and the way she enunciates each word

Be More Chill Deaf AU

Ok Jeremy, it’s no big deal. He’s just your best friend. Your best friend that you have a crush on? Fuck. Ok ok, you’re fine. Just go up to him and tell him how you feel. It’s fine.

Jeremy massaged his left hand with his right thumb, a nervous tick he had formed from his anxiety over talking to people. It never happened when he wanted to talk to Michael, yet here he was, rubbing his palm in a soothing circular motion as he tried to steady his breathing.

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All of You - Part 2 (Dad, This is Daryl) | (Part 1) | (Part 3)

Daryl x Reader Smut Warning! 18+ Only! NSFW

Summary: As requested, here is part 2. Post-Negan era smut piece. The reader (Negan’s Daughter) convinces Negan to allow Daryl to be her bodyguard while he is away in Alexandria for a few days. Smut and romance ensue. When Negan returns, he finds out that they are sleeping together and loses his shit.


You awoke the morning after your close encounter with Daryl, you awoke feeling wonderfully satisfied, yet hungry for more of him. You could taste his lips on yours and your hands roamed your body, in bed, wishing they were his. You felt them wander lower and lower down your stomach and grip your hips roughly, moving over to touch yourself, thinking of how fucking good he was to you last night.

There was a sudden pounding on your door and you grunted.

“What?!” You scream out, frustrated.

“Y/N. I gotta talk to you, wake the fuck up and open the door!” Negan yelled from behind the wooden door.

You grumpily threw the blankets off you and walked to the door, unlocking it and opening it harshly.

“What?? Can’t a girl get any fucking sleep around here?” You cried out, disgruntled.

“Shit, Y/N. It the fucking apocalypse, no one gets any fucking sleep.” He said playfully and sauntered into your room, making himself completely at home.

He wandered over to a small two person table you had set up in the big space, next to a big window that overlooked the gates of The Sanctuary, and beyond it sweet heavenly freedom. Your father sat down on one of the chairs and gestured for you to do the same. You plop back down onto your bed and stare at him from across the room, awaiting whatever the hell it was that was so damn important.

“I have to go to Alexandria for a few days…. Don’t know how long I will be gone. You gonna be okay here for a little while without me?” He asked with a hint of both concern and sarcasm.

I scoffed at him and smirked. “Yeah, I’m sure I can handle it, dad.”

“If any of those fuckers give you a hard time….” Negan says with a low voice and reaches for something tucked behind his back.

You see him pull out a small automatic handgun, pointing it sideways at you, nodding, and setting it on the table beside him.

Your father had been a big believer in self-protection for his little girl, even before the world went to shit. He took her to martial arts training as a child, self-defense classes, and eventually the shooting range. There was no doubt that Y/N could handle herself in combat if she had to. But Negan was also aware that here she was highly outnumbered and he wanted her to be safe.

Suddenly, Y/N got an idea, a way to use this concern to her advantage. She changed her demeanor and put a slightly worried look on her voice, nodding solemnly to her father.

“Actually Dad, I know how worried you get, me all alone with all those pigs who could easily overpower me.” You lean forward and put your face in your hands, rubbing the sides of your face.

You look up at him with curiosity, “Do you think, there would be anyway you could get me a bodyguard? Someone to make sure no one bothers me while you are gone? … I know I talk a tough game, but sometimes I do get a little nervous.”

You pause in all the right places and use the puppy dog eyes that you knew worked so well on your father. He looked up at you surprised for a moment and then looked down, his eyes staring at nothing in particular, as he thought your question through.

He sighed and nodded, “Yeah. I’ll get Dwight-“ He started, but you immediately interrupted him, sitting up and folding your arms together tightly.

“Not that fuck head.” You command, shaking your head fiercely.

“I don’t trust anyone else to do the fucking job, Y/N.” Negan complained.

“What about one of your prisoners?” You ask, fishing for his reaction.

His head shot up in disbelief, “Yeah. I’m gonna let one of the people I am torturing near my fucking only daughter!” He said sarcastically and laughed out loud.

“I mean it dad! Think about it, you could offer them penance for working it off, and it is near to your heart, so they could prove to you that they may be worthy of life outside of those damn cells!” You say, trying to convince him, you were sure he wouldn’t go for it, but you had to try.

“Plus, I have the gun. I won’t ever take it off me, if they try something, I’ll put em down and it will be one less asshole you’ll have to deal with.” You knew how much he hated the disobedient.

Negan was silent for a few minutes and his face ungiving as to what he was thinking. Slowly, he nodded again.

“Okay.” He said shortly.

You smiled inside yourself, but made no change in demeanor outside to your father, you nodded.

“I think that one, you captured a few weeks ago… You know the one you said would make a good soldier for you one day? I think he might work. You said he was strong and smart, didn’t you?” You say, recalling the things your father had said about Daryl. He really did seem to want Daryl on his side, but he hated that Daryl wouldn’t break, which is why he had been stuck down in that hell hole for the past few weeks.

Negan’s head shot up angrily at your request, but he said nothing, knowing that he did in fact want Daryl on his side as soon as possible, this may be another way to get at him, he thought.

He nodded. “Dwight!” He yelled loudly. You hear footsteps coming from down the hallway and Dwight emerged a few seconds later, still sporting that damn vest. You grit your teeth as he smiles lazily at you, before turning his undivided attention towards Negan. Dwight does not say anything, he just awaits instructions. Just like the little bitch boy he is. You say to yourself, but try and remain uninterested in his demeanor.

“Go down and fetch Daryl. I got a job for him.” He commands and swooshes Dwight away with his hand.

You and your father sat there in silence for a few minutes before your heard shuffling down the hallway. Your heart leaped a little and started pounding in your chest, you felt your body involuntarily shoot up at the sound. Luckily, your father didn’t seem to notice, he had his head in his hand, resting on his knee, swinging it back and forth loosely. He was humming to himself and looking bored af.

You snap your head over to see the man who had made your cry out in pleasure over and over the night before, Daryl walked in in that god awful sweat suit, followed by Dwight gripping him firmly by the back of his collar, like he was a fucking animal. You glared at Dwight, disgusted by the man. Your fists harden a little, but you try and take a deep breath to calm yourself, in a few minutes the man would be free of him, at least for a while.

Daryl looks at you briefly with slight confusion, before staring straight ahead, turning the emotion in his face off. He thought for sure you sold him out for what happened last night, anger seethed inside him. He breathed heavily and fixated on a spot on the wall behind Negan, the spot he would look at while he was beaten down, again.

Negan drops his head from his hands with a dramatic sigh, “Fucking… Finally!” He says and stands up, leaning backwards in his egotistical stance. You feel yourself roll your eyes as all daughter’s do when their fathers embarrass them. Fucking show off. You smirk a little.

“Dar-yl.” Negan starts and steps dramatically over to face Daryl, who stands there staring straight ahead, not looking Negan in the eye.

Negan notices this and grabs Daryl by the chin, putting his face inches away from Daryl’s, forcing Daryl to look into his eyes.

“I’ve got a real important opportunity for you, so you best look at me in my fucking face.” He commands, letting Daryl’s chin go, Daryl looked into the man’s eyes, as commanded.

“I’ve gotta go away for a few days, important things to do for an important man like me!” He says, turning away and sauntering around through the room. He couldn’t be more obvious if he had fucking peacock feathers. You say to yourself, laughing inside your head.

He paces around a bit before striding back to Daryl, standing in front of him again. “And I need you to look after this one here… She is… well she is very important to me and I can’t very well trust some of those men out there.” He pauses. “Hell, you know what kind of savages they can be.” He laughs, looking sideways at Daryl, who still shows no emotion.

Negan waits for a reaction for a moment and the stands firm, “Well?! Speak up, boy! I ain’t got all day!” He yells, irritated, making Daryl wince a little. “Will you or won’t you?”

“I will.” Daryl says softly.

“What? I can’t hear you…” Negan taunts him, humming his words.

“I will.” Daryl says louder and more firmly.

“Now, that’s what I like to hear! People complying!” Negan smiled to himself.

“Now, should anything happen to her in your care, well then, things won’t go so well for you…” He says lowly, threatening Daryl with death, just by using a look.

“However, if I come back and she says everything went just fine and dandy? Well then! You sir earn your way out of that box!” He yells happily, enunciating each syllable as he spoke.

“Is that understood?… Daryl?” He asked, putting his eyes to Daryl’s again.

“Yes.” Daryl said loudly and firm, he was getting the hang of how to talk to him, you thought. Your dad didn’t respond to cowardice or silence well, neither did you, in fact you hated it.

“Good! Then we’re all in agreement!” Negan said, looking around at you to be sure, you nod, and he turns his head back to Daryl, pointing at him hard in the chest.

“You will never be 50 feet from her, you understand? You don’t let anyone of those men even look at her out there. You have my permission to take care of anyone who tries to disobey you. You fuck this up and you will have me to deal with.” Negan says shortly, before turning around to give you a kiss on your head and hand you the gun he had swiped from the table, so that Daryl could not grab it. He hands it to you and stares seriously at you.

“You sure about this Y/N?” He asked you.

You nod. “Yes, Dad. I’ll be fine! Go!” You push him a little, and he hugs you, before straightening up, composing himself and turning back to the two men in the room.

“Dwight, come with me, I have some other great jobs for you while I’m gone.” He laughs and puts his hand on Dwight’s shoulder, leading him out of the room.

Negan shuts the door as they leave and you jump up after a couple of minutes and slam the giant deadbolt locked. You look over at Daryl who has not moved an inch, still staring straight ahead.

“You can relax, he’s gone.” You say and run over to the window, lifting the white curtain and peering out, waiting to watch your father drive out of The Sanctuary. You look down and see him starting up his vehicle and driving away, you smile to yourself, and quickly turn back around to face Daryl, who is looking at you confused.

“What the hell’s going on, girl??” He asked in a loud, low tone.

You smile at the sound of his voice and his eyes on you, you run over to him and wrap your arms around him, giving him a big hug around his shoulders. He stands there taken aback, arms still raised in the arm. You loosen your grip and pull yourself back so you can look in his eyes.

“I just got my father to grant you a couple of days out of that fucking box, that’s what’s going on.” You smile and kiss his lips quickly. He grunts and his eyes shift away from you. You smile coyly.

“What? You can fuck me, but you can’t kiss me the next day?” You laugh a little and grab the sides of his face, forcing his mouth against yours. You harshly shove your tongue into him and around his. You suck and swirl around his tongue a few times and feel his hands come closer, until they finally reached your back.

You let go of his lips and lean back again to see his reaction. He smirked shyly, not really sure what kind of game this was, but he loved the feel of you on his lips, and everywhere else.

You laugh a little to yourself, he really seemed to like it when you took charge. You look him up and down and realize he is still that awful sweat suit. You caress his chest through the ugly fabric.

“Come on.” You say and pull him toward the door. You unlock the deadbolt and pull him down the hallway to a room on the other end, on the left-hand side. You pull a key out of your pocket, looking around to make sure none of the servants were around. With Negan gone they had little reason to be up on this level, you took care of your own shit. You slid the metal object into the lock and turn, hearing it click open. You open the door, looking around to make sure it was empty, you usher Daryl in and walk in after him, locking the door again behind you.

“What are we doin’ here?” He whispered loudly, a little nervous.

“Relax, Daryl. I am allowed to be in here.” You say and smirk.

“I just didn’t feel like dealing with any of their shit right now.” You nod toward the door.

He nods, takes a deep breath, and relaxes a little.

“But, what are we doin’?” He asked, still confused.

You start looking around the room, moving piles of clothes, books, and papers around. You walk over to the closet and pull out a black t-shirt and some black denim jeans, you nod to yourself and look at Daryl.

“I’m sorry, but I just can’t have you walkin’ around lookin’ like that.” You gesture your finger up and down him, with a smirk on your face.

He rolls his eyes and looks to the side slightly smiling.

You walk over to him and grab his hand, putting your lips just inches from his ear, making him grow hard. “Come with me…” You say in a low whisper and grab his hand in yours. You pull him to the door on the backside of the bedroom and open it. Daryl walks in to find it was a private bathroom, with a huge shower/bath tub against the back wall. Daryl looks at you with shock.

“You can’t be serious?!” He asked, surprised.

“What? It’s the only shower on this floor.” You say flatly and walk over to him putting your hands on his chest again, slowly moving your hands down to the hem of his shirt. You notice he is still so stiff.

