i drew this in ten minutes so give me a break

Father

“Where’s Malfoy?” The vacant spot next to professor Sinistra immediately caught his eye. Usually he was greeted every morning with a “Late for breakfast again now, are we? You know you could just set an alarm for once like a normal person.” And Harry would respond with something among the lines of “I’m not a normal person, I’m the chosen one.” Then Malfoy would roll his eyes while Harry did a dramatic hair flip.

He always loved seeing Malfoy struggle to suppress a smile every time he did that, and had gotten quite accustomed to their morning ritual.

“Called in sick this morning. Migraine I believe.” Answered professor Mcgonagall.

“Odd. I don’t believe he’s ever been sick since he started working here.” Professor Sinistra looked a bit worried.

“Shouldn’t someone go check on him?”

“Yes, excellent idea Harry. Why don’t you go bring our favorite Slytherin a nice cup of tea? Maybe mention you still haven’t bought an alarm clock while you’re at it.” Neville always made comments like these and Harry still didn’t know why. He and Malfoy seemed to get along just fine but as soon as Harry suggested Neville should go to him to run an errand or something he always sent Harry instead.

“Uhm, well I don’t think I’ll bother him with my non existing shopping habits but I’ll go and have a look. If someone could cover the first couple of minutes of my second years…?”

“Yes of course Harry.” Sounded the answer from Neville, professor Mcgonagall and Flitwick, who exchanged some knowing looks with each other.

“Right then… I’ll go pay him a visit…” Harry gave his colleagues a strange look.

“You go do that Potter.”

“A task right up your alley.”

“Remember to be safe!” Called Neville after him. Sometimes Harry didn’t really get his co-workers. After giving them another questioning look Harry walked off towards the dungeons. It was too early to deal with their weird behaviour.


“Malfoy? Malfoy are you in there?” Harry got no response, but when he pressed his ear to the door he could hear heavy, irregular breathing. Someone was in there at least, and if it wasn’t Malfoy then Harry had to chase the intruder out. And if it was Malfoy then he might be in dire need of help since he didn’t answer.

He decided to open the door.

“Malfoy? Are you in here? I brought tea… “ Harry looked around in the room. It didn’t look like Malfoy was suffering from migraine. The torches on the sides of the walls were burning brightly and illuminated a true mess of a room. Clothes, books, quills and a couple of empty wine bottles decorated the floor.

“Malfoy?” The blond man sat on the middle of his king-sized bed on the far end of the room. He was hugging his knees, and stared out of the window looking out into the great lake. He didn’t respond.

Harry took some tentative steps towards the bed, careful not to trod on anything. “Are you alright? Minerva said…”

His words got stuck in his throat. The closer he got the more he saw. Malfoy was clutching a ministry letter in his hands, the date above the writing told Harry it had arrived the day before. But what shook him the most was that Malfoy was crying.

Silent tears were running down his face, showing no sign of stopping any time soon.

“What happened?” Harry put down the steaming mug of tea on the nightstand, shocked. The last time he’d seen Malfoy cry was during sixth year in the bathroom, just before he cocked everything up by nearly murdering him.

Something bad must have happened. Something really bad.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was barely above a whisper. He felt nerves pool in his gut waiting for the answer.

What could have upset Malfoy so much? What on earth could possibly have the power to break the man who even after the war and the trials hadn’t been broken. The man who had turned Slytherin from a mouldy and disgusting mess into a proud and fierce house again. The man who had been so strong that even Ron had started to admire his character, though he would never admit it.

“He’s reopening his case. He’s blaming everything on me. Everything.” Malfoy drew a couple of shaky breaths. He looked like he could pass out any moment.

Harry suddenly felt his insides turn to ice. It had been ten years since the trials. Ten years. That meant convicts could now ask for a do-over of their case.

He pried the ministry letter from Malfoy’s cramped up hands and read. His frozen insides fell out. Lucius Malfoy was pleading not-guilty, on the grounds that his son had forced him to join Voldemort’s ranks. His own son. He was blaming everything on his own son.

“I won’t let them do this to you. I won’t let them force you to re-live everything, I won’t.” Harry crumbled up the letter in his shaking hands. He wanted to punch something, or floo to the ministry and tell them exactly why this was not happening, or…

“Please leave.” Sniffled Malfoy. “I need to be alone right now.” It broke Harry’s heart that the man thought Harry could leave him alone when he was in such a high state of distress. If ever there had been a moment when Malfoy should not be alone, it was now.

Malfoy tried to wipe the tears from his eyes, tried to recompose himself. Harry caught his hands. “Don’t. Don’t do that. He betrayed you. He is your father and he betrayed you. You’re allowed to be upset.”

“I’m not, Potter.” He tried to free his hands while avoiding Harry’s gaze. “I’m fucking not, I should have been in class ten minutes ago. I can’t… “

“You can. Fuck you Malfoy, for thinking that you don’t even deserve to be upset about this.” Malfoy tried to pull his hands free again, and this time Harry pulled back. Without much resistance Malfoy fell towards Harry, who let go of his hands and wrapped him into a hug.

“Shove it Malfoy.” He kicked off his shoes and sat down on the bed, holding Malfoy tightly wrapped in his arms. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Malfoy didn’t protest anymore, suddenly he felt all of his energy drain away. He’d barely survived the first trials, repeating everything… It was too much to ask. He didn’t even have the energy to feel ashamed for crying in front of his former rival, his current crush.

He caved and he caved hard. “He is my dad.” Malfoy buried his head in the crook of Harry’s neck, his voice broken by tears. “What kind of monster do you have to be, in order to make your own father hate you?”


So I thought it might be fun to write a piece of this story every time I hit a memorable number of followers, in this case that’s 250. Is that a good idea not? Please tell me I have zero judgement skills.

I have reached 350 followers! Omg thank you guys! You can now you can read part two here

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Smut  // How does one function upon knowing that their next door neighbour, Citrus134 (Kyungsoo) is the audio porn star of their dreams?

Follow up to Audiophile

So, what is the first thing you do when you’ve discovered that your new neighbour posts audio porn online? You lie back on your back and plug your earphones in then go through all of his audios…all of them. You listen to his breaths, laughs and groans over and over until they’re imprinted into your mind. that’s what you do.

Then you imagined him. You imagined his plump lips clamped between his teeth as he stifles a groan. You imagined his bare chest rising up and down as he tried to suck as much air as he could. You imagined his black hair sticking to his forehead after he spends 10 minutes edging.

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Close Encounter

Summary: In which Bucky and Y/N find themselves in a bit of an awkward position. 

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Masterlist

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh


“Hey,” Sam said, flinging himself onto the armchair. “Where are the girls at?”

“Kitchen,” Steve mumbled, his mouth full of crisps. Sam rolled his eyes.

“Thought you were supposed to be a gentleman.”

Steve merely shrugged in response, shoving another handful of crisps into his mouth. Bucky shook his head in amusement, before checking his phone.

“So, Barnes,” Sam said, leaning towards him with a shit-eating grin on his face. “What’s going on with you and Y/N?”

Bucky raised an eyebrow and glanced up at Sam, not saying a word. Steve looked at Bucky, an amused smirk on his face.

“What do you mean?”

Steve and Sam shared a glance, before looking back at Bucky.

“Well…. you know,” Sam said suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows.

Bucky frowned, before putting his phone down.

“Do elaborate.”

Sam and Steve shared another knowing look, before looking back at Bucky once more.

“You guys seem… friendly,” Steve said, causing Bucky to shrug.

“She’s nice.”

Yuhuh.”

Bucky huffed and rolled his eyes.

“She’s a nice person and a skillful agent.”

“Right,” Sam said, his eyes still on Bucky.

Bucky turned his attention back to his phone.

“Alright, alright, alright,” Natasha sang as she entered the room holding a bottle in each hand.”

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Parallel Universe: Exhibit A

Could you create the world in FtWD VIII? “You would have walked into my bar one summer night,” Elyza whispered as hips moved against her own, wanting to go again. “I would have seen you and fallen in love, but played it overly cool. Invited you back to mine. Fucked you til sun up and sent you on your way.” Please. And thank you for your work.

“Yeah, yeah, I swear I go to class,” she muttered, meandering around the back dock in small, lazy circles as she mumbled into the phone balanced on her shoulder. “I’m not working too many hours. I’m getting it all done, I swear.”

On the other end, a woman fret and tried to make sure the bartender kept up with her studies, all while still on the other side of the world. It made Elyza smile, despite the roll of her eyes to each mundane, motherly question.

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Naughty Boy*

Steve Rogers x Reader Fic

Paring: Steve Rogers x Reader  |  Word Count: 2068
Warnings: Fluff, Embarrassed Steve, Smut NSFW (18+)

Song: Nasty Naughty Boy by Christina Aguilera (this is what happens when I spend the day trolling Spotify instead of being productive.)

Summary: Steve’s birthday takes a surprising turn.


“What in the world are we doing here?” Steve asked, cheeks already reddening.

“You only turn a hundred once, Cap,” Natasha snickered, leading Steve toward a table just slightly off center of the stage.

“Yeah, but…” he sighed when Bucky clamped the metal hand on his shoulder and shoved him in a chair.

“You’re such a wuss. It’s not a strip club, so what’s your beef?” Bucky snickered.

“Yeah, Cap. It’s burlesque. You don’t even get to see… the fun bits,” Sam snickered. “Plus, this is a nice place. Classy.”

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Bagels and Blondes

Read on AO3!

