i love how they both cop a feel with each other

Bare // Jughead Jones Smut

Summary: Heading to Pops after the reoccurring verbal fight between your sibling and Dad, your boyfriend notices how tired you look. Admitting the fighting he takes you to his favourite place to wait for to calm down. Things get heated quick between Jughead and you.

Characters: Jughead x reader, Hermione Lodge, and Archie Andrews (mentioned)

Words: 1702

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. I also want to clarify, in the tv series Jughead is NOT asexual and this is based on the series not the comics.

Warnings: Fluff, mention of fighting, and smut

Author: Caitsy

Tagging: At the bottom

A/N Someone posted wanting Jughead smut because there isn’t. Under the forever tags I’m adding them to a Riverdale taglist. If you want off please let us know.

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The night was cold, the type of cold that seeped through the thickest of jackets and clung for hours. The type that made you think that you would die from hypothermia at any point despite compelling evidence that it wasn’t possible. You were trying to get away from the fighting between your sibling and father.

Lately it seemed that the sounds in the house were the screaming match that went down every night when you tried to sleep. You would sneak out half an hour into the fight and you always walked yourself to Pop’s for a milkshake. It was getting around that your home life was terrible.

“I’ll have a strawberry milkshake this time.” You mumbled digging into your pocket for change.

“It’s on the house.” Mrs. Lodge smiled seeing the pain and fatigue clinging on your features.

Normally you would argue that but as of lately you didn’t have the energy to do anything so you nodded before sitting down in a booth. It was late so you were one of the very few people sitting in the diner. You barely noticed the person that sat down in the booth until they spoke.

“Y/N.”

You looked up to see your boyfriend looking at you concerned, taking in the inky colours underneath your eyes. It wasn’t hard to see that sleep had evaded you for the last little while. It was concerning for Jughead.

“Hey.” You smiled placing your hands back into your lap while Jughead ran his eyes across your features, “Something wrong Jug?”

“Why are you here so late?”

“Can’t sleep-“

“The truth.” Jughead firmly said.

“I haven’t been sleeping.” You admitted, “I can’t fall asleep in a house where screaming takes place every night. There’s no peace at all.”

Jughead’s heart broke when the tears gathered as your voice broke in synch with his heart. You were normally one of the strongest girls he had ever known. When you learnt about his home situation you had fought him to tell the Andrews, despite Fred being a main reason why Jughead didn’t have a home anymore.

“Oh.” Jughead breathed sliding into your side of the booth instead. He wrapped his long arms around your shaking frame, leaning his chin on the top of your head, “It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, “Why are you out so late Jug?”

“Couldn’t write in the house. I’m so used to writing with you by my side or in here. I have words racing in my head but I couldn’t write with Archie playing his songs. He’s an amazing singer but those songs aren’t putting me in the writing mood.”

You chuckled as Jughead pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You were still wired so Jughead gripped your hand and tugged you out of the diner. The milkshake forgotten and if Hermione Lodge was being truthful, she hadn’t started making it when Jughead showed up.


You knew that he could see that you wouldn’t be able to sleep for awhile so he did something he knew you would like. The Twilight Drive-In was still in the process of being demolished but the shack that Jughead had slept in still stood.

“Come on.”

“Aren’t we trespassing?” You mumbled walking in while Jughead made sure the coast was clear.

“Probably.” He shrugged, “I know you though.”

You chuckled as the two of you dropped to the bed in silence. Jughead was different when it was just the two of you and not around your peers. You each had an uncanny distaste for public displays of affection to the disappointment of Kevin.

“Do you remember when I invited you here for our first date?” Jughead asked putting his arm around your shoulders.

“Of course I do!” You laughed.

“Movies, and when the second movie started I couldn’t help myself from kissing you.” Jughead whispered leaning his forehead against yours. The atmosphere got charged when he pressed his lips against yours.

“I remember you pulled back and I crashed mine against yours.” You breathed.

“I don’t…” Jughead trailed off before, “Can you refresh my memory?”

Without another word you pushed your body onto his lap and pushed his hat off his head. Your lips moved against each other passionately as you gasped when Jug’s hand came to rest of your thigh.

Jughead pulled away to trail his lips down your neck to suck on your collarbone. You released a breathy moan as you clenched his hair in your hands, arching into his chest. You took pride in knowing you had turned him on.

“Y/N…” Jughead breathed as you rubbed yourself on his hard on. He moaned as his head rested on your chest before gripping your hips in a bruising hold.

He pressed his hands on your hips down as he slowly dragged you up and down his lap. You hissed when your clit dragged across the zipper of his black jeans. He let go to push his jacket and sweater off his arms before returning his hands back to your hips.

You grinded against him harder both of you hissing and panting as you leaned down. You ran your lips slowly up his jaw, teasingly leaving small bites. You bit him at the same time he groaned lowly.

“I also remember what happened a few dates after that” you said as a smirk crossed your face as you began to speed up.

“You talking about the one that Archie walked in on?” Jughead smirked dragging his hands up under your shirt and pulling it off and onto the floor within seconds.

“More like the one after that.” You breathed slowly dragging his shirt up his body, “The one where we-“

You gasped when you turned flipped onto your back with Jughead hovering above you with one hand trailing fire down your chest to the button of your jeans. He slowly kissed the underside of your jaw while his fingers carefully and awkwardly undid the button and pulled back to remove your jeans.

“I’ll never get out of this.” Jughead whispered, his eyes igniting the fire in you to higher temperatures.

“Jug…please.” You whispered pulled him back down onto your body. The start had been intense but it slowed down, possibly because of the awkwardness, to wear you caressed each others skin.

You made quick work of Jughead’s black jeans by shoving them off by your feet along with his boxers. You moaned taking in his size despite it not being the first time you had seen each other naked.

“You’re wearing too many clothes. I’d prefer the soft, supple skin.”

With shaking fingers Jughead couldn’t entirely release your bra clasps with fluid movements but that was okay. With an apology breathed into the crook of your neck you switched positions with Jughead, now you straddled his thighs as you swiftly removed your underwear. Jughead had taken the time to stroke himself.

You took your tall and lean boyfriend splayed out on the cot with his green eyes darkened with desire and his tongue running over his swollen lips. Your heated gaze raked over his form from his ruffled raven hair going everywhere both from his hat and your fingers.

You didn’t even notice that his free hand had moved to the apex of your thighs. It never failed to amaze you how his touch could make you nearly collapse. You felt more than saw him move to lean against the wall and drag you up. In unison Jughead and you hissed as you sank down on him.

Jughead had this thing where he wouldn’t let either of you move as he let the feeling overpower him. A beat later he had you bouncing using his power as you felt boneless before you met him thrust for thrust. Swivelling your hips as you sank down you had Jughead gasping.

“Oh god.” You breathed squeezing your eyes closed as Jughead’s thumb pressed into your clit, “Holy sh-“

“I’m c-lose.” Jughead exclaimed tugging you down with his other hand. You ground your hips gripping his hair tightly. With a harsh brush against your clit you fell into your climax

Jughead got off on the way you came. You’re skin would colour into the most beautiful pink he had ever seen. Your toes and fingers would curl together while your nose crinkled at the strongest crest. Your hair would be a halo around your head and his favourite part was when his name fell from your lips like a raindrop from a flower petal.

Breathing was difficult as you both came down from your highs shaking from the intense love-making. Jughead dragged you down to lay down but the chill in the room caused goosebumps to raise on your body.

“We should probably go home.” Jughead breathed, “Getting caught by the cops in here wouldn’t be fun.”

“Yeah.” You yawned, “Do you want to stay over at my place?”

“What about your-“

“You know my parents love you. They’re fine with you staying if the door isn’t closed all the way.” You whispered.

In a comfortable silence you dressed quickly, only this time Jughead’s sweater was wrapped around you. In typical fashion it was much too big on you but in your rush to get out of your house you had grabbed the thinnest sweater you had by accident. Jug’s hat was back on his head and his arm was around your shoulder.

Jughead had a lot of shades to himself where he was a novelist, student, best friend and boyfriend. He was sarcastic and intelligent with a certain way of words. He was cool and collected with a witty remark to anything but he was different behind closed doors. Sex with Jughead wasn’t the smooth sailing in tv shows and movies but instead it was true with awkwardness that dissipated when you got more and more well versed with each others bodies.

“I love you.” Jughead whispered into your hair when you were asleep in his arms in the safety of your room. He didn’t say it often but he showed it a lot. Jughead loved you even if he didn’t say the words and you returned the same feelings.

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important facts & quotes from hidden oracle reread #4 part one

i cited everything from the hardback edition bc im a nerd 

- page one apollo is already making pop culture references (1)

- meg is such a badass oh my g od (14)

- riodan does such a beautiful way of explaining things in this novels. awe-inspiring. mind blowing. example: “Her eyes glinted darkly like a crow’s. (I can make that comparison because I invented crows.)” (14-15) wow. beautiful. 

- so i understand this series is going to be about Apollo’s redemption and ~~~~finding himself~~~~ or w\e but JESUS PLEASE RICK you can’t just say “She [Meg] reminded me of the strays my sister was always adopting: dogs, panthers, homeless maidens, small dragons.” (15) WITHOUT PROVIDING SEVERAL BOOKS AS EXAMPLE FOR SAID SENTENCE all i want is a book focused on artemis and her army of small dragons and lesbians dear gods please 

- omfg can you just imagine sally having to go over to Percy’s room and having to tell him that the greek god of the sun apollo was there to see him omfg. imagine the salt. imagine both of them just groaning. imagine.

-”If I had still been an immortal, I might have flirted with her [Sally Jackson] myself.” (30-31) l o l Sally is a middle aged married woman seven months pregnant and still bringing in the gods you go girl im proud of you

- Sally Jackson is one of the best characters in the entire series. citation: every riodan book ever even the non-pjo it’s a fact 

- i 10000% support the idea that percy gave apollo the led zeppelin shirt as a sneaky joke he’s so smart i love him so much

- “Percy laced his fingers. They were long and nimble.”(35) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

- He [Percy] would have made an excellent musician.” (35) f u ck 

- literally all percy wants is to “stay alive” long enough to go to college, meet his baby sister, and see his mom get her book published my heart is broken for this boy (35-36)

- the return of the seven layer dip fuck me up (40)

- jfc that poor Prius it’s been through so much (52-54)

- page 67 and Percy’s already made two comic book references he’s such a canon nerd 

- “Cops love me almost as much as teachers do.” god Percy Jackson what are you doing to me

- apollo tried to order a pizza to CHB and honestly same (73)

- g o d will solace jfc wow

- we’re to assume Will’s a skier (his Okemo Mountain jacket & skiers tan) (82) and now i have to write the inevitable fic that comes out of this fact

- Will’s mom was a alt.-country singer from Austin, Texas (83) which wow and honestly makes the fact will is a horrible singer 1000% better

- yellow daises grow year-round in the Apollo cabin, and it smells like fresh linens and dried sage. (83)

- kayla is aiming for the olympics and honestly im so proud already 

- fact: any and all solangelo interaction have me crying into my book 

- “Will put his hand on Nico’s shoulder, ‘Nico, we need to have another talk about your people skills.’” lol this implies that they’ve had this talk before and im dying to hear it

- the Hermes kids are big fans of Rocky Horror Picture Show (95) and now i have to write a seperate list of headcanons for this fact

- speaking of, Apollo used to cosplay as Rocky bc why not. (95-96)

- listen i know im solangelo trash BUT - “Will and Nico sat shoulder to shoulder, bantering good-naturedly. They were so cute together it made me feel desolate.” im destroyed (110)

- “but if I sit alone at my table, strange things happen.” “it’s a mood disorder” “i cant control it” stfu nico u nerd u just want to sit with your boyfriend im dead (110)

- Will nodded serenely. “It’s the strangest thing. Not that Nico would ever misuse his powers to get what he wants.” death to goody-two-shoes will solace 2k17

- off topic but CAN YOU JUST IMAGINE CHIRON THO. like. this happens and will and nico are just standing there. in front of him. telling him they have to sit together OR NICO WILL JUST HAPPEN TO PUT CRACKS INTO HIS CAMP. just imagine. him staring at them. sighing. deciding not to fight this one. agreeing & watching them giggle away bc they’re so SNEAKY & now they can EAT TOGETHER WOW 

-   lol when Meg was going to town on the hot dogs and “Julia and Alice watched her with a mixture of fascination and horror.” (111)

- “Will and Nico exchanged a look that might have meant, here we go.” (112) okay im sorry im just sO GONE FOR LITTLE MOMENTS LIKE THIS I JUST WANT NICO TO BE HAPPY AND COMFORTABLE IN HIS RELATIONSHIPS OKAY

- apollo refers to the seven as “the A-list” (112) same tho

- Jason, Piper, Coach Hedge, Mellie and baby Chuck are all in LA with Piper’s father like???? (113) THIS IS SOMETHING I NEED TO SEE? What’s the living arrangement? Is Jason living with Piper? OH GOD IS JASON LIVING WITH HEDGE AND MELLIE? DO THEY ALL LIVE IN SOME BIG PLACE PIPER’S DAD RENTED OUT???? do Piper and Jason babysit? do they have family dinners? how’s baby chuck doing??? how are they all adjusting to domestic life?? I NEED TO KNOW THIS IS ALL VERY IMPORTANT TO ME 

- lol nico’s just as pissed as eveRYONE IN THE FANDOM about Leo’s not-death and im living for it (113)

- also nico carries around Leo’s lil ‘IM ALIVE LOL’ letter\hologram\thing? like i get it was completely for the plot but?????? “i look at it whenever i want to get angry” (114) like ok nico u lil bean whatever u say u little emo shit

- apollo’s little ‘lol when u have a headache in olympus hephaestus just cracks open your skull and removes whatever brain god\dess u just birthed up lol it’s so much easier ugh’ (116) w h a t t h e f u c k 

- fact: harley is adorable no citation needed

- also you’re telling me chiron, basically as old as time itself tbh, doesn’t speak portuguese? k (120)

- “i am merely assessing how well paolo’s arms are functioning after surgery” (120) those are some big words william u nervous or something??

