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Help Me Get The Girl part 14 (Grayson Mini-Series)

Description: Grayson seeks out your help to get your friend to fall for him.  In exchange for your help, Grayson promises to take care of your freshman brother when it comes to being bullied.  What you two didn’t know is that even though helping each other would ideally be beneficial, there would be a series of events that would make you two question whether this was a good deal or a disaster in the making.

Word Count: 2,675

Warnings: Language.

A/N: HERE IT IS! Here is the part where you figure out who the reader ends up with, but it’s also the part that may upset some people.  After the final part which hasn’t been written yet, there will be an author’s note with an explanation, but for now… ENJOY!

Your POV:

“How are you going to tell him?” Nicole asked as we stopped at my locker.  “Like, do you think he’ll be ecstatic when you tell him or do you think he’ll be like, ‘yeah I expected that’.”

I chuckled, “I don’t think he’d ever say that he ‘expected it’, that’s just not his style.”  

“It might become his style once you tell him that you love him.” she snorted out as she twirled away from me.  

Placing my hand on her shoulder I whipped her back around, “Goodness, be quiet!  You don’t need to be so loud about it.”

She raised an eyebrow, “You finally figured out how you feel!  It’s been two weeks of contemplation for you!  Love is a magnificent thing and you should be loud about it.  SHARE IT WITH THE WORLD!” she threw her arms out, causing a scene in the middle of the hall.

“Bye.” I grumbled as I walked in the opposite direction of her.  Making my way towards the freshman hall, I finally spotted Grayson at his locker which was located in that area.  Leaning against the lockers I waited for him to notice me; once he did I gave him a soft smile, “Can you meet me on the bleachers after school?”

He greeted me back with a grin, “Sure, why?”

“I just need to tell you some things.  We need to talk.” I told him.

He eyed me curiously before shutting his locker.  He ran a hand through his hair, “Yeah, okay.  By the way, have you seen Nicole?”

Furrowing my eyebrows at him I responded, “Yeah, I just left her back at my locker because she was annoying me, why?”

Letting out a frustrated sigh he leaned in and whispered, “She pick pocketed my phone out of my pocket and sent herself a picture.”

With a sly grin I asked him, “What picture?”

He shook his head, refusing to tell me what it was.  All he said to me was, “It’s just an embarrassing picture that could ruin my social career that’s all.  She’s a little shit, ya know?”

“She tends to be, yeah.” I glanced around the hall aimlessly, “It’s been two weeks since you met her, you should have realized that she was going to cause you trouble from the beginning.”

“That’s true.” he agreed.  “Well, I have to get to class.  I’ll see you at the bleachers after school.” he leaned forward, pressing a light kiss against my cheek.

There were so many thoughts running through my mind.  How would he react?  What would he say?  How can I calm myself down so I’m not so nervous?  These questions had haunted me in my sleep and I was surprised that I had somehow managed to keep my cool on the outside while on the inside there was an internal battle of whether or not to even go through with any of this.

When Grayson was out of view I leaned my head back, hitting it harder against the metal than I had anticipated, but the pain I felt was nothing compared to the pounding confusion in my brain.  Nothing would ever compare to the jumbled mess I was.


“Y/N!  Y/N, WAIT UP!” I heard Ethan yell from behind me as I exited the backside doors of our school.

“ETHAN!  OKAY!” I yelled back jokingly.

He was jogging towards me when I turned around, a bright smile stretched across his face, “I wanted to know if you’d like to go grab some ice cream.  I’ve been craving a shake all day.”

Looking over my shoulder in the direction of the football field I knew that I wouldn’t be able to join him.  If I didn’t take care of it then, I wouldn’t take care of it ever.  That’s just how I work.  If I don’t do it right away, I don’t do it at all.  It’s a flaw.

“I can’t right now.  I have something to do.”

Ethan’s expression changed to disappointment, his body stiffening, “What are you doing that you’re leaving out the back of the school?”

Contemplating whether I should dodge the question or tell the truth, I decided to go with the latter.  Ethan could always tell when I was trying to get out of something, so if I tried to distract him or change the subject, he’d know.  “I’m going to meet Grayson at the bleachers to talk.”

His body slumped a bit, almost as if he had been defeated.   His hands wrapped around the straps of his backpack, his knuckles turning white from his grip, “Why do I feel like I’m not going to like the outcome of this talk you’re having with Grayson?”

“Ethan, don’t do this.  Not right now.  Please, just come to my place at 7:00 and we can talk also.” I said, my voice quiet and gentle.

Turning his head to the side, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth, Ethan gave me no verbal response, only a curt nod.  He turned to walk away only to stop abruptly and face me again.  Taking a couple steps forward he softly placed his hands on my cheeks and pulled me in closer to place a feather like kiss on my forehead.

Pulling me in completely for a hug he whispered into my hair, “Let me hold you right now, just in case this is my last time I can do so freely.”

“E, I have to go,” I squeezed him back, “I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

Stepping out of his arms, I slowly backed away while I continued to hold the eye-contact we had.  His hand gave me a short wave which I returned before facing away from him to continue to the bleachers.

Once I got there I walked up the stairs to see Grayson on the top bleacher near the pressbox.  His back was leaning against the fencing while his fingers tapped away at his computer screen.  His grin stretched from ear to ear and I could tell he was internally laughing at whoever he was texting.

It was hard to walk up the bleachers quietly, so before his attention could be gained by the booming sound of my feet stomping against the metal seating, I yelled, “Hey, stranger! Long time no see!”

His head snapped up, his smile beaming in my direction, “It’s been years!” he laughed, shoving his phone back into his pocket.  He patted the seat next to him, “What’d you want to talk about?”

Sitting down I gave him a knowing look, “I think you know what I want to talk about.”

He shifted nervously, “I’ve been waiting for this, yet here I am… scared as hell.” he spoke truthfully.  “Whether it’s what I want to hear or not, I know that it will be closure for me, but I don’t want to feel the hurt I know I’ll feel if you don’t have the same feelings for me as I have for you.”

With a huge sigh, I finally took the leap, “We are here in this moment all because of the deal we made.  You protect Theo and I help you get Grace, but now,” I took a deep breath, “Theo has been hospitalized and placed in online school, Grace is no longer in the picture, and we’re having a talk about what we feel for each other.  This was never a part of the plan.”

“I know.” he mumbled, his eyes locking with mine.

“Grayson, you and I both know that only a few days into our deal that there was something brewing up between the two of us.  Being around you sent a warm sensation through my body and your touch made my pulse race to the point where my chest hurt.  But what hurt more than that pressure in my chest, was the fact that I wasn’t the one who had your heart.  I may have had part of it, but I didn’t have the whole thing.  It’s hard to love someone when they aren’t fully there.”

“But I am!” he raised his voice.  “I’m here and I’m yours!”

With a sad smile I shook my head in disagreement, “No you’re not. Even with Grace out of the picture… I’m still not the girl who your heart truly desires, I’m the girl that your heart is in love with the idea of.”

“No, Y/n, you’ve got it all wrong.  What I feel for you is real, and it’s not an infatuation, it’s not me being in love with the idea of you!  I want you, and all of you.  I want you to have all of me in return.” he grabbed my hand.

“Grayson,” I pulled my hand away, setting it in my lap, “Grayson, I can’t be loved only when it’s convenient for you.  I can’t be your backup, and that’s exactly what I was.  I know that you didn’t mean to do it, but you did.”

“No…” he tried to cut me off.

“Grayson, it’s not anyone’s first choice to be second best.” It was then that he got quiet.  “It may seem selfish for me to say this, but I deserve better than that, Grayson.  You gave me too many mixed signals, it was me one day and Grace the next.  That’s not love.  That’s being a teenager who hasn’t quite figured out what he wants and that’s okay.  We’re still learning and we’re still growing–we’re going to make mistakes.  There is one thing that I know isn’t a mistake though.  It wasn’t a mistake that all of this happened.  We were meant to go through this so that we would learn that love isn’t easy and it can be deceiving.  You and I, this was our moment of preparation, life just hit us a bit harder with it than we ever expected.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “It knocked the wind out of me.”

“Grayson, we weren’t ever meant to be.  There was never going to be a time for us.  You know it and I know it.  A couple weeks ago Theo told me that he knew he was in love because his bones ached when he saw Layla, but the ache was a good one that reminded him that he was alive and she was the reason for it.  I don’t think I’m that person for you, Gray.”

His head was hanging now, his thumbs twiddling.  His shoulders looked heavy as his eyes blinked rapidly to fight the tears that were threatening to spill over.  Already on the verge of crying myself, seeing him made the tears start to run down my cheeks, my lips curling in.  

It wasn’t meant to be this hard, but I should have known that it would be.  This journey that I had gone through with Grayson was an emotional rollercoaster that made me feel and realize things that I never thought I would have to at such a young age.  There were positives along with it though–there were so many positives.  I learned that I deserve so much more than being loved when someone needed someone to love rather than when they truly did love them.  I learned that not everything is going to be an easy journey, and I also realized that I struggled to completely fall in love with Grayson because I had already fallen in love with someone else.

And it was time for me to tell him.

