i wonder if that is my favourite shirt under that jacket

Bet On Me

Reggie x Reader

A/N: This is my first ever fic and I hope you all like it!! Requests for all other Riverdale characters are open!! (This is my first fic because Reggie is bae)

Word Count: 3369

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst, violence, heavy make-out session (is that even a warning?)

Summary: Reggie is dared to date Y/N, the sweet and popular untouched cheerleader. He does so, although not expecting to fall for her in the process.

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You Had Me At Hello


Description: Phil’s a battered kid with a fucked up worldview who smokes constantly and can’t find it in himself to care. Dan’s a timid boy with a stutter who cares far too much. They’re the perfect complement; two broken teens with a similar taste in music and bleak humor. 

Warnings: Self harm references, smut, existentialism and passive suicidality, smoking (weed and cigarettes), alcohol, cursing, mentions of domestic abuse, deep conversations, definitely triggering content for those who have difficulty finding meaning in life.

Word count: 9.6k (damn)


Dan ran down the street, his feet hitting the asphalt in rapid succession. Not that he could hear that. His head was elsewhere, his ears covered by huge headphones that he had accidentally smashed the month before. But they still worked decently, so he didn’t care enough to get a new pair. He swung open the door to Joey’s, pulling the headphones down to rest around his neck just soon enough to hear the bell jingle. “You’re late!” He heard from the kitchen, and he groaned. 

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My 2nd Ice Show Adventure (Fantasy On Ice 2017 in Niigata)

Summer 2015, I went for my very 1st ice show, Fantasy On Ice (FaOI) in Kobe, and it was the 1st time I saw ‘nama-Yuzu’ (real-life Yuzuru) after being a fan since 2014 Olympics. 

Summer 2016, I had tickets for FaOI again but this time, Yuzu pulled out of all ice shows to recover from lisfranc ligament injury, so I sold my ticket, prayed for Yuzu’s health and happiness, sent him letters of support, and managed to survive the terribly long off-season with other long-suffering Yuzu-fans.  

This summer (2017), I am so busy with work projects that I have no time for fangirling, not to mention ice shows, and I moaned about it to a few friends. Almost like a miracle, one friend told me that if I wanted, she could get tickets for me for FaOI Niigata!  I decided I could get away for the weekend.  I must!  

The shows were on Friday, Saturday, Sunday (16-18 June) and it would be my first time in Niigata.  I took an ANA flight (yay! ANA!) and arrived in Niigata airport on Thursday.   The first meal I had was a very delicious bowl of ramen, and as I ate, I was surprised that I could taste bits of yuzu (the fruit).  I have never had ramen with yuzu before and so I was really happy!  It was really oiishiiiiiiiiii~~!!!  What a great omen, I thought.  My first meal on this trip was with yuzu. xD    

On this 1st night, there was something else that made me think of Yuzu…. I saw Bourbon ice-cream!  “Mo chotto”!  

I was way too full from the huge bowl of ramen and so I did not buy ‘Mo Chotto’ ice-cream to try.  Thought I’d try it another day but I did not pass by this shop again and I could not find it anywhere else.  Sigh.  Regret.  The snack is common but the ice-cream is not. 

Friday 16 June (ice show is at 7pm, doors open at 6pm)  

In the morning, I changed hotel.  Checked into ANA Crowne Plaza (yay, ANA!) because it’s a short walk to the ice show venue.  A Yuzu-fan friend, D-chan, messaged to say she is nearby and asked me to join her for coffee.  OK!   It was a lovely breezy walk from ANA hotel to an area called Pier Bandai and I found her in a cosy little coffee place with comfy sofas.  I ordered an iced coffee and we chatted away.  “I can’t believe I’m really here….”  “He’s somewhere near us now, you know….”  “Omg we’re breathing the same air as him….”   xD

Happiness is talking with a Yuzu-fan while sipping coffee in Japan. :)  

Soon it was time to meet another friend, Kay, the wonderful person who got my tickets for me.  We had plans for an early dinner together and then go for the ice show.  I met her at Niigata Station and we walked around looking for food. Some restaurants were not yet opened for dinner as it was too early. Luckily there was a soba shop that was open and we both felt like eating soba, so in we went.  (soba= buckwheat noodles) 

We ordered their specialty which was soba dipped in a warm broth with tender slices of pork.  And once again, I had the lovely surprise of finding yuzu in it!   I really love the citrusy fragrance it gave to the soupy noodles.  We felt so happy eating soba with yuzu.  It was a very good meal. :)  

From Niigata station, there was a shuttle bus to the show venue, running pretty frequently.  (I really love Japan;  they think of everything.) There was no real need to look for the bus-stop, just look for the long queue!  Luckily, it was a short wait as the buses came quickly and soon we were on our way to Toki Messe!   Just a 10-minute bus ride and we were there, a lovely glassy tall building by the river.  

We were early but the queue for FaOI merchandise was already VERY LONG. It’s ok, let’s admire the pretty Tanabata decorations and chit-chat while we wait in line.  Finally we could at least SEE the sale counter!  It’s going to be our turn!  I got a T-shirt, a towel and the programme booklet.  So happy to get the towel because 2 years ago at FaOI Kobe, the towel was sold out before it was my turn, on the very 1st day!  

Then Kay pointed out to me something that made me very happy…. Ice Rink Sendai merchandise counter!  I have not had the chance to buy anything from Yuzu’s hometown rink before, so I hurried towards it excitedly.  Wow, they really have a lot of pretty things!  

The photo of Yuzu wearing ‘Irene gloves’ was there.  (Irene is short for ‘Ice Rink Sendai’ and is the name of the mascot.)  And also his signature with a message saying “I will never forget, I will continue to do my best and give my support.” (my translation from Japanese)   And there is a little mushroom at the end. ^^

What a simple but heartwarming message for his hometown rink….

I bought the ‘Irene’ gloves, T-shirt, keychain and some stationery.  I love the pink theme!

There were also stalls selling really beautiful books and magazines….. I want them all!

Glad we were early.  It was hard to take a good look at the stalls when it got very crowded later.  

I was also very amused to see a counter that rented out binoculars, haha.  I did not rent one on the 1st day, but I did for the next 2 days.  Best decision ever.  I could see clearly all his cute facial expressions and who he was talking to all the time at the finale.  (Guess who. :))  

And of course, there were big boxes for fan letters and gifts to skaters.  Yuzu’s box filled up quickly and the inner bag had to be changed several times by the staff.  I used my new Irene stationery to write 2 fan letters (one on behalf of the FB international fan group and one from myself) and dropped them into the box on the 2nd day.  On the 3rd day, I decided to also drop a letter into Oda-san’s box.  I told him I enjoy his skating, his talk shows and his blog, thanked him for his great friendship with Yuzu, and may God bless his beautiful family. :)   

After all the excitement outside, it’s time to go in.  The seating arena for Niigata is smaller than some other places, so even the furthest row was not that far away.  I was somewhere in the middle, nearer one end of the rink.  

As usual, there were guys in black jackets who walk around holding up big signs that say “No taking of photos or videos”.  (I took this pic before the show, no pics during the show.  Law-abiding fan.) 

The show started and the skaters were introduced one or two at a time.  Yuzu was the last one to come out and the applause and cheers for him were huge.  It was clear who the star of the show was. :) 

After the opening number, the skaters did their individual performances.  I enjoyed watching all of them.  My favourite ones were the 2 performances by Nobunari Oda – the music was beautiful for both and I love to watch his jumps;  it’s like he lands on marshmallow (once again I am reminded of why they gave him that T-shirt saying ‘landing with cat’s feet’);  Sex Bomb by Plushenko was hilarious and I laughed so much;  and Shizuka Arakawa– what supreme grace and beauty.

Ice dancers Papadakis and Cizeron were very beautiful to watch. So glad they performed in this FaOI.  The acrobatic duo of 2 men in Swan Lake tutu performing ‘Notte Stellata’ was very funny.  I have seen Yuzu perform to this song so beautifully so many times in the past season (and watched it live at 4CC) and now this exact same song is skated in such a comical way….. I was so tickled. xD

For the record, the other skaters were Kaori Sakamoto, Marin Honda, Akiko Suzuki, Miki Ando, Shoma Uno, Evgenia Medvedeva, Denis Vasiljevs, Javier Fernandez, Elladj Balde, Johnny Weir, Stephane Lambiel, Jeffrey Buttle and the Chesnas.  Many of them performed twice, before and after the intermission.  Much thanks to all for their wonderful performances!     

At the end was Yuzu’s Chopin Ballade Number 1.  I had the good fortune of watching this 2 years ago, at the last show of FaOI 2015, when he gave us a surprise performance with live piano music played by Kotaro Fukuma.  At that time, he did the 2nd half of his usual Chopin, in a black FaOI finale shirt. It was awesome. So this time, I was really excited that I would see the full performance with that beautiful white Chopin top. And wow…. he really took my breath away. Although I have watched him perform Chopin for 2 seasons already, it felt like a different Chopin. It was the same and yet it was different. More beautiful, more powerful, more flow, more speed, more precision…. it was already so perfect, how can it be even better, but it is!  (based on my ‘expert’ opinion.)   I am so thrilled that he is doing this for the new season! I LOVE Chopin!

After Chopin, he went backstage to dry his sweat and then came out again to do an encore of ‘Let’s Go Crazy’ (his SP for last season). It was funny to watch LGC performed in that sweet Chopin costume. So mismatched, haha.

For the finale, Yuzu came out in a glittery blue FaOI top with a cat ears-hair band on his head. He danced in the group number and even did a cartwheel on the ice!  And he waved happily to all of us. It was so good to see him enjoying himself. I am very glad he did not do any quad battles at the end. He just did a side lunge for the 1st show (with one under a set of hurdles, so amazing!), a hydroblade for the 2nd show, and a ‘muscle man’ pose with Plushenko at the last show. And when others are doing their jumps or special elements in the middle of the rink, he would skate from his original position to the space between his idol Plushenko and good buddy Nobu. And he was often talking to Plush. Ahhh… Yuzu, still the cute fan-boy after all these years. :)))

After the finale, when all the other skaters have left the rink, Yuzu took a mic and spoke to thank all of us. He said things like please take care of yourselves, take care as you go home, have a meal, have a good rest, who is staying on for tomorrow’s show? oh that’s quite a lot of you (laughs), thank you for your support, I really enjoyed myself, eh to, eh to, there is still so much that I want to say, but never mind, it is already very late, I should stop here, I really want to thank all of you for today……. And he would end by putting the mic down and shouting as loudly as he could with his own voice “Arigato gozaimashita!”

Listening to him speak was just wonderful…. I was touched by his concern for his fans and also half-laughing at some things he said. He wanted to talk more but he did not want to hold us back as it was already way past 10pm on that 1st night. That dear talkative boy. :) Oh Yuzu, your fans would listen to you all night, if only we could. But then we want you to rest too! You need a good rest and a good meal more than us!

In his speech for the 2nd day, he also thanked the people who made the ice rink.  He said the ice was very good to skate on and they all loved skating there. Yuzu and his grateful heart. :) 

On that 2nd day, I was seated at the other end, where the stage was.  (I took this pic as I was leaving.)  When he was speaking, he was standing on the left of the stage just outside the ice.  I had a very clear side view of him through my binoculars ( I was halfway up the stands).  His face was sweaty but dazzling with happiness as he spoke.  How I wish I was sitting this close!   

The shows for Saturday and Sunday were at 2 pm and 1pm respectively.

Most skaters performed the same programmes for all 3 shows in Niigata but a few skaters did a different one for one of the shows. Like Marin Honda, for the 2nd show, she performed in a very cute Japan Airlines air stewardess costume. Elladj Balde was the skater before Marin (he did a great Michael Jackson medley) and when he finished his performance, he skated to one end with his chair and just sat there. Marin skated out in her JAL costume, went to him and said in Japanese, “Sir, would you like some coffee or tea?” Haha, that was how she started and I really enjoyed her performance.  For the other 2 days, she did ‘Crime Tale’.   Javier also had a different one in the 2nd show;  instead of his new SP, it was a funny pirate one where he was a cleaner-boy daydreaming. Johnny Weir performed ‘Amazing Grace’ in the 2nd half for the 1st 2 days, then on the 3rd day, he did a song called ‘Creep’.  His performance was so heart-wrenching, I almost cried.  I can still feel the pain he expressed even now when I think back….. Johnny’s skating is really very special. No wonder he is one of the skaters that Yuzu has looked up to since junior days.

