i just got distracted with his face

Six Years and Seven Days

This is pretending that Bellamy could hear Clarke talking all those years, she just can’t hear him responding, and that the ship at the end is them coming back to Earth. 

So…pain. 


Day Three

“Bellamy…are you up there? Are you alive? Is anyone alive?”

Static.

“I only woke up yesterday. At least, I think it was yesterday. I barely made it into the bunker in time, but I made it. And the computer says it’s been three days since the radiation hit, and I was so hungry I thought I might die. Please tell me you didn’t die.”

Silence.

“Bellamy, my mom was right. In a way. My face is disgusting, covered in boils. You’d be laughing at me…probably. Because she was right but so were you. I’m not dead Bellamy. I hope you aren’t either.”

His fingers slammed on the respond button, pushing it down to the point of it feeling like it would crack from the pressure.

“I’m not dead, Clarke. I’m not dead.”

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Grasping the Obvious

Bucky Barnes was in love, and it seems that everyone figured it out but you. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Fluff, tiny segment of angst. 
Author’s Note: Don’t you love fluff? I do. After writing angst for three days straight I could use a little fluff. Enjoy! This is 3000 words long! 

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Joker imagine: Daddy kink

ifindyourlipssokisssable said:

Could you do an imagine where the reader is J’s girlfriend & she’s cute & needy & heavily into the Daddy kink & it drives him crazy (not able to focus on work) then rough smut happens thxx


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Originally posted by badxbaby

Your P.O.V.

Oh how boring a day could be. J was stuck in his office trying to work as I wandered around the penthouse with absolutely nothing to do. The tv was on, but I gave up trying to find something interesting to watch. Maybe I could talk him through and so we could go out for a drive around the city or something? Being alone was the worst.

‘’Daddy!’’ I whined as soon as I opened his office door.He was sitting on his big leather chair and facing down to some papers. Didn’t even raise his eyes. ‘’Daddy I’m bored’’I told him and walked further into the room. I was wearing his purple button up shirt as my only clothing right now which was something he usually liked.

‘’Go bother Frost or something, I’m busy’’ He mumbled and then grabbed a new paper. I crossed my arms and decided to give this man a break from planning so many crimes. ‘’Come on..We could do something else daddy’’ I winked and leaned against his desk. I knew this was risky, but man I had nothing else to do either. J looked up to me and saw what I was wearing. ‘’Baby girl, daddy is working. I’m coming later’’ He tried to say calmly, but I knew I was getting onto something. 

‘’Ooh that’s a pretty pen’’ I chirped and took his pen from his hand. It was a normal black pen, but I had to get it away from him. ‘’Give it back’’ He demanded and reached out his palm for me. ‘’I don’t think so. You should take a break ‘’ I smiled and then put the pen in the pocket of his shirt that I was wearing. His eyes grew darker and I knew I was pissing him off. 

‘’Y/N I swear to god I need it’’He growled and stood up. Yes. ‘’Come and get it daddy’’ I encouraged him and walked backwards as he came closer. He clenched his jaw and his breathing got husky. He gave me a dark look and then saw a wall nearby. Before I knew it, I was pinned against the wall and J was in front of me. Our eyes met and I saw how full of lust his were. ‘’That’s a start. At least you got your bum off of that chair’’ I chirped happily. He put a finger on my lips and took a deep breath.

‘’I’m really trying to work baby, but you’re making it hard for me’’ J growled with a very serious tone. Just what I wanted to hear. ‘’Sorry. There’s nothing to do so I wanted to come and see you daddy’’ I pouted and then used that one word that always drove him insane. ‘’You know you shouldn’t interrupt me’’ the corners of his mouth curved into a smile. I nodded to let him know that I knew I was breaking the rules.

‘’Such a bad bad girl’’ He whispered darkly and licked his lips. ‘’Sorry daddy’’ I apologized, but I didn’t mean it at all. I knew I was about to get him over the edge. ‘’Careful’’ He warned me and pointed at me with his long finger. ‘’For what?’’  I grinned and then he murmured something under his breath. He was trying to stay calm, but I wasn’t allowing that to happen. ‘’Let’s do something’’ I sighed and pulled his shirt. ‘’You keep misbehaving over and over again. I think someone needs to be punished’’ He suddenly noted and grabbed my wrist. 

Goal achieved.

His eyes darkened and I knew he was angry that I got him away from work. Suddenly he started walking back to the desk and pulled my wrist and forced me to follow him. I tried to contain my excitement as he finally decided to do something. J pushed me against the flat surface and then lifted the hem of the shirt I was wearing so my bum was visible for him.

‘’How many do you think that you deserve, hm?’’ He nearly growled and put his other hand on my back. ‘’I don’t know daddy.. 3?’’ I suggested innocently and fluttered my eyelashes at him. He just chuckled and my suggestion. ‘’You haven’t been that good. I think it’s more like 10′’ He thought out loud and rubbed the skin softly. I knew that his spanks were hard, but I had a weird pain kink, just like the daddy kink that turned us both on.

Then out of the blue he slapped his palm against my ass, making me gasp in surprise. A stinging pain took over, but it was replaced my pleasure. ‘’Count’’ J demanded and then spanked me again. ‘’2′’ I moaned out and held onto the edge of the desk. ‘’Oh..you like this don’t you?’’ He questioned me with a husky voice and slapped my bum cheeks. ‘’3..’’ I whimpered and ignored his question. He was making me extremely wet now. 4..5..6..7..8, all in a row and it made me yell out. My eyes got teary, but I still kept a smile on my face.

‘’Oh you’re such a bad girl Y/N’’ He let me know. ‘’I can’t help it daddy’’ I defended myself and deserved a harder spank, making me groan. ‘’9′’ I muttered and prepared myself for one more. J knew that i got impatient easily. So he waited just to be a damn tease. ‘’You won’t be able to walk tomorrow so you can’t walk in and distract me’’ He warned me with a low voice. Just as I opened my mouth to speak, he spanked me one last time time and caused me to yell out his name.

‘’10′’ I added quickly and then let out a big breath. I heard as he unbuckled his belt, but I didn’t turn to look because I didn’t want to misbehave more. Suddenly he ripped off the shirt from me and threw it somewhere on the floor. ‘’You’re so naughty baby girl..’’ He whispered and then pushed himself into me with no warning. My lips parted and my eyes nearly rolled out of my head from the sudden pleasure.

He put his hands on my waist and then started to pound in and out of my soft wet walls. J held onto me so tightly that I was sure it would leave visible marks. ‘’Yes Daddy!’’ I cried out and gritted my teeth. His movements were rough and harsh, showing no mercy at all. The sudden roughness hurt, but it also felt so good that I wished this bittersweet pleasure would stay forever. 

J grunted in pleasure and thrusted his length so deep I could nearly feel him in my tummy. I could nearly see stars. His hand found my hair and he tugged it a little so I had to lean closer to him with my back, supporting my weigh with my arms. He kept fucking me hard from behind, but soon I felt his lips on my neck. ‘’Are you still bored?’’ he breathed out and smled dirtily. I could barely breathe because I kept moaning and crying out in raw pleasure. My heart was beating faster as adrenaline pumped through my body. ‘’N-No..’’ I stuttered quietly. 

‘’No ,what?’’ He growled and gave me a hard thrust, making my body jump a little and I cursed out a few curse words. ‘’No daddy’’ I let him know and then gulped. It pleased his dirty mind to hear that. An orgasm was forming rapidly and I knew that he wouldn’t stop until he came, not caring about my orgasm. This was my punishment. I’d either be lucky and come at the same time, or then he’d make me come and keep thrusting his big cock in my sensitive cunt, making the pleasure way more intense and overwhelming.

‘’You’re close’’ You whispered and felt my walls pulsing on him. I gritted my teeth and tried to hold back the orgasm that was building up. Knowing J, he’d do anything to make me come now. I wasn’t wrong either. His other hand touched my clit and he started rubbing it roughly, making my legs shake. ‘’Daddy..please I-I can’t-’’ I whimpered quietly ,but it was useless. He was so rough that it brought me over the edge quickly.

My orgasm came without a warning, sending a wave of pleasure through my body. I shut my eyes for a while as I tried to gather myself, but I could feel my juices leaking down my leg. 

Overstimulation.

My legs kept shaking wildly as J fucked my tightened walls. He was moaning deeply and soon I felt his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he bit me. The pleasure was too much. I was moaning uncontrollably and I could barely hold onto the table anymore. 

His thrusts got sloppier and I knew he was close now. ‘’Cum inside me’’ I encouraged him even tho I could barely talk. Only seconds later I felt his cum filling me up, as he came. I breathed out shakily and was allowed to breathe for a moment. J moaned my name which was the sexiest thing I have ever heard. It made me so happy that I was able to make him feel good.

Even tho he was punishing me for being so misbehaving.

J pulled out and I felt how his warm cum ran down my leg along with my arousal. I bit my bottom lip and tried to calm down from the rough sex. I knew for sure that I would be sore tomorrow. ‘’Are you happy now?’’ J asked me and walked in front of me, taking a seat on his chair. His green hair was a mess and his skin was sweaty from fucking me like there was no limit.The after sex-glow suited him. 

‘’Mmhm’’ I mumbled a yes and then tried to stand up, being completely naked in front of him. J had pulled up his pants and he was obviously going to continue working. ‘’How about you take a bath? I’ll join you in five’’ He promised and then grabbed a new pen from his desk. A bath sounded amazing. Ooh especially with a bathbomb.

 ‘’See you then’’ I smiled tiredly and then tried to walk out of his office. I felt his eyes on me as I struggled to walk in a straight line. All I could hear was him laughing at me, but I didn’t mind. It was kinda amusing.

the bike shorts incident

Zimbits | Fluff & Crack | 3.2k | AO3

Bitty gets a series of texts from Jack just minutes before their shared class is due to start. Bitty is alarmed for several reasons—Jack’s preference for sending single texts, and the fact that Jack is normally in class before Bitty at the top of the list.

Jack 9:56 Are there seats in the back row?

Jack 9:57 Can you move to the back row and save me one

Jack 9:57 Near the door on the east side

Jack 9:57 Please

Jack 9:58 ??