“You’ll be okay, Gray.  I know you will.” I said, rubbing my hand up and down his arm, “You’re going to find someone that makes you forget about me every time you look at her, because you can’t stop looking at her long enough for you to think about anyone else.”

He let out a light laugh, “I hope you’re right, because right now… it feels like there’s a knife stabbing through my chest.”

“Trust me, once you pull out the knife it will heal.” I told him, standing up.  “The healing process might start a bit faster if you answer Nicole’s text that had you smiling like a child on christmas before I got up here.”

His mouth dropped open as he faked shock.  This boy was so damn clueless sometimes.  “You don’t even know that I was texting her!  I wasn’t smiling like a child!” he defended as he fished his phone out of his pocket.

“Let me see your texts then!” I challenged.  When he stared at me, ignoring my request I raised an eyebrow, “It’s okay to talk to her, Grayson.  She likes you.  Don’t let me hold you back.”


Theo nearly broke my door off the hinges as he barreled into my room.  He stumbled, nearly falling down as he came to stand in front of me.  “He’s here!  You told me to tell you when he was here and he’s here so he should be coming up here soon because he’s here!”

“Theo, all you had to say was, he’s here.” I informed him before standing up and pushing him out of my room, “Go let him in and send him up.  Thanks.”

“Don’t push me, gosh.” he dramatically rubbed his shoulder like I had bruised him, “I’m letting him in and then going with mom and dad for dinner.  They’re taking me out for getting an A on my first math test in the online school I’m in.”

“Cool, congrats, bye.” I rambled, pushing him out of my room completely.

I started to pace around, knowing that the moment he came through the door he was either going to be completely calm or he was going to be in panic mode.  It was the latter when he walked in.  The look on his face screamed “let’s get this over with” while he tried to keep his body calm.

Ethan stood right inside my door, shutting it quietly behind him as he just stared at me.  My first instinct was to freeze under his glare, my muscles tensing while I waited for him to say something, but he didn’t.  He simply stood there with his fists clenched to his sides.

“Hi.” I squeaked out, completely anxious.

“When’s the wedding?” he snapped, his tone similar to the one he used when he freaked out on me in the hall after Corrin claimed I slept with Grayson.

“Wedding?” I repeated in a questioning voice, “Are you proposing already?”

He took in what I said and contemplated it for a second before realization quickly flashed across his face only to be overtaken by the cutest, widest smile I had ever seen.  That smile that I had fallen in love with.  The smile that brightened up my darkest days.  The smile that made me think and say cheesy, romantic things.

“Wait…” he walked over to me, placing his hands on my cheeks as he had done earlier, “Does this mean that- that you,”

“I love you.” I confessed, barely above a whisper.

“You love me?” he asked for reassurance.

“I do.” I told him.  “I do, I do.  I love you so much.”

Not a second after those words left my lips, he kissed me.  He kissed me hard and deep, yet slow.  His thumbs brushed my jawline as he slipped his tongue into my mouth, his taste devouring me.  It was like honey rolling onto my lips–sweet and satisfying.

“I love you.” he mumbled against my lips, his left hand moving around to my lower back to pull me in closer.  He was kissing me like his life depended on it, but I wasn’t complaining.  I had missed his lips, his touch.  “I’ve always loved you.”

His lips started to pepper kisses along my jawline, working their way down my neck to my collarbone where he began to suck.  “Ethan…” I groaned as my head dropped back in pure ecstasy.

He hummed against my skin, placing one more kiss where he had left his mark before pulling back, looking me straight in the eyes and using a dominant, demanding voice to say one word.



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Payphone - 13x05 Coda

Summary:  Sam falls asleep just as they cross the border to Kansas. Dean drives for another hour before the ring of his cell phone startles them both. He grabs it from the seat beside him and glances at the number quickly, answering when he doesn’t recognize it.

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“You okay?” He shouldn’t be surprised Sam is asking him this. It’d gotten pretty clear over the last few days that Sam didn’t have a fucking clue just how far down Dean meant when he said he was at rock bottom. He clenches his jaw, swallowing and turning to his younger brother.

“No, Sam, I’m not okay. I’m pretty far from okay. You know, my whole life, I always believed that what we do was important… no matter what the cost, no matter who we lost, whether it was Dad, or-or Bobby, or… and I would take the hit. But I kept on fighting, because I believed… that we were making the world a better place. And now Mom, and Cas, and I-I-I don’t know. I don’t know.”

“So now you don’t believe anymore.”

“I just need a win. I just need a damn win.” He walks away with a shake of his head, clenching his jaw and getting in the car. Sam’s barely in the car before he starts it and drives away. Sam, smart little brother that he is, takes one look at Dean and realizes they won’t be talking the entire way home. He settles into his seat, glancing over at Dean when the older Winchester turns the radio up.

They make it to Denver before Dean has to stop for the bathroom and a fast food dinner. It’s the first he’s talked in four hours, and it sorta hurts his throat. He scarfs down his food quickly, pulling back onto the road before Sam’s finished.

“Dude, what’s the rush? Jack’s fine.” Dean shoots a glare in the direction of Sam, turning his eyes back to the road and tightening his grip on the wheel.

Sam falls asleep just as they cross the border to Kansas. Dean drives for another hour before the ring of his cell phone startles them both. He grabs it from the seat beside him and glances at the number quickly, answering when he doesn’t recognize it.

“Yeah.” His voice is weak and raspy from disuse, but the sound comes across nonetheless.

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The Middle…

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“Mom, I have to go.”  It had been the third time I’d said it.  My hopes were dashed that the third time would be the charm when she continued talking.

“Are you getting enough sun, Meagan?  I’ve heard it’s dark and dreary over there.”  She prattled on about the weather for a few more moments before I interrupted her.

“Mom, the weather here is fine.  Great even.  I walk to my classes and I’ve met some friends.  We get out a lot on the weekends.”

She sighed and I honestly couldn’t tell if she was happy to hear it or disappointed,

“Well, alright then.  I should go so I can figure out dinner for your father.”

“Tell him I’m sorry I missed him.”

“I will. Be good.”  She said as she hung up.

I had to shake my head.  My mother was never going to be ok with the fact that I was thousands of miles away as well as an entire ocean.  She had fought me tooth and nail when I said I wanted to go to London, only relenting when she and my father had a long talk about it.  My father wasn’t exactly thrilled, but he at least understood.  Because if there was going to be any way to get him to understand, the idea that I would get a better job due to my more well-rounded education was it.  My dad was all about getting a job, contributing to society and doing your part.  He raised me with those beliefs as well.

I turned and headed towards my apartment.  It was Friday and the campus was clearing for the weekend.  Honestly, I had to keep myself from skipping I was so filled with happiness.  

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Pairing: Werewolf!Herc x Reader
Note: This just sort of came to me a few days ago and I just decided to write it, I hope you enjoy! 
Warnings: angst, self hate kinda? 
Word Count:1,688
Summary: Herc finds a story written by a student in the printer at school about a murderous werewolf and starts to worry that he is just like that.

It is not a common thing, on days that you and Hercules decide to commute separately to work, to find that he has beaten you home. Generally you’re the one to head home first, preferring to mark papers and tests in the comfort of your own home rather than at school and end up beating Herc home.  

So when you pull up into the garage one Wednesday afternoon and find Herc’s black car already there, a feeling not quite up to panic but getting close to it, starts to pool in your stomach. It’s generally the sign of something not quite right if Herc comes home so early.

Making your way inside there’s no sign of him downstairs anywhere, no noise coming from any of the rooms and no lights on anywhere to indicate where he might be. And in checking upstairs you find the same, no sign of him anywhere. Both your dogs, Jason and Achilles are curled up in the living room which is strange at a time like this, usually Herc loves having the dogs around when he’s upset. As you pass by where Jason is curled up on the edge of the couch you pause for a moment to scratch just behind his ears the way he likes it.

“You wouldn’t happen to know where he is would you?” you ask, looking between your two dogs who just return your stare with blank ones of their own. “I thought not.”

In the kitchen you hope to find a note on the counter or pinned to the fridge, some indication of where he went and when he’ll be home but there’s nothing to find. Sitting down on one of the counter stools, you let out a sigh your chin falling into the palm of your hand when you notice something out the corner of your eye. Herc’s boot’s, the ones he only wears when he goes out into the woods behind your house, are missing from their usual spot by the back door and suddenly you know exactly where he is.

You quickly pull you coat back on and shove your feet into your own boots, before making your way outside. Your house sits right up against the woods, so Herc built a gate into your fence to make it easier to get through, and to no surprise the gate isn’t closed properly when you approach.

It’s a chilly day, winter is definitely on the way, but you doubt the cold will bother Herc too much. Even so, you still carry his coat with you just in case as you make your way through the woods, to the place he usually comes when something particularly bad is bothering him. A place that is quiet, where he can come to be alone.

It’s a short walk to where you find him, just over five minutes away from the edge of your property sits a small clearing, where you find Herc perched on a log with his back to you.

“Hercules? Babe what’s going on?” You ask softly, your voice breaking the silence of the wood as you cross the clearing to where he sits.

There’s a little room beside him ok the log, enough for you to squeeze in beside him and take a hold of his hand in yours, your fingers squeezing his hand gently.

He doesn’t speak for a while, and you don’t try to push him into saying anything, until finally he pulls folded paper from his pocket and hands it to you.

