their looks in the last one leave me alon

Lies and Make ups ~ Peter Parker

Summary: You find out Peter is spider man, angry and disappointed you try and ignore him, but you can’t stay away.

Word count: 1,396

Warnings: minor swearing, and a short make out


Ned and I were sitting on Peter’s bed waiting for him to get home from his “Stark internship”. Which I think is actual bs. It may be true he’s working with Stark but there’s something else to this. He’s lying about something. Ned was holding the death star he had just finished, fiddling with the lego characters as I sighed and laid back.

“Do you think Peter’s going to be back soon?” Ned asked me as moved around trying to get comfortable.

“Who knows when he’ll be back from his stark internship” I replied my voice laced with annoyance. We sat there a couple minutes longer until we heard the window opening. Ned was about to say something, but I sprung up covering his mouth. I was thinking it might be a robber or something because who would come through the window, but all of the sudden Spiderman was on the ceiling of Peter’s room. Ned’s mouth was practically on the ground. Mine was the same as his as spider man took off his mask revealing my best friend since age 3. Peter fucking  Parker. Peter closed the door and both Ned and I were both speechless until Peter turned around his mouth even wider than Ned as he dropped the death star on the ground.

“You’re spider man” Ned exclaimed

“No, I’m not” Peter Panicked

“Peter you were literally crawling on the ceiled” I squealed.

“I can’t believe this is happening right,” he said under his breath taking off his suit and standing in only his boxers. I mean I wasn’t complaining because he got ripped. I definitely was staring too long because I saw Peter blush and bow his head. The shock soon turned into anger. I grabbed my bag about to leave until out of nowhere May burst into this very awkward situation and told Peter they were going out to dinner and quickly telling him to put clothes on. Ned was freaking out and I just kind of stood there silent. Peter quickly told us we needed to leave obviously not in the mood to deal with this. Ned was still attacking Peter with questions and got up quickly leaving the room not wanting to deal with this either. I felt Peter’s eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. He knew I was angry with him. I was feeling a huge mix of anger, sadness, anxiety, and annoyance. I wasn’t really that mad I was more upset that he didn’t trust me and that he had been ditching me and lying to me constantly. I was also upset that as a 15-year-old boy he was putting himself in dangerous situations where he could easily die. I lived in the same apartment as Peter and Ned I just lived 2 stories above. I opened up the door to my apartment and practically ran to my room and plopped into my bed. I turned off my lamp immediately going to bed. To be completely honest I didn’t want to think about this anymore.

The next morning I woke up wishing last night was a dream, but I had to face reality, but I didn’t have to deal with it directly. So I rushed and put clothes on and texted Ned I was not going to walk to school them today because I had to get there early to talk to a teacher. Which was bullshit because I didn’t want to deal with Peter at all today, but that was going to be a challenge since I had 4 classes with him, sat by him in 2. Good thing I brought my headphones. Today was going to be a long day. Of course, I had the first hour with him. Plus we were doing a lab in chemistry and he was my partner.  I decided it would be best if I walked in last minute with both my headphones in thinking he’d possibly take the hint, but knowing Peter I doubt he would leave me alone. I walked into class as the bell rang and ducked my head down a bit thinking no one would notice me.

“Y/N you look pissed” Flash laughed

“Shut it asshole” I spat, Flash is a grade A douchebag and hate him more than I hate Peter right now and to be completely honest that’s saying a lot.

“Damn girl you’re feisty today,” he said with a raspy tone, I rolled my eyes, and took my seat next to Peter who was fidgeting and looked like he was about to jump out of his seat.

“Y/N listen I’m sor-”

“Peter I don’t want to hear it, your secret safe with me”

“Wait Y/N bu-”

“Peter we can talk about this later let’s just get this lab done please, I don’t want to deal with this right now”  I argued, it almost sounded like I was whining. It got Peter to back off though and that’s what I needed. I wasn’t truly mad anymore. I was just upset he didn’t trust me.

The bell finally rang after an excruciating 49 minutes of Peter staring at me with puppy dog eyes. This kid knew exactly how to get me to forgive him. I’m a sucker for those damn puppy eyes. What sucked is the rest of the day he looked at me like that, but it was different from the times he used them when we were just play fighting. He actually looked like he was in so much pain. He looked like he was suffering, and I felt horrible. It was the end of the day, and I saw him moping by his locker. I honestly suck at holding grudges and the more I think about I understand why he didn’t tell me. He turned around and made eye contact with me and the world began going in slow motion. His brown orbs made me feel as if I was melting into the ground. I could literally see tears form in his eyes and I couldn’t be even slightly angry anymore. I just began walking towards him.

“Y/N please don’t hate me, I can’t lo-” I cut him off pulling him into a hug. I had my hand around his neck and I buried my head into his neck breathing in his scent. I think I took him by surprise because it took him a second to wrap his arms around my waist and hug me tighter that I was hugging him.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you Y/N, I just wanted to keep you safe” he whispered, I pulled from the hug and held his cheek.

“Hey look, Peter, It’s okay  I’m not mad anymore, I seriously overreacted,” I said wiping a single tear from his cheek.

“No it’s not okay I feel ho-” I cut him off grabbing the collar of his shirt and planting my lips on his. I don’t know what the hell had gotten into me, but his lips felt amazing. My eyes were closed, but if they were open I knew his eyes would be wide open. It took him a couple seconds to comprehend what was happening, but after a good 10 seconds he started to kiss bad and placed his hands on my hips. I removed my hands from his collar and wrapped them around his neck and started to tug on his hair causing him to groan into my mouth, making me smile into the kiss. I felt his tongue swipe my bottom lip and I gladly let his tongue slip into my mouth. He squeezed my hips making me moan into his mouth which makes him chuckle. I pulled him even closer to me than humanly possible, but eventually, I had to pull away for air resting my forehead on his.

“Wow,” I said breathlessly.

“If I knew that was gonna happen if you found out, I would have told you way sooner,” he said still shocked at what had just happened

“Oh my god Peter” I giggle pushing his chest. He grabbed my hand and we began walking home. I honestly have no idea what I just did, but this was gonna change everything, and think for the better.

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My Puppy

Originally posted by rapnamu

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader-First Person View

Genre & Warnings: SMUT, fluff, pet play. 

Word Count: 4,406

NOTE: Pure Filth. Turn back now if you don’t want to see. Turning Tae Tae into my Fuck Puppy (Thanks Anon). Soft femdom. Let me tell you, it was an EXPERIENCE writing this, and I am still not perfectly pleased with it. Mostly because I’m never happy with my own smut writing. I had to do so much research, so google probably thinks I’m freaky naughty af. Which I suppose I am considering I wrote this lol. So, for those that are hardcore into this and think I didn’t portray it well enough, I’m sorry, I tried. And I learned quite a bit about myself, like the fact that if I ever get my hands on someone like Tae, I am so going to try this. Now enjoy, and excuse me as I go drench myself in holy water to cleanse myself of sin. 


