my eyes were glued to one place

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you write something about soulmates. Like Betty having an abusive boyfriend and all the bruises and cuts show up on Jughead. And there is soulmates in the world so it's not unusual, but Jughead keeps getting injuries from Betty and starts writing on his arm to her and she rights back to him and can you continue this please thank you.

I lovveee these soulmate aus!
****

“Dude what the hell is that?”

Jughead looked up, confused by the sharp and disgruntled tone of his red headed best friend.

“What’s what?” He raised a confused brow, his eyes scanning his surroundings, searching for something off.

Archie reached for him, pulling Jugheads tanned arm up and into the air, shoving his wrist into his face

“This! Dude if your dad is beating on you again, you can tell me. You know you’re always welcome back at my place, my dad…”

Archie’s voice faded away as Jughead stared at the dark purple and blue bruises littering his arm, fingerprints left nasty circle shapes and some were faded and yellow, they’d clearly been there for a long time. How was that possible? There was no way he wouldn’t have noticed them and he couldn’t remember banging into someone , not to mention he was absolutely positive no one had left those marks on his body, it really wasn’t possible, unless..

“They’re not mine” he whispered, more to himself than anything, his eyes still glued to his arm.

“What are you talking about? Of course they’re yours, bruises don’t just show up, I mean it’s not like.. oh…” Archie trailed off finally understanding

It was Jugheads soulmate.

In life when you’re looking for the one you’re meant to be with, pieces of them become pieces of you. It happens suddenly but there’s no way to know when you’ll meet them. It had happened with Archie last year one day the football player came to school, his lips bright red and clearly made up, Jughead had nearly wet himself, he had laughed so hard as the boy desperately wiped at his mouth, smearing lipstick down his arm.

“It’s my soulmate! Clearly she likes wearing stupid ass lipstick”

Two days later he had met Veronica Lodge at the Riverdale mall, pearls on her neck and deep purple lipstick on her lips plus the addition of two thick black smudges under her eyes, eerily similar to the eye chalk Archie wore to football practice everyday.They had been inseparable ever since.

He watched in amazement as another bruise formed right before his eyes, a deep red welt, similar to the belt lashings he used to get when his father was an alcoholic. It didn’t hurt Jughead physically but the ache in his chest at his “soulmate” having to go through this, made him feel positively violent. Picking his bag up and walking out Archie’s front door, he gripped the bruises on his arm, willing them to stop, wishing he could make them stop for her, she didn’t deserve this, no one did. It was dark by the time he got to the trailer park, his mood volatile and nasty, his father was working on some bike in the front yard and he waved at his son. Jughead stormed past the older man and locked himself in his room, ripping the jeans from his body he stood in the mirror observing his body, sure enough he was covered in the painless bruises.

His eyes filled with tears and he was surprised when he couldn’t hold them back, he hadn’t cried since he was eight years old and his mother left. The door to his bedroom opened slowly and his father stepped in, eyes going wide at his sons bruised body before understanding took over, F.P jones sat on the edge of the bed and held his son as he cried helplessly.

“There’s nothing I can do.” He sniffled
“I can’t help her, I don’t even know her but I can feel her dad” he looked at the bruises once again, his fists clenching “I want to kill whoever did this.” He whispered.

F.P nodded
“I know you do, but right now you can only do so much. So do what you do best.” He rose from the bed, walking over to Jughead desk and handing him a pen

“Write”

With that he shot his son a knowing smile and slowly closed the door.

Jughead lifted the pen too his arm and took a deep breath.
***

Betty threw herself on her bed, her body aching from the beating she had just taken. She had tried to break up with Chuck again, she had tried so many times but each time it had ended exactly the same, Betty laying bloody on the floor begging for the angry boys forgiveness.

She rested her face on the soft silk pillowcase and bit her tongue, she had learned not to cry out, never let anyone see the bruises, be quiet Betty Cooper. Be perfect.

She couldn’t do it anymore, she was tired, so damn tired of being perfect. She wanted to go away, to sleep, sleep forever.

She reached into her nightstand and pulled out the tube of concealer, lifting the soft white sweater , fully prepared to cover up the bruises she knew would be visible in cheerleading practice tommorow, what she didn’t expect to see was the messy scrawl scribbled across her bruises

“You’re so much stronger than they are. You’re stronger than all of that white noise. You’re going to be okay, don’t let go. JJ”

Tears pricked her eyes. Her soulmate. She had one. she had gone so long believing she would never have one, destined to be passed around with the other mate less teenagers. She gripped her arm to her chest and let her tears fall freely, he was there and he could feel her, feel her pain. She wasn’t alone anymore.

Grabbing the purple gel pen off of her desk, she began writing back.

***

Jughead stared tirelessly at his arm, he didn’t even know if she was getting his messages, this could all be pointless, suddenly though, his arms were filled with distinctly feminine cursive in sparkly ink.

“Thank you JJ, it’s nice to meet my soulmate . Im sorry it had to be under such horrible circumstances. I’m Betty Cooper”

Betty Cooper? He knew that name, had heard Archie mention it a few times, but from where? He didn’t have time to think about that, ripping up his sleeve even higher he began writing again.

“It’s good to meet you in any way, although I do wish it wasn’t like this as well. Are you okay?”

He smiled when the reply was almost instant

“I’m okay, much better now that I know you’re here.”

They spent all night writing back and forth, Jugheads heart felt lighter that morning at school, and it was a fairly noticeable difference.
Archie of course made a huge deal out of it and Jughead found himself rolling his eyes at lunch when the football player went on about how awesome double dates would be from now on.

“Speaking of going out, i promised Ronnie, I’d meet her at central point park for that concert tonight, shes bringing her friend who’s going through a shitty breakup, i figured you could come along be like a fourth wheel. I promise you can write to your soulmate alllll night if you want.” Archie teased.

Jughead rolled his eyes, reluctantly agreeing.

***

Betty was sore that morning but she couldn’t keep the smile off of her face, her soulmate was amazing, he loved writing and reading and they shared similar tastes in movies and he made her laugh like no one else.

“So you’ll come?” Veronica asked, snapping Betty out of her thoughts and pulling her gaze away from the faded words on her arms

“Hmm? Yeah sure, of course.” She answered,dazed.

“Alright love bird, we’re gonna enjoy ourselves tonight at the concert. Maybe you can find some lyrics to write to lover boy” Veronica smiled lovingly at her best friend, excited to see the blonde looking genuinely happy for the first time in ages.

“Maybe” Betty grinned.

***
That night came by fast and Betty took one last look at the words she had just written JJ

“Gotta go Romeo, talk to you later?”

She smiled when the familiar handwriting appeared

“You got it Juliet.”

Betty and Veronica stepped from the car, Betty’s hand tucked in Veronica’s as they navigated the grassy area

“Ronnie! We don’t have to run, I’m sure we wont miss him, that bright red hair is kind of hard not to spot.” She giggled.

Veronica waved her eyebrows suggestively
“I happen to like redheads.”

Betty laughed
“I know, I was there when you started dating Chery Blossom last year.” Betty rolled her eyes

“I don’t discriminate. Love is love and all that” she grinned.

“Speaking of love.”

Both the girls whipped around at the familiar voice and Veronica instantly ran into her boyfriends arms

“Archiekins!”

Archie laughed squeezing his girlfriend,

“Jughead this is Veronica’s best friend, Betty Cooper meet Jughead Jones.”

Jughead nearly dropped the novel he had gripped in his hands as he looked at the beautiful blonde with the bright green eyes and matching blue bruise on her chin, she was even more beautiful than he could have imagined, the very definition of a masterpiece.

“JJ” she whispered, her eyes scanning his and landing on his arms. She was smiling nervously, her fingers fidgeting as she slowly stood in place.

Jughead couldn’t keep the grin off of his face
“ hey there Juliet” he whispered, pulling his sleeves up as she gently rested her fingers on his inkstained arms.

She let out a breathy giggle and before he knew it she was falling into his arms, his own strong arms coming to wrap around her body, covering her and protecting her, now that he found her he was never letting her go.

She looked into his eyes and let the tears fall from hers

“I’ve been waiting for you Jughead Jones.”

He laughed, dropping a kiss to her lips
“You have no idea Betty Cooper”

Party Games - Stiles Stilinski (Part Two) [Smut]

Author: @writing-obrien 

Character(S): Stiles Stilinski/Reader, Theo Raeken/Malia Tate

Word Count: 4674

Notes: Public fingering, public sex, Oral (both recieving), Bondage, Alcohol Abuse, Body Shots, food play, ice play, Daddy/Baby girl kink, spanking, hair pulling, slight public nudity, biting, marking. Thank you to @stilinski-jpeg for proofreading for me! 


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Hotter Than The Pizza - Smut

Originally posted by jugheadjones

Author: @writing-obrien and @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Dave Hodgman/Reader
Words: 5,504
AN: This fic was going to just be Chloe’s but then I jumped in to help her and it became a collab. You’re welcome. There’s just not enough Hodgman stories in the world.  Contains masturbation (both), Oral (female receiving), ‘Skype Sex’, inspired by Chloe’s truly embarrassing events at a pizza restaurant, except hers didn’t end this well. 




She couldn’t really be counted as the ‘new’ waitress anymore, seeing as she’d worked there for four months now. But in those four months business had spiked. People just adored her service.

Parents admired how well she treated the children.

Kids loved when she brought over crayons and drawings she’d printed herself.

Staff took advantage of the fact that she did many tables at once, leaving them to stand idle and chat while still getting the wages.

Teenage girls relished in the times that she would make chat and give advice on everything from lipstick shades to what has the most or few calories in.

Teenage boys simply came for the skirt that she wore showed just enough to tease without being slutty, her legs on show and her top fitted, pens lined along her top pocket.

Dave, however, had entirely different reasons for being here. He loved how her smile lit up when she was left a good tip on a bill. He loved how her hair fell perfectly around her face when she would let it down after shutting hours, cleaning the tables and singing her heart out to the music blasting. He loved that she worked overtime at the little shop, so that he could casually swing back and say hi.

He loved her.