“I found this in the printer at school today, I guess a kid was trying to print it. I shouldn’t have read it but… the title caught my attention,” he explains.

Carefully unfolding the paper, you realize it’s a short story written by a kid whose name seems vaguely familiar, you’re sure Rachel who teaches Freshman English had mentioned a boy with that name in her class. But looking at the front page you immediately know what about it is making Herc so upset. In big, bold letters at the top of the page are the words “Killer Werewolf Strikes Again”.

“Hercules,” you whisper, folding the paper up and resting your cheek on his arm. “This is a story. It’s not you.”

“But it’s what people think of me. It’s what this kid thinks of me. What if I get him as a student one year and he finds out who I am? Will he be terrified because of this? Will he hate me and run from me?” He asks his voice full of anger and frustration at what he is.

He doesn’t dare look at you, doesn’t pull his eyes away from the spot on the ground he’s picked to stare at. You move in closer, your free hand moving to gently rub circles into his back.

“I know it hurts being called a monster and a killer but despite what others think we both know that’s not you,” you say gently. “You’re so good Hercules, so good and no story a 14 year old kid writes is going to change that. You have more self-control than anyone I’ve ever met, human or werewolf. There’s no way you could ever hurt anyone like that because that isn’t who you are.”

He sighs softly, still not looking at you, and you can tell he’s trying his best to hold back tears. You hate to see him like this, so angry and full of hate for himself. It breaks your heart to see the man who is usually so sure of himself, break down like this.

“Let them out Herc. Let them out,” you whisper but he shakes his head. “Then come back to the house, we can curl up on the couch with the dogs and you can let it all out if you need to,” you say with a small kiss on the cheek.

“I’m not… I could hurt you. I could hurt you but you trust me so much… why do you trust me?” He asks.

Finally he brings his eyes to yours, and you can see the tears just waiting to fall. Gently you rest a hand on his cheek.

“Because you proved to me I could trust you. You’ve never hurt me, never scared me or made me worry that I was in danger around you. You make me feel like nothing can hurt me, like I’m safe from any danger if you’re nearby, that’s why I trust you Hercules.”

As you speak, a few tears slips out of his eyes, using your thumbs you brush them away, holding his face in your hands.

“Come on love, come back to the house with me,” you whisper.

He nods softly, and leans in just enough to brush his lips against yours.

As the two of you make your way back to the house Herc doesn’t speak, but his grip on your hand never falters until you’re back in the safety of your home.

After getting him back in the house, you lead him to the living room and push him down onto the couch before going off to find the fluffiest blanket in the house.

“I’m not cold Y/N,” he mutters as you make yourself comfortable on his lap, and drape the blanket over the both of you.

“I know but I am, we’re not all human heaters Hercules. Besides, fluffy blankets are comforting and you need comfort,” you explain.

He sighs but doesn’t stop you from making yourself comfortable in his arms and pulling the blanket tight around you both. Slowly, he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on the top of your head.

“Feeling any better?” You ask softly, breaking the silence that had fallen over the both of you.

“Not particularly,” he mutters, bitterness in his tone.

“You can’t keep thinking about that story, it was written by a 14 year old kid with a wild imagination,” you point out.

He huffs, and his whole body seems to stiffen. With a sigh you turn on his lap and look up at him.

“Stop that. You’re not a monster. You’re the best man I’ve ever met, you don’t hurt people, you do everything in your power to help people. Please stop thinking of yourself as a monster because of what ignorant people think, because of what 14 year olds think. He probably wrote that story because he has no idea what real werewolves are like, I bet the ones in his story don’t resemble you at all do they?” you ask, giving him a look.

“Not really, in the story they don’t turn into actual wolves like we do,” he mutters, not quite making eye contact with you.

“See! That’s not like you at all, this kid has no idea what he’s writing about,” you exclaim. “This isn’t you.

Slowly, his focus moves from your forehead down to your eyes and Herc leans in to kiss you softly.

“Thank you. For never being afraid of me. When I first decided to tell you who I am, I was terrified, I thought you would run and scream and never want me to come near you again. So thank you for trusting me, I still don’t really know why do aren’t afraid of me, but I’ll always be grateful for it,” he whispers softly, his lips grazing against your own.

“You never have to thank me for that. I love you so much and all I want is for you to know that you’re a good man Hercules Mulligan, you’re the best man I know and you would never, ever hurt anyone,” you whisper back.

Suddenly his lips seize yours, they are strong and rough against your mouth until a few seconds later he pulls back.

How could you be a monster when you’re just a puppy?” you tease, reaching to pinch his cheek.

You finally get a laugh out of him as he kisses your forehead and holds you close to him, his arms strong and secure around your body.

“I don’t deserve you Y/N.”

What A Girl Wants: It Must Have Been Secret Love Songs (Part Four)

Pairing: Past!Daryl x Reader; Negan x Reader

Word Count: 2523

Warnings: Angst, sad Daryl, cursing, violence, fluff

Notes: You guys… fuck. It’s getting good. The vote goes up soon. I hope you all like it! Xox ♥

Songs Used: Secret Love Song by Little Mix & It Must Have Been Love by Roxette.

Part Four of the What A Girl Wants series.

“You’re becoming a real fuckin’ problem, you know,” Negan informed you, your eyes widening in surprise; you couldn’t help the wave of panic that shrouded you.

“I am?” you squeaked, clearing your throat.

“You are,” he grinned brightly, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Because I have fallen balls fuckin’ deep in love with you, baby girl.”

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Leading Suspects: Chapter 21

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20.

As promised for Friday…smut! And fluff. ;-) We’re in the home stretch on this one, so enjoy! Smooches, @peetabreadgirl!

My friends are meddling little shits.

After I got back from the sheriff’s office, they asked all kinds of probing questions about what I did while I was there. They were both disappointed when I told them that Peeta neither handcuffed me nor had his way with me on top of his desk.

“Then what good is it dating a sheriff?” Johanna had asked in exasperation. Hearing words put to it scared the snot out of me and I quickly hid myself in my room shortly after, claiming that I needed to call and check on Daily Fix. Which was true. I’ve been neglecting my business.

Once that was done, I sucked it up and called my investors to rearrange our next meeting, since I have no idea how much longer I’ll be here in Twelve Willows. I guess since I’m technically not a suspect anymore, I could leave any time, but I don’t want to leave Madge when all of this is still unresolved.

That thought led to thinking about how I’m supposed to leave here after what’s happened with Peeta. I’m no good with labels and this one eludes me worse than most. Whatever it is between us, I can’t stay here indefinitely. We’re not dating. We can’t be dating. My life is in Philadelphia. Daily Fix is in Philadelphia. My friends, other than Madge, are in Philadelphia. Which makes Peeta and I temporary.

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Squares [1.]

Originally posted by meanyoongis

Does it help you stay up late?
Does it help you concentrate?
Does it tune you in when you chew your chin?
Am I ruining your fun?
- Arctic Monkeys “Black Treacle”

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Genre: Angst (Smut later)

Summary: You’ve ran away and tried to start over, but the demons you run from keep you up at night. The only thing to comfort you is cancer sticks and mind tricks. But this guy isn’t a mind trick, he’s a wake up call.


Word Count: 1,310

Written by: Smutty Jaefairy

A/N: Ongoing series, second chapter later this week. (Edit: Second chapter is up now, link is above. Please treat my new story well, and give it lots of love. )

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Artist- Poly! Southern Democratic Republicans x Reader

She continued to sketch, enjoying the sound of the pencil on paper. She studied the man once more before he walked by, making sure he was permanently engraved in her memory. Once she had a basic outline of his features, she stood up, hopped on her bike, and began to ride, shoving the sketchbook in her bag.

As she passed the man, hand in hand with another, he put out a hand to stop her. With a confused frown, and a nervous expression, Y/N braked hard, stepped off, and raised an eyebrow at the men.

“Can I help you, sir?”

He smirked. “Were you- drawing me?”

Her eyes widened, her fingers began to play with the hem of her shirt. “Sorry?”

“When I walked by earlier,” he explained, crossing his arms and leaning against the fence. The man next to him, who had been holding his hand, looked nervous and a bit upset. “You were drawing me, right?”

“Thomas,” the other man hissed. “Drop it, please, she’s nervous.”

“No, it’s okay,” Y/N assured him, though she was terrified. “Um, yeah, I was drawing you. I just- just saw you, and I got inspired, so- I’m really sorry, I can tear it out.”

He shook his head. “No, it’s fine. Can I see it?”

She gave him a look of fear. “What?”

“Can I see the drawing, darling?”

 “It’s- it’s just a sketch…”

 The man called Thomas grinned. “Well then, darling, I’ll just have to give you my number so I can come over and see it when you’re finished.”

Her mouth fell open. “Oh, um- I- I- okay?”

Thomas reached for her phone, typed in his number, and let her do the same to his. Then he took the other man’s hand again and smiled brightly.

“See you later, sweetheart.”

Y/N took a deep breath, regaining her composure. “Um- um, okay!”

She got on her bike and rode away, leaving the smirking man and his companion to continue their walk, with a blush on her face.

 Y/N took a couple of breaths and swallowed hard before texting the number he had given her.

