#I actually did realize my answer didnt make sense so i added the tags after posting lol

[hajihiko]

@firedemongaming

😎

[princesssmars]

something new pt.II

a monet de haan x reader

the royals of constance billiard have invited you into their ranks, and the princess seems to have a motive.

contains: slighttt angst for kinda shitty parents in the start/middle. mostly fluff and me loving monet. maybe some ooc moments. the writing style changing every section. not really proof read we die like men.

a/n: writing this i realized that the group in ggrb does. not have a name. so corny ass "the royals" it is ! <3 this took me forever but im inspired by gg spotify playlists and pure gay yearning. also what the hell do you call someone with black hair.

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if there's one thing you should have expected from becoming friends with the royals of constance billard, it was how quickly they got stuff done.

on your way home from the charity benefit hall, you opened your phone to see that the six enigmas you had met at the party had all followed you and already added you to a group chat. as soon as you open it you already see audrey tagging you and telling you how you're all meeting up tomorrow to go shopping, apparently. lucky you.

once you arrived at your parents townhouse, maybe one of the only things you found bearble at this point was your new home, for its gorgeous interior and exterior and your spacious room, you rushed inside and up to your room so as to avoid whatever bullshit about your behavior they're going to chastise. after cleaning yourself up and getting ready for bed, you laid down and typed ‘sounds like a plan. see u tmmrw.’

putting your phone on your nighstand to charge, you were left to stare at your ceiling and ponder over what happened tonight and asking why. why did these people gravitate to you so quickly? did they just want another rich kid to add to their posse? you knew people just used each other often in your world of the rich and powerful, but god did it seem unappealing.

as much as you hated to admit it, you wanted real friends. hell, maybe even a girlfriend.

as the thought crossed your mind, a certain brown skinned girl with ombre twists crossed your mind, making you jolt up in bed.

“no…no no no dont do that.” you whisper and smack your cheeks, trying to convince yourself that no, you didnt have a crush on probably the most beautiful girl you've ever seen. that was crazy. pure insanity.

it made no sense. you could tell the kind of person she was, the queen bee, (technically the queen bee's second hand, intriguing), the girl everyone wanted or wanted to be and she knew it.

she also seemed a bit mean, which you were normally into.

but you didnt want to get yourself hurt.

not after what happened last time.

and so you fall asleep, thinking of pretty clothes and fake smiles.

youre rudely awakened by your alarm at around eight am, set the night before so you could get ready for the day ahead. you get up from bed, struggling to not check your notifications and messages on your phone before making your way to your on suite bathroom. in there you do your usual morning routine, rinsing off your body in the shower and doing your facial routine at the sink.

once youre finished, you head over to your closet to pick out an outfit when youre phone starts ringing. you see the caller id is max, and you swipe on the green to answer. "hello? you get up ths early too?"

"nah, but i had a feeling you would be. seem like the early bird type." max's voice drawls through the phone, still deep with the effects of sleep. "are you up at the asscrack of dawn because youre excited or because youre used to it?"

you laugh slightly, flipping through your pants and your skirts. "a bit of both, actually. my parents always made me get up really early so i know i have time to do everything. but the sunrise is also pretty."

max's voice laughs through the phone. "thats a good reason, ill admit. personally i like the sunset better."

"then i guess we've come to an empasse..." your voice trails off, finally finding a suitable outfit for looking nice but also being comfy while you walk around. "im about to get dressed, should i call you back?"

"nope put me on speaker, we've got things to talk about before we go shopping today." he states. youre confused, but put the speaker on anyway, giving him the go ahead to start talking.

"alright, youve probably already guessed this because you seem smart, but we all kinddd of want something from you." his bluntness makes you giggle.

"want something? from me? i sure hope its not my money." you joke, smiling as you hear his playful scoff from the phone.

"trust me, we're covered on that front. it was really julien and monets idea to bring you into the group, which congrats for getting in at the speed of light, by the way. i wasnt expecting any new additions considering weve all been mostly best friends for years."

this was monets idea?, you think to yourself as you finally wiggle into your clothing. there was a bit of a connection last night, but you didnt think it was strong enough for someone as seemingly impassive as her to start indoctrinating you into her friend group.

"what do you mean by mostly? you all seemed close from what i saw." you question.

max sighs through the phone, telling you that you might have guessed wrong. "its...a bit complicated. ill explain more of it later. my dads are calling me for breakfast. by the way, do you want me to pick you up later? i dont mind."

"sure, i want to hear all of the group secrets on the way there, though." you joke, laughing harder when he gives a fake laugh through the phone before saying your goodbyes.

after youve gotten dressed and made sure you had everything, you head downstairs to get a quick morning snack before the drive.

after grabbing your quick bite, youre stopped in your tracks by the sight of your mother in the doorway. she's wearing sportswear and her skin is slightly sweaty, meaning she just came back from her morning run. she eyes the food in your hand and you scoff, brushing past her to the front door.

for the next few minutes you stand in front of your home, scrolling through your socials and lightly listening to music until a honk makes you jerk your head up. in front of the sidewalk sits a very nice white car, with a smiling brunette boy looking straight at you.

"hurry up! i dont wanna hear audrey badger me for being late." he yells, making you match his bright smile. you get comfortable in the front seat, already vibing with the song he has playing from his spotify and the sweet smell of his car.

"do you really use a jelly bean air freshener?"

"i needed one that fit my personality."

"ah, i was wondering why i liked you so much."

throughout the drive to the mall, you get closer and laugh more with max, showing each other your favorite songs and laughing at each others lip syncing. after a few minutes, you finally ask him the question thats been on your mind.

"what did you mean earlier when you said you all...mostly got along?"

he stares straight at the road for a few seconds, the corner of his lips quirking up. "do you still talk to the people youve known since you were little? and i mean really little-preschool age."

you think about it beofre shaking you head. because of your parents frequent moving, you didnt make any solid connections. hopefully that would change soon.

