my feet finally touch my head

Kitchen Favours

Jughead x Reader
No one asked for this, but I’ve had this idea in my head for ages so thought it was finally time to let it out into the world.
Prompt: Y/N and Jughead work at Pop’s together. Cheryl winds up Y/N which leads to a heated moment between Jughead and Y/N.
Warnings: Strong smut themes 

Originally posted by bettytail

“You know you don’t have to stay with me” you smile, setting down the waitress pad on the kitchen counter next to you. You lean your hip on the counter as you stare at Jughead, an apron still tied around his waist. Since the Drive-In closes Pop’s offered Jughead a job here, just a couple of nights a week, the odd weekend. He spend half of his life here anyway, Pop’s just thought he might as well make some money at the same time. 

You had been working at Pop’s for around a year now. You were the one who trained Jughead, not that the place was complicated at all. He’d even started to cook some of the food, helping out the chefs from time to time, like tonight, he was covering for the Thursday night chef.
“And what would you do if you got a order in?” he asks, raising his eyes in a cocky manner towards you, setting down a spatula on the counter next to you.
“I’m sure I can manage to flip a burger and cook a few fries” you smirk back, laughing at his confidence. When Jughead joined it was the first time you had ever spoken to each other. Sure, you had seen him around school, hanging with Archie Andrews and Betty Copper, but the two of you had never needed to speak to each other, or even acknowledge each others existence until a couple of weeks ago. Since then the two of you had create a little friendship based on flirty jokes which the both of you knew meant absolutely nothing.
“Are you calling my job easy?” He smirks back, taking a step closer to me. He stops at the counter, leaning himself against it as he looks down at me.
“I’m saying you shouldn’t underestimate me” I say with a wink, making him smirk even more. His head so close to mine as a piece of dark hair falls into his eyes, shading his already dark eyes.

“Anyway” I sigh, breaking away from the eye contact that neither of us seemed to break. “I was just thinking of you getting home. Won’t Archie and his dad be worried about you? Seeing as you were so careless not to tell them where you were” you tease him. He sighs as he takes a step back from the counter which he was still leaning against.
“Trust me, I think they’ll be fine. Fred is working late and Archie has Veronica round, so don’t think they’ll want disturbing for a while now” he rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner.

It’s at that moment you hear the bell on the door ring, indicating you finally had customers. You walk out to see Cheryl and her minions sat in the booth closest to the kitchen you had just walked out of. You roll your eyes discretely at the sight of them, hoping they hadn’t seen. Placing a fake smile on your face you walk over.
“Hi” you smile politely, pulling out the pen you had balanced behind your ear.
“Look who it is girls” Cheryl gives an unfriendly smirk in your direction as the other two girls look over and start giggling. You look confused for a moment before choosing to ignore them. You tried to ignore the rumours and crap Cheryl often spread around so often. They usually were false, malicious attempts to hurt someone for no reason other then her boredom.
“What can I get you?”
“Tell me, Y/N” Cheryl says, folding her arms as an evil smile spreads across her face like a disease. “What was he like?”
“What was who like?” you ask, drawn into her comments just like she wanted.
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh come on Y/N. Everyone knows he took your virginity last night. He’s telling anyone and everyone” she smirks, the other girls laughing.
“That’s… that’s a lie” you stutter.
“Right” they laugh like a pack of hyenas, you their new prey.
“Excuse me” you take a sharp intake of breath before walking back into the kitchen. Throwing your waitress pad back down on the counter as hard as possible, feeling more angry then anything.

“Wow. Y/N what’s wrong?” Jughead asks, his eyes wide from shock at your act.
“Just get rid of them please” you say through gritted teeth, pointing out the door to the restaurant.
“One second” he say, touching your arm gently as he walks out the door to the booth. You hear a mumbling sound before the bell rings on the door and the door slams shut behind them. Jughead cautiously walks back into the kitchen where you were still stood.

“Do you want to tell me what that was all about?” He asks confused, trying not to push too hard as your anger was clear.
“No.” you sigh, breathing deeply. Completely in shock of the moment. Why would they say that? Why would they think you and Moose even slept together in the first place? Unless… Unless Moose said it himself?
“That asshole!” you say to yourself through gritted teeth. You turn to faced Jughead who is still staring at you confused. “Moose is spreading a rumour that he took my virginity”
“Your a virgin?” Jughead jokes, giving a confused look.
“Now is not the time Jug”“
"Sorry. Sorry” he apologises honestly, holding up his hands as if to surrender. “Why would he do that?” he asks, finally walking forward so he was leaning on the counter in front of you. It was only a small kitchen so as the two of us stand there out feet practically touch.
“The idiot asked me out the other day. After everyone found out he was at Sweet-water with Kevin I guess he wanted to make people think that he wasn’t gay. I said no. He’s not my type anyway. The asshole must have got worried about his ego and made up some story about us going out. Which of course involved him taking my virginity” you sigh, tipping your head back too look at the bright lights on the ceiling.
“I’m sorry Y/N” he sighs, reaching over to hold you arm to console you.
“I can’t believe this. No way in a million years would I give my virginity to a jock, last of all Moose” you say with a small laugh, trying to calm yourself down, a little part of your blood still boiling as you think of all the shit you will have to deal with tomorrow.
“I can’t believe your still a virgin” he laughs.
“Ugh.” you groan, feeling the need to explode.
“I really can’t. Y/N your amazing. Anyone would be lucky to have yo-”

“No one seems to get me though Jug. Whenever you tell people it’ll be your first time they always tell you they’ll go slow with you. That your first time is special.” you blurt, taking a step forward due to this sudden wave of anger. “Well how can it be special if it’s just some awkward fumble on a guys couch or in the back of their car. Where’s the heat in that? People think they’re being so romantic in ‘I’ll take it slow with you’ but its not! I want the heat. I want the passion. That’s romantic. No one seem’s to get that.”

Jughead just stand there staring at you, looking you up and down as if tying to take in everything your saying.
“Even if my first time if with some stranger. Or it’s just a pointless one night stand. As long as it is not this typical teen fantasy of first times, I’ll be happy. I just want that fire, you know?” you look at him. His eyes suddenly darker then usual.
“Got it” he smirks, suddenly stepping closer to you, placing his arms under your legs and pushing you onto the kitchen counter behind you. Your head gently knocks the cupboard above the counter as suddenly his lips attach to yours. The breath is knocked out of you as you take in what is happening. His lips work desperately on yours, sucking on your lower lip as his hand cups the back of your neck, the other still placed on your leg, holding you tightly. You moan into the kiss, glad there were no customers tonight to hear the two of you.
His lips start to roam down your face to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.
“Jughead…” you say breathlessly, part of you wanting to ask what was happening, the other part wanting to see what happened next.
You let out a loud moan as he begins to suck on a spot on your neck, sure to leave a mark later. Your hands roam to his head, pushing your hands through his already messy hair, pulling him closer so he smirks against your skin. Your legs wrap around his waist, bringing him in. Your hands pull on his hair as you roll your hips against his, making him moan just as loud.
Quickly his lips press against yours again as his hands roam down to the bottom of your black work t-shirt, pulling desperately on it. You pull your lips away from his and lift your arms as he pulls your shirt over your head, tossing it away on the floor, his lips immediately attaching back on your neck as he roams lower, biting lightly on your shoulder. Your hands finger the bottom of his shirt as you lift it up over his head.
His lips begin to roam lower then your shoulder, biting and sucking on parts of your skin. Your head falls back on the cupboard counter as his hand begins to roam up the inside of your thigh. You moan again as he bites a sensitive spot, his hand sliding further up your thigh. You hear him smirk against your skin as you moan, cocky with how he was giving you everything you craved.
“Shut it Jones” you say breathlessly as one hand slides down his back, the other going to his hair as you pull his head up to meet your, your lips crashing together again in a rush. Finally Jughead’s hand slips to the waistband of your jeans…

“Jughead. Y/N. I’m back” Pop’s shouts as he enters the diner.

Sick of Losing You

Plot: Harry and Y/N lost each other when he found someone else.

Warnings: None aside that it kinda broke my heart.

Playlist to the one shot:

Thanks to @interfectorems for being such a good friend, supporter and for requesting this. 
Songs that are mentioned but not on the playlist are “Out of the Woods” by Taylor Swift & “If You don’t Know” by 5Sos.

Pic of this beauty isn’t mine.

I watched from a far how he held on to her hand, his fingers grasping and squeezing hers gently while his eyes never left her pretty face. He watched her speak with such an intensity in his green eyes, as if he literally saw nothing other than her. His girlfriend. Not me.
I took a deep breath, swallowed the thick lump building in my throat and turned away from the sight.
Exactly three weeks ago, Harry and I had shared a kiss. Our first kiss, which had been exactly how I’d secretly always wished for it to be. Of course it had been. Every time you get to kiss the person you love is special and like fireworks painting colors into the sky.

He’d been talking and listening to me all night, similar to how he now was with her and had at some point reached out to hold my hand, just like he was holding hers in this moment.
When the time felt right, he’d leant in and had captured my lips with his. Needless to say, Harry was a phenomenal kisser. He knew when to press further, when to use how much tongue and was very attentive to how my body responded to his. Whenever I thought about it now, my cheeks tingled with the memory of his hands cupping them gently as he cradled my face to keep me close. He’d been so soft, so perfect. Harry had touched me with a tenderness, I thought it’d break my heart. I remembered wrapping my arms around his neck and feeling like they belonged there, like I was meant to hold him close.
Only that I wasn’t. The girl he was with now only proved how insignificant I was.

I couldn’t help peaking and looking over at him again. Harry’s lips. I knew exactly how they felt when pressed against my own, knew their taste and shape. Their warmth. Harry’s touch was impossible to forget.
I watched him kiss his girlfriend with a mesmerized stare, before moving away and into the kitchen, leaving the small gathering of our friends with a murmured excuse that I needed to get a refill of my drink, when in reality I couldn’t bear seeing the man I loved sharing affectionate kisses with someone else.
But not even the kitchen was a safe area for me. t had been this exact kitchen, the one in Harry’s house, where he’d pulled me aside and told me about her for the first time.

“It’s difficult” I think he said. “It’s my fault that this situation has become so messy.”

Was it silly that I could actually still remember every word he spoke to me? That I’d engraved every pause, every take in of breath he made, deeply into my head?

“Listen, Y/N… You’re important to me. I care about you. Need you, it’s just… There is someone. Someone who could be a chance for a relationship and I really want to give this a go. Give her a go, I mean. You can understand that, right?”