 It’s done.

A few seconds later, he replied.

Cool. Can I come see it?

She grinned despite herself before typing out an answer.

Yeah. Tonight at seven sound good?

Sounds great! Is it okay if I bring my boyfriends?

She frowned a bit, unsure what he meant.


I have two. Is that okay?

Yep! See you at seven!

See you at seven.

She reread the conversation, smiling and blushing a bit at his words, though she had no idea why. Her heart plummeted a bit at her realization that he was already in a relationship, but she quickly pushed her feelings away. For now, she tidied up the house, brushing off the kitchen table and making her bed. Y/N decided to prepare some food, figuring it would be polite, and made sure the drawing of Thomas was within reach.

When the doorbell rang, she grinned and ran to the door. She paused for a second before answering the door.

“Hi,” she said breathily, studying the men before her. Thomas was wearing his usual smirk, wearing a magenta outfit that made her raise an eyebrow. Next to him was the man she had seen before with cropped black hair and dark skin. He was tall and obviously strong. The last man was the shortest, and although he seemed nervous, he offered Y/N a smile.

“Um, want to come in?”  She let out a nervous laugh, gesturing for them to come in.

Thomas led his boyfriends, holding the taller man’s hand and placing his free hand on the shorter one’s back.

“I’m Aaron Burr,” the shortest man said suddenly, shaking her hand. She smiled.

“James Madison,” the other introduced, doing the same as his boyfriend.

“I made some food, just in case,” she said nervously, leading them to the couch.

Thomas smiled. “Thanks!”

Y/N went to go grab it, setting it on the table, before reaching for the drawing and handing it to Thomas. The men gasped, Thomas looking excited.

“Wow,” James exclaimed, taking the painting and studying it. “This is incredible!”

“It’s amazing,” Aaron agreed, giving her a sweet smile that melted her heart.

Thomas nodded in agreement. “It looks just like me!”

“You can keep it,” she offered shyly, and his face lit up.

“Really?” Thomas grinned. “Thanks! This food looks great, darling.”

She blushed. “Thank you, I made it.”

“Very talented,” Aaron commented, making her giggle.

She sat down, letting them have the couch, but Thomas quickly pulled her over to them. They all laughed, and she felt her walls coming down. Slowly, she came to enjoy their company. She was surprised at her joy when James suggested they watched a movie. Y/N was overjoyed to have them stay longer.

“Look!” she cried, pointing to the painting on the wall with a huge smile. “There it is!”

Thomas wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into him with a proud smirk.

“It’s beautiful, darling,” he commented. “You did it.”

James quickly walked over, kissing the top of her head. Aaron, who wasn’t one for public affection, squeezed her head affectionately.

“I’m so proud of you,” James told her.

Aaron nodded. “Your art’s in the gallery!”

“Not only that,” she said softly, kissing all of her boyfriends’ cheeks. “But I have the best boyfriends in the world.”

 As the three boys beamed at her, she knew she had made the right decision in joining their relationship- what girl wouldn’t want to be surrounded by a group of boys who all loved her?

“And we have the best girlfriend,” Aaron said sweetly, kissing her forehead.

 “The best cook,” James added.

 Thomas tightened his hold on her. “And the best artist. I’m so proud of you, darling.”

She snuggled into his side, happier than ever. Although she happy to have her art hanging in the museum, she was happier to have her boyfriends by her side.

They could face anything together- she had her boys, and that was enough.

@skamwitness requested daryl and jesus 52

things you said with my lips on your neck

“Daryl,” Paul was trying to breathe, but failing miserably. “Daryl, people are gonna see.” but his eyes rolled up to the back of his head as he let out a moan, Daryl pushing his hips hard against Paul. “Jesus.”

“That’s you,” Daryl reminded him, moving his lips over his neck. They were in between the trailer and the fence, expertly hidden. Paul was still getting used to  Daryl wanting him this way, it was always a surprise when Daryl took the initiative to bring Paul around Hilltop and shoved him up against things to make out with him. 

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I Got You

Spn FanFic

~ After a devastating hunt, Dean finds it hard to let go. ~

Dean x Reader, Sam

3,414 Words

Warnings: Angst, Show level violence and blood, depression.

A/N: Sorry… and thanks to @babypieandwhiskey for walking with me through the ending.

It was raining hard.

Dean pushed his foot to the floor, the Impala’s engine roaring as he sped down the road; tires spinning on the slick highway. He struggled to see out of the windshield, the wipers doing next to nothing to clear away the downpour. He slammed his hand against the steering wheel, cursing.

Sam braced himself with one hand against the dash, looking over at his distraught brother, is own expression one of worry and fear.

“It’s OK Dean. She’ll be fine,” he said as calmly as he could, desperate to believe it himself.

“She’s not fucking fine Sam! It’s been three days. We should have… Fuck!”

“Just drive. We’ll get there. She’ll be OK.”

The problem wasn’t that they didn’t know what took her; they knew. The problem was that the Djinn kept moving around. Once they got close, found his hideout, he was up and gone before they could make a move.

The animal had taken Y/N right out from under their noses. She’d run out to the car late that night to get her book and never came back in. All Dean found was her pocket knife lying on the ground behind the back tire.

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Titus Lost

AO3 | FF.net

My first-ever posted Batfam fic! Aaaaand it’s a bucket of angst. For @camsthisky‘s #batfamcontentwar.

Summary: Damian’s whole world falls out from under him when his most loyal companion is taken from him. Dick tries to pick up the pieces.

Just a heads-up/warning that this does touch on the death of a beloved pet. They say write what you know, and this exact scenario happened to my family a few years ago (apparently I’m still processing it). So… sorry, not sorry?

Damian was too quiet. Dick rushed to the manor as soon as he’d gotten Alfred’s message, but now that he was here, he wasn’t sure what to do. This was nothing short of an emergency, and Bruce was off-world, making everything worse with his absence. Dick had dropped everything, including the special plans he’d made with Barbara, even though it pained him to let her down again. This was too important. His little brother’s world had come crashing down because Titus was dead.

Dick stared from the door to Damian’s bedroom at the unsettling sight. Damian sat on the bed facing the window, staring into the void. 

Of course, Dick knew that numbness, that feeling of floating away from the pull of Earth’s gravity until you were spinning through cold nothingness without oxygen or light. 

For a brief moment, Dick found himself reeling again with the memory of that pain. But right now, his own traumas were not as important as Damian’s current distress. Dick swallowed down the lump in his throat and plowed into the room. He knelt in front of the silent boy. “Hey kiddo.”

With what seemed to be a great effort, Damian focused his blank stare on Dick’s face. He blinked once, then took a shuddering breath, as if he hadn’t breathed in a while. “Grayson,” he said in a flat tone. “There was no need for you to come. You should have remained with Gordon.”

“I wanted to see how you’re doing.”

“Tt. As you can see, I am perfectly adequate. There was no need for concern. It is a simple fact,“ -he drew in another sharp breath- “that the animal was too stupid and trusting to avoid traffic, so he deserved to die.” But Damian’s heartless speech was undermined by the way his face scrunched up in pain. 

“Oh, Damian,” Dick murmured, and pulled him off the bed into his arms. Only then did Damian’s heavily fortified walls come down around him. He dropped every pretense of being “adequate,” and melted into Dick’s embrace, sobbing quietly.

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Truth or Lie (Part Twenty-Nine)

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Part Twenty-Eight

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Warnings: Anxiety, disturbing images, nightmares, angst

Word Count: 2588

It became clear to you that you liked Rob’s house more than your own apartment. Once Rob left to go visit his mom and sister, you returned back to your own place, figuring you could make use of the alone time to work on pieces for your art portfolio. Shiny grey stains now marked your hands, the granite from your pencils rubbing off on your skin. You worked in complete silence, no music or television droning on in the background, just the light scratching of your pencil against the paper being heard. You were partially mindlessly sketching, but there was something guiding your subconscious, guiding the tip of your pencil to sketch a picture that rang true.

A hand with strings tied to each finger. The strings led off the paper, but you knew who they were controlling. You set your pencil down and frowned at the image, finding that it seemed oddly familiar to you. You saw this somewhere before. You rose from your seat at your desk in the living room area, your steps taking you where you hid the sketchbooks that had the more darker sketches. You grabbed the stack and returned to your desk, flipping through the pages until you came across an image that was exactly the same as the one you just drew.

You needed new material. With reluctance, you decided to flip through to familiarize yourself with what you had already drawn. You wanted to start fresh. You weren’t a puppet anymore. Why did it feel like the strings were still attached? Just because they hadn’t been pulled in awhile didn’t mean they weren’t still there. You flipped the page, your eyes narrowing at the rough sketch.

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amusewithaview  asked:

POV - Addendum, and if I can, can I get a Neji and/or Shikamaru POV?


“Something I can do for you, Nara?” Uchiha asked, once they were several blocks away from the park and the two girls she had left there, stunned.

Shikamaru made her head nod

“Yeah,” he drawled. “Got a question for you, Uchiha.” He kept his body loose and lax, but he couldn’t get the image of Ino’s face—the progression from delight, to uncertainty, to devastation—out of his head.

“I’m listening,” Uchiha said, cool as could be. As if she did this everyday of her life.

