gonna go wipe these tears out of my eyes

Too Much


Requested: no A/N: I’m in Norway so this is a planned post. p>

Word count: 2,239

My back was resting against the soft, white pillow. I pulled the covers higher, covering my entire body. I felt cold, but it had nothing to do with the temperature in the bedroom, it was all about the enormous fight Shawn and I had earlier. Fighting with him always made me feel so cold, so tired and completely drained from any sort of energy. I was reading a book or at least trying to, but I hardly managed to read a single page.

Honestly, I just needed something to distract me from the fact that Shawn had left the apartment in anger and I hadn’t heard from him since.

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Mixed Emotions

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2394

Author’s Note: I thought of the idea of this when I started re-watching teen wolf season three. I fucking love to write angst and fluff so this is what it is! Thank you to my babes, @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me <3

Originally posted by stilinskikissme

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Originally posted by imagine-warlock

A/N: This is for @torn-and-frayed. She asked for cuddles with Dean. In my head I was all “Imma write something so fluffy she’s gonna hate me!” And then this mess happened. I don’t even know guys, but I hope you like.

Warnings: Post-hunt down-in-the-dumps-very-sad-hates-herself-reader. Sads with a floofy finish.  No beta in sight (mistakes are all mine)

Words: Just over 1,000


“Well today royally fucking sucked,” Dean groaned, walking into the room running a towel over his hair. “Where’s Sam?”

Staring off into space, you were vaguely aware of his presence, but his words weren’t registering. Your mind was going a million miles an hour. It was a constant loop of how you failed, how you let people die, how you were too slow and almost got Dean killed, how badly you just wanted to leave this fucking town behind you, over and over and over, until the only things you could feel was the too fast flutter of your heart, and the sting of unshed tears.

“Hey. Come on get out of that head of yours. Y/N, look at me.” he tenderly cupped your chin, and tilted your head back.

“I…what?” you blinked up at him, trying to clear the fuzziness from your brain.

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southsidesserpentroyalty  asked:

Herrow there friend ✋ I would love a fic where Betty has to figure out the best way to tell juggie she's pregnant with his baby and his reaction, I just feel it would be so cute!

I’ll give it a go!

“No Ron, I mean.. maybe.. I don’t know. What if he doesn’t want this? We just got married last year and you know he’s got the new book coming out, and then what about me? Winter break is coming up so I’m trying to keep the morning sickness down so I don’t have to miss anymore work. This is a mess.” Tears gathered in the corners of Betty’s eyes as she bit down hard on her lower lip.

Veronica grabbed her best friends shaky hands, stroking her palms soothingly

“Listen to me. You are going to be an amazing mother, it’s normal for you to be worried, it’s scary but you’ll figure all of it out, you always do. As for Jughead? You both have incredibly stable jobs, he makes great money and you’re 25 years old. He loves you Betty and he’s going to love that little baby. And.. I’m gonna be a godmother, oh my god I can’t wait. I hope it’s a girl, I saw the cutest little pearl charm bracelet at Tiffanys the other day.” The raven haired beauty rambled, her brain already flying into auntie mode.

Betty couldn’t keep the small smile off of her face as she sniffles, wiping the tears from her eyes
“A girl would be nice, but then… a little boy with Juggies eyes. Maybe my blonde hair.” Her hands fell to her still flat tummy, a wistful smile on her face as she daydreamed about her future baby.

Veronica placed a comforting hand on the beautiful mother to be’s shoulder
“See, it’s all gonna workout.” She whispered softly, her own eyes landing on Betty’s stomach as she grinned.

At that exact moment the front door swung open revealing a snowy Jughead carrying a brown paper bag filled with takeout food.
“Honey, I’m home.” He singsonged, walking into the living room, cheeks going red when he spotted Veronica tugging her coat on.

“Veronica, Betty didn’t tell me you’d be over.” He cast a glance at his wife, instantly stiffening when he saw her watery eyes and red nose “what’s the matter? What happened? Betty, baby? Why are you crying.” Jughead quickly dropped the bag of food on the ground and flew to the couch, squeezing next to Betty.

Veronica pulled her cape on with a flourish
“That’s my cue to leave. I’ll see you both at breakfast tomorrow. And remember B, I love you.” She blew a kiss and headed through the front door.

“Baby?” Jughead spoke again, drawing her green eyes back to his. “What is it? What’s going on?”

Betty tried desperately to hold back her tears but at the tender voice of her husband, the flood gates reopened.

It took Jughead all of one second to pull his wife into his arms, rubbing her back gently and whispering in her ear.

“It’s okay. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out. I love you. I love you so much.”

She sobbed openly into his chest her hands splayed against his soft flannel shirt, she knew she was being dramatic but if anyone asked she was definitely blaming it on the hormones.

“I…, I don’t know how to tell you, I’m.. oh juggie”

Jughead pulled back slowly, cupping her face in his hands.
“You can tell me anything. I promise, I love you.”

With a shaky breath Betty finally spoke

“I’m… I’m pregnant.”

It came out as a whisper, something so weak it didn’t even sound like her own voice.

Jugheads grip on her cheeks went slack, his hands falling to his sides with an audible thud, Betty nodded, looking down.

“I didn’t know how to tell you. I know it’s scary, and maybe we aren’t ready, but I think we can do this. I think.. maybe we could be good parents, we’ve had a lot to learn. I don’t know how to tell you, I didn’t think you wanted one of those baby announcements and judging by your silence maybe you’d have preferred if I didn’t tell you at all. I get it, I…” Betty was cut off as she yelped, suddenly she was in the air, looking down as her husband beamed at her.

“A baby.” He whispered, the smile still etched on his face, his eyes fell to her stomach as he swung her in a circle “our baby. My baby.”

Betty nodded as Jughead fingers fisted the fabric of her shirt covering her stomach.
“Yeah. Our baby, your baby.” She was smiling now.

“Thankyou.” Jughead whispered, pressing his forehead against hers “Thankyou so much Betty.”

Betty felt a single tear fall from her eyes, this one was a happy tear.

“You’re welcome Jughead”

Suddenly he was pulling away from her.
“I’ve gotta call my dad.”

Betty’s eyes went wide
“No! I have to call my mom! If she hears we told your dad first she’ll kill me.”

Jughead had the cordless phone in his hand as he held it over his head.
“You snooze you lose.” He grinned

Betty pulled her cellphone out of her pocket and immediately pressed Alice’s speed dial, Jughead stuttered as he pressed the numbers on the phone.

“That’s what you get for not using modern technology.” She stuck her tongue out

“Hey mom…”

“Hey dad…”

The couple spoke at the same time, stating at each other with the goofiest smiles on their faces.

“We’re pregnant.”

Yet Another Ordinary Day
  • Keith: *casually walks into Allura's room*
  • Lance: *is still being hugged by Allura*
  • Lance: *splutters out wine* KEITH WTF
  • Keith: *grabs Lance, throws him over shoulder*
  • Keith: mind if I take him Space Mom
  • Allura: *finger guns* go get him my child
  • Keith: *casually walks out*
  • Shiro: *walks past them, sits down next to Allura*
  • Shiro: *smiles* kids
  • Allura: *wiping tear from eye* they grow up so fast
  • *in the distance*
  • Lance: HELP
Moody Vampire (part 2)

