shake your body down (to the ground)

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Sam

As much as you wanted your brothers to stay with you in the Bunker you told them to go. Those victims and to be victims needed Hunters to take the case before anything got worse. These people were dying. You were fine…weren’t you?

Sam and Dean knew you struggled with mental health issues, which is why they were reluctant to leave you, but you promised them you’d be fine. How could you be fine? 

Your breathing was deep and heavy as you reached for your phone. It didn’t take long for him to pick up: “Y/N?” Sam’s worried voice was supposed to fill you with relief, but instantly guilt washed over. “Hey Sweetheart, you okay?” He spoke much more quickly this time.
“Yeah I’m fine…uh…” You tried to think of a reason to call that would convince him you were telling the truth. “I knew we shouldn’t have left you…” He sighed.

“Sammy everything’s fine.”

“Then why are you calling me? Bug, it’s okay to not be okay. I’m proud of you for calling.” His soft loving voice made you well up with tears.
“I just feel so empty.” You whispered, tears trickling down your cheeks.

“Hey shh, it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay I promise.”

You nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “I miss you.” You sobbed, trying your best to hold it in, but ultimately failing.
“I miss you too, love. Dean can handle the case on his own I’m coming back, okay?”
“Are you sure? I’m not worth it, Sammy. There are people’s lives at stake-”
“Don’t put yourself down like that Y/N. You’re just as important and I’m not gonna let you suffer. I’m coming home….Love you, sis.”
“Love you too Sammy, hug De for me?”
“Of course.”


Dean

You didn’t want to wake him but this was important. Creeping down the hallway, your body visibly shaking from crying, you made your way to your brothers room.
You quietly closed the door behind you, your feet padding on the ground as you made your way over to him. He was asleep.

“D-Dean?” You managed, your lip trembling.
Immediately he was awake -Hunters instincts. After his initial panic, he calmed down. But not for long as he noticed your state.

“Y/N?” He got up from his bed and rushed toward your sobbing figure.

“Sweetheart what’s wrong?” He knelt down so he was eye level with you. His gentle hand tucked away a strand of hair behind your ear, his hand lightly resting on your cheek before he held his arms out for you. You collapsed into him, his arms enveloped you in a hug as he held you close.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” He cooed, his arm stroking your hair as you sobbed into his chest.
He knew you struggled with depression, he knew you didn’t need to talk about it sometimes but just a shoulder to cry on. Dean was there for you whatever the need.

He gently led you to his bed where you sat next to him, still clutching on to him for dear life.
He continued to hold you, breathing with you, reassuring you through the occasional whisper and kissing your forehead.
You stayed there for quite some time, even when your sobs died down to sniffles then to nothing.
You remained, your head resting on his chest, the fabric of his flannel shirt a comfort of its own.

“I’m sorry.” You finally said, looking up at him with sad eyes.
“No you don’t have to be sorry, sweet.” He assured you, rubbing your back “Not ever. I’m proud of you, so so proud of you.”
You nodded against him, not wanting to get up from his comfort.

“If you want to talk about anything, me and Sam are always here. Always.”
“Thank you.” You managed a weak smile.
“Come on, you can sleep with me tonight.” He let you go to shuffle up so there was room for you to crawl on. You did, curling back up against him and closing your sore eyes
He wrapped his arms round you protectively, reassuring you he was there. Your soar eyes drooped shut as he held you close and lulled you into a deep sleep.

Requested by @winchesterjackson

Request:
Going ahead with my request XD Okay, I have an ideia. Can you do one with that the reader!sister is feeling down and depressive, and Sam notice that and try to cheer her up. (Fluff, pleaase, like I’ve told you lol)
I thought I might as well do both Sam and Dean Idk I guess this blogs been too Sam-centric recently and as much as we love our Moose Squirell deserves some love haha, Hope you liked it! x

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Boss's Orders

Boss’s Orders (m)

Word count: 2.6k

Genre: filth, apparently I have a thing for shameless office sex ;)

I tried a different style of writing for this one… anyway, enjoy.

Originally posted by gotjimin


I was doing some faxing for Mr. Park, my boss. He was making me work late, yet again. He had made me work late a lot these past few weeks. Sometimes a couple of other people were with me but tonight I was the only one left.

He had gotten on to me because one of my reports was messed up. It wasn’t a surprise to me that one out of the twenty I was given, at the same time, was not perfect. Mr. Park always got pretty mad with me for unknown reasons. Or I just was around when he’d need to take his pent up anger out on someone. It was sad that the only reason I put up with him was because I needed this job… and that I was insanely attracted to him. Although, I felt especially attracted to him when he got on to me. There was something about his aggressive, hard voice that made my knees weak and my panties wet. He’d sometimes slam his fist on his desk and i’d have to bit my lip to keep from moaning.

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Star Light, Star Bright

Originally posted by daenso

Star Light, Star Bright
Ship: Shooting Star/ Guardian Angel!Jimin | Reader
Description: When you wish upon a star, you never really think he’d come to visit.
Warnings: Fluff, Intercourse, Fingering, Slight Cum Play, Slight Dirty Talk, ANGST
Word Count: 7,595
A/N: Fluffier (sorta) than my other writings, and maybe not as dirty. It’s still there though. I was starting to think I’d never get around to writing this but I’m so glad I finally finished!

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Heart on the Line (part 4)

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You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU


author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1433
warnings: phone sex

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“Do You Ever Shut Up?”

Request: “Do you ever shut up?” “Make me.” Request: Bucky X Reader smut where the reader and Bucky get really competitive when they spar. The reader is good at trash talk and teasing and Bucky only knows one way to shut her up (kissing, but discovers kissing her neck renders her speechless as well.). Things heat up from there. Requested by @sborrink

Warnings: SMUT. (Pretty much it tbh)

Notes: To say that this is long overdue is an understatement. I’m really sorry, I’ve been going through such bad writers block with school and everything. Nevertheless, I’m really sorry it’s taken me this long to finish even though I started this a month ago. I will try not to let it happen again. But thank you for all of the support from all of my followers. We hit 200! 



“Ha!” You exclaimed in victory as you managed to easily get your foot out of his strong grip after attempting to kick him in the face.

        “Think you can keep me down, old man?”

        You dodged another one of his efforts to grab you and hold you into a lock.

        “I think not!”

        You both stood there breathless across from one another, each of you calculating your next move as you circled around each other.

        “What makes you think I’m not letting you win, short stack?” Bucky replied, still staring you down.

        You ran over towards him, quickly grabbing the training handgun he had hidden under his shirt, pointing it straight at him.

        “That’s how I know.” You chimed.

        You sparred for another good 20 minutes. You both winning the gun, back and forth before anyone could fire any one of the paintballs at one another.

        “Getting tired? We can stop now if you want.” You let out an evil chuckle as he stared at you amusingly.

        You both sat down on the floor, still staring intently across from one another, not trusting that the other wasn’t going to make some type of move.

        “We can stop now if you can admit your defeat.” You huffed, before grabbing for your water bottle. Still not taking your eyes off of him.

        “Do you ever shut up?” Bucky snorted, with a smirk on his face.

        “You weren’t complaining last night.” You retorted, crawling over towards him.

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Cramps & Cozy Baths

Heyyyooo! This is just a small little blurb, because I am having a hellish period right now and the thought of Harry cuddling me makes me feel better!

Warnings: None it’s just cute. Slight mention of nudity?


You hated periods.

You were pretty sure if you were a lesbian who never wanted kids, or just someone who didn’t want kids in general, you would immediately get your tubes tied. Of course, you had to want children in your future, so getting your tubes tied, unfortunately, was not in your near future, and this meant suffering for 5 days every month.

This month, for whatever reason, your cramps were rendering you absolutely useless. For the past two days you had been bundled up in your bedroom, curled around a heating pad with a bottle of Midol on you at all times, but you still felt like your stomach was twisting in on itself and trying to kill you. You had barely touched your phone, and even when you tried, the pain in your stomach was so bad your vision was too blurry from the tears in your eyes to read whatever was on your screen. It was obvious your period was going to be bad this time around, considering you went through half a box of tampons in one day, and you really just wanted to relax in the bath. But, you had just forced yourself to take a shower a few hours earlier, and the thought of leaving the comfort of your bed and your heating pad again made your stomach hurt even more, if that was even possible.

Harry had been worrying about you all day due to your lack of communication, something that was rare between the two of you. You had been best friends for years, and you rarely ever went a day without talking to one another, even if it was just a quick text message to say hello and make sure everything was going well. He immediately noticed that you had been acting off the other day over the phone, and after not hearing from you at all yesterday or today, despite how many times he had called and texted, by 1pm he decided it would be best for him to pop by and make sure you were okay himself. 