Bitty isn’t sure what’s going on, but he gathers his stuff quickly, dumping it into his bag, and heads to the back row near the specified door, trying to type as he goes.

Bitty 9:59 I’ve moved. Got a seat for you. Everything okay?

Jack 9:59 Is anyone near you?

Bitty looks around.

Bitty 10:00 A few people further down the row, and about five rows in front. Teacher just walked in and is setting up.

Bitty looks around to the door, holding his phone in case it buzzes again with a message from Jack.

The teacher calls the class to attention and there’s still no sign of Jack. It’s not like him to miss class. Bitty wants to go out and find him to see what’s going on, but he can’t now that the teacher has seen him. He gets out his books and pen again, and focuses to the front, keeping his phone visible on the desk just in case.

He keeps an ear out for the door, and just as Professor Miao begins her lecture, he hears it opening. It’s almost like Jack was waiting until he knew she’d started.

Jack sticks his head through the gap and looks around nervously. He meets eyes with Bitty, who raises eyebrows at him, trying to get some clue as to what Jack’s been texting him for. As Jack pushes the door open slowly, and hurries quietly in, practically tiptoeing over to the seat Bitty has saved for him, Bitty thinks he knows what Jack’s been worried about.

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You’ll be glad to know that Even and Isak’s move went pretty damn smoothly, apart from the one incident when Isak cut his hand open with a box cutter.

Even was organising the last of his stuff from his old bedroom in their new room and he’d left Isak unpacking the box of crockery (a moving in gift from his parents) in the kitchen. He was just trying to figure out where to prop his guitar up when he heard Isak yell fuck from across the flat.

He knew Isak’s voice well enough to know that that was his god dammit that fucking hurt voice, and he was on his feet and moving through the flat before he’d actively thought about it.

Sure enough, when he got into the kitchen he found Isak gripping his wildly bleeding hand to his chest, the blood smeared box cutter discarded on the floor about a foot away from him. It took a little bit of coaxing, but eventually Isak calmed down enough to let Even hold onto his wrist and lift his hurt hand above his head to stop the bleeding.

Even circled his free arm around his trembling boyfriend and Isak immediately buried his face in Even’s chest. They stood there in silence for a few seconds: Isak shakily breathing in Even’s smell and Even watching the blood trickle down Isak’s pale arm.

“How did you even manage that, Is?” Even peered closer at Isak’s hand, inspecting the cut that ran down the middle of his palm as Isak buried himself closer into Even’s chest.

“I-” Isak began before quickly changing his mind, pressing his face into Even’s shoulder. Even could feel him blushing. A few seconds ticked by before Isak peeped up at Even from under his lashes and Even just raised an eyebrow at his bashful boyfriend, waiting for the rest of the story.

Fine!” Isak sighed dramatically, as if Even was physically forcing the words out of him rather than just raising his eyebrow. “I got distracted.” Isak fiddled with Even’s shirt with his free hand, one of his more obvious tells.

“By what? You don’t even have any music on!” Even said incredulously. For someone pale with blood loss, Isak miraculously managed to blush harder.

“I was just- thinking.” Isak replied haltingly, like he couldn’t decide if he was going to talk or not. Isak had got a lot better at sharing what he was feeling, but he still had moments where words got so thick in his throat that he struggled to get them out.

Even knew to just wait him out during those talks.

“About how we’re probably going to have people over for dinner, and argue about who does the dishes when we’re both tired, and maybe one day you’ll make us terrible cheese toasties again, or we’ll get better at cooking together. Just…a lot of possibilities in there.” Isak nodded down and the box he had been opening.

And that was how Even found himself grinning from ear to ear while holding a pale and bloody Isak.

“You got distracted while using a sharp knife because you were thinking about our future? Isak Valtersen, are you getting sappy in your old age?” Even teased, gently taking the fingers of Isak’s sore hand now the blood had finally stopped and guiding Isak over to the sink.

“I am not sappy!” Isak protested, letting Even rinse his cut under the tap.

“No, of course you’re not, baby, you just couldn’t help but think of all the dinner parties we’re gonna throw and the food we’ll cook together while unpacking our plates.” Even grinned, gently washing the blood from Isak’s arm.

“You’re never going to let me forget this, are you?” Isak groaned, his eyes practically rolling out of his skull.

“Never.” Even agreed, planting a gentle kiss to the cut on Isak’s palm.  “Just like I’m never going to let you near anything sharp ever again. You’re on sauce stirring duty for the rest of your life.”

“I can live with that.” Isak looked up, giving Even that vulnerably honest look that made his heart clench.  “As long as I’m always in the kitchen with you.” Even smiled at that, circling his arms around Isak’s waist and bringing him closer. He brushed his nose gently over Isak’s, watching his eyes flutter closed.

“As if I’d trust you in the kitchen alone.” Even whispered against Isak’s lips, brushing the lightest of kisses there.

The truth was, Even would go anywhere if it meant being with Isak.

Starting with their mess of a kitchen.

Alone- Part 1

Based on a prompt line; “Don’t leave me behind.”


Warnings; Fighting, Feelings of Worthlessness

Words; 1,249

A/N; Honestly I’m not really sure where I’m going with this. If you want a part 2 though let me know!! Feedback is encouraged! :)

Pairings; Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader

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It had been almost 3 years since Bucky became an avenger. And it had been almost 3 years since you developed the biggest crush ever.

He had sauntered into the compound and looked at you with those piercing blue eyes and that was it. Ever since then you’d been inseparable. The bestest friends ever, but that was it, nothing more.

The only other person who knew about your feelings was your best friend Nat. She’d been trying to encourage you to tell Bucky how you felt for years but you couldn’t, you were almost positive that he didn’t see you that way and didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

You always told her “Something is better than nothing.” To which she’d dramatically roll her eyes.

You were looking down at the book you were currently reading but couldn’t focus on the words. All you could hear was the high pitched giggling coming from the kitchen and every note pierced your heart. It was one of the many girls Bucky would bring over when he was ‘lonely’.

He strolled over to you, coffee in hand. “Hey doll, whatcha readin’?” He asked as he sat down next to you and handed you the hot mug.  

You smiled and grabbed the coffee from him. “Thanks Buck. It’s uh-”

He grabbed the book from your lap before you could protest and read aloud. “In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

He paused for a second, his cheeks going lightly pink and looked at you. Your eyes met and it seemed like his eyes glossed over before he let out a loud awkward chuckle.

What the hell was that about? You thought.

His eyes were still lingering on you as the blonde girl came up behind him and laid a hand on his shoulder. He jumped slightly and turned to look at her. “Honey we should let her read, come on let’s go back to bed.” She purred. He looked visibly uncomfortable as he stood up and followed her down the hall.

As you stared into your mug urging your eyes not to water and trying to suppress the stabbing feeling in your chest, you missed when Bucky turned back to look at you, a hopeless longing in his eyes.

* * *


A few hours later you were in your workout gear pummeling a punching bag, imagining a certain blonde.

Why couldn’t you be enough, why couldn’t he see you as more. What were you doing wrong.

Why. Why. WHY.


You felt hands touch your waist and turned just as fast sweeping their legs out from under them. There was a thud and an “Ow! (y/n)!”

Steve was laying splayed out on his back looking vengeful.

“Oh Steve! I’m sorry! Instinct.” You shrugged as you helped him up.

“It’s okay it was my fault, shouldn’t have snuck up on ya like that.” He smirked. “So what’s got ya so angry?” He pointed at the still swaying punching bag.

“Honestly I don’t even want to talk about it.” You sighed.

“Wanna practice then? We do have a mission tomorrow.” He smirked again inching towards you.

“Rogers, don’t even try.” You ran at him flipping over his shoulders and he turned slowly, not expecting it.

Just then Bucky walked by the door of the training room, but you were too distracted by Steve to notice.

He sauntered over to you and got right up in your face. Grinning he pushed a strand of hair out of your face. You were always very fond of Steve and had a flirty relationship but never took it any further. With one swift movement he took you down and was straddling your hips  inches away from your face.

Bucky couldn’t watch any longer, a lump growing in his throat as he walked away feeling defeated.

Just as he left you flipped Steve over and put him in a head lock. “I win!” You sang cheerfully.

There was clapping from behind you and you both turned to see Nat walking in. “I want in on this!”


The three of you spent the rest of the afternoon training together until you were all too tired and sweaty.

* * *

The next morning you met in the hanger fully dressed in your gear. This mission wasn’t going to be all of you. It was just a simple mission to retrieve information from a Hydra base.

As you, Bucky, Steve and Nat got into the quinjet you tried to make eye contact with Bucky but he wouldn’t meet your gaze.

“Alright, Nat and I will go in through the front and (y/n) and Bucky will go through the back.” Steve said over the comm. “You two will take out anyone in your way and get to the communications room, there should be computers. Back up the information to a USB and get out of there as fast as you can. Nat and I will check for prisoners and take out anyone else. Everyone understand?”

We all nodded in unison. Thirty minutes later everyone was in position. You and Bucky made your way inside, working together to take out the four guards blocking the door. He still wouldn’t meet your gaze as you crept down the dark hallways. A man came from your left, you didn’t see him in time and there was a direct hit to your side, you crumpled to the ground as you heard Buckys metal arm hit the guy and he went down.

Bucky helped you to your feet, your face only inches apart. “Watch yourself next time.” He said in a flat tone as he turned to walk down the hall.

You reached out and grabbed his hand to pull him back. “What did I do that made you so upset?” You asked quietly.

His cold eyes bored into yours. “Why don’t you ask your boyfriend.”

You stood there shocked. “My-my what?”

He pulled his hand out of your grasp. “This isn’t the time for this.” He said as he turned and walked down the hallway turning into a room a few doors down.

Once you were in the room you told Steve and Nat over the comm that you had begun transferring the information.

When the screen read 94% there was yelling outside of the room you and Bucky were standing in.

He looked over at you and nodded. “Stay here, make sure it’s done.” With that he left the room.

95%

Someone was thrown against the door.

96%

There was a gun shot and a loud yell.

97%

The door crashed in, Bucky and another man rolled into the room.

98%

They both stood, the other man had noticed you. You reached for your gun.

99%

There was a bang. Then a lot of pain, you looked down to see thick red blood coming from your stomach. You fell to the ground.

