Writings by Fandom Equestrian

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Unofficially Taken (JJ x Kie)

Fandom: Outer Banks (OBX)

Pairing: JJ x Kie (Jiara)

Notes: I’m not happy with how this turned out, but I love these two and plan on writing some better works in the future! Also Kiara is a vsco girl and you can’t convince me otherwise.

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“The whole reason that turtles are endangered is our faults. So for people to think that putting our efforts into saving them isn’t our job, is just… ugh.” 

The kook guy listening to Kie’s slightly-drunken rant about turtles nodded, apparently only half-listening. Kie noticed disgustedly that his eyes were glued quite firmly to her body.

Rolling her eyes, she stood to go find some better company. This kook party was boring, but at least her Pogues were somewhere around here. 

“Hey, hey, wait,” the kook guy stood, grabbing her arm. “I was really interested in the um… turtles.”

“Were you?” she asked dryly, not believing one word. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he assured. His hand still on her arm tightened, and he pulled her closer. “Do you want to go somewhere private so you can tell me more?”

Kie stepped back, jerking her arm out of his grasp. “I’m good, thanks.”

His grabby hands reached out and caught her wrist, giving a tug. “Come on, Kiara. Don’t be like that. I didn’t just listen to a ten minute ramble about turtles for you to not put out.”

Her best friends were a group of rowdy guys, and of course she noticed their lingering gazes on her various features from time to time, and endured their ‘compliments’ to her appearance. But she’d never felt afraid of a guy before, until now, as this entitled creep held her in a tight grip and a shiver ran along her spine. 

The party had migrated away from them in the time she’d spent talking to this dude, and now they were on the outskirts. She could yell, but that would catch too much attention, and she didn’t want a full-on Pogue vs Kook war. These were just the actions of one dirtbag, and nothing she couldn’t handle on her own. 

“I never promised you anything,” she glared hard at him. “And I’d appreciate if you let go of me.”

His hand tightened to where she would probably have some finger-shaped bruises tomorrow. “I’m getting what I’m owed,” he growled.

“You’re not getting shit from her,” JJ’s voice came from behind her. “And if you don’t let her go right this instant, I’ll drive my fist right into that Kook mouth of yours.”

Reluctantly, the Kook let go and backed away, muttering, “Sorry, man. My bad.” Then he went slinking off to probably go bother some other poor girl. 

“Kie, you alright?” JJ asked quickly, eyes searching her up and down. 

“Fine,” she said. “He was just some desperate creep.” She rubbed her wrist tenderly.

Eyeing her motions, his face hardened. “I should kill him.”

“But you won’t,” she stated firmly. 

“But-”

“You won’t,” she repeated, staring into his eyes.

He nodded, giving in. “I won’t, but not because I don’t want to.”

Kie looked around, noting that there weren’t many people near them and it was kinda dark. She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him.

He responded immediately, arms winding around her. This was not a new development - the two Pogues had been secretly dating for a few weeks now, after both had decided that they wanted to be more than friends. However, the whole ‘No Pogue on Pogue macking’ rule still existed, and thus it was a secret. 

“I know we’re keeping this between us, but I just wish that we could tell everyone you’re mine, so creeps like him will stop looking at you like a piece of meat.” JJ said.

Kie quirked a brow. “You think creeps like him will care about that?”

“It might help,” JJ shrugged. 

She sighed. “You know, it would be great if all the girls could stop looking at you, too.”

He smirked, and she lightly smacked him on the arm. Kie thought for a moment, before pulling a scrunchie off her wrist and slipping it onto his. “It’s not much, but it’s something.”

He held his arm up, examining. “Perfect,” he praised.

Something about seeing him wearing something of hers gave her excited butterflies. “And if the guys ask why you have it?”

“To keep the hair out of my face,” he lied easily, “in case it gets windy.”

She grinned, leaning in to kiss him again. “I love you, JJ.”

It was his turn to smile brightly, though he did at least attempt to hide his enthusiasm. “And I love you, Kie.”

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I put this in the wrong blog and I’m too lazy to fix it

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Haircut - Newt Scamander

Newt Scamander x female reader

Summary: The reader gets a haircut, but allows past traumas to ruin her excitement.

Trigger warnings: (past) toxic relationship, emotional abuse

You had just gotten your haircut, and you loved the way it looked. It wasn’t too much shorter, just enough to feel lighter and bouncier. The stylist had also said you would look amazing with ombre ends, and on a whim, you’d agreed.

Now, you were walking back to the London apartment you shared with your boyfriend of over a year now, Newt. The closer you got, however, the more anxious you became.

A very similar situation had set itself up a few years ago with your old boyfriend, Ivan. The memory, one of many bad ones, kept replaying in your head as you walked.

You walked through the front door of your apartment. It was located in a shady neighborhood, with many muggings and robberies. But Ivan hadn’t wanted to pay more rent for a nicer place, so here was where you were living. You’d only been together for a few months, and you were young, but your parents had kicked you out after you’d been involved in a cheating scandal while taking the NEWTS. Long story short, it wasn’t your fault, but you were still expelled.

You’d cut your hair, just a trim. It had been while you were out with a friend from Hogwarts, and she assured you that you looked amazing.

“Ivan,” you called out. “I’m home.”

He grunted from the sofa, and you walked over. He was reading the news, some story about a powerful wizard rising up. You didn’t usually pay attention to such things - the aurors would catch him soon enough.

“Hey,” you greeted, standing shyly in front of him. You hoped he would like your new hair.

“What?” he didn’t look up.

“Notice anything different?” You gave a little twirl in front of him.

He sighed, setting the paper down before looking up. He scratched at the stubble on his chin. “What did you do to your hair?” His tone was accusatory rather than appreciative.

You frowned. “I got it cut, baby.”

He sneered. “You really should’ve asked me first.”

You spluttered. “B-but do you like it?”

“No,” he huffed, standing. “Looks horrible. I don’t even want to look at you right now.”

A hurt expression spread across your face. “I- I’m sorry. I didn’t think-”

“You don’t think!” he roared. “Just, damn it, Y/N. I don’t know what to do with you sometimes. You always mess everything up.”

“It’s just a haircut, Ivan,” you said, tears welling in your eyes. “I- I can take some potion. Make it grow back out faster, if you want?”

“You better,” he flopped back down on the couch, opening up the paper and resuming reading.

“Ivan-” you wanted to smooth this out. It really wasn’t that big of an issue.

He didn’t look at you. “Don’t talk to me,” he said bitterly, “until you fix that.”

You stood in front of him, biting your lip and holding back the tears that threatened to spill. You wanted to explain that it was only a few inches - you hadn’t changed that much. Furthermore, it was your hair. Not his. You could do what you wanted with it. But this was his apartment - he paid for it. He wouldn’t let you work. You didn’t have anywhere else to go. You needed him and his approval.

So you left the room, doing as he said.

Your life turned around when you ran into a friend from Hogwarts, Newt Scamander. He sympathized with your situation, offering you a job tending to his creatures in exchange for a place to stay. He convinced you that you could live without Ivan, and he was right. You left the scumbag, and eventually fell in love with Newt.

You were now letting yourself through the door, mentally bracing, preparing for history to repeat itself. When would you learn?

You breathed deeply, attempting to quell your anxieties. It’s Newt, not Ivan, became your mantra.

You walked in, instantly greeted with the smell of (your favorite meal) cooking. You breathed in deeply, savoring it.

Newt was in the kitchen, and his face lit up when he saw you. He took off his apron, hurrying over to kiss you hello. “You’re back,” he grinned. “And look, your hair!”

Despite the fact that he didn’t stop smiling, you flinched backwards.

He picked up on your reaction. “What’s wrong?”

Your mind filled with panic, but you forced it down. “You- you like it?”

He seemed confused. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” He chuckled. “I may be a little biased, but I think you look amazing no matter what.”

“You’re not mad?” you whispered, needing to be sure.

All traces of humor on his face were gone. He cupped your cheek in his hand, using his thumb to wipe away a traitor tear that had escaped. “No, no. Never. In Merlin’s Beard, why would I be mad?”

“Because I didn’t ask.”

His jaw clenched. “Did he get mad at you for that once?” You only ever saw him get truly angry when something was threatening you or his creatures, or when your ex became a topic of discussion.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, calming down slightly.

He drew you into a hug, and you buried your head in his chest. “I will never, ever get mad at you for anything like that, okay?” he told you. “Ivan was a jerk, and he had no right to control you like that. For the record, I love the hair. But even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t get a say in what you did with it. Alright?”

You nodded against his chest, feeling much better.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Alright,” you said aloud, firmness in your voice. Newt, not Ivan. Newt would never treat you badly.

The smile returned to his face, as he said, “Good, now let’s eat!”

The invisible scars Ivan left on you would make more appearances in the future, but each time Newt would be there, and each time they would heal that much more.

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You Blow Yourself Up - Deadpool

Deadpool x female reader

Trigger warnings: cutting, self harm, razors - please do not read if this is going to trigger you!

