not exactly how i wanted to spend my saturday

Twenty-One: Part Twelve

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“I got scared!” I moan after repeating and confirming what’s just happened four times to Florrie.

“You got scared?”

“I got scared and I panicked, yes.”

“You got scared because Alfie fucking Solomons, notorious gangster of Camden Town, shouted at someone who works for him?” she’s sat opposite me at my desk hands clasped around a teacup. “What did you expect he’d do, give the lad a biscuit, pat him on the head and tell him everything’s alright? That’s not how it works!”

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take what's yours ; chris evans

“well, certainly, i don’t care if she’s joking or doing it for promotion for the movie; we’re in a relationship and you have to shut down the rumors.” you angrily argue with your boyfriend.

having a debate isn’t exactly how you wanted to spend your free saturday night with your boyfriend, but things happen.

“can you stop being so insecure about our relationship. i’m your boyfriend and you’re my girlfriend, why does it matter what others think.” your boyfriend, chris, argues back.

“i’m insecure about our relationship?” you laugh, “christopher, you hid our relationship for nine months, if anyone one doesn’t want to be in this relationship, it’s you.”

“what, you think i’m embarrassed of you or something?” chris scoffs.

“honey, you’re embarrassed of me, just say it. admit you’d rather be in a relationship with jenny right now.” you smugly state.

“stop bringing her up, oh my god! it’s like you’re jealous of her or something.” chris rolls his eyes.

“why, should i be. this whole argument is because she can’t keep her mouth shut.” you yell, “you know what chris, take what’s yours and leave, go stay with jenny.” you walk away, wanting chris out of the shared house.

“okay.” you hear chris say as he walks closer to you.

feeling hands around your stomach, you’re lifted off your feet and balancing on chris’ shoulder.

“put me down! chris, i swear,” you laugh, “what are you doing.”

“you said take what’s mine and leave. i’m taking what’s mine and leaving.” chris walks out the front door, shoeless and everything.

“chris, oh my god, don’t drop me.” you cry out.

“tell me you love me.” chris demands. “we aren’t going back in until you say it.”

“no, you tell me.”

“i love you, baby.” you can hear him smiling just by the way he said it.

“okay, okay, i love you, now go in before it starts raining.” chris runs back into the house and lays you on the couch.

“promise to never ever let our fights get this bad. it’s me and you, babe, until the end.” chris whispers as he gets in the spooning position.

“i promise.”

Originally posted by mackievanstan

.Werewolf Michael AU

.Bonus Part

.Michael x OC

*Smut Warning

.Aven P.O.V


You had decided, after the first time you went into heat, that it was the worst possible thing about being a werewolf.

As soon as you felt that intense heat pool in between your legs towards the end of each month, you knew every minute was going to be uncomfortably unbearable until you got to Michael.

You were still working your job in retail but you had worked really hard with Michael trying to find him a job, anything to just get him started and thankfully, a tree surgery company took him on last month.

Michael wasn’t exactly thrilled at the idea but you had told him it was easier to get a job once he was in a job. The best thing about it was the company had offered to give Michael a weekend training course to give him more qualifications. Of course you had urged him to go for it but by the afternoon on the Friday that he’d left, you went into heat and that sent you into immediate panic.

When it got to six o’clock you couldn’t wait any longer, surely Michael would have finished for the day by now.

You dialled his number and he picked up on the second ring.

“Good evening Beautiful.”

He sounded absolutely exhausted and you were angry at yourself for calling about such an inconvenient thing.

“Mikey, I’m so sorry but I’ve gone into heat.”

You panted down the phone and there was a brief moment of static silence before you heard your mate groan in disbelief.

“Aven… er… Oh, Fucking hell.”

He growled down the phone and you whined in response, the wolf side of you desperate for your mate’s attention.  Michael wasn’t going to be home until mid-day on Monday and you weren’t sure how much of this you could take, the longer you went without your mate, the more aroused you became.

“Can I make it to Monday?”

You asked quietly but Michael sighed heavily in response.

“…You’re going to have to Beautiful, you’re not working this weekend are you?”


You whined back, dreading the thought of aching like this for a whole weekend; you had never had to wait more than a few hours before.

“Just go and have a cold shower Aven, it will make you feel a little better I promise.”

You whined quietly but nodded your head.

“Okay… I love you Mikey, I’ll call later.”

