just gonna throw his name in there

7

•MY FATHER’S REACTION TO SOME OF THE CHARACTERS FROM YURI!!! ON ICE•
Above are the exact photos I showed him—

(1/?)

1) Yuuri Katsuki
Dad, confidently: “Oh, I know him. That’s Yuri.”
Me: “Age? Country?”
Dad: “Japan…um…17?”

2) Viktor Nikiforov
Dad, while laughing: “Umm…Yuri??”
Me: “Ok, (laughing) age and country?”
Dad: “Kasakstahn…19”

3) Yurio Plisetsky
Dad: “That’s a…that’s a Jill. Jill’s 14”
Me: “He’s a guy…they’re all guys…”

At this point, my sister, who had also seen yoi, and I are laughing hysterically.

Dad: “No way…ok, um…Jerome?”
Me: “…sure, dad”
Dad: “He’s got a big attitude…that’s and Australian. He’s thinking about throwing a shrimp on the barbie right now”

4) Otabek Altin
Dad: “That’s-uh…Miguel”
Me: “Ok lol where’s he from”
Dad: “…Spain…he’s 19”

5) Jean-Jacques Leroy
Dad: “That’s Spain’s(referring to otabek) brother…that’s Juan”
Me: “Country?”
Dad: “England”
Me: “Age?”
Dad, without hesitation: “37”

6) Chris Giacometti
Dad:“Whoa, Justing Beiber 2008”
Me: “Name and age?”
Dad: “That’s-uh…that’s Justin, he’s 20. Like, tomorrow’s his 21st birthday and he’s planning to get VERY drunk. He’s gonna get…lit.”
Me, dying of laughter: “And where’s he from”
Dad: “That’s a Canadian if i’ve ever seen one…Mr…frosted tips…”

7) Phichit Chulanont
Me: “Name, age, country?”
Dad: “…Dora from Venezuela…he’s 13. And those are his hamsters, ee-nie, mee-nie, and mine-nie.”

Overall—

Me: “So, Dad, bonus points if you can tell me if they are gay or straight”
Dad: “I’m gonna give you a little spoiler…they’re all gay…they’re figure skaters.”
Me: “Ok, you have a point, but still…”

Yuuri- “gay”
Viktor- “Gay”
Yurio- “oh it’s jill, well i guess she’s straight”
Otabek- “gay”
JJ- “gay”
Chris- “SCREAMING GAY…THE GAYEST OF GAY”
Phichit- “…gay furry”


Me: “Ok, Dad, final and most important question. Are you ready?”
Dad: “I’ve never been more ready”
Me: “Two of the characters that are gay are actually in a relationship. Which characters?”
Dad: “Yuuri…and…um, Viktor???”
Me: “YES! YOU GOT IT!”
Dad: “BOOM! NAILED IT! that’s worth 98% right there”

I think it’s pretty safe to assume that my Father has very little knowledge of Yuri!!! On Ice. If he got it right, it’s most likely because of him hearing my rants😂

‘Just can’t stay away’

Request: Elena warns you to stay away from Damon, whose in love with you and you with him, but one night you can’t resist him any longer

Pairing: Damon x reader

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (sexual content, fingering, sex)

You​ ​sigh​ ​and​ ​roll​ ​your​ ​eyes​ ​at​ ​your​ ​friend,​ ​Elena,​ ​as​ ​she​ ​folds​ ​her​ ​arms​ ​and​ ​walks​ ​to​ ​stand​ ​in front​ ​of​ ​you,​ ​giving​ ​you​ ​a​ ​hard​ ​stare.  

‘He’s​ ​bad​ ​news​ ​Y/N’​ ​she​ ​tells​ ​you​ ​‘stay​ ​away​ ​from​ ​him.’  

‘I’m​ ​trying’​ ​you​ ​shoot​ ​back,​ ​knowing​ ​she​ ​means​ ​well​ ​but​ ​frustrated​ ​with​ ​her​ ​at​ ​the​ ​same​ ​time. You​ ​couldn’t​ ​take​ ​another​ ​lecture​ ​from​ ​her​ ​just​ ​now.​ ​Since​ ​your​ ​run​ ​in​ ​with​ ​Damon​ ​earlier,​ ​you just​ ​needed​ ​to​ ​see​ ​him,​ ​and​ ​be​ ​with​ ​him.  

‘What​ ​exactly​ ​did​ ​he​ ​say​ ​to​ ​you?’​ ​she​ ​asks,​ ​sighing​ ​too.  

‘He…’​ ​you​ ​begin,​ ​feeling​ ​a​ ​ball​ ​of​ ​happiness​ ​inside​ ​of​ ​you​ ​at​ ​the​ ​thought​ ​‘he​ ​told​ ​me​ ​he wanted​ ​to​ ​speak​ ​to​ ​me.​ ​He​ ​said​ ​that​ ​I​ ​made​ ​him​ ​better,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​wanted​ ​me​ ​to​ ​be​ ​his.​ ​He​ ​told me​ ​he’s​ ​in​ ​love​ ​with​ ​me!’​ ​You​ ​can’t​ ​help​ ​but​ ​grin​ ​as​ ​you​ ​relay​ ​his​ ​words.​ ​Elena​ ​does​ ​anything but;​ ​her​ ​face​ ​is​ ​set​ ​in​ ​a​ ​straight​ ​line.​ ​‘I​ ​want​ ​to​ ​be​ ​with​ ​him​ ​Elena.​ ​I​ ​love​ ​him’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​her.  

‘I​ ​know​ ​you​ ​do…but​ ​Y/N​ ​I’m​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​help​ ​you.​ ​Damon​ ​Salvatore​ ​is​ ​not​ ​a​ ​good​ ​guy.​ ​He’s selfish​ ​and​ ​reckless,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​hurts​ ​the​ ​people​ ​he​ ​loves.​ ​I​ ​mean,​ ​think​ ​about​ ​it.​ ​He​ ​turned​ ​Ric’s wife.​ ​He’s​ ​killed​ ​his​ ​way​ ​through​ ​hundreds​ ​of​ ​people.​ ​He’s​ ​killed​ ​Jeremy!​ ​What​ ​do​ ​you​ ​think he’ll​ ​do​ ​to​ ​you,​ ​if​ ​you​ ​let​ ​him​ ​get​ ​close​ ​to​ ​you?​ ​You’re​ ​just​ ​a​ ​human,​ ​you’ve​ ​got​ ​no​ ​means​ ​of protection.’  

‘He​ ​wouldn’t​ ​do​ ​that!’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​her​ ​‘he​ ​said​ ​I​ ​bring​ ​out​ ​the​ ​good​ ​in​ ​him.​ ​He​ ​wouldn’t​ ​hurt​ ​me,​ ​I know​ ​it.’  

‘You​ ​can’t​ ​be​ ​sure​ ​of​ ​that.​ ​No​ ​one​ ​can​ ​ever​ ​be​ ​sure​ ​of​ ​the​ ​things​ ​Damon​ ​does,​ ​or​ ​why​ ​he does​ ​them.​ ​Please,​ ​save​ ​yourself​ ​the​ ​pain​ ​and​ ​the​ ​heartache​ ​and​ ​possible​ ​death,​ ​and​ ​listen to​ ​me.​ ​Stay​ ​away.’  

‘I​ ​need​ ​to​ ​think’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​her,​ ​as​ ​a​ ​signal​ ​for​ ​her​ ​to​ ​leave.​ ​She​ ​shakes​ ​her​ ​head​ ​at​ ​you​ ​‘I​ ​hope you​ ​chose​ ​wisely’​ ​she​ ​says​ ​as​ ​she​ ​leaves​ ​the​ ​room.​ ​You​ ​lay​ ​your​ ​head​ ​in​ ​your​ ​hands,​ ​your mind​ ​spinning.​ ​You’re​ ​in​ ​love​ ​with​ ​Damon,​ ​but​ ​Elena​ ​is​ ​one​ ​of​ ​your​ ​best​ ​friends,​ ​and​ ​she’s dating​ ​his​ ​brother,​ ​Stefan,​ ​who​ ​knows​ ​him​ ​better​ ​than​ ​anybody.​ ​You​ ​just​ ​don’t​ ​know​ ​what​ ​to do;​ ​whatever​ ​you​ ​decide,​ ​someone’s​ ​going​ ​to​ ​get​ ​hurt.​ ​It’s​ ​not​ ​the​ ​first​ ​time​ ​you’ve​ ​had​ ​this conversation​ ​with​ ​Elena,​ ​and​ ​so​ ​far​ ​you’ve​ ​tried​ ​your​ ​best​ ​to​ ​keep​ ​your​ ​distance.​ ​But​ ​now you’ve​ ​heard​ ​him​ ​say​ ​those​ ​words​ ​out​ ​loud,​ ​it’s​ ​made​ ​it​ ​so​ ​much​ ​harder.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​him,​ ​and now​ ​you​ ​know​ ​for​ ​sure​ ​he​ ​wants​ ​you​ ​too.  

Your​ ​head​ ​still​ ​spinning​ ​with​ ​your​ ​thoughts,​ ​you​ ​lay​ ​back​ ​on​ ​your​ ​bed​ ​and​ ​close​ ​your​ ​eyes, deciding​ ​to​ ​sleep​ ​on​ ​it​ ​for​ ​a​ ​while.  

Hours​ ​later,​ ​you’re​ ​still​ ​not​ ​asleep.​ ​You’ve​ ​given​ ​up​ ​by​ ​this​ ​point.​ ​It’s​ ​getting​ ​really​ ​late,​ ​and there’s​ ​only​ ​one​ ​person​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​see.​ ​Damon.​ ​You​ ​can’t​ ​resist​ ​him​ ​any​ ​longer.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​to feel​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​and​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​on​ ​you.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​him​ ​to​ ​take​ ​you​ ​and​ ​make​ ​you​ ​his.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​him. You​ ​can​ ​feel​ ​a​ ​wetness​ ​growing​ ​between​ ​your​ ​legs​ ​just​ ​thinking​ ​about​ ​it,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​squeeze your​ ​thighs​ ​together​ ​agitatedly.

​​​Making​ ​up​ ​your​ ​mind,​ ​you​ ​rise​ ​from​ ​your​ ​bed​ ​and​ ​walk​ ​quietly along​ ​the​ ​corridor,​ ​until​ ​you​ ​reach​ ​Damon’s​ ​room.​ ​You​ ​knock​ ​quietly​ ​on​ ​the​ ​door,​ ​knocking again​ ​harder​ ​when​ ​there’s​ ​no​ ​reply.​ ​Again,​ ​he​ ​doesn’t​ ​respond.​ ​You​ ​strain​ ​to​ ​hear​ ​if​ ​there’s any​ ​movement​ ​coming​ ​from​ ​inside.​ ​Deciding​ ​there​ ​isn’t,​ ​you​ ​turn​ ​around​ ​to​ ​go​ ​and​ ​look​ ​for him​ ​elsewhere,​ ​only​ ​to​ ​run​ ​right​ ​into​ ​Damon​ ​himself.​ ​He’s​ ​obviously​ ​just​ ​come​ ​from​ ​the shower;​ ​his​ ​hair​ ​is​ ​wet​ ​and​ ​messy,​ ​as​ ​though​ ​he’s​ ​just​ ​been​ ​running​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​through​ ​it,​ ​and he’s​ ​wearing​ ​nothing​ ​but​ ​a​ ​towel​ ​covering​ ​him​ ​from​ ​the​ ​waist​ ​down.​ ​Just​ ​the​ ​sight​ ​of​ ​him​ ​is enough​ ​to​ ​bring​ ​a​ ​rush​ ​of​ ​heat​ ​between​ ​your​ ​legs.​ ​You​ ​look​ ​up​ ​at​ ​him,​ ​your​ ​eyes​ ​betraying your​ ​feelings.  

‘Y/N,​ ​are​ ​you​ ​okay?’​ ​he​ ​asks,​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​growing​ ​dark​ ​as​ ​he​ ​realises​ ​‘what​ ​is​ ​it?’ 

‘I​ ​need​ ​you.​ ​Now’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him,​ ​in​ ​a​ ​voice​ ​dripping​ ​with​ ​lust.  

Damon​ ​doesn’t​ ​waste​ ​a​ ​second​ ​after​ ​the​ ​words​ ​have​ ​left​ ​your​ ​mouth.​ ​He​ ​leans​ ​down​ ​to​ ​kiss you​ ​roughly,​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​on​ ​your​ ​cheeks,​ ​his​ ​tongue​ ​slipping​ ​into​ ​your​ ​mouth.​ ​You​ ​kiss​ ​him back​ ​just​ ​as​ ​hard,​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​pull​ ​him​ ​closer​ ​even​ ​though​ ​there’s​ ​no​ ​more​ ​room.​ ​He​ ​picks​ ​you up​ ​and​ ​walks​ ​into​ ​the​ ​bedroom,​ ​pushing​ ​you​ ​up​ ​against​ ​the​ ​wall​ ​and​ ​pinning​ ​your​ ​hands above​ ​your​ ​head.​ ​He​ ​kisses​ ​across​ ​your​ ​jawline​ ​and​ ​down​ ​your​ ​neck,​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​lingering​ ​on​ ​the sweet​ ​spot​ ​behind​ ​your​ ​ears.  

‘Damon’​ ​you​ ​moan​ ​softly.  