- “hmph” - nico di angelo, 2016 (120) 

- this isn’t really important but there’s a satyr named herbert and he’s my new favorite character sorry i dont make the rules (124)

- ok so there’s an unnamed random camper who mutters in Italian (127) and now i’ve got the BIGGEST headcanon that this random girl and Nico (omg maybe a few others????) meet a few times a month just to rant to each other in Italian so none of them get sloppy with the language and u g h im such a bitch for nico di angelo frienships

- “A boy in the crowd gasped, ‘she’s a communist!’” (127) i fucking hate this book omfg

i’ll do more later in order to mentally prepare myself for the dark prophecy but it’s 3 am and im tired  

Mischief and Babygirl // A Stiles Stilinski Roommate AU Smut

Prompt: Imagine two people being in a situation where they can’t stand each other and are forced to live together. They hate each other with every fiber in their body and are always mad about the smallest things. But, what they didn’t know was that they had made an online friend and had grown very fond of each other and started dating online with each other. When they decided to meet up and see one another for the first time, they find themselves in a very shocking and unexpected situation.

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Mutual Masterbation, Dirty Talk, Sexting, Nudes, Oral (male on female), Fingering, and Swearing.

Word Count: 6,829

A/N: This is definitely one of my favorite one-shots I have written. I really hope y’all like it, too. It’s another round of me and @celestial-writing just putting ideas together (love you)! Also, how fucking hot is angry Stiles tho???

And guys, I put this thing so you can now read your own name instead of (Y/N)!! If you’re not on my blog, you just have to click the little box which will take you there and BOOM, now my fics have become 100% personal for you! (Unfortunetly, doesn’t work on mobile)

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Immediately letting out a shout as anger boiled up inside of her for the millionth time today because of the same freckled boy, (Y/N) grabbed the empty jug of milk out the refrigerator and trudged towards the dining room table. There sat her four roommates and greatest friends in the world, well everyone except Stiles Stilinski that is.

“Stiles!” She yelled, throwing the empty bottle in his lap and startling him. “I swear to God, if you ever leave anything empty in the fridge again, I will kick your sorry ass!”

“Sweetheart, you couldn’t kick this ass no matter how hard you tried.” Stiles scoffed and took the bottle off of his body to place it on the table.

“You wanna bet?” (Y/N) threatened.

“Funny.” He laughed which only made the young woman even more furious than she already was.

Stiles immediately jumped when she harshly slammed her hand down on the surface in front of him, leaning her face so close to his that they were only inches apart.

“Never doubt a woman’s capacity to destroy someone.” (Y/N) stated, her voice harsh enough to make him gulp. “We do know how to perfectly get rid of blood stains after all.”

“Damn, Stiles.” Scott chuckled from his seat on the table. “If I were you, I’d go buy a lifetime supply of milk right now just to protect myself.”

“Nah,” Camile disagreed and everyone could hear the smile in her voice. “What they need to do is sleep with each other already. The sexual tension between you two is really tiring.”

“I’ll say.” Madi groaned. “I’m the one who’s room is right next to theirs and, God, the fighting is non-stop. Just have sex already, please? Not for the love of God, but for my sanity!”

“(Y/N) wishes she could get into my pants.” Stiles smirked, a grin playing on his lips as their eyes locked.

“Oh please, Stiles.” She scoffed, standing up straight again. “As if you actually had something in your pants that interested me.”

“Ouch.” Scott cringed and a devious smirk made its way onto (Y/N)’s lips when she noticed Stiles get offended by her comment. “I’d leave her alone after that one.”

Stiles angrily skid his chair back, its legs screeching against the tiles, and stood up. As intimidating as it was to have him look down into her eyes due to how much taller he was, (Y/N) stood her ground and didn’t dare shy away.

Out of nowhere, Scott picked up the butter knife he was using for his bagel and unexpectedly begin to swat the air in between the two young adults.

“What'cha doing there, Scott?” Stiles asked, their eyes now staring at their fellow roommate.

“Trying to cut the sexual tension between you two, but damn it’s too strong.” He laughed, the two other girls in the room laughing loudly along with him.

“Screw all of you.” (Y/N) huffed, walking away from every single one of them and going up the stairs to her room in anger.

As much as she hated to admit it, Scott was unfortunately right. There’s no doubt about the sexual tension within (Y/N) and Stiles and, yes, both of them have yet to confess that they’ve thought about being with each other on more than one occasion. But, even though she does have a secret crush on him and would love it if Stiles got under her bedsheets, the way he gets under her skin frustrates (Y/N) more.

Reaching the first floor of the house the five of them rent so they don’t have to live in crappy dorm rooms, the furious girl walked inside of her bedroom and shut the door behind her. The sound echoed through the halls and the four left downstairs all jumped at the sudden sound. Scott, Camile and Madi instantly glaring at Stiles.

(Y/N) immediately laid down on her messy bed and grabbed her phone from her nightstand. Tapping on the instant message app, she began texting her online friend. I wouldn’t exactly say that they were just online friends because it’s so much more than that. They’ve been texting each other anonymously for about a year now and couldn’t get enough. Neither one of them have ever shared a picture of their faces because they want to focus on personality and not appearance. All the time that they’ve spent texting, both knew for a fact that they really liked one another. Which is why the two are beyond nervous for their first blind date tonight.


Babygirl 💋 [12:45 pm]: Today is the day I commit my first murder, Mieczyslaw

Mischief 💚 [12:45 pm]: Roommate again? 😂

Mischief 💚 [12:46 pm]: Well, where do you want us to hide the body?

Babygirl 💋 [12:46 pm]: Should we just bury him out in the woods?

Mischief 💚 [12:46 pm]: Nah, that’s a dead end. The cops would find it too easily

Mischief 💚 [12:46 pm]: What we need to do is go to the zoo and when no one’s looking

Mischief 💚 [12:47 pm]: We throw his body in the lion’s den

Mischief 💚 [12:47 pm]: There’s no crime if there’s no evidence

Babygirl 💋 [12:47 pm]: You know, sometimes your intelligence really scares me

Babygirl 💋 [12:47 pm]: You’re too much of a fucking genius!

Mischief 💚 [12:48 pm]: Just a genius?

Mischief 💚 [12:48 pm]: Nothing else? 😉😏

Babygirl 💋 [12:48 pm]: And really fucking sexy

Babygirl 💋 [12:48 pm]: Especially when you talk cop to me

Mischief 💚 [12:49 pm]: Well, in that case…

Mischief 💚 [12:49 pm]: All units proceed with caution

Mischief 💚 [12:49 pm]: We have a 180 on our hands here

Babygirl 💋 [12:50 pm]: Fuck

Babygirl 💋 [12:50 pm]: The things you do to me…

Mischief 💚 [12:50 pm]: What kind of things, baby?

Mischief 💚 [12:50 pm]: Tell me everything you’re thinking 😉


(Y/N)’s entire body sparked with immediate desire the second she finished reading his message and she could already tell her panties were slowly getting wetter by the second.


Babygirl 💋 [12:51 pm]: Well, for starters

Babygirl 💋 [12:51 pm]: I can’t wait till our date tonight because I’ll finally be able to feel your lips on my own

Babygirl 💋 [12:51 pm]: I’ll get to feel your hands all over my body

Babygirl 💋 [12:52 pm]: The friction of our skin sliding against each other taking over all of my thoughts


Stiles Stilinski shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he continued to read the dirty texts his online friend was sending him. The excitement for their blind date tonight getting stronger than ever and Stiles honestly couldn’t wait until he finally came face-to-face with the girl that completely takes over his thoughts. Well, second girl that is. The first being his favorite roommate (Y/N) (Y/L/N). He knew that he irritated her beyond belief, but he couldn’t help but think how beautiful she looked everytime her eyes glared at him with such fury that it instantly became sexy or how her lip would snarl in anger and how much he desperately wanted to bite down on it.

Their relationship was an addictive game of Cat and Mouse and both parties enjoyed every second.


Mischief 💚 [12:53 pm]: Fuck, baby

Mischief 💚 [12:53 pm]: What else?


“Do you have ants in your pants or something?” Camile questioned the smirking young man and Stiles’ head immediately snapped up at the blonde. “Stop moving so much in your seat, dude.”

“U-Uh…” Stiles stuttered, feeling like he just got caught doing something very naughty. Which wasn’t exactly far from what was going on on his phone. “S-Sorry.”


Babygirl 💋 [12:54 pm]: I can’t wait till your mouth attaches to my neck

Babygirl 💋 [12:54 pm]: Then slowly keeps going down and down…


“Why do you keep grinning at your phone like that?” Madi asked, tearing Stiles away from the intoxicating text.

“He’s talking to his internet girlfriend.” Scott smirked. “They pretty much sext daily.”

“We do not sext daily!” Stiles complained at the same time that (Y/N) sent him a picture of her body in just her underwear, showing him exactly what he would be touching tonight. “Fuck.”

“What’d she send this time?” Scott laughed, the three curious twenty year olds trying to peak over Stiles’ phone to see.

“None of your business, Scott.” Stiles scolded, getting up from his chair and trudging away towards the staircase. “Or anyone else’s for that matter!”

“Make sure to clean yourself up afterwards!” Camile yelled.

“You’re disgusting!” Stiles shouted back, a holler of laughter taking over the dining room. “Go to hell!”

“Only if you’re there, too!”

Once Stiles reached his bedroom, he entered his safe space and shut the door behind him. By the way their texts were leading up to something more, he knew for a fact things were about to get hot and heavy and he didn’t need anyone passing by his room to see him in a very vulnerable state.


Mischief 💚 [1:02 pm]: I can’t wait to touch you, baby

Mischief 💚 [1:02 pm]: I’m literally counting the seconds until I finally get to lick your stomach

Babygirl 💋 [1:03 pm]: Fuck, Mieczyslaw

Babygirl 💋 [1:03 pm]: What else are you gonna do to me?

Mischief 💚 [1:03 pm]: My tongue is gonna keep going lower until it reaches the place you want me the most

Mischief 💚 [1:04 pm]: Then, I’m going to slowly circle it around your swollen nub

Mischief 💚 [1:04 pm]: I’m gonna wrap my lips around you and suck so hard you’ll be cumming in a matter of seconds

Babygirl 💋 [1:04 pm]: Oh God, Mieczyslaw

Babygirl 💋 [1:04 pm]: Keep going

Babygirl 💋 [1:05 pm]: I’m almost there


In the short time that Stiles spent arguing with his friends downstairs and texting her the dirty things she so desperately wanted to read, (Y/N) had removed her clothes, taken a picture of herself for him and began working on her own body thanks to how hot he’d made her. She started out by moving her hand slowly around her clitoris before using her other hand to pump two fingers inside of her soaking wet core. Even though she really liked Mieczyslaw, she didn’t exactly know what he looked like so, as shameless and dirty as it was, (Y/N) thought about the first sexy guy she could think of. That handsome man being, none other than, the exact same person that was currently thinking about her as he quickly unzipped his jeans and pushed his hand inside of his boxers to get a hold of himself.


Mischief 💚 [1:06 pm]: Fuck, that’s so hot

Mischief 💚 [1:06 pm]: Send me a picture

Babygirl 💋 [1:07 pm]: Attachment


Stiles cock twitched when he noticed that she hadn’t sent him a picture, but an actual video instead. Rubbing himself with one hand, Stiles used the other to press play on the video with eagerness laced in his blood. The footage began to roll and the boy licked his lips in anticipation. Stiles groaned and increased his pace on himself when he realized it was a video of the girl fingering herself for him, her sexy moans almost pornographic. It consisted of a full view of her body, her breasts perky for him as her finger moved fastly inside of herself. In a matter of seconds, (Y/N)’s legs began shaking to indicate she would be soon falling over the edge and that’s exactly what happened. Hearing the girl moan shamelessly and watching her entire body shudder as an overwhelming orgasm​ hit her, it didn’t take much for Stiles to also reach his.

His legs shook and his eyes shut, Stiles’ head falling back on his pillow, at the same time that hot cum shot out of his tip and immediately landed on his stomach. He imagined it was (Y/N) that had jerked him off and it was enough to make his high last longer. Stiles didn’t even mind the sticky release on his skin, all he could think about was how much pleasure he was currently in.

As soon as (Y/N) finished cumming and sent Mieczyslaw the footage, the girl had got up from her bed with satisfaction in her veins. She walked over to her closet and put on a robe before walking out of her bedroom to go to the bathroom and take a much needed shower. The second she passed by Stiles’ bedroom, however, desire and lust flooded her entire body when she suddenly heard him moaning uncontrollably.

“Hey, Stiles!” She shouted, knocking on the door and startling Stiles in the process. “Stop watching porn and go read a book!”


~


“(Y/N)!” Stiles yelled angrily, his fist pounding against the bathroom door. “Get out already! I have to leave soon!”

“So do I!” She shouted back, not caring about wherever it was Stiles needed to go to. “And I have actual hair to wash here!”

“Just don’t wash it!”

“I’m going on a date, idiot! I have to be completely clean!”

“For what?” Stiles questioned, sarcasm laced in his voice. “It’s not like he’s gonna go out of his way to sniff your hair!”

“No, but he’s definitely gonna be able to smell it when his head is snuck in my neck as he pounds me into oblivion!”

