Draco “eternal stick up my ass i hate everyone including you” Malfoy is not the person parents want to babysit their kids. He’s rude, blunt, sarcastic and foul. He’s the man who would save a baby from a fire solely because he knows what the parents would say if he didn’t. Draco Malfoy is the man who sets infants in cribs and leaves them to cry themselves to sleep. He never had a happy childhood, so why should they?
Except he’s not.
Draco Malfoy is the man who sings lullabies to a newborn Rose Weasley and rocks her to sleep. He’s the man who gave Teddy Lupin his first broomstick and taught him to fly, but not before teaching him to read and write. He’s the man who stargazes with Hugo and brings him chocolate when he’s feeling down. He’s the man who holds life in his arms and sees it for what it is: an innocent, precious gift. He never had a happy childhood growing up, and he’s going to give them something that he, as the boy who had everything, never had: childhood memories worth remembering.
Draco Malfoy is not the man people think he is, but the reasons behind his reluctance in sharing are unknown.
Harry saw him hold Teddy Lupin in his arms after his trial. They sat in a room waiting for his mother and Andromeda outside. He was awkward at first and the tears came before the smiles. Had Harry Potter not done what he’d done… a chubby hand with fingers the size of his nails non-too-gently patted his cheek after a few tears had fallen, and knowing how annoying children could be when upset, Draco smiled softly and wiped his eyes. One silly face turned into two, and that dark brown tuft of hair turned the exact shade of his white-blonde locks. He screamed, Harry laughed, Teddy cried, the hair was back to brown.
“He does that,” Harry remarked and gently bounced the child back to sleep.
Draco Malfoy went out for coffee with Harry Potter two weeks later. One cup turned into two, one meeting turned into five, one shop turned into a house. Three months later one quick babysitting date turned into one late night stay for his baby cousin. Draco Malfoy kissed Harry Potter that night with one soft infant snore in the background.
He met Victoire Weasley a few months later at the burrow for Christmas Eve Dinner. Molly Weasley’s pumpkin pudding did nothing to ease his nerves and the hard stares of George from across the table. Ginny smiled at the door, and Molly smothered him with hugs and food.
“As thin as Harry, young man… As thin as- Here, have some more potatoes!”
One plate turned into two, and by the end of the night he must’ve gained half his weight from treacle tarts alone.
Bill was strumming a guitar and not wanting to stand in the doorway besides George, Draco left for the kitchen. Three minutes later and a halfhearted argument won, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his hands were scrubbing plates.
“Always do it the muggle way,” she’d said. He couldn’t remember the rest. Near the end Victoire unsteadly crawled into the room. Her hair stuck up on one side of her head and it was clear the child had been sleeping. Sleep lines on her face didnt cover the dried spit all over her chin, and Draco smiled gently as he bent to down to pick her up.
“Miss Victoire,” he’d called her that first time. Laying her horizontal in his left arm, he wiped her chin and rocked her back to sleep. He continued to help clean the room with one hand, and didn’t miss Molly Weasley’s smile.
When Rose came along, Harry was already the favorite babysitter. He and Harry had been living together for quite some time, although it was clear the resident Weasley parents saw Harry as the sole caretaker on work days. They flooed in, asking if ‘Harry could babysit?’/p>
Draco didn’t mind, he never talked much about children. He liked them, but when Harry was blowing raspberries at Teddy on the dining room table, he didn’t take Teddy for himself.
Very few people know him as who he is, Draco and not Draco Lucius Malfoy. He takes pride in his name, but takes more pride in making Dominique smile when she’s pouting and teaching Rose the wand movements for 1st year charms at just 8 years old. He takes pride in his intellect and control, but takes more pride in perfecting his Princess Victoire and Teddy the Dragon voice when reading aloud Teddy’s favorite book.
Nine years later, at Christmas Eve dinner, while Arthur opened the wine bottles, Draco dismissed himself silently and walked upstairs. In the children’s room, Harry was laughing with the kids when he saw Draco standing in the doorway with a smile on his face. He looked back to the kids and stood up. When he told them Draco would read a special story, all protests at Harry’s departure ceased.
When Fluer walked up to kiss her three children goodnight, she had to stop herself from entering the room. Two minutes later, and the rest of her family was beside and behind her, staring into the room. With a high pitched voice, Princess Victoire shouted out from Draco’s lips.
“I may be short, and I may be a princess, but I’m strong! I’ll save my baby sister from that dragon!”
“The baby princess!” Dominique interuppted, and Draco smiled and nodded before turning the page.
When the voice of Teddy the Dragon came out of his mouth, Teddy the Human let out a pitched growl. “I’m gunna eat you!” He shouted and Hugo giggled.
“Hurry Uncle Draco! Ted’s gon eat 'Toire!” Rose added.
It started to make sense, and some adults found themselves laughing along with their kids. Things began to connect, and suddenly it was clear to the Weasley’s. Why their children, and grandchildren, called him “Uncle Draco.“ Why they screamed happily and ran up to hug Harry and Draco during babysitting days. Why Teddy spent half his childhood with white-blonde hair.
Two weeks later after the Hols had ended, Draco got a fire call from Hermione Granger. Almost immediately, he stood up and brushed off his pants.
“Hermione. Hello. Harry’s, uh, upstairs; I can go get him, if you’d-”
“Oh no, it’s fine.” She cut him off, and before Draco could feel the awkwardness creep up his veins, she had already continued on. “Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to babysit…?”
prompt: “i had a nightmare about you and i just wanted to make sure you’re okay” + “hey, i’m with you, okay? always” + “do you want me to leave?” + “i think i’m in love with you and i’m terrified” + “i shouldn’t be in love with you” + “kiss me”
pairing: tony x reader
word count: 2.6k+
warnings: nightmares, 2am confessions of love, purest form of fluff
a/n: i wanna give tony all the love he deserves he’s the purest soul in this world and he needs to be reminded how wonderful he is every hour of the day x
SPOILER: THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IVE EVER WRITTEN
It was just past 2am when Y/N’s eyes shot open, her heart going 120 miles per second in her chest. Her fingers were gripping the bed sheets firmly and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.
