whoever is trying to bring you down is already below you

Signs as deep quotes

Aries: “Whoever is trying to bring you down is already below you.”

Taurus: “Show up in every moment like you’re meant to be there.”

Gemini: “You can’t do epic shit with basic people.”

Cancer: “Cry a river. Build a bridge. Get over it.”

Leo: “If they don’t know you personally, don’t take it personal.”

Virgo: “I like people who smile when it is raining.”

Libra: “I don’t care what you think about me. I don’t think about you at all.”

Scorpio: “I am learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things not meant for me.”

Sagittarius: “A flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it. It just blooms.”

Capricorn: “Keep your eyes on the stars, and your feet on the ground.” 

Aquarius: “There’s power in looking silly and not caring that you do.”

Pisces: “Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.”

In An Instant (M)

Originally posted by jinkooks

Summary: Dancing around each other for years, both you and Yoongi have resigned to stay friends, never knowing the others feelings for each other. However, an impulsive decision from Jin might finally push you two together. Yoongi really shouldn’t have trusted Jin with his phone. BFF!Yoongi, College AU.

Members: Yoongi, ft. Jin being a true bro

Word Count: 6.5k

Warning: Smut

A/N: Okay so, I don’t know if anyone else’s university/school has this but there’s a FB/Instagram account for my school where you send in a message for your crush anonymously and the account publishes it for you, sometimes with a picture and the whole thing just made wheels turn in my head so now here we are.

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In the Deep End-Chapter 2

This is an A/B/O AU Collaboration between @kittenofdoomage and @winchesterprincessbride featuring Alpha! Sam and Omega! Reader

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Sam still remembered the way you smelled that night.

It was warm, unseasonably so for October, but neither of you really cared as you walked through town hand in hand. The movie had been boring, not that you could remember the plot - you’d been too focused on Sam’s lips as they moved across yours, the darkness of the back row providing him with ample opportunity to slide his fingers under your pleated skirt.

Now, he was smiling, almost like he could whistle. He’s your Alpha, and you’d always thank your idiotic friends for a silly dare that had made this happen.

“Hey,” you chirped, pointing to your driveway. “My parents are out.”

“It is Friday,” Sam replied, tugging you into his side, pressing his nose into your hair and scenting you. You giggled, ducking underneath him. “God, you smell so sweet. Like cotton candy at the carnival.”

“I knew we shouldn’t have accepted those beers from Zack,” you teased. “And my mom and Vincent aren’t home.” His eyebrows raised, and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Think with your upstairs brain, Sam, and not your knot. I know I’m coming into heat but…”

He nodded, interrupting you. “You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just… we spent six months wondering if you would and now you have and -” His nose bumped yours as he leaned down to kiss you. “You’re my Omega. I know it.”

Humming happily, you pushed up onto tiptoes, kissing him softly. “Well, then you’ll be glad to know that my mom and her boytoy have gone out of town. For the weekend.”

Sam drew back, lust burning deep in his colorful eyes. “You’re saying…”

“I wanna be yours, Alpha,” you whispered. “Want to belong to you, to stay with you. We can get away from our families. Start somewhere new…”

“We’re only eighteen,” Sam replied, cupping your cheek. “How would we… I mean -”

You shrugged, uncaring of the consequences. “We’ll manage. As long as we have each other.” God, it was so romantic the way you said it, and Sam found himself falling into the moment, nodding slowly as he leaned in towards you. The kiss was slow and gentle, both of you taking the time to savor the other, before Sam’s hands were tugging you back towards the house.

There was a spring in your step as you locked the front door, dashing through into the kitchen and finding the usual post-it note with thirty dollars for food, and an announcement that your mom and Vincent were off to Atlantic City for the weekend, and not to burn the house down.

Because you were the family member that would end up doing that, of course.

“They’re definitely gone?” Sam asked, coming up behind you and putting his hands on your hips. You nodded, holding up the cash. A wicked smile spread over his face. “We’ll order pizza later. For now -” He stopped, scooping you up to wrap your legs around his waist, and the thirty bucks drifted to the floor as you shrieked and clung to your Alpha. “I want my Omega.”

“Yes, Sam,” you hissed, letting your head fall back as he carried you through the house and up the stairs, not stopping until he kicked your door shut with his booted foot. He let you down then, smiling as you stared up at him with adoration on your face. “I love you,” you said, quietly.

Sam didn’t respond for a moment, looking back at you, before raising a hand and cupping your jaw, stroking his thumb over your bottom lip, dragging it downwards for a split second. “I love you too, Y/N.”

Among a tangle of lips and hands, both of you undressed each other, the need to take it slow outweighed by the urgency you felt to be close to one another. Sam was gentle as he guided you to the bed, laying you down to pull your skirt down and toss it to one side.

“Fuck, you smell amazing,” he murmured, placing a kiss just below your navel, and you smiled, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair. “Want you so bad, ‘mega.”

“I know,” you whispered, tugging on his locks to urge him further up your body, desperate to kiss him again, but he only smirked at you. “Sam…”

He shook his head slightly, dropping his head to bury his nose in the soaked cotton of your panties. “So close to being in heat…” he groaned, nuzzling at you, stroking his tongue over the damp fabric. “Taste so good.” You squeaked as he pulled your panties down, wasting no time in returning his face to the juncture of your thighs, stroking his tongue over your swollen folds. “Thought you tasted good before,” he muttered, looking up at you with wickedly dark eyes. “But this is a whole ‘nother level.”

The plea for him to touch you died on your lips as Sam licked you again, dragging the tip of his tongue from your soaked entrance to your clit, making your body jerk in response. He repeated the action a few more times before he kept his mouth at the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Gonna open you up for me, baby,” he purred, running his tongue over your clit as he slid one finger deep inside you. “Want you nice and wet for my cock.”

His words made something curl in your belly, and unbearable arousal swept through you, bringing with it a tightening sensation in your chest. Your scent blossomed through the room, and Sam practically growled, his hips rutting against the bed. “Sam!” Your cry preceded your orgasm, slick gushing over his fingers, and the Alpha groaned loudly.

“That’s it, ‘mega,” he urged, sliding another finger into you, curling them just right to make you scream again. “God, want you so bad.”

“Then have me,” you whimpered, wiggling against him. “Want your knot, Alpha. Make me yours.”

An animalistic sound tore itself from his throat as he drew back from you, pausing to lick his fingers clean of your essence. “Don’t tease me,” he warned, and you smiled, squirming away from him to roll onto your belly, presenting yourself to him, and Sam made a funny noise, pushing his pants down.

His weight made the bed dip, and you dropped your head as you felt him behind you, your entire body clenching in anticipation of having his thick cock inside you. You’d hit every base except this one, wanting to wait until you presented, despite knowing you were his.

Sam was slow to move, running his hands over your ass as he watched your pussy twitch. He rubbed the thick tip of his Alpha cock against you, and you moaned in response, pushing backward onto him, making him smile. “Easy, Omega,” he chastised, and you pouted, despite him not being able to see you.

The first push of his length into you was enough to make your breath catch and your eyes cross. Sam’s entire body shook with the effort of not slamming into you, trying to take it slowly as he watched your cunt suck him in, like you were made for him. The point of discomfort came just as his hips were flush with yours, and you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Feel so good,” he grunted, holding himself deep inside you. “Fuck, I feel like I wanna cum already.”

You nodded, unable to form words as he started to move, drawing all the way back before easing back in. His fingers were clinging to your hips, probably leave bruises with how tightly he held you, but you didn’t care - you wanted the reminders tomorrow, and more besides. “Sam… I’m… I can’t…”

“I know,” Sam replied, even though you weren’t sure what you were actually going to say. All you could think was that you couldn’t, but you didn’t know what you couldn’t… which made no sense. “I got you, Omega.”

His mouth was hot on your neck as he leaned over you, using the weight of his body to fuck you harder, and you could feel the twisting, intense churning in your belly, signaling your climax. Your walls clamped down on him, and Sam gave a strangled moan, the thick ring of muscle at the base of his cock catching on your pussy.

“I can’t hold it,” he growled, hips working fast and hard into you. You nodded, arching your back, accepting more of him, feeling the tip of his cock slam into your cervix, and his knot swelled. With one hard thrust, you were screaming out your pleasure, and Sam was locked inside you, pumping load after load of cum into your welcoming heat.

