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Writing is Hard, Part 4: Dry Humping

Summary: Dean doesn’t understand the allure of dry humping.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! XOXO

“Where does Sam think you are right now?”

Dean shrugs at you, hair dripping from the light rain that’s falling. “Can I come in?”

You head back for your chair, next to the table that holds your pizza, and leave the door open behind you. Dean follows, shrugging out of his jacket and shaking his head like a dog, though his hair is too short for it to do much good. “I told Sam I was coming to your room,” he says, a forced casual tone to his voice as he drops that bomb.

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Sanvers in College: Alex Drunk Dials the Cute Girl from Bio Class

Based on this post: https://hazingblur.tumblr.com/post/160026282401/queercapwriting-wlwprompts-person-a-is-drunk @hazingblur

Original prompt from @wlwprompts : “Person A is drunk and decides to randomly call that cute girl from biology class to tell her she’s pretty”

@lesbapocalypse you also asked for this so like.

She’s drunk and she’s stolen Kara’s phone, because it’s finals week and all bets are off and that cute girl from biology class?

She’s 1000% sure that her name is Maggie – Maggie Sawyer – not that she paid attention.


No. Of course she didn’t.

And she’s 1000% sure that said Maggie Sawyer is the same Maggie that her little sister has befriended.

And therefore, that cute girl’s number – and when she says cute, she means it, but god, she also means blazingly sexy – must be in Kara’s phone.

So she swipes the phone from her sister’s bag while Kara laughs with James and Winn. Swipes it and chugs another gulp of illegal punch and she finds Maggie’s name – complete with a picture, god, a gorgeous picture, because damn, those dimples, that hair, those downcast eyes – in Kara’s contacts.

Finds the name, and tries once, twice, three times, to successfully hit the big green button that makes the phone dial.

She giggles and almost bounces on the balls of her feet as the phone rings, rings, rings.

“Hey Kara!”

Alex freezes at the sound of her voice – her voice that she’s used to hearing only asking the best questions, only giving the best answers, in bio lecture, in bio lab – and she contemplates hanging up and leaving it to her sister to explain the butt dial.


But now Maggie sounds concerned, because she must hear the party in the background, and Alex has seen her smile, seen her nerdiness, but she’s also seen her motorcycle, her leather jacket, her gym bag. And she doesn’t want her to be concerned, to feel like she has to speed to the party to rescue Kara from whatever situation she might be in.

“Hey! No, nope, not Kara. I mean, of course you thought it was Kara, I took her phone, I mean, obviously you thought it was her – ”


“Not the blonde one!”



There’s a pause and she thinks she hears Maggie shuffling something.

“Danvers, you drunk? Are you with people, drinking water?”

“Awww, Sawyer, you care about me!”

“Well I sure don’t want you passing out in your own vomit, Danvers. I’ve been there, it’s not pleasant.”

Her voice is pleasant, though, and Alex collapses drunkenly onto a half-occupied couch, completely oblivious to the couple that had been making out, who shoot her irritated looks as they get up to find a better spot to kiss.

Alex thinks she hears that shuffling again, and maybe some wind, but she’s drunk and everything is oh so slightly hazy, but pleasantly so – pleasant, because Maggie Sawyer is on the phone with her, Maggie Sawyer cares whether she throws up or not. Maggie Sawyer. God. How can anyone be that perfect?

“I’m finnneee. I just… it’s just, I know you’re Kara’s friend, but we’ve never really talked, and I… even if you weren’t Kara’s friend, I’d have noticed you, you know. I mean, how could I not notice you? Do you know we’re in the same bio class? You’re always so smartest. The smartest girl in the class. The smartest and the cutest. And my sister’s friend! What are the odds, huh? Maybe we can calculate it with genome mapping or something. But we’re more than our code, right, we have to be. You believe that, right, Maggie?”

“Hey, Danvers, I’m not cutting you off, but can you do me a favor?”

Alex preens. Her last name sounds so nice on Maggie’s tongue. She wonders what else would feel nice on Maggie’s tongue. Everything, probably.

She nods before she realizes vaguely that Maggie can’t see her.


“Remind me which house is throwing the party you all are at.”

Alex squints as she tries to remember. “The one across from the science building. Where we take bio. Together. But now term is ending and maybe we won’t do anything together again. Not even that we did anything in bio together, because I was too nervous to – ”

“Danvers, whoa whoa. Can you do me another favor, sweetie?”

Alex’s heart backflips and she almost careens off the couch, because she called her sweetie, she called her sweetie, she called her sweetie.

The sound of wind on the other line increases in her ear, but maybe that’s just a side effect from how hard she’s pressing the phone to her ear, like the closer she clutches it, the closer she’ll be to Maggie.

“Yeah.” She thinks her voice might be higher, might be breathier, than it normally is, but that’s alright, because Maggie Sawyer called her sweetie.

“I know you have things you feel like you want to tell me right now, and I want to hear them, but only if you still want to tell me when you’re sober, okay?”

Alex blinks and furrows her brow at the phone, because – maybe she’s more drunk than she thought – Maggie’s voice seems to be coming from two places, now. One, through the phone, and one, less static-y, closer to her body.

She looks up from the couch and she startles, because Maggie is standing over her, crouching down next to her as she hangs up her phone, all basketball shorts and hoodie and flip flops and hair hastily tied back into a messy ponytail.

She’s grinning softly, but she’s breathing kind of heavily, like she’d just sprinted from her dorm room. Because, Alex realizes dimly, that’s exactly what she just did.

“Hey Alex,” she says as Alex splutters, as Alex fumbles to sit up straight, to fix her hair, to hang up Kara’s phone without dropping it.

Alex thinks she may be imagining it, but Maggie’s voice is softer, now, more breakable, now, more vulnerable, now, than it had been when they’d been on the phone. When Maggie had been on a search-and-give-water-to-the-drunk-girl mission.

But now that she’s arrived, water bottle she must have grabbed on the way out of her dorm in hand, her voice is shy, and her eyes are shy, and her eyes are something that look a little scared.

“Hi Maggie,” Alex whispers, and then giggles because she’s not sure why she’s whispering.

Maggie grins, and it’s the sweetest sight Alex has ever seen. She made Maggie Sawyer smile.

“Why did you come all the way here? You didn’t have to come all the way here, I – ”

“Well, clearly your sister doesn’t know what you’re up to or how drunk you are, because if she did I would have heard her in the background telling you to think before you dial and all that stuff.”

Alex covers her face with hands made clumsy by alcohol.

“Ugh, I’m sorry, you’re right, I shouldn’t have – I ruined your night, I embarrassed myself, I’m sorry, Maggie, I – ”

“Hey, hey, no, that’s not what I meant.” Maggie gets up from her crouch to sit on the couch next to Alex, and she opens the water bottle for her and presses it gently into her hands.

“Drink. Please?”

“I’m not that drunk.”

Maggie just nods, and Alex does as she’s told.

She finishes the entire bottle in one chug, and Maggie just watches her with cautious but glistening eyes.

“Okay, come on. Kara!” she calls across the room, and Kara seems to materialize next to them instantly.

“Maggie! I thought you weren’t in the mood to party toni – Alex? Are you okay? What – ”

“Here. Your phone.”

“How did you – ”

“Tell you in the morning. Right now, I’m gonna take your sister back to my room – no funny business, I promise – and help her sober up a little. Okay?”

Kara glances between Maggie’s disheveled appearance and Alex’s drunken one, and she kisses Alex’s cheek.

“Don’t give her a hard time, okay, Alex?” she teases, and Alex giggles as she stands unsteadily, both Kara and Maggie stabilizing her.

“When do I give anyone a hard time?”

Kara just kisses her again, just thanks Maggie, doesn’t object to their arrangement, because she trusts Maggie not to take advantage of her sister, and she knows that her sister would like nothing more than to get to know Maggie better. She just wishes she’d have had the courage to reach out sober. But they’ll work on that. The three of them.

Alex leans on Maggie, who’s wrapped her arm around Alex’s waist, and revels in the contact.

As they walk, she rambles about the chemical structure of alcohol. About its impacts on the brain. Maggie listens and Maggie smiles and Maggie nods in all the right places, and Maggie lets her talk, lets her talk, because she’s focused on making sure she doesn’t let the taller girl stumble and fall.

When Maggie shoves her dorm door open, Alex freezes.

“You know I’ve wanted this since like, the first time I saw you. For you to take me back to your room. To…” Her eyes flit down to Maggie’s lips.

“To kiss you.”

Maggie gulps and slips away from her, taking care to keep her hands on Alex’s arms to help her stabilize.

“Go pee.”


“You’re this drunk? You for sure need to pee. Bathroom’s right there. Can you make it on your own?”

Alex nods with tears in her eyes, and Maggie hates herself a little bit, but she’d hate herself a lot more if she let this conversation continue.

The bathroom door shuts and the water flushes and the sink runs for a long, long, long moment.

When Alex stumbles out, it’s with confusion and the shadows of hurt in her eyes.

“Did I do something wrong? I don’t have to stay here, you didn’t have to – I just thought – you ran to… to rescue me, and you gave me water, and you took me home, and I thought that meant you like me as much as I like you, and I –

"Alex. Alex, Alex, look… We can talk about all this when you’re sober. If you still want to talk about it. I promise. But right now? Right now, we can talk biology. Or astrophysics, or about the dessication and revival of tardigrades, whatever you want. Just not us. Not now. And certainly no kissing. Okay?”

Alex slumps down onto Maggie’s bed without asking, and Maggie just grins and kneels to help take Alex’s boots off.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re drunk, Danvers,” Maggie giggles like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“It’s never mattered to any guy,” Alex almost whispers, and Maggie stiffens, and her nostrils flare, and her eyes are more serious, more full of rage, than Alex has ever seen them.

“Well, it matters to me. Okay? Come on.”

She helps Alex swing her legs up onto the bed, holds her up to take in one more glass of water, hastily poured, and she kicks off her flip flops and grabs a pillow from the other side of her bed.

“You’re not gonna come to bed?”

“The floor’s perfectly fine for me, Danvers.”

“But – ”

“When you’re sober. If you still want to. I promise, Alex. Okay?”

“You promise?”

“Yeah, Danvers. Yeah. I promise.”

But Alex is asleep, a small smile on her face, before Maggie even finishes her promise. Her promise to her best friend’s big sister, who she’s been trying to gather the courage to ask out for months now.

She snuggles down onto the floor and – eventually – falls asleep with a smile on her own face, too.

anonymous asked:

I adore your work! It's amazing. If you're still taking requests, could you do something where Betty gets a little tipsy and accidentally admits she likes juggie?? Is that dumb??? Lol

These ones are so fun to write! Thanks so much!

Okay, this wasn’t so bad. She kind of liked this.

Looking into Veronica’s expectant eyes, Betty smiled reaching for the brown, bubbly alcohol.

Veronica smiled

“Oh hell yeah! Betty Cooper slaying your dragons, one by one!”

The cold foamy liquid slid down her throat instantly warming her body from the inside out.

It didn’t taste bad, but it was not what she expected beer to taste like at all, it was a little too ..sour?

This wasn’t something Betty did on the regular, going out to wild parties and drinking with her best friends, but today had been a really rough day.

She needed this.

Closing her eyes and leaning against the counter of the blossoms kitchen, she could remember exactly what had put her in this mood .

Ginger Lopez and jughead jones.

That girl had been all over the mysterious moody boy and he just… let it happen. He didn’t try and stop her, he didn’t shove her away when she placed her hands all over his biceps, he didn’t even yell at her when she stole one of his fries at lunch, And in jugheads world? she assumed that was the closest he came to flirting.