"well youre kinda lucky. it sounds great when youre young to be best friends forever but in high school people...change. it starts slowly at first but it gets more noticable. i mean, when we were kids aki was like the mediator of the group, but now hes more impassive. audrey was the mother hen but now shes more overbearing, the list goes on." he rants, his voice sounding more melancholic as he goes on. "dont get me wrong, i love my friends but...everythings changing."

you nod along as he talks about his worries, giving him someone to vent to and taking in all of the information hes telling you.

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max parks and you both make your way to the entrance, and he laughs at the look on your face when he says next time you should use the subway.

once inside, the rest of your new group of "friends" come up to you both.

"yn! i hope you made it here alright, hopefully max didnt talk your ear off on the way here." aki says, standing in front of you hand in hand with audrey, who smiles at you.

"youre just soo funny, menzies. you really should pursue a career in comedy." max jokes dryly, punching his friend in the arm playfully. as they start a playful arument, audrey takes your hand and pulls you over to where her and julien were standing.

"its so nice to see you again, yn," julien greets you and takes your arm in hers, audrey taking the one on your other side, "todays gonna be so fun, i promise. monet and luna are over in gucci, but i was thinking of heading over to saks..."

"why dont we meet them in gucci? then we can all shop together..." you suggest, your voice trailing off when you catch the look max is giving you in the corner of your eye.

julien smiles, tugging you along.

you get to the store, eyeing the collection of clothing, purses, and shoes. after a few seconds of looking around, your eyes connect with monets from across the store.

luna is next to her, the noirette talking lowly while shes observing a heel in her hand. but monets eyes stay on you, humming along to whatever shes saying-

"i think this would look pretty on you, yn," audreys soft voice yanks you out of your trance, holding up a cropped coat up to your chest, observing it from all angles.

"yeah, you're right. but its still august, isnt it a little too soon for a coat?"

"it'll get cold quick." monets voice pops up from the other side of audrey, startling you a bit. "didnt you live in maine previously? i wouldve thought all they had was lobsters and snow."

"i traveled with my parents in the winter months often, so i didnt feel the cold. but there were some perks of living there. a lot less...trash."

monets eyes widen and audrey barely stifles a laugh at your comment, the former slightly glaring at the two of you. audrey composes herself quickly.

"monet is right, once it hits late september the temperature starts dropping quick. youre buying it." audrey thrusts the piece of clothing in your hand, starting to look for more in the expensive collection.

monet still stands in front of you, smiling at you with an emotion in her eyes you cant quite place. but if you had to guess, it was nothing good for you.

"what do you want from me?" your bluntness shocks her out of her stupor, the girl crossing her hands on her chest.

"why do you think i want something from you?"

"lets not act coy. i just got here and your merry little band is trying to make me feel as if ive been here for years, and i know you have something to do with it."

she continues to smile at you, tapping her manicured finger on her arm. "and just why would i do something like that? i dont even know you."

alright, this was just pissing you off. "look, im not gonna turn into one of your little pawns. so whatever dumb ass game you're playing, leave me out of it."

"oh, yn," she sighs, bringing her hand up smooth her soft hand down your face, "you're already on the board. and trust me, when the time comes for choosing, youll wanna be on our side. now, lets go shopping, hm?"

you open your mouth to rebuttal but she shuts you up with a wave of her hand, moving directly to your left to loop your arms together and continue walking through the store.

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despite some hesitance brought on by your inherent suspicion and monets ominous words, you will admit you had some fun with the group at the mall and going around to see the sights of new york.

but maxs comment from the car rung in your head often, and you noticed how they all had little groups within them. monet and luna mostly stayed to themselves if they weren't getting julien picture perfect for a picture. said julien really only seemed to connect with audrey, talking to obie but his face looked...conflicted?

during your observation your eyes yet again catch on monets, who just gives you a little smile and a wave.

you had a feeling this wouldnt end well for you.

eventually the sun starts to set and conversations start to dull, with julien suggesting you all come to her place and chill and to record some stuff for her instagram. julien calls her drivers to pick you up, but because of the uneven number, someone is going to have to sit by themselv-

"join me in the second car. i wanna talk." monet whispers from behind you, causing a shiver to go down your spine at the sudden nature of it and her closeness. intrigued you oblige, crawling into the back of the suv behind her and settling in.

its quiet for a handful of seconds, only the faint noise of the city and the moving car surrounding you.

"what do your parents do?"

the question throws you off. you would have thought she had done extensive digging on your history.

"theyre in the investing business. they just look to colleges with the most promising alumni and fund their programs. guess they also invest in start up businesses. but frankly i dont care and want nothing to do with it, and im confused at why you're asking me this."

she sighs, as if debating if she wants to speak - or really if she doesnt. she closes her eyes and rubs one of her temples with her fingers before pushing what she wants to say out.

"im asking because i want you on my side. everyone treats me like im just one of juliens dumb followers and that what i do is a joke but its not. i want to actually do something and make a business for myself, thats why i push her so hard. i dont want to join my familys company and i can tell you dont either."

you nod along to her words, not going to ignore her opening up to you. "buttt what do you need me on your side for? are you going to start some kind of war or..."

"i love julien, i really do. we've known each other since before we started teething. but shes changing and becoming this...sentimental wannabe good girl and i know eventually shes gonna leave me and my management in the dust. when it happens i need something to fall back on."

"so what, you do all of this shit for me just to be your back up plan?"

"i did it because i need to trust you. and i need you to trust me." she states, looking you dead in the eyes. you can see the sincerity in her eyes, and you hope its real because if not she was a really good liar. "besides, i know alll about what happened at your last school. you may try to act like some impassive above it, all cool girl attitude, but i know we're a lot more alike than you think."

your heart stops the same time the car does. the sincerity is still there, but nows its sinister. manipulative. and if you were being honest, kinda hot.

"think about what i said. and dont mention this to the others, ok?" monet composes herself, getting out from over you when the door is opened and youre still frozen in place.

you're snapped back into reality when she grabs your hand and helps you out, pressing her shoulder to yours as you walk into the lobby of juliens building. you dont know whether to be scared or excited when she whispers in your ear again.

"it can be our first little secret."

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this. took me forever. and kicked my ass. but season two is here so i rushed. id appreciate any feedback bc ik the plot right now feels messy but hope yall enjoyed anyway <333

[purgemarchlockdown]

For the ask game, I checked the second-most-tagged character in your archive... Kazui? 8, 11, 12, 13.