It was a simple comeback, but it did manage to sting Stiles’ heart in jealousy. Slamming his fist against the door one last time, the young man let out a frustrated grunt before walking away to his room.

(Y/N) gladly took her time to finish prepping herself in the shower until she finally decided to step out of the bathroom. Needless to say, Stiles was furious at the young woman but she couldn’t find a single bone in her body that actually cared. She wanted to look, smell and even taste her best for her date tonight and no man was going to stop her. (Y/N)’s been waiting for this special night for too long to worry about what other people had to say.

Which is why the young woman just walked right by Stiles without even giving him the chance to scold her. He stared in awe as she entered her bedroom, noticing how good she looked with her face flushed from the hot shower and the droplets of water running down her skin. Stiles’ mind immediately picturing himself licking the water off of her naked body and he felt slightly guilty.

The both of them got ready at the same time and the rest of the house watched in amusement as they simultaneously shared the bathroom, arguing the entire time. (Y/N) would try to look at herself in the mirror to put on mascara and he would get in her way to fix his quiff or just as Stiles would wet his toothbrush with the running water because (Y/N) was finishing up brushing her own teeth, she turned off the tap.

“You’re unbelievable.” Stiles groaned, shaking his head and opening the tap again.

(Y/N) didn’t say anything, she just blew him a kiss that was nothing shy of sass as she left the bathroom to finish her look in her bedroom. She had already fixed her hair and put on all of her makeup, so all she had to do next was take off her robe and wear the gorgeous black dress she specifically bought for tonight. Once she sprayed herself with her favorite perfume and was ready, (Y/N) walked down the staircase and approached her other three roommates in the living room.

“Well, how do I look?” She asked and they turned their heads to take in her outfit.

(Y/N) was absolutely gorgeous and it was no surprise everyone’s jaws were dropping at her breath-taking beauty.

“Like a queen.” Scott gawked, a genuine smile lighting up on (Y/N)’s lips.

“It’s not too much?” She questioned, spinning around for them.

“Hell no.” Madi smirked. “Whomever you’re seeing tonight is one lucky guy, my friend.”

“Good.” (Y/N) answered.

Just as she was grabbing her favorite coat from the rack, Stiles had reached the last step of the staircase and laid his eyes on the incredibly stunning woman before him. He immediately stopped in his tracks as his eyes grew wide at the sight. Her hair was perfectly done and a part of him wanted to run his fingers through it but the other part of him knew that if he did it would ruin the style and that would be a crime. Her makeup was simple, however the bold red lip definitely grabbed his attention and he wanted to smudge it with his own. (Y/N)’s long legs went on for days, Stiles already picturing them wrapped around his waist. However, what caught Stiles’ eyes the most was the alluring dress tightly hung against her beautiful curves. It made his brain spin in his head and jealousy crashed all over him at the thought of her being dressed like this for someone else.

“Do you really think you should be wearing a dress like that?” Stiles asked, clearing his throat and (Y/N) spun around to gaze at the source of the sudden voice.

“What is that supposed to mean, Stilinski?” She retorted, her manicured hand settling on her hip.

“That dress is too revealing.” He scolded. “It’s definitely not first date material.”

You’re not first date material.” (Y/N) scoffed, slipping her coat on.

She didn’t want it to be true, but the young woman could’ve sworn she saw a small glimpse of hurt in his eyes. But, it was soon gone before she could really check.

“Have fun on your date.” Stiles stated harshly as he walked past her and opened the door. “I hope he’s an ass.”

Before (Y/N) could even respond, Stiles was out the door and slammed it. The rough action surprising her and making her feel not only guilty but heartbroken that she caused that. (Y/N) loved the hate relationship she had with Stiles, but she also knew she wanted more. The two constantly fought because they were so alike. Stiles loathed how quick and sarcastic she was, but at the same time loved that only she could handle bickering​ with him. (Y/N) despised that he always managed to point out the things about her no one ever noticed, but loved that Stiles actually paid enough attention to see them. It was a complicated game they played, but the two were masters at it.

“Do you ever get tired of the way you treat each other?” Scott spoke up from the couch and (Y/N) turned around to look at him, the hurt still evident on her face.

“Sometimes.” She answered softly.

“Shouldn’t you two just stop?” Scott asked. “It’s obvious that you do all of this because you’re into each other.”

“Shouldn’t you three stop butting into our love lives?” (Y/N) retorted, no longer sad but now angry at the entire situation. “It’s Friday night and you’re sitting on the couch. Go out and have fun!”

“For your information, we are going out.” Scott scoffed and the two other girls nodded.

“Good.” (Y/N) stated as she opened the door and walked out. “Get to it!”

Even though he wasn’t in the best mood, Stiles pushed down all of his feelings for the girl he lived with to focus on the girl he was about to meet. She has helped him get her mind off of (Y/N) on more than one occasion, even though they did have the same name, and he was ready for her to do that again tonight. He thought about all of the incredible times they’ve spent chatting before pulling into the restaurant they picked and parking in the first space he could find. Once he locked the jeep behind him, Stiles headed towards the main entrance and nervously waited for the girl he talks to more than his own family.

With the anger still flooding inside of her, (Y/N) left her car and arrived at the restaurant. She no longer wanted to go on this date because she knew that all she will be able to think about is the spastic boy she lives with and never leaves her brain. It doesn’t matter how distracted she gets, Stiles is always there in the back of her mind.

The second (Y/N) looked up from her heels clicking against the pavement, her heart stopped inside of her chest. With every step she took towards the main entrance, her heartbeat would increase more and more. There, in front of her, was Stiles Stilinski. The exact person she was trying to get away from.

He was so focused on what was going on inside of his mind that Stiles hadn’t noticed her until she was literally right beside him and (Y/N)’s perfume made its way into his nose. Stiles’ head snapped towards the source, his eyes growing wide when he noticed it was (Y/N) herself next to him.

“What are you doing here?” Stiles asked, entirely confused. “Did you follow me?”

“I have better things to do than follow you, Stiles.” (Y/N) scoffed. “I’m meeting my date here. What the hell are you doing here?”

“I also have a date.” Stiles smiled smugly and certainly didn’t fail to notice how it effected her.

“So, we’re both having dates at the same place?” (Y/N) stated, in awe of this awkward situation. “Wonderful.”

“Where’s your date anyway?” Stiles questioned. “Shouldn’t he have picked you up?”

“It’s a blind date.” She explained, folding her arms against her chest which made her cleavage pop out even more and Stiles awkwardly tried to gaze elsewhere. “What about your date? Weren’t you supposed to pick her up.”

“I’m also having a blind date.” Stiles retorted.

Neither one of them put together exactly what was going on between them. Both standing in the tension heavy entrance, desperately looking at whatever person that would arrive and hoping it’d be their online friend. Little did they know, their dates were standing right next to each other this entire time.

They waited for a good thirty minutes before (Y/N)’s feet started to hurt from standing so long in thin heels and she sighed.

“I think we both got stood up.” (Y/N) stated in a hurt voice.

“No, my date wouldn’t do that.” He shook his head, pulling his phone out of his pants. “I’m texting her.”

“Yeah, me too.” (Y/N) agreed, zipping open her clutch to grab her phone.

She couldn’t help but look over to his text from the corner of her eye. He was messaging someone nicknamed “Babygirl” and (Y/N) felt insanely jealous when he watched him type in “Hey, baby. Are you still coming?” She didn’t even know who this babygirl of his was, but she knew she already hated her with everything (Y/N) had inside of her. Of course she was into Mieczyslaw, but she secretly wanted to be on a date with Stiles instead. She just wanted to have one encounter with him that didn’t consist of fighting.

(Y/N)’s thoughts were, suddenly, interrupted when her phone vibrated in her hand. The girl realized she had received a message from her blind date and already scoffed thinking about whatever poor excuse she was going to read explaining why he wasn’t here.


Mischief 💚 [8:32 pm]: Hey, baby. Are you still coming?


(Y/N) didn’t even think before immediately dropping her phone on the floor in complete shock, her heart going down with it. It fell in her stomach in surprise as she finally put all of the scattered pieces together. She quickly turned around to Stiles, who was already looking at her in astonishment from how she just randomly dropped her cellphone with the screen now entirely shattered.

For the longest time she didn’t say a single word, all (Y/N) did was stare at the beautiful boy she lived with that also happened to be the person she’s been secretly texting back and forth. Stiles didn’t know what to say or do either, from how odd she was behaving, but he mentally prepared himself to drop everything and drive her to the hospital in case she needed it.

“Y-You’re real name’s Mieczyslaw?!” (Y/N) exclaimed, shouting the first thing that popped in her mind.

“What?” Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, confused now more than ever.

The young man wearing flannel watched as she bent down to grab her phone again and, without giving him the slightest explanation, stuck her phone screen out for him to read what was written on it. It took a little bit for his brain to process everything, but when it finally did he felt as if it had just exploded.

(Y/N) expected Stiles to say something, but was completely surprised when he stuffed his phone in his back pocket and grabbed her face with his hands. Before she could understand what was going on, Stiles crashed his lips against hers with such passion and fervor, (Y/N) almost fell. But it wouldn’t matter if she did our not because Stiles would’ve caught her anyway with how he wrapped his hands around her waist.

All of the anger, frustration and rage they ever felt towards each other was channeled into the kiss and started to slowly slip away as they began to be replaced with desire, need and, dare I say, love. They always felt attached to each other no matter how upset they were until only now realizing that all of it meant love. Stiles and (Y/N) loved each other so deeply and it wasn’t just sexual tension. They truly got to know each other incredibly well over the time they spent talking online, sharing so much information that they felt closer to each other than to anyone else in their lives.

“I’ve always wanted to do that.” Stiles confessed, panting as he touched his forehead with hers.

“So have I.” (Y/N) blushed and Stiles leaned in again to place another addictive kiss on her lips.

As they kissed, Stiles slid his tongue across her bottom lip and asked for an entrance to which (Y/N) happily granted. The two didn’t even fight for dominance, they just explored each other’s mouths and enjoyed every discovery. Their tongues would brush together and neither one of them had enough self control to hold back their satisfied moans.

(Y/N) broke the kiss and Stiles’ lips moved to her jaw. He created a trail of wet and hot kisses that drove the girl crazy. It didn’t matter they were in public. (Y/N) could already feel herself getting wetter and wetter by the passing second. It was when Stiles’ mouth attached to her earlobe, his teeth grazing the skin as his tongue caressed it, that she knew she desperately needed more of him.

“Stiles,” She whimpered, his tongue sliding through the shell of her ear. “Do you really want to go on this date or do you just want to get out of here?”

“We can go back to my place?” Stiles smirked.

“I’d love that.” She laughed breathlessly.

“But, I do have to warn you.” He smiled against her heated skin, now sucking a bruise into her neck. “I have the world’s most annoying roommate. She really knows how to get on your nerves.”

“Hmm,” (Y/N) grinned playfully. “Sounds like she really gets to you. Should I be jealous?”

“Absolutely, she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Well, then, damn.” (Y/N) smirked, a light blush painting her cheeks. “I hope she doesn’t mind us crashing her apartment. I tend to be loud.”

“Fuck.” Stiles groaned, pulling his mouth away from the several different bruises he created to stare at her. “I’ll meet you there.”

The next thing she knows, Stiles is placing one last kiss on her lips and eagerly rushing away towards his blue jeep. A smile etched across (Y/N)’s face at how adorable he looked, happily climbing into his car and immediately turning it on.

The ride over to their house was full of adrenaline and excitement. Everytime they would have to stop at a red light, Stiles would look over to (Y/N) in her car and smugly lick his lips. Which would flush her entire body with more lust than it already was sporting, her core aching in need. Once they arrived and were both finally out of their vehicles, Stiles pinned (Y/N) against the front door and reattached his tempting mouth on hers. She gasped at the sudden act, but Stiles just swallowed it into their kiss. Their lips molded together as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling (Y/N) in even closer.

“What was that for?” (Y/N) asked, her lungs fighting for air after breaking the kiss.

“Because I needed to feel your kiss again.” He confessed.

A blush crept up on her cheeks and a grin made its way onto his lips. (Y/N) reached up to reconnect their mouths, tongues finding each other as she tried to zip open her clutch and grab the house keys. Stiles gently bit down on her lip and she fumbled with the zipper, his touch too intoxicating to have her focus on anything else. That’s when Stiles grabbed her hand and settled it on his lower back, a shameless moan falling from (Y/N)’s mouth when he lowered it even more. Both smiled into the kiss the second he guided her hand over his ass and squeezed, (Y/N) giggling when she realized his copy of the house keys were in his pocket this whole time.

Stiles took his hand off of hers and put it back on her waist as she slipped hers into his jeans’ pocket and pulled out the keys. The moment they were in her hand, the freckled boy broke their kiss and swiftly turned her around so she could open the door. Stiles’ mouth and teeth were sucking another hickey on her shoulder blade and (Y/N) felt weak in her knees. She didn’t know how, but she managed to unlock the door and turn the knob.

An animalistic instinct washed over Stiles and he immediately pushed the front door open, rushing the two inside. Before (Y/N) could even say anything, the young man hitched one of her legs around his waist and shoved her against the now closed door once again. She squealed when he did and Stiles chuckled against her lips. Both of their bodies dripping with lust as he rubbed his clothed bulge against the inside of her thigh, (Y/N) moaning in the process. Her hands were now wrapped around his neck, her fingers caressing his heated skin, and Stiles kept one hand on her waist as the other slowly slipped under the skirt of her dress to grab her practically bare ass. (Y/N) was wearing the smallest thong she owned and it definitely made Stiles’ cock twitch in his boxers.

“Shit, I’m seriously considering just fucking you right here.” Stiles moaned, his lips brushing against hers.

