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McCall Pack, Meet Riverdale Part 2

Summary: Your the sister of the late Allison Argent. Soon after her death your father, Chris Argent, Isaac Lahey and you move to France. Not long after you find yourself living with your Dad in his hometown. While Riverdale doesn’t have a supernatural mess, it sure does have a strange and mysterious murder.

Characters: daughter!reader x chris argent, reader x undetermined love interest, Archie Andrews, Jughead Jones, Veronica Lodge, Betty Cooper, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, and Allison Argent (mentioned)

Words: 4507

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or the characters. I do not own Riverdale OR the characters, the show is based the Archie Comics which I do not own either. I also do not own any gifs, images or songs that may appear.

Warnings: possible swearing, mention of death, mention of murder, angst. Angry reader and allusion to the murder of Jason Blossom.

Author: Caitsy

Tagging: Ask if you want to be removed or added! At the bottom.

A/N: I’ve completely fallen in love with Riverdale mainly because I grew up reading the comics. IT’S AMAZING! With that being said I will be taking requests for Riverdale!

This is to hold you guys over because Ash and I will be unavailable for a little way. I have tons of homework and I’m not at liberty to say what Ash is busy at!

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PART ONE

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“What the hell?” Archie exclaimed following the three of you. His friends trailed after him.

“Jesus christ.” You groaned rubbing your arm from where you had been manhandled. Scott smacked Stiles in the back of the head before he looked at you, “What the hell are you doing here?!”

“Argent sent us.” Scott said, “Beacon Hills has trouble and we need your help.”

You were pushed back as a tall red head protectively stood in front of you with his arms crossed. To your horror Archie and his tag alongs had joined the group also causing Stiles to curse as he pointed a skinny finger as you.

“Please tell me that the Scooby-gang doesn’t know about the Nogistune.” Stiles hissed.

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parents kissing (stefan salvatore drabble)

you and stefan are the parent figures of your friend group and he ends up suggesting something that’s a little crazy at first.

(gifs aren’t mine!!)

“Damon Salvatore–NO!” You glare at Damon as he and Kai prepare to throw daggers at one another in some sort of game.

“Kai, cut it out,” Stefan walks in the living room and grabs the knife out of Kai’s hand on his way towards the bar.

“Hey!” Kai whines, stomping after Stefan as Damon points and laughs at him.

“Damon, please act your age– you’re almost 200 years old,” Stefan raises his brows at his brother who shrugs almost proudly.

“Damon. Hand over your knife, NOW,” you glare at him and he raises his brows, almost amused by your attempt to scare him.

So you walk over to him with a confident smirk on your face. Seeing the confidence, Damon kind of shrinks down. You stop right next to him and pulls his head lower so that you can whisper to him. You see Stefan and Kai’s eyes on you and so you put a little extra effort into both your performance and the threat that you’re whispering in Damon’s ear.

By the time you’re done, Damon shudders and gives you a disgusted look while handing over the knife. You kiss his cheek and give your audience a little curtsy before walking over to the bar.

“That was so hot,” Kai whispers, clearing his throat as Stefan gives him a look.

“I think you should go to your little friend Damon. If you’re lucky, he’ll tell you what I told him,” you raise your brows innocently and Kai runs over to Damon, almost tripping on his own two feet.

“You definitely threatened to rip his dick off,” Stefan looks over to you and you laugh.

“In very graphic detail. God I almost felt bad. Almost,” you smile as Stefan hands you a drink.

“They’re like children. I mean I get why,” Stefan shrugs. “Neither of him had the best childhoods, so it makes sense that they’re trying to make up for lost time but still.”

“Oh god and they’re both vampires. It’s gonna be like this forever,” you groan and Stefan laughs lightly, taking another sip of his bourbon.

“We’re gonna need a lot more bourbon to get through this life. We’re running out as it is.”

“I call supply runs if you watch the kids?” You raise your brows towards Stefan who looks too hesitant for your liking. “Come on! I’m human! What if these idiots kill me?”

“You know they won’t ever do that.”

“And how can you be so sure?” You take a sip of your drink as Stefan thinks of what to say.

“I know that they wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you because I would murder them,” Stefan shrugs as your mouth falls open.

“Oh come on you can’t do that!” He raises his brows and you hold your hands up. “Look, I’m not saying I want to be dead, but accidents happen where vampires are involved.”

“You can’t just be written off as an accident, Y/N,” Stefan shakes his head and Damon smirks at the two of you, winking in your direction.

“Why does Damon look like that?” You furrow your brows as Stefan rolls his eyes.

“It’s nothing.”

You look back at Damon and this time he and Kai are both giving you a wierd look… Is Kai blowing kisses at you?

“Are they really that turned on by me ripping off their balls one at a time?” You finish your drink and Stefan laughs, shaking his head at you.

“No, they’re waiting to see your reaction after I ask you out. Also they’re listening in on our conversa–”

“I’m sorry did you just say they’re waiting for you to ask me out?” You raise a brow at him. “Why would you do that?”

“Well we’re like the mom and dad of the group, so it’s fitting.”

“Please tell me you have a better reason than that because I want to say yes, but you’re making it hard,” you rest an elbow on the table and Stefan sighs, dropping his head.

“The truth is that I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while, but things managed to get in the way. For one, my mom came back to life. And then Caroline happened. And then–”

“Alright, I’m familiar with the trainwreck that’s been our lives these past few years. Go on.”

“Well the thing that pushed me over the edge is that date you went on with Kol. I haven’t been that angry in a very long time, Y/N,” he sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. “I saw him wrapping an arm around you and making you laugh and it made me angry.”

“So you’re asking me out because you’re angry?” You furrow your brows, determined to fuck with him as much as you could.

“No, Y/N, listen. AGH,” he groans, turning his head the other way. “I knew this was a bad idea.”

“So you’re gonna give up because this is getting hard?” You turn him around to face you again. “I don’t know how this is going to work.”

“See? I knew–”

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You cup his face and press your lips against his in a gentle kiss, a small smile on your face as his hands slowly move around your face.

“Yes, I’ll go out with you,” you whisper, a smile growing on Stefan’s face as he leans in for another kiss to which you gladly oblige.

“Seeing your parents kiss is so disturbing,” you hear Kai’s voice as Damon gags.

You and Stefan burst out laughing at the two idiots who were practically your children. This was gonna be fun.

Montgomery de la Cruz x Reader Imagine (Part 3/?)

Hi guys, thanks you like two previous parts. This part is a little mess I feel, but everyone interrupted me like a million times so I don’t know.

Quick reminder that English is not my first language, s I’m sorry for any mistakes. And for any mistakes at baseball terms, cause I don’t know a shit about baseball.

One more question: Do you prefer parts to be shorter and be published more often or longer but not posted as often?

Part 1

Part 2

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At first he was a little shocked, then he put his hands on my hips and slightly pushed me away.

“What happened to you today?”

“You always do that?”, I asked. “I mean, girl basically jumps on you and you push her away? Do you even get laid or just talk about it?”

Monty chuckled.

“Alright, so I treated you the way you did treat me week before and now you wanna fuck?”

“I’m just done with this teasing”, I this point I almost shouted. “We’re gonna hook up, get over it and move on with our lives”, I said with demanding tone.

He didn’t say anything, just stared at me.

“And we’re not leaving this bathroom until you fuck me”, I crossed my arms and wanted to go and sit on the egde of bath.

But Monty’s hands, still on my hips, suddenly tightened, he pulled me closer and kissed me roughly. I tangled my fingers into his hair, when he squizzed my butt.

“Oh, and I’m done with your stupid rules”, he said between kisses, then his lips went down my neck and sucked my collarbone.

“Do you have some collarbone kink, or what?”, I hit his arm.

He grabbed my wirst a little too strong, but suprisingly I didn’t mind.

“Can you just shut the fuck up?”, he asked, looking into my eyes.

“Make me”, I dared him and didn’t have to wait long until he basically punched my lips with his.

The kisses got more and more sloppy, our breaths got heavier, Monty’s hands went all over my body. I unbottoned his shirt, took it of him and threw somewhere behind, it didn’t take long until he took of my dress. 

He pulled me up and pinched me to the wall, I wrapped my legs around his hips. My hands went down on him, to unzip his pants, and that’s all it took for him to hardened. He reached to his pocket and took condom out of his wallet. He tried to open it, but his moves were so sloppy I thought I was gonna go crazy.

“Oh for fuck’s sake”, I snatched it from his hand, opened with my teeth and put it on him, all of this while looking straight into Monty’s  eyes.

“Go on, Monty”, I nodded my head letting him get inside me.

He pulled my panties down, slowly slided in, I bit my lips trying not to make any noices.

“God, you’re so tight”, he whispered putting his forehead on mine.

My legs wrapped stronger around him as he started thrusting in and out. I was about to start moaning, when someone knocked the door.

“Y/N? Are you there?”, we heard Jessica asking. Monty put his hand on my lips before anything came out of my mouth.

