okay so this are not my words; but i read it the other day and i thought it deserved a lay out like this

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!
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“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”

Purple Jewels (M) | 04

Word Count: 6242
Member: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook
Genre: Smut, Supernatural, Fluff & Angst

Genie!Jimin ⇢ Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Ongoing

When you fall in love with Jungkook and he isn’t there to catch you, a sudden surprise shows up to give you a little bit of help.

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sleepyhead

this was an anonymous request, hope you like it love!

Word Count: 1000+

Rating: PG

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you scrolled through your Instagram. 

“What’s funny?” Joe asked, looking down at you. You were on your back on the couch, your head on his lap, his fingers running through your hair. You passed your phone to him, showing him Caspar’s Instagram post with Maddie. 

“They’re so cute,” you said, reaching up to toy with the strings of Joe’s hoodie. 

“We’re cuter,” Joe smiled at you.

“I know,” was all you said, but Joe knew you well enough to read what you didn’t say. He took your hand, kissing the back of it gently. 

The two of you were a very open couple when it came to each other, but not when it came to the rest of the world. Joe wasn’t really one to share his personal life, and that included you. You understood it, of course. After seeing all the hate on Maddie’s profile, or any girl who could possibly have any connection with any of the boys for that matter, you didn’t have to question why Joe wanted to keep your relationship a secret. 

That didn’t mean it didn’t suck though. From no PDA in the vlogs to no social media posts, it was hard to keep up with sometimes. Joe was Joe, but Joe was also thatcherjoe, and not being a part of that side of his life was almost like missing a big part of him. Sometimes, you just wanted to post a cute picture of your boyfriend. All the thoughts made you feel selfish, so you never brought them up, but Joe saw right through you anyways.

“I wish we didn’t have to hide either,” he murmured to you. “I’d show you off to the whole world if I could.”

“You can you know. I’m sure I’ll develop a tough skin,” you replied.

“You shouldn’t have to.” His voice was sharp, and you tread carefully.

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just in time

@vlhoria asked: can you do an angsty fic that maybe ENDS with fluff but it’s peter x reader (and she knows he’s spider-man) and gets kidnapped and tortured reallllyy bad (almost dies) and peter almost doesn’t make it in time to save her? (i would prefer for it to end with a lil fluff but  you can run with it haha)

warnings: torture and angst 

word count: 2k

author’s note: this sucks but the request didn’t so i am deeply sorry for how rank this is.

Originally posted by winter-hunters


You hadn’t showed up at school today which Peter normally wouldn’t have worried much about, but the fact that he had only told you he was Spider-Man yesterday worried him, a lot. 

And now the sinking feeling of regret and panic settled in Peter’s stomach only growing more with each passing hour, it only seemed as the clock on the school wall moved slower and slower and him fearing for you safety he ditched the rest of the day and ran into the nearest alleyway to change into his suit.

He looked around making sure that no one was near before he pulled his blue sweater over his head and opened his backpack to get the red and blue suit Tony had made him. 

After he had removed his pants only leaving him in his plaid boxers, he quickly pulled the red and blue fabric onto his body along with the mask. He looked around one last time, seeing no one he pressed the spider on the front allowing the suit to wrap it self around his frame.


He first swung by your window landing on the fire escape with one hand in front of him and the other one behind his back. He pushed your window open and crawled into your room, and there was no sign of you there either.

He then pulled his mask off and walked around your house calling your name every once in a while knowing it was still a whole week until your parents got home from the business trip they had left for a couple of days ago.

It was quite obvious that you weren’t there so he picked up his phone and dialed your number for what felt like the hundredth time today. He waited and he waited until he finally heard the “Hi it’s Y/N sorry i can’t come to the phone right now leave a message after the beep!” 

He let out a frustrated sigh at this pulling his backpack off his shoulder so he could place the phone back in it, but before he could do so his phone dinged signaling that he had gotten a message.

His eyebrows furrowed in a questioning manner as he turned the phone around pressing the turn on button on the side. His phone screen lit up showing a notification that read ‘video message from Y/N’ he was quick to swipe right and unlock his phone to see what you had sent him.

He was hoping that it would be a video of you explaining where you were and why you hadn’t come to school today but judging by the thumbnail of it that was not the case.

He took a deep breath before pressing the play button, the video filling his entire phone screen. “Hello Peter” a rough man’s voice was heard as the camera pointed towards you hanging from two ropes that were tightly tied around your wrists, purple and yellow bruising already starting to form where the ropes were bound.

“Y/N here tells me you and Spider-Man are quite the ‘best buds’” the man laughed picking up the camera as to bring it even closer to your face, and when he did so Peter could see the multiple bruises and scars that covered it.

Anger bubbled inside him as he continued watching the video “so if ‘Spider-Man’ isn’t here within the next 24 hours I’ll make sure Y/N here gets what she deserves. Time starts now Pete so don’t waste it” and with that the screen went blank and it was replaced with a timer showing that he had exactly 23 hours 59 minutes and 45 seconds to find and save you.

He cursed to himself running back up to your room where he had left the mask laying on your bed. He was quick to climb out of your window and when his feet had landed on the fire escape he thought of every possible place you could have been held captive but his mind was blank and he was now aimlessly swinging around the city ignoring everything and everyone around him the only thing on his mind being to find you.

He eventually stopped on top of a fairly high building where he sat down on the edge of it groaning at how stupid he had been, before an idea popped into his mind. “Karen, can you track down Y/N Y/L/N’s phone?” he spoke remembering that your phone had the ‘find my phone’ feature “let me see” she spoke, a map appearing in front of Peter’s eyes as Karen tracked your phone down.

“Y/N’s phone is located at an abandoned warehouse not so far away from here, would you like me to lead you to it?” Karen asked, Peter’s ears perked up at this and he quickly answered with a yes the GPS that was installed into the suit leading him to his destination.

He quickly jumped off the building raising his arm up as he shot out a web that connected to another building, Karen’s voice telling him when to turn and where to go.

“Karen how much time do i have left?” Peter’s panicked voice asked as he swung from building to building “you have exactly 19 hours 29 minutes and 10 seconds” She spoke Peter pulling himself forward with much more strength and determination now.


“I don’t think you’re understanding the question little lady, so I’ll ask it again. Who is Spider-Man” the man yelled in your face a punch in your rib following soon after as blood spilled out of your mouth and tears made their way down your face.

“Go to hell” you spat at him, he could torture as long and as much as he wanted to but you would never give him the identity of the person you loved and cared for the most in this world, even if it would be the death off you which now seemed to be what would be happening.

“Wrong answer” he growled walking over to a metal table where he had numerous of weapons and tools laid out. Many of them he had already used on you and every single one felt as painful as the other but you had a feeling this would be the final straw.

He grabbed two items, the first being a knife and the second one a taser. He turned around a smirk playing on his lips as he tapped his finger on the silver material of the knife, painfully slowly making his way toward you.

When he was standing right in front of you he raised his arm up in a way so that you could clearly see the 6 inch blade he was holding a chuckle leaving his lips as he started dragging it down your cheek a blood curdling scream making it’s way passed your lips as he did.

“Do you want me to repeat the question?” he asked. You didn’t answer and kept your brave face on your lips forming a straight line “and again that’s just not the answer I’m looking for” he chuckled—yet again, as he pulled the taser out of his pocket and jabbed it into your side pressing the red button as electricity ran throughout your body and pain like you had never felt before consumed you.

You screamed, you screamed so loud you were sure everyone in the city had heard you. Your sobs filled the room as your legs gave out the only thing holding you up being the two black ropes he had tied you up with.

“Please stop” you begged finally finding the strength to stand back up but a fist connecting with your cheek sent you tumbling back down. Your vision started to blur and you knew in that moment the face of your kidnapper would be the last one you ever saw.

But a cold liquid pouring over you brought you back to consciousness and you gasped, your teeth grinding against one another. “This is no time for sleeping” the man chuckled “this oughta wake you up” he grinned going to tase you again so you closed your eyes and screamed yet again clutching the rope in both your hands as you prepared for the impact—but it never came.

You slowly opened one eye and saw the all to familiar red and blue suit consume your vision, you were glad he was finally here but you couldn’t keep your eyes open much longer and watching Peter fight the guy that had been torturing you tired you as you let your eyelids close and your body give out underneath you.

Peter had saw you slip into unconsciousness and a sudden rage bubbled up inside him a feeling he had never felt so strongly before. “Karen, activate instant kill” and with that his previously white eyes had turned into much smaller red ones as he lunged himself at the guy not caring for any damage he caused, the only thing he wanted being revenge.

“How dare you!” he yelled throwing the guy to another corner of the warehouse quickly picking him up again so he could toss him back down again. He had never felt anger like this before and he couldn’t control it. 

It was pulsing through his veins and he kept on screaming and yelling at the guy soon going in for the final punch that would definitely kill the man but before he could cause any more permanent damage his eyes landed on you.

He immediately dropped the guy and reached his arm up so he could swing toward you. When he landed in front of you he quickly cut the ropes that were bound around your wrists and let your body drop into his arms.

“No, no hey Y/N you’re okay it’s going to be fine” he tried to reassure himself “Karen call 911 and send them to this location now!” and after that Peter ripped his mask off and his gloved finger pressed against your neck a sigh of relieve falling from his lips as he felt your pulse.

“You’re going to be okay” he sobbed bringing your limp figure as close to him as possible. Strangled cries left his mouth as he brushed a lock of your hair out of your face and tucked it back behind your ear.

“I’m so sorry Y/N this is all my fault” he cried even harder feeling the previous anger that had consumed him being replaced with nothing but emptiness “I am so sorry”


You had woken up a few days later in a hospital bed where Peter sat next to you, his quite snores filling the room as his cheek rested in the palm of your hand.

You smiled at this and tried to move your hand so you could run it through his brown locks but as you did an overwhelming feeling of pain consumed you and you groaned squeezing your eyes back shut.

Peter quickly woke up at this and as his eyes met your now opened ones he grabbed your hand tightly in his and he smiled for the first time in days “you’re awake” he croaked out, a few tears slipping from his eyes as he pressed a kiss to your forehead so carefully you barely even felt it.

