needs to stay out of my business

[ stayover ]

pairing; seventeen s.coups x reader

genre; smut, dom!seungcheol, over-stimulation, tied up

synopsis; your parents had to settle business affairs overseas, and they’d be gone for three days. they didn’t trust you to stay out of trouble alone, so they dropped you off at seungcheol’s, expecting him to take good care of you for those three days. seungcheol couldn’t contain his needs anymore at this point of time — so he did what he had been wanting to do for months.

word count; 2090 words

✎a/n; oh god what did i just write i need holy water // this is my first time writing hardcore smut so please excuse parts that aren’t smooth-flowing! hope you guys enjoyed this ;)

“Seriously, Mom. I don’t need to be sent anywhere!” you deadpanned. “Three days? I could stay alive for those 72 hours!”

“Really, can you?” your mother sighed, stuffing her last few pieces of needed clothing into her luggage. “The last time I remembered, you nearly burnt down our house and the neighbors had to call us and we spent a shitload of money on that overseas phone call.”

You grumbled. “It’s not exactly my fault that the stove decided to get possessed on that day.”

“Anyway, you’ll stay at Seungcheol’s place for the time being,” your father told you, walking down the stairs while carrying his luggage. “You two are close, so it’ll be fun.”

Your mindset changed almost immediately. Staying at Seungcheol’s place wouldn’t be that bad. You thought they were going to get some babysitter to babysit you. 

“Fine,” you relented. 

“Go get your belongings,” your mother said. “We’ll be leaving at 6 to drop you off first.”

“Wait, I’m not sending you guys off at the airport?” you asked quizzically.

“Nope. Our other business partners will be there, so I don’t think it’d be comfortable for you.”

“Oh, okay then. It’ll just be awkward if I went,”  you cut in, and your mother nodded.

You let out a tired a sigh, before going upstairs to your room to pack some clothes. You then changed out of your homewear into more decent-looking clothes, aka a pullover and jeans.

You slung your backpack over your shoulder and went downstairs after you were done, and it was 5:55pm. How precise.

“You ready?” your parents asked you.


The three of you headed out, and your father started the car, driving off to Seungcheol’s place which was a fifteen-minute drive away.

After arriving at Seungcheol’s place, your father got off the car with you while your mother stayed inside. 

The both of you walked up to the front door, and your father knocked thrice. The door opened almost immediately. 

“Hello, Mr. Y/SN,” Seungcheol greeted politely. Your father smiled and greeted him back.

“Take good care of Y/N, alright? We’ll be back to pick her up in a few days,” your father said. 

“Of course,” Seungcheol assured. With that, you bid your father goodbye and waved to your mother who was still in the car, and entered Seungcheol’s house. 

It was exactly the same as the last time you came — still clean and neat. 

“C’mon,” Seungcheol said, nodding towards the stairs. “You can go park your stuff in your room.”

You smiled. “Yeah.”

You had been at his place so many times, it’s like your second home. You knew every nook and cranny well, and you’ve stayed over so often that you basically claimed the guest room as yours. 

You soon noticed the absence of his parents.

“Where’s your parents?” you asked as you went upstairs, trailing behind Seungcheol. 

“Overseas for this whole month,” he told you. “For work.”


He followed you to your room, and leaned on the door frame as you went in and put your bag on your bed. 

“Hey, can I take a quick shower?” you asked. “I haven’t bathed today.”

“Of course,” Seungcheol shrugged. “The shower downstairs is kinda broken, though. You’re gonna have to use the one in my room.”

“Sure,” you said easily, grabbing a loose T-shirt and shorts out of your backpack, trying to hide your undergarments in between them so that Seungcheol wouldn’t see it.

You brushed past Seungcheol and walked briskly to his room, getting into the bathroom and locking the door. 

You took a quick warm shower, relishing the warm water flowing down your skin. You quickly shampooed and soaped yourself, before rinsing off and drying yourself. You pulled on your white t-shirt which hung loosely around your body, and your black shorts.

You stepped out of the shower and ruffled your damp hair with a towel in an attempt to dry it. 

“Seungcheol?” you called out randomly, but to your surprise, there was no reply. He’s probably downstairs, you thought.

After a few minutes of drying your hair, you hung the wet towel on the rack on the toilet wall. You walked towards the door of the room, but before you could get out, Seungcheol barges in, making you stumble a few steps backwards in surprise. 

“Jesus Christ,” you sputtered. “What is it?”

Seungcheol slammed the door shut behind him, making you flinch. What the hell?

“Ar-Are you mad?” you asked cautiously, confused. You just bathed, what the heck was going on?

You looked up at Seungcheol, and that was when you noticed the aura in his eyes. His usually soft eyes were now filled with dark lust. 

You became a nervous wreck. You could easily tell what was going on now. He wanted you. No doubt, you yourself had been having dirty fantasies about you and Seungcheol, too. You had imagined what it would be like you have Seungcheol all over you, his cock slamming in and out of you as you screamed his name. You two have been extremely close since young, but it never got anywhere. You liked him way more as a friend, but nothing was ever said about that, and you had been doing a fairly good job at pretending you felt nothing for him.

Seungcheol’s breathing was heavy. You eyed him hesitantly.


“I’m so sorry, but I can’t hold it back anymore,” he grumbled. Before you could comprehend what he said, he swiftly closed in on you. You let out a surprised yelp as he caged you against the wall, his muscular arms on both sides of you. 

“What the hell, Seungcheol?!” you exclaimed. He smirked. 

“Language, babe,” he purred. 

You placed your palms on his chest as you attempted to push him off, but to no avail. This wasn’t right, you kept telling yourself.

“Seungcheol, get back,” you told him, pushing him once again. In one swift move, he grabbed both your wrists, pinning them onto the wall by your side. 

“Don’t tell me this isn’t what you want,” he says in a low tone, sending shivers down your spine. 

“It isn’t,” you affirmed, keeping your voice as steady as possible.

“Your body says otherwise, baby,” he husked. 

You knew he was right. Your knees were already becoming weak, and you were clenching your thighs together to hold down the arousal you were feeling. 

You didn’t respond, you just tried freeing your arms from his grip. That only resulted in him holding onto you tighter, his nails almost digging into your skin, and you knew it was going to leave marks.

“Let go off me, I swear,” you said sternly, wriggling your arms. 

“Don’t try to act innocent now, Y/N.” Seungcheol leaned in to my ear. “Hiding your fantasies in your unlocked phone isn’t a very safe idea.”


“That’s an invasion of privacy!” you retorted. 

“You know you want this,” Seungcheol whispers seductively into your ear, totally ignoring whatever you said. He loosened his grip on one of your wrists, and you took that chance to pull away from him, escaping from the cage between him and the wall.

You were sweating now, your knees wobbly from how turned on you were. You were extremely horny and needy. But you knew this wasn’t right. 

Seungcheol slowly turns to face you, who was now a panting mess. 

He grins. “Looks like I have to tie you up so that you won’t run.”


He takes two large strides towards you and pushes you down onto the bed, easily holding both your wrists in one hand. Struggling did nothing but drain your energy. He grabs rope from under his bed and coils them around your wrist before tying it to the headboard. 

“Fuck, Seungcheol!” you exclaimed. “Untie me!”

“No can do, princess,” Seungcheol says, hovering over you. “You haven’t been a good girl.”

You gulped. Seungcheol went right for your neck, sucking on your skin as you bit your lips, holding back the moans which threatened to spill out from your mouth. He grabs your thin shirt and rips it, throwing it aside. He unclasps your bra too, and it joins your shirt on the floor.

His hand slithered down to your shorts, swiftly removing it. His fingers rubbed against your clothed heat, immediately feeling the moisture. You whimpered, feeling him smirk against your skin.

“So wet already, huh?” he teased, pushing your panties aside as he forced two digits into you without warning.

You let out a yelp, your back arching. “Fuck! Seungcheol, please!” you cried out. 

Seungcheol’s lips leaves your skin as he sits up, a satisfied grin plastered on his face. “Please what?”

You groaned loudly as he quickened his pace, his long, slender fingers pushing in and out of you like there’s no tomorrow. 

You cummed and Seungcheol pulls his fingers out of you, which were now coated with your juices. He licks them clean.

“You taste heavenly.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling utterly empty already. Your tied up hands fumbled around for something to hold onto, but when there was nothing, you clenched your fists together instead. Seungcheol sat there, smirking, staring.

“Seu-Seungcheol,” you rasped. “Don’t fucking stop like that.”

Seungcheol grins. “I thought you didn’t want it.” His fingers ghosted over your naked body. 

“Well, now I do,” you said. 

“You what?” he teases again, and you pressed your thighs against each other, trying to create friction. 

“I fucking want you, Seungcheol!” you shout out, desperate for his touch at your throbbing clit.

Seungcheol smirks. “Now that’s a good girl. But you’re going to have to be patient.”

