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welivetodream · 1 year

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Characters that fascinate me:

1. Albus Dumbledore (Harry Potter): after re-reading HP again, I started to put more effort on dissecting the interactions between Dumbledore and other people, especially Harry and Snape. Dumbledore's strategies, plans and the use of emotions of other people for his favours and for the greater good is for me unlike what most people consider, admirable. I have heard many people mention the fact they hate Dumble's because he is "evil", I like morally grey characters and the fact is Dumbledore's actions were not evil in any way. Did he raise Harry to die? Yes. But that doesn't mean he did that for fun (or ounce presented a way to save Harry he didn't make sure to prevent his death). Every step Dumbledore took was to defeat Voldy in the end, who was committing mass genocide. To prevent deaths of hundreds, thousands of people, it was okay for him to sacrifice certain people (mostly Himself, Harry and Snape). I also think Dumbledore could or should have been in Ravenclaw or Slytherin because his qualities matches those houses more than Gryffindor (also can you imagine how conflicting it would have been for Harry if Dumbledore causally mentions he is a Slytherin or if he was a Ravenclaw there could have been more characters in that house than Quirrell and Lockhart of all people)

2. Daria Morgendorffer (Daria): if there was a character that I could relate to the most, it's her. Daria's cynical outlook, her quick wit, her quotes are so entertaining to watch. Its really amazing to be able to have a character that represents the perceptions of the quiet kids. As one of them, Daria is the representation of rebellion against the power hungry, capitalistic and tone deaf world we live in.

3. Amy Dunne (Gone Girl): this woman sacres me. She is the epitome of the perfectly imperfect villainous yet fascinating character that captures your attention. She is a psychopath. She is a liar. She is deranged. And I can't help liking her as a complex person.

4. Wanda Maximoff (Wandavison): from her ability to manipulate the minds of all the original avengers (except Hawkeye) in age of Ultron to her batshit crazy powers in multiverse of madness (including the fact defeating the entire illuminati while dream walking), Wanda had come far from being just another avenger to one of most powerful beings in the current MCU. And all of that due to a mother's love, shows you how powerful loss and love can be.

5. L. Lawliet (Death Note): world's top three detectives, the boy who stopped WW3 as a kid, the blueprint for Wammy's house, the deductive genius who almost captured the worst serial killer in history. L will never cease to be interesting. His backstory reveals that L was always the best, no matter if he could defeat Light Yagami or not (he sort of did defeat Light as he knew Light was Kira the 1st time he met him). The most interesting aspect of L is how neutral his moral ideals are, on one hand he spends all this time (literally, as he doesn't sleep) to solve the Kira case, on the other hand he isn't reluctant to play with people's emotions and sacrifice certain people to reach his end goals. While L is the antagonist, everyone loves him as the hero to Light's protagonist villain. I do love L as much as the next person; what I love more than that is how he is just as morally grey as Light but stays on the grey part and never becomes the villain he could be, something that Light became.

6. Allison Dilaurentis (Pretty Little Liars): in my opinion, the most evil of the onscreen Mean girls (except for Courtney Shane and Chanel Oberlin). Allison in the first few seasons was the most fascinating aspect of the show, the sheer power she holds in Rosewood, the way she manipulates all her friends, the way she could destroy lives of anyone she wants is the best part of her character. But after her return from the "dead" she became kinda boring and not the fantastic villain we wished she was. Like, they could have made Aria "A" instead of evil British cousin and made Allison the one controlling Aria, as it was clear Aria was hiding something about herself, the show also gave many clues about her and she seemed be the person Allison liked the most among the liars (she also got the least torment from Allison as well as A). It makes sense if they were both working together. But no, that's too predictable! You have to pull the evil twin plot for shock value!!!!

7. Regulus Black (Harry Potter): he is the best example of a good Slytherin (*ahem* Snape *ahem*). The best thing about his arc is he used to be a death eater but changed sides after knowing how shitty Voldy is, protected his house elf and sacrificed his life for the world. And had a better reason for changing sides than someone very similar to him (*ahem* Snape *ahem*)

Ps: I did not die. Next time.

#movies #books #favourite characters #albus dumbledore #daria morgendorffer #gone girl #scarlet witch #l lawliet #allison dilaurentis #pretty little liars #regulus black

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found915 · 6 years

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Hey can I Get tagged in your it’s sad but true Series please and thank you x

Definitely!!! Consider yourself added, darling!!!

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angelstrenchcoat-67 · 5 years

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One Last Round

Pairing: None, just good old Team Free Will fighting the good fights.

Warnings: A lot of angst, like a lot.

Summary: The Winchesters always dreamed of the day they didn´t have to worry of a monster killin an innocent person, or when there would be no next big thing to threaten the entire human race. After years of fighting, there is nothing they wouldn´t do to achieve this.

“This is it” Sam sighs as he and Dean stand outside the bunker, ready to climb in the black slick chevy impala that´s now used to the rough drives, like the one they are about to go. You can see some scratches from previous hunts, there are a couple of dents after many beatdowns it has received, but it´s still standing strong, ready to take the Winchesters to their next adventure.

“No chick flick moments, Sammy, you know this” Dean grunts as he closes the back of the car with a loud bang. “You´ll start crying, then I will have to craddle you like I used to do when you were two. It´s gonna be awkward but I´ll do it”

“Can you stop being so Dean for a couple of seconds of your life and acknoledge that we are about to go on the biggest fight of our life?” Sam huffs, even though he is used to his big brother´s jokes by now. “The war to end all wars”

“We can´t get ahead of ourselves” Dean gives Sam a quick glance before walking over to the driver´s side. “Let´s just do what we do best and hope for a win”

“Do you think Cas is gonna be able to convice God to show up?” Sam raises his eyebrow as he gets in his usual spot next to Dean, the seat already shaped with his form. “He hasn´t been helpful to be exact”

“Well, if he shows up, it´ll give us a better shot at finally taking down Lucifer” Dean starts the engine, the usual purr of the impala rumbling underneath their feet. “But if he doesn´t, then we will do our best. Like old times, just you and me and baby”

“Dean, we have to talk about something first” Sam bites his lip, knowing he is about to bring up the topic they´ve been avoiding. “If-”

“Don´t, Sammy” Dean shakes his head as he starts to move the car towards the road. “Just don´t”

“If something happens to one another” Sam ignores him. “You have to promise, we won´t try to bring each other back”

“Sam-”

“Dean, many of the fights and the monsters, they came as a consecuence of us willing to sacrifice anything in order not to lose each other” Sam tries to look for his brother´s eyes. “We have to stop this cicle, this is the end, and we have to accept that one of us might not make it”

“Can we not do this right now, Sam?” Dean tightens his grip on the steering wheel. “Can we just not talk about one of us dying and just enjoy this as we did the first hunts? Just for now”

Sam knows Dean too well, so he just nods before opening the glove box to retreive all the cassettes that Dean has stashed there through the years. “Like the old times”

A couple of seconds later, Carry On My Wayward Son starts playing through the speakers, causing Dean´s finger to match the rythm against the wheel. “It´s been a while since I heard that song”

“Do you want me to change it?” Sam asks, ready to skip the song.

“No, leave it” Dean starts humming along so Sam sits back, letting himself loose as the impala rolls them down the road, under the darkness of the night.

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“Hey, buddy” Dean reaches Sam´s side as he brings his hand to look at the bleeding gash in Sam´s abdomen. “It´s just a scratch, I´ll ask Cas to patch you up”

Dean knew Sam had to be the one to take down Lucifer, because even though Dean hated him, the damage that he caused on Sam was something that he was still healing from. But know Sam´s laying in his arms, pale and cold as he tries to hold his eyes opened.

“Dean, no” Sam reaches for his brother´s hand. “Don´t”

“Sam, I’m not letting you die, and certainly not over a scratch. You´ve survived so much more, this is not how we go down” Dean shakes his head, anger lacing his words.

“We are saving the world, Dean” Sam coughs up a little, blood coming out of his mouth. “This is how I want to go down”

“Just stop it, just hold on Sammy” Dean looks around for Cas or Jack or whichever angel is around to help out. “I promise I´ll take you to Disneyland after this, I will even let you get a freaking puppy. Hell, I promise I won´t try to cut your hair again”

“Dean, shut up” Sam grabs Dean´s hand in his. “You promised”

“I didn´t actually” Dean smirks, trying to make the situation less serious.

“We...” Sam struggles to speak “We can´t keep doing this”

“Yeah we can because I´m supposed to look after you, I´m supposed to protect you. It´s you and I, together, until the end of the line” Dean knows he is alrady crying, because this is Sammy. His Sammy.

“This is the end of the line, Dean” Sam closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath.

“No no no, stay with me” Dean shakes his brother´s head, causing his eyes to open again.

“You won´t even let me die in peace” Sam laughs a little until it hurts. “Jerk”

“Bitch” Dean smiles through the tears before bringing his little bother closer to him. He wraps his arms around Sam, holding him tighter so he knows he is not alone. He stays like that as Sams breathing slows down until he gives one last big sigh. And something in Dean dies, so he knows his brother is no longer there.

Dean wants to cry, he wants to scream but he knows that Sam wouldn´t want that, Sam would tell him to use that anger to finish what they started, to finish the mission. And he will, whatever it takes.

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“Don´t you fucking dare, Samantha” Dean stops Sam before he can make another move. “Remember, driver picks the music-”

“Shotgun shuts his cakehole” Sam rolls his eyes, seating back on his side. “You seriously need to update your music collection, Dean”

“To that crap people now call music? No, thank you” Dean shakes his head as Hit of The Moments echoes through the car. “I prefer good old Led Zeppelin than whatever those kids are listening to”

“You like Taylor Swift” Sam points out, laughing as he remembered the time Dean was turned into his teen self.

“That’s because everyone loves T Swift, dude” Dean presses a button near the radio and then Shake it Off starts blasting through the car.

Cas smiles as he watches the through the tiny window at the door. He misses them, every day more than the one before, but he’a glad they are together because if there’s a pair that deserves a heaven together is those two.

“Ready?” Jack appears behind him, his soldier suit fitting him better now.

