those eyes were hell to make

hush, hush (m.) | 01

bangtan + fuckboy au

genre: smut (!!!) | angst (!!!) | oral sex | hate fuck | closet sex

word count: 4.4k


Every school has its golden couple. You know, they’re the pair that will stay together all through college, eventually, get married, and live happily ever after in a large house with their equally as large amount of children. You’ve seen them in the courtyard - hands clasped together in a perfect fit - you’ve seen them in your classes - effortlessly answering questions while sliding each other knowing looks - and you’ve definitely seen them at all the parties - before they head upstairs to one of the bedrooms, of course.

You know them. Everybody knows them. How could you not know them? Their lives were perfect, their friends were perfect, and their looks were perfect. They are perfect, popular, admired, and most importantly, in love.

Or at least, they were.

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Staring is Rude (Jaehyun x Reader)

Rating: M

(A/N) WAZZZZZUPPPP GUYS! Your gal is back at it again with that smutty smut and with her ultimate bias too! That’s right, more yummy Jaehyun for everyone, and this time it’s a college AU. Hope you like this one, I really had a blast writing it!

P.S. ISN’T THIS THE PERFECT GIF FOR THIS STORY??? WHEN U FINISH READING TELL ME IT’S NOT LIKE???

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

It all started at the end of the first semester of your sophomore year in college. The glances that were snuck from the corner of the eye, watching from your peripheral vision each other’s movements, the strategic sitting for the best view. It was innocent at first, just simply checking one another out due to curiosity. You barely knew him at all; knew that his name was Jung Jaehyun and he was a first semester junior majoring in music and fine arts with many obnoxiously talented friends. 

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The Bat(mom) Glare - Batmom x Batfamily

Summary : Everyone feels a bit…uneasy when Batmom gives them that glare.

I know I said the next fic would be about a jealous Bruce, but I had a dream last night about this story down there, and just had to write it, hoping it’s not too bad, hoping you’ll like it. As usual feedbacks are welcome ! Here 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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It was at the very beginning of your relationship with Bruce that you discovered your “superpower”. Before that, you never really noticed, even though it was already there…No, it really was about four months in dating the Batman that you truly realized this capacity of yours. 

You had been friend with Bruce for years, and you knew about his nightly activities since quite a while…So when he told you you two shouldn’t be together anymore because it was dangerous, you couldn’t help but sarcastically laugh and give him your best “really ?” face. 

What, all those years it wasn’t dangerous and all of a sudden, as your relationship started to get serious, it became life threatening ? 

You remember him scoffing at you, saying it had nothing to do with you and him getting “serious”, while you perfectly knew it had everything to do with it. 

Words were useless to convince him, he was such a stubborn man, and he wouldn’t listen…So you just stared at him. Glared at him. You did not turn your gaze away, you did not leave like he told you to. 

You ignored Alfred and his sorry look, when he told you to follow him out of the batcave. You ignored Bruce when he started yelling at you to leave. You just glared at him, you kept your eyes on his silhouette. Until he said : 

-Stop looking at me like that. 

You didn’t stop. Because all of this was bullshit. Because he was pushing you away for a stupid reason. Because you knew he was doing it only cause he was afraid to get too close from someone and loose them too, like he lost his parents…So you just kept staring, glaring, without saying a word. 

-Stop (Y/N), please.

He tried to keep his composure for a long time. Damn stubborn man. 

Only, on that day, he realized that you were way more stubborn than he’ll ever be. Only, on that day, he realized, as your eyes wouldn’t leave his form, he could not go on without you. But he still resisted. For appearances maybe ? Or maybe he thought you’d eventually give up. You did not. You would never give up on him, he just had to deal with it. 

-Stop…stop looking at me like that…(Y/N)…please…

His voice was cracking. You had won. He knew it. You knew it. Because the reason he was pushing you away was bullshit. Being around him was dangerous ? Well big deal, leaving in fucking Gotham was dangerous anyway ! So you stared at him, glared at him, until he gave up. 

He needed you. Your support. Your presence. He knew it, you knew it. And under your intense gaze, he realized just to what extend he loved you. 

Love ? Yes. Yes it was definitely that. An intense, deep, unbreakable bond had always existed between you…and the day he finally asked you out, it became stronger than ever. No, he would not pushing you away because things were “dangerous”. You wouldn’t let him. So you stared, and he realized…

He realized just how doomed he was because of how much in love he was with you. Too damn much, probably…But it was a good kind of curse. He was glad to be doomed of loving you…

You stopped glaring at him when he fell into your arms, all his tough and emotionless demeanor gone. You stopped glaring at him once you knew he understood. You weren’t going anywhere. Period. At least, not until he’d stop loving you (which he knew would never happen. Could never happen. Hell, he was the one afraid you’d be tired of his shit and leave…But you’d never leave). 

On that day, he realized how much you meant to him, and you realized that you had magic eyes. If, with a simple glare, you could crack even the great Batman…Yup, you discovered your “superpower” the day Bruce understood you were the one and only. The love of his life. 

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Hips - part 1 (A Jongin Two-Shot)

This wasn’t quite what you had envisioned for your life. The laundry basket was heavy and balanced just on your hip and you gripped the tiny hand of your 6 year old daughter tightly with your other hand. You had only been living here for a week and a half, and the one thing you hadn’t quite taken into account was managing the four flights of stairs with a clean load of laundry fresh from the first floor dryers.

The place was cheap enough for you to afford the two bedroom unit in a safe part of town and still be able to afford certain things like food and electricity on your income. Nari’s dance lessons came out of the support you received from your ex. You swore to yourself that no matter how tough things got, you would let her stay in the class she loved so much.

“Nari, stop jumping up the stairs, just walk normally.” You could feel your palm getting sweaty and you wanted to switch sides, but the girl was selective in her hearing. If you didn’t use your ‘mom voice’, she usually just did what she wanted.

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Cool Mom (pt 1)

Request: Do you think you could do a steve x fem!reader where they met in freshman year and didn’t really like each other so they didn’t talk until they got dragged back together because of the whole situation and the reader ends up being kinda like a mom to the kids and so Steve and the reader bond over it and there’s some cute fluff or something? If you can’t I totally understand but I really love your writing and so I thought I’d share my idea. Thank you!!

Love this request! Definitely going to do a part 2!!!

Originally posted by soothingheart

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Power Couple

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: swearing and cuteness

Word Count: 1,200+

Request from @asmolarab :Tom and the Reader are dating. The reader is a famous musician.

Also inspired from the recent drama of his fans saying rude stuff on that models page after he liked her photo… Like c’mon he’s 21 let him live pls. 


ALSO…..



THERE I’VE SAID MY PEACE NOW ENJOY THE IMAGINE BABES xx





[Reader’s POV] 


   Today you were home with Tessa waiting for Tom’s interview to start. Lounging in leggings and one of Tom’s pullovers. Walking over to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Asking Alexa to turn up the tv so you could hear it from the kitchen.


     Tessa following you around whenever Tom wasn’t home. Getting the kettle ready and placing it on the stove. Reaching into the cupboard for a mug then for your organizer full of teas. Picking out which tea you want today ,you pick it from the slot.


     Tearing it open you pull the bag out and set it into the mug. Throwing the trash away turning around once you hear the kettle whistle. Reaching over you lift it up and grab your mug. Pouring the hot water into the mug seeing the light steam rising from the mug. 


     A smile rises to your face as you smell the raspberry scent fill your nose. Grabbing a the sugar spoon and doing one little spoonful. Opening the fridge you grab the almond milk out of the fridge. Pouring a small amount then putting it away. Pulling out the drawer and taking out a spoon to stir everything together.


“Tom Holland will be on next after the break!” The host’s voice fills the air making you look over from hearing your boyfriend’s name. A smile on your face thinking of him. You’re so proud of where he is right now.


“C’mon Tess, let’s go back and wait for daddy to come back on” Leaning down rubbing her head and stroking the side of her face with your thumb. The two of you head back to the living room and sit down on the L shaped couch.


    Sipping your tea you open up Instagram on your phone. A spam of comments on your new photo making you roll your eyes. Tom’s fans were giving you shit since the moment he announced the two of you dating. It was worse whenever Tom would like your photos cause you received so much hate for it.


     Checking the charts on Itunes you see your album at the top. Pride replaces the annoyance from Tom’s fans. You did this, your album hit number one on the charts. All your hard work was paying off and it was so satisfying. Tessa barks making you look up from your phone. She sat below the tv looking up at the screen. Her tail is wagging as she see’s Tom popping up on the screen.


     Setting your phone aside you get comfortable on the couch. He looked so damn handsome in that outfit, how’d you get so lucky for him to fall for you? Watching him sit down on the interviewers couch taking a sip from the cup near him.  He was always drinking something during interviews.


