aries - new shoes, cheeky smiles, long walks with music in your ears, fresh haircuts, bright eyes, honesty in the face of adversity, stay-in dates watching movies in bed, buying snacks for your friends
taurus - golden roses, checkered shirts, calm auras with hidden depth, a softness tinged with the coarseness of experience, loud laughter, not meeting with friends for ages but slipping into things easily when you do, self love culture
gemini - mischievous eyes, blood-spattered guitars, strong wind blowing through your hair, losing yourself in music, peace near the crashing sea, radiating deep love and care, secondhand clothes, growling rabbits
cancer - fierce loyalty, protective walls, walks on the beach on a cloudy day, laughing in the face of danger, pillars of strength, toothy grins, shelves and shelves of books from childhood, kid’s toys gathering dust
leo - dancing on an empty stage, laughing ‘til you cry, the scent of home, shouting from rooftops, retail therapy, collections, drinking on weekdays with friends, big dreams, craving hugs
virgo - either looking intimidating or like you know something no one else does, homemade costumes, calculating, clinging to safety, muted expressions, close siblings, thinking you’re always right, secret sensitivity
libra - flirting, expensive clothes, out-dated memes and humour, caring about your appearance, comfortable hoodies, social chameleons, wavy hair, candid photos, dancing in the dark
scorpio - shadows in a nightclub, wild hair, sparkling eyes, reputations, an eclectic friend group, discounts on expensive things, seemingly meaningless tattoos, loving yourself
sagittarius - watching the thunder turn into sunrise, bright red shoes, staying up all night with friends, empty bottles of vodka, ice in winter, watching cartoons and anime at 3am, loud music
capricorn - quiet and serious auras, guilty pleasures, buzzcuts, escaping realities, supporting parties, having to be right, thinking you’re bigger than you are, kind eyes
aquarius - lonely souls, fiery relationships, disliking hugs, hidden popularity, huge rucksacks and flip-flops, outdated fandom merch, striking hair, caring too much about what people think, cleverness
pisces - slightly too-long hugs, tentatively liking the occult, ride or die, clingy drunks, doe eyes, conspiracy theories, soft quiet, bright smiles, dreamy expressions, childishness
You hated sand. You just couldn’t stand it. It got everywhere, it iritated your skin…it was just awful. So, obviously, when your family FINALLY could get all together, you decided a day at the beach was a good idea. Alfred made a nice pic-nic, and you all left for a secret spot you knew, where, even though it was a wonderful summer day, you knew there wouldn’t be anyone. You had a nice family lunch made of Al’s great sandwiches and salads. You bitched about sand getting in your food, and your sons and husband just kept mocking you for your grumpiness. You were the one who always smiled usually, and also, you suggested you should go to the beach so…But still, fuck sand.
At the present moment, your boys, Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian, were trying to drown their father. How cute. Of course, they were not really trying to drown him, they were just having fun…you hoped. You had to give Bruce credits though, he was alone againts four teenage boys very much in shape, and still managed to keep his head out of the water. It was nice to see all of them relaxed, laughing, splashing each others and not actually trying to kill each other or brooding.
The boys finally came up with a strategy the four of them together to be able to duck their father’s head in the water. Dick held onto one of Bruce’s leg, while Jason was holding the other. Tim used Damian as a battering ram, and threw him as hard as he could in his father’s chest.
6. “I despise you too, so don’t think that I’m fine with you texting me.”
Word count: 1.478
Posted: 13th of May 2017
A/N: This is my first Monty imagine and I kind of liked how this turned out. The only thing that took me s long to post this was that I can’t find the appropriated Monty gif for this. We haven’t got enough Monty gifs and I hope that someone do some of it for him. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this and send some feedbacks in my ask box, if you want. Thank you so much.
P.S.: I am not accepting any part 2 requests, sorry.
“Fuck that shit, (Y/N) is your text buddy?” You heard Bryce exclaiming as he looked at one of his considered friends, Montgomery. You were waiting for your best friend, Alex, to arrive from his Science class, while you were standing in front of his locker, and you didn’t mean to secretly listen to their conversation.
“Damn it! These boys are gossip whisperers too.” You silently thought as you pulled up your judging face. You carefully followed their movements with your eyes and you just kept on listening to them.
“I texted her for some shitty school stuffs.” Montgomery answered nonchalantly, as if it was just a normal thing for him, a thing that he never really cared of. You rolled your eyes as you were annoyed of how Montgomery acted dissimilarly in front of his friends.
“What the fuck, Bryce?!” You annoyingly complained as you felt that Bryce wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You didn’t notice that they stopped in front of you as you were so concentrated on Montgomery’s actions. “Fuck off, Walker.” You’ve never been friends with Bryce, he was one of those people who got above himself and you’ve hated him since always.
“What?” Bryce innocently smiled at you as he squeezed one of your shoulder with his large and nasty hand. You flinched at the tightness of his grip and he gave you a meaningful smirk, which seriously made you feel anxious and tensed.
“Bryce, you’re hurting her!” Montgomery forcefully pushed his friend away, so Bryce would loosen his grip and would let you go. You were shocked that Monty defended you, also because you’ve never thought that he would never do such things.
“What the fuck, Montgomery?!” Bryce corrugated his forehead as he complained of his friend’s actions. Bryce couldn’t believe that his friend stopped him from being an asshole for the first time, while you unleashed a sigh of relief for what has Montgomery did for you. You were afraid, though, that Bryce would start a fight between them, although they are close friends, almost best friends.
“You were hurting her, Bryce!” Montgomery exclaimed once again as he pulled you behind him, distancing you from Bryce. He was taller than you and you peeked to see Bryce’s face, leaning your face on Montgomery’s back.
“Fucking asshole, don’t tell me that you like her!” Bryce couldn’t believe on what he was seeing and he just needed to fuck with everyone up. You felt a tight knot in your stomach as you thought that Bryce was just making fun of you.
“Of course not,” Montgomery guiltily answered as he defended himself, barricading the feelings that he felt for you, so he would keep them hidden just for himself. “I-I a-actually ha-hate her!” He stuttered as he lied through his teeth.
Montgomery might appear as an asshole and a tough guy but when you started to exchange messages with him, you learn that he was a great guy with a big, clean and pure heart.
“You hate her but she is your text buddy?” Bryce raised an eyebrow as he voluntarily mocked Montgomery. Bryce knew his friend very well and he’s always noticed that Montgomery would do anything for the girl if he ever liked her.
“Only because I am bored or something.” Montgomery rolled his eyes as he gave a playful, but hard punch on Bryce’s arm.
You were hurt for what he has said, thinking that he was saying something that he really thought of. You’ve always admired Montgomery and, in fact, you jumped for joy when he sent you a message for the first time. You never thought that talking to him would be interesting and it was one of the things that you looked up to every day, nevertheless Alex’s sermons day after day.
“Thanks! It absolutely makes me feel better, de la Cruz!” You fussed over it as if it was a big deal. Well, it was a big deal as you slowly heard your heart shattering into little pieces. His word hurt and he sucked.
“Well, I really despise you.” Montgomery fiercely said as he walked beside Bryce and looked at you. It seemed like the barrier that protected you from Bryce was taken away from you.
“The feeling is mutual, Montgomery!” You bravely pointed it out, masking the feelings that you felt for him, just like what he was doing. You decided to take your sass out as you saw Montgomery smirking, knowing that you were just pretending. “I despiseyou too, so don’t think that I am fine with you texting me. ” You smirked back and his face darkened.
“Oh, shit!” Bryce exclaimed with a loud laugh and some noisy cheering hollers for you. “Is that the stench of being shut down, Monty?”
“Who cares? She’s weird and miffing anyways.” Montgomery rolled his eyes and you just raised your shoulders to shrug everything off. The battle between you has just begun, but you didn’t mind it as you both knew that you were just faking it.
“Monty, bro, she’s hot and sexy!” Bryce wrapped his arm around Montgomery’s shoulders and he started on spitting some trashes from his mouth once again. He started to praise your body and it made you feel uncomfortable. “Are you letting that chance to slip off your hands? If I were you, I wouldn’t.” He winked at you and you looked at him in a disgusted way.
“Just fuck off, Bryce!” Montgomery shook his head as he took Bryce’s arm off his shoulders. His face softened and he stopped being the fake asshole that he was. “She’s beautiful and fantastically great, but she deserves someone better than you! Remember that.”
“Dude, are you defending her?” Bryce looked at him with his judging look and Montgomery just playfully elbowed his friend.