At first it’d felt like none of it was real. Because how could he be serious?
Harry. My best friend, Harry.
Only three days after our magical first kiss, three days full of us talking and flirting and texting constantly, he was telling me that he wanted someone else. Her name was Ira. And though he was seemingly behaving the same way with her he had been with me, we weren’t the same. In fact, she was everything I wasn’t. So when he told me he wanted her and not me, that he was picking her over of me, how come I’d been surprised?

I would never be his first choice, not when there were thousands of others he could choose from. And it was time for my brain to learn to not interpret every kind gesture, time to learn to stop overthinking every word. It was time for my head to accept, that there was no way Harry Styles could possibly want me.

So… I had been understanding. Kind even.
I’d lied and told him that yes, I agreed that our kiss had been a mistake. We shouldn’t have done any of that and instead thought of our friendship first, rather than our impulses. I’d kept a smile on my face throughout the entire talk and even finished the short chat by wishing him good luck with her. Another lie.

My fingers shook and so I set the empty glass of my drink down quickly, worried for a moment that I might otherwise spill the last few drops. I didn’t think much when I reached for the bottle of vodka on the counter. There was no getting through this night if I didn’t have something proper to drink. If only I remembered the recipe….

“Need help?”

My shoulders tensed. It couldn’t be him. Please… anyone, literally anyone, but him.

However when I turned around, Harry was there. He stood tall and beautiful, his short hair soft and wavy. Harry’s compelling eyes held my gaze with such a tender rawness in them, my knees weakened. All my body burned for was to wrap my arms around his shoulders and have him embrace me, have him tell me that everything would be okay again. I felt like I needed it, but knew that this was a wish I would be denied. Harry must have felt it, too. It was in the air around us. It had changed and… buzzed. As if being in each other’s presence made the world halt still for a moment.

“I’m sorry,” Harry chuckled lowly when I didn’t say anything. How could he smile like everything was alright?

And what was it he was apologizing for? Abandoning our friendship? Ruining any hope I’d had to find a partner in him? Shattering my heart? Hardly.

“For scaring you,” Harry elaborated, a sudden hint of guilt in his eyes, almost as if he’d read my thoughts.

“It’s fine, Harry,” I muttered, bearing a false smile, “All good.”

It was hard to look at him. Especially his eyes. They burned a whole into my chest whenever my own orbs found them. They reminded me of the Harry he once was, the one I could always come to and rely on.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked, his head nodding towards the bottle of vodka. His forehead furrowed in a worried expression and I quickly set the container back down.

“I wanted to make myself a drink, but the recipe slipped my mind. I’m not as much of an alcoholic as it must look like.”

“Good to know,” Harry chuckled, then, visibly thinking about it first, took a step forward. “I remember what you like in your favorite drink. Could make you one.”

From how close he was standing, it was easy to notice every detail of his skin. Every curve of his lips, every hair of his barely-there beard. My stomach turned.

“That’d be nice.”

Harry smiled and nodded. “Okay.”

We avoided any touching. I was leant against the counter, he stood with a safe distance between us and only came closer when he needed a different ingredient that happened to be near me. It was awkward and… weird. It didn’t feel like ‘us’. The friends we’d been once seemed to be two completely different people. I knew him and felt he was familiar, but there was a emotional distance between us I knew neither of us could overcome. And still, I was with him and even if we behaved like strangers, being with Harry was nice.

“I think that’s it,” Harry said, breaking the silence. His eyes were set on the pink-orange liquid in my glass, then they drifted to my face. A proud smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.

“You 'think’?” I challenged shyly.

I took the glass from him (cautious not to touch his fingers) and took a sip. It tasted great.

“M'not big of a show off,” Harry grinned, “S'it good?”

I nodded and stirred the colored liquid once more. “Thanks, Harry.”

“You’re welcome, Y/N.” His voice was soft and his gaze shy.

The air around us shifted once more. My eyes teared up. What had happened to us? Harry and I… we used to be the kind of friends who didn’t stopped talking to each other for hours. At first, we’d be loud. We’d laugh and giggle so much eventually both of our tummies hurt. That was when we’d change the subject and speak more quietly, until several hours later our conversations drifted to topics only we were allowed to hear. Then we’d be whispering and sitting closer together, always an eager sparkle in the other’s eyes as we both listened with interest about what was being said.

I quickly turned away and pretended to yawn. My eyes blinked rapidly and I willed them not to cry in front of him. Not because of embarrassment, but because I couldn’t do that to him. I’d given him my okay. I had no right to be mad at him for having found someone else. Harry remained standing close and with his hands in the front pockets of his black jeans.

“I think I should go,” I muttered.

I held my head low and took a deep breath before looking at him briefly. Harry’s eyes held concern and his fingers twitched, as if he longed to reach out for me.

“Y/N, love,” he began lowly, “Do you think we could talk for a bit? S'been a while since I got to see you. Hear your voice. I missed you.”

This time when my eyes met his green orbs, I didn’t look away, even though I could feel the tears forming and coming closer to spilling over. Harry’s whole expression changed. His cheeks paled and his forehead furrowed deeper.

“I miss you, too, Harry,” I admitted, my weak voice barely above a whisper.

“No,” he mumbled, shaking his head slowly, sorrow deeply set in his eyes. His feet stepped closer and his warm hands touched my flushed cheeks before I even had the chance to back away from him. The unexpected closeness caught me off guard and had more tears coming, this time because of how much I hated how uncommon this sort of care from him had become.

Harry embraced me. His head buried itself into my neck and both arms wrapped themselves around my waist so he could lift me up from my feet. “Please no, Y/N, Sweetheart. Don’t cry.”

I couldn’t help it. My heart, the final bit that had been whole still, broke in his caring hands and I was overcome and pulled under a wave of grief. That was what I was doing. I was grieving our friendship and the lost hope I’d had for a relationship with him. And he allowed it. He let me cry against his collarbones without any complaint and instead began to hum quietly, knowing how much his voice always soothed me. Pain shot through my chest. He probably did the same when she was upset.

“I can’t-” I cried, but got cut off by my lungs that burned with need for air.

Harry hushed me, his hold tightening, “Don’t, Y/N. It’s going to be alright.”

I shook my head and loosened the hold I’d taken around his neck. My hands momentarily brushed his soft hair, then I pulled away. Harry hesitated but allowed me to step out of his hold.

“I can’t take it anymore, Harry,” I confessed, my voice breaking halfway through the sentence. I reached up to brush my cheeks with the end of my sleeve and hiccuped. My head felt numb and I knew if I didn’t get out of this kitchen soon, he’d witness a break down I wasn’t comfortable with him seeing.

Harry’s hand reached for my arm. I didn’t fight it when he pulled me closer to him, but avoided his eyes when he leaned down to find my gaze.

“Y/N,” he spoke, his voice rough with emotion, “I promise you, it’ll be alright. M'not leaving, okay? M'not. We’ll figure this out.”

I wanted to scream but all I could was shake my head rapidly. “Figure this out how? What have we become, Harry?”

Another sob wrecked through my chest.

“I don’t know,” he confessed, “But we’re going to find each other again, okay? I promise. Let me say goodbye to the others and then we’ll go for a walk or something. We’ll talk. About everything and nothing at all… Just like we always used to, yeah?”

Used to. So long ago, it seemed.

“Okay,” I whispered, my burning eyes set on my feet. My skin shivered under his warmth and my lips hurt from how much I was bitting them.

I flinched when his mouth pressed a kiss to my head. The skin was left with a burning sensation. “Wait for me here, love.”

Harry’s quick feet carried him out of the kitchen and left me standing by the counter with my heart at the pit of my stomach. I stood up straight and brushed the few remaining tears from my cheeks. My skin tingled and I felt the hint of a smile on my lips, even though my body ached.
Looking back now, I wish I would have stayed put by the counter and had waited for him just like he’d asked me to. I wish I hadn’t been impatient and eager to reunite with Harry, because that eagerness drove me to exit the kitchen shortly after him and turn the corner, allowing me clear view into the living room.
There he stood. His arms around her thin form, his hands in her long hair and his lips kissing hers. All air was knocked right out of me. I could see how his hands gently moved against her neck, bringing her in closer and their bodies flush together. When their lips parted for a moment, I could see how he let his tongue run along his lower lip, as if he wanted to make sure he got all of her taste. And I could see him smile warmly at her, right before he leaned back in to connect their mouths once more. This sight… it burned.
I didn’t wait for him. Because I had been wrong before. My heart wasn’t truly broken until that moment, witnessing the man I loved with my everything, kissing a woman who wasn’t me. And if he wasn’t going to leave me, if he was just going to keep me close and allow my heart to shatter over and over again, then I supposed I would have to be the one to go first.
So that’s what I did. I walked back to the entryway, slid on my jacket, picked up my bag, and left the house. Left, to never come back to Harry Styles.