In the 3rd show, which was the last FaOI show for 2017, Yuzu had some surprises for us. 

After performing Chopin, he went backstage as usual, and the rink was dark. As with the previous 2 shows, we waited a while and then started to call his name. “Yuzu, Yuzu….” The MC said we have to shout his name louder because he can’t hear us. So we shouted “YUZU!” as loudly as we could, expecting him to appear for the LGC encore. Suddenly, the sounds of an electric guitar filled the air. There was a guitarist on stage and he was playing ‘Parisienne Walkways’!!!! We recognised it immediately and the fan beside me turned to me with eyes as big as saucers. She grabbed my hand and we started screaming and jumping about, mad with excitement! Yuzu then skated out to all our screams and did his legendary PW wearing his Chopin costume (he did the 2nd half of the usual PW programme). Oh wow!!! What a surprise! What a treat!!! Yuzu’s PW with live guitar!!! I felt like the luckiest fan in the world!!!

After that amazing encore, he went backstage and the finale started. The other skaters came out in turns to do the group number. When Yuzu came out again for his part in the finale, we all went hysterical again! Because he was wearing a yellow headband with Pooh ears!! Hahaha…… this guy really knows how to make his fans scream. He looked so adorable! It was wonderful to see him looking so happy and enjoying himself so much.
(Later, I saw a Japanese fan on twitter say the Pooh headbands were all sold out. But of course. The Yuzuru-effect. XD) 

(2 pics above are fans’ screenshots of a TV news segment on FaOI.)

Then at the very end of the show, when the other skaters have left the rink, he gave a very emotional speech and made me cry.  He said that last year he could not do anything (no ice shows at all due to injury), so now he is feeling very happy to be back doing this and he loves skating and he is feeling most blessed and he is the happiest person in the world. (*may not be the exact words but the meaning is such.)  And he thanked the organisers and other people and all of us.  It was not so much the words he said but the way he said them. There were so much emotions. His voice trembled a bit at the beginning. It sounded like he was tearing and was trying to control himself not to cry. As he spoke, his feelings were just gushing out…… he was just so utterly happy and grateful for everything!

Then he did the usual ending-shout;  he put down the mic, cupped his hands near his mouth and shouted “arigato-gozaimashita!”, and we all shouted back “arigato-gozaimashita!”  And then he bowed and waved and went in through the curtains.

Tears were running down my face. I continued to say softly, “Arigato, Yuzu-kun, arigato.”  Thank you, Yuzu, thank you.  My tears just kept flowing as I thought back.  After going through so much… so much….. he is finally where he is supposed to be…….   

Seeing Yuzu so happy and healthy is one of the best things in the world. 

I met Kay after the show and we talked about how special Yuzu is.  And how is it that he can make us fly thousands of miles to watch him perform just those few minutes and we feel it’s so worth our time, money and energy.  She would be flying home that night, and for me, my flight home was the next day.  As with all good things, it ended too quickly but our hearts were filled to overflowing.

I am very grateful to Kay for her help with tickets and for her fun company.  We met up every day and ate some very delicious food together.  On the 2nd day after the show, we walked around and found a little ramen shop to have dinner.  And again there was yuzu in it!!!  (See the little yellow strips on top of the soup?)  Kay also ordered a yuzu sparkling wine.  I had a sip and it was lovely!   Another meal with yuzu…. ahhh life is good. :) 

On the last night after the ice show, I shopped for stuff like P&G Bold clothes detergent, Lenor clothes deodoriser and softener, Ghana chocolate and Xylitol gum.  I was so happy to find all these things near my hotel, and after I lugged my heavy shopping back to my hotel room, I realised I had forgotten to buy rice! Niigata is famous for very good rice and I had wanted to buy a small bag of rice home. :((  I messaged Kay to lament and she replied, it’s ok, he is not the ambassador for rice.  Hahaha….. I love Yuzu-fans.  (I did manage to get a bag of rice before I left for the airport the next day. :) ) 

Yuzu-fans are really wonderful and generous.  And just like Yuzu, they surprise me all the time.  On the 2nd night, D-chan passed a package to me from a fan that I don’t even know.  Inside were some Japanese newspapers and advertisements with Yuzu, and also ‘Weekend Sendai’!!!  OMG I nearly fainted with happiness.  (Weekend Sendai is a free travel magazine given out in Japan many months back.  Yuzu is featured inside recommending food and places in Sendai. 1st pic below, left side.)   Gosh, how did she know it’s something I had been coveting for ages now???  I told D-chan to give her my utmost gratitude.  And thank you, D-chan, for being a good friend and messenger!  So glad I met you on this trip!    

Another fan gave me gorgeous photos of Yuzu that she had taken herself at competitions.  And she said, “Thank you for the good work that you do in the fan group.”  Aww….. I was so touched!   Thank you, CL!

I was so happy when I was packing my luggage on the last night in Niigata.  I had so many precious goodies in my bag!   Thank you, dear Yuzu-fans!!!  Hope to see you all again! 

Below are pics of my FaOI tee, towel and booklet that I bought on Day 1.

There is so much more that I want to say, but this is already so long, I should stop here now.  Dear Yuzu, thank you for everything!!!  May God bless you and your family.  Always supporting you and hope to see you again soon!   

Note: This is written one month after the event due to being too busy at work.  If any details of FaOI are incorrect, I am sorry for my bad memory. :P   

[Credit: photos are all mine except for the 2 screenshots of Yuzu with Pooh-ears from twitter and the Pooh pics from pinterest - thanks!]

A Lonely Saturday

Group: BTS


Summary: your crush on your best friend makes you do a lot of weird things.

Genre: drabble, angst, fluff

Length: 1.3k

A/N: hitting you with childhood best friend Jimin!

Getting quite desperate for requests~

Originally posted by bwipsul

Your ideal Saturday had been ruined, and it had been like this the last few weekends. Your usual safe place; the crease in Jimin’s sofa that you could easily spend all weekend on as you binged watched horror movies had been desecrated on.

It wasn’t that it had disappeared, it hadn’t and you were currently sitting slouched back slightly into it with clothes surrounding you and coating the floor. What had ruined your spot was Jimin; he was going on yet another date during what should have been your evening together.

“TRY THIS ON!” you threw the metal hanger at Jimin, flinching slightly as it hit his bare chest he looked at the black ripped jeans hanging off it in interest. You were trying to stop the smile on your face from looking forced as you shooed him from your sofa to get changed.

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anaxiphilia: the act of falling in love with the wrong person.

Badboy!Yoongi AU based on this post ~
characters: Reader x Yoongi, appearances by all of Bangtan probably
A/N: My first attempt at a fan fiction, I usually just do one shots, please go easy on me ~

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Hey [y/n]! I’m not coming to class today, take good notes for me ~

I glared long and hard at the text message from my best friend, Rose. Normally, I didn’t mind sitting in class alone; it was refreshing to pay attention and take proper notes. It would be fine for any other class, but not this one. Why? Because it was a class where participation was a huge component.  As in, the professor specifically wanted you to converse with the person beside you.

I just wish Rose had texted me sooner so I could’ve skipped class as well.  As I angrily texted a reply back to her, I felt the seat next to me shuffle. I looked up and my breath caught in my throat as my eyes met his.

 Min Yoongi.

Yes, I knew his name. Everyone knew his name. He was the notorious asshole that everyone had warned me to stay away from the moment I had moved to this town. I had followed that advice almost religiously. However, sometimes in the crowded cafeteria, my eyes would be drawn to him. There was something about the way he held himself, his aura, that mesmerized me.

And now, here he stood less than 2 feet away from me, his signature leather jacket shrugged over his form, paired with a plain white t-shirt and legs clad in tight skinny jeans. His blonde hair lazily covered his forehead, but even under the chaos, I could see his dark eyes glowering at me. He raised an eyebrow at me, almost daring me to say something to him.

I swiftly turned my head and averted my gaze to the front of the class, secretly thanking the way my hair covered my reddening cheeks. As the class silenced for the professor, I could’ve sworn I heard him chuckle.

The professor began his lecture and I busied myself on my laptop, typing away furiously, trying to avoid his presence next to me all together. However, it seemed that was impossible. The exact opposite was happening. Every time he moved, or even sighed, my entire body would shift into awareness. It was as if I was waiting for him to pounce on me.

I glanced at the clock and saw there were only 15 minutes left till class was finished, and we hadn’t had a single discussion. A small smile appeared on my face; someone up there was on my side today.

As we reached the last slide of today’s lecture, I shut my laptop in a hurry to get away from him.

“Not so fast everyone,” the professor said, stepping away from the podium. “As you all know, you have a video assignment due in two weeks’ time. I’ve received lots of emails saying that it’s too much work to do alone, so I want you to look at the person beside you and say hello to your partner for it.”

Oh. God. No.

I glanced in the opposite direction of where Yoongi sat, hoping that there was another person I could be paired with, and of course, I had chosen the seat next to the wall.

“Over here, sweetheart,” Yoongi chuckled. I slowly turned in my seat towards him. He had his arm on the desk in front of him, his hand holding the side of his head, which was slightly tilted. His eyes were watching me with curiosity and amusement.

“Hi,” I muttered averting my gaze to the floor. I played with the hem of my shirt, I couldn’t bring myself to look up at him.

“I know I’m attractive, but how are we supposed to work together if you can’t even meet my eyes?” Yoongi said. Even though his words were filled with arrogance, his voice showed no hint of it. I tilted my head up slightly, now staring at his t-shirt, but Yoongi wasn’t having any of that. His hand reached out and softly gripped my chin, tilting my head up completely so I was staring directly at his face.

“That’s better,” he said, a devious smile emerging on his face, making my heart thump violently in my chest. I jerked my head out of his grip in shock.

“Um, about this project, I have a friend in this class that isn’t here today. I wanted to ask the professor if I could work with her, if that’s okay with you.” My gaze drifted away from his to the floor again as I spoke.

“There you go again! I want your exquisite eyes on me as you speak to me. If you can say that again while looking me in the eyes, you can go ahead and ask the professor,” he taunted. I lifted my gaze to meet his and gulped. My throat was suddenly very dry.

 “C-can you find yourself another partner, because I want to ask the professor if I can work with my friend?” I said, my voice quivering. Why did he make me feel this way? Was I just having an off-day? Where is my confidence? He looked at me as if he was assessing the way I addressed him. He ran his hand along his sharp jawline, his fingertips hiding the small smirk on his lips.

“That was a good start,” he said, as he reached over me towards my pen and scribbled something on the sticky note that was attached to my laptop.

“My number,” he said, answering my unasked question. “Text me what she says.” He looked at me and smirked, “Actually no, call me and tell me what she says, because I would do anything to hear your voice say my name.”

It felt like my heart had lurched up to my throat. He chuckled, and gripped my chin as I began to avert my gaze from him again.

“I’ll see you around sweetheart,” he said, swiftly getting up to leave the class. Just before he exited the door, he turned back and met my gaze, which had followed his figure. His lips curved into a small smirk and he winked at me, causing the blood to rush to my cheeks.

I quickly looked away, and began packing my things. I rushed to the front of the class. I would do anything to get out of this group project with him. The professor smiled as I approached her.

“Hi Professor. Seo Yeon was actually absent from class today, and she usually sits next to me. I was wondering if I could work with her instead of my current partner?”  I spoke clearly; all the nervousness I had felt with Yoongi had disappeared.

“If this is because you feel that she won’t get a partner, you don’t have to worry. She will get someone else that was absent from today’s lecture. However, I want both of you to be paired with someone different, as you two always do every group activity together. So this time, it’s a no,” the professor said, giving me a small smile.

“Okay, thank you professor,” I said nonchalantly. You were my favourite, but not anymore.

As I exited the class, my shoulders felt heavy. God, what had I done to deserve this? And why him out of all people?

“I’m guessing she said no?” I jumped at the sound of Yoongi’s voice. He was leaning against the wall beside the entrance of the lecture hall. I placed a hand to my heart as if the gesture would calm it down. Yoongi noticed and chuckled wholeheartedly.

“Oh, man, I really should come to this class more often.” Yoongi said, shrugging off the wall and walking towards me. As he took steps towards me, I took steps back until I felt the wall press against my back. Yoongi put one of his hands on the wall next to my face and tilted his head.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll take good care of you over the next two weeks.”

A/N: omg, pls tell me if you liked it and if i should continue?? ~

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My Messy Artist

Jughead x Reader


Requested: Anonymous-  Can you do an imagine where jughead is fond of a art student?? And he’s kinda shy about it?