100%

Bucky walked over to you, glanced down and took out the USB. You could see him saying something over the comm but couldn’t make it out. Your vision was starting to fade in and out.

He started to walk out of the room.

He was leaving? Why is he leaving? You thought urgently. Don’t.

“Don’t leave me behind.” It came out as a whisper but he tensed and you could tell he had heard you. Your eyes locked on his and your vision went black. 


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By my side

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: say Yoongi gets up in the middle of the night cause he randomly got an idea for a song so he goes out to the living room to work on it. And his girl comes waddling out wearing his shirt and some cute frilly panties rubbing her eyes and whining like “Teddy~” and he’s all like “Teddy wtf” and she’s like “Cause you’re my teddy bear~ And I can’t sleep without my teddy bear~“ 

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In the middle of the dream you weren’t having something started to wake you up. You felt the bed shift but just assumed that your boyfriend had turned over in his sleep. You reach out to hold him closer but your arm lands on the empty bedside next to you. Your eyes start to open and of course, Yoongi’s missing. As you sit up you take notice of the bright light coming from the living room peaking out from the cracked bedroom door. When you open it you find him sitting on the couch with his laptop, typing away. Your steps cause him to look up at you.

“Teddy…” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes in front of him.

He tilts his head in confusion. He’s almost distracted by your cute attire but he tried to stay focused as he hears what you called him. Yoongi just assumed you were still half awake.

“Y/N maybe you should go back to bed-”

“No. I’m not sleeping if you aren’t. I need my teddy bear to sleep next to me.”

Yoongi’s face flushes with a pink undertone when he realizes your new nickname for him. 

“I wasn’t trying to wake you up. I just got an idea so I came out here to work.”

You reached your hand out to him.

“You can do it in our room…I just want you to be next to me.”

He nods, standing up with the laptop in one hand and using the other to hold yours as you lead him into the bedroom. He crawls back into bed, resting his back on the headboard with the laptop now in his lap. You got in next to him and rested your head next to him. Unable to fall asleep again you watched him type the words onto the document. You squinted since the screen was so bright but the more you read the words you started to notice something familiar. 

“….Is this song….about us?”

He shyly smiles. “It’s noticeable, huh?”

“I mean, to me it is but shouldn’t you write about something related to your fans or youth experiences?”

Yoongi shrugged. “I only write about things that are important to me and right now you’re the most important thing to me.”

You grew quiet.

“What is it?” He asked.

You reach for him once more. “I want to kiss you but i’m too tired to sit up again.”

“Now you sound like me.”  He laughed, leaning down to give you a light kiss. 

“Please try to go back to sleep. I’m sorry I woke you up..”

You smiled. “I will but you better not think of leaving this bed again.”

“I won’t.” He said. focusing back on his writing.

“Promise?”

He let out another tired chuckle. “Yes, I promise.”

He continues to keep writing down all of his ideas, email them to Namjoon as well as the other lyricists at BigHit, and shuts down his laptop to set it down next to the bed. He tries to get comfortable in the bed, seeing you already fast asleep. Yoongi’s hand comes out to rest on your face, moving his thumb gently on your cheek. You winced, causing him to freeze. He was afraid he woke you up again but you just continued to lightly snore. He lets out a sigh of relief and kisses your forehead. He can finally rest for the night knowing your slight neediness for him that he found so adorable. He hoped you’d never get tired of being next to him because he planned to be there for quite a while.

‘Wild side’

Request: Klaus smut where you and Klaus are in love with each other, and after a fight with Elena you go to see him

Pairing: Klaus x reader

Warnings: Swearing, smut (sexual content, eating out, fingering, sex)

You​ ​feel​ ​your​ ​whole​ ​body​ ​go​ ​tense​ ​as​ ​Klaus​ ​Mikaelson​ ​enters​ ​the​ ​Mystic​ ​Grill​ ​and​ ​shoots​ ​a smile​ ​over​ ​to​ ​where​ ​you,​ ​Elena​ ​and​ ​Bonnie​ ​are​ ​sitting.​ ​You​ ​give​ ​a​ ​half​ ​smile​ ​back,​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​be polite​ ​but​ ​not​ ​entice​ ​him​ ​over​ ​at​ ​the​ ​same​ ​time.​ ​Unfortunately,​ ​it​ ​doesn’t​ ​work,​ ​and​ ​Klaus seems​ ​to​ ​take​ ​your​ ​acknowledgement​ ​as​ ​an​ ​invitation,​ ​weaving​ ​his​ ​way​ ​through​ ​chairs​ ​and bar​ ​stools​ ​until​ ​he​ ​reaches​ ​your​ ​table.​ ​He​ ​lays​ ​a​ ​fleeting​ ​hand​ ​on​ ​your​ ​shoulder,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​feel sparks​ ​through​ ​you​ ​as​ ​he​ ​does​ ​so,​ ​your​ ​stomach​ ​a​ ​whirl​ ​of​ ​butterflies.​ ​Fear​ ​floods​ ​through you​ ​at​ ​your​ ​reaction​ ​to​ ​his​ ​touch.  

‘Hello​ ​love’​ ​he​ ​says​ ​looking​ ​right​ ​at​ ​you​ ​‘what​ ​are​ ​you​ ​doing​ ​here?’  

‘We’re​ ​just​ ​having​ ​a​ ​drink’​ ​you​ ​say,​ ​nodding​ ​at​ ​your​ ​two​ ​best​ ​friends​ ​as​ ​you​ ​try​ ​not​ ​to​ ​show​ ​to Klaus​ ​any​ ​hints​ ​of​ ​what​ ​you’re​ ​feeling.​ ​He’s​ ​a​ ​bad​ ​person,​ ​you​ ​remind​ ​yourself,​ ​and​ ​being​ ​with him​ ​will​ ​only​ ​get​ ​me​ ​into​ ​a​ ​heap​ ​of​ ​trouble.  

‘Any​ ​special​ ​occasion?’​ ​he​ ​asks.  

‘Beginning​ ​of​ ​spring​ ​break’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him​ ​in​ ​a​ ​flat​ ​voice,​ ​fiddling​ ​with​ ​the​ ​ends​ ​of​ ​your​ ​hair​ ​self consciously​ ​and​ ​focusing​ ​your​ ​gaze​ ​on​ ​the​ ​table.​ ​You​ ​might​ ​not​ ​be​ ​able​ ​to​ ​contain​ ​yourself​ ​if you​ ​look​ ​up​ ​into​ ​his​ ​warm​ ​blue​ ​eyes.   

‘Well,​ ​I’d​ ​love​ ​to​ ​buy​ ​you​ ​a​ ​drink​ ​then’​ ​he​ ​says​ ​‘care​ ​to​ ​come​ ​and​ ​get​ ​one​ ​with​ ​me?’  

You​ ​swallow,​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​fight​ ​back​ ​how​ ​desperately​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​take​ ​him​ ​up​ ​on​ ​his​ ​offer. 

‘No​ ​thanks’​ ​you​ ​say​ ​instead​ ​‘we’ve​ ​just​ ​got​ ​fresh​ ​ones.’  

‘Well,​ ​another​ ​time​ ​then’​ ​he​ ​replies,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​sneak​ ​a​ ​quick​ ​glance​ ​upwards.​ ​A​ ​look​ ​of​ ​hurt sweeps​ ​across​ ​his​ ​face,​ ​but​ ​he​ ​replaces​ ​it​ ​with​ ​a​ ​smile​ ​quickly,​ ​and​ ​leaves​ ​the​ ​three​ ​of​ ​you alone.​ ​You​ ​slouch​ ​with​ ​disappointment,​ ​and​ ​wish​ ​immediately​ ​that​ ​you’d​ ​gone​ ​with​ ​him.​ ​You have​ ​to​ ​remind​ ​yourself​ ​in​ ​your​ ​head​ ​that​ ​he’s​ ​not​ ​a​ ​good​ ​person.​ ​You​ ​should​ ​fear​ ​him​ ​more than​ ​the​ ​little​ ​amount​ ​that​ ​you​ ​do.   

‘What​ ​was​ ​that​ ​about?’​ ​Bonnie​ ​asks,​ ​intrigued​ ​‘you​ ​were​ ​practically​ ​shaking​ ​in​ ​your​ ​seat. You’re​ ​never​ ​normally​ ​that​ ​nervous.’  

‘Yeah,​ ​come​ ​to​ ​think​ ​of​ ​it,​ ​you’re​ ​always​ ​like​ ​that​ ​around​ ​Klaus’​ ​Elena​ ​says​ ​‘you​ ​don’t…have feelings​ ​for​ ​him​ ​do​ ​you?’​ ​

You​ ​glance​ ​behind​ ​Elena,​ ​towards​ ​the​ ​bar,​ ​where​ ​Klaus​ ​is​ ​sitting with​ ​a​ ​drink​ ​in​ ​his​ ​hand.​ ​He’s​ ​staring​ ​at​ ​the​ ​wall,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​have​ ​a​ ​suspicion​ ​that​ ​he’s​ ​listening to​ ​every​ ​word​ ​you’re​ ​saying.​ ​You​ ​gesture​ ​to​ ​him,​ ​then​ ​your​ ​ears​ ​and​ ​then​ ​the​ ​door,​ ​hoping​ ​that the​ ​two​ ​girls​ ​will​ ​get​ ​the​ ​message.​ ​Luckily​ ​they​ ​do,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​three​ ​of​ ​you​ ​exit​ ​the​ ​Grill,​ ​leaving your​ ​half​ ​finished​ ​drinks​ ​on​ ​the​ ​table.  

