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Deadly Sins- Lust & Desperation

Relationship: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary:Peter takes the Reader in the shower after a training session ;)

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault from Lust & Wrath.. I know people handle sexual assault differently so just know this is how the Reader handled it and she’s just one tough bitch not gonna let no man destroy her life when she has an awesome man AKA PETER. Swearing cause Tom swears IRL and I do too, SEX BABYYY LETS GET HOT AND… STEAMYYYY

Word Count: 3,000+

A/N: I WILL BE ADDING EMOTIONS TO THESE FICS. THESE EMOTIONS/FEELINGS ARE WHAT THE READERS OR CHARACTERS EXPERIENCE. JUST WANT TO THROW THAT OUT THERE :,) Pls don’t get mad at me /.\ Ps. go check out my friend’s blog @daddytom2013 give her some love for me (,:

P.S: I DON’T WRITE SMUT ABOUT 15 Y/O PETER. LEMME CLARIFY: HE WAS GRADUATING HIGHSCHOOL WHEN ENVY WAS PUT OUT. I WANT TO CLARIFY BECAUSE I WILL NEVER WRITE ABOUT A 15 Y/O HAVING SEX IN MY SMUTS. IT’S NOT RIGHT. IN MY OPINION. JUST KNOW IN MY UNIVERSE HE IS IN HIS 20′S AT THIS POINT. THANK YOU, THAT IS ALL :,)

Deadly Sins- Envy & Wrath , Deadly Sins-Lust & Wrath

[Peter’s POV]

Peter you have training with Steve and Sam in ten minutes, you need to hurry to the training room” Karen’s voice fills the air of your bedroom. Crap I’m running late, I just got back from our spot with fresh flowers for the kitchen table. I picked a rose especially for my girl.

“I will be there shortly Karen, thank you” I reply fixing my black joggers on my waist. Pulling my shirt on followed by my hat putting it on backwards. I wore hats that way to keep my curls out of my face while I worked out. Looking over at our bed my girl laid there like she has for the past three months. Crying herself to sleep, having night terrors and crying during the day. The only time she would get up to move was to shower,eat or work in her lab. Then whenever she was done she would go right back to bed without a word.

“Angel, I won’t be back for a few hours then I’ll come back after, are you going to be okay?” I ask kneeling near the bed. I rub her cheek with my thumb. A tear falls down her cheek making my hand wet. Quickly I wipe away the others that fall giving her forehead a quick kiss. She sniffles causing a pain to happen in my chest. I hate seeing her like this for so long. No one can tell her what to do because they didn’t experience what she did that awful night.

“You don’t have to pity me Peter, it’s been three months since that night” she whispers pulling the blankets closer to her chest. Shock plastered on my facial features. This was the first time she spoke to me since then. Her voice sounded like music to my ears.

“Pity you? You’re my girlfriend, the love of my life.. you got assaulted and I saw it with my own eyes..” my voice rising a bit. How could she think you pity her? You love her more than life itself. She is what I think about when I wake up and before I go to bed.

“I haven’t let you sleep with me since then.. you’re probably tired of me now, I’m used” her voice breaks as she turns her back to you. A sob comes from her shaking covered body. Wanting so badly to pull her into your chest but she doesn’t let me do that much anymore without getting stiff or flinching. It’s been so hard when she distanced herself from me.

“You’re everything to me Angel.. I wish you would let me show how much of a rare gem you are, even if not I would wait as long as I needed to” Placing one more kiss to the back of her head I place a rose on the nightstand beside our bed. Heading out of the room I tell Karen to play some Halsey for her while I’m away. Karen wishes me luck with training before playing the playlist.

-

“Peter”

“Peter focus!” my eyes snap to the voice seeing Steve and Sam looking at me. Steve looked concerned and Sam was waving his hands around. Thankfully Tony wasn’t here or he would make the training hell.

“I-I’m okay guys sorry, what’s next?” I ask re wrapping my hands,the wrap was starting to get loose. Steve and Sam look at each other almost having a silent conversation but with their eyes.Sam walks over placing a hand on my shoulder pausing before he speaks.

“I know this is still a tough subject but I want you to punch this bag as many times you can.. Imagine it was that man” I grit my teeth nodding at his request. He pats my back urging me to start. I charge at the bag jabbing it hard imagining the man’s face. Minutes go by as I continue to hit the punching bag. My breathing getting heavy as I kept going. The only thing that kept me going was my girl, my sweet sweet angel.

“C’mon Peter harder c’mon man you got this” Sam cheers next to Steve. You could feel Steve’s stare boring into your skin only making you push harder. Fists slamming into the bag at a faster pace,feeling every muscle engaging to it’s full capacity. Grunts falling past my lips feeling the pain spread through my arms.

Letting out a scream I punch it so hard it snaps off the chain flying towards the wall. Colliding into the wall it hits the floor with a thud. My chest heaving up and down as I collapse to the ground. A feeling grows in my chest, it was regret. If only I had stayed with her maybe she wouldn’t of have been targeted. If only I was quicker maybe I could have stopped him from raping her. All the what ifs filled my mind as I tried controlling my breathing.

“Let me get another bag, I’ll be back” Steve says heading to the spare room. Sam walks over sitting down next to me. Him and Bucky normally picked on you but there were moments where he felt like an older brother. Tony could barely talk to you because he was still upset the situation happened over the men wanting supplies from his corporation. He feels more to blame than how I feel of not getting there in time.

“Peter, man you know I didn’t mean to make you upset… we just need you working to your fullest potential. This is a hard time for you,Tony and your angel.. how’s she doing ?” He asks rubbing my back a sympathetic look on his face.

“Not good.. She told me today she thought I’m tired of her just because we haven’t had sex since the incident.. She feels used because of that fucking bastard.. Today was the first time she talked to me since then” my hands running through my hair. I hated to cry but it felt so good as the tears fell. Sam patted my back as the tears fell onto the matted flooring.

“You are her world Peter, it’s natural for a woman to feel like that.. She’s yours and she felt like someone took that part of her away and that you probably don’t want a woman who was taken that way.. You just need to show her that even after the months of silence you’re still her one and only.” He gives me a smile lifting his goggles to his forehead. Helping me up from the ground I pull him into a hug.

“T-thank you Sam” I whisper as he squeezes me tightly before letting go. Steve comes back in carrying two punching bags. Letting them down with a thud he preps a new chain for the new bag.

“Now that we have you where we want you, let’s do more boxing then take it into combat practice mode, cool?” He grins in your direction.

“If I get to kick your ass then hell yeah” Laughing as I punch my right hand into my left palm.

“There’s the Parker I know” Steve smiles making Sam chuckle.

-

[Reader’s POV]

“Babe I’m back” you hear Peter’s voice fill your apartment. You were currently looking at yourself in the mirror. The redness in your cheeks from crying, you looked like a damn mess. Holding your rose that Peter gave you earlier in your shaking hands.

You couldn’t even respond like you used to. Your body felt numb and your voice non existent.

“Angel.. Please look at me” his voice begs as his finger tilts your chin in his direction.Opening your eyes you looked at Peter whose eyes looked pained. His normally happy self seemed so melancholy.

“Babygirl, please say something.. It felt so good to hear the sound of your voice today.. I love the sound of it and you talking to me..” His arms slowly wrapping around your body. They pulled you close to him,feeling his warmth engulfing you. You’ve missed this. Yet you felt better by yourself the past three months.

“I-I’m sorry Peter.. You’ve been trying to talk to me and I hate that I couldn’t talk to you I just feel like my whole body is numb.. I’ve m-missed you so much and I loved all the flowers you gave me everyday” my voice feeling like it was jumbled as tears started forming. His lips pressed against your head. The feeling so comforting and soothing. It was hard the few months you distanced yourself from him.

“I missed you more Angel, I can’t believe you thought I would leave you after that… you aren’t used cause you’re my girl no matter what happens.” He places his hands on your cheeks. The warmth of his hands making you close your eyes. Tilting your head into his palms sighing, you felt safe.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me” I whisper holding onto him tighter. I could feel his muscles through his shirt. The definition of his muscles was clear as your hands slid down his back.

“I will never leave you,like I said you’re everything to me” Lips press against yours, the feeling hitting you like a bag of bricks. You needed him more than you thought. The intense feeling waking up your whole body. Pulling his shirt as he deepens the kiss. It wasn’t forceful but it was full of love. The kiss reminding you that Peter is there for you through thick and thin. Even after these months went by he never changed.

“God you need a shower” you laugh as your nose scrunches up. You trying to pull away only to be pulled back to his body.

“Well after you hugging me now you do too, c’mon let’s save water” He winks pulling you towards the master bathroom. It felt so good to have his hand in mine. Following behind him he heads to the touch screen next to the shower.

 Peter touches the buttons to get the temperature and water pressure right. Lifting his shirt off slowly he throws it to the floor. My eyes looking at the muscles move when he made movements. The way his joggers hung dangerously low on his hips. Looking at the V muscle showing making me want to kiss my way down. The sight made me want to do so many things. He is like a sexual piece of art that you can look at.

“C’mon angel let’s get you undressed” his hands find your waist lifting his shirt you had on. Peter tossed your shirt into a pile. You weren’t wearing a bra so your breasts were exposed. Feeling his lips ghost over your skin. Placing kisses slowly down your body.  He unties the string on your shorts slipping them down along with your panties. Kisses placed on your hips before he slowly stood back up.

“Peter, p-please” I gasp out at the feeling of his lips kissing up to the shell of your ear. You were desperate with need. Your arms snaked around his neck,hands getting lost in his curls. He pulled down his joggers stepping out of them. His lips still sucking and biting the skin of your neck.