So yeah she was frustrated, couldn’t he see how completely head over heels she was for him? She thought she was being obvious, always asking him to pops, running her hands through her hair, she even bought chocolate scented lip gloss, it was his favorite smell after all. But no. nothing. Instead he was gonna end up falling for ginger Lopez and all her fake lipped, leopard wearing glory.

She didn’t have anything against the highlighted brunette, sure she had filed a petition to get her kicked out of seventh grade for wearing a real fur coat, but that was for the animals, not for her. None the less the girl didn’t bother her.

But now.. Betty couldn’t stand to look at her.

She always met Jughead after school to walk home, unfortunately for her she caught him leaning against the bike racks talking to none other than the girl in question. She was batting her false lashes at him and practically devouring him with her eyes. The worst part of it all? He was smiling back at her. Needless to say, Betty turned right around, and made the walk home on her own today.

Pulling her phone out she noticed the four missed texts from Jughead

JUGGIE: where are you? Burgers at pops? My treat.

JUGGIE: missed you after school, did you have to stay after? Meet up later?

JUGGIE: Ron said you were going to the blossoms tonight, safe idea? Not really your scene.

JUGGIE: hello?

Slamming her phone shut, she reached for another beer, having already downed two she could definitely feel the effect.

So Jughead didn’t want her? Fine. She was gonna have fun tonight, ginger could have him for all she cared.

Suddenly Kevin was by her side, handing her a bubbly pink wine cooler.

She grabbed it quickly taking a sip.

Oh that was good. Finishing it in less than a minute she reached for his, before he pulled it away

“Down girl, the night is young! Let’s dance!”

Forty minutes later , four more wine coolers and one steamy dance with Veronica, Betty was feeling more than a little wobbly.

As she made her way to the side of the room, she felt a hand grip her wrist, steadying her.

Whipping around she came nose to nose with jughead jones.

“Oh great, just the person I didn’t want to see.” She groaned.

Hurt flashed in his eyes for a quick second before it was replaced by anger, tugging her along he shouted over the music

“Come on we’re leaving.”

Ripping her wrist free , she shot him a glare

“I’m not going anywhere! I’m having fun.” She smiled doing a twirl.

He sighed

“Fine have it your way.” Suddenly she was up and over jugheads shoulder, his hand on the back of her thighs holding her skirt down.


Finally she felt the cool breeze hit her face, and her feet touched the ground.

“Don’t make this difficult, we’re going home. Arch is driving Ronnie, but I figured we’d walk, you could use the air, maybe it’ll sober you up.” He looked dissapointed.

“Hey! You don’t get to look at me like that, you’re just a silly boy, a stupid silly boy.” She slurred

He shook his head, the confusion evident in his eyes
“Drunk words are sober thoughts and all that, so why don’t you tell me why you’re so upset that you had to go get drunk?”

She narrowed her eyes, wobbling a little in the pavement

“Like you don’t know, why are you even here juggie. I assumed you’d be cuddling your girlfriend right now.”

His eyes widened comically
“ my girlfriend?”

“Oh ginger, I love how your delicious lips taste just like plastic, oh that’s right they are plastic! Let me cuddly you in your rabbit coat. She’s an animal killer, did you know that juggie? I love animals, I would never wear one But you like her instead of me.” She pouted ,as he went to catch her before she fell

“Woah what are you even talking about? Ginger Lopez? You think I like ginger Lopez? Maybe you’re more drunk than I thought.” He gripped her by the shoulders

“Yes I am drunk. Yes I am very drunk. Am I lying? No. every one can see it Jughead, it’s fine I’ll just stare it you from afar like I’ve been doing for five months, you don’t even notice, you don’t even notice me.” She was crying now and every piece of jugheads heart broke, he grabbed her face, Hiding his wince at the alcohol on her breath

“I notice you bets, I notice everything about you.”

She leaned into his palm

“If you noticed you would have known, I was in love with you.”

His heart leapt out of his chest.

“You’re drunk.”

“Drunk words , sober thoughts and all that” she giggled.

He smiled softly

He loved her more than anything but he was not about to have this conversation, with the very tipsy blonde in front of him

“I love you too Betty, and we will discuss this further in the morning, when you’re head is throbbing and you want to bury your self in your bed forever. And that is your punishment.”

She sighed

“Ay ay captain!”

He rolled his eyes reaching for her hand.

It was gonna be a long night

colouring book | jimin (finale)

Originally posted by bangtaninspired

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: fluff, angst and smut (in part three) 

word count: 2.1k

warning: contains swearing


You ran around your bedroom pulling open drawers and wardrobe doors before throwing them into a massive pile on the bed. Running your hands through your hair, you took a step back for a second, looking out at the tattoo shop across the street that was illuminated by light. It had been ten minutes and he still hadn’t run out to apologise – but neither had you. You were too stubborn and he was angry for a reason you didn’t fully understand. The sound of heels hitting the pavement caused you to snap out of your daydream, your face pulling in disgust as you saw her, her floor length gown and far too expensive highs heels hitting the ground before she disappeared into the tattoo shop.

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All I Need

Part 4 to “A Muggle?”/”It’s Me”/”I Think We’re In Trouble” Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 

Word Count: 4,495


“Y/N, are you ready to go to Hogsmead?” Sirius asked, barging into her dorm. “How do you keep doing that?” She muttered, not taking her eyes off of the mirror. “You see, I spend all my time studying the dorm charms rather than the stuff we’re supposed to study,” he smirked. “Little dressed up there to be raiding Hogsmead, aren’t we, Love?” Sirius asked, noticing that Y/N was wearing an infinity scarf over a sweater, with skinny jeans and tall boots-her hair in loose curls and her makeup done; rather than an old flannel with her hair messy and minimal makeup. “I’m not raiding Hogsmead with you guys today,” she shrugged, finishing up applying her lipstick. “What do you mean ‘you’re not raiding Hogsmead with us?’ It’s Saturday. You stayed back with Moony last week, it’s our turn-Why are you putting on lipstick? You never wear lipstick?” Sirius rambled. “I’m going on a date, if you must know,”'Y/N said, leaving the mirror and beginning to search the room for her bag. “No you are not!” Sirius exclaimed.

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Hurt (part 3)

Part 1: https://imaginexxharry.tumblr.com/post/160635179209/hurt

Part 2: https://imaginexxharry.tumblr.com/post/160663934994/hurt-part-2

Where Y/N is in an unhealthy relationship, and Harry helps her realize and understand that she should be treated better.

*trigger warning rape, sexual assault, abusive relationship *

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“And I would fall for it every time because I thought he loved me.” How stupid you were. All Harry wanted to do was take your pain away. He wanted to show you what Love really feels like. He knew he could give it to you, he already felt it for you.

It was quiet in Harry’s bathroom. All you heard was the sound of Harry turning the water on and off. And the sound of him tearing packets open to clean your hand.

You looked down at your left hand. It was a little blue and swollen but Harry doesn’t think it’s broken. It’s just a bruise that will heal in a week or two he told you.

You didn’t really hear much after that but it was fine because Harry stopped talking. Getting to Harry’s house was a blur. All you remember was crying on the floor, him picking up up, his car, and then you were here.

Honestly you think you passed out multiple time with all that crying and hyperventilating you were doing. All you remember hearing was Harry constantly asking if you were ok but you couldn’t answer.

So now you are here at his house, sitting on his bathroom counter as Harry tends to your hand even though you said it was fine, which it wasn’t.

He grabbed a bandage and carefully wrapped your hand up. Not making it too tight but not making it super loose.

“I’m done now.” He says softly and moves away from you to clean up the first aid supplies. You watched him from the corner of your eye. His jaw line was locked and he seemed on edge.

You didn’t like how quiet he was being. Usually when your together he crack jokes and you all talk. But now it’s different and it’s all your fault.

“I’m So-rry.” You started to say before your sobs got caught in your throat. Harry looked away from what he was doing and looked up at you confused.

“This is all my fault, you didn’t have to bring me here. I don’t want to be a bur-den.” You didn’t know why you were apologizing, it just seemed like the automatic thing to do. Whenever you thought you did something wrong you would just always apologize because you knew Lucas would get upset.

“I should go.” You hopped down from the bathroom counter but you barely took two steps before Harry stopped you.

“Y/N stop.” He takes your unharmed hand. “I’m not letting you leave, your still hurt.” He tells you.

“Really I’m fine-” Harry shakes his head and grabs you by the waist gently and sits you back on the counter. It caught you off by surprise so you almost push him off you until you realized he was just placing you down.

“Your not leaving until I know your fully okay.” Harry looks straight into your glossy eyes and his heart shatters seeing you like this. He has never seen you this upset before and it also makes him want to find that dougebag and slam him into a brick wall. But his doesn’t mention that part to you.

Harry had strong feelings for you. He has for a long time. And seeing you in this state tore him to pieces.

You didn’t fight him so you just sat there in silence. Your eyes were looking down at your swollen hand. You didn’t know what to say or if you even should. Were you okay? You didn’t know if you were. Lucas. His name made you want to vomit. When did things start to get so out of hand.

You could feel Harry staring at you. He was trying to search your face with any emotion he could go off of to help you. But there was nothing. It’s like you weren’t even there. He wanted you to look at him, but you didn’t. Harry sighs.

“You know my sister Gemma.” Harry began. You did know her. There’s pictures of her all over his house. You’ve even met her a few times at family get together when Harry sometimes brings you. She was a lovely lady and extremely beautiful.

“She was in a relationship with this guy in her first year in college. At first my family and I didn’t know about him but soon she introduced him to us. He was a nice fella and treated my sister right. I honestly thought they were going to get married. I knew my sister loved him and he seemed in love with her too.” Harry sighs and shakes his head.

“Then they came to stay for a week and visit us on one of their breaks in school. One night we wanted to all go out for dinner. But for some reason Gemma and her boyfriend weren’t feeling up to it. I remember thinking it was so weird Gemma would miss a family dinner, she loved them. But anyways I decided to stay in too since Gemma bailed while my parents left. But Gemma didn’t know I was still home, she thought I left with my mum.” Every word Harry spoke you could tell there was pain.

“I heard them talking that night. I wasn’t ease dropping or anything. But when they both started raising their voices it was impossible not to hear. Gemma was telling him how she wanted to go to dinner with us and that it was unfair that he wouldn’t let her go. I just kept remembering him telling my sister to shut up. Shut up. Shut the fuck up.” A tear fell from your cheek remembering all the times Lucas told you to shut up. Or that your opinion didn’t matter.

“And then I heard it.” You looked up to Harry to see that he was angry remembering what happened.

“I knew what it was the second I heard it. He slapped her. That bastard hit my sister.”

“Lucas never hit me.” You quickly said. You didn’t know why you went so quick to defend him. You didn’t want to defend him but you always did. Why did you do that?

“Abusing someone doesn’t always have to be physically. It could be mentally too.” Harry says.

“He never did that-” there you went again trying to defend him.

“Then what did he do?”


“What did he do that made you this upset.” Harry asks waiting for your answer. You didn’t want to have this conversation. You just wanted to forget. Forget everything that has happened and start over. So you shook your head and looked down at Harrys tiled floors.

“Y/N, love.” He brings his finger up to your chin to make you look at him. His face was etched with concern.

“Just tell me what happened. I can’t help you unless I know.” You slowly nodded and swallowed the lump that was in your throat.

“He said I was a slut and a whore…” Just saying those words made your stomach turn. You wiped the tears that were falling from your cheeks.

“And why did you think he said that?”

“I don’t know…. He just said he wanted to talk in private, so he took us to the storage room. We got in a huge fight last night because I was with you late, and he was jealous. But he came to apologize and said he lov-ed me and he was just scared of loosing me.” Your voice started to waver.

“But he still thought we were fooling around together.” You swallowed the lump in your throat while you thought of the next thing that happened.

