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Mom - Auston Matthews

Requested by anon: Hello!! I love your writing!! Do you kind writing a Auston Matthews imagine where he introduces the reader to his family and his mom doesn’t like the reader so she has to try to win her over?? Hopefully that makes sense!!! Thanks so much!!!

A/N: I’m so sorry it took so long, I’m awful. I hope you like it!

Word count: 1432

Warnings: None. I think. I mean, momma Matthews is mad.

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Originally posted by wonthetrade

“Oh my god (y/n), stop cleaning,” Auston whines from his spot on the couch. “You are going to wear out the floors if you keep vacuuming.”

I grunt, hitting his feet with the nozzle until he gives in and puts his feet up on the table that I have just wiped.

“Auston, put your feet down!” I scold him and he rolls his eyes, putting his feet on the floor after I’ve vacuumed under them.

“I don’t understand why are freaking out. It’s my family, not the Queen of England.” He says, looking down at his phone.

Yeah, it is easy for him to say, but I’m about to have a mental breakdown. I’ve been dating Auston for five months now and it’s been great so far,ut when he told me that his family is coming to visit from Arizona I got into full crazy mode. I’ve cleaned his house at least ten times in the last three days, bought fresh flowers, changed all the sheets and made beds for everyone, got snacks and food for everybody… And I’m more anxious by the minute.

“I don’t have to impress the Queen of England.” I mutter, dusting the top of the TV again.

“They are going to love you, (y/n).” Auston says, getting on his feet and wrapping his arms around my waist while I straighten a pile of pucks that are sitting on the TV stand.

“I hope so.”


I look at the mirror one last time, looking for flaws on my outfit. Auston and I decided that it would be best for me to meet his parents and sisters at dinner so he could spend time with them first. We are going to Auston’s favorite steak house. I decided that a pair of jeans, a nice blouse and booties would be an okay outfit, it was simple and it didn’t scream I tried too hard.

“C’mon (y/n), you can do this.” I cheer at my reflection, grabbing my keys from the small hooks on the wall and stepping out my small apartment.

The steak house isn’t far away from my place, so I decide to walk there. It only takes me ten minutes to get there and I’m five minutes early… that’s good, right? I’m early… I didn’t make them wait… I’m so worried about causing a good impression that I don’t even realize that they are here until Auston touches my arm.

“(y/n).” My name rolls in his mouth, waking me up from my trance. “(y/n), these are sisters, Alexandria and Breyana, and my mom and dad, Ema and Brian.”

I smile, extending my hand to shake everyone’s hands, but Breyana walks up to me and hugs me leaving me speechless for a second.

“It’s so nice to meet you, (y/n). “ She says, rubbing my back with her hands. “Auston doesn’t stop talking about you.”

I feel like I’m blushing and I give everyone a shy smile, earning smiles from everyone but Ema.

“Let’s get inside.” Ema’s accent is thick, but it is easy to understand.

I sit between Breyana and Auston, Ema in front of me. We order our drinks and Auston and I give them time to choose what they want from the menu; Auston and I already know what we want. I can’t help it but to smile when Brian orders for Ema so she doesn’t have to repeat herself if the waiter doesn’t understand her the first time around.

“So (y/n), what do you do for living?” Brian asks, taking a sip of his beer.

“I’m a student.” I answer. “Sports management.”

I don’t realize that I’m nervous until Auston puts his hand on my leg to stop me from jerking it any longer. I look at him and he gives me a reassuring smile, squeezing my thigh softly.

“Oh, so you are planning on working with athletes! She could be your manager, Aus!” Alexandria says cheerily and I smile, shaking my head.

“Auston doesn’t need a new manager.” Ema’s voice is sharp; she almost sounds mad.

I look at her, trying to decipher if she is actually annoyed or not. She is looking straight at me, a frown visible on his face.

“I actually want to work with teams, not athletes.” I say, nervously playing with my rings.

“I’m sure that Auston could help you get into the Maple Leafs team.” Brian comments and Ema’s frown deepens.


I’m sitting next to Ema watching the game. Auston has got tickets for all of us, even thought I told him that it wasn’t necessary, that I could get my own ticket. To be honest, I don’t want to be here; I can feel Ema’s discontent with me from a thousand miles away. I’ve tried to make her like me… not even like me, tolerate me, for the last three days and nothing has worked.

The game is tied to one with only two minutes left on the clock. I try to focus on the game, but I’m too busy trying to be as invisible as possible, answering Brian, Breyana and Alexandria’s questions with the smallest amount of words as I possibl can so I don’t say anything that can upset Ema any further. I’m so focus on barely breathing that I don’t even realize that Auston has scored until everyone have jumped off their seats. I get on my feet and applaud, trying to ignore Ema’s disappointed look.


“I’m going to bed.” Auston says, getting up from the couch where he is sitting and kissing my temple. “You staying?”

“No, I should leave.” I say, shaking my head and he frowns but doesn’t say anything else.

“Good night, everyone.” He kisses his mom and sisters good night and walks to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

Before I can get up and leave Breyana, Alexandria and Brian excuse themselves as well and go to their rooms, leaving me alone with Ema. I sit there, trying to figure out what to say or do.

“I think that you should go.” Ema says. “For good.”

“For good?” I wonder, feeling sick on my stomach.

“Yes, before you hurt my son.” Her answer stinks deep inside my soul.

“I would never hurt your son on purpose.” I defend myself, getting on my feet. “I love your son.”

“You love his money, his fame and his contacts.” Ema’s accent is even thicker when she is mad and I feel even sicker than before.

“I have never asked him for anything, Ema. Neither do I want him to find me a job.” I say, rising up my voice. “We met on the coffee shop I work on. He kept coming and coming and coming, asking for a large Americano and my number and he didn’t stop until I agreed to give him my number and go on a date with him. Yes, I knew who he was, if I would have wanted to take advantage of him I would have agreed to go on a date the first time he asked.”

Ema and I stare at each other for what it seems like years, trying to read each other’s expressions. It doesn’t seem like Ema has anything else to say, so I grab my coat from the back on the chair it is on and walk towards the front door when I hear her.

“(y/n)… you should stay.” She says and I turn around. “I’m making churros for breakfast.”

I look at her again, but she seems sincere so I nod and hang my coat on the entry’s closet and take my boots off, leaving them on the shoe rack.

“Good night, Ema.” I whisper, realizing that I’ve been yelling all the time.

“Buenas noches, mija.” She answers, giving me a shy smile.

I open Auston’s door and step in, shutting it behind me and leaning on it.

“Come here, baby.” Auston says from the bed, patting the spot next to him. “My mom is scary when she is mad.”

“No kidding.” I say, taking my jeans off and getting in bed besides him.

“Make your banana pancakes for her tomorrow and she will fall in love with you.” He tells me, wrapping his arms around my body.

“That’s how I made you fell in love with me?” I wonder, laughing softly.

“Pretty much.” He jokes and I hit his chest. “I love you, (y/n). And my mom will love you too, just give her a little time to stop being overprotective over his baby boy.”

“She won me over when she said churros, to be honest.”

Just a Secretary Tommy x Reader

Here’s my Tommy fic that I’ve made all of you wonderful people wait too long for.

Request: OK so here it is: Tommy being in love with a younger reader and being like super protective/jealous of her around Finn and Michael and smut happening cause she’s a teaser

Hope this is OK anon. I changed it a bit unknowingly.

Warnings: Cursing, terribly written smut

Walking into Shelby Brother Limited, I took off my hat, shaking the drops of rain off my shoulders before hanging my coat up on the hook.

“Good morning boys.” Finn was sitting on Michaels desk, talking in hushed whispers. They both turned towards me, smiles stretching across their faces.

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William Nylander - Part 3

Tumblr won’t let me add a picture and I’m kinda pissed…. JK fixed it 

I wake in the morning feeling like train wreck. When I stumble into the bathroom I’m surprised to see that I can see out of both of my eyes, though one is completely black and purple. The swelling has seemed to go down quite a bit from when I went to bed and I breathe a sigh of relief. Not that I have anyone to look good for, but I don’t exactly want to be scared to look in the mirror every day.

               Letting the hot water from my shower wash off the remaining dried blood and I’ll admit, a few tears from last night. Nathan had been all over me like a mother hen, insisting that he stay the night in case something happened and when I in turn asked him what he thought could possibly happen he couldn’t think of a scenario. So Rian has shooed both him and Jake off before they could even walk inside the front door. She had been able to convince me to stay at my parent’s house with her, saying that she wanted to keep an eye on me but I really knew it was because she didn’t like staying in the house on her own. Our parents weren’t due to come home from their anniversary cruise until next week Monday and it was only Wednesday.

               I dress myself, careful when I pull my shirt on to not rip my stitches and make my way downstairs. Rian is already up and about to go out the door to head to school.

               “I was going to wake you, but thought better,” she says and eyes my face. “Balance the black on your other eye and you could make a good living as a hooker.” She smirks at me.

               I throw her a filthy look. “Don’t you have to be somewhere?” I huff back at her, making my way into the kitchen.

               “Yes, actually. But I wanted to see your face when I tell you this,” she says following after me and I frown at her.

               “Tell me what?” I ask slowly.

               “That you’re an internet meme now,” she looks overly happy and I tense.

               “What?” I ask, my voice much louder than I intended.

               “Someone at the game took a picture of the jumbrotron and you giving a thumbs up with a mangled face. Now people are posting those pictures with the clinche caption of how tough hockey fans are and all that,” she rolls her eyes and I relax.

               “Oh, then that’s not so bad,” I say and dig through the cupboards for something to eat.

               “You also might want to check your phone,” Rian adds, a devilish grin on her face when I turn to look at her. “See you later,” she says and skips out the door.

               I stare after her a moment and then make a mad dash to my coat hanging in the hallway where my phone is still resting. Swiping the screen on my stomach drops, there’s over five hundred notifications from all my social media apps and text messages.

               “How can people possibly know who I am? I got hit in the face with a puck!” I yell out loud into the empty house. Groaning, I start going through the follow requests and mentions, getting annoyed after thirty seconds and just changing my settings to that anyone can follow me instead. That takes away over three hundred of the notifications.

               Scrolling through the messages I ignore most of them from people I haven’t talked to in months. Both Jake and Nathan texted me this morning asking how I feel and I respond to them and them only. None of my friends that don’t watch hockey haven’t said a single thing to me so I know that it’s not as big a deal as Rian made it sound like.

               I mute my phone and get set on my bowl of cereal and think about what I’m going to do today. Working as an editor for a publishing company, I’m able to work from home most days and today will be no different. Cleaning up after myself I get my car keys and head back to my apartment downtown. I keep my hat down low on my head when I sneak into my favorite coffee shop and no one gives me a second glance. I hurry across the street to my apartment and breathe a sigh of relief when I get into the elevator.

               Kota is waiting for me at the door, meowing like she’s been starved to death. I fill her bowl that wasn’t even empty while she preys on my foot, thinking she’s the almighty queen of the apartment. I force myself to walk into my home office, the stack of manuscripts on my desk is intimidating and I grimace as I sit down and pull on my glasses carefully. Before the headache can even have a chance to start, I reach into the desk drawer and down a few pain meds. Always good to be prepared.

               Four hours later a ding on my phone nearly makes me fall out of my seat. I place the highlighter and pen on to the desk beside the thriller manuscript I had been pouring over all morning, yellow and red marks all over the sheet glare up at me. Picking up my phone I see a message from Rian.

               Half day today. Ready for pizza?

               I glance at the clock and cringe at the time.

               Give me fifteen minutes

               Another manuscript get the better of you?


               See you in a few


               I scramble from my chair, Kota startles and sprints across the room sending toys and papers alike scattering across the floor. Giggling, I make my way into my room and strip down from my comfy clothes and into something that makes me look a little less homeless. I catch a glance of myself in the mirror and groan.

Having forgotten the black eye and angry red stitches, I reach for another ball cap and pull the bill down as far as I can. It doesn’t help much but I don’t dare to even try and put makeup over it. Maybe we can get a table in the back corner.

               I meet Rian in the parking lot and to my dismay the place looks packed.

               “Why are there so many people here? Don’t they have jobs?” I grumble and Rian laughs.

               “You have a job and you’re here,” she smirks at me, her eyes traveling to my bruised cheek. “Not gonna lie, you look pretty badass in your whole ensemble.” She gestures with her hands to the rest of my outfit and I realize that I put on all black, even my coat. “I’m loving the whole dark energy thing.”

               I roll my eyes at her and push her through the front door. While there are a lot of cars in the parking lot, there are still several empty tables and I’m grateful when the hostess leads us to one in a secluded corner. I pick up the menu although I don’t know why, I get the same thing every time I’m here. Rian does the same thing and we laugh at each other.

               “Remember when dad used to take us here when mom would go out of town. Literally every night she was gone this was our dinner,” she smiles down at her menu, tracing the restaurants logo that sits in the top right corner.  

               “Yeah, I do,” I smile as the memories as well. “Carson and Logan annoying us to death with their spit ball wars.”

               “I miss them, I hate that their camp is two weeks long. When I went it was only a week,” she pouts and I have to laugh.

               “I thought the same thing when you went, they will be back soon. And then you’ll be calling me begging to come over so you can get away from the twelve year old devils,” I say and she nods.

               “True, but I still miss them. The house feels so empty without them and mom and dad gone. I might go insane before Monday,” she replies, tracing her finger along the condensation on her glass of lemonade.

               “See, when I was home alone like you, I loved it. No one to annoy me or take my things without asking.” Rian scowls at me for that one. “It was nice, but I loved it even more when you all came home,” I add and wink at her, she softens her scowl.

               “I guess that’s the difference between you and I. You’re Miss. Independent and I’m the exact opposite. I don’t think I could live alone like you do, work at home like you do… I wouldn’t be able to function.”

               “I have Kota,” I argue and she gives me a look. “Hey! She’s a person too, just because she can’t talk doesn’t mean she doesn’t have feelings.”

               “Oh my God, my sister is already a crazy cat lady,” Rian says, rubbing her face with her hands and I roll my eyes. Her eyes dart to the side of me and widen slightly.

               “What are you looking at?” I ask her, preparing to turn around when she shakes her head.

               “Nothing, thought for a moment I left my straightener on at home,” she says, busying herself with her lemonade.

               I eye her blonde locks, perfect spiral curls going every direction. “Funny your straightener would be on when you wouldn’t have used it.” I quirk an eyebrow at her as her cheeks flush. Lucky for her, the waitress arrives again to take our order.

               After the waitress leaves I forget about the straightener and excuse myself to the bathroom. I keep my head low as I pass by the booths and tables, both when I head towards the bathroom and when I’m returning. I glance up to make sure I’m in the right line of booths when I notice that Rian traded seats with me.

               “What are you doing?” I ask her, pausing at the side of the table and eyeing her.

               “I wanted to watch the T.V,” she says nonchalantly, sipping her beverage though she never looks at me.

               I sit down slowly, still eyeing her. “You don’t like UFC fighting…” I say and she blushes again.

               “Well then maybe I thought you would enjoy the view sitting there,” she whispers, a smirk playing on her lips as she glances down from the T.V for only a second.

               “What are you talking about?” I ask and lift my eyes to gaze around, I don’t see a single T.V and the decorations are just that, decorations. It isn’t until I lower my eyes to the large table beside us do I realize what she meant. Oh God. I pull the hat down even lower and drop my eyes back to my empty plate. “Rian, switch back with me,” I plead in a whisper.

               “Nope,” Rian responds, not bothering to look down from the T.V again. “I’m good here.”

               “Rian, I swear to God if you don’t switch with me right now-“

               “What? What are you going to do?”

               I hesitate. “Cry.”

               Rian snorts a laugh. “No you won’t, I haven’t seen you cry since we watched Marley and Me six years ago.”

               I pout and dare to peek up at the table to my left. Big mistake. My eyes meet those blue ones again and I shiver. A smile flashes across his face before he looks back at one of his teammates.

               “So, what did you see?” Rian asks, trying and failing to keep the smile off her face and I aim a nice kick to the shins under the table. She jerks in her seat, hitting the table with her arm and causing the whole thing to tremble. Another mistake. I can feel the eyes of the table beside us.

               “God, I hate when you do that!” She snaps, rubbing her leg with her hand and glaring at me.

               I give her my biggest smile and flutter my eyelashes. “Do what?” I ask.

               Rian throws another look my way before our waitress returns with our pizza. All fighting is set aside as we devour the pizza with our eyes, still too warm to eat.

               We each have four slices a piece and I lean back in my seat when I finally gulp down my last bite. I let out a satisfied sigh and wish nothing more than to take a nap right there.

               I open my eyes to say something to Rian but my attention is caught once again to the other table. Will is immersed in the plate before him, shoveling food into his mouth like he hasn’t eaten in a week. A faint smile pulls at my lips I continue to watch him, he doesn’t seem to notice until an arm nudges his side and when I look over at who the arm belongs to, I meet the eyes of another player, Morgan Rielly. He nods at me before I can look away and when Will looks in my direction I flush crimson and stare at my glass. Mortified.

