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*Tease* (Chapter Two)(1000 Follower Fic!)

Welcome back! Thanks so much for all the love on Chapter One, this is so much fun to write!
This Chapter is more of Nat/Tony because them as besties is the CUTEST!!!
I tagged everyone who liked/commented yesterday, sorry if I missed anyone! If you want to be added to the list just let me know!


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“This.” Natasha handed Tony something in a dark red, and something else in pale blue. “Wear this.” She took another sip of her champagne, which was really half the reason she even shopped at this store. A glass of champagne as you browse the lace and silk and satin lingerie in the intimate little shop.

“Um, Nat.” Tony held up the two hangars, raising his eyebrows. “I will admit to being new to this whole, lingerie thing? But baby girl there’s literally nothing here.”

“Nonsense.” Natasha pushed her hair off her shoulder and grinned a little wickedly. “This is the top.” she slid her fingers through the lace. “And this is the bottom.”

“No.” Tony shook his head. “This is a string.”

“It’s a thong, Tony.”

“It’s a string, Natasha!” Tony retorted and she giggled–legitimately giggled at him.

“Tony. Just– okay, you obviously can’t try on the bottom, but please just try on the top. I think the red will be so pretty on you and Bucky wears red all the damn time. And that pale blue will make Steve’s perfectly shaped head explode.” She giggled again, tipping her glass up to empty it and taking the mostly full glass from Tony’s hand. “I’ll take this. You go try things on.”

“Okay. So red for Bucky, blue for Steve. So what do I wear if I want them both drooling over me at the same time?”

“Ah.” Tasha rifled through the lingerie rack in front of them. “This.” She held up something black and skimpy with a triumphant smile.

“I don’t even know what that is.” Tony said, his eyes a little wide and Natasha sighed.

“So you know when I wear those little dresses you boys all like so much?”

“Oh my god, like the leopard one you wore at my birthday?” Tony groaned a little. “Nat that killed me. Killed me. I’m dating two super soldiers, and I would still just–” he cleared his throat awkwardly. “Anyway. Leopard dress.”

“It’s alright, Tony.” She winked. “I wear those dresses for a reason. And I wear stockings under all those dresses, remember?”

“No.” Tony shook his head. “No, honey, my eyes stop moving when they land on that ass of yours.” He took the champagne from her and drank it quickly. “Explain this little…this little thing. Keep going.”

“Alright, well I always wear stockings. And this—” she held up the little black item. “is holding my stockings up.”

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Beast imagine

Imagine: getting sick and Beast looking after you

Originally posted by claracivry

I don’t own the Gif, credits to owner 

This ended up longer then expected, sorry! And sorry if it sucks 


“I told you-”

“Don’t you dare finish that senten- Achoo!” Warn Y/N, only to end up sneezing. Adam, with an unimpressed look, continue on with what he was saying. “As I was going to say, I told you that playing outside in the snow was a bad idea”. Adam says this as he offers a handkerchief to Y/N. As Y/N blow their nose, Adam pulls the banket higher on the his bed sheets. For he offer that Y/N would rest in his bed for the night, which Y/N accepted. 

When Y/N stop blowing their nose to look at Adam, who is sitting on a chair next to the bed, they grumble as they cross their arms in front of their chest: “Yeah, well. It’s your fault that I’m sick!”. 

“My fault? How on earth is it my fault?!” Ask Adam, confuse and slightly angry.

“For starts, if you didn’t drop that huge pile of snow onto of me. Then maybe I won’t get sick, mmm?” 

“We were having a snow ball fight! Isn’t that the whole point of a snow ball fight? To hit your opponent with snow?”

“Yeah, hit your opponent with snow! Not drowned them with sno- sno- Achoo!” 

Adam shakes his head at Y/N’s comment. Annoyances and angry completely wash away by Y/N’s weak attempt to argue. Which is an adorable amusing slight for Adam because he finds himself fighting away a grin that threaten to show on his face.

Adam get’s up to gently push Y/N on their back so that they may rest. “I think it’s time for you to get some rest.” Said Adam as they bring the blanket up to Y/N chin. 

“Yeah yeah. Alright. But don’t think this lets you off the hook, Princey!”Y/N said as they grab Adam’s hand. 

“Princey?” Ask Adam, confuse about the nickname he randomly receive. “Right. Goodnight Y/N” Adam said. Only to receive no answer. Adam looks down to see that Y/N has already fall asleep. Adam chuckle at the slight and lean down to give Y/N a forehead kiss. 

As Adam gets up to walk out of the room. He feels a grip tighten on his hand. Adam looks down to see Y/N is still holding onto his hand. Adam blush slightly, though it wasn’t noticeable because of his fur, at the physical contact. Adam tries to pull his hand free, only for the grip to tighten. Knowing the only way to free himself would involve waking up Y/N. Adam sigh in defeat and slowly, get into the bed next to Y/N. 

As Adam gets underneath the bed sheets. Y/N turns over and cuddle up against Adam who is a little shock from the gesture but returns the gesture. Both of them fall asleep, dreaming of the enjoyable moments that happen earlier the day, with a found smile on their faces. 


“Oh, how the tables have turn” said Y/N as they bring the blanket higher. 

“Oh. S-shut up!-Achoo!” complain Adam, trying to sound intimidating only to sneeze instead. Y/N laughs at Adam’s fail attend to scare them.   

“Relax, Adam. I’m just teasing” reply Y/N as they smile happily at Adam. “Well, it’s good to see your feeling better…Better enough to give me your illness.” Adam grumble as he gets comfort in bed. 

“Yes, it’s a good thing I’m feeling better. Better enough to look after you, Princey~” Y/N said as they wink at Adam. 

‘Thank god for having fur’ Thought Adam. For if he was a human in that moment, Y/N would be able to see him blushing. 

Twelfth Night | Alfie Solomons

Request: @tenebris-animam Can you please write an imagine where the reader is an independent woman who wants a job at the bakery, so she dresses as a man and no one finds out except Alfie? If you don’t vibe with the prompt I understand :)

Notes: gosh it’s been awhile… shaking off some dust with this one… 

During the war, you’d worked for a munitions factory and become one of the Canaries. The name came as such due to the yellow staining of your skin from the chemical compounds that you had to handle. It was dangerous work but you felt of use, you were doing something toward the effort. You’d always been ambitious and despite the low wage, the high risk, it felt good to finally put your hands to something. You’d never had any interest in settling down and being a good wife, as your mother used to put it.

You’d always thought there was more for you than that.

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To Build a Home (3/3)

He throws the note into the sea and she waits until she stops in a house that was once home. 

Rating: M

Part One: Here.  | Part Two: Here

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It happens like this:

Nemo does indeed find a seller of kraken blood and Killian did have enough gold hidden in various compartments on his person to purchase it. Legally. Sort of.

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How to Fix a Magic Flu

This is for the Anon who asked for the fluffy fic with Clark yesterday, I mis-read the prompt and wrote this instead, but I’m also working on the actual prompt lol. Basically, everyone enjoy some sick Clark and adorable Jon with a special guest appearance by Damian. 

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The sneeze shook the apartment in something like a small earthquake that both made Jon dash to save his mom’s favorite china and feel like he was in one of those old movies his parents liked to watch. Except that he wasn’t protecting his mom’s dishes from a natural disaster, but more of an unnatural one.

“Dad.” he whined.

From his parents room he heard a sniffled, “Sorry.”

He reset a teacup, stared at it like that would root it in it’s spot the next time his dad sneezed, before sighing and moving the whole set to the center of the kitchen table. Then he went back to the mug of tea he’d been brewing and pulled the bag out, leaving it in the sink to carry carefully into his dad.

“Hope this helps.” Jon said, handing the mug over.

His dad cupped the mug in both his hands, and breathed in the steam. “Me too. I didn’t hear any shattering, did you save Mom’s stuff?”  

Jon nodded. “Nothing but a few cushions tumbled off the couch.” he kicked his foot behind him and tried to look anywhere but his sick dad.

Most people already knew this, or suspected it, but Superman didn’t get sick. Neither did Clark Kent, no matter how many times he used it as an excuse. Jon sometimes caught colds, but they’d become rarer as his powers had developed. His dad was not developing powers, and had no reason to be ill, he hadn’t even been close to Kryptonite in a long time. So this, sneezing, coughing, and nose blowing was making Jon feel all kinds of upset, but mostly helpless and he was pretty sure feeling helpless was his least favorite thing to do.

“I’ll be fine.” Clark gave him a wobbly smile, so unlike his usual confident one.

“You’re not supposed to get sick.” Jon said, turning his toes in the carpet.

His dad looked like he was going to say something but then his nose scrunched up again and Jon was already running for the next thing that might easily fall when his dad sneezed again. The neighbors were going to think all kinds of strange things about them, either that or be surprised at the random tremors running through the building.

When he returned his dad was blowing his nose into a tissue, at a much quieter level than the sneezes were. He balled it up and tossed it into the trash can across the room that was almost half full with used ones already.

