he understands me though

someone in my class: my god this is so easy why are we going over it in class

me:

The Fourth Musketeer (Part 2)

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

Part one here

Requests: I just read The Fourth Musketeer and I’m in love! Will you release the next part soon? I can’t wait ❤❤❤

Can u please do a part 2 of “the four musketeer” please?

I know requests are closed and so please don’t even rush with this request like honestly take however long you want to, but I actually need a 2nd part of ‘the fourth musketeer’ your writing is so amazing!

Pairing: Archie x Reader

Description: Veronica has become invested in (Y/N)’s story, and so she seeks out those who knew her.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,437

Tag list: @isis278 @lost-in-wonderland-x @spam-to-follow@thatspidernamedmeagan @isabellarose5150

A/N: I have been having so much fun writing this series, hope you guys enjoy this part!


“(Y/N)” was the only word that came out of Veronica’s mouth as she sat down at the lunch table. Jughead, Betty, and Kevin’s heads all snapped up.

“How do you know about (Y/N)?” Kevin questioned.  Veronica shrugged.

“Archie was kind of having a meltdown at Jughead’s party,” she answered.  Betty and Jughead shared a concerned look.

“God, what happened?” Betty asked.

“He was screaming her name when I came up,” Veronica explained.  "He babbled on about how much he loved her and that he should’ve told her and that he kissed her.“

“Wait, he kissed her?” Kevin interrupted, his eyes doubling in size.  He glanced over at Jughead and Betty who appeared to be just as shocked as he was.

“You didn’t know?” Veronica’s eyes widened.

“No,” Jughead muttered, shaking his head.  "He never told us.“

“We always knew they had a thing for each other,” Kevin elaborated.  "But we never knew that something actually happened between them.“

"When did she move?”

“Two years ago,” Jughead answered.  "The summer before eighth grade.“

"There was this dance,” Betty reminisced, “in the fall of our eighth grade year.”

“Archie was gonna ask (Y/N),” Jughead frowned.  "He was preparing himself ever since he first heard about the dance.“

"And he never got the chance,” Kevin sighed.

“Do you know why she moved?” Veronica inquired.  The rest of her table shrugged.

“Probably her dad,” Betty replied.  "He was a really intense lawyer, and he got relocated to some big city firm.“

”(Y/N) was gonna try and stay with the Andrews,“ said Jughead.  "They were more than willing to take her in, too. But-”

“But, of course, her parents wanted her to go with them,” Veronica finished.  Jughead grimly nodded.  "So two whole years, and Archie still isn’t over this girl?“

"Well the thing is,” Betty grimaced, “he never coped well with her leaving.  After (Y/N) left he was… strange.  He practically denied her existence.”

“Seriously?”

"Yeah,” Kevin chimed in.  "He never talked about her or anything.  It was pretty frightening, actually.  It seemed like he had completely forgotten about her.“

"And if you’re wondering why Archie can’t get over her,” Jughead answered Veronica’s unasked question, “it’s because he was always in love with her.”

“Yeah, he told me that,” she mumbled.

“I don’t think you understand though,” he said.  "They were both so in love.  They were always there for each other, caring for each other.  When Archie’s parents were fighting, (Y/N) was there; whenever (Y/N)’s dog died, Archie was there.  You couldn’t find one without the other.  Betty and I were also good friends with them, but those two?  They were inseparable.“


Maybe it was Veronica’s fascination with dramatic love stories; maybe it was her desire for an explanation as to why Archie didn’t return her feelings for him.  Either way, she found herself searching for more information about (Y/N).  That was how she ended up at the Andrews household.  Archie wasn’t home.

”(Y/N)?“ Fred Andrews repeated, holding a beer as he sat across from Veronica.  "I haven’t heard that name in a while.”

“I, on the contrary, have been hearing her name quite a lot lately,” Veronica shrugged, sipping on a glass of water.  "So what happened between her and Archie?“

"Oh, I don’t think it’s my place to say,” Mr. Andrews sighed.  "It’s Archie’s tale to tell.“

"He already told me about her,” Veronica quickly explained.  "But only the happy parts.  Only the parts he wants to remember.“  Mr. Andrews exhaled and took another swig of beer.  He stared at Veronica for a moment in silence.

"Why do you want to know?” he finally asked.

“I like hearing stories,” she shrugged. “This sounds like a good book.”  Fred Andrews laughed.

“If this was a book,” he responded, “my son would’ve had a happy ending with that girl.”

“Maybe he will,” Veronica offered.  "I don’t think the story’s over yet.“  Fred’s laughter shrunk into a smile.  He cleared his throat.

"If there’s one thing you should know about (Y/N),” he started, “it’s that she is the purest soul you will ever meet.  She was kind and gentle, and she was exactly what Archie needed.”  Veronica quietly nodded, intrigued.  "I knew both her father and mother quite well.  So, of course, when our children were born around the same time, we knew we wanted them to be best friends.  A couple years later, we realized we wanted them to get married.“  Fred Andrews and Veronica both laughed.  "Sometimes in the movies you see the boy and girl resisting each other because when you’re little, it’s gross to talk to someone who’s the opposite gender.  That was never the case with Archie and (Y/N).  They were both sweet on each other.”

“That’s so cute,” Veronica cooed.

