moving behind her


New campaign coming up - Pathfinder/Path of War “age of magic is dying” setting

My lady’s name is Ruya. :) She’s an old elf lady archer/tank out to make contact with other magic races to try and help solve setting conflict/s that are causing a population crisis in their communities. She’s got a partner (Eli) from a nomadic herding tribe and they’ve got an adult daughter (Raeesa) in the royal guard. Ruya used to be in the guard ‘till she retired to help her partner run a lil weaving-craft shop. 

She’s out of retirement and out adventuring to Save The Children and Protect Her People (the idea being that it’s better to send an old guard on a misc. quest than risk a dwindling youth population.) She loves her family & fears for the future in which her daughter might want to try and build her own. 

She’s a big tough whiskey mom. Themed armor is from her old specialized guard squad.

Cold | Namjoon x Reader | Mafia! AU

Requested by anon:

mafia au, where namjoon is the leader and is closed off until he meets you, and someone takes you, like a rival gang, and just angst & fluff????

Hope this is what you wanted!

Originally posted by arkysal

When pedestrians saw Kim Namjoon walking in the street, they all perceived him in the same way. Tall, sharp suit, expensive watch: business man.

Occasionally, amiable - and brave - passers-by would offer him greetings, honouring customs, but he would never deign to reply. They all saw him the same: cold.

The people who worked for Namjoon saw him the same way, too: cold. As did the brave individuals who worked alongside him. But these select few knew the truth as to why Namjoon was so cold, and they thus could not blame him for his temperament.

You didn’t have to be a genius to know that being a notorious mafia leader was a tough job. To manage the position, you had to show no remorse, and not ever hesitate when things got gruesome.

Some people that knew the truth about Namjoon’s profession assumed that he acted so cold in order to intimidate his opposition. Others guessed that, after dealing with such violent and devious tasks for so long, Namjoon had truly lost the ability to feel emotion.

But his closest friends knew the truth - he was cold to protect something; no, not something, but someone.

To protect you.

Only a select few knew about you. And how dear you were to Namjoon. As his girlfriend, you were his one solace among his countless criminal tasks he fulfilled day in day out. His one sliver of normality and comfort in his dark world.

If he maintained his heartless façade, then his opposition would never discover his weakness - you - and no harm would ever come to you.

Keeping you safe was Namjoon’s one priority, and he prayed there would never come a day when he was not able to do that.

Unfortunately, his prayers were not answered.

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Escape:  the Bree years

“It hurts,” she whimpered through her breaths. 

“I know, mo graidh.”  

The wind was howling outside, and the rain was pelting at the window. 

It was time for her to sit up, but she couldn’t manage because she was too tired. The bed only went up so far, so she had asked Jamie to sit behind her, and prop her up when it was time to push.  It was her twelfth hour of labour, and she was exhausted.  The contractions started at 7:00 in the evening, and it was 7:00 in the morning now.  

“You don’t know!  You don’t have any idea,” she scoffed.

“I do not.  Sorry.”  Just keep her happy.

“I should have had the drugs,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Ye said ye didna want them.  Ye said ye wanted a natural birth.”  She’d made him promise not to let her give in.  

“Well, I was wrong!”  She tried to breathe through the contraction that threatened to rip her in half.  “Oh, God, I need to push.” 

“The doctor is just putting his gloves on.”  He tried to keep his voice calm.

“Tell the doctor to fucking hurry up, it hurts.”  She couldn’t believe she was waiting for a man right now.

“He’s almost ready.  Breathe, Sassenach.” Jamie spoke low into her ear.  

“Tell him!” Claire snarled.

“Oi!  Put the fuckin’ gloves on a bit faster, aye?”  

“Thank you, Jamie.”  She sounded like herself again.

“Whatever ye need, Claire.”  He’d move Heaven and Earth, if necessary.

The doctor settled himself on the small stool between her legs.  “Ok, Dr. Fraser. Ye can push with the next contraction.  Let’s meet yer wee one, aye?”

Claire didn’t dare open her eyes for fear of losing her concentration.  The bustle of the delivery room was lost to her.  But one thing penetrated her brain, and lodged itself there.

Jamie’s voice. 

His voice in the moment the baby crowned would stay with her.  


Each word said softly, and reverently.  A true prayer.  It was the voice of a man who was witnessing a miracle.  

Claire kept her eyes closed until she heard the cry.  A very healthy, lusty cry. Relief flooded through her.  Finally, she could look.  She saw the shock of red hair, and heard the doctor ask Jamie if he’d like to cut the cord.  Jamie’s big body moved from behind hers, so anxious was he to participate.

“Is it a boy?”  Claire asked, unable to see. 

She watched Jamie cut the cord grinning from ear to ear.  

“Is it a boy?” she asked again, louder.  

The doctor held up their child.  “Ye have a beautiful baby girl!”

The nurse took the baby then, to clean her up, and test her Apgar scores. Jamie followed as if entranced.  It was as if in cutting the cord from Clair, the child had created some invisible tether to him.  