“I hate magic.” Clark sighed, and picked the mug back up.

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Negan imagines - The Blame Part 7

Originally posted by justnegan

A/N: Well, Negan killed me in this episode. Of course I had to change some things due to my last chapter and I changed some parts (mainly the ending) of my last chapter so you might wanna go reread it before this. In the meantime enjoy…

Catch up here (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)(Part 4)(Part 5)(Part 6)

Overall Summary: You’re the one who accidentally led the Saviours to the group cause Negan has an interest in you. Rick’s daughter.

In this chapter: It’s Grimes family visit day, Carl spends time with Negan while you try to get things back in order at Alexandria but something pops up.

Pairing: Negan x reader, Father!Rick x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 4,100…Oops…

Warnings: Explicit language, Negan being Negan, mentions of sexual acts, sexual tension, Negan being an asshole

It wasn’t long until you returned to Alexandria. Carl, your Dad and the community was on your mind the entire ride home. Negan hadn’t even told you when his next drop in was. How long did you have?

You peered up at the gates and inhaled deeply. You felt your jeans vibrate as your Dad’s voice appeared.

“(Y/n)? Michonne?”

“Dad?” You pulled out your radio and answered.

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AHS Imagine - Hotel Cortez Part 2.


Part 1

Your mother always assured you that one day you would fall in love, she would say that there was something that brought people together,

“It’s like a puzzle piece my darling, one piece fits with its match…that’s how our hearts work, and that’s what love is”

As a child, you would sneak from your mother’s sight and head towards the streets, sitting on an empty bench and watched couples as they passed you.

Having what mother said minted in your mind, you watched, observing if in fact they were their missing piece. At times you would sit there confused, alerted by pairs arguing, and even separating. You ran home, tears staining your cheeks as you darted into your mother’s embrace. You told her what you saw, and your mother simply lifted your chin with her finger, and gave you a warm smile,

“Darling, its all part of the puzzle game, when couples fight it only means their pieces simply do not fit, and now they can find their match. Don’t be sad, you will encounter people who aren’t for you, and its okay”

As you grew, you began to realize what your mother spoke about. Your first boyfriend, your second, your third, all ended abhorrently. The hope of love at all was slim, you began to think you were the piece that fit nowhere.

Your mother’s wisdom vanished after your father left, but you would always be the one to tell her he wasn’t her piece…and sympathetically, she would agree.


“Darling?”  The call was curious.

“Yes mommy?” You replied, placing down the doll you had just finished grooming. Your mother, ill to the face, propped herself up with her elbows, giving you the same smile she gave you yesterday.

“Could you let mommy rest for a bit darling?” Her voice was weak and attributed her outer appearance…she was weak. No, she was heartbroken.

“Sure…” You got up and tugged your brother along with you, ignoring his whines of irritation you managed to get him out of the hotel room.

“Stop whining! Let mom rest! C’mon lets play hide and go seek” you offered, and your brother, stubborn to the core, finally obliged.

You knew what your mother was doing, hooked on the drugs that stopped her from mourning your father’s absence, it was killing her. 

You and your brother ran down the empty hallways, deciding on which one to play in. Almost inaudibly you heard Ms. Evers complaining to herself, which meant Mr. March was close by.

“Hush up!” You said, yanking your brother back from turning into the corner the voices came from.

“What’s your problem!?” Your brother asked, ripping your grip from his shoulders. You leaned forward and covered his mouth.

“Mr. March” You whispered, placing your finger on your lips. Your brother backed up to the wall as much as he could once he heard Mr. March’s voice leave one of the rooms.

“Clean this up! You know those kids like to play in my halls, as delectable as it is to do this during the light of day we must be cautious.” Mr. March lowered his voice and sighed,

“Off you go” He dismissed Ms. Evers before indulging himself in one of his hums.

“Quick, he’s coming!” You whispered, slapping the glasses off your brother’s face, and threw them down the hall.

“Hey! Gimme-“

“Ah, why am I not surprised to see you two in my halls?” He spoke from behind you,

“Mr. March! I was just helping my brother find his glasses” You replied with a nervous giggle, nudging your brother.

“Yeah…they practically leaped off my nose,” He added, with venom clear in his response.

Mr. March walked past you both and picked up your brothers glasses,

“Well, you wouldn’t want to lose these would you?” He handed your brother his glasses and flashed him a grin.

“Thanks sir,” Your brother mumbled, examining for any damage before sliding them back on with his index finger.

Mr. March nodded and lead himself down the hall, not before he tipped his hat and gave you both a wink.

“Stay out of trouble you two…especially you Y/N, and a little tip,” He paused, leaning forward on his cane.

“There’s no point in lying to me, I hear everything…even if you’re whispering” He whispered, and pushed himself off his cane. You stayed speechless, watching Mr. March casually walk deeper into the hall.

“He’s so weird” Your brother commented, and ran down the now empty hall.

“He’s different.” You corrected to yourself, following your brother… thinking nothing more of it.


Your heart pulsed in your ears as you stepped into the hotel lobby. It was only a few days back when you reunited with James. Your visit to your mothers was longing and agonizing, with the thought of what James said constantly reappearing.

“Look who’s back?” Liz said from behind the receptions desk, she leaned against the wooden desk and smirked.

“Coming for round 2?”

You made your way to where Liz stood and gently placed your bags down.

“Same room?” You asked, flashing her a smile,

“Anything for you, dear” She winked as she handed you the key.

You were back in the familiar halls; turning corners with your strong strides.

“James?!” You shouted, quickening your pace,

“James Patrick March!” You called again, your calls were indisputable with animosity and filled with unease. Your time spent at your mothers was mainly research, of the Hotel and of James.

“I know who you really are,” You said, stopping in your tracks,

“Your name is James Patrick March. You were born October 30th, 1895. You’re a Scorpio, which explains a lot. You’re the greatest serial killer who’s ever lived…” You paused,

“…So this site says,” You added quietly.

“And why do you seem so indisposed by it? Do you not believe what that little screen has to say about me?”

You promptly turned and faced his chest, you had to lift your chin in order to meet his gaze.

“Hello my dear” He said, gently holding your hand,

“Have you considered my offer?”

You snatched your hand from his and slipped it into your pockets.

“My, didn’t we have a conversation about hands being in pockets?” He questioned, shaking his head in disapproval,

“Not very lady like if I may add”

“You’re a murder” Your statement left as a whisper,

“I consider the deed as art, I’m an artist really,” He corrected,

“No, you’re a killer, an executioner, a torturer!” By now you could only imagine what Liz was hearing from your small rant.

“And you thought you could hide that from me?”

James stayed silent.

“Why?” James grew impatient; he stood with his head hung low and his jaw audibly cracking.

“Why would you do that-“

“BECAUSE!” he lifted his head, interrupting irritably.

“I like what I do, I find it normal, the feeling is miraculous, electrifying.” He spoke with such love for what he did, it sickened you.

“But you know what I don’t find normal?” He stepped closer, looking more delirious with every step.


“How the feeling can be the best thing and rapidly turn to the worst. Love is what makes people rabid, delusional…its what breaks people apart and that’s what terrifies me” His solid voice began to soften,

“What I feel, it’s not normal.” He sighed,

You want to know what scares the infamous James March?” his voice quickly rose again, as he inched closer to you.

“Out of all the things darling, it could have been rats, spiders or even the dark… but what burns the pit in my stomach are the feelings I have towards you”

James stopped in front of you, placing his hand gently on your cheek. He leaned in; his hot breath hit your skin. James scanned your eyes,

“It terrifies me,” His shaken voice whispered.

“What have you done to me, young Y/N?”

You stayed silent.

“Do you believe in soul mates, Y/N?” He asked, keeping his hand on your cheek.  

“I believe that everyone is a puzzle piece, and their goal in life is to find their fitting piece” You responded,  

“That’s quite the conspiracy, darling.”

“But do you believe that two people are destined for each other?”

You thought back to all the things your mother had told you, that there was someone for everyone. She would always tell you to take every opportunity life handed to you, because you never know how it could end.


James tilted his head and admired your eyes, before gently locking his lips with yours…something you never thought he was capable of. The kiss showed no desperation or lust, it showed love and compassion, which made you melt in his hold.

“I love you”

The phrase was often used in a lower context, and nothing comparable to what the phrase was meant for.

People use it to express gratitude, or to express friendship. The way James said it was using its full definition— an intense feeling of deep affection—he meant it through every syllable that left his lips.

“You may not believe me now, but let me show you,” he said, resting his forehead on yours.

“Lets start with a drink?” The sentence came out more like a question, but nonetheless you obliged.

The silence as you both walked down the hall was nowhere near uncomfortable or awkward…it was pleasant. Just from the smallest serene moment, you knew his puzzle piece fit next to yours, without ease. And you were finally happy.



How was it? i wrote this while sick IM SORRY.