“You know, I hate the winter. It reminds me of your cold heart.”

My now ex-boyfriend mutters this line, looking into the snowy sky. He sighs loudly and saunters off, without looking back. What a fucking drama queen. I can’t help but snort as I watch him disappear into the light snowfall, and wonder what movie he got that line from.

Cold heart.

I don’t have a cold heart. He was just a damn bore. He never wanted to do anything but watch movies, and freaked out if I suggested anything besides missionary. I’ve been thinking about breaking up with him for weeks now, but was putting it off because I knew he’d cry. This saved me all the hassle.

Note to self: Don’t date actors.

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Stick With Me, Kid *Negan Series*

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Summary: Negan finds a little girl, no more than ten, amongst a car wreckage, after finding out she’s alone in the world. He takes her as his own, raising her through the apocalypse. If there’s one thing that his greatest pride but also his biggest weakness, it’s his daughter, Y/N!
Ratings/ warnings: Teen, mentions of blood and violence. I feel like, Negan as a dad is a warning.
Writers Notes: This doesn’t really have a set plot, it will follow alongside season 6 & 7, I’m unsure if I’ll make it so Carl and reader have a thing. But… I got big feels seeing Negan and Judith.

Notes: I had this idea last year, I wrote a few parts and then forgot about it. Now here I am, uploading it because I miss writing Negan! - Rosalee


Chapter One: Everybody Dies {Reader 10yrs old}


You weren’t really sure what was happening. One moment you were in your home playing with your dolls, the next your mother is picking you up and buckling you in the car seat. This had happened before, her frantic behaviour, it scared you but you were used to how anxiousness she is now. She never let you outside anymore, even living in the new community of people, she never let you out of her sight.

You peeked out of the car window and caught glimpses of the people you knew running. You also saw people that you didn’t know, dirty and grimy, attacking your friends. You frowned and your curious young eyes trained on the events before you.

“Mum, what’s happening?” Your small voice calling out to the women who was speeding out of the gates, “mum? We have to go back and help!” You plead as she continues to ignore you.

You turn your head and look out of the back window, watching as the gates faded into the background and became no more as your turned a corner. Trees and forest edge being the only scenery.

“Mum what about dad?” You asked in a rush, “we can’t leave him? What about dad? Mum.”

Your eyes welling up as she turned her head looking at you, stone cold stare but fear in her blue eyes as she looked at you. “Y/N, be quiet okay? Dad… he… was bitten okay? You know I told you what happened to people who are bitten? Right?” She glanced back at the road before you as you nodded lightly. “We can’t go back! We’re never going back, it just you and-”

“-MUM!” You yelled and pointed to the road where a man staggered out of the forest edge.

You could only watch as your mum swerved the car to avoid hitting the man. The car skidding along the road and tipping over, barrel rolling and smacking into a tree, upside down. The impact caused you to hit your head and black out for a few minutes; unaware of the potential danger around you.

You blinked your eyes open, a light thumping happening in your head as your vision is blurry. The blood rushing to your head, fast, as you’re stuck upside down.

You hear a deep, gritted growling, sounding like a frustrated animal. You blink rapidly and see, what you assume, is the man from the road trying to crawl through the windshield. Up front he looked rotten, disgusting and a grey sort of colour. Bloodshot eyes, skin flaking from his hands that outstretched trying to grab you.

Your heart thumps in your chest, tears falling from your eyes and you begin to scream. Looking to the driver’s seat and your mum isn’t there, car door open but no sign of her; panic settles in as this… man gets closer.

Over your screams for your dad or mum, you don’t hear a van pull up or the steady feet of men get out. No, all you see is the crazy man get pulled away, black boots stand over him and one slams on his back. A single gunshot is fired making you flinch, whimpering into the silence as it goes straight through his head; stopping the man growls.

The same boots along with a few others walk around the car, you whimper as a pair stop beside your window. “Boss, I think there’s someone alive in the car?” A deep, gruff voice rings out.

“Well, pull them out and let me take a look at them! It’s not rocket-science, Simon.” A smooth, clear voice comes from behind the car.

You stare wide-eyed as a man’s face appears; black moustache and grey, wiry hair, deep confused brown eyes stare at you for a moment. He opens the door, the metal scraping against the floor and he leans in, you whimper and recoil away.

“I’m gonna undo the buckle, be ready for the drop,” he tells you before pressing the buckles button and that sends you falling to the roof.

It doesn’t hurt just a little sudden, you look finally able to see him the right way up and he just gestures for you to crawl out to him. With no other choice you shuffle out of the car, standing up and looking up at the tall man; he’s wearing a khaki coloured shirt, sleeves rolled up and some jeans. He places a hand on your shoulder, moving you around the car to the back where a handful of man are stood. Waiting.

“Just a little girl,” the man holding your shoulder calls out. “Look like whoever she was with is long gone.”

You nervously look at the men. All holding some type of weapon, looking mean and tough. You heard dad and mum talking about a group, mean, biker looking group that took from settlements like where you ran from.

“What’s your name little darlin’?” A voice called out, your (E/C) eyes drift nervously to the voice.

A man with slick, dark hair and a black, leather jacket called to you. He looks mean, in the sense he’s swinging a baseball bat that has barbed wire coiled around it. But he has a kind smile, encouraging almost.

“Go on, tell him your name,” the man holding your shoulder taps lightly and you look down at your feet. Scared and afraid, terrified would be accurate.

“She’s scared, give her a minute,” the same man with the bat calls back. “Skinny Joey, check the car over and Simon bring her over here.”

You feel the slight nudge to move forward, you look up as you walk towards the man, glancing at the few others who are looking over the car. You stop a little short of him, he hands his bat to Simon, you think that’s his name, and then kneel down in front of you. He smells of smoke, leather and a distinct dirt smell, it’s not bad but different.

“Aren’t you just the cutest thing I ever did see, I haven’t seen a child this cute since, shit, before this whole mess.” He’s grinning, “I apologise for my foul mouth, now sweetie what’s your name?”

You take a few seconds and he nods in encouragement, “My mum told me not to talk to strangers.”

He laughs loudly, “That’s a good rule, but your mum isn’t here.” You look down, “And I’m only trying to help, I’m Negan, these are my men. Now you know who we are,” he grins as you look at the others all watching.

“I’m… Y/N,” you say hesitantly.

“Wanna tell me what happened? Why you’re out here all alone?” He looks at the wreckage.

You follow his eyes before looking back at him. “My mum packed me into the car, where we lived was under… attack, I think. By those… things,” you nodded to the man who was trying to get through the windshield, “she was driving fast and swerved not to hit him,” he nods solemnly.

