he shoved him against a fence

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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@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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First Aid

wisteria@laughing-baubo

“Don’t y’all wreck my wisteria!” Sue hollers from the back door. 

“We won’t, Mama,” Link calls.

“Race ya to the fence,” Rhett says. Before Link can react, he takes off.

“Hey, wait! No fair!”

Link sprints after him, but at ten Rhett’s legs are nearly twice as long as his, and he’s across the property and at the back garden before Link can catch up. They slam into the back fence in a rain of honeysuckle blossoms, sending the blackberries rustling and the muscadines swinging.

From the house comes a faint yell: “Hey! I heard that!”

They collapse together, red-faced and winded, sliding down the fence until their butts hit the clover and they clap both hands over their mouths to stifle the giggles.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble,” Link says.

“This ain’t the wisteria,” Rhett replies. He stretches his legs out, two skinny white sticks in the grass, and wipes his forehead. “It’s gettin harder to beat you.”

“I been runnin the track. You ain’t always gonna be bigger than me.”

“You wanna bet?”

Rhett shoves him and they start to wrestle against the fence, laughing, until Link gasps and pulls back his hand. On one fingertip is a tiny drop of blood, pricked by a blackberry bramble.

Link turns pale.

Rhett sticks an elbow in his ribs. “Hey man. Hey. That ain’t nothin. Look.” He turns and sticks his own hand into the bush, aimed right at a thorn, and holds up a matching pricked finger. “See?”

Link stares at the blood, and his lower lip quivers. Rhett grabs his hand and squeezes it, pumps it up and down in an exaggerated handshake. The two blood drops smear together and disappear. Link looks up at him and grins. 

Rhett drops his hand, then picks a stray muscadine off the ground and eats it. Link wrinkles his nose in disgust, and they both laugh. 

Scrambling to his feet, Link says: “Race ya to the wisteria.”

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.

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.

Time 
Has taken its toll on you 
The lines that crack your face 
Famine 
Your body it has torn through 
Withered in every place 
Pestilence 
For what you have had to endure 
And what you have put others through 
Death 
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.

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.

Overprotective/jealous Opie

The bike roared to a stop outside the high school where you worked as a teacher. You unwrapped your arms from your Old Man’s waist and got off the bike. You passed him back the helmet and kissed him. You were interrupted by a wolf whistle.

“Lookin’ good Mrs Winston!” One of your students called out.

You heard your husband growl softly and put a hand on his cheat to calm him down.

“Stop it,” you said to Opie and then turned to the student. “Get to class!”

Opie was frowning deeply as he watched the student leave. “I’m not gonna let him talk to you like that, I-”

“Ope!” You cut him off from his rant before he could really start.

“He’s my student.”

“I don’t care! He can’t talk to you like you’re a piece of meat!” Opie raged. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“He wasn’t; he was just being a teenage boy.” You reassured him.

“Whatever,” Opie said and leaned in to kiss you again. “If he tries anything on you I’ll cut his head off.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you smiled. “Get to your Club tough guy.”

Opie smiled at you and revved his engine a few times to show off before he drove off.

You shook your head at his antics as you made your way to the classroom.

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“I’ll see you next week Mrs. Winston.” The same student from earlier said. Opie saw him wink at you as you approached your waiting husband.

Infuriated, Opie got off of the bike and strode over to the kid with wide, angry stomps.

“Hey!” He shouted to get the student’s attention.

“Jesus Christ.” you muttered and rushed over to Opie before he could get himself into too much trouble.

Opie grabbed the teen by the back of his hoodie and shoved him up against a chainlink fence, his forearm pressed tight to the other boy’s throat.

“Dude, chill!” the student rasped out, trying to breath as Opie was blocking his air supply.

“Why are you winking at my wife, huh?” Opie spat in the boy’s face.

“Because!”

“Because why?!” Opie pushed harder. The guy was starting to turn blue.

“She’s hot okay? God, I’m not going to touch your wife I swear, I’ll stop!” He yelled out, trying to shove Opie off of him but the biker was too strong.

Opie leaned in to whisper into the kid’s ear one last warning.

“If I find out you’re talking to her like that again, I’ll cut off your favourite appendage and send it to your mother, gift-wrapped.”

The teen gulped and nodded. Opie let him go as you reached them. The boy ran off before you got a chance to say anything to him but you turned to Opie and punched him in the shoulder.

“Ow! What?!” he exclaimed.

“What the hell Opie! You can’t just attack one of my students like that!”

“He deserved it.” Opie argued.

“No he didn’t, you were just being a jealous bas-”

“Yeah, I was! Okay? I was jealous.”

“Of a teenage boy?” You asked with a slight smirk.

“Yeah,” your Old Man shrugged. “I’m always afraid that you’re going to leave me for someone else. Someone younger; someone with more money; someone whose life isn’t as dangerous as mine.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him tight.

“I don’t want any of those things, Ope. I want you,” you stood on your toes to kiss him and he snaked his arms around your waist to hold you there.

“Don’t be jealous, baby,” you told him when you broke apart (a crowd had started to gather). You walked hand in hand back to his Harley but before you got on the bike, you pressed a kiss to his cheek and told him one last time; “I’m your girl.“

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A Difficult Choice - Part 2

Masterlist

Pairing: Stiles x Theo x Reader

Summary: Stiles is jealous that you spend so much time with Theo despite being told over and over again that his dangerous. And does everything he can to get you to see that Theo isn’t the one for you.

Side Note: I hope people don’t mind that I’m using these gifs again ahaha.