“So Tom, congrats on the new movie man you did a brilliant job!” the interviewers thick English accent was easy to understand. Tom’s smile made your heart flutter, he is literal perfection and all yours.


“Thank you so much, It was a blast to film and the cast was amazing and it’s all thanks to Marvel and Sony” 


“Also we just got news of your girlfriend’s album she just released” the host points towards the screen. An image popping up of it being number one on the charts. Tom’s face filled with shock, a smile on his face.


“That’s amazing! Angel I’m so proud of you, wow you did it! Can’t wait to give you a massive hug when I get home” Tom’s excitement for you made you tear up. Recognition from him meant the world to you. He stands up dancing in a circle then blowing a kiss to the camera for you. 


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“Darling, I’m home! Where are my two favorite girls?” Tom’s voice comes from the living room. Getting off the bed you head towards the doorway.


    Walking out of the bedroom to see him holding a bottle of champagne and a bouquet of roses. A grin on your face from the sight. Tessa was sitting next to him with her tail wagging. Heading over to Tom giving him a kiss on the lips. You didn’t deserve such a great boyfriend, you’re blessed.


“I love you” you smile wrapping your arms around his waist. The feeling of his arms wrap aroung you made you sigh in content. Smelling the roses that were being held near you.


“I’m so proud of you and how far you’ve come darling, I love you more than you can imagine.. I know my fans can get angsty and I apologize for their behavior.. Just know I’m yours and you’re mine” His lips press against your forehead. Your eyes closing absorbing all the love that was radiating off of him. 


    Moments like these were the best. He always knew how to make you feel better through the stress. The both of you could barely do anything without getting attacked by the fans. Your actions either being bashed or turned into memes. It was hard being famous sometimes, it had it’s perks but it’s mentally exhausting.


“Can we get drunk and order some pizza?” opening your eyes to a grinning Tom, he loved those kind of nights. Drinking with Tom always lead to some interesting nights. Funny and sexual kind of nights with Netflix and major chilling.


“Hell yes we can, it’s a time to celebrate you made it to fucking number one on the charts!” He raises to bottle up in the air sticking his tongue out. His face making you giggle from how much of a goof he really is. 


   Walking over to the kitchen together he grabs two glasses from the collection he had. Opening the champagne with a pop Tessa barks loudly taking off towards the bedroom. The two of you laugh at how she reacted as he pours the bubbling liquid into the glasses. Handing you a glass he takes the last one. Tapping the side of it acting like he had a knife, a giggle escaped you.


“To many more celebrations and successful moments we get to share together!” Tom smiles clinking his glass with yours. Taking a sip you hum in satisfaction.


“Let me grab the phone to order the pizza” He says setting his glass down reaching for the land line. Taking a few more sips quickly finishing it, you wanted to get drunk. This bottle isn’t going to finish itself.


    Setting the glass down you wrap your arms around Tom’s waist. His hand rubbed circles on your back but stopped when you started kissing his neck. Kissing from the base of his neck to right below his ear. You could hear his breathing getting shaky. A grin made its way to your lips from how you could make him feel.


“Fuck the calories out of me Holland” you whisper pressing a kiss to his jawline. Pulling away you see his mouth slightly ajar. Looking at him you see his eyes get a shade darker making you gulp.


“So fuck you now, then after and again and again.. Got it” Tom’s voice husky as his hands slide down to your waist. Before you could say anything Tom lifts you over his shoulder taking off towards the bedroom.


“Ah! Tom put me down you lil shit!” you shout wiggling in his grasp, earning a slap to your ass.


“Looks like I’m going to hit number one on the charts tonight as well” Tom snickers shooing Tessa out of the room and closing the door.


Tom was definitely already at number one on charts for being an amazing boyfriend,best friend and lover.

a chance taken.

pairing: jeon jungkook | reader
genre: childhood friends au / fluff
word count: 7,060
description: confessing has never been easy for a shy boy like jeon jungkook, but sometimes you just got to take a chance in the name of love.    
author’s note:
to my girl @workofteaguk because you told me to write it and honestly i get all my best fluff ideas for our men with you <3 think of this as a parting gift to summer. still, i hope we’ll be free from evil essays and ridiculous websites that tell us we plagiarized our own names this school year~


For the past thirteen years of Jungkook’s life, his only semblance of confidence came in the shape of you. His own desires never had to part his lips when you said them for him. Sometimes you would just know even without him telling you as if you could read his mind in that split second. He can’t say he ever hated it either. It’s silly to say considering most kids like expressing themselves by their lonesome, but being a kid and an unbearably shy one at that, having someone as outspoken as you was an absolute godsend.

At the age of five, his mother and his godmother (your mother) dreamt and hoped that you two would find friendship in one another which ultimately succeeded. He was never quite sure what did it exactly, but from the many neighborhood excursions you dragged him on in your close-knit neighborhood and the many playdates you two were put into, he found solace in all of it and in you. He sure as hell enjoyed spending time with you over Jinho, who only wanted to put him into a headlock until he cried for mercy (or just cried, in general) because at least with you, tears came when he had to part from you.

Without a doubt, this camaraderie became a defining point in his childhood. There was no expectation of him with you, because you already saw him in his home life and him in his school life. It was undoubtedly a relationship that he cherished despite the numerous times you would drag him into trouble from sneaking out to go to the park, to hopping the fence to your house, to pranking Jinho when you stayed over. He did these things with your own coaxing until it became his own conscious will to do stuff like going to your house when he shouldn’t or letting you play his favorite video game, fully aware that you had dance practice. All for his own selfish reasons, he relished in acting this way with and without your influences, because you were his friend—one of very few (though he disliked including Jimin sometimes)—that he had throughout the eight years of school you two shared together.

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Coffee Confessions - Chris Evans Imagine

This is the cheesiest title but whatever XD 

Summary: An ideal fourth date in February? Simple. A cup of coffee and maybe a confession or two that Chris has been keeping from you for long enough. He couldn’t wait another moment to tell you that he saw as the stars aligning for him; the moment he met you. 

Requests? Open - (ask here!)

Here are my two prompt lists if you want to request one from there: Prompt One / Prompt Two  - My Masterlist -  Chris Evans / Steve Rogers Masterlist

Warnings? Fluffy!AF  / CutiePieChris / 

People: Chris / You

“Now, remind me again why we are doing this?”

“Because! Come on, what’s the worst that could happen?”

“I give you something that you’re allergic to and you die on my account and your fans stampede to my house and then they kill me too.”

“You’re quite creative…”

You shrugged and looked down at your dirty boots, “Some would call me cynical.” Chris smiled and just shook his head laughing quietly to himself. “Well, cynically creative it is then.” 

A small smile on your face. He just grins down at you then looks up at the menu.“Okay, well I’m only allergic to two things; Shrimp, and Cats. So if you find a shrimp cocktail on the Starbucks menu, I suggest you divert to another food.”  A giggle flew out of your mouth, making the two dimples on the apples of your cheeks strike Chris’s eye. He looked in your direction as you stared up at the menu above the Barista when he saw the beauty next to him chuckling at his allergies. Chris looked at you, with a spark in his eyes, “What!”

“Shrimp? Really? Interesting…”

“Oh, well Ms. Perfect, what allergies do you have?”

“I’m allergic to men who wear t0o much Axe body spray.” Chris bellowed out a laugh and didn’t receive a wink of attention from anyone inside the cramped Starbucks.

It was a busy Monday morning in Manhattan, people didn’t have time to glare at the happy couple on a weird ‘eight in the morning on Monday’ date.

Slinging his arm over your shoulder, Chris brought you closer as soon as you two finally reached the register. Suddenly it felt a hundred degrees hotter in here than it did a second ago.

When you ordered for Chris you decided to get him an Americano iced, with milk and one sugar. Adding a cake pop to your order, much to Chris’s amusement. He knew that you’d steal it from him later.

“I’ll have a Venti, Iced Caramel Macchiato with skim milk, and one slice of lemon bread to go, please.”

Your mouth must’ve hit the dirty Starbuck’s floor once he finished his order. You looked at Chris and saw he was amused by your expression when he glanced down at you, out of the corner of his eye.

“How the hell did you know that was what I liked?”

“Babe, we’ve gone on three dates and I’ve known you for what, a year now? If it’s mid-spring, and you aren’t wearing a jacket it’s an Iced Caramel Macchiato with skim milk, but you hate the thickness of regular milk, and lemon bread because it’s fucking awesome. No matter how much hate lemon bread gets, you’d defend it to your last dying breath.”