He​ ​moves​ ​his​ ​left​ ​hand​ ​down​ ​from​ ​your​ ​wrists,​ ​leaving​ ​them​ ​both​ ​pinned​ ​up​ ​by​ ​his​ ​right,​ ​and starts​ ​to​ ​ghost​ ​it​ ​over​ ​your​ ​bare​ ​skin.​ ​The​ ​lightness​ ​of​ ​his​ ​touch​ ​leaves​ ​goosebumps,​ ​and​ ​has you​ ​almost​ ​begging​ ​for​ ​more.​ ​You​ ​start​ ​to​ ​feel​ ​your​ ​panties​ ​grow​ ​wet,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​cast​ ​your​ ​eyes down​ ​over​ ​his​ ​bare,​ ​toned​ ​chest.  

‘What​ ​do​ ​you​ ​want​ ​me​ ​to​ ​do?’​ ​he​ ​asks​ ​you,​ ​his​ ​voice​ ​breathy.  

‘Anything.​ ​Please,​ ​I​ ​need​ ​you’​ ​you​ ​whimper.  

‘Use​ ​your​ ​words’​ ​he​ ​commands,​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​grazing​ ​your​ ​breasts,​ ​earning​ ​him​ ​another​ ​moan from​ ​you.  

‘Finger​ ​me’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him​ ​‘fuck​ ​me​ ​until​ ​I​ ​can’t​ ​walk.’  

‘Someone’s​ ​eager’​ ​he​ ​whispers​ ​‘as​ ​you​ ​wish.’  

He​ ​picks​ ​you​ ​up​ ​and​ ​throws​ ​you​ ​on​ ​the​ ​bed,​ ​quickly​ ​removing​ ​your​ ​t-shirt​ ​and​ ​bra​ ​and throwing​ ​them​ ​across​ ​the​ ​room.​ ​He​ ​takes​ ​your​ ​boobs​ ​in​ ​his​ ​hands,​ ​squeezing​ ​them​ ​as​ ​he kisses​ ​your​ ​mouth​ ​and​ ​down​ ​your​ ​jawline,​ ​sucking​ ​on​ ​your​ ​tender​ ​skin​ ​and​ ​leaving​ ​a​ ​trail​ ​of marks​ ​down​ ​your​ ​collarbones.​ ​He​ ​kisses​ ​down​ ​to​ ​your​ ​left​ ​boob​ ​and​ ​takes​ ​your​ ​nipple​ ​in​ ​his mouth,​ ​biting​ ​down​ ​on​ ​it.​ ​Sparks​ ​of​ ​pleasure​ ​race​ ​through​ ​you,​ ​as​ ​your​ ​rub​ ​your​ ​other​ ​nipple between​ ​your​ ​fingers.  

‘Fuck,​ ​Damon’​ ​you​ ​groan,​ ​your​ ​other​ ​hand​ ​knotted​ ​into​ ​his​ ​dark​ ​hair​ ​‘I​ ​need​ ​your​ ​fingers.’​ ​He moans​ ​softly​ ​at​ ​your​ ​words​ ​and​ ​your​ ​hands​ ​tugging​ ​his​ ​hair,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​vibrations​ ​on​ ​your​ ​skin only​ ​intensify​ ​your​ ​pleasure.  

Damon​ ​runs​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​down​ ​to​ ​your​ ​waist​ ​to​ ​pull​ ​your​ ​jeans​ ​down,​ ​kissing​ ​the​ ​material covering​ ​your​ ​clit​ ​before​ ​slipping​ ​his​ ​fingers​ ​beneath​ ​it​ ​and​ ​running​ ​them​ ​over​ ​your​ ​folds.  

‘Fuck,​ ​you’re​ ​so​ ​wet’​ ​he​ ​groans.​ ​He​ ​uses​ ​his​ ​finger​ ​to​ ​collect​ ​your​ ​arousal,​ ​before​ ​putting them​ ​into​ ​his​ ​mouth​ ​to​ ​taste​ ​you​ ​‘​ ​and​ ​you​ ​taste​ ​so​ ​fucking​ ​good.’  

‘Damon’​ ​you​ ​moan​ ​again,​ ​your​ ​hips​ ​bucking​ ​up​ ​in​ ​your​ ​eagerness​ ​and​ ​your​ ​need​ ​to​ ​feel some​ ​kind​ ​of​ ​friction.​ ​He​ ​smirks​ ​at​ ​you​ ​before​ ​removing​ ​your​ ​panties​ ​and​ ​slipping​ ​a​ ​finger inside​ ​of​ ​you.  

‘Fuck’​ ​you​ ​gasp​ ​as​ ​he​ ​starts​ ​to​ ​thrust​ ​it​ ​into​ ​you,​ ​the​ ​roughness​ ​of​ ​his​ ​finger​ ​exactly​ ​what​ ​you need.​ ​‘Fuck,​ ​harder,​ ​I​ ​need​ ​more.​ ​Damon!’  

He​ ​adds​ ​another​ ​finger​ ​and​ ​then​ ​another,​ ​curling​ ​them​ ​into​ ​your​ ​g-spot​ ​as​ ​you​ ​moan​ ​his name​ ​and​ ​a​ ​string​ ​of​ ​profanities.​ ​He​ ​attaches​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​back​ ​to​ ​yours​ ​and​ ​bites​ ​down​ ​on​ ​your bottom​ ​lip,​ ​moaning​ ​along​ ​with​ ​you.  

‘Keep​ ​saying​ ​my​ ​name​ ​baby’​ ​he​ ​groans​ ​‘you’re​ ​so​ ​fucking​ ​sexy.’​ ​He​ ​uses​ ​a​ ​thumb​ ​to​ ​rub furious​ ​circles​ ​on​ ​your​ ​clit,​ ​his​ ​other​ ​hand​ ​reaching​ ​up​ ​to​ ​squeeze​ ​your​ ​boob,​ ​only​ ​adding​ ​to your​ ​pleasure.  

‘Faster’​ ​you​ ​moan,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​speeds​ ​up,​ ​adding​ ​another​ ​finger,​ ​until​ ​he’s​ ​got​ ​four​ ​slamming​ ​into you.​ ​Pleasure​ ​overtakes​ ​your​ ​body,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​throw​ ​your​ ​head​ ​back​ ​wildly,​ ​your​ ​eyes​ ​rolling backwards​ ​at​ ​the​ ​sensation.  

​‘FUCK,​ ​DAMON’​ ​you​ ​scream.  

‘Yes,​ ​scream​ ​my​ ​name​ ​baby,​ ​just​ ​like​ ​that’​ ​he​ ​tells​ ​you,​ ​as​ ​you​ ​pull​ ​at​ ​his​ ​hair​ ​and​ ​buck​ ​your hips​ ​upwards​ ​into​ ​his​ ​fingers.  

‘Shit,​ ​I’m​ ​gonna​ ​cum’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him.​ ​You​ ​can​ ​feel​ ​the​ ​knot​ ​burning​ ​in​ ​the​ ​pit​ ​of​ ​your​ ​stomach, and​ ​your​ ​legs​ ​start​ ​to​ ​shake,​ ​unable​ ​to​ ​bear​ ​it​ ​any​ ​longer.  

‘Cum​ ​for​ ​me​ ​baby’​ ​he​ ​says,​ ​his​ ​fingers​ ​curling​ ​into​ ​your​ ​g-spot​ ​as​ ​he​ ​thrusts​ ​them​ ​in​ ​over​ ​and over,​ ​moving​ ​his​ ​thumb​ ​from​ ​your​ ​clit​ ​to​ ​your​ ​folds.  

‘Shit,​ ​shit,​ ​shit’​ ​you​ ​curse​ ​as​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​yourself​ ​release​ ​over​ ​his​ ​fingers.​ ​He​ ​slowly​ ​removes them,​ ​moving​ ​his​ ​thumb​ ​back​ ​up​ ​to​ ​rub​ ​your​ ​clit​ ​as​ ​you​ ​orgasm.​ ​He​ ​raises​ ​his​ ​fingers​ ​back up​ ​to​ ​his​ ​lips,​ ​tasting​ ​you​ ​again.  

‘Fuck​ ​Damon’​ ​you​ ​gasp​ ​‘oh,​ ​shit.’​ 

​You​ ​look​ ​up​ ​into​ ​his​ ​electric​ ​blue​ ​eyes​ ​‘this​ ​needs​ ​to​ ​go’ you​ ​tell​ ​him,​ ​tugging​ ​at​ ​the​ ​towel​ ​he’s​ ​still​ ​wearing.​ ​He​ ​pulls​ ​it​ ​down​ ​quickly,​ ​leaving​ ​his​ ​rock hard​ ​cock​ ​to​ ​spring​ ​up,​ ​slapping​ ​his​ ​stomach.​ ​You​ ​whimper​ ​again​ ​at​ ​the​ ​sight,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​crawls on​ ​top​ ​of​ ​you,​ ​lining​ ​himself​ ​up​ ​with​ ​your​ ​entrance​ ​before​ ​pushing​ ​inside.​ ​He​ ​gives​ ​you​ ​a moment​ ​to​ ​adjust​ ​to​ ​his​ ​size​ ​before​ ​starting​ ​to​ ​move,​ ​grinding​ ​his​ ​hips​ ​into​ ​your​ ​own.  

‘Y/N’​ ​he​ ​moans​ ​‘you’re​ ​so​ ​fucking​ ​tight.’​ ​You​ ​groan​ ​in​ ​pleasure​ ​as​ ​he​ ​speeds​ ​up,​ ​your​ ​hand flying​ ​down​ ​to​ ​rub​ ​your​ ​own​ ​clit​ ​in​ ​rhythm​ ​with​ ​his​ ​thrusts,​ ​as​ ​you​ ​buck​ ​your​ ​hips​ ​upwards, trying​ ​to​ ​get​ ​as​ ​much​ ​friction​ ​as​ ​possible.  

‘Shit,​ ​oh​ ​fuck’​ ​he​ ​groans,​ ​his​ ​moans​ ​mixing​ ​with​ ​yours​ ​as​ ​he​ ​continues​ ​to​ ​thrust,​ ​going​ ​faster and​ ​faster,​ ​as​ ​he​ ​kisses​ ​you​ ​roughly.​ ​You​ ​wrap​ ​your​ ​legs​ ​around​ ​his​ ​waist,​ ​making​ ​you​ ​both moan.​ ​More​ ​moans​ ​and​ ​profanities​ ​fill​ ​the​ ​air​ ​as​ ​he​ ​continues​ ​to​ ​slam​ ​into​ ​you,​ ​his​ ​cock stretching​ ​you​ ​out,​ ​just​ ​enough​ ​so​ ​that​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​pain​ ​and​ ​pleasure​ ​at​ ​the​ ​same​ ​time.  

‘Keep​ ​going​ ​baby,​ ​that​ ​feels​ ​so​ ​fucking​ ​good’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him.​ ​‘SHIT’​ ​you​ ​scream​ ​as​ ​he​ ​hits​ ​your g-spot​ ​‘right​ ​there,​ ​fuck​ ​baby.’​ ​He​ ​thrusts​ ​into​ ​it​ ​again​ ​and​ ​again​ ​as​ ​you​ ​scream​ ​his​ ​name.   

‘You​ ​feel​ ​so​ ​good​ ​baby’​ ​he​ ​says,​ ​moving​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​to​ ​squeeze​ ​your​ ​boobs​ ​again.​ ​He​ ​moans into​ ​your​ ​hair​ ​as​ ​your​ ​walls​ ​clench​ ​around​ ​him,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​his​ ​thrusts​ ​starting​ ​to​ ​become sloppy,​ ​letting​ ​you​ ​know​ ​he’s​ ​almost​ ​at​ ​his​ ​end. 

‘Y/N​ ​I’m​ ​gonna​ ​cum’​ ​he​ ​moans.  

‘Me​ ​too’​ ​you​ ​groan.​ 

​You​ ​kiss​ ​his​ ​neck,​ ​nipping​ ​at​ ​the​ ​skin​ ​with​ ​your​ ​teeth​ ​as​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​him release​ ​his​ ​load​ ​inside​ ​of​ ​you.​ ​You​ ​release​ ​a​ ​moment​ ​later,​ ​your​ ​juices​ ​mixing​ ​as​ ​he​ ​thrusts​ ​a couple​ ​more​ ​times,​ ​helping​ ​you​ ​both​ ​to​ ​ride​ ​out​ ​your​ ​orgasms.  