Neither of you spoke for the longest time, both sweating heavily, panting, Sam’s arms clinging to you as he peppered reverent kisses along your back. You couldn’t help the sated smile on your face, nor could you stop the whine of disappointment when he finally pulled free, slumping to your side. It was second nature to drag you into his arms, and you settled there happily, inhaling his scent deeply.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “I promise you, we’re gonna figure this out.”

You nodded, unable to keep your eyes from falling shut.

When you opened them, Sam was gone, and the emptiness of his promise split your heart in two.


“She’s twelve?”

The question was almost deafening in the small office and you feel the butterflies in your belly turn into a tornado. You aren’t even sure why you’d said anything and deflection is looking like your best defense.

“Yeah, she is,” you say, standing from the desk. "You said you wanted to see a couple of the victims?”

Dean narrows his eyes, glancing at Sam, clearly putting two and two together where his brother was already on the final solution. “Wait… are you…”

The phone rings, making you jump and you quickly grab it, answering to whoever has just saved you from the awkward situation from hell. “Hello?” A frown covers your face; the woman on the other end is from the junior high and she’s trying to confirm that you’re Emily’s mom. “Yeah, this is her. Is something wrong?”

“Dude, she’s got your eyes,” Dean hisses, holding out one of the photos to Sam. The younger Winchester doesn’t seem like he wants to look - he seems shellshocked and can’t take his eyes off of you. You make brief eye contact as he recognizes the worry on your face, and then you turn your back to him.

“What do you mean, she didn’t show up to fifth period?” you bark into the phone.  “How can you not know where she is? Let me try her cell.”

You reach into your desk and pull out a cell phone, quickly dialing a number.  It goes straight to voicemail, and you throw it on your desk with a muffled curse. “Do you think she skipped school? I’m going to run home and see if she went there then I’ll be over.” Slamming down the phone, you turn back to face Sam and Dean.

“Y/N….” Sam begins, but you hold up a hand to stop him.

“I can’t do this right now, Sam.  I’m sorry.”  Walking over to your door, you stick your head out and call for your assistant.  “Christopher,  these agents are from the FBI.  They need to see the two bodies from those animal attacks.  Give them anything they need. I have to leave for a bit. Call me on my cell if you need me.”

As soon as Christopher leaves Dean turns to you.  “Thanks a lot, Y/N.  This will really help our case.”

“I have no idea why you are pretending to be FBI agents, but I DO watch the news, you know.  I saw when you made the FBI’s most wanted list for your little murder spree, and I saw when you supposedly died.  The only reason I’m not calling the cops right now is that the Sam I knew would never hurt anyone.” You looked him in the eye then, and you saw a lifetime’s worth of pain and sorrow in those beautiful eyes of his.

“Is she……” Sam sucks in a breath, and his eyes close for a split second as he starts to ask the question you’ve been dreading since he walked into your office, “….is she mine, Omega?”  Sam asks you quietly.

You close your eyes at the sound of the familiar name on his lips, but don’t respond. With a flick of your head, you turn your back on the question, marching out of the door and speaking over your shoulder in a cold tone.  “I have to go.  I trust you both will be gone by the time I get back.”


“Come on, man! Focus! We have a job to do here!” Dean barks at his brother through clenched teeth as they enter autopsy room #1.  Christopher has pulled the correct bodies out of the cold chambers for their review. Dean flips through the first file, frowning.

“Jane Lindencamp, 13. Never came home from school on Tuesday.  Reported missing by her mother.  Large, round exit wound on the back of her head.  Body completely drained of spinal fluid.”

Sam turns the victim’s head and sees the large hole. “That’s weird.  What about the second vic?”

Dean flips through the second file. “Timothy Crawford, 12. Mother went to pick him up after band practice.  He never showed.  Same exit wound, the body also drained of spinal fluid.”

“So both of them were last seen at school?” Sam suddenly asks.

“Yeah, so?” Dean questions.

“What school did they go to?”

Dean flips rapidly through the files. “Parkland Middle School. Wait a minute! Didn’t Y/N say on the phone her daughter was missing from school? And isn’t she around the same age?”

Sam stares at his brother for a moment, just long enough for him to put the pieces together in his head before he takes off down the hall at a full sprint.  Dean drops the files and tears off after him. “Sam! Wait!”

Dean catches up to Sam as he reaches the Impala.  Damn Sammy’s long legs! “We need to get to the school now, Dean! Whatever killed those two kids probably has Y/N’s daughter!” Sam snaps as Dean slams the car into drive and peels out of the parking lot.


“Emily? Emily, are you here?”  You yelled as you ran through the house.  Flinging open her bedroom door, you saw it was empty.  She hadn’t come home.  Tears of frustration clouded your vision.   You had almost hoped she had skipped school.  It was a much better option than the alternative.  Racing down the stairs, you jumped into your car and headed for the middle school.

Pulling into the visitor’s lot, you parked next to a large black muscle car you were sure you’d seen somewhere before.  The memory tugged at your subconscious, but you couldn’t quite get to it.  Reaching out, you ran your hand over the shiny black hood, and an image of a teenage Sam getting in after school popped into your head.

You entered the reception area of the office, and Sally Perkins, who was on her third divorce and was eternally on the prowl, motioned you over. “I’ll let Principal Montgomery know you’re here, Y/N, but he’s a little tied up at the moment.”  She waved you in closer and said in a hushed voice.  “Two FBI agents are here about the kids that died.  Who knew the government made them so good looking and tall?”

Sam and Dean, it had to be.  They were at your daughter’s school.  Why?

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On Silent

Based on this prompt by @mad-the-swine

“so I like to think that every Sunday when Ronan goes to church, he thinks about stopping by to see adam but never does because maybe sundays are the only days the garage is closed and he can get some sleep for once, and then one day as the organist is playing in mass he realizes that adam must be able to hear everything, there’s no way he could sleep through it. So one day he dreams some noiseless headphones and leaves them outside adam’s door, and well-rested adam starts smiling more after that”

Thank you so much for submitting i looveeed this idea, you’re so creative!!

This is 1,714 words, pre relationship

He was so close.

Just for fun, Ronan tried to calculate the distance in feet between him and Adam during mass. The distance in yards, inches, meters.

Shuffling brought him out of his daydreams. The service was over, people were getting up to leave. A certain distinct part of Ronan became thrilled.

Maybe he could do it today. Maybe he’d casually stop by Adam’s scrappy appartement on this bright Sunday, he was in the area anyway, right?

As Ronan walked out of the old church building, he looked up to where he knew Adam lived and sighed. He wouldn’t go to Adams, he never would on a Sunday morning- the only day Boyd’s was closed and Adam could even attempt to sleep in. Adam needed the rest.

With a deep breath and a considerable amount of restraint, Ronan walked by the door of Saint Agnes’, saying a simple prayer to whoever would listen on behalf of Adam’s well-being.

Thinking about seeing Adam tomorrow made Ronan excited about the start of the school week. The fact that someone could do that to him was more than uncomfortable but also more than thrilling. Just twelve hours more.

In deliberate nonchalance the next morning, Ronan flopped down into the chair beside Adam’s, hardly sparing a glance his was. Hardly holding himself back from looking more.

Adam’s eyes were sunken it and glazed, not in the classroom or aware. Disheveled hair and sustained blinks were all the clues Ronan needed.

“Sleep much Parrish?” He pried with carefully disguised concern.

“Hm?” Adam looked to Ronan for the first time that morning, revealing the full vacancy of his expression.

Ronan found himself struck with an unfounded feeling of anger. Of course a few hours extra of sleep wouldn’t really change much. He just wanted better for Adam. How dare sleep in Sundays not help this boy more?

Ronan had been staring and Adam hadn’t been awake enough to realize, when Gansey arrived in class wearing some horrible new boat shoes that disgustingly matched his Aglionby uniform.

Ronan cracked a joke that Adam didn’t catch and Gansey reprimanded Ronan for his lack of preparation for class. Ronan didn’t care. He had one reason for coming to school this morning, and that reason was currently a sleepy dead man walking.

A bell rung, class began and Ronan couldn’t stop think about Adam. Wondering about the dark rings under his eyes and how to change their existence. Why didn’t thoes few extra hours of sleep make any difference for Adam? Ronan avoided him after church just so he could catch up on sleep-


Church. Maybe that was it. Of course. It had to be. The church’s organ was scarcely well played, never well receive and always incredibly loud. And at seven thirty every Sunday morning, it began blaring some underrehearsed hymnal right below Adam’s room.

No wonder the extra hours asleep did nothing for Adam- he wasn’t getting them. Ronan couldn’t blame him; who could sleep through those atrocious sounds?

