i swear to god i spent two days on this and it's still not working like i want it to

Give Me Polyamorous Power Couple Hamliza Or Give Me Death

~Eliza growing up having constant crushes on both men and women and trying to articulate what she wanted to Angelica but never being able to explain it the way she wanted

~When she’s in a relationship: “I want her” “But you’re dating Peter” “I want him too” “But you have to choose” “Why do I have to choose?” When she’s not in a relationship: “Ooh, Liza’s got a crush! Spill it!” “Well, there’s Arthur and his girlfriend, and Sally and her girlfriend, and Jason, and Mary…” “Whoa whoa whoa, slow down, how many crushes can you have?” “Shush, I’m not done”

~When she meets Alexander and quickly falls into her most serious relationship ever she expects the multiple crush thing to stop (Spoiler alert: it doesn’t)

~Eliza feels like a horrible girlfriend because she’s so happy with Alex but then Susan from work will start up a conversation with her in the break room and she’s instantly all heart eyes

~Tearfully she admits it to Alex one night and he’s thrilled because “no there’s nothing wrong with you I promise!!!! You’re just polyamorous!!!!”

~They spend the rest of the night talking about it

~Eliza needs some time to adjust since she’s spent so much time trying to push it aside that she doesn’t really know what else to do but Alex is very helpful

~The first time she tells him about Susan he’s instantly chanting ask her out over and over until she’s laughing and blushing at his antics

~Half a year later and Eliza is subtly sending Alex updates from her dates while he sends her multiple thumbs up emojis and does the same with his own

~She also sets up him and Angelica and when Angelica gets confused about it she’s like you need to stop sacrificing yourself, let yourself be happy

~They share embarrassing stories about him with each other

~He meets John and them after Eliza in this one and it’s all separately

~Hercules comes first because Eliza’s father invited them to a fancy dinner party and Alex needs a suit and since he’s not well educated on these things yet she comes along to help

~Hercules is instantly smitten with Alex and Alex is instantly 😍 because “Eliza look at him!!! He looks like a damn quarterback but he’s so sweet and gentle!!!!” “Either you ask him out or I will”

~Hercules not-so-subtly likes guiding Alex around even though he thinks he’s being smooth

~“Alex there was really no point for him to put his hands on your waist like that, he could’ve told you to just move to the side one step” “… Yeah but did you see how well they fit there he could probably lift me up so easily” “Wow you’re so easy” “Do I need to bring up that cute barista the other day” “pLEASE DO WE HAVE A DATE THIS WEEKEND”

~By the end of the time there Alex is going out to lunch with a pleased but confused Hercules and Eliza is eagerly awaiting every cute picture and text

~From then on he has to deal with both Eliza and Alex stealing his clothes but he can’t really fight since they both look so cute in his sweaters

~The rest come really quickly after that

~Lafayette meets Hercules before the others because they come in requesting a special dress to be made and Hercules is Gone

~“You… You want a dress with a full skirt… But when you pick at a stitch on it the dress falls down into a ball gown?” “Yes, exactly!” “Can I ask why?” “Why? Well, chéri, it’s because I must ensure that I always am prepared for any eventuality and at the top of that list is a need to always look beautiful but entirely unattainable. Oh, that reminds me! It needs to be floor length with my being in eight-inch heels, I have a pair with me so you can measure accurately” “Oh holy shit”

~It takes them exactly one weekend to be brought into the relationship (Alex sees them and instantly is stunned into silence, Eliza flirts and within two minutes they’re already co-conspirators)

~John is next and he struggles with his sexuality and anything that comes from it so he’s very much in the closet when they meet

~John and Alex immediately are best friends and Alex tries asking him out but John very quickly refuses him and Alex takes a step back

~The combined power of the four of them helps to bring John out of his shell even though he’s very shy about it all so they’re respectful and let him suggest everything and move their relationship forward in his own time

~The first time he asks to spend the night with all of them there’s a little fight over who gets to sleep next to him

~Eliza and Hercules win, Lafayette and Alex pout

~Aaron and Theodosia Burr AKA Theo, Eliza, and Lafayette kill and the rest of them are literally powerless against them

~Dates are really fun with them because now there’s enough people to go on group dates and everyone can have a supposed other instead of it being just the mess of them (They still do it as the whole of them, its just more fun to have the people think they’re all separate couples then watch as they get more affectionate as the night goes on)

~Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the Washingtons

~George favors Alex and Laf, Martha favors Eliza, Angelica, and Theo, George is platonic with John, Hercules, Aaron, and the girls, Martha is platonic with everyone but her girls and sometimes Alex and Lafayette (She likes showing off that she’s perfectly capable of stealing them away from him but is graciously letting them stay with him. George jokes back and tries to rally Laf and Alex to joke too but they need time to come back to that plane of existence)

~WEEKEND TRIPS AT MOUNT VERNON WITH EVERYONE

~Eliza and Alex get so many kisses and cuddles since they’re the heart of it all

~Alex dragging everyone outside to look at the stars

~Lots of hot chocolate when Alex drags them outside

~Lots of spiked hot chocolate when they think Martha isn’t looking

~She totally knows since John keeps giggling but she let’s them have fun

~THOMAS JEFFERSON

~Eliza starts flirting with him to bug Alex

~Eventually she starts flirting with him for Alex no matter what he says

~“Look at the tension good god” “Betsey I swear…”

~Eliza has a near constant stream of frustrated texts from George

~“Eliza I’m suffering” “What is it this time, dear?” “They’re arguing again and they look two seconds away from making out” “I’m working on it. Have patience” “I can’t have patience anymore I can’t have meetings because this happens in every one”

~All the hate sex

~All the Jeffmads+Alex hate sex (I would include Aaron but the frustrations are over Washington but Aaron knows why Alex is favored by him and has worked out his own balance with George so he’s not jealous)

~Alex pulls them into the dynamic and they finally understand

~George doesn’t mind them finding out, he’s just glad the tension is gone (Though he has cut more than a few work days short because he walked in on them fucking on his desk because Alex wanted to tease him and he can’t handle that so he just walks out)

~There’s multiple incidents where they try to tease Angelica but she is Not Having It and takes great joy in showing them why

~Angelica Schuyler is my queen she wouldn’t handle any bullshit from them

~MARIA REYNOLDS PROTECTION SQUAD

~Elizabeth “If you touch one hair on my girl’s head I will personally kick your ass from here to California don’t test me” Schuyler

~Obviously she moves in with them immediately and spends every night sleeping between Alex and Eliza

~When things become too much in the city Eliza and her take a trip down to Mount Vernon for a girls-only retreat

~Maria and John never start a romantic relationship but they hit it off very quickly since they’re both abuse survivors (Her with James, him with his father) and John is more healed than she is but there’s wounds he’s still licking and sometimes its nice to just spend the day in silence with someone who understands that company is more important than conversation

~Eliza and Alex creating a crazy huge family for themselves which has confusing interconnecting romantic and platonic relationships but they love it so much they can’t describe it

~Whenever anyone asks about it Alex shows them the graph he’s made for them all

~Everyone has a specific color and one poor soul asks why he chose those colors and spends the next 45 minutes listening to him talking about why each of his signifs was given that very color choice

Unexpected (Part 1)

An attempt to make Yoongi jealous goes too far – but his reaction is unexpected. 

Features V.

Warning: revenge sex, cream pie, sloppy seconds, cuckolding, multiple partners, dirty talk, humiliation, I guess this qualifies as angsty smut

Parts: 1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8 (final)  8.5 (bonus)

“Seriously, I’m trying to work here and I’m not in the mood for your shenanigans,”  Yoongi said,  waving you away from him while you were trying to kiss him.

Not in the mood for your shenanigans.  Those words rang in your ears and you could feel the heat rising to your face.  It had been quite a while since you and your boyfriend had been intimate, and this was the third time in a week that he had rejected your advances because he was too tired, too busy and not in the mood. 

“Yoongi, what is with you?  We haven’t had sex in almost three weeks and you’re always turning me down when I try. Are you sick of me or something?”

“Quit being dramatic.  I was traveling for two of those weeks.”

“So what that you were traveling?!  Normally, you are ready to jump on top of me the minute you get home from traveling, but you’ve been home for a week and there’s been nothing, absolutely nothing! Are you cheating on me?!” You could hear your voice rising with your frustration and anger.

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BunBun

|Pt1|Pt2 - Final part|

Summary:

So the truth is out but things don’t go as you thought and life takes an unexpected turn.

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Possibly mild angst depending how you look at it

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of hybrid mistreatment, smut, heat, Jungkook has a breeding kink

Word Count: 9640

Helpful vocab: Buck = Male Rabbit, Doe = Female Rabbit, Kitten(s) = Baby Rabbit(s)

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Shameless Imagines 2- You Mean so fucking much to me (Lip Imagine)

Paring: Lip x reader

Request: Could you do an imagine where the gallaghers and Mickey find out you self harm.

Description: You werent like the rest of your Milkovich family, you were weak and you just needed something that made you feel alive again. Everything was fine until they found out and the look on Mickeys face was more than heart crushing.

Warning: Mentions of selfharm, please read with caution. i love you all.

Words:1992

Originally posted by mickeyandmumbles


lip looked at you, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He didn’t understand how it got this bad, all he wanted to do was fix you, to put every fucking piece that your dad had broken back together.  

You two had been the only ones home in the Gallagher house and decide to have some fun, It had been a while. In the moment you had forgotten about the scars on your upper thigh and Lip was making his way down when he saw them. 

“Whats wrong baby?” you asked, looking at him. His eyes had become glossy and his face had gone pale, you still not realizing what he had seen. He shook his head not saying anything and told you he felt sick before running to the bathroom.

When he got to the bathroom he slid down the walls, so unsure of what he had just saw.He knew how bad things were at home and even with the love and support of Mandy and Mickey it wasn’t even to protect you from Terry and the horrible things he had done.

Lip felt horrible and useless, he couldn’t save you. Lip had protected you from so many things, people at school, creepy guys, Karen, all of it. But lip wasn’t enough to protect you from your own dad, no one was. 

After a few minutes he had returned from the bathroom making some bullshit excuse about food poisoning and how he just wanted to lay in bed with you, honestly you were perfectly okay with that. There was something about being held by Lip that made you feel like everything would be in life.

-

Over the next few days you had noticed that lip had been acting weird, he wanted to go where ever you were, constantly asking you whats on your mind or if you were okay, being more loving and gentile than he normally had been. You had gone home to spend some girl time with your big sister Mandy. You two had been best friends since you were little, Only being 2 years apart you both had so much in common and she was just easy to talk too. You had thought for a while about telling her how bad things had gotten. Even though Terry had once again been put in jail, things hadn’t calmed down for you yet. You had been having nightmares about him returning, about hitting you or hurting Mickey and him making you watch again. You had been so traumatized by one man and it made you feel so weak, and seeing the scars afterwords had made you feel even worse but you couldn’t stop, you needed release. 

You felt kind of numb lately, feeling like you were floating through life, feeling worthless and used. You had wanted to talk to lip about it, but you didn’t want to see the look on his face. When you cried he felt broken. When he had found you on the floor after Terry had left he left broken, whenever you weren’t okay he felt broken. You could see it in his eyes and you didnt want that. You didnt want him to worry, to cry, to feel like he wasn’t doing enough because he was doing more than enough, it was just a phase of pain and once it was over you would be okay again. Little did you know that he was already worrying, already beating himself up for not noticing earlier and he had spent an hour after you left crying.

The next day Lip had called Mickey, Ian and Mandy over to the Gallagher house, he wanted to talk about this and see what they should do. As Ian and you had been best friends since you were kids which led Mandy and Ian to be friends which led Ian and Mickey to become whatever the fuck they were and Mandy and Mickey being your older siblings, those were the people Lip called, the ones who loved you and cared about you,

The 5 of you had become really close, almost like your own little family and lip knew that they needed to help you.