I looked at him with eyes wide open. He took a deep breath and said, “She’s throwing up”, trying to sounds normal.

“Oh my God, Y/N, are you okay?”, she asked really concerned.

I nodded my head, letting Monty take his hand off my lips.

“Yeah, I’m good, I just need a minute”, I said.

“Why… Why is Montgomery in there?”

God, just fuck off, Jess, I thought.

“He’s holding my hair away from my face”, I quickly made up a response.

“Don’t worry, Jess, I’ll take care of her”, he said with cocky grin on his face, as his hand was rubbing my thigh.

“Okay, Y/N, listen, there should be spare toothbrush in the shelf above the sink, you can brush your teeth, when you’ll be done”, I rolled my eyes, waiting for her to go away. 

Suddenly, Monty thrusted in me, I had to bite his arm trying not to moan.

“Montgomery, don’t”, I whispered into his ear. 

“I brought you water”, Jessica continued,”I will leave it here for you.”

“Thanks, I love you”, I said, hoping she would finally go.

“Be quiet, or everybody will find out”, Monty rubbed his nose on my neck.

He started thrusting in me again, I scratched his back trying to keep him as close to me as possible. Heavy breaths were all we could go away with, but it was harder and harder to stay quiet.

“Mont…”, I moaned as quietly as I could.

“Fuck”, his hands tightened on my body. He started pumping faster. “You feel so good”, he whispered. One of his hand started rubbing my clit.

“Oh my…”, my body shook. “Monty, I’m gonna…”

“I know, come on, babe”, he started kissing my neck as if he knew it was my weak spot.

I clawed onto his arms, he scratched my hip, and when final wave of pleasure came for both of us he kissed me and I bit his lips so hard I could almost taste his blood. 

My muscles loosened up, Monty stopped thrusting into me, and laid his forehead on my shoulder. I played with his hair, trying to calm my breath.

“You can put me down now, you know?”, I giggled.

He gave me one last rough kiss and put me on the floor. I dressed up again, Monty threw used condom and wrapping to the bin.

“Your hair looks like shit, you know”, I said, looking at him. Well it definitely wasn’t his perfect hairstyle anymore.

“Have you seen yourself in the mirror?”, he asked. “You basically have ‘I just had sex’ written on your face”.

I came up to the mirror.

“Fuck”, I groaned.

My hair were tangled, my cheeks were blushed and I had weird, definitely not post thowing up, glow on my face. I opened a shelf a took spare toothbrush Jessica told me about, found toothpaste and started brushing my teeth. Montgomery looked at me confused.

“What? I’m brushing my teeth after throwing up”, I mumbled with mouth full of foam.

I took last quick glance at his abs, when he starting bottoning his shirt. Not quick enough though, cause he noticed it.

“You like some good abs, huh?”, he smirked.

“Not gonna lie, girls like some good abs and jawline”, I shrugged my arms.

“You know, you can call me some time and I can some you some abs, you can show me some other things”, he came closer behind me and put his hands on my hips.

“Monty”, I turned around to face him, “it was one time action, alright? I teased you, you teased me, we finished it in Jessica’s bathroom.”

“Don’t you say”, he looked down at our hips touching.

“Let’s go”, I said, moved away from him and went to the door. As I was unlocking, he quickly grabbed my ass. “Stop doing this”, I patted his hand.

“I didn’t hear you complaining few minutes ago.”

“You’re a dick”, I opened the door, stormed out of the bathroom, grabbed bottled up water Jessica left for me and went downstairs…

***

On Monday during lunch break I was sitting with few people when suddenly Jessica came up i basically threw her phone on the table.

“Look at this!”, she shouted to all of us pointing at the picture on her phone.

“What are we looking at?”, I asked.

“This is the corner of the condom wrapping”.

“Aaaand?”, Jeff encouraged her to keep talking.

“Somebody had sex in my bathroom!”, she shouted again.

“Jess!”, I tried to keep her quiet while looking around to check how many people had turned around.

Oh God,I’m screwed, I thought.

“What’s up boys and girls?”, Justin and Monty came to the table.

“Somebody…” Jess started shouting again.

“Somebody have some fun in Jessica’s bathroom during the party and left something”, Sheri interrupted her with quieter tone and showed guys the picture.

“Jess, it was a party, things like this just happen, don’t make drama”, Montgomery rolled his eyes.

“Okay, cool, but can people at least clean after they’re done?”, she crossed her arms. “ I’d be dead if my dad found it”.

“But he didn’t, another happy ending in your bathroom”, I put my thumb up and stuffed my mouth with food, which was typical for me - stress eating.

For the whole time I didn’t even looked at Monty, being paranoid someone would somehow found out. I ignored him to the point, when he said he’s gotta go for a chemistry, I waved at him while scrolling through my instagram feed.

“Hey, Y/N”, Justin kicked me under the table.

“Ouch, what?”, I started rubbing place on my leg he kicked, knowing the bruise would show up before the end of the day.

“Don’t you two have Chemistry together?”, he asked.

“Right. Yes. We have”, I patted my head and giggled nervously. “See you later guys”, I grabbed my bag and went with Monty, who was cracking up trying not to laugh.

“To be honest, I don’t have to do anything, you gonna give us out with your weird actions” he said when we had left the cafeteria.

“Shut up, I’ll start acting normal, it’s just that piece of wrapping…“

“There were probably more people in that bathroom that night, some of them probably had sex…”

Some freshman kid accidentaly walked in Monty, and him being, well, him, grabbed kid by shirt and pushed to the wall.

“Watch where you’re walking”, he said.

“I’m… I’m… I’m sorry”, kid picked up his books from the floor and quickly walked away.

“I’m embarassed just by standing next to you”, I said. “What was that for?”

“He walked in me”, Monty clearly didn’t see anything wrong about his hehaviour.

“That’s not what you do, when someone walks in just by accident!”

I spotted girl walking down the hall, looking down at the phone, I started walking towards her, pretending I’m looking for something in my bag and soon we walked into each other. After few ‘sorry’s’, ‘no, no, it’s okay”, she walked away. I turned to Monty.

“See? That’s what you should do.”

“I have reputation, I can’t loose my face”

“Reputation of a bully. You know more people would like you if actually stopped bulling everyone”.

He didn’t say anything, just rolled his eyes.

***

When lessons had finished Jessica, Sheri and I went for cheer practice.

“Okay girls, we have busy next week”, coach told when we were stretching before practice. “We have an assembly on Tuesday, basketball game on Wednesday and baseball game on Friday and we’re doing all of them.“

“Since when we do cheerleading on baseball games?”, Sheri asked.

“It’s still just an idea, we’ll do it once and see if it works. There is one more thing”, Mrs. Montez chuckled. “I spoke to the teams’ coaches and you know, it’ll be firsts games of the seasons, and the opponents are hard, um, that’s what they said, so they asked if you could, you know distract them a little bit?”, she was clearly uncomfortable asking for that.

Oh, somebody thought cheerleading is all about supporting your team and spreading good energy or something? Bullshit. It was mostly about distracting the other team with short skirts and splits.

“I guess we can shake ass a little”, Jessica snorted.

We performed on basketball game during halftime. We danced to Selena Gomez’s Me & My Girls* and let’s just say that me winking and mouthing lyrics, and I always lip sync during performance, like “I know we’re making you thirsty” or “You can look but don’t touch, I’m not here to hook up, I’m just here to turn on” did not help the other team stay concentrated on the game.

Monty was watching everything from the bleachers, I glanced at him few times just to see him basically eye-fucking me. Liberty Tigers won, with Zach being MVP of the game, as usual, after few celebrating jumps and handsprings I started picking up my stuff.

“I have a question, but promise you won’t slap me”, Monty suddenly showed up next to me.

“Just hearing this makes me wanna slap you”, I said without looking at him.

“Whatever, I’ll take the risk. You wanna hook up sometime?”, he asked.

“Subtle”, I sighed and turned to face him. “Thank you, but no. See you around”,

I took my bag, passed him and went to my car.

“Oh come on, you liked it last time”, he cought me up.

“Monty, half of the girls in this school wish they could make out with a devil, it’s you, go molest someone else”, I rolled my eyes.

“Then why did you teased me with that winking and cocky smiles during dancing?”

I bit my lower lip. Fine, maybe I was teasing him a little bit again, but this little fucker deserved it.

“You’re sucker for this cheerleader suit, huh?”, I laughed throwing my bag at the backseat. “Fine, maybe there is some sexual tension between us”, I finally admitted, “but it doesn’t mean we have to do something about it.”

“It’s unhealty, you know?”

Suddenly I came up with something. He played baseball and damn, he was good, but not THAT good. Plus home run wasn’t easy to score.

“Okay, we’ll make a bet”, I said finally.

“I’m listening” he smiled and leaned on my car.

“It will be baseball metaphor, and I’m not too good at it, so focus”, I cleared my throat. “You do home run on Friday’s game, you get third base with me”, I said looking him straight in the eyes.