               “I think I’m going to go the bathroom,” Rian says, oblivious to what just happened and I give her panicked look.

               “What? No, don’t leave me here alone!” I whisper quickly and she looks at me like I’m crazy.

               “You’ll be fine,” she says and slides out of her booth.

               “Rian, no!” I say, willing her to sit back down. She gives me one last confused look and walks past me towards the other side of the restaurant where the bathrooms are. “I have no sister!” I whisper and I think I see a faint hint of a smile before she’s out of my view.

               Turning back in my seat so I’m once again facing my empty plate, I try very hard to regulate my breathing. I can hear the faint conversation of the boys at the next table and I reach for my phone. My only distraction. I scroll for a moment until I feel the gaze to my left again. Pressing my lips together I tense, I can just barely see him to the side, my eyes still focused on the screen though I’m not reading a single thing. I see him stand slowly and say something to Morgan.

               Oh no. Please no. Will takes a step towards me and I stop breathing. I keep my eyes down even when he reaches the side of my table, his gaze hot on my face and I know I’m the color of the cherry red booth I’m sitting on.

               “Mind if I sit for a moment?” Will asks and I open my mouth to answer but nothing comes out. I can’t even look at him. Instead I slowly nod my head and put my phone down on the table.

               He moves into the booth and my eyes go his hands folded in front of him on the table.

               “How’s the head?” He asks and finally I’m able to look up.

               “It’s okay,” I answer, searching his face for the other question that he seems to be holding back on.

               “Good, it doesn’t look too bad,” he says, his eyes trailing up and down the side of my face.

               “Too bad?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

               “I didn’t mean it like that!” He says hurriedly. “I mean that I figured your eye would be pretty much swollen shut is all.” Will smiles at me and I just stare back.

               “What are you doing here?” I ask him after a moment and he frowns. “Didn’t think pizza was exactly the meal a hockey player has the night before a game.”

               Will’s eyes dart back and forth between mine, fumbling for an answer. “Because you said you would be here.” He says finally and I’m floored by his honesty.

               “What?” I stammer.

               “You asked your sister last night if you could come here today,” he says slowly and I remember the elevator ride.

               “So… you wanted to check up on me?” I ask, raising an eyebrow and he blushes. I hate how adorable it looks.

               “Maybe.” Is all he says and we sit in silence for another few seconds.

               “And that was it?” I ask again, pulling my glass closer to me and trailing my fingers along the lip slowly, concentrating on the shapes instead of his face.

               He watches for another few seconds, not looking up at me when he answers. “Maybe not.”

               “So, what else could there possibly be?”

               He hesitates again and fidgets slightly in his seat. I make him nervous. “I kinda wanted to make it up to you, somehow,” he finally says and I halt my finger on my glass, my eyes flashing to his.

               “What?” I ask dumbly.

               “What can I do to make it up to you?” He asks and his blue eyes overwhelm my own and I have no idea what to say.

               “Tell you what,” he says after a beat. “I’ll give you my number, and when you think of something. You let me know.” Without waiting for a response, he reaches across the table and grabs my phone. When he sees that he needs a passcode to unlock it, he reaches back across for my hand. He gently slides my hand across the table, pressing my thumb to the home button and I let him. Will opens my contacts and adds his own in before sliding it back across the table to me.

               “Hopefully you let me know sooner rather than later,” he whispers, slowly sliding out of the booth just as my sister reappears in the corner of my eye. Will smiles at her and nods before flashing his eyes back to me, winking before he turns and returns to his own table where several of his teammates are staring.

               I blink several times and finally let out the breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. Rian sits back down across from me, pressing her lips together.

               “So, what did I miss?” She asks after a moment and I laugh.

               “Not much.”

I told you- Ethan Cutkosky

Two days ago, I told Ethan that I did not “dare” him to run out in the rain in just his boxers because he would get sick. Two days ago, Ethan took that as me daring him to run in the rain in just his boxers. One day ago, Ethan developed a stuffy nose and a sore throat.

“Eth, you need to take your medicine to get all better,” I felt like I was talking to a 5 year old, he was acting like one anyways.

“I don’t wanna, it’s gross,” he whined, his voice was hoarse. I waved the spoon in front of his face causing his nose to scrunch up in disgust. He laughed at my unamused expression, which sent him into a deep coughing fit. I patted his back, wanting him to just get it all out.

“Ethan…” I warned, raising my eyebrows, he groaned but opened his mouth, accepting the spoonful of medicine. After he swallowed it, he closed his eyes, threw his head back and stuck his tongue out from the side of his mouth.

I stood there, watching him, deciding that I would just wait to let him explain.

“I just died because it tasted so horrible,” he explained, he giggled at his own joke.

“Was it really that bad?” Was medicine really that gross? I couldn’t remember the last time I took cold medicine.

“Worst thing I’ve ever done,” he responded matter of factly.

“I told you not to run in the rain…”

*2 hours later*

“Ethaaaaaan, I’m home,” as usual I called out to him, waiting for his response, I doubted that he would be asleep the whole time.

After hanging up my coat, keys and bag, I walked into the living room, expecting to see Ethan on the couch, where I had left him. After he had fallen asleep I decided to go to the store and get everything I needed to make him a nice soup.

“Ethan?” I called out again. Again, no answer.

As quickly as I could, I put the groceries away, growing anxious to see how Ethan was doing. Deciding that he was probably in bed, I climbed the stairs, making my way to our bedroom.

My angel was curled up in bed, he clutched a pillow to his chest, his eyebrows were furrowed, eyes shut and lips slightly parted. A blue beanie was placed on his head, pushing his hair away from his face, he wore a gray sweatshirt that was a little too big. The covers were pulled up to his neck, he looked so cozy under the mounds of blankets. As quietly as I could, I made my way to him and sat on the edge next to him.

His cute little nose was red, contrasting the paleness of the rest of his face. My eyes wandered to the box of tissues by his head, then I noticed that in one of his hands he was loosely holding a tissue. I brought the back of my hand to his forehead, feeling the hot clammy skin. My hand moved down to his cheek, caressing his soft skin, Ethan nuzzled his cheek further into my hand.

Are you feeling any better since this morning?“ My voice was soothing and gentle, despite feeling worried and anxious. Although it was just the common cold, seeing Ethan sick was one of the worst feelings.

“Not really, I’m okay though ” he croaked, his eyes remained closed.

I could tell that Ethan’s demeanor did a complete 360 from this morning, it was probably because he felt worse. My heart ached, I knew he wanted to be his usual bright, playful self but he couldn’t. I didn’t expect him to be in a good mood when he was sick, which is why I was so confused when he was fine this morning.

I continued gently stroking his cheek for a few minutes before deciding to get him more medicine and make him a cup of tea.

Before getting up I pressed a light kiss on his forehead, as I began to stand up Ethan gently grabbed my wrist, “No, stay. Please?”.

His gaze slowly rose from his hand holding my wrist, greeting me with his cool grey eyes. Mostly his eyes were blue, a very light blue, but they would darken to a grey shade depending on his mood and the clothes he wore. Sometimes, every so often, they’d look green. Today, Ethan’s eyes were an icy grey, his pupils weren’t as dilated as they usually were.

“You’re a lot less energetic than this morning,” I chuckled softly, peering down at him, taking a seat next to him again.

“I didn’t feel half as shitty as I do now, also I got grumpy because you were gone, also because I watched the episode where Michael leaves The Office,” his tone was light.

Before I could respond Ethan said, “Will you lay down with me? Please”.

As soon as I nodded, Ethan scooted over to his side of the bed, leaving a big space between us.

He must have noticed my confused expression as I climbed into our bed because he said, “I want to cuddle more than anything, but I don’t wanna get you sick”.

As irresponsible as it was, I didn’t care if Ethan got me sick. All I wanted was to make him feel as comfortable as he could under the circumstances.

“Come here,” I whispered, holding my arms wide open.

“You’re going to get sick, babe” he replied, sighing lightly.

“I don’t care,” I softly objected, I added “Pleeeease?” knowing that that would get him.

“Okay,” Ethan made his way into my arms.

Regularly, Ethan was the big spoon, on rare occasions I got to be the big spoon. Being wrapped in Ethan’s arms was my favorite place to be, Ethan would always tell me how much he loved to hold me. That was just the way it was most often. Getting to hold him felt good too, in a way I felt like I was protecting him, he was my cute little baby and being able to cuddle him felt very rewarding.

“Ethan?” I asked after a few minutes of laying in silence, checking to see if he was still awake.

“Yes?” his voice was throaty, reminding me just how sick he was. He flipped over, facing me to give me his full attention.

“Nothing, I just wanted to see if you were asleep…” my eyes studied his face as he studied mine.

“Oh…I missed you,” he brought his hand up to tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear.

“I missed you too, Eth” my grin grew bigger, even though I didn’t think that was possible.

Ethan’s smile mirrored mine, I scooted closer to him so that our foreheads touched. He took his bottom lip between his teeth, then released it. I pulled away so that I could run my thumb over his plump bottom lip, his lips were irresistible. But I knew I couldn’t just kiss him because he would tell me how “I was going to get sick and blah blah”.

I could feel his eyes on me. His mouth was parted slightly, he brought one of his hands to where my jawline met my neck, his thumb ran back and forth across my cheek.

“I want to kiss you so badly,” his voice was gruff, I could feel his cool breath fanning over my face.

“Then do it,” my voice was low, I brushed our lips against each other.

“I want to, obviously. Really badly. But if you end up getting sick then it’ll be my fau-”

I cut him off by pressing my lips against his own, after a second he gave in and kissed back. Our lips glided over each other’s smoothly. He captured my bottom lip in between his lips. Ethan bit my lip gently, softly tugging at it. His hand slipped to my waist to try to pull me closer to his body, even though we were already as close as we could get.

His mouth tasted of vanilla, contrasting the taste of mint from my mouth, creating the most delicious combination.

Our lips moved in perfect sync, making an intoxicating rhythm. My hand moved to remove his beanie, once it was off I gently gripped his hair. Ethan smiled against my mouth, breaking our kiss, but kept our foreheads against each other. Our eyes met but all I could see was Ethan’s huge grin.

“What?” I tilted my head slightly, confused about Ethan’s unusual behavior. He seemed giddy almost. Again, changing his demeanor quickly.

“Nothing… I just really fucking love you,” he shook his head slightly, the hoarseness of his voice made it 10 times cuter. Some color was finally added back onto his face, a soft pink tint trailed along his cheeks.

I felt the heat rise onto my own cheeks and responded, “I really fucking love you too”.

“Good,” I situated myself so that I was laying flat on my back, Ethan laid his head on my chest, nuzzling into my boobs. What a weird child.

“Your boobs are warm,” he looked up at me with a toothless grin and then nuzzled in further. His arm draped over my stomach, while he tucked the other one under his head.

“You’re an odd one,” I told him playfully.

“Can you play with my hair?” he rasped, the moment my fingers ran through his curls, he hummed softly and smiled a satisfied smile.

I could tell Ethan was really tired. With each blink, his eyelids would get heavier. His eyes slowly shut, making his dark eyelashes touch his cheeks.

Out of nowhere, a cough came from the back of my throat disrupting the comfortable silence. The second I coughed, Ethan’s head shot up off my chest, he looked directly at me, widening his eyes and throwing his hands up in the air.

“See? I told you!”


No smut today, just fluff. There wasn’t much of a plot but I felt like writing about cute,sick,needy Ethan. Buuuut don’t worry there’s smut coming very soon😉

Feedback is appreciated, and please don’t hesitate to send in your requests (anon is on). I promise I’m working hard to fulfill all your wonderful requests!!!

anyways, hope you enjoyed - M💚


EXO’s Reaction to seeing you wrapped up into a burrito watching Stranger Things



*Instant laughter the moment he saw you. You were on your side, eyes on the screen and there was a large bottle of soda on the ground. The funny thing was, you had went out and bought the longest, most ridiculous swirly straw you would find, hooked it into the bottle and left the other end in your mouth so you don’t have to reach out your hand to grad a cup.*

“This is what happens when I leave you alone by yourself. But I have to admit, that isn’t a bad idea. A+ for laziness, babe.”

Originally posted by perfectioninthreeletters


*Probably will make a joke about this. He’d get in front of your face, not letting you see the screen with a shit-eating grin on his face.*

“Hey, what’s a burrito like you wrapped up on the couch like this? Hmm????”

Originally posted by oh-prankster


*Swoons at the sight of your cute little self. There had to be at least three layers of blankets that you rolled yourself into. When he asked why aren’t you sweating in that, you’d reply with “I figured, that’s why I have the AC turned on.” He’d laugh and join you.*

“What would I do without you.”

Originally posted by justforluhan


*When he saw you so focused on the screen and not even realize he walked into the house, he decided to scare you a bit. He’d quietly hand up his hings and move upstairs where he proceeded to take off his pants. Then he carefully walked in front of the TV in his boxers and a T-Shirt, pointing at screen and yelling really loud.*

Originally posted by ethereal-baek


*Immediately joins your cute little burrito self and hugs your body as the two of you relax. He’d occasionally feed you the chips you had sprawled out and eventually, fell asleep.*

“This is the most comfortable place to be right now. I am so glad we bought this huge couch.”


*Being sort of a brat that you’re not paying any attention to him. He was going to be petty and pout upstairs in your room but decided to sit at the end of the couch where your feet were, hugged a pillow and pout there instead, watching the show with you in the process.*

“Maybe after this Episode…she’ll give me kisses.”

Originally posted by exofetish


*Finds you adorable. When you saw him come in, you struggled to crane your head and when you could successfully look at him, you gave the cutest smile that made your cheeks puff. he couldn’t handle the cuteness and waved at you to stop.*

“Go back to the show, you little cutie, youu. How cute can a human get?”

Originally posted by heyyplayboy


*Doesn’t mind since you so this a lot. Which is one of the reasons why he loves you. You have the ability to lay in one spot for a long time. For all he remembers, you stayed in the same position since he left this morning.*

“Alright, I’ll just go hang my coat and we can be lazy together. Be right back~”

Originally posted by baekon-stripss


*Finds you adorable but also very annoyed. You full attention is towards the screen and as we all know, Sehun needs his daily attention from his beloved girlfriend, He’d go right up to your face and lean in reeeaaallllll close.*

“Hellooo??? Are you going to get up and love me or stay like this and not give me attention?”

Originally posted by sehunnified



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Pairing: Lucifer x Reader
Word count: 1,210
Warnings: Angst. Death of an innocent. Cussing. Drinking. Fluffy Ending.
Challenge:  This was written for @bloodstained-porcelain-doll​‘s Challenge of Raven. This was a unique challenge - I gave her a small paragraph about myself (similar to ships) and she provided me with my character (Lucifer), Genre (Angst and Fluff) and dialog I had to incorporate into the story (”Darling you drink too much and I don’t mean coffee. What can I do to help you? Give you a cat? Five? I don’t like to see my human cry.”)

This was more than a couple days later so I am really sorry @bloodstained-porcelain-doll! Thank you for hosting such a unique and fun challenge !

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Creepypasta #1069: Doughnuts

Length: Medium

When I was a kid, I worked at a bakery called Blissful Bites.

It was independently run, extremely quaint, and owned by a lady called Naomi Sutton. She made all of the goods herself. Cakes, pies, pastries - she could whip up just about anything if you gave her the right ingredients. Her specialty, however, was doughnuts.

My job was running deliveries on my bike. Naomi had two other teenagers, James and Abby, running the storefront on a rota. We were banned from the kitchen due to supposed “safety hazards”, but we were all sure it was actually because Naomi thought we were thieving teens with the capacity to steal merchandise.

I’d been there a little over three weeks when Naomi’s husband disappeared.

At the time, it didn’t seem like a huge deal. There hadn’t been a struggle, or signs of foul play, or really anything in particular; according to her, he just hadn’t come home from work the prior evening. She didn’t even seem all that fussed about it.

“No point getting the police involved,” she told me, when I clocked in that morning. Despite how sensitive she got over people trespassing in the kitchen, she was a good boss, and always up for a chat if you caught her outside her domain. “Not yet, at least. He’s done this before, the bloody prick. He’ll probably show up back home tonight asking me why his dinner’s not on the table.”

But he didn’t.

Naomi was snappier and more private than usual the following day, and looked as though she hadn’t slept. Her response to James - usually her favourite - asking if she was holding up okay was a sharp, “Mind your own sodding business.”

So, given the tense atmosphere in the shop, I was more than a little grateful when Naomi emerged from the kitchen with a box for me to deliver. I hopped on my bike and rode over to the address she’d given me.

The woman who answered the door of said address - Juliet Wells, according to the card- was young and pretty, albeit rather overweight. She seemed bemused by the delivery.

“Who’s it from, then?” she said.