“I’ve missed you so much” Peter’s voice sounded so pained,you hated that you caused him pain.He swiftly lifts you up heading towards the walk in shower. Music still playing in the background as he carried you in. Your eyes were taking in his features, you haven’t looked at him like this in what seemed like forever. The intimate eye contact made your heart flutter.

“I-I’m sorry P-”

“You have nothing to be sorry about Angel..” Your back is pressed against the tile wall. He sets you down so you’re standing in front of him.  Peter’s lips left a trail of hot kisses from your neck down between your breasts. Your hand going to his curls trying to hold onto something else besides the wall. The look in his eyes as he made his way down made your heart pound harder. How he was kissing your skin seemed like he was trying to kiss away all the pain you had for that span of time.

His fingers ghosting their way down from your breasts. Fingertips sliding down your skin to your hips. The pads of his thumbs rubbed soothing circles on your hips making you twitch under his touch. Lifting your left leg he places it over his shoulder. Light kisses being placed from the top of your inner thigh slowly going down.

His teeth nip at your skin causing a moan to come out. You loved it when he was like this but it was also torture waiting in anticipation. His hands gripped your thigh tighter as he got closer to your core. Peter’s right hand kept your hips still so you wouldn’t move. Your legs felt wobbly but he kept you standing. His tongue licks your core slowly while still looking up at you. A whimper comes out as he flicks his tongue on your clit.

Hands tighten in his hair as he keeps eye contact with you. The steam in the shower making it slightly harder to breathe. Your hips moving as you grinded against his tongue. He slowly inserts a finger in pumping slowly in and out of you. Another followed shortly after making you moan his name out repeatedly. His fingers curling inside sent a wave of pleasure washing over you. Peter hit-s your g-spot making your fingers grip his curls more.

“P-lease… make love to me Peter. I c-can’t wait anymore” you gasp out with tears in your eyes. He gives one last kiss to your clit withdrawing his fingers from you. Standing he looks down at you eyes dark with arousal.

The water hitting Peter made his curls drip with water. Watching as droplets slide down his fit body made you bite your lip.He lets your left leg down. Your right leg held now in the crook of his left arm. He takes his cock rubbing it up and down your slit slowly. The action making you pant even more in the heated shower.

Looking down you watch as his cock slides into you. A groan slips out of Peter’s lips as he enters you. Your right hand gripping his shoulder from the pleasure that sparked inside you. His right hand cups your cheek gently as his thrusts go deep and slow.

“Fuck.. K-keep your eyes on me Angel..” your eyes fluttered open, his gaze trapping yours. Moans slip out as your back hits the wall a bit the pain and pleasure starting to mix together.

“Pe-Peter” I whimper as his thrusts start getting faster. Grunts escaped his lips as his pelvis smacked against yours. The feeling of him pumping in and out of you felt so good after so long of not having anything.

“God you feel so good,you’re my girl,my one and only” he whispers resting his right forearm against the wall. My hand slides down from his hair and goes down to stay at his chest.  I could feel his heartbeat against my palm.

“Please know I will never abandon you, I’m here for you through thick and thin.. Whatever comes our way we can get through it together” Peter presses kisses on your jaw heading down to your bruised neck.

“I-I love you Peter” I gasp out when I feel his thumb rubbing fast circles against my clit. Your thighs start to shake as pleasure fills your entire body. Puffs of air escaped you as you could feel the edge coming quickly.

“I love you more Angel, m-more than you can imagine” he groans as his thrusts start become sloppier.His hands grasp your hips pulling you against him the same time he thrusts causing himself to go deeper. The sound of both of your moans filled the bathroom air echoing off the tile walls. Looking to the side the whole master bathroom was filled with steam from the hot water that pelted against both of your bodies.

“I’m gonna c-cum” I moan tilting my head back. His lips attached onto the base of my neck. The feeling of him sucking, and biting left you breathless. Reaching down I start rubbing my clit earning a moan from Peter. The pleasure taking over my body as I came hard. Holding onto Peter for dear life as he came after my release. His lips press onto mine in a desperate kiss pulling my body flush against his.

“I can’t feel my legs” I breathe out holding onto Peter.

“Peter, Mr. Stark tried shutting down your Do Not Disturb Protocol because he needs to- uh oh he broke into the apartment” Karen’s voice sounds scared.

“He broke in?!” I shout trying to stand only to slip and fall hard on the floor.

“Fuck this isn’t good” Peter scrambles rushing towards the screen turning off the shower. This situation could only get worse from here.

“Peter we have to talk this instant , what the hell is this Do Not Disturb Protocol abo-” The door slams open causing me to yelp out in fear at the sound of the door banging against the wall.

“Mr. Stark you have to get out!” Peter covers himself as I glared up at him trying to hide but there was no point.

“You’re sleeping with my daughter and keeping record in Karen’s system?! Wha-” Tony’s voice raises but he stops at what he’s about to say next.

DAUGHTER?” I ask in disbelief looking between the two of them. 

Peter still covering himself as he grabs our towels. Snatching the towel I cover myself up. Tony had his eyes covered  while the two of you put your towels on. You could barely stand from what you just went through but the adrenaline of the situation helped.

“Angel, I-” Peter grasps your wrist trying to pull you to him.

“What the hell Peter” ripping my hand out of his,I walk past Tony embarrassed as hell.

Grabbing a pair of clothes I go to our front door. It had a blasted hole into it near the handle. Changing in the extra bathroom I get inside Peter’s hoodie. Running out of the apartment and down the hall. Hearing snickers I saw Sam and Bucky in the hallway with grins. I give them a eat shit and die look before getting the elevator.

-

[Peter’s POV]

“What the hell Tony! Is that seriously the way you wanted to tell her that she’s your daughter” I spat at him earning a quick slap to the face.

“No it wasn’t , it slipped out..” He groans walking out of the bathroom.

“Well I’m going to change and if you care to JOIN me, you can explain everything so my girlfriend doesn’t HATE me.” I say pulling clothes out of the drawer.Throwing on my clothes quickly I mentally slap myself for the situation.

“Do I HAVE to.. ?” Tony says digging his shoe into the carpet.

“Tony, you’re GOING!” I snap pulling his sweater knowing exactly where she took off to.

Best Friends Forever

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

*Requested smut, read carefully ;)

Imagine: You are angry because you ex seems to be really hitting it off since you two broke up. In order to help you through it, Klaus Mikaelson, your best friend, shows up in your place. There, he decides to come clean about his own feelings. After that, things get a bit hot in your room.

Word Count: 3043 

A light rain was pouring outside, matching your horrible mood. Today you had the misfortune of bumping into your ex boyfriend, Matt Donovan, and, to make things even worse, he looked like he could not be any happier, babbling about his growing success. Like you wanted to actually know that! Urgh! And that son of a bitch still felt in the right to comment about your life and fucking laugh about it. So what you had been going out and drinking more? It was none of his business.

Taking a deep breath, you turned on the radio. Music helped a lot to discharge the anger and keep your emotions together. Right now, it was exactly what you needed. Luckily, your girl power song was on: Beyoncé’s hit Single Ladies. A smile fastly appeared, as you started to sing and dance along.

“Acting up, drink in my cup! I can’t care less what you think.” You swayed your hips to the tune and rolled your eyes, wishing you were telling him that. “I need no permission, did I mention?”

“I take you are in a good mood, Y/N.”

The singing stopped and strangled scream came out instead. It took a few seconds for you to realise who had barged into your room, invading your privacy. After the fear went off and Klaus was laughing out loud, you frowned, angry. 

“This is not funny. I could have had a heart attack.”

“You’re a banshee, I’m pretty sure you are able to predict your own death.” You narrowed your eyes. “I’m just kidding! I came back town yesterday and heard Matt was at Mystic Falls as well. Thought I’d come to see how you were doing.”

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Your Everyday Badass

Prompt: could you maybe do something with disabled!batmom. where batmom is in a wheelchair and you explore how that relates to the batman escapade, you could even have her interact with the justice league to redefine their definition of ‘hero’. thanks for writing for us love you! <3

Requested by: ANON


Your life was a mish mash of simple facts. Your husband dressed up in a bat costume and fought crime: Fact. You had adopted children and allowed them to be superheros: Fact. Several of your children had died, and come back to life: Fact. Your husband snored like no tomorrow: Fact. Just because you were in a wheelchair did not mean you weren’t a deadly badass in your own right: Fact.

    As you rolled your chair down the halls of the station, you knew you drew more than a few eyes. You’d made it a point to stay out of the station over the years. Gotham was your territory. Protecting the city was your mission, and that was big enough without adding in an entire universe too.

    Right up until your husband landed his butt in surgery. The boys stand as you approach; three of them bend down to give you a kiss on the cheek, and one simply leans over. Resting your hands in your lap you ask, “What did he do this time?”

    Jason smiles at you, “Took a bullet for Supes.”

    You raise an eyebrow, “You mean the guy bullets literally bounce off of?”

    Tim winces, “It might have been a kryptonite bullet.”

    You sigh, and settle in for a wait. More than a few people pass by. There eyes drift over you, before continuing on. Each of your boys disappears for a few minutes before coming back showered and changed.

    When Clark shows up, he stares at you, “Y/N I am so …”

    You cut him off, “If you apologize Kent, you’re going to wish that bullet had hit you. Bruce is a big boy. He can make his own choices.” He says nothing. Simply, he smiles before kissing your cheek and saying, “Lois was hoping the family would come by for dinner next week. We just got the ramp fixed.”

    You smile, “We’ll be there. Even if I have to bring Bruce kicking and screaming.”

    Clark snorts, “Cause that just spells fun.”

    You smile, and he walks off. Several other leaguers stop by to say hi; Barry, Diana, Shayera. When J’onn steps out of the operating room, he smiles at you before waving you in. You roll through the wide door way easily, and straight to your husband’s bed. He’s still sedated, but you take his hand, and simply wait.