You sat on the edge of the bathtub, pant leg rolled up and holding a razor. The blade hovered hesitantly over your skin, prepared to add to the scarred lines already criss-crossing your upper thighs. You knew that you shouldn’t do it. You knew that it was wrong. Yet here you found yourself, time after time, craving the pain.

It had actually been a few weeks since you last cut. You wouldn’t dare brag, as if you were proud of it like an alcoholic would their sobriety, because that meant that you had a problem, and you didn’t. You could stop whenever you wanted to.

You just didn’t want to.

Actually, the reason you hadn’t been doing it lately, was due in great part to your amazing boyfriend: Wade. When you were with him, all of the ugly feelings and the deep hatred for yourself faded away. He loved you more than enough for the both of you, and that was why you had been doing it less and less.

But tonight he was out on important mercenary business, ‘fucking up baddies’ as he liked to call it. And you had been in the bathroom of the apartment you shared, washing your face, when you stumbled across a razor. One thing led to another, and here you were.

You lowered the razor, pressing it against your fragile skin not enough to break it, but enough to feel a sting. You liked to do it slowly, draw it out.

“What are you doing?!”

You dropped the razor in shock. “Y-you’re not supposed to be back, yet.” Wade stood in your doorway, still in his red suit and mask, plus a few bloodstains. It was unclear whether they were his or someone else’s.

“I got off early.” His voice very uncharacteristically held no tones of humor as he stood frozen in the doorway.

“Oh,” you replied quietly, looking down.

He pulled off his mask, stepping towards you. “W-what were you about to do?”

You gave a dry laugh, even though there was nothing to find funny. You hadn’t noticed until now, but humor seemed to be your defense mechanism. “I was about to cut myself.” There was no point in trying to hide it - he already knew. He already knew, and would be leaving shortly due to the fact that you’re so incredibly fucked up.

“How could you do this to yourself?” He kneeled next to where you sat on the tub, running a gloved finger over the angry scars.

A lump formed in your throat as he examined them with a feather-light touch. He was being so gentle, this man who slaughtered people in every gruesome way imaginable for a living. “You blow yourself up.”

“That’s different.”

“How is it different?”

“It just is!” He went quiet, his finger stopping its movement next to a particularly thick line. It was one you had made just before he’d come into your life, and you’d been thinking about ending it all. “I’m sorry.”

Your brow furrowed, and your hand went to rest on his. “Sorry? Wade, are- are you breaking up with-”

“No,” he said definitely. “Certainly not. So, you’re a little messed up too. Good, you’re like two percent closer to being on my level of fucked-upness.” He shook his head. “No, I’m sorry I didn’t notice it earlier. I should’ve seen - I should’ve helped.”

“There was nothing you could have seen.” You gave his hand a squeeze. “I hid it well. I didn’t want help.”

He looked up at you seriously. It was the most serious you had ever seen him. “Do you want help now?”

You looked away, avoiding his expectant eyes that never left yours. Did you? Did you really want to stop? But the hurt look on his face as you talked about this - you knew that you never wanted to put that there again. “I think I do.”

“Good,” he smiled. “Good. We’ll get help; don’t worry.” He cupped your face in one hand, leaning forward to give you a kiss.

You weren’t worried. You knew that he would do everything in his power to get you better. The thing about Wade was that as much as he called himself a bad guy, and had questionable methods of doing things, he really was good where it counted. And when it came to you, you never had any doubts that he cared. As you pulled apart, you mumbled, “On one condition.”

He raised a brow, signalling you to continue.

“You gotta stop blowing yourself up.”

He laughed. “Deal. Now, can we get some food?”

You laughed with him, entirely serious on holding him to his end of the commitment but happy that he was able to go back to normal after all of this. “Sure,” you moved to stand. You didn’t miss how he picked up the discarded razor and pocketed it in his suit, presumably so you wouldn’t be able to find it again.

“Great! I’m starving.” He mimed like he was about to faint, “I don’t feel so good, Mr. Stark.”

You smacked him on the arm. “Chimichangas?”

“You really are the woman of my dreams.”

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The Dorky Intern - Darcy Lewis

Summary: You, an assassin on par with Natasha Romanoff, find yourself hopelessly falling for the sass-master intern, Darcy Lewis.

You didn’t date people. Anyone. Ever. In your line of work, with all of the enemies you’d made over the years and the constant danger you put yourself in, it just didn’t seem right to drag someone else into all of it. You’d told yourself long ago that you would never put someone you love in danger, and if that meant putting up walls, then yours would rival the Great Wall of China. Donald Trump would have posters of your walls in his bedroom.

But life had a funny way of working, and it seemed to never follow your carefully thought-out plans.

Which was why you currently found yourself pinned to the ground by your partner, the one and only Black Widow, because you were distracted by one of the SHIELD interns.

“Come on, Y/N, pay attention!” Nat hissed in your ear, wearing a smirk. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you were distracted by…”

You threw her off of you, shushing her as the aforementioned intern walked over with a latte in hand. “Miss Romanoff,” she said, “your coffee. Painfully white, just how you like it. I had to fight off some teenage girls just to get it for you, so you’re welcome.”

“Why thank you,” Nat took the drink, sending you a wink. ‘I’m gonna go see if Clint wants to spar, so I can kick his ass.”

“I think he’s still hiding in the vents from when you beat him earlier,” Darcy directed with a cheeky grin.

This was why you liked her so much. Who else would sass the Black Widow? She was the queen of cheek and clapbacks. Talking to her constantly kept you on your toes. You loved it. More than that, she radiated an innocence that you had lost a long time ago. You wanted to protect that in her at all costs. And one of the very reasons that you felt yourself falling helplessly for the glasses-wearing intern was why you couldn’t be with her.

“That was a cool kicky-thing you were doing there,” she complimented. “Looked like you were going to win, but then you lost it.”

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “I was thinking about something else.” Or someone.

“You’ll get her next time,” she punched your arm.

You smirked. “You punch like an intern.”

“Well, maybe if someone would teach me how like I’ve been begging for forever now…” she looked at you expectantly.

“I… told you. I can’t.” You stepped back from her, suddenly aware of how close she was. Walls up, because you couldn’t hurt her.

“Sure you can!” She insisted. “Interning for a super-secret spy organization that puts its logo on everything and has thousands of employees but somehow manages to stay a secret is much more dangerous than handing pieces to Jane. Don’t you think I should learn how to defend myself?”

She had a point. But you could see exactly how it would go if you allowed yourself to work in close proximity with the girl. You would get close, attached, and she might feel the same. And then someone would find out, and then one of the many enemies who wanted you to suffer would put an end once and for all to the bubbly blabbering you’d come to love hearing.

“I’m busy.” You turned, picking up your workout bag and getting ready to leave. “Maybe Nat can teach you.”

Darcy rolled her eyes. “I asked her after you kept saying no. And she said ask you.”

“There must be someone else here who can teach you.”

“Nope,” she popped the p. “Just you. Come on, please?!”

You knew that wasn’t true. Clint, Steve, and a number of male agents who happened to have big crushes on the girl would all happily do it. For some reason you couldn’t comprehend, she wanted it to be you.

“I’m sorry, Darce,” you said quietly. And you left the room.

It had been one month since you’d turned Darcy down, and you’d seen considerably less of the girl ever since. It upset you, even though you were the one who turned her away. You missed her comments on your fighting moves, and her playful banter. She stopped using her breaks to follow you around. When you saw her in passing, it was like you were anyone else in the building. Like she’d completely forgotten you. You told yourself it was for the best, but your selfish heart wouldn’t let it go. You wanted her, but you couldn’t have her. And now she wanted nothing to do with you.

Such thoughts had plagued you for the last few weeks, pulling you into a slump. Even Nat commented on how sloppy you had gotten on missions.

But at this moment, you couldn’t allow your brain to be muddled with the thoughts you’d been mulling over. Hydra had infiltrated SHIELD, actually done it a long time ago. You had to fight your own colleagues as they revealed themselves to be double agents. There was no room for your personal woes. You burst into one room, a gun in each hand and aimed them at the people standing. In the middle of the room were agents - the good guys - held captive on the ground.

“Y/N, they’re Hydra!” a familiar voice warned you, coming from the group of captives.

You looked down for a second. The voice came from who was unmistakably Darcy. Your blood boiled as you saw her. They’d given her a quickly-forming black eye, for opening her big mouth no doubt. You pointed your guns at the Hydra goons and fired away.

“Yeah, Y/N!” Darcy whooped as they dropped. She quickly stood, running over to you and wrapping you in a bear hug.

You startled, not expecting it. Slowly and awkwardly, you reached your arms around her and returned the gesture.

“I knew that you would come and kick some baddie ass,” she grinned.

You laughed. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

She let you out of the hug, looking up at you expectantly.

“What?” you asked.

“You’ll give me fighting lessons, now?” she asked hopefully.

You looked at her, and at the bodies on the floor. In this case, she was actually better off because you were there. Who knows what would’ve happened to the captives if you hadn’t have burst in. You realized that Darcy was pretty good at finding her own danger, and keeping closer to her meant that you could better protect her. Maybe, just maybe, you could let yourself get attached just this once.

