this is why i stay upstairs

anonymous asked:

you know the "i have to pee so bad video", before e says that, kc says to s that the wife is upstairs and he goes "i know" really low so that no once can hear. do you think she was somehow warning him? and why does it look like kc looks confused? like do you think kc suspects something? but what bothering me its exactly his face when he says " i know"

Oh, Steve was so annoyed with KC for mentioning the missus. You can tell from the way he said and tone of voice that he was super annoyed with her and most likely his wife for staying stuck to him all day, he was not confused. Either the wife asked KC to keep him in line, or KC was super jealous that Em was getting all his attention and that she was being ignored. 

I think the whole cast, including KC either know or suspect there’s something going on between Stemily. It’s so obvious and if they’re like this in public where there are cameras and where people can see, I wonder how they are on set around people they know and trust. 

But the best part of that is that as soon as Emily says she has to pee, his face lights up like it’s the most amazing thing she’s ever said and he completely ignores KC, and it’s also probably to prove to both her and his wife that he has no fucks to give. 

I just love the myth of Persephone, i mean the real, original version of it, because it’s not like she got kidnapped, no, this bitch was la-de-da-ing in a meadow and she just happened to find an entrance to the Underworld and she was like “Imma check this out”. And she just wanders into the Underworld and discovers that hey this place ain’t too bad.

Meanwhile Hades is in the background “????? UM??? PRETTY GIRL??? WHY ARE YOU HERE?????? YOU AREN’T DEAD???” 

And Persephone (who was originally called Kore just a little fyi) just looked at him and said “I like it here. I’m staying.”

And Hades kinda just went with it, until Demeter started throwing the temper tantrum of the millenium upstairs and Zeus had to intervene because this shit was getting out of hand and its actually his job to be admistrator of justice. Which considering the shit he gets up to is kinda histerical but that’s another story there. 

And basically Persephone wasn’t a prisoner or kidnap victim at all she just really loved the Underworld and her (eventual) husband, and the Greeks feared her arguably more than her husband because Hades could be reasoned with but Persephone was the one laying the smack down on sinners, and really, who wouldn’t be at least a little scared of someone who’s name means something along the lines of “the destroyer”

Basically, Persephone is amazing and everbody needs to get on her level

  • Muggle Born Ravenclaw: I can accept many different things about the wizarding world but, what I can't grasp is why keeping a ghoul in the attic is a "talking point"
  • Pureblood Slytherin: Uh... well.. I don't actually know. My parents have always had Greg upstairs eating the moths
  • Muggle Born Ravenclaw: Greg the Ghoul? He has a name but he stays in the attic?!
  • Pureblood Slytherin: To be frank, we can't get rid of him. He seems to like it there
Watch Me Babygirl [pt.3]

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Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: slight language


“Thanks for the ride Tae,” you said, giving his arm a squeeze before sliding out of the car.

You walked up your drive and unlocked the door, giving Taehyung a wave before you slipped inside. He always waited until you were in the house to drive away which never failed to make you smile. He was sweet, you had to admit.

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His || Jungkook || 0.6

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Teaser | 0.1 | 0.2 | 0.3 | 0.4 | 0.5 | 0.6

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Alpha’s Help

Liam x Reader x Scott / Liam x Scott/ Liam x Reader

Summery: Liam normal asks you for help with his heat, but this month he needs a little extra help

Warnings: threesome, anal, oral, Dom!Scott, Sub!Reader, Sub!Liam, Alpha x Beta kink

AN: This is the most cringie and awkward thing i’ve ever written xD but I had the idea for weeks so… yeah, also so much smut!


Liam frowned as you collapsed onto his chest. This had been a deal between the two of you. You’d come over when he needed help with his heat, neither of you would tell Scott because he’d find his own way to deal with it, the two of you were perfectly content with the current situation.

Or at least you had been four hours ago, when Liam convinced you a few more rounds would get his eyes to stop glowing. But he was wrong, you were tuckered out and Liam was to pent up that he was likely to hump anything with a heartbeat that he came across.

“Maybe we should call Scott?” You mumbled as you sat up, straddling him as you watched him carefully.

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All The Time In The World

[One shot - request]

Summary: Olivia is the one in charge of Negan once he’s in jail, but what happens when you’re given the chance to come face to face with the man?

Note: This one shot was requested by the lovely @oceaninwinter

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“I really don’t wanna go down there.” Olivia said, shaking her head as she held onto the bucket of hot water.

“Then why do you do it?” You said confused as you looked back at her. You could see just how much she hated her job of having to take care of Negan.

“It’s just the job Rick gave to me, and I thought I could handle it.” She said, walking hesitantly to the basement door of the abandoned building you were currently in.

“Don’t. I’ll go.” You said with a shrug, “It can’t be that hard.”

You hadn’t been with the group long, you weren’t around for this whole “war” that they often talked about, which led to the way they were living their lives now. You always heard about the man they called Negan, but had never met him, but from the things that you had heard - all the stories - he was someone that everyone once feared, and for good reason. If half of what you heard was true, then he was terrifying. It made you nervous to even offer to trade jobs with her, but you saw how much she truly despised it, and figured that it would be easier on you than her. Your job was to stay upstairs and keep an eye out for anything suspicious, and having full permission from Rick to take Negan out if he tried to escape.

“No, (Y/N). I really shouldn’t, I don’t know how Rick would feel about it.” She answered. She was saying no, but you could see in her eyes that she wanted to say yes to it. It wouldn’t take much more pushing of the question to get her to agree.

You crossed you arms, “Rick doesn’t have to know, okay? We won’t tell him.”

“Negan would tell him.” She said matter-of-factly.

“Why would he do that?” You were genuinely confused now.

“That statement alone let’s me know that you don’t need to do this, (Y/N). He can’t be trusted, you don’t know him like the rest of us.” She warned.

You were beginning to grow just a little annoyed. You were offering her a chance to get out of it, and she seemed to come up with every excuse to say no.

You sighed and took a step closer to her, “I’ll ask him not to tell Rick, okay? And even if he tells him, so what? We’ll tell Rick you don’t wanna do this anymore. You can sit up here and keep a lookout while I deal with him.”

She pressed her lips together with a worried expression on her face, thinking it over until finally have you a reluctant nod, “Okay, okay.. I’ll let you do it.”

“Alright.” You said, your face was a blank expression, but inside you were nervous and intrigued all at once, you were finally gonna meet the man everyone has been afraid of.

She handed over the bucket of water to you, “You take this, and let him clean up.” She trailed off as she reached into her pocket to pull out a small leather pouch, “You’ll need this too if he wants to shave.. I’m assuming you know how to use one of these?” She said as she pulled a flap back on the pouch to reveal a straight razor.

You nodded, “It can’t be that hard, I just know I’d have to be extra careful.. I’m shaving him?” You said with a confused expression.

“Yes, you do. We never let him do it himself. You should also make sure that he keeps his distance.” She said, giving you a concerned look.

“You’re talking like he’s psychotic, or something, Olivia.” Your forehead creased.

“I don’t say it lightly, (Y/N). Keep your guard up at all times.. Here, you’ll need this, too, obviously.” She said as she reaching into her pocket, pulling out a small shiny object - it was the key to Negan’s cell.

You nodded again and stuffed the leather pouch into your pocket, taking the key from her, “I will.” You turned the knob of the basement door slowly, the creaking of it disturbing the silence, the draft of cold, damp air hitting you. You gave Olivia one more glance before you turned to walk down the rickety wooden steps as she shut the door behind you tightly. You had to admit you were a bundle of nerves going down there, you were shaking and it wasn’t from the cool air of the drafty basement. When you got to the bottom step, you took a moment to collect yourself, taking in a deep breathe. You could see the makeshift cell that has been welded against the wall. You glanced nervously into the darkened cell, just barely being able to make out a silhouette of the man named Negan.
You jumped suddenly when a voice sounded from the other side of the bars.

“Y'know I started to fuckin’ ask when Olivia had such a dramatic goddamn weight loss.” A deep voice said in a cheeky tone.

You approached the bars cautiously, setting down the bucket, “I’m not Olivia.”

“Yeah, I kinda fuckin’ figured that out on my own.” He said matter-of-factly. You could hear scraping on the concrete floor as his silhouette became bigger, he must have been sitting on the floor. You were finally granted your first glimpse of the man as he approached the bars, feeding his arms through them. You weren’t disappointed with the sight, he was tall, and more handsome than you had expected him to be. He was sporting a full beard, but his hair was short and slicked back against his skull, compared to his beard it must have been cut recently. You looked down at your feet for a moment, not being able to keep contact with his dark, intimidating eyes for very long.

“Where the fuck is my dear, Olivia? Not that I’m complaining, this is a nice fuckin’ change of scenery.” He said slowly, you looked back to see his tongue darting from between his lips. You could feel his eyes on your body, and suddenly you lost your voice.

“You’re not gonna fuckin’ ignore me now, are you?” He spoke sternly, regaining your attention.

You shook your head quickly, “No sir- I mean, Negan. She’s- she’s upstairs. I traded with her.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Sir? That’s fuckin’ sweet of you. What’s your name, darlin’?”

Your mouth relaxed into a thin line, “(Y/N)”

He gave you a dangerous, yet charming smirk, “That is a beautiful name.”

You bit your lip, trying not to let a smile break through, “Thank you.” You fiddled with your fingers absentmindedly as the silence filled the air again.

Negan leaned against the bars, “You seem pretty fuckin’ nervous.”

“Well, you are pretty infamous around here.” You admitted.

Negan chuckled, letting his teeth scrape over his bottom lip, “Yeah? According to fuckin’ who - Rick?”

You nodded slowly, “Him and the others. I’ve heard things.”

“You don’t look too fuckin’ familiar to me. I’m guessing you’re new?” He smirked cockily.

You were still nervous, but there was something about him that made you relax just a bit, and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing, or a bad thing that had a chance of getting you into some deep shit.

“I am. I wasn’t around for the war that everyone talks about. I’ve been here for about 3 months, give or take a few weeks.”