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“Oh god, I’m sorry-”
“(Y/N), I’m the one who bumped into you, stop apologizing."Theo mumbled as he wrapped his left arm around my shoulders.
"Heh, sorry about that- oh god sorry-"I started to say before I saw Theo grabbed my hands.
"Are you okay?"He asked, turning to me.
I shut my eyes tightly, looking down as I steadied my breath.
"Yeah, I’m good."I answered, trying to calm down.
"Are you having a panic attack?"He asked, making me shake my head.
"No, no, I’m good.’‘I answered, biting down on the inside of my cheeks.
I looked up to see Theo with concern written all over his face.
"Did something happen at home?"Theo asked.
I shook my head no, making him frown.
"Don’t lie to me (Y/N)."He warned.
"I had a fight with my dad today. He said I was weak and over exaggerating when I told him that I didn’t feel stable enough to come to school. I of course believed him, but I’m not trying to exaggerate."I explained, making his face soften.
"That man still doesn’t understand, does he?"Theo asked, clenching his jaw.
"It’s our first day of our last semester of high school and that asshole already ruined your morning."Theo grumbled.
I let out a shaky breath as Theo and I walked to our first class. He and I sat in the front, knowing I liked to sit right next to the teacher. He rubbed my back as the rest of the students walked in, making me lower my head. Stiles and Scott stopped in front of our table, making me look up at them.
"Ready for our first class?"Stiles asked, ecstatic.
"Yeah, always ready."I answered, smiling lightheartedly.
Scott frowned, immediately looking at Theo. I watched as they exchanged looks before both looking at me.
"Glad to hear you’re ready, wish I had that confidence."Scott spoke up.
"You know me, always confident…"I mumbled, fake laughing.
Oh my god, did I really say that? Dammit (Y/N), now they surely know that you’re not okay.
Suddenly the teacher walked in, making everyone sit in their seats.
"Good morning class, I’m Mrs.Bennett."Our teacher spoke up, making me look up at her with timid eyes.
She looked around the class until she looked directly at me, her eyes softening as she realized my tired and fearful expression. She cleared her throat before looking down at the paper in her hands.
"I actually have a seating chart ready-”
“Ughhhh!"The whole class groaned.
"I know, I know. I’m sorry but next month you’ll get to choose your own spot."She muttered before walking over to my seat.
”(Y/N) (Y/L/N)!“Mrs.Bennet yelled, pointing at my seat.
I raised my hand slightly, making her smile gently.
"Perfect, you’re already sitting here."She mumbled.
As soon as she pointed at Theo’s seat, Theo jumped to his feet.
"Actually Mrs.Bennett, I need to be next to (Y/N)."Theo spoke up, making her furrow her eyebrows.
"Cute, as much as it kills me to keep you two lovebirds away from each other, I have to."She answered, making Theo’s smile falter.
"Mam, I mean it. I need to her next to her for the sake of-”
“Look sir, I don’t want any trouble, especially not in the first day. Please stop arguing with me and let me continue with the seating chart."Mrs.Bennett grumbled, making Theo glare.
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Mrs.Bennett clenched her jaw, ignoring Theo.
"Bree Bennett."Mrs.Bennett said, making me freeze.
It wasn’t that I didn’t like Bree, I just hated being near people I knew nothing about. I’ve seen her in the halls and she seems pretty nice, when she’s not spreading rumors and intentionally ruining lives.
"Yeah, I don’t think so."Theo muttered, sitting back down.
"If you don’t move by the time Bree makes it to the front of the classroom, you’re going directly to the principles office."Mrs.Bennett warned.
"Theo, it’s okay."I mumbled, fidgeting with my fingers as my foot moved up and down rapidly.
I hate conflict of any sort, which is why Theo made it his duty to keep me away from the supernatural and protect me. By now Bree was already standing by Theo.
"Cmon your girlfriend can survive 45 minutes without you, and if she can’t then I’m sorry she’s pathetic because she needs a guy to baby her-”
“If you keep talking, I won’t hesitate to shut you up with my fist."Theo threatened, making my eyes widen.
"What kind of guy hits girls?"Bree asked, glaring at him.
"Well I’m not so sure you’re a girl anymore, the amount of guys you slept with-"Theo started to say but was cut off by Mrs.Bennett shouting at him.
"Go to the office, now!"She yelled, fuming.
Theo looked over to me and looked to see if it was okay for him to leave. I looked up at nodded.
"I’m sorry."I mouthed, making him pout.
"Stop saying sorry (Y/N)…"He mumbled before walking out the door.
The rest of the class went by slowly and agonizingly. There was tension between Bree and I, so much I felt the need to hold my breath for as long as I could. I tried to focus on what Mrs.Bennett was saying but the thoughts popping up in my head kept distracting me. Theo’s in trouble because of me, my dad is becoming more violent and I still have to walk back into that horrible house. I was on edge and anyone who had functioning eyes could see. I was so on edge, Stiles had to throw his pencil at me. Once the pencil hit me, I snapped my head to see him with furrowed eyebrows and a concerned facial expression.
"Are you okay?"He mouthed.
I tilted my head, trying to pretend as if I didn’t know why he was concerned. He pointed to my leg which was bouncing even faster than before. It was only then that I realized that I had hurt my thumb by digging my nails into it and sliding them on my thumb.
"Can you please stop?"Bree spat, making me look at her with fear.
"I’m sorry?"I spoke up, confused.
"Moving your damn foot, it’s distracting."Bree muttered, making me slide my sharp nails against my thumb even rougher than before.
"I um- I- I’m sorry-”
“Let me guess, you can’t. Quit being an attention seeking bitch, people like you disgust me."Bree muttered, making my eyes tear up.
"She’s not an attention seeker."Scott and Stiles spoke up.
"The only bitch in this class is you Bree so do us a favor and shut up!"Stiles spat, making Mrs.Bennett turn around.
"Watch your mouth."She warned, making Scott scoff.
"So when she insults (Y/N) you don’t say anything but when Stiles defend (Y/N), now you jump in."Scott muttered.
"Sounds like favoritism."Stiles added.
By now my foot was stomping down on the floor so fast that I was starting to get tired. The back and forth bickering only managed to make me more upset, and it didn’t help that the words my father told me this morning kept playing and playing in my mind. I needed to get out, I needed air. I suddenly started to gasp quietly for air, slamming my fist down onto my thigh as I looked for the door. Out of nowhere, I felt hands on my shoulders before I was shoved onto the floor. This pushed me over the edge as suddenly the image of my dad standing in front of me appeared, making me back away as I struggled to breathe. My legs and arms went numb as I blinked a couple times. Soon I was met with stares from the whole class. I need to get out now, I need to fucking get out of here. As soon as the door opened, Theo rushed in and helped me up to my feet. He dragged me out of the classroom while Stiles started to cuss at Bree and Scott argued with the teacher.
”(Y/N) what’s wrong with you?“Theo asked, pulling me into the nearest empty classroom.
I shut my eyes close as Theo finally realized heard my palpitations. Tears falling as I stumbled into the corner, grabbing onto my hair as I slid down a wall.
"Breathe baby, breathe."Theo whispered, making sure to not touch me.
"Is it okay if I grab your hands or face?"He asked, making me shake my head no as I started to sob loudly.
"Can I rub your back?"He asked, making me nod.
The way he gently rubbed my back made me feel more relaxed and calm.
"Can you look at me please?"He asked.
I ignored him and proceeded to gasp for air as dug my nails into my scalp, my eyes shut tightly.
”(Y/N), please look at me.“Theo begged, but I didn’t listen.
”(Y/N) I need you to look at me.“Theo muttered.
I finally looked up at him with tears bloodshot eyes.
"How many fingers do I have up."He asked, holding up 4.
"4."I managed to choke out.
"Good job, you got it right. Now how many fingers do I have up?"He asked.
"10."I answered, still palpitating.
"Fantastic, you got it right. Of course you would, you’re a smart woman."He mumbled as tears stopped running down my cheeks.
"Now I need you to breathe in and then out every time I say a number. I’m going to count to ten, okay?"He asked, making me nod.
"10…9….8…7…6…5…4…3…2… and 1."He whispered as I did as I was told to.
Theo managed to help my breathing slow down, which I was thankful for.
"You’re doing great (Y/N)."Theo addressed, rubbing my back soothingly.
"What’s your name?"He asked.
”(Y/N) (Y/L/N).“I answered, calming down.
"Where are you from?"He asked.
"I’m from some fucked up place called Beacon Hills."I mumbled, making him chuckle.
I let out a shaky breath before slowly looking up to see Theo staring down at me.
"How’re you feeling?"He asked.
"Ok."I answered, inhaling slowly.
"Good, good."He mumbled, running his fingers trough my hair.
I looked around and started laughing slightly, making Theo furrow his eyebrows.
"I hate being this dramatic, I’m sorry."I muttered, smiling sadly.
Theo sighed and shook his head disappointingly, I didn’t blame him. I was disappointed with myself too.
(Theo’s P.O.V)
"You really can’t stop saying sorry, can’t you?"I asked, making her furrow her eyebrows.
"That’s what you were disappointed about and you’re barely finding that out?"She asked, shocked.
"I’m not disappointed, I just finally realized you physically can’t stop saying sorry."I answered, shrugging.
"So you’re not mad or disappointed for what happened?"She asked, making my smile falter.
"Anxiety attacks are absolutely awful and hard to avoid, why would I be mad at you for having one? If anything, I’m mad at myself for not being able to help you out as much as I wish I could."I answered.
"You being by my side and helping me calm down is the best thing anyone could do for me. Thank you for helping me through them."She mumbled, resting her head against my shoulder.
"Do you feel good enough to go back to class or do you want to skip school the rest of the day and relax-”
“Skipping class gives me anxiety, skipping school is worse. I’d rather just go back to class."She muttered.
"Class it is."I muttered, helping her up to her feet.
We both walked back to class, (Y/N) immediately tensing up as all eyes landed on us.
"You’re okay."I whispered, squeezing her hand reassuringly.
"I’m okay."She mumbled, eyes wide with fear.
"I love you."I reminded her as we sat in the back of the classroom.
Her grip on my hand softened, as she looked up at me with soft glossy eyes.
"I love you too."She stated, smiling warmly at me.
Luckily Mrs.Bennett didn’t say anything and kept going on with her boring lesson. The rest of the class (Y/N) kept listening to Mrs.Bennet go on with whatever the hell she was talking about while I stared intently at her. She definitely felt better than when class started, better than when she was having her anxiety attack. The girl in front of us passed me a note, making me confused. I opened it and instantly recognized the handwriting. The note asked if (Y/N) was okay, making me look up to the front of the class to see Scott looking tapping his ear. I instantly figured out what he was trying to say.
"She had an anxiety attack."I whispered, only audible for Scott to hear.
"Is she okay now?"I heard Scott ask.
I looked over to see (Y/N) grinning as she laughed at a joke the teacher said. I grinned widely at her, feeling my heart flutter as her grin grew wider, squinting her eyes.
"Yeah, she’s okay."————————————————————•
If someone you know has an anxiety attack or panic attack please don’t touch them without asking them. If you touch them without asking, you could make them feel uncomfortable/ worse. If they do let you touch them then try to help them sit down on the floor and rub their back or do something you know would help them relax. Ask them simple questions to help them focus on something else to distract them from the awful feeling of panic/anxiety. If they can’t answer simple questions, don’t get frustrated twirl them because you will only make them feel worse. Instead ask them yes or no questions and please be patient. Have a wonderful day everyone!

One’s Promised (Part 5/5)

A/N: So I’m sorry for going on an unannounced hiatus. But I hope I made up for it with this long ass chapter/part whatever.  

Description: Living a double life was not a choice when one was the daughter of Alexander Pierce. Y/N was the youngest agents of SHIELD and one of the most respected threats within Hydra’s empire. No matter her allegiance, she was feared by both. Y/N Pierce would’ve tried to escape it all… if it hadn’t been for The Winter Soldier.

Pairing: Bucky x Fem/Reader

Word Count: 8,842

Y/N was sat the edge of her bed, fully dressed in her tactical gear. Her eyes were dry and bloodshot from the tears, her lips cracked. She loaded bullet after bullet into multiple guns, sharpened half a dozen knives that would be hidden across her body, and cleared her mind of every distraction. The apartment was so quiet that all Y/N’s ear could hear was the ticking of the clock in her kitchen.

Suddenly her burner phone was buzzing on her nightstand. She picked it up without saying anything.

