there was no m!a involved it is one in the morning and i felt like doing this okay

You’re Not Dad

A/N: Not that anyone cares I’ve been hella busy and haven’t had time to literally write anything and I still really don’t, but I’m going to anyways bc I have some inspiration. Enjoy. Feedback is always appreciated(:

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

Warnings: swearing, angst, overprotective Dean, mention of death, yelling, very close relationship b/w Dean and reader? let me know if I missed anything

Tagging: @winchesters-favorite-girl because I think she might be interested and I really love and look up to her as a writer. I hope you don’t mind.

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Originally posted by zest-wincest

You loved your brothers more than anything in the world. I mean, you were practically raised by them. John was never around, your mom was just some quick fuck that John had on a hunt. As soon as demons got word that John Winchester knocked up some chick and he had another child, they came and killed your mother when you were only a few months old. Thankfully, your mom got John on the phone as they were trying to get in and he was in town so he saved you. Not your mom though. Dean had been 16 at the time, Sam was 12. You were by far the baby of the family and Sam and Dean made it their mission to protect you from everything. And when I say everything, I mean literally everything. You were never even supposed to have been born. But nevertheless, here you were seventeen years later, alive and kicking, living in the bunker with Sam and Dean, the two best brothers in the entire world.

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Annoying Interruptions [Eggsy Unwin Imagine - Request].

A/N: Hello lovelies, here’s a Eggsy Unwin imagine, based off this anon: 

  • Eggsy imagine, please? You both are sexually frustrated because Merlin and Harry is always interrupting.  

Pairing: Eggsy x Reader.

Part Two. 

Warnings: Uh, there’s nothing explicit, but there is some content that is sexual in nature, nothing detailed. If that’s not your thing, please don’t read and to be sure, please, please, only read if you’re an adult

Rating: M, just to make sure, because I’m paranoid! 

Disclaimer: Nope, I don’t own anyone. All the characters go to their respective owners/creators. 

P.S.:Thank you for requesting and I hope this is all right! :) I’ve checked this over for mistakes and whatnot, but if any have managed to slip through, please forgive me.

Living the life of a spy was a tough business. Dealing with terrorists and plots to destroy the world, was something you had to deal with on many of your missions. You weren’t complaining, but when you actually found some spare time to relax, you’d like to be able to do that freely. If you weren’t on a mission, then you were training, or helping new recruits train and if not doing any of those things, you were busy filing through paperwork and briefing for upcoming missions, or debriefing for past ones. It constantly felt like you were doing something, so when you got back to your room after an exhausting day, you collapsed on your bed, just wanting to fall asleep.

Your boyfriend, Eggsy Unwin, had other ideas. He waltzed into your room unannounced, a breezy, carefree smile on his bright face, his light green-blue eyes sparkling in the evening light.

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dancing in a snow globe | shawn mendes




word count: 10,143 (you didn’t think it was possible for this to be longer than the last one, did you?)

author’s note: thank you all SO, SO MUCH for all your feedback on part one (which you should probably read before you start this, and you can find it HERE). this second part covers sophomore year, and it’s a bit more nsfw so, like, don’t read this at work or your grandmother’s house, ya feel? i’m dedicating it to emily aka @saysweartogod bc she’s been my main cheerleader and literally revived herself from the dead to tell me to finish this. title comes from “you are in love” by taylor swift. enjoy xo

Your name: submit What is this?


It had always been strange to you that time never felt consistent. One second could feel as though it stretched out into several eons, but three months could be compressed into one blink. As your freshman year of college ended, you felt like you weren’t looking around enough to notice the changes: the trees becoming lush with green leaves again, sweatshirts becoming t-shirts becoming tank tops, your boyfriend becoming more open, more kindhearted, more incredible with each passing day.

As your sophomore year progressed, you learned two things:

  1. You were in love, and
  2. You had no idea what to do about it.

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Canon Compliant Daisuga Fic Recs

For @volleygifs and her anon!

I’ve read all 35 of the fics on this list, and I highly recommend all of them. They’re all rated General-Mature, and are mostly one-shots.

Coming Out of the Cupboard (6.7k) (G) (dancingwithwings)

“He finds out later that the angel’s name is Sugawara Koushi and he isn’t really an angel after all: he cracks scandalous jokes and grins like the devil himself, and loves shrimp onigiri more than anything else in the world.

Daichi likes shrimp onigiri too, he decides, but not as much as he likes Sugawara Koushi.”

In which the infamous Karasuno storage cupboard helps to solve quite a few of Daichi’s problems, Suga being one of them.

Love and Other Dumb Emotions (1k) (G) (hobbit_hedgehog)

DaiSuga Week Day Three: Shy or Bold

Today’s the day. Today’s the day that Koushi is finally going to ask Daichi out. But why is he so nervous?

Maybe Memories (4.9k) (G) (hobbit_hedgehog)

DaiSuga Week Day Four: Past or Future

Daichi was hiding something, Koushi knew that much. He had been looking at Koushi funny all morning. For Daichi to be acting like this was highly suspect, but Koushi had a fairly good idea of what was going on. Daichi was keeping secrets, and Koushi didn’t care for that shit at all.

Root of the Root (33k) (T) (SedentaryZebra) (Tw: Institutionalized Homophobia)

When an extremely famous pop star comes out as gay the day before Suga’s third year of high school begins, he thinks the only impact on his life will be the extra chocolates he will need to buy to console his mother.

He’s wrong.

The real beauty (5.4k) (M) (Ellessey) @ellessey-writes

“You’re going to love this house, Daichi,” Koushi says. He tips his chin up, so the kisses Daichi has begun to press to the crook of his neck can keep traveling upwards. “You’re going to…wonder how you ever doubted me.”

“I never doubt you,” Daichi says.

“You think our house is ugly.”

Daichi’s soft exhalation just under Koushi’s ear sends a perfect shiver down his spine. “It is ugly,” he says. “But I already love it.”

Their first house needs a lot of work, but Koushi loves every moment of turning it into a home with Daichi.

Exception to the rule (4.5k) (T) (Mysecretfanmoments)

In which Sugawara Koushi just so happens to belong to the .001% of guys Daichi might conceivably fall for, and it takes a confused third party for Daichi to realize it.

boys (5k) (G) (buu)

Before, if Suga had been asked to pick a type, he would have hummed and thought it over, maybe said something vague like “nice eyes” or “nice legs” or “a good personality”. Now, he can only think “Daichi”.

Perfectionism (2.9k) (T) (Mysecretfanmoments)

“I just wish it was something you could practice before you have to… perform.” He narrows his eyes, imagining it. “Like a CPR class.”

Suga raises an eyebrow. “You want to practice it. Beforehand.”

“Yeah. Are you offering?”

((Daichi doesn’t like to be bad at things–kissing included–and Suga is willing to help him practice.))

we are teenage hearts (3.7k) (G) (Pyrahus)

Daichi one day realizes that he does indeed see Suga as more than a friend -after the entire team figured it out ages ago- and contemplates how to ask his vice-captain out, while having to deal with his unruly kouhai and Nekoma.

you’re good where you are (3.5k) (M) (Mysecretfanmoments)

Daichi’s legs look good in shorts.

It’s an unnecessary statement, like “trees are plants” or “the earth orbits the sun”, but it keeps on surprising Koushi just how good they look in shorts; he thanks his lucky stars every day for whatever it was that led Daichi to pick up volleyball when he was a kid.

((a day in the life of Sugawara Koushi))

i do (cherish you) (3k) (T) (gabstar)

The first time Daichi suggests it, it’s a joke.

“Sugawara Koushi,” he says solemnly. He’s bent on one knee, the floor is still sticky with sweat post-practice. He offers up the lost ring, found while mopping off gym floors. “Will you marry me?”

((Five times Daichi asks Suga to marry him, plus once where he finally, finally says yes.))

Flybys and Landings (2.9k) (T) (sterlinglee)

When Daichi’s behavior takes a turn for the strange, Suga attempts damage control because that’s what Suga does. He doesn’t know the full story, but in his defense, “your captain and best friend has decided he like-likes you” isn’t the first conclusion most people come to. There’s confusion, a little heartache, and certain things that fail to be said until it’s nearly too late. But they make it to the same destination in the end.

love is a battlefield (and there are always casualties in war) (3.9k) (T) (skittidyne)

Tanaka and Noya had crossed a line. It had involved copious amounts of Red Bull, water balloons, food dye, one of Ennoshita’s film plots, and bad ideas. Daichi, Asahi, and Yachi had been the unfortunate victims. He didn’t want to think about it. It was a miracle Yachi hadn’t run home, crying, and quit the club. (Daichi had felt like it. Asahi tearfully threatened Noya with it.)

“I need revenge,” Daichi announced on the way home from practice.

(( or: daichi and kiyoko fake-date to get back at tanaka and noya after a particularly bad prank; everyone can see the collateral damage except for them ))

you can only take what you can carry (4.2k) (T) (skittidyne)

Suga pulled Noya down from the chair. Daichi finally decided enough was enough. He knew he was just doing it to draw him in, and damn it, it worked (just like it always worked against him), because there was no way he was letting Suga get into one of Kuroo and Bokuto’s competitions.

Suga had their libero thrown over one shoulder by the time Daichi reached them. “Daichi-san! Look!” Noya chirped, waving the arm that wasn’t wrapped around the vice-captain.

Suga put up his free arm, flexing, and gave Daichi a wink.

(( or, alternatively: “do you even lift, bro?” ))

Kiss it Better, Captain (6k) (M) (utsu)

In which Koushi realizes that it’s okay to be human.