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Bounded to you- 01

Now I break the wait of you guys! Here goes the first part of the series. Hope you all will enjoy and give me the feedbacks.
Y/n’s Pov

‘So yeah I still have a soft corner for him.
xx y/n’
I closed my diary as a sigh left my lips. I ran my fingers on the Worn out leather covering the hard cover of diary. My journal was my best friend. No doubt I had friends as in person too but none of them were close to me as my journal. Wherever I go, whatever I do, my journal never left me. Someone said right anyways. ‘Books are our best friends with no demands and no complaints.’

I set my glasses down on the side table. I rubbed the bridge of my nose which ached due to the plastic of the glasses. Rubbing my eye with the back of my hand i glanced at the clock which showed 10:30 pm. Late enough. Yawning I turned the lights off before drifting to sleep.

“Love!!!!! Cmon!” Harry chirped as he perched upon me shaking my shoulders. We were having a descent walk in the wintery weather of London when, Harry decided to start a play fight of snow out of nowhere. He rolled some snow and threw it at me with such a force that it ended up aiming for my eye. I laid there with my hands covering my face.

“Baby please lemme see it?” Harry asked softly lifting my hand up. He gasped when instead of crying I smushed a ball of snow directly on his face. Shrieking and giggling I stood up and started running with Harry chasing behind me. I was so in love with Harry that it physical hurt me sometimes.

After a few minutes of running i stopped, I turned around to look for Harry but he was no were in sight. I waddled further searching for him. Sighing, I walked back home but suddenly heard kissing noises coming from a tree a bit further left to me. I scrunched my eyebrows and walked slowly to the tree. My heart paced loudly as I saw Harry Sucking off a girl’s face.

I cried out and ran as far as my leg took me. This isn’t happening. How could this be true?!!

I woke up panting as sweat beads covered my forehead. I read the time. 5:45 am. Taking a deep breath I step out of the nice warm comfort of my bed. I shuddered as my bare feet hit the cold tiles of my bathroom.

I turned the knob of shower and felt the warm water hit my shoulder blades. These dreams have been haunting me since I and Harry broke up three years ago. They don’t come everyday. But time to time they happen. I never thought that my life would turn out to be like this. My life wasn’t very fair in the past. Thinking what happened just causes pain so i prefer to rather not think about it.

After finishing my shower, I got dressed in some sweatpants and a comfy baggy t-shirt. It’s never satisfying weather in the States during winters. Everything’s a mixture of greys and blues. To me it’s very depressing. Decided to hit up my day with some warm waffles and hot chocolate, I took a seat on the couch and turned the T.V on.

I didn’t realised when I fell asleep. I woke up like an hour or so, greeted by sunlight flashing on my face. I took a breath of relief when saw the sun. I missed it. At least now we’d have some colours. I sat up from my laying positing and stretched out my arms a bit. I padded to my kitchen and filled myself a glass of water. I peeked out of window. It was a lovely day.

I wrapped my coat more tightly around me as the cold wind hit my face. I decided to take chip for a walk. Oh, chip is my husky. He indeed needed a stroll down the park too.

After a few minutes of walking I decided to stop by and rest on the green bench. The coldness of the metal made me shiver. Though the sun shone at top of my head, winters were winters. Bitchy & cold. I smiled as few kids in front of me swayed on the swing. Their giggles reminded me of my childhood, how my dad used to push me on the swing. ‘High’ ‘high’ I sang. Last year only my dad left my hand. It was an accident.

My dad was my life. He was with me at every moment just like my journal. But, he had to leave I suppose.

I sniffled remembering the moments I had with him. I felt a little tap on my knee as I kept my gaze on the kids in front of me. I tilted my head down and saw a little cutie staring at me with big green eyes. I smiled as she lifted her arms and mumbled 'up’ 'up.’
I lifted her off the ground and settled on my lap.

“Hey there gorgeous.” I cooed holding her little hands in mine.

“Oh. You’re cold” I said with an 'O’ face making her giggle. I rubbed her hands in mine blowing on them. Gladly I’d chip tied up to the arm rest of the bench. I kissed her cheek taking in her baby scent. She was so chubby and cute that I couldn’t help but give her raspberry kisses. Her giggles were like the medicine to my aching life. I felt spiritually attracted to her.

“Snow!!!!! Snow!!!! Where yeh poppet?” A sound echoed making baby’s head turn in the direction from where the voice was coming.

A lady, who aged around 50 came rushing and took baby, who’s name I suppose was snow, from me.

“Oh Jesus. Where were yeh sweet?” She Asked snow in her thigh British accent who wasn’t answered back by snow because she didn’t know how speak till, I guess.

“Uh. She crawled to me.” I smiled to the lady who returned it politely.

“I-I’m y/n” I said reaching for her hand which she shook.

“I’m Beth and this is snow.” She said waving snow’s hand at me. I giggled when she flashed me her teething smile.

“Nice to meet you and snow too” I said leaning forward to peck snow’s cheek.

“Nice to meet you too” Beth replied before turning around to walk away.

“Stop!” I blurred out and walked to her.

“I-I live nearby. Please visit at your leisure. I’d like to spend some more time with snow.” I said hopefully. The lady smiled and nodded and looked at snow who was smiling at me.

“That’d be lovely! I’m sure snow would like it too” she cooed as I gave her my address before returning home.

Harry’s POV

“Beth….?” I asked as I closed the door behind me. I had to sneakily visit my daughter month to month because I didn’t wanted anyone to find out that i had a baby. It wasn’t very easy but I had to keep the baby away from the media for her sake.

“Hey Harry!” The Old lady chirped as she appeared from the kitchen wiping her hands. She was Snow’s nanny and the only person whom I had trust on.

“You came early.” She said hanging my coat on beside some other coats.

“had days off. How’s she doing?” I asked plopping down on couch.

“All good. Made a friend today.” She giggled as she went back in kitchen.

“Friend? Baby’s growing up fast huh?” I chuckled removing my watch from my wrist.

“Yeah. Her name is y/n. She happened to be our neighbour.” Beth said. The rattling of utensils filled the house as my heart stopped. Y/n. She was here. But then I thought that there could be more y/n in the world too. So I shrugged it off. Though the feelings for her never lessened. Though her name still made me shiver. Though I still loved her.

New job - Michael Latta

Requested by anon: Can you do a Michael latta imagine where you’re nervous about a job interview that just happened? He’s being all fluffy and trying to get you to calm down? Thanks! Just had an interview and i dont think i got the job :/

A/N: I hope you got the job babe! I’m sorry this took so long, but I enjoyed it a lot and I hope you like it. #savemichaellatta

Word count: 1265

Warnings: none. A little fluff.

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Originally posted by daddysharpy

“How was it?” Michael asks as I walk in our new apartment.

There are still a couple boxes that we need to sort out, but I’m happy that we are almost settled down in Chicago. This year has been rough for both Mike and I, from him nor being resigned by the Capitals to moving to LA, to not playing for the Kings to being traded to Chicago. I had just started feeling comfortable in my new job in Los Angeles when he was traded, and now I’m back at the beginning of the process again. I know that Michael feels bad about it, and he has offered many times to just provide for both of us so I could just stay at home, but I can’t do it. It’s not about the money, I know he makes more than enough for both of us to live more than comfortably, or even about the pride of not wanting to have my man providing for me, I just need something to do; the idea of being at home with nowhere to go or anything to do makes me go insane.

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A Home of Our Own

“I gave you a rare gift…”

Bucky Barnes X Reader - I Don’t Need You

Originally posted by b-n-a-o

Warnings: Angst, lies, fighting, misunderstandings, heartbreak, ETC

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader

(A/N) This is a one-shot i had playing around in my head. It’s angsty since that’s the mood i was in when i wrote it. I hope you all enjoy it. 


One sentence… just one little sentence was enough to bring my whole happy world crashing down. I had been working at Stark Tower as a liaison between Pepper and the UN, when I was reassigned to ‘Bucky’ duty by Captain America himself. When Bucky first arrived, he was a little unstable and prone to panic attacks, all of which I was able to bring him down from using different methods. As my mission, so to speak, progressed; as did my relationship with Bucky.

At first the two of us were always together. I don’t know whether that was Steve’s plan from the beginning, putting two emotionally unstable individuals together or not, all I know is that it worked. I fell and I fell hard for Bucky. He was broken and damaged just as I was. I hadn’t grown up in the best of circumstances, hell I spent my childhood begging for food in the center of town, but after a kind old man took me in and put me through school and College; I made it my mission to help others.

Hence, I joined the UN, or the United Nations. I graduated top of my class and became a government liaison. That was many years ago, now. I’ve been a liaison for many different superheroes, starting with Reed Richards and then of course ending with Tony Stark. My job was simple, be the go between for both and keep the chaos to a minimum. Also, I was there to report on any and all tests and secrets.

Anyway, I’m getting off track. Like I said Bucky and I were constantly together, we spent every waking moment near each other. It was inevitable for me to fall for him. It happened about three weeks ago, Steve thought it would be a good idea for Bucky and I to take a day and go to Coney Island. Perhaps it might rekindle some of Bucky’s memories that hadn’t come back yet. So, we went and at first it was magical.

 We were having a great time. That was until I said something I shouldn’t have. I was so stupid, I got caught up in the moment and in the spur of it I told him I loved him. His eyes, he looked at me like I had betrayed him. I froze. I didn’t know what to do. It was just like when I was a kid and my mother abandoned me. He didn’t say anything. Like he was avoiding my confession so I decided to take him back to Steve.

The rest of the way back to Avengers tower we rode in silence. My heart was breaking and I just wanted to get him back safely and then I would decide what I was going to do from there. When we arrived, after I climbed out of the cab he grabbed my hand and said, ‘I don’t need you anymore, today proves I can do just fine by myself.’ I froze in my footsteps as he releases my hand and walks into the tower. I couldn’t breathe. My heart was crushed. Tears stung my eyes but I wasn’t about to cry.

 Flashbacks to my childhood filled my mind. Abusive words slung at me from every direction covered me making me lose all the confidence I had gained over the past few years. I was broken. I don’t remember how I got home or even how I didn’t end up dead in a ditch somewhere. All I remember was waking up the next morning and returning to my original job as Miss Potts assistant. I didn’t try to avoid him, I didn’t make things awkward, I was just being professional. Everything was fine. Even though the very sight of him made my heart hurt I had to be professional.

 Then it happened. I saw him with another girl. He was smiling a smile I had never seen before. It crushed me. That was when I decided to leave. I put in my resignation letter with Miss Potts, packed my bags, sold my apartment, and headed back to Paris. I traded in my field work for a desk job. I didn’t want to get attached to anyone ever again.

 “And that’s why I’m here.” I say as I look across the room to the Shrink my supervisors requested I go to. The middle-aged woman had her hair pulled tightly back in a bun, and she wore a gray pinstriped pants suit. This was the last place I wanted to be.

 “(Name), I’ve read the reports you wrote about your time at the Avengers tower; It seems like you had many friends you could have turned too, so why did you leave without notifying anyone other than Miss Potts?” She asks as she pulls her glasses from her face.

 “Miss Potts was my boss; it’s only fitting I tell her I was leaving.”

 “And this Bucky individual you mentioned, you didn’t feel the need to tell him you were leaving?” She asks and my heart clenches.

 “No ma’am, I figured it was best that I break off contact without delay. That is also why I decided to stay here in Paris. I’m finished with field work.”

 “You do realize it’s your superiors who want me to clear you for the field do you not?”

 “I do ma’am, but I wish to remain at my desk.”

 “I understand your reasons, I will go through my notes and let them know what I think.”

 “Thank you,” I say forcing my business smile.

 “That is all the time we have for today, I will see you again next week at the same time.”

 “Yes ma’am.” I say as I stand and grabbing my coat and purse head for the door. I was not happy. Leaving the therapists office, I step out into the cold winter air and let out a heavy sigh. I hated shrinks, I never believed they worked and I hated the fact that I was to tell a complete stranger about my tortured past. As the cold wind blows I take a deep breath and wince as the cold air fills my lungs. It burned but that was just proof that I was alive.

 Turning I decide to take the long way home and walk past Notre Dame. It was my favorite place in the whole world. When I was begging for food I used to go there. The Archbishop and Deacons used to slip me whatever food they could and then on extremely cold nights they would allow me to sleep inside the cathedral. It was the first act of kindness anyone had ever shown me. I smile at the people as I pass by them.

 As the church comes into view I remember Philippe, the old man who took me in off the streets. He was a baker, every morning he would wake up early to start preparing the dough. I loved smelling the smell of bread baking. Bread baking was my favorite smell in the whole world. Although he passed away right after I graduated college he left his bakery in the hands of his workers.

 Rounding the corner, I spot a familiar face and I smile as I rush over to the flower woman. “Bonjour Marie,” I call out to the redhead as I reach into my purse to pull out some money for her beautiful yellow Roses.

 “Ah Bonjour (Name), Je ne vous ai pas vu depuis des années. Comment allez-vous?” (I haven’t seen you in years. How are you?) She replies a bright smile covering her withered face.

 “J'ai eu un peu de malchance en amour mais à part ça je l'ai bien été.” (I’ve had a bit of bad luck in love but other than that I’ve been well.) I reply holding the blooming petals up to my nose.

 “Eh bien, je ne vais pas édulcorer et dire que vous allez rencontrer quelqu'un savait. Est-ce que vous aimez cet homme?” (Well I’m not going to sugar coat it and say that you’ll meet someone knew. Did you love this man?) She asks and I feel tears sting my eyes as I think of him.

 “Oui je l'ai fait.” (Yes, I did.)

 “L'amour fait mal. Voilà comment vous savez qu'il était réel.” (Love hurts. That’s how you know it was real.) She replies and I nod.

 “Eh bien, je serai hors tension. Merci Marie pour la belle rose.” (Well I’ll be off. Thank you, Marie, for the lovely rose.) I say as I start to walk toward the bridge. She waves me off with a smile and I grip tightly to my little bouquet as I slowly walk across the Pont au Double bridge. I take one last glance toward the church and smile softly before I turn back and continue my walk home.

 Walking into my apartment, I am greeted by the familiar face of a one Steve Rogers and I freeze in my footsteps. “Mr. Rogers? Um, what are you doing in my apartment?” I ask a knot welling up inside my throat.

 “Pepper told me you resigned. I have to admit I was a little surprised that you didn’t say goodbye.” He says a sad smile covering his lips.

 “I apologize; I admit I wasn’t thinking rationally when I left.” I reply as I close my door and setting my purse and roses down start to pull my coat off.

 “Don’t apologize. I’m sure you had every reason to do what you did.” He says and I nod as I hang my coat on the hook and grab the roses.

 “Um, would you like something to drink?” I ask as I walk past him to the kitchen to find a vase.

 “Ah yes, a water would be nice.” He replies as he follows after me.

 “Water it is.” I say as I set my roses down on the counter and grab a glass. Reaching into the fridge I grab a bottle of water and twisting the cap off pour it into the cup. Handing it too him I turn back and reach for a pair of scissors to cut the stems of my rose. “So how is everything?” I ask making small talk as I gently arrange the roses in an antique blue glass vase.

 “Well the towers still standing if that’s what you mean.” He jokes and I chuckle.

 “I guess that’s a good thing then.” I reply setting the vase on my kitchen table. “How long are you going to be in Paris?”

 “A few days,” He replies and I nod.

 “Are you alone, or did the rest of the team come?” I ask dreading his answer. I was not ready to see Bucky. I wanted to be alone.

 “Tony, Natasha, Pepper, Sam and I came.” He says and I let out a sigh of relief that wasn’t visible on my face.

 “You’ll have to tell them I said hi,” I comment smiling softly at him.

 “I will, we’ll have to have dinner together.” He offers and I tense.

 “I’ll have to check my schedule, but that would be nice.” I reply as I move from the kitchen to the front room. “Would you like to sit down?” I ask as I motion to the couch.

 “Ah yeah sure,” He replies sitting down across from me.

 “Is it just me or does it seem really awkward?” I ask smiling.

 “So, it’s not just me.” He replies and I smile.

 “There’s no need to be on your toes around me, please just be yourself.”

 “Thank you. Sorry it’s just,” He pauses as he rubs his fingers along the smooth glass, “Been a hectic few weeks.”

 “Again, I’m sorry I didn’t say anything about me leaving. I just needed,” I pause as I clasp my hands together. “I missed my home. I grew up in Paris you know?”

 “I remember you saying something about it before. I got your address from the UN. I hope you don’t mind.”

 “Although I am a little surprised to find you inside my apartment,” I giggle making him laugh before I continue, “It’s a nice surprise though, so thank you.” 

 “No problem. If I’m being honest, I missed you.” He says and I feel my heart lighten a bit.

 “I missed you too Steve.” I reply honestly as I smile at him.