A/N: okay so I’m thinking of posting twice a week now because I liked posting on Wednesday idk, what do you guys think?

Words: 3027

Warnings: N/A 

Originally posted by wwhatfinn

I sat alone in the art class swirling one of my paint brushes in a clean glass of water trying to think of something to paint for my last portfolio piece. I had to come back after school to paint and draw for my portfolio because it was considered an outside project by the school because I was only a sophmore so most days I stayed after school and spent my afternoons painting and drawing.

Usually I start right away but today I had run out of ideas so I sat in front of my easel mixing paint colors and stirring the water in my glass, trying to think of something to paint. I suddenly jumped at the sound of the door slamming open, “Geez,” I said before turning in my seat to see who had caused the huge commotion, “Want to pick up the door there buddy?” I chuckled as the boy stood there looking quite sheepish.

“Sorry, I didn’t think anyone would be in here.” He chuckled nervously, “Do you know if I can find tape in here?” He said quickly before I could answer his first sentence.

“Depends, you’re not going to use it for anything kinky are you?” I smirked and hopped off my seat in search for tape.

“Oh with who?” He smirked and followed behind me, “You and I are the only ones here, everyone has left.” He said watching me pull boxes off the shelves and rummage through them.

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I want to dedicate this story to @littlewhitelies1403 and @whoopsharrystyles

I hope you will have some day such an amazing day in your life, with a man who loves you genuinely. And I hope I can share this amazing and wonderful day with you. I will sit on the obligatory “single table” watching you while you’re dancing. And maybe I will have one or two tears in my eyes. 

I hope you will be happy one day, I hope you will find your imperfect, perfect man. 

All the love 


The paper lanterns wiggle in the balmy summer night wind. It’s way after midnight and the crowd has thinned out. Only a handful of guests are sitting on the round tables which are covered with long white tablecloths. They are your closest friends, your parents, his parents, and his sister with her boyfriend. It was a beautiful day, better even than you dreamed. You had dreamed about this day since you were a little girl, and THIS day bested your dreams. He did everything so that you have the perfect day.

You’re  drunk by the night, he too but you saw him at the bar with his best man, drinking some whisky, but also searching for your eyes.

You’re talking to some guests sitting near the dance floor. Your hand rests on the back of the chair, which is also white and the cold metal cools you off. You danced a lot, with your father, with your uncle and of course with your new husband. As you heard Ed’s voice singing for the first time on your wedding you had to smile. He knows you so well. Harry requested Ed play some of your favourite songs as he twirled you around the dance floor.

Now that the candles are nearly burned down, the waiters start to dismantle the buffet.  Your legs are hurting and the corners of your mouth are hurting too.  You laughed and smiled all the time.

Harry touches your shoulder gently while he’s nodding in Ed’s direction, and he smiles knowingly. Ed walks to the band and grabs his guitar.

You feel his soft touch.  Excusing yourself, you turn around to look into his green eyes. His hair is a little sweaty, and he doesn’t wear his jacket anymore. The sleeves of his white shirt are rolled up, so you can see his anchor tattoo. With tender fingers you touch his anchor. His heart skips a beat as he feels the metal of your wedding ring on his hot skin. You made him the luckiest man in the whole world today. You married him today, and he wants to scream it from the rooftops.

“What’s the matter?” you ask him with a soft, tired smile.

Ed starts to play. It’s an unknown melody that you have never heard before. You frown.

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Love you but I’m leaving

Part 1

Michael Gray x reader

Request: A micheal gray x reader where he absolutely adores her (his wife) but polly doesn’t like her and tries to break them up until she realises how happy the reader makes michael?xx

Note: I got so carried away it will be in two parts now!! 

You are woken up by the sun burning through your window creating a frame of light over your fiance. His strong jaw line clenched and unclenched as he dreamed. You traced his chest with your fingers, his soft skin comforting to touch. You watched him as his eyes flickered open adjusting to his settings, smiling when he saw you staring at him.

“What are you looking at?” he smirked, pulling you closer and turning around to face you. You leaned forward pushing your lips against his as he ran his hands down your back and through your hair. You pulled away slightly as your face rested into a more serious expression.

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Bughead Fic: Come Back To Me

Requested by anonymous: A fic where Jughead moves to Southside High so him and Betty break up. After a month apart Jughead starts dating toni and Betty is pissed. For “revenge” Betty starts dating Reggie. Lots of jealousy and unresolved feelings plz

Summary: ^^^

A/N: Angst!! Be warned!!

Approx. 2000 words

“This isn’t working Betts” the beanie-wearing boy said, his gaze cast downward to avoid looking into her bright green eyes, scared of the expression in them. He heard her sharp intake of breath and watched as her fingers curled inward, the nails threatening to break the already-fragile skin, and he hated himself immediately.

“What are you talking about Juggie?” she responded frantically, the pitch of her voice rising slightly. “What happened? Did I do something wrong?” her voice choked as her brain tried to recall anything that she might have done to bring this on. Ever since Jughead had moved to Southside High two months ago, she thought she had done a pretty good job of balancing everything. She still saw him at least twice a week when they went out for milkshakes, or took Hotdog for walks by the river; he even helped her in the garage sometimes. Admittedly he didn’t help her much, he just wiped grease all over her face and kissed her to the point of distraction. But she didn’t mind because she loved it, she loved him.

“No you haven’t done anything wrong” Jughead muttered, still staring at the floor. “We just don’t spend as much time with each other anymore and uh…” he knew he wasn’t convincing her.

“Jug, don’t do this” she whispered. He looked at her then, and instantly regretted it. Tears had begun to spill from her sea-green eyes and her lip quivered slightly as she stared at him in shock trying desperately to read his expression. She forced her fingernails further into her palms in a desperate attempt to wake herself up from this nightmare, hot blood seeped under her nails and onto her fingertips and she felt slightly calmed by the sensation. “I’ll try harder” she begged, she realised how pathetic she must look as she wiped her eyes and nose on the sleeve of her pale blue cardigan, but she didn’t care.

“No, Betty. You can’t change my mind. I’m sorry.” Jughead’s voice sounded foreign, almost robotic. He desperately wanted this to be over, so he could retreat back to his trailer and be miserable by himself, but he knew Betty wouldn’t give up that easily.

“Is there someone else?” she demanded, determined to find a reason for Jughead’s sudden change in heart.

“Yes” he lied.

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Her Defender

Jax Teller imagine, fluffy with some drama at the end :)

Originally posted by multibabydoll

Driving into TM, you park the car in one of the vacant spaces. Jumping out, you pull open the back door, unclipping Abel from his car seat and lifting him up into your arms.

Managing to shut the door, even with Abel wriggling excitedly, you lock it, placing down the energetic three year old who immediately runs off in the direction of his unsuspecting father.

“Daddy!” Your boyfriend of a year turns around, his face lighting up in a grin as he opens his arms, his son jumping into them. You smile lovingly, the image in front of you never ceasing to warm your heart.

Walking to meet them, Jax looks at you, his grin getting wider as he takes in your appearance. Abel had decided he wanted to play hair stylist this morning, your hair being tugged and tied into what is supposed to be two pony tails.

When you tried to take them out before leaving, he begged you not to, and not being able to say no to the beautiful little boy, you did as he said and left them in.

“Hey, baby.” Jax leans over as you reach him, you placing a kiss on his lips. “Eventful morning?” He teases, his gaze flickering to your hair.

“I did (Y/N)’s hair, daddy.” His face is beaming with pride as Jax holds him, his hands gripping onto his dad’s kutte.

Jax looks at Abel, sweeping a stray lock of hair out of his face. “Did you?” He fakes a gasp, his son giggling. “No wonder she looks so pretty.“ The little boy smiles even wider, hugging his dad before spotting Gemma from a few steps away.

Jax puts him down, letting him scutter off, reaching his Grandma and hugging her leg. You turn your gaze to Jax, his arms pulling you into his chest, yours slipping around his waist.

Resting your head against his chest, you breathe him in, the scent of your Old Man being your favourite, most comforting scent in the world. He places a kiss to the top of your head, lingering for a few seconds.

“You look cute today.” His chest vibrates against you, your eyebrows raising as you look up, meeting his eyes. His breathtaking smile is present, his eyes glistening.

“Jax, I have no makeup on and I have pigtail braids in my hair.“ He laughs as you scold him, your lips twitching at the sound. “I look like a five year old.”

He looks down at you, placing another kiss on your lips, teasingly pulling your bottom lip as he pulls away. Your body tingles, his touch forever having it’s effect on you.

He shakes his head, slightly tilting it to the side. “Nah. You look like the girl I’m in love with.” Your heart flutters, warmth making its way to your cheeks as you fail to hide the soft upturn of your lips.

Trying to keep your cool and not fall to pieces right then and there, you hum quietly, sliding your hands under his shirt, his broad back warm under your fingers. “Who knew you were one for romance?”

He scoffs, faking offence, your touch making his body buzz, his mind already whirring with thoughts of your hands being somewhere else.

“Hey, I’m all about the fairytale baby.” You roll your eyes, smiling, and lean up to place a lingering kiss on his pink lips.

“What time you home tonight? Gemma has offered to have Abel and it’d be nice to have some time to ourselves.” His eyes darken slightly as you lightly scratch his lower back. “I can cook if you want?”

He hums in agreement, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Your food won’t be the only thing I’ll be eating.”

Your core tingles in excitement, his hands slipping down to squeeze your bum as he pushes himself against you. Your cheeks heat up, a wolf whistle from across the way making you bury your head in Jax’s chest, a laugh rumbling from him.

“Get it, Jackie Boy.” Chibs hollers, the laugh of Tig being audible.

“Oh, I will.” He shouts smugly, making you groan into his chest. You pull away, trying to slip out of his grip in fake annoyance, knowing you could never truly be annoyed with him. He grips you tighter, squeezing you as he picks you up and spins you around.

You squeal, laughing as you grip his jacket. He places you down, kissing your forehead. “I’ll be home by six.” He promises.

“Alright. I’m gonna go to the supermarket, so I’ll see you later.”He nods, turning you around and smacking your ass playfully. Walking away, you glare jokingly over your shoulder, his eye dropping into a wink.

After retrieving Abel from Gemma and her promising to pick him up at four, you put him in his car seat and leave the lot, heading to the supermarket.

A few hours later, it was just past five in the afternoon. Abel was in the safe hands of his Grandma, and you were getting ready. The food was cooking away, giving you some time to pamper.

Clean and smelling of strawberries, you were currently finishing your makeup, swiping the wand of the mascara through your lashes.

A huge smash of glass downstairs makes you freeze in place, blood pumping through your ears as loud, deep voices sound near the front of the house.

Jumping up, you grab your phone, looking around for somewhere to hide. You weren’t sure who would be breaking in, but they didn’t sound like they wanted a chat.

Spinning around, you move quietly to the wardrobe, squeezing inside as best as possible.

Your whole body is shaking, panic running through you as you try to be calm, think rationally. Dialing your phone, you turn the call volume down to the lowest setting, listening out with your other ear to keep track of the intruders.

“Hey darlin’, I’m leaving soon-” You cut him off, trying to keep your voice at a whisper but still trying to be audible.

“Someone’s in the house. I heard a smash and now, now I can hear voices.” You stutter, your voice shaky with fear. “They’re gonna find me, Jax. What do I do?” You cry, wishing he could somehow reach through the phone and carry you to safety.

“Babe, breathe for me. Hide somewhere, I’ll be there as quick as I can.” He tries to be confident, his body as flooded with fear. Not because of the intruders, but of the thought of anything happening to you. “Is Abel with you?”

Tears fall down your cheeks as the voices get clearer, louder, closer. “No, Gemma has him. Please hurry Jax.” You beg, your breaths fast and scared.

“I will, baby. Stay hidden. I love you.” He tells you, hoping the words will calm you as he cuts off. You make sure the phone is on silent, gripping it so hard in your hands you’re surprised it hasn’t broke.

Your heart is in your mouth as you hear the bedroom door slam open, heavy footsteps flooding into the room.

“Where is this bitch?” The Chinese accent of a man fills the room, you trying to hold your breath and only take small breaths when needed.

Through the slats in the door of the wardrobe, you can see three men, all tall and Chinese, searching the room. You look to their hands, seeing a machete in one of the men’s hands, guns big carried by the other two. You feel like screaming, but you know nobody would hear quick enough to save you.

“Check the other rooms. And see if the fucking kid is here, too. Nothing better than delivering a father chunks of his son.” The tallest man laughs, the other two men laughing as well before leaving to search the other rooms. You thank God Abel isn’t here, knowing at least if something happened to you, the precious little boy would be safe and sound.