“Why not? She’s a frenemy!” Montgomery kept on defending you and gave you a warm smile. You understood his rules now: he could tease you or he could make fun of you, but he would never let others to do the same. Never in a million years.
“What the fuck?” Bryce exclaimed with his corrugated forehead and a confused expression on his face.
“Bryce, just proceed to the gym. Go on!” Montgomery shooed his friend as he was sick of the conversation that you were having.
“Alright, Mr. lover boy!” Bryce teased once again as he gave a brotherly hug to his friend. “Bye, Hottie!” He winked and you rolled your eyes once again.
“Fuck you, Walker!” You and Montgomery swore in unison and Bryce just laughed at you, shaking his head. He smirked at you and made his way to the school’s gym.
You honestly hated Bryce’s presence and, unluckily, he was one of those guys that you would always see every day at school. He was famous for being the best varsity player of your school and he was just so confident of himself for that. He really sucked.
“I better get going too,” Montgomery started as he broke your thoughts. “you know how that Physics teacher hates me!”
“I know,” You let out some soft giggles. “you don’t want to be late.” You winked and he flashed you his sweet and true smile.
“Talk to you later!” He exclaimed as if it was an important thing to do. Texting you could be defined as one of his favourite things to do and you actually felt great with that.
“Sure.” You smiled back and you waved at him as he started to walk in backwards. He waved back at you before turning around to walk normally.
You were left in the hallway with a wide smile as you held your phone tightly in one hand. You admired him as he walked away and you started to think of the things that he has said before.
You remembered that he called you beautiful and fantastically great and you quickly felt the heat on your cheeks. Montgomery was really one of a kind and you felt happy that he defended you from his friend.
“Monty!” You suddenly shouted as his silhouette vanished in the crowd.
“Yeah?” He shouted in response. You couldn’t see him anymore, but you luckily heard his voice.
“Thank you!” You shouted back, but you felt disappointed as you didn’t hear him answer.
You just shrugged it off and you started to fidget with your phone. You observed different facets of the people passing by, still with Montgomery in your mind.
“It was nothing, I will always protect you.” You silently read the message as your phone beeped that one personalized ringtone. “And remember that I still hate you, okay?!”
“I hate you too, asshole!” You giggled as you slid your fingers on your device’s screen, typing that little reminder to Montgomery. You sheepishly and foolishly smiled at your phone and patiently waited for your slow-as-a-tortoise best friend.
Request: Hey :) Could you please write a Bellamy x reader where (Y/N) is a grounder and she’s been taught to hate both mountain people and sky people after living in fear of them. Things change when she encounters Bellamy and the two of them begin to fall for each other.
Growing up on earth was not easy. Falling for Bellamy Blake, on the other hand, was the easiest thing you’ve ever done. Your parents had raised you to believe that the people who resided on the mountain and lived in the sky were dangerous, evil beings out to harm you. Your whole village lived in constant fear that one day they would strike but as you look at the sky person caught in your animal trap, you start to think that maybe they were wrong. Very wrong.
“You don’t look dangerous.” You stare in wonder, tilting your head as he tries to wriggle free from the thick rope caught onto his ankles.
“Just wait until I get out of here.” He responds angrily, pulling on the rope fiercely. Walking up to him curiously, you put your spear down to look at him. He pauses when you crouch down closely, running your fingertips along his shoulders, touching the soft material. It’s nothing like the type of harsh rag-like clothing you’re used to. It’s odd. The myths told about sky people said they wear white armour with big, round glass helmets. This man definitely does not fit that description. The stories of sky people also told of their teeth being sharp and pointy, like thousands of knives protruding from their red gums. He tries to wriggle away when you place your hands on his lips, opening his mouth to examine his teeth. They look like yours - normal.
Moving your hands from his mouth you look at him in confusion, “Who are you?” You ask angrily, reaching back for your spear as he sits up.
“Bellamy.” He blinks, watching your hand grasp the weapon, “I’m from the sky.”
Summary: you were a busy person! Sundays were usually your day off but when your friend asked you out for coffee you were sure you knew exactly why. Sex. You had your regular boys throughout the week, kind of making a schedule for each boy, let’s see if Sunday boy can keep up.
Warnings: uggghhh thigh riding, fem dom, switch play, orgasm denial, dirty talk lol alla dat n more probably
A/n: So here it is! The start of my new series fic where the reader respectfully hoes around with a new bangtan member each day! I’ll try uploading each one a week apart from each other on the members coordinating day but I might mess that up bc I can’t control when inspo comes and goes😓 anyway, please enjoy Sunday boy- jungkook💖((( also ps. I changed up the formatting pls let me know if you like this style better😣💖))
So, y’all, Negan is a fool. 😂 He has no idea that his downfall just strutted past him in this scene lol.
After Rick and Michonne’s heartfelt talk, we see Michonne, with the deer around her, looking like a full fledged boss as she walks past Negan. (Side note: The subtle surprised/sad look Michonne gives, when she notices Daryl, is so great and Danai truly can act without uttering a word.👏🏽)
As Michonne walks past Negan, I was like, “Uh, Negan, do you see this queen strutting past and mad dogging you right now? She’s going to be your undoing, bruh." 😂 Cuz Michonne is Rick’s rock and so as long as Rick has her, Negan will never fully break him. It’s so interesting to see her walk past Negan because he really has no idea just how crucial this woman is to Rick and just how much she can change the whole game.
Like I really feel like even just her presence back in ASZ made the vibe feel different there. It felt like there was a certain strength and power reinstalled in the community. Even Rick feels more whole, like he’s def still very broken, but you can tell that this day sucks just a little less when she’s there. Negan enjoys targeting leaders, but he just lets Rick’s leader walk right past him. Did I mention he’s a fool? 😋
I love this moment because it says so much. One; it says that Michonne has agreed to Rick’s request even though she doesn’t necessarily like it. Two; it says that Michonne is over Negan and she’s not afraid to give him a look that shows him that. Three; This whole scene is proof that Rick and Michonne can’t quite hide or downplay how much they care about each other. (Nor should they)
Four; Michonne walks ahead of Rick and, if my eyes don’t deceive me, Rick keeps his eyes on her. He only looks at Negan once Negan starts speaking. It lets you know, once again, that they’re not on the same page but they are still a unit. And it’s tough seeing Rick walking behind her cuz there’s still this distance between them, and that’s just not the way they’re meant to be. But what I love about this shot of them walking, is that it really looks like Rick’s following the woman who leads him.
And five; that deer drop tho.
So as Michonne walks past Negan, holding this deer, the message is loud and clear; this woman is fierce. I love that Michonne has no fear when glaring at Negan. Like she knows to be somewhat subtle with it, but she’s also making it clear that she’s not feeling him even a little bit. Let him know, sis!
And Rick has an alibi at the ready when he tells Negan he thought she was scavenging but she was hunting. It’s sweet that this is Rick, once again, trying to protect her. In the words of Drake, this is Rick being like, “I think I’d lie for you” lol. And it’s crazy cuz Negan has no idea Rick is talking to him about his wife and his rock.
And when Rick hands over the gun, Negan tells him, “This is something to build a relationship on”. The scene cuts to Michonne when he says this, as she literally looks like she could murder him right then and there. Overlapping this shot with that line of dialogue isn’t a coincidence. But the irony is that, as much as Negan should be something that breaks Richonne, he really is only going to make their relationship stronger in the long run.
And then Rick heartbreakingly tries to make one last request and ask if Daryl can stay. It’s really sweet that Rick’s willing to take yet another risk and make a request for someone he cares about. And I almost feel like even the courage he musters to do this, has to do somewhat with the fact that his source of strength is back home. But, of course, Negan tells Rick he can’t have Daryl back and Daryl’s not about to plead his case cuz he knows there’s no use. 😥
I like that Michonne stays with that deer around her and she’s surrounded by Saviors with literally zero fear. Like she could have just gave up the deer and left but she stays standing right in the mix of them. Even surrounded by all these dangerous men, her only concern is Rick’s conversation with Negan. She looks like if Rick were to say the word she would go into fight mode on the spot.
(Side Note: It’s crazy seeing Rick, Michonne, and Daryl all around Negan in this scene. Like these are the baddest of the bunch, but right now Negan has them all enslaved. He doesn’t even realize these three are basically apocalyptic all-stars lol…But he’ll learn.)
So Negan lets Rick know he expects something interesting for next time and it’s interesting cuz this is Michonne’s first time seeing Negan degrade Rick today. You know it frustrated her to her core to see Negan bully her man.