You woke up with a terrible headache, it was probably due to the lack of sleep last night. Every time you tried to close your eyes it all came back in one big flashback, Theo kissing you as well as Stiles confessing his feelings. Your mind wouldn’t shut off and in turn you woke up even more exhausted than when you went to sleep.

While others might love the idea of two guys fighting for her, you didn’t. Because in the end someone’s heart always ended up broken. And that’s exactly what you had to do, you either broke your best friends heart Stiles, or you broke Theo’s heart or the third was to break your own and walk away from the two. It doesn’t matter how many times you go over every possibility in your head, the conclusion is always the same. It always ends with pain for someone and guilt for another.

Dragging yourself out of bed you went to the bathroom to wash up. While you were brushing your teeth, your phone beeped. Spitting out the toothpaste and splashing water on your face, you picked up the phone and Scott had left you a message. It read:

Meet me at the hospital - Scott

Those words weren’t ones you wanted to see flash across your screen so putting your hair in a messy bun, you grabbed the car keys and headed to the hospital fearing the worst. Running through the double doors you spotted Scott sitting on the chairs.

“Is everything okay?” you asked.

He stood up and lead you up the hallway, stopping outside a closed door. “Lydia is here for a check up. Her mum wanted to make sure she was alright after everything that happened in Echien” he explained.

Breathing a sign of relief that it wasn’t anything major and no one was badly injured, you looked around noticing that Stiles wasn’t here, “Where’s Stiles? I thought he would be with you?” you asked slightly confused.

Scott shifted nervously from one foot to another, noticing this sudden movement you gave him a questioning look. “Scott what’s going on?”.

“Stiles is on the roof”.

“What is he doing on the hospital roof?” you asked even more confused than when this conversation begun.

"Theo called him”.

Your heartbeat sped up that much faster when Scott said those words, pretty sure that you already knew the answer you asked anyway. “Why did Theo call him?”.

“I think we both know why” Scott answered.

Leaving Scott behind you felt guilty, but Stiles and Theo alone together wasn’t going to end well. And you just hoped that your legs were quick enough to reach the roof before anything happened that one of them would regret.

“Why did you call me up here Theo?” Stiles asked clearly not impressed.

“I want you to back off, just let Y/N be happy with me” he said.

Stiles rolled his eyes, “ What makes you think she would be happy with you?”

“You had your chance Stiles, but then I come along and suddenly you have to tell Y/N how you feel? We both know why you did it.” he stated, moving closer towards Stiles trying to intimidate him.

“She won’t choose you Theo, pretty soon she’ll see how toxic you are for her and she’ll walk away”.

Now they were nose to nose, “I see someone’s jealous . Your just afraid because she doesn’t give a damn what you and the rest of the pack thinks. That’s why her being with me affects you so much, because none of you can control the way she thinks.”

“You’re delusional Raeken, stay away from her. She deserves better than a failure like you”. Stiles spat those words out like venom.

Theo was getting angry, “Watch your tongue Stilinski” he threatened.

Stiles was feeling cocky and brave, “Or what? If you hurt me Y/N won’t forgive you”.

“She needs a man Stiles are clearly that isn’t you”.

The rooftop door opened and you walked into. Your eyes adverted to the scene in front of you, tension could be felt instantly between Stiles and Theo and what happened next was completely unexpected. Stiles grabbed Theo by the collar and shoved him up against the wire fence. “Stiles stop!” you yelled praying that he would listen.

Of course none of them would stop and in a matter of seconds Theo took the power of control back, and slammed Stiles against the wire fence which he was pressed against not too long ago. “Theo!” you shouted.

This was getting way out of hand and someone was most likely going to get hurt. So now you were the one taking control and stepped in the middle of them two.

“Enough! Both of you need to stop right now”. Both of them were still high on anger and staying in between these two was the safest option, considering they looked like they were ready to tear the other one apart. And fearing that Theo would win thanks to his supernatural advantage, didn’t help the situation.

“What is the matter with you two?” you asked, looking from one boy to the another.

“He can’t have you Y/N” Stiles spoke.

“Speak for yourself Stilinski” Theo replied.

“Guys! Okay clearly this needs to be dealt with, but fighting on a rooftop isn’t the way to go”.

Both of them looked down, this was so much harder than you anticipated. You had no idea how this was going to go, but all you knew was your mind was made up.

“There is no point in being angry at another…because I’ve made up my mind”.

Theo and Stiles turned to you and they were eager to know which one of them you would pick.

“Who is it Y/N, Me or Theo?” Stiles asked you.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you walked closer to the exit. Standing in front of them, while both of them stared back at you. “It’s neither Stiles” you said.

“What!?” they both shouted.

“I can’t choose, and I’m not going to hurt either one of you. Stiles you’re one of my best friends, I can’t lose you. And Theo I’m not risking our friendship, I won’t do it.”

Theo stepped forward and grabbed your hands, “Babygirl listen to me, don’t do this. I know that you’re trying to do the right thing by everyone. But how is this fair when the your the one getting hurt?”. Stiles was looking at you and Theo from where he was standing, his eyes not leaving you.

“Even though I don’t particularly like Theo, I have to agree Y/N. How is it okay for you to walk away the only one hurt?”. Stiles said

“Because I can live with this decision, but I couldn’t live with knowing I hurt one of the two most important people in my life” You glanced at Theo, “Please respect my decision” you said to him knowing full well he was already devising some way to get you to change your mind.

Not wanting to stay any longer, you let of of Theo’s hand and walked through the exit door. You love both of them, sure in different ways but you still love them and there was no way that you could choose even if you had too. It was better off this way, even if that wasn’t true that was what you had to believe in for this to hurt less.