*Not my gif*

Burnt Into Ashes (OCs, sickfic, part 3)

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3

By the time Elliott got to the restaurant, Liam was waiting for him with an unbridled glare. Elliott half expected a slap in the face when Liam strode toward him - it had never happened before, even during their worst fights heading into the breakup, but Elliott wouldn’t have put it past him.

“You’re late, Chapman,” Liam snapped, though Elliott thought he saw a flicker of…something in his face. It might have been sympathy, but it disappeared so quickly that he could just as easily have imagined it. “What do you have to say for yourself, then?”

Elliott opened his mouth to reply, to tell him he was sick, he shouldn’t even be here to begin with when he wasn’t scheduled, but he didn’t have a chance to form so much as a syllable before his nose twitched. Liam was the last person he wanted to sneeze around, but he didn’t get a choice in the matter as he hastily twisted to the side.

hh’EHGKTzISSH’u!” Wincing, he emerged from his forearm, trying to blink away the pounding ache that spiked in his temple. His throat burned, and he didn’t trust himself to speak without coughing.

Liam recoiled, and in his haze, Elliott couldn’t tell whether it was out of disgust or…other reasons. “Good lord, keep that to yourself, will you?”

Elliott scowled and cleared his raw throat. He tried to pretend the comment didn’t sting - he supposed he should’ve expected  it. “Tryi’g. You’re the ode called mbe id. How lo’g ab I worki’g, adyway? You ndever said.”

Elliott knew he was pushing his luck, but Liam, for once, did not admonish him for his bristly tone. Instead he seemed to genuinely consider it. “Through the lunch rush, at least, and quite probably through dinner as well. I suppose I did say you could do half, inconvenient as it is…”

“Id–idcodvediedt?” Elliott stammered, incredulous.

“Yes,” Liam said briskly. “We are short today, as I said. So I’ll need you as long as possible.”

Elliott stared, mouth hanging open. He wasn’t sure if it was the fever or the shock of Liam blatantly ignoring how ill he was that was muddling his head, but either way, he didn’t have enough time to sort out his thoughts before Liam spoke again.

“Get to work now, will you?” With that, Liam turned on his heel to wait his own tables, leaving Elliott standing, stunned and shivery, in the lobby. He wished more than anything that he could keep his sweatshirt on while he worked, but alas, he hung it on the hook in the coat room and clocked in before trudging to his section. He was freezing, and it made him cough each time the tremors tore through him.

As he rattled off the specials to the couple at his first table, he kept stumbling over the words, trying not to stammer or sniffle. In the end, he wasn’t sure how much they even heard through the thickness in his voice, and he didn’t care. He had to sneeze so badly that he barely scribbled down their orders and took their menus before he wheeled around and buried his face in his elbow.

hh’GSsSH’mpf! hnh’nKGTZSHh! h-hh-hAH! AEGKJISsSHU!” Trying to hold them back did absolutely nothing but make the last of the triple harsher and wetter. He bit back a groan as he straightened, increasingly aware of how badly his body ached and how much he wished he could just sit down.

“What did I say about keeping that to yourself?”

Elliott jumped, snapping his head up to find Liam in front of him, arms crossed. Elliott didn’t have the will to argue, and his words came out feeble and hoarse. “Told you, I’b tryi’g. Y’kdow I cad’t stop theb like–” Like you can.

Liam’s frown deepened, though he glossed over Elliott’s unfinished reminder as if he hadn’t heard it at all. “Be that as it may, I won’t be losing customers because one of my employees is–disgusting–around the food.” He tripped over the middle of the sentence, and Elliott knew what he’d meant to say. Sneezing. He was sneezing around the food, and Liam still had trouble saying the word in public.

“Either that or spe’d half the day sdeezi’g id the bathroob,” Elliott muttered with a tired sniffle. “A’d you’ve already mbade it clear what you thigk of that.”

Liam appeared to be considering his employee’s predicament, lips pursed in a thin line. He soon made it clear, however, that this was not the case. “Regardless, have some courtesy. You can do as you please later.”

“Rhh-huh’IGHJShihSsH!..right…” Elliott breathed, dissolving into a regrettable bout of coughing. God, he wished Liam weren’t such an arse. He’d give just about anything for a bit of rest and a hot cup of tea. It would at least soothe his throat, which had been destroyed by the single sneeze.

“Did you even bother to take anything this morning?” Liam asked, clipped and irritable. If Elliott hadn’t known better, he might have mistaken it for some sort of abrasive concern. But of course, Liam had to be long over him. It had been months, after all.

Elliott balked at the question. “Nd-doh,” he admitted, sheepishly. “Forgot.”

Liam sighed, exasperated. “Of course you did.” He turned to leave without a hint of sympathy, nor an offer to let him off - as if Elliott expected either. “Just don’t pass out on me, alright?”

Elliott had taken to absently massaging his temple with the heel of his hand, and though he was sure he might fall asleep if he stood still too long, he replied with a mumbled, “Woulded’t dreab of it…”

Despite what he said, Elliott couldn’t shake the bone deep exhaustion that had him dragging through the entirety of lunch. He did his best not to look as miserable as he felt, but if he accomplished even a fraction of the attentiveness he didn’t have, he would have been amazed. Three times he wrote an order down wrong and had to stumble back to the kitchen to exchange it, each time earning him a grumble from Liam and a look of pity from anyone in the vicinity. Twice, he was asked why he was there, and when he offered his reasoning, his co-workers were stunned that even Liam would keep him there looking as awful as he did.

Elliott himself did his best to avoid the mirrors in the bathroom, especially when he ducked in to succumb to another sneezing fit. He didn’t need to make it worse by seeing how terrible he looked with his own eyes. It was enough to read the looks on everyone’s faces, ranging anywhere from poorly concealed disgust to deep concern.

Still, he managed, for the most part, to keep pace with the rush until near the end when a series of dizzy spells overtook him. He was aware by now that his fever had risen, and while he tried to ignore it, it was wearing him out. His shirt stuck to his back and he shivered each time a draft hit him. He was on his way back to a table, bearing a tray of drinks when he caught himself stumbling sideways. He caught himself against the wall, but in the process sacrificed the tray and its contents to the floor with a loud CLANG!

Someone came over and put a hand on his shoulder. “Whoa, hey, are you alright?” It took him a minute to realize it was Gabriel, one of the restaurant’s newer employees - a tall, lanky fellow about Elliott’s age, and kind as anything. Elliott was grateful for the steadying hand as he tried to straighten and regain focus through the fog in his brain.

“Y-yeah, I’b fihh-huh–IGKtZIhSSH!” The sneeze cut him off, and he was immediately bracing himself against the wall again, bent almost double. “Hehh-hh’EHJSsSHISH! hah’AEGHSsChU! hih’yIGHTSsSCHU! h-haehhEIJhSSCHISSH’uh!” Gabriel kept a steady hold on his arm, and if Elliott were honest, it was half the reason he didn’t sink to the floor then and there. He brought his free hand to his face, covering clumsily with the back of his wrist when the sneezes kept coming. “h-hih’IhJSCHISH’U! huh’UHKgTZISSH’h! hah’AEHJSZHISHh! huh’EHGKTzISSHU!

Each one was explosive and had him curling in on himself. He couldn’t take a full breath between, and even if he could, breathing hurt after all the coughing he’d done over the course of the day. He couldn’t even attempt to stop the sneezes, they were so forceful, so insistent, so merciless.

Gabriel’s hand left his shoulder, and for a moment, Elliott was sure he would fall over. He tried to open his eyes to see where his co-worker had gone, but each time, he had to slam them shut again. “hiEHh–EHZhJISsSH’U! huh’UHkGTZSCH! Hh-h-hehh! IDhJzSSCH’u!

Just as Elliott was considering letting himself drop, the hand returned, and this time with another that pressed several paper napkins into Elliott’s own. He hadn’t thought about it until now, so wrapped up was he in remaining on his feet, but he desperately needed them. He crushed them to his face as the fit finally tapered off, blowing his nose in the aftermath. The ordeal left his head spinning, and Gabriel steadied him when he swayed.

“Are you certain you’re okay?” Gabriel asked. “I don’t have a car, but I can call a cab for you.”

Elliott had time neither to answer nor recover before another voice cut in.

“Oi, what’s going on here?” Elliott blinked in an effort to clear away the fuzzy blackness at the edges of his vision and found Liam, gesturing to the pool of drinks on the floor. “What are you two doing? This isn’t the time for tea and cuddles, in case you hadn’t noticed.” He pointed at Gabriel with a sharp jab of his finger. “You - clean that up while I deal with him.”

“But–Liam–” Gabriel started.

“I said take care of it!” Liam barked, and then turned to Elliott without leaving any room for discussion. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, anyway?”

“S..sdeezi’g…” Elliott mumbled. Both his own voice and Liam’s sounded distant in his ears, and he was surprised at how difficult it was to get the one word out. It was like speaking through molasses, like his lips had gone numb and he had forgotten how to make words.