“Self defense,” you corrected, “and yes.”

She squealed, practically bouncing up and down. “Great! When do we start?”

You raised your brow at her. “We’re getting you and the others to safety, first. Then we, I, have to deal with the whole fact that SHIELD is collapsing as we speak. Alright?”

She nodded, remembering the current situation. “Right, good plan. Let’s go!”

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Holiday Party - Ava Starr

Summary: You both got tricked into attending Cassie’s elementary school Holiday Party. Naturally, you end up making out in a janitor’s closet.

When Scott had said ‘Holiday party,’ you’d thought he meant booze with some friends and getting way too drunk to ignore the fact that you would, yet again, be alone for the holidays.

You had not expected for him to mean Cassie’s fifth grade Winter Bash.

So that’s how you found yourself standing alone by the fruit punch table, begrudgingly keeping snotty ten year olds from drinking straight from the bowl of punch that was far from strong enough for your tastes. You watched as Cassie pulled Scott out on the dance floor, making him twirl her. He acted sheepish, but everyone knew that he loved the attention.

Luis came over to you, clapping you on the shoulder. “Hey, Y/N!” he grinned. “Cool party, huh?”

You opened your mouth to answer in the negative, still miffed that your night of partying and forgetting turned out to be chaperoning a kids party, but he kept talking.

“I’m going to find some hot single mom to make out with, like maybe Sheila? You think I got a shot with her?” He asked, eyebrow raised in a hopeful expression.

“You’re sure she’s single?” You asked, swirling your drink and wishing there was something more in there. You were far too sober for this conversation.

“Definitely,” he nodded. “Katheryn told me that she heard from Susan that Megan is having another kid. And then when I talked to Mary, she said the baby daddy is Sheila’s brother, Kevin.”

You stopped him, “What does this have to do with anything?”

“I’m getting there, geez. But get this: Kevin is only her half brother, and Susan’s husband is his cousin. But it turns out that they mixed up the family tree, and really the whole thing is kinda incesty. So they’re getting a divorce.”

“Gross,” you scrunched your nose. “Could’ve just said that she’s getting divorced.”

He shrugged. “But you think I have a chance?”

“Who is she?”

He pointed out a younger mom with a blonde braid, who was way out of his league. You squinted at her, pretending to consider it. “Worth a shot.” Sometimes he actually surprised you, but you doubted this would be one of them.

“Great, thanks!” He looked like he was going, but stopped. “You should go find a janitor’s closet to make out with Ava in.”

You nearly choked on your punch, turning bright red. Your eyes immediately went to the person in the room that you’d tried to avoid staring at all night.

You and Ava had a… complicated relationship, to put it lightly.

As a former SHIELD scientist, you’d worked closely on designing her suit. This, of course, meant working with her to study her abilities and figure out how the suit could stabilize her. You two grew… close. She worked with the other staff, but didn’t develop relationships beyond work. That is, with everyone except you. You would often spend extra time, ‘researching,’ where you both would just talk. Then one day, she kissed you.

Before you both had a chance to take your relationship any further, Hydra resurfaced in the most catastrophic way possible, and SHIELD collapsed. You ended up going your separate ways. She went with Bill to find a cure, and you went jobless.

It was looking like you were about to go homeless when Hank Pym offered you a job in his labs. You immediately took him up on the offer, and imagine your surprise when Ava happened to be in on your first day.

Since then you’d only really seen each other in passing, exchanging longing smiles but neither actually acting upon it.

“Um, Earth to Y/N? You could cut that sexual tension with a knife.” Luis spoke.

You forced yourself to rip your eyes away from the woman standing alone in the corner.

“Ava and I are… acquaintances.”

“Suuuure,” he rolled his eyes. “I want to hear all about it when she’s got her tongue down your throat.”

Your blush returned full-force, and you hissed, “Luis! There are children present!”

He only smirked. “Well, I’ll leave you to work on that. I’m going to go hit on Sheila. Wish me luck!”

“Remember,” you called after him, about to remind him not to be too strong. He always meant well, but sometimes his determination could be taken as harrassment. More than once you’d had to step in as he cluelessly blabbered on and the woman was reaching for her mace.

“I know, I know,” he assured. “Respect is sexy,” he finger-gunned.

You sighed, shaking your head.

“What’s he doing now?” and accented voice asked, sounded slightly exasperated but more amused.

You looked up, face to face with Ava. “Just being Luis.”

“That’s always dangerous,” she laughed lightly.

You gave a weary chuckle, “Tell me about it.” Attempting to change the subject, you asked, “So, you come to elementary school parties often?”

She laughed again, and you felt your inside heat up at being able to evoke such an angelic sound from her twice now. “No, no,” she shook her head. “I was told that this would be a small gathering… A small adult gathering.”

“I see he tricked you, too.” You rolled your eyes. Typical Scott Lang.

“It hasn’t been all bad,” she admitted. “I get an excuse to hang out with you.”

You nearly dropped your punch at her sentiment. “Didn’t think that I was all that interesting.”

“You are.” Her words were simple, but sent electricity through your body.

“We should start hanging out again,” you offered. “Be friends - not just colleagues. Likewise, your company is very enjoyable.”

She smiled. “I’d like that… But quit with the formalities, already! You’re acting like we’ve just met!”

You looked down sheepishly. “Sorry, I’m not quite sure where to start. It’s just that we left things so…”

“Yeah,” she agreed. “I get it.” She hesitated, pulling her sleeves down over her hands in the way that you found so adorable and biting her lip. Your heart beat uncontrollably as she asked, “We don’t have to start over, do we? We can continue where we left off, right?”

This was killing you. All of the missing and longing for her when you two were out of touch, the repressed feelings when you started working together again - it all bubbled to the surface. You looked at the woman in front of you. She was so different now - she wasn’t suffering like she was before. They’d cured her (she could still phase of course, but she could control it). She was no longer tied down to running SHIELD’s errands in hopes that they would fulfill a promise they never intended to keep.

But she was still the same Ava. The same laugh, the same little smirk, the same way she spoke. It was still her, and you hadn’t thought that she harbored any of her former attractions to you, but apparently you were wrong.

“I don’t see why not,” you gave a little grin, ready to take the leap. “So there’s this janitor’s closet Luis was telling me about…”

She returned your smile, looking equal parts sly and like a kid on Christmas. “I like the way you think, Y/N.”

As you were leaving the gymnasium together, you looked over to see Luis not scoring so hot with the single mom - shocker - but as he saw you two, his face brightened as he flashed two thumbs up.

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Autumn - Daenerys Targaryen

Summary: You and Daenerys take some time to enjoy your favorite season.

Warnings: nudity, mild smut, fxf

You walked alongside Daenerys, keeping an easy pace with her as you strolled through the woods. It was peaceful, exactly what you two had been looking for. She needed a few hours away from her duties as Queen, and you wanted to have her all to yourself for a little while.

You hummed in content, the forest silent with the exception of colorful leaves crunching under foot. This was definitely your favorite time of year. “I love Autumn,” you expressed aloud.

Daenerys laughed, sounding the least tense she’d been in ages. Only you could make her relax this much. “So I’ve heard,” she replied. “You’ve only mentioned it three times already.”

“What can I say?” You twirled around, kicking at a pile of foliage. “It’s beautiful.”

“It is,” Daenerys confirmed, but when you turned to her she wasn’t looking at the vibrant oranges, yellows, and browns of the woods; she was looking at you with love in her eyes.

She never failed to make your heart flutter. “Although, not as beautiful as you, my love.”

You both stopped your feet, and she moved closer to you. She pulled you in for a tender, passionate kiss. She pulled back only enough to mumble, “Your beauty far outweighs any other, and I wish to show you just how much.”

Her eyes were filled with lust, and the same feeling overcame you. “I would love that,” you whispered, quickly kissing her again. “But you will have to catch me, first.” With that you took off running.

“Y/N,” she shouted after you. “You are crazy!”

You paused your sprint to turn and grin, hollering back, “I thought that was why you loved me?!” You took off once again.

Daenerys laughed, saying under her breath, “That I do,” before beginning to chase.

Your chase was abruptly halted when you tripped over a tree root, sending you crashing into the forest floor. Luckily, there was a bed of leaves to soften the fall. You started to pick yourself up again, before a body landed on top of you. “Oof,” you grunted.

“Caught you,” Daenerys grinned, still laying on top of you.

You quickly flipped yourselves, so you were on top. “No, I got you.”

She grabbed you by the collar and pulled you down to kiss you. When you were lured into a false sense of security, she threw you on your back and perched herself over you. “Shut up and let me catch you.”

You looked up at her, silenced by having the queen straddling your hips. “And what are you going to do to me?” It came out as a whisper.

“This,” she purred, leaning down and pressing her lips to yours. She moved them slowly, you matching her pace. Her tongue slid in your mouth, and she didn’t leave the lip-lock as her hands started roaming your body,

You realized she was trying to take off your clothes, and you readily assisted her. You rid her of her garments as well.