A Real Goddamn Gentlemen (Negan P4)

Title: A Real Goddamn Gentlemen (Negan P4)
Pairing: Reader/Negan, Reader/Daryl
Summary: Reader volunteers to go into Negan’s compound willingly to get inside information. Eventual Negan smut. Implied feelings between Reader and Daryl.
Words: 3,575
Warnings: Language, SMUT, unprotected sex
Author’s Notes: Again, if I forgot anyone in the tags, let me know!

Part 3 || Part 5 || Masterpost

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“Hold still darling,” you tightened the zip ties around the Mexican bikers wrists, “you don’t want them cutting in any deeper.”

Standing to your feet, you took a step back to get a good look at your so called “deadly” target, “And they said you were going to give me a hard time,” you flashed the pic to on your cell and turned to grab your gun from your bag.

“You’ve got to be shitting me…”

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Dawn

Request: Sooo I was thinking and an idea came into my mind 😀 What about a one-shot on which Derek and the reader go out and play basketball because our baby Derek used to play basketball on the show, and wouldn’t it be sweet when Derek and his girl go out and play together,  and he always beats her, and in the end they are just making out, you know? I dunno, I’m obsessed with Derek 😀

Word count: 1817

Author’s note: I got out of school earlier than expected today, so I could finish this request in my spare time! Yay! I’m so excited to hear your opinion on it, I really hope the description of the game didn’t turn out to be boring or something… I also hope I could live up to your expectations, dear Anon, who sent in this request for me! <3 As for the title, I was brainstorming more choices, but then settled for ‘Dawn’ because right now my nails are painted in the colours of dawn breaking, haha! Enjoy :3

Warnings: people should be warned for cute and affectionate Derek

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Dawn is barging. Derek and I are laying in bed, with him propped up on an elbow next to my head and with my finger doodling imaginary circles on his chest lazily. The tranquility that surrounds us makes me forget about the world outside, both of us losing ourselves in the moment. Although I’m not reciprocating it, I can tell Derek is watching my face as I have my eyes half closed, focusing on the way the light breaks on his skin, casting shadows behind his collarbone and the bulging muscles.

“Tell me something about yourself,” I say quietly. Derek and I have never really gotten around to talk about ourselves, albeit we’ve been going out for two months. For a second, I think he will refuse my offer, but then he just asks me softly, “What do you want me to tell?” and catches my hand in his. He lifts it to his mouth, placing a kiss on my fingertips, trying to get me to look up at his face instead of his chest.

I shrug, giving in to his wants and locking gazes with Derek. As always, his eyes don’t cease to mesmerise me.

“What were you like in high school?”

“I was a good student, but of course, I had my quirks,” he begins. A nostalgic smile blossoms to his mouth as he goes on, my fingertips brushing against his lip. “I never did major mischiefs, just the usual – like pranking our coach on his birthday.”

“The boys still do it,” I comment, but he chuckles and shakes his head.

“I had a different coach,” he says. I hum in acknowledgement, and before I could ask Derek about the whys of it, he continues, “I played basketball, not lacrosse. Back then, that was the hot thing.”

“Oh? I thought it was you,” I tease playfully, making him grin wider and a tad shier.

“Let’s just say I had no reason to complain,” he says.

“How modest of you,” I say, leaning in to him to peck his cheek. He slides his hand on my cheek to coax me into a languid, unhurried lazy morning kiss. We both smile into it on occasion, but that doesn’t stop us from continuing on with it. Derek puts a half inch between our lips, his hot breath laving over my skin. He looks me in the eye as he asks, “How about a game?”

“You mean a basketball game? Between you and I?” He nods. I giggle and peck his lips before sitting up suddenly. “Okay, I’m in.” I get out of his king-size bed to hunt down my sweatsuit I wore yesterday before coming over to him. I bless my intuition that told me to come in comfy clothes. Derek follows suit. The first beams of the Sun cast the world in a golden shade as we are getting ready.

We go to the basketball court in the early morning, the air still chilly and fresh. Today is a Sunday, so the town is quiet, tranquil and seemingly lifeless. Derek and I are all alone, there is not even a single car roaming the streets. Birds are chirping and the dew on the grass wets my sports shoes.

We enter the court holding hands, and approach the bench that’s standing along the fence that frames the area. Derek drops his sports bag on it, then unzips his sweatshirt and takes it off, putting it in the bag.

He turns to me with a smile.

“Aren’t you taking it off?” he asks, obviously talking about my hoodie. I glance down at it momentarily before shaking my head.

“Not all of us are werewolves who cannot catch a cold,” I say, making him chuckle. He steps directly next to me and wraps an arm around my neck, pulling me close and kissing my temple. I can hear the affectionate growl rumbling in his chest. I can’t help my blissful smile.

“Let’s start,” he says then, releasing me and walking to the middle of the court while bouncing the ball on the ground. He sends a cocky half smile in my way. I arch a brow as I reciprocate it.

“Don’t do that,” I say, just this side of accusatory. He snickers, still playing with the ball like a cat.

“Do what?”

“I can see you puffing up, Hale,” I say, making his grin wider. “I’m so gonna win, though,” I declare. “And don’t you dare go easy on me. I don’t like cheap victory.”

“Oh, honey,” he coos, teasing me back playfully. “That’s a paradox I heard in there, I’m afraid.”

“We’ll see about that,” I say, determined to really beat him. I figure I can be unpredictable enough to confuse him for long enough for me to be able to score.

