i guess that no one ever really made me feel that much higher

Draco Malfoy Crush Headcanons

Masterlist


Gryffindor Reader

Originally posted by perfectfeelings


- Omg people would totally ship you two as the love/hate relationship and/or the sexual tension relationship

- Cliche, but start off as total rivals

- If you played Quiddich you would make it your top priority to always distract Draco

- Shameless teasing tho??

- “Hey Malfoy, nice ass”

- ///blushblushblush “Excuse me?!”

- “You heard me!”

- Shameless catcalling purposely in front of everyone including Snape and his friends

- But one day you are genuinely upset and on the verge of tears but you, being stubborn, refuse to cry in front of him

- “Didn’t you hear me?! Go away, Malfoy!”

- Offers you a handkerchief, an awkward hug, and sweets

- A messy, tear stained and shaky smile

- “Since when did you go soft, Malfoy?”

- “I should be asking you the same thing, (Last Name)

- So obviously you two are pretty close friends now

- He can basically trust you with anything so he comes to you when he has problems

- But both of you are extremely stubborn so usually the other person will have to confront the other about their notice in their change of attitude

- You having to confess first

- He’d totally try to confess but end up getting too nervous and backing away

- “Hey Malfoy, you be interested in going to Hogsmeade this weekend?”

-//smirksmirk “You wouldn’t be asking me out, would you?”

-”Pffftttt as if????”

- You totally were asking him out

- He said yes in the most teasing way with a signature smirk

- You were very proud of your relationship because there was no denying Draco was just hot

- But like he was a complete sweetie

- If you were sick he would always freak out and if he saw you were struggling in classes he would discreetly leave you his study notes in the most unexpected ways like “accidentally” mixing his 100% amazing notes up with your slightly pitiful ones

- And ugh he was just an amazing partner to have???


Slytherin Reader

Originally posted by tisbaylee


- Not gonna lie you two were already friends

- Like you would gang up on people you shared a hatred for always

- Sometimes people would even avoid you two in fear of being completely roasted™

- It was like “o shit here they come rUN BITCH RUN N Y O O M

 - But no seriously you two would diss whoever and whatever if they got on your nerves 

- And obviously he would ask you to the Yule Ball

-“You’re asking me, Malfoy…?”

-“Of course. Who else would I ask? Parkinson?”

- And like whenever the two of you would enter the ballroom all eyes would immediately just turn to you two

- Because lets face it, the two of you could stop traffic 

- You would both sneak off after some stuff had died down in a dark and empty corridor 

- The two of you would just be chatting by a windowsill whenever out of nowhere he would just kiss you

- You were like talking about class or something and he would just press his lips against yours

- And you just melted

- Because you could feel how shaky and nervous he was

- But he was so gentle

- And omg you cuties

- Tbh no one is surprised when you enter the Great Hall hand in hand

- Blaise catcalls

- Pansy snarls

- Crabbe and Goyle don’t really care 

- But you and Draco are too absorbed in the little world that has formed around you to notice

Ravenclaw Reader

Originally posted by lovershub

 

- The only reason he knew you is because you were the person who always just happened to score one or two points above him on every. single. assignment.

- Like he would be bragging in class about his grades when the teacher would speak up like 

-“Obviously I have the best test scores in here but that’s not surprise—“

-“aCTUALLY Mister Malfoy, Miss (Name) (Last Name) scored just one point above you…! So you’re wrong lol”

- And he would just be appalled

- And then he would basically track you down and discreetly ask about studying techniques

- And you’d just be like “So Mister “I scored one less point than someone” wants to hear about my studying techniques? I don’t think so, Second Place.”

- He’d do an unintentional dramatic gasp and like press an offended hand to his chest

- And you’d just walk away with the most smug smirk ever

- After that incident he’d badmouth you almost as much as he badmouthed Potter

- Almost

- Because after doing some “researching” (snooping) and learning more about you from observations and sources he’d find out that you’re actually really intriguing 

- And he might have had the smallest, tiniest crush on you

 - But he’d deny it of course

-the little bastard

- But like he actually finds the small things you do entertaining

- For example, he might have ‘accidentally’ showed up at the library every day you did and just happen to notice how you would play with your hair or doodle whenever you studied 

- One day, he discreetly bumped into you playing it off as he was too busy reading

- You decided not to tell him that his book was upside down

-“Oh, watch where you’re going… Anyways, if you’re here, mind helping me with this subject?”

-“Draco Malfoy? Asking for help? Who would have known?”

- But you did end up helping him 

- And after taking multiple deep breaths, he finally got the courage to ask you out

- And you told him “maybe if you can score higher than me on the next potions test”

-gUESS WHO STUDIED THEIR ASS OFF

-MALFOY DID


 Hufflepuff Reader

Originally posted by wellwailingwhale

 - Tbh he had no idea who you were

 - And honestly he didn’t even care

- But that all changed when this happened

- So you were focusing on anything other than him while walking down the hallway,

- And accidentally you bump into him

- All of your stuff falls to the ground

- And he just shoots you a nasty glare and continues walking

- You are simply picking up your things when you hear “Lousy Hufflepuffs. Can’t do anything. No wonder that Diggory died. As if a Hufflepuff is brave enough to enter that tournament and come out alive.”

- You stop dead in your tracks. “What did you just say..?”

- He turns back to you with a scoff 

- You run up in front of him and get in his face. “What the hell did you just say?! Tell me!” 

-”I said that all of you Hufflepuffs are weak and pathetic. Diggory never had what it took to enter the-”

- But he was cut off by a punch to the face. His nose was bleeding

-”Don’t you ever start saying shit like that when you, yourself, will never be better than Cedric! At his worst, he is still better than you at your best. Maybe you should think about this before speaking unless you want to be bloodied by a “lousy” Hufflepuff again.”

- He is left in sh o ck

- From then on, whenever he sees you his entire face goes red and he hides himself

- Because maybe your courage and great left hook made him form a crush

-somehow

- He leaves a note on your desk which is from “your secret admirer” (cause he’s cheesy like that) telling you to meet him outside at night

- Your first reaction when you see him is not a positive one

- He explains that he only said that about Diggory is because he tries to look impressive in front of his friends (Which isn’t a lie) and that he sincerely apologizes and mourns for your House’s loss

- After some coaxing, he is forgiven 

- You sit and chat for a while and you are pleasantly surprised when you find out he’s actually pretty cool

-At the end of the night, he asks you on a date

- And with a hesitant yet bright smile, you accept

[20 q’s | jungkook]

♛BTS!SMUT

summary; 20 questions ends pretty well for you, you’d say. (gender neutral!)

You froze. You couldn’t fathom how one second you could be shocked and disgusted by him and the next trying to get your heart to slow down.


The epitome of a fuckboy.

You couldn’t deny the fact that you loved him- he was enticing, charming, and unnervingly sweet when he wanted to be.

When he wanted to be.

Other times, he was sickeningly frustrating- whether that was caused by how undeniably hot he was or how undeniably fucking annoying.

Jungkook [11:19]: Wanna play a game?

You sighed, swiping open your phone and praising God you didn’t have read receipts on. Although after pondering for a while, you decided that you should probably respond to the boy. It wasn’t like you were busy studying- your exam week was finished- what was the harm?

You [11:21]: What is this game exactly?

The response was quick, your phone buzzing almost immediately after you locked in.

Jungkook [11:21]: 20 questions.

Of course. The fuckboy game.

You scoffed. You had known Jungkook for upwards of three years, so why did he even want to play 20 questions?

Regardless of reasons, you were entertaining a boring night. What was the harm?

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Sokovian cuddles

Anon request:

Hi there! I’m in love with your blog, and I know that there are a lot of specifically Pietro blogs, but I love your style, so I was wondering if you could do something of Pietro? Maybe it’s movie night and the reader never told anybody she liked to cuddle but Pietro kinda offers and he can’t stop staring at her and saying cute things then they fall asleep together all tangled. Idk I just need FLUFF!


A/N: I’ve changed the ‘never told anybody she liked to cuddle’ to ‘haven’t been cuddled for ages’ - I hope you still like it?


Word count: 1.4k


Warnings: none, this is pure sweet fluff.

Originally posted by deanimagines67



Another movie night, another rom-com on the agenda. How delightful, You thought to yourself. Everyone around you is either loved up or is having a casual friends-with-benefits arrangement. Meanwhile you’re stuck in the Avengers Tower, the rarest creature of them all - a singleton.

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2016: The Return To Anime

I used to watch a lot of anime before, but when I moved away from my friends whom were fellow fans of Japanese animation, I became really bad at taking any initiative to sit down and watch anything new. So my New Years resolution was to simply watch more anime during 2016 (for inspiration and entertainment)! ;D And in order to prove to said friends that I am indeed keeping my promise, as well as to take the opportunity to recommend good shows to others, I will be sharing my progress list and general opinions.

OBS: Some of these shows are not appropriate for an younger audience!! Before viewing, please check out  the recommended age restrictions, genre and potential trigger warnings!  

END OF YEAR UPDATE: 25 shows in total! Not bad at all considering that I maybe watched 2-3 shows the year before. But I still have a lot of series that I want to see, so don´t be surprised if I make a new post for 2017. ;) 

My personal top 3? I would say Death Parade, Re:Zero and Madoka Magica. 


ANIME COMPLETED:

Mushishi (S1) - Not a single cliffhanger in the whole show, so it makes for  perfect bedtime stories for teens/adults. The english dub was really good and the landscape art is 10/10.


Kino No Tabi/Kino´s Journey (S1) - Do not let the simple and cute style fool you! This show contains murder, cannibalism, suicide and war!! And it asks the hard questions in life!! RUN if you do not want to contemplate the meaning of existence!!


One Punch Man (S1+3OVA) - OK, now I know why this is in 4th place on IMDB´s “Best TV-series” list. The animation is some of the best I have ever seen in an action anime! It is simply stunning to look at and it is fun ride all the way to the out of this world (literally) finale. 


Sakurako-san No Ashimoto Ni Wa Shitai Ga Umatteiru/Beautiful Bones: Sakurako’s Investigation (S1) - Pretty much like an anime version of the TV-show Bones. I love mysteries where you have to follow clues in order to solve a murder so a second season is strongly desired.


Owari No Seraph/Seraph Of The End (S1+S2+10OVA) - Pretty predictable, but the the bloody fight scenes are fabulous. Needs even more angst thou (…she said even though a bunch of children are butchered in the very first episode….). >:3 


Death Parade (S1) - And there is all the angst!!! Do not watch if you do not like pain in your soul!! Heart cannot be repaired!! AHRUM!! Excuse me. The show is really well written and the artists really knew how to create the perfect atmosphere to tell this dark story.  


Free! (S1+S2+4OVA) - It feels like everyone and their grandmother has seen this show, so of course I fell on the bandwagon. For the first 11 episodes thou I was very neutral to it… But goddammit the first season finale had me sheering, squealing and tearing up!! (Let Rin be happy!!) Sadly only the S2 OVA had me laughing; apart from that episode, the humor was not at all up my alley.


Zankyou No Terror/Terror In Resonance (S1) - I really like the style and the smooth animation in this one. And DANG, THAT ENDING! If you like thrillers that are completely based on reality and science (like Beautiful Bones) then this could be perfect for you.


Wolf’s Rain (S1+4OVA) - I remember trying to watch this when I was like 15, but I never got past episode 3 for some reason. Which is a real shame because I think that I would really, really liked it then. Perfectly angsty and tragic for little wannabe-emo-teen-me. Do you like dark fantasies with pretty people/wolves? Then do not miss out on this one! 


Mahon Shoujo Madoka Magica/Puella Magi Madoka Magica (S1+1 movie) - Oh shit. Oh holy shit. I would never have guessed that this show, this thing that looks so darn innocent and cute in design and summary, would have me in so much emotional turmoil (very much like Steven Universe in that way). But seriously; amoungst all of the animes on this list, this is in my opinion the one with the most captivating story-line, plot development and characters (I simply had to watch all 12 episodes in one sitting). Some people hate the ending, but I think it worked really well (even though all the tears could have clouded my judgement). And if you liked the show, then you MUST watch the movie Rebellion! Also: One of the the best English dubs I have ever heard in my life!! UPDATE: I have now seen everything twice… I cry every times I see Homura on screen. (O_Q)


Kuragehime/Princess Jellyfish (S1) - I watched this before when it first came out but I had a hard time remembering anything from it apart from the characters. Glad I gave it a re-watch because it´s super cute and silly; perfect for when you just want to give your feels a break from all the angst and suffering other shows come with (*stares at the one above*). I also highly recommend the live-action movie based on this! :D 


Boku Dake Ga Inai Machi/Erased (S1) - This show is both intriguing and stunning! I love how modern animation uses lightning and this show is a good example of that (same goes for Death Parade). Downside: Stress, stress and even more stress!! Please, just let the small children live!!! My heart cannot take this torture!! D,,X But the stress aside, it was all worth it at the end. 