“It was,” Mr. Andrews sighed.  "I remember this one day; I think Archie was eleven at the time.  He and (Y/N) were at the park all day, as they usually were.  That night, he came running home and swung the door open.  His mouth was going at a mile per minute.  When I finally got him to slow down, he told me that he was in love with (Y/N).  He had the biggest grin on his face.“

"The day he kissed her?” Veronica clarified.  Mr. Andrews chuckled.

“Yeah.  God, it made me so happy.  I knew that he sometimes overheard his mom and I fighting, and I was worried that it would somehow affect his relationships.  That kind of stuff damages a kid, you know?  But he had stars in his eyes as he talked about (Y/N), and I don’t think I’ve seen him that happy since then.”

“I heard you offered to take her in,” Veronica changed the subject, “when she was going to move.”  Fred Andrews stiffly nodded.

“Archie’s mom and I fought a lot.  But (Y/N)’s parents?  That poor kid.  She slept over here so many times because the screaming was keeping her awake.  And the saddest part was she never cried or appeared to be sad.  She would just come in here, clutching Archie’s hand, looking up at me with big sad eyes and politely asked me to stay.  Of course, I never refused.”  Veronica frowned.  "When I heard she was moving, I was concerned about how crushed Archie was, sure, but I couldn’t bear to let (Y/N) go off on her own with her parents.  At least when she was in Riverdale, I knew she had a safe place here.  Now, I don’t know if she has one.“  He took a long swig of beer before continuing. ”(Y/N) was like a daughter to me.  Archie isn’t the only one who loved her.“

"Sounds like a special girl,” Veronica commented.  Fred nodded.

“She was.”


“Have you ever considered writing a book about this?”  Veronica sat across from Jughead in Pop’s.  He lightly glared at her, lowering his laptop lid.

“Write about what?” he snapped.  She had interrupted his writing when he was in the zone.

“(Y/N),” she answered.  Jughead shot a glance at Betty.

“You know before Jason Blossom was shot, (Y/N) and Archie were the most interesting things in Riverdale.”

“Wasn’t there a two-year gap between (Y/N) leaving and Jason getting shot?” Veronica inquired.

“Isn’t it interesting that someone so in love could just pretend that the person they loved never existed?” Betty countered on Jughead’s behalf.

“Touché,” Veronica muttered.

“Anyways, to answer your question, of course I’ve considered it,” Jughead said.  "In fact, I already wrote a whole novel.“

"Seriously?” Betty and Veronica exclaimed simultaneously.  Jughead nodded nonchalantly.

“Of course.  But I do think something is missing,” he responded.  Veronica furrowed her eyebrows.

“What do you mean?”

“Well I kept it non-fiction,” he elaborated.  "I didn’t add anything that didn’t happen.  Although, I guess now I’ll have to put in the kiss.  Anyways, I don’t have a plot twist.“

”(Y/N) moving isn’t plot twist enough for you?“ Betty asked a question this time.

"That’s the climax,” he explained.  "Everything that happened after that was the falling action.  I have no plot twist and no resolution.“  All three sitting at the table furrowed their eyebrows.  A faint jingle alerted the diner that there was a new customer.  Betty casually glanced up and then did a double take at what she saw.  She gripped Jughead’s arm.

"Is that plot twist enough for you?” she whispered, gesturing towards the entrance.  Jughead and Veronica’s gaze both snapped towards the front, their focus attaching to the figure who just walked in.

“No way,” Jughead breathed.

“Is that…” Veronica trailed off, unable to form a sentence.  Jughead and Betty both nodded, confirming her suspicions.

“(Y/N).”

Part three here     Part four here     Part five here

Welp, after 20 mins fiddling with due date calculators, I’m happy to announce that the baby is due July 29th

((FMM!Fraser Bairn #2, that is))

Originally posted by momcode

Iron Crown

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jinyoung

Rating: R

Warning: Domestic abuse

Word Count: 6,240

Summary: As the Crown Princess of Vitus, your land has always been peaceful. When your power-hungry Uncle decides to stop paying the tithe though, things take a turn for the worse. The vampires who reside in the mountains are not happy and in retaliation - they set their sights on you. 

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Secret Love Song

Hello, everyone! I’m writing again for the first time in about a year and I am so excited. I’ve been playing with this idea for a while but I finally got the motivation over last few weeks. ( i wonder why ;) ) There’s a bit more to it and I was considering posting a Part Two. So let me know if you want to see that!

It was all happening for him. Having a solo career was something Harry had dreamed of since he was a kid – it was what he had showed up for at the X-Factor audition in the first place. He’d been more than happy to have the opportunity to be a part of the band and to experience everything with boys by his side. But now, for the first time in 7 years, his dream had finally become his reality.

The day had come for his debut album to release, one of the most anticipated days in the industry, and you couldn’t find anything suitable to wear to the release party. Some of your dresses were nice enough but nothing screamed important industry party to you.

You throw yourself down on your bed, burying your face deep into your pillow, figuring maybe you wouldn’t go. Between the music executives, press and fans, Harry would be tied up all night anyway. And the fact that the public still didn’t know about the two of you wouldn’t help much. He’d practically begged you to come though but his insistent invitation had a bit of a damper to it when he gently reminded you, you’d be going as his sister’s date. But even so, he swore up and down that he wanted you there, whether you got to be together or not.

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A New Glader?

Pairings: Thomas x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 1940

Request: Do you think you could do a Thomas imagine from the maze runner? Where Y/N is the 2nd girl to arrive at the maze and Theresa feels threatened by her but Thomas trusts her and starts to like her? And maybe Theresa tries to do something stupid/mean to Y/N?