“Relax, he’s not even here! No one is. It’s just us.” You whisper softly into his ear and start to pull the sweatshirt up over his muscular chest. He raises his arms and you lift it up and over his head. He smiles, finally being free again from the monstrous shirt. Your fingers dart into the waistband of his pants and he growls lowly, staring at you with pure desire. You slowly trace your fingers along his lower stomach, inside his pants.

“I missed you today.” You say, looking up at him with sincerity.

He growls again and pulls your lips onto his, passionately diving his tongue into your mouth, sucking a swirling around you. You moan in happiness, trying to capture his tongue in return.

He breaks away swiftly, looking at you with curiosity. He still didn’t know what you wanted with him, but it looked to him like you might actually care for him. How the hell did that happen? He wondered to himself. Looking at you in awe as you stared up at him with warmth.

“You gonna help me?” He asked with a smirk, nodding to the shower stall behind you two.

You bite your lip and nod, helplessly, “Yeah…” When he looked at you with those piercing eyes, it seemed to attack all sense of reason, this was a bolder man than last night and you loved it.

“You better get those off then.” He says, gesturing at your clothes. Your whole body is on fire as you think about his hands on you and him inside of you. You quickly rip your shirt off, unbutton your pants and tug them off, unclasp your bra, and throw it to the floor, and rip down your panties. He watches you, licking his lips and slightly growling, “Mmmm…” When you are done he rips his pants down, as his already hard cock pops free, he doesn’t take his eyes off of you.

You smile coyly and walk over, open the shower door, bend over and start the water. Suddenly, you feel him next to you, his hard, throbbing cock resting on your left hip as he leans into you, grabbing your ass and smacking it a little. You look up at him and moan, pulling the shower tab up to allow the shower head to spray the hot liquid into the big stall.

You get up, turn around and wrap him in your arms, pulling his mouth back to yours and trying to pull his body as close to you as possible. This made your legs hit to bathtub wall and make you two almost fall backwards, Daryl caught you both and held his arm to the shower door, brace your both and pulling you back up. You giggle in his ear, before crashing your mouth into the side of his neck and sucking on his harshly.

“Damn girl… Let’s get in the tub first.” He moans out when your lips hit his bare skin.

“Fuck… Alright, girl, get the fuck in there. I wanna make you feel so good.” He growls, grabbing the back of your hair and tugging on it slightly. Your lips break contact and he pulls you back so he is staring into your eyes. He was so fucking hard against your leg.

You nod and lick your lips, climbing in to the shower, backing under the shower head and letting it drizzle down your naked body, covering every inch of you. You watch as he steps in, eye fucking you, holding his erect cock in his hands. He shuts the shower door and walks over to you, stepping through the waterfall and pressing you into the wall behind you, crashing his lips down onto your neck.

He harshly sucks and swirls his tongue up and down the side of your neck, as you cry out to him. “Daryl!” You hold onto his huge, broad shoulders as he makes love to your neck. He sucks on your skin for a little bit longer, you watch as the hot water soars down the back of his head and down his broad back. He breaks his contact with your skin and leaves little kisses up your neck, to your cheek, and to your lips. He looks up at you with admiration in his eyes. He crashes his lips back into yours and devours you again.

You feel his hands run up your thighs and roughly push back onto both of your hips, pushing you harder into the tile behind you. You whimper in pleasure at the feel of his rough touch.

You look at him as you are swirling around in each others mouths, he has his eyes closed and is enjoying every second of having you in his mouth. You tease and massage his hair, which earns you another moan.

His hands slowly run up your hips and stomach, until they reach your breasts, he takes one in each of his large hands and slowly begins rubbing them, hard. You arch into him and cry out, pulling your head away from his lips. He smiles and begins to lick down the nape of your neck, all the way down your sternum, until he reached your breasts. You tug at his hair playfully, as you moan out in pleasure.

“That feels so good!” You cry out, tugging his hair into your skin, harder.

Suddenly, his mouth attacks your right nipple and sucks and swirls all around your breast over and over. “Mmmm.” He moans and vibrates into your skin, making you so fucking wet. You bite your lip and enjoy the sensation of his tongue all over you. His lips kiss and swirl over to your other breast and devour it in a circular motion, sucking and swirling, devouring and flicking your nipple over and over.

“Oh yes! Baby!” You cry out, pushing his head into you more and arching your hips into his. He detaches his lips for a moment, looking up at you hungrily, “You want me baby?” He asked lowly.

You look down at him, biting your lip and rapidly nodding your head. “Yes, Baby! I want you so bad!” You moan out to him. He smirks, his hands moving down to your ass and grabbing it harshly, before moving one hand back over in between your parted legs. His fingers trace up and down your folds and he feels how wet you are.

“Damn, girl. So fucking wet.” He says, darting his finger in and out of you a few time, before bring it up to swirl around your clit, making you buck into him and groan. He smirks and removes his hand, placing it back onto his aching cock, he needed to be inside you.

You part your legs in anticipation, staring at him as he pumped himself with his cock. He was so hard and so big. You lick your lips staring at him pleasuring himself, waiting to feel him inside you. Daryl stands up, looking directly into your eyes, and grabs his hard cock in his hand, guiding it to your pussy. You lock eyes and cannot look away, his stare was like pure fire, you loved to watch them stare you down as he fucked you. You lick your lips and he crashes back into your mouth, while moving his cock against your folds, pushing harshly into you.

You moan out in pleasure and pain, into his mouth. “Mmmm…..” You moan into him as his tongue caresses yours.

His hand moves up to the side of your clit and starts to run his index finger up and down you, putting as much pressure down onto you as he could, all the while slowly pumping into you.

You cry out again, “Fuck Yeah!” Moving your hips into him, fucking him back, as you got wetter with every thrust and movement by his finger on you. He built up a rhythm, he would stroke you and thrust into you, while pulling your hips into his with his other hand. You found his rhythm and dipped, bucked, and grinded in compliance, with every cycle.

The water dripped down on you both as you grind into him and he thrusts in to you over and over again, each time he put pressure on your clit and down your pussy. He looks at you as you lose control under his finger and his cock, his hips move slow and deep, watching you groan in pleasure. He then picks up his pace so you are bouncing against each other, he watches as you squeal and scream as he hits into you again and again. “Yes! Yes!” You scream in pleasure, your eyes closed, feeling every inch of him in you.

He groans and continues the pace you loved the most, he makes you bounce onto him over and over, as the water pours over you both. His pace picks up as he grabs your ass even harder, he growls at you.

“Oh Yeah!” His voice picks up in urgency and he grinds harder into your pussy as his dick pounds you.

You feel his cock tighten and harden even more inside of you and then he pushes hard onto your clit, over and over until you explode. You cry out at you cum all over him, as he fucks you hard, faster and faster, rubbing your pussy long and hard. You convulse a little at the pleasure. He watches as you cum because of him, and presses down harder alongside your pussy, making you cum again around him, screaming in pleasure as he fucks you.

He growls into your neck like a wolf and he licks you up the side of your neck, pulling your head back with his hand, to look at him.

“You ready for me?” He asks, fucking you harder than before, removing his hand from your pussy and grabbing your ass hard into him with it.

“Watch as I cum in you, baby.” He said and then drilled his forehead into yours, pinning both your heads into the tile as he moves his other hand to your ass, both hands now under your thighs, pull them around your waste and drill into you, hard and fast, over and over.

There is so much pressure it feels like you might break through the wall, you are crying out in pleasure as he fucks you so good.

“Yeah baby. Cum inside me baby.” You cry out, digging your heels into him, pushing him harder into you, loving him inside you.

You feel yourself building up again.

He stares at you seriously, as he thrusts strategically with every pump, seeing that you are ready to cum for him again, he tries to pump slowly without cumming before you. One thrust, you moan, he slowly shakes into you, hitting your clit with his core, while inside you. He thrusts like this in a slow rhythm, trying to control himself, he sees you start nodding in approval and slowly picks up the pace, while keeping the pressure on your pussy,

“Yeah baby! Just like that, please!!” You cry out and he continues his hard rhythm into you. You open your eyes and grab his face, pulling his mouth back into you as he thrusted into you over and over, harder and harder.

“Fuck yes, baby!! I’m cumming so hard!!” You scream out, leaning your head back and crying out in pleasure, experiencing the most intense orgasm of your life.

Daryl felt you cum, for the third time, and around him so hard. He smacked your ass as you came and thrust into you harshly over and over, as fast as you have ever felt, and you felt him cry out into your mouth.

“Fuck Baby!!” He said as his tongue swirled around yours in appreciation, as he explodes inside you, thrusting rough and deep into you as he cums, growling in pleasure.

He breaks his mouth from yours and kisses down your neck, before looking up at you. He smirked, pushing himself a little deeper into you. You moan as he pushes into you long and hard. You groan at him, still riding your high and pull his hair back to gain access to his mouth on your neck.

He pulls out of you and continues to devour your mouth, happily.

“That was so fucking good.” You say in between kisses.

As your highs die down, you both begin to feel and enjoy the warm water flowing down onto you both. You reach out, grabbing a clean washcloth from the sink, and a bar of soap you had set up. You lean back in to the shower, closing the door again, you begin to wet and suds the cloth. Looking at Daryl who smirks at you.

“I’m gonna wash you down real good.” You say in a sexy tone and snake your body under his arm, forcing him to turn around as you switch places in the shower, shoving him under the waterfall of warm water. The liquid flooded his hair, face, shoulder, chest, dick, legs, down to his feet. He closed his eyes in pleasure for moment, taking it in, before looking back at you.

You smile at him admiring his reaction, “Enjoy it, baby.” You say before continuing to suds the cloth up. You lean back on the opposite side of the shower stall and begin to suds up your own body, starting with your shoulders and neck, moving down to your sternum, to your breasts, you lean your head up and close your eyes as you feel yourself. You hear Daryl growl and your eyes snap open, he is eye fucking you, growing hard again, watching you wash yourself off. 

You bring the cloth away from yourself and walk toward him, crashing the cloth down on his chest and drudging it up and down, and then up and down his muscular arm, doing the same with his other arm. You snake your hand around his waist and begin to rub the fabric up and down his long, muscular back and shoulders, bringing it up to his neck. You twist your other hand around him, putting the soap onto the fabric again and rubbing it harshly, causing friction and more suds, you bring the cloth up to the back of his neck, then bringing your hands to rest on the front of his chest. You begin to rub the right-side of his neck, to the nape, and over to the left-side. He moved his head along with your fingertips motion, to allow you all the access you wanted from him. You bring the cloth up to his face, slowly tracing every inch of it, his forehead, his cheeks, down his nose and across his lips. You watch the cloth hit his lips and you lick yours, missing the feeling of them on you. He looks at you and smirks, pulling you into him, crashing his lips back into yours. He shoves his tongue inside of you again and begins to swirl it around yours, roughly.

You moan in delight, almost dropping the washcloth in the process, you catch it and bring it down to his ass, where you massage it into him, snaking it all around his backside and over to his hip, you rub feverishly, working your way to his cock, which is fully erect again. You use the cloth in your hand and pump his dick up and down a few times, making him moan into your mouth.

You drop the wash cloth, needing to feel him in your bare hands. You bring your hand back up to his dick and wrap it around, as he throbs under your touch. He moans again and kisses you even rougher, clanging his teeth into yours for a moment, feeling your hand grip around him.

You move your hand up and down a few times, staring at him as you enjoy his reaction. You smile, undoing your lips from him and taking a step back. You coyly push him back against the wall and begin to kiss and lick down his neck, sternum, stomach, until you are kneeling down in the shower, as the water pours down on his body. You kneel down in front of his huge cock and lick your lips. You look up at him and smile as he awaits your mouth, the look of want and need in his eyes are enough to make you want to touch yourself, but you focus on his cock in front of you.

You slowly lick up and down his shaft, slowly, tasting all of him. You swirl your tongue around his tip as you come back up him, making his hips arch into your face. You smile and slowly put his tip into your mouth, painstakingly sliding his cock down your throat, until it hits the back. You stop and slowly move him back out of your mouth, swirling at his tip again, as he exists you.

“Fuck Y/N!” He groans to himself, his eyes closed, loving the feel of your mouth around him.

You shoves his cock back into your mouth again, this time faster, you bob your head up and down him, his dick hitting the back of your throat harsher each time as he thrust into you in response. He put his hands in your hair and begins to thrust you into him, finding his own rhythm. You obey and continue to suck him off, bobbing your head in sync with his hand as it pulls your mouth over him, back and forth harshly.

