Summary : You hated everything
about Jungkook, from his cocky smirk to his annoying voice, and he
could say the same about you. But the both of you were stuck together,
forced to live with each other because of the landlord, it wasn’t a
choice. Yet, you didn’t know if he really hated you, or if you
really hated his voice once you came home from work, hearing your name
tumbling from his mouth in breathy moans.
A/N :You can leave your feedback or requests here ! Please remember that english isn’t my first language and this is my third smut ever.
You took a deep breath, trying to containt yourself. Both of your hands flat on the kitchen counter, you closed your eyes. You didn’t want to get mad, especially this soon in the morning. You opened your eyes, before staightening your back and adjusting your shirt.
« Jungkook. », you called, hoping he would hear you through the noises of cars and shot guns coming from the tv. Your roommate simply hummed, not taking his eyes off of the screen.
« Jungkook, listen to me. », you harshly said. He paused his game to look at you, eyebrows raised at your boldness. The noises stopped abruptly, immersing the room in an almost religious silence. Jungkook moved his head, questionning.
« How many times do I have to tell you to do the fucking dishes ? », you asked through gritted teeth. The boy only rolled his eyes, shaking his head.
« Argh, I’ll do them later. », he simply said, his face turning towards the tv again.
« Jungkook you need to do them now. », you started, making your voice a little louder so he could hear you over the noise.« We don’t have any plates or bowls. », you continued, making your way to the living room.
You really didn’t want to fight him, last night was enough, but everything was dirty in the kitchen, and you needed to eat before going to work. Your rubbed your temples, breathing in.
« Jungkook, I need to eat, I have to go to work. », you said, like you were talking to a child, standing in front of the screen.
« Y/N, move ! », almost screamed Jungkook, making motions with his hand before looking up at you.
He saw your determined look, arms crossed. He got up from the couch, tossing his controller, and he swore to himself that he would make you pay for it.
You took a deep breath, exiting from your car. The cold air ghosting over your skin, calming your nerves. You had a long and stressful day, the door of your apartment seemed like the door to heaven. You looked up at the dark sky, before your attention got caught by the light coming from the window of your living room.
It was rare for Jungkook to stay in the living room, normaly he would watch a movie in his room, but maybe he was still playing his game, you thought.
You quickly walked towards the building, you were craving to feel the soft fabric of your duvet and rest for the week end.
Your hand grabbed the cold door handle, opening the heavy door of your apartment building. You were bending to take your shoes off and allow your heels to rest before you heard it.
The pounding sound of music, and you already knew where it was coming from. You cursed, rapidly climbing the stairs. You didn’t even had to pull your keys out of your purse, since the door of your apartment was wide open.
Almost immediately, you started fumming, fists clenched. From the hallway you could see silhouettes moving around, dancing to the music.
« You got to be fucking kidding me. », you mumbled to yourself, walking into your apartment. The smell of alcohol was obvious, but you couldn’t care less, actively looking around to find Jungkook. People were dancing, and you looked horrified, as you noticed some people you didn’t know on your couch, an obvious stain on the arm rest.
You looked around, trying to find someone you knew. You made you way into the crowd, feeling out of place with your working clothes. Your body was pushed against other people, and suddently, you felt a pair of hands on your hips, pulling you into the person’s torso.
« Y/N ! You’re finally home ! », the person giggled, hugging you from the back, and you instantly knew who the voice belonged to. « Jungkook, what the fuck is going on ?! », you almost screamed, turning around and freeing yourself from his embrace.
Even if you hated Jungkook, you knew him enough to tell that he was at least tipsy, a gummy smile on his face. The boy’s hands went back to your hips, pulling you into him once again. His head went to the crook of your neck, and you couldn’t help but move your head away.
« We’re just having a little party. », he explained.« Dance with me. »
His request took you off garde, your palms went to his torso so you could look into his eyes.« Jungkook. », you said sweetly. The boy hummed, hands locking behind your back.
« I want everyone out of here in 30 minutes or I’m kicking you out. » Jungkook’s smile instantly vanished, his normal self coming back as his touch disappeared.
« Oh, you forgot ? », you asked, fake pouting. « If the landlord finds out that you organised a party without informing him, you’re out. »
In reality, you were just threatening him. Yes, the landlord would probably kick him out if he found out, but the neighbours were on vacation, so no one was there to complain about the noise. And on the other hand, even if you hated Jungkook, you would rather live with him than paying the full rent, because, let’s be real, finding a new roommate was hard.
If eyes could kill, you would probably be dead. Jungkook was enrage, and you only smiled at him, feeling victorious. He licked his lips, looking around, and you knew you had won, walking away to your room, pushing away everyone too close to you.
You quickly slammed your door, sighing as you untied your hair.
After a few moments, the apartment was left silent, Jungkook apparently got rid of everyone pretty quickly.
Your head fell on your pillow as you wrapped yourself in your duvet, sighing in relief. Your muscles started to relax slowly, starting to fall asleep, before you heard it.
A girl moaning.
You rubbed your eyes before tossing your duvet away from your body, you had spent one of the worst night ever. You were already exhausted, your eyes closing without your will, and it was hot, way too hot, the duvet sticking to the thin layer of sweat on your skin. And on top of that, Jungkook fucked some random girl he certainly didn’t know.
You knew he was doing this just to piss you off, you could already see his annoying smirk on his face. You sighed, getting up, your feet meeting the cold wooden floor. You walked out of your room, not caring about your appearance, you were only wearing a long t-shirt and your underwear. You were craving for some tea and you needed it now. You quickly brushed your teeth, noticing no signs of Jungkook’s presence and made your way to the kitchen.
To your surprise, the living room was clean, no cups of the floor, no empty bottles. If it wasn’t for the stain on your couch, it was like nothing happened. You raised your eyebrows, at least you wouldn’t have to fight with Jungkook.
Pouring the hot water in your cup, you absently watched as the water turned brown. You slowly added the milk, before feeling two hands on your hips, rolling your eyes as Jungkook’s head dropped to the crook of your neck.
You groaned, getting away from his grip, leaving your cup on the kitchen counter to take care of your toast.
« I wouldn’t mind waking up to this every day. », he said, with his low morning voice, leaning in the corner of the kitchen. Your back was turned to him, but you could feel is eyes travel down your legs.
« Fuck you. », you simply said, spreading your chocolate on the bread. Jungkook didn’t respond, silently watching you.
You made your way towards your cup, but the boy stood beside you, his hand sneaking once again on your hip. « Is that for me ? », he asked. His head moved towards the plate, humming the smell of the toast, while doing so, his breath ghosted over the skin of your cheek, his perfume he was wearing making you dizzy.
Your hand smacked his torso,
« What the fuck, no. »
« Wow, after cleaning the living room I thought I would get some kind of reward. », he said, his tone changing at the last word. You turned around,« Oh so, I should give you a reward because you cleaned the mess you’ve made after you threw a party ? »
Jungkook opened his mouth, but you continued,« Besides, even if you ended the party, the girl you fucked was way too loud. », you said, leaning against the kitchen counter and taking a sip of your tea and putting the cup down.
He almost looked embarrassed for a split second, before regaining his cocky attitude, leaning towards you. His hand went to your jaw, his thumb lightly tugging at you bottom lip. His boldness caused your breath to get caught in your throat, and he saw it. Smirking, he hummed,
« You can tell me if you’re jealous, you know. »
He licked his lips, watching your own lips, and unconsciously leaning towars them.
« You need to clean the stain on my couch. », you breathed, before escaping from his embrace.
After the “accident”, nothing like that happened again.
Yes, you thought about it, was he really going to kiss you ? Are was it just another way to annoy you ? If he wanted to annoy you, it was working, and what pissed you off more than anything, was the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking about how close he was, and he didn’t seem to care, as if it never happened. And you wish you never happened, you wished you never felt you heart beat so fast.
Of course, you got back to Jungkook, stealing his video games until he cleaned your couch. He had to clean it himself, and hated every second of it. And once again, he swore he would make you pay for it.
And he did. You had a sleepover at your best friend’s house, and Jungkook knew it. While you were getting ready, he took his chance and sneaked into your room, easely finding your bag.
He knew you would probably kill him, but his plan was too perfect. The next day, after the sleepover, you and your friends would go to the club. He knew you were excited about it, and he didn’t feel an once of guilt when he poured the ink of his pen on your red dress.
He was going to ruin your night just like you ruined his in the first place. Quickly folding the fabric and shoving in back in your bag, he closed your it before going back to the living room like nothing happened.
And you should have knowned that he was up to something when he sweetly smiled at you before you closed the door.
But Jungkook’s plan wasn’t that good, he thought that you would only see the ruined fabric after the sleepover, just before going out. But you were too excited to show your new dress and unpacked your bag as soon as you entered your bestfriend’s house.
Your heart sank when you unfolded the fabric, discovering the wide black stain in the middle of the dress, before rage took over you. Cursing loudly, you didn’t give your best friend any explaination before storming out of her house, blood boiling, fingers impatiently taping on the steering wheel at every red light.
You almost ran up the stairs, before taking a deep breath when you were faced by your door.
