i have so many questions i want to ask you but just don’t know how. and because i know for a fact that my voice would break and tears would start streaming down my face if i were to ask you in person, i am writing you this letter. furthermore, i don’t think that you would even listen to me. these days you seem to be ignoring me as if i’m your worst enemy.
how? that would be my first question.
how was it so easy for you to go? to just leave me and not even look back.
why would you leave and why would you leave like that? no explanation. no real goodbye. nothing.
was it even real? what we had, i mean. was it? because i’ve been dreaming so much about you lately that it seems like i can’t tell what’s real and what’s not anymore.
love, i wish you didn’t shatter my heart. i wish you didn’t make all these promises just to break them. i wish that you could have been honest with me from the beginning. honest about your intentions and your feelings for me.
the last time we were standing in front of each other, looking into your brown eyes made my knees go weak and my heart beat faster. how can someone feel so much and the other just not? i guess i’ll never know because i tend to give people all of me. always. with you it was no different. i gave you all of me, made you my favourite person in this shitty world and hoped that i would be your favourite too.
but this is farewell, my love. i hope that a part of you never forgets me. no matter how important i really was to you. i hope that wherever life takes you, it takes you someplace happy. you deserve it, i’m sure of that.
Even though Jerome Valeska is a full blown psychopath, you can’t tell me he isn’t the most attractive man alive. Something about lunatics make me go ‘nuts’ but let’s talk about this scene. It makes my knees go weak😍 why fox why must you do this to me.
On a hunt,
Y/N is surprised to find out in such circumstances, a kink that she has – as is
Dean. They try it out when they get back to the motel room.
not doing that. No way!” You shouted through the motel room.
“Come on Y/N this is where he’s going to be and it’s probably our only
chance to kill him.” Dean argued. “I have to go too.”
You snorted, “You get to wear clothes though, you don’t have to go in your
You had been on this case for the past two weeks trying to find the vampire
that was terrorising the city, so of course you wanted to kill the son of a
bitch. But the only problem was that he only showed his face once a fortnight
at a club downtown. The club looked like your average sort of club from the
outside but in reality it was invite only. Not only that but the invites were
for men who had girlfriends and partners that would come along only in their
underwear (or less) and then, “I don’t even want to think about what sort
of stuff happens in that club at night.”
always been the mother figure to everyone in the pack but when the pups start
calling you mom they also start treating you as Derek’s mate, awkwardness
and confessions ensue.
Warning:Smut! and other shit! :D
You hopped out of your newly bought Mustang, you knew the
pack would be shocked at your new car but the moment you saw the sleek black
vehicle you knew it was the one. Your last car got trashed in a car chase with
the Calaveras but you dug into your inheritance and decided to get something
nicer. The moment one foot stepped out of the new car Stiles was on you with a
“Ohh my god when did you get this!? How does it run!? How
much was it!?” You rolled your eyes but answered all of Stiles’ question calmly
because you adored Stiles he was like a brother to you.
“Wow that is one beautiful car.” You heard a gruff voice say
from behind you, you knew who it was but you turned around anyway with a
“I know she runs amazingly!” You exclaimed cheerfully which
made Derek crack a small smile.
“Did he just smile?” Stiles stared at Derek with wide eyes.
“Yes Stiles I have the ability to smile.” Derek deadpanned.
“How come I’ve never seen you smile at anyone except Y/N?
Well unless you count that deputy at the police station who you flirted with.
Why don’t you smile at me?” Stiles rambled his arms flying around in an
“I smile at Y/N because she is about 5 times more attractive
and 100% less hyperactive spaz.” Derek replied easily but when he said you were
attractive your mind went blank, your heart started racing rapidly and you knew
your cheeks were most likely bright red.
“Ooo Derek and Y/N sittin’ in a tree K I S S I N G fir-”
“Stiles shut up before I rip yo-”
“First comes love!” Erica popped up out of nowhere and
started singing along.
“Then comes marriage!” Liam exclaimed as he burst out the
door with a grin on his face.
“Then comes a baby in a baby carriage!” The three of them
shouted together, at this point you knew your face was bright red so you buried
your head in your hands willing it to go away.
“Then comes a divorce because she finally realises how
grumpy Derek is.” You heard a cheerful voice at which made you look up to see
“Derek’s not grumpy.” You huffed at Peter which made
everyone turn to you.