‘I​ ​do’​ ​you​ ​admit​ ​once​ ​Klaus​ ​is​ ​out​ ​of​ ​earshot​ ​‘he​ ​just​ ​makes​ ​me​ ​feel​ ​so…I​ ​can’t​ ​even​ ​explain​ ​it. I​ ​keep​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​remind​ ​myself​ ​that​ ​he’s​ ​not​ ​a​ ​good​ ​person,​ ​but​ ​I​ ​just​ ​want​ ​to​ ​be​ ​with​ ​him​ ​all the​ ​time.​ ​That​ ​wouldn’t​ ​be​ ​so​ ​bad​ ​would​ ​it?’​ ​you​ ​ask,​ ​thinking​ ​that​ ​if​ ​your​ ​best​ ​friend​ ​agreed​ ​it wouldn’t,​ ​then​ ​maybe​ ​you​ ​wouldn’t​ ​have​ ​to​ ​be​ ​so​ ​worried,​ ​or​ ​scared​ ​of​ ​what​ ​might​ ​happen​ ​if you​ ​let​ ​him​ ​in.​ ​Maybe​ ​you​ ​would​ ​finally​ ​be​ ​able​ ​to​ ​tell​ ​him​ ​how​ ​you​ ​feel.  

‘Of​ ​course​ ​it​ ​would!’​ ​Elena​ ​says​ ​‘Y/N,​ ​have​ ​you​ ​lost​ ​your​ ​mind?​ ​Don’t​ ​go​ ​anywhere​ ​near Klaus.’  

Your​ ​hope​ ​turns​ ​to​ ​anger,​ ​even​ ​though​ ​your​ ​best​ ​friend​ ​was​ ​only​ ​giving​ ​her​ ​opinion​ ​in​ ​order​ ​to help​ ​you.​ ​You​ ​know​ ​that​ ​you​ ​should​ ​just​ ​swallow​ ​your​ ​disappointment​ ​and​ ​move​ ​on,​ ​but​ ​you can’t​ ​help​ ​yourself​ ​from​ ​saying;​ ​‘that’s​ ​a​ ​bit​ ​much,​ ​he’s​ ​not​ ​that​ ​bad.​ ​You’re​ ​always​ ​like​ ​this aren’t​ ​you?’  

‘Like​ ​what?’​ ​she​ ​asks,​ ​looking​ ​hurt​ ​at​ ​your​ ​sudden​ ​change​ ​in​ ​attitude.​ ​You​ ​feel​ ​bad,​ ​but​ ​the words​ ​slip​ ​from​ ​your​ ​mouth​ ​before​ ​you​ ​can​ ​stop​ ​them.  

‘You​ ​always​ ​warn​ ​me​ ​to​ ​‘stay​ ​away’​ ​from​ ​guys’​ ​you​ ​say​ ​‘and​ ​then​ ​you​ ​usually​ ​end​ ​up​ ​dating them!​ ​That​ ​happened​ ​with​ ​Stefan,​ ​remember,​ ​and​ ​then​ ​you​ ​two​ ​got​ ​together!’  

‘That’s​ ​so​ ​unfair​ ​to​ ​say’​ ​she​ ​says​ ​‘I​ ​fell​ ​in​ ​love​ ​with​ ​Stefan,​ ​even​ ​though​ ​I​ ​was​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​stay away​ ​too.​ ​I​ ​was​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​help​ ​you​ ​Y/N.​ ​I’d​ ​just​ ​found​ ​out​ ​he​ ​was​ ​a​ ​vampire,​ ​and​ ​I​ ​didn’t​ ​think any​ ​of​ ​us​ ​should​ ​be​ ​near​ ​him.’  

‘Except​ ​you,​ ​apparently’​ ​you​ ​shoot​ ​back​ ​‘are​ ​you​ ​going​ ​to​ ​do​ ​the​ ​same​ ​thing​ ​with​ ​Klaus​ ​now?’  

‘I​ ​want​ ​nothing​ ​to​ ​do​ ​with​ ​Klaus!’​ ​she​ ​says​ ​‘if​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​go​ ​and​ ​get​ ​yourself​ ​killed​ ​over​ ​him, be​ ​my​ ​guest.’​ ​She​ ​starts​ ​to​ ​get​ ​angry​ ​too,​ ​which​ ​winds​ ​you​ ​up​ ​more.​ ​‘You​ ​think​ ​I​ ​always​ ​‘steal your​ ​guys?’​ ​Well,​ ​you​ ​always​ ​do​ ​this!’’​ ​she​ ​shouts​ ​‘you​ ​ask​ ​for​ ​my​ ​advice​ ​and​ ​then​ ​you​ ​get angry​ ​when​ ​I​ ​don’t​ ​say​ ​what​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​hear.’  

‘No​ ​I​ ​do​ ​not!’​ ​you​ ​shout​ ​equally​ ​as​ ​loudly​ ​‘your​ ​advice​ ​is​ ​just​ ​always​ ​selfish​ ​and​ ​wrong!’  

‘Then​ ​don’t​ ​ask​ ​anymore!’  

‘I​ ​won’t​ ​then!’  

‘Have​ ​fun​ ​getting​ ​killed’​ ​she​ ​says​ ​in​ ​a rough​ ​voice,​ ​and​ ​turns​ ​on​ ​her​ ​heel​ ​to​ ​leave.​ ​Bonnie shakes​ ​her​ ​head​ ​sadly​ ​at​ ​you​ ​before​ ​following,​ ​leaving​ ​you​ ​all​ ​alone​ ​in​ ​the​ ​alley.​ ​You​ ​think back​ ​over​ ​what​ ​just​ ​happened​ ​and​ ​feel​ ​tears​ ​prick​ ​your​ ​eyes.​ ​Why​ ​did​ ​you​ ​just​ ​purposefully pick​ ​a​ ​fight?​ ​You’re​ ​so​ ​confused​ ​over​ ​your​ ​feelings​ ​about​ ​your​ ​fight​ ​and​ ​Klaus.​ ​You​ ​know​ ​you should​ ​go​ ​after​ ​Elena​ ​and​ ​apologise,​ ​but​ ​your​ ​turn​ ​around​ ​and​ ​head​ ​back​ ​inside​ ​the​ ​Grill instead.​ ​You​ ​walk​ ​over​ ​to​ ​where​ ​Klaus​ ​is​ ​still​ ​sitting​ ​and​ ​take​ ​the​ ​seat​ ​next​ ​to​ ​him.​ ​You​ ​lower your​ ​head​ ​into​ ​your​ ​hands,​ ​and​ ​a​ ​few​ ​tears​ ​leak​ ​down​ ​your​ ​cheeks.  

‘Are​ ​you​ ​okay​ ​love?’​ ​Klaus’​ ​hand​ ​is​ ​back​ ​on​ ​your​ ​shoulder,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​looks​ ​concerned.  

‘I…’​ ​you​ ​begin​ ​and​ ​trail​ ​off.​ ​

He​ ​takes​ ​your​ ​hand​ ​gently​ ​and​ ​leads​ ​you​ ​away​ ​from​ ​the​ ​crowded bar​ ​and​ ​through​ ​a​ ​door​ ​to​ ​the​ ​right,​ ​into​ ​a​ ​small,​ ​mostly​ ​empty​ ​room.   

‘What’s​ ​wrong?’​ ​he​ ​asks,​ ​looking​ ​into​ ​your​ ​eyes.  

‘I​ ​got​ ​into​ ​a​ ​fight​ ​with​ ​Elena’​ ​you​ ​say.  

‘You​ ​two​ ​looked​ ​happy​ ​a​ ​few​ ​minutes​ ​ago’​ ​he​ ​says​ ​‘was​ ​it…something​ ​I​ ​said?’ 

‘Truthfully,​ ​sort​ ​of.​ ​It​ ​bought​ ​up​ ​something​ ​else’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him​ ​vaguely.  

‘What​ ​was​ ​that?’  

‘I’ll​ ​tell​ ​you​ ​sometime’​ ​you​ ​say​ ​‘but,​ ​for​ ​now​ ​can​ ​you​ ​just​ ​distract​ ​me​ ​from​ ​it?’

 ‘How?’​ ​he​ ​asks,​ ​his​ ​face​ ​inches​ ​from​ ​yours.   

Your​ ​hands​ ​shaking,​ ​you​ ​pull​ ​your​ ​t​ ​shirt​ ​over​ ​your​ ​head,​ ​leaving​ ​you​ ​standing​ ​there​ ​in​ ​your navy​ ​blue​ ​lace​ ​bra.​ ​You​ ​see​ ​Klaus’​ ​eye’s​ ​widen,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​say​ ​again​ ​‘distract​ ​me.’  

He​ ​crashes​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​into​ ​yours,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​sparks​ ​erupt​ ​through​ ​you.​ ​His​ ​hands​ ​wander around​ ​your​ ​shoulders​ ​and​ ​down​ ​your​ ​back,​ ​undoing​ ​the​ ​catch​ ​of​ ​your​ ​bra​ ​and​ ​removing​ ​it​ ​in one​ ​swift​ ​move,​ ​leaving​ ​you​ ​bare​ ​in​ ​front​ ​of​ ​him.​ ​He​ ​breaks​ ​away​ ​from​ ​the​ ​kiss​ ​and​ ​casts​ ​his eyes​ ​downwards,​ ​murmuring​ ​‘you’re​ ​so​ ​beautiful’​ ​before​ ​kissing​ ​you​ ​again,​ ​this​ ​time​ ​harder. He​ ​cups​ ​your​ ​breasts​ ​in​ ​his​ ​hands,​ ​making​ ​you​ ​moan​ ​softly​ ​into​ ​his​ ​lips,​ ​as​ ​your​ ​fingers​ ​fiddle with​ ​the​ ​hem​ ​of​ ​his​ ​black​ ​t​ ​shirt.​ ​You​ ​pull​ ​it​ ​quickly​ ​over​ ​his​ ​head,​ ​growing​ ​wet​ ​at​ ​the​ ​sight​ ​of his​ ​toned​ ​chest​ ​and​ ​the​ ​feeling​ ​of​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​on​ ​your​ ​breasts,​ ​which​ ​have​ ​replaced​ ​his​ ​hands.​ ​He slides​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​down​ ​to​ ​your​ ​hips,​ ​removing​ ​your​ ​skirt​ ​and​ ​panties,​ ​and​ ​lifts​ ​you​ ​up​ ​so​ ​that his​ ​head​ ​is​ ​in​ ​between​ ​your​ ​thighs,​ ​your​ ​legs​ ​draped​ ​around​ ​his​ ​shoulders.  

He​ ​plants​ ​small​ ​kisses​ ​on​ ​your​ ​inner​ ​thighs,​ ​making​ ​you​ ​tremble​ ​under​ ​his​ ​touch,​ ​before licking​ ​a​ ​small​ ​strip​ ​along​ ​your​ ​clit.  