“And she left you?” He asked and you shrugged, “woke up from that tumble and she was gone?” It wasn’t a question but you nodded. He seemed to be in deep thought as you looked at him, he looks up at Simon who gives a small sigh, nodding in agreement to whatever silent conversation they were having. “So, you’ll be coming back with us, we’ve got a good set up someone will-”

You cut him off, “I should stay here, what if… my mum left to get help?”

“Listen, kid,” Negan starts off, “that maybe true or she left you or she left to get help and died, the bad out way the good in this world. I don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone,” he tilts his head.

You shake your head, “No! You don’t know for sure, she wouldn’t just leave me,” you turn and sit beside the wreckage of the car.

Negan shrugs, taking the bat from Simon and telling his men to get into the trucks and vans. He gives you one last look before driving the way you had driven, you watch as the vans turn in the opposite corner and drive off.

FEW HOURS LATER


Your dad told you stories how it gets worse at night. How to never stay outside at night, you wrapped your arms around your body and shivered from the cold. The sun was setting, getting to that time where the somewhat safeness of the day time faded. Your mum would have been back by now, if she left to get help, she wasn’t.

You felt neglected, why would she just leave you? What would possess her to just leave you. Alone with no one.

You stand up walking across the road, peeking into the forest, maybe she was stuck somewhere. Maybe she needed help! You step into the forest and begin walking, it was hard to see because of the darkness painting the sky slowly.

After a few minutes of walking you see her. Sat up against a tree, already looking just as rotten and disgusting as the man from earlier, plus people attacking where you lived. Her shirt was soaked in blood, you flinched away from the nightmare in front of you, she didn’t even look like your mum but it was her. You step back, twig snapping and your eyes darted to her.

She lazily lifted her head, making groaning sounds in the back of her throat; trying to stand up. Her noises attracted others, you could hear more faint groans, without thinking you turn and begin to run back. You squealed when one almost grabbed a hold of you, ducking and running back to the car, why? You didn’t know.

You clear the forest edge and breath heavily, yet, you smack into something. Or someone. You scream and thrash around to get out of their hold, only stopping when looking up, Negan?

“Just wanted to give you one last offer to come back with us,” he looked beyond you to the forest where you had obviously come from. “What were you doing in there?”

“Looking for my mum,” you muttered. “I found her!”

He nodded, “Well, I guess you don’t need us then, where is she?” Before he can stand up, you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, he tenses and looks at Simon who shrugs.

“No! Don’t leave me,” you cried; the realisation of being alone and having no one falling onto you. “Their all gone now.” You cried.

“Stick with me, kid.” Negan sighs, rubbing your back reassuringly. “I’ve got you,” he stands up and hands His baseball bat to Simon before walking to the truck.

(Let me know what you think. I’m still editing, hence why things are a little off and such. I’ll get to my laptop soon (published and formatted from phone) hopefully, the tagging works on my phone, otherwise I’m sorry! My first Negan series, with reader as a child, I’m nervous!-Ro)


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REQUEST : Write something where y/n had done something bad to harry and thats why H suddenly became cold to her and he makes it hard to earn his trust back but then y/n got into an accident? - Anon

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“Everyone Keeps Telling Me You’re The Bad Guy...”

Drabble Game - #19. Mark Tuan - Angst


Mark Tuan. Known around campus as the resident heartbreaker. It was obvious why. He was devastatingly handsome and charming. Once he set his sights on a girl, she was a goner. He would wine and dine them, get them into bed and then come up with some lame excuse as to why anything more serious just wouldn’t work.

Mark Tuan, the same one who had been assigned to be the subject of your behavioral analysis study for the last month, had his eyes on you now.

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People Can Change

Summary: Y/N is a nerd about to graduate from high school. Dean is her best friend’s older brother who is always with Sam. Together the two of them fight like cats and dogs, but is it hatred causing it or is it love?

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, Bobby Singer, Reader

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Chubby!Reader, Sam Winchester x Jessica Moore

Warnings: NSFW, smut, self doubt about weight, language

Word Count: 4,687

Request: Do you think you could write me a fanfic where its Dean x Reader but they’re both in high school and the reader is this adorable chubby lil nerd and Dean is a bad boy who used to tease her but they both really like each other and it ends up in smut of fluff please and thank you! Love the writing and keep doing’ you!- Anonymous

A/N: This is my submission for @dancingalone21 Lau’s AU Funny Quote Challenge. My quote was “I say we get drunk and shoot crap.” I hope y’all enjoy I loved writing this because I’m a chubby nerd like the reader. Feedback is always welcomed!

Originally posted by life-of-a-plaidchester

The bell for the end of the day chimed, and all of your classmates started packing their things up. Mr Singer, your teacher yelled out to everyone that they needed to bring their homework in on Monday or they’d receive no credit. As everyone else rushed to get out of the class, you took your time packing your things up before walking to the from of the class.

“Mr. Singer, here’s my homework.” He looked up at you with a smile on his face as he took it from you. “I just figured I would give it to you now.”

“My star pupil, thank Y/N I’ll be sure to get this graded and back to you by Monday.”

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I Hate You {Part Two}

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Theo x Reader

Part Three

“(Y/N)!” Greenburg yelled and you jumped, turning wide eyed until relief ran through you and you saw your friend and neighbour grinning at you.

“Hey, sorry I was…” You muttered and he shrugged tossing you your kit.

“Worried I was Theo out to get you?” He asked playfully which made you blush. “Don’t worry he won’t get through me.” You froze when he tripped over air and almost fell on his face.

“I’m so thrilled that you’re protecting me.” You giggled and headed to the girls changing room.

You could feel Theo watching you from the stands. He never left you alone for long and you could swear that even at night it felt like he was there lurking nearby. Even when girls flocked around him he’d be looking at you, often pushing them out of his way to hurry over to you only for you to run off.

“Can I hit him with a ball, I could do it… ok Danny could do it.” Greenburg grumbled, glaring at Theo who glared right on back.

“You two will you pay attention, (Y/L/N) try and get past McCall.” Coach yelled at you.

“Yes coach.” You mumbled

“Good luck.” Stiles whispered, sneaking forwards to grab you by the waist and give you a shove as you pushed off which propelled you forwards quick enough for Scott to underestimate where you were going.

“Better luck next time McCall.” You hooted and grinned, tapping your helmet against Greenburg’s.

Once you were done with practise you headed to your locker, glancing over at Theo’s where girls had swarmed around him, flirting and laughing despite the fact that he’d fixed his eyes on you. He shook his head when you quickly turned away, a panicked tightness set in your chest until Greenburg came over to walk home with you.

“See you in a bit.” He called heading into his house which was just next door.

“So, you two dating?” Theo asked making you yelp when you turned to see him leaning against the other neighbour’s mail box.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked and shuffled towards your gate, fumbling in your pocket for your keys so you could hurry to the door.