Pairing: Jughead x reader
Description: Jughead and reader develop a close friendship and reader joins blue and gold. The blue and gold editors are investigating leads on the Jason Blossom murder, and homecoming is around the corner.
Over the next couple of months, Jughead and I hung out quite a lot, which led to me becoming close friends with Archie, Betty, and Veronica as well. They were all incredibly kind people, and I was thankful that I at least had a few friends in this new town. Veronica and I had even bonded over the fresh “new kid” labels we wore.
It was lunchtime, which meant I would be spending my time in the paper room working on an article for the blue and gold. After Jughead and Betty found out I like to write, they would subtly push me in to joining the paper with them. I gave in fairly quickly, writing was a passion of mine and it gave me something to work on.
As I walked down the lunch line to get something to eat, a boy walked in to the lunch room with a big poster and a teddy bear. I watched as he walked up to the girl and asked her to homecoming before she screamed “yes!” and hugged him. The lunch room cheered and clapped before settling down and getting back to their food. I smiled a bit, thinking about the upcoming dance. A small part of me hoped that maybe Jughead would ask me, even to go just as a friend.
I don’t get what the big deal is.” I jumped a bit and turned around to see Jughead standing beside me, his arms crossed and the corners of his lips tugged downwards in his infamous grim face.
“Of course you wouldn’t, you’re Jughead.” Ronnie came strolling up behind him, Kevin and Betty following.
“Is that a comment I should take offense to?” Jughead looked down at her, an eyebrow raised.
“Probably, but you’re Jughead, so you won’t.” Ronnie shrugged her shoulders before engaging in a conversation with Kevin and Betty.
“I just don’t get it, why would you subject yourself to that kind of public embarrassment? It’s a dance, just ask the person privately if they would like to go with you. Why show off and spend tons of money on elaborate gifts and publicly display it with the chance of getting rejected?” Jughead shook his head before turning to the line to pile his tray. I sighed, the re-occurring dream I had been having of Jughead and I at homecoming blowing up in my face. I paid for my lunch and made my way to the office for the blue and gold, not waiting for Jughead and Betty.
When I got to the room, I set my lunch down beside me and grabbed my laptop from my bag, getting to work. Some interesting things had been discovered about Jason’s homicide, and I had talked to Sheriff Keller about some of it. Now I was working on the article, trying to piece my information together and make a decent article.
Jughead and Betty walked in to the room, setting their bags down. Jughead went to the board immediately and grabbed some chalk, writing down some facts and bits of evidence we gathered, trying to piece it together while Betty helped him. After a few minutes, Jughead and Betty split up, Betty sitting on the desk and grabbing a notepad, and Jughead taking a seat by me.
“You want this? I motioned towards my abandoned milk carton and pizza from the lunch room, not really as hungry as I thought I was. Jughead nodded silently and took the pizza, biting into it and opening his laptop.
I tried not to focus on homecoming as the days of the week flew by. It was just a stupid dance. It would be stupid to upset myself with something as ridiculous as Jughead not asking me. Soon enough, it was Friday, and the dance was tomorrow and I was sat at Pop’s with Veronica and Betty hollering at me because I didn’t have a dress.
“It’s just a dance guys. I’ll go in jeans and a T-shirt, or better yet, I’ll just stay home.” I argued, taking a sip of my tea.
“Y/n, even Jughead is going! You can’t stay home!” Betty motioned to the boy sitting next to me, an incredulous look on her face.
“I don’t even have a date, what’s the point?”
“Nope, not acceptable.” Veronica stood up, grabbing my sleeve and lifted me from the booth. Betty and Jughead followed as she walked out the door with my shirt in her fist, dragging me behind her.
“Where are we going?” Jughead called out to Veronica as him and Betty tried to catch up to the power-walking princess.
“My house, we’re getting this kid a dress, and we’re hauling her to homecoming.”
I had tried on dress after dress from Veronica’s closet, everything being too tight, too short, not my taste. Jughead sat on Ronnie’s bed, typing away on his laptop.
“This just isn’t working Ronnie.” I sighed, going back in to her closet and changing out of the dress.
“Just chillax, I’ve got one more thing that might work.” Ronnie opened the closet door and handed me a purple dress before closing the door. The top part was halter style, with a long silk skirt. I tried it on and walked out, showing my friends.
“That’s it. That’s the one.” Ronnie clapped her hands together and pretended to wipe a tear from her eye.
“It’s homecoming, not my wedding day.”
“It’s really nice actually. Jughead, doesn’t she look nice?” Betty hit Jughead’s arm and he looked up, confused.
“What-oh.” Jughead’s eyes widened when he looked at me, making me blush.
“Y-yeah, you look…incredible.” Jughead complimented.
“Alright, I’m gonna go take this off now.” I pointed a thumb towards the closet door, blushing furiously

Later that night, when Jughead walked me home, I tried to bring up the dance.
“So, that dance is tomorrow… ” I trailed off, looking up at him.
“Yeah, I’m just going because Betty wants me to cover it with you guys for the paper.” Jughead looked down at his feet, his hands shoved in his pockets.
“Oh, yeah, the paper.” Of course.
“So, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Jughead spoke again when we made it to my front door.
“Yeah, tomorrow.” I smiled. Jughead began to walk away and I froze at my door. Now was the time.
“Hey! Jughead!” I called out. Jughead turned around, looking at me expectantly.
“Maybe tomorrow we could…” I stopped. What was I doing? This was Jughead. He didn’t want a girlfriend, much less me as a girlfriend. If I asked him to homecoming it would ruin the strongest friendship I have in this town.
“Uhm, you know what? Nevermind. Goodnight Jug.” I stepped in to my house quickly and ran up the stairs. I hung up my dress and called it a night.
The next morning, Betty and I got ready together at my house, since she lived across the street from me. We danced along to some songs and had fun while we did each other’s makeup, and I tried not to think about how I chickened out last night.
“Hey, Betts?” I looked up at my friend as she applied blush to the apples of my cheeks.
“Yeah, y/n/n?” She met my gaze.
“Have you ever backed out of something last minute and regretted it?” Betty gave me a confused look before setting the brush down.
“Spill.” And I did. I told her all about my crush on Jughead, and how I wanted to ask him, and how I hoped maybe he would ask me, all while betty finished my makeup and sprayed my hair.
“I’m sorry y/n, Jughead’s just kinda clueless. Hopefully he will come around soon enough. You guys would be adorabl- “Betty was cut off by the sound of her phone and she answered it. A grin appeared on her face almost immediately.
“Yeah, we’ll be right down.” Betty ended the call and grabbed her purse, handing me mine and grabbing my wrist.
“What?” She pulled me out of my room excitedly.
“Archie and Veronica are here, and so is your date.” Betty hopped down the stairs with me trailing behind her and swung open my front door. There stood Jughead, a clear box with a corsage in one hand, and a sign in another, that said “Can this Moody Vampire be your date to the dance? “
I immediately laughed at our inside joke, unable to control the ends of my lips from tugging upwards as Jughead stood there in a full black suit, his grey beanie on his head.
“I know it’s kind of last minute, I probably should have asked you sooner, but..”
“You’re clueless sometimes.” I quickly glanced to Betty and she cupped a hand over her mouth to keep her laughter silent.
“Yeah, I am.” Jughead chuckled, and I could see two fake vampire fangs sticking out.” I’m hoping I’m not too late?”
“Of course not.” I teased, walking up to him. Archie took the sign from him and I saw Jughead was wearing a purple tie to match my dress.
“You really didn’t have to do all of this.” I whispered to him.
“That may be true, but- “Jughead pulled the purple and white corsage from the box, tucking the plastic container under his arm and lifting my wrist to tie on the flower.” It made you smile, so it was worth it.”
I shook my head, grabbing his tie and pulling him down to meet my lips with his.


A/N: This was inspired by a conversation that I had with @kamuithedragonlord and was partially written through a group chat with her, @cait-writes-stuff, and @hey-haylee.

Tim knew he messed up. He hadn’t planned on staying out this late. His phone had died and he had forgotten to check the time and now he was sneaking back into the manor at 3 am. He unlocked the door and took off his shoes before turning the knob and stepping in.

All the lights were off and there wasn’t a bat in sight, Timmy noted with a sigh. He was about to make his way to his room when the lights flicked on. Timmy turned with a groan to see Dick and Roy standing there in their suits with their arms crossed over their chests. Tim was especially chagrined to notice the mischievous gleam in the red haired archer’s eyes.

“Timberly Janice Drake, where have you been? We did not raise you to be a heathen, young lady.” Roy said in a high pitched imitation of a southern mom’s voice.

“What the fuck.” Tim said under his breath. It was entirely too late at night for this kind of conversation.

“Don’t talk to your mother like that.” Nightwing said in a stern voice. “Now you listen to me, young man. Did you do the drugs? Huh? Or was it the alcohol? As your parents, we have a right to know.”

“You guys aren’t my parents…” Tim said, eyeing the grown men standing before him.

“Who told you?” Roy said in a horrified tone. He turned to Dick. “I told you we should have sent him to a boarding school, but no you said. He should go to my alma mater. It will do him good.”

“Calm down, dear. We can still work this out. Timmy, just because you aren’t biologically ours doesn’t mean you aren’t our baby.” Dick crooned as he leaned forward and pinched one of Tim’s cheeks.

Tim batted Dick’s hand away. “You two are fucking weird. I am leaving.”

“It’s because we are gay, isn’t it? You just cannot stand the fact that you have two fathers who are still together after all these years so you act out to try and spite us.” Roy cried out.

“You two aren’t even together.” Tim retorted.

“Just because the divorce is final doesn’t mean that we don’t love each other and it sure as hell doesn’t mean we are going to let our baby ruin his life by running around with delinquents.” Dick explained.

Roy walked over to where Tim stood and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Timmy, dear are you gay? Were you sneaking out to see your boyfriend? It’s that Superboy isn’t it? It’s perfectly alright if you are, Timberly! We will love and support you no matter who you love.” He kissed Tim’s temple and held him close. Tim stiffened before pulling away from Roy.

“Conner and I are just friends, not that it is any of your information though.” Tim said as he started to back out of the room. “That’s what they all say at first, darling.” Roy said with a wink. “I thought your father and I were ‘Just friends’ too for a long while, but then I realized what nice ass he had…”

“Where do you think you are going, young man? Do you think this is over? Um, no, you still haven’t told us where you were.” Dick said as Tim reached the door.