Claire laid her head back against the bed as the doctor went about helping her deliver the afterbirth.  

A girl.  

Another girl.

She was so sure it was going to be a boy.  A boy to name Brian, after Jamie’s father.  She was so certain it was a boy she didn’t even bother settling on a girl’s name.  

She felt a twinge of guilt because in truth, she was kind of disappointed. She didn’t want a girl.  She didn’t want a replacement for Faith.  Faith was her daughter.  She was supposed to have a son so she wouldn’t miss Faith all over again.  She was supposed to have a son so she wouldn’t constantly be thinking about all that Faith had missed.  All that she and Jamie had missed.  Now, she would be thinking about how two little girls should have grown up together.  

We lost a lifetime with someone we’d never even met.

She turned her head, and felt the tears slide into her ear.  

“Are ye ready to hold yer wee lass?” the nurse asked. 

Claire nodded, and held out her arms.  

The nurse handed her the squirming bundle.  Claire received her daughter, and immediately counted her fingers, and toes while Jamie chuckled deeply.  Ten. Ten of each.  

Jamie placed his big hands on either side of her on the bed, and kissed her gently on the lips.  

“Thank ye, Sassenach.  Thank ye for our child.  Our daughter.”

She smiled then, at his joy.  Her tears welled up anew.  She found her joy in his. She looked down at the pink, warm body resting against her skin.  Little fingers splayed over her chest, with the same crooked right pinky, just like Claire’s.  The tiny knees were drawn up, and the cheeks were impossibly chubby.    

“What should we name her?”  Claire couldn’t tear her eyes away.  She was big! And that hair!  So much like her dad.  So much like Faith.  

She was Faith, but more.  She was her sister.

“Christ!  We didna decide, did we?”  Jamie’s eyes widened.

“Honestly, Jamie. I was convinced it was a boy.”

“Canna very well name her Brian, now, can we?”

“No,” Claire paused, and thought.  “But we can name her Brianna.” 

Jamie tried to say the name, stuttered, tried again.  Claire corrected him and he tried again, his tongue getting in the way of the shift in syllable.  Claire laughed out loud.

“How do ye spell it, then?” Jamie’s brow was furrowed.


“Brrrr-eye-ah-na.”  Jamie spoke slowly.  “That’s a horrible name for a lass.”

“Can you say Mary?”  She spoke as if talking to a toddler.

“Oh, ha ha, Claire.”  Jamie raised an eyebrow.  “It’s that damn English spelling.  In Gaelic we would say it ‘Bree-ahnna.’”  He looked down at his newborn, hands still braced on either side of Claire. “’Tis different, right enough.”

Claire lifted a hand, and placed it against Jamie’s cheek.  His attention broken, he looked at his wife.  His tired, pale, physically, emotionally exhausted wife.  

“We can call her Bree, for short.” Claire smiled like the Madonna.  “I think it’s beautiful.”

“I think yer beautiful,” Jamie whispered.  “God, Claire.  A daughter.”  His breath hitched, a catch in his voice.   “A second chance.”

“No,” she said, a little more forcefully than she meant.  Jamie narrowed his eyes.  

“No,” she said in a gentler tone.  “She’s our first chance.”  She cupped Brianna’s small head.  “Our second daughter, but our first chance.”  

Jamie nodded.  “Aye.  I get yer meanin’ mo graidh.”  He kissed the top of the baby’s head, lingeringly.  Then, kissed his wife in the same way.  

“Weel, ladies,”  Jamie heaved himself up, proud as a stallion.  “I’m going to call Auntie Jenny.  A Dhia, Sassenach, she’ll be beside herself wi’ excitement!”  

He strode through the door, then grabbed the frame at the last moment, and spun around. “Tha gaol agam ort.”  

“I love you, too, Jamie.”  His grin was blinding.  She could hear him whistle tunelessly as he walked away to the lobby for better cell reception.

Alone, Claire looked down at Brianna.  She shifted the baby to cradle her in her arms, and swaddled her more snuggly in the pink blanket.  Bree opened her eyes for a moment.  

“That, my darling, was your father, James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser.”  Bree blinked sleepily.  “A long time ago I crawled through his window, and fixed his shoulder.  And then, not long after that, he took care of me when I was sick.  He said to me once that ‘I had his name, his clan, his family, and if necessary, the protection of his body’.  It’s a promise he’s always kept.  It will be the same for you, little one.”  Claire smiled at the memory. 

“Your father will love you more than you ever thought possible.  He will encourage you to be anything you want to be,” Claire promised fiercely.  

Bree’s little mouth stretched into a yawn.  “I wonder if you’ll prefer art to science?  Although I secretly hope you’ll grow up to be an archaeologist like your Great-Uncle Lamb.” 

Bree’s eyes drifted shut, her little hands curled under her chin.  

Claire shifted the baby up onto her shoulder, and settled back, holding her close.  

Closing her eyes, she yawned just as her daughter had done a moment before, and drifted off to sleep.