And then Negan tells Arat to grab the deer before they head out…But see, Michonne isn’t your average chick. So they might’ve thought she was about to just softly hand this deer over, but Michonne was like…
And Homegirl drops the deer and mad dogs Negan, one last time, before fiercely turning and walking away. Queen. 👏🏽👏🏽🙌🏾👸
I love that in one final act of defiance for the day, Michonne drops the deer. It really does feel like a “drop the mic” moment. And talk about making an entrance and exit! Like I know everybody in the vicinity took note of her. You can actually see a Savior sort of take note when she walks away lol.
It’s actually a super big deal that Michonne drops the deer this way. It’s bold and it lets you know Negan has not ripped the fight out of her. I feel like, in her eyes, Negan is a dead man walking it’s just a matter of time. She might not be able to cut Negan up right here but she still makes a statement. This is still the Michonne. And the Michonne does not take kindly to governors, tyrants, and triers of Rick Grimes.
It’s so clear in this moment that she’s beyond frustrated with their situation and this oppression and she’s unafraid to hide it. And when she drops the deer she then turns and walks further into that Savior crowd cuz she is unfazed by any of them. (Side note: Notice the two people who most visibly defied Negan today are Carl and Michonne. Grimes 2.0 ain’t nothing to play with, y’all.)
Seeing Michonne drop the deer is where Rick can’t quite hide his emotions. He doesn’t take his eyes off her and he physically steps forward when she walks away. *magnets*
Negan decides to take one more petty jab at Rick by commenting on how he loves a girl that buys him dinner and yada, yada, yada. It’s literally like the last straw of the day for Negan to now be making suggestive jokes unknowingly about Rick’s woman.
But Rick doesn’t even seem to notice Negan’s taunting at this point. He’s almost completely preoccupied with that fact that Michonne is so clearly unhappy right now.
I feel like this Negan reign is extra difficult for Rick and Michonne due to their intertwined well-beings. Rick’s not okay and so Michonne is even more not okay. And Michonne’s not okay so, as we see in this scene, Rick’s even more not okay too.
I love that Rick’s focus is on Michonne here, even with Negan right in his ear. I was like, Negan, a Richonne moment is happening right before your eyes, bruh. So stop talking cuz…
But on another note, Negan’s comment could make you wonder if he took some minor note of Michonne, not necessarily as Rick’s significant other, but as someone Rick obviously cares about.
I feel like there might be two reasons for Rick’s concerned expression here. One is because he’s so legitimately pained that she’s unhappy. This is a man who loves getting things for her and now he’s had to ask her to give up something. And, even though Michonne would never hold this against him, you can tell Rick personally feels that he’s let her down.
But two; I also think the concerned expression is because he’s like “Dang, my girl is kind of unafraid of Negan” cuz she wanted Negan to know she was #overhim when she dropped that deer. But, because Rick was so broken in that lineup, and is taking on so much of the guilt, he’s more in a place to just take the hits. And I think seeing Michonne drop that deer like a boss made him realize he’s going to have to convince her they unfortunately can’t even remotely be bosses around this psycho.
Don’t get me wrong, Michonne is smart so she’s not going to do anything too recklessly defiant. But Rick knows that any type of defiance could be fatal, so I think the deer drop concerned him a bit. And it also really confirmed to him that Michonne is in a different head space than he’s in right now when it comes to how they view and approach Negan.
What’s super clear in this scene though, is that Rick truly makes Michonne’s happiness one of his top responsibilities, so he’s feeling extra down rn. And luckily we don’t have to wait long before seeing R&M talk it out.
*But first Rick serves some OG Rick Grimes when he talks to Spencer and tells him to “Say yes.” (Which little did we know would become very special words to us.😋 )
*Just a heads up: The following is about the Season Eight sneak peek*
So I mentioned in an earlier post that I only wanted Rick and Michonne to have a baby if it was in the last season…But then I saw that sneak peek last night and this happened…
And, y’all, I make mistakes and I learn my lessons lol.
I really want Rick and Michonne to have a baby! It doesn’t have to be soon, but I’m def fully on board for this now. Something about Rick’s line in this sneak peek just triggered me and I immediately got on the Richonne baby train.
And I acknowledge that Rick might have just strictly meant he’s ready to just be Rick “the dad” and “husband” after the war and let someone else lead. But with Maggie talking about trimesters, and Ezekiel talking about fighting for the children to come, like there was just some serious baby vibes in this scene and I was so here for it lol.
I heard this line and I was really like, “Rick, bruh, I need you to please elaborate on this. Like what exactly do you mean? Cuz I’m low key getting baby vibes from this ambiguous statement.” Even just the possible implication that Rick is open to having a child with Michonne made me so happy.
Wanting a kid might not even be remotely what Rick was referencing in this scene, and y’all probably have much better insight on it than me. But either way, it made me much more excited about the idea of Richonne having a kid. (Y’all know I’m a little late to the party sometimes.😂 But I’m here now!)
Anyways, just thought I’d give an update lol. Cuz I was hesitant about a Richonne baby and then, the minute I heard this line, this was literally me…
If it’s anything these two adore, it’s loving each other…and of course challenging the other to see who can last the longest in concern to touching each other without being caught.
Touching Headcanon (PUBLIC VERSION):
- Nesta is not one that shows much affection in public.
- But she does love a challenge.
- Cassian and Nesta make it a game of how far they can push each other in public without anyone noticing.
- The Commander takes charge first by wrapping an arm around Nesta and subtly stroking the side of her breasts.
- Nesta returns the favor later on when she claims that the his leather straps holding his blades are loose…
- This leads to Nesta getting on her knees and adjusting the straps on Cassian’s waist and thighs.
- She makes sure to rub him through his pants and she can tell that his pants are now tightening for another reason other than her cinching the leather bands.
- Nesta looks up at Cassian with a sultry smirk. “Does that feel better Cassian?”
- Cassian’s eyes are burning as watches Nesta run a finger up his thigh before it grazes his hardened member and settle on his belt.
- It’s at this point Cassian jerks his head to a private alcove away from any prying eyes.
- Nesta doesn’t even hide her smile as Cassian gently helps her up and leads her to spot where he can thoroughly show her how much she has affected him.
- As if she didn’t already see it through his pants anyway.
- When they round the corner Cassian immediately has her against the wall.
- “Cassian!” Nesta whispers fiercely. “Someone can just walk by-”
- “I would be more concerned that they are going to hear you sweetheart,” Cassian chuckles before letting lose his restraint.
- His hands explore every inch of Nesta. His lips quickly follow until reaching Nesta’s neck where he kisses, bites, sucks and licks her.
- Nesta’s hands quickly become occupied when one slips between the band of Cassian’s pants and begins to stroke him while the other reaches for his wings.
- W I N G S I N
- She runs her palms down the large expanse of his wing and pays special attention to the joints that will bring Cassian closer to release.
- Cassian’s cock twitches and he can’t help but to grind against Nesta to let off a bit of steam as he continues to tease her with his own fingers and mouth.
- But before she can send him into a blissful orgasm, Cassian’s hands quickly snatches hers away.
- “Ladies first,” Cassian growls against her neck.
- And this time it’s Cassian sinking to his knees.
- The Commander has no mercy for the Emissary. He lifts Nesta’s dress up and pulls down her lacy underwear before his tongue is quick to find a rhythm that he knows will send his mate over the edge at a blinding speed.
- Nesta’s fingers tangle in Cassian’s long hair. Tugging- urging him to go faster.
- Cassian obliges with an eager smile.
- And soon Nesta is biting her lip to contain a moan as sexual release barrels through her body and leaves her in a trembling mess against the wall.
- Cassian is there to support her with his body. His arms pull her into his chest as she clutches to his straining biceps.
- When Nesta settles she looks up at Cassian and knows they aren’t through yet.
- “Let’s get out of here,” Nesta whispers against Cassian’s cheek before giving him a playful nip on his earlobe. “Because now it’s my turn to have my way with you…and I plan on making sure you’re not quiet when I’m through with you.”
- Cassian barked out a laugh that he is sure the others have heard from the main room. But he doesn’t care. Not when Nesta has that promising look in her eye and-
- Cauldron boil him, but she’s already stroking him again through his pants.
- He quickly flies them home where they won’t have to restrain themselves any longer.
- Yet it wouldn’t be a surprise if half of Velaris heard them that evening as Cassian and Nesta both couldn’t hold back their noises of pleasure.
Hercules was the first on to catch up to Lafayette.
“What’re you doin’?” he asked.
“I’m goin’ to tell him to stop, and if he doesn’t, I’ll fight him!” Lafayette said proudly. Hercules admired his friend and walked right alongside him. Laf went up to Big James and pulled on his coat, harder than Alex did. James looked down.