‘Fuck’​ ​you​ ​gasp​ ​as​ ​he​ ​pulls​ ​out​ ​of​ ​you​ ​and​ ​lays​ ​back​ ​on​ ​the​ ​bed​ ​next​ ​to​ ​you,​ ​panting.​ ​He​ ​looks over​ ​at​ ​you​ ​and​ ​smirks,​ ​before​ ​asking​ ​‘so,​ ​are​ ​you​ ​still​ ​going​ ​to​ ​stay​ ​away​ ​from​ ​me​ ​now?’

boyfriend! ong seongwoo
  • the sweetest but also cheesiest
  • constantly uses pick up lines
  • says he thought of them all himself but you know he probably found them on wikipedia
  • he always wakes up before you do and he spends his time staring at your face and counting your eyelashes
  • always greets ur waking face with good morning sunshine :DDDD even if you look ready to murder six men
  • texts u memes. of himself.
  • you do it too but he’d be like stop i haVE COPY R I GHT but he actually loves it
  • and also he’s the one who snapchats the stupidest faces to you at 4am
  • you: jisung is the true meme king
  • him: lo UD DRAMATIC G A S P
  • on christmas he carries a mistletoe with him and when he sees u he just casually lifts it above ur heads and winks
  • “babe what’s our ship name gonna be tho”
  • he loves skinship!! Hugs you all the time :DD
  • will randomly jump out of the closet to engulf you into a hug while giving you a heart attack
  • on cold days instead of turning up the heater u like to just grab him and snuggle and he always has this WARMEST smile when u do
  • cuddle-obsessed as well!!! he likes to wrap you both in blankets snugly and watch a movie while feeding you popcorn and snacks
  • he’s always like “if my fans can buy an entire star and name it after me why can’t you kiss me goodnight” and you’re just sIGHS F I NE
  • he smiles all the time but when it’s just you chilling together alone he gets this really jinja daebak and heol fond and soft look and has a tendency to stare at you lovingly bc he’s so happy that you’re his and he’s yours :DD
  • that was so cheesy brb gonna throw uP jesusususus
  • you’d be like “ong why’re u staring at me” and he’d say “because there’s a pineapple on ur face” bc he actually doesn’t have the guts to tell you the real reason why
  • “also stop calling me ong bc when we get married u might have to take my surname”
  • seongwoo: i’m not the jealous type
  • also seongwoo: blocks daniel’s number after he saw you two sharing a kit kat
  • it was a joke but after that seongwoo always brought it up whenever he sees daniel. “hey remember when you shared a kit kat with the love of my life sixty days and two hours ago? must’ve tasted very good u trAITOR”
  • he actually finds it almost embarrassing (even tho we all know he’s the embodiment of embarrassing smh) to say things like “i love you” seriously
  • he may say it in a playful/joking way (like that one time he stole your food and u told him u hate him and he said i love u 2) but if he ever says it out loud he’ll probably ask minhyun to bury him
  • like when he confessed to you he could hardly get the words “i like you” out of his mouth the entire thing was actually him stuttering and almost dropping the small bouquet of flowers in his hand
  • butt!! once when he got home he found you sleeping on the couch
  • he sighed with a smile and bridal carried u to the bed ohoho
  • after he laid u down and tucked u in carefully he took a moment to just look at you and take in who you are as a person
  • being an idol with a hectic schedule means he really doesn’t get to see u v v v often yet you’ve been putting up with it long enough for him to understand how lucky he is to know you
  • and he just…kind of caressed your face and whispered those magical three words he never had the guts to say when you’re awake and he blushed so hARD and needed to leave the room and splash his face with water and run six laps around the neighborhood to calm down
  • his dream is to take you on a vacation to somewhere where he can forget his idol status and just enjoy a few sweet days as just two ppl in love
  • however regARDLESS of how much of a fool seongwoo acts to make you laugh he always makes sure that you know he loves you, whether it’s by sending you good morning texts or walking you home at a late hour or calling you when you’re having a rough day even if he’s busy
  • one time you told him that you wished you had better skin and he put his finger to your lips and was like stop that before i write a 6 page thesis on why you’re beautiful
  • and then a little later he ordered your favorite food from your fave place
  • sometimes you can tell that he’s tired and doesn’t want to talk and while some people just leave him alone you know to just scoot to his side and put your head on his shoulder and let the silence act as a comfort rather than tension
  • and it’s just moments like when seongwoo is so glad you exist and his mind has a flash of a happy future with you
  • seongwoo, mumbling at a barely audible level: i love you
  • you: what was that :^)
  • seongwoo: nothing. be quiet and sleep you eavesdropper

Originally posted by euigeon

Fighting For You // Carl Gallagher

“Carl! Go to class!” I laugh as Carl continues to make faces at me through the glass. He pouts but eventually walks off, god that boy is a piece of work. I walk down the main hallway of the place both Carl and I call hell, it’s usually known as school but it’s not to us.

“Hey skank,” I hear a loud, booming voice say from behind me. The reason I call school hell is because I get bullied, mostly by a girl named Madison and a guy called Bryan. Today it’s Bryan and a few accomplices.

“I’m not in the mood Bryan. Fuck off.” I say as I continue to walk down the hall, getting closer to my classroom.

“Hey!” He says as he grabs my arm and turns me around to look at him. “Don’t speak to me like that!” His rotten breath corrodes my nostrils. I cringe as a blob of spit falls onto my face. I rip my arm away from his grasp and wipe the spit off my face. Just as I’m about to walk away Carl shows up.
“Get the fuck away from her!”

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?” He says as he grabs me once again and pulls me up against his body. “Protecting your little girlfriend? Aw how cute. How are you gonna feel while she’s screaming my name as I fuck her senseless?” He laughs. I gasp as he places a hand on my thigh, just under my school skirt.

“That’s it!” Carl yells as he lunges towards Bryan. Bryan lets go of me and throws me onto the ground so he can fight Carl easier. I didn’t know what to do so I panicked and ran back to get Fiona.

“Fiona! Carl’s in trouble, come help me get him!” I yell as I run through the door.

“Wha-?? What are you talking about Y/N?”
“Ok long story short, I was getting bullied so Carl stood up for me and now he’s beating the shit out of the guy who was bullying me,” I say as I almost run out of breath. Fiona comes over and hugs me as my tears spill down her shirt.

“Carl will be fine Y/N, I promise. Let him deal with this on his own. He’s a big boy.” She tells me. She then lets go of me and makes me a quick cup of coffee. Fiona and I talk about school for a few minutes before a loud bang interrupted us. Carl storms through the door with a busted lip and eyebrow, I assume Bryan looks much worse.

“Oh my god Carl! I’m going to get V so she can clean you up!” Fiona yells as she runs out the front door to get her best friend who just so happens to be a nurse.

“Carl, are you oka-“ Carl places his lips on mine interrupting my question. I sling my arm around his neck as he pulls me up by my thighs and places me on the kitchen table, still kissing me. He begins to kiss down my neck, no doubt leaving hickeys. He then trails kisses up my neck, on my jawline and right back up to my lips. I slip my tongue into his mouth and continue to kiss him.

“Carl! V’s here to clean your…oh.” I hear Fiona walk in through the front door with many feet padding behind her. I pull away from Carl to see Fiona, V, Ian and Lip all standing at the door staring at me and Carl. I blush and hide my face in Carl’s neck.

“I see you’re feeling better already then huh?” V chuckles. Carl just laughs and sits on the bench leaving me sitting on the kitchen table in shock.
“Hah! You owe me 10 bucks, cough up.” Lip says to Ian. I raise my eyebrows at the two oldest Gallagher brothers. “Ian and I had a bet, I said that you two would get together in the next two weeks but Ian said a month.”
“You two are assholes,” I laugh as Ian hands over his 10 bucks unwillingly. Ian looks at me, taps his neck and winks before heading up to his room with Lip following behind laughing. I run into the bathroom to see three large hickeys on my neck.

“Carl! I’m going to kill you!” I yell as I head downstairs.

“Love you too baby girl,” He smirks as he jumps off the bench.


**this is my first imagine so no hate please**

tchrgleek  asked:

Jack gets hurt in an away game. Since he isn't out, Bitty can't get any information.

He’s in Madison, sitting cross-legged on his bed, clutching Senor Bun. Mama’s volunteering at the church tonight, Coach is downstairs watching tv. Bob and Alicia are in Italy for some retreat, and he couldn’t call if he wanted to. He very much wants to.

Jack is 2000 miles away, and he might be dying.

He’s called the hospital twelve times. He tries different departments, lies to a half dozen nurses and tells the other six people the truth. Jack Zimmermann is his ‘friend’, and he just wants to know if he’s okay. Please. 

Every single one apologizes and hangs up.

TMZ says ‘critical’. 

ESPN says ‘stable’.

HuffPo says ‘questionable’.

When the silence gets to be too much, he tears the throw off the foot of the bed and makes his way down to the living room, wrapped up like a burrito, trying not to think about the fact that he may not have a significant other by the time the night is over.

“Junior, you alright?”

Bitty throws himself onto the couch and stares blankly at the tv, following the ticker tape on the bottom of the screen quickly eating the end of Jack’s name.

“Jack’s hurt,” he says, and Coach makes a sympathetic noise.

“I saw, they’ve been replaying that hit all night. You heard anything from his family? He doing alright?”

“His parents are in Rome, and they won’t tell me anything.”

“Really? That doesn’t seem like them.”

“No, the hospital.”

Coach shifts in his chair. “You called the hospital.”

“I just want to know if he’s gonna die. Is that too much to ask? They just think I’m another reporter not his boyfr-”

Bitty catches himself, just barely, but he knows it’s enough, and he pulls the blanket over his head. He can hear the reporter start to recount the scene from the Falcs v Kings game when the room goes silent. Coach has turned off the tv, and Bitty startles badly when a soft hand touches his shoulder.

“C’mon, Son, if you have to be stuck here waiting on bad news, I’ve got some of Uncle Greg’s hooch stashed away.”

At least there won’t be two tragedies tonight.

so like two months ago for my Hellish Day of Travelling an anon requested “some post-ending shakarian fluff” and because I am mORTIFYINGLY SLOW the sketch I started on that day in response…is now finally finished!! I got carried away and kept making it more complicated and it just took longer and longer… but yeah! finally done! here are the shepard-vakarians and their post-destroy adopted family. as usual, BIG BIG thanks to @masseffectgayliens for being a total babe and letting me blather at them to figure out headcanons :)

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Extra Bacon on Whatever

Summary: You decide you need Sam, now. So you and him drive off in the Impala and park somewhere to have some fun
A/N: I wrote this in about an hour and a half so that means… you should grab some clean panties. <3
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Warnings: language, smut, oral (male receiving), I think that’s all? 
Word Count: 1,974

Originally posted by trenchcoatedangel67

Dean would not stop talking. You all had finished a hunt early in the day, and there wasn’t another one lined up - so in this motel room you sat. You, Sam, and Dean had migrated over to the table in the room; and as midnight approached, the more alcohol you all drank. Well, the more alcohol that Dean drank; and the more alcohol Dean drank, the more he talked.

You and Sam were all for a night off, but neither of you were in the partying mood this evening. You sat next to Sam, and Dean sat across from you. You’d finally gotten him to be quiet, even if it was just for a minute as you had him watching YouTube videos on your tablet. You and Sam enjoyed the silence for a moment.

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Tongue Tied || Peter Parker x Reader

I was supposed to write a drabble for Tsukishima for my DeviantArt page, but lost the muse to do so. here, have another peter parker x reader that no one asked for (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

I’m writing this in celebration of finally reaching 400 followers!!! ;w; this means so much to me ahhhh and I’m super excited!!

so to celebrate, I’m writing this story, which was inspired by ranma ½ where the doctor character loses his shit whenever the girl he’s in love with is close to him.

**I apologize for any grammatical errors since this was all written on my phone. When it’s posted then I’ll make sure to edit it a few more times just in case!**

warnings: none, just a really clumsy Peter Parker.

word count: 3,300+

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story. Reblogs are fine!

———————

Little did Peter know, just about everyone in his class was out to get him.

Now, it came as no surprise that Peter Parker wasn’t too poised even on his best days, but his clumsiness seemed to enhance by a tenfold whenever she was around.

[Full Name], a girl who seemed to blend in with just about any clique because of how kind and easy she was to talk to. The girl was not too popular nor much of a loner, she was just there.

But her presence was enough to turn Peter into a bumbling and tongue tied idiot. Many of the students who attended Midtown High could not find (or see) a reason why this Parker kid was so smitten with [Name]. All they knew was that watching Peter trying to communicate with the girl was hilarious.

Because of how his brain seemed to turn to mush around her, everyone who shared a class with both Peter and [Name] had conspired together to force the two of them together for the remainder of the year. They had no idea of the consequences, and was honestly just looking for a good laugh.

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anonymous asked:

do u think Raven (in the shower biz fic),once she saw Clarke stroll towards the shower w Bellamy in it, that she opened up the groupchat: Raven-it's happened!!- Raven-i'm @ bellamy n clarkes apt & theyre literally showering together!!!!!!!111!!!!!- Raven-who bet on 4 months- Jasper-IUFESJDKXNOUJFKXVCIHOFDLB- Jasper-FINALLY- Miller-yea that was me pay up *sunglasses emoji*-

this?? turned?? into?? a fic?? wow okay

wc: 2 458
part 1 | read on ao3

Saturday, 8: 53 a.m.
Mom and Dad aren’t home

Raven: i don’t mean to alarm anybody but i think bellamy and clarke are dating
Raven: or at least having sex

Harper: [click to view image]

Murphy: you can’t say that and then not expect us to be alarmed reyes
Murphy: some of us have money riding on this shit

Monty: pics or it didn’t happen

Jasper: FWEJFCERGBUJJFJEFS
Jasper: [click to view image]

Miller: Jasper if you don’t stop fucking screaming i’m coming over there and choking you

Jasper: ooh kinky ;) ;)

Monty: excuse you, i’m the only one allowed to flirt with miller here

Raven: yeah jasper, keep your kinks to yourself
Raven: this is me kinkshaming you
Raven: ARE YOU KINKSHAMED

Jasper: jokes on you kinkshaming is my kink

Monty: how much kink could a kinkshame shame if a kinkshame could shame kink

Miller: i will murder all of you is2g

Raven: we already have one psychopath in this groupchat miller we don’t need another one

Murphy: fuck you reyes

Harper: she didn’t say it was you murphy
Harper: … but we all know it’s you

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Why Vmin are called the “Soulmate Couple”

Long post

Before I get into this, I’d like to say, that this will provide examples as to how amazingly close vmin are to being considered real life soulmates. It’ll also help anyone who wants to know about vmin’s relationship and how close the two actually are. But overall, it’ll definitely explain why some of the fandom refers to them as already soulmates. Whether it’s viewed platonically or romantically:)

Okay here we go. Pray for me to be able to get all of this in one post.