« Calm down, you don’t want to kill someone tonight. », you thought.
But another voice in your head reminded you that the dress he ruined costed a lot, and you really needed this night out with your friends to relax and suddently, all the rage that was starting to fade came back in a wave.
Opening your door, you were greeted by the darkness of your living room, and for a second you thought Jungkook was gone, maybe out for the night, but you heard something. The boy was probably playing some game with his friends.
Quietly walking without turning the light on, you followed the faint noise before freezing in the middle of the room.
The noises, it’s wasn’t him talking, it was him moaning.
You were so shoked, you almost dropped your keys. You didn’t know if you had to laugh, open the door of his room or just run away as quickly as possible and act like nothing happened.
Putting your keys down on the kitchen counter, you leaned against it. You could hear your rapid heat beat along side Jungkook’s moan, sweat starting to form on your forehead. You wanted to get out, so bad, but you were stuck there, unable to move. His moans were getting louder, his breath ragged, little whines coming from his lips from time to time.
Your cheeks were starting to heat up, when you heard a particularly loud moan, before
Your eyes opened, wide, starring at Jungkook’s bedroom door. You moved your head, you swore to yourself it was just your brain tricking you.
But you heard it again, clearer this time.
« Y/N, fuck ! »
And your heart sank, once again. Your name was tumbling from his lips in broken moans, your legs felt like jelly, his breath got more and more erratic as yours got caught and suddently,
It stopped, and the whole apartment was silent, like nothing happened. Your eyes still wide, you started to breath normaly again. You took your keys, head dropping to look at the floor, before you heard the door.
You immediatly looked up, cursing yourself for not running away when you could. You froze as you saw Jungkook, walking out of his room, obviously frustrated. His hand running in his hair, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, a layer of sweat visible on his torso. He looked up, and froze.
For what felt like an eternity, no one talked, looking at each other like a deer caught in headlights. Your throat was dry, unable to talk, your mouth opened and closed without letting out a single sound. The air was thick, your eyes traveling from his red lips to his rising and falling chest.
Jungkook was the first to open his mouth, breaking the silence.
« Y/N, I, eh, didn’t hear you come in. », he said taking a step forward.
« I, eh… », you tried, stepping back, forgeting why you were there in the first place.
« How long have you been here ? », he asked, a hand rubbing his collarbone.
« I- », you started, before your back hit the wall, knocking the air out of your lungs.
Jungkook licked his lips, eyes traveling from your mouth to your eyes.
« You heard me ? », he asked, even if he knew the answer. His breath ghosted over your skin, one hand beside your face on the wall, the other holding your chin.
« Yeah. », you breathed, looking into his eyes, you didn’t know if it was the lack of light but they seemed a shade darker.
The boy licked his lips again, blinked a few times before boldly asking.
« Can I kiss you ? »
And without thinking, you nodded, a sigh leaving your lips when your roommate eagerly kissed you. Jungkook instantly moaned into your mouth, pressing himself against you. His hand detached from the wall, falling to grip your hip.
His soft lips moved against yours, before his tongue licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you immediatly gave. And it was a battle for dominance, Jungkook’s hand left you chin, sneaking under your shirt, eager to feel you skin against his.
His head went to your neck, and you didn’t move, letting him kiss his way down to your collarbone. He was craving to do this since the kitchen accident, your skin looking way too flawless to his liking. And all he wanted to do was to mark you, all over your body.
A sigh ran down from your lips when he found a special spot, and he started sucking on your skin, leaving a purple mark.
Both his hands pushed the fabric of your shirt up, and you got the hint, taking your shirt off. Your arms wrapped around his torso, feeling his skin against yours, you lips founding his neck, but before you could start your torture, he stopped you.
« Y/N, don’t tease. », he breathed. And god, he sounded so needy, out of breath and you only kissed his neck, you wondered how wrecked he would be after you’re done with him.
Seeing that you didn’t respond, Jungkook pressed himself against you, making you feel his boner, and he was hard.
Your lips went back to the base of his neck, while your hand traveled down his torso, until you met the hem of his sweatpants.
« Y/N, plea- », he started, getting cut when your hand palmed him through the fabric. His head rolled back, a moan tumbling from his lips.
You liked your lips, watching him in awe, his fingers digging in your waist.
« Don’t tease. », he said through gritted teeth, pulling you closer. His hand grabbed yours, kissing your knuckles to your elbow.
« Jungkook. », you breathed, wrapping you arms around his neck. He hummed, eyelids heavy. His cheeks were slightly red, lips swollen, and you couldn’t help but kiss him again instand of answering.
He walked you towards his room, lips never leaving yours.
Leaving the lights off, he softly layed you on his bed before towering over you. Your fingers went to the hem of your jean, taking it off. Jungkook’s hands unclapped your bra, tossing it somewhere, his mouth instantly wrapping around your nipple.
« Jungkook, we don’t have time for that. », you moaned, feeling the uncomfortable wetness starting to form in your underwear. The boy was as eager as you, leaving you breast before almost ripping your panties.
« Fuck, I’m so hard. », he moaned, when you took his sweatpants off. He quickly got up, opening the drawer of his nightstand to take a condom. He hurriedly opened the package, rolling the condom on his shaft.
You signed when his hands went on either sides of your hand, feeling the heat of his body. Your hand grabbed the back of his head, pulling him towards your lips, kissing him again, never getting enough of the feeling.
He pulled back slightly, a smirk streching his lips.
« Babygirl. », he called, waiting for you to open your eyes. One of his hand grabbed the back of your thigh, placing your leg on his hip.
« Who are you wet for ? », he asked, a devilish smile on his face.
You wanted to slap him, but you needed him, and you breathed.
« You. »
Jungkook almost moaned, his head went back to your neck before entering you. Jungkook groaned, his breath ragged. You arched your back, your nails digging into his shoulders.
« Jungkook, please. », you moaned, and he started rolling his hips in a slow but deep pace. Your head dropped back, you started biting your lip, trying to muffle your moans, but Jungkook noticed.
« Don’t you fucking dare. », he started, thumb tugging at your lip.« Moan for me or I’ll stop. »
You whined, and Jungkook started slamming back into you. His hand grabbed your hair, pulling at it to expose your neck, and he started biting and sucking on the skin, breathy moans coming from your lips.
Your other leg wrapped around Jungkook’s waist, his dick was hitting a spot making you moan at every thrust. Jungkook was a moaning mess on top of you, his broken whispers transforming into long moans and deep groans.
He was getting closer and closer, but he wanted to make you come first, he needed to see it.
« Are you gonna cum for me ? », Jungkook ask, teeth biting on your lower lip. You could only whine, your hand gripping his hair.
Jungkook’s hips started making deep and slow thrusts, one which was particularly hard, helping you reach your high.
A last moan filled the room, before your came around Jungkook, your eyes closing, mouth falling agape.
Jungkook groaned, feeling your walls tighten around him. « Fuck, such a good girl. », he complimented through gritted teeth, before reaching his climax, softly moaning near your ear, your name falling and falling from his lips as he came in the condom.
He collapsed on top of you, the both of you trying to catch your breath, bodies sweaty.
A/N: ALRIGHTY YALL! This one gets a lil wild!
😭 But it was super fun to write! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️ By the way, I added in a hidden Marvel character, let’s see if you guys can find them! (;
Word Count: 1,380 Reader Gender: Female i guess idk Warnings: Jealousy, arguement, him arguing with other girls, cursing Love Interest: Peitro Maximoff Note: There is a 200000/10 chance that there will be a second part
I crossed my arms as I glared at him, waiting for him to finish his little show. Anger and irritation bubbled inside of me, and I mentally cursed myself for trusting him enough to leave him alone. I go into the shop for five fucking minutes, and I come out to this shit. I tried pulling him away from the girls that were flirting with him, but it just shrugged me off. The worst part about the whole thing? He was flirting back.
His ass was flirting with other people and he was loving it. I’m not sure if he got the memo, but he’s not single anymore. He’s in a relationship with me, and I have half a mind to kick his ass. I clutched harder at the plastic bag that was in my hand, the contents were requested by none other than the douche himself. I grunted, deciding that he wasn’t going to finish anytime soon. I walked up to him, gripping his shoulder and turning him around.
“We’re leaving.” I said sternly.
“Who’s the slut?” One of the girls asked.
“I’m his girlfriend.” I spat, anger coursing through me.
“Oh really? Then why is he over here?” Another girl asked.
“Slut.” The first one said.
“Pornhub called, honey, they say your resume is too extensive.” I spat.
“I’m not going anywhere, why don’t you find somewhere else to be.” Pietro offered in an annoyed tone.
“Fine,” I shoved the bag in his chest, walking away, “But you’re finding a new place to live.”
It didn’t take him long to appear at my side, but I didn’t acknowledge his existence. I was still beyond pissed at the little act he pulled moments ago. He wouldn’t like it if I did that stuff to him, he’d be pissed. I’d get my ear chewed off, so why does he think it’s okay for him to do it? I still had my arms crossed over my chest, a clear indication that I was angry. Despite my body language, he still tried to talk to me.