Authors Note: This was requested to me and thought that I’d give it a shot. I want to thank @dylan-ohbrien for proofreading and editing it for me! Enjoy bbys! 

Originally posted by lannistxrs

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6

This scene for many was the moment their ship was born or validated; but for a moment let’s just look at what this scene meant to the characters.

Zuko, who so viciously guarded his scar in the past, is letting an enemy touch him. I know, I know. She needs to touch his scar to get a feel for the damage done; I know he understands that. Most profound to me though is the fact that his eyes are closed. This shows a great deal of trust. He is trusting Katara; and Katara, in turn, is trusting him. These two characters are so…amazing. Both Katara and Zuko have done damage to one another; yet, in this moment, they are allowing themselves to be vulnerable in front of one another.

Even when they are rescued, I’ve noticed that Katara steps toward him while Zuko kind of leans toward her. If they were doing something they felt they shouldn’t be, they would have leapt away from one another. Point is: this doesn’t feel wrong in any manner. They aren’t ashamed to be found so close to one another. ((Not that they really have a reason to be ashamed or to feel guilty.)) Katara isn’t ashamed to be caught helping Zuko.

After they are rescued, Katara watches Zuko as she walks away. She keeps her eyes on him until she physically can’t look at him anymore. I don’t know if she expected him to follow Aang and her or not, but she looks sad/disappointed as she turns away.

Zuko, however, adverts his eyes. He is still confused and seems to be slightly ashamed as he looks away. I feel like he was torn. On one hand, he knew which decision was the right one; but, on the other hand, his chase of the Avatar–his misguided journey to regain his honor–was so ingrained in him that it confused him. He was struggling between the right decision and the easy path. Maybe that’s why Katara looked so sad/disappointed. She saw that he was still confused, but hoped that he would make the right decision in the end.

((Sorry if this made less sense near the end. It’s 2 am where I am and I’m tired. So, I’m going to end this here.))

Best friends - Pittsburgh Penguins (PT Diaries, Episode 8)

Requested by anon: Could you write a PT Diaries chapter that includes Kris Letang’s adorable little boy? Maybe he has his first crush on the PT or the team tries to use his cuteness to get something from her. I’m really open to any ideas you may have to incorporate that adorable kid. Really enjoying this story!!

A/N: I’m not really sure about this, but I hope you like it.

Word count: 1201

Warnings: none.

Episode 1  Episode 2  Episode 3  Episode 4  Episode 5  Episode 6  Episode 7

Master list

Originally posted by bennyandthestars


I lock the door of my office, heading to the rink to keep an eye on the injured players who are skating today. The Penguins are having no luck with injuries this year, having up to six players on the injury report. I’m looking down at my schedule, trying to figure out how I am going to treat everyone when someone runs into my legs. Someone really small.

“Alex, soyez prudent! (Alex, be careful!)” I look down to see a child gripping at my legs, followed by an out of breath Bang-Bang Letang. “S’excuser auprès de (y/n) (Apologize to (y/n)). In English.”

I haven’t understood a word of what he has said, but I can easily tell that the blue eyed kid that is stuck to my leg is Alexander Letang, Kris’ son. I hold the kid by his shoulders and push him away from me slightly so I can kneel in front of him.

“Hello, buddy.” I say, extending my hand to him to shake it. The kid looks at me for a little longer before grabbing my right hand with his left one and squeezing a little.

“Salut (Hello).” He answers me, not letting my hand go.

“Alex, English.” Kris warns him again and I smile, encouraging the little kid to speak in English.

“Hi.” He says shyly and my heart melts.

“ALEEEEEEEX.” I hear from the other side of the hallway and I look up to see small girl running to us.

I look at Kris and he just shakes his head, stopping the little girl before she crushes into me as well.

“Estelle, say hi to (y/n).” Kris instructs and the girl looks at me from head to toes, evaluating me.

“Hi.” She says with a big smile after she decided I am trustworthy.

“Hello, sweetheart.” I say, giving her a smile back.

Estelle is Marc Andre’s oldest daughter and his dad never stops talking about her and her little sister.

“Flower and I brought these two to practice so the wives could get things done today.” Kris explains me and I nod, looking at the children. “We are having a little skate after practice.”

“Do you want me to take care of them until you are done?” I ask.

I’ve always loved children. I had my first niece when I was fifteen, so I guess that I am more than okay with taking care of children.

“You have no idea of what you are getting into.” Kris warns me. “They are worse than Sid and Geno together.”

I laugh, extending my hands to the kids. They take my hand without even thinking about it.

“I think we will be fine.” I say and the two kids nod.

“Se comporter. (Behave)” Kris says in French and the kids nod again.

Kris turns around and walks on his skates back to the rink, leaving me with Alex and Estelle.

“Do you want to go watch daddy play hockey?” I ask them, kneeling so I am on the same height as them.

“Oui!” Alex says, but he realizes his mistake soon. “Yes!”

“Should we get snacks before we go?” I wonder and they both nod frenetically.

The kitchen is the best place of the whole ice rink if you ask me. When you spend hours and hours here working it is nice to have a place packed with snacks and drinks. Because of the Penguins policy, everything on the kitchen is healthy-ish, so I know that Kris and Marc Andre won’t kill me for giving their kids junk food.

“What should we grab, guys?” I ask, opening the fridge for them to see what there is.