His fingers goes back to your heat, and he plays around with your entrance. You whimpered. “Please.”

“So nice to see you so vulnerable like this,” he grins. “Literally begging for me.”

He removes his shirt and shorts, pulling down his underwear. His large member springs out, already hard. He positions it in front of your mouth before pushing it in. His cock hits the back of your mouth, and you gag. The vibrations made him let out a moan. 

“Fuck, yes, just like that,” he growled, his hand fisting in your hair as he continued thrusting in your mouth. You felt his cock twitch, and his seeds spilled out into your mouth. You choked.

“Swallow it all, baby,” he orders, and you do. The bitter aftertaste wasn’t pleasant.

“Good girl,” he compliments. “Now let’s get to business.”

You eagerly nod as he positions himself at your entrance, before slamming into you at full force. There was no time to slowly get used to his size. Seungcheol repeatedly thrusted into you, his member hitting your g-spot every single time. You let out a loud strangled moan, your back arching as your arms clawed at nothing but air. You wanted so desperately to free yourself so that you could touch him. 

Seungcheol started sucking on your sweet spot again, not slowing down his pace.

“FUCK!” you cried, your orgasm hitting you like a wave. However, Seungcheol was far from being done. He continued.

After what felt like an eternity, Seungcheol cummed again inside of you, and you were suddenly aware of the fact that he wasn’t wearing a condom. Lucky you were on the pill. 

Seungcheol pulled out of you, and you tried to control your ragged breathing. You were extremely sensitive, and you felt like you were seeing stars. 

“C-can you untie me now?” you stuttered unsteadily. Two orgasms in a row was not easily to handle for you. 

Seungcheol shakes his head. “My baby can handle one more, right?”

You widen your eyes. Seungcheol places his mouth right in front of your entrance as his tongue teasingly flicks in and out. You moan. 

“No more, please,” you beg. “I can’t take anymore.”

“Sure you can,” he says, pressing his tongue flat on your heat, giving it a long lick. You cried out, whimpering from the immense pleasure. 

Seungcheol stuck three digits in this time, and started pumping. Your legs struggled to keep themselves still and your body jolted as Seungcheol increased his pace quickly. 

“How does my baby like this, huh?” he says, and your response was a loud scream of his name. Seungcheol smiles smugly. “No one else can make you scream like that.”

You came for the third time, and this time you could really no longer feel your body. Seungcheol unties your wrists, and you let them fall limply to your sides as you curled up into a ball.

“That must’ve hurt, sorry,” Seungcheol says apologetically, noticing the harsh red marks on your skin. He was back to his usual caring self. 

You shook your head, smiling lightly  although you were dead-tired. Seungcheol grabs the sheets and pulls them over you, before lying beside you. 

“Sweet dreams, princess,” he coos, wrapping you in a tight hug. 

Aftercare tomorrow was gonna be long. 

requests or asks // masterlist

the next week

Hi friends,

I am going to be really, really busy over the next week with grading - it’s that time of the semester - and it’s a crapton of work that I really, really want to get done before ACOWAR comes out. This means that I won’t be on tumblr very much, basically so that I can revert back to living on tumblr once I receive and read ACOWAR.

Also, I’m pretty annoyed at spoilers already. And people’s attitudes towards them. But that’s another issue. Either way, I need to stay away from the fandom a bit more.

I’ll still check my inbox, I’ll still respond to messages, questions, comments, whatever. I just won’t be as present as I usually am. And I’ll still post some scheduled things and my ACOWAR exchange fic in a couple of days - it’s an OT3, that’s all I’m saying.

I have created another blog for the purposes of messaging with friends, while staying away from my dash/notifications/inbox/etc. - if you really feel the need for that blog url, send me a message.

I love you all so still send me your thoughts if you have any, or any ranting you need to do, or advice you’d like, and I’ll check at least once a day. <3

Touché // j.j.

You can’t pin point when. Somewhere between the steady typing and the flipping of pages, between the constant supply of french fries and chocolate milkshakes, between the occasional eye contact and the brief smiles. Somewhere between the hours of three and seven o'clock, you fell.

To be specific, you fell in love with Jughead Jones, Riverdale’s resident tall dark and handsome, at least, in your opinion.

It started one afternoon when Pop’s was busier than usual, every booth and table full except one.

“Do you…do you mind if I sit?” You ask, rocking slightly on the balls of your feet. “Everywhere else is full.”

You expect him to say no; he is, after all, Jughead Jones, and this is, after all, Riverdale, probably the smallest town in the world and everyone at least knew of everyone else, and you definitely know of Jughead and his preference to being alone, especially when he’s writing.

Jughead ceases his typing, locking eyes with you. He glances around the diner, almost surprised at how many people were in it.

“I’m not the best conversationalist,” he says, looking back at you, “I can’t promise anything good.”

This surprises you, you expected a flat out no or for him to even just ignore you.

“I’m not looking for conversation,” you say, shrugging, “just somewhere to sit and read my book while enjoying a milkshake.”

“Depends,” he smirks, folding his hands in front of his laptop, “what flavor milkshake?”

“The best one of course,” you smile back, “chocolate.”

Jughead smiles, actually smiles, and nods.

“Yeah, yeah you can sit,” he says.

You thank him, sliding into the booth and setting your bag next to you. You pull out your book, thanking the waiter as he set down your milkshake.

“Oh, I’m Y/N by the way,” you say, stirring the drink a bit.

“I know.”

You raise your eyebrows, tilting your head to the side.

“You know who I am?”

You remind yourself again that this is Riverdale, probably the smallest town in the world, where everyone knows everyone.

“I know more than you think,” he smiles.

“You take this dark and mysterious thing seriously don’t you?”

“I thought you weren’t looking for conversation?” He raises an eyebrow, half a smirk on his face.

“Touché,” you say, opening your book and settling into the plush seating, sipping occasionally at your milkshake.

This continues for days. Regardless of whether Pop’s is bursting at the seems or it’s just you and him, you always sit together. The two of you sit in that booth, you with a book in one hand and a milkshake in another and Jughead with his laptop on the table and fries next to it.

“You know,” Jughead says one day, fingers still whizzing across the keyboard, “you can sit somewhere else if you want.”

“And ruin the work we’ve been doing?” You smile, “I’m good.”

He stops typing, you feel his eyes on you.

“And what work are we doing exactly?”

“Bonding, Jug,” you say, turning the page.

“Is this what bonding is?”

You look up at him, shrugging.

“What would you call it?”


Weeks pass, the time you spend at Pop’s growing from a one or two hours into several, your time together stretching into early dusk.

“Hey Jug?” You ask quietly one day, closing your book for once.

He notices, he stops typing, he even half way closes the top of his computer.

“What’s up?”

“How’d you know who I was?” You ask, stirring your milkshake. “That first day…you said you knew who I was before I told you. How?”

“This is Riverdale,” he says, “I think it’s physically impossible to not know someone in this town.”

Jughead opens his mouth to continue, then closes it. You can see the wheels turning in his head.

“I notice things, I notice people,” he resumes finally, “I notice when people are different and you’re different. A good different, but different.”

With that, he raises the lid of his laptop, eyes focusing back on the screen.

“You noticed me?”

He looks back up at you, a smile on his face.

“Course I did.”

When you get to Pop’s one day about a week later, Jughead’s not there, Archie is.

“Oh um…hi,” you say, stopping short in front of the booth.

“Hey, Y/N right?” He asks, motioning for you to sit.

You do.

“Yeah, that’s um…” you shift your weight slightly, feeling uncomfortable, “that’s me.”

“Sorry, this must be awkward,” Archie says with a smile, “I’m Archie.”

“Yeah, I know who you are,” you say before you can stop yourself.

Archie’s eyebrows scrunch up slightly in confusion.

“Sorry, that sounded weird,” you rush, “I just mean, you’re a sophomore on varsity football, the whole school knows who you are.”

Archie smiles a bit, nodding.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” he shrugs, “anyway, Jughead sent me.”

You feel your shoulders relax involuntarily, leaning back into the seat.


“He had to stay after school, make up a test or something,” Archie explains, “he told me to come tell you that he’d be here though, just a bit late.”

You smile.

“Thanks Archie,” you nod, “that’s really nice.”

“Anytime,” the boy replies, smiling, “look uh…this may sound super weird but um…you and Jughead…is that anything more th-”

“No,” you cut him off, shaking your head, “no we’re…we’re just friends. At least…I think we’re friends. We just…we sit together and we do our own thing. That’s all.”

“I know Jughead, that’s definitely a friendship,” he smiles, “okay, I gotta head back to practice before I’m missed but yeah, he’ll be here.”

With another smile he scoots out of the booth.

“Archie,” you stop him, looking up at his face, “look um…god this is going to sound crazy but…is Jughead…is he seeing anyone o-or som-”

“No,” Archie cuts you off with another smile on his face, “he was, for a bit but…not anymore. Do you like him?”