“Just make sure you won’t fall from too high, baby,” Derek warns before taking off towards one of the hoops. I yelp, immediately running after him to try and prevent him from earning a score. I come level with him, but he blocks my reaching arms with easy movements. Of course, he nails it and turns to me with a wink. I still haven’t given up on having the upper hand here, though.

“That was nice, really,” I nod approvingly. “But we haven’t established which plank belongs to who,” I say, now smirking for outsmarting him. “So you might as well have just scored against yourself.”

“If you want, you can have it as yours,” Derek offers with a shrug, knowing I will refuse for not wanting to accept a victory that came to me easily. I shake my head.

“No. That was just invalid. Now give me the ball,” I demand, making him snicker again, but he passes it over to me anyway. I point at the hoop that’s standing at the farther side of the court and declare it as mine, then I run off towards the one Derek has already thrown the ball through.

Not even two seconds pass, and I can already hear him laughing, chasing me down for the ball. I increase my speed to get there before he could catch me, but he has longer legs, more muscles, and he’s generally faster than I am, hence the ball ends up being slapped out of my hands.

I turn around, only to see that Derek has already crossed most of the court and is already preparing his body to jump and throw the ball at the ring. With a sudden surge of adrenaline, I push myself to make a mad dash to prevent him from managing it. I shove my entire bodyweight against him in the last second, making him loose his aim.

“Hey, that was against the rules,” he chides with a smile, a barely stifled snicker hiding in his tone. I shrug as I grin at him, catching the ball as it bounces off the fence.

“Being a werewolf is also cheating, baby boy,” I wink, then run off. I get to the three-quarter of the area before I’m suddenly yanked backwards. I gasp in surprise, inevitably letting the ball out of my hand. I watch as it bounces a couple times before it’s taken away by Derek, skilled movements from years ago still showing in his stance, in the way he plays.

As he turns to make a run for my plank, I get a clear shot of his beautiful face – it’s lightened by bliss, a wide grin shining on his chiselled features, beads of sweat beginning to form on his tanned skin, and it makes me so happy to see him acting like this; like a young juvenile, still pure and solely living for the thrill of the game in which he engages himself willingly, giddily. Like an innocent little puppy who’s forgotten about everything besides the game he’s playing with the person who’s most precious to him.

It makes my heart flutter for a moment, giving me the impression that it’s blessed with wings and is flying above the clouds.

I shake myself awake when Derek dashes past me and his musky scent hits me in the face. I start chasing him, but it’s already too late – he scores as soon as I turn around. He gives me a confident smirk, just this side of self-absorbed.

“You won a battle – but I’m winning the war,” I say, earning a chuckle from him. I can’t help but the first word that comes to my mind hearing that sound is ‘adorable’.

I walk over to him to accept the ball as he’s holding it out for me, but just as I could touch it, he snatches it away from me and sticks his arm out towards me, grabbing my hoodie around my waist and pulling me flush to his chest. He leans down, eyes gleaming playfully as he whispers, “What will you give me in return for the ball, my dearest babydoll?”

I blush at the name Derek addressed me with, it catching me off-guard. His hand travels from my waist to the small of my back, keeping me impossibly close to him. When I tilt my head up, I find myself merely inches away from his face. I ball up two fistfuls of his shirt, indicating for him to quit messing around and just kiss me already. He snickers under his breath before finally touching his lips to mine.

I allow him to kiss me for a while, until I decide to slip out of his hold and take the ball away from him. I giggle as he complains, “Hey”, but ignore it in favour of scoring, too. However, I get caught mid-run once more; Derek’s arms wrap around me, turn me to face him, and he guides me until he has me backed up against the fence. His grip on me is tighter now, surer, stronger, not willing to let me go again.

“I wasn’t finished with you just yet,” he breathes into my mouth before leaning in and taking it in a kiss.

His lips move against mine haltingly, slowly, taking his time to take joy and live every feeling to its fullest while it lasts. I open up for him, letting him dominate the kiss, snaking my arms around his neck to keep him just as close as he keeps me.

Derek maintains a warm, gentle, yet possessively firm embrace around me, his calloused palms massaging my sides, my waist, my hips – any ounce of skin they can reach. When he pulls back by an inch from me to drink more air, I slide a hand to his sharp cheekbone, thumb stroking his bottom lip as I lock gazes with him, whispering, “I love you”.

Derek smiles at me, somehow pulling me even closer to him, now practically hugging me affectionately, answering, “I love you, too”.

And we do – with all fibres of our beings.

6 months

Originally posted by linnupiim

Pairing: SamxReader
Word count: 1,446
Warnings: Smut, swearing

You nearly fell out of your chair as you leaned backwards. Sam was in the bathroom after his shower. In just his towel. You could see how low the towel sat on his hips and bit your lip. Even though you’d been dating almost six months, you still hadn’t slept with him yet. You wanted to take things slow, and he hadn’t argued. According to him -and Dean- girls didn’t last long once they had.

“Can you stop screwing my brother with your eyes and just actually do it?” Dean snapped out of your trance. He hadn’t even looked up from the laptop.

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You watched him load up a pack before slinging his crossbow over his shoulder and swinging a leg over on his motorcycle. His large biceps rippled with every movement, glistening with sweat. How was it that Daryl Dixon was always so much more attractive to you when he was covered in a layer of dirt and sweat?

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When Snow Falls Part Three

Exo mafia au; you are the sister of Chanyeol, a powerful mob boss who has just hired Kyungsoo (D.O) to protect you.