“He was trying to get into my pants and cause a scene with you close by to hear us. So when I got mad at him because of that thats when he said all those mean things.”

“Did you want to?”

“Want to what?”

“Have sex with him?” You looked up at Harry.

“What does that matter? He would still-”

“I just wanted to make sure he wasn’t forcing himself on-” Harry said before you cut him off

“What are you implying?!” You suddenly got upset that Harry was asking these sort of questions.

“Y/N calm down I just want to sure he wasn’t pressuring you. That’s all.”

“I let him though…” you shook your head suddenly feeling embarrassed. “I never said no to him, so it couldn’t be-”

“But did you ever say yes? Do you give him permission?” Harry asks.

All the times you and Lucas had sex played in your mind. Every time you told him you were tired or uncomfortable. Or you didn’t feel up to it. The memory fresh in your mind from early today replayed in your head and every other day.

“I’m sleepy.”

“Not right now”

“Lucas seriously”

“I’m uncomfortable”

“When we get home”

“We can’t”

Every time you refused he wouldn’t listen and just did what he wanted to. You never said “No” because you knew that word meant nothing to him. You tried everything else and you knew he wouldn’t listen. But maybe if you did he would of stopped. You heart started pounding and you felt like you were going to be sick.

“I’ve told him before that I didn’t want to. Or that I was tired. But I never said n-o, and I let him still. I could of pushed him off me, like I did today but before I never di-d.” You wish you did all those times. You wish you would of so badly.

“Why didn’t you then?”

When you thought about the answer, it hit you with the harsh reality. All the times you layed there with him inside you. You weren’t enjoying yourself anymore. He never did ask you what you wanted or if what he was doing hurting you. He never asked if you were ok. Or if what he was doing was ok.

You looked up to Harry with tears streaming from yours eyes and finally answered the question

“Because I knew he would still do it any-ways.”

You placed your head in your hands and started sobbing uncontrollably. All these recent years of being together with him you didn’t realize what he was doing to you.

“Why would he do that!? Why would he do that and say that he loves me.” Harry hugged your shaking frame and let you cry it out. Harry hated him. He hated him with everything he had. He didn’t know the answer to her questions because there are some people in the world who do horrible things.

“He didn’t love you Y/N, because if you truly love someone you would never hurt them.” He told you while slowly rubbing your back.

You now started to understand. Every memory of him was coming back.
“He would always be so possessive and get jealous over the smallest thing. And when I tried confronting him he would turn it all on me and make me look like the bad guy.” You said into Harry’s chest.

“The only time he would be nice or apologize was when he wanted me. But after that he would just go back to his old self.” You shook your head.

“And I would fall for it every time because I thought he loved me.” How stupid you were.

All Harry wanted to do was take your pain away. He wanted to show you what Love really feels like. He knew he could give it to you, he already felt it for you.

“My sister didn’t know at first. She told me the same thing when I confronted her about her bruised cheek, which she tried to hide with makeup. She told me he didn’t mean to and that he loved her. I told her I would tell mum and she flipped shit. She said if I did she would hate me and never forgive me, even though I did. I don’t know why she was protecting that prick. She didn’t realize he was manipulating her, until after she broke up with him.”

“She was in love with what he use to be. But what she didn’t realize was that he was long gone and never coming back.”

That’s what you were doing all along.

No matter how hard you try to hold onto someones old self, you can’t. You have to let go, and not be trapped trying to rekindle something that’s not only been broken but burned into ashes.

You have to find the strength to know that you are worthy of something better. You are worth it. You aren’t a bad person for getting away.

You are a better person for making the decision to set yourself free.

I hope if anyone is ever in a relationship like Lucas and Y/N that you get out immediately. No one should be treated like this and these are just a few signs of a unhealthy relationship. Sometimes the signs are hidden but they are still there. I hope this story sheds a little light on that to help anyone or just to educate someone.

Who wants one more part with a happy ending?!?!?! Tell me what you think of the story!

britishm8t  asked:

Whiterose #5 or #70 for the prompt thing pls <3

“Weiss, get back to Yang and Blake, help them with the horde down below. I’ll take care of this.”

Ruby’s jaw clenched as she sized up her opponent. She’d never fought her before, but she’s definitely gotten stronger since she killed- since that day on the tower.

She would fight her here. Weiss- Weiss would be safer with Blake and Yang. Weiss would be safer with hordes of grimm. Weiss would be safer with those monsters than with this woman. Weiss would probably hate her for protecting her like this, but… 

Ruby simply, simply couldn’t lose Weiss.


Ruby looked back at her partner in surprise. “Weiss, please, I can take care of this they need you-”


“Weiss, please.”

“No,” came the word again. Weiss walked forward, past Ruby, and pointed her rapier at the Fall Maiden. 

Images of an arrow ending a friend’s life flashed in the darkness of Ruby’s eyelids. Tears started to fall.

“Don’t, Weiss, I’m begging you…”

“Not after last time.”

The words confused Ruby, but she could decry their meaning later. Right now, the most important thing was getting Weiss out of here.

“No,” she said again, softer this time.

“The last time I let you go off on your own… ” Weiss shook her head, and took a deep breath. “It doesn’t matter. You need me here.”

“Weiss, please, just-”

“I thought you were dead, Ruby!”

“W-what?” Ruby couldn’t see her expression, but the girl was shaking. Her hand bled as she clenched it tighter on Myrtenaster’s handle.

“I thought you were dead,” she repeated, her voice hollow, “After the light flashed, after I heard your scream-”


“The dragon was there, Ruby! That was the last thing I saw before my father removed me from the battle! I thought you died! I blamed myself! For half a year I sat in my home, letting my family abuse me because I blamed myself for letting you die.”

“But then,” Weiss’ voice shook, “I found you in Mistral.”

The heiress took a steadying breath.

“And I’ll never let you go again. So if we’re going to do this, we do this, together.”

Beauty [Rick Grimes x Reader]

Hi! Could I please request a Rick x Reader one-shot where they’re already in a relationship, she deals with low self-esteem that she’s managed to keep kinda hidden, and he somehow catches her at a low moment, and shows her how beautiful/perfect she is to him with some good ol’ loving smut? Thanks! Bless you for all these wonderful stories, btw! ❤️

Hiii so I’m not the same person who ask if you have any plus size imagines but I was wondering if you could write one where the reader (who’s plus sized and who is also in a relationship with rick) sees rick flirting with a women in Alexandria who is skinnier and “prettier” and the reader becomes very self conscious but once rick gets home he sees she’s acting different and ask why and he tells her she’s all he wants and proves it:)) P.S sorry is my English is shit it’s not my first language

I combined these two requests, I hope you both like them! This was really fun to write! 💓

Words: 2,773

Warnings: Smut, swearing, self-hatred, insecurity

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eighteenish  asked:

I just saw a post that you reblogged that said all repaints are wonderful (true) except tree change dolls and honestly I don't know why??? Is there something wrong with tree change dolls that I'm not aware of??? I'm legit curious and confused here.

Let me start off by saying that this is a great ask. I had to really sit down and get my thoughts together to respond to this.

Let me start out by saying that I have nothing inherently against Tree Change Dolls. While they really aren’t my style (I love detailed face paint, glitter, and dramatic looks), I appreciate an artist’s freedom to create what they want, and what makes them happy. What I DO have an issue with, however, is the “makeunder” culture that she has created sensationalized and sends a message with, and the hostile environment with parents that she fosters with her work. By shaming Bratz dolls, she puts down girls that wear makeup, non-bland clothing, and colorful hair (and express their individuality through their fashion style), while pushing an ideal that defines femininity as looking identical by wearing the same drab outfits, plain faces, and plain hair. I grew up in a community that held that same ideal in high regards–it did not foster creativity, individuality, or free thinking. Girls were expected to be seen and not heard, dress from toe to head in skirts and long-sleeved shirts (even in the middle of summer), and never cut their hair. This is the ideal portrayal of femininity that she is pushing.

As for the loudest of the parents that support her and the makeunder movement, they are so quick to call dolls “sluts”, “whores”, and “skanks”. All for pieces of plastic having makeup painted on their faces, wearing jeans and miniskirts, and non-natural hair colors. If parents don’t want their kids playing with toys that have makeup, then they should stop buying them! Once again, I have known these types of people in real life, and they are an unpleasant as they seem.

So, in conclusion, I really can’t stand the toxic environment that she helps harbor by insisting that girls should be judged only by their appearances, and that girls should quietly assimilate with no sense of identity. Also, parents really shouldn’t push their own failings onto pieces of plastic. If anyone else has anything to add on, please feel free to do so.

We’ll Figure It Out (Jughead x reader)

-Summary: The reader finds out she is pregnant with her boyfriend Jughead’s baby, and he’s not very accepting of it at first, and it causes some problems.

-Jughead Jones x Reader

-Request? Yep.

-Word Count: 1829

-Warnings: angst, teenage pregnancy, some swearing, mentions of bullying (I guess?)

-A/N: Enjoy! Btw guys, just letting you know I don’t know what the legal age for sex is in America, but it’s 16 here in Australia, in Queensland, so sorry if you get confused!

-Tags: @multiversegalaxygirl@xbobaaa , @flowercrown-bucky , @take-me-on-a-magic-unicorn,

You decided to stay home from school today; after throwing up the second you woke up, you thought it best. Confusion filled your brain when it happened, you didn’t know how you got so sick suddenly, especially since you had felt fine the night before. You had back tracked to everything you ate and couldn’t remember eating anything bad, and none of your friends, Betty, Veronica, Archie and Kevin were sick, and neither was your boyfriend, Jughead. Shit, you forgot to tell Jughead you weren’t going to school. He’ll be worried. You quickly picked up your phone and texted him, telling him why you were absent.

You and Jughead had been dating for about 8 months now, and he was everything to you. He was the best boyfriend you had ever had, and you planned on keeping him for a very long time. It was just so easy with you two, you both supported each other and made each other happy. You both loved each other immensely. Not to mention, the sex was pretty damn good too. It didn’t happen often, both of you not really sexual people, but when it did happen, my god was it amazing. Last time was probably around two weeks ago.

This thought got you thinking, could the throwing up be related to that? What if it’s morning sickness? You quickly opened up your period diary app on your phone, to see when you were due, because you knew that would be the main sign. When you saw that you were in fact one week late, your stomach dropped. What if you were pregnant? With Jugheads baby. At sixteen. You started panicking, you needed to get your hands on some pregnancy tests to confirm, asap.

You jumped when you heard a knock on your window, and when you saw it was Jughead, you smiled. You slowly got up, careful not to upset your stomach even further. You opened the window and he climbed through.

“Shouldn’t you be at school?” You questioned, eyebrow raised.

Jughead shook his head, “Not when my beautiful girlfriend is at home sick, and needing her boyfriend to love and care for her,” he said cheekily.

You blushed at his words, rolling your eyes at him, “I’m fine, just got a bit sick is all,” you said nonchalantly, laying back down on your bed.

Jughead picked up on your tone, dumping his bag on your floor and taking his shoes off, laying down next to you, “Is everything alright?”

You panicked, but then realised that nothing was confirmed yet so you just brushed it off, “Apart from throwing up my guts, everything’s fine.”

He didn’t look convinced, but he seemed to let it slide and smiled, brushing your hair out of your face.

It felt like you had been sitting there staring at it forever, trying not to cry. It felt like your word had been turned upside down. The only positive you could find in this whole situation was staring back at you on the three pregnancy tests you held. You knew this would change your life forever, no matter what you did with this information; it would always be a milestone in your life. You were sixteen for god’s sake, and so was Jughead. The first thing that you thought when you saw the three plus signs was ‘Holy shit what am I gonna tell Jughead?’