I didnt realize he was second-most tagged! He's my qpr's fav so Im not really surprised....

8. what is your theory for their crime? if there is general consensus on it in the fandom, do you have any other, not-so-widely-accepted thoughts on it?

I think I Generally have similar thoughts on him as the rest of his crime as the rest of the fandom does (it was suicide not murder) Uh...honestly I worry my answers for these arent too interesting since I dont Tend to think too much about the crime itself ha...I do think that its possible that Kazui did Much Worse than we are willing to believe or accept. A friend of mine watched Cat and Immediately caught onto how creepy it feels which I agree with honestly since that was my other thought when I was watching it.

I feel like people get a bit defensive when the idea of Kazui being Worse gets brought up but admittedly a lot of times when people bring it up they go "I cant believe people are so Stupid" which is just mean.

I'm personally more fond of the interpretations where Kazui is some flavor of Queer and the shitty he did was lying to his wife. Since that Is a Really Shit thing to do already and I think it's more interesting thematically and story wise. Plus it makes his normalcy and repression parallels with Amane more fun I think.

However I don't think that means that possibility for Kazui being Worse should be Dismissed outright. Just because Kazui is regretful and self-hating and genuinely kind and understanding does not eliminate that possibility and what not.

It also doesn't mean he Can't be Queer....so like....I dunno. I'm just trying to say that I don't Mind him being a worse person than we would like to believe.

11. what are your favorite points about their story and the narrative surrounding them?

(I DID NOT REALIZE TILL AFTER I WROTE ALL OF THIS THAT I ANSWERED THIS BEFORE WHOOPS! YOU CAN READ IT ALONGSIDE THIS I TALK ABOUT SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT THINGS)

GIVE! ME! THOSE! FEELINGS! OF! REPRESSION!!!!!!!!!!!! He is so fucking repressed and is trying so damn hard to be normal and the Ideal Husband and it gets to me. It's something I find so interesting about Kazui. He's a big liar but that's because he's repressed as all hell. He believes he was Born Wrong somehow. Born different.

It's another reason why I really like Queer Kazui interpretations. I think those feelings of having to "be a man" and live up to "manly ideals" and being the Most Normalest Normal Man Ever works really well with that depiction of him.

Kazui is trying to fit the societal standard of normal and is really jaded about it as a result. The idea of Ideal Het Love is just something he's selling to people. The concept of being the Ideal Man is an ad. That one interrogation where he says marriage is good for your social status. He's trying to keep up with society's standards in a world that feels hostile to someone like Him.

Sure he could Try to be himself, but that means inviting so much hate and pain and even possibly risking his life. Leaving the comfortable world of normalcy means Being In Danger.

And he's repressed his feelings for his entire life. It's second nature to him.

How can he pull apart who he is from the lies? Is there even a difference? Is he doomed to lie forever and ever? He certainly doesn't know. There's a sense of stagnation and stillness in a way. A sense of being stuck in place Forever.

All he knows for certain is that Something is Wrong With Him. And that Something is what Killed Hinako. The dream he has is something that is unachievable, as it should be.

(Sorry but these are Really Appropriate WKTD scenes)

12 has already been answered here!

13. any ideas on what would they and their MV be like if they got a different verdict in T1?

Well ignoring the obvious "oh shit if Kazui was guilty Mahiru might of straight up fucking died, same with Amane actually since Presumably Kazui and Mikoto stopping Kotoko is what prevented her from being attacked" I think Kazui might just be kinda resigned to it, he's really like that i think. Kazui is someone Incredibly Resigned to Bad Situations, he doesn't really make much effort to fix them because he doesn't think they Can be fixed. And if he Tried it would just get worse.

He tried to bare his heart to Es but I guess that just didn't work out...I dunno if he would be more honest or not in his MV though...since Kazui seems to have noticed now that he's inno that even his Lies get into the machine. Im really not sure.

[thechangeling]

Shame

Kit reflects on his life and his sexual orientation. I guess this is kind of a character study peice but also partly headcanon.

Ok so massive trigger warnings for internalized homophobia and biphobia. Also a 2012 definition and understanding of bisexuality and gender sk sorry about that but I wanted to be accurate to the time period.

I still have a lot of internalized homophobia even in the year of our lord 2021 so I wanted to work through it in my writing I guess.

"I think you're only fighting for the sake of fighting. Because it's the only state in which you can function. The only way to stop that voice in your head from driving you insane. The one telling you that you should be ashamed of yourself for having loved him."

- Black Sails: Season 2 Episide 5

Kit could remember the first time he felt it as clear as day. The first time he felt that twinge at the pit of his stomach after being reprimanded for talking about his crush on a boy. The inward cringe that followed. That disgust others showed him, reflected back onto himself.

Self loathing became as easy as breathing at such a young age.

He could distinctly remember being in mundane first grade and being asked by a loud girl with light blond hair and crystal blue eyes who he had a crush on. Kit had seen no reason to lie at the time. He had told the girl that he had two crushes. One on a girl in their class who was shy and asocial (he had always had a thing for nerds apparently) with her jet black hair that was always full of hello kitty clips, and another on a boy in a different class who was blond like him with a round face and a giant friendly smile that Kit loved to stare at.

At the time he had no real sense of the seriousness of what he was saying. No sense that he was breaking an unspoken rule in the eyes of his classmates. But Kit would never forget the look on the girls face. The eyes that narrowed in distain, the curled lip and the way her nose crinkled in disgust as she she said, "boys arent supposed to have crushes on boys. That's gross." And the cackling laughter of his classmates surrounding him.

And the feeling that followed, the one that would become as familiar and easy as breathing.

Shame.

That pinch in his gut and the way his blood went cold like someone had just injected him with antifreeze. And then the sinking in his chest accompanied by the realization that he had done something terrible. Kit realized that day that he could never make that same mistake again. So after that day he vowed never to talk about his interest in boys ever again.