“Whats going on Gallagher” Mickey said taking a seat at the dinning room table next to Ian as Mandy had sat on the other side of the two love birds and Lip had sat on end, making sure he could see the 3 of them.

“Its about y/n” Lip said but then was cut off by Mickey interrupting him.

“I swear to god if you got my sitter pregnant i will fucking kill you with my cold fucking hands” Lip laughed and nodded before explaining that him and you were always safe and you weren’t in fact pregnant which gained a “Better fucking not be” from the carrot boy.

“Me and Y/n were doing some things when I noticed marks on her thighs, both of them. Some were old and some were fresh. I don’t know what Terry has done to her as she hasn’t told me it all but he’s fucking broken her and we need to fix her before she pulls a fucking Monica and I lose the love of my life” Lip said, tears coming back in his eyes.

“You love her?” Mandy asked, a huge smiling coming onto her face.

“What the fuck are you trying to say Gallagher?” Mickey asked, hurting flashing through his voice. Ian grabbed his hand under the table and Mickey laced his fingers with the ginger boys right away.

“I think she’s self harming Mickey, I think living in that house when hes there is toxic for her. He’s ruining her. She isn’t the same. Her smile isn’t as bright and her laugh isn’t as loud. Her eyes don’t shine like they use to” He said., finally allowing tears to fall again.

Who would have though, Lip Gallagher crying, He wasn’t the crying type.He drank when sad emotions came up, but not this time. You were everything to him, his whole fucking world and he couldn’t live without you.

“Ask her to come over, we will talk to her. Tell her we are here.. Maybe she can stay with us for a little. Do everything we can for her” Ian suggested, earning a nod from both the Milkovich siblings.

“Thank you for caring about her, I believe you are the best for her” Mickey said. Mick was hurt that he never realized how much Terry had broken you, he wished he could have done more to protect you from the bastard but there wasn’t much anyone could do when it came to Terry.

You had received a text saying that Fiona had asked Lip to watch Liam and the house was empty and he wanted you to come over. You loved Liam a much as Lip did and when everything happened with Fiona and the drugs and stuff you and Lip had acted like his mom and dad until she had gotten released and you loved it. Since you were a little girl you dreamed about being a parent and being a loving supporting mom, so different than both of your parents. That was your goal in life.

You and lip had talked about it once, saying that he felt the same. He then started talking the big house on the north side that you two would have with your kids and everything you had ever wanted. Thats when you fell so fucking hard for you. He was everything you had ever wanted and nothing could ever change that. 

When you walked in the back door of the Gallagher house you were confused to see Mandy, Lip, Ian and Mickey sitting at the table.

“Whats going on? You said we were babysitting while Monica was working an extra few hours?” You asked as you slipped off your coat and shoes, sitting down on lips lap. His arms went straight to you waist pulling you as close as possible.

“Baby we need to talk to you..” Lip whispered. He didn’t want to cry but you could hear his voice break and it caused you to worry. You stood up eyeing them all. 

“About?” You asked, something was definitely going on and you were scared. Was Terry out? What the fuck was going on?

“We know Y/n” Ian said, looking at you.

“About the cutting babygirl” Lip said turning to you, his eyes extremely glossy and his voice Breaking once again. Who knew one whole fucking sentence could make your whole world crash.

‘Guys please, its not a big deal and I don’t feel the need to talk about this with you. Im fine, its fine now drop it” You said, not letting your voice show the ashamed and sad feelings you felt deep down.

“Sis, we know he was the worst to you, we know you still have the night terrors, we know how broken you feel. Ive tired so many fucking times for him to leave you alone. Watching what he does to you breaks my fucking heart. But me and Lip and Ian, we are gonna protect you. We are gonna save you from him. He hasn’t broken you yet and we wont let him. We love you so fucking much Y/n and you have to stop please” Mickey said, his eyes becoming glossy. The face he made broke your heart.

“Mick.. Please don’t look at me like that. Im fine” You said, trying to make you believe him when you didn’t even believe yourself.

“No you aren’t Y/F/n, you aren’t fine and you need to stop! Do you understand that I cant lose you? How can we get married and have a family if you are dead!? I love you so fucking much and I wont let you do this to yourself anymore. Do you understand? You are worth so much more than that fucking asshole and I refuse to stand and watch you let him win!” Lip said, raising his voice at some point. You started crying, saying sorry over and over and you walked into lips arms, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and one around your head, him placing his hand on the top of you head. He started crying a little too, kissing the top of your head.

Him saying this to you, it made you feel alive again, like when you closed your eyes you saw a future again instead on nothing. You realized that as soon as you and Lip got out you’d be okay. You made a promise to your boyfriend and the family around you that you’d do anything to try and stop and that you loved him.

After everyone had stopped feeling emotional and had calmed down, Mickey had told you that all of them thought it was best to stay at the Gallaghers, still having a room of your own in your house but none of them wanted you to be there when Terry got out. As Ian basically lived at the Milkovich house and Carl was gone to military school and Frank not allowed in the house you had Fiona room to yourself while fiona had Franks room and you couldn’t have to cram into Lips old small bed anymore. You loved the idea of waking up to the love of your life every morning and that lip would be there when you needed him even more than normal.

a month later things were slowly getting better, You hadn’t cut in 3 weeks, the night terrors didn’t come every night like they did at the beginning but when they did lip held you and kissed you and stayed up for a while after you slept to make sure they didn’t happen. You weren’t fixed, it was a slow process but you didn’t feel as broken as you did the night they had told you that they knew. You were so happy they had did what they did, they saved you that night. You couldn’t be more grateful for everything they did for you, they were all family and that would never change.

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sanvers + kisscam au

alex danvers is bored. which on a date on a friday night? nothing new to her. she continuously tried and tried before and it never felt right, but with kara in the happiest relationship she’s ever been in with james, alex feels this need to try one more time. to maybe hope to excel at this one last time.

it’s going about as well as it did the last time she had tried this. horribly.

so far internet dating has resulted int four of terrible dates. two she left before they could even hit the first hour, this one she promised she would at least try and stop to enjoy it. 

yet, it hasn’t been working. alex feels like she would rather her drown herself, physically in the beer in her hand than continue to sit here and drink it and pretend that she’s enjoying the guy’s arm around her shoulder, or his stupid scruffy face or god, the way he keeps shushing her when she goes to say something. 

this baseball game would be much more enjoyable if she were allowed to have an opinion, but this guy hasn’t once asked if she even knew the teams, or anything about the game, he just assumed she hadn’t. assumed she was oblivious and stupid, and so inherently female that she didn’t understand a simple game.

a game she played as a kid herself, when she wasn’t surfing. a game she gets to play sometimes with kara on a larger scale when they hit up the desert and they see how far she can hit it. 

( not how hard, kara! how far. )

and boy is this grinding on her nerds. she goes to speak once more but the just a second babe. gives her enough response to decide that within the next inning she was going to excuse herself, and leave. she was just waiting for an acceptable moment. 

there’s a lull in the game, and alex thinks this might be her moment. josh, the idiot she decided to go out with tonight, has turned to some guy next to her, and has spent three minutes ( she knows she’s counted on her watch - deo grade and all. ) talking to him about the third baseman. 

her eyes dart up to the large screen, she thinks it was more out of a small habit of trying to find somewhere to look, that wasn’t leaning closer to his horrible breath, but when she does she gasps.

a large intake of breath happens, and she’s not even sure that that she’s seeing correctly until people are cheering and she can feel the pit of dread in her stomach. it settles like a bad night with too much alcohol. 

national city’s kisscam! in bright big letters that alex danvers thinks about smashing into little itty bitty pieces.

she turns to josh because she expects - even though the screen shows differently - that he’d be waiting for her to well, kiss him. but he’s not, he’s still engaged in whatever stupid conversation he was having, his arm wasn’t even around her anymore she was completely disentangled form him. and though she should be grateful right now she’s mostly mortified and annoyed.

for fucks sake.

“josh.”

one achingly long beat.

“josh.”

another beat.

“josh!”

a sharp intake of breath.

“jos-”

“babe, listen, give me like five fucking minutes and we’ll go get something to eat alright? chill out.”

he didn’t even turn around, or stop talking to the other oblivious and clearly there by himself idiot.

she’s about to handle this alex danvers style. with finesse. with anger. with god damn pride, and stride off camera. 

she blindly reaches for her jacket behind her when she feels a tap next to her.

she goes to snap. she goes to say what the hell do you want? she goes to say anything but instead, she lays eyes on the most beautiful woman she has ever seen. with the softest eyes, and a large and nervous grin. and alex swears that her stomach both swooped and got butterflies at the same time.

no way.

she doesn’t even realize that the other woman is talking, until she realizes that she’s waiting for a response.

“what?”

instead of an explanation she gets a laugh and the other woman must have made an executive decision. one because she would guess later, the camera was going to move very soon if she didn’t.

it takes literally three whole seconds for her to realize the woman is kissing her.

before she can even realize what’s happening her hand is reaching out to fit along the jaw of the other woman. the mystery woman. trying to pull her closer.

she mentally makes a list of the first three things that can come to her mind clearly. 

one. she’s kissing a woman, a woman!! 

two. said woman’s kiss has to be the best kiss she’s ever gotten in like forever. possibly in the entirety of her whole dating life. possibly in the next forever as well. she may never get kissed this well again.

 three. the crowd is cheering, the world is moving on, somewhere behind her she hears josh’s loud what the fuck! but none of that matters because three, oh three. this woman has the softest lips alex has ever kissed and she doesn’t want to stop.

she unfortunately does though. only when said woman pulls away, dimple worthy grin on her face, glancing behind alex with a flush.

alex is dazed, and confused, and so, so, so wanting to kissing her again, which is confusing, but very much an impulse she’d give into. 

but she’s enough put together that she knows to glance behind where ever the other woman’s gaze is. it turns out its on josh, who’s stomping his way through the aisle. throwing things as he goes. screaming still. and alex can’t help but laugh loudly.

“oh.”

“yeah, oh. you were pretty into that for a straight girl.”

“um -” alex feels her face heating up and she doesnt know what to say, how to move, to say she’s not gay. because she’s not right?

“i see. how about this…” the brunette raises an eyebrow and alex feels herself listening even closer.

“i’m maggie. maggie sawyer. i’m ncpd outside of this bad atmosphere.”

alex tries not to look so disappointed as to where that sentence went.

“i’m alex danvers. alex. i work - um, well, i’m a bio-engineer.” 

real smooth, she thinks to herself. she’s never stuttered so easily over that.

“well miss bioengineer who is clearly straight, and in no way gay, whatsoever. how about since my very, very gay date stood me up, and yours seems to be a massive prick, we get out of here and grab something to eat? i know this great place that has veggie burgers and -”

“oh my god, gross.”

“if you had let me finish, and normal ones if you’re going to need that in your system. and we can ignore all of everything else and maybe just get to know each other? on our very, very, very not gay date. hm?”

alex feels her face heat up again, and she can’t help but nod.

“you’re buying.”

“i just saved your ass from city wide humiliation on screen and i have to buy dinner! preposterous.” 

“you said your date stood you up, i think you’ll be okay.”

alex is feeling brave, and bold, and butterflies floating in her stomach, and suddenly somewhere it hits her that this is what she wanted out of this date. and maybe, she’ll panic about that later. right now she could really use some food.

“fine then. come on you sneaky little punk who probably makes more than on her what i’m assuming is a scientist salary. let’s get you some food.”

( alex does have a gay panic. she has a panic so hard that she panics in front of maggie, because that’s where she accidentally slept over watching bad netflix.  it takes alex a whole three days to come to terms with it. it takes alex and maggie three weeks to admit their dating. )

( it only took them two years to get engaged. at that same baseball stadium, and maggie was nothing if not thorough, and she made sure, that the proposal ended up on the big screen. as a reminder of how they met. )

( alex decides maybe she wont smash the words national city’s kisscam! after all. )

Shit I Pulled As A Teenager - Part 1

Since my high school tales have gotten popular I figured I’d tell you the stuff I got up to in my teen years , in school and outside of it.

