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Mischief and Babygirl // A Stiles Stilinski Roommate AU Smut

Prompt: Imagine two people being in a situation where they can’t stand each other and are forced to live together. They hate each other with every fiber in their body and are always mad about the smallest things. But, what they didn’t know was that they had made an online friend and had grown very fond of each other and started dating online with each other. When they decided to meet up and see one another for the first time, they find themselves in a very shocking and unexpected situation.

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Mutual Masterbation, Dirty Talk, Sexting, Nudes, Oral (male on female), Fingering, and Swearing.

Word Count: 6,829

A/N: This is definitely one of my favorite one-shots I have written. I really hope y’all like it, too. It’s another round of me and @celestial-writing just putting ideas together (love you)! Also, how fucking hot is angry Stiles tho???

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Immediately letting out a shout as anger boiled up inside of her for the millionth time today because of the same freckled boy, (Y/N) grabbed the empty jug of milk out the refrigerator and trudged towards the dining room table. There sat her four roommates and greatest friends in the world, well everyone except Stiles Stilinski that is.

“Stiles!” She yelled, throwing the empty bottle in his lap and startling him. “I swear to God, if you ever leave anything empty in the fridge again, I will kick your sorry ass!”

“Sweetheart, you couldn’t kick this ass no matter how hard you tried.” Stiles scoffed and took the bottle off of his body to place it on the table.

“You wanna bet?” (Y/N) threatened.

“Funny.” He laughed which only made the young woman even more furious than she already was.

Stiles immediately jumped when she harshly slammed her hand down on the surface in front of him, leaning her face so close to his that they were only inches apart.

“Never doubt a woman’s capacity to destroy someone.” (Y/N) stated, her voice harsh enough to make him gulp. “We do know how to perfectly get rid of blood stains after all.”

“Damn, Stiles.” Scott chuckled from his seat on the table. “If I were you, I’d go buy a lifetime supply of milk right now just to protect myself.”

“Nah,” Camile disagreed and everyone could hear the smile in her voice. “What they need to do is sleep with each other already. The sexual tension between you two is really tiring.”

“I’ll say.” Madi groaned. “I’m the one who’s room is right next to theirs and, God, the fighting is non-stop. Just have sex already, please? Not for the love of God, but for my sanity!”

“(Y/N) wishes she could get into my pants.” Stiles smirked, a grin playing on his lips as their eyes locked.

“Oh please, Stiles.” She scoffed, standing up straight again. “As if you actually had something in your pants that interested me.”

“Ouch.” Scott cringed and a devious smirk made its way onto (Y/N)’s lips when she noticed Stiles get offended by her comment. “I’d leave her alone after that one.”

Stiles angrily skid his chair back, its legs screeching against the tiles, and stood up. As intimidating as it was to have him look down into her eyes due to how much taller he was, (Y/N) stood her ground and didn’t dare shy away.

Out of nowhere, Scott picked up the butter knife he was using for his bagel and unexpectedly begin to swat the air in between the two young adults.

“What'cha doing there, Scott?” Stiles asked, their eyes now staring at their fellow roommate.

“Trying to cut the sexual tension between you two, but damn it’s too strong.” He laughed, the two other girls in the room laughing loudly along with him.

“Screw all of you.” (Y/N) huffed, walking away from every single one of them and going up the stairs to her room in anger.

As much as she hated to admit it, Scott was unfortunately right. There’s no doubt about the sexual tension within (Y/N) and Stiles and, yes, both of them have yet to confess that they’ve thought about being with each other on more than one occasion. But, even though she does have a secret crush on him and would love it if Stiles got under her bedsheets, the way he gets under her skin frustrates (Y/N) more.

Reaching the first floor of the house the five of them rent so they don’t have to live in crappy dorm rooms, the furious girl walked inside of her bedroom and shut the door behind her. The sound echoed through the halls and the four left downstairs all jumped at the sudden sound. Scott, Camile and Madi instantly glaring at Stiles.

(Y/N) immediately laid down on her messy bed and grabbed her phone from her nightstand. Tapping on the instant message app, she began texting her online friend. I wouldn’t exactly say that they were just online friends because it’s so much more than that. They’ve been texting each other anonymously for about a year now and couldn’t get enough. Neither one of them have ever shared a picture of their faces because they want to focus on personality and not appearance. All the time that they’ve spent texting, both knew for a fact that they really liked one another. Which is why the two are beyond nervous for their first blind date tonight.


Babygirl 💋 [12:45 pm]: Today is the day I commit my first murder, Mieczyslaw

Mischief 💚 [12:45 pm]: Roommate again? 😂

Mischief 💚 [12:46 pm]: Well, where do you want us to hide the body?

Babygirl 💋 [12:46 pm]: Should we just bury him out in the woods?

Mischief 💚 [12:46 pm]: Nah, that’s a dead end. The cops would find it too easily

Mischief 💚 [12:46 pm]: What we need to do is go to the zoo and when no one’s looking

Mischief 💚 [12:47 pm]: We throw his body in the lion’s den

Mischief 💚 [12:47 pm]: There’s no crime if there’s no evidence

Babygirl 💋 [12:47 pm]: You know, sometimes your intelligence really scares me

Babygirl 💋 [12:47 pm]: You’re too much of a fucking genius!

Mischief 💚 [12:48 pm]: Just a genius?

Mischief 💚 [12:48 pm]: Nothing else? 😉😏

Babygirl 💋 [12:48 pm]: And really fucking sexy

Babygirl 💋 [12:48 pm]: Especially when you talk cop to me

Mischief 💚 [12:49 pm]: Well, in that case…

Mischief 💚 [12:49 pm]: All units proceed with caution

Mischief 💚 [12:49 pm]: We have a 180 on our hands here

Babygirl 💋 [12:50 pm]: Fuck

Babygirl 💋 [12:50 pm]: The things you do to me…

Mischief 💚 [12:50 pm]: What kind of things, baby?

Mischief 💚 [12:50 pm]: Tell me everything you’re thinking 😉


(Y/N)’s entire body sparked with immediate desire the second she finished reading his message and she could already tell her panties were slowly getting wetter by the second.


Babygirl 💋 [12:51 pm]: Well, for starters

Babygirl 💋 [12:51 pm]: I can’t wait till our date tonight because I’ll finally be able to feel your lips on my own

Babygirl 💋 [12:51 pm]: I’ll get to feel your hands all over my body

Babygirl 💋 [12:52 pm]: The friction of our skin sliding against each other taking over all of my thoughts


Stiles Stilinski shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he continued to read the dirty texts his online friend was sending him. The excitement for their blind date tonight getting stronger than ever and Stiles honestly couldn’t wait until he finally came face-to-face with the girl that completely takes over his thoughts. Well, second girl that is. The first being his favorite roommate (Y/N) (Y/L/N). He knew that he irritated her beyond belief, but he couldn’t help but think how beautiful she looked everytime her eyes glared at him with such fury that it instantly became sexy or how her lip would snarl in anger and how much he desperately wanted to bite down on it.

Their relationship was an addictive game of Cat and Mouse and both parties enjoyed every second.


Mischief 💚 [12:53 pm]: Fuck, baby

Mischief 💚 [12:53 pm]: What else?


“Do you have ants in your pants or something?” Camile questioned the smirking young man and Stiles’ head immediately snapped up at the blonde. “Stop moving so much in your seat, dude.”

“U-Uh…” Stiles stuttered, feeling like he just got caught doing something very naughty. Which wasn’t exactly far from what was going on on his phone. “S-Sorry.”


Babygirl 💋 [12:54 pm]: I can’t wait till your mouth attaches to my neck

Babygirl 💋 [12:54 pm]: Then slowly keeps going down and down…


“Why do you keep grinning at your phone like that?” Madi asked, tearing Stiles away from the intoxicating text.

“He’s talking to his internet girlfriend.” Scott smirked. “They pretty much sext daily.”

“We do not sext daily!” Stiles complained at the same time that (Y/N) sent him a picture of her body in just her underwear, showing him exactly what he would be touching tonight. “Fuck.”

“What’d she send this time?” Scott laughed, the three curious twenty year olds trying to peak over Stiles’ phone to see.

“None of your business, Scott.” Stiles scolded, getting up from his chair and trudging away towards the staircase. “Or anyone else’s for that matter!”

“Make sure to clean yourself up afterwards!” Camile yelled.

“You’re disgusting!” Stiles shouted back, a holler of laughter taking over the dining room. “Go to hell!”

“Only if you’re there, too!”

Once Stiles reached his bedroom, he entered his safe space and shut the door behind him. By the way their texts were leading up to something more, he knew for a fact things were about to get hot and heavy and he didn’t need anyone passing by his room to see him in a very vulnerable state.


Mischief 💚 [1:02 pm]: I can’t wait to touch you, baby

Mischief 💚 [1:02 pm]: I’m literally counting the seconds until I finally get to lick your stomach

Babygirl 💋 [1:03 pm]: Fuck, Mieczyslaw

Babygirl 💋 [1:03 pm]: What else are you gonna do to me?

Mischief 💚 [1:03 pm]: My tongue is gonna keep going lower until it reaches the place you want me the most

Mischief 💚 [1:04 pm]: Then, I’m going to slowly circle it around your swollen nub

Mischief 💚 [1:04 pm]: I’m gonna wrap my lips around you and suck so hard you’ll be cumming in a matter of seconds

Babygirl 💋 [1:04 pm]: Oh God, Mieczyslaw

Babygirl 💋 [1:04 pm]: Keep going

Babygirl 💋 [1:05 pm]: I’m almost there


In the short time that Stiles spent arguing with his friends downstairs and texting her the dirty things she so desperately wanted to read, (Y/N) had removed her clothes, taken a picture of herself for him and began working on her own body thanks to how hot he’d made her. She started out by moving her hand slowly around her clitoris before using her other hand to pump two fingers inside of her soaking wet core. Even though she really liked Mieczyslaw, she didn’t exactly know what he looked like so, as shameless and dirty as it was, (Y/N) thought about the first sexy guy she could think of. That handsome man being, none other than, the exact same person that was currently thinking about her as he quickly unzipped his jeans and pushed his hand inside of his boxers to get a hold of himself.


Mischief 💚 [1:06 pm]: Fuck, that’s so hot

Mischief 💚 [1:06 pm]: Send me a picture

Babygirl 💋 [1:07 pm]: Attachment


Stiles cock twitched when he noticed that she hadn’t sent him a picture, but an actual video instead. Rubbing himself with one hand, Stiles used the other to press play on the video with eagerness laced in his blood. The footage began to roll and the boy licked his lips in anticipation. Stiles groaned and increased his pace on himself when he realized it was a video of the girl fingering herself for him, her sexy moans almost pornographic. It consisted of a full view of her body, her breasts perky for him as her finger moved fastly inside of herself. In a matter of seconds, (Y/N)’s legs began shaking to indicate she would be soon falling over the edge and that’s exactly what happened. Hearing the girl moan shamelessly and watching her entire body shudder as an overwhelming orgasm​ hit her, it didn’t take much for Stiles to also reach his.

