A/N: Hey loves, this is it! Chapter 6 is finally here after the long delay and it gets steamy as heck this time! ;) I’m super sorry for the long wait, this writer’s block is killing me haha! I hope you guys like it! Enjoy! -Delilah
Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?
You took a small step back, placing a hand on your chest.
Bucky gave you a small, sheepish smile,before looking over at the paintings in your room. There were countless ones, strung up on the little clothes line you put up, on the walls, on numerous easels. And every single one of them was of one person: Bucky.
He walked towards a specific one, which was a painting of him wearing his old military uniform. He was smiling that old, dorky little smile he used to give you. Behind him, was the Wonder Wheel at Coney Island. That was where you had your first date.
“You remember this?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at you with a smile. One that heavily resembled the painting. You nodded, feeling your cheeks heating.
“It was our first date, right?” you asked. He grinned this time, before looking back to the painting on the wall.
“I tried so hard to impress you that night,” he recalled as he ran his fingers over the artwork. “I kept trying to win that little teddy bear for you, but I kept missing every damn time.”
“You ended up stealing it instead.” You smiled as you recalled a very young Bucky as he hopped the counter when the man wasn’t looking and swiped the bear. You both ran so fast before the man could catch the two of you.
Bucky moved towards the next painting, which was one from the day you both made love for the first time. He was lying on his side, propped up onto his elbow as he peered down at you. The silver necklace you had given him was the only thing he was wearing, besides the sheets that were gathered around his waist. He was giving a lazy smile, his hair sticking up in random places.
“This was a really good night,” he chuckled; biting his lip as the memories of you withering beneath him came flooding back to his mind. He remembered exactly how you looked as he hovered over you, your moans filling the room as he pounded you into the mattress. And your breasts, man he loved those. He had seen all shapes and sizes back in his day, but yours were special. To him, they were perfection.
“You accidentally burned me with your cigarette right after that.” You reminded him, your eyebrow slightly rising. You could see the blush on his cheeks as he recalled the memory. Bucky loved to smoke in bed. Right after that picture, he lit a cigarette and forgot it was in his hand when the ash fell onto your shoulder, creating a dark scar.
Bucky slowly moved towards the last painting on the wall, which caught him off guard the most.
It was a recent one. He was sitting at the small table that belonged to the little rundown motel he had taken you to the day you were reunited. But this painting was different. Instead of him smiling, his face was set in a frown; his eyes were cold and lifeless.
“I take it you’re still mad about that night?” he asked as he turned around all the way this time.
“Well,” you began, stepping over some of the paint cans. “You did kidnap me and tie me up.”
“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” he smirked. “You used to love being tied up.”
You blushed, giving his shoulder a playful punch as he laughed. For a split second, it felt like how it used to be: Bucky making you blush, while you both shared a laugh. One that you honestly hadn’t had in years.
The laughter slowly turned into cackles as Bucky jokingly poked your cheek. You giggled, crinkling your nose as you swatted his hand away.
You reached to his side and gently pinched his ribs, causing him to cackle and jerk away from you. Instantly, you let out another giggle.
“The Winter Soldier is ticklish?” You teased, smiling widely as he began backing away. He shook his head, his eyes wide as you began stalking towards him.
You lunged for him, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him down onto the tarp covered ground. You landed right on top of him with a dull thud.
“Y/N!” He laughed, his eyes crinkling from the giant smile he was currently wearing. “S-Stop!”
You ignored his pleas as you planted your fingertips onto his ribs and wiggled rapidly. He howled with laughter as you tickled him mercilessly. Truth be told, his smile did something to you. It made you want to sing every song in the world at the top of your lungs, or draw every thing that had to do with him.
You were so lost in thought, you hadn’t noticed that Bucky had slid away from you, smirking devilishly. You blinked, looking over just in time to see him fly forward. He wrapped his arms around your smaller body and brought you onto the ground with him.
You gasped as one of the paint cans tumbled over, splashing the both of you with lilac colored paint.
You peered up at Bucky, who was hovering above you, watching you as if you were some interesting new discovery of some sort. He analyzed every single little feature on your face, along with your mannerisms.
You smiled up at him, noticing the same one he gave back.
Slowly, you noticed his paint covered fingertips brushing against your bottom lip, tracing the flesh lightly. You felt yourself leaning in, bringing your face near his as he did the same. It took him a second to understand, but when he did, he finally leaned in as well.
For a split second, your lips touched and you swore you could feel the fireworks. The warmth in your chest.
But this time, the ache in your skull was back, and from the pained look on Bucky’s face, it was affecting him as well.
“Bucky,” you breathed.
Bucky hovered over you, his beautiful blue eyes soft with nothing but love. Love he had for one person only: you.
“I’ve never done this before,” you whispered, staring into his eyes. “I’m a virgin.”
Bucky’s lips slowly curled upwards into a smile as he watched your cheeks turn a dark shade of pink. You had never been with anyone before. You had been on a couple dates here and there, but in the end, it never worked out.
But Bucky, he was so different than the rest. He made you feel comfortable even in your time of need. He made you feel safe. Even when you were just holding hands, it felt so intimate not only on a physical level, but spiritually.
“There’s nothing wrong with that, sugar.” Bucky grinned, his voice growing soft. He reached down to you and gently moved a strand of your hair that had fallen upon your face.
“If it’s too much for you, tell me and I’ll stop.”
“But Bucky-” you protested.
“Y/N,” he clipped, his smile slowly turning into a frown. “This is supposed to be good for both of us, alright?”
You nodded, feeling your face heat up once more. You were so ready for this. You craved intimacy from Bucky, and now your wish was going to come true.
Bucky placed a small kiss onto your lips, his hand tracing your jawline, before pulling away from you. You watched as he pulled away from you and reaching over to his night stand and grabbing ahold of the condom.
Immediately, your heart began to race. Reality was hitting you like a brick wall now and you were realizing the seriousness of the situation. Bucky was going to make love to you. This was really happening.
He hurriedly slid the condom onto his thick length. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight before you. You had never seen that part of the male anatomy before, and you were extremely impressed. Also, you were a bit intimidated as well. Bucky…well, he was big.
Noticing your shocked expression, he stopped his actions and peered down at you with a small, loving smile.
“What’s wrong, doll?” He asked, cocking his head to the side.
You gulped, your gaze flickering from his length to his handsome face. You put on a fake smile.
“Nothing, Bucky…” you replied.
He raised his eyebrows before hovering over you once again. He placed small butterfly kisses onto your cheeks, moving down to your neck.
“Please don’t hide from me.” He begged, peering back up at you with puppy dog eyes, ones that made your heart swell.
“It’s gonna hurt,” you admitted. “You’re bit bigger than expected, Bucky.” He let out a chuckle before kneeling between your legs once more.
“It is gonna hurt, sugar,” he confessed as he gently pumped his cock with his hand. You immediately felt yourself becoming wetter by the second. “But it’s gonna get better, I promise. A couple minutes in and you won’t even feel it.”
You nodded, hypnotized by his movements and the small sighs that escaped his lips as he pleasured himself.
“Spread your legs for me, baby.” He said. His voice was lower, raspy with want.
You spread your legs wide, giving him a full view of your glistening core. You were soaked now and Bucky had to breathe to prevent himself from diving right in.
Once again, he leaned forward and hovered above your smaller body, positioning himself between your legs. You felt his cock rub against your folds, separating them.
Your hands wrapped around his neck, gently massaging his scalp with your fingers. This was it.
Bucky have you a small peck to your lips before rolling his hips forward, entering your heat.
You gasped, removing your hands from his neck and wrapping them around his biceps as he gave another experimental thrust. It hurt, you’d admit. But at the same time, it was somewhat pleasurable.
Bucky let out a groan, his heart thumping against yours wildly. His eyes were fixed on yours, burning into yours with intensity.
“Does that feel good, baby?” He asked as he thrusted into you once again. Your breath hitched as you felt a wave of pleasure course through your body.