Jigoku Shojo/Hell Girl (S1) - My Golb, the young girls in this look exactly like the characters I would draw at 14-16. X,D The animation is just okay, and it takes a long time before we learn anything worthwhile about the main characters. But what made me watch a whole season (26 ep) was because of the interesting stories in each episode. It was fascinating to see how little/much it was required for people to give up their souls for eternal damnation in return for the death of a person they hated. 


Steins;Gate (S1+1OVA) - It took me a while to get into the story, but by the half way point, when shit got really intense, I was waaay hooked. I usually do not like stories that involve time-traveling because it makes my head hurt, but this (Like Madoka Magica) was really well written. I have very little to fault the show on ((apart from how the harassment of a trans girl is used for comedy in at least 2 episodes…)) and would recommend!


Love Live! School Idol Project (S1+S2+1 movie) - Decided to watch something really cute with sis again and this is what we ended up with. And oh darn it, it is cute alright! Everything is so sugary sweet and lovely, and good music too that you will hum on for weeks. Apart form the occasional funky looking CGI (which actually looks really good in the movie), the animation is top notch. A simple story about a bunch of girls and their lives and friendships when guys are not in the picture.


Makura No Danshi/Pillow Boys (S1) - Finally met up with my anime loving friends and this was one of the things we saw. The episodes in this are very short, all of which are about different types of guys talking to YOU before you go to sleep. It´s… different to say the least. Who was my favourites? Hmmm… I guess the guy from Ep 2, since I recall him the clearest. He also felt like someone who had known me for a while and I appreciated that. WARNING: Ep 10 did give me some extreme rapist vibes! BAD TOUCH!! (O_O)


Koutetsujou No Kabaneri/Kabaneri Of The Iron Fortress (S1) - If you like bloody action of high quality with humans fighting against superhuman enemies then this is most surely something for you. Many parallels can be pulled to Attack on Titian, but I would never call this a rip-off. All the animation is in the A+ class and there is this wonderful colouring/lighting effect they sometimes use for close ups which makes the characters look absolutely stunning. The level of details on the character designs also stuck out to me (A+ there too).


Shokugeki no Soma / Food Wars: Shokugeki no Soma (S1+S2+1OVA) - Also known as food porn. I had never heard of this until Dan and Phil mentioned it in a video and when I understood that it was about food I had to check it out. I love shows/stories that are centered around cooking (Hell´s Kitchen, Master Chef, Kitchen Princess, etc) so I really got hooked on this. Not only is the food animated beautifully, but you learn a lot at the same time. And the absurd (dirty) humor is so redicoulus that I cannot help but laugh.


Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu / Re:ZERO - Starting Life in Another World (S1) - When I first saw posters for this show they never caught my interest. It looked so much like the generic fantasy harem anime that I just ignored it. But then a friend forced me to actually see it and BOY was I wrong. Let me put it this way: Imagine Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni but with a higher budget and set in a fantasy land. So if you enjoy blood, gore and mind games, check this baby out!


Ghost Hunt (S1) - I know that I had seen this anime when it was new, but apparently I never saw the final episodes of the season since I had no idea what was going to happen. But glad that I saw this again! Not the scariest or goriest show out there, but it is fun and entertaining. My favorite part is how all the characters get along even though they have different beliefs and ways of dealing with the unknown. 


Psycho-Pass (S1 + S2 + 1 movie) - Everybody were recommending this show to me and I understand why. There is detective work, blood/gore, and some kick-ass action; just right for me. However, I am not into all the tech porn (you know - when the put so much time and focus on weapons and other technology when they open up, charge, fire, etc. Not my thing!), but it was still a good anime. The only downside was that I felt very little when characters died, which was strange since I usually get attached very easily and morn fictional characters on a regular basis.  


Mayoiga / The Lost Village (S1) - Oh maaan. I was expecting something along the lines of Battle Royale, but this was nothing but a big disappointment. There was so much potential in the first episodes for this to become the next Another or Corpse Party, but nooo. Lack of death aside, I guess it had it´s creepy moments, but the finale was not worth the wait in my opinion. I was actually so upset by the final twist that I sat down and basically created an alternative version of the story. Same basic structure, characters, feel and pitch, but with a more classic psychological horror plot. I would also have put the focus on other characters over the two basic cardboard cutouts (I vote for Valkana and Nanko!).


Corpse Party: Tortured Souls - Bougyakusareta Tamashii No Jukyou (5OVA) - I had seen this before when it first came out, but since I am still in a Halloween mood I decided to give it a re-watch. Totally one of those shows that I cannot look away from (not only because I need the subs, but you know what I mean). Spooky details all over the place blended with intestines and body horror. I may not be a big fan of the Elfen Lied-wannabe character designs, but I would totally watch it a third time when I once again forget the ending. I was so shocked that all I could do was to stare at the screen while the credits passed by. 


Mira Nikki / The Future Diary (S1) - That moment you like the premise and concept of a show, but dislike the main characters. Damn that moment. It could be that the English dub makes the protagonists seem more douchey than what they actually are in the oringal Japanese version, or it´s just that they are both written poorly (IMO). But I like the background characters and there is some genuine tension throughout the show, so I watched it all.


Yuri!!! On ICE (S1) - I had been looking forward to this since the first trailer, so it was really really hard for me to wait until all episodes had aired before I had a marathon. But gah! It was worth it! There are no cliffhangers no, but the show just makes you feel so warm and fluffy that you want to see more right away. It is a sports anime, but the characters and relationships are so well developed that I would say to give it a chance even if sports isn’t for you. You will still fall in love with everybody and you just want them all to win gold and be happy!!

PS: Oh dear brother of mine, if you are reading this, be prepared for an anime night next time we meet. You and Jorge will love this! ;D


BONUS:

Kimi No Na Wa / Your Name (movie) - Hands down one of the best MOVIES I have seen this year. Well made, a story that pulls you in, heart-wrenching and beautiful music. This is totally up there amongst Wolf Children and The Girl Who Leapt Through Time and I will definitely be showing this to all my friends, no matter if they are into anime or not. 

Purple Jewels (M) | 04

Word Count: 6242
Member: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook
Genre: Smut, Supernatural, Fluff & Angst

Genie!Jimin ⇢ Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Ongoing

When you fall in love with Jungkook and he isn’t there to catch you, a sudden surprise shows up to give you a little bit of help.

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Okay, so here’s a recollection of the best day of my fandom life? #ECCC

I’m usually just here to make short, dumb, spazzy comments, so bear with me, because this will probably be long. However, I’ll try not to be too repetitive and remember the interesting parts. ;) Apologies if the pics are effing huge. I don’t do this posting thing - ever. hahah

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Ten Years (Part 9)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,144 (minus the flashback)

Warnings: language!!, fluff, mentions of past cheating, confrontation, crying

A/N: Tags are closed. I wrote this so quickly because I got super motivated by all your messages. I think the angst is winding down. This is a turning point for reader, and I’m excited for her. Also, Bucky’s got a lotta ‘splainin’ to do!

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

Originally posted by coporolight

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it took me so long to write this i honestly should have broken this up into multiple parts lmao.  also i’m a slut for daveed diggs’ tjeff.

title: serendipity
fandom: hamilton
pairing: tjeff x reader
rating: t
word count: 4010 (WTF YA’LL???)

“I’m not going to flirt with the TA for a higher grade, Angelica!”

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Sports Bras and Trench Coats

Request: Could you do one where the reader is the Winchester’s little (half) sister and she stays behind on hunts to do research and what not. But she also does stuff like yoga while her brothers are gone and Cas comes to check on her and she’s still in her yoga clothes so it leads to smutty goodness and both them confessing their feelings or something like that

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Smut, lanugage, oral (female receiving), slight dom!cas, ehh and some orgasm denial, it’s just very smutty okay?

Word Count: 1.9k

Originally posted by castielthesoldierofgod

You were stretching, getting ready to do your morning yoga when your phone rang. Every time you were getting ready to do something for yourself your phone rang. Everytime.

“Hey Sammy.” You tried not to sound annoyed.

“Okay, so, this isn’t a werewolf.” he said right away.

“What? How do you know?”

“Hearts aren’t missing, they’re just…placed somewhere else.”

You sighed, knowing you were going to have to do the research for this one, not that you really minded, you just wish that your brothers didn’t need you at the exact moment you were getting ready to do something else.

“Okay, I’ll look it up.”

“Thanks, Y/N, you’re the best.” he told you.

“I know,” you said before hanging up.

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Act Like You Love Me - Part Two

A/N: So here’s part two. I’d really love some feedback. 
Word count: 2,502
Part One

PART TWO

January 9 th, 2023

It was a rather chilly summer day in Pickering, when you made your way towards the house. You felt a lump in your throat, letting the sickness rush over you as you rang the doorbell.

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Cinderella PT 2 - Jughead Jones

Okay so Cinderella went down REALLY well and I’m pretty sure I would be skinned alive  if I didn’t do a part 2 so HERE YA GO. THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG SERIES WITH SOME CHEEKY CLIFFHANGERS!!! Feel free to send me feedback/suggestions!

Words: 3,865

Warnings: Description of cuts (not self inflicted) and violence / Swearing galore

PART 1 

Jagged cuts, twisting like vines up your arms from shards of bottle glass. Red eyes, dried up from fallen tears. You looked like a mess.

Last night had been the most free night of your life since your Mother died. You’d danced with a boy who made your insides flutter and for the first time in forever you finally felt as if you were worth something. Of course, that feeling couldn’t last forever. It had taken the strike of a clock at midnight to remind you of your fate, awaiting you at home. A reminder that you weren’t free, and probably never would be. 

The second you had stepped in the front door, you’d felt a rough fist grab you, pulling you by the hair, as you screamed, into the kitchen. Your step-mum, in all her drunken glory, shouting  swears and profanities at you. She wouldn’t stop throwing stuff either, carelessly, not really worried if whatever she was throwing hit you or didn’t hit you. You managed to escape, with a palette of bruises, small scars and a deep gash on your leg from where your step-mum had picked up a whole box of empty bottles and smashed them at your feet. Anna and Drew had decided to stay at Cheryl’s house, so you didn’t see them for the rest of the night. 

Once the assault had finally ended, you had used the little energy you had left to go upstairs and tend to your wounds in the bathroom. You liked to think of them as battle scars. That’s what your Mother would say…


“(Y/N)! What on earth have you done you silly goose,” Your Mother, in all her radiant beauty, picked a tearful 5 year old you off the gravel pavement of your driveway and sat you down on a bench. She wiped away your tears, seating you on her lap as she brushed down your dress affectionately.

“I fell over,” You pouted, pointing to your knee. A barely visisble red cut had formed and your Mother chuckled under her breath, before leaning down and kissing it gently.

“Oh no darling, how did you manage that?” She played along with your exaggeration, putting on a fake frown.

“I was playing princesses, because I’ve always wanted to be a princess! We were being attacked by trolls, so I was leading my kingdom into battle, but I tripped! I’m an awful princess,” You shook your head, wiping away any stray tears with your clenched fists. Your mother took your hands and uncurled your fingers from their tight ball, one by one. She held them close to her heart before bending down so she was on eye level with you. She smiled at you, her eyes filled with love.

“You are a beautiful princess. A princess doesn’t have to be graceful, she has to be strong, and that’s just what you showed by braving a deadly fight with the trolls! But perhaps, maybe nobody would have to get hurt if you would talk to the trolls. Make a peace. Where there is kindness, there is goodness and where there is goodness, there is magic. Have courage my little princess, and be kind.”


Memories of your mother consumed you for the rest of the night, as you curled up tight, crying softly to yourself as nobody else could listen.

You wanted to be the princess that she always wanted you to be.

But it was so hard to be kind when people spat at your feet and showered you in hate.


You woke up in the morning, feeling tired and weighed down by the events of last night. Your mind drifted towards Jughead. What did he think of you after what you did? He probably thought you were some kind of selfish bitch, although you were used to that opinion. The thought of someone you really liked thinking about you that way bothered you. Was this the name you would make for yourself?

You had to pick yourself up and carry on. The likely situation, would be that Jughead and his friends would never speak to you again, and you would spend the rest of your high school days alone as you did before.

You were such a wallflower that you couldn’t even be bothered to make an effort with your appearance. You threw on a comfy, oversized grey sweater, black leggings and matching converse. You tied your hair up in a messy bun and only touched up with light makeup, especially around the eyes to conceal their puffy and red exterior. 

The house was quiet and you didn’t dare make a sound. Your step-mother was probably crashed on the couch. She wouldn’t be as angry as yesterday if you woke her up but it would give her enough reason to scream profanities and you didn’t have the energy to deal with her this early in the morning.