“Infiltration is a go. The helicarriers will be up in an hour. Meet us at SHIELD’s base.”

Y/N said nothing. She didn’t need to. Hanging up the phone, she left her apartment and made her way to her Triumph in the basement garage.

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The Enemy of My Enemy

Title: The Enemy of My Enemy

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

Word Count: 3212

Warnings: Swearing, and a little bit of smut

Summary: Crowley, in desperate need to recover a power amulet from the Winchesters, uses Reader, a mortal enemy of the boys, to distract them. In return, he promises to let her mother go.

A/N: Requests are open, so please send me prompts you’d like to see. 

Originally posted by frozen-delight


Once again, another ruse to take down the Winchesters has backfired. And, once again, Crowley is left defeated, basking in his failure. How they seem to outwit him every time, he’d never know. 

Maybe it was their angel pet, or their undying stubbornness that drives them to do anything, but hunt. Either way, he needed a new approach, a new angle of attack before they find out what he’s really up to. 

But how? He needed a distraction. And if the boys loved anything more than being a pain in his ass, it was beer. He could possibly lure and trap them in a bar, or- 

“Sir?” A demon called, entering the thrown room. 

Crowley looked up from his seat, he’s falling on the man who dared disturb him. “Connor,” he replied, sitting up. “Ever heard of knocking?“ 

The demon froze, gulping. "Sorry, sir.” he muttered, looking to his feet. “I was just excited to share with you some good news." 

Crowley cocked his head in curiosity as he smirked at his minion. "Well?” he urged. 

The demon slightly dropped his shoulders, relaxing. “We found the amulet you were looking for. You were right the Winchesters do have it.” he answered. 

“And?” Crowley inquired, waiting to hear the rest. 

Connor, shook his head. “That’s all, sir." 

"That’s all?” he repeated, slowly rising from his seat. “You enter my thrown room, unannounced, vouching you have good news, you’re oh-so excited about, only to tell me what I already know!” he yelled, walking towards the poor demon. 

The demon shrunk under the King’s power. “Well, we were going to get it, your highness, but then (Y/N) showed up, arguing with them, and you told us to avoid her.” he explained, hoping it would save his head. 

Crowley huffed, not sure who he was angrier at - the foolish demon standing before him, or the even bigger pain in the ass hunter that always seemed to show up at the worst times. And, why wouldn’t she? She’s so infuriating, showing up and arguing with- 


“Did you say arguing?” Crowley asked, suddenly all anger dissolving into confusion. 

The demon, too afraid to speak, nodded.

Previously in a wicked sneer, Crowley’s lips curved into a small, malicious smile. “New plan,” he announced, walking back to his throne. “Find me (Y/N) (L/N), and bring her to me unharmed.”


The hunt to rescue your mother was on. And the moment you found a lead, of course, the Winchesters took it upon themselves to ruin everything. The demons that took your mother escaped, and it was all due to the stupidity from the most reckless, selfish duo to ever hunt.

“You fucking idiots!” you shouted, angrily kicking a rusted barrel.

Dean, nose bloody and lips bruised, slowly stood from his defeated position. “We’re the idiots?” he asked, just as pissed. “You’re the one that came out of no where and ruined this whole plan!”

You scoffed, choking back a laugh. “I didn’t ruin shit! Do you know how long it took me to track these motherfuckers?” you questioned, stepping towards him. “Months! And then Tweedledee,” you nodded to the right towards Sam. “And Tweedledum,” you went back to locking eyes with Dean. “Show up and destroy a highly-detailed operation!”  

“You’re impossible.” Dean dryly chuckle. “They saw the amulet. Now, Crowley knows we have it. Do you know what they can do if they ever got their hands on it?” he asked, holding up a black and grey crystal amulet. “We’d all die.”

“Oh, don’t you worry about dying Dean!” you shouted, dismissing his half-assed reasoning. “Everyone knows your little angel will bring you back.”

Dean smirked, cocking an eyebrow. “Aw, (Y/N).” he chuckled. “You jealous?”

You rolled your eyes, and turned around. “Fuck you, Dean.” you muttered as you made your way out the empty warehouse, and to your car.

“You already did!” Dean called after you.

You didn’t bother turning back. Instead, you held up a finger behind you, and unlocked your car.

“Back at yo-” Dean started, but a voice of reason cut him off.

“Dean, stop!” Sam hissed. He, then, lowered his voice, making it impossible for you to overhear due to the distance between you.

Yet, still, you didn’t care. The only thing that was on your mind was the fact that you were back to square one. Alone and without a lead.

And, I was so close to getting my mother back. You thought as you started the car, driving back to your hide out.

It didn’t do well to dwell on the past. You had to calculate your next steps. You’ll go back and do what you did the first time. Track their patterns and victims. Yes, it may take months, but this time you knew what they were after, and who had it. That had to count for something.

Though lit by the sun, you were lost in thought and didn’t see the figure that suddenly occupied the road. You gasped, swerving the car to the left and slammed down on the breaks. The car still hit the figure, and the sickening sound of cracking bones echoed in your ears. The car came to a stop, and immediately you got out, moving to the limp figure.

“Are you okay?” you called, crouching before it.

With ease, the man stood up and reset his joints. “Just fine.”

Demon. The alarms in your head rang and, like clockwork, you pulled out your gun. Holding it against it’s head, you ordered, “Where’s Crowley?”

The demon smirked. “I won’t tell you.” he replied. You didn’t hesitant, cocking the gun. Laughing the demon continued, “I’ll do you one better. I’ll show you.”

And before you knew it, you felt a heavy force against the side of your head as the world blurred to black.

“I thought I told you to bring her here unharmed.” a loudly obnoxious voice boomed. “For hell’s sake, Connor, can you do anything right?”

A little whimper to your left was all you could register before a loud crack silenced it. A thump echoed beside you as you slowly unscrewed your eyes open.

“Idiot,” the voice, you suddenly saw to be Crowley, muttered. “Get him out of my sight.” he ordered, walking back to his throne as his minions removed the lifeless body out of the room.

Slowly, you brought yourself to your feet, patting around your thigh and waistband for your weapons.

“Finally awake, are we?” he asked, turning and taking his seat.

You breathed heavily, feeling slightly lightheaded. You touched the side of your head, and hissed, finding it raw. “Where’s my mother?” you demanded, ignoring his last remark.

“I am a businessman, (Y/N). I don’t give information for free.” he retorted. “However, I do make deals.”

You scoffed. “I’ve been trying to make a deal for months. You made it very clear the time for that was over. What changed?”

Crowley interlocked his fingers, twiddling his thumbs. Shrugging, he countered, “This time you actually have something to offer.”

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest. “And that is?”

“A distraction.” he simply answered. “You see the Winchesters have something that belongs to me.”

“An amulet.” you stated.

Crowley nodded, slightly surprised you knew. “Yes, and well they don’t seem very likely to like give it up. And with their little pet, it’s impossible for me to take it.”

“So, you want me to distract them while you steal it?” you inquired, sighing. “Why me?”

Smiling, he uttered, “The enemy of my enemy is my friend.”

You nodded, a bit impressed with the plan. “And if I do this, I’ll get my mother back?”

Nodding, Crowley smiled, “The moment it’s in my hands, you get your mother back.” he confirmed. “So, do we have a deal?”

You stared him down for a second. Maybe this would work. It would save you months of tracking and sneaking around. In merely hours, you would get your mother back. “Yes,” you mumbled. “But, I’m not kissing you.”

Crowley grinned. “Oh, yes. Save that for Dean.”

You inhale deeply, freezing. “I better get going.” you said, turning around. “You have three hours. Make them count.”


“I hate her.” Dean mumbled as he opened yet another book and slumped down on his chair.

Sitting across the table, with a stack of books of his own, Sam rolled his eyes. “You were just saying how hot she was like three days ago.” he pointed out, chuckling.

Dean sipped on his beer. “Yeah, she’s hot when she’s not blaming me for things that aren’t my fault.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works.” Sam replied, reverting back to his book of lore. “And don’t you remember what I said? She obviously-”

Dean cut him off, continuing his sentence. “has a reason to be angry over a demon ambush. Still, it’s not my fault she fucked up.”

Sam shook his head. “Whatever,” he mumbled. “Let’s just get back to-”

Boom. Boom. Boom.

A heavy knock came to the door, interrupting the conversation. The boys looked to each other. “Cas?” Dean whispered to his brother.

Sam shook his head. “We both know he’d just walk in.”

Boom. Boom. Boom.

It echoed again. The boys reacted quickly, pulling out their guns, and itching towards the door. On either side of it, they gave each other a quick nod, signalling they were ready. In one swift motion, Dean opened the door, ready to shot.

“Whoa,” she shouted, taking a step back and holding her hands up. “What the hell, Winchester?”

Dean relaxed, dropping the gun. “What do you want?” he sneered as Sam emerged from the behind him.

She looked between the two, shoving her hands in her pockets. “I came to apologize.” she answered.

Dean didn’t bother to hide his surprise. It wasn’t like (Y/N) to admit she was wrong. “What?”

Sam stood straighter, clearing his throat. “Yeah, what are you apologizing for exactly?”

She took a deep breath. “I let out my anger on you when I was actually pissed at Crowley and his asshole demons. I’ve been looking for them for months. Somehow, the were able to block all my summonings. Anyway, I was the one that lost them and almost destroyed the world.” she explained. “So, I’m sorry.”

Sam nodded, offering a small smile. However, Dean wasn’t as easily convinced. He stared her down. “Why?” he questioned.

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows. “I just told you why.”

“No, I mean why were you summoning them? Why were they blocking you?” he clarified.  

Suddenly, he felt a sight nudge against his shoulder. Turning around, he found Sam giving him a warning look.

“He took my mother.” she said, ignoring Sam’s actions.

Both boys fell silent. Dean suddenly understood her anger. If someone ruined his months of tracking, and his chances of getting his brother back, he’d be pissed too.

Sam took a step back and pushed back the door. “Why don’t you come in?” he asked.

Dean, looked back at his brother, then back at the girl in front of him. He gave in, taking a step back as well.

She gave them a small smile and stepped into the bunker. Against the rail, she stood staring out in awe. “This makes my place look like a dump.”

“It probably is.” Dean teased, a small smirk inching on his lips.

She turned to face him, a smile playing on her own lips. “Careful, Dean. I’m not always so sorry.”

“And I’m not always so forgiving.” he countered as Sam made his way down the stairs.

Without a word, they both followed him into the large study. “What’s with all the books? Is there a case near by I missed?” she asked, noticing the stack of books on the desk.

“No,” Sam replied, returning to his seat. “We’re trying to find out how to destroy the amulet before Crowley gets his hands on it.”