Every second that the man scopes around in your room, just footsteps away from your hiding place, you pray to hear the roar of engines, the shouts of the MC. But, nothing.

You feel disgust crawl over your skin like a cape, as the man starts to look through your draws. He pulls out a piece of lingerie from your underwear draw and brings it up to his face, inhaling deeply. You almost gag, feeling violated in your own home.

He stuffs the panties into his pocket, your body shaking at what these men would do to you once they found you. Would they rape you? Beat you? Kill you?

A small cry leaves your lips at the thought of never seeing Jax or Abel again, the man whipping around to face the source of the noise. He slowly begins to move towards you, like a tiger closing in on his prey, as you try to back yourself into the wardrobe as far as you can. Your heart feels like it’s going to jump out of your chest, tears covering your face as you start to face the reality that you’re going to be caught, used, hurt by these men.

Just as he reaches the door, his hand hovering over the handle, you hear the rush of motorbikes from outside. You close your eyes in relief, finding some kind of hope that your saviours are here.

“Quick! They’re here!” One of the intruders shout, the man in front of you running and leaving the room.

You keep your position, not wanting to step out in case the boys mistake you for another Chinese. You hear gun shots, lots of them, before you hear footsteps by your room.

“(Y/N)?! Where are you?!” Jax shouts, panic in his voice. You throw open the doors of the wardrobe, running towards your boyfriends voice.

“Jax!” You choke, exiting the room and seeing his figure as you round the corner. You run straight into his arms, not caring if anybody else is watching. You sob uncontrollably into his chest, your mind racing with what just happened and what could’ve happened, had the boys not got here first.

He wraps his arms around you protectively, stroking your hair calmingly. “I’ve got you, you’re safe. You’re safe.”

He repeats his words, trying to reassure you and calm you down. He flicks his head to Chibs, indicating him to take Tig, Happy and the member of the Chinese that they kept alive for interrogation, away from here. He nods, leaving silently as you continue to cry, small hiccups leaving your throat.

Once he hears the door shut, he picks you up, carrying you to the living room. Sitting down on the chair, you sit in his lap, his hands rubbing soothing circles up and down your back. Your cries start to slow, your body feeling weak and empty.

You both sit there in silence, your sniffles being the only noise in the room. Jax is so conflicted. He feels angry, relieved, guilty, upset, so many different emotions.

“I’m so sorry, darlin’.” Is all he says, his heart heavy with blame. You hold onto his shirt, the material soft between your fist, as you nod, trying to tell him it’s OK.

After another ten minutes of silence, he hears your soft snores. Swooping your fringe gently to the side, he sees your eyes shut, mouth parted slightly, cheeks red and blotchy from the tears. His heart aches, the love he has for the girl in his lap so deep he can’t even comprehend it. Just the thought of living without her is enough to bring him to his knees, his world looking dark and empty without you.

Trying not to wake you, he lifts you up, carrying you bridal style to the bedroom. He manages to pull the sheet back, placing you on the bed. He pulls off your socks, leaving your shirt and sweatpants on, and covers you over with the duvet.

He takes off his clothing, leaving himself in just his boxers, before slipping into bed next to you, pulling you into his chest. Your body subconsciously locks his legs with yours, a tangle of limbs forming.

He places a long kiss to the exposed skin on your neck, his arms tightening around your waist, thinking that if he holds you close enough, tight enough, then no bad or harm can ever come to you.

Closing his eyes, he breathes the scent of you in, the smell being what he would call home. He can rest like this, knowing that as long as you’re in his arms, he will make sure he protects you with his life.

A/N - Hey guys! I hope you like this :) I got inspiration from a prompt about the “you look like the girl I’m in love with” part and then just went with the flow lol :) I hope you liked it! I’ll probably do a smut one shot next, maybe a Happy Lowman one? I want to keep my uploads quite varied with members and with themes. Thank you for reading, feel free to request! Xxx

You’re Cute When You’re Jealous (Star Lord Reader Insert)

Anon Request: May i please have a star-lord x reader smut where you make him mad/jealous/whatever and he takes it upon himself to teach you a lesson so he’s REALLY rough with you and spanks you and just lets his primal urges take over. Pretty please? If you wrote this id explode

Warnings: smut, language, orgasm denial, slight bondage, general roughness lmao

Words: 2806

so i totally fixed my computer on my own cause i’m like a straight up genius like albert einstien who? so i got to post this a day earlier… anyways here you go my loves


Harmless flirting, simple as that. Innocently toying with each other, and the teasing itself gradually getting more and more frequent as time went on. It consisted of lingering touches, the ever-so-often eyeing one another indecently, the salacious insinuations, and even the occasionally abrupt pinches to your ass. Your relationship with Peter Quill, that is.

All around the ship and even on missions, you were known to play around with each other. You’d sway to the beat of his music, pressing your bodies close and letting his hands travel dangerously low on you back like two horny teenagers at the prom. The long nights spent co-piloting together didn’t go unnoticed by the other Guardians.

It was strange because even with all this faux romance, you never actually did anything. Never kissed or been intimate with each other. Not that you didn’t needily fantasize about it, but timing didn’t ever seem precise. Right when something was about to happen there would always be some alarm going off or that damn raccoon would stroll in and ruin the whole moment. So eventually, you just gave up trying. But you didn’t stop flirting, for it was just all in good fun.

However, you couldn’t help feeling a somewhat possessive of Quill whenever he fooled around with other girls. He’d stopped bringing girls back home as often as he used to, but still eyed others obscenely.

Like today for example: Peter and yourself were sent out together to get some supplies for the ship. The store contained almost everything you required from the list Gamora had organized: food, water, toiletries, etc. After gathering together all the items, you took them to the checkout to pay.

Moving away for one second to get one thing you’d mistakenly forgotten, you came back to find Peter flirting with the bubbly little blonde cashier posted at the register. He had his elbow propped up against the counter slyly and was leaning in close to the girl, his eyes darting between her eyes and her overly exposed breasts. You couldn’t hear exactly what he was saying, but it must’ve been very funny judging by her obnoxious giggles. Rolling your eyes, you slapped down the pack of batteries causing the dumb cashier to jump back in surprise. A scowl formed over her lips and a fake smile on yours. After she rang everything up, obviously irritated by the large amount of stuff you’d put on the table but not irritated when she saw Peter lift a hefty water gallon, she directed her toothy smile to him.

“That’ll be 74 units,” she said in a voice that you guessed was supposed to be sexy. When it was you who pulled out the money (because Gamora understandably didn’t trust Peter with 100 units) the cashier’s glare returned. Once the whole transaction was complete, you grabbed your change and a few bags off the table. You turned to the exit but realized Peter wasn’t following. He was, in fact, still talking up the blonde.

“For the love of God,” you muttered to yourself. You stormed up behind him and, since your hands were full, kicked him right in the ass. He jumped forward at the surprising contact, loudly banging his knees against the tall counter and even caused the cashier to jump again.

“Hey, what the hell?” he griped.

“Let’s go, asshole,” you ordered. His eyebrows were knit together in irritation but then something flickered in his eyes, and his expression was replaced with a smirk. He turned back around and took the rest of the bags in his arms.

“See ya later, Star Lord!” the cashier called desperately. He winked at her and she literally looked like she was going to pass out. You scoffed and rolled your eyes for the second time in 10 minutes.

Once out of the store, Peter was still strutting around with that cocky smirk painted on his face.

“What?” you questioned, annoyed with his smugness.

“Nothing. It’s just that you’re cute when you’re jealous,” he laughed. Controlling the heat that was desperate to rise to your cheeks, you laughed off his irritatingly accurate comment.

“Oh please, don’t flatter yourself.”

“Admit it, you were totally jealous.”

“Sure, Star Lord,” you mimicked the cashier, “you wish.” It was more than true, however. You were utterly envious, but you’d rather die than confess. And just thinking about him with that girl only fueled your rage. So while you were getting angrier, his smile just grew wider.

On the way back to the ship, you were still fuming. You knew that you and Peter weren’t together, but it still bothered you whenever stuff like this happened. Yet at the end of the day, he had every right to mess around with anyone he wanted. And guess what? So did you.

Later that same evening, you were getting ready to go out to a local dive. Getting especially dolled up, you put on your favourite dress and dabbed on a little extra makeup. You were determined to get laid tonight no matter what. You needed to prove a point; that you could be with whoever you wanted and you didn’t have to limit yourself to the like of Peter Quill. Hearing him say he was going to stay behind came as a relief to you, for he would only be a distraction.

You strolled through the cabin whilst slipping your heels on, the clicking of them echoing throughout the ship. Peter looked up from the holographic screen in front of him when he heard the abrupt sounds. His eyes followed you from head to toe, taking in every inch of your body.

“We ready to go?” you called to the others. Murmurs of agreement came from the group and you were sure to blow a kiss to Quill before heading towards the door just to mess with him.

“Change my mind, I think I’ll come along instead,” he announced a little too loudly, grabbing his infamous leather jacket before following you out the door.

“Fantastic,” you mumbled to yourself sarcastically.

It was a short walk to the place and you felt Peter’s eyes boring into you the whole time. Usually, butterflies would be swarming around in your stomach, but the feeling never arrived. So you let him get in his prolonged glances before entering the rundown joint.

Heading straight for the bar, you ordered the usual beer. Personally, you weren’t really into the bright, fruity drinks that the other women in here seemed to enjoy. But before you could hand the bartender the required amount of units, a stranger gave over the cash. A handsome stranger, that is. Not as hot as Peter but-, you stopped yourself. You weren’t going to let yourself think about him at all. So you pushed the thought of leather jackets and blue eyes to the back of your mind.

“Let me take care of that,” he said, winking at you. While it was a kind gesture, it’d take a lot more than a free drink and a smile to get you to fall for him. However, you were intrigued by the newcomer’s ways.

“Thank you.”

“No problem. A beautiful lady like yourself deserves a lot more than a free drink,” he declared.

“Ooh, that was very smooth,” you joked, fighting the urge to groan. It was almost too cheesy to bear and you’d heard that line a million times or at least some variation of it. He chuckled and you introduced yourself. He did the same, naturally forgetting his name in an instant. It sounded horrible but, when it came to one night stands, you didn’t care about titles. Only what they had to offer.

You talked some more with what’s-his-face and brought your charm to a ten, batting your lashes and laughing at his stupid, unfunny jokes. Yet, no matter how hard you tried to pay attention to what’s-his-face’s dull conversation, something was poking at the back of your mind.

It was strange because, instead of tailing other intoxicated females like he usually did, Peter seemed to be somewhat following you around. He always managed to stay a solid 5ft away from you at all times and you’d noticed his eyes were narrowed menacingly at your partner. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was, dare you say, jealous.

Oh, this was too good to be true.

Deciding to test the waters a little, you inclined a little closer to your man. Temptingly tracing little circles in the his shirt, Quill was watching your every move intently. His shoulders stiffened and his jaw clenched as if he were holding himself back. You really weren’t paying attention to what the guy in front of you was babbling on about because the most wonderful idea popped into your head. Not only would it shut the guy up, but it’d make Peter even more covetous as well. So you expertly grabbed whatever-his-name-was’ face and delivered the same brash smirk to Quill that he always wore just before pressing your lips against the strangers.

The man, quickly recovering from your random actions, rested his hands on your bottom. The feeling was a bit foreign, for you were used to the sensation of Peter’s large, warm hands rather than this stranger’s oddly cold ones. His lips moved with yours, but only for a minute or so until you were forcibly being tugged away by your upper arm by none other than the great Star Lord himself.

You let him guide you away as whatever-his-name-was protested loudly. When the two of you had made it through the sea of inebriated grinding to the quieter side, he finally stopped and turned around. His jaw was rather tight under his scruffy facial hair and his eyes were icy hot. He was obviously trying to stay calm, for he was not one to usually get riled up. But you couldn’t deny he looked sexy when he did.

“What the hell was that?” he gritted through his teeth and crossed his arms under his puffed out chest.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Bullshit. You don’t even know that guy and you just kissed him and let him touch you like that?!” he raised his voice a little louder.

“I was just having a little fun, maybe you should try it.” Playing innocent was clearly only infuriating him more. Abruptly, he grabbed your shoulders and pulled you close, staring deep into your eyes.

“Listen to me; don’t ever do that again.” Was he honestly doing this right now?

“Aww, you’re cute when you’re jealous,” you laughed, throwing his words from earlier right back in his face.

“Watch it, (Y/N).”