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the best parts of the dream thieves (featuring me crying pt. 2)

part one

- “Ronan was everything that was left: molten eyes and a smile made for war” 

- Ronan’s second secret #gay

- Gansey: “i would have thought you had more muscles. Don’t feminist have big muscles?” i just want to punch him can someone please punch him

- gansey calling ronan an incredible creature #gay 

- “The elderly made ronan anxious” bitch me too!!!

- Ronan wanting to race kavinsky in the pig and adam is like dude no there is like 5 people in here we weigh too much and ronan goes: “noah doesn’t count” “Hey!” “You’re dead!” i love these nerds

- Gansey: “am I in your dreams?” Ronan: “Oh yes, baby” i hate him jsjksksk

- “Ronan sometimes dreamt of Adam, too” #gay

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13 Reasons Why (Tape 9)

Characters: sister!reader, John, Mary, Sam, Dean, Ketch, Toni, Mick, Claire(mentioned), Bobby(mentioned)

Warnings: mention of suicide, angst, loss, death, angst, swearing, crying, angst, murder, anger issues, did I mention angst?

Word count: 9597

Summary: Sam, Dean, John and Mary all take action against the British Men of Letters after Dean listens to tape 9.

Series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Where do we go from here, Dean thought. How will we move on? Can we move on from this? After these tapes, how will he ever live knowing that they caused you so much pain. How can he keep going when these things are hitting him in the face with all the facts that everyone that ever cared about you, never paid attention to?

Dean had started tape 9 in the car on the way to the motel they were staying at. It wasn’t too far from the bunker, only a couple of hours. When he arrived at the motel, he took a seat on the bed and continued to listen. As your words flowed through his ears and impressed him, he thought about all of the pain the others had caused to you and he couldn’t relate to them; however, he understood what this one felt like. He knew what it was like to be betrayed like this, but even worse to know what you had done.

He finished the tape. He actually finished tape 9 without pausing it and was shocked that Ketch was even capable of what you had spoke of. He knew what people like Rowena and Crowley were able to do, but this was a low blow… Even for Ketch.

“Dean, come on,” Sam said as they were all leaving the motel room. “We’ve gotta go talk to the victims, it’ll bring us closer to the British Men of Letters.”

“Coming,” he replied with a nod. But all Dean heard was, It’ll bring us closer to killing Ketch.

* * *

It was a few weeks after Rowena had practised her magic on you and you were not coping well. You hadn’t left the bunker in those few weeks and hadn’t eaten or slept much. Your brothers constantly pressed you to tell them what happened that night or who was involved but you would just scream at them and go back to your room. You couldn’t tell anyone about it. Rowena could find out and she would make Crowley return Jody’s soul to hell. Who could you go to anyway, your brothers? Or John? Or even Mary?

You missed Mary. You really did love her like she was your own mom, but the thing was she didn’t love you like a daughter. She was kind to you in front of your brothers and John, luckily you didn’t get any time alone so she couldn’t be mean to you.

A light tapping at your door pulled you from your thoughts before you regretfully said, “come in.”

“Hey, sweetheart,” John spoke softly. “We’re all going on a family trip for a big hunt, we obviously want you to join us. You in?”

* * *

Dean remembered back when they first worked with the British Men of Letters and were forced to trust them. It was after they had tortured Sam into giving them information about American hunters. They would work on cases with Mick Davies usually because he was the only one that Dean actually trusted. Ketch and Toni were his problem mostly, but even back then they had to trust them even after everything they had done to Sam.

* * *

“I don’t know, dad,” you told him with a forced smile, he could see in your eyes how damaged you were. “I’m not really feeling it right now.”

“You haven’t felt like doing anything for a few weeks,” he spoke softly. “You wanna talk about it?” He asked you as he closed your bedroom door and sat at the end of your bed.

You shook your head; your eyes darted away from him because you knew you couldn’t look him in the eye and not tell the truth. “I’m okay.”

“Listen, I know that your life hasn’t been easy, sweetheart. Especially since you’ve met me, and my wife and your brothers.. I know that, I get that. I also get that you can’t forgive me yet, or maybe you never can and that’s okay. I understand,” John stressed. “But what’s not okay is you locking yourself away from us all and not talking to us when you need to. I know that you’re suffering, and you have to know that you can speak to me. You don’t trust me, but that’s gonna leave you worse off rather than better.”

You let your eyes look back up at your father. Of course you didn’t trust him, he left you. He sucked. You hated him and you didn’t know if you could ever forgive him, but right now he was all you had and he was saying everything you needed to hear. You started to think that maybe you could beat this… You would give life one last chance.

* * *

“Can you describe what these people looked like?” Mary asked the young woman who held a child close at her hip.

“There was a blonde woman, or ginger. Like, strawberry blonde. She wore a red blazer with a white blouse and a black skirt. She wasn’t actually doing anything. She didn’t-” she began but caught her breath as she looked down at her son who was only five years old and would now have to grow up without a father. She whispered the rest of her statement. “She didn’t hurt my husband, there was a group of men wearing black gear, with guns in their hands. They all wore masks apart from one man that spoke to the woman in the blazer… I think she called him Keith, or Catch? Something like that. Also, they had British accents.”

She described them perfectly, it was the Brits after all. Toni and Ketch were still in on it and trying to kill all of the monsters in the States. One secret that Dean regretted they had to keep from this woman was that her husband was turned into a vampire a few years after their son was born. He and Sam had heard of this vampire before, that’s how he knew why the Brits had taken care of him. He was an awful monster, really. But the way they handled it was terrible; they were killing the whole nest right in front of the leaders wife.

“I don’t know who the people with my husband were,” she told them. “He used to go out a lot. During the night, just before the sun rose, he would head out and say he was going somewhere and not come back until night again. I followed him once, he headed to a warehouse about 10 miles from here. I didn’t go inside, I was scared of what he could have been doing. I guess, whatever it was, it got him in trouble with the wrong people.”

“Thank you for your time,” John thanked as he pulled a card out of his pocket and handed it to the woman. “If you remember anything else please don’t hesitate to call.”

They all stood around together, away from the woman they questioned, and talked about what she had said. “It has to be them, she described them perfectly!” Mary exclaimed.

“We can’t get too ahead of ourselves,” John reminded her, but Sam and Dean were with Mary on this one.

“Dad, come on,” Dean argued. “She said that a British woman called one of the men Keith or Catch, you can’t tell me that isn’t Ketch! And a red blazer? That’s got to be Toni.”

“Yeah, I don’t see it being anyone else,” Sam agreed. “If it was that would be too much of a coincidence. Like it was set up.”

“Yeah, set up,” John nodded. “That’s what I’m trying to say, Sam. I mean, come on, all of you! You really think Toni would be caught dead out here with those guys? You really think they would risk saying their names so loud that someone would hear them?!”

“So you think they’re setting us up?” Mary questioned.

“I think they’re trying to throw us off track,” John replied. “But that just leaves the question of, where are they?”

“Y/N would have had this figured out in no time,” Dean told them all. It was supposed to just be a thought, but the words escaped from his mouth. “She always was a smart kid.”

“Yeah, she was,” Sam agreed with a reminiscent smile. “I guess the four of us are gonna have to try and beat what Y/N could do on her own.”

“As if we would ever be able to pull of what she was able to pull off,” Mary added. “We need her.”

* * *

No one needs me, you thought. Why does no one need me? I wonder if anyone ever thinks to themselves, ‘I need her.’ No, of course they wouldn’t, so you scrapped the idea and packed your bag for this family road trip they had all planned.

Dean was driving with Sam next to him and you in the back seat. John and Mary had decided to take a different car they had got from Bobby’s at some point just so there was a little more room. Things were still awkward with your brothers because you refused to tell them what happened.

“How far is it?” You asked as Dean started to drive. “And who are these people?”

“You know how we’re all legacies? The American Men of Letters, these people are the legacies in Britain,” Sam finished.

“Wait a second,” you replied to your brothers, Dean kept his eyes on the road up the highway. “You can’t mean the British Men of Letters. You guys told me that they tortured Sam, or am I thinking of someone else?”

“Y/N-” Sam started to say.

“Oh my god,” you complained. “You have got to be kidding me. Working with the people that almost killed you?!”

“Our lives are complicated,” Dean told you sternly. “I know that is sucks and as much as we don’t want to work with them, it’s in our best interest to do so. I hate them, OK? Sam does too, we all do. But like I said, best interest and all that.”

“Well they can kiss my ass if they think I’m going to be nice to them,” you complained which earned a small chuckle from both of them. You were starting to act a little less angry and a little more, well, you. The you that they knew and loved, the one that’s happy. That’s how they wanted you to be because they hated the thought of you suffering.

“There’s one that’s not so bad, his names Mick,” Dean added. “Claire might have told you about him. She met him once.”

“Uh, actually, I haven’t spoken to her since what happened at Jody’s,” you reminded them. Great, another reminder that you had lied to their faces just a month ago. “But anyway, I’ll make my own judgements on these people. So far they haven’t got me happy, hurting my brother was a huge mistake.”

You saw Sam smile. A genuine smile that you only ever saw now and then. It wasn’t a very regular thing that happened but you loved when it did, the way the corners of his mouth would try to stay subtlety risen but he just couldn’t help himself. It was when you would show him love, you felt like he wasn’t appreciated enough and you showed him how much you adored him just by dropping small hints.

The rest of the car ride was silent, well, that is if you consider Dean singing, I’m sorry, screaming, along to every song on his AC/DC tape. Sam complained which only made Dean turn his music up even louder. The whole way there, he sung his heart out with the window wide open and it left you giggling in the back seat.

Once the whole thing was finished, Dean took the tape out of the player in his car. “You still have cassette tapes, you’re so lame,” you told him and Sam laughed to agree with you. “They’re pretty cool though, very vintage.”

“Yeah, you want some? I have a few blank tapes, you can put your own music on there,” Dean offered. “How many you gonna want?”

“I’ll let you know later,” you replied as Sam handed you the box full of tapes that Dean owned. “Boy oh boy, you have a lot of tapes.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty old,” Sam told you which earned a nudge in his side from Dean.

“Well, here we are,” Dean revealed. “This is gonna be fun.”

* * *

They were back at the motel and trying to figure out where the Brits were located. None of them thought the same way that you did, you had an open mind. They were always too focused on what the topic was.

“There’s gotta be some kind of sign. Why couldn’t they have just kept their base where it used to be and where we knew it was? I mean, we used to drive there, damn it. We drove there with Y/N once, why the hell did they have to move after that?!,” John complained as he paced back and forth. Mary sat at the table with a laptop in front of her, Sam and Dean both sat at the end of one of the two beds. “Seriously, how did Y/N used to figure this shit out so quickly?”

“She didn’t,” Dean interrupted. ‘She just didn’t focus too much on what was going on. She thought outside of it and it usually led us to what we were looking for in the first place.“

“Well like we have already said,” Mary added without breaking eye contact with her laptop screen, “Y/N was a smart kid, we could never do what she was able to do.”

“What if we forget about the Men of Letters base and where it is,” Sam suggested as if something had just clicked in his brain. John was about to get angry with him, but Sam continued to talk. “You know, what if we’re being watched and monitored? The Brits are smart like Y/N was… So they wouldn’t just let us roam free and wait until we figured out where they were. There must be someone from the British Men of Letters that’s somewhere near us, watching to see where we go.”

“That’s good,” John nodded as he finally stopped pacing across the room. “How do we find out though? And how do we know who it is?”

“I have a plan,” Sam told them, which caused Mary’s eyes to finally drift away from her screen so that they were all staring at Sam. “But you guys are gonna have to trust me, ok?”

* * *

When you first walked in, it instantly sent shivers down your spine. Just the look of this place made you feel uneasy, it all seemed so robotic and set up. Hunting wasn’t supposed to be like that, it was supposed to happen in the moment. Direct, physical fighting wasn’t something you would plan for because you would have no idea how the other people was going to react to your fists coming towards their face. You wouldn’t know if their reflexes were fast enough to block your punch.

“Winchesters,” you heard a man with brown hair say. “It’s good to see you again, I see you’ve brought someone new along with you.”

“Y/N, this is Mick Davies,” Sam told you. “Mick, this is Y/N. Our sister.”

“Oh, yes, Y/N, I’ve heard a lot about you!” He exclaimed. “Claire has told me so much.”

“What?” You questioned. “Claire talked about me?”

“Yeah, it was while Sam and Dean were out and we were trying to find something positive for her to focus on. The first thing she brought up was you,” he revealed as if it was nothing. Wow, Claire still cared about you even after everything you had both been through. So why did she still do what she did? Why did she lie to your brothers and Jody about Gabriel? That didn’t seem like someone that cared about you, it seemed like someone who wanted you because they didn’t have you anymore.

“Mick,” another British man said from behind him. “You’re needed by Toni, she said she wants to speak to you about something from a few weeks ago. She said you had a lead on something and she’s found out more.”

“Ah, yes!” Mick replied as his head whipped around to look at this other guy. “I remember, I’ll go and see what she’s got. I’ll see you all later,” he told your family before walking off so the other guy took his place.

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” he smiled creepily as he put his hand out to shake yours. You didn’t put yours out to shake back, he just stood there stupidly with his hand in front of him for a moment before he pulled it back and sighed. “You must be a Winchester.”

“You must be Ketch,” you assumed. You had heard about him before, you condemned him for the things that he and Toni had done to hurt Sam. Not only that, but they captured Dean for a while too and even tried to turn Sam crazy. “I have a lot of things to say to you.”

“Ketch,” Dean nodded awkwardly. “This is our sister, Y/N. She’s joining us today in whatever you’ve got for us.”