“Yeah I guess so” you managed to get out, although a burning feeling consumed your throat as you did. Peter seemed to notice this and immediately jumped into action “here drink this” He said as he handed you a plastic cup filled with water. You thanked him as you placed your hand on the cup and slowly brought it up to your lips.

The liquid ran down your throat and the previously burning feeling immediately faded away and you finished the entire cup in less then a minute handing it back over to Peter when you were done, where he placed it onto the table next to him.

“Thank you” you said smiling up at him but he only looked down at his lap and shook his head “why are you thanking me? This is my fault. It’s my fault you’re in here and it’s my fault-it’s my fault that you-you almost died!” he cried out standing up from the white chair he had previously been sitting on.

“No it’s not Pete, you saved my life and i can never thank you enough for that” you said your Y/E/C eyes meeting his brown ones. Peter quickly rushed forward at this and connected his lips with yours.

Your lips moved against one another for a few seconds before you both pulled away and smiled lovingly at one another.

“I love you”

Paris

Prompt: Hey can you write something fluffy with Bucky? His fiancé is starting to have doubts about things between them cause she’s just a normal girl that works in retail? She thinks he deserves better like Natasha or a shield agent. But he reassures her and gets Natasha’s help doing something cute for her?

Word count: 2975

A/N: Fluffy relationship Bucky is my favorite Bucky xx I’m hoping to get more up soon!!

Originally posted by little--batman

You’d met Bucky a year ago in the small cafe you worked in, the same one you’d worked at since you were sixteen and you had no reason not to love your job. You loved talking to the regulars, people whose orders you had memorized and had ready the second they walked in. You loved meeting people from all walks of life; wealthy business owners constantly on the phone debating their next deal, tired mothers who just needed a caffeine fix to get through the day, broke college students looking for a cheap food option between the expensive restaurants that New York city offered. 

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A Friend Like Me.

Request from @the-lazy-leprechaun: Could I maybe request a fic where Bucky has finally cut his hair since he is now part of the Avengers and the reader offers to help him shave his beard if he guides the reader through it step by step? Like really fluffy!!!

Note: This was totally cute to write out. I remembered the request slightly wrong though when I got into this and accidentally had Bucky asking the reader to do it for him rather than the reader offering buuuuuut I think it makes it extra fluffy so I hope you don’t mind :)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 2,135

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3

Originally posted by seabasschino

A chorus of cat whistles filled the room unexpectedly and dragged you out of the book you were reading for a few brief seconds, not enough to want to turn around and find out the reason behind it but enough so that you lost your place on that page and groaned to yourself. Even after years of working with The Avengers you were still the complete opposite of the majority of them – whereas they liked to socialise with one another during their downtime you were more than happy to just pick up a book and lose yourself in a whole other world.

You glanced over the page again and found the last line you had read and was about to start again when you felt someone jump over the back of the sofa you had nestled yourself onto and land heavily beside you. The cold feeling of metal brushing up against the bare flesh of your arm told you who it was before you had even looked up from your page.

“So come on then [y/n] what do you think?”

“Hmm?”

It was the only response you offered him as your eyes scanned the words before you. Pride and Prejudice is an absolute classic, one you had fallen in love with back in your college days, and no one was going to interrupt your reading of it….not if they wanted to have a peaceful life.

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The Fear You Won’t Fall

Bucky x Reader

WC 1400

Fluff. So freaking fluffy. Like, brush your teeth after.

Warnings swearing

AN This is written for @becaamm ‘s song challenge. Based on the song “The Fear You Won’t Fall” by the incomparable Joshua Radin. If you haven’t heard this song (or any of his stuff) I strongly urge you to do so. His music is just…so emotional. It makes my heart full.

I hope you all enjoy this!

You can still remember the day you met James “Bucky” Barnes. You were new to the Avengers and as Tony showed you around the tower, as you turned a corner, you literally bumped into Bucky. As soon as you locked eyes it was as if time stopped. You could feel the blood rushing through your ears and heaven help you! you were going to faint.

Strong arms held you up and kept you from falling and although your first impression left much to be desired, somehow you and Bucky ended up becoming fast friends.

Maybe it was because you didn’t treat him like glass and gave just as much as shit as he gave you or because your shared love of super sweet coffee drinks but it didn’t matter. You and Bucky were as thick as thieves.

You never told him about why you reacted the way you did upon first seeing him. You chalked it up to low-blood sugar and he never pushed the matter.

The two of you spent so much time together that eventually, Tony had your room moved to Bucky’s floor this way you would never have to be far from one another.

Any time someone asked about your relationship you both scoffed and replied by explaining how you were best friends, nothing more but you couldn’t help how your heart broke a little more each time this was said.

It was months after the room move when finally Natasha and Wanda confronted you about your feelings, cornering you in the shared kitchen.

“Look, Y/N, we know the truth,” Wanda started.

“I can’t believe you read my mind!” you scolded her.

Natasha held up her hands, stopping you, “You know Wanda would never do that. No, you big idiot, it’s obvious. C’mon, you think we don’t know you?”

You sank down into a chair, putting your head in your hands, “And yet you think he’d catch on…”

“Then tell him.”

You laughed, “Really guys? You think that’s gonna go over well? You know how he gets.”

“Look at it like this, the guys have an upcoming mission that’s going to take them away for quite some time. Tell him before. That way, he has the mission to deal with things.”

You started at your friends, shocked. “That might jeopardize the mission!”

“It’ll be fine,” Wanda reassured you in her soft voice. “Just do this for you.”

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Guardian Angel

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

Request:  Hey could i request a warren x reader? where he doesn’t die and instead comes back with them to the school and ends up falling in love with the reader but she don’t know only their friends & its just cute cause he kinda hates everyone lmao

Pairing: Warren Worthington x reader

Summary:  Reader has the power to create force fields and to teleport. During the fight with Apocalypse the reader saves Warren’s life. Ever since then the winged bad boy follows you around like a bodyguard, protecting you from even the smallest inconveniences. Along the way Warren starts to fall for you and everyone knows… except you.

Words Count: 1,684

Genre:  fluffy

Notes: YASS WARREN MY BB FLUFF BURB. But for real, I’m a big warren girl. This is set during Apocalypse


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Spring Breeze (Afterdeath) ~Vampire!Geno~

AYYY SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKERS-

Alright, first of all, I’m sorry I took freakin’ forever X’D And I know what all ya’ll are thinking: “TRASHY- WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG??”

Tbh have no excuse pfft 

But seriously, thank you guys so much for putting up with my bullshit and waiting for me :’) I hope this long-ass fanfic is enough to make it up to ya’ll, and if it isn’t, I’m sorry for being a failure-

Ever since school ended, I’ve been staying up till 3 AM writing because I wanted to get this done, but it took longer than I thought it would because originally, it wasn’t even supposed to be as long as it is right now. This is by far, my longest fanfic and it probably sucks.

Anywho, enough of my rambling. I’ll most likely die after posting this here and on Wattpad, but you guys deserve to read whatever I have created :^)

Also, please excuse if you spot any mistakes. It’s hard to spot every one of them, especially with one this long. Plus, I’m so tried X’D

Have fun-


Word Count: 17,299


Click HERE to go to my Fanfic Archive. There, you can easily find any of my past works :) 

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Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets/The Most Sacred Oath

I’m guessing you can’t hear me squeal over your own squeals, but I’ll just keep at it a little longer, okay? Okay. 

Man, this episode read like very good fanfiction, and while I’m disappointed Dean never found out Cas used to be a woman (although, they did have a conversation about that, so Steve gets points anyway), everything else was plain amazing. I’m actually tempted to do a recap that’s just shouting words into the void, because, seriously, that would be enough, but - okay, let me watch that thing again and then I’ll write a proper meta.


Okay.

(Deep breath.)

So, let’s get one thing out of the way: we already know why this story works so damn well, but it’s worth saying it one more time, because this is what the whole episode was about.

A human and an angel: not meant to be.

Ishim said humans are dangerous to angels, and I agree with him: if angels want to understand humans, to truly become friends with them, to live among them - well - look at what’s that done to Cas. Caring about humans is, apparently, different than caring about another angel; it forces you to give up something deep inside yourself. You become - weaker, unhappy. Doubt-ridden. Trapped between two worlds, and fit for neither. And as for humans - if they truly wish to get closer to angels - to speak their language, to know enough about their magic and weapons to be able help them when they’re in trouble or hurt - that literally costs them their souls.

It’s a tragedy. It’s doomed.

But, of course, it’s not completely hopeless. What would be the point of writing a love story if you know from the start nothing can never happen at all? No - love can conquer all, and this episode dangled it in front of us - the angel who chose humanity, who tried to defend the person he loved from his own brothers, and the human who was fascinated with angels and knew enough about them to make it work.

(They had a daughter, sort of, and let’s cry about that for the rest of eternity, because can you see it? Dean loves kids, and -)

Anyway. We’ve known for a while that angels - I mean, the price Cas paid for his loyalty to the Winchesters (his love for Dean) - that’s harrowing. But this idea that humans need to sacrifice their soul to become closer to angels - thanks for that, Steve. I’m fine.

And surely, at this point, there is no other way this could end? Because what Sam and Cas share - yeah, that’s what friendship looks like, but Dean and Cas - right. And so Cas went and said it (“You mean too much to me.”) and Dean just holed up in his room for the rest of the week? He never said a word to Cas? And, Jesus, Cas thinks Dean’s angry? At him? I’m glad this, at least, was spelled out clearly, because apparently some people still don’t get it and read Dean’s emotions at face value and no, Dean was not angry - he was worried out of his damn mind, and he’s got reason to be, because Cas still doesn’t fucking get it: “I don’t regret what I did, even if it costs me my life”.

The idiot - the useless, fucking idiot.

(“Smelly. Dirty. Twice the worry about getting ganked.”)

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Move on – Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: Hello! :) I’m a sucker for angst so I was wondering if you can do one based on the song Lips of An Angel? Like maybe the reader and Jeff broke up then months later they decided to get back into dating someone through dollar valentines? They’re dating someone new but both is secretly still in love with the other without them knowing? And both regrets or smth. Fluff or angst ending you decide hehehe –K

Summary: The italicized letters mean that the scene described is a flashback..

I heard this song while I was writing.

Words: 3572

Reader’s point of view.