He squinted his eyes, took a deep breath, and answered, “Deal”.

***

He fucking did it. Not only that he got home run. He got two. We did the same performance we had done at basketball game, I lipsynced, winked, when he was going to batter’s field I accidentally droppen one pompom and bent down to reach it, knowing he was looking at me, everything just to distract him at least a little bit, but no, the second he hit the ball, everyone new it was gonna be a home run.

“Fuck”, I mumbled at it took me good few seconds before I realised I should cheer.

Before his second home run, he literally pointed at me.

“What was that about?”, Justin was seating at the bleacher above the place where cheerleaders were standing and he could talk to us.

“We made a bet”, I said. “About, umm, chemistry project”.

Before he could answer something Montgomery Fucking de la Cruz got his second home run.

“Well, looks like he’s not gonna do much about that project”, Foley said after everyone stopped cheering.

“Yeah, looks like whole work’s gonna be on me…”, I sighed as I spotted Monty winking at me.

***

*This song is dirty as fuck, just like this whole fandom, trust me

Let me know what you think, hope you like it even though it’s a mess lol

I was talking to my dad a few days ago about elder scrolls and he turned to me and asked why do you like it so much? I thought about it and this is what I came up with.

Most games are go, kill things, find treasure, save the princess. That’s okay sometimes, hell even many parts in the tes games have that. Arena is that. It after a while it gets boring and repetitive. I like story behind those games, story that makes you think. The That’s why I love the series, there’s aspects that really make you question things, and the way it diverges from most classic western games.

Take for example Morrowind, and the plot of figuring out who actually killed Nerevar, who actually did the right thing. And slowly you start to realize everyone did some fucked up things, including Nerevar and you realize maybe not everyone as perfect as history makes them. What about Oblivion? As the game progresses you start to see you’re not the protagonist of this story, Martin is. You are just the support in someone else’s story. And maybe you are in real life too, while maintaining your own story. Skyrim? The whole speech with Paarthurnax is pretty deep, but if you look at the overarching theme which I see everyone miss, Skyrim is about diverging from what your told to do, straying from you fate, and how in the end it’s futile. Alduin doesn’t want to destroy the world anymore, he wants to rule it, and dies at your hands because of this. Miraak wants to be free from his master and his fate in apocrypha, but eventually ends up slain at Mora’s hands (tentacles?) And you, the last dragonborn, you may chose to fight your fate, stray from your heroic path, but in the end your trapped like a bird. And as your playing you realize Am I just a puppet of fate? Or can I escape? Is that necessary a good thing? Even daggerfall, you have to go around and find who gets the totem, but you realize they all have selfish means, even your beloved emperor, what’s stopping him from goomba stomping everything like Tiber Septim?

The point I’m trying to make is if you look hard enough The elder scrolls is a very deep series, that really makes you question things you didn’t think about. Maybe I’m overthinking this, maybe most people just see it as go to this dungeon, complete this quest, but for me at least there’s so much more under the tip of the iceberg. And that’s why I love this series.

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Jughead x Reader (twins)

Requested: -Anonymous said: Hey! I really love your writing <3 And I was wondering If I could request something? I’m kinda thinking like Jughead has a twin sister but they’re basically polar opposites like she’s part of the southside serpents because they look after her and protect her. And maybe something happens, but basically the gang end up figuring out who she is and she’s super badass and it’s angsty. I’m sorry it’s so vague hahaha.

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Warnings: I don’t think there’s any


Originally posted by bipolar-faerie

I went back to the trailer today for the first time in a year. I heard the news from the other Serpents, that Keller had searched the trailer and arrested my dad, so I stopped by to check if Jug was okay. I climbed the trailer stairs and braced myself for what it was going to look like inside after Keller searched it. I opened the door b
Crossing my arms over my chest,I leaned into the couch, “You know why I left Jughead, you know I wasn’t safe here when mom and dad were together nor when mom left.”

“And it was safe to leave Jellybean and I behind?” He shot back, his voice quivered and Betty squeezed his arm. I got up to leave, it was evident he didn’t want me there but he pulled me back by my arm before I could get out the door. “I’m sorry Y/N/N, please, don’t go.” His brow furrowed.

“I came here for you Jug, I wanted to make sure you still had a roof over your head, but this is what I get in return?” I looked between the two and sighed while dropping my bag to the floor, “I’m not here to patch things up Jug, I’ll come back but if I have to deal with the fighting again I’m going.” He nodded vigorously and clambered towards me wanting a hug.

“I missed you so much.” He wrapped his arms around me, I never let people hug me but for his sake I let him. “Please just stay for now at least.” He let out a shaky breath and pulled back.

I nodded, “Then come on kids, let’s have dinner then, I’m famished.” I picked up a my jacket and slipped it on and turned to the two behind me, Betty stared at Jug in disgust as he eyed it up and down.

“You joined the Serpents?” He blurted and turned me around tracing a finger over the logo, I nodded. “You can’t wear that out to Pop’s.”

“I thought we were going to the Whyte Wyrm?” I smirked.

Betty’s eyes widened as Jug looked down to her, “I’m not going.” He took her hand, his face still in a constant subtle frown.

“I know.” I chuckled. “You guys wouldn’t last a minute in there.” I winked and walked out the door causing them to stumble out trying to catch up to me.


“Hey! Jug! Betty!” A red haired guy waved us over to the table, with him was a raven haired girl. We caught each other’s eye as I walked behind Betty.

“Who is this beautiful lady.” The girl asked Jug as we reached the table, he looked away nervously.

I smirked and held out a hand which she took almost instantly, “I’m Y/N, Jughead’s twin, I’m older by the way.” I chuckled.

“Okay! Really, you don’t even know them and you throw in the ‘I’m older card’.” He joked.

The other two looked between us in pure amazement, “Twins! Omg! Jug! Why have you never said anything?” The girl squealed, “Oh I’m Veronica and this is Archie.” She chuckled when she realized she hadn’t introduced herself yet. We filtered into our seats, “So Y/N where has Jug been hiding you?” Veronica carried on.

“The South Side, usually the White Wyrm.” I said bluntly, Archie let out and awkward cough as Veronica lost her words and Jug dropped his head into his arms.

“She’s thinking of moving back home though.” Jug said, I shot him a questioning look and went to protest but he pulled a face which probably meant ‘don’t you dare.’ So I just smiled and nodded as they all cheered which actually made me feel quite good about it. Jug smiled at me once the conversation had subsided and I gave him a reassuring smile back before he turned back to Archie.

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Mafia!au; Wonho

Two souls from opposite sides. 

Caution: Smut ahead.


“Hello sweetheart.”

You turned to come face to face with a familiar face. It was Shin Hoseok. The heir to your families rival mafia family. You shot a glare in his direction. “I see someone doesn’t care about his own safety.”

Hoseok entered into your bedroom through the window, a cocky smile spread across his face. “Please,” he chuckled. “You couldn’t hurt me if you wanted to.”

You took the gun that was placed under your vanity, lazily pointing it towards Hoseok. “You really wanna bet your life on it?”

Hoseok continued to saunter over towards you, not concerned about the firearm pointed at him. He took your hand that held the weapon to make the nozzle press against his chest. “Then do it,” he breathed.

You rolled your eyes as you withdrew the pistol. “You seriously have a death wish.” He shrugged, but that smug smile never left his face. “So do you wanna tell me why you risked coming here? You know that if one of my fathers men catches you they’ll kill you without a thought. Especially with you being in my room.”

Hoseok took your hands, pulling you up and into his body. His arms snaked around your waist. “I like to live dangerously,” he whispered into your ear. The breath hitting your sensitive skin, causing chills down your spine. His head dipped to leave a teasing kiss on your neck. You closed your eyes, tilting your head to allow him better access. “Tell me love, how much did you miss me?”