“I just don’t understand why this generation has no respect for lemon bread. It’s disgraceful!” Smiling down at you, he rests his head on top of yours as you two wait for your orders to be filled in the sea of busy Bostonian’s.

“So, what does your daily horoscope say today…” He peaked over and smiled, leaning back so people couldn’t get a good look at his face. He didn’t want to be recognized on your date, he wanted it to be just you two.

“What does it say?”

“Well, Miss. Aquarius, you are having a five-star day- and hey! So am I, the Gentle and Genuinely Handsome Gemini, if I may add.” Rolling your eyes, you put your hand on your hip, rolling your hand forward for him to continue. “It says; Wait for opportunities to come your way. You are waiting for a sign but you will not receive one unless you shoot for your goals. You are going to cross paths with…” He pauses for a second and smiles, leaning back as he looks at you. “What? I’m gonna cross paths with what?”

“The love of your life.” He says quietly.

You stopped for a second, and don’t even care when your name is rung out, “Order for Steve and order for James.”

Your eyes are wide, even while Chris moves to grab both your orders, “It says that?” Chris nodded, bringing you the lemon bread and iced drink.

“Yeah…”

“Well, what does your’s say?”

Chris sighed in content, pulling the door to the streets of Pant Suits and Cabbie’s yelling at one another. As the harsh winter air hit your faces, the breeze takes your hair back. Brushing the curly strands off of your shoulders that we’re covered in a simple black peacoat. “It said, ‘Gemini, you have already met your one and only. Don’t let them walk away without telling them how you feel or it will haunt you. You’ll regret it the moment they turn away into another lover’s arms.’”

Smiling down at you while you two start the short walk back to his apartment, Chris couldn’t help but a breath escapes him at the side of your perfect, pinched pink cheeks and puckered lips from being chapped from the vicious blowing winds.   “Well do you think your horoscope is true?”

“Hell yeah…” Chris answered you coolly, although a wave of anxiety hit him when he paused for a second before shooting a glance at you and quietly repeating you back your question, “Do you?”

You don’t need to look up from your lemon bread to know he’s watching you, you could just feel the love of his eyes bearing deep into your heart, making it pump blood faster every time those blue eyes were looking in your direction. With a small sip of your drink to let the bread go down easily, you reply confidently to Chris, not even skipping a step. “Fuck yeah.”

Smiling at you no longer feels like enough for him, so letting all fucks fly into the wind, he stood in front of you and bent down to land an impassioned kiss on your stinging lips that now just felt numb. Numb with a bee’s sting of love.

Chris was kissing you at the traffic light, not bothering to worry whether the world was watching or not. When the walkers started across the street, your lips parted from each other and Chris guided you along, letting you lean on him as a bit of support. Still in shock of the electricity that now coursed through your veins bled straight into your heart. Your brain was a haze by the moment you two just shared with a thousand other people on the corner of Village Street.

Together, you walk silently now, no longer feeling the need to fill the silence. The sky was blue and the sun had risen high above you two. Feeling his hand reach yours, you hooked your fingers with his and felt them grasp stronger, intertwining his fingers with yours. Chris was clutching onto you as if he was gonna lose you in the bustling crowd. Suddenly it felt like your safety came before his own on the bustling streets.

After a while, when you finally reached his apartment, you two sat down and relax for a second with Dodger begging to play fetch with his favorite toy, a rubber turtle that didn’t bounce that bad but let Dodger get in a bit of a good exercise until you’d take him down to Berrington Park.

Chris suddenly gives you the look of the joker, with a wide grin that could almost appear as sinister.  He was too cute to be sinister, though.  You took a bite of the lemon bread that was barely left. You had one, maybe two bites before it’d be done. Scarfing it down in what you knew would be very unflattering paparazzi photos soon.

“You made those horoscopes up, didn’t you?” Smirking, Chris nods, taking an unauthorized sip of your macchiato. Not that you cared or anything.

“What did yours really say, Chris?”

“It said…I’d  fall in love with a lemon head.” Smacking him on the arm, you giggle before surprising him and bringing him forward with your hand on the back of his head.

“Your such a clown sometimes, Christopher.”

“Some call it more sarcastic or dry.”

A soft smile fell onto your lips as you press them barely to Chris’s. He felt like a feather now laid on his lips. Setting the two drinks on the coffee table, you just barely mumbled into his kiss as those large, beautiful, slightly chapped  lips brought you in, “The Sarcastically Dry Comedian it is then.”

Good for him - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Good for him

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Castiel x Reader (a lil less)

Warnings: None

Summary: Imagine being Lucifer’s daughter and Dean and Sam taking you in, but being faced with suspicion from Dean’s side. As time goes by he realized it’s only his way of defence because his hunter insticts tell him you are going to turn evil like your father one day but he has only started falling hard for you. Only it’s too late because you seem to be in love with Cas, who has been nicer to you all along, and he’s lost any chance he could ever have with you. Or so he thinks.

A/N: It’s not clear who Reader really wants, although it leans towards Dean, there’s plenty of both in it.

Dean Winchester was never one to have much faith in his life. He was never one to hope that there was someone, God or Chuck whatever it was, that cared about him and anything he or the rest of humanity went through. He never was one to have faith that things would get better for him and his family, what was left of it. He was never one to hope he could have a chance out one day. He never was one to even let himself dream of a perfect life with a good enough girl by his side. One to love him without return, one to smile even in the darkest of moments and offer him a shoulder to lean on. One that he could look right in the eyes and feel his heart swell with real happiness and love, one he had yet to experience in his life. He never even had faith he could deserve her and all of that to begin with. Yet he had stumbled right upon her and didn’t even know it at first.

But he was so caught up in his grief and pain, so caught up with thinking like a warrior, putting everybody else before him and his feelings that he almost turned himself into a machine. He kept his mind occupied, thinking and calculating what was best, that he almost didn’t realize it had started happening. He almost forgot his feelings were there until he realized it and it was all too late.

“Hey, did you even hear a word I said?” Sam asked with a perplexed look and Dean blinked, looking up from his beer at the younger man with a frown.

“Huh what?” he blinked and Sam let out a sigh, leaning back in his chair.

“Alright, what is it this time?” he crossed his arms over his chest and Dean gave him a look.

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Shower Situation

Part II

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2,643

Warnings: a bit of swearing, unintentional immodesty

Summary: A broken shower and upcoming date are why you find yourself knocking on your neighbor’s door. The situation goes awry, to say the least.

A/N: Geez, this was longer than I expected. But hey, I had fun writing it.


Your raised fist hung limply in front of the apartment door, still having made no attempt to knock. Every fiber of your being didn’t want to ask Peter Parker to use his shower. God, that was such an awkward request to make.

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Happy Birthdays

Characters: Y/N Ackles, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki, Conan O’Brien

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: None really - just J2 being J2.   

Word Count: 1300ish

A/N: So not a planned fic but after I saw the Conan interview this idea have been haunting me.

I stole bits of the interview that would fit my story, but disregarded some of it cause in this story Jensen isn’t have has never been married to Danneel, therefore no JJ. No hate what so ever against Jensen or his beautiful family. This is only fiction and let’s just assume the amazing Danneel Harris is happy with someone else.

Thanks to @torn-and-frayed for being awesome and betaing this for me last minute.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

You couldn’t have been more excited for your husband. He had literally been buzzing for days previous to this interview. It had been a long time since he had been on a show like this and Conan was one of his all time favorites. You couldn’t have been more proud of him as you sat in the front row with Gen waiting for your husbands to take the stage.

You smiled, applauding the boys along with Gen and the rest of the audience when they took the stage. Jensen looked so confident and relaxed, which made you even prouder. Jensen hadn’t always been this relaxed in front of a big audience. When you had first met, this would have terrified him and you would probably have been backstage trying to calm him and take his mind off what was about to happen rather than sitting, smiling and waving at him in your chair next to your best friend. Jensen had grown immensely and you had been at his side every step of the way. First as his friend, then girlfriend and for the past few years, his wife. You loved him more than you had ever thought possible to love another human being and he made you proud every day.

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comfortable ⇢ thiam

gif isn’t mine!

A/N: oh hello thought you’d seen the last of me? i’m back with a shitty ass thiam imagine but i love these boyfriends too much not to post this

warnings: none other than shitty lmao

pairing: theo raeken and liam dunbar

word count: 1,3k


It had been weeks since Theo had properly slept with all the things happening around Beacon Hills and his own life. The nightmares in which his sister continuously ripped his heart out of his chest were a daily thing by now and Theo had no idea how to get rid of those, at all.

Theo had driven his car to a cliff where he could see the whole city of Beacon Hills. As cheesy as it sounds, he loved the way the houses were light up, creating this golden glow in the city making it look peaceful which was far from the truth. Theo enjoyed it, no hunters trying to get his head on a stick and no Malia annoying him.