“Out.” Tim replied as he tried to leave the room, only to be pulled back by Roy.

“Not good enough, baby boy. We need details.” He purred as he steered Tim towards the table. They all sat down before the interrogation began. Dick leaned forward and started asking rapid fire questions that Tim quickly answered.

“So what did you do?”


“Who’d you go with?”


“You know Bruce isn’t going to be happy about this.”

“You know Babs probably isn’t going to appreciate you two pulling this shit again.”

“She’s recording it.”


“Language, young man. A few more words like that will earn you a bar of soap to the mouth.” Roy chimed in. “I blame that rock music. It just ruins so many good kids. You know Jason was a good kid. Then he listened to that My Chemical Romance and now he murders people.”

Tim groaned and set his head down on the table.

“Is he hungover? Does he look hungover to you?” Roy said, leaning in to look closely at Tim’s face.

“What horrible sins did I commit in a past life to warrant me being tortured by you two?” Tim whined against the table.

“I don’t know, honey. Maybe you didn’t pay your taxes? Got one too many parking tickets? Maybe you catcalled a chick on the street? Could be any number of things really.” Roy said, casting a side eye at Dick.

“That was one time and we weren’t even together.” He grumbled.

“You have had a wandering eye since the day you were born, Richard Grayson. Don’t even try and tell me otherwise.” Roy declared.

“Can I just go to bed now while you two work out whatever your relationship is?” Tim said as he stood up.

“Sit down!” Roy and Dick yelled simultaneously. Tim wordlessly sat down.

“My mother warned me about you, Dick. She said I shouldn’t marry you and that any kid I had with you was gonna turn out to be a jerk just like you.” Roy sniffled, wiping away his imaginary tears with a handkerchief he had pulled out of his belt.

“What on earth are you three doing in my kitchen at this hour?” All three turned to look. Alfred was standing there with a dressing gown and a disapproving frown.

“Just making sure that Timmy enjoyed his night out. We were just going to bed now though weren’t we?” Dick said, turning to the other two as they enthusiastically nodded.

“Thanks for saving the day, Alfred.” Tim said as he walked past the butler.

“No problem, Master Timothy. Neither Dick nor Roy were capable of raising a child so I felt the need to intervene.” Alfred said in a faux serious tone.

“Dude, Alfred’s your dad now. Sweet.” Roy leaned over and whispered. Tim just groaned and ran out. He could hear the laughter behind him, but he honestly didn’t even care at this point.

He entered his room and locked the door behind him. He flopped down on his bed and put his phone on the charger. As soon as it had enough charge, it lit up and showed he had one new text from Conner.

Congrats on the new dads.

Monster (Young Remus Lupin x reader)

A/N: the angst i’ve been longing to write has arrived,, idk how i feel about the ending but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

 Request: Could i request…I was wondering if you could do something just a few years out of hogwarts were remus and reader are together and reader starts asking remus about having children and he freaks out at the though and they end up fighting because reader is already pregnant and was hoping to tell him but now it’s all ruined..love your stuff, you mentioned something about angsty requests, I figured if you’d have it a fight might be nice. 

word count: 648 

warnings: aNgSt 

You and Remus have been sitting, legs intertwined, reading for hours. “Hey, Rem?” You close your book to look up at him. God, he’s so gorgeous. The way the light perfectly contours his face when it’s tilted down, like it is now; the way his hair falls in his face slightly; the way he absentmindedly licks his lips or scrunches up his nose as he reads; how could one man be so beautiful? 

 "Mm?“ He doesn’t even bother to glance up, which amuses you for some reason. He’s just so cute when he’s so engulfed in a novel, like that.

You can’t help but smile. “What d'you think about having kids?" 

His eyes flash up, scanning your face frantically. He’s got on this unreadable expression. "I can’t tell if you’re joking or not,” is all he says. 

Your little grin has disappeared and you can feel your heart sink. “Why would I joke about something like that?”

“I don’t know, Y/N. I just- you know that- I can’t really.. have… children,” He utters, his eyes still searching your face for something, though you don’t know what. 

You’re awfully confused now. “What do you mean?” You sit up and pull your legs up to your chest, getting visibly upset. 

He furrows his brows. “I thought it was obvious?” He sits up as well and mirrors you to an extent. You shake your head. “I don’t know if my- condition- is passed down by genetics or not. I mean-”

“Remus, you know that I’ve always wanted children, and you didn’t think this was worth mentioning?” You frown. You feel your chest tightening. “I don’t care if your ’condition’ is passed down by genetics or not!" 

He scoffs at you, "Well, unless you want little monsters popping out of you all willy-nilly, I think it’s a bad idea." 

 Your heart stops at the word, the obvious disgust he held behind it. 


You swallow the lump that’s formed in your throat, "Okay, then.” Feeling tears forming in your eyes, you stand and hastily stumble into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you. You set yourself down on your bed and bury your head in your hands. Sobs wrack through your chest. 

You hear his soft footsteps and then a quiet knock. “Sweetheart?” His voice is infinitely gentler than it was before.




“Can I come in?”

You don’t answer. The door opens and you feel the bed sink down beside you. “I’m sorry.” He moves his arm, about to wrap it around your waist. 

“Don’t, Remus. Don’t,” You snap, pulling away from him. “You said exactly what you meant." 

"No, I didn’t,” He says firmly. “You have to understand that the idea of having children terrifies me. What I meant was, I don’t want to bring someone into this world, knowing they’re gonna have to go through everything I have.” He places a hand on your thigh. “I’m sorry." 

You pause for a moment before uttering, just above a whisper, "If I told you I was pregnant, would you love our child unconditionally?" 

 You feel him tense up next to you slightly. "Of course.” He kisses the top of your head. “Are you telling me you’re pregnant, though?”

 You close your eyes, letting another tear slip out, and nod. 

 "Y/N, please, stop crying,“ Remus cups your face in his hands and wipes away the drops sliding down your cheeks. "Honestly, you’re breaking my heart.” You let out a light giggle at this. “Yes, I’m nervous, but I promise you, I will love our baby with my entire heart; maybe even more than I love you,” He chuckles. “I’m just- I’m so sorry." 

You finally let him take you in his arms. The two of you lay down and he places his hand on your tummy, rubbing it every now and then. A strange little family.

One Last Time

Originally posted by soyiyoyo

Request: Would you like please make a Imagine Chekov properly saying goodbye to the ship’s crew? Because I need that - @putthephaserdownplease

A/N: I deleted the playlist a made to make my friend cry when I moved like a week before getting the request and it would have been such perfect mood music for this. I feel like that karma for making a playlist of song that would make my friend cry. Also Keenser’s totally find; you guys don’t have to worry. Little guy just got all tuckered out. 

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Say You Won’t Let Go - Cheryl Blossom

Anonymous said:

could you do a cheryl blossom x reader to the song ‘say you wont let go’ by james arthur?

Originally posted by namiiswan

Slight underage drinking and short storyline (sorry). This kinda turned sad, but it uses some lyrics and messages from the song.

You struggled to catch your breath as you rushed up the steps to the Blossom’s mansion. You knocked on the door, softly at first; but when no one answered, you pushed opened the door. The front part of the large house was filled with a bulk of Riverdale’s police department. You looked around, searching for the familiar face of Cheryl. Instead you locked eyes with a distraught Mrs. Blossom. You walked towards her, carefully taking her bony hands in yours. She looked up at you and in her eyes you saw fear, anger, and complete loss.

“Do you mind if I wait with you?” She shook her head at your offer and you sat beside her on the fancy couch. You gave her hand a comforting squeeze, but you knew it wouldn’t do much. Since you had started dating Cheryl, you knew how cold and distant her mother could be. You couldn’t imagine what was going through her head now. You followed her gaze to the dining room door where, you assumed, Sheriff Keller was questioning Cheryl.

You waited beside Mrs. Blossom for two hours, in complete silence. Finally, the door opened and Cheryl walked out, holding her head as high as possible. You stood alongside Mrs. Blossom, letting go of her chilled hand. You walked over to your girlfriend with open arms. Cheryl promptly fell into your embrace. You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her closer to your chest. You both stood there in a quiet moment, as a police officer beckoned Mrs. Blossom into the dining room for questioning. The once tall mansion stood sadly in the aftermath of Jason, and Mr. Blossom’s, death. Cheryl pulled away a little while after and you caught a glimpse of her eyes; the look in them mirrored the same one of her mother’s.

“Let’s go upstairs,” she murmured, grabbing your hand to lead you up the staircase. You followed her closely behind, without a word. You had no idea on what to say. When you reached her bedroom door, she let go of your hand to push it open. As she walked inside, she glanced over her shoulder. As her ruby colored hair bounced around her neck, you flash back to the first time she invited you up to her room. You were both slightly drunk, on vodka mixed with possibilities. Nothing really scandalous had occurred that night, but in those hours you knew you loved her. Since then, you’d been by her side, never letting go of her.  

