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rcksmith · 4 years ago

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Geniuses — Five Hargreeves

Request: “Hi! I am just the annon that recently sent the request 3,11,16 and 22. You asked what I wanted, I forgot to put that I got them from the “fluff” prompt list. I am so sorry!! And don’t worry! It’s not your fault I didn’t see the list 😂😂 but thank you so much! I really like your fics and your writing style so much! 🥺🥺💖💖”

Fluff prompts:

3“You’re staring again.”

11. “Wow- you look…amazing.”

16. “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.” 16. “I heard that!” 1 .“You were supposed to!”

22. “well the probability of that is 0, but you go ahead”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

Haha love, it’s okay💖💖 i hope you like, because I really like to writing tis. Thank you for resquest. Love u❤️

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves/Fem! Reader.

Warnings: nothing, just bad words and fluff.

(gif not mine)

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It was fun to think that Five never had an equal opponent, someone as smart, canny, sarcastic and ironic as he. Five Hargreeves was always used to being the smartest person in the room, always being the one with the quickest response on the tip of his tongue.

And, well, it was fun to think that it all went up in the air when you showed up.

You were cruelly intelligent, able to correct errors in Five's math equations, sarcastic and always had a cheeky smile on your face. You weren't used to being underneath, which is why when Five wanted to show that he was better than you, well, you wouldn't give up.

But unlike the time traveler, you didn't have super powers, you weren't extraordinary, you didn't have any skills, but that didn't stop you from being equal to him in every other way.

Whenever Five wanted to come out on top with the argument that he had powers and you didn’t, you raised an eyebrow, looked at him as if he had made a basic math mistake, and said: “I don’t need powers, I’m a genius, you should try to be one too.” And it made him furious, and, truth be told, you just liked to tease him too.

But just as the two of you had personality differences, the ability to handle emotions and people well was different from Five. You were kind, funny and wanted to make people comfortable around you. Being a genius didn't mean you shouldn't be a nice person, and Five usually forgot about it.

As you and Five spent more time together, it became clear that you two were no longer able to stay away from each other. Five liked (secretly) to have someone to really talk to. Someone that understood and followed his line of reasoning, that understood the equations he did, and that considered him a genius instead of crazy with some reasoning.

Being with you was like, for Five, meeting another human being in a dog-only world, and when he kind of told you that in other words, you laughed out loud and said: “Or how to find an equal sign in an equation.” And that's when he felt his heart pounding for you.

Five remembered when you beat him in chess for the first time, no one had ever done it before, and he agreed to play with the full awareness that he was going to win again. Well, that is not what happened.

When you checkmate his king, Five was stunned. He leaned over the board, looking at the pieces as if they had created a head. And you laughed, leaned back in your chair in a victorious smile.

“This is impossible.”

“it's actually just intelligence, why don't you use it now and then?” You were kidding, it was obvious, you couldn't stand hurting people and Five knew it. The dynamics of the two of you who were exchanging barbs.

“You must have stolen or something, this is very much your style” He returned, eyes on you as you laughed “Let's play again and I will give you a the most brutal defeat.”

“Well the probability of that is 0, but you go ahead” You accepted, first because you wanted to show that you would beat him as many times as possible, and second because there was nothing you liked more than spending time with Five.

The matches started, and you won every time. And when the sunset and the breeze was cold, you and Five looked at each other, with the peach rays of the sun illuminating their faces, and the mutual smile they gave out sweetly.

He were really enjoy the game and you knew that, and he knew you not just want the victory. You two know Just more matches would make you spend more time together. And... Five didn't remember if anyone ever really engaged in a game just to want to be around him.

But things really got more real and serious when Vayna asked you to go to one of her violin performances too. And, well, you wore a long, red dress, firm in all the right places, and Five couldn't get his eyes off you just one second.

It was as if, when he saw you, all the equations in his life had been solved. And a single thought rang in his mind: “I want her”

And the certainty of that was absolute. He wanted you as an overwhelming force, which shook his whole body. He needed you like needed oxygen. And there was no way to deny that anymore.

But it all happened in a fraction of a second, and you had just chosen that moment to approach him and ask:

“So, how am I look? Are you going to make a little joke about berries or something?” You laughed.

But Five could think of nothing but that if there were the personification of sin and perfection, it would be you. He looked at you as a whole, a fucking beautiful woman with a fucking brilliant mind. You are incredible and he had no other adjectives for you.

“Wow- you look… amazing.” You felt all the intensity and truth in that sentence, and your heart pounded in your chest.

For, truth be revealed, you had dressed up for him. Because wanted him to think you were beautiful. Because you thinking him were a young God with all the vigor and beauty.

Five really wanted to focus on anything but you. Not In the swing of your body, in the outline of your lips, in how he wanted to put you out of that dress. He really tried. But his eyes were always drawn to you at the end of the effort, as if you were the only thing worth seeing.

