730 days - billy russo x reader | prologue

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summary; y/n and billy go way back. two years ago the two of them managed to turn from enemies to lovers, after he had kidnapped her and forced her to pretend to be his girlfriend as to use her against her father, william rawlins.

warnings; mature themes, mentions of trauma, violence, blood and torture, angst

words; 578

The rays of the sun hardly make their way inside the cold room. Your hands stings from the ropes that binds them together. Your body is trembling from the pain and your eyes burn from the crying.

730 days.

That’s how long you have been kidnapped by your own father, William Rawlins, a cruel, foul man, that doesn’t even aches for his own daughter. The only thing that motivates him is money… and torturing people.

Of course you didn’t know any of his doings from the beginning. That’s why, once you’ve learnt about them, he locked up in a small room for two whole years. You hated that man; you hated your father, hated being his daughter, hated being called a ‘Rawlins’. Overall, you loathed everything in your life. Everything except a man.

Billy Russo.

The man that you once hated, but now and for the past two and a half years loved more than anything. Billy was the only one that made feel alive, that made you feel like you mattered. You wanted to cry just by having a small glimpse of him in your head. Your heart was screaming for him, was pleading for him to come and get you away from this place that you’ve been trapped in.

But nothing ever happened. Billy never burst through the door to rescue you. You waited and waited and cried and cried…

So, as the time went by, you made up your mind and decided that you’ve had enough.

Days of planning later, you had finally managed to break through your bounds, after tricking one of your father’s men into giving you –accidentally- a pocket knife. Once you were standing on your feet, you immediately fall down due to the aching of your legs. Moments later you crawled towards the door-it was lunch time- and when it opened you knocked down the guard… and the other four as well and as you rose again, you run to the nearest exit that you had spotted.

The light hit you and you screamed as your eyes burned by being exposed to the sun after all these years. People were looking at you strangely and you couldn’t blame them. A woman approached you. You were terrified and your whole body was shaking so you run. You run and run and run…

Your head hit into a strong stern and your nose started bleeding at how sensitive it had became by all the beating. You tried to apologize, but no words could come out of your mouth. It was as you’d forgotten how to talk, due to only screaming those couple of years.

So you lifted your head.

You froze. Your blood stopped running in your veins. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped.

He was there, standing right in front of you. He was the same as you remembered him to be, but… he looked more miserable now. Why?

Why? A question that had engulfed your brain. Was it because of you? No, it couldn’t be, could it? After all these years, did he even remember you? His eyes darkened and started glistening as he stood there speechless.

He remembered you, but why didn’t he try to look for you? However, all you cared about at that time was him. The man that had overwhelmed your thoughts while in captivity, was finally standing only a few inches away from you.

Your ex enemy and currently lover, was here. Billy Russo was here!

730 days before…

Part 1

Dusk till Dawn- Billy Russo x Reader| XII

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A/n; finally guys this is the last part of my series!❤️ i hope that you enjoyed my annoying self and i’m so sorry for not posting for like… two months but my adhd self decided to self distanced himself from writting lol

Summary; Y/n dreams finally comes true, with the man that she loves to death.

warnings; fluff, mature language

words; 1.1k

Three years later

“tony come back you didn’t finish your cereal!” you yelled out at your two year old son that had just took off with his father, while holding your little girl, willow, in your arms.

“mommy I’m not hungry anymore.” Tony cried out.

“tony you need to eat your food if you wanna be a big boy” you told him.

“sorry honey but that’s a dump thing to say.” Your husband showed up out of nowhere with a foot-ball in his hands.

“if that was true I would be superman by now, not penguin” he said making your son laugh hysterically.

“well if penguin was like that and I was batman… damn… would let him kill me and then apologize about it” you winked at him making him smirk.

“it is a good thing then that you’re not batman and I’m not penguin” he said approaching you, making you roll your eyes.

“daddy!” your little girl squealed in your arms for her father.

“hey baby girl, love that your reminding mommy how she should call me at nights” he grinned as she took willow in his arms.

You were so grateful that your son had gone back to resume playing in your backyard.

“jesus billy, she might be ten months old, but she still can understand you in some way, ya know” you said rolling your eyes once more.

“then what if we leave willow with tony and go upstairs to have a more private… talk” he winked.

“in your dreams pretty boy” you laughed.

“indeed that is the only place that we’re having that kind of talk nowadays” he sighed.

“whatever bill” you said and went back inside to wash the dishes.

So, as it may seems, it is a fact that in those last three years you and billy had finally managed to built your own family. Tony was born almost one year after you reunited with your husband and turns out half a year later, your pregnant again with your little princess, willow.

Furthermore, you still kept in touch with pepper and morgan, but only through phone calls and etc., because you were still wanted back in the USA. Looks like your fight for mankind was not good enough for them to forgive you and let you return to your birth country, yet you didn’t mind.

You had built a new life here with billy, having created your own small family, so you couldn’t be more grateful about it. All your pain and all the shit you went through, belonged to the past now.

As for Curtis, he didn’t mind bothering you and billy again. You had learnt that he was married now, but still kept on talking to ex-vets. You were glad though that he didn’t try to come after you at all.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you felt your husbands arms wrapping themselves around your waist while he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“what are you thinking about?” he finally asked you.

Sighing you whipped your wet hands in a towel and turned around to face him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as your rested your behind against the kitchen counter. He kept his own arms still around your waist.

“I was thinking about how grateful I am to have you and our babies in my life” you answered truthfully while pecking his lips.

“i didn’t do anything about it love, don’t know what you’re talking about. You went through all that pain while I quite enjoyed myself in the making.” He smirked and you playfully smacked his arm.

“are you horny mister russo?” you smirked back.

“how can I not be if I’m having you as my wife?” he winked at you as he leaned in and started kissing your neck.

“I’m sorry to break it to you honey…” you said while pushing him away “but it’ll take you months to put your pretty hands on me again” you bite you lower lip.

“what?! No love you can’t do this to me… I can’t stand a day not touching you” he cried out as he tried to touch you again but you avoided him.

“nah ah, you said it yourself, you didn’t do anything more than enjoying yourself while I was having the worst pan in my life honey, so now is time for pay back” you said turning around and resuming washing the dishes.

“babe come on—and how long will this torture last?” he asked sighing.

“until I go through that hell of a pain again and manage to break your hand” you giggled.

“wha—you know to get through this I have to fuck you ag—“ he cut himself of as he reached out to turn off the tap while turning you around so he could face you.

“y/n…” he started.

“yeaaahh…” you responded while trying to hide your smirk.

“are you…?” he said.

“am I what billy?” you giggled and suddenly his face expression went from a confused one to an excited one.

“baby…” he said while tearing up and you couldn’t help but squeal while wrapping your arms around his neck again.

“yeah” you breathed out.

“are you…” he didn’t finish as you nodded your head positively at him.

“oh my…” he breathed out as he picked you up in his arms and spin you around making you laugh from excitement.

“I love you so much y/n” he said as he put you on top of the counter “you don’t know how lucky I feel having you all to myself love. Thank you, thank you so much for being my wife” he said as a tear spilled from the corner of his eye.

“billy…” you sighed as you whipped his tear off “I love you too honey, never forget that, you are my whole world and I would do a=everything in my power for yours and our babies’ happiness” you finally said as you leaned down to kiss his lips softly while he placed his hands gently on your hips.

“thank you for sticking with me billy” you both laughed.

“thank you for tolerating me, my love” he said back as he kissed you again.

“told you I dreamed about out family billy, thank you for making my dreams come true” you hugged him.

“cannot believe that I’m holding you right now in my arms y/n” he said while kissing your hair softly.

“what can I say, I’m quite of a superhero, am I not?” you said and you both broke out laughing.

You had finally found peace.

The End!

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Dusk till Dawn- Billy Russo x Reader| XI

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Summary; Y/n learns that there’s a way to bring Billy back.

warnings; violence, mentions of blood, angst, fluff, mentions of death, mature content, mature laguage

words; 1.2k

Five years later

“Morgan, Y/n, where are you?” you heard your father calling out yours and your little sisters name.

“In here” Morgan yelled back as you smiled softly at her.

It had been five years since half of the population vanished and since that day you had been living with your dad. When you finally found him due to the help of Captain Marvel, you felt a part of you healing automatically, while the other one was still missing Billy, your husband.

You had been so miserable when you lost him. That day you lost your whole world. Since then you’ve been diagnosed with depression and many more. Apparently, now, you had been leaving with your father, his wife- Pepper and their little daughter, that is your sister, Morgan.

That little girl became the daughter you would never had with Billy. You particularly raised her. You gave her all the love that you had left in your heart and you were always there to help Pepper out.

However, enough was enough and you couldn’t stand sitting there like nothing ever happened, doing nothing. The world had lost its hope. The Avengers were gone and whoever of them was left, had quit once and for all.

So, you were more than happy to welcome Steve Rogers, Natasha and that guy that you’d never seen before in your father’s house.