“If you were apparently so worried about their friendship, why didn’t you have this little talk with them years ago?” Shikamaru asked, somehow keeping his voice level and mostly-disinterested. A part of him knew he was over-reacting, knew he should step off, that she could raise all kinds of hell, just as the last female member of a prestigious founding clan held against her apparent will.

But he also knew himself, and that he wouldn’t feel at ease around Ino until he got a straight answer. 

“Because,” she said slowly, “until recently, I didn’t care enough to make the effort. The state of their friendship didn’t matter to me at all.” 

Shikamaru chewed on that for a long moment, and released his technique.

“Yeah,” he sighed. She regained her balance with a smooth grace that was almost distasteful to him. “That’s about what I figured.” She turned and he shot her a flat look. “You know, Naruto’s been raving about how nice you are? Says he pegged you all wrong, and you aren’t half the bitch some of us thought you were.”

Ah, damn it. He was letting it get to him more than he thought he would. She was cold, his cousins from the year below had reported. Focused. Didn’t even have time for her would-be rival, once she got bumped up, and even made him agree to stop bugging her outside of class, when it happened.

“Uzumaki and Haruno are my teammates.” she said, her voice soft and steady, her eyes dark and fathomless. “They matter to me now.”

“Just like that, huh.” He bit back a sneer, or at the very least did his best.

“Not all of us are bred according to a schedule and shoved into a ready-made set,” She said, the words almost not registering to him when they were delivered so smoothly. “Some of us need to actually put effort into creating a worthwhile dynamic.”

He snorted, and pushed off from the fence he had been leaning against. “Nice to see you haven’t lost your touch, Uchiha,” he told her, bitterly pleased now that he had goaded her into meeting his expectations. 

“Thank you, but I have no interest in playing shogi or being played,” she had once said, not sparing his father a glance as she headed home for the day.

Shikamaru banished the memory, and the analytic, unavoidable thought that her sharpness was always reactionary, before turning and walking away. “I was beginning to get worried.”

Imagine Duff Confusing You With His Girlfriend Although Your Slash’s

//requested by anonymous//

Holding a drink in his hand, Duff scanned the entirety of the yard, looking for the girl he had arrived to the party with. It was nothing different from the usual hectic celebration; some people were borderline drunk while the majority were nowhere near sober enough to be able to distinguish one day from the next. Duff took a drink and walked around the grass, making his way through the crowd of people in his search for the girl. No one seemed to know whose house the party was taking place in. They all seemed to be the same deal anyway.

You lost track of where Slash was, which you had grown accustomed to in environments such as the one you were currently in. He was off doing who knows what, but you trusted he wouldn’t do anything too damaging. The party had made its way outside, and people resumed their night of intoxication. Now that the inside of the house was completely destroyed, it was almost impossible to walk without stepping on shards of glass. The backyard was destined to the same fate as the interior of the house; the crowd already beginning to demolish the rest of the property.

You approached the cooler that was against the fence of the yard, and reached down to grab a beer. Taking a sip, you stood with your back to the rest of the people; desperate for a change in scenery for a brief moment. A few people occasionally bumped into you, only to instantly return to the raging sea of people.

Duff spotted a girl in a short black dress, and was greeted with a wave of relief and thrill. He had finally located the girl, and walked over in hopes that his needs would be taken care of. You were about to bend down for another beer, but were brought to a halt as you felt a hand smack your behind. Looking to slap whoever had put their hands on you, you planned on turning around and telling them off. You were prevented from doing so as you felt a pair of arms hug your waist from behind. Now being pulled into the chest of a man, you felt a warm breath on the side of your neck.

“Babe, I’ve been lookin’ for you everywhere,” he flirted, his voice soft and somewhat familiar.

You were too afraid to move. Not knowing what the man was capable of, you remained in his hold.

He nibbled at your neck while his hair brushed the side of your face, then continued, “Why don’t we go back in the house and…y'know, hang out in one of the bedrooms for a bit?”

His hands travelled up and down your sides, starting at your hips and then going up to the curve of your waist. You were quite frightened after hearing such obscene remarks, but after a moment your nerves were calmed as you were able to assign a face to the person who was holding you.

You yanked his arms off your sides and spun around to see his grin instantly fall as his expression turned aghast.

“Duff! What in the world do you thi-”

His hand flew to his forehead and he looked at you with an apologetic look in his eyes as he cut you off,

“Fuck. Y/N, I thought you were someone else. I didn’t mean to say any of that. Jesus Christ,” he uneasily explained.

“My God, Duff. Is that really how you pick up girls?” your face twisting in disgust as you asked him.

Duff was too embarrassed to defend himself against your provocation. His body rocked back and forth as he nervously attempted to construct a way to fix your current situation.

“Are you gonna tell Slash?” he inquired, his fear slowly beginning to build.

“You know I have to,” you laughed, amused by his worrying.

Your height preventing you from seeing over the crowd, you stood on your toes as you tried to locate Slash. You could hear Duff chuckle as he watched you jump up and down to get a better view.

“Ha ha very funny, Duff. Help me look for him you fucking giraffe,” you demanded.

“Y'know…I would, but I don’t think he’d take the news that well,” he chuckled, a smile on his face.

“Well then I guess I’ll find him myself,” you said as you submerged into the crowd.

Duff ran after you, shouting your name repeatedly as he tried to catch up.

“Y/N! Don’t tell him! He’ll beat the shit out of me!” He cried out, shoving people out of his way.

You suddenly fixed your eyes on a head of curls. He was leaning his arm against the fence as he stood with a group of about three people.

“Slash!” You cried out, stumbling as you walked in his direction.

The drinks you previously had were beginning to kick in, and you could feel yourself getting a bit tipsy. You failed at getting his attention, but you continued to walk towards him.

“Y/N, come on!” You heard Duff yell.

Finally catching up to you, he reached out his arm to try to pull you away, but you instantly lunged forward, falling into Slash’s chest.

“Woah, you ok babe?” Slash asked, helping you steady yourself.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I have to tell you something really funny but you have to promise you won’t get mad,” you smiled, looking up at him.

“I can’t make any promises, but what’s up?” He laughed, scrunching his eyebrows together in curiosity.

Duff had now run off in the opposite direction to hide from Slash. His height and his platinum blonde hair worked against him, and made him easily distinguishable among the crowd.

“Ok so Duff sorta came on to me but, it was an accident and he had me confused with some other girl,” you confessed, deliberately leaving out the rest of the details.

“Did he touch you?” He asked, his expression becoming more serious.

“Well, it was an accident…” You replied, putting your arms around his neck in an effort to calm him down.

“Y/N, what did he do?” He inquired, his face showing he was more concerned rather than angry.

“Don’t get mad, ok? He didn’t know.”

“Just tell me what he did, Y/N,” he repeated.

You suddenly felt very awkward. Slash looked at you intently, awaiting your response. You kept thinking of ways to word it without making it seem like Duff was the bad guy.

“He just…slapped my butt,” you replied uncomfortably, then continued, “and he hugged me from behind. That was it but it was an accident and I assumed you’d think it was funny,” you added, suspense starting to take over your mind.

“He touched your ass?” He said, his eyes now widening as he raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah but,”

“You better hope I don’t see that motherfucker Y/N because I wil-”

“You’ll what, Slash? Just leave it alone he didn’t mean to,” you insisted, defending Duff.

“I don’t want anyone touching you like that Y/N, especially anyone from my own band!”

“Just go talk to him! He said he was sorry,” you told him.

Slash was silent.

“Fine. Stay right here. I’ll go get him,” you sighed.

Finding Duff took barely any time at all. He looked at you, speculation taking over his face as you grabbed his hand and led him towards Slash. Duff stood in front of him, wishing there was something he could do to take back what he had done.

“Listen,” Duff began, “I didn’t mean anything by it, ok? I’m really sorry,” he apologized. “Are we good?” he asked, hoping his friend wouldn’t take the predicament too seriously.

“Yeah, we’re fine. Just ask next time,” Slash joked, putting his arm around you and pulling you to his side.

Completely in awe after his comment, you immediately pulled away from him and shoved him.

“Don’t be an asshole!” You reprimanded.

Walking away you heard the two of them laughing at your reaction, now fooling around as if nothing had happened.


Summary: When the team’s weekend plans are revealed Deeks and Kensi worry that they’ve become the “boring” couple at work. But maybe that’s not such a bad thing after all.

“Good morning.” Deeks trailed kisses down Kensi’s shoulder, reveling in the softness of her skin as she woke slowly.

“Mmmm…good morning,” she replied, refusing to open her eyes.

Deeks settled onto his side, tracing lazy patterns on her back with his fingertips. “It’s Monday.”

“I know.”

“We have to go to work.”

“Nooooo,” she moaned, burrowing deeper into her pillow.

“If we get up now we’ll have to time workout and get donuts,” he whispered in her ear.

“How about we skip the workout and just eat donuts?”

“Because then you’re going to look like a donut,” he told her, poking her side.

She cracked one eye to glare at him but didn’t move. “I don’t care. People love donuts.”

“True. I definitely do love donuts.” He leaned over and planted a kiss on her lips.

“You better.” Kensi slid a hand across his chest, raising herself onto her elbow and pressing her lips to his in a manner that was anything but chaste.