He’s homeless, and can barely provide for himself, it’s lucky that he’s even living with Archie. Your family was alright with money but you didn’t know if they could support one more, your parents only had average day jobs, nothing spectacular but it was enough to only provide for the three of you. And what about school? How were you going to graduate? You’ll be the laughing stock of the high school, the ‘whore’ the ‘slut’ the ‘idiot’.

You were so confused about how this happened. You swore you wore protection with Juggie that night, you hadn’t felt it break but it was a possibility. You were on birth control but you couldn’t remember if you had taken it that day. You put your head in your hands, how could you have let this happen? Were you going to keep it? You didn’t know. Would it have a good life? Would Jughead want it?

You decided that you have to tell Jughead, there was no way you could keep it from him. So you grabbed the three pregnancy tests, hid them under your shirt and quickly snuck into your room. It was 12am, you had to take the tests when no-one was awake so you wouldn’t get caught by your mum or dad or anything. You threw them under your pillow, and grabbed your phone, dialling Jugheads number.

It took a couple of rings before he answered with a groggy voice, “Y/N? Are you alright? Why are you calling so late?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, “I’m fine,” you lied, “Sorry to wake you, I need you to come over now, it’s important.”

Jughead sounded more awake now, and there was rustling on the line, “Yeah, of course, are you sure you’re okay?”

You didn’t answer his question, “I’ll explain more when you’re here, see you soon.” And you hung up.

You sat on the edge of your bed, going over what you could possibly say to him, how you could possibly explain this situation to him without him getting mad. Soon enough, there was a knock at your window. You took a deep breath and walked over to it, letting him in.

As soon as he was in he hugged you, “Are you okay? What wrong? You don’t usually call this late unless somethings really wrong,” he pulled back, studying your features and his hands resting on your arms.  

You looked over his worried demeanour, appreciative of how much he cares about you, but all that changed when you spoke your next words.

“Jughead, I-I’m pregnant.”

His face immediately turned cold, his hands slid off your arms, back next to his sides. He looked like he was processing what you just said, trying to find some possibility that what you just said wasn’t true.

He shook his head, “We used protection and you’re on birth control, it’s not possible.”

You empathised with him, “I know it’s hard to believe Juggie, I just, that day I was sick… it was morning sickness. I’m a week late for my period and I’ve got three positive pregnancy tests.”

He shook his head and closed his eyes, pacing the room, in denial, “No, no, where are they? Prove it.”

You were kind of offended that he didn’t believe you, but you walked over to your bed and pulled out the pregnancy tests from under your pillow, passing them to his held out hand.

He looked at them with a blank expression. Like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, like he didn’t want to believe. Then, he threw them against the wall.

You panicked, worried your parents might wake up, “Shhhhh! Jughead! My parents are asleep!” You whisper-yelled.

He whisper-yelled back, “Then don’t fucking call me at 12am in the morning, telling me I’m a goddamn father of a kid you know I damn well can’t provide for! This has just fucked my life over Y/N! Changed everything!” He shook his head again, rubbing his hands over his face, then he turned back and started towards the window, about to leave, “Don’t talk to me until I’m ready, I need to think about this, I can’t deal with this right now,” and he left.

You tried to blink the tears away, but they ended up just running down your face. You couldn’t believe what had just happened. You understood about what a shock it was, even worse than him, but he didn’t have to act like that, towards you, his girlfriend. You shook your head, getting up and picking up the scattered pregnancy tests, sniffling, and throwing them in the bin next to your desk, making sure to cover it with some paper so your mum wouldn’t walk in and accidentally see them. You dragged yourself into bed, overwhelmed with the stress and anxiety of what just happened. You shut your eyes, trying your best to fall asleep.

It was a couple of days later, and Jughead hasn’t talked to you yet. You were sick with worry and you were constantly looking at your phone just hoping that a text would come from him asking to talk. Your group of friends, Betty, Veronica, Archie and Kevin had definitely picked up on the dynamic shift in your relationship. They had all asked you if you were okay and you just replied with “We’re fine, don’t worry,” even though you knew none of them believed you. Archie would have noticed Jugheads more silent mood for sure, but knew he wouldn’t say a word to anyone despite it.

You were sitting at a booth at Pop’s diner when a text finally arrived.

We need to talk, meet at the park near Pop’s?

You quickly typed a reply, I’ll be there in 5.

It was dark out, but that means there would be no one around to listen in to your conversation. You got up, leaving some money on the table to pay for the food you ate, and left for the park that was close by.

When you arrived, you quickly spotted the familiar grey crown beanie sitting on a bench. You walked over and sat down next to the raven haired boy. It was silent for a while, both of you just sitting, not quite sure where to start.

But then Jughead spoke up, “I just want to start by saying I’m sorry for how I reacted, I’m sure you can understand that I was a bit shocked, and a bit fucking terrified if I’m being honest,” he said with his usual sarcastic tone, “I should’ve been more supportive, and I promise I will be. If you decide to keep the child of course, I understand if you don’t, and I’ll support anything you decide.”

You smiled, and took his hand in yours, rubbing your thumb across the back of his hand, “I understand, and I’m terrified too, I don’t know how this will pan out. But, I’ve thought about it and I want to keep it, I just want to make sure it’s the better decision, and I need you here to help me figure that out, I don’t know how my parents will react, or how we’re going to raise it in our conditions, but as long as I have you with me, I’ll be okay.”

He place his hand on your cheek and pulled you in, kissing you softly. After pulling away, he said, “I’ll always be with you, and I love you. We can go over everything and decide what’s best if you’re still not sure. We’ll figure it out.”

The end of all things (Pt.3)

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Taehyung X reader (?)

Fandom: BTS

Summary: After thinking over everything that’s happened you decide to pull yourself together. You get rid of anything that reminds you of him when you get a visit from someone who’s willing to help. You’ve finally come to terms with it: Love sucks.

Pt.1 // Pt.2

Originally posted by jeongtaev

If it wasn’t clear before it definitely was now. Love wasn’t your luckiest subject and this time you’d really fallen for the wrong person. Someone who was once so sweet ended up just putting up with you because he was so sweet. You hadn’t realize you were the one who drove this awful person out of him. Closure? Yeah, you weren’t getting that anytime soon but you did realize it was over. The game you two had been playing for only half a week as come to a close and neither of you would be crowned a victor. It was literally a lose, lose situation. You weren’t one of those people to go out to the press and ruin everything he’s built or have the guts to ruin the other girl’s love life by telling her everything. There was simply nothing left for you to do but get over it all by yourself.

There was a box placed on top of your bed as you started to put things from around the house that were his or things that reminded you of him. You kept reminding yourself how hard it would be without him but now you were starting to realize you never had him in the first place. He always belonged to someone else. When you walked past the front door you heard the door bell go off. Nervously you walked over and placed your hand on the door knob. As you opened the door the words spilled out of your mouth-

“I’m sorry!” 

Jungkook looks at you, confused. “Y/N?”

Your eyes widened and you looked up at the handsome boy standing in your doorway. 

“O-oh….I thought you were someone else…”

Jungkook nodded. “Tae? Nope. Sorry it’s just me..”

You waved your hand for him to come inside and he followed. You showed him to the couch, letting him sit down. 

“Do you want something to drink or-?”

He shook his head. “I came here to talk to you about something.”

“Right. Before you do, can I say something?”

Jungkook gave you a nod and you sat next to him on the couch.

“I..uh..feel awful about the other day. It was stupid, impulsive, and selfish. I’m really sorry that I took it out on you and I shouldn’t have used you like that. If he’s blaming you I promise i’ll tell him it was my fault. I don’t know what I was thinking-..well to be honest I wasn’t thinking at all. I made things worse for everyone. I’m sorry.”

He took a deep breathe and faced you. “I’m not sorry. I felt guilty because I’ve never had to lie to the members before but I don’t regret it.”

“What? But I don’t understand-”

He fiddled with his fingers in his lap.

“You were right. I do like you and even if you were just using me you were still with me in that moment.”

The look on his face was already enough to break your heart. You put him in the same position Taehyung put you in and you weren’t sure that an,”I’m sorry”, was going to fix that anymore. Both of you remained silent for a few seconds and to break it Jungkook stood up from the couch. You looked up at him, standing in front of you.

“I should go now. You’re going through a lot and I’m sure me confessing isn’t helping right now. But, Y/N?”


“I’m sorry he did that to you and I’ll be there for you if you need me to. You already have my number.”

Jungkook flashed you a light, apologetic smile.

You stood up. “Wait. Do you wanna stay a little bit longer? I could use the help.”

His face lit up when you asked him to stay. You hoped this would end up with another mistake you couldn’t take back. The two of you sat on the living room floor sorting out through all the crap you had to get rid of. You had music playing through your stereo, you and him started talking more, and overall you were starting to feel better. For a while you even started to forget how badly you felt this morning. Jungkook made some dumb joke, causing you to choke on your drink laughing. Your phone lit up beside you and you saw Taehyung’s name attached to the text message.

TaeTae ♥:

       “I really fucked up the other day. Me and Y/N got in this fight the other day and I think I need to go back over there. I was supposed to make a clean break but it turned out to become a mess. I just wish things didn’t have to be like this, Jimin. I know you’re just going to tell me that I should have risked it and stayed with her but I wasn’t going to get her in trouble. Blackmail doesn’t work like that. Someone’s going to get hurt either way.”

Your eyes gliding over the words and you didn’t know what any of this meant. Jungkook stared at your blank expression.

“Y/N? What is it?”

You suddenly get on your feet, running to the door. You grab you shoes, forcing them onto your feet.

“Hey! What’s wrong?” Jungkook calls after you.

You ignore his words once again to go running off to the boy’s dorm. The word mistake was replying over and over in your head. Here you go once more chasing after something that’s most likely not there. Love really made you do some dumb things. When you arrived at the door you froze. Jimin walked behind you, coming back from practice.

“What are you doing here?”

You jumped, startled by his voice. 

“Jimin please be honest with me. What does this mean?” 

You pushed your phone screen in his face and he took it from your hands to hold it himself. His face expression looked as if he just witness a car wreck.

“You really shouldn’t have gotten this..” He says, handing your phone back.

“Well it’s too late now and I need to know what’s going on!”

“Fine…go inside and talk to him. He’ll probably tell you everything.”

Jimin walks over to unlock the dormitory door, letting you inside. You felt your own heart pounding in your chest. This was either going to fix things or make it worse. There was a small shred of fear that he was just going to start yelling all over again. Jimin called out that someone was here to see him. He came out of his room and saw you standing in the kitchen. 

He looked astonished. 

“What are you-?”

You showed him the message just as you did for Jimin. You heard him slip out a curse from under his breathe. 

“Just ignore it. It obviously wasn’t for you…Please just go home Y/N. I told you this is over with.”

“Oh really? Then why did you consider coming back? Please for once just tell me the truth. You said right here that someone was bound to get hurt and that you didn’t want to hurt me but that’s all you’ve done! It can’t get any worse so please-…Please just tell me.”

Taehyung extends his hand and suddenly yours is engulfed by the warmth of his. He walks you to his room and sets you down. 

“Things went way worse than I meant to…I took it too far and I’m sorry..” He begins. 

“What does the blackmail thing mean? What’s going on?”

Your demands cause him to sigh, looking as if he had been holding back. 

“BigHit asked me to have someone play as my girlfriend for media attention. That way no harm would come to you and both of us would get attention since we were celebrities. However, only our CEO and Manager knows that. They told me if anyone found out about us that I would have to handle it and there was no way they were going to admit to telling me to date someone for the press. She started blackmailing me and saying she would tell reporters that I had someone on the side. She asked for money since we became more popular and I had to break up with you so people didn’t do some witch hunt and ruin your reputation along with mine. I know what I said was harsh but Pleas trust me. It wasn’t supposed to end up like this..”