“I came to ask if you wanted dinner at my house… my Mom will cook?” He looked at you expectantly, nodding in defeat.

“I have to go.” You mumbled and ran to the front door.

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Lying From You - Stuart Twombly

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stuart Twombly/Reader

Word Count: 4,212

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (female receiving), Public Sex, Car Sex, Mentions of Alcohol

Notes: This was actually a request >.> I hope ya’ll like it.

Request: Hi i was just wondering if you maybe could do imagine with stuart where him and reader are working in the google together and they had friends with benefits and reader got pregnant including smut sorry if this is too much and also sorry for my terrible english anyway thank you. :-)

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My New God

“I’m glad you made it, Sam. But the angel blade won’t work, because I’m not an angel anymore. I’m your new God. A better one. So you will bow down and profess your love unto me, your Lord. Or I shall destroy you”.

Your mind was reeling at the news.

Your Cas, the innocent sweet Castiel, Angel of the Lord. Was…God?

“Cas, what the hell are you doing?”

He turned to you, his eyes soft, but focussed.

“You will address me as Father. Or God. Not Cas”.

You wanted to scoff, to yell at him and make him drop the stupid act.

But the power that was coming from him was terrifying.

You’d been in the presence of other angels and they scared you. 

Hell, you’d fought Lucifer, and stood in the same room as Death himself and lived another day.

But this?

This was different. 

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Bungou Stray dogs, as you all know, is one of my favorite series and the promotional/official art is no different. They are some of the most beautiful pieces of art for an anime series I’ve ever seen. One of my favorites is the one with the flowers, which are featured here:

I actually tried to guess the flowers they are holding, even going so far as to look up examples and their meanings.
Why?
Because I am a sad 23 year old who has no life. <|…D;;;;;;

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A few Starters - Ice Breakers
  • “Are you following me?”
  • “Hey, watch where you’re going.”
  • “You look vaguely familiar…” 
  • “I don’t know who you are but you don’t strike me as the trustworthy type.”
  • “I don’t know what you want but you’d better fuck off before I make you.”
  • “Sorry but I’m new around here, would you mind giving me pointers?”
  • “Strange to see a fresh face around here.”
  • “Hey you. It’s dangerous to be walking around here, you should leave.”
  • “Do you need help with that?”
  • “Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?”
  • “Do I know you? Cause you look a lot like my next girlfriend/boyfriend.”
  • “See my friends over there? They wanna to know if you think I’m cute.
  • “Hey handsome/beautiful.”
  • “You might be new, but you’re looking at the top dog around here.”
  • “Sorry but I’m not interested in your offer.”
  • “Are you as cold as you seem or do you always walk around like you own the place?”
  • “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
  • “The answer is no by the way, to whatever you’re about to say.”
  • “Don’t bother, I’m busy.”
  • “No no no, this can’t be right. You shouldn’t be here.”
  • “It’s you, isn’t it?”
  • “Happy to see me again?”
  • “It’s been so long since we’ve last parted, hm? We have some catching up to do.”
  • “You looking to start a fight or something?”
  • “Did you think I wouldn’t notice you watching me?”
  • “Us meeting wasn’t an accident.”
  • “Hey hey, no need for that I’d just like to talk.”
  • “Why the hostility? Do you treat every stranger this way?”
  • “I see no one has ever bothered to teach you manners.”
  • “Come with me, no time to explain!”
  • “Look, you’re in danger. You need to do as I say.”
  • “Are these guys bothering you?”
  • “Hey, leave him/her alone!”
  • “You look tired. Need a ride?”
  • “Shit shit, are you okay?!”
  • “Give me your belongings and you won’t get hurt. Sound fair?”
  • “Well look what the cat dragged in.”
  • “Never thought I’d see your face again.”
  • “Are you drunk? Hey, you can’t be walking around like that, be careful!”
  • “You look like bad news….”
  • “I hope I’m not being too straightforward, but are you single?”
  • “Nice to meet you.”
A Warm, Safe Place

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Dean x reader drabble 

Summary: You and Dean find a small infant while clearing a crime scene. She suddenly becomes the center of the world.

Warnings: mild angst, mention of blood, life-threatening wounds. Dean being his perfect paternal self?? 

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A/N: thank you so much for reading!

You both stood over the crib. Fingers which, only minutes ago, had been poised over their two respective triggers, now lay at rest by your sides. Each of you more wordless than the other. Instead of the monster you’d been expecting, there was a nursery. A soft raspberry-colored room, with accents of pinks and whites. Stuffed animals were spread sparsely throughout the room, and a small bookshelf to the far left held just a few children’s books that’d been read thousands of times to unborn ears. 

 And here you stood, Dean beside you, as your eyes remained glued to the infant laying inside the confines of the crib. Her parents were gone, torn apart brutally in the early morning. Tragedy had befallen the sweet baby in front of you, and all you could think about was how peaceful she seemed, how innocent and unknowing she was in all of this. Her jaw moved up and down as if she was still sucking on a binkie, and the gentle sound that came from her not-possibly-more-than-two-month-old form melted your heart.

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Chamber of Secrets - Part 19

Originally posted by anthvnystcrk

Pairing: Bucky x Reader 

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: OKAY WE’RE GETTING SOMEWHERE. This took longer than I anticipated, but that’s only because I’m trash and I got distracted by another fic idea that I might be doing. 

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Faking It

Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader

Characters: All the Avengers

After getting news about a family reunion coming up, the reader decides to set up a plan to make her look like she isn’t as single as she actually is. But when all her candidates can’t go, she’s left with the only person who she least expects to go along with the plan.

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: Okay, I’m terrible at summaries. Just read the imagine and tell me what you think. If you want to be tagged on all of my works tell me, please. And if you want a second part to this tell me, it’s still under consideration

All other parts are on the masterlist

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

It was the annual family reunion. Well, not so annual. The last family reunion was two years ago and the last family reunion you attended was six years go. You were a teenager at the time and itching to leave home. Not to mention you were the definition of teenage angst.

Now, you were someone completely different. You were Y/N Y/L/N, an Avenger. You were badass and can take down a man in less than 5 seconds. You didn’t have any powers, but you were a skillful fighter. It was a dream when Nick Fury offered you to join the elite team. So much adrenaline and you absolutely loved the members of your team.

Your family didn’t know this, of course, they think you’re a secretary for Tony Stark. Which isn’t an entire lie. You and Tony came to an agreement and he allowed you to pass that small lie. He was a good friend and you always did favors for him, you didn’t mind of course.

However, now that you’re going back home after not seeing your family for so many years, your mother is gonna expect some things. Knowing your mother, she will either hope for a man on your hand, a ring on your finger, or maybe even a baby bump. You surely didn’t have any of those. You also didn’t want to seem like a complete loser. Your older brother was already married with a baby on the way. Your older sister was engaged. Which means that they will be nagging you about how you don’t have a boyfriend or girlfriend.