Once you were both nude, she pulled back from the kiss to look at you. In turn your eyes wandered her body, admiring every inch and curve.

Her hands went to your breasts and yours went to her hair, as you two pleasured each other on the leaf-littered floor.

You were nestled into Daenery’s side, her arm around your shoulders as you both gazed up between the trees, watching the stars. The fall breeze brushed past your naked body, but the heat between your body and hers kept you both warm.

“Was this what you wanted?” You asked her, hoping that her day off had been what she’d imagined.

“Even more,” she replied.

“I love you, Dany,” you mused, your finger tracing patterns on her skin.

“I love you, too.” She kissed your temple. “We should probably head back - they’ll wonder where we are.”

“You’re right,” you said, but made no move to get up.

Daenerys laughed, shoving you lightly. “I don’t want to go back, either, but we’ll do this more; I promise.”

You groaned, reluctantly.standing. You both gathered your clothes, slipping back into them.

As you put on your coat, a wolf howled from a ways away. Raw instinct sent a chill down your spine, making the hairs on the back of your neck erect.

Daenerys looked at you. “Are you afraid?”

You met her look. “With you? Never.”

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I’m not going to pretend this is good, but I really didn’t feel like revising. So here’s some unedited, plot-lacking fluff.

Picture In His Wallet - Newt Scamander

“We need some more pumpkin, don’t we?” You asked, remembering something he had neglected to put on the list. You were both stood in the middle of a busy shop, reading over the list of supplies that were running short written in his messy handwriting while witches and wizards bustled around you. To the outside eye, the two of you with your massive list probably looked like Thanksgiving shoppers. Little did they know, you made this trip once a month, and the food was for his case full of creatures.

“You’re right,” he confirmed. “How could I forget?”

“Well, I don’t believe they have any here. I could run down to Madam Gertrude’s and buy some.” You offered.

“That would be great,” he smiled. “Here,” he fished in his coat pocket, pulling out a tattered leather wallet, “take this.”

“Oh, I’ve got it,” you waved it away.

“No, no,” he pushed it towards you. “I’ve got it. My book’s been selling well.”

You shot him a look, wanting to resist, but conceded. You had grown fond of his bowtruckles - all of the creatures in his case, really - and didn’t mind one bit enabling their pumpkin-eating habits. “Fine,” you took it. “Will it even open for me?”

“It should,” he said nonchalantly.

“Newt,” you sighed. “You should really charm your wallet! Someone might steal it!” Had it not been absolutely necessary, you doubted he would even use a wallet. It was much more his style to have loose galleons floating around in his pockets. However, he traveled with a Niffler, and having unprotected shiny things was a bad choice.

“It is charmed,” he told you. “But you’re allowed it open it.”

You paused to smile up at him, surprised. You had been dating for a while now, and had become a mother-figure to his creatures. It made sense he would give you access to it. You made a mental note that you should probably do the same - it had completely slipped your mind.

“I bet I can be back here with pumpkin before you can find all of the items on the list,” you challenged.

“You’re on,” he agreed.

You quickly apparated away to Madam Gertrude’s, leaving him shouting, “Hey, that’s cheating!” at the spot you just stood.

Apparating outside the shop, you quickly went in and browsed the shelves. The task proved more difficult than you had hoped because Madam Gertrude kept a very messy shop. Shelves were barely a foot and a half apart. Jars were stacked head-to-toe, precariously balanced and in no particular order. Every time you visited, you briefly wondered how many violations and broken codes were in here.

You finally located the pumpkin, managing to remove it without bringing down the whole store. You quickly made your way to the cashier, an acne-ridden boy who was probably working a summer job before returning to Hogwarts in the fall.

“That’ll be three sickles,” he said as you placed the jar on the counter.

You pulled the wallet out of your pocket, and sure enough, it opened for you. But as it did, a piece of paper fluttered out and onto the floor. You quickly bent over to pick it up. Turning it over, you were surprised to find that it was a photo of you.

It wasn’t the most attractive picture - you were messing around, giving a playful wink and a wave at the camera. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. “He has my picture in his wallet,” you murmured under your breath.

“Uh, miss?” The boy asked.

“Right, sorry,” you snapped out of your daze, handing over the sickles. You grabbed the jar and apparated back to the other shop, thinking you could still win.

Your hopes of winning your little challenge were squashed when he was standing where you left him, basket full of supplies.

“What took you so long?” he asked teasingly.

“You distracted me by having my picture in your wallet!” You accused, knowing that he couldn’t have planned that but also unwilling to accept defeat.

He blushed. “You- you found that, huh?”

“Yeah, I found that,” you nudged him with your arm. “Thought it was adorable, but we’ll have to take a better one.”

His embarrassment faded a bit. “I like that one,” he defended. “You’re cute.”

“Well, I’ll just have to draw a mustache on the one in my wallet,” you lifted a brow smugly.

“You have a picture of me in your wallet?” he asked, curious.

“Maybe,” you said slowly. “Or maybe I have one of Theseus,” you grinned.

“You take that back!”

“Make me!” you shouted, taking off running through the shop. He followed after you in hot pursuit.

Eventually, he caught up to you. Instead of grabbing you, he reached out and tickled your sides, bringing you to an abrupt halt and leaping sideways. He moved with you continuing to tickle. “So, who’s in your wallet?”

“Y-you are!” you choked out through the laughter. He finally ceased.

“Then again,” you giggled, ready to flee again, “it might be Pickett.”

[writingsbfe]

The Game Princess - Jughead Jones III

The game made him crazy, but not as crazy as you did.

Gryphons and Gargoyles, referred to by those who played it as G&G, had taken Riverdale by storm. It seemed everyone was playing the illusive game, some even bringing it to real life. And honestly, the whole thing weirded you out. Those who played it did so religiously, abandoning the real world in favor of the game. It was like a drug, and everyone was always itching for their next fix.

Ethyl Muggs was jittery all through Spanish class, obviously not paying attention and tapping her pencil loudly on her desk next to you, withdrawal apparent. You weren’t very close to the girl, but you did know that she was one of the victims of the game.

Yes, you called them victims. It only seemed fitting, considering what it did to them.

Unfortunately, one of the latest casualties was your boyfriend, Jughead Jones. He’d said that he wanted to see what it was all about, figure out who the Gargoyle King was so he could end his reign. You had to watch as him and all of your friends got sucked into it.

Jughead had asked you to stay out of it - not to play no matter what. You readily agreed - just because he was sacrificing himself to some game didn’t mean that you had to. You wished he would have stayed out of it with you, but he was far too stubborn for that.

“Here you guys go,” you passed Cokes to each of your friends seated around the game board. You hated being the Snack Mom and resented feeling so sidelined, but it was the best way you could keep an eye on your idiot friends and boyfriend.

“Thank you, Game Princess,” Cheryl popped open the can. “I promise to always protect you from the wargs whilst you sleep.”

“Whatever,” you sighed.

You didn’t remember when they started calling you ‘Game Princess,’ but now it was all they ever called you. You weren’t sure if it was a real character, or they made that up because you were dating the ‘master’ and always brought them food.

Looking at your watch, you didn’t hesitate to interrupt their game. “Jug, you ready to go?”

“Hold it, Game Princess,” Sweet Pea stopped you. “We still have to get past this tricky protection spell.”

“I’m sure it can wait until tomorrow,” you snapped. “Jughead. It’s nearly two in the morning and we have school tomorrow. Can we please leave soon?”

“Give me a few more minutes…”

“You said that three hours ago!”

Jughead stood up, pounding his fist on the table. The comparison you’d made between G&G and drugs earlier? Anger issues could be added to that venn diagram. “We need to get past this barrier and into the orc base! If we don’t, Toni’s deception spell might wear off and-”

“Fake! It’s all fake!” you cried, running your hands through your hair. “It can wait until tomorrow, but we have to get back to what’s real! This whole town has to!”

“You don’t understand!”

“Damn right I don’t understand!” Everything you’d been feeling from the past few weeks of watching your friends lose themselves to some game that nobody’s played in years bubbled to the surface. “I have to sit here, watching you all ruin yourselves! You said that you were playing this to find the Gargoyle King. We could be interrogating our parents, looking into the history of it, but no. I have to bring you guys food because you would forget to eat if I didn’t. I have to remind you all to drink water or you won’t because you’re so sucked into this! I’ve had to confiscate all of your pointy objects! And when Cheryl found that chalice, it didn’t go missing - I smashed it into a million pieces.”

“You did what-” He looked angry, which only made you more so.

“I’m trying to keep you asshats alive, Jug! I’m tired and I want to go home, but if I leave you here you’ll try teaching Fangs and Pea to fire an arrow again, and I’m not taking Hotdog to the vet again.”

He clenched his jaw, and you wished that you could drive it into his thick skull that you were right about this one. But on top of his stubbornness, he was riding on the high that the game brought, and there would be no changing his mind.

You picked up one of the pieces and threw it at the wall, everyone flinching at the surprisingly loud noise it made. “I’ll go wait outside,” you muttered expressionlessly, turning and walking out.