Dean sat in his seat, pointing a thumb to the bookshelf behind him. “Make yourself useful.”

Though, she didn’t move. “How long have you guys been looking?” she asked, instead.

“A few weeks now.” Sam answered, “and we’re no where close.”

She reached over the table and shut the book. “I think it’s time for a break.”

Dean gave her a questioning look as she did the same to his book. “Don’t you have to find your mother?”

She froze, before taking a deep breath. “I found her. But, it was too late.” she muttered.

Sam got up from his seat. “(Y/N). I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, me too.” Dean added, reaching for her hand.

She looked down at the interaction. Locking her eyes with his, she flashed a small smile. “I, um, don’t want to talk about it.” she sniffed, pulling her hand away from his. “I could really use a distraction though. And since there’s no case near by, why don’t we all go grab a beer or something?”

Dean smiled, “I could use a drink.”

Sam, glanced back at the books, then at (Y/N). He nodded, mirroring his older brother’s smile. “Me too.”

(Y/N) returned the grin and made her way back to the door. “I’m driving.” she called.

Dean smirked, watching her walked away, his eyes trailing down her back to her ass.

“Shotgun!” he heard his brother yell. Pulled out of his daydream, he noticed his brother smirking at him. “You’re so obvious.”  Sam laughed, running to catch up with (Y/N).


A part of you felt guilty for lying, but you were willing to do anything to save your mother. And even though he was being so kind, in his own way, you still had to push those feelings aside. This was the only way you could ensure that your mother will be released safely.

“Three more.” you ordered, after downing your fifth shot.

Sam coughed, slamming his glass on the counter. “You could really hold your liquor, can you?” he asked.

“She always could.” Dean spoke, grabbing the next glass and drinking.

You did the same, setting the glass down. From the corner of your eye, you noticed a pretty blonde roaming her eyes over Sam. Nudging Sam, you muttered, “Pretty blonde, two o’clock.”

Sam looked over, finding the girl smirking at him. “No,” he shook his head, turning back to the counter. “I shouldn’t.”

“Dude,” Dean interjected. “She wants you. Go have fun for once.”

You nodded, pushing him off his stool. “Go.” you encouraged.

Sam stumbled over, and began talking up the girl as she laughed and played with her hair.

“And then there were two.” Dean said, pulling your eyes away from Sam’s interaction.

You smiled at him, noticing the slight slur in his voice. He was drunk. “Let’s dance.” You forced a slur, pretending to be just as intoxicated.

He smirked as you grabbed his hand and pulled him off his seat. You led him to the dance floor, surrounded by many others, and pressed your body against his. “This reminds me of old times.” you whispered in his ear as you swayed to the beat.

He deeply laughed, erupting your heart. His hand roamed down your waist and around your back. “Maybe we can recreate some of those memories.” he replied in the same hushed whisper, sending shivers down your spine. His hands were suddenly on your ass suddenly possessing a firm grip.

You melted into his body. “There’s no maybe.” you muttered.

It all happened so suddenly. That’s what you kept telling yourself anyway. But, let’s be honest, you liked it – you liked him, and deep down, you wanted this to happen.

Shedding clothes, you entangled your bodies together. His calloused fingers ran over your flaps, making you shiver against him. He smirked, knowing the effect he had on you. Gently, he pushed you against the bed, making you flop onto it.

Slowly, he climbed his naked body over you. “I never stopped thinking about you.” he admitted, hovering his lips over yours. “I always see you – no matter who I’m with.”

You reached up, attaching your lips to his. You had to silence him, one more word and you would’ve revealed the truth as to why you had to be here in the first place.

His fingers found their way between your thighs again. You moaned at the contact, buckling your hips.

He chuckled, gripping your hips to the bed. “Easy.” he whispered. “You were always so eager.”

“Stop teasing.” you begged, attacking his neck and collarbone.

He groaned at the action. “Fine,” he caved, aligning himself with your entrance.

And before you knew it, the two of you were moaning messing against each other.

The moment your eyes opened, the guilt set in. You felt his steady breath against the back of your neck, and his warmth against your back. His arms were wrapped around you, keeping you safe in his hold. A part of you wanted to stay there, basking in his passion.

However, the thought only triggered the guilt to churn in your gut. You had to leave, and fast. Gently, you untangled yourself from him, and began redressing yourself. Once done, you looked back at him, wishing more than anything to crawl back into bed and forget about your plan with Crowley.

Your mind wondered back to the reason it didn’t work the first time. He was too broken and spat things he didn’t mean, but were still somehow true. And you? Well, you had a whole army of vamps on your tail and love was the last thing on your mind. Yet, he never was.

And now, still caught in bad decisions and selfishness, you had to choose. Dean or your mother.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Crowley’s words echoed in your mind. You were Dean’s – the Winchesters’ enemy.

The answer was suddenly all too clear now. You and Dean would not work. The timing was all too off, all too often. It was hopeless.

Sighing, you creeped out of the bunker, and made your way to your car. With tears in your eyes, you drove back to Crowley’s little hideout to claim your reward.


“Congratulations.” he smirked. “Although, we didn’t need that much time. I recall you promising only three hours.”

She rolled her eyes. “Just give me my mother, you asshole.” she demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.

Crowley scanned her up and down before gesturing to one of his demons. “Let her go.”

Her mother, bloody, broken and bruised, emerged from the hallway. “She’s hurt.” (Y/N) cried, running towards her.

“I said I’d release her. I never mentioned anything about her remaining unharmed.” he explained. “Now, get out of my sight. Before I change my mind.”

(Y/N) gulped and threw her mother’s arm around her neck, helping her walk out of the room.

Pulling the amulet from his pocket, Crowley smirked. “Now,” he started, turning to his demons. “I think it’s time we raise a little hell.”

The Dance: Chapter 3

Summary:  Everyone knows the High Lord of the Night Court is a monster. Not that Rhysand has ever cared what the other Fae of Prythian think, but when he meets Feyre, Tamlin’s betrothed, he realizes everything is about to change.

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“Well well, what have we here?” Tamlin cocked his head to the side, a predatory grin on his face as he circled me. “High Lord of Night’s come to play, eh?” He threw his head back and laughed, the sound sharp enough to set my ears ringing.

“Let him go!” Feyre shouted, shoving against his chest. Tamlin was taken aback, seemingly noticing her for the first time. He blinked once before his lips curled back from his teeth.

“I told you to stay with Lucien. I finally let you out on your own and this-“ he pointed to me, the tip of Lucien’s dagger piercing my skin- “Is how you repay me?”

“We were only talking, Tamlin!” Her hands balled into fists at her sides. I actually thought she might take a swing at him, judging by the rage that coated her features.

“I don’t give a shit if you were just talking,” he snarled, claws ripping from his fingertips. “I gave you one rule. Stay with Lucien.” Feyre was physically trembling as he towered over her. “But you couldn’t even listen to that!”

A tiny whimper passed Feyre’s lips and she instinctively braced herself for more verbal blows. Tamlin’s face softened, realizing what he said was scaring her. He rubbed at his temples, as if he was dealing with an unruly child.

“I’m sorry, Feyre.” He laid a hand on her shoulder, and she flinched. Flinching meant that she had anticipated a blow. Anticipating a blow meant that he’d laid hands on her before.

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Say You’ll Want Me Pt. 4

Originally posted by wrestlingsmarkmatty

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

I feel like crying right now because this part is finally done lol. I’m really hoping part 5 comes to me a lot easier, I already have a chunk of it planned out. Anyway, I was planning lots of fluffy smut for this part but it just didn’t happen. I’d rather have no smut than half-hearted smut lol. I do have some planned for the next part though. Thanks for your patience guys <3

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apprenticedmagician  asked:

“i was out in public and had an anxiety attack and you left your friends to give me some chocolate and talk me through it, so tysm” au Andreil (obvs) or Jerejean (not as obvs but still easy i think)

Andrew didn’t know why he agreed to this.  Normally he could resist his cousin’s soulful gaze but Nicky was going to visit Germany for the summer and the house was going to be so much quieter than he was used to and so he gave in against his better judgement.

But it was so loud without the helmet muffling the roar of the crowd.  Andrew almost never experienced an Exy game from this side of the plexiglass.  Some middle-aged mother was ignoring her toddler son and screeching at the ref.  The kid was yelling for her attention too, almost indistinguishable from the roar of the crows.  It was bright too.  Andrew squinted against the harsh lighting as an insistent pain throbbed in his eye socket.  Every breath carried the stench of stale beer and perfume.  And maybe he could handle these things individually but every sense is being assaulted and it’s too much, too much, too much, too much, too much.

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In Every Sense of the Word

“Noona, when will you start seeing me as an adult?”

Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff (+ Suggestive Smut?)

Jeon Jungkook never failed to make your heart flutter. Whenever you watched BTS preform from backstage, you eyes would never leave him. Everything about him was screaming perfection. His transformation into the man he is on stage amazed you the most. However his innocent smile and eyes when he’s offstage reminded you that he’s two years younger than you, you shouldn’t be feeling this way about him. You were his Noona.

Sometimes while I’m putting make-up on the other boys, I’d catch Jungkook staring at me. It was the kind of gaze that held the weight of a thousand words, the intensity made me feel electric. Even now as I put make-up on Taehyung while he slept, Jungkook was sitting on one of the studio chairs watching me work.

“What is it Kookie?” I asked straightening up and putting away the make-up brushes.  His eyes continued to observe me unwaveringly, his lips curving into his innocent smile.  I raised an eyebrow at him, indicating I waiting for his response.

“I just like watching you work Noona,” Jungkook said sheepishly, the tips of his ears turning red.

“Awe, Bunny. You’re so adorable.” I walked over to Jungkook and pinched his cheeks.

 “Ah, Noona!” Jungkook yelped, reaching up to hold the hand I had used to pinch his cheek. His hand completely engulfed mine, the warmth of it made my cheeks burn. As I tried to pull my hand away, his hold tightened. His gaze met mine and his lips curved into a devilishly smirk. Jungkook shifted my hand, placing a soft kiss on my inner wrist. My breath caught in my throat.

 "Jungkook, what’re you doing?“ I asked, attempting once again to pull my hand away before anyone walks into the dressing room. My eyes left his unwillingly and locked on the door.

 "Noona, when will you start seeing me as an adult?” He asked, finally freeing my hand.  He tilted his head, and raised his eyebrow questioningly.

 "What’re you talking about?“ I inquired tentatively. I stepped back towards the dressing table putting some space between us.

 "You always call me bunny, pinch my cheeks, and ruffle my hair, as if I’m a child.” He tilted his head, his gaze never straying from mine.

