Prompt: Maybe one where bill got into a fight in the club and you take care of his wounds
Warning: slightlg minor rape attempt if you squint
You huffed frustratedly as you looked at the two dresses in the mirror. Bill decided to have some fun and take you out to the local club to dance. You weren’t much into drinking or dancing but it was a night with Bill so you didn’t mind.
However the one part was that you couldn’t pick out the two dresses you were holding up. One was tight fitting and black with two crossing straps that showed off your cleavage as it went around the neck and the other was a beautiful shimmering mini dress that reminded you of an ocean had slits up the side.
You held the black one up to your body and examined yourself before doing the same with the other dress. You continuously switched between both but you couldn’t tell which one you should wear.
This was your first time going out to a club too—and you were 26.
Bill came in wearing black pants with a white graphic shirt and black blazer looking young yet elegant as always.
“You aren’t dressed yet?” He teased.
“I’m stuck between these two dresses.” You said revealing them to Bill.
He stepped closer and looked at them carefully before deciding, “I like the shimmery one. It matches your beautiful personality well.”
Bill pinched your chin and you blushed before leaving his grasp taking your dress into the bathroom. You fumbled with the zipper for a little bit but eventually you got the dress on.
You noticed it had a low scoop top in the front to reveal some of your cleavage and dipped down way low in the back. The sleeves went down to just above your elbow and you slipped on black converses and styled your hair into a braid style.
You put very light makeup on since you didn’t like to wear a lot of that gunk and stepped out to Bill who was sitting on the bed on his phone. When he heard the door squeak open though he turned to look and his jaw dropped.
You looked so beautiful to him, almost as beautiful as the first time he had talked to you. You walked towards him and Bill noticed that when you walked in the light the dress seemed to move like an ocean.
“Do I look okay?” You asked twirling around clumsily since you weren’t exactly a ballerina, much less graceful, but that’s what Bill loved about you.
“Bill?” You asked noticing him staring.
You tugged down at the bottom of the dress self consciously and Bill didn’t close his mouth until he nearly started drooling. He played it off by coughing once into his fist and wiping the drool off of his face with his blazer sleeve.
“Is it bad?” You asked softly.
“N-No not at all. In fact the complete opposite really.” Bill replied definitely eyeing the cut outs showing even more skin.
He reached out and pulled you towards him wrapping his arms around your hips. You blushed as he nuzzled against your stomach.
“Bill! I’m not pregnant!”
“I just love you so much.” He replied before standing up to kiss you tasting your vanilla flavored lip gloss.
“Now c'mon let’s go.” The man said taking your hand and leading you away.
“Let me grab my coat first!”
You arrived to the club and you couldn’t help but shift nervously. This was your first time ever going to a club. As soon as your feet stepped onto the cement you could feel the heavy beat coming from inside already.
Neon lights decorated the sides of the building showing off alcoholic drinks and the clubs name Neon Moon, which was the most highly exclusive club.
“Bill you got us into Neon Moon?” You asked your eyes wide.
“I may have pulled a few strings and got us in.” He replied.
“Thank you so much!” You said giving him a tight hug.
He smiled and kissed your head, “Your welcome baby. Now c'mon.”
Bill gave his keys to the valet before leading you past the line of people behind a velvet rope. Most of them squealed and fangirled loudly making your ears hurt as the gushed and swooned and screamed at their top of their shrill lungs.
You felt a little undressed noticing them all wearing their thousand dollar jewelry well you had on for jewelry was a black velvet choked and a coiled necklace with a star pendant. You weren’t much into the “bling-bling” since you didn’t want to be one of those high maintenance girls that go every week to get botox injected.
You felt self conscious when you noticed several of them were glaring flaming daggers towards you because you were his girlfriend. Bill distracted you though by taking your hand and helping to hurry you past the line.
At the front was a woman who looked like her daddy was a rich millionaire. She had a real diamond crown and bachelorette sash, enough diamond jewelry to weigh as much as a small sized dog, a short and very, VERY revealing diamond coated dress, fake orange tan, enough makeup to make your eyes water, and long ass fake nails that looked like they could gouge someone’s eyes out without trying.
How was she even able to stand on those 7 inch stilettos covered in, of course, diamonds. Bill payed no attention to her and walked up to the the burly guard who looked like he only ate raw steaks and protein shakes daily.
Just standing right outside the door you could feel the thudding even more. You could literally feel the music cause the bones in your feet to rumble with the heavy beat. The bodyguard nodded without Bill or you needing to say anything and unclipped the red velvet rope in front of the door.
Bill waved to his fangirls which caused them to squeal and shriek one last time before he lead you in. You walked down a short hallway before arriving to the actual club. As soon as you entered there was a metal railing in front with two curved stair cases on both sides around it.
Around the sides of the upper floor was tables lit with fluorescent lanterns for people who wanted to dine more than dance. If you went down the stairs you could arrive to the dance floor that was was full of people.
There was a bar on the left and a dj booth up front where a well known dj was playing the sick beats. You awed as you walked over to the railing looking at all the people. Bill grinned and took your hand from the railing leading you down into the dance floor.
Bill quickly joined in dancing and you looked around timidly before dancing along. Gradually you got into it and were laughing as you danced with Bill who was smiling because you were having fun.
You especially looked beautiful under the black lighting so the ocean dress looked more planet or a galaxy themed. Eventually Bill lead you over to the bar and you held your breath noticing the bar tender was smoking.
It was already hot and hard to breath as is but the choking smell of the burning cigarette made you want to run outside to at least get a gasp of air.
“How can I help you?” He yelled over the music blowing cigarette smoke in your direction which you waved away not caring if it was a rude gesture.
“I’ll have a shot of whiskey and the lady would like a Pineapple Sunrise.” Bill said.
He knew you too well. The bartender nodded and walked away allowing you to breath.