Hope this entertains you !

These all take place from the ages of 13 to 19 ~


13


- Spent a whole day wandering around town looking for intriguing lost things that June , best thing I found was an ominous note that read “ It awaits your presence at midnight , Emma ”


- Upon learning an old town hall was getting closed down , I snuck in before it got boarded up and stole every pen and piece of stray paper in the place , and I also managed to steal sodas from the cafeteria , which had been pretty cleaned out but there’s always something left behind before a building is abandoned

I never got caught , despite all the pens literally saying “ Town Hall ” on them

- Snuck into the family storage shed occasionally to rummage through boxes looking for items that were once my mother’s, because my dad wouldn’t let me have much of hers so I liberated my favorite things and he’d just assume that he gave them to me


- Somehow managed to put back together a broken satellite tv remote so well that it actually worked better

- The first day of seventh grade we were told that we weren’t allowed snacks in class.

The SECOND day I started a black market for snacks and succeeded in running it for the next few years until my graduation as a senior ( my middle school and high school and the junior high were all held in the same buildings on the same campus and it’s still that way now )


- Was forced to join a church youth group and proceeded to do my best to get thrown out of both the group and the church

“ How many apostles did Jesus have ?”

“ Oh you mean his gay boyfriends? Like 12? ”

“ AUBREY YOU CAN’T SAY THAT ”

“ Oh I’m sorry was Jesus in the closet?”

“ You mean Jesus had wine blood? How wasted was he ? Was Peter his designated walk home buddy ? ”

“ Y'all ever heard of science ? There’s no way that Adam and Eve were real , women aren’t made from rib bones . This reeks of old school pothead fever dreams ”

“ YOU DARE QUESTION THE BIBLE ”

“ Well yeah ???? It was ‘written’ centuries ago and we don’t even have proof the authors actually existed ? And where’s the original oldest copy ? Huh?”


“ You can’t question the word of God! The book of Mormon is sacred!”

“ The book of Mormon was written by a white man who was an active con artist and nobody can verify how he wrote it because he claimed a magic pair of tools channeled God and told him what to write. ”

My efforts to be the heathen were in vain and only resulted in the church trying to save my soul


14
- Started a small cult of nature loving kids and we studied nature magic and convinced elderly people we were witches


- Found a secret hidden room in my school that had two vending machines in it , and they would give free drinks and candy ? I’m convinced I slipped into a pocket reality or something , but it meant I always had a convient hiding spot complete with free snacks

For some reason no one else knew where it was???? It was located just off this little staircase by the gyms , and the room looked straight out of a video game I mean ….

The walls were concrete and graffitied and had this weird off-yellow color to them, one wall looked like it once was a cafeteria order window but it was boarded up so now the counter was just this weird shelf

And the vending machines were always lit up all bright and cheery but gave off this slightly eldritch feeling red glow, and never ran out of anything ???


There was also ALWAYS change in the change returns and one of them would eerily start spitting out dollar bills and coins ( but strangely only when I needed money ???)


There were exactly three chairs in the room, one of which had my name painted on it crypticly ( freaked me the fuck out but I was also hella curious so I kept coming back ) and the others were blank as though the destined students hadn’t yet arrived

I went to that room that I nicknamed The Alter Room every chance I got and there was always some new little detail to notice ????????


New graffiti , different candy in the machine , the chairs had moved , etc.


I keep meaning to base a novel around this weird occurrence in my youth but I don’t know who’d read it ….


Eventually I brought close friends into the room ( half because I wanted to see if the two unclaimed chairs changed ) but I swear that even with more of us going in it was like our own Room of Requirement , the teachers couldn’t find it


They remodeled the whole campus in my senior year, and The Alter Room just went up in smoke the day before construction started . I asked around but none of the workers had seen a room that matched the description.


To this day I am convinced I’ll find The Alter Room again , it’s out there waiting for me and its two other chosen ones

-Smuggled books into my Seminary class and blatantly read them instead of the religious stuff

- Called out my Seminary teacher for not teaching the important roles of women in the religious texts and for sexism

“ And then the whore,Mary Magdalene -”

“ Excuse me but it’s the twenty first century why are you slut shaming my girl Mary ? ”

“Don’t use the word slut in here! ”

“ Then don’t call her a whore! She had sex outside of marriage that’s all , and even if she WAS a sex worker or was super into sex, why do YOU get to judge that? Mr.Davis you’ve got six kids and another on the way , five of your kids are girls ! Would you call your baby girl a slut ? I mean you enjoy hookups , clearly , maybe you’re the slut here. ”


- amazed gasps from class -

“ Mary Magdalene was - ”

“ SHE WAS GOOD ENOUGH FOR JESUS SO SHUT UP ”

I got kicked out of class but hey it was worth it


15

- Convinced my biology teacher to keep a baby bat as a pet ( we found it stuck in a chimney poor baby ) , we named him Bruce Wayne and the whole class loved him he was our smol friend

Eventually we let Bruce go into the wild but we had a blast raising him and learned a lot about bats


- Wrote a short story with a plot twist so shocking that my English teacher ( who was also the principal) claimed to need therapy

- The Dragonlance Fiasco * ( which resulted in a three hour manhunt and my narrowly escaping being thrown into a mental hospital )

- I stole pudding . Like , a LOT of pudding. The cafeteria had lots of pudding cups and I knew the back entrance to the kitchen so when the school closed for the day I just…..swiped a few .
Nobody caught on , apparently they would just throw out unused pudding at the end of the week anyway so I was just liberating pudding

I sold it out of my locker for like a dollar each I made good money


Anyway it’s now about 2 am here so I’m gonna sleep and try not to think of the vaguely disturbing Alter Room

Playbook - Jughead Jones x Reader

A longer one my dear readers - 1,900+ words. Hope you’re enjoying my little Riverdale fics ! ☺️

Warning : Swearing

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Jughead

“I am an acquired taste. You don’t like me? Get some taste.”

That was the first thing I had heard her say. Practically spitting into Cheryl’s face. That’s when I first spoke to her, but it wasn’t the first time I had noticed her - she was like me. Carrying around a laptop and paying way too much attention in English classes.

Upon approaching her and admiring her rebellion, she revealed to know my name but I ever found out how however it made me smile the tiniest smile in a long time.

We became good friends after that, working on the blue and gold together and becoming close enough that we were so often mistaken as a couple that the two of us didn’t even correct people anymore, it was like an unspoken agreement. That was until Reggie Mantle come onto the scene.

The hot shot captain of the football team. The backstabbing man whore.

She was almost an hour late to Pops again when she finally walked in, without her laptop non the less almost as if she had forgotten our plans. Again. “Where have you been?”

“I was tutoring Reggie again…” she seemed quiet at my sudden outburst.

“You were meant to be helping me, or does our work mean nothing now?” I spat, furious that he was taking the only girl that I particularly cared for away,

“Of course it does, Jughead, and you know that!” with each word she seemed to get more upset, “I was just helping.”

“Whatever.”

“God, Jug, you’re not my boyfriend what does it matter that I was being a friend to someone.” At the reminder that we weren’t all I really wanted us to be my heart broke a little.

“A friend to someone who will use you. Who will break you. You will end up just another name in that god damn playbook. Just another score for Reggie fucking Mantle.” I grew angrier, staring at her as tears filled her eyes a little more,

“How dare you. He isn’t like that, he is just a friend.”

“We are just friends.”
“What is that meant to mean?”

“We were just friends. Working together and now what are we? When did we stop correcting people over what we are? Answer me this, (y/n), what are we to you?” She stood in silence for a moment staring at me blankly,

“I don’t know.”

“And what are you and Reggie?”
“Just friends.” she said, barely above a whisper.

“So Reggie and you get a label and we don’t?” My voice broke a little as I tried to scoff but I felt my eyes glass over,

“I said I don’t know what we are.”
“And what do you want us to be?”
“I don’t know” she looked down at her hands beneath the table, shaking a little,

“You don’t know much apparently.” Her head snapped up in shock suspended in a stunned silence, tears finally rolling down her cheeks,

“goodbye, Jughead.” she mumbled, standing and leaving yet I didn’t call after her, I just stared at her empty spot.

“Jughead, you need to see this.”

Veronica and the others piled into the common area, I tired to push past them but to no avail, forcing me to sit on one of the couches with serious looks on their faces. “What? Because I am really not in the mood today.”

“It’s (y/n), Jughead.” I flinched minutely at Archie’s words.

“What about her?” they glanced between each other nervously before Kevin opened his mouth,

“She’s in the playbook.” My heart seemed to stop at them words. My (y/n) was in Reggie fucking Mantels playbook.

“Who’s name.” I asked, my teeth gritted,

“Reggie’s.” Veronica spoke carefully, “Last night, 8 points for…”

“For what?” I became more demanding, clenching my fists and staring at no one in particular,

“For the freaks unstable girlfriend.” Archie was the only one able to say it and at last I exploded, standing up suddenly my head felt dizzy. Then she walked in. we all turned to look at her and as her eyes met mine, she teared up herself. But what could I do. I wasn’t her boyfriend.

“Don’t talk to me. Again” I seemed to growl as I stormed past her, knocking her to one side and not caring to look back.

You

You looked over at the group and slowly approached them. They weren’t welcoming as normal. “Whatever you know is a lie. I swear it.”

“Then how do you explain your 8 points?” Betty seemed on edge but then she had never liked you and Jughead being close.

“Nothing happened between me and Reggie! Last night, he came to my house to work on some English he needed help on and we got carried away with some extract. Before I knew it I was late and I went straight to Jug but he blew me off like I had done something wrong - he wouldn’t believe me! He was asking me all these questions I couldn’t deal with and I left. I found Reggie nearby and he offered to walk me home and that’s when he tried to kiss me. I pushed him away telling him no and then that was it. We walked home and end of. Nothing happened.” You were almost in tears by the end as Veronica moved up to make space for you and you collapsed into her side. “The playbook is lying because half the football team hate Jughead and you know it, especially you, Archie.” Veronica rubbed your back lightly,

“Oh sweetie, we’re so sorry.” she murmured in your ear,

“God, I should have known It was a joke.” Archie looked more guilty than ever, “You need to go and find him, (y/n). You’re the only one that can talk to him when he is like this.

"No, Archie. I caused this and now he doesn’t want me.”

“No, we caused this. Reggie caused this and when I see that prick I wont be able to help but punch him.” Archie rested his hand on your knee gently.

“We will help you find him…”
“He will be in the English rooms. I know he will.” you interrupted Kevin and stood abruptly.

“Hey, (y/n).” Reggie waltzed in looking perfectly content with himself until Archie stood up in front of you, blocking you from view,

“I saw the playbook, Reggie, you think its funny to fuck up a friendship like that? Fuck up people like that?” Archie was getting dangerously close to Reggie’s face as he held up his hands in mock defeat.

“Look man, I hadn’t been in the book for a while and she’s never made it in, as far as the guys are concerned we made out but that’s it. Look, I didn’t even write it in.” Despite his attempt at an explanation Archie landed a firm hit to the side of Archie’s face.
“Archie! Stop it, he wanted his score, he got it. This isn’t worth it.” You laid your hand firmly on his shoulder giving him a warning glance before glancing at Reggie once more and leaving.

As you had thought, the abandoned English corridor has just one partially open door. Inside sat a boy, slumped against the wall, head in his hands and his beanie long forgotten on top of a long forgotten laptop bag.  "Jughead" you said timidly, slowly he looked up and you faced the broken boy you had once called your best friend. Wait… once called? When did you ever consider losing the boy that meant so much to your life?