“You’re staring again.” Luther whispered in his right ear, while Five kept his eyes on you for a moment that seemed to him seconds, but to Luther it was hours.

But who could blame him? You looked like a mirage, too beautiful to be true. And Five wanted to record every detail of it in memory.

“Take care of your life!” He replied, taking his eyes off you.

After that night, Five already knew that he could no longer keep his hands off you. He couldn't just look at you anymore when the hunger to touch you started to hurt physically. As soon as you got back to the mansion, he grabbed you by the wrist, in a strong, firm grip, and pulled you with him as he climbed the stairs towards his own room.

Five needed you. A kiss, a caress, a body-to-body contact, anything, he just needed it. And it had to be now, he not wait for you to go home and come back later, he couldn't wait days...damn it! He couldn't wait seconds!

Then he knocked and locked the door behind you when you entered the his room.

“What the hell?” You rubbed your wrist that he must not have measured how much firmly him hold you “You're acting like a nut and I thin ...”

But Five didn't give you time to continue. He couldn't give you time. He could not explain something that for him was still a mess. So he showed you.

Five came to you in big, determined steps, and he fit your face in his hands before tilting and sticking his lips to yours. And then the world seemed to make sense for the first time.

Everything was suspended. The people, the rotation of the earth, the wind, the noise of the streets. Everything went into a black hole and was no longer important. The only thing that really mattered was you. And Five kissed you until the oxygen was strictly necessary.

“I have been waiting for this for some time.” You confessed, and Five blew out a low laugh, answering you with another kiss that ended up taking you to a bed and messy sheets.

After that night, Five became more attached to you, and the relationship grew stronger over the weeks.

“You know this is wrong, right?” You said as you took a look at the equations he had made that afternoon.

Five looked at you with a frown, irritation in his eyes, but you were trying to contain your laughter.

“You have nothing else to do no?”

“Besides seeing your accounts wrong? No.” You had fun, taking one of the white chalk Five was using and erasing an equation from it, redoing it in the right way.

You could feel his gaze on your back, but you did your best not to laugh and return the chalk complacently.

“Now it's right.”

Five looked at the account you redid, and gave you an expression of so few friends that you couldn't control your laughter anymore.

And his expression closed even more. You shook your head and were already on your way to the door when when you heard him mumbling:

“I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”

Then you laughed even harder and turned to Five, who had been doing his math again on the walls of his room.

“I heard that!”

“You were supposed to!” He countered without even waiting a second, and then you came back towards him, the laughter still present in your voice, your eyes full of play and love.

You put your arms behind his waist, still with the remnants of laughter coming from yours lips, and leaned your head against his broad back.

Five felt and heard your laughter, and then controlled himself not to laugh too, before giving yours hands that were hugging his waist a few gentle pats.

“You are unbearable.” You mumbled, but full of love overflowing with the words “But I love you.”

Then Five laugh came and he exchanged pats for an affectionate affection on yours hand, signaling that he also found you unbearable, but that he loves you.

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bigfan-fanfic · 2 years ago

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My problem with corypheus wasn't because he was a easy boss, but because his motivations were kinda bland? He was just this ugly ass guy who wants to be a god, and because I ( a completely stranger who was just passing by and heard an old woman screaming) stole a thing by mistake now I'm his archenemy!

That's pretty much why my inquisitor would say he didn't want to be the inquisitor every time I was given the chance. I just couldn't see a reason besides "I'm the good guy and he is the bad guy who wants to rule the world!" To be the inquisitor. (Not that it really bothers me not having a reason to fight for, but it feel nice to having my character to follow this personality (?) ).

Anyway, sorry if I'm annoying you with me talking about DAI with you recently.

-DAI first time player annon

Not at all!

I get it about Corypheus. He's such an outlier that it's hard to really feel a personal connection to the final battle. Like, there's just a sheer disconnect from what he's about. He's from the ancient past, has a tenuous connection to the whole Andraste thing, which isn't that compelling, and is so ancillary to the main plot that he suffers. Livius Eremond, Samson, Calpernia, Florianne, Seeker Lucius, all of those are villains that the player will have greater feelings for than Corypheus

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tetralea · 4 years ago

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can you do a blurb for tom x harrison where tom sucks haz off during a family meeting

Hey Annon, thank you for your request. I made it a bit longer than a blurb haha, and a bit more juice too.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Harrison Osterfield

Word Count: 1.5K+

Warning: blowjob, handjob, deepthroating, rimming

A/N: No, I didn’t edit this.

It has been a real torture since they arrived at Tom’s parent’s house. They have slept in and had been a hurry ever since, their usual Saturday morning activities skipped but not forgotten.