You managed weakly before ending the call. You could feel your body itch with aching frustration but did as Michael suggested and headed for a cold shower.


By the time Monday rolled around you were just a hot grouchy, whining mess, lying flat out on top of your duvet with your clothes tossed long forgotten on the floor. You were burning and desperate and you hadn’t slept a wink last night; you couldn’t, not in the sweaty state you were in.

You had no idea what to do with yourself and you had lost a lot of your human thoughts, you felt like an animal and you could barely keep your mind straight you were that worked up, pinning for your mate’s attention.

When you eventual heard the fait ‘tick’ of the lock releasing on your front door you sat up, suddenly very aware that someone was here.

An audible groan resounded from the kitchen as something smacked onto the floor moments before a male with messy red hair rounded the corner into your room. He smelt strongly of sap cover leaves and splintered wood; a smell that you didn’t recognise at all. You half whined half growled in warning as you shuffled back, trying to put some distance between yourself and this man who insisted on prowling closer.

“It’s alright Beautiful, it’s me. I’m back now.”

His low, husky voice purred and it seemed to flick a switch of recognition in your head. Still, you instinctively backed away as he climbed on to the bed and crawled towards you, making you feel even more uncomfortable and upset.

“It’s Michael, Aven… Come here.”

His voice was gentle as he pushed himself over you, but the closer he got the stronger the horrible sappy wood smell became.

“Get off me!”

You snarled as you shoved him back but your actions were weak.

The male snarled in frustration but backed off and stormed out of the room.

Moments later you heard the faint sound of a jet running and within ten minutes he was back, his flaming red hair damp and wild and he was dressed in a fresh set of clothes. You snarled weakly as he clambered back over to you but he smelt different this time; much more familiar and the forest smell was almost gone.

“It’s me Aven… Don’t push me away, you need me and I need you.”

He whined as he nuzzled and licked against your throat and you couldn’t fight it anymore.

“I want my mate.”

You almost sobbed and Michael pulled back to look at you square on.

“Look at me.”

Michael growled and it took you a minute to properly focus on his face.

“I could smell you out on the staircase… I’m so sorry I was gone for so long, you wouldn’t be this bad if I had gotten here sooner.”

Michael nuzzled his nose lovingly against yours and you sighed as he lay a hand on your waist.


You eventually panted and your mate groaned heavily in appreciation.

“Good girl, come on… I know what you need.”

He gave you a short kiss before scrambling off the bed and stripping out of his clothes. You whined and you crawled after him but turned around once you reached the edge of the bed, poised on your hands and knees facing the wall, more than ready for him to pull you back onto his hard shaft and give you want you wanted.

You weren’t waiting long.

Michael groaned as he grabbed you by the hips and roughly pushed into you with a grunt. A relief filled gasp fell from your lips as your mate clamped his fingers over your skin and rutted into you at a quick, smooth pace.

You scrunched your hands into the sheets in an effort to try and keep yourself in place as Michael’s rough thrusts insisted on pushing you forward.

Every noise that fell from your mate’s mouth was just heaven to your ears and you wished you were closer.


His name was all you could manage to moan and you could almost hear the smirk in his voice as he panted.

Shortly, Michael loosened his grip on your hips in favour of trailing on hand around to your stomach and the other over your back. You felt him gather up as much as your long hair as he could before gently tugging it back, signalling for you to push up into a kneeling position and lean fully back against his chest. You whined as you felt his strong hand supporting your stomach whilst his other took a hold on your throat, holding you close as he sunk his teeth into the back of your shoulder, never slowing his persistent pace.

You could only lean back and pant and whine in pleasure as you let your mate handle your body for you. You covered his hand on your chest with your own as you began to feel a warmth in the pit of your abdomen build.

Michael knew you were close because you couldn’t keep yourself from clenching around his slick cock and he encouraged you right in your ear.

“Come on Beautiful, you’ve done so well… Just let go.”

You whined as you edged closer and closer. You shuffled uncomfortably but turned your face sideways towards your mates and gasped in relief as you came undone. Michael nuzzled proudly against your nose and it wasn’t long after when Michael gave you exactly what your body needed and released inside you with a hard thrust and a pleasured groan.

For the first time in three days you finally felt your body begin to relax and cool down, no longer on the edge of need and you felt yourself return back to your right mind. You were very aware of who the male behind you was and you tentatively turned in his arms to greet him with a breathless kiss.