“I thought I told you twerps to beat it.” He said shoving Laf backwards. Laf stumbled, then pushed him right back.
“No!” He yelled. “You can’t hurt us anymore! Leave mes amies (my friends) alone!” Laf said loudly. The others stood watching their friend’s bravery. James glared at him.
“Don’t you speak French with me. You know I don’t understand!” James said, getting mad. Laf smiled.
“Oh, you don’t? Dommage, James! Je m’en fous! Casse toi! (Pity, James! I do not care! Go away!)” Laf yelled. James pushed him away again.
“Leave me alone twerp! Or we’ll beat you up.” He said motioning to his big friends. Laf looked around, only a little scared, but stood tall.
“Non.” He said bravely, crossing his arms and planting his feet. Alex walked up and joined him.
“No.” Alex said, copying his stance. One by one all the kids came up and stood next to Laf. Maria was the last to come up. She looked James straight in the eye.
“No.” She said. James glared at her.
“What did you say?” He asked, stepping toward her. She didn’t move.
“No.” She repeated louder. “Don’t hurt me or my friends ever again. Remember what momma said.” James glared at her.
“Momma isn’t here.” James said shoving his sister. “And you can’t tell me what to do.” He shoved her again. “And I told you not to tell anyone what happened!” He yelled loudly. He shoved her harder, and she fell down on the ground. Peggy ran up to her and hugged her, then turned to James.
“You’re a bully!” She yelled. James laughed and pushed her too. Angelica gasped and, without pausing, went up to James and shoved him from behind. James fell over and looked up at Angelica.
“Don’t you EVER touch my sister like that again!” She yelled protectively. The toddlers joined Angelica in standing in a line facing James and his friends. James laughed and stood up.
“You wanna fight? We can do that.” He said calling his friends over. Alex whispered something to little James Madison. He nodded and ran off. Alex ran right up to big James.
“We don’t want to fight. But we won’t ap-olo-gize for doing what’s right!” He said loudly. Eliza smiled at his use of big words, she knew he tried his best to learn a lot of them. James laughed again and he and his friends started pushing the kids away from them.
“Get outta here! Go play in the sandbox or something.” James said, grabbing Maria’s arm and leading her away. James’s friends each started pushing or pulling a kid toward the sandbox, following James’s lead. Just then James Madison came running back, red in the face and out of breath. Big James groaned.
“There’s more of you?” he said. Little James ran right up to Alex and whispered in his ear. Alex smiled. James and his big friends kept pushing the kids around, and the kids kept fighting back. Back and forth and back and forth. Until-
“What is the meaning of this?” They all turned and saw Mr. Washington standing there with his arms crossed. Immediately, they toddlers were let go and everyone started talking at once.
“It’s a misunderstanding!”
“It wasn’t my fault!”
“It’s not what it looks like!”
Mr. Washington held up a hand for silence, and went right up to Maria.
“Maria, is it? What’s going on here?” He asked her gently. Maria bit her lip and pulled at her dress.
“Well, I, uh, you see, it’s, um.” Maria stuttered. She looked at her older brother, who was staring daggers at her. The she looked at her friends, who were smiling at her.
“You can tell Mr. Washington. Don’t let James scare you anymore!” called Eliza. Maria sighed and looked at the patient teacher.
“James-kept-hitting-me-even-though-my-momma-told-him-not-to-and-we-all-went-to-tell-him-to-stop-and-he-didn’t-and-he-kept-hitting-and-pushing-us.” Maria said in one breath. Mr. Washington looked at the older boys.
“I think it’s time we went for a little trip to the front office.” Mr. Washington said, pointing to the doors. The older boys groaned, but obeyed. Only James gave Maria a fierce glare, but kept walking. Alex smiled.
“We did it!” He yelled, hugging Maria. Everyone smiled and cheered. They spent the rest of recess playing tag on the playground, when they went in from recess, Mr. Washington told them the boys had gotten sent home early, and that there would be more people outside to watch the kids from now on. Maria smiled and thanked Mr. Washington, and was invited to be in their class the rest of the day. They all talked about it for the rest of the day in class and praised each other for being brave. Even little James Madison got praised, for running fast enough to get Mr. Washington outside in time.
“Raise a juice box!” said John, holding his Sammy A’s apple juice high. The others followed suit. “To bravery!” He cried. The others smiled and copied him.
“Hey Stiles, what time is your dad getting home?” You asked as you stepped through the door of the Stilinski household.
“In about an hour or so… I think he and Parrish are going to finish up a few things and then they will be over here.” He replied as he gave you a wink.
You had been best friends with Stiles every since you two were little kids. Nothing romantic ever happened between the both of you, you were just great friends that trusted each other with your lives. Since you were so close you two would tell each other everything, so Stiles was the first to find out about the crush you had for Parrish.
“Oh, shut up Stiles!” You said while laughing and trying not blush as you threw a pillow at Stiles.
“Hey, I’m just trying to help! It’s not like you need it though… Parrish is like head over heels for you!”
“No he is not… You just say that because your my friend.” You argued, secretly hoping he was right.
“And why would you say that? I have proof for my accusation… Do you?”
“Well no… But… Wait a second… Proof?? Tell me more…” You pleaded.
“So, me being a guy I can sort of tell what a guy will do when he likes a girl. A lot of things that Parrish does when he is around you. He blushes, smiles a lot more, he tries to be more manly, he would do anything to protect you, anytime he is around you he always makes sure he is close to you, he talks about you a lot… I could go on, but just from that it’s inevitable that he is totally into you!” Stiles said making you smile and blush like crazy.
“Really? Do you really think so?” You asked.
“Without a doubt…” He smiled.
“So what should I do?”
“Hmm… Parrish seems to be really protective over you… So what if, when they get here, we sort of pretend to be closer than we actually are. We can sit closer and do and say things that a couple would do. Since we are friend it wouldn’t be awkward for us, and it would drive Parrish mad until he finally did something.”
“Would you really do that for me Stiles?” You beamed.
“Oh, absolutely! Plus, I think Lydia is starting to have a crush on him, so if you two are together, I’m all she will have left and then she will come to me!” He said cheerfully, very proud of the idea he had just created.
He then continued,“ So for this to work even better than what I have planned, you need to change.”
“What?” You asked. You had been wearing a pair of Jeans and a cute top, what was wrong with it?
“You need shorts and a tank top, it will be sexier and then Parrish will literally have his eyes glued to you!”
You shrugged your shoulders and went along with it. You had kept a bag at Stiles’ house since you were there so often. You pulled out the shortest pair of Jean shorts that you had and decided to just put on a Cami and out a jacket over it. The decisions making your body look great.
You then walked back out to the living room were Stiles was.
“That is perfect! We will have Parrish drooling by the time he walks through be door!”
You giggled a little bit and then sat on the couch next to Stiles. After a minute Stiles nearly jumped off of the couch saying,“ Wait, I almost forgot!” He then ran to his room.
“Forgot what?” You asked concerned.
He walked back into the room and held his hand out to yours. “This.” You opened your hand to see what he had just given you, you then noticed that he had handed you a condom.
“Stiles! What the hell is this for?” You asked with your eyes wide, not even thinking about this being the result of his plan.
“Oh I think you know!” He said with a wink.
You laughed a little and thought to yourself, I can pull this off… You then sat back down and began to watch a TV show as you waited for Sheriff and Parrish to arrive.
After around 20 minutes you heard two car doors from outside the window and Stiles quickly motioned for you to scoot closer to him. You did so and he put his arm around your shoulder as you snuggled up into his body. You continued watching a show that was on the television. As soon as you heard the door Stiles began to laugh and you followed along. The laughs not dying down until Sheriff Stilinski and Parrish walked into the room.
“Oh hey dad,” said stiles,“ We didn’t even notice you were home. What’s Parrish doing here?”
“Oh, he was just giving me a ride back since we were already working together throughout today.” Replied Sheriff as he turned toward Parrish. “Thanks again by the way!”
“Oh it was no problem!” Said Parrish is the same voice that made your heart melt.
Sheriff then said,“ Well I’m so tired for working at the office today, so I’m going to go grab a shower and then take a nap! Thanks Parrish, feel free to stay as long as you want!”
With that the Sheriff had left the room and it was time to initiate your plan. Parrish sat In a chair across the room from you and Stiles.
“So, anything new happening?” Asked a very nervous Parrish.
“Oh nothing much, we’ve just been hanging out…” You said in a sweet voice as you ran your hand over Stiles chest.