“You okay?” Bill asked over the music.
You nodded well pressing your hand to your chest, “Yeah just the cigarette smoke…”
“I understand.” He replied nodding.
The bartender returned with your drinks and you thanked him before taking a sip. You didn’t drink alcohol often so when you did you liked to get ones with barely any or else you’d be on the floor rolling around and giggling like last time.
After you finished your drinks you went back into the dance floor a little buzzed. Well you were dancing you noticed a man at the bar who kept staring at you. Judging by his expensive looking suit was a millionaire who came here often.
“Hey I’m gonna go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” Bill announced before walking off.
You nodded and joined in with a group of older woman who were loud and clearly intoxicated but clearly they did like you. You danced with them for a bit until you felt a hand grab your arm.
You quickly turned around expecting Bill only to see it was the man who’d been eyeing you for the past 15 minutes. You had to admit he was kind of handsome but not as handsome as Bill.
You felt sick noticing him seemingly trace your curves taking in your smooth legs and especially taking interest in how short your dress was. You tried to tug arm away but his grip was tight and he only squeezed harder.
“Let go!” You snapped finally ripping your arm away.
“Sorry baby, but you look mighty fine.” He commented running his hand down your neck.
You slapped him hard enough to cause a few people in the crowd to stare. He chuckled and only grinned, “I like the feisty ones.”
You squeaked as he suddenly pulled you to his chest and you could smell alcohol radiating off of him like week old trash. You gagged and tried to get away but he only grabbed your hand you were shoving his shoulder with and sloppily danced around like he was at a ballroom.
“Let me go!” You struggled before eventually kneeing him straight in the nuts.
“Ow! I love you.” He commented.
You looked around frantically for Bill or at least a bouncer but you couldn’t find anyone. He grinned and you slapped his hands away trying to walk off only for him to pull you back towards him.
“Get away from me you fucking pervert!” You spat.
You noticed Bill coming out of the restroom and frantically called for him which equally just as quickly got his attention. He saw you and noticed the man trying to pull you to his chest.
He stormed over and quickly shouted, “Hey dude what the hell do you think your doing?!”
The millionaire snorted at Bill and replied, “What do you think I’m doing? She’s a might fine bitch.”
You raised your fist about to punch him but Bill stopped you, “C'mon let’s go.”
“Your just gonna leave? Huh? Pussy!”
Bill continued to walk on with you until the man attacked and grabbed Bill by the shoulder before landing a heavy blow to his face. The crowd dispersed and you took a couple steps back yourself nearly tripping over your own feet.
The man grinned feeling victorious but Bill was from Sweden. He revealed his bruised cheek and bloody nose to the crowd before attacking the man as well making them awe as if this was from a movie.
You watched concerned as they fought mostly Bill just trying to protect himself. Eventually the man pushed Bill onto the bar and began to repeatedly punch him in the face. You knew you couldn’t be a bystander anymore.
“GET OFF OF HIM!” You screamed running over and ripped the man off of Bill throwing him onto the floor.
“Bill are you okay?” You asked concerned cupping his face.
His nose was definitely broken and his face was swollen and bruised in some places.
“Yeah I’m fine.” He grunted.
Before you could speak again the drunk man attacked you this time grabbing you by your hair and yanking you away from him and punched you in the face feeling the force itself. Despite how much pain you were feeling you stomped on his foot making him cry out and let you go.
He slapped you and you fell to the floor your cheek bleeding from his ring scratching against it. Bouncers finally arrived just as the man was about to attack you again and tackled him to the ground before man handling him outside.
You stumbled over to Bill and saw he was standing up just fine despite his face being covered in blood and bruises.
“You okay?” You asked again.
He nodded, “Yeah I just think we should head home now.”
“You might wanna wash off though.”
You lead Bill to the women’s bathroom and with a wet paper towel gently helped him clean all the blood off. His nose was thankfully not broken—at least not enough to notice but he did have a few noticeable scratches and bruises on his face.
“Do I still look handsome?” He asked.
“Even if your face gets smashed in you’ll still always be handsome.” You replied kissing his bruised cheek.
He chuckled softly you continued to wipe off the blood knowing when you went home you needed to clean his wounds more throughly.
You had driven the way home since you were sure Bill had a minor concussion and was very obviously in no condition to drive. You had just gotten a minor cut and a bloody nose with a bruised cheek but otherwise you were perfectly fine.
Not so much the same for Bill.
You had to lead him to the bathroom pulling out your first aid kit to address his wounds. You hummed as you carefully dabbed a cotton ball with disinfectant on a small cut on his cheek.
He hissed lightly and squinted but otherwise was mostly quiet which clearly concerned you. When you were bandaging his knuckles you finally asked, “Why are you so quiet?”
“What are you talking about?” Bill asked.
“You’ve been quiet for so long it’s concerning. Do you feel bad for leaving me?”
The man shifted and you could tell you had hit the nail on the head.
“You feel guilty for leaving me?” You repeated.
“Yeah…” He sighed.
After finishing bandaging his knuckles you gently kissed each one making him smile softly, “Why do you feel like your to blame?
"Because when I walked away that predator attacked and…ya know. I lost.”
“Trust me Bill you didn’t lose. Cuz you still got the girl.” You said kissing him on the lips.
He smiled and pulled you onto his lap making you giggle, “That is true.”
He leaned in for another kiss and you accepted. He reached for the back of your dress and you slapped his hands away, “Careful cowboy your already going to be feeling it in the morning.”
“Taking you out the club and seeing you dirty dancing in a sexy dress was so worth it though.”
“(Name) do we have anymore Advil?”
“Told ya you were going to feel your pain in the morning.”
“I didn’t think it’d hurt this bad!”
“Well it does and because you left me now you get to experience the karma.”
“What karma? I saved you.”
“You lost the fight. Well, partially lost.”
“I did it because I love you.”