“Bucky…” you whimpered, your eyes staring into his. “Do that again. Please!”
You let out a little “ah!” when he began a steady pace, his hips rolling into yours expertly, his cock hitting deeper and deeper inside of you.
Bucky looked so fucking gorgeous. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him no matter how hand you had tried. It’s as if his moans and gasps were enough to make you orgasm.
His lips were red and swollen from the kisses you had given him, but you didn’t care. You wanted nothing more than to make them even more swollen. His hair -jesus, it was wild just like you liked it.
His shoulders flexed each time he fucked you, giving you a show of his muscular body. One of your hands trailed down his back, resting onto his perfect little ass and gave it a small pinch.
He gasped, his eyes flying open and peering down at you with a grin. “You’re such a dirty girl, Y/N.” he spoke, sending your heart soaring through the sky.
You curiously looked down between your bodies. You let out a moan as you watched his cock entering your core, glistening with your juices. His skin hitting against yours only made it even more dirty and you yearned to hear it as much as you could.
You spread your legs wider, gently pulling Bucky into you with your hands on his lower back. You were in pure euphoria, and you wanted this every single day. Even if you had to quit your job, you’d gladly do it for a session with Bucky. It was so addicting.
“Oh my god!” you gasped, feeling your thighs trembling uncontrollably. You felt the strangest sensation between your legs, building deep within your body and spreading like wildfire. Your breaths became shaky little huffs as you felt yourself growing closer and closer to the edge.
Bucky was lost in you.
He was staring down at you, his lips curled into that loving smile he wore as he rolled his hips into you forcefully. The headboard of his bed slammed against his wall, creating small dents in it, but you both didn’t give a single care.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he moaned, his lips parting as he fucked you harder. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”
You dug your nails into his back, resting your head onto his shoulder as his hips began to stutter. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you as he picked up his pace. A thin layer of sweat began to form on the two of you, but neither of you cared.
“Fuck, I-I think I’m….” You whimpered, feeling your body tense as the euphoric feeling began releasing throughout your body, shaking you to your core. You through your head back onto the pillows, letting out a blood curdling scream as Bucky fucked your first orgasm into you. Your mouth was open, forming a perfect little ‘O’.
Bucky’s hand went to your breast, kneading the soft flesh softly as he watched you release. He was so close behind you, he could feel himself growing closer and closer within each second. With a shout of your name, Bucky rested his head against yours and released himself into the condom, his body collapsing on top of yours.
You peered up at him with a smile, analyzing his blissed out face. He looked so beautiful like this, his hair messy and his eyes screwed shut from the immense pleasure you were giving him. You raised your hand and cupped his cheek.
“How was that, doll?” he huffed, his eyes half lidded as he gave you that dorky smile. You giggled, feeling nothing but pure love for him.
“That was…amazing, Bucky.” You replied. “I want this every day. I don’t care how tired I am.”
He let out a laugh, planting a kiss onto your cheek before rolling onto his back. He turned his back to you, reaching over for the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand and plucking one from the packet. He placed it between his lips before lighting it with the lighter he always carried around with him.
With a sigh, he rolled over until he was facing you. He propped himself up onto his elbow, giving you a boyish grin.
“So,” he began, taking a drag of the cigarette. You giggled and peered up at him, still lying on your back.
“So,” you repeated with a grin.
Before he could speak, a small piece of the ash from his cigarette, landing right onto your bare shoulder.
“Shit!” He spat, before reaching behind himself and putting the cigarette out in the ash tray.
You yelped before brushing the ash from your skin. It burned like hell.
“Are you alright, Y/N?” he asked, his eyes filled with worry. You nodded, sinking into the bed with a contempt sigh. , but you wouldn’t let that ruin your mood. You were still buzzing from the most intense orgasm he had given you.
You peered up at him, giving him a million dollar smile.
“i’m just peachy, baby.”
*squeals* now we know how that whole thing went down ;)
A/N: sorry for leaving y’all hanging for a bit, i’ve been wayyy busy. The ending’s kinda awkward and cliffhanger-y even though there’ll be no continuation. It’s also kinda short bc ya girl is bad at writing pussy eating
It had been four days. For four days, Jungkook hadn’t seen or spoke to you. He had received various messages and calls from you, but ignored them. It was like he was missing something from his life, and he really didn’t know what to do with himself.
He was in Jimin and Yoongi’s dorm room, sitting on the floor and playing video games on their large television. He wished he didn’t feel as out of place as he did.
Jungkook had came to the dorm with a sad look and an overnight bag, asking “can I stay with you guys for a little while?” and being Jimin and Yoongi, they welcomed him into their home.
“I’ve been meaning to ask,” Jimin said, his eyes never leaving the screen as he clicked the buttons on his controller. “What happened between you and y/n that made you come stay with us?”
Jungkook pressed pause instantly, running a hand through his hair. He would never admit it, especially to his guy friends, but it was something more than “y/n was keeping secrets from me”. It was the feeling of his heart drop when he seen the hickey, it was the pain in his stomach when you didn’t tell him, it was the ache he had when he imagined you with a stranger on you. It didn’t make any sense.
“She was keeping secrets from me, and that’s something we don’t do.” Jungkook told him. At least it was partially true.
“Have you talked to her recently?” Jimin asked.
“Why don’t you just text her, tell her to meet up with you and talk through everything?” Yoongi suggested from the couch, where he was listening to every word. “You two have always been inseparable, it’s weird to stop speaking completely. Let her explain why she was keeping a secret from you.”
Jungkook knew Yoongi was right, he was often right, but he couldn’t force himself to find the right words to say. He couldn’t muster the confidence to talk to you, to start a conversation after four days of nothing. He did miss you, though.
“I don’t think texting her is a good idea.” Jungkook explained, returning his attention back to the game.
“I’ll text her for you.” Jimin stated. “I’m a master of smooth talk.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Yoongi said and rolled his eyes.
After a little more convincing, Jungkook had sent you a text message (with the help of Jimin). He only hoped everything would go back to normal and he wouldn’t still feel the ache in his chest.
You were in your room, sitting against the headboard of your bed with blankets gathered at your waist, when your phone vibrated on your lap. Stopping your adventures of channel surfing, you looked at the bright screen.
[ 10:33 pm ] kookie: hey… can we meet at latila’s?
You smiled. After days of not talking to your best friend, you were feeling lonely and quite frankly, you needed someone to talk to. The apartment was quiet all of the time, and you didn’t really have any other friends to rant to or get help for homework from. Just seeing his name light up your screen made your day better.
[ 10:34 pm ] y/n: i would love to, but i’m already in my pajamas. come home?
[ 10:35 pm ] kookie: i will tonight, i just thought it would be easier to talk at our favorite place first.
[ 10:35 pm ] y/n: ok, i’ll get ready then. see u soon?
[ 10:35 pm ] kookie: see u soon.
You couldn’t hold back a huge grin as you rushed to get ready. It was late, yes, but Latila’s was a coffee shop that was open 24 hours, and served the best coffee any time of night. It also helped that one of your friends worked the night shift most nights, so a lot of the time you were given special discounts.
You slipped on your jacket and shoes before rushing out of the door, grabbing your keys along your way.
The sky was dark and the air was cold when you walked down the street. You wouldn’t need to drive, the place was only a street away on the corner, so you thought it was fine. But you soon regretted it when you felt a cool wind.
You wrapped the jacket tighter around your body, only to feel an arm slip around your shoulder.
Jumping, you looked up to find Kim Taehyung smirking at you.
“Hello, love.” He grinned, not removing his arm from around your shoulders. “What might you be doing, walking around in the dark?”
“Don’t call me love.” you told him, slipping from his grasp. “And don’t you have some other girl to bother?”
“You’re cute when you’re upset, love.” he smiled.
You turned to face him. You couldn’t help but smile at him as he looked like a mess.
“Why do you look like you have blue balls?” you laughed.
He didn’t say anything, he only smirked again. You turned to the left, and he followed persuit. You stopped.
“Seriously, go away.” you said, glaring and wrapping your arms in front of your chest.
