somewhere-to-turn-to

in which Eliza Danvers fucks up the Sawyers

AKA, turns out Alex gets it from somewhere


Maggie never expected it to actually happen, but she’d thought about it sometimes, daydreamed about it. But even in her wildest dreams, in her wildest most vengeful daydreams of running into her parents again, it never happens like this.

She used to dream about seeing them in the crowd for her high school graduation, or her college graduation, or her academy graduation, or her ceremony when she made detective, and they’d sob with regret and shame and she’d be magnanimous but a little cold. Or she’d see them as she sauntered down the street, hand in hand with a gorgeous woman. Or she’d run into them back in Blue Springs, after she just bought the town with all the money she won in the lottery and painted every street in rainbow colors.

But as each occasion passed without word from her parents, without seeing her parents, without hearing that they missed her or regretted what they did to her, those types of dreams faded. Now she thinks less about them groveling and admitting their faults and begging her to forgive them and more about turning her nose up at them, fucking them up with her disinterest and casual disdain.

Hey, a girl can dream, right?

In her daydreams now she’s with Alex, and she looks great and happy, and Alex looks just as beautiful as ever, and, depending on her mood, she and Alex either make out while pointedly ignoring them, or Alex yells at them, or – and she’s never admitted this to anyone – sometimes Alex wails on them.

But she’s never had a daydream anything close to the way it actually turns out.

Because she and Alex are out in Midvale visiting Eliza, and Kara is there too but had to run off on Supergirl duties, so it’s just the three of them today. And they’ve just finished a delicious brunch at Eliza’s favorite restaurant and they’re walking along the beach, and Alex is holding Maggie’s hand and is gently keeping her thumb moving, swiping up and down Maggie’s skin at the cadence of their feet in the sand. And Alex and Eliza are nerding out about something that Maggie can’t possibly follow, and Maggie is just watching the love of her life and watching the ocean and listening to the waves and feeling the sand between her toes, wet and cool and firm, and feeling the sun on her face and listening to the birds, and she’s so perfectly content.

They’ve been passing other people walking the other way on the sand, and Eliza usually raises a hand or smiles in greeting, but Maggie hasn’t been paying attention. But they must be approaching a couple, and Maggie’s been looking out at the ocean or over at Alex, so she hasn’t seen the coming. So when a surprised voice from right in front of her says, “Magdalena?” her first reaction is startlement.

But her second is fear.

Deep, cold, powerful, abject fear.

Her third is disbelief.

Her fourth is fear again, harder and faster and more urgent.

It’s all she can do to grip Alex’s hand, her soft grip turning into a vice, holding herself up and holding herself together only through the connection of Alex’s skin on hers, Alex’s fingers up against hers.

“Mom?” The word slips out of her without her permission. It’s not how she wanted to open, with a painful gasp that’s as much a word as a whisper as a plea as a cry. She hates herself for how vulnerable she sounds, how young she sounds.

How vulnerable she feels. How young she feels.

But in one way it’s a good thing, because now Alex can identify the threat that’s in front of her, and she seems to grow in physical size as she turns her head away from Maggie, fury and protectiveness swelling her body. She doesn’t release her grip on Maggie’s hand – she, somehow, impossibly, tightens it – but she takes a step forward. She isn’t blocking Maggie from their sight, but she’s clearly standing between them.

She’s full on Agent Danvers now, and she doesn’t need her gun or her tactical vest, because when she spits, “You have some fucking nerve, speaking to her,” it’s so clearly a threat.

And she can so clearly follow through on it.

But Maggie isn’t sure her parents have even noticed Alex. Her mother is staring at her face, and her father is looking at their hands, still joined, his lip curling up in something that looks suspiciously like disgust.

“I see you haven’t changed,” he says, and it’s the first time Maggie’s heard his voice in over fifteen years, and it nearly shatters her.

Alex is raging, taking another shuffle forward, her bare feet doing nothing to temper how ready for a fight she looks. She points a finger at them, and her shoes are still hanging from her hand, but she’s still terrifying. “You don’t get to talk to her. Ever. She is fucking perfect and you don’t deserve the right to even look at her.”

Alex is shaking, and Maggie is genuinely concerned she’s going to get physical. Maggie drops her own shoes, using her free hand to pull on Alex’s arm, tugging her back a step, into herself, turning her to face Maggie. “Baby, it’s okay,” she says as softly as she can. “It doesn’t matter.”

Alex opens and closes her mouth, clearly at war with herself. She wants to throw down for Maggie, clearly, but she can see that Maggie doesn’t want her to, and she’s stuck.

Her desire to keep Maggie safe, to keep her out of danger, to wrap Maggie up in her arms and shield her from the world seems to be winning out. She drops her shoulders, just a centimeter, and Maggie can see her eyes starting to clear, just the smallest amount.

But before she’s completely disarmed, Maggie’s father opens his mouth again, his voice cold and hateful. “You continue to disgrace your family, walking around like that where anyone could see you.”

And Alex is whirling back around, but she’s still tethered to Maggie, so she’s not as quick as she’d usually be.

But Eliza isn’t tethered to anything, and Maggie had forgotten she was there, and Maggie has never thought of her as particularly combative or badass – tough, sure, with what she’s been through – but never aggressive.

But, it turns out, Alex may have gotten it from somewhere.

Because Eliza has stepped forward, and she’s made a noise that has turned everyone’s attention to her, and she’s pointing her finger at him, and her voice is commanding and sharp and furious. “You have no right to speak to my daughter that way.”

And everyone stops for a minute, and it seems like even the waves have stopped crashing. Maggie can hear her own heartbeat as that word settles.

Alex is frozen in place, still a half-step in front of Maggie, still gripping her hand. Maggie wonders if she’s going to charge in, but she seems to waiting, just like the rest of them.

It’s Maggie’s mother that breaks the silence. “Magdalena is our daughter,” she says. Her voice is soft but firm, and Maggie wonders if her mother still loves her.

But Eliza is not having it. Her finger is still pointed, but now it swivels to Maggie’s mother. “You gave up that privilege the day you abandoned her when she was a child.”

Maggie’s father gets aggressive right back. “Don’t talk about things you don’t understand.”

And Eliza laughs, actually out-loud laughs. It’s cold and angry and hard and scornful. “What don’t I understand? What’s it’s like when your child tells you that she’s gay?” She motions behind her, to where Alex is still standing, completely still, clinging to Maggie’s hand. “I love my Alexandra even more since she told me, since she brought us Maggie.”

He sneers at her. “This is a family matter.”

And Maggie hadn’t realized that Eliza had been holding anything back, but she must have been, because she shifts into another gear entirely.