The first time he heard the word gay he was eight and it was as an insult. It wasn't directed at him but it still felt like it was. He learned to make the connection between the word and disgust and contempt. But as he grew older he became relieved, because he knew he liked girls. He had always thought they were pretty with their soft skin and nice smelling hair. This meant he wasn't gay so he was safe. He convinced himself that he had just been confused before when he was younger.

So he grew up pushing those feelings to the side and telling himself convincing lies over and over until he finally believed it, and Johnny Rook made it easy. Kit was often so preoccupied with running cons and keeping a low profile that he didn't have much time for self reflection. When he found his gaze wandering, he told himself he was just being curious or suspicious or just appreciating an attractive guy from a purely aesthetic point of view and there was absolutely nothing else to it. He kissed pretty girls whenever he had the chance and enjoyed it and relished in the fact that this meant he was safe.

From an outside perspective it may have looked like Kit Herondale was losing control of the situation.

Maybe they were right.

Tiberius Nero Blackthorn felt like a giant fuck you from the universe for believing that he could ever escape this. Or maybe he was a test. But whatever Ty was, it was a little hard to care when he was animatedly explaining the reproductive cycle of a starfish and beaming at Kit with his rare carefree smile that made Kit feel like he was drowning in bliss.

And despite everything. Despite Kit's fear, it made him want to smile too. The urge to reach out and touch Ty was like a burning in his veins, accompanied by the foolish belief that if Kit could just run his fingers through Ty's matted black hair or press his forehead against his, then everything would be alright.

Kit wasn't sure if he should be grateful or furious.

"How beautiful" had been his first thought upon seeing him. Slipping out of some deep treacherous part of him before he could stop it. Followed of course by the shame.

But he wasn't gay. It didn't matter that Ty was beautiful and captivating and made him feel like he was strong enough to fight the gods themselves given the challenge. It didn't mean anything. He was just confused.

And when Julian made a comment about Herondales having a certain type when he called Clary hot, he ignored the twisting of his insides and the painful fact that his thoughts were drifting off into forbidden territory. He pretended that he was what Julian said he was. What he was supposed to be.

When Livvy had asked him to kiss her it felt like a lifeline. A way to distract himself from all the chaos in his life as well as a way to take his mind off of Ty. A pretty girl was giving him something to cling onto, if only for a moment. He still paused to look upwards. An automatic reflex. Almost as if he was a magnet trying to snap back into it's original place.

Livvy kissed him and although it was nice and sweet, he still felt nothing. Only longing for something else.

Then he learned about Kieran and how he was basically Mark's ex boyfriend. He had been sure that Mark was dating Emma so he asked Livvy about it. She had given him a confused look and just said that Mark was bisexual.

Bisexual.

He had heard the word before, mostly to describe celebrities who wanted to make a name for themselves in the tabloids. Kit had always quickly dismissed it before he could allow himself to actually ponder the idea. It was safer to assume it wasn't actually real, because if it wasn't real then it couldn't be him. He wouldn't have to face up to the fact that an attraction to men and women sounded uncomfortably accurate and familiar.

Bisexual. It gnawed at him in his sleep. Poking at his insides and refusing to let him forget it. And so Kit clued his eyes shut and squirmed his way out if it. He thought of the way Ty's smoke coloured eyes seemed to bore into Kit's soul. The sharp angles of his cheekbones and curve of his cupid's bow. Kit thought of the way Ty had asked if he could give Kit a permanent rune and when Kit had answered sarcasticly, Ty's crestfallen expression had horrified him to the point where Kit had practically begged Ty to do it.

Anything to get that look off Ty's face. But it wasn't like that he reminded himself. It wasn't love. It wasn't love.

Jesus. Love. Just the idea of the word sent Kit into a blind panic. And there was that old familiar feeling curling around his gut. That same disgust. That shame.

Not towards Ty. No of course not. He could never feel that way about Ty, or Mark or Kieran or Helen or Aline or anyone else because they didn't deserve it.

But he did. He always did.

When Livvy was killed, Kit almost felt a sense of relief because at least now he had something else to focus on, something g else to worry about. If he was focused on protecting Ty from his own worst instincts then he wouldn't have time to get list I'm thoughts he shouldn't be having.

He knew this made him a selfish horrible person. Kit accepted it.

Kit knew this plan of Ty's was a reckless and horrible idea but he just couldn't stand to see him in pain. He also couldn't bare the thought if what might happen if he refused to help Ty. Also he was helpless in the face of Ty's pleading gaze. Deep down Kit knew that he would probably do anything for him.

He would break himself trying to put Ty back together.

It wasn't until Ty actually attempted the spell that Kit finally cracked. He couldn't let Ty go through with this. He couldn't risk it.

Why? Something inside of him pondered.

Why?

Because Kit was going to die if something happened to Ty. The spell was going to go bad and Ty was going to get hurt or killed and Kit's heart was going to be brutally ripped from his chest and it was going to be unbearable.

Because-

"I love you Ty," he breathed, hating himself instantly. "I love you."

Ty didn't respond. He didn't react, didnt even flinch. Just stared blankly at Kit.

Shame.

It was going to ruin him. It was going to swallow him whole.

Yikes that was kinda all over the place sorry.

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[mistress-of-ward]

THE BAD ONE

Warning: smut, dom henry sub reader, gangs and guns, drugs mentioned

A/N: hey everyone this is going to be a series. This is a follow up on the very popular and loved scene from all you guys with daddy Walter and a gun. I hope you enjoy this, I didnt do this alone my beautiful friend @nitannichionne will help co-write this whole series.

CHAPTER 1:

24 HOURS BEFORE...

WALTER POV

She was on her hands and knees as I pistoned my cock into her. Fuuuck, she felt so good that I just wanted that sweet pussy around my shaft always. Her inner lips held onto me, begging for me to stay deep in her wanting cunt. Her juices flowed in squirts over me-and god damn that was the hottest fucking thing I'd ever seen. I felt her all over me rinsing off her juices just to build it all up again… ugh… I fuckin’ need this every day, I think as I lose myself in her, my head falling back .... I need her, want her.

“Detective?”

