soon their lips will touch i know it

A piece of you

Pairing: demon!Dean x Reader

Warnings: A lot of angst

Word Count: about 2600

A/N: I write this for the #Bev’s Milestone Challenge, by this awesome girl >> @chaos-and-the-calm67. Writing this was fun, and I hope you will enjoy it!  Thank you for making me join!
My prompt is number 7: “I’m not making excuses. But I have my reasons, and there’s a difference. What else way I suppose to do when..”
P.s.
I forgot to ask you a gif, so I chose two of them as I please (i hope you don’t mind).


“Dear Dean,

I know that what you read will make you feel bad, as if I betrayed you. And believe me, I also feel this while I’m writing this letter. You know, I’ve tried; I have been striving to be happy with you because I love you. But this life, hunting, risking death every day.. it’s not the life I want. I hate myself, I hate the fact that I can’t be strong enough, for you, for us, to be strong enough to live this strange and dangerous life with you. I hope you will understand me, and please, I know it’s difficult, but don’t look for me. It would be even harder than it’s now. You know that you will always be in my heart, and that with me, there will always be a piece of you.

Y/n.”


Reader’s Pov:
The phone rings suddenly, making me wake up. The light from the cell blinds my eyes at first, but when I read the name of the person is calling me on the screen, I feel a strange bitten in the stomach.
Sam Winchester.
The last time I heard that last name was about ten years ago; after I decided to leave Sam.. and Dean, writing that letter..
I never turned back. I never regret what I did. I would have wanted personally to say to Dean that I had decided to leave, but I would never have done it, and he wouldn’t let me go so easily.
I’m not making excuses. But I have my reasons, and there’s a difference. What else way I suppose to do when I found out to be pregnant? How could I grow my son in that dangerous world, made of monsters, vampires, and other horrible creatures? I have always dreamed a normal life, even when a werewolf killed my brother; My parents had been dead for a long time, and we were just me and him. When my brother died, and I was alone, Dean and Sam welcomed me to their home. But I knew my life wasn’t as a hunter; but I accepted it. I was in love with Dean, and I was ready to sacrifice myself; but my son.. I couldn’t even sacrifice him.
My thoughts vanish when I hear the phone ring again; I hesitated, but then I decide to respond.
“Hello?”
“Thanks to God, Y/n. Are you okay?”
“Sam? What happened?”
Not a ‘how are you’, or ‘how long we do not see’. There is no anger in his voice, as if I had never gone away, as if the last time he and I we met was yesterday. I get up from the bed, and wearing a nightgown, I leave my room, and I head to the kitchen, still the phone near my ear.
“Y/n, I don’t have much time, as soon as I can tell you everything if you want to know. But now you have to run away. Dean.. is a demon.”
I froze; the glass of water I have in my hands almost falls from my hands. Dean is a demon. I don’t know whether to be upset about hearing Dean’s name after all these years, or hearing from his brother that he has become a demon. I would like to ask Sam what happened, what such a serious event led Dean to become something he hunted.
“Y/n, do you hear me?”
Sam’s voice reminds me of reality; as he said, there is not much time; I pass my hand through my hair, imagining what Sam is going to tell me.
“Y/n, you have to get away. Now. Dean has managed to find you. And he’s coming to you.”


It spent half an hour since I received a call from Sam; the first thing I did was go to my son’s room. I shake him, and slowly he wakes up; my son turns to me, and wrinkling his eyes, he frowns, wondering why I woke him up.
“You have to do something very important to me. Now you get out of bed, and hide you in the wardrobe. When I tell you, you go out. I’ll explain it later. Did you understand?”
My son nods energetically, and coming down from the bed, he approaches to his wardrobe, and enters. I close the doors, and then I go to my room. In a hurry and fury, I lean down to the bed, and I take my suitcase, always hiding there; I open it, and approaching my wardrobe, I take some clothes, and put them in a suitcase.
As I go back and forth in the room, I remember the small strongbox hidden behind a picture beside my window; I approach, and insert the code to open it. An audible click! it makes me realize that the strongbox is open. But I didn’t have time to open it completely, that suddenly, I jump: someone has just knocked on the door.
I make my way slowly to the front door, and I froze: after ten long years, I listen again the Dean’s voice.
“Y/n! It’s me, Dean!”
I feel the legs that start to shake as I approach the knob of the front door. I think maybe it’s better not to open, hoping he goes away, thinking that there is nobody in the house, but the fact that there is only one door to divide me from the hunter..
With a trembling hand, I take a deep breath, and with a snap, I open the door. The first thing I notice is the light of the moon reflecting on Dean’s face; it highlights his carved face, his full lips, and especially his green eyes.
Even though at this moment I know he’s the enemy, it’s difficult to see him after so long, and don’t hold him to me, to embrace him.
“Y/n. How long.. You haven’t changed at all..” Dean says, while licking his lips, he goes on to look at my whole body, from the bottom up. I blush, and I remember wearing just one nightgown. I stuck in the garment, while Dean, without even asking permission, goes into the house. Hesitant, I close the door behind me, and put my arms on my chest, watching Dean’s slightest movement.
“Dean, what are you doing here?”
The hunter turns to me, and with a smirk, he approaches me threateningly; with a long step, Dean takes my wrist in his hand, and pushes me toward him, slamming against his chest; instinctively, I stand with my hands against him, and I look up, meeting his eyes.
“Don’t you miss me?”
His deep voice makes me shudder; and to think that many years ago, he turned my head, and I had butterflies in my stomach when he approached me. Right now I’m just scared, not for myself, but for my son.
I don’t answer Dean’s question; instead, I try to push him away with my hands, and move him away from me. He understands my intentions, and slowly I see the smile disappear on his face, which becomes ever more serious and angry. His free hand suddenly clutches my throat, and in a few seconds, my back touches the cold counter-marble at the center of the kitchen. Dean’s gaze doesn’t detach from mine, while I feel the fear of invading my body more and more. For the first time, after so long, I’m afraid. For the first time in my life, I’m afraid of Dean Winchester.
“Dean, leave me.”
Dean doesn’t answer me, and approaches his body more and more to mine. I try to look down, but his hand still tight around my wrist, moving close to my face, and Dean forces me to look at him.
“Let me guess. Sam called you.”
I try with all my strength to remove the hunter from me, but it’s useless; he’s too strong. Silently, I begin to pray; 'Please, Sam, come soon’; 'Please God, protect my son.’
“I missed you so much..”
If I didn’t know that Dean is a demon, I would almost believe in his words. The hunter caresses my cheek, and slowly approaches his lips to mine; he doesn’t pressure, and I remain motionless at his touch. After a few seconds, I think right now he’s more vulnerable; with my hands, I try to push him away again, and this time I can. Dean, taken aback, back off and staggers; finally, I have the opportunity to run away, and that’s what I do. I start running to my room, where the strongbox, with the gun inside, is still open; suddenly, I feel a hand on my neck, and I feel my hair pulled behind. I slap my back against Dean’s chest as I feel his hot breath on my naked skin.
“Leave me!” I scream toward him, while with my hands I try to scratch his hands to hurt him. I hear him smile, but then something happens: Dean loosens his grip on my hair. I look in front of me, and my eyes widened; in front of me and Dean, there’s my son. With my gun in my hand. My eyes meet that of the baby, and I beg him to run away, but he doesn’t have the slightest intention.
“Leave my mommy.”
My baby’s little hands tremble around the gun as he points to Dean. The hunter pushes my body against the wall, and I fall to the ground; slowly, Dean is approaching my son, and in the meantime I look around to look for anything to hit the hunter, and move him away from the baby.
“And you are..?”
As my beat of my heart accelerates more and more, my gaze falls into my son’s room, and the baseball bat he uses to play with his friends. In a moment, I launch on the baseball bat, Dean is too focused on the baby to see my move.
It all happens in a matter of seconds: the noise of the baseball bat that hits Dean’s back is rumbling between the walls of the corridor. The hunter falls unconscious on the ground, and without thinking twice, I run to my son.
“What are you doing here? I told you to stay hidden!” I say raising my voice as I take the gun out of his hands. My son and I come into my room, and I close the key door. I see my son looking down, but his eyes are full of tears. Immediately I feel guilty about screaming at him, and approaching his little body to me, I hold him tight against me.
“Sorry honey. Sorry if I yelled.”
He nods only; we remain in that position for a few seconds, then I’ll walk him away from me, and look at him in the eye.
“Now you go to hide. And this time, don’t go out. You understood me? Any noise you will hear, stay hidden. If you feel screaming, stay hidden. Are we clear?”
“Yes, mommy.”
“Now you go. Mom has a job to do.”


When Dean wakes up, I’m sitting on one of the armchairs that are in the living room. He’s sitting in a chair in the middle of the room, and at the center of a devil’s trap; all these years without hunting doesn’t mean that I have forgotten how to fight a demon. Around Dean’s body there are chains, and the wrists are tied with strings. Dean raises his head slowly, and his eyes roam the room, stunned. When the hunter sees me, his eyes are transformed: his beautiful green eyes disappear, completely black. To see Dean in this state.. I don’t feel anything.
“But look at her. The happy mommy. You know, I was wrong: you’ve changed.”
My eyes meet his, and I stay silent. Now what I can try for the man who is in front of me is just indifference.
“What a beautiful child you have. Do you know at least what the father is? Nah.. how many men you’ve been fucked after leaving me?”
His words trigger something in me: anger.
“You.” I say as I slowly rise from the chair. I approach him, but not too much to make him a few false steps. Dean frowned, as if he didn’t understand what I meant.
“You are the father. Do you remember Dean? So long ago, I fucked you.”
My words leave the hunter speechless; did he not think that my son was his son right away? He thinks I went with other men?
“I-I-” he tries to say something, but he can’t make a complete sentence. I still take a few steps toward him, and I support my hands on his arms, my face a few inches from his.
“Soon, your brother will be here. And he will take you away from me, and my son. And then I’ll leave, and you will not see us again. Remember this when Sam will bring you back. I hate you. The only good thing that happened to you is my son. But you.. you’ve always been a plug in your side.”
Dean swallows, and at first he’s shocked by my words; but that’s the truth. I don’t want him in my son’s life, everything would change. So he must think I hate him so much that he will never see him again, so he will not look for me.
Dean seems not to fall down listening to my words, but I understand him, in the end, he is a demon now. But my words are for human Dean. Because when Sam brings him back, and he will, the hunter will remember everything. And he will try to see me and my son, but remembering my words, he will not.


Dean’s Pov:
One week.

Two weeks.

Three weeks.