You’re surprised by his bluntness, your eyes widening a bit.

“I uh…n-no I was just curious,” you shake your head, pulling your book out of your bag, “you better get to practice, don’t want coach to bench you.”

Archie smiles again, always with the smiling, and walks out of the door just as Jughead walks in.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” he says, sitting down across from you.

“I didn’t know we had a set schedule,” you smirk, tilting your head slightly, “nice of you to send your friend though.”

Jughead looks at you, a sarcastic smile on his face.

“Didn’t want you to think I stood you up,” he says, pulling out his laptop.  

“Don’t you have to be on a date to get stood up?” You ask, sipping at your milkshake as Pop places a basket of fries in front of Jughead.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” he replies, shrugging.

“So are you telling me that these are dates?”

This time you surprise yourself with your own bluntness, and Jughead as well. He recovers quickly though, the shock on his face only evident for a few brief moments.

“You tell me.”

There it is, his smile, his actual smile. Not a smirk, not some no effort half smile, an actual, full blown, Jughead smile.

Looking back on it, you think that’s when you first knew, when you first realized that you were falling for him.

The rest of the night is spent in silence, well, besides the sound of Jughead’s typing and your book pages begin turned.

You arrive at Pop’s the next day to see Jughead already sitting at the booth, typing furiously. That didn’t surprise you. What did surprise you, however, is the chocolate milkshake already sitting on the table in front of your side of the booth.

“I didn’t see you at school today,” you say, sitting down, “did you skip?”

“Yeah, yeah I um…” he pauses, finishing the sentence he’s typing before looking at you, “I got here this morning because I forgot one of my notebooks and I sat down to finish this paragraph I was on and uh…next thing I knew it was one o'clock in the afternoon so I…figured I’d just stay here.”

“Archie asked me if I knew where you were,” you say, “he came up to me during lunch and asked if I knew if you were sick or not.”

“What did you say?”

“The truth,” you reply, “that I didn’t know.”

Jughead nods, looking back down at his computer screen.

“Jug?” You ask, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.

He continues to type, oblivious to your calls of his name.

“Juggie!” You exclaim, finally drawing his attention.

“Sorry, got caught up in the story,” he shakes his head, “what’s up?”

“What’s going on with you?” You ask, sliding your book off to the side. “You seem…I dunno, off.”

“Sorry just um…a lot of stuff on my mind I guess,” he says, shrugging.

“About Jason or…other things?” You ask.

“It’s nothing important.”

“Juggie,” you say softly, sliding your hand across the table to touch his arm, “if it’s bothering you this much, it’s important. You can talk to me, always.”

“We’re friends right?” He asks, closing his computer all the way.

“Yeah, yeah course we are Jug,” you nod, “please, tell me what’s going on.”

And he does, he tells you everything. About his parents splitting up, about his dad being part of the serpents, about his mom taking his sister and leaving, about living at the drive in, about living at the school, everything. And you let him talk, you let him go on for as long as he needs with no interruption, just listening.

“Sorry if that’s a lot but um…I needed to get that stuff off my chest,” he finishes, taking a deep breath, “thanks though.”

“Come stay with me,” the words are out of your mouth before you even think them through, but you don’t take them back, “seriously Jug, my dad’s away on business and my mom won’t care, we’ve got room.”

“No Y/N I can’t expect that from you I do-”

“Juggie, you’re my best friend,” you say, cheeks burning slightly, “please, let me do this for you.”

Jughead looks down, staring your hand touching his, both of your fingers practically intertwined on top of the table.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” He asks after a minute or two silence, looking around the diner, “I don’t want to be any trouble.”

“I’m absolutely positive it’s okay,” you reply, catching his gaze, “but I’m not going to force you.”

“As long as you’re sure,” he says, nodding, “I’d really like to not live under the stairs like Harry Potter.”

You were right, your mom doesn’t care, she even convinces your dad that it’s okay for Jughead to stay with you, and after three weeks of it, you’re convinced it is the single best idea you’ve ever had.

The two of you still spend most of your time at Pop’s, something about the neon lights and plush seating and the constant supply of chocolate milkshakes makes you feel more at home than you do at your actual house. Or maybe Jughead does. Maybe Jughead makes you feel like you’re home.

“Do you ever wonder how some people end up with the worst luck?” He asks one day, eyes never leaving his computer screen as he chews on this thumb nail.

The two of you are going on four hours at Pop’s that day, and you notice that Jughead has barely written anything.

“Are we talking about Jason?” You ask gently, closing the book you were reading and placing it on the table.

“We’re talking about everyone,” he says cryptically, “how some people are born with everything they could ever want available on a silver platter and others are born with nothing, but somehow the golden boy ends up with the worst kind of luck.”

Jughead rarely ever spoke directly about Jason Blossom, you knew by now how to read between the lines of his novel-ish tone of voice.

“I think that it doesn’t matter what you’re born into,” you reply, “I think what matters is the choices we decide to make throughout our lives, and that that’s how we end up with good or bad luck, by the choices we make and by how we live our lives.”

“He never had to make a choice though,” Jughead exclaims, closing his laptop and sliding it out of the way, “that’s the thing, he never in his life had to make one choice for himself and somehow he still ended up murdered.”

His bluntness surprises you, this being one of a few times he directly tells you he’s talking about Jason.

“He did make choices, Jug,” you explain calmly, “everyday, just like you and me. He made the choice to let his parents give him whatever he wanted, he made the choice to follow that stupid book Chuck made up, he made the choice to be with Polly regardless of what his parents said, he made the choice to try and fake his own death so he could be with her without fear of them, he made hard choices, some of them more tough than you and I will ever make in our entire lives.”

Jughead stares at you, and for a minute you think he’s going to get up and leave.

But then he grabs his computer, mumbling a quick thank you under his breath and he begins to type furiously.

That night you’re laying on your bed, Jughead in the guest room across the hall and you can’t help but feel like he’s a million miles away.

You can’t sleep. Grabbing your phone, you squint at the brightness before you’re able to turn it down, looking at the clock.

2:37 am

“He’s probably asleep,” you whisper to yourself as you unlock the device, fingers moving almost on autopilot to Jughead’s message thread.

Can’t sleep, you awake?

You lay the phone on your stomach, staring up at the dark ceiling and willing your body to sleep. The vibration of the device pulls you out of your thoughts.

You okay?

You smile, two simple words causing happiness to bubble up in your stomach.

Yeah, just can’t seem to sleep.

You want to come talk?

If you don’t mind.

You’re always able to come talk to me.

You don’t reply, instead you get up out of your bed, quietly opening your door and then closing it behind you. You take three quick steps across the hallway, opening and closing Jughead’s door as quietly as you did your own.

“Hey,” you say softly, standing in front of the door.

Jughead props himself up on his elbows, the first thing you notice is the lack of a grey beanie upon his head.

“Hey,” he says back in the same tone, “you okay?”

Those two words again, this time sounding even better as you can hear him say it in his own voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you reply, pushing some hair behind your ear nervously.

Why are you nervous? You ask yourself as Jughead motions for you to come join him. It’s only Juggie.

You slide under the covers, but only because the room is cold, and you’re next to him, but only because it’s his room, and his arm is around your shoulders, but only because he’s a good friend and he wants to comfort you.

“Why can’t you sleep?” He asks, rubbing his eye with one hand.

“Did I wake you up?” You ask.

“No I was working on my book,” he explains, pointing at the computer on the bedside table, “don’t change the subject.”

“I dunno…overthinking I guess,” you reply, shrugging a bit.

“About what?”

“Everything I suppose,” you say, “about how if Pop’s wasn’t full that one day or if I had decided not to go then we probably wouldn’t have ever met. About how if I hadn’t continued to sit there we probably wouldn’t have become best friends, about what Archie sa-”

“Archie?” Jughead cuts you off. “What about Archie?”

You curse yourself silently. You didn’t mean to say anything about Archie.

“Nothing, nothing,” you reply quickly, but the look on Jughead’s face told you that he wasn’t going to let it go, “okay um…back that one day when you sent him to Pop’s to tell me that you were going to be late uh…he said that you had been seeing someone but that you weren’t anymore and I was…I guess I was just thinking about who it could’ve been.”

He’s silent, more silent than you’ve ever experienced with the many months of knowing him. Minutes pass, they feel like hours. Finally, you decide to break the silence.

“Juggie?” You whisper.

“Sorry I um…” he shakes his head, raven colored hair flying everywhere, “why were…why were you thinking about that?”

“Curious, I guess,” you explain, “sorry if that seems intrusive or weird or whatever bu-”

“No no it’s…it’s okay,” Jughead replies, wrapping his arm around your shoulders a bit tighter, “it…it was Betty. We had a thing for a few weeks but in the end we decided we were better off as friends.”

“A few weeks?”

“Before I met you, we stopped about two days before that day at Pop’s”

“And are you?”