The three of us decide that smoothies, grapes and air popped popcorn is good enough to watch the team skate and we venture out to the rink, sitting on the stands. Having kids there is the worst thing ever for Mike Sullivan, who has to scream at least half a dozen times to get the attention of his players, who are too busy waving and pumping against the glass in front of the kids.

“If you don’t do this drill right Estelle and Alex have more chances to be at tomorrow’s game than you two.” He warns Sidney and Conor, who have spent five minutes begging the kids for a handful of popcorn.

I am taking notes on everyone’s performance when Alex and Estelle start screaming next to me, so I pick my head up to see Evgeni walking towards us, supporting himself on crutches. I have to stop grab the kids by their waist so they don’t run him over.

“Hi kids.” He says, sitting on the seat next to mine and putting the metal crutches on the floor. “Zdravstvujte ljubov’ (Hello love).” He says to me, even though I only understand the first word he says.

“Zdravstvujte Geno (Hello Geno).” I answer him.

“I want grape.” He says to Alex, who is holding the zipblock bag with grapes in it.

Both kids get on their feet and walk to Geno, who sits both Alex and Estelle on his healthy lap, giving me a look telling me that he was fine.

“Geno, is she your girlfriend?” I hear Estelle whisper to the big teddy bear Geno is.

“Net (No).” Geno says in Russian, making the kids giggle. “She help recover.”

“She is a doctor?” Alex is the one asking this time, making me smile while I watch Murray’s movements, writing a few notes on my pad.

“Net (No).” Geno says again. “She is therapist.” He looks at me for help and I giggle a little.

“Well, I know a lot of games.” I explain, putting my notepad down. “Games that help them,” I point at Geno and the guys on the ice, “get better when they are injured.”

The kids seem really amazed by my job, but Geno looks at me with a look that screams ‘liar, liar, pants on fire’.

“Right now I am thinking of games to play with each one of them.” I keep talking and Estelle and Alex nod for a second before turning their attention to their snack, giving Geno food when he asks for it.

I concentrate on the practice going on, keeping my eyes on the injured guys but also taking a few notes about how we could improve the performance on the ice of some of the other guys.

“(y/n), (y/n), help.” Alex yells, tugging my shirt.

I look away from the ice and back to the kids and Geno. They are all standing and looking at me.

“Skates. Tie.” Alex says again, not letting my sleeve go.

I stand up, putting my notepad on the seat and following them to the bench, where their skate bags are. Geno sits on the bench and Estelle sits besides him, putting her feet on his lap. I do the same, taking Alex’ shoes off and changing them for a pair of skates.

“Good?” I say, tying up his skates.

“Oui.” He answers and I put him on the floor and holding his hands, helping him to the ice and then doing the exact same thing with Estelle, watching them both skate to their fathers.

“Kris said that they are worse than Sid and you.” I tell Geno, sitting next to him on the bench and looking at the children skate around the players.

“They are best friends too.” He replies.

I crave a love where I will wake up in the morning next to my husband, he will kiss me and tell me I have a twinkle in my eye and though to everyone I am just an ordinary woman…to him I am much more. I am a lover, a bestfriend, a wife, a soul mate…to him I am a home. I will make him breakfast, but there will be days where he will show his appreciation by serving me, and although it will be a little burnt or a little under cooked, I will eat it. I will eat it because he loves me. And there will be days where I won’t talk. There will be days where all I wish to do is stay in bed. There will be days where my temper will be short and there will be days where I want to be alone. But he will understand. He will understand the world has not been polite to me, and though he will not understand all my sorrows, he will be patient. He will pull me closer when I push him away because he knows of the words my heart truly whispers.

He will love me, and I will love him.

“Never in a million years”, Fred Weasley x Reader

request: from anon: “Can you do 1 3 and 8 with fred” | of course my love! we’ve had so much george, i’m glad to be writing some fred :) also, we’re going to have some early years and then later years in this okie?

prompt: “never in a million years.”