“Don’t worry baby I love you too~ but we ain’t going out to another club for a while.”
Epilogue: Yaaaaaay I’m done with this request! I know I say this about all my requests but I like this one. I like all of them I’m sorry I can’t pick just one to like XD! Thanx for reading! :D!
go off you racist apologist, continue. IT IS a bindi
Me:*calls out all the racist bullshit the show tries to get away with. calls out clarke and octavia’s storyline for the white savior complex they have going on. calls out all the skairat’s gross colonization aspects. does all of this repeatedly*
Me:*will not prescribe to the lesbophobic demonization narrative that the blarkes have made up to hate on the strong lesbian character*
Them when the WOC doesn’t agree with them:“You racist apologist!”
> no “shrimp”. it’s prawn. PRAWN.
> what in the blue blazes _______? (wtf ___?)
> yeah nah (it means no)
> nah yeah (it means yes)
> bloody oath (it means “i wholeheartedly agree”)
> spewin’! (it’s a bit hard to explain but basically if something bad happens and you’re upset about it you’re “spewin’”. eg. “crows beat port last night!” “aw mate, spewin!”
> drongo (a stupid person)
> c*** (friend, i.e. “how’re ya goin’, ***?”)
> also lots of australians call people “mate” if the person is being a dickhead. it’s a passive-aggressive way of getting your displeasure across while still seeming within social standards. BEWARE OF VOICE TONE as we also call our actual mates, “mates”
These Bruises Make For Better Conversation (Harry Hook)
Harry has been hurt by his dad and she is just there for him…and the reader is radcliffe from pocahontas daughter thnx
17. “Hold me. Just for a bit, okay? I just… I need someone to hold me.”
Harry x Radcliffe’s daughter
Warning: Talk of Abuse & Alcoholism
You watch in horror as Harry removed his white hole sleeveless hoodie from his torso, revealing his well-toned chest stained in red bruises. “Harry,” you breath out, unable to help yourself, knowing that he’s embarrassed enough as it is that he’s showing his weakness. He turned away from you to throw his hands on the dresser, taking shallow breaths to calm himself.
You slid off the mattress on the floor, your bare feet touching the wooden floor as you move toward him, cautiously placing your hands on his back to test the waters. A sniffle echoed throughout the room and you immediately wrapped your arms around his bare torso, your cheek pressed against his warm back as he allows himself to break down.
He’d taken you with him back to his father’s house to get a few things that he needed from his childhood bedroom when his father had come home. His father had become a drunk since being placed on the Isle of the Lost and after many beatings and awful moments with his father, Harry moved onto Uma’s boat with her.
You’d never met the Infamous Captain Hook, but you knew the feeling of having an abusive father, dawning your own cuts and bruises at his hands. Being the daughter of Radcliffe, Hook didn’t see eye to eye with your father and the sight of you in his home, hand in hand with his son, Hook lost his mind on Harry.
“What are you doing with this daft girl, Harold?” his father asked, throwing an empty bottle at the wall behind you as he tried to look for his hook.
“Leave her alone,” Harry mumbled as he grabbed one last thing off the counter and pulled you behind him hastily toward the door when Hook stopped you with his good hand. “Don’t touch her,” Harry growled, pushing his father’s hand away from you. “Go back to the ship, Y/N,” Harry told you and pushed you out the door. “I need to talk to my father.”
You looked up at him and shook your head, “I’m not leaving you,” you whispered and he pushed you toward the door just as his father lunged at you.
He’d come home an hour later, bruised and broken, a state that you’d both been in on a few various occasions. “Oh Harry, I’m never letting you go back there again,” tears formed in your eyes as you held the broken pirate who was double your size. “I love you too much to let you get hurt again, I swear, I’ll kill him. He’ll be dead by morning if I can just get my hands on him-,” Harry turned around in your arms, black tears streaming down his cheeks from his leftover eyeliner. His lips found yours, a harsh and angry kiss.
He grasped your hips, surely giving you bruises as you hissed and grasped his hair, combing your fingers through his sweaty locks. His hips jerked against yours and he got all of his frustration through your lips. He turned you around and pushed you against the dresser. After a few minutes, Harry pulls back, attempting to catch his breath. Your lips are pink and swollen, worried eyes staring back at him. He presses a gentle kiss to your lips and nudges your nose. “Well, is there anything else I can do to make you feel better?” you asked, pulling teasingly at the waistband of his pants.
“Hold me. Just for a bit, okay? I just… I need someone to hold me,” his tone is vulnerable and you pull Harry toward the bed, letting him be the little spoon and curl up in your arms. “I’m so grateful for you. You’re the best thing on this Isle.”
You pepper kisses on the back of his neck and on his shoulder blades, soothing him to sleep with various lullabies that you say to yourself when you were younger to calm yourself down from being hurt by your father. Soon, he was lightly snoring, fast asleep.
I blink at him, trying my best to
appear as drunk as I was before all of this happened, knowing my drunk self
will handle this better. I become more careless, almost sociopathic, in my
child like drunk state, only caring for very few things like Jihyo. I give him
my best-drunken grin, not unnerved by the murder I just witnessed, more focused
on making sure he doesn’t notice Jihyo.
“Hi,” I hiccup.
“That isn’t the reaction I was
expecting.” He chuckles to himself as he stands and takes the few steps needed
to reach me. He crouches down to my level, our faces only inches a part. “What
are you doing out here little one?” He asks me in a surprisingly sweet voice,
his hand stroking my cheek. I’m surprised when I don’t flinch away from his touch;
instead my drunken self fully takes over.
In child like drunkenness I slur,
“There was a scary loud noise and people scattered and I ran out here.”
“You mean this loud noise,” He
pulls a gun out from behind him and fires it blindly in the air, prompting me
to cover my ears that are already ringing.