“You have no idea what your touch does to me.” I averted my gaze from his as blood rushed to my cheeks. Suddenly it was getting very difficult to breathe in this room. Jungkook rose to his feet and closed the distance I had created.

 "You have no idea that your eyes on me while I’m preforming really get my blood pumping.“ He gripped my chin gently pushing my face upwards, forcing our eyes to meet.

 My gaze traveled from his exquisite eyes to his strong jawline to his broad shoulders. There was no trace of the child-like qualities I deemed he possessed. No, the person before me was a man in every sense of the word. I was simply stuck in the past.

 Jungkook titled his head; his signature devilish smirk graced his lips once again. His hands grasped my waist, drawing my body flush against his. He placed his forehead against mine.

 “Please start seeing me as an adult, because I can’t see you as just a Noona anymore.”

Home away from home - part 7

part 6


“Did you just say ‘I love you’ to him?” My sister asked. I turned around and looked through the peephole to see Sehun’s expression. He just stood there, frozen in time. He backed away from the door and looked around before smiling to himself. “He smiled! He actually smiled after I said something completely insane.” I whispered to my sister. “Is it that insane? Do you actually love him?” She asked. I looked at her and thought, 

Do I love him? Already?

Genre: fluff, semi-smut

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Aftershocks Part 15

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Characters: Reader, Bucky Barnes 

Warnings: ALL THE FLUFF, a fair bit of smut too, possessiveness, itty bit of jealousy, unprotected sex 

Word Count: 3206

Summary: The day finally arrives where you are able to be discharged from the hospital, but not before an old friend finds you for a brief reunion 

Authors Note: Well this is it, the last part of Aftershocks. This is where the first half of the story ends. If there is interest, I do have a sequel in my head that I am thinking about giving you guys, so let me know if you want it. Also I will follow up in the next 24 hours with a post credit scene to Aftershocks, so if there is possibly a question that still remains unanswered, you will probably find it there. ALSO! If you want the translation for the foreign phrase, just ask or google, it’s in Xhosa, but it is definitely important. 

Again, thank you so much for following this story, I hope you all enjoyed it, and I hope you are excited for Live Wire: An Aftershocks Sequel. I would love to hear any thoughts, opinions, or questions that you all have, so please feel free to message me. As always, y’all are awesome and I hope you enjoy 

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Aftershocks: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 8b, Part 9, Part 10, Part 10b, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Post Credit Scene

“I’m so glad you are alright. When I was notified of your condition I cannot deny that I was concerned.” T’Challa looks away from you, shifting uncomfortably as he sits on your hospital bed. “I will not pretend that it did not influence my willingness to attend a meeting with Stark and The Captain today.” His hands tense in his lap, his fingers unlacing from each other as he scoots closer to you.

You smile, happy for his concern. You had the pleasure of working with T’Challa years ago. You had worked alongside Nakia, a woman in his council, helping him to obtain much needed documents while he was cooperating closely with Agent Coulson. Director, he’s Director now. Just like T’Challa is King. And the files… Your brain remembers specifically, Bucky’s files, the Winter Soldier.

“I’m so grateful to see you are well.” T’Challa’s hand rises up to graze your cheek, his fingers skimming along your warm skin, “Even have some color in your cheek.” His voice drops, his eyes falling to your lips, “So grateful.” He whispers softly, your warm smile flashing back at him.

“What the hell is this?” Bucky’s gruff voice cuts into the room, his large frame blocking the light from the doorway. “Buck,” you huff quickly, shaking your cheek from T’Challa’s warm touch. “Bucky, this is King…” “T’Challa, yes we’ve met,” he bows his head respectfully towards T’Challa. “Right,” you huff, your head swimming a little as the two men size each other up, T’Challa rising to his feet to face Bucky.

“Right, and T’Challa… I mean King T’Challa, this is… this is my… this is Bucky.” You finally blurt out, your face flushing as you try to slow your heartbeat. “Her boyfriend.” Bucky growls, his eyes locked on T’Challa as he clasps his hand, shaking it with force. Your gaze whips to Bucky. Boyfriend? He’s my… your face splits in a doofus smile as you look up at him.

“Right.” T’Challa responds, raising an eyebrow at Bucky, “as your… uhh… boyfriend…” He suppresses a small laugh making Bucky grind his teeth and puff up his chest, “as he said, we’ve met before.” Bucky shifts uncomfortably as T’Challa smiles lovingly at you, throwing you a subtle wink that does not escape Bucky’s attention.

Bucky reacts, moving towards your bedside, he slips his hand in your hair, pulling your head to tilt up towards him, you feel a familiar heat form in your stomach at the delicious ferocity of his touch after so many days of him treating you like fragile porcelain. He stoops down and presses a passionate kiss to your lips, leaving you dazed and breathless when he is done. He draws back, nipping slightly at your lip as his fingers unlace from your hair. T’Challa shifts his gaze, made uncomfortable by the show of affection displayed in front of him.

“Right,” T’Challa begins, “As I was saying, Y/N, I am relieved to see you healing well and smiling once again.” He looks at Bucky, a look of pity pulling at his eyes, he sighs heavily leaning down to sweep one of your hands into his. You see Bucky tense beside you as T’Challa presses his lips to your hand, “Ulahla imbo yako ngopoyiyana. Be smart Sunflower, certainty can often be rediscovered where it was once found.” You smile softly at him as Bucky huffs beside you. T’Challa rises to his feet and moves towards the door, “Sargent Barnes” He says inclining his head respectfully to Bucky “Your Highness” Bucky bows slightly, showing deference as T’Challa exits.

Bucky immediately turns to you, eyeing you with a hurt expression, “You two know each other?” “Not well. I worked for him briefly about a year or two ago.” Bucky sighs, coming to sit at the foot of your bed. “It looked like you knew each other pretty well.” Bucky grumbles, not making eye contact with you.

“Buck, what’s wrong?” “You just never mentioned knowing him before and now suddenly he’s here checking on you and touching you like he’s known you all your life.” Bucky’s words spill quickly from his lips as his cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Buck, it’s nothing, he just wanted to check in on me.” “It’s just… it didn’t look like nothing… and what the hell was he saying to you, huh? Sunflower?” Bucky sneers, masking his anxiety with sarcasm.

You sigh heavily knowing the conversation is unavoidable. “Ok, first off, it may have meant something to him, but it meant nothing to me. In the interest of complete honesty, I went on a few dates with T’Challa in the past but nothing came of it and it’s a moot point Buck, because I love you.” Bucky’s face falls as he shrinks into himself, his shoulders slumping sadly as he sits on the bed.

“But he’s a King…” he whispers quietly, fear and hurt in his voice. You crawl forward from your seated position at the head of the bed, reaching for Bucky and wrapping your arms around his neck. “And you’re my boyfriend… apparently.” He smiles slightly, “Sorry, I know we haven’t talked about it… something just came over me, T’Challa… he just gets under my skin.” Bucky exhales slowly, speaking quickly to explain himself.

You kiss his cheek softly. “It’s ok, I liked the sound of it,” you smile, teasing him slightly, “You have nothing to worry about, I want you, no one else.” He nods slowly, turning his face to press his lips softly to yours. “I love you” he breathes, pressing his forehead to yours, letting his hands drift comfortably around your waist, his cold arm grazing your hot skin. “I don’t deserve you.” He whispers softly.  You kiss him again, deeply, your hands sliding through his hair as you pull him into you. Your lips move easily together as you press harshly into his kiss, your head swimming as his lips replace your need for oxygen.


“Are you ready?” Bucky picks up the folded blanket from your bed, finally your discharge papers had been filed and you were released back to your old bunk in the compound. “I’ve been held captive here for 2 weeks, I am more than ready.” “Well technically you were unconscious for one of those weeks, but that’s just details.” Stark laughs, teasing you as he walks into the room. 

“Sorry to interrupt love birds, Prince Charming, Cap needs you for a meeting, now.” “I’m in the middle of something Stark,” Bucky groans, “That’s why I’m here, I will take care of Snow White whilst you are away. I’ll be all the dwarves in one, just not Dopey, he’s completely incompetent.” Bucky sighs turning to you, 

“Go, I’ll be fine, I’m probably just gonna settle back in and go to sleep, come find me when you’re done.” “Sleepy is pretty counterproductive as well, so let’s nix him” “Are you sure?” Bucky asks, eyebrows raising. “Yeah, Stark’s got me and I feel absolutely fine. Go Buck, I got this.” Bucky turns towards Stark to hand him your duffle bag and blanket, 

“What’s that other terrible one? Sicky? Sleezy? Snotty?” “Sneezy, Tony.” Tony snaps his fingers nodding to you as Bucky raises his eyebrows, slowly backing out of the room, mouthing the words I’m sorry as he goes. “SNEEZY! He’s terrible. Absolutely useless.”


You feel a shift behind you as a cold pressure glides over your stomach. You rouse slightly, registering the warm weight of a figure behind you as you tense at the touch. “It’s just me doll, sorry, was trying not to wake you.” You relax, feeling Bucky’s breath on the back of your neck as he settles behind you, his arms sliding around you, pulling you close to him. “What did Steve want?” Bucky kisses your neck, his teeth pulling playfully at your skin, “Nothing that can’t wait till morning, go back to sleep love, we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” You breathe deeply and settle into Bucky’s body, letting his warmth envelope you as you drift back into sleep.

You feel yourself shiver as your eyes snap open, sensing Bucky’s absence behind you. You bolt upright in the bed, but before you can pull his name to your lips he responds from the dark, “I’m right here doll. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you… just… couldn’t sleep” Your eyes focus on his dark shadow blended in with the chair by your desk. “Bucky, baby, come back to bed.” He doesn’t move, just takes a deep breath and continues to sit there.

You make to move to get out of the bed and go to him, “Don’t… don’t get out of bed, not for me. I’m fine. I just had a nightmare.” “Buck… come back to bed, come talk to me about it.” “I can’t.” he whispers. “Love, you can tell me anything, just please, if you won’t let me get out of bed than you have to come over to me so I can kiss you.” He chuckles hollowly, rising to his feet and moving back to the bed beside you.

The light from your window catches his face, displaying the tear tracks carved down his cheeks. He reclines next to you, subtly wiping the marks from his face as you settle into his arms, wrapping your own tightly around him. You lay there in silence, your breath fanning into the crux of his neck, his breath catching every so often in his chest as his arms apply a steady pressure to your body, keeping you wrapped tightly against him.