“Hey Y/n… how’re things going?” Natasha asked you while the others were inside talking about time travelling.

Crazy, isn’t it?                                                                

“Hi Nat, could have been better, I believe.” You admitted truthfully.

“Y/n, have faith in us, in you, we’re gonna bring everyone back. I promise you that.” She placed her hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t like thinking about him Nat, it hurts so fucking much.” You breathed out as you felt tears welling up in your eyes.

“I understand, I’m so sorry Y/n…” She hugged you.

When they finally left you went to talk with your dad.

“Yes sweetheart” he responded when you called out for him.

“I want to leave” you finally said.

“what? What do you mean?” he asked you shocked.

“I can’t stay here dad, when I’m learning that there might be a way to bring Billy back. I just… I can’t.” you broke down.

“Y/n I’ve risked everything to have you all here with me safe and sound. I can’t risk losing you, you all are my family, you are my first daughter y/n, I’m not leaving you go anywhere!” he yelled at you and you shot up from your chair.

“you’re only thinking about yourself, do you know how bad it hurts to miss someone and even more if you know that there’s hope and the people that are supposed to be helping you, are holding you back? Yes, you are my family, but Billy is too, he is my husband and I’m not losing hope on bringing him back. I’m going, whether you like it or not.” You said and left the kitchen.

A couple days later, your father finally joined you too and now you were with him, steve and scott in new York of 2012 to find the space stone, while bruce went to bring the time stone. Many things came up and steve and your dad had to go way back to get the space stone, but now you had to fight.

“promise me… promise me that you won’t use your powers, not even if he worlds ending.”

You remembered Billy’s words to you from the day that he turned into dust.

Bruce had snapped his fingers and hopefully had reversed Thanos’ doings. However, you knew that nothing was over yet, you had a very bad feeling of what was to come. Suddenly, you everything darkened and in a matter of seconds the whole building had collapsed.

You tried to recover as soon as possible, but you had no idea where you were at that moment, so you tried to search for a trace of light and you found it. You climbed up the big rocks and made your way through a small gorge on top of it.

When you got out everything was destroyed, yet you tried to find your father.

“dad!” you yelled out once you saw him.

“y/n” he breathed out and run up to you, still in his iron man suit.

“I thought that you died” he said while he hugged you.

“I’m okay dad” you reassured him.

Suddenly, you saw multiple orange wholes opening and a whole army of everyone that had turned into dust appeared.

You had made it. You had brought everyone back. Billy was back!

After that a huge fight broke out between you all and Thanos’… things.

At the end you were exhausted, but  you were still fighting. Blood was rolling down from your nose and you were feeling your insides burning, but you kept on fighting. A while later, you saw your father wearing Thanos’ infinity gauntlet with all the stones on it.

“no…” you whispered to yourself knowing what that was meaning.

And then snap.

Iron Man had snapped his fingers and slowly everyone from Thanos’ side was turning into dust. You quickly run up to your father where you saw Peter kneeled next to him crying.

When the others saw you the all took a step back and Peter got up looking at you sadly. You walked up to your father, finally, still feeling your body burning from the inside.

“dad…” you said weakly.

He slowly turned to you smiling. You were losing him.

“tell Billy I said hi” and with that he let out his last breath while you stayed there screaming above your dead father’s body as everybody was trying to pull you away.

“please… I need him…” you tried to breath.

“who do you need y/n?” steve asked while tryig to get you to stand up.

“my h-husdand…” you sobbed.

“I’ll get you to him, y/n… I promise…” he whispered into your ear.

And he did it.

Two days after your father’s funeral, you finally reached the island that you and Billy had fled to. You finally took a deep breath and opened the front door. When you walked in you were faced with silence and for a moment you thought that Billy hadn’t come back.

“y/n…” but there was he in all his glory.

You run up to him and hugged him squeezing him to death.

“where had you gone to y/n?” he asked you while still hugging you too.

“billy shut up and just kiss me” you said looking him in the eye, while tears were making their way onto you cheeks.

Billy wrapped his arms around your waist and brought you closer, before smashing his lips with yours.

For him it had been five days, but for you… for you it had been five years.

Now, you had the rest of your lives to make up for the lost time.

“I love you Billy.” You whispered while your lips were brushing against his.

“I love you too y/n.” he said and kissed you once again.

Part 12

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Dusk till Dawn- Billy Russo x Reader| X

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A/n; so i was thinking about finishing the series here, but then i had an incredible idea so please put your seatbelts onp.s. read the second a/n at the end ‘cause i don’t wanna spoil anything yet!!

Summary; Y/n receives a weird phone call.

warnings; fluff, angst, mature language, unedited work

words; 1.6k

Spring of 2018

It had been four months since you and Billy were finally leaving in peace, yet no upcoming pregnancy.

After that day on the beach and all the events that followed, you decided that you wanted to leave free for a little bit. Good thing that your ovulation was low and you didn’t actually got pregnant. Now, you were extremely happy that you could spend all the time that you wanted with your man.

You still kept in touch with your father and that’s how you know that he was intending to marry his- for so very long time- assistant- Pepper. You couldn’t be more happy about him. You knew that he loved her and you liked her very much too, so you wouldn’t mind calling her step- mother even though she was insisting on you calling her by her name, because she was saying that you wanted to be best friends- yes, she knew about you and Billy.

This morning your father called you again, to ask you if it’s okay with you to have another sibling. The first thing that came into your mind was that Pepper was probably pregnant, but no. He just told you that he had a dream that night that he and Pepper had a daughter called Morgan. You thought that was very sweet and of course you told him that you couldn’t be more excited about it.

However, he brought up the subject of having grandkids again, so you just rolled your eyes and told him that for the time being, you just wanted Billy all to yourself… he just called you ‘horny’ and that you need to calm your hormones down.

After you finished talking to him, you went in the kitchen to find your husband cooking. You approached him and wrapped your arms around his waist, placing your chin on his shoulder.

“Hello love…” He smiled down at you.

“Hi.” You blushed.

You couldn’t believe that after all these years, he still was able to make you blush without even trying.

“What are you cooking?” You asked him then.

“Your favorite, y/f/f.” He told you making you squeal and tighten your grip around his torso even more.

“I love you I love you I love you.” You giggled while standing on your toes and kissing his cheek multiple times making him giggle.

“You’re so cute.” He said while turning around, wrapping his arms around your thighs and lifting you onto the kitchen island as placed himself between your legs.

“No! You’re cute.” You fired back laughing.

He laughed with you and brought your lips into a loving kiss, while having his hands gently placed on your waist drawing circles under your shirt. By the time, the kiss deepened and your guided your own hands around his neck, bringing him even closer, as he squeezed the flesh of your waist.

“I love you too sweetheart.” He smiled when he pulled away, but before you could say anything he attacked his lips onto yours once more, kissing you even more passionately this time.

The palm of his hand started going downwards and stopped when he had finally grabbed your ass, slapping it playfully making you yelp into the kiss. As the kiss started getting even more heated, you heard your phone ringing and pulled away with a groan.

“Weren’t you just talking with your father?” Billy asked frustrated.

You didn’t answer him, because you were taken aback with the caller ID. It was an unknown number calling from the USA. You immediately panicked thinking that somehow Homeland had found out about your whereabouts.

“What is it?” Billy asked more worried now.

“I… it’s from the States.” You finally said making Billy’s eyes go wide.

“Don’t answer it.” He told you making you look at him with a arched brow.

“Are fucking stupid Billy that I’m going to answer the freaking phone when someone calls me from the States as we are actually wanted criminals?” You said sarcastically.

“That sounds so hot when you say it.” He smirked.

“Shut up Bill.” You said and your phone finally stopped ringing making you let out a deep breath.

“Thank God…” You exclaimed, but sooner or later it started ringing again.

“Turn it off.” Billy instructed.

“Wha—”

“Turn it the fuck off, Y/n.” He repeated, but you didn’t move so he just grabbed your phone and pressed the off button.

“Ughh…” He sighed as he placed his head in the crook of your neck.

“It’s okay, Billy, they won’t find us. I promise.” You said while stroking his hair.

“But what if they already did? Who was calling you Y/n?” He asked you concerned.

“I don’t know Billy, but I promise you that if someone will ever try to hurt yo—”

“Don’t you dare say that you’re gonna use your powers.” He cut you off.

“But—”

“No buts Y/n. You remember what happened last time. You don’t even know what I went through when you collapsed that day in my arms Y/n. It felt like I had just lost my whole world. I can’t get through that again, please.” He pleaded with tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

You were speechless.

“Promise me… promise me that you won’t use your powers, not even if the worlds ending.” He begged you.

“I promise you Billy, I won’t use my powers.” You finally said, kissing his forehead.

A few hours later, you had eaten your food and now you were both cuddled on the sofa while watching your favorite movie. Billy had literally spoiled you.