Taehyung moved closer. He leaned his head to your neck, so close but not touching, and you could feel his warm breath.
“Come with me.” he whispered.
You shivered, and your arms dropped to your sides. How had only a couple words make your body tremble beneath him? Why does he have such an effect on you?
“I thought you don’t do seconds?” you retorted. You hadn’t moved your body, though. You didn’t know if you were too frozen to move, or too scared that if you moved he would move away.
“I am willing to make an exception to hear you scream my name again.” he spoke lowly.
His lips were on your neck. It was a simple, quick peck on the part where your collarbone meets your neck. You bit your lip as you felt him give you another soft kiss on your neck, and then your jaw.
His lips were by your earlobe, kissing a small trail, when he whispered “just tell me when to stop.”
You turned to him, catching his dark and lust-filled gaze. Biting your lip again, you felt the familiar sensation between your legs. He smirked at your expression.
Suddenly, his lips captured yours. He pushed you into the nearest building, kissing you roughly. Your lips moved against his as though you had kissed a million times.
“Your house or mine?” he asked as he broke away.
Jungkook was sitting by the window only a couple yards away, watching as you spoke to Taehyung. He had never seen you two even look at each other, let alone speak, so why were you two speaking so intimately, as though you were friends?
You were smiling at something he said, when Jungkook felt a singe of pain. Then, he gulped. A realization dawned on him, all drowning him at once. All those moments where you had smiled at his dorky jokes, all those moments where you had helped him with his homework late at night, all those moments where you played with his hair when he was sick, all of those moments… meant so much more than he thought. You meant much more than a “best friend” ever could.
He watched you as Taehyung had started to kiss you. His eyes started to burn from unshed tears.
Jungkook was in love with you.
He felt his phone vibrate, and fumbled with grabbing it from his pocket.
[ 11:19 pm ] y/n: hey, something came up. can we please meet up tomorrow or at the house tonight?
He ran his hands over his face, taking one last glance of Taehyung taking you away hand in hand, before replying.
[ 11:20 pm ] kookie: yeah, sure, anything for u.
ah, so i decided to update this every sunday. sometimes it’ll be updated on saturday’s, so be aware of that. thank you all for the love and support i’m getting for this!
Characters: Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Kira Yukimura, Liam Dunbar, Mason Hewitt, Stiles Stilinski, Werewolf!Reader.
“Stop. You’re doing it wrong.” Derek told you, lifting your arm with his foot.
You groan and sit up, swiping the sweat off of your forehead. “I’ve been doing it wrong for an hour, Derek. Let me move on.”
He squats down to your height. “You’ll move on when you stop doing it wrong. Now start again.”
You sigh and lay back on your stomach, pushing yourself up on your arms.
You were a newbie to the whole supernatural world but Scott had told you that you were doing better than he did. You were bitten by Liam. It happened right after Scott had bitten him and he’s apologized profusely since. Derek has been training you and Liam at separate times. He’s especially rough on you and it gets hard to cope with sometimes.
“Y/N, if you ever want to learn to control your change you have to do this right!” He shouted and you exhaled loudly.
“If I ever want to learn to control my change I should ask Scott to teach me! All you ever do is nag and tell me I’m doing it wrong! When we aren’t training you’re rude and cocky and I’m sick of your disgusting personality!” You stand up and grab your keys. You flip him off before walking out the door. You slam the door behind you and jog out to your car. You think of the expression on his face. He looked hurt, but all the things you told him were true.
After your training session with Derek you were supposed to be at Scott’s for a pack meeting. He told you it was okay to shower there and that Kira had probably left something there you could wear.
You arrive at his house and quickly shower. You wrap yourself in a towel and pad to Scott’s room. He’d laid out one of his shirts and a pair of Kira’s shorts. You changed and went back downstairs. Everyone had arrived while you were gone so you quietly sat on the couch. You noticed Derek standing in the corner, his eyes focused on you.
You made eye contact with him and then rolled your eyes, averting your attention to Scott.
Your pack meetings were never meetings, it was more of a large hangout with everyone in the pack. “Stiles, did you bring the beer?” Scott asks and Stiles nods.
“I just don’t understand why you asked the most non-threatening person here to do it. I can’t go all wolfy on anyone. Besides isn’t Derek 21?” He looks over at Derek and Derek shrugs.
“That’s none of your business.” Derek replies and Scott laughs. You and Stiles share an annoyed look.
“Hey, Derek, how’s training going?” Scott threw a look over his shoulder at Derek.
“Liam’s doing great, he’s picking it up quickly.”
“What about Y/N?” Scott smiles at you.
“She’s..not great. In fact she’s probably one of the worst I’ve seen.” He raises an eyebrow at you and you scrunch your nose, huffing as you look away from him. You catch his smirk from the corner of your eye.
“I’m sure she’s not the worst..” Scott tries to defend you.
“You should see her. It’s pathetic really.” You flick your eyes to him and stand up. “I’d be better if you weren’t so tough on me.”
Derek starts to walk toward you. “I have to be tough on you. You’re terrible. Now I get why you’re the only one who doesn’t get invited to fight.”
You shake your head as he nears. “You’re a terrible teacher. I could get better tips on controlling my change from a sidewalk crack.” You cross your arms.
You hear Stiles spit out his beer, laughing. “God, you’re great.” He mutters and you smirk back at Derek.
At this point you and Derek were inches apart. “I wish you were more like Liam. You’re so idiotic. You can’t and you won’t learn anything. You’re better off as an omega.”
You cock your head to the side and whisper. “Then kick me out of the pack. I’d rather be alone than have to spend all of my time with you.”
“If I could kick you out I would. God, I wish I could.” He grits his teeth.
You flash your eyes at him and you feel your claws start to poke through. “Go to hell, asshole.”
Derek flashes his eyes back, trying to tell you to back down. At this point you were closer than you’d ever been to him, your chests were flush. “I knew I should’ve let Scott train you. I tried to take you under my wing, I thought you had potential. Now I know you’re just a pathetic little girl. You’re a sad excuse for a werewolf and it offends me you’d even call yourself apart of the pack.”
You scoff. “All you do is sulk around. You bitch and whine about your family all of the time. Don’t think I don’t hear you. You are the absolute worst person I’ve ever met, and that’s saying a lot considering I’ve met murderous psychopaths. I may be a sad excuse for a werewolf, but you, Derek Hale, are a sad excuse for a person. I hope you feel better now.” You push him off of you and go up to Scott’s room.
You sigh into your hands, trying to fight off the tears. You looked up to Derek, you thought of him as an older brother even. That all changed when you were bit. He seemed even more unbearable when you were in heat. It had only happened once but he wouldn’t even look at you. He was disgusted.
You knew you couldn’t cry because everyone would hear you. You sat in silence for about an hour before grabbing your keys and going downstairs.
Derek catches you at the bottom of the stairs. “Hey, I-”
You put a hand up. “Shove it, Hale.” You spit and you push past him.
“Y/N, where are you going?” Liam pokes his head up at you.
“Home.” You mumble and head for the door. You remember you’re in Scott’s shirt and you have it off and tossed at him before you can process your thoughts. You had a sports bra on, so there was nothing to see but you still smelled someone. You scanned the room and tried to pinpoint who’s arousal you caught but you didn’t care enough to stay to find out. “Bye guys. Kira I’ll get these back to you tomorrow.” She waves as you close the door.
The next day everyone was schedule to meet at Deaton’s to talk. Deaton wasn’t even in town but you guys needed a safe place. You’d had a Tinder date planned for a couple weeks so you were obviously over dressed. You’d felt online dating was a bit of a leap at your age but you still tried it. You walked in, sporting a pair of red stilettos. You had a black dress on that gathered at the waist. You’d curled your hair and done a full face of makeup. You felt way better than you had the previous night.
You heard Mason whistle and you laughed. “Shut up. I just wanted to make an appearance.”
He laughs. “Well you did. Quite a great one too.”