Tom have seen how restless Harrison was and how he ever so slightly adjusted his cashmere, cream coloured pullover to pool at his lap more than it usually would. He also felt the intense gaze on his face, whenever he spoke, and he just hoped that no one else felt the growing tension in the air.

The truth was that he and Harrison, according to Harry ‘fucking finally’ got into a relationship but it only happened a few weeks ago and their families didn’t know it yet. So holding hand at the table or after lunch, stealing small kisses while doing the dishes was off limits if they wanted to keep it as a secret just a little more.

However, with Harrison’s current state it seemed almost impossible. Tom heard his dragged out sighs, he saw the tension on his jaw and knew all too well what those longing, almost lustful stolen gazes meant. He felt sorry for his boyfriend, because sleeping in was king of his fault and it didn’t allow time not even for a half-satisfying quickie before leaving their house.

He had to do something.

Even his best idea seemed horrible, but when Harrison pulled the creamy cashmere over his head, Tom changed his mind. He leant over and just like it was his natural clumsy self he spilled his drink onto Harrison’s shirt and jeans.

In the chaos following his act it was easy to pull his boyfriend up from the couch offering his help with many apologies and dragging him into the laundry room.

‘You are unbelievable.’ Harrison murmured against the thin lips amused at the second Tom closed the door behind them.

‘Could watch you suffer anymore.’ Tom’s hands did a quick job undressing Haz, it was all very familiar territory, while his lips were moving together whit the blonde one’s.

After leaving Haz in nothing more than his boxers and socks, Tom opened the washing machine and throw the clothes in, his hands slightly shaking, as the blonde was kissing and sucking on his neck and ears. When everything was set he quickly turned around and let the hungry lips pressing to his and consume his better judgement in a second. Kissing Harrison was intoxicating and he could have done it all day, but they needed to hurry to finish before the clothes were ready and dry.

Tom pressed Harrison to the wall, guiding him all the way, his hands roaming on the pale skin, feeling as much as he could reach. When they reached the flat surface, Tom was quickly on his knees, eager and easy for Haz as always.

There were no building up, no tentative kisses, no soaking the thin material of the boxer while teasing Haz through it. Tom pushed it down enough that it was comfortable for the both of them and took the thick base between his fingers.

‘Please be quiet.’ He pleaded and sticked his tongue out licking a wet strip on the hot shaft. The sound Harrison made was heavenly, a mix of his hushed answer and his surprise to the intense contact.

Tom didn’t waste any time, he closed his eyes and opening his pink lips started to suck Harrison with shallow, gentle movements. The blonde tried to breathe evenly, to force himself to be even more quiet then he usually is, but it was hard when Tom was so determined to make him feel good.

The wet, pink tongue swirled around his sensitive tip, when he felt the touch of cautious fingers on his tight balls. They weren’t really grabbing or holding them, it was more like a very sensual drag of nails, just petting them ever so slightly, until they become even more tight drawing impossibly close to his body. And Tom, oh he knew this too well by now. Now he gently tugged them, taking them into the palm of his hand fondling a slightly pulling them while his mouth eagerly moved up and down on the hard, leaking cock.

Harrison’s breathing was uneven, his hands sinking into the dark brown curls, his hips instinctively bucking into the heat of Tom’s mouth, he was so close now. Tom peered up to his lover for a second before his dark lashes fluttered and with a big breath out he let Harrison’s big cock slide into his throat, pressing his nose to the soft pubic hair. He started to suck and pull back at the same time, his tongue stroking the sensitive tip at the end.

‘Tom.’ Harrison’s lips fall open with a muffled moan as he felt himself falling over the edge. The brunette, took a deep breath and pulled on the tight balls just a little while sucking hard on Harrison’s cock, making his orgasm even more intense. The blonde couldn’t help it, his own palm covered his mouth as he reached his climax to keep himself quiet, while his body was shaking, cock emptying into Tom’s keen mouth with hot, heavy spurts.

It took him a few seconds to come back to his mind, to realise that he could let his own mouth go and that he was still shaking a bit from the aftershock of the intense orgasm he just had.

With quick pants, he slid down to the ground, pulling tom into a soft, satisfied embrace. ‘Thanks, love, it was, oh, my god.’ He giggled into the cork of Tom’s neck, making the brunette shudder a little.

Harrison opened one eye, peaking to the washing machine which was now drying his clothes. ‘We still have a few minutes, if you want it.’ His whisper barely broke through the loud noise of the machine but it was enough for Tom to hear it.

‘Four minutes?’ He asked in disbelief. ‘I’m not sure I can finish.’ He smiled and leant in for a soft kiss.

‘Good thing, I know exactly how to make you finish in that time.’ Harrison grinned, prompting Tom to stand up. His kiss was still a bit slow but filled with fire and determination. He undressed Tom hips down and quickly turned him around, bending him over the loud machine.