The second he slipped the spare key you had given him into the lock and opened the door, he knew something was off. Usually the second he entered your apartment he was assaulted by the scent of whatever candle you were burning that day, the sound of a vinyl blasting through your living room, and the sight of you jumping around the small area with a smile on your face; today, there was absolutely no sign of life in the small apartment, which caused Harry’s worrying to kick into overdrive. The door was quickly shut behind him before he was popping his head into your kitchen, his eyes immediately falling on your cell phone which was currently on the island counter plugged in, meaning you definitely had to be home. Earlier in the day, you had pulled yourself out of bed to grab a bottle of water and ended up leaving your phone downstairs to charge, and you just couldn’t be bothered to go downstairs and grab it when you remembered.

Next, Harry was toeing off his boots quickly before jumping up the small set of stairs you had that lead to your bedroom, and he let out a sigh of relief as he turned the corner and saw your figure lying on your bed through your bedroom door which was currently wide open.

As soon as he entered your bedroom, you could smell him. His cologne was something you had gotten so used to smelling that the scent immediately brought you comfort as it wafted throughout your bedroom, signaling that he was there. You didn’t jump or scream as you felt the bed dipping next to you, all you did was sigh as he wrapped his arm around you and pulled your back against his front, taking on the role of the big spoon (which you would hear about later, when he would say you owed him because he liked to be the little spoon), his hand resting on the heating pad that was over your stomach, and it finally clicked. Harry knew all about your periods, which is to be expected when you’ve been best friends with someone for over 10 years. You had always been very open about it, and Harry always did his best to comfort you; talking about periods never bothered him, after all, he did grow up with his mum and sister, and he felt that acting grossed out about something that was natural was just childish. Periods didn’t bother him whatsoever, he just hated seeing how they affected you every month.

“Had me worried sick, bug,” his voice was quiet, his chin resting on top of your head as his hand slipped in-between your stomach and the heating pad as he began to slowly knead his fingers against your lower stomach, where he knew your cramps were always the worst.

“M’sorry, haven’t been on my phone much,” your voice was rough as you spoke, considering those were the first real words you had spoken in the past two days that weren’t you groaning about pain to yourself.

You could already feel yourself relaxing into Harry as he spoke and his fingers kept working on your stomach, and you were suddenly regretting not grabbing your phone earlier and sending him a quick text, asking him to come over.


Eventually, you ended up falling asleep in Harry’s arms, and he fell asleep not long after you. By the time your cramps decided to come back full force and wake you up, it was now 5pm and even waking up in Harry’s arms wasn’t enough to make the pain go away. You slowly moved out of his arms, forcing yourself out of the bed and into the bathroom, knowing you would need a tampon change and hoping you could find something that was stronger than the midol you had been relying on. Of course, as your luck would have it, the cabinet was empty and the pain in your stomach was so bad you decided to take a seat right on the cold floor, your head leaning against the cabinets. 

It wasn’t long before Harry woke up as well, the lack of warmth from your body causing his body to flip over onto your side and shoot awake when you weren’t there. The light from the bathroom was peaking through a sliver in the door, and he got up slowly, peaking in the bathroom where he saw you now lying on the ground.

“Love,” he groaned, pushing the door open fully as he walked in and kneeled down in front of you, “Should’ve woken me up,” his hand was running through your hair softly as you shrugged, mumbling something about not wanting to bother him, which only caused him to huff and shake his head, “Stubborn, ya kno’ that? Drive me crazy.” As a response, all you did was pout up at him, which he responded to by tugging on your bottom lip lightly before standing up and reaching over to the bathtub to get it started.

“What are you doing?” your head was now tilted towards him, watching as he made sure the temperature was perfect before blocking the drain, letting the water fill the bath.

“M’runnin’ ya’ a bath, what’s it look like silly?” the bag of bath bombs you had next to the bath was now in his hands as he rummaged through it, trying to find your favorite one for when you had cramps, “The warm water will help your cramps, and I’ll stay in here and keep ya’ company so I know you’re okay.”

All you could do was manage a smile, pushing yourself up into a sitting position as you watched Harry tossing the bath bomb into the bath, his eyes widening as he watched it explode with color for a few minutes before his attention was back on you. You were staring up at him, a fond smile on your lips as he raised his eyebrows at you, reaching his hands down and signaling you to grab onto them, which was met with a grunt from you as you slapped your hands into his, letting him pull you up.

Harry had seen you naked plenty of times, that was something that was bound to happen in years of friendship. Neither of you were a stranger to barging in on one another completely in the nude, so when Harry’s fingers wrapped around the hem of your shirt and started to tug it off, you didn’t even flinch, all you did was raise your arms so he could toss it off. No matter how many times Harry had seen your boobs though, he couldn’t help the way his eyes wandered on them longer than they definitely should, but who could blame him? You had really nice boobs, which he had told you before, to be fair.  The next thing to be thrown off were your panties, before Harry was helping you into the bathtub and tossing your discarded clothes into the laundry hamper that was next to the door.

“S’the water okay?” he had pulled up the makeup chair you had in your bathroom next to the tub, and you gave him a nod and a smile as you leaned your back against the tub wall. Due to the bath bomb, the only thing that could be seen through the water was a slight outline of your body, but nothing else.

“Thank you,” you spoke up after a moment of sitting in the water, the scent of your bath bomb and the warm water working to relax your muscles, and stomach. 

“F’course, bug,” he smiled down at you, his hand playing with your hair that was falling over the side of the tub, his fingers massaging your scalp every now and then.

“Can you braid my hair?” a few moments of comfortable silence had passed before you spoke up, sitting up in the tub and bringing your knees to your chest as you looked at him with wide and hopeful eyes. A laugh left his lips as he nodded, and you smiled wide as you turned so your back was now facing him and your head was tilted against his lap as he began to run his fingers through your long hair, separating it and beginning the braid.


Harry was currently bouncing around your kitchen as you sat at the table, your eyes following him as he whipped together a dinner for you two, even though you had protested and said you could just order take out. He refused, of course, because he knew you probably hadn’t eaten because of your cramps and your first meal wasn’t going to be take out. You had spent a good amount of time in the bath, and by the time Harry was helping you out and finding you a shirt to wear (he had opted for a sweater that was his that he found hidden in your drawer, being sure to comment that it looked better on you anyways) your cramps had finally dissipated. 

You had been in love with Harry for as long as you could remember, and times like this only made your feelings for him intensify, even though you knew you would never act on them. You didn’t want to lose Harry, because at the end of the day he was your best friend, and you couldn’t live without him. But, that didn’t stop you from coming up behind him in the kitchen and wrapping your arms around him tightly from behind, your cheek resting against his tone back.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you mumbled quietly, and you could feel Harry’s hands sliding over yours that were resting on his stomach and lacing with yours, giving your hands a soft squeeze.

“Always gonna take care of ya,” one of his hands slipped out of yours, and you heard him turning the stove off and pushing the pot with spaghetti off of the burner before he was turning around in your arms, wrapping his own around you and pulling you in closer to him, “Wish you would’ve called me earlier though, could’ve been here all week.” he was sincere as he spoke, and you knew 100% that he wouldn’t hesitate to stay with you an entire week, just making sure you felt better and were being taken care.

“Nooo, couldn’t keep you from all your friends for that long just to take care of little ole’ me. Not that important,” you shrugged, your chin resting on his chest as you looked up at him and he frowned down at you. His arms unwound themselves from around you and only seconds later his hands were on either side of your face, holding your cheeks as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“F’course you’re important, bug. Most important person in m’life, ya kno’ that,” his nose was bumping with yours in an eskimo kiss, something you two did often without even really thinking about it, “Wouldn’t wanna be anywhere but here, takin’ care of you, to be honest.”

You didn’t respond, because you didn’t really know how to without spilling your guts to him, so you just bumped your nose back against his, letting your eyes fall closed as you relaxed into his body. In the next minute though, his lips were on yours and you completely froze for a second, causing him to start to pull back which quickly snapped you out of it and your hand reached behind his neck quickly, refusing to let him tilt his head back as you pressed your lips firmly against his again until both of your lips were moving in sync. You were now backed up into the island, his body pressed as close to yours as it could get as his hands slipped under your (his) sweater, resting on your hips as his fingers dug into your skin softly, and both of your bodies felt as if they were going to explode any second, but in the best way possible.

Harry had no idea what came over him, but he knew he had been wanting to kiss you for years and for some reason, standing in your kitchen at that moment, he just couldn’t hold it back anymore. He had realized throughout the day that taking care of you was one of his favorite things to do, and he really wouldn’t mind doing it for the rest of your lives. But, he didn’t want to do it at as a friend. He wanted to be able to lean over and kiss you on the lips whenever he felt like it, rather than having to settle for kisses on your forehead or cheek.