His legs shook and his eyes shut, Stiles’ head falling back on his pillow, at the same time that hot cum shot out of his tip and immediately landed on his stomach. He imagined it was (Y/N) that had jerked him off and it was enough to make his high last longer. Stiles didn’t even mind the sticky release on his skin, all he could think about was how much pleasure he was currently in.

As soon as (Y/N) finished cumming and sent Mieczyslaw the footage, the girl had got up from her bed with satisfaction in her veins. She walked over to her closet and put on a robe before walking out of her bedroom to go to the bathroom and take a much needed shower. The second she passed by Stiles’ bedroom, however, desire and lust flooded her entire body when she suddenly heard him moaning uncontrollably.

“Hey, Stiles!” She shouted, knocking on the door and startling Stiles in the process. “Stop watching porn and go read a book!”


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“(Y/N)!” Stiles yelled angrily, his fist pounding against the bathroom door. “Get out already! I have to leave soon!”

“So do I!” She shouted back, not caring about wherever it was Stiles needed to go to. “And I have actual hair to wash here!”

“Just don’t wash it!”

“I’m going on a date, idiot! I have to be completely clean!”

“For what?” Stiles questioned, sarcasm laced in his voice. “It’s not like he’s gonna go out of his way to sniff your hair!”

“No, but he’s definitely gonna be able to smell it when his head is snuck in my neck as he pounds me into oblivion!”

It was a simple comeback, but it did manage to sting Stiles’ heart in jealousy. Slamming his fist against the door one last time, the young man let out a frustrated grunt before walking away to his room.

(Y/N) gladly took her time to finish prepping herself in the shower until she finally decided to step out of the bathroom. Needless to say, Stiles was furious at the young woman but she couldn’t find a single bone in her body that actually cared. She wanted to look, smell and even taste her best for her date tonight and no man was going to stop her. (Y/N)’s been waiting for this special night for too long to worry about what other people had to say.

Which is why the young woman just walked right by Stiles without even giving him the chance to scold her. He stared in awe as she entered her bedroom, noticing how good she looked with her face flushed from the hot shower and the droplets of water running down her skin. Stiles’ mind immediately picturing himself licking the water off of her naked body and he felt slightly guilty.

The both of them got ready at the same time and the rest of the house watched in amusement as they simultaneously shared the bathroom, arguing the entire time. (Y/N) would try to look at herself in the mirror to put on mascara and he would get in her way to fix his quiff or just as Stiles would wet his toothbrush with the running water because (Y/N) was finishing up brushing her own teeth, she turned off the tap.

“You’re unbelievable.” Stiles groaned, shaking his head and opening the tap again.

(Y/N) didn’t say anything, she just blew him a kiss that was nothing shy of sass as she left the bathroom to finish her look in her bedroom. She had already fixed her hair and put on all of her makeup, so all she had to do next was take off her robe and wear the gorgeous black dress she specifically bought for tonight. Once she sprayed herself with her favorite perfume and was ready, (Y/N) walked down the staircase and approached her other three roommates in the living room.

“Well, how do I look?” She asked and they turned their heads to take in her outfit.

(Y/N) was absolutely gorgeous and it was no surprise everyone’s jaws were dropping at her breath-taking beauty.

“Like a queen.” Scott gawked, a genuine smile lighting up on (Y/N)’s lips.

“It’s not too much?” She questioned, spinning around for them.

“Hell no.” Madi smirked. “Whomever you’re seeing tonight is one lucky guy, my friend.”

“Good.” (Y/N) answered.

Just as she was grabbing her favorite coat from the rack, Stiles had reached the last step of the staircase and laid his eyes on the incredibly stunning woman before him. He immediately stopped in his tracks as his eyes grew wide at the sight. Her hair was perfectly done and a part of him wanted to run his fingers through it but the other part of him knew that if he did it would ruin the style and that would be a crime. Her makeup was simple, however the bold red lip definitely grabbed his attention and he wanted to smudge it with his own. (Y/N)’s long legs went on for days, Stiles already picturing them wrapped around his waist. However, what caught Stiles’ eyes the most was the alluring dress tightly hung against her beautiful curves. It made his brain spin in his head and jealousy crashed all over him at the thought of her being dressed like this for someone else.

“Do you really think you should be wearing a dress like that?” Stiles asked, clearing his throat and (Y/N) spun around to gaze at the source of the sudden voice.

“What is that supposed to mean, Stilinski?” She retorted, her manicured hand settling on her hip.

“That dress is too revealing.” He scolded. “It’s definitely not first date material.”

You’re not first date material.” (Y/N) scoffed, slipping her coat on.

She didn’t want it to be true, but the young woman could’ve sworn she saw a small glimpse of hurt in his eyes. But, it was soon gone before she could really check.

“Have fun on your date.” Stiles stated harshly as he walked past her and opened the door. “I hope he’s an ass.”

Before (Y/N) could even respond, Stiles was out the door and slammed it. The rough action surprising her and making her feel not only guilty but heartbroken that she caused that. (Y/N) loved the hate relationship she had with Stiles, but she also knew she wanted more. The two constantly fought because they were so alike. Stiles loathed how quick and sarcastic she was, but at the same time loved that only she could handle bickering​ with him. (Y/N) despised that he always managed to point out the things about her no one ever noticed, but loved that Stiles actually paid enough attention to see them. It was a complicated game they played, but the two were masters at it.

“Do you ever get tired of the way you treat each other?” Scott spoke up from the couch and (Y/N) turned around to look at him, the hurt still evident on her face.

“Sometimes.” She answered softly.

“Shouldn’t you two just stop?” Scott asked. “It’s obvious that you do all of this because you’re into each other.”

“Shouldn’t you three stop butting into our love lives?” (Y/N) retorted, no longer sad but now angry at the entire situation. “It’s Friday night and you’re sitting on the couch. Go out and have fun!”

“For your information, we are going out.” Scott scoffed and the two other girls nodded.

“Good.” (Y/N) stated as she opened the door and walked out. “Get to it!”

Even though he wasn’t in the best mood, Stiles pushed down all of his feelings for the girl he lived with to focus on the girl he was about to meet. She has helped him get her mind off of (Y/N) on more than one occasion, even though they did have the same name, and he was ready for her to do that again tonight. He thought about all of the incredible times they’ve spent chatting before pulling into the restaurant they picked and parking in the first space he could find. Once he locked the jeep behind him, Stiles headed towards the main entrance and nervously waited for the girl he talks to more than his own family.

With the anger still flooding inside of her, (Y/N) left her car and arrived at the restaurant. She no longer wanted to go on this date because she knew that all she will be able to think about is the spastic boy she lives with and never leaves her brain. It doesn’t matter how distracted she gets, Stiles is always there in the back of her mind.

The second (Y/N) looked up from her heels clicking against the pavement, her heart stopped inside of her chest. With every step she took towards the main entrance, her heartbeat would increase more and more. There, in front of her, was Stiles Stilinski. The exact person she was trying to get away from.

He was so focused on what was going on inside of his mind that Stiles hadn’t noticed her until she was literally right beside him and (Y/N)’s perfume made its way into his nose. Stiles’ head snapped towards the source, his eyes growing wide when he noticed it was (Y/N) herself next to him.

“What are you doing here?” Stiles asked, entirely confused. “Did you follow me?”

“I have better things to do than follow you, Stiles.” (Y/N) scoffed. “I’m meeting my date here. What the hell are you doing here?”

“I also have a date.” Stiles smiled smugly and certainly didn’t fail to notice how it effected her.

“So, we’re both having dates at the same place?” (Y/N) stated, in awe of this awkward situation. “Wonderful.”

“Where’s your date anyway?” Stiles questioned. “Shouldn’t he have picked you up?”

“It’s a blind date.” She explained, folding her arms against her chest which made her cleavage pop out even more and Stiles awkwardly tried to gaze elsewhere. “What about your date? Weren’t you supposed to pick her up.”

“I’m also having a blind date.” Stiles retorted.

Neither one of them put together exactly what was going on between them. Both standing in the tension heavy entrance, desperately looking at whatever person that would arrive and hoping it’d be their online friend. Little did they know, their dates were standing right next to each other this entire time.

They waited for a good thirty minutes before (Y/N)’s feet started to hurt from standing so long in thin heels and she sighed.

“I think we both got stood up.” (Y/N) stated in a hurt voice.

“No, my date wouldn’t do that.” He shook his head, pulling his phone out of his pants. “I’m texting her.”

“Yeah, me too.” (Y/N) agreed, zipping open her clutch to grab her phone.

She couldn’t help but look over to his text from the corner of her eye. He was messaging someone nicknamed “Babygirl” and (Y/N) felt insanely jealous when he watched him type in “Hey, baby. Are you still coming?” She didn’t even know who this babygirl of his was, but she knew she already hated her with everything (Y/N) had inside of her. Of course she was into Mieczyslaw, but she secretly wanted to be on a date with Stiles instead. She just wanted to have one encounter with him that didn’t consist of fighting.

(Y/N)’s thoughts were, suddenly, interrupted when her phone vibrated in her hand. The girl realized she had received a message from her blind date and already scoffed thinking about whatever poor excuse she was going to read explaining why he wasn’t here.


Mischief 💚 [8:32 pm]: Hey, baby. Are you still coming?


(Y/N) didn’t even think before immediately dropping her phone on the floor in complete shock, her heart going down with it. It fell in her stomach in surprise as she finally put all of the scattered pieces together. She quickly turned around to Stiles, who was already looking at her in astonishment from how she just randomly dropped her cellphone with the screen now entirely shattered.

For the longest time she didn’t say a single word, all (Y/N) did was stare at the beautiful boy she lived with that also happened to be the person she’s been secretly texting back and forth. Stiles didn’t know what to say or do either, from how odd she was behaving, but he mentally prepared himself to drop everything and drive her to the hospital in case she needed it.

“Y-You’re real name’s Mieczyslaw?!” (Y/N) exclaimed, shouting the first thing that popped in her mind.

“What?” Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, confused now more than ever.

The young man wearing flannel watched as she bent down to grab her phone again and, without giving him the slightest explanation, stuck her phone screen out for him to read what was written on it. It took a little bit for his brain to process everything, but when it finally did he felt as if it had just exploded.