Jughead’s POV

He watched your retreating back, something inside him saying that he should go after you. But he looked back down at the game, and the players all waiting for him to continue narration. They already seemed over your outburst, and he peeled his eyes away from the bunker door as it shut.

“Alright,” he continued, rubbing his hands together. “You’re stuck outside the wall surrounding the orc base, and your failure to break through has alerted the orcs to your presence. They’re coming! Quick - you can either retreat and try again later, or stay and fight a match that will certainly end in your doom. Which do you choose?”

Cheryl hung her head in disappointment. “I guess we have to retreat.” The others groaned.

“Are we in agreement?” Jughead clarified.

“Yes,” Fangs said as the others nodded their head.

“The warriors retreat back into the forest, safely away from the orcs. They gather around to devise a new plan, when the elder whom Mistress Topaz helped earlier appears. He tells them that their only way to get inside the base, is-” He pulled a card from the deck, flipping it over. His blood instantly ran cold.

“What? What is it?” Toni leaned forward.

“Nothing,” he dropped the card as if it had burned his hand. “It’s nothing. Guys, we have to stop playing the game.” All of the elation he’d felt seconds ago turned to sobriety as fear laced his veins.

Sounds of protest arose from the group, but he ignored them.

“Where’s Y/N?” He stood taking his jacket off of his chair and putting it on quickly.

“What, you worried about her little blow-up earlier? She’s just letting off some steam - I’m sure you two will be-”

“No, Sweet Pea!” Jughead shouted, heart drumming in his chest as he picked up the card and showed it to them.

Kill the Game Princess.

“So?” Sweet Pea furrowed his brow. “It’s the game, and she’s not even playing. We just kill off her character.”

Cheryl, who had gone white, shook her head. “The Game Princess isn’t a character… That’s just a nickname we came up with for her.”

Jughead nodded. “Someone’s been watching us. Someone slipped this card in my deck, and that someone wants Y/N dead.”

Everyone was standing. “Let’s go get her.”

Your POV

You were standing outside the bunker, breathing in the chilly night air as you waited for his stupid boyfriend and your stupid friends to finish playing some idiotic but surprisingly dangerous murder game. Technically you could take his motorcycle and drive yourself home, but as pissed as you were, you weren’t going to leave them all alone. Hotdog didn’t need another arrow grazing his back.

You startled as the bunker door flew open, emerging Jughead and the others close behind.

“You’re still here,” he said, standing close to you and putting a hand on your arm. He looked you up and down as if checking you over.

“No shit, Sherlock.” You rolled your eyes. “What’s gotten into you guys? Did you finally finish?”

“We’re done with that game,” Jughead said, surprising you.

Your eyes widened. “You… are?”

“We’re burning that game, and every game in Riverdale. We’ll find the Gargoyle King some other way  but I’m not playing anymore.”

“What happened?” you asked, concerned.

“Someone’s threatening you,” Toni explained. “Now can we all go home?”

You froze, comprehending what she was saying. “What? How?”

“I’ll explain at home, but we need to go,” Jughead’s grip on your arm shifted as he led you over to his bike.

“We’ll head to Pop’s,” Cheryl said as Toni nodded. “We just need to talk about everything… Want to come?”

Fangs and Sweet Pea agreed, but Jughead said that he wanted to go back to his trailer and talk to you privately.

The ride home was quiet, as you thought to yourself. You weren’t overly concerned about being threatened - being a Serpent tended to put you in varying amounts of danger on a semi-regular basis, but it also granted protection.

Inside his trailer, you sat cross-legged on his bed. He sat across from you.

“Are you really done playing that game?” You broke the silence.

“Yes,” he assured firmly. “Absolutely.”

You nodded slowly. “What changed? When I left you guys were so engrossed in it that it almost felt like you thought it was real life.”

“We found a card in the deck.” He grabbed your hand. “The instruction on it was to kill the Game Princess.”

“So?” You asked. “I wasn’t playing, anyways.”

“There is no Game Princess. It was a name Sweet Pea made up for you because I was the game master.” The hand not linked with yours pulled his signature beanie off and ran a hand through his hair. “The game… It has a way of creeping inside you, of making you believe that what’s happening is real. I think that whoever put that card in there was hoping that we were in deeper than we were, and that we would - erm - actually do it.”

Your eyes widened, lips parting around a silent gasp. “You- would you have-”

“Absolutely not,” he shook his head, reaching forward to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “I would never. But someone wants you dead; that’s what you should take away from that.”

You gave a low whistle. The room went silent. “When did our lives get so crazy?” You laughed. “I mean, serial killers are one thing, but murderous roleplay?”

He snorted. “How are you laughing?! You. Are. In. Danger.” He said each word slowly, trying to get you to understand.

“Then we better go investigate, huh?”

“A woman after my own heart,” he grinned, leaning in to kiss you.

[writingsbfe]

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch x reader

Summary: Reader just doesn’t feel like her life is worth living anymore, and Wanda convinces her that it is.

Trigger warnings: attempted suicide

Hold On - Wanda Maximoff

“If you love me, don’t let go,”

   You stared over the edge, the frigid night air whipping your hair around. New York was so beautiful at night. Stepping forward, you dared look straight down. You had no clue how many floors made up Avengers Tower, but it was definitely enough. Enough that if you jumped, it would all end.

   You don’t remember when you started feeling this way - when your flame had died out and left you feeling hollow, empty. Maybe it had been when your mother was killed and you were unable to save her. Or when one of your best friends ended her life in the same way you were about to yours.

   It wasn’t like you didn’t have anything to live for, you thought regretfully as you twisted a leather bracelet around your wrist. It was red, the signature color of your girlfriend of three months, Wanda. Not that you wanted to leave her behind, but everyone around you got hurt.

   You weren’t going to let her be the latest casualty.

“If you love me, don’t let go,”

   It wasn’t an easy choice. You must’ve stood there at the roof’s edge for hours in the night. At first you were freezing up there, in nothing but a nightgown. But then it turned into a dull numbness, very similar to the one you felt on the inside.

   But after a long time of building yourself up and talking yourself down only to repeat, you spread your arms and tipped forward, taking the plunge. The moment you began free-falling to the ground, you knew that you had made a mistake. You didn’t want to die - you were too young. Trying to calm your racing heart, you closed your eyes. It was too late now, and you didn’t want the last thing you ever felt to be fear.

   But your body jolted, and you weren’t falling anymore. It felt too quick to have plummeted the entire way down to the street, and not quite painful enough. Shouldn’t you be dead?

   Opening your eyes, you gasped. Red energy flowed around your body pulling you safely back up to the roof.

“Hold, hold on,”

   Set back on your feet at the top, Wanda stood a few feet away from you. Tears were flowing down her face. Suddenly, she ran forward and wrapped you in a tight hug. “Oh, Y/N,” she sobbed into your shoulder.

   You didn’t know what to do; this wasn’t in the plan. If things had gone how you’d imagined, you’d never have to face her afterward. So you did the only thing you could - you broke down. “Thank you,” you whispered.

   “Why?” was her short response, her voice choked.

   “I wanted it to end,” you told her truthfully. “Living is too hard. It doesn’t help that everyone around me gets hurt.”

   “You were going to leave me?” She pulled back slightly, her hurt written across her face. You couldn’t blame her.

   “I was saving you.”

   “I’m not going anywhere,” she shook her head, more tears spilling over. “I’m not going to get hurt just from being with you. I have my demons too. I put you in danger every time we’re together, and it kills me.” She looked down.

   “Then why haven’t you left?” you asked, not knowing that she felt similarly. The guilt practically killed you, and you didn’t know how she managed it.

   “I don’t want to!” she shouted. “I’m selfish, and I want you.”

   A heavy sob escaped you as you said, “I want you, too.”

   “Then be selfish, like me. You deserve this. You deserve happiness, and I hope you find it with me.”

   You looked pleadingly into her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

   “Don’t apologize,” she replied fiercely. “Never apologize. It’s not your fault, and if anything, we, I, should have seen this sooner.”

   “Not your fault, either.” You told her. A fresh wave of sobs came over you as you thought about what came next - how you were going to face your teammates. “What do I do?”

   She quickly pulled your closer and kissed you. It held all of the desperation you both were feeling in that moment, yours built up from hiding this for months and hers from seeing the love of her life almost end.

   “We,” breathlessly, and with all of the certainty in the world she spoke, “We will figure it out. You’re not alone - never alone. I just need you to promise me something.”

   You nodded.

   “Promise me that any time you feel this way, you’ll come to me. Or Steve, or Natasha, or anyone. Just please, please don’t jump.” She nearly lost the little resolve she’d managed to build up thinking of the outcome had she not been woken by her nightmares and drawn to the roof. “I will always catch you, but you have to let me.”

   “I promise,” you gave her a weak smile.

“Hold on to me,”

   You followed her as she led you back to her room. It was probably around two in the morning, the only one awake likely being Tony tinkering away in his lab, unless Pepper had managed to coax him into bed.

