#I'm punching myself in the face over how stunning she is

[spicymambaae]

How can a woman be so breathtaking??? I literally gasped for air WTF KARINA???

To have this pretty face between your legs my god...

[carlsdarling]

Heated arguments

Carl and Y/N have an argument, then some make-up sex, and it gets really emotional... More of a plot, and also sex and fluff. Everyone is 18 or over. (This was requested, but the request somehow vanished from my inbox, don't know.)

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex

You were just fed up. Carl's overprotective attitude, the way he constantly tried to control you and forbid you to do things, and you glared at him angrily when he scolded you for going on a supply run with Maggie and Glenn for once and then leaving them to search a pharmacy and getting surrounded by walkers. You'd wanted to search the pharmacy for a few more personal items, including condoms.

"You could have died," Carl told you, his face pale with anger, his jaw tense. "You almost died!"

"No, I wouldn't have died," you contradicted defiantly and crossed your arms in front of your chest.

"Are you kidding me?" Carl's voice pitched. "Maggie told me that there were at least a dozen walkers in the pharmacy when she and Glenn came in, and that you were stuck on top of a cabinet! If Maggie and Glenn hadn't vanquished the walkers, they would have tipped the cabinet over and eaten you alive."

"No, they wouldn't have," you replied against your better judgment. "The walkers would have given up."

Carl stared at you, stunned, his eye narrowed. "Are you really that stupid, Y/N, or are you just faking it?" he insulted you, ruffling his hair. "You know, I may not want to admit that my girlfriend has a birdbrain, but obviously she does," he stated brutally. "No one with a shred of intelligence would put themselves in a predicament like that! And then you get upset that I'm supposedly controlling you? Yes, maybe I do, but the reason is that you're stupid and reckless and can't take care of yourself!" Angrily, he clenched his right fist and punched a locker.

You flinched at his words and his outburst of anger, and you began to seethe inside. "Oh yeah, but of course Carl Grimes The Almighty is perfect! Who puts themselves in danger all the time, on purpose? You do! How many times have I told you not to go into dark stores alone to loot unimportant stuff?"

Only recently you had scolded Carl for going into an abandoned department store just to get an old CD player for you. Beaming like a child, he had presented the item to you and had been as proud as all the times before when he had taken extra dangerous actions just to be able to give you presents - perfume, jewelry, make-up, books, anything he knew you would like. No matter how many times you told him to stop, he wouldn't listen to you.

"At least I can look after myself," Carl replied angrily. "You can't. I forbid you to go on any tours without me!"

You put your hands up indignantly. "You don't have any right to forbid whatsoever, Carl! Fuck you!" you shouted at him before turning around abruptly and running off in the direction of your house.

"Fine!" Carl called after you. "Then do what you want!" Enraged, he marched off in the opposite direction, his hands in his pockets. It was true that he regularly did dangerous things himself - but only to please you and impress you. No, actually that was only half the truth. Carl's missing eye made him feel inferior to the other new lads in Alexandria, and he lived in constant fear that you might leave him for one of them. Carl couldn't bear the thought of losing you, so he desperately tried to impress and spoil you to prove to you that he was the best option for you. Even if it meant risking his life.

You slammed the door behind you in anger and even started cleaning the house in your frustration. Who did Carl think he was?

Not even an hour passed before there was a knock at the door. Standing on the threshold - Carl. You looked at him in silence. "Can I come in?" he asked shyly. Wordlessly, you let him in. "I... can we get along again?" He looked at you pleadingly and his hands were shaking, he was obviously nervous.

"Carl, you called me a birdbrain, I..."

"I didn't mean it that way," he murmured, hugging you and burying his face against your shoulder. "Let me make it up to you?"

Your body responded to Carl as it always did, and you moaned softly as he began to kiss your neck. You were like wax in his hands; you always had been, and you didn't protest as he directed you to the couch in the living room, swept the cushions down and pressed you onto the padding. "Carl, this is inappropriate, we're still in an argument," you whispered, gently trying to push him away.

"I was thinking of some make-up sex," Carl whispered back, and you succumbed to the temptation - even if it didn't solve your problems. Carl unbuttoned your blouse, unhooked your bra and soon had your jeans and panties pulled down too, leaving you naked in front of him. You couldn't wait to see him naked too and tugged impatiently at his belt. Carl stood up to hastily remove his clothes, and before he was about to lie back down next to you, you grabbed his slim hips, grasping his proudly erected dick and giving the tip some kitten licks, then slowly slid his veiny shaft into your mouth and sucked on it.

Carl's knees got wobbly, he inhaled sharply and began to whimper, then he put his hand on your head, tousled your hair and controlled the movements of your mouth. "Oh yes, please," he whispered breathless with arousal. You cupped his balls with one hand and rubbed them while you continued to slowly suck Carl off. Some precum leaked out of his cock and you swallowed it before suddenly withdrawing from him, eliciting a sound of disappointment from Carl. His dick glistened with your saliva as he lay on top of you without further foreplay, gently forcing your legs apart and thrusting into you in one smooth motion. You were more than ready for him and moaned out, your hot, soaking wet walls clenching around his cock. Carl's heart was beating right next to yours as he fucked you with skilled movements. You buried your face in his neck curve, kissing and nibbling his pale skin, while Carl's long hair tickled your face and you inhaled his scent, which intoxicated you as always - the typical, unique Carl scent that made your hormones go crazy.

You lifted your hips. Carl's cock slid in and out with a steady rhythm, and he breathed heavily, again and again he let out those small, adorable moans that turned you on even more. You stroked Carl's back, completely overwhelmed by your feelings for him, it was just you and Carl and your lovemaking, and your whimpering grew louder.

"You cumming?" Carl looked at you, little drops of sweat standing between his eyebrows.

"Carl, oh yes, Carl," you moaned, half senseless with lust. Carl was delighted as always that he was the reason you felt so good, and he would make sure you cum before he did. He withdrew from you almost completely, then slowly penetrated you again, again and again, until you were on the verge of madness. "Oh my God, Carl, you're so good." The orgasm came over you so hard it felt like your head was going to explode , and Carl noticed a new gush of slippery hot moisture welcoming his cock. He quickened his pace, his moans became louder and louder, his thrusts harder and more irregular, then he tensed up, all his muscles tightened, and he had his release right inside your pussy.

Carl stayed on top of you for a while, both of you sticky with sweat and body fluids, and you pressed against him. You two didn't speak until Carl finally pulled his dick out and lay down right beside you. "Are we... good with each other again?" he asked shyly.

You frowned. "The fact remains that you called me stupid, Carl," you said icily.

Carl winced with guilt. "I didn't really mean it. I'm sorry," he whispered glumly, and when you didn't respond, he reached for his jeans, which were lying on the floor next to the sofa, and fished out a necklace with a pendant in the shape of a glittering jaguar. He attempted to hand you the necklace. "Here, I found this when I was scavenging, and I thought..." He seemed anxious.

Anger welled up in you, and you slapped Carl's hand away; the necklace whirled through the air and landed on the ground. "Tell me, don't you get it?" you snapped at him. "I don't want you to keep getting unimportant things for me! You put yourself in unnecessary danger every time! For bullshit like a fucking necklace! And don't tell me you found the necklace by accident!"

Carl blushed and lowered his gaze. "You're right, the jewelry store was full of walkers. It... it's just... well, it's just that..."

You looked at him inquiringly. "It's - what, Carl?" you asked in a softer tone.

Carl struggled with himself, then it all burst out of him. "It's just that there are these new guys in the community, and I can see them staring at you - and at me, with my ruined face. I... what else can I do but go the extra mile to make sure you stay with me? To make you like me? I don't want to lose you, Y/N." Carl's lower lip quivered slightly.

Carl's words touched you and made you sad. He was so insecure about your affection for him that he felt he had to shower you with gifts and attention - even if it meant putting his life on the line. It took you a while before you could answer. Carl didn't look at you, he stared at the ceiling, a single tear trickling from his left eye. It flowed down the side of his cheek and dripped onto the sofa cushion, leaving a dark stain.

"Carl," you said, shocked. "Do you really think I feel so little for you? That I'd leave you for another guy if you didn't make an extra effort to please me all the time? No matter if you risk your life in the process?" You couldn't believe it.

Carl was crying now, and it was the first time you'd ever seen him cry, and it distressed you even more. "I... before those boys came, I was the only one here your age, and... and I was scared that you were only with me, because I am the only option." He sounded bitter. "But now that Ron and Benjamin and Spencer and the other lads are here, well... you have a choice, and why on earth would you pick me?" He sounded completely despondent.

You were completely gobsmacked, and you hugged Carl tightly. "You fucking idiot, you," you said tenderly, brushing his dark hair out of his face and kissing him; his tears tasted salty. "I didn't get together with you because you were the only option, but because I fell in love with you, eye or no eye. And I would never exchange you for another guy. And I don't want you to put yourself at risk to impress me ever again, because I couldn't bear it if something happened to you. Carl, I love you more than anything. I love you for who you are"

Carl looked at you, his eye puffy and red. "Really?" he whispered, smiling at you. It took a load off his mind. You felt him finally let go of his worries and his body relaxed.

You nodded. "Please don't ever do that again," you urged him, pointing to the necklace. "Promise me."

"I promise," he said quietly and stood up for a moment to pick up the necklace from the floor. "But I can still give it to you, can't I?" He grinned mischievously. "It's already here."

You rolled your eyes. "All right," you admitted defeat. Carl put the necklace on you and cuddled up to you again. "I love you, Y/N," he whispered happily, wrapping his arms around you.

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Tags: @knochentrocken0808 @tessasweet @xxcarlswifexx @taylormarieee

[hard-core-super-star]

my ears fill with the sound of you kneeling [K.Bishop]

pairing: sub!kate bishop x dom!reader

summary: you and your girlfriend explore a slightly unconventional form of comfort after you catch her slipping into her self-destructive tendencies again.

warnings: smut -> minors and god look away [literally just porn with feelings…like a LOT of feelings; petplay/puppyplay; vibrator use; humping/grinding; finger sucking; a touch of overstimulation; kate exploring her submissive side while R tries to guide her through it]

wordcount: 2.4k

a/n: i was working on a few requests and then i blacked out and wrote this whole thing instead. i'm sorry [but also, you're welcome :)] i have nothing else to say for myself, enjoy. [we'll be back to our regularly scheduled wholesome hailee steinfeld programming next week]

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“I can explain.”

Those words never mean anything good, especially when they come from the mouth of a certain stubborn archer. A stubborn archer you happen to be very much in love with.

You sigh the second her words reach your ears, making sure to count down from five before turning away from the fridge to face her. You’re not sure what you’re expecting to find but you’re sure expecting it wouldn’t have helped much anyway.

Kate stands in front of you, her face littered with small (badly bandaged) cuts and noticeable bruises forming on her gorgeous face.

The purple suit she wears whenever she goes out on “Avengers business” (as she likes to call it) hides the damage you’re sure has been done to her body. You don’t know whether to yell at her or ask her if she’s okay.

Ultimately, you do neither and instead, walk away before you say something you’ll regret. Just because your girlfriend happens to be a very powerful and stupidly reckless superhero doesn’t mean you have to like it. You’ve learned a lot about the brunette since you started dating her and sometimes that information was more of a curse than a blessing.

“y/n, wait!” She calls out before following after you like a lost puppy. “Just hear me out.”

“Hear you out?” You scoff. “Why? So you can lie to me and tell me you’re totally okay when we both know the truth?”

The lack of response tells you everything you need to know.

She’s slipping again. Letting herself get caught up in fears and doubts that only make her act more reckless than usual. She’s not getting hurt because she’s unskilled or lacks proper training, she’s getting hurt because she wants to. Because she thinks she deserves it.

You hate that you understand where she's coming from. You're not a stranger to self-destructive tendencies but at least yours don't involve getting repeatedly punched in the face.

She follows you all the way into the bedroom and it’s not until you’re both in the safety of those four walls that her hand grips your wrist. You could escape her hold if you wanted to but you’re not angry enough for that. A part of you wishes you were so you didn’t have to look at the pain written all over her face as she turns you around to face her.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“Please,” she says, taking a step closer. “Tell me what I can do to fix this.”

She's practically begging you and despite how badly you want to pretend tonight never happened, you catch a glimpse of the desperate look in her eyes. You don't think you've ever seen it before and yet you know exactly what it means.