You slung your backpack over your shoulder, preparing to leave for the walk to school, considering your bike had been vandalised. Something caught your eye on the way out your bedroom though, and you turned around to look at the hook on the back of the door. Your mask from last night, still in perfect condition along with a zipped bag that contained your dress. A haunting reminder of Cheryl’s party. You were of course, missing some components of your outfit, including the bejewelled necklace and shoes. The shoes were probably back in Veronica’s closet but you couldn’t imagine the look on her face if you told her that you’d thrown away the necklace. Another hit-list you would be added to.

You shook your head, leaving the outfit untouched as you managed to creep your way downstairs and out the front door, heading for school.


The school hallways were the same as ever. Jocks pressing cheerleaders up against the lockers for impromptu make-out sessions, public arguments, people who were too loud for their own good, people who wanted to get out of the crowded hallway as soon as possible, popular kids, non-popular kids, normal kids. And then you, so bland to an outsider that you couldn’t be placed in a category. Too naive and pretty, the perfect girl next door with good looks and good grades.

You were so much more. If only people knew.

“Chin up princess or your crown will slip”

Your mother would say to you. Don’t let people put you down. Those who put you down only feel bad about themselves, and you should try and reach out to them. 

Your thoughts clouded your head, so you didn’t realise when an arm reached out to grab you. You let out a tiny yelp, that was drowned by the noise of the hallway, as the person latched onto your arm, pulling you into the Janitor’s closet. You managed to push them off of you before stepping back to look at your kidnapper. Kidnappers.

Betty and Veronica, arms crossed, staring at you so intensely they could start a fire. They stepped to the side, to reveal that behind them was the boy you’d danced with the night before. You felt your face flush crimson as he stared at you with a similar intensity before stepping forward.

“(Y/N)…” he began but you cut him off quick.

“I’m so sorry, I’ll work days on end to pay for the necklace, and anything else I damaged. I didn’t mean to leave like that it’s just, my step-mo-” It was now Jughead’s turn to interrupt you as he pulled you in to a warm embrace, wrapping his arms around your waist and rubbing soothing circles where his hands lay. You were stiff with surprise, before melting into his arms and letting out a small sob. It was so relieving to finally have someone to lean on. You couldn’t help but feel weak though. 

When the two of you finally broke apart, Veronica and Betty went in for a reassuring hug, before linking arms and leaving the tight closet, so you two could spend the time alone together.

“Bets and Ronnie told me about your home life,” He confessed and you hung your head in shame. “You should have told someone,” His voice was now a whisper, and when you looked up to meet his eyes, they were drowning in concern and that one helpless look that you knew too well.

“I couldn’t. She’d kill me,” You bit your lip, trying to stop the tear dam from overflowing for the 80th time since last night. You couldn’t help but cling to him again, desperately searching for something to hold onto. He let you, soothingly rubbing your back as you buried your head in his shoulder. He froze, and you realised the sleeves of your sweater had rode up during the hug. You tried to play it off but he had already seen the bottle cuts. 

“Were these…did you?” Jughead was speechless and you shook your head rapidly.

“No no no. They’re from bottles that she threw at me when I got home late,” You sounded like you were reassuring him but this really wasn’t any better than what he thought you had done in the first place.

“My god (Y/N)” He traced his fingers up them at a slow pace, causing you to feel waves of shivers. “We have to tell someone, anyone.”

You shook your head, a bitter laugh escaping you. “Please Jug, don’t you think I’ve tried to reach out once or twice? Nobody will listen to me. I’m not worth people’s time. Especially with Anna and Drew now on Cheryl’s side and no proof of what they do to me. If I tried to reach out, I would be labelled as an attention seeking whore,” You choked out, your voice raw from the sobbing. You were so done with tears. You made to leave but Jughead grasped your wrist, pulling you so hard that you stumbled into him, hands pushing into his chest. You felt embarrassed all over again, and when you looked up at him he was smirking and wiggling his eyebrows teasingly. You jumped back, hiding your face in your baggy sweater so he couldn’t see your overwhelming tomato blush.

“Seriously though, don’t go, not yet,” He whispered. “Stay.”

He sounded so genuine and vulnerable. You sighed, before pulling up a small stool that the Janitor used to reach higher windows on tall walls and sitting down, waiting for what Jughead had to say.

“What if I told you I did have proof?” 

“I would say you’re lying to me and this is some kind of sick joke but I guess that gives you an insight in to how low my expectations have fallen at this point.”

He rolled his eyes and you chuckled in response.

“Me and Betty were at the party to interrogate certain people on Jason Blossom’s murder for the Blue and Gold, we carried around a voice recorder. I couldn’t stand how sociable it was, being an antisocial myself, so I gave Betty the recorder and sulked off for the rest of the party until you found me. Long story short, she recorded your sisters recording me and you but they ended up saying shitty things about you and how they were going to expose you so Bob’s your uncle, there’s your proof! This could change everything,” Jughead paced back and forth, pausing every now and then so you could take things in. He looked excited at the end for your reaction, but you looked deadly pale.

“Anna and Drew know I was at the party?” You whispered, eyes widening in fear. This clearly wasn’t the reaction he was hoping for and he bent down so he was eye level for you, resting his warm hands over your shaking ones.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. We have weapon on our side here, we could use this to our advantage!” He rubbed your hands together. You hated how he talked about this as if it were some kind of huge game or war.

“And they have huge dirt on me. They could show my step-mum. She’d skin me alive. Find a way to frame me for stealing the outfit, beat me to death no matter what counter evidence you have,” You picture her face, her rage. Your whole body was violently shaking now.

“We could gather more against your step-mum overtime, this will just stop your sisters in the mean time. They’ve built themselves a reputation over the past couple of weeks and they wouldn’t dare spoilt it,” He pulled you off of the stool and into another tight hug. Your head rested on his lap as you tried to calm yourself. Think happy thoughts.

Princess. Scars. Record. Necklace. Shoes. Advantage. Proof. Don’t go. Please. Stay.

Words that wouldn’t stop repeating and ringing in your ear.


You’d left the closet, Jughead at your side. He’d tried to reassure you and although you felt better than before, you still doubted this whole muddle that you were caught up in. You wished that the ground would open up, devouring you into the darkness below.

You made it through most of the day without an issue. Sadly, just after lunch you ended up running into the people you wanted to avoid the most. You were walking down the hall towards the water fountain, throat parched from the outdoor heat.

“(Y/N) is it?” A voice called your name and you froze. You were never acknowledged in these halls. You turned around and met face to face with the demon queen of high school herself, Cheryl Blossom. 

You nodded your head as a response, over analysing all of her movements and gestures in your head. Why was she talking to you? Why did she care? “Honey, you can speak. I don’t bite,” She giggled sickeningly, before linking her arm in yours. The two of you continued to walk down the corridors, not really going anywhere, you just let Cheryl lead you.

“Umm Cheryl, what… what do you want?” You asked, fearing the worst.

“I just wanted to walk and talk. According to your sisters, my newest henchmen, you were killing it at my party last night. They showed me a picture,” Cheryl’s overly sweet voice made you feel sick to your stomach, as you just tried to go along with what she was saying.

“Thank you,” You mumbled and Cheryl flipped back her long, ruby locks.

“Honestly I don’t know why you don’t come to my parties more often when you strut around wearing dresses like this,” She stopped, pulling out her phone and showing you a screenshot. It was a screenshot of the video. Did Anna and Drew send this to her? You were holding Jughead’s hands, your dress exposed to the moonlight, basking in it’s intricate and elegant design with pride. You couldn’t help but think you actually looked beautiful. When you looked back to Cheryl with a soft smile on your face, your mood was shattered by her sudden cold, piercing eyes. “Where did you get it?” Her tone sounded mocking and you instantly ripped your arm away from hers.

Cheryl tilted her head in feign hurt and bewilderment as you backed away from her. She was giving you disturbing vibes and you didn’t want to be alone with her in this hallway anymore. You rushed down the stairs, merging in with the now crowded ground floor hallways now that lunch was over. You thought you were safe, leaning against your locker and taking in deep breaths. 

Two arms slammed down at either side of your head, but they were from different people. You were trapped once again, the sense of freedom flying even further away. You suddenly missed not mattering at all, to anyone. You shouldn’t have gone to that stupid party.

Anna and Drew loomed over you and although they weren’t that taller than you, you couldn’t feel any more small. Drew dug her nails into your wrist, so different to how Jughead had handled you. She dragged you into an empty classroom before slamming you up against a whiteboard, Anna hot on her tail.

“Listen fat freak,” Drew hissed and you winced. “Did you really think you could just skip back into school like nothing happened? Did you not get wasted as you grinded on that boy last night?” She spat the words, spewing lava that burned you. 

The way she twisted the romance, the happiness that you had felt made everything so much worse. As if they were taking away your safe haven.

“I didn-” You began but your step-sisters simultaneously slammed their hands down at your sides again and you jolted, stopping dead in your tracks.

“We have video evidence of everything that happened. Imagine if we were to leak this to a certain someone. We could twist the story, innocent girl gone rogue,” Drew continued to jeer. Anna didn’t say much, she just nodded every now and then.

“My-my friends.. they have audio evidence of you. It could ruin you,” You mustered up your confidence, chin help up in defiance.

Keep your head up Princess.

“Your friends? Pfft! Anyone can be bribed princess,” Drew mocked. “They’re not your friends. Besides, what will it do? What we said about you, Mummy would agree with and you know it. Us being a bit bitchy won’t stop her from beating you to a bloody pulp.”

You closed your eyes, trying to block out the images that were forming in your mind. The bottles. The boxes of empty bottles.

“What do you want from me?” Your voice cracked, head down, tears spilling.

“A lot, but you’ll learn soon enough. You have a debt to pay if you want to keep this under lock and key (Y/N)” She toyed with her phone, the video tauntingly paused on the screen.

“D, that’s enough, she gets the point,” Anna sighed, grabbing her sisters hand and pulling her off of you and out of the room. Drew wouldn’t stop glaring at you.

“The game has begun bitch,” Was the last thing you heard, and you slumped  down, head in your hands.


Here lies Celia (Y/L/N)

Loving wife of Thomas (Y/L/N)

And Mother of (Y/N) (Y/L/N)

A Queen in other’s eyes, she will be missed.

You read the epitaph over and over again every time you visited her grave. Beside it, you lay down another bouquet of white lilies. You just stood there, staring. You would look like a creep to a bystander but you didn’t care. You found comfort in talking to your Mother. She would always listen.

“I can’t do it Mum,” You shook your head, kicking the ground with frustration, accidentally shovelling earth with the heels of your feet. “My whole life I’ve dedicated to kindness, to tolerance and to resilience and to patience and all the values you taught me. You taught me to keep my head up strong and to believe in myself. You taught me that kindness is the route of all good magic. How am I supposed to believe in myself when nobody else does?” 

You would always let everything go here, this was your time away from home, from school, from the drama to scream out loud and just let it all go.

“I want to Mother, I want to be the princess that you want me to be. But how can I be graceful if I just keep falling down. How can I be pretty when I’m decorated in scars. These aren’t battle scars, these are just reminders that I’M WEAK, THAT’S ALL I AM. I’M WEAK AND I’M ALONE AND…. and… I’m afraid,” You felt yourself crumple into a pile on the floor sobbing into the mud. You didn’t care how crazy or dirty you looked. The only time people noticed you is when you were flawed. You did good things for others all the time but people only cared about when you fucked up.

You felt so fake. Like a Barbie doll. Other people were pulling the puppet strings and you felt so weak and vulnerable. So fake.


A WEEK LATER

“I can’t believe you’ve never had a burger before,” Jughead’s mouth was full of food as he talked and you almost choked with laughter. He had invited you to study at Pop’s after school. When he found out you had never tried a burger before in your life, her forgot about studying and made it his mission to get you to try one of Pop’s very own. ‘Why not start with the best’ he’d said and you had to admit, it was pretty damn delicious.

“I don’t know, I guess I’m just the queen of microwave dinners,” You laughed and he smirked, shaking his head. It had been a week since the incident with Drew and Anna. You had confided in Betty and Veronica about what happened. You told Jughead about Cheryl, but not about your stepsisters because you really didn’t want to worry him. Especially now that you were spending time together like this, times where you felt happy. You couldn’t dream of ruining that.

Besides, it didn’t prove to be that much of an issue. It had been a week and their threats had not fallen through, which gave you some hope that this would all be over before you knew it. Juggie and Betty had accepted you into the Blue & Gold, so you had an excuse to spend a lot of time at Betty’s house. You could also focus your mind on something else and it was really helping your fragile mental state.

You’d gained confidence through hanging out with the SBC and you were beginning to finally see the positive outcome of that fateful night at the party. 