(Y/N) expected Stiles to say something, but was completely surprised when he stuffed his phone in his back pocket and grabbed her face with his hands. Before she could understand what was going on, Stiles crashed his lips against hers with such passion and fervor, (Y/N) almost fell. But it wouldn’t matter if she did our not because Stiles would’ve caught her anyway with how he wrapped his hands around her waist.

All of the anger, frustration and rage they ever felt towards each other was channeled into the kiss and started to slowly slip away as they began to be replaced with desire, need and, dare I say, love. They always felt attached to each other no matter how upset they were until only now realizing that all of it meant love. Stiles and (Y/N) loved each other so deeply and it wasn’t just sexual tension. They truly got to know each other incredibly well over the time they spent talking online, sharing so much information that they felt closer to each other than to anyone else in their lives.

“I’ve always wanted to do that.” Stiles confessed, panting as he touched his forehead with hers.

“So have I.” (Y/N) blushed and Stiles leaned in again to place another addictive kiss on her lips.

As they kissed, Stiles slid his tongue across her bottom lip and asked for an entrance to which (Y/N) happily granted. The two didn’t even fight for dominance, they just explored each other’s mouths and enjoyed every discovery. Their tongues would brush together and neither one of them had enough self control to hold back their satisfied moans.

(Y/N) broke the kiss and Stiles’ lips moved to her jaw. He created a trail of wet and hot kisses that drove the girl crazy. It didn’t matter they were in public. (Y/N) could already feel herself getting wetter and wetter by the passing second. It was when Stiles’ mouth attached to her earlobe, his teeth grazing the skin as his tongue caressed it, that she knew she desperately needed more of him.

“Stiles,” She whimpered, his tongue sliding through the shell of her ear. “Do you really want to go on this date or do you just want to get out of here?”

“We can go back to my place?” Stiles smirked.

“I’d love that.” She laughed breathlessly.

“But, I do have to warn you.” He smiled against her heated skin, now sucking a bruise into her neck. “I have the world’s most annoying roommate. She really knows how to get on your nerves.”

“Hmm,” (Y/N) grinned playfully. “Sounds like she really gets to you. Should I be jealous?”

“Absolutely, she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Well, then, damn.” (Y/N) smirked, a light blush painting her cheeks. “I hope she doesn’t mind us crashing her apartment. I tend to be loud.”

“Fuck.” Stiles groaned, pulling his mouth away from the several different bruises he created to stare at her. “I’ll meet you there.”

The next thing she knows, Stiles is placing one last kiss on her lips and eagerly rushing away towards his blue jeep. A smile etched across (Y/N)’s face at how adorable he looked, happily climbing into his car and immediately turning it on.

The ride over to their house was full of adrenaline and excitement. Everytime they would have to stop at a red light, Stiles would look over to (Y/N) in her car and smugly lick his lips. Which would flush her entire body with more lust than it already was sporting, her core aching in need. Once they arrived and were both finally out of their vehicles, Stiles pinned (Y/N) against the front door and reattached his tempting mouth on hers. She gasped at the sudden act, but Stiles just swallowed it into their kiss. Their lips molded together as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling (Y/N) in even closer.

“What was that for?” (Y/N) asked, her lungs fighting for air after breaking the kiss.

“Because I needed to feel your kiss again.” He confessed.

A blush crept up on her cheeks and a grin made its way onto his lips. (Y/N) reached up to reconnect their mouths, tongues finding each other as she tried to zip open her clutch and grab the house keys. Stiles gently bit down on her lip and she fumbled with the zipper, his touch too intoxicating to have her focus on anything else. That’s when Stiles grabbed her hand and settled it on his lower back, a shameless moan falling from (Y/N)’s mouth when he lowered it even more. Both smiled into the kiss the second he guided her hand over his ass and squeezed, (Y/N) giggling when she realized his copy of the house keys were in his pocket this whole time.

Stiles took his hand off of hers and put it back on her waist as she slipped hers into his jeans’ pocket and pulled out the keys. The moment they were in her hand, the freckled boy broke their kiss and swiftly turned her around so she could open the door. Stiles’ mouth and teeth were sucking another hickey on her shoulder blade and (Y/N) felt weak in her knees. She didn’t know how, but she managed to unlock the door and turn the knob.

An animalistic instinct washed over Stiles and he immediately pushed the front door open, rushing the two inside. Before (Y/N) could even say anything, the young man hitched one of her legs around his waist and shoved her against the now closed door once again. She squealed when he did and Stiles chuckled against her lips. Both of their bodies dripping with lust as he rubbed his clothed bulge against the inside of her thigh, (Y/N) moaning in the process. Her hands were now wrapped around his neck, her fingers caressing his heated skin, and Stiles kept one hand on her waist as the other slowly slipped under the skirt of her dress to grab her practically bare ass. (Y/N) was wearing the smallest thong she owned and it definitely made Stiles’ cock twitch in his boxers.

“Shit, I’m seriously considering just fucking you right here.” Stiles moaned, his lips brushing against hers.

“Please do.” (Y/N) whimpered, Stiles feeling her heartbeat against his own chest.

“Please don’t.” A familiar male voice suddenly spoke up and the two lovers immediately snapped their heads towards the source.

Scott, Camile and Madi hadn’t left their​ positions on the couch since the two went out. The scene was absolutely comical from how shocked and frozen the three were. Scott had the tv remote in his hand as it pointed to the screen, his eyes wide. Camile kept a bowl of popcorn on her lap and held a single one up to her mouth, but it paused just outside of it as she stared in shock. Madi, however, wasn’t as astonished as the rest due to the mischievous grin she was wearing.

(Y/N) immediately tried to push Stiles off of her in embarrassment, but he held his ground and stayed right where he was. She couldn’t believe that they hadn’t even noticed they weren’t alone when they arrived.

“I have no problem still fucking you here.” Stiles grinned and, as turned on as she was, (Y/N) covered her face with her hands in humiliation. The girl let out a squeal when Stiles placed his mouth on her collarbone and began assaulting it with his tongue.

“Stiles!” She whined.

Out of pure respect for the girl he was holding and not because he cared that there were other people in the same room, Stiles placed (Y/N)’s leg down on the floor and took a step back from her. His hands were raised in surrender, but his eyes were still gazing at her in a cocky fashion. (Y/N) cleared her throat to rid herself of the embarrassment and slowly walked towards the staircase, Stiles watching her intently.

“Excuse me.” She stated to the three on the couch before looking over at Stiles with the lust still pooling in her pupils.

He certainly picked up what she was putting down as she began walking up the steps, Stiles hot on her trail. (Y/N) yelped in excitement when Stiles unexpectedly smacked her ass with his hand and they rushed even faster towards her bedroom.

“Go get that ass, Stiles!” Madi exclaimed.

“Use a condom!” Camile shouted after her.

Right as Stiles shut the bedroom door behind him, Madi turned around to grin at her two friends on the couch and both of them groaned. Searching in their pockets, Camile and Scott handed their fellow roommate twenty bucks each. Immediately regretting their bet on the two lovers upstairs that just yesterday were fighting. The bet consisted of when they would eventually hook up, Madi declared it would happen this month as Scott and Camile bet at the end of the year. Needless to say, the two lost.

(Y/N), yet again, was pushed up against a door and she quickly figured out that Stiles definitely has a door fetish. Not that she was complaining or found it weird in any way, it was actually one hell of a turn on. Their lips were back in sync together as Stiles reached behind her back and slowly unzipped the gorgeous dress (Y/N) was wearing, her breathing increasing at the contact. Once there was nothing left to unzip, Stiles let go of the zipper and proceeded to take off the straps of her dress. As soon as they were down her arms, he completely let go of the fabric and the dress instantly fell to the floor. Unfortunately breaking their kiss, (Y/N) stepped out of it pooling at her feet and Stiles’ jaw dropped when he took in her body.

The young man was already familiar with how she looked thanks to the countless times​ they’ve shared photos of their bodies through text, but he had never seen her in the flesh before and it was amazing to him. (Y/N) was wearing the most sexy set of matching purple underwear, his favorite color that he once told her. (Y/N) watched with hooded eyes as his own drowned in more lust than his pupils were already swimming in. Stiles licked his lips and the small action sent waves of desire straight to her pooling core.

(Y/N) was the first to break their trance as she brought her hand to the fancy flannel he was wearing for the date and began to unbutton it, she didn’t go as slow as Stiles did because she desperately wanted it off. The next thing she removed were his pants and they were finally in just their underwear together.

Stiles suddenly kneeled in front of her, surprising (Y/N) in the process, and pulled down her panties without saying anything. The second they were gone, the young man lifted one of her legs and hitched it over his shoulder. He looked up at her and placed tempting kisses on her stomach before licking her skin with his warm tongue, just like he’d promised earlier. Her body shuddered and she waited patiently as he trailed his tongue until it reached her core, already swiping up the slick folds. The small action alone made her hips twitch and she couldn’t control her moans when Stiles circled her swollen clit. He kept the motion going as he brought a finger up to tease her entrance. She whimpered of course and, the sound was so beautiful to him, he decided to give in. Stiles pushed two fingers inside of her, groaning at how tight she was, and gently pumped. It started out slow at first, but because of how responsive she was being as she moaned uncontrollably and her hips bucked continuously, Stiles decided to pick up his pace. (Y/N)’s eyes were shut as she concentrated on the pleasure and her core clenched around his fingers the second Stiles’ wrapped his lips around her nub and sucked furiously.

“F-Fuck, Stiles.” She moaned, knowing that her release was near. But, unfortunately for her, so did Stiles and he immediately pulled away.

Smirking up at the shocked glare he was receiving from her, Stiles licked her juices off of his lips and wiped his chin with the back of his hand. Normally, she would’ve been outraged to be denied of her orgasm but the way he looked right now took over her thoughts.

“I only want you cumming around my cock, tonight.” Stiles grinned, standing in front of her again and, before she could come up with a witty response, he yanked off his boxers. She was at a complete loss of words as she gawked at his delicious erection. The pulsing in her core increasing with unbelievable desire.

Stiles hitched her leg around his waist and positioned himself in front of her entrance, gazing into her eyes. Without breaking the contact, Stiles gently pushed his dick​ inside of her core and they both moaned at the new feeling. He desperately wanted to close his eyes, but wasn’t willing to take them off of hers as he thrusted. (Y/N)’s hands were settled on his back, the heel of her hitched leg digging into his ass to keep herself in place as one of his palms were flat out on the door and the other held her waist. The pleasure inside of her that was still around because Stiles was just eating her out tingled in (Y/N)’s body and, by the way she buzzed, she knew she’d be cumming soon.