“I can’t sleep… not since… not for 2 weeks.” Bucky starts, his voice wavering slightly, you stay quiet, gently gliding your fingers up and down his sweat stained chest, waiting for him to continue. “I know you’re alive, and you’re safe now. I am thankful for it every day. But there was this moment… these seconds… where I thought I had lost you forever. I will never forget that feeling… It… it was like I was suddenly untethered from the world. Every night I hear your scream, I hear you cry out my name, terrified, and there is nothing I can do to help you. I watch you fall, your scream ringing in my ears, then the worst part comes, the moment when I realized you were quiet, that I may have lost you.”

Silent tears stream down your face as you listen to Bucky speak in the darkness, your heart beating in your throat. “James…” You whisper, wriggling your body up so that you can force his gaze to meet yours. His breath steadies as he hears the pain in your voice, “It just takes time doll, it helps having you back here with me… It’s just… it’s gonna take time… I’m just so scared of losing you, to the Avengers, to Ward…” He pauses, hesitating over his next words, “To T’Challa.”

“Bucky, you have nothing to worry about.” You coo, rolling your body on top of his, coming to rest against his chest, his hands sliding up to your waist, as you nip at the stubble on his chin, “We are on the team together,” you suck forcefully on his neck, leaving a bruising mark on his pale skin, “Fuck Ward, we’ll kill him together.” Your hands knot in his shirt, making a small rip form at the apex of the v-neck, as you suck another bruising bite into his neck as he moans beneath you, his cock hardening against your thigh.

“And as for T’Challa,” you feel Bucky’s body stiffen beneath you at the name, “I don’t care, I don’t want him. I want you, I have wanted you from the first moment I spoke to you. Fuck, since applesauce Bucky. I always thought being in love was an exaggeration, that everyone was just full of it, meeting you, having you… wanting you… I finally get it, and if I have to remind you of it every day, I will.” Your hands forcefully rip down the center line of his shirt, exposing his bare chest to your hunting lips as you suck another mark onto his chest, just below the intersection of his metal arm.

“Y/N” He growls, hands riding up under your shirt, “If you’re so scared of losing me…” you tease, your lips forming into a delicious pout, “then take me.” He grabs you by the hair, dragging your lips to meet his, pressing your body flat against his as he flips you beneath him on the bed. His mouth drops down to your neck, biting into your flesh as he traces the same marks on your skin that you had just left on his. You moan beneath him, relishing in his ministrations.

“I want to make it so the only way you can think of me saying your name is through gasps of pleasure. That the only scream of mine that will remain in your mind is the scream of ecstasy that you pull from me.” You whimper in pleasure as Bucky’s biting finds its way to your nipple, treating the sleep shirt you were wearing similarly to how you treated his.

You roll your eyes at his dramatics as he kisses down your exposed chest, “What doll? Fair is fair, a shirt for a shirt.” He smirks, as he yanks down your shorts. Settling himself between your legs, he presses his tongue to your already slick core. “Jokes. On. You.” You breathe heavily as you squirm under the ministrations of his mouth on your slit, “That was your shirt.”

You laugh, your joyous sound quickly turning into a gasp as Bucky inserts two fingers inside of you, eliciting a reflexive thrust of your hips in pleasure. Your fingers lock into his hair as he continues to press his mouth against your heat, his forearms locking down on your hips as you squirm beneath him, building to your release. “I’m so close…” His mouth releases your clit, eliciting a hysterical moan as you dip off of your climb to climax.

“Bucky…” you whimper, begging. “Tell me you’re mine.” Bucky growls, his lips grazing your clit, his tongue poking through softly. “I’m yours Bucky,” you moan, thrashing beneath him. “Only yours, no one else’s, I love you. I want you. I need you. I’m yours.” “That’s right baby. That’s my girl” You moan at his words, and with the hurried speed of Bucky’s tongue against your clit you feel yourself crash into an orgasm, thrusting against the restraints of his arms as the waves crash over you, you come down slightly, whimpering your discontent when Bucky removes his fingers.

He moves quickly, sliding on top of you, and suddenly your whimper is turned into a guttural moan as his hard cock thrusts inside you. “My girl” he growls as his teeth nip at your neck. You clench around him as you ride the last few waves of your orgasm, he does not wait for you to finish as he slowly begins to slide in and out of you.

Your hips rise up energetically to meet him, the slapping of skin barely audible over the grunts and moans as you two slam together. Your arms wrap around him pulling him hard against your body as your fingers dig into his back, your body giving way once more to an orgasm.

With the high of the release, you set a foot for leverage and flip Bucky onto his back, coming to rest on top of him as you slide him back inside of you. You begin to move up and down on his cock, your fingers digging into his chest and shoulders to provide you with the leverage you need to reach your desired speed. Bucky matches your pace, grunting heavily as your bodies move in sync.

“Y/N… shit… I… fuck…” Your hand moves hurriedly to the headboard, fingers gripping on the wood to get better leverage as you split your legs slightly more, allowing Bucky to go deeper. “Bucky, baby… I’m soo… James!”


The headboard splinters in your hand as the waves of pleasure crash heavily on you, barely able to think or register what has happened as you clench on top of Bucky, your whole body tensing as you feel the full effect of your orgasm. With a few more thrusts, Bucky’s torso rises up to press against your chest, his arms wrapping tightly around you as his face buries in your chest, jerking against you as he experiences his own release.

“I love you.” He breathes heavily against you, his fingertips pressing hard against your skin as he brings you back down to the bed with him. You dislodge from his body as he helps you settle beside him. You become faintly aware of the splintered wood, now turned to pulp in your hand. You discard it quietly to the floor, adrenaline… you dismiss it easily Ikea, probably. You roll your eyes. Bucky’s arms snake once more around you as his lips graze across your forehead.

“Tell me again” you chime, smiling against his chest, as you calm down. “What? That I love you? That I care about you? That you mean the world to me and I could never imagine living in a world where I lost you? That every moment I spend with you makes me finally feel like I’m living rather than just being alive? That I thought I had lost myself until I met you?” He smirks down at you as you bite your lip, grinning, “Is that what you wanted?” You nod happily as you settle back into his arms.

He breathes softly above you, you feel his head rest on yours as he holds you closer. “I don’t… what if I can’t keep you safe… what if worse, I hurt you? I don’t deserve you, doll. I…” You move quickly from his hard hold, breaking from his arms with ease and sliding yourself up to be eye level with him. His eyes dart from yours, but your hand presses softly to his cheek, forcing his gaze back to yours as your other hand rests gently against his chest, fingers trailing soothingly over his skin.  

“I know you… every part of you… old and new.” You take a breath, pressing a kiss to his lips, pushing as much meaning behind the words as your lips can manage. “I trust you. Every part of you… old and new.” You kiss his forehead, your hand lovingly sliding into his hair, fingers gliding along his scalp, “I love you… Every part of you… Every inch. Every laugh. Every tear. Every smile… Every scar.” Your fingers dance along the scars connecting his metal shoulder to his chest, “Old and new.”

You kiss him again, softly, lovingly, pulling back to press your forehead to his, inhaling his scent, your comfort, “You are my everything James Buchanan Barnes, and I love you now, like I loved you yesterday, and like I will love you tomorrow and every tomorrow.” He presses his lips to yours, pulling you tightly against him as his kiss dazes you slightly, he pulls away to trail kisses along your neck, making you sigh as you whisper, “There is no one and nothing that will ever change that.”

To Find A Home - Part Twelve

Originally posted by bellamyblakesource

Summary: Clarke, Finn and Monty are missing, the Grounder army is coming, and Murphy puts his plan for revenge in motion.

Warnings: violence, character death, swearing

Word count: 5452

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A/N: Here you go, an extra long chapter to make up for the shortness of the last one. I hope you like it, and I would love it if you told me what you thought about it. Enjoy!

As a child, I used to believe in ghosts. The cabin next to the one I shared with my family had been empty for years due to an unsolved heating issue, but every night between one and three in the morning, I could hear a clanging sound come from within. No one knew what it was, not even my mother who, as an engineer and an insufferable know-it-all, always had an answer to everything.

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twelve days of shipping; dec. 25

Road Trip AU or Seemingly Unrequited Pining Trope

HELLO FELLOW JONSA FANS! I’ve been working on these stories and photos for a week and have completed some of them in time so I’ll probably be posting after the 12 days also. I don’t even know what this and it is so messy, I’m sorry. Hope you enjoy this! @jonxsansafanfiction

Surprise Road Trip

California is a beautiful place. The warm climate, perfect beaches, and the famous tourist sites is what I’ve been dreaming of since I was a little girl. Growing up in Winterfell, it was always snowing, no day was it hotter than 50 degrees. Luckily, on my 19th birthday party (which was two days ago), I got a yellow Volkswagen van. With this birthday present came a price, a road trip with my brother Jon. Of course, I accepted the offer and now I’m packing up for a road trip with Jon Snow. Never in my nineteen years of living have I thought of being alone with Jon. He was an interesting guy, real shy, always brooding, and whenever he smiled it was like a beam of sunlight hitting my eyes. The only time I’ve been alone with Jon is when Arya broke her leg and her room was full so I had to stay with Jon outside. It wasn’t awkward or boring, just weird. He’s my adopted brother, three years older than me, and a polar opposite of me.

“Sansa! Jon’s arriving in 20 minutes, you better get your shit packed and ass down here before then!” Robb shouted from beneath me and I groaned. “I’ll be done in ten!” I shout back and finish packing my last pair of shorts.

Finally, Jon arrives and I’m waiting on the porch. He gives me a shy smile, looking down at my backpack before turning to Robb. “What’s going on?” He asks and I look at the pair with wide eyes. “You didn’t tell him!” I shout at Robb and he smirks. “Technically, I didn’t. Quote, pack your shit, you’re going on a road trip.” He says, replying with a neutral tone. “Wait, so what’s going on?” Jon asks and I laugh sarcastically. “You’re joking?” I point at Robb and he simply looks at Jon then back to me. My hands fly to my hair before flipping it over my shoulder and standing up. “Well, there is no time to waste Johnny boy, we must get going.” I say before grabbing Jon’s arm and pulling him towards the car. Robb waves at us and Jon just stares at me with shock. I open the drivers door and signal him to enter. He gets in and nods his head before throwing his backpack to the backseat. I go ahead into the passenger seat and repeat his movements. “So, where are we going?” He asks while turning on his phone and opening Google Maps. “California.” I tell him and buckle my seatbelt. “It’s a long trip.” He says and I raise an eyebrow at him. “You have something to do?” I ask and he shakes his head no. “Good, off we go.”