For once your eyes hadn’t weld up with tears and you assumed it was because you were already way past your limit. 

“…Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I was scared. People are crazy! Who knows what they would have done towards you?” He exclaimed.

“So..You weren’t pretending after-all? This didn’t all happen because I told you I loved you?”

Taehyung slowly shook his head. 

“I wanted to protect you but you wouldn’t give me up that easily. Then I just lost it when I heard about you and Jungkook….”

Jungkook! He was still sitting all alone in your place probably wondering where you ran off to. You hoped he would be okay for just a little bit longer but it was probably a bad time to tell Taehyung that he was in your house. 

“You made me believe that you didn’t love me. Taehyung you put me through literal hell for 5 days!”

“I know I’m sorry-”

“Are you? I believed those words you yelled at me! I thought I was going crazy!”

When you locked eyes with him you noticed his eyes glistening. He had started to tear up.

“I know. Y/N. There no excuse for the way I did it but please…let me fix this. I’ll never hurt you again. I’ll never fight with you or yell. I love you so much..”

Damn your weak spot for him. You reached out and held his hand as a form of comfort. 

“I love you too…Just don’t ever do anything like this again. You have to ask me when you make decisions like this.”

He nodded frantically. “I will. I mean it!”

You felt your lips smile on their own. He admitted the words you had been waiting to hear. You kept wondering what the catch was or if you would suddenly wake up and this would all be a dream.

Taehyung put his hand onto your cheek.

“If you’re not still mad at me….can I kiss you? It’s been so long and I really missed you. It was hard controlling myself before.”

It was true he was a touchy boyfriend and you noticed the change but it never occurred to he was the one holding back.

“Yeah..go ahead.”

You watched as he leaned in closer to you, closing his eyes slowly until his lips met with yours. His warm hands were up against your blushing cheeks. No other kiss made you feel this at home. You really had missed him so badly. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead on yours. 

“We can’t be together though…Seriously. I’m not letting her ruin your name. If she even finds out about this she’ll ruin both of us.”

You nodded. “I know..but at least I know, now. We’ll figure this out, I promise. But for now, can’t I stay a little bit longer with you like this?”

Taehyung’s face lit up with a smile. “Please.”

Looks like Jungkook was going to have to wait a little longer.

It’s Not Hate

Word Count: 1730

    A/N: this one was requested by Irwins_gossip! I hope this is what you wanted, I’m sorry it took awhile to come out!

    Request: So her and Jughead have hated eachother since they were kids even though they are both friends with Betty and Archie but she finds out he has been struggling and let’s him live with her. He finds out she self harms and then they fall in love.


    Let’s get one thing straight, Y/N didn’t exactly hate Jughead, no. She more strongly disliked him, but only because she taught herself to. It was to cover the fact that she was more madly in love with him than anything, but he most definitely didn’t reciprocate those feelings. He had made that quite clear in his actions ever since they were kids, and Y/N being the unreasonable person she was, decided that teaching herself to hate Jughead to get over her feelings for him was the right choice. It was quite difficult though, considering they were apart of the same friend group and she was forced to see him everyday at school and at Pops when they all hung out. But none the less, she avoided him at all costs other than in those circumstances. She assumed it would have been that way until they graduated, but one nights events changed everything.

    Y/N may of been a little too into the supernatural stuff, ghosts and monsters and all that jazz, so when she started noticing weird things happening at school like the janitors closet door being opened and closed randomly, wet foot prints to and from the locker rooms to the janitors closet, and random trash or cleaning supplies being sprawled in the hall around the janitors closet, she assumed it was haunted and wanted to investigate. Well, in her mind it was either it was haunted or the janitor just sucked at his job of keeping cleaning supplies organized and wiping water off the ground. But again, she was more of the unreasonable type and firmly believed it was haunted, not to mention she really wanted to catch supernatural activity on tape, so one night she hid in a cupboard in the Blue and Golds office until after hours. She accidentally fell asleep in there somehow, even though she was folded like a stepped on pretzel and woke up around 11:15pm.

    She slid out of her uncomfortable spot in the cupboard and stretched, hearing as her back popped and for a second she thought for sure she broke it after how loud the pops sounded. After she was sure she could move her back and it wasn’t broken, she grabbed her phone out of the cupboard where it had fallen when she got out and made her way down the hall as stealthy as she could, which was not very stealthy for the record. She peeped around the corner to the janitors closet, and tip toed to it. She heard what she thought was breathing coming from inside, and she turned on her camera, pushing the record button. Slowly, she opened the door and looked around the small room. What first caught her eye was a pile of clothes and books on the ground, not something you would normally see in a janitors closet. Then her eyes fell to the mattress next to the clothes and books that held a sleeping person. She squinted her eyes to see if it was the janitor, but she noticed a grey beanie sitting atop raven hair and her heart sank.

    Without thinking, she turned on the light and the boy sprung up from his mattress, looking wild eyed and scared. His gaze turned to the (y/h/c) girl standing in the door way, and he tensed up.

    “What the hell are you doing here?” he asked angrily and Y/N scoffed, noticing her sleeves were hiked up, so she pulled them down past her hands, earning an odd look from Jughead.

    “What am I doing here? What the fuck are you doing here Jughead? And what the hell is all of this?” she asked, motioning towards the bed and scattered belongings.

    “I asked you first.” Jughead replied, standing up from the bed, trying to avoid the question.

    “Well my question is more pressing.” she said, folding her arms across her chest. “Why the hell are you living at school? And in the janitors closet out of all places.”

    “I don’t exactly have anywhere else to go, and the janitors closet seemed to be the best place to stay, no one comes in here.” he said, giving her an annoyed look.

    “Yeah, no one but you know, the janitor. How the hell has he not said anything yet?” she asked, and he rolled his eyes.

    “I don’t know, but I’m glad he hasn’t.” Jughead scoffed. “Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to go back to sleep now, we kind of have school tomorrow.”

    “Yeah, we do don’t we. Well I think you should go to sleep too, in a real home. Pack up your stuff, you’re living with me.” she said, motioning to the clutter around the small room.

    “I don’t think so.” Jughead said, sitting on the mattress.

    “I don’t remember asking. I’m not playing Pendleton, get your shit and let’s go.” she said, leaning against the door frame. “I’m waiting.”

    “Fine, just for tonight.” Jughead muttered, standing up from his bed and grabbing his backpack. “And don’t call me Pendleton again or you’ll wake up bald tomorrowmorning.”

    “I don’t have time for your flirtation Forsythe. And no, this will not be just fortonight, this will be until you get back on your feet.” Y/N sassed.

    “That’s where you’re-”

    “Again, did I ask? No.” Jughead glared at the girl and zipped up his backpack and exited the room. Y/N closed the door and made her way to the front doors of the school, turning around to make sure the raven haired boy was following, which he was not.

    “Move your ass, tick tock.” she said and again he rolled his eyes and reluctantly followed. They got in her car and drove to her place in silence. When they finally got to her apartment, she fiddled with the keys, trying to find the one for her door.

    “Won’t your parents get pissed that I’m here?” he asked, and Y/N shook her head.

    “I don’t live with my parents, I live alone, so no.” she said, opening the door and storming inside.

    “Why don’t you live with your parents?” he asked, trying to hide the slight worry he felt.

    “Same reason you were living in the janitors closet, I have no where to go. They aren’t around anymore, they ditched me a few months back, said I was too much work for them and that they never wanted me in the first place.” Y/N spilled, not quite sure why she was telling him all this.

    “I’m sorry.” he said, and she rolled her eyes.

    “I only have one bed and my couch sucks ass, so I hope you aren’t a blanket hog.” she said, turning to the fridge to pull out a soda.

    “Um, no I don’t think so.” Jughead said.

    “You can go out your bag in the room, make yourself at home.” Y/N said softly, trying to be kinder to the poor boy. He left down the hall, and she sighed, leaning against the counter. Being an ass to him took a toll on her, she loved him and she felt bad for him. She wanted nothing more but to protect the poor guy, he was obviously lost and scared, no matter how hard he denied it.

    “Y/N!” Jugheads voice brought her out of her thoughts, and she looked up to notice him standing right in front of her.

    “Let me see your arms.” he said, and she gave him a confused look.

    “I don’t under-”

    “Don’t play dumb with me. Why was this on your bedside table?” Y/N tensed up and swallowed hard as she noticed Jughead holding up a small razor.

    “I-uh. No reason Jughead, just give it here.” she stuttered, stepping forward to grab it. She got near Jughead, and was taken by surprise when his arms flew around her waist and held her close.

    “Why?” he asked, his face buried in the crook of her neck. Slowly, she placed her arms around him too, her heart beating out of her chest and her eyes welling up with tears.

    “Life is hard, Juggie.” she whispered, not really sure how to answer his question without spilling the hardships of the past few months to him.

    “I know it is.” Jughead said tenderly, stepping back from her and holding up the razor. “But this won’t fix anything, it will only hurt you further.” Y/N rolled her eyes, tears falling from her face now.

    “I don’t know why you care, you hate me.” she said defensively. Jugheads face fell a bit, and he placed the razor on the counter.

    “I don’t hate you, Y/N-”

    “Bullshit! You have ever since we were little, and you’ve never even told me why.” she yelled, pulling her sleeves down past her hands and crossing her arms.

    “I never hated you, I’m just not good with feelings. Instead of showing you how much I loved you, it came out as hate, and I was too confused and scared to fix my ways. I just let it happen and I’m sorry.” Jughead said. Y/N stood there shocked, did he just admit he loved her?

    “Wait, you love me?” she asked, wiping tears off her face. Jugheads eyes widened at the realization he had just admitted he did, and he swallowed hard. Jughead decided to take a leap of faith, and took her face in his hands and brought her lips to his. To his surprise, she quickly melted into the kiss and pulled him closer.

    “I love you too.” she whispered, her eyes closed and forehead leaning against his.

    “Please tell me you’ll stop hurting yourself.” Jughead asked, this time letting the worry in his voice show. Y/N looked away, and leaned back against the counter. “Please Y/N! You don’t need to anymore, you’ve got me. I can actually help you, that sharp piece of metal will do nothing but leave scars.” he begged. Y/N picked up the piece of metal off the counter and reluctantly walked it to the trash and threw it away.

    “Fine.” she whispered. “Only because I love you.”

    “Thank you!” Jughead said. “Shall we go to bed, Love?” he asked, holding his hand out. She rolled her eyes at his cheesiness, giving a slight grin and took his hand.

    “We shall.”

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Sebastian Stan Imagine; Little Bump

Hey! So this is a little one shot I posted on my AOW, hope you like it!

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x You

Warnings: Fluff 

Word Count: Lots.

It was Saturday morning, and woking up early wasn’t one of my greatest abilities. I loved a good sleep, a long one.

I rubbed my eyes before sitting up on the bed, before turning on the Tv to hear the news or something to keep me up for a bit at least.

Then I took my phone from the nightstand besides my bed, turning on the phone before going through all the notifications on it, finding a new text from Sebastian.

“Hey, baby. New location, working my ass off. I’m missing you like crazy, i’ll be back in four weeks. Love you with all my heart.”

That text made me smile, he has been gone for a while, shooting his new movie in Europe got him moving all around the countries. He’s been sending me pics from all of the famous spots in the countries, some of them were with him pouting, wanting me to be with him. It made me love him even more.

“I miss you too, baby. I’ll be waiting anxiously for you here, have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Keep reading

Late Night Working*

WARNING: Imagine might contain mature material so read with your own risk! No need to come say to me that I didn’t warned you

Posted on Instagram: 9th of March, 2017


Y/N’s POV:

It was Friday and everyone started leave beside me. I sat patiently behind my desk because I knew that if I stood up there, my boss would run there in 5 seconds with a high pile of new papers to sign.