He also hated that he was so sentimental about it and he couldn’t just think like the rest of the male population thought about her. Which he hated too.

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Dragons

This is going to be a long story. 

Some of you, those who have been following me for a while or seen me at conventions, know that I am *trying* to branch out into designing toys rather than just making them. There are a lot of reasons for this, primarily so that I have time: time to design new things, time to rest, time to do literally anything other than crochet delightful sea creatures - you get the gist. 

It’s not that I don’t love making things, I do. And I’m certainly not going to stop making things; I’m pretty sure I can’t, to be honest. But I have to admit that it would certainly be much easier on me, at least for my wrists, to have sewing machines do most of the work. 

So. The dragons. 

I finally made enough money to get a run of plushies made, and I decided to start with my red dragons as my first line. Dragons were one of my most popular items, but they were a lot of work to make, so I figured they would be perfect as plushies. 

I decided to go with Gann Memorials for my production. Now that I’ve already made my mistakes, I’ve had a lot of people tell me that I should never have partnered with Gann, but since nobody felt the need to tell me anything about them previous to my giving them quite a lot of money, that’s who I went with. I did have one person tell me that they were “skeevy”, but since she wouldn’t go into any detail or even use any other words to describe them, I assumed her issue was personal in nature and dismissed it. I wasn’t planning on spending time with these people, I reasoned, just entering into a business arrangement with them. I don’t care if they’re skeevy. I care if they’re competent. 

Well, now I know. 

We began in July of 2015, a year and a half ago. I made the initial phone call (which was grand, because I have social anxiety and calling people on the phone is one of my least favorite things to do). Chris Gann (hereafter Chris) was a genial guy, very much a salesman - but, since I was looking to buy things from him, that was pretty much what I was looking for. We set up an account for me. Promises were made, verbal assurances; they specialize in quick turnaround for orders, I’d have them in less than three months (assuming that I don’t take forever making alterations, of course), they have very high quality standards, et cetera. 

A few days later he set up a Basecamp account. Basecamp is an app for communication between people working on a project together. I can definitely recommend it; it works out beautifully for that precise thing. The account was started July 27. 

So far, so good. 

On August 11, he sent me the first sample images. They needed some tweaking, but I was starting to get excited. I made my recommendations and he went off to relay them to the production team. 

On August 19, he sent the second sample images. These were very close. I accepted this version:

Cute, right? I think it’s cute. Grumpy, but not off-putting; now that I have a little more experience under my belt, I can see where I would make further changes, but it’s still very cute.  

September 1: Chris tells me that the dragons will be shipped to me in October. 

September 7: Chris informs me that these guys are going to need tags. I hadn’t thought about that, but I whip up an acceptable tag design (it’s not great but it’ll work) and send it off to him two days later. I don’t hear back from him until October 2nd, when I ask for a shipping estimate; Chris assures me that they’ll ship by the end of the month. 

October 21: Chris asks me to approve the tag design that I had sent him. I’m a little confused, but I approve. The day after, I approve of the shipping mark and I start to get myself emotionally prepared to receive a large shipment of toys. 

October 29: I check up again on the time frame. Chris says he’ll ask. 

November 2: Chris says that they’ll be shipped by the end of the week. 

I want to point out here that Chris told me they would be *delivered* by the end of October, not shipped at the beginning of November. I’m a little unhappy with this, but you know, things happen. Whatever. I’ll probably shop around for the next line of plushies due to this delay; he hasn’t lost my business forever at this point, but neither has he pleased me to the point where I would go with his company again as a matter of course. 

November 5: Chris sends me pictures of the final product. There’s not much in the way of variation from what I had already approved, so I assume all is well. He also tells me that I’ll be getting extra product on their dime. I am pleased by the prospect, as that would mollify me about the delay. Unfortunately, it turns out not to be true. 

Novemter 18: I receive the boxes. I do not believe in putting things off, so I opened them immediately and went through my product, counting and sorting carefully. I am widely dismayed by what I find. 

I ordered 350 dragons. It’s a small order, in the way of these things, but it was what I could afford. I did receive exactly 350 dragons, but they were not what I had approved. Every aspect was correct and acceptable *except* the most important part of any mammal, toy or not: the face. In this case, the eyes. Of the whole order, 17 dragons had split seams (not a big deal, I’m handy with a needle and I understand that they underwent significant squishing in order to fit them into as few boxes as possible to make shipping affordable); 46 were correct, as in their eye placement and shape were in a range close to what I had approved of; and a whopping 286 of them had what I have to call drastically incorrect eye placement. Here’s what I mean: 

The eyelids are too low and placed at the wrong angle, making it look sleepy (still sellable, but not what I paid for). The eyelids are, by the way, glued into place. 

These eyes are totally wrong (and, may I remind you, glued into place, so I can’t fix it without cutting the eyes out completely). That’s just… wrong. 

This guy has to be my favorite. One eye is significantly larger than the other one and has been placed about a quarter inch higher; the eyelids are entirely wonky - and still glued into place. 

Dec 3: Chris tells me he is trying to work things out with the factory; I send him the above images for clarification. He says he may just have me keep what I received and he will replace the entire order on his dime. 

I am, at this point, entirely depressed. I feel like a failure. I have a certainty that this issue will not be corrected, and even if it is, it won’t be corrected in anything like a reasonable time scale. I feel that I have wasted a very large sum of money and way too much time and it makes me angry and hugely, vastly, deeply disappointed. 

January 5, 2016: Chris asks me if the appearance of the dragons I received is somehow different from the sample I approved. I wonder to myself if he has working eyeballs, or at least knows someone who does, but I respond in the affirmative and re-send all of the pictures, including the one I approved for reference. All of these pictures are still in the Basecamp account. All I have to do is scroll to look at these exact same pictures, but I send them again anyways. I also ask for honesty, here; if he’s not going to fix this, please at least have the decency to tell me about it so I can move on with my life and not have to expend my energy trying to get something done here. 

January 7: Chris takes umbrage at the notion that he might just possibly not bother to fix these glaring mistakes, as he is nothing if not forthright and good. I point out that the delivery took much, much longer than he had initially told me, and that the extra product that was supposed to be included with the shipment never showed up. 

January 8: Chris says that he  misspoke about me getting extras; there will not be another box forthcoming, he was mistaken about that. He does graciously allow me to keep the gigantic pile of unsellable, wasted material that they sent me, and promises that he’ll have the dragons remade at his expense and the issue with the eyes will definitely be fixed in the next batch. (This also turns out to be untrue.)

January 9: Chris tells me that the next batch will ship out after the Chinese New Year. This makes sense to me; holidays always mess up shipping times, and these are travelling across the planet, after all. I settle down and assume they’ll be here in six to eight weeks. 

April 20: This is more than six to eight weeks, you will notice. Chris tells me to expect a shipment some time late next month. I have given up on ever seeing these damn things. 

September 23: Chris sends new pictures for approval. It has been over a year since the first time I went through this process; I was told that I would have them in under three months. Over a year. I’ve moved to a different state by this point and yes, I was snippy. I pointed out that in the FIVE MONTHS since I last heard from him, my address had changed. 

I liked the new ones. These looked angrier. If I got dragons like these, I would be able to sell them in exchange for money. 

November 16: Chris asks me for my delivery address. Again. I ask if this indicates that they will be shipped soon, but there’s no response. 

January 10, 2017: Gene Gann, another employee of Gann Memorials, informs me that I should expect my shipment by mid-February. 

February 8: Gene asks me for my phone number, which I supply, so the shipper can get into contact with me to set up a delivery time. 

February 15: The shipper calls me. We set up a delivery time. 

February 17, 2017: I receive six boxes full of dragons. They have the same qualities of the first batch, only there are more of them this time. Four - I repeat, four - are correct, in that they match the above picture. A further 189 are in sellable condition, looking sleepy or disappointed rather than angry but otherwise having no defects. 27 have split seams, only three of which I bother fixing since the other 24 have devastatingly bizarre eye placement. 303 dragons go into boxes with glued-on, incorrectly placed, wrongly sized eyes. 

In the end, I’ve received a total of 243 dragons that are in a sellable condition. Only a small portion of those actually resemble what I ordered. 589 dragons can only be sold as misfits. I put some in grab bags, feeling guilty. I see them in trash cans at conventions and can’t really blame anyone. 218 dragons, which should have been sold at a profit to fund the next line, are utterly unusable. I have scrapped them and am using their stuffing to fill other projects. 

I am bitter about the entire thing. I am angry. I am never, ever going to do business with Gann Memorials again, nor will I recommend them to anyone, as I cannot with good conscience do so, because if they had an experience anything similar to mine I would be wracked with the most horrible guilt. 

I *am* going to try again. As tempting as it is to simply give up, to assume that there is something lacking about my character, that there is something about me that makes things like this happen, I won’t do it. I’m saving up for another line of plush toys. I am shopping around for a different company to work with. 

My hands are tired and my blood pressure is high, but I’m still going. 


(I want to put in a disclaimer that I am not assuming anything about the personal morality of Chris or Gene Gann. I do not want them attacked or thought of in any wrong way because of how all of this went down. This was a business deal, and sometimes they go sour. This could have been a series of misunderstandings, mistakes, communication errors, unfortunate events, what have you. I don’t know what’s going on in their lives. These are things that happened, and they will affect who I do business with going forward, but I don’t assume that these are bad people. I don’t think I could encourage anyone to have a business relationship with this company and these people, but if you want to have a beer with them, I’m sure they’re very nice.)

first time

I was lightly head banging along to the song that echoed throughout the studio space. My makeup artist, Nina, let out a sigh of frustration, “Will you keep still” she said before breaking out into a smile. “Sorry,” I smirked, strumming my fingers against my leg instead. “I thought you were bringing your intern along today?” I asked, glancing up at her reflection. She nodded, “I am, but she’s not coming in until a bit later.”

A few minutes went by before I spoke again, “I saw that picture you posted on instagram last night of that face mask you made. Why can’t I ever wear anything like that?” Nina chuckled slightly as she padded powder over my face, “Because you’re supposed to look good, not like some monster.” “I’m going to request a shoot like that, maybe for the next album. It looked really cool,” I said as she replied with a quiet thank you.