 We spent the next few hours talking and reminiscing about old times which was nice. I hadn’t lied, I had missed Steve. Truth be told I had missed them all, but I just wasn’t ready to see them. Steve was enough. As the hours passed I glanced up to the clock to see that it was almost nine and my eyes widen. “Oh my, I didn’t realize it was this late. Um do you know your way back? Should I call you a cab, or if you’d like I have a guest room?”

 “Oh um, I think I can find my way back. It’s not that I don’t want to take you up on your offer but I just think, you know,”

 “Right, It’s completely understandable.”

 “Um how about lunch tomorrow?” He asks as he stands up and walks toward the door.

 “Uh yeah, sure, why not? Um, my lunch breaks at one. There’s a little Bistro I like to frequent for lunch called La rose floraison. They have the most amazing food there.”

 “Then I’ll see you tomorrow at one.” He says grabbing his coat and pulling it on.

 “I’m looking forward to it. Goodnight Steve,” I say giving him a soft smile.

 “Goodnight (Name),” He says returning my smile before he heads off down the hall. As soon as he heads down the stairs I close the door and let out the heavy sigh I had been holding all night long. I lean my back against the door as I slowly slide down the door onto the floor.  What was I to do now? If Steve knew I was here, then it wouldn’t be long until the rest of the team knew. Not that Bucky would come even if he knew.

 The recollection of his name sent a shiver down my spine. My heart tightens in my chest and I take a deep breath to keep from crying. I look over at the clock and watch as the time slowly ticks by. There was no way I was going to get any sleep tonight. Not with my mind full of the past. Clearing my throat, I push myself up off the floor and grabbing my cell phone head to my room. Sitting down on the bed I reach over and opening my nightstand drawer I take out my sleeping pills.

 I set my alarm and plug in my cell phone before I twist the cap of my pills and pulling two out slip them in my mouth. I swallow them down dryly before I lay down on top of the blankets. It was definitely cold outside and it was slightly drafty in my little apartment but I didn’t care. I wanted the cold. I needed to feel numb. As I close my eyes I slowly slip into an all too familiar nightmare.

 Bucky’s POV

~Going back~

“What do you mean she’s gone?” Bucky yells out in confusion before running past his friend and up to her room. She couldn’t be gone. Why would she leave? His mind drifts back to the day they had gone to Coney Island and her sudden confession and his heart clenches. It was true that he had rejected her but it was for her own good. He couldn’t love her the way she deserved to be loved. Granted he had rejected her rather roughly but she had been acting just fine since then.

Throwing her bedroom door opened he found all her belongings gone. No trace of her was left. “(Name)!” He yells out as he runs throughout her entire floor in search of her. He feels his heart start to clench and its pace quickens. “No, no, no. (Name)!” He yells again his adrenaline kicking in. Unable to control his body he grabs the closest thing to him and throws it against the wall. He reaches for the next thing-                                        

“Bucky calm down!” Steve yells as he reaches out and tries to restrain Bucky who is thrashing around wildly.

“Where is she Steve? Where did she go?” Bucky cries out pain lacing his voice. 

“I don’t know Buck; all I know is she turned in her resignation and left. Even Pepper doesn’t know where she is.”

“It’s all my fault?” Bucky says his body stilling.

“What? Why? How is it your fault?” Steve asks confusion filling his voice.

“It just is okay,” Bucky snaps causing Steve to narrow his eyes at his friend.

“What exactly happened between the two of you Buck? I noticed she was acting strange but I didn’t think it had anything to do with you.”

“That day, the day you sent us to Coney Island; everything was perfect. She was beautiful with the sunlight in her hair and a happy smile on her lips. Then when we were about to get on the cyclone she told me,” He pauses as he narrows his eyebrows. “She told me she was in love with me.”

“Really? Buck that’s great.”

“I rejected her.” Bucky interjects making Steve stare wide eyed at his friend.

“What exactly did you say to her Bucky?” Steve inquires in a serious tone.

“I panicked. At first, I didn’t say anything. Right after that we climbed into a cab and came back here. Then when we got out of the cab I stopped her and,” He pauses as tears start to fill his eyes.

“And?” Steve presses his friend for more information.

“I told her that I didn’t need her anymore. That that day was a test that I passed and I could live normally without her.”

“Jesus Bucky, what were you thinking?” Steve chastises his friend as he runs a hand down his face.

“I wanted her to find someone else. Someone better than me. I’m broken and I’ve done a lot of bad in my life. I didn’t want to hurt her but I didn’t want to see her get hurt because of me either. My brain picked the easier of the two. I didn’t think she’d actually leave though. She acted normally after that day, I just figured she decided to stay friends.”

“Buck, you may have wanted to keep her from getting hurt; but in reality, you hurt her more than anyone else ever could.” Steve shakes his head. He knows this isn’t going to help his friend but Bucky needed to know the truth.

“But why did she wait so long to leave then? Why didn’t she leave the next day?” Bucky asks his eyes full of curiosity and pain.

“Did something happen recently?”

“No,” Bucky shakes his head. “We have barely talked since that day.”

“I’m sorry Buck, but I think it’s safe to say that she’s not coming back.” Steve says blatantly and Bucky nods.

“It’s all my fault.”

“Come on Buck, let’s get you something to drink and maybe go for a run to clear your mind.”

“Please just leave me Steve. I wanna be alone.” Bucky replies his eyes growing cold.

“Are you sure?” Steve asks as he places a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“Yeah,” Bucky says his voice cracking. “Just leave me alone.”


Bucky stares at the building that held her apartment with mixed emotions. He wanted to rush up the stairs to her. Tell her he had been wrong and all he ever wanted was for her to come back but he couldn’t find the nerve. Gulping down a breath of air he stares up at the window Steve said was hers, his entire body crying out for him to run to her but he held himself back. The light was still on and at times he could see her silhouette against the curtains.

He wanted to see more. He wanted to hold her in his arms and tell her he was sorry. Steve had been up there for a while talking with her and he had said that she seemed a little awkward and nervous. Steve hadn’t mentioned that he was in town and that gave him the element of surprise. Steve had made a date with her to have lunch tomorrow and as a surprise he would be there instead of Steve.

There was no doubt she would be upset and a little betrayed but he needed to talk to her. He needed to see her, to tell her that the words he had told her had haunted his every waking moment. She would probably reject him but it was a chance he was willing to take. As the lights of her apartment turn off he takes a deep breath and turning heads back to his hotel room where he would sleep tonight for the upcoming battle tomorrow.

Reader’s POV

I stare at the blank screen before me. My mind wasn’t able to focus on anything work related at all. “(Name), I needed those files regarding the Wakandan royal family on my desk five minutes ago!” My boss Michael Ross yells out bringing me from my stupor.

“Oh!” I exclaim as I look down at the open file showing a picture of the young prince of Wakanda. “I’m sorry Mr. Ross, I have it right here.” I say as I quickly close the file and hand it over to him.

“What’s with you today? You were doing so well.” He asks his deep brown eyes filled with worry.

“Just didn’t get enough sleep last night. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” I say straightening my back and putting my best businesslike face on.

“Okay, if you need an ear to listen to your troubles, my door’s always open.” He says with a quick wave before he started off back to his office. When his door closes, I let out a sigh of relief before I lean back against my chair my head falling back so I could stare at the ceiling. Damn Steve for showing up and causing my mind to be so muddled. Speaking of Steve. I look at the clock to see that it was almost time for me to go on my lunch break and contemplate sending him a message. I grab my phone only to realize that I had deleted his cell number when I came back to Paris.

“Just my luck.” I groan out as I toss my phone onto my desk and pinch the bridge of my nose. No turning back now. Pulling my cac-card from the reader I place it inside my wallet and standing up I grab my phone and shoving it back into my purse grab my coat. Rolling my shoulders, I slide my chair up to my desk and turning head for the elevator. I give Michael a quick wave signaling that I was leaving for lunch and he nodded.

He gives me a head nod in return as he is on his phone before I climb into the elevator and hit the lobby button. I watch the numbers slowly count down as I try to think about what I was walking into. I thought about somehow running away and hiding but now that they knew I was here that wouldn’t work. Letting out a heavy sigh I hail a cab. When one stops I quickly climb inside and telling him the address fold my hands over my lap and let out a heavy sigh.

It took no time at all to make it to the little café. I hand the cabbie the money I owed before I climb out of the cab and taking a deep breath I head inside. I smile softly as I am greeted by the familiar host who quickly leads me to a table where I could wait for Steve. I order a water as I pull my cell phone out of my purse and start to fiddle with it. A few seconds later I see someone walk up to me out of the corner of my eyes and thinking it to be Steve I fake a smile and look up only to stare wide eyed at the last person I ever wanted to see again. “Bucky…”

“Hey (Name), mind if I sit?” He asks his icy eyes pleading with me. My heart starts to race and my palms grow sweaty as he sits down across from me.

“I thought I was meeting Steve.” I say in disbelief as I stare across the table at him.

“Sorry about that, Steve asked you here for me.” Bucky replies as he leans his elbows on the table.

“Why?” I ask as my throat tries to close up.

“Because I wanted to see you.”


“Because I miss you.”

“Why?” I ask again not getting where he was going with this. Why did he miss me? He was the one who told me to go.

“Because…” He pauses his eyes finding mine as they fill with a silent plea.

“Sargent, I have a very busy schedule. I’m sorry but I need to get back. Tell Steve not to contact me again.” I say as I grab my purse and tossing down some money stand up and leave.

“(Name) wait.” Bucky calls out as he follows after me. I ignore him as I continue on down the street headed anywhere but there. “(Name)! Stop!” Bucky yells out angrily making me stop in my tracks and turn back to him. He gulps down a breath of air as he closes the distance between the two of us and before I have a chance to think crashes his lips against mine. At first I fight against him trying my hardest to push him away so I could keep my sanity but just like before I found I couldn’t.

I grip tighter to his coat as his hands cup both sides of my face holding my lips to his. Tears fill my eyes as I with one last surge of sanity push him away. As he stumbles away from me I feel my hand move on its own as it collides with the side of his face. “Why?”

“Why what?” HE asks making me try to choke back sobs.

“Why now? Why did you kiss me? What do you want from me Barnes?” I question as I try not to burst out in tears. “You told me to leave so I did. What more do you want? How much more will you hurt me?”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He says a pained expression filling his face. “I told you I didn’t need you cause I didn’t want to place you in danger. No matter what I do I will always have bad people after me and I didn’t want to put you through that. I couldn’t see you hurt.”

“Well you failed there, you hurt me more than anyone else ever could.”

“Then why did you stay after I told you to leave? Why did you take so long to leave?”

“Because I saw you.”

“You saw me what?”

“I saw you with another girl,” I answer and he cocks his head in confusion. “You wore a smile I never saw before. You looked happy with her and it broke my heart. I left because I knew you would never look at me like that. I couldn’t stay and watch the man I loved love someone else. I left to get over you. Why won’t you let me do that?”

“Because I love you (Name).” He replies taking me aback.

“You… you love me?” I ask as I start to take a few steps backwards away from him. “It’s not true, you don’t do that to someone you love.”

“It’s true (Name),” He answers as he clenches his jaw. “When I found out you were gone, I lost it. I went crazy. I wanted you to find someone else who was better that I am; but I never expected you to disappear. I never wanted that.”

“Then what did you expect me to do? Flaunt whoever I met in front of you? I couldn’t do that, no matter how upset I was.”

“The more I thought about it while I sat in your old apartment sulking,” He starts as he closes the distance between the two of us. “The more I realized how much I hate the thought of you being with someone else. It would kill me to have to stand by and watch you be happy with someone else no matter how much better they would be for you. I couldn’t do it. I realized then how much I love you (Name). I really and truly love you.”

“What am I supposed to say?” I ask tears silently falling from my eyes.

“Whatever you want. You can tell me to go to hell, to never see you again; hell, you can tell me to eat shit and die and I will.” He adds making me chuckle slightly at his words. “But if there is even the slightest bit of a chance that you can forgive me, and give me a second chance, the please tell me now.” I contemplate all the emotions and feelings running through my body as I stare up into his handsome face. I wanted nothing more than to tell him I loved him and that I wanted to be with him but what if it wasn’t enough. What if all this was, was just smoke and mirrors? It would probably kill me.

I take a deep breath fully intending to tell him no when I hear myself say, “I love you James Barnes.” He smiles and goes to hold me but I hold my had up stopping him in his tracks, “But I’m scared that this is all just…”

“It’s not what you think (Name) I really and truly love you. I will gladly spend the rest of my life proving it to you. If you’ll let me.” He says as his hands reach up to rest on my shoulders. I stare at him for a moment my eyes searching his for any hint that he might be untrue but there is none. Giving him a hopeful smile I wrap my arms around his waist and hold tight to him. “You better not be lying Barnes.” He kisses the top of my head as he gently smoothes my hair back.

“I promise (Name), I’ll always be here for you; and I’ll say it as much as I can. I love you.”

“I love you too James Buchanan Barnes.” 


“I swear you are never allowed to leave the tower again.” Tony says as he sets a glass of whiskey down in front of you.

“Oh really? Why?” I ask a smile covering my lips as I hold tight to Bucky’s hand.

“Because Frosty here is annoying when he’s sulking. I almost tossed him back into Cryo to lighten the mood around here.”

“HEY!” Bucky argues making me laugh at the two of them as I look around at all our friends. Bucky grips tighter to my hand and I smile lovingly at him as I think to myself that I couldn’t be happier.


Request from contest winner: Ashton getting hella jealous, so maybe like, cuddling up to Calum or smth just cuz he’s a good friend and Ash gets all jealous and y'all fuck in the other room and he tries to get you to be as loud as possible.

Requested by: @asshatoftheeast

A/N: Hey guys I’m excited to post this smut as a response to a request by one of my contest winner! @asshatoftheeast gave me the whole idea and I hope they like it! I would really appreciate it if you reblogged this smut if you liked it or maybe some of my other posts i’m really trying to get to 200 followers and would be so appreciative! As always  I hope you guys like it but that you understand that is very graphic and sexual in nature. Therefore if you are not comfortable with that please do not read. Thanks you all so much, enjoy!

As I pull up to my friend Calum’s house you see that my boyfriend Ashton and other friends Luke and Mike are already there. Hanging around and watching some movies together was a normal friday night thing for all of us but Ashton had been acting weird all day. It first started when I woke up before going to work to give him a call. He had already been at his work for hour working on an important project and maybe he was just stressed but he was super short with me and seemed almost bothered by the fact I called. Then at lunch I texted him to confirm the plans for tonight and he only responded with the word yes. It may not seem like a huge deal to other people but Ashton not being his giggly sweet self worries me. I try to shake the thought from my head as you get out of my car and walk up to the door. Having been there several times and knowing all of them well I let myself in.

“Hello?” I call out hearing them somewhere else in the house.

Luke calls back to me. “In the kitchen!”

I kick off my shoes and hang up my heavy coat I was wearing due to the harsh winter breeze. Making my way into the kitchen I hope Ashton will be in a better mood.

“Hey guys!” I smile and looking over at Ashton. He barely smiles and my stomach turns. What’s going on with him?

We all talk for a little while and order the pizza for the movie. Deciding on X-Men  and the pizza quickly arriving we all settle on the couch. Ashton, although he has barely spoken to me the entire night, he sits to my left and Calum sits to my right. After finishing a few slices I lean over to get closer to Ashton who sighs. Taken back by this I shift my weight again towards Calum. I have to admit now I’m extremely worried and slightly pissed.

“You okay?” Calum asks above a whisper.

I nod and say, “I’m fine I’m just chilly.”

Calum takes the blanket off his lap and lays it over me. “We can share, come here.” He says opening his arms.

This didn’t seem strange to me, all of us were friends before you and Ashton started dating. I’ve cuddled with all of them and even kissed Mike in like the tenth grade. However Ashton shoots me a dirty look. I’m mad now. He’s been an ass all day and now he wants to be mad at me? “This is ridiculous.” I think to myself.

The movie is over soon and we all clean up. Ashton is now complete mute towards me. Everyone says their goodbyes and I quickly storm out the door. I hear footsteps following me but ignore them. That is until I get to my car and suddenly the footsteps are right behind me. I know it’s Ashton and I go to open the car door but he shuts it quickly and turns me around to face him.  For a moment I just stand there waiting for him to say something.

“Are you going to say something?!” I suddenly ask feeling uncomfortable and angry and most of all confused.

“You are mine….” He whispers gruffly. “Get in my car.”

I look at him shocked. “No way!”

“I wasn’t asking you, just get in my car.” He says walking away and getting in his car himself.

Something makes me follow him and do as he says. “Fuck you.” I mumble buckling my seat belt. We drive in silence but when we pull up to his house her rushes to get my car door for me and then leads me inside.

“I had a bad day and I treated you like shit and I shouldn’t have… I’m sorry… but you are mine.” He says as he backs me into his front door. “Mine…. Not Calum’s… not anyone else’s…. Mine. I love you and I’m sorry.”