She doesn’t take another step, she doesn’t move her body at all, but somehow she’s towering over him. The next words she says come out in a snarl, and they’re territorial and predatory as hell, and Maggie’s parents both take an involuntary step back.

“Maggie is mine,” Eliza snarls. “Mine, and Alexandra’s, and Kara’s. She belongs to our family.”

Maggie’s parents both sputter, and Maggie and Alex both seem to be holding their breath.

But Eliza isn’t even close to done. She speaks clearly and firmly, each word landing like a punch, leaving no room for argument or disbelief.

“Blood doesn’t make a family. Alexandra and I have known that since we adopted her sister when she was a teenager. Kara is just as much my daughter as Alex is, and Maggie belongs to us now. You don’t just get to claim her because of blood when you’re the ones who tried to destroy her. Maggie is perfect. She is brilliant and kind and that is despite you, not because of you. She’s a Danvers, she is my daughter, and you will never speak to a member of my family like that again, or so help you god, it will be the last thing you ever do.”

Maggie’s parents stand, shell-shocked.

Eliza turns away from them, like they don’t even matter. “Come on, girls,” she says, suddenly back to being the sweet woman Maggie’s always known. “Let’s keep going.”

Alex looks at Maggie searchingly, clearly trying to see if Maggie wants to stay and talk with them. But Maggie just shakes her head a little bit.

What else could she possibly say?

Even in her wildest, most private dreams, she was just trying to prove to them that she’d survived and flourished on her own, without them. That they hadn’t crushed her into dust.

She never even imagined that she’d have a family to show them, that she’d be claimed not just by Alex or a faceless hot woman, but by a mother who loves her and chose her and wants her.

So the three of them pick up their shoes and set off down the sand, this time with Maggie sandwiched in the middle. And Alex still hasn’t let go of her hand and is walking as close to her as possible, hip to hip. And Eliza wraps her arm around Maggie’s waist and just holds onto her as they walk.

And, for the first time in over fifteen years, Maggie lets herself lean into a mother, and she rests her head on Eliza’s shoulder, and Eliza kisses her head softly.

“I love you, Maggie. I am so lucky to have you as a daughter.”

And Maggie just nestles a little closer to them both, safe inside of her family.

Cookies (M)

Originally posted by wonhontology

Wonho x Reader

Warnings: SMUT. Face riding, slight spanking, dirty talk,

Word Count: 3,035

Summary:  You’re new in the neighbourhood, and decide to be a good person and go introduce yourself to your neighbours. Turns out that was a bad idea.

A/N: This is my fic. I’m re-posting onto my sideblog.


Being the new girl was tough. It was tough in high school, it was tough at a new job, and it’s still tough on moving day. You had just moved downtown into a cute apartment on the 10th floor of a pretty nice building. You loved being so close to everything, and the view you had made the hassle of moving up here worth it. You were still unfamiliar with your neighbours and neighbourhood, having only moved in a week ago. You took the opportunity a rare day off gave you to walk around and explore, as well as introduce yourself (finally). Baking wasn’t your strongest skill, but you tried, and made some cookies to take to your neighbours. You were glad you had taken this chance to introduce yourself, as everyone you met seemed friendly and kind.

Until you met 10A.

10A was the guy that resided in the apartment next to yours; he was relatively quiet, so you didn’t know what to expect. You knocked on the door and waited for the owner to open it, and when he did, you regretted doing this ‘introducing-yourself-to-your-neighbours-to-be-nice’ bullshit in the first place.

He was beautiful, and he was in nothing but a towel. His milky white skin still glistening with water even in the harsh lighting of the hallway, his damp bleach blond hair that begged to be touched, wide brown eyes that made him look both cute and sexy, and plump, pouty pink lips that made you want to bite them until they bruised, his toned chest and stomach that made you want a peek under that towel, he was too much at once and you were quickly becoming a flustered mess. Your eyes travelled back up only to see him staring back at you, eyebrow raised, head cocked to the side, and a smirk plastered on his face.

“You gonna tell me what you’re here for or are you gonna just keep staring, baby?” he smirked. You rolled your eyes, your earlier lust filled thoughts were shattered by the conceited remark.

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okay you know what i think a lot about gryffindor marinette. I thinks shes perfect for gryffindor. even if she’s scared she will do what she has to! one of her more prominent character flaws is her tendency to act without thinking, or an inability to separate her actions from her emotions, which is also… very gryffindor.

anyways i think alya should be ravenclaw and everyone wonders why marinette is a gryffindor but alya’s not

alya would also make a good slytherin.

and this boy is a hufflepuff if i ever saw one

anyways

adrien is also an unregistered animagus which he learned so he could get places without people looking at him. but now hes friends with marinette

I don’t know. I dont know

Hello, Gentle Reader. This is Fan Fiction.

Recently, I’ve seen some rumblings across my dashboard about fan fiction again.  

I don’t want to dive into a debate because all the information that I have to go on are second hand sources and there’s always going to be a bit of bias there, because one person can see it in one way and another person can perceive it in another way.  

I’d rather explain to you, New and Gentle Reader, what fan fiction is, if this is the first time you’ve heard about it.  

Fan fiction is what happens when you walk out of the theater, turn off the TV, the radio, close that book or whatnot for the first time and ask yourself  “What happens next?"  Or:  "What if it happened THIS way instead?"  Fan fiction is what happens when you are six or seven years old and you take your dolls, your action figures, your stuffed toys and various household items as props and send them all onto adventure.  Maybe Barbie rescues G.I. Joe from Cobra or Optimus Prime fights the Evil Transforming Kitchen Thingy that Mom uses for making meatloaf but should really be the Evil Transforming Dark Lord of the Sith.  

Fan fiction is what happens when you are ten and you’re discovering how to really write for the first time and you put words on the page, in your math and English notebooks, one sentence after another, style be damned, painstakingly bringing forth to life the images in your head of your cartoon and movie and book heroes.  

Fan fiction happens when you are in your teens and you want to be the hero or the heroine of the story and you want to fight alongside Captain America and the Avengers and go on the Quest to Erebor or save Frodo from the effects of the Ring.  

Fan fiction happens when you are in your twenties or your thirties or beyond that and you are still writing because you just enjoy and love telling stories.  There’s a new maturity to your writing and that happens because you’re a bit older, though maybe not wiser, but you still love telling the stories anyway.  People tell you that you should write for money and sometimes you think, hey I could try that and you dream.  And sometimes you just smile and say, "I just like telling stories” and that is more than enough for you.  