A content sigh left his lips as he closed his eyes and breathed in. If only he could feel as calm as he does right now all the time. Theo slowly opened up his eyes and walked back to his car, slowly getting in. He took his blanket from the backseat, trying to get comfy.

Theo was woken up to the sound of a knock on his car window, making him slightly jump. A torch was pointed at him, the light blinding Theo and making a groan get past his lips. Theo’s eyes widened when he realized who was the person who had woken him up.

“Liam what the fuck are you doing in the middle of the woods at night?”

“Get out of the car Theo”, Liam said slightly annoyed.

Theo got out of his car, slamming his door closed. “You’re the one who woke me up I should be the annoyed one here.”

“Shut up Theo. Why aren’t you sleeping in your home?” Liam asked his voice full of concern this time.

“Dunbar, you really crack me up sometimes”, Theo still was confused as to why he liked this dumbass who was quite the clueless one often.

Liam furrowed his eyebrows together, trying to figure out what was going on. Truth be told, he had never seen Theo go home or even talk about it. Liam’s eyes widened as he finally had figured out.

“You live in your car?” Liam slowly asked, just to be sure. A chuckle got past Theo’s lips as he shook his head. Out of all the boys in Beacon Hills he had to fall for this one.

“I can see now why Mason is the smart one.”

“Theo you can’t sleep in your car, that can’t be comfortable or legal even.” Liam was looking straight into Theo’s eyes, trying to figure him out. Ever since he had gotten Theo out of hell he had changed, in a positive way but in also a worrying type of way. He looked scared most of the time, making Liam’s heart break.

“Done it for weeks now, getting used to my muscles aching all the time.”

“I don’t want you to sleep in your car, I have a spare mattress in my room in which you can sleep on. It would definitely be more comfortable than your car.”

“Oh, is little Dunbar worried?” Theo smirked as he looked at the younger boys cheeks flush red.

“Just… Shut up Theo and drive your car to my place,” Liam said as he walked over to the other side of the car and got in.

Theo looked around Liam’s room, this was his first time ever in it. Much to his surprise it wasn’t messy like every typical teenagers room usually is. Liam was shifting around, making room for Theo’s stuff and the mattress.

“Dunbar, you really don’t have to do this,” Theo said with a sigh. He was grateful for everything Liam had done for him, he was the one who got him out of hell for god’s sake.

Liam turned around to look at the brown haired boy, really not knowing what to say. He cared about Theo, much more than he actually should. Instead of saying anything, he just pointed at the mattress that was ready for Theo.

“You can go and change in the bathroom, if you want to.” Liam said with a sigh.

Theo raised his eyebrows at Liam’s words, only for a smirk to appear on his face. Theo turned around and slowly took off his shirt, knowing fully well Liam was watching.

“What are you doing?” Liam asked, his voice quiet. When he proposed (or almost force) Theo to come live in his house until he found another place to sleep in instead of his car.

Theo let out a chuckle, his mind instantly going back to the moment when Liam first asked him that in the hospital. He still remembers that night like it was yesterday. It was the first time in years that Theo had done something that wasn’t selfish. He was glad he did it for Liam, he really liked that boy and would actually sacrifice his life for him.

“It’s been a while since you’ve said that” he simply said as he went to take off his pants, leaving him in only his underwear. Theo was quiet as he listened to Liam’s heart rate go up with his every move. “Liam, your gay is showing.”

Liam was taken back by Theo’s words, trying to not stare at his back muscles. Liam quickly coughed in an attempt to get himself back together again. “I’m not gay, what are you talking about?”

Theo once again shook his head, turning around once again before walking closer to Liam. “I can read your chemosignals, remember? You might not be gay, but there sure as hell is no heterosexual explanation for this.”

Both of their heartbeats were going crazy, they both could hear it. They both knew fully well they saw each other as more than friends, but none of them were doing a concrete move.

Liam was now pushed against the wall, the distance between the two boys only being a mere centimeters. “Liam?” Theo breathed out as he looked at the shorter boy in the eyes.

“Yes?” Liam whispered as his eyes unwillingly fluttered close.

“Would it be bad if I liked you? As like in the like you way that it’d be cool to pin you against a wall and kiss you?”

If it even were possible at this point, Liam’s heartbeat quickened. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing right now. The guy he had liked even when he still was with his now ex-girlfriend actually liked him back, and he wasn’t even dreaming.

“No. I might feel the same way,” Liam said with his eyes still closed, not daring to open them up.

With that Theo closed the gap between the two, his lips meeting Liam’s soft ones. Their lips moved in perfect sync, making all those fireworks that everyone talk about go off  in Theo’s stomach.

It felt good, hell, it felt right. It was like Liam was the thing that was missing in Theo’s life until this very moment. Theo pulled away with a smile as both of their eyes fluttered open.

Theo moved his hand to Liam’s cheek, carefully caressing it with his thumb. They were just standing there, in a comfortable silence and looking into each others eyes. For the first time in a while they were both happy.

“Liam?” Theo broke the silence between the two after a few minutes.

Liam just hummed as an answer, not bothering to speak up this time.

“What the fuck were you doing in the woods in the middle of the night?”

A blush creeped up on Liam’s face for the second time that night. “I was on a walk trying to calm myself down, I didn’t want to have another one of those nights when I run around the woods naked. Scott wasn’t exactly happy about that slip up.”

“I can’t believe you’re the guy I like.” Theo said with a laugh, as he leaned in to kiss Liam again.

anonymous asked:

Can you write a fix where Betty and Jughead have gone their separate ways but Betty is jugheads emergency contact still and one day jughead gets into a horrible accident and Betty gets a called.

Okay!
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Walking out of the dark office she spent Most of her time in, Betty waved at Lucy, the older receptionist with the turquoise glasses and bright red lipstick.

“See you tomorrow Lucy.” She tugged her dark blue windbreaker tight around her shoulders as the white haired woman smiled

“See you tomorrow Dr.Cooper.”

Betty made her way through the sliding glass doors of the Paws and Pets Veterinarian clinic. She was an accomplished veterinarian and everyone in the town knew of her and loved her, she had saved countless hamsters from their untimely death and she could work magic on a Pomeranian with a cold. Her life was steady and exactly where she wanted it, she was due to open her own clinic in Riverdale, just a town over. While Pembrooke was beautiful, Riverdale would always be her home. So sure, she was content, happy even, but still.. something was missing.

The familiar rainforest ringtone snapped Betty out of her daze and she dug in her coat pocket in search of the offending cause of noise, the thick wool gloves she had on made answering the unknown number fairly difficult, with a triumphant “HA” she finally brought the phone to her ear.

“Hello?” The blonde asked confused, she rarely ever got phone calls from unknown numbers, they usually just called the clinic.

“Hello, is this Elizabeth Cooper?” The voice was serious and deep.

“Yes. That’s me , can I ask who’s calling?”

“This is Riverdale Emergency hospital, I’m calling in regards to Jughead Jones, you’re listed as his emergency contact. There’s been an accident, Im going to need..” Betty slammed the phone shut as she hopped in her car, speeding through every red light, that dared come in her way.

After an incredibly anxious fifteen minute ride, Betty slammed through the doors of the hospital, her eyes searching frantically for anyone who seemed to be working at the hospital.

“Hello?!” She called desperately. “Someone please! I need to see Jughead.. Jughead Jones.” She pushed though people, grabbing anyone. Suddenly she felt a warm hand smooth over her shoulder

“You can come with me ms.Cooper.” A middle aged male nurse, tugged her gently towards the waiting area and sat her down, handing her a cup of water and speaking quietly
“Mr.Jones’ doctor will be out very soon, for now, relax here.” He smiled again and walked the opposite way, leaving Betty with shaking hands and wandering thoughts.

Six years. It had been six years since she had heard from Jughead Jones. Six years since they had broken up and promised to keep in touch, but life got in the way, Betty’s schoolwork, Jughead new found popularity after he became a NewYork Times bestselling author. They just drifted apart. That didn’t mean she didn’t own every single copy of every single book he had written, notes scattered in the margins. But here she was, sitting in a hospital waiting for news on her first love, her heart racing in her chest, stomach in knots.

“Elizabeth Cooper?”

She whipped around at the voice and rushed over to the tall man In the doctors scrubs.
“Is he okay? What happened? Can i see him? If you let him die I will sue you for everything, my best friend is Veronica Lodge, best lawyer in all of NewYork.” She threatened, her eyes filling with tears.

“Ms.Cooper, Jughead is fine. He was in a minor motorcycle accident, the extent of his injuries is a broken arm. You can go in and see him.” He stepped aside with a knowing smile and right before Betty breezed past him, she turned around.

