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Not So Vanilla 

Summary: The reader is stuck in the friend zone with Archie but desperately wants out. She’s so in her head that she doesn’t pick up on the constant hints Archie drops, or even listen to what Jughead tells her. One party changes all that. 

Word Count: 5458

Author’s note: Okay this is my first Archie imagine!! Please let me know your thoughts and I’m sorry it’s long but trust me theres a lot of smut;) I want to write more Riverdale so tell me if you like it!

You were sitting at a booth in Pop’s across from your best friend Jughead, eating some fries and a milkshake. Jughead was in the middle of one of his philosophical rants about this small town and, “ All the damn secrets within it”.

Riverdale had been turned upside down ever since of the murder of Jason Blossom, and everyone was acting differently. Jughead swore something was up and suddenly your small group of friends turned into, “ Mystery Incorporated” aka the characters of Scooby Doo.

You were distracted from what Jughead was saying when you saw Archie walk in to pick up an order. The thing about Archie was that you were good friends, but you’d always had feelings for him.

The reason you never acted on it was because your other best friend Betty had been in a similar boat, and when she confessed her feelings Archie explained he didn’t feel the same way. Betty was incredible and if Archie turned down her you’d hate to see what he’d do to you.

Betty had moved on and actually started to have something with Jughead, but you still felt like by the laws of girl code it was a no go. Regardless you couldn’t help but stare and let your thoughts drift.

There was always something about Archie that made you think he wasn’t as “innocent” or  “vanilla” as he seemed. Maybe it was because you weren’t so innocent yourself, but that was something not a lot of people got to see.

The more you thought about it the more you realized Jughead was right, the people of Riverdale did have a lot of secrets. You were pulled from your day dreaming when a fry hit your face, “ Earth to (y/n) stop staring I can basically smell the angst radiating off of you”.

Rolling your eyes you threw a fry back, “ Come on Juggy maybe you’re just threatened that someone might have just as big of an imagination as you”. The Archie you truly wanted lived strictly in your imagination because in real life you couldn’t act on your feelings.

Jughead grinned, “  I have a feeling your imagination turns 50 Shades of Orange themed when you look at Archie, and I am NOT threatened by that”. He began to laugh, amused at his own joke leaving you sighing.

If there was anyone who knew just how dirty your mind could get it was Jughead, but that’s why you loved your friendship. You shot right back, “ Don’t even make me bring Betty into this it’s called a Betty Bomb for a reason and I wonder how she makes you explo-”.

Your sentence was cut off when Archie forced Jughead to push over, sitting down in the booth. Jughead sat there looking all to smug watching a blush creep over your face, praying that Archie didn’t pick up on what you’d been saying.

Archie picked up a fry, “ What were you guys talking about? Normal “this is all a conspiracy theory” stuff?”. Jughead went to open his mouth but you cut him off, “ Something like that…what are you doing here?”.

He leaned forward and sipped from the straw of your milkshake, a weird look in his eyes as he did so. Once he’d drank long enough he explained, “ Picking up an order for the ole man I swear we better do something tonight because if I stay in my house any longer-”.

Jughead intervened, “ You’ll end up like Jason Blossom?”. Archie laughed, “ Jeez Juggy that’s morbid of you…but I guess so”. You felt your mind begin to run wild thinking about what plans the night could possibly bring.

Jughead looked to you, “ You know (y/n) was saying the same thing earlier, she’s just dying to have some fun tonight”. Archie raised an eyebrow and a smirk formed upon his lips. He was intrigued, “ Really doll? I figured you were spending too much time with Jughead over here and going to the dark side”.

Archie had many pet names for you ranging from doll to princess, and they were all really outdated. That was the thing about this town and the people within; you could all be so old fashioned at the same time you were living in the 21st century. Each time he used one of his nicknames it made you core ache.  

You smiled, “ With everything that’s been happening recently I think we all could have some fun….distract ourselves from the current episode of Pretty Little Liars that we’re living in”. Both boys laughed, it was all too true.

You heard the clack of heels which only meant one thing, Veronica. She walked right over to the table after saying hello to her mom, “ Hello Archiekins and the rest of the rag-tag gang”.

Unlike you Veronica had no problem showing her feelings for Archie, and she walked right over Betty while doing so. Jughead sighed, “ That’s what we’re referred to as, the rag-tag gang?”.

She made Jughead push down again as she slid into the booth, making space for herself where there was none. Archie placed a hand on Jughead’s shoulder, “ Don’t worry Juggy, you’re the ragiest of them all”.

Jughead rolled his eyes, getting annoyed with the little space he had, “ You know I think there’s a limit for how many people can sit on one side of a booth…. yeah Newton founded it”. Veronica had put all her attention on Archie so Jughead’s comment went over her head.

Munching on a fry she asked, “ So what’s a girl like me to do on a night like this?”. Jughead made a face meant only for you and you couldn’t help but giggle. Betty was able to see the good in everyone, and she was the one of the few who could find it in Veronica.

Veronica had been a classic mean girl at her old school but was trying to fix her ways, with everyone BUT you. There was always this tension between you both, and it was all her creation.

In your life of sin all you truly needed was; Jughead, Betty, and Archie. When Veronica was thrown into the mix things became unleveled, but you hoped that you’d soon get to the bottom of whatever was causing it.

Archie looked to you with a smile on his face, “ Well (y/n) suggested we do something fun, and I say we embrace her wild impulses”. He finished his sentence with a wink and you felt your heart leap from your chest.

Veronica wasn’t as amused, “ You’re kidding right? She’s a total Janis not a Regina”. Archie rolled his eyes, “ I don’t know what’s worse Ronnie the fact that I understand that reference or you ability to forget it’s always the quiet ones”.  

Jughead choked on his milkshake at Archies comment, if only he knew. Archie patted Jughead on the back but raised an eyebrow at you, picking up on what had just happened. Trying to downplay things you laughed, “ Come on Jug you should know how to drink by now”.

After catching his breath Jughead replied, “ Sorry (y/n) I just had a revelation, maybe we should hangout at your house..won’t your parents be on a work trip”. You wanted to kill Jughead but instead just smiled.

Veronica grinned, “ Let’s have ourselves a little project x shall we?”. You shook your head, “ Uh how about more like The Breakfast Club”. She rolled her eyes but both Jughead and Archie seemed down.

Archie laughed, “ Anything that will get me out of the house I’m down, let’s invite Betty too”. Veronica tried to hide her disappointment, but both you and Jughead picked up on it. Smiling you replied, “ I’m sure Jughead would love another night with Betty huh Juggy?”.

Once again he threw a fry at you, hoping to distract from how red his face was. Veronica smiled, “ So I guess that means you pair off with me Archiekins”. You wanted to pour your vanilla milkshake over her head right then and there.

Archie looked to you, “ Sorry Ronnie but I think I’m going to have to watch over (y/n) tonight, make sure she actually has fun for once”. You grinned right back at him, and the thought alone made butterflies take flight in your stomach.

Veronica got up, “ Well I should be going, text me the details and I’ll grace you all with my presence later” she tried to hide her anger towards everyone else but shot daggers at you. Finally she walked away leaving you three alone.

Archie took another fry, “ I know Ronnie is trying her best to be a good person but I wish she’d respect my space”. You’d always thought that Archie was interested in Veronica, but that all just changed. Jughead gave you a look that said, “ I told you so”.

You spoke your mind, “ I wish she’d respect mine two I swear she has it out for me”. Normally you’d have stayed out of drama but you wanted to see how Archie would respond. Pop called Archie’s name meaning his order was ready.

Before leaving he took one last fry, “ She’s just jealous of you (y/n)… I don’t blame her”. With that he was gone. You thought you’d faint right then and there, did Archie basically just say you were better than Veronica Lodge?

Jughead crossed his arms over his chest, “ I believe there’s a certain saying for times like these…ah yes….I told you so”. You were too happy to be annoyed by his comment, your heart flooding with feelings.

Grinning you explained, “ Did Archie just say Veronica has a reason to be jealous about me? Veronica couldn’t be more of the classic “it” girl Juggy..”. Whenever you compared yourself to Veronica you always came up short due to your own insecurities.

Jughead rolled his eyes, “ What have I been telling you for weeks? Archie likes you (y/n) and Betty likes the idea of you both too”. You nearly choked on your milkshake….Betty knows? He continued, “ Look Betty and I spend many a night pondering certain topics and you and Archie are a common one….basically you have her blessing”.

You were confused, “  She really doesn’t mind Jug…you sure? I love Betty and-”. Jughead started to laugh, “ Let’s just say she’s been too preoccupied to care…”. A smile formed upon your lips not only because Jugheads sexual comment but that fact that two of your closest friends finally found someone who loves them back.

Jughead continued, “ And anyways Betty knew that Archie was just a classic school girl crush and that they work better as friends, but for you and Archie….”.   You were feeling so many emotions at once you felt you could explode.

Smiling you explained, “ I feel so relieved Juggy I was scared that Betty would be hurt if she knew how I felt about Archie! Oh god does this mean I have to actually act on my feelings now?”. You’d spent so much time imagining scenarios with Archie that possibly making them come true was scary.

Jughead grinned, “ Let’s just call this party tonight disney because-”. You finished his sentence, “ It’s where dreams come true”. You shook your head, feeling a mixture of uncertainty and excitement. Jughead called for the check, “ Come on (y/n) we have places to be, things to do, and a Ginger to make very very happy”.

Jughead used a suggestive tone while saying the words “very” because he knew how badly you’ve wanted to be with Archie. You placed down your half of the check, “ Well let’s see how the party tonight goes-”.

Your sentence was cut off by no other than Cheryl, “ Party tonight…is Pop’s suddenly handing out fortune cookies because this is giving me serious Freaky Friday vibes”. Just when one door closes another door opens, and you wouldn’t mind slamming this one shut.

The last thing you wanted was for Cheryl to come, “ Sorry Cheryl I meant to say our close get together, inner circle only”. She laughed, the kind of laugh you hear before someone pulls a trigger or drops a bomb.

Placing a hand on her hip she replied, “ Oh sweet naive (y/n) nothing in this town happens without me knowing, I’ll be there tonight and you’re welcome in advance”. She was gone as quickly as she had come.

Jughead shook his head looking up, “ He taketh as soon as he giveth”. Cheryl had the power to ruin this party on a biblical scale, locusts and all. Getting up you sighed, “ Let’s focus on the good for once Jug, like how Archie Andrews actually likes me”.

Getting up from the booth as well he placed a hand on your shoulder, “ It’s only been five minutes and it’s already going to your head, how the mighty crumble”. Rolling your eyes you walked out of Pop’s and made it back towards you house with Jughead.

Within five minutes you were already there, entering your empty house. Jughead spread out on your living room couch, “ When the cat’s away the mice will play”. That analogy painted a vivid picture in your mind, your house trashed.

Turning to him you laughed, “ Well I just hope the mice don’t go crazy…”. Jughead smiled, “ It’s going to be fine (y/n) the only people that matter tonight are; you, Archie, and Betty. The rest could be real mice for all I care”.

It felt good to have such a loyal best friend, Jughead really was like no other. Within a second your door bell rang and Jughead just had a grin on his face. Opening the door you realized it was Betty, with about three boxes of party supplies.

She smiled, “ Juggy here explained you were in over your head so your lifeboat has arrived!”. All you could do was giggle and just be thankful for how caring Betty was. She placed the boxes on the coffee table and clapped her hands together, assessing the situation.

Jughead held up a finger, “ Before we go off to battle I should relay the game changing drama that has unfolded”. Betty raised a eyebrow and sat down next to Jughead, “ Do tell Juggy”.

He looked to you and then Betty, “ We were at Pop’s and were visited by the three ghosts of Christmas, Cheryl the ghost of no other than Christmas past because no one willingly spends time in the present with her, Veronica the ghost of Christmas present because she’s somehow always in our lives, and finally the ghost of Christmas yet to come…Archie”.

Betty grinned, “ Now why exactly is Archie the ghost of Christmas yet to come?”. If Jughead wasn’t smiling like a madman before he was now, “ I’m passing the torch to (y/n)”. Betty was beaming with excitement and anticipation.

Blushing you explained, “ Well as per usual Veronica was being a bitch to me and Archie said it’s because she’s jealous of me..”. Jughead intervened, “ That’s not all our sweet little (y/n)”. Jughead was loving this moment because you were finally realizing that you were worth it.

He knew how insecure you were and he hated it, he wished he could go into your mind and rewrite each bad thought you had. Biting your lip you continued, “ He said he didn’t blame her for being jealous..”.

Betty let out an excited scream, “ OMG I told you Jughead!!! Archie totally likes (y/n) I KNEW it!”. You felt relieved to know Jughead wasn’t lying, she really was happy for you. Still you wanted to double check, “ It’s not weird for you Betty I don’t want-”.

She cut you off, “ Trust me (y/n) Archie was just a really intense crush for me before I knew what actually caring for someone felt like….and what it feels like when someone cares about you the same way”.

As she spoke she looked to Jughead and you swore there was a sparkle in both their eyes. You placed a hand over your chest, “ Awe you two melt my heart, as long as I know I’m not hurting you and you’re happy now that’s all that matters”.

Jughead scoffed, “ Now can you remind me why we tolerate Veronica, she not only has a thing for Archie but also has some weird vendetta against (y/n)”. He was right, you wanted to know why Betty still remained friends with her.

Betty smiled, “ Look Veronica is trying to be a better person, and when you try most often than not you also fail…but I don’t want to be a reason why she doesn’t try at all”. How could Betty be so compassionate?

You shook your head, “ But Betty she clearly has a thing for Archie and doesn’t even try to hide it and she knows what happened between you both!”. Jughead nodded his head, agreeing with you. He hated that Veronica clearly took advantage of Betty.

She just shrugged her shoulders, “ I know trust me I see it, but I know Archie doesn’t care about her. He wouldn’t support Veronica trying to get out the last of her mean girl ways”.

Betty continued, “ Archie cares about you (y/n) and so it doesn’t even matter how Veronica acts because he’d never act on it. She only wants him because he wants you (y/n) and soon she’ll get the hint”.

Shaking your head you replied, “ I guess Betty but it still irks me to know she didn’t even talk to you about it”. Once Betty set her mind to something there was no changing it, if she wanted to still see the good in Veronica than damn straight she would.

Jughead sighed, “ Oh Betty Cooper the world truly does not deserve someone as forgiving and caring as you”. He kissed her forehead after he finished his sentence and she looked so blissfully happy.

She clapped her hands together, “ Okay enough drama talk I think it’s time we get this party going”. Betty started to unpack the boxes which included things from plastic cups and snacks to a first aid kid.

You started to pick up around your house and before you knew it you’d spent an hour and a half setting up. When it was finished Betty smiled, “ It’s perfect, now we have to get ready”. Jughead looked himself up and down, “ This is as ready as I’ll ever be, you two can go get ready upstairs”.

You and Betty looked to each other completely giddy, it had been awhile since you’d gotten all dolled up. Betty had brought along a light blue dress and ballerina flats for herself. You decided you’d wear a short black dress that hugged your curves but flared out, simple yet stunning.

You paired it with a black lace choker and short black pumps and when you turned around Betty’s jaw dropped, “ You look so good (y/n) Archie is going to love it”. Betty did her normal makeup look and you did a gold smokey eye and pink lip.

Betty’s mood changed, “ I love it, but why are you so dressed up?”. You’d almost forgot to explain that Cheryl was coming, which meant the rest of the school as well. Rolling your eyes you said, “ Cheryl overheard us in Pop’s which means she’s bringing the entire school with her”.