And sometimes people fall in love in your stories, regardless of sex or gender.  Sometimes they fight.  Sometimes they laugh.  They cry.  They hate.  They die.  Sometimes they kiss.  Sometimes they make love.  Sometime it’s just sex.  You keep writing.  You can’t help it.  You get that idea and you just need to write it down.  Word for word.  One sentence after another.  Just like when you were a kid and you’d wear your pencils to stubs and let your pens run out of ink as you shape the letters.  

That’s fan fiction.  Sometimes, the best stories in the world start because they were fan fiction.  Ask Shakespeare.  Ask Jules Verne.  Ask Neil Gaiman.  

Gentle Reader, if this is your first time in here, then I hope you might find the time to read my stories.  I humbly ask, because a fan fiction writer’s currency is in the feedback of his or her readers and we’re happy to hear from them when it’s good and devastated when we get hate from those who don’t even have the courage to sign their names.  If it’s not for you, then I understand.  It’s all right.  Move on, that’s okay.  These aren’t the droids you’re looking for.  Maybe there’s something else you’d like.  It’s fine.  

And this is what I hope for if you do decide to venture in.

I hope you smile.  I hope you laugh.  I hope that you ended up snorting coffee out your nose in the middle of Starbucks.  (Here’s a napkin.  Sorry that I’m not sorry?)  I hope that I made you giggle in the middle of the subway or the bus stop and you get weird looks from folks passing by.  

I hope you cry, because sometimes I write sad things and that makes me cry too.  Here’s a tissue.  It’s okay.  Sometimes there are no happy endings.

I hope you are frightened, but only in a way that a good, scary story can make you feel frightened.  Sometimes there are dark and terrible things out there and they’re part of the Story too.  Hold my hand.  It’s all right.  I’ve got you.

I hope you blush and maybe smile a little later when love and romance and sweet things are told.  Love is a gift and true love is meant to endure.  And sometimes there’s hurt and pain and grief in there too, but you already know that.  You’ve lived that.  Sometimes we do have happy endings after all.  There’s always hope.  

Are you ready?

It doesn’t always start with “once upon a time” or “a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…” but every story starts somewhere.  

Turn the page.  Click the button.

Here we go.    

good girl » myg » m

» request: nopeee

» genre: mostly smut

» author’s note: i write too many bts scenarios omg,,,,,,, i guess they’ve really just been inspiring me a lot lately so oh well. also i’m v proud of this edit bc i photoshopped yoongi’s tattoos and i think it looks pretty cool if i do say so myself ^-^ anyways, i hope you all enjoy and feel free to request ! 

» word count: 3.4k+

» warnings: au, asphyxiation kink, daddy kink, light bondage, a little bit of degradation, alcohol use, smoking, etc.

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A quick sigh fell from your lips as you pushed through the crowd, searching desperately for any sign of Namjoon. The sweaty bodies of your peers shoved and jostled you, making it difficult for you to navigate the room in search for your friend, but you managed. Pushing your way into the front room, you catch sight of his disheveled hair, and sweat-glistening skin, “Yah, Kim Namjoon!” You call, catching his attention.

He turns on his heels to face you and grins, waving you over to where he stands with Seokjin and some girl you’ve never seen before. You wrestle your way through the last bit of the crowd, and finally you reach where they stand in front of the window. Namjoon drapes an arm over your shoulder, and you lean into the comfort of his sweaty, but strangely comfortable embrace. “I was looking for you,” Namjoon says, a smile playing on his lips as you laugh at his lie. 

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Imagine a biotic Ryder on Voeld, creating the largest and most obscene snowball ever seen, purely so they could bring down a Kett airship.

Cue Liam cheering in the background, whilst Jaal looks on in horror at the barbarity of this “seasonal earth sport”.

Somewhere, Alec is either turning in his grave or giving himself the biggest facepalm ever.

  • <p> <b><b></b> Remus:</b> I read somewhere that the animal you turn into as an animagus says a lot about you as a person.<p/><b><b></b> Sirius:</b> Makes sense. A dog. Loyal, fun and easy-going.<p/><b><b></b> James:</b> Same here. A stag. Agile. Fast. Hard to catch. Brave. It matches.<p/><b><b></b> Peter:</b> Uhm.. You guys..?<p/><b><b></b> Remus:</b> ...<p/><b><b></b> Sirius:</b> ...<p/><b><b></b> James:</b> ...<p/><b><b></b> Remus:</b> I'm sure it's nothing.<p/></p>
You Should Have Known (Smut)

Request: “smut. smut. smut. love em. (😂) maybe something with needy!Shawn, coming back from tour (like a really long time) and you meet him at his parents house, and the boy just wants to fuck you there, but you say that you can’t bc hey “we’re at your parents house Shawn!” but the lil pervert is so damn needy and he ended up fucking u in his teenage bedroom (a lot of doggy style pls, thanks!)❤” 

“and with the needy!Shawn request : thigh riding please!!! thank you so much!”

Oookay I had to put my own spin on this, mostly because these types of fics have been done before, but I hope you still like it. 

So uh, enjoy the ride.


The anticipation kills you as you make the final turns on the way to Shawn’s parent’s house. Aaliyah wanted to see him when he got back to Toronto and to be honest you weren’t going to argue with her. You figured once you guys were finished with dinner, you and Shawn would head home and catch up. Lots and lots of catch up. 

You think you’d be used to this by now, the extended periods of time away from each other, but you’re not. And while phone calls and FaceTime make things manageable, there was always that one element that was missing. Him

The giddiness inside you sparks up as you pull into the driveway. Finally. You take one final look at yourself in the rearview mirror before making your way out of the Jeep. You’re not even halfway up the yard when the front door swings open and you’re greeted by the sight of your boyfriend rushing towards you. Without missing a beat his lips find their way to yours as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into him. The familiar feeling of home washes over you as you stand there wrapped in each other. Eventually, you break the kiss and pull away to a dopey smile on his face and he takes in the sight of you.

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Vodka & Coke - Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request - “I was wondering if you could do a Jeff x reader where they like each other and they’re at a pool party and all the guys and girls are like ogling so they’re jealous and finally confess”

“So I’ve been thinking…” The chestnut haired boy next to you fiddled with his short pockets.

“Oh don’t do that.” You turned to him sombrely. “Dangerous business. Difficult to get out of once you’ve started.” Keeping a straight face, you hit him playfully with the cold beer bottle in your hand. He chuckled.

“Well, I won’t disagree there, but I meant…” Jeff appeared to falter in his original thoughts, and instead added, “We should get in the pool. I mean we’ve already been here a while and it is a pool party.” His emphasis on the word ‘pool’ was pretty comical.

You raised you eyebrow, looking over at the hormone filled pool.

“Eh. Alright then.”

