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FP Jones/Andrews family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 9

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AN: This chapter is a little different… It’s also a little short so I may release the next chapter a little earlier than Friday. 

(Part One) (Part Two)(Part Three)(Part Four)(Part Five)(Part Six)(Part Seven)(Part Eight)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count: 1,335

Warnings: Well, FP is clearly older than the reader in this fic, none really

Before homecoming…

FP watched you leave the trailer with a unconscious smirk on his lips. 

You really were something else. 

He turned to the kitchen and poured himself a coffee, he had to be at Alice Coopers in an hour and if he was honest, he was kind of nervous. 

He knew Alice. He knew that this wasn’t just some social gathering to bring the Cooper/Jones family together but he said he’d go since Jughead seemed so damn excited about it. And in the end, he didn’t care that much about Alice’s intentions as long as his son was happy.

And your surprise visit was enough to encourage him to get through the rest of the evening. Knowing that you would be at the Whyte Wyrm in a pair of combat boots and black washed jeans that clung to you so tightly was enough to help FP through the night. 

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Imagine Jensen flirting and giving you his number while you take pictures of him during an event. (Part 2)

Read Part 1 here!

“(Y/n)?” you heard a knock on the door and a voice soon afterwards.

“Yes?” you asked and saw your assistant peak in, giving you a small smile.

“Uh we’re starting to put the set for the photoshoot one and I thought that you’d want to… help? I mean since it always is up to you and yeah.” she shrugged and your eyebrow shot up.

“Photoshoot? What photoshoot? I thought the next one was in like- four days or something? With the cast of the Avengers.” you mumbled, flipping through pages and searching through papers for your schedule. You had a lot of things in your mind lately, the most important of them being a certain green-eyed actor that made your heart skip beats every so often, so everything seemed to be a mess. You had forgotten about certain meetings over the week and you were just thankful to your assistant for reminding you every time. You always ended up running there but you at least made it so that was what mattered.

“Uh no, there was one for today. I thought you remembered it and just- just left the settings to-”

“Hell no.” you breathed out, gathering your papers in a haste and placing them on the side along with plenty and plenty of photos. You tried to tide everything up the best you could but failed so you just stopped trying in the first place “No, I just completely forgot about it. Great, I’m losing my mind. That and probably my job pretty soon.” you grumbled, rubbing your temple.

“They’ll be fools if they let you go.” she shook her head as she made her way to your desk to put things in an order.

“I’d say more like smart. Gosh I am so not myself lately.” you said frustrated and she smirked, looking at you “And don’t you dare say it!” you added sharply, pointing a finger at her.

“I didn’t say anything!” she raised her hands in the ir, giggling “But if I did it would be something along the lines of-”

“Don’t you-” you started warning but there was no stopping her.

“Jensen and (Y/n) sitting under a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” she giggled like a schoolgirl and you gave her a hard glare.

“You are so not my friend.” you grumbled, checking on your camera. You never let it out of your sight.

“Oh but I am! Which is why I am not going to tease you any further.” she smiled at you “But, I am being serious here. We both know that Mr Ackles is to blame for this mess you are in. Come on, I know that you’ve never been able to resist him, being the huge fangirl you are and all. It’s no wonder you are over the moon ever since he gave you his number.” she shrugged and you chewed on your lower lip.

“That was nothing, really. He just- he’s a fan of my work, that’s all. It’s not what you think.” you mumbled.

“Right, sure whatever you say.” she rolled her eyes “So I’m guessing you have not used it yet, have you?”

“No, and I’m not going to. It’s best if I forget about it whatsoever. I don’t need to give myself any more false hope than I already have. It’s made my life come upside down already, I can’t afford to fall harder for him. Not now.” you sighed, shaking your head as you felt your heart tighten inside your chest.

“So you have already started falling for him?” she asked with a smirk and you chewed on the inside of your lip, looking down. Hearing her repeat it out loud made the feeling set in the pit of your stomach and yourself get scared even more because it was actually true.

You cleared your throat, trying to ignore her “I’ll get going and if anyone calls- you know your job, ok.” you shook your head.

“Absolutely.” she chuckled at you. Of course this seemed funny to her, maybe for a reason you could not understand either, but to you it was only worrying.

You couldn’t get the man out of your mind, not even as you made your way to the studio. You just replayed the events of only a week ago in your mind and couldn’t help but think of everything you could have done all these days. And it was thoughts like that that actually distracted you from everything going on around you. You thought so much about him, all the time, that you…

…Had come to see him in front of you too?

You froze in the doorway, blinking rapidly as you stared at the sight in front of you with a frown. You didn’t ask what the photoshoot was about or with whom but you didn’t imagine it would be… the Supernatual cast? You almost pinched yourself, thinking you’d somehow fallen asleep on your desk but no, you were actually awake. You willed yourself to take a deep breath and push the glass door open. The sound made everybody turn to look at you and you tried to force a smile on your face. A smile that, surprisingly enough, felt easier to put on your face when you saw the boyish grin Jensen had on.

And as that, as his eyes locked with yours his words actually came rushing back to you “See you in a week.” and realization downed on you harder than a ton of bricks. You had really forgotten about the photoshoot you had with Jared, Jensen and Misha but he obviously had not. Well, fan-reaking-tastic!

“(Y/n), hey! I thought you wanted us to take care of the settings?” one of your co-workers asked but you shook your head.

“No uh I- I just happened to… have forgotten all of this.” you mumbled, looking at Jensen from the corner of your eyes as he grinned softly at you. And boy did you already feel your knees going weak.

“Oh alright then. Uhm if you want to take a look at everything then…?” he trailed off, looking around him and you bit your lower lip almost not believing what was going to come out of your lips.

“Uh no, no you just do your thing guys. I trust you.” you said and his eyebrow shot up. Not at the trusting part, but at the fact that you let them have full control of the settings and all, because when it came to your job you always had a thing or two to say about it but now, well all your attention was definitely not on your job but rather the man standing a few feet away from you.

“Alright.” he chuckled, shrugging. And no sooner had he left than you heard a voice behind you.

“You must be (Y/n), right?” you turned to see a smiling Jared.

“Oh uh you heard it.” you said with a small chuckle.

“Wow it’s actually so great to meet you! I’ve actually seen lots of your work, and I don’t mean just the magazines and let me tell you it’s all absolutely stunning!” he grinned at you and you found yourself actually relaxing at his presence. Maybe it wasn’t going to be as hard aas you thought.

“Really?” you chuckled, your shoulders relaxing “Oh thank you, that really means a lot! But- but where have you really seen it may I ask?”

“Oh actually-” he chuckled “You know, Jensen’s trailer. And some in his house as well, it’s literally full of them.” he said with a proud smile and your eyebrows shot up.

“He- he does?” you asked in a small voice, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Oh hell yeah! And Chuck help anyone that asks about a photo! He knows every single story behind them, he’s googled it all up and searched for your interviews and everything! The definition of fanboy!” he chuckled, nodding his head and you bit your lip glancing behind him to see Jensen’s smile had actually vanished and a mortified expression having take over. He was mouthing something to you but you couldn’t quite understand. You narrowed your eyes at him, especially at the crazy hand motions he was making. Wait, was he saying to… run? You couldn’t tell. And he couldn’t move because a grinning Misha was actually holding him back.

“Oh wow, that’s- certainly flattering.” you mumbled, laughing softly as you felt your entire face burn.

“No, just wait to hear him talk about you! He literally will never shut up about you!” he emphasized and you giggled. But before you could say a word you heard some shuffling and grumbling before you actually saw Jensen appear next to his friend.

“Yeah, must be a thing of the show, who knows.” he said, giving a glare to his friend “But be the example, Jared, will you?”

“Sorry buddy, kinda hard. I mean first I got get back to you for that and second I am just bonding with our photographer!”

“Yeah, yeah bonding can happen later. Just- go to Misha and-”

“Hey!” speaking about the devil- well maybe not “So you must be (Y/n), right?” he grinned at you and you couldn’t help yourself but chuckle at the look of desperation on Jensen’s face. Just as he was about to get rid of Jared there came worse.

“Uh yeah, and you Misha. I know, I am a fan of the show. It’s great to meet you.” you shook his hand as well and he grinned.

“Oh so you do? So, who’s your favorite then? You seem like the angel type to me.” he smirked, resting his weight on Jensen who only rolled his eyes and you just giggled. These guys were really amazing.

“Well, I feel sorry to disappoint you but I am certainly the hunter type. Older hunter to be more specific.” you shrugged, glancing at Jensen to see a smirk on his face even if he tried to hide it.

“Huh? Hear that Ackles, she prefers papa!” Misha said with a grin, patting him in the shoulder but you just laughed.

“Uh I actually didn’t mean John.” you shook your head and he nodded his.

“Oh Henry it is then, right.” he mumbled and you laughed again.

“No, actually I mean Dean.” you said, fidgeting with your camera.

“Oh sorry, I thought you said older- not ancient!” he said with a shake of his head and you snickered.

“What?!” Jensen exclaimed “Dude, you’re older than me!” he just shook his head “You know what? Nevermind, I am not going to keep this up. Just- why don’t you go take your places? Just go get some make up or whatever, go go go. Just go.” he pushed both of them.

“Alright, if you want to spend some time with your girlfriend just ask for it geez!” Jared said with a roll of his eyes as Misha just chuckled.

“Sorry about that.” he huffed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s alright, I understand and I know. I have friends like that as well. Will find anything they can to embarrass you in public.” you chuckled, glancing down at your camera.

“Yeah, especially things that should not be told out loud.” he chuckled, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“So what? Don’t tell me you really have photos I’ve taken in your trailer.” you bit your lower lip and he shrugged.

“Not as many as in my home.” he chuckled and your eyebrows shot up.

“Wow” you let out a shy laugh “I never thought there would come a day when I’d hear Jensen Ackles say this to me.”

“Why not?” he asked with an adorable frown “You are an amazing photographer and the shots you take are out of this world.”

“I- Thank you, thank you so much Jensen.” you looked at him with a sheepish smile and he just shrugged.

“I’m being honest, but-” he bit his lower lip and for a moment boy did you get distracted “Can I ask you something?”

“S-sure”

“Why didn’t you call? Or even text?” for a moment it felt like you had an unsure teen in front of you, doubting is his crush wanted to go out with him.

“What?”

“I mean-” he laughed nervously “-I kinda really waited for that but you just never did anything to be honest. I thought that maybe you’d want to talk sometime but I obviously- I was-”

“I was busy.” you blurted out the first thing that came to your mind just because it broke your heart to see his crest-fallen look “I was just very busy, I’m sorry.” you bit your lip and he looked hopeful for a second.

“Busy?”

“Yeah, so much that I actually forgot about today’s photoshoot. But I- I thought about it.” well it was the truth after all, you did think about it all the freaking time “I really did think about calling you but I- I didn’t have the chance, that’s all. I’m sorry if you thought any different, Jens.” the nickname left your lips without realizing it. But the boyish grin that spread on his face at that was enough to make your heart flutter.

“No, it’s fine. I realized it myself today but to be honest-” he chuckled lightly “For a moment I thought you had also forgotten about me.”

“Forget about you? Oh no, no Jens I- I certainly didn’t.” you shook your head “It’s impossible for a woman to forget you and such a meeting to be honest.”

“That’s really great to hear, then.” he smirked “So maybe when my turn comes we could a lot more talking than last time then, right?”

“Your… turn?” you blinked, tilting your head to the sie without realizing it. A habit you’d gotten from the show.

He chuckled, looking at you with sparkling eyes “Oh sweetheart, you really are adorable sometimes.” he bit his lower lip as he looked at you with a smile and you just tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“Thanks for that but I am still completely clueless as to what you’re saying.” you said with a giggle and he grinned.

“I’m talking about the photoshoot today. Or mostly photoshoots.” he shrugged and you raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

“You know, there is one about the show first and then one I may or may have not tried to set up just because I want to know you more.” he gave you an innocent shrug and this time all air did get knocked out your lungs.

Well, it was going to be an interesting experience when it happened because, well, you were so not going to ask about its theme at the moment. Let it be a surprise and oh you had a feeling it would be.

Wrong Place Wrong Time (32)

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Part 32 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30 Part 31  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 6,420 (Maybe a little more or less- lol sorry)

Literally feel like Minseok and Sehun filmed this part of the MV for me (GIF) How relatable is it to this story though? Haha. Enjoy guys.


It had been two days since the incident between Sehun and Minseok and Sehun still hadn’t come home yet, despite how badly he treated you throughout your time in the house you couldn’t help but hope that he was okay wherever he was. Minseok had told everyone about the situation briefly, but not into depth about you and him, only about Sehun being missing and so now everyone was on high alert. Chanyeol and Jongdae had driven round the area four times in the past two days, but there was no sign of him. Junmyeon had insisted that you carry on with your preparations for Red you had all been planning for a while and tomorrow was the day.

You were all sat in the board room going through the final, finer details and making sure you hadn’t overlooked anything.

“We have an issue though.” Kyungsoo said from his chair resting his hands on his lap. “Without Sehun here, how will you distract the security on the fifth floor. The cameras are constantly recording and there are always operators in the surveillance room, I really don’t see how we can distract them now.” The room was silent for a while. Kyungsoo was right, there was no way they could cross the fifth floor of such a big corporation without a distraction.

“I don’t know. Maybe we could use Ara? Put her in the elevator and have it open up on the fifth floor, it would pique their interest and they’d work to get her out of there too.” Jongdae shrugged his shoulder from where he was sat, looking at Junmyeon and waiting for approval.  Kris’ face turned dark, almost as though a switch had been flicked on inside of him.

“How dare you suggest using and putting my daughter in such a dangerous situation? Who the fuck do you think you are?!” He shouted at Jongdae, causing Ara in his lap to cry at his outburst.