“His medical records, are they old? Do you maybe still have his emergency contact from high school?” She questioned, her voice the picture of faux steady and cool.

The doctor smiled softly
“Actually Mr.Jones just came in last month to update his records, he still signed you as his emergency contact.”

Betty stared for a moment longer, her eyes somewhere far away, somewhere colored with leather jackets and strawberry milkshakes, a hidden smile appearing on her face before she raced down the hall.

Slamming the door to his hospital room open, she smiled when she saw him attempting to wrap his flannel over the sling on his arm.

“I hope that’s not your writing hand.” She spoke softly, still causing him to jump and turn quickly, his eyes widening when he saw Betty standing in the doorway.

“Betty?” He asked confused, his eyes wide in awe and looking desperately handsome in his scruffy bearded glory, she was struck by how similar he looked to his father.

“the doctor called. I’m your emergency contact remember?” She smiled and took a seat on the bed beside him.

He groaned and smacked his good hand to his forehead

“This hardly constitutes an emergency, I’m so sorry Betty.” He blushed light pink and looked away.

“Hey.” She brought his attention back to her “ im happy they called me. I don’t know what I would have done if something had happened to you and I didn’t know.. I didn’t..” she trailed off, her fingers moving to dig into her palms, even after all these years she still hadn’t dropped the habit.

Jughead was quick to catch it, just like he always had been, enveloping both of her hands with his.

“I’m okay.” He whispered, eyes burning into hers.

“When they called me I was so scared.. I thought something really bad had happened.. I thought I had lost you and I never even had the Chance…” she trailed off

Jughead brought his fingers to her chin, tilting it up so her eyes met his again

“Had the chance to what?” He urged her to finish, her dark grassy green eyes met his ocean blue and after a second she mumbled something suspiciously similar to
“Oh hell.”
And her lips were on his, his good arm gripping her waist, while her hands buried themselves in his hair. It was like two ships coming to dock. It was one of those lifetime original movie moments. Romeo and Juliet reunited and no one had to die.

When Jughead pulled away he panted, resting his forehead against Betty’s
“I come three times a year to make sure you’re still my emergency contact, I wouldn’t want anyone else but you by my side.” He whispered into the quiet air, his nose nuzzling hers as he breathed in her familiar scent. She was home to him, no matter how long it took he had always known he would come back home.

“Next time you want to see me, just call. You don’t have to get into a motorcycle accident every time. Your insurance will skyrocket.” She giggled and he grinned, pressing his lips to hers again

“You got it Juliet.”

“Flat out” - h.s. Part 6

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

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The air was humid as you jogged up the steps in your white sneakers, kicking the door open with the nudge of your hip as you held the box in your hands. Harry groaned when the door opened and you merely smiled at him, quickly closing it behind you.

“Do you know why I invest in air conditioning, Y/N?” Harry asked, running his hands through his sweaty and damp hair. “It’s to keep the inside cool. And with you opening windows and keeping the door open all the time, that’s kind of hard to do.”

You rolled your eyes and placed the heap of boxes on the counter as Harry watched you. You were dressed much cuter and more casual than you had in the past with school, and Harry realized that it was because you could breathe again. You had no one to impress. You’d gotten a job. And now was just that transition phase before you moved on with your life.

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Solace (M)

(Gif not mine)

Requested

Rated (M) for slightly suggestive content and mature themes

Genre: angst, fluff

“Just stay home tonight.”

You finished tying your hair up before looking up to the mirror in front of you. A smile spread across your face when you saw your boyfriend, Mark standing behind you in the reflection. He was shirtless, wearing only loose basketball shorts and a snapback that held his hair out of his face.

“I can’t,” you sighed as you took a makeup brush off the bathroom counter and swiped it across your blush palette. “I have a late shift at work.”

“Call in sick,” Mark slyly suggested while wrapping his arms around you from behind, making sure to squeeze you tight. “Say you have the flu or something.” He added before placing kisses along your shoulders.

You giggled while you applied blush onto the apples of your cheeks, casually enjoying the tingling feeling of his soft lips on your skin. “As convincing as that sounds, I don’t have any more off days.” You replied while you felt him sink his teeth down on your skin, nibbling on the edge of your neck. You bit your lip from the pleasure and Mark continued with his satisfying actions before speaking up.

“Mmm, why don’t you have any days left?” He innocently asked, allowing you to feel his cool breath against your warm skin.

You finished applying your makeup and set it down on the counter before turning around to see his handsome face. His sharp features and dark colored eyes glistened under the light of the vanity mirror. Mark shot you a teasing smile when you faced him, allowing you to get a glimpse of his tongue piercing and shiny teeth.

You’re the reason I don’t have any more off days,” you stated, throwing your arms around his neck. “I’ve called in so many times so I can stay with you.”

He chuckled, “Baby you make it sound like a bad thing…didn’t I make those times worth it?”

You felt your face heat up at the thought of the steamy nights you two had on your ‘sick days’. You had to admit, calling in sick all the time just to stay the night with your boyfriend wasn’t professional and quite stupid on your part.

But it was sure as hell fun.

“Eh~,” you teased in response and he faked a gasp, looking rather offended before tilting his head down and kissing you hard. Closing your eyes, you were rather quick to respond as soon as you felt the softness of his smooth lips against yours. You felt your body become trapped against his as he grasped the wall behind you – keeping you beneath him while his tongue dragged across your bottom lip, begging for entrance until you parted your lips for him.

As soon as you did you felt the coolness of his silver piercing against your mouth. You ran your own tongue over it, feeling the metal on your muscle as he continued to kiss you with such passion and ease.

You jumped in surprise as your boyfriend suddenly gripped your ass under your skirt, causing him to chuckle within the kiss as you playfully smacked his shoulder. “How about we make this a quickie.” He offered between kisses before seductively dragging his finger down your lip. “You won’t miss your shift, I promise.”

You looked at him as you parted your lips further, ready to take his offer before glancing at the time on your phone.

And with all good things, they had to come to an end as you remembered you had to leave for work in only a couple of minutes.

Mark groaned when you suddenly pulled away – giving you a displeased look and wishing you would give in so you two could then finish what you started on his bed this time.

“As tempting as that sounds…I have to leave already,” you breathed against his lips and he let out an annoyed sigh as you walked out of the bathroom.

“Fine.” Mark pouted, “But I’m driving you.” He announced as he grabbed a white t-shirt from one of the drawers.

“It’s only two blocks away,” you commented while you stood in the front doorway, fixing the last few buttons on your uniform. “I can just walk.”

Your boyfriend shot you a dumbfounded look as he walked towards you clothed and with his keys, “Babe.” He huffed. “It’s dark outside and there’s creeps out there. I’m not going to let you walk to work this late. Besides…I was going to pick you up and surprise you anyways.” He shyly admitted.

You smiled and stepped towards him, “Aw you’re such a good boyfriend.” You cooed before giving him a small peck on the lips.

“The best boyfriend,” Mark corrected with a grin and kissed you again.

You laughed when you saw he had some pink lipstick stuck on his lips from your earlier endeavors. “Also a pretty boyfriend,” you commented while pointing to his lips. Realizing what you meant, he narrowed his eyebrows and quickly wiped the color from his mouth until it was completely gone.

“What a shame, I thought pastel pink really suited you.” You smirked and he couldn’t help but laugh as you two walked out the door.


You bid your boyfriend goodbye as he pulled up to the front of the restaurant you worked at. It was Friday night and the place was booming with people, meaning you could hear the chatter and music from outside.

“Your shift ends at midnight right?” Mark cautiously asked from the driver’s seat while glaring at all the people standing outside.

“Yeah,” you answered and he nodded his head.

“Alright, I’ll be in the front to pick you up then.” Mark promised with a confident tone. “I’ll see you then baby girl.” He added and you leaned in to give him one last kiss before opening the door and getting out of his car.


“Y/N table five is still waiting on their order!” Kevin, your manager called out from the kitchen. You finished refilling another customer’s drink before rushing to the back and grabbing the forgotten order of food.

“Sorry about that,” you politely said as you placed baskets of hot wings and curly fries in front of the customers at table five.

“It’s okay, it’s really busy tonight.” A woman from the table replied with a smile before you grabbed a pitcher of water and refilled her glass. As soon as you were done catering to that table, you swiftly moved around to the other tables in your designated area and made sure they were all taken care of.

You found yourself bringing beer after beer as tonight was game night, which meant people were drunk and screaming like maniacs for their favorite teams. “Move out of the way lady!” You heard a man shout at you from a table nearby, angry that you were standing in front of one of the flat screens as you refilled a beer.