Downing the last of your beer, you swiftly pulled your dress off to reveal a flattering black bikini. Jeff’s eyes almost burst out of his sockets.

“Strip, then.” you laughed, tugging at his shirt. He shooed you away and took the shirt off himself, leaving only his red swimming shorts. You tried not to stare too much at the sculpted curves of his chest. You’d managed to conceal your crush for this long, you could last a bit longer.

“Race you in?” You pointed finger-guns at him.

“We shouldn’t really be run…okay, i guess that’s a yes.” Because once he had  started being concerned about safety, you’d already run toward the pool.

You jumped in and swirled the water around you a little.

SPLASH. Jeff bombed in to the water next to you, soaking all the parts of you that you had yet to submerge.

“Jeff!” You scolded. He grinned his signature pearly-white grin, setting your heart into overdrive.

“Sorry, babydoll.” He gave you a knowing smirk. You hit him hard at his use of the nickname you ‘hated’, but which you secretly adored.

“Don’t push your luck, Atkins.”

He splashed you. You splashed him back, resulting in a small, playful, water-fight where you muttered phrases such as asshole and try that again, i dare you while he just laughed manically.

“Okay, cease fire.” He held up his hands.

“Hold on, why do you get to call cease fire?” You crossed your arms.

“I’m older. And since I technically won, you owe me a drink.” Toyed Jeff.

“Fine. But only because I wanted one too.” Throwing your arms up, you began to make your way to the edge of the pool.

—–

Inside, by the drinks, stood Hannah, the only person who did know about Jeff. She smiled sympathetically, seeing that you were wet from the pool.

“I see you’ve been in.” She laughed.

“It’s that obvious?” You joked. Grabbing two cups from the pile, you poured a small (rather large) amount of vodka in to each, and topped them up with coke.

“Getting anywhere? Anything happen?” She asked.

“Nada.” You sighed. “It’s just obvious he doesn’t feel the same about me as I do him.”

“Stop saying that! I’ve told you what Clay sai-”

“What did I say?” Clay popped out of nowhere, sidling up next to Hannah.

“That alcohol is bad for you.” You stuttered, throwing up a small wave before quickly leaving the house again. Clay had told Hannah that he had a suspicion Jeff liked you, but Clay didn’t know you liked Jeff.

On your way out, someone called you.

“Yo, Y/N!” Montgomery waved you over.

“You having a good time?” Marcus asked, smirking.

“Yeah, I should probably thank Bryce when I see him.” You nodded, sipping your drink.

“We‘ll thank him for you.” Marcus chuckled.

“Oh, thank you.”

The boys starting conversing about the party, but you were not paying attention because your eyes had drifted over to Jeff in the pool. He was on his own leaning on the edge, his muscular arms, dripping, rested.

You noticed a pretty, although somewhat plain girl looking over at Jeff. Her name was Chloe, you thought, you recognised her because she sat next to Jeff in history, and you sat behind them.

She was DEFINITELY giving him bedroom eyes, and you couldn’t blame her. It wasn’t as if she was stealing your man, because you weren’t together, and she had no idea how much you liked him, but that didn’t stop the intense jealously you began to feel.

“Excuse me.” You nodded to the boys, strutting back to the pool. Jeff made eye contact, smiling when he saw his drink. At least, you guessed that’s why he was smiling.

“Here, take both so I can get in.” you crouched and passed both cups to Jeff, then swung yourself in next to him, splashing slightly.

“Guess I deserved that.” He observed, handing you back your drink once he was sure you were safely in.

You sipped nervously, suddenly aware of your proximity.

“Y/N, you can’t tell me you haven’t noticed everyone over there ogling you. Especially Monty.” you looked at Jeff to see him looking over in the direction of Monty, Marcus, and their posse. Truthfully, you hadn’t noticed, because you’d been too busy watching Chloe eye-up Jeff.

“Don’t be silly.” You spluttered, noticing that the alcohol was kicking in, and making you a giggly mess. Luckily, Jeff wouldn’t notice, because he was fairly intoxicated himself.

“I’m not, look at them!” He pointed an accusatory finger, definitely warranting a few looks from other people in the pool.

“They’d look up anything in a bikini.” You rolled your eyes.

“No, they’ve only been staring at you.” He declared.

“Careful, Atkins, or you might sound jealous.” You spat, beginning to get angry that he kept going on like he cared, when you knew he didn’t.  It hurt. A lot. He looked flustered.

“Fuck’s sake.” He shook his head, downed his drink, and threw it in the water somewhere. Then he turned to place his hands on the edge and haul himself out of the pool.

“Where the fuck are you going now?” You shouted at his leaving figure. But he ignored you.

“The fuck are you looking at?” You shouted around the pool at people who had been watching, Chloe in particular, before mimicking Jeff and pulling yourself out of the pool.

You found Hannah on a sofa with Clay.

“I need to speak with you.”

“Okay, what’s up?” Hannah could see you were drunk and upset.

“Not here.”

—–

“Really, it does just sound like he’s jealous.” She shrugged.

“Shut up, Hannah. Don’t just try to make me feel better.”

“Boy world is confusing, but this one’s pretty easy to work out.” She placed a hand on your shoulder. “Especially after what Clay said.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“But he wouldn’t - I mean-” But Hannah wasn’t listening, she was staring at a spot slightly behind you.

“Y/N, can I speak to you?” Jeff’s voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“Go get him, girl.” Hannah whispered in your ear as she left.

“What?” You turned to Jeff, exhaling. The boy was exhausting and invigorating all at the same time.

“I was jealous.”

“Jeff jus- wait, what?” you’d prepared yourself for an entirely different conversation.

“I was jealous.” he repeated. “Those guys were looking at you in a way i wished they wouldn’t, but it wasn’t my place to say anything because we’re not- i mean- you know…” He played with the hem of his shirt awkwardly.

“Honestly?” You scrunched up your face. “I was jealous too.” You admitted. Jeff was taken aback.

“Jealous of what?”

“That girl Chloe from history was completely ogling you, how could you not notice?”

“She wasn’t?!”

You rolled your eyes. “So observant.”

Jeff bit away a smile.

“You’re so,” he shook his head. “You’re like, a force.” He pulled your hands into his.

“That made sense, Mr. McDrunkFace.”

You blushed at what you were about to do next, but you had to take the plunge.

“So, if we were both jealous, doesn’t that say something?” your hands were sweating in his.

“That we were both downing the Vodka & Coke’s?” He joked.

“No like,”

But he didn’t give you time to respond, because instead he crashed his lips to yours. Rightfully, he tasted like Vodka & Coke, and he was ever so slightly pruned from being in the pool, but he was perfect. He was Jeff.