Kate's begging for more than just your forgiveness right now.

You know you shouldn’t do it. You should tell her to take a shower and then climb into bed with her and help her recover from her mistakes. But your response slips out before you can stop it.

“Kneel.”

Your breath catches in your throat as she complies immediately with your command. A part of you had been expecting her to do it and yet it stuns you all the same.

You’ve never seen your girlfriend like this. Not only is this the most submissive she's ever been with you, but it’s also the most relaxed you’ve seen her since her destructive cycle started up again.

For the first time in weeks, the weight she carries on her shoulders every day disappears. There’s no shame, no regret, no pain in her eyes. Nothing but pure adoration and submission.

“Please,” she whispers. “I need you.”

Her words should be arousing, and in a weird way they are, but you can’t stop the waves of concern from crashing into you. You can tell she really does need this. Needs to let go of herself and have someone else take the wheel for once. But you’re not sure if that person should be you considering the way you’ve been treating her since she walked through the door.

You open your mouth to tell her that much but she’s quicker than you are. Her hand reaches out for yours and she holds your wrist tightly before bringing it closer to her mouth. You watch with wide eyes, barely able to breathe, as she slowly takes two of your fingers into her eager mouth.

The warm wetness that surrounds your digits is unlike anything you've ever experienced before. The vulnerability turns into intimacy right in front of your eyes and, even though you're nervous as hell about messing this all up for her, you let the moment envelop you until everything else fades away.

You know, deep down, you need this just as much as she does.

When you finally speak again, it's in a tone you've never used before, not with Kate, not with anyone but you seem to hit the nail right on the head considering the reaction you get out of your girlfriend. “Good girl. Is this what you need? To have your pretty mouth filled up and used?”

She whines in response, the sound coming out muffled yet desperate. It’s the closest she can get to confirming your suspicions in this state.

A shiver runs down your spine at the thought of all the things you could do to her. Kate’s always been strong. Resilient in all aspects of her life, and it really would be so easy to push her to her breaking point. But you don’t want to do that. Not tonight. Not when you can see how much she needs to be both comforted and dominated.

You are a little upset with her still though so you decide to meet her halfway.

“Strip.”

You remove your fingers from her mouth once the command is out in the air, ignoring the whimper she lets out at the loss. You pretend to ignore the telltale sound of fabric rustling as she removes her clothes while you walk to the bedside table and take out a familiar wand vibrator.

Your steps are slow and deliberate once you decide to make your way back to her. It’s impossible for your eyes not to trail down her contradiction of a body. She’s full of toned muscles from years of archery and martial arts training and yet there’s an air of softness to her skin.

An air of warmth that seems to radiate from her even now. Even as bruises litter her torso and cuts nip at her soft thighs.

“You look so pretty on your knees for me, baby.”

She shakes her head although a small pink hue spreads along her face at your words. “Not baby.”

“No?” You ask as you come to a stop in front of her, forcing her to tilt her head back to look up at you. “Then what are you?”

A beat of silence passes and you almost expect her to keep her desires to herself…until a single whisper falls from her inviting lips. The sound is so quiet you almost wonder if you imagined it.

“Puppy? Is that what my good girl wants to be for me? A cute little puppy?”

Your hesitation at using the name fades away the second Kate’s eyes light up at the sound of it. You’re not sure how long she’s kept this desire a secret from you but it’s merely another thing to add to the long list of reasons why you love her.

The look on her face is enough of a response but she still uses her words, clearly looking to keep being your good girl. “Yes, please.”

“Such a good puppy.” Your free hand comes down to pet the top of her head. You chuckle to yourself while she whines and presses up against the loving touch. “A little puppy like you needs to be trained. Do you think you can handle that, pup?”

She nods instantly and you know she’s placing all her trust in you. Trust that you’ll take care of her the way she needs right now. That you won’t leave her like so many before you.

“Stay like that, okay?” You reach over to grab a random pillow from the bed and place it between her legs.

Her hips buck forward before you even do anything. You coo at her, placing a quick kiss on the top of her head and positioning the vibrator on top of the pillow. You make her wait a few agonizing seconds before you switch the toy on.

The sound she lets out is more of a whine than a moan but neither of you mind too much. You move the toy around, making sure it’s pressed right against her clit and pretending you don’t notice the speed with which her wetness covers the vibrator.

You step back once you’re satisfied and the pout she gives you might just be the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen. “You have to be trained, remember, pup? No touching. If you want to cum, you’ll have to hump that vibe like the needy little puppy you are.”

A part of you thinks she’s going to complain about the rules you’ve set in place but then her face contorts in pleasure and you know her mind is too far gone for her to argue back.

There’s no better feeling for you right now than watching as your girlfriend lets herself go like this. There may be a lot of things the two of you need to talk about later but right now is all about helping her feel good. It’s about providing her with something she’s always wanted but never had.

You’re lost in a world of your own as your eyes hone in on the way she grinds her needy cunt against the toy. You could probably come undone from the mere sight but you’re not thinking about yourself right now.

“How’s that feel, puppy?”

You don’t expect her to be able to form words right now but she surprises you. “Good! Feels, oh- feels so good!”

“I’m glad. You deserve to feel good, pup.”

She half-whimpers, half-moans in response.

It only takes a few more moments for her movements to grow sloppy, a telltale sign that she's close to the edge.

“I’m gonna-” One quick look at your face causes her to change her words. “Please, please can I cum?”

You can’t hold back your smile as she asks for permission. “Yes. Go ahead and cum for me, puppy.”

She doesn’t leave you waiting for long. All it takes is a few more seconds of her humping the vibrator for her to fall apart. Your eyes widen slightly while you take in the enticing sight before you. The way her whines grow louder, the way her whole body trembles and her head flies back in pure ecstasy.

“y/n!” She cries out.

You’re there in an instant.

You’ve missed so many things, messed up even more, but you’re there when she needs you this time. There’s no hesitation in your movements, no other thoughts in your usually crowded mind except being the support beam your girlfriend desperately needs right now.

“It’s alright, you did so good for me.” Your voice is barely above a whisper as your arms wrap around her trembling frame.

She slumps forward into you, incoherent mumbles and soft whimpers leaving her lips. The sight would be heartbreaking if you weren’t acutely aware of the way her hips continue to rock against the vibrator still snugly nestled against her sensitive cunt.

“Katie,” you mumble. “You can stop, darling. You don’t have to keep going.”

Even as the words escape you, you can tell she doesn’t want to stop. She’s sensitive and vulnerable and so, so needy.

“Please…” You can’t see her face but you can feel the desperation in her voice as her breath hits your neck.

You instantly pull her closer to you, whispering soft reassurances as your hand slowly slides down her body, teasing and caressing her overheated and battered skin. Her body trembles against yours and you feel her bury her face into the crook of your neck in search of some stability.

You’re happy to provide it for her, allowing her to hold on tightly to your arms despite the sting her nails leave behind on your skin.

Your fingers finally reach the buzzing toy and you grab onto the handle to lift it up and press it further into her dripping pussy. She reacts immediately, letting out muffled gasps of pleasure as she continues to grind against the overwhelming stimulation you’re providing her with.

“Shh, you’re okay.” You don’t know if your words register in her mind but you keep going anyway. “Such a good puppy letting me play with you like this.”

“Need…please…”

“I know, pup, I know. Just let go. Let me make you feel good.”

She was closer to the edge than you expected because those words are all it takes for her to fall apart again. Her grip on you tightens to the point of being painful but you don't dare move away from her.

You let out a soft sound of your own when you feel her wetness drip down onto the toy in your hand. You're sure your fingers are soaked with her release but you don't focus on anything except your shivering girlfriend.

“Good girl,” you whisper as you turn the vibrator off and move it away from her. “My good little puppy.”

You feel a different type of wetness hit your neck. You're not sure if the tears are from pleasure or pain but you comfort her all the same.

“It's alright, Katie, you're alright.”

The whimper you get in response tugs at your heartstrings enough to get your hand moving. It's a bit awkward considering the position you're both in but you manage to slip your fingers between your neck and her mouth.

It only takes a second for her to register what you're offering her. Her lips part and she takes your fingers into her mouth, moaning at the taste of herself that lingers on your soaked digits.

“Shh, I've got you. You're safe with me.”

You both know your words are true and a sense of calm settles into the air around you.

It's going to take a lot more than this moment of pleasure to help Kate out of the cycle she finds herself in but this is a good first step. And you intend to hold her as tight as this when you finally begin to navigate what comes next.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

My favorite headcanon ever is that Steve is lying in bed, and he rolls over into a pair of comforting arms. He sighs, snuggling into a cool but rather comfy chest. Their skin a welcome presence against his warm cheek. Steve blinks rapidly. Wait a minute. He looks up to find Eddie sleeping in his bed.

"Eddie?! Didn't you die?!" Steve asked.

"Huh. . .? Oh, yeah, I got better. Go back to sleep, baby," Eddie said.

Steve stared at him for a minute before laying his head back down. Yeah, he had to be dreaming. It was such a nice dream. Steve curled a hand tightly around Eddie's hip and fell back asleep.

In the morning, Robin had biked over to Steve’s house, wondering why the hell her best friend wasn't answering his phone. She used her key and went in, lumbering up the stairs to Steve’s room. She opened the door to find him fast asleep, in the arms of Eddie Munson. Robin shrieked.

"Oh my God! Eddie, didn't you die?!" Robin exclaimed.

"Ugh, why does everyone keep asking me that?" Eddie asked.

"Maybe because you died?!" Robin yelled.

"Oh, yeah."

"Shit!" Steve yelled, finally waking up. "It wasn't a dream."

"Hi, baby," Eddie said, sweetly, as he cupped his face and gave him a kiss. "You want pancakes? I'm going to make us some pancakes."

He got out of bed and moved past Robin out the door. Robin looked at her friend, stunned.

"He just kissed you."

"Yeah, I was there."

"Have you - have you guys done that before?"

"Nope."

"Ah. Maybe he thinks this is a dream. Let's ask him," Robin said.

They wandered into the kitchen where Eddie was digging through his cabinets. Steve realized Eddie was wearing his old gym clothes and was now wearing one of his mother's clips to hold his hair up.

"Eddie? Do you think this is a dream?" Robin asked.

"No. . . Do you?" Eddie asked.

"You died, Eddie. Now you're standing in my kitchen acting like it's no big deal and then you kissed me! You kissed me, Eddie," Steve said.

"Shit. You have every right to punch me for that!" Eddie exclaimed and turned to face him, fully panicking. "I came back, man. I crawled out that hellhole myself, and I'm not sure how. . . I mean, I think I might be a vampire. Anyway, I got out of there and I all I could think about was you, Steve. That was my first thought. . . Well, not without wondering if Dustin was okay, though. I checked on him first, and then I came here to you. You were already asleep, and so I took a shower. Sorry, man, I borrowed your clothes. Anyway. I looked at you, and you looked so beautiful that I couldn't help but think about all the opportunities that I could have lost with you, and my only thought was how much I just wanted to sleep next him and hold him. You can totally hit me because I totally deserve it. I just didn't want to die again without knowing what it was like to kiss you," Eddie rambled on.

Steve moved towards him and cupped his face.

"Eddie, is it really you?" Steve asked.

"Yes."

Steve leaned forward and kissed him. Eddie whimpered against his mouth and melted into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Steve's neck, pulling him tightly against him. Steve picked him up and placed him on the counter, stepping in between his legs. Eddie wrapped his legs around him in a tight grip as Steve deepened the kiss.

"Are we just going to ignore the fact that he said he's a vampire? . . .Okay. Fine. I'm still here!" Robin exclaimed.

Suddenly, there came a pounding on the door, startling everyone. Dustin's voice floated through the door.

"Steve! I'm freaking out! Last night, I woke up, and I saw Eddie staring at me through my window! I assumed that I was dreaming, but I went outside this morning, and there were a set of footprints and his bandana, which I am sure we left with him in the Upside Down. . .Steve, I think Eddie might be alive!"

[rottenpumpkin13]

Imagine if Vincent woke up during Nibelheim?

I really wanted to write a crack funny answer but I couldn't bring myself to ignore this concept asdfghjkzzzzz enjoy

°:. *₊ ° . ° .•°:. *₊ Vincent knew he would inevitably be roused from his sleep. However much he wished otherwise, he understood it was merely a matter of time before someone woke him up. Whether it be curious children or overly bold explorers stumbling upon the mansion and venturing this far, Shinra operatives seizing him, or even the dreaded idea of Hojo himself, a scenario he prayed would never happen.