You moan slightly, feeling yourself getting wet, your hand roams down between your legs and you start to rub your clit around and around harshly. You moan over him at the sensation of you getting yourself off. You look up at him as he thrusts your mouth over his cock and see he is staring down at you, eye fucking you again. He watches with low, lustful eyes as you play with your clit while sucking on his cock. He growls and shoves you deeper onto his cock, forcing you to gag a little. Your eyes roll back in your head and you regain your focus, rubbing over and over on your clit and sticking a finger inside yourself, darting it in and out, moaning onto his cock at the feeling.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” He cries out, shooting his head back and shoving you into him harder and harder. You suck, lick, and swirl around him, and shove him into you as hard and long as you can. You feel his hand erratically begin to thrust you over him, harder and harder until he slams you into him one more time and explodes down your throat. You swallow every sweet drop of his cum, licking and sucking your way up him, as his cock twitches in your mouth. His hand remains in your hair, softly caressing it as you lap up all of him in your mouth.

“Fuck! Take it!” He cries out in pleasure. You moan in pleasure as you lick up his cock. He tasted so fucking good. You thought as you lapped him up. While rubbing yourself harder and faster, you groan to yourself as you come all over your own hand. You remove him from your mouth when you are done, smiling up at him. He growls and looks at you with serious eyes.

“Fuck. I missed you too.” He growls, grabbing your hair pulling your head back.

You stand up and crash your lips back into his.

It went on this way for the next few days, you barely left your bedroom, finding every excuse to memorize each other in every way. When he wasn’t making you cum over and over, he was making you laugh with his idiosyncrasies, or holding you in suspense with the stories of him killing walkers and all the horrible people him and his group had faced and triumphed over.

You told him about your shitty, boring life in this hellhole your dad called home and how you wanted more than anything to be on your own. Whenever you described how miserable you were here he would reach over and put his big hand on your cheek and caress your skin, looking at you sadly, and placing a gently kiss on your forehead. You loved that.

When you did have to occasionally leave the room, for things like food and water, he always made a show of it. Puffing his chest out in his black shirt, walking in front of you, looking seriously at everyone he passed. He bumped Dwight on the shoulder every chance he got. Dwight of course just took it, looking down angrily, and walking swiftly away from the two of you. One day, Daryl stopped him, grabbing him by a familiar vest.

“Hey. Take this shit off.” He commanded.

You smirk a little to yourself, you loved his aggressive side. Dwight looked at you, questioning.

“You heard the man.” You say simply and gesture to Dwight, to take the vest off.

Dwight sighs and looks down, not wanting to know how many of the other Saviors were watching him be emasculated, by a prisoner of all people.

He rips the vest off and throws it at Daryl’s chest, Daryl catches it, and glares are the man.

“I’ll be back for my crossbow.” He says lowly, pushing his face into Dwight’s looking over him dominantly.

Daryl turns around, smirking a little at you, before nodding to you. You smile back and turn around, walking back up the stairs to your safe haven.

You began to lose track of time around the fourth day your father had been gone. It was so hard to concentrate with this man on top of you and his tongue all over you.

You cried out in pleasure as he pushes himself into you, you lost track of how many times he had made you feel this good, you just knew you were always ready for him. You nibble on the side of his ear, sucking up and down his neck harshly, as he pushes his cock into you long and hard.

“Yeah baby! Just like that!” You moan into his ear, digging your heels, that are wrapped around his back, into his skin harder as he thrusts into you, over and over. He growls wildly as he begins to fuck you harder, grabbing your ass and smacking it a little as he does.

“Yes!!” You cry out and push your hands into his back, pulling him closer into you.

He pushes you back hard into the bed and you drop your hands, falling in compliance. He stares down at you.

“I wanna watch you cum.” He says and grabs your hips with both hands, guiding your hips up into him, showing you his new rhythm. You cry out in pleasure, shooting your head back, as you find his pace and he slams up into you harder and harder, slamming pressure onto your clit with every thrust. You hear the headboard of the bed slamming against the wall, over and over, faster and faster, as he hits into you over and over. You hear him growl and groan as he fucks you so hard, you feel him slam into you again and again, and you feel yourself coming close to release.

“Fuck yeah, baby! Harder!” You cry out. He grabs the back of the headboard with both hands, removing them from your hips. He begins to fuck you so hard, the entire bed shakes. He thrusts into you harshly and fast, again and again.

You scream out in pleasure as he hits your clit with such intensity. You cum with him inside you, fucking the shit out of you.

“Fuck! Yes!! Make me cum! Just like that!” You cry out cumming around his throbbing cock as he slams into you.

He growls feeling you cum around his cock. He thrusts harder and harder, thrusting long and hard a few more times before exploding inside you.

“Fuck! Yeah! Y/N!” He cries out as you slam your hips into his as he cums into you, thrusting wildly.

You groan in pleasure, keeping your legs pinned behind him, trying to feel all of him inside of you for a few seconds longer. He pulls out and lays down on top of you, resting his head on the side of your neck, licking you up and down a little, before placing a rough kiss on your skin.

You smile down at him, wrapping your arms around him. You are both covered in sweet sweat and your hearts pound into each other. Your breathing returns to normal soon and you close your eyes, falling asleep with this amazing man pressed on top of you.

You slept through the night together and before you knew it the first rays of dawn began to dance across your window pane. You awoke early and smiled to yourself as you watched Daryl sleep soundly next to you. You wanted to do something special for him, so you got up, got dressed, and headed down to the kitchen to make you two some breakfast.

You tip toed down the stairs, one after the other, descending past the mostly still asleep servants, and down to the basement. You passed the cells that your man had once been trapped in, and to the locked double doors of the kitchen. You pull the keys your father had given you out of your pocket and slammed them quietly into the lock, twisting and turning until it popped open. You unwrapped the chains and let them fall to the side, as you pulled the double doors open. You walked into the dining hall, shut the doors behind you, and skipped happily to the kitchen.

You throw your hair in a messy ponytail and put a skillet on the stove, using a match to light the pilot light, while turning the knob on the side, a flame roared to life under the burner. You cracked a couple of eggs into the iron skillet and watched as they started to sizzle. You flipped the eggs a couple of times and threw them on a plate nearby. You shut off the flame and your eyes searched around the room, you smiled and grabbed a couple of whole peaches from a full basket that was resting on the counter. You grabbed a couple of bottles of water, tucking them under your arm, grabbing the plate of food, two forks, and headed out the door.

You sat your food down quickly to lock up again, before grabbing the plate and bottles again, and tip toeing back up the stairs, through the servants quarters and back up to your room. You slowly opened the door, looking at the bed, it was empty. You walked in into the room, closer to the bed and heard the door slam shut behind you. You spin around, almost dropping the plate in your hand, and see Daryl standing there with a smirk.

“You scared me!” You giggle a little before throwing the plate and the water bottles on the table next to you.

“Sort of the point.” He smirked, wiggling his eyebrow a little and rushed toward you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his mouth again. After a long intense kiss, you were left breathless again, as he moved his lips to your neck, sucking and swirling around your skin.

“I… I made you breakfast…” You say, trying to control your breathing, you loved the feel of his lips on your body, it made all sense of reason fade.

“Later.” He says, pushing you both back down to the bed.


You stayed in bed all day, memorizing every inch of each other, he loved to run his fingertips up and down your body, watching you moan out to him in pleasure. He loved to watch you come undone at the sound of his lips in your ear, as he whispered all the things he wanted to do to you. He loved to touch you in all the right places and watch you cry out in need. He loved to be inside you, making you cum over and over again, watching you scream out his name in satisfaction. He loved every part of you.

You felt the same, you’d never thought you’d crave one person’s touch so much, just the thought of him touching you and kissing you all over made you want to touch yourself. Just watching him stare you down across the room, made you want to run over to him and be wrapped in his arms. You always felt he was too far away if he was not touching you in some way. You loved the feel of his lips all over you, devouring every inch. You loved how he moaned out your name right before he explodes inside of you. You loved how he smiled so softly at you before he closed his eyes and drifted off to asleep. You don’t know how it happened, but this had been the best week of your life and you ached for even more of him.

It was getting closer toward dinner when you heard a familiar engine rumble, you shoot up in your bed, only a sheet is covering your naked body. You grab the sheet around you, leaving Daryl naked on the bed, staring at you in confusion. You walk to your window and see your father’s vehicle driving in, headlights on, as the sun sets in the distance.

“Fuck. He’s back.” You say and throw Daryl his new clothes. “Put those on.” You say and begin to grab your own clothes that were scattered to every corner of the room, from earlier events. Daryl stands up quickly and tugs on his clothes, pulling the black denim jeans over his hips, zipping and buttoning up, and then throwing on the black t-shirt, covering his chest, much to your dismay. He grabbed his socks and throw them over his large feet, sitting down on the bed to shove his feet into the boots that were sitting by his side of the bed.

You quickly slide into some panties, throw on and clasp your bra, shake out your jeans, slamming your legs into them, quickly shimmying them up, zipping and buttoning them closed. You throw on your white t-shirt, and quickly throw your hair into a ponytail. You look down and grab the sheet that is by your feet, throwing it to Daryl who quickly throws it over the bed, smoothing the fabric out, you throw him one side of a blanket that had spent most of the past few days on the floor, and you both lifted it up and gently placed it on the bed, tucking in the sides.

You quickly ran over and crashed your lips into his, you had to taste him one last time. He grabbed you into him passionately, and devoured your lips into his, swirling his tongue around yours over and over. He broke the kiss and looked at you with love in his eyes, he brought his hand up to your cheek, rubbing it with his thumb. He looked like he wanted to say something, he started to move his lips, when you heard a loud bang on your door.

“Y/N! Let me in!” Negan’s booming voice came from the other side of the door.

Your heart jumped at the sound of your father’s fist on your door, but you took a deep breath and composed yourself, trying hard to find the sarcastic bitch inside yourself.

“Coming, Dad…” You groan and roll your eyes.

You walk over and unlock the deadbolt, you open the door and find your father’s smiling face on the other side.

“Hey, kiddo!” He shouts and leans back, opening his arms for a hug.

“Hey Dad…” You say quietly and wrap your arms around him for a short hug. You detach from him and he tussles your hair, you groan and begin to fix the damage. He does not notice and walks around you, into your room, looking straight ahead at Daryl, who is standing still against your back wall, on his side of the bed. He stares stoically at Negan and then picks a spot on the wall to stare down.

Negan laughs and walks in, sauntering around your room. He drags his index finger, inside his black glove, over your table, to your dresser, to the back wall, dragging it across the surface until he meets Daryl. He lifts his finger from the back wall and brings it in front of Daryl’s chest, pushing it into him harshly.

“You.” He says shortly and stares at Daryl with a playful look in his eyes, waiting for Daryl to react, when he doesn’t Negan smirks and turns his head back to look at you.

“How did Dar-yl, do this week, Y/N?” He asks, excitedly. “I hope he was a good little doggy.” He says, laughing back into Daryl’s face.

You roll your eyes at your father’s words. “Jesus, Dad. Lay off. He did… he was a great help.” You say sounding oddly optimistic. Your father paused at your change in demeanor and behavior. You wiped the smile off your face and tried to remain stoic. Calm your shit. You order yourself in your head, taking a deep breath trying to calm your nerves.

Negan looks at you as you recompose yourself, he shakes off your odd behavior, and smiles, taking in your words.

“Well Holy Hell! Is this man finally ready to step up and be a team player?!” Negan asks out loud to himself, his voice booming.

“Not sure he wants to be one of your butt monkeys, dad. He likes protecting people. Not sure that will quite fit with your murderous overtones around here.” You scoff, turning a chair in their direction and plopping down on it.

“Easy, Y/N. That murderous shit pays for all this.” He says gesturing to your room and belongings.

You could get into that right now, but decide against it. You look at Daryl who is staring straight ahead, not saying a word, as Negan breathes down his neck.

“What do you think we should do with him, then?” He asks you, staring Daryl up and down.

“Well, I sure have been enjoying not having to watch my back every time I step out of here. I’ll keep him.” You smile to yourself, butterflies dance around in your stomach.

Negan nodded, “For now.” He breaks eye contact with Daryl and begins to walk over to the door, he stops and grabs your chin, staring you in the eyes, searching for the thing he couldn’t put his finger on. He knew there was something you weren’t telling him. You stared at him, putting all the innocence you had into your gaze. He seemed satisfied and dropped his hand.

“Dinner’s in an hour.” He said and you nod.

Negan glares back at Daryl, who has remained still, and then heads out the door.