“Oh so no divorce?” Peter smirked knowing he’s caught you
“No! I mean-We’re not…And he’s not-Fuck my life!” You
screamed storming into the house the pups soon following behind you.
You sat down next to Isaac and Liam as soon as the pack
meeting started, they were both sat very close but you knew it was because
contact made them calm. As Derek went through everything he needed to you
stared at his chiselled face, the abs that you could see through his tight
shirt and his ice green eyes as they darted to and from each pack member who
As the meeting came to a wraps Liam already had his head on
your shoulder and Isaac had his on your lap you glanced at both of them smiling
but knew you had to move if you wanted to get started on making dinner.
“Liam honey I need to go start on dinner.” His head shot up,
nodding before running off to play video games with the boys.
“Isaac sweetie I need to go make food.” You giggled when he
nuzzled into your lap more, you ran your fingers through his hair softly before
looking down at his face realising he was sleeping. You lifted his head gently
and set it on a cushion once you had moved. His face twisted in one of a lost
puppy and he reached for anything he could.
“M-Mama..” He whimpered as his hand touched mine. Suddenly
you were aware almost all the packs eyes were on you. You wanted to be
embarrassed but you couldn’t be because it didn’t feel weird to be called that
by the pups.
“Can I ask why everyone feel like that is something to gawp
over?” You snapped in a motherly tone which soon made them lower their heads.
As so finally got round to making tea you could hear Isaac shouting at the tv
which you assumed to be because of a video game, suddenly Jacksons voice cut
through the conversation.
“Aww is mama’s boy losing? Why don’t you go-”
“JACKSON JOHNATHAN WHITTEMORE!” you screamed as you shot out
the kitchen door straight into the living area. Jackson froze and dropped his
“Apologise right now!” You shouted as everyone seemed to
freeze. Derek seemed ready to jump in but you knew he didn’t need to.
“Sorry Isaac..” You dipped his head slightly as if he’d been
scolded by his mother.
“Now who’s a mama’s
boy?” Stiles snorted which made your eyes shoot to him.
“Mieczyslaw Stilinski! Get in this kitchen and help me make
food!” Everyone stared at you wide eyed making Stiles flush.
“How the hell did you pronounce that so perfectly!? I can’t
even pronounce it and I’m his best friend!” Scott exclaimed as everyone stared
at you then Scott. You ignored Scott question and followed an embarrassed
Stiles into the kitchen.
After you finished making dinner you had the pack set the
table and carry the excessive amount of food to the table. You all sat down,
staring at the various foods you had made. You sat to Derek’s left and Scott
was on his right. You noted that everyone let Derek eat the first bite which
was normal because he was the Alpha but when everyone stared at you, you looked
to Derek for help.
“Why is everyone looking at me?” You asked confused by
“The first person to eat in the pack is the Alpha then his
mate, then the Alpha’s second.” Lydia stated calmly as she smiled over at you.
“But Scott is Derek’s second not me?” You replied, your left
eyebrow raised slightly.
“But your Derek’s mate. Right?” Isaac asked from the seat
next to you.
“What?” You looked back to Derek who was staring at Isaac
with the same confused look.
“Guys we’re not dating…” Derek shifted awkwardly in his seat
as he spoke it made your heart clench painfully at the fact he was
uncomfortable with the idea of dating you.
“Oh sorry the idea of dating me seems so farfetched to you.”
You growled at him making everyone freeze for what felt like the millionth time
“That’s not what I was saying Y/N.” Derek stated softly as
he stared into your Y/E/C eyes.
“So what were you saying Derek?” You sneered and everyone
seemed to shrink into their seats.
“Well I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable with
everything they were saying…” He whispered his voice trailing off slightly.
“In what world would anyone be uncomfortable with dating
Derek Hale?!” You screeched staring at him like he’d grown another head.
“Well if you wanna play that game fine! In what world would
anyone be uncomfortable with dating Y/N Y/L/N!” He retaliated harshly.
“So then why aren’t you guys dating?” Liam spoke up softly,
everyone turned to look at the youngest of the pack his head held high as if
he’d knew he’d said something smart.
“Because Derek doesn’t like me the way I like him and you
know this!” You whisper yelled to Liam but realised that you’d said it loud
enough for everyone to hear.