**(This is the one fic on the list that is untagged borderline E smut)

The Captain and his Vice (Series) (145k) (G-M) (Crollalanza)

Daisuga stories that follow the same canon. They’re not necessarily in timeline order as some span several years. and it’s not entirely necessary to read them in this order. The majority of my HQ stories follow the same canon, and will intercept at certain points. Enjoy.

**(Mature fics do get smutty, but they are tagged.)

winner in the whirlwind (7k) (T) (tothemoon)

In which Suga beats Daichi at games and the latter finds someone to cherish.

(Or, snippets of encouragement and care under the guise of foot races, mischievous bets, and late night sessions of Mario Kart.)

just tell me how to get it straightforward (635) (G) (astroturfwars)

They don’t need words. They never have. It’s always been just them, heart to heart and eye to eye, and Daichi is as convinced of that as he is of the anxious thrumming of his blood.

Or: Daichi isn’t so good at expressing himself, but that’s never really mattered for Suga.

pride (4.4k) (T) (owlinaminor)

Daichi knows that Hinata accidentally called him ‘Dad’ once, and Suga often teases him about parenting the first-years, but this is just ridiculous.

“I’m not your dad, I’m your captain!” Daichi protests.

The cheering only increases in volume. They’re probably disturbing anyone who’s still at the school – but then, it’s New Year’s Eve. Nobody is still at the school besides Daichi’s insane, ridiculous, wonderful team.

“Okay, fine,” he says at last, raising his hands in surrender. “I’m proud to be your dad.”

Pick a Number, Any Number (3.3k) (G) (fansofcollisions)

It’s hideous. Repulsive, even. It makes Daichi want to curl up into a pretzel of existential horror.

“I call him ‘Bear’,” says Suga, smiling fondly.

when all the songs are through (5.7k) (T) (thewindraiser)

Daichi is out for lunch with some of his colleagues when he spots it.

The ring.

Halfway Between (5.3k) (T) (Skylark)

“Even if we come back here, it won’t be the same…. Some things won’t change, though. We’ll still play volleyball. We’ll still be friends.”

Suga comes home in more ways than one.

Suspicious Pizza (1.2k) (T) (Pouler)

Daichi felt his heart skip a beat. Was this it? Was this the moment?

Oh… (318) (G) (myria_chan)

The first time Daiichi says his name in public. Does it have to be in front of Karasuno?

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond (5.2k) (T) (themorninglark)

Suga has learned to solve his problems, save for one.

It’s their graduation day, and he’s staring at it.

Burning (3.1k) (T) (DreadfulMind)

“Why do you have to make me look bad?”

Daichi scoffed, “yeah, like anyone could make you look bad,”

“Well when you’re showing off your muscles like that, the rest of us are left to look like twigs,” Suga tugged at the sleeves of Daichi’s t-shirt, which he had rolled up around his shoulders to cool his arms down.

“It’s hot, what do you expect?” he lightly slapped Suga’s hand away.

“For you to not be so hot,” Suga retorted easily.

They Call Me Captain Mom (4.7K) (T) (StormySteady)

Suga and Daichi make out in the gym’s supply closet. This decision proves exactly as injudicious as it sounds.

(Or, the story of that one time Daichi had to take over the role of “team mom” for a few minutes while a half-naked Suga just kinda hid in the corner and giggled)

you and your dusty radio, me and my two left feet (1.1k) (T) (raewrites)

Suga already has his fingers curled into the blanket, ready to bury himself back into the welcoming warmth of sleep when a thought suddenly crosses his mind.

‘It’s my birthday today.’

Sweatpants (3.5k) (T) (shady)

Daichi wears the same pair of gray sweatpants every time he spends the night, and they’re driving Suga insane.

Of Course (2k) (T) (ofperspicacity)

Daichi has been acting strange for a while, and Suga isn’t sure how to take it. The reason is the happiest kind of surprise.

Based on a section of “national hot dad alliance is now calling…”

First Snow (3.1k) (T) (Feelsripper)

Walking Suga home had started out as a joke between the two of them, until Daichi realized he sort of liked it way more than he should have.

Commit This to Memory (2k) (T) (shions_heart)

Daichi is in love with Suga. It just takes him a while to confess.

Mom And Dad No! (1.6k) (T) (imabignerd, kate882)

Suga and Daichi find out about the team calling them Mom and Dad behind their backs in an unfortunate way.

Look; it’s You and Me (1.4k) (T) (WildKitte)

How should he say this? That he listened to a sappy love song and got so wound up around it thinking Daichi that it became unbearable to be physically separated from him?

In which Suga listens to a song.

PDA (4.3k) (T) (Veto_power_over_clocks)

Someone’s leaving thimbles for (an increasingly confused) Suga. We all know how it’s going to end, but what matters is getting there, isn’t it?

Unintentional Chapter One: The Other Woman

Story summary: Your friendship with Jensen is put on the line when you have to film a few, suggestive scenes with him. Normally, it wouldn’t be a big deal, except that Jensen is happily married. And there was definitely chemistry between the two of you. 

Request: Hi! Could I request a Jensen X Reader with angst please? I´m pretty much a sucker for angst. you can always add some fluff in it if you want :)

A/N: This request made me birth a series. Also, this story is not meant to disrespect Daneel in anyway. This is all for the purpose of fiction. :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged!

Pairing: Jensen x Reader (Sort of, but not quite yet)

Warnings: Smutty-ish (no actual sex, just on screen stuff for the show), masturbation, fantasizing. 

Word Count: 1.8k


Originally posted by supernaturally-wwe-imagines

When Jensen’s tongue slid into your mouth, you melted into him. One of his hands moved up to cup your cheek, and the other tangled itself in your hair, pulling slightly. He pressed his body into yours, pinning you against the wall even harder. That’s when you felt his arousal, and that’s when you knew that you weren’t just imagining things. You ached for him in ways you’d never ached before, not with anyone else; you needed him. Just as you were getting ready to hike your leg up around his waist, the director yelled cut.

Jensen pulled away from you quickly, avoiding eye contact with you before subtly trying to adjust himself. That scene wasn’t supposed to get so steamy, and it was a good thing the director liked it; because you didn’t think that either of you could handle doing it again. You brought your hand to your mouth, your lips still tingling from the kiss. You looked up at Jensen, making brief eye contact with him before bolting for your trailer.

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screenshot (m)

Originally posted by bwipsul


genre: smut. there’s nothing more to it

word count: 2739

a/n: I’m honestly so nervous because it’s been literally millennia since I last posted something like this…. I hope you guys like it ;) this is heavily based off snapchat…. and…. I’m sorry if it’s too messy jfc I had to stop multiple times 

warnings: swearing, lots of lucid imagery

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Harry Styles - “Office Flirt”

So @blueeyedsoulme and I were having a chat about working in an office and just jobs in general and then it turned into imagining someone like Ed Sheeran or Harry working in an office. It ended up in a full on swapping of ideas for what Harry would be like in an office job. We both began to fangirl so much over picturing our ideas that I decided to write it. Enjoy!

Harry Styles was the talk of the office. He always had been. He was funny, smart, attractive and a complete flirt. He was that guy that had every girl in the office wanting him and every guy wanting to be him. He would have several of the girls huddled together a distance away from him, whispering about the unique and slightly ostentatious pattered pants, silk shirts and multiple gaudy rings on his fingers. He loved every bit of the attention as he was a self proclaimed narcissist. 

He would ask female co-workers to join him for lunch, shoot the group of giggling women a smirk causing them to break into a round of whispered giggles. He lived for it all.

There of course was one person in the office seemingly unaffected by his charm and good looks. There was no denying that he was attractive but for whatever reason you didn’t seem to care. And that drew him to you even more. At first he thought he was drawn to you because of your lack of care towards him but he quickly realized it was something more. 

He was attracted to you, your smile, your drive, your dedication to your job and that office. You were beautiful and he wanted to be close to you as much as possible. 

He was acting like a teenage boy in love. He would take the long way back to his desk just so he could pass yours and take in how you looked that day, the way you wore clothes that flattered your figure and brought out the gorgeousness of your eyes and how focused you were on your task at hand, making sure it was done to perfection. 

He would make sure to take the seat beside you as often as possible in staff meetings. He was caught up in you and wasn’t sure how to go about letting you know that, if he even should. The lunch dates with other co-workers was just a past time. He never did anything more but flirt, no matter how much they all but begged him for more. 

“Hey, Y/N,” He stepped up to your desk early one Monday morning. He leaned his hip against the side of your desk, looking down at you, attempting to draw your attention to him but your eyes stay focused on the monitor before you. 

“Hey,” You would answer back, still not looking up at him. 

“Anything fun happen over the weekend?” He questioned, hoping to strike up a full conversation with you but all you did to show you were listening was glace up at him before turning to a stack of folders beside you, studying the information printed on it. 

“Not really,” You eventually answered before you finally turned towards him, swiveling a bit in your chair. You look up into his green eyes but again, he notes how unaffected you seemed to be. “Finished a book from my seemingly never ending stack.” You answered, giving a shrug. You then turned back to your monitor and Harry knew the conversation was over as you didn’t make an attempt to ask how his weekend was. Not that he did anything much, but he would have still talked about it anyway. 

“Okay, well…” He stood up straight and decided to call it finished and head back to his desk. “Have a good day.” He turns then, grimacing a bit at what you surely thought was an awkward conversation and took a few steps towards his desk that was across the large open space. 

“Oh hey, Harry!” His heart skips a beat when you call after him. He turns back immediately, noting the group of girls standing a few desks over, eyeing the interaction but offers them no sign that he cared. 

“Yes?” He questions, giving you a small smile. 