“Hyung, what the hell?” A deep
voice snaps. Kitty, a name that seems to fit the man with a mischievous smile
perfectly, just glares at the voice but tucks the gun back in his pants.
“You better watch out little one,
this is a dangerous place for a little kitten like you.” I giggle at his words
as he uses my nickname for him. His brow rises at the sound of my laugh; his
smile slowly shifts to something more warm and genuine, “What is so funny?”
“You’re kitty!” I say drunkly. From
the way my instincts seem to shut down around him, regardless of the fact that
I just watched him kill someone, I feel as if I can relax around him. I’m
really hoping it’s not from the tequila.
“Me?” The man scoffs. I nod making
him laugh, “Fine, but what am I supposed to call you?”
“Who the hell are you talking to?”
The same deep voice asks, much closer this time. Another man appears, the
tallest one, and looks from Kitty to me surprised.
“Give me a few more minutes Kris,”
Kitty glares at the sharp featured man.
“Omo, you have friends! I’m so
sorry!” I slur, bowing my head, “Please go a head, I’m sorry for taking your
“What the hell is wrong with her?”
The new man chuckles.
I glare at him, “Ya! Nothing is
wrong with me, I’m just kind of drunk!”
Both men laugh, the new comer asks,
“What was your poison tonight sweetheart?”
Grinning big I yell, “Tequila!”
“And how many shots did you have?”
I pause for minute, deep in drunken
thought, trying my best to at least think of a guess, using all of my fingers,
“You won’t remember a thing
tomorrow hopefully, it would be a shame to kill a pretty thing like yourself.”
Kitty grins at me, “But just to be
sure, we should bring her home with us.”
“Hyung, are you sure that’s a good
idea?” The dragon, yea, that seems about right, asks.
For some reason it sounds like a
good idea to me, which makes me suddenly yell, “I wanna go home with Kitty!”
Kitty smirks at the younger man triumphantly.
“You have no idea what you are
getting yourself into Sweetheart,” Dragon says with a sigh but also a small
“I think it’s called a van,” I
tease as Kitty offers me a hand. Both men can’t help but laugh at my drunken
innocence. Kitty wraps his arm around my waist, holding me tightly, whether
it’s to make sure I don’t fall or to make sure I don’t run away, I’m not sure
but his warmth is very much accepted.
“What were you guys doing?” Another
boy asks, this one obviously younger with his round owl like eyes. Him and the
other boys, I’m far to gone to count, stare at me wide eyed as Kitty helps me
into the van and pulls me into his lap while Dragon helps him secure the seat
belt around us both using a strange amount of care that I wouldn’t expect from
“Omo!” I say gleefully as I stare
at the cute boy. He is taken back as I try to reach for him, something that
surprised me as well, but Kitty holds my hands securely in my lap making me
“Calm down little one, you can’t go
being friendly with everyone, it hurts your oppa’s feelings,” Kitty coos in my
ear, a small action that makes every person in the van turn and stare at us.
“But Kitty oppa! I just want to
pinch his cheeks,” I whine as I struggle in his grasp trying and failing
against his strength.
“Why his? Are mine not cute enough
for you?” The older man puffs out his already large cheeks as he releases my
hands, giving me permission to do what I wish. Giggling like a school girl I
place both of my hands on his cheeks that are still pink from the cold.
“What the hell is going on?” The
person in the driver’s seat asks staring back at us. I take my hands away from
Kitty’s face to stare at the classically handsome man then the other man in the
passenger seat who faintly reminds me of a deer.
“We picked up a friend,” Kitty says
simply, not taking his eyes off me.
“She saw but she is pretty drunk so
we’re going to see if she remembers tomorrow,” Dragon explains the rest.
“But what’s with all of that?” The
deer like man asks as he gestures to mine and Kitty’s careless touchiness. Even
his voice sounds pretty. I can’t take my eyes off the beautiful man.
“So pretty,” I mumble. I’m
surprised when he blushes and looks away.
“She isn’t afraid of you,” One from
the back stated a little confused as he leans forward to study me, a dimple on
one of his cheeks appears as he smirks at me. “Are you sure she saw?”
Kitty nods, “I looked over and she
was right there just staring at me. But than she smiled at me as if nothing
“Are you sure this is a good idea?”
The deer boy asks.
I feel both Kitty and Dragon stare
at me with expectant smirks as I pout, “I already said I want to go with
If these boys weren’t surprised
already they sure ass hell are now. Dragon and Kitty die laughing at my non
threatening demand, but through his laugh Kitty is able to say, “You heard the
lady, lets get going, someone else is probably as impatient as her.”
They nod, understanding whatever he
is hinting at that goes right over my head. Kitty rests his hands on my thighs,
palm side up, and holds my hands loosely. He keeps me entertained by playing
that game where he tries to catch my hands in his. Dragon watches us, just as
amused as me by the simple game, he even asks if he can play as long drive
drags on. One of the others in the row of seats behind us asks if he can have a
turn. He has tan skin and bags under his eyes as if he hasn’t slept in years,
giving him a scary appearance but when no red flags pop up in my head I smile
and agree, thinking he reminds me of a panda.
When we arrive at our destination
I’m surprised to see a massive mansion out the window. Kitty helps me out of
the car and up the marble steps to the front door. Inside, he doesn’t hesitate
to scoop me up and carry me up the grand staircase in the entryway. I don’t pay
much attention to where we are going, only really paying attention when I’m
placed on a king sized bed and Kitty stares down at me with his head cocked to
“If I leave you alone will you be
good and change?” Kitty asks.
