never would have guessed that huh


Pairing: Peter Parker (Spiderman) x Reader

GIF Credit: ^^^

Warnings: Mentions of sex, hICKEYS

Rating: PG-13

A/N: Dude, Petey is seriously the cutest, also, this is a little short. “Anon: the Avengers thinking someone really hurt Peter because he has bruises on his neck/going onto chest and interrogating him who they need to kill until he cracks that they’re just hicKEYS HE’S OK REALLY GUYS then realizing what it is and reader walks in and smugly kisses his cheek and FLUSTERED PETEY?

Peter sat calmly on the Avengers shared couch in the common room. Today was a good day for him. Not too much homework since it was the first day of summer break. Also, last night was an amazing night with you; and by amazing, he means, neither of you got much sleep. Both of you woke up, sore but tangled in each other’s arms, smiling. He didn’t mind your morning breath and it showed as once again, he made you writhe and moan under him.

The one thing that distracted him was the massive amount of hickeys all over his chest and neck. It’s not like you were any better, but a lot of the hickeys on you were in places only he could see, places that were his. You had taken the liberty to mark him everywhere. It made him nervous. Aunt May and found out the hard way that Peter and you were intimate. The Avengers, hell, they didn’t even know you two were dating. So Peter wore a sweatshirt, despite it being almost 90 degrees.

Peter’s strange attire didn’t pass by Steve or Tony. “What do you think those are? Bruises?” Steve asked. Tony just looked grim, nodding. “Should we talk to him? I know he gets bullied at school.” Tony nodded again. Both of them walked over to Peter, sitting down on either side of him. Peter looked at them, confused and worried. Steve put his hand on Peter’s shoulder. “Bud, have you been beaten up?”

You can in through the door behind the couch and neither of them looked at you. When you heard Steve’s question, you smirked, you had to hear this.

Peter looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“The bruises,” Steve says, rubbing his shoulder. Peter’s face turned red and he looked incredibly embarrassed, almost as embarrassed as when May walked in on you two one night. He rubbed the back of his neck.

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Bygones of the Sun | 02 (M)

Originally posted by hobismole

Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

Length: 5.0k

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

01 | 02 | 03

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Lust & Errors 01 (AU) | Jungkook x You

Rated: M

Warning: Dom themes, very light dubcon and inappropriate step sibling stuff. Be warned.

Summary: Step brother, fuck buddy… They were one and the same now. But what started out as some mindless fucking game, quickly turns into something much more difficult and complex.

Note: No words other than can y’all tell how fucked up I am by now? =D  Anyways, this is going to be a little mini series. :) It was originally supposed to be just a oneshot, but I thought of a cool story, so yeah. I’m tired so I’m not editing tonight lol.


01 | 02 | 03 | 04.

It was wrong, you knew it. He knew it. But you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. It was like an addiction - each of you the other one’s drug. The situation itself wasn’t right, but it also wasn’t fair either. You and Jungkook had been hooking up before your father and his mother decided to get together. It wasn’t that big of a deal until they made the decision to tie the knot and ultimately labeling you and your fuck buddy as future siblings.

However, the engagement didn’t stop your encounters, nor did the actual marriage which officiated the fact you were supposedly ‘brother and sister’ now. You fucked every chance you got. After school when your parents were still at work, in his car when you two would drive to some abandoned parking lot with the notion of 'going to bond’ - but your encounters usually ensued in the middle of night while your parents slept, peacefully oblivious to the sins happening under their very roof.

You would tiptoe silently through the house until you made it to Jungkook’s room. You wouldn’t knock, you would simply open the door as quietly as you could so you wouldn’t wake your sleeping parents. He’d be waiting for you in the nothing but his boxers and you’d greet him with nothing on but your panties and one of his white t-shirts that swallowed your small frame. When your parents asked what you were doing with your brother’s shirt on in the many mornings they found you wearing it, you’d innocently say that it was cozy and they wouldn’t press you any further about it.

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Love Me Lose Me

A gift for the lovely and talented @bunny-yams !!!

I wrote this in an hour, so please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors.

The smell of alcohol was heavy on Thomas’s breath as he stumbled through the doorway of his and Alexander’s home drunkenly, his vision hazy. He slammed the door shut behind him, uncaring of the rather loud bang it made, the noise resonating through the house. He walked in as straight a line he could, which was rather crooked, due to his current state, and into Alexander’s office.

Alexander sat at his desk, hunched over his laptop and typing furiously, eyes shining with reflected light from the screen. The document that he was currently working on was nearly twenty pages long by now, each dark word on the digital paper having been written in rapid succession. This, of course, meant that Alexander had not left his at-home office in two days, as he was notorious for doing.

“Hey, Lex…” Thomas slurred, moving over to Alexander and resting his arms on top of the other man’s head, leaning over him. “Wanna come to bed? I’ll make it worth your while…”

“Hi, Thomas.” Alexander replied, not particularly caring about his boyfriend’s drunken state. “I have to work on this, I can’t come to bed. Maybe later? I have to have this done by next week, and I really don’t want to procrastinate on it.”

“You never procrastinate, Lex, you’re you,” Thomas said, leaning down to whisper in the other man’s ear. “If you come to bed, I can make you feel good, Lex. Really good… Come to bed, Lex…”

“No,” Alexander responded, not willing to put up with Thomas’s antics at this hour. “I have to work, and you know that. Go to bed without me. I need to do this.”

“Work, work, work, all you care about is work. Work can wait. You’re already so far along, why can’t you just come to bed, Le-”

“Thomas, no! I’m not going to come to bed, I’m not going to have sex with you, and I am not going to stop working! You need to understand that I have important things to take care of!” Alexander interjected, frustrated, and pulled his gaze away from the computer.

“So, I’m not important? Is that what you’re saying? You care more about your fucking work than you do about me? Huh?”

“Thomas…That’s- that’s not what I meant…” Alexander stuttered, attempting to clear up any misunderstandings caused by his poorly-chosen words.

“Then why’d you say it like it was?”

“Thomas, I just have more pressing issues than going to bed with you right now, it’s not personal, it’s just-”

“It’s just that you care so fucking much about your work. So much that you just forget about your boyfriend. That’s fine. Fucking great, even. I’ll just find someone else to share my bed with, then. I don’t need you.” He declared, turning around and leaving the room quickly, footsteps heavy against the wooden floor.

“Thomas, wait!” Alexander said hurriedly, realizing his mistake. “I didn’t mean-” He tried to explain, but was cut off by the front door slamming shut loudly. Alexander raced over to the door, and nearly collapsed as he watched Thomas step into a cab and be driven off, too late for Alexander to stop him.

He put his face in his hands and ran his fingers through his hair regretfully. He really fucked up this time, didn’t he? He could feel wet tears begin to trail down his face as the weight of the situation fully dawned on him. He had essentially told Thomas that he didn’t care about him, that some stupid report was more important than the man he loved… Yes, he really had fucked up.

Alexander drove up into the driveway nervously, looking up at the home he and Thomas shared amidst the pandemonium of the city. He parked the car, taking in a deep breath as he did so. He could do this. He could walk inside their home and beg for forgiveness. Thomas hadn’t come back home the previous night, and he’d been in meetings all day in a separate building, so Alexander was unable to try and speak with him. Then, to top it all off, Alexander had been forced to stay an extra three hours longer because of some new case that was barely worth the effort.

Stepping out of the car, he ascended the few stairs to their front door and closed his eyes, breathing slowly and opened the again, bringing his key up to unlock the door. When he reached for the doorknob, however, the door creaked open on its own, already unlocked and ajar. Alexander cautiously stepped over the threshold, shoving his keys back into his pocket.

He gently closed the door behind him, careful not to slam it, unlike Thomas had been the night before. He felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he remembered the harsh slam of the wooden door last night as Thomas stormed out when Alexander had told him…had told him that…that he…That wasn’t important at the moment. What was important was finding Thomas and apologizing. It didn’t matter if Alexander had to beg on his hands and knees.

Soft laughter sounded from their bedroom and Alexander lifted his head at the noise. Thomas must be in there, he thought, and headed towards the room. Pushing open the door, he felt his heart skip a beat as he took in the sight before him.

Thomas laid in bed next to his closest friend, James Madison, who was evidently more than Thomas’s close friend- at least, now he was. They were both fully undressed, laying in eachother’s arms beneath a thin blanket. The room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and Alexander nearly screamed as his mind processed the what he was seeing.

“Oh, Alexander!” Thomas noted boredly, as if it was a simple fact and not his boyfriend catching him cheating. “You’re home. I warned you, didn’t I?”

Alexander felt a tear trail down his face, still in shock. “Thomas, y-you-”

“I what?” Thomas asked condescendingly, cutting Alexander off. “I had amazing, mind-blowing sex with James? I had sex with someone else in our bed? I don’t really give a fuck if you’re crying or not? I’m just following up on my promise from last night? Because the answer to all of those is a definite yes, Alexander. I told you that I’d find someone else to share my bed with, so I did.”

“Thomas, what’s going on?” James asked, slowly emerging from the depths of sleep. “Why are you shouting?”

“Nothing, Jemmy, it’s nothi-”

“It’s not nothing!” Alexander interjected, eyes wet with tears. “You’re cheating on me, and you’re acting like it’s nothing! I trusted you, and I wanted to make things right, but apparently you don’t want to…”

“Why is Alexander here?” James asked, gaze switching between Thomas and Alexander as he sat up, pulling away from the other man. “You told me that you two had broken up, Thomas!”

“Then I guess he lied to you! We didn’t break up, and I get to come home to see my boyfriend cheating on me!” Alexander half-sobbed, half-shouted, not making any effort to hide his emotions.

“Thomas, you fucking bastard!” James yelled, leaving the bed as quickly as possible and pulling his boxers on. “You knew I wanted you, you fucking knew, and then you go and tell me that you and Alex broke up so that you can what? Cheat on your boyfriend with me? Get revenge for something miniscule? You fucking disgust me, Thomas. I’m leaving.” He said, pulling on his pants and grabbing his shirt, heading for the door and stopping as he looked at Alexander in front of him, sobbing heavily. “Alexander…I’m so sorry…” He muttered before leaving the room, and soon enough, the house.

Alexander stared at Thomas through blurry eyes, his cheeks stained with tears. The taller man lay in the bed, naked save for a sheet covering his waist and everything below it.“Thomas…” Alexander spoke softly, wrapping his arms around himself. “How could you do this to me?”

Thomas let his gaze fall on Alexander, focusing on him. “We had a fight. And it looks like I won, Alex.” He stated plainly, sitting up and resting his back against the headboard.

“Is this actually about that stupid fight, Thomas? I-I was going to make it up to you, was going to apologize and beg for you to talk to me again, even if it was just to tell me to go away. I couldn’t sleep last night, I was so upset at what you would say to me. Couldn’t imagine a life where you really despised me for what I did. Well, I could, but I didn’t want it, Thomas. Not ever.”

“Alexander, you said-”

“I hadn’t slept in three days! And you had been gone all day, I missed you, and I wasn’t thinking straight, and I was lashing out at you, and I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“I…I had no idea, Alex, I-”

“But I guess you aren’t, huh? You didn’t stay awake all of last night terrified that the your boyfriend would never love you again. I did that. You were off fucking James Madison. Why? Because you were mad?”

“Yes, Alex, but-”

“But nothing! You didn’t have a good reason for it then, and you sure as hell don’t have a good reason for it now! I’m leaving, Thomas. I’ll be back for my stuff later. Goodbye.”

“No, Alex, wait!” Thomas shouted, nearly jumping off the bed and grabbing onto Alexander’s wrist tightly. “Please, don’t leave me…I fucked up, I know I did, but please, Alex, I need you…” He begged, staring up at Alexander with wide, fearful eyes.