Eventually you both had to pull back for air, your breathing ragged as you looked up at him through your eyelashes, both of your cheeks flushed and a wide smile now on Harry’s face.

“Have no clue how long v’been wanting to do that,” and you couldn’t help but laugh as the words left his lips, because of course you did.

“Think I’ve been wanting you to do it even longer.”

All Harry did was smile, his thumb running along your cheekbone as he looked down at you, and he felt as if his heart was about to burst out of his chest.

“Does this mean ya’ mine? Cause I don’ wanna kiss and then neither of us talk about it and be confused. I’d really like for you to be mine,” his words were rushed as he spoke, and you could see his cheeks deepening, the blush creeping down his throat, and all you could do was wrap your arms around his waist and place your lips on his once more, hoping that was a good enough answer for him.

Maybe you didn’t hate periods so much anymore.

Distraction (Jughead x Reader Smut)

Prompt: Hi!! Your writing is fantastic! I wanted to request a smutty one shot (or more if you decide to keep the story going) where Jughead is trying to finish up typing on his research and the reader is just horny and wants his attention and he’s not having it and then the reader takes matters into their own hands which leads jughead no choice but to comply because he can’t ignore the readers moans?

A/N: I love this request! I hope I did it justice. As always, I write the characters as a few years older when I write these requests. (Some of you didn’t know this.) ALSO If you don’t like Jughead smut, please don’t read it then. I’m tired of getting messages and other rude things. This is fanFICTION. (Not real!) Anyways, Requests are welcome!

Warning: Light smut, Reader’s a tease.

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the bitter taste.

Originally posted by berezneva-tw

pairing: derek hale x reader

warnings: swearing, character death, angst. 

AN: i just needed to write something and cry, lol. just a small drabble-like piece which hasn’t been edited and might get deleted eventually. 

a bitter taste rose in your mouth as you turned your head away from jennifer and derek. the sight of her clutching onto him like her life depended on it and the smitten smile on your friends face was enough to make bile threaten to rise in your throat.

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Party

Originally posted by taesyong

MATURE

Warnings: Public

The entire house seems to be packed from top to bottom. There are people dancing in the living room, people mixing drinks in the kitchen, and couples connected in lip locks lining the stairs. The bass from whatever rap song is pouring through the speakers shakes the house and you’re almost certain that the cops will be there to shut you down at some point in the near future but you can’t really bring yourself to care.

Johnny’s hands are on your hips and his lips occasionally brush butterfly kisses along the exposed skin of your shoulder as the two of you mingle with a group of friends on the back porch. Everyone seems to be in a good mood, the party is in full swing, and the night is just getting started. But every time his fingers brush along the sliver of exposed skin at your hip, you can’t wait for the party to be over.

You know that he’s trying to get you back for your teasing earlier in the morning. He’s trying to get you back for the peeks of lingerie and the promise of a spectacular birthday gift (only to later find out that it was concert tickets, which he was still excited about but he’d gotten his hopes up for sex). But you also know that neither of you are the most patient of people. The teasing can only last so much longer before one, or both, of you snap.

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Forgotten (Jughead Jones)

Warning ⚠️: Physical abuse, Spoilers of episode 6 and swearing

You and Jug were friends before Archie and him got into a fight, so you were the only thing he could rely on, when they stopped being friends you had to pick a side and of course you picked Jughead’s.

You guys became inseparable and you developed a crush on Jug with time, but unlike Betty and Archie, you decided to throw your feelings away because you knew as a matter of fact Jug didn’t liked you back, so why would you bother?.

Now in sophomore year, Jug and you seemed to drift apart, especially with him being on the school newspaper, no matter if he was doing that or writing his book Betty was always with him, but when they kissed.

That’s when you realized you were actually in love with Jughead but also you realized that you might’ve lost your best friend for ever

She replaced you, and Jughead didn’t even notice.

Your dad was an alcoholic who bet the crap out of you, and only Jughead knew about it.

“You little rat” your dad shuttered drunkenly as he threw a cristal bottle in your direction, the shattered pieces scratched your skin, your blood falling to the floor. “I’m so sick of you” he said and punched you right on the cheekbone, the pain flowing all over your body as he threw you to the ground and kept hitting you mercilessly.

You squirmed around, screaming and crying begging him to stop, he pushed you to the counter away from him, you hit your back against the wood loudly as he reached for his gun, pointing it right at your head from the distance.

Your eyes opened widely as she put her shaking hands in the air as a sign of surrender “Dad…” you called him in a whisper “Please, put the gun down” you shuttered as calmly as you could, but your father pulled the trigger and you closed your eyes shut, and you opened them again, realizing he missed and passed out because of the alcohol.

You didn’t twice before running back to your bedroom, you grabbed a bag and put some stuff in there, clothes, money, your phone, anything that could be useful. When your bag was done you left the house and hide on a cheap motel near.

The day after your father reported you missing, and of course everyone at school found out. Jughead felt responsible for your disappearance.

He ignored you and his mind couldn’t stop thinking of the worst escenarios possible. What if you were dead?

His heart sunk.

It would be his fault, because he wasn’t there when you most needed him.

That was why when he heard you went missing he didn’t think twice before going after you “Juggy!” Betty said coming after him, he turned around “Were are you going?” She asked

“I’m sorry, I have to look for her, if something happens to her it would be my fault” he urged and Betty looked at Jughead with sweetness
“Let me come with you” she said but Jughead stopped her
“No Betty, I have to do this alone” he stated and she nodded letting him leave

He looked around Riverdale, because he knew that you would never leave without him, no matter how bad things were between you two. Then he remembered the little cheap hotel were you both stayed when they closed the In and Out movies.

You had to be there, you had to be okay.

He entered the place completely nervous, practically throwing himself to the receptionist who looked at him weirdly “Have you seen a girl with H/C hair and E/C eyes?” He asked hopefully and the receptionist looked at him before sighing

“Room 620, here’s the other key” she said handing the key over to Jughead who smiled widely

“Thank you!” He said before running away to the room. He put the key on the lock, the door opened almost immediately. When he saw you a weight was lifted off his shoulders “Y/N! You’re…” he beamed but soon stopped when he noticed your bruises and scratches

“Oh wow, you remember my name, yay me!” You exclaimed sarcastically turning your attention back to the tv, ignoring Jughead’s confused expression as he walked over to you

“What do you mean? Y/N you’re my best friend!” He said in disbelief and you stood up facing Jughead

“Am I? Because now you seem pretty cozy with your new girlfriend Betty or whatever the hell she is!” You spat “

I had a gun pointed at my fucking head Jughead!” His eyes opened widely
“I was this close to be buried 6 feet on the ground like Jason but you didn’t knew because you were too busy making out with Betty!” By now you were screaming, Jughead was silent

“Y/N…” he whispered coming closer
“Shut up” you cut him off
“Just listen!” He pleaded

“JUST SHUT UP” you yelled at him making him flicker slightly “Don’t worry, I’ll come back to school tomorrow and let you know when I’m about to die” she said the last thing sarcastically

“It would be something like ‘He Jug, guess what? I’m dead! But I hope you have a good day anyway’ how about that?” she said with fake happiness

“Stop joking about something like that!” He yelled coming closer to you, he was furious “Stop thinking that I don’t care! Because I do, more than you know” he said looking hurt about his friend’s words

“I care about you more than I do or ever did about anyone” he confessed grabbing her by the arms as he looked into her eyes

“Even Archie?” She asked
“Hell I even care more about you than Betty!” He scoffed jokingly, but both of you knew that he was serious, you both laughed at his comment, but then there was a silence and you couldn’t help but stare at his thin pink lips and he also stared at yours.

You looked at each other and started to slowly lean in, looking between your eyes and lips and when you were inches away from kissing you spoke “What are we doing?” You asked, your hot breath hitting his mouth

“I don’t know or care” he whispered back finally locking your lips with his, the butterflies on your stomach were unstoppable, and Jughead slipped his hand on your waist to pull you close slowly.

You both knew it was bad, but you’ll figure it out, you always do.

“I need a place to stay.” Fp Jones x Reader

TITLE - “I need a place to stay.”
WARNINGS - Swearing, Sexual Scenes, Blood.
WORD COUNT - 2,686
A/N - So I couldn’t kind of get this idea out of my head and after such an overwhelming response for little ol’ me on my last one shot, I just knew I had to post another. This is one of my favourites. So I really hope you like it. Let’s just say things get kind of hot…


Slamming the door loudly and in distress, you stormed down the metal steps and down onto the dirt below. You were furious right now. Your whole body was shaking with the adrenaline that was circling around your body. You couldn’t even see anything but red. And that wasn’t just from the blood that was dripping down from the forehead.