His lips parted as he gave you a coy grin, “I’ve been stuck behind these fuckin’ bars for almost a year now. After hearing the stories, you didn’t even fuckin’ bother to pay a visit to the resident jail bird, darlin’?”

You gave him a weak smile and shrugged, “Well I imagine you wouldn’t want people to come down here to gawk at you like a caged animal, and frankly, I was scared.”

“But I am a fuckin’ animal, sweetheart.” He said confidently, his white teeth peekimg through his lips.

He has a dark look in his eyes, that was almost.. Seductive.. The way his eyes trailed over you as he said it made you realize that he was hinting that he was an animal not just for his crimes, but for a more primal reason. A sudden, familiar heat rose up inside of you, a heat you hadn’t felt In a long time, and one that you so often ached to feel again. It was startling, you bit down on your lip hard, almost certain you had broken the skin. Negan making you feel this way - especially so soon - was wrong, it made you uncomfortable and excited all at once. You did your best to keep your composure as you felt the dampness between your legs increasing. You had to avert your eyes away from him again, his stare was so intense. You were sure he’d see right through you, and if he did, he spared you the embarrassment of letting it be known.

“Sweetheart, are you gonna give me my bucket of water any fuckin’ time soon? I’d like to use it before it gets cold.” He said, parting his hands as he leaned his head against a cell bar.

You closed your eyes, exhaling a shaky breath and dipped your hand into your pocket to pull the key out, “Yes, I’m sorry.” You approached his cell door, glancing at him timidly as you reached out to shove the key into the lock, turning it until there was a click. You pulled the door slowly, your hands gripping so tightly around one of the bars that your knuckles were turning white for fear he was going to dart from behind the bars. You held your breathe as he pulled his arms back through the bars and sauntered over to the door. He towered over you, forcing you to look up to meet his gaze and up close it was even more intimidating and.. Sexy. If he took it upon himself to try to escape there’s no way in hell you could have stopped him. He gave you a sly smirk as he bent down to grab the bucket and take it back into his cell, and it took everything in you to keep you from melting then and there. There was something about that man that was absolutely intoxicating. You weren’t the kind of woman to swoon for a man who gave you just the least bit of attention, but even you couldn’t deny the charm that radiated off of him.

You backed away from the cell, leaving the door ajar. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to do next, you felt your cheeks flush red again as you glanced over to see the white t-shirt he was wearing being pulled from his body. He was toned and had a few stray tattoos here and there, most notably being the cross on his left arm. If the top half looked this good, what else did he have hidden away under his clothes? You brushed the thought away, scolding yourself internally for thinking such a thing.

You could feel your palms getting clammy, “I should give you some privacy.”

He snorted and dipped a rag into the bucket, “Don’t fuckin’ get shy on my account, darlin’. Sweet thing usually fuckin’ sits over there and reads until I’m done.” He said gesturing to a chair in the corner of the room.

“Oh.. Right.” You said bashfully as you turned quickly, heading for the chair before he could take anymore clothes off. You sat down, keeping your eyes at your feet, trying to hold back your temptation to sneak a peek at this man. You tapped your foot lightly on the ground, you could hear the unzipping of his pants now and your eyes scanned along the floor momentarily, but they snapped back to your feet once his voice sounded again.

“How do you fuckin’ like it around here?” He said, sloshing water around in the bucket.

You gave a shrug, assuming that he was looking at you, “It’s nice. It’s sort of boring, but with the way stuff is now, I guess I should be thankful for a boring life.”

You heard him chuckle, “You don’t strike me as a boring girl, darlin’. You look like your prone to getting into some shit.”

You smirked, he wasn’t entirely wrong about that. A few moments passed, the silence fell over the room again, the only sound to be heard was the sound of water. Your temptation was beginning to override you and your curiosity had taken over you, your eyes trailed along the floor again. Fuck it. You eyes quickly darted forward, making contact with his bare body, and the sight was not disappointing either. Your eyes widened at the sight, your legs clenched involuntarily as felt the dampness between to legs beck not noticeable than before. This man was supposed to be so terrible and evil, but here you were lusting after him after you just met.

“It you want a better fuckin’ look at my dick, just say so, sweetheart.” His deep time called, breaking your concentration on his body.

You had a look of guilt on your face as you met his eyes in embarasment. He stood there, smirking as he dropped the rag back into the bucket.

You closed your eye tightly, shaking your head, “I- I’m sorry.” You opened one eye back up slowly.

He bit his lip, “It doesn’t fuckin’ bother me, darlin’. Don’t get much fuckin’ action from women these days, and try as I fuckin’ might, your other half up there won’t give me the time of fuckin’ day.. Is she a goddamn carpet muncher or something?” He said as he pulled his pants back on.

You chewed your lip “No, I don’t think so..”

He sniffed and gave you a shrug as he walked out of his cell, setting the bucket outside, his shirtless chest still glistening from the water running down it, “Could’ve fooled me. Shit, I’ve been trying to get her for months - and nothing - not even a sad eyecontactless handjob.”

Your lips parted slightly as your hand clamped over your face, trying to stifle back laughter.

He sucked his teeth as he walked forward, “Is it that amusing, babydoll?”

You shook your head, “I’m sorry. After all the things I’ve heard.. I never expected you to be funny.”

He shrugged and gave you a smile, “It wasn’t a joke, but what-the-fuck-ever. Do you have the razor, darlin’. I’d like to get this goddamn bush off my face.” He said run in his hand through his beard.

You gave a nod as you stood up, “I do.” You pulled the chair to the middle of the room to let him sit in it. He watched you intently as you pulled the leather pouch from your pants pocket to take the razor out.

“I’m not gonna lie, I don’t really know what I’m doing with this.” You confessed, your eyebrows knitting together.

He intertwined his hands behind his head as he leaned back in the chair “Just try not to slit my fuckin’ throat, darlin’. You’re gonna need to sharpen it first of all.”

“How?”

He closed his eyes with a smirk, “See this belt looking shit right here?” He said reaching around the back of the chair to pull on what looked like a strip of leather, “You sharpen it with this.”

“Okay, then I definitely don’t know what I’m doing.” You huffed, running a hand over your face.

“Here, give it to me.” He said reaching out for it.

You backed up quickly, pulling the arm that held it behind you. Giving him a hostile look. Did he think you were that stupid?

He gave you a call smile and blinked, “I’m serious. Look, if I wanted to fuckin’ escape, I wouldn’t need a dull fuckin’ straight razor to do it, babydoll.” He said leaning forward, his tone was serious, not the joking-nonchalant one he had been using the majority of the time.

You knew it was probably a terrible idea, and your mind was screaming at you not to do it, but you couldn’t help but believe him, and his natural charm wasn’t any help in keeping you cautious of him for very long. You let out a breathe and took a slow step towards him, reaching out to give it to him. You felt the chills run down your body when his hand made contact with yours, his fingers lingering over your skin longer than they should have before he pulled back, taking the one object he shouldn’t have been allowed do have in his hand. You had to let your mind adjust to the situation, you could only imagine Olivia’s face if she she saw this shit. You took a step back as you carefully watched the razor in his grasp as he stepped to the back of the chair, pulling the leather strap tightly to run the blade of the razor back and forth across it. This was a dangerous situation, and you knew it, but it seemed to excite you further at the same time. You could see the muscles in his bare arm flexing each time he moved. Your teeth found your bottom lip again, giving it a generous tug as you watched him. It was so easy to go into a trance-like state while you watched him, any movement he made being done with fluidity and ease, only making you all the more intrigued by him. You listened to the scraping of the blade against the leather, it was somewhat soothing as it eased the tense air of the room. You were snapped out of your transfixed state when when the scraping stopped. You swallowed, there was a lump im your throat when he turned back towards you, the sharpened razor still in his hand. You exhaled shakily.. Was this it? Was he gonna slit your throat and escape? So many thoughts were running through you as he stepped towards you, your body tensing, preparing for whatever he was going to do next. But you relaxed just as fast as you had been bracing yourself for something terrible.

He folded the razor back into itself, extending his arm to hand it over to you, “Might wanna be extra fuckin’ careful, sugar. It’s sharp as shit, and I’m not in the mood to get my throat slit today.”

You took it from his hand, giving him an obedient nod, surprised that he even gave it back to you at all, “I handn’t planned on it.” You smirked.

He finally sat back down, giving you some peace of mind when he did so. You walked around the the back of the chair to a small table that sat beside the wall. It was obviously Olivia’s setup for when she had the job of shaving him. You grabbed a can of shaving cream that sat on it and a clean rag before walking back over to him. His hands were back behind his head again, and his legs were kicked out as if he didn’t have a care in the world. You had to admit, you sort of admired that about him. He truly didn’t give a shit.

You held the can out to him, “I’m sure this part you can manage yourself, right?” You said teasingly.

He gave you a challenging expression and reached out to take the can from you, “You’ve sorta got a fuckin’ attitude on you, don’t you?”

“No more than you seem to have.” You brushed some hair behind your ear, giving a small smile as he began to cover his beard with shaving cream, “Females with an attitude intimidate you, or something?”

He ran his hand over his beard, his eyes shifting to you, giving you an almost dangerous look, and you decided at that moment maybe you should choose your words more carefully, he was still some who was unpredictable in his actions. His eyes narrowed as they continued to burn into yours as he handed the can back to you.

“No. I’ve always had a fuckin’ thing for the ones with an attitude.. They were always more fun to break.” He said, clearing his throat.

You turned quickly to bring the can back to the table, happy to get away from his gaze for another moment, mainly because you didn’t want him to see you blushing, yet again. It was beginning to get ridiculous. You took in a breath and walked back in from of him, opening up the razor slowly as you stood beside him, your nervousness growing again once you realized you were going to get extra up close and personal with him. You knew it wasn’t that you were were fearful of him harming you, it was for the fact that it would be would no secret to him now that you were weakened by his charming nature.

