Summary: Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.
Word Count: 1,415
Warnings: Swearing, angst
Once you had retreated to the bathroom, Steve heaved a large sigh, sinking into the cushions of the leather couch, covering his face with his hand and squeezing his eyes shut tight. How the hell did this happen? He had thought things were going well. He thought you and Bucky were finally on the same page. At least that’s how it seemed. You seemed so happy in the previous weeks, and now, it was like you were right back at the beginning.
Steve knew that he said he would call Bucky, but he didn’t know if he would even be able to contain his anger. There was a huge part of him that wanted to fly to wherever Bucky was and beat the living shit out of him. Steve didn’t like bullies, even if they happened to also be his friends. He wouldn’t tolerate this. He wouldn’t let Bucky just abandon you. He couldn’t. And if he couldn’t knock some sense into Bucky, well, then he would figure out where to go from there.
I got this prompt from a post by @otpprompts: “Person A sees Person B in the waiting room of an airport
and tries to get in touch with them without actually talking, eventually
managing to slip a paper with their number in the book Person B was
reading. How all of this happens is up to you. Bonus if Person C is the one helping Person A.“
A/N: When you think you write too much for Jason but then remember that’s not possible. (Fem Reader)
Jason was sitting, bored as all hell, in the seats outside his gate. Roy sat next to him hat pulled over his face, trying to get a few minutes shut eye. Jason sighed leaning into the back of his seat, just people watching.
He was unamused by anyone until a [h/c] haired girl with the most stunning [e/c] eyes sat in an open chair across from where he was. You had a set of headphones in, completely oblivious to anyone and everyone around you. Observing as you would gaze at the gate and check your watch.
Jason found you absolutely stunning. Every move you made entranced him. Even more amazing when he saw you pull out a book he found to be one of his favorites. Watching as you turn each page eagerly, looking forward to how the plot continues onto the next page.
He just wanted to get up, sit in the seat next to you, and strike up a conversation. But for some reason he just… couldn’t.
So, he just continued to watch.
“Dude you look like a stalker.. Or a crazy boyfriend. One of the two” Roy interrupted Jason’s staring. He shot the archer a glare. “I don’t look like a stalker”
“Kind of do the way you’re staring at the poor girl.” Roy whispered. Making Jason roll his eyes before they landed on the stranger again. “Just go talk to her”
“I.. I just… I don’t know” Jason crossed his arms shrugging. Looking at Roy he saw he had a shit eating smirk, “You’re scared to talk to her” he teased.
“What? No! I’m not scared to talk to her. I just… don’t want to interrupt her book” Jason glanced over looking for an excuse.
“Yeah, whatever you say Jaybird. Then I guess you won’t mind if I went over there and talked to her, maybe asked her out got her number” Roy’s smirk widened as Jason sent another glare. “Fuck you Harper”
“Ah, there it is. The truth comes out. Jason’s nervous to talk to a girl.” Roy shook him by the shoulders, leading Jason to hit his hands away. The movements catching your eye, chuckling upon seeing the exchange before looking down at the page once more.
“She just looked at us by the way” Roy commented, making Jason’s eyes widen and look at you once more. “Just go over there already, aren’t you the one who girls swoon over?”
“Shut up” Jason shook his head, running a hand through his hair. Messing up the white streak. “Well what if you got her to talk to you, pace around her, maybe drop something to catch her attention?” Roy offered up some suggestions.
“Why do I feel like I’m in middle school with a crush? I’m a grown man I should just walk over there” Jason pinched his nose as if he were getting a headache.
But he eventually did what Roy said, just trying to get your attention. Tried to drop something by you, and ‘accidentally’ bumped your seat. However, you were to entranced in your book and deafened by your music to notice.
That was until they heard your phone begin to ring, watching as you picked it up from the space at your side. Pulling out your headphones and setting your book on the open space next to you.
“Hey Mom” Jason heard you speak for the first time and was even more attracted to you. “No, I’m just sitting at my gate. There’s still some time before boarding.” you continued to talk on the phone.
“Now’s your chance, slip your number in her book. She’s facing away from it.” Roy was indeed right, you had your attention turned to a window opposite the direction of your book.
Jason nodded, scribbling down his number on a piece of paper with a small note. Carefully he strode over, staying out of your vision. Sticking the paper on the page your bookmark was and backtracked to his seat.
Leaning against the armrest, waiting for you to find it. As you continued to talk he ended up pulling out a book of his own, phone stuffed in the pocket of his leather jacket.
“Alright Mom. Yes I’ll be careful. I love you too. Bye.” Hanging up the phone with your ever worrying mother. You grew up in Gotham, of course you can handle yourself elsewhere. Chuckling you picked up your book, opening it to the marked page.
Though when opening the book a small folded sheet of paper fell into your lap. Confused, you unfolded it reading the contents.
‘Hey, so I’ve been trying to get your attention but it seems you like that book about as much as I did when I first read it. I’m across from you if you’re up for a date some time.
You looked up from the note to see two men. One with red hair that was scrolling through his phone and the other with black hair and a white streak through it. Both were rather attractive but the one with the black hair was just gorgeous in your eyes.
Hoping for the best you typed in the number and sent a message.
Jason felt the phone buzz in his pocket and dug it out. Clicking the screen it lit up to reveal a message from an unknown number. Not noticing the smile grow on your face as you watched the screen.
“That’s one way to give a girl your number. But a name might be nice to know first deary.. -_^”
Jason looked up at you with a dumbfounded look, you covered your mouth giggling before removing it and waving at him. He grinned before beginning to tap the screen.
“Jason Todd. Your turn doll”
Chuckling at the nickname you answered quicky.
Looking up you saw his buddy looking over his shoulder before he smirked and stole the phone, swiftly typing on the screen.
Reading the message you let out an audible laugh, muffling it with your hand.
“About time he got to talking to you. But how about instead of this texting shit, you sit with us on the flight. Get to know Jaybird audibly.”
After you stopped laughing you responded.
“It’d be my pleasure. I’d love to talk to ‘Jaybird’”
Jason visibly blushed at the use of his nickname Roy had for him, even if it was only through text.
Though one thing he was looking forward to was hearing you talk to him with the same smile you had been talking on the phone with earlier. Little did he know about how this would be the start to something he’d forever treasure.
Requested by anon:
could you do a Reader x Sherlock where she finds out she’s expecting and Sherlock has no idea how to react for awhile? Thank you :-) Also, another anon requested for a fluffy one with Sherlock so…
Summary: (Y/N) is acting strange, and Sherlock notices. She ends up confessing the truth and… He struggles to find the words.
Pairing: Sherlock x reader
Warnings: Bit of angst (not really) because of Sherlock’s reaction. Also, fluffy.
Word count: 2,807
A/N: My Sherlock feels are rising like the fenix rises from the ashes, THANKS! This is fluffy and cheesy and I love it, hope you do too. Remember feedback is highly appreciated.
never been quieter. Not a single criminal dared to show up in the past week –
or at least not one Sherlock cared about.
fiddle in hand and a melody on his head, Sherlock played for hours and hours
throughout the morning. His feet with move along the music as he followed his
girlfriend around the flat, making sure to keep his eyes on her at every
(Y/N) was tiding
it up a little since neither Sherlock nor John would do it.
you don’t have to do that.” Sherlock spoke as he waltzed his way closer to her.
“I know, I
just… Need to kill time, I guess.” Sherlock tilted his head.
She shook her head.
just bored.” Sherlock smiled warmly at her.
“I knew I
wasn’t the only one getting bored here.” He said.
You?” (Y/N) let out a fake laugh, “As far as I can tell you’re having a blast
with your instrument.”
didn’t reply with words but rather changing the tune to a faster one.
She hissed jokingly and moved to his room, where she picked up the dirty clothes
and dusted the furniture.
couldn’t help but to notice something strange in her. He couldn’t quite put his
finger on it because it was such a slight change in her – and a good kind of
change – that deducing it would take him hours. And that’s why he was following
She was resplendent
yet she looked tired. “Why are you tired?”
looked up at him; she had been dragged out of her thoughts. “Sorry?”
you tired?” Sherlock repeated, “Last night we did… We did sleep late but we
all this cleaning.” (Y/N) suggested.
followed me on cases that could get anyone tired after five minutes without
even flinching, it’s not the cleaning.” Sherlock observed. He stopped playing
and stood still, following her every move.
getting old.” Sherlock lifted an eyebrow.
He stated, “If you were getting old I would be too and I’m feeling great.”
“We are getting old.” She emphasized, “With
each second that passes.”
sighed heavily and continued to play. (Y/N) excused herself and left to the
bathroom. It was the fifth time she went and it wasn’t even close to mid-day.
stopped playing once again and walked back to the living room where John was sitting
and reading a newspaper.
something off about her.” Sherlock whispered without even looking at his friend
but rather keeping his ice blue eyes glued to the bathroom door.
knew exactly what was going on, shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and changed
the page. He had been pretending to read the whole morning, for he knew it
would be impossible for him not to react.
read this newspaper three times already.” Sherlock observed.
“I like to
re-read… Make sure everything sticks to my mind.” John replied.
a method that works for common minds.” John couldn’t help but to roll his eyes,
“But honestly, John, can’t you see? There’s something off about her.”
girlfriend, Sherlock, not mine.” John beamed.
friend, and you’re a doctor.” John sighed and scratched the corner of his eyes.
you tell?” John inquired, “Did you check her body temperature? Her blood
fine!” John assured. Sherlock, of course, didn’t buy it and waited patiently
for her to get out.
Past the Clouds, We’ll Find the Stars [CS FF Oneshot]
This was supposed to be a little oneshot that was sparked from my headcanon about CS adopting. It took on a life of its own and…well, here it is. Thank you to @peggyyswan for being my ride or die, for always flailing with me and for reading this via photos of my laptop screen as I went along. I’ll post it on FFnet soon.
CS + Adoption and more: A dash of angst, a sprinkling of humor & a whole lotta fluff.
Title: Past the Clouds, We’ll Find the Stars Rating: T Words: 8.6K
“So…what do you think about adopting?”
It wasn’t a question Killian had been prepared for. Not at 11pm on a Monday night as they cuddled in bed watching Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives. It struck him as more of an over-dinner conversation, or one inspired by watching TV shows involving infants, as opposed to run-down shacks serving questionable-looking yet apparently delicious meals.
He shifted to find his wife’s eyes, but she kept them fixed on the television screen, and his brow creased as he considered her. She was snuggled into his side, hand tracing idle patterns through his chest hair, cheeks aglow and hair tousled from their recent tumble between the sheets. But he had a feeling that the color on her cheeks had more to do with her question than their earlier pleasurable activities.
“Are you referring to a puppy or a child, darling?”
((A/N: So I had to edit some of the request a bit to make it work and not be a two-parter, I hope Anon doesn’t mind too much. But mutant reader is always a fun one, so I don’t mind. It’s also my first go as writing for Logan, so be gentle!
Can I get a Logan x (mutant)Reader, where the reader thinks that Logan hates her since he’s always so rude and gruff and yells at her during missions, so she keeps her distance from him, eventually deciding to leave the X-men. And then when Logan realizes that she left, and why she left, he goes to get her and bring her back home? Lots of angst, then ending in fluff? Fighting and love confessions? Could you make it work? Or is it too much?? Sorry to be a bother!
Pairing: Logan x mutant!Reader
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings: Language, clearly. ))
“Really? You thought just shootin’ shit with electricity was the solution here?” Wolverine’s voice had risen to an unreasonable decibel level as he got closer, claws withdrawn but still clearly defensive.
Your eyes narrowed, fists clenched, “It was the only option! Iceman was out of the way and Shadowcat was already intangible, no one would get hurt!” Your own voice had risen to match his, stepping closer and closing the little gap that was left.