You couldn’t believe what had happened tonight. Actually you could. Because it was a disaster waiting to happen. Like a volcano waiting to erupt and it did tonight. The explosion had just occurred right in front of your very eyes and you were cut up in the cross fire.

Bringing your head up to the sky, almost to ground yourself back down from the anger, you saw the darkness above. Almost similiar to the one in your body right now. But this one had large gloomy clouds covering it, the heavy rain now starting to lash down covering the floor below, just as much as the ones in your eyes wanted to do.

But you couldn’t do that here. You couldn’t break down the way you wanted to out here in the open. You had to go to the only place you could seek refuge for the rest of the night.

Shaking your head, you took a deep breathe and began your journey across the park, your eyes staring intently ahead, trying to ignore the rain splashing around you, as well as any watchful gazes from those who were still up and out, even in the early hours of the morning.

Once you reached your destination, your hands gripped around the metal railing and you forced your muddy covered boots up the steps to the front door. Bringing your bloody fist up to the door, you winced as you knocked on it a few times, hoping they were home and would be able to help.

Because you needed them. Maybe way more than you knew you did. But still. You needed him.

Within a matter of moments, the door to the trailer opened up quickly and an irritated looking man stood behind it, but once he saw it was you stood there, clothes drenched from the rain, blood covering several parts of your body and a look of desperation on your face, it softened.

“I need a place to say.” You told him, your voice soft and your words more of a demand than a suggestion.

Stepping away from the door, Fp allowed you to come inside, not even wanting an explanation as to why, because even just seeing you in this state was enough to make him want to bring you inside and help you through whatever was going on.

But he had a good idea what had caused her so much sorrow tonight.
Coming into the trailer, you went straight over to the cool box in the living room and brought a beer out. Quickly you snapped the lid off of the bottle and took a large swig from the liquid, whilst Fp stood against the side of the wall watching you curiously.

You avoided his eyes on you as you came and took a seat down on the couch, your hands still shaking and your breathing heavy, but now you could just sit down and chill out for a moment, in the safety of this mans home, you knew you would be in a better place soon.

Fp left you for a moment by yourself, you presumed to let you have a moment to calm down, but when he came back through with first aid kit, you knew what was going to come next. It wasn’t just going to be him healing your physical wounds, he would want to know the rawness you felt inside too.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?” He asked as he came over to you.

You shrugged your shoulders at him, “Depends what you want to hear.”

“The truth would be a good start.” Fp bent down in front of you, before he laid the box down on the table behind and opened it up.

“Let’s just say the destruction we all knew what was waiting to happen did finally happen tonight.” You kept your answer brief.

Fp raised his brows up at you slightly, as he brought out some rubbing alcohol to clean your wounds, “You talking about your sister-in-law?”

“Yeah, that bitch.” You grumbled, before taking another swig out of your beer as Fp took hold of your wrist.

“Your brother find out about the affair?” He began to dap the cuts on your knuckles lightly with some cotton, but even that caused you to wince and stop drinking your beer.

Fp rolled his eyes to look at you after hearing your sudden reaction to what he was doing, it wouldn’t have been the first time his touch had sent you over the edge, but that was a story for another time.

“Yep,” You rubbed your lips together uneasily, from both the memories of the last couple of hours, but also from the stinging on your skin, “he saw it with his own two eyes down at the Whyte Worm.”

“And how did he react?” Fp then questioned, before he went to change the cotton for the next wound.

“How do you think he reacted?” You spat back at him, not aiming your anger towards him, but at this whole messy situation, “he was pissed, Fp. He flipped. I flipped.”

“I can see that.” He couldn’t help but smirk, as he brought his face up to meet with yours.

You rolled your eyes at his amusement towards your choice of retaliation, about to go take another sip from your beer, when you suddenly felt his fingers graze the top of your forehead, brushing a few strands of your hair away from your face and your gaze fell straight onto his.

Looking back at him, you felt your stomach drop slightly at his touch on you, his fingers so light and gentle on your face, the last time they had been like that had been many weeks ago, things hadn’t been this close between you two for a long time and it felt just as good as it always did.

But this time it was different. So different. So much had happened.

Noticing your reaction to what he did, Fp tried to ignore the tension now rising in the room and went back to caring for your wounds, as he dabbed the cut on your forehead, where your sister-in-law had thrown a glass at you and it had just skimmed across your skin before crashing into the wall behind.

Swallowing away the lump that had formed in your throat, you cleared it quickly and went back to retelling the story, “She followed us back here. She tried to get him to forgive her and take her back. And I’m sure at one point he was going to, until I stepped in and told her to go, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer..”

Fp finished cleaning the wound, before he leant over and took some gauze tape out of the box, before he began to stick it over the cut on your forehead, wanting to make sure you would heal nicely, both on the outside and in, so he just let you continue on.

“So I tried to drag her out of the trailer, but she just wouldn’t leave, so my brother stepped in, but even his attempts failed, because everytime she kept coming back and trying to worm her way back into his head,” You explained further, as you leant across to put your half drunken beer on the table,

But Fp took it back off and took a swig out of himself, this story enough to make anyone wanting to drink away the drama, but also because he couldn’t deal with this sexual atmosphere that was still lingering in the background at such a serious time.

He wasn’t even sure you felt it too.

But you could. And you did feel it. So very much. It was so strong.

“And I just lost it,” You said as Fp’s eyes came back onto you and his eyes trailed down to the blood that was seeping through your t-shirt, specks of it peeking out the top round the neckline on your skin, so close to where your chest and cleavage were,

And there was that tension, it grew more and more, with just a simple look.

“I-i-i just flipped….”

You found yourself now lost for words, as your eyes met with his once more, your chest tightened and your stomach began to churn with excitement and nerves, the way Fp was looking at you was sending you over the edge.

This man. He made you forget everything. He made you feel so alive even in the dark. Fp jones had you so good.

“I..” Fp even found himself struggling to form a sentence, before he cleared his own throat huskily, “w-what happened there?”

“Uh,” Your gaze dropped down to your chest, where Fp’s own kept moving from your face and to this area of your body, before you confessed what else happened  "that’s not my blood. It’s hers.“

Fp couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, whether it was a nervous one or just one of humour to hear this, "What? What did you do to her?”

“Don’t worry she’s still alive and walking, I mean, just about anyway…” You explained with a small smirk, as you stood up and shrugged yourself out of your leather biker jacket, “I could have done a lot worse.”

“Not a doubt in my mind.” He smirked, as he watched you walk round and headed over to the kitchen.

“Do you think I could borrow a shirt? I mean, I’ll give it back, but I don’t fancy having that snakes blood on my body for a second more.” You said, as you daringly took off your t-shirt to reveal your red lacy bra.

Fp’s eyes lit up slightly to see you stood there, bloody shirt in one hand, the other on your hip, the lacy garment covering your chest, but Fp knew what was behind there, and you knew how teasing this would be for him, but it made all more fun and you needed some fun.

“I take that as a yes.” You spun round on your hip and began to walk through to his room, when you felt his hands quickly wrap around your waist and stop you from moving any further.

Your breath hitched in your throat at his large and warm hands on your body again, his skin touching your own, for the first time in a long time and it felt so damn good to feel it again, it sent shivers to erupt over your skin and this time round, Fp knew what he was doing to you.

“You might have not killed that girl tonight,” He whispered huskily in your ear from behind you, as your teeth grazed against your bottom lip, trying to fight off the uncontrollable smile that was going to plaster all over your face, “but you’re definitely killing me..”

Slowly spinning round to face Fp, your gently laid your hands down on the black t-shirt that covered his chest and looked up at his face, his frame towering over your slightly, “Fp Jones, I thought we agreed..”

“Screw the agreement,” He hissed back at you, looking around your whole face with a smile, “I’m glad you came here, (y/n).”

“Me too.” You smiled back.

A few weeks ago, well many weeks ago, after the last time you had given into the feelings you two had discovered you shared for each other, you had agreed to stay away from each other to try let things simmer out.

Fp was still married to Glady Jones, his wife and he had two children, a son and a daughter, who were still kids. It wasn’t fair on them to rip the family apart more than it already had been. And you respected them all enough to stay away.

But tonight had been so different and hard not to run back to Fp. He had promised to be there for you when you needed him. The same way you told him you would be there when he was ready.

Yet things had happened tonight. And there was no way you wanted to wait a second longer. It had put too much in perspective. You wanted to be with Fp Jones. You needed to be.

Letting go of you, Fp took off the black and white plaid shirt that was covering his upper body and handed it over to you. You went to take it from him, wanting to put it on and wear his shirt, when he moved it away stopping you doing so.