“Am I what?”

“You and Betty, are you better off as friends?”


You nod, falling into silence once again.

This time Jughead breaks it.

“Look I’m not…I’m not good at this whole feelings thing,” he says, “Betty was the first girl I ever really had those types of emotions for but it wasn’t…it wasn’t what I’m supposed to feel. Or rather what I want to feel.”

“Do you know what you want to feel?” You ask, tilting your head up to look at his face.

He looks almost angelic in the pale light streaming through the semi-closed blinds.


“Do you know anyone that makes you feel like that?”


The answer comes quick, almost too quick.


Another pause.

“I can’t say.”

Your stomach drops on slightly, but enough for your to feel it nonetheless.


“It’s not that I don’t want to,” he rushes, running one of his hands through his hair, “it’s just that I don’t really know how to.”

“You’re a writer, Jug,” you say, “I know you’ll figure out how to tell her. You’re good with words.”

“Not when it comes to these kinds of words,” he laughs lightly, “I don’t want to mess up.”

“Don’t psych yourself out,” you encourage, regardless of the weight on your heart, “maybe you don’t need your words this time, maybe actions is the way to go. I believe in you, I know you’ll figure it out.”

Jughead finally looks at you, dark hair falling in front of his face as it’s still free of the infamous crown beanie.

“Actions?” He repeats.

“Yeah, you know what they say,” you smile, “actions speak louder than words.”

He blinks a few times, it’s almost like you can see the thought processing through his brain.

And then suddenly his hands are cupping your face and his lips are on top of yours, your eyes closing as if they had minds of their own. You’re shocked, who wouldn’t be, but it only takes a fraction of a moment for your mind to kick into gear and then your kissing him back, one hand on his shoulder and the other on the back of his neck.

If I’m dreaming I hope I never ever wake up.

He pulls away too soon for your liking, both your chests rising and falling little faster than usual.

“That thing you said about actions,” he says breathlessly, “I believe it.”

You smile wide, Jughead pressing his forehead against yours.

“You were talking about me?” You ask, still a bit shocked.

Jughead nods a few times, a smile on his face as well.

“I like you, Y/N,” he finally says, “I know that’s not poetic or artistic or anything like that but I just…I don’t have any other words. I really like you.”

You think your face is going to split in half by the giant smile you can’t keep off your face.

“Juggie,” you bite your bottom lip lightly, shaking your head, “god I can’t even tell you how much I’ve been wanting you to say that.”

Jughead’s smile widens and you swear the room brightness a bit.

“I’m really glad you couldn’t sleep tonight,” he whispers, laughing quietly.

“Me too,” you smile even wider, if that’s possible, “Juggie I’m…I’m really really happy right now.”

“God I am too,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “do you maybe want to have dinner with my friends tomorrow? I know they’re going out after the game, I can finally introduce you, properly too.”

“Ooh, dinner with the friends,” you say sarcastically, “I don’t know, you think our relationship is ready for that? We’ve only been together all of five minutes.”

Jughead laughs and you shush him, the two of you falling silent to make sure your parents were still asleep.

“My dad will kill you if you wake him up and he finds us like this,” you whisper, shaking your head, “but in all seriousness, do you think it’ll be awkward for Betty? I don’t want to cause any trouble or anything I know you guys ar-”

“Y/N,” he stops your rambling, a soft smile on his face, “it’ll be fine. Betty and I are good, like I said, we’re better off as friends. Trust me, she’ll be okay. I wouldn’t bring either of you to meet each other if I didn’t think she’d be okay.”

“Okay, I’ll come to dinner with your friends,” you say, “on one condition.”

“Oh god, what?”

“I get to wear the infamous beanie,” you rush out, reaching over Jughead’s body and plucking the hat from on top of is computer.

“Y/N!” Jughead exclaims, trying to grab the hat back from you.

“Hold on hold on,” you say, pushing his hand away.

You put the beanie on your head, smoothing your hair out under it and looking back up at him.

Jughead stops struggling, half a smile on his face.

“Well you do look adorable,” he says, brushing a stray piece of hair off your cheek.

“I wear the beanie tomorrow,” you ask with raised eyebrows.

“You can wear it to dinner,” he compromises, tilting his head to the side.


Jughead keeps his word, and when the two of you leave your house that evening and head for Pop’s, he takes the beanie off his head and places it on yours, shaking out his hair. Jughead intertwines your fingers together, smiling at you and at how happy you look.

Jughead explains his friends to you, telling you a bit about each one of them as you both walk towards the diner.

“They’re probably going to say something,” he says, “about the beanie.”

“Have any of them ever seen you without it?” You question.

“Archie has, a few times,” he explains, “but other than that, no.”

Jughead’s warnings were a bit understated. In fact, when the two of you walk into Pop’s and find his friends at a booth, it seems all conversation in the entire diner ceases.

“Jug,” one of the girls, Veronica, says, mouthing wordlessly for a few seconds, “you made it, we thought you weren’t going to come for a while.”

“Yeah, yeah we left a bit late,” Jughead shrugs, “guys um…this is Y/N. Y/N, this is…well this is everyone.”

Once the awkward formalities were out of the way and Pop had brought over everyone’s celebratory milkshakes (the football team won that night), everything felt normal.

You laugh at all the jokes, even tell some of your own. You feel like you’ve been part of this group for years, and you know Jughead can tell.

“Hey um…sorry guys I gotta take this,” Jughead says after he pulls out his phone.

“Juggie?” You ask. “Everything okay?”

“What? Yeah,” he replies, “it’s just…it’s my mom. I should take it.”

“Yeah, yeah of course go ahead,” Betty says, “we’ll keep her company,” she smiles at you.

Jughead thanks them, walking out the door to the diner with the phone up to his ear.

“So,” Veronica says, holding her head up with her hands, “you and Jughead.”

You furrow your eyebrows.

“Oh come on, don’t make her spell it out!” Kevin says, “he’s letting you wear his most prized possession for pete’s sake!”

You feel a blush spread across your cheeks, looking down at the half empty milkshake in front of you.

“I think you guys make a cute couple,” Betty says, licking some whipped cream off of her straw.

“Thanks Betty,” you reply, smiling again.

“This is going to sound awkward but uh…” Archie trails off, “has Jug told you anything about what’s going with his family an-”

“Yeah,” you cut him off, “he has. About everything, including his dad and that stuff. He’s um…he’s staying at my house. Has been for a couple weeks.”

Veronica smirks, Betty elbows her in the ribs. Archie and Kevin rolls their eyes at the two girls.

“Hey, I think he’s talking about you,” Kevin says, nodding in Jughead’s direction.

The four of you look over at him, you watch as he talks into his phone with a huge smile on his face, running a hand through his hair to push it back every couple of seconds.

The night draws to a close all too soon, everyone heading back to their houses as you and Jughead walk hand in hand down the asphalt road.

“I think that went really well,” you say, smiling at him.

“I agree,” Jughead says, stopping you both from walking and standing in front of you.

Before you can ask what he’s doing, he places his lips on yours cupping your cheek with one hand while simultaneously tilting your head up. You feel him lift the beanie off of your head, but honestly you don’t really care. He pulls away with a smirk, fixing his hat back on his head.

“Archie,” you say, looking over Jughead’s shoulder.

“Really?” He asks with semi-wide eyes, “that’s what you’re thinking about in the middle of our moment?”

No, god you’re an idiot,” you shake your head, pointing over his shoulder, “Archie’s window, which happens to show Archie watching us right now.”

As soon as Jughead turns around Archie slides his curtains closed, causing you and Jughead to burst out in laughter.

“Did you kiss me just to steal your hat back?” You ask in a fake shocked tone.

“Possibly,” he replies, quirking an eyebrow.

“Touché Jones, touché.”

B7 with Assassin!Hanzo for @mika-aris

I went all-out on this one because hot damn I needed to have a lovely, blushing Hanners. I was waiting for an excuse to draw Hanzo’s ADORABLE teeth alignment from the Dragons short.

In stream we all kind of figured that Hanzo is currently staying with Assassin!McCree, and McCree just came back from a honeypot mission (since Gabe ran the brothels for The Assassin’s way back when, Jesse got into that line of the business) and like, Hanzo is shocked by Jesse’s Big ‘Ol American pistol if you catch my drift. Also Poor Hanzo didn’t realize he was thinking out loud so McCree heard EVERYTHING.

dan and phil play the impossible quiz #6 - a summary

“what about phil? why just dan?”

“dan and phil? sports. that’s our branding for 2017”

“i feel like i’ve got stockholm syndrome”

“marry me, quiz”

“you fucking cunt”

“it was censored but they still know what i said”

“fuck it, go away”

“my ass just clenched”

“i was just giving you a friendly pat”

“you’re so good at remembering”

*dan goes close to the camera to rant yet the camera remains focused on phil in the background*

“we’ve zipped up our jackets, that means business”

“dan i need you”

“welcome to philgames”

“we’re very spitty today” 

“you know how to spell banana, right?" 