Bellamy almost wasn’t able to stifle his groan when someone walked into the shop at 5 AM. They were technically open, but very few people actually need bagels before 7, so those first two hours were Bellamy’s time to slowly wake up to the day.

But this little blonde woman just had to ruin it.

She grinned widely at him when she walked in and said a chipper “Good morning!” before looking through the glass at the bagel selection.

She’s the most annoyingly morning-person I’ve ever met, Bellamy thought to himself.

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Mermaid Rescue and Rehab Inc.

Summary: Sadly, this isn’t the strangest phone call Pidge has ever gotten from Lance. The mermaid is new though.

Notes: This is all @eastofthemoon‘s fault. We were talking about Voltron AUs we haven’t done yet, and neither of us had done a mermaid AU or an AU with baby Shiro (although I’ve done all the other paladins as children in the Babes in Space series). So here it is, merbaby Shiro.


Pidge finally picked up her cell phone after the third time in five minutes Lance had tried to call. It was one in the morning, and she was right in the middle of a major coding project for her final, and she didn’t care how good Hunk’s pizza was, she wasn’t coming over.

“Pidge, you have to help us!” Lance didn’t bother with a greeting, “we stole a mermaid!”

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Cravings & Thrills // Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt: Spencer & Reader spend entire day teasing each other. Smut ensues upon arriving home.

Requested by: keejaymarie02

Warnings: Smut

“I wish we were home,” you whispered in Spencer’s ear as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind. He tensed at the sudden contact, turning his head slightly to try and look at you. “The things I want to do to you,” you hummed as you placed small kisses along his neck. He involuntarily shivered as your warm breath hit the skin of his neck. 

“The things I want to make you feel,” you whispered as you lightly bit his neck. Spencer’s mind immediately swam with images of the two of you in bed, tangled in each other.

A sharp whistle caused you to separate as Morgan walked into the empty office, staring straight at the both of you with a cocky smile.

“Keep it classy you two,” he chuckled as he walked past. You smirked at Spencer’s blushing face, placing a quick kiss on his head before sitting back at your desk.


You stood in front of the open refrigerator in the break room as you chugged down some water. Your eyes widened as you felt an arm wrap around you from behind but instantly relaxed when you recognized the smell of Spencer’s cologne. Your head turned to see him looking at you with a dangerously seductive gaze.

“You need to stop teasing,” Spencer whispered as his hands moved to your hips, grabbing them as he subtly pushed himself into you from behind. You let out a small moan as you felt the shape of his cock against you. He grinned as he reached forward for a water bottle with one hand as the other trailed down the front of your jeans, lingering dangerously close to your warmth before he took a step back with a small smirk. You watched as he retreated out of the room, stopping to turn and give you a wink before disappearing out the door.


You laughed as Emily tossed you the bright yellow eraser. The two of you had been playing catch with it for the past ten minutes and had yet to drop it. It was a new record considering Emily’s horrible aim when it came to the simple game.

Spencer snuck glances at the two of you at play, a small grin on his face at the childish smile that graced your features.

“Oh, crap,” Emily sighed as she threw the eraser only to have it hit Spencer’s mug of coffee and bounce onto the floor. He looked up startled at the sudden impact as a few drops of coffee splashed onto his papers.

“I got it,” you replied with a laugh as you walked over to Spencer’s desk. You bent down to grab it, noticing Spencer’s stare as you did so. Emily rolled her eyes as Spencer unashamedly stared at the sight of your ass in your tight jeans right in his face.

“Come on guys,” Emily said with a small laugh and shake of her head.


The loud slam echoed throughout the apartment as your lips automatically attacked Spencer’s, pushing him against the wooden door roughly. He kissed back with equal fervor as you hands worked quickly to unbutton his shirt, pushing it off in seconds. His own hands trailed against the skin underneath your shirt before pushing the fabric over your head and throwing it carelessly onto the floor.

Your skin felt like it was on fire as the two of you walked backwards, your lips never parting as you undressed each other at an impressive rate. A trail of shirts, jeans, and underwear all lead into your bedroom. You grinned devilishly as you pushed a bare naked Spencer down onto the bed, climbing over him in a predatory manner.

“Here’s the game,” you breathed against his neck as you placed sloppy kisses against it, “I’m going to do what I want, and you’re not allowed to touch me.”

Spencer groaned as you sat back, his dick pressed against your bare ass. His hands went to position your hips above him, eager to get inside of you. You grinned as you immediately pinned his hands above him.

“No touching,” you reminded as Spencer frowned. He squirmed as you slowly worked your way down, the tip of his cock sliding against your wet slit for a split second and teasing him.

He shivered as your warm tongue drew a line from his navel to his shaft, the warm sensation sending sparks through his skin and making his insides crave your touch even more.

“Oh god,” he moaned as you swirled your tongue around the tip of his dick slowly. You took his length into your mouth in one motion earning another loud moan from Spencer as it hit the back of your throat. His hand instinctively reached down to hold you head in place, his hips already bucking trying to reach deeper into your throat. You swatted his hand away as you released his dick from your mouth.

“Y/N,” he whined as he realized just how little control you were giving him. You smirked as you placed your mouth around him again, this time bobbing your head up and down at a constant pace. He moaned, his hands reaching to grab at his own hair in a mixture of pleasure and frustration as he kept them away from you.

Your head bobbed as you felt the salty taste of his precum fill your mouth. You swallowed it happily and flicked your tongue against his sensitive tip. Spencer’s breathing was becoming more ragged by the second and you tore your mouth away as you felt him nearing his orgasm. Spencer let out a frustrated groan at your teasing, his hand pulling you up with a confidence he only exhibited at an extreme state of arousal.

“No more teasing,” he growled as he sat you on his hips and spread your legs on either side of him. You smirked as he grabbed his dick underneath you and pressed it against your slit. You moaned softly at the sensation before releasing a louder moan as he slammed into you with one swift motion.

“Fuck,” you breathed as he grabbed your hips and kept them in place as he pounded mercilessly into you. Your insides clenched at his movement, sending you into your first orgasm of the night. He smirked triumphantly as he felt you come onto his dick as he continued to thrust into you.

“Oh, you’re just so pleased with yourself,” you commented with a knowing smirk at his pleased look. You kissed him deeply as you tore his hands off of your hips much to his disapproval.

His look of disappointment was soon replaced with an excited one as you turned and rode him in a reverse cowgirl position. His eyes roamed over your bare ass as he watched as his dick disappeared into your folds. His hands reached out, unable to resist temptation as he roughly kneaded his fingers into your round ass. He gave you a sharp slap, something his new sexual prowess had given him the confidence to do. You yelped in surprise but found the gesture arousing as you continued to rock your hips.

Spencer pushed himself up into a seated position as his hand reached around you to rub against your clit. He softly bit into your back as your warm walls continued to envelope his dick.

“Fuck baby,” Spencer moaned as he felt his dick begin to throb with the need to release. He placed sloppy kisses on your back as his hand moved against your clit in slow circles, successfully getting you hotter and wetter than before.

You moaned his name loudly as you came once again at his stimulation. Hearing you say his name as his cock throbbed inside of you was enough to send Spencer over the edge, his cum filling every bit of you. He grunted as he held your hips in place as he emptied himself and you enjoyed the slow throb of him inside of your warmth.

You slowly rolled off of him once he was finished. The both of you were left panting and covered in sweat as you gave each other satisfied smiles. Spencer laughed as he noticed the small trail of cum that you had left on the bedsheets when you had rolled off and shook his head at how messy the two of you were. It was something that occurred much more often than anyone would expect.

Spencer sighed contently as he laid on his back as his breathing began to finally even out. The two of you exchanged a look, smiling before intertwining your fingers together and spending the rest of the night in bed.

Love Like A Comic Book || Peter Parker x Reader

{summary: your friend gives you a worn notebook filled with a drawn comic that depicts you together with spider-man, however, there’s just one problem.

you can’t draw to save your life, and you have no idea who would be crushing on you hard enough to draw you as spider-man’s love interest.}

inspired by Nathaniel Kurtzberg’s character on Miraculous Ladybug. Pls pretend that peter is somewhat artistic for this story.

also, this is dedicated to my dead laptop. RIP bae, you will be missed as I attempt to type all of my future stories on my phone 。゚(TヮT)゚。

warnings: none

OC mention: David “Dave” Pennington: [Name’s] best friend

[author’s note: okay so Dave has been a long time OC of mine, and admittedly, I drew inspiration from Dave Strider in personality and appearance. However, just to make this a bit more fun, you readers can also picture David Pennington as looking like Harrison Osterfield ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ]

**dont repost/plagiarize this story**

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{As she talked to her friend,/ that smile of hers looked so sweet,/ Her form was like the heroine of a comic I drew in my head/ It was love at first sight/ I truly, truly came to like her/ But with the way I look,/ She would definitely hate me.}

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anonymous asked:

Now that the ask box is open again, I want to ask if you do soulmate AU's? If so, could you write an AU that you have the first words your soulmate says to you printed on your wrist. And that the words Tsukishima has on his wrists is something really negative. How he would react when he would hear his soulmate say those words. (Is this understandable? I feel like this was really confusing)

A) Soulmate AU’s are the reason I’m alive
B) Get ready for insecure Tsukishima Kei because that’s how I write this nut + this fits so perfectly for my headcanons of him I’m bawling y’all


Golden, silky cursive down the muscle on his wrist. It would’ve been so beautiful, if not for the words they said.

“You’re a failure.”