But when something is going right for you, it’s just not allowed to last for long is it?

You were currently having a “Pop’s Fries Scoffing Competition” with Jughead and were winning by a mile when Jughead’s phone began to buzz, violently. As in, it wouldn’t stop buzzing. It wasn’t a phone call though, just someone who seemed very eager to text him. He ended up getting so distracted that he had to stop ‘scoffing’ and check his notifications, a look of clear annoyance plastered on his face.

You were busy gloating about your glory, doing a victory dance. Jughead’s eyes were wide, with fear and shock as he dropped his phone on the table, the loud bang stirring you from your imaginary victory parade.

“What’s wrong sourpuss? Sad you lost?” You smirked, reaching over to steal his food, the prize of the bet. Another reason the two of you got on so well was your shared love of food, specifically trashy junk food which did not in any way treat your body like a temple.

“The voice recording,” He slowly rose from his side of the booth. You tensed, putting a fry which was on it’s way to your mouth back down again. 

“What about it?” You were afraid to ask, because judging by his expression, it wasn’t positive news.

“It’s gone.”


Here lies Celia (Y/L/N)

Loving wife of Thomas (Y/L/N)

And Mother of -

The only remaining evidence left of the now destroyed gravestone.


IT’S ABOUT TO GET FULL PLL UP IN HERE FOLKS? WHO DELETED THE RECORDING? WHO SMASHED THE GRAVE UP? OH SNAP FOLKS IT’S ALL GOING DOWN NOW eheuheuheu! Anyways here’s part 2 :3 Let me know if you want part3!

DISCLAIMER: I spell Mum as Mum because I’m British and it’s just a habit, although i did use the word ‘candy’ in a fic once rather than ‘sweets’. I apologise for my inconsistency :3

CINDERELLA
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“It upsets me to think this is our last day together for months.” I confessed to Shawn, who was currently laying on the couch with his head in my lap, engrossed in a movie. My words made him turn his head to look at me. He looked up at me through beautiful brown eyes.

“Then just don’t think about it and you won’t be upset.” he said with a shrug. Oh what a wonderful solution you have there, Shawn. I wish it were that easy.

“It’s just not that easy. You’re going on a world tour, I’m going to college. You have other friends, Shawn, I don’t. All I have is you.”

“You have friends other than me. There’s no way I’m your only friend.” he teased.

“I have acquaintances, not friends.” I informed. “These acquaintances also won’t be going to the same school as me.”

“Nobody else could get into the school you’re going to because not everyone can be a fucking mega genius like you.” Shawn said, sounded irritated.

“Is that any way to talk to your best friend who made sure you passed physics and graduated?” I asked, wiggling my eyebrows at him. His facial expression softened at my tone and he no longer seemed angry. We sat in silence for another hour or so, long enough for the movie to be over. Shawn’s friend had suggested the movie and it sucked, if I’m being honest. We decided on watching The Notebook after that, one we both always loved.

We sat next to each other, my head on Shawn’s shoulder but in a platonic, nothing-more-than-friends way. It had gotten to the scene where Allie was kissing ice cream off of Noah’s lips and I felt Shawn laughing. I pulled away from his shoulder to look at him.

“What is it?” I queried, not being able to avoid the smile spreading across my lips from hearing his laugh.

“Wouldn’t it be amazing to be that in love with somebody?” he said. It made my heart sink because, until just now, I had managed to put away my thoughts about how in love I am with Shawn. I had hoped that just this one time we could be together without my thoughts interrupting what should only be friendship with Shawn. My throat felt dry and my eyes stung after he said the words. It was just a simple question, but to me it showed that he wasn’t in love with anyone, including me.

I managed to nod my head then scoot a few inches away from Shawn. I continued watching the movie, not being able to help but imagine Shawn and I being that in love with each other. Sadly, the love was only one sided. We definitely loved each other, but he only loved me as a best friend and I loved him with all I had in me. I realized in this moment I should have told him a long time ago. I should have confessed my feelings because now, we won’t see each other for months so it’s too late.

Shawn and I had planned to spend the whole day together but once the movie was over I felt too lost in my thoughts to stick around.

“I guess I should head home now.” I said softly, starting to stand up.

“What? Why?” Shawn asked, sounding concerned. I looked back at him and he looked hurt that I wanted to leave so early. “I thought you were staying all day?” I wanted to stay, I wanted it more than anything but I couldn’t focus on being his best friend when I was too busy thinking about being his girlfriend. My face felt hot and my eyes stung again, I could feel that they were tearing up. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Shawn grabbed my hand and rubbed his thumb over mine. I desperately tried to keep the tears in but I couldn’t help one from falling. A single tear ran down my left cheek and I wiped it away quickly.

“Y/N, please tell me what’s wrong? Did I do something or say something? Come here.” Shawn begged. He lead me to the couch and I sat across from him with my legs crossed.

This was it, this is when I have to tell him. I thought to myself.

I was a horrible liar and Shawn knew better than anyone when I was lying. My voice went higher than usual and my cheeks always turned pink after I realized how ridiculous the lie was. If I lied, he would know. I should just save myself the trouble of making up a lie and tell him.

“I just really don’t want us to have to leave each other because-”

“Because why?” He interrupted.

“Because I hate not being able to see you.” I said, stalling as long as I could.

“Why are you so upset though? I have to leave all the time and you don’t cry, do you?”

“No, but it’s different this time. I’m leaving for college so when you come home, I won’t be here. When I come home, you won’t be here, Shawn. It’s so different this time.”

“It’s not that much diff-”

“Yes, it is, Shawn! You don’t understand!” I said, raising my voice at him without meaning to.

“Then make me understand, Y/N. What is different about leaving this time?”

“Because I’m fucking in love with you and I have to leave you! You’re the reason why I’m going to college in Toronto, so I can be close to you when you come home.” I gasped when I realized that I told him. I actually told Shawn how I felt instead of keeping it to myself like I had for the past half of a year.

“Do you honestly think that I’m not in love with? Why do you think I’ve stayed here and haven’t gotten an apartment in New York or Los Angeles or wherever I want?” He paused. I only stared, waiting for him to continue. He ran his fingers through his thick hair out of frustration. “It kills me every time I have to leave you. You don’t even understand. I should have told you sooner, but I love you. I love you so damn much that it hurts. I’ve seen you get your heart broken multiple times and I have done absolutely nothing about it. I should have told you a long time ago, I’m sorry that we had to tell each other like this.”

“Shawn, don’t apologize. I should have told you a long time ago as well.” I cooed. I rubbed his arm in an attempt to calm him. “What does this mean for us?”

“What do you want it to mean?” He asked, looking up at me with his rich, caramel colored eyes. My own eyes stared into his for a moment, as if I was searching for the answer in his eyes. I exhaled sharply but slowly before giving him an answer.

“I want to make this work if you want to. I want to be with you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” I spoke. His eyes lit up at my words.

He moved closer to me and I didn’t move, I let him inch closer. I watched his every move and then he took my hand in his. Shawn’s fingers laced with mine and I waited for him to do something more. I knew I wouldn’t be able to force myself to initiate a kiss, so I waited for Shawn.

I stared into Shawn’s eyes and his face came closer to mine. A few small tears still lingered on my cheeks and Shawn kissed them away. The feeling of his lips on my skin felt phenomenal, I couldn’t describe the feeling. I breathed hard and sporadically. Shawn’s lips hovered over mine, our lips barely grazing against each other. I surprised myself when I closed the gap. I pressed my lips against his soft, smooth lips. We both smiled, causing us to bump our teeth together. We both laughed because it wasn’t awkward, it felt right. We knew each other so well already that this just felt right. This was how it was supposed to be all along.

Our lips moved together while Shawn’s hands rested on my waist. His soft skin lingered on my lips and he began to pull away. I grabbed the material of his shirt, pulling him back into me.

“Please. Don’t stop.” I breathed out against his lips. My breath was hot and short, I needed his lips on mine so badly that I couldn’t breathe properly. He smiled then kissed me once more. His tongue now traced over my bottom lip and I whimpered lightly at the feeling. Just simple touches from him were driving me insane. I had been craving kisses like these for so long now that this moment felt like pure bliss. His tongue moved against mine slowly and gently, but the kiss grew heated. Shawn’s teeth sunk into my bottom lip and I gasped at the feeling.

His lips now pressed against my neck and it felt delightful. My eyelids closed slowly at the feeling. I didn’t want to focus on anything but Shawn’s lips on my skin right now, but Shawn made that an easy task. His soft lips fluttering on my skin lightly made me shiver. His long fingers traced circles on my hips under my shirt. I now laid underneath him, he hovered over me but pressed his lower half into me. I could feel a slight bulge growing in his jeans and couldn’t help the smirk that grew on my lips.

We kept kissing for a while longer, until both our lips were raw and we had both kissed what little bit of skin that was exposed with all our clothing still on. Shawn’s fingers fidgeted with the hem of my shirt, obviously wanting to take it off.

“Bedroom?” He asked quickly in between sweet pecks on each other’s lips. I nodded and he grabbed my hand, I then followed to his room. Once in his room with the door closed, his fingers moved under my shirt again. He looked into my eyes to make sure it was okay and I gave him a look of approval. He peeled my shirt off and tossed it to the floor. Shawn moved over me on his bed. He kissed my still bra-clad chest delicately. My whole body erupted with a feeling I had never felt with any other guy before Shawn. He slipped his fingers under my bra straps and slid them down my shoulders. His hands were soon at my back to unclasp my bra.

Suddenly, I felt insecure. I felt like I wouldn’t be enough for him. I inhaled deeply while he removed my bra, hoping he wouldn’t be disappointed. Before I could process what was happening, Shawn’s mouth was on my breasts. His lips first kissed lightly, then sucked on my sensitive skin. His tongue teased my nipples and I ran my fingers through his hair. I moaned and whimpered from his touch and he hummed, his throat vibrating against me in response.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Shawn kissed my stomach right above the button of my pants. I grew nervous because up until this point, I knew what I was doing and I knew what to expect. I’d had sex a couple times before, sure, but Shawn was much more experienced than I was. Even through the nerves, though, my centre throbbed for Shawn.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Shawn asked me. My nerves wanted me to say no, but I did want this. I had wanted it, needed it for so long. I told him yes and he continued. His kissed my hips while unbuttoning my pants. They slid down my legs and dropped to the floor with the rest of my clothing. I realized then that Shawn was still fully clothed. He hovered over me again to kiss me. His tongue played with mine and I pushed his shirt up while kissing him, hinting that I wanted it off. He pulled the fabric over his toned abdomen and chest and I nearly felt my heart stop in that moment.

I had seen Shawn shirtless many times but I never really could admire him like I wanted. This time, my eyes scanned over him slowly, taking in every detail of all the ridges and valleys of his body. Shawn asked again if I was sure that I wanted this, I told him again that I did. His long fingers rubbed my core through the damp cloth of my underwear. I squirmed under his touch, even though it was barely anything compared to what would come next. His hands hooked around my panties and removed them. I was now completely nude in front of Shawn for the very first time, something I thought would never happen.

He slipped his middle finger into me, causing me to gasp. His finger worked slowly inside me, trying not to build up the pressure too quickly. Shawn’s mouth made its way to my pussy, licking enthusiastically over my clit. I moaned for him over and over. I soon lost all control over holding off my orgasm. Shawn’s tongue flicked up and down my clit and his finger curled inside me. I arched my back and Shawn now had to hold my legs apart. I came so blissfully and Shawn drug out my orgasm until it was almost painful.

He moved from between my legs with a smile on his face. He wiped his mouth dry with his hand after licking my juices off his finger. A thought occurred to me, I wondered how many times he had done that to be so amazing at it. I also wondered how many times he had done what we were about to do. It was a stupid thing to think, but the experience I lacked in this area made me think this way.

I started to remove Shawn’s jeans. I unbuttoned them eagerly because I wanted to please him like he had just pleased me. Taking his jeans off revealed a prominent bulge in his underwear, which made me even wetter, if that was possible at this point. I inched the waistband of his boxers down until they were off him completely. I took his length in my hand, unsure of what to do but he seemed to enjoy it. I jerked my hand upwards on his cock and he moaned quietly. Shawn’s much larger hand pushed mine away, I thought that maybe it was because he didn’t like it as much as I had presumed.

“You’re going to have to stop. I want to last for you, Y/N.” he spoke. I felt my cheeks heat up at the thought of making him feel so good that he may cum. He searched in his nightstand drawer for a condom. He rolled it onto his hard length after tearing open the wrapper.

“Y/N, I’m only going to ask you one more time and please be honest, are you sure, absolutely sure you want to do this with me?” He said sweetly, lovingly. I started to second guess this whole thing. It was too soon, we just confessed our feelings for each other barely an hour ago. However, if we didn’t do this now, it would be months before we ever got to. I didn’t think I could wait that long.