“How delightful,” Ketch said happily, but you could tell it was sarcasm. You simply rolled your eyes at his words and crossed your arms over your chest. “Let’s not forget, fighting isn’t the only skill you need to be able to work these cases. It takes precision and the ability to work things out. In simple terms, you have to be smart.”

He walked and you all followed him to a room that was full of TV screens on the wall and one keyboard on a desk. “We’re plenty smart, thank you.”

“You seem a little young, Y/N,” Ketch told you as he put up a case for each of you on one of the screens. “I’m giving you all a case each, maybe you should take the easiest one.”

“I want that one,” you said as you pointed to the screen that said, Johnny Lurche. Species: as yet unidentifiable.

“Fine,” Ketch said. “You can have that one, If you can figure out what he is from the facts that we’ve given you.”

He pressed something on his keyboard that made all of the facts on Johnny Lurche show on the screen. “Done,” you said after just scanning your eyes over the screen. “He’s a witch.”

“A witch?” He questioned. “How could you possibly-”

“The smell of sulphur and the feeling of a chill suggests two different monsters. This would have been created as a diversion so that any hunter would believe it was either a ghost or a demon. However, that means this monster would have to be smart, so we already know it’s not a werewolf or a vampire. We know it’s not a vampire anyway because he’s not in a large pack, it’s the same with the werewolf. And if you look at Johnny you can see that he looks human so we can rule out a lot of monsters such as Banshee’s, Pontianak’s and Wendigo’s. Also, the bottom of the results you have back say that in his house, where he was assumed to have killed his wife, there was a small bag with a red symbol on it and it contained bones. It’s called a hex bag, it’s what witches use. So maybe before you start calling me stupid, you should do your damn research.”

Silence. Complete, utter silence. Not a single word came from that mans mouth, and you could almost feel how proud Mary, John, Sam and Dean were from what you had just expressed. You smiled sweetly, but of course, it was sarcasm.

“I’ll be right back,” Ketch sneered before he walked out of the room and left you all to choose which case you wanted to take.

“Nice work, Y/N,” Sam chuckled as Ketch left. “You sure proved him wrong.”

“Well, I know my stuff,” you replied without taking your eyes off the screen about Johnny. The real reason you had gotten so good was because of what happened with your dad back before your mother died. The way he made you feel because you didn’t know anything drove you to make sure you did your homework on monsters. You knew everything there was to know and you had to prove that to every hunter around you.

It was a little annoying to you all that you had to go off for separate cases, but you didn’t really have a choice. A different member of the British Men of Letters worked with each of you for the case you had chosen. In a very unfortunate event, Ketch had ended up being in charge of the case you had chosen. Fantastic, you thought, I get to spend more time with this asshole that likes to put me down and expect the worst from me.

You didn’t see your family for the rest of that day, you spent it in a car with Ketch on the way to the house of Johnny Lurche.

* * *

Dean walked into the bar that they knew they would be followed to. Trust me, Sam had told him, and of course he did. Sam’s his brother, he had to trust him. But you trusted Ketch and look where that got you. Ketch betrayed you. Sam would never do something like that, but the word ‘trust’ was very strange to Dean at the moment. Regardless, he believed in his brother, and he walked into the bar.

* * *

“I must say, Y/N,” Ketch said from the drivers seat with you riding shot gun, “I was very impressed by your quick work today. I was extremely embarrassed that you had showed me up like that so I left the room, but I was still impressed.”

“Thanks,” you replied. “I guess I’ve just got a knack for it.”

“You sure do,” he agreed. “That’s why I wanted to ask you something. I know how you’ll feel about the question but I want you to really consider it.”

“What dude? Are you gonna ask me to marry you?” You joked with annoyance in your voice.

“I want you to leave your family,” he revealed. You were about to protest… ‘But why would I do that?’ You would have asked, but he spoke before you could. “I want you to work for me. For us… The British Men of Letters.”

* * *

He held his beer bottle in his hand and looked down at the bar. His barstool was extremely uncomfortable but he had to act normal. He noticed a small woman sit close to him, she ordered a drink and spoke in a quiet, British accent. She must have been who was watching them. Dean placed his phone down on the counter in front of him and stared at it. He noticed the woman in the corner of his eye, she was trying to be subtle about the fact that she was watching him.

He continued to watch it like he was waiting for a phone call that would change his life. “Come on, call me back!” He complained loud enough for the woman to here. “Sammy, man, I’ve called you 25 times, call me back,” Dean once again spoke to himself.

He went to pick up the phone to call his brother, but just as he was about to the phone started ringing. He held the phone far away from his eyes like he couldn’t read the screen unless it was at a distance. But really he moved it away so that the woman had a chance to look at it. When she looked over she noticed the name on the screen said, ‘Sammy.’ She knew exactly who Sam was, one of the four Winchester’s that she had to look out for.

* * *

“That’s ridiculous,” you complained. “How could you even ask me something like that? You don’t know me!”

“We know more than you think. We know a lot about you, Y/N. We know about how you grew up with your mother, not your father. We know that as soon as you met him you were forced to become a hunter, then you found out that your mother was dead,” he revealed.

You gasped at his words. “How the hell do you know all of that?” You growled.

“Because that’s what our organisation does. We know things about every hunter in America because we have to be smart,” he revealed. He was getting agitated because you wouldn’t even consider his offer. “We need people like you on our team.”

“No,” you simply said. If only he would have just taken no for an answer.

“Y/N.” He was going to try and persuade you, and you didn’t want to hear it. You had already said no and he had to respect that. But he was an asshole, so you had to scream at him for him to even take in what you were saying.

“I said no, for fuck sake!” You screamed. “No. No. No! Don’t ask me again, you hurt my brother. You let Sam get tortured by your fucking organisation, I will not work with you. The only reason I’m here now is because of my family.”

Ketch seemed to be more angry than before, but his breathing had evened out which, to you, was much more scary. “Fine. That’s fine. You stick with the family that doesn’t love you.”

He was wrong, they did love you. Remember Y/N, you thought, you have to give life one more chance.

* * *

“Sam?” He questioned abruptly. “Sam, where the hell are you? I’ve called you so many times, you haven’t returned any of my-”

“Sir,” a man spoke on the other side of the phone. Dean made sure that his speaker was on even though the phone was next to his ear, just to be sure that the woman next to him could hear the phone call. “This is Agent Wildon. I’m here at the scene of a car accident, this is the phone found in the car.”

“What car? Is it-” he started to speak and his voice was shaking. “Is it a 1967 Chevy Impala?”

“That’s correct, sir,” the man on the other line replied. What this woman had no idea of was that the man on the other line was actually Bobby Singer. They had called him up to ask him for help in tricking these people. Bobby always loved you very much, just like he loved the boys, as if you were his own child. He hadn’t known you as long as he’d known Sam and Dean but he loved you no matter what. You meant a lot to him and if this was going to help your family kill the people that had hurt you at some point in your life, Bobby was more than happy to help. “We’re unable to tell the identity the bodies, but there seems to be two males and one female, two of them around the age of-”

“Wait a second,” Dean interrupted. “Bodies? You mean… They’re dead?” He gulped as he waited for a reply.

“I’m very sorry,” Bobby replied. “They were killed instantly after they collided with a truck on the highway.”

Dean froze and didn’t speak. She had to have been buying this, he heard her gasp a few times, she even pulled out her phone and started typing rapidly. The small woman must have been reporting back to the Brits.

“Sir?” Bobby asked, “are you still there?”

Dean hung up the phone, his mouth wide open and tears streaming from his eyes. He was told to fake cry, but it wasn’t hard for him to cry when he thought about tape 9 and how hurt you must have been. “Are you ok?” She asked in a fake, tacky American accent. He knew she was British because he heard her order her drink, even if she did do it quietly.

He looked at her and closed his mouth before wiping his tears away. “I uh… That was an Agent at a crime scene. He just told me… He told me,” he stuttered with more tears falling down his face. “My whole family are dead.”

“All of them?” She asked unsympathetically. “What were their names? How many were there?”

“Mary was one, she’s my mom. And John, my dad… And my little brother, Sammy,” he told her. He went a little cold even having to pretend that they were dead, but he had to trust Sam. This was going to work out how they wanted it to. “You know, I lost my sister a while ago too. She was only 18.”

“You had a sister?” She asked in surprise. They must have not told her about you, just about them. “What was her name?”

“Y/N,” he smiled as he spoke about you. “She was… God, she was fantastic. And I mean, she really was a great person. She was so, driven, and kind. She had her moments, I mean, come on! She was an 18 year old girl trying to figure stuff out. But over all, she was such a sweet person. When I lost her, I lost a part of me, too,” he told her. This was all true, this wasn’t part of Sam’s plan. “I miss her, so so much. Before she was gone I couldn’t have imagined life without her, now I’m forced to live it and I-” he couldn’t get the words out. “I just.. I don’t-” again, the words were just stuck.

“I’m very sorry,” she said truthfully this time. Tears has begun to surface in her eyes but she didn’t let them fall.

“Living without her is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,” he finally said. “She- she killed herself. She was so unhappy with her life that she actually ended it. If she would have just talked to me I would have done whatever it took to fix it. I would have helped her so she could keep on living. Suicide shouldn’t be an option… It should never be an option.”

He had no idea why he was opening up to this woman. Maybe he just had to finally let these words out, regardless of who he was talking to. But as he looked at her, she reminded him a little bit of you. The way she sat and listened to what he had to say. The way she actually felt emotional for him because she didn’t want him to hurt, even though she didn’t really know him. That’s the kind of compassion you had and this world didn’t deserve you, but you deserved the world.

“I’m gonna get going,” he told her. “I uh… Thank you, for talking to me, and listening to me speak about Y/N. I know you don’t know me-”

“It doesn’t matter.” She shook her head and smiled. “You take care of yourself.”

Dean walked out of the bar, he cleared the tears from his eyes after opening up about you. He had felt that way for a long time but never told anyone about it. The only reason he did talk to someone was because you never did and it’s what he wanted you to do… He knew that it’s what you would have wanted him to do. You wouldn’t have wanted him to suffer the same way that you had to.

* * *

The car journey seemed prolonged after you screamed at Ketch. You hated the man and weren’t going to act like you were okay with working with him. This was your families decision and you were with them.

Just as you drove up to Johnny’s house, Ketch kept the car moving. “Hey, you missed the house.”

“That’s not his house,” Ketch told you. “Remember? It’s number 130 not 30.”

“Right,” you nodded. I must have got it wrong, you thought.

“Look, I’m sorry about what I said,” Ketch revealed which surprised you. “I didn’t mean to get too angry, I just wanted you to work for us. Maybe one day you can look past what we did to your brother.”

“Whatever,” you scoffed. His apology wasn’t sincere. You knew he was up to something but you had no idea what, maybe he was going to force you to work for them somehow. He might have been apologising so that you would trust him and tell him something that he could blackmail you with later. It wasn’t going to work, no matter what his trick was. He may have been smart, but you were smarter.

“Here we are,” he said as he parked a little down the road from house 130. It was dark outside but the numbers on the houses were visible under the street lights. “You know what you’re doing?”

“Of course I know what I’m doing,” you snapped back as you took your gun out of your pocket. You checked again to see if the witch killing bullets were in place. “He lives alone right? Well, since his wife died.”

“He does, yes,” Ketch told you. “Are you sure you can handle this?” He wasn’t asking to be nice, he was asking to be a smug asshole.

“I’ve handled worse,” you smiled back sinisterly. “Wait for me here, I won’t be long.”

You stepped out of the car and shut the door quietly. If you were in Dean’s car, the door would have been creaking and his engine roaring, probably waking the entire neighbourhood. You had this, all you had to do was get in, kill him and get out. Simple, right?

* * *

Dean walked back to the motel from the bar. It wasn’t too much of a walk, but having the car around could have blown their cover because Dean told the woman that his family were in a car crash. The second he walked through the door he asked Sam what it was that he had to trust him with. Sam ignored his brother, he just continued to type away on his laptop with wide eyes. “Sammy?!” Dean demanded.

“Shh,” Sam replied harshly. Once again his hands were moving quickly while he concentrated on the screen in front of his eyes. “I’ve almost got it.”

“Got what?” Dean asked but was once again ignored. He just waited until Sam was done.

“Yes!” Sam cheered. “I did it, I actually did it.”

“Did what?” It was John is time that demanded an answer.

“Because Dean was on his phone at the same time as the person working for the British Men of Letters, I was able to pick up a signal from her phone and hack into it,” he revealed. “I wasn’t sure if it was going to work but it was all I had.”

“So what can you do now that you’ve hacked it?” Mary questioned from across the table. “And why did Dean have to act like we were dead?”

“I told you guys. I have a plan and you have to trust me,” he said as he started fiddling with the key board. “I can read her text messages and if Dean did it right, it should work out how I’d wanted it to.”

“Who are the texts between?” Dean asked.

“Her and Ketch,” Sam revealed. He turned the screen around so that they could all read the texts between Ketch and the woman, who’s name was revealed as Andrea.

Andrea: I followed Dean to a bar. He was on the phone and found out that his family are dead. That’s Mary, John and Sam. I thought he may have been lying but he cried a lot and talked about his sister, Y/N. Did you know who she was? You never mentioned her.

Mr Ketch: All of them are dead? Are you sure it wasn’t a trick, Andrea? And yes, we knew her. She was trouble, that girl. You don’t have to worry about her, she’s gone now. Good riddance, too.

Andrea: He couldn’t have lied, you didn’t see the look on his face. And I even overheard the person on the other line, it wasn’t him pretending to be on the phone. What do I do now?

Mr Ketch: Stay in the bar. Me and Toni are on our way, then we will find the bodies to dispose of them, and then we will kill Dean Winchester. See you soon.