Frowning back at him in confusion, Fp shook his head with a small chuckle, “not yet. We still need to finish cleaning you up first.”

Without even giving you a chance to respond and question him, Fp quickly picked you up and held you high with his hands on the backs of your thighs, your hands came around his neck as you giggled helplessly.

He lowered your body slightly, so your face came into the same level his, before he leaned a little closer, your faces inches apart, as you sighed and felt the tension rise once more. Your eyes teasingly flickered from his eyes down to his lips, wanting to test the water and see if this was what he truly wanted tonight.

Because this was what you wanted. This was what you needed more than anything.

Catching your gaze with his own, Fp broke the gap between the two of you and kissed you, gently and slowly at first, but as he felt you sigh into the kiss and pull him closer, he turned up the heat and embraced you passionately.

Carrying your body and his own out of the kitchen, Fp went over to his bathroom and pulled open the door, he began to take off his shoes as he continued to kiss you, and you kissed him back just as hard, your hands tangling round the back of you, were you took off your bra and let it slide down onto the floor below.

Pulling out of the kiss, Fp grinned back at you as you did the same, before moving your lips onto his jaw, kissing along his stubble as your fingers played with the hairs on the back of his neck, knowing it would send him over the edge as he struggled to turn on the shower beside the two of you.

Once the water was on and working, Fp carefully stood your body back down onto the floor, as you slipped out of your own shoes, whilst he began to take off his pants. You couldn’t help but step back over to him, stopping him from going any further and instead you began to take off his shirt.

The garment dropped to the floor seconds later, before your hands trailed down from his smooth chest and onto his stomach, one of your favourite parts of his whole body, the way it felt up against your own naked body was one of the most comforting things.

Breaking that space between the two of you again, you kissed Fp strongly before you motioned him towards the shower cubicle. Not wanting to waste another moment, Fp picked you back up and stepped under the water with you.

Just like the rain that was crashing down outside. The water collided with your bodies, the two of you still stood in your jeans, but your bare chest exposed and touching, as Fp brought you to your feet again.

The kiss never breaking, not even once, as the water began to wash away the drama of that night, making way for the sun that would rise in the morning, one that was full of warmth and security in the only place you wanted to stay, where Fp also wanted you to stay.

86. Really Rough, Shovey Sex

Word Count: 944
Written by: @persephone-is-here-omg

A/N: This is probably the worst.

Originally posted by ancsa-p

“Wanna say that again, Baby girl?” Bucky’s eyes were dark, his pupils dilated almost all the blue gone “Running that sweet little mouth'a yours and snapping at me all day” You’ve been acting like a brat and you want Bucky to snap and fuck that brattiness out of you, so you keep pushing. Just a little bit more. Just to get what you need. You move to leave him talking alone, and you know he hates that, so he snakes his metal arm around your waist and pulls you roughly against him, almost knocking the air out of you “Oh, no… You’re not goin’ anywhere, sugar” 

You’re writhing and trying to shove him away, because you know that’ll make him even madder at you “Let me go” He doesn’t. He knows that if you really wanted him to let you go you would use your safe word “Get off me” Bucky pushes you against the table, and with a hand on the back of your neck pushes your head down, he shoves your legs open with his thigh, the hand on the back of your neck fisting your hair. 

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Note: This happend a few years ago, so I’m not sure about which classes we were and don’t remember any names involved with this campaign the dialogue was somewhat like how I’m gonna note it down. It was also one of my first campaigns and we didn’t really do a in and out of character thing outside of conversations with NPC’s back then.

a friend and I were in a tower which was next to a mud swamp, in the swamp we previously aquired some mud-worm as a pet (which needed to be covered with mud every few hundred steps or sth).

It all started in front of a door.

Me(ooc): I’m taking a look at the door.

DM: It is a sturdy door with no keyhole.

Me(ooc): hmm… alright. I go through it and take a look at the room on the other side.

*Friend follows with his character*

DM: *places around 10-12 small enemies in the room* They have noticed you.

Me: Uhm, hello. It seems we’ve gotten lost can you tell us the way to (different building which was near the tower)?  [sidenote: we were already in the second or third floor of the tower]

one of the enemies: You shoudn’t be here. Now you’re going to be our prisoners.

DM: They draw their weapons.

Me(ooc): I leave the room.

DM: *moving only my figure out of the room* The door closes behind you. It is now locked.

Me(ooc): I… meant together with (friend’s name)…

*Friend proceeds to look at me angrily*

Me(ooc): Do I still have an action?

DM: yes.

I decided to roll strength against the door, failing, and then proceeded to throw my body against the door, which opened it.

DM: Your character is now in a knocked down state, he will get up again in 3 turns.

Me(ooc): Shit.

Friend(ooc): I call for the mudworm.

*ground shaking*

*mudworm appears out of the ground* [which means it must have dug through at least two floors and the empty space between, because we left him outside in order to not have to use too much mud]

Friend: Alright wormy it’s lunchtime!

and then the worm proceeded to eat all the enemies. We didn’t get any exp but at least we lived.

Little Girl - Void!Stiles [Smut]

Authors: @dumbass-stilinski and @writing-obrien 

Character(S): Void!Stiles/Reader, Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 3009

Notes: Warning! This fic is not for the faint of heart. If BDSM bothers you, then please do not read. This fic contains Daddy kink, bondage, spanking, blindfolding, biting, a hostage situation, oral (both) and bruising/marking and cutting. Please remember that while BDSM is tons of fun, it can also be dangerous if you don’t know what you’re doing, so don’t try this at home unless you’re experienced, and remember that aftercare is very important as well!


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Lucky Star

Word Count: ~1800

Pairing: Sehun/Reader

Notes: ceo! au // strong language

don’t cry tonight after the darkness passes, baby don’t cry tonight it’ll become as if it never happened

You stumble out of the bar, dragging your heels and bag behind you. Your disheveled hair reeks of vodka and mixed cocktails, the smell making you gag every second. It’s 2am on a Tuesday night, and you’re wasted on the empty streets, jobless and abandoned.

The alcohol-suppressed memories dance around your hazy mind, and any recollection of the atrocity that happened this afternoon makes you sick. You wobble through the dark, empty path only lit by a flickering yellow street lamp near the end. Somewhere down the line, your legs give in, and you collapse onto the cold graphite road, making your exposed thighs shiver. You wince and groan, pulling yourself onto the wall of a nearby store, which closed hours ago.

“Just my fucking luck,” you curse at your phone, whose screen remain lifeless. You throw your head back onto the wall and stare at the swirling buildings. How can someone lose everything in one night?

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Centuries in the Making: Part 4

Prompt: Description: An average human, an Original Vampire, and a bond so strong no magic can break it. New Orleans is in for a hell of a ride.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3


    You find yourself unable to sleep. Despite the big bed, the soft mattress, and the exhausting past few days, you find yourself restless. Your mind is running with the information Kol had given, turning it over in your head, again and again. You were someone who liked to have a plan. You wanted to know your next move, and that simply wasn’t an option at that moment in time.

    Elijah had been forced to leave shortly after Kol, some emergency a few blocks away that had to be dealt with. He’d left with several backwards glances, and you’d been left with a hollow feeling.  And now, here you were, longing for him. You felt that tug, telling you to go hunt his ass down, and snuggle into his arms. And a part of that bugged you.

    You didn’t know the man. Didn’t know his birthday, his favorite color, or favorite song. All you knew was that he was an ancient vampire, with several very annoying siblings. Still, when two days pass without him showing up, a pit settles in your stomach. You do your best to set it aside, and at some point Klaus puts you on babysitting duty.

    You’re fine with that. You keep Hope with you at all times. It keeps your mind off of your missing soulmate, and makes you feel somewhat accomplished at keeping her safe. The fact that Klaus is also scarce helps things.

    You make your way out of your bed and to the nursery. You smile at Hope, fast asleep, and that’s when the pain hits. It’s a soul wrenching pain that brings you to your knees. When your cries wake the baby, you do your best to quiet them. Right up until you pass out.

    That’s how Klaus finds you; unconscious on the floor, with Hope crying in her crib. He watches from the corner of his eye as Hayley rushes to their daughter, scoops her into her arms, and holds her close. He’d done the same after Elijah had taken you to his room. He had held her close, knowing that his time was limited. But from the looks of you, his brother’s time was even more so.

    “Who is she?” Hayley’s voice is soft, hoarse with the unshed tears of seeing her daughter again.

    Klaus meets her eyes as he scoops you into his arms, “Rebekah’s roommate, Hope’s babysitter, and Elijah’s long lost soulmate.”

    He leaves her in the room with a look of shock on her face, and returns you to Elijah’s bed. He waits for you to wake up, and luckily for him, it doesn’t take very long.

    The first words that leave your lips are, “Elijah’s in trouble.”