Kyungsoo (D.O.) x Reader ft. Chanyeol, Baekhyun, Sehun, Kai,

Part 3/11 Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 4 here Part 5 here Part 6 here Part 7 here Part 8 here Part 9 here Part 10 here Part 11 here

Angst/Drama

Word Count 1,235 

Warning- This fan fiction contains suggestive themes involving violence and death. Please read at your own digression. This is just a fictional story and does not represent the personalities or factual stories of real people.

“Sehun?” You whispered out loud. Clamping a hand over your mouth you stepped back, shoes crunching on snow. Where was Chanyeol? Why was Sehun there? Panic bubbled in your stomach as you tried to come up with a solution. Defeated, you bent down under the window taking deep breaths. “Oh no, what to do, what to do.” You murmured trying to steady your heart rate. Shouting suddenly could be heard coming from Kai’s office and your heart plummeted. Adrenaline began to kick in and you ignored the vicious throbbing in your head. Kyungsoo needs me. Sehun is there and he won’t hurt me. He wouldn’t. You tried to convince yourself as you pushed yourself off the snow. You ignored the part of you that wanted to run away, sure maybe that was the smarter thing to do but you were Y/N. No time for fear. No time for running away like all the other cowards you knew. If Chanyeol hadn’t run away maybe- you ignored the memories that flooded your mind as you began to kick at Kai’s office door.

“Let me in now!” You shouted plummeting your tiny fists against the door. The door opened before you thought it would and you tripped into the room swinging furiously. Suddenly, you didn’t feel brave. Kai closed the door behind you, shooting you a questionable look. He took steps toward you towering over your small frame. Not only was he tall but he was broad as well. His defined features seemed to be carved out of marble. His eyes seemed to swallow you whole.

“Y/N?” Sehun gasped taking steps toward you as well.

“Sehun! Why are you here? Why are you doing this to Kyungsoo?” Your voice sounded childlike and strangled.
Sehun looked away ashamed, blood stained his knuckles and clothing.

“Y/N,” Kai spoke softly, “It’s been so long since I last saw you.” He stared off into the distance, chuckling to himself.

It had been a several years actually. Kai was only a year older than you, when your brother and Baekhyung first started their empire they worked with Kai’s father. They were traitors. They conspired against him and being only 17 Kai’s father didn’t see them as a risk, he treated them like men yet he didn’t look at them as if they were. He figured they would get caught selling drugs or end up killed yet the story ended, or began, much differently.

You remembered Kai’s small and gentle frame. He wouldn’t look at you and enjoyed spending time by himself. You liked Kai, you annoyed him and made him cry by constantly interrupting his activities. Until one day, the last time you saw him, he proposed you climb a tree.

“You want to climb it?” You asked rolling your eyes.

“With you,” Kai answered bashfully.

Then of course you said yes, you raced to see who could reach the top and once you did you sat on a branch together admiring your skills.

Kai leaned into you and butterflies began to fly in your stomach. He then placed his palms firmly on you and shoved you off the branch.

“Yes,” you said softly, returning to the present. “It’s been a long time.” You rubbed your right elbow looking away from him.

“Hm, well unfortunately your coward of a brother wasted no time in running away but Sehun here informed that Kyungsoo is your new lover. How fitting.” Kai grinned and without a warning he reached out and tightly grabbed your arm painfully pinning it behind your back. A scream escaped your lips and you looked at Kyungsoo, he fought against his restraints which only made Kai hurt you more.

Sehun began to panic, his eyes widening. “Hyung! What are you doing?” He asked confused on how to react.

“You think I only welcomed you with open arms so you can take out your pathetic jealousy against him?” Kai snapped, his voice lost it’s silky tone. “Seeing that Y/N is here, letting Chanyeol go proved to be the right choice.” Kai ordered as he shoved you towards Kyungsoo.

Chanyeol’s shoes crunched through the snow. Relief filled his body as he reached the gates to his property and began to scale the fence. There was no time to alert someone to open them. He was running out of time.

“Prepare for an ambush!” He shouted as he slipped onto the snow. Men all around him began to run in all directions he dragged himself up and grabbed one of the foot soldiers by his collar. “Where is Y/N and Baekhyun?” He gasped.

“They’re in hyung’s office, boss. He mentioned not to disturb them.” The foot soldier answered timidly.

Chanyeol hissed pushing the young man away as he hurried into Baekhyun’s office.

“I’ve been stabbed, beat, and chased and you’re trying to get fresh with my little sister?!” Chanyeol thundered kicking the door open. Shock spread through him as he noticed gold bars and guns littering Baekhyun’s desk yet you were no where to be found. Baekhyun himself was bent over on his desk, snoring gently.

Chanyeol growled gripping Baekhyun by his hair yanking him up.

“Where is Y/N?” He asked already too afraid of the answer.

Baekhyun snapped out of his deep sleep shoving Chanyeol away. “Aish! She was here! With me, we were just-” Baekhyun suddenly stood taking in the scene. “Chanyeol you’re bleeding.” He murmured.

“Find Y/N, Kai has Kyungsoo and Sehun is a traitor. They’re probably planning on coming here. Fine her.” His voice lost it’s deep confidence and instead his orders came out as whimpers.

“Find my sister, please.”

“Please!” You begged. “Please let him go.” For the past several minutes Kai had forced you to watch Sehun beat Kyungsoo. His nose wouldn’t stop bleeding and a few of his fingers were broken. Sehun had dropped his emotional manipulation on his victim he didn’t need to intimidate Kyungsoo, he needed to hurt him. You preferred Kyungsoo over himself, how could you? He was your friend. He had been loyal to you for years. He loved you but your tears and screams over Kyungsoo only further angered him.