He said that he was confused, which just pissed me off even more. What the hell does he mean? He doesn’t get to be confused, he gets to feel like an ass. I sent a glare his way, instantly shutting him up. I looked away from him, rolling my eyes and focusing on getting home. I’ll deal with him there, right now I’m too angry to talk to him. He didn’t even stand up for me, he just let them trash talk me.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”Pietro shouted as I closed the door to the apartment.
“Oh, I don’t know, my boyfriend just completely forgot that my ass existed. Forgive me if I’m a little pissed off.” I glared, flipping him off.
“What are you talking about?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed.
“You were flirting with those girls! I heard you the entire time! One of them was even talking dirty to you!” I yelled, “God, Pietro, where do you draw the line?!”
“You’re just being jealous and oversensitive.” Pietro said, walking past me.
“I’m not any of those things! I’m just worried that maybe my boyfriend is cheating on me!” I yelled, feeling the anger mix with betrayal.
“I can’t help it, Y/n! The ladies like me, get over it. I’m not going to stop just because some worthless little girl doesn’t like it.” He spat, glaring at me.
I was silent for a moment, absorbing his words completely. Is that all I was to him? Just some little girl? Not his girlfriend or anything? My brows furrowed, and I took his words to heart. He can’t just get over himself for two seconds to listen to me? I took in a deep breath, realizing that his opinion on this matter wasn’t going to be changing anytime soon. I saw his face soften, and I wiped the tears away from my eyes.
“Worthless?” I questioned.
“Oh, come on, you know I didn’t mean it like that.” He reasoned.
“Then how did you mean it?” I asked quietly, but he didn’t respond, “That’s what I thought.”
With that, I quickly walked into the bedroom that him and I shared. I got out the suitcase that I took with me on extended missions. I started packing my things, no longer feeling welcome in here. I took a deep breath, sadness now kicking in rather than anger. I sighed, shaking my head as I shoved more clothes into the suitcase. I heard Pietro enter the room, thanks to the small breeze of wind that had picked up out of nowhere.
“What are you doing?” Pietro questioned.
“I am taking my worthless self out of here so you can continue living your wonderful life as a bachelor.” I said, zipping up the suitcase.
“You can’t leave me, Y/n. I love you, don’t do this to me.” He pleaded.
“Love me? You’ve been flirting and getting random chicks numbers the entire time you’ve been dating me, you don’t stand up for me when they insult me, then you call me a worthless little girl, and you have the audacity to say you love me?” I questioned, narrowing my eyes.
“Please, just stay with me.” He pleaded, and I sighed as I looked into his eyes.
He looked like a lost puppy on a rainy day.
“Do you promise to stop flirting with people that aren’t me?” I questioned, slightly hopeful.
“I,” He stuttered, “I don’t.” He trailed off and I shook my head, laughing dryly.
“It’s nice to know that the man I’ve been dating for 3 years doesn’t love me enough to actually act like he’s dating me.” I said, moving past him and to the door.
“You don’t understand.” Pietro said, blocking the door.
“I understood clearlywhen you called me worthless,” Tears formed, “I understood when you flirted with the other girls and acted like you didn’t know me,” My voice broke, “And I understood when you couldn’t even promise you’d stop. I’m not good enough, and I never will be.”
“Just give me another chance, Princessa.” He said, cupping my cheeks.
“Pietro, don’t you get it?” I removed his hands from my face, “I’m exhausted! I’m mentally and physically drained from trying to take the pressure and the hurt of your actions. From arguing with you over the same things. I’ve given you dozens of chances.” I huffed, and he went silent.
I shoved him out of the way, walking out and slamming the door shut. Tears fell from my eyes as I left the complex, my suitcase on my shoulders like it was a backpack. The weight of the entire event settled onto my mind, and I angrily wiped my eyes. I didn’t expect him and I to actually end, but if he thinks I’m not good enough for him then I’ll leave him be. I know when to push, and when to walk away, and today it was the ladder.
I found myself walking to Tony’s place, which was the only place I felt like I could go right now. Questions swam through my mind, drowning out everything else. Had he been cheating on me? When did he decide that I wasn’t good enough? I was just so tired of fighting to keep him, and fighting to make him see that what he was doing was wrong. I was emotionally exhausted, and, in turn, it made me physically exhausted.
“What are you doing here?” Tony asked, not looking at me as I entered the room.
“I,” I took a deep breath, “I was hoping I could stay here for a little while.”
“Hey, what’s wrong?” He turned around, hearing the sadness in my voice.
“It’s nothing.” I shook my head as he came closer.
“Well, I’d love to hear about nothing.” He joked.
“We broke up.” I held back a cry.
“What? Why? Do I need to kill him?” Tony asked, visibly concerned.
“He just makes me exhausted.” You sighed.
“Well, how about you have a seat and I’ll pour us some drinks?” He offered.
“What’s the price?” I eyes him.
“Dirt, details, blackmail.” He stated, turning around and going to get a couple glasses.
I’ve been non-stop thinking about that klance bodyguard au and I wanted to write my own version but I’m not quite sure about how I want it to go, so here is just some random stuff I was thinking of including!!
-lance is the altean prince
-Keith is a member of the blade of marmora
-altea and BoM are allied in the fight against former black paladin zarkon and his galra army
-Keith is assigned to be prince lance’s bodyguard after an attempted kidnapping
-lots of langst in the beginning
-his father basically ignores him and heavily favours his sister, and he feels like he can never live up to his expectations
-basically just a sad lonely boy hiding behind a bright smile
-he is pretty close to his sister tho, and he knows for a fact that coran adores him
-lance develops a crush on his new bodyguard right away b/c Keith is a hot af badass whose actually a closet cutie pie
-Keith immediately thinks that the prince is totally cute, but he’s kinda slow to pick up on emotions so it takes him forever to figure out his own feelings
-when he does it’s mutual pining city
-Keith refuses to start anything w/lance for the longest time because he’s the prince and is definitely off limits
-but lance is super persistent, esp when Keith admits to liking him too
-eventually Keith will cave b/c he’s weak when it comes to lance
-a secret relationship begins
-lance will probably tell allura b/c she’s his best friend, and she’ll tell him it’s a bad idea but she won’t rat him out
-siblings that ride or die
-still the pressure of being prince and being in love and not able to tell anyone is slowly getting to lance
-he knows what he wants but he isn’t sure how to get it
-finally he makes a decision and tells Keith that he wants to run away together
-at first Keith will refuse (just like when they first got together)
-but we’ve already established that Keith is weak, so eventually he agrees
-he doesn’t really have any strong ties to anyone anyways
-lance will write these super long and emotional letters to coran and allura, who both cry profusely after reading them
-the letter he writes to his father is a lot more formal, but after all this time of barely even being on his radar he’s not quite sure what to say
-they leave in the dead of night is Keith’s ship
-can’t forget that he’s still the best pilot anyone’s ever seen, which means he gets the best ride
-it’s sleek and silent, has a convenient cloaking mechanism, can open wormholes and travel faster than anything else
-that things his baby
-when they first leave they don’t really have a destination in mind
-their main goal is to just get as far away as possible
-when alfor finds out his son is gone he’s beyond pissed that lance would pull something like this during a war
-but as time goes on and there’s still no sign of him he becomes worried
-eventually he realizes his mistakes and is super guilty for pushing his son away
-as Keith and lance travel they keep a low profile and try not to attract too much attention
-they eventually come across earth, a planet tucked far away on the outskirts of the known universe
-they take a stealthy look and fall in love with the blue planet
-they also think it’s the perfect place to start over
-you aren’t supposed to interfere with any planet or race that hasn’t developed enough to discover space on their own, but since they aren’t planning on standing out here they think it’s fine
-they spend their first few months on earth in a secluded desert shack, using their advanced tech to learn as much about their new home as possible
-lance uses his altean chameleon ability to look human
-for stories sake I’m headcannoning that galra can use their magic to somewhat change their appearance
-it still surprises them both when Keith is able to easily change his appearance to look completely human (first clue to half-human Keith)
-they fake their papers (gotta make it look like they’ve always lived on earth) and apply to the garrison (it’s the closest school, and they applied on a whim)
-they both make it in
-Keith is obviously top of the class (after flying super high tech alien spaceships, the ones on earth are like child’s play)
-lance is second (he isn’t nearly as good as Keith but again, super high tech alien ships are way harder to fly than earth stuff)
-lance and hunk meet when lance sneaks away one night to raid the kitchens for a midnight snack and finds hunk already there
-they hit it off right away and become best buds practically overnight
-Keith also likes hunk right away when lance introduces him the next day
-he’s easy to get along with and doesn’t mind Keith’s quietness
-hunk thinks Keith is pretty cool, and practically writes him a sonnet when Keith helps him learn to control his stomach in the simulator
-after that they become a dream team, and shiro (upperclassmen) takes notice
-at first he just introduces himself to them and gives them little pointers, but after spending some time together they all actually become pretty close
-hunk and lance cry when shiro leaves for the Cerberus mission, and laugh when he promises to bring them back some space rocks
-all three of them are worried when news travels about the missing Cerberus astronauts
-not long after this pidge joins the garrison
-they get adopted into the group almost immediately
-she and Keith bond over their shared love of conspiracies (Keith discovered them back while he and lance were still in the desert shack and quickly became obsessed)
-her and lance shoot one liners back and forth
-they get really into it, and sometimes hunk has to physically cover their mouths to get them to stop
-her and hunk talk tech for days
-the self proclaimed science bros
-the whole group becomes sort of like a makeshift family
-eventually lance and Keith agree to tell them their secret
-hunk is shook
-pidge is so excited that it gets a little creepy
-but they’re loyal so both agree to keep their secret
-not long after the reveal shiro crash lands back on earth the the group launch a rescue mission to save him from the government
-when he wakes up he tells him what little he can remember
-lance and Keith tell him about their past and use their knowledge to try and help him piece things back together
-shiro is convinced that the galra are coming to earth, so they use the tech in Keith’s ship to scan for other alien tech
-they don’t find anything galra but there is a weird signal coming from the desert
-they investigate and find the blue lion
-Keith and lance recognize it and tell the others about voltron and what happened to it
-the details are fuzzy b/c nothing was ever confirmed, but they do know that the last black paladin (zarkon) went awol and somewhere in the chaos the other paladins died and the lions were lost
-they find out that lance is the new blue paladin
-the blue lion guides them to the other lions, and eventually they form voltron
-they run into allura and Coran along they way, who left in the castle ship to try and find lance
-they are both overjoyed to find him and tell him what’s been happening while he was away
-zarkon attacked their planet while they were gone, and their father is MIA
-after this it follows a lot of the general plot of voltron with them liberating planets and fighting galra
-klance acts like an old married couple
-coran is both amused and happy for them
-pidge is so done with the both of them being all mushy and gross
-hunk thinks their story is super romantic and won’t stop teasing them about it
-allura and shiro would probably have more to say about it if they weren’t too busy making heart eyes at each other
There’s a whole lot more to this but I’m literally just typing things as they come and forgot the rest 😂 also ignore the terrible spelling and punctuation, I’m on mobile rn..