   You’ve slept in your girlfriend’s room before, but this time it felt different. More intimate, strangely. She shut the door, led you to her bed and gently pushed you down on to it. “I love you, Y/N. I need you to know that.”

   “I do,” you nodded. “I love you, too.” The way she was leaning over you on the bed, her hands on either side of your head and looking deep into your eyes made your heart flutter.

   “I know that it’s going to take a while for you to feel better,” she said. “But I’ll be next to you the whole way.”

   You could barely breathe. “Kiss me,” you whispered.

   She pulled back slightly, to you disappointment. “I don’t want to take advantage of you. After tonight-”

   She didn’t get to finish as you pulled her down on top of you by the t-shirt she was wearing. She responded quickly, kissing you deeply and running her hands up and down your body, sitting on her knees over you. She kissed a line down your neck, stopping to ensure she left a hickey on the way. You moaned, loving her on top of you. As she continued, you thought about how you would never get to experience this if you had succeeded in ending your life.

“‘Cause I’m a little unsteady,”

   Several months later, Wanda watched you as you and the team were out on a mission. She couldn’t help but grin as she watched you work. The light had returned to your eyes and you’d gained a new zest for life. It wasn’t easy, though. Steve, after being told what had happened, had given you both as much time off as you needed. A break from saving the world all the time did you some good. The rest was sessions with a therapist and many late-night talks between the two of you. It was a long road, and thinking back on that night was still painful for you both. But in the end, it left you closer than ever.

“A little unsteady.”

[writingsbfe]

Pairing: Sweet Pea x reader

Summary: Reader has messed everything up it seems, and Sweet Pea saved her from drowning in self-pity.

I wanted to fit the pity dick line from Deadpool in here, but couldn’t see how.

Human - Sweet Pea

“Maybe I’m foolish, maybe I’m blind,”

    The stiff mattress hardly gave beneath your weight when you flopped down on it. Hot tears spilled over down your face, and you furiously scrubbed them away with your fists. This only encouraged the cascading tears, frustrating you even more. A sob escaped your lips. You’d messed everything up, just like you always do.

    You were fairly new in town, only having arrived last year. You had no idea the rollercoaster you were being thrown into that was Riverdale. More specifically, the Southside. But you’d fit in quickly among the Serpent gang, becoming a sort of honorary member. You’d also grown especially close to Sweet Pea. In fact, you were planning on doing the Serpent dance soon and making it official.

    But somehow you’d managed to ruin all that. Grabbing one of your pillows. You screamed into it. One longing, desperate scream for the friends that you’d lost. And it was your doing.

    A soft knock on your doorframe startled you from your self-pity. You raised your red eyes and tear-stricken face to meet his eyes. “Sweets,” you breathed.

“Thinking I can see through this, and see what’s behind,”

    “Hey, Y/N,” he gave you a smile. Your heart panged. Here he was, the boy you loved. Right after you had messed up everything.

    “You should probably go.” Your face was stoic, emotionless except for the tell-tale signs that you’d been crying a minute ago.

    “I don’t know what you’re thinking right now, but it’s not as bad as it is in your head.” He crossed the room, having trouble deciding between sitting next to you or standing in front of you. Eventually he decided on the first, sitting on your bed. The gap between you both was small, but seemed like miles.

    You sighed, collecting your thoughts, and turned to him. “The Serpents all hate me.”

    “No, they don’t.” He was quick to answer.

    “Oh yeah?” You challenged sadly. “What do you know?”

    “I don’t hate you,” he put his hand over yours, his eyes never leaving the y/e/c ones across from him.

    You gave a dark chuckle. “Well, you probably should.”

    “And why is that?”

    “You know very well why.” You matched his stare, hoping he couldn’t see the self-loathing in them right now.

“Got no way to prove it, so maybe I’m blind,”

    “So, you made one mistake. It only proves me right - I knew one person couldn’t be that perfect.”

    Despite your emotional state, a blush warmed your cheeks. You hoped that he couldn’t see how he affected you every damn time. “One big, fat whopper of a mistake.” You stood suddenly, his hand limply falling off of yours as you did so. You started to pace. “I didn’t think this through. The Ghoulies are going to get their revenge and - ugh! I never should have helped Archie! It was an idiotic plan, and so much could have gone wrong; so much will go wrong…”

    He stood, grabbing your arms to stop your pacing. “You were trying to help. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

    You growled in frustration. Couldn’t he understand that you’d really messed up?! “Jughead could’ve been arrested, Sweets! Then would you be so quick to forgive me?”

    He didn’t answer at first.

    “That’s what I thought,” you muttered to yourself in shame.

    “We would’ve bailed him out,” he said. “And I still would understand.”

    You looked up at him vulnerably. His heart melted at seeing you that way. You were always so strong, but strong people broke the hardest.

    “You’ve been doing a lot of talking,” he said. “My turn.” His hands were placed on your shoulders, which had finally stopped shaking. He leaned down, making your eyes level with his. He was so close that you could practically feel his breath on your face.

    “But I’m only human after all, I’m only human after all,”

    “You always do your best to help. Anyone who knows you, knows that. Anyone who knows you, knows that you would rather sacrifice yourself than see anything bad happen to your friends. You’re a great person, Y/N. So maybe this time you acted without thinking. I’m the king of that.” You laughed at his truth, and he gave you a pointed yet amused look. “Maybe it would have been better if you talked to us before calling the cops on the drag race. But it’s in the past, and you can’t change it. And we all know that your heart was in the right place.”

    “Then why was everyone so furious with me?”

    He sighed, pulling you close and holding you. Your head naturally nestled into his chest, and your couldn’t help but marvel at how perfectly you both fit together.

    He answered, “The Serpents… They’re scared, Y/N. The Ghoulies are a real threat, and you succeeded in pissing them off pretty bad. I know you didn’t mean to, but you did.”

    You cringed. Oh, how you wished you could undo your actions that day.

    “They’re going to come around. I bet once you turn your phone back on, you’re going to be blown up with texts from Toni, and Fangs, and Jughead. They care about you, they know you, and they’re going to forgive everything.”

    “I betrayed you guys.”

    “Not on purpose. Call it a- a learning experience.”

    You quirked your brow, pulling back slightly to look at him. “A learning experience?” you deadpanned.

    “Oh, give me a break.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m doing my best here. Comforting people has never been my forte.”

    Your eyes softened, and you gave him a smile. “You’re doing a great job.”

    “I mean, it’s kinda intimidating. This girl I’m trying to comfort, she’s really pretty.” He was teasing.

    You laughed.

    The air between you quickly sobered, as he slowly closed the gap between your faces. More specifically, your lips. When you both pulled back, after a passionate kiss that had felt like it lasted hours but was also far too short, he said, “I love you.”

    Your response was to pull him back in, kissing him long and hard once again. If you were gonna profess your love for him, it was going to be your move. “I love you, too.”

    Tucking your hair behind your ear, he grinned, “There’s my fierce Serpent princess.”

“Don’t put the blame on me, don’t put the blame on me.”

[writingsbfe]

Pairing: Evie x reader

Summary: You show Evie that she doesn’t need some prince to be happy.

Girls Like Girls - Evie

“Saw your face, heard your name, gotta get with you,”

   You were sitting in Evie’s room, her braiding your hair. Some music played in the background, and you hummed along, savoring the time you had alone before Mal returned from yet another date with Ben. Your friend was obsessed with the boy, sometimes annoyingly so, but it did give you and Evie some time alone. Evie laughed from behind you. “I swear,” she began, “something must nest in your hair while you sleep.”

   Laughing along, you replied, “Well, it’s a good thing I’ve got you to sort it out.”

   Her laughter died out and you could feel her tense on the bed behind you. You started to turn towards her in concern. She pushed your shoulder back. “I’m not done, sit still,” she commanded.

   “Fine,” you complied. Nothing could distract Evie from anything beauty-related. “But will you tell me what’s bothering you? You’ve been more quiet than usual this morning.”

   She was silent for a few moments, stretching it out as she tied your braid off with a hair tie. Satisfied, she allowed you to turn and face her, although didn’t quite meet your eyes. “My mother is…. You know, my mother. She’s spent my whole life prepping me to meet some Prince Charming. She kept telling me that I was meaningless if I didn’t marry myself into royalty - marry her back into royalty.”

   You nodded along, understanding. You’d only met the Evil Queen once, and it had made you very thankful for your upbringing in Auradon. Even though your father been exiled when you were younger, your mother had always tried her best with you. When the Evil Queen had last visited on Parents’ Day, she had spent the entire time harping on Evie about her hair and makeup and scouting for princes.

   “Well, I told her about us, and… She wasn’t happy.”

“Girls like girls like boys do, nothing new,”

   You felt anger flare up in you, and you were about to swim all the way to the Isle of the Lost to throttle the Evil Queen. Despite the tragic parenting skills and emotional abuse that she’d subjected her daughter to, the Evil Queen was still her mother, and Evie loved her mother very much. To hear that she didn’t approve must have been devastating for her.