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Dream boat

Part 5:
“Shiro?” Lance asked his voice quivering.
Shiro looked around. There was no way out, between the things and the fire they were trapped.
The figures were slowly approaching, teasing them knowing there was no where to go.
“Shiro!” Lance tugged on his sleeve gaining the older mans attention.
Lance was pointing upwards and it took a moment before Shiro realised what he was doing.
“Lance your a genius!” Shiro waisted no time grabbing Lance putting the boy on his back. “Hold on tight.” He yelled as he powered up his prosthetic the purple glow lost in comparison to the orange flickering flames surrounding them.
He dug his glowing fingers into the bark and began to climb.
He didn’t look down just climbed higher and higher. Shiro didn’t know what they would do once they reached the top. Even if the things couldn’t climb the fire would get them.
Lance was coughing as the smoke became thicker and thicker.
They just had to get above the tree line.
“Hang on buddy, almost there.” Shiro said through gritted teeth as he pulled them up higher and higher his back screaming with the strain put on his wounds. From the wet feeling on his back the stitches likely popped.
By time they reached the top Shiro’s arms felt like jelly and his head felt light from blood loss.
Up this high the air was a little clearer and they couldn’t see the things beneath them.
But they could feel the heat radiating from below.
Shiro didn’t say it. But he knew there was no way out of this. He was fine with dying. He had lived much longer then he had ever expected, but it wasn’t just him. Lance was here. Lance was far too young to die, too young to have to be in a situation like this.
“Shiro what do we do now? How do we get out of here?” Lance asked trying to put on a brave face but was failing as tears fell down his cheeks.
Shiro pulled the boy into a hug “I don’t know… I’m so sorry I let you down.”
“It’s ok… Shiro your still my friend… are you my friend?” He asked hesitantly like he expected rejection.
Shiro smiled “yeah buddy Your my friend too.”
“Really?” Lance asked holding out his little finger.
“Yeah really.” Shiro linked his little finger with Lances smaller one.
Then the tree began to sway, seconds from falling. Shiro did the only thing he could. He grabbed Lance and held him close as they fell towards the ground far below hoping to take the blunt of the force.
Shiro didn’t feel the impact. He felt like instead of falling he was being dragged upwards into a blinding white light.
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Shiro sat bolt upright in bed in the infirmary breathing heavily with his heart racing.
Allura and Corran were running around yelling something back and forth.
Shiro was confused for a moment before his eyes ended up on Lance lying on his side and coughing his lungs up.
Lance!
Shiro jumped off the bed almost falling over in the process as he crossed the distance between them putting a hand on his shoulder and rubbing soothing circles on his back.
“Lance are you ok?” He asked.
The blue paladin looked up just as he made a gagging noise and black smoke began to pour out of his mouth.
“Shiro move!” Allura snapped all but shoving him out of the yay and she put a strange mask over Lance’s mouth that seemed to actually suck the smoke away.
As Shiro watched it all came back to him. The kid in his memories, how he acted, how he looked, that unbeatable optimism and need to help.
The boy he had met it had been Lance. His Lance.
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The next few days were tough. Allura said that the spell had been expelled from his body but the strain it had caused left Lance with a high fever and bed ridden.
The entire team took shifts sitting with him trying to get his fever down.
By the end of the week everyone was exhausted but Lance’s fever had finally been broken.
Shiro sat by Lance’s bed. Since waking up he hadn’t had a chance to actually talk to Lance about what he had seen in his mind and now that Lance was at least sort of coherent he wasn’t sure how to bring it up.
Luckily he didn’t have to.
“I was six.”
“Hmmm?” Shiro hummed questioning.
“What you saw I’ve been having that nightmare since I was sick.”
Shiro pulled his chair closer to the bed helping Lance sit up, propped against a few pillows.
“We didn’t have much, we always needed money and when my mama found out she was pregnant again my dad… he got a loan from some not very nice people.” Lance swallowed “Mama lost the baby, and we lost Mama a few days later, used all the money on hospital bills. The men dad borrowed the money from still wanted it paying back.” Lance pulled his knees up against his chest. “We didn’t have anything… they wanted to take my sisters to work of the debt. My brother stepped up and worked fighting in this betting ring. But it wasn’t enough and they still wanted my sisters. So one night we were all going to run away. But the men came… Dad held them off while my siblings got away but I hid in the back room and I saw when they ….they.” Lances lip started to trembled.
Acting on instinct Shiro pulled him into a hug.
“I couldn’t get out. His body blocked the door. It wasn’t until the police came knocking almost a week later did I get out.”
Shiro ran his fingers through his hair making quiet shushing noises when Lance began to sob.
“Did you find your family?”
Lance nodded not looking up from where his face was buried in Shiro’s chest. “We all moved in with my mama’s parents in America.”
Shiro nodded “look Lance everything I said I really did mean it. Your amazing, having gone through something like that but still acting so happy all the time looking out for everyone.” Shiro pulled away cupping Lance’s face with his hands “your the best blue paladin we could ever hope for. I know I don’t say it enough, but you hold this team together. Thank you for that Lance.”
Lance began to cry again throwing his arms around Shiro’s neck “I didn’t realise just how badly I needed to hear that. Thank you. Thank you so much.”

Flufflet #4 for @lifeinahole27 as a reward for writing her CSBB!

Little Neverland Renaissance inspired by the prompt from @runningwithscalpels. Not as fluffy as the rest, but whatever–


Killian found it awkward sitting around the campfire with the prince and princess. Snow White had very clearly not forgiven her husband for hiding his fatal condition, and to avoid talking to David, she kept trying to talk to him.

Meanwhile, Killian was distracted. Swan was also still angry at her father for his secret, and at both himself and Neal for what happened at Dark Hollow. She’d stormed off after they’d made camp for the night, saying something about needing fresh air, and to his dismay, Neal had followed.

Not that Neal was that much competition, if Killian was being honest. It wasn’t Neal whom Swan had kissed. It wasn’t Neal who’d promised to win her heart while she stared in hopeful wonder. And it wasn’t Neal whose name she called out in terror when they were both being torn asunder by shadows.

All the same, though, he was not happy at the thought of them alone together.

Fortunately, not five minutes later, Neal returned, looking quite disgruntled before announcing he was going to sleep.

But Swan did not return. Eventually, Snow White declared that she was going to bed as well. David looked around camp. “Emma’s not back yet.”

“I’ll go find her,” Killian volunteered.

“No, it’s fine, I’ll go.”

“No, I insist.” Killian threw a meaningful look towards Snow, who had her back towards him. David caught the glance and his shoulders sagged. But he nodded; better to let someone else retrieve Emma while he tried to mend things with his wife.

Swan wasn’t far from camp; he only had to walk for a minute or so to find her sitting on the ground, back against a massive fallen tree. “What do you want?” she asked sullenly.

“We’re retiring for the night.” She shot him an amused glance, as it has been night since they’d arrived days ago. “You know what I mean. Your parents sent me to make sure you were all right.”

“I’m fine.”

“You sound fine.”

“Well, I am.” She shivered. Of course she was shivering; her arms were bare and the material of her shirt was incredibly thin.

He pulled off his coat and held it out to her. She stared at it for a moment before sighing and reaching up for it. As she wrapped herself in it, he wondered, briefly, how much it would smell like her when she returned it.

“You can sit with me, I guess,” she said when he didn’t move.

“How could I refuse such an offer?” The ground was cold and hard, and he wished that he still had his coat to sit on. But better to have her be warm than to have his arse be cushioned.

They sat together for some time, staring at the jungle in front of them. He couldn’t help but feel a little triumphant; by this point in time, she’d clearly already sent Neal back to camp, and judging from his mood and expression upon his return, whatever she’d said to him had left him unhappy.

“What if we fail?” Her voice was so small and sad. It hurt to hear.

“We won’t. You won’t.”

“I have before.”

“I don’t know if I believe that.” She snorted derisively. “I mean it, Swan. You recall how we met, don’t you? You saw through me. You got the compass. You defeated Cora and got back to Storybrooke. You stopped me from killing the bloody Crocodile. You saw through Greg and Tamara. You found a way to save Regina and your town. I find it hard to believe you won’t succeed here as well.”

“You know, a lot of what you just listed involves you being a villain.”

“I know. But my point still stands. When have you ever failed?”

She sighed. “I lied to Henry.”

He frowned. “When?”

“About Neal. This was a while ago, when I first came to Storybrooke. He just …” She took a deep, shuddering breath. “He just was so interested, and I didn’t want him to know. So I told him his dad was this firefighter who died heroically.”

He wasn’t sure what a firefighter was, but he understood the sentiment. “I knew Neal when he was young,” he said. “I always assumed he would make a fine young man. To be honest, I’m struggling to comprehend that he could have hurt you so much.”

“He said he loved me,” she said quietly. “That we were going to have a life together, a home. And then he left me behind, and I ended up in prison.”

He wanted to ask why–why had Neal left her? Why had that resulted in prison time for Emma? But if she wanted to explain, she would have. What mattered was that Neal had left. And she hadn’t deserved that.

But more than that: “You did not fail when you lied to Henry.”

“You didn’t see how upset he was.”

“I didn’t say he wasn’t upset. You were trying to protect him; you had no reason to think that you would ever see Neal again, or,” he said wryly, “that he would end up being the son of Rumplestiltskin.” She chuckled, and he smiled, pleased he was able to elicit that reaction from her. “What I’m trying to say is that Henry obviously forgives you, and someday he’ll understand why you lied. Given the many ways in which parents can and do fail their children, this hardly registers.”

“Well, thanks.” She shivered again.

“You’re still cold?”

“A little.”

His heart sped up a bit. “May I?”

“May you what?”

May I wrap my arms around you and pretend that the gesture is romantic instead of platonic? wasn’t something he was sure would be well-received were he to voice it aloud, and so he settled on action.

Swan stiffened as his arm settled around her, but she didn’t speak. His heart continued to hammer in his chest; it was impossible to think that she could not hear it. He wished now that he hadn’t given her his coat, so that his hand could touch her bare arm instead of cool leather, or even that the coat could be gone entirely so that he could feel the heat of her as their sides pressed together.