She was never one to suffer from nightmares but the dream she had just violently woken up from could surely be on the top ten list of the worst ones she ever had.
She slowly relaxed, staring up at the ceiling, still breathing heavily.
It was okay. It was just a dream. It wasn’t real.
But as she continued to look at the vast expanse of space above her head, barely being able to make out the shape of the chandelier in the pitch black room, she realised that the feeling of dread simply wouldn’t go away and allow her to go back to sleep.
Something felt horribly wrong. It was like that feeling you get right before you get your results after a test you didn’t study for. Except multiplied by twenty.
She reached under her pillow and searched for her phone, squinting at the screen as she attempted to read the time. She knew everyone in the compound was asleep but the idea of staring at the ceiling until morning, feeling this awful sense of doom, wasn’t a good idea.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” She whispered, too quiet for any person to hear.
“Yes, Ms Y/L/N?” The voice sounded through the room and as strange as it was, Y/N was glad this computer system was watching over her and would inform someone if she was in trouble.
“Do you happen to know what Tony is doing?”
“Mr Stark is currently sleeping in his bedroom. Would you like me to wake him up?”
Y/N shook her head. “No, thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.”
“You are more than welcome.”
Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair as she pushed the covers off and sat up. She looked around her room; there was a soft beam of light coming in through the curtains that relaxed her a little but she just felt so damn alone in her room after that nightmare.
She slowly stood up and made her way to the bathroom where she splashed some water on her face and looked at herself in the mirror for a moment.
The horrid feeling just wouldn’t leave her chest. It was as if the world was closing in on her and she couldn’t do anything about it until she knew he was safe.
F.R.I.D.A.Y had told her he was. He was asleep in his room. But computers could crash and even Tony’s tech could break down every once in a while. Knowing this, Y/N also knew she wouldn’t fall back asleep until she saw he was really okay.
So she dried her face with a soft towel and shut the lights out in her bathroom before exiting her room and beginning her descent towards Tony’s quarters.
The walk was long and Y/N’s bare feet were cold as they padded across the white tiles of the hallways. She liked living in the compound but walking through it alone at night felt like wandering the halls of a hospital when everyone else was sleeping. The walls were white, the floors were white, and there were elements of steel and glass everywhere.
It wasn’t surprising; the building acted as a headquarters for one of the biggest businesses in the world and only a small fraction of it consisted of living spaces. It seemed, however, that her bedroom was miles away from where Tony’s quarters were located. She had to take a long hallway, then a set of stairs, then another hallway, and climb another two floors before she reached it. By the time she was standing face to face with his door, the feeling of dread in her chest had grown by a thousand.
She knocked softly and when she didn’t receive a response, she pressed down the handle and gently pushed open the door. Because of how new the building was, the door did not creak and Y/N was beyond thankful. She pushed it open just enough to squeeze her head through and see if Tony was around. Realising he wasn’t, she pushed the door open wider and stepped inside.
The living area of his apartment was lit up by moonlight which seeped in through the giant windows. As F.R.I.D.A.Y. had told her, Tony wasn’t on the sofa, or in the kitchen, and the door leading down to his lab was closed, meaning he wasn’t in there, either. The only place left was his bedroom.
Y/N shut the door behind her quietly and tiptoed towards where she knew his room was located, almost walking into the corner of the glass coffee table.
When she finally reached his room, she noticed the door was ajar, and just like before she stuck her head inside. She scanned the room, quickly realising that from where she was standing she could not see Tony’s bed. So she lightly pushed the door open and to her horror, the hinges creaked as if they were fifty years old. Y/N cursed under her breath because a second later Tony’s concerned voice rang through the room.
Y/N inhaled sharply and emerged from behind the half closed door. Tony was now sitting up in his bed, the white covers bunched around his waist and his face displaying mild apprehension. Next to his bed stood one of his suits, eyes glowing, left hand outstetched, ready to fire.
“It’s just me,” Y/N murmured, seeing Tony visibly relax. He expelled a breath.
“Power down.” The suit dropped its arm, took a few steps back to stand in the corner and its eyes stopped glowing like two burning torches.
Y/N remained standing where she was, her fingers shyly curling around the hem of her pyjama shorts. She casually studied Tony’s face to make sure he was okay.
“Why are you here at…” he glanced towards the clock on his bedside table. “2am?”
Y/N hesitated, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. She could feel the softness of Tony’s white furry rug between her toes, the pleasant heat of the electric fire place burning in the corner of the room, and the innocent curiosity of his eyes as he waited for her to answer.
On top of it all, she could also feel her cheeks turning red with embarrassment.
“I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
He remained quiet for a moment but his expression softened as he studied her from across the room. She looked spooked and Tony wanted to ask her what the nightmare was about, but he figured this wasn’t the right moment. She already seemed uncomfortable after having been caught checking up on him.
“Are you okay?” She asked quietly and Tony nodded softly in response.
“Yeah, and are you?”
She bit her lip and then shook her head. And in an instant she was rushing across the room, climbing onto his bed and wrapping her arms around his neck.
“What’s wrong? What did you dream about?” He asked quietly, recovering from the shock and slowly beginning to stroke her hair. She moved to sit on his lap, her face buried in the crook of his neck, feeling so much more relaxed now that she could feel the warmth of his skin, hear his quiet breathing, his hands wrapped tightly around her. Y/N never wanted to let him go, afraid that if she did, he’d vanish like he did in her nightmare.
“It’s okay. I’m right here,” Tony assured her, honestly kind of confused by why a nightmare about something happening to him would affect her so much. They were friends, sure, but he was also friends with the rest of the team and not a single one of his other co-workers had rushed into his room at 2am because they were scared for his safety. Something felt different about this situation, and as he continued to hold her, feeling her grip him so tightly he’d find it painful if the situation was any different, Tony began to wonder why she was so shaken.