“Please do.” (Y/N) whimpered, Stiles feeling her heartbeat against his own chest.

“Please don’t.” A familiar male voice suddenly spoke up and the two lovers immediately snapped their heads towards the source.

Scott, Camile and Madi hadn’t left their​ positions on the couch since the two went out. The scene was absolutely comical from how shocked and frozen the three were. Scott had the tv remote in his hand as it pointed to the screen, his eyes wide. Camile kept a bowl of popcorn on her lap and held a single one up to her mouth, but it paused just outside of it as she stared in shock. Madi, however, wasn’t as astonished as the rest due to the mischievous grin she was wearing.

(Y/N) immediately tried to push Stiles off of her in embarrassment, but he held his ground and stayed right where he was. She couldn’t believe that they hadn’t even noticed they weren’t alone when they arrived.

“I have no problem still fucking you here.” Stiles grinned and, as turned on as she was, (Y/N) covered her face with her hands in humiliation. The girl let out a squeal when Stiles placed his mouth on her collarbone and began assaulting it with his tongue.

“Stiles!” She whined.

Out of pure respect for the girl he was holding and not because he cared that there were other people in the same room, Stiles placed (Y/N)’s leg down on the floor and took a step back from her. His hands were raised in surrender, but his eyes were still gazing at her in a cocky fashion. (Y/N) cleared her throat to rid herself of the embarrassment and slowly walked towards the staircase, Stiles watching her intently.

“Excuse me.” She stated to the three on the couch before looking over at Stiles with the lust still pooling in her pupils.

He certainly picked up what she was putting down as she began walking up the steps, Stiles hot on her trail. (Y/N) yelped in excitement when Stiles unexpectedly smacked her ass with his hand and they rushed even faster towards her bedroom.

“Go get that ass, Stiles!” Madi exclaimed.

“Use a condom!” Camile shouted after her.

Right as Stiles shut the bedroom door behind him, Madi turned around to grin at her two friends on the couch and both of them groaned. Searching in their pockets, Camile and Scott handed their fellow roommate twenty bucks each. Immediately regretting their bet on the two lovers upstairs that just yesterday were fighting. The bet consisted of when they would eventually hook up, Madi declared it would happen this month as Scott and Camile bet at the end of the year. Needless to say, the two lost.

(Y/N), yet again, was pushed up against a door and she quickly figured out that Stiles definitely has a door fetish. Not that she was complaining or found it weird in any way, it was actually one hell of a turn on. Their lips were back in sync together as Stiles reached behind her back and slowly unzipped the gorgeous dress (Y/N) was wearing, her breathing increasing at the contact. Once there was nothing left to unzip, Stiles let go of the zipper and proceeded to take off the straps of her dress. As soon as they were down her arms, he completely let go of the fabric and the dress instantly fell to the floor. Unfortunately breaking their kiss, (Y/N) stepped out of it pooling at her feet and Stiles’ jaw dropped when he took in her body.

The young man was already familiar with how she looked thanks to the countless times​ they’ve shared photos of their bodies through text, but he had never seen her in the flesh before and it was amazing to him. (Y/N) was wearing the most sexy set of matching purple underwear, his favorite color that he once told her. (Y/N) watched with hooded eyes as his own drowned in more lust than his pupils were already swimming in. Stiles licked his lips and the small action sent waves of desire straight to her pooling core.

(Y/N) was the first to break their trance as she brought her hand to the fancy flannel he was wearing for the date and began to unbutton it, she didn’t go as slow as Stiles did because she desperately wanted it off. The next thing she removed were his pants and they were finally in just their underwear together.

Stiles suddenly kneeled in front of her, surprising (Y/N) in the process, and pulled down her panties without saying anything. The second they were gone, the young man lifted one of her legs and hitched it over his shoulder. He looked up at her and placed tempting kisses on her stomach before licking her skin with his warm tongue, just like he’d promised earlier. Her body shuddered and she waited patiently as he trailed his tongue until it reached her core, already swiping up the slick folds. The small action alone made her hips twitch and she couldn’t control her moans when Stiles circled her swollen clit. He kept the motion going as he brought a finger up to tease her entrance. She whimpered of course and, the sound was so beautiful to him, he decided to give in. Stiles pushed two fingers inside of her, groaning at how tight she was, and gently pumped. It started out slow at first, but because of how responsive she was being as she moaned uncontrollably and her hips bucked continuously, Stiles decided to pick up his pace. (Y/N)’s eyes were shut as she concentrated on the pleasure and her core clenched around his fingers the second Stiles’ wrapped his lips around her nub and sucked furiously.

“F-Fuck, Stiles.” She moaned, knowing that her release was near. But, unfortunately for her, so did Stiles and he immediately pulled away.

Smirking up at the shocked glare he was receiving from her, Stiles licked her juices off of his lips and wiped his chin with the back of his hand. Normally, she would’ve been outraged to be denied of her orgasm but the way he looked right now took over her thoughts.

“I only want you cumming around my cock, tonight.” Stiles grinned, standing in front of her again and, before she could come up with a witty response, he yanked off his boxers. She was at a complete loss of words as she gawked at his delicious erection. The pulsing in her core increasing with unbelievable desire.

Stiles hitched her leg around his waist and positioned himself in front of her entrance, gazing into her eyes. Without breaking the contact, Stiles gently pushed his dick​ inside of her core and they both moaned at the new feeling. He desperately wanted to close his eyes, but wasn’t willing to take them off of hers as he thrusted. (Y/N)’s hands were settled on his back, the heel of her hitched leg digging into his ass to keep herself in place as one of his palms were flat out on the door and the other held her waist. The pleasure inside of her that was still around because Stiles was just eating her out tingled in (Y/N)’s body and, by the way she buzzed, she knew she’d be cumming soon.

Stiles increased his pace and the spring in her stomach coiled, indicating she was near. Her nails were digging into the skin of his back and Stiles would’ve winced if he wasn’t so turned on by how sexy she looked. Her eyes shut were and her head rested on the door as her unsteady breath let loud moans slip through. Stiles spread her legs more and began hitting her in a deeper and new angle, (Y/N)’s spring breaking as a result. Stiles immediately bit down on her shoulder, the feeling of her core clenching around him and her juices squirting on his cock too overwhelming.

But, he held onto his orgasm even though it was already knocking on the door. Stiles wanted this to last as long as possible and he actually managed to hold it. At this point, he was now pounding into her and (Y/N) whimpered at the extreme contact. Her body was still sensitive from releasing, but even though it was too much, she loved it.

Unclasping her bra, Stiles took it off and latched his lips onto her breast. His tongue flicking her nipple and caressing it. The second Stiles bit down on her perky bud and pulled, (Y/N) came for a second time tonight. And this time, Stiles allowed himself to as well. Her warmth clenched around him once again before his hips stuttered and he released hot cum inside of her, both moaning crazily. Their highs lasted longer than they’ve ever had and when the two were finally back in reality, Stiles stopped thrusting and placed a kiss on her lips.

“The way you annoy me every day drives me so fucking crazy, but you know what effects me more?” Stiles suddenly spoke up. “The way I smile at how you always put your milk in the bowl before your cereal or the way my heart beats faster whenever you laugh at something on your phone and time stops. But, most importantly, the way I feel like I’m flying everytime I’m around you.”

The words coming out of his mouth were making (Y/N)’s heart flutter so hard, she was sure it would eventually break her ribcage.

“Even though we bicker, I adore it because it reminds me of old married couples. And that’s exactly what I want us to be, a couple.” Stiles continued. “Because no matter how mad I get, I know that I’m deeply and irretrievably in love with you.”

“Stiles,” She smiled, looking at him with heart-eyes. “I love you, too.”

Stiles and (Y/N) have had countless fights in the time they’ve known each other. The two have shared millions of glares, angry shouts, eye-rolls, and fits of rage. But the thing was, they both loved each other in each and every one.

okay so I just feel the need to say why Brooklyn nine nine is the best show so strap yourselves in it’s gon be long 

 * first off, hella diverse cast 

 * and no “token” characters there just for the sake of diversity, each character has very different personalities from each other and represent the actual population

 * despite totally different personalities they are all really good friends and care about each other so much- each character’s relationship is different and I find that beautiful 

 * wE HAVE A BLACK GAY MAN IN THE HIGHEST POSITION OF POWER IN THE PRECINCT?? that’s so cool

 * amy santiago is never played off as “just Jake’s love interest/girlfriend” she has all her own plots and stories and is amazing and strong and the best

* healthy communication in amy and jakes relationship !!! making sure it doesn’t stop them from doing their job to the best of both their abilities !!! 

* Terry is a very macho “man’s” man but isn’t afraid to show his feelings and it’s real nice to see them show how being emotional doesn’t make you a weak man 

* the solidarity between the girls because we gotta stick together 

* “I met god” “what does she look like?” “Ethnically ambiguous" 

* constantly calling out the world for all it’s shit (homophobia, racism, gun laws, corruptness of the police, sexism, I cOULD GO ON) 

* and now the reason I decided to make this now: THEY JUST MADE A WHOLE EPISODE ABOUT HOW BULLSHIT RACIAL PROFILING IS 

* a show about cops still managed to find a way to talk about it bc they know it’s an important issue and did it in such an incredible way 

* showed two sides of dealing with the situation, holts plan and terrys, and neither were ideal, both would have backlash for Terry more than the dickhead who stopped him tbh

* and showing Jake doing hella suspicious shit and not getting stopped 

* oNCE AGAIN CALLING OUT THE WORLD FOR ITS SHIT 

* (but this time with a whole ep not just mentions bless) 

* also Jake and amy having to explain it all to Terry’s kids was v upsetting to see how scared they were at first that this would happen just because they were born as they were 

* AND mentions of transphobia and telling the twins it’s okay if they don’t identify as female, what other show would 

 this ain’t even everything it was just getting v long BASICALLY no show is as woke as brooklyn nine nine, it’s hella funny too with great plots and ships too if that’s what you look for and everyone should watch and @ fox if you don’t renew I will fight it is better than all other shows

Batfam Masterlist!

Batfam:


Bruce wayne/ Batman:


    Damian wayne/ Robin:

    • That Todd
      Damian’s beloved gets hurt in battle
    • Hardened exterior 
      Damian comforts you after a particularly rough day. 
    • Big day
      It’s soon to be your and Damians wedding anniversary, and you have a couple of surprises up your sleeve. 
    • I’ll surely have to repay you (Smut)
      Damian and you have fun with a particular lasso. 
    • I know
      Jealous Damian to the rescue. 
    • I mean more then a friend
      you tell damian you love him more then a friend. 
    • Back early
      Damian comes home earlier then expected. 
    • Warehouse (Smut)
      When You almost get injured during a mission, Damian just can’t hold back at home. 
    • Condition
      Damian finds out you’re ticklish. 
    • have you ever…you know…had sex with anyone?
      Damians cocky attitude has gotten him in a sticky situation, Dick to the rescue.
    • I might have come off as offencive
      A bad pairing for a project ends with feelings being confessed.
    • Trying
      After a long time of trying to get pregnant, you break from the thought of being unable to provide Damian a long desired family.
    • Kiss the girl
      Damian and you have an awkward date, but Jason and Dick to the rescue.
    • Wake up
      Damian comforts you after a nightmare.
    • Disgrace
      After a criminal flirts with you, Damian is forced to confess his feelings.
    • If What
      Damian is flabbergasted when you can understand what he said in Arabic. 
    • I hope you enjoyed yourself, beloved (Smut)
      Damian repays for his pleasure.
    • In all seriousness (Smut)
      Jealous Dami shows you who you belong to.
    • Foil Packet
      Bruce walks in on you and Damian in a heated moment, when he only presumed you to be friends.
    • Get it yourself (smut) [Part 2] [Part 3] [Final]
      Damian shows you who’s boss after you’re rude to him, but things take a different turn when your moodiness becomes much more.
    • Wherever he goes (smut)
      Damian makes love to you at the hotel on your honeymoon.
    • You look amazing (smut)
      After spending the day with you in a sexy robin costume, Damian needs to show you how he feels about it. 
    • Killing a fly
      Stepping out in Damian’s defence in front of mother Talia, things get heated between the women. 
    • Second least favorite 
      You and Jason are both fond of the same type of music, which means frequent jam sessions together. Making boyfriend Damian jealous. 
    • The weak get thrown to the dogs
      After killing his pregnant wife while brainwashed, Damian turns his sword on himself. 
    • Asked for
      After a while of begging, you finally meet his family.
    • Languages
      Dami and s/o speak to each other in the others mother tongue.
    • Money man
      The beginning of a beautiful friendship.
    • Reunited in death
      Damian is driven over the edge after the death of his beloved.
    • Distraction (Smut)
      Damian gets turned on by you chewing on your pencil, causing a small distraction from homework.
    • Little Dancer
      years after leaving the life of being Jokers dancer behind, it comes back to haunt you.
    • BOUNDARIES
      Damian’s s/o catches him masturbating by accident.
    • French girls
      Asking Damian to draw you like one of his french girls, causing a fit of laughter.
    • Time
      You and Damian travel to the future to meet an older version of you
    • Visiting Grandpa 
      Visiting grandpa Damian after not being able to visit for a while.
    • I’ll protect you
      After your dad gets put in jail, you feel as if you’re in danger.
    • That’s what fathers do
      Dad Damian gets out done in a pillow fight by the women in his life.
    • Ain’t no other man (Smut)
      Damian comes home early from a mission because you’re hanging out with Jon.
    • Never told us
      The family finds out that Damian has been dating someone for a while and hasn’t told them.
    • I can help
      Boss Damian has fallen for an employee but find out they’re being abused.
    • You live on
      Damian can’t cope with losing you in childbirth.
    • Pet Shop
      You have caught Damians interest, working at a pet shop, but it requires collaborative effort to get him to ask you out.
    • I’m not crying
      Damian mistakes your teary eyes for crying.
    • Is she going to make it
      A proposal turns into a fight for your life.
    • Fun with paint
      After getting paint on Damians face, the war is on.
    • It’s really you
      Searching for your best friend, a few years after he left the league.
    • Shadow people
      After a nearly lethal fight, you end up dating and getting engaged to the target.
    • Useful
      Your body image issues are getting to you, and Damian is there to make it all better.
    • If I knew (Smut)
      After a difficult patrol, Damian finally makes a move.
    • The battle
      Damian got annoyed with you, putting a stop on your sex life, but you’re not too fond of it.
    • Bring your child to work
      You meet the super sons for the first time, but the young Wayne boy doesn’t seem to impressed.
    • Why wasn’t I aware
      Damian finding out you have adamantium claws.
    • Lose my mind
      Exam season is taking a toll on you.
    • Same to you
      You and Damian realize that you’re both vigilantes.
    • Masks
      Trying something different to cheer up Damian.
    • Amnesia
      Damian doesn’t understand why he’s hurting but you seem to be fine.
    • Sorry doesn’t mean squat  
      Damian wants you to forgive him after he raises his voice at you.