Betty looked mad for a moment but shook it off, “ Who cares? All the matters is that something finally happens between you and Archie tonight and when you look like that how could he resist?”.

Laughing you hugged Betty, her kind words meaning so much to you. You did a slow spin, “ I guess I do clean up nicely huh?”. Looking at your phone you realized another hour had passed, making it nine o’clock.

Now that you were ready you and Betty headed downstairs, preparing for the possible arrival of any guests. Walking down the stairs you realized music was already playing and there were voices talking.

In your living room sat; Jughead, Kevin, Ethel, Veronica, and Archie. When you walked over to them Kevin whistled, “ Shit (y/n) you look good! If I weren’t gay-”. Veronica cut him off, “ But you are…nice clean up job guys”.

Betty smiled, “ Tonight’s a special night” and she looked to you and Archie as she said so. Archie smirked, “ You look really good doll, black has never looked better”. Jughead winked at you, hinting to Archie’s feelings for you.

You smiled, “ Thanks Archie you’re not looking too bad yourself”. He winked at you and leaned back into the couch. Kevin was eager to start the night, “ So when will our other guests be arriving?”.

Before you knew it the doorbell rang and Jughead said, “ Speak of the devil…literally we might as well be summoning the devil”. Opening the door you were greeted by Cheryl, and nearly half the school.

Cheryl smiled her fake smile, “ One keg in the backyard boys the other in the kitchen”. Stepping back you allowed everyone in, flooding your house. Cheryl turned to you, “ You look good (y/n) hoping to finally tie down Archiekins?”.

Faking a smile yourself you replied, “ Something like that…”. A strange look appeared on Cheryl’s face and you suddenly feared you’d fed her inner monster. She made her way towards the living room where everyone was sitting and placed a bottle of tequila on the table.

You followed suit, trying to brace yourself for whatever she had planned. Cheryl placed a hand on her hip, “ We’re going to play a good old game of truth or dare”. Jughead laughed, “What are we five?”.

Cheryl shot back, “ No Jughead we’re just a group of people that need to be forced into action right (y/n)?”.  You nodded your head hoping Archie wouldn’t pick up on what she’d been hinting at.

She continued, “ The rules are simple pick either truth or dare, BUT if either option is to much for you take a shot instead”. Looking to Jughead you didn’t hide your apprehensions, this could go really bad really fast.

Betty wanted to help, “ I’ll go first Cheryl” but Cheryl just shook her head. Grinning she said, “ Aw sweet Betty you’re a little to naive for this, the first round goes to Archie”. Cheryl winked at you before asking her question.

She smiled, “ So Archiekins what will it be, truth or dare”. Archie just looked at you and then giggled, feeling daring himself. He replied with dare and those around you roared with excitement.

Cheryl smirked, “ I dare you to choose who you’d rather hook up with, Veronica or (y/n)”. You felt your heart stop beating and you just looked to Jughead and Betty, too paralyzed to do anything else.

Archie didn’t hesitate, “ (y/n)” and he winked at you. You never wanted him more than in that moment, and the rest of the room roared again. Cheryl turned to you, “ Do I have to dare you to kiss him or are you going to give the boy what he wants?”.

You bit your lip unsure of what to do but then you remembered what Jughead and Betty had told you, “ All that matters tonight is you and Archie”. Both Jughead and Betty were trying to hold in their excitement, but were miserably failing.

Summoning up the courage you extended a hand to Archie, “ Now or never Arch”. He took your hand in his and let you lead the way, beaming with excitement. You lead him upstairs and did your best to ignore the comments and cheering from everyone else.

When you got upstairs you lead him to your room closing the door behind you. You stood there unsure of what to do next, and he picked up on it. He picked your chin up with his fingers, “What’s the matter doll?”.

You told the truth, “ Are you sure you like me because-”. He cut you off by placing his lips on yours, he tasted lightly of cinnamon. As he kissed you his hands explored your body, roaming up and down your curves.

He began to kiss your neck and whispered into your ear, “ I’ve wanted you for so long (y/n) you don’t even know”. It sent shivers down your spine and caused goosebumps to appear all over your skin. Archie brought his head up to face you again, “ Talk to me doll, let me know what you want”.

He dragged down your bottom lip with his thumb begging you to speak. You barely got it out, “ I want you Archie”. Your words caused a smirk to spread across his face and his eyes to light up. Licking his lips he replied, “ Good girl”.

Archie lead you to the bed and you were now straddling him. He rested his hands on your hips and you began kissing again. This time his tongue explored every inch of your mouth, he needed more.

As the kiss intensified your grinded your hips against him earning a groan from him. Archie started to kiss down your neck until he found that magical spot and sucked, “ God Archie”. You felt him smile against your skin, proud of how good he could make you feel.

You groaned again when you felt how hard he was, your confidence growing. His fingertips brushed your upper thighs and he started to push up the hem of your dress, his touch sending waves of need to your core.

He whispered into your ear again, “ You look so damn good in that dress doll, but you’d look even better out of it”. It was your turn to smile and you leaned back, beginning to take off your dress. Archie sat there watching you with lust filled eyes, completely in awe.

Slowly you pulled your dress over your head and off of your body keeping eye contact the entire time. Archie was biting his lip trying to hold back from taking you right then and there. When it was off your body you grinned, “ Your turn”.

He smirked, “ Fair is fair (y/n)” and he took off his shirt. Leaning forward you rested your hands on his chest as he took off his pants. Grinning you said, “ Working for your dad this summer did have it’s benefits”.

There was barely anything separating you from Archie and you felt how hard he was. Archie leaned forward and kissed the valley between your breasts, coaxing you to undo your bra. Taking the hint you unclasped it from behind, the cold air making your nipples erect.

He began to suck on your left breast, “ God you’re beautiful (y/n)”. As he swirled his tongue around your nipple you moaned his name loudly, making his erection grow even more. Your voice was shaky, “ Archie I need you”.

Archie took his mouth off of your nipple and instead massage your breast, “ All I needed to hear (y/n)”. He slid down his boxers and you took off your panties, now nothing separated you both. Archie bit his lip, “ So fucking beautiful”.

He positioned himself at your entrance, pausing to make sure you truly wanted this. Looking down you saw a different look in his eyes possibly love, “ I want this so bad Archie…I want you”. He smiled and kissed you passionately, crashing his lips into yours.

Archie finally entered you, slowly letting you adjust to his size. You were still straddling him and feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure you rested your head in the crook of his neck. Archie felt your walls tightening around him, “ God (y/n) this feels so good”.

Feeling more confident you started to rotate your hips, moving back and forth. Archie groaned, “That’s it doll…fuck”. His hands gripped your hips guiding your body to move perfectly with his.

It felt so wonderful to be so in sync with him and you started to moan his name. You began to kiss his neck, leaving marks resembling the ones he’d left on you. You’d never felt anything like this, being this close with someone both emotionally and physically.

Maybe it was because the beginning of this year had started with death that you felt this exact moment represented so much more. The both of you had stopped letting things get in the way and were truly living.

He groaned, “ You feel so good (y/n)” and you felt him starting to thrust his hips up. Your bodies were moving together as you started to bounce up and down. Feeling him enter in and out of you was all too much.

Each time he entered fully into you he hit your g-spot, and you felt your orgasm coming. Archie felt it two, “ Fuck (y/n) I’m going to cum”. His thrusts got even quicker, pushing you closer.

Your face was still in the crook of his neck, “ I wanna see your face baby”. Moving your head you made eye contact with him and saw his lust blown pupils. Leaning forward you kissed him, intensifying the moment.

Picking up the pace you went faster as well, needing to reach your climax. Archie took his lips off of yours and moaned loudly, this all too much. He barely got it out, “ Cum with me (y/n)”.

His words pushed you over the edge and you felt your orgasm shake throughout your entire body. Suddenly every nerve in your body was on fire from the amount of pleasure you felt. Your eyes closed shut trying to handle everything you were feeling at once.

You felt Archie twitch inside of you as his orgasm washed over him. You both moaned each other’s names, it was the only thing your brains could process. He held onto your body tightly and you felt him shake beneath you.

The both of you were lost in the moment, neither of you had felt something like this before. You rested your head in the crook of his neck again, “ Fuck Archie that was amazing”. He turned his head and kissed your forehead, a huge smile on his face.

Suddenly he shifted so you were now on your back and he was hovering over you, propping himself up with his elbow. Looking down at you he grinned, “ I can’t believe we waited so long…”.

As he spoke with his free hand he dragged his fingertips lightly down your body, sending shivers down your spin. Smiling back you replied, “ I always knew there was another side to you Archie Andrews”.

Biting his lip he replied, “ And you’ve barely explored it”. The entire mood shifted and you suddenly felt extremely needy again. He winked, “ Don’t worry (y/n) I’m not done with you yet”. He placed his lips lightly on yours, wanting to take his time.

You ran your hands through his bright orange hair making him groan, and you felt him smile. He pulled his head back, “ And I always knew there was another side to you doll, and I want to take my time exploring it”.

Biting your lip you imagined what that would mean for you both. Before you could continue there was a loud banging on the door, “ Wrap it up love birds, the sheriff is busting this popsicle stand”.

You both started to laugh knowing by the phrasing it was no other than Jughead. Archie yelled back, “ Way to ruin the moment Juggy!”. The both of you started to get dressed, and you wished you could lay your bed with him forever.

Jughead yelled back, “ Trust me Archie I heard you were finished, I’m not ruining anything!”. You heard him laugh from the other side of the door, proud of his own joke. When you were finally dressed Archie pulled you close again, “ Because I got cutoff, I really like you (y/n) and although you make me fucking explode by just thinking about you I want more than that”.

You felt the butterflies in your stomach again, “ I really like you two Archie…for more than just how hard you can make me cum”. He started to laugh and you knew you were falling in love with him, but you didn’t know he was falling in love two.

Jughead yelled again, “ You’re going to want to get down here and talk to the sheriff with Kevin because I’m pretty sure you won’t be able to fool around if (y/n) is grounded for life”. Archie kissed your forehead again before leading you outside of your room.

Jughead went to open his mouth but you cut him off, “ No more comments Juggy, I’m too worn out for that”. Jughead’s jaw dropped, feeling extremely happy for you but also shocked. You didn’t care that you’d have to talk to the sheriff, Archie Andrews was now yours and that’s all that mattered.

Okay. So I’ve been stiring on this for a while so I finally decided to take a really good look at what’s actually happening.

I’d like to start off by saying that Steve was pretty much a dick the entire film. I mean I get that he didn’t want to sign the accords but the way he went about it was just so completely wrong. Thing is I completely agree with Tony because he had it right because he knew what was going on. I mean, out of the two of them who actually knows the politics of the 21st century and has worked these sorts of things for decades? Tony.

Tony knew, as soon as the Sokovia Accords were made that he had to sign on. It wasn’t about guilt, although that was part of it. It was about the fact that if they didn’t do it now, it would be much worse later and or done to them and he knew that. (He actually says this in the film.) He also knew that the only way to have ammendments was to prove he was willing to cooperate. As with any new law and it’s affected parties.

Tony knew they needed oversight. Everything has some sort of chain of command. Military. Police. Business. Etc. And Tony knew the value of having that chain.

Steve Rogers on the other hand, doesn’t seem to understand the necessity. Need I remind you that he repeatedly went against that chain and was rewarded for it? Sure, he saved a bunch of people when he went to get Bucky, but that’s not the point. He ignored the chain and there could have been dire consequences (as we see in the future after S.H.I.E.L.D fell)

Another thing. He went after Bucky. Only Bucky. Noone else. It was pure chance that he let those guys out first, but they were used as a distraction so he could get to his main goal. Bucky. We see time and time again that Steve gets tunnel vision when it comes to Bucky.

And in Civil War it escalates to the point where he’s injuring and getting innocent people killed for Bucky. Only Bucky. When it comes to Bucky, everyone and everything else is inconsequential and unimportant as long as Bucky is fine.

Steve did not read the Accords. Fact. He left for Peggy’s funeral while he was skimming. Even if he did read it all, there is no possible way (and Tony Stark would bet his fortune on it) that he understood all of it enough to make an informed opinion. Laws use a lot of big words. Big words that would have been invented in the 70 years Cap was gone. So no, Steve didn’t actually know what the Accords were about.

He probably had no idea what the UN was either. Did you see his notebook in CAWS? Pop culture. 7 decades worth of world history? No, Moon landing, that’s it. Politics? Nope. New laws or government organizations (like the UN)? Nada. I think it’s safe to say that Steve wasn’t really caught up if pop culture is the sort of thing he’s catching up on.

Steve had made his mind up already. And he can’t use the Bucky excuse because by then Bucky wasn’t in the picture yet. Steve never gave a thought to the Accords and then Bucky fueled that fire and made him stubborn to a point beyond stupidity.

So, to sum up here. Tony knew that the Accords were going to happen no matter what and was willing to help make ammendments to suit everyone affected by the law. Steve went “Fuck you, I know better that 117 countries” and got a lot of people hurt and or killed.

Here’s another kicker. Tony convinced Steve to sign the Accords. He was literally about to and then Wanda was brought up, which is another thing.

Okay, a) why the fuck is she an Avenger? She was a HYDRA agent. A willing one, might I add. She and her brother volunteered to be experimented on and then work for them. She was the cause of Ultron.

She did mess with his head, and arguably, because it probably was, it was worse for him. He was alone. He didn’t know she was there, then suddenly he’s shown his worst fears mingled with a shit tonn of major PTSD triggers. He probably didn’t even know Wanda gave him the vision. He has PTSD, he’s probably used to attacks where he sees things.

I mean seriously, Tony has made AI’S before and none of them went bad. (DUM-E, U, JARVIS, then FRIDAY) They (Bruce & Tony) even say in AOU “We’re not even close to an interface yet” which means something jumped the mind stone to hijack the incomplete program.

Then you’ve got to think, an AI is made, with incomplete programming and whatever the mind stone did, and then was instantly thrust into the Internet. No wonder he wanted to kill everything. Information overload much, then attempting to make something of it all.

She had(/has) an illogical and unreasonable hatred for Tony Stark. Sure, the bomb thing was probably traumatizing, but she’s like ~23 now. That’s over a decade since it happened and you’ve got to think, why didn’t the bomb go off?

Stark weapons were brilliant. Top of the line never failing basically. So. Two bombs are dropped, and from the sounds of it, there was no explosion or if there was it was really small. Otherwise how could they be so close to her parents without dying too?

So, this leaves two possibilities. First, was the bomb actually Stark tech? Her home was war torn at the time. I’m sure some sides would like to intimidate their enemies with the idea they have Stark weapons. OR, the bomb was never armed. Again, war torn country. It’s entirely possible the plane carrying it was shot down.

So, unreasonable and illogical. If someone stabs you, who do you blame? The knife, the manufacturer/designer of the knife, or the person who stabbed you? The third one, obviously. So why was Tony Stark to blame? We’ve also got to remember Obadiah was dealing under the table.

b) She is NOT a kid, and I don’t understand why pretty much everyone thinks she is. She’s ~23. She can drink. She can vote. She can drive. She’s killed people. She became HYDRA. In what way is she a child? The way I see it she hadn’t been one in a very long time.

c) back to CW. Steve got all pissy because Tony kept Wanda in the compound (the lap of luxury need I remind you) for her own safety and the safety of those around her. It wasn’t a matter of her starting a fight. If she’d gone out and been attacked and defended herself, the situation would be made so much worse for her. Especially if someone got hurt or dead when she did so.