She remained sitting in his lap for minutes, and when she hiccuped quietly Tony realised she had been crying. He tightened his grip on her, threw his bed covers over her shoulders and pulled her down to lie down with him.
“I’m sorry,” Y/N apologised suddenly, sniffing a little and feeling so damn silly. But Tony wasn’t laughing at her, and he wasn’t teasing her for being an idiot. He just held her tight, let her lie down with her head on his chest and continued to stroke her hair as she attemtped to calm down.
“Don’t be sorry. It’s going to be okay.” He kissed her forehead and in response Y/N released a shaky breath and closed her eyes. It was fine. He was safe. Nothing bad had happened to him.
“It just seemed really real. I got scared that something might’ve happened to you,” she muttered into his chest, and Tony could feel her fist the fabric of his t-shirt. He kissed her head again.
“I’m alright. Nothing has happened so you don’t need to be scared,” he assured her softly, and when Y/N sniffed, Tony placed his hand over her own. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”
She nodded softly, squeezing her eyes shut so that her remaining tears fell on her cheeks and then she promised herself she was fine. It was just a bad dream.
“Do you want me to leave?” She questioned, her voice barely audible but Tony was so close he heard every syllable clearly. Y/N silently hoped he’d let her stay; she didn’t want to go back to her room and sit in the daunting silence. She felt too at peace right where she was.
“Do you want to go?” He asked instead of answering her previous question and when she shook her head, Tony’s lips curved up into a soft little smile and he pulled her even closer to him. “Stay then. You’re more than welcome to.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, and he kissed her head one last time before feeling her relax in his arms. Tony took this as his moment to go back to sleep so he shut his eyes and savoured the feeling of her arm draped over his stomach, her head on his chest, her legs tangled with his. She was breathing softly, the sound lulling Tony to sleep and soon he could feel himself beginning to drift off.
The sound of her voice pulled him back to reality.
She remained silent for a moment. Y/N bit her lip and for a moment, she wished she hadn’t called his name. But she did, and now Tony was waiting for her to say something. And other than the one sentence which had been flashing in her mind like a bright neon sign for the past month, she didn’t really have anything else to say.
“I know it’s silly but…” She paused, inhaling sharply and Tony stroked her arm, scared she might cry again. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
He didn’t respond immediately and a moment of strangely peaceful silence lingered in the air. It felt good to have it off her chest and surprisingly, Y/N didn’t fear getting rejected because even if he didn’t feel the same, they’d still be friends; and that was more than enough for her. Just knowing he was happy and safe was enough for her.
The sheets rustled as Tony moved under her. For a moment she thought he was going to remove himself from the bed, but instead, he rolled over onto his side so that he was facing her, and pushing Y/N to lie on her back instead. He looked down at her and instead of lying motionless and waiting for his response as any other person would after confessing their feelings, Y/N reached up and cupped his face in her hand.
Tony’s eyes fluttered closed and he leaned into her touch. He smiled softly, and when Y/N noticed, she smiled, too. They didn’t move for several seconds, but then Tony opened his eyes, removed her palm from his face and brought the back of her hand to his lips instead.
He pressed a long kiss to the soft flesh, looking at her face while his mouth was still against her skin.
“Why are you terrified?” He asked then, his voice quiet, laced with curiosity.
“Because,” she whispered back. “I shouldn’t be in love with you. But I am, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”
Tony smiled at her words, turning her hand and then kissing the inside of her wrist. With each kiss he moved his lips lower, leaving at least fifteen kisses on the inside of her arm alone.
“There is one thing you can do,” he told her, and when Y/N quirked a brow, the corner of his mouth curled up. “Kiss me.”
And just like that, Y/N was reaching out to cup his face again, using what little strength she could find at 2am to pull him closer. Tony held himself above her by placing his hand on the mattress next to her shoulder and leaning down to finally capture her lips with his own.
She held his face above her, lifting her head from the pillows to bring herself closer to him, and when their mouths met, she felt all her worries evaporating into the air. Tony’s lips were soft and his breath warm on her face.
They kissed softly, their mouths meeting time after time, and soon Tony was humming quietly at the feeling of her fingers running through his hair. He reached under the covers, carefully tracing her side and cupping the back of her thigh, slowly lifting it up and wrapping it around his waist.
He wanted to feel her closer and as the tips of his fingers lightly skimmed her skin, Y/N hoped that he would never retreat.
But like most things in life, the kissing had to end sooner or later, and when both of them found themselves struggling for air, their lips parted and Tony pressed his forehead to her own. Her eyes had fluttered closed, and when Tony looked down, he noticed the shadow that her lashes had cast over the tops of her cheeks.
The room was quiet for a while with the exception of the sound of their breathing and the crackling of the logs in the fire in the corner of the room. Tony shifted his weight to one arm, still hovering above her and when she opened her eyes, he tucked a stand of hair behind her ear.
She smiled at the gesture, but then Tony leaned down and kissed her again, and her smile grew wider.
“If you’re terrified of loving me, then we can be terrified together because holding something as precious as your heart is a thousand times more difficult than any fight I’ve ever fought,” he told her solemnly, and she watched him in awe, letting a quiet giggle escape her when he kissed the tip of her nose.
“I love you, too,” he added quietly, and when she smiled, he returned to his previous position and pulled her in closer. Her head fell to rest on his chest again and this time, when they closed their eyes and began to feel themselves drift off, there was nothing at the back of their minds trying to overshadow the complete contentment they both felt.
Kat is flourishing outside of TVD. After eight seasons of being treated like crap by JP/CD and hated on by JP/CD. And being bullied and harassed by some in the TVD Fandom. Kat is out here making it big. So looks so happy and like she is having a great time since she has left TVD. Alleyezonme had a big opening weekend and now she has been cast along side Forest Whitaker as her Dad and Theo James as her husband. She is really being blessed and proving that it’s Julie Plec that has been holding her back and that’s it’s mainly DE Stans who have hated and who have downplayed her as “irrelevant”. because they needed to trash Kat in order to uplift Nina and because they hated on Kat mostly because of how much love/support that Bamon got, no matter how much DE was declared canon/endgame. Kat/Bonnie was still able to get the spotlight.