“Let’s just let each other know next time we get jealous, yeah? Instead of storming off and making a scene.” You ruffled his hair after breaking the kiss.

“Yeah.” he chuckled, nodding bashfully. “Yeah.”

Blue and Gold - Jughead X Reader Imagaine

[A/N: Yeah so before I went to sleep last night I did kind of have an idea of where this fic would go if it had another part! It’s a little different to what I originally had planned and has taken a bit more of an angsty tone. Hope you guys like it regardless!]

(gif source: @juggiehead​)


‘Listen,’ (Y/N) started quietly, as Jughead took his seat next to her, ‘I know that for some reason – and I don’t care why- but you don’t like me.’

(Y/N) began to fan out sheets of paper, written on with detailed notes, photographs accompanied the papers and Jughead realised they were character profiles. Each piece of paper included the names, birth dates, home addresses and alibis of various students from Riverdale High on the day that Jason Bloom was murdered.

‘How did you get all of this stuff?’ Jughead asked in awe, reaching out and picking up Reggie Mantle’s profile. (Y/N) sighed.

‘I’m a nice person Jughead, I just asked and people were more than willing to tell me – it’s called being a people person.’

‘There’s being a people person and then there’s this.’

‘Yeah well, Betty told you I was useful and she was right. Anyway like I was trying to say-‘

‘Yeah, yeah. I don’t like you. We’ll get over it.’ Jughead continued to absorb himself in the papers. (Y/N) huffed, but rather than press the matter further she began to point out the places in which peoples alibis didn’t quite match up.

Soon both of the kids were absorbed in the tangling web of Jason Bloom’s death.

-

The next couple of weeks continued in the same fashion, (Y/N) would spend the week collecting intel on new students or returning back to those who didn’t quite make sense, and by the end of the week the information she had gathered was delivered to Jughead. Together they had gathered a tonne of evidence and the case for Jason Bloom was really beginning to come together.

(Y/N)’s true project however was not going to plan.

‘Betty it’s not working.’ (Y/N) sighed, sipping on her colossal strawberry milkshake.

‘Maybe he just needs more time?’ Betty tilted her head and smiled sympathetically, her pony tail bounced with the motion.

‘No he’s just getting worse. I mean at least with scathing comments came some form of acknowledgement, now it’s like I don’t even exist.’

‘I thought he was being nice to you at Blue and Gold, though?’

‘Yeah, in that room he’s all smiles and talking but then we sit here and he won’t even look at me.’ (Y/N) chewed on her straw. ‘I really don’t know what’s worse.’

‘Okay, I’ll talk to him, see what the deal is?’ Betty smiled sincerely.

‘No!’ (Y/N) shouted a little too loudly, the other patrons in the diner looked over at the girls before resuming their own activities. ‘No,’ (Y/N) repeated quietly, ‘I don’t want him to know that it bothers me- and if anyone should speak to him, it should be me.’

-

‘Can I ask you something?’ (Y/N) sat in the Blue and Gold room, her legs drawn up onto her chair and her head lightly tucked into her crossed arms.

It had been a quiet week in regards to new information being discovered, people were beginning to become curious about the motive behind (Y/N)’s questions so she had decided to place herself on the backburner for a week. Jughead was mulling over some of the older profiles, scrutinizing them for anything that could have been missed.

‘Yeah, sure.’ He mumbled as his eyes traced over the profile for Ethel Muggins.

‘What is it that makes you hate me?’ (Y/N) exhaled with a breath she didn’t know was being held.

‘You’re irritating.’ Jughead immediately replied in the same monotone voice.

(Y/N) took in a breath, ‘Yeah okay, but what is irritating about me?’

‘Everything.’ He replied again quickly.

(Y/N) began to unfold herself from the chair, she sat up straight and began to pick at loose thread on the sleeve of her blouse.

‘I thought that maybe we were getting somewhere.’

‘Yeah, well-’ Jughead turned his head to look at (Y/N), his next words caught on his tongue as he took in her sullen expression. Immediately his eyes returned to the Muggins profile and a silence descended on the room.

‘You make me feel like I’m not good enough, Jug.’

The boy didn’t respond, his eyes remained fixed on the paper in his hands.

‘Like I’m not good enough to sit at the booth,’ (Y/N)’s voice was quiet, ‘or to be friends with the guys – friends with you. I planned all of this – so you could get to know me but it just made things worse and I just wish you could give me a reason.’

Jughead made no move to acknowledge (Y/N), the silence was punctuated by the slight creak of (Y/N)’s chair as she shifted. A light puff of air left through her nose and she stood to leave.

‘That’s probably all I can get for you now,’ her eyes nodded to the paper work on the table despite the fact that Jughead was not looking at her, ‘people are finally getting suspicious of me asking so many questions.’

(Y/N) reached for the door, before she left she took one final glance at the beanie-clad boy still sat with his back to her.

‘Good luck.’

The door clicked shut.


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strangers. | (M)

Don’t talk to strangers. You might fall in love.

Words: 5K

Genre: CEO!Jimin, Dom!Jimin, Smut, Fluff, Hints BDSM.

A/N: Surprise~! Happy Birthday Jiminnie (and happy belated birthday to @jiminniemouse! I hope you like your extremely late birthday present!)  I know this is a day late but this is my first smut ever and I spent a large amount of time cleansing my soul while writing this. I would like to thank @amazon-bookworm all the hours she spent drilling the do’s and dont’s of smut I literally wouldn’t have been able to write this without you!. I would also like to thank @creamsicklesz for editing this and surviving my horrible sentence structure and grammatical errors. Thank you also to @ihearteyesmilesss, @jungee, @we-go-hard-in-the-coffeehouse, @ktaehyngs, and of course the lovely birthday girl @dailydoseofdia for motivating my to write this! Please have mercy on my smut writing abilities this is my first time (/).(\) 

Reminder: all the writing from @chokemejimin is being moved to @the95liner

Okay no more delays, enjoy! 

The first day I saw him, I was running late. As I ran through the train doors just as they were about to close, he was perched comfortable against the opposite closed door. I leaned against the walls of the train compartment, my breathing embarrassingly heavy. His eyes briefly left the book in his hand and flashed towards me, the disruptor of a perfectly silent train during his early morning commute. His gaze lingered on my face for few seconds, making my cheeks heat up, before he turned back to his book.

As I steadied my breathing, I took the chance to gaze at the man. Needless to stay, he was handsome. No, not handsome, beautiful. A dark grey suit hugged his frame paired with a simple black shirt and a silky black tie. His grey hair combed away from his face with just a few strands falling on his forehead. His eyes were downcasted, trailing on his book. 