Her hand found yours once more, pulling you out of the soft memory.  You both collapsed on her eve softer sheets and cuddled close. Cheryl tucked her head under your chin, trying to be as small as possible. You granted her that wish as you wrapped your arm securely around her waist.

“Thank you for being here,” she whispered and you placed a kiss to the top of her head. “I’m sorry that my family is like this,” she added sadly, “I hope someday you’ll find someone better for you than me.” You pulled away slightly at her words, meeting her sad brown eyes.

“What are you talking about Cher?” You tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, “you’re the only one for me. I’m gonna love you till I’m fat and old.” This brought a soft smile to her face, but it quickly faded from your view.

“Till my lungs give out,” you added, “it’s just you and me from here on out. I promise. As long as you won’t let go.” You caressed her the smooth skin of her cheek, wiping a tear that had spilled over. You leaned back down, looking into her face.

“I won’t,” she whispered and you gave her a smile. She moved closer to you, pressing a weak kiss to your jaw. In that moment, with her voice faltering, it was easy to tell just how tired she was. Tired of her family’s drama and the loss it brought to her, tired of Riverdale.

“Just rest now, okay? I’ll be here in the morning.” She nodded against you and you felt her shoulders relax in your warmth. You could tell by her breathing however, she was keeping herself awake. You brushed your finger soothingly through her red locks, wishing to brush her troubles away.

“Do you ever think about that night?” Despite the vagueness of the question, you knew exactly what night Cheryl was speaking of.

“All the time,” you whispered back, “it makes me feel lucky.” Cheryl shifted a little under your hold, getting more comfortable.

“After all of this, you still consider meeting me ‘lucky’?” You let out a chuckle and shook your head at her words.

“Of course,” you answered. “You’ll never know how loved you make me feel, how happy. I see my whole future with you.” You hoped your words would bring her solace, cheer her up. You had told her this before, how much you loved her; but you felt as if she needed to hear it once more. Especially with all that had happened.

“What’s that future like,” Cheryl asked sleepily. You smiled against her forehead as you drifted into the fantasy.

“House and kids, a family with you. I’ll make breakfast for you and the kids, walk them off to school. By breakfast I mean getting out the cereal and making toast, you know the extent of my cooking skills.” Cheryl let out a soft giggle at your words, but you could tell she was growing more tired as you spoke.

“We’ll be those hip parents too. Embarrass the kids when they have friends over. You’ll scold me when I become too much though. And we’ll tell them about the night we met and everything after that. There will be good after this Cheryl, believe me.” The girl nodded lazily against your chest, pressing her face to your neck as she did.

“I believe you,” she whispered as she faded off into sleep. You held her gently, arm still around her waist. You remembered all the times the position was flipped and it was you in Cheryl’s arms. You could only hope she felt as comforted by your arms as you felt in hers on those nights. She deserved better than what life had dealt her thus far; and hopefully you’d be the one to show her the goodness life still had to offer.


Summary: You like Bucky but every time you try and talk to him he avoids you.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: none really

A/N: I should update my masterlist.

You remember when you first met James Barnes. You and Wanda were curled up on your bed watching Harry Potter when a knock on your door startled the both of you.

“Coming!” you shout, untangling yourself from Wanda.

You and Wanda weren’t a thing, just best friends. You two got along better than anyone at the tower. Tony still thinks there may be something going on between you two but nope. Just best friends. Plus she liked Vision and you never failed to tease her about it.

You pull the door open, revealing Steve and standing next to him was another guy. He was tall, his brown hair tucked behind his ears while a baseball cap covered the rest. He had broad shoulders which made him look intimidating but one glance to his beautiful blue eyes and you saw that he was no more than a lost puppy.

While you were busy taking in his features, Wanda had made her way next to you. “Who is this?” she questions as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“This is Bucky. He-”

“Bucky Barnes?” you cut him off as a smile spreads across your lips.

“Yeah.” Steve nods.

“No way.” you gasp. “Steve has said so much about you. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” you stick your hand out for him to shake and he hesitantly takes your hand with his right one.

“Nice to meet you.” he nods, eyes avoiding yours.

And that’s how it’s been. Bucky never stayed in the same room with you long enough for you to talk to him and when he did, he’d make an excuse for him to leave.

You walk into the lounge, seeing everyone in there doing their own thing. Nat and Clint were arguing over who cheated on “Go Fish”. Tony and Bruce were talking about some science stuff which you didn’t understand at all. Wanda and Vision were talking - more like flirting with each other one one couch and Bucky, Steve, Same and Thor were discussing ways they could lift the mjolnir; Thor’s hammer, if you will.

You didn’t say anything, just walked up behind Wanda and wrapped your arms around her, planting a kiss on her cheek. “Hi lover.”

Wanda looked over her shoulder at you and smiled. “You finally came out of your room today.” she joked and you playfully roll your eyes. You release her from your hold and walk over to the boys on the opposite couch.

“Maybe you have to lift and turn at the same time?” Sam says, doing it with his hands for demonstration.

“I highly doubt you could even move my hammer an inch.” Thor snickers and Sam rolls his eyes.

“It’s not fair ‘cause you’re a god.” Sam replied

Thor smiles. “The best god there is.”

You grin, making your way to Thor. “Thor!”

He looks up at you, standing up with an even bigger smile than before as he opens his arms for you. “Lady Y/N!”

He engulfs you in a hug, squeezing you tightly before falling back on the couch with you still in his arms.

“I missed you.” you mumble into his chest, causing him to chuckle.

“You saw my yesterday.” he replied and you wave your hand in front of his face.

You lift your head, making eye contact with Sam first, then Steve then Bucky. “Hey Sam. Steve.” you wave and they greet you back. Your eyes fall on Bucky who avoided looking at you.

He had been here for almost a year and never showed any interest in talking to you. It made you sad because you have a little crush on him. And by little you meant huge.

“Hi Bucky.” you finally say. He doesn’t look at you but waves which is better than him fully avoiding you. “How has your day been?” you press, hoping he’ll finally talk to you.

Bucky stands up, smoothing out his pants as he looked at Steve. “I’m gonna head over to the gym. I’ll see you later.”

He leaves without even glancing at you. You sulk, sinking back into Thor’s arms. As you stared at the wall in front of you, you didn’t notice that you started to cry until Steve pointed it out.

“Y/N are you crying?” he questions and you lift your hand to wipe under your eyes.

“He’s never gonna like me back, is he?” you whimper, curling up on Thor’s lap. He gently ran his fingers through your hair as you continued to cry silently before you stood up, wiping the tears away quickly. By now you had gained everyone’s attention. “Sorry, I’m just gonna head back into my room.”

“Y/N.” Wanda grabbed your hand, stopping you from walking away.

“It’s fine Wanda. I just want to be alone, please.” you say politely, the tears refilling in your eyes as you say this.

Wanda hesitantly nods and lets go of your hand. You walk out of the lounge, getting inside the elevator and pressing your floor number. The downside was that you and Bucky were on the same floor but he said he was going to the gym so you should be just fine.

While you waited for the elevator to get to your floor, you got lost in your thoughts. Why did you even keep trying with Bucky? He’s made it obvious he doesn’t want to talk to you countless of times yet you keep trying.

Because you like him.

You shake your head right when the elevator doors open and exit, keeping your head down. I’m so stupid, you thought to yourself. On your way to your room you bumped into someone, hard.

“Sorry.” you murmur, looking up at the person.


His eyes show concern towards you and you immediately look back down at the floor. “Sorry.” you repeat.

You try and move away from Bucky, only to have him grab your hand. You turn back around, looking at him again. He doesn’t say anything, just looks at you; studying your features and frowns. Bucky opens his mouth to say something but closes it soon after.

You finally pull your hand away from his, looking at him once more before rushing into your room. You make sure to lock the door behind you as you laid down on your bed, burying your face into your pillow while crying.

A/N: heyo how was this? part 2?


Okay here it is. I got 2 requests one where the reader had nightmares and one with the readers first time. (Both with Elijah) I have never written smut besides this so please tell me what was good and what i should change. 

There’s about 1.5 k words in this and an overuse of the word “Baby”

Originally posted by klopehybridss

I have never run that fast. My eyes started watering just from me thinking what he could do to me. I ran even faster. The man’s expression didn’t change. He looked murderous. He wanted to kill me. I had to run for my life. I looked over my shoulder to see how far i had gotten, but i couldn’t see him. Before i even knew it i ran into him. I let out a scream struggling against him.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME” i yelled, kicking and screaming to get away from my killer. “LET ME GO”

“I’m gonna kill you.” he said before extending his fangs, and digging into my neck.