I had been at the studio for about an hour, and finally the photo shoot had begun. I was stood against a black backdrop, with two huge lights shining on me. The typical set up of a photographer with a big camera, with a laptop set up on the side. People scurrying around in the background either getting coffee, getting the next look ready or just trying to look busy. “Ok Shawn, let’s lighten the mood a little. What’s your favourite song right now?” the photographer asked, holding the camera loosely in his hand. “It’d have to be Castle On the Hill by Ed Sheeran,” I replied. The photographer glared at the guy who was near the music system, seconds later the song was bouncing off the walls. I had been up for a while, but was yet to actually feel awake. It didn’t matter how many coffees I had, music always seemed to help more.

The shoot’s pace quickened as the camera flashed every other second, as I changed my pose in simple ways. “Brilliant Shawn, these are coming out great” the photographer called out. I nodded and smiled as I stood still and pushed my hand through my hair. As the flash went off, I looked passed the set up and over at the stairs near the entrance. A girl dressed in a denim skirt and striped white top, covered with a tanned seude jacket hurried down the stairs. No one else seemed to pay attention to the fact that you could hear her singing along to the song, swaying her hips slightly as she took each step.

I slowly removed my hand from my hair as my eyes continued to follow her movement. “Perfect Shawn,” I heard the photographer say before the flash took over my view. I blinked a few times, “Ok, let’s start the next look.” I felt my cheeks heat up slightly as I went back to the chair in front of the mirror. “You alright?” Andrew asked. I nodded, “Yeah, those lights are just a little hot.”  

I stared at the mirror and watched as the girl stopped once she met Nina, they spoke briefly before they started approaching me. I quickly sat up and combed through my hair, making sure I looked somewhat decent. “Shawn, this is (Y/N), she’s my intern” Nina smiled, placing her hand on the girls shoulder. “Nice to meet you,” (Y/N) said boldly sticking her hand out. I took it and shook it slowly, “Hey” I fidgeted in my chair as she let go of my hand and grabbed a stool nearby, dragging it so she could sit beside the mirror. “(Y/N’s) just gonna be watching me today, as this is her first time on a set like this. Is that ok?” I looked at (Y/N) who sat pretty much in front of me, her eyes glued to me as if I was part of a science experiment a teacher was demonstrating. “Sure,” I muttered.

My eyes flickered between my hands in my lap and (Y/N). She removed her coat and placed it on her lap as she leaned down into her bag, pulling out a pad and paper. “Oh by the way, I saw that mask you were working on. The one you posted on instagram last night,” she said as she searched through her pad for a blank page. “Oh yeah, what do you think?” Nina replied as she made me lean my head back slightly. “It looked awesome, I’ve done one similar - not as advanced and perfect obviously,” (Y/N) chuckled slightly.

“Shawn was saying earlier that he wanted to do a shoot where he could wear something like that,” Nina said. (Y/N’s) eyes lit up as she smiled at me, “I could totally see you as some sort of Vampire. But a proper one you know, not like something from The Vampire Diaries.” “I like the Vampire Diaries,” I said quickly, not thinking before I spoke. “Oh so do I,” (Y/N) said as she tapped the end of her pen against the paper. “The guys look really hot as vampires, but I can see you with a more gore-like look.”  She awkwardly pretended to brush hair behind her ear when I didn’t reply.

I was back on set again, almost finished with the final look. Check Yes Juliet by We the Kings was playing and I couldn’t help but get distracted by (Y/N). She was cleaning up Nina’s area by the mirror as she danced along to the song. The photographer didn’t mind, wanting shots of me looking away from the camera. She grabbed two brushes and used the ends of them to bang against the edge of the desk, along with the beat. She then did a twirl as she moved round the back of the chair and placed them in the bag. She raised her hands in the air and tipped her head back as it reached the end of the bridge, before starting up again as if oxygen had suddenly been put back in her.

She moved frantically as if she was in her kitchen by herself. No one else seemed to notice but I couldn’t help my eyes feeling drawn towards her. I lowered my head to let out a chuckle and “flash”. We took a few more photos and then it was over. I wandered over to the laptop and looked at the photos with the photographer as he mentioned the ones he really liked. “This one, I really love” he said. It was one of me laughing to myself, looking at the ground. “I don’t know what you were thinking of in that moment, but it worked,” the photographer said. I looked at the photo for a few more seconds, before glancing over at (Y/N) who was writing things down in her notebook.

I was back in the makeup chair with Nina removing all the makeup she had caked onto my face. I looked through my phone, finding her photo again on instagram. I clicked on the likes and found (Y/N’s) name. I scrolled through her feed before following her. Within seconds she hurried over with two coffees in her hand. She placed them in front of me before sitting back on her stool. She spoke to Nina about something as I continued to look through her instragram. I found a photo of her from halloween where she was dressed as a vampire. The caption read: ‘be afraid because I probably will bite #makeupbyme’ . I commented on the photo saying, 'so, can you make me look this good as a vampire?’

I watched secretly as she pulled out her phone and read the notification. I felt a fuzzy feeling in my stomach as I watched the smile appear on her face. I was surprised by my screen lighting up seconds later. I read the reply, ’@shawnmendes that depends… do you bite?’ My head shot up from my screen to find her looking at me. We both broke out in smiles as Nina rambled on about something. Suddenly (Y/N) stood up and left as Nina asked her to do something. Nina grabbed a coffee and was about to take a sip, “Oh, this one must be yours.” She handed it to me before taking the other one, “Why’d you say that?” She took the top half of the cup and turned it in my hand to reveal a mobile number on the other side. “I already have (Y/N’s) number,” she said raising an eyebrow before having some coffee.

mr. neighbour || 01

Genre: Neighbour!Jungkook AU; because why not, right? Hehehe.
Word Count: 1, 176
Notes: This was meant to be a drabble, then it got out of hand. Sorry not sorry ;) Credit to my best friend for the idea!
Series: 2 


The knocking was loud and persistent, but at first you didn’t hear it because you were still off in dreamland. It wasn’t until a particularly loud bang that echoed throughout your whole apartment that you stirred awake from your sleep. You practically fell out of your bed in surprise when there was another one. 

Rubbing your eyes, you grabbed your phone from the nightstand and squinted to reduce the burn of the light. The glowing numbers on your phone read 4:16 AM and you groaned loudly. What the hell? Were one of the neighbours causing trouble at this ungodly hour? Did they not have school or work or something?

“God…” You grumbled and planted your face into your soft pillow. But it snapped back up when you hear the knocking again. You waited one beat, two beats, but it didn’t seem to want to cease and it took you a moment to realize that it was coming from your front door.

Paranoia washed over you like a tidal wave and your heart started thundering in your chest. Was that your roommate? It couldn’t be, she was spending the night at her boyfriend’s.

Then, who the fuck was that?

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Good Girl Ch 24: Trouble

“I’ve never been so annoyed with my parents for being gone in my life,” Jihyo groans into her hands. I nod in agreement, her head is in my lap, she peeks up at me with those pretty eyes of hers. “Joo, please call those hot oppas of yours.”

“No, no, no, I may be drunk but I know well enough that I would get into so much trouble. They said they would release us in the morning, just wait.”

“Everyone else is already gone,” She gestures to the empty cell that was filled with our classmates an hour ago. We stare past the bars to the sea of desks and police officers when my ringtone starts again. It has been ringing for the whole two hours we’ve been here, I’m starting to get annoyed by it. The officer that has been watching us must finally be fed up with it as he charges over with the phone in his hand.

“Turn that stupid noise off,” He hands me my phone threw the bars. I grab it and unlock it to see 57 missed calls and almost 100 texts from Jin and his boys. I silence my phone before handing it back to the officer whose eyes were glued to my hand the whole time. He grabs my hand, flips it over, almost dropping my phone in the process, and stares at the ring Jiyong gave me. “Does this belong to Jiyong Kwon?” The officer questions. I pull my hand away to glare at him.

“It’s mine, Jiyong oppa gave it to me.”

He stares at me for a minute before rushing away to his desk. Jihyo is wobbling by my side to stare at the strange older man, “What a creep.” I nod in agreement, holding my hand to my chest. We watch him pick up his phone and dial some number, panic evident on his face. “Does your oppa have any connection to the police force?”

I feel stupid for not realizing that before. Of course they have some connection, they are all mafia leaders, they must be on someone’s radar. If not that, than the fact that they are incredibly rich might be a factor, Jiyong seems like the type to donate a shit ton of money to keep the police from looking into his business more. At least I think gangsters do that. A few minute past before another younger man comes to the bars, he’s in a suit, most likely a higher up from the way the old officer bows to him.

“Miss. Jooyoung,” The young man looks from Jihyo to me, stopping on me when he sees the ring on my finger. “That is an interesting ring you have there.” His handsome smile does nothing but put me on edge as the alarms in my head ring quietly. “Where did you get it from?”

“I got it from my friend, Kwon Jiyong.”

His eyes widen slightly, “You’re friends with Kwon Jiyong?”

I nod drunkenly.

“How about you come with me to my office?” He looks to the officer to open the cell. I’m hesitant to follow the nice looking man out of the cell alone but if it involves talking about my oppas I don’t want to bring her into it. With a deep breath and a firm hold on my big side I step out and follow the man into his private office on the other side of the station. Once inside he closes the door behind me, he signals me to sit down in one of the chairs in front of his desk while he sits down in his chair. I’m stiff in my seat, my eyes glued to my hands as I try and be as sober as possible when all I want to do is let my little side out, but this is definitely not the place for that. “So Miss. Jooyoung, I tried to call your parents to talk to them about that ring on your finger but they told me they were out of town and were busy at the moment. They told me to call the temporary guardian you have been living with. But when I can’t find anything in your files and your school file is sealed. So could you tell me how you came across that ring?”

“Jiyong Kwon gave it to me.”

“Why?”

“Because we’re friends.”

“I find it hard to believe that you are friends with the Black dragon of Korea,” He cross his arms over his chest and stares me down.