“Are you alright?” He asked as he saw your eyes closing.

“Hmm… just sleepy is all…” You said yawning.

“Time to take my Queen to bed then.” He said and got out of your arms before lifting you off the couch- bridal style- and leading you to your bedroom.

When he laid you down, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him softly.

“Please, lay with me.” You pleaded.

“Okay baby, just wait a second to go downstairs to turn off the lights.” He exclaimed softly as he kissed your forehead and left.

Several minutes later, Billy hadn’t come back yet. Suddenly, reality hits you and you thought that someone had captured him. Panicked and worried you shot up from the bed and grabbed one of Billy’s guns that he had on his nightstand, before making your way downstairs carefully.

When you reached the living room, the lights were still on and the TV was playing the movie that you were watching previously. As you started searching the house, you didn’t find any evidence that someone had broken in. When you entered the kitchen, you found silence, but you saw your phone on top of the counter where you had left it in the morning. A thought crossed your mind then that the caller had to do something with Billy’s disappearance.

So, with no Billy around you grabbed your phone and turned it on, deciding to call back whoever had called you in the morning.

After a few seconds someone picked it up.

“Yes…” You heard a familiar voice.

“Who is this” You finally asked.

“Y/n?” You heard the person saying your name.

“Yes, it’s me Y/n, now tell who the fuck are you and why did you call me!” You demanded.

“Y/n it’s me, Bruce, Bruce Banner.” He said making you gasp.

“What? Bruce?” You were so confused.

“Y/n I called you because something terrible happened. Thank God your still here.” He sighed.

“Bruce, what’s going on?” You asked worried as you made your way to the living room where the lights were still on, in hopes that Billy had reappeared in some kind of way.

“I was in some planet with Thor and Loki and then Thanos appeared and I came back to the Earth and Stephen was here, Stephen Strange and something bad had happened and we called your father, Tony and he came and then I wanted to call you too, but you weren’t answering your phone and then that thing appeared in the sky and those three weird people, God if I can even call them ‘people’, came and then there was a fight, and Peter and your dad and Stephen went into that spaceship which took of to space and then we went to Wakanda and then there was an even bigger fight an—”

“MY FATHER WENT TO WHERE?! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING BRUCE?” You practically screamed into the phone.

“I’m so sorry Y/n…” Bruce said.

“You’re w—” You had started crying when you saw a shell of dust on the floor.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Bruce asked concerned due to your silence.

You looked at it confused and kneeled down to exam it.

“What happened next Bruce?” You asked him to continue as you were still curious about the tone of dust in your living room.

“You won’t like what’s next Y/n…” He warned you.

“Oh please my father is on space and my husband’s missing, what else could have gone wrong?” You said ironically.

“Billy’s missing?” He asked you worried.

“Yeah… and I don’t know what might’ve happened to him Bruce.” You said while trying to wipe your tears away.

“Y/n, when did Billy exactly disappear?” He said next.

“Like… thirty minutes ago, Bruce…” You sobbed.

“Y/n… 50% of the population of the Universe is gone…” He informed you and you choked on oxygen.

“What?!” You yelled.

“Thanos Y/n… he turned 50% of living species into dust.” He exclaimed and you felt like you lost the Earth from under your feet.

Part 11

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a/n*; i know that there’s a big timespan between the events of civil war and infinity war, but for the story’s needs it will be like 4-5 months difference

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Snow Covered Reflection - RDR Winter Exchange

A/N: Hey Hey Hey! Here’s my Winter exchange gift for @saucemanboyardee ! I hope that you enjoy this little Sean introspective! I had a fun time writing this, as I’ve never really written for him before! 

Thanks to @rdrevents for putting together this fun event! 

They buried Davy far from camp. 

Dutch figured it was the best option since the ground was too frozen to break the surface. Sean and the rest were inclined to agree. While wolves and other beasts were less likely to approach a larger group, no one was willing to take the chance. They were already in a fragile position; on the run, stuck in the snow covered mountains of Colter with barely any food, meager clothes to keep themselves warm, and little protection from the elements. 

The trek to the mountains hadn’t been easy on anyone. Everyone had no choice to but to leave everything behind other than a few minor things they had remembered amidst the hustle. Sean had been lucky enough to grab the photo of his father, but not much else. He had been more concerned with assisting Tilly and Abigail load supplies into one of the wagons. And little Jack wasn’t much help. 

Davy’s death; that had been something else. Being an outlaw, one was always aware that death lurked behind every corner and was poised to pounce at any turn. But seeing Davy die like that had been difficult. The entire makeshift camp was already covered in an invisible layer of fragility, and watching the slow and blood decline of a highly valued, able-bodied gunslingers utterly broke everyone’s spirit. Sean supposed the only thing keeping them together at this point was Dutch’s sincere faith they would make it out of the frozen wasteland and find somewhere warm and safe. For now they could only take it one day at a time. 

Sean exhaled deeply, watching his breath manifest as a wispy cloud and disappear into the morning air. He had drawn guard duty the previous day and relieved Charles some time ago. Already the frigid air was biting through his jacket and his fingers were stiff from the cold. He flexed the digits to try and loosen them up. 

Despite the cold, the landscape around the abandoned town was beautiful. When the snow chose to cease its torrential falls, the rising sun wreathed the mountainside in a splendor of pinks, oranges, and yellows. It almost looked like a roaring fire. If he closed his eyes, Sean could almost feel the warmth. 

Trudging through the deep snow, Sean made his way to the back of the dilapidated barn. He wondered who was in with the hostage. He made his own visit earlier in the week. The O’Driscoll, whatever his name, was as pathetic as he had imagined; a big blubbering, crying mess. He doubted the man knew much of anything, but once again, Dutch had faith that if they pried hard enough, he’d eventually reveal something worth while. 

He remembered the night Arthur brought him to camp. It had been right after their ambush on an O’ Driscoll camp elsewhere in the mountains. Pure coincidence. 

They were a regular thorn in the gang’s side as of late. Sean knew there was a rivalry and Dutch had a rich history with Colm, the leader, but as to the extent of the history, he wasn’t exactly sure. What he did know was they had decimated a good portion of Colm’s men. 

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he reminisced on the attack. It had been invigorating. The adrenaline coursing through his body, each shot ringing in his ears, the weight of the gun in his hands. Even now his fingers itched to pull the trigger on something. Anything really. A small rabbit or even a squirrel would suffice. If they weren’t confined to the tundra, he’d be out there robbing some poor sap or pickpocketing an unsuspecting passerby. But, until then. he would sullenly resign himself to whatever kept him moving. If he was moving, he was making small steps, and eventually that would lead to leaving this place. 

His nasty-ness had bothered more people than he would have liked to admit. So far, Sean had been reprimanded by both Hosea and Miss Grimshaw. MaryBeth had snapped at him too, and she rarely raised her voice. It was clear despite their victory. tensions still ran high. 

“Been out here long?” 

Sean angled his body away from the perimeter to see Lenny picking his way through the snow; a steaming tin cup clutched in his hands. Wordlessly he extended the cup out to him. Sean nodded his thanks and took a small sip. The heat of the coffee burned his tongue, but he welcomed the heat. 

“You’re a real lifesaver, you know that?” Sean said, shooting his friend a toothy grin. “Another minute and I’d have been frozen to the ground! You know me. I plan on causing quite the boom when I go. None of this freezing shit.”

“Yeah? Well, I’m sure you’ll find some way to make it happen.” Lenny replied, chuckling.

Sean chuckled himself, before they lapsed into a comfortable silence. It was easy for that to happen. Sean regarded Lenny as one of the good ones. He was always down for a laugh, even if he didn’t always agree with his antics and typically lended an ear whenever he was in a piss poor mood. Of course he tried his best to return the favor, but sometimes Lenny’s problems were too sophisticated for his liking. He had a particular habit of using big words Sean couldn’t understand. Sometimes it wore at his self-esteem. But it was comforting that Lenny never expressed that to him, and, if Lenny believed in him, maybe he could believe in himself. 

“You know, I’m pretty sure Pearson’s finished making something out of the deer Arthur and Charles brought back. Want to go check it out?”

Sean glanced over at him. “I don’t know. Hosea might get after me again if I leave my post.” 

“Come on, Sean.” Lenny reasoned. “Javier’s going to relieve you any minute, right? Let’s just go get him now.” 

Gently clapping him on the back, Lenny turned and began to retrace his steps to the main cabins. Sean took a moment, glanced once more at the perimeter, before following. 

“Oi! Wait up!” He called, jogging after him. “You better save some of the stew for me!” 

Knock, knock! Who’s there?

✨Lathalea’s 2022 Sleepover coming soon! ✨

What?Yes, you’ve heard that right. I see a huge follower milestone on the horizon and I’m planning to throw a Tumblr celebration.

Why?If everything goes well, I will be starting another sleepover soon as a way of saying thank you for your support! And you know what this means, right? You’ll be able to get some tailor made fic goodies just for you!