It had been that since the day one. Every Friday overtime working. I was always the last who left that building. He didn’t let me go before those works would be done which he gave to me and I didn’t have enough strenght to fight back. It could mean in the worst option to getting fired and that was the last thing I wanted.

I had given up days ago already because I knew that I couldn’t ever sneak away without that he would notice that. It felt like he would have put some cameras in my office where he saw when I finished my works and then appears with new ones.

I had searched all painting and even plant pots but I have found nothing but I still had a strong feeling of that he stalked me. It wasn’t normal at all. If he didn’t have cameras, then he must have something of skills to sense people.

I had ever believed on things like that. They felt stupid but now I had started to think about that those things might be possible. But whatever, he was doing, freaked me out.

So I just sat there in my office and looked how minutes passed. When I moved my hand over my bag, I heard how the door opened and my boss walked in with two folders.

“I know that it’s Friday but could you please check out these before you leave, I should post them tonight at the latest” he mumbled. Yeah, a nice notice but why those words are like an air for me nowadays. Why they sound so familiar, I thought and rolled my eyes.

“Ms. Y/L/N! When you have finished your work, we should really talk about few things” I heard my boss say to me and then I realized that I might have slipped out of thoughts from my head. My thoughts weren’t just thoughts anymore when someone heard them. I blushed so hard.

I sat back behind my desk and started go through the papers. It took maybe 20 minutes before I was ready and took the paper pile on my arms, which had got a half lower than what it was when my boss brought it to me.

I knocked the door of my boss office polutely and heard his low voice told me come in. “Everything ready?” he asked and I nodded before I put the pile on gis table. “Yes, sir. Everything is ready and now I’d be ready to talk with you like you wanted”

I tried cover my earlier acting with professional side of me. “Good, please sit down, Ms. Y/L/N” he told and nodded over the chair in front of him. A long silence landed between us before he took his gaze of the newspaper which he had read.

“So Y/N, you have been working here a while now. How have you fit in so far?” he started familiarly. “Fine, I mean people here have been really kind and helpful” I smiled to him. “And I have really enjoyed working here” I added still. He nodded back and smiled.

“That’s great to hear, Ms. Y/L/N..” he mumbled and put the paper pile a side from his table. He fixed his eyeglasses and looked me. “.. because it has been great for me too to follow how hard you’re working. We have been looking for long-time workers like you, and finally we found one”

His words made me feel proud. “And if you promise to not tell anyone, you’re also pleasure to eyes” he said quieter. I blushed and didn’t know what to say. I looked down and bit my lip.

“It start be late, sir. I should be going home. There’s my parents coming to my place to eat a dinner later” I told to him and tried give him a hint to let me go. Air between us had started get more tensed after every minute I spent there in his office.

“What time are they coming?” I asked and I looked the clock on my wrist. “6pm” I mumbled. It was 3:45pm now. “Well then there’s still so a lot of time left” he smiled. So that maybe meant that he wanted still continue our conversation.

I tried hide my frustration with fake smile and sat back down on the chair. “You’re right, and actually I have everything ready in my fridge so I have to just put them in the oven before they come” He just nodded softly.

His eyes never left me, and after couple minutes it started already freak me out. “Sooo… ” I tried start the conversation again but nothing smart came out of my mouth. “Y/N, listen to me. Have you ever dreamed about being a boss of a big company?”

His sudden question make me full of energy again. “Well, who wouldn’t. I mean that might be everyone’s dream when they start work somewhere, being higher than others one day” I chuckled. “Not really, Ms. Y/L/N” he grinned and made me blush and mumble that ‘oh’ back.

I had embarrassed myself once again in front of him. “But it’s glad to hear that you have thought about that option and that you have big enough dreams to reach” he continued and stood up from his chair.

He walked other side of his table, behind me and let his hands land over my shoulders which made me shiver. “I have always liked that feature in my workers, ambition” his words danced in my ears like little raindrops which land on some hard surface.

“But do you know, what other feature I appreciate on them?” he asked and made me shook my head. “Obedience” he whispered and now his mouth was just maybe millimeters away from me, I could tell even I didn’t look behind myself. I couldn’t do it.

My breath quiver when I breathed out. He chuckled and stepped further of me. “I should go.. ” I said. I couldn’t be around him any second anymore or I couldn’t probably contain myself. My hormones rushed inside me like a crazy and I didn’t like that feeling. It was wrong to feel that way, but my body didn’t seemly care about that fact.

“It had taken just 10 minutes, Ms. Y/L/N” Mr. Bieber said and nodded over the clock which laid on the wall. “I know but I just remember that I have to go to buy a few things still to our lunch” I lied and tried stand up from the chair but he pushed me back gently.

“No, I can drive you there so it won’t take so long then” he told and moved stand in front of me. “Now, where we were… oh yeah, I was telling you about those features” he grinned. He seemly enjoyed that position more than he probably should have.

He was teasing me slowly with his words, or then it was just my head which gave new meanings to those innocent sounding sentences. Or was he doing that all on purpose? No, he couldn’t do that, I thought. On that moment, I woke up from my thoughts when I heard my boss talk again.

“What are you thinking about? You look like so absent. Is something wrong?” he asked with worried tone. Yeah, actually yes. I was sitting in my boss’ office and I didn’t know, why he asked me there in the end, and my mind was racing too wild right now that even the record of speed of light would soon get beaten.

However, those things stood just inside my head and I just shook my head for him. “I’m fine, sir” His left hand moved under my chin and he made me look at him straight on his deep brown eyes. “Is that so? I think that you’re lying to me right now, Ms. Y/L/N”

I couldn’t anything to myself that this setting somehow turned me on. I had always find attraction over dominant men. I smirked lightly to him even that wasn’t part of my first plan. He raised his eyebrows asking.

“Would you like to tell me now what was really on your mind?” “Those things might not be sober in this surroundings or time” I said quietly back. “Well, work time is already over and you’re actually free now so I don’t find any reason to not tell about them. We’re just normal people when we’re off the work” he said calmly.

He was totally right. We weren’t on the work anymore. I had stood here because of my own want. There were no chains over my shoulders to keep me in this place, it was my own want.

I looked him while he still waits for my answer. “I just thought about that, do you do all these things on purpose when I’m around? I mean keep me overtime here so you could see me more and so on, because it feels like that at least” He smirked to my question, it was enough for me already as answer. Seemly my all suspects had been right.

Justin’s POV:

“I already knew that you’re a really smart young woman but I didn’t know that you would be this smart” I chuckled to Y/N. “Damn, seemly you caught me, but my purpose wasn’t bad just know that… I just-” I mumbled and scratched back of my neck while I tried find right words.

“I just- like I said, you have also other sides which I admire on you. I could nothing to myself. I didn-” I couldn’t finish my words before she said back: “It’s okay” She stood up from her chair and I stepped further from her.

Maybe this was the good time to let her leave finally, I thought, but for my surprise she sat over my big table. “Since we’re not at work anymore, it’s maybe safe to say now, that you haven’t been the only who has enjoyed that little game of yours” I turned around and looked her a bit confused.

“What?” she giggled and moved her hand over my chest. “Nothing… I just-” I mumbled and followed how her hand started move against my toned chest. It felt good to be honest. “Didn’t expected that, huh? Well it felt weird for me too first but well here we’re now” she giggled.

Her giggles were maybe the favorite sound of hers for me so far, but I had a feeling that one sound would sound even better to me. She moaning my name in that little office and over that big table of mine. I wanted her more than I had ever wanted so far.

I moved closer to her so our lips were just few centimeters away each other’s. “I’m glad that you told that to me, Ms. Y/L/N” I mumbled and peaked her lips softly. She looked so uncertain in front of me now, and somehow it turned me on even more. However, I could tell that she wait for more and I was ready to give her that.

I stepped closer to her and pressed my lips against hers. My hand moved behind her back and started search the zipper to her dress. After a moment searching I found it and pulled it down. She giggled between the kiss when my cool fingers ran down her bare back. I smiled back and pushed her dress off her shoulders.

“This is so wrong” she whispered but didn’t show a move to stopping. She opened my tie and dropped it on the floor, before she started open my white shirt. I took off my black jacket and put it over the back of the closest chair. When she was ready with my shirt I pulled it off too.

Y/N jumped off the table. Just on that moment I realized how beautiful she actually looked there. Of course, I had noticed that earlier too but on this lighting, she looked like a goddess.

She let her dress fall on her feet before she stepped off it. Her lips touched my bare chest and it sent chills all over my body. I cursed myself lowly when I noticed how she moved millimeter by millimeter lower against my body. Kiss by kiss she reached my crotch and a big smirk spread on her lips.

I had to pinch myself so I would be sure that I wasn’t dreaming. When I looked down again, she was still there. I wasn’t dreaming, I thought. Y/N opened slowly my belt and the zipper of my jeans before she pulled my jeans on my knees.

“Someone is a bit excited” she bit her lip when she looked at me. “You don’t even know how long I have dreamed about this” I slipped out of my mouth. She chuckled and grabbed my boxers gently. A light moan slipped out of my mouth without thinking.

“Stop teasing, Y/N” I hissed but she didn’t show any move to fasten her moves. “Patience” she whispered before she pulled my boxers fully off. I had closed my eyes before that. I wanted feel it all, but for my surprise her touch was gone after that. I opened my eyes but didn’t see her anywhere.

Damn, she seemly tricked me and bad, I thought and shook my head. There I was now standing middle off my office, my jeans and boxers on my knees with a boner. I was ready to leave but then I heard a cough behind my table.

I turned around and noticed Y/N, who was sitting on my chair smirking just her lingerie on. “Did you already think that I left?” she asked. I chuckled and walked over her. “No, I was just thinking what should I do with you, but sadly I don’t have anything of those things with me which I would need” I told her. She raised her eyebrows and turned the chair, so we were now facing each other.

“Sad” she mumbled and played with the gold chain which hang on my neck. “It would have been interesting to see what you would have been ready to do to me but I try manage” she acted hurt but I knew that she wasn’t ready to leave yet.

We switched places so I was sitting on the chair now. “Take those off” I nodded the rest of her clothes. She nodded and opened her bra and threw when on the floor next to her other clothes. After a few second followed her panties. “What’s next, sir?” she bit her lip.

I liked that way, she still kept that 'sir’ in the game. It gave this moment more tension and a little taste of danger. “Come here” I told her come stand in front of me. “There’s an hour and half left, is that enough to you?” I mumbled and looked the clock on the wall. She nodded quickly and I pulled her even closer to me.

“I can drive you home after that because I’m pretty sure that you can’t walk there by yourself after we have finished” I smirked. She moaned softly back and looked me in the eyes. “You ready?” I asked and she nodded back quickly.

She sat on my lap slowly and let out louder whimper when I filled her. She started move slowly on my lap up and down, increasing her speed. My hands moved on her hips and I helped her move faster. “Yes, just like that” I groaned low to her and gave a kiss to her which last more than I expected.

“Why didn’t we do that sooner… damn you, I wouldn’t have mind at all if you come to my office without those papers once and just lay me on that little table of mine… ” she talked to me breathless. Her dirty talks turned on me even more if it was even possible.

“Well, like you said earlier. This is in the end wrong, we shouldn’t do this… but I have always liked too much breaking rules” I chuckled and pushed her off me without warning.

However, I didn’t give her time to complain against my sudden action, but I pushed her against my table and pushed myself back inside her. Her moans filled the whole room and I prayed the god in my mind that everyone else would have left the building already, or we would be in big trouble.

“Justin, please” she cried out and looked me over her shoulder. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you” I mumbled to her ear and slapped her ass gently. I couldn’t just stop myself doing that anymore. Her ass was like a magnet which beg the other half, my hand. “Let me cum” she whispered.