‘Klaus’​ ​you​ ​moan,​ ​begging​ ​him​ ​to​ ​do​ ​something.​ ​He​ ​looks​ ​up​ ​at​ ​you​ ​and​ ​smirks​ ​before slipping​ ​into​ ​your​ ​entrance​ ​with​ ​his​ ​tongue.​ ​He​ ​begins​ ​to​ ​suck​ ​on​ ​it,​ ​swirling​ ​your​ ​arousal​ ​as he​ ​does​ ​so.  

‘Fuck​ ​Klaus’​ ​you​ ​groan,​ ​as​ ​he​ ​rubs​ ​your​ ​swollen​ ​clit​ ​in​ ​figures​ ​of​ ​eight​ ​while​ ​his​ ​mouth​ ​works, the​ ​friction​ ​making​ ​you​ ​grind​ ​your​ ​hips​ ​into​ ​his​ ​tongue,​ ​desperate​ ​for​ ​more.​ ​He​ ​makes​ ​a​ ​low humming​ ​sound​ ​and​ ​the​ ​vibrations​ ​travel​ ​through​ ​your​ ​body,​ ​causing​ ​you​ ​even​ ​more pleasure.​ ​He​ ​switches​ ​his​ ​fingers​ ​with​ ​his​ ​tongue,​ ​sucking​ ​on​ ​your​ ​clit​ ​as​ ​he​ ​pushes​ ​them into​ ​you,​ ​hitting​ ​your​ ​g-spot​ ​over​ ​and​ ​over.  

‘Yes,​ ​keep​ ​going,​ ​mmm,​ ​just​ ​like​ ​that’​ ​you​ ​moan.​ ​You​ ​run​ ​your​ ​fingers​ ​through​ ​his​ ​hair​ ​and arch​ ​your​ ​back​ ​upwards,​ ​still​ ​balanced​ ​on​ ​his​ ​shoulders.  

‘I’m​ ​gonna​ ​cum’​ ​you​ ​warn​ ​him​ ​as​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​yourself​ ​nearing​ ​your​ ​end.​ ​He​ ​starts​ ​to​ ​move​ ​his fingers​ ​even​ ​faster,​ ​bringing​ ​your​ ​orgasm​ ​closer.  

FUCK,​ ​Klaus’​ ​you​ ​scream,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​yourself​ ​release​ ​into​ ​his​ ​mouth.​ ​He​ ​slowly​ ​slips​ ​his fingers​ ​out​ ​of​ ​you,​ ​using​ ​his​ ​tongue​ ​to​ ​lick​ ​your​ ​juices​ ​from​ ​you​ ​as​ ​your​ ​orgasm​ ​rocks​ ​your body.​ ​When​ ​he’s​ ​finished​ ​he​ ​straightens​ ​up,​ ​quickly​ ​removing​ ​his​ ​jeans​ ​and​ ​boxers,​ ​hissing​ ​at the​ ​cold​ ​air​ ​hitting​ ​his​ ​hard​ ​member.​ ​You​ ​take​ ​his​ ​cock​ ​in​ ​your​ ​hand,​ ​pumping​ ​him​ ​and causing​ ​him​ ​to​ ​moan​ ​as​ ​you​ ​guide​ ​him​ ​towards​ ​your​ ​entrance.​ ​Without​ ​warning​ ​he​ ​slams into​ ​you,​ ​giving​ ​you​ ​no​ ​time​ ​to​ ​adjust.   

Moans​ ​escape​ ​your​ ​lips,​ ​half​ ​from​ ​pleasure​ ​and​ ​half​ ​from​ ​pain,​ ​as​ ​he​ ​thrusts​ ​into​ ​you​ ​faster.  

‘Y/N’​ ​he​ ​groans​ ​‘oh,​ ​fuck,​ ​shit.’  

You​ ​kiss​ ​him​ ​down​ ​his​ ​neck​ ​and​ ​across​ ​his​ ​chest,​ ​still​ ​pinned​ ​between​ ​the​ ​wall​ ​and​ ​his​ ​body. His​ ​moans​ ​grow​ ​louder​ ​and​ ​the​ ​veins​ ​under​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​become​ ​prominent​ ​as​ ​you​ ​tighten around​ ​him.​ ​Without​ ​warning​ ​he​ ​pulls​ ​out​ ​of​ ​you​ ​completely,​ ​making​ ​you​ ​gasp​ ​at​ ​the​ ​loss​ ​of friction,​ ​before​ ​spinning​ ​you​ ​around​ ​and​ ​slamming​ ​back​ ​into​ ​you.  

‘KLAUS’​ ​you​ ​scream​ ​at​ ​the​ ​new​ ​angle,​ ​as​ ​he​ ​hits​ ​your​ ​sweet​ ​spot.​ ​The​ ​feeling​ ​overtakes​ ​your whole​ ​body,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​forget​ ​about​ ​Elena​ ​and​ ​the​ ​fact​ ​that​ ​people​ ​might​ ​be​ ​able​ ​to​ ​hear​ ​you​ ​as he​ ​pushes​ ​in​ ​and​ ​out​ ​of​ ​you.​ ​You​ ​moan​ ​each​ ​other’s​ ​names​ ​as​ ​you​ ​reach​ ​your​ ​ends.   

‘I’m​ ​so​ ​close’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him.  

‘Me​ ​too’​ ​he​ ​growls,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​him​ ​start​ ​to​ ​lose​ ​his​ ​rhythm​ ​as​ ​he​ ​orgasms,​ ​which​ ​sends you​ ​over​ ​the​ ​edge​ ​as​ ​well.​ ​He​ ​slows​ ​down,​ ​moving​ ​inside​ ​of​ ​you​ ​for​ ​a​ ​little​ ​longer​ ​and​ ​then pulling​ ​out​ ​and​ ​giving​ ​your​ ​swollen​ ​lips​ ​another​ ​hard​ ​kiss.  

You​ ​turn​ ​around​ ​to​ ​face​ ​him​ ​in​ ​the​ ​dark​ ​room,​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​get​ ​your​ ​breath,​ ​as​ ​you​ ​blurt​ ​out​ ​‘I’m​ ​in love​ ​with​ ​you.’​ ​The​ ​words​ ​are​ ​sweet​ ​on​ ​your​ ​lips,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​smile​ ​at​ ​him,​ ​not​ ​feeling​ ​the​ ​fear that​ ​you​ ​did​ ​before.​ ​‘That’s​ ​why​ ​we​ ​were​ ​fighting’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him​ ​‘because​ ​I’m​ ​in​ ​love​ ​with​ ​you.’  

He​ ​lowers​ ​his​ ​head​ ​to​ ​speak​ ​into​ ​your​ ​ear;​ ​‘apologize​ ​to​ ​Elena,​ ​she’ll​ ​forgive​ ​you.​ ​And​ ​it’ll​ ​all be​ ​alright​ ​love;​ ​because​ ​I’m​ ​in​ ​love​ ​with​ ​you​ ​too.’  

‘What​ ​if​ ​she​ ​doesn’t​ ​forgive​ ​me?’​ ​you​ ​whisper​ ​back.  

‘She​ ​will​ ​love.​ ​And​ ​if​ ​she​ ​doesn’t,​ ​then​ ​why​ ​don’t​ ​you​ ​take​ ​a​ ​walk​ ​on​ ​the​ ​wild​ ​side​ ​of​ ​life​ ​with me?’  

‘I​ ​couldn’t​ ​think​ ​of​ ​anything​ ​better’​ ​you​ ​smile

Elopement - Jason Todd x Reader

Bullets rang around you as you sprinted down a corridor towards a closing metal door. You dove through, rolling to your feet on the other side. Glancing over your shoulder, you smiled when you saw the men chasing you disappeared behind the closing door. The door sealed behind you.

“I’m in,” you spoke into the comlink as you surveyed the room. Finding a control panel, you attempted to hack the building’s computer system.

A chuckle sounded from the other end of the comlink. “I never doubted you for a second.”

“Sure you didn’t, Lover-boy,” you teased, grinning at the chuckles buzzing in your ear. “How are you doing with the mercenaries?” 

“Oh, we’re having a party out here,” he replied. The faint sound of gunshots echoed through the com. You frowned when you didn’t get another answer.

“Jason?” The panic made your voice crack. Time stopped as you waited for a reply.

“I’m still here, Sweetheart.” You sighed as Jason’s husky voice filled your ear. Even after all this time, your heart still fluttered at the sound. “One of these idiots just shot himself.”

You snickered, finishing your hacking. Sticking a flash drive into the terminal, you started downloading the information. You and Jason had accepted a contract to collect data on Black Mask’s movements through the western part of the United States. The two of you were currently in one of Black Mark’s main warehouses in Las Vegas. “I’ve started the download.”

“Good,” Jason grunted. The sound of a punch came through the com. “I might need your help out here. More mercenaries showed up.”

“I’ll come when I can,” you replied. You hacked into the security cameras to find out where Jason was. When you found him, you winced at the number of new mercenaries attacking Jason. He was holding them off, but you knew he would need your help to take them down. 

The terminal beeped, the download was finished. You took the flash drive out, slipping it safely into your pocket. Taking out your own gun, you shot the terminal to erase your tracks. Once it was destroyed, the sealed door reopened to reveal the men who you had trapped outside. They raised their guns at you.

“Nice to see you again, Boys,” you greeted cheerfully, swinging into action. The men were down in five seconds flat. You sprinted back down the corridor towards a glass window. Shooting out the glass with your gun, you leaped through the window to land a flying kick to one of the mercenaries attacking Jason.

“Hello Sweetheart, it’s nice of you to drop in,” Jason flirted as you joined him in the battle. The two of you fought seamlessly together. 

“I was in the neighborhood,” you mused, punching a mercenary out cold. You flipped over Jason to perform a high kick on another one. 