“You like me?” Derek asked making you turn your attention to
him, your face now bright red.
“Can we talk about this after diner please? I’d like to at
least enjoy the food I cooked before you flat out reject me.” You mumbled
softly before pushing the food around your plate. You looked up to Derek who
was now out his seat. Before you knew what had happened you were yanked out
your seat, one of his arms firmly wrapped around your waist and the other hand
cupped your cheek.
“Do you like me?” He asked again with more heat and
curiosity in his voice, his green eyes stared into yours making everyone else
disappear. You nodded softly as your eyes flicked from his to his lips. His
lips met yours in a soft yet passionate kiss, after a few seconds of small
kisses that stole your breath away you were pulled out by the sound of Isaac’s
“Ew it’s like watching your parents make out.” You pulled
away flushing slightly before looking up at Derek who sent you a pantie melting
grin which made your knees weak.
“Can we eat now I didn’t slave over a hot stove to eat cold
food?” Stiles grumbled which made me turn to him with a raised eyebrow daring
him to take all the credit.
“I mean let eat this delicious food mama made and then make
sure to give her a foot massage later?” He grinned over at your cheekily.
“Stiles shut up or I will rip your thr-” Derek stopped
mid-sentence as you shot him the same look.
“I mean let’s eat then put on Y/N favourite film?” Derek
mumbled his eyes wide.
“See now you’re getting it. Okay time to eat.” You giggled
pressing a gentle kiss to Derek’s cheek.
After dinner you all put on a film and cuddled on the giant
L shaped couch. Everyone was touching in some way with and Derek in the middle
of what could only be classed as a puppy pile. You could stop to scared thought
that this could just be another one of your dreams about Derek but every time
you count your fingers and thumbs you had ten altogether. You buried you head
into Derek hard chest which was surprisingly comfortable. You drew shapes
absently on Derek’s chest as your listened to his heart beat. Every now and
then it would rise and become louder but other than that it was a calming
Eventually everyone started leaving until you were the last
on left in the newly re-built Hale house. You shuffled about as Derek walked
you to the front door. As you were about to put your shoes on Derek stopped you
grabbing your face and kissing you with so much emotion and roughness you knew
your lips would bruise. When he pulled away, you let out a small whine from the
loss but opened your eyes to look into his.
“God I’ve wanted to do that all night but I felt like I’d
scar the pups.” Derek sighed softly as he started regaining his lost breath.
“Derek…What are we?” You asked softly as his hands made
circles on both cheeks.
“You’re mine and I’m yours.” He responded calmly, his hands
slipping into your hair. When he gripped your hair slightly you let out a
whimper now thoughts of him claiming you, his eyes glowing red as he made you
submit, made their way into your head. You soon started to feel your panties
grow damn which as soon as Derek took a deep breath through his nose you knew
he smelt because his eyes changed from icy green to crimson red.
“Stop.” He growled as your arousal got worse as his red eyes
stared into yours.
“I can’t stop the fact that you turn me on Derek.” You
chuckled softly, biting your lip so stop another whimper escaping when you felt
his hand grip your hair tighter.
“You smell so sweet.” His left hands moved to grip your hip
as he drew you closer towards him.
“If you don’t leave now I’m going to take you upstairs and
claim you.” Derek growled into your ear, his fangs grazing against the shell of
“Then do it.” You panted as his mouth moved to your neck.
“You sure that’s what you want I mean we only star-”
Before he could continue rambling you grabbed him by the
back of the neck and pulled him down for a bruising kiss. Both his hands
gripped your waist in a tight hold but you didn’t care if he left bruises it
just meant that Derek wanted you that much he couldn’t control himself and to
you that felt empowering.
“Yes I’m sure I want Alpha to claim me.” You whined softly
as you pulled away from the kiss.
He didn’t answer with words instead chose to growl at my
choice of words, there was something extremely attractive about his red eyes
and growls that went straight to your core. You step back from him and pulled
off your baby blue summer dress you were currently wearing, leaving you in your
underwear, a strapless nude pink bra and matching panties. His eyes roamed over
you hungrily as you made your way up the large set of stairs, swaying your hips
seductively as you went. He was soon chasing after your almost fumbling like a
horny teenager to get his shirt off.