"i’m on the fucking fuck my life" 

"i want death" 

"we’ve done it, we just need to do it" 

"circles, road, shit" 

"click the poop" 

"thank you gwen stefani" 

"shit down my legs actual diarrhoea flowing out of my ass onto my legs" 

"click the butt" 

"just keep clicking that banana" 

"i’m gonna go drink alcohol, not even going to stay hydrated" 

"danny doesn’t give a fuck" 

"we need that thumb" 

"nothing is impossible”

refrigeratedsnakes  asked:

Lance sees his older sister in Allura and sometimes he swears she looks like her and jumbles their names together and Allura thinks hes flirting when hes calling her this strange human name when he says it by accidnet

Oh I never thought about this before. Thank you! 

Lance wasn’t exactly sure when it all started but slowly everyday he would see more and more of his older sister Cleo in Allura. 

He didn’t understand why. Maybe it was how she took control of the situation. Something that Cleo would always do, since she was the oldest. 

Maybe it was how friendly she was to the mice. Cleo was always nice to animals, making her lovable to any animal.

Maybe it was how Allura took care of all of them. Cleo usually stepped up to the plate and took care of everyone when both of Lance’s parents were at work. 

Lance couldn’t really figure out what it was. 


“Alright paladins, please be at the training deck in 15 minuets.” 

Lance wanted to reply with the usual ‘yes princess’ however he couldn’t stop himself from thinking of Cleo. “Sure thing Cleo!” Lance slammed his hand over his mouth. He stared at Allura and he could feel his teammate stares, he quickly mumbled an apology and walked out of the kitchen. 

‘that was so embarrassing, I can’t believe I just did that. To the princess! Of all people’  Lance entered the training deck and attempted to ignore the confused looks that his teammate gave him. 


Lance thought that, that was going to be a one time mistake, however he was sorely mistaking. 

Lance stopped counting how many times he would mess up Allura’s name with Cleo.  Allura would say an order and Lance would respond with something he would say to Cleo. He couldn’t stop no matter how hard he tried. 

Lance could also see how annoyed Allura was getting. 


“Paladins we have a busy day ahead of us. We will be practicing flying. Lance you go with Pidge, Hunk with Kieth. Shiro you stay with me. I will need help watching how they fly.” 

“Yes princess.” Everyone,except Lance,said in unison. 

Lance of course said “Sure thing Cl-” \

“Lance.” Allura cut him off. “ I appreciate your ‘flirting’ however this is not the time to be giving me pet names. Now please get to your lion and we can continue.” 

Lance swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Yes princess.” 


This low key tore my heart out. 

I hope you like it!

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12.17 coda

suspicious gap between dean abducting kelly and nightfall during which talking definitely happened. also maybe some minor blasphemies. 

Kelly doesn’t say a word for a solid twenty minutes. She crosses her arms tight across her chest and huffs, glaring fidgety burning holes into the rearview. When she starts to hiss and groan and her eyes start to water, Dean breaks the silence.

“Hey, you doing ok?”

Kelly clenches her teeth and slides back in the seat, tilting up her hips to relieve some of the pressure. “What do you care,” she spits. She whimpers once, a small and sad sound that wasn’t meant to escape her.

Dean’s hands flutter on the wheel. “Just let me know if you need something,” he says.

Her knee knocks into the back of the passenger’s seat. She takes a breath and starts to sit up, her eyes narrowed. “I need you to stay out of my business.”

Dean doesn’t respond to that either. He just slams his foot on the gas and keeps moving steadily along, towards safety. 

“Dagon’s not going to be happy when she finds you,” Kelly mutters.

Even if Dagon found them on this nearly empty city highway, she would never be able to get inside the Impala. The old girl’s sigiled to shit. Plus, Sam’s got the Colt. Dean doesn’t tell Kelly any of that, but he does assure her, “We can handle it” with a cold smirk.

His phone beeps on the passenger seat beside him and he all but lunges for the thing, heart racing. It’s amazing how quickly his mind can shift his priorities around.

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Limits. Loki.

Request: Hello! I was wondering if you could do a Loki one-shot where the reader and him have a huge fight, and she goes to push him back but he grabs her wrists and backs her up against a wall or something, and makes a smart ass remark. Then from then on just really angry sex & maybe angst? I love your writing. :) 

Triggers: Smut. Mild angst through a fight the two have (Mentions of a very jealous Loki).

Word Count: 1164

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Originally posted by god-of-my-heart

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Hamilsquad x fem!reader

Okay everyone I actually wrote something with @hardrock-lafayette (THANK YOU FOR EDITING)
Tags: @intoleranttoast @elizabethschxyler @psychedemigod @casual-hamiltrash
@its-the-hamfam (I’m part of that beautiful group)
“Move out of the way!”

Another day, another person pushing me, and another day of my flower crown falling off.

"Leave her alone!” Someone, who I saw to be Lafayette, said. Wait, when the heck did Lafayette get here?
“Laf it’s okay.” I said, grabbing his arm.
“But he hurt you.” Lafayette pouted, shooting the puppy dog eyes at me. Oh gosh, not the puppy dog eyes.
“I’m okay sweetheart.” I smiled at him. Sometimes Lafayette just needs to be told that I’m okay, but he treats me so well.
“Here you go bébé.” He smiled, handing me my flower crown.
“Thank you, babe.” I say with a shy smile. His smile is soft, and I’m so thankful for people like him. He’s caring, nice, and not too loud at the all of the right times.
“I’ll see you at home mon amour.” He said, and he’s gone as soon as he was here.
I put my flower crown back on my head, dashing away holding my book on Daveed Diggs close to my chest in a hurry to get to debate. This debate will hopefully open people’s eyes to everything that is happening around them.


“You have no power around here, Jefferson, once you learn the right way to treat people we’ll treat you with kindness, but as of right now you deserve no respect from women if you believe they shouldn’t get an education.” I wanted to win this, I needed to win this! Jefferson is just a jerk who gets his way because he’s rich!

“And why should you get respect?” He smirks. I’m gonna strangle him, I swear.

“Why do you think I don’t deserve respect? I am trying to defend the people who have been put through terrible things through history!” I said, trying not to yell. I’m actually gonna strangle him if he brings up my boys.

“It is wrong to have more than one partner, you should not get respect nor should those four men you are dating!” He snarled, and my blood began to boil. If that bitch is gonna talk shit he’s gonna get hit.

“My personal life shouldn’t have to intervene with this debate Jefferson! This is about women’s education not whether you think I deserve respect or not based on my relationship! So please get back on the topic at hand.” I shouted, my anger surging through me. I’m actually gonna kill him if he doesn’t shut his mouth.

“That’s enough for today you two, tomorrow Hamilton and Jefferson will be debating. Now, class is over.”

“THANK YOU, MR. WASHINGTON.” I mentally screamed, relief flooding through me.

“Y/N YOU DID BEAUTIFULLY!” Alexander Hamilton, one of my four lovers, said cheerfully. He’s always been right by my side since I moved up here to New York five years ago. He’s always been the..loudest out of all my boys. He never shuts up about anything, and honestly, sometimes we have to force him to sleep.

“Alex, baby, please can you shut up? Jefferson’s annoying voice gave me a headache and all I want to do is go home and cuddle up with the three of you ‘till Hercules gets home from work.” I groaned, holding my head. My head, my feet, my everything hurts, and it’s not helpful that I was sick last week.

“As long as Lafayette doesn’t push me off the bed again, we’ll be fine.” Alex chuckled. I giggle and kiss him.

“I love you.” I smiled.

“Oh, I know.” He said with a goofy grin. He’s a dork and I love him, and that’s just how it goes.


“I’M HOME!” I sighed happily. The sooner I got to lay down in my bed, the better.

“We’re in the bedroom sweetheart.” One of the boys said. I had one more class before I came home today and Alex got home about one in the afternoon every day. Lafayette didn’t have class today because his teacher is out at a meeting. John’s an art student, an amazing art student at that. Herc, that’s another story altogether, I met him when he was still in college then he dropped out to start up his business. He refuses to let me buy clothes from other places when I need a dress though.

“I’ll be in there soon, I’m gonna get some food.” I said, my stomach rumbling. Let me give you some advice. Don’t not eat all day.

“Petite lion, did you not eat today?” Lafayette asked worriedly. Lafayette always knows when I don’t eat. He knows when none of us eat, but he just wants his lovers to stay healthy.
“I’ll be fine after I eat baby.” I smile. He kisses my head before mumbling something in French, that beautiful language of his.
“Je t'aime.” I smile, leaning against him because he radiates heat.
“Mmmm, your warm” I say happily, hugging him tightly. He and Hercules are human heaters so in the winter we stay warm when we’re sleeping.
“Mon amour you’re…how you say…falling asleep. Let’s get you to bed.” He said, picking me up bridal style. He’s right I’m half asleep, but I’m still hungry.
“But food.” I mumble tiredly.
“No Y/N you’re tired and Hercules will be home soon. He’ll make dinner okay? Just wait and hour or so.” Lafayette said. He’s so warm…

“Jack?” I heard someone say. John’s hugs are just as warm as Laf’s hugs.