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• Genre: Fluff, Romance, Comedy, Easter 
• Word Count: 1,054 
• Pairing: Reader x Niou 
• World: Prince of Tennis

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Your eyes sparkled as you stared at the bunny rabbits hopping around in their cages. It was a pet shot that specialized in small, furry animals – rabbits, hamsters, chinchillas, and other small critters. It was easily your biggest weakness. They’re just so cute and adorable, you want to bring them all into your arms and hug them.

Niou followed you quietly as you walked around the shop, looking for the ‘perfect’ rabbit – Atobe had made it quite clear that it needed to be the perfect one for the Easter festival, whatever that meant.

You glanced to the right and froze, meeting the eyes of a rather large rabbit with bright blue eyes. His fur was black and white, striped like a tiger’s fur. You had never seen such a beautiful creature in your life. You approached his cage, never losing eye contact. He seemed to… speak to you and you knew instantly that you had to have him.

Arms wrapped around your waist, Niou resting his chin on your shoulder as he looked at the rabbit curiously. “Never seen a rabbit like that before.”

“I know. Isn’t he gorgeous?!”

Niou smirked at your excitement. “You want this one, then?”

You nodded furiously, looking up at him with pleading eyes. Yukimura had entrusted both of you to find Atobe’s perfect rabbit for his festival, which meant that Niou had to agree, as well, before it could be bought.

“Hmm~ I dunno. I think we can find a better one.”

“Please, Niou!”

“Convince me.” His smirk grew, turning you around to face him.

You quickly caught on to the implication and smiled, grabbing his tie to pull him down to your level. Your lips crashed against one another, moving in perfect synch as if they had danced it a thousand times before. You pressed your body against his, tugging lightly on his bottom lip as you pulled away from the kiss.

“Pretty please, Niou-kun~?”

He pecked your lips, his smirk turning into a smile as he nodded. “Puri~”

“Yes!” You threw your fist into the air in victory as he approached the shopkeeper, informing the older man of your decision. Atobe had called ahead and authorized the payment to be billed to his card, so all you had to do was choose the items needed for the rabbit. “Hmm, a metal cage is probably best. If you eat the plastic, you’ll get sick.”

The rabbit, who you decided to name Tora due to its markings, cocked his head to the side at your words. You nearly squealed at how cute he looked.

Niou returned, grabbing your hand and threading his fingers with yours. “The shopkeeper said to let him know once we’ve picked everything out.”

“We should pick a cage first.” You dragged him to the other end of the shop where the cages were boxed and neatly stacked on shelves. “It needs to be metal.”

“What about this?” He pointed to the very first one his eyes found and you scowled.

“That’s way too small!”

He rubbed his chin in thought. “He’s gonna be staying with Atobe, right? So why not get him a castle?”

“I don’t think they make – ” your words died off when you followed his finger. Sure enough, a box nearly the same height as the room stood towering over the other boxes. A brilliant castle made of sterling silver decorated the box. According to the list of features, it even came with its own mote around the castle complete with a drawbridge. Your eye twitched as you stared at it. “That seems… a bit excessive…”

“Well, it is for Atobe and he is paying.”

“Yeah, but – ”

“Don’t you want little rabbit-chan to have the very best?” He grinned when you froze, knowing he had won. This was going to be great.

“You’re right! Our child needs the best we can provide!” You nodded with determination.

“Our child? When did that happen?” He raised a brow. “And we’re not technically the ones providing.”

You ignored him, already approaching the shopkeeper to let him know which cage you wanted. Niou sweatdropped as the man asked over and over if you were sure. It was hella expensive and he knew it wasn’t your money that was buying said expensive item. You scowled at him after he asked for the fifth time, slamming your hand on the counter.

“Atobe-san trusted us enough to come and pick out these items, did he not? Don’t question our decisions!”

The shopkeep quickly apologized and began adding up everything you wanted. Niou snickered at your attitude as you rushed back and forth, picking up rabbit food and toys and anything else that caught your eye. He leaned against you when you finished, waiting for the man to finish ringing up the items.

“Don’t you think that’s a bit too much?” He questioned, watching the pile of toys and treats steadily grow as they were rung up.

“Of course not! Like you said, the best for our baby.”

“It’s a rabbit…”

You scowled at him and he shrugged, pecking your cheek. You were so cute, he didn’t really mind you claiming the rabbit as your shared child. It’d be true one day, anyway.

Little did he know, Niou was the one forced to put the cage together. Never had he regretted his choices more than he did at that moment. He felt like walking away several times, Atobe could easily hire someone to do it, but every time he looked over at you, his will wavered. You had decided to help him, despite him telling you it wasn’t necessary, but you were just as floored and overwhelmed as he was.

You were frowning down at the instructions, your brow furrowed in concentration. You couldn’t make heads nor tails of the damn thing.

Niou chuckled, breaking your concentration. “You’re so cute when you’re frustrated,”

“Shut up.” You muttered, feeling your cheeks burn.

With new resolve, he pecked your cheek before returning to work. It took both of you nearly six hours to piece the cage together. All of the frustration was worth it in the end as you both viewed the masterpiece.

“I kinda wanna live there,” Niou commented.

“It’s bigger than my bedroom. And my living room… I’ve never been so jealous of a rabbit before…”

“Puri~”

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hi-i-do-stuff:

So I made a whole bunch of quick x reader oneshots here are a handful of them so. Enjoy I guess.

Jade Harley

You were feeling childish today, so you decided to take a day trip to the park! What fun! You decided to ride a scooter to the park with your decorated backpack with some food and your sketch pad and some coloring stuff, you had planned to ride around the park then take a break and draw. And that you did! You rode your scooter for about half an hour before parking it next to a tree and you walk to a bench and sit, eating your snacks and sketching some people’s dogs as they walked by. You felt like something was going to happen, so you looked around and suddenly saw at the tree you parked your scooter at some jerks were stealing it! You quickly set your stuff down and bolt to the scooter, but before you could get there some girl decided to drop kick the guy stealing your bike, causing him to fall over she took the scooter from him and said, quite harshly “This doesn’t belong to you.” And they guy got up and ran, yelling “You’re crazy lady!” As he seemed to disappear away from view. You walked up to the lady and she handed you your scooter “Here you go! Earlier I saw you riding it and then i saw that guy taking your bike, but I didn’t see him with you earlier. Then I saw you at the bench over there and you seemed to not know what’s going on so I got him for you!” She smiled this HUGE freaking beautiful smile, you smiled back “Thanks! You really didn’t need to though. I have more scooters at home if he took it anywho.” You shrugged and looked at your scooter “Well maybe we could go ride our scooters together sometime!” She says, then started to walk toward the bench you were previously sitting at “I’m Jade by the way!” She called before taking one of your pencils and writing down her chumhandle really quick before skipping off “Text me sometime (Y/N)!” “S-Sure?” You called back, a bit dumbstruck. Well guess you made a new friend… wait how did she know your name-

Dave Strider

You were in a shop that your friend dragged you to, and you hated this shop for more than one reson. It was a sex toy shop. You were so disturbed and desperate to get out and your friend wouldn’t let you stay in the car. So you were stuck. Suddenly you heard another distressed person in the aisle over, so when your friend wasn’t looking you peaked over, to see two boys with shades on, inside, odd. “Bro why am I here.” “So you don’t mess up my stuff at home.” The shorter of the two groaned again, as the taller one looked away you whispered “Hey!” At the shorter blonde, and he looked over at you “Wanna get out if here?” You whisper-shouted. He looked over at the taller one then back at you, and he bolted for you. The both of you left the store and walked to another nearby one, talking about yourselfs and stuff you both had in common. He was currently talking about his caretaker’s ‘Job’. “-and I kid you not he threw it right at me. (Y/N) stop laughing it’s not funny dude.” You couldn’t help yourself, suddenly you both got texts from the people who brought you into the store in the first place, you quickly traded chumhandles and went your separate ways.

Rose Lalonde

You were chilling on your roof, your house had woods behind it and a lot of people passed by or went into the woods, and your family didn’t mind at all. You were half asleep when you heard two people arguing “Dave just admit we’re lost.” “No no- I know where we are-” “David I’ve never even seen this house in my life what if we’re trespassing!?” You laugh to yourself a bit and sit up, looking over the roof to see two people who looked almost exactly alike. You called out to them and they both looked up at you, the girl spoke first “Hello, I apologize are we trespassing? We are kind of lost.” She smiled a bit, the one who she called 'Dave’ simply nodded. You hopped off the building(dont worry it’s not to high off the ground, about 6-7 feet off the ground) and made your way over to them, turns out they were simply hiking, so you vave both of them your chumhandle so you could guide them if they got lost on the way back. You took a look at the map they are reading from and show them where they are. Apparently their just on the other side of town and somehow walked all the way around through the woods. You said your Goodbyes, and trust me, that girl is not going to let it down that you helped and will 100% try to do something to thank you.