Gradually, though, she relaxed, and while he waited for verbal protestation or a snide remark, neither came. Instead: “So we’re gonna win?”

He smiled. “Aye.”

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Five sentences: albus x scorpius. "What do you think our dads will say?"

“What do you think our dads will say?” Scorpius whispered into Albus’ shoulder.

They were cuddled up on a sofa in the Slytherin common room in front of the last fire still lit after everyone else had gone to bed.  It wouldn’t have been the first time if the Bloody Barron drifted into the room and ignored the young men as they were.  They often haunted the space together studying, talking, together.  However, this was the first time they were after they had kissed.

Albus swept his thumb over Scorpius’ knuckles as they held hands.

“My dad’ll probably be pleased.  Make some lame joke about what your intentions are.”

Scorpius lifted up his head to peek up at Albus and give him a smirk.  “Your dad,” Albus continued with a heavy sigh “will actually ask me about my intentions.”


Ah, there were so many different ways I could go with this one and I had a couple other ideas but this is what came out of me while I’m sitting here bored at work!  Maybe I’ll write the others too…

Send me a pairing and a sentence and I’ll write the next five(ish)

Monsters

Originally posted by mylifeisforfeit


“And they all lived-”

“Happily ever after.” Her little voice squeaked out as you closed the book.

“That’s right.” You said, smoothing down her hair and planting a kiss to her head. “Goodnight Lillian.” You said as you put the book with the others on her shelf and went to walk out of the room.

“Mummy!” She cried, causing you to stop and turn around. “You forgot to check for monsters.” She whispered, pointing to the space under her bed.

“Oh right, I’m so sorry baby.” You said, walking back over and bending down to look under her bed. You reached far underneath, making sure there was nothing there.

“Is there anything under there?”

“Nothing, you’re safe. Now try to get some sleep.” You said, giving her another kiss. You walked back out, ready to hit the light when she called you again.

“Mummy, when’s Daddy’s coming back?” 

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That famous Cursed Child line... (rant)

So, I’m very mad at the fandom for insisting on that line from the play :

HARRY (seeing red) : Well, there are times I wish you weren’t my son.

while cruelly ignoring the whole part that came before : 

HARRY: Albus, I want you to have the blanket.

ALBUS: And do what with it? Fairy wings make sense, Dad, invisibility cloaks, they also make sense - but this - really?

HARRY: Do you want a hand? Packing. I always loved packing. It meant I was leaving Privet Drive and going back to Hogwarts. Which was … well, I know you don’t love it but …

ALBUS: For you, it’s the greatest place on earth. I know. The poor orphan, bullied by his uncle and aunt Dursley …

HARRY: Albus, please - can we just -

ALBUS:  … traumatized by his cousin, Dudley, saved by Hogwarts. I know it all, Dad. Blah, blah, blah.

HARRY: I’m not going to rise to your bait, Albus Potter.

ALBUS: The poor orphan who went on to save us all. So may I say - on behalf of wizarding kind - how grateful we are for your heroism. Should we bow now or will a curtsy do?

HARRY: Albus, please - you know, I’ve never wanted gratitude.

ALBUS: But right now I’m overflowing with it - it must be the kind gift of this moldy blanket that did it …

HARRY: Moldy blanket?

ALBUS: What did you think would happen? We’d hug. I’d tell you I always loved you. What? What?

HARRY (finally losing his temper): You know what? I’m done with being made responsible for your unhappiness. At least you’ve got a dad. Because I didn’t, okay?

ALBUS: And you think that was unlucky? I don’t.

HARRY: You wish me dead?

ALBUS: No! I just wish you weren’t my dad.

AND the part that came right after : 

There’s a silence. ALBUS nods. Pause. HARRY realizes what he’s said.

No, I didn’t mean that …

You’re all getting on Harry’s (and the writers) case on that, while ignoring that Albus was clearly looking to get under his father’s skin, he brought up all his insecurities, everything he’s blaming himself for, everything he hates about himself to the surface and you’re angry at him for saying a line he didn’t mean at all (as is stated in the text one line later) ? Seriously ? 

If you were a parent, having lived half your life unloved, rejected and alone, who consistently doubts every sign of love you’re shown and your own son shouted everything you hated about yourself in your face, you wouldn’t lose your temper at all ? Honestly ? Give the damn man a break! 

Imagine: The That 70’s Show series finale opens with Eric on a plane saying to the passenger beside him, “And I bet that that is exactly what happened while I was gone! I’ve only been in Africa for six months but I had to come home and make sure my whole life hadn’t turned to crap. It came to me in a dream. It’s like when Luke Skywalker….” The other passenger rolls his eyes and asks a stewardess for another drink. When Eric gets home he finds that nothing has really changed that much after all. His dad is tinkering away in the garage and calls him a dumbass who can’t remember what month it is before clapping him on the shoulder and leading him into the house. His mom is in the kitchen preparing food for the New Year’s Eve party they are throwing and cries when she sees him, telling him that he isn’t allowed to leave her ever again. Her sobs cause someone to enter from the living room and there is Donna, still blonde and beautiful and smiling at him as she charges forward to wrap him in a hug. She pulls back after a second to smack him on the chest and calls him a dillhole for not telling her he was coming but less than a second later her arms are back around his neck and she tells him it’s more romantic this way anyway. After being reassured by his parents and girlfriend that nothing too out of the ordinary happened while he was away Donna leads him down to the basement where he is met by the welcomed sight of Hyde and Jackie sitting on their usual chair, and Fez across from them in the lawn chair; all of them watching a random rerun on the television. They all stand up and greet him with hugs, even Jackie who then proceeds to shove her left hand in his face showing off the diamond ring that Hyde had put there after they returned from Chicago, and he congratulates her before glancing at his best friend who has a smile plastered on his clean-shaven face. He realizes that the unholy couple looks happier than he ever remembers them being and he congratulates them both again with more sincerity. Hyde answers by pulling Jackie back to their chair as he suggests a welcome home circle and they all eagerly gather around the old wooden table. Fez proves to be his usual pervy, fun-loving and awkward self and takes it upon himself to fill Eric in on all the boring details of what he’s missed as they pass the joint. Just like old times. Once their highs begin to wear off Eric follows Donna as she starts to drag him yet again, this time leading him out the basement door, up the stone steps and across the driveway to her house for a more private reunion. When they finally make it back to the Forman’s they find everyone in the living room where the party has already started and they are just in time to see Kelso enter through the front door with Betsy and Brooke and the last piece of the puzzle shifts into place. Jokes are told, burns are made and a minor crisis or two is averted until finally it is time to move the party to the driveway and ring in the 80’s. Fade to black.

A Monster Approaches

My family has never been what you might call a conventional one. For generations we’ve lived out in the middle of nowhere, mainly living off the land and cut off from modern technology for the most part. The only times we interact with other people is if we make runs to the town five miles away whether to get things we can’t make ourselves or to go to school. These little trips are expected to be enough for us to meet somebody and settle down and have kids. It somehow always works out. Most recently for my older sister, Sara, though it didn’t last long.

She thought marriage was a way out, that she could leave the home and not be followed. She thought they’d be safe. Sara was gone a week after her wedding before she came back, tear tracks staining her cheeks. Mom held her while Dad grumbled to me.

“Sara did a stupid thing,” he had said. “Don’t ever make the same mistake, Annabeth.”

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The Dinner

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It was coming up on two weeks since Cameron left to report for duty. The time went by fast but that was because i kept myself busy scheduling clients back to back. Cam and i FaceTimed almost every night usually until he or i would fall asleep. Some nights we had a little fun (😉) but most nights we just stayed up talking. He was so funny and had me crackin up about stories from his day. But as much as i enjoyed our FaceTime calls, i was ready for him to come back home because i was missing our sessions more than anything. He told me he was coming back from base on Memorial day and i was lit because i knew i was getting some (much needed) dick that same night. The only plans i made for memorial day was a dinner at my parent’s house that evening with my half-brother and his family, but that night i had no other plans than to have my legs wrapped around Cam. 

Growing up as a military brat, my family always took federal holidays pertaining to the service very seriously. Memorial day was like our Pre-Fourth-of-July and normally on holidays, my brother would drop in to celebrate. Jeremy (half-brother) and I were never really close growing up though, reason being was that he was a product of my dad’s first marriage. His Ex-wife was jealous of my parent’s relationship so in spite of his happiness, she kept his son from him. When Jeremy was old enough, he started coming around on his own, learning that the lies his mother told him about his dad and “his new family” weren’t true. Since then, Jeremy always made an effort to come around at least on the holidays.

I had spent majority of the afternoon at my parent’s house helping with dinner prep and talking with my mom and Summer (Sister-in-law) and playing with Liliana (niece) while my dad and Jeremy marinated then grilled the steaks.