It’s been nearly a month since Sam managed with his blood transfusions to take me back. My days of demon.. I remember them very clearly. And I also remember her, Y/n. And my son. I’ve always wondered why she was gone without any real reason. And now, after nearly ten years, I finally know the truth. I have a child. We have a son. But she doesn’t want me to know him; and how can I blame her? I did see after so many years, and I was a demon, and I tried to hurt both her and our son. How can I pretend she wants to see me? I look at my phone’s screen with her phone number at the top of the contact list. Call her, or not call her? I close my eyes and think back to her words.

“Soon, your brother will be here. And he will take you away from me, and my son. And then I’ll leave, and you will not see us again. Remember this when Sam will bring you back. I hate you. The only good thing that happened to you is my son. But you.. you’ve always been a plug in your side.”

How do I call her, if she said she hate me? She doesn’t want to hear anymore about me. But how can I continue to live pretending not to know that I have a son? My life is difficult, and I would never allow my son to be in danger..
I look at my phone screen again, and then I press the button to start the call. If she still has my number, she will know that I am. And if she answers, it means I may still have a little hope. And if she doesn’t answer..

Ring!

Ring!

Ring!

“Hello?”


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Baby boy (Jungkook one-shot smut)

Originally posted by nnochu


A/N: Just had it lying around. Will edit later.

Summary: You and Jungkook get carried away at school.

Themes: Baby boy Jungkook, sex with risk of being caught, sex at school, battle for dominance, dom Jungkook, sub Jungkook

Pairing: You x Jungkook

Genre: Pure smut

Word count: 4k (like all smut lol)

Trigger warnings: Dominance, sex at school, teasing, swearing, graphic smut, oral

thank you, @lindlovesbts <3


You’d first hooked up with him 56 days ago. It was a party. Another one. One you shouldn’t have gone to, just like the 5 before that. The liquor rang strong in your veins and your body shuddered with sexual frustration as you watched him from across the room. He hadn’t noticed you until you made it impossible for him not to. You got real close to where he was sitting on a random couch and danced as seductively as you could. You knew your plan to get his attention worked when you were in the kitchen pouring another drink and he approached you.

“Y/N, right?” He asks, casually leaning back against the counter, which holds the red cup your eyes are still on. You know it’s him and don’t bother to look up- adding to the game.

“And you’re Jungkook.”

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Incy Wincy Spider

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:  This is my first entry for @bucky-plums-barnes100 banging kinks for Bucky’s birthday” Reader gets bored while they watch a movie.

Word Count: 1,078

Warnings: Smut, Language, Spider Walking (kink)

A/N: Spider Walking is great and very underrated. It’s driving someone insane by touching them with the pads of your fingers, sort of like a fly walking up your arm. No actual skin contact, just fleeting caresses. Hope you like it, my loves!

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

You and Bucky lay in bed, his attention focused on the screen of your laptop, his eyes following the movements of the characters in his favourite film. It was a European film, lots of smoking and swearing, and you grew tired of it after a few minutes. Needing to distract yourself, you started mapping his veiny forearm with the pad of your index.

The arm around your waist squeezed gently. “Are you bored?”

His voice startled you and your fingers stropped tracing patterns on his arm. You tilted your head up to look up at him, your lips turned up in a shy smile.

“A bit,” You admitted, laying your head back on his chest. “Was that annoying?” You slid your fingertips slowly along his forearm so he’d know what you were referring to.

A soft laugh bubbled past his lips. “Not at all. Actually, it’s very soothing.”

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study date | stiles stilinski

A/N: I’m back! School has been killing me, so I’m sorry for not posting anything lately but I have so many ideas and so little time to write. I’m still taking requests as well, so send them in! Hope ya’ll enjoy this. Love, J xx.

Prompt: Stiles asks you to come over to study and things get heated.

Word Count: 1,544

Warning: Smut, Smut, and more smut.

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She was achy, her eyes were killing her and the constant thrum in her head was just a friendly reminder that she had cried herself to sleep last night, and was now paying the consequences.

She was sure she didn’t look that great either. Her normal put together look was just not gonna happen today, she was too damn tired. Running a hand through her messy ponytail, she sighed, buttoning the blouse she had on, holding her hands to her heart. How did she get here?

She had never thought he would hurt her, she trusted him. He knew how important that trust was to her, so how could he do this?

The “he” in question was none other than her boyfriend of six months, Jughead jones.

Leaning against her locker, gently resting her head on the cool metal grates she closed her eyes. She was early and she allowed herself a minute to enjoy the quiet of the empty halls. She had to wake up practically an hour early to avoid Jughead, he always walked her to school and she couldn’t even look at him right now.

Thinking of the beanie wearing boy, her eyes welled with unshed tears, she loved him. She was so stupid. She should have learned, it was nearly impossible to love her. Archie had made that clear, and now the picture in her phone of Jughead and Sabrina spellman further cemented that fact.

She had been having an amazing day, cherrleading with Ronnie, manicures with Kevin. She settled into her bed content and happy last night.

That was until she received a picture message from Cheryl blossom with the words

“I know we aren’t besties, but I wanted you to see it from me first. Sorry girl.”

Attached to it was a picture of Jughead kissing the short haired blonde in a booth at pops, it was taken from a distance so it was a bit blurry, the beanie was visible and the curvy blonde was recognizable from any distance.

Obviously he didn’t care about her at all,he didn’t even try to hide. It all happened right there at pops, she was humiliated, heart broken and just sad.

Suddenly students started filtering in and she lifted her head from the locker. Immediately she noticed the looks, people were staring at her whispering. Holding her head high, she clutched her books to her chest. They wouldn’t win, not with her.

Suddenly the front doors slammed open and jughead stood feet away from her, he looked almost worse than she did, the blood shot eyes, dirty flannel and missing beanie.

Woah. She had only seen him without a beanie a few times and that was never in front of other people. She wasn’t going to stand here and admire his mess of black waves though, she had to go. Get out of this hallway. Turning on her heel, she took off, shoulders slumped and tears steaming. She heard his heavy, quick footsteps behind her.

“Betty, bets, please. Talk to me, you wouldn’t answer any of my messages last night and when I came over your dad said you wouldn’t see me, I have to explain, please let me explain.” He was pleading. She could hear it in his voice. Jumping to stand in front of her he reached for her face “bets” she flinched away. All she could see was that damn picture.

“Just…just leave me alone.” She whispered

“Betty.” He choked out.

Suddenly she was ushered into a classroom and was being embraced by the gorgeous raven haired girl she was lucky enough to call her best friend.

“It’s not what you think B, I was there I saw it all. That skank pretty much jumped him. I know it looks horrible, but you have to believe him. He loves you.”

Betty couldn’t comprehend all this. It was too much

“ I have to go, class is starting. Thank you Ronnie.” She walked out the door.

Maybe she was right, maybe it was all a misunderstanding. But could she let her heart be that vulnerable? She’d allowed her heart to be destroyed by Archie, she couldn’t let that happen again.

Walking into her chemistry class, she took a deep breathe, she forgot. She sat next to Jughead in this class. The room went quiet as she took her seat. Everyone was waiting for her to explode. Fortunately for her, her family had taught her to only explode on the inside.

As soon as professor flute started speaking, Jughead turned to her.

“ I am so sorry baby.” She straightened a bit, he only ever called her baby when he was scared.

“I didn’t even realize it was happening. One second she’s asking for my ketchup and the next she’s sitting there, talking to me, touching me. Than before I knew it she attacked me. I’m such an idiot. I shouldn’t have let her get that close, I don’t think. I’m the biggest asshole in the world. But I promise you, I did not kiss her. I would never. I.. betty .. please you have to know how much I love you.”

She looked into his eyes finally, her heart ached when she noticed the tears in her eyes.

“She’s beautiful juggie.” She whispered

His eyes widened and he shook his head, placing his hand under her chin

“Betty.. don’t you get it? You’re everything.”

Her eyes closed and she let the tears hit his palm.

“I love you Jughead. I can’t.. I can’t let you break my heart.. I don’t..”

“No.” he said drawing the professors eyes towards his. Even the old man seemed to realize this couldn’t wait “No Betty. That’s not me, I will never break your heart. Not on purpose. You know me, I would rather die than hurt you. You’re so beautiful and good and kind I… God please don’t leave me. ”

She closed her eyes when she felt his tears hit her arms, that he was gripping.

“I believe you ” she finally breathed out, grabbing his hand.

Almost all of the tension he was holding in was instantly released. “Thank you, thankyou so much.”

“I’m gonna kill Sabrina, you know that right?” She said her face hard as stone.

Jughead nodded

“If it makes you feel any better, I pretty much lost it on her, called her a few choice names and then very gently shoved her out of the booth.”

Betty laughed, leaning into her boyfriend.

“That’s nothing compared to when I see her.”

He snorted
“I know, I expect nothing less.”

Looking into his eyes, she saw the love shining through them, it made her heart flutter

“I love you Jughead.”

He dropped his lips to hers, with the brightest smile she had ever seen he whispered

“Not nearly as much as I love you Betty Cooper.”

As soon as there lips touched each other’s the class erupted into simultaneous
“Awwwwws”

And professor flute cleared his throat effectively ruining the moment.

“Now if we can continue.” He raised a pointed brow towards the couple.

Swinging his arm over Betty, Jughead smiled at the teacher

“After you.”

Betty giggled.

Touchy-Feely (Maybe)

Anonymous asked: “Hey, I was wondering if you had any prompts where one character gets kind of anxious when it comes to physical touch but really wants to cuddle/hold hands/kiss/etc? Thank you so much :)”

1. Their hand dangled just inches away. Centimeters, really. It would be so, so easy… For anyone else.

2. It’s easier in the winter. They can edge closer, under the guise of seeking out body heat, and no one is the wiser. Unfortunately, Summer will be here all too soon.

3. They know about my past. They know I’m scared of touch, and they’re trying to respect that. I appreciate it, but with them, I just know it would be okay. 

4. Their lips hovered over mine, and I silently pleaded with them to close the gap. I know I never could.

5. A chill filled the room, and they instinctively put an arm around their partner, before hesitating. “I’m sorry. I know you don’t like this sort of thing.” The response that came was brittle, but sure. “It’s okay. Please don’t let go.”

6. They loved the feeling of being held; of lips brushing their forehead, and a hand clasping their own. The problem was, every time they opened their mouth, all they could think about was what happened before, and requests for touch died on their lips. 

7. “I love you. You don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

“Thank you. Honestly, thank you. But I… I want to… Can I hold your hand?” They couldn’t breathe, the words lingering in the air, mocking them. This was ridiculous. What were they thinking? 

“Of course you can.”