When Jamie stepped into the room ten minutes later, his two best girls were fast asleep.  He pulled out his phone, and snapped a picture of the moment.  

A moment he never wanted to forget. 

Because in that exact moment, he felt as if his heart was going to burst. 

An Infinity of Yes

I don’t have a lot of time this morning and I really shouldn’t be writing this, but…

I’m still happy!  And as is my way, I had to write about it.  So, a moment away from the angst to celebrate the momentousness of a yes.  For the nonnie who requested a little celebratory smut…

Cause I don’t know if you ya’ll knew or now, but Emma Swan and Killian Jones are engaged!

Originally posted by captainswanouat

Under the cut for the normal, smutty reasons…

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The Kitchen Encounter.

Okay guys, this is it.

I have tried to write some smut, i have no idea whether it is too much or whether it is any good or whether I will ever write it again but hey I gave it a red hot go.

I have never been so nervous to post anything before this.

This is partially inspired by a little anon ask, for some kitchen counter sex.

This scene is an alternate to the scene in episode 13, where the Serpents maybe wait until the next day to come and induct Jughead to the family. Therefore the couple remains uninterupted.

It had been her declaration of her love for him which had done it, made him pull her towards him lifting her up as he captured her lips with his own.

His fingers grabbed at the buttons of her coat trying to release her from the tight garment, growling in frustration as he could not get his hands steady enough, she pulled the buttons, and he pulled the garment from her, it falling to the floor behind them as he moved to the kitchen never loosening his hold on her, a hand slipping underneath to cup her ass, her legs tight around his hips as he maneuvered them to the kitchen.

He pushed her onto the counter with such force that her shoulders struck the kitchen cupboards. Her mind registered the brief sensation of pain but her senses were too overwhelmed that it all blended into one, pleasure and pain.

Immediately she knew she needed to feel his skin against hers as she pulled her shirt off, catching a glimpse of his smile as her body was revealed to him before making a move to divest him of his own grey jumper, smiling appreciatively at the muscles she had only felt through layers of clothing during previous explorations.

She had a feeling where their night might be heading when he invited her to FP’s now empty trailer. No-one knew where they were going and they had come back to one another after being so close to breaking apart.  She wanted him, all of him. She had not been expecting him to tell her that he loved her to expose himself like that and she couldn’t help the smile that had spread to her lips when he did, her expression of her own love for him easily returned.

His body was flush with her, his hands touching all the newly exposed skin of her body trailing a thumb along her jaw grasping at her neck as she keened into his touch aching for more, both riding the high of the affirmations of their love for one another.

Something raw had been released inside of him, he needed to have her, to mark her as his own as he kissed, sucked and nipped her neck trailing down to her shoulder. Her teeth grasped her bottom lip in reflex stifling the cries that threatened to release from her mouth. He didn’t know what to do with his hands all her knew was that he needed to touch her all of her.

His hands moved to cup her breasts through the thin material of her bra. Before he lowered his mouth nipping the exposed flesh just above the cup and she cries out at his actions. Her hands moved to behind her back to undo the clasp of her bra, letting the garment fall. He paused briefly taking in the sight of her, and she felt the heat rising in her cheeks before he bent down to brush his lips against her exposed flesh and she found herself pushing her chest up,  her hands in his hair, tugging roughly, encouraging him to go further. His mouth enclosed her nipple, tongue lavishing at her flesh, while she could only groan and writhe underneath his touch.

She let out a moan as a hand trailed up her thigh underneath her skirt. His other hand went to her hair directing her to look at him, his eyes boring into hers as he moved his hand further up, tracing the outline of her lacy panties, a finger tracing just under the lace outline barely touching her skin and she closed her eyes moaning his name.

“Look at me. ” he ordered  and her eyes snapped open to his, surprised at his directive tone this wasn’t the Jughead who had been nervous about their first kiss, the gentleman. His eyes searching hers for a permission before he eventually moved to where she needed him, slipping underneath the flimsy waistband resulting in a moan escaping her lips as he moved over her folds, finding her wet and wanting. Her hips bucked in to his hand wanting more pressure, more of his touch.

“Please. ” she said and he smiled at her, taking in her swollen lips, mussed hair and lust filled eyes. She was his, as he was hers. He pulled her lips back to his, his tongue sweeping across her own coaxing her as his fingers continued to tease her. " I need. “ she managed to say in between their kisses slow and heavy. Before he moved to suck at the pulse point on her neck, delighted at the sharp intake of breath that this produced.

“Tell me Betts, tell me what you need. ” He whispered into her ear, delighting in her breathy uneven moans, as he traced the shell of her ear with his tongue.

Her hand came down to grasp his wrist stopping the tentative movements and urging him to where she needed him.