“I accidentely grabbed these from the printer when I got my things earlier, they are yours, right?” You hold out a small stack of papers that Harry had in-fact printed out earlier when he saw you heading for the printer. He had planned on meeting you over there to to strike up a conversation but got held up by the boss coming over to ask what was going on with a certain client. 

“Oh yeah, righ’, thanks.” He grabs for them and you turn back to the computer after offering him a smile. He sighs and heads back to his desk, feeling a big dejected. 

It was a few days later, after a few more short encounters, that he finally decided to make an actual move and make sure you were aware of how he felt. He went to Starbucks that was next door, ordering the drink you got every morning - yeah, he had memorized your order. Was that creepy? Possibly, but he hoped you would see it as a kind gesture anyway. 

He saw you there when he walked in, drink in hand, seated at your desk already. You were pouring over a file, a small crease formed between your brows as you also bit at your lower lip. He came to a halt a few steps away from your desk, his heart beating rapidly against his ribs as he thought about what he intended to say. He finally took a few deep breaths, building up the courage to do this. 

He simply places the drink beside your keyboard and waits for you to notice. When you do, you turn towards him, a frown on your face as you glance down at it. 

“What is this?” You question. Harry, or anyone in the office for that matter, had never gotten you coffee.

“You’re favorite.” He comments with a small shrug of his broad shoulders, offering you up a smile. 

“Oh,” You noted how he had in fact gotten you the correct order. You were slightly flattered as you reach for it but also more so confused. “Thank you.” You take a sip of it then. “Why, though?” You ask him, eyeing him over the rim of the cup as you take another drink. 

“I wan’ to talk to you about somethin’.” He reveals, moving a stack of papers from your desk to take a seat. You eye him cautiously, not sure what he was getting at. 

“And what is that?” You look up into his green eyes, feeling yourself needing to suddenly take a deep breath of air as you got short of breath. You wondered what he had to say and why you could basically feel the nerves radiating off of him. Harry was always so confident with the other girls in the office, you saw how he was with them, had seen him flirting with them and having lunch with them, making them laugh and giggle. He had even asked you to lunch multiple times but you had said it was going to be a working lunch that day and simply couldn’t. You didn’t want to just be another one of those girls he flirted with, that just wasn’t you. 

“Come to lunch with me today.” You sigh but he continues on. “I know, I know, I’ve asked before and you don’ wan’ to, but I’m no’ askin’ you like how I do anyone else in the office. ‘m askin you because I wan’ to spend time with you, I wan’ to ge’ to know you. I like you, Y/N, I mean truly like you.” 

“Harry,” You shake your head, giving yet another sigh. “Even if you like me more than how you like the other girls, I don’t want to get involved with the office flirt.” Harry knew he deserved that reputation. There was no reason to deny such a thing, that’s what he was. 

“I told you, it’s no’ like tha’ with you.” He tries assuring you but he could still see the hesitancy. “Okay, jus’ one lunch with me. Give me the chance, at least to ge’ you to see it.” You sigh then, staring up at his face, seeing that he was seemingly being completely sincere. 

“You’ll stop flirting with everyone if I agree to go to lunch?” You question. Maybe not seeing him constantly flirting with every girl he passes would help you see he did have feelings for you. Maybe. You did like him, you were attracted to him, and he was sweet and funny, it wouldn’t be the worst thing to maybe do this with him. 

“O’ course. It will jus’ be you.” You give him a smile then, seeing his face light up with hope at the sight of it. “You’ll go with me?” 

“I mean,” You shrug. “You seem pretty sincere so I’ll give you a chance. I’m not promising anything serious but we’ll see how it goes.” He grins then, that adorable boyish grin that actually made a flutter happen in your chest. 

“So how abou’ dinner tonigh’ instead?” He questions, it turning to a slight smirk but you laugh and shake your head as you stand from your chair. 

“We’ll start with lunch, don’t push it.” You tell him but offer him a smile. “And then we’ll see about dinner.”

“I’ll take wha’ I can ge’.” You give him a small smile, shaking your head. What had you just gotten yourself into? Whatever it was, you were excited for it. You smack him playfully on the chest before you turn and walk away, turning back to shoot him one last grin, seeing him still smiling widely. 

Many girls had gotten lunch with Harry, but this was more than that, you felt. This was somewhat of an actual date, Harry had feelings for you. And the idea made butterflies flutter in your stomach. 

Infatuation - Part 9


Genre: Romance, teacher, crime, murder, single dad

Warning: Guns, swearing

Definition of Pre-K: teacher for children at the age of 4

Part 9:

You raised your frantic eyes to Jaebum’s to see horror etched over his face.

Cupping his cheek you said the sentence he did not want to hear, “I have to go alone Jaebum.”

He removed  your hand from his cheek. You and Jaebum’s legs were still under the white bed sheets with the morning sun peeking through the curtains.

“No I won’t let you go to that restaurant alone… they’ll kidnap you to get more information about the FBI, they’ll hold you hostage, they’ll be extremely angry when they see it’s a fake Ipad or tape.”

“How would they kidnap me from a public place? If I don’t go alone, they’ll kill me and all of you!” you argued back.

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The Little Things

Requested By: A few snazzy peeps

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Description: Archie’s dad has gotten shot from the robbery at Pop’s, Archie's in a frantic state and all you want to do is help him like the rest of his friends.

Warnings: It’s kinda sad, but also kinda fluffy?? idk tbh

Word Count: 1,961

A/N: Hello! Remember me?? Yes, it is I.. back from the dead! In honor of Riverdale season 2 starting, I am here to hopefully not bore you to death with this Archie imagine! I’m doing my best to get back into writing, so this is a start, it’s kinda iffy, I don’t think it’s great, but then again, you might think otherwise! Let me know :)) Enjoy.

Originally posted by riverdalesource

So, the story continues. The Mayor’s Jubilee was supposed to change everything, be a new start. But when everyone woke up the next morning, Riverdale was still, at its heart, a haunted town.

Even if it’s a small town that nobody really knows about, nothing goes unnoticed, there’s always the constant feeling that you’re being watched underneath a magnifying glass.

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do me your worst. | m

➵ characters: g-dragon x reader
➵ genre: smut
➵ wc: 4574
➵ summary: to be honest, this is probably 90% smut, i don’t even know how to describe this. just know that a half-drunken confession leads to jiyong acting upon his words. if you get what i mean. 
➵ author’s note: if it had to be anyone i’d write a smut for, it’d be with my ultimate bias of all time, of course.
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A Friendly Favour [Part 2] (M)

Originally posted by taehyyungs

[Part 1]
Warning: Smut. And Taehyung hurting my feelings bc I can’t kiss his face.

“Did you do it?”

Yoongi’s voice grated on your last nerve, your fingers clenching around the glass you were holding tightly enough that you were surprised it didn’t shatter in your grip. He had been seated on the other side of the counter for the last half hour, pestering you. You shot him a glare through your bangs as you turned to place the newly cleaned glass on the shelf with the others.

“Oh my God,” He groaned, his head falling back, “You did.”

“Yoongi.” You said, your tone a snipped warning.

“I can’t believe it.” He wiped a hand over his face as he tipped it forward once again, eyebrows drawn together in a dramatic expression of anguish.

Yoongi.” You repeated, more sternly.

“I can not believe you fu–” His sentence was cut off by you snatching a dishcloth from the counter and cramming it into his open mouth.

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Abnormal Saturday - Kim Namjoon - Mafia OneShot

That Mafia One Shot that’s been sitting on coming soon for over a week is finally here!

Being bound to a chair, In a dark and damp room was not how you expected your Saturday to be spent but then again who plans to spend a Saturday like this? You had no idea why you were brought here and the men who had literally thrown you into this room offered no hints. You were really starting to regret opening the door to your apartment.

A few hours earlier.

You had agreed to meet up with your best friend Ah Ran at a local café in about an hour. Any normal person would be ready and making their way to the location but not you. You slept through your alarm and were currently aggressively brushing your teeth in the mirror. Finishing up in the bathroom you ran into your bedroom, throwing clothes in every direction. If only your boyfriend could see you now, in this tragic state. Scrap that. You were relived Namjoon was on a business trip for the next few days. That meant no surprise visits during moments like this.

Thinking about Namjoon made you giddy like a teenage girl. Although you had been dating for a little under 4 months, you had still not gotten over the initial excitement of being in a new relationship and it was safe to say you were completely and utterly in love. You had met him in a book store and had gained an interest in him when he had mistaken you for an employee and asked you where he could find a specific book. After that encounter you began to bump into each other more often, one thing led to another and he finally asked you out. You had obviously said yes and thus a beautiful relationship was born.

You let out a yell of frustration as you let yourself get distracted again.  If only you had planned an outfit the day before but apparently that’s something you were incapable of doing. Glancing at the mirror you took notice of your dishevelled hair, tank top and pyjama shorts. Today was just not going your way. It didn’t help that you had allowed your phone to die so when you plugged it in to the charger you had to wait for it to turn on. That ruled out messaging or calling Ah Ran.

A knock on your door broke your train of thoughts. You weren’t expecting anyone so it could only be Ah Ran. At least she won’t be waiting for you out in the cold. You trudged to the door not bothering to look through the peep hole. Unlocking the door, you twisted the handle and opened it.

“Ah Ran, thank- oh sorry mister. I think you may have the wrong house…” Shock was evident on your face when you noticed the bulky looking man standing before you. He smiled but it didn’t reach his ears which is something that planted a seed of worry in your gut. Maybe you were just jumping to conclusions.

“Is your name Y/N?”

That question caught you off guard as you had never seen this man in your life, you weren’t expecting him to know your name. You shifted from one foot to another, aware about how underdressed you were under his scrutinising eyes.

“Um… sorry, who are you?”