You slam the door shut and lock it. You run over to Daryl, wrap your arms around him and begin to devour his lips again. He pulls you up into his arms, wraps your legs around his waist, and drives you both back onto the bed. He breaks his kiss and stares into your eyes, “What are we doing?” He asks, moving your hair to the side, to view your eyes better.

You bite your lip, your heart racing, every inch of you on fire for his touch again. “I don’t know. But I don’t want to stop.” You say and pull his lips back into yours, he groans as he slides back on top of you, tasting you wherever he could.

“Daryl!” You cry out in pleasure as he starts to undress you.


You sat down across from your father, trying to look a serious as you could. You tried to push the thoughts of what the man standing behind you had done to you just minutes earlier. You rubbed your face, hoping it wasn’t red, and smoothed down your messy hair. Daryl stood behind you staring blankly ahead on the wall, he too was trying to think of anything but how he had just made her cry out for him, over and over again. He cleared his throat, trying to push the thoughts aside.

Negan sat down across from you and stared back at Daryl, he looked Daryl up and down, suddenly realizing that Daryl’s infamous outfit was gone.

“Fuck Y/N. Did you give him my shit to wear??” He asked a little angry.

You scoffed, “Well, I couldn’t very well have him escorting me around in that dirty piece of shit he was wearing! I have standards you know dad?” You say jokingly, crossing your arms in defense.

He nodded after a moment, understanding your position.

“Fair enough.” He stated simply. You watch as Timothy walks in and pours your father some wine, he walks over to you and you nod to him, he fills your glass as well. He nods and heads out the door. He comes back minutes later, carrying two plates, on them are some steamed carrots, potatoes, and a couple of pieces of roast. The Sanctuary raised livestock that your father had confiscated from another group, so every once in a while meat was abundant. You breathe in the scent realizing how hungry you are, you had barely come up for air the past few days, too busy devouring Daryl’s body. Your mind races over more thoughts of you two and you stare absentmindedly at your plate.

“What’s the matter with it?” Negan asks, watching you with a questioning look on his face.

You snap out of your dirty thoughts and look up at him, embarrassed. “Sorry, I was just… Nothing. It looks great!” You say, trying to sound thrilled. You stab your fork into a carrot and raise it to your lips, you chew it up and swallow it.

You notice your father still has his eyes on you and suddenly his mouth drops a little.

“Well, I’ll be…” He says and smirks a little to himself.

“Is it true that my little girl has finally found a man to her liking?!” He shouts out, loudly.

You look at him in confusion, “What?… What are you talking about?” You ask.

He runs his finger down his neck, and then points to you, “Looks like someone has been doing some serious damage there.”

Shit. You must have had marks on you, you hadn’t even noticed. Undone by a hickey. Nice going Y/N. You say to yourself, angrily.

Negan laughs to himself, finding the situation thoroughly amusing, apparently. You reach up and cover your neck, as if somehow that would turn back time. Negan notices and shushes his hand out to you.

“Oh hell, Y/N. Just having a laugh. Relax.” He chuckles.

“So, who is this lucky servant of mine? Possible, son-in-law?” He says, stretching out every syllable as he spoke, with a shit grin on his face.

“I told you I wasn’t interested in any of them.” You said softly, but firm, rubbing your neck uncomfortably. You didn’t know if you should lie or not, but every part of your being wanted him beside you again, touching you.

Negan stared at you in anticipation. “Well, if not one of them, then who?” He asked, awaiting your response. You froze, unsure of what to do.

Suddenly, Daryl steps forward and puts his hand firmly on your shoulder, staring Negan directly in the eyes.

Negan’s eyes turn from playful to storm clouds in a matter of seconds as he puts the situation together. You reach up and put your hand over Daryl’s, looking a little afraid toward your father.

“I found a man that I want, dad. I didn’t expect it to happen, it just did…” You trail off, rubbing your hand over Daryl’s.

“What the fuck do you mean Y/N?!? How the fuck…” He stands up and paces angrily around the room.

“Timothy! Get Lucille now!” Negan louds out the door and storms back in pacing up and down the room.

You stand up, kick your chair to the side, and stand with your back buried in Daryl’s chest, pushing you both to the wall, until Daryl’s back slams against it, putting your body in front of his defensively.

“No, Dad! You aren’t going to hurt him!” You say, tears forming in your eyes, you try and choke them down, you try and remain tough.

“The fuck if I’m not! I ask him to watch over you and he takes that to mean, ‘Go Fuck My Daughter’??” He screams angrily and paces up and down some more.

“Dad! It was my choice, I started it. It wasn’t his fault… And it’s more than that, I think… I think, I love him.” You finish your sentence softly and look down, realizing this for the first time yourself. You feel Daryl wrap his arms around you, hugging you into him slightly, at your words.

Negan stops pacing and looks you in the eye, he had never seen you look this way, ever in your life. Hell if he didn’t know any better, he could have swore you were telling the truth. It was the same look your mother used to give him before she was infected. He missed her every day, but was comforted knowing his daughter was so much like her. He was startled when Timothy ran in, bat in hand, reaching it out to Negan.

Negan sighed, shook his head, and gestured it away. “Nevermind. Put her back.” He said. Timothy obeyed.

Negan walked back over to you two and looked you in the eye, Daryl dropped his arms and you stepped forward to meet your father.

He looked at you softly. “If this is really what you want Y/N, I’ll try to be okay with it. But if he hurts you…” He rambles off tightening his jaw.

You smile up at him and peck his cheek, “He’s not the type, dad.” You say happily. You turn back around and smile at Daryl who is looking questioningly at you both, not sure if he can relax or not. You smile and grab his hand, pulling him closer to you and your father.

You push Daryl’s hand out and grab your father’s and do the same.

“Daryl, this is my father. Dad, this is Daryl.” You say and they shake hands.

“Nice to meet you, Daryl.” Negan says, with respect for Daryl in his voice, for the very first time.

anonymous asked:

Complete the conversation; Claire: "have you told him yet? I mean, have you actually tried using your words?"

“Have you told him yet?” Claire plops down in the chair next to Dean. “I mean, have you actually tried using your words?” She tries to nonchalantly reach for his beer bottle, but Dean pulls it away. 

“He knows how I feel.” Dean says, glowering as he take a pull off his beer.

“Because you made him a mixtape?”

“Hey, even you said that was romantic.”

“Yeah,” Claire drawls out the word as she leans forward on the table, resting her chin in her hands, “But if he’s not… like, doing anything about it then maybe subtlety isn’t the way to go.”

“Or maybe he doesn’t feel the same way at all and I’m wasting my time,” Dean huffs bitterly. He rises from the chair and head to the kitchen for another beer. “He probably isn’t even gay.” 

Claire snorts dubiously. “You’re not gay, remember?” she points out. “And you cannot tell me that Castiel isn’t attracted to you in some way. It’s all heart-eyes when he sees you.” Dean frowns and pulls two beers from the fridge, walking back into the large open room and setting one down on the table in front of Claire. 

“Alright, smartass, what do you think I should do?”

“Use. Your. Words.” Claire gestures very deliberately as she enunciates each word. “Write him a letter, call him, corner him and tell him you’re the wind beneath his wings, send him a text with ‘less than three’, anything! Just make it clear that you want to be more than friends.” He voice rises and echoes against the high ceiling of the bunker and she punctuates her rant but twisting the cap of her bottle and taking a long sip. 

“Uh…” Dean leans back, a little shocked by her fervor. “I think maybe I’ll just make him another mixtape.”

“You’re impossible,” Claire groans.  

When Someone Loves You

Just a quick little story, because I have a lot of feelings after yesterday’s episode.  Here’s my take on how I’d like the revelation of Killian’s secret to go.  Tagging a few people who may be interested:. @snowbellewells  @flslp87 @laschatzi @linda8084 @hellomommanerd @kmomof4

“And I’d no idea who the unfortunate man was until your friend the puppet handed me these pages,” Killian said, voice breaking on the last word.  He dropped his eyes and sighed deeply before raising his head once more.  “Swan…I know what I did is unforgivable.  I know I’ve no right to expect your affection any longer.  I know I should have told you the sordid tale before proposing, but gods help me I…I couldn’t.  I couldn’t bear to see the joy leave your eyes.  I couldn’t bear to see your love for me shrivel up.  Just know that I have no expectations.  If you wish to return the ring I gave you, I know that it is no more than I deserve after the heinous wrong I did to your father, to your entire family.”

Killian and Emma had spent a blissful night cocooned in their love following his abrupt proposal. For a few hours, Killian nearly forgot what he’d done, what he was, but in the cold light of day, Killian knew what needed to be done.  She deserved the truth.  She deserved to know the depths of depravity reached by the man with whom she planned to spend her life.

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fuma kotaro x mc (unnamed)

a/n: i had two anons request the same prompt for kotaro, so i figured it was in high demand! so here’s number 31 from this list - “you may be an idiot… but you’re mine.” @jemchew and @demon-princess-anastasia, i’m sorry you’re both getting spammed <3

He is certain of very few things, really: he has never been bright and he has never been particularly talented, but he has come to understand that there is not a thing more precious in the world than her and the sounds of their hearts beating in time. He still makes mistakes a bit too often, and he has lost count of how many times he has seen her pretty face marred with fear and concern for him as he acts in ways she cannot understand. She cares so much for him, so terribly much — he can tell, because he feels the same for her: terribly, terribly in love.

So terribly that, at times, he cannot even think of his own safety when he comes to visit her. He can’t help that Lord Yukimura hangs at her side so often — and that his reaction is always so violent.

Obviously, however, she cares, if the pinched look on her face and the way she keeps her arms crossed is any indication.

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anonymous asked:

How about Natsu wanting to kiss Lucy again after they had their first inital confession kiss but being awkward and nervous about how to initiate it?

This is a cute prompt!  Sorry that they are a little OOC and I didn’t really know how to end it, but I hope you like it!

Lucy had always imagined her first kiss being in some romantic place, maybe a field of flowers or something like that.  She imagined that it would be a ‘prince charming’ type guy, but maybe that was just her inner princess talking.  She never imagined who her first kiss would be with would actually not be prince charming, but instead, her first kiss was to the very dragon that prince would try and slay.  It wasn’t in a romantic flower field either, but Lucy was totally okay with it.  Her first kiss wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t the most romantic thing she’d ever experienced, but she knew it was with someone she cared for very much.  That person was Natsu Dragneel, part time destroyer of everything, full time best friend…  and now boyfriend?  Dragon boyfriend?  She wasn’t putting a specific name on it just yet, but she knew she was happy.  

They had been in her room, like any other normal time that Natsu climbed through her window.  Happy was not with him which wasn’t completely bazar, but it was unusual.  Then it just happened.  One minute they were talking about happenings in the guild, a new job, whatever that came up, and the next Natsu was telling her he liked her more than a friend.  What?  Lucy had been obviously shocked, but she had no trouble admitting that she reciprocated the feelings.  She didn’t say she had had those feelings long before the moment, but Natsu didn’t really need to know that.  He had told her that she had always meant so much to him; she’s his best friend and he always wanted to protect her.  He admitted that he didn’t really know what exactly he was feeling for her, it was very confusing for him.  But when he saw her putting her life on the line for him when they were at war with Zeref and the Spriggan 12, it was then that he truly understood what feelings he had for her; love.  It was in that moment that he decided that it was time to let Lucy know before it was too late.  That’s when he first kissed her, it was both of their own first kisses.

Lucy was sitting at the bar, Mira giving her a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast, when Natsu came into the guild hall.  It had been, admittedly, a bit awkward between the two since they had confessed their feelings for each other and kissed.  It had never been awkward really between the two, and Lucy was getting mildly frustrated with the whole thing.  She watched as Natsu boisterously entered the guild hall and then faltered slightly when seeing her looking at him.  It was so unlike him and it made Lucy uncomfortable.

“Hey, Natsu!  Come here!”  Mira called him; Mira had figured out the whole thing even though Lucy hadn’t wanted it to get out until her and Natsu figured out what they were actually doing.  But she had told Levy and Mira was just weirdly intuitive, but she knew that their secret was safe with the two girls.  That didn’t stop Mira from meddling however.  

Natsu slowly walked over to the bar, his eyes darting around the room nervously.  “What’s up, Mira?”

“Aren’t you going to say good morning to Lucy as well?”  

“O-oh, yeah…  Hey, Luce.”  Natsu laughed a bit while running a hand through his hair.

“Hey.”  Lucy responded, unsure what else to say.  “Um, are you gonna get some breakfast as well?”