His tongue darted out habitually licking his lips; he sensually pulled his lower lip in between his teeth. Suddenly, his gaze flashed towards me, the darkness his of irises boring into me. His appearance might be that of an angel, but his gaze was purely sin.

I calmly looked away from him and gazed out the window. Maybe if I hadn’t looked away, I would’ve noticed the beautiful smile his lips had curved into. Maybe if I hadn’t looked away I would’ve noticed his silent glances. Maybe if I hadn’t looked away I would’ve noticed that he hadn’t turned a single page in his novel since I had gotten on the train.

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Boss {Part One}

Originally posted by stilesstilinski37

Stiles x Reader

Warnings: Boss x Sub!Reader deal

Part Two

“I’m here for my first day.” You snapped curtly at a dorky looking guy at the nearest desk. You hadn’t meant to be rude but it was your first day and seemed to be one of those days that would only get worse.

“Sure thing, (Y/N) right, your desk is over here.” He showed you the way and leant on it as you settled in.

“Thanks, I’ve got it from here.” You sighed, glaring at him as he stared down at you before nodding and walking away.

“Hi, you must be (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you but it’s a quick meeting because we have a conference with the boss in twenty minutes, I’ll try and fill you in but we have to send you on a trip next week.” A friendly guy babbled on.

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1 and 13 are repeats in different sizes
and 10 and 17
and 2 and 11
and 3 and 8
and 7 and 16 also 7 is framed
4 and 15 AND 18 are repeats, and 18 is in the same picture frame as 7 which means yuuri regularly switched out what framed photograph of viktor nikiforov he had on his desk
QED it’s possible yuuri had even more prints hidden away somewhere waiting for their turn in the frame of honor and also yuuri collected pictures of viktor indiscriminately so his idol could smolder at him from every corner of his room

so when is his ACTUAL FUTURE HUSBAND GOING TO FIND THEM ALL

A list of random dumb AUs
  • “We were all given assigned seats on our bus because shit went down too many times and now you’re my seat buddy and I don’t want the rest of the year to be awkward”
  • “I always see you in the mall I work at and you always look upset so I made you some cookies now cheer up, Mr. Grumpypants”
  • “Hey we kissed once in kindergarten but I haven’t seen you since and I couldn’t remember why you were so familiar”
  • “It’s 3am and you’re the only person in McDonald’s right now and why do I have to work the night shift”
  • “My friend is out of town and I’m supposed to be taking care of his pet fish but it died and you work at the pet store help me find one that looks the same so he won’t notice" 
  • "We’re sitting in a food court and I can see you staring at me so what’s your fucking deal- wait are you drawing me?”
  • “We’re always both in the apartments’ fitness center at 3 am”
  • “I drive to school and you walk and I drive past you everyday and it’s below freezing and you’re still walking please just get in the damn car I’ll drive you”
  • “You’ve walked past the bakery I work at and stared longingly at one of the pies at least 4 times today I’ll buy it for you if you just stop”
  • “I’m not actually the person you were set up on a blind date with but I was eating alone and you asked if I was someone else and wow you’re cute so of course I said yes and now you think my name is something it isn't”
  • “My destination was actually a few blocks back but you are the most interesting uber driver I’ve had so I changed it to spend more time with you but I seriously do need to be somewhere else so can you turn around”
  • “You parked in the parking space I always use so I wrote a note and put it on your car and you put one on mine the next day and now we have been writing notes for over a week just tell me your phone number to make this easier”
  • “People used to tell us we should date and now we graduate in like two weeks and I am starting to agree with them so can I have your number before I never see you again”
  • “We both came here to buy the same movie but there is only one dvd left let’s split the cost and watch it together I have popcorn at home”
  • “I took advice from my friend and pretended to trip in front of you to get your attention except I fell harder than I thought and now my arm is broken can you drive me to the doctor please”
  • “We are both too short to see well at this concert so how about we alternate sitting on each other’s shoulders, we can switch every song or something”
  • “My friend bet me 20 bucks that I wouldn’t walk up to a random underclassman and ask them to senior prom and I’m about to be 20 dollars richer and, no, that doesn’t invalidate the question, you’re actually really cute”
  • “Somehow every time I have a dentist appointment you do too and you always sit next to me in the waiting room and ask me ‘what are you in for’ as if we are in prison and this has been happening for almost two years who are you”
  • “I play the guitar on a street corner sometimes for some extra cash and you usually give me a dollar or two but today you brought a violin and joined in? And we made almost three times what I usually do holy shit you’re talented”
  • “I’ve worked at this dollar store for 3 years and you are the first person I’ve ever had to kick out, what are you, fourteen?”
Really? With my daughter? (Peter Parker x Reader) (Father!Tony)

As silently as you could, you walked around the Stark Tower in the middle of the night. You had woken up and hadn’t managed to fall back to sleep, so you decided to eat something and maybe watch some TV. You had your earphones on and were dancing around in silence, trying to wake up no one. When you reached the kitchen you turned on the lights and checked the fridge to see if there was something you could eat. Even with your music at full volume, you could still hear the noise coming from behind you. You quickly turned to see who was there, and saw Peter, starting to bend down to pick up everything he had dropped. He had come over for the weekly movie night the Avengers had and that you were always a part of, and this time it had ended way too late so Peter decided to stay over. You bent down to help him, still in silence, and when you two were standing up again, you removed your earphones from your ears and smiled at him.
‘What are you doing up so late?’ you asked, handing him a fork you had just picked up.
‘I-uh… I-you know… I kinda… you know’ he was looking somewhere behind you, and turning back and not seeing anything, you realized he was that flustered because of what you were wearing. Or better-what you were not wearing. You were only wearing one of your father’s oversized t-shirts and no pants, but due to your height, the t-shirt wasn’t that long -it reached until the middle of your thigh, so probably when you were bent down looking at the fridge your panties were showing, and Peter had seen you right in that moment. You weren’t planning on seeing anyone -it was 3am!
‘I… Well, I was kind of hungry… I’m just-I’m just gonna pick a yoghurt or something and go back to my room… So… yeah’ you muttered, feeling your cheeks burn. You had had a crush at Peter since your father had recruited him, and now he couldn’t even look at you out of embarrassment.
Taking the first thing you saw -a banana, you turned planning on going to your bedroom.
‘[Y/N]!’ Peter’s voice called. He was finally looking at you, his cheeks as red as yours. You looked at him, holding his gaze, a confused look in your eyes. ‘Would you… you know, want to watch a movie or something? I can’t sleep and, well, yeah…’ he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
‘Uh, yeah, I’d love that’ you said. You hadn’t realized how close you two were until then. You were looking straight at his lips, and before you even knew what was going on, his lips were against yours. You were both shy at first, but then Peter took control and what started as a sloppy kiss was quickly turned into a heated make-out session. Just as his hands reached your butt and grabbed it, you heard steps approaching you. You didn’t have time to pull apart before your father’s voice rang through your ears.
‘Come on, really? With my daughter? [Y/N], away from Spiderling, please! I haven’t raised you like this! In my kitchen? At 3am? What is this, a porn movie? Oh my God, and you are wearing no pants! [Y/N], to your room, now! And Spiderling, to yours! Oh my God, and you better not go to hers when I am sleeping! [Y/N], I expected better from you! My own child, oh my God…’ he said. You knew he was joking -you hoped he was, but your cheeks were burning red, and you almost run to your room. Twenty minutes after, you heard a knock on the door. Opening it, you saw Peter, standing there with a small smile on his face.
‘Can I come in?’ he asked. Nodding, you let him in and went to sit on your bed. ‘So, I really like you. I didn’t think you’d like me back -because you like me back, right? Well, you know, maybe you’d like to go out someday or something, but your father can’t know or else he’ll kill me -which is definitely worth it if it means going out with you, you kno-‘ you cut him off by kissing him. He was rambling, and you knew he tended to do that when he was nervous. You were nervous as well, but also excited.
‘I would love that, Peter’ you said, a smile on your lips, as Peter kissed you softly before lying with you on your bed, his arms around your waist. You closed your eyes, trying to fall back to sleep with a though in mind -your father was going to kill you.