Fuck the organ. Fuck the organ player. But this was good. At least Ronan knew the problem, that meant he could dream away to stop it.

Ronan dreamed without sound.It was disorienting to be cut off from the senses within his own head.

He saw Adam. They were, both of them in the forest, but Adam was laying down on that shitty mistress from his apartment. He was tossing around, holding hands to his ears.

Ronan sat in the edge of the bed, next to the restless Dream Adam. Still, Ronan couldn’t hear a thing. Adam sat up and looked st Ronan- his eyes glassy with this dream world. Reaching his hands out, Dream Adam brushed his fingers by Ronan’s ears.

Shivering unwillingly, Ronan watched as Dream Adam pulled solidly black earbuds from Ronan’s ears. Sound came back at once.

“Oh,” Ronan mused, “I get it.”

Ronan took the headphones from Adam, savoring the way their fingers brushed in the exchange.

Following the thin headphone cord to his pocket, Ronan found them connected to a solid black cube, printed with simple white letters, reading:



It was Saturday night before Ronan finally found the guts to bring the noise eliminating gift to Adam. He had to bring them tonight so the church organ wouldn’t wake Adam in the morning.

He pulled up into the gravely parking area of St. Agnes’s, noted the absence of Adam’s shitbox and opted to wait in the hallway outside Adam’s door.

Ronan stretched his legs out strait in front of him, back against a wall of peeling paint. He put the dream buds into his ears and closed his eyes.

Almost, Ronan thought, he could dream like this. This particular brand of silence was like a blanket, protecting whoever experienced it from whatever pain and noise existed outside of it.

Ronan started when he felt a gentle kick to the side of his knee. Ripping the soundless ear buds from his ears, he looked up to see Adam Parrish, messing with the apartment key before unlocking his door.

“Sleep much, Lynch?” He smirked. Adam had the sleeves of his blue coveralls tied around his waist, white tee shirt hugging his chest in a way that forced blush to Ronan’s cheeks. He got up and followed Adam inside, deciding to have some fun.

“Listen to this new song I found Parrish?” Ronan said, meeting Adam at his desk where he already stood looking over the weekend’s homework.

“Ronan I swear, if you’re talking about the Murder Squash song-” Ronan cut Adam off by bringing the headphones to the boy’s ears.

Ronan held his hands over Adams ears, thumbs along his jaw bone. Ronan told himself this action was necessary in order to ensure Adam didn’t rip the buds away, but in actuality, Ronan wished he could hold Adam’s face like that all day.

“I don’t hear anything!” Adam said, a bit too loudly. Ronan hesitantly removed his hands from Adams face in order to dangle the connected ABSOLUTE SILENCE CUBE by Adams face.

Ronan smirked and Adam laughed. This reactions supercharged Ronan’s state of being. His stomach felt light and his eyes felt on fire.

Ronan reached to take the ear buds from Adam, wishing to make some snide comment he hadn’t thought of yet. Ronan was saved the trouble of figuring out some witty remark when Adam grabbed his hand.

It seemed like maybe he would swat it away, but Adam just kept his fingers on Ronan’s palm, thumb on the back of his hand

“I like you better on silent.” Adam joked, adjusting his voice to what he probably thought was a normal volume but just came out low and undeniably sexy. Adam still held Ronan’s hand in his own.

Touch was electric.

Breathing shallow and heart thoroughly wrecked, Ronan stumbled away from Adam in an awkward tornado of too long limbs. Adam caught Ronan by his left arm, took out the ear buds and laughed.

“So, standing? Were you skipping school the day that was covered?” Adam quipped.

“Fuck off Parrish.” Ronan snapped, but he made no move to leave Adam’s grasp. Standing was one thing, standing in the presence of Adam Parrish was another.

They both smirked. Adam headed to the shower leaving Ronan with the soundless headphones and the dimming light in the room.

If he stayed, Ronan knew what would happen. He’d try to kiss Adam, he knew he would. It was just one of those nights where Adam was extra irresistible. The firework touches didn’t help.

Ronan resolved to go home. He left the soundless earbuds on Adam’s pillow and quietly left.

Sunday was torcher. All through mass, Ronan could only hope Adam was getting the extra sleep he needed. What if he didn’t notice Rona had left the headphones, or just disregarded them all together? Adam was used to Ronan’s accidental dream creations, maybe he thought nothing of the ABSOLUTE SILENCE creation.

The urge to stop in at Adam’s was stronger than ever but Ronan tore himself away from the church apartment buildings and prayed for a well rested Adam.

When Ronan entered his first period class the next morning his eyes went strait to Adam as they always did. He looked slightly more at ease and aware of his surroundings. Adam jerked his head in greeting as Ronan walked in, even smiled at him for the seconds before obnoxious classmates began to fill the room.

This time, when Ronan commented on Gansey’s strange style choices, Adam laughed and ignited the electricity in Ronan from that weekend. He felt on top of the world, like he was finally doing something worth any amount of time put into it.

Adam seemed better during class, he smiled more, his notes were more organized. Ronan was sure he was imagining it but it seemed like Adam kept stealing glances his way. Even the possibility made Ronan soar.

After class, Adam held back until Ronan was ready to leave. They walked out of the room together into the already emptied out hallways. Adam stopped before heading out of the building to his next class.

“You’re gonna be late Parrish, the entire faculty with shit their pants if-”

Ronan couldn’t continue, not with Adam’s mouth pressed against his own, Adam’s fingers gripping his uniform tie.

Adam leaned against Ronan with his whole body and Ronan felt he would melt into the wood paneling behind him if he didn’t hold onto something. He gripped Adam around the waist and closed his eyes.

Ronan couldn’t be sure if this was real or not. He needed to remember it forever, he needed to understand what was happening in his brain.

“Adam,” was all he could manage to say.

Adam pressed one more kiss onto Ronan’s mouth.

“For the record,” Adam began simply, “I don’t like you better on silent.”

Ronan laughed even though he didn’t have the breath for it.

“Even when you’re being and asshole.”

Ronan smiled against Adam’s check and kissed him there without thinking before bringing their lips back together.

Really, if all Adam need was a few extra hours of sleep to be interested in this, in him of all people, Ronan figured silent headphones were a small price to pay.

Devour You

(A Sequel to Wrong Room)

Patrick Hockstetter x Reader 

A/N: Finally! I’ve been trying to work on this one for AGES! Hopefully it’s up to par and it’s what you guys hoped for!


Please make a sequel to Wrong Room 😍

Nsfw for wrong room sequel

I’m going to find out where you live. And I’m going to come to your house and break into your room and fuck you…” YES YES YES PLEASE

Word Count: 5,119

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Patrick Hockstetter, stalking, sadism, biting, choking, hair-pulling, knifeplay (non-con), bloodplay, hematophagia kink (?), possessiveness, obsession, psychopathy, solipsism, dub-con

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Starco Week 3 - Day 1

“Damn, it’s hard to get to that pathetic princess.” A large brute said.

“Yeah, she’s long due for an initiation, but with her bodyguard agent Diaz around we can’t touch her.”

“Why don’t we shake them up a little then? Scare them a bit.” One of them suggested.

Another smiled. “I like that idea. They won’t know what’s coming.”

“C'mon, Marco! We have math now!” Star urged him as the bell rung, signaling the next period.

Marco winced. “Do we have to go to math? I’m already in a bad mood and I’m not looking forward to making it worse,” he replied.

“Geez, are we sure you’re the one who’s supposed to look after me? We have to go! If you miss class you’ll get detention!” Star exclaimed.

Marco feigned a gasp and shook his head. “No not detention!”

“Diaz, that is extremely rude.” Star seriously replied.

Marco sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Look, you can go without me princess. I don’t want you missing class and getting in trouble, which will inevitably lead to both of us getting into trouble. I’ll show up…later, okay?”

Star frowned before giving him a nod. “Okay. But don’t get in trouble!” She commanded.

Marco waved her off as she ran off to Ms. Skullnick’s room. He sighed and scratched the bandage on his cheek.

Lying down on the hill just far off the school building, Marco was taking a nap; taking in the feel of the grass below him, the air he breathed, and the warmth that coursed through him.

Suddenly he was jarred awake, being shaken by somebody. He grabbed whoever was shaking him by the scruff of their necks and threw them down to the ground, holding a fist near their face.

Marco’s victim shivered in fear until Marco stared at him for a few seconds and gave him a look of confusion. “Ferguson?”

Marco let go of his fellow classmate, standing straight and crossing his arms. “Okay spit it out. Why’d you wake me up?”