When the food had finished cooking, everyone gathered to make their plates and headed out to the patio to enjoy the scenery and a nice meal. I had noticed my mom making an extra plate and setting out another placement at the table but i didn’t think much of it because I had my hands full with my busy-body niece who had finally fell asleep in my arms after playing all afternoon. By the time we all sat down at the table, Dad’s guest came walking through the house. i couldn’t make out the face, but the figure looked familiar. It wasn’t until he walked through the patio doors that i realized it was Cam. 

Surprised, I almost asked “what are you doing here?” but i caught myself because i didn’t want to be obvious that Cam and i have been talking since we met. But damn, i wish he would’ve given me a heads up that he was coming.

He walked towards his seat lookin all good and flashing that sexy ass smile of his. He greeted my parents first then stuck out his hand as he introduced himself to my brother and his wife. When it came to me, he greeted me subtly, acting like he couldn’t remember my name. I went along with it though. He knew how i felt about involving my parents in my business. They always over-analyzed everything and if i would have acted like i knew Cam like i know him, they would have internalized the relationship to make it seem like it was more than what it was and i didn’t want to go through all that with them. The twenty one questions, the “what are your intentions with my daughter?” type shit. And I know they do it because they care, but i just wasn’t ready for that yet. I barely knew anything about Cameron other than the fact that he could lay pipe and i wasn’t ready for an interrogation from my mom and dad about him. 

“Cameron, Thank you for joining us! We’re delighted to have you here.” My mom said as Cam took his seat. 

“Oh no, thank you for having me Mrs. Dianne. Everything looks delicious, wow.” 

“So Cameron, how are you liking your new position as a PO?” My dad asked taking a bite.

“I like it a lot. I’m definitely a lot busier when i get to base but it helps the time go by faster. The new schedule is nice too, two weeks on, two weeks off. It’s like having a vacation every month. And having a private living quarter is nice too. No more bunking with three other guys.” he replied taking a sip of his wine.

The whole while he and my dad were talking, i couldn’t help but look at him. i tried to be modest but he was so cute the way he interacted with my family. He was fitting right in, making us laugh, talking sports with my dad and Jeremy and even offered some advice to my mom about home repairs. I couldn’t take it, he was making me wet. I wanted to jump across the table and fuck him in his seat. I already knew he had me dickmatized, but now i was starting to become attracted to his personality too. I guess all the late night calls and cupcakin was starting to take an affect on me.

I guess my staring wasn’t as discrete as i hoped it was because when i looked up, Jeremy was looking dead at me smiling.

“Y’all fuckin?” he mouthed to me across the table.

“Shut up!” i mouthed back as my eyes got big and started smiling.

I looked around to see if anyone else was paying attention to me and Jeremy’s silent conversation but everyone else was swooning over Cam too. I looked back at Jeremy who was silently laughing to himself and shaking his head.

Damn. Was i being that obvious that even my older brother, who i never see, was able to tell? Shit. This is the first time that i’m seeing Cam like this. Actual boyfriend material and not just someone i’m fuckin. I was beginning to become infatuated with Cameron. And for the first time in months, I actually hadn’t thought about Stefon. 

After dinner was over Summer and I helped my mom clean up everything. I cleared the table while Summer and my mom packed up the extra food. Jeremy, Cam and my dad were inside the house still talking about sports and future football drafts. But i guess Cam somehow managed to sneak away from the conversation and make his way out to the patio where i was.

While i was outside grabbing the dirty dishes from the table, i felt a presence behind me and someone touch my arm. But i knew who it was so i didn’t have to look back. Cam hugged me tight and kissed my head.

“You look amazing.” he said still holding me tightly. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” i asked

“I wanted to surprise you. Did i?”

“Ummm, definitely, but it was a nice surprise. I’m glad you came though cuz I missed you.”

“Well how about after we finish here, we go to my place and you can show me how much you missed me?”

“Sounds good.” I said laughing as he and I finished picking up the rest of the dishes.


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Im glad Kala FINALLY getting her mind right!


Also Shout out to the CC creators! thanks yall for all the new CC yall been dropping. i’m loving it! everything is poppin!! ❤️❤️❤️

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Lois Lane: More worthy and more woman than anyone else

Is a woman unworthy of being a woman if she serves her guests, makes dinner for her family, takes out the trash, and is simply taking a break and not working 24/7? Does this mean that stay at home mums, and housewives are unworthy of being called a woman? Does this mean in this modern world only a business woman, or working woman, or a woman fighting and kicking ass is a real woman? Does this mean everyone who is raised by a mother was not raised by a real woman? Does this devalue a woman? Let me call bullshit right here and now on this nonsense.

Being a housewife is a Nobel duty and job. Being a working woman is a Nobel duty and job. No one job is better than the other, and all the respect in the world to women who do what is required by their families, be it working or staying at home, or both.

I’ve seen things said, about Lois, that she wouldn’t serve Batman. She wouldn’t take out the trash. She wouldn’t just be around the house.

Why wouldn’t Lois Lane help out around her house with chores, when her husband, Clark, is clearly busy tending to his farm work, and her son, Jon, is allowed some play time with a friend?

Is Lois Lane above such normal tasks around the house? Is she a Princess or a Queen to be waited on hand and foot by her son and husband? No. Lois Lane is not above such tasks, because we all do it. And Lois is the epitome of humanity, that’s what Clark loves about her.

Are you saying that because Lois Lane is serving coffee to a guest in her house, this makes her what? Less of a woman? There are literally hundreds of panels of Martha Kent serving food to Jonathan and Clark. Does this make Martha Kent less of a woman? Maybe it’s something in my culture and religion, but it’s not considered beneath a person to serve a guest in ones house.

You know it’s funny: if Lois was sitting down here and Clark serving the coffee, people would call Lois a ball busting bitch or Feminazi. Now because she’s serving coffee in her own home to a guest, she’s seen as a 1950s housewife. Lois is not either, or. No woman is either, or. Women are complex creatures that have many personalities.
My mother for example. She and my dad ran a business together, a local diner. My dad then joined the local council and my mum was left completely in charge of the diner. She did this with ease, and also took care of my sister and I, while running a home. And then she came home and made everyone dinner. And guess what, served or dished supper for everyone. Today she is a CEO of her own company, and still makes dinner and serves everyone. It’s not to say that we don’t serve ourselves, but she is the woman in charge and she can and has done it all. Wife. Mother. Businesswoman. Protector. Provider. Women can be defined by more than one label.
But also, lets look at my grandmother. She was a woman who was a housewife for many many years. But she was also a seamstress. So she hand a home-industry. But she also helped my grandfather run their clothing business. And you know what… She made supper for him, every single day of their 50 year marriage, and she served him. Does this take away from my mother and granny that they served their husbands supper? Does this make them less of a women? No. They are more woman than anyone I know. Again, serving someone in my household and religion is not seen as demeaning. What I see in these comic panels is a fully capable woman.

But getting back to the book at hand… You all completely miss the point. In the previous panels, Lois knows her husband and son are out of bed, in the dark barn. She not only reprimands her son for not listening and being in bed, but shines a light on Batman… Literally and figuratively. No one can keep up with the big bad Batman, because he’s Bat-God… But here we have Lois Lane not just keeping abreast of the situation, but one upping Batman. Lois then brings Batman into the light of a family kitchen. Lois says a very important line that shows her love as a mother: “We can talk indoors, like normal people”. Like normal people. Lois is trying to keep her sons life and her husbands life as normal as possible. By doing things like chores, or offering Batman a meal and a warm place. No one person is above the other, Lois serving Batman coffee and pie doesn’t demean her, in fact the very opposite, it makes her more human. Humanitarianism … That is what Lois and Clark stand for, and what they are teaching their son. No one person is better or greater than the other, we are all equal. And besides that, BATMAN IS A GUEST! YOU SERVE YOUR GUESTS IN YOUR HOUSE!

In this panel, in this equal relationship between Lois and Clark, Lois is in charge of this situation which is why Clark, being the gentleman he is, gives her the spotlight here. This is like the kids being scolded. The kid being Batman, and Clark is sitting down and admiring his wife’s tenacity. In this picture I don’t see any mere housewife, I see Lois Lane in charge of two of the biggest deals in DC Comics: Superman and Batman. Lois has given them an instruction, and Clark, Batman, Jon, and Damian (the RUDEST being in the DC Universe) all listen and pay attention to Lois Lane. It’s why Batman is helping the Kent Family, because he admires them. All I see in this panel is the utmost respect for this powerful force of nature woman.

As for Lois taking on the name Kent… It’s a small town, that’s how people roll in small towns. She’s still Lois Lane. “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” It doesn’t matter what you call person. Peoples actions define them. And as far as I’m concerned, whenever Lois Lane shows up in any comic that I’ve read in the Rebirth era, she is Lois Lane!