Another Carter? (1/?)

Summary : You’re Peggy Carters grand daughter, living as much as a normal life as you can with a giant secret weighing on your shoulders. What happens when you  ripped from your normal life, and thrown into the avengers hands?

Avengers x Reader (so far)

Warnings: Swearing, tiny violence.

Marvel Master List


Steves POV

 " What the hell am I looking at ?“ I ask, my eyes stuck on the screen infront of the team. There is a young girl,  her head hanging making her face not visible.  Shes unconscious and tied down to a chair in what looks like a creepy old lab . Two men appear at her sides, the bright red Hydra emblem on there chests making everyone sigh in annoyance.

Originally posted by leasrafati

” you’ve got to be kidding me.“ I say under my breathe. I feel Bucky stiffen next to me ,  Poor guy. He can never seem to really escape them .

Hello, Avengers.  You have something we want, and we have something you want . You see where we are going with this?“one says, his thick accent already annoying me.

 ” Listen, I think we’ve made it very clear we arent giving up Barnes. Hate to break it to you , but he isn’t one of you anymore.“ Tony says , surprising all of us . Its been almost a year since we’ve been back, Tony and Bucks friendship still isn’t - well its actually not there. They say hello to eachother , but that’s about it . Neither go out of their way for the other ; Buckys too guilty about what he did as the soldier, & Tonys still hurting and resentful, and slightly sorry about how he reacted. 

 ” You’re willing to let this girl die , for him? I don’t think SHIELD will be too happy with you. “ one snaps .  Who is she ? 

One of the agents lifts your head by your hair, your eyes shut and cuts over your face visible. Tony audibly gasps, slamming his hands onto the table infront of him.

Originally posted by thesillybus

” Tony who is she?“  Wanda asks . Tony turns locking eyes with me right away , but before he speaks the agents beat him ,

” Oh you don’t know? Avengers, meet Y/n Carter. Agent Peggy Carters Granddaughter. “  No. Me and Buckys eyes nearly bug out of our heads.

Originally posted by captainamerica1-6

” Stark, -“

” Let her go, or you will regret It.“ Clint snaps, stepping infront of the screen. He knows her?  I look at the girl, jaw dropping as I take in her features. She looks ridiculousy similar to Peg, more like she could be her sister than her grand daughter.

Originally posted by mayawolf

” You know the deal, The soldier for the girl. Otherwise we let the tranquilizer ware off and we slowly kill her .  Or we could just do it now, she has enough in her to take down an elephant . She wont be up for-“

As he speaks  Y/n’s eyes flutter open, going wide as she takes in her situation.  My heart begins pounding in my chest as I see the panic on her face. How could I not know about her? I don’t remember seeing her at the wake, then again , I didn’t exactly have a clear mind. I wonder why Sharon never said anything.

” Where the hell am I ?“ her voice was rough , but still sends chills through me .

” How are you awake!?“ an agent bellows while the other laughs,

” It looks like the Rumors are true . Tell me darling,  dearest grammie had to of given you the serum before she lost her marbles, right?“ As the last word leave his lips , Y/n Breaks through the rope around her, shocking not only the agents near her but most of the team as well. She has the serum? How did they replicate it? Why would Peggy give it to her granddaughter?

” Holy Shit.“ I hear bucky mumble.   We watch as Y/n & the agents begin fighting, she  finally knocks them unconscious after one tells her shes being held in somewhere in Moscow. 

Originally posted by geekandmisandry

e  She turns to the camera with an unamused look gracing her beautiful face.

” I’m in Moscow, ill assume ill see you soon, Uncle Tony.“

Uncle Tony?

Originally posted by dasyjohnson



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anonymous asked:

Do you have any prompts for like.... places to go or fun things to do on a road trip?

I have been on more road trips than I care to count, so let’s see what I can do (note, most of these are based on real things that have happened to me):

  • No we are not taking a 2 hour detour to see the world’s largest rocking chair AU
  • I’ve been awake for 20 hours and i’ve had nothing but gas station coffee and sour gummy worms I will pay you $20 for that apple AU
  • We stopped on the side of the road to sleep but I just heard a noise outside what do we do? AU
  • You were hitchhiking and I picked you up but you want to go where? AU
  • I’ve driven this route 200 times before and your farm used to have a silo shaped like a tomato, what happened? AU
  • Look you seem very nice but you are the 20th fireworks store I’ve been to on this highway do you have any paper lanterns? AU
  • We make fun of every GOD IS REAL sign we see wow there are a lot AU
  • I’d rather look at your stupid face than spend 1 more second looking at all this corn, it’s your turn to drive AU
  • You dared me to go to the Adult Superstore we passed but wow this is really underwhelming AU
  • I took a wrong turn somewhere can you give me directions? AU
  • What do you mean I’m in Iowa I started in Ohio and was supposed to go South! AU
  • 5 hours in the car with nothing but Christian Rock and Country on the radio please tell me you can sing AU
  • Pssh 5 hour car ride is nothing, you should hear about my trip to Yellowstone AU
  • I can’t sleep in the car please entertain me AU

Hope these help! ~Lucy

Eternal Love: Chapter 1

Originally posted by alwaysbts-br

Bts, Vampire AU!/Prince AU! Smut in upcoming Chapters. DOM Bts! Sub Reader! Daddy/Prince Kink! Overall Sexy!!! 