It’s been two hours of low country music coming from the radio. Sadly, there’s no good radio stations on yet and there’s no bluetooth or aux cord. “Well, this is awkward.” Jon says and I stare at him. “Tell me something I don’t know.” I tell him and he keeps his eyes on the road. “There’s about six more hours for us to reach the motel.” He says and I roll my eyes. “Something not related to this car, something about you.” I tell him and start playing around with a string hanging off the chair. “I have never left Winterfell.” He says and I look back at him. “Me neither, now we can start some conversation.” I tell him and he looks at me quickly before facing the road. “Once father tried to make me feel like I was in a beach, he set up a pool and put it inside the house. It backfired though as when I got out of the pool, the air was super cold and I almost had a heart attack from the sudden temperature drop.” I say, smiling down at the memory of him. “I miss him.” He says and I frown. “I know. I’m sorry I’m such an ass to you.” He looks at me and smiles. “You’re not an ass, you just have one.” He says. I look at him and roll my eyes (something I do a lot around boys). “Will you forgive me?” I ask. “I don’t need to forgive you-“ “Forgive me.” “Fine, I forgive you.”

I suddenly felt dehydrated and licked my lips. “Good.” I smile and look to our front.

 “I do not believe you!” I shout and slap Jon’s arm. “Believe it.” He says nonchalantly and my jaw drops, leaving my mouth open for the flies. “You can’t be a virgin, you’re 21.” I tell him and he frowns. “Age doesn’t mean anything.” He says and I laugh. “Right. So when do you plan on losing it?” I ask him and he parks the car. “This conversation is done, we’ve arrived.” He argues and I cross my arms over my chest. “You’re such a prude.” I whisper and he rolls his eyes and walks out to check in to the motel. I start grabbing my phone and unplugging the charger. I grab my backpack and open the door before Jon comes out shaking his head.

“What’s wrong?” I ask and he groans. “There’s no space. We can sleep in the parking lot.” He mutters and I groan. He starts the car and I place everything back where it was. “So how are we going to sleep, there’s no space for us both to sleep separately in the back.” Jon says and I laugh. “Then we don’t sleep separately.” I respond and his eyebrows knit together. I ignore him and turn to go over the little department and into the back seat. I can feel Jon’s eyes burning into me and clumsily fall on to the seat. “Turn the car off, we don’t want to waste gas.” I say and he turns the car off and turns to repeat my same movement. “You sure?” He asks. “Yes, I am sure.” I tell him and he sits in the seat in the corner, getting as far from me as possible. I slip off my shoes and take my sweater off. “W-what are you doing?” He asks and I shrug. “It’s going to be hot.” I tell him and pat the seat next to mine. “You have to be against the seat, if not you’ll crush me.” I tell him. He hesitates before laying awkwardly, whole body pressed against the chair. I lay next to him, our feet close together and I can feel him breathing against my ear. He squirms and then turns around. I put my hands behind my head to act like a pillow and cross my legs. “You know it’s fine if we’re touching. We’re adults now, I don’t have cooties.” I tell him before poking his side. He stifles a laugh I can barely hear since his face is pressed into the chair. I squirm and move down till my feet are touching the door and Jon’s head was above mine. “Turn.” I tell him and he stays still. I repeat myself and get the same response. “Sansa, I don’t want to invade your privacy.” He whispers and I smile. He’s thinking of how I’m feeling. “I’m commanding you to turn, if I’m telling you to do something then your not passing any boundaries.” I say to him and he finally turns. His chin is above my head and his feet press against mine. His breathing was quick and I can’t help but laugh. “Are you nervous Jon?” I ask him teasingly and he moves his lips to my ear, his hot breath making me have goosebumps. “Are you?” He asks and bites my ear softly before laying back in his old position. My breath hitches and I turn towards him. “What did you just say?” I ask and he smiles. “What are you talking about?” He whispers. I can’t believe this. I decided to forget about this strange situation and close my eyes. Jon begins humming some song into my hair and I feel chills coming back. “Can you please stop doing whatever your doing.” I tell him and I can feel his smile. “Stop doing what?” He asks and I reach down, slapping his stomach. “Doing this?” He asks, grabbing my waist and turning me around. “What are you-”

I get interrupted, not by a finger or some cocky phrase, but by his lips. His warm soft lips press against mine and my heart begins to race. I ease in, closing my eyes and tasting the Monster (an energy drink) he had earlier. Our lips move perfectly in sync. It feels like forever even though it was only six seconds before I pull away, my eyes open slowly. “Do you want me to stop?” He asks and I smile. “I need sleep, you need sleep, lets sleep together.” I say and he laughs. “I’m taking that you mean literally sleeping.” He tells me before closing his eyes and shifting so that my head was against his chest and his hands were around my waist. “Good night, we’ve got a long, hot, and sweet trip ahead of us Sansa.”

Leo Fitz|| Dream

Originally posted by whatlighttasteslike


Set during 4x20 - Farewell, Cruel World!

Prompt: Seeing Fitz in the aftermath of waking up from The Framework is bad enough, but what happens whenever you’re forced to watch him walk away from you, to a woman who has done nothing but manipulate his heart? 

Song lyrics come from Today Has Been OK - Sleeping At Last

Tagged: @silveroccamy

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Superbat experiment????

Yo. So I got this idea-and I mean literally, it hit me in the face with a fucking wall-and I thought Beauty and the beast Superbat au.

Now I don’t know if this has been done yet or not, and I have no clue if I even got Bruce’s character right, but here ya go. Please tell me if I should continue this or not, cause I have the characters planned out and everything I’m just worried no one will like it.

Welcome to my experiment, piggies.

OH, before I forget. birdsgoflying is amazing and encouraged me to do this au because I, my fellow readers, am a fucking wimp.

Shocking, I know.

If I continue this, it will most likely have Birdflash and JonDami because they are OTPs of mine.

(Guys, the JonDami shouldn’t even be a surprise anymore, am I right? Oh, I’m terrible at humor, aren’t I?)


Once upon a time there was a prince.

His name was Bruce Wayne.

He was a suspicious person by nature, but had a warm and overflowing heart, as he had taken in multiple children.

He had heard rumors of a witch dressed as a beggar who comes during storms and curses those in power, including the young.

So when a beggar woman appeared at his doorsteps during a terrible storm, offering a single rose in return for shelter, he sent his loyal butler Alfred to send her away, scared for those he cared for.

He had lost his own parents in a bandit attack and feared losing anyone again.

She refused to leave, so he went out himself, making sure Alfred was with the young ones.

She offered the single rose, and his heart beated like a drum.

The rumors also said that she offered a petty object that can be gotten almost anywhere in the region.

She was the witch.

Bruce said no, ready to close the door.

Be careful, she said, a cruel sparkle in her eyes. Beauty is found within.

Bruce once again said no and turned when her old, strong hand landed on his shoulder.

He glanced over his shoulder and there she stood, only she was growing. She grew and grew until she was as tall as a willow tree, and her dress the branches.

Bruce fell to his knees, fear for those inside overtaking his mind. Please, forgive my arrogance. he begged.

Bruce was a proud man, a talented warrior, but he had no defense against magic.

His family was in danger. He could only hope she felt merciful.

She smiled, red lips lifting into a macabre grin against snow white skin. You need to learn humility, she told him, long wand touching his dark hair. I think being a beast shall teach you.

Please. Spare my family. Take me, but, please, Bruce lowered his head, accepting his fate but still fighting for those he loved. Do not punish them for my sins.

She pretended to think even as he writhed in agony at her feet, fur sprouting and bones changing. … No, she finally replied to his plea. No, I don’t think I shall. After all, offspring take after their parents, don’t they? They also have to learn.

Please, Bruce gasped through blood. Please.

She ignored him and stepped with unnatural grace into his home.

Bruce lifted his head and the last thing he saw was his terrified family watching as the witch descended upon them like a vengeful ghost.

Contradictory Feelings (Spider!Prompto x Reader)

Character: Prompto Argentum (Spider!Prompto)

Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV & Spiderman

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Crossover, AU, Spidey AU

Title: Contradictory Feelings


Summary: Ever since he became Spiderman, Prompto is worried that something might happen to Y/N even though he has the biggest crush on her and wants to tell her everything, but that will put her in more danger.

A/N: Ever since I started watching Marvel’s Spiderman, the one in which Robbie Daymond (Prompto’s English VA) plays Peter Parker, I wanted to write an imagine with Spider!Prompto because reasons, inspired by the amazing Spidey AU by @destiny-islanders (love your blog!). Also, I’m posting this because today is the sunshine boy’s birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PROMPTO! <3

Prompto was definitely acting strangely lately. Whether it had anything to do with me or not, I couldn’t quite tell. All I knew was that one moment he was extremely clingy and the other very absent and distant. He kept contradicting himself, it seemed as though he had an inner struggle he couldn’t get over.

And there he was at it again, taking a picture of me with his camera. Even though he had barely said a word in the entire afternoon despite the fact that we were hanging out and taking a walk around Manhattan.

I gave him a strange look, raising an eyebrow. He held my glance with an innocent smile and chuckled awkwardly.

I had enough, putting up with his odd behavior. It had been almost a week now, and I was fed up with it! I stopped walking, forcing him to do too.

“What’s with you lately, Prom?” I asked, adamantly crossing my arms over my chest.

“N-nothing!” He absently saved his camera in his pocket and bashfully scratched the back of his head. “What’re you talking about?”

“There’s something going on with you” I gave him an intense glance. “And I wanna know what”

His blue eyes suddenly widened in panic, and he urgently took me by the arm and pulled at it to get me closer to him.

“Can you not stand so close to the edge of the sidewalk?” He made a face, letting go of my arm when he realized he was still holding on to it. “You’re making me nervous!”

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enough for now (jane/kurt fanfic + #bspromptchallenge)

project: @blindspothiatusproject 30 day gif/fanfic prompt challenge

day 9. betrayal/lies/trust


enough for now

He appeared around the corner just as she was closing the fridge door and she jumped, her hand flying to her chest.

“Jesus, you scared me,” she said, setting her glass down on the counter. “I didn’t hear you.”

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The first time he see’s you it’s just a glimmer, it’s not even your face, just the back of your head. What he does see is the smile on Roy’s face. It’s the middle of the night and the two of you stand side by side, on top of a crummy roof, in the middle of the dirtiest part of Gotham.

Even from Jason’s place on the ground he notices how you don’t belong here. Your nails are well kept, and covered with a thick layer of nail polish. The middle finger studded with diamonds. He notices that your jacket is made of real leather, not the fake stuff he and Roy wear.

But somehow Roy’s smile buys you both some more time. So Jason ignores the fact that there’s a robbery happening halfway across town, and pulls out another cigarette. 

He’ll call him down when his cigarette is gone.

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