“I’m completely sure, Shawn. I want this, I need this with you. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.” I assured him. He lined himself up at my entrance and kissed my forehead before pushing into me. I winced at the slight discomfort but was no longer hurting after four very slow and steady thrusts.

“Are you okay?” Shawn said, sounding concerned. I nodded and he kept thrusting at a slow pace. I could tell his thrusts were shallow and I was no longer hurting, therefore I wrapped my legs around him. This pushed his length deeper inside me than it had previously been.

“Oh, Shawn.” I gasped. I looked up at Shawn to see him biting his lip while watching himself thrust in and out of me. He looked as if he was struggling with keeping it at such a slow pace from the way his chest was rising so rapidly. He slid into me with ease now and finally, finally bottomed out. We both moaned at the feeling.

“Faster,” I begged, once the feeling of pain and discomfort was completely gone. Shawn looked into my eyes first, just to be sure, then sped up the pace of his thrusts. I could tell this speed pleasured him much more than the previous one and it was a pleasurable feeling for me as well. Shawn’s moans were more frequent and drawn out now. I moaned just as often, maybe even more than Shawn did. He knew how to make this feel so wonderful and different than it had ever felt for me before.

One hand was in Shawn’s hair and the other gripped onto his bicep, my nails digging into his skin. With each thrust I came closer to my climax and Shawn made it hard to not come undone so soon. I tensed around him after a deep thrust. I became short of breath and Shawn could sense I was close. He thrusted faster and I could barely take it. I clenched around his dick, because I wanted to feel every inch of him and also because I couldn’t control it.

Shawn’s hands were placed on my waist in an attempt to get a better grip while he thrusted. Just one more hard, deep thrust pushed me over into euphoric bliss all because of Shawn. I couldn’t believe he could make me feel this way, make me feel like no one else ever had. I grew more sensitive with every second that passed while Shawn brought himself to his orgasm. He pushed in and out of me sloppily and by the time I felt warm liquid fill the condom, I was more sensitive than ever before. Shawn hissed profanities through his teeth.

Shawn threw the condom away then left to clean up. He returned some minutes later and gave me a shirt of his to throw on. I slipped into it and took in his scent. Shawn lay beside me and we just looked at each other with our arms wrapped around one another. We took in the beautiful sight of each other with that post-orgasm glow we now both had. Inevitably, I thought of how we were both leaving tomorrow. It made my heart break into tiny pieces.

“I wish you didn’t have to leave me tomorrow.” I whispered.

“I wish I didn’t either. But when we both come home, I’m yours and you’re mine, yeah?” He spoke. A smile spread across my lips and I nodded to agree. I pecked his lips softly. The feeling of being his was overwhelming.

Moments I have witnessed intense KnB fans in Japan

Upon request here’s my post of personal experiences I’ve seen or been in that show how Japanese KnB (mainly Akashi) fans are that you probably won’t see too often back in your home country. 
*If you are one of these fans, I’m not saying stop doing it or you shouldn’t do it, but just be responsible and don’t neglect other priorities and don’t inconvenience others…and be reasonable. Also these are things I’m not used to seeing so for me it’s quite eyebrow-raising. Thanks. 

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the-last-alicorn  asked:

Here's a question: Top Ten Toku Mechas?

This may come as a surprise to my followers but one of my least favorite aspects of Super Sentai is the mecha.  Of course, that’s like saying my least favorite part of cheesecake is the crust.  I still love it but it’s not cheese or cake so it comes a distant third on the love scale.

That said, I do love me some mecha!  I used to build Gunpla kits on a regular basis and watched so much mecha anime it’s what I became known for before I let my toku fan flag fly higher than my Zeon one (and yes, I had a Zeon flag before I sold it to someone even more passionate about it than I was.)

So, I have watched a lot of mecha related stuff.  I adore the early work of Go Nagai on Mazinger Z, Getter Robo and all the derivatives and spinoffs thereof (Great Mazinger, Grendaizer, Getter Robo G, Shin Getter Robo etc. etc.). I also love Yoshiyuki Tomino’s outpu.  Not just his Gundam work though but his lesser known shows like Space Runaway Ideon, Xabungle and even the much maligned Brain Powerd.

I guess that’s the long way of saying that I’m a mecha fan but you aren’t going to see a ton of Super Sentai mecha on this list of my favorite tokusatsu robots. There are just too many to choose from to limit it.  There will be a few but they will not dominate this list.

Let’s get started.

10. Giant Robo

Airing in Japan in 1967, this series was the brainchild of manga writer  Mitsuteru Yokoyama who also created Tetsujin 28 (known as Gigantor in the US). It has a lot of similarities to his earlier series with a young boy controlling a giant robot by remote control. What really makes this series stand out though are the creative enemies and interesting fights.  I also just love Robo’s design with its Egyptian headdress and stern expression.  

9. Daileon

The robot that transforms out of the hero’s starship from the 1985 Metal Hero series Special Megabeast Investigator Juspion is great for two reasons.  1) I just love the very simple but elegant robotic look of it. 2) It fights giant monsters every week!  This is the only Metal Hero show to feature kaiju (or megabeasts in this case) every week and give the hero a giant robot to take them on with.  That’s pretty sweet in my opinion and makes Juspion a very unique entry in its respective franchise.

8. Jean-Killer

A robot that first showed up in one of the Ultraman Zero side story specials, I feel Jean-Killer really didn’t come into its own until it became the personal mecha of Ultraman Ginga’s rival. I really like its design, the fact that it can transform into a spaceship and the way it goes from being a hated enemy into a grudging ally in the fight against evil.

7. Super Robot Red Baron

My brother bought this show on DVD and let me borrow it and I have to say, it was a lot of fun.  The first two episodes were surprisingly brutal and shocked me into watching the rest.  It’s a pretty darn good show and I love how boxy and classically robotic the heroic mecha of the series is.  It feels a lot like Giant Robo but it’s a bit newer, giving it a little polish the older series lacked.

6. Leopardon

Spiderman’s personal giant robot from the 1978 Toei series stands as a fantastic example of adding a robot to something that had no right to have one and making it amazing. Of course, it was dreamed up to make the American hero more appealing to Japanese children but it proved SO popular it ended up giving Toei the idea to put robots together with their flagging Sentai shows and revitalize it into SUPER SENTAI.  I owe this webbed wonder a lot for that!

5. Dragon Caesar

Dragon Caesar is my favorite sixth hero mecha ever.  Sure, he may be the first but he gets me in my sweet spot for things I love.  Those would be; giant monsters, robots and robot giant monsters. He also looks like a robot Godzilla, which is something of a weakness of mine as you will see higher on the list.

4. Electronic Starbeast Dol

The undersection of Gavan’s spaceship from the 1982 Metal Hero series Space Sheriff Gavan transforms into this amazing mecha.  It’s a GIANT ROBOT SPACE DRAGON!  So I really need to go into any more detail about why that idea just kicks all the ass in the galaxy? It can breath fire, it can shoot lasers from its eyes and it can grapple enemies.  I love this thing’s design and just wish it got more use in the series.  Still, every time it was used, I loved it to death.

Speaking of Robot Space Dragons…

3. Daijinryu

This monstrous mechanical dragon was the largest single mecha ever to appear in Super Sentai.  Look how huge it is compared to the buildings beneath its feet! Another giant robot space dragon, Daijinryu was the ultimate keeper of balance.  It would appear whenever the battles between the heroes of Gosei Sentai Dairanger and their enemies, the Gorma, got too out of hand and threatened the balance of the universe.  If the fighting didn’t stop, it threatened to destroy the entire world! It also had the power to back that up and dwarfed anything the heroes or villains could send against it.

2. Muteki Shogun

Out of all the mecha to appear in the 41 year history of Sentai, this is my absolute favorite,  I love his design, I love his concept and I love the way it moves and looks on screen.  It’s essentially a Japanese castle that stands up to become a giant robot.  It’s so awesomely cool and outshines even the other mecha of its own series.  Nothing in Super Sentai tops this one for me.

1. Mechagodzilla

Whether and alien duplicate, a weapon reverse engineered from 23rd Century robotics by G-Force or a government Godzilla deterrent made from the bones of the original Godzilla, no tokusatsu mecha is cooler to me than Mechagodzilla. I have loved this one since I was a little kid reading out it in a little orange book from the school library.  Godzilla was my introduction to the world of Japanese fantastic cinema and Mechagodzilla my intro to giant robots. I owe him a ton for my current fandom and still think he’s the best giant robot ever made!

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warning: smut ;)

word count: 2300+

summary: y/n takes nerd!Luke’s virginity on a study date.

requested?: yes, hope you like it Anon! I actually really liked writing this so I hope you guys like it. Don’t forget my requests are open and I respond to all ;)

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I eyed the blue eyed, blonde haired boy in front of me, thinking about all the things he could do with that mouth and with those hands. I wasn’t even listening to what he was saying, I zoned out 10 minutes ago when he started ranting about pi and how it’s important or something like that.

I just can’t get over how the school’s nerd, is this damn attractive. Okay so maybe he’s a little awkward, and maybe he has a stutter but he would have to be one of the cutest and attractive boys I have ever seen. 

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anonymous asked:

I'm currently having a dilemma were I feel like I'm "too late" to cosplay. As if, everyone who is already cosplaying has mastered it and become presentable, where as I'm just starting out and don't even light a candle to most of the crowd. I really adore everyones craftsmanship, and it's an incredible hobby to be apart of. But no matter how many tutorials I see I feel like I simply don't have the skill/talent to put together a cosplay, or as if I can't be a beginner. Has anyone been thru this?

Hello there!

Sorry that you feel that way about cosplay. It should be something fun, but if you feel inadequate, that can take away from it.

Know that it’s perfectly okay to be a beginner. Cosplay is a growing hobby, and people are getting into it all the time. There’s no shame in being new! I’d guess that the cosplayers who are relatively new at a con probably vastly outnumber those who have been doing it for 5+ years (who outnumber those of us who have been doing it 10+ years, etc.). Just remember that there’s a reason why you see so many “cosplay 101″ panels at cons, and why help sites like this one can exist: because so many people are getting into the hobby or looking for ways to get into the hobby that this kind of thing can be sustained.

The thing about skill is that it’s something that comes with practice. No one is amazing at something on their first try. It takes time and experience to get good at something, and it’s hard work. You can’t compare yourself to someone who has been cosplaying for a number of years and has more skills and more resources than you. Only compare yourself to your previous self. Did you learn how to make a new type of clothing, even if it’s not perfect? Great! Your next version will be better. Did you have a problem with something and it didn’t turn out? That can be discouraging, but you learned something from it, and now you can apply that knowledge to future projects. Reading tutorials will only get you so far. You have to actually do things.

Also, there’s no shame in starting small. You want to get into cosplay but can only do minimal sewing? Modify pre-made garments. This can also help you learn how things are constructed. Make simple outfits to begin with. Most complex costumes are just lots of simpler sewing techniques put together, and while this takes time to do, it can help to think of a more complex outfit as smaller pieces rather than as a big complex whole. Your first cosplay doesn’t have to be (and shouldn’t be!) a super elaborate hand-beaded Sakizou design, for example, or a full suit of armor. Learning how to make simple things so that they fit well and have clean construction will be much more useful and much more impressive in terms of construction than trying to tackle something far outside your skill level.

It also helps to take things slowly and set reasonable goals. Say you want to make a whole costume in a year. Set a goal so that you make the skirt one month, the bloomers another month, the top another month, and the accessories another month. Take your time with the items, and remake them if needed. Break down each piece into even smaller pieces – make your goal for that week to learn to sew a zipper, or learn to sew elastic, and then work your way up to the more complex princess seams on the top, and then the more complex boning in the top, and then the most complex item, such as a small bit of embroidery. Make mockups and practice pieces (I /still/ make practice pieces for new techniques) so that you can do the technique a few times before doing the final piece. Learning skills in small, manageable chunks will make it less overwhelming, and you’ll learn how to put things together in a practical way that can then be applied to a more complex outfit next time.

You can also enter a contest that has a beginner skill division. Ask for advice from the judges on how to improve. Attend a con in normal clothes or a storebought costume and see how you feel about that. Take some of the pressure off, and refocus a bit on other aspects of cosplay before tackling a project.

Also, keep in mind that a lot of what you see online and the viral images you see of cosplays are the “best” images – the most impressive construction, the best photography, and any “flaws” are often hidden in creative photography or photoshopped out, etc. (Of course, “best” is super subjective here, and there is no “best” way to cosplay, hence the quotes, but I think my meaning is clear.) The average cosplay at a con doesn’t look like that, certainly not while walking around the floor, and there are a lot of beginners around, or people who cosplay for reasons other than the construction, and there is nothing wrong with that. I’d actually recommend looking at con coverage photos and videos, or digging through the tags for local cons. You’ll often see photos here that are hall shots (not staged photoshoots), usually taken by fans of the series because they like the character, not because the cosplayer looks like they just stepped off a movie set. Look at photos and videos of crowds and gatherings. You’ll see a lot of cosplayers there of all skill levels – you’ll fit right in no matter what your costume looks like. 