The brunette had no time for questions and Harrison’s plan was all clear when he lifted Tom’s leg onto the machine, leaving him all exposed. ‘Now, love, I think you’ll need this to keep quiet. Open up!’ Tom did as he told, opening his tired jaw and letting Harrison to push part of his boxers into his mouth, using it as a gag. He knew what was coming and fuck he couldn’t wait.

Harrison returned behind him and kneeled down to the ground. ‘Look at you, leaking for me already.’ He whispered onto the sift flesh of Tom’s inner thigh, before spreading his ass cheeks even more and starting to kiss around his waiting hole. He felt Tom jerk when his tongue finally found that spot Tom wanted him the most and he started to eat him out immediately. Usually, he would have took his time, but not here and now. He couldn’t suppress a smile when he heard Tom’s desperate moans, perfectly muted by the impromptu gag. He liked his boy loud, but this was not the place for it.

Tom’s tight hole loosened up more and more, letting Haz push the tip of his tongue in, making Tom’s body shake, his nails dragging over the surface of the washing machine. While his skilled tongue was moving in and out of Tom’s body, his right hand circled the petite hips, finding Tom’s neglected cock. It was leaking and wet for him. He swept the arousal around the red tip before starting to move his hands in sync with his tongue. He was circling and lapping at the tight ring of muscles again, determined to make Tom cum in seconds. He moved his hand with expert skill, his palm gliding though Tom’s cock head with every thug, making the brunette completely lose it. His whole body was shaking, toes curling, his head hanging low between his shoulders, teeth digging into Harrison’s boxers, soaking it with saliva while he moaned and groaned to the double sensation.

His orgasm hit him like a train, it was sudden and shook his body all at once. His hips desperately fucking into the tight fist, his cum dripping down on the pale hands, making a bigger and bigger mess with every thrust.

When his body finally relaxed, he almost collapsed onto the white, metallic surface, his abs still clenching as Harrison gave a few gentle laps to his loose hole.

His hands reached for the gag, pulling it from his mouth. ‘Shit, shit, Jesus, babe.’ He murmured with eyes closed and let out a relaxed sigh when Harrison helped his leg down to the ground and leant down, covering Tom’s body with his, peppering the pale shoulders with loving kisses.

‘See, we still have thirty-two seconds.’ He laughed and let go of Tom, letting him stand up and fall into his strong arms with a small laugh and a tired kiss.

‘Good, because I think I made a mess.’

Tags: @ruinerofcheese, @hazmyheart, @greenorangevioletgrass, @hollandfangirl, @tomhollandd, @tomhollandspideys, @tommysparker

#tom hollland #harrison osterfield #Tom Holland x Harrison Osterfield #tomison #Tom x Haz #hollerfield #taz #Tom holland smut #Harrison Osterfield smut #Tom Holland x Harrison Osterfield smut

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imaginesforthosewhoseekthem · 5 years ago

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How about one for Sally face gang where their s/o is a sleep walker maybe with funny dreams like trying to leave to find the ice cream truck or something more serious like wandering around the apartment complex dreaming about what happened to the ghosts there and reliving events like what happened to Megan?

**POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 5 OR THE ENTIRE THING IF YOU HAVEN’T PLAYED THE GAME**

((I’m gonna go with the second one because when does ANYONE in Sally Face get to be happy?! :’) You broke us with every chapter, Steve. I’m gonna write out the dream you’re having and then what your lover does if that’s okay. Also goin with Sal, Larry, Ashley and Travis again if everyone’s good with that. Travis and Ashley don’t LIVE in Addison apartments, so let’s just say they’re sleeping over.))

Also, annon, sorry this took a few days, I have been PRETTY sick.))

The Dream:

It was just a quiet night. Nothing too bad. Your partner was cuddled up beside you as you both slept. As you lay sleeping...you heard a voice call to you. Megan..? You waited for your lover to roll over in the bed so that you could get up and follow the sound of it. Even if you weren’t fully awake, you walked the halls as if you were . You had memorized how they turned. You found yourself making your way all the way up to the fourth floor where Megan was in the bathroom. You heard her speak to you.

“Mommy says you all need to hurry! Time is running out! I’m scared (Y/)N)! What does that mean..?! I wish you guys could see me again! i’m still here, I promise. I dunno if I can pass on okay knowing you guys might be in danger..!”

The roaring...the Red Eyes was roaring.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N?!” Megan called out to you.

You gasped awake once you felt a hand on your shoulder and almost smacked them. It was your love. They had followed you. You were SO shocked. you didn’t even know how you GOT up there.

“You okay?! I thought you were getting up to go to the bathroom, but you walked right out of the apartment! Come on, let’s go back to bed.” they said, wrapping an arm around your waist.

Sally Face:

Sal got you a glass of milk or some water after the whole ordeal and sat with you on his bed, patting your back.