Alexander yanked his hand away from Thomas’s own, and stepped back, staring at Thomas with a look that could not be mistaken for anything other than pure spite as he spat, “You didn’t need me earlier. It looked more like you needed James.”

And with a pivot and a slamming of the door, Alexander was gone.

And Thomas was alone.

He would remain that way for quite some time, his only company being the sobs that echoed through the room.


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“So, I might be able to stop by,” your boyfriend stated over the phone.
“Really?” you asked in surprise, “Are you sure your boss won’t mind?”
You could hear his smile through the phone. “That’s actually why I’m in town.”
“You’re already in town?” you chittered.
“Yeah. Driving to work right now, actually.”
Tony, your coworker, drove over a speed bump. “Ow!”
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, Spence. My idiot coworker decided to speed over a speed bump.”

You smacked Tony’s chest from the passenger seat. He smirked while raising a brow. You rolled your eyes. You realized how close you were to the crime scene.

“I have to go,” you told Spencer, “I’ll call later so we can meet up.”
“Of course,” he agreed before whispering, “I love you.”

You smiled softly before remembering your coworkers were in the same car.

“You too,” you stated shortly, “I’ll see you later.”

With that, you hung up. Feeling Tony and Ziva’s stares on you made you sigh.

“You seeing someone, Y/N?” Tony teased.
You clenched your jaw to hide the blush. “Shut up, DiNozzo.”
Ziva laughed. “He’s incapable.”
“I’m just curious about this ‘Spence’ you were talking to,” the man defended, “Nothing wrong with learning a little about each other’s personal lives.”

You and Ziva shared a devious glance. She leaned forward, arching a brow.

“Is that so, Tony?”
The man nodded. “Yeah. It’s like learning each others favorite colors.”
“So,” you began to drawl, “you wouldn’t mind sharing where you sprinted off to last night?”
“More like leapt,” Ziva chimed.
Tony swallowed, parking the car. “Oh look, we’re here.”

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Down to Mephisto’s Cafe PT.1

Just a Girl

There are ups and downs to being a world famous rugby player.

The sport, the cash, and the kickass merch are all things Ginny Weasley can live with. The glam, the press, the stalker fans and photo shoots, she can do without. 

But sometimes the things that bite you in the ass, have perks of their own.

Who knew Pansy Parkinson could make bad look so good.

Parkinson Studio- Before the BBC Before the BBC Sponsor Party

Ginny: Hey, so, not to be that girl, but how long is this going to take? I did just get back from a match… My ass, and now feet, are killing me.

Assistant Velma: *unsympathetic* 

Pansy: Not long, now that I am here.

Ginny: *gives Pansy a once-over* Huh, what a shame.

Take all the time you need.

Pansy: I intend to.

*reaches for Ginny’s chin to inspect* Not a bad job…

At least I don’t have to fire anyone

Ginny: Well, Mum and Da stopped after me so I guess I am the masterpiece they were always looking for but never found in my brothers.

Pansy: *ignores Ginny* Her hem needs to come up a quarter of an inch.

Ginny: *muttering* Well I think my hem is fine.

Pansy: Oh really?

Assistant Velma: *tsks* It’s not everyday someone gets dressed by Ms. Parkinson, I would watch your mouth.

Ginny: And how about getting undressed by Ms. Parkinson? How often does that happen?

Pansy: *directed at Velma* That will be all.

We’re done.

Ginny: ….Alright. Thank you Ms. Parkinson. I guess… I’ll…go…

Pansy: Go? Oh no, darling. You misunderstand.

The only place you’re going tonight is the BBC Sponsor Party, correct?

Ginny: Right.

Pansy: You obviously need help navigating this world, and who better than myself? You will be taking me, I’ll send over appropriate attire, see you at seven.

Ginny: Seven it is.

Pansy: Don’t be late.

Ginny: *happy dance*

Assistant Velma: Oi! Watch the pins!

Ginny: Sorry!



❛ Man, this would be so much easier if I wasn’t color-blind! ❜
❛ Whoa. Look at that. Who’d wanna live in a place like that? ❜
❛ What’s that? It’s hideous! ❜
❛ Well, that’s not very nice. ❜
❛ It’s just a donkey. ❜
❛ That, would be my home. ❜
❛ I like that boulder. That is a nice boulder. ❜
❛ You know, you’re really quite a decorator. ❜
❛ It’s amazing what you’ve done with such a modest budget. ❜
❛ Well, I have to save my ass. ❜
❛ Where are you going? The exit’s over there! ❜
❛ What kind of knight are you? ❜
❛ We both have layers. ❜
❛ You know, not everybody like onions. ❜  
❛ I don’t care what everyone likes! ❜
❛ Parfait’s may be the most delicious thing on the whole damn planet! ❜
❛ That’ll do, Donkey. That’ll do. ❜
❛ Look, I’m not the one with the problem, okay? ❜  
❛ It’s the world that seems to have a problem with me! ❜
❛ They judge me before they even know me - that’s why I’m better off alone… ❜
❛ So where is this fire-breathin’ pain in the neck, anyway? ❜
❛ Hey, where’re you going? ❜  
❛ Oh man, I can’t feel my toes! ❜
❛ I think I need a hug. ❜
❛ Hey, don’t look at me, I didn’t invite them! ❜
❛ We were forced to come here! ❜
❛ Go into the forest and look for a blue flower with red thorns. ❜
❛ If you see any long tunnels, stay away from the light! ❜
❛ What’re the flowers for? ❜
❛ I’m not the monster here, you are! ❜
❛ Now tell me, where are the others? ❜
❛ I’ve tried to be fair to you creatures, but now my patience has reached its end! ❜
❛ Huh, celebrity marriages. They never last, do they? ❜
❛ You didn’t slay the dragon? ❜
❛ It’s on my to-do list, now come on! ❜
❛ See? There you are, doing it again! ❜
❛ All she/he ever did was like you maybe, even love you! ❜
❛ I’m about to give you today’s three eligible bachelorettes. ❜
❛ That’s brimstone… we must be getting close. ❜
❛ Oh, you can’t tell me you’re afraid of heights? ❜
❛ Well, why didn’t he/she come to rescue me? ❜
❛ Well, I’m sorry, but your job is not my problem. ❜
❛ All right, you’re going the right way for a smacked bottom. ❜
❛ I steal from the rich and give to the needy… ❜
❛ I’m not greedy - I rescue pretty damsels, man I’m good! ❜
❛ When a beauty’s with a beast it makes me awfully mad! ❜
❛ Well, it’s no wonder you don’t have any friends! ❜
❛ Wow! Only a true friend would be that cruelly honest! ❜
❛ ‘Cause I’m all alone, there’s no one here beside me. ❜
❛ My problems have all gone, there’s no one to deride me! ❜
❛ But you gotta have friends! ❜
❛ I mean, we should really get to know each other first. ❜
❛ Is this not the most perfect kingdom of them all? ❜
❛ Wow. Let’s do that again! ❜
❛ Please. I would'st look upon the face of my rescuer. ❜
❛ But… how will you kiss me? ❜
❛ What? That wasn’t in the job description! ❜
❛ No, it’s destiny! You must know how it goes! ❜  
❛ Let’s just say, I’m not your type, all right? ❜
❛ Do you know what that thing could do?  ❜
❛ This is the part where you run away. ❜
❛ Back, ya beast! Back! I warn ya! ❜
❛ The first thing I’m gonna do is build a ten-foot wall around my land. ❜
❛ I think this whole wall thing is to keep somebody out! ❜
❛ Oh, this is one of those onion things, isn’t it? ❜
❛ Oh, now we’re getting somewhere! ❜
❛ It’s… it’s been this way as long as I can remember. ❜
❛ Look, I ain’t never seen you like this before! ❜
❛ It only happens when the sun goes down. ❜
❛ Oh, that’s beautiful. I didn’t know you wrote poetry. ❜
❛ Only the true love’s kiss can break the spell. ❜
❛ Oh, that’s funny. Oh. Oh. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. ❜
❛ Mmmm… This is good… mmm… this is really good… what is it? ❜
❛ I guess I’ll be dining a little differently tomorrow night… ❜
❛ Maybe you can come visit me in the swamp sometime… ❜  
❛ Better out than in, I always say. ❜
❛ But that’s no way to behave in front of a princess/prince. ❜
❛ Go over there and see if you can find any stairs. ❜
❛ Cool! You handle the dragon, I’ll handle the stairs! ❜
❛ The wedding! We’ll never make it in time! ❜
❛ Never fear! Where there’s a will, there’s a way. ❜
❛ Oh, what large teeth you have! ❜
❛ I guess you don’t, uh… entertain much. ❜
❛ That’s another thing we have in common. ❜
❛ Can I stay with you? Please? ❜
❛ I’ve got a dragon and I’m not afraid to use it! ❜
❛ I don’t understand. I’m supposed to be beautiful. ❜
❛ I was hoping this would be a happy ending… ❜
❛ If I treat you so badly, then why did you come back, huh? ❜
❛ I forgive you - for stabbing me in the back! ❜
❛ Now hand over that big rock, the one that looks like your head! ❜
❛ Shouldn’t we stop to make camp? ❜
❛ I’m scarier than anything we’re gonna meet in this forest… ❜
❛ You’ve had a lot of time to plan this, haven’t you? ❜
❛ Wait a minute, I know what’s going on. ❛ You’re afraid of the dark. ❜
❛ Uh… What’d I miss? What’d I miss? ❜
❛ Oh, really? You and what army? ❜
❛ What do I have to do to get a little privacy? ❜
❛ I can talk. I love to talk. I’m the talkingest damn thing you ever saw. ❜
❛ Man, you gotta warn somebody before you crack one like that, my mouth was open and everything! ❜
Worth It

Title: Worth It

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x female!Reader

Word Count: ~4.1k (how did this happen?)

Warnings: angst, h/c

Request: Hello! Could I request a reader x Draco? Like where Draco has had an accident and the reader finds him unconscious on the road during a storm so she takes him to her place to patch him up. He has temporarily lost his memory and they fall in love while she cares for him but when he gets his memory back, she is scared that he’ll leave her behind. Thank you so much

(A/n: I don’t even know how this got so long. Anyway please enjoy. It has been really interesting to try and understand post-war Malfoy and how he feels about his past now. || not my gif)

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“Malfoy? Draco Malfoy?” You asked the stranger who looked at you in confusion, the young man looked nothing like the arrogant always well-dressed boy you remembered from your days in Hogwarts. The man in front of you was pale and wary, lost and confused. Yet he still had the eyes that had haunted your dreams for years, both nightmares and daydream fantasies – the young Malfoy had always been something else.

“Who are you?” His voice wary as he looked you up and down, not trusting you. Good on him, you would never trust him either. Although he seemed more than vulnerable with his haunted eyes and confusion written all over his handsome features.

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Among The Beasts: Prologue

Reader x Kol Mikaelson



Synopsis: You and Kol Mikaelson have known each other since you were both kids. Now, being almost a teenager and also a Hale, you have to struggle with the fact you turning into a werewolf without having any clue about what to do. Kol comes up as a sweet best friend and helps you through it. 

A/N: HELLO! I know I’ve sort of disappeared. However, last monday was my high school graduation prom, so I didn’t have any time to update the blog and I am deeply, DEEPLY, sorry. Anyways, back to the story I’m publishing now. I have been requested awhile ago to do a long fiction about Kol and Reader. I thought it was a great idea and I decided to do it. So, it will be kind of a crossover between teen wolf and the originals. I truly hope you like it. This is just a introductory part. And I know I talk too much. hahaha :)

Word Count: 1637

[11th century]

“Kol, where are you? Please, don’t leave me all alone here!” A girl cried, running around in the woods. “I mean it!”