“Um, Skullnick asked me to find you and bring you to class.” Ferguson stammered.

Marco frowned and cracked his neck, which was stiff from sleeping. Damn, Skullnick knew he wouldn’t try and beat up Ferg. Being an old friend and pitiful made him more likely to survive with Marco.

He groaned and rolled up the sleeves of his jacket. “Alright, let’s go.” Marco started walking toward his class, before stopping and turning to Ferguson. “You coming or do you want to lie there all day?”

Ferguson scrambled to his feet, following Marco back to class.

“So a derivative is the - Ah, Mr. Diaz. How nice of you to join us for class. 20 minutes late. ” Ms. Skullnick sneered that last part. Marco lacked a reaction.

“As punishment, you’ll be cleaning the storage out back. I hear it’s been years since it’s seen light.” Skullnick said.

Marco rolled his eyes and took his seat by the window, paying more attention to the two squirrels fighting outside than Skullzers at the front of the class.

The bell signaling the end of school rang through the building, Marco groaning at his recent after school punishment.

He packed his things in his bag, making his way to the back of school grounds to clean the storage facility.

He already told Star to wait for him at home, but he could see her in his peripherals, always hiding behind something. He didn’t pay much attention to it, but soon he couldn’t keep up the obliviousness and called her out on her lousy stealth tactics.

“Princess, why are you following me?” Marco deadpanned.

Star jumped. She hadn’t noticed he noticed her. She stepped out from her hiding place, staring at the floor and looking for the right words. “Um…I just thought…maybe, I would help you clean. Less load on you, but if you want me gone, I totally understand-” Star was interrupted by Marco smirking and patting her head affectionately.

“Thanks, prin…Star” Marco corrected himself.

Star blushed and avoided his gaze. Marco rarely ever used her name when he referred to her, but when he did it made her knees buckle.

“Yeah, well, you owe me after this! I want one, no, two more nachos than I’m allowed! And wipe that dumb smirk off your face!” Star exclaimed.

“Um, you never had a limit to what you can eat, princess,” Marco said, beginning to walk away again.

“O-oh. Then I want you to attend every class ON TIME from now on!” Star commanded.

Marco couldn’t really say no. She was already doing this much for him, and with that cute demanding face, it’s hard to refuse.

“Yeah, fine. Whatever. Let’s go.”

Marco and Star made their way to the storage facility, walking up to the metal double doors. Using the key he got from the janitor, he unlocked the doors, pushing them open to reveal a large dusty room, with stuff that looked to be thirty-maybe forty-years old.

“Wow. This looks ancient.” Marco tried to switch on the lights, but due to age and the lack of much-needed renovation of the building, the lights refused to switch on.

“Damnit. Guess we’re going in dark,” Marco said.

Star suddenly seemed very nervous. “Do we have some flashlights or something?” She asked.

“Uh, maybe. Do you need them to see?” Marco asked.

“Y-yeah, right. Well?”

“I don’t have any on me now, but- OOF!” Marco grunted as he and Star were shoved into the building. Landing hard on their sides they heard the click of the lock, along with the footsteps of a few people.

Marco started to pat his body for the keys, only to realize he dropped it when he was shoved. “Stupid bastards…” Marco growled. “Princess, are you-”

Marco stopped and his eyes widened when he felt Star abruptly grab his arm. He narrowed his eyes in concern.

“Uh, princess?” He asked, starting to turn to look at her.

“Stop, don’t look at me. Please. Just, let me do this.” Star said.

Marco frowned, looking forward as Star vice gripped his forearm. He could feel her press up against him, shivering in…fear?

He could feel her heartbeat, and it was pounding pretty fast. Marco thought his own was too. Could she feel it as well?

“Star,” Marco began after a few moments of silence, “are you afraid,”

Star tensed up, and Marco could feel it.

“of the dark?”

Star’s grip suddenly intensified, and Marco could feel all circulating blood stop flowing in his left arm. She was surprisingly strong for such a timid girl.

“Ow! What the fu-!”

“Yes! I’m terrified of the dark! Shut up about it and please do something.” Star said, burying her face into his shoulder.

Marco furrowed his eyebrows together. “Don’t you have your wand?”

Star shook her head. “I…left it…in my locker. I…wanted to show you…I’m capable…without it.” Star took short breaths between each pause, and Marco thought she’d start hyperventilating.

Marco turned around and embraced her, kneeling on the floor. He closed his eyes and began to speak, “Deep breaths, princess. I know you’re capable. You fought monsters with me, a person you’ve never met and was a jerk towards you because you were concerned for me. You went through brainwashing and managed to stay your old self a bit. So prove me right. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m here with you. So calm down, now.” Marco said firmly.

Star’s breaths slowed down, and her tense form eased up a bit. Still hugging Marco, she spoke into his shoulder. “Thanks, Marco. I think I’ve calmed down. But can you just hold on for a little while?” She asked.

Marco tightened his jaw and nodded. “Sure.”

So they sat there. Marco’s eyes had adjusted to the darkness by now, and he could make out a silhouette of a box of props and costumes.

He got an idea of how to distract Star from her fear.

“Okay, Star. Don’t freak out, but I’m gonna let go for a few seconds.”

Star’s eyes widened as she looked up at him. “No, no no no no no no no! Don’t let go! I will throttle you if you do!” She begged,

Marco’s eyebrow lifted at the unexpected threat. “It’s okay, I’m only gonna let go for a few seconds, I’m gonna be back, I promise.” Marco hushed her. “Do you trust me?”

Star wiped her eye and silently nodded. Slowly Marco let go of her. He stood up and began to back away, their arms sliding against one another before it was only their hands connected, then fingers.

Then his warmth left Star, and he blended in with the inky blackness. Damnit! Why must his jacket be black!? Star began to feel alone now, the sense of abandonment creeping up on her for the first time in years. She curled up into a ball and almost began to tear up before Marco’s voice rang out from the darkness.

“I’m still here, princess. I’m still with you.” His assurance gave her courage and she managed to outlast until Marco came back holding a cardboard box. He placed it down in between him and Star before sitting down.

“What’s…what’s that?” Star asked.

“Just something to pass the time.” Marco pulled a couple of sticks from the box and bend them, a cracking noise coming from it.

The sticks suddenly started to glow, and Star stared at them in amazement. “Whoa! Is that more earth magic?” She asked.

Marco smirked at her childlike curiosity. “No, just some old glow sticks to light it up a little.”

He placed down the colorful glowing rods in a circle around the pair, leaving them in a dim, but brighter than before, setting.

Marco reached back into the box. Pulling out a red headband with horns on it, he placed it on his head and put a massive frown on his face.

“I’m Tom. I’m in denial and think l can get Star to like me, but I’m just hopelessly desperate and angry.” Marco mocked.

Star giggled at his impression, his voice not even close to Tom’s.

“Marco, stop, that’s mean.”

He smiled and pushed the box towards her. “Here, you try.”

“Um, I’m not sure…”

“It’s okay princess. Nobody here but us. I’ll keep it a secret.”

“Okay…” Star agreed. She dug into the box and pulled out a wig and a crown. Putting them both on, she then wore a dull, bored expression on her face. “This is of utmost importance! We can’t have this silly nonsense when you’re to be a ruler soon! Blah, blah, rules, rules, boring, discipline.” Star mocked in a mundane, strong accented tone.

Marco laughed and Star smiled.

“Lemme guess, your mom?” Marco asked.

Star nodded, not fully confident in mocking people she knew.

“Okay, my turn,” Marco said, digging through the box.

They went at this for a while, having a good time messing around with each other. They role played Skullnick, their classmates, Ludo, and even each other.

The two rolled around the floor, wheezing after laughing too hard at Star’s impression of Marco’s bad boy attitude. She accidentally cracked her knuckles, and her cute expression of pain made Marco laugh, Star eventually following in suit.

“Oh, man. That was…amazingly horrible.” Marco said.

Star smiled, nodding in agreement.

“So, you still afraid?” Marco asked.

“No, not anymore. Being in the dark isn’t so bad when you have someone to have fun with you here.”

“I don’t think you’re scared of the dark. I think it’s because of your isolation from people and loved ones during your hated experience at St. O’s, it made you feel alone and you were afraid of being lonely. In the dark, you can’t see anything. You feel cold, there’s nobody in sight. It’s like being alone, which may explain why you fear darkness.”

Star tilted her head at Marco’s explanation, a small smile telling him she didn’t understand what the hell he just said.