Anonymous requested: “Hey there love be, could you do one for rather a fluff one shot for Jason or Dick where it’s after their s/o had their baby and its basically what their life is like at home with a adorable, yet noisy newborn, Thanks 🙏 if you can do this”
The cry of a baby sounded through the spacious apartment you called home, erupting a tired moan of protest from your throat before you could filter it. You shifted under the warm covers of your bed, dreading that walk down the hall to the room where your child slept.
“It’s okay baby, I got this.” your husband groaned, propping himself up. “Get some rest.”
“Mm… you sure?” you yawned, already fighting your drowsiness. In the darkness, you saw movement and assumed he was nodding his head.
“Yeah, I’m sure.” he stated, “go back to sleep.”
“M’kay Jason…” you murmured, laying your head down and closing your eyes once more before sleep swept you away.
As you were falling back into slumber, Jason sneaked down the hall and slipping into the baby room, where your little girl laid wailing. He sighed and picked her up gently, cradling her in his arms. He began to rock her in a soothing manner, trying to get her to fall back asleep.
“Come on sweetheart,” he murmured, “don’t make this harder for mommy and daddy, okay?” His lovely daughter quieted down slightly, but her lips were still wobbling and her eyes were still teary. The sight broke Jason’s heart.
“What’s wrong?” he asked the baby. She sniffled and whined, moving in his arms as if trying to tell him something. He stared at her in confusion, that was, until he noticed it.
“Ah shi…” he glanced at his daughter, “… shoot.” He maneuvered his way around the room and placed his little girl on a flat surface before going to grab some baby wipes, a clean diaper and a hand sanitizer.
“Why at night? Of all the times, why?” he muttered to himself as he began to take her onesie off. He cleaned his hands using the hand sanitizer and began to carefully changed his daughter’s diaper into a new one, his face scrunching up in disgust as he carefully disposed of the old one. After she was all changed, he cleaned his hands again and put her back into the crib.
By now, she had stopped crying and was staring up at her father’s face with large, round eyes. She gave him a toothless smile that simply melted his heart. He returned that smile and reached down but before he could do anything she captured his large finger with her tiny hand and began to giggle.
Jason’s heart swelled in love and pride. He stared at her adoringly before whispering, “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” He touched her cheek lightly. “I promise.”
Once his daughter had calmed down completely and fell asleep, Jason went back to bed, his arms instantly going around you when he hit the mattress. He turned to his side and laid there for a few minutes, simply looking at his beautiful wife beside him and wondering what he did to deserve you and a family.
Whenever he brought it up though, you always silenced him by saying that the world owed him for killing him, so this was it’s way to repay him back. When you put it like that, he couldn’t argue but he always had this constant fear that something terrible was going to happen that would screw things up.
However, months after you gave birth and it still hadn’t happened, making Jason wonder if perhaps this was the world’s way of repaying him after all. With that thought in mind, he fell sound asleep.
When he opened his eyes again, your side of the bed was empty but he wasn’t surprised. Since you had to go to work–unlike him–you were always rising early in order to get ready. That was why he always took care of the night duties.
He yawned and stretched before climbing off the bed and going through his morning routine quickly. After washing up, he hurried downstairs where you were in the middle of feeding the child you two had.
“Okay Jason, diaper is changed and feeding is in progress.” you informed, slipping into your jacket. “I really have to go or I’ll be late!” you exclaimed, rushing to grab the car keys from the table. “Do not call me, call Alfred if you need anything. Lord knows he is anyone’s first choice when it comes to child care advice.”
Jason chuckled and said, “will do.”
You grinned, admiring the sight of him with your daughter before rushing towards the door. But before you could go, a voice stopped you.
You spun around and was met with your husband’s lips on yours. “Almost forgot my kiss.” He winked, making you roll your eyes.
“And here I was thinking it was something urgent.”
After you shut the door, Jason continued your task of feeding the baby that was making a huge mess of things on the kitchen table. Since you worked a day job, you and Jason decided that he would be the one taking care of your daughter while you earned money for the family. You could always ask for financial help from Bruce but both of you preferred not to. You had a high-earning job after all, you didn’t need any help, even when Jason had temporarily stopped his patrols and missions.
Not like Jason minded staying at home anyway. It meant he had even more time to spend with his precious little girl.
“Okay sweetie, it’s just you and me… again.” he spoke in a lighthearted voice, “now… what to do today?”
When you came home, you were absolutely drained. The only thing that kept you going and working so hard was the thought of coming home to your family and spending time with them. But when you entered the apartment and heard nothing but silence, you grew worried.
Closing the door quietly behind you, you scanned the place but found no signs of your husband or baby. Alarm bells rang in your head and you headed inside with caution. You noticed flickering lights coming from the living room and went to investigate, only to find that Cinderella was on the screen on mute. With raised brows, you walked around the couch and took the remote control to turn off the TV.
You caught sight of your husband and daughter once you turned around and you couldn’t contain the smile that spread across your face. The both of them were on the couch, Jason lying on it with your daughter comfortably on his chest. The both of them were sleeping.
You quietly crossed the room and grabbed the camera from the shelf. You then focused the lens on Jason and the beautiful child you two made and took a picture to add to the growing collection of photos you two already had.
“Mn… [F/N]?” your sleepy husband mumbled. You put the camera down and leaned in to kiss him softly.
“Hey Jaybird, I’m home.” you said quietly, careful not to wake the baby on him up. He opened his eyes and smiled at you.
Jace had told Alec that he wanted to get a training session in before dinner and Alec was in desperate need to blow off some steam as well. Magnus had come to the Institute after an easy day and the two walked out of Alec’s office and towards the training room. “Are you gonna stay or should I meet you back at the loft?” asked Alec as they turned a corner.
Magnus knew that Alec had been insanely stressed out recently. Apparently Clave orders were getting stricter and stricter by the day, and some of the Shadowhunters were beginning to take liberties in their duties just because Alec had been appointed Head. Magnus smiled and placed a comforting hand on Alec’s back. “I’ll stay,” he reassured, knowing Alec would want someone to walk home with. Alec grinned in response but Magnus raised an eyebrow. “But… only if you wear that tank top I love?”
Alec’s heart skipped a beat or ten thousand at the sight of Magnus’ smirk before he was able to reply. “You are unbelievable,” he replied and Magnus only bit his lip and smiled back in response.
Alec had gotten changed rather quickly and the two had waited for a good 10 minutes before Alec realised that Jace had clearly forgotten his commitment and wasn’t turning up. Alec’s sour mood had returned once again and he let out a rather loud frustrated sigh which Magnus noticed. It was getting late so the training room was empty and Magnus could tell that even though Alec was a lot more comfortable, he was looking forward to sparring with Jace.
“I’d be happy to help,” said Magnus, getting up from leaning on the wall.
Alec frowned and looked back at his boyfriend. “You can fight?” he asked, only a hint of humour in his voice. Magnus raised an eyebrow and Alec knew full well that Magnus could fight but he didn’t want this to be unfair. “Without magic?” he clarified and Magnus scoffed.