   “I just - I don’t know. I was hoping she would be happy for us and give her blessing, but sh-she told me,” a tear rolled down her cheek. She wiped it away before you got the chance. “She told me not to contact her until I found myself someone royal to settle down with. A prince.”

  “Oh, Evie,” You sighed, wrapping your arms around her. She sniffled, burrowing her face in your shoulder as she cried.

   “I- I’m sorry.” She sobbed.

   “For what?” You asked. “You have nothing to be sorry about.” Unless… You stiffened, wondering if she was going to do everything in her power to get back in her mother’s good graces. Break up with you, leave you, go and marry Chad Charming for his castle… Fear seized you as you thought about your worst nightmare possibly coming true. Evie really loved her mother, as much as you wished she could see how manipulative the woman was. “N-no, Evie, please, please don’t-” You begged, hoping she would reconsider.

   “Don’t what?” She pulled back, tears still streaming down her face.

   “Don’t leave me,” you whispered.

   “Y/N, no. I’m not going to leave you.” She grabbed your face, finally meeting your eyes. “I’m not ever leaving you.”

“Isn’t this why we came? Gotta get with you,”

   You tentatively closed the gap between you, which had grown very short. Your lips met hers, and you shared a gentle kiss. It was soft and far too short, but the passion behind it was overwhelming. All worries about her leaving you fled your mind as all you could think was, I can’t believe she’s mine.

   “I’m sorry about your mother.” You breathed. “But she can’t control you - us.”

   Evie nodded, pushing you back so you laid on her bed. “Maybe before I got here I would have done anything to please her, but I am my own person now. I don’t need her stamp of approval anymore... I’ve changed” She kissed your jaw, gradually moving lower towards your neck. “You changed me. I love you.”

   “I love you, too,” You responded barely audibly, but it was loud enough for her to hear, and she smiled into her kisses.

“Girls like girls like boys do, nothing new.”

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I Found

I LOOOVE AVA! Can’t wait until AMATW is for purchase. Until then, I’ll just have to write for her. And here’s to hoping she shows up in Avengers 4 :)

Pairing: Ava Starr/Ghost x reader

Summary: You fell in love with your teammate, but too bad you can never be anything more... Or could you? An accident may bring some things to light.

I Found - Ava Starr / Ghost

“I’ll use you as a warning sign, that if you talk enough sense then you’ll lose your mind,”

    “Suit up,” your Commanding Officer Garrett instructed. “We got a big mission ahead.”

    “What is it?” You asked, curious. It seemed there hadn’t been much to do lately. Even your elite stealth team, Casper (thought of by Agent Coulson, of course), had resorted to doing paperwork.

    “Classified,” he spoke simply.

    “So classified we can’t know what it is?” Your beautiful, accented partner questioned.

    “That is correct, Starr.”

    “How are we supposed to carry out the mission if we can’t know what it is?” You scrunched your brow. There wasn’t a lot of SHIELD intel that was classified to you anymore, so this was odd.

    “It’s simple. You just have to get in, extract a hard drive, and get out. Now I want you both ready in five.” Garrett left the room, presumably to allow us to dress. Ava pulled out her suit, while you grabbed your catsuit.

    It was hard, while you were dressing, to not sneak a peek at the gorgeous brunette next to you. Being honest with yourself, you were completely entranced by her. Not only her looks, but her personality, her mannerisms, everything about her. Unfortunately, she saw you as no more than a partner. A coworker you would be civil to at work, but otherwise kept your life separate from. You would give anything to have her reciprocate your feelings.

    As you finished slipping your suit on you cleared your throat, asking, “You have any clue what this is about?”

    “No,” she sighed. “But I do not have a good feeling about it.”

“And I’ll use you as a focal point, so I don’t lose sight of what I want,”

    You sat in the air vents, above the room you were supposed to infiltrate. Garrett had been right - the plan was fairly simple. Ava would distract, and you would retrieve. Easy. Looking down through the vent’s slats, you counted six men all wearing expensive suits. You did your best to listen to what they were saying, but it was all small talk. It seemed more like an insurance office than a highly-classified enemy operation. Tired of listening to the closest two guys talk about the secretary’s terrible mustache, she checked her watch. Ava should be entering any second.

    Sure enough, the door flung open. Ava, masked, burst in. Only once all eyes were on her, did she shift. The office erupted in screams as she disappeared, and you smirked. It took you a moment to realize you had a job to do, as you thought about how cool her abilities were. You silently dropped from the vent.

    Grabbing the hard drive was easy. You pocketed it and went to jump on the desk, spring yourself back up into the vents, and make an escape undetected.

    Your gymnastics were halted abruptly, as an alarmed security guard burst in. You did feel a little bad for him, as you kept track of him out of your peripheral. He was young, too inexperienced to be handling something like this. Once again, it sparked your suspicion as to why Team Casper was needed for this. Even a lower-level stealth operative could’ve just walked in and taken it.

    But as you sprung from the desk, reaching towards the vents, everything happened too fast. He pulled a gun, aiming it at Ava and pulling the trigger. You didn’t worry - she was facing him, had clearly seen it, and was always good at getting out of the way. But before you could avert your jump, the bullet whistled through the air where Ava had just stood, and directly into your abdomen.

    You fell, and couldn’t register quite what was happening. You’d never been shot before. You thought it would hurt more, but all you felt was an intense heat in the hole the bullet had ripped into your lower left side. “No!” Ava screamed, and you felt her next to you in an instant.

    “Av-” you slurred.

    “I’m here. You’re going to be fine, Y/N.” She soothed, scrambling to put pressure to the wound.

    The security guard that had fired the gun ran up to where you were sprawled on the floor. “Oh god, shit,” he mumbled, pulling at his hair. “Here, let me help-” he tried to take over holding the jacket that Ava had presumably found laying around tightly.

    “Don’t touch her!” Ava snapped harshly, her voice coming out more monotoned from behind the mask. But you could hear the emotion clearly. She was angry, and… fearful? She quickly scooped you into her arms, running out of the building. She knew she was in plain sight, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t disappear with you in her arms. While she was busy carrying you, you were smart enough to keep pressure on the injury yourself. She sprinted all the way to where Garrett’s car waited.

“And I’ve moved further than I thought I could, but I missed you more than I thought I would,”

    It was rare for Garrett to show concern, but he was ignoring all the speed limits. Ava was mumbling, sweet nothings falling from her lips as she obviously tried to keep you awake. You smiled. You could stay like that forever, your head in her lap with her soothing accent rolling over you.

    Everything started to go fuzzy, and your eyes lost focus. You could feel yourself beginning to slip under. Sleep allured you.

    “Y/N, Y/N stay with me.” She was pleaded. “Please.”

    “‘M not going anywhere,” you slurred. That was the last thing you remembered as everything faded to black.

“And I found love where it wasn’t supposed to be,”

    You woke up to the familiar smell of hospital. You blinked your eyes open, correct in your observation as the telling white walls and bedding filled your vision. One thing that you weren’t used to seeing in the hospital was the head of long brown hair in a chair next to you, head resting on your bed. You noticed with a smile that her hand was intertwined with yours.

    Careful not to disturb her, you reached over to the side table and grabbed a paper cup filled with water. You drained the whole thing, taking the time to marvel at how beautiful she was, even as she slept with worry marring her features.

    As you put the cup back, you jostled your hand a bit. She stirred from her sleep.

    You waited with baited breath, to see if once the drama was over she would still see you as someone she had to work with, or more.

    Her eyes met yours, finally open, and her eyes twinkled. “You’re awake.” She sat up, scooting closer. “How are you feeling?”

    “Never better,” you answered with a smile.

    She gave you a pointed look, disbelieving.

    “I’m serious!” You defended. “These are some powerful drugs here. I haven’t felt this good in a loooong time. All those superhero landings and stuff? Really hard on the joints. You think we could get some of this to go?”

    She laughed at your medication-fueled rambling. “I’ll be sure to ask the nurse,” she humored you.

    You sobered up, though your next words were one hundred percent blamed on the morphine. You never, ever would have told her this on your own.

    “I love you, Ava.”

    She gave another laugh. You hadn’t ever seen her smile so much. Then again, you hadn’t really hung out with her outside of work. “No, really. I love you. Like when I see you, I get butterflies and I just want to kiss you…”

    She wasn’t laughing anymore, almost looking nervous. “You don’t. It’s the drugs.” Was she trying to convince you, or herself?

    “Not the drugs,” you shook your head. “I’ve felt this way for a long time. I’m only telling you this now while the confidence-boost is still in effect.”

    She was at war with herself, and the small part of your rational brain that was still piloting this ship reasoned that she was probably struggling with all of her insecurities. It was no secret that she had them, just as you did.

    But her next actions surprised you more than anything that had come out of your mouth so far. “I love you, too.” she admitted. “I was always too afraid, but…” She trailed off, not finishing. Instead, she kissed you.

    And you kissed her back.

“Right in front of me,”

    When you both pulled apart, you felt like a schoolgirl who’d just had her first kiss. She slowly drew away, like she didn’t want to end it. You didn’t want to, either. “I’m going to find the nurse,” she excused, standing up and moving to leave. Before she exited the room., she turned back, “I hope you remember this when the drugs wear off.”