    He’s groggy but coherent, “You’re on the space station.”

    You grin, “And here they said you were losing your touch.”

    He stares at you, wether he’s not amused or simply to sedated to care, you’re not sure, “You hate space. With a burning passion. When I asked you to come up, you said not if your life depended on it.”

    You smile at him, “It wasn’t my life, it was yours. Thanks for the ramps and the wide doorways by the way.”

    He squeezed your hand, “Anything for you.”

You kiss his cheek, “I love you.”

He smiles, “I love you too; my own personal hero.” You raise an eyebrow at that, “You faced your fears.”

“Which fear is that?”

He smiles at you,“Being sucked into a space vacuum.”

You lean back into your chair, “That doesn’t make me a hero Bruce. It makes me an adult ”

“It makes you brave.”

You just smile, “I’m good with brave.”               

It's You (Peter Parker Imagine)

Disclaimer: this is my very first Peter Parker imagine so please be kind 😬

Request: reader is in the decathalons and has a crush on Peter. She doesn’t think he feels the same way so she says yes when someone else asks her to Homecoming. But little does she know, he actually does like her. (Includes jealous Peter!)


I look up at the clock and sigh as the minute hand reads 15 minutes. This is the fourth time that Peter has been late to our decathalons meeting. Nationals are just around the corner and he keeps doing this. My hope of him asking me to Homecoming fades away each time he pulls the same stunt.

A repetitive tapping of a pen brings me back. It stops. “Okay, we’re going to start this meeting without Peter”, Liz says, annoyed. We go over a few things to further prep us then we begin practicing.

As our responses quicken, the remaining member of our team finally shows up. “I’m so sorry I’m late”, he says out of breath.

“Peter”, our teacher calls. He pulls him over to the side, most likely to lecture him. My attention shifts from Liz to Peter. I watch his face instantly fill with guilt.

“If he did want to be a part of this team, he’d show up on time”, Flash mutters. I look away from Peter. “Guys like that will keep on disappointing.”

I try to keep myself from getting worked up by Flash’s words. I would defend Peter but Flash has a point. I let out a sigh. Homecoming with him is most likely out of the question. Heck, it isn’t even a possibility.

“It’s just the Stark internship it’s-”

“Honestly Parker, who are you kidding? Cut the lies”, Flash says angrily.

My eyes go back to Peter and his lips just shut. No words. I wish he could come up with a better excuse, or to be honest about where he is. I look down.

“Hey, Y/N. Homecoming is coming up after nationals and I’ve been thinking..would you like to go with me?” Flash asks. His tone soft now.

It’s not like Peter has a crush on me anyway. I look up and smile. “Yeah, sure.”

“Guys, we have to focus, okay?” Liz reminds me and Flash.

“Yes Liz. I apologize, I’m just really excited about Homecoming!” Flash beams.

“Alright Flash.” Liz shakes her head and continues on with the questions.

We finish and our teacher lets us know that Peter is out. He really does keep on disappointing.

“He already quit band and-” Michelle gets cut off by Peter’s death stare.

The other members make their way out. Flash comes up to me with a huge smile on his face. “Today is the best day of my life! I’m going to Homecoming with you and now I’m taking Peter’s place! Can life get any better than this?” He hugs me and I catch Peter’s expression in this very moment.

He looks heartbroken. Flash makes his way out and Peter’s eyes follow him. His brows furrowed.

“Sorry to hear that you won’t be a part of the decathalons anymore”, I say. His head snaps in my direction, anger no longer present. “It’s a shame, I liked having you on the team.”

He gives me a small smile. “Nice to know at least one person enjoyed having me around. Seems like everyone else hates my guts.” His head hangs low.

“Even Ned?”

He sighs. “Even Ned.”

“I mean, you were given a huge opportunity so it doesn’t hurt to take it on. I get it. You got to do you. I wish you all the best with it.” I grab my bag and head out.

“Y/N, wait!”

“Yeah?”

He takes a few seconds to continue. “Are you actually going to Homecoming with..Flash?” I question the expression he makes as he says Flash’s name.

“I never thought I would, but yeah.”

“Are you sure? I mean, it’s Flash we’re talking about.”

“I’m sure, it’s not like anyone else was going to ask me so…” I instantly regret letting that slip.

Silence comes forth. I look at him and it seems as though he’s choked up.

“Are you okay Peter?”

“Yeah. I just-I got to go”, he says and books it. And just like that, he’s gone.


I try to get Peter off my mind but I’m reminded just before lunch. As I make my way to my locker I see him, still with that expression he had earlier. I unlock my locker to put my books away and grab my lunch but something stops me in my tracks.

I overhear Peter talk – well more like rant to Ned. “I can’t believe Y/N is going to Homecoming with Flash! Of all people! Does he even like her? Ugh, I swear if he hurts her or treats her wrong I will-” I turn my head slightly in their direction and freeze as I see that water has now formed in Peter’s eyes.

“Just take a deep breath. Maybe she’ll change her mind. Or maybe you should’ve asked her when you had the chance, I don’t know.” Ned shrugs.

Peter lets out a long sigh. The tears still on the rims of his sad puppy eyes.

“Look, I know it sucks but just remember I’m here for you”, Ned says as he places a hand on Peter’s shoulder.

Peter closes his eyes, takes a deep breath in then releases it. “Thanks Ned. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

I turn my head back and stand at my locker in shock. Eyes wide, jaw dropped. Good thing no one can see my face right now. I take a few seconds to grasp whether or not that actually happened. Peter likes me. Peter. Likes. Me.

Honestly I think I’ll always be bitter about the fact that Vampire Academy never got a second chance after they decided not to adapt the second book. Like yes, ok, the movie wasn’t the greatest and they should have handled it better instead of turning it into a ‘mean girls meets twilight’. BUT the books are so gooood! VA (and Bloodlines) is literally my favorite book series after Harry Potter. I’m not even joking. The books were dark and twisted and funny and so complex.

It has a kickass actual Queen, Lissa Dragomir, who is suffering from depression and anxiety but nonetheless manages to rule an entire government at the age of 18. A kickass, independent, warrior, Rose Hathaway, who witnesses death all around her but still has to find the will to fight. There’s Christian, the outcast who is shunned by his community because if his family. Then there’s Dimitri who is a survivor, coming from a rather poor Russian household and having to witness his father abuse his mother. There’s Sydney who suffers tremendous abuse from her controlling father which results in her developing an eating disorder. And Adrian who has to learn to keep his Bipolar disorder in check and reach out to help.

Not to mention the books touch sensitive, but very relevant, issues like, mental illness, sexual assault, slut shaming, sex work, corrupt governments and discrimination. The books are filled with blood and horror and forbidden love. TMI was given a second chance on TV and Divergent might be turned into a tv movie too. The writers could really explore the world of the Moroi in depth and give us an amazing, satisfying, chilling show. How has this not happened yet? I wish the original cast comes back too if they ever decide to do such a thing but for now I just want the books to be transferred to the small screen because I would watch the hell out of it!

Daddy Devil  { Dominance }

<– [Prologue] | [Submission] –>

Words: 5,630

Genre: Smut/Demon!AU

Warnings: Daddy kink, bondage, bdsm, etc.

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM NAMJOONNNNNNNNNN!!! Love of my life, seriously. I have some many feels towards this man, ahhhhh

Anyway! Please enjoy this story! I’m not sure if there will be more following this, but if there is, I’ll be writing it at my own pace, whenever I feel like it, so ^^ fair warning~

In the meantime, please enjoy! It’s been a while since I posted the prologue, so if you need a refresher, or haven’t read it, I suggest you go and do that~ <3


You’re too tipsy to deal with anyone else tonight. Dragging your friend’s home from the bar had been trouble enough—especially when multiple male demons had paused you along your route to flirt and offer companionship for the night. Somehow you’d managed to convince them to turn down the strange offers, and had finally managed to shove them through the front door of their apartment building. You hadn’t even bothered walking them up to their floor, too fed up and tired and horny (you blame it on the alcohol) to even think about wasting another second on their drunken asses.

Managing to hurriedly walk home to your own apartment, you tumble inside and lock the door behind you. Third level rarely has many crimes, but you can never be too safe—especially when the residents of each level are allowed to travel freely…for the most part.

Dragging yourself through the tiny kitchen of your studio style flat, you pad into the main area and pull your tight fitting shirt over your head, shivering as the soft fabric brushes over perky nipples. Despite your minds weak protests, you’d decided to be a little…adventurous in your evening out, and had ventured around town without a bra. It excited you—like your own little secret…unless someone was sharp enough to notice, but at that point they’d earned the treat of knowing anyways.

Sighing blissfully, you sensually coast your hands across your chest, gripping the soft mounds. The artificially made moonlight illuminates every inch of your body, but on the third story of the building with no one else around, you can’t be bothered to draw the curtains, far too occupied by the way your vagina aches for more with each tug of your nipples between your fingers.

Head lolling back, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks, you continue to pleasure yourself, crafting an imaginary scene behind your eyelids to aid the growing pool of heat between your legs. Immediately, like all the other times, a tall, dark figure comes to mind. You can’t see the face of the man, but his body is sinful—his hands possessive as he grabs at you. You imagine him feasting on your breasts—all tongue and teeth—his vocabulary sinful as he stakes his claim, making you his.

“Fuck…,” you breathe hotly, your panties becoming soaked, and you hurry to undress yourself. Looping your thumbs under the band of your pants and also your panties, you tug them down in one fell swoop, kicking them from around your ankles and tossing yourself onto your bed.

One of your hands coasts down the expanse of your chest and stomach, migrating between your thighs. Your wetness immediately covers your fingers as you pull apart your folds, clit throbbing with anticipation.