I adore your work! It's amazing. If you're still taking requests, could you do something where Betty gets a little tipsy and accidentally admits she likes juggie?? Is that dumb??? Lol
These ones are so fun to write! Thanks so much!
Okay, this wasn’t so bad. She kind of liked this.
Looking into Veronica’s expectant eyes, Betty smiled reaching for the brown, bubbly alcohol.
“Oh hell yeah! Betty Cooper slaying your dragons, one by one!”
The cold foamy liquid slid down her throat instantly warming her body from the inside out.
It didn’t taste bad, but it was not what she expected beer to taste like at all, it was a little too ..sour?
This wasn’t something Betty did on the regular, going out to wild parties and drinking with her best friends, but today had been a really rough day.
She needed this.
Closing her eyes and leaning against the counter of the blossoms kitchen, she could remember exactly what had put her in this mood .
Ginger Lopez and jughead jones.
That girl had been all over the mysterious moody boy and he just… let it happen. He didn’t try and stop her, he didn’t shove her away when she placed her hands all over his biceps, he didn’t even yell at her when she stole one of his fries at lunch, And in jugheads world? she assumed that was the closest he came to flirting.
So yeah she was frustrated, couldn’t he see how completely head over heels she was for him? She thought she was being obvious, always asking him to pops, running her hands through her hair, she even bought chocolate scented lip gloss, it was his favorite smell after all. But no. nothing. Instead he was gonna end up falling for ginger Lopez and all her fake lipped, leopard wearing glory.
She didn’t have anything against the highlighted brunette, sure she had filed a petition to get her kicked out of seventh grade for wearing a real fur coat, but that was for the animals, not for her. None the less the girl didn’t bother her.
But now.. Betty couldn’t stand to look at her.
She always met Jughead after school to walk home, unfortunately for her she caught him leaning against the bike racks talking to none other than the girl in question. She was batting her false lashes at him and practically devouring him with her eyes. The worst part of it all? He was smiling back at her. Needless to say, Betty turned right around, and made the walk home on her own today.
Pulling her phone out she noticed the four missed texts from Jughead
JUGGIE: where are you? Burgers at pops? My treat.
JUGGIE: missed you after school, did you have to stay after? Meet up later?
JUGGIE: Ron said you were going to the blossoms tonight, safe idea? Not really your scene.
Slamming her phone shut, she reached for another beer, having already downed two she could definitely feel the effect.
So Jughead didn’t want her? Fine. She was gonna have fun tonight, ginger could have him for all she cared.
Suddenly Kevin was by her side, handing her a bubbly pink wine cooler.
She grabbed it quickly taking a sip.
Oh that was good. Finishing it in less than a minute she reached for his, before he pulled it away
“Down girl, the night is young! Let’s dance!”
Forty minutes later , four more wine coolers and one steamy dance with Veronica, Betty was feeling more than a little wobbly.
As she made her way to the side of the room, she felt a hand grip her wrist, steadying her.
Whipping around she came nose to nose with jughead jones.
“Oh great, just the person I didn’t want to see.” She groaned.
Hurt flashed in his eyes for a quick second before it was replaced by anger, tugging her along he shouted over the music
“Come on we’re leaving.”
Ripping her wrist free , she shot him a glare
“I’m not going anywhere! I’m having fun.” She smiled doing a twirl.
“Fine have it your way.” Suddenly she was up and over jugheads shoulder, his hand on the back of her thighs holding her skirt down.
“WHAT?! PUT ME DOWN! FORSYTHE JONES! PUT ME DOWN!”
Finally she felt the cool breeze hit her face, and her feet touched the ground.
“Don’t make this difficult, we’re going home. Arch is driving Ronnie, but I figured we’d walk, you could use the air, maybe it’ll sober you up.” He looked dissapointed.
“Hey! You don’t get to look at me like that, you’re just a silly boy, a stupid silly boy.” She slurred
He shook his head, the confusion evident in his eyes
“Drunk words are sober thoughts and all that, so why don’t you tell me why you’re so upset that you had to go get drunk?”
She narrowed her eyes, wobbling a little in the pavement
“Like you don’t know, why are you even here juggie. I assumed you’d be cuddling your girlfriend right now.”
His eyes widened comically
“ my girlfriend?”
“Oh ginger, I love how your delicious lips taste just like plastic, oh that’s right they are plastic! Let me cuddly you in your rabbit coat. She’s an animal killer, did you know that juggie? I love animals, I would never wear one But you like her instead of me.” She pouted ,as he went to catch her before she fell
“Woah what are you even talking about? Ginger Lopez? You think I like ginger Lopez? Maybe you’re more drunk than I thought.” He gripped her by the shoulders
“Yes I am drunk. Yes I am very drunk. Am I lying? No. every one can see it Jughead, it’s fine I’ll just stare it you from afar like I’ve been doing for five months, you don’t even notice, you don’t even notice me.” She was crying now and every piece of jugheads heart broke, he grabbed her face, Hiding his wince at the alcohol on her breath
“I notice you bets, I notice everything about you.”
She leaned into his palm
“If you noticed you would have known, I was in love with you.”
His heart leapt out of his chest.
“Drunk words , sober thoughts and all that” she giggled.
He smiled softly
He loved her more than anything but he was not about to have this conversation, with the very tipsy blonde in front of him
“I love you too Betty, and we will discuss this further in the morning, when you’re head is throbbing and you want to bury your self in your bed forever. And that is your punishment.”
Many days had passed and Harry was sitting into Sirius’ room, along with Ron and Hermione. He hated being into the Blacks house, especially because he felt so guilty about facing Sirius everyday and not telling him the secret he knew about him. It put so much pressure on him that he did everything to avoid his godfather during the Christmas holidays, which made him sad and anxious. He needed his presence more than anything but he couldn’t handle looking at him in the eyes with what he now knew. The first day when he came to Grimmauld place, he thought about telling at once Sirius. But the man didn’t seem to be in a good mood; in fact, he looked more depressed than he looked back when he got out of Azkaban. One night, as Harry came downstairs to get a glass of water after a nightmare, he surprised a conversation between Lupin and Sirius, as they were drinking into the drawing room together.
‘I tried to look for her, but it’s like she vanished into thin air’ he heard his godfather whisper.
There was a pause.
‘Come on Sirius, don’t get yourself into trouble just for her.’
‘Just for her? Do you know how much time I spent thinking she believes I am guilty?’
‘Why does it matter? You said it yourself, it’s been ages.’
Harry heard Sirius swallowing heavily his liquor.
‘What about me?’ he asked.
‘You are safe here. Don’t you think about going out of here ever again before it’s okay for you to do so’ replied Remus with a cold voice.
‘It’s like you don’t want me to see her. Is it? Are you hiding something from me? Is she okay?’ said Sirius, sounding nervous and angry.
‘Are you thinking straight, Pads?’
There was another pause.
‘The girl has moved on, don’t go trouble Y/N with your excuses and explications!’
‘What’s the matter with you, since when did you lose any empathy for your old friend? I just want to see her again, just one time, for Merlin’s beard-‘
‘She’s married Sirius! There, I said it. She has a life of her own now, she moved on, don’t go trouble her with the past! What are you thinking, that she was going to wait for you? It’s been almost fourteen years.’
Harry felt the tension in the room. For a few minutes, he wondered what was happening as he heard nobody talk anymore. As time passed and nobody move or spoke, Harry walked silently back into his room. He felt so sorry for Sirius he couldn’t breathe anymore, his chest hurt. How he wished Sirius knew that he had a daughter with Y/N, that he had a future of his own, that he hadn’t lost everything. He heard somebody opening the door. Hermione was standing in the doorway, looking at him curiously.
‘I thought I heard noise in here’ she whispered.
‘Couldn’t sleep’ replied Harry, trying to chase away his thoughts.
She looked at Ron who seemed to be lost into a deep sleep.
‘That makes at least two of us’ she smiled. ‘Mind if I come in?’
Harry shook his head and Hermione sat beside him on the bed.
‘Are you having visions again?’ she enquired.
‘No, that’s not it’ said Harry, feeling uncomfortable with what he just heard.
Hermione put her hand on Harry’s and looked at him with sincere eyes.
‘You know, you can tell me anything.’
Harry smiled back to her and they sat in silence, staring at the flames crackling in the fireplace.
‘Hermione?’ said Harry, breaking the silence.
She looked up at her friend.
‘What would you do if you knew a secret, a big one, that would change one’s perception on life and future?’
She frowned her eyebrows.
‘Who would it concerns?’ she asked.
‘I know something – something very important – but I’m not confident about telling the person it concerns, because I’m not sure how that person would react.’
‘Harry, you’re worrying me… Why don’t you just tell me what it’s about and I’ll try to help?’
Maybe he could tell Hermione. He looked at Ron, fast asleep.
‘Are you familiar with the other students? Other houses, other years?’
Hermione raised her shoulders.
‘I don’t know everybody, but I have a good memory.’
‘There’s this girl, maybe you know her. Second grade’ he continued.
‘Well, I came to know recently, something about her. Something huge.’
‘I didn’t know you were interested in gossip, Harry’ mumbled Hermione, not sure where her friend was going with this.
Harry sighed heavily.
‘You know Y/D/N Y/L/N?’
Hermione raised her shoulders again.
‘Long black hair, silver eyes. She’s pretty too. She’s in Slytherin.’
‘The name does ring a bell. But I’d have to see what she looks like, to be honest… Where’re you going with that Harry?’
Harry felt his hands becoming sweaty and his blood pumping loudly in his veins.
‘You wouldn’t have to get out of this house to see what she looks like…’ he whispered.
Hermione raised her eyebrows and waited for the denouement. Harry felt nervous, he wished she’d have put the puzzle pieces together by now.
‘Don’t make me say it, don’t make me say it’ he thought.
‘Wait a minute…’ he heard Hermione say.
She got up and started pacing in the room.
‘I think I know who you’re talking about. She has those shiny long black hair does she? I remember her cause the first time I noticed her, she was in the library and something about her felt very familiar when I glanced at her!’
Harry waited patiently for Hermione to figure it out.
‘The eyes, yes, the eyes. These silver eyes, well, her whole face expression, the smirk…’
There was a long pause. Her eyes widened and she put her hand in front of her now opened mouth, her expression shocked.
‘Are you sure?’ she asked, nervously.
‘Without a doubt.’
‘Does he know?’
Harry shook his head and felt his eyes burn.
‘I surprised a conversation and I asked questions to Lupin afterwards and pretty figured the rest myself.’
‘Then maybe you’re wrong’ suggested Hermione, not sure she really wanted to believe what she was just told.
‘No. Lupin confirmed it. He asked me to tell no one, but how could I keep this to myself?’
‘You need to tell him, Harry!’ said Hermione, hurrying to her friend, taking him by the shoulders.
‘How can I be the one telling him? How can I tell Sirius that he has a daughter he doesn’t know about?’
Harry heard the floor crack outside the room. Both he and Hermione jumped with fear. He stood up and looked into the door crack that Hermione didn’t close entirely. There, two pairs of bright silver eyes were shining into the dark, reflecting the dancing flames of the fireplace behind Harry’s weak body, surrounded by black fur all around. The big dog seemed to look blankly at Harry. Surely, Sirius had heard them say they weren’t able to sleep and decided to make them laugh by transforming into Padfoot, like he did some nights before. He started to walk slowly in reverse.
‘Sirius, I-‘ Harry tried to mumble.
But the dog had disappeared.
‘SIRIUS!’ he shouted again, waking up Ron and the entire household.
They heard a door being shut down loudly downstairs.