“What are you doing here?” his voice was trying to be strong and still but you could hear that small waver in it as he tried to hide the emotions that were clear on his face.

“We needed to talk.”
“About what?” he snapped, “Your little score that made you late or was it after you left me last night?”

“Jughead. You need to stop this right now.” tears had began to brim your eyes too.

“Stop what? Because honestly, (y/n), I’m not too sure what I ever did wrong to you because let me tell you, it’s sad when you realize that you aren’t as important to someone as you thought you were.”

“You didn’t do anything and my god Jughead Jones you mean more to me than anyone!” you almost shouted, “The playbook is lying okay? Reggie wanted a few points and lied. Nothing happened after I left you other than the fact he walked me home because I was so distraught because my favorite boy had pushed me away like I was nothing.” Jughead studies you for a moment,

“You don’t mean nothing. You mean everything.” He pushed himself up off the floor as he spoke, “you are the reason for my life, the only good thing I have and you brush me off so easily for a boy that has never done anything good for either of us and then doesn’t even know what this is between us.” he paced as he spoke pulling his hands through his hair, “God, (y/n), do you have any idea how many nights I have spent wondering if I even mean anything to you more than a writing buddy?”

“Of course you mean more, Juggie…” you tried to interrupt but to no avail,

“Wondering if you even like me sometimes because I sure as hell like you. More than I have liked anyone in my life. I don’t know what love is because I have never had it but I am sure as hell that whatever we are,” he gestured between the two of you, “I’m sure that this is it. I can’t lose that.”

The tears were fresh on your face, you hated him being so broken, so insecure when all you wanted was for him to see himself the way you saw him everyday, happy and full of a dark kind of light that got you through the day, everyday without fail. Stepping forward to him slowly, your eyes not leaving his, he didn’t move back so you reached out taking his hand in yours.

“Of course I like you.” you whispered, “You’re fun to be around. You’re smart. You’re funny. You’re cute. You’re different. You’re crazy. You’re perfect, in an imperfect way. You always speak your mind. You have the best laugh. Of course I like you. You’re you.”

He looked at you for a moment longer before his hand found your cheek, brushing away the tears with his thumb and sighing.

“I am sorry, (y/n).”

“lets get through this bullshit together” you murmured glancing over his face watching as that little crease appeared under his eyes from when he smiled. His thumb still caressed your cheek lightly and, using the hand that was still entwined with yours, he pulled you even closer to him so you were so very almost touching,

“We could be perfect, but that would be boring” you smiled at his words.

“Agreed,” you whispered as he leaned in, inch by inch until your lips met for the first time.

Jughead

“Agreed” that was the first time I kissed her, but it wasn’t the first time I had wanted to. We would further correct people, telling them that we were a couple, carrying around our laptops, the dark and light, working on the blue and gold together and no one could come between us.

 

Not even Reggie fucking Mantle.

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SHIRO REVOKES KEITH'S DRIVING PRIVILAGES FOR A MONTH BECAUSE GOD DAMN IT SOMEONE WRAP HIM UP IN BUBBLE WRAP BEFORE ANOTHER INCIDENT OTL (Also they all become closer as a happy fam after this incident because I DEMAND FLUFF AFTER YOU RIP MY HEART OUT LIKE THAT SATAN OVERLORD 😂😂😂)

PREV: Keith and the kids got into an accident. (Satan’s and Satan Jr’s ask)

[The Voltron Family] Shiro drove his family back home and the whole time he was holding Keith’s hand, to which his husband found to be so extra. Their kids just giggled at the back. The kids recovered quickly and went back to school after a week. Keith was somehow still struggling to move in a first few weeks because of his broken ribs and Shiro took a month off to take care of him.

Keith: You didn’t have to do this, Shiro. Just go back to work. *groans*
Shiro: But who’s going to take care of you? Rejected.
Keith: It’s not like I’m going anywhere. *rolls eyes*
Shiro: Keith, please, let me… *rubs Keith’s hand* I just—
Keith: *cups Shiro’s face* Babe, I’ll still be here in this bed when you get home.
Shiro: *nuzzles Keith’s hand* But what if you need something and no one’s home? *looks sadly at Keith*
Keith: I’m a big boy, Takashi. *huffs* Don’t underestimate me. *smiles sadly* Hey, I’m not just gonna disappear and—
Shiro: *whispers* I almost lost you. *sobs*
Keith: *pulls Shiro into a hug* *starts rubbing his back for comfort* There, there. It’ll take a whole fleet of alien warships to kill me. *chuckles* Even then, I’ll keep coming back to life because there’s no way I’m going to let other people suffer from your stupid lame unfunny puns.
Shiro: Now you’re just being mean. 
Keith: *gives Shiro a peck on the lips* Go back to work on Monday, yeah?
Shiro: Only because you asked nicely. *slowly smiles*
Keith: Good. Now get out of here! *pushes Shiro away* Get the kids from school. I need to resume my one month of beauty rest.
Shiro: Fine. *smiles fondly* *stands up and then leans down to give Keith a kiss on the lips* I’ll be back, Sleeping Beauty. 

The whole time Keith was recovering, Lance, Pidge and Hunk spent a lot of time with him in bed. Mostly Hunk because he loved to cuddle his Daddy Keith the most and sometimes he would tell Keith a story he wrote on his own. 

Lance and Pidge would always help Shiro bring the trays that contained Keith’s food, until the day Keith can finally move and eat in the dining room, to which Lance would hold his Daddy Keith’s hand—in case he fell he’d gladly catch him. Shiro found it amusing but he knew Keith appreciated the sentiment anyway. Pidge kissed her Daddy Keith a lot recently and Shiro later soon found out that she read somewhere that kisses made people feel better, Shiro could’ve sworn his heart almost burst into extreme fondness towards his youngest daughter. 

One day, Keith was finally fully recovered. He grabbed his car keys when Shiro blocked him and snatched up the keys from him.

Shiro: Where do you think you’re going?
Keith: Uh, I’m going to do some groceries? We’re out of powdered milk and you know how the kids love their milk—
Shiro: Uh, no, sweet pea. I’ll do that for you. Just give me a list—
Keith: *glares* Shiro. Give me back my car keys.
Shiro: No.
Keith: Care to tell me why? *crosses arms*
Shiro: You’re not allowed to drive.
Keith: *shifts his weight* And why is that so?
Shiro: Just to refresh your memory… *looks pointedly at Keith* …in case you forgot, you just got into a car accident—
Keith: —which wasn’t really my fault—months ago. Give. Me. Back. My. Keys. Or so help me.
Shiro: *adamant* No. *hides the keys*
Keith: *groans* Nothing is going to happen to me, except get the powdered milk that we need.
Shiro: No.
Keith: I can drive myself to the store. It’s not even that far!
Shiro: I’ll drive you there. *grabs Keith’s wrist*

They were inside Shiro’s car on their way to the grocery store. Keith was in the passenger seat, brooding, arms crossed in annoyance.

Shiro: Keith…
Keith: When are you going to let me drive, Takashi? *grumpy*
Shiro: …when you get your license back.
Keith: What? *shakes his head in confusion* But I have—

Keith quickly fished out his wallet and lo and behold, his driver’s license was missing! He looked back at his husband…

Keith: YOU TOOK MY LICENSE??!!! *gasping in disbelief*
Shiro: *guilty* I did, I did. I’m sorry, but I had to or else—
Keith: I’m not completely stupid and helpless, Shiro. You know that.
Shiro: I know, but like, I just want to prevent another car accident. *turns his head to look at Keith*
Keith: There will be another one if you can’t keep your eyes on the road.
Shiro: Sorry! *chuckles* I can’t help looking at you—
Keith: Stop flirting with me while you’re driving! Oh my god!
Shiro: I’ll stop now. *laughs harder*
Keith: So does this mean you’re going to drive me to work then? *raises an eyebrow*
Shiro: *turns his head again to look at Keith* YES.
Keith: *pushes Shiro’s face towards the front* Eyes on the road, sweet pea.

It had always been Shiro’s dream to drive his family to school and work. First they drop off the kids to their schools. The kids kissed them goodbye before they leave the car and Shiro saw how much that made Keith smile whenever someone said “Bye, Daddies! Love you two! See you later after school!” Keith was the last Shiro had to drop off.

Keith: *unfastens his seatbelt* Alright, thanks for—
Shiro: *pulls Keith into a deep kiss* 
Keith: *smiles and kisses back*
Shiro: *separates himself* *gives Keith one last peck* Okay, have a good day back at work.
Keith: Will try. *smiles* *opens the door*
Shiro: Keith, wait! *pulls Keith back again for another kiss* Sorry. *chuckles*
Keith: Sap. *rolls his eyes* I seriously need to go, babe. 
Shiro: Okay. *gives Keith what he swears is his last peck*
Keith: Shiro, I’m serious. 
Shiro: Okay, okay. Go now before I do something else. *laughs*
Keith: *leaves and closes the door* *leans down to the window* Pick me up at 4, yeah?
Shiro: Yeah. *smiles* *waves* Bye, love you. 
Keith: *smiles* Love you, too. Text me when you get to work. Drive safely!

Shiro just smiled as he saw Keith enter the tall building. He could honestly get used to this. Maybe he should just keep Keith’s driver’s license permanently?

The Future Looks Good: Chapter 4 - The Wedding

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Summary: It’s wedding day!

Word Count: 2174

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Once Aedion gets over his shock, he lets out an incredulous laugh. It comes out sharply, almost like a dog’s bark. His adoptive parents are here, right in front his eyes, in the flesh, back from the dead. He can hardly believe it. And Aelin…oh Gods, Aelin. She’s going to be so happy.

At the thought of his cousin’s future joy when she finds out that her parents are now alive and well, an ear-to-ear grin splits Aedion’s face. Tears well up in his eyes, and he rushes forward to embrace Evalin and Rhoe at the same time that they move towards him. The three meet in the middle, hugging each other as if they can hardly believe their eyes. They’re a family again. All they need now is Aelin. But first…it’s time for a wedding.

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The 102- Part 1: Lockup’s a Bitch

Pairing: Bellamy x reader (eventually)
Characters: the reader, an unnamed guard, mention of the reader’s siblings
Warnings: swearing, a little bit of angst, violence, canon divergence
Summary: This is the first part of a pretty big series where I’m rewriting the first season (and maybe more) of the 100 with a reader insert and a few big twists:) In this part we learn about the reader’s backstory and follow her journey out of her cell and to the drop ship. 
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A sliver of the open sky was all you could see from your one roomed cell. The stars, constellations, and distant view of earth had been the only things keeping you company for the past few weeks. Banished to solitary for mouthing off to a guard, you had nothing else to do but stare out the window and await your return to the sky box. You’d taken a screw from the frame of your bed and used it to scratch tallies into the wall, each marking a day you’d been there. Twenty-six scratches and a dull screw later, you were sure they’d forgotten about you- it was probably easier to lock you up and throw away the key anyways.

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Dropping By (5/5)

Helping hunters with research and patching them up brings them to your house at all hours of the day & night. But what happens when your close friends , the Winchesters, are the ones showing up? What happens when a certain Winchester crawls into bed with you ?
 Warnings : swearing, flirting, slight smut.

Pairings :  Dean x reader


2 weeks later..

    You’ve been staying with Jody and the girls since that night, you drove through the night to Sioux falls . When you arrived at her house,  you both try to figure out how the demons found you,and why. The only logical explanation you came up with was that they were associated with the hunter you helped out the night before.  They must have outed you to the demons.  You cant seem to figure out why though . You’ve had your house warded so strongly, Castiel couldn’t even find it until you gave him your location. So how did they?  You’ve spent the last two weeks helping Jody around the house,and spending time with the girls.  Jody requested you keep an eye on Claire, she’s still hung up on being a hunter.  You do as  she asks,  when Claire brings cases to you , you look them over, but find the flaw , showing her it isn’t really a case. 