“Y-y’know, I’m really not too hungry right now…  I’ll come back later.  See you guys!”  Natsu suddenly burst out and darted out the guild hall doors.  Lucy sighed and Mira tutted in disapproval.

“This has been happening ever since.”  Lucy grumbled.  “That’s it, I’ll be back, Mira!”  With that, Lucy jumped out of her seat and out the doors after Natsu.  The warm air of summer hit her face and Lucy blinked against the bright sun.  Luckily, Natsu hadn’t gotten too far, he actually hadn’t gone really anywhere.  He was sitting under one of the trees off to the side of the guild.  It wasn’t exactly secluded, but it was a quiet place to sit and relax.  Lucy often sat out there and read books that Levy had leant her.

“Natsu!  Hey, Natsu!”  Lucy called and his head whipped around as if he thought that she wouldn’t find him sitting in plain sight.

“Lucy?”  Lucy tried her best not to stomp over to him, but when she reached him, she crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a hard look.

“Okay, I think we should talk.”  Lucy declared.  She wasn’t going to be hard on him, it was all new to both of them, but she certainly wasn’t going to just wait around for something to happen.  If she did that, nothing else would happen.

“Okay.”  Natsu swallowed hard and shifted his gaze to her as she sat down next to him.  “’Bout what?”

“I think it’s pretty obvious, Natsu.”  Lucy sighed.  “You’ve been acting really weird lately!  I’m starting to feel like you didn’t mean what you said…”  Natsu’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“What?  Of course I meant what I said to you!  I just don’t know what to do…”  Natsu admitted breathing out a deep sigh.

“What do you mean?”

“I just really, really want to…” Natsu trailed off, pink tinting his cheeks.

“What do you want to do?”  Lucy questioned, perplexed.  “I just want everything to be normal again.  If you meant everything, then just be Natsu, okay?”  She smiled at him and he seemed to relax a bit.

“Agh, I know!  I’m sorry, it’s just, ugh-!”  Natsu dug his fingers into the ground beneath him in frustration.  “I don’t know what to do…”

“Natsu, what do you mean?  You’re driving me crazy!”

“You’re driving me crazy!  All I want to do is- ah!  This is so argh!”  Natsu groaned.  He had always been a poet with words…  

“What.  Do.  You.  Want?”  Lucy enunciated each word, quickly losing her patience.

“You!  I want you, I just-!”  Suddenly, Natsu grabbed Lucy a bit rougher than she would have liked, and pulled her over to him, and placing his hands on either side of her face.  He kissed her roughly and as if he were starving.  His mouth moved on hers in an inexperienced, but good way, and Lucy returned it just as enthusiastically.  It was a great feeling to finally have some contact with Natsu, Lucy had felt her body physically and mentally craving him.  He pulled away for a moment to look at her, his pupils dilated, and his breathing heavy.

“That, that’s what I’ve been wanting to do again.”

“You’ve been acting so weird just because you wanted to kiss me?” Lucy was floored.  She then burst into laughter at how purely adorable Natsu was.  “That’s so cute, Natsu, you can kiss me anytime you want to.  That’s what a relationship kind of entails.”

“Wait, we grow tails?”  Natsu looked at her confusedly and Lucy rolled her eyes.  “But that’s so awesome, what the hell?  I can just kiss you whenever?  That’s so cool!”  Natsu laughed and then pulled her in for another quick but passionate kiss.

“There is a time and place for everything though.”  Lucy warned him, smiling against his lips.

“Sorry for being so weird.  You’re supposed to be the weirdo.” Natsu grinned sheepishly and Lucy giggled.  Her gaze drifted from Natsu and to one of the guild windows that faced the tree they were under.  The entirety of the guild was staring out at them, some cheering, some laughing, Erza looked pissed for not being in the know, but she had strawberry cake.

“Oh my god…”  Lucy shook her head, covering her face in embarrassment. 

“Assholes.  I’m gonna give them something to look at.” Natsu lifted Lucy up onto his lap, ignoring her protests, and found her lips with his again.  His kiss was fervent and passionate.  “Mm, we’ll have to practice more.”  Natsu growled, he had made a complete three sixty from the nervous Natsu he had been for weeks.

“Natsu!  Time and place!”  Lucy finally broke away, protesting, but she smiled at him slightly.  She was going to love their practice.  Natsu guffawed as the displeased faces of their guild mates disappeared from the windows; Gray holding a hand over his mouth.

“I guess everyone knows now.”

“I’m okay with it if you’re okay.  I am the one who gets to kiss you all the time.”  Natsu grinned again and Lucy rolled her eyes affectionately.

“Yeah, I guess that’s pretty nice.” Lucy laughed and rested her forehead on Natsu’s feeling satisfied and loved.

Heaven only knows what goes on behind closed doors

A/N: OH WOW IT’S BEEN SO LONG HASN’T IT?? i’ve decided to write it in taron’s POV and I’m telling you this one here is gonna be full of sex. A tiny bit of fluff on the side, it’s hardly noticeable but it will still lead you to sex haha and it contains a slash smut, not going into details so prepare your bibles because it’s about to get dirty

Taron’s POV

Y/N has been acting immensely weird lately. I don’t understand why. She was so clingy the past days, demanding to come with me wherever I go like on sets, on my interviews, promotions or wherever I have to be. Not that I’m complaining though, but she never leaves my side and she’ll freak out everytime I leave her sight.

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Little Mouse ~Smutty September~

Prompt: Make a fiction with the Kai AU, (I decided to add smut.)

Pairing: Kai x Reader

Warning: Just some smut with Kai Parker. TAGGED: @smileybear17 @geminioriginalsimagines @khadija456fire @sapphire2489 @yui-miyuka @xrevupthisharleyx

Word Count: 1k(I think)

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Originally posted by lennyscofield

Sara loved Leonard’s lips.

Not for the reasons one would assume (though she didn’t deny that held its own appeal).

She loved them because they were the softest things about him. His arm and heart were hard. His skin and words were rough. His fingers were abrasive and calloused. His clothes were thick leather and denim, chunky sweaters made of itchy wool, thermals of rough material. His gun was heavy metal and his belt had additional weapons, sharp and hard. Even his hair prickled her skin, the short strands almost like the faint stubble she sometimes felt on his chin.

Leonard had created an entire wall of rough, hard, cold, and uncomfortable between him and the rest of the world, taking it all the way to his personality. His eyes were rarely gentle, the bite to his words always present, the distancing of his emotions and expressions second nature. He’d spent his life matching the physical walls, to protect him.

But he couldn’t hide his lips.

Even when he said cruel things, his lips carefully crafted the words, surrounding and embracing each syllable with overly enunciated effort. When he hid his feelings behind his a perfected grin, it was with the help of a gentle curve of his mouth. When he couldn’t voice the same words Sara did in the middle of the night, she could feel the way his lips pressed into her skin, mouthing the things he couldn’t say aloud. When she hated some of the things he did say, she saw the way the corners pulled down, apologetic for hurting her, even as he made it clear she needed to hear the truth. His fingers might hold her too hard sometimes, his teeth might scrape her skin, but his lips always caressed and worshipped.

They were soft, gentle, and caring. They were the most honest things about him. The only thing he couldn’t hide or lie about.

Sara loved Leonard’s lips.

The bed

Inuyasha learns the bed he and Kagome share has a history he doesn’t like. And something needs to be done.

Placed in the Reunion AU.

Fluff, hinted NSFW (just a pinch)

3000 words.

Inuyasha was flipping channels while in his boxers late at night. Asahi was already in his room. He could perfectly hear his son talking with his toys, but that usually meant the boy was in his way to placing every toy with their ‘families’ so they could have a good night too. 

Kagome was still in the bathroom, and by the smell and soft humming she was in the midst of her nightly beauty routine.

Nothing was interesting on the tv, so he turned it off and rested on his side with direct view into the bathroom, or at least the small space the door wasn’t blocking.

His head slipped from his hand and banged into the headboard of the bed, and for the first time he paid attention to the carving. It was a beautiful scene, woods and mountains with big thick trees and scattered wolves howling.

The bed was resistant and not even once had he heard it crack. It looked like a good bed.

“OI, Kagome…” he tried, in an effort to start conversation.

An almost melodic humming sound came from the bathroom as a response.

“Where did you get this bed? It’s really sturdy…”

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How EXO would handle language barriers with their crush (analysis)

I assume you mean before they begin dating? If not, I apologize but that’s how I read the request. Enjoy nonetheless!

Kris: Considering Kris is rather proficient with picking up on languages, I think a language barrier between him and his crush would be facile in shattering. Since Yifan knows four languages, obviously that showcases his interest for other dialects and cultures so I could see him going full on and actually learning the language that his interest speaks. Or at most, he would learn enough of the language to hold a steady conversation with the girl; enough for her understand and converse with him. Being the suave, cool guy he is, Kris will frequently approach the girl with random phrases in her language, effortlessly pronouncing them, only to be slightly thrown off when she responds back in her own language. 

Kai: Haha, Jongin would be adorably awkward when attempting to converse with the girl he’s interested in. With the broken sentences he can manage towards her of course. He would resort to asking close friends/acquaintances who know the language or know of someone who knows the language for some pointers. Kai wouldn’t delve as deep as Kris into learning this language, but, he would learn enough to converse with the girl, eventually asking her out in her language. He would just to know enough to maintain a steady conversation with her. He would be most shy and withdrawn while he’s attempting to speak her language to her, slowly elongating the words so not to mess up in front of her. Jongin would want her approval as to how well he’s doing! 

Suho: I can see Suho sharing his language with his crush while she teaches him some of the basics of her language This would be a great way for them both to get close to each other, while attaining knowledge on each of their respective languages. Once Joonmyun feels he’s gotten close to her, he’ll ask her out in her own language, with what he’s learned from her. He would be genuinely interested in learning her language as a way to get familiar with her. Suho would also be rather proficient in picking up on her language. When he’s really interested in something, he thrives in picking up on it (e.g: EXO showtime, when they were learning martial arts and to a lesser degree, the small talks he gave during the Exoluxion tour. I was surpassed by how good his English was!) Also, Joonmyun would want to keep his feelings for her obscured…since he would want to surprise her when he asks her out in her own language! 

Chen: Jongdae would be adorable in attempting to converse with his crush despite the vexatious language barrier that stands between them. He would teach himself all the adorkable pick up lines he can uncover in her language and approach her frequently, uttering these lines flirtatiously yet playfully to garner her amusement. He would want her to teach him all the “sayings of love” in her language for him to eventually use when he asks her out on a date. Jongdae would try his best to be genuine when learning her language, but his ultimate goal is to ask her out. “Ah~ so that’s how you say “can I see you again…good to know.”’ He may even grant her a pet name in her language just as a cute bonus. 

Sehun: Actually, I think Sehun would take a genuine interest in learning his crush’s native language not only to get to know her better, but also for his own personal interests as well. I think Sehun genuinely likes learning other languages, as evidenced when he’s practicing Chinese to himself or saying random English phrases or leaving captions on IG in Japanese. So, with this in mind, I think he would be enthralled to learn his crush’s native tongue; if anything this gives him a solid reason to investigate into the language. He would practice to himself, and once he’s attained a solid understanding of her language, he would ask her out for a date in her language, proper enunciation and confidence exuding.  

Chanyeol: He would try to make her laugh with the way he pronounces some of the words in her native language. Chanyeol would want his crush to teach him some of the basic words and maybe some greetings in her language, only to constantly repeat the word much to her amusement. He would find a word, no matter it’s definition, that fancies him and he would repeat it constantly; it would be the magic word between him and his crush. Each time he gets the chance to see her, this is what she would be greeted with: that magic word that he loves attempting to pronounce in front of her. He would try to put cohesive sentences together to try and communicate with her though. I don’t think he would go as far as learning her language, but Chanyeol may teach her a few ‘magic’ words in his language so they can exchange words together. 

Lay: Since Yixing is bilingual, knowing both Chinese and Korean, I can see him teaching himself his crush’s language for better communication. He would be able to pick up on her language, or at least the basics relativity quick. He may teach her a bit of his own language just to establish a line of communication before he officially asks her out. I can see Yixing getting a little creative in this process of learning his crush’s native tongue. He may just compose a song with lyrics in her language, coherent and heartfelt. Once he feels it’s perfected, I can see him strumming his guitar, singing the lyrics he’s composed to her softly against the soothing melody, as his way of asking her out. 