I woke up screaming next to Elijah. He quickly got up and turned on the lights. I was breathing quickly, and there were tears streaming down my cheeks. I kept seeing the man following me.

“Y/N. Y/N. HEY HEY RELAX” Elijah yelled over my sobbing and screaming. He put his arm around my trembling body pulling me close to his body. “Hey tell me what happened” he said after i relaxed a little.

“I… i love you Elijah but i’m scared” i cried. I didn’t want to be scared of his vampire side. But what if he one day lost control. I didn’t know how to tell him. How should you tell someone you’re scared of something that’s a part of them. “What if you lose control.” i whispered.

“It could happen. But no matter what i would never hurt you” he whispered. I relaxed a little more. I noticed how we were now laying. Elijah was on his elbow while i was on my back. I leaned up and kissed him lightly, but before i knew it he had his hand behind my head bringing me in again.  

“Elijah…” i whispered but he caught me off with another kiss. I kissed him back rougher than before. I pushed him so i was on top of him. I straddled his waist and started kissing his neck.

“Y/N… Stop.” Elijah said when he realised it had gone too far. I was a virgin and i was actually really uncomfortable about anything regarding sex. Elijah knew i wanted to wait and he knew how i felt about it. He had been so kind telling me that he was fine waiting, and that he was totally okay with whatever i decided to do.

“Elijah i wanna do this” i whispered still slightly uncomfortable. I did and to have sex with Elijah, but i was scared. The man is 1000 years old, he had probably slept with countless of women, and done everything in the book. And here he is with a virgin who knows everything she knows sex ed and like two tumblr posts.

“You sure love. You don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do” he lifted his hand to tuck a piece of hair behind my hear. I smiled knowing he meant what he said. He really did care for me. That alone made me decide i wanted Elijah to be my first time.

“I’m sure.” i said. Elijah flipped me over so that i was on my back, and he was hovering over me. He pulled off his shirt revealing his toned body. I had seen Elijah shirtless before but this was different. It was so intimate. I ran my hand from his shoulder to the waistband of his sweats. Before i could even think to pull them off him Elijah grabbed my hand stopping me. I was about to ask why he did it but when he pulled of my tank top making naked waist up i shut up. I brought my hands up trying to cover my breasts with my hands.

“Don’t. Y/N you are so beautiful you really don’t need to hide anything from me” he said pulling my arms away from my chest. He leaned down and kissed me before starting to kiss my jawline and neck. I moaned slightly when he sucked a hickey on my neck. I blushed embarrassed at the sounds he could get out of me. “Don’t be embarrassed baby” Elijah laughed before returning to my skin.

“I am though. I don’t know why.” i whispered heart flushing to my cheeks. I wanted to cry in that moment. I didn’t even know that having someone kiss my neck would feel good. I felt the tears burning in my eyes and i tried desperately to blink them away so that Elijah didn’t notice.

“Hey what’s wrong. Do you wanna stop” he asked getting up. I pulled the covers over my exposed body before replying.

“I don’t wanna stop it’s just… you have been with so many people and i don’t know… i feel like if we do this and i’m bad, you’ll leave” i said now there were tears streaming down my face. I knew Elijah wouldn’t do something like that, but a part of me was scared he was gonna be disappointed.

“Hey i’ll never leave, and i know you’re gonna be great. And yeah you don’t know anything but you’ll learn. I’ll teach you” he said the last part with a smirk on his face. I dropped the covers and pulled Elijah back on the bed. We started making out again and this time when he started kissing down my body i didn’t stop him. He placed my nipple in his mouth and sucked on it. I moaned again and again i felt embarrassed but i didn’t stop him. Elijah started kissing further down my body until he reached the waistband of my nightshorts. He pulled them down revealing my black panties. He got up and pulled his own sweatpants off. I had never seen Elijah this exposed before.

“You’re so beautiful baby” he whispered while pulling down my panties. I smiled at his sweet words. Nobody could ever make me feel as good as Elijah did. He got up and pulled his own boxers off before reattaching his lips to mine. I kissed him back with passion.

“Elijah, please i’m ready” i whined when i felt his dick rub against me. I wanted him no matter how scared i was. Elijah grabbed my hand and kissed me but this time it was sweet and slow. I felt him at my entrance. He pushed t´just the tip in but i already felt tears in my eyes. It hurt so bad. I tried keeping the tears away but they surfaced.

“Baby do you want to stop” Elijah asked wiping the hears away from my face. I shook my head no and told him to keep going. I could see on him how much he hated hurting me. “Baby you’re hurting” he said trying to pull out again.

“Elijah it’s gonna hurt if we do it now or if we do it 100 years from now. Please” i whispered trying to hold back the tears and pretend like it didn’t hurt that much. He slid back in and this time without stopping.

“Are you okay baby. Tell me when to move” he sighed. The feeling confused me. It hurt but at the same time i felt a bit of pleasure. I nodded my head telling Elijah to move. The first time he did it hurt as much as the first time he entered me. He kept moving and after a while the pain disappeared and i started feeling pleasure. Only pleasure.

“Elijah” i moaned quietly. He smirked and leaned down to kiss my lips again.  I kept moaning his name feeling more confident. Elijah grabbed my legs and put them around his legs and the feeling got way more intense.

“Fuck” i moaned as Elijah picked up his pace. I only realised what i had said when he chuckled. I never curse. I rarely imagined this moment but the few times i did i never imagined cursing. I blushed and tried to hide my face.

“Don’t baby.” he said and pulled my arm away. He quickened his thrusts and i felt an unfamiliar built up in my stomach.

“Elijah” i said unsure of what was happening. He grabbed my hands before whispering in my ear.

“Let go baby.” he told me. I did as he said and felt unbelievable pleasure run through my body. Elijah came quickly after me. He rolled off me and pulled me closer to him. “Are you okay love” he asked and i nodded my head. I had never been more okay than in that moment.

Make Me Cry

Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is my entry for @therealdeanwinchester13‘s Writing Box Challenge! I was really excited to write this and I will be honest this challenged me a lot, which is exactly what I wanted! I didn’t really like this song when she first gave me the prompt, but as always, the more I listened to it, the more I fell in love. I hope you all really like this, because I do.

Pairing: MOC!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 878 (sorry it’s so short!)

Warnings: Language, Angst, Mentions of Death, Fluff if you squint REALLY HARD

Song: “Make Me (Cry)” by Noah Cyrus ft. Labyrinth

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Originally posted by marilynmay

There was a shift in his behavior, but we were all expecting it. Dean was a changed man, and there wasn’t anything I could do about it. As I watched him, rubbing that damn mark on his arm with a dark sadness in his eyes, I knew his heart was breaking. But he couldn’t help it. And I couldn’t help it.

I never needed you like I do right now
I never needed you like I do right now
I never hated you like I do right now
‘Cause all you ever do is make me cry


For a moment, it sounded like the old Dean. The Dean I had fallen in love with. There for just a moment, I almost forgot about all the shit he was putting me through.

But as I looked up, there was a completely different man staring back at me. I almost wanted to cry just looking at him. This wasn’t my Dean. This wasn’t the Dean I had spent countless nights opening my heart up to, telling him all of my secrets and fears. This wasn’t the Dean that I had trusted with my life. This wasn’t the Dean that made love to me just two months ago for the first time.

“I can’t do this without you,” He said quietly, then downed the rest of his whiskey.

As the tears built up in my eyes, my mind raced back to just hours ago. 

“Dean!” I screamed out as the demon in front of me had me pinned to a wall with his hand around my throat. Dean just stood there, staring at me and I couldn’t read the expression on his face. But he wasn’t moving. He wasn’t running towards me, weapon in hand, ready to save my life. He wasn’t going to save my life. Dean was going to let me die.

But Sam came to the rescue in the knick of time, stabbing the demon in the back with Ruby’s knife and even after my life was spared, I felt like I wanted to die. 

I can’t say that anyone has ever watched their boyfriend watch the love of their life almost die…willingly. 

But I can.

Dean was a death sentence to me, and I couldn’t stay here while he was like this. 

Couldn’t hear the thunder
But I heard your heart race
Couldn’t see the rain
We’re too busy making’ hurricanes
Love ain’t easy when it ain’t my way

“You just stood there and watched, Dean,” I snapped, letting the tears fall. “You watched me gasping for air…I was seconds away, Dean. Seconds.”

“I don’t know what happened, Y/N,” He cried, standing up and making his way toward me. As he reached his arm out, I jumped back lightly, causing his eyes to give me a hurt expression. “This mark is…”

“God, Dean, I’m so sick of this! I know you can’t help it, okay? But I’m not ready to die yet. I have a lot of living left to do and as much as I love you, I’m not willing to risk being killed by you.”