You head to the back room and everyone’s head peeked up at your entrance.
“Hey I can’t stay long, I have a date but I was hoping you guys could fill me in.” You smile. “Sure, come over here.” Scott waves you over. Derek’s eyes follow you as you walk.
You whip your head around to look at him. “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”
“Who’s your date?” Derek blurts out.
“Why do you care?” You cross your arms.
“Here we go again.” Scott says under his breath.
“I’m just wondering. I uh..I just wanted to make sure you were being safe.” You see everyone exchange glances.
“Since when do you care about my safety?” You roll your eyes and listen to Scott as he tells you what plan they’ve come up with.
Your date was a bust. You’d worn your good thong for nothing and all you could think about was a bowl of macaroni and cheese and a glass of wine.
You walk in the door and you’re greeted by Scott. “What the hell? How’d you-”
“Not important.” Scott interrupts.“You’re into Derek aren’t you?”
You’re caught off guard. “What? I-uh..no? No.” You try to say casually and Scott smirks.
“That’s all I need. Bye!” He walks out and your left in your empty apartment mildly confused. You spend most of your time wondering how, as a twenty-two year old woman, you spent all of your time with high school kids. They were all pretty mature, but sometimes they were a handful.
You didn’t want to go to training but you knew you had to. Derek never told you how bad you really were and now you feel like you need to prove yourself. You decide to dress up for the occasion. You wear a blue sports bra with matching athletic pants. You tie your shoes before leaving for Derek’s.
You weren’t sure he even knew you were coming. You were shocked to see everyone there when you walked in.
“Who’re you so dressed up for, Y/N?” Stiles wiggles his eyebrows at you.
“I’m not dressed up. Shut up.” You roll your eyes.
“Ready?” You ask Derek and he nods.
“I’m sure he is.” Scott looked at you two playfully.
You caught a whiff of someone and you sighed. You smelled arousal again. If you’d known everyone would be here with their hormones you would’ve worn a shirt.
“I’ll take you out back.” Derek mutters.
“As a matter of fact, he’ll take you anywhere.” Stiles smirks.
“Shut up, Stiles.” You and Derek said in unison.
“In my defense I was just enhancing the vibe.” Stiles throws his hands up.
“What vibe?” You cross your arms.
“Oh, you know..the overwhelming sexual tension.” Kira says casually.
You roll your eyes. You had feelings for Derek, yeah..but he didn’t reciprocate so why should you dwell on it?
“Oh, can it. All of you.” You shake your head. Derek leads you to the backyard and you start stretching. As you bent forward to touch your toes the scent of arousal grew stronger.
The scent was masked by cologne as a pair of strong hands gripped your waist.
“Relax. I’m just spotting you.”
“I don’t need spotted for stretches.” You stand up and grab a blanket, spreading it out before lying on your back. You pull a knee to your chest and Derek kneels in front of you, putting weight on it.
“You know what my mom used to tell me to make training easier?” Derek says, making small talk.
“What?” You switched knees.
“She told me to tell her a story. Usually I just told her about my day, but it made it more bearable.”
You move to your hands and knees, reaching back to grab your ankle. “It probably helps to have someone who loves you training you. Someone who cares about you.” You look over your shoulder at him as he pulls back on your ankle.
“You have that. You have that probably more than I did.” Derek replies. You drop your ankle and look at him. Did he just say he loves you?
“What did you just say?” You ask slowly.
“I think I just confessed my love for you.” Derek rubs his eyes.
“You…love..me?” You point at yourself as the two of you stand.
“It’s too late to change what I said now..but yes. I love you like crazy actually.”
You were going to milk this. “What do you love?” You smirk.
“God, what isn’t there to love? I love your smart mouth, the way you scrunch your face up when I annoy you, I love how you smell after you’ve been outside, I…honestly? I just love you.”
At this point you probably look like a cartoon character, when their hearts are pounding out of their chest. “I love you too.” You say quickly. You didn’t mean to say it, it just slipped out.
The both of you immediately are attached, your lips fitting perfectly together. You smell the arousal again, just now linking that it was Derek. You didn’t want to know before, because of how turned on you got when you caught the scent. You were afraid you’d be attracted to a high schooler.
Derek picks you up, somehow managing to stay in sync with your lips. You both pull away and lay your foreheads on each other.
“Why were you such an asshole to me?” You say quietly.
“I didn’t want you to feel obligated to date me if you knew I was in love with you.” He shrugs.
“Do you really think I’m as pathetic as you said?” You ask.
“Not at all, I just love when you’re mad.” He chuckled.
“I’m sorry for comparing you to a murderer.” You laugh.
“It’s okay. It’s kind of fitting.” Derek laughs with you.
The two of you are torn from each other by the sound of cheers and applause. You see everyone on the porch clapping and you roll your eyes.
“For God’s sake, go back inside!” You yell and they laugh.
“We should probably go back to my place.” You whisper in his ear and he smirks.
Silk satin printed in shades of light blue, aqua & lavender w/ gold lame brocade, bias cut, trained skirt, sleeveless, deep V in front & back, front bow, center back panel gathered at waist w/ gold metal & bead trim,
His stone cold eyes follow your figure as you walk at the same pace as him. You never look away. A malicious grin appears on his face and you gulp, finally stopping. He licks his lips, gazing at your body. He inhales a deep breath, tilting his upper body to the side. The storage room leaves you feeling eery and unsteady.
“No I can’t quit conceive what…all of this means…” he whispers, waving his giant hands around, still focused on you. “I might be wrong but, darling, can’t you see?” he muses, stepping forward. You can smell his scent; the crisp smell you know when autumn arrives. “Can’t you see, my darling?” Barry repeats, chestnut locks falling just over his thick eyebrow.
The words get caught in your throat and your fists tighten at the sides of your jeans. It’s not that you don’t know what he’s talking about; you do. All too well. The evil speedster cups your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your bone. “This bond between us seems so special to me…. Some kind of clear unspoken chemistry.” he mutters, forcing you to look at him.
Your lip quivers as you unwillingly lean into his embrace. The black jacket he has on scrunches at his elbows and his boots echo when he comes closer to you. “You don’t mean that, Barry.” you say sadly, watching a crease form in between his eyebrows. “You’ve never been interested in me.” you sniffle, referring to his 2017 self.
Savitar grits his teeth, squinting at you. “I always have! I was pathetic and didn’t tell you!” he retorts, raising his voice and taking his hand off your cheek. The speedster takes a deep breath before speaking again. “I tried to avoid all these thoughts inside… When you’re the only thing that’s on my mind.” he grumbles, setting his jaw.
Swallowing, you take a step back, wrapping your arms around yourself. You bite the inside of your cheek, eyes traveling down his face. Specifically, the side with the gnarly burns and light gray eye. It didn’t make him any less handsome. “Why are you telling me this?” you ask quietly, peering at the floor.
Yet again, a sick (but sexy) grin appears on Barry’s lips and he gathers your waist in his arms. His eyes focus on you for the most part. “I want you all to myself. I want him to suffer, so I can be born and find your love.” he explains, chuckling darkly. You suck in a deep breath, feeling yourself starting to melt in his arms.
The ‘god’ cradles you to his chest, repositioning his feet underneath himself. You gaze up at him, loving the way his full eyelashes flutter. “You’re the rope that holds me. I need you. What’s a god without his goddess?” Barry smirks, dragging his nimble fingers through your hair. “Come be mine.” he whispers, bending to your level; lips inches from yours. “I’m in need of love.”
Should you do this? Would 2017 Barry even notice if you left? Is this a part of Savitar’s plan? The message he’s sending is mixed. Taking a bold move, you press your lips to his, kissing him passionately, wrapping your arm around his neck. The speedster kisses back, lower lip attacking your upper one and hands on your waist.
You were in need of protection. He was in need of love.
The long awaited chapter 2! Also finale! Sorry for taking ten years to finish this. I got a new job so I’ve been working 24/7 and obviously me being me I got around to finishing this right when school starts. Well! I hope it meets everyone’s expectations, I’m actually extremely nervous writing this one because of the feedback I got for part 1. I hope you enjoy!