“Well, don’t just stand there,” Liam said, nearly shouting at him. “Your table is waiting, and now you’ve been here for god knows how long chatting with the new boy–”

“Liam, you’re being a bit hard on him,” said someone else, a girl - Alisa. She was always sticking up for Elliott when Liam came down hard on him, and Elliott was especially grateful for it right now. He was starting to zone out of the conversation, only catching snippets of what they were saying. His hearing faded in and out, though he caught a bit where Liam barked at him again to retrieve another tray of drinks.

Elliott willed his legs to move, but they wouldn’t budge. “Liab…” he said, barely a whisper. “I…I ndeed t’ sit d…” He didn’t manage to finish the sentence as the blackness encroached and the scene blurred before him.

“Watch it, he’s–!”

Elliott didn’t get to hear what he was. He was only aware of his body going weak, and then his knees buckled. He didn’t feel himself hit the floor.

[ a/n: alright, this is my last entry for @klangst-week. thanks everybody for all the likes and reblogs! it keeps me writing, and it’s just nice to see people enjoying what i’m putting out! also, the works everyone’s created have just been amazing, so keep it up, y’all! ]

title: impulse control
words: 3,547
prompt: secrets/betrayal
rating/genre: T for language, modern au, college au, angst & hurt/comfort with a tinge of humor
trigger warning(s): mental illness (implied depression and anxiety), depersonalization, mentions of injury (bruises and blood)

extra notes: keith and shiro are adoptive brothers (it’s mentioned very briefly), klance is established

Yes, he works in the most hipster coffee shop within a twenty mile radius of campus. And yes, he loves it. Sure, The Underground sounds more like a sketchy bar you’d find in an alleyway that may or may not host fight clubs every other night, and yeah, it kinda smells like pencil shavings even after he mops the floors three times at opening, but at least it has character. Most people would roll their eyes at the always pretentious shop-goer in their thrift store clothing and knit hats, but Lance can’t help but find them interesting. Not that it surprises anyone.

Lance became famous around campus after only one year of being a— totally amazing, if he may say so himself— residence hall assistant. Almost anyone who lived in Levine Hall found a friend in Lance McClain. Eager to please and even more eager to befriend, it’s no secret that he falls in love with almost every social interaction he can muster up.

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Faking It (Part Five)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: none, maybe like one curse word. 

Series Summary: When a young billionaire who’s a former friend of yours becomes the target for the Avengers, you’re sent on an undercover mission. The mission should be easy; one week on the Upper East Side with Bucky as your “boyfriend.” The only problem? The two of you can’t stand each other.

Note: Sorry for not being able to get this finished and posted yesterday, but better late than never, right?

Originally posted by seb-stanners

Your name: submit What is this?

“Thank God,” you groan once you’re outside of the Palace, free from the party. Unfortunately though, you’re not free from Bucky. 

As much as you would like to go straight home and spend the rest of the day ignoring him along with everyone else, you only got out of brunch early after one of your mom’s friends commented on how ill-fitting Bucky’s clothes are. To save herself from farther embarrassment, you mother pulled you aside to suggest that you and Bucky take off early to do some much needed shopping. For once you didn’t argue about being forced to spend time with each other, just ran out before she could change her mind or anyone else could corner you into a conversation.

Paparazzi called your name, shouting at you to smile, asking who you’re wearing and who you’re with while you wave down a taxi. You ignore them, but you don’t doubt that the candids will be on gossip sites soon. Like Charlie said, you had become a ghost. It’s not every day Manhattan’s favorite troublemaker returns from the dead. Finally a cab pulls over for you and you and Bucky quickly jump into it. 

“Do we really have to go shopping?” Bucky whines, “Can’t we go back to the apartment?” 

“Nope. Trust me, I don’t want to do this any more than you do, but  I’m not getting yelled at because you’re lazy.” You notice something change in his eyes. Where there was originally his usual look of annoyance, there was now a glimmer of mischief. 

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Hello my dears!! I’m sorry the chapter was so delayed! 😢😢
I’m starting on Ravi’s chapter right now, so hopefully you wont have to wait as long.

I hope you enjou this chapter!

And, as always, comments are welcomed and embraced. Or you can just say Hi!

I hope everyone has a lovely week!


There were probably more productive things you could be doing at this moment. However, your brain couldn’t seem to conjure any. The warm cocoon you had buried yourself in consisted of a big, fluffy comforter and the arms of a big, fluffy cat. Well, panther to be exact.

Since Taekwoon was still “resting” and “recouperating” from an “illness”, he wasn’t required to be back at work just yet. You both had spent the entire morning in bed, simply existing with each other. Except for the occassional moment when his hands would wander.

The man behind you stirred and you felt warm lips on your shoulder. A smile found its way to your face and you snuggled against him further.

“Do we have to go anywhere today?” You sighed as his nose nuzzled into your neck and he chuckled.

“Well, no. We can stay here if you want. I would actually prefer that. Although, I promise I will let you go pee this time.”

“Haha, very funny. You know, I’m not sorry about that. I think the end result was favorable.”

“Hmm, you are right about that. That reminds me, I need to call JangPil about your superhuman powers.”

You laughed as he poked your cheek. You didn’t want to say it, but it had honestly scared you. Not knowing what it meant was even worse.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I’m sure its nothing bad.”

You turned until you were flat on your back, Taekwoon half hovering over you. You should have known that he could feel your apprehension.

“I know. But what worries me the most is that it would accidently happen. Like what if I hurt one of you guys just because I don’t know what this is?”

He hooked his finger under your chin and brought your face up until your eyes met his.

“I believe that if that were going to happen, it already would have. It obviously isn’t something that just appeared out of nowhere. You were angry and just reacted.”

“Maybe.” You shrugged.

“I’m sure of it. How about I go fix us something to eat and call JangPil?”

You smiled and nodded but you were still worried. Taekwoon rose from the bed and left for the kitchen, tugging on his clothes as he went. You knew it concerned him as well. Although he hadn’t been able to see you do it, his demeanor indicated that he was worried as well.

Curious about possible answers from JangPil, you trudged into the kitchen in search of Taekwoon. When you made it to the kitchen, he was already on the phone talking with the elder panther hybrid. He saw your approach and motioned for you to come closer.

“Hyung, (y/n) is here now. Can I put you on speakerphone?” JangPil must have agreed because Taekwoon pushed a button on the phone and placed it on the counter.

“(Y/N), dear, will you explain to me exactly what happened?”

You went through the painful process of describing that day, complete with Taekwoon getting stabbed and the green light.

“Hmm, yes, I can see how that would be concerning. Taekwoon, are you healed?”

“Yes, hyung, perfectly fine.”

“Good, good. I know its scary, but I assure you that it is nothing bad. It’s rare, but some bonds between a hybrid and a human can create a higher concentration of power. Think of it as true soulmates. It is controllable but it will take some time. This may be why other hybrids have been after you. They can sense the power coming from you. Even though you both are bonded now, that doesn’t mean the danger is over. (Y/N), you’ll have to practice with the power that you hold inside you now. It can come in handy if a hybrid gets out of control. Its linked to your emotions. So, if you’re angry or scared, it will protect you. If you are in control of your emotions, then you can control the power. Have I explained it well enough?”

Taekwoon looked to you and you nodded.

“Yes hyung, thank you so much.”

“Come and visit soon, (y/n), I can help you.”

“Yes, I will JangPil-ssi.”

“Ooh, JangPil-ssi makes me sound old. How about Oppa?”

You laughed at his suggestion but Taekwoon seemed less than amused.

“I think you might be a little too old for ‘Oppa’, hyung. How about we go with ahjussi?”

“Ahjussi?! Oh, just wait until I get my hands on you boy!” And with that, the call ended.

You were still laughing when Taekwoon turned and narrowed his eyes at you.

“I don’t think it would have hurt to indulge his request. He’s a sweet man.”

“He’s too told for that. You don’t need to be calling anyone 'oppa’.”


“So…what you’re saying is that since I can’t call YOU oppa, then I can’t call anyone that?”

“No! Thats not it!” His cheeks tinged pink and you giggled.


“It isn’t! There isn’t anyone around that you could call oppa anyway. So there just isn’t any need for it. And JangPil hyung is too old for that.”

“What about the managers? Ggomae is older than me.”

His eyes flashed red and you could practically feel the jealousy pulse off his body.


“Why not? Its just a term of endearment. Just like I call YoonJung, Unni.”

“But that’s different.”

“Because he’s a guy?”

He didn’t answer but you knew that was the reason. Taekwoon’s jealousy was a fire that could easily be stoked. Because of his animal instincts, his possessive nature usually went into overdrive. Poor thing couldn’t really help it. You walked up closer to him and slid your arms around his waist.

“Don’t worry, I won’t call anyone oppa. It would only be you anyway if you were older than me. I’m sorry I don’t get to call you that.”

His arms wrapped around you in return and he lowered his head to bury it in your shoulder.

“I know and its fine. I can just call you Noona, then.”