Stiles increased his pace and the spring in her stomach coiled, indicating she was near. Her nails were digging into the skin of his back and Stiles would’ve winced if he wasn’t so turned on by how sexy she looked. Her eyes shut were and her head rested on the door as her unsteady breath let loud moans slip through. Stiles spread her legs more and began hitting her in a deeper and new angle, (Y/N)’s spring breaking as a result. Stiles immediately bit down on her shoulder, the feeling of her core clenching around him and her juices squirting on his cock too overwhelming.

But, he held onto his orgasm even though it was already knocking on the door. Stiles wanted this to last as long as possible and he actually managed to hold it. At this point, he was now pounding into her and (Y/N) whimpered at the extreme contact. Her body was still sensitive from releasing, but even though it was too much, she loved it.

Unclasping her bra, Stiles took it off and latched his lips onto her breast. His tongue flicking her nipple and caressing it. The second Stiles bit down on her perky bud and pulled, (Y/N) came for a second time tonight. And this time, Stiles allowed himself to as well. Her warmth clenched around him once again before his hips stuttered and he released hot cum inside of her, both moaning crazily. Their highs lasted longer than they’ve ever had and when the two were finally back in reality, Stiles stopped thrusting and placed a kiss on her lips.

“The way you annoy me every day drives me so fucking crazy, but you know what effects me more?” Stiles suddenly spoke up. “The way I smile at how you always put your milk in the bowl before your cereal or the way my heart beats faster whenever you laugh at something on your phone and time stops. But, most importantly, the way I feel like I’m flying everytime I’m around you.”

The words coming out of his mouth were making (Y/N)’s heart flutter so hard, she was sure it would eventually break her ribcage.

“Even though we bicker, I adore it because it reminds me of old married couples. And that’s exactly what I want us to be, a couple.” Stiles continued. “Because no matter how mad I get, I know that I’m deeply and irretrievably in love with you.”

“Stiles,” She smiled, looking at him with heart-eyes. “I love you, too.”

Stiles and (Y/N) have had countless fights in the time they’ve known each other. The two have shared millions of glares, angry shouts, eye-rolls, and fits of rage. But the thing was, they both loved each other in each and every one.

You’re Like Captain Hook

CS Modern AU. A while ago, I saw the prompt “your voice sounds just like my phone sex operator’s voice” and simply couldn’t ignore it.

for @sailorkillian as a little pick-me-up

5.1k words. Rated M for My Man, this is a phone sex AU what do you expect? ~ also on ao3

Emma wouldn’t say that she’s lonely. She’s actually the least lonely she’s ever been. She has close friends and even co-workers that she likes. She prefers being single—too many past hurts and the distinct lack of need for a significant other, especially one of the male variety, keeping her content.

But she has been a little… hard up, lately.

It’s not difficult for her to convince someone to take her to bed. It’s pretty damn easy actually; all it takes is something short and a come-hither smile. What is hard is finding someone that doesn’t repulse her and, even harder, finding the desire to go out in search of someone.

She’s been working hard lately—bills don’t pay themselves and all that. What started off as a desperate need to keep herself afloat became a steady job. So, while she’s stable enough to not need to work herself to death, she still feels the need to prove herself worthy and maintain her position. And the harder she works, the more responsibility her boss gives her, leading to her total exhaustion. The only free time she has she tends to spend watching Netflix or going out for the occasional drink with friends, not looking for someone to hook up with.

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Scott has been staring longingly at a girl across the bar for two hours and forty-nine minutes. Stiles knows. He’s been keeping track.

“This is ridiculous, man,” Stiles says, not for the first time. “You’re a catch. You’re amazing. You’re perfect. Just go talk to her. I’m sure she’ll be happy if you do.”

Scott turns to him, wide-eyed. “But what if she’s not happy? What if I’m just another creep in a bar hitting on a pretty girl? I want her to know I respect her.”

“By completely ignoring her. Solid plan, Scott.”

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Warm Me Up Ch. 34

OH SNAP-WHAT’S THAT- A NEW CHAPTER FUCK YEAH, (To the tune of Usnavi’s excitement after getting a date with Vanessa. Can you tell I’m obsessed? Also, listen to Lady Gaga’s A Million Reasons as well as Secondhand Serenade’s Fall for You and Tori Kelly’s/ Ed Sheeran’s I Was Made For Loving You for this chapter <3)

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It wasn’t until a little past noon that Will got worried. He hadn’t gotten a text from Nico, and when he called, Nico didn’t answer. He pulled Kayla along past the HEB and hefted a few bags in his other hand. “Come on, Princess time to go home. You sure you don’t want help with the bag?”

“I got it. I wanna give it to him.” Will smiled and nodded, walking along the sidewalk. The sun was beating down, but the wind that blew around them offered enough relief. Kayla bounded along in a pink sundress with her red hair pulled up into a ponytail, skipping over cracks in the sidewalk. Suddenly, Kayla stopped, causing Will to falter. “Look, it’s Nico!”

He frowned and looked up to see Nico pacing back and forth with a cigarette in one hand as his other ran through his hair. Immediately, Will felt the instinct to go to him and find out what was wrong. “Come on,” he told his sister, gripping her hand as they crossed at a light.

“Why is he smoking?” she asked as he pulled her along. “Isn’t that bad?” Will didn’t answer, his eyes on Nico as he paced. “Will, I’m scared,” Kayla whimpered.

“No, no, no, it’s okay,” he assured. “Just hold on a second, okay?” He reached the bus stop and reached out, stopping Nico mid-pace. He jumped, and looked up with frightened, tear-filled eyes. “What happened, Nico, what’s wrong?” he asked anxiously.

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@gusenitsaa, I wrote it on my iPad! Y’all have G to thank for me not going full Lynyrd on this, btw. So if you don’t like character death, then thank her. That said FULL ANGST AHEAD!!

“I won’t stop fighting until I find my way back to you.”

Emma keeps those words in her heart, and the shell around her neck in the next days as she sets off. She doesn’t particularly want to work with Gideon, but as long as plays along, he doesn’t seem to contemplate the shell still around her neck.

And Killian’s voice is a warm hum, his words reminding her that he’s out there fighting for them, so she’ll do the same here.

They have a lot they need to talk about. And they will, because they’ll fight and they’ll win and he’ll put that ring on her finger again. She refuses to believe otherwise.

“I hate to work with him, Emma. Blackbeard is as treacherous as they come, and I know my treachery. But he’s a smart devil, and I need that on my side if I’m to get home.” Emma sits on the bed they share. She’s supposed to be preparing to face the Black Fairy, but today she just needs his voice. He sighs. “I wish I knew if you could hear me, Love.”

“I can,” she replies, though she knows it’s useless. Still, she answers home every time she can, because it makes her feel closer. “Come home, Killian. I’m waiting for you.”

Usually, she feels better after talking to him like that, can imagine that he even if he can’t hear her words, he still just knows. Killian always knows. But this time there’s a pit in her stomach, and it sticks with her as she heads for the unknown with Gideon.

“Bloody Neverland.”

The pit is still with her, but she’s alive, and though Killian sounds ready to do murder, he’s clearly unharmed.

So is Emma, though she has a new, healthy fear of spiders and dislikes Gideon even more, for making her risk her life for what turned out to be nothing.

Killian is clearly less than pleased to be back in his old stomping grounds and Emma can hardly blame him. She thought the place had died with Pan, but clearly she’d been wrong, and now Killian is there with only a man he didn’t trust as backup.

She remembers the last time Neverland had played a role in her life, and worry for Killian makes her feel ill.

“I wish you were with me,” Killian admits. “You made this place more bearable, Swan.” A beat of silence. “I miss you more than I ever thought I would. And I damn my cowardice, that I put us in this situation. Next time, Swan, I’ll come to you.”

His certainty that there will be a next time - that he’ll return so they can mess up and make up for the rest of her life - manages to improve her spirits somewhat. But still, her stomach doesn’t quite settle. It probably won’t until he’s in her arms again.

“I’ve lost bloody Blackbeard. The bastard.”

He sounds perfectly fine, but she doesn’t hear anything again, not for hours. The only thing that keep her sane is distraction, because they’re close to what they need to defeat the Black Fairy and then she can talk to him, and surely she’ll be able to bring him home with Gideon’s help.

So she puts all her attention into her quest, and tries to ignore the way the shell hangs quiet, an ominous anchor around her neck.

And then they stand in victory, magical bauble in hand, and Emma actually feels hope as -

“Em..ma..”

Even Gideon and Gold freeze as everyone hears the rasp of Killian’s voice.  The charm dangles between her hand and Gideon’s and Emma pulls it back, her other one  grabbing at the shell.

“Killian?” She asks, her voice rife with panic.  "Killian, what is it?“

Except he doesn’t hear, of course, because of those damn tears.

She was meant to stop the Black Fairy fully, but whatever Gideon sees on her face, in her eyes, has him pulling the napkin out, looking for all the world like the terrified victim he is, rather than the terrifying magician he pretends to be.

The napkin falls in shreds and she throws the charm at his feet, because she simply doesn’t care about him anymore.

"Killian?” She croaks out, and answering silence makes her want to cry.

“Swan?” He finally says, his voice weak and small. “The gods are kind in the end. Or perhaps cruel, to send me your voice.”

“Killian, I’m really here,” Emma promises, when she realizes he thinks her voice is a hallucination.  "We’re going to get you home.“

"Sorry I couldn’t be the man you loved, Swan,” he says, and she realizes he’s delirious, the shell cutting into her palm as her world narrows down to just his voice. “I wanted to be. Ah, Emma, I wanted to be so much for you.”

“You are.” She says, tears tracking down her cheeks. “Killian, please. Stay with me.”

“Wish I could’ve… seen your face… one… last… t…”

She wants to believe he’s just unconscious. Clings to that, or at least tries to… but Emma has seen this scenario too many times, and she’s never been good with false hope.

She’s lost him before, and she thinks it should be easier this time. But it’s not. Because there’s no Zeus to bring him back this time. No darkness to blame, or villain to slay.

This time, there’s not even the knowledge of how or why he’d died. Because there’s no body, no way to find out what happened.

Just a silent shell the harsh reality that she had managed to beat her visions… but in the end the world still took its pound of flesh, and why did it have to be his?

She isn’t sure when she falls to the ground, isn’t aware of anything really. And for a while, cold shock will be her only comfort.

Days and realms away, a man sits in a hovel, holding tea and watching a woman puttering about, a dazed expression on his face.

“What did you say your name was?” She asks, and there’s something in her eyes, that makes the man think she already knows the answer, though why she should seem so… cheerful about it is beyond him.

“I’ve forgotten,” he responds, the answer he’s given for all her questions. Across the hovel, a shell sits among other baubles on a rock. The only light in a space otherwise filled with darkness.