(God bless this photo again and whoever captured this beauty)
Summary: Jaebum is one of the most notorious gang leaders in South Korea. He is merciless and brutal allowing him and his group, GOT7, to own most of Seoul. One day he goes after a young female who happened to be interfering with his business, who ultimately stole 40 grand from him. However, he got the wrong girl. She was nothing but a poor student who worked overtime at night to pay for her rent, and when she’s not busy with school or work her favourite pass time was to give Jaebum a never-ending headache. The girl didn’t steal 40 grand from him. She stole so much more, his heart.
I blink flicking my eyes between Namjoon to Jaebum.
Jaebum’s jaw protruded out, something he did when he was angry. But compared to my brother, Namjoon was livid I could feel the heat curling off his skin. I move from Jaebum and stood in front of the slightly taller male. I place my hands on his shoulders and shook him. Namjoon finally breaks his intense staring contest with Jaebum and looks down at me where he realized that I was perfectly okay.
“Calm down,” I order and his eyes cast lower until they met the love kissed skin on my neck and the attire I was wearing. But surprisingly he closes his eyes for a moment with a sigh. I let my grip loosen on him as he seemingly calmed down but he suddenly shoves me behind his large frame.
“I should’ve made sure you were fucking dead!” My brother growls lunging for Jaebum.
I scream watching Namjoon’s fist connecting with Jaebum’s jaw sending him into the ground.
“And buried you six feet under!” Namjoon yells wrapping his long fingers around Jaebum’s already bruised neck, “I fuck you up and you go fuck my baby sister?!” He spits out, his grip tightening at each word.
“It’s…not like…that!” Jaebum gasps biting his lip as he struggles to rip Namjoon’s strong grip that was crushing his windpipe. In a panic I threw myself onto my brother’s back and hugged him tightly begging for him to stop. I could feel the muscles on his back ripple through his coat as he made no attempt in stopping. So I did what I had to.
I pull the collar of his shirt down and chomped my teeth down on his neck. The pain snaps him out of his kill mode. Allowing Jaebum to shove Namjoon off of him sending me toppling over as well. They both take a moment to breathe heavily with a hand clasped over their neck. I hit my brother a few times on his back for good measure before panting and sitting down on my knees at the sudden adrenaline rush.
“Okay first, I can’t believe you bit me. And second,” my older brother pants, “I can’t believe you did it in those Ryan Bear pjs!” For some reason he sounded more upset over the second issue.
“Namjoon ah! And I can’t believe you tried to kill my boyfriend!” I retort causing him to cringe.
“He’s not who you think he is,” Namjoon sighs rolling his eyes while rubbing at the teeth marks imprinted on his neck.
“And you aren’t who I thought you were too…and you’re my big bro.”
I frown standing up to kneel beside Jaebum. I place a hand over his to remove it from his neck so I can take a good look at what my brother did to him. Not only did Namjoon stab him, he also strangled him, he has a lot of explaining to do. I suck my teeth visibly seeing discolouration on his neck in the shape of a handprint. Jaebum gazes at me as I run the pads of my fingers against the sensitive skin. I look up sternly back at my brother then to Jaebum.
“You both have a lot of explaining to do. And there won’t be any hitting in my apartment got that?”
The ensemble was probably made in the 1770s as a sack back (robe à la française) and petticoat. In the 1780s it was converted to a robe à la piedmontese. A new separate bodice was made from silk from the back of the petticoat. The original sack-back pleats retained and fastened to the back neck of the new bodice.
Both were altered for fancy dress in the late 19th century. 19 small metal rings were sewn in a semi-circle on the skirts, below the waist, for gathering over a bustle. The waist binding was removed from the petticoat and replaced with a drawstring casing.
Author Note: Alright so I based Theseus Scamander’s looks on the actor who is said to play him so I tried to get him to look right! Anyways here you all are If you guys like it and ask I may make the 2nd part.
The smell of cinnamon drifted through the air stirring you from your sleep. You squinted your eyes as the sunlight from your window stretched across the room. The sound of humming reached your ears and you smiled recognizing the voice as Queenie Goldstein. You nestled into the blanket comforted by the sound of Queenie’s voice. This was how you’ve been woken every day since you and Newt stopped by. The quiet and calm a blessing after all the trouble you and Newt always find yourself in.
Heat spread across your cheeks at the thought of the magizoologist. The curly haired Hufflepuff and stolen into your affections but you don’t quite remember when it occurred. It’s as if he had always been the one you adored, though you knew that it was not the case.You nestled into the comforter sighing in contentment as butterflies flew about your stomach. To you, he was absolutely perfect. He was the only one for you the moment you met him it seemed.
Suddenly an empty feeling gripped you as you thought of the times at Hogwarts. An aching feeling gripped your chest at the thought of what you lost for Newt. Something that you had treasured for a long time… Your memories slowly blanketed your mind taking you back to those years.
It was your first year at Hogwarts. You shifted nervously in your seat as the train rattled on. Esmerelda, a young gray Kneazle with white spots across her fur, was curled up on your lap. Her ears twitching every now and then as she dreamt. You stroke behind her ears letting out a small sigh. “I guess It’s just us Esmerelda,” You mumbled watching the scenery outside your window blur past.
“You wouldn’t happen to want someone else in here… Would you?” You tensed slightly at the new voice and glanced up to meet chilling blue eyes. A slightly older boy stood in the doorway. His curly brown hair neatly combed to a side. He was holding a slightly worn suitcase and an air of confidence seemed to surround him.
You looked down shyly and continued to pet Esmeralda. “I suppose… I wouldn’t mind the company,” You mumbled. Your ears turning pink from embarrassment. You heard him let out a chuckle before sitting across from him. You glanced up again and began to study him again. A Gryffindor colored tie was tucked neatly underneath a nice jacket. “You’re a second year?”
He grinned slightly and leaned back against the seat putting his hands behind his head. “Yeah trust me you’ll enjoy Hogwarts.” He studied you slightly before sitting up again and holding out his hand. “I’m Theseus Scamander.” You nervously studied his hand and once again glanced at his face. You hesitantly shook his hand giving a small smile in return.
“Hi, Theseus I’m (Y/n) (L/n).”
After that, well you and Theseus were inseparable. He may have been a year older, but you two were the best of friends. Of course, it was your 4th year when you met Theseus’s little brother. Newt Scamander had just appeared in your life one day. It was in the days of September that changed everything.
“(Y/n) how’s transfiguration? Do you need help with anything?” You chuckled at Theseus’s concern flashing him a smile before grabbing a book from the library shelf. “Theseus relax! I know I struggled last year, but I’m getting the hang of it,” You stated while checking to make sure you grabbed the right book.
Theseus leaned against the bookshelf scanning your face for any sign of a lie. His eyes softened and he smiled sweetly at you. “Sorry (Y/n)… I’ll stop worrying so much,” He stated. You looked up and noticed that his gaze was suddenly on something else. You followed his gaze and frowned seeming confused.
A boy, about a year younger than you, stood in the doorway. A mop of curly ginger hair laid on his head. He was wearing Hufflepuff colors and was fairly tall. You tilted your head slightly noticing that the boy kinda looked like Theseus. The boy made his way to a table and pulled out a book that looked like it was about magical creatures.
Curiosity got the better of you as you started towards the boy. Theseus grabbed your arm narrowing his eyes slightly. “(Y/n) what are you doing?” He asked glancing at the boy once again. You frowned and pulled your arm away wincing at how tight he had been holding it. “I’m curious about that book he’s reading…. Is there a problem?” You crossed your arms defensively daring Theseus to test you.
Theseus glanced at the boy before looking back at you. His shoulders slumped slightly as he smiled apologetically. “No, I suppose not. Sorry (Y/n),” He replied. His voice suddenly quiet and meek. He ruffled your hair and turned away. “I better go I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Your stomach churned uneasily as you watched Theseus walk out of the library. You didn’t understand why he suddenly had to go and some voice inside told you to go after him. Yet, you brushed the voice aside and walked over to the boy. You hesitantly sat down across from him and said very quietly, “Um excuse me.” The boy looked up and tensed slightly as if any moment you were going to turn into some monster.