Digging your heels into the messy sheets, you arch upward, a wanton gasp leaving your lips the second your fingers touch your most sensitive bud. Rubbing the swollen area slowly, you dip your digits down towards your opening, coating yourself in your wetness.

However, before you get the chance to touch your clit and pleasure yourself to your release, you’re interrupted. There’s a tap at your balcony window, and your eyes shoot open, blood running cold when you see a man sitting there, smirk on his face.

And not just any man…its Jungkook.

“Yah!” you screech at him as he innocently tugs at the glass door wall, happiness apparent on his features when he finds that it’s not locks. Sliding it open, clearly not caring of your state of undress or the fact that you’re bounding to your feet, haphazardly wrapping the white bed sheet around yourself, Jungkook steps inside.

“Maybe I should hang around your apartment more often,” he comments teasingly as he glances you up and down, and you scowl, knowing that he can tell how red your face has turned.

For the most part, you’re unfamiliar with Jungkook, but you know him. Everyone does. And for the most part, in return, he knows everyone. It’s his job to keep track of third level residents, after all, so he’d made a point to become acquainted with everyone. So, in the most basic sense, you know him. You’d encountered him maybe about a dozen time during your stay, and none had been unpleasant—in fact, you’d actually sort of taken a liking to his fun yet somewhat shy personality. But now—with him approaching you slowly, hidden intent marking his gaze—you’re wondering where that dash of shyness went, and if you’d ever known him at all.

“Y/N,” he beckons, voice calm. Jungkook extends his hand towards you, and your heart thrums, fingers twitching at your side because even though you have no goddamn clue as to why he’s here, he’s…tempting.

But you hold your ground, not giving in, your eyes narrowing at him.

“Why are you here?”

Jungkook grins and rolls his eyes. “You ask too many questions.”

Before you can blink, Jungkook is suddenly chest-to-chest with you, your nipples poking through the sheet and pressing into his sculpted chest.

“Hey–!” you begin to protest—because that’s the first damn question you’ve asked!—but Jungkook silences you with his lips, his tongue lapping up your surprised gasp and contented moan. Sadly, your contentment doesn’t last long—shattering the moment Jungkook grabs the end of the sheet you’re using to shield yourself and tugs—hard.

His strength obviously inhuman, you’re sent spinning and are only saved from sure disaster to yourself and your apartment by the fact that Jungkook grabs you—his hands steady on your waist as he waits for your head to stop spinning.

“You asshole!” is the first thing you cry, pounding your fist against his chest, knowing that he probably doesn’t even feel it. Having the balls to laugh at your futile efforts to detach yourself from him, Jungkook slips his hands down your sides—causing you to shiver—and grips each of your ass cheeks. He then proceeds to lift you up, leaning backwards so your chest is pressed flush to his, and without warning launches backwards and flies from your apartment window.

“Jungkook!” you scream, goosebumps prickling your skin as the night air rushes over you. Down below you can see buildings and a few scarce people in the late hours of the night, but that doesn’t fix your embarrassment in the least. Jungkook—the goddamn little shit of a guardian—is holding you by your ass, naked, and flying you over the entire damn city.

“Yes?” he finally responds, humor in his voice, and you match his gaze, eyes ablaze.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” you hiss in a harsh whisper, not wanting to be seen or heard, dear god. “Put me down this instant!”

“Yeah?” he grins, licking his lips, and all of the sudden his grip on your ass disappears. You startle, eyes going wide as you fall away from him.

“Wai–!”

Before you can even finish there’s a strong hand on your ankle, and you squeal as you flip upside down, hair falling down towards the fading city below.

Jungkook!” you scream, attempting to clench your legs together, but it seems Jungkook has already gotten a perfect eyeful of your attributes, his teasing gaze now filled with undeniable hunger.

“I’m jealous,” he says, flipping you with ease, cradling you in his arms as if you’re a princess. “But He’s already asked for you, so I can’t lay my claim.”

You blink, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. What the hell is he talking about?

“What? Who asked for me? What the fuck is going on, Jungkook. You literally just came into my home and stole me away—while I was naked, mind you, which is unkind—to me and everyone, considering no one needs to see what it is I’ve got going on.”

Jungkook snorts a laugh. “What you’ve got going on, Y/N, is something I wish I’d noticed sooner—”

“Oh hush. You’re a baby.”

Pausing, Jungkook’s gaze darkens, tinting with dominance, his eyes flashing a hypnotic color of red.

“If you ever come back to third level and are returned to my domain, I promise I’ll show just how wrong you are…”

You gulp, thighs tightening as the threat tugs on the orgasm which you had been unable to reach just a few minutes earlier. You want to ask him what he’d do—because dear god the thought is suddenly so wonderful to imagine—but more importantly…

“Why would I not come back to third level?? Jungkook, where the fuck are you taking me?”

“To your daddy devil.”

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I just wrote to the four people listed in this post about the cancellation of Sense8 and I thought I’d post what I said in case anyone wants a bit of an outline for what to write. Don’t write exactly what I said, obviously, or they’ll just be more likely to dismiss us all, but feel free to use this as a loose template for your own complaints.

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Chaptire 106 - The Escape to Tomorrow

Or, as the translation in my hands says, The Escape With No Tomorrow. 

One of these implies that everyone straight up dies in this chapter. So, like. That’s questionable. 

BUT ALSO CHI IS HERE. WHICH IS NICE? 

HELLO CHI. HOW ARE THINGS AS A POOL COVER GOING? 

Is the Splash Text talking about Fai or Ashura? Or neither? Is it from your perspective or someone else’s? 

More importantly, how are your fluffy bracelets still so fluffy underwater? 

The REAL mystery of Tsubasa finally revealed.

EXO Demon!AU Reaction to them all being destined to be with one girl

Xoxo, Admin A~

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/


Chanyeol:

*Demons can love, but they happen to be more than unlucky, they happen to have lost their hope, yet they still love… love with everything they’ve got* “Maybe… you are what they call hope, we don’t know it… but we’ve heard of it. Maybe you are my salvation… maybe you are the one”

Kris:

*Some would call him a guardian, some would tell you to stay away, some would say to run away. But he is the one watching you in the distance, no matter how much you insist you want to be close. He’s too scared, scared you’ll end up leaving him too* “That’s the kind of life we demons have, but you are the only thing I can’t lose. I can’t survive it and I’m scared my own lack of luck will push you away”

Sehun:

*He’s the definition of mischief, he’s dangerous, he tempts you, he sneaks at night and watches you sleep. He disappears, makes you miss him while he tries to control his demon side and let you live your normal life. Yet he can’t stay away, the connection between you two is strong* “Even if I’m a demon, do you think I would be able to hurt you? You the one that has proven I have a heart? No matter what I do I can’t stay away and you can’t either. We always come back to each other”

Tao:

*He would sneak in your dreams, make it seem he’s just an illusion. He would watch you from the shadows yet never show you his face. He would be there but not. He’s a demon, he’s selfish and wants you all by himself but the love is too strong, he knows the’s too dark to be good for you* “Maybe… one day it’ll be possible… maybe one day I won’t be that scary… you want to meet me but are you really sure of what you are wishing? Do you know what my existence means?“

Kai:

*He would hide it, try to control his dark self. But the bad runs in his veins, he has that reputation at school. Yet he wouldn’t dare to hurt you, even if that means staying away. But he can’t, he can’t just sit and watch other people getting close when you, as strange as it is, are his soulmate* “No one… no one hurts her. Not even you, or me. Got it? She’s the only light a demon can have, she’s the only reason I haven’t fallen deeper in the abyss. She’s my soulmate and I will protect her”

Xiumin:

*It’s been centuries, it’s been so long since the last time he was awake. He was reckless, dangerous, feared. The rumor he finally woke up again spread fast, they all fear the chaos may come again. And it might, but there’s a reason for his awakening. Redemption, salvation, you.* “I felt it the moment she arrived to this world, I felt her heart beating just as if it were mine. In all my demon life, this is the first time I felt alive.”

Baekhyun:

*He’s that kind of boy that gives you chills, his gaze paralyzes you and tells you to run, run fast, run away. But he’s like a magnet too, he’s the mystery you always wanted to solve, he’s the reason you stay awake at night. Just to see him, see how he appears in front of your window taking all the light in his hands and watches you, watches you as if it were the last time he would see you.* “You want to know who I am, what I am. You want to show me that light can be used in many different ways, that the darkness doesn’t scare you. Do you know I love you, me a demon that can’t love? Would you believe it if I walk to your room and let you see me closely?”

Luhan:

*You are drawn to him, you can’t help ti. It’s like being thirsty, like your whole body is thirsty, your soul craves for him. And so is he, he’s feeling, finally feeling. But he’s scared, scared it would be too much to take in, too much for you* “for centuries I haven’t felt a thing, and suddenly this all comes in. It’s too strong, too strong to take it all in. What if… what if in my passion I mess it all? I create the chaos I once did… but this time you get caught in it?”

Chen:

*He’s a demon… yes he is one and you know. But he is also fighting his demons, literally. Once a demon has found redemption, once a demon has found that hope you give him, you and him become a target. A demon that feels, how could that be? You are a threat in their world, because his need to protect you, his strong love makes him even more dangerous* “I can’t leave your side, I can’t pretend I’m not drawn to you. But my love means you are in danger, my love means chaos. I don’t want that life for you, but is your choice to make… will you accept that we are soulmates?”