“This. Here. ” She managed to utter as his fingers found that bundle of nerves and she swore for just a second she saw stars. She rested her head against the kitchen cupboard as he continued to play her like his own personal instrument. “More.” She gasped, struggling for breath feeling the tension building within her body, knowing that she was so close. He slipped a finger inside her and she arched her body, her hips rising to meet his touch. He continued the motion, adding a second finger and he could feel her breathing change, her kisses became more messy and open against his lips as she lost control. His thumb again found her clit and he continued to rub rough circles as he felt her begin to crumble. Feeling her walls clench against his fingers as her orgasm hit her.

A blinding white heat shot through her as her body trembled against his in the aftermath of her orgasm. Her breaths deep, as she continued to shake even after he removed his hand.

He was gasping for breath himself, seeing her come undone as a result of his own actions. He pulled the underwear from her body down her legs and she shrugged them from her ankles, bringing her legs up again to wrap around his waist bringing his core in line with her own as she rubbed against him wantonly.

“We should.” He started to say before she cut him off with her mouth locking with his own again, his hands returning to her now uncovered breasts massaging the soft mounds, swallowing her gasps and mewls with his mouth.

Her hands traveled between them making their way to his waistband. Undoing the button before unzipping them and pushing them down his legs with her own. Leaving him standing in front of her in only his boxers, her skirt still hanging from her hips.

“I want you Jug. Now, here.” She didn’t want a soft bed, surrounded by candles, rose petals on the bed. That was a different first time that she had imagined. That was the ‘first time’ that she had imagined in her head with Archie Andrews, it was a fantasy. This now was real, her feelings for him and his for her were real and nothing was more raw or in her mind perfect than this.

“But.” He thought about their first time being on a kitchen counter, her skirt bunched around her waist, his jeans around his ankles in a trailer in the Southside. It was so beneath her.

“No, here. Juggie, with you.” She affirmed. And then she pulled a foil packet from her skirt and his eyes went wide. Betty Cooper was always full of surprises, prepared for everything. “I want to.” She confirmed again and he returned his lips to hers, hungry for her. Her hand slipped beneath his waistband and grasped him and he found himself groaning into her shoulder. She pushed his boxers off of his hips.

“Can you?” She asked passing him the foil packet that was on the bench to the side of her. He rolled it on and lined himself up at her entrance, looking again for confirmation that this was what she wanted. She gave a sharp nod and sealed her lips over his.

He pushed into her and she bites back a moan at the sensation her legs wrapping tightly around him pulling him into her fully. She held him there allowing herself to accommodate him before he started to thrust into her, slowly at first but with her greedy moans spurring him on he soon picked up the pace.

His hand returned to the juncture in between her thighs searching for that bundle of nerves which had already brought her sweet release.

“Fuck, Betts, I’m..”

He stroked her clit hoping to produce the same reactions from her as he had earlier as he continued to intensify his pace, before his movements became uneven and they were heading towards completion screaming each others names in joint release.

He pressed his sweaty forehead against hers, his nose gently brushing against her own both fighting to steady their breathing, and shaking in the aftermath of their release, neither one expecting the curve ball that would be coming their way in the morning.

Let My Baby Stay (M)

Originally posted by jonginssoo

Writer!Baekhyun x Reader (x CEO!Junmyeon)

I was made to love her. 

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anonymous asked:

sanvers + kisscam au

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

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

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

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

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

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

( not how hard, kara! how far. )

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

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

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

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

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

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

for fucks sake.


one achingly long beat.


another beat.


a sharp intake of breath.


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

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

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

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

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

no way.

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“oh my god, gross.”

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

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

“you’re buying.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You Catch More Flies with Honey than with Vinegar / Reggie Mantle

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Rolling her eyes, (Y/N) slides out of her booth at Pop’s and heads for the door, tired of yet another one of Reggie’s attempts of pursuing her. 

“Hey wait up!” he calls, rushing out of his seat to follow her. (Y/N) had made it out of the diner and Reggie had to jog a few steps to catch up with her. “Please,” he says, reaching out to gently grasp her arm.

She releases a frustrated groan and yanks her arm out of his grip. She stops walking and turns to face him. “What?” she demands, crossing her arms over her chest.

Reggie seemed lost for words, shaking her head (Y/N) goes to turn until she finally hears him speak. “I just want to talk.” Slowly, (Y/N) lets out a breath and lifts a hand, motioning him to continue. “I don’t really know how to do this,” he tells her.

She raises an eyebrow, “You think?” she questions.

Thinking back over the past month, (Y/N) could recall at least a dozen instances where Reggie had tried to gain her attention that had gone horribly wrong. 

When he first began to try and win her over, he approached her at school, his friends behind him, and in front of everyone-publicly declared his intentions. Everyone who knows (Y/N) understands her lack of anticipation to be in the limelight and this stunt he pulled caused a lot of unwanted attention. 

Reggie attempted to impress her on the football field-but his actions caused a number of injuries to those from the other team. And while, of course she had school spirit and was happy the Bulldogs won-she hated seeing people get hurt.

That’s why when her friend Betty had told her about the playbook she found and that Reggie was in it-she was beyond mad. (Y/N) can’t stand it when someone plays with another’s feelings-especially when it is extremely clear how wrong the actions are in the first place. 