I look up, frowning over Jack Livingston. He was clean, too clean, and now looking at the picture of him with Derek Jensen, who was a well known dealer whose source we couldn’t seem to find, it made sense. How to link them was getting to me. Every time I was close, it ended in my commanding officer getting some sort of complaint or a dead body. I didn’t spare the officer a glance, looking at the array of paperwork I had trying to link the two. “What?”

“Your girl.”

I see her face on the sheet. “She’s not my girl.” Anymore, I tell myself as my other hand forms into a fist. I was just thinking about her, fantasizing about her. Would I ever be free of her, or did I even want to? I didn’t call her again, after weeks of dating and one of the hottest nights of my life. I felt too much too fast and I didn’t like how out of control I felt, but yet…free.

“She may not be anybody’s girl if you don’t act fast,” the other cop says. “read it.”

I read the sheet, and see it’s from an accountable source. Printouts of her and Jensen? What the fuck? She went out with him?! My jealousy and anger melted into worry and dread. But if she’s connected, saw anything…I stop breathing as I realize there is a hit on her. Too late. I jump out of my seat and throw on my jacket, then check my gun and refill clip.

“What’s going on?” Rachel asks. I don’t answer and she looks at my desk. “Her? Who’s she?”

“Someone important,” I tell her. “a potential witness.”

“I thought I saw her here…with you.”

“Maybe.”

“Who is she?” Rachel looks upset, and not for professional reasons. “You never told me about her.”

“She’s not part of my job.” I move away from her.

“But she isn’t now?” Rachel sounds upset, but I have no time for it. “Walter?”

I walk away from her and don’t look back. “Carter!”

“Yo!” Carter answers.

“Sending you a number. Trace it. Yesterday, you got it?”

“Got it.”

“Walter—” Rachel calls, obviously following me. I turn around on her, and she gasps, stepping back.

“Stay. Out of this,” I warn her, and she knows I’m serious. “I mean it.” I go to my car and take off, my wheels pealing as I gun the motor and I glance Rachel on the street watching me drive away.

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You are sitting at The Sip, your favorite coffee shop. It’s huge having a fireplace, loads of books to read and a small stage for poetry slams and local talent. Tucked away in a corner, you hide behind a romance novel, but your mind turns to Walter. If you have a free moment, it always turns to Walter, and you didn’t want it to. You’d never had a Daddy like that. He made you feel so protected and wanted, lusted and cherished in one kiss. Even as he possessed you, holding your hands over your head, gripping your hips as he rutted you, leaving your bottom reddened and kissing it afterwards, you felt incredibly free. You were haunted by that night together, one you thought would be the first of many. And then he just…left…

“You okay?”

You look up at Violet, the coffee barista. “Yeah.”

“You just look out of it,” Violet says thoughtfully. “you look trapped.”

Trapped was definitely it. “Aren’t we all?” You joke.

“Yeah, I escape via Tumblr and Fortnite,” Viola shrugs. “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“Thanks.”

Ever since you saw that business guy Livingston meet your now ex-boyfriend Derek Jensen at his club, and saw the money and drugs, you knew you were suddenly where you didn’t want to be. Heartbroken over Walter, you rebounded with an old bad boy high school sweetheart you hadn’t seen in years. What a mistake. You thought you were safe until they shot up your apartment the other night in a drive by. If you hadn’t been taking out the garbage at that exact same time, they would have gotten you. You ran back into your apartment, packed a backpack with anything you thought you’d need and didn’t return-not to your place and not to work. You took an Uber by the train station and bus station and some of Derek’s thugs were there. You didn’t want to visit any relatives or friends. You were on your own and trapped in your own city.

You look up at the large front window and freeze. You see Derek’s thugs in front and you scoot down in your booth, using the book for cover. You leave cash on the table and slide out slowly, then head for the bathroom. You pass it, heading for the back exit. You hear your name called and flinch, turning. “Hey, Violet.”

“Hey,” she nods.

You frown. Why is she all over you tonight? “What’s—”

“Hey, I just got a hundo to come look for you or call if I see you,” Violet frowns. “The hell is going on?”

“Did you say you saw me?”

“No,” she shakes her head. “but you better go.” She turns to leave. “Don’t come back here, at least till the heat is off, alright?”

You nod and head out the back door into the alley. You hear your name yelled at the end of it and see Derek’s thugs there, both with their hands in their jackets like they have guns. You back away and turn to run—right into a very broad chest.

“Come on,” Walter growls.

“Leave me alone!” you yell, hoping they hear you. You have no intention of going with them but the idea that they would think you’re an informant would make matters worse.

Walter throws you behind him and the thugs draw their weapons and start shooting. He actually drops one on his first shot and narrowly misses the other, buying time to back you to his car. “Get in.”

You hesitate. “What are you doing here?”

“Saving your ass!” he growls, pulling you by your arm.

You struggle against him. “Stop—”

“I said—” Being so much bigger than you, he picks you up around your waist, opens the door and throws you in the back seat. “Get the fuck in. Now!”

You turn to the other door and grab the handle.

“I wish you would, little one.”

A wave of heat washes over your body at that comment. It took you back to that night, and you became his like it was yesterday. Tears well in your eyes, wanting to obey him for reasons you didn’t want to think about.

“Lie down.”

He slides into the front seat, and backs out of the alley at highway speed, does a three point turn when he hits the street, and speeds off into the night.

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Wince (Pharon) - North

Phi phi x Sharon

Pt. 1 of the Your Pain, I Gain series

Sweaters helpes them find each other

At first he didnt mind it, he thought it was just a simple itch. But at the first attempt on putting alcohol to finally make it stop, it started hurting like a bitch.

“What the fuck.” Sharon whispered to himself as his wrist and his stomach continue to sting and itch.

He took his sweatshirt off to finally see what it is and inspecting himself in the mirror, he can see little dots of pink, red, and purple scattered around his wrist and stomach. He assumed it was a bruise, but he has never seen anyone get a bruise from an itch before, maybe from scratching it way too hard?

“What the fuck is this.” He grumbled, attempting to touch it, but in contact with his finger, it stung more. A hell lot more.

He winced and went to the bathroom to get the ointments again hoping it would soothe some of the stinging pain and make it work this time. But also in contact, it stung more making the efforts of the cream useless.