“I want to go back to the cell.”

“We are having a discussion right now. This is a very serious case Miss. Jooyoung. This ‘friend’ of yours is a dangerous man.”

“He is not dangerous,” At least he isn’t to me. “He’s a massive teddy bear.”

He raises a brow at me, “Fine, I would like to see how close of friends you are with him.” He reaches for his phone before dialing some number, I get confused when he puts in on speaker. The phone rings a few times before someone answers.

“Detective Lee, I’m very busy right now, not to mention that it is 3 in the morning. What the hell could you possibly want?” Jiyong basically growls in the phone.

Before the detective can respond I find my little side poking her head out at the sound of his voice, I can’t help but yell, “Oppa!” Detective Lee stares at me dumbstruck for a minute at my sudden change in demeanor.

“Beautiful?” Jiyong is obviously confused.

“I take it you know each other,” Lee shakes his shock off.

“What is she doing there? Is she okay? Joo-ya are you okay?” Jiyong yells.

“Oppa I’m tired. I wanna go home but Jihyo and I got arrested.”

“Arrested? Did they put you in holding? Give me ten minutes at most.” The line goes dead.

“Why do I feel nervous?” Lee says out loud, I’m guessing it wasn’t meant to be when he looks at me weird for responding.

“Oppa tends to do that to people. I’ve been told he can be very scary.”

“Do you know what he does?”

I nod, throwing him off more. “He owns restaurants, clubs, bars, and lots of other things.”

He glares at me, “Do you know what else he does that has the police looking into him?”

I shake my head.

“You seem close, you have to know.”

“Jiyong oppa is too busy to do much else but work. I only see him once a week because of his schedule.”

“He isn’t your guardian?”

I laugh at that, “I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to live with oppa.”

“Who is your guardian?”

“My headmaster.”

He stares at me for a minute, “I’ll be back with something to sober you up, this is going to be a long conversation.” I groan as he leaves the room. Time passes slowly before there is a commotion in the main area, followed by the door behind me busting open. Jiyong is standing there, his chest heaving, I grin at the sight of him before rushing to him, tackling the man to the ground.

“Oppa!” I giggle, planting a kiss to his cheek.

He chuckles, “I’m guessing you aren’t hurt?” He shifts into a sitting position with me on his lap, my arms around his neck.

“I’m so happy to see you!” I beam at him.

“I can tell. Now how in the world did you get arrested?”

Lee comes back in with a cup of coffee in his hand, he stops in the doorway completely confused at the sight in front of him. “Never in my life would I have guessed the black dragon would be laughing on my office floor.”

“Why was she arrested?”

“Her and a friend are the last of a group of kids we brought in that were caught drinking at a party,” Lee explains.

“Why didn’t you call the others?” Jiyong asks me.

“I didn’t want to get in trouble. Jihyo and I are never allowed to hang out because shit like this happens, I didn’t want to give them more reasons I can’t hang out with her.”

He nods in understanding, “Then you should have called me.”

“You were busy.”

“I dropped all of it. I don’t want that to be your reason not to call me, understand?”

I nod, “Thank you for coming. I’m sorry for causing trouble.”

His stern face cracks at my cute drunken apology, “I love trouble, but I would prefer it for you to stay out of it.”

“I don’t know, I’m feeling very naughty right now,” The words are out before I can properly think them over. I have never seen Jiyong so amused.

“This is not what I was expecting, but I’m very happy I came.”

I try to hide my blush, “I’m sorry I don’t know where that came from.”

He chuckles, “I don’t know either but I would love to find out.”

Lee coughs, bring our attention to the man still standing in the door, “I need the number for her guardian.”

“I called them on my way, they should be here soon.”

“Them?” Lee questions.

Jiyong chuckles as he looks up at the man, “You are in for a treat Detective.” As if on command shouting erupts from the entry way again. Jiyong stands us both up, pinching my cheeks he says, “Put on the cute charm of yours or else we are in for it.”

“What the hell is going on?” Lee mutters to himself making both Jiyong and I laugh.

“Detective Lee,” Another dragon growls from the doorway. Kris is there with the others behind him, none of them look too happy.

“Dragon oppa!” I coo drunkenly.

“I’m very upset with you right now,” Kris says sternly.

“Then get out of the way Mr. Grumpy pants,” Luhan pushes the younger out of the way. “Come here baby!” I happily jump into Luhan’s arms. “Oh my god, are you okay?”

“I’m much better now that all my oppas are here!” I giggle gleefully.

“Lets get her home,” Suho kisses the top of my head as I smile up at him.

“I’m not done talking with her,” Lee says bravely, earning a glare from every man in the room.

“She’s a drunk 17 year old she needs to go home and go to bed,” Xiumin snarls. Lee automatically steps back at the sight of the angry man, “If you have any questions they can go threw our lawyer. We are going home, come on guys.”

“Wait!” I place my feet firmly on the ground as the two oldest try to pull me out. “We need to Jihyo.”

“Jihyo?”

I nod pulling my hands away from them to run back into the entry way, “She is still in the cell.” There I find her passed out on the bench, her back to us. I look to my oppas who followed me out; Lee is behind them with the keys to the cell. “Open the door.” I demand. Lee hesitantly comes past the line of still glaring men to open the door for me. I quickly am by her side shaking her awake. “Jihyo, you need to wake up so we can go.”

“She is not coming with us.” Kai deadpans.

I glare at him, something that makes everyone tense, expect for Jiyong who is standing there, amused. “I’m not leaving her.”

“Joo-ya,” Chanyeol starts but stops the second my glare switches to him.

“I’m not leaving her. If you guys don’t want to bring her along I’m going to stay here until they release her in the morning.”

“If you are a packaged deal I’ll happily take you both,” Jiyong offers giving me a sexy smirk.

“Fine, she can come,” Kris huffs storming into the cage to pick the drunk girl up.

“I wanna ride too!” I bounce up and down like the child I am at the moment.

“I’ll carry you,” Kyungsoo offers cutely. He easily scoops me up like Kris did Jihyo.

“Lets go home, I’m tired,” Suho grumbles. We all shuffle out of the station, the van is there along side Jiyong’s favorite car. Kyungsoo is about to put me in the van when I stop him, waving Jiyong over I smile at the older man.

“What can I do for you?” He asks playfully.

“I just want to say thank you Oppa, you are an amazing friend, I’m very confused how you don’t have any.”

“I don’t need any, I have you now. We will talk more on Friday, I’ll be picking you up from school for your birthday surprised.” He gives me a handsome smile before heading to his car. Kyungsoo climbs into the car, with me on his lap and Jihyo in Kris’s we have a very full car as the others climb in. The drive back is quiet, I can tell they are mad but I also think their minds are somewhere else at the moment. When we get home Jihyo and I are carried to my room.

“Get out,” I deadpan as Baekhyun and Chanyeol try to make themselves comfortable in my room.

“But Baby,” Baekhyun whines as he cups my face.

“You guys are not sleeping in here with us.”

“There is plenty of room on the bed.” Chanyeol states.

“I don’t care, I’m sleeping in here with just Jihyo.”

Baek pouts, “She can sleep by herself.”

“So can you.”

“Why don’t you want us sleeping in here?” They continue to whine.

With my little side still here I can’t help but be shyly honest, “I’m the only one who can sleep in the same bed as you guys. I’ve always been a selfish child, I’m not sharing you guys, even with Jihyo.”

They coo at me, sandwiching me between them, “Our baby is so possessive, it’s hot.” Baekhyun kisses me fully on the lips, softly at first but slowly he slips his tongue in to explore my mouth, I push him away.

“Not now,” I say breathlessly, trying my best to hide my smile and ignore the tingling feeling in my lady parts. Both boys huff, “Please leave so I can go to bed.” They give me their best puppy dog eyes, “Tomorrow we can finish.”

“Night baby,” They say together, each kissing a cheek before leaving. When they are gone I collapse on my bed where Jihyo is already passed out, I expect nothing less from her. Without much care I peel off her leather skirt and crop top, leaving her in her fancy matching underwear. Not that I have room to judge since Tao dressed me this morning in a cute blush underwear set. I undress myself before stumbling over to the light and turning it off. Once I’m back in bed Jihyo automatically sticks to me, I’ve forgotten what a cuddle monster she is when she’s drunk.

I happily spoon with her, letting her sleep the same way Tao did last night with her face in my chest and her arms around my waist. Her voice is soft when she says, “Thank you for not leaving me.”

“You were awake?”

She nods, “I figured it would be easier if I didn’t participate in the conversation.”

I can’t help but laugh at that, “For once you used common sense.”

“Those boys seemed nice.” I nod. “And extremely horny,” She teases. “I think it’s cute how possessive you guys are over each other, makes me think of us.”

“We aren’t that possessive over each other.”

“We have both started a physical fight with other girls when they got too friendly.”

I laugh at the memory, but I begin to think of what Jihyo must have been thinking as she listened to my conversations with my daddies. “Who do you like the best?”

“Huh?”

“Out of all of them, who do you like the best?”

She is quiet for a minute, “Jiyong.”

“He wasn’t included in that question.”

“I don’t care, I like him. He reminds you of me, that is good enough.”

“I’m being serious.”

“I can’t give you a fair answer since I haven’t met them all, but in the morning, let me get a good reading on them and I’ll let you know.”

Originally posted by unconditionalloveandunicornspawn

Requested by @mylittlenarnia 

Pairing - Isaac x Reader

Word count -1,060

You had no idea how you were running for, it seemed like hours and you felt like your legs were going to fall off your body at any moment. The only thing that was keeping you going was the encouragement of Isaac who was running alongside you but would forget you didn’t have the speed he did. You didn’t have in you to yell after him this time, and if you had anything to throw at the stupid guy you would’ve.

There was an unknown threat; you’re not even shocked about this now. It would be shocking if there wasn’t something terrorizing the town. You and the pack had the normal pack meeting, you guys had a plan. It was a basic plan, probably not the most strategize one, but it was a plan.