It’s Karma where all of those racists Stans have hated on her. Acting like she was the least important out of all of the cast. Bashing Kat for things that they would let their fave or others in the cast slide by and not have a problem with anyone in the cast besides Kat doing some things. Saying that Kat was “jealous” or Nina and “trying to take Nina’s place”. Yet Kat is the one who has had the most success out of ALL of the cast of TVD, this black actress who her haters tried to deem as least important has had the MOST success and she deserves it.
Julie Plec was never willing to fully explore Kat’s talents as an actress and never listened to Bonnie fans when we asked for better treatment for Bonnie, while she kissed up to the DE fandom for her ego to be boosted by them. But wanted Bonnie fans to accept her being treated like second class, being a servant to the white characters and dying/suffering for the white characters and refused to put Bonnie with any of her most popular ships. Instead putting as little effort into Bonnie’s “love stories” as she could and thinking that we were suppose to love what we were given and played victim if she was called out on it.
The more that other producers/writers cast Kat outside of TVD into these roles, the bigger fools and haters JP and CD will like for holding her back and disrespecting her. Some wanted Kat to go to TO and have a spin off, but I just want Kat to have all of the success in the world so that she will never have to work with Julie Plec again and never have to set foot on the flop network that is the CW.
Plus, I’m already shipping her character with Theo Jame’s character!
What if Harry went really rough on YN last night and she keeps saying she's fine but the wobbles and marks say otherwise
Harry would be so fucking smug about it.
The next morning she swings her legs off the bed, rubbing at her eyes with the palms of her hands and stifling a huge yawn, thumbing over the deep purple bite marks scattered across her thighs and smoothing her fingertips over the bruises on her hips, remembering how hard he’d gripped them.
There’s a dull, satisfying throbbing in between Y/N’s legs, pulsing so deep it laps at the pit of her stomach. It’s like he’s still balls deep inside her, tucked up into her tummy with his sweaty hips spreading her fleshy thighs open, slamming her into another dimension. It paints a small, fulfilled smile across her tinted lips, making her feel all warm and bubbly inside.
“Y'look hot like that.”
Harry’s voice startles her, resulting in her body jumping in shock. She casts an annoyed glance over her shoulder, eyes narrowing at his face.
He’s spread out on his stomach, creme cotton sheets low on his hips, just barely covering the swell of his bum. His broad back rises and falls with his easy breathing, muscles shifting and flexing under his tanned, scratch-mark-covered skin. Her nails had left behind a pretty harsh story, the entire expanse of his tight back littered with red stripes that are slightly swollen, but he lives for the way the cool air makes them sting.
Harry has the left side of his face pressed against a big pillow, fluffy bedhead spread out in a wild halo across the surface, some pieces curling here and there. His lean arms are tucked under cushion, the way they’re bending causing his biceps to flex alluringly, which Y/N is sure he’s doing on purpose. The eye that is not against the pillow is cracked open lazily, mossy green iris twinkling with mischievous amusement as the light from the window hits his face just right. A single dimple is carved into his cheek, the edge of his lips curled up into a sleepy, cocky grin.
He looks so fucking good, laying there looking all pretty and tempting and borderline angelic, with his stupid, smug, handsome face and his distracting muscles and wow, Y/N can’t believe how whipped he has her without even trying.
While she, on the other hand, can feel her hair standing up against her scalp, tangled in a rat’s nest of a mess and she probably has drool dried across her jaw, if she knows her sleeping habits well.
His deep, throaty morning voice breaks her from her thoughts, the raspy croak sending a shot of lightning coursing from the bottom of her feet to the tips of her ears. “Did y'hear me, pet? Said y'look fucking hot.”
Y/N watches with watery eyes as Harry draws one of his hands from underneath the pillow, reaching over and dragging his warm fingers down the center of her back to rest at the dip of her spine. His words thrum out from his throat thick and heavy, a subtle groan under them. “So sexy fo’ me.”
She can’t help the flush that crawls across her skin, weak at the way his thumb caresses across the curve just above her ass. He turns his body to face her completely, flipping onto his back and stretching grandly, hips lifting off the mattress as his bones creak and crack into place. He settles himself back down, sheets dangerously low across his waist (low enough that she can see his happy trail expanding into his curly pubes), arms folded behind his head as he tilts it to the side, two front teeth worrying his plump bottom lip as he gives her bare body a slow once-over. “Don’t get dressed on my account. Love to wake up to such a pretty sight.”
Y/N scowls at him mockingly, tugging at the duvet to pull it over her frame. At first, Harry pouts, refusing to move off the comforter. But after a few shoves at his shoulder and pinching his ear, he reluctantly rolls off.
“You’re no fun in the mornings.” He grumbles, massaging over the irritated shell of his ear and furrowing his eyebrows in spite.
“Not all of us are born as perfect as you are,” she quips back sarcastically, wrapping the thick blanket around herself, focusing on covering the front more than anything.
It slides off her hip, exposing half her ass and the back of her bruised thighs but hanging loosely around her calves. She doesn’t pay it much mind, taking a step towards where her kitty-printed panties are hanging off the stand where their flatscreen TV is propped.
Harry’s voice chases after her tauntingly. “Careful, love. Went real rough last night. Y'might just collapse.”
“I’m fine.” She deadpans, ignoring the way her center pulses, taking a confident stride forward.
Apparently, she’s really not fine at all.
Y/N’s knees begin to quake, thighs clenching sorely as her legs seem to mold into Jello. She wobbles to the left, almost falling over the bedpost but managing to keep herself upright by pressing her hand down against a corner of the mattress. She closes her eyes in embarrassment, cheeks simmering as she hears him snickering over her shoulder.
“Oh, yeah. Totally fine. Who needs walking, anyways?”