“Ready” Cas nods before closing the window. They both walk away from the white door that reads 'D.W. S.W.' like it still does in the parked impala that’s at Jody’s.

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I know it’s short but I hope you like this❤️ my heart is aching. Sorry if there are some spelling errors.

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onceinabluemoon13 · 5 years

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Summary:

On the run from her father's murderers, Princess Arya Stark of Winterfell crosses paths with the stoic Gendry Waters, leader of a notorious band of outlaws called the Brotherhood Without Banners. A Robin Hood!Gendrya AU.

@noregretsnotearsnoanxieties and @allison-rosewood-maximoff here you go!

Also, all my love to @ninja-klutz who graciously read this over for me. As always, any mistakes are my own.

#gendrya #gendrya positivity #princess!arya #robin hood!gendry #myfanfic

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serpent-princess · 5 years

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9 people you’d like to know better

Rules: tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better

I was tagged by @becca-in-the-southside

Favorite color: dark green

Top 3 ships: Brio Sooo much Sexual Tension (TV Show: Good Girls), Snowbaz SO BEAUTIFUL(Book: Carry On), and Sheith Fuckin fight me lol(TV show: Voltron)

Lipstick or Chapstick: Chapstick (it’s needed lol)

Last Song I listened too: Undrunk by Fletcher

Last Movie I watched: Five Feet Apart (it made me cry)

What book am I reading: The Art of War by Sun Tzu (and Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell)

Tagging: @southsidequeenie @kytty27 @flannel-wearing-warrior @deviantwolfwitcheress @serpentssslut @baylishh @allison-rosewood-maximoff @alleiradayne @ella-full-of-secrets

#Ella anytime I tag you I always tag your sideblog IDK HOW 😂#i fixed it lol #damn Becs #Klaroline was AMAZING #brio #sheith #snowbaz #justttt incase someone who follows me has them filtered #but like COME ON #now imma go cry cuz only 1 of my ships have sailed #all about me #me

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blankdblank · 5 years

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Sneeze Pt 19

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4 - Pt 5 - Pt 6 - Pt 7 - Pt 8 - Pt 9 - Pt 10 - Pt 11 - Pt 12 - Pt 13 - Pt 14 - Pt 15 - Pt 16 - Pt 17 - Pt 18 -

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Short. Bath time with Thranduil. Kind implied smut i guess. Fluff after.

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On the other side of the door Thranduil sipped on his tea and eyed your mug in his free hand causing him to call out through the door, “Would you like me to bring in your tea?”

“Sure.” After a nip at his lip he eased the door open and stepped inside uncertain where he should look. Your soft giggle sounded drawing his eyes to yours under his curiously raised brows, “So bashful.”

With a slowly growing smile he crossed to you and sat beside the tub after the tap of your hand on the warm stones around the tub. Your smirk grew as you accepted the mug for a sip watching his eyes struggling not to ogle your exposed chest in your kneeling stance on the bench under the water. “I, am simply wishing to, respect your privacy.”

You nodded with a playful smile, “Ah,” you wet your lips, “I haven’t actually had any privacy since before the Durins arrived in the Blue Mountains. And waning even more in claiming Estel.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle as he stated, “I do remember the age well. Legolas rarely wore shirts from what I remember, or socks. There was even a week he hid his pants trying to continue his preference for wearing a leaf made kilt when he’d learned of them in a book Celeborn sent about the firstborn Elves living in the East.”

A soft giggle left you and you replied, “My boys were avid streakers,” You giggled softly through a tear rolling down your cheek, “And Helin loved to coat herself in mud and then race through the house just to see how far she could get before us catching her. Teo was far more behaved, little angel.”

Thranduil’s smile dimmed as he watched another tear roll down your cheek, his eyes fell to his lap only to rise again at your hand resting on his crossed legs in front of him, “Elrond told me you and Ada asked about them.” He wet his lips as a tear escaped across his cheek at your tearful gaze, “You asked me, more than once about my interest on the safety and happiness of your people. As a parent, we can only do so much. Raise them, teach them, love them to be great and, strong, and as fearless as possible. Your people led a charge, and, you were over run. My Sons saw men in need of help,” Shifting closer to you his hands circled yours at your trembling tone as another tear fell, “And this Dragon just fell out of the sky. I don’t remember much, after, not until we were home again near Lindon. If it were me in their place, I’d have done the same.”

“My Ada broke command, and you lost your Sons.”

“Among the hundreds of Sons the Mothers in these lands with broken hearts had as well. I don’t blame you. I raised them to help others, defend others. My boys were fearsome, and no less than an ambush by a beast of that size could have taken them from me. You played no part in stealing them from me, nor did my Ada. Please don’t ever think that I believed that. I am no stranger to death. It was my most faithful companion for a great while. I grew with mortals I understand there are thousands of those that I have loved deeply I will never see again. Everything has its time.”

“For the longest time-, I was given the gift of being able to return to my Son, when so many couldn’t.”

“And my Ada believed me to be a captive for my entire life nearly. There is great pain in our world, always has been since the birth of the rings. We do have to focus on the happiness. Small moments, small hands in the great scheme of things.” He nodded and you continued, “After Nan, I’d taken in a few mortal children before the boys. Then Elros watched as my boys’ Wives had passed, and Helin had chosen a mortal life with Elros. Sometimes I believe Elrond only remained immortal out of pity for my losses.”

Thranduil, “I don’t believe that, at least not entirely. You were near a Mother to him, even if you only knew him near his adulthood and spent large gaps away from him and Celebrian. We all had our time of solitude with our losses.”

You nodded and couldn’t help but giggle, “And it took a large number of Dwarves to remind me to smile again.”

He smiled again at you lovingly, “I will do all I can to make certain your smile remains in tact.”

After another sip of your tea you sank lower into the hot spring asking, “Did you want me to help you wash your hair?”

Your brow rose and he couldn’t help but chuckle as he nodded and raised his arms to pull off his shirt he set aside before he tugged his pants down to set aside and ease into the spring with you. His smile grew as he turned and leaned back against your raised palms to help him dunk his head back before you turned to grab the shampoo to work through his hair you then twisted up into a bun secured with a clip you’d left by the soaps. Nipping at his lip he turned and grabbed your soaps smiling as he spun his finger in a circle saying, “Your turn.”

Softly you giggled and turned, easing back your eyes closed while his fingers smooth through your hair he lovingly coated and twisted up into a secure bun then gently trailed his fingertips along a smaller scar at the base of your neck he’d missed before. “One of my training lessons with the Dwarves after I forged my twin swords. Got a bit over eager, missed the sheath. Small cut, but it’s not anything past a training mistake.”

“Ah.” His low chuckle sounded as he claimed the wash cloth he coated with soap to start smoothing it over his arms, “I have a few of those.”

You giggled softly, “One in particular.” His smile grew as your eyes dipped to his thighs, “The one on your left thigh near your hip? Shaped like a star.”

A loud laugh left him as he remembered it, “Yes. That one. Little Leaf was, over eager himself in his archery lessons.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, “He didn’t.”

Thranduil laughed again, “He did. I turned after adjusting the target and he’d already notched an arrow.” Chuckling again he added, “His little arm wobbled and it just gave way.” You giggled as he laughed, “The look on his face! Oh it hurt. But I nearly bit through my lip trying to keep silent on the limping path to the healing wing. Didn’t take long to heal and Little Leaf just kept racing back to the archery grounds. I do love seeing our boys in their tracking and archery lessons.”

“I am glad they get along so well.”

Thranduil chuckled, “He always wanted a sibling.” In his reach over his shoulder your hand extended and he handed the wash cloth to you smoothed over his back when you’d moved behind him. Swallowing dryly he peered over his shoulder unable to help but smile at your hands smoothing over his back and shoulders then was passed back to him to clean his legs. His eyes scanned over you curiously while he added your soaps to it and paused, uncertain if you wished for him to return the action or not. Your turn however stirred another dry swallow as he slowly worked the cloth carefully over your back and shifted carefully over your shoulders and over your arms.

Once again his tongue darted out to wet his lips in your turn to face him, in his silent struggle as to what you were doing he froze when you neared him and wrapped your arm around his neck. The release of his hair clip earned a weak chuckle from him as his eyes sank to your lips at their nearness. That glance didn’t go unnoticed as your lips gently met his when you closed the distance before you moved to his side to help him rinse the cream from his hair. When his hair was rinsed he turned to help you with yours, smiling as his fingers smoothed through your silky curls, his distracted eyes missed your shift to claim a kiss from him. That kiss grew until you were helped onto his lap when he sat on the bench with a pleased hum at your hands smoothing over his sides and back while his did the same in his timid blind search of your every inch.

A single firm grip on your backside inched you closer to him drawing a muffled pleased hum from you when he accidentally brushed you against him. Your kiss didn’t pause but after your hands shifted a couple inches across his back you had shifted again. If it weren’t for your tongue in his mouth Thranduil would have smirked as he started to guide you rocking against him in your curious exploration of how every move and touch from him made you feel. Not long after your hand dipped to the muscle gliding against your stomach to gently grip it. A few hushed mental inquiries you quickly gained a muffled moan from him in his finishing just barely after yours leaving your foreheads resting together in the cherishing embrace he’d tightened you into.

Hushed endearments and loving sentiments were pressed to your skin between kisses on your way to the tub’s edge. The warm stones welcomed your feet as you sat and took turns braiding each other’s hair in a slightly giddy silence uncertain of what to say just yet. Firmly once your hand was claimed his lips met the back of your knuckles after you stood and helped each other dry. His reach for his robe however ended with you giggling as you pulled it on and trotted out of the room earning a chuckle from him.

With your clothes in hand once he pulled on his sleeping pants and walked through into the bedroom where he froze eyeing your laid back position hungrily. In a dry swallow his eyes slid over your body as the sash on his robe was just barely holding the velvet maroon layer together as the inch wide strip of skin going from your partially exposed cleavage stretched down to your left leg propped up free of the robe blocking his sight of the one part of you only he would be able to know intimately as your husband. Slowly he crossed to you at your legs teasing rock as you asked teasingly, “Are you going to stay there all night?”