The twelve year old, knowing she would not get a solid answer, just sat against a tall and strong tree. Warm tears rolled down her face as she hugged her own knees, providing the realisation of how cold her own hands were; aside the obvious shaking.

Playing hide and seek was a bad idea, she thought, feeling helpless. Kol was the girl’s best friend and was perfectly aware over the extension of her loathing towards the merely concept of being alone. Especially in the woods, where her father warned her she should be extra careful. It was the burden of being a Hale: to always live hidden and to always be careful.

“Can’t you be nice to me?” Once more her high pitched voice yelled. “You are supposed to be my friend. Best friend. Answer me!”

“You’re no fun, Elizabeth.” A voice came out from between two other trees, making she jump, scared. “We come here everyday to play and you’re still scared I’m going to leave you.“

“That’s because you always hide so well. I never find you!” The girl shook her head. “Also, one of these days you will, once I become…”

“A wolf?“

Mary Elizabeth nodded her head, lowering her eyesight. Kol chuckled and walked towards her, cupping one of her cheeks and lifting her chin in order for the girl to look at him. She had puffy and red eyes from the crying. At that sight, he felt something inside him break. It was awful to look at her like that. Knowing she was hurt and scared. The young Mikaelson wanted to keep her safe and far way from her family problems. Like a best friend should do.

“Listen to me, please.” The boy said, firmly. “I don’t care about your past or what you will become in the future.”

“It’s not that and you know it. Honestly, I’m only scared that one day I might feel the urge to hurt you.”

Kol sighed, pulling Elizabeth into a tight hug. She instantaneously wrapped her arms around his waist, feeling the boy’s soft squeeze. He rested his head on hers, her scent invading his nostrils. Even though it was awkward, as boys and girls usually tend to not get along when young, they loved every minute they spent together.

That moment, especially, felt endless. Both of them under the sunset, feeling their skin’s warmth… Perhaps it was right that second they had fallen in love with each other for good.

“You won’t.” He said, his voice muffled by her hair.

“Excuse me?”

"Hurt me.”

“You can’t possibly know that…”

Kol placed two of his fingers on her mouth, not allowing the girl to finish the sentence. Mary Elizabeth could be very pessimistic when she wanted to be and he hated that. A smug grin curved his lips until, suddenly, he felt the tip of her tongue against his skin. A disgusted glare showed up on his eyes, while she laughed out loud.

“Better now?”

“All better. It’s always amusing to see you like that.”

“I’m glad you’re happy.” Kol said, sarcastically.

Eventually, he caved in and joined her, chuckling.

“It’s getting dark. How about we go home, Lizzie?”

“Yes!” She placed a hand on her stomach. “Oh, Lord, I’m starving.”

“Me too! I feel like I could eat a horse.”

“And, since you’re my best friend, we could share this horse.”

“No way! It’s my food.”

“Alright, Mr. ‘It’s my food’.”

They giggled and started to walk home.

Since the village they lived was bit far from where they were, night fell before Elizabeth and Kol got home. The sky was beautifully clear, which allowed them to appreciate the pale light coming from the moon. Definitely a moment they would remember for the rest of their lives, as they would perceive later on.

“Kol, can I ask you a question?”


“Why did you become friends with me?”

“You were the prettiest little four year old I had ever seen.” She giggled, looking away. “I mean it!”

“Don’t play dumb with me. I am a Hale, sure your parents did not want their son hanging out with my kind.”

“I’m pretty sure they don’t know. But again, I don’t give a shit. Soon we’re old enough… I don’t know. Maybe we could leave this place.”

“Of course!” She said undoubtedly. “And don’t you dare leave me behind.”

“I don’t think I made myself clear: you’re stuck with me.”

“Don’t make those kind of promises. You’re thirteen. I bet when you’re older, you get yourself a girlfriend and forget all about me.”

Kol frowned and then stopped walking.

“Why are you saying that?”

“Well… It’s true that you’ll probably get a girlfriend. But I was joking about the part where you leave me. It doesn’t have to be like that.”

“I wouldn’t… Never… I mean… Damn it. I just want you to know I like you. And no other girl will ever take your place.”

Mary Elizabeth narrowed her eyes and gave him a small nod. She got confused by his words, but, somehow, it made her heart warmer. It was good to know he liked her just as much as she liked him.

“Promise you will be with me? No matter what?”

“Yes, Kol. I promise.”

“What if you find a boyfriend?”

“I guess I feel the same way you do.” Her voice was unsure, for they never had such type of talk. “Let’s no worry about this now, okay?”

“Right. We don’t have time, anyway. Your mum is already waiting by the door.”

“Wait… Correct me if I’m wrong, but it isn’t you mum there as well?”

“Huh? What is she doing here?”

Kol furrowed his eyebrows as she pulled him to a bush, in order to hide and listen to what the women were talking. The girl had so many unresolved questions about what she was and her parents would not say anything. All she knew was that her older brothers became wolves and she would be one herself, in the future.

“What are you doing?”

“Well, remember what I said about being fully aware of what I am?”

“Yes.” He mumbled, trying to keep himself hidden.

“Well, I lied.”


“Shut up, I’ll explain later.”

Kol’s complaints were muffled by her hand, which gave her an opening to concentrate. A few months earlier Elizabeth started to change. Sounds became louder and her sight improved so much she could see miles and miles away from where she stood. Also her reflexes were faster. The healing quickly was a thing as well. According to her brothers, that was normal. First those stuff, then, on the full moon after her thirteenth birthday, she would turn.

Are you sure Kol is not here?

Yes, I am. But Mary Elizabeth isn’t here too. They’re probably playing in the woods.”

Oh, well then. If he comes here, send him home immediately.

Are you afraid my family will do your son any harm?

Not your family, your daughter. Do you even know what she is? What she’ll become?”

You don’t have to worry about that. My Elizabeth is a sweet girl, she could never do anything to anyone. No matter what you say she’ll become.”

If you believe so…

I do.

Very well. I must leave now. Send him home.

Then the Mikaelson matriarch left and Mary Elizabeth sighed, frustrated. She desperately wanted to understand, go deep within her origins. Knowing she had failed one more time to figure out made an urge to hit something come up, which induced the girl to close her eyes and take a relaxing breath. Only to keep it together.

“Care to let me know what the hell just happened?”

“It’s complicated.” She shook her head. “I mean… These things are all new to me. And I so don’t understand it. Yet, nobody is able to explain what  is going on with me.”

“I don’t get it.”

“The wolf part of me is surfacing. I’m pretty sure my change will occur soon.”

Kol looked confused.

“Why didn’t you tell me that?”

“I was scared. So much was happening… Also, I didn’t want to be worry you.”

He stood up, cleaning the dust on his trousers and started to move towards the village again, obviously mad. She huffed, rolling her eyes and running to catch up with him. Even though Kol understood why she had hidden that, he still wished she would have told him. After all, they were best friends.

“Wait up!”

“You don’t trust me.” The boy said, almost snarling.

“I do. I do! But I didn’t want to bother you before I was sure… Before I freaking know what I am.” Elizabeth grasped his arm and captured his eyesight with hers. “That’s why I was so preoccupied with you. I don’t even know what is going to happen after I turn thirteen.”

“Well, you have to be damn sure I’ll be with you. I told you I don’t care.”

“Then let’s forget about this and go home.”

Hale used the five minutes left to arrive their homes to explain her subtle changes. Her friend looked stunned by it. Kol saw himself wishing to be like her. Perhaps not a wolf, but definitely something just as powerful.

“I guess this is where I stay.” The girl stated, biting her lower lip.

“Will we see each other again tomorrow?”

“Like we do it every day.”

“OK, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You will.”

Kol, then, leant in and kissed her right cheek, which made the girl blush, embarrassed. He whispered goodbye and left, a cocky smile shining on his face. This time more confident than ever about his future.


So I haven’t written anything in c. 2,199 days but that finale ruined me and this just sort of happened. AU where Clarke almost doesn’t radio Bellamy every day for six years, it’s a stretch but I did my best. Spoilers for the last episode of season four below. 1,295 words. Complete garbage. AO3

Somewhere on earth, 2155

Even in the dark moments between sleeping and waking, Clarke knew something was wrong. She woke suddenly as if emerging from icy water, immune to everything except the fear, the rushing in her ears and the pounding of her heart. She tries to draw breath but can’t, can’t hold onto anything long enough to calm herself down. Her head turned searchingly from side to side, but the world was too dark and out of focus. I’m going to die, she thought. Then she felt a soft but solid thing beside her, something small and warm and alive. 

“Madi.” Clarke gasped, murmuring the girl’s name, her eyes finally focused on the child sleeping soundly beside her. Taking another gulp of beautiful air, she reached out to stroke Madi’s hair away from her face, suddenly needing to really see her. She looked younger than her years, as she always did in sleep. Her brows were slightly raised, her long dark hair spread out beneath her. She was also smiling, and Clarke wondered what she was dreaming about.

Clarke spends a few quiet moments playing with a braid in Madi’s hair. It’s not long before her heart rate slows, and she manages to sits up. 

They’d fallen asleep in the rover again. Clarke cranes her neck back and sees that the lights are off, so she either remembered them before they’d fallen asleep or she had killed the battery. It doesn’t matter to her now, but something else does. She just can’t put her finger on what it is. Although fully awake, whatever it was is still tugging away at her, not quite silenced in her mind. 

Clarke tugged her sketchbook out from underneath Madi’s small hand, and quietly slipped away so as not to wake her. The rover creaks slightly as she steps out, turning away from the dark part of the wood and towards the ridge, where she sees the light coming over the edge of the world. The navy sky is bleeding into green, and the horizon is already starting to yellow. The day will be beautiful. 

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Jason Todd/ Red Hood X Reader- Stalker From Another Universe (Part 3)

I’m so sorry for not posting!! A lot of stuff has been going on, but I’m back!!

Part 1                  Part 2

“I wonder if I’m showing up in a comic book right now,” you said, staring out the apartment window.  “That would be pretty cool.”

Jason laughed and joined you by the window, “Yeah, but how would they draw you?  From what I’ve heard, you don’t like all of the styles they draw me in.”

You nodded, “It’s probably the dude that’s in charge of drawing Red Hood and The Outlaws.”

“He does get my good side,” he joked.

You snorted and nodded once again, your focus still on the beautiful horizon of Gotham.  It had been two months since you magically appeared in Jason’s apartment, freaking both him and you out.  After that fiasco, he called Roy to help you adjust to the weird universe you might be stuck in.  None of the members of the Justice League called Jason to tell him they figured out how to send you back home, and you were starting to lose hope.  It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy spending time with Jason and Roy, but you worried for you family and friends.  You worried that they might think you were kidnapped, killed or even sold in human trafficking.  You shuddered at the thought.

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the linguistics major

A/N: Sorry for the shit name, I wrote this at 2 am and I just randomly came up with a name for it

Requested: nope

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x reader

College au

You weren’t entirely certain that it was normal to contemplate the meaning of life as much as you did. Most of the time, it was a simple thought such as ‘Everyone on this planet has their own individual lives and has thoughts as complex as mine’. However, there were moments where you couldn’t help but stare into space and think about the frailness of life and how literally billions of people had lived and died before you, and how billions of people will live and die after you. It was moments like these when you would take out your old, worn down journal and scribble down what your thoughts were. It was a moment like this when you met him.

Alexander Hamilton was no stranger to being so focused on your writing that you were oblivious to the world around you, but he didn’t think that you would be so into whatever it was you were writing that you wouldn’t notice him and his friends standing at your table. “Miss?” He called out once more, knocking on the table next to your journal. This seemed to grab your attention and you lifted your eyes to glance at the man who had interrupted you- or men as you noticed when you lifted your head completely. “Do you mind if we sit here? There’s not enough room at any of the other tables for us all to sit together,” the man who had caught your attention said. His words were polite, but you knew that even if you said no, they would sit there anyways because it was a public table in a public library.