“You told me you would jump in front of a bullet for me, Y/N! We promised each other we wouldn’t walk away. You knew what you were getting into!” At this point, I was backed against a bookcase, looking up at him in fear.

“Yes, Dean! I would do anything to save you, trust me! But I don’t want to be killed by the man I love, and today. That was the same fucking thing. And don’t you dare try to say it’s not.”

“God dammit, Y/N!” His fist collided with the shelf next to my head and I squeezed my eyes shut, then pushed him away roughly as I wiped the tears from my eyes. “Then leave. If you’re gonna leave, go now, while I’m still under control.”

I laughed humorlessly, “Under control? Dean, you are spinning out of it by the second.”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” He pleaded, the tears flowing freely from his eyes. He gently walked toward me and slowly placed his hand on my cheek, causing me to flinch. “Shh, it’s okay. Just…give me a proper goodbye. That’s all I’m asking.”

I nodded slowly as I sobbed, then pulled him into me, wrapping my arms around his strong frame. Then when I pulled away, I gave him a kiss that said I would wait for him, and that I still love him. Because I do. I will always love Dean Winchester, Mark of Cain or not.

And now…standing here over his bed while he lay there lifeless, I wondered if leaving was what I should have done. Maybe Dean would still be alive if he had just one more person there supporting him while he was trying to save the world.

So I left again, because I couldn’t face Sam after this. I was ashamed that I had left the both of them when they needed me most.

And when I encountered a djinn on the way back to North Dakota, I gladly took his hand, and I could finally dream of the perfect life. With Dean and Sam. And there wouldn’t be any monsters, just me and the love of my life.

It was perfect. 

This life was perfect.

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Anger Issues - Peter Pan X Reader



“Y/N?” I heard Peter call out as he walked into our shared treehouse. “What’s up, Pete?” I said smirking, knowing he hated when I called him that.

“You know I told you never to call me that right? I hate it.”

“And that…” I said putting my arms around his neck and pecking his lips, “Is exactly why I continue to call you that.”

I leaned in for another kiss but Peter turned his head so I couldn’t, “Uh uh,” He said, amusement in his voice, “You don’t get a kiss after calling me Pete.”

“Fine by me,” I said simply, playing his game and turning and walking. I however didn’t get very far before Peter appeared in front of me, stopping me and leaning down, giving me a sweet yet passionate kiss.

“I knew you’d crack,” I smirked. Peter just rolled his eyes.

“Now was there something you needed, or what?”

“Oh, yeah, shit.” Pan said remembering, “Have you seen Simon? I sent him to get some pixie dust over three hours ago, and he’s not back yet.”

I shrugged, “No, I haven’t seen him.”

“Dammit!” Peter said angrily. Peter knew where his lost boys were 24/7, so one disappearing was definitely unusual.

“I’m sure everything is fine Peter, Simon probably just got a little lost, he’ll be back soon,” I said, placing my hand on Peter’s cheek, calming him down.

He nodded, “If he isn’t back in four hours, we’re going to search for him,” Pan said. I nodded in agreement.


Four hours passed by slowly, and Pan spent the whole time obsessing about where Simon was. And I spent those four hours trying to calm Pan down.

“Peter, you need to calm down,” I said, getting him to sit down and running his back.

“It’s been four hours, we’re going to-”

A rustling in the woods cut Peter off, and in a matter of seconds Simon came bursting through the bushes, stumbling, but catching himself.

I saw Pan’s eyes go dark and his face morphed into rage. Oh shit.

“SIMON! WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN FOR THE PAST SEVEN HOURS!” He yelled, drawing attention from the other lost boys.

“Pan, I-I’m so sorry-” Simon started but a strangled sob escapes his throat. I now noticed the injures which covered his body.

His lip was busted, he had a black eye, there were cuts that scattered his body, some deep, some superficial. His clothes were ripped and tattered, blood stained his shirt.

The poor boy had been tortured.

Pan, however, didn’t seem to care. He pinned Simon against a nearby tree, “Where. We’re. You.” Pan asked him again, his voice dark and threatening.

“Peter, calm down!” I said, growing worried for Simon, who was still sobbing. “Look at him! He’s hurt!”

I tried my best to pry Peter off of the poor boy, but his grip only got tighter.

“Peter!” I yelled. “Shut up!” He countered, not taking his eyes off Simon. I was taken aback by his outburst, and I backed down.

“Talk.” Peter instructed Simon, who was trying desperately to collect himself. “I-I was ge-getting the dust from where we hi-hide it, but one of Hook’s crew caught me before I could get to it.”

“Th-they kept hurting me until I told them wh-where the dust was. I’m so so-sorry, I couldn’t- it hurt so much.”

“So you told them where we kept the pixie dust?” Pan said through gritted teeth. The boy hesitantly nodded, bursting into tears again.

Pan reached into his pocket and took out his dagger, holding it to the 9 year old’s that. Simon let out a whimper. “Pan no!” I screamed.

“Traitors don’t get to live!” Peter announced.

“Peter stop! He’s just a kid!” I yelled, but Peter still kept the knife to his throat. “What if that was me? Would you kill me too?” I said, that seemed to hit him, but he still didn’t break.

I slowly walked towards Peter and placed my hand over his hand which gripped the dagger. Blood began to drip from Simon’s throat.

“Peter, let him go.” I said quietly, yet firmly. He still wouldn’t budge. “I SAID LET HIM GO!” I screamed, yanking Pan’s hand back, pulling him off of Simon.

Simon crumpled to the ground in a sobbing mess, and Pan turned to me, staring at me with menacing eyes, he still held the dagger tightly.

He held the dagger up to my throat now, I knew he would never actually hurt me, but his anger took over his entire body.

“Go ahead, I fucking dare you,” I challenged him, there was no fear anywhere to be found in my body, I was only worried about Simon.

Peter stood there, his evil eyes not breaking contact with mine, after a few seconds he stormed into the woods, mumbling to himself.

I quickly made my way to Simon who had his head in his hands. When I touched his shoulder he let out a yelp. “It’s okay, it’s just me, Simon,” I said softly.

Simon instantly wrapped his arms around me, and clung to me, his tears and blood staining my shirt.

I held Simon for a good thirty minutes, waiting for him to stop crying so I could take care of his wounds.

I looked into his eyes with nothing but care in mine. I ran my fingers through his curly, golden hair, and wiped the tears from his face.

He let out a shaky breath, “I’m so sorry, I messed up. Pan’s gonna kill me.”

I shook my head, “Pan isn’t going to lay a finger on you. This is not your fault. Now come on, let’s get you all fixed up.”

I took Simon’s hand and led him to Peter and I’s tree house. “I shouldn’t be in Pan’s treehouse,” Simon said, worried.

“It’s also mine, and I say it’s okay,” I said, giving him a small smile. “Besides, all the medical stuff is in here.”

After patching Simon up I got him to lay down in Pan and I’s bed. He laid his head on my shoulder and cuddled up close to me. I ran my fingers through his hair, causing him to doze off.

Hook and his crew had really done a number on the poor kid, and Pan surely didn’t help the situation at all.

It took about two hours for Pan to return to the camp. “Y/N?” He asked as he walked in. I quickly shushed him, gesturing to the sleeping Simon.

Pan gave me a weird look and started walking towards me. I hugged Simon tightly, “Get away from him, Pan. You’re not going to hurt him.”

Pan rolled his eyes but backed up. “Can we talk?”

I looked down to Simon who was sleeping peacefully. I looked up at Pan and nodded, I kissed Simon’s forehead and got up, being careful not to wake him.

I walked outside into the chilly night with Peter. “What?” I said, still mad at him.

For a moment I thought he was about to apologize, I should’ve known better. “What the hell was that earlier? You have no right to challenge me like that, this is MY island. These are MY boys.”

I scoffed, “You are so far up your own ass, oh my god Peter! The poor boy had just been beaten and tortured and you were going to kill him!”

I tried my best not to tell so I wouldn’t wake the lost boys.

“He needed to pay-”

“He already did Peter! Have you seen him? I held him for half an hour while he cried! He’s been through enough.”

Peter stared at me for a bit, but I wasn’t going to let him win. “And you think that gives you the right to challenge me in front of my boys.”

“Well it looks like one of us needs to calm the fuck down,” I spit at him. Peter just stood there, I could tell he was trying his best not to yell at me or hurt me.

“There’s s difference between respect and fear Peter, I suggest you learn it, cause right now I have neither for you. Come find me when you grow up.”

As ironic as that last statement was, it was true. I turned to walk away, but I heard a scream coming from the treehouse. Simon.

I quickly climbed the ladder and ran into the room, Pan following. Simon’s eyes were still closed, but he was thrashing around.

I wrapped my arms around him, “It’s just a dream Simon, wake up,” I said. Simon’s eyes shot open, I was quick to comfort the crying boy.