John Egbert

You were at the store, looking for a movie because your friend wanted to come over that evening and watch one with you. Somehow you wandered to a section full of weird looking movies and you let out a panicked/confused whine. Apparently someone heard you and walked over “Hi, uh, are you alright?” He asked nervously, obviously the boy didn’t have much social interaction so he was a bit nervous. “Yeah I’m fine… I’m just looking for a good movie for my friend-” you said smiling at him, he seemed to light up at this “I know some good movies! Follow me.” He said cheerfully as he dragged you around the store, and for a good while you talked about each other and some other things. When you finally had picked out a movie he offered you to come over to his house sometime and you two could watch a movie together. You thought this was a great idea and exchanged Chumhandles before you left the store.

This was awful but eh. Hey I take request :/

Reposting my first post because A w E :)))

A/N: I have this story originally on my new Wattpad account: @a_sad_pandas_corner, where I will poste the episodes of this series more frequently. So if you want to keep up with the story I recommend you read it there :).

Chapter: Day 1 - The Mystery-man

Genre: Loverboy!Taehyung, Fluff, Angst, smut

Paring: Taehyung X reader

Word-count: 4.3K

Warnings: Sexual content, groping, kissing, pinning, parent-problems, splitting parents. 

Summary: Only few can keep the good and the bad people apart in one look. When your first look upon Kim Taehyung found place, you thought you knew which of the two he was. Some people are wrong in those moments and will move on, but you aren’t ‘some people’ and that has gotten you at wrong places.

Masterlist

Twelve and a half days ago…

 It’s about 11 pm when you hear them again, yelling at each other with all the rage of the world. You’re sitting on your bed, looking down at your hands as you try to ignore all the noise coming from outside your room. Something breaks downstairs, sounding like a vase or maybe a glass? You grab your phone, which lies besides you. You turn up the volume of the music you’re listening right now, focusing on it. It’s now on its highest volume, the noise now making crunching sounds through the song. It’s almost irritating to listen to, but everything is better than the yelling voices of your parents. You lay yourself back on your bed, hiding under your blankets as you close your eyes. Just try to ignore it.

 You were never the type to be influenced by anyone. A strong person, that’s how you saw yourself a year ago. That was until your parents started to have certain problems with each other. Well… these problems were always an issue. It was only until their buckets were full and the ‘issues’ couldn’t be ignored anymore. It was actually about 10 weeks ago that your father called its quits with your mother, after about 2 years of couple’s therapy. Your house fell apart and you are caught right in the middle of it. And of course, that isn’t even the issue. It’s their problem, not yours. But when your mother wakes you up in the middle of night, crying about your father and only talking bad about him, that does make you very sad.

 Why can’t she fucking move on already.

 You suddenly hear a door being slammed close, sounding like the front door. You quickly get out of your bed, holding your phone in your hand as you look out of your window. You see your father walking away from the house, kicking some bushes on the sidewalk out of rage. Your eyes are looking sad as you see him walking away for the hundredth time in the past few weeks. Splitting parents always have business to take care of, like the economic aspects. But they can’t agree on anything. Your mom doesn’t really have a great job, being an elderly-caretaker. And she loves her job. She is one of those people who only wants to give and loves every single human being. She judges no one and wouldn’t want to lose a single soul out of her life. Your father, on the other side, is a train operator and has a solid income. Together they could afford this house. But since my mom can keep the house, she would have to pay it herself, though she obviously can’t. So now they argue about that, along with my mom who just wants her husband back in her life.

You see him turn a corner, now showing his angry-looking face for a split second. He just goes away like that, not caring

 ‘He hasn’t even said goodbye to me’, you whisper to yourself as a tear makes its way down your face.

 You start focusing on the stars, which shining as pretty as always. Your family falls apart and you can’t do anything about it. How things like this can make a strong woman like you, make you cry on a beautiful evening like this. You often blame yourself for making it so personal, to feel so sad about it. Like it’s your own fault for making it influence you. ‘Your father is an asshole’, you hear as your mother comes in. You put off your earphones as you face her. Her eyes look tired as she sits down on your bed and starts to cry. ‘He has a girlfriend (y/n), the same woman from 4 years ago. He has cheated on me’, She almost yells, her face resting in the palms of her hands.

 These nights always go like this. She gets mad at your father for some reason and you have to find your way through it. You love your dad and your mom equally. They don’t understand that, sharing everything with you and slowly makes you broken inside. You would never share your problems with your child like this; you simply don’t know what to do. You feel guilty, sad and just want to get away from the situation. But that’s not today, because your mother needs you. And that’s what you’re going to do. You will hear everything and you will ignore the way you feel about it. Because your mother has no one to turn to, she is alone in this and you’re the only one she could let her heart out to. Even though it makes you sad, you will let it be.

 ‘Hey, you okay’, Jimin asks you as he approaches your desk, sitting right next to you. You lift your head up from your desk as you had taken a small nap. ‘Yeah, just tired. That’s all.’ You stretch your back as you let out a yawn, now facing Jimin. He smiles at you, making you a bit happier too. He always has the ability to do that, make you happy on moments you thought you couldn’t be.

 His hand makes its way to your neck, slowly massaging it. It’s really his thing to do when he notices you aren’t feeling that well. He just doesn’t use any words, because if you wanted to talk about it, you would’ve done that by now. So instead he just tries to sooth you with his hands and it truly does miracles. It’s a warm feeling that starts to glow right by your heart, a good friend. A friend you’ve known since second grade when he came live here with his family. He couldn’t really speak any English, since they are from Korea and were trying to seek that ‘American dream’ elsewhere. When you look at Jimin now, you see happiness, and that is way of an improvement from when you had just met him. He was such a scared little boy. You were the first one to try to make friends with him, but that was because you were quite an outsider too. Together you’ve grown and you’d never want to lose him.

 ‘Talk to me when you’re ready’, He says with his soothing voice, before loosing his grip on you as the professor walks in. The class begins, finally a moment you can stop thinking about all the bad things.

 ‘Sooo… Tonight’, Jimin begins his sentence, looking with bright eyes at you. You huff as you shake your head, remembering your promise to him. You open your locker, changing your books for the next class ‘Applied Psychology’.

‘You better keep the promise’, He says as he punches your shoulder. You scoff, giving him a sarcastic expression. ‘Yeah Jimin, I will wear that playboy outfit, but I swear if you don’t I will-‘. He interrupts you by blocking your mouth with his hands. ‘Silence my child; you know I’m a hoe; of course I will come dressed up like a stripper. How could you doubt me’, He says and he has a point. If someone is a diva, it’s this mess beside you. You shake your head out of disbelieve at what he just said before you start licking his hand, wanting him to let you go. ‘Hey! You dirty girl, save that for some dick’, He yells as he tries to dry his hand on his jeans. You look at him with mischief, winking at him before making your way to your class.

 ‘See you on 8 pm at my place’, you yell at Jimin before disappearing between the crowds.

 ‘Hey mom, tonight is that party I talked about. So I will go to Jimin around 8 to get dressed’, you say mindlessly as you walk into the living room. She hums, focused on her laptop, seeming to play some game. You sigh to yourself, putting your back on the dining table before getting a glass of milk out of the kitchen. She doesn’t really have any attention for you anymore. You don’t blame her though. She has it difficult. ‘You know (y/n), that skank your father is now with has mental issues. She has borderline your father told me 4 years ago. She had said she would try to find someone’s weakness and use that to get what she wants.’ Your mother starts telling. You immediately feel miserable; you don’t want to hear this. You don’t care and your mother shouldn’t either.

 ‘So? That’s his problem and maybe this woman has changed’, you try to reason. Your mother shakes her head. ‘No this woman tries to break this family.’ You scoff. ‘You didn’t need that woman for that’, you say like it’s obvious.

‘(y/n), my life is a complete mess because of this. It hurts and I don’t want to do anything.’ You want to go away. ‘I don’t want to fucking live anymore (y/n), I can’t see any reason anymore.’

And suddenly your rage goes from a zero to a hundred.

 ‘Don’t fucking joke about that shit mom, you fucking have me. You need to get over your sorry self. It’s your own fault for being in this shit, you could’ve been over this for weeks, but you don’t do shit. You just keep on playing the victim’, you yell, anger dripping off of your words. You can’t take it anymore. Everything, why hasn’t it stopped yet. Why can’t your mom get over it and try to rebuild her life? It has been 2 months already, maybe even more. She keeps on asking my father these questions and she keeps on getting bad answers, because he IS getting over all of it. He is moving on, he wants a new life. She keeps on making you meddle into it and you’ve never asked for it. ‘Mom I can’t do this today, I’m going to Jimin’, you say before storming out of the house, taking your back with you. You go to the nearest bus stop and take the first bus to Jimin’s neighborhood. You put your earphones in, put on some sad music and jus let yourself cry. You need to let it out; you don’t care what other people think. Holding it in it never the right option, is what you’ve learned. Fuck everyone, all toxic people. They just need to go out of your life and annoy someone else.