They all finished reading the texts around the same time. Dean took a step back and steadied his breathing so that he wouldn’t cry again. He didn’t want his family to know that he had a moment of weakness and opened up about you to a complete stranger. He didn’t want them to know that he was hurting, but it was better for them to know rather than him be alone.

“My plan worked,” Sam said as he pulled the screen back to him. “Ketch and Toni will come here alone and look for Dean. They’ll think that he’s alone and vulnerable and easy to take on. That’s when we hit them hard, it’s not exactly finding the whole of the British Men of Letters but it’s a start. It’s what Y/N would have done.”

* * *

You quietly approached the front door and realised it was locked so you headed around the back of the house. Once again, the door was locked. You didn’t know why a man who lived alone, lived in such a large house. You could tell by the amount of windows that it was a three bedroom house. Why did one man need so much room? Maybe it was for his witchy stuff. Maybe, one room was for sleeping, one to keep his potions and ingredients and then the other for actual magic practising.

You stopped wondering and focused your mind back on the task. You had a job to do and you couldn’t allow yourself to get distracted.

The kitchen window was open slightly; you were just about able to slip your hand in and open the latch so you could push the window in fully. Once it was opened, you gripped your hands on to either side and pulled yourself up until you were nicely placed on the kitchen counter.

You climbed down from the kitchen counter and shut the window. You quietly made your way to the front door and unlocked it so that you had a quick escape rout. If Johnny knew you were here and tried to fight you first, the neighbours could easily hear you fighting and call the police. At least with the door unlocked you could just run downstairs, get out and jump into Ketch’s car.

A creaking sound came from the floorboards as you made your way up the stairs. You had to stay as quiet as you could, or he would hear you and it would be harder for you to kill him.

Hunting was such a normal thing to you now. To you it just sounded like killing. Why was killing so natural now? It should never be something normal for a person to do. After all the lives of monsters you had taken, you always wondered where they went afterwards. Hell? Purgatory? Or, did their ghost still linger because they had unfinished business?

A noise suddenly came from the bathroom; once again you were pulled from your thoughts and remembered that you couldn’t keep losing focus while you were on a hunt.

With your gun raised and in position, you carefully stepped towards the bathroom. The noise was a tap running, he must have been brushing his teeth or washing his face. You were quick to kick the door open and see him, standing there in front of you. The bullet flew from your gun and through his head, before you could even realise your mistake. By then… It was already too late.

* * *

Sam, John and Mary all had different places they were going to hide. Two inside the motel, and one outside to watch every movement of Toni and Ketch. John was inside the closet, Mary behind the bathroom door and Sam just outside of the motel, watching from inside of a car he borrowed from Bobby’s shop.

“Before I go-” Sam whispered to Dean as he noticed John and Mary talking about killing Toni and Ketch, “-I just wanted to tell you that I’m here for you, man. I know that you miss her, I do too. You haven’t admitted how much it’s affected you, and it’s okay.”

Dean nodded at his brother. “Same with you, I don’t want either of us to bottle things up so much like Y/N did. I can’t let anyone else hurt themselves the same way that she did, or have the same outcome. And I don’t just mean you,” Dean continued. “I mean, everyone we see everyday. We have no clue what people are going through, if someone had seen Y/N and knew what she was feeling they would have said something, you know? They would have, I don’t know, at least tried to convince her to not do it. They would prove to her how worth it life is. I want to show that to as many people as I can, but I don’t know how.”

Sam gave Dean a reassuring smile. “We’ll do the best that we can.”

“It’s not enough,” Dean replied. “It’s not enough, it isn’t. I don’t want anyone to kill themselves… I never want anyone to do that.”

“Neither do I,” Sam agreed. “And if we can save at least one person, that’ll be good enough. It’s what Y/N would have wanted. She’d be proud of us, you know? I’m sure of it… She would have wanted to do the same thing. We know the signs now, because before we didn’t pay attention to Y/N’s signs,” he admitted. Dean sighed but he knew his brother was telling the truth. “I know that you want her back, Dean. I know that you wish we could go back and stop her from doing it, and I’m sorry. I wish we could, too… But it’s too late. All we can do now is learn from it.”

“You should probably go and watch from the car,” Dean told him as he wiped a single tear away from his cheek. “They’ll be here soon.”

He couldn’t stand to talk about it anymore. He had never really thought about how much pain it can cause people when a person commits suicide. Dean had lost a lot of people in his life, but this felt different. You went because you wanted to and it physically pained him in the chest. It was as if he could really feel his heart breaking.

Dean watched from behind the closed door to see when Toni and Ketch showed up. He was covered in the parking lot and inside the motel so it should go okay… At least that’s what he had hoped.

* * *

Maybe you were mistaken. Maybe Johnny had died his hair from bright blond to dark brown. Maybe he had changed his eye colour and gotten those three, fading tattoos. Oh, how naïve could you be. It was obvious what had happened here, Ketch did this on purpose. He made you kill an innocent man.

You were right, Johnny lived at house number 30, not 130. How could you have been fooled? Also, why? Why would Ketch do this?

The only thing that could have made this worse happened. There was a noise from another door. You looked up to see a small boy standing there, he couldn’t see his dead father inside the bathroom. “Who are you?”

“What’s going on out here, babe?” A tired woman asked her husband. But he would never reply again, he would never answer again. He would never hold his child or his wife, not ever again. Then she saw you, and she saw her son. She panicked. She grabbed her son and held him close, the tiredness of her body leaving in seconds. “Take whatever you want, please don’t hurt us!” She begged as she noticed your gun.

“No, no you don’t understand!” You cried, hot tears streaming down your face. “I- I’m an agent. I was sent here… I was sent to the wrong house!” You cried as you tried to explain, and the woman saw the blood flooding the floor under your feet. “I’m so sorry,” was all you could say before you ran away and heard her scream her husbands name. Nathan, that was his name. Nathan, the poor man, would never see the light of day again. He was gone, and it was because of you.

You killed him… You hurt his wife like John had hurt you. You hurt his son just like Crowley had hurt you. You damaged them just like everyone that you had ever met had done to you but this time you weren’t the one that was broken. You were the one who destroyed, and that was when you knew that it was too late to save yourself. You knew what you had to do in order to stop people from getting hurt, but you needed to leave something behind to tell people why. If you were going to be gone it was time that everyone knew the truth.

* * *

It didn’t take long for Ketch and Toni to arrive. Sam watched intently from the car, his gun was lined up with Ketch’s head incase he tried to make a move to hurt Dean. They weren’t sure what they would do, they didn’t know if they would break in and try to kill Dean instantly or surprise him by going through the window.

They knocked at the door, and Dean opened it quickly as if he had no idea who it was. He stared at them, Ketch’s face looked very punchable, and Toni’s wasn’t too far from it either. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Dean growled.

“We’re here to talk about Y/N,” Ketch told him. “May we?” He asked as he gestured to walking into the motel room.

Dean let them, he actually let them. “Dean, what the hell are you doing?” Sam whispered to himself from the car. He wouldn’t be able to shoot them now, he would have to depend on John and Mary to shoot from inside.

“Are you really here about Y/N?” Dean asked. “Or are you here about my whole family being dead?”

“You don’t think we believed that for a second, do you?” Toni asked with laughter in her voice. What a bitch, what a god awful woman. “Andrea may be stupid, but we’ve been trained for years, Dean. We’re guessing you thought you could draw us out here and kill us. We saw Sam in the car.”

Dean sighed at her words, which resulted in Mary and John walking out and pointing their guns towards Ketch and Toni. “Now, we didn’t come here to kill you,” Ketch said, “we really did come here to talk about Y/N.”

“Y/N hated you,” Dean growled. “After what you did to her, Ketch.”

“It wasn’t just him, it was the whole organisation. We sent her out on that hunt to kill that witch,” Toni snapped.

“You didn’t tell her, did you?” Dean asked as he stepped forward. Don’t do it Dean, Mary thought, you’re just going to get yourself killed. “You were too scared of your tape because you didn’t want your organisation to find out about what you did to Y/N.”

“That’s why I’m here to talk about Y/N,” Ketch admitted. “I want that tape destroyed, Dean.”

“Tape? What tape?” Toni demanded. “What do these tapes have to do with Y/N? I thought we were here to kill the Winchesters.”

“Why did you bring her if you don’t want anyone to know about the tapes?” Mary questioned. “If she finds out she’ll tell the rest of them.”

“Hm,” Ketch nodded with a smile. “I guess you’re right, she will snitch on me, won’t she? I guess I’ll have to stop her myself.” Insanity took over Ketch, these tapes ruined him almost as much as they had ruined Dean and he didn’t even know you that well. He pulled out his gun and shot Toni in the head like it was nothing.

* * *

Her screams were so loud, they were heard all over the neighbourhood. As soon as that door was flung open, you raced to Ketch’s car, but before you could climb in he started driving off. “Hey, no no no!” You cried. “Hey!” You screamed violently. “Come back!”

You were running out of time. The only option now was to run back through the house and climb out of the kitchen window. As much as it killed you to think, you knew that the woman was too scared of you to try and stop you from escaping. All she wanted to was protect her son from the monster that had broken into their house and killed her husband.

You jumped through the bushes in her back garden and made your way to a familiar road, it was where you and Ketch had drove down when you were on your way to the house. That’s when you saw his car coming towards you at full speed. You were beyond caring now; you stepped in front of his car. Ketch slammed his foot against the brakes, his car was a centimetre away from you. Once he was pulled over you opened the passenger door and climbed in. Ketch didn’t look at you, he just continued to speed down the road and away from the house with you sat next to him.

Your door slammed and made you jump as he began to drive. “Ketch,” you sobbed angrily. “Ketch, tell me I didn’t just do what I think I did.”

“I was testing you,” he admitted as if it was nothing. He really was a cold hearted man, that was if he even had a heart. “You’re not as strong as I thought you were when it comes to the mistake of killing an innocent person, it needed to be-”

“What the fuck were you thinking?” You screamed so loud that other people would probably come out of their houses, too. “That was not a fucking joke, you asshole! A man is dead. He had a son and a wife, he had a family you fucking piece of shit!”

“These things happen.”

“It wasn’t an accident, Ketch!” You fumed. Once you were out of the neighbourhood and hidden in a parking lot of some diner, you slammed his head against the dashboard. Again, and again, and again. “You asshole! You. Asshole.” You repeated before pulling his head up by gripping his hair. “You wait until I tell my brothers,” you growled. “They’ll kill you if I don’t get there first! Your organisation will go under the fucking ground!”

“They don’t know about it,” he told you calmly as he held his nose to stop the blood from pouring out of it. “The Brits don’t know and they can never know, and neither can your family.”

“And what makes you think that I won’t tell them?!” You spat. You had never met someone like this, even Crowley had more compassion than this man and he was the King of Hell!

“Because they’ll know what you did and hate you even more,” he told you as his cold eyes looked into yours. You were about to protest about how wrong he was but he continued to explain himself. “We know things, we know how your father abandoned you and that your brothers hated you because of how you reacted to some situations. Claire told Mick things when they met, and he told us everything she knows. Do you really think they’re going to want to stick around for someone who was stupid enough to kill someone before even checking if they were innocent?”

His words broke your heart into a thousand pieces. He was right, fuck, he was right. How could someone so cruel speak words that were so true? They would never want you if they knew about this… They would never want you or need you. It was over for you, there was no point in adding to the disappointment that your family already felt towards you. So you had to lie, you and Ketch. On your way back to their base, you came up with your lie that you would tell everyone.

* * *

Toni didn’t move. She was still and not breathing. The blood poured from her head and on to the dirty motel carpet. “She was an asset. She decided to tag along and I let her, but I can never let her know what I did. This isn’t even an official job, they didn’t send me here and they have no idea that Toni and I have been tracking you all.”

“You hurt Y/N,” Dean growled as he got even closer to Ketch than before. Dean didn’t have a gun or any kind of weapon but he didn’t care, he just wanted to tell Ketch exactly how he felt about what he’d done to you. “You let her kill an innocent man. And come on, he had a wife and a kid! I know you were a dick, but this is a whole new level of evil. The way she spoke about you on the tape is different from how she spoke about everyone else. She was considering giving life another chance, and you ruined that.”

“She had already made the decision to take her life, whether she told herself that she was going to give life one last shot or not,” Ketch replied as he took a step back in fear. “Someone was going to do something to upset her… If it wasn’t me then there are four more tapes after me, yours included. Now, Y/N never trusted me. But you, she loved you. She trusted you and put her faith into you and what did you do? You know what you did, you’re just too scared to let it in. You’re too scared to accept that what you did was worse than what I did because she loved you and she didn’t love me.”

Don’t believe what he’s saying, Dean thought. What Ketch was saying felt true to Dean, but accepting that would be like accepting your death. It wasn’t fair.

He couldn’t control his actions. Anger took over his body as he stepped forward and wrapped his hands around Ketch’s neck. Ketch dropped the gun he had in his hand and tried to move Dean’s hands away but he simply couldn’t… Dean was too strong. “Dean, let him go,” John said warily. They had planned on just shooting him and getting it over with, but Dean made it personal. Hell, it was fucking personal. Ketch had never seen as much anger as he did in Dean’s eyes as he watched the life leave the helpless man’s body.

“You are gonna fucking rot for what you did, just like all the rest of them,” Dean growled before squeezing so tight that Ketch’s neck snapped. With that one harsh squeeze, Ketch died instantly and dropped to the floor. Dean didn’t look back at his worried mother and father, he just stared at the motel door before whispering so that they both heard him say, “let’s go home.”