Your eyes popped open. He had never called you that. As the sound of it reached your ears, your heart flip-flopped and sped up. Taekwoon, after hearing the change, leaned back and looked at your blushing face.


“So, what exactly are you cooking? I’m starving!” You tried to pull away but he locked his arms around you.


Just that simple word and you knew there was no going back. He knew now. Your heart had skipped again and he smiled evilly.

“Very curious. I don’t think that’s ever happened when the others call you that. So, I wonder what the difference is?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. There’s no difference. I’m hungry, Taekwoon.” You attempted to whine a bit to see if you could distract him just enough to drop it. When he just stood there, you walked off towards the bedroom muttering about needing your phone.

Once inside your bedroom, you held your hand to your heart to try and calm the storm inside. One half of your brain was concerned about the “higher concentration of power” that you and Taekwoon had created. The other half was trying not to relive those words coming from his lips. You couldn’t quite explain why that particular word was so endearing to you. Perhaps it was because it made you feel needed or wanted in some way. Or that it meant you could take care of them. It never bothered you that Taekwoon had never called you that. He had always called you by name. Now that he had seen your reaction, you worried about how much power he would have over you. Of course, you supposed it was no different from the power you held by using his stage name.

Grabbing your phone you sent out a group text for the rest of the boys, YoonJung, and JiYoon to join you and Taekwoon tonight in your apartment. You wanted to tell them about what JangPil had said and also about JooHyung.

Almost immediately, your phone buzzed with replies. YoonJung promised that she would be over in a few hours. JiYoon and Wonshik were leaving the studio soon. The others were apparently in the dorm, bored to death, and would be over shortly. You walked back towards the kitchen to find Taekwoon.

Walking around the partition you found that he was gone.


A few seconds later, hands latched onto your shoulders. Startled, you let out a short scream and turned quickly. You watched in almost horrifyingly slow-motion as green light sparked out of your hands and hit Taekwoon in the stomach. The short blast knocked him back just a couple of feet but he hit the floor with his face contorted in pain. A full scream erupted from your lips as your legs gave way. You started to crawl over to him but you were afraid to move. You were paralyzed by fear. Fear of what you might accidentally do.

To your relief, Taekwoon sat up and shook his head as if to clear his head. He started to speak but stopped once he saw your face. With a slight wince, he rose to his knees and started towards you. Violently shaking your head, you back away from him. You vaguely heard the code being pressed for the door but you couldn’t take your eyes off of Taekwoon. Hakyeon, Jaehwan, Hongbin, and Hyuk came charging through the door and looked around, panicked. Hakyeon was the first to speak.

“We heard screaming. What happened?”

Taekwoon didn’t answer, he only eased his body towards yours. Panic welled up inside you at the fear of hurting him again.

“S-stay there.”

“Like hell, I will. I’m fine, love, I promise. C'mere.” He started towards you again but you began backing away until your back hit the kitchen cabinets. You heard the door shut and you were both alone once again.

You tried to make a dash for the other end of the kitchen but he caught you around the waist. You wanted to push away from him but you were afraid to touch him. You curled your hands into fists and tried to struggle with your legs.

“Hey, (y/n), c'mon, its okay. I’m not hurt.” His voice was close to your ear but it only made you pull from him even more. He was too close.

After a few moments, he sighed and you almost thought he had given up. Instead, he held you with one arm while the other quickly moved your hair away from your neck. The moment his lips touched your tattoo, your body relaxed. Your mind became fuzzy and content. He pulled you back towards his chest and cradled you there for a moment. Your mind was still telling you to move away from him but your body wouldn’t cooperate now.

“Taekwoon…” You wanted to tell him to release his hold on you but you couldn’t get the words past your lips. Hot tears rolled down your cheeks at a rapid pace.

“Shh, it’s okay, sweetie. I just calmed you down for a bit. Just relax and breath.” He wrapped his arms around you fully, encasing your arms beneath his. “Just listen to me, okay?”

When you finally relaxed in his arms fully, he continued.

“Look, you didn’t hurt me. Its stung a little but it didn’t even hurt nearly as much as when Hyukkie starts throwing me around. It just took me off guard and I stumbled back.” He ran his fingers through your hair as he talked. The feel of his fingers coupled with your current relaxed state, your head lolled onto his chest. Finally, you felt composed enough to talk.

“I-I didn’t mean to do that. I’m not even sure how it works. After I turned to you, I just saw everything in slow motion. I saw you hit the floor. I know it hurt. It had to have hurt. Please……please don’t think bad of me because of it. If you want, I can go and visit JangPil now and stay with him until I figure this out. I don’t know–”

Taekwoon’s hand tilted your head up and his lips crashed down on yours. Your body was so relaxed that you couldn’t even move your limbs. The kiss was short but powerful. He raised his head and you were caught by the intense green in his irises.

“You’re not going anywhere. We can figure this out together. The tattoo on our necks means that we stick together. Got it? Good. And I don’t think bad of you. How could I? I love you so much. I know your scared about this power that you have now but it would take a lot more than what just happened to even phase me. You made me stronger, remember?”

“But what about the others?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Okay? I shouldn’t have scared you like that. Your mind already had too much on it. So, that was all my fault. So let’s just take it one day at a time, okay?” You nodded your head in agreement and he smiled.

You slowly brought your hand up and lifted the hem of his shirt. You needed to see for yourself that he was okay. But, because of your proximity, you were struggling with one side of it.

“You know, if you want my clothes off, you can just ask.”

“Stop joking around. Show me.”

“I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.” His voice turned dark and husky and his lips grazed the shell of your ear. You growled at him and he smiled. You sent a glare his way and spoke again.

“Le-” His hand covered your mouth before you could mutter the rest of his name.

“Okay, okay, geez, I was just playing.” He chuckled and raised the hem of his shirt. You leaned back a bit and inspected every inch of his torso. When you were sure that his skin was injury-free, you lowered his shirt and threw your arms around his waist.

“Did I pass?” You nodded and he circled his arms around your back. He moved slightly as he dug his phone out of his pocket. His arms still hung around your shoulders as he texted everyone about the change in plans and they could come over tomorrow. When he was finished, he rose from the floor and then bent down to pick you up.

“I can walk, Taekwoon, put me down.”

“Yeah, I doubt it. I put a lot of power into that kiss on your tattoo. Your legs are probably useless for a good hour. Besides, I like carrying you around.”

He made it to your bedroom and placed you gently on your side of the bed.

“Now, stay here and I’ll go fix us something to eat. After we’re finished with that, then you can get my clothes off like you wanted earlier.”

You had just enough strength to launch a pillow at his head as he went out the door.

Come Back Down Part 11

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Some smut, nudity, language, unabashed objectification of Jensen

Tagging: (I’m not sure who wanted to just be tagged in Collide or both of my fics. If you’re horribly offended and wish to be taken off message me and I’ll take you off) @perpetualabsurdity, @maileann, @daydreamingintheimpala, @gecko9596, @gemini75eeyore, @jotink78, @dancingalone21, @winchesterprincessbride, @sandlee44, @exploratiionist, @arryn-nyx, @littledarlinhavefaithinme, @tiffanycaruso, @boredoutofmymindstuff, @feelmyroarrrr, @raeganr99, @ruprecht0420, @anokhi07, @letsgetyourdeanon

Y/N was fortunate because she had a walk in shower with plenty of space. Her house was modest, but she’d spared no expense when it came to her bathroom. She was unfortunate because now I was faced with dressing up her cast with a black garbage bag and some cute pink, Hello Kitty duct tape. She’d opted to take off the brace once she was steady in the shower to avoid another garbage bag covered appendage.

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another dimension with(out) you ; 2.5k, g, sana/eva & other stuff

there are so many other ways this could have gone. a series of other universes occurring at the same time as ‘let’s go b*tches’. [there’s no cursing in this, for those trying to avoid that for ramadhan!] ao3

eva flops back against sana’s unmade bed, long copper hair splaying out against the mustard yellow bedspread. “sa-na,” eva whines, emphatically. “you’re a genius. stop already.”

sana looks over from her desk with amusement, and eva meets her gaze upside down, her face painted with an overblown pout. despacito is playing from eva’s phone next to her head, because sana had refused to let her play it through her speakers. eva has the worst taste in music, and when sana tells her so, she replies, i make up for it with my taste in girls, and something warm and lovely curls in the base of sana’s stomach.

“please?” eva tries again, hopefully.

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The Honeymoon--Chapter 11

Rating: T

Summary:  With the Black Fairy defeated and the Final Battle won, Emma and Killian are able to focus on the important things—like their honeymoon.  Thanks to a souvenir from the latest curse, Killian comes up with a way to give Emma the wedding trip of their dreams.