He seemed to notice you avoid the question as his eyes slightly narrowed and when he made a small gesture with your hands that’s when you realised something was wrong.

“Bye!” You slammed the door shut and double locked it whilst internally freaking out. What the fuck was happening. It’s not like you pissed anyone off, you just lived a simple life hanging out with your sister, friends and boyfriend. Nothing out of the ordinary.

When you heard banging on the door, you immediately sprinted to your room launching yourself at your phone.

“Piece of shit! Turn on already!” Your phone was doing you no justice so you instead opted for the next solution. You grabbed Namjoon’s baseball bat (because for whatever reason he had an obsession with baseball) and slid down against your bedroom wall. You tried to calm your heavy breathing as you listened to the banging grow louder. God seemed to be with you as your phone eventually turned on. You typed in your password and dialled Namjoon’s number because all logic put aside, at that moment it seemed more rational to call him instead of the police. He, thankfully, picked up after the third ring.

“Hey babe, what’s up?” His voice calmed you down a bit and you allowed tears to gather at your eyes.

“Namjoon, oh my god, there’s this guy banging down my door and I don’t know what he wants but he’s looking for me and I don’t know what to do and-” You were cut off by your door giving in to all the banging and you heard shuffling on his end.

“Okay baby I’m coming, I’m not too far and I swear nothing will happen to you. I’ll explain later just call Jin Hyung.” You were confused at his last sentence.

“Explain what…?” You heard his hurried footsteps right before a gruff voice let out a ‘find her’ from your living room.

“Baby, I’ll tell you later. Just call Jin!” He then proceeded to call out to someone.

You hung up and searched for Jin’s contact number, pressing dial at the sight of it. After the first ring you heard his cheerful voice through the speaker.

“Hey Y/N, what’s wrong?” His voice was laced with concern  at you calling him so early in the morning.

“Jin! Please help me, there’s these men in my house and their looking for m-” The door was suddenly kicked open and your dropped your phone in fear as a scream left your lips. Two men ran right in and you jumped up, readying your weapon. When they came close enough you swung with all your might managing to hit one of them on the arm. He groaned in pain as the other man restrained you.

“What the fuck do you want! Let me go you jerk!” You were kicking and screaming at this point legs flailing underneath as he lifted you up. The other man recovered from your attack, evidently pissed off at the injury you gave him. That’s why when he lifted his arm up, he delivered a punch to your face with no mercy.

“Stupid bitch. Don’t think I’ll go easy on ya just ‘cause your a girl.” That much was clear from the intense pain that you were presented with on the left side of your face. A third man walked in, whom you recognised as the one who knocked on your door, and called put to both the men.

“Oi! Why is she still awake?” That caught both their attention and the one who had previously hit you smiled sadistically as he pulled a gun out from inside his blazer pocket. Your eyes widened and the last thing you saw was the end of a pistol.

The intense throbbing on your head now made sense after your recollection of events. Your main concern was how Namjoon could explain this kind of shitty situation to you. Surely, he couldn’t be involved with these men. Why did he want you to call Jin? Hands found there way onto your knees and began stroking your legs. You cringed in distaste at the vile man crouched before you.

“Don’t worry darling, boss’ll be here soon.” He smirked at you and you spat in his face in return. This earned you a stinging slap to your already swollen face. He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, making you look directly into his eyes.

“Try that again bit-” He didn’t get to finish his sentence as the only door in the room opened and a heavily tattooed man strolled in. He let go of your hair in a flash and stepped out of the way, allowing the man to stop in front of you.

“Hey princess. How are you doing?” His sarcastic, teasing tone was as clear as day.

“Fuck you.” He chuckled at your retort and smiled down at you. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, allowing his hand to linger on your bruised cheek.

“Wouldn’t you love to? But not right now. Right now I’m looking for your bitch of a boyfriend, you know, Namjoon? You see I’d love to take that shit stain down and what better way to do it than through you?” To say you were lost was a complete understatement. Everything coming out out of this mans mouth didn’t add up to you.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He gave you a mock sympathetic look at the clueless expression you gave him.

“Ah, I knew you were too innocent… Namjoon is a deeply feared person in this world.” At the words 'this world’ he gestured to all around him. So, Namjoon was involved. It shouldn’t have been that much of a surprise considering the fact you had no idea what he worked as. Even so you never expected something so blatantly illegal and dangerous.

“But let me guess, your still confused about what this world is. Well, princess, this world is a world ran by gangs and your shitty boyfriend happens to be right in the middle of it.” His rambling fell upon deaf ears as you tried to make sense of the situation. Was he implying that Namjoon was a gang leader?

“Bingo! Well, not quite. More of a mafia lord per say.” You hadn’t realised you were speaking out loud until you got the answer you were searching for. You weren’t sure if you were happy to understand the situation you were in. Ignoring the extreme fear you felt, you dared to make eye contact with the man once again.

“Why the fuck am I being used as a means to destroy him. Just be a real fucking man like the gang leader you supposedly are.” He didn’t seem to appreciate your last comment as the smile on his face dropped and his eyes became hooded. He dropped down to you level, bringing his face close enough to the point where you were almost touching and whispered.

“Princess… don’t make the wrong decision now. Look where that got your boyfriends loved one.” He eyed you up and down and moistened his lips with his tongue as you turned your face away in disgust.

“I must say, Namjoon has a delightful taste in partners. You’re beautiful.” You directed a deadly glare at him as you scoffed, despite the dreading feeling that was racking your body.

“I suppose you want me to thank you? Go jerk off to the discovery channel or something.” His hands both grabbed the sides of your face as he aggressively whipped your head in his direction.

“Don’t test my patien-” For the second time in a day, the sound of a door being kicked open had interrupted your conversation and the person who stalked in did not look the slightest bit pleased.

“Namjoon…” At the sound of your voice, his eyes focused on the man caressing your face, practically breathing down your throat. His face contorted in pure anger as he aimed a gun at the back of the mans head.

“Get the fuck away from my girl, Dong Woo.”

Dong Woo simply let go of your head and stood up, sighing. He lazily turned around and tilted his head to the side staring at Namjoon.

“How expected of you to turn up at the good part.”  His gaze travelled to behind Namjoon, at the figures behind him. The rest of Namjoon’s 'friends’ (now it was clear they were members of his gang) stood, guns aimed at the rest of Dong Woo’s men.

“Oh and look. You brought your lackeys.” Namjoon squinted his eyes further and Dong Woo took the opportunity to pull out a pistol and aim it directly at your head. You screamed as the cold tip of the gun made contact with your skin.

“Fucking shoot her and i swear to go-” A sharp laugh echoed through the room and you whimpered as he pushed your head to the side.

“What? You’ll shoot me? It’ll be too late for that. By then she would have had her last breath.” He cocked his gun to emphasise his point and you shut your eyes, praying for the best.

“Look, I don’t want to have to be the bad guy here but you really leave me no choice.” You heard his finger make contact with the tigger and used your last bit of sense to  push all of your weight to the back of the chair. Your attempt was successful as you managed to tip the chair backwards just as a deafening shot was fired.

As more shots were fired, your head collided with the floor and for a moment you only saw black dots in your vision. You turned your head to the side only to come face to face with Dong Woo’s lifeless eyes staring back at you. Your screech seemed to gather everyone’s attention as the room grew silent. It was then that you realised all of Dong Woo’s men were no longer breathing and the thought made you dizzy. You gasped for air and gave into the darkness just as Namjoon’s ash grey hair came into view.

You had regained consciousness a couple of times for a few short moments. These moments were long enough for you to come to the realisation that you were safe in Namjoon’s arms. When you had completely came to, the first things you took note of was the familiar smell of Namjoon and the soft surface you were resting on. Sitting up, you took in the unfamiliar surroundings. You were not sure who’s bedroom you were in or where you were but when you heard Taehyung scream in mock fear you had your suspicions.

Sitting up on the bed, you turned and placed your feet on the cold surface of the bedroom floor. The dull throbbing on your head and body served as a reminder of what you had been through. Ignoring the pain, you stalked towards the door in search of the man who had promised you an explanation.

Leaving the room, you trudged down the corridor and stairs, holding a hand to your bruised face. When you had entered what seemed to be the main room, the conversation between the 7 boys had died down after they all had followed the direction Jungkook’s wide eyes were looking in. Namjoon lifted his head out of his hands and when his eyes took in your figure, he shot out of his seat and made his way towards you.

“Babe, are you alright? You should be in be-” The harsh slap you delivered to his cheek had enough brute force to make his head snap to the side. Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes and you bit the inside of your cheek in a poor attempt to prevent them from falling.

“Why…why did you ask me out back then? If you knew it would put me in danger like that, why would you let me get attached!?” You couldn’t help it when one tear slipped down your cheek and the rest soon followed. You began to hit his chest whilst sobbing uncontrollably.

“I… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I thought you’d leave me and I… I couldn’t live with myself if you did.” He wrapped you in a tight embrace, restricting your movements. All you could do was sob into his chest.

“You bastard… you’re a jerk f-for making me love you.”  He welcomed your insults and placed a hand at the back of your head, bringing you closer to his body.

“Do you regret it? Regret us?” Despite everything you had been through, you knew your true feelings and you weren’t about to play stupid and deny them. You returned his embrace, trying to convey all your feelings through this one gesture.

“How could I?”

Things would never be the same. It would take loads of time and trust to return to how you were before but you were certain that you couldn’t live without him and he couldn’t live without you. He was a mafia boss but the 4 months you shared together meant much more to you than his title did and that’s all that mattered.

Imagine having dinner with Chris.