“No Jongdae, we’re not doing that and Kris can you take your fucking child outside, she’s giving me a headache.” Junmyeon groaned, rubbing the temples of his head.

Kris sighed standing, bouncing Ara in his hands. “It’s okay sweetie, daddy’s got you.” He cooed in her ear exiting the board.

“Well we could use Y/N right? I mean you’ve done it once?” Tao said, pointing in your direction, causing all of the boys to turn to you.

“No.” Chanyeol shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. You gulped hard, you really weren’t sure that you were prepared to do this kind of thing again, especially now since Red knew who you were, you definitely wouldn’t come out alive, you stared around the table nervously.

“Look Tao is right, I’m sorry but using Y/N may be the only way that we can do this.” Junmyeon brushed a hand in his hair, “but we’ll have one of the guys tailing you so that you’ll be okay.”

You pouted, your lips quivering as you looked up at Chanyeol. He looked back at you sadly but the power was no longer in his hands. You sighed, sinking into your chair, you may aswell get Chanyeol to start planning your funeral now you thought to yourself.

“We’ll have you go up to the fifth floor Y/N and exit there. The security cameras will see you and be too occupied to look at the other surveillance screens. Meaning that Jongin or Yixing can slip onto the executive floor and take out Red. I’ll send Minseok up into the lift directly after you so that he can take out anyone who tries attacking you on the fifth floor. Baekhyun and Chanyeol have the emergency exits down, which we all already know about anyway and Kris can leave Ara home with Kyungsoo.” He nodded at no one in particular, as if confirming what he had said to be sure that it made sense to him. He let out a deep sigh.

“Get some sleep boys…and girl. Tomorrow’s make or break. Kill or be killed okay?”

“What about Sehun?” Yixing asked, looking up at Junmyeon with a worried expression. Junmyeon sighed again, but this time he didn’t reply and just left the board.
It was silent for a while, all of you were taking in everything. The fact that this may be your last time in this board room and seeing the others’ faces. It was like the last supper but without the food.

“Hey guys, you’d never hear me admit this on a normal day or anything, but since this is the largest scale thing we’ve ever done…I’m scared. Like I’m fucking bricking it.” Baekhyun laughed nervously looking around the table. “I’m scared that if I get hurt and you guys get hurt, nobody will be able to piece us back together, we’ll just…die.” He blinked, his face lacking any type of emotion now and it made your stomach twist. Suddenly involuntarily you began to cry, it was silent but it was also very obvious. Everyone in the room began to stare at you. You got up and slowly walked over to Chanyeol sitting on his lap and hugging him tight, your hot tears soaking into his sweater. He was rubbing your back with his hand.

“I might never see you again. So I’m saying goodbye now, the 10 years has been great Chan.” You breathed in between sobs.

“Don’t say that Y/N, we’re going to survive this okay.” But his words sounded as empty as you felt inside, he didn’t know if you’d come back either, you were sure that you were all assuming the worst by this point. You slowly ripped yourself away from his body, excusing yourself from the room and making your way up to your bedroom. You dropped onto your bed laying flat on your stomach, crying into your pillow, tasting the saltiness of your tears every now and then. After a while you heard a light knock on your door. You didn’t bother answering, but the person came in anyway.

It was Kyungsoo.

“I thought you’d be crying. Your favourite hobby.” He joked shutting the door behind him and wheeling himself over to you. You lifted your head from your pillow, eyes red and face wet.
“You’ll be fine Y/N. I’m sure you will. You have Chanyeol protecting you aswell as Yixing, Jongin…and Minseok.” He gave you a knowing look, you pretended you hadn’t noticed it. He laughed softly.
“Don’t worry I know Y/N. I’ve known for a while, I’m a good judge of character it was just extremely obvious to me. The way you both look at each other across the dining table and in the board.”
You slowly looked at Kyungsoo, you didn’t know you had been quite so obvious with it all, but apparently you had.
“I’ve dissuaded Jongin to pursue you, hopefully he’ll back off a bit now. But really I came here to say thanks. Honestly if it wasn’t for you, I think I would’ve topped myself a while ago and thanks for…you know…cleaning me up that day.” He looked at his lap bashfully causing you to smile through your tears assuring him that it was okay.
Just then the door opened, revealing Minseok standing at your door frame.

“Oh sorry I didn’t realise…I’ll come back late–”

“No. I was just leaving.” Kyungsoo gave you a small smile and began to wheel himself out of the room, Minseok standing aside allowing him to go past. He closed the door behind Kyungsoo. Clearing his throat he looked at you walking in your direction and sitting next to you on the bed.

“Hey, don’t cry Y/N. I promise you we’ll try to look after you.” He dragged you closer to him so that you were pressed up against each other, the warmth of his body feeling extremely comforting at this moment in time.

“I’m so scared Minseok, what if we all die?” You sniffed your face was still wet with tears that Minseok was wiping away with his hand.

“Look Y/N I won’t lie to you and tell you we’ll survive, because there’s always a possibility that we could die but we just have to stay optimistic and try hard.” He pulled you in for a hug and it lingered for a while before you pulled away again.

“What about Sehun? You whispered, almost as thought you were too scared to say it out loud.

Minseok sighed into your hair staying silent for a while, then; “I don’t know Y/N but I just really hope he’s okay. I love the kid I really do. You don’t think I was too harsh on him do you?”

You shook your head slowly. “No. I mean I understand why he’s upset but it was becoming a bit much, beside it was time you told him.”
Minseok nodded, slowly shifting you over from your side of the bed and lifting you onto his lap to face him. He bent his neck down and began kissing your lips, his hands roaming up and down your sides. Suddenly he slipped his tongue into your mouth, catching you off guard but you didn’t resist him. Now you could really taste him in your mouth and the concept of it was exciting you beyond belief. You wrapped you arms around his neck drinking in that same familiar smell that you had allowed yourself to become addicted to. He slipped his tongue out of your mouth and lowered his head to your neck where began kissing and sucking on your soft spot eliciting an almost inaudible intake of breath from you.

“Minseok…stop…” You gasped. His fingers were digging into your waist as he brought his lips back to yours slipping his tongue into your mouth again. This time around you decided to use your tongue back. Everything that you were doing felt so scandalous and sinful but at the same time it felt so right. His hands were roaming up and down your body as though he couldn’t help himself. You pulled away, your heart pounding.

“No, Minseok … I’m not ready…”

“I wasn’t going to make you Y/N.” He smiled softly placing a chaste kiss on your lips and stroking your hair softly. “I’d never force you to do something you weren’t comfortable with.” He was staring at you for a while, his arms still wrapped around your waist. “But I need to hear you say it. I need to hear you say that you have feelings for me so I know I’m not going crazy, so I know that this isn’t a hoax.”

“Why would it be a hoax?” You asked, rubbing your hands slowly and lightly up and down his shoulders and chest, his breathing gradually returning back to its normal pace.

“Because of the way I treated you in the past. How do I know that you’re not just doing this to get back at me, so you can turn around and break me when I’m in too deep, because I feel like I’m about to cross over that line Y/N, I’m about to cross the line where there’s no turning back. Where I can no longer contain how I feel about you and I’m scared, because I don’t want to feel this way towards you. Towards anyone. I don’t want to fall…in love.” He closed his eyes tightly a look of disgust showering his face, before he opened his eyes again.
His beautiful eyes.
“I’m slowly but surely falling in love with you. I don’t know what to do? It’s not love yet, I know that, but it won’t be long before it is. How do I know I can trust you to reciprocate those feelings Y/N? You’ve only known me two months, one of which I’ve consistently been trying to kill you, I’ve killed near enough 100 men, and tortured more. Are sure you can really fall for a guy like me? Is that really what you want, to end up with damaged goods? I’m not good for you Y/N, but I’m too selfish to want to let you try finding someone else. But deep down…” He sighed heavily, supporting your back with his hand. “Deep down I’m scared that at the end of it all you’ll pick Chanyeol. It’s only logical for it to end up that way. But I need this Y/N, I want this. I need somebody; I’ve never opened up so much in all the time I’ve been with Junmyeon and the boys. Do you know that you make me feel vulnerable?”

You raised a brow in confusion, you made Minseok feel vulnerable? How? You shook your head, burrowing it into his chest listening to his breathing and enjoying the subtle rising and falling of his chest. You had finally cracked Minseok’s hard exterior, there was nothing left of ‘Xiumin’ anymore it was only Minseok in his naked form. His true self. And he was no different to any other human being, what he wanted was what any other sane human wanted. Only it came in the form of you. He wanted you.

“I like you too Minseok.” You spoke into his chest. He let out a heavy sigh. A sigh of relief and contentment.
“But…” You continued. His breath hitched, “It’s hard to even try and think about developing something more in this house. I feel suffocated, there’s always too much going on and I can’t breathe, so I never really know where my head is at. Honestly I’m surprised that I’ve kept it together for this long.” You raised your head from his chest to look at his face, he stared down at you for a second and for a moment you were scared that you had upset him. But then he nodded.

“You’re right it’s hard in here. Maybe one day…we could get away from this place?” He began stroking your cheek softly with the pad of his thumb. Your eyes widened. Was that possible, could you ever get out of this place, how could you just re enter the ‘real world’ after you had all been missing for a while, especially him. Nearly a whole decade, he couldn’t just make an appearance it wasn’t as simple as that. You pushed away the thoughts you didn’t want to get your hopes up only for them to come crashing down.

“We should get to sleep.” You said shifting off of his lap and sitting back down on your bed. “We’ve got a long and important day ahead.” He sighed nodding and stood up slowly from the bed.

“I’m scared.” He said.

“Why? You said we’d be okay. We’ll kill Red and it will all be over.”

“No not about that, well a little bit about that. But I’m talking about Sehun. I just hope he hasn’t done anything stupid.” Minseok bit his lip nervously, his eyes wondering around the room, as if Sehun was hiding somewhere in here and he was trying to find him.

“I’m sure he’ll be okay Minseok.” You tried comforting him, but you were aware that you didn’t sound the least bit convincing.

Minseok face-palmed himself, grunting in frustration. “Ughh, shit this is all my fault!”

You put your hand in the air as if to stop him from talking. “Stop blaming yourself Minseok, this isn’t your fault.”

“But maybe it is Y/N.” He argued back. “I’ve been with Sehun for years and all of a sudden over this past month I completely started switching my attention to you, he’s not used to that. I should have eased him into it, he probably feels really betrayed right now. You should’ve seen him when he first joined he was so feeble and quiet. I mean his mum died in his arms for God’s sake. Of course he couldn’t help but latch onto me, he literally clung onto me so of course he feels neglected right now. God I hope he’s okay. I really hope he’s okay.”
You stood up to pull Minseok into a hug, lingering slightly as he buried his head into the crook of your neck.

“Look, I’m sure he’ll come back in a bit Minseok, he wouldn’t miss Red’s assassination now would he? Just give him a couple of hours okay. Just get some sleep.” You pulled away from him slowly walking over to your bed and you could feel him following you.
“Minseok I said go to bed…” You dropped down onto your bed covering yourself with your duvet. He lifted it up and slipped under the covers beside you.

“I will. But next to you.” You pulled a funny face at him, you weren’t sure if that was a good idea.
“Y/N I promise I won’t try anything; I’d never do that to you. I just want a cuddle. Please.” His eyes were begging you for comfort and before you even had the chance to deny his request, he dragged his body closer to yours, draping his arm over your stomach.
“I hope he’s not dead Y/N.”


You were all loaded into the back of a black tinted van. All of you apart from Ara, Kyungsoo and Sehun. Sehun still hadn’t come back home and a bad feeling was lingering in the pit of your stomach. Minseok had hardly said a word since you both woke up, you knew that it was eating away at the back of his mind, but for now he had to push thoughts of Sehun to the side. You all did, because right now it was time to deal with Red. Pulling up to the Red Corp building, a Kaleidoscope of butterflies were swarming around in your stomach, and not the good kind. It was weird how normal, and ‘legal’ the building looked from the outside. You could only imagine the craziness that would go down when you got inside. Tao parked the van a distance from the building. All you could hear in the car was breathing.

“Right guys. We’ve got this don’t worry as long as we stick to what we planned then we have this, okay?” Junmyeon said. “We’ll be fine. Remember who we’re doing this for. This is Justice guys; we’re nearly at the end of it all. And if I don’t make it out alive…you guys have been the best.” Junmyeon swallowed, staring upwards avoiding anyone’s eye contact.

“Just say you love us.” Yixing smiled poking Junmyeon’s side.

“No.”

“Go on, just say you love us.”

“No.”

Everyone started laughing and jeering. “Go on just say it Myeon. Just say you love us!”

“Shhhh! Alright, I love you all, shit! Shut up or we’ll be found out. I love you.” He rolled his eyes at everyone, who were laughing and patting him on whatever part of his body that they could reach. “Alright let’s go.” He nodded at Jongin, who nodded back at him and opened up the back door. Everyone was filing silently out of the van now in their black outfits, weapons held tightly to their sides and running to the back exit of the building. As per usual, you were paralysed sitting in the van staring at your hands in your lap. How many times was your life going to flash before your eyes, although to be fair this would probably be the last time that it would happen, you really couldn’t see yourself surviving past tonight.

“Y/N. Hey we need to go.” You looked up at Chanyeol who was softly pulling your arm towards him. Your stomach was churning but you got up regardless.
“Look Y/N, Just in case I don’t make it out I just want you to know that the ‘both of us’, was the best ten years of my life.” He smiled at you softly. “And I know you don’t want to hear this but I’m going to say it anyway… I love you Y/N and I will always love you whether it be in life or death, but your happiness matters to me the most so if that means being with Minseok, don’t waste another second if we get out of this alive. If I make it tonight, it will be hard to let you go but I know I’ll find someone else and move on eventually, everything happens for a reason right? I’ll find someone better than you.” He winked at you playfully. “But I hope we can remain friends forever and always.”
You leaned into his body hugging him tightly. 