The closer he got the more your leg tilted allowing him to eye the curve or your hip and thighs perfectly. On his knees he crossed the bed to rest at your feet where he purred in a lean to kiss your knee, “Of course not my Queen.” A spark shot through his eyes at your playful smirk as he purred again, “I am eternally at your service.” Starting another trail of kisses down your leg to your ankle as he raised your foot in the air earning a giggle from you as he kissed the ball of your foot. Your momentary pause and glance at the bed caused him to grip the duvet cover you were laying across to slide his fingers inside the flap to draw out a pair of flower petals, “I filled it with petals my Dearest Tingilinde. No falling out of this bed.”

Leaning forward above you his lips met yours again and he’d helped you out of his robe allowing him to fully inspect each inch of you between your hushed sounds urging your husband on even more. A single grunt from him while his fists clenched on the sheets below you as a warm trickle went down your thigh on his path to kiss you again as his fingers continued what his lips had began. With a nip at his lip once you were sated he knelt and glanced around for the pitcher and bowl of water he carried into the bath with the cloth beside it he returned and used to adoringly clean you up, adding his pants again while passing you your sleeping clothes. On his path to return the bowl, pitcher and cloth you got dressed and relaxed back watching his path back to happily climb over you to wrap you in his arms.

Under the moon and starlight you rested in each others arms between loving kisses and a hushed giggling conversation until the sunrise broke your conversation as it freed the now shoved wide open door to your room to allow your young Son to race in and leap onto the bed. Eagerly he wiggled his way into your hug and giggled helplessly as you both peppered his cheeks with kisses while Legolas entered and rested against his Father’s side tickling Estel’s sides.

#Thranduil x Reader OC #lotr #Hobbit

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hawkschickenfeet · 6 years

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Behind Closed Doors — Joe Keery

(part one of fifteen)

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Pairing(s) - Joe Keery x Fem!Reader

Warning(s) - Sexual themes, fighting, cursing, explicit content, cheating, oral sex, lying, 17+

Summary - After meeting on set for the hit television show, Stranger Things, Y/N Y/L/N befriends a sweet man, Joe Keery. Being friends for so long, Joe begins to develop intimate feelings for Y/N. The only problem is that he is in a committed relationship with Maika Monroe. Y/N and Joe begin to sneak around and become intimate with each other. What will happen when the truth gets out?

Word Count - 1.314

A/N - This fic will most likely be a slow burn, sorry.

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“Okay, just breathe, Y/N,” I say to myself. My nerves were on edge because today is the first day I would meet the cast of Stranger Things. I got notified this morning that season three would begin production this early afternoon. “Dude, chill. It’s not like you’re meeting your crush or anything,” I laugh because that’s exactly what’s happening. Joe Keery, Stranger Things’ heartthrob, he had been my crush ever since I began watching the show. It was the whole reason I even auditioned to play a part in the show. I got cast as Marci Simmons, Nancy Wheeler’s friend and Steve Harrington’s possible love interest. Straightening out my black jeans and my purple jumper, I push open the door to the studio. Immediately all eyes were on me, and of course the first ones I notice are the big brown ones belonging to Joe Keery. “Um, heya!” I say nervously, “I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L—“ I begin to say but am halted by Gaten.

“Y/N! Oh my god. We’ve been waiting to meet you for the past two weeks,” he says coming up to me to shake hands, “I love your audition tape!”

“I’m Millie,” a sweet brown haired girl greets me with welcoming arms. “That’s Noah, Caleb, Finn, Sadie, Charlie, Natalia, and Dacre,” she introduces everyone sitting in the studio, “Oh, and that’s Joe. Who clearly can’t stop drooling over,” she chuckles whispering the last part. I laugh along with her and look up at Joe, beaming a bright white smile in his direction. His cheeks go red and he smiles and waves back at me.

“Hey, c’mon I’ll show you your dressing room,” Natalia says grabbing you away from the crowd, “so...you excited to start filming? I can tell Joe and Gaten are really excited to hang with you.”

“Yeah, I am. Just really nervous, first time on set has got me quaking in fear,” I laugh.

“No need to be nervous or scared. We’re all a big family here and I’m really thrilled you’re joining us,” she smiled pulling me into a tight hug, “your costume is here and hair and makeup starts in twenty so hurry, hurry.” Natalia leaves the room giving me privacy to change into the totally retro costume on the hangers. I remove my shirt and replace it with the bright red turtle neck and then slide out of my jeans and pull on the faded overalls. Completing the look are a pair of red converse to match the turtle neck. After making sure everything was on right, I check my reflection in the mirror out. “Y/N, you look like you just stepped out of an eighties catalog,” I chuckle. On the vanity is a pair of ridiculously large gold earrings and a small chain necklace. I put them on and laugh yet again at my appearance, “Okay, lets go Marci,” I say using my character’s name for the first time. I open the door to my dressing room and walk back out into the studio. Everyone had left to get dressed, but only one other had finished. Jumping onto the couch next to them, I speak up, “hey, what’s up?”

The person looks up and just my luck, it happens to be Joe. “Hey, um, n-nice costume,” he stutters out.

“You alright, Joe? I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry,” I say guiltily.

“No, you’re fine. You just make me nervous,” he chuckles.

“Why?” I ask blushing. He smiles and in a comforting way he pats my thigh. “You’re just really pretty. Ever since I saw your casting video, I knew they would choose you,” he smiles and gets up to walk over to the hair and makeup station. By now I’m pretty sure half of America can hear how loud my heart is pounding. My crush called me, ‘pretty.’ I never thought that would happen in a million years.

“Y/N, it’s your turn for hair and makeup,” Natalia says pulling me off the couch and to a chair with my name on the back in the ‘Stranger Things’ font. I smile and take a seat and for once I feel part of the ST team. “Thanks for everything, Natalia,” I smile and hug her.

“Okay sweetie, lets turn you into Marci,” a woman with blue hair says. She pulls out a bunch of face makeup products and gets to work. She starts dabbing a bunch of foundation on my face and finishes it with a light powder. Looking in the mirror, my skin seems flawless and there isn’t a blemish I can pick out. “All done, sweetie,” she smiles and next a tall man with a bunch of brushes and pins comes to me and messes with my hair.

“Okay, so I’m gonna tease this a bit,” he says and grabs a brush and comb. He places my hair into a side pony and ties it up with a red scruncie to match the rest of my outfit. “Alright perfect, look at you Marci!” he joyfully laughs, spinning my chair around to look into the mirror. I laugh at myself, the hair makes me really look like Kelly from ‘Saved By the Bell.’ “I love it,” I laugh, the hair stylist raises his hand and I high five him. I hop out of the chair and rush back on to set where the directors and all of the crew are.

Both of the Duffer brothers welcome me over and quickly begin talking about what we’re starting with. Matt grabs my arm and begins to talk about the scene, “Okay, so we’re gonna start off at the school. You, Marci, are gonna walk into the cafeteria where all eyes turn to watch you,” Matt says. Then Ross interjects, “The main pair of eyes on you will be Steve’s, he’ll watch you and he’ll start blushing when you wave. Got it?” he smiles.

“Yup, I’m ready!” I say and I feel super excited to have my first on screen moment.

Joe runs up to me and slings an arm around my shoulders. “You excited for your first screen time?” he asks happily all nervousness from earlier seems to have dissipated from him.

“Yeah, I am. What about you pro? Stoked for season three?” I ask blushing.

“Most definitely, now that you’re part of the team,” he smiles and winks at me before heading to the lunch tables set up with Natalia, Charlie, and some of the extras.

“Alright, Y/N! Come here, I want you to stand here, then walk by the table, okay?” Ross says, “Then when Steve looks at Marci, you’ll smile at him and Steve will wink.”

I nod at Ross and walk out into the cafeteria, Matt pats my back before shouting ‘Action.’ I walk at a normal pace towards the table, cameraman following next to me, the other camera on Joe’s face and another one on mine. I beam at Joe and the camera comes slower to my face to catch my blush, and Joe winks at me. “Yes! Yes! That’s perfect, another take just to make sure,” Matt says loudly. We all get back into place and a few more takes later Matt and Ross agree that we had finished for the day.

Looking at my watch, it reads 5:30 pm. “It really took over six hours to film one scene?” I ask rhetorically. Someone jogs up to me and says, “Believe it or not, it really does take that long to film stuff. Welcome to the club,” Joe says with a big dorky grin.

“Jeez, I’ll never get used to this,” I say jokingly. Joe laughs along with me and walks back to my dressing room. He stops at my door and begins to speak again, “um, you wanna go out to dinner with me...,” he asks nervously, “with my girlfriend Maika, Y/N?”

I’m sorry, did he just say girlfriend?

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Girlfriend, excuse me Joe??

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allison-rosewood-maximoff · 6 years

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Harry Hook Mini Series -COMPLETE.

So i’ve been getting quite a few messages from people asking for more chapters (after chapter 1 or 2) So this is the master list of the series so you can read it all. I’ve nine Chapters for the series and i’m afraid the series is over now so I can’t tag you in it if it’s finished. Sorry love me anyway. G x

Chapter 1 - Let’s Blow this Popsicle Stand

Chapter 2 - The Pirate: Esme ‘The Raider’ Blackbeard

Chapter 3 - Best Friend & First Mate

Chapter 4 - Return to the Isle

Chapter 5 - Something Evil this Way Comes

Chapter 6 - Betray the Captain, Love the Friend

Chapter 7 - You Love Me & I Love You

Chapter 8 - What is Freedom Without You?

Chapter 9 - The Curse of True Love

@royalpuglife This is the Complete Series. Enjoy x

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beronicahugs · 6 years

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Not my Jacket - Part 2 - S.P

Masterlist

Part I <--- Part II ---> Part III

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“Lovely Y/n, how nice to see you again”

Penny peabody smiled at you, a wicked grin on her face. He blonde hair was straightened to perfection, as her navy blazer was crisp. The woman looked at her with wild eyes.

“You know the deal. Join the serpents, pay off your debts, and your boyfriend-”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Sorry” She sneered, “your friend, won’t get hurt”

You sighed;

“What do I have to do?”

“What’s the first rule?!” Tall boy shouted at you.