The man could swear he’s seen it before.

trueromantic1  asked:

(that other prompt I sent was supposed to be future Klaroline, not just Klaroline, but feel free to do current or even AU) future!Klaroline + sex pollen/accidental aphrodisiac spell + werewolf sex is rougher around the full moon (and made worse by sex pollen/spell) trope

Possibly my shortest smut thing ever? Zero plot, friends.

Takes You Over

A shot glass is put in her hand and Caroline throws it back without even thinking about it, too busy glaring (while acting like she’s completely unbothered – no easy feat) at Klaus and his ever widening circle of admirers across the room.

She was pretty sure she was about to witness some leg humping.

Her throat burns as she swallows, but not in the way she’s used to. It’s a cold and scratchy all the way down her throat, an odd sensation. The taste is weird too, herbaceous almost, and her attention is pulled away as she fights a gag. She looks up to find the bartender, a witch Caroline’s become friendly-ish with (and only because the first time she’d come to this bar had been during one of Bonnie’s visits) watching her with great interest. Maybe she’s misread the situation terribly and the girl’s actually been planning to murder her all along?

That would be just Caroline’s luck.

“What was that?” she demands, slamming the shot glass down on the bar top so hard it shatters, shards digging into her fingertips.

The smile she’s offered is enigmatic but not malicious. “A local specialty. A helping hand, if you will. And it’s on the house.”

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Shawn Mendes One Shot: The Ellen Show

A.N: This one is a little long like always. I really enjoyed writing it though. I’m debating a continuation, but I’m not sure? If you guys liked it or want more, please let me know! I’d appreciated it. ANYWAYS ENJOY!!

Also I got the inspiration for this one from @everythingshawnmendes ‘s work of “Spill Your Guts.”. Check that one out too!

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“You’ll be on in ten.” A guy with a headset said quickly before poking his head back out the door.

My manager looked at me and smiled getting up from his seat. “You ready?” He asked.

I looked in the dressing mirror and look over myself sitting in the chair. My hair was in fluffy curls, makeup simple for daytime television. I had a nice blue tartan top on with a matte black skirt. I felt really good and was excited.

“Yeah. I’m good. Excited actually.” I smiled back grabbing my phone from my lap.

My manager went through tips for the interview. We had not given any specific limitations on questions as we didn’t have scandals or secrets the public was aware of. But regardless he went over them.

“It will probably be similar to last time. Maybe a little more different. You’ve gained a lot more popularity since the last time on the show. You know how she likes to blindside you with questions you’d have to be careful answering.”

I nodded but felt prepared. I scrolled through my phone waiting for them to call me to stage.

The guy with the headset turned up a few minutes later. “Alright, they are ready for you. If you’ll follow me.”

We got up from our seats and exited my dressing room. The guy in the headset began prepping me. “So you’ll wait at the steps and head down after Ellen introduces you. You’ll have the first part of the interview for about 5 minutes. She will cut to break. The second part of the interview will be a game, I believe you agreed to ‘Who’d You Rather?’ correct?”

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I never loved you

(A/N): This was so painful but so good?

Request: Hi. I would love for you to write a fic where Nat needs to break up with the fem!reader for the readers own safety. Nat doesn’t want to lose her but she has to and knows that the reader won’t leave if she tells her the truth. So Nat starts this huge fight and says absolutely horrible things to the reader in an effort to make the reader break up with her and the reader storms out in tears, ending their relationship and Nat is left heartbroken.

Warnings: so. much. angst. 

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @sxph-t, @l8nitl0vr


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   Nat bit her lip as (Y/N) curled into her side, squishing their face against her stomach adorably. God, Nat loved them with every fiber of her being, from every flaw that they had to ever large perfection. She loved them despite their struggles, despite their ups and downs, despite the fact that they were broken and used. It wasn’t easy being an agent, you had to see things, do things no human should ever have to do. Some people were able to dissociate themselves from their acts but not (Y/N), they’d never been able to do it. After every mission they’d come home broken, mentally, emotionally, and physically. They couldn’t handle this life- the whole agent and avengers thing, it was too much stress on their fragile body.

    With a shaky sigh Nat runs her hand through (Y/N)’s hair, attempting to memorize the texture before she said goodbye. It was safer this way- Nat was a danger and a stressor, she knew that. She had a million targets on her back and the people hunting her would do anything to get at her, that included taking apart everything and anything she loved, including (Y/N). Not only that but Nat was stuck with this life, the shield life, the constantly on the run, the always fearing for your life gig and (Y/N) couldn’t handle that. It was obvious in the way their eyes puffed with tears, or the way their desk drawer rattled with numerous amounts of medications. (Y/N) needed to be safe, that was Nat’s first priority, and if she had to leave them to protect them then so be it.


    “Nat,” (Y/N) reached over at breakfast, gripping the redheads hand gently. “You haven’t eaten a single bite, is everything okay?” Nat’s stomach was up in knots, her hands were clammy an her heart thundered against her chest. She couldn’t do this, she couldn’t possibly hurt the love of her life this Way but she had to, it was the only way to keep them safe. 

    “I need-” Nat pauses, her throat catching on the words. “I need to talk to you,” (Y/N) shifts In their seat nervously as they nod, gulping lightly.

    “Okay?” Nat sighs, biting her lip as she decided how to do this.

    “It’s about your PTSD,” She winces when she sees the look of clear depression on (Y/N)’s face. She knew it was a touchy subject for (Y/N) and now she was using that fact to her advantage. “God (Y/N),” Nat delves right in, putting on this disgruntled facade. “It’s out of control, you can’t sleep, you can’t eat, you can barely function as a proper fucking human being,” (Y/N) flinches at her words, something Nat had never, ever wanted to see. “It’s getting to be too much for me,” She whispers, shaking her head. “I don’t want to be stuck with some broken person for the rest of my life, I can’t always be taking care of you, making sure you get up in the morning, making sure you don’t try to kill yourself in the evening.” Nat sighs, biting her lip as she tries to come up with even more gruesome, hurtful things. “It’s so crazy to think that anyone could love someone like you, someone so broken and useless,” Nat wants to throw up at her words. She didn’t want to say them but she had to- she had to get (Y/N) as far away from her as possible. “God, I should’ve just left when I had the chance,” 

   “Nat-” (Y/N)’s voice quakes and it takes all of Nat’s willpower to not jump up and wrap (Y/N) up in her arms and squeeze them until she could convince them that she loved them. Nat chuckles dryly, the sound feeling nearly robotic at this point and time. 

   “I never did love you,” She adds in one final punch, just to really seal the deal. “I think I only got together with you out of pity,” At this (Y/N) stands from their seat, their eyes red and blurred with tears as they do. 

   “I’m leaving,” Their voice shakes more so than ever. “If I’m such a burden to you I’ll be sure to have all my stuff out by Thursday,” Even with their broken tone there was a hint of venom to it, one that deeply stung Nat. All Nat wants to do is reach out and hold (Y/N), wrap them up tight and pepper kisses along their cheeks until they stopped crying, until they didn’t think they were a burden. But with one last hateful glance (Y/N) turns on their heels, grabbing their shoes and car keys before exiting the apartment, leaving Nat all alone. 

   She sat there numbly, in disbelief of her own words. She had really just said all that horrible shit to (Y/N), she had just told the love of her love that she didn’t love them. 

   The tears burned at Nat’s eyes as she sat there all alone, contemplating if her decision were really for the best. If it had been the right decision why did it hurt so much?

~Extended Ending~

   Nat had been in a numb stupor for months now, she was never really herself after (Y/N) left. She was no longer the bad ass, quirky woman she once was, now she was merely a shell of the person she used to be. Who knows how long she could have gone on like that, walking around empty, no feeling left in her bones but one day something snapped her out of her stupor, awakened her once again. 

   “Nat,” It was Steve’s voice, soft and timid and almost forlorn. “Um- I’ve got some news,” Nat looks at him with lazy eyes, her glance slow and methodical. Steve sighs as he sits down across from Nat, wringing his hands together just a bit. “It’s about (Y/N),” Nat nearly perks up at this, a small kindling within her having been lit. “Um- fuck,” Steve whispers, hanging his head as he does. “They uh- they didn’t make it out of the mission, we uh- we found them a few hours ago, locked in some basement,” Steve swallows the lump in his throat, bound and determined to get (Y/N)’s story out. “Fury wanted you to come say your goodbyes before they burn they body,” Nat looks at Steve nearly dumbfounded, there was no way (Y/N) had died, it wasn’t possible, she wouldn’t believe it. 

   “Rogers, if this is some sick joke-” 

   “I’m sorry Nat but it’s not,” Steve sighs, gulping softly. “I found them myself, god Nat, you should have seen them, they were- they- I can’t even talk about it,” Steve shakes his head, tears blurring his eyes. “Just, if you want to come say goodbye, now would be a good time,” Steve rises from his seat, sighing shakily as he made his way towards the exit. 

   Nat looked down at the table below her hands, the smooth wood surface gleaming under the bright lighting. Tears blurred her eyes and she felt like she couldn’t even speak with how tight her throat was constricting. Nat had let them go, she’d hurt them more than anyone else ever could and because of that they were dead. Had she just muddled through it, convinced herself that (Y/N) was safe with her than maybe, just maybe, they’d still be alive today. 

Mornings Like This

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Pairing: Married!Adrienette/Ladynoir
Rating: T for smooches, and just because it’s a morning-in-bed thingy.
Word Count: 1223

Excerpt: She sighs and moves to reprimand him, but instead of seeing glinting eyes and a mischievous smirk, her vision is filled with gold. Strands and strands and strands of silken gold.

A supposedly funny mini thing turned into a three-page thing that’s little serious but still hopefully fluffy. ANYWAY. It’s 4 AM. Have this thing. Also on FFnet and AO3.

For @ladyofacat, because it was her prompt that brought this on, and for @caprette, because she drew that Adrien-with-Chat-Noir-hair-therefore-he-looks-like-Mytho sketch.

Mornings Like This

With all of Marinette’s late night activities—both as a civilian and a hero of Paris—unhurried mornings are a rarity.

Mornings like this, then, are treasured. Mornings like this, when she can wake up slowly; when she can appreciate the softness of her bed; when she can take time to be thankful of the good dream she had, regardless of whether or not she remembers what the dream was about— good dreams usually involved a specific blond man with bright green eyes, anyway.

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Make A Wish (1/4)

Stuck in the Enchanted Forest after her wish was granted, Emma seeks out Killian. She doesn’t expect what she finds. Canon divergence from 6x10.

Endless thanks to @caprelloidea for looking over this for me.

Rating: T for this chapter, M for the whole fic

Word count: 5850

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Emma can’t stop her smirk when the tracking spell leads her to a tavern. Of course.