My first request: @16reasonswhy16q7w said;
But hey ima request, can you do an imagine where clay is in love with you but feels like it’s wrong because of everything that happened with Hannah and her being gone but he is really falling for the reader so he gives in
Also while I was at school someone threatened to shoot up local high schools and I could’ve died so yeah…
Clay mindlessly exchanged books from his locker according to the classes he had left. Honestly, he was just killing time. What Clay was really doing was waiting for a certain h/c haired girl.
Clay heard the familiar voice of y/n; she was still at her locker (three lockers down from Hannah’s old locker) talking to one of her friends. Some feeling similar to guilt filled his stomach. He wasn’t sure why so he re-concentrated on his locker.
Then for a moment he thought he saw a brown haired girl in a white shirt. Hannah Baker. Clay closed his eye and shook his head, when he opened it Hannah was gone. He wasn’t sure which way he liked better; but he knew he liked y/n.
Like he’d ever tell anyone, especially her. After everything that happened… y/n closed her locker and she paused; y/n just stared at Hannah’s locker.
Clay mentally scolded himself…y/n was well known here. At first she was just one of Hannah’s friends that he was too shy to talk to; now the whole school knew her as the girl who had the breakdown after Hannah.
“Hey y/n,” Clay said before even giving himself a chance to decide if he was going to approach her.
Y/n smiled slightly, but it wasn’t the kind he liked. Clay remembered her genuine smiles, the kind that went to her eyes. This smile was a practiced polite smile, one that showed she was closed off.
“Hi Clay,” she replied. Clay didn’t know what to say and he wished he had prepared better. He didn’t know why he felt so awkward, he knew y/n she was a friend. She seemed extra annoyed this morning. “What’s wrong?”
Y/n let out a sigh. “My parents are a little paranoid since I haven’t been going out since…the point is I haven’t gone on dates or parties or anything.” She sighed once again, “my mom’s considering forcing me into joining a painful agony that is emotional therapy.”
Clay wasn’t sure if this was a sign or if this was fate being taunting. “We could hand out this weekend.” Y/n paused raising an eyebrow. “I-I mean to get your parents off your case so you don’t have to go to that.”
Y/n contemplated his offer. “I accept to these terms and conditions,” she responded in a kidding tone.
“Alright,” Clay said trying to sound much more relaxed than he felt. “I should get to class but I’ll text you for a day.”
As Clay started to turn away y/n responded. “You do realize you need my number to text me, right?”
For the first time, y/n felt like she looked forward to something. There always was this guilt for what happened; if she had called more maybe Hannah would still be her.
Clay listened. Listened to the tape.
*** (this is Hannah’s voice in the tape)***
Y/n l/n, where to start with this one. Don’t worry, she isn’t a–not like the others. But she deserves to have a testimony.
Y/n with the h/c hair, the girl always reminded me of hot chocolate. She in herself could solve someone’s problem the same way hot chocolate could.
We were allies long before we were friends. Then one day she showed up, showed up with this expression. Anger, sadness, and fear rolled into one. The expression didn’t fit her. She was too pretty to look so sad.
We were at the lockers and I asked her what’s the matter and I swear she almost told me. But instead she snapped and told me to leave her alone. She broke down though…the way hot chocolate ended was the same way she snapped. It was the greatest falling out.
Clay knew better than to bring this up. All he did was wait for Saturday.
Eventually the day came and y/n wore her grey t-shirt and light blue ripped jeans. She didn’t know what to expect but her mother was happy; and that was one less thing to feel bad about.
Y/n met up with Clay at the park. It was weird for her to be here again. She felt these butterflies…did she like Clay? That’s ridiculous, then Clay’s hand brushed her hand. The butterflies got stronger–yep, she liked him. Maybe even something more.
Clay couldn’t, and that’s why he wanted to so badly. After the whole Hannah incident any feelings like that toward anyone were terrible. Then she smiled, that specific breath stealing smile. He couldn’t stop himself before he took y/n’s hand.
“I know you’ve got complications,” he muttered.
Y/n froze, “I-I.”
“Don’t worry, it’s not like that. I just know you and Hannah had a falling out.” The phrase ‘falling out’ made y/n flinch. “A-are you okay?”
Y/n shivered slightly and shook her head. “Y-yeah, just a bit cold.”
Clay handed her his jacket and y/n took it but gave him a confused expression. “Well you said you were cold.”
“Thanks,” y/n said.
“Look I don’t care what happened or what you did or didn’t do…I-I like you a lot.” His admission made her freeze. “Just forget it.”
When y/n’s shock died down she asked a question. “What if I don’t want to forget it?”
Clay gave a small, sarcastic smile. “Are you saying you like me?”
Y/n would never admit that. “I’m not saying I’m not saying that.”
Her expression made him laugh. “I like you a lot, y/n l/n.”
“I like you a lot too, Clay Jensen.” Y/n replied.
Bye the time she realized that she had admitted it was too late.“
“You said it,” Clay teased!
Y/n defended herself, “shut up.”
Clay smiled and once again before he knew what he was doing he did it. He leaned in and kissed y/n. For a moment he didn’t care about anything or everything that had happened or could happen. All he cared about was that he was with y/n.
Y/n pulled away first. “I like you too.”
“So, what now?”
Y/n took his hand. “So, what now indeed.”
I hoped you liked this :)) also I’m willing to do a prologue or part 2 just let me know!
He loved the way her hair fell gracelessly around her hips, how her curls would bounce up with each step she took. He would always watch her, one of the many perks of being quiet, was to observe the people around him. It was a refresh for him, to not be the center of attention- Both positive attention and negative, But the people he would soon be calling his family. The people who would be helping him.
“No, (Y/N) your suppose to let me lead-” Peter whined, trying to control the man side of the dance, as he held onto a young lady who was having a hard time let the young man lead her into a dance.
His eyes would scan her legs, short and slender, his cold blues would then engulf her stomach and waist, all the way up to her face. A beautiful sight, he would say. The elfin girl was new to the team, she didn’t even live with them, she specializes with Bruce as a nurse, so control was her first nature.
“Would you stop-” Peter cried out of frustration, He had offered to teach her how to ball room dance, seeing as Tony had invited her to the gala in two days, if she missed to attend he would fire her.
“I don’t understand why I cant lead?” She broke off their entertained hands and pulled back from the little spidering. Peter rubbed the bridge of his nose and shook his head.
“Maybe you just shouldn’t dance-”
“I cant Tony is forcing me…” She mumbled, pushing her bouncy locks away from her vision. Her eyes glazed and ready to burst. Getting the job was a miracle, her grades weren’t even that high, so getting fired would mean no return what so ever. Shrugging, peter just walked away, rubbing his neck.
“How can you pull a bullet out of my waist but not dance?” Natasha asked, entering just as Peter exited the building. Her form handled with grace as she briskly strides in with no effort at all.
“Not everyone took ballet when they were young Natalia.” Bucky grumbled, not liking how his former ex was making fun of the little nurse. The widow took heed of his presence and offered her hand for him to take as she saw him making his way to the two ladies stating at the center of the cleared out living room.
“Lets show her how to dance,” Natalia boosted, biting her lips as Bucky stood before her his hands placed in fists.
“I’ll pass,” He breathed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, all he while maintaining his expression of annoyance, Not wanting tog get any more embarrassed, Natasha just shrugged and pouted, placing a hand on the young lady beside her, “Good luck,” She rubbed her shoulder then walked out without another sound. Once the gym living room was empty, save for the two adults, Bucky smiled weakly, his facial expression giving away how tired he truly was.
“Come here,” He instructed, wrapping a hand over her waist as he pulled her palms in their respected places. Bringing her body closer to his.
She was stunned, since Natasha came till this moment, Bucky Barnes was dancing with her, he was teaching her how to ball room dance… How much more better could this get?
“Just loosen up your legs and follow mine,” He instructed, letting her watch his feet to an idea of what she was suppose to do. “Now just repeat, but look at my face.”
Her eyes locked with his, finding his teaching methods better then Steve, Captain America might be from the 80′s but he was no saint when it came to her jamming her heel into his foot. Or Peter, who couldn’t handle letting her lead into the dance. Bucky was just an escape, he was calm yet commanding, letting his hands rest just in the right places, pulling her into positions she was sure weren’t for starters.
“Who’s your Dance partner for the Party?” Bucky whispered, still waltzing together.
“I might have to rent a dancer-”
“I’ll be your partner.” He assured, cutting her sentence before she would get embarrassed of having to admit she has to bring a complete stranger to dance with her.
“Natasha said you won’t be attending-” The young girl said, as she looked him in the eyes and frowned. Was her friend lying to her?
“I would now,” He clarified, stoping the dance but keeping his hands over her body. She gaze him a confused look, before letting her hands wrap him in a hug.
“You’re my one exception, Doll.”
Smiling she tightened her hands around his black jacket, the fabric of the jacket and his undershirt riding up due to her embrace, and she loved the scene. Because she would never forget the way his body felt flat against hers, Or how his smile didn’t go away from his face as she picked up her head and sent him a grin.
For the lovely @pocinamedia Admin Kia~ I mean it isn’t exactly “lowkey” per-say but hopefully you enjoy it doll
Genre; smut and a healthy dose of fluff
Length; 2,000+ words
Kink(s); Daddy kink, oral sex
As you sat there backstage of your boyfriend’s concert with some other random girls beside you- who probably had backstage passes or something, you honestly didn’t know and really didn’t care to find out. The only thing you had on your mind was seeing finally seeing Kwon[Dean] after being apart for so long.
You were trying your hardest just to tune everything out and listen to your boyfriend’s soulful voice as you waited patiently, but couldn’t help just rolling your eyes each time these bitches opened their mouths. They were obviously oblivious to the fact that you were fluent in korean and understood every ignorant word that spewed from their mouths.
“Okay, I didn’t know what you meant by taking off your pants, but now I clearly do,” Jenna burst out laughing as you all entered into the restaurant and took a seat. “Goodness gracious you guys.”
“I bet you were staring,” Tyler smirked. “I’m sure you were.”
“Shut up,” she rolled her eyes as you all sat at a table, opening up the menus.
“You’re all dressed awfully fancy tonight. I assume you all just got back from the Grammys. Twenty One Pilots, right?” the waiter smiled.
“That’s us,” Tyler grinned proudly.
“Sweet,” the waiter beamed. “Anything I can get you guys at the moment? Drinks?”
“Yeah that sounds good,” Jenna nodded. You had all decided to go out for a celebratory meal after the awards. You had settled on a nice Mexican restaurant, not too fancy, but not too casual either.
“Hey,” Josh nudged you beside him. “Check your phone.”
“Why?” you stared at him, confused.
“Just do it, baby,” he insisted.
“Fine,” you sighed, picking up your phone but your expression slowly fading away into uncomfortableness as you read the text he had just sent you.
J: Did you like what you saw on stage tonight? Y/N: Fucking behave. We’re at dinner.
You glared at him and he turned his head away, acting unfazed.
J: Answer the question. Y/N: You know I always like what I see when I’m staring at you J: Yeah but how did you feel? Y/N: Wdym? J: All those people staring at me, all those fans probably lusting over me, and you there, watching me tug down my pants…
“Hey!” Jenna snapped. “He’s asking you what you want to drink.”
“Huh?” both you and Josh looked up from your phones, turning red, staring at the waiter.
“Anything to drink?” he raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, uh yeah,” you stammered out. Josh just looked at you, pretending as if nothing had happened. The waiter took your drink order and walked away, Tyler striking up a conversation about some of the performances.
“What if you guys performed?” Jenna laughed. “You think you’d bring the hamster ball and giant confetti canon to the Grammy’s?”
“Oh I’m sure we would figure something out,” Tyler nodded. You felt your phone buzz in your lap and you shot Josh a glare before opening it.