“Never show cowardice!”

You had never felt so out of place at the Whyte wyrm. The whole serpent gang was there, including fangs, Toni and jughead. They weren’t nearby because as much as they supported you, they didn’t want to make you more nervous than you were.

“What’s the forth rule?!” Tall boy shouted, louder this time.

“No serpent is left for dead!”

That’s what you were going to become. A serpent, yes, but just a dead one. One they could throw under the bus, pass off the blame of some murder or stabbing on you.

“What’s the fifth rule?!”

“A serpent never betrays his own!”

Yeah right. Complete crap if look at what happened to jugheads dad F.P.

“good! Now grab the dagger!”

You eyes trailed to where tall boy pointed. In a glass box, sat a slithering snake. a dagger stabbed into the box. The snake watched you with beady eyes. You didn't want to do it. You couldn’t...what if you di-

Your body was moving faster than your mind, your hand had reached for the dagger before your mind could even think, and two snake bites sat on your hand.

Sweet pea stayed silent. He wrapped your hand in gauss. The Whyte wyrm was still alive, music blasting and people playing pool.

You both hadn’t spoken yet. The feeling was too awkward and terrified.

Sweet pea sighed, followed by you sighing as well.

“You know I could've talk to her I co-”

“No sweet pea. She...she’s too controlling. If you had talked to her she would have wanted something in return”

“Yeah but you wouldn’t have been harmed. I would’ve”

A small bubble of joy popped in your stomach. It was nice that he cared about you, but you were just his best friend, nothing more. You tried to ignore the knot in your stomach.

“Exactly and I wouldn't be able t....” You trailed off.

‘To live with myself’ you wanted to say. But you couldn’t muster up enough courage.

“What?”

“Nothing...I just- Nothing its nothing”

It was the final stage of the initiation. All serpents were lined up, even some of the older ones. You stood there, your eyes already itching with tears, but you couldn’t cry, you had to stand tall. If you didn’t pass who knows what Penny would do.

The first punch was from tall boy, a ringing in your ears starting. Then it was fangs, who missed where his actual target was, he told you he’d hit your stomach or something, but hit your eye. All sweet pea could think of was that he was going to beat him up later. A purple bruise soon to shine in the spot. Then it was a larger set man, who punched you right in the stomach.

Punch after punch you took. If you fell down you stood back up. You had to. to protect your best friend.

Penny was there too, before she punched you, she grinned, chills being sent up your spine, and not like the ones sweet pea gave you.

She socked you right where Fangs hit you.

Then it was Sweet Pea. You could see the tears in his eyes, but he didn’t let any fall. He had to hit you good, or penny might do it for him. Closing his eyes, gripping his brass knuckles he hit your jaw.

Your knees let go, your face hit the grass. It was done.You were in the serpents. All you had to do was stand up.

You planted your feet in the ground as best you could. You stood tall,well as tall as you could, and looked at sweet pea, square in the eyes, you stuck out a hand which he shook, and penny handed you your serpents jacket.

You layed on sweet peas bed. Your head resting on his chest. You had an ice pack pressed up to your face to try and keep the swelling to a minimal.

There wasn't much to say between you two. Yours and his jackets were on the floor. You were sure there were still tear stains on his t-shirt.

Sweet pea hummed.

“I guess we’re now the serpent duo”

Y/n thought about it...”Maybe we’re more?”

Sweet pea looked down at you, seeing your eyes sparkle.

“Like....a couple?” his hands were clammy as he said it.

“Yeah” You smiled. It was a broken smile, but still a smile.

"like a couple P”

Sweet pea swallowed. He looked down at her. The way her head rested against him. Her breathing was calm despite everything she had gone through the past two weeks. Overtime she looked at him her eyes lit up, and the same for him.

“I think I love you”

you looked up at him, “You..love me”

“Yeah...Ive always known...I just wasn't sure if you felt the same..”

“Of course I feel the same...We’re in this together”

You played with his fingers, grinning up at him.

You reached up and gave him a small kiss, before it turned into a more heated one, your hands went to his hair, as his hands went to your waist. You smiled while he kissed you jaw. “I’m sorry about this ugly bruise I caused babe”

“it’s fine...just don’t do it again I prefer your kisses”

You both laughed, before sweet pea went in for a kiss again. You sat up a little bit more before lying on top of him, but he didn’t mind. He dug his hands into your hips, as you stretched you hands behind his neck. You both stopped to catch your breathe. Sweet pea looked at you like you were the only person in the world, and you smiled at him. Just as his lips touched yours again, your phone rang.

You both groaned. “Fuckin’ hell I swear if that’s fangs” you heard sweet pea mumble. You slid off of his bed before grabbing your phone from your jacket.

Unknown.

You pressed the phone to your ear. “Hello?”

Sweet pea slid behind you. Neck nuzzled into your neck, he started to give you hickies as he tried to listen into the conversation.

“Hello Y/n this is Penny. Your debt isn’t fully paid”

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angelstrenchcoat-67 · 6 years

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Matchmakers

Pairing: Alex x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Jealous Alex, fluff

Series Summary: Since I joined the cast of Supernatural, 5 years ago, they have made it their mission to find me a boyfriend, but things haven’t been exactly easy. But when a new face joins the cast, the Padaleckis, the Ackles, and the Collins take it upon themselves to use the hiatus to become matchmakers.

PART 9

"I want you to bring him back by nine" Misha stops us right as we are going out.

"Leave them alone" Vicky rolls her eyes then looks back at us with a sweet smile on her face. "Enjoy the night guys"

"Use protection" Jared taps Alex on the shoulder but winces when Gen walks by, pinching his side.

"Don't be annoying" Gen scolds him.

"But if you don't, name the kid after me" Jensen comes in with a sandwich in his hand. Well, mostly in his mouth.

"Okay, we are just gonna go" Alex opens the door, letting me walk out first.

"Bye" I wave back before walking out, Alex right behind me.

He hurries pass me to open up the car door for me. "My lady"

"Oh, thank you" I kiss him on the cheek before stepping inside the car. "If you behave, you'll get more of those"

"And what do I have to do for more of this?" He bends down to kiss me on the lips and without waiting for me to react, he pulls back.

"You are such a dork" I giggle as he just winks at me before closing the door of my side.

He runs back to the other side, climbing with a huge smile on his face.

"Someone is excited" I grin as he starts he car.

"I've been wanting to ask you out for a while now" He admits, a pink shade over his cheeks.

"Why did you never asked?" I frown, placing my hand over his knee.

"I just never thought you'd agree" He looks at me shyly before turning back at the road.

"Really? We were always flirting" I chuckle, giving him a little squeeze.

"Yeah but I wasn't sure, I thought you were just joking around" He bites the side of his lip and I try to hold myself back from kissing him.

"Well, better late than never" I look out the window as we drive by an amazing view of the sunset.

"So, it's too early for dinner so do you want to get some frozen yogurt before?"

"Yes, sounds great" I nod as he grabs my hand that's resting on his knee.

We drive for a couple of minutes, exchanging a few smiles and giggles as he catches me staring at his gorgeous face.

Alex stops the car in front of a frozen yogurt stand but there is nowhere to park. "Why don't you go ordering while I look for a place to park?"

"What do you want?" I ask him as I pick up my bag from the floor of the car.

"Just get me whatever you are getting" He smiles before giving me a quick kiss.

I get off the car and thankfully the shop is not too crowded. As I wait in line, I notice there's a group of girls staring at me, whispering between themselves.

"Excuse me" One of them steps a little closer. "Can we get a picture?"

"Absolutely" I give them a bright smile as they all move closer to me.

We take a couple of selfies and I sign a few things they have in hand like a napkin or their phone cases. They start asking a few questions so I decide to send Jared a text to see if he can send me a video of him alongside Jensen and Misha saying hi. Like a minute goes by and then I receive it so I show it to the girls. With a big thank you, they walk away, thankfully not gathering too much attention from other people.

I order two frozen yogurts with my favorite fruits and treats and I go sit by a empty table as I see Alex walking towards me, running his hand through his hair.

"Hey there handsome" I give him a wink as he pulls the chair next to me. "Here you go"

He grabs his cup, giving me a quick kiss before leaning back on his chair. "Thanks"

"So, do you think we should talk to Eric and Rob and the others?" I ask, bringing the spoon to my mouth.

"Do you want to?" Alex looks at me, placing the cup on the table. "Because we have to be sure because it'll be like becoming a serious thing"

The words sting a little more that I thought they would. Does he not want it to be like a serious thing?

"That came out wrong" Alex closes his eyes then opens them to find me looking at the floor. "Hey, look at me"

He grabs my hand so I bring my eyes up to meet his. "I told you before, I like you and I want this to be a serious thing. This is not just a hiatus fling, I'm in this, I just want to be sure that you are"

"I am, I really like you and I want to see where this gets us" I feel my breath coming back to its normal state.

"Then we'll talk to them when we find the time" He gives my hand a light squeeze. "We just have to make sure no paparazzi catches us"

"We'll have to cross our fingers for that one"

"I just think they should make Blaire and Jack a thing" Alex laughs as he deeps his fork on the cheesecake we are sharing.

"I think you just want an excuse to kiss me more" I smile cheekily, bringing a piece of dessert to my mouth.

"Maybe" He leans in to kiss me, a grin spread across his face.

"Y/N?" Someone interrupts us before I can even lean in. I turn back only to find someone I never thought I'd see.

"Trent?" I gasp, standing up to hug the blonde haired guy in front of me.

"How've you been?" Trent asks me as I take a step back.

"Great, I'm doing amazing" I smile, blushing a little.

"Yeah! I started watching that show you are in just so I could see you" He stares at me for a couple of seconds before speaking again. "You are looking as beautiful as always"

"Ahem" Alex's voice makes me snap back.

"Oh, sorry!" I turn back to Alex. "Alex this is Trent, a high school friend. Trent this is Alex, my-"

"Oh, you are her coworker" Trent stretches his hand to shake Alex's.

"I'm actually the boyfriend" Alex forces a smile as he extends his hands.

He is my what?

"Oh" Trent swallows before turning back to me. "And what are you doing here?"