Words appeared during puberty, the peak of your hormonal blossoming. They started out faded, barely noticeable, and as time progressed, they became bold, powerful, the center of every pubescent teens sad, hopeful life. The very moment the faded gold ink first began to bleed into him at thirteen years old, Tsukishima Kei already knew he was beyond fucked. At thirteen years old he was lost, Jean Louise Finch in “To Set A Watchman”, discovering the bitter, cold truth. At thirteen years old he wasn’t ready for love, the only love he ever had washed down in the drain along with any jubilance he had left. At thirteen years old with the constant reminder of absolute pessimism lingering on his wrist while other boys fawned over sweet subliminal messages of infatuation, Tsukishima Kei lost himself more.

At fourteen years old he ripped himself apart. The gold ink that bled into his pale, scar shaven skin was still prominent, becoming brighter each time the flesh was bruised. He tried, he really did, to make himself the image of perfection. Knowing that one day, the person who he was to be tied to for eternity would think of him as a failure was just another weight onto his already collapsing being. Yamaguchi hit puberty later than he did, he peaked right after the first semester of their third year of middle school, and as he began to grow, the turquoise tangent on his wrist grew too. “Don’t be upset, I could name one hundred things I admire about you” it read, and Kei couldn’t help but wonder how Yamaguchi managed to be so fatefully tied to a woman of wisdom while he was anchored to a pit of pessimism.

When he was fifteen years old, he couldn’t take it anymore. When high school came, the hype of soulmates did nothing but erupt even more. Outside of volleyball, the only thing his volleyball team ever seemed to talk about was soulmates. Beautiful, funny statements in soft purples and reds and blues, they were all so lively yet Kei couldn’t wonder how his statement out of all of them was colored bright gold. As the year went on he grew tired, the eerie message doing nothing but causing him grief. He couldn’t help but dread recalling midterms, when all that went through his mind when he was studying is the cute gold calligraphy of ‘failure’. Yamaguchi found his soulmate, a lively one from a rival school, a kind, wise hearted soul just like Yamaguchi always dreamed. His friends, or acquaintances, as he liked to put it, we’re falling in love and finding themselves left and right, and by the time spring arrived and every first year on the team found his soulmate, even standoffish Kageyama who couldn’t talk to a female for his life, he drew the conclusion that he might as well be alone forever. That thought was ridiculous though, he knew it. He still had well over seventy years of his life left, and six years left of education, so not finding his soulmate in his first year of highschool would definitely not render him lonely. Although, he felt like it. He felt alone, and it made him feel pathetic. It made him feel like a failure just like those bloody golden words on his wrist prophesied.

He drove himself to move away at nineteen. He hadn’t found anything in his eighteen years in Japan and he hoped, and prayed there would be something for him beyond the borders of the familiar. So, he set off for Cornell, an Ivy League college in America. It was risky, it really was, even if he was the top of his English class. They had a good multicultural scene over there, he was told, and for some reason, that just dragged him in further. His wanderlust grew and grew the more and more he looked around into the vast world in front of him and by the time he was already settled into Cornell, he just wanted to pack his bags and travel somewhere else again. He couldn’t though, at least not until junior year. Cornell was treating him nice, a cosy establishment in the middle of nowhere and honestly, it reminded him a bit of home. If you traveled to the highest point on campus all you could see was miles of rolling hills and maple trees, crows flocking through the air at the break of dawn and the familiar chill down his spine in the winter. Although through it all, he still hadn’t met his soulmate. His brother encouraged him to still have hope through it all.
“I didn’t find my soulmate until senior year, you still have time!” He would say, but Kei would just shake his head.


He was in his junior year of college and he was presented with an opportunity of international education, an opportunity every college student hoped and prayed to have. He was going to Copenhagen, and he knew exactly why. Out of 196 countries and tens of thousands of cities, he chose Copenhagen, the heart of a freezing Nordic wonderland. It was said to be the happiest place on earth and to be frank, there was nothing Tsukishima needed in his life more than an optimistic habitat. So, as soon as the second semester came, he didn’t waste a minute hopping onto that plane.

At first, Copenhagen was weird.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like it, it was just unfamiliar. It was far too optimistic, streets lined with bars and old woman walking dogs, college students in beanies smoking weed on apartment balconies. Everyone carried an “I don’t give a shit” vibe and just as Tsukishima thought he would maybe, finally meet his soulmate, he was shut down. Everyone in this city seemed to be far too nice to utter such a thing as the thing on his wrist. He was ready to give up.

It was Friday morning and Tsukishima wanted to die. His roommate was already up, playing loud, headache inducing music from his side of the dorm. As much as he’d hate to admit, he got himself drunk last night, well really, his roommate got him drunk last night, it was the bastards idea to buy three crates of beer for a small frat party. He sat up in bed and groaned, not even attempting to hold back his displeasure.
“I didn’t think you’d be such a lightweight, Kei.” His roommate snorted, turning off his music to slump next to Tsukishima’s bed frame. “You want a water or something, buddy?”
“Don’t call me a fucking lightweight, I had eight beers.” He rubbed his eyes harshly, not sure if the stars he saw were from the rubbing or the alcohol that still lingered in his system. “But yeah, the water would be nice. Thank you.”
Tsukishima really hated himself in that moment. He was never one to be late for classes, never one to drink on a school night. Tsukishima Kei was never, not once in his life, ten minutes late for an eight o'clock class on the other side of campus. Although today, he broke the lucky streak.
“Oh, are you fucking kidding me?” He muttered to himself, mustering up all his willpower to get out of his bed. His knees wobbled underneath him as he wasted no time getting dressed, chugging an entire water bottle in second, and throwing the empty container right back at his roommate.
“Don’t pee yourself out there, dumbass!”
“Fuck off, Mathias.” Was his reply, slamming the door behind him and immediately regretting his decisions from right now and the night before. Everything hurt, absolutely ached, and he began to wonder if perfect attendance was really worth the torture he was sure to endure in the next two hours. He pushed himself though, because skipping out would just mean that he was a failure.

By the time he arrived he was thirty minutes late. People were gawking at him, obviously taking notice of how he looked like an absolute wreck. He knew his eyebags had to be atrocious, but he was hoping and praying that he didn’t look like the walking dead. He took a quick seat in the back of the room, hoping that once he sat down people would lose interest and forget him. They did, one or two students still making nasty remarks a few rows in front of him. If he hadn’t cared so much about his reputation (and his mother’s money) he would’ve thrown his textbook at the back of their heads. The girl next to him fidgeted, scooting down the bench slightly to get away from him. She looked a tad bit uncomfortable, and part of him wanted to feel a bit guilty for her. He probably still smelled like alcohol, he thought.

“I’m sorry, I’m a failure.” He snorted, once he caught her eye and got his things situated. Tsukishima didn’t know why he thought a self deprecating joke would lighten the mood, for her eyes just widened and looked down at the laptop in front of her.
“Oh, sure, you’re a failure.” She commented back, her sarcasm blatantly evident. She pointed towards a pile of papers on her desk and said something else, but Tsukishima had short circuited far too long ago to process the words she said next.
His whole life was a misconception. Six years of acceptance and self consciousness all derived from one, big, misconception. She was the one to bring the words on her wrist to his attention. Small, blocky orange writing stating “I’m sorry, I’m a failure.” He still couldn’t process words, his wrist feeling as if it were burning. His gut was roiling and he absolutely couldn’t believe the horrendous irony this situation reeked with. The professor kept talking, droning away about the history of a long dead African tribe, but he didn’t care.
“I don’t think you realize how much these words have made me hate myself these past few years.” he muttered into her ear, breath shaky and languid from the adrenaline rush he experienced.
“I don’t think you know how worried I’ve been for you these past few years.” She replied, her fingers absentmindedly running over her wrist. “I thought I’d meet you on a bridge.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Well, I thought I would.” She shrugged, nudging his hip and motioning him to collect his things.
“Let’s get out of here.” She implied, already shoving her laptop back into her purse.
“But I just got here.” He argued.
“But I just met my soulmate. C’mon, nobody’s going to think you’re a failure.”

Simple Man

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1357

Warnings: None, I don’t think.

Summary: Based off of 5x03 “Free to be You and Me” when Sam takes a break from hunting and begins to try to have a normal life as a bartender.

A/N: I got the inspiration for this fic during my rewatch and realized how much I hated how pushy Lindsay (the girl in the episode) was, so I thought I would change that… Let me know what you think… I’m willing to go on if you want me too :-) Special thanks to @melonshino and @like-a-bag-of-potatoes for looking this over for me! I love you guys <3

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Garber, Oklahoma

Ten years you worked as a waitress at the local bar in town.

Ten years you spent serving googley-eyed men staring at you like they were starving and you were their last meal. You had gotten used to the stares. It wasn’t as if you were unnaturally beautiful or anything; in fact, you found yourself quite ordinary looking.

The women you worked with always told you that it was because you were a waitress. It happened to all of you. So you just went with it, and the tips always showed.

After waitressing for so long, you began to get into this mindset that all men were like the ones that came through your little town. You began to resent them and although your dating life wasn’t exactly something to brag about in the first place, you had stopped dating altogether.

It was quite the shock when you came across a man that had no interest in hitting on you.

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Save Me - Part 2 - Chapter 50

I didn’t care if Jared was sweaty. Or smelly. I just cared that he was here with me and that we were okay. My fingers played with the fabric of his shirt not wanting to let him go. I wanted to stay comfortably in his lap.

“I want to get you in bed, take a very quick shower then crawl in next to you.” He said, tilting my chin down and kissing my lips, “C'mon baby girl, it’s late. Up you go.”