~This is my catnip, honestly. Well, one of my catnips. I hope these help!~

KAI PARKER X READER


Broken

Desc: Can you do a Kai imagine where he meets a girl who has the same past as him (except the whole killing family thing was in self defense) & well shy and quiet she seems to be the only one who sees something in him & stands up for him & laughs at all his jokes & he doesn’t understand why he loves bringing her out of her shell & seeing her laugh at his dorky jokes & basically a imagine where they, two people who have been scorned by love, fall in love & learn to understand it ❤

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She ran into him by accident. It was around two in the morning, and the stars dotted the black canvas in the sky like sprinkles of golden fairy dust. It was cool out, the gentle breeze just enough to bring goosebumps to her skin, and it smelt of the fresh pine trees of the forest she was running through. Her hair was pulled atop her head in a loose and messy knot, oversized sweater hanging over her palms, her eyes hooded and lips chapped. The girl’s battered combat boots smacked against the leaf strewn ground, her breath heavy, leather bag dangling off her shoulder as she sprinted like her life depended on it. 

“Aghh!”

The girl slammed face first into something, her hands coming up to massage her face as she groaned out in pain. She inhaled a raspy breath, blinking around in bewilderment when she realized there was nobody and nothing there.

“Hello?” she uttered into the desolate forest.

“Hi.”

The voice was almost inaudible, so faint and nervous she almost missed it. It seemed to come from directly in front of her, and yet when she stared in the direction of the voice, all she saw was the dark outline of a faded oak. Suddenly, a boy melted from the shadows, literally seeping out in human form. He was tall and lanky, with ruffled brown hair and shining blue eyes that were filled with hurt. The moonlight cast shadows across his sculpted facial curves, full lips, and faint stubble. He’d been cloaking himself with an invisibility charm, smart.

“You have magic,” the girl stated in disbelief, tilting her head and looking the boy over with curiosity.

“And that doesn’t scare you?” his voice rumbled low.

She narrowed her eyes, “no.”

The girl raised a hand towards the boy, and a golden wisp of light erupted from her pale fingertips and engulfed the two in an orb of glimmering light so they could see only each other in the folds of the dark night. The boy stared at the girl in awe, his mouth hanging open a little. He looked her over, impressed.

“You too,” he breathed.

“Me too,” she responded, feeling suddenly shy when he looked her over with those startlingly blue eyes.

“And what are you doing running through the forest in the middle of the night?” he asked, brow arched.

“I could ask you the same,” she says, folding her arms over each other.

“No, really,” he asks sincerely.

“You wouldn’t get it,” she clenches her jaw, and he picks up on the little pulse and crinkle in her eyebrows.

“I might just,” he whispers, his eyes flickering back and forth between hers.

She twirls a long curl of hair around her fingertips, eyes planted to the brown soil, heart sinking. The memories pain her to think about, and when she does, the golden orb around them falters momentarily. 

“I’m running,” she admits with a heavy sigh.

“From?”

“My family,” she swallows hard at the lump in her throat, eyes coming back to the boy’s. He doesn’t seem phased at all, but he frowns when he sees her looking so fragile and hurt.

“Anyways,” she shakes her head, snapping out of her trance. “I can’t keep up too long or they’ll find me. So…goodbye, stranger.”

She moves to sidestep the boy, but he grabs at her wrist, shaking his head, “Kai.”

“Kai?” she breathes.

“My name,” his lips twitch faintly.

Her body relaxes, maybe she can stay another minute.

“Well, it’s actually Malachai,” he stumbles softly. “Malachai Parker.”

“That’s a beautiful name,” she says bashfully.

Kai scoffs, “yeah, right.”

“I mean it,” she smiles sympathetically, seeing the look of disgust he has for his own name.

Kai chews his rosy lower lip in disbelief, thinking she’s joking at first, but her facial expression holds still. A breeze swoops gently over them, and he catches a whiff of her sugary perfume, it’s intoxicating, and he wants to move closer to her but he doesn’t.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, letting go of the knit sweater he clung to.

She tells him her name, and asks what he could be doing at such an early hour.

“Running,” he mimics her.

He sees her facial expressions soften, lips bending downwards and eyes saddening. She’s so precious and delicate, nothing like himself.

“From your family?” she whispers, taking a step closer to him.

He couldn’t bear to drag such a fragile girl into his messy life, so he decided to scare her off now rather than later, since lying would only hurt her. And he didn’t want to see her more hurt than she clearly was already. Something about her…he couldn’t put his finger on it, but he only knew she didn’t deserve to be with a disaster like himself.

“No,” he said icily, stiffening his back. “I killed them all.”

The girl froze, heart hammering, instinctively taking a step back.

Good, she was scared. 

“Why?” her voice trembles.

“Because I’m the black sheep,” he laughs bitterly. “I was an outcast in my family my entire life, the broken one, the ‘faulty gemini’. My sister Jo was the perfect one, oh, everyone loved Jo. But not me. No, I was isolated from my own family,” he spits with anger. “I bet it was really nice to stand around and judge me, while they got everything out of life.”

“Why?” she asks again, sounding more curious than frightened now.

Kai cuts her off and draws closer to her, “you should go,” he growls.

“Tell me,” she demands, standing her ground despite every part of her body urging her to run.

She was clearly terrified, but was stubborn enough to try and hide it.

“What makes you think I won’t hurt you?” he says with dark eyes.

“Because I know what it feels like,” she snaps, her face inches from his malicious one.

That expression on his face melted off like ice, and he steps back, “what?”

“Show me,” she responds nervously.

“Show you?” he questions, unable to hold the facade.

He hated the feeling of control the girl seemed to hold over him. Why wasn’t she running yet? Everyone else would have…

“Show me your ability,” she demands quietly, rolling up her lavender sweater and shoving her wrists out to the boy.

“H-how did you know?”

“We’re not so different, you and I,” she says, “just…do it.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he admits with a shake of his head. Funny how quickly he switched from selfish and psychotic to caring and compassionate.

“Kai,” she begs.

He takes a rattled breath, his hands clammy as he approaches the defiant girl. He can feel energy radiating from her bloodstream, and he wants it, needs it, like a drug. She doesn’t look afraid as his slender fingers lock lightly on her wrists, the cool rings that decorated his fingers pressing into her skin. Her beautiful eyes hold to his own, and he keeps them locked to hers as the orange glow burns into her flesh. Her magic oozes into his bloodstream, but it’s different than usual, stronger, he thinks. His mouth tips open as he groans from the feeling he’s missed so much, her energy diffusing throughout his body, and he can’t help but close his eyes from the pleasure. Any second now she should be gasping out for him to stop, crumpling from the pain of his siphoning, but she doesn’t. Then he drops her wrists, snapping back to reality, feeling more alive than he has in ages.

“Why didn’t that hurt you?” he breathes, still on a magic high.

“I don’t run out,” she responds flatly.

“How is that not a gift?!” Kai gasps.

“Because when I have so much it makes me overwhelmed, and I- I can’t control it. My emotions tip even just a little, and my magic comes spilling out of me. The rest of my family thought they could just fix me, because I was some sort of threat to out coven. A-and sometimes I only wanted to help, but it makes me do bad things…hurt people,” she mutters, eyes to the floor. “It’s darker magic, watch.”

The girl stoops low to the ground, where a small pink flower blossoms innocently from the ground. She brushes her fingers to the soft petals, and Kai watches as the plant dissolves into black ash under her finger pads.

“My mom came after me one day,” she shudders, “I didn’t mean to, I was just trying to protect myself.” Her wrist quickly swiped away a falling tear, and she cleared her throat, pretending it was all alright.

He wanted nothing more than to wrap that girl in his arms that instant.

“You don’t scare me, Malachai Parker,” she stands, her body alarmingly close to his.

Nobody ever called him by his full name, this was new.

“You’re not as twisted as me,” he denies. “I’m bad news, a psycho, or sociopath, if you will.”

He runs a hand through his chestnut locks, overwhelmed by the closeness of the girl.

“Stop trying to scare me,” she says. “You’re not like that.”

“And how would you know?”

“You’re not bad, you’re just…broken. I know that feeling.”

Her eyes reflect the golden sparkles around them, hair cascading across her perfect face. Her ability to care confused him.

Kai scoops down to the ground, touching the pile of ashes where the flower was moments ago. His eyes close as he uses his siphoned magic to revive the flower, and soon he’s plucked the rosy thing from the ground and is facing this girl again. She looks at the flower with admiration, the faintest of smiles on her little lips. Kai picks off the stem, and brushes back the girls hair affectionately, sliding the pink flower into the crook of her ear; it suits her wonderfully. Her cheeks blush noticeably, and she chews nervously at her lower lip. He can’t help but trail his fingers across her perfect skin, surprised that she didn’t pull away; nobody ever let Kai touch them. He liked that feeling a lot.

“Look at us,” he says, “two broken pieces.”

“Maybe two broken pieces make a whole one,” she laughs suddenly.

He loved that tinkling bell-like laugh so much, he wanted to hear it again and again.

“You know you’re like, really pretty,” Kai blurts without thinking.

She smiles a radiant smile up at him, “don’t tell me Malachai Parker is actually feeling,” she jokes.

He shoves her playfully, but grabs each of her arms afterwards so that she’ll stay close to him. When he pulls her back, her chest goes thudding against his, and she instantly resumes her nervous stance.

“Hey,” he says, his fingers crawling under her chin and lifting it up so their eyes meet. “You have too much power contain, and I don’t have any at all, maybe if we work together we could balance each other’s faults, you know?”

“Work together?” she blinks up at him. “Not, alone?”

He bends over her, the electric currents of her skin against his driving him crazy with longing. Her lips were so close, begging for his.

“Not alone,” he breathes.

Liberty Pt.8

Originally posted by enchanted-forests

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Peggy x Steve, Wanda x Sam

AU: Pirates of the Caribbean Universe

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, Baron Zemo, Alexander Pierce, Blackbeard

Warnings for this fic: Angst, smut, running away, profanity, violence, self defense practicing, injury, alcohol.

Warnings for this chapter: Waking up disorientated, hella crying, sexual assault mention, bodily harm, flashbacks and nightmares, fluff, sam and wanda fluff. Interrogation, Pierce being an asshole.
Smut, not full blown tho, thigh riding, please tell me if i’ve forgotton anything

Word Count: 3861

A/N: I hope everyone likes this chapter, it’s taken me like a week, i hope its not too bad. though there are some sensitive subjects listen in the warnings. Just to say, if anyone has suffered any form of assault, people are willing to listen and my ask/message box is always open. Stay strong guys n dolls.
I’m also very effing tired so sorry if there are any mistakes

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7


Your world had stopped. Your hair and skin was stained with the blood of a man you had never provoked, you were a statue, stuck, unwilling to move, the stench of iron in your lungs.

And then everything was black.


A sharp tingling in his fingers was all Bucky could feel as he made way from his spot on the quarterdeck.

Shit, shit, shit.” Bucky seethed. He scrambled towards your unconscious body. Wanda was shifting you into the safety position, gently moving your dead-weight limbs in the correct way.

As Bucky approached you, he took your tired body into his arms, carrying you bridal into his cabin, “Wanda, I’d like you to tend to Y/N, please, in case there’s anything wrong with her. I need to sort out Rumlow and Pierce.” His voice was gruff and worn.