    Jason Todd/ Red Hood:


    Dick Grayson/ Nightwing:

    • Energetic (Smut)
      Dick needs to rid himself of excess energy.
    • Coat
      Dick comforting you after a breakup.
    • What if I fuck up?
      Telling your brother Damian that you like Dick a bit more then you should.
    • Work sucks (Smut)
      After a rough day at work, Dick needs to blow off some steam
    • Treating you right (Feat. Jason)
      The boys are catching feelings, and you need to talk to them about it.
    • Screams
      As your baby gets hurt, Dick to the rescue. 

    Timothy Drake/ Red robin:


    General batfam:

    anonymous asked:

    Wishing I was spending my afternoon cuddling with Peter and watching Disney movies in a pillow fort. Cute nicknames and maybe a make out session would be lovely, sorry if that's too much but thank you for taking the time to either do this or read it. 💙

    a/n: you are soo sweet! im sorry if this wasn’t what you were expecting but I can’t even contact you bc anon but if you read this i really hope you like it

    Originally posted by hamilll

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    You sighed deeply, he was late again. Your fingers ceased their tapping on the table, getting up before leaving to go to your room. You and Peter were supposed to go out for ice cream and a movie. Usually, you wouldn’t get upset or frustrated with him because you knew he had a lot going on in his life but this was the third time he has done this. You checked your phone, reading the last text message he sent you.

    Be there in a few x

    That was over two hours ago. You closed the door to your room, dropping your head against the door frame.

    “Peter..” You mumbled in disappointment.

    “Yes?” You jumped up, grabbing the nearest object before turning around and aiming at the person who scared you. Spider-man himself was standing in your room, both of his hands up in surrender. You watched as a muscled arm reached behind his head to pull the mask off. You watched as your boyfriend’s hair bounced slightly from his actions. You lowered your arms, waiting for him to say something.

    “Were you really going to defend yourself with a lamp?” He attempted at a joke. You frowned further, setting the lamp back in it’s rightful place.

    “Are you really going to start sassing me after having me wait two hours for you?” You crossed your arms, hip jutting out slightly. An eyebrow raised and a frown etched into your features you watched Peter fumble for words. You felt your shoulders slump a little.

    “I’m sorry I was late. I was driving over here to come and pick you up for our date when I heard the sirens in a distance and gunshots and I know both you and Stark tell me to stay out of it and I really did want to, trust me Y/N I really wanted to but I just couldn’t bring myself to ignore people’s cries. i went to go text you but my phone died.” You watched as he reached for his phone in a pocket of his backpack. His fingers held down the power button before showing it to you. A picture of an empty battery popped on the screen for a few seconds before becoming pitch black again. You sighed, shaking your head.

    “I don’t blame you for doing that Peter, and I know I shouldn’t be mad but-”

    “You have every right to be mad at me. But I did stop at a few stores to make it up to you.” Peter motioned for you to sit at the foot of your bed. You contemplated your options. You didn’t want to be mad at him for helping other people but if he really wanted to be with you, he was going to have to make some sort of sacrifice. There are cops for a reason and you are pretty sure that they would have done their job. You don’t know if it was the exhaustion or the fact that he had a bruise by his cheek that you love to kiss so much but you decided to see what he had planned. He leaned over and kissed your forehead, whispering ‘thank you’. Whether he was thanking you for sitting down and giving him a chance or for not kicking him out would be left a mystery to you. He turned his attention to his backpack, ruffling the clothes and loose papers in there.

    “Don’t you think that if someone sees Spider-man with the same backpack as you it wouldn’t raise some questions?” You asked, trying to see over his shoulder as he reached almost elbow deep into the backpack.

    “No, a lot of people these days have black backpacks, if anything people can narrow it down to a high school student and even then it’s too broad.”

    “Not every teen has a “Stark Industries” patch on theirs though…or a captain america patch either. I think it’s a little obvious.” You retorted. Peter finally found what he was looking for. He pulled out three things from the bag. Your eyes focused on the objects held in his hand. “The Tonight Dough” (your favorite Ben and Jerry’s ice cream flavor), with another flavor balanced on top, and in the other hand he had small stack of Disney movies. You smiled when you saw the ice cream, immediately going for a pint. You went to open the lid until you realised that there were no spoons. You were about to ask if he had brought any by any chance until your eyes landed on him. He had two spoons held in his mouth.

    “Surprise.” He mumbled through them. You laughed a little, admiring how cute he was and how he never failed to make you smile. You grabbed the spoons from his mouth before rising to your knees, leaning over, and planting a kiss on his lips. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, scooting up the bed further. You heard a small thump on the floor before feeling his cold, glove-covered hand on your hips, indicating that he had probably dropped the other ice cream. His hand guided you over his lap, lips not daring to detach from yours. You moved your left hand to remove the movies from his hands before moving his hand to your hips. Peter leaned back until you were both lying on the bed. You swiped your tongue on the bottom of his lip, wanting to explore his mouth. His stomach rumbled, causing him to chuckle before pushing your head back with his lips and dropping his head back on the bed. You pouted a little, eyes glazing over his red and plump lips. He didn’t move either of you, using his web shooters to grab the other ice cream from the floor. You grabbed your mini tub and the spoons, handing Peter one.

    “What movie do you want to watch?” He asked, grabbing a few of the movies. He shuffled through the movies, naming each one until you picked one.

    “Didn’t we watch that last weekend?”

    “Well we can watch it again. The Little Mermaid never gets too old, Parker. Besides you don’t know half the songs so you can’t say anything.” You got up from the bed, putting on the movie in while Peter plugged his phone in. Peter half-sat half-jumped on the bed before outstretching his arm. You grabbed your spoon and ice cream before snuggling up to his side.

    Throughout the movie you and Peter continued to silently eat your ice cream, occasionally sharing with each other. You both had eventually finished the ice creams and opted to cuddle instead. You were slightly dozing off, missing some chunks of the movie at a time.

    “You still up, babe?” You heard Peter mumble, the sleep evident in his voice.

    “Mhm…” You replied, turning towards him. He had taken his suit off at some point during the night, finding some sweats and a t-shirt of his (which shouldn’t of been hard because you keep some of his spare clothes in your room in case anything happens where Spider-man is needed) before coming back to bed with you. You snuggled closer to him, wrapping an arm around his torso. You looked up at him, studying his features. Your eyes traveled to the same bruise you saw on his cheek earlier in the evening. You raised your hand up to his face, your fingers gingerly tracing the edges of it, scared that even the slightest pressure might cause him pain.

    “Flash.” He breathed. Your eyes focused on his. He had dark circles under his eyes, his lips set into a frown and you weren’t sure if it was from his tiredness or from the memory of Flash.

    “Peter you shouldn’t let him do that to you. You can defend yourself.” His gaze dropped from yours, only nodding in response. You stretched your neck slightly, pressing a gentle kiss on the bruise that had formed. He turned his head, pressing a kiss to your lips once more. He pulled you closer, before turning his head and reaching for the nightstand, turning the light off. You closed your eyes, resting your head on his chest. You listened to his heartbeat, finding it somewhat like a lullaby. His breathing was gentle, the light rocking of the rise and fall of his chest added a nice rhythm. You yawned, planting a kiss on his chest.

    “Goodnight, I love you.” You whispered.

    “I love you too.”

    instant gratification 2.5 (m)

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    ➾warnings: smut, pregnancy mention (as applies to IG2)

    ➾jk’s POV of IG2 as heavily requested!

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    This party sucks. 

    His phone screen is dark and it mocks him even as he pastes on a smile for the girl currently cuddling into his side. What was her name again? Ye Eun? Eunha? 

    Fuck if he knows.

    All he knows is that you’re not replying to his texts, and he needs to get drunk asap before he does something stupid like call you. The girl he currently has his arm around beckons to her friend from a distance away, and Jeongguk tries his best to keep his eyes off her tits in her low cut tube dress as she approaches with a giggle.

    “Jeongguk, right?” Girl number 2 sidles up to his unoccupied side and he immediately feels her breasts against his arm. They’re firm to the touch, which either means that they’re entirely fake, or that there’s enough padding in her bra for it to be a bulletproof vest.

    Either way, yours feel a million times better.

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    It’s Adam Parrish’s birthday and since he’s a character that has made me bite my fingernails and yell at the page and grin like an idiot and maybe even get a moist eye or two (this despite being spoiled to his ending), here are some of my favorite Adam moments in (I think) chronological order:

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    Hold On, I’m Coming (Part 7)

    Summary: You, Sam, Benny and Cas struggle with the aftermath of the fire and Dean’s fall. Bobby finally confronts you about your relationship.

    Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Reader

    Word Count: 2,800

    Warnings: injuries, difficulty breathing, panic, fear, hospitals, surgery, language… character death?

    Check out the Series Masterlist for previous parts!

    A/N: Hang in there, friends….

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    The Old College Try (Lin/Reader roommate AU)

    Summary: You spent the summer before your freshman year of college thinking your roommate was going to be a girl named Lin. When you get to campus, that’s not what you find.

    Part One: In which there are rooming assignment mishaps, salsa dancing, and Lunchables.  

    You can find Part Two here!

    You can find Part Three here!

    Note: Write-a-thon Day 1! This can probably stand alone, but I’m tentatively calling it Part 1 out of 3. College!Lin is hard to walk away from, and I have plans for him.

    Rating: T

    Words: 2803

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    World’s Best Dad (Part 3)

    Originally posted by sensitivehandsomeactionman

    Summary: Reader and Dean spend another evening together and think they’ve found a good thing with each other…

    World’s Best Dad Masterlist

    Pairing: single parent!Dean x kindergarten teacher!reader

    Word Count: 5,300ish

    Warnings: language

    A/N: All this sweet domestic fluff is going to be the death of me…


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    Say Hello to Tim Drake

    AN: I decided to start Valentine’s Day off with some soulmark AU love. I really like how relateable this reader is. I think that’s a draw. 

    Words: 826

    Part 1


        You wish you could see his eyes. You can’t help but feel as though they would tell you something; is he disappointed, excited, nervous? You pray that he isn’t disappointed. You can’t help but feel as though you’re plain looking, you’re not ugly, but not exactly pretty. Then there’s the anxiety. As your mind begins to go through all the possibilities, you can feel yourself getting worked up, as your breathing begins to quicken, until suddenly you’re in his arms.

        He’s sat down on the pavement, and pulled you into his lap. He’s cradling you gently, so that you don’t feel closed in; and from the way his arms wrap around you, the way they stay lax and still give you room,  you can tell he’s been where you are. As the adrenaline fades, you allow the first few sniffles to come, as your breathing begins to slow down and return to normal.

    His hand rubs your back, and that’s the first telltale sign for you. You don’t like people touching your back. It creeps you out, makes you squeal, and it’s just genuinely unpleasant. But with him, it feels good, relaxing almost. As you pull back, you wipe at your eyes and then wince.

    He notices, “You scraped your hands when you fell.” His voice sounds tired, but it’s smooth. Determined.

    “Yeah, not my most graceful moment.”

    He gives you a small smile, “Trust me, I’ve had my fair share of falls a lot worse than that.”

    You smile at each other in awkward silence, until he sticks out his hand and says, “Hi, I’m Red Robin, your soulmate, apparently.”

    You take his hand a bit nervously and shake it once, before saying, “I’m Y/N, college student.”

    He smiles, before letting go of your hand and pulling up the sleeve of his suit, you stare at your words there, before reaching out and allowing your fingers to skim over them. Then you realize what you’re doing and quickly pull back your hand, as the heat rises to your cheeks.

    His fingers grip your chin and turn your gaze towards him, “I wanted you to see them. That way when we meet in real life, you know it’s me.” You stare at him, and you fear the faint sound of police sirens. “Someone must have called the cops. It’s not safe for me to reveal everything here in the open.” You nod, a bit dumbly, He smiles again, “I’ll find you in a few days, and then we can meet for real. I’ll explain everything then.”

    Then with one last look, he’s gone, and the cops rush over. It’s a long night of filling out police reports before being escorted back to your dorm. The mortification you feel as everyone stares at you is enough to have you buried under your covers for the next twenty-four hours.

    You sleep, skip class, and do your absolute best to not think about the fact that Red Robin is your soulmate, or wonder how exactly he’s going to find you. You fail miserably at the last two. In fact, by the time the twenty-four hours are over, you’ve convinced yourself that he wants nothing to do with you, and that you’re going to die old and alone with three cats.