“Or what, hmm? You gonna punish me?” The alcohol had now kicked in and made you slightly tipsy, but already destroyed your filter. “Maybe I’ll let Mr. Stranger over there take me home and let him fuck me all night long.

In reality, the only place you’d go with that guy is to a muzzle factory, but and angry Quill was so deliciously enticing that you couldn’t resist. The way his muscles tensed up at your words, the way fire blazed in his eyes. This was a whole new level and you were playing dangerously.

“I’d be a little more careful if I were you. You’ll regret it,” he warned while completely closing the space between you. His tone was harsh, but deep within his eyes you saw lust.

“Make me.” That was it for him, for you’d officially pushed him over the edge. You were rapidly being pulled away once more. Past the bar exit, past the streets lined with people, past the ship’s door and your bunk, all the way to his.

Being slammed against the back of his door was a shot to your adrenaline. His lips were on yours in a matter of no time, a bruising kiss administered. Your fists balled in his shirt, almost ripping the flimsy fabric. His hands trailed up your back and into your hair, suddenly pulling your hair back and exposing your neck for him to ravage. You gasped loudly as he sucked on the skin above your pulse, leaving a dark purple mark there. Peter trailed kissed up to your earlobe, stopping for a moment.

“You’ve been very bad tonight, (Y/N), and bad girls don’t go unpunished. Bad girls learn their lessons,” he whispered sultrily. Heat pooled between your legs at his erotic choice of words. He hooked his hand behind your knee and pulled your leg around his waist, pressing his pant-clad groin right up against your core. You groaned at the sensation and he nipped at your lobe. Rolling your hips against him greedily, he growled primally and gripped your waist, holding you in place.

“Take off your clothes and get on the bed on your hands and knees,” Peter ordered. You shimmied out of your dress as directed and snapped open your bra, but left on your panties. His eyes were glued to your body and you couldn’t help growing wetter at the look in his eyes, one you’d never seen before. Like he was going to devour you whole.

Once you were positioned properly on his bed, he walked behind you so he was completely out of your vision. Your anticipation grew with every heavy stomp of his rocket boots. His hand was then on your back, forcing your down further so that your face was pressing against his mattress and your bottom was high in the air.

A few moments later, a heavy slap echoed not only through the room, but through your body as well. It stung only for a second or so, for Peter was quick to gently caress your sore cheek. But the sweetness didn’t last long either, for another slap was brought down. Even though it hurt, your body craved more.

“See this ass?” he asked, squeezing your butt for emphasis. “This is mine. You are mine and only mine.” Right after he finished speaking, three consecutive smacks made your bottom raw. “And when other people take what’s mine, like that douchebag at the bar for example, I don’t get too happy.” Another smack, rougher than all the ones before and you couldn’t help groaning at the pain. “Such a nice little ass,” he murmured to himself.

Before you knew it, you were roughly being pulled back by your hips. Peter’s shirt was off and being tied around your wrists.

“Put your hands behind your head and lie back,” he directed. You did so and he used his hands to spread your legs apart. His fingers dug deep in your thighs, enough to know you find bruises. When his head was positioned between your legs, he sunk his teeth into the smoothness of your inner thighs. Then littered your skin with more hickeys, marking you as his own.

Your underwear was off in the blink of an eye and Peter’s fingers curled inside you, pumping at a killer pace.

Fuck, Peter,” you moaned sensually. Your hands strained against your restraints and you cried out again when his tongue teased your clit. “Oh God, I’m gonna cum!” You barely had time to tighten around his fingers before he removed them.

“Come on now, you didn’t think it was gonna be that easy did you?” he smirked at you. You whined but he kissed you softly to silence you. His pants and boxers joined you dress in a pile on the floor and he pounced on you, lining himself up at your entrance. You felt yourself dripping on the sheets below you, desperate for his cock.

“Please,” you whimpered, for you’d surely explode if he didn’t do something. You laid your bound wrists around his neck and urged him to move.

“Who do you belong to?”



“Only you.”

“That’s right,” he chuckled evilly before thrusting into you aggressively. His cock filled you nicely, hitting your g-spot almost instantly. A rhythm had started and a bonfire in your lower stomach had kindled. Already close, it didn’t take long for you to be screaming his name once more. When released his warmth inside you, he buried his face in your neck and growled ‘mine’, driving you over the edge once more. His hands squeezed your hips so tightly his knuckles were white.

He slumped down next to you, a pleased smile on his face. Propping himself up on his elbows, he untied your wrists and brought you into a kiss. It was sweet, just what you needed after a night like that. Peter encased you in both of his arms, holding you close as if you were going to run off somewhere. And as you drifted off to sleep, he repeated the word that made your heart expand and your chest almost collapse on itself.



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Kai Parker x Reader 
word count
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summary : Reader and Kai have loved each other before he got sent to Hell and when he comes back they meet again. 
 *gif by jake-riley
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A sigh came from behind her just as she was putting on her shirt but before she had had time to turn around, Kai placed his hands over her eyes.
“Kai what are y-”
“Shhh…” he shushed her. “Come with me.”
Kai led her down the hallway , as she stumbled every few steps. It had been the 7 month anniversary since the day they had met and Kai wanted to make something special to surprise her. He wanted to celebrate every moment they shared together. Preparing the surprise however had been a little trickier with her in the apartment. He had been trying very very hard not to let her see any of it before things are ready.
“You are the most special person I’ve ever had in my life.” he said as they walked to the balcony right outside his apartments living room. “And I know you said you didn’t want me to do anything special for today but I feel like we should celebrate the little moments , you know. Though meeting you was quite possibly the biggest moment in my life and without you I just – I don’t know who I would be anymore.”
“You will never be without me , Kai.” she said smiling. “I will always be by your side. Always and forever , remember ?”
 Kai removed his palms from her eyes and Y/N opened them , finding the balcony arranged so beautifully  her breath got caught in her throat. There were flower petals on the ground and a couple of flower pots here and there. On the small table there was breakfast for the both of them and a small vase with her favourite flowers along with her favourite pancakes with coconut whipped cream , coffee and fresh berries enough for the both of them. Y/N turned towards him with a wide smile on her face , finding him smiling back at her.
“D-do you like it?” asked Kai smiling nervously. “I didn’t have much time this morning. You wouldn’t let me leave the bed and I ju-”
Y/N pressed her lips against his not letting him finish. He was always so nervous when doing things like that , afraid he’s going to mess it up somehow.
“I don’t like it.” she said with a serious tone , gazing into his eyes. “I love it!”
  Kai laughed pulling her into his arms. Y/N was the best thing that has happened to him in his life. There were days where he’d just sit and look at her , not saying a word just thinking how lucky he was that they had found each other. After all the bad things he had done , somehow the universe had decided to reward him with her and he wanted to be better because of her.
“Happy 7 month anniversary since the day we met.” he said pressing his lips on hers. “Remember ? You were at Skull bar studying or pretending to study while drinking beer on the bar when I sat there and in your rush to get back to classes , you somehow spilled all of it on your clothes and you had to borrow my jacket.”
“OH I remember.” she smiled at the memory. Y/N hadn’t had a clue who he was at the time but the moment their eyes met it was already clear he is
the one. Though she still wondered how she had spilled the drink on herself … “I also remember how you couldn’t stop starring at my chest through wet shirt -”
“HEY it had been a while since I had seen anything like it.” he raised his hands in defence. “I’m quite happy you spilled that drink on yourself though. Other ways we might’ve missed each other.”
“Not possible. We would’ve found each other some other way. I’m sure of it.” she smiled at him as Kai sat on one of the chairs and pulled her down on his lap , wrapping his arms around her tightly.
“I hope so. OH and I have a surprise for you. Well , another one.” he said , taking a small box she hadn’t noticed hidden behind the flowers. “This is for you.”
Y/N took the box and opened it finding a key inside. She looked up at him with curious look in her eyes. There had been a lot of things she had expected to find in there but a key was not one of them.
“A key? What does it open ?” she wondered , holding it with her fingers.
“Y/N , we’ve – we’ve been together for more than 5 months now. I don’t even know how I got that lucky to have met you in the first place , let alone to have fallen in love with you and have you loving me back.” he started , not taking his eyes away from her. “You are staying over most nights anyways. I just thought that – maybe you’d like to move in with me ? Officially ?”
“I would love to.” said Y/N smiling. “But are you sure ? You know how annoying I can be. I’ll eat your pork rinds and sing at the top of my lungs when my favourite song plays on the radio , distract you all the time - ”
Kai laughed under his breath , gazing into her eyes. Nothing Y/N did could ever annoy him. What they had was special. It had been this instant connection you see in movies. From the moment he had first seen her , he had felt something towards her - even before the merge. There was just something about her that drew him in like a magnet.  After the merge it had slowly started becoming clear to him what those emotions meant and eventually they found their way to each other. Y/N had changed his life and he had changed hers.  They loved each other more than any of them could put into words. Y/N would do anything for him and Kai was the same when it came to her.
“I love you more than anything Y/N… and I don’t ever ever want to know what its like to live without you.” said Kai , his eyes sparkling like never before. “And I want to wake up next to you every morning. Forever.”
“I don’t want to what life without you is like either. ” she said smiling. “Losing you would mean losing a part of me and I know I wont recover. I love you.” she said softly. “More than words.”

Y/N opened her eyes , feeling a tear roll down her cheek. Every time a moment she and Kai had shared returned as a dream to her , it was always like this. It wasn’t like the memories were sad , no - the memories were happy , but the hole in her heart had never healed. It had been four years since Kai had died and Y/N would still stop by his grave at least once a day or more. Some days her ‘stopping by’ meant spending hours sitting on the ground next to his headstone , talking to him. At least Stefan had been sensitive enough towards her feelings , understanding that they loved each other and had helped her bury him. Damon had had other intentions.
The past few years Y/N had spent hating him and that had drawn a rift between her and her friends. Every time the subject was brought up they’d just start arguing with her how Kai had never changed and had fooled her into believing that he had. Not that it mattered to Y/N. The heart wants what the heart wants and she would’ve loved him either way. None of the people she grew up with was willing to admit that Bonnie stabbing Kai in the back , literally , and ditching him in 1903 had caused the chaos at the wedding. Kai had even said it himself. Damon and Bonnie had had tricked him and Kai had believed them because he had wanted to , not realising what a huge mistake that was. How was he not to snap again ? He spent weeks in 1903 used as a human blood bag to Lilly’s heretics. Being left alone again in another Prison World was going to have it’s consequences. Yet Kai hadn’t been completely gone even then , he never had been. Why else would he stab Jo first , making sure she is dead before killing himself and taking his entire coven with him ? No , Kai cared about his sister enough to spare her the slow painful death the rest of the coven would have to endure after he jammed that piece of glass in his neck. Everyone always expected the worst from him and in the end he had given in , living up to their worse expectations. Nothing Y/N said to her friends mattered though…

A sigh left her lips and she placed her hand on her forehead , trying to blink back the tears. Four years and it was still him. It had always been only him and it would always be him. Losing him didn’t hurt any less with time as people always said. Stefan had offered to take away her suffering , make her forget and help her move on but Y/N had refused. There was no way she’d ever let someone mess with her memories of Kai and – moving on ? How does someone move on after losing their other half ? No. It wasn’t possible.
Y/N’s phone rang interrupting her thoughts. DAMON said the caller ID. A groan left her lips and she clicked ignore. Last thing she wanted was to talk to her least favourite person on this planet. Her phone rang again , and again. Finally she picked up realising there was no other way to get rid of him.
“What is it Damon?” she said sounding more annoyed than ever. “If you have called to gloat again I swear -”
“Don’t hang up , just listen.” he said starting to talk really fast. “I know you hate my guts and you don’t ever want to see my face or hear my voice ever again. You made that very clear but … I think I can make it up to you.”
“What ? Did you invent a time machine that would take me back to the time I tried to stake you so I can finally get some peace of mind?” she rolled her eyes. There was no way for Damon to make it up to her. Not now , not ever. He had tried apologising and she had told him multiple times that  ‘Sometimes I do things I don’t have to do.’  does not count as an apology. One of the few times he had tried that half-ass apology , she had tried to stake him and almost had succeeded if it hadn’t been for Stefan intervening.
 “Let me say HI. Let me say HI.” said a very familiar voice from the other end of the line. Y/N blinked fast a couple of times sure that her dreams were now turning into full blown hallucinations. And even if that was true , all of the sudden Damon had he complete attention.
“No. Not a time machine but something happened.” said the vampire. “Meet me downtown in 30 minutes near the diner ? You know , the one you tried to stake me in after I tried to apologise?”
“Wait , who’s in the car with you?”
“Just come meet me. ”
“Wait , Damon if you don’t tell me who - ”
“And wear something nice. BYE.” said Damon , hanging up a second later.
Y/N stared at her phone screen shaking her head. It wasn’t possible was it ? No. Her mind was playing tricks on her … or Damon was playing another twisted game but either way she had to know. She opened the nightstand’s drawer pulling out the same wooden stake she had tried to use to kill him the first time. If he was messing with her , things would get ugly and this time he was going to get it.
Quickly she got up and put on her favourite jeans and one of Kai’s tshirts. Y/N could never bring herself to give them away or any of his things. Why would she? After he had asked her to move in with him officially , he had practically packed her things for her with magic and they moved in the same day , a few hours after he asked actually. Living in his apartment had been the only thing to keep her from falling apart 100% after his death. Y/N could feel him everywhere around her - sometimes she could literally see him smile at her from across the room or motioning for her to come sit on his lap while watching TV. Everywhere she looked , he was there … only it wasn’t really real. It was all her imagination. Y/N brushed her hair , pulling it in a loose ponytail , grabbed her phone and put the wooden stake in her backpack before running outside.