You certainly didn’t want to walk into that reunion empty handed.

An idea popped into your head, not a very good one, but an idea nonetheless. You were going to ask Steve if he can accompany you. The look on their faces when I walk in there with Captain America will be priceless! You thought to yourself.

“FRIDAY? Where’s Steve?” You asked the system.

“Captain Rogers is in the gym, Miss Y/L/N,” She replied.

“Thank you,” You added and walked down to the gym. Just like you were said, Steve was hitting the punching bag. The muscles on his back were visible through his tight shirt. His blond hair was disheveled and drenched in sweat.

“Steve,” You called.

He turned and smiled at you, “Hi Y/N.”

You waltzed towards him, “Stevie Wonder, Stevie boy, Steve baby.” You poked his firm chest at each ridiculous nickname you gave him.

He had an amusing look on his face, “What is it?”

“So listen,” You patted his chest one more time before drawing your attention towards his face. “I have this family reunion coming up next week and my mother is expecting me to walk in with a significant other, so I was hoping you could go with me.” You smiled widely.

Steve raised his eyebrows, he looked surprised and flattered at the same time. A small blush rose on his cheeks, “Y/N, I’d love to, really I would, but I’m busy next week. Upcoming mission with Sam.”

You groaned, “Sam was my second choice.”

He laughed, “Sorry Y/N. If you asked me sooner, maybe I could’ve gone.”

“My mother called me this morning, it was all news to me too,” You paused. “Alright gotta find another date.”

“Ask Tony,” He asked, though it came out like a sarcastic comment.

“Tony is old enough to be my dad,” You said.

“And I’m old enough to be your grandpa,” He joked.

“Right you are there, gramps. But no, my family thinks I’m Tony’s secretary so it would be a bit questionable to be dating your boss,” You explained as you left the gym. The doors slid shut behind you.

“Okay,” You said aloud. “Steve is out, so is Sam, Tony definitely.” You gasped. “Thor!”

You went in search for Thor and found him in the lounge area. Mjolnir sat on the coffee table in front of him. Thor was balancing a book in one hand and using his free hand to hold a Poptart. His blond locks were pulled into a bun. His eyes narrowed down at his book. He looked so concentrated that you almost didn’t want to interrupt him.

“Hey Thor,” You greeted.

“Lady Y/N!” he looked up and bellowed.

“Just Y/N, remember? Whatcha reading?” You asked and plopped down on the couch next to him.

“A very interesting book, lots of death,” He smiled and showed you the cover of a book you didn’t recognize. “Hey Thor, I have this family thing coming up and I was wondering if you could go with me. It’s next week.” You said hopeful.

“I have Asgardian business to take care of,” He replied. “But why would you need me to go? Does your family want to see a real life Asgardian god?”

“Kind of. They’re just having high hopes of me being in a relationship. Considering the fact that all my other siblings and cousins are married, dating someone or engaged. I am the only single cousin that I know of.”

“Just tell your parents the truth. Say ‘Mother, Father, I have no one.’” Thor smiled and shrugged. “Simple as that.”

“You don’t get it, Thor, I can’t say that.” You whined and buried your head in a pillow.

“I’ll never understand your Midgardian ways,” He frowned.

Your shoulders slumped once again, you stood up and left.

The rest of the day you asked everyone who was a worthy candidate. Natasha said that she was busy of course. She was going on that mission with Steve. Wanda didn’t feel comfortable to be around so many unknown people. Pietro would not go anywhere without his sister because he didn’t want to leave her alone. You didn’t want to ask Vision because you knew he’d say no and you’re convinced he has a thing for Wanda.

You slid down in the chair and mumbled miserably to yourself. You had checked off everyone on the list. No one could go. You banged your head against the island as you tried to come up with another plan.

“Hey Y/N,” Bucky entered the kitchen.

It’s as if the gods spoke to you and brought Bucky to you. How could you forget him! He’s your last hope.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky,” You clung onto him.

He gave you an alarmed look, “Y/N.”

“Bucky, I have a family reunion coming up and my mom and pretty much everyone is expecting me to go with someone. A spouse, of course, and I don’t have one. I already asked Steve and he’s going on a mission with Sam and Natasha. Thor can’t go because he has Asgardian business. Tony is my boss. Clint has a wife. Wanda can’t go because she doesn’t feel comfortable and Pietro doesn’t want to leave her alone. I can’t take Vision because everyone will flip their shit when I show up with Robot Jesus. I’m freaking out because you’re my only hope and I completely forgot about you and if you can’t go I’m gonna be doomed. I’ll be the butt of everyone’s joke and I don’t like being the butt, Bucky.”

“Y/N,” Bucky grabbed your shoulders and shook you a little. “You’re talking so fast and so much.”

You breathed, “Sorry, I’m just freaking out!”

“Calm down,” He said. “When is it?”

“Next week,” You replied.

“Where?”

“Back home in California.”

He nodded, “I’ll do it.”

You perked up, “Really?”

He nodded once again and smiled, “Can’t be too bad? It’ll be fun, besides. I’ve been stuck in here for too long doing nothing good. Also, I’ve always wanted to go to the west coast.”

You squealed and threw your arms around him, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You repeated. “You saved my ass.”

“I think I’m gonna be doing plenty of that these next few days.”

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Girl Next Door - Part Two

Harry pulled open the door to the small studio in the gym. He knew he would find her there, it’s where she always was. Harry had watched her dance multiple times in the studio, too many times to count. He watched her bruise her knees, twist her ankles, hurt herself, too many times in this studio. But she loved it. She loved how small it was, she loved the smell, she loved the feeling of being in there.

Years later and Harry used the weight room next door, most of the time he would stop, peek in the window and watch her. He would watch as she would move with the music, letting out her anger, her sadness, her energy. He loved watching her dance, it was where she belonged, where she wanted to be, and he knew it.

He was right, she was there, moving her hand on her back, right about her bum, the other to her head as she turned and looked over shoulder, she dropped the move, jumping to the right where he stood, her hands in the air. She stopped, the music still blasting.

“Can we help you?” she asked, walking to her speaker and shutting it off, it was then Harry noticed she wasn’t alone.

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Deranged: Part 11

“Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.” - Stephen King

Warning: Contains extreme violence and tense situations in this chapter

Teaser  Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10   Part 12

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Family

So, about that break, heh…

Well, after receiving some amazing fanart and lovely words from all you wonderful people, it honestly made me feel great, which…I haven’t really felt in a while, I won’t go into any detail but like…holy hell, folk actually really liked my content, what. 

And so…writing is going to be my way of thanking you all.