    At some point, you decide you need to move on. So you drag yourself out of bed, and to the dining hall. You load up on stuff that you KNOW isn’t good for you before making the trek to class.You do your best to focus on your professors, while trying not to dwell on the amount of work you’ll have to get done this weekend. By the time the day is over, you’re feeling more exhausted than you should.  

    In fact, you’re so exhausted that you nearly miss the gaggle of girls whispering. You peer around them to see what they’re staring at. It’s a good looking boy. He’s dressed in jeans and a long sleeve tee-shirt. He’s working on a laptop, and has a large cup of coffee with him.

    Then, as though he feels you staring, he looks up and makes eye contact. When he smiles you look away, and do your best to shuffle further into the dorm past the front desk, when all of a sudden you hear him say your name, “Y/N wait a minute.”

    You don’t want to, but you do, without meeting his eyes, you turn to face him. He stops in front of you, and you can feel the gaggle of girls looking at the two of you, “I’m Tim Drake, we met the other night.”

    You stare at him puzzled, until his scrunches both sleeves of his tee-shirt up, in the most nonchalant way you’ve ever seen, to reveal the same words, your words, from the other night. You stare at him for a minute and he only say grins and says, “Told you I’d find you.” 

    “Sanvers prompt. How sanvers went viral…..It’s National City Pride.  Alex has never been and Maggie is assigned uniformed duty for the parade. Alex attends with the superfriends.  She gets slightly jealous when the attendees flirt with the officer but maggie kisses her boldly in public.  Hoots hollers and social media attention ensues.” from @bacop150 and “Someone takes a picture of sanvers kissing at the parade and it goes viral? And suddenly everyone is wondering about the couple madly in love in the picture” from @survivingasafangirl and “I like the idea of maggie in uniform kissing alex openly at pride”  from @avidreaderffn


    It’s Alex’s first Pride.

    It’s Alex’s first Pride and she feels terrible.

    Terrible that she’s been put on shift, that she’s been put on uniformed duty for the parade. 

    Terrible that she can’t hold Alex’s hand the whole way through, Alex who’s marching with her sister and the rest of her family with National City’s version of New York’s Ali Forney Center. Which Maggie helped to start.

    She feels terrible, but she also feels a bit… relieved. 

    Relieved, because this is what her work in the NCPD has always been about: dismantling state oppression of queer communities, communities of color, and when they both collide in one person’s body.

    Relieved, because – despite the amount of tireless trainings she’s run and sensitivity exercises she’s conducted – she stands a better chance of making sure her colleagues stay in line if she’s on duty herself.

    So while her girlfriend marches, she stays stationary. Stationary, but not still.

    Stationary, but helping passing marchers remember to drink enough water.

    Stationary, but making sure her colleagues are truly there to protect the queers, not target the ones who refuse to conform, who can’t conform.

    Stationary, but grinning and telling disappointed half-naked women that she’s flattered, but she has a girlfriend, and she’s very happy with her.

    Stationary, but laughing as the women scream excitedly in response that she’s actually gay, the hot cop is gay, I told you, I told you, you owe me twenty bucks!

    She straightens her back and snaps her heels together slightly when her giddy, be-glittered soldier starts heading down the block Maggie’s stationed at, her little sister riding on Alex’s back, James walking backwards in front of them, laughing while he snaps photos, Adrian and Lena and Winn and some of the kids from the Center passing out condoms and dental dams and “I Am Real, and I Matter” stickers and sunglasses to parade-goers.

    Alex stops completely and Kara almost topples off of her when she notices Maggie, notices her girlfriend, in the uniform she’s never actually seen her in. Kara hears her sister’s heartbeat increase, and she scans for why. When she also notices Maggie, she giggles, and she hops off of Alex’s back. 

    “You have fun with your girlfriend, Alex,” she winks, and she skips off to join Winn and the others.

    As the gay gods would have it, the march pauses for cohesion just as Alex and their family is passing Maggie’s assigned intersection.

    She watches, breathless, still, as more women vie for Maggie’s attention. Jealousy, insecurity, bubbles up inside Alex – these women are wearing a lot less clothes than she is, they’re a lot hotter than she is, they’re probably a lot more fun than she is, they… – but Maggie? 

    Maggie has eyes only for her girlfriend.

    She excuses herself from the women, signals to her work partner that she’s shifting and he should take her position, and he nods all too knowingly.

    She strides right into the parade, right over to Alex – right into Alex’s arms – without once breaking eye contact with her, without once looking left or looking right or looking up or looking down.

    “Happy Pride, Alex Danvers,” she tells her when she’s holding the only woman she’s wanted to touch all day, all day, all day. 

    “Happy Pride, Detective Maggie Sawyer,” Alex grins, breathless, swooning from the heat of Maggie’s body, the shock of seeing her in uniform, the strength of her arms around her waist.

    “Can I kiss you?” Alex asks, unsure, because Maggie’s on the job and Maggie’s in uniform and there are all these people, but Maggie is answering with her body because suddenly her lips are on Alex’s and her hands are on Alex’s thighs and they barely register an excited roaring from the crowd – they barely register anything except each other’s smiles, except each other’s lips, except each other’s bodies – as Alex jumps up obediently and Maggie catches her easily, Alex’s legs wrapped around Maggie’s hips, hands under Maggie’s ponytail, kissing her so hard, so close, her uniform cap nearly falls off. 

    Alex grabs at it without missing a beat and puts it on her own head instead of Maggie’s, the crowd – and Kara, god, Kara – screaming even louder, now, so loudly that they realize, that they break apart and giggle, foreheads together for a moment before Maggie sets Alex down gently, breathlessly, happily.

    “I love you,” Maggie tells her like she’s never told her before, and Alex’s heart leaps like she’s never heard it before.

    “I love you back,” Alex tells her like she’s never admitted it before, and Maggie’s eyes brighten and dimples shine like she’s never known it before.

    James swears he has nothing to do with the photos – a good handful of photos, but the most popular is one of them making out, Alex in her arms, Maggie’s hat on Alex’s head – going viral.

    He swears it wasn’t him, that his Pulitzer Prize has nothing to do with their sudden internet fame, with Alex and Maggie becoming National City’s new favorite couple overnight.

    And it wasn’t James.

    It was people who didn’t know their names and people who didn’t know their story, but who know, from one look, from one photo, that these women are ride or die for each other; that these women could be in the dictionary next to love; that these women are each other’s sea and stars; that these women are hope.

    So all the stories that get spun on social media – about a girl with a criminal past and the cop who sets her straight (no pun intended); about a cop who’d lost all hope and the queer girl who’d helped her find it again; about childhood friends who drift apart because one becomes a cop and the other can’t stand what cops do to queer kids, finding a way back to each other through work, hard work, and trust, and leaps of faith, and love, god, so much love – are made up, are speculated, by people who don’t even know their names.

    Who don’t know about Maggie’s father or Alex’s sister or the way Maggie always loses at pool or the way Alex yanks fire alarms off the wall and throws them out instead of taking out the batteries.

    Who don’t know about the ways they’re in love – the ways they would die for each other and almost have – but National City decides that the exact details aren’t important.

    That the most important thing is the love in those photographs, and the love, the hope, the passion, they inspire.

    And Alex and Maggie, cuddled on their couch with ice coffee and barely any clothes and phones blowing up with the feed about #CopPrideKiss2k17, read the comments and read the articles and they laugh and they cry and they kiss and they snuggle and they stare at themselves, immortalized in photographs, because yes.

    Yes, they can see exactly what everyone is so excited about.

    Because their lifetime of firsts together – including, now, their first time going viral – is pretty damn spectacular after all.

    Okay I know we’re all very against Derek and Stiles ever breaking up, but hear me out: The Philadelphia Story AU, because there’s nothing I love more than assholes who realize they actually really love being assholes to each other, and find everyone else who can’t keep up with the assholeishness very boring.

    And frankly, the lack of Sterek fic based on old screwball comedies is a tragic crime against humanity. I’m filing an official complaint.

    So.

    The Hales are the obscenely wealthy family of socialites, and Derek is known publicly as the trouble child in the family after his explosive divorce from Stiles Stilinski, the scrappy son of the well-liked sheriff, known to be something of a smart-mouthed asshole. Pretty much all of the time. He’s prickly, most try to avoid him.

    They had a fiery romance full of snarking and barbs that cut far too deep, got married on a whim (to many raised eyebrows among the wealthy elites in town) and fought constantly until the day they divorced and parted for good. In the end, Stiles didn’t even want to settle anything through a lawyer, he just took his clothes, signed the papers with a not-so-passive aggressive flourish, and left in a huff.

    In the two years since, Derek has been working hard to fix his reputation for the sake of his family, who all got dragged into his fairly public drama. He’s got a nice job at the family company, he’s engaged to a nice woman named Jennifer, he’s got a nice car instead of the Camaro Stiles convinced him to buy so they could have sex in the back seat, and his life is just nice.

    And he’s happy, as long as he doesn’t think about it too deeply, because when that happens, he realizes he’s bored. But then Jennifer comes home and smiles at him, and he’s just happy and calm.

    They work well together for a number of reasons; he hates putting in time at the social clubs, Jennifer loves it and she’s good at it, and she knows he hates it so she handles it for him as much as possible. She loves remodeling, he likes to build things and spend time in his woodshop, finding ways to make her grand ideas come together–they’re a fun challenge. He likes quiet nights in, she’s a book critic and has no trouble spending hours in silence as she takes notes on her latest review.

    It’s infinitely more peaceful than his previous marriage, in which Stiles went to social clubs solely to mock them and take subtle digs at other members, fidgeted and made noise when Derek was trying to read until he eventually dragged him out to a bar, and complained about all the sawdust and constant renovations throughout the house and why are there no stairs today, Derek, I need to get to work.

    But best of all: Jennifer is handling all of the wedding planning, dealing with his family, friends, all of the social and decorating aspects. All Derek has to do is show up and say I do.

    (So, again, the exact opposite of his last wedding: eloping at the courthouse then both of them getting blackout drunk at a bar, and Stiles waking up with an untreated broken foot that needed surgery to correct.)

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    Writer In The Dark

    Hated hearing my name on the lips of a crowd
    Did my best to exist just for you

      It’s no joke that you love him and not in the way a friend would.

      He didn’t see you past that, because after all, he didn’t even see you in that way. You’re his best friend, nothing more, nothing less.

      You didn’t mind the people that we’re making a big deal out of your close friendship with him, as long as you knew the truth. But you were also the one who scrolled eagerly to the threads that shipped the both of you, the ones that said you were in a relationship with him, if anything, it made you happy and your heart warm.

      Harry rolled his eyes and shrugged, chuckling when he saw them.

      “They’re making news out of nothing.”

      You smiled, choking back a whimper and a frown, your hand running through your hair with the remaining strength present in your body at the moment.

      “Tell me ‘bout it.”

    Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark
    Now she’s gonna play and sing and lock you in her heart
    Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark

      Harry isn’t drunk out of his mind, just tipsy.

      There were different sides to him every time he is, each one being as entertaining than the other one, yet given his intake for tonight and good mood, he’s giggling.

      A happy type of drunkenness.

      “I found a balloon!”

      He rushed in front of you, the largest grin on his face you’ve ever seen with a birthday balloon in his grip, smiling giddily that his teeth were now grinding against his bottom lip.

      “Congrats Harry,” you smiled, ruffling his hair which he breathed deeply into, frowning which made you instantly ask what was going on.

      “I don’t want to lose the balloon.”

      “We don’t want that happening, don’t we?”

      He eagerly nodded, a worried look on his face as his gaze switched between you and his balloon.

      You gently took the ballon against his pleads from him for you not to let it go, assuring him that you wouldn’t and tied it twice his wrist, giving it a little space away from his wrist so that the strings wouldn’t hurt him, figuring you would just cut it when you drive him back to his house.

      His mouth widened, flicking his wrist back and forth only to know that the balloon isn’t going anywhere, laughing when it followed its movements.

      “Oh my god, thank you!”

      He squealed, crashing into you for a hug, making your heart instantly beat against your chest from the feelings, his touch slightly leaving you when he looked at you closely, a confused look on his face with his eyebrows furrowed, examining you slowly.

      Harry only laughed again, crashing his lips into yours for the first time, realization hitting you that he’s kissing you, the farthest you went near it is from your imagination and it’s happening at that moment, placing your hands on each side of his face and doing the same, smiling against his.

      You felt complete.

    I am my mother’s child, I’ll love you ‘til my breathing stops
    I’ll love you ‘til you call the cops on me

      Harry knows about what happened. He isn’t madly drunk, he’s just a bit tipsy.

      Yet what confused you is that he confronted that situation with such ease, laughing it off with no sign of awkwardness.

      He took it that there was no tension between the two of you and things are okay so he moved like it, not a single thing being changed in him but yet everything in you.

      “God, did I still take home that balloon?”

      That was all he asked in the fit of laughter to the point where there were tears leaking out of his eyes, up to the point where your heart slowly breaks at the end because you thought it would turn the both of you into something greater, the both of you being caught into something higher than what was going on before.

      But no, you’re wrong.

      It was the same treatment, every single day, every single second.

      You doubted yourself that you’re stupid for thinking that things would’ve changed, not until he called you in the middle of the night.

      “Hey, which do you think is better? A rose gold ring, a gold or a silver one?”

      “W-what?”

      You went immediately out of your sleepy state, sitting yourself up on your bed and putting the phone closer to your ear.

      “Just pick. I won’t tell why, just pick.”

    I still feel you, now and then
    Slow like pseudo-edephrine
    When you see me, will you say I’ve changed?

      “I’m getting married.”