"We are just on vacations with a some of the cast" I sit down back at my chair as Trent pulls one from a near by table. "And you?"

"My sister's wedding" He replies as I notice Alex roll his eyes.

"Wait, Miranda is getting married?" I beam, remembering when I used to go shopping with her.

"Yeah, the whole family is here" He leans in, a little closer than usual. "You should come with me one day to see them before we leave"

"We have a pretty busy schedule so I don't think that'd be possible" Alex steps in, playing with his straw.

"We only have a few days left but thanks" I look back at Trent as he and Alex share a look I can't read.

"Mom really misses you" Trent places a hand on my arm. "She says that you will always be her favorite daughter in law"

Alex chokes a little as he places his glass back on the table. "You two dated?"

"We were a thing through high school but we broke up because we had to go to different colleges but we remained good friends" I explain to him but Trent immediately jumps in.

"We were voted most likely to get married" He gives Alex a cocky smile before turning to me. "I can't believe we ran into each other"

"How lucky" Alex gives him a forced smile before leaning back in his chair, not meeting my eyes.

"And how's your mom?" Trent asks, trying to keep up the conversation.

"Alex" I poke his side as he stares at the road.

"Hmm?" He doesn't even look at me, just stretches his neck to the side a little.

"Why are you so quiet?" I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Nothing" He mutters so I start placing light kisses on his cheek then on his jaw and on the side of his mouth.

"Tell me" I insist, moving so that I can kiss his lips.

"Were you really voted most likely to get married?" He asks, biting the inside of his cheeks.

"You are jealous" I laugh so his face goes hard again.

"Whatever" He growls, holding the wheel even harder than before.

"Babe" I smile, sitting straighter. "It was high school, besides I didn't know you back then otherwise I would have been all over you"

"You are looking as beautiful as always" Alex mocks him, doing a funny face. "What a pretentious dick"

"Aleex" I grin, pulling one of his hands from the wheel to hold it between mine. "You don't have to be jealous"

"He took all of your attention" His voice gets a little rougher so I know he is not joking anymore. "It was supposed to be our first date"

"You are right, I'm sorry" I bring his hand to my lips to kiss it slightly. "I'll make it up to you"

"Jealousy is not a really nice feeling" He pulls over at the entrance of the house.

"Tell me about it" I roll my eyes, remembering the day at the beach. "Seeing those girls at the beach with their arms around you wasn't exactly my cup of tea"

"Wait, you were jealous?" He is the one smirking this time.

"Shut up" I try to stop the grin forming on my face as he leans in to kiss me. "Hey, you called yourself my boyfriend"

"I did not" He huffs, turning off the car. "You are imagining things"

"Alex" I shove him away but he moves closer anyway.

"It just felt natural" He looks back at me a little nervously. "I'm sorry"

"You were trying to mark your territory like some sort of dog but I forgive you" I squeeze his hand before noticing Misha is staring at us through the window as Jared turns the lights on and off.

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So sorry Chapter 9 took me so long but I had a lot of things going on in the last couple of days so I wasn’t getting any chance to write. Hope you like this.

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becauseiwontwriteabook · 6 years

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“Vulnerable” Sweet Pea imagine part four

A/N: Sorry I used forever to upload, but I’m coming back strong now <3

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Five (final)

Y/N had never been so nervous, she had seen Sweet Pea at school, but except from shared grins from one time to another… they never really talked. They had exchanged numbers the night before and the school day had come and gone. She thought Sweet Pea lived in a trailer, but she found herself in front of a two story house. It was a bit run down, but cute enough.

Sweet Pea’s room was kind of awesome. Posters of different bands decorated the wall and an el-guitar was placed by his bedside. His knifes were neatly placed on a shelf, except from his favorite, the one he carried on him at all times. Weights laid on the floor and usually there’d be a lot of clothes laying around as well, but he had made an effort since he knew she was coming over. He watched her take it all in.

The boy was confusing to her, sometimes he’d be a total dickhead, in a passionate and honest way if that makes any sense. Other times he’d be quiet and closed off completely. Now however, he was careful and considerate.

The pair sat down on his bed and tried to learn more about each other. They talked about everything. School, friends, hobbies. SP likes to play the guitar it seemed. The paper scattering the desk of his room told her he liked to write as well, but they never spoke of that. Never once did she think about her ex. He was long forgotten it seemed. The conversation was easy and engaging. SP was so interesting, she almost forgot her ex-boyfriend even existed.

Yet complications surfaced once they reached the subject of his gang. The serpents.

“I could never be a serpent.”

SP gazed at her, he wasn’t surprised that she felt that way, she was after all an outsider, but he hadn’t thought she’d be so blunt about it.

“Seriously, you wouldn’t even try?”

“No, I don’t think that the serpents community would do me any good.”

SP breathed out, and felt a swelling in his throat. He just shook his head. Moved his body away from her in annoyance.