Parrish seemed to tense a bit at the sight. “So about how often are you over here, (y/n)?”
Stiles answered before you could,“ oh she is over her quite often… Nearly all of the time except for the night, but sometimes she’s here for that to…” He smirked at you and then took his free hand that wasn’t around your shoulder and trailed it up your thighs then began to trace patterns on your legs.
Parrish now clenching his fists and his face red with envy.
“So I’m going to go grab a drink anybody want one? It just seems to be getting so hot in here!” You said as you unzipped your jacket and took it off. “Don’t you think?” You asked Parrish with a smile plastered upon your face.
“Oh very! I will take a water please…” He replied.
Stiles then added,“ I will have the same.” As you walked out stiles he leaned out and smacked your ass knowing that it would kill Parrish.
You smirked as you continued walking. You came back with three waters in your hand to hold them you had placed them in your arms, to wear you weren’t using your hands. You walked over to Parrish first and bent over to where he could reach the waters and have a nice view of your cleavage.
“Take one…” You said as he reached out and took a bottle from you.
You then walked over and on your way “tripped” and dropped the other water bottles.
“Oops…” You said as you bent over to grab them giving Parrish an extremely nice view of your ass.
You then walked over handed stiles his water but Parrish had been sent over the edge.
“You know it starting to get late so how about I take you home (y/n)? That way it won’t cost Stiles a trip out…”
You winked at Stiles then turned around and said,“ Oh that would be wonderful! Bye Stiles!” You leaned down to give him a kiss in which he returned. You then followed behind Parrish and you made your way out to his car.
One you had gotten in and began to drive down the road Parrish said,“ What the hell was that?”
You replied sweetly,“ I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
“Oh you know good and damn well what I’m talking about (y/n)! You and Stiles are not together… I know you aren’t!”
You smiled. Then noticed you had missed the turn off for your street and you were going towards his home. “Umm… Where are we going?” You asked him.
You did not get an answer. Instead he turned down the road to his house and you finally pulled into his driveway.
He got out of the car and you followed him now knowing where this was going and you were proud of it.
Parrish unlocked his door and then walked in, you following close behind him. He got in, locked the door, threw is stuff onto a nearby table then walked fiercely back over to you.
As soon as he reached you he put on of his hands behind your neck pulled you in quickly for a kiss. It quickly got heated and passionate. His free hand traveled down your back until it was placed on your ass giving it a firm squeeze.
He broke the kiss for a mere second to say,“ Jump.” You did as you were told jumping up and wrapping your legs around is waist. His large hands now placed on your lower back. Parrish then walked the two of you up to his room.
He opened the door with one arm the other still supporting your body. He walked over and set you down on the bed as he hovered atop of you. You then moved your hands from his neck and down to the hem of his shirt, slightly playing with the fabric between your fingers signaling for him to take it off. He sat up grabbed his shirt and took it off throwing it to the floor. He then leaned back down and planted a single kiss on your lips. He then grabbed your tank top and ripped it off of you.
He moved his mouth to your neck were he began to leave a trail of wet kisses until he reached your bra line. He snaked his arms around your back and unclasped your bra as you threw it to the ground. He went back to work with his mouth now sucking in spots until he was sure he left a mark to show that you were his. He moved one of his hands up and began to massage your breasts. His mouth wandered all over your skin searching to find your sweet spot. He finally landed on it and began to suck hard until you let out a moan.
He smirked then moved down, leaving a trail of kissed until he reached your shorts. He unbuttoned them, pulled down the zipper then slid them down your legs.
He maneuvered his way back up leaving little kisses on your legs on the way. He then moved his head up to wear it was next to your ear and he whispered,“ Is this what you wanted baby girl?” He nibbled on your ear lobe making you moan loudly.
“Mm, that’s what I thought… But just you wait princess…” He said as he made his way back down to your hips. He bit the line of your panties and took them down off of you using his mouth.
He again moved back up and spread you legs apart.. His head inches away from your core.
“Who made you this wet? Huh, baby? Who did this to you?”
All you could do was loan do to how close he was to you. He moved his face even closer and said,“ I asked you a question!” He took his tongue and locked a quick stripe up your slit. “I expect an answer!”
You shivered underneath him and said aloud,“ you! Only you Parrish!”
He gently kissed your folds as you answered and then he said,“ That’s what I like to here! Moan for me baby!” He then pushed his tongue in and began to flick it against your clit rapidly. He then sucked hard making you moan and scream his name. He then moved in of his hands up and without a warning pushed two fingers into you. He pushed them in and out at a rapid pace. Making you shake beneath him. You were almost at your high and Parrish knew… He moaned against your skin and the vibrations sent you over the edge and you came on his hand and in his mouth.
He then licked you clean before taking of his pants and his boxers revealing his long length.
You bit your lip as you watched him stroking himself to reach his maximum length.
You then remembered what Stiles had given you. “Baby, my shorts… Check the pocket.”
He leaned over to pick them up and reached inside the pocket and grabbed out the condom.
You smirked at you. “Wow you really were prepared…”
You nodded. He put the condom on, walked back over and climbed on top of you. He looked up at you asking for permission and you nodded. He then eased his way into your entrance letting you adjust for a minute before he bang to pump in and out of you at a rapid pace. The pain quickly turned into pure pleasure.
Only a minute later you were both close.
“J-Jordan… I’m close…” You moaned out.
“I know baby.. Me too… Just let go”
You did and so did he.
He then rolled over next to you on his bed. He pulled a blanket over you both and then he kissed your forehead.
“I love you (y/n)” he said.
You looked at him, happier than ever! “I love you too!”
Request: Hey cutie pie!! could you write a Sirius x reader where she tends not to eat (or very little) and each day she’s skinnier, and no one notices it but him, who’s clearly in love with her, but she doesn’t trust him and tries to push him away? sorry if too long, thank you❤❤ This is from a different pov. Hope you like it nonnie! ALSO. Don’t ever think that you are not good enough. Love your body. Cherish it. Be proud. You deserve the world! Warnings: So, I wrote this on my phone. I don’t know if it’s okay. My English, and possible triggering thoughts? Gif/image aren’t mine. Credits to their original owners. Masterlist
She was beautiful. That wasn’t all he could say about her. She was mesmerizing, smart, polite, sarcastic, classy, elegant, kind, sweet and caring. Merlin, he could go on and on all day! She was perfect. But she didn’t know and Sirius had noticed. It had been a week since he first understood what was going on. However, he couldn’t figure out why. To him, she was a vision-and not just to him. Even though he wouldn’t admit it, he was jealous of every guy that did as much as talk to her. Today he took note of everything she was doing. Every little detail. He wanted to decode her. The lunch was wonderful as always. She had piled up her plate with a bit of everything and had poured some juice into her cup. As she engaged in the conversation, she played with her food, pretending to eat, while in fact she never even touched it. “Why isn’t she eating?” he questioned. His friends looked over at her. They were perfectly aware of his not-so-subtle crush on her. It was rather difficult for someone not to like her. Her personality, her body. Because they were boys after all. That impeccably curved body. It drove Sirius mad. And unfortunately, not just him. “Indeed, she is not” Remus commented after a bit of observation. Sirius made a gesture that said ‘Yes. Thank you’ “It’s been going on for a week now” he said genuinely worried. Not because he was in love with her- Nah, that would be impossible, right? Wrong. “You have noticed that something wasn’t right and you haven’t talked to her?” James asked mildly upset. Yes, he wasn’t in love with her but with Lily but she was a friend, a fellow student, a person! Sirius frowned. "You’re right. I will talk to her" he simply stated. How do I approach her? The truth was, he wasn’t that close to her. She was a friend of Lily’s, but not exactly his. He hadn’t even talked to her- he was always shuttering around her. He just had to find the perfect timing.
Two more days had gone by. She was getting thinner and thinner. And she was in perfect health before… This. Curvy, yes. Sexy, Merlin, yes. And healthy. She was getting skinny. She was a mess. She hadn’t had any sleep and he could notice. She hadn’t had any meals for days and he knew. Not even juice. Not even an apple. He couldn’t take it. Seeing her falling apart. He walked towards her group and plopped down beside her. She yelped in surprise. Her plate was intact and full. She smiled kindly but it was too weak. “Hello” she greeted him. Even her voice was weak. She was pushing herself to the limits. Why was she doing this? Couldn’t she see how bad she was treating herself? “Hello beautiful” he said. Something about the way he said it was different. He wasn’t flirting. He was simply stating a fact. She rolled her eyes. “That pudding was amazing! You should try it” he informed her over-dramatically. She just laughed and took a sip of her drink. No, wait. She didn’t. She pretended to. Why weren’t her friends aware of this? Forcing her to eat something. Anything! “Guys, I have to go. See you later” she announced after a while. She stood up abruptly and practically marched out of the Great Hall. Sirius followed her without even realizing it. Without even thinking about it. Once they were outside, he softly pulled her by her wrist-she seemed fragile. She hadn’t noticed him and she was ambushed. “Why are you doing this?” he asked her almost pleadingly. He looked into her eyes. Even her eyes had lost their vividness. “What exactly am I doing?” she asked terrified of what he might know. “Not eating, dammit!” he whispered-yelled at her. Her eyes widened and she removed herself from his grip. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answers to” she fiercely said and walked away. “Fuck fuck fucking fuck” he exclaimed.
He couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t shake her out of his mind. Two more days had passed and each time he tried to talk to her, she would walk away like she didn’t trust him. And that hurt him. Fine, fine. He had come to terms with his feelings(they guys may or may not tease him every single second). He cared about her, more than he had ever cared about a girl before. He was worried like he would be worried for his mates but a tad more. He sighed and grabbed the map, quickly opening it. The map revealed everyone’s location. But he was only interested in one. He found her. Astronomy Tower? Without a second thought, he climbed down from his bed, borrowed the invisible cloak and walked outside, trying to avoid any noise.All the way to the Tower he was thinking. He didn’t know why she was acting like that. Maybe she didn’t believe she was beautiful. Maybe he needed to remind her every day. And he would. He will. Finally, he reached the top step of the stairs. He heard a noise and froze. She was crying. No. No. No, please. Don’t. He moved closer carefully. He debated for a second whether or not he should reveal himself. The decision, however, was made for him. He stumbled, lost his balance and almost fell face first.She almost screamed. “I am sorry. I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you” he apologized softly. Her head was already turned away. She was sitting down, her back against the wall, knees to her chest and hands hiding her face. Nothing. After a bit, he gently sat down right next to her and gripped her chin, forcing her to look him straight in the eyes. He couldn’t resist and wiped some of her tears away with his thumb. “Please… Just talk to me” he said pleadingly. It was the second time she heard him using that tone. It felt sincere. She sighed. “I don’t want to have people worried about me” she found herself admitting. His touch made her feel safe and… Loved. Her heart squeezed in a strange way. Yeah, like that could happen.He cupped her cheek. Her face was inches away. He wanted to kiss her. Like, now. “Too late for that. I am worried about you. A lot. Just tell me. Please” he encouraged her. He had confessed in a way. Her eyes closed and she leaned into his hand. “Bellatrix. She-verbalized my thoughts. I am not good enough. Not thin enough. Not smart enough. Not… Enough” she whispered slowly while more tears found their way out. His family was responsible for this. How many more people do they have to hurt? Why? Why her? What did she ever do to them? “Listen to me. Look at me, love” he said, applying a little more pressure on her cheek. She did what he asked her, surprisingly enough. Her eyes… So lost. But she never felt like she could be enough. He could never see her like that. Or so she believed. “You are not just good enough. You are better. You are thin, no. Listen. Your body, love, was… Wow. Bellatrix would kill to have it. She is jealous. That’s why she said what she said. now we just have to get you healthy again. We will do that. As for smart? Okay, let’s stop pretending you are not a bigger dork than Remus. You are so much more than enough” he said fiercely but softly. She was about to say something, probably denying everything he had stated. But he kissed her. He pecked his lips against hers in a brief - yet extremely promising- kiss. “Now let’s get you to the kitchens” he said like an energized bunny. She was in shock. “Sirius, what just happened?” she asked him bewildered. He blushed. Normally, he would say something extremely cocky but now… “I-I like you. Actually, I think it’s more than that. And I wanted to do that for quite a while now. Sorry, I should have asked” he said and lowered his head. Her eyebrows rose. “You-like-me?” it was all she could muster. So, he didn’t care about her size or her grades. Was he honest? “Yeah”. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. Boy, he wasn’t good with words. Her mind was doing jumping jacks. She went bold. She grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him. “Chocolate Muffins?” she murmured against his lips. “Chocolate Muffins”.
“I dinna ken lassie, but I swear I will find her.”
“Do you pwomise?”
Jamie looked down to see the bright blue eyes of his
daughter, shining with innocence and trust. He saw his own reflection in
her glass eyes and knew in that moment that he could never lie to her.
So, he answered strongly, “Aye, I do.” He reached down and
brushed a curl from her warm forehead, she ran hot like he did. “I love you, a chuisle. Do ye know
Ellena smiled and turned her attention back to her wooden
pony that Jamie had carved for her. “Yes, I wove you too, Daddy.”
The trust that she had in him both made his heart swell so
much that he thought it must burst out of his chest and also terrified him to
the core of his bones.
He needed a way to never break that trust, which meant
finding Claire and finding Claire fast.
Ah dhia, women. Where
could ye be?
Jenny and Ian had sent word to Inverness and all other local
villages to see if anyone had seen her. Jamie himself having been occupied by
his newly restored son and daughter.
He had been itching with the temptation to go out and find
her himself, but the thought of leaving the twins so soon after he had just
found him physically made him hurt. Just the thought of it.
They slept on either side of Jamie, cuddled close on the
large bed. Jamie, consequently, hadn’t gotten much sleep in the last week,
but he had never been so happy to be tired. Most of the night, he kept a candle
burring and simply traced their features, marveling of the merging of his and
Ellena had faint freckles scattered across her cheeks as
Claire had during the summer months. He remembered her face in the sunshine in Paris as they laid in the grass together and how he would trace the small dots with his fingers, connecting them like
Brian had the small cow lick that Jamie had. He remembered
Jenny and his Mam trying to get the stubborn patch of hair to lie neatly on his
head when he would pose for his mother’s paintings. He had felt it himself as he smoothed his own hair back. He remembered
the slimy feeling of fat and grease as he tried to get the hair to stay down
for his wedding, wanting to look the best for his bride.
The hours went by like minutes. The nights turned to
mornings and then the world started up again and Jamie got to see the children
that he had made.
The twins fought and yelled and cried and smiled. They loved
one another something fierce. Jenny had walked by them and smiled, glancing at
Jamie before continuing on with her daily chores. Jenny shared his joy at the
fruition of his flesh and the security of his bloodline through Claire.
But his palms sweat and his heart raced when they told him
about the war-torn home they had left. Claire had felt this time would be safer
for their family, but how could it be? Jamie didn’t want to ask toddlers about
war and resolved to wait, but a few days after they had appeared, he realized
Ian and wee Jamie had been moving crates in the front yard
that they had built together. Jamie and Jenny had simply been marveling at the
twins while they played.
But a sudden crash from a fallen crate outside had resulted
in something Jamie found frightening.
Immediately, Brian shot up and grabbed Ellena’s hand before
scurrying under the the table and covering their heads with their hands. The
loud crash must have reminded them of something from their own time. It has
taken Jamie and Jenny almost an hour to convince them to come out and that they
And still, they clung to Jamie the rest of the day, burring their faces into his chest and weeping with fright.
So, as Jamie sat, watching Brian play with his toy, he had
“Brian, you said that there was a war? That’s why your mam
brought ye here, brought ye through the stones?”
He didn’t want to push his son into reliving bad memories,
but he needed to know. He needed to have a clue of what their past was like. His son didn’t spare him a glance as he was too busy
racing his horse across the floor as he answered.
“Yes. Lots of bombs and scary things.”
Jamir crossed himself briefly and said a quiet thanks to God
that his children had survived such horror. He didn’t know what a bomb was
exactly other than what Claire had told him before. He assumed they made a
sound similar to the one the crate made when it fell by the twin’s reaction.
“That’s how our first Daddy went bye-bye.”
Jamie looked back down at Brian sharply. First daddy? Frank.
“Frank, ye mean, Brian?”
Brian made a sound of agreement, making his horse gallop and
stride across the floor. Jamie didn’t want to push him any more today and
decided to drop the topic and let his son be a child, not having to relive
He sighed and leaned over to pluck Brian’s tiny form from
the floor, so soft and small, he held him close to his chest, against his heart.
“Ye ken that you’re safe now, son? You and your sister. I
wilna ever let anything happen to either or ye while there is breath in my
Brian’s eyes –so like his own– gazed at his for a moment,
“I ken,” Brian giggled, pleased at his mimicking of Jamie’s
Jamie laughed himself as the squirming toddler, his red
curls tickling his nose as he bounced against him in amusement.