You stood there for a moment, overlooking his features before you finally reached out, placing your free hand on his head. He complied easily enough, tilting his head to the side as your brought down the razor, being careful not to cut him as you slid it down his cheek, listening to the scraping of it against his skin. He often shifted his eyes, looking at you out the corner of them. Once the first stroke was done, you were a little more confident in what you were doing.

“Shit, that was easy enough, huh?” He said as you wiped the razor on the rag, before bringing it back up to his skin again.

“Yeah, you’re still alive. I’d say I’m not doing too bad.” You smirked.

“Tell me something about your fuckin’ self, darlin’. You got yourself a man.. Or a fuckin’ woman? Can’t imagine something as pretty as you is single.” He said shifted his eyes over to you once, again giving you another sly grin.

You shook your head slowly, trying to keep your concentration as the razor glided across his skin again, “No. I was with someone, but that was a very long time ago.”

Negan hummed softly, giving you that dangerous look again. It had become apparent now that, that look made you susceptible to becoming very hot and bothered. The thought of throwing your leg over him and taking a seat brushed across your mind, you wondered how he would react. You bit the inside of your cheek roughly for letting these intruding thoughts keep popping into your mind. You finally finished with one side of his face, you looked down at his legs that were splayed out, blocking you.

You looked at him timidly, “Could you uh- your legs.”

“Sure fuckin’ thing, sweetheart.” He said clearing his throat as he sat up straight in the chair.

You moved in front of him, noting mentally that you were in the perfect position to straddle him for real now. You closed your eyes briefly. These thoughts didn’t seem like they were ever gonna stop, and you weren’t sure that you really wanted them to. You leaned forward, your hands sliding into his hair again, the sound of the razor over his skin filling the room. You followed his gaze and he made no effort to hide the fact that his eyes were locked onto your cleavage, his teeth brushing over his bottom lip. As if you weren’t hot enough over him already, the sight of lust in his eyes as he stared at your full breasts through the thin shirt you were wearing surely did it for you. You gave a small, mischievous smirk to yourself and leaned down a little further, making it seem like you wanted to be extra precise in shaving him, but in reality, you were teasing him, but of course he knew it. He raised his eyes up to you, meeting yours again. It was a dark, hungered look in his eyes and you could see his jaw flaring as he clenched his teeth tightly. You had to look away from him again, it was more intense than any stare he had given you yet, and you could feel your core clenching around nothing as your arousal began to meet it’s peak. At this point, you weren’t sure who was driving who crazy. The sexual tension in the room was no secret. It was a heavy, aching feeling.

As you got to the last bit of hair, you tried to shave it quickly. As you stood over him, your breast still in his face, you could feel the warmth of his fingertips as they brushed lightly over your legs. You swallowed hard as they rested lightly on the outside of your jeans. He was testing you to see how far you’d let him go, and at this point you were a practically a puddle beneath him, willing to let him do whatever he wanted, but trying - and failing - to keep that a secret. Once you finally finished, you backed up slowly from him, folding the razor back down and walked over to the table to set it down, grabbing another clean rag to hand to him.
He took it and wipe off the remnants of the shaving cream.

“You’re all done.” You said, exhaling, “Is that all you needed?”

He finished wiping his face and tossed the rag back onto the table before looking at you again, “That’s not all I fuckin’ need, darlin’.”

You were both locked in a staring competition now. Neither of you looked away, and you getting up the courage to not shy away from him this time as the sexual tension in the room seemed to boil over. You inhaled deeply, unwavering as you took one step towards him.

“What is it?” You said. You stood firm, but your voice was shaking.

He reached out again, letting a hand wrap around your thigh this time, running to your back, and down to grab your ass. A silent sign escaping your lips. Every nerve in your body seemed like it was on fire, and once Negan sensed that you were just as starved for some contact as he was. He wasted no time in yanking you down to him. You gasped quickly as the sudden jerk of your body as he brought you down to his lips, kissing you hungrily as his tongue darted between your lips. You held onto the back of the chair, finally getting to fulfill your though of straddling him as you threw one leg over him, settling down into his lap. You could feel how hard he was as his cock pressed against your already soaked slit through your jeans. You let out another sigh as his tongue continued to explore your mouth, both his hands now gripping your ass firmly. Your first instinct was to grind into him, and before you knew it, your hips were rolling against his doing your best to make contact with his member trying to relieve some of the ache you felt deep in your core. He seemed to take note of how desperate you were to feel something. He brushed his hands back over your thighs, unbuttoning your pants quickly. You gritted your teeth when a hand found it’s way inside, teasing your wetness with his fingers, your hips involuntarily bucking into his hand, causing a finger to slide inside of you, making you moan. He brought a free hand up to wrap around your neck. You could see the pure lust on his face as he watched you ride his fingers.

“Shit, I missed that goddamn feeling.” He growled seductively, he buried his face into your chest, biting and pulling at your shirt with his teeth, moving up to your neck to suck at the delicate skin. You knew him leaving marks would be a bad idea, but at the moment you didn’t care and you wanted him to mark you everywhere. Your hands fiddled with the button on his pants, finally getting them open as you reached into his jeans to stroke his hard cock. He grunted eagerly as he let the hand on your neck slide down to your breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of your shirt.

“Get this shit off, baby.” He ordered, tugging at your shirt roughly.

You complied immediately, lifting it over your head to throw it to the floor. He brought his hands around you, unhooking your bra with little effort, letting it fall from your body as he stuck his head into your breasts, grasping at them with his free hand, biting and sucking at your nipples as you continued to ride his fingers. By this point, his fingers were coated in your juices, he thumbed at your clit roughly.
You let your hand work up and down the shaft of his cock, moaning softly each time his fingers sunk deeper inside of you with each strike you made, but you wanted him inside of you, you wanted him to fuck you mercilessly while you writhed beneath him. Your free hand tangled in his hair as his face was still buried firmly in your breasts, your hips rocking vigorously on his fingers. He finally lifted his head back up, kissing you roughly, biting your bottom lip.

“You ever fucked in a jail cell before?” He purred seductively in your ear.

He said it as if it was a question, but you both knew it wasn’t. He was telling you what he was going to do to you, and you were more than willing to let him have his way.

“There’s a first time for everything.” You breathed back as he pulled his fingers from you, leaving you aching even more than you were and whimpering for his touch again as he left you with an empty feeling.

You released his cock, wrapping you arms around his neck as his strong arms held you close to him as he stood up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you back to his cell. It was dimly lit inside of it, you didn’t even notice the cot that sat against the wall until he threw you onto it. You pulled yourself up as he stood in for of you, sliding his pants down to his hips, just enough to release his cock. You licked your lips as you watched him, finally getting a good view of just how big he was. Your hands trailed down to the front of your jeans, teasing your sensitive slit through them.

“Get on your knees.” He growled, walking forward to wrap your hair around his fist, you sighed as you propped yourself onto your knees, preparing yourself for what was next. With his fist in your hair he guided you towards him, your mouth opening for him as his cock slipped inside. You could taste the precome that had beaded on the head of his member, dragging your tongue over the tip, lapping it up immediately. He groaned, tilting his head down as his grip tightened on you, you let your lips wrap tightly around his shaft as your head bobbed up and down on him, taking in as much of his cock as you could until you could feel yourself on the verge of gagging, but you wanted to impress him, so you pushed the thought away as you shoved your own head down on his cock even further. response, he let out a moan, bucking his hips into your mouth, you could feel his cock in the back of your throat now, and you were surprised at the amount of control he had. For someone who hadn’t been with an actual woman in a while, you expected him to fuck your throat until it was raw - something you weren’t completely opposed to.

“Jesus Christ, darlin’.” He groaned, forcing his hips against your mouth, causing you to cough, but you didn’t stop sucking him, you let your tongue work up and down his length each time you bobbed your head up and down, doing your best to drive him crazy. You brought your hand up, swirling your tongue around his head, popping it in and out of your mouth lazily, letting your hand pump him, causing more precome to bead out of him. He let out a throaty grunt and pushed you off of him.

You smiled, biting your lip as he looked down at you, his eyes narrowed in a seductive expression as he leaned down, curling his fingers over the top of your jeans, ripping them off of you. You breathed heavily as he did so, not sure how much longer your could hold out. He pushed you back further on the bed as he grasped your legs, raising them to his shoulders as he nestled himself between your legs, kissing and biting hard at your thighs, making you yelp at the feeling, pain mixed with pleasure. You knew it was going to leave bruising tomorrow. He licked your slit through your panties, he was already getting to taste you as your had completely soaked through them, thanks to how turned on he had gotten you before sex was even thought of between the two of you. You laid your head back on the cot, reveling in the feeling of having someone’s tongue on you in such an intimate way again. You had almost forgotten how it felt, and when Negan did it, it felt even better than you had ever remembered it feeling. He brought his finger up to play with your clit through your panties, making you suck in sharp breathes, you were close to begging him. He pulled them to the side, dragging his finger up and down your folds, letting them slide in and out of you, creating a wet sound. Your back arched, his tongue pressed firmly again your clit as he lapped up your juices, his fingers thrusting in and out of you.

“Oh my God.” You moaned as you felt his tongue slide into you. You pulled his hair roughly, strands of it wrapped around your fingers.

“Is that what you fuckin’ like, baby?” He said, biting your wet lips.

“Yes.” You whimpered, you had bent completely to his will and were a mess beneath him, and craving his cock inside of you.

You pulled up on his hair, silently letting him know to come back up to you, “I want you, Negan.”

He leaned forward, kissing and biting his way back up your body, you gripped the sheets, loving the way your skin felt between his teeth. Your legs wrapped around him tightly once his face met yours, yours lips crashing into each other as he grinded against you. You could feel his throbbing cock teasing your aching pussy as he slipped the head in briefly, pulling back out. You whined in protest, bringing your hands back up to dig your nails into his skin, he let out a growl, wrapping his hands around your neck.

“You want this fuckin’ cock, babydoll?” He purred into your ear, nipping at your neck as he drug his teeth across your skin.