So, you shook your head to show you had no objections and went back to writing. Alex, being the naturally curious person he was, couldn’t help but lean over and peer at what you were writing down. Before he could read any of the words scribbled in your messy handwriting, you slammed your notebook shut. “You know, it’s rude to read other people’s journals without their permission,” you told him, not caring that you probably sounded rude. It was rude of him to read over your shoulder like that. “Ah, so she speaks!” A french voice rang through your ears. For the first time, you looked at the group of mean around you. The frenchman who had spoken sat directly in front of you with a big grin and to his left sat a freckled boy you had seen around campus. To his right sat a rather large man who looked like he could probably bench press you if he desired. And the man who had been trying to read your notebook, you definitely recognized him. Alexander Hamilton. He was the captain of one the debate teams and often faced off with Thomas Jefferson. You only knew this because your friend had an unhealthy obsession with the latter and often dragged you to their debates.

Since you knew that he was Alex, you knew that the other three had to be the friends that he was never seen without. Lafayette was easy to pick out, as he was obviously French, but you had to play a guessing game between the other two. Once was named John and the other was named Hercules, and as much as you tried not to judge by appearance, you were willing to bet anything that the bigger guy was Hercules. “Well, I am a linguistics major, so one would hope I’d have the ability to form sentences.” Your snarkiness had caught even you off guard. You couldn’t help it though, you were in the middle of an existential crisis and this group of men were keeping you from writing about it. “Linguistics, huh? I never would have guessed.” You raised an eyebrow at the frenchman. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You just don’t seem like the Linguistics major type.”


“Yes, type.”

“Then do tell, what type do I seem to be to you, Monsieur?”

Lafayette narrowed his eyes at you, unsure if you were mocking him or not. “I would say law, probably. You seem too uptight to be anything else,” he said, ignoring the irritated scoff of indignance that followed. “I’m not uptight, for your information. I just don’t appreciate a group of people distracting me and trying to read over my shoulder when I’m trying to write in my private journal!” You shot back, beyond irritated. “Well maybe you shouldn’t write in a private journal in public,” Alex remarked, making Layette smirk at you. “You know, I’m starting to think that Jefferson is right about you, you are so infuriating. Stop being so discourteous-” you began, before John cut you off. “We’re sorry for bothering you, but you’re the one who started being rude first!” Hercules interjected as well. “He has a point, you could have just told us you didn’t like people reading your journal without getting snarky about it. You glared at them before shoving your things in your bag and standing from the table. “Whatever, I don’t need this. I have way too many things to be doing other than sit here and argue with a bunch of intransigent, immature idiots,”  you remarked, turning to walk away. “Great alliteration, (Y/N)!” You barely registered the fact that Alexander Hamilton knew your name before you were gone.

“Remind me, why are you so interested in her again?” Lafayette asked Alex as they all watched her stalk away. “Did you not see the way she just acted?” Alex merely grinned. “That, my friend, is exactly why I’m so interested in her. And now that she has noticed me, my plan to woo her is underway.” The other three glanced at each other, for once unsure about Alex’s abilities. “Um, not to discourage you or anything, but are you sure you’ll really be able to ‘woo’ her? From the sounds of it, she’s a Jefferson fan.” Alex turned to his friend John Laurens. “Oh but that’s what’s going to make it so much fun. She’ll be so irritated when she realizes she’s falling for me, that she’ll have no choice but to write about me in her journal!” They were confused. “So, you don’t want to win her heart-” Lafayette began, “-you just want her to write about you?” Hercules finished. “No, no, I do want to win her heart, but from what I can tell, she only writes about the things she thinks are really important. I want her to feel that way about me,” Alexander told them, the complete emotion in his voice enough to convince them to help him. “Well, if you really like her that much, we’ll gladly join in on your little plan,” John told him with a grin, the other two nodding in agreement.

A/N: There might be a part 2 idk yet

Love The Way You Lie (Jon Moxley imagine)

The reader becomes friends with benefits with Jon Moxley, she wasn’t expecting to fall in love with him. But her plans go sideways and things change between the two. Heavily inspired by Love the Way You Lie Part 2 by Rihanna. Pretty sure I’m gonna write a part two to this, so just let me know if I should please.

Warnings: a rollercoaster of emotions, you might end up crying, smut, ANGST, SO MUCH ANGST, fluff, cursing, an abusive relationship, there’s definitely a toxic relationship in here, if you think you’re going to be triggered,please don’t read this,smol beans. 

Word Count : 4,188 shameless words 

Tag List: @flawlassglamazon @neeadinghugs (Tell me if you want to be tagged in my fics!)

When I became friends with benefits with Jon Moxley, I told myself there’d be no way in hell that I would fall in love with him. I had no idea how wrong I would be. Here’s how it all begun. When I became friends with benefits with Jon Moxley, I promised both myself and Sami Callihan that I would not fall for him. I had no idea how wrong I would be. Here’s how it all begun. 

Sami Callihan was the one who introduced us. He was a close friend of mine that I had met a few years ago at a bar where we was both drowning our life problems in whiskey and he chatted me up, thinking he could get a one night stand out of me. But he didn’t and we just talked, laughed, and got drunk off our asses. I’ll never forget how I met Mox though. It was right after one of his matches with Drake Younger and he was soaked in blood, with his collar in hand.

Sami turned to me while we was waiting for his best friend to arrive from the ring then warned, “He ain’t like ever other guy here, babe. He’ll fuck you up and over without a second of regret, ight?” I scoffed and patted his cheek then declared, ”Sami, I deal with your stupid ass on a regular basis, so I think I can handle your unhinged friend.”

“I’m serious, (Y/N). He’s not someone to fuck around with.” I sighed and placed my hands on my hips then retorted, “Neither are you but here I am, where I’ve been for the last two years. I can handle it.”

He sighed and shook his head then muttered, “Don’t come crawling back to me whining and crying if you do get hurt.” I huffed then shuffled back a bit when I saw that Mox was coming through the curtain.

Sami clasped him on the back with a grin then stated, ”Damn good match out there, Mox. Bloody though.”

“ A’ways is.” Mox mumbled back, heading towards the shower, completely ignoring me. Callihan shot me a smirk then held up a finger then hollered, ”Mox, get ya scrawny ass back here right quick. Got someone I want ya to meet.” 

“Don’t want no ring rat,Callihan.”Mox snapped, whipping around to level his best friend with his sky blue eyes and I jumped slightly at the wildness of his irises then felt my anger rise in my chest. 

“I ain’t no ring rat, you dick. I’m (Y/N) motherfucking (Y/L/N). “ I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest. Mox smiled at me, but it was far from a kind one. it was full of menace. He stalked towards me and I thought that I would be able to hold my ground, only for me to back up as he grew closer then yelped as I found out that I was cornered. He tilted my head up to look him in the eyes before I snapped, “Get the actual fuck away from me before I castrate you.”

“Someone’s got an attitude. Bet I could fix that for ya, darlin’.” he chuckled before shoving me away from him like I was gum on the bottom of his shoe.

“Huh, guess ya was right. He ain’t nothing but a lil bitch.” I spat, brushing my clothes off. I knew it would catch his attention,  especially since he was a man, and men never walked away when being called a little bitch. He whipped around then snapped, “You don’t know shit about me, doll, and if I have it my way, you never will.”

“C’mon, Mox, chill out. She’s just messin’ wit ya head.” Callihan pointed as he lounged against the wall, eyes closed. Moxley backed away then drug his index finger down my neck to my collarbone, causing me to shiver. He chuckled and leaned closer then purred, “You smell like fuckin’ heaven, darlin’. Maybe if you didn have that attitude, I might reconsider taking ya against this wall.”

“In your fucking dreams, bitch.” I snapped in return, shoving him away. He chuckled, brushing his hair away from his face, then walked away, leaving me breathless and my panties soaked. Sami turned to me, looking very amused at the scene that just took place in front of him, then asked, “Would ya kill me if I said I told ya so?”

“Actually, I think I would at this point. Now can your facehole, Callihan, and let’s go.” That was only when we first met though.  The thing that everyone enjoys hearing however, is how we ended up as fuck buddies. It was about a month after we first met and I was hanging out at a bar when some random dude approached me.

“Damn, you’re fucking sexy.” the scumbag declared as I leaned against the bar with my back to him. He was beyond annoying and I wasn’t the only one who thought so. I had been also chatting with the bartender, who informed me of this, ”This prick is always here, harrassing the girls. Most of them have boyfriends, and he gets his ass smothered into my counter when the boyfriends see it.”

I groaned and hit my head against the counter then muttered, “Too bad I don’t have a boyfriend then . You see any guys willing to come kick this dude’s ass?” He scanned the room then replied to more under his breath than to me directly, ”I mean, I know this one guy.”

“Who?” I perked up when I realized that there was a chance that I wouldn’t have to break this fucker’s nose. He grimaced then scratched his head and grumbled, “Look over your right shoulder. You’ll see a guy with dirty blond hair and blue eyes with a white wife beater on. He’s a fucking psychotic ass motherfucker but he’s somewhat of a good guy. Just got a few screws loose.”

I turned away, still ignoring the idiot spitting all over my face, then begun my search for said “fucking psychotic ass motherfucker”, only to become very disappointed when I realized who he had described to me.

“Never fucking mind, I’ll do it myself.” I whipped around to face this guy only to find that he had been jerked off and away from the barstool by Jon Moxley himself. I growled and went to pull him away only to watch in fascination and slight horror as he rammed his fist into the douchebag’s gut and face, alternating between the two before he spat, “Get the fuck out of my face and don’t come near her again or I swear I’ll cut ya dick off and really make ya a real fucking pussy.”

The guy scampered off and Mox chuckled in a diabolical manner then turned to the bartender, ordering himself a bourbon on the rocks, before he grumbled, ”Why’d ya let ‘im hit on ya for so long? Thought you’d be one of those chicks that like breakin’ noses.” I scoffed then spat, “And I was gonna break his nose before you came over here and ruined my idea.”

“ ‘Scuse the fuck outta me then, Princess. I didn’t mean to ruin ya plans.” His apology sounded half assed and he seemed slightly drunk as well so I rolled my eyes then dipped back my drink before bidding the bartender goodbye.

What I didn’t realize was that Moxley was following me through the back alley as I weaved in and out of the streets, trying to avoid all the creeps and fuckheads that patrolled the lanes and shitty sidewalks, before he asked, ”What the fuck is up with ya? Ya hang out with guys like Callihan.”

I shot him a dirty look and replied, “Reason numero uno: At least Callihan has some sense in that horribly put together head of his. Please, he’s a decent guy.” He chuckled and began walking backwards to face me then I pointed out before he could get a word in, ”You’re gonna run into a wall or corner, or even a Dumpster if you don’t turn around and walk right.”

He rolled his eyes then raised his eyebrows as we turned again before he replied, ”Nah I won’t. I know these alleys like the back of my hand, darlin’. I know where I’m going. The question is, do ya?” I scoffed and answered, ”Yeah, it’s called my apartment. I’m going home and stripping down to my socks, before I take a steaming hot bath while watching Netflix. Where are you going anyways? Following me?”

“Ya got me, darlin’. I wanted to talk to ya for a while. I was a bit of a fucker when I first met ya.” I raised my left eyebrow then begun searching for my phone to check the time before I muttered, ”That’s a fucking understatement. Well, here’s my place.” We came to a stop and I noticed that he had busted his head open in the bar fight with that dickhead. I got lost in thought, taking in the realization that I had called that guy a lot of fucking names but then I remembered that I was a grown adult and I didn’t give a shit about how many cuss words came from my mouth.