He responded immediately, his fingers tangling into her hair, pulling her body as close to his as he could manage while she stole the breath from his lungs.

“What if I told you that I knew a way we could stay in bed and workout at the same time?” he asked.

“Really?” she looked skeptical.

“Oh yeah. This is a very special kind of partner workout.”

His lips claimed hers again and things were just getting interesting when she put a hand on his chest and pushed him away. “Wait, wait!”

He stilled immediately.

“Will we still have time for donuts?”

He grinned. “Definitely. And the harder we work out, the more donuts we can eat.”

She rolled on top of him. “I’m in.”

As they wandered into the mission two hours later Deeks pinched his girlfriend’s butt and she swatted his hand away playfully. “Stop that! We’re at work.”

“That’s not what you said last week in the burn room,” he whispered.

“Morning!” Callen called, effectively putting an end to their private moment.

“Good morning.” Kensi set a box of donuts on his desk. “Breakfast is served.”

“Well thank you,” Callen replied, taking one and munching on it as he leaned back in his chair.

“Morning.” Sam appeared, a smile across his face.

“Well you’re looking chipper this morning,” Deeks observed. “Somebody had a good weekend.”

“Amazing,” Sam told them as he settled at his desk. “Michelle and I took a redeye to Hawaii. Did some snorkeling, hiking, cave diving. Ate the best shrimp of my life. No kids,” he glanced toward the staircase and lowered his voice, “no Hetty. Best weekend ever.”

“Wow, a weekend of fun and adventure. Well done,” Callen commented.

“And what’d you do this weekend?” Sam asked. “Sit around eating cold pizza in your underwear?”

“Please,” Callen scoffed. “I bought a new car.”

“Seriously?” Deeks asked as he added milk to his coffee.

“Didn’t even know you were looking G,” Sam said.

“I wasn’t. But it was a great deal. Surround sound, Bluetooth wireless, seat warmers, automatic start…”

“What do you need automatic start for in California?” Kensi asked.

“You never know when you might need to make a quick getaway,” Callen said.

“Who’s making a quick getaway?” Eric asked as he hopped down the stairs.

“Callen bought a new car,” Deeks said.

“Nice.” Eric nodded appreciatively. “Nell and I went to this Speakeasy that you need a secret code to get into. Everybody in there was dressed in steampunk garb. It was amazing.”

“It totally was,” Nell chimed in as she joined them. “They asked us to come back and perform on the regular.”

“Our karaoke duet of Light My Candle will be spoken about in hushed tones for many years to come,” Eric proclaimed.

“Sounds like a blast,” Callen told them.

“Just because it’s not your idea of a fun weekend, doesn’t mean it wasn’t amazing,” Nell informed him.

“That is true,” Sam said with a laugh.

“How about you guys?” Eric asked. “What did you do this weekend?”

Kensi and Deeks glanced at each other. “Uh, well, we…just watched some Netflix. Ordered some pizza,” Kensi said.

“No big plans? No adventures?” Callen asked.

“Well, I mean, the finer points of our weekend can’t be shared in polite company,” Deeks said quickly, flashing Kensi a grin, while she glared at him.

“And we’d rather you not,” Sam grunted.

Nell put a hand on Kensi’s shoulder. “It sounds like you guys had a nice, quiet weekend at home.”

“Yeah, we did,” Kensi said slowly.

“All right everyone we have work to do,” Hetty appeared from nowhere, encouraging them all up the staircase.

“What’d you do this weekend, Hetty?” Sam asked.

“Well Mr. Hanna, I spent most of my weekend visiting an old friend in New York taking in some shows. Stephen knows all of the best little hole in the wall places for dim sum.”

“Stephen…” Deeks said slowly. “Not, Stephen Sondheim?”

“One and the same Mr. Deeks,” Hetty told him as they stepped into Ops. “We had quite the adventures back in our day. But enough of that. Onto the task at hand.”

Kensi pulled the car to a stop and turned off the ignition.

“You’re quiet. You all right?” Deeks asked.


Deeks waited. “You sure?”

Kensi sighed and turned so she could look at him directly. “Are we… …boring?”

“Oh god, you felt that too?!” Deeks cried.

“Yes! What the hell? When did it become a rule that you had to have an exciting, thrill seeking adventure every single weekend?”

“I mean, we do plenty of fun stuff all the time!”

“Definitely. We are not boring.”

“So not boring.”

“I mean, it has been awhile since we went out on a weekend,” Kensi said slowly.

“Right, but we’ve been busy,” Deeks pointed out. “And we like our weekends at home.”



They got out of the car and started toward the house. “Remember when we went to Mammoth the weekend after we got together?” Kensi asked.

“Oh, I remember,” Deeks said with a grin. “It’s one of my top five vacations with you. Although the trip to the Bahamas is definitely my favorite.”

“You just like that one because my top came off in the ocean,” Kensi said dryly.

“That definitely puts it at number one, yeah.”

“I liked the time we went hiking and it poured rain.”

“You only like that one because my pants ripped and I had to hike down the mountain in my boxers!”

She smirked. “Definitely puts it at number one.” Her smile faded. “God, maybe we are boring.”

“No, no we’re not,” Deeks protested.

“Deeks. The last time we left the house on a weekend, it was to get toilet cleaner and paper towels. What happened to us?”

He winced. “Yeah, okay. Maybe we are boring.”

“Damn it! How did this happen?!”

“I don’t know! Don’t look at me!”

“There are a lot of things I want to be in this life but boring is not one of them!”

“Well it’s not like I want to be boring either!” Deeks rapped on the door of the house they were visiting.

“God, we used to be so exciting. Back when we were sneaking around, nobody knew we were dating.”

“They all knew.”

“But we didn’t know that they knew! It was exciting and fun and…” Kensi let her head fall back against the wall. “We’re old. We’re old and boring, and there’s nothing we can do about it.”

“Might as well dig our graves and shove us in. I just thought we had more time,” Deeks said dramatically.

She punched him. “I’m serious!”

“I am too!”

There was muffled yelling from inside the house and they immediately reached for their weapons. “Ready?” Deeks asked.

Kensi nodded and he kicked in the door. “NCIS!”

Glass shattered as someone went out a back window. “I’m on it!” Deeks yelled.

He charged out the door in time to see someone scaling the fence in the backyard. “Shit.”

He jumped, grunting when his shirt caught on the wall and he felt his flesh tear. His feet hit the dirt on the other side and in the second it took him to get his bearings someone knocked him to the ground, the breath leaving his lungs in a rush as his gun flew out of his hand. A guy landed on top of him, a big, beefy, smelly guy and Deeks barely got his hands up in time to keep from getting pummeled in the face.

They scuffled the guy’s knee finding Deeks’ ribs. He grunted and this time didn’t get his hands up, taking a hit directly to his face. Spots danced in his vision and he twisted, flipping them over so he had the upper hand. He managed to get in one good punch before the guy got him with a foot to the stomach.

He rolled off, gasping in pain as the other guy got to his feet. Deeks drove into him with his shoulder, knocking him down once more. This time he managed to get his attacker onto his stomach. “Stay down,” he wheezed, reaching for his handcuffs.

“Get off me!”

Deeks shoved a knee into the man’s spine. “I said stay down.”

He got to his feet, wincing as he began to feel the pain of his injuries. Blood seeped from a cut in his side and he could feel the left side of his face starting to swell. It also kind of hurt to breathe. “We literally just wanted to talk to you man. Why’d you have to be like that?”

“I’m not talking to no pigs!”

Deeks hauled him to his feet, not feeling bad at all when the guy stumbled. “Get up. Let’s go.”

He marched him around to the front of the house where Kensi was waiting, her suspect sitting on the curb. “What happened to you?” she asked in concern.

“Me? What happened to you?” Deeks asked taking in her fat lip and the trails of blood flowing from cuts on her arms and legs.

“Someone didn’t feel like chatting with her mouth. She wanted to do it with a knife instead,” Kensi glared at the offending woman.

“Yeah well my new special friend over here used his fists so I can’t honestly say we had a much better time,” he examined an especially nasty cut on her arm. “That looks like it might need stitches.”

“And you might need a tetanus shot.” She lifted up the hem of his tattered shirt and looked at the wound there.


Hours later Deeks winced and barely stifled a moan as Kensi pressed an ice pack on his face. “Ow.”

“Yeah, right back at ya.” She eased back onto the couch gingerly, holding her own ice pack to her lip.

“One of those things you never get used to. Running after bad guys, fine. Searching dumpsters, not a problem. Dead body in an alley, just a Tuesday. But getting the crap beat out of you never, ever gets any easier,” Deeks said with a sigh.

“Definitely not.” She looked at him. “Your stitches okay?”

He looked down at the white gauze covering his side. “For now. Yours?”

She checked her arm. “Yep.” She snuggled against his side, careful not to put pressure on any of his bandages or her own. “How many other couples do you think sit around comparing battle wounds after a day at the office?”

“I’m going to take a wild guess here and say not too many. Maybe Mr. and Mrs. Smith. James Bond and whoever he took home tonight.”

“So we’re in good company then?”

“Definitely. A small but elite group of ass-kickers, saving the world and taking the consequences.”