It wasn’t an angry whisper like they had expected, his response was filled with pain and sadness. As much as he had hoped that turning his hurt into anger would help, it only made him feel worse.

* * *

You told them all the lie and they bought it. Everyone, including your family, really believed that you and Ketch had killed the witch successfully. That’s how you explained his nose bleed, the witch was aware that you were in his house or some bullshit. You didn’t really listen, you were too focused on what you had done and what you were planning on doing to stop yourself from hurting anyone else.

You were in the car going home with your brothers, John and Mary were once again in the other car which left you just with your brothers in the Impala.

It was completely silent up until you were around half away home. “Hey, Dean. You know you said I could have some of those tapes?”

“Yeah, kiddo?” He questioned.

“Exactly how many blank tapes do you have? I want to take them all if that’s okay.”

You had already made your decision of how you were going to leave the truth with people. You were going to make tapes to tell the story of everyone person that had hurt you in the last year. There were so many so you probably wouldn’t have been able to add every single one. So you decided that you would just chose the worst ones for the amount of tapes that Dean could give you. That would be your legacy.

“Sure, you can have all of the blank ones,” Dean nodded with a smile. “There are thirteen.”

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Beep beep! Folks, we have an official Darkiplier sighting!

…Or, well, at least we think it is. All evidence is pointing to that, anyway

For those who may be confused, in Mark’s video “FILE.exe” at 3:26 the first jumpscare occurs and it is FAR more severe than the rest (EDIT: it’s been confirmed that everything that changed onscreen was edited in by Mark). Mark’s camera goes dark, with only the outline of his headphones and EVIDENT BLOODY TEARS edited in for a split second (this is hard to see if your brightness is low, his cam is in the lower left). He also says the following: “Aye! Fuck you! And me! That was me, but fuck me– you! …Alright then…(clearly shook) just gonna carry on like that DIDNT happen…” Which could either be referring to Dark or just Mark babbling after a jumpscare.

In addition, Mark says a few things about Dark in the video itself, casual throwing about of his name as things get creepier and creepier.

At about 3:00, an NPC (that is, perhaps coincidentally, noted to look like Mark; example “Oh, is that me?”) says “How did I get here?” To which Mark responds, “I don’t know, maybe Darkiplier got you!” In a clearly joking tone.

At about 4:30, the same NPC asks “Seriously, how did I get here?” Mark responds with “Once again, I must reiterate… probably Darkiplier.”

At a bit before 7:00, the NPC says “What is going on?” Mark’s retort here is “Again, you know, with Darkiplier, you never know what’s gonna happen.”

These so far have just been casual mentions of him. Nothing out of the ordinary or even creepy– but it’s a bit unorthodox to have Mark fully embracing the idea of Dark and mentioning him several times in a video.

There’s one final thing that stood out to me as well– at the very end of the video. Instead of saying something along the lines of ‘if you find any secrets or have any suggestions let me know in the comments below,’ he says “…If there’s other secrets to be told, tell your fellow viewer what that’s all about! Yeah– oh yeah! There’s a lot of people watching this! So tell ‘em! (cut) If you’ve got secrets… share 'em with the class.” Mark seems oddly sincere here, in my humble opinion– almost concerned.

But honestly, I could dissect every single word Mark said in this video and find “ehmahgerd dark confirmd!!!!!” but here are a few basic points to think/talk about.

-The content of the video and the nature of the characters FILE.exe and Darkiplier
-The implication, though perhaps not serious, that Dark can trap you in a game or just in general
-The connection between the NPC that looks like Mark and the dialogue about Dark
-The timing of the “Dark” appearance (after he’s been mentioned once)
-Mark’s dialogue and expressions after the “Dark” appearance

Just food for thought.

Anyway, here’s hoping for more things like this in the future!

Bad Boy (Part 5).

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader.

Warnings: SMUT. Choking, pet names, mentions of cuts, some slight pussy spanking and I think that’s all.

Word Count: 834.

Rating: 18+

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R: Their s/o bites their ear playfully.

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We got new hire in the lab today and it’s really cool because he’s a phd student and I’m an undergrad still technically but I get to teach him all this stuff about the lab and how to run the programs and the equipment and he was like “ah you must be doing this for your phd thesis” and I was like “haha no” and he was like “masters thesis?” “Still nope” “…bachelors thesis..?” “Nah I’m still technically a sophomore I just was able to get into a few grad classes and I got hired here” “so this is just a job?” “Ya and this is gonna look kick ass on my resume I’m one of the youngest people to work for the department. I’m too young to get grant money myself even! I had to have the prof submit them in his name!” And surprisingly the guy was super cool with me teaching him stuff like usually grad students throw a fit when the undergrad babies have as much say in things as them and it’s even cooler now because my prof saw how well I handled the lab on my own last week and how much work I got done and it’s at the point now where we’re working as coworkers rather than student and professor like he asks me for advice more than he asks his actual phd student that he’s been working with for years and it’s just so nice the respect I’m getting? For my age and considering I’m a girl?? And a girly girl at that??? Like I get actual important work and not just grunt work and I get my name on things I worked on and I get credit for things like wowie

Unexpected lust, Part 2/2

Pairings: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Words: 1587

Warnings: SMUT, few swearwords (surprisingly)

A/N: Phew, these two parts are my first real smutty writings AND Pietro fanfic’s ever. These were so much fun to write and I really hope that you enjoy (wink wink) while reading them. Requests are open!

Part 1

Before I even realized, Pietro had picked me up, his lips crashing against mine for a demanding, heated kiss. I tangled my fingers to his hair, pulling him closer to me as he slid his tongue into my mouth, making me moan softly.

“Umm- guys? What the actual fuck is happening?” I heard Tony calling out, with a slight frown, eyes locked in us. “Actually don’t answer that”, he rushed to say as another moan escaped my lips.

“To your room-“, I panted, as Pietro pulled further from me to take a breath. “Now.”

Just in a blink of an eye and a hue of blue, I was pressed against the wall of his room, his lips pressing soft kisses to my delicate neck. I hadn’t even realized how badly I had wanted him –how badly I had needed him, before I felt his soft, yet passionate touches on my skin. Shivering, I laid my hand to his cheek to lift his head for a deep kiss, as his hands wandered down my body, making soft moans escape my lips.

“Piet-“, I breathed out, breaking the kiss.

He hummed for answer, lips moving to run along my neck.

“Are you-“, I moaned, as he nipped my pulse softly. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes, of course”, he whispered, locking his bright blue eyes with mine, deep lust in them. “I’m crazy for you, Y/N.”

I chuckled, tangling my fingers to his hair to pull him closer to me for a kiss, other hand sliding to cover his hardness. Pietro let out a moan, giving me a chance to slide my tongue in his mouth, heating the kiss even more. As I felt his hands grabbing my ass, I jumped to wrap my legs around his waist and he carried me to his bed, laying on top of me. I spun around, pressing him to the mattress and rolled on top to straddle him.

Pietro smirked, tugging my hair gently behind my ear. “You on top?”

“Me on top”, I whispered squinting my eyes with a smirk, and leaned closer to him to kiss him demandingly. His fingers ran along the sides of my body, making me shudder under his touch. I lowered my hips, causing him to press against my core, moans escaping both of our lips.

“I need to taste you, Printsessa”, he breathed out, wrapping his hands tightly around my hips and pushed me against the bed, starting to plant kisses down my body. I pulled the thin fabric of my dress over my head to give him more skin to touch and oh, did he touch it. He unhooked my bra quickly, letting his tongue and lips found my breasts and delicate nipples, circling them, making me moan under him.

“You are so sexy, vozlyublennaya”, he panted, moving his lips down my body, making me shiver from pure passion.

“Stop teasing”, I begged, twisting under him. “Plea-“

I saw a quick glimpse of blue and nearly screamed his name, as I felt his tongue suddenly on my clit, my panties removed and his fingers pressing to the skin of my hips.  

“Better?” he chuckled, as he started to push harder with his tongue, making hard rounds around my clit, licking and sucking, making me curl under him, moaning his name. I curled my fingers into his hair, pulling it softly.

“Y/N”, Pietro let out a moan, sliding a finger inside of me, making my moans louder and the pulls of his hair harder.

I felt orgasm building inside of me, as he kept curling his finger just right, his mouth still working on me. “Piet”, I cried out, breathing deeply. “Fuck –I’m gonna-“

“Come for me, Printsessa”, he moaned, adding another finger inside of me –making me come, screaming his name as I fell to the mattress, panting hard.

“Pietro, I- wow”, I whispered, feeling his soft lips against mine, taste of myself on his tongue making me bite my lip. As he pulled further from me, the dark lust in his eyes made me shiver. “Oh fuck, I need you inside of me –now.”

He chuckled, throwing his pants to the floor before leaning over me, pressing my knee against my chest and slammed into me hard, making me throw my head back to the pillows, with a loud scream of his name. After giving me time to adjust to his size, Pietro started to move his hips with a teasing, yet perfectly satisfying pace, making my walls stretch around him, as he hit my g-spot with thrust after thrust.

Loud moans and pleas filled the air, beside the arousing sound of skin slapping against skin, making me get closer and closer to the top of my satisfaction.

“Shit”, I moaned, pressing my eyes closed as I felt Pietro’s touch on my arching clitoris, pressing it with hard movements. His cock moving inside of me and his fingers playing with my sweet spot –I couldn’t take it no longer. I found myself screaming his name as I came hard, trembling under him, his lips running along my neck, biting and sucking marks into it, as he reached his own release, bursting inside of me with a loud shout of my name.

He pulled carefully out of me, before collapsing to the mattress, pulling me into his arms.

“That was-“

“Incredible”, I chuckled, my breathing unsteady and bright smile on my lips as he tangled his fingers to my hair, starting to play with it gently. “I can go to my room if you want-“

“No, please stay here”, he whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.

I let out a soft laughter, turning my head to kiss him deeply, before falling into a deep, calm sleep.

– “Oh, there she is”, I heard an amused voice chuckling behind me as I walked to the kitchen to see no less than every single one of the Avengers looking at me, deep smirks on their faces.

“Morning, Cap”, I smiled back at him, trying to act normally, even if I sensed the amusement and curiosity on the atmosphere. I took two cups from the cupboard, pouring them full of smoking hot coffee.

“Y/N-“, Wanda called out, smile on her lips. “Pietro drinks his coffee black.”

I glanced at her, trying to hide my knowledge - just to earn a wink of an eye from her as she sat to the table next to Natasha.

“Have you done something to your hair?” Tony frowned, ruffling it with his hand as he took the coffee pan from my hand. “If I wouldn’t know better I would think that this is your morning after hot sex –look.”

“Tony”, I bleated out, yet biting my lip to stop the grin taking over my face. “Please tell me you didn’t-“

“Avengers assemble!” he called out, sneaking out of my glare, taking a sip of his cup. “One, two, seven –Speedster is missing.”

“T”, I muttered, shooting him with a warning glance. “Don’t-“

“Has anyone seen our Quickster?” he frowned, ignoring my begs.

“Nope”, Sam shrugged. “Not since last night –Cap can you remind me of what we saw?”

“Of course”, Steve smirked, rising an eyebrow. “We saw Pietro rushing to his room –with a girl.”

“So we weren’t the only ones who heard the noise”, Natasha glanced at Clint, raising her eyebrow. “You know who it was?”

“We didn’t see”, he shrugged and I sighed from relief and turned around quickly, starting to make my way back to my room, as sneakily as possible. “But Y/N wasn’t in her room the whole night.”

“Steve”, I whined burying my face to my hands. “You really didn’t have anything else to do but keep an eye on my goings?”

“Oh, actually we had”, Sam smirked, nodding his head. “We were busy tryin’ to infer who it was from the screams.”

I shook my head, trying to control the smirk –and deep blush taking over my face.

“At first we didn’t recognize them”, Steve chuckled. “But then Pietro called out her name and it was kind of obvious –or is there others named Y/N in here?”

“Yes, I knew it”, Natasha called out with a smirk, offering her hand to Clint, who pulled hundred dollars from his pocket, grinning.

“I couldn’t believe it”, he shrugged, winking his eye at me. “Such a naughty girl, are you, Y/N?”

“Oh my god Clint, can you stop”, I laughed, burying my face to my hands.

“So you admit it?” Steve chuckled, kicking his eyebrow, his eyes slightly darker than usually. “You had sex with Maximoff?”

I startled slightly as I felt light breeze behind me and just a second later hands pressed on my hips. I turned my head to see Pietro, looking at me with a raised eyebrow. “Having troubles, yes?”

I bit my lip, smile raising to my lips. “I guess you could say so.”

Pietro smirked, raising his head to face the other Avengers. “It’s true”, he simply called out, before pressing a kiss to my neck and taking his cup of coffee from the counter. “We had great sex.”

“Damn guys”, Sam called out, looking us unbelievingly. “Who would have known-“

“Wanna have a round two?” I chuckled quietly to Pietro, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek as I walked past him, heading to my room.

He kicked his eyebrow, his lips turning up to an amused yet excited smirk as he nodded his head. “Yes.”

Lips Of An Angel (part 3)

Summary: Bucky and the reader are high school friends who get reacquainted with one another.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Just Nat being Nat

A/N: I feel so bleh. Anyways, I hope ya like this part.

Of course he was engaged. For Christ’s sake, look at him! A man like that wouldn’t be single. What were you thinking?

“Y/N?” Bucky waves his hand in your face, catching your attention.

“Huh?”

“You okay? You kinda zoned out for a second.” the beautiful brunette chuckled.

You clear your throat. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’m okay I just…” you look down at your phone quickly. “I have to get back to the bookstore. My break’s over.”