Kyungsoo:

*Doing everything in his power to have you is just the beginning. A love that is not supposed to exist, a love that is forbidden. He knows what it means, he knows it could be his end, or the beginning of a new life. He never felt warmth, never felt something similar to the need of his soul for you, never even imagine he would feel a thing at all.* “You changed it all, you changed the definition of demons, you changed the meaning of my life if it ever had one, you changed my existence. Who are you? Who am I? What are we? Soulmates? Even in this hell, there are things worth fighting for. Even after being stuck here for centuries, I can escape. All thanks to you, my love”

Lay:

*How can it be, that his beautiful existence is also so dark. How can it be that the light you see in his eyes is caused only by you. He had explained a million times and yet you can’t understand how he can be so scared of himself, how he calls himself a dark being. You were never scared, he was always a part of you, and no matter what his nature meant, you were meant to be together. Nothing can change that, nothing will set you apart* “this is the moment I can say that it all was worth the suffering, everything I had encounter during this long life was worth it, because at the end… I could finally find you, my heart.”

Suho:

*It was be hard, getting close to him. It was dangerous, making him show you his face. It was scary, knowing all the rumors, myths and legends were real. But it never made you run away, you couldn’t. Something inside told you to stay, to help his lonely soul. And the you understood, the reason behind demons’ nature. The lack of affection, the lack of love and light. It’s all because they don’t know what humans do, that there’s always someone for us* “You knew but I didn’t… I wandered on this world for so long without a purpose, questioning why I lived. Until I saw your eyes, it all made sense. Why I was so different from the other creatures in this planet, I didn’t know, I didn’t know someone was meant to be with me”

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Boi, hi, I've been waiting for this. Could I request the RFA boys (+ V & Searan)'s reactions to finding out MC is a Victoria's Secret model and finding out by MC dragging them to a show before disappearing leaving them sitting alone for awhile before they walk out and yeah (I'm so sorry this is so long and I totally get if you don't want to write this. Have a great day!)

A/N: b o i you sent this in literally *right* after I opened requests and I giGGLED SO HARD AT YOUR ENTHUSIASM it really made my day, so i hope you like this ~Admin 404

ALSO Y'ALL, IT’S YA GIRLS BIRTHDAY TODAY (june 20) SO IF YA NEED ME I PROBABLY WON’T BE BACK UNTIL LATER TODAY, HAVE FUN, BEHAVE, I LOVE YOU

*YOOSUNG:

               -He was already red as hell and nervously sweating when you just mentioned taking him to the show

               -“Isn’t Victoria Secret that one… you know… sexy clothing store?”

               - yes, yes it is

               -The whole way there, he’s muttering to himself

               -Honestly trying to hold back tears because he feels so awkward

               -Wants to look at you and only you!! He doesn’t want you to feel bad about him looking at other partially naked women

               - WHAT IF HE GETS A BONER MC HE CANT HELP IT AND IT’LL BE PUBLIC WHY IN THE WORLD DID YOU BRING HIM HERE

               -Holds onto your wrist when you try to leave him there alone and you have to drag him a little bit before telling him that he’d be fine and you’d be back in just a little bit

               -He tries to fold himself up as much as possible to hide himself from the people giving him weird looks

               - it didn’t help

               -When the show started, a small shriek rose up from the back of his throat and he covered his eyes with his hands, though he peeked through his fingers because his curiosity got the best of him

               -But the first person he saw was you? And you were in some absolutely gorgeous, lacey, and very short nightgowns? Where are your pants? Are you in jUST UNDERWEAR? ARE THOSE WINGS??

               -The poor boy has a full blown nose bleed. His face is as red as Saeyoung’s hair. He’s stuttering and muttering to himself because he has absolutely no (comprehensive) words

               -He struggles to look you in the eye after the show! Kept trying for a solid hour to compliment you but the words kept getting stuck on his tongue.

               -That night he held you cautiously, but still close enough to feel his heart race

               -Like, wow, he’s dating a mODEL! He knew you were beautiful inside and out but it’s just amAZING! He would have never expected it

*ZEN:

               -“Why are we going to a fashion show?”

               -“I’m beautiful, I should be one of the models!”

               - thanks for being modest zen

               -You didn’t tell him what kind of fashion show, but he agreed to go anyway

               -Famous people are always seen at these things, he feels like he fits in!

               -He was so ready to compliment the hell out of you to make sure you know he’s got all eyes for you

               -But when he turned back to you, you were gone?

               -P A N I C

               -Before he could look around for you though, the show started

               -And the people behind him were grumbling about him being in their way so he sat down and silently hoped that maybe you just excused yourself to the restroom

               -But as the show started, he watched as multiple models walked out in different sorts of lingerie

               -He felt so AWKWARD! He just wanted you to come back so he could focus on you instead of these other wome-

               -There was one model that captured his eye and he thought she was just absolutely breathtaking. Just by the curve of your face, let alone your hips, he knew it was you

               -He couldn’t help himself, he cheered for you like it was a football game people had to pull him down to his seat

               -He practically lifted you into the air and spun you around afterwards, showering you in more compliments than usual (which is a lot). Reminded you constantly throughout the rest of the night how proud he was of you!

               -Also had to use all of his willpower to fight the inner beast the rest of the night

*JAEHEE:

               -She’s always wanted to attend fashion shows, but has always been way too busy

               -Not to mention she didn’t even get to go to any for work reasons damn jumin

               -So she was extremely excited to hear that you were going to bring her to one!

               -She likes any and all information about where the two of you go so she was very shaken by the fact that you wouldn’t tell her what kind of show this was

               -What if it was a super fancy fashion show and she wasn’t presentable? What if it was super casual and she’s too dressed up? WHAT IF IT WAS SECRETLY A STRIP CLUB AND YOU DIDN’T TELL HER

               -She was trying to get you to give her hints about what kind of show this was

               -Actually got frustrated when you didn’t give her any sort of hint

               - acts like a child and pouts, completely ignoring you

               -Simply nods her head in acknowledgement when you excuse yourself

               -The music started to play not long after that and she started to get really giggly and excited! But there was no sign of you?

               -She figured she would just record the show until you made it back, so you could watch it later on when you were home!

               -The moment she got her phone ready, she hit record and looked down at the lit up screen

               -But when she did look, all she saw was you? Walking down the catwalk? In some very revealing lingerie?

               -Had to do a double-take from the screen and up at the stage to make sure it was truly you

               -And holy shit??? Like, you go girl?? 10/10 she was so excited to see you up there, strutting your stuff!

               -Any outfit you had modeled, she planned on buying matching outfits for the two of you as soon as possible

*JUMIN:

               -He’s tried to avoid any type of show at all costs

               -It’s just not his type of scene, you know?

               -Watching all these women strut around in ridiculous outfits, acting high and mighty, wanting nothing but attention (so he thought)

               -He just wanted to take this day off, sit at home with his precious girls (you and Elizabeth, obviously), and relax

               -Instead, you had begged him to come to this show, which you wouldn’t even tell him the theme of

               -And of course he agreed, you’re his beloved and he wanted to do anything he could to make you happy

               -If that meant he had to watch this agonizing show, then he would

               - he only wished he could have his wine as well

               - honestly thought about sneaking in a flask because he hated these things that much

               -Whined like a child when you told him to stay put because you’d be right back

               -“But MC! I dislike these things, you can’t truly expect me to stay here alone, can you?”

               -You left anyway, and found your way to the stage, only to walk out and see Mr. Trustfund Kid’s jaw clench- his whole body moving forward to the edge of his seat, a hand covering his mouth and his eyebrows knitted together

               -He was pleasantly surprised to see you walk out in some gorgeous lingerie

               -But he was also immediately jealous of every other pair of eyes that set on you and your body

               -He swore to himself that you’ll know for sure that you’re his and only his later that night

               -Not to mention that every set of lingerie featured in the show would soon be in your closet for a private, up-close showing for him and only him

*SAEYOUNG:

               -He doesn’t get out much

               -But if you wanna go somewhere, then he! Is! Going! Somewhere!

               -Whatever you want to do, he will do it for you!

               -You want to go to some sort of fashion show?

               -He probably won’t enjoy it, since it’s not really something he’s into, but he will still go with you to make you happy

               -Every fashion show he’s ever seen had such ridiculous outfits

               -He’s hoping they’re just as terrible this time so he has something to make jokes about and keep himself entertained

               -Lowkey threw a hissy fit when you told him you were leaving for a little bit

               -He was there for you! You can’t leave

               -“Fine if you won’t sit and stay then I’ll make fun of the outfits by myself”

               -When the music started he sat forward, completely ready to slaughter the first outfit with insults

               -Except it was really cute. And sexy. And oN YOU.

               -He literally fell out of his chair onto the floor, people had to help him get back up

               -Not before he turned as red as his hair, though

               -From then on, every time you came on stage, he would whoop and howl, causing you to almost lose your cool a couple of times

               - ends up surprising you weeks later wearing that same lingerie for you, wink wonk

*V:

               -He’s been to many shows

               -Well okay he’s photographed many shows

               -Never sat and enjoyed one himself

               -But completely willing to go with you! He enjoys the art of the fashion

               -Doesn’t even matter what kind of show, he is 500% ready and willing to go

               -Of course he has his camera too, but not to take pictures of the models!

               -He wanted to take pictures of your reactions, how the bright lights shine on your face, how you can see the passion in your eyes

               -HE WAS SO EXCITED, AAAAAA

               -When the music started he was worried about you missing the show

               -He didn’t want to photograph the sadness in your eyes!

               -But he looked up at the stage to see you, walking out from behind the curtain with upmost confidence

               -Shining bright, dripping in sexiness, and giving off a “I’m a badass” vibe

               -And he. was. lOVING IT.

               -It made him so nervous to see his precious angel like that but he knew he couldn’t miss the opportunity

               -So every time you came out in any outfit, he was sure to take the most amazing photos of you, in an attempt to capture how much love he has for you in each one

               - wants a private photoshoot behind the scenes afterwards, wink wonk

*SAERAN:

               -You thought Saeyoung hating getting out of the house?

               -We all know Saeran is 10 times worse

               -You are physically dragging him to this show because he’s so against it

               -“Why the fuck would I want to watch people parading around the stage in stupid outfits”

               -Because?? Just go with me anyway??