 Your body stiffens up as you feel a hand being placed on your shoulder. You turn around to the person as you pull your earphones away. It’s a guy, an unfamiliar guy. His eyes look worried, as he seemed to have asked you something. Your heart starts to race as you remember that you were just crying your eyes out and you immediately start to dry your tears. You laugh slightly out of shyness, not knowing really what to say at this point accept ‘Sorry, had a bad day.’ His face clears up a bit as he sits next to you. ‘Good, a beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be crying like that’, he notes as he helps you cleaning your eyes. You look at him with aw as his soft hands make their way across your face.

 He is around your age, probably older. His skin looks soft and has a caramel tone. His eyes are a bit moon-shaped and they spark joy, like Jimin’s do. Your eyes scan his hair, beautiful and puffy, his lips also look so plump and kissable. He is a gorgeous human being, that’s for sure. He even knows how to dress and that’s not something you could say from many men. His hand is still caressing your face before slowly letting go, smiling at you as he does.

 ‘You a bit better?’ he asks as he sits back a bit, looking you up and down for a split second. You nod, blushing a bit. He laughs slightly as he grabs your cheek, squishing it in a cute manner. You whine a bit, hating it when people do that but still smiling because it’s this guy. ‘Oh! Whining now? I see how it is’, he says as he laughs. You look up at him with mischief, your body leaning up against him as you flirt a bit. How can you blame yourself? He is hella handsome.

 You suddenly hear a voice calling a street, being the street you need to be at. You quickly push the ‘stop’ button, signaling the driver to stop by the next bus station. ‘Sorry, this is my stop’, you say to the unknown man. He scoffs as he stands up, making way for you to come by. You show him a small smile as you try to walk past him, but he grabs your arm, making you turn around. His face is suddenly very close, making your eyes widens and heart to pound very quickly. He now shows a smirk before saying: ‘I hope we meet again.’ He lets go of your arm and you almost stumble away, still catching yourself as the bus stops. Your heart still pounds like crazy when you step out of the bus. You turn your focus to the bus, trying to catch a small sight of the mystery man. He sits on your old place in the bus, smirking down at you and sending you a wink. You huff at the sight, did that really just happen?

 You continue your way to Jimin’s house, being only 20 minutes away. It’s at this point that you try to get that guy out of your head and to focus back on the real world. It’s about 5 o’clock; you went away from home early because your mother made you crazy. Now you’re here without your Halloween costume and without any other items to stay over at Jimin’s. Great, I should’ve thought this through before I stormed out of there.

 You arrive at the apartment complex. You walk up the 4 stairs to Jimin’s floor and clock on his door. It takes a bout a few seconds before someone opens the door. It’s Jimin, seemingly just gotten out of bed. He has a questionable expression on his face.

‘Why so early?’

‘I didn’t want to be home’, you simply say. There is no need to lie to him, he knows your struggles and you trust him enough. ‘I forgot my costume though’, you confess, having a painful expression on your face, because you know he wouldn’t be happy to hear that at all. And you were right, because his face went from worried to very unimpressed. ‘You serious (y/n)’, He says with much disappointment.

You look at him with the saddest eyes you could possibly make. He shakes his head. ‘No, that face isn’t going to work on me.’ You start to pout, hoping he will buy it. You even make a step closer, grabbing his arm. ‘I had to storm out Jimin, please forgive me…’ you say as sad as you could. He sighs as he looks at you for a few seconds more. He then nods for you to come inside. You immediately smile as you do a little dance before going inside. ‘You’re the best!’

 ‘What will you wear though’, Jimin asks as he walks to the kitchen, making some tea for you to calm down. ‘I don’t know, I don’t think I want to dress up anymore’, you confess, sitting down on the kitchen counter. He looks with a quite shocked expression at you. ‘No no, you’re going in a costume’, he says, pouring hot water in a cup, ‘you will look bad beside me honey.’ You scoff, like you care about that. You always look bad beside him; he’s one good-looking boy. ‘I look like this Jimin, maybe you can paint my face like a clown, that I am anyways’, you say, making Jimin laugh. ‘You are speaking facts.’ You make a offended-noise, slapping his shoulder before taking the cup of tea he had just prepared for you. ‘That’s good enough I guess’, Jimin says, ‘And if you just loose the leggings, shorten that skirt a bit and make that shirt a crop-top, it should work.’ Jimin looks at your body as he pictures it in your mind before nodding to himself. ‘A sexy clown.’ You laugh at his comment, shaking your head.

‘Sounds like a plan then.’

 ‘You sure 10 pm isn’t too eraly’, Jimin asks as the both of you walk up to a big house. You pull your shoulders up, but when you come closer to the house, you already see many people inside. ‘Shouldn’t be a problem I guess.’

You ring the doorbell before waiting for someone to open the door. You can hear the loud music from the inside, people dancing and laughing. People are quite early partying already, maybe even drunk. Then you know a party is good. The door opens and you see Joy standing in the opening. She has the classic cat-woman outfit on and it hugs her body on all the right places. You immediately feel Jimin making a step closer, making you huff. Sometimes he is such a dog for anything sexual and not only with girls. But that’s him, a great but sexual best friend. And not even one time has he tried anything with you, being in a more of a brother-sister relationship. That would just be unnatural.

‘Joy, looking great as always’, Jimin notes as he takes another step closer to her. Her expression becomes smiley and a bit shy, like any other girl reacts on him. He really is one of the good-looking men on school and you being his best friend, does put some pressure on you some times. There are always rumors about you two being together, girls are therefore jealous on you. You got used to it though and you would never let yourself being driven away from Jimin. He is your best-friend-soulmate.

Joy let’s the both of you inside, immediately stepping into a whole other universe. Everywhere around you are people in costumes, ones more serious than the other ones. Mostly it’s just sexy and skintight costumes by the girls and very simple costumes or the guys. Everyone seems to have a great time, dancing on the beat of the music and others just kissing one another in some corner. It’s a good party, you can tell, what’s quite rare. Some people really just don’t know how to throw one. Ones Jimin and you went to some party where people were just playing games on the ground, no music and a bit alcohol. Jimin and you just went outside and held your own party with some beers and night-talks. Actually one of the most rememberable moment with Jimin, how lame that party even was. Great talks are hard to forget.

‘I’ll get us some drinks’, Jimin yells over the music, before leaving you in the crowd. You just walk over to a couch, which was half-covered with kissing teenagers. A few years ago, you would’ve stayed away from these kinds of scenes, but you’ve learned not to care about it. Jimin always just takes you to all the parties and you’ve actually met a few people because of that. You’ve made more friends and you’ve become more social.

You let your gaze scan through the room. The house is quite big, being a single house and Joy having rich parents. She often throws parties like these, since her parent let he. One of the perks of being rich I guess, though it’s quite sad that her parents don’t really care. They never had really cared, Joy once told you when she had thrown another party, being drunk as fuck and telling you all her secrets. She also told you she had a big crush on Jimin, but that she isn’t trying to be friends with you because of that. She genuinely thinks you’re cool, so now you’re friends.

Your eyes fall upon a group guys in the corner, seeing Jimin merge between them with his two drinks for you still in his hands. He greets a few guys and then reaches one particular guy, Jungkook. Jimin always loves to come closer to this guy at parties, for intimate reasons. It normally takes about 30 minutes until they had gone off to some corner of room, but this time it apparently took about 3 minutes. You laugh to yourself upon seeing the two already kissing, Jimin pushing Jungkook away and probably telling him that he has to bring the drinks to me. You see Jimin walking back to you, a happy expression across his face.

‘You horny bitch’, you yell at him as he gives your drink. He just winks at you before heading off back to Jungkook, who receives him with open arms. You scoff before drinking your drink and standing up. You go take a little walk through the crowd, looking for someone you know, which you for some reason don’t find. The bodies around you just jump around you on the music as you try to get through them and to not let your drink fall, which fails.

‘Fuck’, you curse to yourself as the drinks falls over your white shirt, which is now see-through. You quickly try to make your way to a bathroom, so you could try to clean it. When you find a bathroom, you open it, being lucky no one is in there kissing or anything. You close the door behind you and all the music has suddenly become silent. Only faint noises could now be heard, locking you in a quiet save-space. Again another universe where you could take a break from the loud people. Though you’ve just been here for a few minutes, so much rest is not needed. But you can’t really find anyone you know; you mostly see a lot of freshmen, new faces actually. It’s a chance to meet new people, but you’re not really up for that. You weren’t really up for this party anyways, not after last night, no. You’d rather just be in bed, watch some Netflix maybe. But Jimin wanted you to come with and maybe some distraction wouldn’t hurt.

You get a tissue and try to clean your shirt, looking at yourself in the mirror as you do so. Suddenly the door opens, making you turn to the person.