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anonymous asked:

What about the foxes on a midnight snack run

FUCKING HORRIBLE

  • Okay so it’s like around semifinals or something and 2am because Kevin made everyone practice until they were at the gates of hell so everyone is tired and sleep deprived and exhausted and hates Kevin
  • Except Kevin he’s still going
  • But Nicky is having none of that because Kevin tried to throw out all of the junk in everyone’s fridges but now all that’s left are like a pack of peanuts and an avocado so he throws everyone into the 24 hour Target parking lot
  • Matt drove everyone there too because he saw the avocado and cried
  • So everyone is in Target at like ass o clock in the morning, running around looking for food and Andrew
  • God Andrew’s just
  • He’s got circles under his eyes that make him look like the spawn of death itself
  • Dan is a fucking nightmare
  • She’s tired and hungry and ready to fight like twenty people and she’s throwing literally anything into the cart.
  • Pizza?? Can’t get enough frozen pizza. There’s like twenty different kids of cereal. Cheese stuffed jalepenos! Great! Let’s get three bags! Can’t have enough salami! A pumpkin?? Someone knows how to cook that right??
  • Matt is trying to be ground control but he’s so tired and sleepy that at some point he falls asleep trying to pick things out of the cart and they have to stuff the rest of him in there and cart him around while they throw food on top of him.
  • Andrew just bitterly. Puts a giant store-bought cake on top of Matt. He doesn’t remove it and nobody can make him.
  • Nicky has disappeared at this point but he comes back with like thirty different outfits but they’re all for Neil
  • NEIL
  • NEIL GET YOUR GORGEOUS ASS TO THE CHANGING ROOM
  • Nicky it’s three int he morning- NEIL PLEASE
  • Aaron is off by the aisle with the bean bags and has just sort of curled up in one to sleep and not left. Renee finds him in the middle of the aisle and puts him and the bean bag back on the shelf where less people can find him because she feels bad.
  • She also covers him in pillows.
  • And towels because she can’t unpack the blankets.
  • And she ends up falling asleep on the floor next by accident on top of a bunch of towels and pillows because Aaron just looks so comfortable and peaceful it made her sleepy and peaceful.
  • Kevin has grumpily been banished in the Starbucks for a long time. He just sits there as Allison is his guardwoman, using Kevin’s credit card to buy herself like fifteen cups of coffee as she angrily glares at him in silence.
  • Dan finds them eventually with a cart full of boyfriend and random food items.
  • “I want Kevin to buy all of this” “Dan you can’t buy a human” “Fucking watch me”
  • Nicky got distracted when he found Renee and Aaron in the bean bag aisle and is taking like forty million pictures.
  • And Andrew just shoves a half-awake Neil into a changing room so they can make out.
  • They come back with flushed faces and mussed hair and Allison takes more money from Kevin’s wallet.
  • It takes like three people to pull Matt out of the cart and carry him into the backseat.
  • They all eventually get back home with Neil asleep on Andrew, Aaron five times grouchier than normal, Renee buying all of the towels out of guilt, six bags of frozen chicken nuggets, and evidence of all of their misdeeds on Nicky’s instagram.
  • Wymack almost bans late night practices.
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“What the hell?!” Jughead jolted upright from his position on the blow up mattress, dangerously close to the ground. Archie followed quickly, falling out of his bed in a tangle of sheets and limbs.

“It’s my phone! It’s just my phone!” He shouted more to himself than to Jughead, they had both been woken up abruptly by the obnoxious ringtone coming from Archie’s speakers. “We connected my phone to my Bluetooth speakers last night, I must have forgotten to turn it off!”

Jughead put his hands to his ears as Archie fumbled with his phone, he was still half asleep and in his daze he couldn’t figure out how to turn it off.
“It’s just Betty, we were supposed to meet up this morning to pick up Veronica’s birthday present from the jewelers, I totally forgot! Will you turn this damn thing off!” He chucked his phone at Jughead, who caught it with surprising ease.

Rubbing his eyes, Jughead looked down at the phone, instantly stopping dead in his tracks. There on Archie’s iPhone screen was the most beautiful picture of Betty he had ever seen. She was in a simple tank top, her long blonde hair down and straight looking like it was made of pure silk, and the lightest red lipstick, the most amazing thing about the photo was that it seemed to capture her eyes shifting from green to blue, a sign that she was content and relaxed. He couldn’t stop staring.

“Dude what the hell? Is it broken? Why won’t it turn off, just answer it!” Archie moaned, throwing himself back onto his bed and burying his face in his pillow. Jughead cleared his throat as he tore his eyes away from the screen and pressed accept.

“Hello?”

“Good morning! Geez, it took you quite some time to answer the phone. Wait? Is this Jughead? I recognize that voice anywhere.” She giggled into the speaker and he instantly felt his shoulders relax and any tension leave his body.

“You caught me, it’s just your friendly homeless teen, Archie said he’ll be there soon, he overslept. After you and Archie finish up, wanna grab a burger with the gang? My treat.” Jughead could practically feel her nodding excitedly , she wrapped up the conversation with a quick
“See you later Juggie.”

Closing the call Jughead stared at the picture Archie had assigned to her contact. He couldn’t get over this picture.
“When did you take this?” He asked the red headed boy.

“What?” Archie asked looking up from his pillow.

“This picture. When did you take this picture of Betty?” Jughead asked handing Archie his phone.

Archie stared at the screen for a second and smiled with a shrug

“I don’t know, last year maybe, I’ve really gotta update it, don’t let Betty know I have that one of her, she’d kill me. You should see the one Veronica has of Betty” Archie whistled lowly “smoking” he grinned at the beanie wearing boy and nudged him, Archie was the only one Jughead had told about his fairly deep crush on the beautiful blonde next door, at first it had been awkward but slowly Archie realized he just wanted his two best friends to be happy.

“Veronica has one too?” Jughead asked incredulously, how did he not know about this?

“Sure thing.” Archie threw on his letterman jacket and waved at Jughead promising to be home for Burgers at Pops. Walking over to the window he looked down and saw Archie running over to Betty and scooping her up in a hug as she shoved him away and flipped her ponytail.

What he’d give to be able to just hug her whenever he felt like it, he wanted to have pictures of her on his phone. He wanted to be the one she called up at eight in the morning. He knew Archie and Betty were just friends, both of them having clarified this to the group multiple times, but it didn’t ease the ache he felt when he saw her name pop up on Archie’s phone. Damnit, now he had no choice but to see Veronica’s picture of Betty .

The day passed slowly as Jughead worked on his novel and raided Fred Andrews snack cabinet, before he knew it Archie was calling for him from down the stairs.

“Come on Bro, burgers await. Betty’s already there with Veronica!”

Jughead nearly tripped down the stairs,
burgers and Betty?
Total package.

Walking through the clear glass doors of Pops, he instantly spotted the honey blonde ponytail, it was almost like a halo calling him over. He slid into the booth right beside Betty as Archie plopped down beside Veronica.

“Hey.” She smiled softly at Jughead, he smiled back before asking

“Can I borrow your phone?”

Betty seemed taken aback for a minute but quickly recovered with a giggle

“I’m doing great, thanks for asking” she pulled out her phone and placed it in his open palm.

“Thanks” he smiled goofily turning to Veronica.

“Can I borrow your phone?” He asked, the same smile gracing his face

“Hey!” Betty started as Veronica hesitantly handed him her phone

“You are so weird” Veronica rolled her eyes with a smirk.

He quickly used Betty’s phone to dial Veronica, staring at the screen as a glowing image of Betty popped up.

“Oh god, that picture.” He heard her mumble from his right.

The picture was absolute sin, Betty’s tan skin glowing and her blonde hair left loose and wavy.
He had never seen “bed eyes” before but he knew now he would never be able to look into Betty’s bright green ones the same again, they were so sensual and seductive staring into the camera as she pouted, don’t even get him started on that Shirt. He wanted this picture and he wanted it now.

“Veronica took that at a sleepover, I was just being silly. I’ve asked her to change it over and over again.” Betty rolled her eyes, snatching her phone away.

Jughead had to stop himself from physically moaning as the picture disappeared from the screen.

“What’s up with your infatuation with phone pictures?” Betty asked questioningly.

Jughead looked up at her and shrugged
“I don’t have one of you, I’ve never even seen a picture of you, other than your school pictures.”

Betty smiled scrolling through her phone before handing it to him

“That’s you.” She giggled pointing to Jugheads name and the picture beside it. It was one she had taken a few months ago when they went to visit the national history museum, Jughead was beanieless and staring right into the camera, his hair messy and his eyes relaxed, if you looked close enough you could see the hint of a smile popping through
“It’s my favorite picture.” She whispered, close to his ear.

Jughead turned away from the phone and swallowed hard
“I still don’t have one of you.” He mumbled out, reaching to take her hand underneath the table.

Betty smiled softly, her eyes sparkling
“Well that just won’t do.”

And so two weeks later after Jughead had finally gained enough courage to ask the love of his life out on an actual date, Betty’s picture appeared on the screen of his phone on a Saturday morning at 8 o clock. It was a picture of the two of them actually, faces smooshed together in a goofy looking kiss. And when Betty got angry at him for never answering his phone his answer was always the same

“Sorry, I just get distracted.”

Mixed Emotions

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2394

Author’s Note: I thought of the idea of this when I started re-watching teen wolf season three. I fucking love to write angst and fluff so this is what it is! Thank you to my babes, @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me <3


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Marauders x Reader / It’s gonna be alright.

Hello, lovelies! ❤Today I came up with an idea to write some blurbs, with Marauders motivating/supporting the reader, as I really needed this kind of thing in my life at the moment. Still working on the requests and the ship, though! Hope you like it :) P.S. The Sirius is a bit longer, but oh well x

Originally posted by peterandygarfield

Remus :

“Look Y/N, everything is going to be fine!” Remus exclaimed, trying his hardest to say it as clearly as he possibly could.

At this point, he got used to this little routine that the two of you shared. Before every major exam that you had, you found yourself panicking like a little baby and he was always there to try to calm you down. Usually, he succeeded, but this time was different. It wasn’t just any exam.

“Remus it’s the N.E.W.T.s that we are talking about!” you squeaked and began to pace back and forth in front of him. “This is it, don’t you understand? This is the moment that is going to determine how my future will look like! It will decide how good of a witch I actually am and what chances I have to do what I want an-” you stopped as soon as you felt Remus’s hands, starting to rub your shoulders gently. You didn’t know why, but his warmth always seemed to make you relax and come back to your senses.