Once you reached his room, you crawled onto his bed on all
fours. He made his way over to you gripping your hips tightly. His right hand
slowly made its way down your back pushing softly on your shoulder blades so
you were face down with your lace clad ass in the air. You giggled shaking your
ass at him playfully making another feral growl emit from his chest. He
playfully slapped your ass making you playfully moan at him. You knew at this
point you were so wet that your panties were likely soaked. His right hand made
it way down my back to my ass before skimming over your lace cover pussy.
“Jesus you’re so wet.” He groaned as if this fact caused him
and his dick physical pain.
“Mhm because Alpha makes me wet.” You gasped as he moved
your panties to one side and ran his index finger through your wet folds.
“What does Alpha’s little kitten want?” He whispered as his
lips gave small kisses to your ass cheeks which made you whine softly.
“Want Alpha’s tongue.” You managed to whisper, your hands
gripping the sheets tightly in anticipation. Instead of responding he ripped
your panties off, his tongue delving into your pussy as soon as the shredded
panties were thrown away. You let out a breathy moan as his tongue dipped into
your hole, fucking you roughly with his tongue before moving his attention to
your clit giving slight kitten licks making you whimper before trying to push
back on him. His hands gripped your hips keeping you firmly in place as he
continued his ministrations on your dripping core. Soon his fingers entered the
mix, his two fingers slowly pushing in and out making your moans louder. He
started sucking on your clit making your orgasm start towards the edge.
“D-Derek am gonna’ cum.” You stuttered out barely able to
even form the sentence but these words only made his finger go faster and his
licks and bites get rougher. You finally felt yourself fall gripping the
sheets, his name repeatedly falling from your lips over and over. Finally as
you started to come down his attention stopped and you were flipped onto your
“Would like to stop now Y/N?” He asked as he hovered over
your body his shirt gone along with his jeans leaving him in boxers with a very
large noticeable hard on showing. He tucked some of your Y/H/C hair behind your
ear, his actions soft and loving making you smiles up at him tiredly.
“No I want you to make love to me.” You smiled at him
lovingly as he leaned down kissing your forehead. He nodded as he grabbed a
condom from the nightstand, carefully rolling it on. He lifted your legs gently
wrapping them around his waist, his tip now teasing your entrance. He looked at
you one last time as if asking once again if this was okay but instead of answering
verbally, you brought him down for a reassuring kiss. He entered you slowly
your back arching softly as you gripped onto his bicep with one hand, the other
gripping the sheets. You had only had sex once when you were 17 but he was a
lot bigger than the guy who took your virginity. He stopped as soon as he was
fully inside of you he looked down to make sure you were okay.
“You okay baby?” He asked softly caressing your face.
“Y-Yeah this is only my second time ever having…” You
drifted off yours cheeks flushing tenfold.
“You should have told me I’d of prepared you more!” He
whispered yelled his voice full of panic and apologies.
“It’s okay Der I’m fine now you can move.” You whispered
bring him down for a chaste kiss.
He looked uncertain with your words but you moved your hips
up letting out a gasp followed quickly by a moan. You moved your arms to rest
around his neck pulling him down for a slow yet passion kiss as he began with
slow thrusts that made you moan into the kiss. He supported himself on one arm
and used the other to run his fingers through your L/S hair. He kissed the
corner of your mouth as his thrust got harder but not faster. His lips placing
a trail of kisses to your neck.
“Shit Y/N…Feels good.” He moaned huskily into your ear.
Your moans were gentle and worn out as you felt yourself
building again. When you clenched around Derek slightly brought his hand down
to draw circles against your clit. His panting and gasps getting heavier as his
thrust became more uneven and messy. His other hand gripped the sheets as he
felt you finally cum around his shaft.
“Derek!” Your voice shouted out as you felt yourself cum for
the second time.
“I’m cumming…” He gasped as he thrust into deeper than
before, making you rasp out a quiet moan. As he came his thrust became more
uneven and slowed down before coming to a stop. You were both panting as he
took the condom off. He tied it throwing it into the bin before he collapsed
next to you. He pulled the covers from under both of you making sure your naked
body was covered as he drew you in until your head was on his chest.
“I love you Y/N.” He whispered as he kissed your head,
running his fingers through your hair.
“I love you too Der.” You murmured before you felt sleep
Pacing back and forth around your trailer almost drove you dizzy. Back and forth. Back and forth; as if that was going to simultaneously solve all of your problems. It wasn’t. Not even close.