Reggie managed to cross yet another line when (Y/N) found Jughead as a target-yet again-to the football team. While he may not have said anything himself to ridicule her friend, it was the fact that he had just stood there and laughed with the others while Jughead was being humiliated.

Reggie had his moments, (Y/N) knew that. He could be kind and compassionate, honest and affectionate. 

He was always sweet to her-had never uttered a bad word to or about her. Whenever they were together, he always ensured she saw warm enough or comfortable enough or had had enough to eat that day. 

But it’s not enough.

(Y/N) couldn’t tolerate his-anyone’s-idle standing by when people were being hurt and teased-let alone his occasional involvement. These actions went against a lot of her principles and she wouldn’t let herself get involved with someone who so openly had such little respect for other people.

“Look,” Reggie sighs, “I really, really like you,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to do.”

(Y/N)’s expression softens and her arms drop, “Reg,” she groans.

“I know you like me too, okay? I just don’t understand why you keep pushing me away?”

(Y/N) ignores his comment, “You haven’t figured it out by now?” she laughs. 

“Would I be chasing after you like a mad man and standing out here in the cold if I had?” he demands.

“We see things differently,” she tells him, “and whether I like you or not. I can’t accept certain…parts of you.” Hurt flashes across his face and (Y/N) felt her chest tighten. “I’m sorry…but I can’t change what I think. I’ve always had strong opinions and I’m sorry.”

Reggie shakes his head, “I should be apologising. Not you.”

“I would never ask you to-”

“I know,” he interrupts. “I know you wouldn’t.”


“No,” he says, “please don’t. I should get going,” he smiles, (Y/N) knew instantly it was fake. “I’ll see you around.”

He takes a few steps back before turning around, starting to walk away. “Reggie?” she calls after him. 

He stops in his tracks, turns his head so he could see her, “Yeah?”

The words were caught in her throat, “I-” she stops herself. “Goodnight,” she whispers.

He nods his head, “Goodnight, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) felt worse now than she could ever remember. She felt guilty for how she treated Reggie and she wished she could take it all back. 

“What’s up with you?” a voice says from behind her, moving to sit on the seat next to her.

She looks up at the person beside her and offers him a small smile, “Nothing,” she says. Archie gives her a pointed look and she felt her smile fall. “I think I made a huge mistake last night,” she admits. 

“With Reggie?” he asks, knowingly. (Y/N) didn’t bother asking how he knew, she only nodded. “Talk to him.”

“I can’t face him. Not after what I said.”

“He’ll forgive you,” Archie tells her. “He’s practically in love with you, (Y/N).”

She remains silent, “I don’t deserve his forgiveness,” she argues. “I think I was cruel.”

“We all say things we don’t mean,” Archie says, leaning back in his seat. “Believe me,” he scoffs.

“I understand that…but I think I hurt him. And I hate that I did that. You know how I feel about people hurting others-and I went and did just that.” (Y/N) could feel tears pool in her eyes. “I feel so guilty.”

Archie wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her into his side. “Stop worrying so much. I’m sure Reggie will understand.”

“Understand what? That I’m a horrible person?”

Archie snorts, “You’re the least horrible person I have ever met.”

“I want to make it up to him,” (Y/N) says, nodding her head in agreement with her own words.

“The go find him.”

“Now?” she questions, pulling away from Archie’s hold. He only nods in reply. “Now,” she whispers. (Y/N) stands, letting Archie’s arm fall. “I’ll go find him now,” she smiles, “and I’ll apologise.”

(Y/N) wanders around the school, checking the halls and the oval until she finally found him in the student lounge. He was sat on the couch surrounded by his friends. 

She enters the room slowly and spends a moment to take him in. He was laughing at something that someone must have said, looking as carefree and happy as (Y/N) had grown used to. 

When his eyes find her, his expression falters. His brow furrows as he realises she’s across the room. He stands on his feet, momentarily forgetting his friends. “Are you okay?” he asks softly when he approaches her.

(Y/N) takes his hand, much to his surprise, and leads him out to the hallway. “I have to apologise.”

Reggie shakes his head, “You really don’t. You were right.”

“No,” she insists, tightening her hold on his hand, “I wasn’t. I was rude and I hurt you. And I’m so sorry.”

“Stop apologising.”

“No,” she repeats. “I need you to forgive me.”

“There’s nothing to forgive,” he denies.

“Please,” she begs. 

Reggie frowns, lifting a hand to her face. (Y/N) closes her eyes as his hand makes contact with her skin. He rests his palm on her cheek for a small moment before his hand slides to the back of her neck.

“If you really want me to,” he mumbles, “then I forgive you.”

Reggie pulls her against his chest, wrapping his arms around her tightly. (Y/N) holds him tight in return, her hands clutching his shoulders. “You were right,” she whispers in his ear.

“About what?” he questions with curiosity. He attempts to pull away so he could see her face, but her grip only tightens in response.