“Yes Y/N?” He said. These boys are my life, they’re everything I need right now.

“I love you so much, thank you.”


Laying in bed, snuggled up with the four men I’ve given my heart to, telling stories about when I first met them. That’s what I enjoy the most. Laf’s story is my favorite of all of them though. We met at a coffee shop he spilt his coffee on me and just walked out of the coffee shop, he didn’t say sorry or anything. It was so stupid and great at the same time, but the next day, he came to class with a new shirt for me.
I already knew Alex from debate class, and he was Laf’s translator because he was still struggling with English. He still does,but it’s getting better. He told Alex to tell me that he was “very sorry, that was super embarrassing and you’re really beautiful.” They all treat me with kindness​ since they all realized that they were in love with me. Who I was, who I am, and who I will be, and I know that  they will be there for me. My four boys are everything to me.

“I love you.” I mumbled before I fell asleep, resting happily in the arms of my four lovers.

Preference-Defenders React to Your Pain Transferring Powers

A/N: These are the characters I am most familiar with and these are the ones I think I can write best. If in future preferences you want me to include other characters let me know and I will do my best to learn about them. 

Matt Murdock(Daredevil):

Originally posted by moan-s

Matt is more concerned with the implications of your powers than the fact that you actually have them. He worries that a lot of people could get killed very easily if they try to confront you. He tries to get you to quit the vigilante life, but you refuse. His insistence get’s very annoying eventually so you have to have a very stern conversation(yelling match) about why he needs to stay out of your business. 

He eventually concedes when you promise over and over again that you’re very careful about which hits you let land. However, despite saying that he’s going to back of, Matt still finds himself in your vigilante territory and awful lot. 

Jessica Jones:

Originally posted by jones-jessica

Jessica isn’t really surprised. She’s seen a lot of crazy stuff and you’re just another person on the list. You’re drinking when she finds out and she’s a little tipsy. She keeps asking you random questions like whether you can get vaccines or get surgery. Half way through the night she insists on toasting your “awesome powers that make you invincible.” The rest of the bar joins along even as you insist that she’s blowing it out of proportion. 

“So can you get drunk? Or does the bartender get drunk?” she asks, leaning a little too close to you. 

“No I can still get drunk. The bartender isn’t trying to hurt me or anything.”

“What about poison? Can you be roofied.” 

“I’m not sure.”

“I hope you don’t find out.” You nudge her drink farther away from her hand. 

“I think you’re done for the night.” 

Luke Cage:

Originally posted by marvelsdefenders

Luke is actually very interested in your powers. When he sees you fighting for the first time he spends the next couple of days thinking about it. The number one thought in his head is that maybe you’re one of the few people who could actually hurt him without the need for fancy high tech equipment. 

One night he catches sight of you running after some bad guys that are running away clutching their stomachs. 

“Hey you!” he yells across the street, his voice carrying in the still air. 

You whip around and stare back at him as the men you were chasing run farther away. You slowly rotate so that you’re fully facing him. You know who Luke Cage is and you know exactly why he’s calling you out in the middle of the night. There’s some unspoken agreement that the fight that’s about to happen isn’t personal and is more of a game than anything real. 

It turns out that your powers cancel each other out. Him punching you only results in a dull pressure in the places he hits. He can throw you large distances, but you’ve come to expect that as your only weakness. When you punch him it’s like punching a brick wall, but it doesn’t actually hurt. An hour after the fight starts you both stand in front of each other breathing hard. 

“It was nice to meet you Luke Cage.” you say. He nods and the two of you part ways not knowing that you’ll be on the same team soon. 

Danny Rand(Iron Fist):

Originally posted by theavengers

Ever since you joined the Defenders Danny has been pestering you about sparring with him. He claims it would be a bonding experience. So that the two of you could become familiar with each other’s fighting technique. You think it’s a little strange that he’d want to spar with you when every hit he lands will only hurt him, but you go along with it. He’s been a Defender longer than you so he must know what he’s doing. 

Only two minutes into the spar Danny is on the ground clutching his chest. 

“Did you seriously not know what my abilities were. You had to agree with everyone else to even let me into your group.” 

You extended a hand and helped the man up. “Matt, Luke and Jessica all loved you so much. I couldn’t just say no. But hey that’s a pretty neat power.” For someone who just received a punch to the chest only Iron Fist could dole out, Danny seemed very excited. 

“Let’s go again. This time I’m ready.” 

Frank Castle(The Punisher):

Originally posted by calif0rnia-lovers

Frank is unfortunate enough to find out about your powers the hard way. You try to get in the middle of his newest mob boss hunt and he is not happy about it. He’s been stalking this guy for weeks, waiting for the time to attack and rid the Earth of his kidnapping, smuggling, black mailing ass. Right before he can take the shot, you jump out at the mob boss and scatter his lackeys. 

While you’re tying the mobster up, Frank marches towards you like a bulldozer that is absolutely not going to stop. 

“The hell are you doing?” He yells stepping right up to and grabbing a chunk of your shirt in his hand. 

“Taking down a mob boss and stopping you from killing more people. I think it’s a win-win,” 

“I’ve given you a break the past few times you’ve gotten in my way, but if you don’t cut it out you’re going to get hurt.” 

“You can try.” 

He takes your challenge seriously and you end up pummeling the Punisher. By the end of it he’s lying on the ground chuckling to himself. 

“Didn’t know you were some kinda voodoo person.” 

“Maybe you should have learned a little more about me before going all out.” 

You feel a little bad about beating him so badly so you take him out to dinner afterwards. The two of you continue to subtly threaten each other as you eat pancakes and drink coffee. This is not the end of you and the Punisher butting heads. 

Foggy Nelson:

Originally posted by ffrankcastle

You and Foggy are eating dinner at the office in silence. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Foggy glancing at you repeatedly. 

“What’s up?” you ask wiping the food off your fingers. 

“So you’re part of Matt’s super crime fighting force right?”

You chuckle. “The Defenders? Yes I am.”

“So what’s your power?” he asks pointing his plastic knife at you. 

“Basically if someone tried to stab me, they would actually stab themselves.” Foggy stares at you in silence with his mouth slightly open. 

“I thought that the bullet proof guy was the coolest out of you guys, but I think that’s a little better.” 

“Wow. I’m so flattered,” you joke taking another bite. 

Karen Page:

Originally posted by akamatthewmurdock

It takes Karen a long time to process exactly what’re telling her. She was shocked enough to find out that Matt is the feared Daredevil, but now she had to accept the fact that another one of her friends was essentially unkillable. 

She is very appreciative that you told her of your own free will instead of her finding out by accident. She’s very curious about the extend of your powers and she wants to ask a lot of questions, but she restrains herself. She let’s herself ask a few questions every now and then, but those questions only lead to more and more questions. 

Political Animals-Part 9

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running  for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisers call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Beta! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Parts in bold are text messages

Harry St. John had been a photographer in New York City for more than 20 years.  Most of the other photographers loathed him.  He was worse than the dreaded Paparazzo.  The called him “Harry the Hound” behind his back because there was no length he wouldn’t go to to get a shot.

Harry was stalking some Park Avenue heiress out shopping when the text came.

Meet me at the Starbucks on Broadway at 5.  We need to talk.


Harry looked at his watch.  He had time to get some good pictures, and still make over to Broadway.  All in a days work, he thought as he readjusted his long-distance lens.

When he arrived at Starbucks, the guy he was meeting was already there so he walked over and sat down.

“What’s up, Chief?” Harry asked.

“I need you to step up your surveillance of Sam Winchester and Y/N Novak. I need more pictures.”

Harry held out his hand.  “And I need more money.”

The man placed a thick envelope in his outstretched palm.  Harry stood up.  “I’ll be in touch.”  He said with a grin before walking out of Starbucks onto the busy street.

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hahah trust me i didn’t forget about this gem~ neither did ani ;)

Summary: After the Conclave blew up in everyone’s face, the whole world went to shit. Lance didn’t know what to make of it, but there was no way he would join the Inquisition to become their tool. Sure, he could close the rifts now, by some miracle - accident in his humble opinion - and he was doing his best to close them on his own. Trouble was, they were getting worse as time went on. After being tossed by a shade, he was seriously reconsidering doing this by himself. Needless to say, he got lucky that a cute Seeker came to his rescue after getting caught in a dragon’s nest; the only problem was that cute Seeker was trying his damnedest to recruit him into the Inquisition.