“Yes.. Please!” You answered back, letting your legs tighten around him even more.

He gave you a devilish smile as he pushed himself into you, letting all of his length slide into you at once, you lifted your hips up to his, feeling so much pleasure as he filled you up completely. You laid your head back, breathing deeply as he started with a few slow pumps into you, your walls already clenching themselves around his cock.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a pussy this goddamn tight, darlin’.” He growled, bucking his hips against you, forcing himself deeper in, causing to to cry out. Your nails sinking further into his skin. He was going to have a few marks of his own after you were finished. He squeezed your neck, creating a delightful sensation as he started to grind himself in and out of you vigorously, the sound of wet skin smacking against each other accompanied with your moans. You bit down on your lip quickly, remembering Olivia upstairs.

“She’s gonna hear us.” You squeaked as he continued ramming himself into you, grunting into your ear.

“You’re just gonna have to be fuckin’ quiet, baby.” He said seductively, putting his other hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.

He slammed his hips into you violently, making you cry out, your voice soften by the cover of his hand as his cock hit the back of your walls. He kept it up for a while, your legs seeming to wrap around him tighter with each thrust, his cock now completely slick with your wetness as he slide in and out with ease. You were glad that his hand was covering your mouth, your moans became louder and more frequent as he had his way with you. You finally released the grip you had on him, a thought coming to your mind.

“Take me from behind. Fuck me hard.” You begged him, turning your body slightly.

He widened his eyes, smiling and he bit your lip, “Turn the fuck over, sweetheart.”

You gave him a nod, turning yourself over on the cot as you bent yourself down as far as you could, sticking your backside into the air for him. You felt a hard slap on your ass, forcing you to jerk away from him, but also wanting him to keep it up. He placed his hands on your ass, pulling you back against him as he slid into you with ease again, he gave your ass another had slap, making you moan again. You clamped a hand over your mouth, realizing the moan was louder than it should have been. He brought his hand down as he thrust into you, holding your own hand against your mouth.

“Easy, babydoll. You don’t wanna get us fuckin’ caught do you?” He smirked, slamming his hips into you again. The pleasure overtaking you, causing you to collapse into the cot as you shook your head.

You finally lifted your head back up, wanting to take some control of your own as you pushed yourself back into him, causing him to slip out of you. You turned around to face him as he stood there, looking at you confused for a moment. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“I wanna ride you.” You said bluntly, clenching your legs together as you were still feeling aftershocks of pleasure.

“Goddamn, you’re full of surprises, aren’t you, darlin’?” He smirked as he sat down, leaning back into the wall, stroking himself as you crawled to him, throwing your legs at his side as you lowered yourself down onto his cock. You gritted your teeth, making sure to keep your voice down as much as you could. You rocked your hips against his, just like you had done on the chair. You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, only making you more eager to ride him. His hands cupped around your breasts, giving them a generous squeeze as he brought his mouth down to let his tongue swirl around your nipples. You buried your face in his neck to dull your moans. He smelled amazing and you kissed his neck, sucking the skin as he tugged at your nipple with his teeth. You bucked your hips hard against him. He moved his hands down to your hips to guide your rhythm how he wanted, still managing to maintain control even with you on top. You were starting to come to your peak, you could feel the build up of the orgasm and you already knew that it was going to be intense. You continued to thrust your hips against his, his cock slid in and out of you. You slammed yourself down onto it, causing a loud grunt to escape Negan’s lips as he clenched his jaw, giving you a dangerous stare. He continued to slam you down into his hips, only bringing you closer and closer to the edge until you were spilling over it.

“Shit, I gonna come!” You cried as you felt your walls grip around him even tighter than they had before, you could feel how wet you were making his dick as you climaxed. You buried your head further into his neck as you couldn’t help but scream, luckily it was muffled against his skin.

“That’s it, darlin’, fuckin’ come for me.” He groaned as you continued to ride him throughout your orgasm, desperately wanting him to finish with you. His grunts were becoming louder as he went into an animalistic state, forcing you down as hard as he could onto his cock.

“Motherfucker.” He growled, his fingers gripping around your waist tightly. You breathed heavily as you kept up your pace, but knowing you were already spent.

“Negan.” You moaned back in his ear.

He bucked his hips against yours for a few more times and you knew he was close. He kissed you hard on the mouth, his tongue forcing it’s way in.

He gave one last groan before he pulled you up roughly off of him, “Fuck, darlin’.” He threw you down onto the cot, quickly lifted himself above you as he stroked his cock a few times before you felt the warmth of the spurts as he came on your chest and abdomen, stroking himself dry. You let out a breath as a leaned down to you, both arms outstretched to hold his weight above you as he kissed you roughly once more. You both took a minute to catch your breathe and gather your thoughts. That had really just happened, and you were more satisfied than you had been in a long time. Negan lifted himself up off the cot as he pulled his pants back up. You sat up slowly on the edge of the cot, looking around for something to clean yourself up with, and before you could get up, he was handing you a rag and your clothes.

You scoffed as you took them, “Trying to get rid of me that quick?”

He rolled his eyes, “Fuck no, darlin’. I’d let you fuckin’ stay, but our dear Olivia is probably getting fuckin’ suspicious.”

You sighed as you wiped off your body, “Yeah, you’re probably right.” After you were cleaned up, you put your clothes on quickly as you got up to gather your things. Negan leaned against the bars of the cell, a satisfied grin on his face.

“Please fuckin’ tell me I’m gonna see if if you again, darlin’.” He said, sticking his arms through the bars again.

You looks back at him and smiled as you stuffed the razor back into your pocket and picked up the bucket of now cold water, “I have a feeling that I’ll be trading jobs with Olivia. If she’s not gonna reap the benefits of it, then I will.” You bit your lip as you closed the door to the cell, turning the key to lock it and stuffed the key back down into your pocket quickly, “It’s just a damn shame I have to lock you back up.”

“They couldn’t fuckin’ handle it if I was on the loose, baby.” He said, giving you a wicked smirk.

You blushed, looking at the ground momentarily, before you gave him a flirty look, “You really are an animal, Negan.”

“I’m a man of my fuckin’ word.” He shrugged, giving you an ‘I told you so’ look.

You nodded, “Well, as a man of your word, how about don’t mention to Rick I was down here when you see him? He’d probably put me off the job.”

He inhaled and ran his tongue over his lips, “Usually I’d fuckin’ say no. I get real fuckin’ pleasure from making Rick’s life difficult, but for that amazing pussy you just gave me - that I definitely want again - my lips are sealed, darlin’.”

“Good.” You smiled. You started to walk forward, but his outstretched arm caught you quickly. You looked over at him, “What?”

“You forgetting something?” He smiled as he pulled you to him to kiss you hard one last time through the bars. He pulled back to look down at you, “By the way, I’m fuckin’ keeping these.” He said as he reached down into his pocket, pulling his arm back up to show you your balled up panties in his hand.

You giggled, your face turning red, “They’re all yours, Negan. Keep it as a souvenir.”

“I’m thinking you fuckin’ sneak down here tomorrow, babydoll.”

You looked up at him one more time, a mischievous look on your face, “I had planned on it.”

He gave you an approving nod as you both kissed once more. He reluctantly let you go, and watched you walk back up that rickety staircase until you were completely out of his sight.

Horny teenagers - Carl Grimes

HEY GUYS so I really wanted to write a smut but there is no plot so whatever is just smut and I wanted to write something like the last scene of 7x01 of TWD and I did it! I hope you like it, and remember English is not my first language and this is my first TWD smut

Warnings: smut and language

Words: 2599

Gif is obviously not mine ​

The past few hours in watch duty had been kind of a torture for me. I’ve been trying to control this since I’ve learned what it actually is. We grew up together, we’ve seen a lot of nasty things together and suddenly we were at the age of awkwardness and hormones and, apparently, mine decided to show up. I’ve been trying to convince myself that he would never agree with this and even if he did it wasn’t a good idea. It would do us no good. Well an orgasm would, though. ​

Here in Alexandria they have lots of books so I’ve been reading a lot, especially about biology – my favorite class in school – and recently I read about menstrual cycle and sexuality, there is this period when women are ready to get pregnant and that’s when you only want sex. For the past few months I’ve been trying to convince myself that I just want Carl because of this annoying period and he’s the only interesting boy around. ​

Sometimes I have this feeling that our friendship has changed in a certain way. I think it’s because of the hormones, but we’re touchier and even occasionally flirty. He has this habit of holding the back of my neck whenever we hug each other, or when I’m mad at something he rubs my shoulder or my back, he plays with my hair brushing his long and cold fingers against my ears and neck and sometimes he whispers something to me and I can’t stand that. The hot breath, that amazing voice, the way he says my name. Oh, man! I was losing it. ​

I felt ridiculous every time Carl popped in my head or whenever I decided to touch myself he would always wind up in my dirty little thoughts.

​“(Y/N), you can go. It’s my shift now.” I hear Spencer say.

​“Okay, thanks.”

​“Oh and uh… Carol asked me to tell you she’s taking lunch to Rick’s place.” ​

I nodded and left. Great, I’m having one of those crazy moments and I’m heading straight to the danger. You can do this. I took a deep breath and knocked. I heard laughs from inside and that made me happy because we were doing fine here, we were adapting at last. ​

Carl opened the door while holding Judith and gave me a smile.