      Harry smugly grinned, crossing his arms across his chest as he leaned on the door way of your front door, a blush on his cheeks and a dimpled closed smile.

      “What?”

      You weakly asked, pulling the door open so he could enter even though he already has a spare key but decided to jut use your doorbell instead, Harry going in before answering you in a sing-song voice.

      “I’m getting married. I proposed.”

      Your whole world stopped in a matter of time less than seconds, feeling the excessive weight you fought go back to your chest, this time being that it was heavier and hurts so much more.

      Harry’s getting married, unknown to everyone but you since you’re the first one he decided to tell this to, saving it up for later as a surprise for his family.

      He’s getting married to the girl you saw a few times before, two months prior to this day with all he said every time is that he feels “she’s really the one”.

      “And I want you to be the one who puts the Cord. Pair you up with Niall or something like that.”

      The Cord, of course you knew it. The symbol of a wedding to bind two people as one, and at the moment you knew you weren’t going to be put on the other side of it.

      “Of course. Congrats, Harry.”

      His eyebrows furrowed, looking up from the seat he was sat on.

      “Aren’t you happy for me?”

      You smiled the smile that you carried ever since the kiss, a hollow one filled with the slightest bit of emotion every time she’s given a mention, every time he’s given you a reason to.

      “Why wouldn’t I be?”

      Because I love you.

      Ever since that kiss, it’s been imprinted in your mind permanently. You found yourself being a lot more in love with Harry, how to see things in the brighter way that you never thought was possible.

      You even planned things ever since, for the future.

      “Because I know you enough that those aren’t tears of joy.”

      “But I’m still happy for you.”

      “No you’re not!”

      Harry emphasized the words, seconds being their interval in a loud voice since he hates when somebody lies to him.

      There was silence in the room, Harry already standing up and being in front of you who’s already a mess and it hasn’t been an hour since you knew.

      “How would I be when I’m not in her position?”

      Your voice cracked, your gaze far away as you did no effort to wipe away your tears, pinching your arm from the hurt while your hands are crossed across your chest.

      “What?”

      His voice was loud, a confused yet angry expression on his face, the vein being seen prominent on his neck as it took every sense of his self-control to not cuss you out.

      “I love you.”

      You said in a defeated tone, almost in a whisper that you felt your body giving up on you as you said it, truth after truth piling up that it was impossible to bear.

      You said it the first time in a situation and in a way you didn’t expect.

      It was filled with pity for yourself, the weakened tone of your voice adding to it as it sounded a lot more disappointed that you love him and on how he didn’t.

      On how you found it inevitable to not love him.

      “Fucking hell.”

      He gritted under his breath, marching out your door with his fists clenched, the infuriated look on his face not disappearing until he did from your house.

      You sat, more of in the act of sliding down the wall and into the floor, the thump hurting your bottom but it was just a minor prickle to what you’re feeling.

      It’s barely the intensity you’re feeling, so much to the point that it would be ashamed of being compared against the hurt in your heart.

      You breathed shakily, your fingers going stationary beside your sides.

      You closed your eyes shut in the hopes that it would bring back everything that it physically hurt, the breath of air coming out of your lips in an unstable manner.

      You put Harry first in everything and you felt everything end.

      You’re coming last.


    2 - https://pendantstyles.tumblr.com/post/162493497751/writer-in-the-dark-2

    Moonlight Reign (Ch. 2)

    A/N: It’s been a pretty hot minute since an update, but I hope you think it’s well worth the wait (also some inklings of romance should be embedded soon!)

    Originally posted by sugagifs

    Pairing: Mafia boss!Yoongi x reader

    Word Count: 4.1k

    Genre: Angst, fluff, possible future smut

    Summary: SOme things in this world are dangerous, and you, him, and the world that you once lived in that now belongs to him are just some of many you can’t be free from, but do you even want to be?



    Namjoon closed his eyes, not wanting to watch as you went down, your eyes closing while your body went limp in Hoseok’s arms, “Y/n!” Jungkook, who was beginning to sober up shouted as he went to your body, “What the fuck, Hobi?!”

    Hoseok, known for his nonchalant violence, shrugged, “She was threatening Namjoon,” Namjoon sighed as Jungkook scoffed.

    “Threatening?! He gripped her wound, she flipped out!” Jungkook yelled as Hoseok placed your body on the couch.

    “Hobi, you idiot,” Namjoon sighed, “Yoongi will freak out if we take some girl who patched up this drunk dumbass,” He gestured to Jungkook, “Let alone, how Jin will react if he finds out we knocked her out!” 

    Jin was a natural born pacifist with a firm belief that talking, even if restrained, beats force. This philosophy, made him Yoongi’s second in command at the company.

    Yoongi, on the other hand, was aggressive more than passive, but with a purpose. This purpose was why Bangtan became top, Yoongi always had purpose with each heavily calculated move, making him leader of the company and empire. 

    With Namjoon as his second in command for the underground, he knew he would be the most screwed if Yoongi found out he made this girl a problem, “Make her forget it,” Namjoon sighed.

    “Do I look like some Men In Black shit?” Jungkook slurred slightly.

    Hoseok rolled his eyes, “Give me the flask,” He ordered, looking toward his pocket packed with either vodka or moonshine.Jungkook was an alcohol lover, no doubt, despite the fact he was usually the discrete hitman, sent off to seduce both men and women only to end them, but as much he loved his job, he loved the alcohol in the flask a lot, “You owe me more,” He grumbled, handing over the vodka-filled flask.

    “Shut up,” Namjoon snapped as Hoseok poured the liquid into her mouth then closing both her mouth and the flask, “Now come on, Yoongi is going to be really annoyed.”

    Annoyed he was, Yoongi heard the story from the three men with a straight face and an occasionally raised brow, “So this is Jungkook’s fault?” He concluded as the younger nodded, “Well if you had not been so successful tonight with your jobs, I’d be pissed,” Jungkook noticeably relaxed, “Namjoon, have any of the girl you picked up found you by your first name? Have any of mine?” He shook his head, “Hobi, we get it you’re the drug guy,” Hoseok nodded as Yoongi heaved a sigh, “Well, let’s hope she believes that she got wasted, and Jungkook will convince her of that much.” The younger nodded again, “Namjoon, Hoseok, if you’re still suspicious, feel free to investigate, but as long as she provides free nursing to this accident prone idiot, I have no current issues, good fighter or not.” All three men nodded once more.

    —-

    You heard the door close and you immediately ran to the kitchen sink to spit out the vodka on your tongue. Hoseok hadn’t made sure you swallowed, a truly rookie move. This wasn’t the first attempt someone made to make you forget, and one of your bittersweet abilities was to find a way to remember, remember that Jungkook is a member of Bangtan and so was Taehyung, Jimin, Namjoon, and the unseen Hoseok. You had met Bangtan, well five of seven leaders, and now you had to hide from their eyes, from that world, because you don’t want to hold a controller to this game. 

    You dry heaved at the feeling of the alcohol on your taste buds, “Fuck!” You cursed as you watched your arm drip blood.

    They couldn’t at least patch you up? You had work tomorrow.

    You sat up straight as you heard the plan. You were to burn it all. You were to watch it all go into smithereens. It was upon the plan explanation that you realized all the people you would be leaving behind. All the people who raised you.

    “…Now we will have to get rid of everyone who knows your face, y/n-” Your uncle Byungjoo spoke.

    Byungjoo was the second hand man to your father, and he was a ruthless man. He loved nothing but money, hated everything but money. One exception, however, was your father, and he only loved you because your father did.

    “No.” You spoke out as your father stiffened and Byungjoo sighed.“Y/n, it’s for your safety.”

    “If you do it, I will throw myself into the fire,” You seethed and Byungjoo chuckled, assuming it was a joke, “I swear on the blood of my father and your wife, I will die with those people,” Byungjoo ceased his giggles.

    Your father took your death threats seriously. He may not have been loving, but he needed you to live, being you were his only child.“Y/n-”

    “Let it go, Byungjoo, they live, end of discussion.”

    The next morning was rough, to say the least.

    With a sense of deja vu, you woke up to the sound of banging on your door. Groggily, you got up, opening the door cautiously, only to find the last person you wanted to see, “Hey, y/n, are you okay? You drank-”

    “You’re a bad liar,” You shot Jungkook’s attempts down quickly as you walked towards your living room, leaving him to walk in and close the door, “I don’t drink,” You stated, sitting on your couch, turning on the news as he stood, dumbfounded, at the entrance of the closed door.

    Jungkook didn’t know what to do, or who you even were anymore. He was shaken to the core by the prospect of Yoongi having to punish him. He shuddered, praying you were nice enough to ignore you being knocked out and alcohol being shoved down your throat.

    “Wh-Why haven’t you called the cops?” He tripped over his words.

    You scoffed, “Don’t insult me, like I don’t know they work under your little group’s thumb.”

    “Y/n-”

    “I spit out the vodka,” You explained, “It was a shockingly tiny amount of chloroform, so waking up wasn’t rocket science.”

    Jungkook was speechless as he took notice of the news, “…Byungjoo was beaten severely outside an elite strip club, and he is still in Intensive Care. The last time we saw him was….” Jungkook took notice of the way you flinched.

    “Did you…” Your voice was now quiet, “This is some sick prelude to a prelude?!” Your voice grew angrier, “Then what the fuck is the finale?”Your eyes were slightly glossed over, betraying you. You always had a weak dam blocking tears. Jungkook softened a bit at how hurt you looked, while you internally slapped yourself, angry that you felt a pang in your chest for the heartless filth that was your uncle. 

    Jungkook froze again. His hazy memories of befriending and drinking with Byungjoo at the club slowly flowing back to him. A river of alcohol and strippers led the recollection. The night was beaten back into him by the sight of his faction of men giving Byungjoo the “warning”, but why did you care so much? “You know I can’t tell- Who is he to you?” Jungkook’s demeanor changed quickly and you could only stare.You two stared at each other for a while. You smacked yourself again for giving yourself away. 

    There was no way in hell Jungkook wasn’t beginning to piece together who you were, all because of your stupid big mouth. Let’s make friends with the cute douche next do you said. Idiot. Jungkook, however, felt like he struck gold. Bangtan has been looking for you since they took over, and finally their plans could kick into high gear. If his hunch is right, and if you are cooperative, everything could finally fall into place, Bangtan locked in as kings, highest influencers, permanently.

    “I have to go to work,” You stood up, “I think it’s best we stay away from each other.” Jungkook blinked for a moment only to begin sifting through your drawers, “Jungkook, stop!” You yelled, pulling him as he hit the wall next to him.

    You and him struggled with each other, gridlocked, “Are you the green haired little girl?” He asked and everything stopped for both of you.

    You humorlessly chuckled, “Wouldn’t I have killed you or your family by now?” You released your hold on his neck, “I’m going to work, steal whatever you want I guess.”

    As Jungkook heard the door slam, he called Yoongi, “What?” The gruff voice of his hyung came.“She remembers-”

    “What?! Are you fucking-”

    “She’s the green haired girl, I think,” Jungkook spoke as the line went dead, “I’m almost positive, she left me in her house and went to work, what do I-”

    Yoongi cooled the fire of his anger momentarily to register the information his dongsaeng administered. You, the girl who plays nurse to Jungkook, are the green haired psycho kid killer, the heiress to what was the biggest underground, and aboveground, empires. He smirked, excited to finally see who you grew up to be, and hungry for the answer to the question that could permanently seal him in as king.

    “Tell me where she works and her name, and you will put everything back after you’re done, don’t let her know what you’ve seen” He ordered, “We want her to sweat, we want her scared, and we need her.”

    —-

    You always hated rock, paper, scissors.It was the game that ⅔ of the time that made you the bar waitress. The girl who dotes on the tables surrounding the bar, a demographic of touchy sports fanatics and lonely people looking for anything to go home with. The tips may have been nice, but they certainly weren’t that nice.

    “Have fun,” Eunhwa, the owner of the locally famed restaurant spoke in my ear, “That guy is just sitting at a 8 person booth alone.” you grimaced as she took another very obvious look at the man, “Nevermind, I know who he is,” She sighed, looking at you, “God, you have grown, be careful today.” Your eyebrow quirked at her awkward shift in topic.

    Eunhwa was your nanny in a sense. She taught you how to poison people but she also read you bedtime stories each night. After it all burned, she gave you this job when she realized you were abandoned. These days, she would mostly just come to open everything up and then go home, leaving the day to her manager, the shitty sex-hungry woman that was Dohye. She didn’t really talk to you, you didn’t have the right parts to interest her, she did however butt in when a moderately good looking man had the unfortunate fate of catching her radar. Although she was still stunning at only 30 years old, she was a crazy possessive one night stand that made one into at least seven. 

    “Let go of me, please,” Byungyeol begged you with sorry eyes as you finally relented and released his torso from your arms with a trembling lip and a river that couldn’t stop from your eyes.

    “I can’t… You can’t… Please, stay with me. I’m so scared of being alone-” You sobbed into your hands as you both sat in a car outside of your new home with pseudo-parents for your school’s concerns next door. His hand on your head quieted you. 

    “I love you,” He whispered, kissing the top of your head,, “I rarely ever say it, but know that I do, my daughter,” He opened your door, “We will see each other again, I promise, give me three years and we’ll be together again, a normal family.” 

    Rat bastard. You internally seethed as you patted down your black shirt with The Rose Palace embroidered on it with an accompanying rose, pondering how to approach the only guy in the bar area. While it had been a few hours since opening, the regular area was flourishing with customers, but the bar was fairly vacant, leaving you to saunter over to the mysterious man- holy shit was he attractive.