You had just gotten the memo that your intimate scene with Jensen was moved to today, not that you weren’t sweating buckets the second you got the script, but the fact that the scene was moved to today instead of five days from now had you ripping your hair from your head. You were going to be very exposed to him, and no matter how long the two of you had been friends, this was something you weren’t comfortable with on so many levels.
I drink milk every day because my doctor says I need it to grow. Kind of like I need this calcium rush in order to make my bones stronger so I stop cracking them so easily. Preventing them from ever reverting to the weak, knobbly knees of last summer when a boy I had a crush on. Had a crush on, crushed me. Like a pulp. Into grains. Like a spoon grinding up soggy cereal swimming at the bottom of a bowl. I wake up in the middle of the night, remembering I didn’t drink 3 glasses today, and run to the refrigerator in my socks and chug it straight from the gallon, barbaric and yearning like a schoolgirl hitching her skirt up too high, and picture the white flowing through my veins. Softening me. Rounding me out. Giving me curves. I get a brain freeze instead and pray I’ll stop crying over spills and that I can sleep with this cold lurching in my stomach.
Maybe one day my hair will stop being so limp in the heat, but I don’t think that kind of thing can be anticipated, so I just have to wait. Girls like me live in the back of an un-air-conditioned convenience store, ratty sweatpants, tight tank tops, and crawl out with week-old receipts bursting from their pockets. Like glued ribcage kind of girls, like elastic hair tie, red marks around the wrist kind of girls. The cashier doesn’t mind when I snag a magazine from the rack and browse through it without paying because no matter how hard I try, I end up looking pre-pubescent anyway. And they let things slide. For a girl like me, at least. I’m saying, lopsided bun, wide eyes, a mouthful of crooked teeth, stars pulling them into their places, I was always too scared to get braces. The cover has some headline about how to enlarge your breasts naturally, which I think might be useful, and another about how to communicate effectively with others without saying hurtful things, which makes me laugh. I flip to the back to check my horoscope and eat that prophetic, adolescent shit catered to the teenage soul up like Eucharist laid under the tongue. Swallow down a spoonful of March’s: “Prepare to face some stress this month, but that’s okay! You’ll be able to get through it and find time to relax.” I want to rip out the page and shove it into my bra, like keeping these soft, meaningless words close to my chest will make them seep into my heart and change me. Stop making me think so much, fill my brain up with Arizona tea and static instead. But I’m cheap, and I shove the magazine back. I think my chest will stay flat forever.
I seek healing. Mending. I’m fingernails deep, sitting in the back of a subway at 3 a.m., pressing crescent moons into the leather seat, trying to dig up salvation. You can’t find that here, you can’t find that in the cracks between the tiles, you can’t find comfort in the ground up cigarette butt stamped into the floor. I’m wishing against this fogged up glass I could say anything, anything that would make sense for once, so someone could help me. Like please, my mind is bending in backwards, like please, I don’t think this underdeveloped chest can take any more of this resentment or it’s going to explode through my ribcage, out of my flesh, like please, I don’t want to hurt anymore. And it’s not my fault that I launch myself around like I’m in some sick little competition, pretending I don’t care, like I’m having the time of my life. Of course I’m not, of course I’m not, I don’t think having your hands shake and your brain go fuzzy whenever you think a little too much is fun, something to be documented for the world to see. I guess I’m different from other people that way, I’d rather people think I’m having a good time than actually have one without anyone knowing. I wish I knew how to sew, so I could stitch up my fibrillating heart, no matter how sloppy and crooked, but the needle jabs my finger as the subway lurches left, and I bleed, I bleed, I bleed.
My mom told me not to walk naked in front of the altar. Disrespectful, she called it, and even though I agree, sometimes I test my divinity and emerge from the bathroom, the steam from the shower wafting off smoke like the incense in its pot. Young god, skin tinted green from fake gold. Young god, empty stomach, fruit scooped out of its rind, leaving me seedless. This hatred has roots, and I don’t know whether I want to dig out my insides with my hands or fill myself up until I’m close to bursting. I let people think the scratches on my knees are from a night of alcohol and a boy tugging my hair. Of course, it’s that and not child worship on a scratchy rug, not begging for forgiveness, not praying for glamour and glory, not hoping for. Of course it’s not hoping for something better.