Once again, this story is based on the 2D Bendy AU created by the wonderful @shinyzango. I can’t recommend checking out her artwork highly enough, it’s pretty damn amazing. c:

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Let’s Make a Deal {Part I}

Author: Zoe

(A/N: This was so much fun to write! This spiraled out of control and ended up turning into a series.)

Mobster! Cassian x Reader

Plot Summary: 1954. All you cared about was earning money and surviving in the concrete jungle that we call New York City. However, ever since WWII ended, crime was rampant all around, and you managed to land right in the heart of it all. Cassian Andor was one of the local crime bosses, and the two of you managed to cross paths.

“I’m clocking out, Jaz.” You called, hanging up your apron and tossing your coat over your uniform.

“Bye! Be careful! Women walking at night spells bad news!” She called, wiping up a couple martini glasses.

You smiled, looking over to your coworker as you unfurled your umbrella. “Jasmine, we’ve got the drill, right?”

“If you call me to get milk, make up an emergency so you can leave. If you tell me that you saw Morei from our old Economics class, I’ll send a cab. If you say that you need to get a new comforter, call the police.” She recited, as you nodded.

“See you tomorrow!” You waved goodbye as you opened your umbrella, covering yourself up from the pouring rain.

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Cinderella PT 2 - Jughead Jones

Okay so Cinderella went down REALLY well and I’m pretty sure I would be skinned alive  if I didn’t do a part 2 so HERE YA GO. THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG SERIES WITH SOME CHEEKY CLIFFHANGERS!!! Feel free to send me feedback/suggestions!

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Warnings: Description of cuts (not self inflicted) and violence / Swearing galore

PART 1 

Jagged cuts, twisting like vines up your arms from shards of bottle glass. Red eyes, dried up from fallen tears. You looked like a mess.

Last night had been the most free night of your life since your Mother died. You’d danced with a boy who made your insides flutter and for the first time in forever you finally felt as if you were worth something. Of course, that feeling couldn’t last forever. It had taken the strike of a clock at midnight to remind you of your fate, awaiting you at home. A reminder that you weren’t free, and probably never would be. 

The second you had stepped in the front door, you’d felt a rough fist grab you, pulling you by the hair, as you screamed, into the kitchen. Your step-mum, in all her drunken glory, shouting  swears and profanities at you. She wouldn’t stop throwing stuff either, carelessly, not really worried if whatever she was throwing hit you or didn’t hit you. You managed to escape, with a palette of bruises, small scars and a deep gash on your leg from where your step-mum had picked up a whole box of empty bottles and smashed them at your feet. Anna and Drew had decided to stay at Cheryl’s house, so you didn’t see them for the rest of the night. 

Once the assault had finally ended, you had used the little energy you had left to go upstairs and tend to your wounds in the bathroom. You liked to think of them as battle scars. That’s what your Mother would say…


“(Y/N)! What on earth have you done you silly goose,” Your Mother, in all her radiant beauty, picked a tearful 5 year old you off the gravel pavement of your driveway and sat you down on a bench. She wiped away your tears, seating you on her lap as she brushed down your dress affectionately.

“I fell over,” You pouted, pointing to your knee. A barely visisble red cut had formed and your Mother chuckled under her breath, before leaning down and kissing it gently.

“Oh no darling, how did you manage that?” She played along with your exaggeration, putting on a fake frown.

“I was playing princesses, because I’ve always wanted to be a princess! We were being attacked by trolls, so I was leading my kingdom into battle, but I tripped! I’m an awful princess,” You shook your head, wiping away any stray tears with your clenched fists. Your mother took your hands and uncurled your fingers from their tight ball, one by one. She held them close to her heart before bending down so she was on eye level with you. She smiled at you, her eyes filled with love.

“You are a beautiful princess. A princess doesn’t have to be graceful, she has to be strong, and that’s just what you showed by braving a deadly fight with the trolls! But perhaps, maybe nobody would have to get hurt if you would talk to the trolls. Make a peace. Where there is kindness, there is goodness and where there is goodness, there is magic. Have courage my little princess, and be kind.”


Memories of your mother consumed you for the rest of the night, as you curled up tight, crying softly to yourself as nobody else could listen.

You wanted to be the princess that she always wanted you to be.

But it was so hard to be kind when people spat at your feet and showered you in hate.


You woke up in the morning, feeling tired and weighed down by the events of last night. Your mind drifted towards Jughead. What did he think of you after what you did? He probably thought you were some kind of selfish bitch, although you were used to that opinion. The thought of someone you really liked thinking about you that way bothered you. Was this the name you would make for yourself?

You had to pick yourself up and carry on. The likely situation, would be that Jughead and his friends would never speak to you again, and you would spend the rest of your high school days alone as you did before.

You were such a wallflower that you couldn’t even be bothered to make an effort with your appearance. You threw on a comfy, oversized grey sweater, black leggings and matching converse. You tied your hair up in a messy bun and only touched up with light makeup, especially around the eyes to conceal their puffy and red exterior. 

The house was quiet and you didn’t dare make a sound. Your step-mother was probably crashed on the couch. She wouldn’t be as angry as yesterday if you woke her up but it would give her enough reason to scream profanities and you didn’t have the energy to deal with her this early in the morning.

You slung your backpack over your shoulder, preparing to leave for the walk to school, considering your bike had been vandalised. Something caught your eye on the way out your bedroom though, and you turned around to look at the hook on the back of the door. Your mask from last night, still in perfect condition along with a zipped bag that contained your dress. A haunting reminder of Cheryl’s party. You were of course, missing some components of your outfit, including the bejewelled necklace and shoes. The shoes were probably back in Veronica’s closet but you couldn’t imagine the look on her face if you told her that you’d thrown away the necklace. Another hit-list you would be added to.

You shook your head, leaving the outfit untouched as you managed to creep your way downstairs and out the front door, heading for school.


The school hallways were the same as ever. Jocks pressing cheerleaders up against the lockers for impromptu make-out sessions, public arguments, people who were too loud for their own good, people who wanted to get out of the crowded hallway as soon as possible, popular kids, non-popular kids, normal kids. And then you, so bland to an outsider that you couldn’t be placed in a category. Too naive and pretty, the perfect girl next door with good looks and good grades.

You were so much more. If only people knew.

“Chin up princess or your crown will slip”

Your mother would say to you. Don’t let people put you down. Those who put you down only feel bad about themselves, and you should try and reach out to them. 

Your thoughts clouded your head, so you didn’t realise when an arm reached out to grab you. You let out a tiny yelp, that was drowned by the noise of the hallway, as the person latched onto your arm, pulling you into the Janitor’s closet. You managed to push them off of you before stepping back to look at your kidnapper. Kidnappers.

Betty and Veronica, arms crossed, staring at you so intensely they could start a fire. They stepped to the side, to reveal that behind them was the boy you’d danced with the night before. You felt your face flush crimson as he stared at you with a similar intensity before stepping forward.