J: Stop leaving questions unanswered babe Y/N: Stop texting me dirty things and actually pay attention to the conversation J: I am Y/N: Jenna and Tyler invited us here to celebrate, not to be antisocial J: Answer the question Y/N: Fine, sure. I was turned on. Is that what you wanted to hear?
“Don’t you think, y/n?” Jenna wondered and you flickered your eyes up, completely lost in what they were talking about. There was a second of silence before she hinted you on. “We’d get the drum kits and just make the crowd hold them up?”
“Oh definitely,” you gave a fake laugh before glancing down at your phone again, angry and annoyed at Josh’s attempts.
J: How turned on? Y/N: I might be turned on but I’m about ready to turn my phone off if you keep this shit up J: I’m not even doing anything Y/N: Sure… J: You wouldn’t dare Y/n: Watch me J: Don’t
“You guys, okay? You seem pretty distracted,” Tyler finally brought up the obvious.
“Just a lot of people congratulating us,” Josh shrugged. “Sorry, it’s probably not the appropriate time for this.”
“You’re right,” you quickly agreed. “I say we turn our phones off for the rest of the dinner.”
“Smart idea,” Jenna smiled at the proposition, but you caught Josh giving you a death stare beside you. You quickly shut off your phone and put it face down on the table, watching as Josh slowly did the same.
“You’ll be sorry you did that,” Josh murmured under his breath, just enough for you to realize. You swallowed uncomfortably, trying to ignore his comments. What was he so worked up about anyways? Geez.
“Do you think we’ll get invited back?” Tyler joked.
“Most likely,” Jenna nodded. “You guys are so talented. You’re bound to win another.”
“Then we’ve got to take it up a notch,” Tyler decided. “What’s more attention grabbing than standing up there in our underwear?”
“Oh I’m sure you two could think of plenty of things,” Jenna chuckled softly. Your hand was laying in your lap when you felt Josh lay his hand on top of yours underneath the table. You drew in a sharp breath and Tyler gave you an uncertain glance for a second before dismissing it, and you exhaled, trying to ignore it. Maybe he was just trying to hold hands.
“We’ll go streaking next Grammys!” Tyler cried.
“No way,” Jenna shook her head, stifling her laughter. “Not on my watch.”
“I bet y/n would love to see that,” Josh smirked and you narrowed your eyes, apparent you didn’t find his humor amusing. You felt him grab ahold of your wrist underneath the table, lifting your hand off your lap and moving it towards his leg, then down, resting your hand right over his crotch, his hard on becoming extremely obvious. Shit, of course he’d pull something like this. Especially now without the texting. He laid his hand on top of yours again, pressing down and your felt your cheeks turn red, trying to act nonchalant as you were being guided on how to grope him underneath the table.
“You okay, y/n?” Jenna softened her eyes. “You look sort of uh…”
“I’m fine,” you shook your head. “I think I just need to use the restroom and clear my mind for a little bit. I think I’m a little dizzy from the Grammys, all those people and the lights and noise and stuff.”
“Okay, take care of yourself sweetie,” Jenna replied. “We’ll be here when you come back.” You tried to get up but Josh grabbed your arm, grip tight around your wrist. You tugged several times but he wouldn’t let go until finally you swiveled your arm out of his grasp and snatched your phone off the table, marching off to find the bathroom. Of course, when you got in, there were several texts from Josh. So much for the not using the phones thing.
J: Get your ass out here right now. Y/N: I don’t know what the fuck is up with you tonight J: You know exactly what’s up with me, stop playing stupid Y/N: I don’t know if it’s just cause you won a Grammy so you think you can be cocky and all, but you’re acting like a total dick, Josh J: I just want you baby Y/N: You’re the one who said yes to dinner! J: You’re the one who said no to texting Y/N: And look where that led us J: We can always ditch Y/N: Shut up, that’d be so rude. Jenna and Tyler have been nothing but nice tonight J: I just really want to fuck you, I saw you in that dress when we walked in the restaurant and maybe it’s the lighting or just the adrenaline rush from being on the stage or me taking my pants off earlier, but I really need this right now baby Y/N: I know I want it too J: Then please Y/N: After dinner J: During dinner Y/N: No J: Fine. Either way come out right now. Jenna’s getting worried and she’s gonna check up on you if you don’t show soon. Y/N: If I come out, will you behave? J: Sure Y/N: See you soon J: Love youuu Y/N: Love you too, dimwit
You took a deep breath and collected yourself before heading back to the table and sliding in the seat beside Josh, plastering a smile on your face. “You feeling better, honey?” Jenna wondered.
“Yeah I’m doing just fi-” you couldn’t help but stop midsentence as Josh put a hand on your upper thigh, resting it there above the fabric of your dress. “Fine. I’m doing fine.”
“Okay…” Jenna shrugged.
“Did you feel sick?” Tyler frowned, looking worried and concerned. “I think Jenna has some painkillers in her purse if you need it.”
“I’m fine, r-EALLY,” your voice wavered as Josh tugged up the fabric of your dress to your waist, both your legs bare and exposed underneath the table. Fuck.
“You sure?” Tyler insisted, sensing something was off.
“Yeah, honessssssssssst,” you reassured, ignoring the way your voice dragged out at the end when Josh’s thumb dipped underneath the waistband of your underwear and slid the fabric down your legs to above your knees.
“Just relax, sweetheart,” Josh reassured, sly smile on his face only you could detect. Hell, and to think Tyler and Jenna thought he was being sweet. You bit down on your lower lip hard when you felt Josh’s fingers brush past your clit and rest against your folds.
“Who’s ready for some appetizers?” the waiter wondered, smile on his face as he approached.
As soon as you were about to answer Josh’s fingers pushed into you and you let out a moan, everyone at the table turning their attention towards you. “Ohhhh those sound delicious,” you tried to recover. “Mmm god, appetizers? That just sounds so, oh fuck-” Josh began to pump his fingers in and out of you, staring at you above the table as if nothing was even going on. “I’m so hungry. Appetizers, hell yeah.” You were doing such a shitty job at covering up your act but it was the best alternative you could think of at the moment. Your legs were starting to shake and you could barely speak.
“Someone’s um, particularly hype for appetizers,” Tyler commented.
“I love me some good fooooood,” you moaned the last part as Josh curled his fingers inside of you, hitting your g-spot. “Shit, food is so great. Damn.”
“Someone really likes food,” the waiter chuckled, looking confused and uncomfortable, almost everyone unable to understand what your problem was.
“Come on baby,” Josh prodded. “Why don’t you order something?”
“Sure,” you glanced at him, noticing the way he was trying so hard to suppress a smirk, then flickered your eyes back to the menu. You attempted to cross your legs in hopes of Josh quitting it but he only rammed his fingers deeper inside of you and you gasped in your seat, Tyler and Jenna whipping their heads towards you.
“Okay, spill it,” Jenna demanded. “What’s wrong?”
“Something’s wrong?” the waiter softened his expression. “Uh, is there anything I can do to help?”
“I just think I need to get some fresh air,” you shook your head. “Josh, um, why don’t you come out with me for a little bit?”
“Sure,” Josh agreed slowly. “Whatever you say, babe.” He slowly drew his fingers out from inside you and you took the opportunity to slide up your panties and tug down your dress, then grabbed Josh’s hand with a tight grip and basically dragged him out the door.
“You’re fucking dead,” you hissed, tugging him outside and to the back of the restaurant.
“What do you mean?” he raised his eyebrows, acting innocent. “I didn’t do anything.”
“Shut the fuck up,” you demanded, tugging him to a place without windows or cars or pedestrians and quickly surveying the area before crashing your lips on his, pushing him back into the wall of the restaurant, slamming his body against yours and grinding yourself down on him. Your sloppy, messy, desperate kisses became more heated and you finally pulled away, staring into his eyes. “Don’t pull that shit during dinner ever again. I hate you.”
“You fucking love me,” he rolled his eyes. “You know you were just as turned on as I was, baby.”
“I still am,” you murmured, tilting your head back as he sucked on your neck, his lips trailing down your skin.
“Dammit you look so good in this dress,” he sighed. He traced the outlines of your body with his palms, sliding them down your figure, resting at your hips when you took a step away. “Where you going baby?”
“To dinner,” you snapped. “To behave.”
“You’re going to leave me like this?” he frowned, disappointed. “Come on, I’m dying here and I’ve already tried everything.”
“Listen up, Joshua,” you sighed, walking closer and poking a finger in his chest, glaring up at him. You leaned in close, remaining eye contact, lowering your voice to a whisper. “When we get home, you are going to get in that bedroom with me, and you’re going to receive another big award with yours pants off. But that’s never going to happen unless you behave, understand?”
“I like the sound of that,” he smirked.
“Good,” you decided. “Now come with me and let’s order some fucking appetizers.”
But what if Betty was new to town and she was a lone wolf just like Jughead? Can these two come together to help fix the damage done onto them by others?
It was…. different.
The town was small. it was small and it was quiet, very different to the busy Harlem streets she was used to, it unnerved her. Nothing was supposed to be this perfect, she had learned perfection always came with a cost. What was the cost exactly? Well …she was gonna find out.
Her father had always said “mystery calls to you Elizabeth Cooper, you can either choose to answer it or leave it ringing.” Smiling at the thought of her father, she shifted the suitcase in her hands. He had been a good man, Loved her more than anything, and would do anything for his family. Which he did.
“Elizabeth?” She looked up at the sound of her mothers voice, she had a questioning look on her face and reached out to place a palm to her forehead “are you feeling okay? You look a little pale.”
Betty shook her mothers hand off
“I’m fine, just thinking.”
Her mother never pressed her, she had learned that the hard way a while back, it wasn’t wise to question Betty, it would just set her back and she would lose it. Sure maybe it was immature but she figured she deserved a little leniancy.
“Were here.” The beautifully put together blonde woman smiled at her equally beautiful daughter.
The house was huge, it was massive. Her eyes instantly zeroed in on the room up top with the bay window. She felt a hand being placed on her arm “you can have that room.” She smiled gratefully to her mom. Taking a deep breathe, she steeled her shoulders and gripped her suitcase
“Well, what are we waiting for?Ready to enter the belly of the beast?”
Rolling her eyes and smiling, Alice cooper led Betty through the doors. Looking around Betty felt herself smile for the first time in hours. The walls were a dreamy white and the furniture was rustic and beautiful, everything was simple and clean. It was perfect.
“Now I know, it’s very big for just the two of us, but you’re father wanted us to have it. We were all going to move in here together.. it’s what… I” choking up Alice took a deep breathe and excused herself, Betty knew that meant she needed to cry. Feeling the guilt rip her stomach, Betty ran up the stairs to look at her new room.
It was huge and roomy, painted a light yellow, her favorite color. She closed her eyes and angled her head to the sky, swallowing a lump in her throat. He knew she would’ve wanted this room, he painted it for her, her drawings and paintings were hung on the wall in beautiful frames. Thank you dad.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she started unpacking her suitcase. She only had one suitcase for all of her things, they didn’t have much back home, all of her dresses and shoes fit into the one large rolling bag.
Suddenly she heard music from outside her window, her curiosity peaking, she looked through the shifty curtains. It was two boys, a redheaded one was facing her playing a guitar in the house directly across from hers and a dark haired boy facing away, all she could make out was the gray beanie. Great her neighbors were boys her age, she just knew her mother was going to want to introduce them. Suddenly the music stopped and the boys looked to be packing up, getting ready to go out she assumed.
As she continued unpacking, she pulled out her sketch book and pencils with an unenthused “ta da.” Gripping the book to her chest, she made her way downstairs.
“Mom I’m going out to explore, I’ll be home in a few hours.” She called Into the living room.
“Okay honey, try and make some friends!”
She rolled her eyes uttering,“ no promises” before she shut the front door.