Luhan: Again, Luhan is rather proficient in learning languages so this wouldn’t be too much of an obstacle for him to overcome. I always felt that out of all the members in the China line, Luhan’s Korean was most lucid, which is just a display of his adroitness in learning languages. And with his shining charisma, convincing his crush to go out with him in her own language would hardly be an obstacle for him. Occasionally, he’ll murmur little flirtatious sayings in her own language to her when the moment presents itself. Eventually, he’ll get her alone with him while he presents a favor common in asking out someone in her culture (such as a red rose) while uttering amorous words in her language. 

Baekhyun: Somewhat similar to Chen, Baekhyun would want to learn all the “sayings of love” so he can use them on his crush, but would want her to teach him these sayings and phrases. “Teach me how to say ‘you’re beautiful’ next~” Baek would probably want to also learn romantic customs that are practiced in his crush’s homeland as an add on. He may also teach her some romantic customs that are practiced in his country just to elate her playfully. Baek would make this humorous in his own fashion and very much light hearted, eventually taking all that he’s learned from her to ask her out. I can see him going out of his way and making a sign written in her language with all sorts of romantic phrases written of the board and in the center would be the pressing question. 

Xiumin: I think Minseok’s way of overcoming the language barrier in this instance would be offering to teach the girl his own language rather than the reverse. Since Xiumin’s more of a giver, he would greatly enjoy teaching his crush all the basics of his language as a means for them to converse with each other. Xiumin would probably want to know affectionate sayings/pet names in her language so he can address her with these sayings. She wouldn’t be able to conceal her smiles with the way he addresses her as “my star,” or “my flower,” etc. If he really feels connected to his crush through teaching her his language, he’ll confess within due time. 

D.O: Kyungsoo would definitely take this to heart and would genuinely try and learn as much of his interest’s native language as possible, as he wants to make a favorable impression on her. He would learn all the basics and perhaps some intermediate things own his own time, to himself. He would study dutifully as if it were a crucial school assignment and would gladly take helpful notes on the language that will better his adeptness. Once he feels he has a steady understanding and can converse naturally in her language, I can see Kyungsoo then going out of his way to find a love song in her native language to serenade her with; to ask her out with. With his velvety voice and effective pronunciation of each word (as evidenced when he sings in English and Spanish), it would be difficult for the girl to refuse his offer. 

Tao: Like Sehun, Tao has a profound interest in other languages and cultures, as evidenced by his willingness to study Korean or his constant IG updates in English. So, Tao would take the initiative to learn the language his crush speaks as a way to properly converse with her. Through learning, he would become most engrossed in the language and the cultural aspects that accompany his learnings. He would love to learn from the girl herself, but I can also see Tao actually taking a studying session of some sort to better learn. He isn’t like Kris who I see teaching himself a language, but I see Tao thriving under a learning environment in this instance. You’ll frequently catch him memorizing all the basic sayings by repeating them to himself or taking notes diligently on his phone. He’ll approach his crush for some help in learning her language. “So how exactly would you pronounce this? …I’m learning for…school of course!”  

Be sure to send me more requests my loves. :) Our game will be coming up soon just to keep you updated. Most likely by this week(end). 



So, its still your birthday over there, right, thetourguidebarbie? So, as requested, Your Royal Highness of Smut:

Klaus finally gets up the courage to inform Caroline that her bad habit annoys him. She scoffs and rolls her eyes and the next morning he wakes up to a stick figure drawing of him and a horse on his bedside table.

Let this fulfill your fluff quota for the day! Is it fluff though? There’s no smut so it must be fluff! Enjoy :)

“If you take this street on the right, we can hit the highway at an interchange earlier,” Caroline suggested, pointing at the road she was talking about without looking up from her phone where she had been consulting the GPS app.

“There’s more traffic on that road,” Klaus immediately rebuked.

She scoffed at his bored tone, locking and dropping her phone into her lap before peering out of the windscreen to see the constantly moving traffic in front of them. “Not at 9 in the evening,” she pointed out.

“Sweetheart, I have been driving in this area for years. I have lived here even before the roads were laid for cars. I know where I’m going,” Klaus insisted with a tired sigh, offering her a half-hearted (and slightly sarcastic) smirk when he glanced over at her.

“I never said you didn’t, just that you can cut the journey time by a couple of minutes,” Caroline said softly, placatingly, yet with an edge to words to show she wasn’t backing down from her opinion. She met his eyes with a raised brow, challenging him to argue.

Which, of course, he did. “I assure you, I will cut those couple of minutes regardless,” he said smugly, already changing the gear and speeding past the street she had wanted to take without a second look. If it wasn’t for his impeccable reactions and spacial awareness, she would be gripping onto the leather armrests of his luxury four wheel drive.

“I hate it when you over-speed,” she grumbled nonetheless, tucking her phone away into her purse and sitting back petulantly.

“And I hate it when you backseat drive,” Klaus added without missing a beat.

“Well, excuse me for trying to get home quicker so we could maybe enjoy a nice bath before bed,” Caroline huffed, stretching out her arms in front of her with an exaggerated groan as if to emphasise her need for relaxation. Like they hadn’t just spent two days away from New Orleans to go visit a witch three hours away, spending only about a tenth of their time away with him (and the rest together).

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise the the two extra minutes was a make-or-break factor for having a bath,” he retorted as he made the turn onto the highway, where he picked up the speed once again.

“Your sarcasm is not appreciated,” Caroline remarked, unconsciously curling her feet closer to the seat in reaction to the lights speeding past them as he wove in and out of the vehicles in front of them. She might trust his skills, but even the years with him  weren’t enough to take out the fear her mother had instilled in her when she had first gotten her learner’s permit. “And you’re officially uninvited from my bath.”

She pretended she didn’t see him roll his eyes in reply.

The lavender scented bubbles were on their last dregs with the water only lukewarm after the hour she had spent in the bath. It was a good thing she was impervious to feeling hot or cold because, even though her skin was slowly starting to wrinkle up at the extremities, she had no motivation to move.

Until Klaus’ voice cut through the silence, indicating his arrival back into their quarters of the house from meeting with Elijah to catch up with what had occurred in his city whilst they were away.

Caroline! How many times do I have to ask for you to keep the curtains in my studio closed whenever we leave for a few days?”

His words were tinged with clear irritation, and she could practically see him in her mind’s eye; jaw clenched and hands repeatedly furling into fists to keep himself from acting out. A small smile played on her lips at the image (he might be pissed, but it was still a hot look) as she sunk slightly more into the water.

“I must have forgotten, sorry,” she called back, not having to raise her voice much to know he would hear with both his hybrid hearing and the echo of the marble bathroom.

“Perhaps next time you can simply leave it be when I have prepared it,” Klaus muttered indignantly, the sounds of heavy velvet curtains being drawn closed with a quick whoosh and the scraping of two easels against the wooden floors providing the background to his words.

Realising she wouldn’t be getting much quiet time after that, Caroline resigned herself to ending the bath by tugging the plug out with the dexterity of her toes and savouring every last moment she could of the water as it swirled down the drain.

“It was only a couple of days, babe; surely it didn’t burn anything up in that time, right?” she replied, both defensively and in actual curiosity.

“Every second the art in the sun, it starts to fade,” he replied gruffly.

Pursing her lips at the sudden realisation of what her actions might have caused, she started to push herself out of the tub as she asked, slightly hesitantly; “Yeah, but it’s mostly your own work. Can’t you just, you know, touch it up or whatever?”

“No, Caroline, I can’t just ‘touch it up or whatever’. If I constantly kept restoring my work, I wouldn’t have time to create anything new,” Klaus answered condescendingly, a huff in his words that only made her shake her head

Wrapping the towel around her body after drying herself off, she climbed out of the tub and headed into the bedroom. “Fine, I’ll refrain from entering your studio from now on, ok?” she said in the general direction of where he was in the adjoining room.

“That’s not what I sai- You know what, never mind; do as you wish. I’ll just have to remember to check before we leave.” His tone indicated he was talking mainly to himself at the end; an endearing attribute of his which she had only discovered when she had moved in with him. She put it down to the fact that, after a thousand years, there was only so much his mind could store. The rest (the unneeded stuff) was said out loud as he thought and cast aside. “And to throw out your Diet Coke cans whenever you leave them behind… In my studio.”

Caroline had just about reached the closet when he entered the bedroom too, offending drink can (or three) in hand. Wincing at the sight of them (it was a recently addiction, which she was sure came from her attempt of trying to find an easier way to curb her vampire cravings in the city where fresh, human blood ran freely), she instead put on the most innocent face she could muster up at the look at pure annoyance on his face.

“What’s with the attitude, Klaus? You’ve been in a funk ever since we were heading back,” she asked as sweetly as she could, letting down and tousling her hair with her fingers. It was a clear-cut, tried and tested method; he fell for the ‘sweet, good-girl-next-door’ every time.

That was, when his mind wasn’t captivated on his art (or his anger towards it).

“I am not ‘in a funk’. I just need you to listen to me when I ask you to do certain things,” Klaus retorted slowly, holding her eyes with his narrowed blue ones. Biting her bottom lip to keep herself from arguing, Caroline nodded once and clutched lightly onto her towel as she continued on her way to get changed. She could hear him let out of long, heavy sigh, before uttering under his breath, “Such as this closet.”

Twirling around on her heel, she pointed a finger at him threateningly. The closet might technically be ‘theirs’ but it was her project. No-one organised like Caroline Forbes did, and if she had a walk-in closet the size of her childhood living room and kitchen put together, then so be it. And any criticism against it was a personal criticism against her.

“What’s wrong with the closet?” she asked, enunciating each word slowly and precisely.

“Must you rearrange it practically every month? Do you know how long it takes for me to find a simple top or a belt some mornings?” Klaus enquired, though she had a feeling that it was rhetorically. Mainly because she it was rare occasion when she was awake at the time he got ready.

“You could just ask me,” she replied in a haughty manner, turning around to retrieve her pajamas from the drawers which faced her side of the closet.

His footsteps were heavy yet quiet against the plush cream carpet, and she almost snapped at him to remove his dirty shoes when she spotted him doing so before she could get a word out,

“I have asked you,” he all but growled, dropping his shoes onto the floor with a thump, followed by the other before he began peeling his socks off.

“I thought you were just joking,” Caroline merely shrugged, tossing aside her towel as she pulled out a pair of clean panties and slipped them on; bending over to give Klaus a clear view of her ass.

She could feel the heat of his stare on her, yet was sorely disappointed when he remained on the other side of the chest of drawers, digging out his own pair of sleeping bottoms; frown lines still visible on his features even though his eyes had darkened considerably.

“I wasn’t,” he uttered, making her roll her eyes and pull on her own pajamas.

“Clearly,” she murmured to herself, though there were no delusions whether he would have heard it or not.

“And whilst we’re on the subject, sweetheart,” Klaus added, bare chested so she could see his toned muscles contract and move when he plucked out a top from the railing behind him. It was familiar and new; the tags were still on it and if she looked closer, she could see the same was true for the other items of clothing in the same section. “Please stop buying clothes for me and adding it to what I already have in hope I will suddenly wake up colourblind and decide to wear these monstrosities,” he spat out, cringing with the last word as he shook the top in question.

“Hey! I happen to like yellow! You would suit it; it’d make you look more relaxed,” she defended herself, placing a hand on her hip and waved the other at him from head to toe as if to prove her point. In his semi-naked form, it was hard not to see his tense stance under his smooth skin and lean form.

“Well, I do not,” he gritted out, pulling out the rest of the clothes (hangers still attached because no matter how riled up he was, they both knew he wouldn’t dare to face her wrath of crinkling the unworn and unwanted clothes). “And I don’t need to look relaxed, I need to look like me.”

“You could make yellow ‘you’ if you began wearing it,” Caroline suggested, hanging up her towel and taking a short-sleeved top out of his hands and admiring it. It had been an impulse buy on her last shopping spree (which was more or less a weekly occurance these days), having remembered how much she adored seeing her significant other in his sleeveless tops at home and not minding having more of it on a daily basis. “This is grey. You love grey.”

Placing the items in his hands onto the the top of the drawers, he shook his head exasperatedly. “Its a t-shirt,” he pointed out slowly.


Letting out a long sigh, Klaus ran a hand through his hair before settling with; “I’m not a fan.”

“But you have gorgeous arms,” she argued, crossing over to his side and running a seductive hand down his arm, squeezing his forearm gently when she reached it. The unimpressed look on his face told her he knew what she was playing at and that he wasn’t falling for it.  “Fine, no t-shirts or colours. Sorry for trying to inject a bit of light and change into your life,” she said sarcastically, adding the grey shirt to the rest of the pile and gathering them in her arms to place onto the small chair near the door so she would remember to put it into the refuse bin in the morning. If Klaus wasn’t going to get some use out of it, then she’d be damned if no-one else did.