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The music was too loud, possibly heard in the next few blocks. The party was at its point and i was dancing in the middle of the room, shaking my hair and a red glass at the top of beer in my hand. I wasn’t worried that i would shed a considerable amount of liquid in every movement, but who cared? Everyone here was drunk enough to need my drink. Tomorrow I would regret this, especially for the hangover but I would take care of that in due time.

I stopped for a few seconds to drink the little content I had, I didn’t used to go to parties, but when I did, I knew perfectly how to have fun. I usually came with my boyfriend, but lately he’s committed to his qualifications after receiving an ultimatum from his trainer, who had missed this one. I could have been a good girlfriend and stay home an assistant, but the reality was, i wasn’t better than he at school, and this party was important so that we both lost it. For the moment, I received no threats to drive me out of the cheerleading squad, so I don’t worry about staying home and studying, not on a Friday night. No doubt, I was already drunk. Jeff wasn’t going to love this.

“You move very well, girl”

I turned with a big smile on my way to the voice behind my back. A boy, who was supposed to know because his face was too familiar, perhaps sharing a class or two, it didn’t matter, it wasn’t the time to think about the institute, or tasks or anything else.

After seeing that boy at the party, there is no record of anything else, until a few hours after Jessica was in charge of giving me a good reprimand, regret that she hadn’t had a portal like a saint during the celebration, although At least she did it with her boyfriend. That boy, he wasn’t my boyfriend. My boyfriend had stayed at home among books, while I was making one of my worst mistakes in my life, and there was no day until today that I regretted every action that night.

I balanced my phone in the dark of my room. There is no record of having brought me a house where I wasn’t very well received, now carried a good punishment, and not for attending the party, but for the painful state in which I came. At least I’m not drunk anymore. But i repent and be destroyed. I look with tears in my eyes at the screen of my cell, the name of Jeff is there and just press the icon to call to end this. How could it have happened? How could I have made him the best boy he has ever known? Why did I even attend that party … without him? I cover my face with my hands and sob. There were many people who realized what happened. On Monday someone would tell Jeff, and i knew he had to know for me. He was going to send me to the devil, perhaps in such a kind way that it will make me feel worse. At no time in our long relationship has he manifested with me in a bad way, I have never had the voice, no matter how angry I was for the madness that I sometimes made, it was more than madness and even then I knew him well enough. Who will not even dare to tell me the word “bitch” to think about it, is another matter that I would never know.

I bit my lip hard. It was three o'clock in the morning, possibly I would be asleep. Later we were going to the movies and then to dinner, but I couldn’t look him in the eyes, I couldn’t go out with him, not after what I did. I always knew Jeff was the good of the two … and I didn’t deserve him. He didn’t deserve someone like me.

Finally I pressed the call button and while I waited for him to answer, I worked on reassurance.

“Y/N? Is everything okay? "His voice sounded sleepy but alert. Who would call in the wee hours of the night unless it was an emergency?

I closed my eyes, letting more tears drain away.

"No,” I whispered.

“Where are you? Did something happen to you?” I heard the squeak of his bed. Possibly sat or got up. I imagined him taking his jacket. He was able to drive to my house right now. A pang pierced my chest and I felt worse.

“I’m home,” I murmured.

“Then why are you calling me at this hour?” Another squeak. He sat down again.

“I …” I covered my mouth at the threat of another sob “I … I have to tell you something, Jeff”

It took a few seconds to respond.

“You’re worrying me, I can go to your house right now, just leave the window open”

I smiled through tears. It wouldn’t be the first time he would sneak into my room, possibly his most rebellious act, but only when my sadness and worry wouldn’t let me sleep, he would come in, we would lay on my bed and caress my arm while telling me some anecdote . He wouldn’t leave until I fell asleep, when I woke up I found a note, either on paper or on my phone. My smile was blurred again.

“Stay there, Jeff.” I couldn’t see him. “I did something very bad.” And I burst into tears. I couldn’t tell him, I couldn’t even want to break his heart, but neither did he deserve to stay with me, nor could I pretend that nothing had happened. I didn’t want to lose him, but that decision no longer belonged to me. He waited in silence “I can’t tell you what, but … I can let you go”

“What are you talking about?”

“Jeff …” I closed my eyes to say the following words: “I’m breaking up with you. You and I … we’re done”

“Y/N”

And I hung up, not giving time to his questions or his talks trying to blame himself for my decision so hurried. But it wasn’t his, it was mine. I couldn’t break his heart, not with the truth, but with the call, i knew that i had already done so. I dropped my phone and ran to my window to close it securely and run the curtains enough not to see a shadow. I would give him at least fifteen minutes for him to play in this one, i only had fifteen minutes to fall asleep or torment me with the nonstop touches Jeff would make.

A slap on my shoulder startled me back to the present. Liberty High at the time of changing classes and crowded aisles. I had been five minutes in front of one of the posters that announced the Dollar’s Valentine while remembering that soon it would be the dance, the first one that would go without a partner … Without my boyfriend. It had been two months since I ended my relationship with Jeff Atkins because of my actions and not being able to control myself with the drink. A few days later, he had learned the truth, what i had done, and finally he understood why my call at three in the morning. At present hardly and looked at me. We practically passed the other without talking to each other, not smiling at us and not looking at us, at least he didn’t, I would usually stop in the middle of the aisle and turn to see him leave, with the slight hope that he would return to do the same, But he never did and that hurt me a little more, just as guilt was growing.

I looked at Jessica who smiled at me and looked at the poster that had brought me a bad memory.

“Will you come in?” She asked.

“To our own campaign? Would that be fair? "I said in a muffled tone. The truth is that I didn’t want to find a list with future ideal couples. It’s to the benefit of our squad, but I was afraid to see five names and that none outside of Jeff, though that would not change at all.

"It would serve to set the example.” Jess smiled again. She knew my situation perfectly and didn’t waste a day trying to cheer me up.

“Will you come in?”

She snorted and rolled her eyes.

“You know I don’t need it”

Of course, she had a perfect relationship with her boyfriend Justin Foley.

“We’d better go,” I murmured, and without waiting for her, I began to walk. It remained in her if she followed me or took a different course.

After that awful slide that caused me the loss of someone important in my life, one of the best things that could happen to me, I decided to commit myself to raise my grades in high school. At home, they thought, having finished with my boyfriend had raised my notes, which was why Jeff had been classified as a distraction. Usually after school I went to the classroom to finish my homework or catch up with notes from a classmate; I was also motivated by the fact that I could observe Jeff in the distance, even working with Clay Jensen.

I left my things on a table far enough away from that pair and went to one of the shelves, I needed to get a history book that was worth it to do a rehearsal. I stopped to examine the titles in front of me, but in fact, I didn’t read them because I had a perfect panorama of the profile of my now ex-boyfriend. I couldn’t help it. Having done so because of my mistakes didn’t mean I didn’t love him anymore. Instead, every day, every second of my life, my love for him grew; When I saw his smile, when I saw him playing, or when I peered at him from my desk and I saw his reactions relieved when they gave him a task and the qualification was high. That’s my boy, committed and mending his mistakes instead of running away and hiding. He was the opposite of me. Besides, i wouldn’t find someone like him and wasn’t interested in doing that search. I only wanted him, even though now it was impossible.

I had it all with Jeff Atkins and my foolishness made me lose it. I should never have gone to that damn party. I should have driven in the opposite direction, direct to his house and help him in his work.

I felt my eyes fill with tears as I returned to the present. I took a book without bothering to read the title or not, the truth is that I had lost interest in doing homework on this site, I would take care of it at home. I looked at Jeff one last time to find that he held a paper in his hands. I narrowed my eyes at the decorations of the same one, the same ones that I had suggested when we were preparing the Dollar’s Valentine. Was he entering the game? I felt my heart break and however much I wanted to claim him, I had no right. He had moved on, just what I wanted, maybe find a girl much better than me. At least I thought, but my body took on a life of its own, went to the table, took her backpack and folder and left the classroom directly to the reception. I would buy my Dollar’s Valentine too.

I lost five dollars for five names. Jeff Atkins and I had few things in common, but at least enough to have him on my list and I show up in his. I filled out the form as fast as I could but being honest and deposited the money in front of my partner who smiled. Yes, I supported our campaign, but those had been my last five dollars to survive on the week. When I was handed the sheet, I doubted those results, four names I knew, one not really, but what puzzled me was that nowhere was the name of Jeff. This was really wrong, what kind of deception are we promoting?

“Sheri?”

She looked up at me with a smile. She was hoping to tell her the names that had been my list.

“From cheerleader to cheerleader. Did Jeff Atkins come by or did you give him his list?”

She laughed and shook her head. Yes, it seemed the typical ex who didn’t exceed the boy, and it was true, but if his name didn’t appear and I was honest in my answers, I even knew what he would answer, then it was possible that I imagined it with that sheet. No, my imagination had not been, I was sure.

“Jeff?” She mocked “No, not at all, and I doubt he does. You should know that, Y/N”

“I know. I just … I don’t know … "I looked at my sheet. Five dollars in the trash, I would run out of food to try something.

"Then you did it for him?”

I folded my sheet in half, it would look bad if I wrinkled it in front of her. This was our idea, which bad example would be giving, everyone would take it as it was a simple crap.

“I’ll see you at the dance”

I left the office and school as a soul that leads to the devil.

Dave held out his hand to me as he kindly opened the door to his car. I managed not to step on the dress with my favorite color that I had decided to wear at the Valentine’s Ball. I still questioned why i had agreed to come and especially with a date, product of the absurd list of Dollar’s Valentine that in the end had decided to take the floor, After all, if the boy was in the five chosen, then we had to have something in common, although the way here was absolutely silent, or it was my lack of motivation to try to move forward. I looked at the sidetracked boy as we walked to the entrance of the auditorium, he wasn’t even half of handsome that Jeff, in fact, what I thought, is that he didn’t get to the heels of my boy … my not boy.

I tried to put on my best smile as we walked through the doors. My arm recharged in Dave’s, how much falsehood in one scene. I had also turned out on the guy’s list, incredibly first, instead, on mine, turned out to be the third. I didn’t want to take the first one because it was one of my friends, it would only make it more uncomfortable. So I took the stranger, whom I probably decide to ignore after tonight.

“Do you want something to drink?” His voice caught my attention and I watched him blink. I hoped he hadn’t found me looking all over the place for that smile that fascinated me.