And hey, a lot of attendees will see your costume and be amazed by it even if you only see flaws! People are often just excited to see their favorite characters, or don’t notice all of the tiny things that went “wrong” that you might.  

It can be hard to deal with feeling of inadequacy, but you’ll get to the level of skill you want to be at faster than you think if you continue to work at it. Here’s the secret: a lot of artists (cosplayers included) are hardest on their own work. Even someone like me, who has been cosplaying for nearly 15 years, deals with these feelings. The secret to overcoming it is not to look at other people’s work (”this person is at a way higher level than I am and they just started!” or “I’ll never make anything that amazing!”), but to look at how far you’ve come, and what you are proud of in your own work. I’m a pretty practical person, so if I ever do feel that kind of inadequacy, I usually stop, identify where I can improve, and set out to do those specific things. Even then, you will see your flaws, while others will see your strengths. Learn to identify your strengths and appreciate them, and work on the things that you see as flaws. Know that no one can do everything perfectly, and learn to embrace that.

I mention my own experiences here because you sound like the kind of cosplayer I am. I’m the type who has the most fun with the construction aspect of it, and has fun trying to plan out and problem solve a cosplay, and then showing off all my hard work. Not everyone places as much personal importance on those aspects of the hobby, so this kind of advice doesn’t really apply to those who have different versions of fun. This answer isn’t meant to be a “you have to have good construction to be a good cosplayer” response, but since you specifically want advice on construction skill, I would guess that you’re the type who likes to make things.  

You’ll get there, but remember that you are always allowed to be at the skill level you are at. Always.  

Fabrickind / Q&A Staff

Paper Hearts (Part 3)

Originally posted by tbhobi

Genre: Angst/fluff

♡ Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

♡ Length: 3.5k

♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.

Part 1 ♡ Part 2  ♡ Part 3   Part 4

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Submit To Me (Khan x Reader)

A/N: So, reader is a bit shy, a bit, and in a relationship, but encounters the very sexy Khan. That’s it. And drama consumes. ALSO contains an OC boyfriend for reader.

Warnings: SMUT LEMON 

You were in a hurry. As a nurse you had countless of assignments and places to be in. When you had graduated you thought your job would be peaceful, boring at times even, but you were proven wrong.

On U.S.S. Enterprise you had so much to do. So many tasks to fulfill and so many crew members to tend to. You were organize and kept your workshop tidy even when you were needed elsewhere. And people counted on it. When you went out even to just for a minute something went missing. Your coworkers on your station were constantly borrowing your supplies. They were not as organized as you and when they were in need of something they knew exactly where you kept the needed instrument and they would take it. The excuses were always the same. Everyone were always in a hurry and needed the said tool in hand at that exact second. You had scolded them, told them to take care of their own supplies but being way too nice never got you anywhere. They knew you wouldn’t get mad. And you didn’t want to snap at your friends. You got along with almost everyone on the ship and didn’t want to change it, even if there was need for it.

You dashed through the hall, you had your supplies in a bag with you, jogging past crew members that made room for you. You didn’t know would you be needing all your tools or even any of them, but this was your solution to your coworkers borrowing your stuff. Knowing you would hear from this, but deciding to do it anyway you pressed the kit closer to your chest in a way it looked like to be your most important and cherished item.

You had been assigned to take care of the prisoner aboard. It wasn’t something unheard of, but you were nervous. You had never been assisting on taking care of a prisoner’s wellbeing especially when it came to murderers. This was way over your league, but you had been assigned for it so you would complete the task. You were usually assisting Bones, but even that happened rarely. He was busy and he was able to complete his assignments on his own.

The lights were flashing over your head as you passed each one on your way to your new work stead, your eyes becoming irritated by the brightness and a headache starting to build up. It was one of the ship’s inside’s structures that you disliked. The lights were too bright for your liking, they were never dim and always shone upon you in a mocking way. You tended to get headaches easily from flashing lights so you kept painkillers with you all the time. Even now your fingers itched to seek one of the pills from your dress’ pocket and shoving it down your throat even if you had to do it without water to flush it down.

Next to the door, the entry of the interrogation room stood Bones. He was looking more grumpy than ever, holding his hand over his chest and massaging it. He wasn’t paying attention to the people passing by and only noted your presence when you came right beside him. His head turned, his eyes fixing on you. His expression was the same as before he noticed you, irritated and as if he was in pain. Mentally and physically, but probably more mentally.

”I thought you were supposed to tend the prisoner.” You said with a soft voice, eyeing his arm and then your eyes reaching up to meet his. ”What happened?” You added as you let your hands meet Bones’ that he stretched towards you, giving you the chance of examine for possible injuries.

”I broke my writs.” Bones said. ”That is why I was resigned from ’tending’ the new quest.” His voice dripped of venom. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his demeanor. He always hated it when the ship would be loaded with prisoners. It made his job less interesting and waste his time. He always said, not bothering with captain with his usual speech since he never listened, but to you and the other people on your station, how he was here only for the crew. An enemy was an enemy and Bones couldn’t care less for their wellbeing, they could just go and die all he cared, but you, having a more lay back personality, shrugged his cold ideology away.

But if Bones was resigned, did it mean you would be alone in charge of the patient? You had always been an assistant, even if you were capable of working on your own, but didn’t think it to happen so soon, or without any initialization.

”Yes, it’s definitely broken.” You stated and gave pressure on the swollen wrist, not enough to hurt Bones but enough to feel how much the skin had thickened. Bones scoffed, muttering he told you so, but didn’t mock you directly.

”The captain asked you to replace me?” Bones switched the subject, studying your reaction. It didn’t sound like a question, more of wondering, like he was asking you to confirm his suspicion. You looked up at Bones, your soft eyes shining under the hallway’s lights.

”Yes, I think so, I mean it wasn’t the captain who called me here, but I take it you weren’t in charge of this change of plan?” You doubted.

”No, it wasn’t me.” Bones told you. His eyes turned away, but he let you tend his arm.

”So, how is he?” You asked carefully, wrapping Bones’ wrist with a bandage. After you secured his wrist and had tied the bandage Bones pulled his hand back. He eyed your work and then moved aside from the door way and with a cold tone he said, ”Go see yourself.” And then he left.

You did as you were told and went in, your supply bag pressed against your right side and your left hand fixing your dress’ hem from running. You were met by Kirk and Spock, they turned towards you when the door closed behind you. Spock’s gaze was intense, but that was how he always looked like, expressionless and distant. You didn’t much know about him or know him, he usually kept to himself or around the captain, only talking to you if needed to.

Kirk was tense, his muscles cramping. You didn’t usually see this side of your captain as he normally was really care free person, but he was always doing his best on work and duty. He passionate about leading his crew and completing the missions he had been given.

You gazed at the man behind the glass wall, the brightly light room. If you weren’t used to the futuristic style of the ship it would look deluxe to be a cell. It reminded of an aquarium really, no iron bars like in the past there would be, just a huge glass separating the prisoner from you. The cell a bit higher from the floor, making you all look up while investigating tall prisoners. There was a bed that reminded more of a hard bench. You always wondered did any of the prisoners even really sleep on it? Even the floor looked more appealing.

He was tall, pale and he had captivating eyes. For a prisoner you were surprised how god he looked even if you didn’t admit it. His black, beautiful hair was pulled back, giving a nice view for his face. His cheek bones were something to envy. So deep and perfect. His body was lean, the black tight shirt he had on conformed his muscles and the collar of the shirt climbed up his neck by couple of inches, not too high to cover that thick and powerful neck of his. His adam’s apple shadowed by his strong chin.

”(Y/n), I’m glad you could make it.” Your captain said by trying to sound happy and relieved, but it didn’t reflect on his expression. He seemed nervous. Even pissed if you could say. Had he been provoked? Had something happened? And why had Bones broke his wrist? ”Your assignment-” Kirk started but you cut him off.

”I was informed.” You told him softly, gazing at Spock who had called for you.

Kirk’s jaw clenched, and you were getting ready to be scolded for interrupting, but he surprised you by just nodding and saying, ”Good, I’ll leave you to it.” And as wanting to make Kirk second guess his choice for giving you this assignment you stupidly asked him, ”What am I supposed to do?”

Kirk looked at his side, his eyebrows furrowing for a second but then raising back up. He gave you a forced smile. ”Start by taking a blood sample of him.” Kirk  then glared at the man in the cell, his index finger pointing at the tall man warningly. ”And if you hurt her, I will make sure you will go through the consequences.” This of course didn’t affect the criminal in any way, he even smirked at Kirk’s threats.

You were left alone with the man in the cell, Kirk had stormed off, Spock following him but not without looking at you as if trying to figure you out. He was probably doubting would you be able to pull this one out and you had to admit you were also suspecting your own possibilities. Had this man hurt Bones? Had he been the one to break Bones’ wrist? And now he was your responsibility.

You cleared your throat and took a step forward. Before you could say anything, the man in the cell had straightened his hand towards you and the glass. You eyed him, not understanding what he was doing and asking him, ”What are you-” but he cut you off. ”You were supposed to take a blood sample.” His voice was deep, as if a stereo with a heavy bass it shook you from the inside. You could feel some of your body hair stand up when the sound of him washed through you.

You dragged a device on the glass, creating a hole on it for him to put his hand through for you to take some of his blood. You placed the needle on his vein, but kept your hands as far from him as you could. You didn’t want your wrists to be broken. You were wondering why he had offered his hand to you so willingly, if he had attacked Bones, well that of course was what you suspected. It wasn’t confirmed yet so you weren’t sure.

”Did you hurt Bones?” You asked, daring to make eye contact with the man. His eyes were intensively staring at you. He looked like an owl, or maybe something more wicked minded animal. Something big and vice, but he had a predatory aura around him which made you weary of him. He was observing every move you made, every breath you take. He didn’t seem human at all, but then there was something that made you think he was more human than anyone you’ve ever met, even the people on the ship seemed less human than him. You couldn’t put your finger on it, how a thought like that had found it’s way to your head, but you didn’t bother to seek the answer to it. You always tended to overthink and you often let these kinds of theories pass in your head, letting them go as you knew there was nothing to it.

”Yes.” He said, his eyes narrowed as he studied you. You took the needle off him, letting him pull his hand back and closing the window you had created on the glass. You put the sample and your tool to your bag, then stood straight.

”Why didn’t you hurt me?” You asked, even if you didn’t think there would be a reason to his actions, but like you usually did, asked stupid questions that made you regret opening your mouth in the first place.

”I wouldn’t hurt a girl as pretty as you.” He said and you could almost swear you had seen him smile. ”My name is Khan.” He said to your surprise. You tried to get the blush from your cheeks to vanish, but were sure you only managed to turn more red. You smiled to Khan warmly and said, ”I’m (Y/n).” Even if he had heard your name before, you still wanted to introduce yourself on your own. There was something that made you want to trust him, as if you had found the same tune. Like you were the same, but that was stupid. He was nothing like you and you nothing like him. Couldn’t be.

”Why did you hurt Bones?” You tried to get the blush on your cheeks fade by changing the subject. You were successful but felt like your plan back fired as you saw a scowl appear on Khan’s face.

”I don’t like him.” He stated like a child. You chuckled, your hand quickly covering your mouth. You didn’t like to talk behind anyone’s back or laughing at others. You liked Bones. He was funny when he went through his negative feelings and ranted. He actually enjoyed it when he made you laugh at his rage quits. It relaxed him.

”He’s alright when you get to know him.” You told Khan even if it wasn’t relevant. Khan wouldn’t need to get to know anyone on the ship and you doubted he even wanted to. You shook your head, laughing slightly.

”What?” For a second you thought he had been laughing himself, amused by your relaxed composure, but you thought you had heard wrong. You lift your head back up, had been looking at you feet for a second.

”It probably isn’t your concern with who you get along and with who you don’t.” It was a statement. You were sure you were right. There was no way terrorist like him would care about others. He probably didn’t even have any friends. You felt a sting in your heart.

”I wouldn’t say it to be my number one priority, but if I need someone to become an ally of mine I will put all my efforts on it.” Khan stared deep into you. He was trying to figure you out and you were trying to do the same. Was he saying he would be using others if he found them valuable? ”And if I find someone intriguing I will make my move towards them.” You swallowed. You didn’t know what to say.

You stayed quiet for a minute. The silence around you was intense and crushing. You could almost hear the agonizing silence ticking in your ears, pressuring you to do something like your life depended on it. There was something in his words that you needed to get out of your head before your imagination would get loose.