I wanted to say ‘no’, to tell him how I felt but instead listened. I wanted to get back to what was familiar, what drew us so closely together in the first place. I craved my Sir.

“Yes, Sir.” I said quietly as I reached up for another kiss.

Sliding off his lap to stand, Jared was right behind me. Not wanting to break contact any more than I did, he placed his warm hand at the base of my neck. His thumb caressing my skin as we walked together made me happily sigh. Closing my eyes, his dominant touch gave me such a sense of peace and security.

I waited next to him as he pulled the blankets on the bed back then fluffed the pillow before turning his attention back to me.

“I won’t be long, baby girl.” Jared said quietly, his hands resting at my hips, “Don’t feel like you have to wait up.”

Before I could speak, a yawn snuck up on me right in his face. Internally, I cringed. Not my most graceful moment, that’s for sure.

“I’m sorry..” I said embarrassed as I covering my mouth with my hand ; my yawn turning into a giggle, “That was attractive.”

“You’re always beautiful, even when you’re yawning in my face.” Jared whispered with a smile, “C'mon sleepyhead.”

I could almost feel the ease falling over us and it honestly made me feel so light. So relaxed, comfortable.

Jared reached for the tie on my robe pulling it apart and allowing it to fall open. Even though the room was dim, I could see his eyes darken as he gazed at my naked body. That look in his eyes, instantly sent a pulse of desire through my entire being. Taking one lapel in each hand, he gently pushed the fabric off my shoulders then tossed it on the foot of the bed.

“God you’re beautiful…” Jared murmured as he took a step closer, slipping his hands around my waist.

Pulling my body to him, his hands began to wander across my skin. Pressing his nose against my neck, I could feel his breath flutter on my skin between kisses. My arms wrapped around his waist and as I pushed myself to him, my need to be close to him taking my senses over.

Standing there together as we gently touched, trading kisses between murmured sighs, I could feel my anticipation running down the inside of my thighs. Shifting my stance just slightly, I could feel his stiff cock against my hip as I rocked my hips into him.

I was glad I wasn’t the only one completely turned on, it was almost embarrassing how quickly my body reacted to his touch.

“Mine…” Jared murmured.

“Yes, yours..” I whispered, “Only yours.”

I kissed along Jared’s shoulder while my hands delicately wandered across his back. I wanted all of him. The feel of his fingertips tracing and invisible path up my arms, leaving goosebumps in his wake, thoughts of sleep were the last thing on my mind. Right now, I was totally consumed with him.

“Baby..” Jared whispered as he pulled slightly back.

Bringing his hands to circle my collarbone, he using his thumbs to caress my cheeks as he brought his lips to mine. I parted them, waiting for him to taste me again but instead I felt him pull back a little further as he brought his forehead to mine.

Even remotely backing away was definitely not what I was expecting.

“Time for bed, baby girl.” He said, gently kissing my lips, “Let me tuck you in.”

Wait….what was that?! I didn’t understand.

“But..but… No, please…”

That’s what I said to him. What I was actually thinking was ‘What. The. Fuck.’

I didn’t want sleep, I wanted him. I wanted to fuck away the memories of the day. Passion gave way to anger as he took a small step back, giving me room to step around him so I could get into bed. It took all I had not to grab onto his shirt and hold him to me.

I had every intention of obeying him ten minutes ago, before he riled me up. Now, I was second guessing.

“I told you, I’ll be quick.” He said stepping back further, “In you go.”

I stood rooted in place, hoping the unhappiness I felt at the moment was showing clearly on my face. I was literally on the verge of tears and a temper tantrum. For once today, I’d like ONE thing to go my way.

“Are you disobeying me?” Jared said, pulling his shoulders back and standing up straight.

As he cocked his head, his blue eyes wide, he was daring me. It only took our eyes connecting and I relented. I didn’t want to argue, there had already been plenty of that today. I didn’t want to be punished either.

With a sigh of resignation, I sat on the edge of the bed then lifted my feet up to slip between the blankets.

“Good girl.”

I was going to give it one more try despite knowing I’d be pushing my luck. I had to.

“Can’t I join you?” I asked, my fingers touching his as I looked up, hopeful he’d say what I desperately wanted to hear.

“No, baby. I’ll be quicker if you’re in bed.” Jared said with a sly smile.

I didn’t like that response but I knew better than to push any more. His decision was made and the discussion is over. Anything further from me would likely not go over well.

With a huff, I fell back into the pillows. Jared reached for the edge of the blankets, pulling them over my legs then tucking them around me.

“Good girl.” Jared said, kissing me on my forehead, “I won’t be long, I promise.”

Turning on his heels, he was already pulling his shirt over his head as he walked into the bathroom.

I had no other choice but to lay in bed and stew. It was beyond me how he could turn his body off like a light switch the way he does. At this point, I didn’t have that same talent. My pussy was still wet and aching with need and I was frustrated. With no other options, I curled on my side and closed my eyes, doing my best to calm myself down.

Aside from the sound of the water running in the shower, the room was dark and silent. Concentrating on that, I felt myself slowly drift into peacefulness as I waited for Jared to finish and finally join me.

It wasn’t until I felt his arm sliding under my head and his warm body against mine that I realized he was done and in bed with me. I must have dozed off after all.

With the arm he slipped under my head holding me in place against him, he used the other to move my long hair from my neck. In the most delicate touch you can imagine, he brushed his fingertips down my neck and across the ridge of my collarbone. Continuing down my chest to circle my nipple.

“Mmmm, your here..” I whispered as his fingertips then journeyed down my ribs and across my hip.

“I’m here, baby girl.” Jared replied as his hand reached my knee, pulling it back and allowing my leg to fall over his.

Parting my legs, I softly moaned in anticipation as his flattened hand smoothly glided up the inside of my thigh and gently towards my opening.

“I’m sorry baby,” Jared said as he kissed my neck then nipped at my shoulder, “Did I wake you?”

Am I Wrong || Jungkook

Request/Challenge - HI! want to participate in a scenario challenge? This is where i determine what the title is as well as if it is fluffy or angst, and the member, but you can determine what happens within the story. understand the rules? SOO, READY? Title: Am I Wrong, Fluffy, Member: Jeon Jungkook, DON’T FORGET TO HAVE FUN! and dont forget to tag it as bts scenario so i can read it!:) AGAIN HAVE FUN! <3- ChallengeAnon            

Pairing - Jeon Jungkook

Genre - Fluff

Summary - Your best friend decides to confess his feelings for you in a spontaneous way.


You were in your room, with your earphones stuck in your ears and music on in full blown volume, making you oblivious to everything else. You had your books in front of you, your eyes scanning the sentences in a desperate attempt to study.

After around ten minutes of attempting, you slammed the book shut and took out your earphones, groaning loud in exasperation. You screeched your chair backwards and went downstairs to get a drink, and maybe a small break.

For one hour, you sat in front of the television, surfing through the same channels for about the twentieth time. Not being able to find anything, you switched the T.V off and began making your way to the stairs when the door bell rang.

You skipped your way to the door and opened it, your mouth immediately stretching into a grin when you saw your best friend standing there with a grin just like yours, a CD raised in the air.

‘Figured you might get bored from all that studying.’ He said before walking in.

‘Ah, Jeon Jungkook, you know me way too well.’ You replied, as you patted his back. He smiled at you, 'Isn’t that convenient?’

'Very much.’ You laughed and walked to the kitchen, telling him you’d get some popcorn. In about five minutes, you were back on the couch with a big bowl of popcorn for you both to binge on.

'What movie?’ You asked as he walked back to the couch, with an exceptionally smug look on his face.

'Let’s see how well you take a horror movie.’ He smirked at you; you were very bad with horror, yet you dared to say, 'Is that a challenge?’

'Only if you want to take it as one… Wuss.’ He pretended to cough as he called you that, making it barely understandable, but you knew his antics.

'I am not, a wuss.’ You stuck your tongue out at him and he just winked at you, a fluttery feeling arousing in your gut.


'NO NO NO! SWITCH IT OFF! SWITCH IT OFF, YOU ASSHOLE!’ You yelled as you kept smacking his arm, while he almost fell off the couch laughing. You had the undeniable itch of smacking him across the face. His face went bright red by the time he came up to look at you after he was done laughing. He was stifling a laugh, and he failed so miserably that he almost spat at you.

'Really?’ You managed to compose yourself when you finally got to pause the movie. You glared at him, wanting him to drop dead right then and there.

'I-I’m s-s-sorry.’ He laughed in between as he apologized, not helping the situation. You smacked his chest and he drew in a long breath before finally looking normal.

'Okay, seriously though, sorry.’ He smiled apologetically at you, his eyes shining. The puppy eyes; you cursed at yourself for giving into them.

'Come here,’ He stretched two arms and motioned for you to come to him. You raised a curious eyebrow, making him click his tongue and ushering you to him again. You closed the gap between you both and he resumed the movie.

For the rest of the movie, you literally had your head hid in his chest while he would simply run his hands up and down your arm in a soothing manner. You would at times feel the vibrations of his laughter as you rested your head on his chest, making you smile unintentionally.

'Y/N?’ His hand came to your head and caressed it, making you hum.

'The movie’s done. You can look now.’ A smile formed on his lips as he looked at you peeping at the T.V before looking up at him, your chin propped up against his chest. Although it slightly tickled him, you looked way too adorable for him to ask you to move.

'You’re so beautiful, Y/N.’ He mumbled and you had only heard the first two words. You asked him what he had said and instead of repeating his words, he looked at you with a look you hadn’t seen before, making you feel an urge to lean in to him.