   As you lay on your bed, Claire comes in, laying down next to you. It’s silent for a while, until Claire speaks up,“   Why havent you gone back to your house? Not saying I want you to leave, but isnt you life there? Your clothes, the lore books. I know you’re going crazy sitting around here.”

Shes not wrong, I am starting to go stir crazy .

" Honestly, im scared. I’ve never been in the physical part of hunting, only the research . You’re right though, I need to go back . Atleast to get my things."  You stand up , grabbing your keys off and phone off your night stand.

Claire follows you down the stairs to Jody ,“ I didnt mean right now Y/n !” She says from behind you . Jody looks up , raising her eyebrow at you  

  “ I’m going to head back home, grab some things. Ill be back .I’ll be back on the road before its dark .” You kiss her on the cheek, then Claire ,and try to head out before she can stop you .

 “ Y/n wait !” Jody is only a couple steps behind you . 

 “ Jody , its safer to do it during the day! “

“ let me come with!” 

  “ You have work J . I can do this. Ill call you when I get there!” You hop in your car, starting on our journey back home.


You finally pull into your home, you didnt really realize just how homesick you really were. You love being with Jody and the girls, but that isnt your home. 



 As you get step onto your porch , you glance around, checking your surroundings . When the coast is clear, you head inside. It looks the exact same as you left it. You immediately go to the sigil hidden behind your mirror in the entrance. You scratch out the symbol that blocks angels from finding you . Just in case.

  You fly around your house, grabbing clothes and shoving them in a duffel, then filling another bag with lore books. The suns about to set, so you begin heading out. When you open your front door, you come face to face with a man . He was taller than you, slicked back brown hair and big brown eyes. A sickening grin forms on his face. I was so close. 

“Finally , you came home. We’ve been waiting.”  You slam your door shut, Thank God for the devils traps all over.

  He starts banging on the door, you also begin hearing banging coming from your back door.  “ You can’t hide forever sweetheart.”

 “ What do you want from me?” you yell back

 “ Your little hunter friend outted you in attempt to save his own ass. The last thing any of us need is someone supplying hunters with information to kill us. So , you see I can’t let you go”


  Fear overtakes your body . They arent going to let me go . You take a deep breath, close your eyes and pray to Cas.

Cas, im in a little bit of tight spot here. Please help me.

 You hear the tell tale sound of wings fluttering, opening your eyes you see Cas standing right infront of you .


  “ I dont think i’ve ever been happier to see you” you breath out, wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a tight hug. You’ve met Cas a couple times while you were with the boys, he instantly won a place in your heart. You could see how much he cared for the Winchesters, just like you do .

  Cas returns the hug, “ Why are there demons outside your home Y/n?” He asks concerned.

You pull away and pick your bags back up . “ A hunter tried to save himself by outing me aparantly, and now they want me dead .I just came to grab some things and then head out.”

  “ This isn’t the first time they’ve been here has it?”

  “ No , it was about two weeks ago , i’ve been staying at -” You’re cut off by him transporting you out of your house. You look around your new surroundings, not recognizing where you were. It looks like a war room, theres a giant table with a map as the top. Chairs circling around it. “ Cas where the hell did you take me? I just wanted you poof me back to Jody’s !” you half yell. Before he answers ,another voice appears.

“ y/n?” Oh hell. Thanks a lot Castiel.

“ You are welcome” He answers, you send him a glare. You forget he can hear thoughts sometimes. You turn and face Sam , a tight smile on your face.

 “ Hey Sammy” You say awkardly as you swing your bags back and forth .

“ What are you doing here ? Is something wrong ?” You sigh , tossing your bags onto a nearby chair.

  “ Noo.. I was just stopping by for a visit !”you try to play it off, He’s going to kill me for not telling him.

“ He will not kill you Y/n , Sam deeply cares about you .”Sam sends you a “what are you hiding look”

“ Who does Sammy deeply care about?” Son of a bitch.

Dean comes strolling in the room ,beer in hand. His eyes widen when he sees you . You don’t say anything , not even hello .

“ Well Y/n, what’s going on?” Sam questions , his arms crossed over his chest,and he is sending you his classic bitch face.

Castiel speaks for you ,“ Two weeks ago demons showed up outside her house, a hunter told themof her in hopes of saving his own life.She’s been staying with Jody ,until today she went back to retrieve some of her things and they reappeared. She called me , and I brought her here. I thought that would be best .” He sends you a soft smile, that you return to him. You can’t even be mad at Cas, he was only trying to help. He flutters away , before anyone says anything. You look between the boys, both giving you disapproving looks. 

Originally posted by devoiddean

“ Oh shut up, I handled it. Now if you don’t mind, I need to get back to Jody .” You go for your phone, ready to call Jody and see if her or Claire will come get you 

“ Oh no Sweetheart, you’re not getting out of this conversation.” Dean grabs your phone out of you hand. You send him an annoyed glare, “ Dean im fine, its dealt with . ““ You’re not going back to Jodys Y/n .” Sam spoke up  Well this is going to go well.

“ And why the hell not?” Annoyance clear in your tone.

Originally posted by halsteadlindsaycpd

 “ What if they trace you back to Sioux Falls? Huh? You want to risk putting Jody and the girls in even more danger than you already have?” Your face falls, How did I not think of that .

Dean aggressively places your phone on the table, making you flinch. “ Damn it Y/n ,why wouldnt you just call us !” He roared. You shrunk even more ,

  “ Because I didnt need you to play hero ! I thought I had this covered !”

“ Well you didnt! Now you’re going to stay here until this is taken care of, dont even fucking argue.” He storms out of the room , leaving you standing there, tears about to spill over to your cheeks.

  Sam walks over to you , pulling you into a hug. “ Why didn’t you really call us Y/n, no crap about having this handled.” You sigh , How can he even tell when im lieing.

“ After you guys left, you’re the only one that called me Sam. Dean didn’t even try to contact me. I figured he wanted to forget about being at my house. So I didnt want to drag your guys back to me.” You say , barely above a whisper     

  Sam doesn’t respond, but Dean does.” Sam , can you give us a minute.“ his voice doesn’t have any hint of hostilly, or anger left in it . But it isn’t exactly a friendly tone either. Sam kisses the top of you head, then leaves the room. Dean sits in one of the chairs around the table, he’s tapping his finger against the table.  Here comes there rejection speech . I should of just stayed at Jodys, none of this would be happening. I didn’t even need my crap anyway  .

   It feels like forever before he speaks, but when he does his voice is softer than you expect. ” Is that really why you didn’t call us for help? You thought I wanted to forget about what happened? “ He’s staring at you while you keep your gaze on the floor.

"  Your mood completely flipped when you left,  you went from not wanting to leave to, ’ get me the hell out of here ’ within minutes Dean . Your brother is the one that was calling me, not you . So my fucking bad that I assumed it was just something to pass your time with ” it comes out cold, no other emotion besides anger running through you  . You hear him scoff as he stands from the chair. He makes his way infront of you , stopping barely 2 inches away from you. You stand your ground, not letting him intimidate you .

 " You think  you have me figured out don’t you? I was already attached to you before we spent the week at your house, I always felt something for you , but I wasn’t sure what it was. And I didn’t need to know since we only saw you once in a while. Spending that week with you , made me even more attached to you. Having you sleep in my arms, waking up next to you , just being near you made things feel semi normal . Do you know how dangerous it is to be associated with  a hunter, let alone a Winchester!? Everyone we care for dies ,Y/n . I couldn’t have that happen to you .I realized that when  I had to push myself to leave you . That’s why I didn’t call. I knew you were okay , Sam would tell me. But this, “ he signals between the two of you , ” can’t happen. I wont let it . I can’t lose you like I lost everyone else. No matter how much I love you .“ As the words slip out of his mouth , his eyes widen.

Originally posted by spn-spam

  Did he just …. but then he said we cant… why is Dean Winchester so complicated.

   The air is thick between the two of you , both in shock of Deans words.

 ” You .. you love me?“ You finally manage to squeak out. You look up and see him looking anywhere but your face. You lift your hand to his face, guiding his eyes to yours.

 ” I’m not saying it again.  “ He turns, grabs your bags off the chair & starts to walk away .  You can feel your heart about to beat out of you chest.He says he cant be with me, so why am I staying?

 You follow behind him, he leads you to an empty room. It was bigger than the one you stayed in at Jody’s, it had a normal size closet and two nightstands next to the bed. The bed was quite big, reminding you of your own bed at home.I just want to go home.

  Dean drops your bags on the bed, and goes to leave.Oh no you don’t Winchester.

    You grab his wrist, spinning him around to face you . You move your hands to fist in his red flannel, and pull his lips to yours. He doesn’t push you away , instead his hands grab onto your waist, pulling you closer. Your lips are molded to his in a heated , fast kiss. He nips on your bottom lip, making you moan . His hands entangle in your hair, bringing your lips tighter against his. The kiss is frantic, but perfect. You can feel a tingle wave through your body . Deans hands land behind your thighs, making you jump and wrap your legs around his waist.You can feel his erection press against your heated core, making another moan erupt from your mouth. Dean begins kissing every part of you neck he can reach and he slams your back against the nearest wall. You begin grinding yourself down on his bulge, pulling a groan from him. 

Originally posted by brokenheartstrings16

 He removes your back from the wall, proceeding to drop you onto the bed. You land with a bounce, a shocked gasp escapes your mouth . You look at Dean , his eyes glazing over with what you assume to be lust. He moves to hover over you , his lips right above yours as his body pins you to the bed.

 ” I mean what I said Y/n , we can’t .“ He starts to move away from you .

"Oh I don’t think so Dean .” You lock your legs around his waist before he moves any farther. You quickly flip the both of you so now Deans on his back. His eyes are wide, and he’s about to protest, but you beat him to it .

“ You don’t get to make this decision for me . I get you don’t want me in danger, but guess what? I already have a fucking target on my back ,and surprise, its not because of a Winchester . No one is safe when they have anything to do with hunting. Regardless if they are physically killing things, or doing the research . So get it through your thick skull Dean Winchester, I love you . And I’m not letting you push me away because you’re being a big fucking baby .” you’re out of breath by the time you finish your speech . Deans staring up at you , hands resting on your waist, his lips slightly parted.  His breathing is heavy , but so if yours. You stay straddling him for a few minutes, before the silence ends.

 " You love me?“ he asks timidly . You let out a laugh , shaking your head.

 ” You’re just processing that now? Yes D, I love you . If you don’t want to be with me for a different reason than my safety, tell me . But if that is the main reason, then you’re out of luck, because I’m not accepting it. “ A dazzling smile appears on his face, making you raise your eyebrow at him . He then turns the tables, flipping you so you’re beneath him now. He is back hovering over you, but he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you this time. His lips are soft against yours, completely different than previous kisses from today . His lips slowly move with yours, he slowly traces your bottom lip with his tongue, you part you lips, letting his tongue tangle with yours.

Originally posted by lovershub

Your fingers interlock in his hair, pulling him deeper in to your lips. He moves his lips from yours, beginning to trail kisses from underneath your ear down to the collar of your shirt. He leans back , and you take the cue to take your shirt off. He mimics your actions, stripping his layers off. You both take a minute to look at eachother , then continue taking the rest of each others clothing off.  In a matter minutes, you’re both completely naked, and Deans lips are back on yours. He gives you a quick kiss, then moves his lips lower. Slowly dragging them down your neck , to your breasts. He wraps his lips around your hardened peak ,while his hand tweaks your other one. He swirls his tongue around the bud, making you let out a string of moans. He switches boobs, but slides his hand down your body , finally ending up on your clit. Your aching your back into him as he sucks at your chest, and circles a finger around your clit.

” Dean , please .“ You whine  He picks his head up, releasing your nipple with a pop, giving you a  mischievous smirk .  He moves himself down your body , until hes right infront of your core. You move your hands to his hair, as he licks through your soaking folds.