The point remained; he anticipated it. That being said, it did not lessen the blow of the shock when he sensed someone enter the chamber.

His eyes snapped open, fixating on the interior of the coffin lid, while his body remained motionless and silent, akin to a predator lying in wait. Then came the footsteps, tentative and deliberate, drawing nearer to the coffin.

Vincent's hand closed around Cerberus as he awaited the inevitable. Then there was shuffling, followed by hands grasping at the coffin lid. Anticipating the intruder's move, Vincent beat them to the punch⏤flinging open the door.

"Who dares disturb me?" he demanded, his voice hollow with bitter anger.

With a blur of his crimson cape, the coffin lid was cast aside. Vincent sprang up, exhibiting a swiftness not felt in years, aiming his gun directly at the intruder's head.

Two slitted green eyes widened in response. It was as good as a bucket of ice dunked over Vincent's head. He faltered, a screen of memories flooding back into his mind's eye like a highlight reel of his sins, one after the other, each a painful flash: Lucrecia—Hojo—Jenova—Sephiroth. 

Sephiroth.

For a moment, Vincent failed to notice how much he had grown. The silver strands framing his face and the glassy green eyes mirrored that of the infant he had last seen so many years ago. But now he was a man, appearing utterly lost.

Vincent kept his gun leveled, and Sephiroth made no move for a weapon. He simply stood there, his hollow gaze framed by dark circles beneath his eyes.

"I'm… Sephiroth," he uttered, his voice small enough to startle Vincent into lowering the gun.

Vincent's breath came heavy, a thin sheen of sweat forming beneath his bandana. He stepped back, forcing himself to truly see Lucrecia's son. A wave of anguish gnawed at his insides, raw and undeniable, threatening to drag him under had he ever been buried.

Sephiroth bore her likeness: her chin, her lips, her cheeks. He was hers. She stood before him again… looking unwell.

Vincent rushed forward before Sephiroth could collapse. As Sephiroth sank to his knees, a quiet cry of pain escaping him, Vincent caught him, feeling the bones beneath his gloves as he grasped Sephiroth's wrist.

He was malnourished, probably burdened by a weight that had reduced him from his former strength. He needed help, and urgently. Vincent helped him to his feet, wrapping an arm around his back for support.

And for a fleeting moment, he held Sephiroth as he once saw him as a baby, and everything felt right. This time, he vowed, he would make sure of it.

Hours later, Cloud entered their shared room at the inn with Zack. His troubled expression was evidently told from the crease on his brow, which was the first thing Zack noticed when Cloud closed the door and leaned against it.

"What's wrong?" Zack asked, closing his book and sitting up.

Cloud paced further into the room, his lips a thin line. "I… didn't know Sephiroth had a father."

Zack rose, the hair on the back of his neck standing with him. "You saw Sephiroth? Where? When did he come back?"

Cloud appeared equally stunned, but he had a tale to tell. "Just now. There was another man with him… really tall, kinda looked like a vampire."

Zack's jaw dropped. "Is Sephiroth alright? Does he need us? Man, he must be a wreck after staying holed down in that library for a damn week."

Cloud shook his head. "I offered to help them up the stairs, but they managed. Sephiroth seems… lost? Confused? I showed him to Sephiroth's room, and they went there. I think he's taking care of him."

Zack collapsed onto the bed, utterly flummoxed. "Who is he? Where did he come from? Does Sephiroth know him?"

So many questions flooded Zack's speech, and Cloud had but one answer to encompass them all.

"I asked for his name, but he didn't say," Cloud admitted. "He only mentioned that he was Sephiroth's father."

[harperb2813]

The Archer 🏹

Things get steamy after you and Kate leave your father’s dinner party

Warnings: Cursing, kissing, dirty talking, teasing, use of y/n,dom! Kate x sub! reader, oral sex strap on use (r! receiving), multiple orgasms, choking, shower teasing.

a/n; I’m working on another story so have this while I finish it. I am going back to my Christmas gf, but Ellie will be back soon I promise.

Kate’s POV:

Y/n Stark. I don't know what it is but something draws me towards her. It could be the way she smiles, or her beautifully eyes. It could be her stunning personality. The way she laughs, parts her hair snaps her fingers when she's stressed or nervous. It could also be her looks. She has a beautiful body. Her hair is perfect and silky. I stare at her for a short while, admiring her from afar. Her boyfriend, Jason walks be hind her grabs her hand. She flinches. As she walks away Y/n has worried look on her face.

I know it's none of my business but my curiosity leads me to slowly start to follow Y/n and Jason. I see them head into a inclosed room and I have a feeling that something bad is going on to happen. The look she gave me when Jason arrived and when she turned around. I start to eavesdrop and hear her and Jason arguing.

'This can't by good.' I think ' the look in her eyes when he was there was fear.' And then I hear a slap. I freeze. Then I see red. I immediately open the door and see Jason standing over an scarred y/n. I grab him by the collar and push him against the wall

"What the hell!" He yells "Get off of me!"

"Did you just hit her?" I ask him

"Kate don't" Y/n says holding her cheek . I look over at her and think if I should go through with this. I ignore her and ask him again

"Did you hit her!?" I yell at him

"Yes! I did! But she deserved it. She's a little bitch! She should have shut up when I told her to." He said. Out of the corner of my eye I see y/n's eyes start to tear up. That was it. Something inside me clicked and I punched him.

"If you ever touch her again, it will be the last thing you do. Do you understand?"

"Yeah yeah whatever." He says. "What are you gonna do about?" To prove my point I kick my leg up and hit him in the balls.

"FUCK!!!" He says, clasping his crotch as I let him go. "This isn't over!" He says through gritted teeth.

"Y/n, are you ok?" I ask rushing over and kneeling down to help her ignoring Jason's comment.

"Yeah. I'm ok" she says. Now that I'm closer to her I notice more cuts and bruises, most likely from Jason.

"C'mon," I say. "I'll take you back to my place and get you cleaned up."

"Are you sure?" She asks

"Of course"I say. She blushes and thanks me as we get up and head back to my apartment.

We get there and we are greeted by Lucky.

"Oh my gosh is this your dog?!" She says going to pet him.

"Oh yeah that's Lucky" I say.

"He's so cute!" She bends down to pet him. As she does, she looks at me and smiles. I blush. I look at her, fantasizing about us. I snap back to reality.

"If you want to shower there is one upstairs"

"Thanks," she says. "For everything."

I smile and head to my room. "Ok Kate don't freak out. Just act cool. Cool? How do I act cool? I whisper to myself. I hear a knock.

" Hey, can I come in?" Y/n asks.

"Sure" I say. She comes in and shuts the door. She looks at me and sits on the bed.

"Kate, I- I have something to tell you." She says nervously.

"Oh, ok. What is it?"

“Well i- it'd be better if I just showed you." She stands up and pulls me in for a kiss. Her lips are soft. I close my eyes. She pulls away. I stare at her with a shocked look in my face. "Oh no. Your not reacting. Why aren't you reacting. Shit! Oh no this was a bad idea!" She says

"Wait Y/n!" I say. I grab her hand and walk closer to her. "It's ok" I lean in and kiss her.

Your POV:

Kate pulls me in for a kiss. She kisses me softly and then I kiss her back harder. We start making out and she pushes me against the wall and starts kissing my neck, holding my arms above my head. Then I break free and push her onto the bed. I climb on top of her, putting my legs on her hips, straddling her.

"May I?" I ask. She nods slowly. I start to take off my shirt and she takes off hers. I unhook her bra exposing her tits. I go back to kissing her and I feel her hand going up my neck. I start to move my lips lower until I'm at her waist. I unbutton her pants and quickly continue kissing all the way down to her thighs.

"Are you ready?" I ask her.

"Yes" she says. I slowly enter my tongue and I start eating her out.

"Fuck! Oh my god" she moans. Her hands grip my hair tightly.

I go back up and start kissing her thighs more.

"Wait keep going" she breathes.

"Should I use my fingers this time?" I ask

"Please do!!" she responds. I go back down this time inserting my fingers. I hear her moans fill the air as I go faster and faster. She grips my hair tighter and tighter as I do so. Her walls tighten around my fingers.

"Fuck! Y/N" she moans. "I'm gonna-" she is interrupted by another moan. I feel her cum and I take out my fingers and lick them clean. I go up for a last time and start kissing her when she then pulls me over so I am now on the bottom.

"Are you ready? She asks. I nod as she goes down. Before I know it she is eating me out. I feel a knot growing inside inching me closer to my orgasm. I start moaning as she goes faster with her tongue

"Want a finger too?" She asks

"Fuck! Yes!" I say. I feel the knot rising higher. She inserts her fingers and starts to fuck me. She gets faster and faster as I feel myself tense up.

"Fuck! I'm there! I'm there!" I moan, my legs shaking as I reach my orgasm. Kate slowly comes up, kissing me as she does.

"I have something else if you want to try it"she says. I'm now intrigued as to what Kate has.

"Oh?" I say. She gets off of me and grabs a strap on. She puts it on and I raise my hips and sinking down on top of her. I down fully on her and start to slowly move up and down getting increasingly faster. Soon I am riding her dick and it feels amazing I let out moans as I continue riding it. I hold her hips for support as I fuck my self on her faster. Each time I go up and down it feels like I’m floating. Her dick glides against my tight walls and the tip hitting my g-spot perfectly.

"Fuck! Oh my god! Oh!" I moan. Kate then flips me over so I am on the bottom again and starts pushing it into me. I moan and I feel the knot. Her hips snap against my ass as she thrusts in and out of me. As she fucks me faster and faster with each thrust, I feel my second orgasm getting closer and closer.

"Kate! Jesus fuck- I'm gonna cum!"

"Should I keep going?"she asks.

"Yes! Fuck! I'm so close! Please don't stop!"

Finally I feel it. The knot is released and my second orgasm feels amazing. Kate and I are both panting when she moves closer o my head.

“Now, you’re gonna take this and let me fuck this perfect mouth of yours. Understood?” She says. I nod and she slides the strap on into my mouth and down my throat. I try not to choke but when she starts thrusting I gag. She chuckles. “That’s it. Choke on it. Atta girl…” she starts thrusting faster and I start gagging.

and she takes off the strap on.

"Wow," I say "that was-"

"Fun" she says.

"Mhm" I say. She gets in bed and turns on her side so she's facing me. She cuddles against me. I feel her warm body radiating. She kisses me goodnight and wraps her arms around me. I put my head close to hers and stare into her beautiful blue eyes. I wipe a part of her hair off of her face and plant a kiss on her forehead. She smiles and closes her eyes.

"Goodnight Y/n" she yawns

"Goodnight Kate…" I yawn back.

Your POV:

I wake up the next day with Kate spooning against me, a smile across her face as she lay there sleeping. I then think back to last night. I have flashbacks of kissing and moaning.

"Good morning Y/n" I hear Kate mumble as she snaps me back to reality.

"Morning" I say rolling over to face her. I give her a peck on the lips and she returns it. "Remember that shower I was gonna take last night?" I ask her.

"Mhm" she says.

"Care to join me?" I offer. She immediately sits up, eyebrows raised.

"Really? She asks. I nod.

"Yes really. Now are you coming or now" I say as I slide out of her bed but realize I'm not wearing anything.I wrap myself in a blanket and ask Kate where the towels are. I go to grab two and Lucky is there to greet me when I step out the door. He almost seems to know what we did last night. I grab the towels and bring one back to Kate and wrap the other around me instead of the sheets. I find the shower and start it. I drop my towel and step in. Not long after Kate joins me. She stands behind me and starts kissing my shoulders and makes her way to my neck. I let out a moan and tilt my head back. She kisses me all the way down to my thighs. She smirks, teasing me.

"Feel good?" Kate asks. I nod. She kiss her way back up my body and then steps behind me, hugging me. She keeps kissing me. We get out of the shower and get dressed. We head to the living room. Kate lays down and I lay on top of her Lucky joins us, curling into a ball at the other end of the couch. I feel my eyes getting heavy as I look at Kate. I give her a kiss before falling asleep on her.

If you made your this far let me know if I should write a part 2 to this. I’m thinking about it and have a few ideas in mind. Thank you!