A/N: Part 2, I guess. I’m going to name it ‘Just Friends’ for now. I don’t really know what I’m doing with this piece, we’ll just see where my brain goes with it. 😂 You can read the previous parts here: (Just Friends - Part 1) Okay, let me know. I’m going to bed now. X

You sat in the green room with Michelle, one of the producers you were working with to turn your script into a movie. The two of you were going through a scene that was to be filmed tomorrow afternoon while Chris, the cast, and the rest of crew got through filming the final scene of the night. The day had been a long one, especially after you and Chris got into a slight disagreement about how scene four should’ve been filmed. Things got a little heated which was why Michelle asked if you’d join her in the green room reviewing a scene that had been reviewed twice already when you should’ve been out there with the rest of them.

You may have acknowledged that Chris was the director and he had the most say, but that didn’t mean you quietly went along with whatever he said. You’d always been opinionated growing up, as well as protective of your work. Chris knew this before he agreed to take the job, and Sebastian had warned him that “Y/N’s feelings for you doesn’t change anything when it comes to her work. If she doesn’t like what you’re doing, she’s going to tell you.” And told him you did. You were lucky you were talented in a way that kept you safe from being kicked to the curb, so lucky you got away with calling the director an “egotistical asshole”. You knew you had to apologize for that one, except you weren’t one known to apologize. In your defense, he did call you a “bossy control freak” first; one could say you were provoked, but then again- so was Chris.

“Come in, Miss Stan.” You and Michelle turned to your set walkie-talkie when Chris’ voice came through. “Miss Stan, come in.” You tried hard not to roll your eyes because you were still mad at him. “Miss Stan, I’d really appreciate it if you’d pick up.” You sighed and reached for the walkie, and just as you were about to speak to him nicely- he had to say, “this egotistical asshole would like to talk to the bossy control freak.”

“What?” You growled into the mouthpiece with a tightened jaw; the word barely escaped your clenched teeth.

“We’re wrapping up now, so get your stuff.” He told you and you let out a tired sigh of relief; you could finally go home and soak in that bathtub of yours. “Also, do you want to have dinner with me before I drop you off at your apartment?”

“Are you sure you want to have dinner with a bossy control freak?” You bit.

“I already had breakfast with her this morning.” His response came in a cool and calm tone which pissed you off even more. You were about to speak when he spoke first, “I’ll be out by the car.” He then turned off the device before you could yell at him.

Beside you, Michelle dropped her head to hide her smile. You and Chris were like an old married couple, which made sense even if you were yet to date; you’d been friends for seven years. Michelle understood why you weren’t together, but she wished you’d break the rules and date under the radar already. Sure, the two of you got into heated arguments once in a while. And yes, you had mildly different personalities and interests that occasionally brought forth disagreements: you were a Yankees fan and he was most definitely not. But none of those things changed the fact that you two were perfect for each other. Sebastian always told you to find someone that challenged you, and you found that in Chris. Some people might have defined ‘perfect for each other’ as a 'yes man’ relationship, where no fights or disagreements occurred. But not you or Chris, you liked the fire. And at the end of the day, neither could stay mad for long.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N. Get some rest,” Michelle held up a hand to bid you goodbye; you smiled, nodding. “Don’t kill him,” she called after you, laughing when she heard you mutter, “I’ll try not to.”

You found Chris where he said he’d be waiting. He said nothing as he helped you with your bag and the stack of papers in your arms. You narrowed your eyes at him because you knew he was trying to make up for what happened on the set earlier, and that meant it wouldn’t be long until you had to apologize. Were you wrong for calling him an egotistical asshole? Yeah. But was he being one? Yeah. If he’d just taken your advice instead of calling you a bossy control freak, the fight wouldn’t have occurred.

“What do you want to eat?” He asked when the two of you got into the car, and he started to pull out of the parking lot. You said nothing as you fiddled with your necklace chain. “Y/N, what do you want to eat?”

“I don’t want to sound like a bossy control freak.”

“Oh my God,” he chuckled and reached for your hand, taking it in his to give it a gentle squeeze. “Can you stop?” He glanced at you with a smile that softened your heart. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean it, you know I never mean anything I say in the heat of the moment. I know you meant well, I just- what you said was not what I saw when I read your script. I’m just following my gut, okay? I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Dammit,” you huffed, biting back your smile. “Does this mean it’s my turn to apologize now?”

“An apology would be nice,” he nodded, giving you puppy dog eyes and an innocent smile. “Unless you truly believe I’m an egoistical asshole, then you don’t have to because clearly I-” You slapped his arm before he could finish and he laughed. “You don’t have to apologize, I know 'I’m sorry’ is not easy for you to say.”

“No, it’s not. But I’m sorry,” you told him and his smile widened as he turned his attention back on the road. “I didn’t mean it either. You are-” you chuckled softly, playing with his hand, “the furthest thing from an egoistical asshole.” He drew your joined hands to his lips, kissing the back of your hand. “Hey, Chris?” You spoke when you realized he was on the borderline of your friendship.

“I know, sorry,” he quickly pulled his hand from yours to grip the steering wheel. You felt your smile falter as you withdrew your hand too, resting it on your lap. “So what do you want to do for dinner? There’s this restaurant that I think you’d like, it’s by the boardwalk and-”

“Is this dinner, or is this din-ner?” You broke up the second 'dinner’, using a more suggestive tone to convey your question. Chris glanced at you with a raised brow. “'Cause if this is just dinner, we can’t go to a restaurant by the boardwalk because that sounds way too romantic and I don’t think we can separate ourselves from that.”

“Okay, then what do you suggest? Should we just grab a pizza, a six pack, and go back your place?” He asked and you giggled, shaking your head. “What?” He laughed, throwing a quick glance your way before turning back to the road. “I can’t even hang out at your apartment now?”

“You can, you just can’t at nine o'clock at night,” you told him and he rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry,” you laughed. “It is already ridiculously hard for us to be together when we’re in a public place, can you imagine the tension if we’re trapped in a room alone together? I’m not going to risk doing something stupid, 'cause I will especially if there’s booze involved.”

“Fine, what if we just have pizza? No booze and we’ll sit on opposite ends of the room,” he suggested and you scrunched your nose. “Y/N, we have more self-control than that. Come on, I’m starving and I don’t want to eat alone. We’ve been doing this friends thing for seven years,” he reminded you and you huffed. “We’ve been alone before without jumping each other’s bones, I think we can do it again.”

“And if we can’t?”

“I promise I’ll leave before something happens.”

“Okay,” you gave in, “fine.”

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Part 3

{ five's company }

pairing: poly!hamilsquad x reader

t/w: none!

a/n: my first!! poly!hamilsquad x reader fan fic!!! it’s finally up lol im so sorry this took so long!!! i hope it’s kind of good?? not even sure about the name yet but you know what it’s finally up! that’s worth celebrating. thanks for being so patient. enjoy!

inbox || masterlist


 New York City was your favorite place in the world hands down. You’d been out here for school to begin with but stayed because of the atmosphere. It was also where you met your four boyfriends. You shared the city you loved with the four loves of your life. 

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Perverted Bunny Mask: Jeon Jungkook x Killer AU ft. Min Yoongi EXTRA 1

PBM Extra 1

| Part 1| Part 2 | Part 3  | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11| Part 12 | Part 13 | EXTRA 1 |


Author: Taettybear

Words: 3.2 k

Genre: Smut/Gore/Assassins/Killer JK/ Drugs/ Gangs

Rating: M

“Yah, Jungkook!”

The said male roughly ran a hand through his hair in irritation as Taehyung called out to him. Jungkook was just about to walk out when Taehyung’s next words made him stop.

“Fuck, fine! Do whatever you want! Make contact with Min Y/N, kiss her, fuck her, I don’t care anymore! I’m just not assuring your safety!” Taehyung grunted, a large scowl on his face as his fingers raced over his keyboard.

Jungkook’s whole body jerked and he whipped around, staring at the older man in disbelief.

“You’re lying.”

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Operation OTP

A/N: A request from @minim236 for a Spencer x Reader where they are secretly dating, but the team doesn’t know and are still trying to get them together. @coveofmemories


“Should we tell them?” Spencer asked you, after reading the message on his phone. 

It was 8 AM and you were on your way upstairs. Since you’d started at the BAU, and realized how close you lived to Spencer, you’d carpooled in each morning. After about six months, you realized how much you liked each other and started dating, but you’d been carrying on your relationship right under the noses of your friends and co-workers. Apparently, they also thought you were a match, because they had been trying to get you together for months. “Nah,” you replied, “It’s too much fun seeing how they’ll try to get us together next.”

“Well, tonight, Morgan’s plan is to get us all to go out drinking,” he laughed, taking another look at his phone. “He claims that if I get drunk, I’ll work up the courage to tell you how much I like you.”

Spencer didn’t need any alcohol. He’d revealed to you after a particularly rough case what you meant to him, and you told him you felt the same. At the time, he had been a little shy, but that all fell to the wayside when you kissed him. That night had ended with some heavy making out on your couch. “If he only knew,” you laughed.


As they walked off the elevator, Emily, Morgan, Garcia and JJ sat against their desks trying to figure out how Spencer and Y/N hadn’t started dating. “They are meant for each other,” Garcia exclaimed, throwing her ring-clad hands in the air. “He’s a genius, she’s a genius. They are both the sweetest people in the world. They’re both cute, why aren’t they dating?” 

“You’re a little too invested,” JJ laughed. “I agree, but breathe. It will all happen in time. We’re gonna make it happen.”

Garcia sighed dreamily, craning her head in the direction of the hallway that led to the coffee shrine, which is where they were undoubtedly headed. “I know. It’s just…they’re my real life OTP, and I wanna make it happen.”

“OTP?” Morgan asked. “What the hell does that mean?”