“Hello? Earth to (Y/N)? What’d he do, slip ya a roofie?” he cursed, waving his hand in front of my face. I swatted his hand away then started up the stairs to my apartment as I said, “He didn’t slip me a roofie, I’m just a little out of it. Ya might as well come inside and sober up before you go out and get into another fight over a girl not in distress.”

“Ya was in distress, whether ya want to admit it or not.” he grumbled as he joined me to sit on the couch. I frowned then exclaimed, ”I was not in fucking distress, alright!? Get the fuck over yourself, Mox, damn.” He chuckled, his eyes slightly closing, and his voice rose in rose from the last time he spoke, ”Jesus fucking Christ, Callihan was right. Ya do refuse to say thank you for any fucking thing to any fucking body.”

“I could’ve handled it, you fucker! But you decided to be Mister Knight in Motherfucking Shining Armor, didn’t you. Well, fuck you!” I screamed, slamming my fists against his chest. He wrapped his hands around my wrists then slammed me against the couch, pinning my hips with his knees before he crushed his lips to mine in a searing kiss. I gasped for air but didn’t move away from his kiss as we battled for the top spot.

“Fuckin’ give up an lemme see that pretty pink pussy.” he chuckled, fully on biting in varied spots on my neck. I snapped my teeth at him but didn’t argue, only said in reply, “As long as I get to see your dick.”

“Well, you got yourself a deal then, Kitten.” he replied as I shoved him backwards  and began stripping myself of my clothes, his eyes eating up the small show that I was putting on for him. When I finally reached my lingerie set and garter belt, his eyes darkened and his jaw dropped.

“Goddamn, no wonder Callihan wanted in your pants. You’re sexy as fuck. C’mere.” he ordered, beckoning me forward with his index finger after he pulled off his wife beater and unbuttoned his jeans. I smirked at him and turned in a slow circle before I stated, “If you want it, you have to come get it.”

He smirked and snatched me up by the wrist before claiming my throat with his free hand then warned, “I don’t run, sweetheart. Now, go lay down on the bed and don’t touch yourself.” I did as he said as soon as he let me go but didn’t heed his other warning. Instead, I pinched my nipples into stiff peaks and allowed my free hand to wonder down to my clit where I begun rubbing at a slow pace.

“Oh, so ya don’t fucking listen either. Great, this is going to be fun… for me at least.” he declared, wrapping his hand around his cock which I gaped at. He was long and thick and I couldn’t help but wonder how the hell he was going to fit inside of me. He smirked and drug me to the edge of the bed then flipped me over, forcing me to move my hands. I whined at the loss then yelped as he spanked me.

“You bastard! Don’t spank me!” I snapped, attempting to struggle out of his hold. Instead of him letting me go, Moxley continued to spank my ass and eventually I gave into the pain then moaned louder than I ever had. Mox chuckled at the sound then said, ”I fucking knew that you would have a pain kink.”

“Jesus, if all you do is talk during sex, then get the fuck out so I can get myself off.” I gasped as he flipped me onto my back again then he sunk balls deep into my pussy, a small scream escaping my mouth when he begun pounding into me.

“Goddammit, Mox! Don’t fucking stop!” I begged, scratching along his shoulders. He smirked and sucked several hickeys into both the skin of my neck and collarbones before he declared simply, “Beg better and we’ll talk about you coming, darlin’.”

“Fuck, don’t stop, you feel so good, my God, Mox, God, your cock is so fucking deep! Let me come, please!” I screamed, pulling on his hair as he pressed his thumb to my clit and rubbed slow, rough circles, a contrast to his pace that he was pounding into me. He pulled away a little then declared, “Come then, my good little slut.” I cried out as he sunk his teeth into my shoulder then arched into him as I came, body quivering and trembling.

Mox’s pace never slowed and his eyes only grew more intense as he continued to fuck me into the mattress, the springs squeaking at the strain we was putting on it. He tightened his hands around my hips then growled, “My good little whore is still taking my dick like a good girl. I think I’m going to enjoy this. “

“Fucking come in me, you fucking psycho.” I gasped, pulling harder on his hair. His eyes darkened and he leaned closer then ordered, “Slap me.”

“Are you insane!?” I shouted, slamming my hands against his chest. Mox raised an eyebrow then replied, “Of fucking I am. Now fucking slap me.” I slumped slightly against the bed and he growled in annoyance then begun to shout, ”Goddammit-“

I hauled back and hit him across the face as hard as I could manage and he groaned, his entire body shuddering as he came inside of me.

Our first big fight was the thing that got our relationship rolling downhill. And a ring rat was the cause of it. I was waiting backstage for Mox and Callihan to return from the ring when I realized that I wasn’t alone. She was pretty, with dark hair and smoky makeup surrounding her bright blue eyes, but I was still a little irritated with the fact that she was waiting for one of my boys.

“So, you know Moxley and Callihan?” she asked, my teeth grinding together as I answered, ”Yeah, but that’s really none of your fucking business, now is it?”

“You don’t need to be a bitch about it.” she grumbled in return, crossing her arms over her chest. I rolled my eyes at her pettiness but I wasn’t in the mood to deal with it. I just wanted to see Moxley and go home. But when he and his best friend arrived from the ring, what set me off was when he completely ignored me and continued to chat with the girl. I raised my eyebrows, severely pissed and beyond annoyed now.

I cleared my throat to catch his attention but he only smirked at me over her shoulder then winked at her. I gritted my teeth and snapped, ”Can I fucking have a word with you?”

“No, he’s talking to me, whore.” she retorted, and I only smirked in return before I winded my fist through her pretty brown locks then slammed her head into the concrete wall and declared in the calmest voice I could muster up,”If you do not get the actual fuck away from me, I might even commit murder instead of just beating your ass like I originally planned? Got it,ring rat?”

“Yes!” she sobbed, squirming against my hold. I shoved her away from me then turned to face Mox who was glaring hard at me. I tilted my head a little at him then walked closer before I stated in a low voice, ”I believe I told you that I wanted a fucking word with you? Now, let’s go have a fucking talk.”

We walked up to his room where he whipped around and shouted, ”What the fuck was that about?!” I scoffed and asked, ”You can’t be fucking serious! We’re fuck buddies and you still talk to those fucking whores who just want their hands on your cock that I ride every night?”

“Oh please, the only reason why I’m not fucking those ring rats is because then you wouldn’t sleep with me!” he growled, rolling his eyes. I shook my head and started to walk out of the room but instead of him letting me walk away, he grabbed my wrist then forced me to look at him as he screamed, ”Don’t fucking walk away from me!”

“Fuck you!” I shouted in return, slapping him across the face. His blue eyes darkened and I knew that I had fucked up majorly. I struggled against his hold only for him to return the slap. I cried out and he allowed me to fall to the ground, my hand flying to my stinging cheek. He ran his hand through his hair then exclaimed, ”Damn it! I’m fucking sorry.”

I shook my head and climbed back to my feet then begun walking towards the door as he begged, ”Please don’t go! (Y/N)!” I turned slowly and declared, ”No, Mox, I can’t do this anymore.”

“Damn it, don’t fucking leave! I can fix this! I’m sorry.” I froze at the use of his last two words then asked softly, ”What did you say?” Jon tangled his hands through his curls then growled, ”I’m fucking sorry, okay? Just don’t fucking leave.”

“Why? What’s the fucking point? It’s not like this is going to last very long, Mox. Jesus, you’re probably sleeping with that bitch anyways.” My words just kept coming and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t fucking shut up,”You’re no different than any other guy,Mox. You’re always going to trade me in for someone better than me,dammit!”

He again hit me and this time I was ready for it because as soon as he hit me, I returned it, this time never stopping with the abuse.

“You fucking prick! I hate you!” I screamed, continuing to punch and slap his chest. He never once backed away from me however and I couldn’t figure out why. I didn’t care at that moment though. I just wanted him to get away. I shoved him into the coffee table and it shattered in pieces under the pressure of his body and it seemed like he was on his feet again in a matter of seconds before he retaliated with another slap. I sobbed and curled into a ball on the couch, tears pouring down my cheeks, and I couldn’t seem to stop. He knelt beside me and laid his head on my knee and that’s how we stayed the rest of the night.

But that wasn’t the worst of it all. But I’m assuming you’re wondering when I realized when I was in love with Jon? In fact, it was the same morning following our first big fight.

  I woke up and realized that he was gone. I sighed and slouched against the couch before I walked over to the mirror that he had hanging on the wall. It wasn’t much but it showed me what damage had been done last night.

My cheek was bruised and I ran my index finger along the tender skin before I stifled a small cry then turned to see Jon walking into the room holding a small box. He gave me a small smile and set the box down on the couch before he murmured, ”A peace offerin’. A “I’m sorry, babe.” present.” I walked over to the so called peace offering and peered inside of the cardboard then gasped when I realized what was inside.

“Mox! They’re adorable!” I squealed, picking up the little grey kittens. He smiled sheepishly then informed me that he found the box just outside of the compound, just shy from being under the roofing and he didn’t want them to get sick from the rain.

Yeah, I know. That didn’t make up for what he did to me, and what I did to him but that’s when I realized that he cared for me and that’s when I realized that I was head over heels for him, even if it was bad for us. We had several more occasions like the first fight but they escalated from there on out.

But the final argument that we ever had was over something I never thought we would talk about: my true feelings for him. I had confided in Sami about it but it was one of my biggest life mistakes.

“When was you going to tell me?! I thought we agreed no catching fucking sappy ass feelings!” he screamed, bursting into my apartment door. I sighed and stood up then declared, ”I don’t want to talk about this.” He shoved me back then shouted, ”I don’t give a shit about what you want! I fucking told you no feelings.”

“I am so fucking sorry, it’s not like falling in love with your crazy ass was exactly on my list of mistakes to complete in my life!” I screamed, pushing him back. Instead of him screaming back at me immediately like I thought he would, he just pinned me to the back of the couch and roared in my face,”I fucking thought you could handle the no strings attached, fuck buddies thing. I guess I was fucking wrong! Stupid whore!”

I struggled to get my pinned arms free and when I did, I hit him as hard as I could manage in the face. That was one of his many pretty features and by the time I was through with him, I planned on having his body rearranged severely. That would teach him a lesson on toying with people’s hearts.

“Stop it, goddammit!” he snarled, reaching for my hands. But when he couldn’t succeed with that task, he instead grabbed me by the throat and I tensed entirely, in fear of what he might do to me. He leaned closer and I couldn’t help but look into his eyes. They were confused and hurt. But there was something else that I still,cannot, till this day, tell you what it looked like.

“Let me go, and we can end this right fucking now. All of it. You can walk away and go back to the way that we was before we met each other.” I choked out, staring deeply into his eyes. He shook his head then declared, ”I can’t let you do that.”

“Let me go,Jon, and walk away from me or accept the fact that I’ve fallen for you, despite you and I practically beating each other senseless. I only see two options here, Mox, and either way, it doesn’t look like it’s going to end well for either of us.”

“Don’t make me choose. You choose. You’re the one who fell in love with my crazy, ugly ass. Now choose.” I shook my head the best I could then muttered, ”You know which one I would choose and your ugly ass wouldn’t let it go through. So fucking get out of my apartment, Moxley. It’s clear that this fuck buddies thing, is fucking over. Get out. I don’t fucking want your mutt ass anymore.”

“(Y/N), please.” he begged, but still, he backed away from me. I shook my head and pointed wordlessly to the door after handing over his cat. We had decided that we would each keep one if we ever departed from one another.