 ” You’re soaked Sweetheart, is this all because of me?“ He asks as he presses down on your clit with his thumb. You whimper and nod, causing him to chuckle. He dives his head back down, and sucks your sensitive clit into his mouth . Your grip tightens on his hair as you moan his name.

” Dean please,  I need you inside me. Do this another time !“ you beg. He smiles, pulling himself back up and planting a lingering kiss on your lips. You reach down, taking his hard length in your hand. You begin to guide it to your entrance, he takes control, and pushes into you. It’s uncomfortable at first, but you adjust to his impressive size quickly. As he starts moving slowly, thrusting slowly but still deep. You rake your nails down his back ,as moans fly out of you . He keeps a slow steady pace, but you want more.

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

” Dean please, go faster “ you whimper out. He does as you ask ,and begins slamming into you. The sounds coming out of you are obscene, but you can tell Dean enjoys them. He switches positions,  so your legs are spread open to him while hes on his knees. He grips onto your hips, beginning to pound into you even harder. ” Oh my God. Dean “  you breath out, you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge.  You hear Dean grunt, he slides is hand from your hip to you clit, pulling his thumb in tight circles against it. You feel yourself tightening around his cock as his thrust become sloppy. ” Come on D, cum for me. “ You whisper as he slams into you particularly hard. His thrust throws you over the edge into the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. Dean finishes at the same time, moans of pleasure leaving both of you.  He rolls himself off you , pulling you into his side as he adjusts himself. You’re chests are both still heaving.

” So- I guess the games over now, huh?“  You ask as you trace circles over his bare stomach. He lets out a laugh , and kisses your forehead.

” Yeah I guess it is. Now we just get to go straight to the good part sweetheart". you laugh

“ Dean , I love you.” You say suddenly. He tilts your face up to his, a smile beaming at you

Originally posted by sensualkisses

“ I love you too "  He goes to kiss you again , but a knock at the door stops him .

” Are you two done now? “ You hear Sam’s sass through the door. You both laugh , and get out of bed. You throw on the flannel Dean had on , and pull up your sweats.  Dean opens the door as he pulls his shirt on , Sam’s got a blush on his face as he rubs the back of his neck.

” You okay there Sammy? “ Dean asks with a laugh , ” Whats up?“

Sam clears his throat  before talking, ” I called Crowley , had him look into the demons that showed up at Y/n’s. He said he took care of it . Everything should be clear. “ You feel like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders.  But what happens now? I don’t l think I can leave Dean now…

” Well that’s great ! Now we can go get the rest of y/n’s stuff. “ You and Sam both snap you eyes to Dean sending him confused looks.

” You don’t think you’re going back there now that demons know where you live , do you? Because that’s not happening. You’re staying here with us. “

 You cant control the smile that forms on your lips. ” Dean Winchester, are you asking me to move in the Bunker?“ You ask slowly but playful .

 ” Not asking, it’s happening Sweetheart. “ He pulls you to his side, planting a kiss on your head.

 thank God for that damn Game.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Originally posted by hardyscowlick

 

 @redeyed-winchester @allison-rosewood-maximoff @ykcim24-7

S/F Fic

You can thank, (or blame) @screengeniuz for this one. Inspiration from the old pic going around.

Let’s go back to the start, shall we?

Wonderland

I cannot begin to measure the restraint it took me to guard my hands. But for every broad and stout soldier imprisoning my hands, my mind was free to wander about, like some little girl, dreaming of princes in story-books, suddenly coming across a women’s magazine; one with spreads of the most gorgeous specimens the male species has to offer. In that moment, my mind merged the two. The strong, gallant men of fairy-tales, merged with the sweat-slicked, chiseled males that taunted and scandalized me, almost as if a solitary finger stood forth from their large hands, and beckoned me forth.

I fell, willingly, down that rabbit hole. Flung myself over, more like, with my hands clutched tight to my breast, as to not be strung up in the roots that could provide a safety net, from the inevitable decent into madness.

It was only a couple of weeks after I’d been cast; after we’d first met. I felt the electricity between us -instantly. A shock that coursed through my veins, shooting out from my fingertips, desperately trying to connect with him. We had made plans to go to a tavern with a few of our co-stars. A bonding experience that went beyond the boot-camp we were knee-deep in.

Sam arrived in a kilt, complete with a white shirt, and leather jacket, and immediately took up post beside me. I was a lucky woman. My evenings were typically spent surrounded by strong men, engaging men.

But it was Sam that filled my thoughts.

As I lay my head to bed at night, it was his laughter that would echo within my head, when sleep should have been my priority. His smile that seemed tattooed beneath my eyelids. And when our hands would touch, in the day, we would look at each other, quietly. Knowingly. Then quickly, we’d rip them away.

No. I would rip my hand away. His would linger, and when abandoned by mine, Sam’s face would fall, before he was able to force up the veil again.

But I could not date him. I could not be with someone that I was going to be working with. Not to this extent. We signed on for years. What if we went for it, and it didn’t work? What then?

No. I would not.

I glanced up from my whisky glass to look beyond the rim and over at him. He was engaged in conversation with Graham, but he stopped suddenly, like a chill taking hold of him, before re-engaging once more.

Had he known I was looking? Sensed it somehow?

I watched as he licked his lips, continuing his conversation, before sipping from his glass. His other hand fell to his lap, where my eyes immediately followed. I couldn’t look away, as I watched him adjust himself, beneath his kilt. I glanced around, no one noticed but me.

I could feel the dampness between my breasts, slick and sticking to my shirt. I closed my thighs tightly, the tingling sensations causing a fog to form across my brain. I felt warm; hot to the touch. I needed to break free.

I took one more glance at the strong Scot before me, absently licking my lips as I could see his kilt rise shallowly between his thighs, before breaking away with an excuse of the need of fresh air.

****

My heated skin shivered, as I took comfort in the coolness of the stone wall in the alley. I cursed myself for leaving my drink inside, but made no move to recover it; simply rested my head in the darkness, distant noises from the pub, falling away in the night as the rain made a symphony from the puddles on the ground.

My eyes closed tightly and I willed myself to come to my senses. But for each bend of the knee, it would respond in brutal retaliation, with images of Sam, strong and tall, in his Scottish uniform.

I could feel a whimper escape my throat, breaking me. I glanced around me, assuring myself of privacy, before flicking the fabric from the button of my jeans.

My lips were soaked, the juices from my body, readying myself for him; if only in my mind. I pushed two fingers inside me, my body quivering at the sensation. But no. I needed three. Three fingers. I had not seen him, but I had felt it on occasion; as we sat on the horse, my back to his front. Sam was well-endowed. Of that, I was certain.

I pushed a third finger in, imagining the feeling of Sam stretching me. His large form looming over me as he took his pleasure from my body.

I can’t be sure, I hoped I was wrong, but I felt his name pass my lips, and it startled me enough, that my eyes shot open. My fingers stilled inside me; the crunching of stones piercing my ears. I turned my gaze to the street, as a newly red-headed man, stood in the glow of the street-lamp.

Sam.

My heart stopped, my breath caught in my throat. He just stood there, watching me; his face emotionless.

For a century, he stood, unmoving, before one step, then two, stole him from the light, as the darkness enveloped him and he stood just steps away from me.

My breath found its way again, as a sigh escaped my throat. My fingers seemingly having a will of their own, began a dance inside my body once more.

Our eyes never wavered, as Sam fell back against the wall opposite me. With a flick of his hand, and a broken gaze, I found myself watching as he took his penis in his hand, bundling up his kilt, imprisoning it beneath his arm.

A true Scot, I scoffed in my mind.

He was large, larger than I even imagined; and beautifully pink and engorged, with one strong vein shooting up the side of it.

My nipples pebbled beneath my shirt, begging for attention. Begging for his mouth to close around them; his teeth, biting them. Claiming them. My body ached, as I pushed the fingers in deeper, my thumb rounding my clit to aid in the pleasure.

Sam’s hand gripped his cock, moving slowly at first, but quickening the pace in an instant. His eyes darted from the bulge of my playing hands beneath my jeans, to my breasts, then my eyes, then back down again, only to make the journey once more.

It was difficult, in the nearly moonless night, to tell, but I swear I could see his cock weep for me. Sam’s other hand cupped his testicles, large and covered in the most delicious peach fuzz, as his right, continued the constant motion on his cock. Up, down, up, around the head, back down again; all the while eliciting the most beautiful and erotic, barely audible, moans from his lips.

My fingers sped up, completion calling me forth, as my other hand grasped for my breast. The movement caused Sam to focus there as well, as his hands played their game with his body.

My eyes shut, desire taking hold, but I forced them to open. I wanted to watch him orgasm. I wanted to watch his seed shoot from his body and trickle between his fingers, lubricating his movements.

A whimper escaped my throat, and sensing my summit, Sam’s movements sped up, and I got my wish. We climaxed together in small cries, with Sam praising the Gods, as he shot strings of hot semen from his penis. My fingers continued their assault beneath my jeans until Sam, with his hand round his cock, pushed his thumb up the length of his member, toward the head, to drain himself completely.

With our bodies spent and realization beginning to take root, if not in his mind, certainly mine, I pulled my hand free from my pants, and sorted myself. I couldn’t look at him, but I sensed his eyes upon me.

“We should go inside,” I finally said, still looking away.

I registered a nod in my peripheral and began to walk into the light.

“Caitriona.”

I stopped. My name was like liquid sex upon his lips and I struggled to still my beating heart.

I turned my head slightly, to acknowledge - if not in words - in gesture, his call.

I waited.

He rounded me, and with his eyes never leaving mine, smiled shyly, before shrugging off his jacket and tossing it round my shoulders.

Sam took a step back, gesturing me to walk ahead, and as I gripped the leather between my fingers, I knew I would be burning any ladder that crossed my path, for in the hole I would stay; a Wonderland of plaid and tartan.

Originally posted by xxvampirediaries

Enouement- 16

Summary: Told in reverse-chronological order, Enouement is the story of love and loss, telling the journey that led you to your ultimate destination: a life full of happiness and regret, mistakes and laughter- and the man who gave you it all. Bucky x Reader

Words: 993

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy.

Author’s Note: Sorry it’s been so long. I went to edit this chapter and decided that I didn’t like it so I rewrote the whole thing.

Master   Part 15

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

You were pacing when Bucky pushed the front door open, dropping his work bag on the floor beside an array of mismatched tennis shoes. The happy-to-be-home smirk on his face subsided when he saw your hands wringing in front of you and, though you had yet to notice his appearance, you were mumbling to yourself.

The door closed behind him and you jumped, eyes finally finding his face as you offered up a weak smile. Bucky tried to smile back, but he could tell that something was wrong by the nerves hidden in your eyes. “Hey, babe,” he breathed, moving forward to grip your shoulders. Giving a squeeze, he dipped down to kiss your cheek and straightened when you didn’t offer up your own greeting. “Everything okay?”

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2 and/or 19 for Gemma/Jaal, please!

19. kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing 

In which Gemma Ryder and Jaal have their first fight, and Cora does not want to deal with it. 

**********

Ryder’s ongoing quest to climb every mountain on every planet vertically had finally broken the Nomad in ways even the combined efforts of Gil, Jaal, and Vetra couldn’t repair.

“Are you still on fire?” Cora asked, both horrified and impressed. “My God. You’re still on fire.”

Ryder, halfway out of her armor, and looking as close to murderous as Cora had ever seen her, crouched down to peer at the Nomad’s undercarriage. “Shit, we are. Liam — we’re in crisis, respond!”

“On it, boss!” A fire extinguisher arced through the air, barely missing Gil’s head, and landed in Ryder’s hand with a solid thwack. Five seconds later, the fire was out, but the cargo bay was covered in foam, and the Nomad wheezed and groaned as its axles cooled.