“We’ll always be friends Chanyeol, nothing will ever change that. You’re the absolute best.” You stayed like that for a second and it was pure bliss, bringing you back to the simple days of just the two of you. You would trade in almost anything if you could get those days back.

“I’m sorry to break up this moment, but we have to go now.” Chanyeol broke away from the hug pulling your wrist and running with you towards the building. The closer you got the faster your heart began to beat, it was really time to do this. When you got inside all of the boys had already dispersed no doubt doing what they’d been assigned to do. Chanyeol sneaked you over to where the escalator was and winked at you leaving you behind. You took a deep breath, you knew that Baekhyun was somewhere watching you through hacked  CCTV cameras. You pressed the button labelled five and waited for the elevator to open. Your heart was in your throat and you felt sick, but you had to keep it together. The boys had waited for this moment for years, you couldn’t be the reason it screwed up. Composing yourself you closed your eyes waiting for the doors to open. 

Here you were at the fifth floor, you stepped into the lobby. Standing there waiting, by the time any guards came Minseok would have been here and you would be okay. Currently the escalator you had just got on was on the way down to Minseok and he was going to come up and be your knight in shining armour. When he had successfully taken them out then Yixing would be able to make his way up and take out Red and that would be it, you would all be free from it. The madness you had encountered, and the nation would be safe from his products. Your heart was beating erratically regardless, it would be a lie to say that you were not absolute terrified, because honestly terrified was not even the word to use in describing the way you were feeling.

And then you heard it, footsteps coming around the corner. And your body froze. A man in a navy blue janitor suit walked towards you, gun in hand smirking at you deviously.
“Hi there baby doll, you seem to have gotten yourself lost hmm? This isn’t a hotel darling.” You cringed at the use of pet names he was using to address you. 

“I umm…I’m just looking for the bathroom.” You stuttered, waiting for the elevator to open behind you.

“Hmm, really? Funny you came all the way up to the fifth floor for the toilet baby doll. Normally when people are desperate they stay on the first floor, huh?” He hung his head on the side. “Don’t treat me like I’m dumb babe.”
He rose his gun up higher and higher until it was level with the space in between your eyebrows.
Where the fuck was Minseok? He should’ve been here. He’d never make it in time now; this was really it you never imagined it ending this way.  You always imagined that you’d just die of old age or something like that, but never of a gunshot wound to the head. You let out a deep breath, preparing yourself for the end you closed your eyes allowing a silent tear to roll down your cheek.

BANG!  

You let out a deep breath. But how? How was it possible you were still breathing? How were you still standing? Why were you still alive?
You opened your eyes slowly as though you were scared to see whatever came next, when you looked down you saw the guard on the floor. A hole through his head, lying in a pool of his own blood. It was worrying that you no longer wanted to vomit, since you were slowly becoming used to such gory sites. But how did he die? You smiled to yourself crazily, that means Minseok got here in time. You spun around, to throw your arms around his neck, but stopping yourself in your tracks.

“Sehun?…”
You breathed. He stood there with a gun in his hand, looking at you blankly. Your head was pounding, what was he doing here. Why did he help you?

Just then you heard the elevator ping open. Minseok and Yixing running out.

“Y/N! Oh God I’m so sorry! The elevator got stuck and… Sehun?” Minseok stopped in his tracks, staring into the younger mans face, he was silent for a moment. Dazed.
Recollecting himself he shook his head. “Yixing you need to go, it’s now or never, stay safe. Y/N get out of here now, get yourself down to the first floor. Jongdae will be down there, you need to get yourself into the van.”
You stood there in shock still staring at Sehun.
“Y/N NOW!” Minseok shouted, you broke out of your hypnotic state running over to the elevator and pressing the button labelled 1. Running inside you waited for the doors to shut.

“Thank you Sehun!” You called before you disappeared.

Minseok’s P.O.V.
He stared at him in shock, what was he doing here? How could he just show up after he had scared him, he struggled to sleep because he was so scared of Sehun yet here he was. They stood there staring at each other in silence for a while, time was stood still.

“Sehun! Fuck it look out!” Minseok’s eyes widened as he saw another man from the corner, the man lifted his hand up shooting something in Sehun’s direction. Minseok quickly removed the gun that was in his holder shooting the man with it. He dropped in a slump to the floor next to the other dead body, the bullet piercing right through his chest.

His attention turned back to Sehun, who was gasping for air, his knees becoming weak as he was slowly dropping to the ground.

“Sehun, what’s happening?! What’s going on?!” Minseok panicked rushing to the younger males side. Slowly helping lower him to the ground to lessen the impact.

“I –I –It burns.” Sehun stuttered, pointing at his hip. “I can’t move Min. I can’t move.” Minseok frowned down at Sehun’s hip, pulling a needle out and inspecting it closely. It was poison. He had been poisoned, with a venom dart. Sehun’s breathing was slowly becoming more irregular and he was groaning in pain in response to the travelling burning sensation. Minseok was panicking he didn’t know what to do, he got up running towards the elevator pressing the button labelled ‘1’.
“No Min! Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me. She’s safe please don’t leave me for her again. Not right now.” He was crying in pain now but his face was blank at the same time. Minseok rushed back over to him kneeling down by his side.

“I’m not leaving you Sehun, I’m not going anywhere. It’s okay I’m here alright.” He stroked his hand lightly across Sehun’s face trying to comfort him as best he could.
“Where did you run off to Sehun, you had me so worried you know that don’t you? I couldn’t think straight.” Minseok smiled at him sadly, still stroking his cheek.

“You were worried about me?” Sehun widened his eyes ever so slightly, staring up at Minseok hopefully.

“Of course I was Sehun, how could I not be. I thought you… did something that would break me completely. I thought you killed yourself”
Sehun smiled ever so slightly looking up into Minseok’s face, feeling as though this was all he ever wanted to hear. He wanted to know that Minseok was concerned about him, just as much as her.

“I thought you couldn’t stand me ever since she showed up…You’ve been changing. And –Ughh! It burns.”

Minseok began panicking again, Sehun was sweating now and his muscles were involuntarily contracting and relaxing.

“I’m going to die aren’t I?” Sehun sobbed. “Minseok I’m going to die aren’t I? I’m scared Min. I’ve been scared my whole life. Oh God! I don’t want to die Min, not yet.” Tears were streaming down his eyes as he stared lifelessly at Minseok, causing him to start crying too.

“You won’t die Sehun, I won’t let you die.” He kissed him on his forehead, Sehun’s sweat covering his lips.

“Do you promise me? Don’t promise me something you can’t keep please Min.” Sehun coughed, his breathing still irregular.

“I’m not letting you die Sehun, I love you too much to let that happen.” He dragged Sehun up and slung him around his shoulder, struggling to get him down to the van.

“Baekhyun will know what to do. Just hang Sehun, I can’t lose my best friend. Not now.”

Yixing’s P.O.V.

He walked closer to the main office on the fifth floor. Hoping desperately that the plan would work, he had changed into one of the outfits of the security guards that he had taken out on the third floor. Everyone was relying on him, He had one job, he only had to do it well. Taking a deep breath he pushed the heavy door open. Red was not alone, he was sitting around the table with two other men. All three looked up at him upon his arrival.

“Yes?” Red raised an eyebrow, looking up at Yixing.

“Sorry for disturbing you Sir, but this is urgent. There’s been some sort of break-in. Some unidentified men have been running around the building. I made my way up to alert you sir. They’re heavily armed, my arms aren’t hefty enough.”
He looked over at the men sitting either side of Red, scanning their weapons; their guns were much heftier than his.
“Maybe they’d be better suited for the job sir? The intruders are on the third floor right now; they were making their way up here.” Yixing bowed his head politely. Red nodded at the men beside him, signalling for them to go and deal with the issue. Yixing moved aside for them to leave the room.
Red slowly stood up from his chair, squinting at Yixing and slowly walking closer towards him.

“I’ve never seen you around before.” He looked at the name tag “Jun. Hmm. Who are you?”

Yixing laughed sadistically at Red taking a step forward in his direction.
“I’m someone you don’t really want to be in the same room with alone.”

“What?” Red hissed, punching Yixing in the jaw. “You don’t work for me, who the fuck are you?!”

Yixing laughed again, rubbing his jaw with his hand. “I am your Omega. I will end it all here and now.”

Red ran over to his desk, opening a draw, looking for a weapon. “Shit!” He hissed, when he realised the draw was empty. He rushed over to the other side of his desk, hovering his hand over the emergency alarm.

“Oh I wouldn’t press that if I were you.” Yixing frowned, slowly pulling his silencer out of his holster. Red lifted his arm up, but before he got the chance to slam his hand down on the alarm Yixing shot one of his legs, causing him to sink down to the ground.

“I said. I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Yixing walked to the door locking both him and Red inside.
“You’re a fucking evil man Jay Lee. You’ve broken so many families apart. Stolen so many loved ones from innocent people. You even tried to kill your fucking kids, you sick bastard. You killed two successfully.” He let out another shot, shooting at Red’s palm. “You’re an old twisted man, and your time is up. This world doesn’t need you anymore. It never needed you in the first place. If you had plans to rest in heaven then I’m sorry to break it to you, but you’ll be smouldering in hell.” Yixing walked up to him, shoving his gun into Red’s mouth.
“I’d let you say something final, but you probably have nothing relevant to say. Sayounara you bastard.”
Yixing pulled the trigger, blood and bits of flesh flying all over the place and Red’s body falling limply to the ground.
It was over.

Red was dead.


It was two days after the death of Red and to be honest you thought that spirits would be higher then they were, it was as though the boys still felt empty. You assumed it was because Red had done so much damage already and it was all irreversible. Sehun had been in bed for the last three days recovering, you decided it was time to pay a visit. You knocked your fist on his door lightly. Hearing a low grunt on the other side of the door, you let yourself in. He looked up at you frowning. So apparently his feelings towards you still hadn’t changed very much.

“Sehun…I …how are you doing?” You folded your arms behind your back, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to another.

“Shit. Why the fuck do you care? Get out.” He mumbled, keeping his agitated gaze on your frame.

“Don’t be like that I’m trying to be nice…I’m trying to say thank you.” You lowered your head, admittedly you did feel uncomfortable and embarrassed showing Sehun gratitude, but he did save your life, so it was the least that you owed him. “I’m not sure why you did it, but I’m grateful anyway.” You bowed your head at him slightly.

He scoffed, pulling his duvet down so he could scowl at you properly. “I didn’t do it for you. I couldn’t really care less about you. I did it for him, he’d be broken if you were killed,” He rolled his eyes at you. “Please get out, I need some sleep.” You nodded your head.

“Minseok loves you, you know that right?” You said before leaving the room. “Last night when you were missing all he could talk about and think about was you. He was so scared that you had gone and killed yourself. He blamed everything on himself, saying that it was all his fault that you had run away. He loves you like a son Sehun. He said you mean a lot to him.”

His eyes widened, he sat up a little bit straighter looking at you.
“He said that?”

You smiled softly nodding at him. “He’s been through so much and he deserves happiness. So please I’m beginning you even if you don’t like me, just cut him some slack and leave him be. Minseok will never stop caring for you Sehun. I know you’ve been through a lot in life and I understand why you feel the way you do. But you need to realise that you will always have a special place in Minseok’s heart, no matter who else comes along. So could you please just let him be happy?” You stared at him for a moment.

He was staring down guiltily at his lap.
“I’ll think about it, okay?…please get out…I need sleep.”
You shut the door behind you, smiling to yourself softly. You were sure that he’d do the right thing.


A couple of hours later and you had just come back from shopping with Kris and Ara. He decided that retail therapy would do her some good, since she had been stuck in Kyungsoo’s room with him for days.

“She needs to spend time with her daddy. Don’t you sweetie?” He smiled at her, picking her up and kissing her on the nose. Seeing Kris as a father was strange but refreshing, since it showed that they all had it in them to make a change and be loving.
You had bought two crates of sanitary towels since it would become bothersome to have to go out and buy packs all the time, you weren’t sure how much longer you’d have to stay in this house, or even the next time you’d be on your period. You had decided to store the crates in basement of the house nobody ever went in there and they would take up too much space in your room so for now this was the best location. You grabbed the keys for the basement from a draw in the kitchen and carried them down the dark damp steps. Placing the crates down you, quickly left and went back to your room. The basement wasn’t the most pleasant place in the house.

You’d all decided to watch a film in the evening. Apart from Sehun who was asleep by now. You took a seat in between Baekhyun and Chanyeol. Feeling the most layed back that you had in quite a while. You were all staring intently at the screen. The film was a cross between a Romance and Comedy and was way too cheesy for your liking, but apparently Yixing and Jongdae were enjoying it.

“Hey Y/N isn’t that the necklace I bought you on your 15th birthday?” Chanyeol pointed to the main character on the screen. He was right, she was wearing the exact same necklace as you. A silver infinity symbol, with two small diamonds on either loop.
You nodded.

“Do you still have that?” He looked up at you.

“Yeah of course I have it on no—”You stopped talking. Touching your neck you couldn’t feel it, but you were sure you had it on today. Ara had been playing with it in the food court at lunch when you went shopping. You had it all this time. Getting up you raced downstairs to the basement, it had to be here somewhere you thought to yourself. You couldn’t lose it, that was your favourite gift from Chanyeol it was almost like a lucky charm.
Getting on your hands and knees you started scoping the dark room, desperately trying to find it. You moved the crates to the side away from the table that they were near trying to find your necklace. Suddenly you heard a beeping noise coming from under the table. Confused you looked up under the desk trying to locate the sound. Your eyes widened in shock as you jumped to your feet racing up the stairs to the living room where everyone was sitting.