“Well at least our day job’s not boring.”

They settled into silence, the TV providing mindless background noise.  Kensi felt herself getting drowsy. “I think I kind of like being boring with you,” she said quietly.

Deeks smiled, interlocking his fingers with hers as she snuggled even closer. “Yeah, me too.”

By - @chicgeekgirl89chicgeekgirl89

untitled zarry fic

summary: anyone else remember when harry and zayn attended the same party in early 2016? cos i do. this is a little zarry something, very loosely based on canon.
rating: explicit
word count: 2,864
warnings: just some references to drug use and drinking, and a little bit of angry sex, but it’s Nothing Major.
a/n: this is a birthday gift for my buddie Alison/@elaric, HAPPY BIRTHDAY I LOVE YOU AND I HOPE YOU’RE HAVING AN AMAZING TIME!!!!! also, this is based on this post by @wepush, who graciously allowed me to piggyback off their idea to create this :)

By the time Harry’s drinking catches up with him he’s nearly three sheets to the wind, leaning up against the open bar while some up-and-coming songwriter prattles on in his ear about working her way up and networking and it’s been interesting, but Harry’s not really listening.  

He’s been focused on Zayn since the second he walked into the room.  

Harry’s sure Zayn’s noticed his staring at least once or twice, but the most he’s gotten in return was a blank stare and a cold shoulder to match the one Harry’d been ready to give.

He’s annoying himself with how fixated he’s become on Zayn. He honestly hadn’t thought about him in weeks, months, and now, simply trying to share a room with him has become unbearable.  

“I’m sorry,” Harry says, giving a polite nod to Amy or Ashley, whatever her name is, and pulling out his cell. “I’ve got to give my mum a call. Promised I would.”

She makes a strange cooing sound and dismisses him with a wave of her hand, telling him something about getting in touch with him via email. He smiles and turns away, shoving his phone back into his pocket before heading to the restroom.  

Changing his mind, he switches his course and heads for the open doors that let out onto the crowded patio outside. He leans up against the railing that fences the property, staring out at the twinkling nightlife of Los Angeles as the after party rages on behind him.  

He picks up his phone again, thumbing through his voicemails and scrolling down to the last time Zayn called him. Three months ago. They haven’t actually spoken in so long, years, but that doesn’t stop Zayn from calling him when he’s partied too hard or gone too long without a decent night’s sleep. Harry pushes on Zayn’s latest voicemail, holding his breath as he brings the phone up to his ear.

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Title: Riding the Horseman

Length: 2,545 words

Rating: M

Warnings: smut! lots of smut

Pairing: Warren Worthington III x Reader

Original Request: You have inspired me… maybe one warren x reader where he takes you to see Metallica live and you end un making love somewhere near the arena where you can still hear the music? Please it would make me very happy ★-★

A/N: for my dear @blood-on-my-french-fries You waited much too long for this one. This is hardercore than I have posted before. Please enjoy.

“Baby, are you ready to go yet?” you heard your boyfriend call as you finished applying your lipstick. You dabbed at the edges and made sure none of it was left on your teeth as it dried. Thank God for lipstains. “Babe! Come on I don’t want to be late for the concert!” he called again and you rolled your eyes.

“I’ll be out in five minutes!” you called back at Warren through the door. You could hear his newly refeathered wings moving against the wall.

“You said that ten minutes ago!” he claimed. He looked down at his watch to confirm it. “We gotta get flying soon or we’ll be late!”

“Well, this takes time!” you protested as you checked your reflection again. Even you had to admit you looked amazing.

“Babe, you would look beautiful in a clown suit, now can we please go!? I don’t want to miss the opening act!” you huffed.

“Okay! I’m coming out.” You opened the door and looked at him. Warren was dressed in a leather jacket he loved that you had gotten him for Christmas last year, black semi-tight jeans, his black ass kicker boots as you called them, and a white t shirt. You let out a low whistle as you admired him.

“Gonna have to keep an eye on all the girls at the show, they’re gonna want a piece of you tonight.” You giggled as his hands wrapped around your waist.

“You’re one to talk…” he looked you up and down. You wore a dark purple jean skirt with a diamond studded belt, a cropped leather jacket, high heeled leather boots, and a Metallica tube top showing off yours assets. You could practically see him drooling. He leaned down and kissed you like he was starving. You gently pushed him off.

“Save it until after the concert Angel Face.” You said allowing him one last kiss and a squeeze of your ass. “Remember? You’re the one who bitched about us being late.” You fixed your skirt.

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s head out.” Warren spread his wings as you ran over to open the large window. Outside the sky was clear, dark, and beautiful. He scooped you up bridal style as he took off. He soared higher and higher into the full moonlit night towards the city. You wrapped an arm around his neck feeling a breeze run through your hair. The world below looked incredible. No wonder he loved flying so much. You left a kiss on his tattooed cheekbone.

You had been skeptical at first when he told you about Metallica performing in the city. He told you a month ago he could get you both in but you had never been to a concert before and had no idea what to expect. You liked the band. Warren was the one who got you into Metallica in the first place, but you weren’t sure you could hang with his crowd. Eventually he wore you down and you agreed to go. You couldn’t wait to hear them play.

Within 15 minutes you saw the arena and it was already packed. You weren’t surprised when Warren didn’t fly near the ticket checkers.

“Make us invisible, babe.” You gave him a knowing look. That was your mutation. You kissed him and focused on the both of your forms making you both invisible. It wasn’t actually invisibility. You just blended into your surroundings. When he would say, make us invisible, he meant blend you into the sky and 9.99 times out of 10 it works. In this case it worked as you two flew over and circled the arena looking for a place to land. Warren finally spotted a place and touched down near the backstage and you both held hands as you made your way into the crowd. People parted and let you pass, mostly because of Warren’s wings. He kept his wings low as not to obstruct anyone’s vision of the band.

The crowd was already loud and getting rowdier as the anticipation got worse. Warren wrapped both arms and wings around you like shield to keep you protected. He held on tight and then let out a shout of joy as who you guessed was the band appeared on stage. You could see the grin on Warren’s face as he looked to the stage. The crowd surged forward in a wave like motion and the show began. You hadn’t seen Warren having so much fun in a long time. You held onto his arms and enjoyed the show.

It was almost an hour and a half into the show when you felt everything change. You were pressed close against him. You could feel his heartbeat elevate, his breathing increase, and then, with no warning, you felt him pressing hard against your ass. Maybe you should go to more metal concerts.

You craned your neck and looked him in the eye. His pupils were dilated and his hands griped your hips tighter. He pulled you closer so he could grind against your ass and you let out a gasp that was lost in the noise. He licked the edge of your ear and you shivered. If anyone around you noticed anything they didn’t let on. He kissed down your ear to your neck and bit down hard making you cry out. Everything was lost in the noise of the crowd and band. When his fingers brushed over your inner thigh you knew what was coming and it made you wet with anticipation.

Ignoring the angry sounds everyone else made, he gripped you tightly in his arms, spread his wings, and took off above the crowd. He flew, biting into your neck the whole time, and finally found a new spot to land. You could still hear the band playing as you landed in a fenced off, secluded area behind the arena the concert was in. You heard the familiar tune of “Enter Sandman” begin to play as you landed. Warren had you shoved against the fence and his lips were on yours, tongue in your mouth, and his hands wound into your hand and sliding between your knees. He was damn near drunk. Who knew metal music had this effect on him!

You moaned as his hand slipped under your skirt and he practically growled against your skin when he discovered you were wearing no underwear.

“Bad girl…” he whispered in your ear. “Trying to drive me crazy?” He buried his face into your neck nipping at your soft skin and his fingers moved inside you making you wetter than ever. He withdrew and pulled you away from the fence. He shoved you back first into a brick wall and began unzipping his jeans. He pressed back against you kissing you again and pulling down your top and bra exposing your breasts to him. He attacked one breast not being gentle in the slightest and kneaded the other in his hands. Your moans only fueled his fire as one of your hands tugged at his hair while the other gripped his shoulder scratching down his back. He threw off his jacket and yanked yours down. You parted for a second as the song changed from “Enter Sandman” to “Master of Puppets”.

You grinned at him and dropped to your knees. The hard cement dug into your skin but you ignored it. You finished unzipping his jeans and released his throbbing manhood from the confines. You looked up at him with innocent eyes as you shoved him against the wall. You gripped his cock in your hands stroking him a few times before licking his very tip. Then you took his right into your mouth. The sounds he made as you sucked him were enough to drive you crazy. You kept going letting your tongue do most of the work. When you would pull away your fingers would stroke along the bottom part of his shaft where he was the most sensitive. You felt his hand wrap into your hair and he pulled making you gasp with pleasure. You liked your hair pulled. You played with him a little more and then sank your mouth back onto his throbbing cock. You kept going until you knew he was about to go over the edge.

“No!” He pushed you back and you looked up at him. He hit his knees and kissed you again. “My turn.” He grabbed his jacket and threw it down before laying you down above it. If he was anything he was considerate. He yanked your skirt up bunching it around your waist. He bit down your stomach and chest until he hit his destination. You held your breath and nearly screamed as you felt his tongue plunge into you. He flipped your legs onto his shoulders and his fingers dug into your thighs hard enough to leave bruises as his tongue moved inside you again.