He nibbles on his lip for a minute
before wandering to a walk in closet and coming back with a pair of shorts and
an over sized T-shirt. He hands them to before giving me a warning look,
“Behave little one, you have two minutes to change.” Again I nod; he leaves the
room without another word. I peel off my top easier than I expected and soon my
skirt followed, I fold them nicely and put them on the nightstand. I dig my
phone out from my bra quickly type a message to Hoseok telling him where I left
Jihyo, hoping she is okay but figuring her situation is better than mine at the
moment. Not knowing what to do with my phone I turn it off and hide it in a
secret pocket of my skirt. After pulling on Kitty’s clothes I sit back down on
the bed, not sure how much time I have left.
“Are you dressed Sweetheart?”
Dragon’s voice calls from the other side of the door.
“Yes Dragon oppa,” I say as I kick
my feet that are hanging in the air. There’s a chuckle as the door opens
reveling a dragon, a panda, and a kitty, all still dressed in their suits.
Dragon smirks at me with his brow raised.
“Dragon?” He asks.
I nod, “And he is Panda oppa.”
“What makes you so sure I’m an
oppa?” Panda asks as he comes to the edge of the bed.
“I’m 17, I’m still a junior in high
“Wow, I guess I am an oppa. When is
“So we still have a while till you
turn 18, what a shame,” Kitty smiles down at me.
“She has Sehun beat.” Panda
“Aw Sweetheart, you’re still just a
baby,” Dragon coos at me as he strokes my head.
Our conversation is cut short when
one of the boys from the car, an elf like one, with a deep voice that
contrasted with his cute features, comes in. He looks at all of us and gives me
a small smile before looking to the boys he came to see.
In a serious tone he says, “Suho
hyung needs your help down stairs.”
All three men frown, but Dragon
speaks first, “All of us?”
Elf shakes his head, “Just Xiumin
hyung, since this really is his field of expertise.”
“Can’t Kris do it? I’m busy,”
Kitty, well actually Xiumin I guess, snaps back. I do my best to block out
their names, knowing that remembering them won’t help me at all.
“Don’t worry Hyung, we will take
good care of her,” Dragon grins.
Kitty glares up at the younger man,
“You do anything bad to her I will bring you down to the dungeon.” The coldness
in his voice sends a shiver down not just mine, but all of our spines. Dragon
gulps and nods, fully understanding the older man’s threat. Kitty turns to me,
the coldness gone from his eyes, “I’ll be back in a little bit, little one, be
good. These two are going to stay with you till I come back, okay?”
“You tell me if they do anything
bad, I’ll make sure they get punished if they do,” He glances at the two men as
he says the last few words.
Again I nod.
He smirks at me as he leans
forward, his mouth close enough to my ear I feel his hot breathe, “If anyone here
is going to do anything to you, it’s me.”
A blush spreads across my face
making him grin big. He places a kiss on my forehead before stepping back to
give one last glare to his youngers before following Elf out of the room. I
look up at the two men who are now just staring back at me, both having a
“Could I get a glass of water?” I
Dragon nods as he disappears into
the attached bathroom. Panda seems to figure out whatever he was thinking about
and comes to sit down next to me on the bed.
“What is your name?” He asks me.
“Who is Jooyoung?” Dragon asks as
he comes back in the room with a tall glass of water in his hand. He gives it
to me and watches as I drink ¼ of it right away.
“What a pretty name, for a pretty
girl,” An unfamiliar voice purrs from the doorway. The three of us look to see
an attractive tan man with large lips smirking at me. Behind him is a paler man
that is about the same height with a major bitch face going on.
“I’d scram if I were you, if Xiumin
hyung finds you up here you’re going to be joining our guest in the dungeon,”
Panda warns, scooting a little closer to me while Dragon sits on my other side.
The tan man just laughs as he comes into the room, bitch face isn’t far behind,
keeping his eyes on me. I stare at them, their faces seeming very familiar the
more I stare at them.
“He’s busy at the moment, and it’s
only fair we get to see who happens to have the privilege of being welcomed to
our home. Not many girls have had the honor, even less have lived to tell the
tale.” The man teases as he comes closer, only a yard away now. Through my fog
I feel the alarms in my head go off at the man’s closeness. I latch on to
Dragon’s arm as I try to hide behind him, wanting the tan man to go away. They
are all surprised by my actions, but Dragon, Panda, and bitch face kind of
“Wow,” Bitch face whistles, “She
watched Hyung kill someone, got in a car with strange men but Kai hyung’s
creepy flirting is what scares her.”
“Is there a party going on in
here?” More people appear in the doorway.
“I thought you were helping Suho
and Xiumin?” Dragon asks as Elf comes in with three boys trailing behind hm.
Elf grimaces, “I was going to but
Xiumin hyung got scary down there, he seems very determined to get back up here
and fast as possible.” His eyes flash to me and he cocks his head cutely. “I
believe that is because of that little cutie right there.”
I can’t help but stare at the tall
elf, mesmerized by his cute features. To his left is a puppy like man and on
the right is a dinosaur. Peeking out behind their wall is the owl boy from
before. Forgetting about the tan man for a minute I hop off the bed and rush
past the five men separating us. Once I reached him the surprised man I place
both hands on his cheeks and coo.
“Omo! So cute!”
Laughter echoes through the room as
all the men are on the floor dying of laughter, all except for the owl man who
is just staring at me with those wide eyes. When he doesn’t push me away or
anything I wrap my arms around and hug him tight, surprised to find his body
muscular and not squishy like I was hoping.
I whine when I’m being pulled away
by someone, looking over my shoulder I find Dragon with his arm wrapped
securely around my waist.
“Why does she like him so much?”
Panda pouts, “Why don’t you react like that when you see me?” He continues to
whine when Dragon places me back on the bed in between them, keeping a firm
hold on my waist so I can’t run again.
“At least she didn’t try to hide
when she saw you,” Tan snaps back, actually kind of annoyed after see my happy
reaction to Owl.
“You set off the alarms.” I
I press my finger to my temple,
“The alarms in my head, they go off when I see someone I should avoid.”
“What about for me?” Dragon asks,
interest written all over his face. In fact everyone has seem to come closer to
hear my response.