Marco realized what he was doing and covered his face. “Sorry, that’s Marco PhD talking,” Marco said, angry at himself for showing that part of him again. Why is it around her when his past comes out?

“Don’t be embarrassed. I don’t fully understand what you just said, but-” Star grabbed Marco’s hand, “-I hope you stay with me for now.” Star said.

Marco gulped. He blushed. A very pretty girl just grabbed his hand and pretty much said she wished they could stick together, with him. Marco Flippin Diaz. His blush intensified now that he was analyzing it. Stop thinking about it, Marco mentally scolded himself. Yeah, now he was embarrassed.

“Star, what-”

The sound of jingling keys was heard through the door and was inserted into the lock. Star suddenly stood up. “Help has arrived!” She said.

She eagerly walked forward, forgetting the heavy box between her and Marco. She tripped and fell on top of Marco, making a loud grunt as she did.

The janitor on the other end raised a brow. Since when did storage buildings grunt? He unlocked and opened the door, low and behold Star lying on top of Marco, a bunch of spilled props and costume pieces strewn about the floor.

The janitor gave the two a hard gaze before opening his mouth, “Look, I’m gonna go home and forget this. I’m closing this door and leaving it unlocked. Suggestion, keep your weird lovey-dovey affectionate cosplay sessions at home.” And with that, he slammed the door shut.

Star and Marco scrambled away from each other, faces burning crimson and tension as thick as maple syrup.

They quickly cleaned up in sync and walked out the door.

Awkwardly they turned to each other.

“So, nachos?”

“Yep, lots of nachos.”





“So you wanted two more nachos than usual?”


“That janitor thing never happened.”


The looked at each other once more and started to burst out laughing. Marco wasn’t in a bad mood anymore.

“Let’s get home, princess.”

“Excellent suggestion, Marco!”

Marco then went on to have a bad mood again the next day, when Skullnick harshly reminded him at the volume of 120 decibels that he forgot to actually clean the storage building yesterday.

He should’ve skipped class.

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Self-Defense: Eggsy Unwin x Fem!Kingsman Reader (feat. Agent Tequila)

Request: Anonymous said:
Can i request a fic for eggsy x kingsman! reader, where she is like Merlin, and she stays back/ runs HQ stuff, and Eggsy is her bf, but he wants to teach her how to protect herself. They practice, and when the Statesman come to England, she doesn’t know who they are so she takes down Agent Tequilla? TY♥

Summary: You’ve taken Merlin’s place as Kingsman’s resident techie. Your boyfriend, Eggsy, is concerned about your safety and has started training you in self-defense. Your newfound skills are put to the test when a rather cocky American walks into the Kingsman Tailor shop one afternoon.

Warnings: Mild language

Rating: G

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the gifs used in this post. All credit goes to their creators. If you see one not properly credited, let me know who to pay credit to and I will fix it. I do not own Kingsman nor am I affiliated with its creators in any way. All rights to characters portrayed in this fanfic go to the director, author and production companies that produced the films.

Originally posted by just--a--figment

Originally posted by kfawkes

You were thrown to the ground, the air knocked out of your lungs in a painful rush. You coughed, trying desperately to catch your breath again. Eggsy stood over you, a mixture of amusement and concern on his face. 

“I told you I was going to try to come at you from the left, why did you lean into it,” he laughed.

“How-many-times-have you-faked left- then-gone-right,” you panted.

“Fair point,” Eggsy nodded and offered you his hand.

“Fuck off, Eggsy,” you knocked his hand away and rolled over onto your hands and knees. “I’m never even in the field, I’m a techie! Why do I need to learn how to kick ass?”

A momentary flash of pain crossed Eggsy’s face. “Merlin was a techie. He died in the field and he could kick ass with the best of us.”

You mentally slapped yourself. You knew your training came from a place of fear for Eggsy. He’d watched his last tech analyst get blown to pieces and the man had been a brilliant soldier. It made sense that Eggsy would want his techie girlfriend to be able to hold her own if disaster every struck again.

You stood and assumed the fighting stance that Eggsy had shown you.

“Come at me, Galahad.”

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Protect You // Kim Doyoung


the prompt: can I request “You just “rescued” me from a dragon, and you look so proud, but that dragon is actually my best friend. Oops.“ Au with nct Doyoung Pretty please with cherry on top

words: 4031

category: fantasy + fluff

author note: i had to rewrite this three times lol. i like how it turned out though. doyoung is so lovely and deserves more love~ please enjoy!

- destinee

Originally posted by taesyong

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Words Can Break You.

Request from @melconnor2007:Hi I was wondering if your not to busy, cause your other one was amazing, a one shot requests on Bucky, something along the lines the reader and Bucky have been dating for ages, but she’s struggling with being happy about the way she looks, when she over hears some other agents or people talking about how good looking Bucky is and how muscles he is, then they start saying how the reader isn’t pretty enough to be dating Bucky, and she gets upset locking herself in her room, and Bucky breaks in and is reassuring telling her how pretty she is and how much he loves her and it’s really fluffy if that makes any sense please 

Note: This idea was just too cute to pass up on and, as you can tell, my muse levels for this were pretty high! <3

Bucky x Reader

Words: 2,394

Warnings: Swearing and upset. That’s all I can think of as the rest is fluff! :)

Disclaimer: All the GIFs used are not mine. All credit goes to their creators <3

There was no better feeling in the world than that of your boyfriend’s arm wrapped around your waist as you lay your head onto his chest and listen to the steady beat of his heart. You were supposed to be watching a film, one that you had been trying to get him to watch for weeks, yet all you could do was get lost in the feelings he brought out of you.

Even now, months down the line, you could feel the butterflies in your stomach dancing about from just the feeling of his fingertips absentmindedly tracing along your skin underneath the hem of your shirt. It was a simple enough gesture that a lot of people probably took for granted but you never did. Not for a single second. You were incredibly grateful for having Bucky in your life because you knew all too well how quickly he could be taken from you.

If it wasn’t his dangerous job that proved to be a threat to your relationship it was the dark shadow cast over you and The Avengers from the looming presence of HYDRA. All they needed to do was say a string of words and the man you were falling head over heels in love with would be gone and taken over by a cold-blooded killer.

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Pairing:  Hotch x Reader

Request:   anon asked: can you do a hotch x reader where the reader is his pregnant wife and she goes into labor while the team and her are held hostage? or something along the lines of that

@millionsleeplessnights asked:  Pregnant Reader x Hotch, you can do everything you want!

A/N:  Thank you for making my life easier by requesting similar things lol.  Anyways so just in case, there is a warning that the reader will be going into labor.  Hope you like it! Lots of angst ahead too, and it doesn’t have a happy ending, I’m sorry.  Slight flood warning??  It’s 2500+ words, so.

Originally posted by criminalmindsbauagent

You smiled at Jack, handing him off to Jessica.

“Thanks again for watching him.  I’ve just been needing some me time,” you said to his aunt.

“Hey, it’s not a problem.  It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to spend time with him, so it’s really a win win for both of us.”

At seven and a half months pregnant, you felt like you resembled something of a blimp.  With Aaron gone most of the time because of his job, you were almost always alone, but you still had a job and had to watch Jack on the weekends, so you thought maybe you should have one to yourself for once.

“Just get some rest, okay?  You deserve it,” Jessica said, giving you a small hug.  You hugged her back.

“Will do.”

Once she and Jack were gone, you went back into your house to draw a much needed bath.  You turned on your relaxing playlist and listened as ‘Sleepwalk’ by Santo and Johnny murmured through the speakers.  Setting up candles and lighting them around the bathtub, you sighed in content.

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The Colour Of You

Ninth of my new Soulmate au stories.

Tag list: @rabidwrestlingfan @theprestigious0ne  @anonwriter-lady @somehow-lovable-trash @youngandbiitter @meowmeowp @waystobcwickcd @andy-blur @padfoot13 @fangeekkk @tardis1967

Warnings: None. I was a good girl.

Summary: Your eyes are the colour of your soulmate’s hair and when they dye it your eyes change colour.

Word Count: 3730


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Underworld (Jason Todd x Reader)

Summary: You’re a crime boss and Jason takes over Gotham’s underworld.

Warnings: non, I guess. It’s kinda bad and sucks tho

You notice right away you are not alone. And considering the fact whoever sneaked into the warehouse was able to sneak into the warehouse makes you shutter.
Deep down you already know who it is.
And you wish desperately you are mistaken.
You try to act natural. The men working for you haven’t notice, being unaware of their environment like children.
The Red Hood took over Gotham’s underworld by storm, but with his skills it’s not surprising.
You’re not a bad person… you just work in a bad business.
A business where it’s easy to make enemies.