He walked closer to Alec and the boy felt his heart rate quicken. “Do you dare to underestimate the High Warlock of Brooklyn, Alexander?” he asked in a low voice. Alec couldn’t seem to close his mouth. He couldn’t even bring himself to blink. His mind went completely blank, and he could feel his heart begin to ache and his eyes go blurry just at the sight of the man in front of him.
He swallowed and diverted his eyes from Magnus’ unexpectedly intense gaze. “Of course not,” he breathed out and walked backwards to get into position. “Let’s go.”
Magnus smirked and made his way over to a chair, took his jacket off, and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. Alec swallowed hard, trying to look anywhere but at Magnus’ arms. Hundreds of thoughts ran through his head but an overwhelming sense of ‘how is this real’ washed over him as he looked at Magnus. Eventually, Alec rolled his eyes and shifted back into his normal state of mind, clearing his throat to compose himself.
Quickly, Alec realised that Magnus was not one to be messed with. He was aware that his boyfriend was the High Warlock but he had no idea just how good he was at hand-to-hand combat. Magnus fought well and unlike anyone Alec had encountered before. He was used to the strict rules of his training and hadn’t had the experience of fighting some who wasn’t a Shadowhunter. Alec thought that maybe Magnus had picked a lot of this up by getting into actual fights but didn’t allow himself to get distracted by the possibilities.
Though Magnus was swift, Alec had had a lifetime of fight training and took Magnus down within a couple of minutes. But Magnus didn’t back down. Instead, Alec’s stomach turned uneasily at the way Magnus only smiled. He was close enough to see the few specks of gold under Magnus’ eyes but not close enough to feel his breath and oh, did Alec want to feel it in that moment. He could feel Magnus’ heartbeat against his forearm and it reminded him of the steadiness of a clock. So much so, that Alec found himself lost in his thought for much longer than he could afford.
In one swift movement, Magnus twisted under Alec’s arm and managed to flip themselves over. Magnus slammed Alec down, a knee between the boy’s legs and an arm under his chin. Alec still couldn’t seem to wipe that silly grin off his face and the fact that Magnus was only two inches from him didn’t help. It was so silent that Alec could feel the blood rushing in his ears and just for a second, he forgot where he was.
Magnus leaned forward, almost teasing Alec, their lips almost brushing against each other’s and Alec felt his entire body warm up and tingle. He felt a burning sensation begin to grow at the base of his stomach. Magnus licked his lips and Alec lost it. He hastily leaned forwards to kiss him, to press himself up against him, to do anything but be so tantalisingly close because it was never close enough. But suddenly, almost as if on cue, Magnus jerked his head back and stood up, a smug smile on his face. Alec let out a frustrated sigh and let his head fall back onto the cold marble floor. Neither of them could stop smiling.
“Okay…” started Alec, after he had collected himself. “How good are you with a bow and arrow?”
Magnus shrugged nonchalantly. “I mean, I may o may not have introduced archery to the Romans…”
Alec laughed. “I’m gonna go with ‘may not’.”
Magnus scoffed playfully, feigning hurt. “You don’t know,” he argued and Alec shook his head.
Alec turned towards the weapons rack to retrieve his bow and quiver and set up a target at the opposite end of the room. He told Magnus to watch and shot an arrow perfectly into the centre of the bullseye. Magnus watched him rather intently and Alec felt hot again so he stopped at handed the bow to Magnus. “You try,” he said. He only felt a little smug.
Magnus walked up to where Alec had stood and before Alec could blink, had shot an arrow that stuck neatly into the target right beside where Alec’s arrow was. Alec chuckled and cocked an accusing eyebrow at his boyfriend. “No magic, I swear,” he said with a wink and Alec really didn’t know what to think.
Instead, he crossed his arms and took step closer. “Not bad, but your form was pretty sloppy.” It was Magnus’ turn to roll his eyes and mumble under his breath. Alec stepped up behind Magnus and again, it was Magnus’ turn to lose his breath.
“Okay,” Alec said softly. “Keep this arm as straight and steady as possible,” he said, touching Magnus’ bicep, and Magnus could help but contain a smile at his comment. “Turn a little this way,” he whispered. He placed his hands on Magnus’ shoulders to guide him and let his fingers linger there for longer than both of them knew was necessary. Magnus only smiled but Alec noticed. “Focus,” he insisted.
“I am focusing,” Magnus replied in a voice that made Alec want to drop everything.
“Legs further apart, good. Bring your elbow up higher, yep. Now shoot,” he instructed, taking a small step back. Magnus let go of the arrow and watched as it hit the outermost ring of the target. Magnus clenched his jaw and Alec smirked. “Not as easy as it looks, huh?” he whispered against Magnus’ cheek and Alec could feel Magnus shift as a shiver travelled down his spine.
“It’s almost like you want me to miss,” he said, shakily. Alec chuckled and Magnus stepped down from his stance, dropping the bow and arrow before turning around and hastily grabbing the front of Alec’s shirt.
Instead of the usual taken aback reaction that Magnus received, Alec leaned in further, melting into the slender line of Magnus’ body. Alec was loosing his breath quicker and quicker by the second so he gave in, grabbing Magnus by the belt loops and pulling him impossibly closer.
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Imagine Loki coming to you years after you thought he was dead.
You glanced down at your phone for the millionth time that day and sure as you expected the missed calls had increased just as the messages. You knew it wasn’t because he was worried but because you had been actually ignoring him, and Tony Stark was not one to take that easily. You had explained you wanted time to yourself but as much as he tried to understand that he still couldn’t really.
You turned off your phone again and stuffed it in your pocket, fishing the keys to unlock the door to your apartment. You let out a tired sigh as you placed your files on the desk, making your way to living room almost in the darkness as there was practically no lighting.
“FRIDAY lights please?” you asked as you walked down the hallway and a short reply came after they were turned on.
“Yes mis, (Y/n). Mis, I must inform you that there is someone waiting in-”
“The living room.” you breathed out, completing the sentence as you practically stopped dead in your tracks at what stood in front of you “Uh thanks FRIDAY.” you blinked clearing your throat as you took hesitant steps towards the two men, both of them surprising for a different reason each.
“What the hell?” you narrowed your eyes at them “I thought you were- And you were- that you would- and you wouldn’t-you shouldn’t, should you? I saw you- and you- we murned- and you- and Odin- who was I talk-” you stuttered, unable to form a proper sentence as you looked back and forth between the two men, your heart hammering in your chest. You rubbed your temple, finding it impossible to understand what was happening.
“Always on point, you haven’t changed one bit love.” he said in the same smooth voice that would make shivers run down your spine with that kind of smile on his face that at times like this you wanted to whipe off so bad… maybe not in the most appropriate way.
“Shut up.” you growled but his smile only got bigger.
“Lady (Y/n)-” the blond man said with a smile and you blinked as you looked at him you shot him a glare, too mad about everything else to be happy to see him in front of you “It is great to see you.”
“Alive? Yeah I guess considering the shit that went down while you were MIA! I mean what the hell Thor?” you huffed.
“Really, what the hell?” you motioned to the man standing right next to him “What the hell?!” you breathed out looking at him and back at Thor “What the hair?” you whispered for a moment, seeing that his hair was shorter than the last time you saw him “What the hell?” you shook your head.
“Someone’s too excited to see us here then?” Loki asked with a smirk and you shot him a look that could have just as well killed him, for real maybe this time.
“I told you to shut up.” you growled “I thougt you were dead!” you exclaimed, giving him a harsh look “We all thought you were dead!” you huffed and he only smiled at you.
“Someone missed me much?” he chuckled and you literally fumed.
“We mourned you- I mourned you!” you huffed “For months!” you almost choked on a sob and you saw his eyes soften for a minute.
“Well, can’t take the trick out of a trickster.” he said with a smirk that wasn’t as mocking as before.
“You were never dead, right.” you nodded to yourself, realization downing on you even harder “And you didn’t even bother saying a thing not once right? Let me- us believe that you were dead.” you corrected yourself giving him a hard look.
“(Y/n)” Thor’s soft voice made you look at him “We need your help, things are- they are going downhill. And soon I am afraid the entire universe might be at risk.” he said sincerely and you sighed heavily. Even if he wasn’t here when you needed him during the fight that broke up between Tony and Steve you couldn’t deny him a thing when he asked you like this.
“You’re lucky I need a distraction.” you sighed “Just- just give me some time to wrap my mind around everything.” you mumbled turning to leave before you stopped on your tracks.
“Yeah I almost forgot.” you said in a low voice, turning and punching the black-haired man straight in the face. You actually made him stumble and hold his jaw, his eyes going wide as he huffed.
“That’s for lying to me and pretending you were dead.” you growled at him, pointing a finger before huffing and turning to leave them for a little while.
“Oh she missed me.” Loki breathed out, grinning to himself as he glanced for a moment at Thor.
“That’s what worries me the most.” Thor sighed, shaking his head as Loki raised an eyebrow.
“So… trouble in paradise?” you heard a voice ask and you rolled your eyes.
“Loki if you have not realized it I am working to find a way out of the situation you’re in, why don’t you go bother your brother?” you mumbled annoyed.