I shake my head, “Just him.”
“But you saw Hyung kill someone in
cold blood, you’re alarm seems to be broken, you should be afraid of all of
us.” Bitch face scoffs.
“I’m not really sober enough to
explain this, but I’ll try my best. I think the way it works is that the alarm
only goes off when I should be concerned for my own safety.” They all nod,
somehow understanding me through my drunken slurs. The puppy looking boy comes
forward with his head cocked to the side as he stares at me.
“You are an interesting little
girl,” He smiles softly at me.
“I’m not that little.”
“You are a baby,” Dragon teases me.
“I’m older than what’s his face!” I
snap back, earning a laugh Panda.
“Who’s what’s his face?” Puppy
“Sehun,” Panda explains though his
Bitch face’s eyes go wide, “She’s
older then me?”
“What about me?” Tan guy asks.
“You beat her by a few days.”
Tan guy grins again, “So you can
call me oppa.”
I shake my head, “You still set off
the alarms, try again later.”
“Wow, someone that can resist Kai’s
charms, she’s a keeper.” Dino laughs, his voice reminds me of sweet honey.
“Why are all of you in here?” A
dangerous voice calls from the doorway. The standing boys split like the red
sea and Dragon and Panda are off the bed, away from me. Standing there is a
very unhappy Kitty with the handsome man from before. Kitty is no longer
wearing his suit; in fact he isn’t wearing a shirt at all, just his nice dress
slacks. I catch sight of his nicely chiseled abs that sets my blood on fire making
me blush and cover my eyes in embarrassment.
“Hyung,” Dragon says, “Put a shirt
on, you’re making the poor thing blush.”
I hear Kitty grumble under his
breath as he shuffles around, a minute passes before my hands are pulled away
from my face and I open my eyes to come face to face with a smiling Kitty. I
jump back surprised, but thankful he is wearing a t-shirt now.
“Sorry little one, I didn’t mean to
scare you,” The older man coos as he affectionately strokes my head. He stands
up and turns to our audience, I’m guessing his expression isn’t very friendly
by the way the others take an obvious step back. “Now that I did my job can you
all scram? I think she is ready to go to bed.” Without another word the group
of boys scramble threw the door, Dragon being the last one out, closes it
behind him, leaving Kitty and I by ourselves. He lets out a sigh as he turns
back to me, a soft smile on his face. “As much as I would love to play with you
right now, I’m actually exhausted so we can save that for later. But something
you need to understand little one, you are not allowed to leave this room
without me, got it? We don’t want you running off.”
He flips off the lights and we’re
in complete darkness. I feel concerned for my mental health when I don’t feel
at all worried about the fact that I’m about to sleep next to some strange man
that has made multiple passes at me and that I’ve seen kill a man in cold
blood. But when he gets on the bed and pulls me into a tight hold I feel
nothing but comfort and warmth.
Impossible eh, Emma is attracted to her dashing neighbor but he is completely disinterested. lol as if.
Bless! I’ve actually had an incomplete fic like this prompt sitting in a dusty folder for the best part of two years so I decided to go back and revisit it lol. i hope this is to your liking, I decided to role reverse a little and have Killian be the closed off one and Emma the one pursuing of sorts. It’s also 2am now and i’m knackered so there is a chance of some serious mistakes lol. Apologies!
Emma needed to let it go. Ever since she’d moved into apartment C she’d become infatuated with Mr Jones next door. Her first encounter had been when he’d almost tripped over the two large boxes marked ‘Henry’s stuff’ she’d left in the hall eight months ago. She’d run out to scoot them out of the way and babbled off sincere apologies in the most friendliest way she could. But he hadn’t spoke, just nodded at her stiffly before disappearing behind the door marked with a simple D.
Since then she’d passed him multiple times, always offered him a simple smile or a ‘hey’ yet the man had never once spoken back. He simply gave her a nod with no warmth to it, barely acknowledged her at all.
Now Emma wasn’t naive. She’d met her fair share of rude people and knew how to spot an asshole. While many would have put Mr Jones into that category, she knew better. He wasn’t an arrogant man, although she could admit he was certainly an attractive guy, he wasn’t egotistical, nor was he harsh or dismissive.
No, Emma recognised that the man had walls.
Sky high walls that towered above him, wrapped in barbed wire and probably encased in steel. She should know, she’d had them herself.
That’s what baffled her the most about her obsession with her neighbour. Emma had never been one to start conversations or make friends. She’d always been closed off, defensive, alone… that was until she’d met the lovely Mary Margaret and David. They’d swooped in and changed Emma and Henry’s lives for the better and shown her that there were still good people in the world. And for some unfathomable reason, she felt the urge to do the same for him.
Emma had only managed to figure out three things about the mystery man she shared a balcony with.
Firstly, he was British. While he’d never spoken to her, he had no problem offering a response to her son. The split balcony was safe enough for her four year old to play on without fear of him slipping through bars or climbing off thanks to the modernised structure of the thing, which meant she could cook dinner while he played peacefully, only having to keep one eye on the glass door rather than two. Henry had been babbling away and it had taken a moment to realise that he was actually talking to someone when her ears had picked up a few low rumbles in return.
Good morning my loves and Happy Saturday! I hope today brings fun memories and good laughs and of course, good fanfiction. I have so many requests at the moment and until I get them all done, I’m going to close requests. If you send one in, I won’t answer till I get the rest of these finished. It’s not that I don’t want to do it (I love getting your guys’ requests actually, they make my days interesting), I just don’t want to make you wait forever. I’ll make a post about when I open for requests again! Check out my other imagines and my just finished series featuring Bucky, “Battered and Bruised”! I love you all so much, and have a wonderful day. xoxo
Young!avenger x Peter Parker?
Description: Peter takes you on a tour of New York as a date and shows you all his favorite places. At the end of the night, he shows you the best view of the city in the most unconventional way.