Then there’s the issue of why is Batman investigating and not Lois? Well, Farmer Cobb did save Jon twice, and Lois and Clark as well. I don’t know about you but if someone helps me, I’m not going to be suspicious of them. Maybe it’s the old fashioned way, but I trust people. I’m not like Batman who has never had any friends. Clark and Lois would both not take it as suspicious that a friendly farmer is helping them, because Clark grew up on a farm, and Lois learnt the way of life of a farming community. Anyway, with Batman taken out of commission, I’m guessing Lois is going to step up again, as she has in Action and Superman, to help save the day. Peter Tomasi has promised this on his Twitter.

Lois Lane is a woman that can put away corrupt police officers and politicians, figure out Mr Mxyzptlk is posing as Clark Kent, make dinner for her family, teach her son, and serve guests. That’s not saying that Clark doesn’t do all this (shown just two books back, he made an anniversary dinner for his family, and served them), it’s just saying that in this particular scene, Lois is in charge and Clark knows it.

This was a great family story, about a great family, not bordered by boundaries as Clark is shown in previous books to have cooked and served food, there is no designated duty to one person. They all pitch in and help in the house, as a family.

The ending matter is that people should learn to enjoy more from life. If you sit around and complain about every little thing, and you can’t see the happiness and joy in moments, well, you’re missing out on life. Let the story play out. Don’t judge everything at face value, sometimes there’s more than just the surface, these stories have depth that go into the legacy of these characters. Respect the author and let the story play out first. But most importantly, if you are a true Superman fan, live in hope, not fear.

Dear Journal,

I woke up this morning and the sun was peaking through the curtains. It took me awhile to figure why I wasn’t in mine and Sirius’ room.. until flashes of last night haunted my mind. Deatheaters fighting in our street, Sirius yelling that we needed to leave, Teddy crying.. and my heart beating way too fast.

I took a deep breath and looked up. Teddy was sitting in between me and an asleep Sirius, whispering babbles to his two stuffed animals. He hasn’t let go of them since we left home. His tiny hands were wrapped around the wolf and black dog plushies.

“Hey baby.” I smiled, brushing my hand on his clothed back.

“Dadda.” He smiled and hugged my neck.

“C'mon love, we don’t want to wake up Padda.” I said, taking him in my arms and silently leaving the room.

I walked into the kitchen and smelt my mum’s pancakes. She has been using the same receipe since I was as young as Teddy. She was standing over the stove, flipping around the golden pancakes. Dad was reading the newspaper on his chair with a cup of coffee near by.

“Hey mum!” I said, giving her a kiss in the cheek.

“Goodmorning sweetheart! Oh look at you being a father! You two are adorable!” She giggled at how cute Teddy was cuddled to me.

“He’s such an angel. Aren’t you little monkey?” I said, tickling Teddy’s cheeks.

He giggled and drank from his milk bottle. I looked outside the window and smiled to myself. That backyard was full of memories. The swing attached to the tree was still there. So was the shed. The light blue shed that Sirius and I painted. We had a paintbrush fight and it ended in a kiss. I blushed thinking about his sweating bare thorso against my hands. Teddy tapped his finger against the window, showing me the dining table on the porch.

“Wanna go get breakfast outside?” I smiled.

He nodded. I walked outside and layed him on a blanket in the grass so he could play while I helped mom set the table. Teddy was looking around in the trees. Birds were singing and flying around and it made him giggle. I felt a pair of arms around my waist and a kiss on my neck. Sirius.

“Hey.. You okay?” I heard his deep voice say into my ear.

“Yeah.. I’m trying not to think about deatheaters being free near our house, but yeah.. I’m okay. You?” I said, holding his face into both of my hands.

“I’m good. We’re safe, it’s all that matters..” He said, kissing my lips softly.

“You’re just in time for pancakes and fruits.” I smiled.

“Great! I’m starving!” He chuckled.

Sirius looked around the backyard and walk to Teddy to hug him. Teddy was smiling and giggling while Sirius held him.

“Kissy!” Teddy said, making a kissy face to Sirius.

Sirius gave him a kiss and walked up to the table, strapping Teddy in his high chair. The sun shinning on his face made him look so handsome. I couldn’t wait to marry him. Mum came outside with a plate full of pancakes and dad followed her with bowls of fruits. We ate breakfast together under this clear blue sky. The beautiful weather almost made me forget the war. I looked at Teddy and Sirius and smiled at my two boys. Merlin they are perfect. I’m glad that we are safe for now.

-Remus
May 12th 1998

Hey, saw your post about sending our naughtiest sex stories.

When I was 18 I had been having sex with a friend for four years. I came over to his house and he was pants less sitting on the couch with an oiled up cock, it was semi-hard. I ran down the stairs and grabbed it and moaned when he moaned and then began to suck it until he was rock hard in my mouth. I got naked and turned around so he could fuck be doggy, my hole was super tight and his cock was really big (7’’ long) and super fat. I felt him rubbing his wet tip on my rim and then hid tongue went up and down my hole. My eyes were closed and then I felt a cock touch my lips. By instinct I opened wide and another fat cock pushed into my throat, gagging me. I opened my eyes and his brother was naked and fucking my face! He then pushed into my ass and then both fucked by. My cock was dripping with precum. My friend pulled me onto his lap and I started to ride him. His brother put his lips around my cock and sucked hard.

The door upstairs opened and we ran to the back room. Their dad came down and looked through the room basement to make sure no one was around and he began to jerk off while he ordered some porn on the TV.

IT WAS A FAMILY OF BIG DICK!!

My friend’s brother bent my over and started to fuck me while I watched his dad jerk off. My friend just played with himself. I door swung open and made a loud noise. Their dad looked at me and his sons and continued to jerk off! My friend ran over and sucked his dad’s cock. His dad was really hairy and fucked his son’s face. Me and the brother walked over and we stuck our cocks in the dad’s face. My friend came sucking his dad’s cock and I ate it all up. Then I sat on their dad’s cock and he came in my ass and finally the brother fucked my ass hard and came inside me. I was so swelled up with cum that when his cum released inside of me I shot my load and they made me eat it.

Sadly they moved away and I never saw them again… I still get rock hard thinking about it… I need to cum now 😂😂😂

Issues- Part Four

Negan x you

When the saviours turn up early Negan comes face to face with one of the secrets Rick has been keeping from him. His eldest daughter.

Warning
Upcoming chapters will contain a lot of smut, suggestive rape, suggestive drug usage and of course bad language from the start.  

Word count- 2,232

Read Previous Parts- HERE

Previously….

Someone or ones was about to get killed again. I couldn’t let that happen. I would not stand by and watch. Despite everything I couldn’t.

Fuck fuckidy fuck

Without giving myself a chance to back out I walked forwards holding my hands in the air as I made my way into the clearing praying no one would shoot.

“Negan!” every pair of eyes flashed towards me.

Part Four

“Well look who it is Rick!” Negan smiled once he composed himself. When his eyes first locked with mine he looked more a little shocked at my sudden arrival “Its your daughter y/n!”

Internally I cringed as I hadn’t admitted he knew I was his daughter to anyone  “She is magggggggggnificent” he kicked some dirt in Ricks direction “I can tell why you tried to keep her a secret, she is something else isn’t she?”

Rick stayed silent as did everyone else. Even the saviors.

All eyes were dancing between Negan and myself.

“Don’t be so rude asshole I’m talking to you” Ricks eyes stayed glued to mine for a second before slowly turning back to the man standing with the bat pointed at his face.

He looked like he was about to throw up.

“Sorry” Good god he just apologised. What are you doing Dad?

Negan laughed before turning to look at me, standing several feet away. My own feet were too frightened to move any further forwards.

Where have you been little lady?” He asked as he moved, closing the distance one step at a time  “My men here have been looking high and low for you!” He’d been looking for me? My heart swelled a little at that. You’re a fool.

“Out” I could hear my voice echo as everyone else stayed silent.

Negan..” Rick started to speak but stopped suddenly. I think one of the saviours hit him. I wasn’t sure as there was no way I’d risk taking my eyes off of the man before me. No way in hell.

“I thought you didn’t go ‘out’?” he wiggled his eyebrows at me but there was a look on his face I didn’t trust amongst the sarcasm. Something dangerous.

“I needed some air” Honesty was always the best policy after all.

“Oh” he smiled turning to look at my Dad who had sweat pouring down his face. I had never seen him look like that. 

Scared

Petrified

“She needed some air” Negan put his hand over his mouth while making an over dramatic ‘O’ shape.

I wasn’t sure how this was going to play out and that made me nervous.

What had I walked into? 

You walked in on someone about to being killed and you panicked and here we are. Fuck

Turning back to face me he came to a stop less than an arms length away. I could smell the tabbaco and mint. Just like the other day and it kind of felt comforting. 

You’re fucked. 

Yeah fucked in the head.

“I thought I told you if you..” He dipped his head closer to my level speaking softly and quietly. I assume so no one else heard.

I cut him off “You weren’t here” I whispered. Admitting that I’d noticed.

“Earlier today?” I nodded my head as he looked confused. That was something I hadn’t seen on his face before. I doubt it was something that happened often either “You were going to say yes, to coming?” He asked quietly and I prayed that no one else could hear our conversation.