[oakwolves]

And Then I Go and Spoil It All By Saying Something Stupid Like I Love You, Part 1

Alright I got a random burst of energy to write for this au so I'm putting it under the cut

Rosalyn’s hands gripped the steering wheel even tighter as she pulled up in front of a bright house booming with music. She sat there in the car for a few minutes staring ahead as she steeled herself to go inside and face her Brutus.

The sound of Julian clearing his throat jolted her out of her stupor.

“Uh, Rose? You ready to head inside yet?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure. I just… I’m getting myself ready.”

Julian reached out and placed a steady hand on the girl’s shoulder. “If you want to go home instead, I’m sure Payton will understand.”

Rosalyn looked up and shook her head. “No, I’m fine. I need to do this.”

Rosalyn and Julian entered the house and were instantly surrounded by a cacophony of music, laughter, and shouting. Rosalyn’s face tightened slightly at the noise, but she continued to shake it off. Payton spotted the two of them and ran over with a wide grin.

“Rosalyn! Julian! You came!” She said excitedly.

“We're not here to party, Payton. Where is he?” Julian asked bluntly. Payton’s smile went out like a blown candle as she sobered.

“Ace? Right over there by the punch bowl. I've been working up the nerve to dump the whole thing over his head.”

The mental image of her boyfriend sopping wet with punch made one end of Rosalyn’s lips quirk up slightly, only for them to drop once her eyes locked in on Ace sweet-talking a group of students. For a split second, his eyes met hers and everything else around them was blocked out. Ace resumed shaking hands and chatting, shattering the immersion.

“Wait here, guys. I'll be right back,” she said, making a beeline for Ace. Julian stopped her.

“Careful, Rosalyn. If there's anyone who can handle Ace, it's you... but you've been burned before. If you want me to back you up, I'm there.”

He emphasized his point by joining his fist with his palm together. 

“Thanks, but no thanks. I have to do this myself,” Rosalyn assured him, squeezing his hand. She took a deep breath and kept walking towards Ace. This time, when he spotted Rosalyn in the crowd, he lit up.

“Rosalyn, How's it going? Heard you're having trouble in paradise.”

Rosalyn kept her steely gaze focused on Ace, ignoring the stares and whispers of other students. She beckoned for him to follow her, and soon she could hear his footsteps trailing behind hers. Rosalyn and Ace found themselves outside, where it was much quieter and open.

“It’s been a hell of a week,” Rosalyn finally said, not looking at him.

“So I’ve heard. I have to say, I'm stunned you resigned. Dodge the impeachment, make sure your school still has a vote on the Council, even if it means throwing yourself under the bus…” 

She could feel his gaze against the side of her face as he spoke.

“I did what I had to.”

“Smart play. In fact, I've never been more proud of you,” he said. At this, Rosalyn scowled. She fixed her face before finally looking up to meet his gaze. Her expression softened, seeing the boy, who put his jacket over her sleeping frame on the nights she spent hours going over hundreds of proposals, silhouetted in the soft moonlight. 

“Ace, listen. Whatever went wrong between us, I'm sorry. I know as well as anyone how hard you worked for that White House internship-”

“No, you don't know. You couldn't know. That's the point. Nobody at your school has a clue how hard I worked. You think you can show up on an empty lot and win everything,” he hissed venomously.

“I don’t think that, but-”

“See, it's not you I have a problem with, Rosie. It's your whole school. It's what you all represent.”

“Don’t interrupt me, Ace,” she cut in darkly. Ace’s eyes widened, but he remained silent as long as she spoke.  “I came out here because… despite everything, I wanted to try and make things right with you.”

“I told you. Your school is finished. The Council is mine. Your resignation doesn't change a thing.”

Rosalyn mentally cursed herself as Ace took a sip of his punch. 

“Ace…we were friends…more than that,” she said softly. Ace looked away from her, his face conflicted. “You can act like you were just manipulating me, but it's not true. Maybe you needed something from me too, but that belief you had in me was real. It meant something. I know you still care. For what it's worth, I'm sorry we hurt you. I hope it's not too late.”

Rosalyn stepped forward and placed her hand on his chest. She could almost see Ace's heart beating under her fingertips. She was sure he felt it too, that connection they could never quite shake. He pulled back, closing his eyes.

“Don't start that. You don’t get to talk about 'what we had' as if you weren't the one who tore it all apart. It doesn't change anything,” Ace bit out again, but there was much less heat behind it this time. He looked down at her, the hard lines on his face starting to soften. “It is too late…”

He turned away, rubbing a hand over his face. The sound of music and laughter from the party inside felt painfully distant. For just a second, Ace looked lost. Rosalyn stood her ground, refusing to let him get any wiggle room.

“Maybe it is. But I'm not giving up. On you, or this school. You can try and destroy us, you can try and tear everything down...” she said firmly. “But I'm not giving up on you. Not until I’m forced to stop.”

He closed his eyes again.

“I’ve always admired your fire,” he said after a long pause.

“Then you know I won't let myself get burned again. I won't let you win.”

“Maybe not,” he said, a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips. As he started to walk away, Rosalyn called out to get his attention one last time.

"Wait!"

He turned back around, looking at her expectantly.

“What is it?”

Rosalyn froze, unsure of what to say. There was still so much left unsaid between them. She took a step closer to him again. The words died in her mouth, a graveyard of unspoken words on her tongue.

They get interrupted by a voice at the front door.

“There you are, Rosalyn!” Rosalyn and Ace turned around to see her friend Annie leaning on the door. She looked between the two of them standing at the porch. “Everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine. Just a little chat,” Rosalyn said quickly. She was thankful for the interruption, but not happy about the questioning look Annie was giving her.

"I... alright. I'm just surprised to see you and... Ace out here together. When he showed up all by himself I figured you two umm...broke up.Because of... y'know...."

"Broke up?" Ace repeated. He almost laughed, but caught himself. Rosalyn shot him a warning glance.

“We didn’t break up,” Rosalyn found herself saying before her words registered in her brain. It was technically true. In the midst of everything that had happened these past few days it never occurred to Rosalyn to officially end things.

"We didn't," Ace echoed. Even his carefully composed voice had a hint of surprise in it this time.

Annie looked between both of them again, as if searching for something more to say, but she appeared to be tongue tied. A few long moments went by in awkward silence, but thankfully, she left without saying anything further.

Rosalyn looked back at Ace, who had a grin starting to form on his face.

“What?” she asked with indignation.

"You were just so quick to correct your friend and say that we didn't break up. I'm touched." Ace smirked. “Well now we have to keep up the act.”

"An act? What do you mean?" she asked, a mixture of confusion and suspicion on her face.

"You know, for the sake of appearances. Keeping up the act of still being together," he said breezily. Rosalyn's eyes were still narrowed at him.

“You said it was too late for us, Ace. Why do you suddenly care now?” She asked. “What’s in it for you?”

He leaned back against the railing. His demeanor was easygoing, but Rosalyn knew there had to be an angle to his suggestion. There was always a reason behind his every move.

“Appearances. Like I said, it’d be a shame to let people think our relationship ended on a sour note after a scandal,” he said. “It looks bad for me, and it looks bad for you.”

Rosalyn considered his words for a moment, still suspicious of his intentions. She considered her options for a moment. Ace obviously wasn’t going to let go of his goal of destroying Lakeside, so she’d have to find another way to stop him. Maybe staying close to him as his pretend girlfriend would put her at an advantage…

"Alright," she said slowly. "But just one thing."

“Hmm?”

“I’m still going to fight against whatever you have planned for Lakeside every step of the way,” Rosalyn stated flatly. If anything, Ace's smile only grew wider.

"I didn’t expect any less."

Suddenly, Rosalyn heard shouting. Looking back inside the house, she spotted Julian and Max squaring off, students surrounding them, egging them on. Ace quickly dropped from her mind as she rushed over.

“You know I'm right, Julian. Rosalyn has always been a loser, but now your whole school knows it,” Max jeered.

“Walk away, Max, if you know what's good for you,” Julian warned, crossing his arms across his broad chest.

“Yeah, you don't know what you're talking about!” Payton added.

“Really? So Rosalyn didn't resign from the Council because everyone turned on her?” Max taunted, his eyes fixated on Rosalyn as she approached. At this, Julian steps forward in front of Rosalyn with his fists balled in anticipation. Rosalyn moves in front of him, fixing a steely gaze on the bully.

“That's enough. Max, you got something to say, you can say it to me,” she said.

“Rosalyn! You actually showed your face in public. Didn't think you'd have the guts. How's it feel to be an outcast in a school full of nobodies? Seriously, your school is for kids nobody else wanted... and now even they don't want you.” he smirked, looking down at her.

Rosalyn gritted her teeth, her anger starting to get the best of her.

"You don't know anything," she said, her voice quivering slightly. Before Max could respond with another scathing taunt, someone crossed in front of them.

“I think you underestimate Rosalyn’s value to Lakeside,” she was surprised to hear Ace say.

The room seemed to go silent, everyone's attention now focusing on Ace. He was now standing tall beside Rosalyn.

He took a step forward, drawing closer to Max. The smirk on his face was gone, replaced with an intense gaze.

Max seemed unphased. "You're Ace, huh? I'm surprised you'd even want to be around Rosalyn now. Kinda seems like it’d be bad for your rep."

"I don't let other people make judgements for me," he said simply. "Rosalyn’s worth doesn't diminish just because you say it does."

Max rolled his eyes.

"What, are you her boyfriend or something? Gonna go down with the ship?" Max mocked.

“I am, actually,” he said firmly, taking Rosalyn’s hand in his own. Out of the corner of her eye, Rosalyn could see Julian tense up. 

“She called her own classmates ungrateful and entitled. Guess she wasn’t as goody two-shoes as she made everyone believe,” Max said. Rosalyn bristled at the reminder. Ace's fingers tightened around Rosalyn's, a silent reassurance.

"People make mistakes, but that doesn't define who they are,” he said, his gaze still fixed on Max. "Rosalyn has principles and she sticks to them. Those are admirable qualities, not signs of weakness.”

Max huffed in annoyance. He eyed Ace and Rosalyn’s joined hands with disdain.

“Whatever,” he muttered. He then smirked and straightened up as he turned his attention to Rosalyn in particular. “ Your school's falling apart, all because of you. That'll make beating you at the next football game even easier.”

“Say that again! I dare you,” Julian warned, stepping forward. Rosalyn reached out to pull Julian back  as the students around them started to cheer and yell for a fight. Max smirked at the two of them.

"I'm thinking we need to make some room in our trophy case, with how much we're going to dominate you this year," Max continued, mocking Julian.

“Go ahead! Your trophy case is gonna be empty!” Julian shot back. Some of Rosalyn’s friends stepped in to pull Julian away from Max. Rosalyn noticed Ace was fixated on Julian’s rapidly disappearing figure. There was something in his eyes Rosalyn had a hard time picking up on. She shook her head and made her way back outside. Ace soon appeared beside her.

As they stepped out into the night air, the quietness seemed almost deafening after the raucous noise inside. Ace stood beside Rosalyn silently, the shadows casting dark shapes on his face.

There was a tense pause as they both caught their breaths. Rosalyn looked over at him, her gaze uncertain.

“You can let go of my hand now," she mumbled.

Ace looked down at their joined hands as if surprised that he was still holding onto her. He slowly let go, but not before his thumb grazed her knuckles lightly. He seemed lost in thought for a moment before speaking.

"You alright?" he asked, his voice softer than before. Rosalyn didn't respond right away. Her mind was still reeling from the events that had just unfolded.

"There's no one here, Ace. We can stop pretending now."

Ace paused for a moment, and Rosalyn was certain she saw a flicker of disappointment in his eyes before it was quickly masked by an emotionless look.

"Right," he said, his expression unreadable. There was a pause before he added, "You know, we're going to get an Oscar for that performance in there."

Despite her feelings being conflicted, Rosalyn couldn't help a small smile forming on her lips.

"You're getting a little too much into this fake boyfriend thing," she commented.

Ace shrugged casually, but the corner of his mouth curled up in a sly grin.

"When I commit to something, I commit fully," he replied. "It's all in the details."

“So I’m told.”

“You were told correctly.”

A hint of amusement flashed in his eyes before he looked away, his expression returning to a neutral mask. They stood in silence for a few moments, the night air growing colder around them.

Rosalyn shifted awkwardly, the silence between them stretching on. She couldn't help the nagging feeling that there was something Ace wanted to say, but he was holding back. Finally, unable to bear the tension anymore, she broke the silence.