“I do like you,” she mumbles. 

Reggie couldn’t help but let the smile he felt coming form. “Told you,” he replies.  (Y/N) hits his shoulder and muffles her laugh as she buries her head in his neck. “(Y/N)?”


“I’m going to try to be better,” he says quietly. She bites her lip gently, shifting her head so she could see him. He peers down at her with a smile, “Promise me something?” he asks.


“Promise that you’ll stay by me,” he says. “It may take some time-but I want to be better.”

(Y/N) closes her eyes, “Of course, I will. But Reggie,” she begins, “it won’t take as long as you think. You’re a good person. A kind person. You just sometimes…make bad decisions. But everyone does. And I was…mistaken when I judged you.”

“It’s in the past,” he shrugs, removing his arms from her. (Y/N) frowns at his actions but reluctantly takes a step back. “And thank you,” he tells her, full of sincerity. 

(Y/N) smiles bashfully as he continues to stare at her. “Stop,” she mumbles but he only laughs. 

“Let me take you out,” he exclaims without hesitation. 

She snorts, “We’re at school.” 

He rolls his eyes, “Not now. Tonight?”

“Okay,” she nods. “Tonight.”

Feels so Good (Intro)

So this is my new series based on Carolina. This is just the introduction! Follow me and let me know what you guys think! I also love talking and answering any questions so send me a nice ask! Enjoy!

Originally posted by solo-harry

She never used to be like this.

Growing up in Carolina she was what people would describe as a good girl. She made straight a’s, didn’t get drunk until her 21st birthday, and didn’t date much. However, after college, she wanted a new change of scenery. She could have easily gone to grad school in the Carolina’s, but she wanted to see what was on the West Coast.

When she got to California, she was culture shocked. Everyone seemed fake and party crazed. Soon as she arrived at LAX, she wanted to turn around and get the first flight back to Charlotte. She couldn’t though. To be a serious writer she needed to get her master’s and go to grad school. She would only be here for two years. She could handle it.

Now a year into a grad school, that good little girl from Carolina has transformed into someone she never thought she would become.

She was sat in her first class when a man with brown hair and green eyes that reminded her of the hills of Carolina walked into the room. He was clad in a black dress shirt, with a few buttons undone. She noticed his two tattoos on his collar bone. He was tall and incredibly fit. He was the most gorgeous man she has ever laid eyes on.

She was praying that he would sit next to her. So, you could imagine her shock when he put his Gucci logo patterned briefcase on the desk in the front of the classroom that is usually designated for the professor.

Her luck.

Her luck got even worse introduced when he introduced himself and his voice was deep and had the thickest English accent she has ever heard. She wanted nothing more than to pounce on him, but she was here for one reason and one reason only. Get her Master’s degree and start working for Conde Nast.

That was the first promise she couldn’t keep to herself.

She was three weeks into grad school, and she was slowly but surely settling into her West Coast life. Harry, her insanely gorgeous professor, who she found out that she would have every semester until she finishes post-grad. Just finished the class, and she was packing her things when he first spoke her name.
It was smooth off of his pink tongue. It sounded sinful and she wanted to hear him say it while he was naked in bed and her mouth was wrapped around his cock.

“Yes,” she answered politely with a bright smile. He motioned for her to come to his desk in a come hither motion.

She was sure her feet have never moved so fast in their life.

“Y/n, I did some research on you.” 

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My dad confessed to me the other day he’s actually warmed up to my cat these past years ever since I left home, and it’s honestly quite charming seeing him -my dad, a buff sportsman- interact with her.

anonymous asked:

26 43 80 with montgomery please 😂

Man oh man do I love that angry lil prick

26. I’m stuck! Help me!

43. Pick up lines only work when I’m drunk.

80. Nothing bad is going to happen, baby, I promise.

Clean up the sports utility closet coach said. It’ll be easy extra credit he said. What he didn’t say was that the door to the closet was old and janky. What he didn’t say was that the door had a habit of not opening once it had been shut. All she had to say was fuck the coach and fuck this goddamn door. 

“Hello?!” she yells, pounding on the door with both of her fists. Unfortunately the only shitty part of the door was the lock. The rest of it was strong as steel. 

“Y/N?” a voice asks, moving closer to the door.

“Monty?” she asks in surprise, pressing her ear against the door. This was just fantastic. Montgomery De La Cruz of all people. Her on-again-off-again on-the-down-low hook up of all people.

“What’re you doing?” he inquires, tapping on the door with his fingers.

I’m stuck! Help me!” she shouts, hitting the door with her fist. She reels back fast, the impact hurting a lot more than she thought it would.

“Why are you in there in the first place?” his voice rings through. He’s muffled because of the barrier, but she can still make out a mischievous undertone laced in his words.

“I didn’t do so great on the last test, so coach said he’d give me extra credit if I cleaned out the sports utility closet,” she sighs, kicking at the door this time to give her fists a break.