“Sure.” I replied with a smile.

Dave left and I sighed in relief, why didn’t I just decide to come myself? Why didn’t I just throw the list in the trash and get on with my life without five dollars less in my wallet? What’s more, why did I even come to a party full of lovers? For him? What if he didn’t come? What if he came with someone else? It made a knot in my stomach, as if I had not eaten all day and I moved from the place, forgetting for a few seconds, that my partner would look for me at any moment, but I had had enough of Dave, I hadn’t even attracted a bit.

I moved near the door, hiding behind balloons, I hadn’t seen him in the gym, so he may not have arrived. I remained there for at least ten minutes, until he appeared, with a girl hanging from his arm; A smiling blonde, as if she had waited for that opportunity all her life. And I recognized her, oh, of course I knew her; She is in my algebra class and I was also aware of the taste she had for who was my boyfriend, that was the main reason why she hated me or why she snorted and rolled her eyes every time I entered the classroom, Yes I’m still breathing, fool. And I felt doubly hurt. Jeff knew I couldn’t stand her either, the product of my jealousy, and had brought her to the dance, wanted to prove something? Did he imagine that I would introduce myself and see him? The blood began to boil, I left my hiding place and I avoided that my eyes were filled with tears. Now it was more my anger, of all the girls of Liberty High, had to be precisely she with whom he come.

“I’ve been looking all over for you, Y/N” Soon I had Dave by my side.

“I’m finished with this. Find someone who has come alone.” I didn’t even look at him when I left following that couple.

To have seen him with another, one that I didn’t approve of course, and that went against my good wishes for him to move on, made me understand, that i had been a complete idiot in having lost him and that i wanted to stay with him. I would somehow amend what I did, and that he would forgive me.

When I got to where they were, with my best smile I took him by the arm, he turned and his eyes widened, or he pretended quite well or really didn’t expect to see me here.

“Can we talk for a second?” I tried to hide the anger. The blonde took his other arm.

“Now he’s with me, pretty”

“You quiet you look prettier. Maybe you’ll catch something else.” I looked at her with superiority and she rolled her eyes “Jeff?”

He sighed.

“All right. I’ll be right back.“ He said to the blonde, oh, of course he wasn’t coming back.

I smiled at the girl, who, after making sure Jeff didn’t see her, showed me the middle finger.

"What?” He told me once that we were far enough away to speak without screaming.

“I don’t know … I just” I looked in the direction of where we had gone “Really, Jeff? Her?”

“Do you worry about me dating someone else? Isn’t it what you wanted, Y/N? I don’t understand you. She is a good girl”

I swallowed the mocking laugh I was about to take out.

“It’s what I want,” I said. “Or I wanted … I’m not sure anymore. I just … I realized that …” I squeezed my lips “I never asked you to forgive me for what I did” He looked away “I know I did you a lot of damage and I did to me too, but I guess I deserved it. I’m not going to tell you that it was just a kiss, because I know how important that is for you … for both”

Jeff finally looked at me.

“Why after two months, you come to the dance and you apologize to me?”

“Because I couldn’t remain at peace with myself, the guilt still follows me” I crossed my arms “I just needed to ask your forgiveness to understand that I must let you go. You can go with her now”

It hurt too much. My first intention to pull him away from that blonde was to retrieve it, but now, being alone, I remembered that ours was finally over, that there was a possibility that he would never forgive me and that I should go ahead, just what I too should be doing.

I watched as Jeff hesitated, looked back, wondering whether to go back or to go somewhere else, then he saw me again and smiled half-heartedly.

“Do you know how hard it‘s for me to date someone else?”

“I know, I also came with someone” I looked away “With whom perhaps I should apologize for having planted it right here” We both laughed and looked at each other until the laughter died “I don’t think I could be with someone else again” I bit my lip, maybe saying what was in my head would hurt me more, wasn’t it enough punishment? “Because you’re unique, Jeff Atkins, and I love you more and more”

He nodded. I understood in his gaze that he was debating what to say or do. In what was wrong or good. Forgive me? Was he considering it? In what category did he put it? Nerves were eating me, but I wasn’t ready to say goodbye forever.

“To hell with the past, Y/N. I love you, and maybe I’m making a mistake but I’ll find out in time”

“I’m never going to hurt you again, Jeff. Never again”

His hands settled on my cheeks. I let the tears emerge from my eyes as he bent to join his lips with mine. This promise was never going to break, and if it were, I would even take care of ceasing to exist in this world.

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One Chance [S.B.]

Character: Sirius Black
Word Count: 1582
Requested?: Yes/No
Summary: Sirius Black wants to be with Y/n L/n, but can he prove that he’s more than just his one night stands?
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

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“You know love, you look rather ravishing this early morning,” Sirius said with a smirk as he sat beside you in the Great Hall. “Go away Black,” you sighed, turning away from the black haired boy.

“Don’t be like that baby girl! I’m just telling you the truth! Don’t you want someone telling you that you look beautiful?” Sirius faked hurt.

“I do want someone to tell me I look beautiful. I don’t want you,” you told him as you pushed your food away from you.

The smirk on his face is unmistakable, “Oh, you don’t want me? I think you’re lying.”

“Why would you think I’m lying?”

“Because I’m irresistible,” Sirius said smugly.

“You’re so up yourself. Just leave me alone,” you said as you stood up. As you began to walk off, you heard Sirius say, “Just you wait, baby girl. You’ll realise how much you want me.”

“That’s likely,” you muttered as you walked out.

***

“Hey L/n!”

You rolled your eyes and groaned, tucking your textbooks under your arm, “What do you want now Black?”

“Same as before. I want you,” he said, reaching over to push a lock of your hair out of your face. You pulled away from him and narrowed your eyes, “Look, Black. I’ve told you before, and I’ll tell you again. I’m not interested in you. I’m not interested in being your toy of the day, or the week if I’m ‘lucky’. I don’t want to sleep with you! Why can’t you accept that?!”

“Hey now,” Sirius faked shock and hurt, “I don’t just want to sleep with you. I want a relationship with you.”

You scoffed, “Oh yeah? I’ll believe that when Lily Evans agrees to date James bloody Potter. And, considering how things are going with them, that’s never. Why don’t you just go back to Marlene McKinnon or something? Weren’t you fucking her last week? You’re all she can talk about anyways.”

Your voice sounded bitter though you didn’t mean it to.

“I don’t want to be with McKinnon! I want to be with you. Yes, I’ve slept with her. I’ve slept with a lot of people, and I know you know it. There’s no point denying it. But don’t judge me based on what I’ve done,” Sirius said.

“Considering that I’ve literally watched nearly every girl in our entire year, the year below and the year above crying over how you played them, I’m gonna have to go with the likelihood that if I were to go out with you, I’d be the next girl crying in the toilet cubicles,” you moved your textbooks under the other arm.

Sirius was silent, and you rolled your eyes again, “Look, if you have nothing else to say then we’re done here. Just accept the fact that I don’t want you. I never have, and I never will.”

You turned around and began to walk off, though before you got too far away, you could have sworn you heard him say, “I’ll win you over, just you wait L/n.”

***

“Come on Evans, just say yes to him! It’s just one date. I know he’s a dork, but you know he means well,” Sirius pleaded with the redhead.

“You just want Y/n to go out with you,” Lily accused, frowning at the taller boy. “Well, yes. But Prongs deserves a date too. Why can’t you do it? For me?” Sirius pouted, but Lily just raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not saying yes to James just so you can break Y/n’s heart. Go find a new hobby,” she said, “But if you really want to be with her that badly, why don’t you just prove it to her? Stop sleeping around, and flirting with other girls. Make her realise you’re serious - excuse the pun - about her. Now, I’ve got to go, hun. I’m late for class. But good luck!”

Sirius cursed to himself, leaning against a wall. All he wanted was a chance with you, but you wouldn’t give him it. He could see why, but he hated it nonetheless.

He watched as you walked past him on your way to class, admiring how beautiful you looked. You may have been wearing the same robes as everyone else in the school, but to him, you somehow made them look… better.

Maybe Lily was right. He’d have to prove to you that he wanted to be with you.

“Hey Sirius, want to skip class and…” Marlene smirked suggestively, appearing at his side as she stroked up Sirius’ bicep slowly.

Sirius closed his eyes and pushed her away, “Not now, McKinnon.” As he walked away, his eyes still trained on your retreating form, Marlene frowned.

Sirius never said no to being with a girl.

***

“He’s acting strange, I’m telling you,” Marlene said as she reapplied her lipstick, “I keep offering myself to him and he keeps denying me! He never used to do that! I don’t know what’s gotten into him.” Lily acted like she had no idea why Sirius had been acted the way he was, but secretly smiled to herself. He was listening to her advice for the first time ever.

“Maybe he just doesn’t want to sleep around anymore,” Lily said, making Marlene sigh. “I never thought the day would come.”

***

You sat beside the Black Lake, enjoying the summer breeze as you sat reading a book you took from the library earlier.

It was a perfect afternoon, and you were enjoying the peace and quiet until your reading was disrupted by a voice.

“Y/n, babe,” James said as he sat down beside you. You looked up at the messy haired boy, raising an eyebrow, “What’s up Potter?”

“Nothing! Can’t a guy sit with one of his best friends on a nice afternoon and not want anything?” James said in fake shock.

“You’re right, they can. But not when the guy in question’s best friend has been almost stalking me for weeks now,” you said as you marked the page of your book and closed it.

“I wouldn’t call it stalking as such,” James said with a smile. “What would you call it then?” He paused for a moment, “Okay, no, you’re right. He has been stalking you a little. But only because he’s crazy about you. You’re the only thing he’s been taking about for weeks now.”

You almost blushed at the new information, your heart starting to beat faster, though you’d never admit that aloud. “What’s he been saying?”

“Just how much he loves you. And that he wants to be with you. And some other sickeningly lovey stuff that I’d only repeat if it were to my Lily. The point is, he’s head over heels for you babe,” James said as he leant back to lay across the grass.

You didn’t say anything, trying to hide the small smile that was making its way across your face.

“Why doesn’t he just say that to me?” You asked, laying down next to James. He shrugged, “He’s not good at feelings.”