"Why did you step in back there? I thought you wanted me to look bad with that recording you leaked at my school."

Ace glanced at her, his gaze unreadable. He took a moment before responding, choosing his words carefully.

"I told you. It was never you. I want your school to fall. There’s a difference," he said bluntly. "But watching you get verbally kicked around didn't sit well with me. Fake girlfriend or not."

"Oh," Rosalyn mumbled, surprised by his honesty. She hadn't expected him to admit that. The silence fell between them again, but this time it felt less tense, more contemplative. Rosalyn wrapped her arms around herself, slightly shivering. Suddenly, she could feel someone slipping something around her shoulders. Looking down, she saw that Ace had draped his jacket over her.

"You look cold," he said, his voice still nonchalant, though his eyes betrayed his concern. Rosalyn pulled the jacket closer around her, the warmth instantly soothing the chill she hadn’t even realized.

“Thanks…” she murmured, her heart stirring.

Ace just nodded in response, shoving his hands back into his pockets, his gaze returning to the distance. The silence that followed was less uncomfortable this time, almost comfortable.

"You need a ride?" he asked suddenly.

“I came here in my car. I’ll be fine.” she assured him. Ace didn’t push the subject. 

"Suit yourself," he said with a shrug. He stood there for a moment, as if uncertain whether to leave or say something more. Rosalyn gave Ace back his jacket and headed back to her car.

Her thoughts were a chaotic jumble with the night's events replaying in her mind. With Ace out of sight, she was able to bring herself back down to earth and process what had happened.

The drive home was silent, save for the sound of the radio. It was playing a song about a love that's complicated, the melody resonating with the turmoil in her heart.

[christinebloodwrittings]

Something exactly like this

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, police brutality.

Words: 1401

Chapter 2: Have a good one, punk.

Taglist: @lavnderluv @xoxobabe

I got up early, walked to the nearest police station and practically impose that they brought the police officer that hit me without a reason. I managed to get to his superior, explained the situation, placed the evidence and the badge number I memorized. He apologized for the inconvenient, but he refused to make justice on the officer, though I wasn't expecting him to, really, I'm not that naive. I just wanted to be in peace with it.

A good night sleep and two days off work worked like a charm! Due to the bullet wound I couldn't move very swiftly, so I sent my boss photos when it was fresh and bleeding so he would leave me alone for a while, blood makes him sick, talk about an opportunity well taken.

The cut was closed but it still hurt a lot, not enough for me to complain much about it, but if I looked too much at it or stepped too harshly, boy it stung.

"Welcome to Shot's, what can I get you?" I tried to keep myself as calm as I could, but every word that came out of my mouth seemed to catch on fire in the air.

"Y/n dearie, you seem...pissed" my manager approached me attempting a soothing attitude, "Just a bad couple of days, sir, I'll try to swallow it" he shook his head, "With that wound, even I would be in an awful mood, just try to take it as easy as you can, and would you call Jess? She's late again" I sighed, she's an usual at being late, so it was normal for her to send me a message with a lame excuse, all because she fell asleep or her boyfriend is banging her.

"Sorry sorry, so so sorry Y/n" she rushed through the back entrance, collided against the counter, and attempted to hug me but I stepped away, "I heard the manager say you were injured in the raid, I'm sorry honey" That's all she had to say?

"Busy" I whispered and continued pouring coffee for an old lady, when I was finished she corned me at the restocking, "But how are ya'? How did it go with Hobie?" She had the face of a puppy after given it a treat, "You mean after you fucking bailed on me and left me alone? Been better, but what do you mean?" She was stunned, "Wait you guys seriously didn't do shit? That was the whole meaning of the setup!" I was flabbergasted, not precisely anger, but I felt lied to and inclined to punch her in the face.

"The what?" I asked and she immediately regret her words, "Well I thought you could use a boyfriend, and what more cool than someone completely opposite from you?" I wanted to slap the ton of makeup off of her face.

"You mean you wanted me to date an anarchist, crazy enough to go to a raid, who puts his life in danger over the cause every day, fucked up, probably drug user, punk?" In all honesty, he didn't look half as bad, but still not the point.

"Fact number one, everything right but he doesn't do drugs" at least that's a point to his favor, "And two, yes he's a punk, but a kind hearted one, I've known him for a long while now, gotta trust my gut" Now she was going to get the slap for sure.

"Either way, I'm not that desperate, if I wanted to find a guy, I would've already done it" internal slay because it was true, but I was too much of a package to handle.

"You should consider hanging out with Hobie, you two would make a hell of a match" I sighed, she was insisting far too much, "Not intrested, and you're overselling it" thank whatever in existence the manager appeared, "Y/n dear, when you can, I need those boxes to the back, just put them by the trash can" I nodded.

A last glance to Jess's sorry face made me ease my temper, at least she didn't do it with bad intentions, she's just a horrible matchmaker.

I dropped the boxes by accident. When trying to take them all without bending the knee, some ended up further away from my reach, and to top it off my shoe slipped and my bandaged knee hit the concrete. By sheer luck I avoided screaming in pain, my pulse went down to the injured area.

"Need help?" I looked up and it's no other than Spiderpunk, upside down, while holding one of the boxes that went away, "Stalking much?" I smiled, "What is it with you and greetings? Hey there Spider-Punk, how's it hangin'?" He left the box with the others and stretched his hand for me to take.

"Literally hanging, it seems" I sassed him back while standing up, luckly he was so strong. "Now where is it?" He inclined his head towards mine, "What are you talking about?" I scoffed, taking a second to think, and then it hit me. "Well, I saved you from hard work" this man should be a comedian, "Bullshit, but nice try" he snaped his fingers like when a cartoon couldn't do something, "Worth it".

"But you know? It's true, how are you, punk?" I swear I could sense his smile, "Good, how's the leg?" I shrugged, "It would hurt if I tried to kick someone's ass, so you got away, for now" I got closer, just to tease him out, but it backfired, "I would love, to see you try lil' darling".

He was so close I could feel his breath coming out of the mask. I laughed, maybe because he was way more sassy than I anticipated, or embarrassment. The sound of angry customers brought my atention to the door, and I knew it was time to go.

"Have a nice day, punk" I walked a few steps away when he somehow got landed and got enough seconds to grab my hand, "Thought we could chat or somethin', but luck forbid we have a decent encounter right?" He snickered, "Some of us have actual jobs, ya know?" I noticed, he wasn't letting go, but me neither.

"Then" he got closer, his chest inches from me "Some other time?" His fingers got a better grip of my hand, not quite tight, but firm.

"I leave at eight, and curfew starts at ten, you work it around those hours" at ten precisely, the police start the patroll, and they shoot or grab whatever that moves that isn't uniformed.

"Fuck curfew, pigs can suck my arse" I honesty believed him, "Sure, but I won't risk a beating and getting myself violated in the slammer, not all of us have super powers to get away" and all that trouble for his deviant ass? Maybe...

"Yeah, so can I stop at yours?" Why his grip got tighter? And why he's so warm?! Help. I'll be the envy of the groupies that love this guy, like Jess.

But will it be too much of a risk?

"Don't know if I should let an anarchist, the number one enemy of police and the government, inside my house" also wouldn't like to find out what would they do to me if they catch me with such a celebrity.

"I'll bring some crisps then" oh well, what the hell then.

"I'll leave my window open" where did that even come form, that came out way more flirty than intended! Fuck!

I tried to get away but he still had my hand, "You still owe me a kiss" is he serious?

"I don't think I was in certain death just now"

"Does it have to?" He asks. I mean does it have to be certain death? Hope not.

"You act as if you needed it" he got closer, was that even posible? "Jus' like to settle that debt" he placed his hand on a safe area of my waist, putting no pressure into it.

I hunmed and let go of his hand, "Then I'll keep owing you" reaching for the door I heard him ask, "Why's that?" I smiled, already on the other side of the door.

"So you keep it as an excuse" And what an exit, I was actually so proud of myself, but my embarrassment got over me and my face started to heat up.

Damn that masked man!

[letters-to-rosie]

Minutes to Midnight is seriously and envy-inducingly good! But I just want to say that, when you said "one shot of all time", my mind immediately went to you've got your demons, and darling, they all look like me. And then I got reminded of why it's my personal favorite (other than it being plain good, ofc): the summary. A well-written fic is a well-written fic, obviously, but the perfect summary really adds to the experience. Like how it catches your eye and makes your heart race because you know that an author who can write such a summary... well. They also can and probably did write a fic that blows your clothes off and turns them inside out before sending them to the hamper. It's about the anticipation.

Ahem, so anyway. I started thinking about how few words one needs to evoke an emotional response, and I wanted to share my excitement about that.

ahhhh thanks for the recommendation!!

I'mma use this as a little bit more time to gush over Minutes to Midnight just because, and then gush over you've got your demons as well because oh man. thank you for sending it my way!!

Ekko is my favorite character, but I am also a big fan of making him Worse, and I love how Minutes to Midnight does it in a way that feels so authentic. like I can extrapolate him right away from what we see in the show. and this is the only fic I can think of that really takes it to such an extreme, but again it's done so compellingly that it really feels like a Jinx version of Ekko, even if Jinx remains similarly filled with rage. there are just so many lines I love and I could list them all day but when it culminates at the end, tying together the time themes and the regret and the betrayal it's just... I love it so much

one line for fun: She’s bleeding, choking, underneath him, and he hits her, and hits her, don’t you get it, I could have done this anytime I wanted but I didn’t, I didn’t, I gave you my life and you threw it back in my face, even as she claws at him alley-cat-desperate.

every time I read it, I'm just in my room, actually screaming lol

and now for you've got your demons!!!!

there were also a ton of lines I could have pulled out but then we'd be here all day but

Dark against light - though the light has always been Ekko. i cry She chose him long before he chose her. i cry endlessly Powder never asks Vi her favorite color, because she doesn’t know what she’d do if she didn’t say the same thing Ekko did. a never-ending stream

but man it's just so stunning. like you said, I love how few words it uses to get its story across. getting to read prose that packs that sort of punch is always so special. Powder/Jinx is just so relatable and you really feel her struggles come through. her tangle of confusion and not getting things like marriage really resonated with my ace self (and I always enjoy an ace-spec Jinx). but her crush was so precious I just wanted to hug her and let her be happy with Ekko and maybe my delusional ass can imagine that they are someday in that fic universe lol

and the way the summary gets entirely recontextualized at the end????? INCREDIBLE truly a one-shot of all time. we have to make it an indefinite article now lmao

I got super lucky because the author of "you've got your demons" wrote my gift for the secret santa we just had!! that fic is called Moonlight Refuge and let me tell you if it didn't convey every emotion I wanted, which is the "I should want nothing to do with you but I can't help myself" part of timebomb, and in this one it's mutual and just fantastic. I spent like half my comment writing AHHH because the emotions were just everywhere it was a good time

also hi @cranechel we're in the corner gushing over your fic... I will leave a comment soon but wanted to answer this lol

[thaisibir]

The Niijima sisters and envy

I want to talk about the Niijima sisters AKA best girls and how their relationship stands out to me in this epic 100+ hour game. (P5R spoilers below the cut)

There's no denying that Sae is hella stunning, smart, talented, and successful.  Yet it's interesting that Makoto never shows obvious or outward signs of jealousy or resentment whenever these aspects of Sae are brought up in the games. I'm sure there was pressure or inadequacy felt on Makoto's part when the principal mentions Sae's success as a prosecutor to get Makoto to follow in her footsteps. (Dick move on the principal's part) But we never get moments like Makoto expressing wishes to be more beautiful or smart like her sister. Instead there's just that fierce, earnest sisterly love she has for Sae, a love so strong that it's the reason she joined the Phantom Thieves, and why she's willing to "fight in her corner" and say to Sae "I'm on your side." Even in times when Sae didn't really deserve it, like when she lashed out at Makoto over dinner, or as she teeters on the brink of corruption by the time of the casino palace arc. Whenever Makoto does talk about Sae, I perceive respect and admiration from her more than anything else. In the dancing game, Makoto talks about how both are trained in aikido but Sae kicks her ass every time. I never got a sense of Makoto disliking Sae for this. It's more like "my big sister is so good and I want to keep trying and work harder to be her equal one day." That's part of why I like Makoto so much. Drive, ambition, and strong work ethic are core parts of her character, but she doesn't let envy or resentment get the better of her. That's what differentiates the sisters, why one of them becomes a heroic Phantom Thief and the other is almost consumed in shadow.