She turns to face him, managing to keep herself from toppling over. Harry is sporting a condescending simper across his ruby lips, one arm behind his head as the other is propped up by its elbow on the stack of pillows, his index and middle finger covering his mouth so that she can only see the edges of his grin under the digits. He blinks at her slowly, eyebrows quirking up in question as his bare chest swoons her, dark tattoos causing the pit of her stomach to tingle. “Am I right?”
“You’re an ass, is what you are.” Y/N corrects, hiking the duvet further up her thighs and readjusting the arm covering her chest. “Last night wasn’t even that good– barely rough at all.”
Harry outright cackles, tilting his chin up arrogantly to watch her over the tops of his cheeks.
“No? Say that to the four hundred hickeys on your neck and all the ring marks across that perky little ass.”
You’ll need: • polymer clay • nails • paints and brushes • a jar • a taglock • salt • black pepper • tabasco • vinegar (the clear kind you use for cleaning) • dirt • gutter water • candles
First I salted all my windowsills and my doorstep with salt to make protect my house. To make sure the bitch wouldn’t be able to counteract, I created a home guardian who acts as a “bouncer” of sort.
Then I made a small poppet out of clay. I tried to make it look as much like the bitch as I could at that scale. Then I drove nails into her, telling her each time why she was being stabbed. “This one is for when you made fun of coworker S”, “this one is for when you bullied coworker B”, “this one is for when you took pictures of me”, etc… I finished by driving a nail in her mouth “that’s to teach you to stop spreading gossips and lies”
I made her look anguished and in pain because that’s why I want for her. Then I baked the poppet, leaving the nails in. I roughly painted it afterward.
Once it was dried, I glued her inside the jar. My taglock this time was a note she wrote me. Her name was even on it, so that was good. I put it inside the jar and lit it up. Watching the flames lick her frame was cathartic.
Once it was done burning, I covered the ashes with salt to ward off her influence and irritate her. Then I ground some black pepper and poured it along some tabasco on her, to burn her. Then I went outside and scraped some dust and hair and dead bugs from the ground and poured it on her, so her reputation gets as dirty as she tried to make mine.
I added nails to the mixture so that every time I shake the jar, she’s hit by the weight of what she’s done.
Then I filled it to two third with vinegar. At first I wanted to use the cooking kind, but in the end, the cleaning kind made more sense. I mean, she’s a huge disgusting stain on the surface of earth, so… I topped it off with some gutter water because that’s where she belong, and spat in it three times, thinking about all the crap she had done to me and the others.
Once I was done, I just sealed it with wax and placed it in a dark place where it never sees the light of day.
I poured some salt and pepper on top of it, hence the grains. The color is a lot grosser irl, haha.
I have this random headcanon about the Captain Swan wedding, ok.
So Emma and Killian make up yadda yadda, the engagement is back on, and he has a long lovely talk with Charming to make amends and all is right in the Charming-Jones world.
They get married and everyone (read: me) cries and it’s beautiful and wonderful and True Love Forever.
But then it’s the wedding reception. And while Killian and Emma and her family are all fine, whispers still persist following the drama that happened around the engagement and Killian’s disappearance. Gossip quietly tinges the party with the “well I heard he left her” and “no no no she kicked him out” and “well he killed her grandfather, I can’t believe David and Snow allowed this to happen” etc etc etc.
And it’s probably someone like fucking Grumpy running his dumb mouth after too many beers when all of the sudden
A fork jabs down, perfectly in between his fingers that rest on top of the table.
Hi Cassie :) I wanted to say I love your books so much! It makes me so happy that you create such diverse characters and give so much representation. I've seen a lot of people trying to put down you and your work, and I'm inspired by your strong comeback. I was wondering if we'd get to see anymore of the Seelie Queen in LoS or QoAaD? (Actually, I googled <i>queen of air and darkness</i> and something came up in connection to fey deities and I'm so bursting with theories for what it's gonna be)
The Seelie Queen is definitely present in Lord of Shadows. And yes, the Queen of Air and Darkness can refer to Mab, Queen of the Faeries in Romeo and Juliet (and lots of folklore) – I was inspired by the poem by AE Houseman:
Her strong enchantments failing, Her towers of fear in wreck, Her limbecks dried of poisons And the knife at her neck,
The Queen of air and darkness Begins to shrill and cry, ‘O young man, O my slayer, To-morrow you shall die.’
O Queen of air and darkness, I think 'tis truth you say, And I shall die to-morrow; But you will die to-day.
I know this isn’t Marvel imagine, but i wrote this long time ago and thought maybe i should post it.
The bed was so comfortable. She rolled around in her sleep
and she felt like she was floating on the clouds. She starched her arm to touch
her boyfriend, but all she met was more silky sheets. She slowly began to open
her eyes, it took her some time before she could see properly. Her eyes needed
some time to get used to the darkness.
That reminded her of the psychology class from the other
day, when their teacher told them, that their eyes need thirty minutes before
you could see anything.
She always found that very stupid, especially when she was
walking to school in the morning. Her eyes didn’t need thirty minutes to get
used to the darkness, she could see properly just after five minutes.
She looked around the room but she couldn’t find much known,
and very dear silhouette to her. He was nowhere to be found, and that got her
wondering, what he could be possibly doing at this time of the night. To be
honest she didn’t know what time it was, and neither was she going to look,
because it would be a crime to move from this holy position.
She was always laying on her stomach, she would much likely
fall asleep on her back, but during the night she would always find her way
back onto the stomach. It was the most comfortable pose ever. So she didn’t
even bother to roll back and grab her phone form the night stand.
She was laying like that for
solid ten minutes, even though it seemed to her like it was hours. She wasn’t
sure how much time has passed, but she wondered how she didn’t fall asleep
immediately. She is always the first one to fall asleep, she could lay
anywhere, and within the minute, and she would be out.
But it was only because she was
sleeping next to him, but when they were separated because of his tour and her
school, she would barely get some kind of sleep. She just missed the warmth his
body produced, the feeling of his strong, muscular hands wrapped around her
body. His sweet little kisses all the way from her back, over her shoulder,
around her neck and finally locking with hers. His low voiced “Goodnight” that
was so innocence, but it would still send shivers down her spine.