She wasn’t sure if it would work at all, whether he’d even be in this version of the Enchanted Forest. The Jolly was nowhere to be found at the docks and none of the local sailors knew anyone by the name of Killian Jones or Captain Hook. He could have been long dead, or still in Neverland, or an actual blacksmith for all she knew, but the simple spell using Liam’s ring led her straight here. She pulls the hood of her cloak more tightly over her head - escaping the palace guards was easy enough, and she damn well wasn’t going to do this with an audience - and approaches, her boots barely kicking up dust on the well-worn path.  

It’s a bit out-of-the-way, this little place, and her smirk falls when she realizes just how far it is from the docks… or, come to think of it, any water at all. She pauses just outside the door. Killian - her Killian - would know where to find a magic bean, but whatever version of him she’s about to meet might not. He’s likely not even a sailor, much less a pirate. But -

But. She has to try. She’s not deluded enough to convince herself it’s the only reason she wants to find him. In real-world terms it’s only been a day since she’s seen him, but now with yet another lifetime’s worth of memories in her head, she’s left with the near-physical ache of three decades without his presence. More than anything she just - she needs to see him.

And, if she’s honest with herself, part of her wants to watch him fall in love with her again.

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Slow Burn - Part 1

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,995

Summary: The reader is reluctantly setup on a blind date and it doesn’t go as planned. 


Ding dong!

Ding dong!

“Y/N! Open up!”

Shit. You were hoping he forgot.

You lazily walk over to the door and pull it open. “Yes, sir? What can I do for you?” You say dryly.

Your friend Justin looks you up and down and shakes his head.

“Why aren’t you ready?” He asks annoyed.

“Ready for what?” You say trying to sound as innocent as possible.

Justin just gives you a bitch face and then invites himself in.

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RedLights!Gold sees Belle with another, younger man and can't help but think that she deserves more than him. Cue Gold trying to leave, Belle being confused, and lots of kisses and cuddles.

Set post-White Flags, but honestly I think this mostly works even if you haven’t read it. In which Gold has a panic attack, Belle gets defensive, and make-up cuddles follow.


They’d agreed to meet at the Met, at one pm. 

Gold checked his watch again, and again, but it was the same answer: five past, and no sign of Belle.

He looked around, desperately hoping he’d catch sight of her. He hated New York. He hated the crowds, he hated the noise, he hated the smell. But it was Christmas, and Belle had had a friend in the city who wanted to get coffee anyway, so they’d agreed to tag along with Neal and Emma on their visit to the city. Isaac had spent the morning Christmas shopping, for the things he couldn’t purchase in Maine or online. That alone, he thought, spoke volumes about the horrors he was willing to endure for the sake of his loved ones.

Ten past. Still no sign of Belle.

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Time After Time (Part 5 of 10)

Summary: AU. When the reader’s parents divorce, her mother moves her to a new town, right next door to Bucky Barnes. This is their love story.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,807

Warnings: death, angst, pain, crying, underage drinking (don’t do it), sadness

A/N: I teared up a little writing this. Hit kind of close to home. Anyway, I plan on getting at least a couple more parts out of this fic. Thanks for reading. I love reading your comments!

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6a - 6b - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10

Age 19

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*sobs hysterically* Commissioning @kisu-no-hi to draw my Inquisitor and Cullen was the worst idea ever; I’ve been staring at it for hours because I’m just so in love with everything about it. Look at the lighting and shading and the colours oh my god I am slain You should definitely commission her if you want to cry over beautiful artwork and end a four-year writer’s block.

“You should train with the Herald,” Leliana had suggested, in that tone of voice that meant it wasn’t really a suggestion. “It would be good for morale. Let the men see that she can fight.”

Can she fight?” He had responded.

Can she fight? Ha.

Ten minutes in the practice ring, and Cullen had yet to land a blow on her. Another ten, and it had dawned on him. Arcadia was toying with him. Every lunge and slash, every strike had been dodged and as she spun away, she’d reach out and tap him with a dagger– he hadn’t even realized he was leaving her an opening.

Quite the crowd of recruits had gathered outside of Haven’s gates, watching as the Inquisition’s commander was utterly humiliated in single combat. Varric wasn’t even pretending to hide his amusement, offering commentary and odds and payout figures, pocketing coin and names alike.

This is ridiculous. The Maker-damned woman wasn’t even out of breath!

His frustration became all the more palpable when she winked at him, and disappeared into thin air. He threw his sword arm back to catch her flanking attack, and when it didn’t connect with anything, he swept his shield in an arc around him to clip her from where she stalked.

It didn’t connect either.

He finally glimpsed her when she came out of stealth, crouched low to the ground right in front of him. She smiled up at him– smiled!– and kicked his legs out from underneath him.

He laid on his back, breathless and stunned, as her weight settled upon his chest. The ringing in his ears was interrupted by the sound of daggers either side of his head crunching into the dirt. Arcadia’s face came into focus above him, a small smirk playing at her lips.

“If I was a fireball,” she said, “you’d be dead right now.”

He thought the recruits would never stop laughing.

You Ain’t Got No Skills (Lin x Reader)

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Request- “365 with Lin (( if u dont write rpf then with Alex ))”

“Everything has been different since I fell in love with you.”

A/N- (I’ve gotten a lot of requests saying “idk if you do this or not….” Guys. I will write practically ANYTHING. :) If you request it,  I will write it eventually. Speaking of “writing something eventually” I have soooo many requests right now. Requests are open unless I say otherwise but don’t expect your fic for awhile because I write in order of when received the request. ALSO this is the first fic where I write in third person instead of second for a bit so I hope that’s not super weird.)

Words- 1,913

You beamed proudly as you saw all your closest friends bowing. The audience’s cheers were deafening. Without even looking, you knew many of them were crying. They did every night. You had cried your first few nights working too. It was a freaking emotional musical. Being a stage hand for Hamilton wasn’t your only job, but it was probably your favorite one. 

One by one the cast exited the stage and highfived and hugged you as they usually did. You told them all what a wonderful job they had down. A few of them hung around and talked to you for awhile. These were your favorite people to be with. You noticed Lin hanging nearby and smiled at him. He looked kind of shocked but then smiled back. 


Lin had been staring. Again. It was starting become a real problem. She had caught him several time, but always just smiled her breathtaking smile. Chis Jackson walked up to Lin.

“Hey, man! What’re you-oh” Chris realized exactly what he was doing. “Man, you gotta stop this. You’ve been crushing on her for like a year. You’ve been practically in love with her for almost just as long.”

“Yeah, I noticed.” Lin said. 

“I mean I don’t want to say I told you so, but if you had asked her out right away like I said you should, you wouldn’t be stuck in this co-worker friend zone situation.” Chris pulled of part of his elaborate costume. 

“I know.” Lin sighed defeated and leaned against the wooden wall. 

“Don’t give up though, man! You still have time.” Chris looked right at Lin. “Can I suggest sooner rather than later.” Lin shrugged. The idea of asking Y/N out and having her turn him down seemed much worse than continuing to live in his day dreams. Lin and Chris were both watching as she hugged Ariana goodbye and started gathering up a few things around her. 

“Here’s your chance, ask her out right now.” Chris said. Lin gave him a nervous look, but Chris was already pushing him towards Y/N. 

“Hey…Y/N. Can I talk to you for a second?”


You turned around and saw Lin scratching the back of his head with a sheepish smile. It the most adorable thing you’d ever seen. You’ve had feelings for Lin since your first day working at Richard Rogers. There was a lot of down time in side the theater, hiding from the fans outside, and you’d spent a lot of that time with him the first day.  

“Yeah, of course Lin” You smiled at him. He laughed a little.

“Well I was just umm..” he wasn’t meeting your eyes. “I was wondering if you uh-” 

“Lin! Tina Fey’s here and she wants to meet you!” someone shouted. 

“You better go, genius.” you told him, smiling. 

“I..look, wait right here, okay?” He said. 

“Lin I-”

“Just stay there I’ll be back in a flash, I promise.” You rolled your eyes at his typical spastic nature. You continued organizing some of the stuff that was left behind in the rush of performances. 

Lin was right he was back very soon. 

“How’s Tina?” you joked. 

“Oh she’s great really funny.” he was out of breath. “Look, Y/N. Do you wanna go out with me sometime?” He asked the question so quickly it took you a moment to realize what he’d asked. He himself looked shocked. “I mean, like-”

“I’d love to Lin.” you stopped him before he could say something to ruin it.

“You would?” 

“Yeah” you said. He smiled brightly at you and you couldn’t help but smile back. 

“Lin!” Someone shouted again, but Lin stayed put.

“You should probably go, Lin.” 

“Oh! Right! I’ll…text you?” he said. You nodded and he smiled before sprinting away. 


He definitely texted you. A whole paragraph. 

 Hey Y/N, lemme just say I’m so beyond happy that you agreed to go out with me. Like you have no idea. The whole cast is going our for drinks after the Friday performance this week, and I know a lot of people were hoping you would too. But I also kind of want to do something just us. I feel like you and I haven’t gotten to hand out alone for awhile, and that sucks ya know? Anyway I was thinking maybe Thursday after the performance you and I can do something together. I know it’ll probably be late, but I thought it could be fun. I don’t know, let me know what you think

x Lin

Who even signs their name after texts?  You laughed at your phone and texted back. 

Thursday sounds great :)

x Y/N


“Smiley face! What does a smiley face mean?” Lin shouted. 

“It means she digs you!” Anthony said. 

“Nah, a winky face means she digs you. A smiley face means she just being nice.” Daveed said. 

“Just being nice? So she doesn’t like me?” 

“Okay, but this is Y/N we’re talking about. She only uses winky faces ironically.” Jazzy said. 

“True.” Oak said. “I wouldn’t know if she likes you or not though.”

“Oh I definitely think she does.” Daveed responded. 

“Really?” Lin’s voice squeaked.

“Yes!” Several voices echoed. 

“I don’t understand why you’re so worried, Lin!” Anthony said. “She already said she’d go out with you.”

“I don’t know.” Lin looked down.” I just really don’t wanna mess it up.”

“Oh my god.” Daveed said. 

“He loves her!” Jasmine exclaimed. 

“HOLY SHIT! Lin’s in love with Y/N!” Oak shouted. Renée burst into the room. 

“Lin’s in love with who?” she asked excitedly. 

“Y/N!” several people shouted. 

“Oh yeah I knew that.” Renée said,somewhat disappointed.  The room erupted into laughter. “She totally likes him too though.” 

“Actually?” Lin said, excitedly. Renée put her hand on Lin’s shoulder. 

“You have nothing to worry about.”


Thursday came faster as you expected, but it still didn’t feel fast enough. You were standing on the side of the stage passing props and having whispered conversations when you heard a voice close up to your ear. 