Y/N walked down the street taking a turn just to where the diner was with her phone in her hands just about to dial Damon’s number when she spotted him in standing at the beginning of one of the alleys talking on his phone and there was someone incredibly familiar with him.
  “Come on Damon. Next victim won’t find itself.”

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Falling In Reverse - One

Spencer x Reader

Y/N was not ready for this. At all.

Flying, she hated it. But it was a necessary evil if she wanted to visit her family. Which she did but she also didn’t. Y/N going home for her sister’s wedding. Her younger sister’s wedding. And she was going alone, armed with a barrage of replies to the ‘why are you single?’ questions she knew she’d get from her relatives. None of her answers would satisfy them though. But she’d cope. There was a free bar, that was going to get her through it.

Glancing around the plane briefly Y/N saw that it seemed full of tourists, people visiting Vegas for the first time. There was that sense of buzz and and excitement in the air. The buzz and excitement that she no longer felt. Having lived there for eighteen years it quickly wore off, as did the constant, “Oh you’re from Vegas? Can you count cards?” No, she couldn’t. But she was a pretty decent poker player so she did at least fit that one stereotype. Y/N had moved away for college when she was eighteen and now ran a small bookshop in Virginia. It wasn’t what she’d expected to be doing at 26 years old but she loved it all the same. There was just something about books, the smell of them, the feel of them in her hands knowing that the pages contained an entirely different universe sometimes, one that she could immerse herself in. Y/N had started working there at college and when the previous manager had left, Sally the elderly owner had offered her the job. As she wasn’t particularly doing very well in her chosen studies, she’d taken it.

Slipping her book between her leg and the side of the seat, Y/N clutched her bottled water and cursed herself for not buying any hard candy to suck on. She hated flying, taking off and landing was the worst, and sometimes she suffered from an intense pressure build up in her ears which gave Y/N a headache for days. At the moment though it looked like she was going to be lucky enough to have an entire row of three seats to herself, it was approaching takeoff time and so far no one else had claimed the other seats.

“Excuse me, excuse me.. ” a tall man with brown hair that looked like it hadn’t seen a hairbrush let alone touched one in years was trying to skirt around the air hostess that was helping the family in the row behind. Managing to slip by, he took out a few items and then stashed his satchel in the overhead locker before flopping down into the seat at the end of the row.

Guess you weren’t going to have the row to yourself after all, Y/N thought to herself

She tried not to look at him as he fidgeted, trying to fold his long legs into a comfortable seating position for the flight. Finally getting settled, he gave Y/N a quick look and then pulled out his book, burying his head into it.

The crew got ready for take off, neither Y/N or the man sat by her paying any attention to the safety instructions the air hostesses went through. Y/N was a seasoned flyer as much as she disliked it and she assumed he was too. As the plane sped down the run way Y/N closed her eyes and breathed deeply, her hands clutching the arm rests as the palne took off.

As the plane gained altitude Y/N started to feel that familar pressure building in her ears. She began to swallow, wishing she had some candy to suck on, it always helped in the past. Her ears popped once and then almost immediately the pressure began to rebuild.

“Do you want something to suck on?”

A voice came from her right and Y/N’s eyes flew open. It was the man sat next to her looking at her with concern. Y/N swallowed hard, her ear giving a little squeak.


“Would you like something to suck on?” he asked again, clearly not realising how his offer sounded. Y/N stifled a laugh, wincing slightly as her ear went again.

“I think they frown upon that here,” she told him seeing his brow furrow.

Y/N could almost see the penny dropping in his mind and his cheeks blushed a furious red as he fumbled in his pocket pulling out a packet of hard candy.

“Sweets, I meant sweets!”

He was cute, a little squeak to his voice.

“Are you sure? Cos it sounded like you were propositioning me…..”

He fidgeted again looking extremely uncomfortable and Y/N grinned, the interaction with this cute stranger distracting her from her own discomfort.

“Look, do you want one or not?” he thrust the packet towards her and Y/N took one, popping it into her mouth and tasting the sweet but tangy taste of lemon sherberts, her favourite.

“Thank you. I appreciate it…. And I’m sorry for making fun.”

“It’s okay. I do realise how it sounded,” he sounded more relaxed suddenly and Y/N turned to study him.

He was definitely attractive, even despite the messy hair. Strong jawline, hazel eyes and plump pink lips. He was dressed in courdroys and a pale blue button down shirt with a navy cardigan thrown over the top. One leg was tucked under the other and he had converse on his large feet. His hands rested on his lap, twiddling with the ends of his cardigan and she could see a watch worn over the sleeve of his jacket rather than under. Y/N wondered how old he was, she couldn’t quite tell.

“I wonder if that line would ever work on anyone?” she pondered out loud.

“Probably not. Now I think about it, said to the wrong person and it would probably earn someone a slap round the face.”

Y/N laughed and she could see the corners of his lips twitching upwards.

“Good job I’m not the wrong person then.” Hearing a ping she looked up and saw that the seat belt sign had flashed off. Phew, that meant the worst of it was over and Y/N just had to endure the rest of the flight praying there wasn’t any turbulence.

The man beside her unbuckled his belt immediately, readjusting his position slightly. Glancing down he saw Y/N still had hers fastened.

“Erm… You can take your belt off you know. The seat belt sign is off.”

She raised your eyebrow at him. “Wow. First you offer me something to suck on, now you’re trying to convince me to take my belt off.”

The man turned red again.“ I… I….. I…” he stuttered. Y/N burst out laughing.

“It’s not nice that you’re making fun of me you know. I’m just trying to be helpful,” he looked like a puppy that had just been kicked and she suddenly felt bad.

“Shit… I’m sorry. I just… It’s just… I didn’t mean to upset you….”

When he smirked, a glorious smile crossing his face reaching up into his eyes, she knew that he’d been messing with her. He spoke again.

“Truce? No more innuendos? At least I’ll try… ”

“Haha. Okay, truce. You don’t proposition me again and I won’t tease you about it. I do have to thank you though. You’ve distracted me so far. I hate flying and you’ve made taking off much more enjoyable than it usually is.”

“Well… I’m, erm.. I’m glad I could help. I think… ” he tucked a loose lock of hair back behind his ear and then coughed slightly before continuing, “I’m Spencer.”

Attractive name for an attractive man.

“I’m….” Y/N glanced upwards quickly. “I’m Charley.”

Spencer narrowed his eyes and then the corners of his mouth twitched upwards again.

“You’re not, but that’s okay. I’m a stranger and you don’t want to give me your actual name, I get it.. That’s very smart.”

“How… How did you know?”

“I work for the FBI. I’m a profiler so I’m trained to read body language amongst other things. You looked up before speaking, first sign someone is lying.”

FBI? Wow.

“Oh… Okay. I’m sorry, it’s just I don’t know you and the last movie I watched where someone befriended her fellow plane passenger, well. He tried to kill her.”

“Red Eye, right?”

Y/N nodded and he continued, “I’m no Jackson Rippner trust me. Those are the type of guys I catch. But like I say, I understand.”

“So Spencer, are you heading to Vegas on business then? Is there a bad guy I should be aware of?” She kinda wanted to keep talking to this guy despite not wanting to tell him her real name. Not yet anyway.

“Not business. I’m from Vegas actually, I’m visiting my mom. What about you, Charley.. ”

Y/N smiled at his use of her fake name.

“I’m from Vegas too. But I live in Virginia now. I’m going home for my sister’s wedding, something I’m not looking forward to at all.”

“Can I ask why not, or is that too personal?”

Over the next four hours Y/N and Spencer talked about her family and her upbringing. He told Y/N about his job and then about his Mom, looking suprised with himself and then revealing that he rarely talked about her. When the plane started it’s descent he distracted her again, talking about his favourite books. When Y/N eventually disembarked they walked together to the luggage terminal and Y/N and Spencer both hesitated, knowing they had to go their separate ways.

Digging in her bag, Y/N pulled out her cell phone.

“So I guess it’s my time to proposition you. Could I maybe get your number? Maybe we could hang out here, or when we get back to Virginia?”

Spencer blushed again but recited a series of digits which she saved in her phone. She quickly called him, seeing him pulling out his phone with her own number flashing up on the screen.

“There, now you have my number too,” she told him.

“So I do. But what do I save it under? Charley or…?” he asked and she smiled softly.

“Y/N. Save it under Y/N.”

Negan Imagines - The Blame

Originally posted by werewolvesxo

Spoilers obviously

A/N: Okay so that episode killed me several times and of course this fucker ^ killed two of my favourites like seriously I burst into tears when he hit Abraham cause it felt like he hit me in the heart with Lucille. And I don’t even want to talk about Glenn cause that just wasn’t fucking okay. However I know a lot of you (including myself) probably fucking hate this piece of shit but I also know a lot of you love to hate this man (and hate to love him) so even though I could barely watch the episode cause I was crying so much, I did kinda die when Negan started saying everything was his cause dayum I don’t care if he killed my children, he does things to me. 

I left out the end where Maggie tells the others to leave because it was just too painful for me to watch let alone write it. So I hope you don’t mind.

Summary: You’re the one who accidentally led the Saviours to the group cause Negan has an interest in you. Basically an episode based on the season 6 finale and season 7 premiere but Negan is crushing on you, Rick’s daughter.

Pairing: Negan x reader, Father!Rick x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 3,921 (oops…Guess I got a little carried away.)

Warning: Well, if you all have seen the episode be prepare to go through the hell of Ab’s and Glenn’s deaths again and the violence. Strong language. Age difference.

It was your fault. It was all your fault. That’s what you thought. That’s what you believed as you stared down at the blood and brains on the ground in front of you. 

You had gone out for a walk, you hated being trapped inside Alexandria some days so you had to sneak out for some air. To practise your fight on nearby walkers. You knew if your dad found out, you’d never be left alone ever again, you’d always have someone keep an eye on you which is why you were usually extra careful.

Only a handful of people knew you snuck out; your brother, Sasha, Abraham and Aaron. None of them liked it but none of them stopped you. On occasion, Sasha or Abraham would join you but that day you had gone alone. 

You had gone further you normally would go, you were in the mood for exploring and you were heavily armed so assumed it was safe to go so far. 

Eventually you heard voices, then you saw them. You were hid behind a tree, the foliage around you would hid you even if you moved from behind the tree. There was only five of them, the ringleader stood bold and clear. He was tall, handsome, with a salt and pepper beard and a leather jacket. 

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And here we are again my darlings, chapter two. Thank you for your patience and the fact it’s actually now 25 hours late…. I hope you all enjoy it! It’s also a damn long chapter so settle in kiddos! Next chapter teasers come every Friday and new chapter every Sunday!

Chapter one can be found HERE or you can read/subscribe/bookmark it HERE on Archive of Our Own. 

Thank you’s to my ever lovely editors and friends @takemeawaytocamelot and @mybeautifuldecay - you’re both absolute wonders and I adore you both. 

Without further ado, bon appétit! 

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Engraved pt. 13

<– Engraved 12 | Engraved 14 –>

Short: You’re a tattoo artist for a gang known as EXO who own a club down town. (read synopsis at masterpost)
Words: 7992 
Warnings: nothing???? maybe like a sexual innuendo, and fraud
Pairings: D.O. x Reader, slight Kai X Reader, slight Chen X Reader
A/N: Sorry for not updating in so long! I hope you guys like it, share this please. I want it to read 40 notes before I update the next one. thank you for reading!