I nod my breathing unsteady as I feel his hands caress my hips and pulling me close. “I-I’m still pissed at you.” I stutter out. “But I love you too…”

Ashton rests his forehead against mine and smiles a little. “You better.” His one hand then moves up to my cheek and caresses lightly before kissing me roughly. “Now let me remind how mine you truly are…”

Nodding he swoops me up and walks us to the bedroom. The whole way there we keep kissing roughly and passionately. Ashton kicks the door open and tosses me onto his bed. He then slowly and agonizingly lifts off his shirt revealing his toned chest and abdomen. I got to take off my clothes but he grabs my hands. “Let me.” He says just above a whisper. I lay back on the bed and slowly he starts undressing me. “Fuck…. I swear you somehow get more beautiful every day….”

I giggle as he leaves teasing kisses on my stomach. “I’m still pissed.”

“Keep telling yourself that baby girl.” He says leaving me now only in my underwear before stripping himself. He undresses slowly and teasingly and by the end he has me so worked up that I’m practically drooling. I reach out to touch him and he grabs my hand. “I said let me.” He says growling a little under his breath. He lets my hand go and pushes me back on my back before climbing over my figure and leaning down to kiss me surprisingly soft.

“Ashton….” I mumble a little under my breath.

He smirks as he kisses at the delicate skin on my neck and chest. “Was that a moan my darling?” I nod at little and then whimper as he bites into my flesh to mark me his. “Answer me baby… did you just moan? Huh?” He asks again as he continues down my body with his lips and his bites.

“Y-yes….” I whisper watching him as he slowly tugs on the band of my underwear. Ashton chuckles and starts softly kissing my thighs and hips and everywhere except where I need him the most. “Please Ash…” I mutter out running a hand through his soft messy curls.

“Be patient or we’ll stop.” He snaps a little and I groan as he continues to tease. He pushes me further by fanning his breath over my heat and ‘accidently’ bumping my clit with his nose as he changes thighs. However finally he lays a soft kiss on my center. Starting to kitten lick me Ashton grabs my hips to keep me steady. I moan out for him a little which makes him smile against me. “Let me hear you, let the neighbors know your mine, scream so loud fucking Calum can hear you across town.”

“Ashton….” I moan louder as he works me up and causes me to start to squirm with his tongue. “Fuck please don’t stop.”

“Trust me I won’t, cum for me baby girl, come on.” He says quickly before returning to the task at hand… or mouth rather. My legs start to shake and soon I’m writhing beneath him. I know I’m moaning and calling out for him but I can’t hear it through my orgasm. My chest heavy I start to come down from my high but Ashton suddenly slams his lips against my mine passionately. “I could do that all fucking day…” Breathlessly I reach down for him but again he denies me and pushes me back onto my back. “How many times do I have to tell you, let me… let me…”

“Ashton please, I want you.” I whimper looking up at him desperately as he slowly strokes his cock a few times. “Please…”

“Fuck you are so beautiful…” He groans. “Say my name just like that again, whimper it for me.” He asks and of course I do because with every flick of his wrist and every second I don’t have him I find myself getting more and more needy. “Good girl, now remember what I said, let me hear you.”

Slowly he leans down and hovers over me before slowly sliding into me. Instantly I moan for his and find my fingers raking. He groans and kisses me hard. Almost immediately he starts rocking in and out out of me establishing a good pace. We are both moaning and groaning and I’m tugging lightly at his hair with one hand while the other stays trying to keep him close to me. He then reaches down and starts rubbing my clit with his fingers.

“Oh fuck Ash!” I whimper and bite into his shoulder.

He grunts and starts thrusting harder. “Don’t muffle yourself, I’ll fucking stop I swear, let it out.” He command and I throw my head back moaning his name loudly. Kissing my neck and jaw line he starts whispering in my ear. “I can feel how badly you want to cum again… I can feel you fucking clenching already, tell me baby are you close?”

“Yes Ash fuck…. Oh god.” I whimper the last part as he goes harder and faster suddenly. “Don’t stop… fuck…”

“Then cum for me baby, I’m so close baby but I’m not cuming until you do….” He groans and I moan again super loud as I arch my back and he again goes quicker and harder driving me to my orgasm. “That’s it baby, fuck…. Fuck Y/N…” Ashton says orgasming as well.

As I come down from my second high and Ashton’s first he holds me close. “I love you so much.” He whispers breathlessly. “I was an ass… I know, I had myself all worked up today over something…. Something I’ve been wanting to ask you….and seeing you cuddle into Calum just made me so…. infuriated.”

I stare up at him confused. “What do you want to ask me?”

He smiles but his cheeks redden. “I wanted to know if… you… wanted to move in with me?” He asks softly. “I love you so much, and that apartment of yours makes me worried, and if you live here, we could do that whenever we wanted…”

Blushing up at him I nod and giggle a little. “Yes, I’ll move in with you.” He eyes light up but after I kiss him I whisper. “However with the reaction you had tonight…. I might cuddle with Calum more often.”

We both laugh knowing I’m only joking and then lay there together peacefully in love never wanting the moment to end.

PS. - Another Daddy!Ashton and a Neighbor!Ashton smuts coming soon 

RESTRAIN (SLBP FIC) by @viridian99

Edited by the lovely and amazing @jemchew

Pairing (Shingen x Ehlana)

It started as a joke. Happenstance maybe. Saizo, my chief security officer dropped his pair in my office. God knows how or why. Maybe they were meant as a signal for Yukimura and I was the mistaken recipient. The thought came much later in my mind. I unconsciously slipped the handcuffs in my pocket at the time. 

And now she found them as I embraced her. 

I tried to laugh it off. Telling her how I came across them. I turned around to look at her after hanging up my coat, the hand cuffs still dangling from her fingers. She had a speculative gleam in her eyes. Oho, was my kitten ready? She had come to me untouched and unsullied, and I exercised as much restraint as was possible by a man of as impatient a temperament as I. But if she was ready I would gladly introduce her to the world of bondage. 

I chuckled inwardly. We did not need a paltry pair of steal cuffs. Diamond encrusted gold as befitted my Queen. If she so desired. I kept watching her closely. Gauging her body language and responses. Judging her instinctively. 

Was she ready? 

I put my hands on her shoulder and she turned around. I raised an eyebrow and she smiled. “I suppose you are no stranger to recreational restraining?” she asked sweetly.

I laughed out loud. “I adore your elegant turn of phrase, love. Would you like to be introduced to the world of recreational restraining?” 

She blushed immediately, becoming shy and turning away. Just as I was enjoying the look of innocent embarrassment on her face she turned around and gave me a defiant look and said, “Maybe.” 

Oho, the kitten was growing up.

I moved forward to grasp her chin in my hand when I caught sight of a troubled look in her eyes. “What is it, love?” 

She turned away and said in a small voice. “I would not like to appear lacking in expertise in any area of interest to you.” 

Oh, how clinical! What a very clinically expressed adorable sentiment. I found myself falling for my little scientist all over again. Battling with my incurable disease. She was working so hard to find a cure for me, and at the same time, keeping me alive with her bone marrow cells since she was a perfect match for me. In more ways than one. My little scientist. I had refused her help in the form of her blood cells, but she had forced my hand and made me agree. No less than a feat since no one, and I repeat no one, made Takeda Shingen do anything I did not desire.

No one but her. I am a fool when it comes to her and in my folly I am afraid I rather worship her. She bit her lips, uncertainty and nervousness colouring her face, a look not befitting of my beloved. I smoothed the frown away from her brow. 

“You are not lacking in any department of my interest. You are all my areas of interest,” I said, my words meant as a caress as my hands touched all of her her adoringly. 

I picked her up easily, took us to the bedroom and proceeded to show her my very much invested interest in all her departments. We kissed breathlessly and she smiled, but I did not stop to ask her what made her do so. I loved kissing her smiling lips, loved knowing that I put that smile there. I could identify the types of her smiles just by the quirk of her lips next to mine.

And that’s when I knew a second too late of mischief afoot. I was so drowned in the happiness her smile brought me I failed to recognise the mischievous quirk of her lips followed by a click and the feeling of restraints on my wrists. How in heavens did those wrist cuffs get here? I growled and moved to dislodge her from my lap but she bit my lips. I growled again and she sucked them to placate me. I pretended to be unmoved. 

“Open them,” I said as soon as she released my lip. My voice level, calm, distant, a trifle frosty. 

Lesser men and women have cowered before that glacial look of mine. Lesser men, I snorted inwardly. She sat back on her hunches hands on my shoulders and looked at me speculatively, mischievously, cocking her head to the side she slightly shook her head, biting her plump lower lip. 

“Open them right now.” I put every bit of intimidation I could muster. Well as much intimidation a naked man with a beautiful woman on his lap sitting directly on a raging hard with hands cuffed to the bed board could muster. 

I have never been ashamed of my body or any bodily functions. I do not believe in using the body to attain pleasure as sin. Sin meant guilt. And I find no guilt in pleasure.When it comes to her it is pleasure mixed with boundless joy. Complete and utter bliss. Why would I mar these moments of benediction with feelings of sin or guilt? It is a concept completely alien to me. 

My mind returned to the question at hand: the inelegant rough steal handcuffs retraining my wrists. I looked at my kitten again and said remove them, but she only threw her head back and laughed teasingly. She looked like a child drunk on mischief enjoying herself tremendously. Who was I to rob her of any joy? I could not keep the sternness in my voice and she knew she had me as she laughed again, her eyes alight with a mixture of pure joy, mischief and affection. 

Caught you. I caught the tiger, I read her heart say. 

Yes you did, my heart answered.

She must have noticed the shift in expression. This was the first time I found myself in such a position. I had never allowed any one to restrain me before. I don’t enjoy it. Sex was about giving. A man’s duty was to give and fulfil his partner and himself. I was at the giving end. In that I found pleasure. 

Until I found her. 

For the first time with her I was at the receiving end of physical and emotional intimacy, love, care, joy and laughter. I felt indulged by her. I felt unworthy of her indulgence. This innocent sprite of a girl, a feisty flower child, would fare much better with a man less battered than I. Yet she won me over and I couldn’t let her go. I looked at her trying to assess if she was enjoying this apparent dominance over me. In my mind this was what restraining meant. Taking away the power of pleasure in your hands; leaving the restrainee at the others’ mercy. Instead what I found in her face was pure joy, love and happiness. Not an ounce of pride at being able to control me. 

I was stumped. I was baffled.

Once again she made me realize my limitations as a man. My narrow horizon when it came to intimacy. This was not about control. This was never about control. At least not the way I thought. She leaned in, the curtain of her thick hair falling on my face. I inhaled the intoxicating fragrance of her. Her hand ran slowly over every inch of my body. I could see her eyes focused intensely on me, cataloguing my responses, mapping me like a cartographer taking note of the goose bumps and hair raised on its end. 

“I like the hair on your forearms,” she remarked offhandedly, and bent down to press a chaste kiss there. It was so like her. So so like her. 

I am used to being praised for different parts of my anatomy. But never the hair on my forearms. I huffed out a laugh. Her eyes followed her hands as her fingers moved across my chest to my neck. She dipped her head to nuzzle into my neck and lick at the outer shell of my ear, nipping at my neck. I hummed approvingly. She brought her cheek next to mine and slowly nuzzled again. The silken feel of her skin against my roughened stubbled face was such an exquisite contrast. In my heightened state of sensual awareness I shuddered, groaning as an answering moan came from her. 

“My patience is limited kitten,” I purred. 

She looked at me more seriously. “Tell me what you want me to do to you?” she asked, her voice exquisitely tender and I stared at her open mouthed and shocked. She kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “Let me pleasure you, darling.” 

The last vestiges of sanity ripped from me. The cuffs rattled as I tried to free my hands. But then I stopped completely. This was never about control or dominance. It was just her innocent desire to pleasure me, slow me down, since I was a man with little patience and finesse. I let my instinct govern me. 

“Do whatever you want,” I replied in a quiet noncommittal voice. She quirked an eyebrow. Was she losing confidence? Oh no, that was not allowed. She was my queen. Such an expression did not befit her. I smiled up at her. “Do what pleases you. Let’s see how it pleases me”.

A previously absent predatory gleam entered her eyes. She proceeded to spoil me with her touch, her fingers and her lips. 

I loved it.

The simple act of being touched by the one I love was an exquisitely erotic act to me. No fancy toys, no props. Just touch. I could feel her love, her affection, mingled with her arousal and it aroused me to no end. This act of giving and receiving of touch.We kissed over and over again, sharing the very air we breathe, our sweat mingled as our hearts beat in tandem. She brought her head up and I growled. 

“Enough fun, little one, I have let you amuse yourself.” She was not the shy kitten or the smiling girl intent upon slowing me down anymore. I understood now why she did it. She wished to slow me down so that I would take my time enjoying each other’s touch. As loath as I was to admit it, I loved this lesson in restraint. But I was at my ropes end and getting feral by the moment. 

I had always let instinct govern me. Never had I allowed myself to slow down and smell the roses in the garden. I laughed inwardly at this out of place analogy. She looked so different; the air around her shifted and she appeared at once regal and proud. A primal confidence cloaked her, the feral look in my eyes reflected in hers. 

“Release me,” I roared. 

“No,” she said. To drive her point home she ground on my hardness. 

Lesser men would have backed down in front of this new avatar of her.  

I was entranced by her beauty. We were slow dancing in a burning room. Fire filled my lungs. We were both gasping for breath as we attacked eachothers lips, feral growls and moans punctuated our fevered embrace. 

“Unlock them,” I snapped. 

“No,” she answered in equally feral tones. She threaded her fingers through my hair and tugged it none too gently. 

At last she has taken control. My kitten had grown and claimed her throne. I marvelled at her transition . In the recesses of my mind I mused that I would not mind it if she would restrain me further, pull my hair and ride me to oblivion then and there. I would welcome her dominance. Of course, she would have to repay in kind later. 

“Release me right now!!” I commanded.She tugged at my hair again “ What did you say to me?” She said matching glare for glare.I changed tactics and smiled at her tenderly. “Open them, my love”. No one was more surprised at my gentle tone. It was a soft voice she drew from me, laced with the warmth of my tenderness and laughter. I wanted to throw her off and see what she would do now, how this would play out how would this shift the balance of power resting precariously between us. A dark part of my brain ironically questioned my manly ego at still being fixated on power when this was about so much else.

Old habits died hard.

She would have to put me through my paces again and again before I learned of joy without power. She quirked her head and looked at me, undeterred by this unexpected curveball and then smiled, trailing her hand from my thighs up to my neck. My muscles clenched reflexively and thrummed with tension under her touch. 

“If you want them undone, break them,” she said evenly. I look at her, startled. Her eyes were wild with my feral gleam reflecting in them. Her lips were swollen, face flushed, eyes heavy lidded with a heady mixture of love and lust, her hair a glorious main framing her delicate elfine features. She brought her face close to mine and whispered, “If you want them gone break them. Break those chains and take me. All of me. Take me apart.” 

Once again the tables turned on me spectacularly. I growled and saw nothing but red. My mind was on fire. The paltry cuffs broke and lay on the mattress unheeded by either of us. In a moment I flipped her and took her without mercy or restraint. But she did not hold anything back either. We bit, scratched, screamed, and came together again and again. It was a beautiful wild, glorious mess and it drove us both to the edge of sanity.

Later, much later, as we lay wrapped up in each other’s arms, languid, sated happy, she looked up at me, chin on my chest. 

“What are you cooking up now?” I flicked her forehead. “I knew you were always trouble.” 

She laughed, shaking her head. She tossed her head,her glorious mane of sun kissed hair cascading down her back. She was a bewitching vision to behold. Since when had laughter become a regular part of my intimate life? I marvelled at the new things she introduced to me. 

I joined in her laughter and leaned in to kiss her kiss swollen cherry lips.

Daddy's Little Genius

Title: Daddy’s Little Genius
Pairing: Tony Stark/Teen!You (parental)
Character(s): Tony Stark/Iron Man, Bruce Banner/The Hulk, Peter Parker/Spider-Man, Steve Rogers/Captain America, and you.
Plot: well, Mom’s dead and now it’s time to find dad.
Warnings: cursing? Alcohol mentioned a few- sadness a bit
Words: 2242

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Eleven Times

Author’s Note: Well I’m almost to 150, close enough for me! Because you guys been waiting for awhile, I made the first part extra long.


Castle on the Hill - Ed Sheeran

Need You Now - Lady Antebellum (this song is like from 2009, man I’m getting old)

Something Just Like This - The Chainsmokers Ft. Coldplay

Pairing: Reader x Yoongi(BTS)

word count: 2200+

Genre: Angst

Originally posted by jungsooneul

The first morning I met Min Yoongi, it was raining. But I didn’t mind, I loved it. The world changed when it rained. As I walked through the city sidewalks to the large hospital, I looked up at the sky instead of at the ground. As the water cascaded from the sky, my mood soared.