“We still on for tonight?” You turned around and saw Lin smiling at you. He was wearing his black outfit and had glasses on. 

“Of course!” you whispered back. Lin kept smiling at you. “Lin.” you whispered. “You’re on.” you said nodding to the stage. 

“Shit!” he whispered. He ran to the side of the stage and walked on right before he almost missed his entrance. You were still laughing when Daveed came offstage in a magenta suit. 

“What’s got you all happy?” he said with a smirk.

“Nothin’” you shrugged. 

“Could it be your date with Lin tonight?” 

Your face dropped. “You know about that?” 

“I know lots of things.” he said smiling. 

“Go get changed” You order blushing. He put his hands up in defense and walked away. You smiled again. It seemed Lin was just as excited. 


After the performance was over, you sat on a couch in one of the dressing rooms until Lin changed. You had already changed since you didn’t want to wear you work clothes on a first date with someone, especially if that someone already saw you in those clothes almost every day. You were wearing dark jeans and a turquoise top that showed part of your midriff. You heard a knock and looked up to see Lin standing in the doorway wearing jeans and and a gray button down. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail. You stood up and smiled at him. 

“Wow..” he breathed. You looked down and blushed. “Shall we go?” He held out his arm and you took it. 

“Where’re we going anyway?” you asked as you exited the theater through a door that was less crowded with fans. It was lat enough that most people had already left. 

“I was thinking we could just walk around until we see something to do.” 

“You, Lin-Manuel Miranda, wanna just walk around Broadway.” you said in shock. 

“Nah we’re getting the hell out of here.” he smiled. You turned down a street and started walking away from the lights and sounds of Broadway. You were walking around the Lower East Side when a small unassuming bar caught your eye. 

“You wanna go in?” he asked with a small smile on his face. The bar looked down right trashy. 

“Live a little, Lin!” you smiled. 

“No problem!” he shot back. You both walked in. It was just as you expected. Super trashy. Lin raised his eyebrows and laughed. You picked a spot side by side at the bar, and ordered drinks. 

Conversation flowed easily between you two. Eventually you scooting your chairs closer to hear each other better. He might lay a hand on your leg every once in awhile, and you might have touched his arm every time you laughed. The conversation switched between serious and not every few minutes. 

“I mean doesn’t it get hard? Having people expect so much from you?” You asked him. 

“Oh hell yes!” he responded. “It used to be worse though. I cared so much about what everyone thought about what I did. I’ve read every review every written for In The Heights.” he laughed lightly. 

“Well what changed?”

“I realized their opinions weren’t what mattered to me. I only really cared about impressing you. Honestly, everything’s been different since I fell in love with you.” You stared at him wide eyed. He mimicked your look. “Oh my god, that’s definitely not something that you say on the first date. I am so sorry, Y/N.” Lin put both hands over his face.

“Lin. It’s fine.” 

“It’s really not.” his voice was muffled by his hands. 

“Lin, look at me.” you said softly. He sighed and met your eyes. “Lin I…I love you, too.” you said, not fully realizing how true the words were until you said them out loud. 

“You-” Lin started, but you cut him off by kissing him. He was stunned, but quickly brought a hand up to your face. His tasted lightly of alcohol. You leaned so close you thought you might fall off the bar stool. 

“Last call!” the barman shouted gruffly. Lin pulled away from you gently. 

“Is it really that last?” he whispered. His face was still unbearably close. 

“I guess so.” you whispered back. You really did not want to leave, but you both had to work the next day. 

“I’ll get you a cab.” Lin stuttered. He helped you step off the bar stool and you both paid for you drinks. Lin felt bad having you pay, but you insisted that you liked it better that way. 

You walked out of the bar and Lin hailed a cab down for you. It took a few tried but he finally flagged one down. 

“Do you want to just split one?” you asked, wondering how he would get home. 

“No…I think I’m gonna walk for a bit.” he said. 

“Be safe.” 

“Are you gonna go tomorrow night?” he asked nervously. 

“Yeah, I think so.” A grin spread across both of your faces. He looked at you hesitantly then leaned in a kissed you quickly. 

“I’ll uh text you.” 

“You better.” you winked at him before stepping into the cab and closing the door. Lin watched as you drove off. You gave the driver you address. Sighing, you laid down in the backseat, clutching your purse to your chest which was tight with emotion.

“Good night?” the driver asked with an amused tone. 

“The best.” you replied. 

Whenever I look at her and tell her she’s beautiful, she doesn’t believe me.
She’ll do this cute thing with her nose whenever she remembers something she regrets, like that time she ran out on me into the rain and ended up getting sick.

She’ll laugh at her own immature jokes but oh god that just makes her even more beautiful.
She used to even talk about all the reasons why she loved me, she loved my voice, my laugh; she loved me. No girl ever said the words they thought about me before I met her.

Sometimes, when she’s nervous,
she’ll talk really quickly and it’s so relieving when I can calm her down.

She is so alike me, from being in love with basketball and music, down to sharing a favorite color and television show. She spoke, and I was there to listen.

At the time, I didn’t want to fall in love,
but then I saw her,
and holy shit I blew it.
— 

A poem from the boy who once loved me…

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Sight beyond Sight: Chapter 2

Summary: When Kimberly lost her eye sight, she gained something back in return and entered a world that she never thought existed.

AN: So this one has a bit more violence in this one. It has a scene where there is some blood, (not a lot) but I wanted to add a warning here as well just to be on the safe side. Also I did a little research when it came to Kimberly’s new adjustment but if i missed something, please let me know. Also if you want to give advice concerning the topic at hand it would be much appreciated. 

Also another warning, there are some derogatory terms in this chapter as well. 

Chapter 2: A cacophony of endless sound.

“Love is blind, and therefore not responsible for whoever she bumps into.”
Matshona Dhliwayo

Kim took about three weeks off from school after her accident.

At least that’s what Principal Caplan ruled it after “investigating” the situation concerning Kim’s injuries on school ground. Naturally it was Amanda’s father who had tight connections with the schools board of education that convinced them not to make his daughter a person of interest. Even though Trini knew that it was Amanda and Harper that shoved Kim face first into those acidic chemicals, there was no proof to officially punish those two girls.

But Trini knew. Their smug faces, the fact that they would giggle each time they cast glances at Trini, it was all saying the same thing “We’re untouchable and there’s nothing you can do about it.” The fact that they would get away with such a horrible action infuriated the yellow ranger to know end.

She didn’t care about their history. She didn’t care about some leaked picture drama in the past. There was no excuse for blinding her best friend.

She wanted to hurt them, to tear them apart, she wanted to cause the same pain and suffering that Kimberly was going through right now. But if she did that, then she’d be lowering herself to their level.

“Kim wouldn’t want that Trini.” Jason told her one day. Right before she was about to jump them from behind. “Especially after she’s changed so much for the better. This would be letting her down”

And Trini knew Jason was right. Kimberly turned  a complete 360 in her eyes. She was nicer, more open and most importantly she treated people the way that the deserve to be treated. Without judgment. She wasn’t the vein self centered mean girl that she was in the beginning. She wasn’t the bully that would send nude pictures of her friends to her boyfriend anymore.

She wasn’t that person and to do something like that would go against everything that Kim stood for. But that didn’t make Trini’s anguish or guilt go away. It just made it worse.

All she  could do was sob into Jason’s broad chest as he held her trying his best to dissipate Trini’s every growing guilt. If only she never told Kim about what Amanda said and told her that she was still in the science building. Kim might still have her vision today.

-

Kimberly liked to watch a lot of movies. And she’d like to think that she’s watched quite a few movies when dealing with vision loss. The movies make like to romantacize things when it came to being blind. There would be a montage of someone learning to read braille, they would fly by and pick it up in a heart beat and at the end of the film the blind character would end up becoming a public figure of sorts and end up making a world changing discovery all while saving the planet and getting the guy or girl in the end and living happily ever after.

But what they don’t show is how is the struggle that a blind teenager goes through. The complete overhaul of your school schedule to fit in those important introduction to braille learning, learning how to use a cane (which kimberly hated. It just reminded her of what she lost), learning to use audio books, having an aide following you around, it infuriated her to no end.

Kimberly absolutely despised having an aide with her. She prided herself of her independence and self reliance. Having someone around assisting her felt like having a baby sitter at her age. And apparently these aides weren’t to keen in being around her. She must have scared of four different aides. The last one reduced to tears as she ran off swearing never to work with another blind kid again.

On her first day back, her friends welcomed her with open arms. Naturally everyone in her group asked how was doing. Billy was the most excited as he literally jumped into the pink rangers arms asking how she was holding up and if she’s feeling better. He was always a sweet kid.

Zack was his usually sarcastic and dark humored self. But he meant well, even if he sometimes stuck his foot in his mouth.

“Hello Kimberly! Its good to see you!” he shouted. Which earned him a grimace and laugh from the pink ranger.

“Zack. She’s blind. Not deaf.” Jason reminded the black ranger. All Zack could do was blush at his embarasing mix up and apologize. Trini was uncharacteriscially quiet throughout the greeting. If it wasn’t for Kimberly hearing her familair footsteps and picking up the scent from the lemonade flavored lip gloss she was always wearing she wouldn’t have known that Trini stuck around.

“Hey Kim.” Trini gave her friend a timid response. Still unable to look Kim in her eyes. Not that she could since the pink ranger had on her perscription sun glasses. Her pupils were still sensitive to the lighting.

“Trini…” the former cheerleader placed her hands onto the shorter Latina’s shoulders as she rubbed them gently. She knew that Trini blamed herself. She could sense the girls heartbeat changing ever so slightly whenever she was around them. And it absolutely shattered her.

“You know when I was in the hospital, you guys were the only ones that visited me. That really kept me going you know?” She looked back up to her four team mates. The same team mates that never judged her or turned their backs on her. The same team mates that turned her into a better person.

“We’re just glad you’re back Kim.” She could hear Jason’s comforting and authorative voice. “It wasn’t the same without you.”

“Yo I really dig your shades. You got the whole Agent smith thing going for you.” Zack’s joke managed to get a laugh from everyone in the group. Even the previously wordless Yellow Ranger.

“Actually it’s more like Neo.” Billy began countering Zack’s statement. “ Agent Smith’s glasses aren’t as round as yours, and your rims are thicker so-”

“Oh god…”Kimberly just shook her head and smiled. Sight or no sight they were the same goofy idiots she knew and loved. “I really did miss you guys.”

“We missed you to K.” Their leader would mirror the group’s sentiments as the five of them walked down the halls of Angel Grove High to tackle the rest of their day.