warnings: none, duh, fluffy af because i’m a fluffy af marshmallow™

Year 6

   “Quit it!” you yelled as you felt the pokes and tickles near your ribcage continue. “Fred, George, c’mon–stop!”
   You tried to suppress any giggles that were rising to the surface as your best friends continued to tickle you, no matter how much you pleaded them not to. “Just tell us.”
   You finally caught your breath when a laugh escaped your lips and you and replied, “There’s nothing to tell. I swear–nothing happened. It won’t.” You clenched your jaw then and let your eyes wander towards the floor. “He’s made it perfectly clear that it won’t.”
   Your best friends softened, noting the pain in your voice as you spoke of the boy you’d been hiding your feelings for. “What a git,” George offered, noticing the tension and wanting to lighten things up a bit. “I’m sorry, Y/N, if we’d known we wouldn’t have been teasing you. He’s not worth it, anyway,”
   “Besides,” Fred began, leaning against one of the squishy arm chairs in the Gryffindor common room, “if he doesn’t see what a catch you are, you don’t want to be with a guy like him.”
   You smiled up at them, your best friends for as long as you could remember. “You’re right, you both are,” you started, placing a hand on both of their shoulders. “But, no need to harp on it, then. Anyone fancy a bite to eat–”
   But Fred cut you off as he knelt down in front of you. Your eyes went wide underneath your furrowed brows, and George gently let out an “Oh, bloody hell, Fred.” A smirk spread across Fred’s face and he cleared his throat before continuing.
   You rolled your eyes and let your head fall into your hands. “Oh what in Merlin’s name are you doing, Freddie?”
   He opened his mouth to say something, but then frowned. “Well don’t ruin it!” He let a laugh escape, and then cleared his throat once more. “If that prat isn’t going to be a gentleman, I suppose it’s my job to do so. With that being said, Y/N…would you do me the honor of accompanying me to the upcoming Yule Ball?”
   George rolled his eyes and you giggled…a lot. You stood there, arms folded across your chest and leaned confidently on your one hip. You knew it was just a joke, just your best friend kidding around to make you feel better, and you were grateful. But Fred grinned, and you knew he was sincere–he was a hundred percent serious about taking you to that ball.
   Finally, you flipped your bangs out of your eyes and said, “There better be no funny business.”
   Fred came to his feet and embraced you tightly. He squished your face into his chest and you could hardly breathe. You heard him say, “It’s going to be wonderful! Now we’ve just got to find a date for Georgie–”
   “Oh, shove off, mate–” George said and slapped his brother. Fred released you from the embrace and you watched as the two of them playfully began to hit one another with the pillows from the couch.
   “Really, though,” Fred began, even as he was being attacked, “We’re going to have a great night. Just don’t go falling in love with me, Y/N,” he winked.
   You rolled you eyes and placed your hands confidently on your hips and replied, “Never in a million years, Weasley.”

Present day

   “Oh come on, darling,” Fred says as he squeezes your shoulders. “You are full of it.”
   “Am not!” you retort, elbowing him in the ribs. He pulls you closer to him. You press your back into his chest and he wraps his hands around your waist. “I’m sorry,” he breathes, “you honestly expect me to believe it wasn’t you who bewitched my screaming yo-yo with an amplifying charm so it absolutely scared the nonsense out of me when I went to use it?”
   You giggle, trying desperately to remove yourself from his grasp, but his hold is too strong. He pulls you back again and leaves kisses along your neck. “I swear–must’ve been George, or something–”
   “Right,” he says, twirling you around so you’re facing him now. You place your hands on the nape of his neck, running your fingers through his bright red hair. “Well, I’ll get you back, you know.”
   “Please,” you call, letting out a monstrous giggle and Fred peers at you, puzzled. “You may be great with your twin, but you cannot deny that I’ve always out pranked you when you acted alone, ever since we were younger.”
   Fred’s head falls back as he laughs at your response. “That’s rubbish,” he replies. “Doesn’t matter, we’re older now–older and married–I can easily win this prank war.”
   You shiver at the words. Newly married, in fact. Just a couple of weeks but it feels as though the two of you have been married your whole lives.
   “Guess we’ll see, husband,” you wink.
   His face hovers above yours a moment, his bright brown eyes glowing with excitement. Eventually, he leans in and presses his lips to yours and the feeling of familiarity is as warm as the summer sun, as comforting as he has always been for you.
   He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. You run your fingers through his hair and then across his jawline. “Don’t ever leave me,” he says, even though the both of you understand that there is no possibility of that ever happening.
   You grin as you close your eyes and kiss him again. “Never in a million years, darling.”

Fall For You

Summary: Reader is in a coma, and Dean can’t handle it. 

Warnings: Fluffy, angst, really sad, coma, may be triggering for some, mentions of fights. If I didn’t tag properly, please let me know.

This was written for @riversong-sam 700 challenge. I got the song Fall for you, by Secondhand Serenade, and my quote was “I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember.” The quote, and lyrics will be bolded, and the quote will also be italicized.

Word count: 1600+

Dean Winchester. He and I went way back. Hell, I went way back with him and his family. With his mom, while she was alive. I was only a few months younger than he was.

His family took mine in when my mom died, and my dad disappeared. I don’t remember much from that time in my life, I was only an infant when she died. I was maybe four years old when Mary died. I remember John, and how panicked he seemed, how wrought with pain he was. It’s not hard to believe, I mean, honestly, his wife just died, with her back to the ceiling, and she was burned down with the house.

John Winchester had to be one of the most compassionate people I knew. He made sure me and Sammy were always fed, made sure we had clothes on our backs. When I was ten years old, I was finally allowed to start training with Dean.

I hated being taught how to hunt by John. He didn’t seem to grasp the fact that I didn’t understand his methods.

Dean though, he knew how to teach me. He taught me everything I knew, he taught me Poughkeepsie, how to get enough leverage to cut of a vampire’s head. He knew me like I knew him.

That quickly evolved from there. He and I soon got closer. By the time we were both 18, we had figured out how to hide our connection from John. Dean hated it when John not angry at me. He knew how I couldn’t handle being screamed at. And when John tried to get angry with Dean, I would fight back, and defend him.

Dean and I were so close, we would take hits for each other. There were multiple occasions, where I’d see a monster about to hit Dean, and I’d jump in the way. Dean didn’t like it when I took the hit, but he was always grateful.

That’s actually how I got where I am now. I mean, not really, but in a way, it is. You see, Dean and I started fighting a lot, over the stupid stuff. Such as, me taking risks that I shouldn’t take, me staying up too late, going on hunts on my own, leaving my shoes by our bed. It got bad enough, that I stopped staying in his room, I claimed my own room in the bunker, because I was so done with all of our fighting.