“So, look at that,” a dark voice calls. You raise your hand, stopping your people from shooting blinding in the dark corner of the ceiling. “Aren’t you a little too beautiful to run such a business?”

“Thanks for that slightly sexist statement, Robin,” you click your tongue and cross your arms.
The Red Hood.
He was Robin before Joker killed him.
Research is your superpower.
You don’t bother to care how he came back to life.

He jumps from the ceiling, landing right in front of you. You grin. He is tall, has thighs you really want to sit on and arms that could crush a skull. A red bat is embellishing his chest. “I suppose you already heard how things are working now.”

“I did indeed.” You nod. Half of Gotham’s drug bosses are dead thanks to Red Hoodie. You aren’t gonna pick a fight with him.

“Good.” He points his gun at you before putting it away. “Hey, no one had to die that’s pretty great.”

“Amazing.” You roll your eyes and walk him outside. The red helmet is a pretty smart move. No one sees the emotions that his face could give away and in a fight emotions can be easily used.
It’s also good for safety reasons, you suppose.

“Cheer up, (Y/N). It’s not much of a change for you anyway. You don’t sell to kids, you treat your girls right.” He did his homework, too.

“Yeah, I have morals… shocking.” You open the door for him, letting him step out. It is a grim night. It has been raining previously and instead of washing away the dirt of Gotham it makes it even worse.
He nods towards you and you return the gesture.
The door clicks shut again. Better a Bat ruling Gotham’s underworld than someone like Joker right?


“You were assigned to keep them safe!” You yell and bring your hand down on the table harshly. The man sitting in front of you jumps. He isn’t daring to look at you let alone move a single muscle. “Two girls are dead, because you were doing whatever, I don’t care!”

“I’m sorry, boss.” He pleads below a whisper. Is he, though? You’re not in this position because you tolerate mistakes. Everyone deserves a second chance, well, under normal circumstances. You pull your gun out and shot him right between the eyes. You take a deep breath and close your eyes for some seconds. “Julian,” you say, looking at your right hand. He nods, knowing the drill.
Throwing your jacket on you walk to the car.
Your throat tightens. It was never your favourite task to check the girls apartments to find out where their relatives live so you can break the sad news to them, but it is all you can do. They deserve it after all.
You park your car and get inside the apartment Judy and Jasmine were living in. Everything is nicely decorated. A lot of pillows and blanket make it cozy.

“What are you doing here?”

You point your gun at a red helmet. You heart races and your eyes are wide. He only managed to sneak up on you because your mind is somewhere else. “What are you doing here?!”

“I asked first.” He snaps like a child.

You put the gun away again and start looking through their stuff. “Two of my girls died yesterday. I’m looking for numbers of relatives, anything.”

“So, that’s why you shot that dude.” He concluded.

You stop and turn to him. His body seems as hard as wall. Is he working out a lot or does all this come from vigilanting? Is his face matching the body, though? What if he has no teeth, or worse, rotten ones. “Are you stalking me, Hoodie?”

“Checking if you follow the terms.” He corrects you.

You scoff and find their phones. They might as well are your best clue, but you keep looking anyway.

“I don’t get it,” Red Hood says. “How did you become a fucking crime leader? I see why you are now, but why in the first place?”

“I tell you if you take the helmet off,” you smirk and arch an eyebrow, challenging. It’s worth a try right? You were just really curious.

He chuckles. His gloved hands raise to his head and the scarlet helmet clicks open. You bite your lip as your eyes meet his rich blue ones. His hair is so dark it almost appears bluish and you’re sure he killed foes with that jawline and cheekbones before.

“We should fight and have angry sex,” you suggest honestly. “But, well. You know, Hoodie. I realized Batman is achieving squat. You can not wipe crime from the streets of Gotham, all you can do is control it.
I’ve lost people, that was the trigger if you want so.
I cannot stop prostitution, but I can try to keep them save and treat them right. I can’t stop gun trafficking, but I can control more or less who gets them.”

“Wise words.” His voice is clearer now. It’s making your skin shiver.

“That’s exactly what you’re doing, too. You wear a bat on your chest it’s pretty obvious in your case.”

“I’m not like Batman.” You notice you hit a nerve. Maybe being Robin was not the best thing that could happen after all. Well, he died as Robin. It surely wasn’t for him.

“You’re stronger.” You say and you mean it. Is it hard to not kill? You think it’s harder to kill and live with it.

Hoodie scoffs.

“Oh, and just ask for a date and don’t stalk me.” You wink before looking through the night stand that once belonged to Judy.

“I don’t do dates.”

“Well, angry sex then?”

Words Can Never Hurt Me // A Phan One-Shot

Genre: fluff, parent!phan

Words: 2.1k

Relationship status: married

Warnings: swearing, homophobic comments

Summary: While helping Dan and Phil grocery shop, Emily Lester overhears some mean comments from some people regarding her parents.

A/N: I hope the peeps who requested these stories don’t mind that I combined them into one story! It just seemed like the best thing to do since they’re so similar :D I hope you all enjoy!

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In Heat

Imagine: Being a female Werewolf, you’re dating Klaus and you’re in heat and bothered, when Klaus gets home, you decide to play a little game with him. (Requested ~Smut~ Being in heat is my idea, the rest was requested!)

You rubbed your legs together trying to get friction on your swollen clit, having no such luck and groaning in frustration. You had been in heat all day, wishing you weren’t a Werewolf and wanting to be a normal girl who could have a period instead. Being a wolf wasn’t so bad, but being in heat made you sexually frustrated and you wanted to fuck everything in sight. 

Klaus would be home soon, your lover. Since he was a male hybrid, he never had to worry about being in heat, it made you scoff. Even though he was horny all the time, that was because of his personality. Maybe he could help you out though, fuck you until you’re exhausted. The thought made you tingle, your legs spreading and hand trailing down your swollen breasts to your throbbing core. Your eyes shut, a gasp escaping you and your other hand cupping your large breast. 

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For Better or Worse - Part 4

Oh my god, I promised that this part would be out quickly and I totally screwed up, didn’t I!? My writer’s block has been so bad and I’m so sorry this took me so long. I hope you haven’t completely lost interest by now haha! I also apologise if this is a tiny bit shorter than the previous parts, but I hope you enjoy it all the same (and that your questions are starting to be answered? A little bit?…)      



              “We’ve been lying to you.”

              Alice Cooper choked on her words as if processing them for the very first time. “Jughead didn’t just ignore you for the past eight years.”

              Betty’s entire body seized up. “What?”

              “He called, he wrote, he even turned up at the door two years ago.”

              The whole crowd were muttering amongst themselves then, gasping and shaking their heads in astonishment. Betty’s breath caught in her throat as the paper walls she had single-handedly built for herself collapsed all around her.

              “Would you shut up and sit down?” Hal interposed, trying to keep his voice down and failing in the process.

              “Your father convinced me to keep it quiet,” Alice confessed, jerking her arm away and looking at the floor in utter shame. “He made me believe that it was what was best for you. But it’s not. Betty, it’s not.”

               “Betty?” Archie said, taking her by surprise as he grazed her arm to try and bring her back into the room with him.

               “Betty,” Alice repeated, her voice laced with guilt.

               Betty, Betty, Betty. Her own name sounding like something alien and distant to her now. The truth was that she had never been in the room to begin with. Glancing momentarily at Archie and then back at her mother, she was utterly lost for words. She allowed her eyes to dart across the room as if looking for an answer that wasn’t there, her breath quickening as she did so.

               “This is ridiculous,” Hal cleared his throat as he stood up beside his wife. “Your mother is deranged. You don’t believe this, surely?”

               “I need to go,” Betty muttered suddenly, the quiet words dripping from her lips as she picked up the bottom of her dress and stumbled towards the door.

               “Betty!” Archie bellowed, following her frantically and grabbing a hold of the hand that was once interlaced with his only moments earlier. “Don’t go, please.”

               “This is a mistake, Betty,” Hal reiterated, a sense of panic in his voice that she had not heard before.