‘Course, Captain.

After gently resting you on the bed, Bucky stormed out of the cabin in haste. As he approached Rumlow’s lifeless body, he gave it a swift kick in the head with his right foot, earning a sharp crack of the bones within.

That’s what you get for fucking with my patience, prick.

Bucky, what are we gonna do with Pierce?” Sam grumbled as he hid the dead body behind a crate, grimacing.

He’s going to clean up this mess.” Bucky scowled, pointing down at the blood and tissue slapped against the decking.

Sam scurried towards the hatch that opened to the bottom deck, holding his pistol in a white-knuckled fist.

Pierce, Captain Barnes wants you.” Sam earned a huff and a disheveled man approaching from the dark shadows of the decks below. “Now!


Is there something you need, Captain?” Alexander rolled his eyes.

Ah! Pierce! Just the man I needed, I need you to clean this mess up,” Bucky commented, his dramatic gesture towards the dark trail dripping with sarcasm.

As Alexander grabbed the mop and bucket from the side of the ship, he began to mop what he thought was vomit, but when the stench of iron filled his withering lungs, he wondered why Brock hadn’t come back from…

Where’s Rumlow?” Alexander asked shakily, not full of fear but anger.

If thou looks thou shalt find,” Bucky mumbled matter-of-factly whilst pretending to pick at his nails.

As the elder man followed the crimson trail he found the deceased body of Brock.

What on earth-

Tell me what he was planning.” Scowl, jaw clenching, brows furrowing.

I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Alexander exclaimed, practically shaking in his worn leather boots as Sam held the barrel against his matted grey hair.

Bull-fucking-shit, Pierce, tell me what Brock was doing, what he was planning against Y/N, or even me for all I know, or I promise Sam will put a bullet in that thick skull of yours just like I did to your little partner in crime.” Bucky was full of wrath, but he kept his voice low so he didn’t wake up his crew.

We targeted her because… She’s young a-and pretty and-

“Because you’re both disgusting pigs that objectify women and try to force them to satisfy your needs. Let me enlighten you, on your future journey aboard my ship,” Bucky sauntered closer to the disheveled man in front of him and continued in a low whisper, “now that your little friend has tried my patience and trust and I have had to waste a bullet, you will do as I say until I am done with you, you will not lay a finger on anyone, including myself and Y/N. I’m taking your firearms and weapons, henceforth taking your dignity. Consider yourself a man of the brig, Mr. Pierce.

Sam lowered his pistol and stuffed it into his belt, keeping a watchful eye on Pierce as he continued to clean up the bloody mess on the brown flooring.

I’ve got my eyes on you. Keep on cleanin’, white boy.

~

Who’s going to get rid of the body?” Wanda asked, biting her fingernails.

She had tucked you into bed once she finished cleaning the cut on your throat and the blood from your sweat sodden skin. She had the decency to change you out of your confinements too, the fabrics were chucked into a metal bucket full of hot water so the blood wouldn’t stain. Your limp body had made it hard for Wanda to dress you in a spare blouse, but the hard work had paid off.

I was the one to kill him and I think I should be the one to chuck him overboard. Sam, would you think strapping a pair of boons to his feet would make him sink?

I think it would, Buck.” Sam snorted.

Well then, I’ll be back shortly.

With that, Bucky made his way to the main deck. He never intended to kill anyone, but when someone threatens someone he cares about most dear, his simmering anger turns to an over-boiled rage that cannot be contained. Sometimes he could control it, sometimes he couldn’t. Not this time, anyway. Shooting Brock Rumlow’s brains out was a rational thing to do, seeing as he was holding a very sharp dagger to his lady’s throat.

What he didn’t understand was why. Why? Why did he target you? Was there something Pierce wasn’t confessing? Was it something else?

He would never know now unless Pierce spilled his guts, and that’s why unwanted guilt washed over him like cold water as he steadied the dead body over the edge of the ship.

May the gods have mercy on your soul Brock Rumlow, because I fucking won’t.


As you woke up, you realised it was far from dawn due to the faint white rays of moonlight pouring through the small windows. Through tired, cloudy eyes you looked at your surroundings. You were in yours and Bucky’s shared bedchamber, though he was nowhere in sight. Glancing up at the clock, you noticed the large hand on the eleven and the smaller hand near the twelve.

How long had you been out for?

You looked down your body to find that you were dressed in one of Bucky’s worn blouses, who dressed you? Who cleaned you? Was Brock dead? Was everyone OK?

You had so many questions.

You carefully slipped from beneath the silk sheets of the warm bed and tiptoed towards the cabin.

Bucky?” You called, your vision was still foggy from sleep, and you felt a throbbing sensation on the side of your throat. You peered into a nearby mirror and discovered you had a small gash on the side of your neck from where Brock had fallen behind you, his dagger had obviously caught but you were lucky it was just a small cut and no a full slice across the front.

Y/N? How are you feeling?” Bucky’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, his hands gently resting on your shoulders.

“I, er, I don’t know really,” You gulped, tears formed in the corner of your eyes as you spoke, “Everything… Everything is just… Lord, I’m sorry Bucky-

Hey- no need for that, my love, none of this- NONE, of this is your fault. You’ve just been the victim of a very fucked up person, this was all HIS doing, not yours, don’t you even dare, for a second, think that you should blame yourself.” Bucky then tugged you to his chest as you let a few tears slip, you felt strong hands rub your back and stroke your hair as you breathed deep breaths.

He said… He said he would have slit my throat, d-drained me and t-then used my body as a toy or s-something,” you hiccuped then, wincing as the scene replayed in your head, “and he said Pierce would be in on it too- and he said something about not risking Blackbeard- my father’s blade again.

Listen, you’re safe now, I… You know what I’ve done to Rumlow, he’s long gone, probably eaten by a shark or stolen by a siren by now. Though, Pierce is being kept in the brig behind bars, away from everyone else.” You furrowed your brows then, but before you could speak Bucky finished his sentence.  “I’ll let you kick his ass soon, maybe shoot him in the foot.” You let out a watery giggle then, sniffling slightly. You saw the devotion in Bucky’s soft eyes then, along with his loving smile.

You realised then, that you loved this man, this big soft soul wrapped in steel skin, with silky brown hair and eyes as blue as the ocean tides. You didn’t want to say it so soon- so you just tugged his head down to yours so you could press a tender kiss to his lips. It was a passionate kiss, but there was no tongue, or groans or moans. Sheer bliss and you pulled away only slightly, your lips ghosting over his.

May I ask who took care of me whilst you done whatever you did?

It was Wanda, I-I didn’t know whether you would have wanted I, a male, to touch you whilst unconscious, so I asked Wanda, a female, and your friend, to help you. Seeing as she’s uh… tended to your… womanly needs before-

Hush, James, I know what you mean. Thank you for respecting me.” You press a soft kiss to his lips, inwardly sighing at the warm contact as his hands cupped your jaw. “I’m hungry, but… I think I should get some clothes on first.


What do you think will happen?” Sam asked quietly as he stood behind his love, head resting his head on her shoulder.

I don’t know, Sam, just know, that whatever happens, we’ll find a way out of it, we always do.” Wanda murmured, her hands resting on the ones draped gently across her shoulders, stroking his knuckles softly.

Hey, look up, see that? Shooting star, better make a wish, darlin’.” Sam chuckled, his eyes stuck on the beautiful lass in front of him, she was his wish come true, so he didn’t have to ask for anything more.

I couldn’t wish for anything more than you, Sam.


You had spent the hour with Bucky in the main area of the cabin, you hadn’t exited the large room, therefore, you didn’t have to change. Bucky had kindly gone to the galley and fetched some bread, fruit and wine for you. You both sat by his desk, munching away.

As the clock chimed one, you and Bucky both bid goodnight to Wanda and Sam once they popped their heads through the door to do the same. As you both got comfortable in bed, you shuffled closer to one another, basking in each other's’ warmth and company. You felt Bucky yawn, his hard chest heaving against your cheek, causing you to yawn also.

Yawning is as contagious as the black death, dare I say,” Bucky muttered tiredly, the vibrations of his voice relaxing you. His hands absentmindedly delved underneath the loose fabric of the baggy blouse that adorned your frame. His fingers traced light lines from your waist to your shoulder, slightly edging the blouse further and further up, the sound of even breathing and steady ocean waves lulled you to sleep.


During the early hours of the morning, you were jolted out of your sleep. Bucky had awoken too - having the ability to feel what you’re feeling - he felt the sweat roll down your temple, your erratic breathing and the tears burning in your eyes.

You were on high alert, you felt so panicked and scared. It hadn’t been a whole day and you were already having night terrors, Brock’s disfigured face haunted and tormented the insides of your eyelids, screaming into your dreaming ears, the feeling of cold steel still against your throat and sticky blood coating your skin like thick paint.

Bucky could feel you going into an erratic, panicked state and he shuffled closer to you to try and make you feel his gentle, calming touch. As his calloused hands made contact with yours, you looked at him with wide eyes. It felt like you were drowning, you couldn’t breathe and your head felt too heavy for your body like a siren out of the water.

Shh, Y/N, it’s okay, he’s not here, he can’t touch you anymore, he’s dead, he’s gone, long gone. Breathe with me, darling, breathe nice and deep, there we go,” You shuffled closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder, nuzzling your face into his neck whilst your shoulders heaved with muscle-straining sobs. Bucky’s voice alone eased you to calmness again, and you slumped against him, tired and spent from the panic attack.

I hope God has no mercy on that wretched man because I certainly won’t.” You groaned. You felt your head throb with pain from a number of tears you had shed now and then.

I said the exact same thing, doll, I said the exact same thing. But just remember that I’m here for you, Wanda is here for you, so is Sam. You’re welcome to jump aboard Steve’s ship and talk to him or Peggy as well, they’re basically… only next door.” He finished his words with a firm kiss on your forehead. You snorted a little, rubbing your tired eyes.

You twisted your head to look at the large grandfather clock, it was only three in the morning and you still had time to rest but you were so, so petrified of the pictures flashing behind your eyelids again.

Then the reality of this whole situation combusted inside your chest, the realisation that your father, the most feared pirate in all continents, was probably out roaming the seas looking for you. What if he was angry? You shook the thought from your mind when you realized that you never owed him any explanation; he had tried courting you off with a strange man that was only interested in sex and breeding to keep his bloodline going, he paid barely any attention to you and he shrugged you off most of the time.

Bucky, Wanda, Sam, Steve, Peggy… They were your home now, not Port Royal. Your father could attempt to steal you away from the man you love and take you back to the island but there was a high chance of him being at the pointy end of everyone’s swords.

Most of the crew had taken a liking to you, apart from Pierce and the late Brock Rumlow, obviously, the thought made you shudder again.