Being sold into an arranged marriage was the norm in every kingdom known to man. It was never meant for a man to simply love his wife. A “relationship” was merely a source to increase the population. A ridiculous agreement made centuries ago in order to keep a kingdom stronger than others.

Except… you never expected not only to be sold off to the most powerful household in the kingdom, but sold off to marry not one man… but seven. Whom also just so happen to be vampires.

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“ (Y/N)… sweetheart” You heard your mother quietly sob as she moved a strand of your hair away from your face. “Sweetheart, I need you to wake up, we are going somewhere”.
 
You turned to look up at her, still half asleep, “Where are we going mother” you asked groggily.

 She just smiled, and squeezed your delicate hand, “ Just trust me puddin… it’s a lovely place “, she said before shoving a rag onto your airway. You looked at her with wide eyes, full of fear and sadness, you knew exactly what was happening. Only you wished it wasn’t happening .“ I’m so sorry” she said, giving you one last kiss to your forehead as you drifted off to sleep once more. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(Five Days Later) 

“Princess, Princess (Y/N)” a sweet voice whispered as the person lightly shook you to wake you up.

“Just five more minutes”, you whined turning to your side, earning a giggle from the lady trying to wake you up.

“ Princess, you’ve been asleep for five days, if you don’t wake up you might die from starvation” she urged on, lightly touching your shoulder.

Princess? Did she just call me princess? You opened your eyes slowly, looking to the side of a room you had not been familiar with. You sat up slowly, a slight headache approaching. 

“ How long have I been asleep?” You asked, rubbing your eyes.

” About five days princess” the woman replied in which you chuckled. “ Princess…” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “ Wait what?!?” You said as you fully opened your eyes.

 A stunning room shown before you. It was absolutely beautiful, a room build for a queen you thought. A room covered in gold: the ceiling had the most breathtaking scenery you’ve ever seen. A pattern of dark red with gold en-laced in the velvet color. The bed you rested on was practically the biggest bed you’ve ever seen, surrounded by see through drapes that mimicked the velvet/gold ceiling. Across from you was a large living room of some sort, where a table full of food and drinks awaited you. You looked at everything in awe.

“This must be my new home”, you whispered , a saddened yet excited tone in your voice. Completely forgetting about the stranger who was trying to wake you up.

“ Yes, this is your new home princess” she smiled, waiting for you to spare a glance over to her.

You then looked over at the woman who has been sitting by your side the entire time. She was absolutely beautiful, her blonde hair glistened due to the bright sun shining through the windows, her bright smile and blue eyes left you mesmerized, as it did to everyone else. You only gawked at her, envying her beauty.  In which she only giggled.

“ It’s very nice to meet you princess, I am Annabelle, your lady- in -waiting. I will assist you in your everyday activities and make sure everything is met to your needs”, she smiled brightly once again as she stood up and bowed.

You reacted right away, “ No no no no no, please there’s no need to bow”,you pleaded and giggled. 

She looked at you in confusion, in which you then responded, “ i’m actually quite scared with this whole situation” you admitted.

 She raised her eyebrow as if to say “ You don’t say”;  she could smell your fear the second your mother applied the ether to your face.

 “ It’s not every day an ordinary farm girl gets sold into a … royal family?” You asked more than stated. Annabelle nodding her head as if answering your question.

 “ It would really put me at ease if we just acted as close friends, being that I will probably be here for the rest of my life.” You looked at her with pleading eyes and a gentle smile. “ Please call me  (Y/N)… no princess or majesty.. Whatever you people call it.” You giggled uneasily.

She looked at you a bit longer, trying to figure out what was so special about an ordinary peasant such as yourself. As she examined you closer, without making you feel uneasy, you grasped a hold of her had, a small gasp leaving Annabel’s lips as an electric shock traveled through her body as she looked into your eyes. “ She’s the one” Annabelle thought to herself, a smile covering her face as a shiver traveled down her spine.

“ As you wish prin… (Y/N)” she said, receiving a hopeful smile from you.

As the two of you smiled at each other a loud rumble sounded from your stomach, causing Annabelle to slightly jump in surprise due to her intense vampire hearing.

“Oh my , you must be starving” she said, looking at you with a worried expression.

“Well sleeping for five days straight does make a girl parched”, you joked, earning a slight giggle from the two of you.


“Well come this way, the staff and I prepared all kinds of food for you to enjoy, after all, your gonna need all the strength you can get when you meet the prince’s”. she said slightly pulling you out of bed.

“Prince’s? There are more than one?” you asked more nervous than you already were to meet the prince… now prince’s.

“Don’t worry princ..(Y/N), you wont meet them all at once, that would be intense”, she giggled as you two reached the table, sitting you down in front of the table of food. “Enjoy the food”. she smiled waiting by the side of your chair. 

“Please, sit down and eat with me. After all, you did help make all of this and I would love to get to know you better through the power of food” you said, pulling a chair next to you. 

Being that vampires were able to also eat human food she smiled and sat next to you.

“ Are you sure (Y/N), I want you to eat as much as you want”. she said looking into your eyes for reassurance.

“Annabelle, there’s enough food here to feed the entire kingdom, please be my guest“ You said as you handed her a chicken leg along with your own.

She took the offering with a smile .

“To friendship” you said holding up your chicken leg. She looked at you and giggled, “To friendship”, she said as you two touched chicken legs.

“ She definitely is extraordinary… treat this one well brothers, she’s a prize to be won”, Annabelle thought to herself loud enough for her seven brothers to hear.

And hear they did

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“ Our queen has awoken brothers”, Namjoon stated with a cheeky smirk as he looked outside his window.  The rest of his brothers looking his way.

“Hyung”, Jungkook spoke up, “ Do you feel that” he said gripping his chair, almost snapping the arm rest.

“Is that her?” , Jimin almost moaned at the feeling you ignited throughout the castle.

Namjoon turned to face his brothers, “ She’s the one “. Unwillingly revealing his fangs alongside his hyungs.

“ What is this feeling…?” Seokjin asked. The rest of the hyungs looking at namjoon for a response.

“It’s what father felt for mother… eternal love” he smirked as he licked his fangs.

( At The End Of Each Chapter I Will Upload Pictures Of The Clothes, Scenes, And Actions The Characters Display To Help Spark The Reader’s Imagination) :)


Authors Note! : Please let me know what you all think! I’m extremely excited to carry out this story and I would like to know what ideas you all have to make this story better! Please keep in mind that any and every suggestions made by you guys will appear throughout the story so keep an eye out :)