Now we get to the airport. Tony tries to talk. Steve is dismissive and unwilling to listen. Steve refuses to share vital information that would have helped the situation and the threat they had every reason to believe exists.

Steve starts the fight. His team doesn’t hold back like Tony’s does. They destroy a lot of property and nearly killed T'Challa and Spiderman several times. I mean, fuck you Steve, who just drops a huge heavy walkway create thing on someone who is obviously a teen? And then WALK AWAY while they struggle to hold it up. What if you had overestimated Spiderman’s strength? Congrats, you just killed a kid because once again you show no regard for anyone else besides Bucky.

He leaves his team. They probably knew even less about the situation than he did, because he knew fuck all about the Accords so I can’t imagine the bullshit Scott and Clint were told.

Then fucking Natasha. Ffs, she could have easily either disabled/sabotaged the quinjet or delayed them from leaving. But she didn’t. Then she has the nerve to tell Tony to watch his back after she betrayed him.

Also, Rhodey. Oh my god. Everyone gives Tony shit for point blank shooting Sam, but think about it. If Sam had taken the hit and turned into a glider, Rhodey would be fine. It doesn’t completely make sense, but there was a long moment where Tony was watching Rhodey fall to his death. Sam was a quick way to lash out. He also didn’t hit him that hard, just enough to knock him down.

Zoom ahead, Tony gets evidence that prove Bucky is innocent and admits he was wrong. (About what though I’m not sure, because all he wanted to do was give Bucky mental help and a fair trial but whatever. It’s not like Steve told him about the threat or anything. Because that would have been helpful.)

Clint makes a crack at Rhodey’s condition which is such a dick move. Sam then tells Tony the information he should have been given from the beginning by Mr ‘I-Dont-like-my-team-keeping-things-from-me’ Rogers. Tony heads to Siberia as a friend.

Steve gets a little arrogant cause he’s got this attitude of ‘I knew I was right the whole time and I’m glad you’ve finally seen sense’.

Then the video. This pissed me off the most I think.

You’ve just witnessed your parents brutally murdered by the person standing not 10 feet away from you. This reopens unprocessed greif and causes emotional backlash. Then you find out someone you thought of as a friend had known. Known for years. Since CAWS. And never said a thing in an environment where it would have been okay, instead of watching the murder and then being told someone close to you knew the whole time who had done it. (Again because it was Bucky. Bucky is more important than the world, remember?)

And his face. It’s so broken and betrayed. (I’d add a picture of Tumblr would let me) and he attacks, because who wouldn’t?

And then Steve does the worst possible thing he could in that situation. Fight back. When someone is having an emotional breakdown like that, you hold them until they calm down and Steve was well within his power to do so. If he’d tried he probably could have talked Tony down.

Fighting more fighting. Steve starts disabling the suit. To you can no longer fly properly. Then he proceeds to continue to be violent and make it worse and acts like it’s not a justifiable or reasonable reaction for a human to have (especially one with PTSD and a past of horrible things happening when he’s betrayed by someone close to him)

They gang up on him. Then Bucky had him pinned and is trying to rip out the Arc Reactor. Once again, PTSD. Also, need I remind you that he’s only recently had it removed from his chest. That was the only thing keeping him alive for a long time. In the state of mind he was in, he wouldn’t have remembered he no longer needed it to survive, hence blasting off his metal arm.

By this point he seems to have calmed down a bit and isn’t actively going for the kill, he’s just defending himself at this point.

He tells Cap to stay down, because he doesn’t want to fight him, and when he’s momentarily distracted Cap jumps on him and slams him to the ground. Tony barely does anything and then Steve is punching the faceplate. Then he’s smashing it with the sheild.

There’s this moment, you can kinda see it in the 3 secs of gif tumblr would let me use. There’s this moment where Steve is seriously considering decapitation. Tony sees this, is terrified and emotionally unbalanced and covers his face.

Steve slams the sheild into the reactor and leaves it there. Tony goes wide eyed with terror and let’s out a very not good sounding breath. He’s looking at Cap with such fear because he saw what Steve was about to do. Saw him stab him in the back and literally break his heart. (Kept him alive for years, remember?)

There is so much fear and Steve looks at him with no regret for what he just did and twists the sheild out of Tony’s chest and walks away.

When he drops it, his expression is like indulging a child in something stupid.

Then he leaves him there to die basically. Tony can’t fly, the suit is dead. Can’t contact anyone. The suit is dead. Noone knows where he is and T'Challa took Steve and Bucky with him when he left.

Steve Rogers beat Tony to a pulp after he witnessed something truly traumatizing and then left him to die in the middle of nowhere in an old HYDRA base.

They act like it was Tony’s fault for the Raft as well. I mean, they’re powered and dangerous and also criminals. The Raft was a bit much though, I’ll admit. But Tony didn’t put them there. He brought them in because he was following the law like everyone else on the planet should. Because he didn’t think himself above the law the Steve did. (Aka flipping the bird at 117 countries whose people say they’re scared and what someone to oversee the Avengers) and the jacket and collar on Wanda was unethical. I think the collar on its own would have been fine but wearing a straitjacket for too long is really bad for your health.

And then just to put the icing on the cake. The letter. The damn fucking letter. It’s mocking. It’s arrogant. Not once is there an apology or true regret. Other than regretting that they’re now criminals who hurt so many people that is. But mostly just the fact they have to hide when 'they did nothing wrong’. No remorse for anything. Not for Tony, defiantly not. That would be decent. Not for anyone else either.

“I know I hurt you”. That’s not an apology. There was no mention of the destruction he left behind in his quest for saving a single man, who has killed people. A lot of people. By choice or not, it was still his body. His life was not worth the loss of so many innocent lives. There was no acknowledgement of how deeply you hurt Tony. How much you damaged him.

Steve basically says. “I forgive you for being wrong and because I’m such a nice and just person when you see I’m right I’ll be here for you and all will be forgiven. Because we’re still friends/family. Even if you fucked up.”

Argh. Angry ranting at 2am. I’ve probably missed points I wanted to make but my wrists are cramping and I’m tired.

I just… I used to like Steve, but Tony a little more because he always seemed more relatable to me. (And had a more interesting backstory.) And then this movie just made me hate Cap so much. He was such a dick in it and it annoys me that the movie was obviously trying to get you to side with him. Feel free to add anything to this.

All of You (I Want All of You) | (Part 2) | (Part 3) (Part 4)

Daryl x Reader Smut Warning! 18+ Only! NSFW

A/N: This was a request, hope I get it right. :) My first post-negan era smut piece. Daryl is in the Sanctuary still and is approached by Negan’s daughter (Reader), she takes a liking to him and smut ensues. I didn’t get to the ‘Negan doesn’t approve’ part of the request, may have to make a second part if people like it.


Y/N hated it here. All the men constantly eye fucking her and making lude jokes when he wasn’t around and all the women disgusted by her because she was his daughter. Not like you had any choice in the matter, if you had had a choice you would rather be out on your own taking your chances with the dead. You claw a little at your bedroom window, high above the sanctuary, staring jealously at the staggering walkers you see clawing their way toward the Sanctuary’s gate. One of your father’s men put it down immediately. You sigh in dissatisfaction and close the white lace curtain over the frame again and plop down on your bed.

I am so fucking bored. You say to yourself and begin to play absentmindedly with your hands. Suddenly your door slams open and your father makes his presence known.

“Y/N, I thought I told you I wanted to have dinner with you tonight? Get your ass over to the dining room.” Negan gruffly cried out, the vein in his neck popping from your disobedience. You roll your eyes and sit back up.

“Sorry, dad. I lost track of time.” You huff and walk out the door in front of him and head down the hallway to the small dining room his men had set up for us. You sit down at the four post wooden table and notice that the meal is already laid out for both of you, complete with placemats, utensils lined up on the right side, wine glasses, and a bowl of some sort of soup, still steaming with heat.

“What the fuck is this a five-star restaurant?” You scoff and slump down into the chair, disrespectfully.

You father sits down on the opposite side of the table, smiling to himself at the scene. His demeanor changes slightly at your words, “You’d do well to remember how good you have it Y/N.” He growled with a hint of anger.

“Oh yeah. How fucking good I have it.” You roll your eyes and begin to slurp your soup, you can taste corn, tomatoes, and green beans, as the hot liquid slides down your throat.

One of Negan’s men saunters into the room with a bottle of wine, ready to pour into both of your glasses. You allow him to fill your glass, after he pops the cork, you nod in appreciation. Alcohol was one of the only things that got your through with these assholes some days.

The man walks over to fill Negan’s glass and he looks up at the servant, covering his glass with his hand.

“Timothy, fucking tell me this is the merlot and not that fake grape shit again.” He glares at the man.

The man steps back a little, with fear in his eyes, looking again at the bottle, “Yes, sir.”

Negan removes his hand and nods, in a gesture to the man to continue. With now shaky hands the man pours Negan a glass, setting the bottle on the table.

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Tom Holland Imagine: Interview

Summary: You’re being interviewed and have mentioned in the past that you have a crush on Tom Holland. He surprises you in air and asks you out.

A/N: so this is based on something that actually happened to poor sweet little Bea Miller with Luke Hemmings where Luke surprised her on air when she had mentioned in the past that she had a crush on him😂😂 enjoy!

Warnings: None


“So, we’re on air with Y/N L/N and she just sang a cover of Sam Smith’s "Stay With Me”. So Y/N, what first inspired you to become a singer?“

"Well, I’ve always loved singing and one day there were some painters painting our bathroom and I was singing Cinderella by the Cheetah Girls and one of the painters thought that I was the radio and after that I just became very passionate about singing and wanted to peruse it. I was very lucky to be given such supporting parents that allowed me to follow my dreams.”

“Well, thank you Mrs. And Mr. L/N! I love your music. And I heard recently that you’re quite the marvel fan! Any crushes on the cast?”

“Yes! I love marvel. And I do have my eye on one marvel actor…”

“C'mon, spill, Y/N, who is it!?”

“I’ve already spilled it! I’ve been saying for the past couple months that I’ve had my eye on that new Spider-Man, Tom Holland. He’s VERY cute.”

“Tom Holland!?”

“Yes, he’s sooooo cute! I’ve never really cared for Spider-Man until him. He’s just amazing for the role.”

“He is amazing. What would you do if you ever met him?”

“Uhhh would it be weird if I asked him to marry me? Haha”

“Well let’s ask him. Tom, would you be weirded out if Y/N asked you to marry her?”

I paused before I heard a British accent speak through the phone.

“I would be honored if she asked me to marry her! I’m quite the fan of hers.”

“Well, Tom, I just have one request, wait till you’re older!”

“Haha, well of course!”

I sat there waiting for the interviewer to tell me this was fake.

“Well, Y/N, you have your answer!”

“…That’s a joke, right?”

“No, that’s really Tom Holland!”

“No, that’s a joke! That has to be a joke! Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed!”

“No, it’s really him! Go ahead and ask him any question!”

“No, because then I’m gonna look like an idiot because that’s not really him!”

“Not it’s really Tom! Tom, say something to prove that it’s you!”

I heard a laugh before “Tom” finally spoke again.

“I don’t know what to say, I’ve never really had to prove myself before.”

“Well, how about you just ask Y/N what you wanted to ask her.”

“Yes, of course! Y/N, I was wondering if you would like to be my date to the Spider-Man: Homecoming premiere in LA next week.”

“What!? This is a joke! This isn’t Tom! This isn’t happening!”

“Love, it’s really me! I would love for you to accompany me! I have to go now, but have Ryan give you my number before you leave and you can call me and we’ll set everything up! Goodbye, everyone! I can’t wait for you guys to see the film in theaters worldwide on July 7th!”

Then the line went dead.

“That was fake, right?”

“No that was really Tom Holland.”

“OH MY GOD! I hate you! That was so embarrassing!”

“Well, now you have a date with him!”

“I can’t believe that just happened! Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed! Wow, it’s really a good thing that I said he was hot cause like it would’ve been really awkward if I was just like ‘God I hate Tom Holland he’s the worst spider-man ever’ and then he was just like 'uhh… hey…’”

“Hahaha! That would’ve been so funny! Well, for all you people just now tuning in, we’ve just set Tom Holland and Y/N L/N up on a date for next week. Well, Y/N, it’s been a real pleasure to have you with us today! We’ll have to get you back soon so you can tell us all about your date!”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to spill the details to anyone else!”

And with that the interview ended. Before I left, Ryan made sure to give me a piece of paper with Tom’s number written on it.

—Time Skip—

“Alright, Y/N, Tom’s going to meet you at the premiere at the front of the red carpet. He should be there before you so just go meet him there.”

“Okay, Lindsay. Thank you!”

I hung up the phone with my manager before I got inside the black car waiting outside to drive me to the premiere.

I tapped my foot impatiently on the floor of the car as I waited for it to pull up to the premiere. Not only was I FINALLY going to be seeing Spider-Man: Homecoming, but my celebrity crush was my date to the event!

After what felt like hours, the car pulled to a stop. A man in a black suit opened the door and helped me out. I thanked him and then walked to the entrance to the red carpet where Tom was standing, fidgeting nervously with his tie.

His eyes finally landed on me and smile lit up on his face.

“Told you it was me.” He said as he held his hand out to me.

I laughed as I shook his hand.

“Sorry for being really awkward, I was just caught off guard…”

Tom laughed.

“You’re fine. It was actually really cute and flattering. And hey, maybe if everything goes well tonight I really will take you up on your proposal.”

I elbowed Tom in the gut as he laughed at my red face.

“Shut up!”

Tom finally stopped laughing and guided me out onto the red carpet.

Cameras were flashing and people were yelling our names as they noticed our arrival. Tom’s hand laid on my lower back as we smiled and chatted as paparazzi took our picture.

After a few minutes of picture taking, Tom and I walked away to the interview section.

“I’m gonna skip this part and go get a drink. I’ll meet you when you’re done, okay?” I said to him.

Tom smiled down at me.

“Sounds good, love.” He said as he kissed my forehead.

I watched as Tom walked up to where Jacob was standing and began to interrupt their interview.

I smiled and walked into the lobby of the theater.

I grabbed a water bottle off the table and pulled my phone out and began to reply to a few texts when I felt a hand tap my shoulder.

I turned around to face a boy around my age standing there. He was slightly taller than Tom and had bright blue eyes and blonde hair.

“Hello! I’m Harrison, Tom’s best friend!”

“Oh, hello! I’m Y/N.”

“Yeah, I know. Tom hasn’t shut up about this date all week.”


“Yeah! He dragged me to TONS of stores trying to find the best outfit and wouldn’t stop nagging me about whether or not he looked good enough for you.”

I blushed at Harrison’s confession.

“Alright, Haz, that’s enough.” Tom interrupted before Harrison could go on.

I turned to face him and saw that a slight shade of pink on his once pale cheeks.

Harrison laughed before walking away to where Zendaya and Laura stood across the lobby.

“Sorry about him, love. He sometimes doesn’t know when to shut his mouth.”

“It’s fine. He’s seems really sweet.”

“Yeah, as much of a pain in the ass he is, he’s the best friend I could ever ask for.”

I smiled at Tom before he lead me into the theater. Tom greeted some of his friends and cast mates before taking a seat between Harrison and I.

As the movie ended, I noticed how nervous Tom seemed as he look around at everyone’s reactions.

“Tom, the movie was absolutely incredible!” I said to him as I squeezed his hand.

Tom looked over at me with a look of relief.

“Thank you, Y/N. That means a lot.”