“Ooh so there is trouble in paradise.” he said and before you could realize it he waved your phone in front of your face and your eyes widened.
“That’s not yours to have.” you snatched it from his hand, glaring at you put it back in the chair you’d left it.
“But somehow your heart is?” he asked with a sly smirk and you scoffed at him, walk past him to go get a drink.
“Who told you that would ever happen?” you mumbled, not even giving him a glance.
“Has it not already?” he grinned at you and before you could realize it he was standing right in front of you. If he wasn’t this annoying and if you weren’t this mad at him for lying to you all this time – yes that actually hurt you more than you would admit – you would have let yourself really admire at how good he looked in this black suit. Because damn him he did look handsome as hell, the fact that he was tall and slim enough made him even more attracting but- you were too angry to let yourself get carried away.
“What do you want Loki?” you sighed, finally looking him fully in the eyes.
“Isn’t it obvious? To talk.” he shrugged and you sighed, shaking your head.
“I’m not in the mood, Excuse me if I’m too mad at you for everything you did.”
“Come on, it wouldn’t be the first time. But you always came back nonetheless.” he said with a small grin and you rolled your eyes.
“Let’s get you back in a cell and then we’ll see.” you said with a tight smile and he smirked, raising an eyebrow.
“Ooh kinky much?” he smirked and you groaned, trying to push past him back but he caught your hand.
“I told you I am not in the mood Loki, why don’t you fucking understand it?”
“Because I know you.” his voice was low and his breath fanned over your neck, making your shiver “And I know what you need better than you do… better than he does.” it was almost seductive and you willed yourself so hard to not fall for it.
“You have no idea what I want Loki.” you wanted your voice to sound harsh but it was only a low almost plea as you pushed – or tried to – away “You think you know, but you don’t really. There is more to the woman that you think you know but with this- with what you did, what you do and what you will keep doing, you don’t have a chance in knowing me.”
His grasp loosened and you found a way out “I tried to understand you, I did my best to give you a reason Loki. Despite what everybody thought, despite what my own friends thought of me for doing that I tried to reason with you. To see the man that nobody else could because you hid him all too well but you- you keep proving me wrong every chance you get. I thought I knew you, maybe I was wrong after all. And maybe you shouldn’t even try knowing me either- I wouldn’t want to when you keep acting like this.”
“You’re mad.” he whispered and you shook your head.
“No Loki I’m disappointed. I thought you were better than this. I thought you-” you sighed “I was wrong.”
“Maybe it’s because you don’t know me either, then.” he said but his voice held no playfulness in it.
“Well, then let me know you Loki. You’re the one holding back.” you shrugged and he took a step closer to you just as you had managed to put some distance between you.
“Am I?” he asked and what he did next was not what you expected and not something you could even comprehend yourself especially as you did the same seconds later. He kissed you.
Summary : You’re a meta-human able to see ghosts, summon them etc etc…and you decide to give your Bruce a birthday gift he’ll never forget.
I had this story in my head for quite a while now, not sure how to feel about it though. I don’t know, you guys know me, I’m like : “meh” as usual…Anyway, don’t hesitate to tell me what you think please, wether you liked or not :-) …Hope you’ll like it though :
When Bruce was looking all around the World for meta-human, he found you in a small village in France’s country side, and…you intrigued him right away.
You were sitting on a bench in a small cemetery, lost in daydreams.
He felt irreversibly attracted to you. The way you seemed lost in your thoughts, the glint in your eyes as you looked at nothing in particular, your poise, even the way you breathed subjugated him, for reasons he couldn’t quite pinpoint…When you turned your head to him, feeling his presence, and your eyes locked on each other, the beating of his heart became ecstatic, uncontrollable…He had to talk to you.
Against all of his usual instinct, he approached you and sat down next to you. And the conversation just flew naturally. It was something he never experienced before. You were a total stranger, and yet, he felt like he knew you since forever.
(Y/N). That was your name. It rolled on his tongue delightfully. In the span of a few hours, you just talked about anything and everything. It was just too amazing, and for a minute, he thought maybe you were a meta-human whose powers was to control one’s emotions, because he never talked like that to anyone, including his close friends, so to a total stranger…
Turned out, your powers weren’t to control someone’s feelings, not at all. Your powers were…scarier, and you hated using them. You had a special bond with Death…You could summon zombie warriors from the ground and control them, you were able to see if someone’s life was going to end soon, and was plagued by visions of ghosts of people that still had important business to finish on Earth. You hated your powers.
♥ Hi Guys, so here we have another fulfilled request with Loki, This one is especially for @moderndeathsblog (were would I be without you :D) I hope you guys enjoy. Feel free to leave some feedback, drop an ask, send me a message whatever is on you your mind. Requests are open. Found any mistakes? Tell me I would love to fix them. Deutsch Version auf meiner Masterlist.
Angry Smut with Loki after a massive fight (he thinks reader doesn’t really care for him, maybe believes she is with him because she wants to make Thor jealous). After that she finds out that she is pregnant and doesn’t know how to tell him, because he is not speaking with her. And when he finds out he is all happy, telling her how much it means to him that she is carrying his child, because it means she love him? And then maybe another smut? Yes? No? I love you
Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader
Summary: Loki and you fight after he doubt your feelings, and soon you face the consequences of angry sex.
stood together with Thor on the huge balcony of the palace, looking
down on the beautiful Asgard. Loki was unfortunately not home he
had royal duties to fulfill and that’s why Thor kept you company.
Which happened really often. One of your hands rested on his biceps
as you laughed at one of his innumerable stories. You loved to listen
to Thor. He often told you stories from Loki’s and his childhood,
which often made you smile. Your husband, unfortunately, didn’t liked
to talk about his past, so it was always a pleasure to find out more
about him, thanks to Thor.
took a sip of your wine when you heard the door to your room shut
loudly and your husband entered. “You seem to have plenty of fun
when I’m not around!” Loki said, and you could clearly hear the
anger in his voice.“Brother, I’ve only talked with Lady Y/N”
Loki sniffed contemptuously and you turned to the blonde.“Thank
you for your time, Thor, please leave us alone?” He nodded and
left the room, as you heard the door closed again, you turned to your
Heyy everybody, this is part 3 of my break story! Thank you all so much for reading my little series and sending me so many nice messages. Let me know what you think about this part.xx
She pushed him away with as much force as she could muster up and actually made him stumble a few steps.
“I have a boyfriend!” she exclaimed.
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just thought because-”
“No!” she interrupted him.
“Don’t ever do that again!” she yelled at the top of her lungs.
She opened her car door, went in and slammed it shut with force. Within seconds she left the parking lot and Tim standing there.
Tears welled up in her eyes, making her vision blurry and she knew she should stop her car and calm down because this wasn’t safe. But she wanted to get home and shower and wash his touch off.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
She never meant to gave him the feeling wit was okay to kiss her.
The only person who was allowed to kiss her was Harry.
For goodness sake, she kissed him only a few hours before.
But the feeling of lips against hers that still lingered weren’t from Harry’s kiss.
Another man kissed her.
And even though she pushed him away and didn’t respond to his kiss she still felt guilty.
When she finally made it home she was properly crying with fat tears and loud sobs. She ripped her clothes of her body and took a hot shower. She stood underneath the hot water for at least half an hours, washing of the feel of his hands and lips on her.
She checked her phone when she went to bed and more tears fell from her eyes when she saw her lockscreen. Harry and her. Smiling so much that they weren’t able to kiss each other properly.
She cried herself to sleep that night, if she slept at all.
The next morning she woke up with sore eyes and slightly swollen cheeks. She hoped that everything was just a horrible dream but she knew it wasn’t. It was reality.
She just finished breakfast when her phone vibrated on the kitchen table with a text.
I’m in the hotel now. Everything’s fine. I miss you though. H
Her eyes closed briefly and she felt her whole body beginning to tremble.
She tipped back immediately, her fingers shaking so much she missed the right letters.
Can we talk?
She had to tell him. She couldn’t keep this from him.
Now? What’s wrong? Are you okay?
Her phone rung within seconds and even though she knew it would she still jumped at the shrill sound. She took a deep breath and hit the green button, lifting the phone to her cheek.
“Baby? What’s wrong?”
His voice sounded distressed and worried.
A sob interrupted her and she had to brace herself on the kitchen table so she wouldn’t fall down.
“Darling, what’s going on? You’re scaring me.”
“H-He kissed m-me.”
Harry was silent, she heard nothing on the other end of the line.
“W-We left the restaurant and the d-dinner was fun a-and we really got along well. He walked me to my car and when he went t-to say goodbye he leaned in b-but instead of kissing me on the cheek h-he… kissed me on the lips.”
It took her forever to get the words out, sobs and hiccups interrupted her every second.
“Did you kiss him back?” Harry asked lowly and she knew that tone.
She heard it so many times before when some bloke tried to hit on her.
“N-No! I pushed him away immediately. He almost fell to the g-ground because I pushed him so hard and then I screamed at him that I have a b-boyfriend and that he shouldn’t do that ever again and left him standing there.”
“That’s my girl.” Harry chuckled after a moment of silence and Y/N couldn’t believe her ears.