Y/N, darling, please rest -” Bucky whispered, his fingers gently ghosting against the skin of your neck. His large hand gently cradled your head as his thumb soothed over your earlobe, making you relax into his touch. You peered down to see the covers tangled between both your legs, putting them on show.

Bucky- you never told me about that scar -” You ran your finger lightly over the thick scar on thigh, the tissue was painted in pinks and whites small tinges of red, the pattern almost resembled that of a map, like it was a guide to his soul. The thought made you smile a little and Bucky’s hand came to rest on yours as you traced the jagged edges of the memory etched upon his skin.

“I was a boy- probably about nine or ten years old, I had knocked over an oil lamp on my father’s ship and where the flame had caught my trousers the oil seeped straight through, I was running around like a lunatic, shouting for my father and the fire didn’t stop,” You peered up at Bucky to see him smiling, as if it was one of his fondest memories. “one jackass decided to pour rum on my leg, yeah, rum. The asshole thought it would extinguish the flames but alas, it did not. By then the mixed chemicals were already singing off my skin and I ended up with a third-degree burn, it was much bigger what it seems now, much bigger, it was so, so painful, as well.” Bucky grimaced as he looked down at the scarring.

Well, Bucky, it definitely isn’t ugly, I assure you that.” You smiled up at him, your fingers still dancing around the seams of his beautiful flaw, and you felt him shiver at the contact. You pressed a light kiss on his jawline, lingering a bit longer than usual.

Are you trying to give me a love bite, Miss L/N?” Bucky teased, his voice low and drawn out as his head tilted sideways, giving you access to the soft and stubble skin of his neck and jaw.

Hmm, maybe, Captain Barnes, though one does not know how to do such a thing.” Your comment didn’t surprise him, but he pulled back to look at you anyway.

Would you like me to show you, angel?” His blue eyes gazed down upon yours as he spoke his words, his tantalizing bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

You were unsure of what was to come, but you nodded your head anyway. You knew Bucky could sense your nervousness, as he pulled your face closer to his and took your lips in a passionate kiss.

“I’m gonna kiss you here,” one short kiss to your jaw, “here,” a lingering kiss to the area underneath your ear, which made you sigh only slightly, “and all round here, angel.

Bucky began to lather your neck with kisses filled with lips teeth and tongue, Bucky worked his mouth over the soft flesh, earning a sharp moan to leave your throat as you felt a wonderful feeling between pain and pleasure envelope your mind. He nibbled softly, his tongue soothing over the spots almost instantly, but you moaned aloud when he blew cool onto the dampened spot, and you subconsciously hiked your thigh upwards and over his strong one.

Bucky shifted and grabbed a hand-mirror from the nightstand and pointed it at you, gently tilting your head. Your jaw went slack when you saw a pinky-purple splotch on the side of your neck, though you didn’t get a chance to react because Bucky had gone back to attacking your neck with more and more kisses.

He bit down a harder on the spot over your jugular as your cloth covered heat made contact with his thigh. Bucky’s large hands left your hips and neck to grasp your bum, making you straddle his thick thigh.

You wanna rock them pretty hips against my thigh, my love? Hmm?” Bucky’s gravelly voice sent shocks right through you. “Let me show you how useful this big ol’ scar can be sweetheart.” His words could be deceived as innocent if spoken in a different manner, but they were so erotic you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth.

Oh, Bucky, I- how does this feel so g-good?” You dropped your head to his broad shoulder as his hands found your bum, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, kneading and spreading your cheeks so you ground down harder onto him and so he could feel almost all of your heat against the sensitive skin of his scarred thigh. He paid no attention to the erection that tented against the large blouse adorning his body, his focus was on you, your body, your facial expressions, and most of all, the feeling of your damp little pussy grinding against him through a barrier of thin cotton.

You felt the pressure on your clothed clit as it dragged against the rough skin of his thigh, the knot in your stomach tightened further and further, making your legs quiver over his and your hips stuttered so badly that Bucky had to guide you himself, pushing you down a little bit harder, making you splutter out a moan.

Bucky’s eyes met yours and he could see that there was no colour left - your pupil had blown so wide he could barely see any of the pretty Y/E/C that usually resided there.

Mhmm, keep rocking your hips my love - the contact of your pussy against me might just send me over the edge alone, God.” He pulled your neck down so he could press his mouth to yours again, your moans and gasps giving him access to explore your lips and tongue with his tongue.

One of his hands drifted over your loose blouse and cupped your breast, squeezing it gently and his thumb grazed over your nipple through the thin fabric.

Are you gonna cum, angel?” You hummed against his mouth, overridden with euphoria and pleasure. Bucky took a moment before using his hand that was on your breast to part your lips, his tongue brushed against yours and he sucked it slightly, making you grind your hips hard into him, resulting in that final tug in the knot of your stomach to release.

Unngh, Bucky- Fuck- Captain-” You groaned loudly, you swore the ship rocked again as you threw your head back in ecstasy.

That’s it, kitten, just ride it out. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Did it feel good, my love?” Bucky’s voice was hoarse from arousal and it made the slick wetness of your heat coat the insides of your thighs.

Mmm, yes, B-Bucky it was… wow.

Do you feel a bit better now? A bit sleepy?” He shifted your legs so they were fully straddling his waist, you felt his hard erection press against your stomach and sighed. Nuzzling into his shoulder, you mumbled in thanks and pressed a lazy open-mouthed kiss on his neck, sucking slightly.

Bucky gasped at your bold movements, feeling your soft plump lips suck at his neck, then your teeth nipping gently and your tongue darting out to sooth the red skin in little strokes.

You raised your head to him, lids heavy with post-pleasure. “Mhmm, I just gave you a love-bite Captain Barnes, and it’s almost as pretty as you.

Your arms hooked around his broad shoulders again, trying to bring yourself closer to him, you kissed him slowly and softly, but your clumsiness got the better of you, making you fall down on top of him, your chest pushing against his firm one as you sat on his waist. With this angle, you felt his hardness completely against you, but you were so tired you hadn’t caught yourself falling asleep on top of him, your wild hair fanning behind you.

Bucky chuckled at your sleeping state, fairly pleased with himself. He had managed to calm you down, make you sleepy again and distracted you so you wouldn’t have any nightmares about the previous night.

Mmm, ahluhyou Buck.


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They sat in the soft pleather booth of Pops, tangled up in each other for what felt like hours. Careful touches and gentle kisses were the only thing keeping the two troubled teens grounded, The safety they felt in each other’s arms was all they had for now, but in the afterglow of a terrible night filled with insecurities and revelations, just being there was enough.

“It’s getting late.” Betty whispered, her voice hoarse from her crying and her movements sluggish, she felt defeated, embarrassed. She wanted to stay here in Jugheads arms for as long as possible but she knew her mother would be worried. “I have to get home.” She sighed softly, pulling away and dropping a slow kiss to his cheek, her lips lingering for longer than necessary. “I’ll see you at school on Monday.” She slid from the booth and began her walk to the door.

Betty was still hurt, sure they had talked it through, but having him tell her just how little he thought of their relationship, how simple he thought she was? It weighed on her heart. She just wanted to make him happy. She had been trying to make everyone happy for so long and she had been failing. She failed every single time.

Suddenly she felt her arm being tugged and her body being shoved into a solid object, said objects lips dropping down to her own.

Oh.

Jughead had a steady grip on her hips as he wildly attacked her lips, she could feel the passion he was trying to push through, he wanted her to know he cared, wanted her to know she mattered to him. This was his version of an apology. They boy with the vocabulary of a dictionary was reduced to a puddle of kisses in her presence. Betty slowly ran her hands up his back and finally into his wavy dark hair. As soon as her fingertips touched the smooth locks, she pulled back abruptly, eliciting a muffled groan from the boy.

“Juggie. I think you forgot something.” She whispered, the hint of a smile toying on her face.

He looked up at her with confused eyes and raised a brow.

“What did I forget?” He asked absently, eyes still lusty from their heated moment. Betty giggled and tapped her head, making her fingers into a crown. Jugheads eyes widened comically as he realized he had forgotten his beanie on the table at Pops. “I’ll be right back! Don’t move!” He shouted, tripping over his feet in pursuit of his prized possession.

Rolling her eyes, Betty watched through the window as he raced to the table quickly snatching the hat up and running back to her.

“Sorry..I..” he panted looking helplessly at his hat, he wanted to explain why it meant so much to him, wanted her to know that it wasn’t that he was uncomfortable with her, he just needed the hat, but he couldn’t form words, he couldn’t tell her. He felt the hat being taken out of his hands by a pair of tinier fingers, Betty wordlessly lifted the hat from his hands and gently placed it into his head, tugging until it fit right.

“I get it.” She whispered with a soft smile, quickly adjusting her ponytail and shrugging her shoulders.

He felt himself relax almost instantly, quickly taking her hand in his as they headed home. Jughead wrapped an arm around her as she shivered, the night air was cold and she was only wearing a sweater, Jughead quickly took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

Betty looked up at him and frowned
“Oh no Jughead I’m fine. You’ll freeze.” She tried to take the denim jacket off before he placed His hands on her shoulders, securing its place.

“As much as I hate to cover up that ridiculously silly sweater, you’re much smaller then me I’m fairly certain it’s you who will freeze. Speaking of sweaters. Where did you get that crown one from?” He smirked at her blushing cheeks

“I made it.” She said smiling shyly “I made it last night. I figured, you don’t really have a letterman jacket like the football players and this isn’t the 1950s and you don’t have a class ring for me to wear. I just wanted everyone to know I was your girl I guess. I mean atleast for your birthday. It is pretty silly isn’t it?” She looked down, playing with the hem of her sweater.

Jughead abruptly stopped, moving to stand in front of her he took her hands
“No.” he whispered, catching her eyes as she looked up “I was wrong. That’s not silly at all.” He dropped a quick kiss to her lips, his fingers tracing the crown on her chest “I like it. A lot. Crowns suit you.” He smirked, moving back to her side, he could see her house in the distance.

Betty blushed again before smiling cockily
“Well I am a princess after all am I not?” She raised a brow as he stood before her in her front porch.

“Sure thing Juliet.” He rolled his eyes affectionately, looking at her front door.

“You got that right mister.” She walked toward him wrapping her arms around his center as he buried his face in her neck, inhaling the sugary strawberry scent of her hair. This was his home, right here on this front porch wrapped up in Betty Coopers arms.
“Where are you staying tonight?” He heard her whisper into his chest.

“Figure I’ll sleep in Fred’s room tonight, it’ll be nice to have an actual bed for once, gotta keep an eye on Arch, kid can’t hold his alcohol.” Pulling away he dropped a gentle kiss to her forehead, tucking his fingers under her chin to catch her eyes.