    And how could you forget the greatest moment of your life?

“Talk some sense to me.”

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Take A Hint

If you’re telling me that all you lesbians and bisexuals, pans, etc didn’t have a crush on Jade from Victorious... you lyin’.

Pairing: Jade West x reader

Summary: Some guys just can’t take a hint... In which instead of Tory and Jade on a fake date, it’s you and Jade on a real one.

Take A Hint - Jade West

“Why am I always hit on by the boys I never like,”

    One date. Could you two just have one date in peace? Apparently not, you grumbled to yourself as two idiots continued to incessantly hit on you and your girlfriend. The guy on your side leaned in uncomfortably close, stealing a piece of sushi off your plate. You snickered as the one pestering Jade tried to do the same, earning himself a sharp elbow to the gut.

    It grew less funny as it still failed to deter them.

    “So, you from around here?” The numbskull on your side asked. What in the cliche pick-up line fuck….?

    “Nope,” Jade lied. “She’s from Antarctica.”

    Her guy quit nursing his injury long enough to say, “Cool.”

    His buddy leaned back over to steal another sushi as he replied, “I like foreign girls.” You internally gave up on the human race.

    “And where are you from, princess?” One asked Jade.

    “She took the bus here,” you offered, “from Hawaii.” Jade flashed you a smile.

    “Ooh la la,” Dumb and Dumber cooed.

    “You know what?” You said, standing up. “I think we should go finish this somewhere else.” You offered a hand to your girlfriend.

    “I like where this is going!” One guy shouted as they both jumped up.

    Jade looked like she was about to commit at least one violent crime, and you needed to diffuse the tension now. You tended to be the more patient of the two of you, although these guys had been treading on thin ice for the last twenty minutes.

    “Hand me my scissors,” Jade muttered through clenched teeth. You had them since the principal had said if she threatened one more student with a pointy object, she would be suspended. 

    “No,” you said firmly. “I left them in the car, anyways.” Okay, they were in your purse, but you really didn’t want to have to bail her out of prison tonight.

    Thankfully your date’s interruption was interrupted by the DJ calling out, “Anyone up for karaoke?”

“I always see ‘em coming from the left or from the right,”

    “You guys should go sing!” You exclaimed. Then you both could slip out while they were busy, avoiding confrontation.

    “I’d rather have you pretty girls sing for us,” one said. Barf.

    “I do love a hot serenade,” the other confirmed.

    “Well,” Jade said, a bit too sweetly. “Let’s serenade them, then.”

    She gave you a look, and you understood what she was saying. “Alright, then.” You linked arms and walked up to the stage.

    “We choose number forty-seven,” Jade told the DJ.

    He nodded. “Off you go.”

    The song started, fast and angry. You started singing first, and despite the bitter lyrics the guys weren’t yet grasping what was happening. They would soon, though.

“I don’t wanna be a priss, I’m just try’na be polite, but it always seems to bite me in the…”

    Her voice always gave you chills, no matter how many times you heard it. She was a siren, and you never failed to be captivated by her.

    You both continued the song as Jade started walking towards the guys, calling them out. You held back a laugh as they seemed to at long last realize what was happening. One of the guys looked offended, while the other at least had the decency to look sheepish.

“Get your hands off my hips, or I’ll punch you in the lips,”

    The song was ending, and as you finished, you were suddenly ambushed. Not by the gross guys that had been harassing you all night, but by your beautiful girlfriend’s lips crashing onto yours. You both kissed, long and hard and passionate, in front of the whole restaurant. Cheers and whoops came from the booths, but you could barely hear them over the fireworks going off inside your head. As you pulled back, you didn’t look around for the guys from earlier. But you were relieved to see that they had finally left you two and your sushi alone.

“Take a hint, take a hint!”

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Dynasty

Hey! The first imagine I’m posting - wish it were better!

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Summary: Serpent!Reader is fighting alongside the Serpents against the Bulldogs. Good thing her and Jughead always got each others’ backs.

Yeah, you don’t need to tell me how this isn’t even close to how it actually went down. It’s called an imagine - use your imagination! I’m not trying to character-bash, either!

Dynasty - Jughead Jones III

“And all I gave you is gone, tumbled like stone,”

   The very heart and core of Riverdale shattered around you. All of the pride, family, safety, and so much more that this town used to boast had been broken, if it was ever really there to begin with. Now everything was falling apart. Fangs was dead - he was just a kid, like many of the other victims -, a result of the chaos but also spurring it onwards. Now, you looked around from where you were perched on your bike. Jughead, sitting on his facing you, met your eyes with a serious nod.

   “Bulldogs should be here soon,” Sweet Pea reported.

   “And what do we do when they come?” You asked, knowing the answer but still feeling afraid. You’d much preferred it when the Serpents hid in the shadows, but if the others were ready to be more, you would willingly fight alongside them.

   “We give them hell,” Jughead said loudly. A roar of excitement sounded from the group.

   Amidst the cheering, Jughead stood up suddenly and closed the distance between the two of you. His hands went to your shoulders as he looked you square in the eye. “I wish you would go; be safe.”

   “No Serpent is left behind, and certainly not all of them. You know me better than to ask me to betray them.” You narrowed your eyes.

   He sighed, but gave you a smile. “Yeah, yeah. I knew there would be no stopping you, Juliet.” He called you, placing a quick kiss on your lips. “Just try not to die, got it?” His worry for you was genuine, and you almost considered going home just to wipe the grim look off of his face. Almost.

   “I’ll do my best,” you promised. Just then, several cars pulled up.

“Thought we built a dynasty that heaven couldn’t shake,”

   You stood from your bike as the rest of the Serpents turned to face their rivals. The Bulldogs stepped out from their cars. Or the Red Circle, or whatever they’d decided to call themselves for the moment.

   Some words were exchanged, but rendered inaudible due to the rain pounding on the asphalt. Then, all hell broke loose when Archie punched Sweet Pea - hard.  Your close friend fell slowly, body rigid from the unexpected blow. He dropped like a flag before a race, the sound of fist colliding with face a makeshift gunshot to begin the action.

   Most of the Bulldogs, being males, refused to fight you since you were a girl. You tried to force your way in, but kept getting pushed aside. As little as you wanted to be here, it was infuriating. It was time the Bulldogs learnt that you could hold your own.

   Veronica came stalking up to you with a purposeful stride, clearly wanting to exchange some words. “Listen up,” she told you. “Call the Serpents off and maybe no one else has to die tonight.”

   You looked at her. “I don’t control them. And what, you thought I was here to stand around cheering them on, like you?” You smirked, aiming a kick at her shins. She was down. “Who says I don’t like a good fight?”

   Okay, so maybe that was a lie and you wished all of your friends were safe in their beds at this time. But this was war, and you knew what you were capable of.

   Archie was distracted from his brawl with Sweets (thank god, he’d gotten back up) when his girlfriend went down. You shot him a smug look, and Pea got in a good hit to the ginger’s gut.

   Toni seemed to be in a similar boat to you, having to seek out the action herself. Even the Ghoulies weren’t this sexist. You were startled from your thoughts as Reggie pinned Jughead to the ground and landed a punch on his jaw.

   You quickly ripped him off of your boyfriend, throwing him to the side as hard as you could. Reggie quickly got up and turned his anger towards you, swinging at your head. The fight raged on.

“Thought we built a dynasty like nothing ever made,”

   “Ow,” you hissed, knuckles turning white from gripping the counter you were sat on as Jughead pressed an alcohol-soaked cotton ball to a particularly nasty cut on your jaw. He stood between your legs as he cleaned you up. You’d wanted to attend to a nasty scrape he’d received to the arm, but he’d insisted that you went first.

   “Well, maybe you shouldn’t have tried to take on Reggie by yourself,” he scolded lightly, though there was a smile playing on his lips.

   “I had to,” you answered. “You were getting your ass handed to you.” As if he needed reminding.

   “I had it under control.” You both knew he didn’t.

   “Why do you have to be so damn stubborn?” You asked him.

   “Look who’s talking, little miss ‘I-want-to-stay-and-fight!’” You laughed at his bad impression of you, causing you to wince as it stretched your cut face.

   “Aren’t you glad I did, though?” You teased.

   “No.”

   Huh? “What? Are you forgetting I just saved your ass back there? You ungrateful-” Your would-be rant was cut off as he paused his doctoring to kiss you fiercely. Consider your insult successfully cut-off.

   When he finally pulled back, he rested his hands on either side of where you sat and looked you in the eye. “I would always rather you were safe.”

   You reached out and pulled his face back to yours, kissing him gently. “I love you, Juggie.”

   “I love you, too,” he breathed. “I know that I can’t keep you away from nights like tonight, but I will do my best to protect you. And patch you up if need be.” He smirked.

   You returned the smirk. “Likewise, Jones.”

“Thought we built a dynasty forever couldn’t break up.”

Constructive criticism is always welcome :) I would love you hear what you think. More imagines coming for various characters of different fandoms all week.