“Shit,” Ryder said again, scrubbing at her hair. “Good eye, Cora, thanks.”

“I take it your field trip with Reyes went well?” Cora asked.

Ryder bared her teeth — Cora thought of a mongoose, and took a step back — but before she could change the subject or Ryder could start swearing, Jaal spoke up from the other side of the Nomad.

“Kadara is a cesspool on the best of days,” he said, his mouth curled in a sneer as he wiped a few droplets of foam off his eyepiece. He muttered something under his breath, and Ryder’s shoulder went iron-hard. “And today,” he added, once all the foam was gone, “was not its best day.”

Ryder glared at Jaal — the planetkiller stare, her father had called it; Cora heard his voice, felt the accompanying pang of loss and nostalgia — and the cargo bay went silent. The lovebirds hadn’t so much as exchanged tense words since they paired off months ago, but watching Ryder, whose teeth were still very much bared, and whose Sidewinder was still very much in reach, Cora readied a barrier.

No harm in being prepared, lots of harm in letting the Pathfinder spatter her angaran boyfriend across the Tempest’s cargo bay.

Five seconds of absolute silence passed, then Ryder gave herself a shake and exhaled hard through her mouth. “It sure as hell wasn’t,” she said, tight and furious, then turned on her heel and stalked away, without a backwards look.

Cora chanced a look in Jaal’s direction — hell, just like everyone else in the cargo bay — and found him watching Ryder’s departure with a mix of dismay and annoyance. Dismay ended up winning by the time the door hissed closed behind Ryder.

Sure glad I wasn’t tapped for this run, Cora thought, then felt a surge of guilt as Jaal made his way — deliberately calm — toward the makeshift showers in the back of the bay.

Another ten seconds of silence went by before Drack’s head popped out of the Nomad.

“Next time,” he said to the room at large, “someone else can go to Kadara. I’m done.”

***

Between Jaal’s first and second emotional openness seminars, someone — Cora’s money was on Liam — had taken the guy aside and explained that sometimes it was totally okay, even preferred, to let humans stew for a while before trying to work things out. And Jaal, being pretty quick on the uptake, had taken that advice very much to heart — not that Jaal had any other setting, Cora mused — and let Ryder stew, and stew, and stew, all the way back to the Nexus, where the Nomad could get some TLC and the crew could stock up on rations that were older than everyone except Drack.

Ryder spent most of the trip in her quarters, and for the first time, Cora realized just how much of the crew’s strange cohesion came from the Pathfinder’s relentless, dogged optimism. Everyone stayed as efficient as ever, but without Ryder breezing through the ship, no one seemed inclined to talk, or joke, or even give each other shit.

“I hate this,” Peebee said, two hours out from the Nexus. “They need to get over it. Jaal had the right idea. Kadara sucks, even that time Drack drank the water.”

Lexi’s eyes flew wide, and Cora leapt in before the good doctor could turn herself inside-out over that one. “I’m pretty sure it’s more than Jaal’s feelings about Kadara getting on Ryder’s last nerve,” she said, as diplomatically as she could. Privately, she mostly agreed with Peebee, but a part of her kept whispering that Ryder had held herself together through her father’s death, two of her own deaths, and facing the kett time and again. This wasn’t just being pissed off with Jaal; this was everything on Ryder’s back coming out at once.

She wanted to say so, but Peebee had already checked out of the conversation and was talking to Lexi about the new upgrades to Poc, and Cora didn’t want to ruin the moment. She finished her breakfast in silence, and headed back to her plants. As de facto XO, maybe she should have stepped in, and nudged them toward a reconciliation, but that advice about stewing went for her, too.

If Ryder and Jaal weren’t back to their usual adoring selves by the time the Nomad was repaired, she’d say something. But not before.

***

Halfway through their first day docked at the Nexus, a swell of whoops and laughter interrupted Cora’s reading. She shoved her datapad away and followed the sound down to the cargo bay.

Gil and Peebee turned around as she walked in, each offering her a quick nod before going back to cheering on Liam and Ryder, who were both balancing on gymnastics rings, five feet above the floor.

Oh, good, Cora thought. We’re back to Tempest Olympics. She’d been roped into enough of Ryder’s challenges for a lifetime, but Liam could always be relied on to take one of Ryder’s dares, whether it was do you think I can throw you over that ravine with my biotics or how many cartwheels can we do in full armor?

At least this particular challenge wouldn’t leave Lexi crying in her sleep. The good doctor was cheering next to Drack, though Cora wasn’t exactly sure for whom.

“How long have they been at it?” she asked, taking up a spot on Peebee’s other side.

“About fifteen minutes,” Gil replied, Peebee being too busy throwing half a cookie at Liam’s head. “Nowhere near the record, but we’re allowed to distract them this time.”

“Bullseye!” Peebee yelled, nearly deafening them both, as the cookie bounced off Liam’s forehead. He wobbled, cursing under his breath, but regained his balance a second later.

Cora grinned, relief rising through her chest. If Ryder was cheerful enough to start demanding athletic competitions, the worst was behind them, without her having to lift a finger. A reconciliation with Jaal couldn’t be far behind — except for the fact that Jaal was nowhere to be seen.

A little of her relief faded away, but then Vetra flicked a bottle cap at Ryder, and she nearly lost her grip as she tried to shift away.

“Oh, you’re going down!” Liam said, grinning as a fine sheen of sweat broke out on his forehead.

“No way, Kosta.” Ryder pulled herself upright, and gave him a wicked grin. “I’m in the zone. Can’t knock me out, can’t bring me down, can’t —”

“Hey, Jaal!” Liam yelled toward the far corner of the cargo bay. “Give a friend a hand, yeah? Distract your girl!”

Ryder’s head twitched toward Jaal as he walked into view, but she clearly didn’t make eye contact. “Pretty low, Liam,” she said. “Must be getting desperate. No wonder I’m winning.”

Desperate your word for creative, huh?” Liam jerked his chin at Jaal, who hovered at the edge of the bay, just in Cora’s line of sight. “C'mon, I know you’ve got moves.”

Cora watched Jaal’s emotions cross his face: reluctance, amusement, and the strange blend of wistfulness and intensity that had marked how he looked at Ryder, almost from the beginning.

I don’t know if I should roll my eyes or applaud, she thought, as Jaal made his way toward Ryder. It’s like something out of Ryder’s vids.

Why she’d expected anything less, she’d never know.

“Hoo boy,” whispered Vetra, and leaned back with her arms folded. Drack groaned, despite Lexi nudging him. And Ryder watched Jaal, her grip on the rings not faltering, her legs pointed straight and true at the ground.

Jaal wrapped his hand around her bare ankle. He didn’t squeeze, or stroke, just held on as he looked up at Ryder’s face.

“Come on,” Liam hissed, smirking. “You’ve got this.”

Ryder tossed her hair out of her eyes, the first trace of a smile curving her lips.

Jaal’s hand tightened on Ryder’s ankle. He lifted her leg — slowly, and Ryder’s smile widened — and kissed the inside of her calf.

Good lord, Cora thought, shaking her head.

“Ah!” Ryder dropped, laughing, into Jaal’s waiting arms. Cora saw his answering smile as he turned, not letting Ryder go.

Liam whooped and let go of the rings, darting forward to slap Jaal and Ryder on the shoulder. “And the champion is…the Kosta!”

Oh, Liam might have been the champion, but Ryder certainly didn’t look like a woman who had lost anything as Jaal lowered her gently to the floor. She kept smiling as she said something to Jaal, too quietly for anyone to hear over Liam’s crowing, and then they both laughed.

“Quite a show,” Gil said, pushing away from the railing. “Guess the kids are back to normal now.”

Cora hummed in agreement as she watched Ryder and Jaal slip toward the exit, hand in hand. “Guess so.”

Out Of Nothing At All - Chapter Eighteen

“Oh fuuuck Spencer…… ” your breath was coming in long moans, your back arching off the bed as your hands tangled in his messy curls, pressing his head and therefore his mouth closer to you.

His tongue increased its movements between your legs, his fingers joining in slipping inside of you and thrusting in and out, slowly at first and then faster and faster as your whines got louder and more intense.

You were nearly there…. so nearly there, just a bit harder, a bit more pressure and you’d come. You needed this orgasm so badly, the tension between your thighs building to an almost painful point.

“You taste so good Y/N,” he pulled away slightly, his breath warm and tickly on your clit.

“Oh god…. Don’t stop.” Glancing down you saw him smirking at your moans, his tongue swiping over his already wet lips.

“So you want me to continue then?” his eyebrows raised suggestively at you as he curled his long fingers inside your slit. 

“YES….. Fuck…. ”

Lowering his mouth back down Spencer sucked hard, pulling your sensitive bud between his lips.

“Oh god….”

“Y/N?……. Y/N….. Wake up….. ”

Huh?

That same voice that had been teasing you moments ago was stood by your bed, dragging yourself from your dream.

Shit….

Forcing your eyes open you rolled over in your bed, feeling the stickiness between your thighs… Ugh.

“Sorry but your alarms been going off for the past five minutes. Can you not hear it?”

Well now you could. You reached out and hit the alarm on your bedside table off. Spencer was stood there already dressed for work, cup of coffee in hand.

“Balls…. Sorry. I’ll get up.”

“Okay. We’ve got plenty of time still. Just…… You’re normally up by now is all. Everything okay?”

Please leave…. Please get out of the bedroom.

“Yep…. Just struggled to sleep last night that’s all.”

You’d struggled to sleep because you’d been trying for two hours to find a position in which you could masturbate without getting hand or wrist cramp. This past week you’d been so ridiculously horny you were sure you were going to start staining seats at work. Everything was turning you on…. EVERYTHING. Spencer bending over, Spencer drinking coffee, driving over speed humps on the road, JJ in the tight little skirt she’d worn two days ago. Even Rossi… He’d started speaking Italian to Kate, telling her some kind of joke and just….. Fuuuck.

You’d read that some women got incredibly horny during their pregnancy and apparently you were one of them. It was ridiculous. But this stupid bump was in the way and you couldn’t do anything for more than a few seconds without getting a pain in your hand. The angle was too awkward. 

And the water pressure in your house was terrible, so the shower head was totally out of the question too. This was the second day in a row that you’d had a…..wet dream. The first one had been much worse and you’d woken up with the spare pillow between your legs, actually humping it.

Thank god Reid hadn’t walked in then.

Or… What if he did? Maybe he would have offered to take that pillows place? Hmmm.

Mmmmm.

You’d ride that sooo ha….

Stop it!

Get up. Shower. Clean yourself up and go to work. Do NOT think about Spencers mouth.

That sexy little tongue poking out between his lips. Or how he caught his bottom lip with his teeth.

FUCKING HORMONES! GRRRR! 

Work was uneventful, you spending most of the day hiding out in Penelope’s bat cave. The team didn’t have a case so you were doing a lot of filing. Boring, boring filing.

“So…. How’s things between you and the genius?” Penelope asked as casually as she could.

“Reid? Fine, I guess, we’ve been getting on really well. I still wish I could punch him in the face sometimes, especially when he uses all the coffee and doesn’t replace it, but yeah. So far, so good.”

It had been a few weeks since the “visit” with your mom. You’d told Pen about how he’d told her off, Penny loving every second of it. She adored it when Reid got pissy with people, providing it wasn’t her of course.

You HADN’T told her about that awkward moment in the motel room. The….. kiss. You hadn’t told anyone. You and Spencer hadn’t even spoken about it, waking up the next day and just continuing about your routine as normal. You’d been waiting to see if he’d bring it up first but he hadn’t…. And you didn’t want to bring it up because… Well, what was there to say? What did it even mean?

The door to Pen’s office opened and Spencer walked in.

“Y/N….. Erm, I might not be home until quite late tonight. An old friend is in town and they messaged asking me if I wanted to meet up. Will you be okay by yourself?”