“Do me a favour and convince him to tell me his feelings? I want to hear it from him,” you said as you reached over to grab your book again.

“Will do, babe.”

***

“Come on, Padfoot! She told me herself, she wants you to tell her how you feel! Women love words! So tell her for Merlin’s sake!” James said to Sirius as they walked out of the Great Hall.

“I wouldn’t know where to begin. How am I supposed to put into words how much I love her, and how much I hate it when she’s not around?” Sirius asked in despair.

“Actually, I think you just did,” James said with a grin as he saw you rounding the corner at that particular moment. He slapped Sirius on the back as he began to walk away.

“Did you hear that?” Sirius asked you, wincing a little. “Maybe,” you said, tucking your hair behind your ear, “But just in case I heard it wrong, maybe you should say it again. But this time to my face.”

“I erm… I… I don’t… I mean… Damn it! Why is this so hard to say?! Why can’t I just tell you how bad I want you?! And not like a ‘I want you in my bed’ want you, but like… Merlin, Y/n, I just want to be with you! I want to be able to kiss you whenever I want, I want to be able to hold you, touch you, make other guys know that you’re mine! Because whether you know it or not, you are mine! And I’m going to keep on asking you out, because I’m not going to give up on you, on us! You belong with me, in my arms!” He grabbed your hips and pulled your body against his as he slowly walked you backwards. You felt the wall behind you, and all you could focus on was the love and lust clouding Sirius’ eyes.

“Please Y/n. Just give me a chance!” He pleaded quietly.

“You know, that’s the first real thing you’ve said to me,” you said with a small smile, “Without all the flirting and all the other charm crap.”

Sirius grinned, “So you’ll give me chance?”

He looked at you hopefully, and you pretended to think for a minute, before smiling back, “One chance. If you blow it, it’s not my fault.”

“One chance is all I need, baby girl.”

More than friends ♡ Grayson (smut)

Request: ‘’Can you make a smut imagine where the reader and Gray are friends with benefits and they slowly start to fall in love with each other?😄 Ily💕 ‘‘

Word count: 2.334

‘Just friends. Friends with benefits.’ That was the deal to which you had agreed to. That was the thing that Grayson said to you after the night you guys had kissed for the first time. Well, he may had gone a little farther than just kissing, but no very serious things were included.

And from the moment that he said that to you, you knew you were in love with him. And as the months passed by – when you guys started having sex and such - you realized that you couldn’t avoid those feelings. But you knew that Grayson wasn’t into you like that. You just knew. You weren’t his type of girl.

Even when he moaned your name and told you that no one could made him feel like the way you did, you knew that it didn’t really mean anything. He just said that so he could get laid the next time you came by. You also knew that he fooled around with other girls as well.

But alright, let’s pretend that he did like you. Grayson would never admit that since it could ruin your… Yeah, let’s call it friendship. And neither would you, so what exactly was the problem?

The problem was that you wanted Grayson to call you his, that you cuddled in bed, that he made pancakes for you, that he showed you off to his friends… Just the romantic shit. The ‘’goals’’ everyone was always talking about. But unfortunately that wasn’t the case.

In these last few weeks you came to the conclusion that you just couldn’t do it anymore. Sex with Grayson was great, no doubt about that, but it almost physically hurt that he just did it for the sex and nothing more. You thought that he only wanted to have sex for the pleasure and it happened to be that you were the girl he did it with so he could get what he wanted.

But you were done now. Enough was enough, you decided. It only made you sad that he didn’t want you the way you wanted him. So the last few days, when Grayson called you, you rejected him.

And it was hard – it really was – but you had to stop the pain that you let him give you. Because it hurt; it hurts when someone doesn’t care about you like you do about them.

As you were lying in bed, reading, you hear your phone ringing on the left side of you. You pick it up to see you had an incoming call. From Grayson. Should you take it or just ignore it? Like always your feelings won and you swipe to answer it. ‘Hello?’

‘Y/N… I need you. Like, right now,’ Grayson demands, almost begging. ‘Gray, you’re just being horny. Jerk yourself off,’ you respond with an annoying voice. Of course Grayson noticed that. He chuckles. ‘Wow, okay princess. If that’s what you want…’ You sigh. ‘Sorry, I just… can’t. And I’m thinking about ending this… this thing that we have.’

‘What? Why?’ Grayson asks, his voice louder now. You’re surprised. You didn’t think that he would react so… shocked. ‘I don’t really want to talk about it. I have my reasons.’ That wasn’t a lie, but it also didn’t explain anything.

‘Okay… But - can you just visit me? For one last time? I have a surprise,’ he asks in a sweet tone. ‘A surprise?’ you chuckle in disbelieve. ‘Yes!’ Grayson responded very excited. ‘So you’re not just saying that so I come over?’ ‘No Y/N!’ And when you say nothing, he adds: ‘I promise. Please.’ That was it. You couldn’t say no to that voice – or to a surprise, right? ‘Okay, then. I’m on my way.’

Of course you had mixed feelings about this. On the one hand you felt guilty on giving in, but on the other hand you were really curious about this surprise-thing. You let yourself in to his apartment. You hear nothing except soothing, calming music that was coming from upstairs. ‘Grayson?’ you say uncertain. No response. You hang up your coat and decide to walk up the stairs.

What was going on? Since it was really dark in the apartment you just notice the rose petals that were put on the steps of the stairs. What was this? You hope it wasn’t some kind of joke, because you could literally burst out into tears if he was planning on doing something romantic… without an actual meaning.

You follow the rose petals. With a nervous feeling you make your way over to his closed bedroom. You softly push the door open and there it was… your surprise. ‘What the…’ you start, but the last word got stuck in your throat.

The floor of the room was covered in rose petals, a cute little radio was playing music in the corner and the only light came from several candles that were put on different places in the room. But the one thing that really drew your attention was a shirtless Grayson that was lying on his bed, his big arms resting under his head. On his pretty face he had a sexy, seductive smile.

You open your mouth to try to say something, but Grayson holds up a hand, gesturing you to be quiet. ‘You don’t have to say anything. Come here…’ When you don’t move he gets up from the bed and walks up to you, his arms spread. He slowly grabs your jaw and places a chaste kiss on your lips, but you pull back immediately.

‘This is not what I came here for, Gray. What is this?’ you ask, raising your hands in confusion while looking around. Grayson’s cheeks suddenly turn very red and he looks down, avoiding eye contact. ‘Well?’ you fold your arms against your chest. Grayson sighs and looks at you. A deep and intense look, which causes you to get those familiar butterflies.

‘I have something to tell you, Y/N. For a long time I didn’t know if I should because there could be consequences, but you deserve to know what I feel for you. I like you… No,’ he corrects himself, ‘I am in love with you.’

It is a quiet for a moment. What could you possibly say to this?! ‘Please… say something. Anything,’ Grayson begs, biting his lip. ‘You’re joking right?’ you ask unconvinced. 

‘No, I’m not! I thought it was so obvious that I liked you, but you clearly have no idea,’ Grayson says. ‘What about all those other girls?’ you ask. He raises his eyebrows. ‘What other girls? Oooh, wait. Y/N, I was just messing with you. Believe me.’ You narrow your eyes. ‘Really?’ Grayson sighs and puts a step closer to you, putting his hands on your hips.

‘I promise. I choose you. And I’ll choose you over and over again. Without a pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I’ll always keep choosing you. And I mean that, from the bottom of my heart,’ Grayson says so genuinely that you just had to believe him.

You lay a hand onto his muscular chest, feeling his heart beating really fast. It takes a minute before you had collected all your thoughts and look into his beautiful dark eyes. ‘Grayson… I love you too. I have for a very long time, actually.’

He smiles and puts his warm hand onto yours. You sigh, feeling relieved. ‘I’m so glad you told me this. I thought that everything we had… That it meant nothing to you.’ ‘Well, it did. Trust me, it meant a lot.’ Grayson said, his voice full of adoration. ‘So… what do we do now?’ you ask seductively, bringing your body closer to his.

Grayson presses his body against yours, his hands stroking your upper back. ‘Oh, I know exactly what I want to do right now.’ ‘And that is?’ you whisper with a goofy smile, looking up to his face. ‘Make you feel good,’ he responds smirking and puts his soft lips onto yours.

You giggle when he puts his strong hands under your butt and lifts you up, carefully walking back to the bed. He sits down on the bed with you sitting on his lap and pulls back so he could remove your shirt.

‘And this has to go, too…’ he whispers amused while he unclasps your bra. You feel very vulnerable when he stares at your boobs, two body parts you were a little insecure about since they were really big.

He leans in and kisses the top of them, which was when you started getting really turned on. He goes further down and licks your nipples, which caused you to let out an embarrassing loud moan. He chuckles and starts circling around them with his tongue.

You moan softly in pleasure and stroke your hands through his hair. Just when you feel yourself getting wetter, Grayson pulls back. He lifts you up without any effort and gently places you to the side. ‘Go lay on your back, baby,’ he whispers with his hands on your thighs.

His deep voice was filled with lust. You lay down in a comfortable position while Grayson looks at you with so much admiration that it felt like your heart was going to pop out. 

He hovers over you and starts kissing your arms, slowly going down to your belly, tracing the skin with his fingers. With a loving smile he studies your body like he has never seen it before. Then he trails down to your thighs and you sense his husky breath against your skin. With his warm hands he gently spreads your legs. He looks up with a goofy smile and you can’t help but chuckle loudly.

‘What are you smiling at?’ you ask. ‘I don’t know. It almost feels like this is the first time I touch you. It’s heavenly,’ he adds, cheeks getting red. You bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling like a fool. He pulls down your panties and throws them next to the bed. Suddenly you get a bit nervous; Was he going to do what you thought he was going to do?

It would be your first time. Grayson licks his lips and starts kissing and lightly sucking your inner thighs, leisurely going to your crotch. He tilts his head when his lips are an inch away from the place where you wanted him the most right now.

‘Is this okay?’ he asks sweetly. You nod and your heart flutters at the way he was treating you; so gently and carefully. He always did, but this time it felt even more special. Grayson places his hands on your tummy to get more comfortable. Then he leans forward and puts a pure kiss onto your crotch. And another one. ‘Gray… Don’t tease me like that,’ you whine. Grayson chuckles. ‘I’m sorry. I have never done this before.’ ‘It’s okay. You’re doing fine,’ you reassure him.