“You okay, babe? I’ve never seen you sleepwalk before.” he said...he put the pieces together pretty quick given what HE’S seen. “Was it...Something supernatural?” he asked.

You nodded, your hands shook a little as you tried to drink what he gave you.

“Are you okay to tell me about it or do you wanna just go back to bed?” he asked you, hugging you with one arm. He let Gizmo onto your lap so you can pet the kitty for comfort.

If you decide to tell him, he makes sure to take it all down in his notebook to see what they mean and to see if the ghosts are trying to warn them of something. He may consider asking you to try and sleep if that’s how they can communicate and you will sometimes pick up on that. It doesn’t happen as often as you guys would like it to, but the few times it does, it’s helpful.

If not, he’ll 100% understand if it was too much for you to handle and he’ll drop it completely no matter how curious he is. He’s been in that situation where he was asked what happened to his face.

Regardless, he’ll hold you and kiss your head and try his best to calm you down. He’ll even try to sing you something his Mom would sing to him when he was younger when he was sad to try cheer you up. He lets you sleep against him and probably spends most of the night watching over you.

Larry:

He kinda wants to ask his Mom to see if you’re okay, but doesn’t wake her like a good son, so he kinda just sits you on the couch for a moment to calm you down. He grabs some snacks for you two and brings them and you of course back to his room just in case you guys wake his Mom.

You both eat some food and listen to his radio a bit (Low volume of course) to make you feel better until you calm down fully.

“How you feelin, babe?” he asks. He tries to make light of it by joking a little. “You know, I’ve always heard of people sleepwalking, but I didn’t think I’d ever see it for real. Let alone that person bein my girlfriend/boyfriend/(Nickname).” he chuckles a bit. Even if you smiled or laughed a little, he’d feel a little bad and softly holds you on his lap to keep you as close as possible.“Listen...you don’t gotta tell me anythin if you don’t want to. Just know that I wanna take the very best care of ya, alright? I love you so much and I’ll kick even a GHOST’S ass if they wanna mess with you in your sleep?”

If you decide to tell him you pose the question “Even Megan when she wants to warn us..?” and that leads you to tell him everything. He takes all this in and nods. He strokes your cheek and kisses your head.

“Okay...here’s what’s gonna happen. I’ll tell Sal about this and we can do some investigating round the apartments for any other signs. You can join us if you want, I won’t force you to stay or come. I just hope next time Meg aims that at someone that ain’t you. I know she meant well, but it seriously freaked you out just now.”

If you decides not to, you kiss him softly and say “Thanks, Lar-bear~” playfully. He laughs softly “Hey, you hear my Mom call me that ONE time and you take every chance to teas me with it!” He’d tickle you if you laughing wasn’t at risk of waking his Mom.

He kinda lays on you and tries to wrap his arms and legs around you to protect you in his sleep.

Ashley:

She probably hugs you the most out of all of them. She brings you back to bed and wraps you both in blankets. Since she was staying the night, she looked through her bag to see what activities she brought along. She told you to just doodle something or even play a game of Hangman for a bit. She also shows you some of her Polaroids she took. If all else fails, she breaks out the Gearboy. Sally inspired her to get one herself, so you two took turns playing a game on it til you calmed down.

“You okay? I’m sorry I didn’t wake you sooner. I honestly...wanted to see where you would go. That’s really crappy of me isn’t it? I’m SO sorry! I guess I just...wanted to make sure you weren’t doing anything dangerous.” she said.

You re-assure her, stating you would have done the same thing (Whether it’s true or not).

If you decide to tell Ashley, she’ll pet your head as you tell her. Same with Larry, she invites you to join in only if you want to, promising she’ll tell Sal and the others in case something is up.She doesn’t get to planning on it right away like Sal and Larry would. Her focus is just on making you feel better.

If not, she gets it and is pretty quick to move on. Your well being is her priority.

She holds you close and kisses your head, playing with your hair and just showering you in affection until you fall back asleep.

Ash keeps pretty close to you afterwards, asking to sleep at your place more often and if she can’t, she texts you before you sleep and in the morning before school. She just wants to make sure her baby is looked after.

Travis:

Kinda like Ashley, he followed you before he woke you up. He was worried when you just GOT out of bed and walked. He was kind of jealous you lived in the same building as Sal and Larry and wanted to make sure you weren’t popping in to see them.

He was relieved to see you weren’t, but even MORE concerned, you went to the floor that was meant to be condemned. Once he snapped you out of it, he brought you to your flat again and just kinda sat with you on the couch.

He made you some iced tea (Cus why not?) and sat beside you.