​“Come in, (Y/N)” Oh please Carl not today don’t say my name. ​

The smell of whatever Carol cooked was amazing and she was sitting next to Daryl and they were gazing each other with such warmth, in a cozy and even romantic way. I wanted them to be together but right now it just made me want to turn around and look in Carl’s eye. ​

We sat down, ate and talked about the most random things. We talked about things we did before the apocalypse, we laughed at things that happened to us and we just enjoyed each other’s company. Don’t think that’s gonna happen again in anytime soon tough. ​

Then I felt a hand touch my thigh lightly, I closed my eyes trying to keep it together because from where it was coming it had to be Carl’s. I looked at him and he was still paying attention to Glenn, who was telling something very newsworthy because Carl and a few other people in the table were concentrated. He caressed my thigh going down my knee and squeezed a bit and took his hand off. Like doing that was only a reflex, part of a routine. I don’t know if he hadn’t noticed or if he was just pretending to make me confuse. ​

Later in the same day he did that terrible/delicious massage in my sore shoulders. We offered to wash the dishes, so after lunch everybody went back to their normal activities, and when we were done I made a stupid joke about the amount of plates and forks and sighed. He must’ve gotten that as a complaint because he said “relax” and then came behind the chair I was sitting and pushed my hair aside. His hands were soft and steady, it felt great but I couldn’t let him carry on with this. I placed my hands on top of his and turned my head around. ​

“Does it bother you?” If he only knew what it actually does to me.

​“It’s not that. I just – I should probably get going.” I stood up and he held my arm. I don’t know why, honestly I do know, but when he did that I instantly approached him, looking at his lips. I was unsure if I wanted him to notice or not. If I wanted him to do something about it or just ignore the fact that I was staring at his lips wanting them so badly I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.

​“Stay. We can go upstairs and read comics if you like.” ​

I can’t, not anymore. “I don’t wanna read comics, Carl.” I tried my best to make the sentence self explanatory and bit my lip. ​

“Do you – uh, wanna go upstairs then?” He clearly wasn’t expecting my reaction but he didn’t step back. ​

“Yes. Yes, I do.” ​

He was obviously holding a grin but I didn’t care. He grabbed my hand and led me to his room. The walk was kind of awkward and very silent. When we finally got to his room he closed the door and came towards me. He cupped my face and kissed me tenderly, he was nervous, I could tell. I placed one hand in his chest and the other one in his hair, it was so soft. The kiss was a little sloppy because this was our first kiss ever, I guess. It was amazing though, I just wasn’t sure of what to do so I followed my gut and I believe so did he. ​

He lowered his hands to my waist and gripped it. I let out a needy sigh and I feel my cheeks hot in embarrassment. I took the hem of his shirt in my hands and lift it, breaking the kiss. ​

“Are you sure about this?” ​

“Yeah.” ​

I ripped his shirt off and then my own. Carl looked at my breasts like they were a masterpiece, probably because he had never seen breasts before but it made me feel great anyways. I searched for his lips once again and this time he was more confident so his tongue was more demanding. He caressed my back lightly with the tip of his fingers making me shiver. I pull him closer to get some friction and I finally feel his boner and this time I moan in both pleasure and excitement. ​

Carl lays me down on the bed and kneels between my legs. He kissed my lower abdomen and came up, kissing my breasts still covered by the bra and my collarbone. When he got to my neck he gave me a hickey, probably wanting to mark me down as his and that turned me on so much I wanted to mark him too. He unclasped my bra and pulled it out so fast I didn’t even see what happened to it. Now he was finally looking to my breasts and he blinked a couple of times and said “Is it okay if I…?” ​

"Go for it.” ​

He grinned and caught one of them in his hand and massaged it. I had no idea that I was going to like Carl sucking my breast so much, when I felt his mouth on my nipple I was already in heaven, but when he sucked it was something else entirely. I wasn’t able to restrain my moans this time, they were a little loud. ​

Desperate for a kiss I pulled his hair to bring his head up, he moaned this time and I smiled in the kiss. I took off his belt and once I moved to the zipper his hand shakes a little while I brushed my hand in his arousal more than the necessary to open a zipper on purpose. Carl helped me with the jeans, picked a little package – probably a condom – and looked back at me only in his underwear and I couldn’t help but to look. I must’ve done something pretty greedy and ridiculously embarrassing because he had a huge smirk in his face. ​

"Shut up.” I said and the smirk became wider. ​

He took my shorts off and just stood there staring at me like I was his muse or something. I can’t say that I didn’t like it because I loved it but I felt a little uncomfortable. I am confident but suddenly realization of what we were doing and how I was in front of him hit me and I blushed. That didn’t stop me though, my cheeks were burning but so was the wetness between my thighs and I thought that was more important so I wiggled my hips against Carl’s to wake him up and it worked out exactly like I was expecting. ​

Carl touched the waistband of my underwear and looked at me again asking permission, I guess. Then I lifted my butt of the mattress so he could take the underwear easily and he did. ​

Carl gazed at my entire body and sighed and mumbled to himself “Finally we’re doing this.” ​

I felt butterflies in my belly and I smile, like an innocent virgin girl – which I am. I wasn’t the only one after all. ​

Carl did a trail of kisses from my neck to my lips and rubbed his thumb against my folds; I moaned and rolled my hips against his hand wanting more of that new contact. He smiled in the kiss, and I loved it. Actually I was loving every single moment of it. Carl slipped a finger inside me and curled it and took it off. Then he tried again, this time with two fingers. “Ah, Carl…” I groaned and mellow. My hands were gripping his shoulders for balance or control, I’m not sure, I just thought that if I let go I would fall. His hand were all over me making me shiver, his kisses weren’t sloppy anymore, and knowing that he wanted this too just made me feel better, maybe wetter too but that’s another case and he won’t be hearing about it. ​

He positioned himself to my entrance and gave me the look again, I nodded biting my bottom lip. Carl grabbed my thighs and spread them. He glanced to my core and licked his lips. That was so delicious to watch, it was kind of porn but it turned me on so much. He picked the condom and put it on. He pulled me down and I felt his tip in my entrance and rolled my hips to it. I wanted him to know how badly I wanted this, how horny he made me. ​

"Tell me if it hurts too much, okay?” So thoughtful, so gorgeous. I closed my eyes and nodded. Then I felt it inside me and I couldn’t hold back the almost musical moan. It feels so good, so right. He kept going slowly and suddenly I started to feel this strange ardency and I let out a painful moan, it wasn’t exactly hurting but the surprise and the little burning sensation were enough to make Carl gaze at me worried. ​

"It’s okay, you can carry on. Just keep the pace. I’ll be fine.” ​

He pushed a bit more and the feeling was still there but I tried to ignore it and Carl helped me a lot with that. His thumb came back to my clit, just up and down movements and he kissed me passionately while he pushed more. I was feeling the ardency but it didn’t matter because Carl was touching me so much, giving me so much, paying so much attention to me I couldn’t even process the pain. Carl was all over me, literally. In my mind, in my body, everywhere. ​

Once he was completely inside me with his eye closed and he sighed, he stopped and looked right in my eyes, he didn’t take his hand off my clit. The bad sensation was almost gone by now. “Are you okay?” ​

I grinned at him “Never better.” ​

He smirked and pulled it back slowly. It was a torture for him I could see in his eye all the effort he was putting into this, the self control and I smiled like an idiot. His thrusts were still slow and I think he was shaking a little. Just a little but he was. ​

I wasn’t completely comfortable yet but I was ready for this and his pace was making me impatient, I get that he was being nice and I love him for it but he could make this good for himself. So I rolled my hips a bit so he would understand that it was okay for him to go faster and maybe, just maybe, harder. ​

He picked up a good pace. It was faster but not too fast yet and it was so intense, it could be only me although his expression was showing that he was loving it as much as I was. His thrusts were getting faster and I was getting there, finally I was taking it all. This was so good, the pleasure was so intense and overwhelming. His sweaty body and his heavy sighs were giving it the best background ever. I think I’ve never seen such a sight. I let out a loud and full of joy and pleasure moan. He smirked at me because this was likely the most inappropriate moan ever. ​

I couldn’t stop them now, they just kept coming loud and awkward and hot, apparently. I decided to do something different for a change, I rolled my hips and caressed my body going down my clit and touched it for him to see it. ​

"Fuck, (Y/N)! That’s so hot.” ​

I smiled widely and arched my back feeling a delicious ache in my lower abdomen and feeling like there was not enough air in my lungs and the strength was leaving my body and I needed desperately to grip something – that something were Carl’s shoulders again – then I felt like I was falling apart and pleasure and relief hitting me like a truck. ​

"Oh God, Carl!” That was almost a scream, thank God we were alone in the house. ​

My orgasm show was enough to bring Carl his own, and again was an amazing scene to watch. He moaned loudly and let his elbows clench a little, falling on top of me. He was breathing heavily and he was all sweaty and that was so hot. I felt his heart beating so fast in his chest and I grinned satisfied. He threw himself in the bed and took a deep breath. ​

He seemed so tired but he was smiling so hard it was creepy. Us smiling wasn’t something easy to see. That made me even happier because I made him smile, I was smiling, we were satisfied and that’s all we need. ​

"That was fucking awesome!” ​I laughed at his excitement. I turned to face him and his eye was piercing. He was so handsome I couldn’t think properly sometimes, like now.

​“We can do this again sometime, if you want to.” I said a little scared but mostly confident that he would want to. ​

"Can ‘sometime’ be now?” he said with a smug smirk on his face and I laughed again. ​

"Okay, loverboy, just give me a few minutes and we’re back on.”

Originally posted by journeyslegend

Model Behavior

Summary: Jack is getting ready to do a photo shoot for Alicia’s friend.  Bitty comes along to keep him company, when Bitty suddenly becomes the model. Jack’s reaction to the photo is… interesting.  A quick little ficlet which takes place during Jack’s senior year.  Also on AO3


Jack hated photo shoots. Absolutely hated them, but Alicia had a favor called in and he found himself in a position of not being able to say no. And so, begrudgingly, Jack Zimmermann was on his way to Boston for a one-day shoot.

“Like an actual shoot shoot?” Bitty asked wide-eyed as he told him about it over some ginger peach pie the evening before.

“Yeah. It’s for some clothing line. They’re going to dress me up like a puppet and then I have to stand there, and smile like an idiot.”

“I dunno, it sounds so fun to me. I’d love to model!” Bitty said then sighed, “Alas, I am vertically challenged.”

“Euh… do you want to come with me?” Jack asked pushing his pie around the plate with his fork.

“Really? And like watch?!” Bitty practically bounced off his seat.

“I guess so, Bittle. Don’t make me take it back.”