Word Count: 5477

Chapters: [-1-] [-2-]


When Lance came to, his ribs felt like they were on fire, searing with pain. Maker, this was the worst he has ever felt next to receiving the mark.

He groaned and blinked his eyes open. The stone above him glowed and flickered with the light of a fire that he was laid down next to. Everything felt heavy, every inch of him was begging for him to visit the Fade and forget about what had happened a few hours before.

“So, you’re alive after all.”

Lance winced and turned his head slowly. The knight from before sat on the other side of the fire, eyes boring into him with a fire of his own.

“I’m assuming thanks to you,” he rasped.

The knight thinned his lips and looked away. Lance took stock of what exactly hurt and what was simply sore from lying on the ground. His ribs were obvious, but when he shifted to sit himself up, he felt the bruises on his back protest, ranging from his shoulders down to his hips.

His chest was bandaged, and his shirt had been slipped off of his shoulders, left to pool around his waist. He sucked in a breath and forced himself to an upright position. He leaned on his right arm and panted, the other lying in his lap. A quick look told him that the Mark had burned off the palm of his glove, yet another repair he was going to have to do when he returned to his hut.

The man that had saved his life watched him warily. “You’ve been the on closing the rifts.”

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Good Girl CH 1: Tequila and Bad Decisions

Chapter 2, CH 3CH 4, CH 5. CH 6, CH 7, CH 8, CH 9, CH 10, CH 11, CH 12 CH 13, CH 14, CH 15, CH 16, CH 17, CH 18, CH 19, CH 20, CH 21, CH 22, CH 23, CH 24, CH 25

I scan the crowd of both Asians and Americans but regardless of races I can say confidently that they are all pretty shady. My eyes go to my grinning friend Jihyo, who has somehow convinced me to come to a very nice club that just happens to be crawling with creeps. Some of her other friends had told her how amazing the club, EXO, was but seem to forget that you have to either look really slutty or really rich to get in. That is how I ended up having to take off my jacket and stockings and now have to stand in line in the freezing cold in nothing but a tight leather skirt and one of Jihyo’s crop tops that could pass for a bra. She is in a similar skimpy out fit, but she is actually wearing her only pair of shorts like that which meant I had to wear the skirt.

“How much longer?” I groan as I begin jogging in place, something I found easy in her five-inch heels.

She rolls her fake green eyes at me, “We haven’t been waiting that long.”

“It’s been an hour. What are they waiting for?” I glance down the line toward the closed doors.

“I thought you didn’t wanna come?” She teases with a confident grin.

I scoff at her, “I still don’t, it just happens to be better than freezing my ass off out here.”

“Maybe if you go shake it up there we can get in.” She gestures to the large bouncer standing outside the main door.

“Fuck that, I would much rather fuck Hoseok to get in,” Jihyo grins at the mention of her friend that works in the club and also happens to have a massive crush on me.

“Would you please? I offered but he didn’t believe me that you would follow threw.”

I glare at her, “You offered what?”

“Your precious virginity,” She grins at me evilly.

“Ugh don’t say stuff like that.”

She continues to tease me, “What, can’t handle the truth that you’re a 17 year old virgin?”

“Not all of us can be lucky enough to lose their virginity in a school bathroom when we were 14,” I snap back. She just grins at my mean words. “I can’t believe that you offered my virginity to some guy to get into a club,” I pause as I rethink my words, “That’s a lie, I expect nothing less from you.”

“I learned my bitchiness from you.”

“I’m giving this place five more minutes than I’m leaving, with or without you.”

She fakes hurt, “You would leave me to get drunk at a club by myself?”

“Yes, what will you do without someone to take care of your drunken self?” I pat the younger girl’s head.

Just then the doors to the club opened and the bouncer starts weeding through the people lined up in front of him. I’m not surprised when lots of the guys or undeniably less attractive girls start getting denied and pushed out of the line as others get to go inside. When it’s our turn to be checked out, again, I’m not surprised when the bouncer waves us in without as much of a glance at the fake IDs we worked hard to get, though I understand why. Jihyo is an undeniable beauty with her long raven locks and perfect doll like face. With the body of a fitness goddess and legs for miles, I have always envied her 5’6 height. Standing at a small 5 foot but thankfully 5’5 in heels, I’m still dwarfed next to the beautiful girl. Though I won’t admit it out loud I’m quiet a looker myself.

Being from a Korean father and a mother who is a mutt herself I was lucky enough to inherit some very good qualities from different races. The nice curves and wavy locks that I received from my dark skinned mom seem to fit my cat like eyes I got for my dad. Though I also got my short height from my dad’s side of the family too. My hair is a blend of them, giving me perfect loose, black waves that hang daintily against my back.

“Jooyoung!” Jihyo brings me out of my thoughts to have me gawk at the massive club with her. The bar is to the left; circle booths line two of the other walls while the huge DJ booth takes up most of the other wall. Lights flash as the music blares through the massive speakers making it hard to hear what Ji is trying to say to me. Realizing that I can’t hear a word she is saying she just nods her head in direction of the bar. I follow, our hands locked together to make sure we don’t loose each other in the thick crowd. Once we reach the bar Ji manages to find an empty stool that she quickly places me on. She stands close behind me, her hands resting on the bar, locking me in and all the others out. Even though I’m older Ji is taller and a little bit bigger than me, something that has made her a little over protective, though I don’t really need it in places like this. Even though she is always the one bringing me to them and the trouble along with her.

“Four shots of tequila!” She yells to the hot bartender, who grins at us. Farther down behind the bar we see none other than Hoseok busy mixing drinks and flirting with customers. So different from his normal cutesy self, he seems so much hotter with his hair pushed back and a sly smirk on his face.

“Damn,” I accidently say out loud. Ji follows my eyes and grins. That grin stays as the bartender places the four shots in front of us. Giving me two and keeping two for her self, Ji raises the first one and holds it up to me expectantly. I hold my little glass to hers’.

“To getting drunk!” She clinks our glasses and moves to drink but stops as I begin downing mine, “And to getting layed!” With that she does hers’ in one go like me. We both slam the shot glass back down on the counter, grimacing as the awful liquid burns its way down our throats. I glare at her little add in to our toast.

“I’ll sleep with someone when I want to!”

“Who said it was for you? I need some fun too, it’s been way to long.” She teases as she rests her head on my shoulder, grabbing her other shot and, again, holding it up to mine. “How about to you just doing something that will get you out of your funk and make you that happy go lucky girl I met in elementary?”

I give her a soft smile, clinking our glasses and down the shot. “Four more!”

“That’s what I’m talking about!”

“I’m so going to regret this in the morning.”

“Oh shut up, when was the last time you got actually drunk? You are the best person to be around when your drunk, you’re just so cute and friendly.”

“I turn into a child. That’s not how I want to be in a public area with creepy guys all over the place.”

“You’re a step a head of most since those killer instincts seem to keep working threw your buzz. I wouldn’t question anything if Freddy Kruger himself came up and offered me a ride home. But you, you can see threw the best con man after downing a bottle of tequila.”

“It’s a gift.”

“One of few,” She tease as she holds up a shot, “To me becoming a better judge of character and to you becoming more careless. I’m tired of being the only one walking up in a stranger’s bed.”

As more and more shots are downed and things wrong with my life are listed I have never been so grateful but so annoyed with this girl at the same time. She is the only person I share anything with, the only person who even somewhat knows what’s going on in the mess I call my head. But as she stands there telling me all the things I should be worried about or work on I get kind of angry. After having enough shots for now, I pull the tall girl to the dance floor with me, hoping to shut her pretty mouth up. We dance like there is no tomorrow, forgetting all that is troubling us; actually I seem to be the only one with troubles.

As hours fly by of dancing and more shots here and there my mind begins to fog. I stop caring about the unknown hands that grope me, too focused on my high and the music. My feet are numb and my legs feel like jello but I some how continue to stay on my feet. Jihyo is a grinning mess in front of me, twirling around and stumbling every few minutes. It has been along time since I’ve felt this good, this free, like nothing could ever hold me back. Jihyo would have usually abandoned me by this time and I would take that as an okay to find a way home but not tonight. I am no one’s babysitter tonight!

Suddenly the crowd starts moving toward the DJ stand, they all huddle, trying to see something that must be pretty interesting. Being the nosy girl she is, Ji tries to drag me along with the rest of the crowd to find out what is going on. I try to pull her away from the gawking people, knowing whatever it is, it can’t be good.

Running away isn’t a possibility with Ji trying to pull me the other way and the crowd pulling me as a whole. As my instincts scream at me to run, the sound of gunshots can heard above the music. The pull of the crowd towards the noise is gone as people try to avoid the bullets that are flying in every direction. My eyes scan the crowd, seeing at least a dozen people on the floor either crying out for help or already dead. Blood covers the almost empty dance floor. Without another thought I start dragging Jihyo to the bathroom as the rest of the crowd breaks out in a panic as they all drunkenly scramble to the front door. Some how through my very drunken state I’m able to maneuver Jihyo and myself through the small bathroom window, out into the empty alleyway. The cold nips at my cheeks as the wind blows it’s freezing air around us.