“(Y/N)…” he began but you cut him off quick.

“I’m so sorry, I’ll work days on end to pay for the necklace, and anything else I damaged. I didn’t mean to leave like that it’s just, my step-mo-” It was now Jughead’s turn to interrupt you as he pulled you in to a warm embrace, wrapping his arms around your waist and rubbing soothing circles where his hands lay. You were stiff with surprise, before melting into his arms and letting out a small sob. It was so relieving to finally have someone to lean on. You couldn’t help but feel weak though. 

When the two of you finally broke apart, Veronica and Betty went in for a reassuring hug, before linking arms and leaving the tight closet, so you two could spend the time alone together.

“Bets and Ronnie told me about your home life,” He confessed and you hung your head in shame. “You should have told someone,” His voice was now a whisper, and when you looked up to meet his eyes, they were drowning in concern and that one helpless look that you knew too well.

“I couldn’t. She’d kill me,” You bit your lip, trying to stop the tear dam from overflowing for the 80th time since last night. You couldn’t help but cling to him again, desperately searching for something to hold onto. He let you, soothingly rubbing your back as you buried your head in his shoulder. He froze, and you realised the sleeves of your sweater had rode up during the hug. You tried to play it off but he had already seen the bottle cuts. 

“Were these…did you?” Jughead was speechless and you shook your head rapidly.

“No no no. They’re from bottles that she threw at me when I got home late,” You sounded like you were reassuring him but this really wasn’t any better than what he thought you had done in the first place.

“My god (Y/N)” He traced his fingers up them at a slow pace, causing you to feel waves of shivers. “We have to tell someone, anyone.”

You shook your head, a bitter laugh escaping you. “Please Jug, don’t you think I’ve tried to reach out once or twice? Nobody will listen to me. I’m not worth people’s time. Especially with Anna and Drew now on Cheryl’s side and no proof of what they do to me. If I tried to reach out, I would be labelled as an attention seeking whore,” You choked out, your voice raw from the sobbing. You were so done with tears. You made to leave but Jughead grasped your wrist, pulling you so hard that you stumbled into him, hands pushing into his chest. You felt embarrassed all over again, and when you looked up at him he was smirking and wiggling his eyebrows teasingly. You jumped back, hiding your face in your baggy sweater so he couldn’t see your overwhelming tomato blush.

“Seriously though, don’t go, not yet,” He whispered. “Stay.”

He sounded so genuine and vulnerable. You sighed, before pulling up a small stool that the Janitor used to reach higher windows on tall walls and sitting down, waiting for what Jughead had to say.

“What if I told you I did have proof?” 

“I would say you’re lying to me and this is some kind of sick joke but I guess that gives you an insight in to how low my expectations have fallen at this point.”

He rolled his eyes and you chuckled in response.

“Me and Betty were at the party to interrogate certain people on Jason Blossom’s murder for the Blue and Gold, we carried around a voice recorder. I couldn’t stand how sociable it was, being an antisocial myself, so I gave Betty the recorder and sulked off for the rest of the party until you found me. Long story short, she recorded your sisters recording me and you but they ended up saying shitty things about you and how they were going to expose you so Bob’s your uncle, there’s your proof! This could change everything,” Jughead paced back and forth, pausing every now and then so you could take things in. He looked excited at the end for your reaction, but you looked deadly pale.

“Anna and Drew know I was at the party?” You whispered, eyes widening in fear. This clearly wasn’t the reaction he was hoping for and he bent down so he was eye level for you, resting his warm hands over your shaking ones.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. We have weapon on our side here, we could use this to our advantage!” He rubbed your hands together. You hated how he talked about this as if it were some kind of huge game or war.

“And they have huge dirt on me. They could show my step-mum. She’d skin me alive. Find a way to frame me for stealing the outfit, beat me to death no matter what counter evidence you have,” You picture her face, her rage. Your whole body was violently shaking now.

“We could gather more against your step-mum overtime, this will just stop your sisters in the mean time. They’ve built themselves a reputation over the past couple of weeks and they wouldn’t dare spoilt it,” He pulled you off of the stool and into another tight hug. Your head rested on his lap as you tried to calm yourself. Think happy thoughts.

Princess. Scars. Record. Necklace. Shoes. Advantage. Proof. Don’t go. Please. Stay.

Words that wouldn’t stop repeating and ringing in your ear.


You’d left the closet, Jughead at your side. He’d tried to reassure you and although you felt better than before, you still doubted this whole muddle that you were caught up in. You wished that the ground would open up, devouring you into the darkness below.

You made it through most of the day without an issue. Sadly, just after lunch you ended up running into the people you wanted to avoid the most. You were walking down the hall towards the water fountain, throat parched from the outdoor heat.

“(Y/N) is it?” A voice called your name and you froze. You were never acknowledged in these halls. You turned around and met face to face with the demon queen of high school herself, Cheryl Blossom. 

You nodded your head as a response, over analysing all of her movements and gestures in your head. Why was she talking to you? Why did she care? “Honey, you can speak. I don’t bite,” She giggled sickeningly, before linking her arm in yours. The two of you continued to walk down the corridors, not really going anywhere, you just let Cheryl lead you.

“Umm Cheryl, what… what do you want?” You asked, fearing the worst.

“I just wanted to walk and talk. According to your sisters, my newest henchmen, you were killing it at my party last night. They showed me a picture,” Cheryl’s overly sweet voice made you feel sick to your stomach, as you just tried to go along with what she was saying.

“Thank you,” You mumbled and Cheryl flipped back her long, ruby locks.

“Honestly I don’t know why you don’t come to my parties more often when you strut around wearing dresses like this,” She stopped, pulling out her phone and showing you a screenshot. It was a screenshot of the video. Did Anna and Drew send this to her? You were holding Jughead’s hands, your dress exposed to the moonlight, basking in it’s intricate and elegant design with pride. You couldn’t help but think you actually looked beautiful. When you looked back to Cheryl with a soft smile on your face, your mood was shattered by her sudden cold, piercing eyes. “Where did you get it?” Her tone sounded mocking and you instantly ripped your arm away from hers.

Cheryl tilted her head in feign hurt and bewilderment as you backed away from her. She was giving you disturbing vibes and you didn’t want to be alone with her in this hallway anymore. You rushed down the stairs, merging in with the now crowded ground floor hallways now that lunch was over. You thought you were safe, leaning against your locker and taking in deep breaths. 

Two arms slammed down at either side of your head, but they were from different people. You were trapped once again, the sense of freedom flying even further away. You suddenly missed not mattering at all, to anyone. You shouldn’t have gone to that stupid party.

Anna and Drew loomed over you and although they weren’t that taller than you, you couldn’t feel any more small. Drew dug her nails into your wrist, so different to how Jughead had handled you. She dragged you into an empty classroom before slamming you up against a whiteboard, Anna hot on her tail.