“No! I’ll behave. I promise! It’s going to be so much fun.”

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The Anchor

Summary: Bucky explains why he loves you. This is inspired a song by the same name.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2350

Warnings: So much fuffly.( there is a panic attack in this )

Thank you @drinkfantasy , for being my beta. 

Originally posted by seabasschino


Bucky didn’t have a lot of expectations for the future, after his Winter Soldier days all he could hope for was a quick and painless death. He couldn’t stand any more pain in his life or any more torture. Part of him just wish that his life would be over soon.

Living alone in Bucharest showed him that he could be a little more hopeful about life. He could hope for good days where he would have clean clothes and a homemade meal. That he would be able to sleep a whole night without having any nightmares, days like this were rare but when they happened they are like heaven.

 After the events of the Civil War, he had too many responsibilities and expectations on him. He didn’t want to disappoint Steve, he wanted to be forgiven for his sins and forgive himself for it. But how can you ask for forgiveness if no one believes you deserve it, not even yourself.

Bucky dreams about a normal life or as normal as he could have. Where he wouldn’t wake up every night screaming because of a nightmare when people touched him wouldn’t be to cause him pain but to comfort him and love him.

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Let Me Show You Why

Thank you @joeynihil for letting me use the Cody gif :D

Summery: Brett goes out of his way to make you blush or shy but he goes too far.

Warnings: sex, 18+ gif under cut


“Brett’s coming?” You asked when your friend finished listing off the people she’d invited.

“It’s a party to celebrate the team winning all their games so far… why wouldn’t I invite Brett?” She asked, glancing at you in the mirror as she put her makeup on, frowning when she looked over the jeans and t-shirt you were wearing.

“Well… because he’s kind of a jerk.” You mumbled, playing with your fingers as you scuffed your feet on the foot of her bed.

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Byun Baekhyun// Psych - Part 3

Originally posted by grinding-on-baek

Summary: After a month of being broke at college, you finally find a place to stay, but the only con is that there is nine other people you have to share a house with - one in particular who makes it his mission to irritate you at every turn - but they’re hiding something from you. Something big. (1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7)
Scenario: Werewolf!AU, college!AU, series
Word Count: 6,728

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Stay- Zach

Request: Hi! Could I request a Zach imagine?? Where the reader is invited to his party and he’s trying to win her over and asks her to stay the night and to prove it’s not in a sexual way he shuts down the whole party, sends everyone home immediately and watches Netflix her. Thanks!

Your welcome :) this inspired me so it’s a little longer than my usual posts.


 Stay - Zach

“Y/N!” You heard a deep voice call causing you to turn around to see none other than Zach Dempsey.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I was wondering if you wanted to go to my party tonight.” He said sounding vaguely nervous. You couldn’t help but be shocked by the invite; you had only talked to him a handful of times, most of them about school. That and the fact that he had your number from a group assignment a week ago, and he could’ve just texted you.

“Uh yeah maybe. I’m going to be late for Physics but just text me the details.” You responded before racing off to class.

You spent the rest of the day wondering whether you should actually go and trying to figure out why he even invited you. You never were the party type, you didn’t hang out with any of his crowd, and you weren’t even remotely popular. Yet the minute you got home you were riffling through your closet trying to figure out what you could wear. Giving up you settled on a pair of distressed jeans and a lower cut shirt than you would usually wear, curled your hair, and decided not the change the makeup you wore to school in fear of looking like you were trying too hard.

Once you deemed it late enough you drove to the party trying to push away your nerves; it was just a high school party, so you knew you shouldn’t be nervous. Zach most likely didn’t mean anything by inviting you. He was just being polite. That’s all it was. When you pulled up to the house you were even more nervous; the house was surrounded by cars and you could hear music from nearly a block away. You found a parking spot and made your way to the door trying to keep your cool as best as possible. The door was wide open and you could see a crowd of people inside so you made your way in and to the kitchen where you made a weird concoction of bear and soda, mostly just soda.

“You made it.” Zach said walking into the kitchen behind you, having to speak extra loudly over the music. He leaned against the counter watching you as you poured your drink.

“Figured I better do the high school party thing sometime.” You only half joked while smiling up at him.

“Trust me you don’t miss much by not going,” he paused, “but I have to say I’m glad you’re here.”

You didn’t have time to wonder what he meant and decided not to worry about thinking so much, “Surprisingly, I am too.”

“You know I don’t think I’ve ever had this long of a conversation with you that wasn’t about school.” He admitted.

“Oh yeah? How’s this new experience treating you?” You asked taking a sip of your drink.

“Well, let’s just say I’ve hoping this happens a lot more often.” He responded then paused for a few seconds, “you should stay tonight. I want to get to know you.”

Your face went cold, you knew exactly what ‘get to know you’ meant in the mind of a teenage boy, “No, I’m going to go outside. It’s too loud in here.”

You tried to talk past him but his voice stopped you, “Wait Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that. Please just stay, and I promise I won’t try anything. I really just want to actually talk to you and get to know you.”

With most guys you wouldn’t believe them but the sad puppy look on his face stopped you. When Justin walked into the kitchen Zach stopped him.

“Hey, get everyone out of here.” He told Justin in a stern face.

“What? Dude it just started.” He said rolling his eyes at his friend.

“Just tell them someone called the cops. Get everyone out of here now. Look I’ll owe you one.” Zach responded begging his friend who sighed and walked back out to the party. You could hear him yelling about the cops and how everyone needed to leave.

“Why did you do that?” You asked looking up at him.

“This way we can watch movies or something in the living room.” He paused and rubbed the back of his neck, “I know if I brought you upstairs to my room you’d be uncomfortable and think I’m trying something.”

You smiled at him, finally believing he was sincere, “Okay, I’ll stay.”

Put My Glory Days Behind Me

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When he and Alicia first came to the decision that it was best if Bob didn’t renew his contract and they moved back to Montreal, he’d been certain that the restlessness would be unbearable and he’d be going completely screwy and debating putting himself up for free agency the next season.  Back then, he’d thought he was going to be what Jagr is now - a legend made all the moreso by his adamant refusal to just stop already.  Bob had been certain that he would never love life more than he did playing in the NHL.  Until he retired from it.  

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“You don’t mean that”

Drabble game. Prompt #50 - Mark Tuan: Smut

Request by @basicangeline :)


You turned away from him, kicking yourself for staying out this late. Even more so for inviting him upstairs. The alcohol had lowered your inhibitions, allowing the feelings you buried deep down to begin to seep out.

Everything he just said only made it harder. You were friends, why were either of you trying to mess all that up on some drunken whim?

“Y/N… why won’t you look at me?” Mark whispered.

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Gosh, I missed you

Derek Hale x (f) reader

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Request: Nah, but my plot for this imagine was Scott invited the reader over for the day while he and a few members from his pack knew that Derek was going to visit the reader

Word Count: 1300

Warnings: Fluff and terrible writing

A/N: IN THE HONOUR OF THE TEEN WOLF 6B TRAILER, I WANTED TO WRITE THIS!! I’M STILL SHOOK

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Y/N was sitting at her home early in the morning looking at her kettle, it was a Saturday morning and she planned on doing nothing today. She was going to watch television and probably sleep again. Ever since Derek has been gone, that ache in chest still hasn’t left her. She still loves him, she wish she could get over the pain but it never budged away from her. After the water boiled, she made her favourite cup of tea and sat in the living room and turned her television on.

After watching television, she got up and walked towards the kitchen and placed her mug in the sink, she went into her bedroom grabbing a new pair of clothes to wear. It’s just a simple black long sleeve and leggings, when she walked downstairs her phone was ringing “small child” appeared on the screen, she gave a small and answered her phone “What’s the issue Scott?” “Nothing, I was going to ask what’re you doing today?” “I was just going to chill out today, I didn’t have a good week.” Y/N walked to the living room again and sat on her sofa"I’m sorry your co-worker is a bitch.“ laughing instantly knowing that Scott knew exactly why her week wasn’t that great "There’s nothing for you to be sorry about, I’m sorry that her parents have to deal with that… Thing.” “You can be so cruel sometimes!” “I at least have a reason to be cruel! You know how many times I tried to be nice? Lady was getting on my nerves.” “Sorry to hear that, listen since you basically have nothing to do today, want to come over? Few people from the pack is here and we have food!” She laughed “I mean, I was going to come over anyway food or not. I miss you guys.” “We miss you too momma!” She heard in the distance “Am I on speaker?” “Um-” “Whatever, I miss you too Liam! Guys, I’ll be over in a few.” “Okay! See you mom.” “Shut your mouth.”

Y/N had arrived to Scotts house, she was about to knock on the door but Melissa opened it “Oh! Jesus, sweetheart you scared me!” Y/N gave her a sweet smile “Sorry! I was just about to knock on your door!” “It’s fine, why are you here so early? It’s 9am.” “Your son called, he said for me to come over.” “Oh right! Yes, he mentioned that to me! Come on in Y/N, you’re more than welcome to visit here!” Melissa pulled her into a hug “Thank you so much, I would love for you to stay and chat but you have a shift to go to." They pulled apart "Right! Anyway, I’ll leave you alone now! Bye for now!” Y/N waved her goodbye.

She walked into the living room and saw a few members from the pack, she laughed because the werewolves in the pack didn’t hear her walk in “I think I was invited in the McCall household?” She questioned “Y/N!” Liam yelled out, he ran to her and gave her a hug “Hi my small one! I missed you!” Y/N was taller than Liam, so she always picked on him “Y/N! It’s so good to see you! How are you feeling?” Lydia asked “Not bad, just really tired.” “Sorry for bringing you here so early, we uh- we really miss you, we all know how work is a pain in the ass.” Scott said to her with sympathy “No, Scott! Don’t apologize! I’m actually glad you invited me over, I’m glad to be spending my day with you all!”