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Put My Heart Back Together Part 3

Summary: Reader isn’t human and when she finally confesses her love to a certain metal armed soldier, her heart breaks (literally) when he doesn’t love her back. Will the reader deal with the dullness she has to endure or will Bucky come to his senses? Soulmate AU?

Warnings: ANGST (or at least as angst I can get), CUSSING SOOOO MUCH.

Author’s Note: I want to thank a friend who helped me with this Chapter! @krimzenrayne 

Originally posted by darkroomsuicide

Y/N couldn’t find it in herself to face Bucky. She heard those three words she has been dying to hear from the soldier since she arrived but after everything, hearing him say it sounds like he’s saying it out of obligation. How can he waltz back in her room after he broke her heart and say, ‘I love you’ like it’s suppose to fix everything? Y/N can’t trust him again, she can’t look into his eyes and not feel pain, she can’t glue her heart back together and be bright again. The old her is buried deep inside her subconscious and didn’t make haste to retrieve it soon, she wanted to wallow. 

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Desire Pt.3 (p.jimin)

Word Count:1285 

Summary:Amber has liked Jimin for sometime now. But unfortunately he is dating her best friend. When things start to unfold before her eyes, her life is changed. But is it for the good or the bad? 

Author’s Notes:Hey everyone! Sorry this is so late! I had midterms. 

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

February 18th, 2016 

I started the car, and Jimin slumped in the front seat. He leaned his head on the window and put his hat over his face. I started driving toward his place, I guess the alcohol finally hit him because all of the sudden I heard him yelling, “Pull over! Amber please pull over!” I pulled over fast as hell and he jumped out and ran to the grass on the side of the freeway. I’m assuming he went to go throw up. 

I got out of the car and grabbed an old t-shirt from the back seat, and began walking to where he was at. He looked at me very embarrassed, he’s been drunk in front of me before so I don’t see why he was so freaked out. I handed him the shirt to wipe his face and a piece of gum to one, get rid of his rank breath and two, help his stomach. 

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Who would’ve thought? - Shawn Mendes Imagine (requested smut)

MASTERLIST


Shawn’s POV

Red solo cups, cigarettes, everything was scattered across the front yard of the two-story house. But what are you supposed to expect at a stereotypical high school party?

The entrance was wide open and you could already see the mass of bodies dancing. I had no idea why I’d come, I love parties don’t get me wrong, just this is a little overwhelming. Spring break only called for endless parties, hooking up and getting drunk. But tonight, that was not what I was looking for.

I walk inside and try finding a space where I could just breathe, but the only place it seemed to be was upstairs. I didn’t really want to go, not wanting to see anything I didn’t want to see, but if I were going to find her, it’s the best place to be. So, I make my way through the sweaty bodies, weaving carefully, until I reached the bottom of the stairs. I quickly walk up, before setting my eyes on the one person I wanted to see tonight.

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Raúl Esparza Appreciation Week--Chilton

You have recently moved in with Fredrick and have moved some of his belongings. 

@mrschiltoncat @yourtropegirl


You could hear the click clack of his cane as he rushed down the hall.

“Yes, love?” You hummed eyes still glued to the screen of your laptop. You refused to look up.

“You!” He spluttered out.

“I really haven’t the faintest idea what could be causing you such distress?” You peered up at him through your eyelashes faking bashfulness.

“You don’t have the faintest idea?” You finally looked him in the eye…If looks could kill…You’d surely be dead.

“No,” you tried to smile softly as his eyes squinted hoping to defuse the situation.

“So I should presume, you were not the one to move my stack of books and perhaps reorganize my suits.” He leaned on his cane placing both hands on the decorative handle.

“No, that must have been Sylvia,” you dismissed, the housekeeper had been in earlier today, it was plausible.

“Sylvia, wouldn’t lay a finger on my books and most certainly never fondle my suits.”

“Hm,” you hummed eyes returning to you screen. “And who do you believe me, so sweet and unassuming or Sylvia?”

“Well, I’m inclined to believe Sylvia, you are most definitely not unassuming, perhaps sweet when given the correct circumstances, but I’ve never known you to be meek, my dear, that’s why I fell in love with you.”

“Freddy?” You purred softly standing up revealing your new outfit. You’d picked up a lacey nightie during the week and the silky robe was open just a touch to reveal your lace covered breasts.  

His eyes went wide and his fingers tightened on the handle of his cane.

“You won’t be distracting me from the–” He gulped as you approached him.

“Fredrick,” you rolled your eyes dramatically clearly this tactic was not helping like you assumed it would. “Yes, I moved your stack of books and suits, I wanted room for my belongings.”  

“Well, that was quite uncalled for.” He tapped his cane on the floor to make a point stepping away from you.

“Oh, Frederick, you’re being overly dramatic.”

“Am I?” He challenged.

“Yes, you are,” you glared.

“I am not.” He protested.

“Darling.” Your hands placed themselves on his shoulders and then clasped behind his neck. “Am I wrong for requesting space for my things? I simply wanted to share. Is that really so much to ask?” You stuck out your bottom lip hoping the puppy face would give you the all clear.

“You didn’t ask.” He took a step back, but he stumbled when you didn’t move with him. “You simply apprehended my personal space.” He huffed.

“Please.” You rolled your eyes. “There was plenty of space!” Your hands lifted to the air.

“That’s irrelevant!” He pointed.

“On the contrary, there was room to make space, so I cleared a space. You’re acting like a child.”

He huffed and turned on his heels click clacking away.

“Frederick.” You followed.

“I am not acting like a child!” He started to speed to your now shared bedroom.

“You’re refusing to share, doesn’t that resemble the likes of a child?” He paused his mouth opening to gripe some more.

“Well, you are acting as if you own this place.” He puffed out his chest.

“Well, perhaps because I live here now!” You snapped.

“Why have decided to shout?”

“Because!”

“That’s not an eloquent answer!”

“Well, I’m upset!” You pouted flopping down on the bed.

You really hadn’t intended to start an argument, you figured he’d sulk for a bit, but get over it.  He was being ridiculously, really, but maybe you should have asked…No, you weren’t in the wrong here.

His eyes followed you, then scanned you up and down, before taking a seat next to you. The two of you sat in silence and you didn’t dare meet Fredrick’s stare.  He didn’t speak and you found that quite nerve wracking.

“Are you having second thoughts, perhaps I should move back into my apartment.” You sighed.

“No!” You jumped. “No,” he spoke softer. “Of course I don’t want you to leave.”

“Well, you could have fooled me.” You crossed your arms.

“Please,” you could hear the desperation in his voice. “Don’t leave,” he took your hand and you finally looked up to meet his eyes, this was the Freddy you knew and loved. “You can have all the closet space you require.” You chuckled lightly as the tears finally spilled, but he wiped them away.  

“Really?” You asked a smile playing on your lips.

“Yes, I was being irrational,” he sighed. “It’s only a closet, why should we argue about a closet.” He looked at you softly.

“Oh! Frederick!” You placed your legs on either side of his hips settling in his lap and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “Thank you!”

“Anything for you, my love.”

Angel of Death

Originally posted by orchid-bud

Originally posted by we-all-have-our--demons

Kurt Wagner x Reader

Angel of Death

Author: Morgan

Prompt: Hello! I was wondering if I could request a story where the reader is basically the angel of death/grim reaper. And when she comes to the school to speak with her old friend Charles, everyone is scared to death of her and avoids her…All except for Kurt, who firmly believes that she’s his black winged guardian angel, that he has fallen deeply in love with. (I know there’s been some angel ones before, but I never quite saw one like this, so I thought I’d ask.) Thank you! I love your work!

Note: Awwwwwww that’s a hella cute request!

Warnings: APOCALYPSE SPOILERSSSSSS!!!

The sky was very cloudy the day you came to the Mansion. A storm was brewing, and thunder could be heard nearby. The front doors swung open without you having to touch them. You walked in, most of your head and face covered in your long, silky black hooded cape.

Your large black wings were mostly hidden, save for the tips of them. In your hand, you carried a tall scythe. It was carved with cryptic runes and designs from long ago, passed down from generation to generation.

Charles Xavier had known your family, a long line of mutants, for ages. But your mutant family tree differed from others. Your family carried the title and responsibility of the Watcher of the Gate. You guarded the line between life and death, making sure only those who were meant to cross, did.

People often mistook you for a soul stealer, or, a grim reaper. Though you looked very much like one, you weren’t. While you did meet the dead, it wasn’t in the way everyone thought. You didn’t take lives, you saved them. And you were here to return one that shouldn’t have been lost.

That, and, you wanted to enroll in high school.

Thunder boomed loudly outside, and lightning crackled across the sky. The other mutants in the school watched you with dazed expressions and wide eyes as you seemed to float across the ground, bare feet barely touching the wooden surface.

You glided down the hall and into Charles’ office.

“Ah, (Y/N), I thought you’d arrive about now. Your mother called ahead. How is she doing, by the way?”

“My mother’s fine.” you answered. “Where’s the place he died?”

“Downstairs. Come with me.” Charles rolled out of his office, and you followed him. There were hushed whispers. Students looked to one another and then to you. You still hadn’t removed your hood, and your face was cast in shadow. Only the tips of your hair stuck out of the inky black cape.

“Who’s the new girl?” Peter asked. Scott shrugged.

“I dunno, but she’s scary. Wouldn’t wanna get on her bad side.” Scott shuddered. But Kurt…Kurt was caught in a daze, his amber eyes glued to you like Peter’s were to Twinkies. You…you were something else.

“Mein engel,” Kurt whispered, his eyes wide.

“She’s no angel,” Warren shook his head. “I should know.”

“Awwww, does Kurt have a crush?” Jubilee teased him, poking his shoulder. The teleporter’s cheeks flushed a dark purple.

“N-no, she’s just…very…interesting…” Kurt stumbled.

“Yeah. Real interesting. I wonder what she’s doing here.” Scott raised an eyebrow when he caught Jean’s expression. She had caught wind of your thoughts. She knew exactly what you had come to do.

***

You knelt down at the end of the metal hallway. Hank and Charles were behind you. You felt for the energy signature. It was faint, but it was still there, even after all of this time. This might be easier than you thought it would be.