“Of course, Tom. I loved every second of it.”

Tom couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face.

“Y/N, do you think maybe we could go out tomorrow? Like, on a real date?”

“I would like nothing more.”

—5 Years Later—

“Y/N! How have you been?!”

“I’ve been outstanding, Ryan!”

“So, I have to know what you wanted to share! Once you called in, I couldn’t wait to get you on air again.”

“Well, Ryan. As you and most of your viewers probably know, Tom and I have been dating for 5 years as of yesterday. And since Tom and I met on your show, I thought it be best if I shared the news on here first. On April 14, 2023, Tom and I will be getting married!” I said as I held my finger up showing the ring Tom had given me last night.

“Oh my god! You and Tom are getting married!?”

I nodded.

“He proposed last night on our anniversary. I called first thing this morning and demanded to be put on air to make the announcement!”

“That’s so amazing, Y/N! I hope I’m invited to the wedding!”

“Well of course! How could we not invite the person who started it all?!”

“Wow, thank you so much for sharing the news with us first! Now I’m sure you have a lot of planning to do so I’m going to let you go. I hope you have the best time planning your wedding!”

“Thank you, Ryan!”

And with that, you were out of the studio and on your way home to your future husband.

THE POWER COUPLE || MALEC WEEK || Day 4: Greek Mythology

A lot of fandom contributed on Malec week and I am so happy to the contributions.I am motivated to finally write and contribute to malec week too. So here it is.I hope you guys like it.Forgive me if there are any mistakes.Here we go.

Note: Zeus(God of the Sky)

Poseidon (God of the Sea)

Athena(Goddess of Wisdom, War, and Useful Arts)

Minerva(Goddes of Wisdom)

The Power Couple

Alec was nervous but he had no reason to. He is a demigod with tall, dark and handsome features as expected from his father, Zeus. His battle strategy, quick thinking skill, strength and skill are none to others and he personally got told by Zeus that he is proud of him but he has to train and improve more. Some of the demigods seemed attractive to him but as awkward and shy as he is, he treated them as trouble. He let out a rumour of almighty proud son of Zeus where he doesn’t like to talk with anyone. He is just shy. Alec has stood one of the strongest men of the Demigod half-blood camp where half human children of gods are trained and camped until they graduate with skills and knowledge enough to blend in and survive while protect theirselves from mythical evil creatures.

Alec wore his quiver and grabbed his bow. This is the flag game training where the demigods are paired in two to fight for the flag at the top. His best friend and cousin, Jace, reached out to him. Jace is the son of Poseidon so literally they are cousins. Jace looked casually great in his flowing blonde hair with his mismatched blue and brown eyes. Jace is also popular in the camp with the girls because of his good looks, witty, flirty over-confident and cockiness pairing up with Izzy nicknamed of Isabelle, Alec’s younger sibling. The sibling trio is very popular in the camp as power trio.

“Hey” Alec greeted his cousin. “Hey back, Alec.” Jace said while preparing his long sword and armor. Their combination is great. Alec made strategy and backed up protection with his bow and arrows while Jace barged in bravely with his sword trusting his back to his cousin. “Ready for today?” Jace continued.  “Let’s get this over with.” Alec grinned. “Where is Izzy?” Jace rolled his eyes to Izzy’s. She was in the centre of demigod boys. Alec rolled his eyes too.

“Attention. Welcome from the 159th Flag game. I am sure all of you are very excited.” The Centaur Instructor, Hodge , spoke grandly in pride.

“The rules are usual. But as we counted in the feedbacks, we’ve come to agree with a new rule. That is only fair and I bid you all will act according to it.”

They all frowned. What is the Instructor trying to do?

“No advance pairing. The pairing will be made by lottery method. Well, we can’t have choosing as we like in life, can we? Especially for the strong ones in battle.” Alec got uncomfortable. He and Jace won for 3 times in a row. I used my brain and skills too. Not to mention that no power rule. Alec screamed internally. Jace sighed.

Hodge kept up with his words, putting every demigods’ names to the bucket. He took out two each and paired them up.

“Isabelle, Daughter of Zeus pairing up with Simon, Son of Minerva.”

Izzy got up smiling and the boys were angry as Simon awaited her in a daze like she was his goddess.

“Jonathan Christopher, Son of Poseidon pairing up with Clarissa, Daughter of Athena.”

“Perhaps this isn’t so bad.” Jace grinned and patted Alec’s shoulder. “Damn, she is cute. Good luck, brother.”  Jace walked over to the thin red hair girl with frackles. She stood out in her red hair.

Alec was nervous with no one left beside him. A couple of people were paired and he fidgeted so hard, thinking how troublesome it would be with someone he didn’t know.

“Alexander, Son of Zeus to be paired with Magnus, Son of Aphrodite.”

The audience gaspsed.  Izzy couldn’t believe her brother’s luck and Jace’s mouth was dropped open. Alec shrinked into his seat wondering where is that guy or should he come find him. He blushed and his head hanged down, staring immersely into the ground. That is, until, somebody sat beside him.

“I am Magnus, Son of Aphrodite.” He heard as the person greeted him. The voice was kind, gentle and sweet. Alec looked up to the man and his jaw literally dropped. The man with caramel-skinned and dark spiked up hair who was looking at him was the most beautiful man he had ever seen. His silk sky blue shirt accompanied with beautiful accessories. He knew how to dress up with glitter for a man. Magnus chuckled as Alec couldn’t stop staring at him.

“I may be flashy as I seem but I promise you won’t regret.” Magnus added.

“No. No problem at all. I am Alec, Son of Zeus.” Alec handed out his hand.

“Alexander. I know.” Magnus took his hand, brought it to his lip and softly kissed the back of his palm. The whole audience who were eyeing on them the entire time gasped and it was loud enough for Alec to hear, unfortunately. Alec’s face burned with dark red tint blush across his cheek while Magnus savored his innocent blushing. Magnus stared straight into Alec’s beautiful hazel eyes without letting go of his hand. Boy, his hand was warm and Alec’s heart skipped a beat.

Why I love Superman and Wonder Woman.

Why do you like them? But they are not supposed to be together. They have traditional love interests. Why are you supporting this relationship? It’s sexist. It’s boring and predictable. They are too alike. They too different.

Well look here, first of all I don’t need anyone’s approval to care for what I respond to in fiction. I like what I like because I am me. I am not you. You don’t even have to agree with me. That’s okay. We can all like what we like. What I don’t appreciate is  people telling me what I should like. Or calling me sexist. I am a female fan and never in all my life have I ever been accused of that. I mean, what the hell? People don’t know my upbringing, my culture, my experience and therefore can’t dictate what should emotionally move me. So yes I flew in the face of tradition and went with this pairing. And that word tradition? It’s important but we never should be a slave to it. If we all stuck to tradition for the sake of it, we’d never have progressed and art and literature would never push boundaries and encourage us to grow and think. We’d blindly accept what we’re fed. 

I never shipped before. Never. I liked romance. But never got too caught up in the details to wonder about the characters and what drove them and how they might evolve and the untold stories. But this one hooked me. Hooked me maybe when I was not even shipping. As a  young girl I saw Lynda Carter’s Diana and fell in love with her and what she could do. Steve Trevor? All I recall was finding him as a kid  kinda yucky. Hey, I was 7. Those things did not really matter to me back then.  I fell for Wonder Woman when she was without a love interest and the same happened when I picked up her in comics. She had no official love interest. Steve having been aged to an older type brother with Etta as his love interest and funnily enough he was really likable. Superman…well I liked the movie. Margot’s Lois, well, she was there. I can’t recall feeling anything strongly for her but again I was a kid. Reeve made the impression. Handsome and heroic. 

Anyway I think Superman and Wonder Woman sort of got into my subconscious starting with the Super Friends. A more innocent time and simple story telling but I really liked when they teamed up and helped each other out. Was cool when I went onto the playground…I was saving people with the boys when we all played heroes. I wasn’t waiting for them to pretend save me. 

I had liked Lois and Clark the TV series but it did not make me ship. Dean and Teri were probably the only Lois and Clark I rooted for because they were Dean and Teri, two very charming actors in a show that was a fun rom com and one that did not really explore the concept of Superman. You can’t have a good Superman story without exploring Superman I believe. If one just wants Clark don’t give him powers or a mission to better the world. You can’t ignore one for the other and I won’t get into the ethics of journalism and what real truth and accountability should entail. That will take me off on a tangent.But it matters. You can’t say you’re for truth or good journalism when you conveniently skip over the very things that defines them. Anyway Kingdom Come pretty much made me reevaluate the way I saw superheroes. Really question the motivations and the actions of heroes and finally see that they could be flawed and yet still heroic. And see things we never saw, like them facing their mortality and falling down and picking themselves up. Just like us. Really asking genuine questions instead of glossing over themes of morality, truth, sacrifice, heroism, aging, mortality, leadership, responsibility etc to preserve the status quo .  

I went and picked up comics because of this graphic novel. I learned more about the heroes as individuals. I grew to love and respect them both. And I started to fall in love with them as a couple even when they were not a couple. Kingdom Come was about the potential but their canon relationship of close friends with some unresolved tension was the foundation.

A relationship could never be seen as predictable if you have no clue what will happen. Even the SM/WW detractors do not know what will happen but we all sort of know the endgame and been on a lot of journeys with the traditional love interests. So those are predictable. Does not make the fact we had many journeys better as well. Another journey and story could very well be just as interesting and if new, even riper for a creative mind to explore. So no, they are not predictable. 

There is nothing sexist about two strong, capable and intelligent individuals working together. If they are in a relationship…it simply brings in a new dynamic of intimacy that you would not get if, say Batman teamed up with Superman. But nonetheless it is a team up of equals. And for those who want to keep Diana out of the book because, according to them, it harms her? Seems to me that is saying there is little faith in her to be able to stand as Clark’s equal. If you want to prove a woman is as capable as a man, then you give her the equal treatment. You don’t avoid the situation. You don’t keep her out of the book. That’s an admission of failure or trying to shield her from being challenged. And a good writer has to step up to the challenge. No longer does Superman get to be the man. The alpha male who saves the day. The writer has to dig deep and actually write a relationship of equals now between a man and woman, who can hold her own, as there is no major discrepancy in their power sets where one has to logically stand by while the other saves. If they were both street level it really makes no difference. They are equals in terms of what they could do, ie their training and experience. Strength is a factor when it comes to the foes created so they can have credible threats or the power set they display. But, again, it does not define their morality. So as a superwonder fan I did not match them up because they are just strong. That’s a misconception spread by detractors who don’t understand the characters. You give them powerful foes because they were created as powerful heroes. No writer has to jump through hoops to make Diana his equal ie giving her convenient powers or making her a plot device to drive the plot to give him a motivation. She was actually created to be his equal because Marston knew there was a genuine need for a strong example of female empowerment. She is an equal in the solving of a problem and dealing with a menace. 

There are some writers who are comfortable with having one hero being the savior and then they compensate for his/her doing the saving by making the love interest somehow indispensable to the character’s maturity, morality and even heroism. I don’t subscribe to that. No love interest should define any hero’s motivation and morality. To say that one person alone is why they care is totally against the reason why these two characters were created. It’s simply pandering. If anyone came and told me Diana needs Steve and Steve alone to value humanity, or he alone somehow is the best of humanity,  I will say NO. Just No. Similarly Clark’s goodness and empathy for his adopted planet is not reliant on one person. Both Clark and Diana have met and interacted with many good people, human and non human. All of these people, along with their upbringing, should help contribute to them becoming the people they are. And with that is the choices they make. One reason I love them is because it has been made clear in previous canon and the new 52 these two would put the world first. It is not about themselves.  To make it about one’s self/ love interest  makes the hero a  weak character. With or without each other they should be able to be heroes and appreciate life. Life is not defined by the life span of one person. They are both characters with longevity. They were created/evolved over the decades that way. To ignore this is to ignore what they are. Maybe this is why in so many Elseworlds Superman runs away, hides, quits or goes evil when life tosses him a curve ball because one love interest is not around. Writers do a disservice to any character when they make it about one person. We wouldn’t expect Lois or Steve’s goodness to be defined whether Clark or Diana lives or dies, would we? I would hope not. They supposed to be individuals in their own right who are brave and good at what they do. Love interests can provide love and companionship etc but certainly all characters, be they heroes or supporting cast, should never be crippled because they can’t romance x or y. 

Diana also challenges Clark. It maybe that it brings a difference of opinion as in Kingdom Come or Sacrifice or The New Frontier or even my favorite JL A League of One…but behind it all is the goal to help save the world. In Doomed she was having none of his let me save you. She would stand with him. Even race him to it. She also takes away that guilt and burden he normally would feel when he has to leave. When they part, it’s to have trust and faith in the other to do the job they know they have to do. She does what needs to be done too. In Doomed Diana was in tears but she had the guts to slay the man she loved to save the world if he turned into a monster. Now that takes so much damn courage and he knew she would do it too. He trusted her to put the world first on so many occasions. When they blew up the nuclear plant to stop Zod and Mongul, they sacrificed themselves, their budding love for the greater good. Clark and Diana cares for the world. Anyone saying they would betray it or their principles I believe does not get who they are and clearly not reading the books. Their love strengthens their resolve and they learning they are  better together.

And challenging is what characters need to grow. To look at things from a different point of view. Be it Clark’s grounded upbringing to Diana’s royal one. They have the same goals in life but different up-bringing. And these contrasts are rich for story telling. Diana, adapting to our world, is always learning too and Clark can provide an insight into the humdrum of everyday life. Does not mean he is teaching her how to act, any more than if he came to live on her island and learn about her culture and her ways.  Every character needs to learn and grow. If any writer has a character so mary sued he/she needs to learn nothing…well there is not point in telling a story about their journey. And if you are a couple, you learn compromise and learning to be together, and at times it can be scary or intimidating. Giving and taking in a relationship is not an affront to feminism. A relationship of equals is about reciprocation.  Soule did this to great effect in Power Couple Vol 1.

They both can truly empathize with what the other has to deal with. They both on some level feel a loneliness due to the fact that they are different.  He is an alien , who hides the truth about himself. The whole world is not enamored with him. That’s got more pathos than everyone suddenly accepting this guy to police them over night. He has to work for their trust.  She is a demi goddess whose birth was a shameful secret and now is  part of a dysfunctional family. Some fans accuse us of pairing up two people only because they are good looking and wear matching colors. Well, first of all I never knew any of their traditional love interests to be plain or even set up as underdogs. If anything the underdogs were always Clark Kent and Diana Prince. They struggled to get the attention of the object of their desire over the years, who were often seen a beautiful and glamorous and handsome and heroic and the best at what they could do. So let us debunk that notion Clark and Diana have it easy as individuals or  as a couple and their traditional love interests had it hard. 

We can all have a ton of friends but it doesn’t mean we will find that one person to love, who will understand what drives us or makes us fearful or understands what it means to feel different.  Their friendship in old canon showed how often they turned to each other to find intellectual and emotional comfort by venting and sharing. It must feel different to have someone you come home to and you tell them about a battle or the people you lost in a battle…they know. They know how that feels. The burdens and the weight of being an inspiration and leadership. They can understand  because they walked in those shoes. And there was never any conditions to their friendship and even now their love. She did not care for him because of what she could get or vice versa. For me, it is so refreshing to read a relationship that is not reliant on the cliched will they/won’t they troupe and one that  is not dysfunctional. Sure they learning and sure they’ll make mistakes…no one is perfect…but I love that both are fairly open and optimistic characters and we  seeing them humanized via this relationship.