“Everyone get out now! GET OUT OF THE HOUSE NOW!” you screamed, trying to pull everyone up from their seats. All of the boys stared at you in confusion

“Y/N what the fuck is going on?!”Jongdae hissed in frustration, trying to watch the film in peace, but you weren’t allowing him to do that.


“WE’LL DIE, GET OUT NOW! THERE’S A BOMB IN THE BASEMENT AND IT’S GOING TO DETONATE IN 5 MINUTES!”

Peter?

Request: Hi!! You can leave this ask if you want to, but I saw your description and wanted to leave a request: Spidey is walking down the street and he saves this girl so he follows her around like her guardian angel with lots of fluff at the end, please???

Pairing: Peter Parker + Reader

Warnings: None! Unless you count fluff. Then, fluff!!!!!

Notes: This took forever school makes me so busy I’m so sorry! also this is told from Peter’s POV :-)

Two / Three /


I walked around the corner of Fifth Avenue for the third time that night. I was just about to round back to the escape latter of my apartment building, this day really kicked my ass. I stopped three robberies just this morning, was late to Science and English which resulted in me getting detention, and still had to stop a shooter downtown at a bakery. To say I was excited to get back into my bed for the night was an absolute understatement.

I was on the second floor when my Spidey senses went off the chart. I pivoted left and right in search of anything close to me that was happening. I didn’t see anything within distance, so I lifted my arm and flung my web to the streetlight on the right of me and carried myself to the top, continuing until I was on the rooftop of the apartment building.

“Where the hell-?”

“Help, please someone help-!”

The scream abruptly stopped, my anxiety grew more as my eyes darted everywhere. I silently cursed myself for being preoccupied with my thoughts instead of actually looking. I took a deep breath before concentrating on my senses. It took a couple of seconds but I was able to pick up on the heavy breathing and the hushed voices – the most prominent voice was deeper, most likely a man in his late thirties.

I jumped onto three different building tops before settling on one below where a man had a girl pinned against a brick wall. She looked small from here, maybe a couple years younger than me. I almost missed the guy lifting the back of his hand in attempt to slap her, but before he can my web is already springing toward him and gripping his arm. I pull my arm, bringing him with me. Jumping from the roof down to the ground I bring both of my wrists up, pinning him against a garbage bin before turning toward the younger girl. While seeing her I see she is definitely my age.

“Spider-Man?”

Her eyes were wide, making them impossibly more beautiful. Just looking at her brings a heat to my cheeks, but before I could look incredibly stupid in front of her I bow my head and mumble a small, “At your service.”

I cringe inwardly at the response I give her, but her small laugh encourages me to grab her hand and pull her toward me. “Where to, Miss?”

“Don’t you have to take care of him first?”

I turn my head back to the man knocked unconscious trapped in my web and laugh lightly. “He’s not going anywhere. I’ll call it in when I get home.” She nodded, looking down and noticing how close we were. Her cheeks flare a little, almost making me melt at the sight of her innocence. “Speaking of home,” at this she looks back up at me, a small smile on her face, “where would I find yours?” She laughed again, tilting her head to the left, the brick wall she was just pinned against a couple of minutes ago.

“Actually, this building is mine. I was almost home free, but, you know… bad luck and all that.” She looked down in embarrassment, the color growing much brighter on her face.

“Hey,” I dropped my voice to a whisper, my hand coming up to her chin, lifting it back toward me, “I know about bad luck. Everyone has bad days. As long as you’re okay.”

“Of course I am!” Her voice came out louder than intended, I’m sure, but her smile returned, almost twice as big as the one she had given me before. “I had my guardian angel, Spidey, with me.” Her right eye dropped to a wink, making me thank whoever was above us for me wearing a mask right now. “Well,” she leaned up to kiss my masked cheek, backing away from my embrace and walking toward the front door of her apartment building, “Thank again, Spider-Man.”

She was already all the way inside the building, too far for her to hear me, when I brought my hand up to my burning cheek, “Anytime, Angel.”


It’s been three weeks since I saved (Y/N). I hadn’t spoken to her since that night but I had seen her name on a piece of mail she had dropped on her way in. A Heavenly sound from a heavenly human. I had been watching her every night on her way home from work to make sure she would get home safe. I tried to convince myself that I was following her to make sure she was safe for the sake of being the superhero I am, but I knew my sorry ass only followed her because I enjoyed listening to her sing her top three favorite songs on her way home, I liked watching her sit on her favorite park bench as she interacted with the countless dogs that came up to her. I loved knowing the kind of books she’d read in the café after work while she ordered the same hot drink with a hint of vanilla.

As I watched her round her corner and was just about to open her door, my feet hit the floor and I cleared my throat, causing her to turn and face me.

“S-Spider-Man?” She looked around us, noticing we were alone. I caught the small smile on her face as she walked closer to me. “What are you doing here?”

“I, uh, I just wanted to see you again.”

“Really?” Her smile grew and so did the color in her face, her gaze leaving mine and focusing on the floor instead.

“Yeah, I, uh, I’ve been watching over you, kind of, for the past three weeks. Crap! I mean, I just was making sure you got home safe. You walk alone at night and there’s crazy people, you know? I mean, God, I sound crazy.” I back away slightly, my face burning with embarrassment and my head shaking. Spider-Man was supposed to be confident, yet somehow around her my Peter was more prominent than ever.

Her laugh caused me to look back up at her. “You’re cute. Thank you for watching over me.”

It was quiet for awhile, us just smiling at each other.

“Well, I should get inside now.”

I panicked slightly before my eyes fell onto the book she was holding and before I could stop myself I found myself asked, “Can I borrow your book?”

“My what?” She turned back around, her eyes as wide as mine.

“Um, I was just wondering. I’ve been wanting to read it and I, uh, was just asking. I’m sorry, never mind.”

“Wait,” her hand rested on my shoulder, causing me to force my arm back to my side and turn toward her again. “Here, but this means I need to see you again. I want my book back.”

Her smile caused me to smile at her again.

“How about we meet at your café? Friday?”

“Are you asking me out, Spidey?”

“Well, I, uh… yes?”

“It’s a date.” She leaned up to kiss my cheek again, handing me the book in the process and then walking into her building after giving me another smile.


I walked into the café on Friday at 7, the time (Y/N) usually was here. I was nervous to go up to her without my Spider-Man suit on, but I wanted her to like Peter, not the mask. After grabbing my order off the counter, I walked up to her table. “(Y/N)?”

She looked up, her eyebrows pulled in as she looked at me in confusion. “Yes?”

“I brought your book back. It was a good read.” I smiled at her, her gaze falling on the book for just a second before standing from her seat and looking at me, her sudden burst causing both of our eyes to widen. She looked around at the other people in the shop before leaning into me. “Spidey?”

I laughed a little before taking a seat across from hers. “Call me Peter.”

She looked awestruck for a moment, just looking at me. Her eyes came up to my face, her soft hands gently caressing me. My cheeks burned a little more, thinking this might have been a mistake. I almost got up before she sat back in her seat, a wide smile on her face.

“Peter,” she whispered, “I like that. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

late night kiss pt. 7 [end]

a/n: THE END!! THE LAST PART!!! i hope you guys like it. i went all out and hit you with 3,354 words.

summary: you reveal to peter that you know who Spider-Man is, and it has dire consequences.

pairing: peter parker x reader

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Spider-Man couldn’t have possibly reached you in time to stop your body from slamming into the pavement. You almost shut your eyes to prepare yourself for the impact, but decided against it, not wanting to see darkness before it happened.

Later, you were glad you didn’t.

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◦ tattoo ◦

Originally posted by milky-melon

pairing: yoongi x reader 

genre: smut (rated m)

word count: 1.9k

❝ a deep red, you’re inside of me… I left a mark on your body❞

side note: this is based off the song “tattoo” by elo. here’s the link if you want to listen to it. enjoy!


“oh shit, y/n” he mumbled as his lips formed a small “o” shape. he placed his hand under your thighs, producing an intense grip. as he clawed into your skin, you cried out, following a soft gasp.

“yoongi, please let me cum”.


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Oh, Baby (Namjoon x Reader Smut) Pt. 2

[Pt 1] | [Pt 3] [Pt 4] [Pt 5] [Pt 6] [Pt 7] [Pt 8] [Pt 9]

Pairing: Namjoon/Rap Monster x Reader
Rating: M
Genre: Smut

Warnings: Daddy kink, spanking, toys, oral, etc.

Words: 5,148

Summary: You never planned on seeing him again, but here you are, having just been dragged half way across the city by a black haired male named Yoongi after you’d said Namjoon’s name aloud in the middle of a cafe. Oh great.

A/N: Soooo….part 2??!?! Yeah I never expected to write one, but here it is. Anyway! I have another A/N at the end so I’ll end this one here. Comments/Reblogs/Favs always appreciated!


“God! It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other!” your friend says, pulling you into a tight hug the minute you step into the café.

Laughing, you agree and she leads you back to the table where she’d been sitting before you’d arrived.

It’s a late Friday afternoon, and you’d just finished your classes for the week, heading right here to meet her since you both have fairly busy schedules, and therefore very little free time to get together.

“So,” she says happily, clapping her hands together with an expectant glint in her eyes as your waiter walks away, having just taken your orders. “What the hell happened when we were supposed to meet up two weeks ago?! I tried calling you over and over but you never picked up!”

You smile sheepishly, wringing your hands together in your lap as the image of a blond haired man in a pinstripe suit flashes into your mind.

“I…um…I was preoccupied with something,” you say smoothly, and it’s not a lie. You’d been preoccupied with getting your brains fucked out, and had then been preoccupied with stumbling home in the middle of the night, only a pair of jeans and a two-button suit jacket to keep you safe from the elements.

When you’d finally made it back to your apartment your neighbor had spotted you and run outside to tell you that some boy had found your backpack and phone sitting along the path on the north end of campus (on the path you usually took home) and had given them to the police. Apparently if you hadn’t gotten home that night, and if no one had heard from you by morning, the police would’ve issued a missing person’s report and started an investigation.

Thankfully, you’d made it home. After all, the last thing you needed after Namjoon had told you to keep quiet about the whole encounter was an entire police force jumping down your throat for information.

“Preoccupied, huh?” your friend speaks up, devious grin spread across her face. She drums her fingers along the tabletop patiently. “So, what’s his name?”

“What?” you sputter, blush spreading across your cheeks. “No, that’s not—”

“Oh, c’mon!” she says, eyebrows wiggling suggestively. “I saw you a few days after you ditched me when we walked past each other on campus and your face was glowing—and a glow like that only happens when you get some good dick, so what’s his name?!”

Sighing, you run a hand through your hair, grateful when your waiter interrupts with the quiet exclamation that he has your drinks. As he sets the glasses on the table you take a second to debate telling your friend anything—because you know for a fact that Namjoon isn’t your typical everyday business man. But…he had only said not to mention anything about what had happened that night, so… technically that doesn’t mean you can’t say his name.

“So?” your friend pushes again once the waiter is gone, and, against your best judgement, you give into her pestering.

“Namjoon,” you say. “His name was Namjoon.”

“Oooh!” your friend grins, wiggling in her seat. “That’s a nice name. But what do you mean ‘was’? Is he, like, dead or something…?”

“What? No!” you say immediately. “It’s just…I don’t think we’ll be seeing each other again.”

“Awww, that’s a shame,” she pouts, lifting her coffee to blow at it. “After all, clearly the guy was doing something right—”

“Excuse me.”

Blinking, you both pause and look up to find a man standing beside your table. He’s a clean-cut looking guy, white button-up dress shirt and worn out suit coat covering his torso. His black hair hangs into his eyes, a bit too shaggy, and his converse lined feet don’t exactly match his business like attire, but he’s still very handsome overall.

“I was wondering if I could have a word with you,” he speaks, eyes shifting over to you. You meet his stare, goosebumps prickling at your skin immediately—because while his face is filled with politeness, his eyes are stone cold.

Something about him doesn’t feel right.

“Go on!” your friend surprisingly nudges you. She angles her head towards the man repeatedly, a sign of ‘go get ‘em’, but you’re still frozen to your chair. You don’t think you should go.

“It’ll just take a minute,” the man promises, taking your hand into his. His calloused fingers slide along your palm, slim digits enclosing around yours a little too tightly, and with one brief tug you’re on your feet. Your friend waves at you as the man drags you away, your purse and phone left behind.

It only takes a few seconds for him to lead you through the front door of the shop and out into the busy street. However, instead of saying anything he just tightens his grip on your hand to the point where it turns painful and continues pulling you along.

“Hey!” you yell, just as he takes a sharp turn into an alleyway, and suddenly you’re up against the brick wall.

“What the fuck did you just say in there?!” the man hisses at you, hands slamming down on either side of your head as he effectively cages you beneath him. Shocked, you look up to his face, heart sinking when you see the fury in his dark eyes.

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To Break An Omega [Pt. 3]

Originally posted by spn-spam

Summary: Dean’s been trying to call you back for the past three hours with no response. He’s restless and Sam is just trying to keep his brother calm, but how do you keep a sea from storming? 

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Beta!Sam

A/N: It hurts.

Warnings: SPN swearing, blood, heartache, fluff,  


“Damnit,” Dean growls. He stares at the phones screen before throwing it across the library, listening to it slide across the floor into the war room. His jaw clenches, eyes cold and angry. The problem was he didn’t know if he was pissed or terrified that you weren’t answering. To say he was on edge was an understatement.

“Dean,” Sam says gently, “she’s gonna be fine.”

He grits his teeth. “Why won’t she answer then?”

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Candy, Kisses, & Elevator Sex (John x Reader x Alex)

A/N: Here’s my Valentine’s Day Special! Sorry it took so long, got into my writing zone and just couldn’t stop! Hope you enjoy!

You opened your eyes enjoying the feeling of refreshment that you didn’t usually get from just waking up. You snatched your phone off the bedside charger to check the time.

“CRAP!”