But before you could, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. You kept your eyes open in partial surprise before closing them and moving your lips against his. He cupped your cheek while you had your arms around his waist. He pulled back, your lips still touching his as he spoke, 'Is it wrong that I have feelings for my best friend?’

You chuckled, a blush coursing through the apples of your cheeks before answering him, 'I guess not, because I have feelings for my best friend too.’ You confessed and his upper lip curled, disappearing, as his lips stretched into one of the brightest smiles you had ever seen of his.

'I knew it.’ He replied smugly, before pecking your nose.

'What? No, I never even..’ You got flustered easily.

'Hey, I am the golden maknae after all. I am never wrong.’ His hand went to the back of your head and massaged it, as he watched you smile in content.

'Just shut up and kiss me.’


A/N

That really was challenging! Great idea though! Thank you for that request anon! :)

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Conor Maynard Imagine - Let go.

Raindrops hit the glass of your window with such intensity you thought they were going to break it. Once again you found yourself looking at the bright screen of your phone, alone in the dark, as a sappy rom-com played in the background.

Conor had been acting up recently, and you had no clue why. He seemed sad, lost, the spark on his blue eyes long gone. And it broke your heart, seeing one of your best friends like that, mainly because you could do absolutely nothing about it.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to give him your attention. No, it wasn’t that. But Conor was a hard person to read, and even harder to get to open up. He never talked about his feelings, never showed any signs of sadness. You thought it was because he didn’t want to be seen as the weak one. You could relate to him to a certain extent, but you also knew he needed help.

But, how can you fix someone who doesn’t want to be fixed?

As you looked at Conor’s second sad retweet that day, you decided you had had enough. Enough of seeing him drown in his own tears, all because he was scared of being saved. He had saved you, comforted you so many times, you thought it would be just as fair if you were there for him too.

But deep inside, you knew it wasn’t just a matter of returning the favor. 

You didn’t know how it started, or when or why. The only thing you knew for a fact was that somewhere between meeting Conor and that day, you had stumbled with his everything, and you had fallen hard. Rock hard.

It didn’t take you more than a minute to put your shoes on, grab a jacket and the keys, and going out the door. Conor didn’t live too far away from your apartment, so you didn’t even bother in calling an Uber. You knew he was at home, because he had texted you an hour ago saying he would be writing new music all night, or at least trying to. Jack and the rest of the boys were out in Central London, so you knew he shouldn’t have been feeling at his best.

Essentially, it took you less than 15 minutes to get to his apartment block. The doorman knew who you were already, so he opened the door for you right away, guessing that you were going to see Conor. 

You sighed before gently knocking at the door. You didn’t exactly know what you were trying to do, showing at his doorstep at midnight, but you felt it was the right thing to do.

Few moments later, a rather confused Conor opened the door, staring down at you “What are you doing here?” he asked in a low whisper, and you thought his voice sounded weak.

You could tell he had been in bed. He was wearing his stay-at-home clothes, his hair was messy and his eyes screamed to be closed, but for some reason they just couldn’t.

You bit your lip unconciously “I saw your retweet” you said sincerely, although now that you said it outloud, it sounded kind of ridiculous “It’s like the tenth one this week, Con” you said, concerned, your eyes never leaving his.

He gestured for you to come inside, and he gently closed the door behind him “Conor, just tell me what’s wrong” you said, not being able to keep looking at his lost eyes any longer “I’m not going to judge you, or think that you’re weak. Everybody breaks down from time to time, it’s human” you said in the softest voice you could make.

He let out an almost inaudible sigh as he scratched the back of his head “I appreciate you coming to check on me, but I’m fine, really” he said. But he wasn’t even looking at you, and you knew he was lying.

You crossed your arms “You’re not fine, Conor” you stated “Stop pretending you are, there’s no point. You need to get it out of your chest”

He wasn’t still looking at you. You moved closer to him, scared of him rejecting you in any way. The last thing you wanted was to get hurt in an attempt to make him feel better. That would only break you.

When you were barely ten inches away from him, you took his cheek on your hand, caressing it with your thumb. He leaned in your touch, as you brushed the corner of his lips with the tip of your finger “It’s about my music” he finally said, and his voice was so weak you had barely heard him.

“There’s so much pressure on me right now to release a new album, it has practically blocked me” he confessed. Your eyes softened at the sight of him, so vulnerable, so human “I haven’t been able to write a song in weeks, and I feel like I’m letting everyone down”

“Conor” you whispered, imitating his voice “You’re not letting anybody down. It’s okay if you haven’t released an original song in some time, because you cover a song a week, and you share it with your fans. You haven’t abandoned them, they don’t feel that way”

He closed his eyes, and you could almost hear the pain “I know they support me, but sometimes it’s not enough” he said “I need to hear it from myself. I need to be happy with what I’m doing”

Your thumb kept brushing his cheek as your free hand reached for his, intertwining both of your fingers. He then looked at you, and for the first time in a long time, you couldn’t make out what his eyes were saying.

“You’re the hardest-working person I know, Con” you assured him “It’s okay to give yourself a break from time to time”.

He nodded, and you could tell the tension on his body had been released almost completely “Thank you, Y/N” he said, his voice still low, but at least it was back to normal “Thanks for worrying about me so much, even if you don’t need to”

You smiled “Hey, it’s what friends are for” you said, the word friends burning your throat as you said it.

“Right” he said, and he didn’t give you time to think before he pulled you in for a hug “Stay the night?”

You let out a small laugh, happy to see your dorky friend being back to his normal self, at least for the night “Of course” you planted a small kiss on his cheek, releasing yourself from his touch to go to the sofa, your bed for the night.

But Conor stood there, in the dark, watching you as you closed the courtains in the living room. What the hell was wrong with him? Since when had he been so mesmerized by your moves, your touch, by you? He couldn’t count how many times you had stayed at his place, crashing down at the sofa. But for some weird reason, now he couldn’t imagine you sleeping on his apartment, and not having you pressed against his chest all night.

He had been feeling like that for quite the longest time, he wasn’t going to lie. He didn’t know where his feelings came from, but it wasn’t like he cared as long as they could be satisfied. He had been okay with being next to you, hugging you, laughing with you. But now, all those little things were nowhere near enough.

Conor walked towards the sofa, where you were building up a comfortable sleeping spot for the night. He sat down next to you “Can I join you?” he asked, rather shyly. You nodded as your heart exploded inside your chest, almost making you feel nauseous.

He got under the blanket with you, pressing his body against yours so you could both fit in the long-legs section of the sofa. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, as the other one embraced your waist carefully. You hugged his torso as well, and without a word, you placed your head on his chest, listening to his beating heart.

He lifted up your shirt just a little, so he could brush his fingers on your exposed skin. He drew small circles with his fingers, softly, as you felt yourself dozzing off. 

He was sending chills down your spine, and for some weird reason you were cold. You snuggled closer to him, in search of a little warmth. You felt the small pressure of his lips on your forehead instead.

You looked up to meet his eyes, the arm that had been protectively hanging around his waist, now lifting up to his face. The tip of your fingers traced a soft line on his jaw, as his eyes searched for yours. His hand moved upwards on your back, until they met the clasp of your bra. You held your breath for a second before his hand went down again.

You wrapped your fingers around his neck, almost like preventing him to go away. But he didn’t back up. He leaned in slowly, brushing the tip of your noses together as he let out the cutest little laugh you had ever heard. You smiled.

“I’m sorry if this takes you by surprise” he suddenly whispered “But I really need to kiss you right now”

Instead of saying anything, you slowly closed the gap between your expecting mouths, bringing your lips together in an agonizing kiss. Your tongues moved together in perfect sync, as his hand gently roamed your back. It wasn’t until that moment when you realised how bad you had needed him.

When you pulled away for air, neither of you moved away completely. Because now that you had finally known what it felt like, you didn’t want to let go of each other.

Riverdale Imagine: Guilty? Part 3

A/N: Okay this is the last part to my Guilty? mini-series. I hope you guys enjoy - let me know what you think??

Summary: The unlikely group of the reader, Cheryl, Jughead, and Betty investigate into Jason’s murder together. The investigation takes a surprising turn when one of Jughead and Betty’s best friends appears to be involved.

Warning: fake spoilers

Approx 1600 words

It had been two months since Cheryl had confronted me down by Sweetwater River about Jason’s murder, two months since we found Jason’s journal, and two months since someone had stolen it. Cheryl and I had joined Jughead and Betty in their investigation into the murder for the school paper. Although this was sometimes problematic – Cheryl and Jughead notoriously hated each other, and I wasn’t on the best terms with Betty considering what happened between Jason and her sister – we figured that we had more of a chance to uncover something together. So here we were, lounging around in the office of The Blue and Gold, staring up at our largely-empty crime board, desperately trying to come up with a new lead.

“Maybe we’re trying too hard to think outside the box” I suggested. “Maybe we need to begin looking into people at school instead of coming up with some ridiculous and fancy theory? Most people are killed by someone they know right?”

“We’ve tried Y/N. Nobody has a big enough motive” Jughead groaned.

“If no one has an obvious motive, then we find one dumbass” Cheryl spat, giving him one of her classic glares.

“Y/N is right” Betty piped up, giving me an encouraging smile. “We should start seriously looking at Jason’s friends, the people he hung out with the most.”

“That’s the whole football team Betts!” Jughead exclaimed. “They hate me enough already.”