“I have light and change in my life, but she’s trying to change my personal preferences without asking me and it’s becoming irritating,” he remarked from behind her, his words softer and more understanding as he spoke. A smile played on her lips at his words, turning to see him change into a pair of jogging bottoms and catch her eyes with a raised brow. “And she’s also messing up my artwork.”

“Right,” she said, slightly perturbed at her own actions. Titling her head to the side, she offered him an apologetic look as she tried, “Sorry?”

Klaus rolled his lips between his teeth before letting out a breath and nodding. “It’s fine. Just- Don’t do it again,” he simply said, throwing his clothes into the washing hamper on his way towards her.

“Duly noted.” Caroline smiled, patting his naked torso as she asked,  “Anything else you want to get off your chest?”

“Nothing I can think of, no,” he retorted dryly when she finally walked back into the bedroom and climbed into bed. He rub his brow with a thumb to smooth out his tension, much to her amusement.

“Well, I’ll be here all night if you do,” she insisted with a saccharine smile and scrunching up her nose cutely before tucking herself in.

Once again, she pretended she didn’t see him roll his eyes in reply.

Klaus woke up the next morning to the unusual feeling of emptiness. Not him, however, but the bed. There was no-one in his arms, and more importantly, there were no limbs entangled with his own or the light floral-vanilla scent that was simply Caroline invading his senses.

Cracking open an eye, he blinked repeatedly when the bright sunlight hit his sensitive sight, not use to the room being basked in the morning light when he was usually the one who would open the curtains.

Focusing on the sounds nearby, he melted into the bed onto his back at the familiar spray of the shower and the love of his life’s singing. He was never a fan of the modern pop culture (he was this close to trying to compel himself to forget the lyrics to another one of Taylor Swift’s songs, who Caroline adored), but hearing her sing about James Dean and tight little skirts made all the difference.

Pushing himself up lazily against the headboard, Klaus reached over to grab his phone from the bedside table to check for any messages when he spotted a rolled up piece of paper balancing precariously atop of it.

Frowning in confusion (he was sure he had put his sketchbook away without ripping out a page the night before), he grabbed it tentatively and opened it in his lap. The drawing was hastily done, yet he could see the concentration and the thought the artist (he used the word very lightly) had put into it.

He assumed the stick man with short spirals for hair was him, especially considering the frown Caroline had etched onto his face along with the black pants and grey short sleeved t-shirt he wore (Klaus refused to think about the state his pencil must be in after all the shading).

There was another stick figure next to the man, however, taking into account the four legs and the (rather) elongated nose, he assumed it was an animal. With large, cutesy eyes and a tail made of straight lines with the end flicked gently, realisation hit him with a huff of irritation.

A horse. She had tried (‘tried’ being the key word) to replicate the drawing he had so lovingly drawn and left for her after his mother’s ball back in Mystic Falls. Whereas his had been a near-perfect portrait of a brief moment in time they had both shared, hers was obviously an amature attempt to tease him further.

And as proof of her blatant plagiarism, she had even added his regurgitated words next to it in her own swirly handwriting.

‘Thank you for your (belated*) honesty. Caroline x’

Rolling his eyes before rereading the line, Klaus searched for whatever she had omitted and referenced to by the asterisk. It was only when he turned the paper around that he noticed the few lines in the top lefthand corner in her normal handwriting.

‘*Seriously, Klaus. Next time, just tell me you’re not joking or that you really don’t like what I bought you. I can handle it. Unless you want to spend the rest of your life being constantly confused by your own closet.’

Growling at the implication of her words, he called out without waiting for her to leave the shower, “You’re not funny!”

Her light laughter resonated around the bathroom and through the door, making him reluctantly smile at the sound of it. “Did you like my drawing?” she asked over the water, which had slowed down.

Turning it back to the to picture, he analysed it with a critical eye before giving her the answer she was obviously looking for. “Its amazing,” he deadpanned.

He could hear the gentle swoosh of the water being turned off and her grabbing her towel before the door creaked open. “The resemblance is uncanny, right?” Caroline played along, crossing her arms over her towel-clad body and leaning against the doorjamb. “You don’t even have to keep it out of the light, either!”

anonymous asked:

ok but in those unreleased stills there's a bed in the bckground imagine them putting it to use in some angry sex insted of whatever that painful ending was

so i imagined it. and then ended up writing it. whoops

read on ao3 here (smut ahead)

‘Enough!’ he cuts her off, voice hard and sharp, ‘You are not in charge here Clarke. And that’s a god thing because people die when you’re in charge.’

She does no good in hiding her wince and Bellamy notices, taking a step closer. ‘You were willing to let a bomb drop on my sister,’ he snarls at her, drawing out another cringe as her eyes begin to sting. ‘You made a deal with Lexa who left us to die in Mount Weather and forced us to kill everyone who helped us!’

It’s like a slap to the face and it has her blinking tears out of her eyes. He takes another step forward, landing them toe to toe without even an inch of personal space between them. ‘She forced us to kill people who trusted me, Clarke. Children. Innocents.’

‘Oh, so now you care about innocents?’ she snaps back at him. ‘I saw what you and Pike did, Bellamy. You massacred the army that was sent to protect you!’

‘I didn’t have a choice,’ he grinds out, stoic mask falling in place but doing nothing to hide the emotions warring against each other in his eyes. ‘I did it for our people. My people.’

‘You always have a choice, Bellamy!’ she yells at him, shoving him hard in his chest that he has to take a step backwards. ‘There’s always a choice and you chose to murder the people sent to help you in cold blood. Don’t pull that ‘doing it for our people’ bullshit on me.’

He laughs, bitter and harsh. ‘They were there to help us now, but what happens when Lexa decides to have a change of heart, huh? She’s done it before, who’s to say she’s not going to do it again, and so help me god I will not stand by idle and let her people kill mine!’

‘She’s changed!’ Clarke says, stepping into him so that their chests were pressed together. ‘And apparently so have you. I thought you were better than this Bellamy.’

‘Fuck you Clarke,’ he snarls, voice low and noses brushing. This close she can make out almost each individual freckle that dusts his face, the flush crawling beneath his skin. She can feel the way his chest rises and falls with his anger, and the way his eyes seem to darken when he leans in even closer and mutters, ‘Fuck. You,’ enunciating each word clearly and conveying just about a hundred different emotions behind them.

She doesn’t know what else to say, her train of thought coming to an abrupt stop the moment he crowded into her, so instead she closes her fists around the collar of his jacket and snaps, ‘Yeah, well, fuck you too,’ right before she pulls him forward and seals her mouth over his.

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Please do a PietroxReader of "things you said while you were drunk"! Thank you ^_^

Ahh, I enjoyed writing this one! Sorry it took so long, but i hope the length makes up for it! Also I kind of combined two prompts. Anyway, here ya are. 

#9 things you said when you were drunk AND #15 things you said with no space between us

(Y/N) sighed once she’d spotted Pietro. He was stumbling over his feet as she made his way to the bar and she knew it was about time she cut him off.

It seemed she was the only one who was paying any attention to the pesky silver haired speed freak. Everyone else was either just as drunk – or on their way to being just as drunk – as him. Apparently defeating some sort of threat to the world meant they could drink their liver to death the next night.

“I think you’ve had enough, Pete,” (Y/N) said, walking up to him. She tugged on his arm in an effort to get his attention but he only frowned, trying to bat her away.

“’m fine,” he grumbled when she wouldn’t leave him be.

“You’re drunk,” (Y/N) shook her head, she was slightly amused at his behavior. All of his usual guards were down and nothing about him could be correlated with the usually standoffish sober Pietro Maximoff. “Let’s just get you home, yeah? Bet you’ll be asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow,” she tried to coax him into voluntarily leaving.

“Don’ wanna go ‘ome,” he mumbled, his accent so thick it was almost difficult for her to understand him.

(Y/N) let out a sigh. “I’m afraid you don’t have much of a choice, Speedy,” she said fondly. “You’re wasted and we need to get you to bed. Can’t have you running a muck about the city.”

“She’s right, Kid,” Clint agreed from behind the bar he was manning. He seemed to be the only other sober person in the joint, and (Y/N) smiled gratefully over at him.

“You are cuttin’ me off?” Pietro hiccupped.

“I’m afraid so. Go get some rest,” Clint nodded over to (Y/N).

“’s not fair,” he pouted, leaning heavily onto her. (Y/N) wrapped an arm around his waist, hoping to be able to keep him upright long enough to get him to his room.

“Come on, Speedy,” she groaned. “You’re gonna have to help me here. You’re like, all muscle and I’m – well, me,” (Y/N) said, frowning down at her petite form.

Pietro seemed to understand some what as he began to walk, holding some of his own weight so as not to topple onto her.

They’d just made it outside the doors of their destination when (Y/N) realized that she’d left her keys to the housing part of the Avengers Tower behind. She grumbled out some curses before turning to Pietro and hoping he had his on him. “Where are your keys?” She asked him, slowly.

“Hm, in ‘m back pocket,” he giggled – actually giggled. “You’ gonna ‘ave to touch my butt,” he continued to laugh while (Y/N) let out an exasperated sigh.

“Honestly,” she muttered, shaking her head as she reached into the back of his jeans and pulled out a key-ring. “Let’s go,” she said after she’d finished unlocking the door.

“Where we going?” he asked, stumbling along beside (Y/N).

“Your room,” (Y/N) explained patiently. “I’m going to put you to bed.”

“I’m not sure how I feel about that,” Pietro chuckled, resting his head on (Y/N)’s shoulder once she had situated them inside the elevator. “You look pretty,” he added, his glazed over eyes trailing over her body once. “And you smell nice.”

“You’re dead drunk so you don’t really have much of a say in the matter,” (Y/N) laughed. “And thank you,” she nodded graciously, unable to hold back the blush on her cheeks.

“You are blushing,” he grinned, a wide smile on his face and his eyes appearing brighter somehow.

“No, I’m not,” (Y/N) scoffed, before wrapping an arm around his waist and dragging him off the elevator.

“You are,” he teasing, his words still a little slurred. “And I can walk just fine on my own,” he said, even as he staggered into (Y/N) who let out a slight ‘oof’.

“I don’t think you can,” she rolled her eyes, tightening her grasp on him.

“You just wish to touch me,” Pietro cheeked. “’s ok, I would wish to touch me too.”

“You can do that in your free time, thanks,” (Y/N) said, making a face as they came to a stop outside of his room. “Lean against the wall there,” she instructed him, and was a little stunned when he immediately complied.

“I’m going to pee,” he said, closing his eyes, just as (Y/N) pulled his door open and dragged him inside.

“God, for someone so fast, you’re terribly slow tonight, Speedy,” (Y/N) sighed pushing him over to the bathroom as she collapsed onto his bed.

Placing his keys on the bedside table, she waited patiently for Pietro to come back – which he did after a long couple of minutes.

“’m tired,” he mumbled, collapsing on top of the bed right beside (Y/N), and draping an arm around her waist.

“You need to change,” she ordered, pushing his arm aside and trying to get him to sit up. “Pietro,” she huffed, her own weariness creeping up on her slightly.  

“Hmm?” He hummed, his eyes already fluttering shut.

“We need to get you to bed,” (Y/N) said quietly, her eyes softening at the peaceful look on his face. She almost didn’t want to move him; she’d never seen him so content before.

Instead, she pulled him up by the arm, making him sit up with a pout.

Still though, Pietro kicked off his shoes and pants before he reached for the button down he was wearing. After fumbling with the first button, he dropped his hands. “’s too hard,” he groaned, rubbing his head with the back of his hand.

“Come here, you idiot,” (Y/N) pulled him closer, unable to keep the fondness out of her words. “There; all done,” she smiled at him.

“Thank you,” Pietro smiled, slinking his arms out of the sleeves and letting the shirt drop onto bed before he pushed it onto the floor – which only made (Y/N) frown in disapproval.

She kept herself from commenting however, instead opting to say her farewells. “I’m gonna go to bed too,” she said, fighting back a yawn. “Goodnight, Speedy,” she murmured, reaching over and kissing his forehead.

She didn’t know what had come over her, but decided it was something to think about in the morning. When she pulled away, Pietro was looking at her with a shy smile, and for someone who was usually so outgoing, he suddenly seemed very unsure of himself.

“I like it when you call me that,” he whispered, his accent thicker than ever with sleep and alcohol mixed as one.