“Hey, hey...You alright?” he asked, calming you down a bit be stroking your hair and back softly. He was kinda awkward. He wasn’t sure if this WAS something paranormal, considering his Dad lead The Devourers of God, he was kinda worried what caused it might have been because you knew him. But if it was regular sleep walking, it concerned him even more

If you decide to tell him, his heart sinks a bit, but he tries convincing you it was just a bad dream, mostly because he hopes it’ll in some way protect you from his father’s cult. You probably tell Sally Face without him because Megan DID mention him, so it’s only fair.

If you don’t tell him...he’s PROBABLY going to bother you about it until you do, but that’s just because he’s really worried about you, is all.

He wraps you in blankets and holds you on his lap like Larry. He gets pretty clingy of you after that dream. You’re never really sure why, but he sneaks away from home sometimes to check on you. His Dad isn’t happy about it, but to him it’s worth it.

#sally face #sally face imagines #sal fisher #larry johnson #ashley campbell #travis phelps

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ourloveisforthelovely · 5 years ago

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Copperhead Road 2

Supernatural RPF AU

Warnings: RPF

Request from an annon reader: Will you write a prohibition 1920′s story with Richard Speight Jr and the supernatural cast?

Link to Chapter 1

Words: 3,047

Pairings: Richard Speigh Jr x Reader

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You didn’t sleep at all that night! After Richard left there was no way that you would be able to sleep! Your mind was racing around the thoughts of his proposal. One minute, you were beyond happy and ready to say yes. The next, you were on the edge of a panic attack! As much as you wanted to say that you didn’t care what your parents thought...you couldn’t. You did care what your parents thought. After all, they were the ones that had fed and clothed you all of your life.

There was the thought that you could talk to them logically about wanting to marry Richard but that was quickly thrown out the window. Neither your mother nor your father would willingly let you marry the man. These were the people that for lack of a better term abandoned their only son over his dealings with alcohol. If you told your mother and father that you wanted to marry one of the biggest alcohol producers in the town would work about as well as stabbing them and telling them not to bleed.

Richard was right about one thing. You would be well cared for. In the months that the two of you had been together, Richard had never the least bit unloving.

You wished that your parents would look beyond the whole bootlegging issue and see that Richard was a decent man. Sure, his ass may not be in the front pew at church every Sunday but what did that matter?

You too were beginning to question your father’s sermons. Of course, if you said that, all hell would break loose in the house! Not believing in God was a huge no-no! You rolled your eyes at the thought of apparently thinking for yourself was a no-no. Your father was still sticking with the old school ideals of women not needing to think for themselves. That idea didn’t sit well with you and you were beginning to question everything about how you were raised. What was so wrong with you, as a woman, wanting to have your own ideas and opinions outside of your father or a husband?

That was one of the many things that you liked about Richard. He wanted to know your opinions on things. In the beginning, he had to pry things out of you.

“Come on darlin, tell me what you are thinking? If I wanted to have someone that agreed with me non stop or repeat everything that I say then I would go buy a parrot. I don’t like birds so I would prefer your opinion.”

You smiled at the thought. Not choosing Richard was beginning to sound like the stupidest thing that you could do!

That afternoon you stood in front of a herd of squirmy five-year-olds trying to teach them about the alphabet. You were well aware that a good 65% of these kids didn’t care the least bit about the alphabet. Most of these children were poor farmers' children who would inherit their family farms. The ones that wouldn’t be farmers would go into some kind of business. Those children were the ones that valued their education.

Farmer’s kids or business kids, you didn’t care. You wanted to at least give them a fair chance. Halfway through a lesson, there was a knock on the door. You looked up, surprised to see Rob standing in the doorway. He gave you a shy smile and a polite nod. You couldn't help liking Rob. Hell, everyone in town liked Rob. It didn’t matter what his business dealings were or what exactly he got into with Richard. He was liked. Maybe it was the fact that he was nervous 95% of the time?

You quietly shushed the children before following Rob out onto the porch. He gave you a shy nervous smile.

“Good afternoon, Y/n.”

“Hi Rob. What can I do for you?”

Rob reached into his suit jacket pocket and handed you a small jewelry case.

“Richard asked me to bring you this. He had a meeting with someone and couldn’t bring it himself. He said that you would know what it was for.”

You frowned and opened the box to see a sapphire ring. Richard wasn’t going to give up and you didn’t mind. You smiled looking at the ring.

“Y/n, is that what I think it is?”

You looked up to Rob and was honestly surprised that he didn’t know. He was Richard’s best friend. You figured that Richard would have told him!

“Yes, it is. Please don’t say anything for the time being. This is kind of a big deal.”

Rob nodded.

“I figured as much. I, uh, have to go now.”

You smiled. Rob wouldn’t have stuck around for long.

“Thank you, Rob.”

He nodded.

“You’re welcome. We would love to see more of you. For what it's worth, I hope that you say yes. You would be good for Richard.”

Rob gave you a small smile before turning and walking away.