“No more, Jon. I’m sorry.” I shut the door in his face and sunk against the wood then smiled faintly when Logan, my cat, curled into my lap and curled up in my lap for comfort. I scoffed and muttered, ”You fucking idiot, just add that to another mistake you’ve made in your miserable life.”

But little did I know, that wouldn’t be the last time I would come face to face with Jon Moxley. Or should I say, Dean Ambrose?

Curiosity Kills Part 2 // Jughead Jones


Omg, please write part 2 for that Jug imagine

Oh please please. Part 2 of Curiosity Kills??

Well, here you go! I actually had fun writing this! I hope that I’ve done the ending justice! Enjoy! Also, don’t fret to ask me to tag you in imagines either! I’m always free to!


‘So, wait – you actually had feelings for Y/N? I knew it!’

Jughead was almost regretting telling Archie about Y/N and the fact that Ronnie was willing to help look for the love of his life. He always got too overly excited about Jughead liking girls, but, Archie only ever wanted to see his best friend happy and if this was the way to do it, he was willing to help.

With Betty and Ronnie being A-list super sleuths, they were willing to go to any extent to find out about Y/N’s whereabouts, their first stop, her old house.

The four friends stood out the front, looking at the homey, white little cottage house. It had vines covering the outside walls of it, giving off a very natured theme.

‘Well, the only way to find somewhere to really start to to ask the new owners.’ Betty explained.

‘Wait – how is asking them going to help?’ Archie asked, a confused frown placed on his face.

‘Archikins, if we can find out the sale agent who helped them get this house, we can then take it a step further.’ Ronnie answered. Ronnie took a quick glance at Jughead, who looked like her was over thinking everything. ‘How you holding up, Jughead?’

Jughead studied his friend’s old house, feeling many memories here with stay with her for weeks on end after everything that was happening with his own family and the times they’d shared together. ‘Let’s get some answers.’

The four of them walked up to the front door, Jughead lifting his knuckle to knock on the door. They waited a few seconds before Jughead knocked again, this time, the door became ajar. Jughead pushed the door open further to see the house was completely empty. No sign of life anywhere.

Walking in further, Jughead made a run for the stairs, straight towards Y/N’s bedroom. He pushed open the door to see only a bed remaining, no sheets or pillows, just the mattress on the ground. He was angry at himself for giving up so easily on searching for her, she probably hated him for never trying hard enough to search for her, but that is, if she was even alive.

Jughead kicked the mattress with such force out of anger he managed to flip it over, revealing a brown leather journal. He frowned, picking up the book. He’d never seen this before, Y/N never mentioned she’d written in a diary. She’d always tell Jughead she’d leave the writing to him.

He opened it, seeing a date for every single day, some things about him, others about her family and their fighting, school…everything. He moved to the last page for her last entry that she had recorded.

May 16th 2016

Dear Diary,

I still can’t believe that I introduced every entry like that. I guess maybe I really wasn’t a creative type. Anyway, this’ll be the last entry I leave.

To anyone that can find this, more specifically Jughead, things changed.

I changed.

I didn’t know how to fight it or come to terms with it, I guess this is why I’ve ran away.

Jughead knew it, she did run, she ran as far as she could and he wasn’t there to stop her.

Everyone will be searching for me, even my parents, but I don’t want to be found.

I want to be saved.

I’ve spent too much time trying to be the best I could for everyone else, but never for me. My family…though they always wanted to best for me, they forced it way too much.

I broke.

I didn’t ever want anyone to see that happy, bubbly girl broken…especially you, Juggie.

Jughead felt his eyes starting to water, reading the words Y/N wrote from her own heart.

Juggie, if you ever find this and you’ve given up hope in finding me, I wanna let you know that I’m not mad and I never will be. I can’t bare you to see me in this state of mind, looking so sad and lost…I was supposed to give you hope and happiness that you never got with your own family, I’m sorry that I couldn’t do that.

There’s something else you should know, and I can’t keep in anymore.

I love you, Jughead Jones III. I always have.

I know we are friends, but I wish for more every time I’m with you. If you finally find this at some point, I wanna give a clue into finding me, if you want to find me.

What is my favourite place where I feel the safest?

You’ll know, you always did.

Love Y/N.

Jughead closed the journal, running his fingers over the front cover. He knew exactly where she could be and he couldn’t believe he didn’t think of it sooner. He sprinted down the stairs to his friends, looking flustered but full of adrenaline. His friends looked at him then to the journal he held in his hand.

‘Guys, I think I found her.’

‘That’s great. So, where is she?’ Ronnie asked.

‘The place she feels the safest. The same place where we met for the first time…’

‘Which is where?’ Betty asked.

‘The old Riverdale Library.’


They all sprinted up the staircase of the abandoned Riverdale library, seeing the padlock had already broken off of the entrance. That hadn’t happened before, something was wrong. Jughead sprinted inside, followed by his friends who looked everywhere.

‘Y/N!’ Jughead exclaimed, his voice echoing throughout the building. He ran straight over to her favourite section of the library. He looked down the isle, seeing a bunch of blankets and a body laying on top of them. ‘Oh my god…’

Betty, Ronnie and Archie watched in horror as they saw the body laying still on top of the blankets. Jughead bent down, grabbing their shoulder to see the face of the girl he loved, Y/N…


She was battered and bruised, a black eye consuming most of her face. She looked so pale and fragile, but still had the same Y/H/C hair he’d remembered from so long ago.

‘Y/N, c’mon – wake up…’ Jughead whispered. He shook her shoulder gently, seeing her Y/E/C orbs looking at him. She gave him a tired, weak smile, which made Jughead’s heart warm at the sight. He finally found her. He did it.

‘Hey Juggie,’ she croaked out, ‘You got my message, huh?’

‘Yeah, I did.’ He grabbed her cold hand in his large, warm one, lacing his fingers with her.

‘Too bad someone else found me before you did…’ she coughed, slowly sitting up. She looked behind him to see the faces of Archie, Betty and an unfamiliar raven haired girl. ‘My father… he-he worked for some pretty bad people. Not like what your dad is Jug, it-it was so much worse.’

‘How bad, Y/N?’ Archie asked instead, kneeling down next to Jughead.

‘That they fled before I had even returned home.’ Jughead’s heart hurt hearing the words of the people that were almost like his own parents. ‘These guys, another gang, were after him and I ran, but not with my parents. They’re somewhere in hiding in San Francisco the last time I heard and changed their name. I decided to move around different places, but I always came back here to the library, hoping and waiting that someone would find my note in my diary. Sadly, the gang did before you.’ She gestured to her bruised and blooded face, looking into Jughead’s sad eyes. ‘I’m alright, just in a little pain.’

‘Why didn’t you ask for help? You know Kevin’s dad would’ve done something.’ Betty reasoned.

‘Because it was too risky and I knew they were after me to get to my parents. What if they went after you guys next?’ Y/N looked at each of her friends faces It was best I remained in hiding until Jughead found me.’

‘You’re safe now, alright? Nothing’s going to happen to you anymore, I promise.’ Jughead cupped Y/N’s cheeks with his hands, placing his lips onto hers, something he’d been waiting to do for so long. He pulled away, pulling her in for a hug. Y/N gripped onto him, feeling her eyes water in happiness. She grabbed hold of Archie’s hand and gave Betty a warm smile.

‘Not to be rude, but, who’s the new girl?’ Y/N asked, making Ronnie chuckle.

‘I’m Veronica Lodge, I’m new to Riverdale – well, not really anymore. It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/N. Feel free to call me Ronnie.’ She smiled, nodding her head.

‘You too, Ronnie.’ Y/N chuckled, standing up with the help of Jughead. Y/N looked over to the entrance, clenching Jughead’s hand. ‘Where am I gonna live, Jug?’

‘You can live with me.’ Archie answered. ‘Jug’s moved in, I’m sure my dad would be glad to see you alive.’ Y/N chuckled, nodding her head towards him.

‘Thanks Andrews, I’ve missed Fred.’ She laughed, walking along beside Jughead.

Archie, Ronnie and Betty walked ahead, leaving Jughead and Y/N to have a private moment together. ‘So,’ Jughead began, a small smirk on his face, ‘you love me, huh?’

Y/N chuckled, looking down at her feet. ‘Maybe, and with that kiss, I’m guessing you love me, huh?’ She mocked, causing Jug to laugh.

‘Yeah, yeah I do. As long as I’m alive, Y/N, you’re never leaving my side again.’ He kissed her forehead, pulling her close to his chest, where his heart warmed for her.

‘I’m okay with that.’ She whispered.

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lingoarchaic  asked:

Hey, it's me Vegetastan ☺. Got a new play along for ya. Trunks: Hey Mom, can I ask you something? Mom: Sure, what is it? Trunks: How did you know you were in love with Papa?

Bulma momentarily stopped spreading the chocolate frosting over the cake she’d just baked for her husband and she looked at her son.

“Why do you ask?” She finally said, resuming her task.

“Well… Today is your wedding anniversary, right?”

“Yeah… And?”

“And… Every year I go to Goten’s place so you two can celebrate together…”

Bulma kept working on her cake, secretly wondering where her child was going with this. It was unlike Trunks to ask a lot of questions about her relationship with Vegeta, particularly about their early rocky years.


“So, every year Goten’s mom asks me about you two. Like… I don’t know… It’s almost like she can’t believe you guys are in love or something…”

The hidden sorrow behind her son’s voice made her heart sink a little, and her anger at her discovery of Chichi’s nosiness didn’t help either.

‘Damn, Chichi…’

She was one to talk about love and romance…  

Her husband only married her in order to keep some stupid childhood promise he’d made without even knowing what marriage was really all about. Thankfully, it’d all worked out in the end for the two of them, but it wasn’t as if it’d been the ‘Romance of the Century’ either, certainly, not at the beginning.

For Dende’s sake! Goku even thought getting married had to do with food!

“Sweetie, come here. Sit down…” Bulma said softly, encouraging the boy to sit by her side. She guessed it was as good a time as any to discuss certain things with Trunks.

She quickly finished her work and she set the finished cake aside, peeking at the large bowl on the table, which still had some melted chocolate left in it.

“Wanna dip?” Bulma offered, playfully wiggling her eyebrows.

Trunks replied enthusiastically, without hesitation. “Yeah!”

Bulma chuckled, shaking her head as she walked to Capsule Corp.’s massive fridge to fetch some fresh strawberries. Living with a couple of Saiyans wasn’t always easy, but at least it wasn’t hard to figure out how to cheer them up: with lots of delicious food.

She set the strawberries on the table, quietly offering them to Trunks, who eagerly grabbed a juicy berry and happily dipped it into the chocolate as Bulma imitated his actions.

“So… Love, uh?”


“Okay… Well…” Bulma started, taking another bite. “I’d say it wasn’t something that happened overnight, you know?”

The little boy scowled. “So, it wasn’t like in the movies?”

“In the movies?”

“Yeah…” Trunks shrugged. “Like, when the girl meets the guy and she knows she’s gonna marry him and stuff…”

The woman smiled knowingly. “You mean ‘love at first sight’, right?”

“I guess…”

“Mmm… No, Trunks. From my experience, love doesn’t really work that way.”

“It doesn’t?” Trunks asked, honestly surprised.

Bulma finished her strawberry, picking up another one and losing count of how many her son had already eaten.

“Nope. I think you have to get to know a person before you love them. I don’t believe you can really love someone you don’t know too well…”

There was a brief pause, and Trunks realized his mom was now deep in thought.

“I guess I knew I was in love with your dad sometime before I found out I was pregnant with you…” She finally concluded.

“Really?” The child enquired, raising his eyebrows. “So, you didn’t like him at first?”

“Oh, no! That’s not what I meant! If I hadn’t liked him I would have never invited him to live here! No… I guess… I guess what I mean is… You know your dad is a quiet man, right?”