You overslept! Springing out of bed, you ripped off your pajamas as you bolted to the bathroom to get ready. Half an hour later you were dressed at least semi-well and running to catch the train to work. If you gave it your all you might be able to make it to work on time.

Panting for air, you held your travel cup of bitter black coffee in your hand and a pop tart in your other. They balanced in your grip as the station came into your sights. Just a few blocks away, the heel of one of your pumps caught itself on a crack in sidewalk and made you crash onto the cement. It was food and drink massacre.

The frosting from the pop tart smeared on the sleeve of your coat. The force of the tumble popped the top off your mug and coffee spilled everywhere. Your knees and palms had been scraped and bruised along with your ego.

Getting back on your feet, you found that your heel was finished. Limping the rest of the blocks to the station, you purchased a ticket and struggled up the stairs to the boarding platform before the train arrived.

You slumped in the farthest corner of the train and sighed wondering if the day could get any worse. Then your phone vibrated.

It was a text from your boyfriend, Sam. He must sent you a Happy Valentine’s Day text message. He was so sweet. You unlocked your phone to look at the message, excited that it must be about your plans for tonight. He said he had a surprise for you!

Sammy Sea-bunny:

Salutations (Y/N). I’m sorry to inform you that I have fallen in love with someone else. I’m regret that I couldn’t tell you in person. Hope we can still be friends.

You stared at your phone. The pain in your knees and palms from your fall overshadowed by the pain you were feeling in your heart. You couldn’t believe it. You already made reservations at an exclusive resort in California for your vacation in June. You had planned to London for his birthday. You quickly replied back.

You:

Eat a dick, asshole.

You silenced your phone and shoved it into the deepest part of your purse. It was all too much for you to take especially on a day without your daily coffee and breakfast. One more thing and you’d lose it. You just needed to make it through one work day and later you can cry over a glass of wine and your emergency chocolate stash.

Standing in front of the silver elevator doors in your bare feet, you waited impatiently for the doors to open. About two blocks into your walk from the train station, you decided to forsake your heels and go bare foot because it was better than limping around. Luckily you kept an extra pair of sandals in your desk that would get you through the day. You didn’t have any client meetings and had just treated yourself to a pedicure, so your feet looked fabulous.

The doors finally opened and a bunch of people pushed past you. You stepped in and pressed the button for the fiftieth floor. Behind you came in two younger men. One pushed a cart full of dozens of assorted floral bouquets and Valentine’s baskets. You glanced from one handsome face to the next. Ugh.

They were attractive to say the least. Nice features, full lips, young faces, slender bodies, and it looked like they had some well-defined muscles underneath their clothes. You licked your lips and looked away. Not like you wanted anything to do with the male species ever again, but looking didn’t count right?

The taller one and the one close to you were dressed in jeans and blue t-shirts, his jacket tied around his slender waist. He pushed the button for the sixtieth floor and met your eye. He gave you a small smirk like he knew you were staring. You scowled in reply, looking at the doors in front of you. Screw pretty boys and the rest of their kind.

Out of the corner of your eye you could spot him looking you over. You quickly felt the urge to explain why you were carrying your shoes but pushed it away. You didn’t need to explain yourself to anyone, especially two guys in a elevator.

You sighed and closed your eyes as the elevator began to move up. Soon you’d be in your cubicle, put on your flip-flops, and get some high calorie sugar treat and crappy coffee from the vending machine area. The guys behind you were talking about something, but you were honestly too busy thinking about whether to get a cinnamon bun and powdered donuts when a strange screeching sound came from above. The three of them looked at each other that sound was obviously not normal. Then, came a loud clicking followed by one weird bang and then elevator completely halted.

“What the hell was that?!” said the short guy. He walked over and pressed his floor button a few times.

“I don’t know but it doesn’t sound good,” said his friend. His hands buried in his jean pockets as he leaned into the corner of the elevator, legs crossed nervously. He wore the same blue t-shirt with matching logo on the front. Same as the other guy. You could make out the design more clearly now. Washington Floral Co. That was the local flower shop a few blocks over. You had seen their bouquets in the building before.

“Please don’t tell me we’re stuck in here,” you whispered. You walked over to the control panel. “Of all days, why’d it have to do today?” You pressed the emergency call button.

A voice came over the speaker. “Peggy here.”

“Hello. Um… I think the elevator stopped.”

“Can you tell me which one miss?”

You looked at the two boys but they both shrugged their shoulders.

“Uh… the one not moving. Isn’t there some kind of master panel or something?” You asked, rubbing your forehead. “I think it’s the middle one on the left, maybe. Or it could be the right?”

“Alright, I’ll contact maintenance and get someone on it. Sit tight. We’ll have you out in a jiffy~.”

“I hope they hurry up. We’ve got a ton of deliveries to make today,” said the short guy as he flung his jacket onto the bottom of the cart. He ran a hand through his dark locks and you wondered at how it was possible for it to look even better tousled. “John, better call Mrs.W, tell her what’s going on.”

John dialed up whoever Mrs.W was and turned to face the far wall for privacy. Which wasn’t really that private since they were trapped in an elevator. You caught sight of his firm backside and did a double take. Following along his waist up to his shoulders where his t-shirt was stretched taut by the muscles in his back, curving over his shoulders and hugging the muscles in his arms. He had a nice swimmers body type. Your stomach flipped and you snapped your head away.

You tried to focus on playing on your phone instead, looking at the time. Only five minutes had passed. Everything was being handled right? They’d be out in fifteen minutes tops, right? You took a deep breath and jammed your hands in your pockets hoping the rescue would come fast.

Twenty more minutes went by and Peggy’s voice finally came back. “Hello ma’am?”

You rushed up to talk near the mic. Not that you needed to but it felt awkward just talking into air. “I’m here.”

“It’s going to be a little longer than we thought. Seems there a computer malfunction and we have to get the tech guys. It’ll be awhile.”

“Peggy?” You waited for her to reply but got nothing. “Peggy! How long is awhile?”

“I’d say at least an hour or two. However, traffic is pretty bad today. Could be three.”

“Three hours!”

“Sorry ma’am. You got company or are you by yourself?”

You looked at the two boys. “There’s two other people in here with me. But don’t you have cameras?”

“Yep, but they’ve been out of order for weeks now. Some parts on back order. Always something isn’t it?” she laughed.

You on the other hand didn’t feel like laughing one bit. You backed up to the elevator’s wall and dropped to the floor, looking at the small square you were trapped in. The walls were closing in, seeming to get thinner. Three hours. You would have to sit here for three whole hours at the least. The events of the day hitting you like a ton of bricks.

You buried your face in your hands and that’s when the flood gates broke. A slow trickle at first, until both eyes gushed salty tears and you sat there sobbing into your hurt hands.

“Hey now. Being in an elevator with the two of us isn’t all that bad, is it?” said a voice from the other side of the room.

You gave sniffle, peeking between the strands of hair that cascaded in front of your eyes. The tall one in the corner had sat down as well and was scooting up closer to you. Oh my gosh!

You had finally reached rock bottom, crying your eyes out in a elevator in front of two hot guys. Squeezing your eyes tight and hiding your face more, wishing you could just disappear.

“Are you okay,” he asked, gently touching your leg and quickly looked up. You saw his deep brown eyes and freckles staring at you, through those sweet dark lashes, worried. “We won’t be in here forever you know.”

You shook your head. “It’s not that.”

You pulled up the text from Sam, holding it out for the stranger to see.

“Holy shit.” He gave your leg a firm squeeze. “I’m so sorry. That sucks and today of all days.”

“What sucks?” Alex knelt down next to them and freckles showed him the phone. “Woah. That’s a crappy way to start the day, huh?”

“You have no idea,” you said, telling them about the rest of your morning.

“So that’s the reason you weren’t wearing shoes. I’m Alex by the way and this big lug is John. We deliver for the florist not too far from here to help out with college expenses.”

“(Y/N). I work in the building. Shouldn’t you have classes now?”

“Yeah, but we’re skipping because we make a shit-ton of cash on Valentine’s Day.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “I bet.”

Alex’s eyebrows creased. “Listen, don’t worry about that Sam-I-Am guy. You got it goin’ on and deserve way better than that ass.”

You blushed, never could take a compliment.

“I couldn’t take my eyes off you when you first walked in and I was so nervous when you caught me.”

“Stop it,” You giggled. “But thanks.”

“I have an idea,” said John, his eyes sparkling with playfulness.

“This guy has the best ideas.”

“Let’s see what Miss floor 60 has in one of her baskets?”

“No way! We can’t do that!” You protested.

“Don’t worry about it,” said John, waving you off.

“She has most of the cart. Besides our boss will give the guy a refund. Say it was a delivery problem because of an elevator problem. Which is technically right.” He smiled, sporting two dimples on either side of his smile. He must of got a lot of tips with that smile.

“She must be a pret-ty busy woman,” said John with a huge grin.

You looked at the cart full of sweets and swallowed. Then you looked at the two men across from you, heat traveling down your body. You decided to ignore it by fiddling with your skirt.

Alex jumped up and walked over to the cart, scanning over the gifts that Miss 60 received. “This one.” He held up a basket. There was nothing special or fancy about the packaging. It appears to be the simplest one. “No card and nothing special about it, she’ll never notice it’s gone.”

The two guys ripped open the basket packaging like kids on Christmas. You shook your head as they pulled out some of the stuff inside.

John picked up a bottle of champagne from the basket. “Looks like we have something to drink!” He tore off the gold wrapping and popped the cork with ease. The basket didn’t include glasses, so the three of you had to make do without. John held out the bottle to you. “Ladies first, of course.”

You took it and raised it up. “Cheers and Happy Valentine’s Day to us.”

Putting the bottle to your mouth and letting the liquid glide down your throat. You passed it off to John, brushing fingertips in the exchange. Pleasure tingled between your legs. Your eyes met and a slow smile curved his lips making your nipples tighten. What was happening? You had gotten dumped, then two guys come along, and you were all in an extremely enclosed space.

John took three swigs, licking his lips as he looked at you, and then handed the bottle to Alex, who pulled out a box of chocolates. “Anyone up for some free chocolate?”

“Yes please.” You raised your hand. Finally you’d get some food in you.

Alex was about to pass the box to you but John put a hand in front to stop him. He leaned over and whispered something in Alex’s ear. You couldn’t hear but Alex nodded and grinned as they whispered to each other, then they turned to you.

“Sooo, you can have a chocolate, but you have to close your eyes.” Alex stated with a waggle of his brows. Suddenly the temperature seemed to spike as your mouth went dry.

“What the—? No way I’m closing my eyes.” You crossed your arms and leaned back against wall, trying hard to ignore the waves of excitement that flooded your body.

“Come on. Live a little.” John dangled piece of chocolate in front of your face.

“You. Are. So. Bad.” You bit your lip. “Give me that champagne.”

You held out your palm and Alex passed the bottle to you. Wrapping your lips around the bottle and gulping down two more mouthfuls.

“What’s wrong with being bad?” asked John innocently, popping a chocolate into his mouth. “Makes games more fun and if you don’t like our game, you can stop. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

John crossed the left side of his chest, making you wonder what his chest looked like under that fitted t-shirt and your heart sped up.

“But I must give you a word of warning, we’ve never met anyone that hasn’t appreciated any one of our games~”

You could feel the wetness between your legs grow. Head swimming with all your ideas of what kind of games these two wanted to play? “So you two often play games together?”

A smile spread across John’s freckled face, knowing what was running through your mind. “Only with the special ones.”

You followed the length of John’s body as he stretched out in front of you, admiring the way his shirt curved over his arms and clung to the tight body, how the denim of his jeans placed low on his waist and your eyes nearly popped out at the bulge straining in his pants. A rush of electricity surged through you as your eyes darted back to his cute face. “A-And you’re considering me special?”

“Today, we want to treat you like a Queen,” said Alex as he sat up on his heels.

Too excited, you couldn’t resist anymore. “So, what do I have to do?”

“While your eyes are closed, you have to guess the right flavor inside of the chocolate,” replied John nonchalantly.

“What do I get if I’m right?”

“Heh… if you’re right, Alex or I, depending on who you got the chocolate from, will have to take off an article of clothing. But… if you’re wrong… you do.” John smiled again like before, like he knew just how hard you wanted him. By chance, he moved his hand to adjust himself and your eyes carefully eying his body and movements.

Alex leaned over, closer to you and grabbing the champagne bottle that sat in your lap and took a gulp. The air suddenly became heated as the three of you sat there and looked from one to another. You couldn’t believe you were doing this!

You were about to play strip chocolate game with probably the most attractive guys you’d ever been in a room with. Your vanilla sex life was about to end.

You took a deep breath to try and calm yourself. “Okay, I’ll play.”

“Sweet,” Alex exclaimed and sat up straight.

“Me first,” said John, grabbing a chocolate and crawling over to you on his knees holding the piece of chocolate in one hand. “Now, close your eyes.”

You couldn’t hide your blush, closing your eyes tightly and waiting to feel the chocolate on your lips. You felt the pressure of something smooth along your lips and opened your mouth, tasting the minty richness of chocolate on your taste buds as the small piece entered your mouth followed by the touch of soft warm lips on yours. John’s lips. He had bitten off half of the chocolate and given you the other half. The chocolate began to melt in your mouth as his lips lingered on yours and his body hovered over you. Your body trembling from just one teeny kiss.

You opened your eyes as John backed away, his eyes half-libbed and swimming with desire. “So, what flavor?”

“…what?…” Oh, right, you had to guess the flavor. You chewed and swallowed the rest of tasty treat. “Easy one. Mint.”

John grinned. “That’s right.”

He wasted no time pulling off his t-shirt. You lost all ability to function. He was slender but his abdominal muscle clearly defined. You just wanted to reach out and brush your fingertips along in his slim frame.