“Just as I thought, we truly are too different from each other.”

~~~

Sweet Pea was fuming with anger, he had hoped she would care enough to try, but he was mistaken. So he had gone to the Whyte Whyrm, because what else is there to do? And took a few drinks to call his nerves. He hadn’t been for more than a little while when Toni came to release the bartender and work her shift.

“A bit early for you don’t you think?” She asked him, more of an attempt to be funny. He gazed at the watch on the wall. It was only five o’clock.

“Not today,” he replied and took another shot. Toni didn’t think much of it and took away the empty shot glass. She realized he had several drinks lined up.

“Okay, what’s going on with you?”

“Nothing,” Sweet Pea replied. Not in the mood for a touchy-feely conversation with Toni at the moment.

“Bullshit.” She gave him a look and placed a hand on her hip, expectantly. Another serpent approached to get himself a drink, but Toni waved him away, as if saying not right now. Sweet Pea didn’t elaborate and took another drink instead. Toni was quick to remove his last shot away before he could reach for it.

“What the hell Toni?”

“You tell me what’s wrong and I’ll give it back, hell, I’ll even pay for it. But if you don’t start talking right now I’m cutting you off.”

“It’s about Y/N, okay?” He said, utterly defeated.

“I knew it!”

“Can I have my drink back now?”

“Nope. Now what about her?” Toni leant down on the bar, listening closely.

“She said she didn’t want to be a serpent,” SP said, seemingly disappointed. Toni snorted in reply.

“And?”

“And what?” He replied in a strained voice. “You know how much this community means to me, how much it means to you. I wish she’d give it a shot too.”

“Did you guys work it out?”

“Huh?”

“Did you talk about it? Fuck SP, what did you do?”

“I… left.”

“Left her how exactly?”

“At home, when she said she didn’t want to do the initiation, I told her that we were different… too different for each other and that she should go home. After that I just walked away.”

“Not to be insensitive here SP,” Toni said, and smiled sarcastically, as if she knew something he didn’t, “but you’re kind of a douche.”

“How? How am I the dickhead here?” He asked, using his hands excessively, as if he couldn’t comprehend what he had done wrong.

“When she said she didn’t want to be a serpent, she meant she didn’t want to do the initiation.”

“What’s the difference?” He asked.

“The difference is, that the girl you are with or were with has strong opinions on the female initiation process, and until it is outlawed, she won’t take part in this.”

“Is this what it’s about? The stupid snake dance?”

“In case you don’t remember, she’s a minor, we’re all minors. This is in no way acceptable behavior. We’re supposed to be a family, a close-knit community. Do you think she will trust these guys after they objectify her, or any other girl? No, and she’s well aware of it. So unless you have any plans to outlaw the initiation anytime soon, she’s not taking part of this.” Toni took a breath and a small pause before she continued. “I support her decision and honestly… you should too.”

Toni pushed the drink back to Sweet Pea and went to give the serpent she had waved away a free drink for his troubles. Whereas Sweet Pea continued to sit in his seat. After a moment of debating in his head, he reached for the phone in his pocket. He tried to call her, but she didn’t reply. Okay, that seems fair. Then he texted her, but oh god, what was he supposed to say. This wasn’t the time for a lame three worded text. He realized he had to go all out, otherwise he might have just ended what hadn’t even begun yet.

Y/N, I’m sorry about earlier, and I hope we can talk about what we both said. I realize that I didn’t hear you out, and that you probably have reasons to support your choice. Whatever you decide to do, I will support you. I’m well aware that there’s no excuse to my behavior, and I don’t expect you to think it’s okay. I just hope my stupid behavior can be forgiven. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time.

The reply came in the matter of seconds.

Just be glad you have a few redeeming qualities.

Sweet Pea grinned.

Can we meet up?

Tomorrow.

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bectheanxiousravenclaw · 6 years

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The PodSquad: A Short Story

Once upon a time, in a land called Tumblr, there was a village called Riverdale. In this once peaceful village, a war broke out between the North side and the South side. A brave, dashing young knight of the South side, Sir Sweet Pea, caught the attention of many of the women throughout the village. These Ladies of Tumblr found themselves drawn together by their love and admiration for Sweet Pea. In their mutual appreciation, they decided to band together to support him. Thus, Sweet Peas Pod Squad was born.

The Pod Squad started last November as a way for the women to talk about their love for Sweet Pea. They discussed their favorite stories about him. They discussed theories about what would happen in Riverdale. They discussed how attractive he looked in his leather armor. But over time, the Pod Squad changed. It wasn’t just a group chat to discuss a man. It became a family, a group of women supporting each other above anything else.

The Pod Squad became a safe place for the women to talk about any and everything. The women talked about their plans for their futures, as well as the struggles of their pasts. The Pod Squad went from a group that loved Sir Sweet Pea to a family that looks out for one another. When one member lost a family member, the other members were there for her. When one members boyfriend broke up with her, the other members were there to help put a smile on her face. When one member is having a bad day, they are always there with a picture or a joke or something to make their day better.

What started out of mutual love of Sweet Pea evolved into something so much greater: a family. And they lived happily ever after.

The End

The moral of my little fairy tale is that the Pod Squad was started (over two months ago) as a group chat devoted to a shared love of a fictional character, as well as the actor that plays him. Through our chat, we evolved from a fan club into a close group of friends, a family even. We discuss everything from politics, race, and religion to Star Wars, exams, and yes, how good Sebastian Stan looks in a tux. I don’t care if you don’t like a character. I don’t care what you post on your blog. What I do care about are the women in the Pod Squad. They are an amazing group of women and I have come to call them my best friends. So if you are attacking one of us, you are attacking us all. We will back each other up 100% and stand hand in hand fighting for each other.

After all, Rule #1 of the Pod Squad “Pod Squad protects and looks out for each other”

I love you awesome nerds <3

@sprinklesandsugarcubes @kytty27 @serpent-princess @randomnesss-of-fandomness @rivedale @melancholicserpent @podsquads-sinns @flnncole @sweetest-serpent @ssouthside-serpentss @allison-rosewood-maximoff @southsidepea @kneesheee

#sweetpeaspodsquad

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Sneeze pt 18

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4 - Pt 5 - Pt 6 - Pt 7 - Pt 8 - Pt 9 - Pt 10 - Pt 11 - Pt 12 - Pt 13 - Pt 14 - Pt 15 - Pt 16 - Pt 17

Bagginshield baby otw, double wedding and tons of fluff. Kinda borrowed and tweaked quotes from Jurassic Park and Lord of the Rings.

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“You just-.”

In the distant corner of the castle you heard Bilbo’s voice ring out through the muddle of voices before Thorin retorted, “I am not nearly drunk enough to believe that. Neither are you.”

His foot stamped causing you chin to tilt as your ear twitched at his firing back, “I am carrying our Fauntlings Thorin, I can’t drink, you know that!”

Dain chuckled before a tipsy slur slipped from his lips, “Aye, and I’ve grown a good foot through my travels!” On your knees now Thranduil, Legolas and Celeborn all sat up watching your path to your closet to fetch your dress again.

With his huff in the distance you could picture Bilbo’s eyes narrowing while his arms crossed over his chest as you re-entered the room laying Thranduil’s long silver robe and sunflower coated wrap on the bed while your other hand secured your dress across your chest. Meeting Thranduil’s curious smile you stated, “Lover’s tiff downstairs.” To which Thranduil nodded and you added, “Have to go settle this.” Turning your back to Celeborn his smile grew again accepting the task of helping you secure the row of buttons down your back as Legolas fetched your rose gold circlet to ease over your long braid while Thranduil added his shirts and boots again before Legolas helped him add his crown.

Hall after hall they heard the discussion growing until your entrance split the crowd as Bilbo gave a proud smirk to his intended and waved his hand in your direction stating, “Ask her then!”

Thorin’s head turned as you approached before he gave a disbelieving chuckle and cockily stated, “Jaqi, perhaps you can settle this. My Love here is inclined to keep insisting he is carrying our Pebble.”

Your head nodded as you glanced between them to state, “He’s not.” Thorin nodded cockily towards Bilbo then darted his head back in your direction when you stated, “He’s obviously carrying twins.”

All Dwarven eyes were on you as Dain gave a giddy laugh extending a finger at you as Thorin’s Parents, Grandmother and Siblings inched closer to you eyeing Bilbo and you curiously before Thorin asked, “What?!”

An easy smile slid onto your lips at Bilbo’s eye roll and head shaking while you stated, “Dwarves are taught that you’re formed from the same stuff Mountains are correct?” Thorin and the others nodded, “Well coating those mountains are random bushes, clumps of flowers and the random massive tree, Hobbits are formed from the same stuff. Just as stubborn and disbelieving of the very elements placed there to hinder their growth. But one thing you learn from living among Hobbits is Life and Love find a way.” Your eyes scanned over the still confused Dwarves as the smiling Hobbits nodded as you heard Estel grumbling as the guards from his room escorted him down to join the noisy party again that had woken him.

“Through their lives Male Hobbits, once reaching maturity, their bodies slowly shift through a few months through their first season of fertility, that fall their bodies shift back. After that their bodies only shift when they are meant to carry children.” With parted lips they eyed Bilbo again as Thorin’s misty eyes lowered to the small pudgy middle on his intended he was so pleased to have brought back upon their return, publicly showing his ability to keep his future Husband in such comfort. “Hobbits, even in a few cases have been able to carry children before meeting their Ones, their kin give birth when they are meant to. If you still need a few examples you could speak with the Gamgees, both Mr and Mrs Gamgee are expecting now.”

Their heads turned to the proud round Mr Gamgee, having already undone his outer vest to raise up the hem of his shirt exposing the clear proof to all Dwarves nearby as Mrs Gamgee rubbed her own smaller bump. Wetting his lips Thorin caught your eye asking after clearing his throat, “How, the birth?”

Your smile flinched back as you answered, “Through the second trimester Bilbo’s body will slowly shift readying for the Fauntlings. He won’t be overly feminine, but he will be able to give birth easily and nurse after for the usual few months as he shifts back again. Something I thought you’d understand, after all your own Uncle Fundin and his Husband went through the same thing. How’d you imagine those two came into the world, even Dwarves shift when needed.” Briefly you pointed at Balin and Dwalin who’s brows furrowed trying to remember their Father’s they had lost so young and the tales of their courting and marriage. With a confirming nod Thrain caught his Son’s eye before eying the small bump containing his future Grandchildren.

A gentle hand curled around Thorin’s wrist drawing his eyes to the rounded middle forming a small bump under the now opened outer vest Bilbo had unbuttoned allowing Thorin’s first tear to streak down his cheek realizing the clear circle slowly growing. In a broken whisper Thorin’s pled, “You’re carrying our Pebbles?”

Bilbo nodded and chuckled at the firm hug he was pulled into as you stated, “Should be here near the end of summer.”

Turning his head to meet your gaze Thorin pulled back to ask, “How long have you known?”

Bilbo, “I told you at Beorns, after our, stay, in Rivendell. You complimented me on my rounded form, I thought you understood.”

Thorin’s brow rose, “I thought you were joking, our kin rarely shift, if ever.”

Bilbo’s finger tapped his intended’s nose, “Well, one thing not to joke about for Hobbits is Fauntlings, or Pebbles, as you refer to them.”

Turning his head to meet your eye Thorin’s lips parted to request, “Marry us.”

In a glance down at you from your side Thranduil’s lips eased into a soft smile at your shoulders shifting through your pleased twist from side to side your body gave as you stated, “I’ll need your courting ax.”

With a nod Thorin turned to his table behind him accepting the ax formerly propped against the side of it from the smiling Kili and his beaming Brother beside him before he turned offering it to you. Gripping it in your hand you nodded saying, “Alright, Crowns off, and onto the steps over there.” The pair of them complied as all the Dwarves and Hobbits wove together claiming their own places as the giddily giggling Gandalf lowered into the chair Elrond had forced him into with an exhausted huff. Moving to the side as you hopped onto the top step as everyone gathered around giddily with Thranduil eyeing you lovingly, silently hoping you would agree to a quick set of vows as well.