He did remember then. To of asked me if I was going to say yes. He must of, right?

Looking down I wished that I hadn’t just admitted I’d noticed he wasn’t here this morning. 

I didn’t want to look weak. 

Desperate

Suddenly I felt his hand move towards my face and move a piece of hair that was hanging loosely in my eyes, tucking it behind my ear.

“Don’t look away” he said so softly you would never of guessed it was the same man who had been shouting so angrily just a few moments ago. 

The man who had just killed Spencer. And Olivia? Oh my god 

“They would of brought you if you’d asked” His men? He’d told them? “Simon” he nodded his head in someones direction “Would of called me on the radio” Oh.

Looking up into his hazel eye I could see that they seemed to soften as he looked right back at me. What was it about him?

“Yes I was going too” I confessed my darkest secret.

He seemed to think about this for a moment. Processing that if he had been here this morning I would be in the Sanctuary right now. 

Completely ignoring everyone else who was watching us like we were an episode of a damn soap opera or something his attention never left me.

“And now?” He almost looked hopeful as he stepped even closer, his breath caressing my face.  

Why did he though? 

Why would this man who could get anything he wanted with the swing of a bat be hopeful that I wanted to leave and live at the Sanctuary. I didn’t understand.

Surely he just wanted to piss Rick off by me going with him.

Is that what this all about?

Was I willing to take the chance of him using me like bait?

Yes, I was.

Not trusting my voice I nodded my head once.

Really?” He seemed like he didn’t believe me. Like I was the one trying to trick him.  

“You said I could can have anything I wanted”

“Did I?” He laughed loudly so everyone could hear. Finally he turned away, looking back straight at Rick who was trying to say something but someone kept reminding him of the gun pointed at the back of his head.

Negan turned back to me after a second. Lowering his head and voice once again “You want me not to kill anyone, right?”

“Yes” Please.

He huffed and blew out a large breath. Completely intoxicating me as it washed over my face.

“Thats a mighty bit ask Y/n” He’s going to say no and then what? I would have to watch one of them die before I went with him anyway.

No matter what happened. 

No matter what he said I was going with them tonight. 

Alexandria was no place for me anymore.

Especially after this. 

They wouldn’t understand. 

Hell I didn’t even understand this. Any of it. 

I’d be fooling myself if I said that a large part wasn’t this odd and intense attraction I felt towards this man.

Please

“If I had been here this morning you wouldn’t be here now and it would of happened anyway” He bounced on the balls of his feet straightening up, standing tall once again “The only difference is you probably wouldn’t know a damn thing about it”

“Moot point” I knew he was right but that wasn’t how it had happened, this was the reality.

Excuse me?” His face looked like I’d just sworn or something and spat on his Gammy’s grave.

“You didn’t though and this is the now, this is what I’m asking for”

“You and that mouth. I think I preferred you when you were all quiet”

I laughed at this and shook my head.

Turning to the ones of their knees I was aware of how strange this must look.

Me standing so close, talking so quietly with the man they all despised. The man I had only met once before but had not been able to forget for many reasons. 

They would never understand. 

I mean good god, I was laughing with him and he just killed someone.

Rosita looked like at me with disgust. She knew. Fuck her.

“And you’ll come?” He asked again like he didn’t believe me. I nodded turning my gaze back to the man before me “Be a wife?” He laugh-smiled, giving me that stupid sexy lop-sided grin.

“Don’t push it” I rolled my eyes and folded my arms across my chest.

That was not something I was interested in. 

How many did he have anyway? 

What did they do? 

What did he do?

He laughed so loudly I jumped on the spot.

“Ricky boy what happened? This girl is funny, she sure as shit did not get that from you!”

Negan” That was Dad’s warning voice “Leave her alone, please

Shuuuuuuuuut uppp!”

“Simon” he called his henchman over, the one who winked at me this morning “Take her into the house she’s got some stuff to get, quickly” he was actually going to let me pack? I did not get this man.

Did this mean he wasn’t got to hurt anyone?

I was about to follow Simon when Negan grabbed my arm “Are you sure?” He looked at me sympathetically as he spoke so only I could hear “Once you voluntarily come with me you can’t come back and I doubt they will invite you with open arms even if you could”

“This isn’t my home anymore” I told him with sadness in my voice “Honestly I don’t think it ever was”

He looked at me with something I couldn’t name. It was almost sadness, but he didn’t question what I had said before turning back to everyone on their knees. He must of known I was being honest as he let me go, with Simon.

“Don’t say a fucking word Rick. That girl of yours just saved someones life here” I let out a breath. 

He meant what he said. 

He kept his promises. 

He wasn’t going to hurt anyone tonight because I asked him not too. 

I wasn’t stupid, I knew that I could never use this again but I did something good before leaving. That was something I could be kind of proud off. Right?

It only took a couple of minutes to throw the few items of clothes I had and some trinkets into a bag before I was back downstairs ready to leave. I wonder what Rick will say? What any of them will say. Will they even care?

I knew they wouldn’t try and find me to bring me home. They hadn’t even thought about saving Daryl and him and Dad were like best friends. Brothers.

No one seemed to of moved.

What had happened while I had been in the house?

Everyone was so tense. Tenser than a few moments ago. You wouldn’t of thought that was even possible. 

“There she is” Negan pointed Lucille at me, but not in a threatening way. It was like it was a third limb to him to him. I think.

Whats happening?” Rick said looking at the bag on my shoulder.  He tried to stand but was instantly shoved back down, almost toppling over.

“Well Rick, that amazing girl over there wants to come and live with me at the sanctuary” gasps filled the air coming from several Alexandrians but I couldnt look at them. Their judgment would be too much.

Rick looked back at me wide eyed, nose flaring but I had to look away. Fuck.

“Keep your hands off..”

Hey! she volunteered in fact she was disappointed I was not here this morning to take up the offer I gave her the other day”

Swallowing I could tell everyone was in shock.

“You see Rick when you take people for granted and make them hide like you’re god damn ashamed they will find people who do give an actual shit about them”

Please” he begged “take me not her” why was he saying that? “We can come up with a deal, and get you more stuff”

“I have already told you to shut up!” Negan laughed before leaning right into Ricks face “She didn’t have to come, in fact I am sure as shit shocked but so fucking delighted because that girl has fucking potential and I hate to see that shit wasted. Especially to some little prick named Rick

Negan” Ricks entire body was shaking as he tried to sit up. Making himself taller while still on the floor.

“What Rick? You going to threaten me again? ‘Im going to kill you,not today’ bullshit”

Standing straight he swung his bat as though he was going to hit someone but then turned to his men “The bullet maker and shooter are coming too”

What? That wasn’t part of the deal.

Panic began to flow through me. This was a mistake. Oh fuck I made a huge mistake.

Negan looked and me and smiled somewhat reassuringly before glaring at Rick.

“This little bitch needs a fucking time out just like your pal Daryl, Ricky Boy” His anger was building again “She tried to kill me Rick, that is unfucking acceptable”

Nervously I swallowed. I wanted to speak but just couldn’t get out any words.

“Do not look at me like that y/n!!” he said in the loudest voice he had ever directed at me “No ones dying tonight, that is what you asked” He was right.  

Shaking my head and tightening the hand around the strap of my backpack that suddenly felt heavier than a thousand bars of gold I knew he was right. 

Four saviours dragged Eugene and Rosita down towards the gate, I assumed to one of his trucks.

What have I done? I thought he would just take me.

“Y/n” Negans voice forced me to look at him. I hadn’t realised he had moved and was standing close to me again  “Come on” he held his hand out, the one without the black leather glove “Its time to go home

Hesitanty I took his hand in mine.

Skin to skin. 

The feeling of warmth hit me instantly and for the first time in a long time I felt safe, it was comforting.

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So, I had a retail job in a very Jewish neighborhood from late December through mid-February. I promise, calling it Jewish is relevant to the story. It was alright, my coworkers were nice and my manager was cool, but some of the customers were really something else.

One of them was telling me all about his travels and he had some pretty cool stories about going abroad and seeing the world for his entertainment job. I chatted with him for all of 20 minutes or so while my coworker put his order together (it was a super slow day and part of my job was relationship building). At the very end, when I asked him how he got into the entertainment business, he basically just summed it up with “Yeah, perks of being an Aryan.”

…This conversation led to me decidedly telling my dad that no, I will not be wearing my Star of David necklace to work to try and make new friends.

Seriously though, I used to help Jewish people at that store every single day, they came in all the time and this person comes and straight up says he’s Aryan? I mean, I guess I’m glad he warned me, but wow.

About a week later another guy came in, told me I probably didn’t like Trump (just by looking at me, he could somehow tell. You’d think that if you could stereotype a young woman as anti-Trump, there might be something wrong with the guy), and then proceeded to talk at me for about 15 minutes about his virtues while I just sort of smiled and nodded.

I didn’t work in politics, I worked in a retail store for goodness sake! If I did work in politics though, someone would be getting an earful!