               -He’s holding onto your arm, letting his feet drag against the floor when you try to leave him in the crowd alone

               -“Saeran I need to go do something!” “Oh no, you are NOT leaving me alone with ALL THESE PEOPLE”

               -You did leave him alone though, and he is LIVID.

               -He planned on not talking to you for the remainder of the night because of it. Maybe he’d keep up the silent treatment until tomorrow. Who knows?

               -The loud music started to play and he already hated everything about this

               -He watched as a few women walked out on stage, each in a progressively more revealing outfit

               -Until his arms unfolded when he saw you in this sexy bra and panties set

               -Matching them to the large wings hanging behind you

               -Immediately snapping photos on his phone for later blackmail

               - and also using them as research references to get those outfits for later

               - practically pounces you behind the stage, attacking your whole body in kisses



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Request: Taking a break

Request: Can you do a hap imagine where it’s in his pov and reader makes him really jealous and he bugs out but the end is smut/fluffy

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: smut

Originally posted by lolsthecat

They were on a break. However, for Happy Lowman, there wasn’t such thing as ‘a break’, they were together or they were not. He wanted to be with her of course, but in the end of the day, it was Y/N’s choice, it always had been. She had said they should ‘take a break’ and, obviously, they had an argument. Happy’s mood had been the worst since that day. People were arriving at the clubhouse for Friday night as he angrily watched them. It wouldn’t be the same without Y/N.

“Give me a beer”, he asked Chucky, who was behind the bar. Gemma was there too and raised an eyebrow at him. Happy grabbed his beer and walked to the door. He was about to walk out when he bumped into Y/N.

“Sorry”, she mumbled and then looked up. Her smiled faded a little when she noticed Happy standing in front of her, “Hap”

“What are you doing here?”, he asked and sounded angrier than he actually was. He was surprised to see her, Y/N had been avoiding the clubhouse since their break up. Happy was also glad to see her, he had missed Y/N.

“I’m came to see my friends”, Y/N creased her brow, “Gemma said it was okay. She told me you and Kozik were in Tacoma”

“We got home an hour ago”, Happy clenched his jaw as breathed in her perfume. It was inebriating and he loved it, “Kozik wanted to get back soon”

“I didn’t know”, Y/N bit her lip, “I think I should go home then”

“Don’t be silly”, Gemma’s voice made them look behind Happy, where the bikers’ queen was standing, “We’ve missed you Y/N. Come on, have a drink with me”

Y/N had no choice, Gemma held her wrist and guided Y/N inside the clubhouse. Happy watched them walking away. Y/N was wearing jeans and a black top that showed her back. He swallowed as he noticed her naked shoulder, where his crow would fit perfectly. His crow. He wished he had asked her before the break up.

They had been together for more than a year. Some thought it was time enough, others said it was too soon, but Happy had fell for her. Hard. And he was sure she was the one. He had thought they were happy together and fear was something Happy Lowman never felt, but he was afraid to lose her. However, he also had hesitated and now he was paying the price. Y/N had walked out his door and he had done nothing to stop her. Happy regret it, he regret it a lot.

Happy watched Y/N from afar. She walked around greeting friends and sat between Lyla and Tara on the couch. He barely heard his brothers asking him to play pool. He accepted, but couldn’t concentrate on the game, his eyes kept going back to Y/N. He looked again to the couch where she had been with the girls, but she was gone. Happy found Y/N dancing with Lyla. Her movements didn’t seem so natural and sexy as he remembered, something was bothering her and Y/N couldn’t just let go and have fun. He quit the game and walked back to the bar, asking Chuck to look for an specific song. It was her favorite and when it came on Y/N looked around but couldn’t find him. She spun around with Lyla and finally could dance more naturally.

He enjoyed to watched her, but Happy noticed he wasn’t the only one. A hangaround had been watching Y/N too and the man licked his lips when he finished his beer. He left the bottle on the table and walked toward the dance floor. Happy knew that look, he wanted Y/N and would make a move over her soon. They were on that damn ‘break’, but, for Happy, Y/N still was his girl and no other man would touch her. Happy marched to the dance floor and blocked the man’s path.

“Get lost”, he barked. The man looked up at Happy, smirking. The booze was making him brave.

“Happy?”, Y/N called behind him, but he didn’t look at her. Happy glared at the man until a friend came to help, saying he didn’t want to get in a fight with the Killer. The guy realized who was in front of him and decided to listen his friend. Happy turned around to look at Y/N, who had her arms crossed. She just shook her head and passed by him on her way to the back of the club. She slammed the bathroom door behind her before Happy could reach her.

“He had been watching you”, Happy raised his voice, “He was going to hit on you”

“You should have let me handle it Hap”, he heard Y/N sigh, “I knew I should have gone home”

“Yeah, you should”, Happy mumbled, leaning against the wall. Y/N opened the bathroom door and narrowed her eyes at him.

“Don’t worry Lowman”, she hissed, “I’m going home now”

“No”, Happy grabbed her arm, “That’s not what I meant. You broke up with me and now you show up at the club and… Damn, do you know how much I’ve missed you? You look gorgeous, then you were dancing and I was loving to watch you, but all the men were looking at my girl too. Yeah, I got jealous, you’re MY girl!”

“We’re on a break Happy”, Y/N sighed.

“Yeah, I know”, he whispered and pulled her closer, “I should have said all these things before, maybe you wouldn’t have left me”

“I didn’t leave you”, she looked from Happy’s eyes to his lips as she touched his face, “I needed time to think”

“Think about what?”, he trembled under her touch, Happy had missed it.

“About us”, Y/N whispered, still tracing his jaw with her fingertips, “About where we were going. Where are we going Hap? How long this will last?”

“Forever”, Happy blurted, surprising her and claiming her lips. Y/N melted on his arms and Happy easily lifted her, walking to his bedroom. He kicked the door closed behind them and put Y/N back on her feet. They didn’t stop kissing as she unbuckled his belt and Happy shrugged off his kutte. She whined when he pulled back to take his shirt off. Y/N locked her eyes with his as she took off her black top and opened her jeans. Happy stopped her and gently laid Y/N down on his bed. 

He hovered over her, softly kissing her lips. Y/N cupped his face and kissed Happy back, pulling him closer. His hands roamed down her body, reminding both how good they were together. Happy moved his lips to her neck, trailing a path of kisses toward her abdomen. Y/N caressed his arms and back, breathing faster and deeper. He took off her heels, pulled her jeans off and kissed her legs. He got rid of his own boots and jeans before kneel in front of her. “Baby girl?”, he looked up at Y/N. It was obvious what they wanted to do and he didn’t want to stop, but Happy needed her answer.

“Yes”, she whimpered, “I need you Hap”

He growled and put her panties aside, exposing her. Happy kissed her inner thighs as Y/N squirmed. He slowly ran his finger through her folds, watching Y/N lose control under his touch. He kissed her soft flesh and licked her, savored her. Happy couldn’t get enough of his girl, he was a hungry man, he had missed her and had been deprived from her for too long for his taste. He took his time, sucking her clit and licking her pussy until Y/N was a moaning mess. She bucked up her hips up and Happy pinned her on the mattress. He didn’t stop the oral sex until she was trembling, pleasure taking over her body.

“Oh Happy”, Y/N moaned and caressed his scalp. Happy kissed her thighs and his way up her body. He kissed her, making Y/N taste herself on his mouth. Happy shut his eyes hard when she palmed him over the boxers. He wanted to be inside her, badly. “Make love to me Hap”, she asked, kissing his lips and cheeks.

“Yes”, he breathed and pushed his boxers down his legs. Y/N spread her legs for him, gasping when Happy pushed inside her in one thrust. They looked inside each other’s eyes and he stopped to give her time. 

“I missed you”, Y/N whispered and kissed him. Happy fiercely kissed her, sucking her low lip as he pulled out of her.

“I missed you too”, he confessed, sliding inside her again. Y/N welcomed him, wrapped her legs around his waist and held Happy close. He moved slowly, taking his time with her, making love. Each thrust took them closer and closer to the orgasm; Happy held back until he feel her close too, “Are you coming baby girl?”

“Yes”, she whined and moaned louder.

“Yeah, I can feel it. Come with me, come on”, Happy’s words were enough to make her let it go. Her walls clenching around him were enough too; Happy hid his face on her neck as he came too. Y/N whispered his name and kissed his shoulder, caressing his back. He didn’t want to leave her, Happy wished they could stay like that. Still inside her, he held Y/N close and laid down with her, her leg around his waist. She tried to move and he growled, “Stay like this please”

“I’m not going anywhere”, Y/N said and kissed his chest.

“Really?”, he traced her spine with his fingers, “‘Cause I’m so sick of this break up thing. I want you back”

“I want to come back”, she admitted, but Happy heard the hesitation on her voice.

“But?”, he tilted his head back to look at her.

“But, to be honest, I need more Hap”, Y/N sadly looked at him, bringing her hand up to cup his face.

“You need to know if we’re gonna last”, he kissed her palm and locked his eyes with hers, “I just told you Y/N. Forever”

Y/N blinked a few times and took a deep breath, “Are you serious Hap?”

“Yes”, he rested his hand over her shoulder, “I want my crow right here”

“Your crow?”, Y/N’s eyes widened. Happy smirked and kissed her.

“I want you to have it and I should have asked you a long time ago”, he confessed, “Say yes. Please”

“Yes”, Y/N smiled and kissed him. Happy held her tighter; he would never let her go again, that time apart were the worst days of his life. “Happy”, she giggled when he nibbled her ear and he loved to listen that sound again, “Should we take a break? I mean, get something to drink”

“No”, he grunted and moved to be on top of her, “I hate taking breaks”

“Yeah”, Y/N moaned when he leaned to suck her breast, “I hate that do”

Castle on the Hill

Made friends and lost them through the years

Everything looked the same, the houses the streets even the sign that held the towns name looked the same. Riverdale like all small towns never change, maybe that’s why your heart felt warmer as you passed the welcome too sign. You hadn’t lived in Riverdale for ten years yet as your parents drove down the roads you still remember all the memories you had here as a child.