“What book are you reading?” You asked tilting your head as you studied it. A strange beast was on the cover. It looked like a snake, but there were wings spread across the cover that seemed to be part of it. The boy looked down before glancing up at you. “You’re really interested in this?” He questioned. You smiled slightly and nodded. “Yeah, I’m really curious.”
The boy replied nervously, “Well It’s about magical creatures.” You shifted slightly in your seat trying to ignore the odd feeling in your stomach. “Well, I’d love to hear about it. I’m (Y/n) (L/n) by the way.” The boy smiled and for a moment it reminded you of Theseus. “Hi (Y/n), I’m Newt Scamander.”
You sighed and nestled deeper into the blankets thinking about Theseus. The two of you haven’t spoken ever since that year. It was like the moment you spoke with Newt. He didn’t want you anymore.
You shook your head pushing those thoughts aside. You smiled slightly remembering Newt promised to show you around New York today. You got out of bed shivering as the cold air reached you. You made your way into the kitchen a small smile growing on your face. Queenie was waving her wand setting things up for breakfast. The smell of Cinnamon was stronger in this room and a song hummed through the room. Her eyes met yours and a small smile grew on her face.
“Oh good morning sweetie! Did you sleep well?” You gave a nervous smile still warming up Queenie. “Yes, Queenie. Hey, do you know if Newt’s up?” You leaned against the doorway smiling slightly at the thought of where he’d take you today. A look of worry seemed to cross Queenie’s face but it was gone before you could be sure.
She turned away continuing with her work. “Sorry Sweetie I think he’s still sleeping,” She said sweetly. With a wave of her wand, she set a few pieces of bread on a plate. “How about you eat? You must be hungry.” You frowned slightly and reluctantly sat down. “I guess I can eat,” You mumbled quietly. You tried to ignore the anxious pit growing in your stomach as you ate. Newt was usually up by now…
You quickly finished the breakfast glancing at the clock and frowning slightly. You stood up and stretched and gave Queenie a small smile. “Thanks for the meal Queenie… I’m gonna go check on Newt real quick.” You made your way down the hall not hearing Queenie’s protests. You slowly pushed the door to his room open. Your heart fell at the sight in front of you.
Newt and Tina were slow dancing a familiar tune drifting through the room. Newt’s face was red as he kept his hands on her waist. Tears gathered in your eyes, yet you couldn’t make yourself move. Tina smiled and had her arms around his neck. “Your getting pretty good Scamander,” She teased grinning up at him. Your heart was beating fast now. It felt like adrenaline but this kind burned and caused your throat to feel closed off.
Newt gave a nervous chuckle before replying, “Well it’s thanks to you.” She smiled slightly studying Newt’s face. You watched as She kissed Newt… The one person you’ve ever liked. Tears were streaming down your face as you closed the door quietly trying to quiet your thoughts. But they kept swirling around shouting and mocking you. You let out a quiet sob and you quickly made your way to your room.
Why her? Out of everyone why her? You stuffed clothes into a bag the room becoming a blurr. You know why! She’s beautiful! Your just a friend. He doesn’t like you. You let out more sobs as your thoughts tore at your heart. Your chest suddenly feeling tight as if a boulder was crushing you. You grabbed your wand not even thinking straight.
Not caring about the consequences, You apparated all the way to a certain place in England.
You cried out in pain as you landed. Pain shot through your leg sending another wave of tears dripping down your cheeks. You were sprawled out on a carpeted floor. You closed your eyes letting out another sob as your leg throbbed. Footsteps came from the staircase to the right of the room. You opened your eyes trying to take in the blurry surroundings.
“(Y/n)!? Merlin’s Beard! What’s happened!” You whimpered at the voice as they came over. They knelt down gently taking you in their arms. You looked up and were met with concerned icy blue eyes. “That leg doesn’t look good (Y/n)” He scolded.
Tears dropped onto his shirt as You clung onto him. “It hurts Theseus…” You whimpered. “I know I’ll fix it (Y/n)” Theseus said holding you closer.
You were pretty sure that he didn’t know… And you were pretty sure that he couldn’t fix it…
A/N: To everyone who sent me messages, feedback and requests to be tagged after Chapter 1 - THANK YOU SO MUCH! Yours were the very first I have ever received and it means a lot. I hope I remembered everyone and my apologies if my replies got lost in the void (my devices don’t seen to like sending replies)
To my twitter babes: thanks for the support. I love you almost as much as I love Sebby ;)
Chapter 2: The Morning After
The next morning you wake slowly, head pounding and heavy with a hazy recollection of how the evening ended. Lying in bed, eyes still closed, you search your memory only to find it overloaded with images of Bucky.
The last coherent scene in your head was a rather lively game of pool with Bucky and Steve. You remember Bucky, when he wasn’t busy running his tongue over his lips to distract you, going to great lengths to ensure you had a perfect view of his ass whenever he leaned over to line up his shot. You repaid the favour by taking every opportunity to smack his ass with your pool stick and by bending over the table a little too deeply so that he got an eyeful of your cleavage. Between the flirtatious smack talk and flashing of body parts, you remember Steve walking away, grumbling something about being a third wheel.
Everything after that was a blur except for the vague memory of two strong arms carrying you to the elevator, but you couldn’t be certain if that was real or just a dream. The whole night seemed like a dream, just too good to be true.
Hey fabrickind! I wanna cosplay panty anarchy from panty and stocking with garter belt but I can't find any tutorials on how I can make her angel outfit, do you think you can help me out, please?
I found this breakdown of her outfit that you may find useful, though you may need to translate it into English. Keep in mind that you may not be able to find tutorials for the exact items you want, but that you can often find tutorials or patterns for similar items that can be modified or adapted into what you are looking for.
To me this looks like a draped top and layers of circle skirts with some draped detail at the waist. If you can’t find gladiator sandals like hers for purchase, you can create the straps out of ribbon (if you have fewer sewing skills) or out of strips of pleather or spandex that you sew into place. Here’s a leg strap tutorial.
For the skirts, you can layer circle skirts that have been stiffened with horsehair braid, or you can create a very ruffly skirt like this one (though you’ll need to change the shape at the bottom slightly so it sticks out more). I’d use double circle skirts or even triple. It’s ambiguous here if the waist is gathered or if it’s just a LOT of material that’s forcing the ripples, so you can either create two or three circle skirts the same as your waist measurement and gather them down to fit, or you can divide your waist by two or three so that the waist is fitted. (I’d go with layers of gathered triple circle skirts myself, but I like a lot of poof.) The waist detailing appears to be a rectangle of fabric that has been pinched up into gathers and likely would attach with hooks and eyes or pins to the skirt, underneath the hearts.
Here’s a tutorial on the hearts. The link itself is sadly broken, but the image should give you an idea of what they did. You can also cast them in resin, or shape them from clay (I’d use a mold if doing clay so that you have even sizes and shapes).
For the top, if you can find this pattern or one similar, something like view A would be nearly perfect. You can also modify a pattern for an empire waist draped dress with a halter neck (just don’t make anything below the underbust seam), or use another halter bikini top pattern. (In the US at least, we’re getting into both prom and swimwear seasons, so these types of patterns might be a little easier to find.) Make sure that your pattern doesn’t have too low of a V in front, and that it has a wider band than just a string tie. Those are going to be the most important design details here.
“What is Victor doing here, Phichit? I’m freaking out.”
Without waiting for a response, Yuuri goes into the bathroom for the eightieth time in search of something he didn’t find the first seventy-nine visits. A moment later, he comes back into the bedroom with empty hands.
Phichit’s dark eyes dance with amusement.