Jihyo lands on her butt, “Ya! That hurt!” She whines loudly.

“Shut up you idiot!” I scan the alley for anyone else who exited the club, finding a van waiting. On the other side of a massive garbage bin the back door to the club busts open. A long line of extremely attractive guys strut out, the last one, who is taller than the rest, has something large, and strangely human shaped, hanging over his shoulder. I slam Jihyo and myself up against the wall and pry that they don’t see us. To be completely honest, I couldn’t careless about my own safety but Jihyo has so much to live for, I don’t want to risk her life.

“Joo-ah!” She calls out drunkenly, drawing the attention of the last of the men.

God dammit you dumb bitch! I love you, but you dumb bitch! I scream in my head as I hear their footsteps coming our way. In a desperate moment I whisper an apology as I punch her across the face, knocking the drunk girl out easily. Quickly I throw the stray trash bags on top of her, hiding her from who ever is coming. I’m crouching down next to where I’m hiding her, behind the garbage bin when someone comes rushing down the alley way on my side. The person stops when he sees the group of men coming his way. I can easily see the terror on the poor man’s face as he reaches one of the over hanging lights just a few feet away from me.

My heart stops when another gunshot rings out in the alley. I watch as the man drops to his knees, clutching his stomach his eyes drift away from his killers to me. The anxiety building up in my chest almost bursts when the gun fires again, this time hitting the man’s forehead, making him collapse, his eyes never leaving mine. But as if my heart knows what is to come it pounds harder than I’ve ever felt it before, as the footsteps continue toward us.

The suspense of them finding me begins to annoy me. My chest is hurting from the tightness of my anxiety and my thighs don’t appreciate being stuck in a low wall sit for this long. But it finally happens. A man dressed in all black stands over the body for a minute before crouching down and going through his pockets. He pulls out the dead man’s wallet and flips it open, automatically finding something that makes him sigh.

“Poor bastard had a family. What a shame, should watch wear he wanders.” The man mumbles to himself, dropping the wallet on the man’s chest. I debate on whether I’m a horrible person or not for not busting out in tears at the fact an innocent man was just murdered in front of me and that I could possibly next. The low amount of empathy I normally have for people seems to have reached an all time low when I realize how I feel absolutely nothing for the dead man in front of me.

But instead I study the killer. He looks young, but from the way he carries himself I feel as if he must be older. In a nice suit, which was obviously made for him, he is extremely handsome. The uncaring expression on his child like face tells me this is something he has done many times before, something that should disturb me more than is does. Just as he is about to stand up he pauses, his eyes not really focused on anything. I resist the urge to scream as he tilts his head and his cat like eyes find me. “Hello there baby girl,” The cat man purrs with a threating yet attractive smile.

Made from Scratch

Made from Scratch by evansrogerskitten

John Winchester x Reader

Reader falls in love with John before she realizes it. But is she ready to accept the two children that come along with the deal? A story of love, loss, and pie.

This is for @impalaimagining’s 1K Challenge- Congrats lady! My prompts are the song ‘Close’ by Nick Jonas and the gif below. 

Warnings: Death of a parent, language, smut, angst, fluff, FEELS- this has it all. Word Count: 5136 | on AO3 Happy Smut Day! 

Hunter’s Creek was one of those stereotypical small towns where everyone knew each other, and you never had to worry about leaving your doors unlocked. Family owned businesses lined Main Street, and planters full of bright flowers bloomed every springtime. I’d been born and raised in Hunter’s Creek, so staying there as an adult and opening my own business was the next step in my ordinary life.

I was baking bread at my shop when I got the call. My breath caught in my throat as the sheriff said that something had happened to my father, and I needed to come home.

I hung up and shoved my phone into my apron pocket, grabbing my jacket as I flew out the door.

“I need you to close up!” I yelled behind me, the lone bakery employee stunned to see her boss run out so fast.

I gunned my truck down the road and raced to our little yellow house, panic rising up in my chest as I saw an ambulance and two sheriff cars parked in front. Shoving the truck into park I abandoned the keys and left the door ajar as I ran towards the small front yard. I searched the faces, looking for my father.

The sheriff came over and looked me in the eyes, lightly resting a hand on my shoulder.

“I’m sorry Y/N. Your father is gone.”

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The Accident

“We were in an accident. You almost didn’t make it.”

“I thought you were dead…”

Fandom: Riverdale

Ship: Jughead x Reader

Characters: Jughead, Archie, Fred (Archie’s Dad)

Warnings: car accident with minor details; mentions of self-harm (side note: if you have the urge to hurt yourself, please don’t do it. Someone out there loves you. I love you. Nothing is worth hurting yourself. If you ever need to talk to someone, my inbox is open.)

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Part 3

Italics means a memory/flashback.


“Why are you staying at Archie’s anyways?” Your best friend, Jughead Jones, asked you while he started the car.

“My dad is away on a business trip and he entrusted Archie’s dad with taking care of me for the week,” you rolled your eyes. Your mom had left when you were a toddler, and you couldn’t even remember her - but that was okay. It was just you and dad. “Which is completely stupid because I can very well manage myself,” you complained, even though you knew that leaving yourself alone wouldn’t be a good idea.

Jughead looked over to you and said, “You could have stayed with me at the Twilight,” he referenced his home. “There’s an extra bed there.” You shrugged and tugged your long sleeves down your wrists and bunched them in your hands, desperately trying to make sure he wouldn’t see the scarring on your forearms.

Soon enough, you two were parked at a red light in the town square, only a few corners away from Archie’s house. You stared at Jughead’s focused look, and as he turned to meet your eyes with a smirk, everything went black.

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Summary: Despite his youth, Eren Jaeger is one of the best and most popular doctors of the Kingdom. Among those interested on his services is included a recognized criminal clan, which does not hesitate to use the youngest of the Ackerman as bait. Eren never imagined that this “harmless” girl in red dress would get him into so much trouble, turning his world upside down.

N/A: since I deleted my blog back in March, the “read more” of my old posts is not working anymore, so I decided to re-upload chapters 1 and 2 together to make things easier for anyone who’s interested.

Art by Dani ♥ the full version of Lawless’ cover is here and there’s more related fanart here - I still have to reblog everything again, so the tag will collect more beautiful things done by Dani soon. You can also read the rest of the chapters on

Chapter 1. Crimson

Mikasa crashed against the wall backwards. Despite the hit, the coldness of the bricks did little against her accumulated body heat. Today’s training had been tough, since she had to battle against the stockiest and tallest man at Kenny’s service.

Said beast was face down on the floor, knocked out. From her position she could see how the blood dropped from his broken nose. They called him Will.

“Is he dead?”

The girl shook her head slightly, without even looking at the man approaching the scene. She needed to catch her breath and calm her heart rate. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with her forearm while she thought that yeah, she could have killed him. The idiot would have deserved it only for trying to be too clever.

“He should be dead, huh?” murmured the man in an expressionless tone, but Mikasa knew him well enough to perceive his simmering anger.

“The fucking pig”, Levi turned Will over easily with a foot, without any care at all, so he could check his face. Mikasa had done a good job wrecking that stupid face, the guy was going to look uglier than before. Usually when a training session ended like this, it was because the practice puppets had said something disgusting to her or tried something they shouldn’t have.

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Heat Wave

Pairing: Finn Balor x original character

Summary: Prompt 122. “I may despise you with the burning white hot intensity of a thousand suns, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like you.” I changed it to the word like from the word love, which is what the prompt said originally.

A/N: I am fucking weak for him and this is fifteen pages long in my notebook. This, also, is titled after the Heat Wave highlighter. Also, (most importantly) Finn’s 👌fucking👌 back now and his hair is long and his beard is longer and he wore his leather jacket and all black attire and… it was the most sexually explicit thing I have ever.

My nose crinkles up as I pass the window and see Finn sitting at the table. Sami sat next to him, but that did nothing to keep me from stopping in my tracks, “Seriously? You guys have to stop pulling this stuff.”

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  • Yuu: "I hate vampires wth a passion but I'll gladly give you my blood anytime because it doesn't matter to me what you are."
  • Yuu: "Live with me."
  • Yuu: "I was already dead when my parents abandoned me, but you made me feel alive again."
  • Yuu: "I'm glad I managed to stay alive until now because I could see you again."
  • Yuu: "Let's adopt children."
  • Yuu: "Beng a demon? I don't care. Because of this, we match."
  • Yuu: "Sorry, I didn't notice that bastard who killed my family and turned my life into a living hell, at all because I was too busy looking at you to see anything else."
  • Yuu: "I ate a lot just in case that you need to drink blood."
  • Yuu: "I would sell out the world to make you human again."
  • Mika: "...Seriously, what are we?!"