It always surprised you that a boy who was so beautiful and kind like him could be this insecure. His hot breath on your heat made you even more desperate. You needed him. Finally Grayson moved his tongue in between your folds, starting slowly.

He licks you up and down and then sticks his tongue inside of you, using both of his lips as well. You gasp when he enters you and Grayson takes this as a hint to start sucking. You let out a deep sigh from the pleasure he gave you and you start to grind your hips.

Grayson starts sucking with a great amount of pressure on your very sensitive clit. He looks at you while you close your eyes and quietly moans his name, throwing your head back in the pillows. Just like you he was enjoying every second of this. He absolutely loved the power he had over you and seeing you struggle to keep your legs apart.

Within a few minutes you got that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach as Grayson moved his tongue deeper, curling it as it grazed over your g-spot. Your breaths were getting shorter with every second that passed by. Heavenly shivers went down your spine when he stroked his fingers up and down your thighs.

You were a moaning mess by this time and you knew you were getting close. You dig your nails into his scalp instinctively to warn him but he just sucks faster and faster, growling quietly against your core.

‘Grayson…’ you cry out, arching your back. Your head was spinning. As your walls clenched around his mouth, him having no mercy, your muscles tense when you receive the most powerful orgasm you ever had. It was magical.

You let out a deep sigh as you come undone and grab Grayson’s hand that was laying on your stomach now. He strokes your hand with his thumb to stop it from shaking while slowing down his movements.

After your orgasm had ebbed away Grayson strokes two fingers against your crotch. He looks at you intensely while he licks your juices from his fingers. A pleasant shiver goes along your back. You had never experienced something this intimate and erotic. You loved it, though. With blushed cheeks you let go of his hand. ‘That was amazing,’ you thank him. Your legs still felt like jelly.

He smiles and hovers above you, gently pressing his body onto yours. ‘You’re amazing,’ he simply says. You cup his face with your hands and place a long, passionate kiss on his plump lips. ‘Will you be my girlfriend?’ Grayson whispers after he pulls back. He looked very serious, like there would be any chance you would say no to this amazing human.

‘Of course I will. I love you,’ you answer happily. Grayson smiles. ‘I can’t even explain how much I love you right now,’ he whispers and looks into your eyes. You giggle and pull him closer so you could kiss him again.


damage || park jimin (ii)

Park Jimin x reader

Summary: Jimin thinks that breaking up with you was for the best. You set out to prove him wrong.

Genre: angst/fluff

Words: 2650

part one 

(this is the final part)

Originally posted by mvssmedia


Jimin had gone to stay with Taehyung in his apartment. I didn’t really believe it was happening until he didn’t come home, and I got a text from Tae saying he was there. I lay on the bed, tears leaking out of my eyes and soaking the sheets as reality set in. He wouldn’t answer any texts or calls, and when I had replied to Taehyung he had simply told me not to come.

But the deep sadness he had left me with soon twisted into anger and desperation that had me outside Taehyung’s door anyway, my cheeks still sticky and my throat sore from crying.  I would not allow him to do this. It wasn’t his choice to make. Determined to speak to Jimin, I tried to enter as soon as the door opened, but Taehyung stopped me.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. He- he doesn’t want to see you.” His eyes were sympathetic and guilty as he took in my appearance, but he held firm through all my persuasion. He wouldn’t let me in.

I knew he was only doing what Jimin had told him to, and so I eventually nodded and left, my damp eyes cast to the floor as I walked.

The next time I came I burst into tears in front of Taehyung, desperation to see and feel Jimin again overwhelming me. I missed him more than I thought I could miss anyone. I took Tae’s hand, begging him to let me talk to Jimin, or even see him, my breath coming out in ragged gasps.

Taehyung shushed me gently, bringing me into him and rubbing my back until my cries had diminished to almost nothing, pressing his cheek to the top of my head. I could feel the guilt radiating off him as he apologised into my hair, his voice quiet and forlorn.

“No, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I whispered, sniffling and stepping away from him once I had composed myself, “I just- I have to see him. I have to get him to change his mind.” I said brokenly. I had never felt a desperation like this. He nodded sympathetically, but his eyes were still guilty, so I knew what his answer would be.

“He won’t let me… You know I would, I wish I could.” He whispered, and I nodded. I wasn’t going to give up. I sniffed and thanked him, promising to return.

As soon as Tae opened the door on the third day I knew something had changed. He wouldn’t meet my eyes, and was fiddling with his fingers and constantly glancing back into the apartment. I peered behind him before meeting his eyes worriedly.

“Tae,” I asked quickly, “what is it?” My thoughts immediately fell towards Jimin, concern rising in me.

“Y/N…” Tae started, his voice full of a pity that I couldn’t stand. I frowned.

“What?” I demanded nervously.

“Jimin told me and I thought you should know… he’s going to make the breakup public today.” He told me quietly, his eyes watching my face carefully for a reaction. I took a sharp intake of breath, hurt filling me instantly. I let my arms fall to my sides and my gaze drop to the floor, my chest caving in with the realisation that Jimin’s decision was final. A sense of helplessness choked up my throat.

“Y/N?” Tae’s tentative voice brought me back as I looked up to see his concerned expression.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay.” I spoke quietly, my voice shaking. “Thanks for telling me, Tae.”

I left the apartment and walked home in silence, my mind reeling at the thought of Jimin telling the entire world that he didn’t want to be with me anymore. I didn’t let the tears fall until I reached my bed, and then only few leaking out and onto my neck as I lay, unmoving. 

My heart weighed heavy in my stomach as it sunk in that Jimin had actually ended our relationship. My body felt crushed by heartbreak, my limbs heavy and my energy drained.

An overwhelming sense of defeat overtook me, and I tried to push it away, my mind running through other ways to fix this. But I came up empty, eventually sitting up and getting ready for work, my throat closed and my teeth clenched. I didn’t know what else I could do to get him to come back to me, and the thought that kept darting to the front of my mind was that maybe there was nothing else.

Later in the day, I noticed my phone suddenly blowing up with notifications, and I closed my eyes, knowing he had done it. Everyone knew that we had broken up. They knew he had given up on me. And although I knew it would only do me harm, I didn’t last long before I picked up my phone to read the mentions lighting it up continuously. I had to know what they were saying about me. I couldn’t drag my gaze from the words as I scrolled through messages and articles and photos.

It was so much worse than anything I had ever been sent before.

I took a choking breath in, my eyes stinging at the harsh insults and raw anger from fans. I continued to scroll, my fingers moving of their own accord, taking in everything they had to say about me, how I didn’t deserve Jimin anyway and how stupid I was to let him go. I only stopped when I felt a tear fall from my eye and onto my cheek, the moisture snapping me out of my own thoughts.

I hurriedly wiped the tear away, my head spinning as I suddenly realised this could give me a chance. This could prove to Jimin that I wasn’t better off without him, or at least give me an excuse to talk to him so I could get across what I needed to say. The hate would still continue, whether we kept dating or not, and there was nothing either of us could do.

This realisation had me stumbling up onto my feet, and hurriedly pulling on my shoes as I tried to collect my thoughts, knowing this could be the one chance I had to change Jimin’s mind. I left the house in the dying light of the day, hurrying towards Taehyung’s apartment with the words I had read still ringing in my ears.

Taehyung was surprised to see me, taking in my frown and desperate expression, his brows furrowing in confusion as I had already visited once that day.

“Y/N… what are you doing here?” He asked, and I took a deep breath, a sudden rush of determination causing me to clench my fists and look him directly in the eye with as much conviction as I could muster.

“I need to see Jimin.” I said confidently. He sighed, shaking his head.

“You know I can’t-“

“Kim Taehyung.” I surprised myself by growling, and his eyes widened. I stood as tall as I could, purpose filling me as I spoke with a threatening voice. “I’m going to talk to Jimin, and I’m going to talk to him now.” I took a step closer to him, and he backed up slightly. “So let me in.” He hesitated and I quickly grew impatient, my voice low and menacing. “Taehyung-” I began threatening and he immediately took a breath in, his eyes wide.

“Okay.” He said fearfully, raising his hands in defeat. He looked at me for a moment before sighing and nodding. “Okay.” He stepped aside and I immediately strode past him and to where I knew the spare room was.

I stopped outside the door, my heart racing at just the thought of seeing Jimin again. A flicker of doubt stopped me from walking in, as I wondered if this was the right thing to do.

But then I remembered what he had said; that he loved me but he blamed himself. I remembered every summer night we had spent together, laughing and kissing and loving; every hug we had shared, his hands in my hair and mine around his shoulders; his kisses, his voice, his smile, his laugh. I loved him. This was too good to let go. I opened the door.

I squinted as my eyes adjusted to the darkness filling the room, making out a bed and the figure of something on it. I turned on the light. A wave of emotion rushed through me immediately as I took in what was in front of me. Jimin lay on the bed, his spine curled and his knees up to his chest. His face was tucked into his legs as far as he could reach, as though he was trying to coil himself up so tightly he would disappear. His eyes were pained and red and they were opening now, squinting in the sudden brightness that had filled the room.

As his eyes adjusted he moved his gaze to the door, where I still stood, unable to move. He froze when he took in my figure, his eyes meeting mine in shock, his body uncurling as he hurriedly sat up.

“Y/N?” He asked, his voice and expression so wounded that it made me want to cry. He stood up shakily, but didn’t come any closer to me. “How-how did you get in?” He pointed to the door. “Tae was meant to- how did you-“

“Jimin.” I cut off his panicky rambling with a single word, his eyes going wide and his voice stopping immediately. Resolve filled me again, determined to use this opportunity to end all of this. I turned and shut the door before facing him calmly again.

“You need to go.” He said, trying to sound cold, but his voice only came out weak, and shaky. I shook my head.

“I’m not going anywhere. Just let me talk to you.” Maybe it was the determination in my voice, or his own resolve weakening, but he looked at me for a minute before nodding unsurely, waiting for me to speak. Relief flooded through me followed by panic, knowing I had to make the most of him being willing to hear me.

I hurriedly got out my phone with shaking hands, opening up the messages of hate I had received over the past day. When he saw what I was doing he shook his head, looking away.