You looked down at the ring before closing the box and tucking it into your dress pocket. As much as you wanted to put the ring on you decided against it. The moment that you walked in the door, your mother and father would be all over you! You didn’t own any fine jewelry and if you came home with a sapphire ring there would most definitely be questions.

Getting home that day, your mind was all over the ring in your pocket.

“Y/n is that you?”

You looked up at the sound of your mother’s voice.

“Yes, mother.”

Walking into the kitchen, you were surprised to see your mother dressed in one of her Sunday dresses. This was odd.

“I’m glad that you are home!”

Your mother said cheerfully. Raising an eyebrow, the curiosity got the better of you.

“What is the occasion, mother? You are wearing one of your Sunday dresses.”

Your mother smiled cheerfully and patted the table.

“I want to talk to you.”

You walked to the table and sat down as your mother continued with the freakishly happy grinning.

“We are having a guest for dinner.”

Okay, this wasn’t news. Your family had guests for dinner all the time. This didn’t typically result in your mother going all out with the fine china and tablecloths. Your mother smiled again.

“Todd Smith talked to your father today.”

You couldn't help the disgusted expression that took over your face. The last person that you wanted to see was Todd Smith. The whole Smith family disgusted you! Not only were they fake but they weren’t afraid to “show off” the fact that they had money.

“What for?”

Your mother smiled.

“Todd has seemed to have taken a liking to you. He asked your father about getting to know you better.”

Your heart stopped. What? Did you hear that correctly? The last person that you wanted to think about was Todd Smith.

“Mother! No! Todd Smith looks like a frog! He is the last person on this planet that I would want to date.”

Your mother’s happy smile faded.

“Y/n, stop right now! I don’t want to hear anything like that come from your mouth again! Todd Smith is a great match for you! He would be able to provide for you.”

You put a hand over your face. This was probably the worst possible thing that could be happening! If your parents thought that you would marry Todd Smith, then they had another thing happening. If you needed yet another reason to run away to Richard this was the perfect one.

“Mother, I have no interest in Todd Smith!”

Your mother’s face narrowed.

“Y/n, Richard Speight Jr isn’t a good choice for you.”

Fighting to stop your mouth from dropping, you cleared your throat.

“What are you talking about mother?”

Your mother’s green eyes narrowed.

“I saw how the two of you were looking at each other. Y/n, you don’t need to be getting tied up in a mess like that. His family, I don’t care how much money they have, is dangerous. You don’t need to be getting tied up in alcohol and liquor like your brother. We have already lost him to it. I can’t bear losing another child. I don’t want you to have a painful life. If you marry Richard, that is what you will have. You will have a husband that is dead or in prison. Do you really want that? I wouldn’t think so. I am not saying anything to your father because we both know how he is. Now, I want you to go freshen up.”

You stood up with a frown and immediately walked out of the room. There was no point in arguing further with your mother! This conversation alone told you that there would be no way that your parents would ever accept Richard.

Storming into our room, you fought the urge to scream as you paced the room. Running a hand through your hair, you reached down and took Richard’s ring out of your pocket. Looking down at the ring, you knew that it was now or never. If you remained at home, you would end up with toad looking Todd Smith and be miserable for the rest of your life! That was the last thing that you were going to do! You had always been such a good girl...maybe it was time to shake things up?

You quickly walked to your closet and yanked out a few dresses to shove them into an empty bag. It was done! You were done! Now you understood exactly why Jensen made the choices that he made. He didn’t want to end up being the good little follower that your family wanted. He wanted to be happy and he was going to make damn sure did what it took to be there! Now it was time to follow in your older brother’s footsteps.

Walking to the window, you pushed it open and looked down. You could make that. It wasn’t that far. In the time that your parents thought that you were upstairs, you had enough time to be long gone. You quickly wrote a note for your parents to find.

“Sorry but I’ve got to go.”

“Here we go.”

You muttered before tossing your bag out. Before going out yourself, you took the rings out of the box and slid it on your finger.

20 minutes later you stood on Richard’s front porch. You took a breath before knocking. After a few moments the door opened, Richard’s mother stood on the other side. She looked beyond surprised to see you standing there.

“Y/n, what a surprise. How can I help you?”

You tried to smile but you couldn’t. The realization of everything that you had done was beginning to sink in.

“Hello Barbara. May I please see Richard?”

Barbara reached out and gently took your hand.

“Come in, sweetheart.”

You walked into the house as Richard walked out of a room. He froze, totally not expecting to see you standing there.

“Hey sugar.”

Richard’s amber eyes flickered to his mother. She gave him a serious expression that mirrored their conversation from the day before. He knew that his mother liked you but she was afraid this would be a disaster in the making.

His mother gave you a soft smile.

“If you need anything, dear, let me know.”

You smiled.

“Thank you, ma’am.”