She is so deeply in love with
him, so over her head with him, he can make her lose her mind in less than a
second. She would do anything for him, and that scares her the most. She never
thought she would love anyone so much, it terrifies her sometimes. The thought that
he holds her everything in his hands, her heart, her soul, her life, that one
wrong word, move and she will be shuttered, broken, left in pieces.
He isn’t the type of person that
would hurt her on purpose, he’s a sweet, loving and genuine guy. But lately
he hasn’t been acting like himself. She understands that tour took a lot of his
energy, and that all he wants now is peace and to relax, and she respects that.
What hurts the most is when he says he needs to relax but he goes out with his
friends, and comes home in early morning hours. She tried to confront him about
it, but he would just raise his hands in the air, call her petty or just tell
her that he missed them.
But so does she. She haven’t seen
him in a year, all she wants now is, for him to wrap his hands around her, tell
her he loves her and just cuddle for the rest of the day. She’s not asking for
much, is she now? And even though he’s home now, she feels the same way she did
when he was on tour. She misses him, and he’s right there, but just like he
isn’t. She tried everything, she wonders if she did something wrong, is he mad
at her, but anytime she would start a conversation about it, he would just push
She let out a loud sigh and moved
the covers from her body, and as soon as the silky sheets left her body, she
felt shivers run down her spine, and only then she realised, the balcony doors
were open, she was staring at them but she didn’t notice, not until now, and
that’s exactly what he does to her. She wasn’t really sure why she felt the
shivers because it wasn’t even cold.
And then she saw him, he was
standing there, leaning onto balcony fence, looking so peaceful, maybe that’s
the reason she felt them, her brain recognised him before she did. But one
thing shocked her, he was smoking a cigarette. She was damn sure he stopped, at
least that’s what he said. Well more correctly, that’s what he promised to do.
All she wanted to do was to go
out, hug him from behind and just stay like that for hours. But she was afraid,
afraid to move, because if he hears her, he will turn around and again go into
his, now natural state, tensed.
She observed him for few more
minutes, and then she decided to get up, she didn’t walk towards him, rather
she went down to the kitchen and grab herself something to drink. She wasn’t
really thirsty, but she couldn’t lay there anymore. She was so distracted that
she almost fell over the pile of his clothes that was on the floor. And that
little pile made her so angry, so she just wanted to turn around, go out and
yell at him. Later on, she wasn’t even sure if she was mad about the pile, or
about him in general.
She opened the fridge and just
stared in, does she take bottle of water or apple juice. She went with just
regular water, because she didn’t want anything sweet. She poured it into a
glass and brought it to her lips, she was slowly drinking while looking through
the kitchen window, into the dark, full of shadows, back yard. Shadows were
playing around, enlighten the trees, now from this, now from that side. She
calmed down a little bit, and she didn’t even hear him come.
Lately she was so distracted, it
started to bother her. His low and quiet voice shook her out of her dreams. It was
so quiet, but so was the house so it sounded like he was standing right behind
her, but she knew he was either leaning onto kitchen door, or kitchen cabinets.
“Why are you up so late?”
She wasn’t sure how to respond to
that. Does she tells him the truth, that she can’t sleep without him and that
the person who sleeps with her now isn’t her boyfriend, but some stranger
taking over his body? Or does she just lie to him, and tells him its school? She
rather decided to say nothing but to stare through window again.
Now she could feel the smell of cigarette
that he just smoked, and it bothered her so much. The smell was so unpleasant,
she wanted to turn around and tell him to shower. She took a deep breath, put
the glass into the sink, knowing that she’s going to wash it tomorrow. She slowly
turned around, trying not to catch his gaze, slowly started walking towards
their shared room.
Just as she thought she had
passed him, she felt the strong grip on her hand. By then she was already
pissed off, and all she could do was let out a loud groan. She tried to pull
her hand out of his grip, but he only pulled her closer. Her face met his bare
chest, and she appreciated the warmth and smell of his body, even though the
smell of cigarette ruined it.
“I’m tired Justin, let me go,
Her voice was low, she felt
tired, but not physical tiredness, no the mental one was bigger problem.
“Apparently you’re not tired
enough if you woke up at 2.30 a.m.” and what could she say to that. She hated
it when he became cocky little shit, mostly because that wasn’t her Justin. She
wanted to talk to him about everything, but she knew it would all turn into a
fight, and for that, she was not ready.
“My mouth was dry, so it woke me
up, can you please let me go now?”
She whispered into his chest,
feeling her eyes getting wetter. No she didn’t want to cry, but sometimes we don’t
cry because we’re weak, we cry because it’s the only way to let out the pain,
the frustration. It’s the only way to make mental pain, physical. But she didn’t
want to cry in front of him, she just didn’t.
But his question dried her eyes
in a second, she again became frustrated and angry, but at the same time
confused and sad. That’s what he does to her. Confuses her, completely.
“Why are you avoiding me? In the
evening, you’re already sleeping even before I enter the room. You leave in the
morning without a kiss, without a goodbye. When I want to make you feel good, and
you know how good I make you feel, your head hurts, or you have an exam to
study for, or just something else that doesn’t make any damn sense.”
She was indeed avoiding him, but
she only did it because she thought that would protect her from him. She didn’t
know why she needed the protection from him, but she felt that way, if he was
going to push her away, she won’t be able to try and hold him.
She was once again speechless, or
so she pretended she was. She was a burning lion, observing, but always ready
She felt his hand under her chin,
pulling it up, to finally meet his gaze. Every single time she would look into
his eyes, he would make her feel like she’s seeing him for the first time ever,
that weird feeling in her stomach made her change her weight from her right to
her left leg.
He looked at her, or more properly,
he observed her, he was still waiting for an answer, but he knew he wouldn’t get
one, not from her and not tonight. But did he even wanted it? No, he just
needed her attention, but he didn’t realise he was the reason why she stopped
giving him so much attention. She wasn’t even aware of what she was doing to
him. He was making him go crazy, he hated her for that.