               “Arch,” she whispered, ignoring her father’s remarks as she turned to see her fiancé for what felt like the first time in years. As a friend and as a distant memory, but nothing more. She shook her head as tears began to fill her eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

               And with that, Betty Cooper was doing something that she’d never imagined she’d find the courage to do. She was running. The past eight years flashed through her mind so quickly that she could hardly focus. Those nights that she had cried herself to sleep now all merged into one, feeling her heart shatter a little more with every unanswered phone call, text, email, letter. All of this so blindingly orchestrated by her parents when she had had her back turned. How could she ever forgive them for this? A familiar feeling appeared in the pit of her stomach. A longing. To see him, to touch him, to hear his voice; the only voice she ever wanted to hear say her name again. Everything she had thought had been a lie; a lie that had grown and developed and turned her entire life upside down. Sure, Jughead had left, but he had tried to come back. Even today, he had tried. He had never stopped trying. That, to her, changed everything.

               Nobody had followed her, not even her father, and she was pleasantly surprised at the new-found solitude. She wasn’t even thinking about the mess that she had left behind, all she could think of was the boy in the beanie who had kissed her in her bedroom all of those years ago and how badly she needed to be next to him again. She was outside now, pulling on her signature ponytail as her hair flew back in the wind. Warm raindrops were racing down her skin as she looked desperately around the wide open space before her. There was nothing. No one. Without much of a second thought, she continued to run, the trail of her white dress discolouring in the dirt below her. The further she fled, the further her perfect façade began to effortlessly strip away. The clouded sky was fading into a pink and orange hue as the storm began to pick up. Betty stopped in her tracks as she ran her hands through her dampened, messy hair, cupping her face as she stared up at the sky. I’ve lost him again, she cried silently.

               Unexpectedly, and almost by some kind of miracle, something in the distance caught her eye. To her right were the stables, a beautiful chestnut-coloured horse standing outside as a young woman not much older than herself brushed through his mane. It wasn’t long before the woman saw her approaching, jumping as she did so and grasping her chest as she laughed slightly.

               “Miss Cooper, or, I guess I should say Mrs Andrews now?” She stuttered, clearly taken aback by Betty’s abrupt and slightly bizarre change in appearance. “Is everything ok?”

               “I need this horse,” Betty retorted, panting heavily as her wet hair began to drip down her back.

               “I don’t,” the woman replied, “I don’t understand.”

               “Long story short, I need to go and find my high school boyfriend and tell him that I didn’t get married and that I’m in love with him.”

               The woman blinked. “Oh.”

                Cautiously handing over the reins without so much as another word, Betty smiled with sincerity as a warm breeze brushed over her. 

               “Thank you,” she said, before kicking off her shoes and hoisting herself up. “I’ll bring him back. One more thing?”

               “Y- yes?”

               “Do you have anything I can wear other than heels?”

               Just this morning, Betty Cooper was getting ready for her wedding day with shaking hands and an unbearable weight on her shoulders. Now, merely hours later, she was riding a horse through fields and empty streets in a dirtied wedding dress and old, worn cowboy boots. The weight was lifting, if only slightly. She had no idea where he was or where he could even be, she had no idea what she would even say or what the outcome would be, but she knew that she wasn’t giving up without a fight. Not again.

               A good half an hour must have passed before she finally recognised where she was. She was definitely back in Riverdale, the ceremony having taken place in a church just outside. There was a beautiful patch of land just beside it where they were setting up for the meal and after party, as well as horse rides for whoever wanted them. They hadn’t expected it to rain. They hadn’t expected Jughead to show up out of nowhere. They hadn’t expected the bride to take a horse and run away. But nothing in this town was ever as it seemed, and nobody knew that better than Betty Cooper.

               When she came upon the familiar red, lit up sign, she didn’t even have to think. He was in there. She knew he was. She kicked herself for even considering that he would be anywhere else. The one place he went to for comfort and solace, the place where he had kissed her hands and shown her a love and acceptance she didn’t even know had existed, the place where she had last seen him before he left as they had sat in total silence. The place where they had both fallen in love and fallen apart. 

              Before she could even act on her impulse, she saw him. He was leaving already, tightening his leather jacket against the wind and the rain. He was relatively far away, but she had not a single doubt in her mind that it was him. It took him approximately three seconds before he looked up and saw her. His face was unreadable, his eyes squinting in the midst of the storm. She was taken off guard, the rain hitting her cheeks and blurring her vision. He had stopped quite abruptly, his hands dropping to his sides as he drank in the image before him. Before she knew it, her feet were on the ground and she was walking closer, not daring to break their gaze for a second, becoming increasingly aware of the fact that this may well be the last time she would ever see him. She stopped at a comfortable distance. Her heart was pounding against her chest.

               “You know,” he remarked after a few moments of silence, “most people would’ve just gotten a cab.”

               “You know,” she replied, “you’re a total pain in the ass.”

               She wanted to run over and kiss him then, to grab his face in her hands and to never let him out of her sight again, but something stopped her. Her hands began to shake.

               “What are you doing here?” He asked. “Where’s Archie?”

               “Why didn’t you tell me?” she demanded, her tears intertwining with the rain. “I didn’t know that you’d tried to come back. I didn’t know.”

               “What do you mean you didn’t know?” he said suddenly. “Your dad told me that you didn’t want to see me. That you couldn’t even bear to look at me.”

               “And you believed him?”

               He looked towards the ground, struggling to find the right words, the rain now hammering against the concrete beneath them. There was a pause. Neither of them moved an inch.

              “I was lying when I told you I was happy,” she exclaimed, his eyes looking up to meet hers again. “But I think you already knew that.”

              Jughead gulped as he examined every inch of her, desperate to reach out and feel her skin against his. “I only wanted the best for you.” He pushed his hair out of his face. “And I didn’t think that that was me.”

              She finally stepped closer, the distance of eight painful years growing smaller and smaller as she let her hand instinctively brush against his cold, wet cheek. “Jug,” she breathed.

              He lifted his hand to meet hers then, the touch sparking something in the both of them that had been sitting waiting ever since the day that he’d left. Their eyes searched one another, finding something they had lost and had so desperately been trying to recover. His eyes slowly fell down to her lips as he bit his own, their breath quickening as they became increasingly aware of the space between them and how badly they wanted to fill it.

              “How could it be anyone but you?“

              “Betty!” A voice yelled, causing the both of them to jump out of their momentary bubble. Betty was shocked to turn and see her old best friend, the last person on earth she had expected to run after her, especially on her wedding day. “You need to come with me now,” she cried.


               She looked around her anxiously. “Both of you, please. Get in.”

              “What’s going on?” Betty stuttered, still clutching onto Jughead’s hand as she stepped a little closer. The lights of Veronica’s car were blinding, exposing the heaviness of the rain that they had been standing in, unaware of anything except for each other. The sky had turned a deep purple, the black clouds smothering the newly-risen moon. Nothing could prepare them for what was about to happen next.

              “I overheard your parents talking.” The thunder echoed around them, following a quick flash of light. Veronica gripped onto her steering wheel even tighter.



              “I think Toby’s alive.”


Pairing: SoulmateAu!Frank Castle x Reader 

Warnings: Swearing, sexual harassment, mentions of suicide, fluff in the end, but you’ve been warned.

Could you do a soulmate AU of your choice where frank castle protects a person from harassment and they turn out to be his soulmate and it’s really fluffy at the end

A/N: I took the AU from here and my baby @imaginedaily helped me with some details I needed to work on hehe <3 Feedback is good for authors.

@orangepenguin5 @shelvesandwhelves @john-benderr@muffinz323@justcallmecinammon@sexyvixen7@that1awkwardfangirl@sammiesamness @shamvictoria11​

Originally posted by renzybro

3 months and counting.

Frank looked at the shiny numbers of his timer on his forearm. They were slowly turning from green to an orangeish color, and the name under it was as bright as it always was. He sighed heavily as he finished his fourth coffee in a row. He wondered where this person was, what was the dangers they were about to face and why did they had so little time left. His temporary apartment was small, but it had enough things for his runaway life. Somehow Karen had a good head for shady things, and this apartment was not far from it. He put on his jacket, placed a pistol on his holster and closed the door behind him.

The night was only beginning…

(Y/N) zipped her hoodie up to her neck, put her earphones and played her Spotify list. It was cold and she preferred to stay in, but it was that or starve until the next night. She had no food at all in the fridge and she was hungry and angry, both at the same time. The nearest shop was 10 blocks away, and that was her real problem. The dangers of Hell’s Kitchen were the lesser of evils. Food was first and that was about it.

She took a look at her green bright numbers on her forearm, and it still had some years; her soulmate was still safe. She sighed in relief and smiled lightly; then she took in a deep breath and got out. The city was loud and alive. It was like a monster ready to eat everything like the No-Face monster from Spirited Away, but (Y/N) was strong enough to stand tall against the demons, and Frank did no less than that. He fought the demons with his own hands.