“Can you do it?” Hank asked, pushing his glasses up his nose. To be honest, he was excited to see how it worked. He had never seen a mutation quite like this.

“Definitely. He was stronger than most. It helps that he was using his powers when he died. Leaves a stronger mark.” You stated, standing.

“Do you need us to leave, or-?”

“No, you’re fine where you are.” You told them. Charles nodded, watching intently.

You took your scythe in both hands, holding it vertically. Raising it above your head caused the tip of it to glow with swirling, misty purple energy. You spun it a few times as the power built, and when it reached its peak, you slammed the bottom end to the ground. There was a loud crack, like thunder. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you split the breach between life and death.

Then, suddenly, he was standing there, dressed in white. He was confused, dazed, his hair was a mess, and red energy pulsed around him.

Take my hand!” you shouted, holding the scythe in your left hand, and reaching forward with your right. A great gust of wind blew, throwing off your hood. Your hair whipped your face lightly.

Who are you?” he asked.

(Y/N) (L/N). I’m the Watcher of the Gate. You weren’t supposed to die. Take my hand! We don’t have much time!

He reached forward and tightly grabbed your hand. You pulled, feeling a great surge of energy, and then you fell backwards, pulling him with you through the breach. You got up off of the ground, dusting yourself off. He looked up in awe as you hid your face under your hood once again. Mysterious purple eyes seemed to glow in the shadow.

“Charles?” he asked, getting up. “Hank.”

“Oh my God…” Hank murmured. “You actually did it!”

“Hank, go get Scott. I have a feeling he’ll want to see this.” Charles said. Hank nodded before running off.

“You…you saved my life, (Y/N). Thank you.” he said, offering his hand. “I’m Alex. Alex Summers.”

“Nice to meet you.” you gave a small smile. “Professor, are there any enrollment papers I have to fill out or anything?”

“There are a few on my desk, yes.” Charles nodded. “Wait. You’re enrolling?”

You shrugged. “I need a place to stay for a while. A long time. I’ve been flitting from place to place these past few years. People get so scared…I just need a place where none of that matters. Where I can be myself.”

“Well then, welcome to the Mansion.”

***

You sat at the fountain about an hour later, your pen sliding across the paperwork. There was another group of mutants about a hundred feet away. Even from that distance, you could tell they were talking about you.

You sighed. Maybe one day you would be used to even your own kind being terrified of you. Today was not that day.

“Guys! Guys!” Scott ran across the courtyard, dragging Alex behind him. “Alex is alive!”

“What the hell?” Peter looked over the once-deceased mutant. Once they were over by the group, you couldn’t hear them anymore.

“Yeah, apparently the new girl brings back the dead! She’s like the Grim Reaper or something!”

“The Watcher of the Gate,” corrected Alex. “And she only brought me back because I wasn’t supposed to die. That was a one-time deal because Apocalypse interfered.”

“Whatever. I got my brother back!” Scott shouted. Kurt’s eyes were still locked on you. He leaned against his hand and sighed dreamily. Your wings were sticking even farther out of your cape. They were as big, if not even bigger than Warren’s. Your scythe laid on the edge of the fountain. You bounced the pen against your mouth, thinking of the answers to the questions on the fourth page of the form. Who knew filling out an enrollment form for a mutant school would take so long.

“If you like her so much, you should just go ask her out.” Jean said to Kurt softly. He shook his head, eyes widening in fear.

“I-I couldn’t. Have you seen me?”

“Dude,” Alex sat with the other mutants. “I don’t think she’s going to judge you. I’ve met her. She’s pretty nice. And believe me. She has plenty of problems with people judging her.”

“You zhink I should go talk to her?”

“Yes! Go over there!” Jubilee clapped her hands, smiling. Kurt nodded. He closed his eyes and made a cross over his body with a three-fingered blue hand, and then gulped before teleporting to the fountain.

*Bamf*

“Aah!” You yelled in surprise. Papers dropped to the ground, and you held your heart. Kurt felt horrible. “Oh my God, I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting that.” You laughed softly.

“I’m sorry!” he apologized sheepishly. His cheeks were already tinted purple. “I, um, I’ll go-”

“Don’t,” you grabbed his wrist. He swallowed thickly, amber eyes meeting yours. “I’d just…I don’t have very many friends, and I wouldn’t mind some company…”

“Okay,” Kurt nodded. He gathered your papers and handed them to you, catching a glimpse of the words across the top. “You’re enrolling?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. Your fingers drifted up to the edge of your hood, and you pulled it down. Kurt almost melted into a puddle at the sight of your face. “I’m (Y/N).”

“Kurt. Kurt Vagner. But in zhe circus, I vas called zhe Incredible Nightcrawler,” he smiled, showing off his pointed fangs. His tail waved contently behind him, almost as if it had a mind of its own.

“Well, you truly are incredible,” you stated, taking him in. He was astounding. You thought for a second. “Wait. Were you in the Munich Circus? In Germany?” Kurt nodded. “I think I’ve seen you before. They called me there to bring back an acrobat once. She fell and the net broke.”

“I remember,” Kurt nodded, recalling having seen you only a few years earlier. He had only seen you briefly, and only from the back. He had seen your wings.

“You can touch them if you want,” you smirked when you trailed his gaze to your magnificent wings. You reached up to your neck, undid the button that held your cape on, and pulled it off, folding it neatly beside you.

“R-really?” he asked. You nodded, stretching one towards him. You took one of his hands and guided it there. He gently, slowly stroked your soft feathers. They were softer than anything he had ever felt. No fabric could compare to them. It was indescribable. “Zhey’re so soft.”

“Yeah. They kind of are,” you shrugged. “Um, Kurt, could you uh…what does this question mean?” you pointed to the sheet. He gladly explained, helping you fill out the form in its entirety. You had a feeling you were going to like it here.

***

It was a few months later. You were very close to Kurt, Scott, and Alex especially. People were timid to meet you, but as you came out of your shell, slowly shedding your cape and your mysterious need to be alone, they did too. More people approached you, asking you to play games with them or help them with homework.

You were sitting beneath your favorite tree on campus with Jean, Jubilee, and Ororo.

“Wait, he thinks what?” You asked Jean. You were talking about Kurt.

“He legitimately believes that you his black-winged guardian angel.” Jean repeated.

“Awwwwww,” you, Jubilee, and Ororo cooed.

“That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard,” Jubilee smiled, glancing over at the guys on the other side of the campus. They were getting ready for something, you could tell. It looked like Peter was giving Kurt a back massage, and Alex was giving a pep talk. Warren and Scott seemed to be there for moral support. Kurt was dressed in his clothes from the circus, the only dressy clothes he owned with a tail hole in the back, and he was holding a small bouquet of wild flowers.

“Oh my God. They’re giving him a pep talk.” Jean said, tuning into their thoughts. “He’s gonna come over here and ask you out.”

“Oh my God,” you smiled. “He all dressed up. That’s the cutest thing ever.”

“He’s in love with you.” Ororo stated. The others nodded. “Here he comes. Let’s get out of here!” The other girls left, leaving you under the tree alone.

*Bamf*

“Guten tag, mein engel.” Kurt smiled. You stood up to face him. “I vas vondering…I vas vondering if you vould like to…to go out vizh me?”

Instead of replying, you grabbed him by the collar of his circus jacket and pulled him in for a kiss. In shock, he dropped the flowers. His lips were soft and sweet. He was so gentle, kissing you back carefully. Your hands rose to his cheeks, thumbs sliding across his scarred blue skin.

You felt timid hands on your hips and a tail around your waist. You smiled. He was stiff, nervous, shaking, but he was getting used to it. You pulled your lips away from his and pressed a kiss to his cheek before hugging him tightly. His arms gripped you, and you could hear his racing heart.

“Yes, Kurt.” you whispered into his ear. “I would love to go out with you.”

You’re Jealous Of Your Sister

Request: could you do a hayes grier imagine about yn and skylynn hanging out and hayes getting jealous that he isn’t hanging out with yn ?? cause i just like jealous hayes it’s so cute

a/n; Jealous Hayes is indeed very cute

Word Count: 967

Pairing: Hayes Grier X Reader


Y/N’s P.O.V

“Y/N, can we do something?” Skylynn asked, sounding bored out of her mind as she stood in Hayes’ bedroom doorway. I lifted my head off of Hayes’ shoulder and gave him a look, knowing he just wanted to lay around all day. “Sure.” I answered her, making Hayes give me an odd look. I shrugged it off and climbed off his bed, “you coming?” I asked him, he simply shook his head. I didn’t feel like getting him more annoyed then he already seems to be, so I just let it go. 

“What would you like to do little miss Skylynn?” I asked as I followed her down the stairs, Elizabeth was in the kitchen, making something like always. “Mommy, what can we do?” Skylynn asked, I laughed under my breath, I came down stairs to watch her ask her mom what we can do. “Actually, Y/N. I was gonna ask you if you could help Skylynn make ornaments for the tree.” Elizabeth said to me, I smiled. “Of course.” I answered cheerily, I was here when Skylynn and her friend made some in Elizabeth’s YouTube video but they still needed a couple more to really fill in the tree.  

She told me where all the stuff was and started clearing off the small kitchen island for us to work on. 

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“Here, draw a picture on there.” I instructed Skylynn once I cut out a circle on a piece of paper. “Me and my mom used to make these when I was younger.” I told her as I put some Christmas-themed glitter on the rim of a mason jar lid. “You’re gonna glue the picture inside?” Sky asked as she continued drawing on her piece of paper. I nodded with a hum as I started making my own. 

“Oh!” I jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder, making me get some hot glue on my finger tip. “Ow.” I mumbled once it started cooling off and I could just pull it off my finger. “Sorry, babe.” Hayes sighed from behind me, I rolled my eyes but still smiled. “It’s fine.” I told him as he looked over at what Skylynn was doing. She handed me her little circle of paper, watching as I glued it in place. “Are you guys almost done?” Hayes asked, making me lift my eyes from the ornaments we’re making. Elizabeth walked in and smiled when she saw what we were making, “those look so cute!” She said, picking one up and looking at it. 