Missed the Beginning? (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) (Chapter 7) (Chapter 8) (Chapter 9) (Chapter 10)

Tagging a few people who may be interested: @sailormew4@annaamell@flslp87@emmateo26@fleurreads@doracianstormrose@mermaidswans@bethacaciakay@ultraluckycatnd@allfangirlallthetime@effulgentcolors,@ilovemesomekillianjones@kat2609@brooke-to-broch@missgymgirl@hellomommanerd@galadriel26@the-lady-of-misthaven@charmingturkeysandwich@jennjenn615@laschatzi@kimmy46@snowbellewells@iamanneenigma@daxx04@lapi-lazuli@nickillian@a-rose-for-a-savior@in-spirational@gillie@manic-pixiefangirl@britishguyslover@ginnyjinxedandhanshotritafirst@nofeels@holmes-a-holic@kmomof4@linda8084@spartanguard


“I’m going to murder that bloody git!” Killian growled, turning in a circle to take in all the mayhem around them.  “I’m going to plant my hook in his diminutive face!”

Emma grimaced.  “I get where you’re coming from.  I kind of want to string the tiny bastard up by his toes for trying to ruin our honeymoon, but I think we need to be strategic about this.”

He shot her a wary look.  “Just what are you suggesting, love?”

“I’m saying,” Emma answered, “that our ‘control Blackbeard’ strategy doesn’t seem to be working.  Maybe we should try a new tactic.”

“Such as?”

“Maybe instead of just putting him in prison, we make him an offer he can’t refuse,” Emma said, looking grim.

“Bloody hell, Swan!” Killian said, “are you seriously suggesting we make a deal with that arsehole?  After all the trouble he’s put us through ever since Neverland?”

“Not a deal, precisely,” Emma answered, “more of an ultimatum.  What if we threaten to leave him somewhere to be rodent food if he doesn’t start cooperating?”

A feral grin lit up Killian’s face.  “Now there’s the cunning pirate lass I married!”

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Through Sickness, You and I

Rating: General

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV

Relationships: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia

Summary: When Noctis gets sick, he gets clingy. When Ignis gets sick, he gets determined.

Day one for @ignoctweek! Prompt: Taking care of each other

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Noct always was a clingy person when he was sick.

Ignis smoothed his hand over Noctis’s hair and tried to check for the fever he knew that he had. He was still warm to touch, but resting his hand on Noct’s cheek was never going to be an accurate way of gauging his temperature. He rarely ran the normal number to begin with, and it was night-time. The fever was going to be higher.

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fratboy!luke (part 4)


a/n: it’s been a while I know and i’m sorry. I’ve been super busy and I was out of town last week so I apologize for the wait. anyways enjoy this next part. feedback is greatly appreciated!

word count: 3,811
requested: yes
warnings: slight violence (fist fight?), mention of blood & vomiting but no great detail

“It’s the perfect situation,” you sighed falling onto your bed. You’d just gotten home from spending the night with Luke. Mae had been making breakfast when you came through the door. The smell of coffee wafted through the dorm room, waking you up.

The entire time you explained the friends with benefits agreement you’d come to with Luke Mae had stayed silent, listening carefully while she buttered her bagel. Once you were finally finished explaining she looked at you suspiciously, “Are you sure? You don’t have any sort of romantic feeling towards him? At all? And he doesn’t feel anything for you?” You scoffed, shaking your head, “No. If he’d felt anything he would have said something. I promise, it’s chill. And I mean, he’s a college frat boy. Having a friends with benefits situation is like the ideal for guys like him.”

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Never Say Goodbye (1/3)

Summary:  They say that True Love can break any curse.  But Emma has always been one to challenge the odds. Determined to save her, Killian is adamant that he’ll find the cure just through the next portal.  But what happens if he can’t?

Rated:  T, for major character death, terminal illness of a type (curse based), dark thoughts/themes, and heartbreak.
(seriously, I’m sorry, please read it - the end is worth it!)

Art credit/link: @swanisms took on the arduous task of not only reading this, but providing artwork.  I will add the link here as soon as it is up.  I can’t wait to see what she came up with!

Beta and cheerleader: @nothingimpossibleonlyimprobable, thanks so much for actually managing to read through this with coherent comments and telling me that while it might break people, it was worth posting!

A/N: Seriously, I’m sorry about this.   It was a rough time and I needed an outlet, and unfortunately, Killian and Emma had to bear the brunt of it.  If you can get through the heartbreak and the angst, I promise the end is worth it.  This story is near and dear to my heart and I will beg for reactions if it’s not too uncouth.  Yell at me, tell me you hated (loved) it, but please let me know that you made it through.

Word count:  ~ 5,200 (15,540 in three parts)

From the beginning: AO3 / FFN

It got to the point, near the end, where the only people who would have been able to recognize her as the Savior were the two with whom she shared True Love.  Even her parents had difficulty seeing past the sunken features and the half-glazed look of pain to the strong woman who had saved them all more than once and loved them all fiercely. Confined as she was to the uncomfortable gurney in Storybrooke’s hospital, there was little left but skin and bones held together by the tenacious will of her son and her pirate.

It was ironic that with all of the magic contained in Storybrooke, the Enchanted Forest, Arendelle, and every other realm known to them that not a single one of the healers, magicians, witches, wizards, or warlocks that the town had dragged into Emma’s hospital room could break through the spell and heal her.  Modern science was not equipped to deal with the level of destruction one magic wielding villain could wreak upon the human body and ages old magic still couldn’t find a way past the curse.

When it first happened, Killian had spent hours upon hours trying any form of kiss he could think of to break the enchantment – much to Emma’s amusement and David’s vexation.  Henry had tried as well, falling all over himself to help every time the pirate asked him to try just one more time.  But the latest villain to darken Storybrooke had done his research well.

True Love’s Kiss, it seemed, simply couldn’t break this curse.

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Abusive Boyfriend (Fluff & Smut) [Requested]

“Damn it, Y/N! This can’t keep happening. Let me get involved! I’ll make him stop.” Bellamy fumes as he applies medicine to a bigger cut on the side of your face. It wasn’t too deep but it hurt like hell and had bled a lot before Bellamy had cleaned it. This wasn’t the first time it had happened.

“N-no. P-please don’t. He’ll-he’ll-” you break off with a sob. Your boyfriend had promised you that if you told anyone then he would hang you like your friend Murphy, but not before making you suffer. And you believed him. He had done it all before.

“Y/N. I won’t let him hurt you. I promise, if you let me get involved I’ll keep you safe. Murphy will keep you safe. Monty will keep you safe. Everyone will keep you safe. Please. I can’t just let you get hurt. You’re my best friend. Please let me help.” You think it through. Your other friends don’t know about your boyfriend, but if they did they would do everything they could to keep you safe. Slowly, you nod.

“O-okay. But you have to promise that everyone else will stay safe too. I don’t want anyone hurt over me. Especially you.” You look him in the eyes and he promises. Then he smiles.

“Don’t worry, Y/N, everything will be okay. Let’s tell the others first, so they know what’s going on.” You nod. “Come on, nerd.” For the first time that night, you smile too. He offers you his hand.

“Okay, dickface.” You take his hand and he leads you out of his tent, and to the the campfire, telling the group [Monty, Jasper, Raven, Clarke, Murphy, Lincoln, Octavia, Lexa, Finn, and Wells (I’m gonna pretend that he’s alive cause I freaking love him.)] to meet you to at the dropship in an hour before taking you back to his tent and reading to you, trying to keep you calm.


In an hour the two of you enter the dropship and see that everyone is already there.

“What’s going on, guys?” Monty asks, concerned with your nervous expression and Bellamy’s mostly-hidden angry one.

“Am I telling them, or are you?” Bellamy turns to look at you.

“Can you do it?” He nods.

“Y/N’s boyfriend is abusive and I plan on stopping that, but I need to make sure she stays safe during and after that.” They all freeze and look at you.

“How long has this been going on?” Murphy asks, his stare fixed on you. Your eyes go to the floor.

“Four months.” Bellamy answers for you.

“Actually, seven. S-seven m-months.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Lexa spits looking mad as hell. You flinch at her tone. And she calms down, apologizing.

“He threatened her. He thought I knew before I did. That was the time she tripped and fell on her knife. Then he threatened us.” You’re weakness. You could handle pain, Murphy wasn’t the only one taken by grounders, but if he hurt your friends you don’t know what you would do.

The group all jump up and hug you, causing you to flinch but then you hug back. Well, the closest person, who just happened to be Bellamy.

“Please tell me we’re kicking his ass.” Murphy looks to Bellamy as everyone lets go of everyone, and the rest of them look at him too, even Wells, who has always been against violence. Bellamy looks at you, the cut on your face. Before looking to the others.

“We’ll make sure he doesn’t do anything like this again. If he does, he’s going down, but for now, let’s not hurt him. Too much.” Murphy smirks before letting it fall off his face. Lexa smiles.

“Too much.” She says.

“I’ll stay with her. Those cuts should still be tended to.” Clarke says.You give her a small smile before remembering what was going on.

“Jasper and I will too.” Monty says.