“Well shit.” He cursed to himself going through his closet to find something that would cover this. He’s now forced to wear a sweater for people not to become suspicious of the colors appearing on his skin.

He promised Phi Phi and Alaska he would come to their ‘catching up lunch’ now he also has to bear with the weather outside. Its too fucking hot to wear his orange halloween themed sweater.

He grabbed his keys wincing with every movement and steps he make but with a miracle he managed to finally get to his car on the way to his destination.

Upon arriving there he saw Alaska looking concerned talking to Phi Phi like a mother, and Phi Phi just sat there listening with his head down. He was some curios to find out what it was about and noticed that Phi Phi too, was wearing a sweater.

“Did I miss anything?” Sharon said awkwardly as he grabbed his chair to sit in front of the both of them.

Phi Phi then looked up to Alaska with pleading eyes, as if he doesnt want Sharon to know anything about what they were talking about, Alaska was confronting Phi Phi about, before he arrived.

“He needs to know.” Alaska sighed.

“Know what?” Sharon asked them getting more curious and irritated because his itches were hurting and stinging a lot worse than when he was in the car if possible.

“You ok there? Youre almost scratching your skin off.” Alaska asked and Sharon just shrugged.

“This itches had started last night, and its only getting worse. Everytime I put ointment on it, it just stings and burns more. I dont know where it came from.” Sharon explained, his uncomfortable situation evident on his voice.

“Also on your stomach?” Alaska added.

Sharon just nodded to busy to think of ways the itching would stop not noticing Alaska and Phi Phi talking.

“Dont you think?” Alaska trailed of but Phi Phi was quick to deny with shaking his head.

“He cant be. Can he?” Phi Phi asked making Alaska also think about it.

“You know its possible right?”

“How do you think so?”

“You’ll never know if you wont see it for yourself.” Alaska said and pointed at the bathroom.

“You both go talk while I order food for the three of us. Ok?” Alaska said and turned to Sharon. “Why dont you go see how that looks like in the bathroom, we can always move this lunch another day. Phi Phi is willing to help you.”

“Oh no this would be fine, besides I rarely see you guys another day may mean another week or so.” Sharon answered and looked at Phi Phi who just looked down when caught staring.

“Go to the bathroom then, I’ll order up your food while I wait.” Alaska smiled as Sharon and Phi Phi stood up.

“Thanks Lasky.”

“No problem Noodles.”

-

“So..” Sharon tried to start a conversation after being in the bathroom for a good minute of silence before the itches start again, and he noticed Phi Phi was avoiding eye contact while playing with the ends of his sleeve. Him wincing everytime it hit his skin.

Sharon then grabbed both of Phi Phi’s wrist startling him and he let out a whine of pain.

“S-sharon, it hurts.” Phi Phi whispered, pain evident on his voice.

“O-oh sorry.” Sharon let go of his wrists but grabs his shoulders instead.

Sharon looked at Phi Phi until finally he looked back.

The first time they met,

Sharon wouldnt deny, Phi Phi is cute.

Phi Phi cant deny, Sharon is hot.

Sharon had always find Phi Phi adorable.

Phi Phi had always find Sharon amazing.

From how he readjusts his glasses, his feminine moves, the adorable fedora hat he always wears, his cute laugh, his charming ways, and how he copes with people judging him.

Sharon may or may not have a weird liking to Phi Phi.

From his love of halloween, his dark sense of humor, his chin, that for some reason Sharon himself hates, his laugh, how mysterious and alluring he can be, how he can go on all day long talkinh about his favorite halloween movies.

Phi phi can go on forever.

And Phi Phi definetely had a crush on Sharon all this time.

“Can you take your sweater off for me?” Sharon asked.

“Wh-what?” Phi Phi asked half embarrased because of what Sharon can see and half because he might be disgusted by him.

“Please. I just want to see.” Sharon pleaded his eyes warm comforting Phi Phi. “You can just raise it up, give me your wrists.” He ordered.

Phi Phi was hesitant at first but he showed him his wrist anyway, tears already threatning to fall from his eyes.

“O-oh.” Sharon managed to mutter. “And your…”

Phi Phi didnt let him continue and just raised his sweater up revealing cuts of every length, some fresh, some old, some already scars. Both on his wrist and stomach.

“W-why? Wha-What for?” Sharon definetely surprised. How could someone like Phi Phi do this to himself?

“Before I-i answer that can I see yours?” Phi Phi asks looking up at Sharon.

“Yeah.” Sharon whispered and raised his sleeves up, instead of scars he saw flowers.

Roses to be exact.

Roses of different colors and sizes.

Both Phi Phi and Sharon stared in awe at how beautiful the roses actually look in Sharons skin.

Sharon then raised his sweater up, and saw more roses scattered on his stomach.

Phi Phi went on and touched the roses one by one starting from his stomach, to his left wrist and right.

And Sharon didnt even flinch a tiny bit.

In fact, the contact of Phi Phi’s finger to the roses is actually soothing to him.

They both stared at each other again.

“M-my soulmate.” They both whispered at the same time.

They just stared at each other in silence finding comfort in gazing at each others eyes.

Sharon went on and wiped a few tears that fell on his cheeks.

“Now, can you tell me, why you did it?” Sharon asked.

Its then that Phi Phi broke down and Sharon rushed in and higged him tightly.

“I-it, t-the pressure o-of everything, th-the hate, everyone, i-its just too m-much.” Phi Phi cried out and Sharon just held him there waiting for him calm down while stroking his hair.

“Dont worry Phi, you got me, we will face this together and I hope you realize that youre not alone ok?” Sharon said that made Phi Phi calm down a bit.

“O-ok. You promise?” Phi Phi asked which made Sharon chuckle.

“Promise.”

Just then they heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Hey? You guys? Time to come out, well literally but tell me the wedding plans while were eating im starving.” Alaska said outside the door.

“Were coming.” Phi Phi answered.

“Save that on your honeymoon.”