For far too often we have been inundated with bad boy/good girl dynamics in media, be it the cad or the moody, damaged soul.  The noble, good man with no psychological hangups is considered by some as boring. And it is commonly the woman who has to fix the damage. Put up with what is essentially BS. And her reward?She gets to sleep with him, he wins her. Oh yay. I eye roll here. I am tired of that. It is a lazy troupe. It is a poor message to send to girls and boys. It goes both ways too. I don’t subscribe to a female character treating a male like crap and then the male gets her as some prize when she finally opens her eyes to see what was always before her. You should be with someone who treats you right. Someone who respects you. Someone who does not abuse you emotionally. Someone who wants to be with you. I could go on and on and if you’re really against sexism, then no way should anyone charge or label  Superman and Wonder Woman as that. He treats her with respect. Loves her. Admires her strength. Diana values him for who he is. She always saw past the glasses. Now and even back then. He always trusted her with his secret. Real love is based on truth, trust and faith. Not dysfunctional and unhealthy dynamics no person would want for themselves or someone they care about. As a confident Amazon, raised to know her worth, who is compassionate, Diana being attracted to Clark makes so much sense. She would be drawn to this man than any other. This noble, grounded, humble man who uses his gifts for good. He is such a contrast to the power hungry Gods of Olympus. She fights for peace, well here is a man who understands the value of that and opts for justice, not vengeance . And sure she could reach out to damage souls but she does not have to sleep with them to do it. (So this is why I never shipped her with moody mission obsessed Batman. No to Orion as well. Friends for sure who she can help but not as  lovers.)  Clark would be drawn to her courage, compassion and her truthfulness and the fresh, honest eyes she would have as a newcomer looking at our world. That she could easily keep up with him and even kick his ass would more than well be a source of fascination. Diana has so many burdens as well. Princess, at times Ambassador and now God of War; how nice to have a companion who is not a jerk or needy. One who is proud to be with you. He learned  from her self acceptance and that he does not need anyone’s approval to be with her. That being open can be uplifting.  And she loves the beard!

I could go on and on, but for me, these two characters hold so much fascination. I hope DC do not end them any time soon. Give them their time this canon.  Some of of us who shipped before have waited years. We saw the potential. Those who came on board now came on board because THIS did the job with them,despite what comics and live media presented. So it’s not as if we did not have a choice. We did. We just prefer this. There is great potential to go beyond the stories we are accustomed to seeing because one couldn’t have Superman or Wonder Woman’s world change too much if something as simple as time was allowed to play out. It was sort of stuck in amber  yet it was making these broad statements about the characters morality/ heroism without any real, deep examination of what challenges they would face over time. Now I think we can push the envelope to explore other themes. And since the new 52 Clark and Diana have constantly been tested.

It doesn’t hurt  Clark/Diana represent the zeitgeist and they inspire so many people in the real world. They’ve opened up channels among fans. So many diverse fans too. Different ages, gender, orientation, races…all mainly very open minded people. We are grateful to DC for being brave and exploring it.. End if the day it’s fiction and it may not last forever. But it won’t stop  me from loving it. I was into it before and most likely be into it after it’s gone. It’s nice to have it and say it is official. Nice to open up the books and read this superwonderful relationship unfolding and not have other disgruntled fans tell you you’re being stupid to ship something that will never be. And you know I have seen so many  positive  things as a result of the coupling being a joint admin for the hellyeahsupermanandwonderwoman blog.  Fans feel encouraged to be true to themselves; to reach and fulfill their own potential and be good to others. To be a Superman, to be a Wonder Woman. It’s basically empowering yourself, whether you find your Superman or Wonder Woman is a bonus. You live up to your vast potential. That is a good message I think for anyone. 

Castiel’s New Friend

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Title: Castiel’s New Friend

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1,006

Warnings: none!

A/N: This was requested by an Anon! i hope you all enjoy this!! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!! I love you all so much!! <3 <3

As Castiel walked down the alley, he heard a small meow.  He wasn’t sure what it could be, but he walked towards the mysterious noise anyway.  When he got closer to the noise, Castiel spotted a small kitten.  That small kitten was you; a shapeshifter.  You had been running from the rest of the shapeshifters.  You didn’t agree with them, and they didn’t take too kindly to that.

Castiel scooped you into his arms, looking you over to make sure you were okay.  “You poor thing.  Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” Castiel promised.  “My name is Castiel, but my friends call me Cas.”  He smiled down at you as you meowed.  “I’ll name you later.”

When Castiel took you back to the motel he was staying in, you shifted back to your human form.  You didn’t mean to surprise the angel, but you needed to tell him who you were.  It didn’t go well at first.  He tried to attack you, which was understandable.

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Title: You’ve Got A Friend In Me

@laymetorest77 requested: Okay so since Fat Joey had died & there was that little part that Negan was saying his respects over the walkie, I think maybe there was a burial for him. What I’m thinking is the reader was his sister & she’s super upset at the fact that he passed away & she visits his grave every day & one day Negan catches her (he’s never noticed her before) & she’s singing some song they used to sing to each other when they were kids & he’s super stunned at how well she can sing?

Character(s): Negan and Reader
Summary: Negan realizes that Fat Joey has a sister. Little does he know, she’s also got a voice of an angel.
Word Count: 1,610
Author’s Note: I absolutely love writing a softer side to Negan, so thank you so much for requesting this! It’s such an interesting idea that I was super excited to write about it! The song I also chose was a song that my I have always sang with my brothers when we were younger! Thank you again for requesting, and I sure hope this exceeds all expectations! Enjoy! :-)

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[SUMMARY: Negan comes across Ricks group and finds his wife Lucille, who he thought was dead. But when he finds her, his heart breaks all over again when he learns she has amnesia and is now with Daryl.]


Negan and Lucille.

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Feels Like Home


Pairing: Tony/OC

Prompts: #20. “It’s raining and I’m in front of your house.”
#40. “No, you look good with my shirt on.”
#90. “I’m in love with you.”

Warnings: None, just some fluff and some making out. The usual way I like to start out a Monday. Smut is implied at the end.

“You’re doing it again.”

I snapped my gaze away from the wandering billionaire philanthropist to see a smirking Natasha watching me. My cheeks flushed and I pretended to suddenly be engrossed in stirring the drink in front of me. Using a cocktail straw, I managed to create an alcohol whirlpool inside the pint glass.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I responded, feigning confusion. And doing a horrible job of it. We both knew i knew exactly what she was talking about. I just refused to spend any more time discussing it.

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ALTL Part 44

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Title: ALTL Part 44

Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Lucifer, Castiel

Word count: 1,105

Warnings: none :D

A/N: It’s Tuesday, and you know what that means ;) Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much <3 <3

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A week later and things started to fall back into the normal pace of things.  Lucifer was still around, and still acting as if nothing had changed.  It was better that way, and it was even better that Gabriel didn’t mind.  Castiel continued to be himself as well.  It left you thinking how Balthazar would react.  You wondered if he would come around as often as he did before.

Gabriel burst through your bedroom door as you were getting dressed.  You both could hear Lucifer’s footfalls coming down the hall.  Gabriel quickly closed the door, not bothering to turn away from you.

“You’re still getting dressed cupcake,” Gabriel asked, raising an eyebrow.  “Are you okay?  Usually you are in the library by now, or on a case with Sam and Dean.”

“I’m fine Gabriel,” you insisted.  “I just got out of bed late.”  

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Imagine -  Cas finding out about your self harm scars

Word Count – 1052

Pairing – Cas x Reader

Warnings – Mentions of self harm, self hatred.


“Damn it! Ouch..” You grumbled to yourself, rubbing your wrist. “Is everything okay, y/n?” Cas asked from behind. “Y-yeah, I’m fine. Wrists still healing from when I sprained it on the last hunt.” Cas took his hands and placed them over your wrist gently, trying not to cause you any more paint than you’re already in. “Oh no Cas, you don’t have to heal me I’m fine.” Your heart raced, remembering that’s the wrist with your self harm scars on it. Before you could say anything else your sleeve rolled up, showing what you did to yourself. Cas stood in shock and gave you a confused look.

“What is this? Did someone hurt you?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over them while you flinched away. “It doesn’t matter.” You mumbled, looking away from him. “Well it matters to me, y/n. Who hurt you? Does Sam and Dean have to –“ You cut him off. “I did.” He didn’t answer and just stood confused. “I hurt myself, Cas.” “I..I thought humans were supposed to avoid getting hurt.” ‘Yeah, well some people just deserve the pain, Castiel.” You snapped, turning your back and walking back to your room.


You sat down slowly on your bed, sitting and thinking of what just happened. Sam and Dean found out about your self harm scars awhile back, realizing you always wore long sleeved clothes even if it was 100 degrees out. They got mad at first, but finally understood and promised not to tell Cas. The sound of your door knowing got you out of your thoughts. “y/n please, can I come in?” Cas mumbled behind the door. “It’s open.” You said softly, running your hands through you hair. He opened the door and closed it quietly. He walked over and sat next to you, bringing you into a big hug while you hugged back.

“I may not understand much about humans, but I can tell you’re hurting, y/n. Why are you hurting?” He asked softly. You sighed and stood up, thinking of what to say. “Have you ever felt guilty for someone’s death? I have. A million, million times. All those people we weren’t able to save on those past hunts? They were my fault. Maybe I took to much time doing my makeup and getting ready, causing us to be late, I don’t know. I also left my family for this life, Cas. I left my parents, my brother and sister.. You know what my dad told me? He told me don’t call. Don’t come and visit, don’t wonder about us,  don’t drag us with you. I used to be daddy’s little girl, and now it’s gone. I left my family, for this SHITTY life. This waking up every morning and wondering if this will be my last day, if this will be my last meal, my last shower, my last time seeing you and the boys… hell I wonder everyday if this will be the last time I ever see Sam, Dean AND YOU. I can’t lose you boys, ever. You guys are ALL I have. Not to help I think I’m fucking hideous, you and the guys are like sex gods and I’m a potato. I’m a failure, a stupid failure..” You looked down, sniffling and wiping the tears away. “I just want to be happy, Cas. I want to be me again. I want us all to be safe and happy and it’s like that’s to much to ask.”

Cas stood up and hugged you tightly again, so tight you thought you were going to pop. He wiped your tears away with his thumb and cupped your cheek. You looked up and noticed his eyes were watery too, was he really crying?

He looked down and kissed you lightly, not knowing if you would kiss back but when you did he deepened the kiss, feeling all of the butterflies in his stomach. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist, bringing you in as close as he could. “I might’ve not been able to save you before, but I promise I’ll try my best to save you till the end of time.” Cas said softly, running his thumb over your cheek. “Those death’s were not your fault, y/n. You couldn’t do anything to stop it, none of us could. Just remember you have saved more people then people who have died on those hunts, okay? For your family, that was their fault for throwing you out like that. They chose to not let you call or visit them. That was their mistake, because anyone would be lucky to be around and talk to you. I thank the lord every day for bringing you into my life. Same for Sam and Dean. Also you are no where near! ugly. You are beautiful, the most beautiful human being I’ve ever seen. You make me feel warm and happy inside. Whenever I’d see you my heart would beat harder and harder, and my cheeks would get … pink? Dean would always make fun of me and call it blushing, so I guess that. Just your slightest touch gives me shivers, and oh my I don’t know how I could hide my feelings for so long.” He stopped and took your hand in his, then looked at you with a smile. “I know this life is hard, I know we will have hard times, but as long as I have you by my side, I’m okay.” He finished his speech by kissing your scars gently, making your heart skip beats as you watched and smiled, feeling a few tears roll down your cheeks but it wasn’t sad tears, it was happy.

You and Cas didn’t realize Sam and Dean standing in the door way with tears in their eyes and a smile on their face. “Oh.. did you two hear all of that?” Cas asked awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. “Every single bit, we’re so happy for you both.” Sam smiled, giving you and Cas a hug. “I told you you’d win her, buddy.” Dean smiled, hugging you both also. “I’m a lucky winner.” Cas smiled to himself, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and kissing you softly while Sam and Dean made fake gagging noises in the background, but you didn’t care. You were happy, finally.


I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream pt. 32

Summary: You’re in charge of giving the newcomers jobs and watching over them.

Note: Sorry it’s taken so long to get this part out!


“It was good for her though, to submit to things that weren’t for her pleasure, but his.”

- Annabel Joseph


You turned back to Brian and he gave you a look as if he didn’t quite understand what was going on.

“So, what’s all this about?” He said looking over his shoulder to David, who was filling up a bucket with some water.

“Negan put me in charge of these three newcomers.”

He blinked, “That’s new. It’s never happened before, but then again, I’ve never seen a wife kill one of the others either.”

You shrugged, “I guess things are changing.”

“For the better.”

“Let’s hope.” You smirked, “Look, just watch David, make sure he does his job. If he doesn’t, then handle it the way you need to.”

He gave you an understanding nod as you turned to head out the door with the other two.
There were a few workers already in the garden, but they could always use more help.

“Well, I’m sure I don’t need to tell you two how to gather food. So, just do it.” You said as you watched over everyone else.

Being in control was weird, and you couldn’t deny that.
You were used to doing your own thing, and having a responsibility over others made you nervous.
What were you to do if something went wrong?
If someone got completely out of line, you’d have to kill them and that was no big deal, it really wasnt.
But you wondered what the fuck you were gonna do if there happened to be a full scale riot or some shit like that.
You wondered why Negan had just thrown you into the deep end and let you go head first into all of this.
You didn’t pretend to not be curious, but at the same time, it was Negan, so you had learned not to ask too many questions.

“What’s the purpose of points?” Ben asked cautiously as he looked over to you.

You rolled you eyes and huffed, “Did you not listen to a thing I told you earlier?”

“No.. I mean, no ma'am, I listened.. It’s just, with the world the way it is, why would it be made anymore difficult. There’s enough struggle.. without, y'know, working for supper.” He said as he swallowed hard, suddenly afraid of what he had just said.

Katherine gave an approving nod at his statement as she picked some tomatoes.

“Because, some order needs to be established again. Nothing is ever going to get any better if we continue to run around like animals.” You snapped at him.

“I understand.. But the guy with the bat.. That’s pretty animalistic, don’t you think?” He said back.

You had to give it to him, he knew he was crossing a line, but he spoke up anyway. You were almost taken aback by him and his boldness to speak so bluntly.
It reminded you of yourself, but at the same time, you weren’t gonna sit back and let them say whatever they wanted.

“Well.” You gave a dark smile, “Some animalistic instincts need to be brought out to keep the order. There is order being established around here, but there are also rules, and if that rule breaking is met with some not-so-nice actions, that’s your own fucking fault. That’s why it’s best if you stick to the rules and do your goddamn job. And that ‘guy with the bat’ is Negan, he’s my leader and your leader. So, unless you want that bat through your skull, you should probably shut up and do your job.” You said bluntly, looking over the both of them.

Ben gave you a nod and turned back to what he was doing without another word. In time, he would come to learn that you weren’t a person to try and cross, and most of all, not to fucking cross Negan.
Katherine put her hand on his shoulder and gave him a sympathetic look.
He returned it with a weak smile.
You smirked and looked at the both of them curiously.

“So, are you two a thing or something?” You said with interest as you studied them both.

They turned around again, exchanging glances with eachother before giving a nod.

“We’re married.” Katherine said, attitude rising in her tone again.