“Almost Hayes.” I assured him, trying to sound neutral because he still seems a little on edge. “Oh, Hayes. Let the girls have fun, Y/N is here through Christmas.” Elizabeth waved her hand, as if saying it’s not big deal that I’m doing something with Skylynn, which it isn’t. He should be happy we get along so great, and he normally is but apparently not today. 

Hayes sighed and trudged off which made me mentally roll my eyes at his behavior but really I just continued talking with Elizabeth as me and Skylynn kept working. 

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“Hayes.” I sang completely out of tune as I walked into his room, a smile on my face as I assumed he would just laugh at me like he always does. He glanced at me before looking back at his phone screen. “Baby.” I added, sitting next to him, he hummed in response, asking me what I wanted without using words. I held up the ornament I made specifically for him, it might sound stupid, but to me, it’s the little things like this that are better than expensive store bought stuff. 

He finally cracked a smile when he saw the picture of us in the middle of the jar lid, just like me and Skylynn had been making, but he must not have noticed what I was doing with mine. “Why’d you make this?” He asked as he took it from me, only to set it down on his nightstand and look at me. “Because, I love you?” I offered him an explanation and he laughed at my questioning tone. I squealed as he tugged me closer to him, his hands grazing the ticklish spots on my sides. 

“Why were you being such a grump?” I asked him as he leaned against the wall his bed was up against, I was laying my head on his chest as I ended up sitting on his lap since he pulled me so close. “I wasn’t being a grump.” He defended himself, making me laugh. I lifted my head and looked directly at him, “babe.” I started off, “you were totally being a grump.” I told him, my face only managing to stay serious for a moment, he started smiling and I couldn’t keep a straight face any longer. “Don’t laugh at me!” I pouted. 

He leaned in and pecked my pouting lips, “I was jealous.” He said, I furrowed my eyebrows. “Jealous of who?” I asked confusion lacing my tone, the only person I had been with today was Skylynn. “You spent like the whole day with my sister.” He responded in a duh tone, as if I didn’t know what I was doing all day. “You’re jealous of your sister…” I trailed off, making him realize how crazy that sounds. 

“I know, it sounds weird.” He told me with a small smile, “but I want to spend time with you when we’re here together.” He mumbled, squeezing me tightly. I laughed into his neck as my head was forced there by his death grip on me, “Hayes.” I whined trying to move back, “shush.” He mumbled, I gave in and just let him hold me, I mean I can’t complain about my boyfriend wanting to cuddle me like this. 

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Like Her - Part 8 (C.H.)

A/N: I’m sorry that this took so long! These past few weeks (including this upcoming week) I’ve been having finals (or exams) so I haven’t been focused on writing this. Just so you know, I’m supposed to be studying but I have decided to write this instead (be thankful jk - sorta) I hope you like it. There will be one more part after this and it will be the epilogue/final one. Enjoy! Let me know what you all think :)

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I shut my eyes and turned away as the knife came down, but I never felt its piercing impact.
I opened my eyes and saw Harry groaning from where he now laid a few feet away from where he was previously standing in front of me.
Ashton and Michael quickly ran over to him and kept Harry in a strong hold to prevent him from doing anything else that could cause any damage or simply from escaping.
I looked up and saw Calum’s guilt and sad filled eyes staring at me.
He glanced down at where my hand was pressed tightly against the knife wound on my lower torso that I had received from Harry.
“I’m so sorry,” Calum choked back a sob as his thumb stroked the side of my face.
I gave him the best smile I could muster up, despite being in pain and possibly bleeding to my death. “Hey, it’s okay. As long as nothing happened to you or the rest of the gang. I’ll be fine,” I partially lied.
He gave me a look. “Don’t you dare say that you are fine when you aren’t, Y/N. We need to get you to a hospital,” he urgently said.
“Why? She’s as good as dead from the way I stabbed her,” Harry snarled from where Michael and Ashton were keeping him in a tight hold.
Calum stood up abruptly and stalked over to him. “I’d watch what you say. You’re not exactly in the right predicament to say shit like that.”
Harry grinned maliciously. “There’s no way in hell that I’d ever listen to orders from you, Hood. Dead or alive.”
“Suit yourself,” Calum told him before nodding at Ashton and Michael. “You boys take care of him alright?”
The two nodded and Calum turned back to face me - blocking my view of Harry - as I heard the sounds of bones cracking, Harry swearing loudly, followed by a gunshot.
Calum kneeled back down in front of me and placed his own hand on top of mine, adding more pressure to the wound.
I panted at the amount of pain I was feeling. I looked down at myself and saw how much blood I lost. My eyes flickered up to meet Calum’s. “Cal…”
He shook his head and looked at me with a stern gaze. “Don’t. I know what you’re thinking and I know that you’ll be fine. We just need to get you to a hospital.”
“But there’s so much blood. I don’t think I’ll-”
“For fucks sake, Y/N! Don’t say that! You will fucking make it! You will! You have to…” He mumbled the last part brokenly. “I can’t lose you too. Especially here, of all places.”
I reached up to cup his face with the hand that wasn’t pressed to my wound. “Hey. I know you’ll be fine. You’re strong, Calum.”
He gave me a sad smile. “I don’t think I’m strong enough to deal with losing someone else that I really care about a second time.”

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Hooked

Hooked

Genre: getting high, blow job

Member: Yoongi x Reader

Originally posted by baebsaes

Part 1 | Part 2

Plot: Having to clean up the science room sucks but when it is with a cute boy it’s not too bad, especially when weed is involved. 


You were pissed off, you weren’t listening in class, too busy daydreaming, so as punishment you were forced to clean the room connecting the science rooms after school, it was full of glass tubes, flasks, goggles, and various other things, the only thing that kept you from marching yourself into the principals office screaming bloody nora was the fact the boy with mint hair was cleaning it with you.

He was handsome you had to admit, strong features with a sharp jaw, his bright mint hair kept you curious about him, he was smaller than the other guys and quite slender, which you could only see as a bonus, everyone else was quite tall and full of muscle, and it was boring fucking the same type of guy over and over again, you had no idea where the obsession of muscle and protein came from but it seemed like too much work and frankly, extremely boring.

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Lap Dance

submitted by a-love-like-clifford, thank you!

Words: 736

Was listening to Feeling Myself and just kinda thought about the boys and yeah…. You can imagine any boy.

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Taking a deep breath I looked at myself in the mirror. I was all prettied up, in a skimpy outfit because I wanted to do this. I wanted to please him.

“Baby, you don’t have to do this if you don’t feel comfortable.” He said from the other side of the bathroom door.

I bit my lip, smiling at his caring words. “Just go sit on the chair in our bedroom, I’ll be there in a bit.” I heard his small chuckle before his feet creaked down the hall.

You can do this.. You can do this.

With another deep breath and a glance in the mirror I opened the door and tiptoed down the hall. Nearing the entering to the bedroom I closed my eyes as my heart raced.

What if he doesn’t like it? What if I mess up? Curling my fingers around the door frame I slowly pulled myself into the room.

As soon as looked at him, all of my fears washed away. His eyes ran up and down my body, his mouth slightly open and his knuckles turning white from squeezing his knees.

“Wow, Princess-” “Shh.” I smirked, pressing my finger to his lips. His eyes met mine and I leaned down to kiss his nose. “No more talking.” I whispered, turning around to hit play on my phone.

Feeling Myself started to play and I placed my hands on the desk, shaking my butt at him. He took a shaky breath, making himself comfortable. I squatted down as soon as the beat started, shaking my hips as I popped my ass out.

Standing up while keeping my butt out, I moved my hips side to side. I twirled around to look at him and I ran my hands up my sides, over my boobs and into my hair. Biting my lip and pointing my foot out, I rolled my body while my hands roamed all over myself.

Walking a bit closer I turned my back to him and placed my feet together, bending my knees and shaking my ass. My hands moving down towards my hips before going down my thighs half way.

I snuck a peak at him over my shoulder to see his hand slowly palming his crotch as his eyes were glued to my ass.

I turned around and grabbed the back of the chair as one of my legs swung over his lap. With my fingers knotting in his hair I went down, rubbing our crotches together. I ran a hand down his chest, moving my hips back and forth in small circles.

Leaning forward I ran my nose up his neck, leaving tiny kisses.

“Fuuck.” He whispered, closing his eyes. I got up, turning around to place my butt on his lap, to rub my booty on him. I leaned down and pressed my fingertips to the floor, spreading my legs to twerk on him slowly to the beat.

His fingers ghosted over the skin of my thighs. Swinging my top half back up, I pressed my back to his chest and tangled my fingers in his hair again.

He moaned lowly, his hands moving up the inside of my legs. I kept moving my hips, feeling how hard he was underneath his tight jeans.

“Shit… Baby I-” “Hush daddy, I’ll take care of you.”

He moaned louder, throwing his head back as he started panting.

I got up again and turned to him, leaning forward to show off my chest as I pulled him closer by his shoulders. Pressing my lips to his I climbed back on his lap, moving agonizing my slow as I bit his bottom lip. His hands squeezed my hips, moving down so his fingers curled around my ass.

“I-I.. I’m gonna cum.” I whispered into my mouth, making my smirk wider as an evil glint shown in my eyes.

“Oh daddy, do you wanna touch me? Wanna fuck me hard and good?” I whispered into his ear, my hips now still as I grabbed his crotch.

“Aah, shitshitshit.” His forehead was pressed to mine, his eyes squeezed closed as his hips jumped up. “Mm that’s right daddy, cum for me.” I moaned out, making his whole body tense. “Holy fuck cupcake.” He chuckled, panting as his head fell to my shoulder.

“Love you.” I kissed his head.

He chuckled, pulling my hips close to him. “Love you too.”

Noona? Part 2

Originally posted by beatriceindre

Summary: Jungkook comes dangerously close to you and you’re not sure if you like it or not…

Excerpt: Jungkook and I are alone now. The mere thought was enough for my whole body to tense up. It didn’t took him long to concentrate all his attention on me. His right hand crept under the blanket back to it’s “usual“ place.