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A week later
Kyungsoo pov

He found you in the bathroom, after he’d gotten up to find the bed empty next to him. Your bed. He’d come home at 3am from a job, you hadn’t asked. All you had done was open up the covers and welcomed him in, where he pulled your back against his chest and dozed off easily.
But now he followed you to the bathroom, bare feet, clad in boxers and a shirt. You were leaning over the sink splashing water in your face. He wasn’t sure whether he should reply, but the bunching of the muscles in your shoulders were clear under the top you were wearing. Your legs shaking, bare apart from shorts.
“Go back to bed.” You whispered, finding his eyes in the mirror. Yours were sleepy, but wide awake. He immediately knew. 

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

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Test Drive

Pairing: Linstead
Timeline: After 4.15.
Genre: Smut

A/N: I got so many mixed answers, and I know somebody wanted fluff to brighten up the dreary-weathered Sunday, but @allenting wanted smut, so here you go. At least you won’t be too cold.

If this gets notes, you might be getting a special surprise tomorrow. Just saying. S1 fluff from my 50tl series. x2.

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A Good Start To The New Year *Steve Rogers x Reader* NSFW

Originally posted by lauraharrier

Requested by Anon:  As for the Steve New Year’s smut, how about the reader comes to a party that their friend (Nat) invited them to and the reader doesn’t know anyone so they feel bad when it strikes midnight, but Nat introduces the reader to Steve and they hit it off and he kisses her and they feel sparks and Steve pulls her away and weeeelllllll
Ratings: Mature Content (+18) Male oral recieving (I write too much female oral, let’s spice it up!), hair pulling and swears.
Remember to wear a condom because I forgot to mention that!

Characters: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanoff (mentioned)

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Note - Disclaimer, I am *new* to smut writing, so if this is all kinds of bad then we’ll blame the fact I’m a novice lol. Let me know what you think, controlled-criticism is welcome (as in, please be nice about your criticism of my smut. If you think I need to work on stuff, tell me nicely, I am a sensitive sunflower that’s trying their hardest.)

You had turned up to the New Year’s Eve party in a tight, long sleeved bodycon, red dress with a criss-cross cleavage cut. It clung to your body in all the right places and this was the first time, in a long time, you were actually able to wear it. Your best friend, Natasha, had approved the dress from the moment you stepped through the door.

You had started the evening in a relatively good mood, you stuck by Natasha as she introduced you to a few of her friends, a lot of men eyeing you up but that wasn’t anything new. There was only one problem with coming to this party, you only knew Natasha, meaning at twelve you had no one to kiss. This would be fine if it didn’t bother you so much.

You would have kissed Natasha if she didn’t already promise her kiss to her friend Sam. You were shit outta luck, stuck at a party without knowing anyone or even a sliver of a chance of getting a kiss this New Year’s, you tried not to let it bother you but honestly the more you ignored the clock ticking, the more aggravated you got.

“Y/N,” You turned away from your drink at the bar to Nat, who was towing Steve Rogers, Captain America behind her. “Steve, this is Y/N, my friend and now mingles.” She left with a flash of a grin as you chuckled.

You glanced back at Steve who was watching Natasha leave; he had opted to trade in the blue Cap suit for a normal, black tux- considering this was a formal Stark party. He looked better in person than you expected, he smiled shyly at you, you patted the stool beside you and he silently took it. It’s silent between you both as you toy with your glass, Steve opens his mouth a few times before deciding what he wanted to say.

“So,” He began, you glanced up and he frowned, “You and Nat? How did you two become friends?”

You chuckled lightly, “Umm, I actually work as a blood splatter analyst, and Nat needed my help on a mission.” Steve raised his eyebrows but looked confused, “I analyse blood splattering’s at a crime scene, basically.”

He nodded and that started the conversation, you talked about everything and anything, from his current favourite sports team to both of your works. The conversation flowed easily and you mentally thanked Nat for introducing you both.

When the countdown started you weren’t as upset about not having anyone to kiss, Steve didn’t leave your side to go kiss whoever he may have promised, meaning he didn’t have anyone; you kinda hoped maybe he’d indicate for you both to kiss but you didn’t want to push yourself onto him. You looked around as everyone was smiling, counting down next to their loved ones or kissing partners, you felt immensely envious over it.

Once it reached the end of the countdown, a few party poppers went off and fireworks in the distance could be heard, the music restarted as everyone turned and got their New Year’s kiss. Before you could down your drink a little tap upon your shoulder got your attention. You turned to Steve who is looking expectedly down at you, you frown but before you can question his odd behaviour he’s leaning down, capturing your mouth with his lips.

It’s a soft kiss, delicate and sweet, as you expected kissing him would be like. His hands slid and grab your waist, tugging you flush against him and you gasp against his mouth, he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss. His tongue moving against your own in a heated kiss, a kiss you didn’t expect from him, you weren’t opposed to this as you ran your fingers through his blonde locks.

When he pulls away you’re both panting for air, locking eyes you notice the intense stare, his bright blue eyes are considerably darker and his cheeks slightly flushing at the intense make out. His hair a tad messier cause of your wandering hands that now rest on his broad shoulders, his eyes watch as your tongue darts out and licks your bottom lip that’s slightly swollen.

“Do you wanna-maybe- I don’t know-“

You cut him off quickly, “Yes, absolutely yes!”

When you make it to what you assume is Steve’s room, he has you pushed up against the door, hands cupping your jaw in a heated kiss as your own are sliding up his chest feeling the silk shirt he’s wearing and deftly undoing the tie around his neck. You use the tie to pull him closer to your mouth only he slides his lips to your neck, sucking a few marks till he finds your spot, making you shiver delightfully. One of his hands trails down the length of your body, hooking under your knee and bringing your leg up to hitch onto his tiny waist, squeezing the flesh of your thigh in return.

You bring your hands up to his shoulders and begin to shove the jacket off, he helps and lets it fall to the floor and kisses you once more, one hand trailing up thigh that locked on his waist pushing the hem of the dress up and the other free hand trailing down your back and groping your backside. Bring you flush against him. Kneading at the flesh of your bum as your fingers rush to open his shirt.

Once most of his shirt is unbuttoned, save for the last few, your hands begin to wander over his chest. Feeling the muscles tighten and contract under your touch as you drag your nails down the expanse of his torso.

He pulls away and your leg drops, you look at him with wide, lust filled eyes because it’s truly a sight to behold. Steve Rogers, heaving chest with shirt half unbuttoned, and predatory gaze whilst a very distinct bulge in his dress pants. He steps to you; hands grabbing your hips and turning you around, you steady yourself by pressing your palms to the door. Your heart hammering as Steve moves your hair and kisses your neck, his fingers tugging at the zipper on your dress.

His hands slide over your shoulder pushing the red fabric off your body, slowly moving it down your arms and you stand straight as the dress pools at your feet, clad in just red lacy panties and the black heeled pumps. He groans against your neck, hands coming round to knead and pinch at your breasts causing gasps and breathy moans to escape your parted, red lips.

“You know,” you begin but your breath hitches when one of his hands trails down your stomach and plays with the hem of your panties, “it’s unfair that you’re still dressed.” You manage to whisper out and he chuckles against your skin.

“You’re more than welcome to do something about that.”

You turn around instantly in his arms and kiss him briefly as your hands untuck his shirt, unbuttoning the last of the few buttons. His shirt falls to the floor and you are finally able to take in what’s before you. His toned chest and sharp V line, it made you wonder how anyone could let him keep all this concealed.

You unbuckle his belt, smirking as he watches you intently and breath hitching when you glide the zipped down, knuckles brushing against the bulge hiding under the boxers he’s wearing. Without wasting another moment you get down on your knees, pulling his pants and boxers down his legs, his erection springing free from it’s confines.

“You really don’t have –Oh God,” you didn’t allow him to finish that sentence as you took him in your mouth, his hands flying to your head and weaving into your hair.

You smile as you relax your throat and take more of him, swallowing lightly and pulling off before your gag reflex could kick in, your tongue swirling around the tip as your hand gripped around the base and softly started to stroke in time with your licks. You feel Steve’s hips stutter as he’s trying to control himself, although his firm grip in your hair and pulling at the scalp, lets you know he’s not really in full control.

F-uck, you look so hot,” you shoot your eyes up and watch as Steve watches you, he bites his bottom lip as you bobbed your head a few times. Your tongue traces the underside of his cock and you feel his whole body shudder, you lick from base to tip before taking him back into your mouth. 

“Okay, st-stop.” He doesn’t sound too commanding but you pull off with a satisfying ‘pop’ sound.

Steve tugs on your hair, indicating for you to stand up and you wobbly stand up straight, his hand weaving into the back of your hair and pulling your mouth back to his. This time the kiss is more forceful, dirtier than before.

“If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m gonna explode,” you mutter against his mouth and it’s the honest truth, hearing him being so close to coming undone by your mouth just riled you up even more if that was possible. “So, get to it.” You never thought you’d be ordering Steve Rogers to fuck you but hey, it’s a new year.

He chuckles and pulls away, “Yes ma’am.”

He pushes you on the bed and kneels at the end, finally, he grips the hems of your lacy underwear and pulls it down your body, kissing your inner thighs and he lets the garment drop to the floor. You whine when his fingers swipe through your wetness, repeating the words again in a breathy, rushed moan.

“Get on your hands and knees.” It’s a soft demand and you turn over, you feel Steve’s hands roam your ass as you get into a comfortable position, tenderly smoothing your skin, “you’re so beautiful.”

The sentiment and hushed voice made your face and whole body flush, trust Steve Rogers to say a beautiful compliment to you, whilst you’re naked on your hands and knees for him. Your thoughts are cut short when you feel prodding at your entrance, you suck in a shaky breath as he pushes in, the initial intrusion is slightly painful but once he’s buried to the hilt you feel a wash of pleasure.

One of Steve’s hand’s brackets at your hip the other trailing up your spin, leaving goosebumps in it’s awake; his hand settles in the crook of your neck and lovingly squeezes and you let out a soft sigh. You wiggle slightly as an indication for him to carry on and a groan from deep in his throat releases at the sensation rippling through him.

He pulls back leaving just the tip in before slamming back into you, you moan loudly at the sound of skin slapping skin, the feel of him covering your body and starting up a quick pace. The first few thrusts are sloppy and uncalculated, till he gets use to it, once he finds a steady rhythm he’s driving home with each punishing snap of his hips. Hitting your g-spot expertly, his grunts and little, ‘Oh fuck’ make you quiver under him.

You feel Steve leave kisses against your shoulder blades, softly nipping as he kept up the ruling pace of his hips and then you feel his fingers circling your clit, you gasped loudly in surprise. His fingers rubbing, twisting and pinching at the nub, you feel the coil tighten within seconds and you’re reduced to a moaning mess unable to tell Steve how close you are. His hand on your hip tightening, most likely gonna leave bruises, you weren’t complaining over that reminder.

“Cum for me, Y/N, go on.” His voice hots against your ear and with a punctual snap of his hips and flick of his skilled fingers you’re falling off the edge.
Your mouth opening in a silent scream, or maybe you did scream, you can’t be sure since the only noise you can hear is Steve’s skin meeting yours and his grunts of how good you are at your ear.

Steve’s hips start to stutter as you clamp around him like a vice due to the earth-shattering orgasm, one of his hand grasp your breast and after a few thrusts he moans and stops, spilling inside of you and panting against your neck, hips involuntarily stuttering and his hand squeezes your breast a little too roughly but it’s more painful-pleasure.

You both stay like that, panting for air and sweaty, after a few long seconds that could be minutes you feel Steve kiss the back of your neck and pull out. You sigh at the feeling of emptiness but your limbs feel like jello, you shakily roll over onto your back as Steve lies face first onto the comforter beside you.

“That was a good start to the new year,” you breathlessly chuckle and Steve smirks as he lifts his head to look at you.

He sheepishly grins, for someone who just expertly got you to orgasm he was being a little shy, which was oddly endearing. “This doesn’t have to be just a New Year thing, we could maybe, I don’t know grab dinner sometime this year?” You smile brightly.

“I’d like that, a little backwards but I like eating,” he chuckled and nodded whilst biting his bottom lip and he looked like he wanted to say something, “What’s on your mind, Captain?”

And it was like something switched on or rather, someone got turned on because whatever he was thinking was suddenly gone from his mind as he stared at you almost wolfishly. Best New Year’s ever, you still needed to thank Nat.  