He moved so fast she didn’t even
got to catch a breath before her back met stone cold wall. His hands were on
each side of her body, her legs were wrapped around him, and they fit so
perfectly. His face was so close, their noses touched and she could feel his
hot breath on her face. He was looking deeply into her eyes like he was asking for
permission, but she knew he wasn’t.
Their lips met, and there was no sweetness
in it, no patience, only roughness. But she didn’t mind, he moved his left hand
down her body and gripped her ass, ass his lips did the same, concentrating on
her neck. His pace was at the same time rough but perfect. All she could do was
let out a small moan, that made him lean more into her, and she could feel his
smirk growing against her neck. She wrapped her hand around his muscles,
digging her nails into his skin. Suddenly he pulled his lips away from her
neck, and he moved her from cold wall to the kitchen table. She used the chance
to take her shirt off.
As soon as her nipples were
exposed and hit by cold air they got hard. His eyes moved from her lips to her
breast and he didn’t waste any time. He took her right nipple into his mouth, nibbling
and sucking onto it, while he took other one in between his fingers and started
tugging onto it. She let out a loud moan of pleasure. His mouth moved from her nipple
to her mouth.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, you
know that? Let me make you feel the way I only know.”
He mumbled against her lips, the only response she offered
him was a small whimper. He moved his lips down her jaw again, this time making
sure to leave marks all the way from her neck to her breast. He moved his left
hand down her body, until he reached her inner thigh. He moved the tips of his
fingers against the sensitive skin, teasing her. She groaned and tried to pull
herself closer to him, she was eager to fell his touch.
“Please, Justin” she whispered. Neither of them could wait
any longer, but he felt indescribable pleasure teasing her. He slid his hand
into her underwear, his fingers meeting her clit, rubbing it roughly. “So
fucking wet.” He slid his fingers into her without a warning. Sudden pleasure
made her let out loud moan, trying to get even closer to him, just so she could
feel more of him.
“You keep moving closer to me, baby girl, even though there
is no more place to move. See, only I make you feel this way. You should
remember that.” He moved his lips from her neck and looked deeply into her
“I was going to tease you some more, but I just want to fuck
the shit out of you.” he pulled his fingers out, pulled his Calvin Klein’s
down, separated her legs and without a warning slammed into her. His mouth fell
open while she moaned loudly. She wrapped her hands around his naked body, scratching
“Fucking hell. You’re so tight, baby girl.” he hovered over
her, making her back hit the cold table board. His mouth found her nipple and
started nibbling onto it. Her mouth fell open from sudden pleasure. His hips
found a perfect pace.
“Tell me how good I make you feel.” He groaned against her
nipple. She wanted too, but the pleasure was too much and the only way she
responded was through loud moan. But he wasn’t pleased with that. He slapped
her ass, twice, once from right side, other time from left side. Burn that she
felt after his hands made her whimper even more. When she still wasn’t
responding, he picked his pace, even though she thought he couldn’t go any
Their bodies moved in sync, and she could spot sweat dripping
down his forehead. Even though the kitchen was very big, it became so hot in
there that she wanted to jump out of her skin.
She felt his hand around her neck, griping her tightly, and
the rough feeling almost pushed her over the edge, but he suddenly pulled out. The
sudden feeling of emptiness made her whimper.
“You’re not cumming, until you tell me how god I make you
feel, you understand me?” she nodded and pulled her hips up, trying to get him
to continue. But he just looked at her. She took a deep breath and started.
“You make me feel so-“but she wasn’t able to finish. He pushed
into her with so much force, all she could do was scream. She could see a smirk
playing on his lips, he was pleased with her answer.
She felt the well-known feeling and she knew she was close. She
won’t be able to hold it any longer, but she could see he was just as close as
“I feel you getting tighter around me. You wanna cum, baby
girl?” His voice was low and husky and she only could nod.
“Yes, please.” She somehow mumbled in between the moans.
“Look at me, let’s cum together.” Their eyes met, and like
it was their trigger, his movements became sloppier and he let out a loud
groan, while she screamed out his name, scratching his back. She could feel him
feeling her up with his jounces and it was the best feeling.
“Oh fuck.” He mumbled, they both tried to catch a breath
after an amazing experience.
“I love you.” he leaned closer and locked their lips once
again. “I love you” she mumbled against his lips.
He picked her into his arms and carried her to their shared
REQUEST: Going to the house of Sebastian’s mum and she shows you pictures of him when he was little (and maybe the same but with you, only if you have time off)💕
AUTHOR’S NOTE: n/a
Parents were made to be embarrassing. You absolutely knew it.
You had finally brought Sebastian over to meet your family and they were ecstatic to finally meet the man who made you happier than ever.
Dinner went over perfectly. Your father approved of him and you mother adored him. They talked amongst each other like they had known one another for years. You couldn’t help but smile proudly as you watched and listened.
After dessert you all headed to the living room. On the way over, Sebastian spotted your high school graduation picture on the wall. He stopped in his tracks and stared at it. He thought you looked cute with your cap and gown on.
You were hard at work in the kitchen staring solemnly at the recipe card in front of you on the counter. It was Saturday night and Taehyung had just returned home two days prior from a brief stint out the country. Ordinarily, you were not one for the kitchen and stuck to really simple meals if you dared to cook at all. But you and Tae had been married a full year and you decided it was high time you tried your hand at a real meal.
You had deliberately made a grocery run and picked up all the ingredients for this dish. Now you were on step six and it was calling for you to do something you didn’t even know the meaning of. You picked up your phone and decided to google it. You had been at this for a full hour already and were maybe only half way done. You kept second guessing yourself and you sighed heavily finally getting an answer to the question of how exactly to make a “roux”. You washed your hands again and resumed your ministrations.
Unknowingly to you, Taehyung was lurking around a corner where he could see your back hunched over the bowl in front of you. He yearned to just walk over and give you a back hug but knew there was a chance you could grow irritated with him, as all day you’d talked of getting this meal just right. He would’ve been more than happy with ramen and cuddles on the couch, but he understood that when you set your mind to something, you were going to do it. He decided to give it ten more minutes and then he was coming in to at least help or even make you smile. He retreated back to the bedroom and watched two episodes of Hetalia.