Looking up with your pleading eyes, you tried to calm Jimin down.
“Jimin, please. Calm down a little bit, you’re going to wake up Jihyun-”
Ignoring your words, he hissed again. “Answer my question, Y/N! Is Jihyun my son?!”
Averting your eyes from him, you looked down at your lap. “Y-Yes.”
You heard how his breath hitched in his throat. Too scared to look at him, you closed your eyes and tried to fight back the tears.
“How could you?”
Flinching at his broken voice, you turned your head towards his crouched body, his head placed in his hands as his hot tears rolled down his face.
“I.. I had to.”
Hearing your answer, Jimin angrily stood up from his crouching position and yanked you up from the sofa, slamming your body against the wall. “You had to?! Are you fucking kidding me?! You took my child away from me, Y/N!”
“I can’t believe it! How could you do this, Y/N!?”
“Please, listen to me-”
“You’re selfish, Y/N! You’re-”
“I could’ve died, Jimin!”
Jimin’s head snapped up at your words. Now it was you’re time to let go of your tears.
“W-What do you mean?”
↳ Flashback: Three years ago..
“Please, Dr. Jung! Save my baby! Please tell me that my baby is okay, I’m begging you..”
Looking away from the ultrasound monitor, he met your eyes with his hesitant ones and smiled. “You’re baby is absolutely fine, Y/N.”
Releasing the breath you were holding in, you covered your face with your hands and started sobbing because of the relief and happiness.
“But there is still a problem..”
When you heard the the doctor’s words, you felt like you were slammed against a wall. Removing your hands from your face, you asked. “W-What?”
Taking a deep breath, your doctor looked seriously into your scared and teary eyes. “Giving birth to your baby could kill you, Y/N..”
Frozen, you looked at your doctor’s face. “I.. W- Wha- Why?”
“There is a 50 percent chance that your heart won’t be able to handle the labour, Y/N.”
In that moment, you felt like your heart stopped beating. You watched how Dr. Jung wrapped his hand around yours, the somewhat comforting smile on his face making you feel even more sad.
“Think positive, Y/N! There is still a 50 percent chance that you both will be fine at the end! You have to be strong! For you and for your baby! And I will do whatever I can to heal your heart, I promise!”
Smiling slightly at him, you squeezed his hand thankfully. “Thank you so much, Dr. Jung..”
Smiling back at you, he stood up and gathered his belongings, ready to leave the hospital room.
Just before he stepped away from side, your grip around his hand tightened and he looked back at you with confused eyes.
“Could you please do me a favor, Dr. Jung?”
↳ End of Flashback
“I had no other choice, Jimin. I told him to tell Taehyung that the baby died..”
Looking up from your hands, you observed Jimin’s frozen face.
“Jimin, I couldn’t do that to you.. If I had told you this, you would’ve been very sad and I didn’t want to do that to you.. It destroyed me, and I didn’t want to destroy you too..”
“I would have been by your side, Y/N.. We could’ve fight trough this together..”
Leaning your head back against the wall, you closed your eyes and whispered in between your sobs. “I know.. I know..”
When you felt Jimin’s soft lips on your forehead, your crying intensified and you your weak knees gave up on you, making you fall on the ground.
Sitting down with you, Jimin wrapped his arms tightly around your body and mumbled in between his own sobs. “Please, don’t run away from me anymore, Y/N. I want to be by your side.. I want to be able to hug you, kiss you and hold you as much as I want. I want to be with my son, I want to make up those three years to him, tell him that I’m his father and live happily as a family.. Please don’t take this away from me again.. I wouldn’t be able to survive this pain for the second time..”
Reaching out for his face, you placed a soft and meaningful kiss on his forehead. Stroking his cheeks gently, you whispered. “I’m sorry, Jimin..”
Confused, Jimin leaned back. “W-What?”
Before you could say anything, you heard the opening sound of your apartment door and the voice that belonged to the person who supported you for the past three years.
“Jagiya, I’m home!”
A/N:Dun dun dun! Ahh, what have I done.. Please don’t hate me guys! It’s just.. I really like cliffhangers.. I hope you like it and let me know what you think about it!~ And thank you so much for all the support and love you’re showing this series! I really appreciate it! <3
The entirety of New York City’s downworlder population know or know of Magnus Bane. The High Warlock of Brooklyn is not a title left behind some trash can in an alley of Queens, it is flaunted at the fanciest parties in Brooklyn and Upper East Side.