“It’s okay, Simon. Nobody’s gonna hurt you.” Simon hugged me tightly and buried his head into the crook of my neck.

I looked up at Peter, who for the first time, had a look of concern and guilt displayed on his face. He slowly sat down on the bed, and placed his hand on Simon’s back. Simon flinched and looked at Pan with fear.

Before I could tell Peter to fuck off, he did something unexpected. “I’m sorry, Simon.”

Both Simon and I were shocked, “And I’m sorry to you too, Y/N.” I could tell it was hard for Peter to admit that he was wrong.

“Thank you,” I mouthed to Peter. “Go back to sleep Simon, I’m right here, and so is Peter. And we’re not gonna let anyone hurt you. Isn’t that right Peter?” I shot Peter a look.

Simon turned his head to look at Peter, who nodded, and simply said, “You’re safe now.” Peter looked extremely uncomfortable.

It took a while to get Simon to fall back asleep, but I somehow managed it.

“You’re really good with them,” Peter said, “The lost boys.”

“They need a loving mother figure, just like any other kid,” I said simply. “You’re pretty good with them too, well, when you’re not threatening them.”

Peter sighed, “I said I was sorry.”

“I know. But you have to remember they’re still kids, Peter, they’re going to make mistakes. Show a little compassion every now and then.”

“Are you still mad at me?” He asked. I raised my eyebrows and gave him an ‘are you serious?’ look.

Peter leaned over Simon and pecked my lips, “What about now?” He said smirking. I rolled my eyes.

“You’re not out of the dog house yet Pan.” I said, a small smile playing on my lips.


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When You Love Somebody - Ch. 2

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Chapter Summary: Jeremy and Michael wait in an airport. Michael has some doubts, but Jeremy’s always there to bring him back to Earth.

Notes: i figured i should start posting chapters of wyls on tumblr so here we are. chapter one is here on ao3. anyway enjoy the chapter

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Request: Can I have one with Hayes where u tell him u get so scared of him doing all that stuff on motorcycles and u cry and he feels bad and y'all talk about it and make compromise :) love ur blog

a/n; this is really bad, I’m sorry.

Word Count: 323

Pairing: Hayes Grier X Reader

Y/N’s P.O.V

“Babe, I’m heading out with the guys to ride bikes.” Hayes told me once he stuck his head in the room, I looked up from my computer and nodded, holding back the urge to say something. “You okay?” He furrowed his eyebrows slightly, stepping further into the room. “Yeah.” I mumbled, looking back to the screen in front of me, “don’t lie.” Hayes pointed an accusing finger at me, slowly making his way towards me. 

“It scares me.” I gave in, watching as he looked at me, confusion pulled across his face. “What scares you?” He inquired, pulling a stool over to be sitting next to me, “when you go do all these stupid things on the dirt bikes.” I waved my hand, proving my point. He laughed under his breath at my choice of words. “Why?” He sighed, playing with my fingers in an attempt to calm me down. 

“What if something happens to you?” My voice cracked, making his eyes shoot up to mine. “Hey.” He mumbled, putting his hand under my ear, his thumb landing on my cheek. “Nothing’s gonna happen.” He assured me but I shook my head. “But something already has!” I pointed out, remembering how panicked I was when I found out he was in an accident and I wasn’t there for him. 

“Well, it won’t happen again.” Hayes stated, as if it was set in stone, but it’s not. “Hayes.” I sighed, “Y/N.” He mimicked, frowning when a tear fell from my eye. “Don’t cry over it, baby.” I let out a humorless laugh over his statement. “Kinda hard not to, Hayes.” I retorted, going to wipe at my tears, but he beat me to it. “We’ll compromise?” He offered, to which I nodded, going on to explain what specifically scared me the most. He agreed to stop doing those things as much as he could and I agreed to try not to worry so much. 


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I was walking around camp looking for Peter. I’m going to ask him where I can get clothes because almost all my clothes are either dirty or filled with holes due to the games I played with the lost boys and all the hunting we’ve been doing. I spotted Peter near the camp fire, talking to Felix. I slowly walked over to them.

“Uhm.” I coughed awkwardly.

Peter looked at me and shooed Felix away.

“Y/N. What do you want?” Peter asked.

“Uhm. Can I have ugh a.. Do you have extra clothes you think maybe I can borrow?”  I asked.

Peter chuckled at my awkwardness and motioned for me to follow him to his tree house.

When we were in his tree house he pointed to his cabinet.

“Find something that fits you.” He said pointing at the cloaks hanging there.

I nodded and began shifting through the clothes when I felt something brushed my neck.

I yelped and turned to look Peter who was looking at me with an amused expression.

“You had something.” He pointed out. I nodded in response.

“I didn’t know you where ticklish.” He smirked.

“What?! I-I’m not!” I denied.

 “Really?” Peter raised an eyebrow.

“So you wouldn’t feel anything if I do this..” Peter poked my side and I jumped when he did.

“See. You ARE ticklish.” Peter teased.

“So? What if I am?” I frowned at him.

Peter made a look and I widened my eyes in horror.

“No!” I shouted.

“What?” Peter asked, innocently, while walking slowly to me.

I started speed walking to the door when I felt myself being lifted up and getting thrown to Peter’s bed.

“No, no please.” I begged when Peter started tickling me. He poked my sides, going for my underarms and then my feet.

“Please STOP! I’m gonna pee!” I managed to shout out between my laughter.

Peter stopped and I sat up, wiping tears under my eyes.

Peter smiled at me cheekily.

“Now I know how to make you laugh whenever you’re sad.”

I rolled my eyes at him and started walking to the door.

“You’re so mean.” I whispered to myself.

Before I can completely exit the tree house, I heard him chuckling to himself.

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Eyes of Intelligence

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Request: I was wondering could you do a one shot with Reader x Sam where The Reader finds an injured wolf (who is Sam stuck in full wolf form because of a magic curse), so she takes it home to look after it. While at the reader’s house Sam falls in love with her and is worried about how to tell her and what she’ll think when he changes back and finds out about the supernatural and what he is. Thanks 😉 hope that’s not too confusing haha

Warnings: Wolf!Sam??? A touch of angst, fluff.

Word Count: 1,362

A/N: I feel like this is kind of boring, but for some reason I love it so much. Please feel free to leave feedback and enjoy!

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The forest was pitch black and slightly terrifying. Under normal circumstances you wouldn’t have been out there but the sounds of an animal in pain made you continue forward. Walking deeper into the forest you swept your flash light from side to side trying see as much as possible. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the reflection of eyes looking at you. Quickly turning, you pointed the flashlight in that direction. What you saw broke your heart. A wolf was lying on the ground with an open wound on its back. Cautiously approaching you knelt down and tried to get a closer look at the wound. It didn’t look infected but if it wasn’t treated soon it would be. The wolf watched you with wary eyes, there was an intelligence in its eyes that surprised you.

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"I'm not worth your time" Iwaoi

“I’m not worth your time.” As soon as he says the words, Hajime feels his heart sink with regret, because he knows exactly the reaction they’re going to cause, but he can’t stop.

“But… Hajime?” Tooru’s voice is filled with concern, and he steps closer to reach out and touch Hajime. He gets as far as cupping his cheek, rubbing a thumb over his jaw, before Hajime shrugs off the touch.

“We shouldn’t be doing this anymore,” Hajime insists, turning his face so that he doesn’t have to look at Tooru’s expression fully. “You shouldn’t have to deal with this. I… I’m never going to be normal. I’m just not. But - you? You have potential. You could really be somebody.”

Tooru doesn’t respond, so Hajime keeps going. “You have your whole future ahead of you… you shouldn’t be chained down to your high school boyfriend who is so damn needy-”

“Is that really how you see yourself?” Tooru interrupts, voice rising. Hajime has to look over at him, and he has tears in his eyes, but he looks fierce. “My high school boyfriend? That’s it? That’s all this is to you? Some high school relationship that you’re gonna grow out of?” Tears pool at the corners of his eyes, but Tooru wipes them away with the back of his hand before they fall.

Hajime just stares at him. Is that all they are? A phase? Something they’ll outgrow? 

No… They’re not. He loves Tooru. He loves him from the bottom of his heart. He has ever since he found those old poems stashed underneath Tooru’s bed. Ever since Tooru cried when he confronted him about them - ever since he whispered I don’t just like boys, Iwa-chan. I like you - and Hajime realized that it was okay. That he was allowed to love Tooru.

“Did you mean it, then? When you told me that you loved me-”

“Yes, of course I meant it!” Hajime shakes his head - no, this is wrong, this is so wrong-

Then why!” Tooru bites his lip hard enough to draw blood, and Hajime can’t look away - it pearls on his lower lip, before Tooru bites down on it again and the blood slides down.