“One True Pairing,” Emily, JJ and Garcia said simultaneously. 

While Spencer and Y/N grabbed their morning coffees, undoubtedly downing one a piece even before leaving the room, Emily made sure that she, JJ, Garcia and Morgan were in a separate text feed. They needed to make sure one of them didn’t accidentally let either one of them know that the whole team, including Hotch and Rossi (to much lesser degrees) were rooting for them to get together. “I think they’re coming back,” she said quickly. “Abort mission. Fan out. Stay tuned.” As they all walked back to their desks, Emily waved her phone in the air. They had tried to push the two of them together on a couple of different occasions recently, but they were getting closer. Just another little push or two…


Throughout the day, the four matchmakers exchanged a string of texts, trading ideas and attempting to figure out which one would work best for their one true pairing. 

M: These two are getting on my last nerve.

JJ: Why?

G: Because we’re pulling out all our best matchmaking moves and nothing is working.

M: Exactly.

E: Something has to work. We know they love each other. They know they love each other. It’s just going to take something really romantic to get things going. I can feel it.

JJ: They definitely are the romantic types. Okay, so let’s float around some ideas. What are Spence and Y/N’s favorite things?

M: Books.

G: Coffee.

E: Chocolate.

JJ: Star Wars.

G: Good, let’s work with this. What can we set up, involving one or more of these things, that might get the two of them to come out? And I suggest that we make it a group thing and the six of us will conveniently be late.

E: Agreed.

M: Wait…there’s a chocolate expo coming into town for a limited time.

JJ: How the hell do you know that?

M: I keep seeing flyers in my neighborhood. There’ll be sculptures and tastings and all that shit. What if we get them to go there?

G: Omg yes, and those expos normally have private viewings or classes, so we can book one of those for the two of them, say it’s for all of us and then wait in the background and watch the sparks fly. This is totally going to work. Look at my Statuesque God of Chocolate Thunder bringing out the chocolate expo!

M: I’ve always got your back, babygirl. 

G: I know you do, baby.

E: Down, children. Okay, so Garcia, you okay with looking into what kind of viewing or class we can book for them?

G: It would be my honor to be the catalyst of my OTP’s first kiss.

JJ: Smh

JJ: I think we’ve finally nailed down a fail-proof plan. Commence Operation OTP.


“So what do you guys think?” Garcia asked you and Spencer. “We’ve all been under so much stress lately, and who doesn’t love chocolate? They have this chocolate making class you can go to. We can all go and learn how to make chocolate and then we can eat the chocolate. It’ll be so much fun.”

“I’m in,” you replied, knowing this was another one of their elaborate plans. “I could eat chocolate all day every day, so I’m definitely in if I get to eat some of the chocolate.”

Spencer swallowed, barely noticeable to anyone but you. He knew what they were trying to do. “Yea, I guess so. What time is it though? Because it’s on a Saturday, and we’ll be off from work, which means if I can’t sleep late, I’m not going,” he laughed. 

“You’re safe, Spence,” JJ replied, knowing how late he liked to sleep on the weekend. He was normally in a coma when he walked in no matter the day, prior to having his morning cup of coffee that is. “It starts at noon and goes until 6. The expo does. The class is only a couple hours.”

“Then I’m in,” he said, taking another swig of his coffee. “It’s next Saturday? Not this Saturday?” Emily nodded, taking solace in the fact that they’d come this far in their plan. “Dammit, now I want chocolate. To the vending machine I go…”


One Saturday passed and the next arrived, which meant it was the day that Emily, JJ, Garcia and Morgan would execute their perfect plan. “This is so going to work,” Garcia clapped as they walked into the expo. Spencer and Y/N had already texted that they were waiting in class. “I can feel it this time.”

As they made their way into the convention center, flashing their badges, which served as their tickets, they scanned the masses of people to see if they spotted the soon-to-be lovebirds. “There’s the area for the cooking class,” Rossi said. “I can’t believe you managed to put this together.”

“I mean, I know we’ve all been hoping for them to get together,” Hotch laughed, “But this is dedication.”

“You know I am nothing if not dedicated, sir,” Garcia replied. “There they are!” She splayed her hands outward, keeping everyone from moving another step. “Let’s observe.”


“They really have gone to amazing lengths to get us together over the past few months,” you said, turning your back to Spencer so he could tie your apron behind your back. “Maybe we should finally give them the satisfaction of knowing we’re together. I think they ship us.”

“Ship?” he asked bewildered. 

“To ship means to endorse a romantic relationship,” you replied.

Spencer raised on eyebrow. “I was just starting to pick up on slang from the 80s and 90s,” he said. “I’m so lost…but if that’s what it means then I definitely ship us.”

“I ship us too.” You could see the team out of the corner of your eye and told Spencer as much. “Gimme a little kiss.”

With a smile, he leaned up against the counter just as the teacher of the class said they’d start in ten minutes, and planted a chaste kiss on your lips, before jutting the tip of of tongue out ever so slightly. When you opened your eyes again, you smirked, silently telling Spencer to look back and give the team a wave.


“Operation OTP is a success!” Garcia cried, clapping wildly as the rest of the team said it was about damn time. 

“Wait?” Morgan said. “Those sneaky…”

“What is it?” she asked. Morgan took her head in both hands and turned it back toward Spencer and Y/N. They were waving back at them. Everyone’s mouths had dropped open in disbelief. How had they not picked up on that?

“They’re already dating?!” Garcia screamed.

I definitely used these as practice in shortening my writing so I apologize if they bomb ♥

“Tell me that you love me”
The door opened with a clatter, and there was Evie, the picture of beauty and grace even in her apparently flustered and slightly frazzled state.

“Mal??  Mal, they’re saying you and Ben had a fight and you stormed off, are you—”

Evie’s inquiry of “are you okay” was cut short by Mal, in the jacket she hadn’t touched for months, a backpack slung over her shoulder.

“…Mal?  What are you…?”

Evie’s second inquiry of “what are you doing” was cut short this time by Mal’s tears, streaming down her face, her barely-contained sobs.  Evie crossed the room quickly, going to stand beside her.

“…M, what is it?  What happened??”

Mal shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut and letting the tears pool at the corners.

“…Evie, I don’t belong here,” Mal cried, sticking some last minute things into her backpack.

“…What?  What does that mean?  Where else would you—” Evie took closer note of the backpack, Mal’s ready-for-takeoff aura, the blonde hair of the new Mal clashing with the classic leather jacket of the old. “…No, you’re not thinking of…you can’t!”

Mal shook her head again, seeming to cry harder.  Evie reached her hand out, but Mal instantly flinched away from it.

“…Mal, I don’t know what happened today, but it’s not worth going back to The Isle over.  Just talk to me, tell me what’s going on.”

“I told you!!” Mal snapped, her sharp tone marred by a teary sniff.  "I don’t belong here in Auradon!  I’ll never fit in or belong!“

"But you can’t go back to The Isle!” Evie was pleading.  "After all these months you can’t turn around and take two steps back.  There’s nothing for any of us back there, it’s all here in Auradon.  The Isle is a dead end, and…and you just can’t lea—"

“Tell me that you love me,” Mal suddenly said, looking straight at Evie with shimmering eyes.

Evie blinked dumbly for a second or two, frowning in confusion before she got her wits back.

“Of course I do, Mal, we all do!  We—”

No,” Mal interrupted, taking a step closer to Evie.  Another round of tears threatened to spill, she furiously blinked them back.  "Tell me…tell me I don’t have to follow all the rules.  Tell me I can be Mal, not some lady of the court, and that I don’t have to wear these stupid dresses and keep this stupid hair and these stupid pink nails!“

”…M, I don’t understand where all this is coming from.“

Mal desperately clasped Evie’s hands.

”…Tell me I don’t have to stay with Ben.  That I don’t have to change who I am for him and his life, Evie, please,“ Mal sobbed.  "Just tell me that I have a home here with you, and I’ll stay.  I’ll stay here, Evie, if only you…if only you tell me that you love me.”

Evie’s eyes were wide, dazed, lost.  And slowly, she pulled her hands free.

Only to bring them to Mal’s face, brushing a thumb back and forth across her cheek and streaking the tears there.

“…Evie…” Mal whispered.

Her breath hitched when Evie’s lips were there, ghosting across hers.  A brush, a hesitation that was more unsure than it was teasing, and Mal felt like her heart would stop.

Then Evie was kissing her, her hands sliding from her face to curl tightly in her hair.  Mal fiercely kissed her back, wrapping her arms around her and pulling her in.  A second kiss followed, and then a third, and the fourth ended with a promise of a fifth.

“…I love you, Mal,” Evie breathed.  "Of course I do…I’ve always loved you.“

”…Then I can stay,“ Mal trembled as she spoke.

"You can stay.  Here, with me.  …M, I love you so much.”

They fulfilled that promise of the fifth kiss, and soon enough they lost count entirely.

“I love you too, Evie…” Mal murmured against her mouth.  "I love you too.“

"What did I say about letting ____ into the bedroom?!”


The doorknob twisted and swung the door itself open; Mal leaned into the bedroom with narrowed eyes, finding Evie looking entirely too casual on the bed with a book.

“…Any particular reason I found a trail of hair leading up the staircase?” Mal asked.

Evie sighed heavily and snapped the book closed, her “just act casual” charade over and done with.

“Any particular reason you’re so darned observant?” she demanded, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and standing up.

“White hair on the brown carpet, not much of a challenge.  What did I say about letting that cat into the bedroom??”

A tiny “meow” sounded from beneath a suspiciously rumpled section of sheets on the bed.

“M, we’re petsitting.”

You’re petsitting,” Mal came all the way into the bedroom and closed the door. “I, on the other hand, wear a lot of dark, and would rather not spend the next week cleaning cat hair off of everything!”