Passing Betty and Archie’s house made reality hit you the fact you hadn’t been here in ten years all your friends would of grown up without you. All the promises you made to keep in touch disappeared when you left the small town. How was you suppose to face them in school tomorrow when they had probably forgotten you.

“I can’t believe we managed to get the old house back, how crazy is that Y/N you’ll be back in your old room before you know it”

You don’t acknowledge what your father had said instead you kept staring out the window. Your old house, your old room being able to see the treehouse the one thing linked to the one person who you hoped forgot about you.

~“Jug I don’t want to leave you, your my best friend in the whole world”

“I know Y/N I wish you could live here with me but you gotta stay with your parents but promise me you’ll write”

“I promise Jughead I promise”~

Just kids you’d managed to keep writing to him until you stopped. You were too busy or well you knew the truth you’d forgotten. You hoped that Jughead had forgotten you that way him seeing you would hurt less.

Unpacking wasn’t hard you made sure the curtains of your room were shut so you wouldn’t be met with the pain of what was, what could never be again. By the time everyone had unpacked no one was in the mood to cook so there was only one place on your mind.

“I’ve rung Pop’s Y/N do you mind going to pick it up if you remember the way” you roll your eyes at your mother how could you forget the best joint in town.

Like everything else in Riverdale Pop’s hadn’t changed the dinner was radiating light in the almost dark night. Once inside you felt once again at home remembering the burgers and the shakes you use to stuff down as a kid.

“Hi um pick up for Y/L/N”

“Be just a minute Hun” you nodded to the cook before taking a seat in a booth. A few rows down you could see some kids your age the three of them looked like they were having a good night. But something about the back of two of the heads seems familiar.

“Order for Y/L/N” you stood up ready to grab the paper bag but before you could something, well more like someone caught your eye.

A blacked hair boy that had a crown shaped beanie on his head, as he went to climb over the girl and sit next to her his eyes caught yours. It couldn’t be but of course it was you knew that at some point it would happen maybe better here then in school. The boy and girl opposite him turned to look at you as well, it was the three of them. The three people that in your childhood life meant the most to you.

“Y/N?” Betty was the first to speak up scrambling over Archie she ran towards you engulfing you into a hug.

“Hi Betty” your voice sounding thin as if you were ready to brake down into tears. Archie was next not saying anything he pulled Betty away from you only to have her join again once his now strong arms were around you.

The raven haired girl just stood confused as to why her friends were acting this way. Archie and Betty finally pulled away from you though Betty kept your hand in hers to make sure it was actually you.

“I can’t believe it” his voice was the one to brake the silence, he moved around the girl to stand meters away from you. You was ready for whatever the boy was going to scream at you how he would react.

“Hi Jug” you breath out a name you thought a few months ago you would never say again.

“Ten years and all I get is a hi Jug” you bite the inside of your cheek ready for the rest of the words to come falling out of his mouth. But instead of harsh words you get him hugging you holding you close to him, something new as you still remember that he was never much of a hugger. When you pull away he has somewhat of a smile on his face. Yours showing completely as you stand in-between all your old friends.

“Y/N I’m Veronica since these losers would introduce me” you take Veronica’s hand shaking it before you realise that you should of been home ten minutes ago with food for your parents.

“Guys is love to stay honest I wish I could but I gotta get these burgers back to my parents, Betty, Archie catch up tomorrow I swear we have to walk to school like always” you smile squeezing their hands.

“Veronica I can’t wait to get to know you more, come on Jug be the gentleman and walk me home?” In your heart though you knew you just needed to talk to him more.

He waves bye to the others who completely understand why you asked him Betty and Archie probably filling in Veronica on the relationship between you and Jughead. Both of you saying a finale goodbye before Jughead grabs the paper bag and your hand and walking out the door.

“I’m sorry” both of you say at the same time, a small blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“Let’s not talk about it,kinda both our faults but you’re back now that’s what matters, what I hope is for good”

“I don’t think I ever want to leave this place again, I don’t wanna ever leave you again Jug”

“That’s good enough for me” and like that you was walking hand in hand like you did as children chasing the sunset.

Why aren’t there more Labyrinth AU’s? Not for Labyrinth, but other shows. Like, Dean accidentally wishing Sam away, completely unintentionally, when telling Sam about how he use to secretly want to wish Sam away but never did, which leads to ribbing back and forth, until teasingly Dean pops off with a “yeah, well, I wish the goblins would come and take you away right now” possibly because Sam just told the waitress that his big brother believed in goblins and fairies, EXCEPT OH WAIT.

You know the drill, 13 hours to solve the laybyrinth and win Sam back, yada yada, except with Castiel as the Goblin King (w/ far less glitter or hair extensions, and probably as a punishment from the angels for having loved and fought for humanity at some point in history, so he was removed from them and made into a thing humans feared, but hey, he gets to rescue unwanted children and find them proper homes, so he’s not exactly complaining??).

Then we have Dean struggling to solve the labyrinth in the time limit, with run-ins and sexual tension with Castiel, an odd collection of unlikely allies, and Sam who’s having a blast in Castiel’s library with all the books on magic and lore, because Sam’s an adult and Castiel can’t force him to stay beyond the thirteen hour time-challenge.

And along the way, Dean and Castiel fall into serious attraction with each other, not love, though, not yet, but definitely something they’re willing to explore once Dean has won and Sam returned (and asking if he can come back sometime, like wtf, Sam, do you know what I just went through???), and Dean takes a moment to renegotiate Castiel in his head. “So this is really what you do? Steal babies?” “How can I steal what is given to me, Dean?”

And ultimately, it leads to the Underground and Goblin City being ruled by two kings, with a very wise and studious advisor, as well as a motely crew of friends and family making up the royal fae court.

Cue glitter fall.

Out of Feathers, Out of Bones [an elucien epistolary fic] part 1

Elain travels Prythian learning to accept her new life and powers, but better than any glittering court is her tentative correspondence with her mate. (rated g, set post-acowar so minor spoilers)

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Originally posted by angelkarafilli

Lady Elain,

I hope this letter finds you well. And I also hope it isn’t overly presumptuous of me to send this at all. I wrote to Feyre a month ago, telling her I’d be longer in the spring court than I planned; They need all the assistance they can get reorganizing after the war. Is it right to call it a war when it lasted less than a month? The extended skirmish. No, sorry, that makes it sound silly, and the death toll was

I’ve already restarted this letter four times, and Tamlin does not possess an unlimited supply of stationery, so I’m going to keep going. My apologies for that babbling and any in the rest.

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Writer’s Block 4.237

I intended to get this churned out in little blocks and post every 2k words. This is actually 3k, so consider the extra 1,000 words my apology. It seems even a little bit takes two weeks these days! But it’s getting closer. This is all cheese and fluff. And unedited! Please don’t point out my mistakes :) lol. I will crawl into a hole and die! 4.1 is here and you can find the first 3 here. 

Originally posted by kolaicendionysos

I’m warm, and comfortable. And flat on my stomach with my face in the mattress. The sun is peeking through the tiny slits in the blinds over my bed. There’s a soft snore next to me and I open one eye, letting a slow smile take over my face. Blonde bed hair sticks up from beneath arms as Peeta lays face down with his head buried in a pillow, elbows jutting out from underneath it. I normally enjoy sleeping alone, but that’s obviously because I have no idea what I’m missing.

Oddly, I’m not alarmed in the slightest by his presence on my couch - bed. I’m also not ready to remove myself from this scenario, so I roll towards him and lift his arm, burrowing into him. He releases a soft groan and repositions himself on his side so we fit together better, then tightens his hold on me. I don’t want to disturb our peace, so I say nothing. Neither does he.

I must fall back asleep because I’m jolted awake by a surprised Peeta sitting straight up, and I almost tumble off the side of the bed and onto the floor. He grabs my waist and when we lock eyes my stomach falls. His eyes are wide and wild, like he doesn’t know where he is. I hope it’s not regret I see there.

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Inkborne (tester intro)

This is entirely @the-vampire-inside-me’s fault. Completely and utterly. And all the Inkborne AU art they drew (gorgeous stuff).

This is only a tiny thing, and I’m still working things out and testing ideas, but I’m finally working on this story! This is only an intro at the moment, but I thought I’d let you see. I hope you like it!

(PS. I am still working on the Henry and the Ink Machine story in case you were wondering, I just wanted to give this a go today.)


Dear Henry,

It’s been some time hasn’t it? Amazing how 30 years just flies by. How have things been?

Sorry, I shouldn’t be making small talk if I have a point to get to, I remember you always hated that, so I’ll just get to it.

Yharnam has changed in your absence, and I am finding it difficult to hold onto the past. There is something I wish to show you, and I would very much like to see you again; you are very welcome in my home. I trust you remember where it is?

Your friend,

Joey Drew

PS. If you come across someone calling themselves ‘Bendy’, please take care of them, they are a close friend.

 

Henry folded the letter for what felt like the hundredth time, tucking it back into its wax sealed envelope and slipped it into his breast pocket. He had been travelling for many days because of the missive, and had grown tired from his voyage.

Yharnam has changed’ the message read. He had heard tell of strange things occurring within the old city’s boundaries, but never more than whispers of truth, stories growing more wild through each mouth. It was just as likely for an army of rats to have taken over the city as it was for the moon to have bled into the reservoirs and poisoned everyone in some people’s eyes.