Warnings: It contains swearing and it will be slightly smutty ;)

Word count: 2052 // Sorry that it is this short :O

Author’s note: Soooo I’m back! This part will be a bit more exciting as I promised it :P If you haven’t checked out the first part please do it here part 1 :)

Please notice that I will write a third part but please be patient because from Saturday I will be at a camp for a week where I’ll barely have time to write…

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Running Low - Shawn Mendes Imagine (requested)

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Shawn’s POV

I sigh as I slump onto the couch of my tour bus, grabbing a water from the coffee table. I hear a buzz coming from my pocket. I take a huge gulp of the water before reaching into my pocket, grabbing my phone. I see the contact. Y/n. I sigh and watch as the screen flashes her beautiful face, before it all goes away. I know I should’ve answered, but I just have a bad feeling that if I do, something bad will happen.

I lean my head against the couch, closing my eyes, trying to un-cloud my brain. I start to think about Y/n, our whole relationship, the whole two years, the best two years of my life. But then I start to think about the tour and my career, how it’s really starting to take off. My mind wonders to the last time I saw her. It was when I finally got home after a six months of tour. I was so excited to see everyone, but in the back of mind I knew something had changed. I entered Y/n’s house, her parents letting me in. I walk up the steps and into her bedroom, watching as she sits on her table, scrolling through Tumblr, oblivious of my presence. I walked up to her tapping her shoulder. She looked up, her tired eyes widening, jumping up on to her feet, pulling me into a hug. As we pulled away my lips landed on hers, a sweet kiss. At that moment I felt it, the way there were no sparks, just a kiss. I didn’t take note of it, but as we pulled away I knew she felt the emptiness. She looked away nervously and began bombarding me with questions about the tour. I had felt happy then, the way she held my hands as we laid down on the bed. How she let me do al the talking but putting her insight occasionally.

I smiled at the fond memory, but began to think about the feeling of desperation I felt wanting to be near her, close and touching. But as soon as I opened the door to her bedroom, I knew what I was doing wasn’t right. I couldn’t give her the time that she needed, that she deserved. I want to give her everything she deserves, but I can’t, not anymore.

I’m still trying to find myself in all this mess, I don’t know who I am anymore. I don’t want Y/n to be held back with such pain and regret, that she’ll hate me for later in life. I don’t want her to be in pain, to break because of this.

She’s already in pain, Shawn.

I lift my phone from my side and bring it with me as I walk out into the empty streets. I walk into an alley way, far from the tour bus, but not close to any civilians.

Taking my phone, I dial the familiar number, tears already forming as I think of what to say. It rings for a couple of minutes, until she picks up. Her voice making me wince. She sounded happy, relieved. I can’t do this.

You have to end her suffering, Shawn.

“Hey, Y/n,” I try hiding the sobs trying to escape, the lump in my throat making it hard to talk.

“Shawn, I’m so glad that you called, I thought you were ignoring me for a second there.”

“Huh, yeah it might’ve looked like that, I was just busy, as always,” a sob racked through my body, I couldn’t do anything to stop it.

“Shawn? Shawn, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Shawn, what’s going on?” Her panicked voice, making it harder for me to do this. I looked at the wall in front of me, the greying bricks painted with old wrecked posters. I tried composing myself, but the tears were never ending.

“I can’t do this anymore Y/n, it’s too hard, I don’t want to hurt you anymore.”

“Do what? Shawn you’re not making any sense.”

“I have to end this, end us. It’s not going to work, we’ll end up hurting each other more.”

“No, Shawn, you can’t do this. I love you, please, you can’t do this.” She’s crying, I can tell. Her voice quietness, and all I could her was her crying, sniffling on the other side of the line. I just want to be there, to hold her. But I can’t, as always.

“Please, just know it takes it from me, to end this darling. I know you’ll find someone who gives you the time I didn’t give to you. I’m running low, I’m sorry but I have to go. I can’t be in your life like that anymore Y/n, I can’t always put you in a position where you stay up late worrying about me, going back and forth from the airport because you want to see me for the second I have. I can’t hurt you like that Y/n, not anymore.”

“Please stop Shawn, don’t do this. We can make it work, our love, it’s strong, Shawn. Just please stop, I’m begging you.” She’s sobbing, possibly pacing. I rub my eyes, my tears already soaking my face. I take a deep breath.

“Your love, it’s beautiful, so pure. And maybe I will never feel, you gave me something so real, but I’m running low, I’m sorry but I have to go. I can’t keep hurting you like this, I’m sorry.”

“Shawn, what about the memories, our whole lives spent together? What about them? Don’t you care about those anymore?”

“I know we share so many memories, spending almost half our lives together, I care Y/n, I care so much. I treasure every moment we had. But I can’t have you, because I’m not enough. Thinking back to every night, when we just laid there for a while. When I looked into your eyes, never thought I’d say goodbye. I hoped I never would, never wanting to say goodbye to the girl I fell in love with.”

Her side of the phone was silent, only her cries could be heard, they were quiet and soft. My heart was breaking, a fist clenching tightly around it. I couldn’t think, breathe even, everything  was hard to do without her.

“Just needed time to, to find my own. But I promise someone, will give you all you want, can give you all you need, and you just gotta see, I never meant to hurt you, no, anything but that. But us, the distance, we can’t fight this anymore. I love you, and I will forever love you, but, sometimes we have to let the things that are best for us go, so they can be free and not tied down. Y/n you’re almost finished high school, you’ll go to university soon, the last thing you need is me pulling you down. I can’t do that to you, I won’t.

“Maybe this isn’t the best for us, but it is the best for now. I’m doing this for you Y/n, I want you to find someone who loves you unconditionally, and will always be there for you, not through a screen, but in person. Someone to hold you through all the tough times, someone to laugh with, someone to love that won’t leave.”

“Shawn, please,” her voice cracking, her breathing uneven. I could hear her sniffling. I knew she thinks this is unfair. But once she realises that this is all for her, that I’m helping her, she’ll thank me. Maybe not now, but the future, she’ll be happier.

“I’m so sorry that I have to do this, to possibly break you. But I have to do this, for you. And yes, I know that you’re hurting now, but someone will come into your life and change you, make you stronger than ever. Someone will come in and you will fall in love, maybe harder than now. They will help you in mending yourself, they will make you a better person.”

“Please, please, no, don’t do this.” She was begging, begging for me not to do this. But I won’t hurt her anymore, not the person I love most.

“I truly do believe that you can’t possibly be happy with me in your life. I’m not doing this because I don’t love you, because I do, I will forever love and care for you. I’m not trying to cause you any pain, I just want your existing pain to stop. I have to do that by leaving, I’m sorry.”

I ended the call. I couldn’t hear her anymore without wanting to take it all back, to say, “I’m sorry, please take me back,” I won’t do that to her. Y/n deserves someone better, and that someone is not me.

You did the right thing Shawn.

Yeah, well then why does it feel like I’ve lost everything?


5 years later

I enter the room, my mother pulling me towards a group of people. They were standing in the middle of the auditorium. I rolled my eyes at my mothers unnecessary panic.

I walked in and greeted people, my friends standing near me. I went and shook hands with people I had never met, but knew me.

Then I heard it. The most beautiful laugh. The one I fell in love with. My neck whipped in the direction, and I saw her. Her gorgeous face, smiling at my mother, her hands holding hers. I smiled fondly, a memory coming into mind of the exact same scene. She looked stunning, her dress suiting her body perfectly, making the colour of her skin seem lively and brighter. Then my smile faded as a young man, not much older that me, came strutting towards her, placing his hand on the small of her back. My mother walked away, greeting others. My eyes were glued on the couple. He kissed her cheek, she blushed, smiling up at him. He turned her around, pulling her to him. She laughed, a true laugh. He kissed her, they were smiling, soaking in every moment.

My heart clenched and I looked away, moving towards the back of the room. I saw the door and began walking faster, until I was out. I held on to the railing, steadying my heart and my breathing. The room inside, seemed to be closing in. Everything around me became dizzy. My grip on the railing becoming loose, I slumped against the wall, balancing myself.

Suddenly the door opened. I turned around to face, my mother. She was staring at me, a worried expression gracing her face as she saw the state I was in.

“Shawn are you okay, babe?” I nodded telling her not to worry, and that I just needed fresh air. She nodded skeptically, but went in when I told her to leave me be.

I sat down on the edge of the stairs, my feet sitting on a step, my hands holding my head as my elbows rested on my knees.

“Shawn?” I didn’t even hear the door open. I didn’t even need to look to see it was her.

She moved over and sat next to me. Her hands resting in her lap. I moved my hands, turning to face her. I smiled weakly at her.

“Hey.”

“Hi, didn’t think I’d see you here tonight,” I pursed my lips into a thin line, nodding.

“Yeah, well you know Karen, always dragging me into things I don’t want to go to.” She laughed nervously, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear, a nervous habit.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come, I probably ruined your night.”

“No, no, actually you made it better. I saw you with that guy, you were happy. I’m glad you’re happy,” she smiled at her hand. There, on her finger, laid a small diamond ring. I looked away, in front of me, trying to hold in the tears.

“You’re married?”

“Engaged, but soon actually, you’re mother has your invite.”

“Oh, I didn’t know, just got back.”

“Touring, I see.”

As always,” I mumbled, looking across from me, not at her, I didn’t want her to see the pain in my eyes.

“You’ve moved on, I’m happy, Y/n, truly.”

“Thank you. I actually should probably go in, um, Damon’s probably waiting for me. I’ll see you later Shawn, have a good night.”

“You too, I’ll catch up with you soon.” She nodded turning to walk back into the venue. I let out the breath I was holding. I called out her name stopping her.

“I love you, Y/n, always have and always will,” I saw the tear fall from her eyes, I smiled weakly at her.

“I love you too Shawn, I never stopped,” those were the last words she spoke, before returning into the venue. The love of my life, walking away to another mans arms.


A/n: You don’t even have to know me to know I cried writing this, whilst also having ‘Running Low’ on repeat…