Evie pulled the pet in question out from under the covers, a perfectly white kitten with the clearest sky blue of eyes.

“M.  Come on.  Look at this perfect little face,” she held up the tiny ball of white.

“I don’t want to look at the face, I want the cat out of our room before—”

The kitten mewed, and stretched its little body out in Evie’s hold with a yawn.

“…Oh my god,” Mal utterly melted, reaching her hands out in a wordless request to take the kitten.

Evie smiled and chuckled as she passed him over, watching Mal press him close to her cheek in a hug.

“So now you want to play with Marshmallow?” Evie teased.

Marshmallow,” Mal gasped.  "You didn’t tell me his name was Marshmallow!“

"You wanted nothing to do with him when Dizzy dropped him off,” Evie laughed, coming in closer and scratching a finger under Marshmallow’s chin.  "…Mal?“

Mal turned her wide and childlike eyes on Evie, catching her sly smirk.

"M, do you want to adopt a kitten?”

“…Yes please.”

"Why the hell do you want to sneak into a pool at 2 AM?!”
Mal wasn’t particularly expecting the best of sleep; it was her first night in a new apartment, after all.  The bedroom was strange, unfamiliar, unwelcoming with bare walls and towers of boxes looming around her.  All things not conducive to a good night’s sleep.  Not to mention the moment Evie decided to lean over her at some ungodly hour in the morning and softly poke her in the side until she woke up.

Mal rolled over onto her back, opening her heavy eyes to find herself veiled by a curtain of hair as Evie stared down at her.

“…E, my massive love for you doesn’t give you a free pass to wake me up in the middle of the night,” she groaned.

“Middle of the morning,” Evie corrected.

Mal let her head fall to the side so she could see her alarm clock, glaring red numbers shining a “1:58 a.m.”

“E…” Mal groaned again, unable to believe it.

“I can’t sleep.”

“Join the club.”

Evie settled onto her side, facing Mal.

“I was thinking about how the apartment complex has a pool,” Evie said.

“Yeah, which closes at nine.”

Evie smiled.

“Like you and I are strangers to breaking rules.”

“Why the hell do you want to sneak into a pool at 2 am??” Mal asked.

Evie smiled wistfully, even though Mal couldn’t see it.

“Because it sounds a little romantic,” she told her.  We’d have the whole place to ourselves, the moon is full, the stars are out—"

“I can’t swim,” Mal interrupted.  "Romanticize me drowning.“

Evie lifted a hand, absentmindedly brushing her fingers down Mal’s cheek.

"Then how about a bath?” she suggested.  "Nice and warm…it’ll help us get to sleep.“

"What you’re talking about involves us getting out of bed.”

“Only to get back in it all rested and relaxed.”

Mal wasn’t convinced, rolling away from Evie’s touch and curling up on her side with a sleepy grumble.  Evie accepted the challenge, leaning over Mal’s shoulder and whispering in her ear.

“We can have bubbles.”

She both heard and felt Mal’s defeated sigh.


“Will you stop taking my pillows??”


Tuesday, Evie couldn’t find it, the extremely fluffy blue pillow she kept propped front and center against her other ones.  It elicited a bewildered frown from her, but nothing more, she just assumed Carlos had made off with it for a bit when she’d left to make some outfit deliveries; he often noted how it felt like running his fingers through Dude’s fur.

Thursday, one of her oversized sleeping pillows had gone missing.  Now, Evie knew Carlos wouldn’t have a need for that.


“Hm?” Mal was on her bed with her history homework.

“Have you seen my pillow?” Evie wondered.

“What pillow?”

“My pillow, the one I sleep on, it's—…Mal, the one you’re laying on.”

Mal sat up, looking down blankly at the pillow underneath her.

“This?  This one is mine.  Ours look exactly the same, remember?”

“No, they did look exactly the same until I sewed a little ‘E’ on the corner of my pillowcase and an ’M’ on yours,” Evie pointed, and Mal did indeed see the calligraphy letter stitched onto the corner.

“…Oh.  My bad.”

Mal gave the pillow a yank and tossed it over to Evie’s bed, and Evie figured that was that.

Until Saturday, when Evie came back from shopping in the city to find her big pillow again missing when she lobbed her bags onto the bed, and the day after that when she returned from an afternoon in the library to see Mal propped up on it with a book.  Again and again, day after day, she had to gently (and as the incidents progressed, not-so-gently) remind Mal of what was hers.  And one night, when a very exhausted Evie came through the door after an evening council meeting and saw Mal laying on the embroidered E pillow, hugging the smaller fluffy blue one close as she watched a movie, Evie snapped.  She stormed over to Mal’s bed and snatched the little blue one right out of her hold, cranky and in no mood to keep repeating herself.

“Will you stop taking my pillows??” she demanded.

Mal raised an eyebrow at her.

“…You okay?” she questioned, looking Evie up and down like she was a madwoman.

“I’m fine, it’s just late, and I’m tired, and I’m sick of having to tell you to leave my stuff alone, you have your own perfectly good pillows sitting right here on your own bed!”

Mal looked away, slowly shifting her gaze from her best friend to the flickering tv.

“…Yours smell like you,” she quietly said.

Evie stood there blankly for a second.

“What?” she asked.

Mal shrugged, making avidly sure not to look Evie in the eye.

“You’re gone so much now, E.  I’m always here by myself.  And when I miss you…your pillows just help, that’s all.”

Evie didn’t have anything to say for a moment.

“…I guess I didn’t realize how busy I’d been…or that was the reason you—”

“It’s okay,” Mal interrupted, reaching behind her and handing the other pillow back to Evie.  "Sorry.“

She took her pillow back without a word, setting it down neatly on her bed before turning and wandering off into the bathroom to shower and change.  When she returned, comfy in her pajamas, Mal hadn’t moved from her spot, still reclined back and watching tv.  With a deep breath, Evie picked up her pillow, went over to Mal’s bed, and climbed up next to her.

”…Evie?  What are you doing?“ Mal frowned.

Evie curled up close beside Mal, hugging her pillow between them.

”…Being really, really sorry.“


Evie rolled over and rested her head on Mal’s shoulder.

“You can take my pillows, Mal.  Whenever you want.”

“Are you sure?” Mal laughed.

“I’m sure.”

“Make me a promise…”
Mal never would’ve imagined it a year ago, but dances at Auradon Prep were definitely a thing she could get used to.

One year of King Ben’s reign, and Mal and the VKs joined the entire school in Belle and Beast’s castle, indulging in the celebration.  Mal had at first spent a good chunk of the evening watching Jay and Carlos steer clear of the cheese soufflé but dive right into the pie and pudding en flambé, until Evie had stopped mingling and joined her at the buffet table.

“So you think this is a "Congratulations” celebration or a “We Really Didn’t Think He’d Make It This Long” celebration?“ Mal teased, watching Ben shake hands with royals at the head of the ballroom.

Evie laughed.

"Oh come on, you know Belle and Beast had the utmost faith in Ben.  Everyone did.  Even you.”

Mal shrugged, still teasing.

“I don’t know, the kid’s pretty goofy.  I was sure he’d get eaten alive before the year was up.”

“He’s got a good heart, that’s what’s important.  None of us would be here right now if it weren’t for him,” Evie said.

Mal lifted Evie’s hand to her lips and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles.

“Some of us owe him more than others,” Mal smiled, eyes sparkling.

The music picked up volume, and Mal easily led Evie out onto the dancefloor. They began to waltz in perfect rhythm to the song, Mal’s arm snugly around Evie’s waist.

“Did I tell you I could get used to this?” Mal asked.

“Who would’ve thought?” Evie giggled.

They glided across the ballroom, expertly weaving in and around the other couples and dance partners swaying to the music and enjoying the party.

Yes, the celebration was nice, being reminded of just how much they all belonged to Auradon was incredible, but Mal’s very favorite part of the whole night was just being by Evie’s side.  Later in the evening, the music switched from ballroom to modern, and Mal had the unfortunate bad luck of turning her head just in time to see Beast busting out his “dad moves”.

“Oh my god…” Mal stifled uncontrollable laughter and nudged Evie, drawing her attention over as well.

Evie, on the other hand, looked just in time to see the former Queen Belle joining in with her “mom moves”.

“Poor Ben,” Evie put her hand over her mouth to hide her laughter.

“E, make me a promise,” Mal started.


“Promise that we will not be dancing like that when we hit that age.”

Evie lowered her hand, showing the amazed smile beginning to spread over her features.

“…Mal, you think about us like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like, in the future?”

“…Well, yeah,” Mal turned a little pink.  "It’s always going to be you and me.  E and M, forever.“

Evie slipped her arms around Mal’s waist, pulling her in for the warmest of kisses.


"Take me away from here.”
Blue had always been Evie’s color.

Not black.

Here, and now, wandering the empty corridors of the castle she’d spent her entire childhood confined to, there was already enough black hanging around in the air.  Evie didn’t want to be wearing it, too.  Things in the castle were all still perfectly in place, and really, it wasn’t much of a comfort.

There were parts that she and her mother never even dared to venture for fear of not being able to find their way back, and that fear had suddenly returned to her life tenfold, only now it was here in a much broader sense.  If Evie continued on down her path, she might never find her way back again.  But if she stayed, here among the familiar halls and grand rooms, she would be safe.  She wouldn’t get lost.  She wouldn’t have to face the terrifying unknown ahead of her and live with the fact that there was no chance of ever coming back to her quiet and secure little world where most things still made sense.  She could stay here. Everything would be alright.