“Sorry,” you mumbled before quickly grabbing the drink and scurrying out of the way.

“Hey baby, we need another round.” Another man, clearly looking drunk called out to you when you passed by him and his buddies. They were all holding their empty beer glasses up, motioning for you to refill them.

You hesitated before going towards them and grabbing their glasses. Their table wasn’t in your designated area but in that moment you decided doing a quick refill wouldn’t hurt anyone as their waiter was nowhere to be seen.

“Well aren’t you a pretty little thing,” the same man added with a stupid grin plastered on his red face. You noticed the name tag on his shirt read, Louis. He had greasy hair and looked to be about eight or ten years older than you.

His friends held the same appearance and were all wearing expensive dress shirts and loosened ties, most likely from work as they seemed to be the type to stop and drink straight afterwards.

You ignored Louis’ comment as you grabbed the last glass before he spoke up again. “I would do anything to have a pretty girl like you for a night.” He added and all of his friends stared at you with eerie smirks.

“Um, no thanks.” You sassed with a disgusted look before turning to walk away.

But just as you did, you felt a sudden yank to your body as Louis grabbed your arm. “Hey! Let go of me!” You loudly demanded and within seconds your manager came rushing over and pulled the man away from you.

“Get out of my restaurant!” Kevin shouted to the drunken idiots while he pointed towards the front door. “Awe, c’mon. We were just having some fun,” Louis argued as he stood up with his hands up in the air.

Not wanting to hear anymore, Kevin raised his voice. “I’ll call the cops if you don’t leave!” He threatened one last time before the drunk gang of men proceeded to unsteadily walk out of the restaurant.

“Idiots these days,” Kevin further scolded while looking at them and shaking his head in disgust. Looking around, you could see other customers gawking at the scene before continuing to drink while the last commercial finished and the game came back on.

With the rude men now gone, you returned to your fulfilling your shift with much more ease and by near closing time, the crowd had died down as the game was finally over – with only one customer now left at the bar.

You continued cleaning your designated area, taking the last few empty plates to the dishwasher before Kevin stopped you. “Y/N you can leave early once you’re done.” He informed from beside the bar. “I’ll take care of this last customer.”

“Really? Thanks.” You grinned while taking off your nametag and untying your apron from around your waist. You grabbed your belongings from the back lockers and saw it was now only 15 minutes until midnight, which meant Mark would be back to pick you up soon.

With a quick bid goodbye to your manager, you wasted no time in rushing out of the restaurant and closing the door behind you. The cool wind nipped at your skin as soon as you stood outside in front of the building.

You were faced with an empty parking lot and the view of an unusually not-so starry sky. Looking ahead, you could see the street lights on the other side of the road were unfavorably dim while others were blinking uncontrollably.

Sounds of the wind whistling were heard as you leaned against the brick wall, tapping one foot against the concrete floor while you waited for your boyfriend to arrive. You could hear the faint sound of crickets in the plants nearby, strumming their night melodies while you looked back up to the sky. It was a waning crescent moon tonight – just as the news had predicted. You found yourself in awe, gazing up at the light that was surrounded by darkness.

That was until you heard footsteps.

At first you didn’t pay much attention to the sound, assuming it to be the last customer of the night walking to his car.

However as the sound grew nearer, you soon realized you were wrong.

The footsteps began to grow louder and ragged, sounding like more than one pair of feet as it quickly turned into shuffling and scattering across the sidewalk ground.

And it was at that moment you finally looked towards the noise.

It was coming from across the street, with figures hidden beneath the shadows of trees and darkness of the night. You stared ahead, trying to see who was standing over there as you squinted your eyes for a better focus.

The only light available to you was the moon from above and the few dying lamp posts that gave you a chance to see only when they flashed on for a mere five seconds.

And it was at that moment you caught sight of who was standing on the other end. You felt your heart drop as there, standing under one of the dim lamp post, was Louis and his group of drunken men from earlier.

And they were staring straight at you.

However, only this time they weren’t being the loud, obnoxious jerks from earlier, no. Instead they were all silent, merely uttering a thing or two to each other while still looking over at you from the other side of the road.

And each time the lamp posts would flicker off, you could feel a cold shiver running down your spine – making its way through your body and causing goosebumps to form on your skin. You wanted to run back inside – to run towards safety while your manager was still there but as soon as you tried, you couldn’t. It was as if your feet were glued to the floor, not allowing you to move from your current spot as you could suddenly feel all your muscles tense up in fear.

So at that moment all you could do was stare back at them. Biting down on your bottom lip hard, you attempted to keep a straight face despite your trembling features. For a second the men seemed to stop coming near you as they all stayed huddled near the flickering lights.

While keeping your eyes on them, you shoved your hand inside your bag, nervously fishing for your phone until you saw one of them pick up a rock and throw it at the light bulb from above, knocking it out and continuing to hit them all one by one.

And that’s when everything went pitch black.  

With a shriek, your trembling hands were scrounging through the bag, feeling for the phone while your eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness.

But just as that ounce of hope sparked in you when you retrieved the phone, you could hear the footsteps again.

And they were only getting closer.

With the poor lighting of your phone, you found your way to the door, banging on it with all the adrenaline now piercing through your veins when you realized Kevin had locked it up for the night. “Kevin!” You shouted, hoping he would hear you. “Kevin! Open the door please!”

The footsteps were growing closer as you kept frantically smashing your fist against the door. You dared to turn back – feeling numb in the face as you saw they were now running towards you. With no time to spare, you regretfully left the restaurant door, running around towards the back entrance as you could hear numerous cat calls throughout the silence of the night. The things they were yelling at you were disgusting, coming from men who thought of you like some play toy rather than a human being.

Running around the back corner you found the other door, wasting no time in trying to open it until you realized it too was locked. “Kevin!” You called out. “Is anybody in there? It’s Y/N. Open the door please!” You begged as you were on the verge of tears while simultaneously dialing emergency on your phone.

“Hello, 9-1-1 what’s your emergency?” The operator calmly asked from the other end.

But just as you proceeded to speak, the line suddenly shut off. “Hello? Hello?” You repeated frantically before taking a glance at your phone screen.

And when you did, you caught a glimpse of the 1% at the top right corner just before it shut off.  “No…” you whimpered as you frantically pressed the power button – trying to somehow regain battery power as you continuously finagled with the damn thing.

“Well look who it is, boys,” a haunting voice boomed behind you.

You felt yourself snap around to face the predator as you heard more footsteps coming near. Under the dim moonlight you could see a few figures standing in front of you, standing tall and wide as they neared your presence. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing here all alone at night?” Louis asked in a taunting tone, coming closer as the others circled around you like a pack of lions.

You smacked his hand away as he held a finger up to your cheek before trying to push past the group. “Not so fast,” he called as two of his friends pushed you back in the circle. “Don’t touch me!” You hissed at them, attempting to leave again before you felt a harsh yank onto your hair. “Hey I wasn’t don’t talking to you!” The man shouted, his voice laced with alcohol and drunken anger as he forcefully pulled you back to him.

Your back collided with his chest and he spun you around to face him – gripping both your wrists with his large hand as he refrained you from attacking him. “Little bitch! You’re the one that got us kicked out earlier!” He spat until you stomped on his foot and elbowed him in the stomach.

He let out a groan in pain before yanking his hand back and slapping you firm across the cheek, causing you to fall back as you screamed out. You felt your back hit against the hard ground, skidding your elbows and forearms against the gravel of the parking lot as you tried to cushion your fall.

Louis then got on top of you, holding your bruised wrists above your head as he played with your hair, twirling strands of it between his dirty fingers. “Let go of me!” You screamed as tears began to pool in your eyes. “Please just leave me alone.”

But despite your desperate cries, you could hear the Louis’ friends in the background laughing and pointing till their hearts content. You wondered how a group could be so cruel, so vicious to stand there and laugh at you as you screamed for dear life.

“Shut up!” Louis urged, placing his hand over your mouth as he eyed the buttons of your uniform shirt. You screamed again and again, watching as he licked his lips disgustingly.

With all your strength and adrenaline you tried to fight him off, kicking your legs and hips up in a desperate attempt to hurt him and somehow get off the ground.

But as you laid there struggling, more tears streamed down your face as you began to think this was it. There was no physical way you were going to be able to break free from this man…and even if you did, where would you go? His friends were all circling you, acting like a group of hungry hyenas just waiting for their prey to be released.

And it was at that moment that you shut your eyes, wishing not to suffer before you suddenly heard a loud bone cracking sound.

The sound was soon followed by silence as the laughter had quickly stopped – being replaced by curses and yelling soon afterwards. Your eyes shot open as soon as you felt the weight off of you and you were met with the sight of your boyfriend, Mark.