    Klaus simply nods, “Yes. I knew that, love. Trouble is, we have to find him. Can you do it?”

    You move to a sitting position, your neck sore from the position you had collapsed in. “Maybe. I feel the pull. The need to go to him.”

    He smiles, “Then let’s see if Kol was right. Little brat ran off with the local harvest girl and set my father loose on the city. Nothing he says can be trusted.”

    You slide out of the bed and towards the closet that had been stocked with new clothes. You slip in long enough to pull on some jeans, a tee-shirt, and sneakers. Stepping out, you simply say, “Let’s see if this witchy magic is really all that.”

    New Orleans during the day is a stark contrast to New Orleans at night. It seems slightly more normal, if it weren’t for the Hybrid following you. “Well?”

    You glance back at him, “I’m not a bloodhound, Niklaus. I’m doing the best that I can.”

    “Your best isn’t working.”

    “Well, maybe if you’d hush…”

    The irritated growl does nothing to scare you. Instead, you take a deep breath and focus on the pull. So far, it had led you into witch territory, and that alone had made Klaus irritable. But the more prominent the pull became, the deeper into witch territory you went. Right until you stood outside of Lafayette Cemetery.

Your eyes flicker to Klaus, “Why does it always have to be cemeteries with these witches? A park every once in awhile would be wonderful.”  

You move forward without answering, stepping through the gate, only to find Klaus still outside. You don’t bother voicing the question, he understands, “I can’t come in. There’s a protection spell in place. No Vampires may enter. You keep going love, I’ll see if I can draw the attention of the hounds that are inside.”

In normal circumstances, you’d refuse. But the pull, the need, is so strong, that you couldn’t stop even if you’d wanted to. Your heart beats furiously as you follow the pull. You do your best to not jump at any little sound. It’s only when you reach the outside of a tomb that the pull becomes more physical.

You’re careful as you walk inside. The smell of blood and incense assault your nose, and as you move further inside, you come face to face with a woman with a knife to Elijah’s neck. And just as you can sense his presence, he senses yours. His eyes meet yours, right as the knife comes to rest at his jugular, and without any conscious thought, you surge forward.

You attribute her hesitation to surprise. You reach Elijah’s in a few steps, your hand curling around the back of his neck. He meets your gaze, nods once, and that’s when you feel the magic surge. It’s almost like water boiling over, and as the blast goes outward, you move forward, wrapping your arms around Elijah’s neck, clinging to him, as the magic blasts the threat away.

You hear the chains snap, his arms encircle you, and then you feel your feet leave the floor, as he picks you up. Briefly, over his shoulder, you meet the woman’s gaze. It’s shocked, but knowing. And then you’re outside, back in the sun. You’re still in the cemetery, just a different part.

Your feet touch the ground and Elijah sags. You do your best to support him, as he slowly lowers himself to the ground. His voice is hoarse, “You need to go.”

You kneel in front him, “We need to go.”

He shakes his head, “There’s a spell in place. No vampires in or out until the moon rises. It’s not safe.”

You nod, “That thought crossed my mind when I came across the woman with a knife to your throat.”

He lets out a laugh, “Yes. My mother isn’t the warmest woman around.”

You sit down beside him, “Your mother?”

He nods, “She’s inhabited the body of a local witch. She seems determined to have her children renounce vampirism, and take on new bodies.”

You rest your head against a tomb, “So what I’m hearing is that your mother is bat shit crazy.”

He let’s out a laugh, “Well put.”

You pull your knees to your chest as silence envelops between the two of you. The sun is high in the sky, and it’s more than a little hot out, “When’s the last time you fed?” The words slip out in a whisper.

“Two days. I’ll be fine for one more.”

“If you need …”

“No.” The word is a bit harsh, and strained. And you can’t help but wince. A moment later he whispers the word, “No. Not from you.”

You don’t push the issue, instead you ask, “What’s your favorite color?”

He blinks several times before a smile quirks on his lips, “Excuse me?”

You smile at him, “We’re stuck in a cemetery until tonight. Something tells me we’ll spend that time dodging werewolves and witches. We might as well take what little down time we have, to get to know each other.”   

He lets out a laugh, before answering, “Green.”

You smile, “What shade? Lime? Hunter?”

He smiles, “The green of new leaves in spring.”

“Very poetic.”

He shrugs, “I’ve had years of practice. But in this case, I’m completely serious. When I was a boy and spring would come after the harsh winters, I’d spend as much time as I could outside. I remember measuring the progress of the trees. It would take a few weeks but eventually the trees would be full of these green leaves, until they created a canopy up above. I would sleep in the shade.”

“When’s the last time you did that?”

“Over a thousand years ago.”

You nod, and silence settles between you. “And what about you?”

The question doesn’t need any explanation, “Yellow. A pale yellow. It was my mom’s favorite color, and at some point I took it on as my own.”

Before he can respond, the sound of footsteps approaching has you both getting to your feet. And as you start running, your only thought is that this is going to be a long day.

Hey guys! I just wanted to put a disclaimer out here on this story, it is very angsty and deals with mature subject matter, it could possibly be a trigger warning. Thankyou so much!

It all started simple enough, it wasn’t supposed to end up like this. Hanging out with the gang, that was it. But then there was Betty Cooper

Kind, selfless, beautiful Betty Cooper who would rather die than see any living thing being tormented in any way. He should’ve noticed it, seen it in her eyes, the way her shoulders drew up and her breathing quickened. She was ready for a fight. And a fight she was going to get.

They had been eating, that’s all, just minding their own business, going over school work and laughing with their friends when all of a sudden the crash of a plate hitting the ground echoed through the barely full diner. Everyone’s eyes were drawn to Dilton Doiley now sitting on the ground covered in his own food, bleeding from his arm. He wasn’t alone. Surrounding him were the biggest high schoolers Jughead had ever seen, tattooed and muscled their faces so mean and rough, it was scary to even look. And then they kicked the poor boy laying on the ground.

They kicked Dilton so hard, he coughed himself into throwing up. Betty was up in a second flat, he never even had the chance to touch her, grab her arm. Keep her stuck in that seat. He would’ve done anything to keep her there.

“Stop! What’s wrong with you?! What are you doing?!” She shouted hysterically, moving to help Dilton but was quickly stopped by one of the bunch.

“Back off bitch, this isn’t your fight.” It was a group of six all equally staring Betty down with such venom Jughead thought me might throw up alongside Dilton. He saw her hands go up to her ponytail, tightening it.

Oh shit.

“It’s my fight now, this is my town, my diner, my friends.” She stood tall , not a shake to her body. Suddenly without any warning she was slapped across the face, completely knocking her to the ground. “I said mind your own business bitch.” The tallest one spoke spitting on the ground near Betty’s face.

He had hopped over the booth in a second flat, Archie and Kevin following close behind

As soon as he reached for the monster who had slapped Betty he was being pulled down by another two of the gang. Pinning him to the ground and using the heel of his boot, the one to his left kicked him hard in the cheek, splitting his lip. He vaguely heard the screams of Veronica and Cheryl and saw Archie and Kevin being held back.

“This your girlfriend?” The tallest one said shoving Betty’s face into the ground by jugheads head keeping his foot on her head, he couldn’t help but think that this asshole was getting dirt in her hair. He tried to catch her eyes, tried to tell her it was gonna be okay, he was here, they were gonna get out of this but he couldn’t find her eyes, he could only make out the light pink cardigan, they weren’t letting him move, suddenly he heard her yelp and the sound of skin hitting skin caused him to push up in the force holding him back. He caught a glimpse of the scene.

The man had Betty’s shirt almost all the way over her head and had punched her directly in her side. “You’ve gotta learn” he was saying, “you can come with us, pretty young thing like you, we’ve got space in our trailer, we could make good use of you.” The rest of the group laughed and jughead growled

“Oh your boyfriend looks jealous, why don’t we let him see a little more, hell who knows it might be the last time he gets to see this tight little body.” The man was trying to unbutton her jeans but she was wiggling too much. He gripped her face so tight, Jughead was sure he was gonna leave bruises “stop fucking around”

She looked the man dead in the eye and spit right in his face “fuck you.” He couldn’t help the swell of pride in his chest, she wasn’t going down without a fight. The mans face contorted into something Jughead had never seen before, he was so angry he was physically red

“You dumb..” his hands were around her neck squeezing and jughead thrashed, pushing against the men holding, “Betty! Get the hell off of her!” He was crying now he could see her choking.

It was all over before it began, the sound of police cars blared through the windows and he was released, watching Betty slip to the ground he breathed a sigh of relief, the gang tried to run but as soon as they made it to the door, pops was there, rifle in his hands and cellphone held up. The cops rammed through the door taking down each and everyone of the monsters. He looked up to see a flash of black and red fly past him.