“Well isn’t it just perfect that I am adored by all?” Cheryl said brightly while Jughead mumbled something inaudible. “Y/N and I will get the dirt on them using our feminine charms, while you two can go back to holding hands or whatever you do. Meet us at Pop’s at 5pm my minions!”

I just had time to smile apologetically at Jughead’s I am not her minion glare before Cheryl flounced out of the room and down the corridor, calling for me to catch up as she headed for the boys locker rooms.

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By the time Cheryl and I had reached Pop’s and slid into our regular booth by 5pm, we were both disheartened. None of Jason’s teammates could tell us anything; in fact the only thing they seemed able to talk about at all was football and girls, of which neither topic was useful to our investigation. As we miserably stirred our milkshakes and picked at our fries, Jughead and Betty burst into the diner and hastily slid into our booth. Pale-faced, Jughead pushed something across the table towards us; it was a small leather-bound book. There was a pause before Cheryl broke the silence, her voice like ice.

“Where did you – ”

Betty bit her lip in concern and Jughead fidgeted with his beanie before he replied.

“It was in Archie’s locker. I was with him when he was getting his math book and I noticed it on the shelf. It looked so much like the book that you described that I just grabbed it when he wasn’t looking. And when I opened it I realised that I was right.” His voice was shaking; I could tell that he was in shock.

“Archie Andrews?” I asked in disbelief. Sweet-natured, oblivious, endearing Archie Andrews stole Jason’s journal from my house? “Why would he do that? Do you think he killed Jason?”

“Perhaps he is covering for the person who did?” Betty suggested hopefully. I knew that Archie and Betty had been best friends since childhood so this must really be killing her.

“Besides, what motive would he have? Archie is the most motiveless person I have ever met!” Jughead interjected.

“Wanting to be captain of the football team?” Cheryl hissed viciously, I held her hand under the table and squeezed it gently.

“He turned that down when it was awarded to him, he wanted to do music.” Betty corrected her.

“Where was he on the weekend of July 4th anyway? Surely he was with one of you guys?” I questioned, gesturing to Jughead and Betty. Just as the words left my lips Jughead paled as his eyebrows drew together in concern. “What is it Jug?” I asked gently.

“He was supposed to come on a road trip with me” – I could hear panic in his voice now – “but he cancelled last minute.”

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Six hours later, when both Archie and his dad had gone to bed, the four of us were creeping up Archie’s driveway under the cover of darkness. We had spent the last few hours hiding in Jughead’s car – which he inconspicuously parked around the block – and I was thankful to be out, Jughead and Cheryl had been engaged in a heated argument over Archie’s innocence which both Betty and I had tried unsuccessfully to break up. Jughead and I were told to watch the house, in case either Archie or Fred decided to come outside for whatever reason, while Betty and Cheryl set to work on Archie’s truck. Within ten minutes they had broken in and had climbed inside, I could hear them rummaging around for any evidence when I heard Cheryl call my name.

“Y/N!” she hissed, “come here!”

Both Jughead and I moved over to the boot of the truck where she was standing. Inside there was a black duffle-bag that Cheryl had unzipped. As Betty shone her torch into it my gaze fell upon two pieces of incriminating evidence; Jason’s iconic letterman jacket and Sherriff Keller’s missing case-files. Before any of us could say anything, or even process what was in front of us, we heard a creak as the back door swung open and Archie emerged, shirtless and wearing a pair of running shorts. I cursed under my breath as Betty shut her torch off and we all ducked behind the truck. Archie jogged past us, clearly wrapped up in his own thoughts as he didn’t notice four teenagers crouched on the ground, and headed down the street.

“Well that isn’t suspicious at all!” Cheryl whispered sarcastically, “It’s not like murderers roam around at night or anything!” For once, Jughead and Betty were both speechless as they failed to find a logical reason for Archie’s midnight outing. Cheryl took this as a confirmation of her suspicions. “Well come on then, lets follow him you morons! He might even lead us straight to the crime scene if we’re lucky.”

“We’re missing something” I whispered, “it’s all too easy Cher! We have found nothing for months and then suddenly three pieces of evidence in one day? I’m not buying it.”

“Well we aren’t going to find anything else just sitting here! Come on!” Jughead whispered urgently as he rose to his feet and sprinted over to his car, beckoning us to follow.

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We silently drove behind Archie with our headlights off and staying as far behind him as possible for what seemed like hours. Eventually, he stopped outside a house on the other side of town and proceeded to bang on the door. As we all peered through the passenger side to try and see who answered the door, Cheryl gasped.

“Oh my god! I know whose house this is. It’s that slutty music teacher… Miss Grundy? Jason used to take private piano lessons from her and sometimes I would pick him up from her house.” She whispered excitedly, clearly delighted with herself for providing vital information.

“I don’t think that’s what Archie’s there for” Jughead snorted, “did you ever pick Jason up at midnight after one of these lessons?” He yelped as Cheryl elbowed him maliciously.

“You two stay here and keep watch, me and Betty are going to see if we can get into her car.” I whispered to them, glaring at Cheryl.

A couple of minutes later, Betty and I were sitting in the front seats of Miss Grundy’s car. I raised my eyebrows at her, impressed with her handiwork; she had broken into the car like the perfect criminal. She blushed at my expression.

“Dad and I fix cars together sometimes” she explained, “now look for any evidence, quickly before Archie comes back outside!”

Together we shifted through Miss Grundy’s belongings, carefully replacing everything exactly where we found it to avoid suspicion. Just as I was reaching under the passenger chair, my hands ran over something hard and unusually cool. Pulling it towards me, I realised it was a metal box. I handed it to Betty and retrieved a hair-pin from my messy-bun, quickly unpicking the lock just as Jason had taught me when we were kids. As I opened it, I felt disappointed as I was greeted by scraps of paper, but after I read a couple, I realised that Betty and I were sitting in a crime scene. One piece read:

I was walking home from Y/N’s house last night and I saw Miss Grundy’s car parked on a deserted street. I wouldn’t have thought it out of the ordinary until I noticed that it wasn’t empty, but had two people in it…

I confronted Miss Grundy at my piano lesson this week about what I saw between her and Archie Andrews. She denied it but I know what I saw. I know that she will lose her job, but I’m going to report her to the authorities…

“Oh My God Y/N” Betty stammered as I saw her point at something at the bottom of the metal box, it was a gun. I knew immediately that it was the weapon that had killed Jason as a sick feeling crept over me as looked at it nestling amongst other the scraps of Jason’s journal.

“I think we need to call Sherriff Keller…”

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Mark: Pack Threat, 7

One Two Three Four Five Six Epilogue

RESCUE

Trigger Warning: violence and slight torture ahead

The next morning, Taeyong let you sleep in until evening hit.

You both woke up an hour before dinner and as a warm up, created room to spar for a little while. Once you both showered and packed a small bag with dark but comfortable clothing, Jisung’s mate knocked on your door, announcing, “Dinner’s served!”

Rushing downstairs, you were greeted by the rest of your pack.

Dinner was eaten quickly, along with a few short stories from the pups about how Yuta drove them around and showed off his hometown. A few minutes after, Taeyong called you into the conference room. Amber and the vampires joined you too as the hunter reviewed the rescue plan.

Everything was confirmed, the plan was set, and you gathered around the living room with the rest of your pack as Taeil, instructed the pups to be prepared for helping him treat injuries when they returned. They looked worried, yet determined to help the pack whenever needed.

Two vans drove around town heading towards the forest. You sat beside Jisung’s mate, cuddling her to your side in the back of the van as Mark quietly chatted with Sicheng in the middle and Taeil drove in the front with Doyoung.

When you came upon the forest, you all scrambled out, bringing along the small pack of clothes you brought with you. The vans were parked just a block away, waiting patiently for your return.

A few minutes of just walking into the forest, you and the young girl found a private place to strip and wrap the bag of clothing around your ankles before phasing. When you did, the young pup stood beside you, her snout reaching to just your shoulder, her pelt easily blending with her surroundings. “Ready?” you asked as you nuzzled the top of her head.

She nodded and to your surprise, let out a fierce snarl of anger. “If they touched any part of him I’ll rip their throats out!”

You chuffed in amusement and licked her ears. “That’s my girl.”

Joining the vampires, Amber, and the pack, you surrounded Taeyong and Doyoung, who stood side by side, their pelts contrasting in color: silver and a dappled coat. With a nod of Taeyong’s head the vampires zipped from your view and Amber disappeared without making a sound.

Your alpha turned to face his pack, eyes shining with pride and determination. “We’re just a mile away from Jisung. Yuta will lead us there, but before we do I’d like to say this.” There was a pause in the link before he added, “If we succeed or fail, no matter what, we’ll still have each other. I know we’ve gone through some tough times, and this is just another one.”

A bark of encouragement from Johnny made you chuckle, and for a moment all you could hear through the pack link was laughter.

“Good luck,” Taeyong added. “We can do it, I know we can.”

“HWAITING!”

Everyone bound forward, feeling energy surge through their limbs as the wind brushed their pelts. Your head filled with shouts of determination from the other wolves, and drew your head back slightly to howl at the night, knowing the moon goddess was watching over you.

Standing just above the underground facility, everyone phased back to human form and untying the little bags from their ankles, threw on the dark clothes they packed with them. There were even bulletproof vests and wrist communicators that Agent Kim handed out for everyone in case you needed to contact them or Amber. Even the adults each carried a small bag of explosives with them.

Why you weren’t ambushing in wolf form was because, even though you were at full strength that way, your claws could be heard clicking on any hard surface your paws would step on, which would completely give you away.