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Red Riding Hood

My name is Cynn and I am 18 years old, earlier this year a horrible thing happened to me that changed my life forever. Up until this time I had never even kissed a boy, much less gone any further. I was innocent and my body was sweet, pretty, and untouched, at least until that day.

It was a warm summer day and I decided to go for a walk and enjoy the beautiful weather. So I put on my pretty new red hat and my matching spring dress. I told my mother where I was going, just like a good girl should. To my surprise she told me to stay away from the woods near my house. When I asked why, she told me that there was a wolf pack that was eating the neighborhood cats and scaring children. I assured her that I would keep far away from the woods, but was very disappointed because this was exactly where I wanted to go. However, being a good girl I listened to my mother and went to walk in the other woods on the other side of town. It was a long walk and far away from any houses, but I didn’t mind since it was a nice day and as I walked a let the sun shine on my face and warm me. By the time I got to the woods it was the middle of the afternoon and I was very tired. I followed one of the trails far down into the woods, until I came across a small meadow. “What a wonderful place to lay in the sun and take a nap,” I thought. So I laid out the blanket I had with me and proceeded to fall into a deep sleep.

I awoke to a sharp pain on both my wrists, afraid but still disoriented I looked at my wrists and saw two large wolves. Each one had one of my wrists in his mouth and was forcing my hands and arms over my head. I screamed and screamed, not only because of the pain but also because I was so afraid. But I was in the woods on the other side of town, not in the woods by my house so there was no one close enough to hear me no matter how loudly I screamed. I heard a low growl coming from in front of me and looked down to see another large wolf bearing his teeth and looking at me. The two wolves held my hands tightly in their mouths, so I was helpless to do anything to stop this third one. “My God” I thought to myself “they are going to kill me and eat me like they did the neighborhood cats.” This thought made my heart race even more then it had been and almost made me pass out. The third wolf began to sniff over my body slowly, I watched as he worked his way up my legs. His wet nose sometimes touching my flesh and making me shiver in fear. As his nose reached my tight young bush he stopped, he looked up at me and I almost saw the lust and cruelness of a man in his gaze. He bent his head under my dress and gave my innocence a long wet lick through my panties. Well of course I tried to close my legs to protect my womanhood from the beast, but he quickly began to rip at my thighs with his paws and claws. The pain was unbearable, “please stop, please it hurts me,” I begged. Even though I knew he could not understand me and that he would not stop if he did.

Tears were running down my cheeks as I tried the best I could to resist opening my legs. I could feel the claws scrapping my legs, making large red whelps on me. He was digging into me like he would dig in dirt to bury a bone. Ripping my dress to shreds. Not being capable of standing it anymore I opened my legs, but he still scratched on either side, ripping off the rest of the dress and even shredding my panties. I began to scream out again as loud as I could, even though I knew it wouldn’t do me any good, I also opened my legs as far as I could exposing my pussy to the wolf’s lusts. Amid my screams and cries he stopped clawing and positioned himself directly between my legs, he hunkered down to block my legs from closing and starting licking me hard and fast. The rough sharp tongue began to hurt me almost instantly, my hips were bucking trying to keep the painful thing out of me. “My sweet virgin hole has never been touched and now it is being abused and taken by a beast,” I thought to myself. It was almost too much to bear, the animal toyed with my pussy nipping me and licking deep inside, knowing it hurt me and liking it. All the while the other two beasts held my hands firmly, keeping me completely without defense. I lay there, my legs spread and being forced to accept the animal’s punishment.

The wolf on my left let go of my hand and started to walk over my body, quickly I tried to lower the hand to protect my pussy from the tongue that was tearing it apart. The beast on the left gave me a hard nip on the hand and helplessly I returned it over my head. Now the wolf on the right also let go and moved down my body. Completely helpless, the three behemoths were now free to violate my body to their delight, with no way for me to stop them. I was far too afraid to try and protect myself again knowing that they would bite and hurt me. The other two beasts, free of holding my hands now took up positions on either side of me and began to rip off the top portion of my dress, in an instant they were through my dress and gnawing off my bra. I lay very still afraid of being nipped, while they quickly began to harshly lick my breasts. My firm young breasts and nipples were being roughly treated by their tongues. I arched my back as the dog at my pussy again gave my pussy lips a hard nip, making me yelp in pain. My pussy was being filled with the beast’s spittle as my breasts were being abused by the other two animals. My nipples began to grow hard by instinct, giving the merciless rapists the perfect targets to nip and abuse. Screaming in pain as my body was abused from all sectors, unable to defend my frail sex organs. The wolf on my right seeing my mouth open and inviting, rammed his muzzle into my mouth, licking deep into my throat. I tried and tried to get him out, but his muzzle forced the back of my head against the ground and he took pleasure in my mouth, while the other two were content to keep abusing my other parts. My pussy and tits sore and red from abuse as my mouth was violated from the long tongue, so much pain, and I knew it was only the beginning.

The wolf at my breasts began nipping harder and harder, making me scream on the other wolf’s  tongue and causing a trickle of blood to come from the nipple. Not knowing what to do, but knowing that I did not want my tit eaten off I reached down and began to stroke his cock, hoping to calm him some. He flinched and growled when I first touched him, but quickly got to humping my hand, he also abused my breast slightly less. I felt like such a slut, here I was being tongue licked in the cunt, mouth, and breast by beasts and now I had to masturbate one of them. My pussy couldn’t take any more punishment and my legs closed harder and harder around the wolf. This must have made him angry because he nipped my pussy very hard and made me almost swallow the other dog’s tongue during my scream. The one in my hand began to grow and the cock came out of its skin, he was huge much larger than I thought anyone or anything got. The wolf at my pussy, still angry backed away and began to growl loudly, I knew then that he must have been the leader because the other dogs also backed away from me. “What are they going to do to me now,” I thought. “Oh no, not that they couldn’t be thinking of doing THAT.”