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Huntress- Part Two: Family Reunion

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E2, so (duh) warning: SPOILERS

Part One
This is going to be a series I write over the course of Season 12 using the episode plot lines to mix on with my own ideas. This parts particularly long btw I got a tad carried away

Wincing, you turned your head in attempt to look away from the sight but your eyes wouldn’t leave his mangled body. Sam Winchester, your Dad was screaming in pain.
You’d only just met him, but in this situation that didn’t matter. It could of been a complete stranger sat in that chair, in some ways it was, but you still wanted them to be okay. You didn’t want to see anyone else get hurt.

 They dragged a blade down his chest, tracing the rips on his shirt. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, throwing his head back and breathing heavily.
Crimson trickled down him from all the wounds they’d abused onto his body.

Control the pain’ Your Mum’s words ran through your brain as you continued to stare in disgust. You willed him on silently, wanting him to stay as strong as he had so far. What was it Ms Watt had said? “No one can withstand that much pain and not break.”.

You swallowed nervously when Toni paused. It was always more worrying when they’d stopped. The Men Of Letters were unpredictable, if nothing else. She smirked and looked between the pair of you. “Let’s see how much family means to you, shall we?” She declared softly, lifting your Dad’s chin with the tip of the blade before wiping it’s bloody sides on his ripped shirt dyed with blood.

She strode over to you as confident as ever. Your wide eyes watch her.
Her hand hit your face. Just once. One clean hit.
“That’s for getting me into this mess” She hissed as though she wasn’t sure whether she should have sad it. “I don’t like getting my hands dirty.” 

You smile politely “And yet here you are.”

“You’d be dead if it weren’t for my orders.”

“Since when do you follow your orders?!” You argue. It came out more loudly and angrily than you’d expected it to.

She smiled coldly before grabbing your forearm, clearly you’d hit a mark. You grunt in pain as her thumb slowly sank into the stitches she’d given you last week from the bullet wound. Her finger nail dug through the wound as remnants of blood trickled down your arm. Painfully slow, she continued until she reached the bone. You screamed in pain and shut your eyes.


“How about now, Sam?” She called over your gasps, tilting her head in his direction but her eyes never left where she applied the agonising pressure.

Control the pain.

You weren’t looking at him but you knew he still wouldn’t say..and rightfully so. You shook your head just to make sure, to reassure him you were on board with it. 

“I wonder how far we can go. Tell me, would you let her die?”

“Leave her alone.” He growled.

Blood and puss spilled out and along your arm. Toni wiped her hand on a flannel by the sink in the room. “I suggest you prepare yourself. What was it your Mother always said? Control the pain.” She grinned, as if amused by your Mum’s words. As if she knew just how much you wouldn’t be able to

“Believe me I’m trying.” You mumble, catching your breath back and staring down at the broken threads. 

“Hey, are you okay?” You Dad asked form the chair he’d been re-tied to. He’d definitely taken the worst of it today. He had done since he’d arrived. And still he wanted to know if you were okay? Of course you were, anyone would be compared to what pain they were putting him through!

You nodded weakly, staring bleakly at the wound she’d opened up again. Returning his concern, you managed a “You?” 

You didn’t see him smile lightly at this. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry.” You sigh, leaning against the harsh uneven stones behind you.
“It’s not your fault.” He sounded almost amused by the idea. What could a kid have done to make all this happen? 
If only he knew.
“It kind of is…the only reason they’re interested in you is because of me…” You paused, racking your brain before adding “well, and the whole apocalypse thing.”
He chuckled. Despite everything- he chuckled.
”Not that you’re the only one’s to save the world.” You note.
”Seriously?” He sounded curious. Interested in what you had to say- a first for you. It was strange, to be having something close to a conversation in such a position. Tied up. Chained down. And yet talking.
“Seriously, America isn’t the only place in the world you know. Last known apocalypse threat was in Norway.”
“Right, of course.” He nodded, going along with it.

The room fell silent as you watched the sun rise slowly from the cracks in the barricaded doors. It wasn’t too uncomfortable. Just quiet. Neither of you wanted to say or ask much with the cameras recording it all. You knew he had questions, your Mum always told you how you got your never dying curiosity from your father. Hell, you had questions too but what could you possibly ask? Where to start? 
You hoped he would. for you.

“Look, there’s no easy way to ask this, but…did they…did they…kill your Mom?” He asked, his American accent now more dominant than before.

“…Yeah,” You nod, looking up at him for once “If you step out of line they’re not very forgiving.” You sighed.

“I’m sorry-“ He paused but it still sounded as though he had more to say when the door swung open. Your heads turned to see Toni back, she had that mischievous look to her and you didn’t like it one bit.

“Oh go screw yourself.” Sam spat, making you smirk a little.
“Three Winchesters in one room, it must be my lucky day.” 


She dragged in a tall man, his arms chained much like yours only unattached to the wall. He had a leather jacket, shorter hair and loose jeans complete with combats. A Hunter for sure. Flecks of dirt where speckled across his sweating brow and grass-stains smudged his jeans at the knees where the denim had faded.

“Dean?” Your Dad’s face went ashen. You frowned for a second in thought.
“I’m just as pleased to see him as you are.” She dragged him down the steps and connected his chains to the ceiling.
His face was plastered with anger and regret. No doubt regretting his previous actions.
He’d probably landed on the mark just outside the trapdoors. They teleported trespassers in- which would have been nice to know before you’d planned your escape last week. You were originally on the chair in the room, but after that attempt- which, mind you,would have worked if it weren’t for that teleportation symbol- they chained you up.

You look up at the open door, eyeing a possible escape route before turning your attention back to the man: ‘Dean’.

“I thought you were dead.” Sam looked so relieved you would have thought he’d been released.
“I’m not sure that I’m not” His green eyes fell on you but you were already observing him “Who’s the kid?”

You snort quietly: ‘Kid.’

“That’s uh…my uh…daughter.”

You looked away when Dean stared back at you. You hadn’t noticed Toni getting out a new instrument of torture until now. 

Dean’s face fell to a confused and shocked frown as he looked at you.
“How long was I gone?” Dean joked, busying himself with comedy as he struggled to take it in.
“Not that this isn’t a beautiful family reunion or anything, but I‘d love to get back to the main point here.” Toni smiled, her sinister eyes watching the three of you. “Did you know, Dean. Bodies have certain pressure points of intense pain when prodded. There’s the earlobe, under the belt of course, and my personal favourite: just under the eyelid-”

You gave up listening to her ramble on when you heard the quietest of footsteps. You turn your eyes toward the doorway at the top of the steps and see the shadow of someone. The silhouette was perfectly still and armed with a gun.  You tried to rack through names in your mind to figure out who this was but no one made any sense. It couldn’t be Mick could it? The shadow jolted into motion and swung so they were on their side. This time you could see the body. It was a female, dirty blond hair and angry eyes. She wore a jacket over a t-shirt, jeans, and brown boots. And she was staring directly at you. 

You looked back over to Toni who continuing to talk, prod, and demand answers- oblivious. You looked back at the woman and nodded.

She nodded back before cocking her gun and holding it up to the back of Toni’s head. “Get away from my boys.” She spoke coldly and firmly.
Toni turned to face the woman. “Drop it.” She moved her gun to point at the metal rod and then back to her face.

Toni did.

“…Mom?” Your Dad stared in shock at this rescuer. 
“Yeah, I know.” Dean nodded, smirking at his brother.

Toni continued to stare.
The woman stepped forward and kicked her to the floor. “That’s the ground.”
Never lowering her firearm, she stepped backwards and found the keys to your chains. She glanced over to you, as if considering whether she could in fact trust you or not. Without any more hesitation, she tossed them to you and you caught them despite the chains. You unlocked your left, then your right, the cold metal finally falling away from your wrists.

You jumped to your feet, instantly into fight-mode.
Careful to avoid the radius Toni could reach, you stepped around her and unlocked the chains so Dean was free. As you pressed the key into the lock you heard the shouts of the women. A gunshot. Another shout. Punches. A kick.
You tried to drown out the distractions, there could be a gun aimed directly at the back of your head for all you knew at that moment. A millisecond away from death. But you had to free them before you could worry about yourself.
Finally, the chain’s unlocked and you caught a “..Thanks, Kid…” as he raced to join the fight, his hand patting your shoulder for a second as he rushed past. You avoided them and grabbed a knife from the table in the corner to cut your Father free.

Just as expected, Dean and the lady had the upper hand…but Toni slit the palm of her hand with the metal and suddenly the lady fell to the floor. She clasped her hands round her throat and gasped for air. “Stop the spell.” Dean practically screamed.
“If you kill me, you die with her.” Toni smirked, manipulation was something she enjoyed a little too much.
You shook your head, knowing the truth and strode over to Toni, knife still in hand. She watched you, her face becoming more and more worried as you neared. You ignored Dean’s warnings for you to stay back. A small smile crept on your face and only one thought was on your mind: revenge. 

Raising the blade, you stabbed it straight through her palm and into the wall behind her- preventing her from moving any closer. She screamed in pain and thrashed her free hand out to try and punch you. You blocked with ease, twisting her hand round until a small crack sounded. She screamed once more.
Revenge? Tick.

“Oi! Leave her” A London accent filled the room. You noted the point of authority he used to hold over you and you shook your head in disbelief before turning round and glaring at him. “Alright.” You greet coldly. 
You step back from Toni at your own accord. Hovering between joining your Father and remaining solo.
You didn’t notice your Dad step towards you.

Mick looked at you with disappointment. He had the audacity to look down at you as iif they were your orders to ignore or as if it was your mission to fail.  He walked over to Toni, pulling your blade from her hand. She cried out. “You had specific orders, Bevell,”
He wiped the blade and set it back down on the table before turning to face your Father, his brother, and his Mother. “I’m sorry about Bevell, Lads. I really am. She’ll be dealt with back in London, trust me.”
You wondered if he meant that or not. You wondered if you could ever trust him again. 

You wondered if you’d ever get the chance.

“And Sam, Y/N’s your problem now. I don’t particularity give a damn whether you want her or not but she’s not use to us anymore…” You look down at this, you’d thought maybe he meant what he’d told you before. Apparently not. 
You were just another tool to gain America’s trust. 

The rest of what he said was what you’d heard him practice a thousand times. You could have listened, but what was the point? You’d learnt the entire speech at this point. You could recite it for him if he was that desperate. But, something told you he wasn’t.

The one thing you’d failed to notice thus far was a stiff figure stood close to Dean. He had a long tan-coloured trenchcoat, white shirt, and blue tie. He looked strangely formal- it suited him.
You looked at the man, who was watching Mick with a small frown on his face. 
Who was he? And why didn’t he look quite right? There was something slightly odd about him that made him different from the rest of you…but what?

When Mike had finished his proposal and left you felt the room fall to silence. How many eyes were on you?
Sighing, you make your way over to the table and open up the draw. Maybe they’d left it behind for you.

“So she’s your…kid?” Dean asked, clearly not picking up on the fact that you didn’t appreciate the use of the word.
“..Uh, yeah. Her Mum was uh, before I met Jess. I had no idea…” Your Dad said what anyone would have said. About how shocked they were to have found out. But you were to busy rummaging through the draws to find it.
Despite the tense atmosphere, you smiled to yourself when you saw it- your Mum’s pistol. She’d left it to you and it was the one thing the Men Of Letters respected as rightfully yours, no questions asked. You checked the ammo to make sure none had been used before tucking it in your jacket and finally looking up.

As suspected, four pairs of curious eyes were on you. You shifted awkwardly, unable to stare back any longer.
“We should get going.” The man who you still didn’t know declared. His voice was deep and gruff, but sympathetic also. 
You were too tired to question anything.
“Yeah, come on.” Dean nodded, steering past you to the stairs and open doorway. The Lady followed. The man in the trench-coat was next. Then your Father.
But unlike the others, your Dad stopped in the doorway.
“You coming?” He asked, smiling encouragingly.
You were taken back by this. After everything, all the vague pieces of information Mick and Toni offered and their obvious associations with you and yet he still wanted you.

“You mean…you actually want me to come?” You ask quietly, finally understanding the feeling of being wanted. A man who you barely new was willing to accept you into his household. Hell, you were even from different countries.
“Y/N,” He took in a deep breath, this was the first time he’d said your name “You’re my daughter..” He stepped down so he was closer to you “Of course I do.”
He tilted his head back slightly to gesture you out of the room “Come on then, let’s go.” His arm loosely held your back as he gently took you away from the room.  

Huntress- P3: I Have To Go

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