Where should she go? What did people do around her?
After about twenty minutes of wandering she came across an old fashioned diner. Perfect. She could shack up in a back booth and work on some of her drawings.
As soon as she entered the diner, she spotted a familiar beanie. It was the boy next door. And he was…
Staring at her. Hard.
Choosing to ignore his gaze, she moved to the booth diagonal to his, he was typing on a laptop, a coffee by his side and his sleeves rolled up.
He really was quite attractive, his wavy long hair underneath that ridiculous hat, the piercing blue eyes she felt staring into her shoulder, and the absolutely sinful Lips.
Okay Betty, get a grip. She smiled to herself shaking her head slightly and moving back to her sketches.
Meanwhile Jughead was struggling to control his straying thoughts. Never had a girl stolen his attention like this, sure she was beautiful, actually she was absolutely gorgeous. All silky blonde hair, long tan legs and bright green eyes, but there was something else, something about her made it impossible to look away. She was the type of girl you write stories about, fortunately for him, he wrote stories more than he breathed.
Suddenly archie was sliding into the booth across from him “check out the new girl, she is something to look at right? I’m pretty sure she’s my new neighbor. The coopers. It’s just her and her mom.” Coincidentally the smell of gossip brought the one and only Veronica lodge to his once comfortably secluded booth.
“Total smoke show for sure. But rumor has it her dad was murdered in front of her. My sources tell me that’s why they moved here.” Veronica looked over to the blonde frowning. “Poor thing.”
Jughead hated rumors, they pissed him off, especially about the girl he felt an unexplainable connection with. “How do you even know anything about her Veronica? She moved here this morning, don’t go spreading rumors until you get it from the actual source. That girl.” He said with a nudge of his head.
Veronica was unphased by his icy tone, raising a brow “so that’s your type hmm? Well let’s go chat her up, shall we?” She stood and wiped her skirt as Jughead desperately tried to get her to stay
“Veronica! No! Leave her alone” he whispered panicked.
“Oh relax jugs, I’m just going to be polite.” And she was gone, already halfway to The beautiful blonde.
Both of the boys at the table watched as Veronica spoke to the mysterious new girl. About two minutes later she came back to the table smiling
Archie looked at her expectantly “so?”
She just smiled again “I asked her to come sit with us and she pretty much shot me down. No. not pretty much. She definitely shut me down.”
Jughead looked confused “and that’s making you smile because..?”
Veronica laughed “she’s awesome, totally reminds me of you Jughead, except for the fact that she seems like she’s totally cool, no offense. She said she preferred to work on her art alone, people were a distraction, but when she finished her sketches , she would come join us.”
Jughead glanced over at her again. He was the exact same way, whenever he was writing something new he had to have complete focus and silence.
After two burgers and four chapters, he felt a shift at the table. Looking up expecting to see Archie, he started speaking
“Dude, I don’t think…” his eyes caught on the beautiful bright green ones staring back at him and giggling.
“I haven’t been called dude in a very long time, I mean I’ll take it, but most people call me Betty.” She gently placed her sketch book on the table and jughead resisted the urge to grab it and flip through the pages.
Apparently he could no longer speak, that ability was now gone from his life.
She seemed to take his silence as a bad thing, and quickly started playing with her fingers
“Your friend.. Veronica? I think it was. She invited me to come sit, I totally understand if you’re busy, do you write?”
The simple question seemed to Knock him out of his stupor. “Uh.. yes. I write stories, I’m currently working on one regarding riverdales secrets.” He mumbled out
Her eyes lit up and she leaned over the table slightly “I’ve been wondering about all the things This little town has to hide. Can I read it when you’re done. I’m always down for a mystery.”
He smiled at her enthusiasm
“I’ll let you read it, if you let me look at your drawings” he said confidently.
She placed an open palm over her notebook and stuck her free hand out, wiggling her finger tips
“You got a deal….?”
“Jughead. Jughead jones.” He prepared himself for the ridicule that always came with his first name. But she just smiled warmly
“You got a deal Jughead jones”
As soon as their hands touched, he felt an unfamiliar tingle, no way , this was not some teen romance, this was riverdale. This was him.
He looked into her eyes to see if she felt it as well, sure enough she was staring at their joined hands wide eyed.
“Well look who’s getting all cozy. I told you Jughead, she’s just like you. Only cooler.”
Kevin, Veronica and Archie were all standing over the diner table and smiling at the pair, pulling his hand away he whispered for only Betty to hear
A/N: I guess I’ll be nice and give you guys a part 2….which also means there will be a part 3 I guess lmao! Enjoy this little backstory!!! Part 3 will be better I promise! Unbeta’d so any mistake is my own!! Feedback is gratefully appreciated!!!
Jensen sat in his trailer with his elbows lying against the tops of his knees, his hands covering his face. The voices of the police and Jared were being blocked out as he thought back to when James was one of his good friends. Making fun of each other, having parties at the other’s house, taking care of each other when they got super drunk. He was a good friend to depend on up until the moment Jensen got the girl and he didn’t.
It all started when James saw you, the girl he had previously asked out on a date and got denied, underneath the arm of Jensen, one of his best friends, at a bar. The two of you were laughing and having a great time, not a care in the world. Jensen brought his beer up to his mouth which in turn brought you closer to his body. When he set his beer down on the table he turned to you with one arm wrapped around your waist and the other going back around your shoulders as his lips touched yours. James was seeing red and he was completely infuriated, his mind coming up with unreal scenarios as to why Jensen was with the girl he liked. The most convincing one being because Jensen was better looking and could steal any girl he wanted.
What he didn’t know and put together was that Jensen could have possibly been the guy you said you were currently with when you denied his date offer. James let his rage get the better of him as he stormed up to Jensen and gave him a nice shove, causing the two of you to break your heated little makeout session and Jensen to knock over the contents of the table next to him.
“James, what the fuck man?”
James pointed to you and raised your eyebrows at Jensen, “Are you doing this on purpose you asshole?! You knew I asked her out why are you with her!?”
“Whoa dude…wait…you asked my girlfriend out?” Jensen brow scrunched together as he stepped up to James, not really happy that it happened in the first place.
“G-girlfriend…?” James’ eyes went wide as he looked over to you for confirmation.
You nodded and bit your lip, “Yeah girlfriend. Hun do you remember why I turned down your offer yesterday? I told you I just recently got into a relationship, I didn’t know that you and Jay were friends or I would have told you.”
“No no..that’s okay, why would he mention me anyway?”
“James…dude come on. Look some of her friends are here tonight, maybe we could hook you up with one of them, huh?” Jensen tried to lighten the mood as he tapped lightly on James’ chest taking you back underneath his arm with a giant grin on his face.
James just shook his head, if he couldn’t have you then there was no point, “I’m just gonna go home.”
Jensen called out his name a couple more times until James was out of the bar completely. He ran his hands through his hair and took a couple deep breaths. He was angry at Jensen for stealing yet again the one girl he really liked. In his mind, even though he only met you in a clothing store he felt attached immediately he wanted you as his and it made total sense. He swore he was going to get you one way or the other.
A few years later when you and Jensen announced your engagement that made James go through the roof. He still wasn’t entirely sure why you were with Jensen in the first place, there was no way you could be happy when you weren’t with him.
So instead of handling it like a normal person would and talk it over, he stormed your engagement party and made himself look like an ass. When Jensen fought back after James threw the first punch that’s when Clif and Jared barged in the middle. Jared grabbed Jensen and Clif grabbed James. As James was being dragged out he was repeatedly screaming that the two of you would see him again someday, that you haven’t seen the last of him.
James waited till everyone was settled again before watching through the window as you took a wet towel and started to clean up Jensen’s lip where James had got a good hit. Rolling his eyes he turned around making his way back down the street to his car, already planning the revenge he would take upon the two of you for ruining everything.
“Huh? What?” Jensen was finally brought out of his thoughts when Jared shook his shoulder and called his name out a few times.
“I asked if there is anything else that they may need to know about James?”
Jensen stood up and wiped a hand down his face, “All I know is that he’s fucking psychotic and he’s going to be dead once I find him and my family. This shit has gone on long enough!” Jensen’s voice got louder towards the end there and moved to pour himself a drink.
Someone knocked on the door the exact moment Jensen knocked back the drink he just poured, it was another officer, “Sir…we’ve traced the call from your cell phone. We know where they are.”
“Sir maybe you shoul-”
Jensen balled his fist up and shut his eyes, “So help me God, if you tell me that I should stay back while that maniac has my wife and my child held hostage…” Jensen took a deep breath trying to somewhat relax himself, “Where are they?”
The officer showed him the address and Jensen entered it into his phone before he turned to the police chief, a finger pointed to his chest, “You better be right behind me because if you’re not…I’m going to end up killing him.”
Note: I wanted this chapter to be super long, but I know I’ve kept you guys waiting long enough, so I figured I’d go ahead and give you this part! 😉😉
“If my master is lost, I’ll find him. I’ll bring him back to himself, because to serve doesn’t always mean to follow.” - Joey W. Hill
You burst through the door of the kitchen entrance quickly, with David in tow.
Things were quiet.
Brian and the other two were still the only ones in the large cafeteria.
“Brian!” You yelled out, wasting no time. You wanted to get Katherine and Ben as soon as you could, you weren’t gonna let them get out of your sight and be in deeper shit with Negan.
He appeared from the back of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel, “What’s going good on?”
You felt a slight chill run up your spine, “The other two are still with you, right?”
He nodded, “Yeah, I have them in the back cutting up some meat.”
You let out a sigh of relief.
David shot you a weird look as he saw your obvious nervousness, you glared back at him, before walking up to the counter Brian stood behind.
“Have them finish that shit really quick. Someone escaped and Negan is on the war path.” You said, noting the seriousness of the situation in your tone.
Brian’s face went pale, and you could see the fear on it, even if he had nothing to do with it. Most people weren’t immune to Negan’s actions when he was angry, innocent or not, and Brian had already been on Negan’s bad side before, because of you.
“I can finish up, not much left to do. Take them.” Brian said quickly, shaking his head.
He disappeared into the back of the kitchen once more before coming back out a few minutes later with Katherine and Ben.
They looked confused as to why they were being kicked out so soon, but you didn’t have time to explain.
Plus, you didn’t feel like you really needed to explain to people who had only been here for a day what was going on.
It was only your first day looking after people and shit was already getting out of hand.
At this point, you didn’t wanna know what next week would bring if this is what the beginning of it was like.
“Did we do something wrong?” Ben asked, seeming to get a little defensive.
You shook your head, “No, not yet. Just come with me, and maybe I’ll explain.”
Ben glanced to Katherine who just shrugged her shoulders.
You motioned them to follow you, and left the room again.
You decided to take them back to the rec room and keep them there for the time being, you didn’t have anywhere else to go.
“So, can I know what exactly is going down here?” David whispered in a low tone as he took a seat at the table you were seated at.
Katherine and Ben sat at the end of it, holding hands and exchanging glances.
You rolled your eyes, you tried to stay in denial about them, but you knew deep down you were jealous of them. They walked around freely and expressed that the loved eachother.
You looked over to David, letting out an annoyed breathe, “You’re not gonna give up, are you?” You asked, chewing your lip.
“Well, I’m not a child.”
“You’re not an ally either.” You muttered back at him.
He chuckled and lowered his head thoughtfully for a moment, “You do realize if I was gonna fuck you over, I could have done it back at the house.”
You ran a hand through your hair and gave him a nod.
You stood up and walked over to the liquor cabinet that stood open.
What was in it wasn’t as good as Negan’s personal stash, but it got the job done either way.
David followed behind like a stray, you weren’t sure when you were gonna get used to having someone following you around, taking every order that you gave them.