“Don’t you fucking touch her!” Mark screamed, proceeding to kick Louis on the ground as the other men shouted at him. Looking beside you, you saw Louis was profusely bleeding from the mouth, catching a glimpse of his stained teeth as the blood ran down his chin and onto his clothes.

“Fuck you prick!” Louis spat before Mark furiously kicked him again, using more force until Louis coughed out more blood.

Within seconds Louis’ gang of friends started charging towards the two of you, with some grabbing scraps of sharp broken glass from a garbage nearby and rushing forward.

In a 6 vs. 1 fight, Mark knew he couldn’t defend the two of you and instead helped you up, exclaiming an urgent “Let’s go!” while he grabbed your hand and quickly led you away with him.

The two of you ran as fast as you possibly could, with the men all hot on your trails as they chased you. As soon as Mark let go, you ran to the passenger side of the car – racing to open the door as Mark struggled to retrieve his keys from his pocket.

But just as he did, you screamed as one of the men caught up to him, launching forward and hitting your boyfriend on the back of the head with a metal bar. You watched in horror as your boyfriend fell to the ground, laying there lifeless as blood gushed from the back of his head before the man raised up the bar to hit him again.

“NO!” Your voice shrilled as you screamed at the top of your lungs. “NO! STOP PLEASE!” You continued hysterically before you suddenly felt shaken by the hands of someone holding onto your shoulders.

“Y/N wake up! Wake up, baby!”

Your eyes shot open to the familiar sound of Mark calling out your name, urging you to wake up multiple times before he realized you were finally awake. You stared at him with eyes red and full of tears as you struggled to catch your breath. Upon seeing you, his eyes widened as well, looking worried as he cupped the sides of your panicked face.

You took a good look at the man in front of you, frantically examining him and the room you two were in. You quickly recognized the familiar place being your boyfriend’s bedroom before looking back to Mark. He was dressed in baggy clothes and his hair was a mess as he had just woken up by the sound of your frantic screaming.

“Y-you’re not hurt?” You muttered, looking worried as you gripped onto him.

Mark shook his head in response, “No, I’m fine.” He calmly stated and you glanced down to search for any marks or bruises on his arms. “But there were these awful men – they hit you a-and-” you explained before bursting into tears once more.

Keeping your face close to his, he wiped your tears with his thumbs, looking you in the eyes as he said, “Please don’t cry baby. I’m okay, I promise.”

You held him tight, burying your face in his shirt as you tried to calm down. “Shhh its okay,” he consoled as he wrapped his arms around you. “It was just a dream…a bad dream.”

And there the two of you were, holding onto each other for dear life as your tears slowly began to subside. There was something about the sound of his voice that comforted you. It was hard to describe but after a while you found yourself closing your eyes once more as he ran his hand over your head gently, letting you fall back to sleep in his arms as the two of you laid down.

And before you knew it you were asleep, surrounded by the solace of your beloved boyfriend, Mark.

“It was just a dream,” he repeated. “Just a bad, bad dream.”

Notorious (pt. 01)

Pairing: Taehyung | Reader
Genre: Angst, future Smut & a bit of Fluff…
Word Count: 8k

Summary: Kim fucking Taehyung was notorious for being a pranker, a player and an asshole, and you hated him for it.

A/N: hey guys! So this is the story I’ve been writing this past week. Let me know what you think of it and if you liked it :)

Pt. 01  |  Pt. 02




“When we go out at night
And stars are shining bright 
Up in the skies above 
Or at the high school dance 
Where you can find romance 
Maybe it might be lo-o-o-o-ove”

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Dating Crowley Would Include:

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Author’s Note: I’m thinking of doing another version of this, expect the reader would be human. What do you all think? And possibly making this into an actual oneshot? Maybe? Also, I think this is the longest “dating x would include” that I’ve made so far, but I hope you all don’t mind. I also hope you all like this! Next week, I think I’ll put out the first installment of sister!reader x Jax Teller. I’m not gonna do a long series for that, probably three parts at the most.


  • First meeting him during his crossroad demon days
  • You want to make a deal with him for something
  • Crowley takes an interest in you since he popped up at the crossroads
  • Constantly keeping an eye on you during those ten years of the contract
  • He’s even there when the hellhounds come for you
  • In the shadows because he doesn’t want you to know
  • Crowley keeping track of you when your soul turns into a demon
  • And watches you become higher rank
  • When Crowley becomes King of Hell, you were one of his first supporters
  • Becoming then his right hand
  • Crowley always asking for you opinion on different subjects
  • You letting him know straight off you don’t like the Winchesters and Castiel
  • Crowley adding your boldness to the list of things he likes about you
  • Crowley just saying out loud (after a very stressful day in hell) how he feels about you
  • And much to Crowley’s surprise, you liked him back
  • Crowley keeping you safe when shit starts going down
  • Not introducing to the Winchesters and Castiel right away because they might try to hurt you
  • Knowing that Crowley is always watching you
  • But not really caring because you know how much he worries about you
  • Crowley giving you nicknames
  • Such as: kitten, darling, love, and even queen
  • The other demons start referring you as queen
  • Being bumped from the right hand to the Queen of Hell
  • Crowley waiting on you hand and foot
  • Helping Crowley take down Lucifer
  • Getting upset when The Winchesters just see Crowley as something instead of someone
  • Getting to meet Rowena
  • Getting to meet Gavin
  • Crowley not liking how close you and his mother have got
  • Rowena giving you some magic pointers
  • Going into the throne room when it’s just Crowley
  • And walking up to the throne
  • And just sitting in his lap
  • Legs thrown over the arm of the throne
  • Not being on friendly terms to the Winchesters and Castiel as Crowley is
  • But understanding how they can be of use sometimes
  • Crowley kissing you before he leaves hell
  • Crowley holding your hand in front of everyone
  • Crowley loving you as much as his demon heart will let him
  • And you doing the same
*Tease* (1000 Follower Fic!!)(Stuckony)

Alright darlings!!! You asked and I wrote– this was supposed to be a thousand words of smut for my thousand followers, but things got a little out of control. So here’s Chapter One… of an unspecified amount of smut. I mean this very well may turn into a full size fic because I got this idea of Tony being bored with his soldiers and trying to tease them into being kinky with him and… well anyway. Just read it lol any and all ideas are welcome because I love this so much already.

I love all my readers and followers!! You guys are the best!! Thank you so much for all the love you show me and my fics!!!

Enjoy!!!

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Tony was going to be the death of Steve. Bucky too, of course, or at least probably, but Bucky was more used to this sort of thing, this sort of—thing. That Tony was doing. With his mouth. And a–a–lollipop.

Bucky had been teased and chased by girls and guys for years before the war. He was used to the flirty, dirty things girls did with candy and drinks that were meant to get a fella thinking about… about that. So Bucky. Bucky would have been fine with this.

But it was gonna be the death of Steve.

He was literally barely keeping it together, sitting at the kitchen table, so hard in his pants he was sure there would be a wet spot on the front of his khakis if he stood up. So he definitely wasn’t standing up and he thought he would die if he kept sitting there but what else could he do?

Because Tony, his sweet, perfect boyfriend Tony, was sitting primly on the counter chatting with Natasha, his legs kicking the air innocently, laughing over something she said, and sucking on a lollipop like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

A big one too, one of those multi colored, swirled, eight or nine inch things you only got at candy stores or fairs.

And right now, Tony’s perfect little pink tongue was lapping up and down the damn thing, his lips looking sticky and sweet as he sucked on the end and every few seconds he’d give a little sigh and lick his lips before putting a few inches of it in his mouth and—

And Steve was going to die.

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Zach Dempsey - A to Z

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): Well, that’s the thing, Zach can get turned on by almost everything, really. Like the way you’re biting your pen while looking at him, scratching his scalp during a small kiss or even just watching you train with the girls or even looking at you and finding you specially sexy that day. But his biggest, ever, turn on is when you’re sucking on his skin, just down his jawline, while gently scratching your fingernails on his nape. The boy loses his shit, a complete silence and embarrassed mess from being with the biggest boner in the middle of the bleachers during gym class or in the cafeteria.

You were still recovering from an ankle problem, acquired during the cheerleaders’ workouts, so that you were restricted in performing physical activities and released from PE class. Today was one of those days where the Coach was letting everyone be lazy, with only four groups taking turns playing volleyball. The rest of the students were either climbing the ropes in some sort of ridiculous competition or waiting their turn while walking around the gym. So it was in the bleachers you stood, calmly waiting for the end of the class, laying on your stomach with your backpack serving as a pillow. You were almost dozing off when someone decided to play in the bleachers, making the wood tremble. You were prepared to send the person to hell when someone leaned over you, soft and warm lips pressing into yours. You opened your eyes, shocked, until you relaxed with the familiar sight of your boyfriend’s dark, warm eyes.