It was a cold night for both of them; two strangers that had only their city of residence as a common point. (Y/N) had the bags well secured in her hands, but no matter how loud her music was, she could still feel observed. She walked near a car to see herself on the mirror and see how a man was following her. She had seen him before at the store; he looked at her with dark eyes, he obviously wanted something. She walked faster, and so did he.

Up in the buildings, Frank Castle observed his city. He longed for another coffee, but it was dangerous for a man like him to go out for one just like that. He knew he had people to back him up, but it was still not a good idea to show himself in public. So for now, rooftops were just fine.

(Y/N) got to a busy street, not as full of people as it was of cars. The red light didn’t let her cross, and her mysterious companion stood closely next to her. Too close. She turned the music off to keep herself focused, and sent a silent prayer to whoever was up there. The green light showed up and (Y/N) started walking again. She took a few turns just to see if she could get away, but the more she tried to leave him behind, the more he tried to get close. There was no way of escaping from him unless she threw everything away and ran. She had no other choice.

Leaving the groceries behind, she took off, running as fast as she could in the freezing New York night. Up on a rooftop, Frank Castle followed a strange scene. A girl was being followed by a man. She ran fast, but the man ran faster. Frank saw her taking the wrong turn and next thing he knows is that a scream so feral, so painful cuts through the cold air and goes straight to his ears. No one comes to see, and he’s there, just a few floors up. He’s ready to take action and to end with one of the thousand demons of Hell’s Kitchen.

The night had already begun…

(Y/N) had fallen onto some bags that laid on the floor, while her attacker was crawling upon her. Her body was numb and she could escape from him. The man was already ripping her clothing with a small knife he kept hidden; the smell of alcohol only made her dizzier and more defenseless. Her brain ordered her to stand up, but her body was not responding.

She was half naked by the time she could react again. The cold against her skin woke her up and she started screaming for help again. At the top of her lungs, but no one came to help her and it only pissed her attacker more and more. He heavily landed a rough hand on her cheek, making her cry quietly as he took off his own clothing.

But out of a sudden, a pair of arms made throw the attacker away as if he was just a piece of paper tossed to the trash can. Frank tried to look away, but he couldn’t. It wasn’t because the girl was a pleasant sight, but because he couldn’t afford to look away as everyone did. He took of his jacket and gently offered it to the shaking girl. She recognized him immediately, but as shook as she was, she was unable to make any move, other than just curling under the warm cloth that she had just been handed.

Now he needed to take care of a rat. Not making much of a deal of it, Frank left the attacker unconscious because he didn’t want to scare her more than she already was. Once he believed it was enough, Frank wiped his brow and cleaned his hands on his t-shirt. He took a deep breath, trying hard to relax and seem more calmed. Once he turned around, he found the girl curled in the exact same position. She was in a terrible shock.

“I’m not gonna hurt'ya” he raised his palms, “just so you know” the girl nodded, or maybe it was just her head that shook so much, “uh– I’m Frank Castle, by the way, the–the Punisher” he scratched the back of his head as he took slow steps towards her; somehow she knew deep inside he was a trustworthy man. She couldn’t explain it, but she felt that way, “you can keep the jacket, and if you want, I–I can look away so you can put it on” he turned on his heels, giving her enough time to put on the jacket correctly and zip it, “is there a place I can take you? Do you have a home? The police station? Somewhere?” the girl couldn’t reply; her jaw shivered and not exclusively from the piercing chill of the night, “are you hungry? I mean, there’s someone I can call”

“No” she shook her head nervously, “no one”

“Okay” Frank nodded, “uh–are you (Y/N)? (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” (Y/N) nodded this time, “well–fuck it. You’re my soulmate” he reached out a hand to help her up.

“I know” (Y/N) smiled lightly and accepted the hand gladly “I’ve known that for a while” she tapped her left forearm and sighed heavily, trying to take in what had just happened. Her eyes darted to the man’s unconscious body and then to Frank’s eyes; Frank looked back.

“He’s not dead” he chuckled, “just knocked out” and placing a apparently heavy hand, which turned out to be incredibly gentle, soft and almost feather-like, on her shoulder. (Y/N) didn’t look afraid anymore, “so, where can I take you?”

“Take me home” she pleaded. “Shit” she muttered after a small pause, “I threw my food on the street” and took her palm to her forehead, “I don’t have more money with me–”

“I can call someone” Frank reminded, “it’s a friend who can bring food to your place and won’t ask a thing. Come on, let’s get you safe and warm”

(Y/N) welcomed Frank to her place. He was very comfortable in it, as if he lived there with her. She headed to the bathroom to have a well-deserved shower while Frank’s friend got there with something to eat.

It was an eternal shower, but the water couldn’t wash away the feeling of being touched by someone so vicious. She was far conscious of the demons of the city, but nothing had ever gotten so close to her. Not even a thug. She felt unsafe for the first time in a lifetime.

Once she was well wrapped with the towel, she left the ripped clothing inside a bag ready to be thrown to the garbage. She looked at her clock before sliding down her hoodie. It still had years and years until it hit zero. That mean Frank still had some more time… with her; the mere thought drew a smile on her lips. Sometimes she wondered how much time she had left, but soon the thought was left aside because Frank was calling her name to have something to eat. Against his wishes, he did not have coffee.

“My friend brought some tea, she thought–”

“She?” (Y/N) chimed in, “is she your… girlfriend?”

“She’s a girl, and she’s my friend” he shrugged, “but not my girlfriend” the two soulmates giggled so heartedly that whoever saw them would thought that they knew each other from an entire life, “what about you? Is there a significant other in your life? Or otherssss?”

“I ain’t got time for that” (Y/N) shook her head; they stayed in a barely awkward silence for a while, until she opened her mouth to ask something, “How did you know I was your soulmate?”

“Well, I saw my clock and it was turning orange. It had your name down below and…” he stopped, doubting if he should continue or not, (Y/N) frowned lightly and Frank carried on, “well I was having some fresh air and I saw you when you stopped at that red light. Next thing I know is that you’re being chased and you take that… very stupid turn” he pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, “and I just had to help you. I was drawn by you, I don’t know how. Then, the time changed and so did the color. It was green again. I put the pieces together”

“The time?”

“Uhh–fuck” he snapped his fingers, “so–well. When I got out you had little time. So I made up this theory that if you… well if that thing happened” he made the emphasis, “you would’ve…”

“Killed myself?” (Y/N) cocked an eyebrow; taking the cup in her hands and inhaling the warmth and the scent of herbs she took a pause, “sounds a bit dramatic, not gonna lie” she shrugged, “but possible” she took a big sip, letting the hot water run down her throat, heating up every cell of her body. The corners of her lips curled and she looked up to Frank again. “Thank you, for finding me and saving me. What a great soulmate I’ve got”

“Yeah, I’ll admit you’re not so bad either” he made a toast with his cup of tea and they both laughed again.

The two soulmates stayed talking and drinking tea until very late; just catching up with what it had been of their lives. (Y/N)’s eyes felt tired, and with good reason; it was around 4 am and she had been up for more hours that she could count. Frank noticed and encouraged his newly found soulmate to get some sleep; the night had been long for her and she needed to rest and hopefully forget what had happened.

“And where are you going?” (Y/N) sheepishly asked, “Cause if you have nowhere to go…”

“You want me to stay here?” He turned around, letting the knob go and doubting if to get closer, “I think you need to rest, and I’ll come by once I get the chance”

“Frank, sweetheart” she giggled, “I’m literally asking you to stay the night, nothing more than that. I may have something that could fit you” Frank cocked an eyebrow at her, “I like huge clothes for whenever I’m tired”

(Y/N) invited Frank to her bedroom and gave him something to wear. She brushed her teeth and when she was done, she found him awkwardly standing next to the bathroom’s door, already wearing his night clothes. She slid under the covers and signaled him to do so too. The Punisher took a deep breath and for the first time in a very long, he felt comfortable and ready to have a good night of sleep.

(Y/N) curled towards him, and against all odds, he happily welcomed her into his arms. He hadn’t figured out how long it had been since he got pure and uninterested human contact for the last time. Shaking the thoughts away, he placed a tender kiss on her temple, and even though he hated to admit it, he slept with a great smile on his lips. And so did (Y/N). She felt invincible, and who isn’t when they have Frank Castle, the Punisher himself, as their soulmate?