Kai continued to twist you body in odd angles holding your head in Kyungsoo’s direction. You wanted to fight. You wanted to stop screaming out but it was all you could do. No matter how much you tried to him Kai, he only hurt you even more which caused Kyungsoo to become distressed.

You also noticed how in an odd way Kai he seemed protective over Kyungsoo.

He limited the number of punches Sehun could give him and even stepped in multiple times. You were so confused you wondered if maybe Kai would turn against Sehun instead.

“Untie him.” Kai ordered. Sehun did as he was told and looked over at you satisfied.

“Do you see how weak he is, Y/N.” He couldn’t even protect himself.

“Shut up,” Kai spat. Forcing you to sit in the chair Kyungsoo was just in.

“Hyung, I what are we doing? I thought we were done with her.” Sehun asked, nervous again.

“We’re just getting started. Prove to me that you’re trust worthy.” Kai said cunningly holding you down.

Images of Kyungsoo killing his ex-girlfriend flooded your mind. Would he? Could Sehun your longest friend actually hurt you himself?

Sehun slowly reached toward you, running his fingers through your hair.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He murmured.

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Part three completed! I’m really happy with this so far and I can’t wait to continue. Please let me know what you think, feedback is appreciated! Also thank you for how well it has been received. I’m really surprised and I’m glad it is being enjoyed. Part 4 should be up on Monday.

Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 4 here Part 5 here Part 6 here Part 7 here Part 8 here Part 9 here Part 10 here Part 11 here

≪ Violence In The Pouring Rain ≫

Pairing: Erik Lehnsherr/Reader
Word Count: 5,594
Warnings: Mentions of torture and Shaw’s camps
Request: “ Yay! I was wondering if I could request including Erik, where the reader was also one of Shaw’s lab rats at the death camps (mutation is like a mixture of Charles and logans regeneration) and back then her and Erik kept each other safe and later when the boys are searching for mutants to go against Shaw Charles stumbles upon her, they go to where she works, she sees Erik and maybe it’ll be a sweet reunion (they thought each other died) and they begin to grow fond of each other romantically? ”, “  Could you do hurricane with first class / some what dofp Erik please ”
Summery: Charles has been trying to track you for weeks on Cerebro. He finally locks onto your signal and coordinates, and a sickening realization hits him and Erik. You’re a strong mutant, not someone just playing with your powers. Erik has that nagging feeling that he knows you, but it takes a warped reality for him to make you remember him, and realize that you’d follow Erik into hell if he asked you to. He realizes that you’re the perfect asset to his plans for the future and the world he’s envisioned.
A/N: The power was changed to make it a bit more unique and the requests have been combined! Part of the Badlands verse, so much better than that summery. Thank you for your patience with this one, it took forever.

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His face burned with the memory, like it always did when it came unbidden back into his thoughts. He ducked his head to his arms resting on the railing; the slow, rhythmic pounding of hooves settling his heartbeat, giving his pulse something to come back down to.

The sound slowed; his view of the sand through the fence posts became blocked by a pair of long, grey legs and some dusty hooves. He lifted his head to find Céilí sneering at him. “If it’s that boring, Ellery, why don’t you go count your Eton rowing club trophies again?”

He relaxed, his face settling into a grateful scowl. “It’d certainly be a better use of my time than watching you plod along on that thing,” he retorted, and when she rolled her eyes and turned her horse for another circuit, he turned for home, shoving his hands deep into his pockets and hunching his shoulders against the cold.

Isaac- A Little Push

Request-  Hey love your blog and I really enjoy reading your imagines. If possible could you write and imagine where Issac and “you” get stuck together during a winterstorm and have to cuddle together for warmth and confessions ensue? All fluff appreciated

A/N- Thanks love! Hope you like it! Next up is a Malia imagine.