You grabbed a bottle with clear liquid in it and poured it into a glass, at this point, you weren’t sure if it was vodka or moonshine.
You took a generous sip of it and stifled back at cough as it burned your throat.
“Look, someone escaped. He was a prisoner of sorts, and he’s with a group that really hates Negan. A group that I used to be apart of, and if he’s gone, maybe he teamed back up with them and who knows what the hell is gonna happen next if he has.” You said, bringing your hand up to rub your tired eyes.
“What’s gonna happen if he’s not caught?” David asked, propping his arm onto the table, giving you a curious look.
You took another sip of the liquor, you could feel the warmness wash over your body, “I can honestly say that I don’t know, David.”
He gave you a sympathetic look and pulled the pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and shoved one into his mouth, “How the hell did you end up here if you were with them?”
You smirked and looked down, you hadn’t thought a whole lot about the situation since you had been here, and you knew that he probably wouldn’t understand, “The group I was with killed a bunch of Negan’s men. So, he tracked us down and we ended up in a lineup, pretty much like you, but he had full intent on killing people. It was punishment for his men.” You said, looking up at him as he took a drag off the cigarette.
He nodded to show that he was listening to you.
“He killed two of our people. He was going to kill more, but Negan liked me, mainly for my looks. So, I made a deal with him; I’d come back here with him and be a wife if he’d spare the rest of them.” You continued.
“And the rest is history?” David scoffed.
You shook your head, “Not quite. They still owe Negan half of everything they get, so it’s an ongoing relationship. It’s complicated, and I don’t expect you to understand.”
He took another puff of the cigarette, blowing out smoke, “It’s not for me to understand. Shit, I’m just glad he didn’t beat my skull in with that bat he carries.”
“Lucille.” You cut in quickly.
“Why does he call it Lucille?” He raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t know.. Luck, maybe? I’ve never asked him.” You said furrowing your brow. Now that you thought about it, you had never asked him why he had called his prized bat by such a name.
“Are you happy?” David said bluntly.
“What?” You answered back in confusion.
“Being his wife, are you happy?”
You looked at him, taken aback.
Since you had been here, no one had ever asked you if you were happy with your position just being another one of his wives.
You were happy, weren’t you? For the most part you considered yourself happy, there were bad days and good days, but that’s common for any relationship.
No matter that nature of it.
“I’m not fond of the other wives, but yeah, I’m happy.”
David smirked and gave you a look as if he didn’t completely believe what you said, but you didn’t care, his opinion didn’t matter to you.
You knew how you felt.
And you didn’t have time to worry about what anyone thought, so much shit had gone down in the past couple weeks, and emotions were starting to have no room in any of this, but you were almost grateful for that.
You had less and less time to worry about whether or not Negan thought of you the way you though of him, or if he cared that you loved him.
The rest of the time was spent in mostly silence, Katherine and Ben didn’t bother to make conversation with you, and you didn’t care.
You didn’t have much use for either of them anyway.
You wondered why David seemed to be making an effort to get to know you, but he was likeable and so far, and he hadn’t got on your bad side.. Not yet anyway.
You and David decided to make use of the pool table while you waited for some news to come back on the Daryl situation.
You had to admit, even with the shit going on, it was nice to be able to let loose, even it was only for a moment just to play a game of pool.
“Damn, you’re good at this.” He commented at he made his shot.
You leaned against the table, “I used to play at the bar.”
“I played at the bar, too. I was always drunk playing though.”
You smiled back at him, “I guess that might be your problem.”
“Thank God we aren’t betting then.” He chuckled.
You shook your head, glancing down for a moment.
You were trying you best to remain indifferent about David, you were in charge of him and still didn’t know him well at all, and even if he had saved your life once, you didn’t wanna make the mistake of giving him your trust too quickly.
But you had to admit, he was already growing on you, and you were beginning to enjoy his company.
You thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of the door being swung open.
You and David turned to see Negan stomping through with Lucille in hand with a scowl that seemed like it was going to become permanent.
David was learning the rules quickly and kneeled time he saw Negan enter into the room.
You turned back to Katherine and Ben to see them sitting in the chair looking dumbfounded as if they didn’t know what to do.
You let out an inaudible grunt to yourself and took a step towards them.
“Do either of you own this place?” You growled at them.
They both sat there, with mouths half open as if they didn’t know what to say.
“N- no?” Katherine answered back.
“Then you both should know to get on your knees when you see him entering the room.” You hissed, motioning your head towards Negan.
Negan looked over all of them as he arrived at your side.
They were quick to get on their knees at that time, lowering their heads from his intimidating gaze.
“You need to train your fuckin’ dogs better.” Negan snorted, his face in a frown.
“I’m doing my best.” You breathed out to him, “What’s going on?”
Negan shook his head, “Nothing that’s the fuck what. He’s gone, haven’t heard a goddamn peep.”
You bit your tongue, studying his face, but he didn’t look worried, “Where do we go from here?”
“I’ve got a pretty good fuckin’ idea of where to start first.” He locked eyes with you, giving you a slight smirk. A dangerous one at that, and you knew exactly what he meant.
“Alexandria.” You nodded.
“That’s right.” He averted his eyes to David who was kneeling beside you, able to hear everything.
Negan squinted at you, then back down to him, “Don’t you think you’re a bit too fuckin’ close to my wife? From where you’re sitting, I’m sure you have a great view of her fuckin’ ass, huh?”
David looked shocked at Negan’s choice of words for him, he parted his lips, shaking his head, “No.. Sir. I- I was standing here an-”
“So what? You trying to say her ass isn’t fuckin’ good enough?” Negan barked back to him, kneeling down to his level.
David lowered his eyes from Negan and shook his head, “Sir, I’m sorry. I-”
“Negan.” You said in a pleading tone as you looked down to him.
This was Negan’s way.
There was no right or wrong answer, he just wanted to fuck with David’s head to see what kind of answer he could get out of him.
“Calm the fuck down, darlin’. I’m asking him a fuckin’ question.” Negan smirked at you, before looking back down to the man kneeling for him, “Are you trying to tell me you haven’t even tried looking? Do you not see how good lookin’ she is? If you say no, I think that’s a fuckin’ lie.”
You watched David as his level of discomfort began to rise, he had no idea how to answer any of these questions Negan was throwing at him.
“She’s pretty..” David breathed in a low tone.
“What’s that?! I can’t fuckin’ hear you.” Negan snapped, putting his hand up to his ear in a mocking gesture.
He heard him just fine the first time.
“She’s pretty.” David said again, in a louder tone this time.
Negan put his head back, with a smile spreading across his face as he looked up to you.
You shook your head, wishing that he wouldn’t berate the man like this, but you couldnt help but not mind that Negan did it, watching him be an asshole was always hot to you.
“Hear that darlin’?” Negan chuckled, blinking up at you, “You’re pretty.” He said mockingly.
He suddenly slapped David’s shoulder, making him jump, “Come on, you gotta fuckin’ level with me, she’s fuckin’ hot. I mean, you’d fuck her, right?”
David looked up at him, his eyes wide. This was the question he really didn’t understand how to answer, and he looked down right fearful of saying either answer.
His eyes darted back and forth in his socket as if he was dazed.
Negan snapped his fingers in front of his face, “Simple fuckin’ question.”
David lowered his head again and gave a small shrug, “Uh.. Yes?”
Negan’s bite his lip and sniffed before giving David a nod, “Can’t fuckin’ blame you.. And God knows..” He said as he wagged his finger in your direction, “That girl rides my fuckin’ dick like she’s in the goddamn Kentucky derby.” He praised before he stood back up, glancing over to you.
You felt your cheeks go red and you looked away from him as he continued to talk to David.
You were beginning to think you’d never not blush when he said something sexual about you to other people.
“But at the end of the day, she’s my fuckin’ wife.. So, you steer fuckin’ clear of her. You really don’t wanna fuckin’ have to deal with me.” Negan said as he gave David one last smile.
“Yes, sir.” David nodded, still kneeling.
Negan rolled his eyes and waved his arm, “I’d like to talk to my goddamn wife now. Get the fuck out of here.” He turned to Katherine and Ben, “In fact, all of you, get the fuck out of here.”
Negan didn’t have to say it twice.
As soon as he gave them the orders to leave, all three of them made a great deal of effort to scatter and get out of there as quickly as they could for fear of any of them getting interrogated by him.
Once they were gone he turned back to you with a coy smile.
“You’re an asshole.” You shook your head, trying not to smile.
“I know. But I can tell the little shit wants you.” He grunted, biting his lip.
“Jesus, Negan. Not everyone wants to fuck me.” You said shaking your head.
“Whatever darlin’, figured I’d go ahead and make it fuckin’ clear for him. He seems to be stuck up your fuckin’ ass.” Negan said, rolling his eyes.
If you didnt know any better, you would have thought you saw some jealousy coming out in him.
“Can’t handle it if he has a crush?” You smirked back to him.
He sat Lucille down on the nearby table and lowered his eyes at you, “I can fuckin’ handle it, but he needs to know,” He trailed off as he jerked you towards him, with a firm grip on your ass. You bit down on your lip instinctively, “That this.. Fuckin’ belongs to me. You are mine.”
“Of course I’m yours.” You said slowly as you rested your chin on his chest.
He always managed to smell amazing.
You were enjoying the tender moment that he was allowing you to have.
You peered up to him, with doe-like eyes.
He shifted his eyes down to you, a smirk trying to break through on his angered expression.
“How’s your leg? I know I haven’t fuckin’ asked in a while.” He ran his tongue over his lips.
“Mending. It’s getting easier to walk, so I’m happy for that.”
He rolled his eyes playfully this time, “Darlin’, I used to think this badass attitude was a fuckin’ put on, but I’m starting to be goddamn convinced that you are - In fact - a fuckin’ badass.”
You felt the corners of your mouth tug as you tried to hold back the huge smile that was spreading across your face, “I’ve never put on.”
“Good. That shit doesn’t impress me.” He spoke in a deep tone before turning his attention from you, towards the pool table that stood in the center of the room.
A mischievous smirk came over his face as he stared at it.
He tilted his head back to give you a seductive look before he crossed the room towards it.
You stood behind for a minute as he ran his hand along the edge of the table, you wondered what he was thinking.
He turned and stretched his hand along the side of it, leaning back into it.
“I’ve got a fuckin’ dilemma here.”
You crossed your arms and walked towards him, “What’s that?”
“Well on one fuckin’ hand, I’d love to play a couple fuckin’ rounds with you..” He ran a hand through his hair before slipping his jacket off his shoulders, “But on the other hand, I’m getting fuckin’ hard at the thought of fuckin’ you right here on the goddamn table right now.” He continued.
The words hit you in your sex like a train. You never fucked him on the pool table and the thought of it made you wet.
You swallowed hard as you stood in front of him.
“Do it.” You answered in a tone that sounded like you were begging.
He expression changed into one of satisfaction and he outstretched his hands to your neck.
He was always quick to clamp his hands around your neck tightly, but this time he was gentle.
His fingers wrapping themselves around you gently as he pulled you towards him. But he knew just as well as you did that he didn’t have to force you to come to him.
You came willingly.
He tilted your head up by your chin with his free hand to let his lips meet yours.
You weren’t used to this in the slightest, you had never had a soft kiss by Negan. They were usually rough and dominating and you didn’t mind that, but actually being able to savour the kiss with him was a different feeling; one that you didn’t know you had longed for until it was happening now.
You could feel his beard rubbing against your face with every movement, and you smiled against his lips.
He tightened his grip onto your neck slighty, only to release you as soon as he did to let his hands wander down your body until they found your ass again.
The kiss between the two of you intensified, his teeth finding your bottom lip, tugging it.
You placed your hands on his abdomen, and you could feel his toned body beneath the t-shirt he wore.