-

Kimberly prided herself in her ability to do things on her own. She was a quicker learner and very skilled at remembering things after being taught to her only once. Her fellow rangers could attest to that as they’d all agreed she picked up those combat skills a lot quicker than most people. She was by every definition of the term an “independent women.” Yet her first few classes in the morning were those “Special classes” (according to her mom) that would teach her the tools and skills she needed to learn for every day life. And for the first time Kim found herself struggling.

She had to relearn everything from scratch. How to read, how to compose written sentences (she’d have resources available to her for that though) even simple things like math and searching the internet had it’s own system. Something that Kim was oblivious to. It was the first time in her life that she felt alone and frightened.

And it was the first time that she realized how many things in life she took for granted. Going to the movies with her friends, watching Billy’s face light up when talking about whatever sci fi movie that was released this week (It was some kind of new Star Wars film. She wasn’t into that genre), Seeing Zack and Jason’s face light up and laugh at random reasons, and Trini.

God how she’d miss looking into those deep brown eyes of hers. She knew the Latina’s face by heart. She probably studied it so many times that she could remember it even if she was blindfolded. Which ironically isn’t that far off in her current situation. But it was the little things she also missed. Texting with the group, taking photos on her instagram account, using her smart phone, everything that she loved doing she had taken for granted.

The day she was released from the hospital she wanted to use her phone to post an update on her facebook telling everyone that shes happy to be back home only to be met with the realization that she wouldn’t be able to see the keys in order to type out the message. Hell she couldn’t even see the apps that were on her smart phone. She actually broke down in tears at that very moment knowing that her life would change forever. Her own mother could only console her distraught teenager daughter the only way she knew how. Holding her and rocking her back and worth while rubbing her back as Kim clung to her mother’s waist like she used to when she was a little girl. “You’re a Hart. Kimberly. And Hart’s always find a way to keep beating. Even if the rest of the body shuts down.” her mother would say to her whenever she doubted herself. Kimberly would take whatever comforting and encouraging words she could get.

At Lunch though most things remained the same for the most part. Billy would go on about whatever science project he was working on while Jason would warn him not to blow up anything or cause anymore fires, the young science and tech entheusiast would keep saying “it was only that one time!.” Which wasn’t true. It was multiple times. But she was happy for that small twenty minute break of normalcy in her new routine. And like always Trini would be sitting next to Kimberly.

That’s something she’ll never take advantage of again. She was so grateful that the short Latina was there by her side. What was different was that Kimberly was not only able to hear the conversations going on in her table, but she was able to hear other people’s conversations around her. The jock’s at the table laughing at a video where one of them was beating up a smaller student, the cheerleaders at their usual tables making nasty comments and slut shaming comments about other students on facebook, she was able to pick up Amanda’s hateful words about her. About how “kimberly got what was coming to her. That bitch deserved it.” and Kimberly was outside of the lunch room of all places when she heard it!

Was she going crazy or was everything just…louder? The constant noise in her head and the overwhelming of her senses was giving her a headache. She felt Trini’s hand touching her shoulder in concern. The yellow ranger must have seen Kim’s face of discomfort.

“Kim? You ok?” Trini asked. Her voice laced with worry. “Do you need to go to the nurse or something?”

“No, I’m fine.” Kim waved off the other girl’s concern rubbing her own temples. “It’s just a small headache. Really I’m ok”

“You sure kim? You don’t look so good.” It was Jason’s turn to voice his concern for his fellow ranger. “Maybe Trini is right. A trip to the nurses office might be a good thing.”

The pink ranger was about to protest until she lifted her nose towards Jason’s direction. Her sense of smell being attacked overwhelmed by whatever meat or meat like substance Jason was eating for his lunch.

“Jace what the hell are you eating?” Kim asked in disgust. Jason just looked at her in confusion as he took another bite of his lunch.

“Uh…meat loaf?”

“Is that what it smells like?” The pink ranger would inquire, again scrunching up her nose in disgust. “It smells more like spam and greasy bread ugh.” She placed her hands over her own stomach as her sense of smell was attacked with the strong odor from Jason’s lunch. For kim, she never really paid attention to what her friends ate. Before her accident she never even noticed the quality of the food in the school.

But now the blind ranger’s sense of smell was not only bombarded the scent from the cafeteria but all around her. The fresh cut grass they were all sitting on, the salad dressing on Trini’s lunch, the smoke coming from the teacher’s lounge, it was pulling her sense of smell in multiple directions at once.

She never ate the school lunch before, she always brought her own organic and preprepared lunch with her to school. She never trusted the food before but after taking in a whiff of what Jason was eating she sure as hell wasn’t going to be dining down on whatever Angel Grove high was feeding their students.

“That’s because you never ate the school lunch before princess.” Zack smirked taking in a forkful of the mashed…whatever that they were serving today. “Us poor kids? We gotta go with whatever the public schooling system feeds us. Which isn’t so bad. Taco tuesdays are great.”

“I kinda like the deli sandwiches they give us on fridays. The sandwiches are always squared, and it comes with a donut from Krispy Kreme.” Billy chimed in as he took a bite from his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. It was the least offensive food item on the table. Kim however barely touched her own food. She didn’t have much of an apatite these days.

“Sorry guys. It’s just that everything smells so…strong.” The brunette just squinted her eyes trying her best to block out this new sensation she was feeling. It didn’t help knowing that the sun was shining down on her still sensitive and raw pupils. The sunglasses only could do so much.

“Hey Kim. I was thinking. Maybe we could talk to Zordon about your accident. He might be able to do fix this.” Jason suggested. His tone changing in the slightest.

Kimberly’s head snapped up at her friend’s suggestion. She never thought about it before. Zordon did come from a planet where his technology was more advanced than theirs in terms of discovery and progress.

“Yeah. I mean he’s gone some serious star trek technology going on. It’s worth a shot right?” The other rangers nodded in agreement. For the first time since her accident, Kimberly started to feel some hope. As their lunch period was coming to a close and the group got up from their seated position they were greeted uncerimoniously by a very nasally and annoying laughter. Kimberly knew who that laugh belonged to. She cringed enough times at it’s droll sound from behind her back.

“Well if it isn’t the charity case and it’s group of school Rejects.”

Kimberly flinched at the sound of Amanda’s familiar demeaning voice. The other four people in the group just glared at the resident queen bee and her entourage just surrounding them. Kim could hear Ty and Harper’s malicious laughter in the background as a crowd started to form around them.

“Hey Kim. Welcome back. I see that it’s be kind to the handicap day. And look! You got yourself a seeing eye dog! How sweet.” Amanda cooed as she batted her eyelash towards Trini. The Yellow ranger only narrowed her eyes towards her in anger in response. A mixture of giggles and murmmers surrounded the large forming group as the rest of Kim’s friends stood in defense. Jason was the first to speak out.

“Amanda why don’t you do us all a favor a leave? We’re not looking for trouble.”

“Yeah don’t you have a sugar daddy to annoy and bum pocket change off of or something?” Zack would retort. He was never as nice as their fearless leader of the group. That seem to have riled Amanda’s feathers.

“Hey Chink, why don’t you make yourself useful and take your mommy to her chemotherapy session. I hear she’s coming up towards her expiration date.”

That seemed to have worked on Zack as he looked as if he was about to Lunge towards Amanda. Girl or not nobody was about to make light of his mother’s situation. If it wasn’t for Billy and Jason holding the black ranger back and convincing him not to engage he probably would’ve lost it by now.

“Are you serious Amanda? What the hell is your problem?” Trini was starting to lose her own patience as Ty and Amanda stood directly in front of her. Blocking her path. She just glared up at the two taller bullies leaving Amanda standing face to face with Kim.

“Relax. I just wanted to welcome Kim back. So she can SEE. The warm welcome that she’s getting ” Amanda added a petty jab as she blinked her working eyes in front of the now quivering blind girl. She leaned into Kim’s ears and sneered quietly. “ After all, you know all about sending people visual aid right?”

Kim could only bite her lip at Amanda’s reminder of what she did. It wasn’t one of Kimberly’s proudest moments. And there wasn’t a day that didn’t go back that she wished she could take back what she did. A part of her even wondered if she was a nice person to Amanda, maybe the girl wouldn’t have turned out to be such a callous bitch to everyone.

“By the way. Nice shades Kim! Still managing to stay fashionable even after your blunder I see. What are these Prada?” Amanda snatched the glasses off of Kim’s face. For any normal person they would barely feel anything other than some embarassment, but with kim’s accident being recent it felt like someone was pouring scalding hot water into her eye sockets. Kimberly screamed in pain as the harsh sunlight came in contact with her still weakened pupils.

She clenched her eyes shut covering her scared frontal face with her own hands. The endless noise of disgusted yelps and laughter filling her ears pumling her ear drums mercisly. “amanda did you see her eyes? They’re white as hell! God her scars are so gross” She could hear harper and Ty’s laughing as Trini and the rest of the group was trying to break free.

“That’s enough Amanda!” Jason yelled as he and Zack tried to advanced towards her only to be blocked by a group of his own former peers from the football team. Trini tried to break free of Ty and Amanda’s grasp. Even Billy who was usually the calmest of the group had to be held back by Amanda’s entouage. Amanda just walked up to Kimberly who still had her eyes shut. Tears were already starting to leak from the pink ranger’s defective eyes.

“Don’t think I’m gonna take it easy on you just because you’re handicap Hart.” Amanda sneered one last time before violently shoving Kimberly to the ground. “You gotta watch where your going Kim. You really should try to see what’s in front of you.”

Amanda gave one last spiteful laugh before throwing the ranger’s sunglasses down onto the ground. As Kim fell to the dirt her head came in contact, even in her muddled state of mind, her senses were still in overdrive, Trini yelling Kim’s name as she rushed towards her along with her other friends, the sounds of footsteps rushing towards her, the heat coming from the mass of bodies surrounding her, as she drifted off into the darkness, the blood from the cut on her head spilling out of her wound the only thing running through her mind was the endless echos and vibrating sound that would never cease.

AN: I know I ended this chapter in a bit of a downer. But I wanted to set this up for something much more extraordinary in the upcoming chapters! It’s definitely gonna take a much more intense spin. At least I hope it comes across that way. lol

Ok but consider: post!reveal LadyNoir in the future, and that shower gag is still a thing.

Like now that Adrien/Chat are the same person to Marinette, the line between their personalities is completely blurred so we now have flirty!boyfriend Adrien who’s still a shy cinnamon roll underneath it all.

And one day after a particularly difficult Akuma, they crash Adrien’s place but they have no time to spend with each other, because there’s a fashion show is that evening and Adrien’s gotta jump in the shower fast.

And he forgets to tell Mari all of this because Gabriel forced asked him to model at last minute’s notice so he turns on the shower right as Mari wanders in the bathroom to look for him.

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