Leaning his head down, Jamie kissed his forehead and
squeezed him tight, breathing in the scent of honey and dirt. His son.
Laughter from outside caught his attention and he saw Ellena
chasing her cousins in the yard, flying through the garden as the sun shown
down on them. The sun reflected all the shades of brown in her curls, dancing
around her as she ran and laughed.
Tears glistened in his eyes as he watched and held his son,
knowing this was all he had ever wanted in his life.
But the missing part of him still ached like a bruise that
wouldn’t heal. He needed to find Claire and he needed to find her soon.
Ok, imagine Ed seeing Oswald for the first time after he thought he killed him: Oswald walks in, his clothes fancy, his hair on fleek, his walk fierce, a badass tune playing. We see slow motion shots of Oswald walking towards Ed who is barely able to close his mouth as he watches the gay glory that is taking place in front of him.
Hi hi! I was wondering if you could do stripper!Daniel doing a private pole dance to Die 4 You by Perfume Genius for clubowner!Phil followed by sex where Dan is a total princess that was to have rough sex where he wants to be handled gently if that makes any sense? Like gently rough
Here you go!! Sorry it’s a bit long but I’m incapable of writing anything under 2k and I hope the gentle/rough thing was okay?? This was fun and I made Dan a bit more of a diva than anything but I hope you like it. (p.s. thanks for forcing me to finally listen to perfume genius I’ve been meaning to for ages and this song is great)
through the wad of cash in his hands, the pair of leather gloves from his last
act catching on the crumpled notes. £690. Not bad for one night’s work, and
that was only tips. If he’s honest, he’s pretty damn proud of what he raked in,
considering this was only his third night at Boys in Burlesque. From Dan’s – quite extensive – experience of
these high-class strip clubs, most of the audience were usually repeat customers
who generally picked a specific boy early on that they favoured. It usually
took a few months to build up a connection with these men and start earning
real cash – but apparently that didn’t apply to him. That was just one of the
reasons he already loved working there. There was also the fact that it was
probably the most exclusive, up-market gay burlesque club on this side of
London, which meant expensive drinks, classy men, and big tips. All three of
which Dan was a real sucker for – he loved
him a man in a nice suit, who could buy him shiny things and whisper in his ear
about flying him first-class to Paris.
Dan is reminded of another reason he’s grateful he took this job when
it walks right through the door.
EXO Fanfic: Fantasy AU (Other World Chronicles) Main Pairing: Female Reader/OC x Oh Sehun
The Other World has been at peace for many years, the Council keeping law and order between the Kinds and Lands. Even Outsiders live threat free. But in a world so vast and varied - can peace ever truly last..?
You yawned as you stretched out on the lounger you were laying on. As your yawn died down into a contented smile, you let out a small sigh, relishing the feel of sunlight on your skin and the soft sea breeze in your hair.
You opened your eyes, not bothering to shield them from the bright sunlight that flooded into your pupils. As your sight adjusted you rolled your eyes as you saw the figure who was now stood next to your lounger.
‘Oh, what a pleasant surprise,’ you said, sarcastically, closing your eyes again, ‘My Representative remembers I exist.’
Hera: Ivory cloth, draped over the shoulders of marble statues in estate gardens. Gardens of shaped hedges, a swift figure moving among them out of the corner of your eye. A ghostly watcher, uninvited and unseen, haunting the corners of marriage ceremonies, smiling as she turns away just as the final “I do” is spoken. A nurse, handing a woman’s newborn baby to her for the first time, quietly cherishing the tired, overwhelmed smile of the new mother.
Athena: The piercing cramps of a hand that has written for far too long. Leg muscles, strong and fierce, yet incredibly elegant, walking into battle without stumbling. A warrior, clad in blood-stained, golden armor, taking off her helmet as she walks away, revealing thick waves of brunette hair. The bags under the eyes of artists, writers, thinkers, their minds weary and exhausted from hours of work. The shadow of an owl as it flies over freshly-fallen snow.
Aphrodite: Love letters crumpled on the floor beneath a high-heeled foot, joining a floor of stomped dollar bills and colorless gardenia petals. Mulberry nail polish decorating sharpened nails, used for clawing through crowds, tearing out hearts. Broken perfume bottles, leaking their sweet scent into the fresh white carpet. Wine-colored lip prints, smudged onto her knuckles right before they make impact.
Artemis: Fine-tuned shoulder blades, refined and sharp, painted with rose-colored scrapes and tears. The imprints of feet in woodland trails, bending blades of grass and crumbling fallen leaves. Untamed, wild hair, following the trails of cool, dry wind. Paintball masks, smattered with colorful dots, hiding a face ready to strike an unknowing opponent. The quick glimpse of a deer’s tail as it darts off into the endless unknown.
Persephone: Ombred hair falling loosely across cracked skin, starting out the pastel color of pink pearls and slowly fading into an ebony abyss. Deep, chocolate cupcakes with pomegranate frosting, lined up one by one on a tainted silver plate. Lover’s hands intertwined, a dark secret held within them unbeknownst to their onlookers. The quite longing for a mother’s arms when the pale torments of untouched fields haunt your memories.
Hestia: The warm auburn glow of a room lit only by a fireplace after the power has gone out and the clouds have drawn away all of the certainty of sunlight. Fleeting sunrises that reach out to sleeping eyes, quietly whispering like a sweet mother for their child to wake. Kind hands as they pour their bit of change into the homeless woman’s jar or as they spoon the hot, sweet soup into the hungry mouth. A quiet coffee shop, opening its soft, warm arms to you as you enter to escape the cruel hands of winter.
Demeter: Hands, callused and torn from hours of fieldwork, complimented by a sunburned face. A mother, tears filling her eyes as she watches her child walk off into the college dorm for the first time, knowing that things will never be the same. Freshly squeezed orange juice and bread warm from the oven resting upon the table as a smiling family sits down to enjoy the feast, pushing aside the pain for a day for mother’s sake. Mother-daughter road trips that slowly fade into trips made by mother alone, wondering how things changed so fast.
“Well, how do I look?” you asked as Yongguk’s cheerful face popped up on your screen.
“Beautiful as always,” he said and you smiled. His compliments always made you feel warm. “Are you nervous?”
“Yeah, kinda,” you said. You had never gone on an interview show like this before, and while you were looking forward to it in some ways, in other ways you were positively dreading it.
“You’re going to kill it,” he said. “Just be yourself and they’ll love you. Well, they might fear you too. Probably a combination.”
You laughed. “Sounds good. Are we still going out for dinner tonight?”
“Of course!” he said. “It’s on me. I’ll pick you up. Just text me when you’re done.”
“Okay,” you said. “Thanks, Guk! Can’t wait to see you.”
He smiled, “Can’t wait to see you either. Good luck!”
“Thanks!” you said. You said your farewells and you hung up, taking another look at yourself in the mirror before you stood. Your dark hair was curly but shone and your winged eyeliner and bold red lipstick were neat and fierce. When you walked onto the stage to greet the hosts, the crowd burst into cheers and you shot them a short smile before taking your seat, your shoulders held up straight and your bearing confident.
“So here we have one of South Korea’s most promising rising hip-hop stars,” Byunghoon, the main show host, said. “Welcome!”
“Thank you!” you said, giving a respectful bow before assuming your previous upright position.
prompt idea: archie gets jealous of bughead and one day tries to ask betty out & betty is confused because everyone knows she is dating jughead and jughead hears them & starts to act distant (cuz he thinks they are gonna break up) but betty tells him she loves him only.?
I’m sorry if this isn’t the best, I’m running on two days of no sleep and I going to be out of town so I had to post a quick something!!
The core four sat at their normal picnic table outside on a Friday. Jughead wrapped around Betty and Veronica and Archie platonically laughing about an inside joke they stole from “How I Met Your Mother”, all but one was happy. Archie Andrews. His eyes squinted by laughter lingered on Betty actions, Jughead’s arm slung around her holding her close, her hand on his cheek, both smiling at each other. That was his Betty, or so he thought. Ever since the dance he wanted Betty. He knew it was a dick move. But he had to have her, he can never stray from wanting the things he couldn’t have. He even pushed Veronica away to get Betty. Archie knew the second Betty knew Archie finally liked her she’d leave Jughead. No one is as good as Archie. A sly smirk gained its opacity on his face, he’s getting Betty Cooper.
“Hey Betty,” He said with a friendly laugh, “do you mind tutoring me after school again? Dad saw my grade in Math drop again.” He smiled at her, now this wasn’t totally a lie; he really did need tutoring in math… but this session will have a twist ending.