“Alright, the rest of you, with me.” Bellamy squeezed your hand, which he had grabbed at some point before walking out with the rest of them. You begin to pace, worried about them. They could protect themselves and eachother, right? You begin to pace, thinking about all the possible outcomes. Them getting hurt. You shake your head, muttering to yourself about how that’s a bad thought and how it won’t happen. It can’t happen.

Arms grab you and you scream, taking a swing at the person behind you. “Relax! Relax! It’s just me!” Monty says from behind you, letting of your arms which he had grabbed when you kept hitting him. Your muscles relax and you start to breathe again as his arms wrap around you. “I can’t believe we didn’t notice. I’m so sorry.” Jasper puts his arms around the two of you and Clarke watches, trying to find her med kit.

“Not your fault” you keep your eyes down, and when the three of you break away, Clarke fixes up the cuts, marveling at how good Bellamy’s healing skills were.


You boyfriend stands tied to a tree, a smile on his face. “You’re mad over that little cut? I’ve done so much worse.” Murphy jumps at him then, his fist slamming into his face and his hands on Y/B/N’s (Your Boyfriend’s Name) throat.

“Murphy, stop.” Reluctantly, he listens to Bellamy. Your boyfriend just laughs.

“You listen just like Y/N does. ‘Cept she’s terrified not really obedient. I’ll fix that one day.”

“What have you done to her?” Bellamy says with a deeper voice, holding himself back from killing the bitch of a man in front of him.


“Once I hung her like you did Murphy, cut her down after a bit, someone had heard the pathetic sounds she was making. Told her to tell everyone that she just slept on her pillow wrong if someone noticed.”
Wells and Finn look at eachother, remembering the time she had told them that. Your boyfriend smirks at their expressions, looking at Murphy. “One time I tied her up and burned her with some iron. Then I fucked her raw. Another time I threw rocks at her. One time I stabbed her and then made her tell Clarke she fell. Clumsy bitch.”

They are all fuming now and Lexa and Octavia take one look at eachother before jumping on him, untying him to make it seem fair before beating him senseless. Murphy is in it in seconds and soon there isn’t a bit of Y/B/N skin that isn’t covered in a mark or blood. Finn and Wells pull Murphy and Lexa off with a struggle while Bellamy tries to calm Octavia down. Let’s get back to the others. The group heads to the dropship but Bellamy stays behind.

“You’ve been banished. Come near camp again and I’ll make you choke on your own detached penis. But not before I cut every inch of your body open. Got that?” Your boyfriend nods, absolutely terrified. “Good.” Bellamy walks away until he is positive Y/B/N can’t hear, he breaks into a run sees you in the dropship and pulls you into a bone crushing (more like cuddling, but you get the idea) hug. The others head back to camp shortly after, bidding you goodbye, smiling when you thank and hug them all, and leaving you and Bellamy alone.

“You okay?” You nod, then after he gives you *that* look, you shake your head at a fast pace, bursting into sobs, falling to your knees.

“T-t-Thank y-you.” He slides down easily and holds you tight, not letting go.

“So, what now?” You shrug at his question. “Well, do you have any crushes that aren’t assholes? Cause I can set hook you up.” You do like someone. You smile at his comment through your tears before your brain kicks in. “I’m being serious. You have to like someone. I’ll tell you my crush.” Your head snaps up.

“You have a crush?” He nods, grinning.

“I’ll describe her until you guess. But you have to tell me yours right after.” You nod and he starts. “Well, she has beautiful Y/E/C ( Your Eye Color) eyes, Y/H/L (Your Hair Length) Y/H/C (Your Hair Color) hair and she’s just-she’s perfect.” None of the other girls look like you. He just described you perfectly. You guess otherwise.


“What- no.” He shakes his head with a light chuckle.

“Clarke. Has to be.” He laughed hard at that.

“Definitely not Clarke.” (Suck it Bellarke. Murphamy is life. XD)

“Me?” He doesn’t respond, just tightens his arms grip around you as if trying to make you stay. No fight there.

“Definitely you. Who’s your crush?” He seems nervous.

“Definitely you.” He kisses you then. Holding you tighter as it deepens. You push him down, your lips never leaving his, your tongue slipping into his mouth. Then he’s pulling away, smiling.

“As much as I would like to continue, I think we should close the door.” You blush and get off of him, moving to stand, but he pulls you down. “Let me.” Then he walks over, closes the door and is on you in seconds, kissing you slow but hard. You grind on him, already becoming wet.

Bellamy moans in the kiss and touches the top button on your shirt. “Is this okay?”

“I want this. Please.” He slowly unbuttons your shirt and slips it off. Then you are tugging his off. Then you are both reaching for the others pants and you both pull away and laugh. His hands push your pants off and your hands push off his.

He kisses you again, looking you in the eyes. “I love you. Are you sure you want this? He told us what he did to you. Please don’t let me hurt you. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” You smile at him.

“I want this. I want you. Forever. So stop asking and get us naked so I can show you.” He laughs before reaching back and pulling off your bra, pushing you so that you lay down on your back completely. He doesn’t look at you. At all. His eyes stay on your eyes and don’t leave them for a second. “Are you waiting for permission?”

“Yes.” He blushes.

“You can look. Am I supposed to ask for your permission before I look at you?” He shakes his head with a smile and then glances down.

“Fuck your beautiful. I love you. Forever and always. Fuck.” He rushes out, looking at you again before his hands are on your breasts, his thumbs finding your nipples. You reach for his boxers, pushing at them and one of his hands leave you and take the material off. You don’t look at him. “Are you waiting for permission?”

“Yes.” You smirk. He growls lightly and pushes your panties down. You look at his cock. It was big. A lot bigger than your ex-boyfriend’s. You try and take him in you hand but he pushes your hand away and puts a finger in you, curling it. Then there are two in you and you moan. He starts to thrust them and you throw your head back while Bellamy kisses your chest and every inch of skin that he can reach.

Suddenly, his mouth is on your clit and you scream. He sucks hard and adds another finger, thrusting them harder and faster. “Bellamy! Please, I’m ready!” He sucks hard one more time and takes his fingers out, drawing a moan from you. His hard cock head lines up with your opening and then he’s pushing in slow and waiting for you to adjust when he’s fully in you. Nothing like Y/B/N. “You can move.” You say after a bit. He slowly starts to pull out, pushing back in soon. He keeps going like this for a bit and you share moans with him.

“Faster, B-Bellamy!” You say and he groans low in his throat, picking up the pace and hitting your g-spot, making you scream.

“F-fuck!” You gasp out.

“Good, baby?” You nod. “Say it. Tell me how much you love this.”

“I l-love t-this!” You scream, “I’m g-gonna c-cum!”

“Me t-too, b-baby. So g-good, fuck. So perfect. I love you. Forever and always.” You both cum and he pulls out, cleaning you both up. He holds you close and you smile into his chest.

“I love you.” He kisses your neck lightly and you both fall asleep with smiles.


Character: Gadreel

Anon Prompt: Gadreel spends a sick day with you.

Word Count: 2329 (For the love of Chuck I need to apply some self control!)

Warnings: None,just fluff :P

AN- Gadreel had to be one of my favorite angels <3 Just love him to death! I always appreciate feedback and requests are always open!


            You woke up that morning feeling shitty. This wasn’t a day turned bad, oh no. This was a sick day. The dreaded runny nose and your head so clouded that you could barely remember how to walk. So far your early morning consisted of shoving tissues up your nose, coughing your lungs out and inhabiting yourself on the living room couch, wrapped in an afghan watching Happy Days reruns. You were just playing the tuba with your nose when you hear the sound of rustling wings.

            “Beat it Cas, tell Sam and Dean I am in no mood to look up any lore, not today.” You say sounding like you had swallowed a man’s voice.

            “I am not Castiel.” The voice says dryly. You slowly turn in your nest of blankets and open your eyes wider. Your cold had causing your eyes to water; you strained to see who was standing behind the coach, a leather jacket coming into your watery view.

            “Aeyy Fonz.” You say quietly before laughing between coughs. He tilts his head and knits his eyebrows together.  He obviously never got around to watching Happy Days.

            “No I am afraid not. Are you ill (Y/N)? Why do you have toiletries coming from your nasal cavity?” Gadreel asks examining your current situation.

            “Afraid so Gad, hopefully it’s just a one day thing. You of all people know we got work to do.  And the tissues help with the runny nose thing.” You say turning away from him and taking the tissues from your nose, disposing them in the garbage bin beside the couch. You sniffle and click off the TV, now giving him your full attention. “So, what’s up Gadreel? Something you need?”

            “No, I was just curious about the reason for your absence at the bunker. It was very unlike you not to be there. I just wanted to make sure you were well.” He replies, sticking a smile at the end.

            “That’s sweet of you. Not even Sam and Dean called,not that I blame then with this whole angel thing going on. But I’m quite alright, like I said just a nasty cold.” You say before you’re launched into a coughing fit. “Sorry about that.” You apologize taking a tissue and blowing your nose once more.