“…God! Warren! Don’t stop…” you begged as you felt yourself getting closer. He drank your juices like he was a dying man in the desert. “I can’t! I-” He always loved how you tasted on his tongue. He needed to hear how much you begged and how much you screamed when he ate you out. He didn’t stop until he felt the pull on his curly blonde hair and your lower half spasm as you climaxed beneath him. You screamed his name and your eyes rolled back seeing the full moon above you both. It was the only light in the dark.

He released your legs and pulled himself back up to his knees. He smiled as your juices dripped down his chin. It was probably the sexiest and most obscene thing you had ever seen. He climbed back above you leaving a long, deep kiss on your lips. You felt him at your entrance and you cried out as he rammed into you.

“Warren!” you yelled unable to hold it in aware you could be caught any moment. He rocked into you losing the feeling that was you around him. You were tight and hot and he couldn’t stop himself. He thrusted inside you going to the hilt as deep as he could get. You screamed beneath him as he hit a particularly amazing spot and he grinned. Warren grunted as he slid inside you again and again as hard as he could. Then, you both heard it. The song ended and you heard the intro to the band’s song “The Four Horsemen”. How appropriate. You grabbed him by the shirt and then flipped the switch.

By the last breath of the fourth winds blow 
Better raise your ears 
The sound of hooves knocks at your door 
Lock up your wife and children now 
It’s time to wield the blade 
For now you have got some company 

He hated being on his back when you had sex because it put too much painful pressure on the base of his wings. But you did it anyway. You pulled him up into a sitting position against the brick wall. His head was pressed against the brick but he didn’t even feel it. All he felt was you grind against him before sinking back onto his cock.

The Horsemen are drawing nearer 
On the leather steeds they ride 
They have come to take your life 
On through the dead of night 
With the four Horsemen ride 
Or choose your fate and die 

He watched you face as you sank down. Your face twisted and you let out a sigh mixed with a gasp as you came down on him. You muttered a string of curse words and he reached out to play with your breasts again. He latched back onto one and you held onto his hair.

You have been dying since the day 
You were born 
You know it has all been planned 
The quartet of deliverance rides 
A sinner once a sinner twice 
No need for confession now 
‘Cause now you have got the fight of your life 

The Horsemen are drawing nearer 
On the leather steeds they ride 
They have come to take your life 
On through the dead of night 
With the four Horsemen ride 
Or choose your fate and die 

“Fuck…babe…FUCK!” he yelled as you rode him hard. You kept going to the beat of the song never letting up as you came a second time. His stamina could last for hours but you were determined. You heard the solo and kept going. You grabbed his shoulder and the wall for balance. You sent yourself down as hard as you could feel him build up again. You completely lost yourself in the feeling of him inside you. You couldn’t stop. Not when you were both so close.

Has taken its toll on you 
The lines that crack your face 
Your body it has torn through 
Withered in every place 
For what you have had to endure 
And what you have put others through 
Deliverance for you for sure 
There is nothing you can do 

So gather round young warriors now 
And saddle up your steeds 
Killing scores with demon swords 
Now is the death of doers of wrong 
Swing the judgment hammer down 
Safely inside armor blood guts and sweat 

The Horsemen are drawing nearer 
On the leather steeds they ride 
They have come to take your life 
On through the dead of night 
With the four Horsemen ride 
Or choose your fate and die

You slammed onto him again and again as the song ended. Finally, the finals chords played and you slammed down for the last time. He came with a loud groan that sent you over the edge yourself. You both rode it out as he came inside you. You sat on him, still breathing hard, the music ended and the crowd cheered. You both smiled at each other and he kissed you again.

“Shall we head home?” he asked as you fixed your shirt. He helped you off of him and you fixed your skirt. You could feel fluids running down your thighs as you smiled at him. He stood up, dusted himself off, and picked up both of your jackets. He threw yours to you and he tucked himself back into his jeans. He fixed his jacket and zipped it. Once you two were sufficiently covered he beckoned you over. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply pouring as much love as you could into the kiss.

“Only if you’re staying in my room tonight.” You smiled. You could hear the crowd begging for an encore. “We should have an encore of our own.”

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” he asked as his wings began flapping. You two lifted into the air.

“Not yet today.” You teased.

“I love you. I love you with everything I have. You fixed me when I was broken and you gave me love I thought I would never feel. So long as I got you, I know I’m a better person.”

“Don’t you worry Angel Face, I’m not going anywhere.” You whispered as he held you close flying in the direction of the mansion. In the direction of home.

Hit ‘Em Where It Hurts

A/N: I saw this post and couldn’t help writing this right away. It doesn’t follow the prompt completely but hope you like it @rinnship ;) This also includes Aria from SLYMI but its not required reading. Hope you enjoy!

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Hit ‘Em Where It Hurts

“Run those numbers by me again,” Rae Nelson said, mobile held to her ear. She held her pen at the ready and started making notes. Seconds later, the door burst open, fourteen-year old Aria tumbling through. Rae dropped the phone at the sight of tears streaming down her face. Before she could say anything, Aria ran from the room, sprinting up the stairs. Rae fumbled for the phone.

Shit–Drew, I’ll call you back,” Rae ignored his next words, tapping the end button before heading for the stairs. Rae could hear Aria’s cries from the staircase and felt her heart constrict. What in the bloody hell happened?

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Jack The Horse vs Vasquez

“Who’s Daddy’s special boy?” Josh cooed to Jack, his prized widow maker of a horse, as he offered him another carrot.

“You are. That’s who.” He rubbed under the animal’s chin and patted his shoulder before grabbing his brush back up to finish grooming him.

Vasquez came back from the livery stable after caring for his own mount, stopping to watch Josh pamper his demon stead.

“That horse lives better than most men, eh?” He remarked, leaning against the corral fence.

Josh rubbed Jack’s nose, turning to look at his Mexican comrade.

“This is no ordinary horse, my friend.” He said with a proud smile plastered on his face. “He’s a decorated veteran. A war horse. Carried soldiers at Bull Run, Antietam, and Fredericksburg.”

Vasquez raised an eyebrow.

“What?” Josh asked. “It’s true. Cross my heart.”

“Hm. Did the traveling bronco vendedor tell you that, cabron?” Vas sent a smart ass smirk his way.

“I don’t think I like what your gettin’ at, mister.” Josh frowned.

“He doesn’t behave like a soldier.” Vasquez stated.

Josh turned and walked up to the fence, Jack following him like a loyal old dog would.

“I see what your deal is, amigo.” He grinned at Vasquez, reaching his arm under Jack’s neck and rubbing the fur on the other side.

“You do, huh?” Vas scoffed.

“Yeah. I do.” Joshua confirmed.

“Tell me then, cabron.” Vasquez challenged him. “What is my deal?”

“You’re jealous.” Josh said, smirking.

“Jealous? Of what?” Vas asked with a frown.

“Of my handsome boy, here.” Joshua replied, rubbing down Jack’s face.

Vasquez cursed under his breath.

“I’m right ain’t I?” Josh grinned triumphantly.

“No you’re not.” Vas growled. “Why would I be jealous of that horse?”

“Well I can’t say for sure.” Josh shrugged. “But I wouldn’t worry yourself too much. Nothin’ you can do about it anyway.”

“Why you say that, huh?” Vasquez asked him with a frown.

“Look, I’m sorry to say it, muchacho, but Jack here will always be this cowboy’s numero uno.” Josh replied, kissing Jack a pat and kiss on the nose.

“Really, Guero?” Vas raised an eyebrow.

“That’s right.” Josh confirmed with a nod.

“Even I if did this?” He didn’t give Josh any time to think. Before the gambler could do anything else Vasquez had grabbed him by the vest and pulled him up against the fence, smashing their mouths together.

Josh made a noise of surprise as he was kissed, but he had no further objections.

Jack, however, wasn’t having any of it. If either Josh or Vasquez had been paying attention they would’ve seen him angrily lay his ears back against his head, and disaster could have probably been avoided.

The jealous stallion squealed as he lunged forward and chomped down on Vasquez’s arm.

“Mierda!” Vas cursed, yanking back immediately, and actually shoving Josh as he tried to escape. He managed to pull free but Jack ended up taking a piece of his shirt sleeve.

“Jack….” Josh frowned at his horse. “Now why the hell’d ya have to go and do somethin’ like that?” He ducked under the fence and approached Vasquez, who was clutching his bleeding left arm and cursing in pain.

“He gotcha pretty good huh?” Josh gritted his teeth. “Here. Let me see.”

Vas uncovered the wound to let Josh look at it. Jack hadn’t done as much damage as he could have. That was a blessing at least.

“At least he didn’t take a chunk out. Just marked ya up a little.” Josh observed, looking over the bite marks Jack had left on Vasquez’s forearm.

“Stupid horse!” Vas growled, glaring over at Jack, who was still watching from the fence.

“Hey now, don’t be like that.” Josh frowned. “He thought you were tryin’ to hurt me is all….Now come on, amigo. Let’s go get this cleaned up.” He put an arm across Vasquez’s shoulders and led him away from the corral.

Jack snorted after them, throwing his head around and pawing the ground.

Vas turned back to him, throwing an ugly glare.