I flashed my Id with a smile to the security guard at the desk and made my way to one of the elevators. I punch in the number 11 and bounce on the balls of my feet, ready to start the day. After the slow climb, the doors open and I almost skipped out. I’m met with a different kind of air when I step out like always. The world slowed down on this floor. As the world outside speed from trend to trend, this floor had its own way of moving and the reason was because of the residents who filled it. The eleventh floor was the home to the long-term patient and coma ward. Unlike the floors below us which were filled the rush of emergencies and labors, our floor had an air of calmness. As I made my way to the staff room, I waved hi to colleagues and patients. When I arrived, I hanged my coat in my locker and check my hair in the mirror one last time before taking one last deep breath to start my day.

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Comfort (Angelica Schuyler x Reader)

Originally posted by iswearidonthavet-mbl-r

Pairing: Angelica Schuyler X Married!Reader

Requested?: Day Five of Write-a-thon! :)

Prompt: Angelica is in love with her childhood friend (Y/N) Benet, a fellow woman who’s been married for about five years. Once it is revealed that (Y/N)’s husband has been having an affair, Angelica rushes to comfort her. In more ways than one ;)

Words: 1500+

Warnings: Lesbian, Cheating, Angst, GirlxGirl kiss scene.



How am I supposed to understand his logic? His reasoning on having an affair and ruining my best friend’s life? That man, that animal has the audacity to ignore the five years of marriage he shared with (Y/N) and go off with some common whore. This is unacceptable. I was angry when Alexander had his infidelity, but nothing compares to how enraged I am at this very moment. 

I collected my gloves, coat, and bag before marching down the street to the Benet household. I knew (Y/N) was home. She didn’t work but she has been less and less social after it was announced that her husband has been unfaithful. I understand her reasonings. It would take guts to show your face after something so controversial was announced to all your friends and family.

I knocked loudly on the door, gripping by handbag so tight, it probably would have set on fire from the heat of my rage. I heard violin music coming from inside the house, my theory of (Y/N) being home being confirmed immediately. The housemaid, Rose Carter, opened the door and ushered me inside. She closed the door behind me and took my gloves and coat. I looked around and immediately noticed the pile of burned and shredded papers and photographs in the empty fireplace, the filth of the coals covering the documents. 

“My lady has been in a pitiful state, Ms. Shuyler,” Rose explained, hanging up my coat and retreating into the kitchen for a moment before presenting a cup of hot tea to me. I thanked her as I took the tea. “She ripped up all of Mr. Benet’s letters he wrote to his mistress and ordered me to burn every photograph in the house that had my master’s face in it and every document with his signature or even his name on it. This included their marriage license and the deeds to his properties.”

“She’s ruining his life,” I said subconsciously. “By him ruining her livelihood, (Y/N) is doing the same. Returning the favor, correct?”

Rose nodded. “I’m very worried for my lady, Ms. Schuyler. She hasn’t eaten her breakfast or her lunch today and she hasn’t left her room for the past few weeks.” Rose started tearing up but quickly excused herself as she raced into the kitchen. I sent a pitiful smile towards her before making my way up the small staircase that lead to the second floor. I walked down the hall before reaching the marital bedroom. I could hear soft sobbing coming from inside and it broke my heart. How could someone so selfish hurt someone so beautiful and kind like (Y/N)? She was so selfless and humble. She always offered a hand to neighbors and community problems. She was so talented in sewing and playing the violin. She always looked after the neighborhood children when their parents were working. (Y/N) was a wonderful person and she didn’t deserve any hate or betrayal from anyone!

I knocked softly on the bedroom door, the sobbing quieting down until it was silent. I heard the bed creaking and footsteps padding towards the door. The door slowly creaked opened and I felt my heart break when I saw my friend.

(Y/N) was a mess. Her long beautiful hair was matted and dirty like she hasn’t bathed in some time. Her pale porcelain skin was almost as white as a sheet. Her eyes were dull and there were dark circles under them. She was dressed in her nightgown and her body was thinner than usual. She was clinging to the door like if she let go, she was going to fall. 

“A-Angelica.” (Y/N) murmured as a greeting. Her voice was soft and hoarse. I felt like I was going to cry. This was my worst nightmare. Seeing (Y/N) all broken and weak about a man who wasn’t worth her time. I needed to help her. She was so strong and I won’t let some pig destroy her.

“I’m here to see you,” I said, a little more cold than I wanted my voice to sound. “Can I come in?” 

(Y/N) nodded, shuffling out of the way so I could walk into the bedroom. It was like a tornado went through the room. Her clothes were stuffed haphazardly into a travel trunk. Her husband’s clothes were ripped up and some were burned to ash-covered pieces of discarded cloths, scattering the floor. The pictures that were once framed and hung from the wall were now shattered and laid in dust-covered piles of debris on the floor. 

“(Y/N),” I murmured, taking her hands into mine. “Why are you still here? Aren’t you afraid that he’d come home?”

(Y/N) shook her head, her face holding a small frown. “I have nowhere to go.” She said. “And I made sure he’d never come back. He ran off to Virginia with that whore.” She hissed the last word. 

I frowned and squeezed her hands. “Stay with me,” I said. “I can’t leave you here where you only feel pain and sadness. Please!”


“No buts, (Y/N).” I cut her off. “I love you too much to let you stay here where people will walk by and mock you for what your swine of a husband had done.” 

I loved her so much. More than a friend. More than a sister. I loved (Y/N) too much to think of her like that. We met before the war. Her father was friends with my father so it was almost cliche that we met. (Y/N) was Eliza’s age but acted more matured than that. She was very smart, vert witty, and very beautiful. We were instantly best friends and got closer and closer. But then her father married her off to a wealthy man and she almost stepped out of my life. Then it got worse when I got married and moved to London. We wrote each other often, (Y/N) keeping me notified about that was happening in New York while I sent her gifts and perfumes from London. I realized a few months into our friendship that I was attracted to her. This was very improper and it could ruin our families reputations, so I pushed these thoughts and feelings away for so long that they became manifesting inside of me. Now here I was, back in the city (and here to stay), only to be greeted with the news that (Y/N)’s husband was not as faithful as he said he was. This is not what I wanted when I returned to my homeland. I won’t stand by and let some man treat the love of my life like an arm accessory. I’ll make sure she is treated with respected and loved. If it means that I have to sacrifice my reputation, then so be it.


It has been about a month since I took (Y/N) away from that awful house. She has gotten better and happier. She’s now better acquainted with the neighbors and has even taken up the career of being a nanny for the neighborhood children. She still lives with me too. I convinced her to stay in more ways than one. I ended up telling her how I felt. It was a few days after she moved in. I had made us a dinner and after a few minutes of silent eating, I coughed, gaining her attention.

“(Y/N), my dear, I must confess something,” I said in a slightly shaky tone.

(Y/N) looked at me with a confused frown. “And that is?” She asked. 

I took a shaky breath before taking her hand in mine. I planted a kiss on the back of it as I stared deeply into her eyes. I softly smiled at the blush forming on her cheeks. I felt my heart pounding but I came this far, I’m not backing down.

“(Y/N) (L/N), I have been in love with you for the past seven years.” I began speaking, holding her hand against my cheek. “You are so amazing. You are intelligent, witty, selfless, humble, and so so beautiful. You make my heart flutter when you’re around. You captivate my attention all hours of the day and I know this is taboo, but I cannot hold it in any longer. I had to tell you. I’m sorry if this makes our relationship awkward. I understand if you never want to see me again.”

I watched her as tears formed in her eyes and a smile formed on her blushing face. She stood and pulled her hand away from me. She walked around the table and stopped when she was right next to me, cupping my face with her hands and planting her lips onto mine. The kiss was passionate but also sweet at the same time. It lasted for what felt like an eternity until (Y/N) pulled away, softly panting. I mirrored her smile as I stood and embraced her. I littered butterfly kisses on her cheeks, neck, and collarbone as she giggled softly. 

“I love you too, Angelica Schuyler.” She murmured into my ear before I captured her lips into another kiss.

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Sorry for the late update guys!! And here’s one requested imagine! Hope you all like it!

Anonymous asked: Can I please have an imagine where y/n and harry had a thing but then they kind of drifted away from each other and he was with some girl and she was with some footballer but know they started spending some time together and realize. That they really love each other but she says she’s afraid of what she’s feeling for him cause it’s so oowerful

Y/n’s POV

He stood there. Looking handsome as ever. He was still the same person I left 6 years back. Those green eyes still had the same shine like before. His smile still had the same smirk. His heart had still the same warmth. I never thought I’d face Harry again. After all this time.

6 years back–
“So yeah. I’m taking Rose for our band’s first tour” Harry said as he laid on couch. Rose was the girl he’s been seeing before he went for x-factor well now he was in relationship with her. I don’t know if they’ve said the ‘L’ word yet but it started hurting me from the very first day he told me about her.

Oh. That’s good” I said half-heartedly. Fiddling with my skirt’s lace I kept my glance at my bottom. I never knew that I’d be able to control my inner emotions for him for that long.

“You okay?” Harry said tilting his head up to look at me. He raised an eyebrow when I didn’t said anything.

"Uh yeah. I-I think I’m just gonna go right now” I said and rushed outta his front door to my house. It was getting harder day by day to see him almost in love with a girl who wasn’t me.

End of flashback–

And he did took rose with him. Harry’s 2 years older than me. And when he went for tour I was still in my highschool. That wasn’t the first time he was with a girl but was the first time he seemed serious. For a 16 year school girl it wasn’t easy. Especially when you’re in love with someone like Harry.

My heart paced as Harry’s feet carried him to me. He looked much manly and confident. But for me, he was still the 16 old year Cheshire baker.

“OMG! Y/n!!!!” Before I could open my mouth, he engulfed me in those muscular arms. His scent never failed to make me feel dizzy and so did they now also.

“Hey!!” I giggled pulling away to look at him.

“How’re you?” He asked with a big grin. His hair were all over the place because of how tightly he hugged me and hide his face in my neck.

“I’m good! What about you pop-star?” I nudged him playfully as he smirked.

“Well I’m doing great! Why don’t you come home for a cup of coffee?” He offered.

“Only a cup of coffee? I thought now being a super star you’d invite me for dinner!!!” I laughed followed by him.

-At his house-

We talked a lot once when we were at his house. He told me how he and rose broke up because she was after him for money when he became famous. I felt bad for leaving him without any conclusion but I made my decision. I told him how I had a boyfriend who was a footballer and ended up cheating on me.

“So how’ve you been?” Harry asked me half eating the steak we made. Yes we.

“Good good. I’ve finished uni. And now I’m here for my job” I said smiling a bit. I was feeling like blacking out any second. Those feelings were back. Damn.

“You left without any word” he whispered. I stopped dead in my tracks.

“It was urgent.” I said not daring to look up at him. I could already feel my tear at the verge of falling down any minute.

“Urgent? Really?! ” he said raising his voice a teeny bit.

“My family was having a hard time! We had to move to the states!!” I said trying to be calm.

“Really? Do you have any idea how I felt when I came back from tour just to find your house empty! You even didn’t told Gemma about it!” Harry said As I got up from my seat to put my plate in sink.

“It wasn’t hard for me also” I said calmly.

“Well Ofc! You weren’t the one who had a break up! You weren’t the one who looked for your best friends like crazy! You weren’t the one who slept their nights crying!” Harry threw in hands up in frustration. I could already feel like crying. How dare he think it wasn’t easy for me! How dare he.

“What do you know about me?! What!????? I’ll tell you. Nothing! You know nothing! ” I screamed. This time I didn’t hold the tear back.

“You weren’t the one who saw their best friend in love with someone else! You weren’t the one who was in love with their best friend!” I cried falling to my knees as all the memories came back.

“W-what?” Harry softened as he knelt beside me. He put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me to his chest. I sobbed and sobbed clutching his tee shirt. Only if God knew how much I missed him.

“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have” I said getting up and walking towards the door and exiting his house.

After that incident I tried to ignore everything. His calls, texts everything. I felt so stupid giving his my number. I knew I was falling again. Again for the curly headed guy who was once my best friend.

One day I was walking back from word to my home when I saw a black rover pulling beside me. For a second I got scared but took a breath of relieved when the Windows rolled down. It was Harry.

“What?” I said.

“Can we talk?” He replied calmly.

“About what?” I spoke looking sideway.

“Something. Just say yes.” Harry said hopefully that I’d give in. He was something I couldn’t ever resist. So I nodded my head and got inside his car. He drove to my house on my suggestion as it was the nearest and for me spending time with Harry was dangerous.

“Why’re you ignoring me?” Harry asked cleared cut as soon as we stepped in.

“I’m not” I said hanging my coat and putting my house keys in bowl.

“Don’t lie. Why’re you doing this to me??!!” He said seemingly to losing his temper again.

“Doing what?” I said

“ALL THIS!! First you leave me and then come back! What is your fucking problem???!!!!” Harry said now clearly frustrated. This set me on nerves.

“First of all I didn’t just walked back okay?? It just happens and secondly because I-!!!” I was about to finish the sentence when I realised what I was about to say.

“You what?” Harry said knitting his eyebrows together in a question way. The lump was back in my throat and so were the tears back in eyes.

“I-I will fall for you again !!! And you won’t. Again.” I said as my tears fell freely. It was true. I knew back then Harry didnt loved me. And I knew again now also he won’t. But my eyes widened when he replied with a deep kiss on my pink lips.

“You’re wrong. I did this time”

Hearts and Daggers part 1. This is my first go at a series imagine, I don’t know how long it will be, but I hope you guys like it.
I had finally made it back to the French quarter, as the sun was just rising. The last 24 hours had been very chaotic, trying to keep Klaus from killing anyone, and trying to track down Lucian. Elijah left early yesterday evening to meet with the Mayor and to talk about maintaining the peace in New Orleans. Our house in the quarter was quiet, I guessed everyone was resting from yesterday. Slowly I made my way to the room Elijah and I shared desperate for my bed. I walked in the door quietly and turned to walk further into the room, but froze. Elijah was asleep in the bed, with Haley beside him. My heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest, Everything in my body screamed, the pain was worse than anything I had endured in my life. Then the anger boiled up inside me, I turned yanking the door open and slamming it shut behind me breaking the hinges. I stormed down the stairs and out of the house before anyone could act. I didn’t stop, I heard the shouts of my name, but I didn’t respond, I couldn’t. I ended up on the other side of town sitting on a bench thoughts and feelings bombarded me. It felt like I was drowning, drowning in pain, and rage. I had shut off my phone, and did my best to disappear so they couldn’t find. I rented out a small apartment in a small building hidden within the large city. There was a small kitchen area, with a bedroom, and a couch in a small room near the entryway. I sat on the couch thinking. If I turned it off it would all go away, I wouldn’t care. It would be fixed. But then I remembered, I had promised not to turn it off…I made that promise to Elijah…but not just him, I made it to myself. After hours of debating I decide to leave it on, he wouldn’t do that to me, I wouldn’t let him.

I sat alone for five days, only owing out to buy more clothes, and food, or to feed. On the end of the fifth day, Klaus showed up at my door. He’d found me, but kept it to himself. He asked me to come back, but I refused over and over and over again. Rebekah soon showed up, and did the same thing. I still refused. I was thankful that they never told Elijah where I was, but had noted that he tried to get it out of them constantly. Soon they stopped asking for me to come back, and stopped trying to reason. Rebekah would come for visits, Klaus stopped to say hi when he could. The pain was still there, and anger. I cried myself to sleep most nights, the other nights I didn’t sleep at all. It had been two weeks and I got a phone call from Klaus, he sounded worried, and in pain. Lucian had kidnapped Hope and had held her somewhere he was getting her to safety. But Elijah was in trouble, he had gone up against Lucian alone.

“I can’t get their fast enough.” He said through the phone, “you’re closer to where they are.”

“Klaus…I.” I stumbled over my words.

“He needs you, and I need you. I wouldn’t have bothered if it weren’t urgent.” He pleaded.

“Give me the adress.” I reluctantly.

My body hit the hard stone floor, I looked over and saw Elijah, Lucian had his hands around his neck. *snap* Elijah fell limp and Lucian tossed him to the other side of the room.

I lifted myself up slowly as Lucian began to walk towards him smirking. Quickly I flashed between the two facing Lucian.

“Don’t touch him.” I warned. Lucian stopped and smiled, “well, the beautiful and brave Juliana finally shows her face. Lovely to see you again.” I glared at him, “leave, now.” Lucian laughed, “ah, of course. You coming to save your one true love. Even though his heart may very well belong to someone else…a certain hybrid girl?” I didn’t move.

“I know there has been something going on…why else would you be on the other side of New Orleans? Let me guess…” He looked up into the air thinking, “he finally decided who he wanted? And it wasn’t you.” He shook his head in mockery.

“Just like you always were Lucian. Assuming things that are just too beyond your knowledge.” I answered smirking. His smile fell, “you should do well to show me a little respect.” I flashed infront of him and took his neck, “I do not care who you are, or what power you posses, I have lived longer than you, been through more than you have. So show me respect.” I picked him and threw him through a window. After a few moments of him not coming back I ran over to Elijah turning him on his back.