“Y/N, please don’t show me anymore of that-“

“No, Jimin, look at it.” I held the screen up to him, forcing him to see the messages as I scrolled through them. He frowned as he took them in, like it physically pained him. “These were all sent to me today.” I told him and he immediately looked at me.

“What?” He spoke breathlessly. I nodded, giving him a watery smile.

“Don’t you see? Ending our relationship isn’t going to help anyone. These messages will continue, whether we are together or not.” I stepped closer to him, wanting nothing more than to hold him, and be with him. To my dismay he stepped back, looking at me warily.

I ignored the aching in my heart at seeing him so unwilling to even be near me and held up my phone again to show him, looking him in the eye and speaking softly, desperately trying to get through to him. “You breaking up with me did nothing.”

He looked between the phone and me for a moment, his face conflicted. But then he shook his head, and as his mouth opened I knew he was going to speak against me.

“But,” I stopped him from talking, taking a deep breath, “even if the hate had stopped, I would still be here.” I told him, my throat closing up. He shut his mouth.

I took a tentative step closer to him, and he didn’t move away. Our eyes stayed locked, his still showing his inner conflict as I reached out to him. I hesitantly took his hand, holding it gently between my two own, and instead of pulling it away from me as he had that night, he closed his eyes and seemed to lean into my touch, if unsurely.

“I don’t know what I did,” I tried to steady my voice, the lump in my throat growing, “to make you think I don’t love you enough to deal with things like this. But Jimin, baby,” my lips curled up slightly at the nickname, “you’re everything to me.” He opened his eyes to meet mine, and I saw that they were shining.

Given that he hadn’t pushed me away yet, I risked moving even closer to him, letting go of his hand only to cup his cheeks with my hands. He stiffened slightly at the touch but didn’t stop me, his gaze flickering around my face. I ignored the tear that slipped down my cheek, and how his eyes followed it down until it dripped off my face.

“I love you, and I need you,” I choked out, stroking his cheeks gently with my thumbs, “and you need to understand, that I would go through things so much worse than these comments if it meant I could be with you.” He looked into my eyes with such intensity that I almost looked away, but kept the contact in order to make sure he understood. “You are worth going through anything for.”

I sniffed, keeping the rest of my tears at bay as his hand came up to rest over mine on his face.

“So, come to your senses and be with me.” I demanded softly, and he closed his eyes again, tightening his grip on my hand. “I don’t care what any of them say. I only want you.” I whispered. “Be with me, Jimin.”

He opened his eyes, his face still frowning in pain. He shook his head, a tear falling from his lashes.

“You’ll always be in the public eye,” he said hoarsely, “you’ll keep getting hate.” I nodded. If that was what it took to be with Jimin, I would take all the hate in the world. He took in a shaky breath, meeting my eye and reaching up his hand to touch my cheek lightly. 

“If you have any doubts, leave this room now,” He murmured, “because I’m not going to be able to let you go again.” I shook my head, letting out a watery chuckle.

“If I’ve ever been sure of anything in my life, it’s this.” I told him, begging him to just accept what I was saying. He bit his lip, tilting his head at me with a small frown.

“Last chance.” He whispered, tracing my hairline with his fingers. His eyes tracked my skin, examining my face for any hesitation and I couldn’t take it anymore. I let out a sharp breath, took hold of the fabric of his shirt and tugged him towards me, pressing our lips together.

It was as if the wall he was using to block out his feelings and maintain control crumbled as soon as my lips met his. His mouth immediately moved against mine and his arms that had hung uselessly at his side were moving again, his hands on my waist and in my hair and pulling me as close to him as possible. He gave into me.

I kissed him desperately, falling into him and trying to communicate everything I hadn’t said to him through my touch. His lips tasted salty as both our tears mingled together between our skin. He took a ragged breath against my lips as we separated, and pressed his forehead against mine, his eyes closed. I cried against him, relief and fear and love flowing through me with an intensity I didn’t know I could feel.

“If you leave me again,” I sobbed, wrapping my arms around his neck and pushing my lips against his again, “I’ll kill you.” His hands came up to my cheeks, wiping away the tears there, and kissing me in between.

“I won’t, I won’t, I promise, I’m sorry.” He murmured shakily. “God, these past few days have been hell.” He admitted. “I wanted to do what was best for you, but I missed you so damn much.” I let out a watery laugh, my damp cheeks lifting into a real smile as I met his eyes.

“I definitely missed you more.” He shook his head, pulling me into a tight hug. I closed my eyes and felt him smile against the top of my head, murmuring softly into my hair.

“Not possible.”

I hugged him tighter, melting into his embrace, and knowing then and there, that we would be okay.

Taehyung’s rolling eyes and exasperated sighs as he told us to ‘finally get out of his house’ couldn’t hide the wide grin splitting his face as he saw us cuddled up together, laughing and talking softly. After we had hugged him and thanked him, we walked home in the cold night air, our hands linked.

An immeasurable feeling of joy and relief washing through my entire body as I relaxed into Jimin’s company at last, my muscles softening and my heart lifting slowly.

“I want to tell everyone we’re back together.” I told him later as we lay in each other’s embrace, my head in his neck and one of his legs wrapped over my body to pull me as close as possible.

I watched as he frowned unsurely, sighing and watching me carefully.

“Are you sure? I mean people will talk-“ I rolled my eyes playfully at him and cut him off by reaching up and pressing a kiss against his cheek, laughing as his eyes widened slightly. I cuddled into his side again, falling into his warmth and closing my eyes as I spoke with a content smile, no doubt that I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

“Let them talk.”


masterlist

Better Together

(since i wrote a fic with richie comforting eddie, it’s only fair i do the same the other way around. also can be read on AO3 here)

Eddie Kaspbrak knows a lot of things.

He knows a single sneeze can send around 100,000 germs into the air alone. He knows it’s better to cough into the inside of your elbow than your hand. He’s aware of the statistic of about 3,600 people a year dying from asthma attacks.

He knows all of this because of the one thing he knows best- what it’s like to have a shitty parent who takes shit care of you.

Keep reading

saeranshoe  asked:

It may have already been requested but rfa v and saeran helping mc with a period of bad depression and like they like self harmed/ tried to kill themselves (totally not a self indulgent ask hides in the darkness) thank you so much for your work

oooh what a good time for me to write this, in the middle of my depression wave :0 this actually was a good rant for me, thank u for the request! -Green💚

Warning: Mentions of self harm/attempts of suicide 

Yoosung:

-it was just a normal day. that’s how they all start, right? 

-you and Yoosung had actually just came home from a date

-nothing bad actually happened. It really was a great day. 

-so why were you in the bathroom in the middle of the night, yoosung just in the other room, cradling yourself and sobbing your eyes out? 

-you don’t know. you dont know you dontknwo you do n t k n oww 

-god it all just hurt so bad. you don’t know what hurts, but it was throbbing 

-you feel like your whole body is struggling against you and you’re about to burst out of your own skin. 

-so you desperately get up and tug open drawers, not even aware of all the noise you were making

-you finally found some scissors at the bottom of one of the drawers. you cut yoosungs hair with this occasionally because hairstylists cost too much. 

-you’re able to dig the blade deep into your hip only once by the time the bathroom door slams open

-when that door open, so did all the realization and the buzzing pain in your side

-you don’t even look at yoosung, you drop to the floor, throwing the blade away from you and cry 

-there’s so much blood

-yoosung doesn’t really know how to act, because everything is happening so fast 

-but the two of you are in each others arms and crying so loudly you’re scared you’ll wake the neighbors 

-he’s petting your hair with shaking hands, telling you with a watery voice how he loves you and whatever you need he’ll get it, he’ll do it, anything for you, so don’t leave him.

Saeyoung:

-most likely the two of you are doing it together

-that was a horrible joke oh my god ANYWAYs

-Saeyoung was actually out on a mission for his agency let’s just pretend he didn’t quit yet

-and you’ve just grown numb without him around the house let’s also pretend saeran isn’t here okay 

-you miss him a lot. like. way too much. but there’s something else. 

-and you can’t even think straight as you’re walking out the bunker and out towards the road

-you doubt any cars will come but you lay down on the road and look at the sky. hopefully you’ll get hit while looking at the clouds change shape.

-happy thoughts :)

-your mind is cloudy and the world is hazy you really don’t notice the car coming towards you

-you jump when you hear the screech of breaks and you’re suddenly too aware of how close you were to dying

-and when you see your redhead come out of the car, you break and curl into yourself.

-more than anything, you’re ashamed. guilty. ashamed he saw you like this, in this state. 

-Saeyoung is more confused than anything because it hasn’t clicked in his head fast enough that you were there hoping someone would run you over, but when he’s hearing you sob saying how you were sorry and you just couldn’t take it anymore, it does click. and now he’s crying too. oh god he’s crying so much

-he brings you back in the bunker, and barely is able to get you into the bedroom before he collapses. 

-he’s holding his head in his hands and just crying all by himself, with you there infront of him. 

-he’s crying for you to never leave him, that he’s sorry, that he’ll be better, just don’t leave him

-don’t leave him

Jumin:

-committing suicide was too easy in his penthouse

-you were all alone all day. it was so easy. so so easy

-those pills were just mocking you, so you finally took action and downed the whole bottle

-ha. take that, pills. you finally beat them and their stupid game. you finally won

-but did you really?

-little did u kno,,, Jumin came home early that day! Hooray…!

-ahha..ha..

-you hear him call out for you and out of instinct you turn around, slam the bathroom door and lock it. 

-of course he hurries over and he asks what’s wrong

-and you kind of just

-look down at the empty bottle in your hands and you realize you’re going to die. 

“Jumin… I think I’m going to die.”

-CUE JUMIN SCREAMING

“What?! ___, princess, are you alright?! What happened?! Open the door-”

“I took all the pills. I just… they’re all gone. I took all of them..”

- “____, honey, what pills?”

“I-i don’t really know? The title is hard to read… it’s the ones the therapist gave me..”

-the knocks get louder and more desperate

-without really thinking about it you open the door and suddenly you’re being dragged through the halls of your home with Jumin ,,

-jumin crying

-jumin crying?

“Honey, why are you crying?” 

“___, you just tried to kill yourself. I don’t want that. I don’t want that ever, ___.”

“oh.”