“We’re okay aren’t we?” He asked his tone slightly scared.

Betty smiled softly and placed a lingering kiss on his lips

“We’re okay.” She smiled before squeezing his fingers and heading inside.

“We’re okay.” He mumbled to himself, his shoulders slumping with relief as he braced himself for the war zone that was bound to be Archie’s house.

anonymous asked:

Genji and Angela in an arrange marriage maybe?

Soooo like Princess Angela and the son of an Emperor, am I right?


Princess

Gency. AU. Fluff. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. 


One day. He only has one more day of freedom and of his own choices. Father says he should be proud, happy to be serving the clan as such. But as many times as Hanzo likes to label him, Genji is not a fool. The second son has very little value. A pawn to be married off in deals with other clans and empires.

The King and Queen sit across from them. Tall and graceful. Somehow, they convey respect without that air of fear. Their guards are of bright colors and small weapons. His eyes keep straying to the girl sitting at their side. Her foreign, blonde hair rare among his people.

The Princess.

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Love or hate ?

Originally posted by anotherbush

GIF not mine 

Alec Lightwood x Female! Reader 

NSFW

Warnings : mentions of sex , angry Alec , angry reader , make out , swearing , smut

     “ Alec , come down for breakfast ! How much time do you need to spend on that bathroom ?” Isabelle asked as she was sitting on her brothers bed waiting to tell him the news . 

     “ If you cooked I would prefer to fight with a bunch of demons without weapons instead of eating that food .” Isabelle chuckled when she heard what her brother said .

     “ I didn’t cooked , (Y\N) did . So you will better hurry up !” Isabelle got up right when Alec got out .

     “ Who’s (Y\N) ?” Alec asked confused he knew only one person with this name and she could piss him off just by opening her mouth and she was his sisters parabatai . Isabelle suffered very much as she haven’t had her parabatai close for a few years but it was her choice not to leave with (Y\N) .

     “(Y\N) , my parabatai , the one that you are in love with .” Izzy always felt this tension between the two of them and she knew that they will do a wonderful pair .

     “ I’m not Izzy , I don’t know why do you even think about that , you know that me and (Y\N) hate each other ?” Alec said as he didn’t wanted his sister to think that she was right even if what she said was true .

     “ There’s a thin line between love and hate , brother , a very thin line .” Isabelle teased before going out Alec following after her .

     “ (Y\N) is really back ?” Jace asked as he appeared out of nowhere .

     “ Yes , I am .” you said appearing suddenly in front of them . You hugged Jace tightly as you missed him a lot while being away . Then your eyes met with the cold ice glare that Alec gave to you . He was the most beautiful boy that you ever meet . He was charming , a good fighter , smart and even funny and adventurous when he wasn’t thinking about the law . You loved him from the moment you met him but the cold glares and constant insults kept you away and after a while you started to talk with him just like he talked with you . Things got even worst when you accepted to be Izzys parabatai and what we should say about the moment when you decided to leave and left Izzy behind as she didn’t wanted to leave her family.

     Besides the fact that Alec hated you with all his might you still couldn’t control yourself and you feelings took over you . You hugged him even if you never was good friend with him , after such along time you needed to feel him body next to yours , to hear his heart beating against yours . 

     “ Long time not to see you , rule-boy !” you said and Alec pushed you away coldly a expression of disgust plastered on his face .

     “ If you ask me not even 1000 million years wouldn’t be long enough .” Alec said and your eyes widened , for one moment everybody could see the hurt in your eyes and the tears forming at their base but you regained your self-control fast and turned your back to them .

     “ So who’s hungry ?” you asked walking to the kitchen the others following after you . You ate in complete silence , actually playing in your food in complete silence , approving Izzy whenever she asked you something , you felt really off after Alec rejecting you so brutally . After they ate you took the plates and told them to go do something else , you put the plates on the sink and hot , salty tears started to steam down your face . Izzy wanted to talk to you but when she saw how bed you have been feeling she just helped you up the stairs to your room and laid in your bed allowing you to cry in his arms as much as you wanted .

     “ It’n not worth it (Y\N) , my brother doesn’t deserves your tears , you are way to good for him .” Izzy said caressing your back slowly in a calming motion .

     “ But I never did something to him to hate me that way , I always loved him but he just keeps rejecting me and hurting he , he just keeps hating me even if I never hurt him , I never did something for him to do this to me , I always tried to get close to me but he just keeps pushing me away and hating me . H e never liked me Izzy , all that he wanted was to get rid of me ass fast as he could from the moment when I first appeared here , but I grew close to you and we became parabatai and he hated me even more from that day , he always said that I mean just trouble and he always hated me , I wish  just knew what I have done to him ?” you said as you sobbed in Izzys shoulder .

     “ You have never done something to him , he is just to blind to see what a wonderful girl you are and how much you love him .” She said kissing your forehead , “ He is stupid (Y\N) ! He doesn’t deserves your love !” You blink softly and get your face out Izzys shoulder . Your eyes are red and puffy , the iris haves a bright green color and your cheeks are stained with tears .

     “ You are the best ! I alway knew that you were the right choice !” you said ad hugged Izzy to your chest .


     Alec was outside listening to you and Izzy talking , he never knew that you loved him , he always thought that you were thinking that you were good enough for him . 

     “ Izzy could you leave me and (Y\N) alone for a moment ?” Alec asked as he suddenly got into the room , the tone of his voice nothing but demanding . Izzy smiled weakly to you and got out closing the door after her .

     “ What ? Did you came here to see me suffering ? This is the way that you like to see me Alexander , you like seeing me this broken and to know that you made me this way ?” you asked more tears rolling down your cheeks , Alec approached you slowly and sat on your bed looking in your eyes whit an expression that you never got to see on his face until now .

     His hands whip your tears out your face tenderly and he is still looking into your eyes . He gets up and rips his shirt of .

      He pushes you down into the matters and his lips are inches apart from yours .

     “ You don’t know how much I have been waiting to do this (Y\N) . I love you !” He said and his lips were pressing on your seconds after that .

     His lips traveled down your neck making you moan . All your clothes disappeared in a matter of minutes and Alec’s did the same . You were soon naked , bodies pressed to each other lust and love floating in the air , lips and hands traveling and touching everything , moans of pleasure being heard all over the room . Alec’s lips found yours again as he slid slowly into you tight body . 

     You were moving in sink , a light layer of sweat on both yours and Alec’s body . “ Fuck … Alec … “ you moaned as his body was bringing you to the highest on the universe . 

     “ Say it again … say my name again baby . Tell me who owns you .” Alec said seductively , his lips finding the soft spot on you neck as he was pushing himself deep into you .

     “ Alec … oh by the Angel Alec … I … I can’t take it any longer Alec . “ You said as your muscles tightened around Alec .

    “ Come for me baby .” he said and you released calling his name . Your orgasm caused Alec’s and he ended on top of you . His lips kissed your forehead , nose , cheeks , eyelids before finding your lips and kissing you softy .

      He rolled off and brought you on his arms , your head resting against his chest .

     “ Alec ,” you mutter slowly and he hums in response “ You will won’t act like nothing happened tomorrow , right ?” you asked looking in his eyes as you were afraid of finding out the truth .

    “ I won’t (Y/N) , I love you way to much to do this to you .”

    “ I love you to .” you said kissing his lips .

    “ Alec , Izzy told me that I will find you here , I … “ Jace entered the room and his eyes widened as he was shocked a little bit by what he saw . “ Sorry for disturbing . See you later and have fun .” Jace said ad walked out of the room happy that Alec finally got with you .


     “ Guess what ? “ Alec said as he got in Izzy’s room and saw her and Clary talking . 

     “ What now Jace ?” Izzy said . 

     “ They got together .” Jace said and Izzy jumped hugging him . 

     “ Oh my god , I have to go and congratulate my them .” Izzy said as he was already walking to the door .

     “ We should do that in the morning , I already interrupted them .” Jace said and Izzy tuned around .


     You fell asleep in Alec’s arms feeling protected in his strong arms . “I’ll always love you .” Alec whispers and kisses your lips softly before falling asleep himself .

Leggings L.H

Originally posted by lipringsandsnapbacks

warning: smut ;) ;)

word count: 1800+

summary: y/n wears super tight leggings out and Luke can’t help but get horny and drag her home to fuck.

requested?: yes, I hope you like it Anon! I actually loved writing this so much, I got it done in a day which is a lot quicker than some of my other smuts. I can be working on one for a week sometimes but I loved this concept so much, and I promised that it would be up today so here you go :) Don’t forget requests are open and I respond to all !

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“Luke you’ve been staring at my ass since we left the house, can you stop?” I asked, looking up at Luke with a hint of a smile. He smirked and placed his hands on my waist, pulling me into him.

“but you look so hot in those leggings, mmh your ass” he hummed, creeping his hands down to squeeze my bum. I squealed and slapped his hands away before grabbing the shopping trolley and walking in front of Luke. My cheeks flushed as I passed an old lady who had seen the whole encounter, averting eye contact.

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The Grim Reapers Girlfriend Pt.2 (Min Yoongi)

Originally posted by yoongichii

Originally posted by recked

Part 1

Summary: Most people think the Grim Reaper or commonly know as Death, is a faceless man wearing a dark cloak with a scythe in his hand. Oh boy were they wrong. Anyone who meets him would mistake him for one of God’s angels, so, what happens when you do meet him?

Basic Summary: Death (Min Yoongi) meets you and instantly falls in love with you, his job is to take you to the other side but instead asks you to become his wife. While thinking of your answer, a miracle happens. You come back to life.

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

Genre: Pure fluff, Humour, bit of Angst.

Warning: Swearing


You groaned at another dad joke Yoongi has made “God stop they’re awful” you whined and sat up on the platinum white bed sheets looking at the older boy.

It has been a week since the accident and the doctor said you could be let out today. Although with the occasional disappearing to other deaths, Yoongi has been by your side the whole time.

“Wait I’ve got another one” you groaned at his voice and plopped back down in the position you were in before. “Whats brown and sticky?” he chuckles not able to finish the joke.

“You’re scaring me” you whisper not wanting to people to hear your voice. Over time you’ve learnt that only you could see him but when he wants to be seen by others he can be seen by others.

“A stick!” he gasps for air clutching his stomach for dear life, you couldn’t help but laugh at his state. You’re feelings for him were growing stronger, at this point he was but a child’s crush to you, and that’s how you wanted it to be.

 “Miss Y/L/N, How are you on this fine morning?” The doctor strolled in grabbing out his stethoscope and checking your heart beat, you keep looking at Yoongi who is still laughing but this time he falls out of his chair causing you to let out one big laugh.

“Miss Y/L/N are you alright?” the doctor looked concerned and stared at you, all you could do was bite your lip and nod.

“Well looks like you’re free to go. I’ve done all the paper work so you can walk right out of here” He smiled and practically skipped out the door.