“Elijah?” I asked softly touching his face, he stirred slowly and opened his eyes, “Juliana.” He said sitting up and growing from the pain of his neck.

“Hi.” I said, “are you alright?” He nodded then looked up at me, “how did you?”

“Klaus called me, told me where you would be. He asked me to come and lend a hand.” I answered, “come on let’s get you up.” I grabbed his arm and helped him up. He grabbed my hand and turned me to look at him, “Juliana I…”

“It’s alright.” I nodded, “you’re okay, so is Hope. Klaus is back at the house with her…and Haley.” I said the name quietly then cleared my throat, “I need to go now.”

“Please don’t.” Elijah begged. I shook my head and pulled away, “if you’re going to leave,” he spoke up making me stop, “then why did you come.” I turned around and looked at him breathing heavily, “because besides my better judgment I am still completely and hopelessly in love with you.”

“As am I.” He stepped forwards swiftly his eyes looking sad.

“Then what was your thing with Haley?” I asked my voice monotone.

“A mistake. A one time, mistake.”

“A mistake?” I laughed stiffy, “Elijah Mikaelson, makes a mistake. Must be the end of the world.” I nodded slowly turning around again.

“It was the end of the world.” He spoke again his voice sounding rushed. I stopped but didn’t look at him. He spoke again, “my world ended when you walked out the door. My world ended when I hurt you, when I saw the way you looked at me, the hurt in your eyes.” Suddenly he was in front of me, slowly he touched my chin and lifted my head to look at him, “I would do anything to take everything I did back. Please, please forgive me.” I swallowed the lump in my throat, “Elijah, I-I just need a little more time.” I stepped backwards then sped out of the building. I stopped when I was outside miles down the road the cool air felt good, but chilled the tears rolling down my cheeks. I walked down the streets until I came to my apartment building, quickly getting to my room. It was quiet when I walked in, then I heard the familiar voice, “well that took you long enough, I’ve been waiting here forever.” I looked over to see Rebekah sitting in a chair.

“Shouldn’t you be at home?” I asked hanging up my coat.

“Shouldn’t you be?” She asked. I glanced back at her, “not at the moment no.”

“Well I am here to apologize, and to give you a heads up.” She stood brushing her shirt straight.

“What?” I asked confused.

“Elijah is on his way her right now.”

“What?” I asked in disbelief, “Rebekah-”

“Now look,” she grabbed my shoulders, “before you start panicking, I am doing this for you. You two have loved each other for centuries, I doubt a mistake would change that. You cannot keep running from this, just give the situation a chance to work itself out. Now you two are going out on a date, so go get dressed in something nice.” She pushed me towards my room, and closed the door behind us, “now, I brought some of your dresses over, but my favorite is this one.” She held up a deep red dress with short sleeves that only went over the shoulder. Fabric crossed over the chest and wrapped around the waist fanning out into the bottom of the dress.

“Well, go on take it. Get ready, I’ll be outside.” Rebekah pushed the dress towards me. Reluctantly I took it and headed into the bathroom.

“And make sure you do something nice with your hair.” She called before leaving the bedroom. I looked into the mirror, before I slowly began to get ready, washing my face, then applying light makeup. I curled my hair with long curls that fell over my shoulders. I heard a knock on the door, then Rebekah opening it, “Elijah, please come in.” She said sweetly. My stomach turned, I could hear the two of them talking, their voices murmured through the walls. I slipped on heeled shoes to match the dress, taking a deep breath I walked out of the bedroom into the small living room. I saw Elijah look at me and smile. I nodded to him but didn’t smile back.

“Well, have fun you two.” Rebekah said before leaving. We stood there in an awkward silence for a few moments before Elijah spoke, “You look stunning.”

“Thank you.” I pushed a curl behind my ear.

“I’m sorry if Rebekah sprung this upon you.” He stepped closer, “she did the same to me.” I nodded slowly doing my best to avoid his gaze. He was in a nicer suit than usual, but still a suit all the same.

“Shall we go?” I asked suddenly looking up at him. I had to get out of this small space.

“Of course.” He nodded and went to open the door, holding it for me. I walked past him quickly murmuring a thank you. Rebekah had apparently made reservations for us at a small restaurant in the quiet part of New Orleans. The restaurant had been one of Elijah’s and I’s favorites years ago. The conversation during dinner was short, and at times awkward, but I had to say it was good to talk to him. I had missed the sound of his voice, his laugh, his smile, him. After dinner we took a walk through lit up public garden.

“I enjoyed this evening.” Elijah said. I nodded slowly

“Although,”Elijah continued, “I think the owner got confused when we walked in and pictures of us were on the wall as some of the first customers of the restaurant.” Elijah chuckled warmly.

“Yes, that was a surprise.” I looked down again the pain once again settling in.

“I’m sorry.” He spoke as we stopped walking.

“You’ve already said that.” I answered.

“Why won’t you accept it then?” He grabbed my hand.

“It is not that easy. Love never is, exceptionally not a broken love” I answered pulling away, “this was a bad idea.” I shook my head looking at the ground, and began to back away.

“How is it broken?” He questioned.

“How is it not?” I looked back up at him anger building in my voice, “you don’t want me back, with me gone, you can be with Haley.”

“I don’t want you gone. I want you back.” He stepped forward.

“If you wanted me, then why did you forfeit me in the first place?” I questioned raising an eyebrow.

“It was a mistake.” He answered.

“I am really tired of hearing that word.” I replied monotone.

“What else would you like me to call it?” He stepped closer, “I know what I did was wrong. Terribly and horribly wrong. I never wanted to hurt you.”

“You should have remembered that before your night with Haley.” I hissed before walking away.

“I can’t lose you.” He said sadly, “I swore a vow to you, always and forever. If I lose you, it would kill me.”

“How do you think I feel Elijah?” I stopped, “if feels like my heart has been ripped out of my chest, like I am dying every moment. You are the one who broke the vow, not I.” With that I vamped away, not letting him see my tears. I stopped at the door to the building I lived in the tears swelling in my eyes. Sucking in a deep breath I walked up to my room and once inside I leaned back on the door and slid to the floor.

“I take it, it didn’t go well then.” Said a smooth voice from further into the room. I jumped at the sudden sound and bent to look around the corner. Klaus was sitting on the couch.

“Do you and Rebekah have something against knocking?” I asked hoisting myself up. He shrugged, “well, I wanted to be the first to hear how things went.” I threw my purse onto the couch and slouched down beside him.

“Bad, I’m guessing?” He questioned.

“Don’t know why I went in the first place. I think it just hurt the both of us more.” I said staring off.

“It was worth a try was it not?” He looked at me. I shrugged.

“I know he hurt you Juliana.” Klaus spoke slowly, “but he is miserable too. Having to live with what he did. He never speaks to Haley, and avoids her at all costs. I can see him suffering, it’s in his eyes. He thinks about you constantly.”

“I don’t know what to do Niklaus.” My voice broke and the tears came flooding down my face. Klaus pulled me closer to him and held me. I sobbed for what seemed like hours, everything that I had been holding in came flooding out. Once I had calmed down I heard Klaus speak, “come home.” I shook my head, “no.”

“It will do you good.” He answered.

“How?” I asked sharply.

“Well, for one Rebekah and I miss you. And shouldn’t you stand and hold your ground? I’m not saying it will be easy, but it will be better. I can set up another room for you.”

“Where?” I asked.

“On the other side of the house is you like.” He looked at me, “just give it a try. I’ll be there to protect you.” I thought for a few minutes in silence then slowly nodded, “fine. I’ll give it a week.”

“Two weeks?” He bargained, “and you can retreat here any time you like.” I nodded again.

“Good.” Klaus smiled and kissed the top of my head, “I’ll move your things into your new room tonight and I’ll have Rebekah pick you up in the morning.” He kissed my head once more before getting up and heading towards the door.

“Klaus,” I called, he stopped and looked at me, “don’t tell him. Please, not till I’m there and settling in.” He nodded slowly, “he’s probably not home yet. I’ll move your stuff quickly.”

“Thank you.” I said before he left. Now alone my mind was racing, wondering if this was a bad decision.

Auston Matthews - Part 10

Sorry I haven’t posted in a few days, made this one a bit longer to try and make up for it. 

Alex POV

               “Dress all set?” Mom asks Y/N the moment she and Auston walk through the front door.

               Y/N’s cheeks turn a faint pink and I notice she avoids my mom’s gaze when she answers.

               “Oh yes, everything went great,” her voice a little shaky as she mumbles her reply, if mom notices she doesn’t say anything and launches into questions about the wedding that Y/N is the maid of honor in.

               I narrow my eyes at Y/N trying to get her to look at me so I can read her face better when Auston steps in between us, effectively hiding Y/N from sight.

               “So what did you get, Auston,” Breyana asks from her seat beside me.

               Auston stares at the table as he takes his seat across from her.

               “Nothing,” he mutters and he too is avoiding eye contact with anyone.

               “You didn’t have time?” Breyana presses, oblivious to the way he’s acting.

               “Right,” Auston replies and jumps back up out of his seat to help mom, clearly over talking to Breyana.

               Something happened.

               I nudge Breyana in the side to get her attention.

               “I think something went down between those two,” I whisper, dad is sitting on just the other side of Breyana but his attention is elsewhere.

               “What do you mean?” She asks, her eyes darting between Y/N and Auston.

               “Look how neither of them will look at mom or even at us,” I say, and even as the words leave my mouth I realize I’m overreacting, they have known each other just over twenty-four hours. Breyana and I didn’t expect our plan to go through in less than twenty-four hours.

               “I wouldn’t look too into it Alex, Y/N is worked up about tomorrow and Auston is usually grumpy,” she says, her tone bored.

               “Well, just watch them tonight, see if anything has changed.”

               Breyana just rolls her eyes and turns her attention to her phone.

               I can’t help but continue to watch as Y/N and Auston help my mom bring everything to the table, something has definitely changed, they seem more comfortable around each other and for the first time since we picked Y/N and told her where we were staying, she looks relaxed.

               Within a few minutes she’s back to talking and laughing with mom and the rest of us, Auston too. Although mom sits between them at the table I notice Auston glance at Y/N a few times, seemingly fascinated with every word that comes out of her mouth.

               Y/N seems oblivious to it, but she too hangs on to every word that Auston has to say. I realize I’ve been staring at Y/N when suddenly her eyes lock onto mine and she quirks an eyebrow at me.

               “Do I have something on my face, Alex?” She asks me playfully, a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.

               “No, you just seem very happy tonight,” I pause, “I’m sorry I haven’t been more interested in helping you for tomorrow.”

               Y/N just smiles and reaches across the table to squeeze my hand.

               “You’ve been supportive without even realizing it, Alex. I would have gone insane today if I had been back home with no one to distract me. Your mom was right this morning, I’m prepared…” she pulls her hand back and settles back down in her seat. “You believe in me and that’s the most important thing.”  

Your POV

                For the first time in a month, the sinking feeling in my stomach wasn’t there at the mention of my meeting. Instead, I feel a strange new confidence and I can’t help but think that being here with the Matthews has something to do with it. They give me support, not that my parents don’t, but being here with them is calming, they fully believe in me and they show it.  

               However, despite that confidence, I can’t seem to fall asleep once I go to bed. While Alex and Breyana are softly breathing beside me, I’m tossing and turning over and over again for an hour before I give up on sleep altogether. I get up and move to the chair across the living room. When I open my Instagram I see there’s a follow request in my notifications. I stare for a moment at the request; Auston_matthews. I contemplate for a moment before accepting.

               I start scrolling through my feed when my phone buzzes with a text message from a number I don’t have saved.

               Aren’t u going to follow back?

               I frown at the message, thoroughly confused as to how he got my number and then I remember him holding onto my phone while I went and changed at the boutique earlier.


               I send back, almost instantly getting a response.

               Harsh considering ur sleeping on my couch.

               I roll my eyes and type out my reply.

               I’m not sleeping on your couch right now and I already follow you.

               I hit send and then type out another word.


               Alex moves on the pull out next to me and I freeze, like I’m about to be caught doing something I shouldn’t be. Which is probably true. She sighs in her sleep and a moment later goes still again. I glance back down at my phone and see a message waiting.

               First of all, uncalled for and second of all, why aren’t u sleeping?

               Because I can’t fall asleep and it was very called for.

               Bed not comfortable?

               No, its fine, I’m just too excited for tomorrow I guess. Why aren’t you sleeping?

               It’s not my bedtime yet.


               U can come in here if u want

               My stomach does a backflip and I want to bolt out of my chair. I sit there a moment actually considering it before I mentally slap myself. It was enough of a close call in the car on the way home, and it was something that I was still very confused about. Reluctantly I type my response.

               That’s ok, I should probably stay out there. What would your mother think???

               The three little bubbles pop up as he types a reply.

               Always using my mother as an excuse

               I can’t help but smile as I read his message.

               Goodnight, Auston. P.S. only the second time I’ve used her as an excuse.

               Two times too many. Goodnight, Y/N.

               I drop my phone down onto my lap and stare out the window beside me. Only I’m not thinking about the stars or tomorrow, I’m thinking about the boy on the other side of the wall just a few feet away and the fact that my heart has been pounding in my chest since I first saw the follow notification.

               Quietly, I stand and make my way over to the door where my coat hangs and pull it on along with my shoes before making my way back over to the slider in the living room that leads out onto a small balcony. I bundle myself up and sit on one of the chairs, thankful that it’s above freezing outside for once. I lean my arms on the railing and tilt my head to the sky, desperate to get Auston out of my head.

               My plan seems to work, I start naming everything I can find in the sky and where it originated from and the many myths and legends about that particular star or constellation. Halfway through the story of Cassiopeia I feel a prickle on my neck and get the feeling someone is watching me. I glance over my shoulder into the apartment and I can see Alex and Breyana asleep from the faint glow from the candle on the dining room table. I look across the street to where another apartment building rests and scan the windows facing me, not seeing any movement or person.

               I am just about to go back to my story when I hear the slider open behind me and I whip around, startled.

               “Whoa, just me!” Auston whispers, putting his hands up in front of him.

               I let out a relieved sigh and turn back away from him.

               “I thought you were going to bed,” I say, slightly annoyed to have him out here with me considering I just got him out of my head for more than ten minutes.

               “I thought the same thing about you, I was just getting a glass of water when I saw you sitting out here in the cold,” Auston huffs back at me while sliding the door closed behind him, pulling his hood up on his sweatshirt. I’m just glad he’s not wearing that stupid hat again.

               “It’s not that cold,” I mutter, but at the same time I’m starting to lose the feeling in my fingers as they sit on the railing.

               Auston doesn’t reply as he joins be at the railing and leans against it. I try to ignore the proximity of his body and move slightly away from him

               “So, what are you doing out here. Besides freezing your ass off?”

               “My ass is just fine and like I said earlier, I can’t sleep so mind as well spend the night with the stars,” I reply and lock onto the North Star again.

               “This is how you relax isn’t it?” Auston asks, looking over at me.

               “Yes, I suppose it is,” I admit and refuse to meet his eyes.

               “I can see that,” he says and I don’t reply.

               “If I said any star or constellation, would you be able to find it?” He continues.


               Auston thinks a moment and I wonder if he even knows any star name besides the Sun.

               “My birthday is in September, so Virgo, can you find that?”

               “Well, Virgo is known as a spring constellation, so while you might be able to see a few stars that make up Virgo all year round, you can’t really see the shape in the sky right now in January. Possibly if we were someplace with no city lights limiting our view.” I answer and I point in the direction of Spica, the brightest star of Virgo. “Right now, all you can see is Spica, and even that is a little hard to find right now.”

               “How did you get into Astronomy in the first place? I haven’t ever met anyone that has showed any interest in it before.” Auston says, looking back down at me and this time I meet his eyes and see genuine curiosity.

               I smile as I reply, “My dad, he was very into Astronomy when he was little, although he never pursued it, obviously going into pro-scouting instead. But when I was little, he would take me outside in the summer and we would spend hours laying in the lawn and just looking. We would make up stories and the next morning we would go to the library and check out every book we possibly could about anything to remotely do with the night sky. I became even more obsessed with it after I watched Aladdin,” I pause at this and glance at Auston again, who raises his eyebrows slightly.

               “Aladdin?” He asks.

               “Well, more so heard a song in Aladdin,” I shift next to him, slightly embarrassed for even bringing it up.

               “What song?”

               “A Whole New World,” I answer and look away quickly.

               He’s quiet for a moment and I think he’s trying to remember the song. I can’t help but fidget next to him, thoroughly mortified that I told him that. He cocks his head at me, still clearly confused.

               I take a deep breath and very quietly start singing the song that made me realize what I wanted to be when I grew up.