Now he was stood before the great city though, Henry could see where some such thoughts could have surfaced. It was drawing close to dusk, and he could see barely a dozen lights lit throughout the vast expanse of the metropolis. It looked as though the city was dying, but it refused to vanish just yet.

When he had once lived there it had been a bustling and beautiful place. This wasn’t even a shadow of that time.

His time, first as a soldier and now as a Hunter, was warning him that this place was far from safe, and he felt his nerves stand on end. He wanted his axe in hand, ready for battle, but he held himself steady as he made his way through the gates; wouldn’t want to make a bad impression.

“Alright Joey,” he muttered under his breath as he steered his horse down the first of the cobbled streets, “I’m here. What is it you wanted to show me?”

Often (Sebastian Stan Imagine)

A/N: young!seb what else do you need? 

Song Inspiration: Often by Abhi Dijon 

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Cold hands and beer cans
That’s how we used to chill

“How do you always have the hook-ups when it comes to alcohol, Seb?” Y/N marveled at the cooler filled with beer cans and hard liquor. “Seriously, holy shit. And where do you get the money from?”

“Don’t stress about it.” He gave her a toothy grin. “Let’s just get fucked up tonight, yeah?”

She smirked, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Let’s do it.”

You took the Dodge from your mom
And parked it up the hill

On top of Signal Hill, Y/N and Sebastian would sit on the hood of his father’s car and drink and laugh and eat and stay there for hours. Y/N wasn’t a party girl. She never got drunk with anyone else besides him. She was a good student, always have and always will be. He, on the other hand, is okay. He hangs on his schoolwork with the usual C’s, sometimes B’s when he’s lucky. 

But they were best friends. They were best friends since their high school freshman year. Ever since he bumped into her twenty times a week on the way to his classes. The universe just kept giving them signals that they should be in each other’s lives.

Although Sebastian thought they were being pushed together because it was their destiny, Y/N, at the time, didn’t think so. She was being chased after by a guy, a year older than them both when their friendship first started. The boy was popular already, making the varsity team of all the sports he joined. The typical jock falls for the cute nerd type of love story.

But Sebastian stuck around in hopes that one day, her feelings will reciprocate his. 

You said
“I can’t wait forever”

“I wanna be an actor.” He exclaimed aloud, taking a swig from his Budweiser can. “I wanna be an actor and I wanna be known for what I do. I think that’s why I’m not the best in school. Because its not a way to express yourself creatively, you get me?”

Y/N just laughed, glancing at him. “Dude, you’re just pissed drunk right now. Which you shouldn’t be because you’re driving, loser.”

“Oh, shit.” Sebastian said, his eyes widening in realization. “We can crash here for a few hours right? The seats recline.”

“The things I do for you Stan.”

“Oh yes because reclining a chair and sleeping on it is such hard work compared to me putting my life on the line every time I pick up our drinks from some sketchy guy in an alley. Sure, Y/N.”

“Hey, you said it was no problem!” Y/N argued. “I never asked for you to do that, you did that all on your own.”

“You’re right, sweetheart. Blame me.” He couldn’t help but stare at her face as the words left his lips. “But seriously, I wanna be an actor.”

“But seriously, if that’s really something you wanna pursue, then I’m 110% behind you for that.” 

Verse from a radio
Feet above the wheel

“Ugh, tell me again why we do this every month when we get this sick afterwards?” Y/N groaned, leaning against the car window as she props her feet up the dashboard.

“Oh, suck it up. You’re almost 21, you need to get used to this because once we’re legal, we’re hitting every bar in town.”

“Seb, we have 5 more years until we’re 21, we’re barely 17.” She chuckled. “And you do realize drinks cost money, right? Are you gonna be working?”

“Well duh!” Seb made a face at her. “Actor, remember?”

“Oh yeah, my bad Mr. DiCaprio.”

“Mr. Stan.” He corrected. “Just wait on it, Y/N. People will know my name.”

Y/N smiled. For a second she felt sober. She wanted to remember the look on his face as he talked about his passion. “I have no doubt that that will happen, Seb.”

“Thanks, Y/N.” Seb’s smile became wider as a familiar tune filled their ears. “I love this song.”

She just watched him as he screamed out lyrics to an irrelevant song. Sebastian made up his own drunken dance moves and stumbled over lyrics but he was having the time of his life. Y/N knew that there was no way she would let him walk out of her life. Not soon, not ever. 

Leaning back in the backseat
It’s like the world was still

“I wish I could stay in this moment forever.” 

The sky was dark but the city was lit up. With all the lights from buildings and show lights on the busy Saturday night. It was 11:30 PM and they could hear the faint noises coming from a concert a few miles back. 

Seb looked over at Y/N who was leaned against her palm, tapping her finger along with a random beat in her head. He thought she was beautiful. She was glowing. Always, no matter what she did, no matter the time of day. She was always glowing. The feelings he had for her were insane. It was killing him to keep them hidden. He watched the many, many, guys try to get with her with flowers and cards and chocolates. But she turns them down almost every time. He was relieved every time she does it. It gives Seb more time to make his own move on her.

“Do I have something on my face or something?”

“No, no.” He looked away immediately, looking at his side mirror. “I didn’t realize I was dozing off in your direction.”

“Oh, okay.” 

You said
“I can’t wait forever”

“I like you.” Seb blurted out after fifteen minutes of utter silence between them. It wasn’t awkward, it was rather comfortable. “Scratch that, I’m in love with you.”

“Seb, you’re drunk.”

“Exactly.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If I wasn’t drunk, I wouldn’t have had the guts to tell you this. Y/N, I’m in love with you.”

“Seb, we both know you’re just too out of it right now. We’ll talk about this when you’re sober.”

“Y/N.” He whined. “Listen to me. I am sober enough to know that my feelings for you are real. They have been here since you were dating what’s his name? The jock guy?”

“Matthew?”

“Yeah, him. I have had feelings for you since Matthew was in your life.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, “That was two years ago.”

“I waited two years to tell you how I feel. I couldn’t wait anymore. I can’t wait forever.”

I remember the windows were fogging
And we were nodding off ‘cause we both were drunk

The car windows were foggy the next morning. They rolled all of them all the way up to keep as much coldness out of the car. Y/N got cold easily. 

In the middle of the night, Sebastian woke up and took off his hoodie and draped it over her body. He knew her cardigan wouldn’t be enough. Y/N slept with two blankets during summer nights. 

Sebastian dreamt that he never said anything to her that night and that their friendship was still bulletproof. He was afraid now because when he wakes up again and she remembers it all, what would she say? Does she feel the same way? Does she not?

He barely slept that night. And the car seat being uncomfortable wasn’t the only reason why. 

I had my hands in your pockets
And a cop came and he woke us up softly
I think of that often

Sebastian woke up to a light tapping on the car window. He rubbed his eyes, squinting as the blinding sun pierced through the windshield. He rolled down the window to see a policeman. 

“Son, the park is closed at this hour. I’m gonna have to ask you guys to leave.”

“Yes, of course, officer.” Seb apologized, starting the engine. “I’m sorry.”

As he pulled away from the parking spot, he took a glance at Y/N’s sleeping state. Her hands somehow found their way inside the pockets of his hoodie. It was a sigh he wanted to remember forever. 

It was only 6:27 AM, he didn’t expect her to wake up until at least two hours from now. He reminded himself to drive slowly to not cause her to stir so much. He watched out for little dips in the road and kept the radio turned off for the one hour ride home. 

He didn’t want to wake Y/N up. He was dreading her response.

Do you remember that letter I sent you
That winter when we were seventeen?

“So you’re gonna be gone the whole winter break?”

Y/N nodded, “Yeah seems like it, and a little bit after that.” 

“That sucks.” He frowned. “Who am I supposed to spend Christmas with now?”

“Your family, dummy!” She laughed. “Spend time with them. It’s the holidays.”

“They’re not as fun as you, but okay.” Sebastian wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “I guess I’ll just have to mail your present to you.”

“Thanks, Seb.” Y/N’s gaze shifted and she was looking at her feet. “About the other night…”

His heart started beating fast, removing his arm from her body slowly. “What night?”

“The night at Signal Hill.”

“Oh, that night.” He laughed. “I don’t remember anything from that night.”

Y/N’s heart broke. He was just drunk. He didn’t feel the way she did. That was just plain obvious. But of course he felt the same way, he was just too chicken to risk if she feels the same too.

Sayin’ that I wish we’d get married
And we could pack our bags and run away from all our problems
I think of that often

“Dear Y/N,

I told you I would mail your present to you. Did you think I was playing? I don’t play like that.

Well, merry christmas. I have a lot to say to you that I never said before. First off, I’m so glad you’re in my life and that you’ve stuck around for two years dealing with me and my problems. I can’t imagine my life without you now. Second of all, I hate the idea of us moving to New York together. It’s so overpopulated there. It doesn’t seem that great- wait actually, scratch that. As long as I’m with you, I’ll live in an overpopulated, crappy city.

Lastly, Signal Hill. I remember everything from that night. Every detail. I don’t know why I didn’t tell you before. But I am in love with you. I’m so in love with you that it hurts me sometimes. You make me feel things I never thought I could ever feel. You make me feel like how they feel in the rom-com movies you drag me to. Like that. I look at you and I think, ‘wow, i can marry this girl.’ Maybe that’s too straight forward for you but I don’t really care anymore. I’m tired of hiding out.

I love you, Y/N Y/L/N. So so much. Merry Christmas.

- S. STAN. xx”

I’m wishin’ I could find you
I’m wishin’ I could tell you something
I think of you often

“Seb?”

He turned around to see a face he hasn’t seen in two months. Y/N. “You’re back! Oh my gosh, you’re back. How was the trip?”

She stayed silent for a while. “I’m in love with you, too.”

-

My Last Imagine: Kiss Me Slowly (Bucky Barnes Imagine)

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