“Of course Archie, Math is my strong suit; you know that. We can meet at the Blue and Gold newsroom after the bell rings, okay?” She went back to talking to Jughead.
No one thought anything of this friendly gesture, it’s happened often with Archies terrible habit of keeping his grades low. This time, it was definitely different.
The final school bell rang, Jughead met her at her locker. They quickly talked over their plans for the day, Jughead would come pick her up and they’d go on a stay at home date…Jughead’s favorite kind.
“It’s really freaking cold in here Jug, you don’t feel it?”
“Betty, I’m pretty sure I’m immune to the cold. I can give you my flannel.” He started to unbutton the red flannel he was wearing.
“It’s okay, You don’t have a shirt on under that and I don’t need people staring at my boyfriend.” Jughead smiled at her subtle possessiveness. He was definitely more possessive over her, but it was cute on her.
Jughead quickly kissed her goodbye after murmuring a short “I love you. See you after you tutor the ginger jock” Betty hit him on the shoulder as he left. Archie lay in wait inside the empty room of the Blue and Gold newspaper; pacing. Betty knocked on the door and he waved her in with a smile.
“Ready Ginger Jock?” She gave him a small chuckle before she caught what she said
“Ginger Jock?” He twisted his face. It wasn’t cute like when Jughead did it, more like he ate something seriously sour.
“Sorry, it slipped. Juggie called you that before he left.” She blushed a heavy red and looked away. Luckily she didn’t see him roll his eyes.
Little did the two know that when Jughead went to his truck, he found her millennial pink cardigan laying on the passenger seat and remembered Betty didn’t have one. He smiled at himself as he re-entered the school and walked to his and Betty’s Blue and Gold newsroom, but his smile quickly faded as he stopped to listen in on the conversation taking place inside. He knew eavesdropping wasn’t a good thing, in fact, it was one of his worse habits; but in this case, he couldn’t help it. He stood with his back to the wall on the edge of the door.
“Betty?” He looked at her as she sat down next to him.
“Whats up Arch?” She looked at him oddly as he placed his hand on her thigh.
“I love you.” He smiles at her, he’ll get her. Jughead doesn’t even know whats coming.
Turning to Archies missing assignments, she begins working on them“I love you too Arch! Should we study now?”
Jughead’s eyes widen at the exchange. they mean in a sibling way right? He’s fighting the urge to storm in and steal Betty. But he wants to see how far this will go if it really does start going somewhere.
“No Betty, just wait on the studying, I need to seriously talk to you.” He slides his hand up just a centimeter but Betty really couldn’t notice. The only thing she was worried about was how dangerously close his face was getting to hers.
“Betty, when I told you I didn’t like you after the dance and I saw you walk away I realized you were all I wanted, I want to be your soulmate. I know I’m your soulmate.”
Betty paused to let it sink in, “What about Veronica? I thought you two were together!”
From Jughead’s point of view, it sounded like she was starting to agree. He slid down the wall, tears almost ready to make a grand appearance, he wiped his eyes and strained his ears back on the conversation. He moved to get up and stop it but something was holding him back, he wanted to know what she’d do.
“Bets,” Jughead balled his fist hearing that little twit calling Betty the nickname he used for her. That was his nickname. More importantly, that was his girl. His. He wasn’t gonna share with anyone. “It’s a platonic friendship, I want you.” He leaned in to give her what looked like a kiss. She sat there frozen, she was with Jughead. She only wanted Jughead, Archie had his chance and he blew it. Right when Betty put her hand up to stop him and say something, Jughead walked in. Betty rolled her eyes, “Why is it that right when you’re going to fix the situation someone walks in at the wrong moment?” She thought to herself. She pushed Archie off and punched him, right across the jaw. She had never done that before… she never had a reason to, but this was a good first punch. Bad situation, but good punch.
Jughead slammed her cardigan on the table, When Betty looked at him hard enough, you could see pink on his tear stained cheeks. He was crying, She hurt him.
“I came to give you your damn cardigan so you weren’t cold, but obviously you’re warm enough snuggling into Archie.” He fumed.
Archie wanted to break them apart. If he couldn’t have her, he didn’t want anyone to have her.
“Jug, sorry bro, she’s really into me.” He smiled a stupidly sly smile at him.
“Archie, do not call me Jug. I am not your bro. You deliberately went against me and wanted to ruin my happiness. You took the only thing that made me happy. Well, I hope my happiness turns into yours I guess.” He rolls his eyes and turns to leave.
“Jughead!” Betty calls for him.
“Forsythe Pendleton Jones!” hearing his birth name rolling off the tongue of his Betty Cooper stopped him dead in his tracks; he didn’t turn around, but he stopped and for Betty that was all he needed.
“I do not like Archie, at all. He had his chance and he blew it. I’m glad he did! Because I would’ve never fallen in love with you, Jughead. I love you! Do you really think I’d do that to you?” She took slow steps towards the still figure. She placed her hands on his shoulder to calm him, but he just pushed them off and turned to face the already crying girl.
“My mom left me, she took my sister. My dad doesn’t even talk to me anymore, he’s detached from me. I didn’t have anyone but you, and now you were just taken from me too, and by someone who I thought was my best friends. You were the only form of support I had.” He tears up with her.
“Jug, I-“ She reached up to his face but Jughead pushed her hands away, turned again and walked out. Betty rushed after him. The only thing she was quick enough to see was him turning his car on and driving out of the parking lot. She fiercely walked back into the newsroom and found Archie just casually on his phone like nothing just happened.
“Oh, hey babe!” He winked at her.
“I’m not your babe. In fact, I’m not your girlfriend, your babe, your friend. I don’t understand how someone I trusted, let alone wanted to be with could be this shallow, self-centered, and just a huge douche. Bye Andrews.” Betty walked past him. Swiped the desk clean just to be extra bitchy and make him pick up his scattered papers on the ground, and walked out the door.
She huffed and pulled her cardigan on as the weather started reflecting her mood. She had no ride home now, so she had to walk. About 15 minutes into her walk the clouds started to cry, or at least that what she called it. There was a massive down pour and she still has about 20 minutes left. How wonderful she thought.
She was pulled out of her trance when a truck pulled up next to her. It was Jugheads truck, but Jughead wasn’t the one driving it. FP Jones tracked Betty Cooper down in this rain after his son got home and told him Betty wasn’t going to be attending. Usually, he wouldn’t pay attention, but this was a different mood change. Jughead kept his head low, grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked straight to his room.
Jughead asked his dad to see if he could find her. He was too afraid to confront her at the moment
FP rolled the window down and whistled at her, “Betty, get in the car.”
Betty hoped in as she shivered from the rain starting to dry and become cold. Both Fp and Betty were under the impression that they were going to Betty’s to drop her off, but in a spontaneous rotation, FP made a right turn in the direction of going to the trailer.
“Look BettyBoop,” That’s what FP began to call her a few months after they started dating.
“I don’t know the full story and I won’t pretend to. But I know Jugheads hurt, I know you’re hurt, you need to talk to him. As a matter of fact, thats where we’re heading right now!”
Betty leaned her elbow against the window attaching her head to her hand to watch the rain fall down the glass of the window, soon dozing off.
“Ms.Boop, wake up, we’re at the trailer.
She nodded and got out of the car and opened the door slowly, heading slowly to Jugheads room. Knocking on the door, she heard Jughead dismiss whom he thought was his dad until she walked in anyways.
“Jughead, I understand you’re mad at me. But I swear I was pushing him away as you walked in, things always just happen at the wrong time with me.” He laid on his bed with his back to the wall and Betty knelt onto the soft gray sheets to be closer to him.
“It not that I’m mad at you, well a bit. But I can’t believe Archie just went behind my back. You’re mine. You’re my girlfriend. What does he not understand, I wouldn’t just go stealing Veronica.”
“Jughead you can be mad at me for as long as you wish, but I’m gonna stay here until you decide. Please don’t shut my out judge, I only want you. I will only ever want you. I want to be able to grow up and get married, I wanna see our wedding. I don’t want anyone else, they’ll never be my Jughead Jones.
“I’m still a bit pissed, not as much at you. I realize now you were trying to get away from him, but you want to get married to me?” He asked purely shocked.
“That’s really the only thing you took from, what I was saying?” She smiled and cupped his cheek.
“well that and little us’ running around, it’ll be perfect, we would be perfect”
“The Archie situation was not what I had in mind for today but at least you’re here with me and not him.”
God I hate him.
“At least Juggie, at least.” Betty reaches to give Jughead the biggest kiss for having a big ass heart.