Meanwhile it's Sae who's experiencing the envy. This may have come as a surprise to some people. Like I mentioned before, she's practically perfect. What does she have to be jealous of? But I've been in her shoes before. I'm an older sister who works in a high paying male-dominated field (surgery and anesthesia). My younger sister got to pursue the major and career our parents wouldn't let me do (art). With a retired mom, deceased dad, and sister + brother in-law scraping by on minimum wage, I occasionally work overtime or pick up incentive shifts to rake in extra money to support my family on top of supporting myself. The position Sae is in, the career struggles she faces as a woman in a gentleman's club, it's so, so relatable and scarily realistic. The envy an older sibling feels for the younger sibling with more freedom is something I've experienced, and I'm sure I'm not alone in this. The way Sae loses her temper at Makoto and calls her useless is definitely unfair and unwarranted, but we can at least understand where she's coming from. Maybe Sae used to have Makoto's optimism when she was younger. But now she is an overworked and stressed adult, the sole breadwinner for the family, worn and beaten down to a cynical and bitter shadow of herself due to the trappings and pressures of society. The very unhealthy way she is dealing with the death of her father, and thinking of him, is certainly not helping things. (Having lost my dad unexpectedly a few years ago myself, I can't help really pitying Sae for the way she's trying to fight through life without apparently any kind of support network or healthy outlet for her emotions.) The manifestation of Shadow Sae is what happens when Makoto's pure drive and ambition become twisted and corrupted. Meanwhile Makoto is a high school student brimming with potential, free to take matters into her own hands so she can enter another dimension with her thief buddies to drive a nuclear motorcycle and punch the hell out of monsters and save and free Sae from herself. The inevitable clash of sisters is a valuable lesson, a cautionary tale, to remind us that we shouldn't lose sight of the values we hold dear, to not let the world twist us into shadows of ourselves.

All of this more or less articulates why I was so drawn to the Niijima sisters, their characters, arcs, and development as I played P5R. It's a refreshing and (in my opinion, at least) a well written portrayal of sister dynamics. I do wish there was more Sae could do and say to try making up for the harsh treatment toward Makoto after the casino palace. But hey, that's what fanfic is for.

[crooked-haven]

Surprise! | Angst

➭ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x (F) Reader

➭ Genre: Angst & Fluff

➭ Warnings/Tags: Cursing, Sad, Betrayal, 2 Author Povs, 1 Y/n Pov.

➭ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are purely coincidental. Also this is my story so please don’t steal!

➭ By: Crooked-haven

Word count: 0.9k

-Author's POV-

Jungkook and y/n had been together for two years. They were high school sweethearts, but now they were both in college, living together and deeply in love. Or so it seemed.

One day, after a particularly long day of classes, y/n came home to find Jungkook sitting on the couch with a funny look on his face, nose deep into his phone, clearly smiling about something.

"Hey, babe." he said. "I have something I want to show you."

Y/n, always eager to see what her boyfriend was up to, walked over and leaned in to look at his phone, before she could see what was on the screen, Jungkook quickly pulled it away and locked it.

"What's going on?" she asked, confused but not completely oblivious to the glimpse of a heart next to a girls name she saw. "I have a surprise for you." Jungkook said, grinning.

Y/n didn't know what to make of this. She had never been one for surprises, but Jungkook was always full of them. So she sat down next to him and waited. After a moment, Jungkook stood up and said, "Follow me."

Y/n trailed behind him up their carpeted stairs, wondering what he had planned, smiling at all the possibilities. He led her into their shared bedroom and closed the door gently. "Okay, close your eyes." he said in an eager tone.

Finally what seemed like hours, he spoke in almost a teasing manner. "Okay, open your eyes."

-Your POV-

I slowly opened my eyes, and what I saw made my heart instantly sink. Jungkook was standing there, holding hands with another girl.

I felt like I had been punched in the stomach and could feel the lump growing in my throat. I can't believe that Jungkook would do this to me, and the worst part was the way the other girl was staring at me, smug and self-satisfied.

Jungkook broke out into a grin as my eyes slowly started tearing up, I had no idea he was ever capable of something so heinous.

"Gotcha!" he said, breaking out into a fit of laughter. I was stunned. I have never seen Jungkook act like this. I have no idea what to say or do. Finally, I say in a shaky voice, tears rolling down my cheeks. "What's g-going on?"

"It's a prank!" Jungkook said, still grinning yet still holding hands with the unknown girl. "I wanted to see how you'd react if you thought I was cheating on you." He stepped forward as I stepped backwards. He let the girls hand go.

I couldn't believe it. I had been so scared and hurt, and now Jungkook was just laughing it off like it was no big deal. I took a deep breath, sniffing as I watch the female awkwardly leave. "That's not funny." I said, getting up from the bed. "You scared me."

"I'm sorry baby." he pouted, still smiling. "I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to see how you'd react."

"Well, I reacted pretty badly." I said, crossing my arms, suddenly feeling insecure. "Why would you ever think that's okay?" I wiped my tears away with the sleeves of my, well his hoodie.

"I don't know.." he said in a low tone, his smile fading, and looking down at his feet. "I guess I just wanted to have a little fun..." he mumbled out, clearly feeling guilty of what he's done.

I sighed. I don't know how to feel about this. I am hurt and confused, but part of me also understands that Jungkook had meant no harm, yet the burning in my chest at the thought of no longer having him, made it hurt worse.

"I think I need some time to myself." I said, walking towards the door of our shared room. "Wait baby!" He said in rather a whisper than a yell, following behind me, only stopping at the top of the stairs. "Don't leave please, we can talk about this." I shake my head no and walk to the living room.

-Author's POV-

Y/n was hurt, and she didn't want to talk. She wanted to be left alone so she could understand all the feelings attacking one another inside her chest. So with that, he grabbed his jacket and keys, texting his best friend, Taehyung, that he was on the way and left their shared apartment, giving y/n the space she desired.

He messed up big time.

End♡︎

A/n-

I have been getting back into the quick oneshots, but I hope you enjoyed this one, this was a bit of a cliffhanger and I may add a part 2 to it.

Anyways! If you enjoyed don't forget to comment and give me a ♥️, it's much appreciated!!

Until next time!!~

[final-girl96]

My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Forty

YN

I sat in Sidney's kitchen with her and dad, Reese was playing on the floor. Dad had brought Sidney her groceries since I asked if he could take Reese until we find out who the killer is and make sure it's not another ghostface. I mean, I knew who it was but I couldn't say anything. It was bad enough Randy asked me about Stu.

Sidney was talking about Cotton being murdered then she went into talking about mom and all her secrets. She had accepted that our mother wasn't perfect. I sat there beside her watching Reese play on the floor. My mind kept going back to Stu. I had a feeling he would be showing up sometime soon.

Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he's sitting on my couch or in my damn kitchen eating my food when I go home tonight. He won't be happy to see Reese isn't there whenever he does show up. But I'm not going to have her anywhere near this shit.

After I left Sidney's, leaving Reese to go with my dad, which she had no problem with. He was her favorite person other than Randy, probably because they both spoiled her. Aunt Sindey was also high up there. After saying goodbye and watching dad drive away until I couldn't see his car anymore. I said goodbye to Sid and went home.

I unlocked the back door, pushing it open and I instantly felt like I was being watched. My heart rate went up slightly, but I knew who was hiding in the dark. I shut the door and walked towards the kitchen. "She's not here, my dad has her." No answer. I stopped halfway down the hall, my gut telling me something wasn't right. I fumbled with my keys trying to get a grip on the small thing of pepper spray I had on them.

My feet moved me backwards towards the door then froze a few feet away when a tall dark figure appeared at the other end. "This isn't funny, Stu!" I hissed out. My heart felt like it was in my throat, my hands shook slightly. I willed my feet to move when they began to slowly move towards me. "I mean it, Stu! I am not in the mood for your fucking shit!" They got closer, showing they had a ghostface costume on and a knife in their hand.

I screamed when someone came from behind me, pushing me out of the way before tackling the person in front of me just as the person in the costume started to run towards me. I used my hands to brace myself on the wall to keep myself from falling. I looked towards where the two people were and realized it was Stu that had tackled the other person. Stu punched him then ripped his mask off.

I didn't get to see who it was with Stu blocking my view. His fist came down again, knocking the person's head to the side. "You think I wouldn't be watching her house?!" Another hit to the person's face. They groaned and tried to push Stu off of them. "I warned you! Now I'm gonna fucking kill you!"

He pulled a knife out, pinning the person's hands under his knees. He lifted the knife over his head, both hands gripping the handle. That's when I got a good view of the person. It was fucking Mickey! My eyes widened and I screamed when Stu brought the knife down but Mickey was able to get a hand free and punched Stu.

With Stu stunned it gave Mickey the chance to knock him off balance enough to roll out from under him. He took another swing, slamming his fist into Stu's face again. Stu stood up, stumbling back slightly. Mickey tried to Stab him but he was able to block it in time, bringing his leg up and kicking him backwards. I made a rash decision to try and open the back door.

Just as my hand met the door handle, a hand wrapped itself in my hair, yanking me away from the door, spinning me around so my back was to a chest. Cool metal pressed against my hot skin and looked up to see Stu standing a few feet away. His face was red, eyes dark and full of murderous rage. Mickey held onto me, pressing his knife against my throat. This was it. This was how I would fucking die.

I’m just glad my daughter wasn’t here because god only knows what he would do with her. Hell, for all I know is this could be some kind of setup for Stu to take her from me. But deep down something told me that he would never do that. He’s a psychopath but he loves her and he loves…me. Mickey pressed the blade harder, the sharp edge nicking my skin. I let out a low hiss at the sting from the small cut. I’ve always felt that smaller cuts hurt a lot worse than a deep cut. Papercuts were even worse. Pictures of Stu pushing his knife into Luke’s lower stomach and pulling and sawing his way up towards his sternum. The flash of Luke’s guts falling out to lay on the floor at his feet. All the blood that covered him, the floor, and Stu’s knife made me nauseous.

My breathing started to pick up at the thought of Sidney or Randy or god forbid my dad finding me with my insides on the outside. The thought of my daughter growing up without me and having to have that trauma for the rest of her life. I looked up at Stu and I know he saw those thoughts running through my head. “If you were smart you’d let her go. She’s never going to want to be with you when she has the original. She’ll always be mine and I don’t like when others try to take what’s mine away. So you have two seconds to get your fucking hands off of her before I fucking gut you!” Stu’s grip on his knife tightened, his knuckles turning white.

Mickey pressed the side of his face against my temple, turning his head and running the tip of his nose up the side of my face and smiling. A shiver ran down my spine from disgust. He pressed his lips to my ear. “I bet you taste fucking amazing. Maybe I should find out for myself after I kill this asshole for you, hmm? I could be so much more for you than him. He’s a wanted killer. Nobody knows I had anything to do with Windsor. I can take care of you…” He looked over at Stu, his smile growing into a more sinister one and the words that left his mouth ended his life because they set Stu into a rage, turning his vision red. You could see it in his eyes. “I could be a better father to that little girl.”

Stu screamed and jumped towards us, fist connecting with Mickey’s face. I ducked out of his hold and hurled myself to the other side of the hall closest to the kitchen. Stu was on top of Mickey's knife, repeatedly stabbing into him over and over. Blood sprayed everywhere as he brought the knife up and back down again and again. “Stop! STOP!” I screamed. His movements stopped, and he looked down at Mickey, who was under him. His breathing was heavy, chest heaving up and down. His head turned to look at me, and the darkness in his eyes slowly faded. He pulled himself away from Mickey’s body, slowly standing and walking towards me. “I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to scare you, but he had to go just like Cotton had to go.”

[slytherin-girly]

Perfect/ A Draco Malfoy x reader one-shot

House: dont matter

Year: 4 yule ball *laughs mischievously* too much? Yeah

Ed Sheeran's song 'Perfect'

I love doing this :)))

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{Draco POV}

 I found a love, for me

Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

Y/n, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life, also my girlfriend, said that she had to do some dress shopping with Granger girl.

So I spent my time looking at the picture album she had made for us.

Y/n had always been kind at heart. She looked past the bad just to find the good. She's a very good person. I always find myself wondering how I found the most perfect girl in the world.

Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Not knowing what it was

I will not give you up this time

But darling, just kiss me slow

Your heart is all I own

And in your eyes, you're holding mine

"Y/n, you almost ready?" I called out sitting on her bed waiting.

"Almost! One sec!" She said.

"You- look- wow- you- look beautiful Y/n. Stunning."

"Thank you Draco." She said, "Can you help me with this please? It's the necklace you gave me."

I smiled. It was the first necklace I'd ever bought for her when we started dating . It had my initial on it. D. (Like this👇)

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark

With you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass

Listening to our favourite song

When you said you looked a mess

I whispered underneath my breath

But you heard it

Darling, you look perfect tonight

We made our way to the ball, with Y/n holding on to my arm. It all felt just right.

"Is my hair messy?" She asked me.

"Darling, your hair is perfect. Just like you."

"Awww thanks Dray." She smiled up at me.

We walked into the ballroom. And coincidentally our song was playing.

"Oh Draco! This is our song!" She said excitedly pulling me our onto the dancefloor.

I smiled to myself.

Well, I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her home

I found a lover, to carry more than just my secrets

To carry love, to carry children of our own

Our song was finally over and I had told Y/n i would go get us some punch.

"Oi Y/n" Pansy said walking up to Y/n.

"Whaddya want now you shithead." Y/n said plainly.

"How dare-!" She starts.

"I really don't care. Amusing if you think I do. Anyway get the fuck outta my face please." Y/n said and Pansy went back to her goons.

Y/n really knew how to stand up for herself. Strong woman there.

I went back with the punch and sat next to her.

"Y'know Y/n I'm really glad I found you. And I can't wait to marry you."

We are still kids, but we're so in love

Fighting against all odds

I know we'll be alright this time

Darling, just hold my hand

Be my girl, I'll be your man

I see my future in your eyes

"We're only kids Dray, what if-"

"Trust me. We maybe just kids but I'll love you the same no matter what age."

"You're the sweetest." She said smiling.

"C'mon I wanna dance with you." She said pulling me out on the dance floor yet again.

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark

With you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass

Listening to our favorite song

When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful

I don't deserve this

Darling, you look perfect tonight

We danced the night away with each other. Enjoying each other's company. She was absolutely stunning. A lot of the other guys were staring at her, until I gave them a death glare.

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark

With you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass

Listening to our favorite song

I have faith in what I see

Now I know I have met an angel in person

And she looks perfect

I finally found my little ray of sunshine in my life. I don't deserve it I know that.

We walked out of the ball together hand in hand.

"That was a lot of fun!" She said happily.

"It was."

We cuddled in my dorm room for a little while

"What did I do to deserve someone like you Y/n"

"I should be asking you that." She says with a giggle.

"My little angel."

I don't deserve this

You look perfect tonight

"I love you."

"I love you more angel."

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(Pics off of pinterest)

[fangirlstorycreator]

Max Parish X Reader

Context: Max is your bestfriend, he drives you to a date and stays at the bar incase he's a danger. It ends up with Max punching your date 😱💚

Since both you and your bestfriend Max worked together in the police force, you were there for eachother weather it was friendship related or for protective legal issues. You hadn't had much luck when it came to dating, they always had something about them that was right. One guy wasn't over his ex, another was actually gay! Then there was one who was dating both you and another girl at the same time, and the only way you found that out was because he booked a date with you, but forgot he also booked it with her, at the same restaurant! He ended up having two drinks thrown in his face, such a waist of drinks. Anyway, there was this guy you were talking too, and had had one date with before, and it seemed to be going ok. But you wanted Max to join you there anyway.

It was a running thing you both did for eachother, if there was a girl he had a date with who was getting too clingy or too serious straight away, you would be there to help. With you he was much more protective, being a woman out on your own with a guy you had just met was a lot more dangerous. Woman get mugged and attacked a lot, and Max wasnt going to let that happen. So after work, you did your makeup and put on a nice dress, then walked down stairs and towards Max's car. "Wow babes! You look stunning!" "Thank you Max" you said as you sat down in the passengers seat. "Oh man, hes going to take one look at you and melt, any real man would" "That's so sweet Max" He started driving to the car, it was about a 20 minute drive, and when he parked up it was just outside the bar.

"Right, I'll see you in there Max" "I'll be right behind you babes" You walk out first, and even though you dont see it, Max cant help but check you out. He hadn't told you how he really felt about you, he thought he could never get a woman like you. Little did he know, you felt the same, and didnt think you were enough for him either, that's why dating was so difficult, they weren't Max. You enter and see your date sitting at the bar. "Hey Tony" "Hey Y/N, take a seat" he offers you a stool like the one he's sat on, and out of the corner of your eye, you see Max sit in the booth opposite you and Tony at the bar. He gets a waitress to bring him a drink as you and Tony order yours. You had hoped this date would have gone better than the last one, but it seemed that wasnt the case. Tony didnt really ask how you were, he mostly just talked about himself and how skilled he was, at many things.

You got the impression that he wanted to sleep with you tonight, but you weren't that kind of woman. If you had more in common with him and actually had a real bond, then sex would be something you would want, but again, not this early. You decided to make a hand signal to Max, you both came up with hand signals to show how you were feeling in the situation, and the one you did meant 'He's not for me, no 3rd date' he nodded in your direction and you pulled out your purse to pay for your drinks. "Hey what's up? Your going?" "I'm sorry Tony, I'm just not connecting with you. But I think your a really nice guy, I think I'm just not the right woman for you. But it was nice getting to know you, I hope you understand" You pull out some money and put it on the counter, and that's when things start to turn.

"Who the f#ck do you think you are?" "What?" "This is the second time we've been out, so if we weren't gunna f#ck then what's the point?" "Are you being serious?" "You really think I'm hear because I'm interested in you? In what you say or what you think about things? As if you think your so f#ckikg interesting? F#ck your so dumb" You cant give your ears, he was being so nasty to you, so cruel, it even made your eyes start to water. "Look, everytime you start talking, I think to myself, who the fuck does this girl think she is? You are so boring" You cant take this anymore, you stand up and grab your purse, but that doesn't stop him. "Hey, I'm gunna be honest with you, any guy who says he's interested in you beyond just f#ckikg you, is full of sh#t" How could he be so horrible, after you were polite enough to be honest with him, it made you cry quiet but still painful tears.

"Oh come on, your gunna cry now?" He didnt have a chance to say anything else to you, because Max had walked up to the bar, pulled Tony in his direction by his shoulder and punched him square in the face. There was a loud thudding noise when his fist net his face, followed by the sound of Tony crying and falling to his feet, holding his face as blood dripped out from his hands. "You #sshole! Who the f#ck do you think you are?!" "I'm the bestfriend of this wonderful woman, and I also happen to be a cop! Everything you just said to Y/N is nothing but bullsh#t and I will not let some scrawny little runt like you bring down this queen, or say anything that will damage her self esteem, you got that?!" Tony doesn't respond, that is until Max kicks him in the leg "Ow! Yes yes!" Max wipes away your tears as Tony continues to cry from his bleeding nose. "You ok babes?" "Yeh I'm, I'm fine...thank you for that" "No problem, hes an #sshole, screw him! You maybe wanna go get a burger from the meat palace?" "Max I would love nothing more" He smiles as he put his arm over your shoulder and leads you back out to the car, you were so thankful to have him with you, he was literally the best.

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5x17 Oh Celina, poor sweetheart. Ugh, Monica. I'd say ugh Chris as well but Monica outranks the ugh. I'm honestly just surprised Chris didn't instantly evaporate to wherever it is that the exes go on this show.

Okay the adorable way Lucy runs up to Tim, and the smile he has for her. THE SMILE. Good lord they're so in love and I'm just forgetting all foreknowledge I have about S6 and basking in these cute moments. They're so good with kids. SOMEONE GIVE THEM A CHILD PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. Or just let Lucy and Tim hold a baby in front of each other. I've read the fics. They're fucking adorable. Let us see it. Let them hold or play with Jack or Leah. Or babysit Lila. Pleeease. Ugh, Monica. Zero. Sympathy. Look at them talking about their future children. Zero hesitation or worry about talking about things like that so soon into their relationship. It's just natural for them. They know they're it. This is it for them. Again, I'm just pretending S6 doesn't exist right now okay? I know it's not the end for them, but it's much nicer watching these moments without that hanging over the cuteness. Ugh. Monica.

Lucy's fear of Grey being so all-knowing. Her face wondering if the call is about losing the kid twice. My sweet sunshine human being. God, Nyla, I would pay so much money to see you punch Monica. So. Much. Money. How has no-one given Celina a hug? Can Lucy come in here with one of her patented hugs, please?! Lucy's 'Tim' oh my god these two are so married. God, can you imagine being on the receiving end of a disappointed Lucy face? I can't handle people being mad or disappointed with me, but Lucy? I would die. Tiiim you sweetpea. One look from her and he is putty. But he already knew about Daddy and Me traffic school. He'd surely already looked into it as an option before this interview. Elijah did you touch Nyla I SWEAR TO GOD YOU ARE DONE. Okay Elijah, you're so done. I don't want to see your face anymore. You don't touch Nyla and threaten Angela and her baby and Wes and Jack. NOT THE NICE SAS LADY CHARLIE I SWEAR TO GOD IF SHE DIES. Oh thank god. Celina. Lisseth is just a stunning actress. WILL SOMEONE JUST HUG CELINA PLEASE. Oh god please someone give Chenford a child before the show ends or is cancelled. Please. I know they have Tamara and Kojo but I need more. Nyla, queen. The end. Can you leave and never come back now, please, Monica? I know she doesn't but a girl can dream. Oh Oscar.

5x18 I'm so thankful for Jake and Sava for letting Eric and Mel break out from Tim and Lucy and just go crazy. It's the absolute best. Although fuck you, Jake. How could you cheat on Sava? Yes I'm getting ahead of myself it's fine. Look how uncomfortable she is without Tim to ground her and keep her company. Even before they were a couple, he always made her feel safe. Tim's refusal to admit he looks anything like Jake is just fucking adorable. Wes and Angela are also adorable. Nyla also. Nolan and Celina are the cutest little brother/sister duo. Ah I love these episodes. Once you remember that they just don't really exist outside of these episodes, they're just such silly fun. Tim coming to save his woman. I know it was to give her the info but it's like his Lucy emergency alert was pinging and he knew he needed to step in. Her soft little hey. The way he says hey back so softly. Celina and Nolan probably wandering if they've just stumbled into one of Lucy's UC ops. Wopez are such goals, honestly. Oh Aaron. I know that he's aware Jake went missing, but still. That poor boy. After everything he's been through, no wonder he jumped to conclusions. Tim's face. His little grumpy grab of Lucy's radio. Lucy and Celina's faces. Oh my god. Lucy and her nightmares. Oh my poor angel. Her life keeps giving her so much nightmare fuel. Please let her have some goodness in S7 to balance it out. And Lucy understanding why Tim is the way he is, and loving him because of it, not in spite of it. Those walls are nothing to her. Even in S6. And in S7 she is doing to get back behind those walls again. Sava is honestly such a sweetie. I know she's a criminal but she's just so adorable. She needs a Lucy hug, honestly. Tim is so done this entire episode and I love it. Grey and his painting. Grey needs all the good things in the world. Adorable cinnamon roll. He's our precious station father/grandfather and I need more of him. Especially him and Lucy. Sneaky little Chenford glances and smiles. I see you. Ah yes, the most inconspicuous man ever. Aaron Thorsen. bb I love you but even removed from these documentaries, you're not good for UC stuff. Or even surveillance unless you're in the van. GREY NO, MY POOR ANGEL. I feel like I've seen paintings restored from worse though. God they all love their Watch Commander. It's so adorable. Okay, fuck you mr documentary guy. Don't you dare. Lucy has always been so nice to you and you try and trash on her relationship because people who looked like them were fucked up? Tim getting defensive and standing up for his relationship and his woman. The smiles. OH MY GOD THE SMILES. These two. My actual death is these two. Also love Lucy's cardigan here. It would be cute to see the documentary team come back in S7 but I swear if they say one word about Chenford being broken up, if it is before they're back together publicly, I will march right into that ficitonal universe and there will be words.

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All It Took Was One Look - Chapter 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Aiden

It had been a couple days since I got squished under two football players, my headaches were gone now but my wrist hurts still.

I had to write with my left hand and let me tell you I suck writing with my left hand, everything comes out in scribbles and it's not pretty.