You trudged up the stairs to Derek’s loft, your boots making soft squishing noises on the metal. The snow under your boots came loose as you walked, and you briefly wondered how many people that came up after you would slip once it had melted.
You shivered in the icy stairway, wondering if it would ever melt, because this part of the building was freezing. You guessed it was probably because the older werewolf had left and turned off the heat. He had left Scott a key, telling him he had free reign of it for any pack emergency, but apparently he hadn’t done the same with the heat.
He probably hadn’t figured it would ever get this cold, considering that you lived in California. But the whole country had been struck by a winter storm this year, and it had hit Beacon Hills especially hard.
Despite the weather, Scott was still hellbent on getting the pack together to celebrate the defeat of Theo and the Dread Doctors. Everyone had made it out alive, even the chimeras Theo had brought back to life, and it was definitely worth celebrating. You tugged open the door to the loft, opening it to a room full of people.
The first thing you saw was Lydia and Stiles standing in front of the TV, loudly arguing about what movie to watch.
“The Notebook is a classic,” Lydia was telling him. “It’s got everything! Romance, comedy, drama…romance.”
“So does Star Wars!” Stiles protested. “And you, me and Kira are the only ones who have seen it!”
“Exactly,” Lydia told him as you shrugged off your coat. “And trust me, that was two hours and sixteen minutes of my life that I’ll never get back.”
Stiles gasped in offense, and you and Lydia both rolled your eyes. You looked around the rest of the room, finding Kira curled up on one of the couches with Scott, watching the argument. Liam and Malia were sitting opposite each other on the other couch, fighting over the popcorn.
“Hey!” Liam cried as Malia tugged the bowl out of his hands. “I was eating that.”
“I know,” Malia told him, grabbing a handful and shoving it into her mouth. “And now it’s mine.”
You laughed softly, causing everyone to look at you.
“Y/n!” Kira cried, shrugging away Scott’s arms and jumping off the couch. “You’re here! Now all we need is Isaac, and then we can watch the movie.”
“I still don’t think we’d be able to watch the movie,” you pointed out, nodding to Stiles and Lydia.
You ran your hands down your arms, looking back to Kira. “Why is it so damn cold in here?”
“Heat’s off,” Lydia explained as she turned away from Stiles. “We only have a few blankets too, so-”
She was cut off by the loud screech of the loft door opening once again. Everyone looked over to see Isaac trudging in, unwrapping a long scarf from around his neck. You rolled your eyes, knowing he was loving the chance to wear it when it was colder than sixty degrees outside. You also knew that even if it wasn’t that cold, he probably would have worn it anyway.
“What took you so long?” Stiles complained to Isaac. “Not that I’m happy you’re here, I’ve just been waiting forever.”
“Well I would have been up sooner,” Isaac told him bitterly. “But some asshole tracked snow up the stairs and I slipped and fell.”
You suppressed the laugh threatening to burst from your lips, covering your smile with your hand. You and Isaac were always arguing and bickering, and you found it hilarious that he had been the one to slip. You hadn’t done it on purpose, but it had certainly worked out pretty well.
“You wouldn’t know anything about that would you, Y/n?” Isaac asked knowingly.
You shrugged, looking at him with a smirk. “No, but I wish I had been there to see you fall.”
“I’m sure you do,” Isaac muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m surprised it wasn’t still frozen with how cold it is in here.”
“Which reminds me,” Lydia interjected. “We don’t have enough blankets for all of us, so if you want to stay warm, we’re going to have to find some extra. And by we, I mean you two.”
“Us?” you questioned. “But you put this whole thing together.”
“True,” Lydia told you. “But you two are the last people here. So you can go down to the basement and look for them.”
“I’m not going with her,” Isaac protested.
“Fine,” Stiles said with a shrug. “You can freeze. Actually, I think I’d be okay with th-”
“Stiles!” Lydia complained, smacking him on the shoulder. “Cut it out. You two are such babies. Just go down to the basement. The blankets are in Derek’s storage unit. Isaac could probably pry the lock open since we don’t have the key.”
“I’m not-”
“Whatever,” you said with a sigh, turning your back on Isaac and walking out of the loft. “I’ll do it myself!”
Isaac frowned, shoving his hands into his pockets and following you out the door. He didn’t like being alone with you, for a lot more than you thought, but he knew there was no getting out of it.