“Uh-huh…” He agreed.

“So, that’s why it took longer for me to get to know him, I guess…”

Trunks swallowed a mouthful of berries before asking again.

“And why is that?”

“Why is what?”

“You know… Why is dad so quiet? Is it because he’s Saiyan?”

Bulma tilted her head to the side a little, knowing she had to be careful with how much information about Vegeta’s past she disclosed to her son. When Trunks was a baby and Vegeta finally agreed to stay on Earth and give their relationship and fatherhood a chance, she knew, even though her man had been too proud to discuss such things, that Vegeta was probably afraid of his son ending up hating him in the future, so she told him he’d only talk about his past with Trunks when the child was older and only if he felt comfortable discussing certain matters with him.

Interestingly enough, Bulma had never been truly scared of Trunks hating Vegeta when he’d finally discover his past. After all, if Mirai Trunks had ended up loving and respecting him so much without having spent a lot of time with him, she knew their Trunks, the one who’d actually been raised by a dad he fiercely admired, would undoubtedly forgive his father’s evil deeds when he was older.

“I think so, Trunks… I think a big part of it has to do with him being Saiyan. And, also… Well, your dad didn’t have a lot of friends growing up, so I guess it was hard for him at first to open up to people…”

“Papa had no friends?”

One look at Trunks’ sad frown told Bulma she’d just perhaps said too much…

“Hey! Come here!” Bulma asked invitingly, offering him a hug with open arms her son accepted greedily. She hugged him tightly and kissed his forehead, realizing that, even though Trunks wasn’t a small child anymore, he’d always be her little boy to her.

“Your dad grew up in Space, and it’s harder to make friends out there, that’s all…” She lied, after all, there’d be enough time for her son to discover how dark the Universe could be sometimes. Until then, she’d protect his innocence as much as she could, not that the child hadn’t already gone through hard times during the battle against Buu.  

“But then he came to Earth and we all welcomed him. And now he has lots of friends, right?”

Trunks smirked, so much like his father the resemblance was uncanny.

“He does…” He agreed.

Bulma held him closer, whispering in his ear. “And we all love him very much, don’t we?”

The boy blushed, embarrassed about disclosing his feelings towards his father in front of his mom.

Oh, yeah…

He was Vegeta’s child, after all…

“Moooom…” He whined as Bulma playfully ruffled his hair.

“We do love him! Now, be a good boy and bring your dad his cake, he’s been in the GR for too long and he needs to take a break anyway.”

Trunks cautiously held the massive chocolate cake his mom had baked for his dad, knowing just how much it must have meant for her since Bulma almost never cooked, always relying on their own private chefs to deal with all the cooking.

“Be careful, baby…” Bulma warned him tenderly.

“Mom?” Trunks asked again, already on his way out of the kitchen.


“Then when did you finally know you were in love with Papa?”

“Oh, right… Um… I guess I knew when I finally realized I’d be really sad if I ever had to live without him; that was also before I got pregnant with you,” she honestly replied.

It was the truth.

Despite the fact that it was their mutual physical attraction towards each other what started their sexual affair so many years ago, at some point around the time she discovered she was pregnant with Trunks, she finally had the courage to admit to herself she’d really fallen in love with the proud Saiyan Prince and, even though Vegeta was still in deep denial about their new, still very fragile relationship, she knew he’d already grown fond of her on some level even then.

All in all, Bulma liked to believe there’d been some kind of love involved during Trunks’ conception, and she unquestionably wanted her child to firmly believe that too.

“I see… Thanks Mom!”

“No problem, sweetie… Careful with that cake! And don’t drop the fork!” She cautioned as she saw the boy walking out into the garden in search of his father.

Once he reached his destination, Trunks knocked twice on the heavy gate of his dad’s beloved Gravity Room. Almost instantly, the buzzing noise ceased, signaling Vegeta had switched it off, and a very sweaty Saiyan opened the metal door.

“What is it, boy?” He asked, wiping off some of the sweat from his brow with a white towel and taking a large gulp of ice cold water with his other hand.

“Um, Mom asked to bring you this, she made it for you…”

One look at the sweet delicacy told Vegeta all he needed to know about what day it was.

“I see…” He replied, sitting on the stairs by the door and grabbing the cake, putting it carefully on his lap and picking up the fork his woman had also placed on the large plate. When he raised his gaze, he noticed Trunks still standing right in front of him, staring at him with intrigued eyes.

“Is there anything else you need, boy?”

“Uh? Um, no, that was all… I hope you like it, Papa!”

Vegeta assented in confirmation and just as his son was about to leave, he saw him turn around, asking him one final question.



“You have a lot of friends now, right?”

The Prince stopped chewing on his mouthful of cake for a moment, wondering what the Hell was the kid talking about now. Whatever it was, the expression on his face told him it was a serious question, so he pondered his words for a minute.


What a word…

He knew just how fond those damned earthlings were of their friendships and all of those strange, sentimental attachments and, yet, hadn’t he ended up becoming one of them anyway?

The closest thing to a ‘friend’ he’d had before he landed on Earth were Nappa and Raditz, and they were more like comrades to him, subjects of the Royal Crown, and if he was honest with himself, they basically stuck together because they were the only ones from their kind left.

Then, did he have any friends?

If the definition of a friend was someone who fought by your side and that you could rely on when things got ugly, then, much to his shame, he had to admit all these bizarre, ridiculous people had become his friends, so he assented.

“I do, boy. Now, why don’t you go to the kitchen and help your mother clean up?”

Trunks offered him the brightest smile, and he looked so relieved by his answer that now Vegeta knew he’d definitely have to ask Bulma what that whole friend questioning thing was all about later. He had the feeling she’d had a hand on it.

“Sure!” He yelled, running to the kitchen. “Have fun with Mom tonight!”

Vegeta drank some more water, paying close attention to the scene taking place now in their kitchen through its large glass windows. Trunks was, indeed, helping Bulma place all the dirty dishes in the dishwasher as she sat down, distractedly rubbing her belly. He noticed his wife had been doing that a lot ever since she’d found out she was pregnant again, and even though she wasn’t showing yet, she kept caressing her still flat tummy at all times. It was a miracle no one had noted her strange behavior yet. Bulma had insisted they kept it a secret for as long as they could, concerned about something potentially going wrong during the early stages. She was older now than she was when she conceived Trunks and he’d had a hard time convincing her about having another child.

He smirked, pleased to see his son was growing up to be a responsible young man, obeying him without question, though he knew Bulma had played a big role on Trunks becoming the kind-hearted kid he was. Without his mother’s presence around him, the child would have probably become the grumpy, miserable man he himself had been before the woman came into his life, smashing his barriers down and making him see and explore life in a way he never thought possible.

The warrior savored another bite of the delicious cake, secretly trying to imagine what kind of a surprise his mischievous little minx would have prepared for him tonight, and he wiped off his brow again with the back of his hand, looking at the summer’s bright blue sky and wondering how was it possible that someone like him ended up getting so damn lucky.

Yes, life was good for the Saiyan Prince… 

There you go @lingoarchaic!

Sorry it took me so long to write this one for you!

Now I finally have more free time to write again, I hope you like it!

Do You Ever Regret It? Pt.1

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff (later)

“Do you ever regret it?”

“Regret what?”

“Leaving me.”

From: Kim Namjoon

Hey I’m in town. Meet me at our place at 5?

I stared at his message in disbelief. He wasn’t serious was he? He couldn’t possibly be. Four years of no contact and now he wants to talk? This bastard was hella ballsy.

Okay let me back up- start over.  

Namjoon and I were childhood friends; we were thick as thieves- adjoined at the hip.  I was the timid, quiet girl who always had a notebook and pen on hand to create a universe in which I could escape. He played the role of a hipster with vast philosophical knowledge about life and a fiery passion for the musical arts. As we began to grow older it was a cliché. Adornment and love blossomed in our hearts for one another as we began to slowly see each other in a different light. Our senior year of high school I was able to call him mine. The feeling of being in love was complete nirvana. Namjoon had become my drug, always on cloud nine. Nothing could drag me down from this euphoric high. It wasn’t until about two years after when I came crashing back down to earth.

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I Don’t Bite - Yoongi Scenario

so I deleted all 28+ stories that I wrote from my previous writing blog because of personal reasons. But I really wanted to post my stories here, along with some additional ones that may come along ;; 


Summary: Lazy vampire Min Yoongi who gets his meals delivered to him everyday.

Word Count: 2,035

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and Yoongi was sprawled out on the couch rubbing his temples and wondering when the heck was the too-tall delivery boy going to give him his daily doze of blood bags.

It wasn’t like Jungkook to arrive later than 9 in the morning. In fact it was already time for lunch and the boy hasn’t even shown up at his doorstep. Muttering a curse, Yoongi propped his head up on one of the pillows, taking out his phone from his pocket.


“The box is there, the address is on the post-it note attached.”


“You can go home after that.”

“But Sir-”

Your boss gave you a look - one that screamed ‘you’re gonna be kicked out from this job opportunity if you don’t deliver the box now’. Lips instinctively drooping down to the floor, you glanced at the small box.

“He’s our most valuable customer, Y/N.” Your boss sighed. “He’s the only one who orders blood to be delivered to him every single day. He basically funds our bank.”

You held back another sigh. “But I’m a lab tech, not a delivery-”

“A lab tech who just entered today, mind you.” He shook his head, crossing his arms. “Take it as your task today to deliver the box because we have no one else to replace Jungkook right now.”

Shutting your eyes in mental preparation, you hung the lab coat you didn’t even get to put on back on the hook, walking towards the dreaded box and slinging the strap over your shoulder. “I’m going now, Sir.”

Your boss nodded, smiling.

There was no way he was going to step out of the comfort of his home just to find a person wiling enough to let him suck some blood out of their neck so that he would be able to quench his thirst. Yoongi was almost about to throw an embarrassing tantrum over the phone when the blood bank’s CEO said that they didn’t have anyone to deliver the bags to him that day - saying that Jungkook had quit last minute due to his grades dropping and his mom ordering him to make use of his time to study. It was a good thing the CEO promised him that he would get someone to deliver the day’s meal to him just after a few minutes of complaints.

As the clock indicated two hours past twelve though, Yoongi was tempted to get out of his comfort zone and storm up to the bank to collect the bags himself - when the doorbell rang.


Rushing to open the door, the familiar scent of packaged blood greeted him - along with some other strong, strong sweet scent that made his pupils dilate.

The box of goods was pushed into his face.

“Mi-Min Yoong-gi ssi? H-Here yo-you go.”

Swerving his head to the side, he could see a petite girl, head faced down, arms trembling as she lifted the box.

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows as he took the box from her hands, setting it down on the floor. You looked up when the weight disappeared, regretting your action immediately when your eyes met deep, dark ones. Body shaking, you bowed instantly, turning on your heels to make a run for it.


You were quickly jerked back as a hand gripped your wrist, turning you to face the taller. Eyes wide, you looked from the hand enclosing your wrist to the vampire in front, gulping. “Y-Yes?”

The male narrowed his eyes on you, brows still knitted together. Leaning his face forward in curiosity, he was hit by a waft of citrusy sweetness - causing him to swallow thickly. At the look on your face, he leaned back. “Sorry.”

You could only whimper in response - much too overwhelmed with the fact that one of your greatest fears had his face that close to yours, and with the coldness surrounding your wrist - touching you too.

Yoongi raised a brow at the sound. “Are you… scared of me?”

“I-I’m I-”

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows once more, “I don’t bite.” He pursed his lips. “I mean, when I don’t need too.”

Another whimper.

Taking a good look at you, he gently released his hold. “I’m sorry.”