You hesitated for a while before asking him shyly, your eyes wondering to your right in shame, ”Are you hungry?” To this Khan furrowed his eyebrows as if you had spoken in a language he didn’t understand.

”Hungry?” He repeated. The sudden change of subject puzzling him. He had waited you to try questioning what he had said before, but was unsuccessful as you went make a line between the present and the past conversations.

”Yes, I’m supposed to be in charge of your wellbeing which includes of making sure you are fed.” You felt bad how you built your sentence and went to apologize. ”Sorry, I didn’t mean to make it sound like you are a caged animal.” To you it had sounded like he was a dog and for some reason you didn’t want him to feel that way. You hated that you felt something towards this man, was it sympathy? You didn’t even know why he had done those terrible acts you had heard of, but seeing him standing in front of you changed your view of him. Comparing to something similar like being always warned about monsters and when finally being able to face one, realizing just how wrong everyone had been. It’s not what it looks like. Stories are just stories and you shouldn’t count on rumors. But these were no rumors. They were facts, and you still felt something pulling you towards Khan.

”I won’t mind.” Khan said, meaning the choice of your words. He took a step to his right, turned his left side to you, but his eyes were on you the whole time. ”And yes, I could eat something.” He admitted and turned his front to face the glass , and you, again.

You smiled at Khan, told him you would be back in an hour and left the room. You went to the kitchen, got some bread and water, then wondered would it be okay with Khan. You shook your head, Khan was a prisoner. He would have to eat what you gave him. That second you felt the same kind of sting in your heart as before when you were with Khan. You didn’t know why you felt bad for him, but you knew you weren’t rude and cold towards others and wouldn’t be doing so even now. A prisoner or not, you would treat him like a human being.

You retreated from the kitchen with the tray and entered the round room where Khan was still standing where you left him, in his cell, in the center of it and close to the glass.

You made a hole to the glass once again, a look of disappointment and sadness filled Khan’s face when you handed him the tray through the hole. You couldn’t pin point why he made such an expression. Was it because of the food? Or something else? You didn’t ask him, or get to ask him when the main door opened. You gazed towards the door, closing the hole on the glass and smiled. There came four men marching in. It was Kirk, Spock, Bones and Wax.

Wax took long steps to your way and scooped you to his arms, giving you a hug and kissed the top of your head, smiling down on you.

Wax was your boyfriend and a mechanic. He had been serving Kirk longer than you and persuaded you to graduate to company him on the missions on the same ship with him. You had been lucky that Kirk had found you useful as you had doubted against it. Your self-confidence was usually low, but Wax was always there to boost it up as much as it was possible.

When Wax had come to you, Khan glared at the man. If looks could kill Wax would be dead by now, but neither of you saw his expression as you were concentrated on each other.

”How’s your day been so far?” Wax asked. You pushed the brown hair on his forehead aside from hovering over his brown eyes. There was a tint of red in his short locks that were able to be seen in the bright lights on the ship. Wax was taller than you, his chin reached your forehead, he was pale also, but not as pale as Khan. He wasn’t as muscular as Khan, but he was in good shape for your liking. The two of you had been together for two years now, but were in no hurry to get engaged.

”It’s been nice, different from usual, but nice.” You smiled. ”Oh!” You gasp as you remembered there were other people present and hurried to take the blood sample from your bag. You had almost forgot it. ”Here is the blood sample.” You told Bones and handed it to him. He took it and left without saying a word. Kirk on the other hand gazed at Khan, suspicious and so was Spock, but he wasn’t showing it as clearly as Kirk.

”He didn’t hurt you?” Kirk finally asked. You shook your head, Wax still holding you on his side by one arm wrapped behind your back.

”No, we’re good.” You said calmly. Kirk nodded and informed you what else you needed to do. He told you how you were in charge of everything that involved the said prisoner and if anything would happen you were in charge of the consequences. This made you nervous, as you had never even babysit a child and now you were to be taking care of a grown man? A criminal non the less? Of course you agreed to everything Kirk said, nodding your head and repeating over and over again, ”Yes, captain.” to anything he said. After the long lecture, Spock and Kirk left with Wax, who kissed you on the cheek, telling you he’d stay awake and wait for you in the room you shared.

When you were alone with Khan again, you saw he had eaten and drank all the water you gave him while you were being informed of your new tasks. He handed you the empty tray which you set on a table in the center of the room. ”Tell me if you need anything.” You told Khan, who nodded. He felt distant. Like he was deep in thought. You didn’t want to bother him so you stayed silent. What were all those things you were supposed to be doing again?

Days passed and Khan grew friendly towards you. He would ask you questions and answer to yours. He became curious of your past, your hopes and decisions. You two shared hours with each other just talking. He didn’t tell you anything Kirk didn’t know of, yet that is, and you doubted he ever would. Why would he? Such an intelligent person with wicked mind like his would never open up to a nurse, a girl like you. A superior at everything he was and as he talked lowly of your crew you knew he thought you normal humans were inferior compared to him.

At times when you were talking about the crew Khan would give you suspicious looks and doubting what you said, correcting you when you said something wrong, such as how weak human were in his opinion and you telling him that that is just the way you were build. He would make statements that informed you he didn’t think like that about you, how you were different. He wouldn’t correct himself on why he said that, even if you questioned him. You just thought it was something even he didn’t know the reason to, but he did. He just wasn’t ready to say it yet.

You were now talking about the ship U.S.S. Enterprise and how you had ended in here. Khan had become very interested on your relations with Wax, but he was careful enough with his questions, not giving away just how interested he was.

”I met Wax when I was visiting the Starfleet Academy. He was graduating and he was leading the tour. He was so passionate about his graduation and his new career. I wasn’t sure back then what I wanted to study and he was so sure of his future. He gave me hope I would be finding my own calling and then we started seeing each other. As friends at first of course, then we ended up together and before I knew it he was leaving. He told me he was going to be leaving on captain Kirk’s side and would be away for months. He then encouraged me to start studying something, anything that would be done on the ship so we wouldn’t need to be separated for so many times and for long amount of time.” Your gaze was on the floor. You kept fiddling the laces of your shoes while you sat on the floor of Khan’s cell. You had stayed there after checking his heart beat after the ship and suddenly came to a stop, making almost everyone on abroad stumble. To your surprise the cut on the back Khan’s head had healed fast and there was nothing wrong with him as he insisted. He had asked you why you were here and you had taken a seat on the floor, starting to talk.

”I told Wax I had always been interested in medication and there it started. He advised me to start studying.” You met Khan’s gaze on you. He was sitting on the edge of the excuse of a bed he had in his cell, his hands clasped together in between his legs as he hunched over you, listening carefully.

”He lured you to specialize in medication.” It was more of a statement, not a question. You reacted to his assault on your boyfriend and went to correct him.

”No, I really wanted to do it, and I enjoyed studying the subjects.” You stared at Khan, your head was empty of all thoughts as you continued. ”This is our third mission on aboard together.” Your tone lowered, Khan could sense the sadness in your voice that had started to build and when you hung your head low he was sure you were feeling bad. ”Wax wants to settle. He said he misses the earth and wants to retire from his job on aboard. He’s thought about doing the mechanic’s work on land, fixing and building ships and weapons.”

”What do you want?” Khan asked with his deep but calm voice. He was leading you forward on your story, but you had no idea what he was up to. He was leaning over you, almost falling from the side as he got closer to his destination on the conversation.

”I don’t know.” You say and look at your hands. You sigh and look through the glass wall. ”I’m gonna miss the space. I never thought I’d fall in love with it, or the movement of the ship. And how every member of the crew is so… Close. It’s like a family.” You didn’t see it, but something in Khan changed. He looked at you, like seeing in the mirror for first time. He saw himself in you, in a way and the mention of family opened him up.

”Come here.” Khan said. He pat a spot next to him on the bed. You weren’t sure should you get so close to him, it wasn’t a problem when you needed to examine him but by your own choice, sit next to him, so close? You hesitated for a second, but stood up, walking next to him and sat down. You made sure there was enough room between the two of you. Your right shoulder brushed the glass wall, it’s cold surface making you shiver as your bare hand made contact. You made sure that you weren’t touching Khan. He would probably find it uncomfortable if you did, but you didn’t know the half of it.

Khan was disappointed how far you sat from him. He felt like you didn’t trust him even if he hadn’t made any moves towards you. He didn’t want to hurt you and he still tried to prove it to you. He found himself seeking for your touch, just a caress of your skin would be enough for him. Or so he thought for now.

”I don’t want to go back on earth. I want to see the world, I want to meet new people, see new planets. On earth I feel so… Grounded.” You chuckled at your own joke. You catch Khan placing his right hand on your left thigh, close to your knee. You look up to see him staring. You saw something you never had before. He looked so soft, not even a hint left of the man you had seen in him when you first met him. You couldn’t understand how this gentle man could be a murderer, how this soft side existed deep in him that no one else got to experience.

”You don’t have to give up on your hopes and dreams, (Y/n).” Khan said. His touch sent shivers down your spine, the skin tingling through your clothes from where his hand lay.

”But I don’t want to choose between Wax and my dreams.” You whispered.

”Maybe he isn’t the man for you.” Khan said softly, his voice nearly above a whisper. He moved forward, his lips pressed against yours and his hand on your thigh landed on top of your left hand. You let him kiss you, for you were frozen. He was gentle and slow as if he was testing how far you would let him go, but since you didn’t stop him, he nibbled your bottom lip, asking for entrance to your mouth and the spark his teeth sent through you was enough to snap you out of it.

You pushed Khan away, making enough room for you to stand up and so did Khan, but his hand was still holding yours and as you were heading out he yanked you back to him. You stumbled against him, supporting yourself with your free hand on his chest and looked upwards.

”Don’t go.” Khan said huskily. His free arm sneaked on your back, pressing you against him and keeping you in place. Your heart beat faster and with your mind racing you couldn’t come up with a plan of escaping his embrace. Then again, would you really want to leave? Yes. You did. You had a boyfriend and a job. You weren’t even supposed to be on this side of the glass wall.

”I can’t…” Your words drowned in your throat. You didn’t know what to say.

”I can feel your heart beat.” Khan growled in your ear. ”I can see how you look at me. You want this as much as I do.” He kissed the spot under your ear repeatedly and as you shook in place he tightened his grip on you. You bit your lip, trying to keep yourself from gasping, moaning or even breathing when Khan’s lips travelled down your neck. ”Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll stop.” His hot breath on your neck made you shiver. You took your time, trying to prepare yourself, make it sound as convincing as you could.

”I don’t” You took a breath. ”want you.” You knew from Khan’s body language he was paying close attention to what you said, but the chuckle that rumbled through his body proved you he knew you lied. You knew it was a lie, but you couldn’t live with yourself if you now cheated on Wax.

”I don’t believe you.” Khan said warningly, he had pulled his head back so he could see you. Your body tensed as you knew he wouldn’t let you go. He would take you here and now if you couldn’t come up with anything. And you knew if you’d let him go far enough you wouldn’t want him to stop. Khan lowered his head, his lips met yours again, you tilted your head back allowing him to kiss you, but weren’t going to submit to him. You bit his lip, tasting blood when he pulled away, but kept his hold on you. He glared at you and licked the blood from his lips. You knew you couldn’t fight him and there was only one thing you could do. A cowards act it was, but you had no choice.

You kneed him in the groin with all your might, then retreating from him when he loosened his grip on you, doubling over in pain. He didn’t hurt as much as any other normal man would, but it gave you enough time. You dashed to the door. You fought against turning and gazing him over your shoulder, knowing he would have already overpowered the pain you put him through and that he could’ve still stopped you.

When you were out of the cell you left the whole interrogation room, Khan yelling after you and hitting the glass wall with his fists, the sound echoing in your ears long after you had left.

You walked with a quick pace, not looking back, tears blurring your vision. You had no idea where you would go or should go. You thought of going to face the captain and demand him to release you from your duty, but you shook your head. You didn’t need to go near him. You only needed to hand him his food through the glass and that’s it. Or so you hoped.

The next three days you visited Khan you brought him food, avoided making unnecessary eye contact and gave him the silent treatment. He had tried only once to talk with you, but as you didn’t answer him he realized there was nothing he could he do to make you talk. Or so you thought.

The fourth day after your make out session with Khan you went to visit the prisoner you got a call. You were informed Khan had been in an incident and needed your treatment. You hurried to the interrogation room, all your supplies with you and what you saw almost stopped your heart. ”Oh my god.” You gasped taking in the view.

Khan’s hair hang over his face, he was sitting on the bed, his back pressed against the wall. His hair was dripping blood and there were several cuts on his forehead. You deduced he had hit his head against the back wall since there was a huge blood stain on the center of the white surface.