“Wait! Stiles, what ended up happening?” “We ended up getting in shit, that’s what happened-hey!” Scott threw a pillow at him “You’re the one who decided ‘Oh! Let’s just go through my window! My dad isn’t going to be pissed at all!’ that was a stupid decision!” Y/N shook her head laughing “Hey, at least you didn’t walk in on Liam and Hayden by an accident.” Mason said with a terrified expression “Oh goodness, my small one is a man?!” “Shut up, Y/N.” Liam said with his face turning crimson “Poor Mason, sorry you had to go through that.” Lydia said while laughing “Malia, I still thank you for socking that guy in the face, you saved my life!” Y/N said “No worries, I’m still glad you let me.” “He was an ass,” Stiles muttered “Y/N, what time are you gonna go home?” He asked “Oh shit, it’s 10:05pm! I should get going! Can someone drive me?” “I will! Scott wanna tag along?” “Sure, c'mon Y/N.” She gave everyone a hug “Be safe!” she said.

“Dude, does Derek still have her spare house key?” Scott asked his best friend “Yeah, I don’t know how she’s going to feel though. It’s been a while.” “Yeah…” They saw Y/N open her door, she waved at them and walked inside “Now or never, lets go back to your place. She might call us.”

Y/N was in her house but she heard a movement in her living room “What the hell.” She whispered, her first instinct was putting her keys between her fingers. She slowly walked towards her living room and suddenly got scared and started thinking 'Did the guy from the small gathering figured out where she lived?'  “Hey, what the hell-” The figure stood up and turned around and immediately started tearing up, because she knew who it was “D-Derek? Holy shit, DEREK?!” She yelled, she was confused and sad “Y/N, I-I miss you so, so fucking much.” She was crying at this point, she wasn’t mad at him, she couldn’t be “Derek, what-how? Am I dreaming?” “No, you’re not.” He gave her a small chuckle. She slowly walked towards her him and caressed his face while he slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, she slowly reached down to his shoulders and rubbed them slowly “Derek fucking Hale, gosh I missed you. So much.” She whispered while looking back up at him “The pack knew the entire time, if you’re wondering.” Then it all clicked “That’s why they invited me?” “They still missed you, so it was a win win situation.” They both laughed “I’ll call them later, do you want to stay for the night?” She ran her fingers through his hair “Yes, I would never want to decline that offer.” “C'mon, lets go upstairs.” She grabbed his hand and he followed her.

“Y/N?” “What is it Derek?” She said looking away from the mirror in her bathroom, she saw Derek in his boxers “Do you want to do anything tomorrow?” She choked on air and turned right back around “W-we could stay in?” She looked down hoping he didn’t see her blushing like crazy, but then she forgot he was a werewolf and heard her heart beating fast “You good?” She looked back at him “Shush, you know damn well why I’m not.” He laughed, after Y/N finished washing her face, she walked back into the room with Derek. She looked up at him and ran her index finger across his jawline “I love you.” She whispered “I love you too.” Their foreheads touched, suddenly Derek brought her into a deep kiss. Feeling her soft lips made hin feel like he was at home, he felt so happy to be with her again, everything to him just felt so right.

“Y/N?” He whispered “Hmm?” “Want to go out somewhere or stay at home?” “I want to stay at home and be with you.” She murmured, he gave a small laugh and kissed her forehead “That sounds amazing.” “See, I’m a genius.” She turned over and gave him a peck on the cheek “Goodnight, Derek.” She said and fell back asleep, he held her close and closed his eyes into a deep slumber. 

Bruised and Battered Part 13

Dean Winchester x Reader

1150 Words

Story Summary: Being friend with Sam and Dean Winchester had been the best part of your life. But then they were gone, and you had nothing to distract you from the physical and verbal abuse from your parents. Years pass, and your parents suddenly vanish. When Sam and Dean come help to find them, you aren’t sure what they will do when they discover your dark past.

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It was amazing how quickly time seemed to pass when you had idea what you were doing, or any idea who you actually were. Without your parents harassing and hurting you, you had quickly found out life was a lot different.

As soon as you walked out the hospital, you had nothing planned except traveling as far away as you could, trying to forget the life that had done nothing but kicked you in the butt. With only a little bit of change, it had been tough going at first, and within a week you had found yourself sleeping in a random park, your stomach growling as you counted the last of your pennies. With not even enough money to buy a cup of coffee, you knew you needed to come up with a plan, and fast.

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PART TWO OF THE LUKE HEMMINGS IMAGINE.
Rating:PG-13
Warning: swearing, fighting


The next day I was just a nervous mess. It was incredible that one of my works of art was going up in a gallery. It is a huge step in my life and I’m really proud of the piece.

The reveal is tomorrow and I don’t know what to expect. I don’t expect many people besides friends and family to show up. Most of them have already seen the piece.

I get a text from Luke saying everyone is over at Ashton’s again and he wants me to come over. It again makes me happy he wants to see me.

I throw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie that I got paint on a while back, keeping my hair in its messy bun.

I drive over and come in without knocking, it’s normal. I rush down the stairs, smiling awkwardly as I walk into the room.

“Oh hey!” Ashton smiles. I sigh when I see Arzaylea sitting next to Luke. I give her a quick smile when she looks up from her phone but she doesn’t seem to notice, quickly looking back down.

“Ayyy!” Luke smile, patting next to him on the side his girlfriend isn’t.

I redirect myself from the other couch I was heading too and take a seat next to Luke.

Luke gives me an awkward side hug, laying his head on my shoulder with makes my heart speed up.

I glance at Arzaylea nervously but she doesn’t seem to notice or care. I put my hand on Luke’s arm in attempt to hug him back.

I look around the room, wondering if Ashton, Michael or calum ever moved after we left yesterday because they are doing the exact same thing.

Ashton and Michael are still playing FIFA and calum is sitting on the other couch on his phone.

“How did your test go?” I ask

“Ehh. Alright I guess. Thanks for remembering.” He seems to be not just talking to me.

Arzaylea glances at him.

“I’m glad you’re here. Everyone here can’t get off their electronics for two seconds.” Luke says loudly, looking at me.

Arzaylea scoffs and clicks her phone off, putting it in her pocket.

“Happy?” She asks and he nods.

She smirks, Pouting her lips for a kiss. I look away but can see Luke his his hand and press where he kissed to her lips.

“No I want a real kiss.” She says.

I roll my eyes, not really caring if she sees. I want a real kiss too but she ends up getting one and I don’t. I can hear the smacking of their lips as they start to make out but Luke pulls away.

I try to make it seem like I wasn’t paying attention. Isee Luke glance at me from the corner of my eye.

“I call next round.” I stand to my feet, sitting on the floor next to Ashton desperate to get off that couch.

“Me too. I’ll play with you.” I hear Luke say behind me.

I don’t say anything back, “I asked you like a half hour ago if you wanted to play a round with me.” Arzaylea says.

“I didn’t want to then.” Luke replies casually.

“Okay well what about now. Why can’t I play the next round with you and she can play the next round with Michael.” She wines.

“Or you could play with Michael after we do.” Luke gestures to me.

Arzaylea shakes her head, retrieving her phone out of her pocket and clicking it on. “Never mind. I don’t even want to play anymore.” She says.

“You don’t even like playing it most of the time anyways.” Luke sounds irritated.

I know I should have just told her she can play with Luke but I didn’t want to give in. She is a girl who seems like she is very use to getting what she wants. I know it’s petty of me but Luke was my best friend years before they even met.

Finally it’s Luke and I turn. It is similar to our game, we always end up yelling at each other. More like the game I guess.

In the end I win. That’s usually what happens, yesterday was an except.

“That’s more like it.” I smile.

Luke stocks over to me, effortlessly picking me up off the ground and throwing me on the couch next to his girlfriend.

He bends his leg, putting his knee on my stomach before putting pressure on my body. I groan as he pins my arm arms above my head.

His knee is not digging into my stomach enough to hurt but just keep me in place.

Arzaylea looks annoyed as we fight next to her.

I try to knee Luke but he does a good job of dodging me.

“Lucas.” I warn, he smirks at me. “Let me go you jerk.”

I finally get an advantage and my foot pushes him slightly off me.

“Luke. She said let her go.” Arzaylea snaps. The room goes quiet and Luke looks embarrassed.

“I don’t know why you guys act like such children all the time. We are all grown adults.” She mumbles, storming out of the room for the second day in a row.

Luke let’s go of my arms and stands to his feet.

“Fuck.” He rubs his face. I stay on the couch, he just doesn’t seem happy.

I hate seeing him this way.

He walks out after her. I can hear them yelling upstairs. I hear footsteps making their way back down the stairs.

“We’re gonna go back to her place.” Luke appears back in the room.

I sit up further, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear that had fallen out of my bun.

“Um okay.” I say, looking at the tv Michael and Ashton are playing FIFA on again.

I’m annoyed at the fact that Arzaylea is stopping Luke from hanging out with his friends. Not to mention she called us children.

“I’m sorry.” Luke apologizes to all of us.

“No, I don’t know why you would want to hang with us children anyways.” I continue to stare at the tv, purposely not making eye contact with him.

“I-” Luke starts with a soft voice.

“Just go, Luke.” I say.

I can tell Ashton and calum are uncomfortable but I’m just mad.

Or jealous and don’t want to admit it.

Against my hopes Luke slowly turns around and walks up the stairs. I can hear the front door close and I look down at my hands.

I shouldn’t be mad. It is his girlfriend after all.
*
I head home shortly after that. Ashton and Calum didn’t say anything about what happened.

My house seems emptier than usual. Of course I do live by myself but I didn’t want to be alone right now.

I wanted to be with Luke.

I set turn on a movie that Luke and I always watch together.

I feel so dumb, he is with his girlfriend doing god knows what. I think I would rather not know.

While I’m just sitting here pitying myself and thinking about him.

My phone starts to ring, right away I know it’s Luke calling to apologize like he always does after we’ve had a fight.

I think of just letting him go to voicemail but I’ve already come to the conclusion I’m being ridiculous.

I answer it.

“Hello.” He says. “Are you still at Ashton’s?”