“Yeah sure…. I’ll bother this lovely lady here if I need company. Just let me know when you’re on you’re way back so I don’t have another heart attack and think someone’s breaking in like last time you went out with Morgan, okay.”

“Okay. See you later.”

He grinned, leaving the room and pulling the door shut behind him. Turning to Penny you could see she was looking at you strangely.

“What’s that look for?” you asked her.

“You realise that when he walked in, you looked him up and down and then bent forward, pushing your boobs together. Classic ‘look at what I’ve got for you’ move. Which you just did for Spencer.”

“I did not!” You hadn’t, had you?

“You totally did. And now you’re blushing. What the hell Y/N?”

Awww shit. You shifted on your chair uncomfortably.

“Oh my god! You like him!”

“I don’t… I swear I don’t. It’s just….. Ugh. Pregnancy hormones. It’s like the baby wants me to make another one…. ”

“Ahhh yes. You’ve reached the ‘I want to fuck everything and anything but can’t’ stage. I remember JJ going through that. She spent a lot of time in here hiding when that happened.“

“Yes! It’s sooo not fair. And at least JJ had Will to help her out.”

“Well….. You do kinda have someone.”

“Pen I love you to pieces but I really don’t think you’d appreciate me sitting on your face right now.”

She threw one of her tiny stuffed animals at you, laughing. “Not me silly. The person who put the baby there in the first place!”

Spencer?

“No freaking way.”

“If you asked him…… You know he would.”

“I’m not asking the father of my unborn child to get me off. That’s not how it normally works.”

“Oddly enough Y/N, it IS how it normally works….. ”

Oh yeah.

HA.

But no.

Work finished you made the trip home by yourself, swinging by your local take out for some Chinese food. Once home you ate by yourself before taking a long bath. You’d intended on starting your new book, but five pages in you could feel your eyes starting to droop.

You woke up an hour or so later, the bath water now cold. Checking your phone quickly you saw it was 9:30pm. No messages from Spencer which was strange. Since he’d found out about the pregnancy, he’d barely gone two hours without checking up on you. And the last time you’d spoke had been at six, just before you left HQ for the day.

“Any idea what time you’ll be back?” You shot off a quick message. Not wanting to sound like a nagging wife, just wanting an idea as to whether you should lock up now and go to bed.

You finished up in the bath pulling your pajamas on and drying your hair, before going back downstairs to see what was on the TV.

Still nothing from Reid. Okay, give it until 11pm maybe. Although it really wasn’t normal for him to go this long. Had something happened? Maybe Morgan knew where he was? You texted him quickly, you know, just wanting to make sure Spencer was safe.

A reply a few moments later. “Baby girl, he’s with Austin. That hot bartender friend of his. He said he’d told you? Everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine. I’d just forgotten that’s all. Baby brain. ”

Austin?

Hot bartender?

Wait…..

A memory came back from nearly eight months ago.

“I prefer not to have random hook ups. I have an arrangement with someone who I see every few months when they come into town.”

No FUCKING way.

So you were here carrying HIS child, and feeling helplessly turned on…. And he was with some girl, getting his end away?

No fucking way.

You picked up your phone, calling him. He answered on the third ring.

“Y/N…. Is everything okay? Is the baby okay?”

“The baby is fine Spencer. I was just wondering if you were planning on coming home tonight? You’ve not replied to any of my messages. Where are you anyway?” you tried to keep your voice as smooth and calm as possible. He hadn’t told you where he was going, let’s see if he’d be honest.

“Just at a friends….. I won’t be too much longer I don’t think. Why? W-What’s up?”

Ahhh, the nervous stutter.

“What friend Spencer…. Anyone I know?”

You could hear muffled noises, and a shuffling sound, “No one you know…”

“Spencer…. Come back to bed sexy.” A female voice rang out in the distant background.

“Come back to bed…. SEXY?!?!”

He coughed loudly… “Erm…..”

“Does she know you’ve got a baby on the way…. Sexy? I hope you’re remembering the condom with her. Or shall I expect a little half brother or sister in nine months?” Wow, you knew you were being a bitch but you couldn’t stop it.

He sighed loudly, “Look, could you please just…stop? I’m kinda in the middle of something and you’re being unreasonable. I’ll be home soon, ok?”

“Yeah, sure sounds like you’re in the middle of something. Sounds like you’re in the middle of someone actually. Dr Spencer Reid, man whore. Who knew eh?”

“I-I’m not…we’re not…I mean…oh for fuck’s sake, Y/N! I’m not even going to explain. Just…I’ll come home.”

“Don’t bother Spencer. Stay with your little slut…” Ending the call quickly, you threw your phone down. How fucking dare he!

Seething, you locked up before grabbing your phone and going to bed, throwing yourself down onto the mattress.

How dare he be out fucking some random girl when you were stuck here, pregnant with his child. Lying on the bed, you tossed and turned trying to get comfortable. Ten minutes later you heard a loud slam and an angry voice calling your name, followed by feet pounding up the stairs.

Your bedroom door flew open, Spencer stood there, his hair a messy birds nest and his clothes in dissaray.

You pulled yourself up into a sitting position, glaring at the man stood in front of you. “I thought I told you not to bother coming home”

“I know you didn’t actually mean that, you’re just angry with me for whatever reason that I hope you’re gonna explain to me right now.” He stood with his arms crossed over his chest.

“I’m angry that you didn’t have the decency to tell me where you were actually going or what you were actually doing…. Or perhaps I should say who you were doing.”

“I don’t know what you think that was but I’m not going into any detail I just…I just fail to see why I suddenly need to tell you where I’m going and with whom.”

“What I think that was? Oh come on Spencer…. Come back to bed sexy….don’t tell me you were just reading her a fucking bed time story. And as for why you should tell me where you’re going. Perhaps because I’ve got your child inside of my womb. Christ for someone so smart you’re a fucking dick sometimes.”

“What went on is none of your business and it has nothing to do with our child! I went out for a couple of hours for some private time like I told you I would. How does that make me a dick?!” His eyes narrowed at you.

“It has everything to do with our child when you’re out fucking some random girl… Is she gonna be our daughter’s step mommy Reid? Is that it? And don’t even try to tell me that’s not what you’ve been doing. Your fly is still down and your shirt’s buttoned up wrong.”

Watching him quickly glancing down and seeing his mistake would have been amusing if it wasn’t for the situation.

“I-I…ok fine! I had sex. Big fucking deal! She’s not some random girl, and she’s certainly not a slut like you suggested over the phone. Me and her get together every now and then to enjoy each other’s company. Come to think of it I actually told about her, ages ago.”

“Yes, you did tell me. But I kinda of presumed that, what with you having a baby on the way, you’d be able to keep your dick in your pants. It’s not like I can go around fucking any guy I want to can I?” you scoffed, rolling your eyes at him and mimicking his choice of words nastily. “Enjoying each others company, is that what we did Reid? Enjoyed each others company that one night.”

“What do you want me to say?! Would you prefer I said me and her occasionally have steaming hot sex? What are you really angry about anyways? Does it really bother you that I got laid or are you just upset that you can’t right now? Because I empathise, I do, but you don’t get to decide that I can’t have a sex life!”

Steaming hot sex……ugh. And the annoying thing; it probably was.

“Why would I be upset that you got laid Spencer? You’re right, you can go out and bang anyone you want to. And by that right, so can I. You know I bet if I look online, they’ll be a ton a men, probably within a ten mile radius of here that have a pregnancy fetish. I’ll make contact with one of them shall I? Oh wait…. I distinctly remember someone saying weeks ago that it would be ‘inappropriate for me to date someone else, when I had your child inside of me’. So if it’s inappropriate for me, then why is it okay for you? If I can’t do it, then you fucking well shouldn’t be allowed to either. You should have to suffer as much I am!!! ”

“Because I don’t have a child inside of me that’s gonna get poked if I have sex with someone! Can we please just stop arguing about this? You know I don’t have sex often…can you please just let me have this one thing and stop trying to make me feel bad and embarrassed about it?”

No, you couldn’t.

“Poked? Reid, you know better than anyone that that wouldn’t happen. Plenty of women have sex during pregnancy, hell it’s even recommended as a labour inducer. And the reason you don’t have sex very often….. Because you never ask for it! Spencer you could have it from any woman you wanted, so stop pulling the shy, awkward, nerd act. It’s fine… I’ll let you have this one thing. Go back… Fuck her again, bang her so hard, until she’s screaming your name. Maybe I’ll go and see what Aaron is up to. Or Derek. If it’s okay for you then it’s okay for me. I shouldn’t have to sit here horny as FUCK!”

“Well it sure as hell would be a bit odd to have another man’s genitals that close to our baby now wouldn’t it?! And don’t you worry I don’t need to go back to make her scream my name because frankly, she already did. Just stop trying to wind me up and tell me what you actually want to hear from me so I can go to bed! Oh and if you’re so horny then…I don’t know…help yourself maybe?”

“Do you not think I’ve haven’t already tried!! I’m a freaking expert at taking care of myself normally, but I have this HUGE unattractive baby bump in the way. I can’t get myself off and you’re out getting yourself and someone else off. If I’m not allowed to get another man to help me do it, then what exactly am I meant to do? I feel like I could fucking explode. That’s why I’m angry Spencer.”

A huge smirk played over his mouth as something clicked in his head.

“Oh so THAT’s what this is about. You know I recall someone telling me to just ask for it…in other words, I don’t understand why you’ve been beating around to bush for the past 20 mins when the solution to your problem seems very simple…”

“Yeah it is…. I’ll call Derek. That’s what you mean right?”

You knew exactly what he was getting at but that was NOT going to happen.

“Sure, in fact let me call him for you so you don’t need to worry about explaining the situation. I’m sure he’ll be VERY comfortable with this.”

“I’m sure he will. In fact, screw Derek. Let’s go straight for the big boss man. You know, you seemed so sure there was something going on between us in the first place. Might as well make that a reality right.” You reached for your phone, clicking over to your phonebook.

“Ok, stop STOP! If anyone’s fucking you it should be me, and it’s going to be me if you’re serious about needing to get off.”

“Not when you’re still shagging someone else it’s not. And who says I’d want to fuck you again anyway!”

“Oh please, by now it’s crystal clear that the only reason you’re mad at me is because you wish I was fucking you instead of her. You wish you could feel my tongue right between your thighs, slowly teasing your clit, my fingers inside of you….if I’m wrong then look into my eyes and tell me.”

Oh fuck…….Hearing him say those things just took you straight back to that night. For someone so sweet and innocent acting most of the time, the boy sure had a filthy mouth in the bed room.

You couldn’t look him in the eyes. Because it was true.

“Get out of my room Spencer. This conversation is over.”

“You can’t do it, can you? You can’t tell me you don’t want to feel me inside of you, don’t want me to make you come…”

“SHUT UP AND GET OUT OF MY ROOM.”

“Tell me you don’t want me then and I will, because I don’t think you can.” He stood there his arms folded across his chest. When did he get this confident? And how did he know? 

“Fine… You’re right.”

 What was even the point anymore?

 “I’m horny as fuck and haven’t been able to stop thinking about having your mouth on me, your hands on me. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you making me come. The past two nights, I’ve dreamt about having your mouth between my legs. In fact this morning, that’s what I was dreaming off when you woke me up. Happy now?” You glared at him, annoyed that you’d had to confess. 

“So what’s the problem then Y/N. You’re horny, I’m more than willing. It’s not like we haven’t before. And it was great then, you know it will be great now.”

It would. 

“I’m not fucking you when you’ve got someone else on the side.”

“And if I end my little arrangement?”

Why would he even do that? 

You shrugged, trying not to think of the possibilities if he did. 

“I’ll go back to her hotel room right now. I’ll be back in a few.”

“Wait…. What?” You watched as he turned and left your room.

Calling after him. “Spencer… Why are you going back there. SPENCER…Come back….. REID!”

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