For someone who keeps protesting having dinner with his idol, Yuuri sure has gotten dressed in a hurry. He looks good, too—wearing black slacks and a vivid blue, button-down shirt he had to borrow from Phichit because he neglected to pack anything other than casualwear. The shirt is more fitted on Yuuri, the fabric stretching across the curves of his chest before gathering attractively at his waist. He’s put on a few pounds in the last two weeks thanks to some nervous eating habits, but the weight looks good on him, rounding out his cheeks (all four of them) with a bit of padding.
“Obviously, he likes you,” Phichit says, eyeing the impressive bouquet of blue roses on the table by the window. They’ve filled the whole room with an intoxicating fragrance. “That must have been some pole-dance.”
You smoothed down the front of the stiff taffeta, fingers itchy with anxiety. You’d never worn anything so formal. The dress was gorgeous, an almost midnight blue, crisp with just a little shine, so that the light reflected off the subtle details - a gather at the waist, embroidery across the bust, tiny sequined stones throughout the skirt. It felt almost too much, but Uhura had insisted that she’d felt underdressed when she’d attended the ball last year. Your hair was piled in a strategically understated jumble of carefully pinned curls, a few loose tendrils sweeping your cheeks. And despite the fact that you worried your face might crack from the weight of the make-up on it, you glowed with a natural radiance that showed off the heightened pink in your cheeks from the nervousness you were feeling. You looked, by your estimation, like a better, more beautiful version of yourself. Like how you would imagine you looked if you were a storybook princess, free of blemishes.
There was a knock at your hotel door, startling you out of the trance you’d fallen into, staring at yourself. You flushed with embarrassment to be caught admiring your reflection, and then realized no one had really seen you doing it. You opened the door to see Jim standing there, looking more handsome than you’d ever seen him. Handsome enough that you felt just a little pinch of wistful desire for the man you considered one of your closest friends. What if? It was almost as though your heart was asking it with every accelerated beat. You took in the crisp pressed seams of his dress uniform, the shiny brass of his rank insignia on his chest. You hadn’t seen his hair so neat since he’d been awarded his captaincy so long ago.
“You look exquisite.” “You’ve never been handsomer.” You spoke at the same time and both cut short your compliments with a short laugh. Had he called you exquisite? The word brought a flush to your cheeks. You glanced up through your eyelashes at him and saw that the tips of his ears had pinkened from your compliment.
Mateo was raised knowing all of the old Avaloran dances, compliments of his mother. When Elena finds out, she insists that he dance with her. In doing so, she discovers a side to her friend that she didn’t know existed and finds herself eager to learn more.
Note: This was a collaboration project with @lovelyrugbee!!!! She provided the story prompt idea and the stunning artwork!!!
Elena was nearly bursting with excitement when she arrived at the Old Square and saw with her own eyes that no effort had been spared on the preparations for the newly reinstated Avaloran Heritage Festival. The square was so festive with the colorful banners and garlands that had been draped along the tops of the surrounding buildings. Strings of lanterns had been strung across the square, which further transformed the area with their intimate glow as they flickered and burned in the twilight. Her mouth watered as the spicy scent of pozole and the sweet smell of freshly baked pan dulce mingled together, tickling her nose as it wafted through the air.
But what really caught the princess’s attention was the music. She adored music of all kinds, but traditional Avaloran folk music truly had a special place in her heart–– perhaps it was because it was the music of her childhood nearly half a century ago. The rhythm and the syncopated melodies had her toes tapping in time to the music and sent a surge of uninhibited joy spiraling out from her heart and into her very soul.
She wandered closer to the center of the square, looking around for the one she had been most looking forward to sharing the festival with–– her dearest friend, Mateo. She hadn’t had a chance to see him yet since his mother was the head of the festival committee, and he had been helping her with festival preparations all that day. As she stood on the outskirts of the crowd, she took a moment to smooth her dress and check that the flower garland she’d woven into her hair was secure. She was especially excited about her new dress–– she’d had it made especially for the festival. It was a traditional Avaloran folk gown, with a ruffle draping her slender shoulders and a full circular skirt gathered at the waist–– perfect for spinning and twirling. She had selected a lightweight white fabric with swirling vines of red roses embroidered around the hem of the skirt and a simple red border embroidered along the edge of the ruffle about her shoulders. Her hair was styled in its typical ponytail but with a wreath of red, pink and yellow roses encircling the crown of her head.
Once satisfied that everything was in place and secure, she carefully made her way through the crowd towards the open area where the musicians and dancers had gathered. As she passed by, several people called out greetings to their crown princess, which she cheerfully returned while still keeping her focus on her end goal–– finding Mateo. Finally, she edged through the crowd and saw the dancers in the square. A little past the dance floor, she spied a group of teenagers sitting on a pile of crates that had been set aside for who knew what purpose. She grinned as she spotted Mateo lounging lazily on a tall crate, laughing at something one of the other boys had said and shaking his head in protest as another boy gave him a friendly punch him on the shoulder.
Elena bounded around the edge of the dance floor and ran straight for the group of teens, waving enthusiastically as she called out her greeting, “Hey Mateo!”
Upon realizing that the newcomer was the crown princess, every one of the teens in the group–– except Mateo–– scrambled to their feet and fell into hasty bows and curtseys followed by a chorus of “Your highness!”
Mateo didn’t move from his crate, he just grinned at Elena knowing that she didn’t care for the formalities.
Crossing her arms and cocking a hip to one side, Elena said with a cheeky grin, “Thanks everyone, but you don’t have to bow, really. It’s ok, you can stand up!”
They all straightened and looked at one another somewhat awkwardly, as if somewhat unsure of what to say next. She just smiled at them and said, “What were you talking about before I interrupted? It looked like something funny.”
One of the girls piped up with a giggle, “We were just trying to convince Mateo to get out on the dance floor and show us his moves!” Several of the other teens cheered and whistled for Mateo who was blushing scarlet and rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.
Elena beamed at Mateo, surprised delight twinkling in her eyes. “What?! I didn’t know that you danced!”
“I don’t!” he protested, “Not really. It’s just that my mother taught me all of the traditional Avaloran dances growing up. You know, the sambarosa, the merengue, the salsa, the rumba, the malagueña…” he counted off the dances he knew on his fingers. Elena was impressed.
“Well, now I have to see this! Come on, I’ll dance with you!”
If it was possible, Mateo blushed an even deeper shade of scarlet as he fidgeted where he sat, running his hand through his already messy hair. His friends were laughing and taunting him, trying to convince him to dance with the crown princess.
Finally, he got to his feet and stepped over to his best friend as he grinned sheepishly at her. “Ok! Fine! Sure, I’ll dance with you Elena.”
Elena bounced on her toes, clapping happily as she said, “Yay! Ok, come on!” and she grabbed Mateo by the hand and took off running, dragging him through the crowd, to the edge of the dance floor. Glancing sidelong at him, she asked, “So, which dance would you like to do?”
He thought a moment before responding. “How about the malagueña? Do you know that one?”
She grinned. “Of course I do! I love that dance, it’s so fun and full of energy!”
So Mateo stepped over to where the musicians were gathered and placed their names on the list of dancers along with the song they would like to dance to. As they waited their turn, Elena examined her dance partner from head to foot, noticing his neatly embroidered black jacket and how well it went with the red sash about his waist. She said, “Hey, you look great tonight, by the way. I love your new jacket! It suits you.”
She thought she saw a hint of pink returning to his cheeks before he answered, clearing his throat, “Er, thanks Elena! You look beautiful tonight. Is that a new dress?”
“Yes, it is and thank you!” She grinned at her friend.
Soon it was their turn and they walked arm in arm out to the middle of the dance floor, where Mateo knelt on one knee and smiled shyly up at her. Elena took a few steps back, gathering her skirts and smiled back at her dear, sweet friend as she waited for the music to begin.