-

(A/N: aye hope you guys liked this. This is the second time I submitted a fic here, first one was How Likely (Pearlet), and I promise I wont forget my tags lmao. This series was based on a soulmate prompt I saw here that is about your soulmate getting involved in something, and getting hurt or if they just get hurt in general, a flower appears on your body and the types of flower is based on what happened to your soulmate. For instance here roses for scars and selfharm. Ill try to make this series about rare pairs and hopefully you guys will suggest pairs.

Also sorry for typos if theres any and leave feedback that will help me improve!)

-North

[fandomfollower13]

The Sons of Hell PT.2

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Charlie Bradbury, Jo Harvelle, Benny Lafitte, John Winchester, (mentioned ) Mary Winchester, Crowley McLeod, Lucifer, Balthazar, Gabriel, Lisa, Rowena, Ellen Harvelle Cain, Ruby (2.0), Meg (2.0),(mentioned)  Jess (characters might be added later on)

Warnings: Mature content, language, use and talk of drugs and Alcohol, weapons, violence, death, lying, plotting?, POV changing   (I WILL be updating warnings as much as I can)

Pairing: Dean x Reader (eventually)  

Summary: Winchester, a name that strikes fear to any who hear it. The Winchesters ran one of the most feared gang in all of New York, The Sons of hell but as every gang must have they of course have enemies, Hell’s Demons being the top one. John Winchester was the boss of Sons of Hell he is ruthless and crude and he wants the next boss of the Son’s just like him and the next boss just so happens to be his eldest son Dean Winchester, A womanizing, badass guy and gorgeous man but he was also rude and sarcastic with so many walls around his heart but will someone from the other side break them? or will they get caught in the crossfire?

A/N: italics means thought…………does that make sense. would anyone like to be tagged? oh and on the date I’m uploading its my birthdayyyy (07/16/17) so that’s probably why its so short because I had a plan to try to upload it BEFORE my B-day butttt as you can tell it didn’t work that way. and in the warnings (if you read them) yes you read that correctly, Shakespeare quote(s) I have decided to slip William Shakespeare in some parts because my ‘Castiel’ @fandoms-whatevers​ told me the story idea reminded her of a modern Romeo and Juliet soooo I decided to be a big nerd and Shakespeare quotes. (sorry for mistakes)  feedback please?

Deans Point Of View

Ruby pushed the girl behind her, she looked confused and scared in a way, people took notice of the little dispute, ‘’oh look its the two of the lap dogs of the ‘king’’’ I growled sarcastically my hand reaching for my gun, meg was too before be could even pull them out I heard two rushed steps behind me ‘’Dean?’’ I heard Sam, that distracted meg enough for me to pull my gun out and point it at her head. the lounge evacuated in seconds, I had that affect. Sam and Cas had their guns pointed at Ruby and Mystery girl as soon as i did. Which lead to both meg and ruby standing in front of her 

‘’Meggy want to introduce us to your new friend’’ the beautiful mystery girl peered from behind ruby but ruby noticed and pulled her back, why is she so important? ‘’Id rather gauge my eyes deanie’’ her face scowling, ‘’aw come on meg its rude not to introduce her’’ I cocked my gun, making my point. ‘’How about we all just walk away’’ Sam said from behind me, ‘’Wow, there’s an actual smart Winchester.’’ ruby sneered, ‘’good idea  Sammy’’ and as soon as the words left my mouth ruby backed towards the back exit She pushed the (H/C) girl out the door first then meg slowly backed out her gun trained on me ‘’Nice seeing you Meggie tell Crowley I said hi’’ and they were gone. Who was she?

Back at the Roadhouse 

‘’ You ran into THREE of Crowley’s Men and you DIDNT SHOOT THEM’’ Dad yelled, he punched wall, ‘’Well technically it was three girls, and I don’t think ‘Mystery Girl’ is part of their gang’’ I retorted thinking of her shy smile which made me smile ‘’I don’t care dean you had an opportunity to KILL AT LEAST TWO and I’m guessing someone very important to the demons , ugh how could you be so stupid’’ he growled. as I was about to get up and leave he spoke, ‘’you need to find out who the third girl is, Who she is, What shes doing here and why she is so important, and dean you better not fucking fail me’’ he stormed away.

I rubbed my eyes as I downed my whiskey it was at least 12 am and here I was sitting in my apartment thinking about Mystery Girl. and all of sudden my phone buzzed, I groaned as I read the text from my dad ‘We have a package that needs to be dropped off, 6th street back ally be there in 10′  I sighed grabbed my gun and jacket. Time for work.

Readers Point of View

Ruby and meg wouldn’t let me talk they whispered something to the guards and dragged me into the house and that’s when I lost it. ‘’ok I was quiet all the way here but now you need to tell me who the fuck that was and what in the hell happened’’ meg looked down avoiding my eyes. ‘’(Y/F/I), The Bo- Crow- your dad had you leave 4 years ago, do remember why?’’ I gave her a weird look and then nodded ‘’Uh yeah, He got me a spot at (C/N) to get me away, to keep me safe I think?’’ I answered trying to remember ‘’Yeah he did, he couldn’t hide you anymore’’ I gave her a weird look before the two French doors flew open my dad stepped in. his eyes were glowing with anger. ‘’Ruby, Meg, lets go have chat shall we’’ before I could question anyone one of my dads man started escorting me to my old room. I turned to try and talk to him but the door closed and clicked. locked in. in my old room that looked exactly the same. nothing has changed.

it was already 4:30 and no one had come unlocked the door, come to talk, Anything! I had enough. I got  up from my bed and went to the balcony the big tree still stood right by the balcony, the big green yard was the same, the same big pool, but way more guard’s. I looked back to the door in hopes someone would come but no. ‘’I thought I would never do this again but..’’ I changed into some leggings, a black crop top and threw on a dark grey sweatshirt. I started walking back to the balcony but the knife that sat on my old desk, the one my father gave me for my 9th birthday caught my attention. ‘’just in case’’ I hopped onto the balcony railing swinging my legs over. I stepped carefully onto the branch that was right underneath the balcony. I slowly stood up my hand out ready to grab the branch if I fell. I steadied my self and slowly stepped forward i dropped and jumped to branch to branch, I hadn’t don this  in 5 years  I 18 the last time.

i swung my legs over the lowest branch, i watched the guards walk with the dogs back and forth, i smiled as i thought about all the times i avoided them. i snapped off a twig and through it over the fence, the guards had their guns pointed in seconds I took that chance and run quickly climbing the fence and running down the road finally far enough on a main road to stop. I caught my breathe thinking, where to go. I walked along the road and finally decided to hop in a taxi. he dropped my off on 47th street so I started walking towards a club, if my dads ‘demons’ come after me being in a crowded place would help, all of this reminds me when I was a teenager.