“Because- because I love you!” Hajime didn’t want to yell, he came in here wanting to be calm and rational but there’s something about Tooru that just makes him lose all sight of reason. “I feel like we’re making a mistake… holding on to each other too tightly… I- I don’t want you to pick me over your future.” 

At that, Tooru freezes. “This… it’s about the college, isn’t it?”

Finally, they look at each other. Really look. Beyond the surface - digging deeper than they’d dared to in the last few weeks, seeing each other for what they really are, seeing them for what their relationship really is.

Hajime nods slowly. “Yeah.” He lets out a sigh, looking down at his hands. “I think you should take it, To. I wanted to keep my opinion out of it - I wanted you to pick on your own, but… you have to. You can’t stay here. You have to go, learn, meet new people, spread your wings - be you.” He draws in a breath, “You can’t do any of that stuck here with me.”

Tears finally spill out the corner of Tooru’s eyes, despite his best efforts to keep them back. “Then… then talk to me, baby…Don’t just… We can work through this… Even if I go… I want to come back to you.” He takes a step closer, tentatively, slowly - afraid.

Hajime meets him in the middle, and their hands find each other.


“Can we?” Hajime asks, his voice low and unsure. He knows that he would wait a thousand times over for Tooru - but he’s not so sure that Tooru won’t leave and finally find someone who is as amazing as he is.

Tooru nods, drawing him in closer. “We won’t know unless we try.” He swallows, and presses his forehead against Hajime’s. “What do you say, Hajime?”

What do you say?

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Friends? Lifelong. (Jensen/ Dean AU) Part Eight

OMG A DOUBLE UPDATE?! You’re welcome!


Warning(s): Anxiety Attack, she gets jumped?, language, ANGST, and this is probably my best chapter yet… so that’s a warning. 

Part Eight

Thinking I was good at. Overthinking I was accelerated at. I stopped in the library and picked up a small shift then decided I needed to stop this. I paced outside the school gym unsure of how to talk to Brandon when he walked out. I looked up at the night sky and wrapped my arms around myself due to the night breeze. I felt someone grab my wrist and when I spun around a man had a gun pointed to my head and his other hand across my mouth as he pushed me up against the wall.

“If I hear a peep, I’ll shoot.” He said. I felt my breath hitch in my throat as he reached into my pocket.

“Hey! Get him!” I heard someone yell. The gun went off and my legs gave out as I slid down the brick wall. Someone tackled the man and someone else pulled me to their chest. I looked up to see Brandon wrapped his arms around me and one of the guys I saw at Buffalo Wild Wings had the man pinned to the ground the gun about three feet away. Brandon hit the crisis button on one of the bicycle racks and pulled me close again.

“Oh my god. Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck crying.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” I cried.

“Of course!” he said rubbing my back.

“Wanna grab some food?” I asked still shaking from the shock.

“After the cops get here, sure.” He smiled.

“I’ll talk to the cops, you two go.” His friend said.

“Are you sure, man?” Brandon asked him.

“Yeah. Go.”

“Okay.” Brandon shrugged. I was too startled to even think about staying near that crazy son of a bitch. Brandon walked me to his car and opened the door for me.

“Where do you want to go?” he asked.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Uh, a quarter past midnight. Shouldn’t you be in your dorm? Won’t your buddy come hunting you down?” he joked.

“I… I just kinda left.”

“Did something happen?” he asked.

“No. I just got frustrated. Karlie and I don’t really like each other.”

“I felt some tension.” He commented as he drove down the road.

“Yeah. Sorry, I just… I don’t know how I feel about you. I mean, you’re really nice. I just… I don’t know if I’m necessarily into you, yet.”

“That’s perfectly fine. We’ve known each other for only a few days. I don’t expect you to faint when I walk by.” He smirked.

“Okay.” I let out a shaky laugh as he pulled into the parking lot of a McDonald’s.

“This work for you?” he asked.

“Yeah.” I responded.

“Do you actually want food?”

“Yeah. Late night chicken nuggets are the best chicken nuggets.” I joked. He nodded and ordered us medium drinks and two ten piece meals. When he went to pay I reached my hand into my pocket, forgetting I was jumped earlier. I felt a shiver run across my body and Brandon put his arm around me as we waited for the food. I rested my head on his shoulder when I saw Dean walk in. He eyed me, then looked at Brandon. I jumped and Brandon looked over at Dean as well. Dean shook his head with a disgusted smirk across his face as he turned around and walked right back out. Not going anywhere near the counter.

“He looked pissed.” Brandon sighed removing his arm from around me.

“He’s just protective. I’ve been hurt a lot.” I responded.

“Wait until he hears about tonight. Surely the school paper will release something.”

I hit my face with my hand and let out a small groan as they called our number. Brandon grabbed our tray and handed it to me.

“I’ll get our drinks, what would you like?”

“Lemonade, please.” I said and walked to find us seats. I slid into a booth and tore into my food. Brandon joined me shortly after and I looked at my phone for the first time that night.

I frowned and slid my phone back in my pocket.

“Everything okay?” Brandon asked.

“Yeah.” I lied. He could tell I didn’t want to talk about it and he left it at that. We ate mainly in silence exchanging comments about the weather and a few people who walked in.

Brandon drove me back to the dorm and walked me inside. We got to my door and I hugged him.

“Thanks for my late night snack.” I said.

“No problem. Anything for a friend.” I smiled at that and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in and pressing my lips to his.

“Still see you tomorrow?” I asked and pulled away.

“Absolutely.” He smiled.

“Great.” I replied. He walked down the hall and I walked into the room to see Dean fast asleep in his own bed. I changed my clothes and looked in the mirror to see a bruise forming on the side of my head from where the gun was pressed against my head. I sighed and laid down in my bed. I tossed and turned but couldn’t fall asleep. I was thankful I didn’t have any classes the next day, but that only made it worse because I work a double shift. I stood up and walked over to Dean’s bed. He was facing the wall so I climbed up from the end of the bed and squeezed between him and the wall. He shifted and his eyes opened slowly.

“What’re you doing?” he grumbled still half asleep.

“I’m sorry.” I said wrapping my arm around him. He looked down at me and sighed.

“Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to go out with him?”

“I didn’t. It’s a long story but I promise I’ll explain it all to you tomorrow, okay?”

“Pinky promise?” he asked holding up his pinky. I smiled and locked pinkies with him.

“Absolutely.” I said and pressed a kiss to his nose. He smiled and pulled me close to him and kissed the top of my head.

I woke up with my heart racing. I paused and felt like I was freaking out. I took a deep breath but couldn’t seem to calm down. I reached out for whatever was in front of me and I felt Dean’s chest.

“Aly? Aly, what’s wrong?” he asked as I began breathing as if I had been running.

“I’m panicking.” I muttered.

“Shhh. Breathe.” He said and held me close to his chest. It took me about fifteen minutes to calm down and I felt sweat lightly covering my skin.

“That’s never happened before…” I said.

“Yeah, I know.” He said looking at me with concern plastered across his face. “What happened last night?” he asked. I took my time and told him everything. He frowned and then I mentioned Brandon.

“So he brought me home… and I kissed him… we’re going out tonight.” I said.


“Oh?” I asked watching as his head fell.

“You’re confusing me. You said you didn’t like him… but now you do? Because he just happened to be there when you got jumped? You don’t owe him a date because he saved you. Technically he didn’t, his friend did.”


“No. I’m serious. All he wants is to get in your pants!”

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“He hasn’t tried yet!” I argued back.

“Just wait! And when he does, don’t expect me to feel bad for you!” Dean spat.

“What is happening to us? We never argued like this!” I yelled and didn’t realize I was crying until a tear hit my hand that was flailing all over.

“Maybe if you weren’t being such a sl-,” Dean stopped himself, but I was so mad I pushed it on.

“What? What’re you going to say? Hm, Dean? Say it!”

“No. I can’t.”

“Say it! God damnit Dean Michael Winchester!” I screamed, my throat burning. Dean’s eyes began to tear up and he was crying too. I felt my chest burn and I sat on his bed, unable to believe we were fighting like this. He wiped his eyes and began to pace, looking away from me.

“I’m gonna go look for a job. I’ll see you… whenever you get back from your date.” He said and grabbed his jacket walking out. I sat on his bed still, tears falling violently. I looked at my reflection in my phone to see I was beat red and looked like a mess. I wiped my face and felt my nose begin to run. I needed to get ready for work. I got dressed and threw my hair up into a bun before blowing my nose and grabbing my wallet. I walked down the sidewalk to the library and when I walked inside the librarian looked at me.

“Oh my… Allison, are you alright?” she asked.

“Just had a falling out with a friend, nothing major.” I smiled and shrugged.

“Friends come and go, sweetie.” She smiled. I didn’t think what she said was bad, but tears began falling again.

“This one can’t go…” I whispered to myself as I took the book cart and drug it behind me.

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