               “….. Let me share this whole new world with you….” I finish off and take a breath, unbelievably mortified. “It know it sounds stupid, but it just… Stuck with me I guess,” I mutter, feeling like I have to defend myself somehow. “The part about a new point a view was when I fell in love. Sometimes I feel like that what people need some times, a new perspective. The stars give me that, it’s an entire new world up there while I’m stuck down here.”

               I finally look at Auston who has been silent as I babbled on, he’s giving me that pretty boy smile again and everything south of my belly clenches.

               “You love it,” he says through his smile.

               “Well obviously I love it,” I say and gesture to the sky. “Why else would I plan my life around something that I can barely see?”

               Auston laughs and nods his head. “True, although I do love hockey, I would never sing about it in front of a pretty girl.”

               I blush and roll my eyes. “It’s more awkward to say that words normally than it is to sing them. Besides, if you ever tell anyone, I know exactly where you sleep and if I asked Mrs. Matthews, I’m sure she would give a key.”

               “That I’m positive she would, but I don’t think you’d come into my bedroom to murder me.”

               “No?” I ask.

               “Too messy and everyone would know it was you. You seem like the type of person who would plan out a murder so perfectly that you would never get caught,” Auston grins at me and I can’t help but laugh.

               “Alex told you about my compulsive planning and preparing?”

               “In vivid detail.”

               I shake my head and look to the sky again although I can still feel Auston’s eyes on my face.

               “You’ll do great tomorrow Y/N,” he says gently and puts his hand over mine on the railing, warmth spreads through my like wildfire.

               I don’t say anything but give him a soft smile of thanks, he leans down and for a brief moment I think he’s going to kiss my lips but at the last second his lips find my cheek. I turn beat red and bite my lip to keep from smiling.

               “We should head back inside, we both need some sleep,” he says softly, his face still within inches of mine and I nod, taking his hand and walking back in through the slider. We move silently from the door and shrug off our coats, throwing them on the chair. He waits as I wiggle my way back into my spot on the bed that Alex seems to have taken over. Almost immediately she throws her arms around my waist and snuggles into me. I roll my eyes at Auston and cover myself with a blanket.

               “Goodnight,” he murmurs, grinning at me as I try to get comfortable with Alex clinging to me.

               “Goodnight, Auston,” I whisper back. He turns to leave, his gaze lingering on the pillow beneath my head that smells of him.

               “Don’t drool on my pillow,” he teases and I resist the urge to throw it at him.

Workspace: Part Two

Part One

A/N: I’m currently working pt 3. I took my time with this one because I wanted it to be good ! Love ya babez.

“Then I had to go to Warren in accounting and he stared at me for fifteen minutes while I sent a fax.” Lydia groaned.

“Gross!” Kira shuttered.

It was 12:30 and I sat in the break room with the girls, Lydia, Kira, and Malia. So far my first day had been uneventful, besides the whole Stilinski thing. As much as I didn’t like first days, this one had to be the best. Just a normal, average day.

“He’s so disgusting. How did he even get hired?” Malia asked interrupting my thoughts.

“Seriously! He’s like ancient. He’s been here forever.” This came from the same boy I had seen before Stilinski in the copy room, the guy with the crooked jaw. He’d just walked in holding a small brown paper bag and a water bottle. He was very handsome now that I had a proper look at him. Maybe not my type but handsome.

“Scotty!” Kira practically squealed. He smiled warmly at her and they awkwardly stared at each other until someone cleared their throat kicking them back to reality. Kira pulled a chair from a table behind us and squeezed it between her and I. She patted the seat and smiled, gesturing him to sit next to her. He smiled back and obliged. The whole interaction was awkward at best and strange at worst. But no one seemed to noticed or at least they pretended not too. Conversation started up again and I sat back quietly eating my tuna salad pretending to listen to them. All the while I was observing the people coming in and out of the break room mentally forming an opinion on them all. As I watched a petite blonde women exited the room I saw the Stilinski guy standing a few feet away from the break room entrance talking to some girl. Her hair was up in a pony tail and she wore a long black maxi skirt with a plain white shirt. I couldn’t see her face from the angle I sat but I could that she had HUGE BOOBS. Which is the only reason that stupid Stilinski boy was probably even talking to her. At first I thought it was casual encounter, he moved his hands around a lot and she nodded her head in agreement. But then she gently placed her hand on his arm,

Changing everything!

Stilinski licked his bottom lip and blushed. Actually fucking blushed. Like he was human or something.

“Stiles!” Scotty yelled startling me out of the death glare I was sending…


Stilinski wasn’t his actual name? But honestly Stiles wasn’t much better. No wander he was such an ass, his name was terrible.

Stiles looked over at us and smiled, obviously not to me, giving us a wave then raising his pointer finger to signal he’d be there in a second. He turned his focus back to the girl and pulled out his phone. I couldn’t see what he was doing but I could only guess his was getting her number. I rolled my eyes and let out any annoyed deep breath.

“That dog.” Malia chuckled lightly and everyone nodded they’re head in agreement. Looks like his charade has caught everyone’s attention.

“So anyways Y/N, what do you think?” Lydia smiled leaning in closer to me from across the table.

Shit. I hadn’t been paying attention ! What had she said to me?

“Yeah, cool.” I said playing off the fact that I wasn’t listening.

“Perf. We’re all going to go around 8.”

“You don’t have to come. Lydia has a way of being very pushy.” Scotty joked.

Lydia shot him a look.

“Scott’s right. It’s just a bar and you just met us.” Kira offered with a sweet smile.

Ahhhhhhhh, so his name was just Scott. Man, I wish these people would stop using nicknames. It was getting hard to keep up.

“Yeah, you probably don’t even like us.” Malia said flatly. I hoped she was kidding but had a feeling she wasn’t.

“Fine. I guess I’ll come.” I said with fake angst trying to lighten the mood.

“Sorted.” Lydia beamed triumphantly.

“She coming?” Stiles said finally joining the group. He sat down next to Malia and draped his arm around her shoulders.

“You know on second thought-” I started with grit in my voice but was interrupted.

“Don’t mind him,” Scott said shooting Stiles a look. “You’re coming.” I nodded but stood up grabbing my lunch.

“See you at 8.” I waved and stormed out of the room.

Stiles. Such an ass.

I stood outside of the bar for almost twenty minutes before actually entering. The place couldn’t really be called a bar. It’s was very much a new age Irish pub. There were tall tables with equally tall chairs scattered around, where people either stood or sat. The whole room was warm contrasting the cold outside and everyone was close to one another. There was a bar but as I looked it over I was sure it only served beer. I was still at the door when Lydia spotted me.

“Y/N!” She shouted over the music and chatter. “Over here! Hurry.” With her sat Kira, Maila, and Scott.

I waved over to them with a smile and stripped myself of my coat, hanging it up on the rack next to the door. I squeezed through the crowd trying to get to my group. Accidentally, I bumped into someone and heard their drink slosh onto the floor followed by a few choice profanities.

“I’m so sorry.” I apologised sweetly stopping to make sure I hadn’t done too much damage.

The stranger turned to me anger striking his face which quickly changed into a smile when he saw me.

“No, you’re okay.” He chuckled. He was taller than me so I had to look up to see him. He smelled vaguely of peppermint and honey and I noticed his green eyes where glued on me. It wasn’t in a creepy way, though. It’s like something about me transfixed his self to me. His eyes gave me a once over, briefly stopping at my lips then flicking back to meet my hazel ones.

Nothing was said for a long moment, so I smiled apologetically and turned to pushed back through the crowd but I could feel his eyes watching me as I went. Finally I was at the table and my pack all greeted me with smiles and a raise of their glasses.

“This place is packed.” I said scooting on to one of the tall stools.

“You came just in time! We need another player.” Kira said and I could see a slight glossiness in her eyes.

“Player?” I pulled my brows together questioningly.

“Trivia.” Malia explained for Kira. “Lydia usually answers all the questions and we just sit back and look pretty.”

Scott laughed and raised a finger at the pretty waitress behind me in attempt to catch her attention. She took notice and walked over.

“What can I get you guys?” She said only to Scott, batting her lashes at him.

“Another round of beers, two for her,” he nodded at me. “She needs to catch up.” He whispered loudly to the waitress earning a chuckle from me. “And a round of shots too, please.”

“Shots too?” Malia giggled.

“Hell yes!” He practically shouted.

“Comin’ right up.” She smirked looking at Scott brightly before turning and leaving. Kira let out something that resembled a grunt mixed with snort. I giggled to myself, Scott and Kira sure didn’t try to be inconspicuous out their feelings for each other. The pair started whispering to one another and I looked around trying not to ease drop.

I surveyed the packed pub. We were towards the back of the place near a small stage and dance floor that had no occupants, from here I could see almost the entire room. My eyes wandered across the faces and fell upon a familiar one. Stiles’s. He was leaning on the with with one arm his head tilted in to hear the girl in front of him better. I rolled my eyes. Another girl? I never took Stiles as much of a player. But as I examined the girl closer I realised she was the same girl from the office. Now I could see her features better and I was very confused because she wasn’t all that pretty. She wore thick rimmed glasses and the same slicked back ponytail was before. She was, in my humble opinion, too skinny with not a lot of curves to fill out her jeans. She was wearing a neon pink shirt that made her big boobs ten times more noticeable. I watched as her and Stiles talked and it was obvious she was drunk. She swayed a little when she moved her hands too much and she laughed too hard when it seemed Stiles hadn’t said anything all that funny. I couldn’t hear them of course but he seemed bored or was he just drunk too. The bartender slid him a bottled beer and he raised it to the girl and began walking away. As he did, he caught me staring and I whipped around in my chair so fast I was sure I’d given myself whip lash. I could see Malia eyeing me. I blushed hard feeling my whole body heat up, why was I even looking at him in the first place, I asked myself. I don’t care what he does. Then, a burly man with a long beard and long hair tied behind his head into a bun stepped on the tiny stage with a microphone.

“Welcome Ladies and Gents to this weeks Trivia Showdownn.” He announced over pronouncing the word down. “I’m sure you all know how this works. But for the newbies here I’ll explain it.” The crowd groaned, making me grin.

As he began explaining the rules, Stiles joined us then. The only spot available was next to me, and to my surprise Stiles took it without complaint. I glanced over to him nonchalantly and he was…glaring?

No, looking?

No, admiring?

Honestly, I couldn’t tell. He seemed to be pretty drunk and it was really hard to read his expression. I noticed now he wasn’t wearing his glasses and his caramel coloured eyes pierced into me.

“Want a picture?” I asked challengingly perking up a brow.

“Depends on the picture.” A twitch of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

The sudden change of character caught me by surprise. I felt my body warm up and I was sure I must be crimson but I hoped I wasn’t.

“You couldn’t be so lucky.” I said coolly recovering quickly.

Stiles lips disappeared into a straight line as he tried to stifle his smile that dared to break through. This was very strange Stiles had showed me nothing but animosity not a day before and now he’s flirting? What a change of events. But was this permanent or was he just tipsy with clouded judgement? The pretty waitress from before reached over me and set down two beers, I hadn’t even noticed she’d been there. She also distributed the tiny glasses full of clear liquid. The shots.

“To winning.” Lydia whisper shouted trying not to interrupt the announcer on stage who was still going over the rules.

“To winning!” We all said in the same tone lifting our small glasses to one another’s allowing them to clink, then drinking the alcohol. We all laughed watching the faces we all made. Stiles’s was the funniest, he looked like he was calmingly thinking about throwing up. I laughed extra hard and he shot me a playful look sticking his tongue out. The action making him look almost sweet, and I wasn’t yet convinced that he was.

Trivia started and as promised Lydia answered all the questions for us. Surprisingly enough, Stiles and I were teaming up within our team and answering a few.

“The largest volcano ever discovered in our solar system is located on which planet?” The burly man, Nade, asked the teams.

“Mars!” Stiles quickly shouted out.

“Mars is correct! Another point for Team Wolf.” Nade noted with a humorous expression.

“That’s another one!” I yelled raising my hand for Stiles to high five something we’d taken up doing every time our team scored a point. He bypassed the high five for the first and enveloped me into a huge hug. I was caught off guard and did not return the motion. Stiles stepped back quickly, eyes wide, registering his mistake and immediately withdrew. We looked at each other awkwardly before being brought back by Nade’s voice.

“All right Trivists. Last question this is for drinks on the house they’re next visit.”

This caused the crowd to cheer wildly.

“Okay guys! We got this! Let’s think before we answer and win this shit!” Malia coached her words slightly slurred. We all nodded or smiled in acknowledgement. The room fell into erie silence, everyone trying to concentrate and after as many beers as I’ve had so was I.

“Who is credited to be the first person to circumnavigate the globe?” Nade quizzed looking over the crowd for someone to answer.

Instantly, I knew the answer, I’d written a whole term paper on it in high school. I looked around at my group and they all seemed a bit stumped. Even Lydia, which was a bit odd but I understood why when I saw her downing another shot. I whirled my head around to Stiles, who jumped doing some weird karate move.

“I know the answer.” I whispered with a wicked smile.

“Are you sure?” He challenged but seemed amused.

“Oh ye of little faith.” I pouted gaining a smirk from him.

“Well answer, before you cause me free drinks.” He scolded playfully.

I rolled my eyes and turned to the pack grabbing their attention. I nodded at them my way of wordlessly telling them that I had it. Though warily, they nudged me to on. I took a deep breathe before answering.

“Ferdinand Magellan!” I shouted and for a second all eyes were on me. Quickly, they all turned to Nade as the whole room wonder whether or not I was right.

Nade was quiet for a beat, and left the room swelling with tension and anticipation.

“Sorry Team Wolf,” he paused giving us a dejected look. My whole team slumped down disappointed that, although so close, we hadn’t won. I was very confused, that was the right answer. I contemplated in my head if I had actually said the right answer out loud or only thought I did. My head was a bit fuzzy making me unsure.

“Sorry that…the other teams won’t be drinking for free!” He yelled smiling into the microphone.

It only took us a second to digest his words until we erupted into cheers. I ran around the table to hug Lydia, who squeezed me tightly. Immediately after, Kira and Malia pulled me into a double hug, jumping up and down throwing me slightly off balance. Scott and I bear hugged and he peck my cheek adding a overly excited ‘thank you’ with it. Stiles just finished doing a weird handshake with Kira, when his eyes lite up at the sight of me and inthralled me into yet another hug. This time I hugged back. His arms snaked around my waist and mine around his neck. I noticed he smelled of cigarettes and something else I couldn’t quite pinpoint. It was warm and sweet and I got lost in it.

He pulled back from the embrace but our arms stayed in place. He gave me that same look as before, the confusing one, and I searched his eyes for some kind of clarity. But all at once, I watched the beautiful amber color in his eyes turn dark and cold and felt the tension radiate through his body. He ripped his hands away from me and stepped back, frowning. My eyebrows knitted together in bewilderment. Stiles called out Scott’s name, who was wrapped around Kira buy quickly released her to aid his friend. I watched as the pair headed out of the now seemingly suffocating bar. As the door shut behind them, my mind raced. What was his fucking problem? First he hates me for no apparent reason then he’s flirting with me, and now he hates me again. He was so exhausting. The alcohol taking its toll I felt my blood begin to boil and fit of rage course through me. Malia walked over to ask me something, but I didn’t even acknowledge her as I moved through the cramped room. Finally reaching the door, I snatched my coat from its perch on the rack and bustled out the door. I whipped my head in every direction looking for the two boys. I caught sight of them half way down the block. Stiles hadn’t brought a jacket, and he had his hands stuffed in his pockets with a cigarette lazily between his lips. Him and Scott seemed to be in an intense conversation but I didn’t care. I was going to find out what his problem was.

“Stiles!” I shouted stomping towards them. They both turned around surprised and I assumed it was from the angry tone in which the name was being shouted. Stiles rolled his eyes and spit out his cigarette stomping it out on the ground. I was to them in seconds and I was huffing out of breath but more from my anger then the walk over.

“What do you want, Y/N?” Stiles groaned as if I was a pest he couldn’t get rid of.

“What do I want? What I want is for you to tell me what your fucking problem is. I’ve worked with you for all of a five minutes and you hate me. I don’t know what I could have possibly done for you to treat me with such disrespect but I’m truly sorry and hope you get over it very fast. Because like it or not we have mutual friends now and I’m not going anywhere. So straighten up or ship out.” I jerk my thumb over my shoulder for emphasis. I was a bit winded after my rant not remembering taking a breath, and I forgotten Scott was standing there. After a beat of no one saying anything, I spun on my heels and retreated opposite of them towards my apartment. I was fuming, mad with rage and in my hast I realised I was walking the wrong way. To get to my apartment I had to walk back in there direction. I knew there was no way I was getting back to my apartment this walking in my current direction. So, reluctantly and, admittedly embarrassed, I turned not meeting there’s gazes as I pushed past them heading in the correct way.

“Godddamn,” I heard Stiles say in an almost impressed sort of way. “Aren’t you something else?”

And it may have been my imagination but I swear I could almost hear his smile.