He let out a slight grunt as he began to unbuckle his belt quickly, letting it drop to the floor with a CLACK.
You already knew what he wanted and you didn’t hesitate, your hands wandered down to his jeans and worked on the zipper.
You reached inside, placing your hand on his throbbing member.
You worked your hand up and down it, teasing him.
You looked back up to him, his eyes were focused on yours.
You worked your hand on his shaft, watching his cheeks flare as he gritted his teeth.
You loved watching him get annoyed when you teased him, you pumped your hand up and down his cock slowly a few more times.
“Get on your fuckin’ knees.” He growled at you, enunciating his words.
You obeyed and released his member from your grasp and slid down onto the stone floor.
You perched yourself up on your knees, waiting for what was to come next.
Negan reached into his jeans, releasing himself from their confines and let his erection spring forward.
You involuntarily licked your lips, it was second nature to you now, and your mouth watered at the sight of it.
You wondered how it was even possible that his dick looked bigger than before.
He grabbed ahold of your hair and his cock simultaneously and brought you towards it, you opened your mouth and let him slide into you.
You were thankful that he went slow, it was more than a mouthful and too much to handle if shoved in all at once.
You tongue began to immediate work over the tip as you felt him sliding towards the back of your throat.
Negan’s grip tightened on your hair as your tongue and lips worked on his shaft, your head bobbing against his grasp.
“Look at me.” He ordered, suddenly.
As you continued, you tilted your heads upwards until your eyes met his.
He towered over you even more than usual now, and his dark eyes were filled with lust and animal like, much like they always were when you fucked.
“You’re always giving me that innocent fuckin’ look. Let’s see how fuckin’ innocent you look with my dick down that pretty fuckin’ throat, babydoll.” He breathed out as he bucked his hips against your mouth, making his dick slide in even further.
You felt your eyes begin to water as you kept eye contact with him.
Your hand worked it’s way up until it was firmly gripped around his shaft, your head continued to bob up and down on his cock.
Negan bit down on his tongue, as you watched him trying to be polite and not thrust his hips roughly into your mouth. His grip tightened even harder around your hair, pulling it tight against your scalp.
“Fuck, baby.” He groaned out as he tilted his head back.
You kept up a steady rhythm and forced yourself to not stop, you were taking too much pleasure in seeing him start to lose himself while you sucked him off.
For a moment it almost made it seem like he was the submissive one, you were in control of him.
He jerked his head back down to meet your eyes again, and he couldn’t control himself any longer, the grip he had on you now forced your head down even further onto his cock.
You let out a soft moan as you could feel his full length being shoved into you as he thrusts his hips against your mouth a few times.
He finally loosened his grip on your hair and let you free, “Get the fuck up.” He breathed out, pulling his wet cock from your mouth.
You wiped your mouth as you stared up at him.
He bite down on his lip and motioned you to get up with a finger in a “come hither” motion.
Now he seemed more animal than man, and in his eyes you saw only lust.
You raised yourself from your postion, and he grabbed you by the neck suddenly, startling you in the process.
He shot you a quick smirk to let you know it was okay and he pushed you back onto the pool table until your feet dangled over the edges.
He was gonna do it.
He was actually gong to fuck you on the pool table, and it made you hotter than you’ve ever been.
You couldn’t tell if it was because Negan was fucking you on it, or the thought that someone could walk in at any moment and catch Negan fucking you on it, but either of the thoughts made you more wet than the next.
He didn’t waste anytime undoing your pants, stripping them from your body.
Your damp panties clung to your sex with how turned on you already were.
Negan noticed immediately as he ran a finger along of the edge of them, looking down at you, “Goddamn, you’re gonna soak my fuckin’ pool table, babydoll.”
You giggled softly, “I can’t help it. It’s you.”
A cocky smile spread across his face as he pulled your panties down slowly, “I know. This pussy gets fuckin’ wet for me on goddamn command.”
He grabbed you by the hips and pulled you towards the edge of the table as he lowered himself down into his kneels.
You closed your eyes as you smiled at the thought of him kneeling for you, even if it was just for him giving you oral.
Your back began to arch involuntarily as his beard scratched against the inside of your thighs.
You were so glad it had grown back, you missed the way it rubbed against your skin, and the chills that it gave you.
Your hand found it’s way to his thick dark hair, your fingers ran through it, ready to tangle themselves in it at a moment’s notice.
His hands gripped around your thighs tightly as his tongue slowly worked it’s way up and down your wet entrance.
You left out a soft moan as your body began to tense up at his touch.
He was doing his best to drive you insane with his teasing, and he was doing a damn good job at it.
You let out a soft grunt, trying to hold back on letting him know how bad you wanted it, but of course he already knew.
You could feel the curl of his lips against your skin as he smiled wickedly at what he was doing to you.
“Is it too fuckin’ much for you, seeetheart?” Negan purred against your flesh.
“No.” You squeaked back and gritted your teeth as his tongue slide inside of you.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.. Why was this man so good with his tongue? You thought to yourself.
He worked his tongue deeper into your pussy, slipping a finger inside of you as he went, and your back arched up even more as you gasped.
Now your hands were the ones gripped around his hair as you pulled him further into you.
You could feel him flicking his tongue against your clit rapidly with his fingers working their way in and out of you, and you began to whimper loudly.
Your orgasm was building up fast and you weren’t even sure how long this could go on, but if felt too good to stop.
You planted a foot firmly on the edge of the table and began to rock your hips slowly, grinding your wetness into his face as his nails began to dig into your thighs, you already knew they were gonna leave some marks.
“Shhhit.” You hissed through your teeth as he switched from the steady rhythm of his tongue to biting you.
It was starting to send you over the edge, and you could feel your climax on it’s way to take over your body, but you suddenly developed a yearning for something else.
It was something that you hadn’t felt in a while and something you didn’t know you’d crave, but you did.
“Stop.” You groaned, lifting yourself up.
He pulled his head back suddenly and looked up at you, confusion plastered onto his face, “What the fuck is wrong?” He asked as he lifted himself up off the ground.
You let out a labored breathe and shook your head, “Nothing,” You studied his face as you could see he was sort of annoyed that you stopped him, and you glanced down to the floor to see his belt laying there on the ground, then back up to him, “I want you to use it.”
He raised an eyebrow and ran a tongue over his lips as he looked at you quizzically, “Fuckin’ use what, darlin’?”
You slipped off the table and bent down to pick the belt up off the floor, “This.” You purred as you handed it over to him.
He took it from your hands and a smirk spread across his lips,“ You want me to fuckin’ spank you?”
You nodded back, “Don’t you think you owe me a punishment anyway? I mean, I’m always giving you attitude, right?”
He shook his head and cleared his throat, “You’ve got a fuckin’ point, babydoll. And I’d be a lying motherfucker if I said this wasn’t turning me on as much as it is.”
You bit your lip shyly and turned away from him to bend over the table being completely submissive, revealing your bare backside to him.
Negan ran the belt through his hands as he watched you for a moment, allowing himself to take in the amazing sight in front of him.
“How many?” You asked curiously.
Negan snapped the belt, making you jump, “As fuckin’ many as it takes to get the goddamn point across, babydoll, or atleast until I’m ready to fuck you over this table.”
He stepped up behind you and grabbed another handful your hair, he had his body pressed snuggly against yours, and you could feel his erection rubbing against your pussy.
You had to stop yourself from letting out a moan.
He pulled you up roughly so his lips were next to you ear.
“You better fuckin’ count for me.” He whispered seductively into your ear.
The chills washed over you again as his beard scratched against you, “Yes.” You squeaked, almost sounding desperate.
“Yes what?” He demanded, giving your hair a firm tug.
“Yes, Daddy.” You answered.
“Good fuckin’ girl.” He praised, biting your neck.
You nodded in compliance as he pushed you back down onto the table, holding you down with his hand.
Without warning the belt was brought down on your ass with the all too familiar loud SMACK and your skin stung instantly, but left a tingling sensation that you had learned to love.
“One.” You moaned out, outstretching your hands to grip onto the table.
The belt was brought down on your ass even harder the second time. You gasped as it made contact with your skin, making you jump forward.
“Two!” You cried out.
“Go ahead, darlin’. Let everyone fuckin’ hear you scream.” Negan chuckled as the belt was brought down a third time.
You bite down on your lip hard as the stinging sensation increased, each hit coming down harder than the last, but you were finding yourself getting more pleasure than pain down.
Negan ran a free hand down your body, making chills combine with the stinging of your skin.
His fingers found their way to your aching clit and started to rub circles around it.
“Fuck.” Your nails dug into the table even harder now.
“You fuckin’ like it, babydoll?” Negan grunted, his fingers keeping a steady rhythm.
“Y-Yes.” You struggled to talk.
You felt another sharp pain on your backside, “Yes fuckin’ what? You already fuckin’ forget my name, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy.” You moaned back to him.
“More fuckin’ like it. What goddamn number was that?” He smirked back.
“Four.. Daddy.” You bit into your lip.
“Goddamn, you’re being such a good fuckin’ girl.” He threw the belt to the floor and grabbed you by the hair again, pulling you back up to him so his lips could meet your ear again, “How good does it fuckin’ feel?” He said in a deep tone as his fingers began to slide in and out of you, you could feel yourself dripping.
He was making you as wet as he possibly could.
“So good. You’re gonna make me cum, Negan.” You breathed, leaning your body back into his.
“Of course I fuckin’ am, darlin’.” He whispered pulling his fingers out and running his tongue over them, “If only you fuckin’ knew how good your pussy tasted.” He ran his tongue over his lips.
Without warning his cock was shoved into you roughly, and you cried out as he filled up your pussy all at once.
He thrusted his hips against yours, you already knew you really weren’t going to last long at all.
He had already brought you to the brink of climaxing and it wasn’t going to take much more to send you over the edge completely.
He bite down into your neck and groaned as he continued to pump away at you.
Your moans continued to get louder and it only encouraged Negan more.
“Fuck.. I can’t.. Negan!” You screamed out as your orgasm came over you before you could control yourself.
You screamed so loudly that he had to bring his hand up to your mouth, his fingers digging into your cheek to muffle your moans as he continued to ride you throughout your orgasm without slowing down.
He felt so fucking good inside of you.
“Cum for me, darlin’. Everybody is gonna know who this fuckin’ pussy belongs to.” He grunted back in satisfaction, “How many more times will you cum for me before I’m fuckin’ finished?”
You breathed heavily as your screaming began to die down to a series of moans again, Negan’s hips still grinding roughly into yours.
He had already all but worn you out and he wasn’t even done, but you craved more.
It only took a couple of minutes before you had reached your second orgasm, and it was even better than the first.
The pleasure you were feeling was so intense that it was almost starting to turn into a form of torture.
Negan began to bite down on the back of you neck hard as you whimpered and cried out for him as he kept up a steady rhythm.
“Shit.” He growled against your skin as he wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you down firmly onto his cock a few more times, “Goddamn, you’re about to make me fuckin’ cum, baby.” He slammed you down hard one last time and you could feel the warmth as he spilled out inside of you.
He grunted roughly as he held you in the postion for a bit longer as he leaned his head against the back yours.
You licked your lips and reached up to wipe away the sweat that had begun to bead on your forehead.
He bit down on your neck one last time before you collapsed forward onto the table, and sighed in a satisfied tone.
“I needed that.” You smiled as you let yourself cool off.
“You and me fuckin’ both.” Negan breathed as he pulled himself out of you and buttoned his pants back up.
Once you composed yourself you stood back up, gathering up your clothes to put them back on, “I’ll never look at that pool table the same way.”
“Good. It needed to be fuckin’ broken in.” Negan smirked, pulling you towards him, giving you a hard kiss.