You chewed your lip a bit in frustration with her attitude, but you were overwhelmed with happiness.
You were genuinely happy they were together, that meant she was a woman who wouldn’t be added to Negan’s harem of women.
She still annoyed the fuck out of you, but you gained just the smallest amount of tolerance for her now that you didn’t see her as much of a nuisance to your relationship.
But it didn’t go without saying that you’d still shoot her if she got on your nerves enough.

“That’s cute.” You smirked smugly, shifting your weight on your foot.

Once they were done gathering what they needed, you made your way to the kitchen to return the vegetables to Brian.
Once there, you put Ben and Katherine in charge of helping Brian more.
He was the one of the only cooks for the whole place, and with the amount of people there were around here, he really needed the help.
They all disappeared into the back of the kitchen to start preparations for dinner.
You stood there watching over David who was still in the process of mopping the cafeteria floor.
You walked over to him, and sat on top of a nearby table as he continued.

He turned to you and looked nervous, “Did I do something wrong?”

You held back a laugh and shook your head, “No, you’re fine. Jesus, are you really that scared of me?”

It was honestly very funny to you, no one had ever been afraid of you as he seemed to be, whether or not he was playing it up to get on your good side, you had to admit that it felt good.

He nodded, “Well, you did threaten to kill us.”

“As long as you don’t give me a reason to, then I won’t. We’re all reasonable people here.”

He continued mopping the floor and you held small talk for a while. He was more tolerable than the other two, and even a bit likeable if you said so yourself.

“Can I ask how long you been here, ma'am?” He asked, looking over his shoulder.

You ran a hand through your hair, not answering.
Not because it was a question you didn’t wanna answer, but you honestly had to think about it.

“Almost 2 months.” You said after a bit of though.

“That doesn’t seem too long.”

“No, it’s not.”

“So..” He trailed off.

“So what?” You shrugged your shoulders.

“I’m not trying to be disrespectful, but are you… I mean, are you really Negan’s wife?” He said raising an eyebrow.

You clenched your jaw, wanting to get mad at this, but knew that it would be stupid you did.

“If what you’re asking is if I’m his real wife, then no. Any girl that comes here that Negan likes he’ll ask them to be a wife, and being one has benefits. He asked your friend to be a wife.” You said in a sour tone.

He could see the displeased look on your face.

“Sorry. I was just asking, because it seems like he has a lot, so I was thinking if you’re his actual wife, then I was wondering what your stance on that was.”

“I’m considered his favorite, and my stance is none of your fucking business, David.” You growled in a low tone.

He nodded quickly, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Just trying to make conversation. This isn’t the easiest situation to be in.”

“I know it’s not, but make it easier on yourself and not say things that could potentially get your head bashed in, huh?”

He shot you a nervous look, stopping what he was doing to see the serious look you were giving him, and he saw that you weren’t joking around or just giving him a hard time.
Life at the sanctuary, plus the countless things you’ve had to endure were hardening you.
You quickly dropped your gaze from him, you knew you were probably being too harsh on him at that time, but you couldnt help it.

“My apologies, ma'am.” He said slowly, sticking the mop back into the bucket.

He had finally got finished mopping the entire room, and you looked over it carefully, looking for any spots he would have missed.
Because you knew what Negan would say if the shit wasn’t perfect.
He’d be on your ass, more so than the new ones since you were the one in charge of them.
But everything looked fine and you turned back to him.

“How does it look?” He asked with a weak smirk.

You gave him a crooked smile, “It looks just fine. I guess you’ll get your points for the day.”

“Is this what I’m gonna be doing everyday?” He asked.

You shook your head, “Not necessarily, you’ll do whatever work is available.”

“How would I go about getting a gun?”

You shot him a hostile look, “What?”

“Like you, is what I mean. Your job seems better, how can I do something like that?”

“That’s something you’re nowhere near trustworthy to do. It’s something you have to earn the right to do. Best you can hope for is gathering supplies.” You said with your eyes narrowed.

“Well, I’ll do that then.”

“We’ll see.” You crossed your arms.

The door to the cafeteria as Dwight appeared from behind it, looking to you, “Hey (Y/N), how are the new ones doing?”

“They’re fine, Dwight. Can I help you.”

“Yeah. Negan is going on a run, he says they should learn to scavenge for him.”

“The other two are helping Brian in the kitchen, you know he needs the help. But this one-” You pointed to David, “is free.”

Dwight nodded, “Alright, let the boss know about the others. Bring him with you.” He said before exiting the room again.

You turned to David, “It looks like it’s your lucky day. Ready for a field trip?”

“Where to?” He asked, running a hand through his beard.

You rolled your eyes, “Wherever the fuck we can find shit at, now come on.” You said, walking out of the room, motioning him to follow.

The vehicles were gathered out front as they usually were when there was a run to be made.
You kept an eye on David as you walked over to them.
You spotted Arat standing near one and she waved you over to her.

“Out and about, I see.” You said happily to her.

She was beaming from ear to ear, happy to finally be out of the infirmary, with her gun back on her hip.

“Yeah, about damn time, too. I missed this.” She said in relief.

You nodded, “Tell me about it.”

She noticed the man standing near you, “Where are your other two tag alongs?”

You chuckled, “Kitchen duty. I’ve found them a job helping Brian.”

“Good. He needs it. I don’t like the girl.” She said, propping her arm against the truck.

“We’re on the same page then.”

You could hear Negan approaching from the slew of loud obscenities that were heard, he wasnt even angry, that was just Negan.
You and Arat turned towards the voice to see him walking out with Simon.

“Keep this shit in fuckin’ line.” You overheard him say to someone as he made his way closer to you.

You smiled as he walked in your direction, he had the usual sly smirk on his face, and Lucille perched on his leather shoulder, but dropped her to his side once he was in front of you.
He looked over to Arat and David and sucked his teeth.

“Do you two fuckin’ mind? I’d like a goddamn word with my wife.”

Arat nodded and made her way to the other side of the yard and David walked away nervously a couple of paces before he stood very still, not knowing where to go.

“Christ.” Negan said looking over to him, “Kind of a nervous motherfucker, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, he’s nervous that he’s gonna be killed.” You said, looking over to him.

Negan chuckled, “Well, I can’t fuckin’ blame him for that one, especially with you looking over him.”

“Right. Look who’s talking. I told him if he didn’t give me a reason, there’s no need to be nervous.” You said, looking up to Negan.

He licked his lips as he looked back down to you, “It’s the fuckin’ truth. I don’t like nervous motherfuckers though. They have a fuckin’ tendency to fuck up quickly.”

“Then you’re gonna be thrilled when you hear that he wants to have a job like mine.”

Negan shot a look over to him, then back to you with his eyes narrowed, “Fuck that shit. How the fuck do you know, darlin’?”

“He told me.” You said.

“And what the fuck did you tell him?” Negan began clenching his jaw.

“I let him know he’s not truthworthy for that.” You said quickly.

Negan’s expression finally softened, “Good fuckin’ answer, babydoll.”

“I was gonna tell him that anyway. I wouldn’t trust him with a gun right now, same as you.” You grimaced thinking about the amount of scars you had already collected since you’ve been here, with your luck, if David had a gun he’d probably shoot you first.

“How are the other two?” He asked, cocking his head.

“So far they’re compliant with me. But they could change at any time.”

“You seem to be doing fine so fuckin’ far. New arrivals are like problem dogs, they have to be fuckin’ trained, baby.” He said, giving you a smirk.

“I didn’t need to be trained.” You answered, biting your lip.

Negan gave a chuckle and closed his eyes to take in a breathe, “Darlin’, I’ve pretty much fuckin’ learned that I’ll never be able to tame you. I can punish you, but I fuckin’ know you’re unbreakable.”

“Does that bother you?”

“No. It just reassures me that you’re my fuckin’ favorite wife.”

You smiled and dropped your head for a moment before looking back up to him.

“Look, just keep him the fuck in line when we go out there.” Negan said with a nod towards David.

“I will, Negan.”

He gave you a wink and propped Lucille back onto his shoulder, before stepping over to the truck.
You gave a whistle to David to signal him back over to you.
After everyone was situated you got into the truck with Negan, making David sit in the back compatment, where the supplies would go.
Negan didn’t want him sitting up front with either of you.

“He’s fuckin’ scared of you.” Negan said, almost to himself.

You looked over to him, “I know he is.”

Negan cut his eyes to the side to look back at you, “Yeah, he is. But I’ve fuckin’ noticed he looks at you like he might have a fuckin’ crush, darlin’.”

You held yourself back from smirking.
The thought of David having a crush on you made you smile, because you could see the slight annoyance on Negan’s face at the thought of another man having a thing for you, and God forbid if he let the thought of another man having you crossed his mind.
You loved seeing Negan’s jealous side, especially when it was over you.
His protectiveness and feelings for you came out when he got jealous and you loved it.

You rolled your eyes a bit, “Christ Negan, he just got here. I doubt he wants to throw me down a fuck me already.”

Negan shot you a dangerous look.
He didn’t have to speak, you knew that look well.
It was his signature look that said, 'Watch what the fuck you’re saying to me.’

“Darlin’, stop rolling your goddamn eyes.” He said wrapping his fingers into your hair, pulling you towards him.

You sucked in a small breathe at the sudden annoying pain that always happens when he pulled your hair without warning.

“Alright, alright.” You whined back.

“Please, don’t fuckin’ forget that I still fuckin’ run things around here.” He growled softly.

“Yes, Negan.” You nodded back, biting your lip.

After a while of riding, you finally arrived into a small, desolate neighborhood.
It was the usual drill; get out and gather whatever useful supplies that you were able to find, put them in the trucks, and get the hell back to the sactuary.
You all exited your vehicles and spread out, going to different houses.
Negan watched you as you and David made your way into a small two story house.
You could see him, his grip tightened around Lucille, and his eyes narrowed into his usual angry, sexy stare that he always seemed to give you.
You and he were in an intense staring competition for a moment, until you reached the door of the house.

“Go ahead in.” You said to David, breaking your gaze from Negan’s.

“But I don’t have a weapon.” He turned his head quickly, giving you a look.

You took a breathe, “Well, you better hope there’s something in here you can use.”

David shook his head and walked in first without much more protest when he caught a glance of the gun in your holster.




Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Luna Lovegood
Based on this imagine by imaginesharrypotter.
FFN | Ao3

A/N: Fluff.

Her steps were always light, and swift as they carried her down into the hole and not promising that she’d return in one piece. But she was neutral territory. At least, that was what he explained. Half of them thought her too mad to really find her any real threat, even if she did brandish her wand in self-defense. The other half seemed to find her wanderings as harmless as a butterfly’s prance.

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BODY ELECTRIC // masterlist

Request: Hey lovie 💕 I just wanted to say first that you’re an amazing writer and I LIVE for your stories. I was wondering if I could make a request for Kylo Ren? The reader is a force user like Kylo, but tries so hard not to show her powers because of fear that snoke will find her. So she works at like High End stripper club and that’s where Kylo finds her because someone tip him about her. I was greatly inspired by this song: Body Electric - Lana Del Rey Thank you 💕

A/N: This was a rather different request to write and I didn’t think I’d actually really like the outcome but ya know if there isn’t angst it can’t possibly be my writing. Thanks @decodexariel​ for the request, enjoy!

Warning: NSFW (?)

Word Count: 3.3K+

It was said that the world–universe–you now lived in was split between the good and the evil; the light and the dark. But there was that gray zone that was barely unheard of and hardly touched, not many falling under it as they were either chose to stand on either side or had no say in what they wanted. Then there were those Force users who had to stay hidden because a certain military organization claimed to had wiped them all out–no thanks to their commander and supreme leader.

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The King of Jealousy

(gif belongs to @of-badges-and-guns)

Title: The King of Jealousy

Pairing: Pride x Reader

Word Count: 1,014

Warnings: none?

A/N: I was gonna save this for Friday, but I was easily convinced to post it now. Tonight is a new episode of NOLA and I am PUMPED! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!! <3 This was requested by an Anon: Pride x Reader oneshot where Pride is jealous bc someone is flirting with the reader

Dwayne Pride’s friend, Jethro, was famous for his rules.  Pride on the other hand, didn’t have any rules.  Jethro would have scolded Pride for dating you.  He couldn’t help the feelings he had for you.  He loved you.  There was no way he was going to stand by as someone else had the chance to sweep you off of your feet.  He never regretted the day he made you his.

The hardest thing about being with you in this line of work, was the suspects and the random people you had to deal with.  Pride always tried to be in the interrogation room with you whenever it was possible.  Suspects often tried to sweet talk you and that made Dwayne’s blood boil.

The agent watched through the glass as you and LaSalle sat the perp down in a chair.  He had to admit, he did like watching you during interrogations.  You were great at getting under people’s skin.  

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[SUMMARY: Daryl begins to like a plus size girl, Maryanne who has an abusive alcoholic father.]


NOTE* please don’t take offense that I called her “plus size” I’m plus size myself. And I wrote that so people who requested this know that this is the story they wanted.

Daryl and Maryanne.

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 AN: I hope everyone is doing good and stuff :3 (idk I’m in a really good mood rn for some reason XD). Also, I hope you like this imagine! Thank you to the anon for sending it my way, I hope that this is what you envisioned! Enjoy! *I do not own the gif, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxoxoxo :3

Pairing: Pietro (AoU) X Reader

Prompt: Hey I know requests are closed now, but when they open, would you write one on the reader being a human avenger but when everyone’s falling during a battle, she has a sudden burst of power? Major pietroxreader fluff please 😘 Love your writing btw

((Okay so don’t kill me, but I almost completely ignored the fluff bit. I’m not sure what happened, but this imagine got really intense really fast. There was so many heavy feelings and a lot of struggling to survive, so I never really found the proper place to stick in fluff. I did, however, put in some Pietro X Reader for you! I hope that is okay! *gives you cookie*))

Warnings: Violence, swears , dark themes, feelings of extreme loss and hopelessness. Mentions of death.



The sun had just touched the rumble-blanketed horizon, illuminating the sky with an orange and red light. It would have looked absolutely beautiful, had it not reminded you of the blood-stained streets that were crumbling under your feet.

With every drop of the thick, red blood that fell from your friends, you felt your sanity further crack. Soon, you were going to shatter.

The rest of the team already has.

They weren’t dead, yet. You could see over the mounds of rocks and debris the Hulk, Bruce, frantically trying to protect Nat and Tony, both of which had fallen unconscious during the intense fighting. Even from where you stood, you could see the desperation in Bruce’s eyes, and even in his green form he looked weak.

The truth of the matter was that none of you were prepared for a light like this. And, you were convinced that no matter how many guns or how many SHIELD members you had brought with you, you still would have been no match for this army.

They were aliens that descended from the sky in the early hours of the day, killing hundreds of people and leveling dozens of buildings before the Avengers had even gotten the distress call. The creatures, as you were quick to find out, were larger in number and were willing to go to any lengths to kill. They were brutal, and there was too many of them to contain.

Your team didn’t have time to look over the attackers carefully and strategically, and you felt the consequences of that now.

This was one of your first major fights, seeing as you were the newest member of the Avengers, and you had gotten into a level of destruction and violence that you hadn’t even thought possible. You were only human, not some god like Thor or enhanced being like the Maximoffs were.

There was nothing for you to fall back on other than your newly acquired combat skills and a small pistol that you kept strapped to your thigh, and even that was out of bullets.

“Hello?” You whispered into your headset, hoping that one of your teammates would be well enough to respond. The fight had dragged on for the entire day, and as the sun set, the noises of gunshots and yelling aliens had died down to a faint lull of groaning civilians who had been wounded.

Even the Hulk was down now.