“What do you mean by you’ve never been to New York?” Peter was gaping at you. “You mean to tell me that you’ve been living here, but you haven’t actually visited the city?” He was waving his arms around as he talked.
You laughed at his reaction and gave him an awkward smile. It was true, you had been living in Stark Tower for the past seven months, but never got around to actually going to the city.
“Well, I don’t get much time off, you know, saving humanity from aliens and crazy people.” You were trying to make up a viable excuse for why. Peter just kept staring at you his mouth hanging wide open. “What?” You started shifting your eyes around the room, having no idea what to do.
“Babe, I know what we’re going to do today.” Peter gave you a goofy grin and ran down the hall, leaving you standing alone in the living room.
“Oh lord, what’s he going to do?” You groaned to yourself. You shook your head, but smiled. He was such a dork. A dork that you had lots of feelings for. You loved him, but you had never said it to him, fearing that he wouldn’t feel the same.
Seven months ago, Tony had asked you to move from the Avenger Tower in D.C. to Stark Tower to go undercover. Your job was to go to Peter’s high school and keep an eye on him for Tony. He was worried that Peter would start getting into trouble, and your job was to keep him out of it. Before you knew it, you were falling hard for him. Tony feared that you would, but allowed you to do so because you were like his daughter, and he loved you like one. All he wanted was to see you happy. So, just two months into your mission, and after spending a lot time together, along with a couple dates, you two became official. And once you started dating him, you realized you had to tell him what your original intentions were.
When you told him, he wasn’t upset. He just kissed you and whispered to you, “My girlfriend is a freaking Avenger.”
An hour later, he cam running in. “F/N! Come on, you’re coming with me.” You were laying on the couch, closing your eyes when he started pulling you off of it.
“Where are we going?” You were giggling and stumbling to follow him. “Peter, I’m serious.” (No, you weren’t.) “Where the heck are you taking me?” You had this marveled look on you face, amazed that he could get you off the couch without becoming overly grumpy.
“You’ll see. Come on.” He looked so adorable as he pulled you along down the stairs and out the door. Once you stepped outside, the quiet of the tower completely disappeared. You were left with the sound of cars, and honking, and people’s pointless conversations. He turned around to face you.
“Ta da! I’m taking you to see the city.” He began to fumble with him hands and look towards the ground. “Since you haven’t been before, and since we haven’t been able to go on a date in a while, I decided that I could show you around.” He looked up at you with those innocent eyes that always made your heart skip a beat.
“Aw, that’s so sweet, Peter.” You face turned a slightly shade of pink darker. You thought he was so cute when he got all nervous. A smile came upon your lips and you hooked your arm in his. “So, where to first?”
He looked up at you with hopeful eyes and smiled. He looked like a little kid on Christmas morning. You loved making him happy, he made you feel almost like a normal teenager who had an almost normal life. To be frank, you never had a normal life to begin with. You were born with ability to go invisible, and your parents abandoned you at the age of three after they scared you and they suddenly couldn’t see you. They were afraid of you, so they left. You fended for yourself till about two years ago when the Avengers discovered you and your ability, hoping you would join them. You gladly accepted the offer and you realized that you had a family again. They loved you like a younger sibling, but Tony loved you like you were his own daughter. Obviously, being an Avenger and living with them wasn’t normal for anybody, but neither was having spider-like senses.
You two spent the afternoon walking through New York City, checking out all the places Peter loved. He took you to his favorite pizza place for lunch, and then you two took a stroll around Central Park. You stopped at the lake and watched the ducks swim by.
“This is really nice, Peter. Thank you.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly.
He put his arms around you and placed a kiss on your forehead. “It’s my pleasure, babe. But, the day isn’t over yet.” He wrapped one of his arms around your waist and you two started walking back towards the street. He took you around street corner after street corner, pointing out places that he wanted to take you in the future, and telling you the fondest memories he had there. After about an hour of walking, he stopped you in front of a brick stoned building.
“Where are we?” You were looking for a sign. There was none. You squinted your eyes, trying to figure out what was inside, but it was lowly lit.
“You’ll see.” He was smirking at you as he took your hand and pulled you inside. Once you were through the door and you finally saw what it was, your eyes went wide and your jaw dropped to the floor. Inside the unsuspecting building was bookshelves stacked to the ceiling with books.
“No. Way.” You were amazed. You dropped his hand and started walking up and down the aisles, mesmerized. You let your fingers graze across the spines, reading every title. They had classics, new books, well loved books, and all your favorite ones too. Peter watched you in adoration. He knew you would like this place. It was the oldest book store in New York, and he knew how much you liked to read. Once you looked through just about every single book in there, you walked up to him with the biggest smile on your face.
“You’re amazing, did you know that? Oh my god, I could spend hours in here. I have to come back another day to read here.” You were beginning to ramble and Peter just shook his head, one corner of his mouth pulling up into a smirk.
“F/N, you’ve already spent two hours just looking at all the books. I’m going to have to bring you back here, so you can spend the entire day here.” He pulled you into a hug. “There’s still one more thing I have to show you before I take you back to the tower. Come on.” You looked up at him with eyes that were filled with love. He leaned down and kissed you, filling your stomach with butterflies. He pulled you out of the bookstore and the sky that was once bright and sunny was now beginning to grow blue. Had you really been in there that long?
“F/N, hold on tight.” He wrapped his left arm tightly around you.
“Wait, wh-” You cut yourself off with a slight scream. Suddenly, you were swinging in the air, swooping from building to building. Your arms were gripping him, very, very tightly. Once the initial shock faded away, you were smiling at Peter as he slowly took you higher and higher off the ground. The cold wind was whipping your hair back, giving you this rush of adrenaline. Peter shot a web at a building, swinging you both up in the air. The next one hit a spire of a different building across the street and he swung around it, you secure in his arm, and making a soft landing on top of the building.