“Betty! Somebody help! Please” Veronica was crying, thick streaks of black mascara running down her face and Cheryl was on her cellphone with who he presumed was a lawyer based on her declaration of “you’ll be representing Betty Cooper and I want you hereNOW!”

He looked up and saw Archie, holding his arm and helping a shaking Kevin up.

Suddenly snapping out of his daze he got up running to where Betty was laying. Shoving both Cheryl and Veronica out of the way he dropped to his knees. Betty’s eyes were open, tears streaming out, her eye completely swollen and the harsh red fingerprints sticking out on her smooth skin, she had her fingers on her throat,

“I can’t Breathe” she choked out her voice raspy and weak.

Jughead was crying now, she should never look this, ever. but here she was , broken and hurt. And he couldn’t stop it, he didn’t do anything to help her, he couldn’t.

She was reaching for him

“My side juggie, its…I can’t..” his hands instantly went to the lift her t shirt, her ribs were bruised beyond belief and that brought on a fresh round of tears. Suddenly she was being ushered away by a group of emts a man gently lifting her onto a stretcher. Veronica looked at Jughead, “I’m gonna go to the hospital with her okay, you stay here and answer the questions they have, but if I don’t see you by Betty’s side in an hour, I’ll lose it.”

Archie gripped his shoulder
“This was not your fault man, they were going to kill Dilton, Betty did what she does best, help people. you couldn’t have stopped it. You know that”

Shaking his head he went over to the officer to describe the attack, apparently these men have been on a rampage, they had put six students in critical care, ones still fighting for his life. They were going away for a long time.

And Betty did that.

She stuck up to those monsters and she got them put away. But how could he face her? He looked her in the eyes as they beat her. He couldn’t do anything, just watch. The voice of Kevin Keller broke him out of his thoughts.

“She needs you, I know you’re blaming yourself but Betty would kill you if she knew you were doing that, you jumped in, you put yourself at risk for her, she knows that, she’s probably feeling just as guilty as you are, so go to her. Now. before she overthinks herself into a coma.” Sheriff Keller came and quickly took his son away. He was a good dad.

Shit, Betty’s parents were away on a week long cruise for a journalism retreat. Betty literally was on her own.

Hopping into Archie’s car, he smiled weakly at his best friend, he was waiting for him, he knew he would come to his senses, turning the key Archie turned to Jughead , a huge smile on his face
“Alright jug, lets go get you your girl.”

He rolled his eyes. Alright then, let’s go get the girl.

***

Pulling into the hospital parking lot, Jughead ran out of the car, sliding into the waiting room, “Betty Cooper” he yelled to the general public
“I need to see Betty cooper.” Suddenly a nurse in light blue scrubs approached him “Betty Cooper is in recovery, from her chart I can see she’s fine , no internal bleeding. Just some fractured ribs and a whole lot of bruising. Unfortunately only family can see her right now, ms.lodge is the exception.”

Jughead shook his head
“No. no I have to see her, her family is all away, I’m what she has right now. I’m … I’m her boyfriend.”

The nurse looked at the panicked boy and felt herself smile, he clearly cared about the beautiful blonde. She could bend the rules just once.
“First door on your right.”

He started to run before turning back quickly “Thankyou, Thankyou so much”

Standing outside the door, he took a deep breathe, okay he was ready. Slamming open the door he felt like all the wind had been knocked out of him.
She looked so small in the huge white hospital bed, tubes sticking out of her arms, the purple Bruises marring her perfect face. He wanted to cry, but he wouldn’t she needed him to be strong.

“Well I’m going to get pudding, vanilla or chocolate b?” Veronica said gathering her wallet.

Betty’s eyes never left jugheads “chocolate” she smiled, she knew that was his favorite.

Eyeing Jughead with cautious eyes, Veronica walked out the door. As soon as the handles clicked shut he was by her side

“I’m sorry” they both said at the same time.

It was almost comical how similar their faces were in that moment.

“For what” they both said again almost synchronized.

Jughead finally took her hand cautious of the tubes “I let them do this to you, I couldn’t get away I tried so hard, I watched everything they did, everything they tried to do. I couldn’t even protect you.” She shook her head quickly,

“This is my fault I should have left it alone, I saw how they were acting, but.. they were gonna kill him. He’s so small, he couldn’t take much more” she choked out through watery eyes “and then you jumped in and they hit you. That’s my fault” her fingers went to touch his bloody lip. But he grabbed her hand pressing it into his chest, right over his heart.
“I would go through this a hundred times over to spare even one of those bruises on your face.”

She sniffled, smiling at him

“Were quite the pair aren’t we?”

He laughed softly, rubbing the soft skin of her cheek, careful of any bruises.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight now, I hope you know that.” Betty nodded
“I don’t wanna be anywhere but with you.” She whispered
“Good, because I’m not going anywhere.” He dropped his forehead to hers and closed his eyes.

Confidential Couple

Request from anon for an Opie x Reader, where the two keep their relationship a secret due to the reader being Jax’s little sister.

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz

You jump as you feel a pair of hands on your waist, ripping your earphones out and looking behind you. “You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“Sorry.” Opie grins, pulling you back into his chest and wrapping his arms around your tummy. “I’ve hardly seen you today.”

“I know, babe, but my mom is already suspicious. We’ve gotta be careful.” you reason, relaxing back into Opie’s chest and breathing in his calming scent.

He hums in response, his head nuzzling into your neck before his lips start pressing kisses to your skin, your eyes closing as you place your hands over his. “Ope…”

“Jax is fixing up some car, the others are out.“ he mumurs between kisses, your body slowly but surely melting under his desires. “We’ve got time.”

A bang in the distance makes you jump, Opie pulling away from you as you go back to sorting through the box of family photos, your heart beating a thousand times a minute.

When you’re both convinced the coast is clear, you huff, turning around to face your secret lover. “I’m sick of sneaking around, Ope. I don’t wanna be like this anymore.”

“What, you think I do?” he asks defensively, before letting out a heavy sigh. “You’re the one who wanted to keep us a secret.”

“Yes, because I don’t fancy seeing my boyfriend and my brother at each others throats.” you snap, regretting it instantly, though you do nothing to apologise. Closing your eyes, you run your fingers through your hair, frustrated at the whole situation.

“I gotta go.” Opie says, turning away from you and heading out the room. You shake your head at his retreating figure, grabbing your stack of photos before exiting the room, heading towards the main area of the clubhouse.

Pausing your music, you grab a couple ice cold beers from behind the bar, heading out to TM. Just as you reach the garage, bikes fill your ears, the missing members flooding into the lot.

“Need any help?” you ask once you reach Jax, him straightening up from under the cars bonnet, smiling at you in thanks as you hand him a beer.

“Nah thanks, sis, I’m almost done.” he replies, cracking open the top of the bottle and taking a long gulp. “Is Ope alright? He just took off, seems kinda pissed.”

“I’m not sure.” you lie, taking a drink of your beer. Jax nods in acceptance, Chibs, Clay and Bobby saving you from the conversation.

“Doesn’t look too good with the Irish, we need to be on high alert.“ Clay warns, Jax throwing the rag he was holding on the floor. “Get everyone here, lock down.”

Your mind goes straight to Opie, and even though you know he can take care of himself, you know you won’t stop worrying until he’s back. “I’ll go get supplies. Food, drinks, extra pillows. Any requests?”

“Can you get us some cigs please, lass? You know the ones.” You nod in response, checking your pockets for your car keys and cash before practically speeding off.

“Take one of the prospects with you!” your stepdad shouts, you waving him off in response, insisting you’ll be fine.

As you’re moving around the store, throwing pretty much everything in your cart, you ring Opie for what feels like the fiftieth time, breathing a sigh of relief when he finally answers. “Do you ever stop calling?”

“Do you ever stop ignoring my calls?” you sass back, grabbing a huge pack of toilet paper and placing it in your cart. “Irish aren’t happy, we’re on lock down.”

“Shit.” he says, realisation in his voice. “No wonder Jax has been calling me.”

“Yep.” you deadpan, walking down the aisle full of candy, knowing your nephew is going to be bouncing off the walls from all the sugar. “That’s what happens when you act all grouchy, you miss information.”

“I’m not grouchy.” he defends, though you can tell he’s smiling through the phone. That’s one of the things you love about the two of you, how easy it is to forgive and forget. “Where are you?”

“I’m just at the store near Floyd’s, needed an excuse to get away so I could dial you a million times without being questioned.” you reply, already feeling a lecture coming on from your protective ass boyfriend.

“Please don’t tell me you’re alone.” he says, you staying silent. He curses under his breath, keys jangling in the background. “Stay there, I’ll be there in five.”