And so it really comes as no surprise that when he starts dating a shadowhunter, Alec Lightwood’s name is spread about the same way. It is whispered in vampire dens, gossiped about in the Hunter’s Moon and Pandemonium is always on alert for any shadowhunters in its midst.
He’s the Lightwood’s son… He left his bride-to-be at the altar… He defied the Clave for a warlock… The Wolves almost killed his parabatai…
Seelies listen to the trees, wolves listen to the scattered word on the street, vampires all hear the new fledgling’s complaints (“he’s such an ass” or “sometimes I don’t get what Magnus sees in him” and “he does seem like a knight in shining armour, though”) and warlocks only have to look at Magnus’ affectionate expression whenever Alec’s name pops up in conversation to know he is something special.
↳he was the cliché bad boy. he was the guy you couldn’t stand. he was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. he was a brat. you had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
(From yesterday..but posting this so yall have more of an understanding)
Im sick but here is a body positive post! Wont be able to walk a mile and a half to work and back tomorrow so gunna have to call in sick..walking and standing makes everything worse..i did have a big migraine now its a small one which is a plus but i also have a headache around my eyes and my eyes are burning..my legs hurt, my back hurts, my head hurts, my knees hurt, my hips hurt, my vagina hurts, my boobs hurt, my ass hurts, my everything hurts..my legs are known to give out on me but more so now..legs are very shakey and my whole body is just weak and i have no energy and not much of an appetite at all..wanna know what makes being sick worse? When your vagina is bleeding and your insides feel like they are going to explode.. Why am i being punished for not being pregnant? Why dont guys get punished like this for not getting a girl pregnant? It would only be fair! xD
Requested by @cra-zy-vib-ess14 this one is for you! I had a lot of fun doing this and it came pretty naturally that I even wrote it the same day I got the requested, you lucky duck haha! Anyway I hope you enjoy, and everyone else who reads this! Don’t be afraid to request something yourself but be aware writing takes time and you may not get your request answered asap. Thank you for reading and enjoy ♡
Warning: smut, public, rough
I sat next to Justin pointing out how he had done the math
equation wrong by putting the x in the wrong spot, he groaned and ran his
fingers through his hair, messing it up in frustration.
“Why is this so hard for me?” He mumbled mainly to
himself, I guessed so I reassuringly patted his shoulder and said, “that’s
what I’m here for, to help you get better and make this easier” I offer
him a smile and he nods going back to his work.
I look around the library appreciating the quietness but I
couldn’t help but feel that something was missing, I look at the desk that was
usually occupied by Jeff and Clay and frowned as it was empty.
“Looking for your lover boy?” I heard Justin ask
and without even looking at him I knew he had a smirk across on his lips.
I stop looking at the unoccupied desk and back at my hands
on the table blushing “he isn’t my lover boy” I mumble in
“You wish he was though” Justin replied back with
knowing tone in his voice, I looked at him and he had a small smile of his lips
instead of his usual smirk “He wishes he was too” he added.
I look shocked as the words left his lips “what?”
I asked confused.
“Jeff, he likes you too y/n” Justin explains now
smirking at me, he softly pats my hand leaning in to say something else but
then quickly pulled away, I give him a look of confusion but then notice him
looking behind me.
I slowly turn and see Jeff angrily leaving the library,
“what just happened?” I asked Justin concerned.
He laughs slowly closing his books “I think you better
go after him, your lover boy may be jealous” I blush at the thought of
Jeff getting jealous but listen to Justin leaving him to pack up his stuff and
I walk outside of the library to an empty hallway, I turn a
corner hoping to at least get a glimpse of Jeff but sadly I was just met with
another deserted hallway “Jeff?” I call out wondering if he was even
Looking intensely at the end of the corridor I didn’t notice
a hand creep out of the boys’ locker room, I let out a muffled scream in an
attempt to call out for help afraid one of my worst fears would be coming true as
the person dragged me inside the locker room, but instead I was met with a
familiar pair of blue eyes.
“Jeff” I whisper is relief, I let out an awkward
chuckle “you scared me half to death” I admitted but then noticed the
frustrated look painted on his face.