“I know you do,” (Y/N) admitted, before turning to leave.

“Wait,” he called out and when (Y/N) looked back curiously, he was frowning.

“What it is, Pete?” she asked him.


“Don’t what?” she asked, highly confused. Her brain wasn’t firing as quickly as it should have been in its tired state.

“Don’t go,” Pietro explained. “Stay,” he added, in case he wasn’t clear enough.

“Pietro,” (Y/N) sighed, a touch reproachful.

“(Y/N),” Pietro mocked back. “Please, stay?” he asked again, the furrow between his eyes deepening as he stared at her, worried she would turn him down.

“Fine,” (Y/N) sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat. There was no way she was going to tear his spirit when he was looking at her with such hope and clarity in his eyes.

The corners of his mouth slowly lifted into a smile as he stood up quickly. “You will need clothes,” he explained, sloppily crossing the room to pull out something for her to wear.

“Speedy, you don’t have to do that,” she said weakly, but it was too late because he was already moving – stumbling more like – towards her.

“They will be too big,” he confessed handing her a faded grey t-shirt she’d seen on him plenty of times around the Tower and a pair of elastic boxer briefs.

(Y/N) quirked a brow in question.

“I remember you said you do not like wearing pants to bed,” he said enunciating each word carefully, in case he said something wrong. “You said they were, how you say, con-cons,” he stumbled over the word, frowning in thought.

“Constricting,” she said softly, helping him out. She had no idea how he remembered that conversation, but found that she rather liked that he had. “Thank you, Speedy,” she smiled, heading to the bathroom to change.

When she made her way back into the room, Pietro was already huddled up in the bed with his eyes shut. Thinking he was asleep, (Y/N) decided to leave for her own room but was stopped when he spoke.

“Said you would stay,” he murmured.

“Thought you were asleep, if I’m being honest,” (Y/N) chuckled awkwardly rubbing her neck.

“’m not,” he countered, pulling the sheets up and patting the space beside him.

With a sigh, and a tinge of happiness, (Y/N) made her way over to him, pausing before she got in.

“Do you need anything, before we sleep?” she asked him, trying to keep her words neutral.

“Yes,” he nodded, his eyes tired and words barely above a whisper.

“What is it?”

Pietro motioned for her to move closer, and thinking this was another one of his drunken antics, (Y/N) leaned forward.

When she was situated a hairsbreadth away from him, Pietro leaned forward, wrapping an arm around her waist and dragging her onto the bed, making her yelp in shock. “Pietro! What are you doing?” She demanded, trying to pull away - which only resulted in him dragging her closer.

Once their noses were touching, Pietro lifted his free hand, trailing it up her body and around the base of her neck where it disappeared into her hair. All the while he never once broke eye contact with her, watching her, analyzing her, scoping her reaction to him.

(Y/N) had no idea what was happening, or why it was happening. She didn’t understand what Pietro was doing, and she was worried this was all some massive cosmic joke and that she’d wake up tomorrow morning in her own bed with nothing but disappointment coursing through her bones.

But when Pietro ducked his head, and caught her lips in an unprepared, long drawn out kiss that was only a little bit sloppy, she found that even if it were a joke, she maybe wouldn’t mind too much. He tasted mainly like liquor, but there was still the underlying taste of chocolate and mint which she was sure was from the stash of ice-cream he kept hidden in the freezer from the others. And despite the dryness to his lips, they fit perfectly around her own – like flowers to a bee.

When he pulled away, resting his forehead against her own, (Y/N) found herself thoroughly disappointed and with her heart racing so fast she couldn’t stop the thoughts why now and will he remember racing through her thoughts.  

“I think I’m in love with you,” he murmured, his voice ringing loud and clear in the quiet room. And, despite the obvious smell of alcohol on him, in that moment he seemed stone cold sober. His words had been soft and nervous, but there was something about the way he continued to stare at her afterwards that made it seem like he’d thought about this before.  

(Y/N) hadn’t realized she’d stopped breathing until she opened her mouth and nothing but a strangled breath of air rushed out. She was speechless and the lack of space between their two bodies – because she had somehow found herself lying beneath Pietro, every inch of their selves touching – wasn’t helping.

“I-I should go,” she said finally, her heart lurching at the heavy, almost sad look in Pietro’s eyes.

“You said you would stay,” he mumbled, refusing to move off her.

“I know, but you’re drunk and you don’t know what you’re saying,” she said sharply, her voice getting stronger as she spoke.

“No,” he shook his head, before pausing. “I mean, yes, I am drunk. But everything I said it true. It is all true,” he repeated, with such a sure look in his eyes that (Y/N) felt her heart stutter with hope.

“Alright,” she agreed after a calculated silence. “But,” she fumbled, when Pietro glanced up at her a bright look on his face. “You have to say it again in the morning, when you’re sober. Only if you mean it,” she added worriedly.

“Ok, I will,” he nodded, not missing a beat as he shifted on the mattress, his arm wrapping tightly around her waist and dragging her closer to the warmth of his body – stomach to chest, chest to stomach.


When (Y/N) opened her eyes the next morning, she was highly disorientated when she glanced around the room.

She shifted slightly, only to freeze as she felt the warmth of a body beside her.

“Good morning,” Pietro mumbled, a dazzling smile on his face as he stared at her, his accent thick with sleep. “I love you,” he added, and (Y/N) was sure that her heart would never beat for anyone as quickly as it did for the boy beside her.  

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The Experiment

Inspired by this picture of Billie and hollonsy ’s tags.

Word Count: 527


A/N: I know I kind of sent this as ask box fic to you, Holl, (and spammed your inbox afterwards) but the idea wouldn’t leave me alone so I added to it just a bit. Sorry for sending you a bajillion messages and then this as well. hides.

Rose was having a surprisingly good time at this Vitex affair. She was dressed to the nines in a black dress and had nicked the Doctor’s glasses on the way out of the flat without him noticing. An hour into the party, Jackie was also in high spirits, having already downed a few glasses of champagne, which was stronger in this universe. Pete watched his two girls laugh at some long standing joke, shaking his head good-naturedly at them before turning to talk to a colleague.

Rose was still giggling when she saw the Doctor watching her from a doorway across the room. She grinned at him and excused herself from her mum to go talk to him.

“Fancy seeing you here,” she said as she sauntered up to him. He was notoriously always late to these shindigs and always managed to leave early. Usually with her in tow (or leading the way). “Thought you might’ve decided to stay home.” She leaned against the opposite side of the doorframe he was holding up.

“Rose,” he started, his voice in a lower register than normal, “is there a reason you’re wearing my glasses?”

She sent him a tongue touched grin as she ran her fingers along the frames in question. The Doctor swallowed hard as his dark eyes drank her in. “’S for an experiment.” She wrapped her tongue around the last word, enunciating each syllable carefully.

“An experiment?”

“Yup!” She replied, popping the p at the end like he always did.

He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. “And the results of this experiment?”

Rose stepped forward and pulled him down by his tie so she could whisper in his ear, lips brushing his earlobe with every movement. “You have the same reaction to me wearing the specs as I do when you wear them.” She nipped at his lobe before pulling back slightly to look him in the eye.

The Doctor’s pupils were blown wide and the heat in his gaze was more than enough to fan the flames of the desire already building in Rose. “You like the glasses then?” He asked, voice gravelly.

“Didn’t you know?” Rose rolled her hips forward into his and smirked when he had to suppress a moan. “I’ve always had a thing for them. Bloody hard to concentrate on anything when you put them on.”

“Thought you had a thing for me.” He grumbled. “Would’ve worn them all the time if I’d known.”

Rose just laughed and pressed her lips to his in a kiss that was much too quick and chaste for both of them. He grabbed her hand and dragged her out the door to find their way to a more private locale to continue Rose’s experiment.

Pete saw them slip out the door and watched them go with a small smile. At least they’d both shown up this time, and had left before causing a public scandal. (They didn’t have a very good track record with Vitex parties). He grabbed another flute of champagne and went to find his own wife to see if he could convince her to leave early as well.

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“I swear it was an accident.” for Supercat !

42. “I swear it was an accident.”

Clairvoyance is not one of Kara’s superpowers, but that morning she knows exactly what’s going to happen before it does. She can see the steaming mug of coffee held in Siobhan’s hands, extending towards Cat as she strides into the office from her private elevator, and she can see the delivery boy behind Siobhan, eyes on his clipboard and paying no attention to his surroundings as he strides towards Cat’s office.

Kara doesn’t move as she watches it play out from behind her desk – the delivery guy knocks into Siobhan, who stumbles, and the coffee spills over the side of the mug and all over Cat’s ridiculously expensive blouse.

“Oh my god.” Siobhan’s eyes widen in horror as Cat’s lips curl into a snarl, and Kara knows which of the two of them is going to be the number one assistant for the day. “I-I’m so sorry Miss Grant, I swear it was an accident, I – let me - ”

“Do not touch me,” Cat hisses, batting away Siobhan’s hands as she yanks the blouse away from her skin – it was white, but now there’s a quickly spreading brown stain seeping into the silk.

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22 / Adoribull

[“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”]


“You’ve got an admirer,” the Bull says, dropping down next to Dorian in the Herald’s Rest. “More than one, in fact.”

Dorian doesn’t look up from his tankard. In fact, he seems to be looking for answers in the depths of his ale. Something which, the Bull knows, usually doesn’t end well.

“Of course I do,” Dorian says, his tone enough to indicate the unspoken ‘obviously.’ “Who are you talking about?”

“Harding.” The Bull catches Dorian’s eye and then nods across the tavern where Harding sits with Dagna and Sera. “She’s been staring.”

As soon as Dorian looks over, though–

“Eh, you won’t catch her,” the Bull says, “she keeps looking away.”

“She isn’t the only one.”

The Bull stares at Dorian, his profile half-obscured as he takes a long pull of his drink. “What.”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me.” Dorian’s voice drops low, almost too deep for the Bull to hear in the bustle of the tavern. “When you think I don’t notice.” He looks at the Bull then, eyes hot. “She isn’t the only one.” Each word is deliberate, enunciated clearly. Like stones dropped between them. Dorian watches him like he’s waiting for the ripples to take affect.

The Bull’s pulse picks up, his body on alert. There’s a change on the horizon. He takes a sip of his own drink, shifts so that their knees knock. “Oh?”

Dorian hums. The pink tip of his tongue flicks out at the corner of his mouth, and, fuck, the Bull wants that tongue other places. His own mouth, for example, or his nipples. His cock. His ass. He isn’t picky.

“She’ll get over it.”

The Bull chuckles. “I’m sure she will. She’s also been staring at Krem.”

“She has good taste.”

The Bull ducks closer, head dipping down. “And what about me?” he asks. “Will I get over it?”

Dorian looks at him through his lashes and then away. “You’ll get something,” he says. He finishes his drink and stands. They’re almost of a height like this; the Bull is intrigued by the possibilities. “You coming?”

The Bull grins. “I intend to be.”

It gets him an eyeroll and a shake of the head, but as they leave the tavern, Dorian doesn’t stop him from following.

It's a Date

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It’s a Date

“Roy, I need you!”

She winces inwardly as he turns from his target practice to stare at her with wide eyes and an amused twist of his lips.

“That’s not…what I meant was: I need your help.” She groans, pushing her glasses up to massage the bridge of her nose. “Normally, I wouldn’t ask you, but Oliver and Digg are out of town until tomorrow and this really needs to be done tonight and I can’t do it alone. I mean, I could, but I need you to do the flirty-flirt while I do my techie know how. You know?”


“Yes. I need you to distract her while I put a bug on her phone.”

“And who do you want me to flirt with?”

She waves her hand absentmindedly, turning slightly back to her computers and the woman’s profile. “Her name’s Elena Vega. She’s the only connection we have to the masked man killing people in the Glades.”

“No offense, Blondie, but I don’t think this is going to work. She’s forty and I’m nineteen. She doesn’t look like a cougar.”

Felicity frowns, but waves the idea away. “No. You’ll be fine. Besides you’re not going there to expressly flirt with her.”

“But you just said-“

“I only need to get close enough to clone her phone. You don’t actually have to flirt with her.” Felicity spins her chair back around to face Roy. His face is scrunched up in a way that reminds her of an adorable cute animal as he tries to figure it out.

“So you want me to flirt with you?” He enunciates each word.

“Yup.” Felicity grabs her jacket and he notices her casual outfit for the first time. “Now, let’s go. I’ve tracked her to the coffee shop on seventh. We have to leave now if we want to catch her.”

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