The beast at my head took a mouthful of my hair and pulled upwards, causing so much pain. The leader took my left leg in his mouth and began to pull me over. The combined effect made me roll over onto my stomach and rise up on my hands. A hard nip on my ass quickly got it in the air also. I knew they would have me as they wished and that there was nothing I could do to stop them. Tears ran down my face as I was about to take my fate. The leader mounted my back and wrapped his strong paws around my waist, his weight held me in place unable to move. I could feel his wet cock growing and touching the side of my ass. The leader began to rock against my ass, making his cock grow to an enormous size. One wolf licked my dangling breast as the other licked my face and lips. I tried to keep the dog at my fronts tongue out of my mouth, but he followed and toyed with my face. The beast at my breast would nip me to make me scream and open the way for the dog at my fronts cruel tongue. The leader positioned his now huge hard cock at my tender pussy, he rocked into it and I screamed in agony. It hit my pussy and blunted against my hymen. Again he rocked this time harder and my hymen burst open, lubricating his way with my blood. The wolf at my front was Frenching my mouth good as I screamed, taking me as he wished, the other beast also seemed to enjoy my swaying breasts as their leader entered me. The leader slowly, painfully fed his huge meat into me, my virginity had been taken by a wolf. The wolf on my breast began to nip harshly again and I knew what he wanted, I scooped up his still semi-hard cock and began to jerk him.

The leader built up a good rhythm inside my and continued to stretch my pussy to its limits. The beast at my mouth decided to complete my humiliation and mounted my front, his large disgusting cock right in my face. Moaning in pain from the violation of my pussy made my mouth an easy target for his cock, and he wasted little time in slamming it deep into me. I could taste the salty precum as he worked it against the back of my throat, it gagged me badly. Both wolf’s knots filled my poor abused body, locking my helplessly. The leader and wolf in my mouth forced me to work between them now. The leader would ram me hard with his powerful legs forcing me deep onto the beast cock in my mouth, then the beast I was sucking would thrust back and force my pussy deeper onto the huge leader’s dick. Being forced to be made into their rape bitch, being gagged and stuffed by the cocks as I was forced to jerk off the third. The beast in my mouth began to moan and jerk erratically, his cock throbbing inside me. While without my consent my pussy began to respond to the cock abusing it, grabbing it and massaging the massive muscle. The wolf cock in my mouth seemed to explode and hot cum ran down my throat and out of my nose, I gagged and coughed as it filled me. The wolf removed himself from my mouth and walked a short distance away to clean off his abusive cock. My mouth was only free for an instant as the beast I was jerking left my breasts and mounted my face. He growled menacingly and I knew what I had to do. I began to lick the cock with my tongue, tasting the precum and almost vomiting. The leader continued to rape my pussy as the new wolf sampled my mouth. He thrust his cock at my mouth like a dagger, I tried to avoid it hoping a lick job would be enough, but he growled and I knew I had to take him in my throat. His knot was already formed from my hand job and so when he shoved his cock in my throat the knot hit my lip and bloodied it. I tried to scream, but my mouth and face were engorged with the huge cock. I could feel my pussy working the leader’s cock now and I could also feel a stirring deep inside of me. “Please God,” I thought. “I can’t cum….my first orgasm can’t be while I am raped by wolf cocks.” But my bodies mind was made up and the stirring got stronger, I noticed as it did that I began to take the beast in my mouth deeper, and used my tongue to lick the underside of his huge male hood. Licking harder and the cock going deeper and deeper as the cock in my pussy continued to control and win me over. The leader’s cock pistoning in and out of my well overstuffed pussy. Moaning on the cock, not being able to take anymore. So many cocks, so hard, and me so helpless. They were turning me into their slut, making me enjoy their cocks. I screamed out as I had the first and strongest orgasm of my life, continuing to suck the huge dog cock and stroke it with my hand as I did. The leader let out a low growl and spilled his hot seed deep into me, overcoming my capacity and it running down the back of my legs. Still sucking, the leader just held in me until his knot subsided, then with a pop he was out.

I was crying now as my orgasm had passed and I realized what a slut they had made me in the throes of orgasm. I guess since I wasn’t sucking as good the third dog figured he would finish off in my cum covered cunt. He left my mouth and walked behind me, I was gasping for air and weeping, in no condition to plan an escape, so I just held still. He mounted me and found my hole, now gaping from the leader’s large knot. He was in me and pumping away furiously, as he did the leader came around to my face and put his blood and cum covered cock to my lips. He growled and there was no doubt what he wanted. Disgusted to the core I began to clean off the cock that raped me and took my virginity. I could taste the blood and dog cum on it, and far worse I could taste my pussy juices on it, still more proof of what a slut they had made me.

The wolf at my pussy was again making me respond, there was nothing I could do. His large hot cock ramming in and out of me so forceful and strong, caused a reaction in my pussy that spread throughout my body. I licked the leaders cock and enjoyed it as he smeared the cummy thing on my face, again I was coming and again I was a slut. The first wolf that came must have recovered his lust because now he was over and making me lick him also, I was moaning as I came and was being forced to pleasure the two other cocks with my mouth. The wolf in my pussy spurted his hot load into me and again I came to me senses, it was horrible like a lust filled insanity followed by unbearable guilt that the animals were making me cum. Making me enjoy their rapes.