When Khan heard you entering the room he got to his feet and looked at you through his hair. He was tense and impatiently waiting for what you would do.

Without thinking much further you went and entered the cell, standing next  to Khan and taking a hold of the sides of his face. You pushed his hair back, gasping and wailing while you examined his injuries.

”Don’t worry, I’ll heal fast.” Khan said, his hands taking a gentle hold of your wrists. He never made a move to pull his head back from your hands, and he actually leaned closer.

”What happened?” You asked him. Khan’s hair kept falling over his face and you kept combing it back with your fingers. His eyes stared at you and he said with a little smile, ”I needed to see you.” Your eyes went wide. You pulled away, about to step back, but just like last time, Khan took a hold of you, he pulled you back to him, not to fall on him, keeping you on your feet. ”Don’t go.” He whispered. You did pity him. He looked weak and everything he wasn’t supposed to in your care. You were in charge of him and you had ruined him. You had to step up for your captain. You had to do your job.

You leaned closer, your eyes scanned the cuts on Khan’s face and when he finally trusted that you wouldn’t run he let you move your hands freely. He sat at the edge of his bed again, you taking a towel from your bag. The towel was about the size of your palm and you licked the fabric, moisturizing it and then wiped the blood from his face. ”If you needed to see me you should’ve just waited a minute. I was just about to come here to check on you like I’m supposed to.” You scolded the man.

”You took too long.” Khan muttered. ”Besides you wouldn’t have come this close. I needed to touch you.” You stopped what you were doing. You thought about leaving there and then but you knew you it wouldn’t solve anything. He had just attempted to smash his head open because you wouldn’t talk to him. Because he wanted you on this side of the glass.

You returned to wipe his face with the cloth, not saying anything or looking at him. You were distant and it pained Khan. He sighed and straightened his back. You couldn’t help but pull back as he moved, worried he tried to do something to you. He only rested his back against the wall, now sitting more properly and looked away.

”You know why I’m here?” Khan asked. What did he say? Was this it? Was this now your moment to shine? To finally get something out of this man? Get information of what he was up to? You didn’t answer, but your expression gave it away how surprised you were of the turn of the event. ”I’m here because of my crew.”

”You have a crew?” You asked and hearing your voice made Khan smile. He missed your voice, he missed it all the time. Every second he longed to hear you laugh, talk or even just sigh.

”Yes, and your captain has them in prisoned on this ship.” Khan spat in hatred.

You shook your head. Kirk wouldn’t keep such an information from his crew. He wouldn’t leave you in the dark with such a big thing. Khan had to be wrong. He had to be mistaken. ”There aren’t any other prisoners-”

”He doesn’t know they’re here.” Khan scoffed, rolling his eyes. He wasn’t pissed at you, you knew that. But he was raged by even talking about his crew being in the hands of your captain.

”What do you mean?” You asked, scooting closer towards him. Khan didn’t expect you to approach him, but he was happy to see you could relax in his present. ”How many of them are there?”

”Seventy-two.” Khan said. You gasped, realizing he meant the torpedoes.

”But that’s the exact-” Khan cut you off.

”They are inside of the torpedoes.” Khan kept explaining how his crew ended in the torpedoes and how Marcus had used his friends against him. You knew if Kirk would hear from this he would fight against Marcus. Kirk wouldn’t let something like this pass.

”You have to tell Kirk.” You said, taking his hands in yours. ”He wont hand you to Marcus if you just tell him.” But you couldn’t assure him. Khan shook his head at you, caressing your palms with his thumbs.

”Maybe he won’t hand me to Marcus, but I will still be in prisoned and my crew will forever be frozen and asleep.” You couldn’t argue with that. You knew he couldn’t avoid getting a sentence from what he’d done. He would rot in prison for the rest of his life if he would be left alive.

”Please promise me you will tell him. That way your crew will be safe and alive at least. There isn’t much you can lose.” You scooted even closer towards him. A spark light up in his eyes as you became so close. Khan leaned closer, his forehead resting on your body and he said, ”I will tell him, if you promise me something in return.”

”What is it?” You hurried him.

”Stay with me.” You sifted in your spot uncomfortably. ”Please, (Y/n). I need you.” Khan pulled you to his lap, his arms wrapping around you as he hugged you close. You didn’t dare to struggle. He was so broken and he feared he would lose you. Was he scared of dying? Or being locked away? Or just the thought of losing you made him act this way?

Your hands tangled in his hair, his head rested in the crook of your neck, his breath tickling your skin. The position you were in was intimate, not in a dirty way but in the other way. You had never felt this way with Wax. You had never felt being so loved and cared for as you did now and at the same time you were scared. What if you would fall for him?

”Let me have you.” Khan desperately whispered. Your body tensed at the words and your head pulled back an inch. ”I need you more than ever.” He pulled his head back, his eyes narrowed for… Was it lust? His lips were on yours, the kiss was just like the first one, but now more needy. He asked for access to your mouth by licking your lower lip, to which you answered with parting your lips. Khan growled for he was pleased by your cooperation. His tongue invaded your mouth, wrestling against yours and gaining the dominance. His hands pulled you closer to him while you still sat on his lap, his fingers gripping your dress from the back as if his life depended on this moment he shared with you.

Khan’s lips didn’t leave yours for the next three minutes, but when they did, you only parted for gasping for air, then he started kissing you again. His hand travelled down your dress, the other still keeping you in place, securing you from your back. When he found the hem of your dress he guiding it upwards, and you went to stop him. You pulled your head back from the kiss, but Khan didn’t stop. His lips travelled down your neck, making you gasp for air as you had become sweaty and turned on.

”Khan I can’t.” You gasped. Your head snapped back as Khan sucked on your skin, a weak spot on your neck, his hand still pushing your dress, your hand on his never stopping him from doing so.

”Fight me.” He said daringly. He knew you couldn’t. He knew you could deny him verbally but that was the best you could do. You couldn’t fight him off even if you tried. You just couldn’t. It was simply impossible to even gain your strength to push yourself away form him and you didn’t want that. You wanted to be there. You wanted to let him have you. You could stay in this moment for the rest of your life.

Khan had pushed your dress over your stomach, he was now unclasping your bras under your dress but never stopped kissing your neck. Your breathing was heavy, your eyes half closed. You pulled Khan’s shirt up his torso, Khan pulled back, letting you pull the shirt off of him entirely, then he did the same to you. You were now only in your boots and panties, when Khan still had his pants and shoes.

In the next minute the both of you stood up and had stripped from your clothes and Khan had lifted you back on his bed. The bed was hard on your back, but it would have to do. You tried to sit up so you could get on top of him, but he pushed you to lay on your back the second you attempted to straighten your back. He was aggressive and dominating. It turned you on like you had never felt anything like this. Like you had never had sex, never even felt aroused in your entire life.

He let you part your legs, eyeing the between of your legs hungrily. His hands ran up from your knees to your thighs, positioning himself between your legs. His fingers caressed you softly and in adoring way as if you were a goddess, he made you feel like never before.

Khan took his time to savor the moment, to worship your curves and skin. You felt like there was no place he hadn’t touched you from, your body tingling from everywhere. Khan took a hold of your waist and pulled you closer. His eyes begged for your approval, for his affection and to him to bed you. You permit him.

Khan situated his hardness against your entrance, waiting a second before starting to push in you. You gasped at the sensation, your fingers grasping his neck. He pulled out just so his tip was in you and then thrusted back in. You moaned out loud, louder than ever. You couldn’t keep it in. You couldn’t stay quiet but there was no need doing so in the first place.

”(Y/n).” Khan moaned. His cock went deep into you, his muscles tensing as he thrusted in and pulled out. You wrapped your legs around his back, clinging on him and you moaned his name. You moved in sync while getting close.

Both of you were already starting to get sweaty, your bodies radiating warmth that intoxicated you. The glass wall at the end of the bed started to get foggy behind your head.

Khan kissed your shoulder, his breath brushing over your skin and like the glass wall you felt like his breath was clinging on your body, getting foggy and moist from his steamy breath. You kept him there, your left hand around his neck and your right scratching his back. You sucked in a breath, your eyes flying open as you got closer to your release. You could sense Khan getting close as well, his breathing quickening and his pace growing. He was growling, pulling you closer towards his heated body, not leaving even an inch between the two of you.

”You’re mine, (Y/n).” Khan moaned wickedly, this made a spark shoot through you. A feeling of realization washing over you, but it went over your head the second it appeared and you gasped. You came right then, Khan’s cock pulsing in you, he too was coming and he was coming right inside you. He made no attempt on pulling out and he shot his cum deep into you.

Khan kept you pulled against him, trying to even your breathing you waited there until you were over your climax completely, and for Khan to trust to let go of you. Sweat drops went down your legs, some of it was Khan’s, but you didn’t mind. You had experienced something amazing, something you had never thought to be possible. The pleasure Khan had been able to make you feel was over your imagination. There was nothing you could be able to compare to this. It was something original and unique.

It took you both some time to pull yourselves back together, Khan was still towering over you, a smirk on his lips as he panted. He had pulled out of you, his hands on either side of your face as he supported himself. You could feel your eyes drifting shut, begging for sleep and rest, and as Khan saw that he lay down beside you, pulling you to him. You snuggled closer, your head on his chest and let the sleep consume you.


To Be Continued?

My Queen

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

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Imagine: You went to Camille’s birthday party, where you had a lovely night, but, on the way back to your house, a bad guy gets to you. Lucky for you, you have an Original to your hero.

Word Count: 3K 

The night in New Orleans was pretty darn cold when you left your building to walk towards the Rousseau’s in order to celebrate Camille’s birthday. She had invited you a week ago and said it would be only a small gathering of friends, which was why you agreed on going. Otherwise, since you hated the idea of huge parties (they were incredibly loud and filled with inconvenient people), it was very likely you would blow this thing off.

A shudder invaded your body and you tried warm yourself by rubbing your hands on the gift you were carrying. It was just a couple of psychology books, nothing special, but the kind your friend would appreciate it. Matter fact, the blonde was so sweet that she would not mind it if you swung by empty handed.

One particular circumstance bothered you, though. Cami became friends, a while ago, with a very… Different man. Klaus Mikaelson, the guy’s name, was new in town when he met her. Yet, she soon was converted to his favourite obsession. The man followed her to work and home, completely taking out her privacy. It was an abusive, sick thing. So, one day, the words just slipped, asking why O'Connell would not get a restraining order or so, forbidding him to keep harassing her. The woman softly smiled, padding on your back, and said it was complicated, nearly useless, to do that.

And, for short period of time, you got yourself wondering why would Camille say something like that. However, considering no one eased your doubt, you decided it was time you did your own research, so that you would discover what was his secret, why no one seemed to have the strength to fight him off. It was when Klaus noticed you, a witty tiny human who had the guts to look upon his past. Of course he would develop interest on you. It was so clear now… The man was keen to people who challenged him, who intrigued him, which was exactly what you offered.

Unfortunately, his crush on you was not what concerned you. Oh, no. That was the least of your problems… What really troubled you was your own feelings. Because, ever since he started to fancy you, Klaus Mikaelson had been a true gentleman. Sending lovely gifts alongside breath taking letters, also, any time the man approached you, your heart started to race on your chest. Your cheeks turned red and, heck, you started to stutter. It was ridiculous.

A stupid tune began to play, announcing a call. You swiftly snatched the phone out of your back pocket, answering it right away.

“Hello?” You said, glancing over the pub that was only a few inches far from where you stood.

Are you running late?” A tender voice asked, gently.

“Oh, hi, Cami. No. Actually, I’m just outside the Rousseau’s.”

Ah, then I guess this was one hell of unnecessary call.

“There’s no problem.” You giggled, happily. “Uh, I should hang up. I’m coming in.”

“OK!”

Her voice ceased and you watched yourself pondering before getting inside. What if he was in there? Standing with his cocky smirk and a glass of whiskey in one hand? Or what if today was the day? The day when you would let it all go and just accept the love Klaus said he had for you? So many unresolved issues haunting your mind… You felt like you were about burst.

It was no time to be a coward, though, so you swallowed your fear and took another step towards the place.

“Hey!” The blonde cheered, seeing you standing by the door. “Come on in. Everyone is waiting!”

Camille dragged you to the bar, where a bunch of her friends were. So far, Davina was the only one you recognised. She waved at you and a hint of smile curved her lips. The brown haired girl was such a nice kid, despite all the pain and loss she had to face. You admired her for that.

Your attention was soon stolen by the awesome bartenders who were fixing up cool drinks. Two seconds after that, Cami babbled an excuse and went to back to stock your gift among the others she had received, leaving you all alone.

“May I keep you company?” A deep voice whispered, making you jitter. “It’s sad to see a beautiful lady like yourself so alone at a party.”

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