“Yes sir.” you tease, seduction in your tone, before ending the call. You smile to yourself as you move from aisle to aisle, content with the knowledge that you and Opie are on good terms again, no matter the circumstances.

As you reach the back of the store, the varieties of ice cream making your mouth water, a chill creeps up your spine. You look over your shoulder, the feeling that someone is watching you too strong for you to be mistaken.

You grab your cart, deciding to get the fuck out of there. Of course, your instinct is right, a hand covering your mouth and yanking you backwards so hard you almost lose your stepping.

Your heart feels like it’s going to explode out of your chest as you struggle, your screams silenced against the man’s hand. He pinches your nose, cutting off your only air supply as you frantically scan the store, praying that someone, anyone, will walk up the aisle and save you.

You look down, seeking an opportunity as you stamp on the persons foot as hard as you can, glad you’re wearing boots as the man temporarily moves back from you. You have no time to recover as you abandon your items, sprinting towards the exit.

Just as you reach the outside you feel a hand latch onto your hair, a sound of agony leaving your lips as tears fill your eyes, panic and pain flooding through you. He yanks your head back, delivering a harsh blow to your face, your cheek throbbing.

“Fucking bitch.“ the man spits, his Irish accent helping you understand his motive. You try to free yourself, but his grip is too tight, your limbs too weak to fight back.

”(Y/N)!“ You almost cry in relief at the sound of Jax, you twisting to see your brother and Opie running towards you. You’re shoved to the ground, your knees scraping the concrete, a hiss leaving your lips.

Jax rushes to your side as Opie moves to the man, and you’re thankful the lot is empty as the two men start fighting, Jax raising you gently to your feet. “Are you okay?”

You nod, tears slipping down your cheeks as your body shakes with adrenaline. Looking behind Jax, you notice the Irish man is behind held up against the wall, Opie delivering blow after blow.

“Opie! Ope!” Jax shouts, finally forcing his way between the two men. The Irish man slumps to the floor, unconscious, as Jax pushes against Opie’s chest, the taller man deliberating on what to do before he steps back. “I’ll go see if any of this shit has been caught on tape. Take my sister to TM.”

Jax jogs away, Opie’s gaze finally settling on you as he takes you in. “Jesus Christ.”

He’s next to you in a flash, slipping off his kutte and helping you put your arms through the sleeves, warmth and his scent covering you. Your body feels exhausted, drained even, but you resist Opie’s requests to pick you up, knowing you need to keep your strength up.

He’s as delicate as anything as he places his helmet over your head, snapping it shut and making sure not to trap any of your hair as he does so. Once he’s mounted his bike, you settle behind him, you wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head on his back.

Your body is heavy with fatigue as you struggle to stay awake, Opie’s natural warmth making you feel all the more relaxed.

You’re free for no more than ten seconds before you’re bombarded with questions, Opie’s bust lip being ignored once your dark purple cheekbone comes into view, Clay practically frothing with anger as your mom soothes you.

“I fucking told you to get one of the prospects!” Clay shouts, your eyes filling up again as Gemma tries to calm him down. “Why don’t you ever listen to me?!”

“Back off!” Opie booms as he stands in front of you, your fingers gripping the back of his tshirt, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep in his arms.

“Or what?” Clay responds, his voice eerily calm. “She’s my daughter, I’ll talk to her however the fuck I want!”

“Yeah? Well she’s my girl, so treat her with some fucking respect!” Opie roars, your grip tightening on his shirt as everyone falls silent. You step from behind your boyfriend just in time to see Clay lunge for Opie, Bobby and Chibs somehow keeping the two apart as they try to reach one another.

“Stop it!” you scream, everybody pausing to look at you. “Don’t you think I’ve been through enough tonight?!”

You angrily wipe your eyes as the group watches you silently, pity on all their faces. “Sweetheart-”

“No.” you cut your mom’s sentence short, your voice shaky yet strong. You shake your head in disgust, hating that they’re all acting like this when you could’ve been kidnapped tonight. “I’m going to bed, and I swear if any of you disturb me-”

You swallow the lump in your throat, refusing to break down as you turn on your heel, heading straight to the only place you know you’ll feel safe. Opie’s room.

About ten minutes later, you’re wrapped up in his duvet, wearing one of his giant tshirts and a pair of his boxer shorts. His scent is everywhere, and as much as you love it, it’s making it all the more harder to resist him.

Your phone vibrates, you fishing for it under the covers until you find it, a new message notification on the screen.

You alright? X

You smile despite yourself, messaging Opie back and telling him it’s safe to come in. He does so promptly, an apologetic look on his face as he sees your tear stained cheeks. “Hey.”

“Hey.” you whisper, your voice hoarse from shouting. Once he’s shut the door, he makes his way over to you, crouching beside the bed as he moves your hair around your ear, your eyes fluttering shut at the contact.

“I’m sorry.” he says, pressing his lips lovingly to your forehead. His tone is nothing but genuine, the look in his eyes the same.

“Me too. I didn’t mean to shout.” He shushes you quietly, a smile slipping onto his lips. “Can you come lie with me, please?”

He doesn’t even need to think about it, kicking off his boots and taking off his jeans before he’s crawling in beside you, wrapping his arms around you protectively as you nuzzle into his chest, feeling as if weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

“Jax knows, by the way.” he mumbles casually, his hand stroking your hair soothingly. You sit up slightly, eyes wide as you wait for him to continue. “He took it surprisingly well.”

“Really?” Hope floods your body. Maybe now you and Opie will be able to act like an actual couple. Well, once people have gotten used to the idea.

“I mean, yeah, he was pissed at first, but once he realised how much I love you, he understood.” Your heart flutters, a warm flush spreading across your face. Neither of you had even thought of the word love, let alone said it aloud, and Opie’s now nervous expression proved that.

Without hesitation, you lean forward, pressing your lips against his own, your hand going to the back of his head as he kisses you back, your skin tingling as if it’s the first time.

“I love you, too.” you say once you pull away, the words easily rolling off your tongue. “Thank you for protecting me today.”

“I’ll always protect you.” You kiss him once more, before relaxing back into his hold and allowing yourself to drift to sleep, safe in the arms of your lover.

A/N - Really didn’t plan on this being so long, but I hope you like it anyway!!! Been going through a bit of writers block so you’ll have to excuse me for the lack of updates, but I’ll keep trying to produce for you guys! See you next time ❤

In Too Deep

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Summary: After killing Dick Roman, the reader ends up in purgatory with Dean

Word Count: 1.600

Warnings: Violence, broken reader

A/N: This was written for @hannahindie and @pinknerdpanda Punk’s Not Dead Creative Challenge. Congrats on 200 followers and thanks for the fun challenge!

This does not exactly follow the original storyline.

Originally posted by helpimanspnfan

It was terrible. One moment, there was this bone in the leviathans throat, his huge mouth with its long teeth opening wide in a growl before everything suddenly became black goo.

Then there was purgatory. You didn’t realize it at first, all you could see were the huge, dark trees towering above you and a dead forest that seemed to stretch for miles. But then you were greeted by a creature that appeared out of nowhere.

“Welcome to Purgatory“ it grinned, licking its fangs and crouching down, steadying itself on the ground with his claws. It jumped at you, but you were faster and already had your knife drawn from your jacket. The thing basically jumped into its own death, right at your weapon, pulling you to the ground with it.

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Two Keys

Title: Two Keys – Warmth Series Part Three

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 2100

Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: The reader is injured, stitches, mentions of a body, blood, some swearing.

Summary: The Reader comes home from the hunt injured and Dean stitches her up.

Author’s Note: Woohoo, part three! I’m still blown away by all the lovely comments you guys are leaving about this series, I’m so happy you’re enjoying it! And before you read this please remember that there’s still one more part (that might be out this weekend?) before you freak out *slips ominously into the shadows*

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*I made the gif from a YouTube video, sorry if it sucks!*

     Eventually you did get up, leaving the warmth and comfort of the bed – and Dean – and dragging two grumpy Winchesters out the door, resigning them to your same chilly fate. You made sure to be dressed and ready to go before Sam woke up, not wanting him to get any premature ideas about something going on between you and his brother - not when you didn’t even know if there was anything to get ideas about. You didn’t even know if you wanted there to be.

     You still held strong in your belief that getting involved with a hunter was a bad idea, that it would only end in heartbreak for both involved. But despite that, despite the fact that you’d consoled friends more times than you could count after the loss a loved one on a hunt gone wrong, you couldn’t shake your feelings for Dean. Couldn’t shake the idea that he might feel the same way.

     And if he did, didn’t you owe it to yourself to try?

     At any rate, you had more pressing issues at the moment – like, for example, the four long, bleeding gashes running down your leg.

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