“What do you wanna do?” Yoongi asked, hands in his pockets as the two you wandered out of the hospital. 

“I know what I’m doing” you waved your hands getting a taxi’s attention, luckily one rolled in right next to where you were standing “I’m going back to my dorm to get ready for my classes” you smiled up at him.

As soon as your butt touched the seats you sighed, ‘Being around Yoongi is hard work’ You thought to yourself and looked back to see he wasn’t there. 

Unfazed you turned back around to see him sitting right next to you. Holding your hand up to your heart you breathed in an out in hopes of steadying your heart beat.

“What the hell? Why can’t you leave me alone for two god damn seconds?” you whispered. The old man was too busy listening to his music to care. “I told you, I’ll be with you until you say yes” he smirked and rested his head against the seat.


You pulled up to your university and walked in the direction of the dorms. As you were walking you noticed girls watching your every move and gasping, “He’s so hot” you heard one girl bicker “I’ve never seen him before in my entire life” another said fanning herself.

You groaned and stopped in your tracks “They can see you can’t they?” you asked, “Of course babe” he swung his arm around you and continued walking. 

“Why can they see you?” you pushed his arm off of your shoulder and continued walking “I want everybody to know that you’re mine” he smiled and again placed his arm around you.


“Y/n!” Mi Na screamed and engulfed you into a big hug “I missed you!” it was the end of summer holidays so you didn’t miss out on much. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t come to the hospital” Mi Na rambled on.

When she was finished she went back to her desk and started to place books down. You started to hang photos up on walls and place all of your clothes into the dresser, that was until you felt cold hands wrap around your waist.

You screamed and jumped forward Mi Na looked up “What is it?” it was clear that this time Yoongi had become invisible again. “Nothing, I just thought I saw something” you said smiling.

“Hey, why don’t we get some coffee?” Mi Na asked.


After ordering you couldn’t help but stare at the cashier and he couldn’t help but stare at you. 

“Ugh! You’re so pretty it’s unfair” Mi Na groans scrolling through your latest Instagram posts. “I’m really not Mi Na, You’re the one who’s got a boyfriend.” you sighed grabbing your coffee.

Before walking out the door you see something scribbled on the lid ‘You are BEAUTIFUL’ it wrote, along with a number, you looked back to find the cashier staring at you smiling.

Whilst this was all going on, you didn’t notice a young man who was right beside you. Jaw clenched, steam practically coming out of his ears he was ready to beat that guy to a pulp.


“Ah Y/n I gotta go, my mums freaking out about my little sister. She isn’t home yet and wants me to go look for her” Mi Na says running off into the night air.

“Are you really going to call him!?” Yoongi shouts, stumbling over some rocks. “Maybe, Maybe not?” you say smiling. “You’re my girl, I don’t want you to” he says stopping right in front of you.

“I’m not your girl Yoongi but nice try” you patted him on his chest and walked around him. 

“Why don’t I call him now?” You ask wriggling your eye brows giggling, “Give me the phone” Yoongi runs after you, you quickly go into the woman’s public toilets and dial the number.

“I swear to God Y/n” Yoongi screams outside of the small building. “Hello?” you hear a deep voice coming from your phone “Hi” is all you could say. Your knees weak, you sat down on the toilet making sure the lid was closed before you do.

“Who’s this?” he asked “It’s the girl from the coffee shop, I believe you called me beautiful?” you asked. “Ahhh Girl From the Coffee Shop, how are you?” he asks. 

“I’m good and yourself Mr. Cashier From the Coffee Shop?” he laughed “Mr Cashier From the Coffee Shop? I like it.” He paused once again, this time you heard Yoongi singing like a drunken man.

“Oh my baby, won’t you please come out. I’II buy you diamonds and sweets Oh won’t you come out” He laughed and banged on the door. You covered the phone and whispered yelled “Yoongi shut the hell up or I’ll never say yes!” soon he was quiet, ‘That shut him up’ you thought.

You pressed your ear back to your phone and listened.

“But you must know…my name is Jin”

ASOF: Redeye.

A/N; This is my new series! ASOF means a series of firsts. I really hope you like it, don’t worry I won’t leave you hanging for too long. ;) <3

Pairing: ScottMccallxOC

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: NSFW.

Word count: 6,862

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Originally posted by sensuous

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Fanfiction - A Lifetime of Her (Part VII)

Part VII – “You bleed just to know you’re alive”

Twenty-eight

Why do sirens cry in blue and red?

Are they calling for help, for the crushing urgency, the need to rob time of time itself? Or are they warning us to look away, to prepare ourselves because tragedy is upon us – we might as well be next?

Even after many years, I’d recall their grieving sound. The way my hands pressed upon Claire’s belly, blocking the exit of her life with my palms. The screams around me, senseless, enhancing my growing despair. How her eyes never left mine – daring me to stay with her, to keep death at bay.

The paramedics came. They could have taken from seconds to a lifetime to reach us – I wouldn’t be able to say. Time skipped and jumped, a leaf on the fury of wind, fragile at the thought of flying.

“I need you to step aside, sir.” A small man told me with assertiveness, trying to dislodge me from my position, kneeled next to Claire on the ground. His gloved hands were already evaluating her pulse, placing an oxygen mask on her face.

“I will not leave her side!” I growled, ferocious. He gave me a serious look, but didn’t make any further attempts to take me away from her, certain I would strike and maim any man foolish enough to try. He was right.

They quickly bandaged her abdomen with a pile of snow white compresses, held tight against her body by a bandage skilfully applied. Claire tried not to moan, but I could see her pain in every ragged breath, in the sweat that dripped from her brow.

The ambulance flew across the roads of Edinburgh, transporting us to the closest trauma centre. The driver had opened his mouth – about to object my presence – but was shortly discouraged by my menacing glance and a shook of head from the short paramedic.

“Hold on.” I repeated to Claire, like a mantra, holding her band – being almost thrown to the opposite side of the ambulance as the vehicle raced to the hospital, jumping on speed bumps and sliding on the curves like a car in hot pursuit. “Dinna die on me, mo nighean donn. I won’t let ye, do ye hear me?”

“I’m… not… too keen…. on the idea… either.” She puffed haltingly, making a weak attempt of a smile, which almost broke my heart.

“Woman of thirty, victim of an armed robbery, gunshot wound to the upper right quadrant with no exit wound – she’s losing blood fast.” The paramedic announced, as they erupted through the emergency doors, a team standing by to receive them. “Glasgow fifteen, she has been responsive during transport. Her blood pressure kept dropping, the saline is wide open but ineffective fluid challenge.” He informed to a man with brown hair and olive eyes, who nodded in acquiescence, leading the gurney carrying Claire to a trauma room as I followed closely.

“Denzel.” Claire whispered to the young surgeon, as he started to unpack her abdomen to access her injuries. “Is that you?” He looked at her face, surprised at hearing his name, and his eyes opened in shock.

“Claire!” He touched her face in greeting, as nurses hurried around, preparing trays and drugs that might be necessary. “Dear God! What happened?”

“Do ye know her?” I asked, grabbing her hand in spite of a nurse’s protest, prepared to shoo me away from the secluded room.

“Of course.” He looked at me with concern in his calm eyes, as he started to palpate her belly. Claire hissed in pain and he pursed his worried lips. “I met Claire during medical school in Boston and was very pleased when she decided to return to Scotland and be a resident here, as I am. You really shouldn’t be here, sir.”

“Please…” Claire pleaded, closing her eyes for a second and licking her chapped lips. “Let Jamie stay…just a while longer.”

“Alright.” Denzel Hunter patted her hand in reassurance. “As long as he doesn’t faint on me.”

“How… bad… is it, Denny?” She asked, her eyes more unfocused and glassy. “I’m…fairly…sure…it went through…my liver.”

“And I’m sure you’re right - brilliant even in this situation, my dear. I’ll ask Doctor Myers to come in to operate.” Denny smiled, skilfully inserting a catheter on her jugular vein.

“I’ll be dead…before…he gets here.” Claire said sheepishly, raising her brow. Her face was hazardously pale, her whiskey eyes shining even brighter, her orbs dilated from pain and blood loss. “It has…to be you. I trust…you.”

Denny nodded, solemn, checking her pupils with a small flashlight, as she suddenly became unconscious – the monitors around them going crazy with alarms. “She’s bleeding out! Let’s move people, hang that saline wide open and two units of blood on the rapid infuser!” He commanded, concentrated in the wound’s trajectory. “Do you know her blood type, by any chance?”

I didn’t know her blood type – never had the chance to ask her, that information amongst a million other precious details of her that I knew nothing about. I didn’t know her birthday, even though I knew the position she slept in. I didn’t know her favourite dish – even if I was aware she preferred sneakers than high heels. I almost choked at the realization of the lifetime of things I could be robbed of, so devastatingly – left wondering, forever, because the time we had been offered hadn’t been enough. Knowing how much I loved her – and yet knowing so little of the one I loved.

“I dinna ken.” I admitted, gripping my fists, fighting the urge to curl into a ball and weep on the floor, stained with her blood.

“That’s alright.” Denzel assured me, throwing away compresses soaked in blood. “Let’s go with O-negative! I need a blood gas test as soon as possible and someone call the OR, let them know we’re coming! I want to be doing the first cut in less than five minutes!”

“Is she going to be alright?” I fearfully asked him, reluctantly letting go of her hand as a nurse took blood from her wrist with a fine syringe.

“She’s going into shock from the blood loss.” He explained in a steady voice. “I need to repair the damage right away, before she’s too unstable to endure the procedure. We’ll take her away now.”

I approached her, feeling numb as if my own blood had been turned to ice in my veins. I kissed her forehead, my lips hot against her perspired skin.

“Don’t leave me, Claire. This time I’ll beg.” I whispered in a broken voice. “Don’t leave me.”

****

I roamed the strikingly white corridors, incapable of sitting any longer in the waiting room outside the OR, where other husbands, daughters and mothers gathered, hope and fear lurking inside their eyes.

I came upon the small chapel, whispering of shelter and tranquillity in the half-light. I sat on the wooden bench, my hands entwined in prayer – I was ready to surrender to His will well enough, but was intent on offering a bargain.

“Lord, ye gave her to me.” I whispered, my eyes fixed on the cross where he had been martyr, symbol of the most loyal of loves. “I canna make sense of it in any other way. When my need was greatest ye set her upon my path so she could heal my soul. All along I was meant for her.” A warm tear streamed down my check, too raw to be contained. “And I intend to love her well the rest of my days – to care for her and make a home of her heart. I shall repay the gifts bestowed upon me by loving her to the best of my abilities. So I ask ye now – dinna take her away.”