But in order to keep the pack link alive, you were able to “wolf out” as Donghyuck had once jokingly put it. Instead of phasing into full wolf or phase back to human form, you had the ability to stop at a point where your nails and teeth were sharp, eyes glowing gold, and your senses were slightly stronger and faster than the average human.

You wore a pair of black sweats, a T-shirt over a bulletproof vest, grey shoes, and fingerless gloves you all brought along from your training equipment, much like the other wolves had on now. Eyes roaming over your pack, you caught Mark’s gold gaze and maneuvered over to his side, eyes still locked on his. Then feeling a rush of affection with a tinge of anxiety, you pulled him into an embrace, suddenly realizing how real the situation was. “I’m scared,” you confessed, not wanting to break free from the warmth of his body.

“I know,” Mark whispered against your ear, and tightened his grip around your waist. “I’m scared too.”

You weren’t the only ones taking a moment to reassure themselves. Johnny’s arm was thrown around Ten’s shoulders, while Yuta and Hansol playfully pushed one another. Doyoung shared a handshake with Jaehyun, and finally, Sicheng and Kun found comfort in Taeyong’s protective embrace.

A small nudge to your side made you smile, and wiggling out of your mate’s hold, you pulled Jisung’s mate against your front, hugging her tightly, knowing she must be the most nervous out of everyone else. Her head lay against your shoulder and you stroked her hair, “We’re so close to him,” you whispered. “Can you feel it?” You felt her nod, and smiled.

“Ready?” Taeyong asked, catching everyone’s attention. “This is it.” He held up a wrist, speaking into the communicator. “Amber, we’re here.”

“Great. Letting you in.”

Suddenly the ground just a few feet ahead opened up, as if a round slab of earth just removed itself, leaving a gaping hole. With Taeyong in the lead, one by one everyone carefully climbed down the ladder that lead underground, enveloping you in total darkness, your glowing eyes leaving little to no light as you carefully made your way down. After a moment, you could see a distant but faint light underneath your feet. Soon enough you could see the other members silhouettes as they quietly stepped onto the ground.

Finally you reached the bottom and felt your feet meet hard concrete. Bare walls surrounded you, like a tunnel that lead to a door just yards away. The youngest of your group appeared and Yuta helped Jisung’s mate off the ladder, playfully lifting her up and swinging her onto the ground. You heard her laughter ring through the pack link, making everyone chuckle in amusement.

The hall like way was already lit up, and you quietly surrounded the door to the facility’s entrance. “Amber?” Taeyong muttered.

“It’s open, I’ve taken over the whole security system.” 

You all sighed in relief, the mission was going as planned.

“But wait a minute alpha dog,” there was a pause until the white witch whispered. “The vampires have knocked out the guards, but they’re still fighting, there’s a lot of people here, so be careful.”

“Gomawo,” your leader thanked and turned to face his pack. “I don’t know the conditions we’re about to enter, everyone on full alert.” He silently pushed the door open and you all carefully followed him inside.

There was a long hallway in front of you. The walls were bare, nothing interesting. A pair of guards lay on the ground, obviously dead as you couldn’t hear their pulse. At the end of the hall, Taeyong glanced at his pack. “Doyoung, Johnny, Hansol, Kun, Sicheng, Taeil, and Jaehyun, you’re with me. We’re gonna set a diversion and plant explosives around the area. Ten and Yuta, knock out all the officials. Pups, you wait for Amber’s message.”

Everyone left you three standing in the hall, backs against the wall, impatiently waiting for Amber’s voice.

A loud explosion suddenly shook the facility. Unfamiliar shouts could be heard but were silenced quickly. “Pups, you’re up,” you heard Amber through the communicator. “Good luck.”

“Remember the map?” Mark asked you two and you nodded. “Okay, let’s go.”

You all took a left, jogging down the halls of the facility. the place was larger than you expected, but instead of letting that faze you, you focused on your surroundings, noting the rooms you passed, the knocked out guards, and the cameras on the walls. You also took note of the experimentation labs. After a couple minutes, you realized the doors you passed were smaller than the other lab rooms. Each door had a wolf symbol above the locks, and remembered this was where all the pups were being kept.

That’s also when you realized the younger girl had disappeared. “Mark stop!” You both halted and looked around in panic before sighing in relief as you found her pressed against one of the doors.

“Everything okay kids?” Taeyong asked through the pack link, obviously surprised by your outburst.

“We’re fine,” Mark replied.

You both stepped behind her and smiled as you watched Jisung slowly rise from his bed and walk towards the small window on the door, just like his mate had described. He wore what looked like a long hospital gown, and although you didn’t see any bruises or injuries on his body, the pup looked shaken. His eyes turned gold, tips of his fangs pressed against his bottom lip. “You guys came,” he wondered, tone thick with emotion and you watched a couple silent tears run down his cheeks. “I can’t believe you’re here…”

Mark’s eyes softened. “We’ll never abandon you.”

“Stay focused kids,” Taeyong interrupted the moment.

“Jisung, we’re getting the keys be ready to help out,” you rushed and with a nod of his head, you left, hoping the manager’s room wasn’t too far.

Finally you found the office and rushed to open the door.

It was locked.

“Damn it,” You muttered under your breath, hearing Mark growl behind you. “Taeyong, the door’s locked.”

“I’m held up right now but ask Amber, she’ll know what to do.”

You sighed but spoke through the communicator. “The manager’s door is locked.”

“I can see that, I’m sending help.”

Jisung’s mate growled, “How long are we gonna have to — ”

“Need some help?” Agent Kim appeared out of nowhere and in a milli-second the door was busted open. “There ya go.”

“Kamsahamnida,” Mark thanked him before the bloodsucker sped off.

You opened every single drawer in the office, quickly getting frustrated as the keys hadn’t appeared yet.

“Found ‘em!” your maknae shouted and she held up a ring of keys and began tugging on them. “They’re labeled too, but they’re stuck in the ring.”

Mark maneuvered to her side and easily broke the metal ring. “Y/N and I only need the torture and test room keys, you get the rest.” He slid off two key and handed them to you, giving the rest back.

You both watched the young girl speed off in Jisung’s direction before going the opposite way. Quickly you found the isle with multiple lab rooms and quickly surveyed the area. “Which rooms first?” you whispered.

“Test labs.”

They were the first ones before you after all and unlocked the first one, gasping in shock as your gold eyes stared at a large cylinder machine filled with water. A girl wearing the exact same gown as Jisung, probably just a few years older than you, was strapped inside, a mask over her nose and mouth as if it was meant for breathing, but instead, she looked unconscious.

“How do we get her out?”

“You won’t,” a voice said behind you and and loud gunshots made you both instinctively duck.

The bullets hit the cylinder and water crashed over you both, soaking you through your clothes. After the initial shock was over and coming to your senses, you looked up to see a man with a lab coat standing over you both, aiming the gun at your heads.

Your training pushed to the front of your mind and you flipped around, kicking the gun out of his hold and allowed Mark to flip over you, kicking the man straight in the head, knocking him cold.

A gasp from the girl could be heard and you both crouched down, tearing and untangling her from the mask and the straps. “Are you okay?” you asked her as Mark carefully held her up in a sitting position. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

She looked around in confusion before shaking her head. “No, I’m…I’m okay…who,” she paused for a second, looking at you and your mate in confusion. “Who are you?” She sounded incredibly scared, her voice soft and trembling. “You don’t look like the scientists.”

“We’re your rescue party,” Mark muttered and added quickly. “Do you know where the other wolves are being kept?”

She nodded. “Of course.”

“Go there and help our pack mates unlock the rest of the rooms, gather everyone with you,“ you ordered. “You’ll be safe with them, I promise.”

She cracked a small grin. “I know how to fight.”

You sent her out after Jisung and his mate and quickly moved onto the next test and torture rooms. In just a few moments you saw some pretty frightening scenes: there was a boy strapped to a chair with wires attached to his head, another girl was strapped to a table with tubes in her wrists and neck, then among the torture rooms, there was a boy beat up from a pipe, and a girl weakling struggling from wolfsbane in her body. The worst one was the last room you unlocked. You and Mark interrupted a scene where a couple scientists were slowly upping the channels of two electrical chairs with a girl and boy strapped in their seats.

The fight to save them was longer than you hoped. The scientists were armed with guns as you somehow had to turn off the controllers while weaving in and out of their bullets. You both already managed to get nicked more than a handful of times before Mark finally got close enough to slam his hand against the off switch. You watched in horror as the wolves in the chairs fell limp.

Another loud shot rang out and you rolled out of the way, feeling something graze your ear and grimaced as you felt pain a split second later. But you ignored it, the tortured patients were more important and you still needed to get rid of the men with the lab coats.

You joined Mark in the fight right as he pounced on the back of a scientist, biting into the man’s neck and managing to kick the gun away. You dodged the other man’s bullet by rolling into his legs, knocking him off his feet and you quickly stood up, kicking his head and he fell to the floor, unconscious.

You ran towards the wolves, wondering what you should do because moving an injured, not to mention unconscious person was very dangerous. “Amber,” you spoke, knowing the white witch could hear you. “We need some assistance.”

And sure enough, Baekhyun’s mate, the wonderful hunter stood before you in seconds. “Good timing,” she chirped. “I just killed a whole gang of guards with an explosive. What’s up?”

Mark gestured to the patients strapped in the chairs. “We need to quickly untie them, they’ve been electrocuted, so be careful. Also, there’s a tied up boy in room 323 and a girl fighting off wolfsbane in her system in room 324. Get them to safety, please?”