“Mikey, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me, it was like a didn’t recognise you.”

Michael shook his head before peppering your face with kisses.

“It’s not your fault Beautiful. It’s because you had to wait so long… We need to look at your patterns closer and make a note of them. That way I will never be away when you need me again.”

You blushed lightly as you nuzzled against each other, purring with complete satisfaction.

“Shall we go and wash up?”

Michael suggested and you could think of nothing better.


Michael was super excited on the day he came home with his third pay packet.

When Michael started to work you had explained to him the importance about building up and saving money, and not to go and blow it all as soon as it landed in your bank account.

You explained how to budget and how to cover unexpected costs and Michael took it all on board. The first thing he did after your talk was to write down how much he earnt a month and how much he should save. You had watched him scribble down numbers with a fond smile and before long he came to the conclusion that he would have enough to make a decent purchase on his third pay day.

He threw his bag down in the hall way, bounded into the living room where you were sat watching T.V and dived into your lap.

“Mikey! What’s happened?”

You asked, slightly taken aback but cuddling up to him anyway.

“I’ve been paid! I’ve been waiting for this ever since I’ve started and I know what I want!”

You giggled at his enthusiasm as he pecked your cheek.

“You don’t have to spend it right away Mikey.”

He grinned and shook his head, his eyes shining with excitement at he looked solely into your own.

“I know what I want.”

You blushed under his stare and he began to purr as he nuzzled warmly against you, his tone suddenly becoming rather serious.

“I want to take you out tomorrow for dinner.”

You felt your chest tighten in bashfulness.

“I don’t want you to spend your hard earned wages on me.”

Michael just laughed and shook his head.

“You told me to budget and I have. I know exactly just how much I have to spend and some of that money involves taking my beautiful mate out for dinner at a decent restaurant, so you had better find your best dress out.”

He shot you a wink and licked your lips before climbing off you and sauntering off to take a shower.


Saturday night dawned on you before you knew it and you were currently sat in front of your mirror, adding the finishing touches to your hair that you had just finished curling. You didn’t normally apply much make up but you allowed yourself a natural touch up before stepping into a sparkling but discreet silver skater dress.

After giving yourself a final check in the mirror you slipped into a pair of flat black ballet shoes and grabbed your black clutch off the bed before making your way into the living room to wait for Michael.

When he appeared about five minutes later, clad in his black skinny jeans, black laced boots, band tee and denim jacket, you couldn’t keep the blush off your cheeks; he was so handsome.

“Aven, you look absolutely beautiful.”

His tone was awe filled and you got to your feet, shyly walking over to his side and cuddling up to his warm torso.

“Are you ready to go?”

He asked, almost sounding nervous but you nodded enthusiastically as you laced your fingers together.

“Absolutely. I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

You leaned up to gently peck his cheek and he smiled proudly as he lead the way out of your flat and into town.

Making good time on your walk into town, you were seated and had your dinner before you all within under half an hour.

You had never been to ‘Frankie’s’ before but your spaghetti bolognaise was the best you had tasted anywhere, apart from your mother’s, and Michael couldn’t stop complimenting his pizza.

Michael never once took his eyes off you and kept his legs placed on the outside of yours so he could occasionally knock and brush up against your bare skin.

Your mate insisted on ordering the biggest ice cream sundae on menu to share afterwards and when you saw the size of it when it came, you were grateful of Michael’s massive appetite.

You managed to eat about a tenth of the glass before placing your spoon down in defeat.

“I can’t eat any more Mikey, I’m so full.”

“Aw, come on Ave, I’ve saved you all the brownie pieces, look.”

You rolled your eyes and forced down a few more bites before holding your hands up.

“That’s it.”

Michael grinned as he licked the ice cream off his spoon in playful seductiveness and you blushed.

Once you were finished Michael paid the waitress, even after you’d insisted again that you would pay, took your hand warmly in his before heading back out into the night.

“You know the night is still young, do you want to go to a club?”

Michael asked but you sighed as you leaned up next to his side. You felt like a lead weight with all the food you had just ate and you didn’t think clubbing was a good idea.

“Not tonight Mikey, I’ll end up being sick I think.”

Michael chuckled as he kissed the top of your head and pulled you closer at the waist; he didn’t say anything as you walked back home.