The first few chords washed over her and she allowed herself to become one with the music and the dance. In that instant, her world had reduced itself to three things–– Mateo, the music, and herself. Nothing more mattered. She held his gaze as she slowly danced towards him in time to the music, twirling and swishing her skirts as she approached, slowly at first and more quickly as the music gradually increased in tempo. When she reached him, their gazes locked, and he never broke eye contact as she circled him. Her heart skipped a tiny beat as she thought she saw something burning deep within those eyes, slowly working its way to the surface–– her breath caught in her throat–– was that confidence she saw?
As she finished circling her partner for the second time, he fluidly rose to his feet and reached a hand out to her. Grinning, she took his hand and was taken aback by the electricity that coursed between them upon contact. With a flick of his wrist, he had her twirling into his arms where they stood for the briefest of pauses, her hand cupping his cheek as she looked up into his eyes once more–– her sweet friend was still there but he looked back at her with an air of confidence that she had never associated with Mateo before.
With another precise arm motion, he had Elena spinning and twirling around him, ending in a practiced dip that took Elena’s breath away. This was not the typical charmingly awkward and slightly clumsy Mateo that she knew. This Mateo had apparently taken his dance lessons as seriously as his study of magic, perhaps even more so, for this was a new, suave, take charge kind of young man who held her confidently in his arms.
Elena had danced the malagueña many times before, but never like this! The music picked up in tempo and intensity, and along with it rose her heart rate as she danced with her best friend–– his gaze sparking with intensity upon her as he stepped away to circle her while she clapped in time to the music. His moves were practiced and precise, adding just the right amount of personality and flair to the traditional dance. When he stopped in front of her and reached for her hand once again, she was slightly more prepared for the electricity that flowed between them as he took her in his arms and led her across the dance floor, the pair of them dancing and spinning as a single unit in perfect harmony with one another. With every twirl and dip, the intensity in his eyes grew and she felt utterly intrigued.
They broke apart, and circled each other in time to the music, clapping and twirling around one another, their eye contact never wavering for even a second. Elena stared through those eyes into the depths of his soul and liked what she saw there–– what he hadn’t quite grown into yet. That sweet, kind, and gentle boy who was brave and had so much potential if he could just harness that inner strength she had always known was deep within him.
The pair came together once more and burst across the dance floor, Mateo deftly guiding the princess through a flurry of twists and spins that completely took her breath away. And as the final refrain echoed into the night, Mateo held Elena, breathless in his arms, her back arched in a graceful dip–– she looked into those warm hazel eyes she knew so well and found herself eager to learn just how much more there was to this wonderful boy who she was lucky enough to call her best friend.
“Excuse me?” you start in a fake shocked tone. “Which of us was on the house Quidditch team again? Oh, right, me.”
“Please,” Sirius scoffs, earning a hearty groan from the werewolf next to him. “We both know I’m the better flyer, if I had wanted to be on the team, I would have been.”
“Yeah right, like you would have missed an opportunity to be in the limelight. If you had the skills you would have been on the team, Black, everyone knows that,” you retort quickly,
“Come on, we should leave them to this,” Remus sighs standing up to usher Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny from the room. “They’ll be at this for hours.”
“Don’t crush the beans,” Sirius berates, shooing you away from the potion ingredients with a frown. “If you snap them it allows the juice to flow without any of the actual bean coming with it.”
“I know what I’m doing, Black,” you mutter under your breath, attempting to get back to what you were doing.
“If you knew what you were doing you wouldn’t be getting it wrong,” he states, the smallest hint of an amused smirk playing on his lips as you mockingly mimic his words.
“Maybe it wasn’t him,” Sirius pipes up, drawing a familiar groan from both Remus and Tonks as they await the no doubt insensitive words that were bound to follow.
“Excuse me?” you ask, eyebrows raised defiantly, almost daring him to continue that line of thought when you were obviously already rather upset from your failed date.
“Maybe it wasn’t that there wasn’t a spark, maybe you just don’t know how to kiss,” he replies, the corners of his lips curling upwards as he leans forwards, bracing himself against the edge of the table.
“I know how to kiss,” you reply, your tone sharp and cutting. How dare he think that was the reason there was no spark? There was no spark because there wasn’t enough attraction, or you weren’t as compatible as you had hoped… whatever the reason, it wasn’t something you were to blame for.
“Prove it,” he smirked, moving towards you only to edge himself between the table and your seat.
With a fierce determination to show not only that he was wrong, but to prove that in this crucial matter you could certainly out do him, you stood with a fire in your eyes. With a hand cupping either side of his face, your lips meet his with a passionate force behind them. His hands gather at your waist, pulling you forwards as he runs the tip of his tongue slowly, almost tauntingly, against your lower lip before deepening the kiss.
Suddenly, and without warning, the tone changes. The fiery determination in you melts away as something calmer takes over. No longer do you want to prove yourself, you simply want to enjoy the moment, and, without understanding why or how, you feel exactly what you had missed earlier that night with your date. A spark, strong and clear, runs through you both as your lips move in tandem.
Confusion pulls you apart perhaps earlier than you might have liked, but as you lean back slightly, catching your breath, you notice a genuine smile on Sirius’ lips, no mockery in sight.
“You were right,” he nods gently, not letting his hands leave your sides. “You definitely know how to kiss.”
Reader is a very cuddly sleeper. That means whoever walks near his bed in the shared barracks under the shuttle in WP:G is liable to be swooped up by a sleeping reader and tightly cuddled the rest of the night. After going to the toilet, Mei, Mercy, and character of your choice get swooped by sleeping snuggle monster and held for the night. Did they pass by reader's bunk intentionally? Do they like the snuggles? Do they snuggle back, or guide reader's hands to handle more lewd places?
Aw haha, I like this~ Yeah, I can imagine Reyes being totally cuddly whilst asleep but denying it whenever someone questions him about it!! Personally, I think Mei would be a little taken off guard by being swooped into a hug by Reyes and would freeze (as in stay still) and would be too afraid to try to wriggle away, but she’d eventually accept it and cuddle him back. Mercy, on the other hand, would complain, wriggle and poke him whilst trying to get free - though as Reaper’s arm gathered firmly around her waist and falls asleep, Mercy would simply sigh, accept her fate and fall asleep herself~
Reaper x Reader:
Walking back to your bunk, you yawned and scratched your hip from underneath your large pajama shirt. Careful not to wake anyone up, you heard the soft sounds of your teammates sleeping, but thankfully Mccree hadn’t decided to punish the dorm with his insufferable snoring tonight. Flopping down onto your bed, you pulled the grey curtains across for some privacy and dived under the blankets. A couple of hours of drifting in and out of sleep, you suddenly thought you heard the gentle whirr of a curtain being pulled. Before you even realized what was happening, someone had climbed into bed with you - no, not with you, they had climbed into your bed.
Propping yourself up on your elbows, your eyes widened as they wrapped their arms around your waist and mumbled in a foreign language with a gravely tone. “Reyes?” you whispered in shock as the ex-blackwatch commander pressed his face against your shoulder and pulled you gently to lie down. “What are you doing?” you hissed, conscious not to wake up anyone around you. “Shush” he yawned as he pulled you to his chest and wrapped his arms around you, his legs gently touching yours as he intertwined your legs with his.
Trying to wriggle free, Reyes’ grip just became tighter. Feeling the blood rush to your face, you huffed softly and closed your eyes. You wanted to ask a million questions as to why Reyes was… snuggling you like this, but as sleep overcame you, you felt your eyelids droop. The gentle sound of Reaper’s breathing helped you to drift off to sleep and although you weren't conscious of it, you had rested your face against his chest during the night.
Though you were certain Reyes was asleep himself, you couldn’t have been more wrong. Although he had his eyes shut, Reyes sighed happily in a sleep-like state and inhaled deeply as he enjoyed the feeling of your warmth in his arms. Opening his eyes, he could just about make out the gentle flutter of your eyelashes as you dreamed, how your lips parted slightly and quivered. Smiling, Reaper rested his forehead against yours, stroking your hair as he fell asleep himself.
The next morning…
“Wakey-wak- WHAT IN TARNATION”.
(A very confused Mccree when he went to wake you up to see you and Reaper cuddling and fast asleep)