She heard Mal’s voice, felt Mal’s arm slip around her waist, but didn’t see Mal herself.  Evie wouldn’t turn to look at her, she didn’t want to glimpse how her usual purple was replaced with black today as well.

“E, you scared me.  I thought you’d gotten lost.”

“…It feels like I have.”

Evie had absolutely zero intention of speaking those words out loud, they had just…accidentally slipped out of their own volition.

“You’re not lost,” Mal gently yet firmly said.

Evie looked around at the sturdy stone walls, the high rafters, the corridors stretching endlessly in all directions.

“She made me who I am, Mal…and now I'm—”

“You’re Evie.  You’re still Evie.  Evie who was shaped by so much more than her mother alone.”

“…I know that,” Evie said quietly.  "Or at least, I thought I did.  That I was more than what my mom said I was…or wasn’t.  It just doesn’t feel like that today, though.“

"That’s only because it’s been a long day.”

Mal laced her fingers through Evie’s and tried to gently tug her back down the hall with her, but Evie wouldn’t budge.

“I’m not ready to go yet,” Evie told her.

“…Evie, the castle is yours now.  You can come back to it anytime you want, but I think for now it’d really be better if we just get you home to Auradon.”

Evie pulled her hand free, reluctant.

“I just…everything’s coming back to me,” Evie sniffed.  "She taught me how to do make-up, she got me into sewing, she—"

“Tucked you into bed every night?  Took care of you when you were sick?  Hugged you when you cried? No, Evie,” Mal gently said.  "…These aren’t the things to be reminiscing over.“

”…But she was my mom, you know?“

Mal slipped her arms around Evie’s waist and turned her so they were face to face.

"I know,” Mal nodded.  She pulled Evie in, hugged her tight.  "You’re gonna be okay.“

She could feel it, Evie beginning to tremble in her arms.  Mal tilted her head, brought her lips close to Evie’s ear.

"Hey, I love you,” she said.  "You are so strong, and powerful, and you will be okay.“

A whimper escaped Evie, and she buried her face in Mal’s shoulder, muffling the sound of tears in her voice.

"Take me away from here…” she whispered.

“Anywhere you want,” Mal whispered back.

“…Let’s just go home.”

Evie lifted her head, eyes watering like crazy until the first tear rolled down her cheek.  Mal reached up with her hand and brushed Evie’s tears away, kissing her where they fell.

“You’ll be alright, E.  I love you so much,” Mal said again.

“I love you too, Mal…thank you for being right here at my side.”

“Always, Evie.  Always.”

Imagine going over Sebastian’s head.

A/N: Here’s Part 5; I think I see an end coming. 😋 You can read the previous parts here: (Just Friends: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4)

For the rest of the week, Sebastian drove you to work like he said he would. You assured him that you’d “much rather take a cab than sit in your stupid car.” But of course, he didn’t care what you wanted. He was “your big brother” and you were to “do as you’re told.” It went without saying that you didn’t eat breakfast with him on Wednesday morning, or any other mornings. You boycotted everything he made or brought you, using your deadpan stare to let him know this wasn’t something he could fix with delicious scrambled eggs and freshly baked blueberry bagels. He didn’t even need that look to tell him, he knew before he decided that you were going to be upset with him. He thought Chris would be too, but Chris actually thanked him because Chris didn’t think he could be around you either. That night at your apartment was an eye opener, if Sebastian hadn’t called- things between the two of you would’ve gotten very complicated, very quickly.

Deep down, you were grateful towards Sebastian too. Your head knew he was looking out for you and your career, but it didn’t stop your heart from being pissed. From the way Chris was acting around you now, you knew Sebastian had said more to him than “I’m going to drive my sister to work from now on.” Being just friends with Chris was horrible, now you weren’t even that- you were just co-workers. He kept conversations between the two of you strictly professional, calling himself out before he made any of his usual jokes and flirty suggestions. You didn’t even get to have Starbucks with him anymore, let alone lunch or dinner. Your entire week slowed to a stop without Chris to speed things up, without your one hour and forty minute car rides with him. The two of you would always have the most interesting conversations, the funniest jokes, and the best time belting out to songs on your iPhone. Sebastian tried to offer the same entertainment with his conversational topics, corny jokes, and carpool karaoke, but you just stared at him until he sighed and focused on driving.

You knew the car rides with Sebastian wouldn’t last too long as he didn’t permanently live in Los Angeles. You did, even though New York was your hometown and you still had your apartment there. As much as you loved New York, you didn’t see yourself moving back; Los Angeles had found a place in your heart, and eventually that place would be passed onto Boston. You tried to tell Sebastian that, hoping he’d get your metaphor. Yes, he was right about not dating Chris while you were still working with him. But you were afraid that even after the movie, he wouldn’t be ready to see you with Chris; a man who was going to take over his role of taking care of you.

Sebastian had always been the one constant male in your life. You didn’t know your dad, and your stepfather- as much as he loved you- had his own children to look after. But with Sebastian, you were always his priority. He was always there for you, putting your needs and wants above his. He watched out for you even when you didn’t ask him too, even following you to a party or two to make sure you didn’t get into trouble. You remembered how angry you were at him the first time; you saw him across the room and you couldn’t believe his lack of trust. Before you could tell him to leave- a drunk asshole tried to force himself on you and your brother stepped in to save you. From that moment on, having Sebastian at a party you went to was quid pro quo. If he couldn’t come, you’d rather not go because without your guardian angel around- you didn’t want to go anywhere where drinking was involved.

But then Chris came along and you started to go parties with him and not Sebastian. Now that you thought about it, Sebastian looked pretty hurt when he came to your apartment one morning and found out you’d gone to a party with Chris. He could feel Chris replacing him as the constant male in your life, and while he was happy that you’d found a good guy to befriend and crush on- he was still a big brother not ready to let his baby sister go. When you thought about it that way, you couldn’t be too mad at him. You were the same the first time he brought a girl home, you were jealous because she was taking his time and attention away from you. But still, you didn’t sabotage the progression of their relationship. You understood Sebastian’s reasons, but that didn’t mean you were okay with it. Career aside, you could still be friends with Chris; friends who carpool, have drinks and meals, and joke around. Which was why you went over Sebastian’s head and asked a higher power for help.

“You’re awfully chipper today,” Sebastian glanced at you with narrowed eyes as he pulled into the driveway of Elliot’s- or as the two of you saw him, Pappy’s mansion. Elliot was your mother’s godfather, basically like a grandfather. He was the only family living in Los Angeles, so the two of you would always have Sunday dinners at his place. “Does this mean we’re back to normal?”

“We will be after dinner,” you responded with a smugness that Sebastian immediately registered.

“What did you do?” His head shot to you when the car stopped. You shrugged, feigning innocence despite the gleam in your eyes. He rolled his eyes, “run to Pappy. Don’t you get sick of having him fight your battles?” He quizzed. “He’s not going to let you date him, he wants to protect your career too.”

“Who said anything about dating him? I just want use to go back to normal. Look-” you huffed. “You did the right thing stopping us that night, I’ll admit that. But every decision you’ve made for us after- the whole stopping Chris from driving me and telling him to just be professional around me, they’re all fucking stupid.” You bit and he sighed. “I get your concern, Seb. We’re concerned about it too, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.”

“I didn’t tell him-”

“No, you just gave him a whole bunch of rules to follow. Rules he’s so afraid of breaking because he thinks he’ll ruin my career that he’d much rather avoid me,” you told Sebastian and he sighed again. “I know we can’t date, I know what people will say if they find out, but I still want to be his friend. I want to be able to carpool with him and have lunch with him and-” You ran a hand through your hair, sighing. “I just miss him, Seb. So no, to answer your previous question, I am not sick of having Pappy fight my battles. You wouldn’t listen to me when I asked you to back off, so maybe you’ll listen to him.”

You got out of the car and slammed the door shut behind you, heading inside while Sebastian mentally prepared himself for the conversation waiting for him behind those oak doors. Elliot was incredibly headstrong and he got his way majority of the time; Sebastian knew he was just walking into defeat, not that he was going to put up much of a fight after hearing you talk about Chris. You were right, he needed to back off. It was your life and you were smarter than that, perhaps not on that particularly night- but you were, and Sebastian needed to trust you.

You found Elliot in his study room having drinks with- “Chris?” You narrowed your eyes at Chris, who was sitting with Elliot having a scotch. “What uh-” Your gaze darted to Elliot and spotted a smile before turning back to Chris. “What are you doing here?”

“Elliot invited me,” Chris told you with a small smile. “And he doesn’t um-” he glanced at Elliot and chuckled softly, “he doesn’t take no for an answer.” You bit back your smile when Elliot winked at you. “Actually, Y/N. Um-” he shared a glance with Elliot that you narrowed your eyes at, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you.” He got to his feet, lowering the glass in his hand onto the glass table in front of him. “Do you think we can go for a walk?”

“Go,” Elliot urged with a nod. “I’ll handle your brother, the two of you go.”

“Thanks, Pappy,” you smiled at him and he nodded. “C'mon,” you chuckled when you glanced over your shoulder and saw Sebastian walking in your direction. “Let’s go before Sebastian blows his fuse.” You held out your hand and felt your heart skip a beat when Chris slipped his into yours. “Have fun, Seb,” you called over your shoulder as the two of you walked off.

“Chris?” Sebastian frowned with confusion. “What the-”

“Sebastian Stan,” Elliot cut Sebastian off, “we need to talk.”

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Part 5B

The Wolf (Part 1)

A.N: Okay so here is the first real part of The Wolf! It ended up being a little longer than expected but not by that much so it should be okay! I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: The team try to track you down.

Warnings: Language (when is there not?), Strip Murder (What kind of warning is that anyway!) 

Words: 2297

Originally posted by fanfic-shiz

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