Face to face the blushing pair each holding their left hands palms down on the other’s right hand palm facing up as Bilbo’s feet shifted closer together at the end of the step Thorin was standing at the end of to make them the same height. Gently you set the ax with the head diagonally across their shoulders with the blade resting on Thorin’s, as per Dwarven tradition facing it towards the giver marking their trust towards their Love. “War must be, while we defend our lives against any destroyer; do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. Love only that which they defend. This ax signifies the protection and willingness to defend your One through any perils or darkness descending, with trust binding you together. With palms extended offering all you have and will be gifted, promising to remain within arms reach no matter what comes your way guiding each other in the crossing back to peace again.”

Locking eyes lovingly with the pair of removed head dresses behind them in the palms of Bilbo’s Sister and Frerin looking on as you started the ceremony presenting the pair.

Through the greetings smiles grew as you recited the Ancient Dwarvish blessing for the pair before shifting into a Hobbitish one before Balin brought up the pair of rings he had been carrying around knowing they would end up in this very situation eventually at their shared impatience.

After the finalizing of the traditional vows as you moved the ax to be propped up between them with their right hands as they swapped the soppiest most blush inducing vows nearly drawing you to a giant puddle of giggles. But nowhere as bad as Bilbo and his bright red state from his heart eyed giant puddle of Dwarf King praising his each element of his being after Bilbo’s slightly more reigned in but just as emotional unloading for just this once in public. With the swapping of rings a near tackling kiss was ensued as you granted them permission.

Covering your face you giggled as they nearly collapsed onto the ground while the crowd cheered wildly before Dwalin approached lifting them onto their feet mid laugh so they could draw in a breath and face the cheering crowd as you lowered their crowns in place. “I now present Thorin Oakenshield King Under the Mountain and Bilbo Baggins King Consort.” The cheers sounded again as they beamed brightly and glanced back at you when you nudged their backs as the Dwarven band turned to claim their places. Blushing grins grew between them as Thorin led his Husband onto the floor for their first dance while you turned to Estel who was passed into your arms nestling his head against your chin and chest watching their hushed conversation.

Slowly they were soon joined by more couples on the floor awaiting their dancing to start, while you stepped back to Celeborn and Thranduil’s side where your gentle cooing at your Son halted as the loving newlyweds spotted his pointing at you and your intended widening their grins.

Across the room a clear shout sounded from Thorin, “I’m certain Lord Elrond can manage your ceremony as well Jaqi!” Your eyes met his, missing Thranduil’s creeping grin matching the men around you as well as Estel’s hopeful look up at you, “We’re all here, might as well make it a double. We can always do the double reception in Erebor after, since we’ve already handled the wedding and you’ve presented us both to rank.”

Your lips parted only to look down at Estel as he pled softly, “Please Naneth?”

Raising your eyes you met Thranduil’s with a playful glare, “You put him up to this.”

He shook his head as Celeborn chuckled then stated, “Pear,” your head turned and you eyed his growing smile, “We’re all here, you’re all dressed. We can always have another fuller service later with everyone else, it’s how me and your Naneth tied our bond. You don’t seem the type to start in an explosive celebration. Few minutes of attention then you slip away again.”

Rolling your eyes they landed on Thranduil again as he released his lower lip through Legolas claiming Estel while the King said, “We could still wait till morning, if you’d prefer.” With a sigh your eyes turned to Elrond who joined his Children on approaching you to claim your circlet and his crown while Legolas slipped a small velvet pouch from his pocket he passed to Estel. Softly giggling the pair followed you back to the center of the raised section of the floor while everyone grouped up at the Company’s announcement of the second ceremony widening their smiles.

In the mix of faces gold pouches were traded subtly below the waist through the crowd as Elrond drew a silken scarf traditional for Elven unions he’d saved from his own small ceremony at Celebrian’s wish to have a small service herself. Offering your palms out your left hands were wrapped in the scarf as Elrond gave the traditional opening.

Soon you had to bite your lip at the second set of bell coated scarves Elrond’s Sons wrapped around you through the swapping of vows. Thankfully for you Elven ceremonies were short, ending with the trading of rings, yours being coated in more of the same shimmering Jewels of Lasgalen around deep emeralds around a large pale blue stone, with a matching jewel coated wedding band forming woven antlers extending to your knuckle matching his larger ring with a large purple stone in the center. Your anticipated playful glare came with Thranduil’s loving gaze deepening through your nearly tear filled gaze at his incredible gifted ring.

Locked in your bound state you listened to the closing recitation while Estel and Legolas claimed the task of removing your bindings before a muffled giggle came from you in the loud eruption of cheers through Thranduil’s cupping your cheeks in the passionate kiss. With another smile and struggle against your joint blush you both joined Bilbo and Thorin on the dance floor claiming a joint first dance after your re-crowning. Rolling your eyes up at Thranduil you mumbled, “Just what will you be staging next?”

His grin grew through his chuckle and reply, “Oh, that My Love, is not to be shared just yet. Some fine detailing left still.”

With a sigh your head rested against his chest making him chuckle again at your mumbling, “You are simply incorrigible Duil.”

Deepening his smile he leaned in to purr against your ear, “Part of what you love in me Dearest Tingilinde. Of that, I’m certain.”

When you pulled back again your eyes met and he watched your playful smirk, “And just what is it, I wonder, to have been so appealing to you about me?”

In a low chuckle after your lift and spin he curled his arm around your back through the next two passes as you turned away from him, still holding your close in the hand hold across your middle through the traditional newlyweds dance shared by your cultures. Purring lowly against your ear he replied, “From the first moment I saw you I remembered what it felt like to breathe again. Ages I’ve been holding my breath without knowing it. My Dearest Love, you light a fire in me with a single glance, and your smile, steals the very breath you brought back to me. And your laugh-.”

Rolling your eyes you turned again with a giggle meeting his gaze for the next spin as he eyed your blush, “Alright, I get it.”

Locked in a deepening loving gaze into your eyes he smiled wider after releasing his lip from between his teeth to purr playfully again, “Blush all you wish. I’ll pause for now, but there is still so many things I have yet to list on my reasons for loving you. I assure you, I will finish it later,” leaning in through your next turn he added, “When we’re alone again, with you in my arms.”

As the dance ended you bit your lip and turned your head spotting Estel’s large yawn and head drooping against Legolas’ shoulder bringing a smile to his new Brother’s face. In a tilt of his head Legolas turned towards the door to go take him back upstairs to his room to snuggle with him, ensuring he got enough rest. Turning your head your eyes met Celeborn’s and you stole a peck on Duil’s cheek gaining a chuckle from him as he claimed Arwen’s hand for a dance as you drew your Father into the mix.

The large smile on his face grew as he held you tightly pressing a kiss to your forehead and whispering, “I am so happy for you little Pear. I can’t wait to see your lives unfold, and our family grow.” Curling his arms tighter around you through your lean against his chest he added, “And I know your Naneth and Celbrian will not mind at all waiting until the larger service, where they both play a larger part.”

“You’re sure they won’t mind?”

He chuckled softly leading you through a spin, “My precious Pear, we all will have a great deal of stress and pain brought up through our kin returning. We need to group together, and see our way through the re-homing and settling again.”

With a smirk you replied, “I suppose we all get to watch you and Elrond woo your Ones again then.”

Widening his smile as he chuckled softly, “I suppose you will.” Stealing another peck on your forehead he added, “And don’t you worry, we both will be focusing on you and Estel for quite some time,” his smile grew adding, “Along with any other Little Ones coming along the way.”

With a soft giggle you rolled your eyes, “That, it’s been, we just rebuilt, homed Estel, Duil has an heir already anyways, we can wait.”

Celeborn chuckled again, “As do you. When it happens we will all be thrilled to meet them.”

With a giggle you repeated, “Them. Hmm.” Making him chuckle again as you hugged him tightly as he led you through the last few passes of the dance.

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With a brow raised Thranduil walked through the Palace eyeing his Elk prancing through the main hall through the crowd of Dwarves milling about in the last string of dancing all curiously following the creature along with the barefoot King in his loose pale blue shirt over his sleeping pants without his crown. Waking alone to a vague note of ‘Come Find Me’ he couldn’t help but smirk eyeing the bunnies in the main garden on his right all hopping in circles hard enough to leave prints in the soft grass. Facing forward again he eyed the grassy courtyard his Elk made a circle in joining the white stallion Legolas claimed.

Seated in the center of the garden Celeborn was chuckling eyeing the group of raccoons also pouncing their way through the grass around him forming their own trails before moving through the Palace towards the next courtyard and gardens around it. A soft chuckle came from Thranduil as he eyed the source of the rustling coming from the bushes behind him after his eyeing the mixed group of tracks. In a firm pounce Estel landed and giggled as he followed the tracks from the bunnies as Legolas smiled at his Father through his Brother’s calling out, “I got the bunnies! You take the raccoons!”

Chuckling softly Thranduil nodded after Legolas stated, “Tracking lessons.”

Joining Celeborn’s side when he stood up, Thranduil asked, “You haven’t seen Jaqi have you?”

Celeborn chuckled, smiling at his friend, “I believe you are supposed to do the searching.”

Playfully he nodded and eyed his friend before continuing his search as Celeborn joined him with a growing smile. Two gardens later Thranduil smiled eyeing the crouched stance Estel was in peering through the bushes at the large Elk flicking his ears knowingly and feigning aloofness as he sniffed a low hanging flower from a vine dangling from a branch above him. Nipping at his lip Estel gripped the small pouch tied to his belt, releasing it and tossing it into the air above the Elk’s head scattering the petals from inside as he called out, “Got you!”

In an exaggerated bellow the Elk staggered in a zig zag before dropping to his knees and falling to his side as Thranduil covered his face at the dramatic flop of its tongue as he faked his last breath. At the King’s side Celeborn laughed as the Elves and Dwarves clapped for him as Legolas ran into the clearing calling out, “They’re after me!” Then hoped over the bushes to hide behind them.

With a giggle Estel hopped behind the Elk then waited with another pouch in hand he soon released into the air coating the raccoons who all joined the Elk in dramatic turns on their rear feet gripping their tiny chests before flopping on their back gaining more laughter as Estel giggled. Then he ran out to pet each of the peeking animals thanking them for the help in his lesson before his eyes went wide and he patted his waist eyeing the bunny tracks he’d gotten side tracked from.

In a glance up he eyed Legolas’ empty belt as well when he stood, before a group of pounces landed on the pair. Soon they were flat on the ground under the pile of bunnies that soon settled around them as Thranduil spotted a random berry on the ground not far from another. Smirking curiously he turned his head watching his Elk hopping up and prancing away before he followed the trail as Estel sprinted off through the bushes again with Legolas right after him. Squinting his eyes Thranduil paused in the open clearing that was eerily quiet as the Elk trotted through the grassy clearing around him avoiding his gaze intentionally.

Raising a brow he eyed the clearing absent of any berries then glanced up in time to see Estel swing from his grip on the side of the Elk’s neck to release the folded blanket of leaves scattering around Thranduil as Celeborn eyed Legolas in his downward swing from the branch above his chuckling Father to drop a massive flower crown onto his head. Peering up he missed the creeping circle you crawled around the bushes behind him only to turn himself to inspect the bushes with a smirk of his own after hearing rustling from them.