The wolf that came first now walked down, being the only one not to have fucked me (he made me suck him and came in my mouth). The wolf that had just cum dismounted and the new rapist hopped up on me. My pussy was stretched horribly, so the wolf aimed a bit higher, slamming his cock into my ass. I was still being forced to lick and suck the leader as my ass ring was stretched and violated. The cock painfully went into me, and within moments the knot was butting its way inside. It hurt me so very bad, but made me stir also. Licking the leader’s large cock running my tongue from knot to tip and back again, my chin and pussy dripping from cum. Moaning from the ass rape and sucking harder, “yeah fuck me good,”

I whimpered. Almost instantly I felt the guilt but forced it back as I was being taken and being made to enjoy it. I began to scream loudly for them to fuck me more, for them to all take me at once and to make me their slut. “Fuck me Fuck me, more please,” I begged. They all took me several more times, raping my mouth, ass, and face. After about an hour I passed out and awoke to find them gone, who knows how many times they fucked me while I was out. I did know that they had all pissed on me before they left, so I was a mess; covered with cum and urine, clothes tattered and destroyed. I sneaked along the woods back to my house, got inside and showered and changed so that my mom never knew a thing.

So that is my story, now every warm afternoon I walk to these woods and lay in the sun on the blanket, hoping I will be awakened by the sharp pain on my wrist of my rapist beast’s  teeth. Ready and hoping to be made their rape slut bitch again.

(Seth Clearwater Imagine)

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Writer: Admin Madz

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I drive as fast as I can down to Seth’s house and see Jake waiting outside. “I take it he’s still out cold” I ask.

“Yeah” he tells me. “I kinda understand why he fainted though, your imprint accepting you. It’s a big deal.” he continues.

~

“Hey Seth” I say as I see him waking up. He looks shocked as he sees me.

“What are you doing here” he asks confused.

“Do you seriously forget our texts before you fainted.

“Oh that” he says remembering.

“Well Jake texted me saying that you fainted, so I came over to make sure you’re ok” I tell him.

“So you like me back” he asks.

“Yeah I do. Don’t faint again please” I say.

“I won’t” he says and just stares out in space.

“Seth, you ok” I ask waving my hand in front of his face. He snaps out suddenly. 

“Never better, the girl I like, likes me back. My imprint accepted me!” he says excitedly. I just smile and kiss his cheek, which makes him freeze up again.

“Give him awhile, let it sink in” Jake tells me.

“Yeah, I guess. I should get home now. So bye” I say and leave to get into my car. 

~

“Where’d Y/N go” Seth asks suddenly not seeing the girl next to him anymore.

“She left, I told her to let it sink in for you first.” Jake tells Seth.

“Yeah I guess you’re right. It’s just really exciting” 

“Congrats man” Jake says and pats Seth’s back as he exits the house.

im sorry guys i wont be able to post up any requests today i feel like shit and i have no motivation to write im so so sorry ejdmndndd but on a side note i got a feeling kun’s gonna debut soon idk why

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we are… right here.

People love you far more than you deserve, Tom Badgerlock. But you don’t even believe that they love you at all.
— 

Nettle, Fool’s Assassin by Robin Hobb (p587 UK hardback).

Alright, so I’ve had this buzzing around my head for months and seeing as I was clearing through some of my notes today I’m just going to come out and say it:

I have never been so angry with Nettle as I am whenever I reread this moment.

Nettle has every right to have whatever opinion she likes of Fitz, and given what’s just happened (this is right after they’ve brought the Fool back to Buckkeep) to Riddle, she has every right to be very angry with him. But this comment is over the effing line, because screw you. Because love isn’t something you earn or deserve, it’s something another person gives. And don’t you dare stand there and tell Fitz, FitzChivalry Farseer, who was brought up to hate large chunks of himself and see himself only as a tool and struggles not to keep secrets because he’s terrified of losing people if he doesn’t and who has done everything in his power up to and including offering his life in order to protect the people he cares about, that he doesn’t deserve to be loved. Screw you, Nettle. No. Nuh-uh. Not okay. 

I don’t think her second comment is wrong - Fitz absolutely does not realise how much people care about him. But no one seems to look at that and go “shit, this guy is really lonely and doesn’t believe he’s good enough for other people, maybe we should try to build relationships based on reassurance and trust” (though obv it’s not any one individual person’s responsibility to solve another’s problems). 

Fitz messes up sometimes, and I know we make fun of him for being a bit of a turnip (though tbh the more I reread the less I agree with those jokes, interestingly), but he’s a person who tries and is frequently put in impossible positions and Nettle Farseer I may otherwise adore you but for this comment go and sit in a corner and think about what you’ve done.

When your otp is a slow burn...

“Cal leans in next to me, but his eyes are not in the pages. Instead, he watches my hands, my fingers, as they sweep through the list. His knee brushes my own, hit even through his ragged pants. And though he says nothing, I understand his meaning. Like me, he knows there’s always more than meets the eye, more than we can even begin to comprehend. Be on your guard, his touch says. With a nudge, I reply. I know” - glass sword chapter 9 Me: omg clearly soul mates just get married already

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