“I give you special view of New York City from the top of the Empire State Building.” He took his free arm and displayed the view to him.
“Oh my god…” The skyline looked beautiful against the sunset and the lights slowly turning on. “…it’s gorgeous.” You shifted yourself in his arms so that you were facing him, bodies pressed against each other.
“Just like you.” Peter’s eyes studied every inch of your face, landing on your E/C eyes that he had fallen in love with. You looked towards the ground, trying to conceal your blush. “F/N.” He tilted your chin up, so that your eyes met his.
“Yes, Peter?” You looked at him with doe eyes, hanging on every single word he had said.
He paused, a small smile coming to his face. “I love you.”
You were stunned. He said it. He said it first. He said that he loved you.
You realized that you were completely silent, seeing that Peter was getting worried. A big smile replaced the shocked look on your face.
“I love you too.” You let out a little laugh and pulled him down to you. Your lips collided, molding perfectly together. The feeling of his lips against yours made your heart swell. You pulled away and rested your head on his chest, watching the sun set behind the horizon.
Peter swung you across the city back to the tower. He nonchalantly landed on the grounded in the middle of the sidewalk in front of Stark Tower.
“I’ll come over tomorrow, okay babe?” He smiled down at you, holding your hand.
“Okay.” You smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek.
“I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I love you too, Peter Parker.” You watched him fade into the crowd and then round a corner. Suddenly, he was swinging around a building. You shook your head and chuckled, walking back into the building.
You were feeling so giddy. You were spinning around down the halls, humming to yourself.
From his office, Tony heard you and peered out of the doorway, watching you as you walked down the hall, humming with a little skip in your step. Before he got caught, he sat back down at his deck and smiled to himself. You were happy, that’s all that mattered to him. He got back to work, and muttered to himself.
“Peter Parker, you better take of my girl.”
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<b>Beca:</b> I hate the fact that you are taller than me.<p/><b>Chloe:</b> well, there's an advantage in it.<p/><b>Beca:</b> which one?<p/><b>Chloe:</b> when I hug you, you can listen to my heart which beats only for you.<p/><b>Beca:</b> aw Chlo, that's so sweet.<p/><b>Chloe:</b> actually, the advantage is that you can feel my boobs in your face.<p/><b>Beca:</b> I prefer that response.<p/><b>Chloe:</b> of course you do.<p/></p>
Request: “Headcannon: Penny loves to put to put his ear on the reader’s heart when she is a sleep and wonders how it would feel like to have a heart ,and how a simple organ that he loves to eat is capable of feeling love in the first place for a monster like him“
Pairing: Pennywise x Reader
Pennywise was currently laying on his side watching you as you slept. It had been a long day for you. You had cheerleading and soccer practice after school each for an hour. Once you came home you ate, did your homework and put your soccer and cheerleading clothes in the laundry. Pennywise could tell you were exhausted.
You asked him how it was possible that you were so tired even though you had gotten your full 9 hours of sleep. Penny replied by saying that you had done a lot of things throughout the day which caused your energy to drain. You believed him and even though you wanted to stay up and talk to him you couldn’t even keep your eyes open.
But Pennywise being the sweet and kind person that he was to you reassured you that you both could talk when you woke up. You agreed and right away when you closed your eyes you fell asleep. Since you were a deep sleeper you didn’t feel Pennywise’s eyes on you as he observed you.
You also didn’t notice his head laying on your chest, listening to your heart beat. Pennywise smiled in awe knowing that the little organ inside you was keeping you alive by pumping blood and oxygen throughout your body.
He also wondered, how does an organ that he loves to eat so much be capable of feeling love for him in the first place? Pennywise was happy to finally be able to hear the sound of a heart beating. He only ever felt it when he ripped it out of a victim’s chest but never once did he pay attention to the sound.
“I don’t know why or how you managed to love someone like me but I’m glad your pretty little heart did. I’m going to protect you and your heart like my life depends on it. I promise.” Pennywise whispered continuing to listen to your heart beat.
Imagine John being absolutely besotted by the genius boy that sits next to him and constantly trying to impress him by learning big words out of his father’s old medical journals
Imagine Sherlock not understanding the blond haired boy’s attentions so he simply stays quiet and nods slowly, ears turning a rosy pink.
Imagine John, being the determined little guy he is scanning every medical book they have for a word that would really impress the curly haired boy, smiling as he finds the perfect word.
Imagine Sherlock pretending to not pay attention but secretly glancing up every time someone enters the room to check if it’s John, and then going completely red when he looks up to find John grinning at him.
Imagine John sitting down and clearing his throat before enunciating clearly, “arrhythmia” then smiling at Sherlock’s confused expression before clarifying that “It means ‘the irregular beating of one’s heart’"
Imagine Sherlock scrunching his brow in thought before solemnly stating with a determined nod, “Then I have arrhythmia.” before looking John in the eyes and blushing “Whenever you sit down I get arrhythmia.”
Imagine John’s eyes widening in surprise before looking questioningly down at Sherlock’s chest as if he could see his heart beating, whispering in an awed voice, “really?”
Imagine Sherlock swallowing and reaching out with a pale thin hand to grab John’s lightly tanned one before placing them over his heart and then looking down at John’s scrunched face, his entire focus on Sherlock’s heart.
Imagine John’s face of surprise when he feels Sherlock’s heartbeat speed up. Head tilting up to look the brunette in the face, eyes widening, before suddenly reaching out with his other hand to grab Sherlock’s loose one as well.
Imagine Sherlock’s face of surprise and the slightest of smiles peeking out as John places his free hand on his heart, eyes widening as he feels the same unsteady heartbeat in the boy sitting across from him.
Imagine the both of them sitting there, each holding the others hand as they listen to their synchronized heartbeats.