“Why didn’t you do so great? You’re smart, you always do well,” he smirks, knowing exactly why she didn’t do well.

“Because the only thing I was studying before that exam was your anatomy you ass hat!” she yells impulsively, instantly covering her mouth. She can’t see what’s going on outside. Half the baseball team could be there for all she knows, but thankfully the only laugh she hears is Monty’s, so he must be alone. “That means it’s half your fault that I’m stuck in here.”

“That’s fair,” he shrugs, “What do I get if I get you out?”

“I’m gonna slap that smirk off of your face,” she snaps.

“You really shouldn’t be getting temperamental with the person who can save your ass,” he tsks, jiggling the handle with his hand, “And you know, my lips won’t kiss themselves.”

Pick up lines only work when I’m drunk,” she rolls her eyes.

“Oh I remember,” he grins, unintentionally drawing his bottom lip between his teeth.

The first time they hooked up was over the summer at a bonfire Zach was hosting. She was buzzed off straw-ber-ritas and thought that everything was absolutely hilarious. Even Monty’s stupid pick up lines. The flirty banter was playful and enticing, so much so that when she sobered up and could think clearly again she still wanted to be with him. Maybe it was the way he smiled when he spoke, or the way his fingers danced over her leg while they talked. Whatever it was got her hooked, and even now she is still drawn to him.

“What’re you thinking about?” Monty presses, noticing the silence. She can hear the smirk in his voice.

“How much I want out of this fucking closet,” she snaps back to the present moment, “I’m starting to get claustrophobic.”

Nothing bad is going to happen, baby, I promise,” he assures. 

“Not your ‘baby’,” she retorts.

“Aren’t you though?” he presses, “or do you only like the sound of that when it comes out in a moan?”

Montgomery!”Her cheeks heat up and suddenly she’s oh-so-grateful for the door that’s separating them so he can’t see the look on her face, or the blotchy, pink stains on her cheeks. They never really talked about the things that happened that nobody else knew about. Especially not in broad daylight.

“I’m just saying,” he chuckles, yanking on the door handle. It doesn’t budge. He grabs the baseball bat he leaned against the door when he started talking to her. Good time to have baseball practice.

The clashing of metal on metal causes her to jump back. If she had to guess, she would say that Monty used something to knock the handle off the door, and her suspicion is confirmed when the door opens and Monty is standing there with his baseball in his hand the door knob laying on the ground in defeat.

“Got it,” he smiles proudly, walking into the closet.

“Monty,” she gasps, “You can’t do that. You broke the fucking door!”

“It was already broken,” he shrugs casually, “And besides, I rescued you. That’s what you wanted right?”

“I wanted someone to get me out of here. Not you specifically. Just someone,” she crosses her arms across her chest. Although she has to admit, the post-practice sweaty shimmer, and tousled hair is a good look for him.

“Well, I’m glad it was me,” he’s standing right in front of her now, trailing his hand down her tricep to test the waters. Much to his delight, she uncrosses her arms, letting them fall to her sides. He grabs both of her wrists and places them on his shoulders to which she instinctively moves her hands behind his head while he rests his forehead against hers mumbling in a near inaudible voice, “Kiss please?”

She complies without protest, tilting her head up to connect their lips. His mouth feels warmer than usual, probably from baseball practice and working up a sweat. He grips the middle of her thighs, instructing her to “jump”. She’s placed on a stack of crates so they’re more eye-level now and she wraps her legs around his waist as his hands move up and down her legs.

“Monty,” she breathes, “thanks for saving me.”

“Anytime,” he moves his mouth to her ear, “babe.”

Lost and Found

Steve x Reader Oneshot

Summary – You drive the team crazy talking about football and you think that everyone, including Steve, has forgotten your birthday.

Warnings – Absolutely none!  Just pure fluff!

Word Count – 1,403

Notes – I wrote this back in February for Chanel’s (@imaginingbucky) birthday.  I was on hiatus so I didn’t post it.  I just remembered that I wrote it and thought you guys would enjoy it!


Originally posted by beardedchrisevans

When (Y/N) had joined the Avengers back in June, she had made it her personal mission to convert Steve Rogers from a supporter of “America’s Favorite Pastime” into a Football Fanatic.  She had spent two months laying the groundwork before Pre-Season began. Being a close friend of Tony Stark had guaranteed that she had season tickets to all of the Patriots’ home games and being an Avenger got her invited into the locker room after the games to hang out with the players. 

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Happy Birthday, Bucky!

Summary: AU! Bucky comes home from work to a celebration in his honor.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader, plus some dad!Bucky feels

Word Count: 982

Warnings: fluff and cuteness overload

A/N: This is a one-shot (my first one on this blog!) in honor of Bucky’s 100th birthday (and in honor of me reaching 2k+ followers). I was in mighty need of some Time After Time Bucky, so that’s the family I used. I wrote this in like fifteen minutes to try to make up for my previous story’s angst.

HBD Old Man!