You watched as his eyes flickered down to your chest and back to your face. That’s when you realized the show you were giving the two of them the entire time. Your nipples were tiny mountains against the soft fabric of your thin bra since you rejected the one with padding this morning and they had made their presence know under your red silk blouse.

You snatched the champagne away from Alex. You had a desire to just pour it over John’s chest and lick off every yummy drop but pushed that idea away.

“Time for my shot,” sung Alex already in front of you, the chocolate between his teeth.

“You are nonstop,” You said, wiping some champagne from the side of your mouth.

He pulled the chocolate out of his mouth with his fingers. “Yep, I’ve been told that a few times. Now, close your eyes.”

You closed your eyes again but secretly peeked a bit, watching as Alex crawled up to you and raised his face up to yours, delicately sliding his hands up the back of your head and tangling his fingers in your hair. He was floating so close that you could feel the heat radiating off his body on yours. Shit, he was so sexy. You felt like you were losing your mind. You were so turned on that you just wanted to jump the two boys and eat them up like chocolate.

Alex finally pressed his lips to yours, sliding the chocolate into your mouth. Soft. Creamy. Delicate. Alex plunged his tongue in afterward and crushed a kiss against your mouth, leaving you hot and breathless. He pulled away, his eyes darkened with lust.

“What did you think?”

Your cheeks were still burning from the kiss, but you managed to respond. “Delectable. Cherry is one of my favorite flavors. You lose.”

John laughed. “She got you, man.”

Alex chuckled, looking you directly in the eyes as he pulled off his shirt without breaking contact. You caught a sniff of his body spray as he threw his shirt into the other corner. The scent filled your nose and you wanted it all over your body, covering you, him covering you. The throbbing between your legs intensified and the magnetic pull you felt from each man as they went back and forth was dizzying.

“Alright, alright, time for the second round and it’s going to get a lot harder.” John shook the box of chocolates in hand mixing them up.

Harder? That’s exactly what you wanted. “Prepare to lose.”

Alex grinned, peering into the box since John already chose his piece. “Confident, are you? Then how about this. Round two is double or nothing.”

The boys looked at you for approval.

“Why not,” you said with a shrug. “I’ve still got all my clothes on.”

“Okay, but I just want to make sure you’re good with this,” he said, his face and voice serious.

“Fellas, I am so good with this right now you couldn’t comprehend it.”

Alex beamed. “Double or nothing then.”

John placed the chocolate between his pearly whites and began to crawl toward you except this time you decided to meet him halfway. You faced each other on your knees, leaning up and biting off half of the chocolate in his mouth. You sucked the piece into your mouth and let it melt on your tongue. John was right, it was harder. Peanut? Macadamia? Almond? Walnut? You weren’t really a fan of nuts, so you had no idea.

John leaned over to place a gentle kiss over your lips. Welcoming him, you threw your arms over his shoulders. Your tongues exploring each other’s mouths as his hands traveled down your back and pulled you close.

He pressed his hips into yours and the feel of his cock against you almost cost you the game. The friction between your thighs was so much that you’d need release soon but they weren’t actually going to finish you off in the elevator, right?

John pulled away from the kiss but still kept his lips on yours.

“Flavor?” he asked, his lips against yours, his breath hot on your face. Your mind was to mushy to register for a second, feeling drunk on chocolate and kisses.

“Um…Almond?”

He cocked his half-smile again. “Nope. You. Lose.”

You went completely red. John didn’t back away and Alex didn’t look away. “A deal’s a deal, I guess.”

You couldn’t believe your were going to take your shirt off in an elevator. One by one you undid the simple buttons on your blouse, sliding it off your shoulders and letting it fall away. You were relieved that you wore a newer bra.

“That’s one piece,” you panted. John put his hands behind his back, looking like he couldn’t stop from touching you.

Now you could do the teasing. Unzipping your skirt, pushing it down your hips, pass your thighs, and to your knees. You looked at both of them noticing how they were intensely staring.

Standing back upright you faced John. “I still have another turn.”

Wordless, John moved to the side to let you pass. You looked at Alex who had placed the chocolate between his lips and patted his stomach, motioning you to straddle him. You rubbed your sweaty palms on your thighs, making them burn more. You situated yourself onto him and bit down on the chocolate. Leaning more onto Alex, pressing chest to chest, face to face, the boner beneath his jeans hard and protruding.

“Cinnamon,” you mumbled.

“Correct.”

With you still on top, Alex slid off his pants and then his boxers. The only thing between you was the thin fabric of your panties that you were pretty sure are soaked by now due to the last round.

“So…um… who won?”

Alex got up to his knees and knelt in front of you. His hard cock, brushing against your thigh. You couldn’t help yourself, dropping your eyes to peek down, wanting to know what he’d been hiding. His slim physique did not do him justice!

So long and thick, you just wanted to reach out and stroke it, lick across the smooth skin and make him beg for more.

“Is there ever really a loser in stripping games?” John asked.

You laughed, shaking your head. Biting your lip, asking the question that weighed desperately on your mind.

“So… how far can the game go?”

Alex lifted your chin with an index finger. “As far as you want Queen (Y/N).”

"Why didn’t you say that in the first place! Game over!” You exclaimed, wrapping a hand around Alex’s cock and the other around his neck, plunging him into a deep kiss. He passionately kissed back, enveloping your mouth, tangling with your tongue. Then you felt the hands of someone else behind you.

John knelt behind you, kissing the tender area of your ear, sending currents of pleasure down your body.

“Which of us do you prefer? Have a favorite?” he asked.

You looked at him from over your shoulder. “I don’t know. It’s like asking me to choose between apple pie or cinnamon rolls. I just can’t. Do I have to pick?”

John pressed a kissed to your lips in reply. Feeling behind you, scrambling with trying to unbutton his jeans, anxious to get them off. Meanwhile, Alex quickly busied himself with your breasts. Taking off your bra, rolling your nipples between his fingers, licking at the hard buds, making sure to give them equal attention.

John finally removed his jeans and boxers, his cock sprung from the fabric prison and slid along your backside causing little waves of heat to follow. Reaching his hand around, he slipped two fingers into you.

“You are so wet.”

Your pussy felt like it was on fire. You moaned as John made little circles with his finger on your clit. Alex moved his head to take one of your breasts into his mouth, sucking and rolling it with his tongue. You arched against John as he stroked your slit and Alex played with your breasts.

“Fuck,” you grunted, grasping Alex’s shoulders for support, your pelvis bouncing on John’s hand.

John came out from behind you, placing his shirt on the floor and laying you on it.

“Have you ever been with two men before,” he asked lustfully.

“No,” you panted. Alex gently slid his jacket under your head and kissed the top of your nose as John placed himself between your legs. You shivered in anticipation.

He spread your legs wide and gave you a smile before burying his tongue in your fold. Fixing his mouth around your mound and plunging deep inside. You gasped and squirmed at the intense pleasure that blew through your body. Alex sucked on your bottom lip while John played with your pussy.

Moaning at how Alex devoured your mouth, while John plunged and greedily licked your folds and thrust his fingers inside you, slowly, achingly pumping in and out.

Spreading your legs more and arching your pelvis, you grabbed Alex by the neck and pulled his face to yours, twisting your hands in his dark locks. You were so close!

You felt the tension build up in your groin, desperately wanting relief. Pulling away from Alex’s mouth you moaned thirstily.

"More…Don't…Please…Need…”

John popped his head up. “Trade places!”

Before you knew it John had spun you by the legs toward Alex. You quickly felt the warmth of Alex’s two smaller hands as he raised your hips up and pulled you against his skillful mouth. He vigorously devoured you again.

He moved faster and wilder than John, alternating between finger and tongue, between circles and broad strokes, up and down.

“Alex!” You bucked and screamed his name.

Your hips thrust up and you went for his head but John blocked with a passionate kiss, encasing you in his arms. You fell back trapped in John’s embrace. White haze appearing behind your eyelids as the tension built up in your stomach. Your body wiggling and breath completely out in short pants.

“Ahhh…” You moaned into John’s kiss.

John broke away. “Hold up. Not yet.”

Alex gave one more hard lick to your entrance before lifting his head. Panting you could only lay there and mewl.

“What?… No… don’t stop.”

John knelt in front of you, that familiar grin back on his face, his eyes drilling into you. “I saw you licking your lips earlier.”

His eyes flashed to his cock then back up to you.

Finally! Readily crawling closer to him on all fours, grasping his cock with both hands. You licked the salty cum from the tip, taking more into your mouth. His cock was big, one of the biggest ones you’ve ever had the pleasure of blowing so you couldn’t hold yourself back from working all the way down his length till he reached the back of your throat.

John’s head fell back, his eyes shut tight as he gave a carnal hiss. You mentally smiled to yourself. John tangled a hand in your hair and held your shoulder with the other as Alex placed himself next to you, his warm palms massaging your bare butt.

He positioned his cock at your entrance, gripping your waist, and thrusting inside you, finally filling you. You squealed around John’s cock, tongue circling the cock. Alex pumped in and out, rocking you back and forth on John’s cock. Alex picked up the pace and you sucked harder. Getting off on how you could give pleasure and get pleasure at the same time.

Alex hit that spot deep within you that sent a huge tremor of pleasure through you and made stars appear in your vision. To make it better Alex reached around and stroked your clit while he pounded into you. His hand moved rapidly and wildly. The three of you built up a thread of stress that was about to snap. HARD!

Airy grunts, gasps, and the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing in the cramped elevator. You were lost in the pleasure and passion of the moment.

John hardened his grip on your shoulder. “I’m going to come.”

You reached up and played with his balls, making his entire body shudder with a few more thrusts before discharging the salty warmth of his orgasm into your mouth. You still kept sucking eagerly on his cock, wanting to prolong the moment.

John pulled your hands up to his shoulders as Alex continued to finger your clit and fuck you from behind. The feeling getting stronger than any you had ever experienced before. Digging your fingers into John’s shoulders. You were going to come!

“Oh, hell yes!”

“I love to hear you say that,” Alex breathed heavily as he continued his motions. Your body began to tremble and tighten around his cock as he came inside you. Your body exploded like little tiny riffles that blew through your body, exploding in different directions, and everything else melting away.

When you came back, the three of you collapsed in a tangle of naked arms and legs and bodies.

John kissed your forehead and Alex kissed your neck.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” They said together.

You smiled and cuddled closer to them. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

John planted another kiss on your lips as Alex lightly smacked your ass.

You froze when static erupted from the speaker on the button panel.

“Hello Ma’am?”

You quickly got up. “Y—Yes?”

“Sorry for the wait. There was trouble fixing it. Luckily the fire department is on their way to get you guys out of there and will be there in a few.”

“A few!” The three of you jumped up. “Thanks a lot!”

Racing to put on your clothes already able hear the noises coming from above. Getting the last button on your shirt just as the scraping of metal on metal came from above.

The door in the elevator ceiling was being removed and a head poked itself through. You quickly checked yourself, making sure nothing looked off.

John and Alex were clothed but a little flushed and sweaty. Did you look as sweaty as them? John inched his way over to you and fixed the back of your skirt with that mischievous grin of his. You bit the inside of your cheek, desperately hoping that the fireman wouldn’t figure you out.

“Ladies go first. We’ll send down the ladder and you two help her on up, okay?”

“Yes sir,” they answered in unison.

The ladder came down and you looked to the both of them. No time to give them a proper good bye.

“You’re one special woman. That Sam guy is an absolute idiot,” said Alex raking a hand through his hair.

“Hope the rest of your day is fit for a Queen,” said John, swallowing and looking like he could go another ten rounds. You bit your lip, the tingling between your legs and grew damp again.

You kissed each of their hands and put one to each of their mouths.

“Thank you,” you mumbled. Turning and stepping on the first rung of the wiggly ladder. Alex and John placed hands on your hips to balance you as ascended. Making it up a few rungs before halting.

“Sorry!” You held up a finger. “I need minute,” You called up to the waiting fireman.

You hopped down and faced Alex and John. “I was just wondering if you two had any plans for the first week of June?”

The guys looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders, looking back at you curiously.

“Any chance you’re both interested in a summer vacation to Cali? I already have reservations for two…but since some asshole won’t be going anymore… I’m sure I can add one more. Maybe make up another game or two over there?”

“I’ll start packing,” said John. Excitement dancing in his beautiful brown eyes, knowing he was already starting to create new games in his mind.

“I prefer the right side of the bed,” commented Alex, a snarky grin sealing the deal.

“Perfect.” Sticking your business card in each of their back pockets, giving them both a slap on the ass while you were back there, and then made your way back up the ladder.

When you got out of the elevator shaft your boss was waiting for you to give you the rest of the day off. She must have felt bad for you and you weren’t going to refuse a day off. You headed back to the train station with a skip in your step, but not without stopping by a small cafe where you got the richest highest calorie counting coffee and pastry on the menu. You sat at table still shoeless, sipping and eating. Suddenly your phone went off.

You got a text from John and Alex, asking if you’d be interested in getting some drinks later tonight and meet some of their ‘friends’. Looks like your Valentine’s Day was just getting started.

Knight in Shining Armour

Can I request a tony stark x reader? He rescues her from an attacker one night on his way out of a bar. She’s hurt pretty bad so he drives her to the tower to get cleaned up where she tells him that her attacker is her bf and she tried to leave him that night. Tony isn’t having it so he brings her home to pack her things while he stands over her in his suit to keep away her bf. He moves her to the tower, gives her a job and asks her out

Tony x Reader

Based on the prompt though I did take some liberties, I hope you still enjoy it Nonnie!

Warnings mentions of physical abuse, verbal threats and name calling, panic attack, swearing

WC 2520

AN I really hope that you enjoy this. It got away from me and it’s really long. Sorry (not sorry!)

You walked quickly, your hoodie pulled low over your head and your hands in your pockets.  Walking aimlessly, you weren’t sure where you were going to go but you refused to cry. You were done with crying; you were all cried out.