“Take a deep breath, love” he stated, his voice still calm and collected.

“Now listen to me” he started as soon as you did what he instructed you to do. “You, Y/N Y/L are the most brilliant, intelligent and kindhearted witch that I know. Do not even dare to try, to diminish your talents and your accomplishments. Understood?” he looked you in the eyes, a wide grin spread across his face.

“Thank you” you mumbled quietly while you leaned in to give him a kiss on his cheek, just before entering the classroom, not being able to comprehend how lucky you were to have him.


Originally posted by nellaey

James:

 “Oh Godric, I’m gonna lose it” you said as you walked out of the changing room, a loud cheer coming from the stands, now full of students and teachers, eager to see the final match.

“Oi” you heard James walking up behind you “What’s going on, love?”

“How do you do it?” you turned around quickly, in order to face him.

“Do what?” he asked, his brows furrowing in confusion.

“How do you stay so calm and collected?” you exclaimed, as the anxiety started to build up inside of you, making you feel sick.

“I’m calm because I believe in my team” he stated while making sure to look you straight in the eyes. “Because I believe in you, and every other member of our group. I am calm because I know that we worked our ass off, to be where we are now, and I know that we can win this”

He was right. You did not work so hard, to now ruin it all, by letting stress overwhelm you.

“We can do this” you repeated firmly, earning the brightest smile from your boyfriend, that you have ever seen.

“That’s my girl!” he spun you around and started to place small kisses all over your face, making you giggle like a little girl.

“You are incorrigible James Potter, do you know that?”

“I sure do” he grinned sheepishly at you, and placed another slightly longer kiss on your lips, just before joining your team. “Now, love. We have a game to win”  

Originally posted by imaginesofthings

Sirius :

 “Well hello, gorgeous!” Sirius called out, as he found you sitting on your own, at the Gryffindor table. As if you have not heard him you continued to poke at the food that was on your plate, your eyes focused on the pile of books that laid in front of you.

“Earth to Y/N?” he waved a hand in front of your face, in order to get your attention.

“Umm, yeah sorry I just got a bit distracted” you sent him a small smile and rubbed your eyes, that was once again beginning to get itchy.

You really didn’t want to be so indifferent to his actions, but you were too tired to do anything about it. The exams were just around the corner and you still had to revise a lot of things due tomorrow.

“That’s it” you regained your senses as soon, as you heard the firmness in his voice. “You are overworking yourself, love and it’s my duty to prevent you from doing so” he stated and proceeded to flip you trough his shoulder.

“Sirius what are you doing?!” you shrieked in disbelief, as he made his way to your common room. “Put me down right now!”

“Not until we get into your room, you feisty little thing”

“Oh, you just wait and see what I will do with you as soon as my feet touch the ground” you argued, trying to not sound as ridiculously as you must have looked.  

“Well, in fact, I’m very curious, kitten. I have something planned for you as well, and I have a feeling that you are gonna love it” he smirked, as he lightly smacked your ass.

“Sirius Black, you did not just do that!” he chuckled, not paying attention to the threats that you began to give him.  

“Calm down women, all I plan to do right now is to make you sleep”

“I don-” you were cut off by him putting you on the floor.

“Y/N, everything is gonna work out, you just need a nap, that’s all” he said, his dashing smile making you forget about everything that was going on.

“Do I ever tell you how smart you can be sometimes Mr.Black?” you smirked while pulling on his tie, in order to get him a bit closer.

“Only sometimes, aye?” he raised one eyebrow in amusement while putting his hands on your waist.

“Only sometimes” you whispered in his ear and then placed a soft kiss on his lips. “But that’s why I love you”

“Well, then I can remain the happiest fool in the world” he chuckled “But first, sleep” you rolled your eyes, but proceeded to do as he said. Foolish or not he was yours, and that’s all that mattered.

Flashes (Part 2)

Summary: Soulmate AU. “The fault, dear Brutus is not in our stars, / But in ourselves, that we are underlings.” - William Shakespeare (Julius Caesar)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,831

Warnings: language, fluff, wishful thinking, angst, sadness, borderline depression, sarcasm, discrimination, tw: terrible family relations, shunning

A/N: Well, I did it…at least I tried. The lovely @minervaem challenged me (sort of) to do an angsty story. I’m warning you now, it’s not gonna be pretty.

Lots of reader backstory here. Hopefully it’s not boring!

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

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Just A Distraction.

Summary: You’re madly in love with Bucky, but he doesn’t seem to take the hint, seeing as he has a new woman every month. You decide to go on a date on your own, that ends horribly, and Bucky is there to pick up the pieces.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, implied smut, mentions of assault.

Originally posted by vivalaplutoh

As if coming home at 10PM after your horribly failed date wasn’t humiliating enough, Bucky just had to be sitting on the couch with his new fling of the month, his tongue down her throat, it was almost a punch to my gut. It was almost like he just knew it was going to end badly, and he was just rubbing it in my face. I’ve always had a thing for Bucky, and by thing I mean desperately in love with him. I don’t know if he knows it and is teasing me, or if he honestly doesn’t know or just doesn’t care. It’s not like I’ve told him or anything. My date had gotten handsy with me, and I don’t mean hand on the lower back, gentle caresses type of handsy, no, THAT is welcome. Tonight, this guy groped my ass, and managed to drag his thumbs under my right breast. Needless to say, he left the restaurant with a broken hand and a bloody nose. So, as you can imagine I’m not in the mood to deal with anyone, I was pissed because some bastard felt he had the right to put his hands on me inappropriately and then just to come home and see the man I’m desperately in love with with his tongue down some random ass bitches throat.

Walking through the living room, Sam is sitting on the kitchenette with a bottle of beer in front of him, and his cell phone in one hand.

“Hey, (Y/N)! How’d it go…” Half way through his sentence, he’s shot a ‘shut the fuck up’ look. He gulps, taking a sip of his beer.

“So, not good huh?” I plop next to him, taking his beer from him and downing the rest of it. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Bucky looking up towards us from the back of the couch, his plaything sitting in his lap.

“Fucker thought he could put his hands on me.” I rest both elbows on the counter, with my head between them, hands supporting it. Sam turns to face me, suddenly interested.

“Wait, wait, wait. He put his hands on you?”

“Yeah. Grabbed my ass and somehow managed to graze my breast.” Sam scoffs.

“Did ya give him what for?”

“Broke his hand and gave him a bloody nose. Motherfucker doesn’t get to touch me like that.”

“What do you mean he touched you?” Taken aback by the sudden voice behind me, I turn to see Bucky standing just inches behind me. He’s the only one that’s ever been able to sneak up on me, not even Nat can.

“I mean exactly what I said, James. He touched me and I broke his fucking hand.” I’m honestly not in the mood to see his perfect fucking face.

He gulps, anger evident in his eyes.

“Did he hurt you?” He casts his eyes down to the ground, like he’s trying to contain his anger.

“What does it matter Bucky, I’m pretty su-”

“Did. He. Hurt. You.” His tone is something I don’t want to mess with.

“No, Barnes. He didn’t. Why do you care anyway? You have your new fuck toy of the month, why don’t you go spend time with her.” Standing up, I push past him and into the living room. The whore looks at me, a smirk on her ugly face, and today I’m just not having it.

“What the fuck are you looking at, tramp?” I don’t give her a chance to reply, she wouldn’t stand a chance against me anyway. Heading to the elevators, I press the button, waiting for them to open. When they do, I’m met with Steve, looking down on his phone. He looks up when he sees me, and he obviously knows somethings wrong. He’s always been able to know when something is bothering me.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” He puts his phone in his pocket and his eyes soften. I run into his arms, finally letting my tears flow. He wraps his arms around me, resting his head on mine.

“What happened, (Y/N)?” After I gather myself I explain to him everything, from the horrible date to my feelings for Bucky, to the stupid bitch outside. Jealousy is a fucking bitch. Steve sighs, running his hands down my face.

“No man has a right to put his hands on you, (Y/N).”

“I know Steve, that’s why I broke his hand and nose.” Steve laughs, shaking his head.

“That’s my girl. But uh, (Y/N) I think you need to look behind you.”

Turning sharp on my heel, I’m shocked to see Bucky standing there, a sad look plastered on his face.

“GODDAMMIT. The ONLY one who’s ever been able to sneak up on me.” He walks up to me, and Steve takes his leave.

“I think we need to talk, doll.” I sigh. No getting out of this one.

The ride to my room is silent. Unfortunately it’s the uncomfortable kind of silence, too.

Getting to my bedroom door, I unlock it with the keys I had wrapped around my wrist.

The door opens silently, and I walk in, him hot on my trail. Flipping the switch, I put my purse on the counter and turn to face him.

“Look, Buck…I’m sor-”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I raise my eyebrow.

“Tell you what?”

“Come on, (Y/N). Why didn’t you tell me that you liked me?” I raise both my arms, shock overtaking my body.

“What the fuck do you mean?! How would I have gotten the chance?! You never showed any interest in me, plus you have a new girl on your hip and in your bed every fucking week, it wouldn’t have gotten me anywhere! Hell, even if it did I refuse to be a one night stand!” Bucky runs his hands down his face.

“Okay, fair enough. But I don’t know how you didn’t see it was all just a distraction.”

“A WHAT?”

“A distraction, (Y/N).” He comes up to me, taking my face in his hands. “I needed a distraction from my feelings for you…I didn’t think you’d ever like me the way I like you.” I roll my eyes.

“I don’t like you Bucky, I’m madly in love with you and I have been ever since you fucking got here.” The tears I’ve been so desperately trying to hold back finally fall from my eyes. He wipes them away with his thumbs as they fall, bringing his mouth to mine, he finally kisses me for the first time.

Originally posted by pleasingpics

“I’m sorry I never acted on my feelings…I can charge into a Hydra base unarmed and fight every one of them with my bare hands, but I can’t tell the woman I’m in love with how I feel about her…I’m a coward and I’m so sorry.” I kiss him this time, pouring every ounce of frustration and heartache into the kiss.

“You’re not a coward, Bucky…you felt the same way I did.” He smiles, and presses a kiss to my forehead.

“Let me show you how sorry I am, doll.” His hands move to rest on my hips before I’m lifted up, and my legs instinctively go around his waist.