“Hello?” You repeated yourself, a feeling of worry and desperation setting over you. “Is anyone…is anyone still there?”


There was no longer any sunlight in the sky, it was as if someone had taken a paintbrush and swiped black ink across the sky and dotted it with white stars.

Still, the scenery was lit by the orange flames that erupted from the once-buildings. You could see the aliens, with their nasty grey skin and beady black eyes, wandering around the streets and checking for any people hiding in the shadows.

No. It can’t be over. They can’t win.

But, they had. How could they not? Every time you thought that the team had the advantage, every time you saw even a glimmer of hope, it was ripped away from you when another wave of aliens fell from the clouds. Wave after wave after wave after wave…

How was it that you, the weakest of the team, was the last one standing?

The answer was so painfully simple, yet you couldn’t properly admit it to yourself. The truth was: you were a coward. Yes, you had started out strong by fighting off a few dozen enemies, but it got to be too much. You hid in corners and under rocks when things began to get bad. You saved yourself as your teammates began to fall.

“Status report.” You heard Nick Fury’s voice boom through the speakers, making your fearful self jump. You couldn’t find your voice at first, prompting Fury to repeat himself. “Status report, is anyone still up out there?”

You swallowed the blood, tears, and fear. “I…I’m here.”

“Y/N,” Fury breathed out, almost sounding relieved to hear someone. “Where are the others?”

“I…” Tears stung at your eyes, but you just shook your head and cast your emotions aside the best you could. You had to remember, the battle wasn’t over yet, and it was no time to let emotions get in the way of your guard. “I think I am the only one left, sir. Well, conscious at least.”

There was a pause, then his voice came through, much less stern than before. He sounded shaken, and worried. “I have a location on Quicksilver’s communication device, all of the other ones seemed to be busted. I’m sending you the cornets now, go and find him.”

You took out a small hand-held device that SHIELD had given you, and just as promised, a map popped up on the screen with a red dot where the Pietro’s headset was.

“Y/N.” Nick said through your speaker. “Listen…I know that you are new to this sort of thing, but even the other Avengers aren’t used to this kind of battle. Some of them may not have been strong enough for this fight. So…so when you find Pietro’s headset, he may not be with it, for all we know he could be on the other side of the city. Or, you could find him, but he may not be the same. There had been a lot of blood and a lot of death in this attack, he may not…”

“Fury?” Your heart was hammering in your chest as he clearly struggled to find the right words.

“He may not be in the state that you saw him in before you started the mission. Be ready for the potential findings of his…body. Do you understand me, Y/N?”

Silence, you couldn’t breath.

“Do you understand me?”

You swallowed and licked your chapped, ash covered lips. “Understood.”

Avoiding the aliens in the streets, you clung to the side of the buildings and used the shadows as cover as you made your way to the center of town where the directions told you to go.

This bit of the battle field was completely wrecked, even more so than where you were. Every step you took you saw a more and more gruesome reality.

You had initially thought that joining the Avengers would be some sort of amazing thing; fame, respect, and friendship. You were right about that much, but you hadn’t accounted for all the dirty stuff. All of the death, all of the destruction, all of the hopes crushed.

Moments like this, moments where you walk through the streets with your heart hanging from your chest and your tears racing down your face, you wondered why you had ever though that it was good. The good didn’t outweigh the bad, and in this case, the heroes didn’t defeat the villains.

You forgot what it was like to hope for better, happier moments. Your mind was plagued with dark clouds of hate and anger, as well as sadness.

If you couldn’t find Pietro, or if you found him with his heart not beating in his chest, you would give up. No more playing hero, no more Avengers.

You stood in the spot where the red dot flickered on your device, but there was not a body there. You pivoted your feet to look around, and you heard a crunching sound.

Pietro’s headset was in pieces under the heel of your boot.

“No, no, no, no…”

Numb, you were so numb inside. How could you feel so much overwhelming emotion inside, yet still feel nothing at all? How could one feel so filled with feelings of anger and pure agony, yet feel so hollow?

“No!” You picked the little machine in your fingers, seeing the specks of blood that were painted onto the sides of it. Not your blood. “Pietro, Pietro, no!”

You let go of all restraints that you had built inside of your head. Your screams echoed through the hills of ruble and wounded people, and carried on into the stars in the sky.

Soon enough, the aliens followed the scream back to you, and like ants to a cube of sugar, they began to come. You just sat with your knees on the ground, waiting for them to come.

“Y/N…” You heard a weak, accented voice from behind you. “Y/N, is that you?”

You jumped to your feet and spun around, facing a huge pile of rocks and the remains of a home. Through a gap between two collapsed walls, you saw Pietro’s silver hair and bright blue eyes.

“P…Pietro…” You almost smiled when you saw him, but then you understood the position he was in. You could see that his legs were pinned underneath a large boulder, and that he couldn’t move.

“My…my legs are completely crushed. They’re broken, I’m sure.” He gasped out painfully, then looked up to see the oncoming swarm of enemies coming at you. “Get out of here now, Y/N. They aren’t going to go easy on you, they’ll kill you. Get on a ship and get out of here now.”

“I am not leaving without you!” You shot back, turning to face the army and backing up to guard Pietro.

“You aren’t going to win this fight, Y/N.” Pietro said. “Don’t go around thinking that you are invincible, you are human.”

You didn’t move.

“Y/N!” Pietro was yelling now, slamming his hand against the ground. “Listen to me! This isn’t fucking training, this is real life, this is a war! People die in wars, it’s just what happens! You can’t try to save everyone, you have to save yourself and live to fight another day.”

“Then what? Then I just ‘move on’, right?” You closed your eyes and tightened your fists at your sides. “I just forget all about the team that I left for dead on the battle field, I am the lone survivor. People praise me for my bravery in fighting, even though I left a teammate in the path of the enemy. That is not the future I want. If I loose you, I won’t want to fight another day. If I’m not fighting side-by side with you, then I would rather die.”

Any words that he was going to say was cut off by the rumbling feet of the attackers.

They were five feet from you.





You were a fighter, and you had a fire in you that would burn until the moment that you stopped breathing. During the heat of the battle you had forgotten all the courage that you had, but now there was nothing blocking it from you. You were at a hundred percent, and you would take that with you to the grave.

They piled onto you like a herd of some sort of deranged animals; snapping their pointy teeth at your arms and legs, growling and hissing, and hitting blow after blow.

They seemed to be focusing all their attention onto you, which you were glad. They hadn’t noticed Pietro in the debris yet.

You dished out every punch and every kick that you could, never giving up, yet you could see the black begin to creep into your vision and blurring everything around you.

You were thankful for living that you did; for the amazing friends you had, and trying to save the world. If this was how you were going to go out, then fine.

Through the bodies on top of you and the violent attacks, you heard one distinct phrase leave Pietro’s lips, one that he said as though he intended for it to be the last thing you hear:

I love you!

A strange feeling brewed inside of you, one that you didn’t know you had, and spread to every fiber in your body. You felt your cells change. You felt your very soul vibrate.

Instinctively, without thinking, you shoved your hands forward so that it collided with the first body in front of you. A circle of energy shot out of your body in every direction, sending the enemies around you flying everywhere.

You looked down at your hands, and saw that they glowed with a faint purple hue, much like Wanda’s did red when she used her powers.

Stretching your fingers out in the direction of the oncoming wave of aliens, you shot out a ball of purple energy, knocking them all over like bowling pins.

Your head still felt blurred and your vision was still going, but you never felt more awake. Your body, if it makes any sense at all, vibrated in excitement. Your skin crawled with a fiery, stinging sensation as you shot down each and every enemy that came your way.

As you continued to thin their waves of troops, you ripped the headset away from your ear and tossed it to Pietro so that he could get you two a transport out of there, and to tell Fury that you were well on your way to wiping out the entire enemy army.

Soon, you heard word from each of the Avengers. They were all alive, thought the road to recovery would be a long one. Still, that was okay.

When you were on the transport airship away from the battle, you thought back to the three phrases that kept running through your head as you fought:

No more.

No more death, no more giving up.

We will live.

((I went a lil overboard with this one XD I hope you all liked it though, tell me what you thought! Please, I would love to know!))

TRUE ROMANCE + Book 2 of Soul Mate

Summary: What if second chances did exist…except in another lifetime?

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long to be put up, I just realized in like two days it marks a month since the last part of soul mate was uplodaded and damn time flies! Here’s part one of the mini series I promised you all, the continuation of Soul Mate! (you can also find me on AO3 under the username dickren!)

Word Count: 4.5K+

Warning: None!

It was yet another beautiful morning in New York City where the sun shined it’s brightest, for once, you hadn’t slept in through your alarm so you actually had time to make it over to your favorite coffee shop. With a job like yours, an on call nurse, sleep was a gift and when it was given you took full advantage of it–which sometimes made you oversleep with how exhausted you had been. But, you loved your job and you wouldn’t trade it for the world, babies were your favorite kind of people–if that even made sense–so of course you didn’t dread what you did on a daily basis. What kind of life was it where you did a job you were never meant to do? A very cruel one that is. “Excuse me ma'am, are you alright?” Looking up from the book, you sniffled a bit before wiping the few tears that had escaped. “I saw you crying and wondered if you were okay?”

Nodding your, you smiled. “Oh, yeah, definitely…I was just reading this romance novel that literally killed me. Sorry if I worried you!” Shutting the book as you had reached its end, you looked at your watch and nearly panicked. “Oh, great, I’m almost late for work!” Standing up and picking up your things, you tossed the empty plastic coffee cup away along with the napkins before excusing yourself.

“It’s no problem, dear, hope you don’t get late to work,” The older woman smiled as she waved at you.

“Thank you, uh…?”

“Maz! Maz Kanata!” Nodding your head as your eyebrows furrowed the slightest, you simply shrugged at how unique her name was.

“Thank you, Maz!” Waving goodbye, you rushed out, stuffing the book into your purse as you rue the idea of living in New York where almost everywhere you went was packed, especially when your job was in the hospital on the fifth floor rather than first. Hearing your phone ring, you grunted as you searched for it. “He-hello? Hey, Rey!”

“Hey, you sound…out of breath? You alright?”

“Fine, yeah! Totally! Just the fact that I may be late to work-”

“It’s because of Soul Mate. Are you still reading Soul Mate? I swear, you’ve read that book a good ten times-”

“Fifteen,” You corrected, dodging crowds.

“Fifteen?! Not a surprise…let me guess, you cried yet again.”

“Of course! He loved her so much and she died for him! It so beautiful, Rey! Not my fault you don’t have a romantic bone in your body…” You mumbled, causing her to gasp.

“I am in a relationship with Finn, excuse you!”

“Yeah yeah, look, I gotta go-”

“Wait! Are you still coming tomorrow night? You know, I’d like my best friend at my engagement party.”

“You mean, excuse-to-go-drinking-and-clubbing? You know I’m not all that into drinking…or clubbing…”

“Yeah, that’s why you work with babies. But hey, you’re still going ‘cause you love me, right? It’s not like we’re going to a strip club or anything…”

Sighing, you nodded. “Of course, anything for you, Rey…”

“Good! Poe will be there…wink wink-”

“Hush! I don’t like him that way, I can’t say the same for him about me…the flyboy is always so smiley around me. Not that I don’t mind, his smile is great.”

“Alright, that is true. Still doesn’t beat my smile. But whatever.”

“Who else is going?”

“Uh, you, Poe, Finn and I of course…Leia and Han wanna stop by…Jessika-”

“Poes pilot buddies, sweet. Leia and Han were able to get out of their busy lives? You’d think those busy people wouldn’t…” You pouted the slightest. “Hmm, I guess they’re not busy enough helping the air force with supplies or busy dealing medical equipment to hospitals.”

“Hey, out of all of us, you see them the most. Resistance Hospital’s number one supporter is Leia Organa and Han Solo.”

“I do, but I don’t know them that well, I mean, Leia is sweet but when do I really see her? Moms a good friend of hers but with my nursing life I’m too busy handling babies. Plus, dad is a pilot so he’s friends with Han…but not that close, he’s more close with Luke.”

“Yeah, speaking of which, dad won’t be attending because he’ll be in Africa…but, he says he’d try skyping me so let’s see how that goes.”

“Ah, have fun with that.” Seeing the hospital come into view, you looked at your wrist watch and sighed. “Thank god, I’m on time. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Love you!”

“Love you, too,” Hanging up, you slid your phone into the pocket of your scrubs before quickening your speed. You loved your job but man were the long hours tiring, especially when you worked on only five hours of sleep with nearly twelve hour shifts. At least the doctors and nurses were nice and the job paid well for you to have a decent loft.

Swerving and darting past crowds of people, you sighed in relief as you made it out in one piece, only to have someone knock right into you and cause you to fall flat on your ass. “Hey, watch where you’re-Oh, oh I’m so sorry!” Furrowing your eyebrows at the tone they had, you only raised them as they had changed it. “I didn’t see you there…” Seeing a hand come into view, you instantly took it and only felt chills run down your spine.

“It’s fine, it’s fine…” Looking straight ahead, all you saw was a torso. “I don’t blame you, you’re really…” Eyes trailing up his body, your eyebrows raised. “Tall…” Unable to see his face as the sun was blinding you, you used your hand as a visor.

“Yeah, sorry, this tends to happen when I’m walking past crowds,” Trying to see his face, the glare from the sun didn’t help one bit.

“Do you occasionally run into people?” You asked, chuckling.

“Uh, sort of…except sometimes I can’t help them up because people get in the way and I feel terrible about it.”

“Glad to be an exception,” You nodded, still squinting your eyes. “I’m sorry, I can’t see your face at all and it’s weird talking to practically nothing…”

“Ah, right…” Shifting over, he instantly blocked the sun, your hand falling to your side as you smiled.

“Thanks,” Looking up at him, you nearly gawked. He wasn’t your ideal guy but boy was he good looking. You couldn’t tell if it was the nice slicked back dark hair or the dimpled smile or maybe the towering height…but something about him called to you. “That’s…better…”

“You seem like you’re in a rush, am I in your way?” He simply asked, causing you to shake your head.

“No, yeah, I mean no…well, yeah I have work in five minutes but you’re being nice and nice people are fairly hard to run into on these sidewalks so…” Smiling, you only melted at the sight of his own as his dimples appeared.

“I’ll take that as a compliment?” He chuckled, causing you to smile even more. “But, honestly, I feel as if I’m in your way so, please…” Moving to a side, he gestured for you to go, “I don’t want you to be late.”

“Oh, oh yeah. Yeah, it’s fine.” Swatting a hand, you shrugged. “I should go. Uh, thank you again…what’s your name?”

Grinning, he shook his head as he stuck his hand out. “I don’t believe I introduced myself, what man doesn’t introduce himself to the lady he rams himself into?”

“It’s alright, my name is Y/N, or nurse Y/L/N…” You chuckled, taking his hand and feeling the chills run down your spine once more, only to crawl across your skin and bring goosebumps.

“Lovely name, I’ll admit, especially the whole nurse additive,” He nodded, “Ben, my name is Ben, or Mister Solo, I really don’t have a cool add on.” He teased, causing you to laugh.

“Nice to meet you Ben, hope to see you again. Or crash into you again…”

“One day, maybe.” Ben laughed, waving at you before you rushed off.

“See you some other day!”