I fastened my pace and pulled her hands behind her back. “Not yet” I murmed and let my eyes close. “Not yet, Y/N. I know you can take it still” I half mumbled myself to her. She let out frustrated groan but obeyed me still.

I continued pounding her still a couple minutes before I gave her a permission to come, and let’s say that she like really came. She squirted all over my table but I didn’t care about the mess. I was some kind of proud of that mess.

I pulled myself off her and kissed her cheek before I took a couple tissues from the drawer of my table. I handed one for her and took another to myself. “It’s 5:30pm, we should probably leave if you don’t wanna be late from your lunch” I mumbled and she looked me before she nodded.

We dressed up and I helped her out of the building to my car. I drove her home like I promised. The car ride was silent but when I stopped the car in front of her house, she opened her mouth.

“Thank you” she mumbled and kissed my cheek. “I had… fun” she blushed. “Maybe we should do that again sometime then” I grinned and it made her blush even more. “I think that we can avoid that” she said before she stepped out of the car.

I stood there still inside my car and followed how she walked in front of the door of her house and opened it. The light hit against her again just perfect. She looked beautiful. I got still a quick smile from her before she stepped inside her home. I smiled back. I couldn’t wait to see her on Monday again.


The girls and I were going out on the town in Vegas… Without the guys.

And I, being a sister of Tobi and admirer of Simon, was planning on looking hot.

Tobi knows I like his friend, but Simon has been dense lately. We did have a odd interaction where we kissed a year ago and then we didn’t speak for a good week after, but then nothing else.

“So let me know how he still hasn’t asked you out.” Freya asks while twirling me around.

“Who knows.” I shrug before following her out to the living area where everyone is relaxing.

“Okay we are going out. Catch you boys later.” Freya announces as Emily, Sarah, and I follow behind.

“Tobi your sister is of age right?” JJ laughs and I roll my eyes before catching a glimpse at Simon.

Just sitting on his phone. Not looking at me.

“See ya!” We shout before leaving the hotel room and heading to the club.

Normally I’d be going crazy and being the fun one, but I can’t when the boy I’ve loved for over a year doesn’t even look at me. When we returned to the room the lads were all filming videos and making bets and the first thing I did was step onto the balcony. I need space to breathe and not think about him.

“Why in gods name are you standing out here?” Sarah asks while joining me and shutting the sliding door slightly.

“Get away from everyone. Not to mention he’s in there and he hasn’t even batted an eye at me this whole trip.”

“You’re gorgeous and a genuinely amazing person. If he can’t see that, it’s his problem.”

“It’s cause I’m not like the other girls he’s dated.” I look down at my hands and back at her as all the pieces snap together for her.

“No, don’t think that.” She pulls me into a hug and doesnt let go. “You’re stunning, so don’t think that.”

“It’s hard when all you see are beautiful girls who have pin straight hair and blue eyes on magazines. They’re shown off and I grew up wanting that, but I worked so hard to stop thinking like that. But now I’m here letting stupid Simon make me question my confidence and worth. It doesn’t make any sense but it just has me feeling like shit.”

“Why is she crying?” Tobi somehow ends up on the balcony and Sarah stays quiet.

“Sarah do you mind?” Tobi asks and she shakes her head before going back inside.

“Thought you guys had fun?”

“Thought I dressed up good enough for him to notice me. I even straightened by hair too. I tried to look like Freya and the others and he still didn’t notice me.” I explain and he’s left confused and staring at my retreating figure.

“I cannot stand this trip. It’s a fucking nightmare.” I mumble while walking into my room, because honestly, all I want is sleep.

“What are you doing in here? Your room is two doors down.” I motion for him to leave and he looks up at me.

“I’m well aware that you like me. I’ve known for a while, but I’ve also kept in mind that your Tobi’s little sister. And I try to refrain from checking out my mates little sister.” He admits and I’m quick to defend myself but he stops me.

“No, I’m gonna talk because you have it completely wrong. I heard you on the balcony before. If you forgot I have the other part of the balcony on the other side of the dividing wall. And you’re wrong because I do notice you and I do like you. So don’t assume anything because I do like you and I have for a while but it just so happens that you’re my best mates sister.”

“But worst of all, this isn’t you. This hair isn’t, and these heels and outfit aren’t you. Stop trying to be someone you’re not because I like you for you. Not the version you think I want you to be.” He reaches for my hand and holds onto it, as I take off my heels. I then feel his hand reaching around my back and pulling me closer to him.

“I fell in love with you, not the version of you that you think I want you to be.” He admits and for second it all seems perfect. Like there was a force above that decided I needed some love.

“I’m gonna go edit my videos. Come you’re join me when you’re ready.” He leaves a kiss on my cheek before leaving me standing and refraining from screaming.

I think he just said he loved you.

He basically said he loved you Y/N.

Vegas wasn’t so bad after all.

anonymous asked:

Aaaa hi, it says requests are open again! Before I request anything I really wanna say thatI absolutely LOVE your writing. Like it's so lovely and I genuinely enjoy all of your headcanons. Thank you very much ^^ As for the headcanon, this one might be a little weird? Could you please write a headcanon about the RFA finding out that Jumin has PTSD? If not, it's totally okay! Thank you for taking the time to read this. ~Blaine

Blaine. Blaine. *Puts hands on your shoulders* You are amazing for letting me write this out. I hope I can do this prompt a little justice. And if anyone needs this tagged, let me know? I’m not going to bring specifics into it, like how he got it. Not in this hc.

Also, if anyone is confused, I made this post here explaining my personal hc that I thought Jumin may have PTSD. Totally okay if you disagree with that. JUST as a warning, it does talk about abuse in that post, so I heavily suggest not clicking that if it has the potential to upset you.


- She would be one of the first ones to find out. Due to her keeping track of his schedule more often than he did, she would have to remind him of the meetings he had her jot down. No names, no explaination. Just that he had a meeting with someone at one.

- The first time he had her jot it down, she didn’t think to ask much about it. Sometimes he forgot names, and there really was no way of telling how his exact thought process worked.

- But they started becoming frequent. Weekly, even, instead of monthly, and she starting getting concerned when he dodged all questions about it.

- One day she guised her question to be work related. And honestly, in some ways it was. In order to fully make his schedule correctly, she needed names. It wouldn’t be good for him to accidentally schedule two meetings at the same timeslot, mistaking the ‘Meeting @ 1pm’ to be with a different business client.

- And partly…she was worried he might be risking some reputation. She knew he was smart, but with how easily he fell for some of Seven’s antics…

- Finally, though, with enough pestering, she finally got it out of him. He game her a name, explained it was a doctor, and refused to answer any other questions.

- Rarely, very rarely, he used a voice that was much more than his normal 'stern’ tone. She could count on one hand all the times he had used it with her, or even with anyone in general, but when she tried to press futher and he answered with that rare tone, she finally backed down. Swallowed her worries until she got off of work.

- But right after her shift, as she looked up the doctor’s name, finding out he wasn’t just a simple 'doctor’, seeing what he specialized in. She just felt guilt wash over her.

- She refrained from any more questions. Tried to hide her slight annoyance when he cleared his schedule after meeting with the doctor, ignored how tired he sounded. How drained.

- She didn’t know what caused it, and never wanted to try and pry at what did. The least she could do was try to be a bit more understanding, maybe stop fussing about a certain project or two, but… He probably would want her to treat him like usual, right?

- God. She hoped he was doing okay.


- Jaehee accidentally let it slip that Jumin was seeing a doctor. For reasons she was unsure about, since he never said. 

- So of course, of cooourse, Seven wasn’t just going to ignore the chance to snoop around a bit?

- Granted, he was mainly doing it to make sure that Jumin wasn’t hiding that he had cancer, or something life-threatening like that. He knew Jumin had grown up close with V, and privately hoped the man didn’t share his habit of hiding his health.

- Regardless, even with how rich Jumin was, hacking into his bank statements was easy. Trailing cards numbers, amounts, names. Super easy, hardly any effort wasted.

-But he felt his heart slowly inch towards his stomach as he found the doctor’s name. Found what he specialized in, and that Jumin wasn’t actually going to your normal doctor.

- It was hard, admittedly, to not look into the doctor’s files on Jumin. Especially since he was literally a few keys away on possibly finding out why Jumin may have a few quirks. Quirks that the RFA loved him for, but also teased about.

- But if he did, he wouldn’t ever get the guilt to wash away. He’d never be able to look at him, not until he came clean.

- He wanted to know. Wanted to know each reason, wanted to see if his skills could somehow make Jumin feel better, but he only worked with computers. Not people.

- That was the furthest he dug into the issue. If the subject was brought up in the chat, he tried slipping the convo into teasing Yoosung about something, or just…anything distracting.

- Jumin would tell them if it became relevant, he knew that much. Just hopefully he would learn to speak up if he needed help.


- Ultimately, it’s Seven who tells him. Of all the people. He called him during a heated bickering session with Jumin. He wasn’t even aware he was in the chatroom watching them, but when Seven kept trying to find a good way to word something, he cooled off pretty quickly.

- It’s awkward at first, since his main reasoning for calling is to try and get Zen to drop the subject of Jumin’s health, which…Zen is confused as to why being concerned over another members health is a bad thing. So, Seven tried to explain, stumbling a bit over his words.

- After Seven admits he hacked into Jumin’s bank statements and such (Zen immediately getting ready to explain why the fuck that was a stupid thing to do in the first place), Seven explains what kind of doctor Jumin is seeing. And…Zen shuts up. In fact, he’s quiet for a solid minute before asking what he would be seeing him for.

- And once he hears it, he has to ask Seven to repeat it, and then they’re both quiet. Just silently on the phone, wondering what the fuck happened to their cat mom of a friend.

- After they get on the phone, Zen pops back into the chat and ends the argument. In private, he sends a text to Jumin, making some bs excuse about work being difficult. And, awkwardly, tries to suggest having a beer with him. Just to talk. Catch up, talk about life, since Jumin isn’t in the chat often.

- He doesn’t let it get to him when Jumin declines (No free time to even do so), but he feels a bit relieved that Jumin agrees to at least trying to do so sometime.

- They may argue, but if Jumin is dealing with something heavy on his own, then he’s going to at least try to listen. Even if he can’t give the best advice.


- He doesn’t find out until Jumin announces it in the chat one day, claiming to know that Seven must have found out and told everyone, since everyone is treating him vastly different.

- Per Yoosung’s prompting, he explains he doesn’t have anything physical to worry about- No blindness, no cancer, nothing like that. Just a mental issue, something he’s trying to learn more about each session.

- And honestly…Yoosung didn’t know what PTSD was at first. He was confused, and Jumin spelling out the full name didn’t help. Seven eventually had to link him an article in a text, and he felt so sick reading it.

- All the possibilities of Jumin having it…All the implications. They were so horrible! He ended up staying up for a while that night, trying to calm himself down from imagining all the different types of pain his friend could have gone through.

- He never thought Jumin could have something like this. He was born with a silver spoon- Most of his problems were things Yoosung wished he could worry about! Realizing that Jumin possibly hurt some days, more than others, just made him feel an immense guilt for even lightly teasing him at times.

- The next day, exhausted with trying to come up with ways to help out, ways to show he cared, he carefully brought the topic back up in the chat.

- He explained that he knew he was just a kid to Jumin, knew he wasn’t as well put together as he was, but if there was any way he could help, just to let him know. Even if it was just listening to him, Yoosung would do it. He could even call super late at night, since he gamed until four in the morning!

- Jumin was surprisingly a little nice about Yoosung flooding the chat with his worries for him. He explained that, for now, he just wanted everyone to treat him normally, since the chat had developed a weird tension ever since they all found out. But…He was going to take the offers they made, if the need ever arose.