The vampire nodded and in a matter of seconds both patients were quickly whisked out of the room.

“Taeyong, we’ve finished,” you contacted everyone through the pack link.

“We have too,” Jisung’s mate sounded in your head. “We’re back in the hallway we came from.”

“Perfect, I’m proud of you kids,” your alpha praised and you and Mark shared a pleased glance and humorously fist bumped in success. “We’re just fighting off these last handful of guards and we’ll rendezvous back at the entrance.”

When everyone returned, Amber opened up another entrance way, this one safer than the other, like a large ramp leading underground than a steep ladder. Agent Kim called in the whole emergency team and soon enough the rescued wolves were put onto stretchers and rolled out of the still secret facility. He promised to launch an investigation on the place after everything was over since all the scientists were put under arrest and taken in for questioning.

Around 3:00 am you all wandered outside and breathed in the fresh forest air. The facility was blown up, the explosives Taeyong and his wolves set destroying every last bit of the place.

While everyone was getting their more major injuries patched up, you took this time to mull over the mission, staring at the darkness leading under the forest soil, wondering if the ugly scenes you had witnessed would ever be forgotten.

“I wonder how many other wolves died in there,” you thought out loud, back in your complete human form. “Just…Goddess,” you chuckled slightly in defeat, mentally exhausted. “If you’re listening, we saw a lot of awful things. Hopefully, you’ll be kind to everyone tonight and won’t give any of your children nightmares.”

Something was carefully thrown over your shoulders. You looked down and smiled, it was a a towel to dry off with. The water from the test room still clung to your clothes.

Arms wrapped around your waist, the heat from your mate’s body warming your still cold skin. “Who are you talking to?” Mark asked, tone light, feeling your sentimental mood.

“The moon goddess,” you said, hoping to sound a little more chipper, also trying to psych yourself out too. “I’m hoping she’ll give us peaceful dreams tonight.”

You felt Mark plant a comforting kiss to your forehead and leaned back against him, eyes closing, feeling his mouth trail down the side of your head but stop at the shell of your ear. “You’re bleeding,” he muttered and moved slightly to view your face better. “Where else are you injured?” he asked, arms around your waist loosening.

“Hmm, well, my arms and shoulder definitely took a few scratches,” you stated, checking your arms and sure enough, you could already see the scratches beginning to heal. “They’re closing up already.”

“Mine too,” Mark whispered. “But I think you should have Taeil look at your ear.”

“Really it’s fine.”

“Please at least have him stop the bleeding.”

“It will in a moment, stop freaking out.”

“Yah,” Mark grunted in a reprimanding tone, but you heard the teasing in his voice and stifled your laughter. “I’m trying to keep my mate in one piece because apparently she couldn’t do that during the mission.”

You chuckled, his words making you break out in a grin and turned around to press an appreciative kiss against his mouth, holding it for a few seconds before whispering. “Okay, if it doesn’t stop bleeding in the next minute I’ll have Taeil check it out.”

It stopped bleeding in the next thirty seconds.

As you sat in the van, Doyoung driving about half of you back to Yuta’s old home, you turned around, witnessing the cute scene happening in the back seat. “That’s adorable,” you heard Mark whisper beside you, as he too turned around to watch them.

You knew the two would be inseparable in the next month or so. But everyone understood, knowing both of them had quite a scare in the past couple of weeks, and needed to reassure themselves their other half wouldn’t again just disappear like that. They look so peaceful, you thought, grinning.

Jisung lay across his mate’s lap, still wearing the hospital gown but she didn’t seem to mind, as she had cuddled herself into his side, holding him tightly. Tiny smiles quirked the corners of their lips through the entire ride home.

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Blinks blinks some more I’m done writing this! I’m freaking done writing oh, my, gawd, what even. Okay, wow, now what??? Guess I’ll have to check the poll results huh? Haha wow I can’t believe I’m done! This was so much fun to write! Like so much fun my mind was going crazy!!

Thank you so much…so so so much for all the support you gave me and the encouragement to keep writing. I love you guys so much, you’re part of my motivation to keep writing, which is a lot to say but I’m serious, you all mean so much to me so thank you, I love you all❤💖🎉🎉

Oh don’t worry of course I’m gonna write a epilogue, duh, because we all need actual closure don’t we…or wait….another beginning to a certain wolf’s story. Hehe hope you’re ready for another furry ride!

fic: old suspenders

pair: betty ღ jughead
notes: 1x05. a short walk to thornhill manor, and a million chances to ask a million questions.

Turns out it was Jughead who was not ready to enter the belly of the beast, as he had so eloquently put seconds before Betty had sidelined him with a perfectly angled tilt of her head and an impressed hum at his attempt to better himself to say goodbye to the beloved Jason Blossom. Had she always had that one damn dimple, or had it always been overshadowed by her luring ponytail?

He misses it now, perched on her bed as she bounces from one corner of her room to another, struggling in her never-worn heels that she’d traded her usual trainers in for. An ample (yet missed) opportunity to watch her ponytail bounce, skirt, curl, and do all its usual dances that gave Betty life.

“You look nice with your hair down,” he tells her, though his voice is made falsely sweet, and he smiles unapologetically (though a bit appreciatively) when she levels a poor attempt at a glare towards him.

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Vivillias!!!

Vivillias:

I figured I would try to write some Vivillias!! :) I’m so sorry that this is late but I have been caught up with a truckload of studying and I have had SOOOO many exams it is NOT. EVEN. FUNNY. @readinglikewildfire @abraxos-sniffing-flowers @astronautrabbit

Summary:

Amarantha was dead and the High Lords were finally free after fifty years of being bound to her. Kallias had told Viviane just before his powers had been taken how he had loved her for his entire life. That had been fifty years ago and Kallias returns to his home, the Winter Court. Only to be shocked that Viviane had managed to protect the small city and his people and that she realized what Kallias was for her as well. That she loved him.

Love and Snow: (Crap title but I can’t think of anything)

Kallias:

Kallias was returning home. After fifty years, he was to return to his snow-laden city and the secret love of his life, Viviane. He left the morning after Rhysand had. It was the fastest he had ever winnowed…
And he appeared right in front of Viviane.

“Ka-ka-Kallias!” Viviane was standing on the outskirts of the town, cheeks flushed red from the cold. Light danced in her eyes as she puffed out icy air. “You-you’re here!!” She shrieked. Tears streamed down her pale face as she wrapped her arms around Kallias’s waist in a tight embrace. “I missed you. I missed you so damn much!” She huffed.

“I missed you too.” He whispered, brushing a finger through her silver hair. “Viviane.”

It was Viviane’s name on his lips that sprung her into action. She pulled away from him for a second, pulled down his shoulders so his face was level with her own and brushed her pink lips gently against his mouth. Kallias gasped, suddenly aware that Viviane returned his feelings and brushed his lips against his own. Viviane teased him again, brushing warm hands across his face, tracing his cheek and jaw bone. She pulled her face away, sighed and brushed her hips slightly against his own.

That was what made him snap. He had never kissed in public, did it in the privacy of his or someone else’s room but he, did. Not. Care. He lifted her up suddenly, making her squeal and then his lips met her own. He pecked them slightly before parting them to give access to his tongue. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer almost demanding his tongue to enter her mouth. And he did.

Slow at first, he ran his tongue against the side of her mouth. She groaned, the sound coming deep from her throat as she fisted her hands in his silky, shoulder length hair. He stroked her teeth and smiled against her mouth. His large hands wrapped around her waist, hugging her to his chest to give him better access to her. He moved deeper, pressing against her tongue making her gasp.

She slowly withdrew, pulling her mouth away from his. Light sparkled in her eyes like moonlight dancing on snow. Viviane drew out a large breath before whispering, “I’ve wanted to do that for a long, long time.” She smiled, “I realized that I loved you when Amarantha took your powers.” Tears streamed down her face. He had been gone for fifty years. They had loved each other for those fifty years and had never been able to see each other. It made his heart break. So, he took her hand in his and winnowed her to his bedroom.

Viviane:

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, brushing his lips against the shell of her ear. “I’m so, so sorry for being away from you for so long.” He knew it was sudden. That they hadn’t even been together for ten minutes. But. They had secretly loved each other for those fifty years. So, he gently brought her down to the ground. Bent down and kneeled before her. Viviane realized what he was doing. She knew what he was doing when a string on her heart pulled her closer. When Kallias felt that same string.

He closed his hands, holding them together and whispering something so quietly she couldn’t hear it. Then he opened his palms. Tears glistened in his eyes as he once again looked at her and choked out, “Will you marry me Viviane?”
Viviane just stared. Stared. And stared. And stared. Stared at his silver hair in a loose braid. Stared at his out-stretched hands. Stared at the High Lord she had loved for fifty years without him or the rest of the world knowing. The string on her heart tugged harder, assuring her that it was okay to be so happy that it hurt. That it was okay to cry, to stare at the ice ring in his hands. A simple ring with the words, “Ice and snow may appear bitter and heartless, but look a little closer and find that it observes and cares about everyone and everything.” Engraved on it.

She peered into his eyes again, eyes that ice itself inhabited. Saw the light, the want and the love in them. She had difficulty grasping on any words but managed to whisper out, “I will.” She drew in a shuddering breath and croaked out, “I love you.”

So Kallias worshipped her the entire night, and the string connecting their hearts pulled harder. Grew from a single string to a bridge to the other’s mind. A bridge formed from undeniable love, trust and that they were… mates.

Lol. Just needed to write some feels so this hasn’t really been edited :D