            “That is quite alright (Y/N). If I may I’d like to relieve some of the pain? Mind you my powers are not at their full potential, so I cannot heal you fully.” He says softly sitting down beside you.

            “No Gad, you don’t have to do that, if you use your angel juice you won’t have any to zap back to the bunker.”

            “I can recharge in a matter of an hour or two, if you don’t mind if I stay? I can keep you company. I understand humans enjoy it when they’re ailing.” 

            “Of course I don’t mind, you’re my favorite angel you know.” You clamp your mouth shut as soon as the words exit your mouth. Heat starts to rush to your freezing cheeks as you wonder what on earth told your brain that that was a smart thing to say. The comment barely fazes Gadreel though as he smiles and takes your hand.

            “Thank you (Y/N) I enjoy your company also. “ He takes his other hand that isn’t holding yours and places two fingers on your forehead. Your eyes slide shut as the cloudy feeling in your head starts to fade away, like dark clouds retreating from a bright dawn. Your nose ceases all dripping and is good as new. You’re throat remains slightly sore still and you hadn’t gotten rid of the chill that runs through your body, but it doesn’t matter to you. The sore throat and cold you could tolerate, but your nose was driving you insane.  Gadreel takes his fingers from your head and smiles. “How do you feel?” He asks sincerely.

            “Much better, thanks Gadreel.  I have a feeling the rest of the day will be much more bearable.” A chill suddenly runs through you, causing your whole body to shake.

            “You’re cold. Here, lie back.” You scoot to the side of your couch and pull a lever on the side, causing a foot rest to rise in front of you. Gadreel stops halfway from getting up from his spot and watches as it slowly comes up, allowing you to put your feet up and lay back . “Strange.” He says as he takes the blanket that was under him and places it over you. He uses his fingers to tuck you in, and you wiggle your arms out so the blanket only covers from your chest down. He then takes another blanket and carefully drapes It over you. “Is that better?”

            “Yes, much better. You going to join me?” You ask patting the cushion beside you. “ I promise I won’t cough on you.”

            “Do not worry yourself, I am a celestial being, I don’t get sick.” He says taking off his jacket and draping it over the armchair. He then sits down beside you and puts his arm on the back of the couch. You take the remote in your hand and flip to Netflix, scanning through your options. “What’s that?” Gadreel asks directing you to point at a TV show under the ‘Sci-Fi” category.

            “Dollhouse? That’s a TV show from Joss Whedon.” You click on the description and watch his handsome features as he reads the words on the screen “You wanna watch it?”

            “It sounds very interesting.” He states.

            “Well its settled, Dollhouse it is!”


3 episodes later you were sure Gadreel was hooked on Dollhouse. While you enjoyed it too you couldn’t help but notice that a character in the show, Paul Ballard, could have been Gadreels twin brother. You had pointed it out to him halfway through the 2nd episode to which he squinted his eyes and somewhat agreed. You stretch out your legs as the 4th episode starts to load when your stomach lets out an tremendous growl. You groan and start to unwrap yourself from the cocoon Gadreel had rolled you in.

“I’m just about starved, I’m gonna make some soup, you want some?” You ask the angel as he too rises stiffly from the couch. You’d hope he would stay, since you rarely had any time with just the two of you. The business lately was researching with the boys to try and find a way to being down Meta-Dick. You’d enjoyed having the angel around and he was right, it was nice having someone around when you weren’t feeling the greatest.

“I’m not yet fully re-charged, I think I will stay longer (Y/N). While I don’t require nourishment, I will partake in the making of your soup.” Gadreel says following you into the kitchen. You open the cupboard and grab a can of tomato soup, (you had little patience today for actual homemade stuff).

            “Here Gad, read the label, it’s been a while since I’ve made it.” He takes the can from your hand and starts reading the label out aloud as you look for a pot.

            “Our tomatoes are harvested for maximum flavor, no artificial colours or flav-“You take the can from him mid-sentence and turn it direction side up.

“The directions silly, right there.” You smile putting the pot on the stove and grabbing the can opener.

“Empty soup into saucepan and slowly add one can of water, stirring constantly. Heat, stirring often.” He finishes triumphantly having conquered the tiny writing on the metal can label. You laugh and open the can, pouring the soup into the pot.

“Can you hand me the milk Gad?”

“The can stated that water should be used did it not?” He asks opening the fridge and taking out the milk.

“I always use milk, makes the soup more rich, trust me.” You reply taking the carton from him, filling the can and putting the milk into the pot also. You stand and stir the soup as it starts to heat up. Gadreel is seated at your kitchen table fiddling with your phone, letting out irritated grumbles as he taps away at ‘Flappy Bird’ .  “Damnation.” You hear him curse under his breath as you take the spoon from the pot and bring it to your lips “Gadreel, can you come taste this to make sure it’s tastes okay, this colds screwing with my taste buds.” He gets up from the table and stands behind you, peering over your shoulder at the orange liquid bubbling in the pot. You take the spoon back up and cup your hand under it, careful not to spill any on the floor. Gadreel slurps the soup noisily from the spoon and smacks his lips. A smile spreads across his face as he nods.

“It’s very good (Y/N). I’m sure it’s finished. Would you mind if I joined you?”

“Of course I don’t mind, just grab yourself a bowl from the cupboard and I’ll pour you some!”


You scoop the last bit of soup into your spoon as you finish your soup. Clinking the spoon into the now empty bowl and letting out a contented sigh. You laugh as Gadreel brings the bowl from his mouth after slurping the last of his soup and crackers into his mouth.

“(Y/N), I don’t think in all of my time I have ever tasted anything so delicious.” He says in amazement placing his bowl on the tabletop.

“You know, there are lots of other foods out there that are a million times better than soup, Gad. I now make it my personal mission to have you try as many foods as possible while you’re around!”

“Thank you very much. Though I rarely indulge in it, I don’t quite understand how Dean can tolerate eating hamburgers and French fries all of the time.”

“I’m with you on that, you get a little tired of burgers, fries and pie after a while.” You take your bowl and reach for Gadreel’s before he picks it up himself, smiling and following you to the dishwasher as you open it and place the dirty dishes inside. You close it and turn it on as the machine whirs to life.

“I believe I am at enough power to return to the bunker (Y/N). I should return in case Dean and Sam are worried about my whereabouts.” Gadreel says as you both return to the living room. You reach for his jacket on the chair and hand it to him, muffling a cough in the crook of your opposite arm.

“Yeah, yeah of course. Listen thanks for staying with me, and clearing up some of this cold. It mean a lot to me. You tell the boys I said hey alright? I’m gonna get some shut eye and if I feel better I’ll pop over to the bunker later.” You yawn. Your body suddenly convulses as a shiver runs down your spine. You rub your arms in an attempt to warm yourself. It pained you in a way to see him go. You knew you’d see him tomorrow at the bunker, but not the way you saw him today.

“You are still cold. Here take this. It’s very warm, and I don’t require it. Body heat isn’t a problem for me.” Gadreel steps behind you and slips your arms into his jacket sleeves, pulling it on you. It’s much too long and the sleeves hang way past your wrists, but he’s right, you’re instantly warmed by the leather jacket and you inhale his scent from it. “I wish there was more I could do.”

You feel tears start to prick at your eyes. It had been a long time since someone had been so kind to you. Sam and Dean were great guys yes; they were like brothers to you. But Gadreel made you feel like he genuinely cared for you, with all the little things he did. He notices your eyes become glassy and cups your cheeks confused.

“What is it (Y/N)? Have I upset you? It is not because I failed to heal you fully, is it?”

“No! Of course not. You did a great thing by taking away some of my illness. I’m not upset, I promise.” You laugh as you feel a stray tear escape and cascade down your cheek.

“Then why do you weep?” He asks taking the pad of his thumb and wiping it away. He sits down on the couch pulling you with him, laying your head on his shoulder.

“Because I’m happy. You make me feel so happy Gad. You’re so kind and compassionate. I know it sounds stupid but when I’m around you I feel safe, more safe then I’ve felt in a long, long time. You may think the little things aren’t enough, like eating soup with me and watching TV, but those are the things I cherish most.” You choke out half laughing at how foolish you think you sound, though with the sore throat it feels like your swallowing knives.

“You do not sound foolish (Y/N).” He says reading your mind. “In fact, I too feel a certain emotion when I am with you. One I have never felt before”

“What’s that?”

“Love.” Gadreel says. Your eyes dart to his and he presses your forehead to his, your lips just millimetres apart. But you don’t kiss, you just take in each others breath. Each others being. You make the first move and press yours lips to him in a tender kiss. You hear him sigh contently, as if he had been waiting ages for this to happen. When you separate he leans back on the couch, pulling you closer to him. You can feel his steady heartbeat through his t-shirt as you place your hand on his chest.

“Sleep (Y/N). I will watch over you.” He places a kiss to your head. You yawn and let his heartbeat lull you to sleep. Just before sleep over comes you, you head his smooth voice whisper