I clenched my teeth, fighting against the sobs that threaten to wreck my body. “For if ye ever loved, ye know this – there’s this place inside me that only exists as long as she walks the earth. Once she’s gone, the part of me that lived in her light – the best, the one that makes me myself and no one else - will die with her.” My voice was unhinged, resounding in the naked walls, pulsing as the chambers of His heart. “I’m none so brave as I was before, ken?” I added very softly. “Not brave enough to live without her anymore.”

I heard footsteps approaching the door – I didn’t bother to clean away the tear tracks on my cheeks. I didn’t turn either – I knew who had come to bring me news.

“Does she live?” I asked aloud – the hint of pain, of shaped glass an inch away from shattering, creeped into my voice.

“She lives.” Denzel Hunter sat next to me, sighing in tiredness as his bones found comfort in transient rest. “It was touch and go for a while, but I was able to retrieve the bullet and repair the vessels – she lost a bit of her liver, but it will regenerate itself with time.” His outline was sharp, softness mixed with edges, akin to a bust of an angel descending from grace to speak of hope to the lost crowd. “It will be a slow recovery – but she lives.”

“Thank ye.” I closed my eyes and bent my head, my body shaking from supressed grief, as I let go of the leash I had been using to keep myself together. “Thank ye.” I repeated. I didn’t know if I was thanking Denzel Hunter or God – but to me, in that moment, they were one and the same.

He squeezed my shoulder in silent acknowledgment and left me alone – to cry for joy and gratitude, for my heart had been saved.

****

I sat by her side as soon as she went to a room in recovery. I jumped each time a monitor bleeped, startled to the point of panic – but she slept peacefully, her lips still hauntingly pale.

I knew sleep wouldn’t touch me – my task was to watch over her. To guard her. To will her back to me.

I marvelled with each heartbeat – found terror in the infinitesimal space between each and every one of them. I talked to her in the Gaidhlig, the language of my dreams, in which I could best tell her all my heart. I brushed her hand with inquiring fingers, learning the lines of her to make sure they were still the same. I kissed her lips softly, remembering the promise of her laugh.

And as the moon rose outside, I watched the circuit of air inside her lungs, the tiny movements of flesh and bone, adjusting to the challenging rhythms of life. I watched her breathe again and again, until she opened her eyes to look at me – and I discovered that I too could breathe again.  

Drawing the King’s Card (Requested)

Originally posted by lullabyun

OTP(s): Yixing x Reader 

Genre: Smut, fluff

Word Count: 5,036

Sypnosis: Yixing recieved something he didn’t expect, but so did you.

Request: (from Anonymous) Yixing comes home after a long day of work so you give him a pretty intense massage in the living room, but once he joins you in the bedroom he finds you wearing a unicorn outfit (or lingerie and some kind of unicorn horn thing idk??) And that results to loads of smutty sex with a dom Lay?


A delicious breeze rolled through the house, rumpling the clothes of the sleeping figure flattened on the sofa. Her (y/h/c) tresses flowed silkily along the curves of her chest and she tightly grasped a large, soft pillow for comfort. Its scent carried the contents she deeply adored — the strong, robust whiffs of cologne, the sweet droppings of fruit, the soft waft of tea. The more the smell swelled in her face, the longer she slept.

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You’re Mine || one

Meeting the guy, that made my life a living hell after years of running away. Do I love him or do I hate him?

Originally posted by purelyjimin

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Mature/Angst

A/N: Taking a break from this fic, will start a new one. 

The way he used to look at me, was all gone when he started hanging out with guys that were older than him. Ignoring me because he was too ‘cool’ for me, breaking my heart and messing with it like I was a toy. Of course, I have heard stories about him, some horrible ones. Casual sex, treating women like toys and the worse one gangbangs. This was someone he had become, something he did every day and I couldn’t fathom at all. We used to be friends, me thinking that we were more than friends, was just a huge lie to make myself feel better about the situation. He used me, breaking my heart like a heartless person, he had become and I forgave him every time because I loved him. I used to cry and tell everything he had done to me to Lia, my best friend. There was always something to say about him or the girls that were stupid enough to fuck him, just like the old me. Lia normally would tell me to stop letting people hurt me and stand up for myself instead of forgiven them for their mistake. That must be easy for her, she has always been the girl that said what she wanted, not being afraid what people would think about her. 

As the time passed. I moved away from my childhood home into a bigger city or the capital living there for a year or two before moving back. Where all the pain of mine started, but I guess I got attached to the place, maybe that’s the reason why I’m back. Thinking that he would be long gone from this place, hoping that I didn’t run into him or see him again. I didn’t have anything to say to him, nothing at all. When I finally found my peace, something that will soon be ruined by the one and only Jeon Jungkook, the guy I have been running away from for years now because my heart couldn’t take it anymore watching him from afar. Watching him fuck up every single girl he met, just because he found it fun to mess around with me. Who does that? he does. 

“Missed me?” he whispered into my ear making me jump up a little by his sudden presence, as I stood outside of someone’s backyard at a party that I got forced to go on.  

“What do you want?” I turned around facing him, at first it was hard to remember if I knew who the voice belonged to, but the fact that he asked if I had missed him made everything much easier for me. He looked different but I guess time changes someone’s looks, he was much taller than last time I saw him. Honestly, he looked great, black shirt and pants in an outfit he didn’t put much effort in. 

“Looks like someone have become stubborn, what happened to the girl who did everything I told her? I wonder if she’s still around,” he smirked while looking around for ‘her’ ending it with a grin showing his teeth, that every girl died of seeing. “Want to go inside and get a drink, so we can catch up on things?“ 

"So sad that she’s gone and would probably never come back as well,” I said with a harsh tone. “No thanks, I don’t drink," 

He was surprised to get to see the true me or the changed me, but let out a laughter making me frown my eyebrow. "Why are you at a party, if you’re not planning on drinking anything or have fun?” he asked with a cocked eyebrow. “Wait~ did you come here because of a guy? Then where is he," 

The way he said it and acted showed me that he was obvious teasing me, thinking that I couldn’t get laid. That was just rude of him, I can easily get laid but I’m not like him. I don’t do one stands, I have to be drunk first at least to do it. Does he think that I’m the shy girl that he fucked up multiple times, that was too afraid to say anything about it? How fucking nice of him to think. 

"Bye~,” I said with no emotional and brushed past him earning a call from him but instead of turning around and wait for him, I slightly turning my head back flashing him a smile. 

A couple of hours later, I was still avoiding him. Once in awhile, he would try to get my attention by going up with a random girl closer towards me, hoping that I would get jealous by it. Lia was nowhere to be seen, I guess she’s the one getting laid tonight after all I’m her wingwoman. My eyes were wandering around the party when I spotted something that caught my attention or in fact, I caught someone staring at me. He somehow looked familiar but I couldn’t put the words together, there was just something familiar with him or was that just me being paranoid. I was about to stand up and walk over to the guy but got pushed back down onto the chair, looking up seeing his face. He was slowly shaking his head, as he was doing that he was making sure that I wouldn’t stand up again by holding onto my shoulder. 

“Why do you want to go talk to him and not me? Fun, now you’re looking at my friends. I don’t understand why you’re giving me a cold shoulder, and don’t you dare tell me that I have to think harder. You disappeared for three years, I tried to ask your-” I cut him off. 

“How dare you ask my parents, great it’s just great. Don’t you understand that I hate you, you fucking used me like I was a toy! Just go and fuck someone else because I don’t want anything from you” This was just great, he’s acting all innocent when he’s the reason for the pain I have been feeling for years. I harshly pushed him to the side rushing out of the house, hot tears were already trailing down my cheek. Regretting that I didn’t get drunk, knowing that I would just regret it tomorrow anyway but it would have felt great if I got drunk. Why did I have to be like this? because this is who I am.

The whole way home was me trying to get myself to stop crying, but it seemed useless. I didn’t want it to stop, my body needed to let it all out before getting home. No one needed to know that I met him again, not even Lia needed to know. I came to a dark alley not paying much attention to the dark, slightly sobbing could be heard making the night seem endless not knowing when it would stop. I almost died of shock when suddenly someone pushed me into the stone wall, making my teeth grit together of the pain. My head was still hanging low not really caring if I got raped by a guy on the street because I’m already in so much pain. Maybe it would be a nice fuck with a good looking guy, something I would probably regret like I regret getting to know Jeon Jungkook, regretting that I let him fuck me up. 

“I thought you loved me, baby girl. Why have you become so cold hearted all of a sudden?” he started to kiss my neck leaving wet kisses, holding onto my waist tightly. I wanted to push him away, but my body wasn’t collaborating with my brain. “This isn’t the Y/N, I used to know" 

"Then you surely don’t know me well” I finally pushed him off me, it all sounded harsh but it was true. He doesn’t know me that well, he doesn’t care about me anymore. He ditched me because he was too ‘cool’ for me, leaving me to become a monster and now he’s thinking that I came back for him. Used me for his pleasure whenever he needed it, I won’t let that happen again. How stupid can someone be? He’s stupid enough to think, that I’m crawling back to him. “I have changed something you haven’t" 

When I was about to go away, he harshly pushed me back on the wall making me hiss. He has become even stronger over the years, his face showed that he was irritated and angry. "You truly have learned how to make someone angry, but it suits you” with that he pressed his lips onto mine, my eyes grow bigger while his eyes were closed. 

My hands were on his chest struggling to push him away from the kiss, I have to admit this was something I had missed but I had to remember all the things he had done to me. Making me feel like trash, forcing me to watch him fuck another girl because I didn’t obey him. Making me fall in love with him over and over again, so many times it started to hurt. This was a life I left behind but it looks like I’m going to get it back. The life I hated to live, always wanting things to change but it wouldn’t change. Why was he doing this to me? No one knows because this is his life, he’s used to doing this to girls, but why with me, though? 

He soon moved down to my neck sucking on it slightly earning some moans escape my lips, but I regret letting them out, covering my mouth with one hand so I wouldn’t make him satisfied. He was trying hard to make me feel miserable under his touch, he wanted me to beg for him. I didn’t want to beg for anything, I don’t even love him anymore. The hate for him was stronger than the love that I once felt for him. “I missed hearing them” he purred into my neck, his hand grabbed my hand that was covering my mouth holding onto it so I couldn’t use it. 

“I missed everything about you" 

The Stories We Tell

Originally posted by soluscheese

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 2176

Summary:  The reader tries to move on after but there are obstacles.

Warnings:  Some fluff, some angst, some humor, lots of swearing


Not all love stories have a happy ending.  

And there’s nothing wrong with that.  

Sometimes two people can love each other completely, and still break up.  It’s not that it ended, it’s that it ran its course.  

You loved him completely, and always would.  But the story of you two together, sweaty and tangled in bed sheets, desperately reaching for each other after a hunt, curled up in front of the TV, that story was over.

Now there was only friendship.  And it was okay, you promised yourself.  

It was okay.  

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