I had made my way to the bar that was crowded by drunken teenagers, and drunken creeps but luckily I found the one of the last stools at the end of the bar. but the semi-peace I had went away in a matter of seconds, A guy with jet black hair, broad build, brown eyes and the smell alcohol radiated from him, he took the stool that was right next to me, great. I tried to look any where besides him but I felt his eyes looking me up and down I scooted on my stool when I heard him laugh ‘’I’ve never seen a girl wear a baggy sweatshirt to  a club before’’ he snickered i looked down and looked back up but only to see a leathered back and the smell of gun powder, ‘’ really? is that your way of flirting because man if that’s all you got i would leave’’ the mystery guy sounded sarcastic and menacing. i saw the guy basically fall out of his chair and run. i tried to hop off the stool before mystery guy noticed but when i looked over at the stool  to meet a pair of the most breathtaking green eyes, the same one as last night. Dean Winchester. my body froze, shiitt,, ‘’well hi there sweetheart, alone this time?’’ he smirked leaning against the bar and leans forward, I couldn’t say anything to many scenarios flooded my brain, ‘’cat got your tongue sweetheart’ ‘ he chuckled ‘’I have that affect’’

‘’y-you stalking m-me now’’ I tried to sound confident, I failed, making Dean  flash a bright cocky smile, ‘’oh darling you know you cant stop thinking about me’’ I couldn’t help but giggle. ‘’so last time we bumped into each other I don’t think you got your beer’’ I still couldn’t talk straight so I just shyly nodded which made dean flash a smile as he waved over the bartender, Y/N he had a gun pointed at your family and you, run. my brain screaming to run but for some reason I don’t feel like I was in true danger. dean handed my beer to me ‘’thank you dean’’ my voice coming back ‘’ ah you remember’’ he took a sip of his beer. ‘’yeah how could i forget the guy who flirted with me then pointed a gun at me’’ I shyly said looking down at the beer bottle in my hand. ‘’heh yeah about that, you do know who you were with right’’ his voice changed from playful sarcastic flirt to serious and menacing in seconds again I froze I looked around the very crowded club looking for some get away but was met with three of my fathers ‘ demons’ shoving people in the crowd I quickly grabbed deans wrist and pulled him off the stool and dragged him to a back corner making his back face the club.

my back was against the wall and my hands had landed on deans chest and I realized what I had just done, ‘’oh, uhm, I-I am so s-sorry I j-just their was people I mean’’ I rambled blushing madly trying to avoid his gaze. jumping when his hands landed on my waist, ‘’sweetheart you could’ve just asked to be alone with me’’ the sarcastic flirt coming back, my heart hammering in my chest. ‘’N-no I-I just, my f- the kings demons a-are looking for me’’ I whispered his grip on my waist tightened a bit, then it hit me, Dean, Dean Winchester. Winchester, as in the Son’s of hell, the gang who wanted my whole family dead. RUN. My brain screaming but my body staying against the dirty wall and deans hands on my waist. his gruff voice pulling me from my running thoughts ‘’and why would they be looking for you sweetheart ‘’ the flirtation in his voice was trying to cover the rage. He brought his forearms to lean against the wall making my head snap up to meet the brilliant green eyes, his lips inches away from mine. his phone blasting ‘thunderstruck by AC/DC’ dean dropped his head and reluctantly grabbed his phone.

‘’ Yes, Yes, he paid in full, with a little persuasion’’ he let out a  breathy chuckle but his face turned stone cold in mere seconds. ‘‘seriously, son of a bitch, ok I’m on my way’’ he ended the call and looked back at me. His father was the leader of a gang who wanted all McLeod’s and every ‘ demon’ associated with us dead, and yet when I look at dean I know I’m not as afraid as I should be and don’t get me wrong I was scared as hell but something kept telling me yes he is dangerous  but it didn’t feel like he was a threat to me. I took a deep breathe in ready to say something to him but he beat it to me.

‘’well darlin  I would leave your next run in to fate, but fates a bitch’’ his cocky smile making its way on his face making me blush again ‘’so what are you saying dee’’ him chuckling at the new nickname ‘’how about I  get you a taxi then you give me your number sweetheart’’ he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the club and onto the dim sidewalk ‘’and if I give you my number what do I get in return’’ noticing him not letting go of my hand, ‘’the privilege of telling me your name’’ I laughed ‘’that sounds like an unfair deal dee’’ I  took a small step towards him ‘’ I never said I made fair deals sweetie’’ I playfully roll my eyes, a taxi rolled up next to us dean opened the door, as I climbed in I looked to him ‘’ Y/N my names Y/N and my number is Y/#’’ I flashed a smile and the taxi drove off leaving dean behind but a smile plastered on my face.

Deans POV

as I slammed the door to my precious baby I smiled at the text Y/N sent.

Y/N (Hottie)

y/n; oh dee such a badboy

m; you haven't heard nothin yet sweetheart

y/n; mhm and when will I hear more? huh?

m; tomorrow. 9pm. central park. don't be late.

y/n; ah is this a date?

m; sweetheart dean Winchester doesn't do dates,   

smiled and walked into the ‘bunker’ (what Sammy and I called our house since he could say bunker) but when I saw my dad sitting on the couch with a happy look on his face and Charlie and Sam looking confused and scared all happiness went away. ‘’what was so urgent’’ I threw my gun on the table, ‘’fucking finally dean, we have the best news, Crowley has a weak spot’’  I cocked an eyebrow grabbed a beer and threw my feet on the table, looking to Sammy or Charlie for an explanation, ‘’dean Crowley,’’ Sammy started but was cut off by Charlie ‘’ Crowley has a daughter’’.