Jaehee:

-don’t DO THIS TO HER

-she walked in on you struggling to breathe while hanging in the air. your noose is the bed sheets

-she screams for what feels like the first time in her life. She’s never been more terrified then in that moment.

-Jaehee, if anything at all, is a quick thinker. She get’s up on the bed and quickly rips the sheets from the ceiling, making you drop down to the floor, gasping for air

-she tears the sheets off of your neck and shoves you into her, making you fall ontop of her and she doesn’t care

-her hands are gripping on your hair and back so tightly, and they’re moving all over you so fast like she’s trying to convince herself you’re still there 

-she’s sobbing so bad and eventually her hands make it to your face and she’s kissing you all over

Zen: 

-you have a low enough self-esteem as is

-being with zen really doesn’t raise it any higher

-he tries, he really does, but it makes you feel that much worse knowing that his efforts will never be enough for you. 

-the comments will always get to you. the looks will always burn you.

-so maybe you should just do him a favor for once and just leave?

-you’re mindlessly cutting yourself in the mirror, not really thinking about anything other than dying and how you should run the blade a little deeper this next cut

-when you hear Zen come through the front door, you don’t really know what to do. So you sit still, frozen on the tile of the kitchen of course you have a mirror in the kitchen there’s a mirror in every room 

-you don’t try to hide it. maybe when he sees you like this, he’ll finally get the idea that you aren’t worth it and you don’t deserve him. that he should leave you in the dust like you deserve. 

-you make eye contact with him in the mirror, and his smile immediately drops

-good. you don’t deserve that either, that beautiful smile. you don’t deserve to look at him.

-Zen basically glides to you and forces your hand into the kitchen sink, spraying cold water over your wrists. 

-you flinch at the feeling as he’s suddenly rubbing disinfectant over your cuts

-he hasn’t said a word, even as he’s began to bandage your arm. you don’t say anything either. 

-when you’re all patched up, that’s when Zen finally takes a big breath, and you prepare yourself for the heartache when he breaks up with you. why would he want someone so obviously broken?

- “____, I love you. I’m not a liar, don’t think I am. I haven’t lied to you once since I’ve met you. I love you. I love you way too much to let you go. So don’t. Don’t go, okay? We’ll…. we’ll work on this. Together. Because you’re not alone. I’m here. I’m always going to be here.”

V:

-this h u r t s 

-you could never be like Rika. V would always have her in his heart, and you thought you could accept it. But that feeling. that feeling you could never truly earn V’s full love just because you weren’t who he wanted you to be stung more harshly than the water running through your nose

-you were drowning yourself in yours’ bathtub. 

-it was ironic, no? didn’t V say that’s how Rika died? by drowning?

-ha. maybe this will make him love you more? 

-your vision finally starts to go hazy and black when all the sudden everything is white and cold

-you’re gasping for air suddenly, and you look around you

-but. no one is there.

-you curl into your naked body in the tub, and you sob

-you couldn’t do it. you couldn’t do anything.

-by the time V came home, you were still in the cold water, holding yourself and shivering. 

-he couldn’t really know anything was wrong, other than the fact you were horribly cold, and you needed to get out of the water and warm up, honey!!

“V, I tried to kill myself.”

-..

“…what..?”

- “I tried to drown myself in the tub and it never worked, I kept coming out last minute. I guess… I was hoping you would find me. But you didn’t.” 

Saeran:

-n nn ooo o oo my ba b ab yyyy y

-Saeran had been a tad bit more… difficult to handle, lately. 

-Saeyoung had noticed you struggling, so even he was trying to help a little more, even with the small amount of time he had. 

-it was actually Saeyoung that had found you bleeding out in the bathroom, and it was Saeyoung who brought you to the hospital for emergency treatment.

-and it was Saeran who was called by his brother to inform him of your state. 

-it was Saeran that punched the wall. Cried his eyes out and rushed over to the hospital 

-he couldn’t understand it at first. why? why would you do this to him? why would you try to leave him?

-he almost wanted to get angry at you. but he couldn’t. he couldn’t do that when he knew it wasn’t your fault. it was his.

-you were fast asleep in the hospital bed, and Saeran wasn’t surprised. Apparently you had a very exhausting day. 

-so he held your hand, and refused to leave your side until you woke up. And when you did, he had gotten his act together and greeted you with a smile. 

Without a Fight (Tony x reader)

TITLE: Without a Fight (Tony x reader)

PROMPT:  Imagine your OTP intertwining their fingers together while they’re in bed. (courtesy of this blog)

WARNINGS: none really…

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

A/N: Been feeling like Tony deserves a bit more love lately so here goes

Originally posted by xxvampirediaries

Ever since Tony got back from Siberia, he just hasn’t been himself. He already spent hours of the day in the lab, building suits and electronic armies to protect the world, but nowadays he never left the room. He’d sneak into your room after midnight, keeping as far from you as possible, and then when you woke up, he was never there. You brought him coffee and food when you could, but you had a job in programming yourself so you could only spend twenty minutes with him. Twenty minutes where you usually ate in silence as he somehow managed to eat and work at the same time. 

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Request:  Hey! Can I get an imagine where Y/N was with Gil and she was chosen with the VK’s for Auradon and he broke up with her so she wouldn’t feel so guilty and they see each other again when Gil bumps into Ben? Thank you

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, swearing, angst

Words: 1,523

A/N: This started out rocky, but damn did I have fun writing it! I hope that you enjoy! It got kinda long, I’m sorry! I just had a lot of fun writing it!

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Okay so @chirpingisflirting said she’s been having a real poopy bday, so I thought I’d take a crack at a nurseydex hc (which became this lame ficlet chimera) for her! Here goes nothing! Literally!

I’d imagine that, early in Nursey and Dex’s relationship (say, four months in?), school starts hittin’ Dex hard; boy’s got assignments up the wazoo, some emergency fees come up and he takes a small job a few days a week at the school bookstore/convenience store, his life’s just a mess. Nursey’s trying to keep his cool and be understanding, but it’s driving him nuts. He hasn’t seen Dex outside of practice in like, a month and a half, and he keeps trying to text him and make the best out of a crappy situation, but Dex tends to fall asleep or get bogged down by a new assignment and just forgets to text back and or it’s been almost a day and it’d feel really awkward to answer now and… yeah. It’s really fucking with Nursey.

He’s been taking it slow with Dex (whom I headcanon as only recently really coming into his sexuality?) since the start, but it feels like he’s the only one who gives a crap sometimes. Nursey reminds himself that’s obviously not true, though, and that Dex is just obscenely busy and just… lays on the supportive texts, or brings extra snacks for Dex after practice/before class. Still, this can only go on for so long.

And it’s driving Dex crazy too, because he’s reading all the texts, and he can see how upset Nursey is every time he splits up with the rest of the team after breakfast to head off to class, and it weighs on his mind when he’s knee-deep in some cs problem. It’s his first real relationship (with a dude?), and he’s crazy for Nursey, but he feels like he’s only giving 30% when Nursey’s constantly giving 100% (which ISN’T TRUE; boy’s running himself ragged, here!).

So he works double time for like a week to give him enough slack to slack off for an evening. It’s Tuesday, and he texts Nursey around lunch to get dressed in something comfy and wait outside the Haus for him after dinner. Nursey’s totally confused and is so… idk? Anxious? What could Dex want to talk about? Can Nursey even take this anymore? Is this fair to him? He almost doesn’t reply or want to show up, but he’s a sucker for Dex, so he puts on a cute li'l sweater over a collared shirt and waits out front.

Dex pulls up ten minutes late (definitely unlike him), and Nursey and him drive off silently.

They pull up to this hill hidden between these real posh houses that overlook Samwell and the surrounding town, minutes pass, and Dex pulls a scrap of paper and a single, haggard looking rose from behind his seat, but he still won’t talk. He just stares down at the things in his hands, and Nursey’s somewhere between concerned and pissed.

“I stopped by the flower shop before they closed and picked this up for you,” Dex starts, hands on the rose he’s now jerking in Nursey’s direction, “but I realized I don’t even know if you like roses, and this is completely fucking cliché, and it got all fucked up because I kept fiddling with it, and- Jesus, Nurse. I’m sorry.”

Nursey just looks up and locks eyes with Dex for the first time all night. Concern is winning out over anger now. He takes the rose, and his eyebrows wrinkle in an almost sad way.

“Shit, Nur- Derek! Derek. Are you okay? I’m so, so–”

“I love it.” Nursey places his hand over Dex’s. Dex just blushes and goes silent again, his eyes returning to the scrap that’s getting closer to becoming, well, scraps.

“I know I’ve been really shitty about, well, us, recently.” Dex is breathing deeper now. “But I know how hard this is for you, and I think about you all the time, and I thought I could balance everything, but I-” Dex shrugs. “I guess I can’t,” he chuckles.

“And I guess I know how much you like poetry and stuff, and- just- I brought you here to tell you…” He stretches out the paper in his now shaking hands, and sucks in a sharp breath. Th- this. Just read this.“ He passes the scrap over to Nursey:

‘You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.’

"Yo, you know plagiarism is probably the least effective way to my heart, right?” Nursey chirps.

“I know that, idiot,” Dex starts. “I- I’m not saying I wrote it. I just-”

“I know, man.” Nursey’s hand tightens around Dex’s.

And then Nursey’s kissing him, and Dex could almost cry for all that he feels he doesn’t deserve it after this past month. They break apart soon, though, and Dex takes the moment to hold Nursey out at arm’s length.

“I'msosorryDerekyoudeservebetterthanthisI'lltryharderforyou,” Dex breathes out.

“Hey, chill. I’m not blind, you know? You’re doin’ everything you can, Will. Just… just let me help you too, y'know? If you’re too busy to leave your damn room, let me come to you. It’ll kill me, but I can catch up on my readings and… not distract you.” He waits a beat for Dex to answer, and when he doesn’t, he continues, “Or I can meet you in between classes and walk you to your next one, or we can call each other… I just miss you.”

Dex’s eyes start darting here and there, like he’s looking for something in Nursey’s, and he finally answers: “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.” He’s sniffling now. “Let me do better.”

And with that, Dex leans in to kiss the smile sprouting on Nursey’s lips.

(And then vehicular cuddles. A lot of them. To the point where Nursey has to drive them back because Dex is half-asleep.)