“Listen fat freak,” Drew hissed and you winced. “Did you really think you could just skip back into school like nothing happened? Did you not get wasted as you grinded on that boy last night?” She spat the words, spewing lava that burned you. 

The way she twisted the romance, the happiness that you had felt made everything so much worse. As if they were taking away your safe haven.

“I didn-” You began but your step-sisters simultaneously slammed their hands down at your sides again and you jolted, stopping dead in your tracks.

“We have video evidence of everything that happened. Imagine if we were to leak this to a certain someone. We could twist the story, innocent girl gone rogue,” Drew continued to jeer. Anna didn’t say much, she just nodded every now and then.

“My-my friends.. they have audio evidence of you. It could ruin you,” You mustered up your confidence, chin help up in defiance.

Keep your head up Princess.

“Your friends? Pfft! Anyone can be bribed princess,” Drew mocked. “They’re not your friends. Besides, what will it do? What we said about you, Mummy would agree with and you know it. Us being a bit bitchy won’t stop her from beating you to a bloody pulp.”

You closed your eyes, trying to block out the images that were forming in your mind. The bottles. The boxes of empty bottles.

“What do you want from me?” Your voice cracked, head down, tears spilling.

“A lot, but you’ll learn soon enough. You have a debt to pay if you want to keep this under lock and key (Y/N)” She toyed with her phone, the video tauntingly paused on the screen.

“D, that’s enough, she gets the point,” Anna sighed, grabbing her sisters hand and pulling her off of you and out of the room. Drew wouldn’t stop glaring at you.

“The game has begun bitch,” Was the last thing you heard, and you slumped  down, head in your hands.


Here lies Celia (Y/L/N)

Loving wife of Thomas (Y/L/N)

And Mother of (Y/N) (Y/L/N)

A Queen in other’s eyes, she will be missed.

You read the epitaph over and over again every time you visited her grave. Beside it, you lay down another bouquet of white lilies. You just stood there, staring. You would look like a creep to a bystander but you didn’t care. You found comfort in talking to your Mother. She would always listen.

“I can’t do it Mum,” You shook your head, kicking the ground with frustration, accidentally shovelling earth with the heels of your feet. “My whole life I’ve dedicated to kindness, to tolerance and to resilience and to patience and all the values you taught me. You taught me to keep my head up strong and to believe in myself. You taught me that kindness is the route of all good magic. How am I supposed to believe in myself when nobody else does?” 

You would always let everything go here, this was your time away from home, from school, from the drama to scream out loud and just let it all go.

“I want to Mother, I want to be the princess that you want me to be. But how can I be graceful if I just keep falling down. How can I be pretty when I’m decorated in scars. These aren’t battle scars, these are just reminders that I’M WEAK, THAT’S ALL I AM. I’M WEAK AND I’M ALONE AND…. and… I’m afraid,” You felt yourself crumple into a pile on the floor sobbing into the mud. You didn’t care how crazy or dirty you looked. The only time people noticed you is when you were flawed. You did good things for others all the time but people only cared about when you fucked up.

You felt so fake. Like a Barbie doll. Other people were pulling the puppet strings and you felt so weak and vulnerable. So fake.


A WEEK LATER

“I can’t believe you’ve never had a burger before,” Jughead’s mouth was full of food as he talked and you almost choked with laughter. He had invited you to study at Pop’s after school. When he found out you had never tried a burger before in your life, her forgot about studying and made it his mission to get you to try one of Pop’s very own. ‘Why not start with the best’ he’d said and you had to admit, it was pretty damn delicious.

“I don’t know, I guess I’m just the queen of microwave dinners,” You laughed and he smirked, shaking his head. It had been a week since the incident with Drew and Anna. You had confided in Betty and Veronica about what happened. You told Jughead about Cheryl, but not about your stepsisters because you really didn’t want to worry him. Especially now that you were spending time together like this, times where you felt happy. You couldn’t dream of ruining that.

Besides, it didn’t prove to be that much of an issue. It had been a week and their threats had not fallen through, which gave you some hope that this would all be over before you knew it. Juggie and Betty had accepted you into the Blue & Gold, so you had an excuse to spend a lot of time at Betty’s house. You could also focus your mind on something else and it was really helping your fragile mental state.

You’d gained confidence through hanging out with the SBC and you were beginning to finally see the positive outcome of that fateful night at the party. 

But when something is going right for you, it’s just not allowed to last for long is it?

You were currently having a “Pop’s Fries Scoffing Competition” with Jughead and were winning by a mile when Jughead’s phone began to buzz, violently. As in, it wouldn’t stop buzzing. It wasn’t a phone call though, just someone who seemed very eager to text him. He ended up getting so distracted that he had to stop ‘scoffing’ and check his notifications, a look of clear annoyance plastered on his face.

You were busy gloating about your glory, doing a victory dance. Jughead’s eyes were wide, with fear and shock as he dropped his phone on the table, the loud bang stirring you from your imaginary victory parade.

“What’s wrong sourpuss? Sad you lost?” You smirked, reaching over to steal his food, the prize of the bet. Another reason the two of you got on so well was your shared love of food, specifically trashy junk food which did not in any way treat your body like a temple.

“The voice recording,” He slowly rose from his side of the booth. You tensed, putting a fry which was on it’s way to your mouth back down again. 

“What about it?” You were afraid to ask, because judging by his expression, it wasn’t positive news.

“It’s gone.”


Here lies Celia (Y/L/N)

Loving wife of Thomas (Y/L/N)

And Mother of -

The only remaining evidence left of the now destroyed gravestone.


IT’S ABOUT TO GET FULL PLL UP IN HERE FOLKS? WHO DELETED THE RECORDING? WHO SMASHED THE GRAVE UP? OH SNAP FOLKS IT’S ALL GOING DOWN NOW eheuheuheu! Anyways here’s part 2 :3 Let me know if you want part3!

DISCLAIMER: I spell Mum as Mum because I’m British and it’s just a habit, although i did use the word ‘candy’ in a fic once rather than ‘sweets’. I apologise for my inconsistency :3

CINDERELLA
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Chemical Bubbles - Joker's Daughter

Joker!dad x daughter!reader

Harley!mom x daughter!reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1508

Summary: Js daughter wants to be like him more than she already is and wants to fall in the chemicals, she gets nervous and wants to think alone for abit

Requested: Okay joker takes his daughter to Ace chemicals so she can be transformed like him and Harley but she gets svared at the last second he lets her take her time.  After he leaves she finally jumps in and goes home chaned ( @secretlyshamelesspersona )

Authors Note: Jared Leto as Joker, Margot Robbie as Harley. i do not own anygif which you can see as it says “originaly posted by“ so yeah 

and please send in requests !!! ( of any kind and any show )

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