When his mother left the room, Richard held a hand out. You didn’t hesitate as he led you upstairs to his bedroom. As soon as the door was shut, you felt your floodgates open.

“Yes! My answer is yes! We have got to go now!”

Richard couldn’t help the surprised expression that took over his face. The way you looked absolutely petrified had him worried.

“I have to say that this was quicker than I expected. What’s going on, darlin?”

You began to pace.

“My parents want me to marry that stupid Todd Smith but I want to marry you. If I get with him it will be some epic disaster! I don’t love him! I love you!”

Richard was quiet for a moment as he took in everything that you had said. He opened his mouth a few times to speak but stopped.

“You mean that frog looking idiot?”

You nodded, if the situation wasn’t so serious you would have laughed! Knowing that someone else thought the way that you did made you feel better!

“Yes, that frog looking idiot! Now are we going or not?”

Richard smirked. This was the answer that he wanted.

“You sure?”

You threw your hands up.

“Yes, I am sure! I wouldn’t be standing here if I wasn’t! You were the eager beaver that wanted to get married so bad now today you are just standing there. Please tell me that you haven’t gone and changed your mind.”

You about choked the last part out. Richard stood motionless for a moment before quickly closing the gap between the two of you. His arms were around your waist as he pulled you against him. You sighed as his rough five o’clock shadow rubbed against your cheek.

“I’d be a damn fool if I did that. Sugar, I want you. I don’t think that I would have sent Rob to give you that ring if I didn’t. I would have preferred to do it myself but...stuff happened. Now, what do you say about going to find your brother? Time to say, I do before your parents find out.”

The ride to Jensen’s was a silent one. You sat snuggled against Richard’s side while one hand lay rested on his thigh.

“I have to say that I am really surprised when you said yes. I was expecting a no.”

He commented. You shook your head.

“I wanted to say yes last night. I’m sorry for letting worrying about my family made me break things off. I’m not letting anything get in the way of my feelings for you again.”

Richard quickly pulled to the side of the road. He turned to the side so he could face you.

“Come here, beautiful.”

You didn’t need to be told twice before placing yourself back in his arms. A few soft kisses turned to a hungry passion-driven make out session. Richard’s hands drifted to your thighs as you placed soft kisses to his cheeks.

“Too bad you don’t get a virgin bride.”

You commented with a smile. Richard rolled his eyes.

“Oh please! I was the one that took it anyway so that doesn’t count. We could go right now if you wanted.”

The offer was tempting! Not having his hands on you for some time was exhausting. This was another thing that would probably put your parents in their graves! If they knew that you had already slept with Richard (numerous times in fact) they would probably disown you. Good girls didn’t sleep around. That wasn’t what good girls did.

You stroked two fingers down Richard’s chest.

“We don’t have the time.”

Richard nodded.

“Yeah, you have a point.”

He started the car before glancing over at you with a smirk.

“Wonder if your mom and dad have figured out that you were gone yet?”

You looked out the windshield with a dark expression.

“I would say that they have.”

Jensen was surprised to see the two of you at his door. When you told him that the two of you were getting married, he was even more shocked. Something told your brother that you were going to do whatever it took to keep your parents happy. Now here you were in Richard’s arms not giving two fucks what your parents had to say.

Your brother stepped forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I’ve missed you kid. Glad to see that you are finally developing a backbone.”

“I’m tired of being the good girl.”

Jensen smirked.

“This is a good way to start over.”

His green eyes flickered up to Richard.

“Take care of her...I know that you will but for ceremonial purposes, I have to say it.”

Richard smiled.

“You know that I will.”

The next hour was the quickest of your life! Jensen had sent Matt out to find a preacher that wasn’t your father. Word would get out quick enough. It would reach your parents quick enough and you didn’t give a damn.

Never in a million years did you think that you would be getting married in your brother’s living room. You had always expected to get married in your father’s church. Hell, your mother had even saved her wedding dress in preparation to wear it. Yet here you were no wearing it. Instead, you stood in a mint green dress that, at the time being, was the best wedding dress around.

The preacher was one from the Methodist church. You knew him in passing. He was clearly shocked to see Richard and yourself together. This was the one coupling that he never expected to see together! He knew that you were the local baptist preacher's daughter and he definitely knew who Richard was.

“Is this a joke?”

He asked. You turned and looked at Richard. He didn’t look the least bit amused.

“Hell no, this isn’t any joke. Now are you going to do your job or not?”

Jensen smiled from his place by the window.

“You heard the man.”

The preacher nodded nervously.

“Yes, of course.”

You had seemed to block out most of what the preacher was saying. Instead, your eyes were locked on Richard’s face. The realization of what you were doing was quickly setting in. You were giving up your life as a preacher’s daughter to become the wife of one of the biggest bootleggers in town. It was from one end of the spectrum to another and you were just fine with it.

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