From the kitchen you could hear Tae’s chuckles and it made you smile and gave you strength to keep going with this stupid meal.You were trying hard to remember what possessed you to pick out something so intensive you would ordinarily stay away from, especially because Taehyung was never picky and could eat the same things over and over again as long as he liked them. You heard the ending song of an episode of an anime and then his footsteps padding out from the bedroom. You should’ve known he wouldn’t be able to stay away for long. Two strong arms came around your middle and then he was tucking your head under his chin and kissing the top of it.
“What’s my sweetheart up to?”
“Trying to cook you a suitable meal,” you muttered, already losing your focus.
“Honey, why don’t we just make ramen so we can relax together?” he asked, bending now to kiss your cheek. That made you smile, and he smiled too now that he got what he wanted to see.
“But Tae, I’m midway through preparing this,” you explained. He pouted then and spun you, pressing your back to the oven. This sudden change of events made your eyebrows shoot straight up and you shakily rested your palms on his arms. He kissed you then and not lightly or innocently either. He was insistent, not that you minded. And come to think of it, you had been preoccupied with this meal plan all day.
You should’ve known better. He’d been out the country for a bit here and there, and you hadn’t been able to spend as much time together for the last month. But you spent all day yesterday together… He was picking you up now, and you squealed, holding on for dear life as he made his way to the bedroom, laughing at your expression of surprise. He placed you gently against the many fluffy pillows and then climbed on the bed, too, his face playful, though his eyes held dangerous promises.
In a moment of shy panic, something you hadn’t quite been rid of, you grabbed the throw you kept on the bed and wrapped it around your head. The move made Tae laugh heartily and he fell back on the bed as you sat there, your face and head wrapped in your blanket and hands tucked under your legs. He was used to you being shy, some days more so than others, but this was a new one. “Honey,” he finally said through the laughter still bubbling forth.
“Yes?” you responded, your voice muffled by the layers of blanket.
“Can you come out please?” He crawled over to you on the massive king bed and began to remove the blanket. Finally it was all loose and you smiled sheepishly up at him. He wrapped you up in a big bear hug and you hugged him back just as tight. He did smell really good and his neck was warm and soft…He let you go and leaned in slowly to make sure you wouldn’t shy away again. You didn’t and instead did your best to relax. You knew Taehyung would never ever hurt you, but you were a shy bean and although you were married, he was very handsome and still made you flustered. This time you were able to breathe freely and didn’t freak out when he took you in his arms and laid down next to you, making sure to move slowly with his kisses.
“Honey?” he asked against the skin of your neck.
“Mmmm,” it was always hard for you to form coherent responses when you were with Taehyung.
“Can we play Hide and Seek? But you know sexy version?” he asked, eyebrows waggling.
“Honey!” And the night ended with your bowl of mix long, long forgotten.
A few days ago Y/N stole Steve’s shaver from his travel pack since she couldn’t find hers and because he wasn’t supposed to on a mission for a while. She didn’t think it would be a problem. That is until Steve comes back from his mission with a little bit of scruff. The night takes a very interesting turn after dinner.
When I look at them now I think of then, how that late summer day must have been as she gathered bur marigolds and milk vetch from a field, how her hair followed as she bent down to pick that moment for a keepsake, her fingers clutching at stems the way she touched anything that mattered, delicate petals brushing against a fence post, yellow blur of worries drawn toward sureness as light thinned upon the field like vellum pressed with darkness
Greg Sellers, “Dried Wildflowers on Her Desk,” work-in-progress (16 December 2016)
Summary: She was the Queen of Sokovia, and he was the future king of Romania. Their relationship was full of hate towards one another, but will it change when his heart gets broken by a traitor to both of your powerful countries?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Angst, snakes, fluff?
Word Count: 1246
A/N: We are closing in on the end! I really dont like this chapter. I’m blocked again with this series, but we will see. Let me know if you want to be moved to my permanent tag list
The pain was excruciating. Knives were dragged across her
sensitive skin. Her mouth was gagged with old rags and the metal restraints
were tightened even more. She couldn’t feel her extremities. She could feel the
ghost of sleep taking over her when another knife dug at her marred flesh.
can you write something about kara/supergirl finding out about lena's favourite little things?
i combined two other prompts with this because i’m terrible and haven’t worked on prompts in months. anyway. sorry if it sucks
It’s during their second interview that Kara learns Lena has
a terrible snacking habit.
massive desk has a well hidden drawer—one that Kara missed the first time she
x-ray visioned the office, much to her chagrin—filled to the brim with energy
bars, trail mixes, crackers, and expensive chocolates Kara’s never even heard
of, maintained and supplied by the very perceptive Jess who is well aware of
her boss’s unfortunate tendency to forget several meals in a row and insists on
at least ensuring that the CEO subsists on snacks at the very minimum.
spends the hour Jess has painstakingly fit into Lena’s schedule smiling as she
watches Lena pull out a bag of trail mix, snacking through every question,
chewing thoughtfully as she ponders how to respond to the inquiries into her
no,” she murmurs, after asking Kara to try the dried cranberries, informing her
that they’re her favorite and that she wants Kara to try them too, “I don’t
think my mother was working with Lex before. I think his going mad was what
broke her. She was never quite shy about being obvious for her preference for
Lex.” Lena stops, digs through the mix for a moment, searching for any
chocolate—something Kara’s noticed is the first to go—and shakes her head. “Can
we leave that off the record, Kara? I just…let’s talk about something else.”
Kara nods, promises to leave out any mention of Lex and Lillian (focusing only
on Lionel), and accepts the cranberries, trying hard not to blush at the smile
Lena sends her way when she agrees it’s likely her favorite part of the trail
mix as well.
that day forward, Kara always checks the secret drawer, letting Jess know on
the sly if Lena’s stores were running low—much to the assistant’s pleasant