“Maybe we can play an actual game next time.” You laughed.
“Shit, when I see a pool table I’m just gonna wanna fuck you on it.” He scoffed and had a smug look on his face.
“I’m not opposed to the idea.”
“That’s my fuckin’ girl.”
You leaned against the table, “You’re not gonna kill anyone tomorrow, are you?”
Negan gave you a look as if he was surprised by the question, “How would I fuckin’ know, darlin’? If they cooperate, I won’t fuckin’ have to.”
You nodded back, “Fair enough, but I don’t think Daryl would go back there. If you want my opinion.”
“I don’t fuckin’ expect to find him there. But I appreciate the goddamn input.” He said, putting his jacket back on.
You squinted at him, “Then why are we going?”
“To let them know I’m done being fuckin’ nice. Believe it or fuckin’ not, darlin’, I’ve been fuckin’ merciful to them.” He spoke as a serious look came over his face again.
“I know that it could get worse, Negan.” You lowered your head for a momemt, thinking about all of the things you had seen him do to people since you had been with him, but you knew that there was so much more he was capable of.
The rest of that night was quiet, but there were more men on guard duty than before to keep an eye out for Daryl, and to protect the compound if Daryl came back with more than just himself.
Once you made sure that David and the other two were situated, you retired back to Negan’s room for the night to shower and rest up for tomorrow.
You didn’t know what was going to happen, and any trip to Alexandria made you nervous, but with shit continually hitting the fan your anxiety was at a new high.
“What are we gonna do with the new ones?” You asked as you laid in bed beside him.
He glanced over to you, “Who? Those two fuckin’ love birds, and the prick with a hard on for you?”
You rolled your eyes as he kept insisting that David had a thing for you, and even if he did it didn’t matter to you, “Yes.”
He propped his hands behind his head and looked up at the ceiling, “Might as fuckin’ well, they’re your fuckin’ people, time to give those dogs a little fuckin’ training. I don’t fuckin’ trust them to stay here. I mean, when the goddamn cat’s away-”
“The mice will play.” You finished his sentence for him.
He shifted his eyes to you, “You learn fuckin’ fast, darlin’.”
You nodded and gave a seriously look to him, “I had to.” You said as you ran your fingers along the scars on your body.
Negan watched as his face turned into something you had never seen, it looked like guilt, “I know that you did. I would have fuckin’ stopped it if possible.”
A/N: This was mostly written as a personal / cathartic piece. I considered keeping this private, but then I realized someone else out there might need this as badly as I did. This is by far the most emotionally taxing piece I have ever written. The content is heavy and I cried while writing it, so be careful if you choose to read on.Please do not read if you are triggered by self-hate, (self) body-shaming, or similar themes. I would hate to upset anyone else…if you ever need to talk, I’m here.
She trudged down the stairs, praying that her book would be right where she left it. She had little patience for side quests today. Thankfully, there it sat. On the table she’d been sitting at hours prior. Still opened to the page she’d been memorizing on Draught of Living Death.
Hustling toward it, she scooped it up into her arms and turned to head back up to her room. Incredibly eager to fall into her bed and ignore everything for a while. Perhaps forever.
“Remember to make it quick,” Ross lectured you, his seat making a soft noise as he twisted around so he could see you better. “There’s only one truck out front, so you most likely won’t have to worry about any customers interrupting you. Just get the money and get out.“
You nod, trying to listen to every detail he gave you despite the pounding going on inside your head. You hoped he didn’t notice how bad your hands were shaking as you traced your fingertips along the seam of your bright red pants.
“I will,” you promised, “Can we go?“
“Yeah,” Matty answered.
Adam gave you both a quick nod before pulling open the door to the van, and Matty fit the black bandana he’d found over his mouth to complete his look.
“You look so cool,” you said to him, quiet enough so only he heard. Matty had been exceptionally cold to you ever since you volunteered yourself for this heist, but you were hoping that would be enough to chip away at the wall he’d been building up.
Just when you were about to begin crossing the parking lot leading to the small shop, he gripped onto your hand tightly, causing you to turn and face him before tugging you in for a kiss, his lips felt so soft and warm even through the fabric.
She wasn’t in school, it had been two days and she hadn’t stepped foot on Riverdale grounds, her phone was constantly off and when he walked past her house, the light that usually shone through her bedroom window wasn’t lit.
To say he was worried was an understatement.
Walking the halls without her felt wrong, he felt lost and that wasn’t a feeling he particularly enjoyed. He’d skipped out on lunch with the gang these past two days, he didn’t want to stare at her empty spot as they all carried on like nothing was wrong. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.
So that’s what brought him where he currently was, leaning against Veronica lodges locker, headphones over his neck and his fingers tapping the cool metal impatiently. How long did this girl take to get her things together? Suddenly he spotted his raven haired friend, tapping through the halls with her ridiculously high heels. She noticed him immediately sending him a questioning smile.
“Jughead? What’s up? Are you waiting for me?”
He nodded, “I’ve got a question.” Instantly Veronica’s face softened and she smirked slightly “this wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that our very favorite ponytail wearing blonde hasn’t been in school for a couple days, would it?” Blushing slightly at being caught, he nodded quickly “you heard from her?” Veronica threw her textbooks in her locker and held up a perfectly manicured finger “un momento” Jughead rolled his eyes. After Veronica had settled and slammed her locker shut, she turned to him and started walking.
“Betty is kind of going through a rough time right now, I think she’s just staying home and giving herself some super important tlc, I slept over last night and I think she’s okay, a little sad but that’s to be expected.” Veronica said frowning at the thought of her friends sad eyes.
“Why would she be sad? What happened? Is it her mom? Polly?” He was racking his brain trying to figure out what could have gone wrong, meanwhile Veronica was staring at him with a curious expression “you really don’t know?” He looked at her now “no. I really don’t, what’s going on?”
Veronica placed her arm on Jugheads shoulder
“Everyone’s talking about it, Betty got stood up on Sunday. Again. It’s the third time this month. The guys they ask her out, then they don’t show. She waited at pops for two hours and Adam link, stood her up. She hasn’t been at school since, she’s embarrassed Jughead, sad.”
Jughead saw red, three times in a month? What the hell was wrong with this school? Betty was the best damn girl riverdale had and these guys got a chance to take her out and they blew her off? They were all mental it wasn’t normal. She was perfect, all long shiny hair and big blue eyes .her personality was something you couldn’t match, she was funny and smart and had the biggest heart, so what was everyone’s problem? And then for people to be talking about it? This town was dumber than he thought.
“I told her I would meet her at pops today after school, unfortunately it seems I just can’t make it, you wouldn’t happen to want to take my place would you?” Veronica asked, smirking and easing her brow.
Jughead squeezed he shoulder and was just about to run to pops when Veronica grabbed his wrist. “She’s been hurt. A lot. Don’t let it happen again.” Jughead could see how serious she was by the fire in her eyes.
“I won’t.” He promised. Practically sprinting out the front doors.
He made it to pops in record time and spotted his girl instantly, he took a minute to admire her before she noticed him. She really was gorgeous, it was all in the way she carried herself, sure she was insecure but she was strong and that much was obvious, maybe that was why all the guys in this hick town couldn’t give her a chance, they were intimidated. Suddenly her eyes caught his and she smiled.
He smiled back making his way to her
“Juggie!” She smiled softly pushing her milkshake towards him “what are you doing here? Not that I’m mad, but I was expecting Ronnie?” He took the straw in his mouth “Veronica had to finish something at school, she sent me instead. I’d say you got the better end of the deal.” He smirked. She laughed and he cleared his throat “haven’t seen you around school? Haven’t really answered your texts either, even walked by your house a few times”
Betty dropped her eyes to the table
“I’m sorry Jughead, I know I kind of disappeared for a bit, I was working some things out.” He nodded understanding “penny for your thoughts?” She sighed and laid her hands flat on the table
“Am I ugly Jughead?” She asked so straightforward he choked on the milkshake
“What! No.. I mean bets.. no. Not even a little, are you crazy?” She shook her head “maybe I am crazy , maybe that’s why no one wants me.”
She didn’t sound sad per say, just… resolute. But to Jughead that was even worse. He pushed the milkshake out of his way and clutched her hands in his “ no. There is nothing wrong with you, you’re beautiful and kind and were all crazy Betty that has nothing to do with the fact that all the boys in this town are absolute idiots.” She looked into his eyes “but Archie and Adam..” he cut her off “exactly, thanks for proving my point. Idiots. I love arch but the fact that he let you walk out of his life is the stupidest thing anyone can do.”
It was silent for a second and he thought maybe Betty was upset, but then she spoke quietly
“What about you?” She asked
He looked at her confused, still holding her hands “what about me?” She took a deep breathe “are you an idiot.” Jugheads eyes widened and suddenly he wasn’t so afraid
“No, no I’m not. Because if I had the chance to be with you, I would never let you go.”
It was Betty turn for her eyes to go wide, but before he knew it she was squeezing his hands.
“Well what are you waiting for?”
To say he was suprised was an understatement, but when Betty leaned over the table and captured his lips with hers, he was fairly certain he was on another planet. It was everything he imagined. Passion, warmth, affection and most importantly , home.
She pulled away then and leaned into her booth
“I’ve been waiting to do that for years.” She smiled brightly.jughead barked out a laugh and reached for her,
Summary: You and Sam meet up after a little over a year apart. Something about him is different, but you can’t seem to place it. All you can think about is how much he’s grown, how much fun the two of you had as kids together, and how curious you are about what he actually does for a living - oh, and how badly you want to jump his bones.
Word Count: ~3,900
Warnings: canon divergence, Sam using his powers, Crowley being a dick, demon blood stuff (mildly graphic), cursing, angst, smut (oral - female receiving, fingering, unprotected sex)
A/N: This is written for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog Trop Challenge. My trope was “friends when kids, now there’s an attraction.” I started writing this a few weeks ago and then my computer crashed and I lost it because I’m an idiot and didn’t save it anywhere. This is not at all what the first version was like, but hey, it’s something.
*Flashbacks are in italics
“Sam Winchester?” You stepped up to the bar and sank down on the stool beside the large man.
He spun on his barstool, sipping from his beer as his eyebrows raised in surprise.
“[Y/N]?” He set his bottle down and opened his arms.
Willingly, you sprung forward and flung yourself into his arms, wrapping yours around his middle and nuzzling your face into his chest.
“Sammy…” You sighed, eyes falling closed as you took in the feeling of your best friends arms wrapped around you.
“Been too long, sweetheart.” He breathed against your hair.
Summary: Things seem to go south once again for the Winchester brothers. You’re left to pick up Dean’s pieces but not before giving
to the person accountable a piece of your mind.
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester
Word count: 1514
Warnings: Season 12 spoilers (If you haven’t watched 12.14, “The Raid” then you should probably do so first), angst.
Author’s Notes: I was supposed to be working on something else, but yesterday’s episodes gave me a lot of feels (as always but that’s another story). This is set right after the fight between Dean and Mary at the beginning of the episode. There is a flashback included in italics.
Hope you like it! <3
You walked into the library, muttering expletives under your breath, only to find Sam
Winchester waiting for you, beer in hand.
Giving him a
half-distracted smile, you mumbled a greeting while he just looked at you,
shaking his head.
“Do I even want to
Sam titled his
head to the left and shot you a perplexed look, his eyes appraising you.
“Let’s just say
that your mum probably isn’t fond of me right now.”
Sam sighed and
brought the green bottle to his lips, drinking.
“You’re right. I
don’t want to know.” He told you when he was done and you nodded and leaned
against the table.
“Is Dean still in
Go.” He agreed, nodding. When you were ready to leave, he grabbed your hand in
his huge one and squeezed it. “And thank you. For standing up for us…”