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“Open Heart” - Raphael Santiago

Originally posted by deityfanboy

(not my gif)

REQUEST: Raphael has a huge crush on (Y/N) but (Y/N) is always hanging out with Magnus because they are close friends and Raphael gets angry.
(the gender of the reader wasn’t specified so (Y/N) can be either a female or a male.)

(Y/N) had spent the day with her best friend, Magnus Bane. They had known each other for centuries. They were both warlocks and they had been close friends for the longest of times.
“What’s that annoying noise?” Magnus asked.
“It’s my phone, Magnus.” (Y/N) rolled her/his eyes.
“Why does it keep ringing?” Magnus asked, slightly annoyed of modern technology.
(Y/N) picked up her/his phone from the table and looked at the now missed calls.
“It’s Raphael.” (Y/N) stated.
(Y/N) and Raphael had met a few months ago. They both knew Magnus and they met at one of his popular parties. (Y/N) wasn’t surprised to see a vampire at Magnus’s parties but she/he was suprised to find out that both the vampire and the warlock were actually friends.
“Raphael? Since when do you fancy vampires?” Magnus smirked.
“Even you can’t deny that Raphael is really hot.” (Y/N) winked.
“So you do fancy him!” Magnus declared, still smirking. “Do you plan on calling him back?”
(Y/N) looked at her/his phone for a minute, hesitant to call the vampire back while being at Magnus’s.
“I’ll just stop by the Hotel Dumort later.” (Y/N) replied.
Although she/he was really eager to see Raphael again, she/he wanted to spend some quality time with her/his best friend – who was spending more and more of his time at the Institute to flirt with his shadowhunter boyfriend. (Y/N) had found it hard to hang out with the high warlock of Brooklyn for more than ten minutes.
“But right now, I believe with have some catch up to do.” (Y/N) said as Magnus handed her/him another cocktail and before they started to discuss Magnus’s love life.

Later on that night, (Y/N) had stopped by the vampires’ household like she/he said she/he would. It was dark outside, but (Y/N) noticed a shadow moving behind her/him. When she/he turned around, she/he already knew who she/he would come face to face with and a smile appeared on her/his face.
“Raphael. Hi.” (Y/N) said.
But (Y/N)’s smile slowly vanished at the sight of the angry-looking vampire.
“Is everything all right?” She/He asked, frowning.
“Yeah, how could you possibly know when you turn down my calls?” The vampire said, rather angrily.
“I didn’t turn down your calls, I simply missed them. I was with Magnus.” (Y/N) explained.
“Magnus, huh? Seems like you spend all of your time with him.”
“Actually, I haven’t-”
“Are you two dating? Is that what this is? You’ve spent centuries together and you don’t feel the need to let anyone else in you life?” Raphael spat.
(Y/N) frowned at the vampire’s reaction.
“Magnus and I are just friends.” (Y/N) said, defensively.
“Oh, ‘just friends’, really? Is that all it is?” Raphael asked, sarcastically.
“Actually, no. He is my best friend.” (Y/N) replied. Raphael’s anger was giving life to her/his own. “You’re right. Magnus and I have lived through many centuries together and he is the only person who hasn’t let me down.” (Y/N) clenched her/his jaw.
“So that’s why you won’t open your heart to anyone? Because Magnus is the only man in your life and you want it to stay that way?” Raphael almost shouted.
“I have opened my heart to someone else!”
“Oh, right. And who’s the lucky boy?” Raphael asked, bitterly.
“You, idiot!” (Y/N) shouted. “I have opened my heart to you! But you’ve been so blind with jealousy that you can’t even see it!” She/He added.

There was an awkward silence for a minute, Raphael and (Y/N) both standing still and staring at each other. The anger seemed to dissolve rather quickly from Raphael’s bloodstream as he realised what (Y/N) had just confessed to him. Without wasting any more time, Raphael gently grabbed (Y/N)’s cheeks and pressed his cold lips on hers/his. As he did so, (Y/N)’s anger vanished instantly and she/he kissed the vampire back with passion. After a while, (Y/N) broke the kiss in need of oxygen – unlike Raphael for whom breathing was highly overrated. They both stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds, admiring the beauty that was standing before their eyes.
“I will take great care of it, I promise.” Raphael said, his hands still resting on (Y/N)’s cheeks.
“Take care of what?” (Y/N) asked, breathlessly. She/He had forgotten every word they spoke before the kiss, it felt like none of it mattered anymore. But her/his heart pounding in her/his chest made her/him feel like it might explode with joy and excitement.
“Your heart. I will take great care of it. You won’t regret opening it to me.” The vampire explained.
(Y/N) smiled at Raphael’s words and kissed him again as she/he realised she/he couldn’t get enough of his soft lips pressed against her/his own and the feeling of his touch on her/his bare skin.

(Y/N) had opened her/his heart again. She/He had opened her/his heart to the boy standing before her/him. And, although she/he swore to herself/himself that she/he would never do such thing again in fear of getting hurt and having her/his heart ripped off of her/his chest again, it was so worth it to take the risk.