    Yoongi sat, attentively waiting for the great y/n herself to take his order. He expected nothing much, seeing as you were a known hermit according to Jungkook, he didn’t expect much in your physique. He was told you were a strong-willed and smart-mouthed girl to Jungkook, so he expected some crappy service due to your sharp tongue slicing through your tip amount.Never in his life had Yoongi been so wrong.

    He didn’t expect to choke on the water that had been previously set out on the table upon seeing your face. In a word, you were stunning. He watched as you did rock, paper, scissors, and something about the way you pouted upon losing made his whole demeanor quiver a bit. Your bandage on your arm didn’t go unnoticed by him either, perfectly wrapped.Yoongi sighed, you were nothing but a puzzle piece as far as he was concerned, but the way you were shaped made him want to connect you to him, even if for one night. However, you still had the possibility of a wit to make his libido for you shrink, and that possibility went to shit when you introduced yourself as his waiter.

    “Hi, welcome to-” Your voice cracked somewhere between the welcome word, and so did your self-esteem a bit. Yoongi took notice of the very evident crack, stifling a chuckle, “I’m sorry you’re like really-uh I- drinks?” Your smile was nervous, and Yoongi’s lips perked up at your nervous nature.

    “I’ll be having some friends around soon, but I’ll go with just a water, for now, save my day drinking for later,” You giggled a bit, like an idiot as he ordered. You nodded, scribbling on the pad absentmindedly as you went to fetch the water.

    The moment you turned around, you hit the notepad on your face as you walked to the counter, “I’m such a dweeb, Ilhoon,” You stared at the drawing of a sloppy spiral on your notepad, “Can I get a water?”

    The bartender, a man about 30 years old, chuckled, “That was a nice spectacle there,” He stated as he got the water, “This always happen when a guy like that comes in, or almost any person really, it’s amazing how you can’t talk to customers.”

    “Fuck you,” You huffed, taking the water from him, placing it on a circular tray.“See? You stutter all innocently and like a submissive-oh, now I get it,” He smirked, “You like the domineering type, and they have you all-”

    “Fuck you.”

    Yoongi wanted to bang his head on the table, this was too sinfully good. He cursed his hearing as he heard the proceedings of your back and forth with the bartender. You were a submissive type, a kitten with sharp nails and a mean bite, and he found himself yearning to feel those claws on his back-

    God, he needed to get laid. It’s evidently been too long.

    He watched as you brought the water to him, placing it down with a slight tremor, “Let me try my little intro again,” You giggled, “Hi, welcome to The Rose Palace, my name is Y/n, and I will be your waitress today, how many are you expecting?” 

    Yoongi’s lips quirked at your bright smile, “Six more guys, that alright babydoll?”

    The nickname brought a heat to your cheeks that screamed you needed to get laid too, “Yeah, no problem, let me get the-”

    “Menus? Already got them, sweetie,” Your skin pricked at the nauseatingly sultry voice of Dohye, “Wow, I’ve never had seven men at once,” She purred, “But I can take this if you-”

    Yoongi’s eye twitched at the older woman trying to slide in his pants. He may have been depraved, but he certainly wasn’t that depraved.“I’m good, thanks,” The pure venom in your voice didn’t fall on deaf ears, but Yoongi’s, and he likes it.

    “Oh come on, what’s your name, cutie?”  She winked and you internally puked.

    “Uh, Yoongi,” He stated and he noticed as you tensed up, the name immediately recognized as the ever so famous leader of Bangtan.“No need to be shy-”

    “You know what, you can have it,” You stated, and Yoongi snapped his head to look up at you, only to see you making eye contact with the rest of his party, Jungkook leading the pack.

    Yoongi cursed, but refocused on the task at hand, and that was intimidation and forced compromise, not flirtation and consensual fornication, “No, I like my current waitress, thanks.” Dohye rolled her eyes at this and you felt your body freeze while she stalked off angrily.

    “Y/n, baby!” Taehyung’s outburst made Yoongi’s eye twitch. Did he just fantasize about someone Taehyung fucked? Gross.

    “Baby?” Your eyebrow quirked, and Yoongi internally sighed in relief, and as the guys settled in, your pretty smile was wiped from your face instantly, Hi, welcome to the-”

    “Vodka,” Jungkook winked at you, and you simply nodded, actually writing words now that all these cute guys have been demystified.

    “God, way to be rude, Kook,” A man, who seemed to be older, scolded.

    “Wanna know what’s rude? Hitting fresh stitches,” Jungkook shot and you scoffed.“So is scratching someone with the suture needle,” You reciprocated.

    “Oh, boss, we got another guest outside, shall I go fetch him?” Namjoon spoke up.Yoongi thought for a moment, “Take Hoseok and Jin, he can’t walk too well no?”

    Namjoom nodded and Hoseok, who waved in a sheepish way, and Jin, the pretty man bowed politely as they left the table.

    “No, no, she can’t see me,” The man outside begged Namjoon as he grabbed him, “I sold her out, she’ll kill me.”

    “You’ll be dead if you don’t go in there,” Namjoon seethed in his ear, “Now let’s go, old man.”

    “Ilhoon, get me a vodka and go, okay? Get everyone out, now,” He nodded, not bothering to ask questions as this kind of threat has presented itself many times before with mine and Eunhwa’s past, and he learned by now not to question you about yours. You were thankful Bangtan were currently the only customers, “Remember when my father came? This is even more dangerous.” He pressed a button that sent a light buzz to each waiter’s pager Eunhwa had us all carry for stuff like this, each buzz signaling who goes when.Watching your coworkers go one by one, Yoongi watching as well, you set the vodka down, slamming it down in front of Jungkook, “Anyone else?”

    “Go ahead boys, I think we can get us a family discount, right, Byungjoo?” You stopped as you turned towards Namjoon, who was holding a bruised and blood-stained shit-stain of an uncle, and for the first time in years, you saw red.Byungjoo flinched, “Y-y/n, please I-”

    “What is he shaking for? What’s she gonna do?” Hoseok scoffed, “I got her knocked out in two seconds.”

    Yoongi shook his head at Hoseok as he observed your body language, and he knew you wanted blood, but would you go as far to kill a family member.“She won’t kill her own family,” Taehyung guffawed.

    “Really?” You laughed humorlessly, “Uncle, how old was I when I first killed someone?”

    “E-Eight,” He spoke and Yoongi noted the sureness in his statement

    .“Who did I kill?” You asked, taking off the promotional button for the restaurant.

    “M-Mina,” He was sobbing by now.

    “She was my aunt,” You mused ripping the needle off the button. As soon as you did so, you made a running start for him.

    “Honey, maybe you should let up a bit,” Byungjoo mused as you yelped from the feeling of his wife’s heel digging into your stomach, “Byungyeol will kill you if he notices.”

    “What? Is our new little bug gonna tell on us?” She giggled, her face too beautiful for such an ugly woman.

    For as far as you could remember, Mina served as your caretaker, not by choice. She often used you as a foot stool or put out cigarettes on your arms just for a laugh. She hated you, she hated your skin, she hated your smile, so she destroyed as much as she could, and she filled you with rage. Your father was catching on to what would happen when he was out, and he seldom showed you concern, but he caught sight of you weakening, so he handed you a tiny butterfly knife and nodded at you.

    You didn’t understand what it meant until now.

    “My darling, she hasn’t done-

    “Exactly, she just sits there, like a fucking child!” She screamed at me.

    “She is a child!” Byungjoo yelled back to her.Now Byungjoo couldn’t care less as to whether or not you lived or died, but encased in Mina’s room was you, her, lights off, TV on, and almost definitely a camera that Byungyeol could see through, and Byungjoo knew so.

    “Children are too weak to liv-”

    “So childish of you, Mina,” The cold voice of your father sent a shudder down her back and you took a deep breath as her heel retracted from your body.

    “Yeolie, I-”

    “Byungjoo, you will not move,” Your father stated, “Y/n, use the present I gave you, and Mina, let’s see if you are going to let a child get the better of you.”

    “Th-This is ridiculous!” She stomped her foot down as I gathered the knife from my sock.

    “So is hurting my heiress because you didn’t age well,” Your father chuckled.That’s why.She hurt you all because you were young like some fucking witch?

    “Well?”  Mina inquired, “What a sad excuse of an heiress, I was eight when I killed my mother, and look at you, cowering there, shaking the sad excuse of a knife in your pathetic hand, do something, kill me, you little-”In that moment, you began to see red, and you dove at her, plunging the knife into as far up in her chest as you could reach, knocking her back into the armchair she was sitting in. Byungjoo sobbed as my father patted your head.

     Yoongi acted quickly, grabbing you by the waist after you landed on top of Byungjoo, sticking the pin in his shoulder to the hilt. Before you could do any more damage, you were hoisted off your uncle, landing a few good kicks into his shins before your breathing began to even.

    “What the fuck was the point in bringing him here?!” You screamed, still trying to go at him as Namjoon chuckled, ripping the pin out of Byungjoo’s shoulder while your uncle yelped.

    “We got big plans for your death anniversary, and we only need the missing family member for it. We were hoping your little reunion would wiggle out where he is,” Yoongi stated and you slowly began to laugh.

    “You want my father?” You cackled, “Tell me when you see him.”

    “You don’t know-” Jungkook began.

    “No, fuck face, I don’t, he could be dead for all I care, and he feels the same about me.”  You stated, “I’m a mafia kid before I’m his, you fucking idiots.”

    Yoongi stood, dumbfounded, and a little defeated. He didn’t factor in your own father not loving you since all signs pointed to that he did. Yoongi cursed himself for not factoring in such a possibility, a high one at that.

    “I’m the little shit green girl, congrats, but I’m a dead end, now let go of me, because I’m going to kill him,” You seethed and Yoongi clicked his tongue.

    “A dead end, huh?” He mused, “Fine, but we’ll be keeping you around.”

    “Excuse me?” You turned your head to look the leader in the face.“

    Congratulations, you’re hired as our new nurse-”

    “Fuck off.”Yoongi smirked, putting his mouth next to your ear, “I can get you thrown in prison, green girl, plaster your whole face across the media, and trust me, you won’t like the prison under my control,” He whispered and he noticed you stiffen.

    You nodded, not wanting to reunite with who was behind those bars, “I need to be paid, I can’t threaten this place’s safety,” You demanded and Yoongi conceded.

    “Very well, wouldn’t want anymore shows, babydoll,” Yoongi taunted you, “Namjoon, take him back to home base, him and I got business,” 

    You snarled at Byungjoo.“You’re dead if I see you,” You promised.

    Byungjoo only managed a sob as he was roughly pushed out. “Jungkook, Jin, take her home,” Yoongi ordered and both men nodded, standing up, “I have to get back to the office,” You scoffed at the sound of him maintaining his facade. “See you around, nurse,” He snickered, letting you go as your head spun at what you had just agreed to do.

    Memory Foam - Auston Matthews

    Originally posted by hockeyfanatique

    Note: This request made me smile with how cute it was, I love the idea of Auston Matthews being a cute, clingy drunk, which is what he’s interpreted as here! Send some requests if you enjoy, loves. I hope it was what you wanted, anon!

    Mentions: William Nylander, Mitch Marner

    Warnings: Mentions of intoxication, lots of fluff, lots of ass grabbing

    Requested: Yes | No

    Teaser: “Wow, this bed is so soft.” He mumbled, patting the ‘bed’ and attempting to fluff it, “Auston, baby, that’s my ass.”

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    In the Arms of Justice Epilogue (Cop!Bucky x reader)

    Characters: reader x Detective Barnes, Steve, Tony, Sharon, Natasha, OC Sarah and Maggie Rogers. (Most only mentioned)

    Summary: Reader is a witness to a crime, tying her to the investigation as well as the police involved. She never would have guessed how that one night would continue to change her life years later.

    Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF YA’LL. 

    Word Count: 1924

    Tags at the bottom. TAG LIST IS CLOSED, I’M SO SORRY.

    A/N: This is it, you guys. The end. I loved the ending of Part 22 but I had a lot of fluffy thoughts about their future so here you go. :) Gimme all your thoughts about this last part if you’ve got ‘em!! I love you guys to the moon and back!! <3

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    Originally posted by justcuchu

    18 Months Later

    “Please tell me this is the last of it,” you whined, huffing and puffing while climbing the stairs with a box in your arms. “Whose idea was it to live in a three-story walk-up anyway?”

    “Yours,” Bucky answered from behind you, a teasing tone in his voice while equally winded.

    “Excuse me? I do recall you were there for the whole apartment selection process, so you shoulder at least part of the blame,” you fired back jokingly, shifting the box to your left hip as you opened the apartment door that was left unlocked.

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    In The Movies (Evan Hansen x Reader)

    TW: smut, swearing, REALLY BADLY WRITTEN LOL RIP

    WORDS: 1,397

    Requested: yes!


    Friday nights in the Hansen house were dedicated to movies and cuddling. Heidi always had evening shifts at the hospital. Both you and Evan hated the thought of him being alone, so you started a tradition. The weekly ritual began with dinner (courtesy of the leftovers in Evan’s fridge), and continued into watching whatever movie ABC was broadcasting. Usually, movies like Frozen, Hoodwinked, or How To Train Your Dragon were what was played. But this faithful Friday evening, the broadcasters of ABC decided to play a movie that was rated R. 

               The movie started out fine. It was about two undercover cops. One was nerdy and played by the rules, and the other was ‘a wild card’. It was a standard action-comedy film. There were a few odd sex jokes here and there, but for the most part it was just explosives and a lot of boobs. As youou finally started to understand the plotline, the movie began to get a little… risky. Risky turned into PG-13, then PG-13 turned into a full-blown sex scene. The man in the movie was making out with his damsel in distress. His hands flown up to her top, flashing her boob-job bosoms. 

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