You weren’t entirely lying. You had five more minutes until you needed to head back to the bookstore and it took a bit of time since you were walking. Times like this, you wished the stores weren’t so spaced out.

“Oh.” Bucky frowned. “Okay.”

He throws a couple bills on the table before standing up and sliding his wallet into his pants pocket. You grab your things and the two of you exit the building.

“Well…” you turn to Bucky. “It was nice catching up with you.”

“Yeah.” he nods. “It was.”

The two of you stand on the sidewalk, staring at each other until you clear your throat.

“Well I better get going.” You take a step away from him.

“Oh, yeah.” he walks over to you and pulls you into a hug. When you pull away, you say goodbye once more before making to walk away.

“Hey Y/N?” he called.

“Hmm?” you turn around.

“We should… we should do this again sometime.” he says, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s been a while since we’ve hung out and seeing you yesterday and today made me realize how much I’ve missed you.”

Your cheeks heat up. “Well you have my number now. Just text me whenever you want to hang out – as long as Dot is okay with it. Wouldn’t want her to come and try to beat me up.” you say, hinting at the time when you were both in high school and Bucky’s then girlfriend tried beating you up when she found out you were hanging out with him.

Bucky laughed. “Hey! Dot’s not crazy like Connie was!”

You raise your hands. “I’ll take your word for it. See you later, Lavender Princess.”

Lavender Princess? Jeez Y/N, how do you still remember that?”

You shrug. “I’ve got a good memory. Bye Bucky-bear.”

Bucky laughs again at the childhood nickname before waving at you. You watch him jog over to his car and get into the driver’s seat before turning around and walking back to the bookstore.


You enter the store and sigh deeply before making your way around the large desk and sitting down on your chair.

“Y/N! How was your date?” May questioned as she stopped in front of you.

“My what?”

“Your date. Natasha told me you were going on a date. Honey, if you told me you had a date I could’ve extended your break so you didn’t need to rush.” she says and you nearly choke on air.

“It wasn’t a date, May. I was just catching up with a childhood friend of mine.” you correct.

“A childhood friend that you want to jump on, am I right?” Natasha says, throwing a wink your way as she slid into her chair beside you. “I wouldn’t blame ya. May, if you see him, you’ll understand. This dude is a god. Not the type of god that I like but there’s no doubt that he’s a hottie.”

Natalia!”

“What?” she shrugs. “He’s attractive, that’s all I’m saying.”

May laughs. “I’ll have to meet this hottie.”

You let out a groan and lay your head on the desk in front of you. Your friend and your boss were infuriating. You hear the two of them laugh once again before May walks away, saying something about putting away some books. Once you know she was gone, you lift your head and look at Natasha.

“What?”

And you say it.

“Bucky’s engaged.”

Your red head friend’s eyes widen and she sits up. “No way.”

You nod. “Yes way.”

“How do you know? Maybe you’re just saying this so you don’t have to act upon your feelings.”

“I wish I was.” you groan, slumping in your seat. “He threw it on me like a bomb. I wasn’t expecting it.”

“What did he say? Sometimes you do this thing where you only focus on one part of something that someone says. Maybe he said he was engaged but he’s not now.” she tries to reason but you shake your head.

“I heard him loud and clear.” you say. “I asked him what his favorite thing about Washington was and he said the bars… he’s a bartender.” Natasha nods, following along with what you were saying. “Then he says, and I quote, ‘and the only reason I’d have to choose the bars is because I was working at a bar there and I met my fiancée, Dot’.”

Natasha stares at you with a blank face. “You have got to be kidding me. He’s engaged?” she let out a huff. “I was rooting for you two. See, this is what happens when you stay in the friendzone and wait too long. What were you thinking? That he’d still be single after all these years?”

You shrug and let out a deep sigh.

“There’s only one thing we can do now.” Natasha says, leaning back into her chair. You look over at her.

“Forget about my feelings for him and move on-”

“-We have to break them up.”

What?” you give her and incredulous look. “Are you crazy?!”

“It’s the only option! C’mon I wasn’t the only one who noticed that he was also madly in love with you. All our friends noticed too!” she argues.

“That was like four years ago! Things have changed, Nat. He’s engaged!” you tell her and she makes a face.

“I think he’s still in love with you, but that’s just me.” she shrugs. “Anyways, what’s this Dot chick look like?”

It’s your turn to shrug. “I dunno. He didn’t show me. All I know is that her name’s Dot and she’s his fiancée.”

Natasha cringes. “Ugh, stop saying fiancée. I’m gonna throw up.” you roll your eyes at your friend. “What kind of name is Dot anyways? Who names their kid that?”

“I think Dot is a nickname but I’m not too sure.”

“Text Bucky and ask him.”

You snort. “Yeah, let me just text him and say ‘hey Bucky, I was just wondering if Dot was a nickname or if that’s her actual name’.” Natasha looks at you with a serious face and nods. “No, I’m not going to ask him that! It’s weird.”

The red head shrugs. “I don’t see what’s wrong with you asking your best friend questions about his fiancée.”

“Oh my god.” you sigh, laying your head on the desk again.

There’s a brief moment of silence before Natasha speaks. “I got it.”

You turn your head – which is still on the desk – and look at her. “You got what?”

She scrolls on her phone. “Dolores Brown, 28, happily engaged to a wonderful man, likes animals, photographer; contact me at-”

“Woah, woah, woah, wait.” you suddenly sit up. “Where are you reading this from?”

She shows you her phone screen. “Instagram.”

“How did you even find her?”

“Easy. I just looked up Bucky and searched through who he was following and voila! Dolores Brown.” she smiled at you before returning her eyes back to her phone. “She’s a red head – must be crazy.”

“You’re one to talk.” you snort.

She looks up at you and glares. “I’ll have you know, I’m crazy to an extent.”

“I think stalking my friend’s fiancée goes way past that extent.”

“Nah.” she shakes her head. “It barely meets the extent. Plus, Bucky’s my friend too so it’s okay.”

You shake your head and watch Natasha. She scrolls before pausing, probably to look at a photo before scrolling again. She does this a few times until she taps on her screen. “I hate to say it but she’s a pretty good photographer. Look.”

She hands you her phone and you look through her profile, stumbling across some pictures of Bucky. “Wow… she is good. These pictures of Buck are amazing.”

She takes her phone to look at them. “Eh. They’re alright. You probably think they’re amazing because you’re in love with Bucky.”

“Nat!” you scold.

“What? I’m just sayin’ the truth.”

You shake your head at your friend before helping a customer. Once you were done, your phone vibrates in your pocket, startling you. You grab it, noticing Bucky had texted you.

Bucky: So I know we just saw each other earlier but I couldn’t wait until tomorrow to text you. How would you feel about coming to see a movie with me tonight? It’ll be like old times, I’ll even buy you frozen yogurt afterwards.

You gasp and clutch your phone to your chest, staring wide-eyed at Natasha. “It’s Bucky! He asked if I wanted to see a movie with him tonight.”

The beautiful red head looks up at you. “Say yeah. It’s not like you’re gonna hop on his dick… yet.”

You scowl at her.

Y/N: Sure, I’d love to. As long as the Mrs is okay with it.

Bucky: She’s actually happy I ran into you yesterday. Said I needed more people to talk to while she was gone.

Y/N: Gone?

Bucky: Yeah, she’s in LA right now on business. She’s a photographer.

Y/N: Nice, nice.

Bucky: So I’ll pick you up around 8? Don’t know which movie we’re gonna watch, thought we’d do what we did when we were younger and choose a movie when we get there.

You shake your head and chuckle.

Y/N: 8 sounds good. See you later, Lavender Princess.

Some things never change.


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Monsta X reaction to you doing a lap dance for them

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Originally posted by garisanee

Shownu; It was just some random night when you decided to give Shownu some reward. At first he’d be startled to be honest but when you start doing your moves, he’d be pretty turned on that he’d lick his lips constantly while eyeing you out. He’d be turned on an instant that you’d be able to see his growing bulge. To be honest, he’d let you do your thing until you finish. And once you’re finished, you better prepare yourself since you have to take responsibility for what you’ve just done, well he’s pretty turned on he needs to give you a reward and it’ll be a sleepless night since he’d be making love with you until 3AM i guess?

“*sexy music starts playing* Baby, take a seat first. *you slowly trace your fingers on his chest before gently pushing him towards the chair that you’ve prepared in the middle of your bedroom*”

“O-oh, what’s this? *flushed*”

“A reward for my ever loving boyfriend. Now, eyes on me baby. *bites lower lip and starts doing your thing*”

Originally posted by garisanee

Wonho; When the music started once he sat his ass down on the chair, he knew what was up and he’d be really ecstatic about it. Wonho would be restless on his seat when you start doing this lap grind. He’d be biting his lips, holding back the moans when he felt yours touch his crotch. But then, Wonho would also get pretty impatient that he would actually stop you mid-way through the ending. When you’d start doing the body slide, he would totally lose it and would crash his lips on yours, hungrily tasting you before throwing you on the bed. you better be ready to have those clothes thrown on the ground *wink*

“are you sure you want to do this baby? *growls as his lustful eyes eyes you up and down*”

“oh, heck yes, baby. *you whisper on his ear before moving your hips in a circular motion*”

“*groans* ugh… just you wait.. i’m gonna make you scream my name so hard that you’d lose your voice tomorrow… *licks his lips as he tries to calm his beating heart*”

Originally posted by wonhontology

Minhyuk; Minhyuk was pretty tired out by his schedule but when he came home with you pushing him on a chair with such provoking outfit washed those feelings away as he starts to get excited about this. He’d be so serious that he’d be eating you out in his mind, his eyes totally eyeing you out while you do you moves. When you pushed your breasts towards his face, you’d be startled when he’d suddenly lick it don’t try him he’s gonna flip the table. And before you could even finish your lap dance, he’d be the one who’s gonna be giving you some lap dance baby before he proceeds in bringing you to the bed, totally giving you pleasure until you’re tired out. 

Do you like what you’re seeing, baby? *seductively licks your lips while walking closer to him*”

“Mmmm. I don’t like it.. I love it baby, so fcking love it. *watches you with lustful eyes*”

“Well then… *puts your hands behind on the chair for support, standing in between his legs before pushing your breasts into his face, only to be startled when he licks it* B-babe!” 

Originally posted by wonhontology

Kihyun; The two of you were having some time together and since it’s been a while, you decided to give him some lovely performance. By the minute he sat down on the chair, he’d be totally turned on to see you on the black lacy lingerie he gave you and he’d be 10x turned on when you started doing knee strokes on him. Well, it’d be so clear that he’d be so turned on when you don’t see his smile on his face anymore,as it’s going to be replaced by a serious look, mouth slightly ajar and his eyes totally fixed on you and your body. When you bring yourself closer to him, he’d be body worshiping you with his hands sneakily giving those sensitive parts a touch. Just be warned that you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day after you know *wink*

You look fcking amazing babe, and I love it when it gives me a view of those plump breasts of yours. *shakily breaths out as he pulls you closer to him*”

“Calm down, baby, you’re gonna get a taste of this later. *pushes his hands away before doing circular motions on his lap*”

“*moans so hard that it’d make you wet in an instant* Ugh, baby, don’t stop….. *eyes fixed on yours while licking his lips*”

Originally posted by garisanee

Hyungwon; It was after a formal dinner when you decided to give this boy some reward for being a good boy. The moment you stripped of your dress, revealing a lingerie, he’d be looking at you with that look in the gif while he watches you start doing your thing. He’d be totally in control with his emotions as he just let you do your thing despite doing such sinful acts. But once he thinks that it’s his turn to give you some pleasure, he’d actually time it when you up close to him before he crashes his lips on yours, with his arm wrapped around your waist and hand playing with your nipples. And it’d end up with the two of you on bed, moaning each other’s name.

Oh, just keep that coming baby. *whispers as you start to grind in between his legs*”

“*does another move and another and another and another for 5 minutes*”

“*sees you pull your body towards him; quickly wraps his arm around your waist and crashes his lips on yours, making it into a heated make out until the two of you are now in bed*”

Originally posted by jooheonbebe

Jooheon; Man, Jooheon would be loving it. He would let you do your thing until how long you want it to be. But don’t be surprised to see him look at you while biting his lips from time to time. His breath would be so uneven since he’d be so freaking turned out that his bulge would be there to say hi to you despite being under his jogging pants. But then when you’’re doing a move that he really loves, he’d keep you on the place while running his hands down on your thighs before letting out a loud moan. When you finally decide to end the lap dance, Jooheon would just pull you into his lap before taking you in here and there. 

Baby, that was freaking awesome. *he whispers as he pulls you into his lap, his arms snaking around you waist.*”

“*sits on his lap without hesitation* Yeah? Well, what are you waiting for baby? I’m all yours.”

“*smirks before hungrily crashes his lips onto yours*”

Originally posted by kihyuon

Changkyun; This boy would not to miss a thing. He’d have his phone up by the minute you start dancing and despite having his phone recording every single thing you do, he’d still have his eyes fixed on you and your body. You were just wearing some white beater and boxers without any bra on but Changkyun would also be turned on and would be so frustrated at how hot you looked to be honest. And once he thinks that he’s caught enough, he’d throw his phone away before going all in on you. And from time to time, you’d be able to see him smirk at you.

Dang baby, no bra on? *glances on his phone to check if it’s high resolution*”

“*ignores him and continues to do your thing, only to make him more frustrated*”

“Okay, you know what… I’ve recorded a good amount of you lap dancing… *throws his phone away before pulling you into his lap and makes you do your thing*”