Once you’d reached the car park, you felt Michael stop and hesitate. You immediately turned to look up at him but before you could ask what was wrong, he placed his hands on your hips and ushered you back, shortly coming into contact with the side of your car.

“What’s wrong Mikey?”

You asked, suddenly feeling rather concerned, but your mate just nuzzled against you with a quiet groan.

You ran your hands over his shoulders and up into his hair, causing him to whine weakly as he kissed your lips.

“Tell me…”

You whispered softly against his lips and Michael took a deep, steady breath before looking down into your eyes and asking.
“Will you marry me?”

It was your turn to hesitate before blinking in confusion. Marry him? Werewolves didn’t get married they just mated, at least that was what Michael had told you. After your confused moment had passed, you felt yourself blush as your heart fluttered in happiness.

“You told me werewolves don’t get married.”

You whispered with a smile as you nuzzled up against your mate while continuing to scratch your fingers into his hair.

“They don’t… But you’ve lived your life as a human and I’ve seen you watch those shows on television. You’ve mentioned before about weddings so surely when you were little, you dreamed of having a wedding too. I know normal werewolves don’t get married but we’re not exactly a ‘normal’ pack are we? I may not understand it all but if it will make you happy, I want to make it happen.”

It was true. You had always dreamed of your wedding day and what sort of dress you would wear. You had joked in the past and discussed in detail with your mother about what you would want for your big day, but since meeting Michael the thought had never crossed your mind.

Marriage didn’t matter as long as you were always with him, but since he had asked…

“Yes Mikey, I would love to marry you.”

You enthused with an excitable grin and Michael smiled handsomely at you before sealing your lips in a passionate, sensual kiss.

The feeling of Michael’s fingertips on your neck and jaw made you moan quietly and your mate chuckled as he pulled back to lick your bottom lip.

“…What is it that I call you now? When two people are getting married?”

You grinned again as you cuddled up close.

“So, we’re engaged and now, that makes me your fiancée...”

You explained, but quickly added.

“But I am first and foremost your mate.”

Michael smirked as he lowered his lips to your ear and accused in a low growl.

“You only prefer that because it sounds more possessive.”

You could only nod in response; he had hit the nail on the head.

Michael groaned as he ran a heated lick up your neck before nuzzling into the edge of your jaw.

“Shall we go for a run? I need to shake all this excitement off and I don’t think it would be fair to wear you out in the bedroom.”

You flushed as you nudged against your mate and pushed him back.

“You can go for a run but I don’t want to change, I can just ride you.”

Michael’s smirk twisted smugly as he pushed you back against the car.

“Oh baby, you can ride me all night long.”

“That is not what I meant!”

You tried to stifle your laugh as you wiggled away from him.

“Hurry up and change otherwise you can forget it.”

Michael glanced around to make sure no one was around as you placed your clutch bag behind your back tire for safe keeping and when you stood back up, you were greeted with a warm, furry nuzzling hug from your wolf.

You wrapped your arms around his head and pulled him close, causing him to groan.

After a few moments he crouched to the floor and you slipped around to climb onto his back, only standing straight when he was sure you were settled.

“Are you comfortable, Beautiful?”

You shuffled up a little closer to his shoulders as you ran your hands through his coarse fur.

“Yeah, I’m ready whenever you are Mikey.”

You grinned as your wolf broke into a steady jog before shifting into a flat out run, making quick work of getting through the town and into the forest and once you were in the trees, it was like you were in a different world; one where only you and your mate belonged.

Michael ploughed through the familiar path that he often traced when you were together but tonight, he took a slightly different route.

Slowing down to a prowl he pushed his ways through the tight trees before dropping down a small hill. Once he was at the bottom he rounded back on himself and you came face to face with a large den. You stilled in surprise as your eyes took in the blankets and pillows that were already tucked into the corner.

Michael groaned as he lowered his body to the floor and let you slide off.

“What’s all this?”

You asked with a smile as you stepped off the dry dirt and onto the soft blanket that was laid out on the floor.

“For you, if you still want to spend a night in a den with your wolf.”

Michael’s voice floated anxiously through your mind, you turned to see him standing a few yards away from the entrance, his head and ears low as he looked at you.

“Come here Mikey.”

You pleaded softly as you sat down towards the back, leaving more than enough space for your large wolf to step in before you. You reached up and ran your fingers into his fur down his neck, pulling your mate closer into a hug as he groaned in content.