Because you weren’t watching where you were going, you bumped into what felt like a walking brick wall.

“Oof,” you let out.

Strong arms grabbed you to keep you from falling, “Oh, sorry,” came out a gruff voice.

“It’s okay,” you replied, looking up, gasping when you realized it was Tony Stark.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

You nodded. “Holy shit. You’re Tony Stark.”

He laughed, “That I am. And you are…?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.” You thrust out your hand, awkwardly, to which he laughed again.

He looked carefully at your tear streaked face, “But seriously, are you okay?”

You sighed heavily. “Yes…no.”

He pulled you into a brightly lit coffee shop and sat you down. Here he would be able to see you clearly so you kept your head down.

“I’m going to order us coffee. Sit tight.” His tone left no room for argument.

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not anymore pt.3 | peter parker imagine

Originally posted by tom-is-bae

fem reader x peter parker

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (final)

Summary: “you’re spiderman??…i think i had too much to drink at that party”: in which peter ends his friendship with y/n to protect her, but ends up hurting her instead.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sexual content (sexual assault) so if you’re uncomfortable click away 

a/n: this is the last part of my mini series!! even though it’s really shitty i’m v proud


Y/N’s POV: 

You wiped away the tears from your face hastily as you stormed down the empty street. You held your heels in one hand and your phone in the other as you tried to find your way home, your phone continously lighting up with multiple concerned messages:

Iris: are you okay?…i’m sorry that you had to deal with him today

Iris: y/n???

Iris: okay you don’t have to talk to me but can you please just tlel me that you’re safe xoxo

You smiled at your friend’s kindness and quickly typed her a response: “I’m safe”. You scrolled through the rest of your messages to see if anyone else had sent you anything,

asshole: i’m sorry y/n fucked up, can we plz talk?

asshole: y/n?? at least just tell em you’re safe

You rolled your eyes at him and typed “fuck you” before hitting send and shoving your phone back into your purse.

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Sacrifices

Requested: “Could I have another sad/angsty fic Where it’s like, the Red String of fate is a thing and only some people can see them, and they can alter them and cut lines and tie others together to alter the Soulmate Lawa, and Amy comes to the reader, knowing she can do this, bc Amy is marrying Mark the next day, and she asks reader to alter their strungs so she can be with Mark even tho they aren’t soulmates, and the reader knows how much they love each other so she does it even tho Mark is her soulmate”

Fandom: Markiplier

Pairing: Markiplier/reader, I think?

A/n: The ending is total shit but I tried! I’m still trying to find my flow with some of these stories but it turned out better then I thought it would. Hope you enjoy!


Originally posted by kurusakito

               You looked at Amy as she excitedly talked about her wedding. Her and Mark were getting married tomorrow and she wouldn’t stop talking about it! You couldn’t really blame her, though. They were just so in love.

               “And the dress, oh! (Y/n), you should have been there when we found it! It’s amazing.” You smiled and took a big gulp of the gold champagne that you held in your hand. You had a feeling that this was going to be a long day.

               “You sure are excited.” Kathryn said. You looked over to see her smiling at Amy as she paced around the room.

               “Of course I am! I’m getting married!” Amy kept going on and on before a sudden realization hit her like a ton of bricks. “Oh, but what if we aren’t soulmates?” Amy’s face fell. Here come the pre-wedding doubts.

               “(Y/n) can see the ties, maybe she can tell you.” Kathryn spoke up and both of them turned to you. You sighed as you looked at the red string that left your chest, went through the wall and stopped at the other room. The room that Mark was in.

               “I’m sorry Amy…” You trailed off and looked to the ground. Amy had tears in her eyes and it broke your heart. “Hey, that doesn’t mean you two can’t get married! Things can change!”

               “Yeah,” Amy looked so broken. “I-I think I’m gonna go to bed.” She rubbed her nose. “Big day tomorrow!” she faked excitement.

               You nodded and stood to leave. You gave her one big hug before following Kathryn out the door. Your heart ached for Amy but you also couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of her too. She was marrying your soulmate tomorrow, after all. You had known him since you were in grade school, but he never looked at you the same way he looked at her.

               “Wait, (Y/n)!” You turned to see Amy running up to you, her eyes still puffy and red.

               “Hey Amy. What’s up?” You asked quietly. Amy gripped your hands in hers.

               “I need you to do me a favor.”

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               “So, you really think I can do this? Just change your fates like it’s nothing?” You looked between Mark and Amy who sat beside each other on the bed.

               “Yeah,” Amy started, “I’ve been reading up on the seers and some people have said that they can break and make new ties.”

               “So, you want me to tie you two together?” You asked, feeling a little bit of dread.

               “Yeah.” Amy looked at Mark with so much love.

               “You’re sure that you want to do this?” You asked. Part of you wanted them to decline, to change their minds the last second.

               “Yeah.” Mark answered.  You sighed and nodded your head.

               “Um, alright. Close your eyes, I guess.” They both did as told. There really was no reason for them to, you just didn’t want them to see you while you did this.

               You walked up to Amy and revealed her tie. You wrapped your fingers around it and gently pulled, letting it snap and fall to the floor. The severed side slid away to the other end. You then turned to Mark. He looked so happy with his hands tangled up with Amy’s. You sighed and revealed his tie. Your hands shook as you gently pulled and just as the string snapped, a pang of sorrow grew in your chest. You picked up Amy’s string and brought it to Mark’s. The fibers tangled and came together before making a solid red line between the two. You watched as your string fell to the ground before turning into black ash and floating away.

               “There, consider it my wedding gift.” It was all you said before you quickly left the room. You left the building entirely and went back to your apartment.

               You didn’t go to the wedding or the reception. All of Teamiplier came and knocked on your door but you never answered. Eventually the knocks faded out and you were left in your dark apartment, slowly coming to the realization that you no longer had a soulmate.

Partners in (Fighting) Crime Chapter 7: My Hero

Originally posted by peterparkerimagine

Masterlist  Partner’s in (Fighting) Crime

Relationships: Peter Parker x fem!hero!reader, Michelle x reader (best friends)

Warnings: Minor violence and cursing. 

Summary: You test out your new armor on some bad guys and Sweet Pete’s has it’s grand opening! 


Michelle set up a camera in an abandoned warehouse. “Okay all set.” She says and steps away from it then gives you a thumbs up. “Armor test trial one, commence.” She says and you fly down from the rafters and land on the ground. “Superhero landing, all good.” She says and writes that down in her journal. You stood up, feeling proud and confident in your new suit. “Okay now time for the strength test.” She says and picks up a wooden baseball bat and carries it over to you. She whacks it hard against your armor and it snaps in half. 

“Holy shit!” You exclaim and her jaw drops. 

“Damn I’m good.” She says and smiles. 

“Yeah you are that was awesome!” You say. “My enemies are going to have a hard time fighting me now!" 

"Don’t get too excited yet. We’ve got to test your armor’s strength and mobility in combat.” Michelle says and gets back behind the camera. “Gun simulator test one, go.” She says and a bb gun you guys set up fires and you block it with one of your arm braces, the bullet fell to the floor. "Success.“ Michelle says and smiles. "Test two.” She says and the gun fires and you let it hit you in your chest plate. “Success.” She smiles. “Test three.” The gun fires at your boots and also falls to the floor. “All three pieces of armor are bulletproof." 

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Deals Part 2

Jughead x Reader

Summary: It’s a give and take world. You and Jughead are going to have to make some deals to get to know one another.

Word Count: 2290

Warnings: Like one cuss word.

A/N: The second part turned into more of a bridge for the third part of the series. I hope you enjoy! Sorry for the length!

Originally posted by elizabethccoper


You promised your mom you’d be back after the movies, but not before you grilled you about the details. Where are you going? Twilight Drive-In. Who are you going with? Jughead, a boy from school (at least you assumed). Who names their kids Jughead? Some pretty chill people. What movie are you watching? Rebel Without A Cause. I love James Dean, maybe I should go? No, absolutely not.

You gave her one last kiss before whining that you had a movie to catch. Not to mention, you had to get there and find a good spot for the movie. You pulled up, paid your five dollars, and found yourself a spot near the front.

You locked up the 67’ mustang convertible and meandered about. It was a shame about them tearing this place down. You always enjoyed a good drive in.

Stepping under the awning of the concession stand, you propped up on the metal counter. “Hi, can I get a large popcorn and a cherry cola, please?” You laid out a five but the kid told you the concessions were being paid through the ticket sales tonight.

You nodded and tucked the five in your jacket pocket. The white screen sparked to life. A short drive in commercial started rolling. Dancing popcorn, smiling fountain drinks, and some raisinettes jumping around, nothing put a smile on your face faster.

“I’d pay to see that a thousand more times.”

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My Boo: Tom Holland x Black Reader

I swear every time I say I’m done writing about this boy, I get new ideas😒So this idea literally came into my head based off the song ‘My Boo’ by Alicia Keys and Usher. Reader and Tom were childhood friends but part ways and then they both grow up to become famous. Will Reader’s new boyfriend get in the way of true love? 

Here’s the song, incase you want to listen to it for reference: My Boo- Usher, Alicia Keys

Word Length: 3k…


Age:5

You were heartbroken that your family had to move to London, you still didn’t understand why but you remember your mom telling you that daddy had to work. “Come on Y/N! Let’s go meet our neighbors, I heard they have a son who is around your age.”

You took your mom’s hand and walked behind her as she led you to the house. Your squeezed your mom’s hand as she knocked on the door. “Hello!”

After being welcomed to come in you still stood behind your mom, “This is Y/N, she’s a little shy.” Your mom laughed. “She’s so beautiful, I have a son-Thomas!” She called. You watched as the young boy stomped in the living room, “Mum I was practicing-” He stopped and looked at you. “Tom, this is Y/N. She’s going to be our new neighbor.”

“Hello Y/N, I’m Tom.” He smiled and stuck out his hand. 

After that day you two played for hours, “Y/N!” Your mom called. “Yes?”, “It’s time to go honey.”

“Awe man.” You pouted, “See you later Tom.” You waved and he gave you a hug. “You’re gonna be my new best friend, okay?”

You smiled and nodded, “Okay.” You waved and ran to your mom

Age: 8

You were the only girl hanging out with Tom, Haz and a few other friends. “I don’t even know why you keep bringing her.” One of the guys said to Tom. “She’s my best friend.”

“Well you need to pick a new friend. She’s too girly and she cries a lot.”

“Hey!” You yelled folding your arms. Tom stopped and pulled you to the side, “Maybe you should sit this one out Y/N.”

“But I wanna go to the dance competition too!” You argued. Tom sighed, “Fine.” He grabbed your hand, “She’s coming I don’t care what you guys say, she’s my best friend.” He looked at you and smiled. The guys groaned and reluctantly let you go. 

Age: 12

You were finishing up your homework when you heard a quick set of knocks on your door. “Mom, someone’s at the door.” You yelled. She opened it and a frantic Tom came running in. “I got it.”

“Got what?” you asked. “I got the part in Billy Elliot!” He yelled jumping up and down. You screamed and hugged him, “That’s amazing!” 

He got you and your family tickets to see him an you were over the moon with excitement. 

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They’ll Pay || Jughead Jones

Originally posted by kylogue

Prompt from @gentlydean: So this one is a bit angsty but I know how you love that. I was thinking a Jughead x Male!Reader where Jughead finds out the reader is in the hospital because some unknown gang found out he was dating Jughead, aka a newly found Southside Serpent, and hurt him?

A/N: I’m back, y’all! I hope you enjoy this very angsty story!

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The pounding inside your head was what woke you up. You attempted to open your eyes but the bright lights made you shut them again.

Why did your head feel like it was about to explode? Why did your whole body ache?

You groaned softly at the dull pain and felt someone grip your hand tighter. You didn’t even feel them before.

“Y/N?” a worried voice asked.

You forced your eyes open again and found yourself being stared at by your boyfriend who had tears in his eyes.

“You’re awake.” Jughead said softly.

“Y-Yeah,” you said, realizing your voice sounded scratchy. “What happened?”

You tried to sit up but stopped when you felt a massive pain in your side. You winced and laid back down again.

“Easy,” your boyfriend said as he got up. “I’ll get a doctor, okay?”

“No, wait,” you said. “Tell me what happened first. Please.”

Jughead sighed, sitting back down.

“Okay. Let’s start with what you remember.”


It was cold.

Way colder than what a regular May night should be.

You shivered as you pulled your jacket closer to you.

It was nighttime and you were walking back to your house. You had been on the south side of town, tutoring a Serpent kid who was having trouble with math. Usually you would have no problem navigating the roads back as you went over to Jughead’s new trailer on the Southside quite often. However, this time the trailer you went to was deeper in the neighborhood than you expected. Now as you walked back, you realized you were lost. The biker men standing across the street from you weren’t exactly helping your paranoia either.

You stopped and sighed, facing the wall, pulling out your phone.

You dialed Jughead’s number, putting your phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

You let out a sigh of relief.

“Jughead.” you exhaled.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” he asked.

“I-I, yeah, I’m fine, it’s just that I’m kind of lost. Had to tutor a kid on the Southside and I walked to his house. So now I don’t know where I am. Can you pick me up, please?”

Jughead was silent for a second.

“Where are you? What street are you on?” he asked quietly.

You were confused by his change in tone.

“Uh…” you craned your neck to see the street sign. “Carroll Ave. I’m on Carroll Ave.”

You heard Jughead get up and inhale sharply.

“Stay there, okay? Don’t move, don’t look at anyone. Keep your head down. You’re on the most dangerous street on the Southside. I’ll be there in five minutes.” he ordered before hanging up.

You shakily put your phone away.

All you had to do was keep your head down. You could do that, right? Then Jughead would be—

“Hey!” a voice boomed from behind you.

You froze, keeping your head down.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you!” it yelled.