“Baby, there’s nothing for you to cry about. You did everything right and I’m very proud of you even though he deserved to fall flat on his ass. I swear if I’d be home right now I’d cut his tongue off so he wouldn’t be able to-”
“You’re not mad?” she interrupted him.
“Not at you. You didn’t do anything wrong. That bloke is lucky though that I’m not home or else I’d rip his legs out. And arms. And everything else.”
Y/N sighed relieved and a small smile took over her lips.
“Thank you. I was so worried you’d be mad at me and break up and-”
“Stop. Seriously, you have to stop with all your doubts. I love you more than anything and I’m not going to leave you. Yeah, I’m not a fan of this break but I think it really is good for us. Everything’s alright, okay? We’ll figure it out when I’m back.”
“Okay.” she whispered.
“Can you do me a favor?” Harry asked then.
“Stay away from that Tom asshole.”
“I don’t care.”
She laughed softly and promised him she wouldn’t go near him.
“I have to go now, love. Think you’re okay?”
“Don’t cry anymore, yeah? It breaks my heart.”
“I’ll try.” she laughed softly.
“I love you.”
“I love you too. See you soon.”
When she placed her phone down on the kitchen table she literally felt all the weight lifted off her shoulders. She was still shaking slightly but she knew it was okay now.
She also knew that Harry was probably planning how he could get back at Tim but she didn’t worry about that, Harry couldn’t hurt a fly. She knew he was probably killing that guy in his thoughts right now but that was okay, she was killing him in her imagination as well.
She honestly didn’t think Harry would react that calm. She expected him to say ‘I knew why I wasn’t happy when you told me about him’ or maybe ‘It was so goddamn obvious he would try something’. She even kind of expected him to be so upset and angry he wouldn’t have let her explain but instead hand up immediately.
But he didn’t. And again she noticed that something had changed since they started the break.
If that would have happened before the escalation two weeks ago Harry would have started screaming at her and in the end he would have left the house.
But his reaction showed that he wanted something to change as well. He was hurting too and even though it sounded strange, Y/N was glad. During all those fights and screaming sessions she was scared she was the only one who was breaking inside.
Even though she wasn’t quite sure what would happen when Harry came home she knew they couldn’t be without each other. That break showed them what they could loose. It showed that what they had was unique and special.
And it also showed that the love they had for each other was stronger than anything else. Y/N knew from the beginning that Harry was the love of her life. Harry knew it too, she was the one for him from the first date.
The only thing they were both scared of now was their future. Would it get to that point again where they had to take a break?
The next few days felt strange. The fact that she saw him and talked to him over the phone made her think they would at least text throughout the day but there was nothing. Still radio silence.
And even though it bothered her she didn’t want to text him first. She knew he was busy and had other things to worry about but she at least thought he would give her a little update on how everything was going.
She worried though. She was scared he forgot about her. She was scared he actually enjoyed the break because now that he was with a lot of other people he didn’t have to think about her and maybe he’d realize that he was secretly missing his freedom?
When she saw him on SNL for his first ever live performance of his single she was a crying mess. One, because she missed him so much and still didn’t hear from him and two, because she was so incredibly proud and three, because she stayed awake until the early hours of the morning. He smashed it. He was absolutely perfect.
And she felt so goddamn bad because she wasn’t there waiting from him when he came off the stage. She wasn’t there to kiss all over his face because she was even prouder than his mum. She wasn’t there.
He told her she should stop doubting his love for her but for some reason she couldn’t help it. She couldn’t help but worry when he wasn’t here and she didn’t hear from him and even though she knew that was the purpose of a break, her mind couldn’t do anything else but come up with her worst nightmares and her heart couldn’t help but break.
When she finally wanted to go to sleep she didn’t knew if she should text him. He knew for sure that she would watch it but would he want her to text him? Her fingers hovered over the keyboard of her phone for several minutes until she decided that yes, she had to text him.
You did so good. I’m so incredibly proud of you.xx
She turned her phone off immediately when she hit send so she wouldn’t wait another few hours for his reply and could get some sleep. Even though she probably couldn’t keep her eyes closed.
She got no reply the next day.
And the day after that? Nothing.
And on the third day she was a mess.
Tears sprung to her eyes when she checked her phone for the thousandth time that day and she still didn’t hear anything from him. She knew he was unbelievably, incredibly busy but…
Was she not important anymore?
Did he not want to talk to her?
Or did he just not see it?
Or maybe the little incident with Tim hurt him more than he would like to admit.
Even though Harry told her she should stop worrying she couldn’t. He made it pretty hard to.
If she wouldn’t have seen his face all over social media and on tv she wouldn’t have known he was still alive during the next week. She felt like she went back in time to the first week of being without him, whenever she had a free moment her mind would immediately wander to him.
Then it was all a blur. It was like she was numb. She didn’t know if she should feel angry or sad or maybe happy because he would be home in a few days. The truth was that she didn’t feel anything.
He told her she could call or text him anytime she felt the need to and to be honest she did need him more than anything but she didn’t try to reach out for him. He didn’t respond to her congratulating him, why should he respond to anything else?
When the fourth week of their break was over he didn’t come home. She knew he’d return that day but he wasn’t there yet. And he probably wouldn’t come. He didn’t tell her when he would land, didn’t ask her to pick him up, didn’t tell her he would come home straight away.
And he didn’t.
She spend another night in the bed they once shared alone. Without him. Without any sort of communication between them.
A loud noise woke her up the next morning, followed by a muttered ‘shit’. Her heart started to pound, her eyes frankly searching for something to defend herself. She got out of bed on shaky legs, grabbing Harry’s golf club which stood beside the drawer. She made her way out of the bedroom and down the stairs on tip toes, making sure she didn’t make any sound.
When she saw the all too familiar suede boots at the front door she knew she didn’t have to defend herself. At least not her body but more her heart. She placed the golf club down on the floor and made her way to the kitchen where she was greeted by a sight which used to make her tummy fill with butterflies but now she was feeling nervous in the most negative way.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she asked and was surprised herself at how cold her voice sounded.
Harry whirled around and stopped draping berries on the waffles he made, his eyes were wide with shock and his mouth agape.
“I-I wanted to surprise you. I made breakfast and-”
She interrupted him with a humorless laugh, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Surprise me? I think you’ve surprised me enough lately.”
“What?” he asked with furrowed brows.
“I was surprised when I didn’t hear from you at all during the last two weeks, nothing to keep me updated. I was surprised when I texted you and didn’t get a reply. I was surprised when you didn’t let me know when you came home. I was surprised when you didn’t come home as soon as you left the airport.”
Harry was standing there completely dumbfounded, suddenly feeling insecure about what he prepared for her. He had no idea what was going on, thought she would jump into his arms as soon as she saw him. He thought she would love the flowers he brought her and the breakfast he prepared. That wasn’t the case, apparently.
“You… I… What?” he asked again.
“I don’t know if I want to see you right now, Harry.”
Jen, Jen, Jen, I was seriously empty-handed when I went to bed. I was gonna message you tomorrow and tell you that I owed you a birthday fic when my brain was back online, and then I had this dream.
I literally just banged this out, dear. It’s probably riddled with errors. Also, this is my first AOS Spock, and my first reader x Spock, so bear that in mind. I’m not sure how you feel about tattoos, either.
Warnings: extremely vague (super vague) references to mild sexual activity. Not very angsty, either. I don’t think I even curse in this one!
“You have a tattoo,” Spock says carefully. Dark eyes flicker ever so briefly across your skin, and you shudder despite the heat of the Risan sun.
You shift back, folding your arms into your chest as if to conceal the dark loops of ink that dance gracefully across your ribs. “I do,” you say softly, though it’s hardly an admission - the tattoo has been on display for all to see at the beach. You feel your cheeks burning, which is weird. You’ve never been self-conscious of it; in fact, you hardly think of it anymore.
It’s etched innately into your skin, a familiar, natural part of you.
“When?” To the uninformed observer, Spock’s voice could be considered sharp.
A/N1: I don’t usually combine requests but since multiple anons and @scorpiowonho also asked for a part two of the Hoseok mafia au I came up with something to fill both of the requests.
Part 1 (It’s not all that necessary to read the first part as this can be read as a story on it’s own I guess)
Yoo Kihyun x Reader x Shin Hoseok (Wonho)
Genre: Mafia AU, fluff, angst
Word count: 1,115
You didn’t know where to go so you went to your old
apartment. If he wanted to find you this would probably be the first place he
would go to but it was already late and you just wanted to sleep. You will
worry where to stay in the morning. Your apartment was cold, you have been here
only a few times since you started living with Hoseok. You started the fire in
the fireplace and sat by it thinking about what happened. You still couldn’t
believe Minhyuk was gone. He was such a sunshine. Why him… Thinking about him
made you even more sad than you were so you decided to go upstairs and get
changed. You were about done when you heard the doorbell ring. You stopped
midway going down the stairs as you realized it’s probably Hoseok. You didn’t
want to talk to him yet but he must know you’re here since your car is parked
outside. While you were wondering what to do the doorbell rang again. You
gathered all your courage and took a deep breath before going down the stairs
and opening the door. To your surprise it wasn’t him.