“I do.”

You smiled and whispered against his muzzle.

Michael licked across your cheek before shuffling around to lay on his side, his back facing the outside of the den and his front facing you. You carefully lay down as well, curling up into the warmth of his body and sighing in happiness as he lay his head to your side so you were surrounded almost entirely by him.

“Are you sure we’ll be safe? I won’t be able to hear when we’re asleep”

Michael nodded his head slightly as he grumbled.

“Yeah, I scouted the area out early and I’m one hundred percent sure we’ll be okay. Anyone trying to come between a wolf and his mate must have a death wish; I won’t let anything hurt you.”

He gave you a warm lick again and you blushed as you cuddled further into his warmth.

Even though the position you were in now wasn’t exactly what you had imagined when you had painted the wolf mural in Kerry’s café, it was so much better than you had imagined.

As you lay in warmth, brushing your knuckles soothingly against the soft fur before you and gazing into Michael’s lush green eyes, you felt complete.

“Thank you, for saving me…”


You simultaneously brushed against each other as your mate purred in loving affection. You closed your eyes as you felt your mate shift begin to shift. You shuffled backwards a little to give him some room but once he was back in his human body he crawled on top of you, sealing your lips in a hungry kiss.

Your tongues fought for dominance but in the end, Michael won and celebrated with a triumphant nip to your lower lip.

“I love you, Aven.”

Michael growled proudly as he caressed your cheek, and you closed your eyes as leaned into his touch.

Your mate removed his jacket and placed it comfortably over your shoulder before laying down next to you. You snuggled happily against his chest and when you looked up to see his smug, adorable grin you melted.

“I love you too, Mikey.”

His eyes sparkled at your confession as he reached around for one of the blankets to throw over your bodies.

After a while you removed your hearing aids and placed them in the safety of Michael’s jacket pocket, going deaf to the world and feeling just slightly more alone without any background noise.

“…Don’t be afraid.”

Michael purred as he spoke to your mind, catching you by surprise. Michael talking to your mind without your hearing aids in was something that you had never tried before.

His breath was calming and his licks soothing as he comforted you and your smile was wide as you realised that you weren’t really alone at all.

“I’ll always keep you safe…”


Of Paperwork and Stairs

Title: Of Paperwork and Stairs
Author: Floating Khoshek Floats
Rating: K+
Imagine: it’s a conglomeration of like three or four so…
Notes: Reid is trapped in a stairwell with first person reader…on Valentine’s Day. (Triggers: reference to attempted abduction).

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Dean X Reader (father/daughter): featuring Sam

Request: Can u do a fic where your Deans daughter and Sam comes an picks you up for an emergency hunt an doesn’t tell Dean. So when Dean gets home and notices tht you are missing he start to freak out think the demons have taken you like Lisa and Ben. So when Sam takes you back home Dean is so worried and creaking out and angry beyond belief.

Request: Can you do a fic where the reader is deans 16 year old daughter and they are fighting and rhe reader gets mad and goes out of the bunker and dean goes after her and the reader cries and they hug so they have a happy ending? THANKS IM IN LOVE WITH YOUR BLOG💚💚💚💚

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Summer Beach Read (Part Twelve - The End)

This stupid, ridiculous, damnable Garden Party

Raven crossed her arms and stood under a small gazebo as her eyes darted through the crowd for any person who might not be a terrible conversation partner. She could see some celebrity socialites - no. There were mid-thirties yuppies - double no. A few professional athletes - what in the world would they talk about? And then there was just the normal, middle-age crowd of rich philanthropists who only donated money to come out to see the Titans and ogle them - Raven would rather let her demon run free than deal with that nonsense

She paused as her eyes slid over the unmistakable clover-green skin, and a small smile graced her lips as she watched him from her secluded spot.

Raven thought he cleaned up surprisingly well for a person who transformed into a multitude of animals, including a pig. He looked tall in his black suit and deep blue button down. In fact (if no one was listening to her thoughts), Raven might say he looked… almost sexy. His hair was still a bit of a mess, chunks of it falling into his bright-green eyes, and his face still had that mischievous, boyish grin, but it only added to the overall appeal.

Raven blushed at that thought and quickly pushed it from her mind. Did she find him appealing? Certainly attractive, and equally arousing, but appealing…?

Well, maybe. It was hard to say at this point anyway. 

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