‘What?’

The now familiar face stands in front of you and your heart immediately begins to pound faster. It’s him, the mystery man. His skin is still as beautiful as ever, his eyes and his lips still so remarkable. His face turns happy the moment he sees you, but also surprised and probably mirroring your face. He recognizes you, you think at least. He is easily recognizably, being in a Joker-costume but only having the slightest of make-up on. You are in full-covered clown make-up, making it a bit harder.

‘It’s my cry-baby!’ He exclaims as he closes the door behind him, walking up to you. ‘And you’re the mystery-man!’ You say in the same tone. He smiles with much joy, looking you up and down. He gives you a satisfies expression, grabbing your waist as he pulls you closer to him. You let out a little squeak, as your face now looks shocked by being this close to him. ‘I guess you’re now the Harley Quinn to my Joker, hmm?’ His voice is suddenly very deep, his face so close to yours as he barely touches your lips. You swallow, mouth watering by the beauty of this man. You allow yourself to let your hands slide up his torso. You want to feel him closer to you, the attraction is not normal. You feel his hands do the same thing, hands dragging up your skin and feeling every curve. Your whole body leans into his touch, maybe even pleading fro more. His expression is dark and even devilish as he shows a smirk.

‘You want more’, He notes and you let out a sigh upon feeling him grabbing your ass, squishing it softly. You haven’t let yourself being this open this quickly before, but you don’t think you will regret this. You let your hands slide down to his belt, slowly rubbing what’s under it and you can feel it grow under your tough. It was now his turn to let out a growl, pulling you closer as he curses: ‘Shit baby, you really are a horny bitch aren’t you.’ You’ve never been called this before, but you don’t mind. You only get wetter upon hearing him calling you things. You want him, now.

His lips finally touch you, as he had kept on teasing you. His kiss is filled with lust as he backs you up to the bathroom wall. He pins you up against it as you arch yourself into his body. You both breathe loudly into each other’s mouth, kissing with much passion, his hands holding yours high above your head. His kisses turn passionate and before you knew, were his lips on your neck. You feel your body rill by the feeling, knees feeling weak, as you want him to just fuck you against this very wall. You want all of him right now, dick pounding into you.

He suddenly lets you go, stepping away from you. He smirks down at you as you look confused back at him. He suddenly has your phone in his hands, your eyes widen as you try to grab it away from him. He just holds it very high in his hands, as he seems to dial someone. ‘Give back!’ You yell, jumping to get the phone, but he is too fast. He runs around as you follow him through the bathroom and when he is finished, he gives your phone back like nothing has happened. You frown at him, checking your phone on what he has just done.

‘That’s my number’, he says when you see he has called someone. You cock your head to the side. ‘I thought it would be nice to know you first before I-‘, he grabs your waist again and pulls you close, his lips beside your ear, ‘fuck you real good.’ You feel another wave of pleasure going through your body by hearing that sentence.

He lets you go again, winking at you before disappearing out of the room, back into the crowd. You just stand there, clothes everywhere and make-up ruined.

‘He really is something.’

Hope you liked it! ~

Description: reader used to be apart of the voltori like one of the top guards but left and then years later she got a call from Carlisle to be a witness and then volturi see her and idk i was hoping for some aro love you know?

Requested by:Anon

Warnings: none

Dark red eyes followed the human as he walked out of the bar. He stumbled, nearly falling before leaning on the wall next to him for support. You narrowed your eyes at the man.

You hadn’t fed in weeks and you were going crazy. You couldn’t believe there was no one else out in this town. This man would have to do for now. 

You moved from the shadows when the man turned his back, and ran towards him. Your hand wrapped around his throat, pinning him to the wall. Before he could scream, your teeth sank into his throat, silencing him.

After you fed, you dropped the man’s body with a thud. 

“Really, y/n?” A familiar voice sounded behind you and you spun on your heel. Carlisle Cullen stood in front you, along with his wife Esme. 

You smiled, “Carlisle! It’s great to see you again! And you, Esme.”

The woman smiled politely at you. Carlisle nodded, “look, we need your help.”

Your eyes narrowed suspiciously at the doctor, “with?”

—

Anxiety crept through your body as you and the large group of witnesses made your way through the snow. The family of Cullens walked in front of you, stopping halfway across the field. You stood beside the Denali’s, waiting for the Volturi to arrive.

You had a history with the Volturi. You had lived there at the same time as Carlisle - leaving at the same time as well. And even after hundreds of years, you regretted leaving.

Mainly because of Aro. Turns out, you and Aro had been mates. 

But you were a newborn at the time you lived the with Volturi. You wanted to go out and see the world - even if it meant Aro couldn’t go with you. You planned to go back to him, it was just taking a lot longer than you planned.

Now you would be seeing him again. You were nervous as to how he would react to seeing you on the ‘enemy’s’ side. 

Suddenly, a cluster of black hoods broke through the tree line. The group stalked towards you, easily outnumbering the small group you had. 

Aro walked at the front of the pack, eyes wandering around the witnesses. 

“He’s looking for Alice,” Edward told everyone. 

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He hadn’t changed at all since you had left. His eyes fell on you, halting in his step. You shifted nervously, but your eyes didn’t leave his. 

Edward turned back to you, confused for half a second before finally realizing. He tilted his head, inviting you to come forward. You left Tanya’s side and stood by Edward’s, connecting your eyes to Aro’s once again.

No one spoke. Tension rose from both sides of the field, waiting for what was to happen next. After a moment, Aro stuck out his hand. 

Instantly, you walked towards him. You didn’t use any speed - you just wanted to take your time. You reached him, immediately placing your hand in his. 

Aro pulled your hand to his chest, reading your thoughts for a minute. Then, his eyes came back into focus and cautiously pulled you into a hug. You grabbed him, putting your face in his neck and sighing.

“I missed you,” you murmured, “I’m sorry it took so long to get back to you.”

“Don’t worry about it, my dear,” Aro ran a hand through your hair, “I’m just glad you’re here.”

Description: Hi! Could we get a fluff Alec x Reader? (Alec could be aged up if that’s okay?)

Requested by: Anon

Warnings:None

Thanks for requesting!

You jumped at the sound of the heavy castle doors opening. After taking a deep breath after your scare, you turned to face the Volturi guard. 

A smile grew on your face at the sight of your boyfriend, Alec. He was currently in a heated conversation with Demetri, not yet seeing you. Normally you would wait in your rooms after he returned from a mission, but not today.

You caught the eye of Jane, who turned to alert her twin. He stopped in the middle of his conversation and turned to you. His once annoyed expression turned to one of joy and he marched towards you.

His arms wrapped around yours, lifting you into the air easily and twirling you around. A loud laugh escaped your mouth at Alec’s actions and he put you down shortly after.

Alec’s head rested in the crook of your neck now as you ran your long fingers through his dark hair, “how was the mission?”

“Boring,” he grumbled, “we weren’t even needed in the end.”

You hummed and Alec pulled back. His lips lowered down to yours, pulling you even closer to him. Your hand laid on his cheek as the two of you kissed. 

You pulled back with a grin and took his hand, “come on. You can tell me all about it now.”

Description: Ok so my dog died recently and I just really need some Emmett content :(

Requested by:Anon

Warnings: mentions of animal dying. 

Thanks for requesting! I’m sorry this is short and I’m really sorry about your dog :(

Tears fell down your cheeks steadily as you gazed at the photo in your hands. In the photo, you sat on the front porch of your house with your dog. He was only  a puppy in the photo, and you were only around eight. 

You smiled down at it sadly and reached up to wipe the tears that fell. After growing up together, your dog’s time had finally come. You knew it was going to happen, but that sure as hell didn’t make it any easier. 

Heavy footsteps appeared behind you, but you didn’t bother turning your head until the man sat next to you. Emmett wrapped a strong arm around your shoulders and pulled you to him. 

You leaned your head on his shoulder and sniffled. Emmett’s hand ran up and down your arm as you tried to calm yourself down. 

He didn’t say anything, which you appreciated. There was nothing that could be said anyway. You would get through it on your own.

And Emmett would be by your side the whole time. 

Description: Can you write a Carlisle imagine with a younger, clumsy human mate? We’re talking about legal age of course. 

Requested by: @sfnari

Warnings: None

Thanks for requesting! Check out my character list to see who else I write for!

A wince left your lips as you stood from the ground. You bent over to loo at your knee, hissing when you saw the blood dripping from your knee. You had decided to go for a hike today, which obviously wasn’t the best idea.

You were quite clumsy, even more so than Bella, and usually went with someone else. However, all of your friends were busy and you didn’t want to bother Carlisle. He had been busy with work lately.

You brushed off the dirt from your body and began to slowly walk back to the house. The cut wasn’t too bad but it hurt so bad. 

After you returned to the house, you slowly walked towards Carlisle’s office. You pushed the door open gently, and walked inside. He sat at his desk, nose buried in the paperwork on top of it. 