“B-But what about the girl?” He rolls his eyes.

“I told her to get lost, like I said, she was just a distraction.” I bite my lip.

“H-How are you gonna show me how sorry you are?” He presses a kiss to my collar bone.

“I’m going to take you, right here, right now…”

Oh my, what a wonderful night it is indeed…

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Friends with Kids

I see your friends with benefits fics and raise you friends with kids.

A/N: So this started out as a list fic and then turned into 5,000 words.
 (Ao3)

For your consideration. Picture Holster as a coach for peewee hockey and there’s this little girl, let’s call her Piper, and she’s super cute and her parents are literally always late to pick her up from practice. Once Holster had to call them and remind them to come pick her up cause practice had ended an hour ago - and just, this girl is so awesome and loves hockey even though she kind of sucks at it and she carries this little Dora the Explorer backpack with her everywhere. 

So whenever she’s waiting for her parents to pick her up she’ll grab a book or toy or coloring book out of her back pack and at first she’d just play quietly while waiting, but then Holster tells the other coaches they can go on ahead (cause they’re always anxious to leave once practice is done since it’s unpaid volunteer work) and he starts talking to her. Eventually one day after practice she just sort of climbs up into Holster’s lap while they’re waiting in the lobby and gives him her book to read to her and his heart just? melts a little honestly

And he legit always comes home to Ransom - they’re roommates, again because Holster tried the whole nine to five thing three states away from Ransom and he would rather be barely making ends meet by working at the local hockey rink than making six figures if it means he gets to spend every day with his best friend - but that’s a whole other story. But anyway he is always talking about how smart Piper is and what funny thing she did that day. Ransom even feels like he kind of knows her because Holster talks about her so much. 

One day when they have a game on a day that Ransom has off from the hospital he surprises Holster by showing up. He talks to the other parents in the stands and quickly figures out which kid is Piper, because when they come out onto the ice Holster is practically carrying her and it takes almost a full three minutes of coaxing before she lets go of him and skates over to her spot on the ice. 

Ransom thinks that’s like the cutest thing ever. He asks the parents who are sitting near him whose kid she is and all the parents are saying she isn’t theirs and Ransom is confused before one of the moms sitting nearby asks who he’s talking about again. He points to number three on the ice and the mom tells him that Piper is in foster care and the parents – “are a steaming pile of shit.”

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Fanfiction - The Teacher

Request for a fic. Everyone is joking about professor Sam in Barbour. Could you write a professor Jamie story. Claire is a student but Older and more intriguing than all the young giggling co-eds

…In the meantime, I had this anon ask sitting on my inbox for some months now – and I’d hate to let this fantasy go unattended!

The Teacher

Those girls were ridiculous, Claire thought. Madly fluttering their eyelashes as if a constant influx of dust was getting into their eyes and always bending over, using the pretence of catching a fallen pen or pencil, only to expose their cleavage. Claire felt she was inside a documentary on the mating rituals of college girls and, even if slightly amusing, it also disturbed her in an irrational way.

Health Management was an extra class for her – a way to get a couple more credits that would speed up her academic course. She was already almost ten years the senior when compared to the other students attending Medical School – her years as a nurse had given her a lot of useful resources, but also made her feel she was constantly battling time. It was an interesting class, that mixed concepts of health and economics, to ensure the future doctors based their decisions in cost-effectiveness. In spite of being well taught and useful, whispering was a constant background noise – clearly the result of female hormones going rampant. The problem was not the subject, Claire knew – was the man leading the class.

Professor Fraser was young and remarkably handsome – his Scottish accent and deep voice, combined with astonishing blue eyes, which he hid behind black rimmed glasses, inspired great admiration amongst the women in the classroom. The fact that the class functioned at all was a testament to Fraser’s capacity of using leadership skills and imposing respect.

A couple of girls next to her giggled and Claire distinctively heard one of them, a blonde bombshell that undoubtedly belonged in a house named after a Greek alphabet letter, saying “I would slide my hand bellow his kilt anytime…”

Pursing her lips and rolling her eyes, Claire continued to sketch with her sharp pencil in the back of her notebook, struggling to focus again on the contents of the class. The shade in the external corner wasn’t quite right, she noticed, furrowing her brows in annoyance.

“Am I boring ye, Miss Beauchamp?” She heard a voice demanding her attention. Claire looked up and noticed all faces turned to her, clearly awaiting her reaction to being caught distracted. James Fraser stood next to the board with his arms crossed, his lips forming a half smile, expecting her answer.

Yes. “No, Professor Fraser.” She replied in a casual tone. “I was just taking notes and got distracted. May you repeat the question, please?”

“I see.” He said in a serious – disappointed? – tone. “Anyone knows the answer? Miss MacKenzie?”

“Replacing the blood gas machine would be the best measure.” Laoghaire MacKenzie glowed like a lit candle - marvelled that for once she had managed to upstage Claire and gain Professor Fraser’s attentions - offering a victorious look through the corner of her eye, which Claire blatantly ignored.

“That is correct.” He nodded, raising a brow in Claire’s direction. “I’d recommend that ye pay more attention to the class, Miss Beauchamp.”

“I bloody would if it wasn’t for your fan club.” Claire complained in a low voice, after he had resumed the class.

As the class ended – students rushing to the door to get to the refectory in time for lunch, talking about a hot party later that week -, Claire assembled her notebooks and pencil, storing them inside her green rucksack – made of what looked like army green fabric with a painted red cross, akin to something a doctor would wear during the Second World War.

“May I talk to you, Miss Beauchamp?” Professor Fraser asked politely, as she walked down the stairs in direction of the door. The room was almost deserted, only a couple of latecomers remained inside, struggling with coats and piles of books.

“Of course, Professor.” Claire stared at him, expectantly.

“Ye were distracted today.” He pointed, closing the book he had used to prepare the current subject. “Is something bothering ye, Claire?”

“No.” She firmly replied, her eyes downcast. “I’m sure I can’t be the first student you caught daydreaming. Why are you making such a big deal about it?”

Jamie gave her a concerned look, his blue eyes wrinkling in the corners. He was sporting a small stubble, that combined with his impeccable plaid shirt, gave him a look of casual handsomeness.

“Ye are one of the best students in the class.” He said slowly, neatly placing his books inside his own bag. “I wouldna like ye to squander yer potential. If something is disturbing ye, I’d like to help ye if I can, that’s all.”

“It’s fine.” She insisted in a harsher voice, her hands slightly trembling. “I don’t really need another man to tell me I’m not good enough and can’t handle things. Because I am quite capable!”

“I’m not saying ye aren’t, Miss Beauchamp.” He pointed patiently, glaring at her increasingly red face. “In fact, I think I just said quite the opposite.”

“I can’t focus because all the girls around me are acting like crazy hens, cackling over you!” She accused in a mordant voice, going completely berserk despite her best rational alarms going off in the outskirts of her brain. “I’m here to study – I have so much to learn still and my age will hurt me in spite of how good I keep proving myself again and again – and all they can think is to shag the teacher!”

“Ye’re crossing the line, Claire.” Jamie warned, his voice now low and dangerous. “I might be younger than ye – just a few years, really - but ye’re not exactly old enough to convince me ye’re getting senile by acting out and being disrespectful. I am the teacher here.”

“Then you should bloody act like it!” Claire growled, the hammer of anger – and jealousy? – pounding against her ribs. “Stop being so nice and attentive, because you’re clearly giving the wrong message!”

“What?!” His mouth was ajar, the pulse on his temple throbbing in anger. He practically tore his glasses away from his face, discarding them on the table with a dry sound. “I never made any advances on one of my students. The mere suggestion my behaviour is borderline unethical is a verra serious one, Miss Beauchamp. It can get me suspended if anyone in the faculty board hears it.”

“I’m sorry.” She hissed, fidgeting with the closing mechanism of her rucksack. “But you have to recognize that you are young and…handsome.” Claire swallowed her, her voice strangled. “You can pass the wrong impression just from breathing.”

“Maybe ye should drop this class.” Jamie suggested, slightly turning away from her in order to shield his face from her sight. “I can ask Professor Raymond’s permission for you to assist his Alternative Medicine class. It will give ye the same credits as mine.”

“Yes.” She swallowed hard. “Maybe I should.” They stood there, facing each other, their eyes battling when words had failed them.

“Claire.” He asked, his voice ragged but softer, warmer. “Who told you ye werena enough?”

“My husband.” She avoided his eyes, twisting her lips in a grimace. “Ex-husband. He was a teacher too. Thought I couldn’t handle becoming a doctor – I should settle to what I already was. He was very vocal about it. That’s why we divorced.”

“He was wrong.” Jamie said softly, but firmly. His eyes were all shades of blue – stormless skies, bottomless oceans, rare wild flowers, starry nights, infinite horizons. “I hope ye ken that. Because I certainly do.”

“Oh.” Claire babbled, feeling utterly ridiculous after her outburst. He had his long-fingered hands placed on the desk between them – in her eyes they seemed made to lovingly caress a female body, to demand responses with brutal kindness, to hold a smaller hand that could fit perfectly. “Thank you.”

“It has been a pleasure teaching you, Claire.” He said quietly. “You have a lively mind and a sharp wit. They’ll serve ye well. Yer age won’t hinder ye, lass – it only makes ye that more intriguing and capable.”

“I’m sorry.” She gave him a weak blushing smile, reinforced by the way he responded with a small grin. “I can be quite…rebellious, when my heels are being stepped on.”

“I have witnessed it first-hand.” He laughed, brushing his copper hair in a display of nervousness. “Ye seem to have forgotten one of yer wee notebooks.” And, without waiting for her answer, strode to the place where she had been sitting, collecting her pad.

She knew he would see it – she had been working on it for most of the class and had left it open as she hurried to leave. It was a rough drawing of a blue eye, with a familiar catlike shape – framing it was a verse from her favourite poem in her stylized hand, “Da mi basia mille”.

Deinde centum.” He completed, caressing the sheet with his fingertips. “If ye’re not my student anymore,” He said in a hoarse voice, turning to look at her with a burst of hope in his eyes. “I’m finally free to ask ye out on a date, as I’ve wanted since the day I first saw ye sitting on my class.”