You slowly turned around, gulping when you saw three men making their way over to you, ugly sneers on their faces.

“Well, what do we have here?” the smallest one asked.

“Ain’t you Jughead’s boytoy?” the one covered in tattoos pointed out.

You smelled the alcohol on their breaths and gulped.

“No.” you said softly.

The one in the middle, who was the tallest one, came forward, making you back up into the brick wall of the building behind you.

You were trapped.

“You know…” he began. “We can’t have any boys out there making the Jones men, especially Jughead… soft. What you and he got going on ain’t right. You know that.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Y-Yes, sir.” you agreed, not wanting to provoke the man any further.

The man looked at you up and down before turning to the two other Serpents.

“Alright, guys. Take care of him.”

Before you could formulate a thought, the two men started whaling on you, fists coming down on you one after another.

You couldn’t even breathe, let alone scream.

You thought the pain would never end as you fell to the ground, the blackness starting to overtake you.

The last thing you heard was the worried yell of, “Y/N!” before you passed out.


Jughead was trying not to cry as he held your hand.

“Sheriff Keller got them. All three of them. They won’t see sunlight again for a long time.” he said.

You slowly nodded and closed your eyes, trying to block out the memories. You didn’t even want to ask Jughead how he managed to get three grown men to stop hitting you.

Jughead quickly got up and hugged you, making sure not to press on any of your wounds.

“I’m gonna get them, Y/N. I promise,” he swore as he held you.

“They’ll pay for what they did to you.”

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Freeze

You wish you could stop time and spend the rest of forever with Jaehyun.

Wrote this at 4 am listening to heaven by troye sivan on repeat, so I guess if you wanna listen to that while you read, you can. This was supposed to be 500 words and became like. 1000+ instead so. hopefully the lil anonnie who asked for it likes it. Enjoy ^^

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anonymous asked:

Keep up the good work! Your going a good job I love your writing can i request katsuki, tsuki and kuroo their girlfriend having a nightmare but they woke up because there loud and he has to clam there gf down

Your hands are soaked, wet with warm blood. It’s a lot warmer than you expected. Bile rises in your throat as your eyes fall on a body only a few feet away from yours. You recognize too many features. Like those broad, muscular shoulders and that ash blond hair. You can’t breathe. There is no air in your lungs as you look at the red soaking your hands. You try to wipe off his blood— his blood— but it won’t come off. It won’t come off. Why won’t it come off?

You couldn’t control it. As much as you trained, as much as you tried, you couldn’t control the beast … the demon inside of you. It killed him … but can you really blame It when It is you? It’s inside of you. It was born with you. It didn’t kill him … you did. (Name), a murderer. (Name), a monster.

“(Name)! Wake the fuck up!”

You open your eyes, coming face-to-face with Bakugou’s scarlet orbs. You furrow your brows like you almost don’t expect him to be here. Your breathes come out rapidly as your hands latches onto his bicep, digging your nails into his flesh and trying to ground yourself back into reality. You search his face.

You didn’t … he’s still … and you’re not …  

“Calm down, dammit. You’re kicking the shit outta me.”

You blink slowly and nod your head. Bakugou furrows his eyebrows. Even through the darkness, he can still recognize that expression on your face. You had that dream again.

“Hey,” he says, “You aren’t a fucking monster.”

“Wha-”

“You aren’t like that bastard either. You’re my fucking girl, got it?”

You sniffle and bury your face in his bare chest. “Got it.”

“Good. Now, go back to sleep, goddammit. I’ve got you.”


“I’m so tired of you.”

Those words stabbed you in the heart and hit you like a ton of bricks. Tsukishima looks down at you with a cold gaze. His hands are casually shoved into his pockets. You shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut. 

“Wha-”

“I know you heard me.”

You blink, feeling your heart clench. I’m so tired of you. And the floor drops out from underneath you. Wind is rushing in your ears as your hair is wiped around your face. You are just falling in to darkness. Faster and faster. You can’t breathe. You can’t even see. You are just falling. And falling. And falling. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. Into nothingness. 

Your eyes snap open, and you take a shuddering breath. The room is dark, but not as dark as that place. You can see his golden eyes and his short blond hair. His hands are at either sides of your head, holding your wrists.

“You’re having a nightmare.”

“Ah, a nightmare?”

“Just a nightmare.”

“You … you’re not sick of me, are you?”

“You shouldn’t ask dumb questions, (Name),” he says, teasingly. 

Tsukishima comes down and pecks your lips. Laying back in his side of the bed, you look at him. He is laying on his back with his arm open in a silent invitation to you. You lay your head against his chest, and he pulls you tighter against his chest, holding you for the rest of the night.


Sometimes you dream about it. Sometimes you dream about the overwhelming smell of gasoline. And sometimes you dream about being covered in your own blood again. You don’t really think about it during the day. You keep busy enough. But, at night, when your mind is free to wander, it surfaces. The memories of squealing tires and scraping metals and shattering glass.

Kuroo wakes up to the sound of your screaming more than often. He awakens to you struggling, trapped in your memories because you swear you felt your scars burning again. That’s when you are most thankful for his presence.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he says, holding you in his arms and lightly trying to jostle you from your nightmares, “(Name), wake up, babe.”

You are trembling, shaking, quivering, as whimpers fall from your lips.

“Babe, wake up. You’re okay. Everything is okay.”

Your eyes flutter open, and you take a shuddering breath. Your eyes dart around, the smell of gasoline still stings in your nose and the sounds of sirens are ringing in your ears. You look at Kuroo with large confused eyes. He cups your face with his large hands, smoothing his thumbs over your tear-stained cheeks. You gasp, hands flying to where your gaping wound used to be. 

“You’re okay, (Name).”

“I-I’m okay?”

“Yes, you are.”

You rest your forehead against his bare, broad chest as you breathe in his scent, forgetting about the smell of gasoline. He runs his hand through your hair, holding you against his body until your shaking stops. 

FLYING HIGH - JBB

{synopsis} 1940′s bucky takes reader dancing; the night goes on, some brownies get eaten, and someone feels like they’re flying.

{warnings} sO MUCH FLUFF, marijuana use/consumption, protective!bucky, 

{pairing} 1940′s!bucky x neutral!reader

{word count} 1237

thank you nonnie for the wonderful request! lot’s of love xx


AUTHOR’S NOTE - this is extremely exaggerated. eating a single pot brownie will most likely not cause you to hallucinate, or exhibit any other symptoms written into this one-shot. i just made it dramatic because drama makes everything more interesting. 


   Bucky had somehow convinced you to go dancing. It’s not that you were bad, you were just so shy. People (let alone dance halls) were not your thing, and as the sparkling-eyed boy dragged you towards the flashing lights, distant chatter, and the very pungent smell of alcohol, you were regretting your decision. You stopped hard in your tracks, a rather adorable frown etching it’s way onto your face as you stared at the now concerned James. He placed a loving hand on your shoulder, “What’s wrong, doll? Don’t tell me you’re playing chicken, now…”

   You bit your lip and whined, “I don’t know, Buck! You know crowds aren’t my area… why can’t we just go to the movie house? I hear they’re playing a wonderful film about a girl with skin as white as snow who falls into the hands of a band of dwarves-”

   “Hey!” -Bucky shook your shoulders- “It’ll be alright, sugar. You have me to hang on to. We’ll stay for an hour, then go to the movie house. Alright?” -he grabbed your hand and continued your journey to the hall- “C’mon, Y/N, they’re playing your song.” And as you looked into his hopeful glowing eyes, the chilly September air seemed to melt away, the giggles and hollers of the people around you drained away, and a warm feeling settled in your stomach. Bucky would keep you safe. This was going to be fun.


   Ten minutes. It had been ten whole minutes and you hadn’t even considered going home. You were, well… you were having fun. The band played the most wonderful songs, each having a beat of it’s own, and you couldn’t help but sway your hips along with the rhythm. Bucky had led you through the more complicated dances (he was really good), and the warm feeling only grew as your saw the smiles on the faces of the people around you. The atmosphere in the hall was friendly, inviting, charismatic. Everyone knew what they were doing. After your fourth dance together, you suggested a break was well earned. So, while you took a seat in a bar stool, Bucky rushed off to the men’s restroom. You saw some giggling fellas rush after him, so you assumed he would take a while catching up.

   You couldn’t stop the giddy smile taking over your face, warming up your thoughts. You were having fun. And you were about to have even more fun as a plate of brownies caught your eye. Your head turned left towards the restrooms, checking to see if Bucky was exiting. He was no where in sight, so you hopped out of your stool and quickly made your way over to the table which the brownies were on, eyeing them and the people around you cautiously before taking one lightly in your hand. You smelt it, normal. Bit a small chunk off, heavenly. No one seemed to care that you were indulging yourself, and you were thankful. Though you did notice a few kids sitting in the chairs surrounding the table looked a little whoozey. They’re just tired, you reassured yourself. Bite by bite, you devoured the brownie. The chocolaty goodness invaded your insides, making your brain fuzzy and your stomach a bit jumpy. You weren’t allergic to dairy, right?

   Suddenly a wave of throbbing pain took over your senses, blurring your vision and making you stumble back from the plate. Sensing something was wrong, you fought your way to the back entrance, past the bathrooms, and violently pushed the door open. The crisp air did little for the waves of heat coursing through your veins, nor the pounding headache splitting your skull. You vomited, silently and shamefully, onto the pavement beneath your feet. Your stomach heaved up the remains of your day’s meals, exhibiting them onto the ground in a rather colorful mix. Was it colorful, though? You couldn’t tell, everything looked so colorful.

   The overhead street lights blared painfully bright, and you gasped sharply as you shielded your eyes. Stumbling back, you landed roughly against the brick wall and knocked your head harshly, crying out in pain and falling pathetically to the cold ground below. The door opens suddenly, and a strangled cry of your name splits the quiet. You hiss at the noise, holding out a shaking hand and telling them to “shhhhh!”

   A panicked Bucky kneels in front of you, his hands caressing your droopy face and his obnoxiously loud voice ringing in your ears.  “Hey!” you start, your voice slurred, “Stop that noise mister, or I’m gonna have to call” -you puff up your chest and deepen your voice, your hand coming up to point dramatically at no where in particular- “Captain America!” your lazy giggles fill the air and Bucky looks rather horrified.

   “Oh god, doll, who did this to you!” Bucky’s voice shakes as he lifts you from your rather comfortable space on the floor. You pout and try to fall again, you liked that spot. But Bucky holds onto you tight, quickly shifting your position so that he was carrying your almost limp body bridle style. As you rambled and he worried, he began the short walk back to your neighborhood.

   “Gosh, Bucky! I was trying to”- you hiccup- “sleep! The plate did it, the plate… he’s the one who killed Washington!”

   Bucky shakes his head and glances at your worriedly, “Doll… god I’m so sorry, I should’ve never left you, we should’ve gone to the theater, we should’ve gone to the fucking theater.”

   You gasped in a mocking way, “James Buchanan Barnes! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?!”

   Bucky chuckled and smiled lightly, “No, darling, I kiss you.”

   You smiled, giddy again, “Yeah, yeah ya’ do.”


   The next morning was absolute hell. Your head throbbed, your back ached, your feet were cold, and you looked like shit. You slowly craned your head to the other side of the bed and saw that Bucky was asleep as well, a small frown etches onto his near perfect features. You turned over (groaning lightly in the process) and brought your index finger up to trace his feature. His creamy skin, thick lashes, sinfully plum lips, and the soft curve of his jaw were all greatly appreciated by your tired eyes. When you had gotten to lightly running a hand through his hair, he woke, cerulean blue eyes bright and lively. But also worried.

   He caught your hand and brought it to his chest, scooting closer to your form. “Hey, babydoll. You ok?” he breathed.

   You nodded innocently, avoiding his eyes. “Hey,” he dropped your hand and raised your chin up to look at him, his fingers stroking your jaw lovingly, “it wasn’t your fault, baby. It was mine, I should’ve know not to leave you alone, I-”

   You stopped him, “James! It was neither of our faults, you shouldn’t have left me alone, yeah, but I shouldn’t have been so stupid as to eat a random brownie. Our faults cancelled each other’s out, alright? It’s over.” He smiled softly, nodding his head in understanding.

   “Now,” you began, a small smile gracing your features, “I need to sleep this off. Cuddle me?”

   He laughed happily, then engulfed your figure in his arms. And you both laid like that, in each other’s arms, you minds at ease, and the past behind you.

Safe Place

@queen-of-deans-booty requested “Can you do a DeanxReader where Dean gets turned into a toddler and he always goes to the reader since he feels safe with her and she takes care of him until he’s back to normal and then after, he confesses his feelings?”

A/n- I had waaaay too much fun writing this! This is all unbeta’d and written mostly at 12-3 am, so any and all mistakes are mine. I hope y’all get a couple good laughs out of this!

Edit: I fixed the “Keep Reading” option. Again, I’m so sorry this monster was clogging up your dashes!

Word count: 4,366 (sorry not sorry)

Warnings: Swearing, typical Supernatural violence, witches putting spells on people, toddler!Dean (Yes, that is a warning), Sammy is kind of an asshole in the beginning. So is Dean. But just for a hot minute.


As soon as Sam found this hunt, you had a pit in your stomach. You knew something was off from the moment he started explaining it in the Impala. People were turning up dead in their homes, with no sign of forced entry. They were all young adults, 18-25, and Sam thought it may have been a shtriga.

“But it’s not feeding on kids, Sam,” you argued.

“Yeah but it’s a college town. Not a whole lot of kids around, Y/N. 18 is still really young. We need to take a look around and check it out.”

“I’m telling you guys, this screams ‘witch’ to me… Why can you never believe me?”

Sam turned around to look at you with his bitch face. “Because the last time you insisted it was something else, we went in prepared for a werewolf and almost got our hearts ripped out by a damn ghost!”

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