You were preparing yourself to run away from the vampire the moment he let you go… but at the soft voice, you couldn’t help but look up.

There was a moment of silence as gazes were exchanged, before the male broke it. Rubbing the back of his neck, he glanced at you, “Thanks for the… stuff.” Biting his lips, he took a brief look at you. “Just, don’t be… yeah.” He went inside, door shutting behind him.


You meekly nodded - oddly not trying to leave as fast this time.

You had always been terrified of creatures with fangs ever since you were a little girl. You weren’t sure why but you assumed it had something to do with your aunt who detested vampires for some certain reason, telling you that they were mean, scary, bad creatures. Your parents chided her for doing that though. They told you that vampires weren’t as bad as your aunt made them to be, that they were just as human as you except for the fact that they consumed blood for food.

But seeing a vampire drain your friend in the back of an alley kind of traumatised you.

Yoongi stood by the door much longer than he needed to. Biting the inside of his cheek, he licked his lips, “Y/N right?”

Your eyes widened, “You know my name?”

“I uh,” Yoongi took a deep breath in. “Yes… yes I know your name.”

When the door closed the day before, Yoongi found himself releasing a long breath he didn’t know he had been holding, leaning his back against the wall. Sure he spent his time cooping himself up in his studio working on songs and stuff without any personal contact with anyone in the outside world except for Jungkook and sometimes Hoseok for the past few months, but Yoongi wasn’t the nervous type, so why was he so anxious seeing that particular girl with the scarily addictive scent that was supposedly afraid of him?

Yoongi also found himself calling the blood bank’s CEO to praise the person that delivered the blood bags to him that afternoon - forgetting the little detail that you came hours late - and requested for the same person to deliver blood to him the following day.

“How did you-”

“Are you thirsty?”

You stared at the male.

“I mean, uh, I have drinks and stuff in the fridge… if you want.” Yoongi mentally cursed himself at the randomness. You were clearly terrified of him yesterday why would you even-

“Actually I am quite…” You trailed off, questioning your mentality. “Thirsty.”
“Oh.” Yoongi cleared his throat, surprise in his eyes, moving to the side to make some space, “Come in then?”

You doubted your sanity once again when you willingly stepped into the vampire’s apartment. For all you knew, the guy could be using his vampire powers to play with your mind and lure you in to suck your blood dry but…

“No really, I make the best ramen.” Yoongi gave you a determined look, gums showing in a grin. “My friend Hoseok taught me how to make it one time.” He stared into the distance in wonder, “Don’t know why I even agreed to learn though.”

“I bet you can’t make ramen as nice as I can though.” You unconsciously teased, placing down your glass of water. “I make the best ramen!”

Yoongi gave you a look, lips tempted to curve up into a smile, “Is this a challenge?”

You held in your laughter, “Is it?”

“That’s it, I’m calling Hoseok.”

It was undeniable that Min Yoongi completely ridded you of your fear.
Uncountable weeks were spent catching the bus to Yoongi’s house from the blood bank, spending at least an hour inside talking and doing all sorts of random stuff from Yoongi wanting to hear you sing, to you teaching Yoongi how to make kimbap. Conversations were light-hearted and comfortable and filled with laughter and made your heart flutter from the pure happiness of just listening to his soothing voice… until one particular day.

Yoongi shifted around more than usual, licking his lips more often than usual - not that you were paying attention or anything.


Your eyes met each other’s for the first time since that morning. Slightly nervous at his readable gaze, you bit the inside of your cheek. “Yeah?”

Yoongi stayed still for a second before slowly sitting himself closer to you, bending his face down to your level.

It was like deja-vu.

Except this time, you weren’t trembling in fear but strangely - anticipation.

He took a deep breath in, gently placing his hand on your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek. Gazing at you with so, so much emotion, he whispered, “…Can I?

Heart beating so, so fast, you managed a nod.

Almost instantly, soft lips were pressed against yours, parting gently. Unlike the coolness you felt when his hands graze yours, or when he caresses the top of your head… warmth was what enveloped you. His other hand made its way to the back of your neck, lips ghosting over yours. Gaze never breaking, he almost inaudibly said, “Can I… taste you?

The anxiousness and worry in his eyes was replaced with surprise and happiness and something you couldn’t quite figure out when you nodded once again.

“Sir, where’s the box?”

Your boss spun in his chair. “There’s no box today, apparently. He doesn’t want his meals delivered today.”

Brows furrowing, your lips parted, “But why-”

The male shrugged, sighing, “At least the month’s fees have been paid.” Giving you a smile, he continued, “Guess you can start on your work early today, huh?”

You were about to answer when your phone vibrated.

Morning. Meet me at the park near my place after work… please?

Never would Yoongi have thought that the first time he’d be stepping his foot outside of his apartment would be to meet up with someone - and on his own accord at that.

But that someone was unknowingly filling up the hole he didn’t know he had in his dead heart…

And never had Yoongi felt so alive.

“Yoongi!” You ran up towards the male once you caught sight of that familiar beanie.

The million questions that bombarded you at work started popping up at the silent stare - how you thought that maybe your blood tasted so bad that Yoongi didn’t have any appetite to eat for the entire day and-

“Thank you.”

You snapped out of your daze, looking up at the guy.

At your visible confusion, Yoongi took a step closer. “For letting me drink… your blood yesterday.” He rambled on, pursing his lips, “I never got the chance to properly thank you. I felt full all day yesterday and couldn’t even finish the bags you delivered and today I didn’t even feel hungry at all, just satisfied and-”

“Wait, so my blood didn’t taste bad?”

Yoongi gave you a look, lips quirking up into a soft smile at your relieved face. Hands cupping your cheeks, he bent down to nuzzle your nose with his. “You tasted like the perfect melody, like the laughter you blessed me with when Hoseok chose your ramen, like the recording of your singing that lulls me to sleep every night, like…” he swallowed thickly, so, so nervous, “like the urge to tell you I love you since day one.”

Your eyes widened, blush creeping up your cheeks.

“I love you.” Yoongi said, anxious but sure. “Do you-”

Shy lips cut him off in a peck.

Face so, so red, you hurriedly pulled back, diverting your eyes from a largely grinning Min Yoongi.

“You know I’m gonna cancel all my deliveries from now on.”

At that, you whipped your head up to him, eyes wide, “Why-”

Yoongi gave that gummy smile from day two.

Because I don’t need a blood bank anymore, I need you.

  • I’m the one who taught you how to love. 
  • No need for goodbye. I’ll see you on the flip side.
  • Do you like who I am or do you miss who I was?
  • I’m the only non bitter person at this bitter ball.
  • Cold, manipulative, good hair. You really are my daughter.
  • How’s my dress? It screams safe and predictable. Am I right? Or am I right?
  • I don’t deserve to be loved.
  • Great. Then my work here is done
  • God, you’re hot… now go away.
  • I couldn’t miss it. You really are hot in a suit. I would love to just… 
  • I know not to pet one. 
  • No rules,____. Don’t you remember? No rules. 
  • Yeah… based on your choice in women, I’d say otherwise. 
  • Stop. I already know the question and it’s answer…
  • We’re gonna have so much fun together. 
  • I win, what`s my prize? 
  • You hate me, huh? That sounds like the beginning of a love story, ____, not the end of one.
  • The truth is I`ve never loved you
  • You loved me once, you can love me again
  • Why did you keep this picture?
  • Love, hate, such a fine line. I can wait
  • I guess you don’t hate me as much as you thought you did.
  • I will kill everyone that she loves, while she watches, and then I will kill her while you watch.
  • I love you, ____. We will be together again. I promise.
  • Do you honestly believe that I don`t have a plan B? And if that fails a plan C and a plan D. You know how the alphabet works don`t you. 
  • I will always look out for myself. If you`re smart, you`ll do the same
  • Better you die than I
  • Don`t be such a grump. We`re here together. We might as well make the best out of it. 
  • You can hate me, but we both want the same thing. And you know..I always get what I want. 
  • If it’s any consolation, I’m glad you’re not dead.
  • I don’t know. You kidnapped me remember, I’m kind of out of the loop.
  • Life is too cruel. If we cease to believe in love, why would you want to live? 
Part 4. This was not the plan

Author’s Note: I apologize for taking my time once again. Summer break is finally here but I will be out of town for three weeks. I will try to post part five through my trip but I’m not making promises. Thank you for the patience, feedback would be great!

Summary:  Everything was perfect at least she thought so until Dean presented the reader with divorce papers. That was just the beginning of a complicated life for the reader.

Part 1. Part 2.  Part 3.

“Do you have everything ready?” Margaret asks as she helps you bring down your bags from the house.

“Trust me, I double checked everything” You sigh as you place the last bag Margaret brought into your trunk. 

“Well…I guess this is it huh?” Margaret looks at you while she bites her lip.

“I guess so…”You take a deep breath as you close the trunk.

“You can do this…and if anything goes bad, you can always call me and I’ll be there” Margaret gives you a tight hug.

“Thanks, but I need you in the office more than ever.” You hug her back wanting to hold on to her for a bit longer.

You didn’t like the idea of having to go back home in this circumstances. In fact, you never thought you would be back home so soon. It’s only been a couple of months since you left and you weren’t sure if you were ready to see Dean again. You really didn’t have much of a choice but to go and announce you pregnancy.

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anonymous asked:

A couple of headcanons about the guys when Candy kisses their neck for the first time? :DDDD pretty please

Mmmm I really writing about this type of stuff and yes sure anon bc I need to catch up today. This’ll be kinda short since - again, it’s a short request anD TG IT IS ,, but i’m sorry if you all don’t like the shortness here,, Anyway, enjoy.


In shock. Honestly, Nath would question himself about what Candy did. He’s the type of guy that would sit there for a few seconds and comprehend what had just happened like “Did Candy just…seriously do that?” Not that he’s complaining, he really likes Candy’s bold side. 

Would relax a bit and let her do it some more, if that was just it, he wold try and initiate himself just to give it back to her. Seriously, Nath would be turned on by Candy just like that, especially with her bold side.


Impressed. Castiel would be slightly suprised, but totally in for Candy’s bold side. He would probably remark that “Guess I’ve been rubbing off on you too much huh, Candy?” No doubt that Castiel would kiss her himself and just hold her close beyond that point. 

This boy never shows the fact how much he loves his little Candy’s bold side. They’d probably have this mini make out session but, just spend time with eachother beyond that point. It’s like Candy’s getting a little influence from him…who knows, maybe.


Slightly overwhelmed to being flustered. At first, I don’t think Lysander would even notice until Candy is just giving him a face/smirk. Okay Lysander is probably one of the most flustered out of the boys, like holy heck he’s not used to a bold Candy. 

“It’s always like no matter what you do…you always find a way to turn me on,” Likely would blush a lot and not saying anything, he’d suddenly euphoric about it like - woah some new turn on there. He can’t help but melt inside when Candy is dominant.


Forward ‘n’ flirty. Armin is very forward, I can see him just getting eye-wide for a moment and just blushing a little bit,  He’d mainly try to hide the fact of how much he liked it - especially for his ‘first time’. Then that famous grin of his, would be right plastered across his face. 

Seriously though this boy would honestly have no shame in throwing the “…Two can play at that game, Candy.” It’d either lead to him kissing all over her face or some make out session. Regardless, Armin loves when Candy is dominant.


Overwhelmed. Kentin would just stop for a moment of whatever he’s doing and just actually think if that ‘really just happened’. Until reality hits him in the face, that’s when Kentin would just blush. He’s such a blushing mess, it’s adorable. 

He probably would be at a lost of what to say like - other than an awkward thanks, he’d try to gain composure with some “T-That was nice..” just to even out the awkwardness. Candy would probably have to make him better with some cuddling after, this boy always finds himself blown away by her.