- Even though it was a small thing, the only thing Yoosung could really offer, he was glad it seemed to be helpful.

- In the meantime, he was going to find some cute cat pictures to save for when Jumin was feeling a bit down. It was small, but at least it would show that he cared for him, and he knew Jumin would understand that.

Roommates//Part 5

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Spencer held the door open for you quickly you both made your way to the conference room. Penelope had already started the briefing, everyone turned around to look at the both you. “So kind of you two to join us” Hotch said sternly trying to hold back a smile. 

Everyone else watched as you both quietly took a seat, as you as you opened the file in front of you, “Wheels up in twenty” Hotch said getting up, “Y/N, Spencer my office now.” 

You and Spencer watched as Hotch walked through the door, and then looked at each other confused, without another word you both got up and followed him into his office. “Close the door behind you” he instructed. 

“Take a seat” Hotch said sitting behind his desk, he looked at both of you before continuing. “I need to know that whatever you two have going on is not going to affect your performance on this team.” 

What? What did he just say? “I’m sorry but, what? I’m not following Hotch” you said confused. Did he seriously think that you an Spencer had something going on ? We’re you both giving off that vibe? 

“Whatever you two have going on, you don’t have to tell me, I would just to keep this team together. Please don’t let your relationship interfere with your job, with what you do here.” 

So he thought something was going on, why would he think something was going on. “Yes sir” As soon as you heard Spencer agree your head snapped in his direction. Did he just agree, wait was something going on? Did Spencer think something was going on between the both of you? 

“Good, I’ll see you both of the jet” Spencer got up first and you followed him out the door. Your mind was racing with all the different questions, trying to think of what the best time to talk to him would be. Definitely not while on the jet surrounded by everyone else, or at the station or in the car. 

This couldn’t wait till later you pulled arm guiding him through a quiet hallway. “What was that about Spencer?” 

“What are you talking about?” Spencer said confused. You looked at him shocked, how could he not know? 

“In Hotch’s office why did you just say yes? What do we have that could possibly get in the way of our jobs?” you we’re growing frantic trying to figure out what was going through his head. 

“I don’t know do we?” Spencer wanted to know just as much as you did. 

There was an awkward silence between the both of you, YES I THINK WE DO! You continued to scream in your head. Neither of you knew how to answer that question, or if they should even say it out loud. 

“Are you guys ready, we’re about to leave” JJ said as she walked by. Spencer walked away leaving you with her, JJ figured she was interrupting something. “Is everything okay?” she asked you. 

“Yes, no, I don’t know. Do you think Spencer and I have a thing? Because Hotch thinks we have a thing and Spencer won’t answer if there is even thing. It’s been weird lately, really weird.” JJ realized there was more going on then she could imagine. 

“I mean you guys are kind of weird lately we thought you had something going on and you we’re all over him last night, we just sort of assumed.” JJ said with a guilty look on her face. 

“Do you have feelings for Spencer?” she finally asked. 

“I’d be lying if I said no at this point. It’s been a lot of different situations and I–” JJ watched as you struggled to put words together. “I’m here if you want to talk” she said before walking away. 

Through out the whole day you weren’t fully present, your mind was not in this case. Trying to analyze everything that had happened since you had moved in. But sill you only came to the same conclusion, you we’re positive you had feelings for him. 

After an exhausting day of piecing together tiny bits of information it was time to get some sleep. Before opening the door to your hotel you looked to your right just two doors down you saw Spencer standing in front of his room. 

“Hey roommate,” you called out to him, you walked closer to him. “I thought about your question, and I don’t know if we have a thing. But I can tell you I have a thing for you. I like you Spence, a lot. It’s becoming difficult to keep it to my self. And it’s becoming difficult to interrupt my thinking here.” 

“Well we should probably work on that, because I already told Hotch we wouldn’t let it interrupt our work.” 

“We?” you asked curiously. 

“We.” Spencer confirmed. 



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Originally posted by jeonsshi

• pairing: kim namjoon x reader (his point of view)
• genre/warnings: angst, smut, phone sex, dirty talk, pet names, degrading names used in sex, mentions of supposed cheating
• words: 5,946
→ summary: you call Namjoon late one night to tell him you want him back. Is it true, or are you just looking for some sweet relief, fuelled by your jealously and irrational behaviour?
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Colors/Soulmate Renjun

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Request: Can i get a Renjun colourblind soul mate Au ?

can i request the soulmate thing but with renjun?

So I was intrested in your soulmate stories and would like to request one for renjun Thank youuuu ^^

Hey! I would have a request for your soulmate stories! Could you write one for Renjun?

A/N: happy birthday to this angel & im happy he’s getting so much love?? haha yay i actually did this concept with Mark’s and it was really fun, hope you enjoy reading!


“They resemble the color of chocolate, the cocoa brown strands shining brightly, with a few streaks of caramel-like strands popping from beneath.”

You nodded your head in excitement as your eyes glued to your mother’s mouth, anticipating what she was going to describe next. The woman in front of you reached her hand out and held your small palm in hers, which was huge in size as compared to yours. You smiled innocently at her, and asked with excitement, “Mommy! Describe more! I want to know what other colors there are”

Pink, orange, blue and green. All the colors you wanted to see but couldn’t at all, not until you met your soulmate.

As a child you had always been curious, as you’d beg your mother to describe all the colors she is able to see, as you let your imagination run wild. You were told that your cheeks were of a rosy pink color-a light and calming shade that many loved. Your mother had also told you that your eyes were of a light brown shade, as your rather pale and fair skin made you look even more lovable.

Your mother looked around, then picked up the small rose lying in a vase from the table. Pointing it to you, she smiled and waved, “This is red,”

You nodded your head once again, as you mouthed out the word in fascination, “Red”

She gave a small smile, then continued,“,red is normally seen as a symbol of love and romance. That’s why daddy got me this red rose, do you understand?”

The 8 year old you stared at her in confusion as you furrowed your eyebrows together,“Romance? What is that?”

She smiled and chuckled, then pat your head, “It’s something that happens when you meet your soulmate, you’ll understand later on”

Without saying much, you simply nodded your head and smiled, “Thank you mommy!”


You couldn’t remember exactly when you started to see those, but recently you had been seeing lighter shades of white and colors, but they would only last for a while.

In just a split second you were faced with many different bright and outstanding shades of colors, making it seem more vibrant as compared ti the black&white vision you had been having since you were born. But weird thing was, this sudden outbursts of colors did not last long. Everything would be back to the monotone two colors that you were so familiar with in just a few seconds, and moments later you’d be face by the same highlights again.

You were confused and scared at the same time- what if something was happening to your soulmate? What was going to happen from there?

Coincidentally, all these strted after you met him.

Although y'all had never once met up before, you could tell that he was a genuinely nice person, and was always there for you no matter what.

You came upon one of his song covers on the internet. Although he didn’t show his face, his angelic voice managed to capture your attention and next thing you knew, the both of you were constantly messaging and chatting with each other, as y'all seemed to immediately ‘click’.

One problem though-he lived far away from where you did, coming all the way from China. You cherished him as a friend and it broke your heart to know that there was a possibility that the both of you would ever get the chance to meet.

How’s your day going Y/N ah? -renjun ☆

I’m still seeing these random colors, is this normal omg? have you experienced this before -you

Maybe you’re just going to meet your soulmate soon? and nah, i haven’t met mine yet, everything’s still black and white for me –renjun ☆

they’d be so lucky though, being able to be yours -you

yours would be luckier -renjun ☆

Your heart almost stopped as you felt yourself blushing, you couldn’t be possibly falling for someone whom you’ve never met before, when you already have a soulmate right?


Three months passed but still no one, especially your soulmate, was appearing. You still had the random color ‘strikes’ occuring from time to time everyday, and it only made you more afraid and nervous.

Yet another thing that made you afraid, just last month Renjun had called you frantically telling you that he had seen a few colors that day too, and was similar to what you were experiencing.

He was going to meet his soulmate too and probably stop spending as much time chatting and calling you online. You knew he wasn’t the type to abandon his friends, but you still felt uncertain and part of you wanted to be his soulmate so badly.

You love him.

remember 7pm!! i have great news to tell you -renjun ☆

okay junjun, woah what’s so great? -you

don’t call me that >:-( you’ll know later hehe -renjun ☆

It wasn’t the first time the both of you were going to video call each other, and the first time the both of you did, you were stunned by his beauty and sharp features. The cute and small little smile he’d give when he was giggling melt your heart and for some reason, you could always see a little color whenever you were video calling him, but did not think much about it, assuming that it was part of the random colors you face.

You let your hair fall perfectly on your shoulders, as you looked at the reflection of yourself one last time before accepting his call. You were faced by his comforting smile and soft eyes, as they immediately brightened as soon as he saw you on the screen. He gave a small wave to you, as his mouth formed a small ‘o’, “i can actually see a light shade of colors now wow, anyways you’re looking pretty like always.”

Your cheeks turned slight warmer, as you shook your head and laughed, “don’t be like this renjun- anyways, what was it that you were so excited to share?”

Renjun’s cheeky smile shined brightly on your laptop screen, as he asked you to close your eyes. Listening to his orders, you waited for him to signal you to open them again patiently, as you heard the shuffling through your speakers, followed by his calming voice “Okay, open them now”

You squinted your eyes to read the small slip of paper he held in his hands in front of the camera and you screamed loudly- it was an air ticket to your country. Renjun laughed at your reaction, as he paused to continue, “also, my parents are planning to migrate there. We can finally meet up and spend time together!”

You were so happy you were at the verge of crying, as you jumped excitedly around your room with Renjun giggling at you-it was something you had never expected to happen.


You clasped your sweaty palms together nervously as you waited excitedly in your seat, your eyes checking the numerical digits on the big screen once every few seconds.

Today was the day you were finally going to meet him, your online best friend for more than a year now. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

At the same time, he colors you were seeing had been more defined and of more gradient lately, and they seemed to last longer than usual, was this a sign?

A big group of people emerged from behind the gate, as your eyes darted around the crowd to find that one person you were only looking for.

The young boy looked around confused as he knitted his eyebrows together, also only looking out for that one person.

You saw him, and you immediately shouted out, “Renjun ah!”

The boy turned and his blank and confused expression turned into a bright and happy one, as he made his way running to you, engulfing you into a big hug.

You looked into his eyes, and if felt much different as compared to when you were looking at him through the screen. Almost immediately, you noticed how the light pink color of his lips become darker and that you could see clearly the brown orbs of his eyes-something you couldn’t see ever before.

Everything around you seemed more lively and vibrant, as the colors slowly seemed to take their place. Renjun noticed too, as he grabbed your hand, “This is actually happening right?”

Already tearing up, you nodded your head as you hugged him again, this time the colors did not fade away once, even after a long solid one hour.

He was your soulmate.


“Why do you need so many of these plush toys, you’re 17 this year babe” you called out to him, as you help arrange his big collection of his moomin characters from the big box. Renjun gave a small scoff, then rebutted, “I love moomin shush, just help me in arranging that and we’ll be done for today”

You wiped of the perspiration on your forehead, before plopping down on his bed, lazily calling out to him, “You have so many things to unpack because you’ll be living here permanently from now on, are you sure you can finish doing everything”

Renjun flashed you his angelic smile, then nodded his head, “Yes i will, for now let’s go grab lunch shall me?” As he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of bed.

He then stopped and scurried to his backpack. You looked at him confused, but all he did was let out a smal giggle.

He pulled out a red rose from his bag, then held it out to you, “I saw this at the flower shop just now and i thought of you, i love you”

“red is normally seen as a symbol for love and romance,”

You blushed as you brought your lips to his cheeks, “i love you too”


this is so bad im sorry ;-;