“I don’t see any blankets,” Isaac said as he peered past the fencing of the storage unit.
“What?” you asked. “No, Lydia said they were there.”
“Well, they’re not,” Isaac told you, irritation creeping into his voice.
“They’re probably under something,” you told him with a roll of your eyes.
You were leaning against the wall behind him, watching as he stared in confusion at the storage unit. You probably should have been trying to help somehow, but how many people did it really take to look into a storage unit?
“Y/n, the only two things in here are a baseball bat and a half-eaten sandwich. They’re not here.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” you said, pushing off of the wall and looking into the storage unit.
Sure enough, when you looked inside, the only two things in there were half of a moldy sandwich and a wooden bat. “Is this some kind of j-”
Before you could even finish your sentence, you heard the door to the staircase slam shut. Both you and Isaac rushed over, only to find the door now firmly shut, locking you inside.
“I thought you propped it open!” you cried.
“I did!” Isaac protested. “Someone must have moved the doorstop!”
“Yeah right,” you said with a scoff. “You probably just didn’t prop it open right.”
“Oh please,” Isaac told you. “You probably knocked it away and trapped both of us down here.”
“You think I wanna be trapped anywhere with you, Lahey?”
Isaac glared at you, and you two could literally feel the tension rolling off of each other in waves. You stared daggers at each other’s eyes for a few seconds, but you eventually broke. You turned away, not liking how the look you had shared seemed a little too much like a passionate staring contest.
“Whatever,” you muttered. “I’m going to text Lydia. She’ll get us out.”
“We won’t get any service down here,” Isaac told you.
You ignored him, pulling your phone from your pocket and scrolling through it. You let out a noise of annoyance as you looked at the top of the screen, realizing Isaac had been right.
“Told you so,” he muttered. “We’re going to be stuck down here for the rest of the night.”
“They’ll find us,” you told him. “They’ll realize we’re gone.”
“I doubt it,” Isaac said with a scoff. “Kira and Scott are probably staring lovingly into each other’s eyes, Lydia and Stiles are definitely bickering again, and Liam and Malia are going to be eating all the food. They won’t even notice we’re gone.”
“God!” you cried, not being able to take his constant negativity anymore. “Why are you so negative all the time?!”
“Why are you so optimistic?!” he fired back.
“Oh I’m sorry,” you told him. “Maybe I should try to be more like you. I’m Isaac, and I constantly wear scarves even when it’s 80 degrees outside. We’re gonna freeze to death down here, and I’m going to complain the whole time!”
“I don’t talk like that!” he growled, causing you to take a step back in alarm.
You realized that being trapped down here, even though it wasn’t a tiny space, probably wasn’t the best for his claustrophobia. Even just the feeling of being stuck and not able to get out probably made him agitated. You figured it was probably better for you to just drop it, and tough out the rest of the night on the other side of the room.
“Fine,” you told him softly, turning away. “I’ll just be over here.”
You walked over the the opposite wall, crossing your arms over your chest and trying to fight the shiver threatening to rack through your body. You instantly regretted taking your coat off in the loft, and you wished you had been watching the door. Being stuck in the basement with Isaac was definitely not how you wanted to spend pack movie night.
Isaac walked over to the other wall and sat down too, feeling a little bad for growling at you. He hadn’t meant to get angry, but you two were always at each other’s throats. He wished he could stop antagonizing you, at least long enough to admit his true feelings, but he had always been too afraid.
He was always terrified you would find out how he felt and laugh at him, because deep down Isaac truly believed you hated him. Still, he wasn’t going to let you freeze, and he figured he should make an effort to be nice before you hated him forever.
“Why are you sitting so far away from me?” Isaac asked softly, noticing your proximity.
You blinked, looking over at him. Even though you had just argued, you didn’t have to sit all the way across the basement, yet you had chosen to sit as far away from him as possible.
“I know how you get when you feel trapped,” you told him honestly. “I wanted to give you space.”
“I don’t need space,” he told you. “And you’re shivering. Come over here.”
“Isaac…”
“We’re going to be down here all night,” Isaac reminded you. “Unless you want to get hypothermia…”
You rolled your eyes, rising from the ground and walking over to him. “Better?”
He held out his arms, and you shook your head. “No way.”
“You’re cold,” he insisted. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell anyone.”
You sighed, sitting down next to him and letting him wrap his arms around you. You curled into his chest, surprised at how nice it felt to be in his arms. He felt his heart beat quicken, and he resisted the urge to smooth down your hair with his hand.
“I’m sorry I’m such a bitch to you,” you said suddenly, feeling more than a little bad for how you had spoken to him before.
“You’re not that much of a bitch,” he told you jokingly.
You rolled your eyes, butting your head against his shoulder in protest.
“Kidding,” he informed you. “But you’re not really a bitch. I’m just an asshole to you.”
“Only because I’m mean,” you insisted.
“Partly,” he said, mindlessly. “But that’s not really the whole reason.”
“Oh yeah?” you asked, raising your eyebrows. “What’s the whole reason?”
“Uh…” Isaac said, suddenly realizing what he had almost admitted. “You know what? Forget I said anything.”
“Isaac,” you said softly. “Come on, I won’t care.”
He bit the inside of his cheek, seriously doubting your words. He sighed, realizing that if you were going to be stuck together all night he might as well come out and admit his feelings. He probably couldn’t have hid it for much longer anyway.
“I’m in love with you,” he said softly, all too aware of the skip in your heartbeat when he did. “But…but I was too afraid to tell you, so I was just really mean all the time.”
“That’s what it’s been the whole time?” you asked.
Isaac swallowed thickly. “Maybe.”
“Thank god,” you breathed.
“Wait, what?” Isaac asked, his eyes widening.
“I’ve had a crush on you since freshman year,” you told him, pulling away to look up into his blue eyes. “But then you got bitten, and you turned into such an asshole, and you couldn’t know that I liked you. Then you changed, but by then it was kind of too late.”
“Is…is it still too late?” he asked hesitantly.
You smiled at him. “No. No it’s not.”
You grabbed the labels of his coat, reaching up and tugging his lips onto yours. Even though you were both sitting down, he was still at least a full head taller than you and he had to bend his head to kiss you.
His lips weren’t cold like you had expected, but surprisingly warm as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against him and reaching up to run his thumb across your cheek.
After a few seconds he pulled away slowly, his blue eyes staring softly into yours. “God, I’m so glad I finally get to do that.”
You smiled, and suddenly being trapped in a freezing basement with Isaac didn’t seem like such a bad thing anymore. He leaned forward and kissed you again, all thoughts of being trapped forgotten.

“Hey, where are Isaac and Y/n?” Scott asked as the credits on the movie rolled.
The alpha had been so wrapped up in Kira and Mean Girls that he hadn’t even realized you and his beta hadn’t come back upstairs. Only now did he see that you two were missing.
“Basement,” Stiles answered with a shrug, grabbing the remote from the coffee table.
“Still?!” Scott exclaimed. “Do you think they got locked down there?”
“Oh they definitely did,” Liam told him, shoving the last of the popcorn into his mouth.
“What?” Scott demanded. “Wait, what are they doing down there?”
“Probably making out,” Lydia said, tilting her head in deep thought. “Wait, Malia, how long ago did you shut the door?”
“Two hours?” the coyote offered with a shrug.
“Oh yeah,” Stiles said. “They’re definitely making out by now.”
“Wait, you locked them down there?!” Scott demanded, looking at everyone else.
Kira nodded, flashing the alpha a guilty smile. “We would have told you, except that you can’t keep secrets.”
“They’ve been in love with each other for years,” Lydia told him. “They just needed a little push.”

Mystery Spot Part 3

Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Dean & Sam x Reader (family)

Words: 1328

Summary: Sam has figured out that the trickster is behind it all. But what the trickster does next affects Sam and Dean more than any other Tuesday.

Warnings: Family issues, thoughts of betrayal, yelling, cussing

Part 20 in Dreams.  Read Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here,Part 5 here, Part 6 here, Part 7 here, Part 8 here, Part 9 here,Part 10 here, Part 11 here, Part 12 here, Part 13 here, Part 14 here,Part 15 here, Part 16 here, Part 17 here, Part 18 here, and Part 19 here.

Part 20 already! :) I cannot thank you all enough for your support on this series, really. Thank you. And look for part 21 on Sunday! Enjoy!

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