- “Zach! You frightened me.” - You argued, pushing him lightly. He sent you one of those sweet smiles so characteristic of him in return. Moving to place a kiss on your cheek before sitting on your side.

- "Because? I just gave you a kiss.”- He shrugged as he sat on the bleachers.

- “Exactly. Someone kissed me by surprise and I have a boyfriend.” -  You tried to cast a disapproving look at him, but he had such a cute expression that you ended up smiling at him. His eyes seemed to burn for a second.

- “No one would dare steal a kiss from you. I would fight their asses. ”- Zach was a Big Guy, completely capable of actually doing some real damage in a fight, with all those muscles that being an athlete since he was a child had assured him, but the possibility of this happening was laughable in a way that even the way he spoke the words was funny. But you did not say anything, just sent another smile at him as you rose from the stands to sit beside him, standing with one leg on each side of him, and placed your head on his shoulder, giving a small kiss to the warm skin discovered by the sleeveless shirt and then leaning back at his side comfortably, her legs lovingly embracing his body.

- “I’m sure you would, babe. Don’t worry.”

But then Zach’s body was really hot, in that way that made cling to him in one hug one of the most delicious things and soon your arms came to wrap around his trunk, but giving up when you realized he was too big and you would be uncomfortable, setting by just closing your hands on his shirt. He gave a little laugh at the way you had wrapped around him, turning his face to kiss your forehead. You smiled and looked at him, quickly struck by the urge to kiss him.

- “You’re staring at my mouth.” - He accused, drawing your foreheads together to force you to look deeply into his eyes. There was a convinced smile on his lips and although the look on Zach’s face was carefree and confident, there was a nice blush tingling his cheeks.

- “Am I?” - You breathed, feigning ignorance though your eyes drifted to his delicious lips again. He smiled and you watched his lips part in that delicious smile, a line of perfectly white teeth appearing and suddenly you were thinking of wrong things. You smiled back, and then leaned up to kiss him, and though you had planned a chaste and caressing kiss, somehow your tongue traced his lower lip and you got lost in Zach’s mouth when he granted you passage.

You wanted to blame the Gym and its structure or whatever, but it was Zach who had begun to make you hot. Your hands automatically clenched into fists on his shirt, and the hand in front of his body began to lightly trace his abs over his shirt, innocently but appreciatively.

Someone whistled from the court and you also heard some giggles approaching. You broke the kiss, annoyed, watching Justin on the edge of the court, hands around his mouth in encouraging shouts to Zach, while Jessica and Sherri were approaching. By your side, you felt Zach tightening up and quickly arranging something that you did not pay attention because you were busy flipping your friends. The Coach shouted at Justin and sent him back to the court and he rolled his eyes before obeying.

- “You seem to be healing well, Y/N.” - Jessica mocked, Sherri agreeing with her, while both sat on the bench below where you and Zach were, Sherri patting Zach’s back in approval.

- “I’m glad to see that Zach is taking good care of you.”

- “He was, and then you decided to interrupt my treatment.” - You joked, frowning at them. Jessica just shrugged and Sherri laughed.

- “You were surpassing the acceptable level of PDA in physical education. Soon I and Justin would had to make out or you would steal our Liberty High It Couple title.”

- "All yours.” - You spoke and raised your hands in mock surrender, but rolled your eyes to show that you did not give a shit about it. Beside you, Zach shifted, moving away from you.

- “Zach, are you ok?”

- “S-sure. I… I need to go, hm, my group is next.” – He was fidgeting, but you didn’t read much into it.

- “Oh, okay, babe. See you at lunch.”

- “Y-yeah.” – He barely answered it while getting up. As Zach got up and practically jumped the rest of the stands, you and your friends looked at each other.

- “Is it me or was he weird?” - Jessica and Sherri just shrugged, and started talking about the adaptations in the new routine to keep you from getting hurt again in any of the jumps.

The day passed quietly and you did not have any more classes with your boyfriend, so you really only saw him when you entered the Cafeteria. It even had been funny, because even in the hallways you had not found him. Your friends only commented that they had seen him rushing to the next class. You knew he had biology today at some point, so you  just shrugged thinking he was reviewing. You were probably very lost in your thoughts, because while waiting in line to buy your lunch, Monty thought it necessary to shout your name and wave so you finally looked at their table.

- “Relax Monty, I’m coming.” - You said as you approached the table, putting the tray in front of Zach and bending down to give a kiss to his lips. He looked surprised, because his body trembled slightly and he was turning red from nowhere. You smiled at him, nudging his shoulder in teasing as you sat down.

- “Guess, I’m not the only one who’s gonna hear that today.” - Monty joked, casting a suggestive glance at the two of you as you sat down at the table. You just told him to fuck off and Zach resumed to show his middle finger to him.

As Monty laughed and started talking to Justin, you took the opportunity to discreetly lean on Zach, your nose nudging his arm covered by a sweatshirt to get his attention. He gave you a wary look, but there was a smile on the corner of his lips. You tried to hold back the smile that threatened to burst through your face, but the way Zach looked at you had always warmed you up and wanting to approach him. So you took the opportunity to sneak your hand around his arm and murmur a “come here.” He bent down and you stole a small kiss on his lips again. You could keep track of how his blush spread quickly across his beautiful face, only getting worse when Monty started whistling and pointing at them. You sent him to hell again and then put one of your hands in your boyfriend’s hair, so as to pull it and hide your face in the curve of his neck.

But then as the teasing died and the boys started to focus on other things, the way you had taken in that position looked wonderfully comfortable, especially with the delicious scent of his flooding your senses and his warm skin so close to your lips… You started stroking it with the tip of your nose. You felt the way he trembled slightly and it only encouraged you to lightly rest your lips on the skin of his neck. Zach literally froze and you let out a giggle before landing three more kisses and then cast a small glance around, checking that no one was paying attention to you and risking a little hickey just below his jawline.

Someone called Zach and you watched as he literally stuttered an answer to whatever the question they asked. A small laugh came and you pulled away from him in a disguise. Luckily, the bell rang. You started to get up and straightened your backpack while everyone began to do the same.

- “Hey, you’re coming?” - Sherri asked, already close to the exit.

- “Sure. One moment.”  -You waved as you turned to see where Zach was. But he had not even got off the bench yet. In fact, he was not even looking up, just stared very hard at the table.

– “Sherri, I’ll see you at class. Have to talk to Zach.” - Her friend just nodded and continued on. You approached your boyfriend, realizing now how red he was.

- “Hey, babe. Something wrong?”

- “Yes.” - He hissed between clenched teeth, casting a nasty glare at you.

- “I did something wrong?”

- “Oh, yes. You know what you did.”

- “I don’t. What’s going on Zach?” - You were really surprised. You tried to review the events that had happened during the day to find out what you could have done to make him be like that. Probably foreseeing you were imagining too much, he sighed and reached for your hand. Then he pulled you on his lap and the bulge pressing on your ass made the whole situation a lot clearer.

You waited a few seconds, feeling like a deep blush was spreading across your face, and, at the same time, you had to contain with all your strength the smile that wanted to radiate on your face. Your chest seemed to swell, your skin immediately hot, the mere thought of getting Zach excited so easy made you feel like a goddess.

-“Oh. My. God. Did I…?” - You risked, trying to control the happiness and surprise in your tone.

- “Yes.” - He hissed again, a judgmental look and in equal parts hot and angry. You could not even be embarrassed by how satisfied you were to be able to leave him that way with almost no effort.

- “Oh babe, I’m so sorry.” - You forced yourself to say, a small laugh restrained in your lips. He narrowed his eyes at you, pushing your waist so that you rose from his lap and did not make things worse, which you followed.

- “No, you’re not. You’re fucking proud of yourself.“ - He knew her too well not to know that. You let out the laughter you were holding, then bent to murmur close to his lips, an expression that had every intention of provoking him.

- “Ok… I am. Does this make me a bad girl?” - You murmured, your gaze running over his lips before looking him in the eye again.

- “Oh my god, you’re not helping.” - He grunted, his tone warm and hard, mingled with clear frustration. You laughed and pulled away from him, beginning to walk backwards toward the door.

- “So… see you after class?” - You said as you walked away, your hand moving your hair in what you believed to be sexy.

- “Oh, you bet your pretty ass you’ll see me after class.” - She winked at him then, adding a more pronounced swag on her hips as she turned his back to him. You almost swore he had grunted again and your smile could tear your cheeks of so satisfied.