“No.” I shake my head though I’m alone in my apartment.

“Look, i’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have let Arzaylea talk about you guys like that. And I shouldn’t have left.” He says over the phone. I can tell he honestly feels bad.

We have never been able to stay mad at each other.

“No, Luke. She is your girlfriend, I get it.” I try to make him feel better.

I wish he would have stayed, I wish him and Arzaylea would break up but I’m not that lucky.

“Yeah, but you are my best friend.” He says making me smile.

That makes me so happy. “Aww you’re going to make me cry.” I say jokingly but I’m pretty serious.

I love hearing how much he cares about me because I care about him so much it hurts.

“I love you.” He says.

Every time he says that my heart jumps even though it’s something we’ve said since we were younger.

“I love you too.” I say.

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Standing Up (Jacob Black/Imprint)

So I was re-reading this scene in the book, and I figured it would be a good scene to write. So basically, Bella’s sister is Jacob’s imprint and lived with Charlie, and she would go visit Renee during Christmas vacations while Bella visited Charlie during the summers.

No copyright infringement intended.

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Word Count: 900+ words

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‘So another reeking bloodsucker is after the Swan sisters?’ Paul asked through the mind link. Jake felt that it wasn’t fair how his imprint always got sucked into the Bella and Cullen drama.

‘Yep, the bloodsucker told me when I was trying to talk to Y/N and I guess it’s not someone they recognize,’ Jake sped towards Charlie’s house through the woods.
‘Bring them on the reservation,’ Sam ordered. Jake was already going to try getting all three Swans on the reservation as soon and as often as possible. Charlie and Y/N, not a problem, but Bella was going to be difficult.
‘What makes you think we all want to deal with Bella? Her sister isn’t bad, but she’s so whiny,’ Leah complained. She grew up with Y/N playing in the sandbox with Seth, Jacob and all the other council member kids, seeing as Charlie was constantly here, and always brought a smiling Y/N in tow. Every time Leah had to see Bella, it always irritated her.
‘She’s a human of the town Leah. Jacob, get the Swans here, at least Charlie and Y/N. Bella has the Cullens to protect her.’
‘Aye aye Captain,’
Jacob turned into his human form as he came up to the house. Edward was waiting outside.
“Both of them are inside,” Edward told Jacob, and he nodded, slightly more at ease.
“So, are we just staying at the Cullen’s?” Y/N asked, not wanting to be around the Cullens. Their existence wasn’t natural. She liked Emmett and Rose though. Emmett was hard not to like, and Rose had a hard exterior, but Y/N could see through it. And unlike her sister, Y/N read through the tough exterior of the blonde vampire.
“What about the reservation? At least then you won’t be worried about getting a paper cut,” Jake teased, causing Bella to flinch and Y/N relaxed with his presence.
“Well, we need to make sure dad stays on the reservation. He’s not safe here,” Y/N determined, slightly upset that she wasn’t safe in her own home, not that she minded being on the reservation.
“Speaking of which, Sam wants all three of you guys on the Res as much as possible,”
“I don’t mind,” Jake walked to her and wrapped an arm around her tiny shoulders and kissing her cheek.
“Edward won’t let me,” Y/N snapped her head to her older sister.
“Bella, you shouldn’t have to ask permission to be in an area where you’re constantly protected. Even though you didn’t mind being there when he left you for dead,” Y/N felt bad for bringing that time up, but Bella needed a reality check, and to stop being coddled. Jake pulled her closer to his chest, hoping his heat would relax her, but she was too stubborn to let it calm her down yet. Bella flinched at the brutal honest nature of her sister’s words, not wanting to accept the harsh truth that he did leave her and that she didn’t want to be in the dating pool again.
“Because being around Paul is much safer,” Bella retorted, and that made Y/N’s anger flare up.
“At least I know not to punch Paul, of all people, in the face. That was your own doing. Besides, I’d rather worry about being slashed up a little than being bled dry,”
‘You go Y/N’ Paul cheered through the mind link. He could hear the imprint going off through Jake’s mind. There was no way he wasn’t going to broadcast this. She was the Swan sister that loved the pack unconditionally, and every so often, Jake needed to hear that he wasn’t a monster.
“Can we go?” Y/N asked, wanting to put as much distance with her sister as possible. Bella can stay with her abusive boyfriend and worry about Jasper bleeding her dry while she had fun cliff diving with the pack.
“When the bloodsucker gets back,” Jake replied, the words rolling off the tongue as if that was Edward’s name. Bella stomped off upstairs to her room like a temper tantrum throwing two year old. (Insert last gif xD)
“Why does she think the world revolves around her?” Y/N asked when she heard the door shut.
“I know babe. But she is your sister,”
“That doesn’t give her the right to act like a whiny bitch,” Y/N hissed, and Jake didn’t reply. He only pulled her into his chest until the burning scent of Edward invaded his nose.
“He’s here. Let’s go,”
Walking outside, they came face to face with Edward, who looked mad as hell.
“Can you not be so harsh with Bella?” Edward asked, and Y/N rolled her eyes. After sacrificing summers on the reservation for ten years because Bella wanted to spend the summer in the blistering California heat, and she was amazed that Edward wanted her to just sit down and shut up. Her sister might be that type, but ever since the imprinting, Y/N hasn’t felt the need to be someone she wasn’t.
“And you can tell her I meant every word and thought. If she wants to speak to me like a normal human being and not like my mother, she knows where I’ll be,” With that, she walked to the tree line where Jacob had walked to phase. Billy was probably getting Charlie onto the reservation, so Jacob’s main focus was to get Y/N into the safety of the reservation as fast as possible.

Imagine... Carl Gallagher #3

Request: Anyways, the reader is like a total sweetheart, sunshiney kinda gal n she brings out Carl’s soft side n he’s always trying to protect her. So they go to a party n Carl’s getting shit from some guys n the reader comes to his defence n is pretty feisty. Just smth kinda cute.

 Pairing: Carl x Reader Warnings: swearing, fluff, feisty reader, bloody nose

 Notes: this was quite a fun one to write. If you have any requests or ideas please message me! I’d love to hear them

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 Y/N sat on Carl’s bed, she had her arms folded in front of her, staring at her best friend. “You know I don’t like parties” she stated. Carl sighed. “Okay listen. If you come with me tonight, I promise I will make it up to you” he offered. Y/N tilted her head, thinking. “fine, I’ll go.” Carl smiled widely. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. “You won’t regret it, I’ll make sure you have the time of your life” he said, kissing her cheek.

 As Y/N was leaving the Gallagher’s, she ran into Fiona by the gate. She smiled brightly to Fiona as she exited. “Hey Y/N!” Fiona smiled back. “Hey Fi” “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you leave here without Carl, is something up?” Fiona questioned. Y/N shook her head. “He’s taking me to a party tonight. I gotta go home and get ready.” She said, throwing her thumb over her shoulder, pointing in the direction of home. “Oh boy… well, be safe. Don’t do anything I would do.” She said. Y/N nodded. “I think I’ll be okay.” “Don’t hesitate to call me if things go south in any way. Parties around here usually end up with the cops busting down the door.” Y/N took a deep breath. What did she get herself into…

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 Y\N stood on the street in front of the party house. She’s not one to party or even drink. It was a bit confusing to anyone who knew the Gallagher’s. Why would such a straight edge, happy go lucky kind of girl want to be friends with Carl? They are complete opposites. Carl placed his arm around her shoulder, holding up a bottle of whiskey. She shook her head, Carl brought the bottle up to his lips and took a swig. He was already plastered before they even got to the street. “Relax. It will be fun” he nudged her, making his way up to the house. The inside of the house was filled with smoke and teenagers. Kegs of beer were stashed in each corner of the rooms Carl and Y/N walked through. It was like a maze to her. She had been there not even .2 seconds and Carl was already gone. She tried looking for him, standing in her tip toes to see if he was in sight. Giving up, she took a seat on the couch next to a group of three stoners. One of them held out his bong, Y/N kindly declined.

 After about an hour and a half of uncomfortableness, she got up and went on the hunt for Carl. She had a bone to pick with him. She checked upstairs, in the kitchen and down in the living room again. The only other place he could be was out by the pool. She stepped out of the door and looked around, cutting her losses, she tapped a girl on the shoulder. “Have you seen Carl Gallagher anywhere?” She asked. The girl pointed over to the other side of the pool. Carl was being shoved by a taller, more built guy. “Shit” she muttered to herself. 

Y/N ran over to the two guys and stopped, she knit her eyebrows together, listening to what was being said. “Listen Gallagher, you ever call me a pussy again, I’ll beat your fucking ass. Okay?” Carl sent the jock a death glare and spat at his shoes. “You’re a. Fucking. Pussy.” He stated angrily. The jock lunged forward, fist held up. Y/N stepped in between the two. “Hey! Enough!” She yelled. “Y/N I can handle this” Carl tried to say. “Zip it Gallagher, don’t make me punch you in the fucking face” the built guy snapped. He eyed Y/N up, licking his lips. “Say, why don’t we head upstairs doll.” Y/N clenched her fist and punched him square in the nose. By now people were crowding around and filming the scene. He held his nose as blood started to pour down. “Don’t ever call me doll… now stay the fuck away from Carl. Got it?” She snapped. Carl wrapped his arm around her waist and smirked. “Fuck you” he spat. Y/N guided him away from the scene, bringing him around the side of the house.

 “That was fucking awesome Y/N!” Carl exclaimed. Y/N smiled at the ground, walking with him down the street. “I didn’t know you had it in you. I could- I could fucking kiss you right now” he stated. Y/N stopped, looking at Carl with wide eyes. “That’s just the alcohol talking right?” She asked. Carl shook his head. Y/N looked at him, her mouth hung open slightly. She looked to Carl’s full lips, they both thought the same thing. Y/N leaned in, wrapping her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair, kissing him. Her eyes fluttered shut as he kissed back. She pulled away slowly, looking into his eyes. Carl tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear and smiled. “Let’s get outta here, doll” Carl winked.

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