Flatly his smirk fell as he sat back on his legs curiously looking up at his Elk that just dumped a basket’s worth of leaves from his antlers onto him before turning his head as a wrap was draped around him. With a bursting laugh he wrapped his arms around you when you pecked him on the cheek as Legolas and Estel both joined you in the group hug the Elk his bumped Celeborn into drawing a laugh from him as Elrond and his children quickly joined in with a flower crown for everyone else.

At your parting another wave of leaves showered around you and your laugh was heard loudly at the younger Durins tackling you into a rolling hugging pile of their own before racing off in a challenging game of tracking they were startled to be tackled by you and Estel far sooner than they anticipated. The game ended with all of you laying in a giggling and panting pile in one of your gardens before breakfast was called out by Thorin, still snuggling with his Husband and led you all to the meal before you all split up to bathe and change.

Loosening the ribbon securing your braid you passed through the doorway Duil held for you to your room and towards the hot spring fueled bath he set towels out beside it then joined you in choosing a change of clothes admiring the snowflake design on the new wrap. His smile grew at your giggle before you said, “I had a hunch you would try and spring another gift on me.”

Smiling wider he caught your eye, turning to approach you claiming a loving kiss, “Thank you, I love it. I’ll let you bathe first.”

You nodded carrying your belongings into the bath as he combed through his knotted hair while he filled up the kettle for some tea for you both through his wait for his own turn, stealing glances at his new ring as he did widening his smile.

pt 19

#Thranduil x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr

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hawkschickenfeet · 6 years

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Behind Closed Doors - Chapter Two

(part two of fifteen)

{gif is not mine} [creds to owner]

Chapter One , Chapter Two ,

Pairing(s) - Joe Keery x Fem!Reader

Warning(s) - Sexual themes, unprotected sex, fighting, cursing, explicit content, cheating, oral sex, lying, 17+

A/N - irl, i don’t have a problem with Maika. so chill , and don’t send any hate , thanks. And i wanted this to be slow burn , but I just can’t do it man . so if you’re upset about how fast things moved ‘OH🐳’

Word Count - 2.188

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Previously:

I’m sorry, did he just say girlfriend?

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“Your what now?” I ask shocked. “My girlfriend. Dacre is coming with us too. So I thought you might wanna join us, get to know everyone a bit more,” Joe said scratching the back of his neck, obviously lying. “I’d love to, but I’m quite tired honestly. Such a long day, ya know?” I said coming up with a lame excuse to get out of this situation. “Yeah, yeah. I totally understand,” he says disappointedly, “See you Friday on set.”

It had been two weeks since that awkward moment. Now here I was sitting in my directors chair watching Joe and Maika giggle and steal kisses with one another. I huff in annoyance at the two love birds, “Are you alright, Y/N?” Dacre asks worriedly from beside me. “Yeah, just not feeling well,” I lie, faking a smile at the Australian beauty that I became close with in these few weeks. “You don’t have to lie, I know that it’s bothering you,” he says sympathy evident in his voice, “C’mon, come out back with me for a smoke.” I get up and follow Dacre outside, he hands me a cigarette and I politely accept. “Man, I don’t even smoke but everything’s got me so irritated, D. Things were going so well the first day on set, ya know?” he nods his head listening to me ramble on, “Joe was all sweet and flirtatious and then, bam! Out of nowhere he mentions a girlfriend. And boy was I not expecting some bleached blonde, bimbo!” All flustered and red, I take an deep drag from the menthol nicotine. “He does like you, it’s just he’s been with Maika for awhile now. He doesn’t wanna break her heart, trust me. He likes you,” Dacre says smirking. “Don’t fuck with me Dacre! It’s not funny, and if you like someone else, I didn’t know that meant make out with someone else,” I say rolling my eyes at my new found best friend.

Our conversation ceases to an end as Joe walks out of the building, without Maika on his arm. “Hey, Y/N? Can we talk for a second?” he asks quietly.

“Yeah. D, give us a sec, please?” I say and smile at my best friend. “Of course, see you inside,” Dacre says, high-fiving me behind his back. I laugh as he struts back inside the building in those silly, tight blue jeans and blonde mullet. Taking my eyes away from Dacre I bring back my serious expression when looking at Joe. “So...what did you want to talk about?” I ask very intrigued. “I wanted to ask if you wanted to go out to dinner,” Joe asks, an eye roll escaping me, he goes on, “But, just me this time. No Maika, I asked her. She said it’s totally fine.” Joe had a twinkling in his big doe eyes, I couldn’t help but nod yes, “Yeah, I’d like that Joe. What time?”

“Meet me in the parking lot, I’ll pick you up after we get outta these costumes?” he says, biting his lip. “Meet me at my apartment, so we can drive one car from there, can’t have the press knowing we’re sneaking around,” I chuckle. “Yeah, yeah. That makes sense, don’t know why I didn’t think of that,” he laughs.

Maika comes strolling out of the studio and jumps straight over to Joe, “Hey, baby. Wanna see a movie tonight?” she asks in her overly high pitched voice. He rolls his eyes and shrugs her off, “I can’t, have a meeting tonight. I’m gonna stay at Dacre’s tonight, so don’t wait up,” he says nonchalantly. “Oh, okay,” she kisses his cheek, and scowls at me before finally kissing his lips. I just chuckle and roll my eyes at her jealousy. She finally leaves the set, driving off to only God knows where. “‘No Maika, I asked her.’ You liar,” I laugh, slapping his arm playfully. “Shut up, and get ready to go. Meet me at Waffle House, I’m in the mood for something sweet,” Joe says with a wink before going inside to change.

Mother fucker, Y/N! Is this even right? What about Maika? Fuck it. Multiple thoughts pop into my my mind, but I push them aside and go to my dressing room to change. I dress into my blue jeans and my favorite ‘Big Mouth’ graphic tee. I shove on my black vans and say my good-bye’s to everyone on set. Walking out of the building, I walk straight over to my car and wait for Joe to come outside. The tall, lanky man jogs out of the studio, his hair bouncing with ever step. Joe comes up to me and gives me a tight hug, “So...I’ll follow you then?” he asks. “Yep, try to keep up, Keery,” I say laughing. “Very funny,” he smiles getting into his car. I jump into the front seat of my car and send a quick message to Dacre,

Dude! I gotta date-ish kinda thing with Joe, no Maika’

I write. He quickly replies with a smirk emoji and a ‘go get ‘em tiger’

I shift into gear and take off down the road towards my rented apartment in Jackson, Georgia. The window open blows my hair back and my sunglasses block out the little bit of sun that still shines. I pull into the complex and park in the lot. Joe pulls in beside me and I hop out of my car and get into his. “Hey, we got matching sunglasses,” Joe chuckles. I look up at him and to my surprise we both have on the same black pair of Ray Bans, “You’re a total dork, Joe,” I smile at the handsome man. He pulls out and drives us to the nearest Waffle House in town.

Dinner is full of careless jokes and sticky messes of syrup being smeared onto each other’s faces. For the first time in awhile I feel genuinely happy and welcome. It’s been a long time since I’ve had free time since filming began, and spending my time with anyone but myself feels great. The drive home Joe and I sing along to songs by The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, and The Beach Boys. When he pulls into my driveway, a wave of sadness washes over me, realizing our night of fun is over. “Let me walk you up, Y/N,” Joe says leaving the car and jogging to the opposite side to open mine. “Mademoiselle,” Joe says bowing and holds out his hand. I laugh at the gesture, “Dork.” He walks me up the steps to my apartment and stops to talk before I enter my room, “Y/N, I really had fun. A lot actually, more fun than I’ve had in a long time.” His hand cups my cheek and he bends down, “I had fun too, Joe. Thank y—,” he cuts me short by pressing a soft kiss to my lips. I pull back shocked and ready to push him away, but he just looks at me with those eyes and presses his lips back to mine. This time with so much force my back slams against my front door, I extend my arm out to unlock my front door. Successfully, the door opens and I grip Joe’s wild, brown locks and pull him through the threshold. He slams the door and pushes me against it, this time attaching his lips to my neck with sloppy kisses. I gasp at the sudden contact, my hands digging in his hair, “Joe...mphhh.”

“Tell me what you want. We can stop,” his says, eyes practically begging me to continue. This is wrong, this is so wrong. I tell myself. Fuck it... “I want you, Joe. All of you,” I whisper against his lips. He grabs my thighs and lifts me up around his waist. “Down that hall and on the left,” I mumble, pressing hot open mouthed kisses on his exposed neck. Joe sets me onto my feet once we reach my bedroom. He grips the hem of my shirt and lifts it over my head, “Shit, you’re gorgeous,” he moans lowly at the newly exposed flesh. His mouth lowers over the swell of my breast, just above the cup of my bra. “Joe, please,” I whine at his teasing antics. “Shh, baby. I’m getting there,” he coos. His arms wrap behind my back and he unclasps my bra, letting the material fall to the floor. “My, god,” he mumbles, he grasps my neck and pushes me down onto the bed. Joe’s knee is placed between my legs touching my aching core. He sits up and removes his white tee. My hands rake down his exposed chest and abdomen. His abdomen flexes as my fingernails scrape at the skin, “Don’t tease me, Y/N,” warns. I smile and pull his lips back to mine, meeting in a feverish kiss. His knee rubs against my heat, “lets get these off, eh?” he smirks. Lifting my hips from the mattress, he pulls my jeans and underwear down in one swift motion.

“Fuck, Joe,” I mewl when his lips attach to my thigh, sucking a purple mark onto the soft flesh. My hips involuntarily thrust up at him, he digs his hands into the skin definitely leaving bruises. “So gorgeous and all for me,” he says as he spreads my legs apart. Joe lowers his head in between my legs and licks up the length of my soaking cunt. I toss my head back into the pillows, “Oh my—,” my own moan interrupts me when he shoves two long digits into me. The only sounds in the room are my moans and the wetness of my cunt being devoured by Joe. “I want you to come for me, Y/N. Come all over my face, let me taste you,” he says working his fingers and mouth at a faster pace. My hands dig into his long locks, my nails scraping his scalp, “Joe, I—fuck!” I shout as my body writhes on the bed, shaking in pleasure. He doesn’t stop there, his mouth moves lower. He withdraws his fingers and replaces his fingers with his tongue. Delving deep inside of me, he hums against my pussy, sending a jolt of white hot pleasure up my spine and to my chest. “I-I can’t take anymore, Joe. Plea—,” my voice gives out as another wave of delightful pleasure over takes me. My back arches off the bed as I scream out his name. “Joe! Joe, I��fuck!” He kisses up my stomach, between my breasts, my chin, nose, then forehead before his lips reach mine. I groan at the taste of myself still on his lips, my hands fumble with the buckle of his belt. I victoriously unbuckle it, I then unbutton his jeans and push them down to his knees with my feet.

“What do you want?” he smirks from above me. I whine at his teasing and reply, “You, damnit, you Joe!” I shout in frustration. “Okay, okay. Ready, princess?” he asks sweetly. I nod quickly in excitement, he kicks his jeans all the way off and crawls back up my body. His lips lower into mine, I gasp as he pushes into me. “Joe...” I groan, my teeth gritting in pleasure. “So, so beautiful,” he growls, his head falls into the crook of my neck as his thrusts become harder and faster. My nails did into the skin of his back, sure to leave reddened marks in the morning. “Fuck, you feel so amazing, Y/N,” Joe moans. His left hand reaches up to grip the headboard, and hooks my leg over his shoulder, the new angle allows him to push deeper within me. "I'm so close, baby," he whispered in my ear. “I- me too, Joe,” I cry out, his lips clash against mine, the kiss all tongue and teeth. I yell and writhe when his thumb pushes onto my clit, rubbing small circles. “Joe!” I scream in ecstasy as my orgasm shoots throughout my body. My vision blurs as he continues to ride out my high. “Oh, I’m gonna—shit!” he shouts as he releases inside of me. Luckily, I am on the pill, or there’d be little Keery’s running around.

He gently and slowly pulls out of me and kisses my neck sweetly. Joe rolls onto his back and stares up at my ceiling in shock, I do the same.

“We’re so fucked,” I say, rubbing my hand across my face. “So fucked,” Joe huffs.

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He has a girlfriend, Y/N? What is she finds out?

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