There had been a strange sense of warmth from Ben, you weren’t sure if it was physical or mental, the fact that you couldn’t differentiate if it were coming from the surrounding heat of the passing bodies and burning sun or if it had been radiating off of him. Was it actually body warmth or was there an unusual sense of familiarity, as if you had felt it before–déja vu kind of emotion. What ever it had been, the lingering sensation was felt the entire day, as if it hadn’t had the desire to leave. “Miss Y/L/N?” Looking over your shoulder as you had been lost in thought, you gave the young man a smile. “I thought I’d come by and check on my little Daisy,” Standing patiently by the door, you gave the man a nod before placing the file you had been holding onto down, gesturing for him to follow you.

Taking in a deep breath, you stopped at the little incubator the baby was lying in, picking up her files and reading them, “Little Daisy here is an angel, she barely fusses and…” Letting out a soft chuckle, you looked over to the father, “Sleeps a lot. I see you and Mrs.Lucas having no problems when she leaves our care.” Giving the man a nod, you closed the files and placed them back down. “As long as she gets her feeding on time, you should be good.”

Releasing a sigh, the man shut his eyes only to reopen them. “Oh, thank god. I mean, not like I wasn’t going to be upset that she’d keep us up all night, but I have long shifts and I feel terrible leaving my wife alone with the baby…of course, we have our dog, but you know dogs can’t do much,” He snickered, causing you to let out a small laugh. “But that, that is very good to hear…and that she is healthy?” He stated, more in a questioning tone.

Nodding your head as you stuck your freezing hands into the scrubs pockets. “Well, besides the fact that she is a preemie, she has slight breathing problems. But, no worries, she will be fine in no time.” Giving him a reassuring smile, he let out a sigh of relief. “She should be ready to go home in a few days,” Nodding your head, the man took in a deep breath.

“Thank you, for taking care of her,” Placing a hand on his chest, he bowed his head the slightest, “I’ll be honest, I was worried…we were worried, my wives sister had a preemie and he had to stay in NICU for a good fifteen days.”

Taking a step away, you spoke up, “It depends on the issues the baby is going through, lucky for you, Daisy isn’t suffering too much. She’ll be just fine, trouble with breathing is quite common for preemies.”

“Again, thank you for everything. Will we see you when we pick her up?” He asked, curiously.

“Most likely, I work really long shifts so there is a high chance. Plus,” Whispering, you leaned over, “Daisy is my favorite.” Giving him a wink, he only chuckled. “But I hope so, I’d like to say my goodbyes to the little angel before she leaves.”

Smiling, he nodded in agreement. “I should get going, thank you, once again.”

Watching the man walk away, you smiled as you waved goodbye before placing your stethoscopes on to check on one of the babies breathing. “Okay, little Johnny, let’s see how you’re doing today,” Sweetly speaking to the baby, you were about to check the babies breathing before the other nurse who helped you out went up to you.

“You have someone asking for you outside,” Furrowing your eyebrows, you placed the stethoscope back around your neck, “Someone by the name of…Leia?” Growing wide eyed, you nodded.

“Oh, oh Mrs.Organa,” Moving to a side, you aimed for the door. “Mind checking on Johnny’s breathing and chart it?”

“Of course,” The nurse gave you a thumbs up before you exited the room, looking down the hall, then turning the opposite way to see the older woman standing there.

“Mrs.Organa?” Looking up, she smiled.

“Oh, please call me Leia, Y/N.” Walking over to you, you stuck your hand out for her to shake, only for her to pull you into a hug. “I haven’t seen you in a while! You’ve turned into quite the lady.”

Softly laughing, you looked over at her as she now held onto your hands. “Well, it’s been a while, although I see you from afar…here and there. How are you? How is the business? Han?”

Taking in a breath, Leia responded. “I’m doing good, the business is fine…Han, well, Han is Han…” Laughing, you grinned. “How about you? How are you doing with being a nurse? Let alone, working such long hours?”

“I-…I’m doing fine, surviving,” You stated, “I love what I do, so I don’t mind the short hours of sleep, though I do appreciate my time off, they are wonderful for sleeping in or walking my dog…or catching up on the outside world.”

“You should take a few days off, I spoke to a few of your coworkers and saw your records, you work the hardest out of 'em all, lots of hours…I promise you, if you don’t take a day off–at least a day–I will personally take it off for you.” Laughing, Leia only arched an eyebrow. “I’m serious, Y/N! Your mother sometimes worries…your health is important.”

“Thanks, mom,” You teased, “But I’m fine, very fine. Plus, I think I am taking off the weekend. I mean, it is Rey’s engagement party tomorrow night and I’m usually on call on the weekends, so-”

“Do you work every day?”

“I mean, it’s not like I have other things to do besides walk the dog, watch TV…and sleep?” You shrugged, causing Leia to shake her head.

“You don’t have a boyfriend?”

“N…No…” You nervously stated, rubbing the back of your neck, “I mean, I’ve gone on dates here and there and they aren’t the one and it’s kind of hard because it’s like we never click. And then when I think we do, it just flat out fails, so I’ve taken a break…”

Arching an eyebrow, she placed her hands on her hips, “For how long?”

Awkwardly laughing, you scratched your head, “Uh…a year-”

“A YEAR?!” She shouted, causing the passer by-ers to give her a weird look before she apologized.

“What? I’ve kinda given up-”

“Y/N, honey, there has to be someone out there for you, I feel it…I mean, you’re a lovely, intelligent, well rounded girl…there has to be someone.” Leia insisted as you pushed your hand through your hair. Truth is, you did feel like something was missing in your life, as if it had been there before but you had lost it, not remembering when or what it even was.

“Leia, trust me, I’m fine!” You stated. “I’m a-okay being single, plus, my life is too busy to have someone else in it-”

“That’s because you make it busy,” Leia crossed her arms. “That’s it, you work tomorrow and I’m making sure you get Saturday and Sunday off.” She pointed a finger before walking off, only to turn around as your eyes followed her. “Scratch that, Saturday till next Friday off. Then you can go back to on call,” She winked, causing you to gasp.

“But I can’t-” Calling out to her, she only left your sight as she rounded the corner. “I can’t miss Daisy’s departure…” You frowned, only to sigh as you went back into your 'work space’. At least you had a good four hours left before you had your take out dinner and five hour sleep.

And so those four hours had gone ever so quickly–as they always had–and you couldn’t help but be the slightest of upset that you’d be leaving the babies side. You loved being surrounded by them, they were the purest things breathing and living, mind you, the sight of them made you tear up because they were that cute. It was sad to think that you were already in your mid twenties and hadn’t found the one, let alone, had to see hundreds of parents having newborns. Wasn’t like you envied them, although you were a tad bit jealous, but still, you were happy for them.

Saying your goodbyes and clocking out, you headed down the stairs rather than the crowded elevator before hitting the lobby, rushing over to catch a taxi as walking a few blocks wasn’t in your agenda at the moment. “Taxi!” You called out, seeing one stop and ready to go in, just before someone else’s hand went to reach for the handle, too. “Oh, uh-”

“No, you can go, I’ll just-”

“No, you can-” Looking up, you smiled, recognizing the face and towering height. “Ben? I didn’t think see you another day would be the same day, but hey…”

Lightly chuckling, Ben shrugged. “At least we didn’t crash, though I’m sure you were about to steal my taxi,” He pointed, making your mouth fall into an 'o’.

“Uh, no, last time I checked…you were stealing mine.” You pointed to yourself, only to see Ben arch an eyebrow.

“How about we just share the cab, I’ll feel guilty if I took it knowing you’d stay behind waiting,” He suggested.

“Are you saying that you wouldn’t give up a cab for a lady?” You asked, causing Ben to nod. “Wow, rude!” Gently snacking his arm, he only laughed, the two of you nearly jumping as the taxi driver honked. “That’s our cue to go in.”

“Yeah,” Quickly opening the door for you, you had slid in, followed by Ben. Telling the driver where to go, you looked over to Ben, waiting for him to say his address. “Oh, no, I’ll just walk home when you get dropped off.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you shook your head. “W-what? No way-”

“It’s fine, it’s fine! I usually don’t take the cab, but since it was convenient, I took it. I don’t mind walking-”

“No, Ben, come on…” You looked at him with your head slightly tilted. “I’ll-I’ll lend you my bike, or-”

Laughing, Ben only shook his head. “I’m fine, though I could’ve gone for a skateboard…”

“Skateboard? What are you, fifteen?” You teased, causing Ben to stick out his tongue. “Scratch that, twelve?”

“Haha, very funny, Y/N. No, I’m actually sixteen, get it right.” He winked, causing your eyebrow to raise as you lied your hand on your chest.

“Whoa-ho, so-rry. Didn’t know you could be so tall at sixteen, but hey, life surprises you in many ways.”

“I’ve been this tall since I was thirteen, actually,” Ben stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

Blinking, your jaw hung loose. “N-no way! That’s a lie, that tall since thirteen? How tall are you anyways?” You curiously asked. If you had to guess, he was probably six feet…easily six feet. He towered you like all the buildings in New York.

“Six-three,” Nearly choking on your own spit, you gulped. Six-three? He did seem as if he were a foot taller than you, or so it felt. “My mom hates it because she only has men in her life, excluding my cousin–and even then, my cousin is tall, too. We’re all tall, ranging from five-seven to six-three…then there’s mom, a whopping five-one,” He chuckled, making you laugh as you couldn’t believe the poor lady was a damn ant to the rest of her family.

“I’m sorry for her, though I kind of feel her pain…my father and older brother are tall, my mother is of a decent height…and then there’s me, I’m pretty short compared to them.” You shrugged as Ben looked over to you and half smiled.

“Yeah, but it’s cute,” He sweetly stated, causing you to casually avert your eyes and look at your far more interesting nails as you tried not to blush–although you clearly did. “Oh god, that sounded creepy, I’m sorry…”

Shooting your head up, you shook your head. “No-no, it’s fine! I’ll take it as-as a compliment,” You nodded with a smile, Ben letting out a small sigh of relief as he felt his own cheeks heat up from embarrassment. How could he have possibly blurted that out. Sure he was suave, but not that suave, especially around someone he had (quote on quote) just met that made his heart flutter. He’d be lying if he said you weren’t making him the slightest of nervous.

“I’m sorry, I really feel like I’m being a creep…” He nervously snickered. “I mean, I’m thirty and you’re probably like twenty or something-”

“Thirty? You don’t look it…” You nearly gasped, only to furrow your eyebrows. “Twenty? Do I really look that young?” Looking back over to you, Ben nodded.

“I could have sworn you were twenty, or at least in your early twenties…” He knitted his eyebrows as you shook your head, fighting a smile.

“Twenty five, but close enough,” You swatted a hand as Ben shrugged the slightest. “Five years isn’t a big difference, so your creepiness is taken as kindness…sorta?”

Arching an eyebrow, Ben tilted his head, “Sorta? So I am being creepy?” Feeling the guilt rush back, Ben only rubbed his face in embarrassment.

Shaking your head and waving your hands, you corrected yourself. “No, no! I mean, I’m saying it’s sort of kind? I-I-”

“We are here,” The taxi driver interrupted, causing you to slouch as you nervously turned away to give the money, only to have Ben stop you.

“What are you-” Seeing him pay, you tried pulling his hand back. “Ben, it’s fine, I can-”

Pushing your hand down, Ben thanked the driver before turning to you. “It’s enough that I nearly ran you over today and almost stole your ride, it’s the least I can do.”

“But I-” Watching him get out of the car, you placed your money back into your wallet, tossing it into your purse as the door next to you opened. “I can pay you back-”

“Don’t think about it,” He pointed a finger as you got out of the cab, shutting the door as you turned to face him. “It’s no big deal.”

“But I-”

“Y/N…” Crossing his arms, you only let out a deep breath.

“I seriously-” Hovering his index finger over your lips, you frowned.

“Like I said, no big deal. Honestly, a few dollars doesn’t bug me, I work y'know,” He shrugged.

“I work, too! I could’ve-” Turning you around by your shoulders, Ben guided you around the cab and to the entrance of the building. “Look, that’s very kind of you, but-”

“The cab is gone, Y/N, you can’t do anything about it.” Shrugging, Ben dug his hands into the pocket of his jacket as you turned around. “Say it’s my treat…of some sort.”

Pouting, you crossed your arms. “I feel terrible.”

“Fine,” Ben sighed as he took his hand out of his pocket in order to push his hair back. “You can pay me back another time, but not in cash…anything but cash. I seriously don’t need it.” He insisted, causing you to narrow your eyebrows.

Nodding your head, your hands fell to your side. “Alright, fair enough. What can it be?”

Tapping his chin, Ben smiled, “I’ll let you know…eventually.”

“What if we don’t see each other again?”

“Oh, I’m sure we will.” Taking a few steps back, as if to walk away, he gave you a wink, “After all, we did see each other again today!”

Letting out a breath, you waved goodbye as Ben had been waving to you before he had turned around and jogged off. Sitting on the seats of the steps, you lied your chin in the palm of your hands, taking in a deep breath as you looked up to the darkening sky.

You promised yourself you wouldn’t fall for somebody else, but the way Ben was making you feel by just being a kind gentleman didn’t help at all. Something about him was so appealing–and it wasn’t just his looks nor his persona–it was something else, something you couldn’t physically hold onto or point out. And it was bothering you–big time.

Entering your loft and being greeted by an eager pup, you knelt down and pet him as you tossed your keys and purse onto the counter of your kitchen, “Hey, Astro,” You smiled, getting a sufficient amount of licks as a representation of the dogs love for you. You wouldn’t lie, at the time, all the love you needed was from your dog. “You’re the only boy I need in my life, right?” Watching the pup tilt his head, you only let out a huff as you stood up, patting your thigh for him to follow you as you went over to add more food to his bowl. “Jeez, you eat so much…”

Microwaving food rather than ordering take out, you plopped yourself onto your couch to watch the endless amounts of shows hogging up your DVR, only to finish your food and knock out there and then. Sure, you loved your job, but man were the hours long–at times, you tend to find yourself falling asleep in places other than your bed.

Running into you wasn’t a coincidence, and he knew that for sure. The feeling that ran through his skin after coming to contact with your own earlier that day only hovered in the back of his mind, it was a feeling he hadn’t felt in so long. Your touch was unique and only you made his body feel such sort of way. Throughout the day, he couldn’t help but subconsciously touch the hand that had held your own.

It was a shame he had known you, yet, you hadn’t know him.Lying back on his bed, an arm crossed behind his head as the other had been holding onto a book, hand shutting it as he placed it on his chest, Ben let out a sigh. This must’ve been Ben’s fifteenth time rereading the romance slash science fiction novel and each time he had, he only grew more anxious. It was a shame he had to read a damn book to relive the moments you two had once shared in another life. 

“Fifteenth time? Really, Ben?” Grunting, he rubbed his face, a sudden wave of images overflowing in his mind.

You were standing in front of him with wide eyes full of surprise, Ben towering in front of you as he searched them. The silence had waved over the two of you, the words 'Because, I love you that much’ echoed in his head before Ben had shot his eyes open. It pained him knowing only he had remembered it all.

He hoped. He had hoped that maybe, just maybe, you had dreamt about it. That maybe they felt like a faint remembrance, a recollection of some sort that had been stowed away in the deepest parts of your brain where they had been hidden for as long as forever.

Putting the leather book onto the nightstand, he quickly shut off the lamp before finding himself lost in the darkness. Why did he have to suffer this way? It was enough that he had lost you then…maybe this was a second chance?

A/N: ALRIGHT! PART ONE OF TRUE ROMANCE IS UP AND I’M SO HAPPY! It’s gonna be so cute and not as heart breaking and angsty as Soul Mate was…can’t wait to update more! Feedback is always welcomed! xo