He looked up when he heard the door open. His eyes landed on your injury immediately, and he rushed over to you, “what’d you do?”

You shrugged casually, “I wanted to go on a hike.”

Carlisle shook his head with a smile, “why didn’t you tell me? You’re too clumsy to do things like this by yourself.”

You laughed at how true his statement was, “I didn’t want to bother you.”

“You’re not bothering me,” Carlisle helped you sit on his desk and went to grab a wet towel. When he returned, he gently pressed it towards your knee. 

You gritted your teeth together at the sting but said nothing as you watched Carlisle clean the wound. Once it was clean, he grabbed a bandaid and covered the now small cut. 

Carlisle smiled at you and gently kissed your lips, “all better.”

“Thank you,” you told him, jumping up from his desk.

“You’re welcome, y/n,” Carlisle sat back down, “just be careful next time.”

Description: Can you write an imagine where reader (Sam Uley’s 16 year old daughter, not a wolf) is the imprint of Embry. Reader goes missing for a day, and embry freaks out, and Sam gets angry that Embry imprinted on his daughter. 

Requested by: @laurenron

Warnings:none? 

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You were absolutely no where to be found. The pack had searched every hiding spot they could possibly find and nothing. Where could you have gone?

Your father - Sam Uley - paced around the kitchen anxiously. Your mom - Emily - watched him from her spot from the door. She was biting her nails, equally as nervous as your dad.

Embry sat at the table with the rest of the boys. His teeth were digging into his knuckle as his leg bounced up and down underneath the table. His eyes darted from Sam to Emily. 

You were Embry’s imprint. The two of you hadn’t planned on telling your parents right away but that changed when you disappeared. Embry had accidentally let it slip.

Sam was not happy, to say the least. But now was not the time to scold Embry - it was time to find his daughter. 

Honestly where could you have gone? You were sixteen years old and didn’t have your license yet. It wasn’t like you could go far.

Embry could feel his patience thinning. You always told him where you went. Just as he was about to explode, the front door swung open.

You walked in with bags in your hands and sunglasses covering your eyes. You stopped short at all the eyes on you and lowered your sunglasses. A nervous laugh escaped your mouth and you waved, “hi guys?”

“Where have you been?” Your father asked immediately.

You frowned at him, “I went to the mall with f/n.”

“And you didn’t bother telling anyone?”

“I did?” You answered. When he raised an eyebrow, you pushed past him and walked to the fridge. You pointed at the slip of paper in the middle of the door, “I wrote a note?”

No one said anything. Your father uncrossed his arms and opened his mouth before closing it again. He gave a short nod and then turned to the pack, “everyone out.”

Embry slowly stood from his seat, attempting to escape the house, “not you, Embry.”

You pursed your lips, assuming that your dad had finally found out. You moved over to Embry’s side, avoiding his eyes. Your dad stared at you intensely, but you didn’t look away.

“When were you going to tell me that you imprinted on my daughter?” Sam finally broke eye contact to glare down at Embry. The boy seemed to shrink under his sight.

“We wanted to wait a little longer,” you answered for your boyfriend, “but I don’t think it was the best idea now.”

“It wasn’t,” your dad spoke. He shook his head, “you should’ve told me right away.”

“Sorry,” both you and Embry answered together. 

Your father eyed both of you before sighing and walking out of the room. Your mom sent you an apologetic look before heading after Sam.

You sighed and turned to Embry, who immediately wrapped you in a hug, “you had me so worried. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I technically did,” you laughed, hugging him tighter, “you guys just didn’t read the note.”

He chuckled against your neck, “I guess not. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Description: Could you write an imagine with an social anxious still human S/O with Carlisle please? :)

Requested by:Anon

Warnings: Social anxiety, slight panic attack.

Thanks for requesting! Send in some requests! Also, I haven’t wrote panic attacks before so forgive me if this is bad.

(He’s the love of my life, honestly)

You gripped Carlisle’s hand tightly as your eyes scanned the crowd in front of you. It was Bella and Edward’s wedding night, and the house was packed. 

As Carlisle led you behind him, you could feel your anxiety rising slightly. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you could feel your palms becoming sweaty. 

You took a deep breath to try and calm yourself down, but felt your panic rise when he stopped in front of a family. 

They were gorgeous - all of the women had beautiful blonde hair and amber eyes, and the man was brunette. You gripped his hand tighter as you stared at them and tried to even out your breathing.

“Y/n,” Carlisle turned to you, giving you an encouraging smile, “these are the Denali’s. I’ve told you about them before.”

You nodded, giving them an uneasy smile. Carmen nodded at you with a smile, staying back as she sensed your anxiety. Carlisle conversed with the family for a moment longer, before you lightly nudged his arm.

Your breathing had gotten faster and you could feel yourself becoming lightheaded. You were not comfortable at all.

He glanced back at you in concern, and excused the two of you from the conversation. He led you to a quiet room away from the party and gripped your face in his hands, “breathe, my love. It’s okay.”

You nodded, trying your best to focus on his words. Your eyes locked onto his own and you exhaled out of your mouth. His eyes had always been the thing to cease your panic attacks.

After a few more shaky breaths, you closed your eyes, “I’m sorry.”

Carlisle pulled you to his chest, swaying you back and forth, “don’t apologize, sweetheart. It’s okay.”

“I wish I wasn’t like this,” you mumbled.

“It’s apart of you,” Carlisle whispered, kissing your forehead, “it doesn’t make you less of a person.”

You didn’t say anything to him, but held on to him tighter after his words, “thank you.”

Requested by: Anon

Request: Can I get just a fluffy Carlisle x reader? Just have some fun but with fluff?

Warnings:Fluff

Thank you for requesting! Send them in! Also, I kinda took this from  my book Control on Wattpad. Give it a read!

Fire crackled in the fireplace in front of you. Your hands were wrapped around a steaming cup of tea, your head resting on your fiance’s shoulder. Carlisle sat close to you, holding a book in his hand.

It was quiet. The rest of the family had went out to hunt that morning, leaving the house completely empty. 

Your eyes fought to stay open as you listened to Carlisle’s breathing and the soft sounds of the fire. Your hands gripped your mug tighter as you yawned.

Carlisle glanced down at you, warmly. He chuckled at your tired state before closing his book and running a hand through your hair. He kissed your forehead softly, “we can go back to bed, y/n.”

It was early in the morning - 7 am to be exact. But you and Carlisle never got proper alone time, and you wanted to enjoy your time together.

“No,” you mumbled, waving your hand at him, “I’m fine. I’ll wake up eventually.”

He only chuckled again, “whatever you say, darling.”

The man went back to reading his book while you moved even closer to him. You pulled at the blanket resting beside you, moving it to cover your body. A sigh of contentment left your lips as you closed your eyes again.

Carlisle glanced down at you once more, smiling at your now sleeping form. He closed his book and grabbed the cup of tea from your hands. His lips found your forehead again and lingered for a short moment before he pulled back.

He took one more look at you, before picking up his book once more.

Requested by:Anon

Request: Could you write a Carlisle x Reader where the reader is still human and makes self-deprecating jokes about herself that he doesn’t like?

Warnings: self-deprecating jokes.

Thank you for requesting! Send them in guys! I don’t write smut.

You sat at the kitchen table, staring down at the piece of paper below you. Your hands were tangled through your hair as you thought. Carlisle sat next to you on his computer. 

You absolutely hated your job. They assigned you stupid assignments all the time and you were completely stuck on the latest one. You could feel a headache growing between your ears.

This assignment was due tomorrow morning, and of course you pushed it off until the last minute. Due to your frustration, a lump grew in your throat.

“I’m so stupid,” you groaned, rubbing your eyes, “what kind of idiot waits until the last minute to do something like this?”

Carlisle looked up from his laptop with a frown. This wasn’t the first time you had been down on yourself, but he absolutely hated when you felt this way. You definitely weren’t stupid to him.

He reached across the table to grab one of your hands and offered you a small smile, before frowning again, “you’re not stupid, y/n. You’re just stressed.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “I do this every single time. I need to get my shit together, honestly.”

He shook his head, “you’ve been insanely busy this week, darling. They’ve had you at work every chance they can. When were you going to get the chance?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off, “you’re not stupid, and you’re certainly not an idiot. I don’t like when you say things like this. You’re very smart, y/n. You’ll figure this out.”

A smile tugged at your lips and you squeezed his hand. He always made you feel better, “thanks Carlisle.”

He smiled back at you, then moved closer. His eyes moved from the paper to you, “I’ll help you now. What do you need to do?”

I’m taking requests because I’m bored and have nothing else to do! I write light smut, triggering requests, and any other things that you can come up with! Make sure that if you use a song title to tell me what the song means to YOU! so I can write it accurately. So go ahead!

Duomo.

Italy, 02/02/2020

Someone says you should surround yourself with people capable of looking through words.

Italy, 10/11/2019