I met Jay at the steps of school, she was tapping away on her cell-phone furiously.

She was intently staring at the screen and hadn't even realized that I was coming towards her.

So I did what any other best friend would do, I scared her.

Sneaking slowly behind her I reached out to grab her sides when she said...

"Don't even think about it," while still tapping away on her phone.

My arms fell down in defeat.

"How do you always know?"

Every time I try she always ruins it.

"Because I'm a ninja 'SON,'" she turned towards me and socking my shoulder harder than was necessary.

Flinching I backed away holding my shoulder and pouted.

"Ow," I complained.

"Whatever," she said walking through the schools front doors.

I was about to follow her but something caught my eye.

There was someone across the quad staring at me.

Frowning I squinted to see Liam of all people.

Quickly I chased after Jeanine into the school.

Weird.

Liam

Life for me has been awesome so far.

But yesterday was like a plane crashing to earth with me standing in its way.

It all started yesterday, my day was going splendid till Kyle decided to be the usual ass he is.

I was making my way to my class, doing last minute reading for my English test when someone bumped into me roughly.

My books fell from my hands and I was slammed into the wall.

"Watch where you're going 'Parker,'" he snarled.

That was all it took for me to snap.

A person could only take so much slamming into from one person that it would make you break.

This is all that Kyle did, bump into me every day just taunting me.

And I've had enough of telling him to back off, I know what you're thinking you should have done something a long time ago but I was really trying to get a handle on my self-control.

You could say I have anger issues or a short fuse.

And let me tell you being a werewolf and having anger issues is a very bad combination but I've been trying.

Kyle has been pushing me closer and closer to the edge but this time I was hurled over.

That's when I broke out in a growl and body slammed him into a classroom door breaking it down in the process.

I punched him in the face but he retaliated fast and jabbed me in the stomach collided with a desk, we grunted together as he rolled on top of me.

I felt something soft under me and sparks were exploding across my back which stunned the crap out of me.

Again Kyle got the upper hand and punched my face I was saved by the soft thing behind me from hitting my head on the floor but weirdly heard a grunt that wasn't mine.

"Mr. Parker. Mr. Jacobs, stop this now," someone said, I assume it was a teacher who was yelling at us but it was too late now, I was seeing red.

Taking him by the scruff of his neck, I started choking him out as I hopped to my feet and began pushing him into the wall.

Repeatedly punching every inch I could reach with my free hand while I choked the air out of him... I just couldn't stop.

It was all a blur, my wolf was more in control then me and I was on the verge of changing in front of everyone in the class.

I remember someone pulling me off of Kyle and pressed there forearm into my chest keeping me from attacking again.

"Calm down Liam," a voice whispered to me in my ear but I couldn't tell who.

All I could do was try to get control of my wolf.

"Kyle get out. Now," the voice said.

"Liam, breathe," they pushed harder against my chest.

"You need to get control."

With a few deep breaths I nodded.

Once I had a hold of myself I realized I was out in the hall with a hand on my shoulder.

Looking up I noticed it was Mr. Simons, my Uncle.

Well he was Elder to everyone who was a werewolf but to the humans he was just a teacher, plain old Mr. Simons.

"Are you okay?" he asked giving me a once over.

I nodded taking another calm breath.

"I'm fine, Uncle Jim," I told him taking a step back from him.

And this is how I ended up in principle Alderman's office watching him rant, but not listening.

"Do you know what you could have done? You could have exposed us all. And you Liam, you're the Alphas son you should have known better. And you Kyle, why are you picking fights with your superior? The Beta and Alpha's son fighting? Ridiculous."

He shook his head at us.

I just stood there and stared at him.

"And..." he continued.

'Oh Sweet Goddess...' I sighed.

"You hurt one of my students in the process. I can't believe our two star football players are acting like pups."

Pinching the bridge of his nose with is forefinger and thumb I watched him slump down in his chair.

There was a shiver that quickly ran down my spine as we waited for him to speak once more.

When I suddenly felt eyes on my back.

Slowly I turned to find the most stunning sky blue eyes I had ever seen in my life.

But what shocked me the most was they belonged to a guy.

My heart had stopped all together and my breathing hitched just from the beauty of him.

Wait beauty. Did I just call him beautiful?

No, that can't be right can it? What's wrong with me?

'Mate,' my inner wolf said.

What? That can't be right. My wolf must be confused or something.

'Mine,' he said.

I knew that your wolf would inform you when his mate was close.

But this person was well... a guy. He was the same sex as me.

This couldn't be right.

I was racking my brain trying to make sense of this.

Have I been dropped off in some parallel universe?

I was brought back by the scared look that crossed his face before he ran off.

"Liam, Liam..."

I turned back towards Mr. Alderman.

"What?" I asked, looking back at Mr. Alderman.

"Are you even listening to me?" he hissed.

I shook my head trying to clear it which he took as an answer, I watched his face turn beat bright red.

"I'm calling your dad, let's see what he has to say about this," he yelled picking up the phone angrily.

After that I was suspended for two weeks and my dad forced me to join the band or whatever when I came back to school.

He said I needed something less violent in my life so I had to join music class.

I mean I know nothing about music.

It was four in the morning on Wednesday and I was laying on my bed looking up at the ceiling, staring at nothing in particular.

Just thinking about how my life had turned into a giant piece of crap.

It's been a few days since the incident and all I could think of was.

"How could this happen? I'm not even gay."

I have a girlfriend for Goddess sakes.

I could feel my wolf stirring, growling at me.

'I know, I know,' I said to him.

Now that I have a mate, I guess that she wasn't my girl anymore.

But I mean geez my mate was a GUY.

Not a nerdy girl that no one ever notices, not the bitchiest bitch on the planet that no one could stand, not even an ugly girl that only a mother would love.

No, no I'm mated to a male, a dude and 'human dude' with a dick.

Okay, okay. I took a deep breath.

I need to talk to someone about this.

I thought about asking my dad but I was worried about what he would think of me.

Then I thought about asking my mom because she's understanding but I just don't have the courage to come around to ask her.

I just don't want their opinions of me to change.

UGH. Grabbing the pillow and smashing it into my face.

'I'm not gay,' I whined to myself.

I stayed there for hours under my pillow, I need to do it.

Quickly I hoped out of bed, changing my clothes real fast and running out the door.

My dad was just leaving for work and saw me.

"LIAM," he called before I was even around the corner.

I closed my eyes out of frustration before slowly turning towards him.

"Yeah?" I asked innocently.

"'Yeah.' Where are you going?" he said mockingly.

I rolled my eyes.

"Nowhere important," I muttered.

"Uhh huh and you're going off to nowhere in a hurry? And why?"

He raised an eyebrow at me.

"No reason. I can't be locked away in that room forever I need air."

Crossing his arms, he leaned against his car and stared at me giving me one of his 'I'm the Alpha and you'll tell me what I need to know' looks.

Sighing I said.

"I need a run."

He just looked at me with narrowed eyes before nodding.

"Alright, but be here before dark your mom needs your help for dinner, Jim's coming over with Darla and little Zoey," he told me getting in his car.

I nodded and waited till he was out of sight.

Once he was gone I went back to what I was doing.

I pulled my cell-phone out of my pocket and saw I only had eight minutes.

I booked it down the street, when I arrived I was looking franticly trying to find him.

I skidded to a stop, searching furiously.

'Maybe it was a mistake.' I thought hopefully.

After a few minutes I finally found him and my heart stopped.

My body was frozen as I gazed into his blue eyes from the sidewalk.

I could feel my wolf jumping around and I sighed closing my eyes.

There was no mistaking it, he was my mate,but who was he?

I was home from my 'ridiculously long run' just before it got dark, my mom was in the kitchen rushing around the room.

"Hey mom," I said walking into the kitchen.

"Hi baby."

She didn't even look up from chopping some carrots.

"You need help?"

"Oh yes, I need you to chop these onions and carrots please."

I nodded taking her spot.

"Thank you honey."

"Yeah."

It was quiet for a while, the only sound was rhythmic beat of the knife hitting the chopping board and my mom making clanking sounds with her beating the spoon against the pot.

After a few minutes she interrupted the silence.

"Honey, is everything okay?" she asked turning to me with a concerned frown on her face.

Raising a brow at her I shook my head.

"I'm fine, what makes you ask that?" I lied.

Am I that obvious?

Shrugging she went back to her pot of whatever it was, I sniffed the air... hmm chicken.

"Well you've been distracted a lot lately and I know you just got suspended, so, I've been thinking it was that but I'm not sure. Are you sure you're alright?"

I smiled, mom always knew me so well.

"No mom, I've just been thinking about football and how I'm missing a lot of practice, our first game is in a couple of weeks."

She nodded before going to do something else.

With the vegetables chopped I went to set the table and just as I was setting down the last utensil I heard the door open, voices carried into the kitchen.

My dad was home, along with Aunt Darla and Uncle Jim.

I moved towards the living room where they were and was tackled into a huge hug.

"Liam."

Chuckling I lifted Zoey up in my arms and gave her a big smacking kiss on her cheek.

"Zo-zo," I said.

"Look at you you're getting so big, I can hardly lift you up."

I pretended that she was heavy and started to sink to the ground.

"My goodness Zoey I... can't.... do...it..."

She let out a scream when I dropped her for a second before catching her and throwing her in the air.

Her screams changed to giggles.

"Stop it," she laughed.

Chuckling I set her down as I turned to Aunt Darla.

"Hey Aunt Darla," I said giving her a hug.

"What you're not going to try and throw me in that air too?" she said pouting.

"I doubt anyone can lift you above their head much less two inches off the ground with your belly the size of Jupiter, Darla. What are you twelve months?" my mom joked coming in to the room and giving her a hug.

"Eight, thank you very much and he could have at least tried to prove I'm not that heavy," she said wiping a pretend tear away.

"Uh- uh, I don't want you breaking my son," my mom said blocking the playful slap heading her way.

"You're evil Nancy."

I moved over to Uncle Jim who was conversing with dad.

"Liam, how you been?" he asked me.

"Good... I guess," I said taking a stand besides my father.

"Oh yeah, I have your homework... it's in the car."

I nodded.

"Cool, thanks."

Jim and dad went back to whatever they were talking about while I played with Zoey until mom and Darla called everyone to the table for dinner.

I was getting up to follow when I felt someone grab my arm pulling me back.

I turned to see Uncle Jim there watching and waiting for everyone to leave before speaking.

I frowned at him.

"What is it," I whispered to him confused.

He shook his head and put a finger to his lips as he dragged me in the hallway.

"Something is different with you, what's happened?"

My eyes widened, how the hell did he do that?

I haven't even seen him since the fight.

"I don''t know..."

"Don't lie to me Liam," he hissed quietly to me.

I bit my bottom lip and stared at him.

"You may be able to lie to your parents but it won't swing with me."

I opened my mouth to say something but it wouldn't come out.

I mean how do you tell your Uncle and Elder that you're mated to a guy when you are 'also' a guy?

What if they decided I was a disgrace and banished me from the pack?

I was next in line for Alpha and my mate was a guy, I don't think the pack would accept that.

I growled at the thought of the pack shunning him away.

Jim was patiently waiting for an answer and I couldn't just lie to an Elder.

"I'll tell you after dinner," I said ready to leave until he grabbed my arm preventing me from moving.

"No you will tell me now," he demanded.

I shook my head... I wasn't ready to say it out loud yet.

"Yes Liam," he pushed.

I stared into his brown eyes seeing the concern but stern look.

Sighing in defeat I answered.

"I found my mate," I muttered.

He looked shocked at first then confused.

"Well, if you found your mate then why are you ashamed to tell us about her?" he asked me.

"This is a good thing. This means that all you have to do is tell your dad and we can have your Alpha Ceremony soon, you know he's been waiting to give you the position for a while now."

I shook my head.

"He won't want to that now," I told him not making eye contact with him.

"What do you mean? Do you think he won't approve of her?"

"I know he won't accept 'my mate'," I said purposely using 'my mate' instead of her.

Uncle Jim caught it.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Liam?" I heard my mom call.

"Can we just drop it?" I begged him, pleading with my eyes.

"Liam you're going nowhere until you tell me what the problem is."

"Come on Uncle, please."

I couldn't do it.

"Now Liam," he exclaimed.

"My mates a guy," I blurted out.

"Ugh... Happy now?"

With that I left him standing there in disbelief as I took my seat at the dinner table.