“Ah Y/N you’re here after all.”
“Did he send you?”
“No, I came here on my own. Can we talk?” you thought for
minute or so and decided to let him in.
“How did you find me?”
“It wasn’t hard. Your car has a tracker.”
“Are you serious?”
“You didn’t know? Well I guess Hoseok didn’t tell you for
your own safety.”
“Of course he did.” you thought going to the kitchen. “Do
you want some tea or something? It’s pretty chilly outside.”
“Sure.” Kihyun said getting a seat at the bar. He looked at
you from the bottom up. “Aren’t you like cold you know in this type of
“No, why?” you asked but then saw how he started blushing.
Only then did you realize that you were wearing nothing but your pj shorts and
shirt. “Maybe I will put something on.”
“Agh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way, I swear I wasn’t
thinking anything…” he started coming up with all kind of excuses getting red
in embarrassment. You just chuckled to
“Don’t worry about it.” you put on an oversized jumper, it was
all soft and still had Hoseok’s smell. You tried to ignore it for now and
instead focused back on Kihyun.
“So what did you want to talk about?” you asked, handing him
one of the mugs with tea.
“What happened between you two, back in the house?” he
looked at you with a concerned expression.
“I would rather not talk about it.”
“Y/N did he do anything to you?” you decided not to answer
this question either and averted your gaze. “Y/N look at me.” he told grabbing your
hand. “Did he hurt you?”
By now there were already tears forming in your eyes. Kihyun
stood up and embraced you.
“It’s okay, I won’t ask anymore if you don’t want me to.”
you looked up at him.
“Why are you really here Kihyun?” you asked him but he just
pulled you in closer and put his chin on your head. The two of you just stood
there like this, you were so close you could hear his heart beat.
“You know Hoseok is one of my best friends and I respect
him more than anyone but I won’t be able to forgive him if really hurt
you.” he pulled back and looked you in the eyes. “I know this
probably isn’t the best time to say this but I…”
what?” he waited for a few moments before speaking again.
really do like you and I know how wrong it sounds, what kind of friend am I
falling in love with my best friends girlfriend but seeing what happened today
I just couldn’t keep it in anymore. I just wanted you to know how I feel and
that you can trust me with anything and I swear if you ever give me the chance
I will protect you with my life.”
stood there still not fully understanding what happened when Kihyun gave you a
quick kiss on the forehead and turned to the door.
sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. It would be better if you forgot this
ever happened.” he told going outside.
shocked as you were you couldn’t just let him leave like that. You ran outside
barefoot and chased after him.
wait.” you shouted. He turned around and you gave him a big hug.
you.” you said. “For always looking after me. Here is a reward.”
you told him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
the meaning of this?” you looked to your left and saw Hoseok standing at
the gate. “Here I’m going crazy, trying to come up with a way for you to
forgive me and you’re here kissing my best friend.” he spoke approaching
got this all wrong.” Kihyun interuppted.
I? What the hell are you doing here in the first place? You said you didn’t
know where she was.” Hoseok shouted. “Wait.” he paused. “Were you the one who
removed the tracker so I couldn’t find her?” he asked, grabbing Kihyun by
the collar. “Answer me!”
was a brief moment of silence before Kihyun answered.
you couldn’t believe him. Such a blunt answer made Hoseok even more angry.
motherfucker, how long were you after my girl.” he shouted punching Kihyun
in the face as he lost his balance and fell down on the ground.
please stop!” you got in between them. “Listen to me.” you told
him taking his hands in yours. “I think it would be better if we took a break and
thought things over. Minhyuk is dead. It’s not your fault. I’m sure he wouldn’t
want us to be fighting like that.” he just looked at you and sighed.
will give you space. If that’s what you want.” he said pulling you in for
a hug. “But don’t you ever forget how much I love you.” he held you tight and then turned
around and went to the gate before stopping there.
will deal with you later.” he told Kihyun and left.
You ran to Kihyun and helped him stand up.
will be. Stay safe, Y/N.” he said giving you a faint smile.
watched him get into the car and drive off. You looked up at the sky. Grey
clouds were gathering.
hope the rain will eventually wash
this pain away.” you thought going
Jughead bursted through your house door, scanning the room in search for you. He took big steps around the first floor, opening every door and yelling your name. When he started climbing the stairs, he heard the bathroom tub filling. The splash of water echoed across the walls and he sprinted into your room. He got to the bathroom door and whipped it open. You were sitting in the tub, holding a blade to your wrist.
Jughead ran to the tub and grabbed your wrist, making you drop the blade into the pink tinted water. He stopped the water and yanked you up from the tub, pulling you into his chest. You pounded on his ribs, clawing on his back. Your blood stained his ‘S’ shirt, but he didn’t care. He saved you.
Jughead slowly pulled an arm from your body and grabbed a towel hanging up, bringing it to your wrist. After giving up the fight, you fell limp, sitting down on the toilet seat. Jughead wrapped the towel on your arm, trying to stop the bleeding. You cried angry tears, and with your arm, you wiped your nose.
The tub faucet was dripping and it was driving you both mad. Jughead carefully pulled you from the bathroom and into your bedroom. He sat you on the bed, being careful of your arm, and went into your closet. He got you your favorite pajamas and helped you get out of the wet clothing.
You were too tired to protest as he pulled you around like a ragdoll. By the end of getting changed, Jughead lifted the covers to your bed and tucked you in. He began tapping his foot, and biting his lip, contemplating what to say. You sighed.
“Jug, you can go home.”
You sounded hollow, a shell of your own skin with no life inside. Jughead looked at you and felt his heart shatter. Your eyes were puffy and red, sleep deprived. You had a pale complexion and your nose was a pinkish hue. What shattered him most was seeing the drained, pained look in your face.
“I’m not leaving you like this.”
You sat up in bed, gripping the sheets.
“Well, you left me when I needed you most, you dick.”
Jughead looked at the floorboards, ashamed. He felt like a kicked puppy, his tail between his legs.
“Do you even have the slightest idea of how I feel now? Jughead, I am scared of everything. The shadows, a glass of water, even talking to you I’m petrified! Nothing feels right, or comforting. I can’t sit still, I can’t breathe half the time. I needed you to help me, but you believed some damn rumors before listening to me.”
Tears fell down your face harder and faster, a sense of panic washing over you. Jughead could tell you were working yourself up, he slowly began walking towards the bed. Everything became shaky and you forgot how to breathe. It was pins and needles running through your veins, and your lungs felt like you swallowed the razor.
Jughead sat down on the bed, gently grabbing your shoulders and taking your unwounded arm into his palms. He placed your hand on his chest, and he pulled your head to his, foreheads touching. Jughead took deep breaths, showing you to follow along.
You took some time getting back to a steady rhythm, and Jughead felt it too.
“You know, Archie totally beat the shit out of Chuck. Most likely, Reggie did too. I wanted to, but I’m glad I came here instead.”
You let out a breathy laugh, then it melted off your face.
“Does everyone hate me?”
Your eyes glistened, a film covering them.
“No, everyone still loves you. We will stay with you, and we will protect you from every asshole in this damn school. I am so, so sorry I said those things to you, and I listened to that pathetic excuse of a teen.”
You woke up to the feeling of the breeze blowing over your body and stretched out on the bed to find yourself alone. Sitting up and fighting your hair out of your face, you could see the top of Harry’s head over the back of one of the lounge chairs on your small deck through one of the blowing curtains.
Pulling on a tank top over your thong, you meandered in his direction and walked around the seat to see him sitting with his legs crossed, swim trunks on, and sunglasses perched on his nose. When he noticed you, he smiled widely and closed his journal, tossing it onto the chair beside him and reaching his arms out as you sunk down next to him and curled up at his side.
“Good morning angel,” he mumbled against your hair, wrapped his arms around you as you both watched the sun continue to rise. “Sleep well?”
“I drank a lot last night,” you mumbled.
“You did,” Harry chuckled, “But you had a great time and learned many new dance moves.”
You both sat there quiet as Harry ran his fingers through your hair and you played with the end of his swim trunks, just watching as the sun shone brightly from behind your sunglasses.
Description: A Professor who is willing to cross boundaries and a student that is not, feelings and minds change, will yours?
A/N: OKAY THERE IS SMUT. You wanted it, you got it. It is the worst smut I have ever written/read/reread/rerereread. I don’t like to go into deep details with smut because it just doesn’t feel right. It seems rushed and I’m sorry.
Anon: Soulmate AU!
Where on your fifteenth birthday the name of your soulmate appears above
your heart. With Jaybird please!
A/N: You have no idea how excited I am for
this. Jay is my true love, and thinking
about this request just gives me chills ^.^
(Y/F/S) – Your
Word Count: This is hella long. I have no regrets. 7,087
Warnings: Language, sexual talk, sexual crap going on
(not much detail) NO SMUT
Also, this is my
first reader insert. So, please, cut me
some slack! And you may notice some
similarity to Batman: Under the Red Hood.
Well that’s because that is what I was going for. But I had no way to watch it when I wrote
this, so it is definitely different. Oh
well. Let me know what you think!