Summary: The reader was supposed to be Steve’s tutor, but Steve walks into the library to see her helping Billy. Does he really get the right to be jealous if they’re just friends?
Word Count: 3519
Authors note: I cannot believe how smutty this is guys…holy shit…get ready for smutty angsty Steve!! Lmk what you think:)
You were chewing on a pen, focusing on the paper you were currently reading. Your concentration was broken, however, when you felt someone staring.
Bringing your head up you saw Billy looking down at you, to be fair you were grading his paper, but to also be fair he was giving you the most sinful look ever.
Normally you’d be helping Steve with his papers, but he’d become weirdly distant lately. So you distracted yourself, and how much you missed him, by helping Billy.
Billy licked his lips, “What’s the damage sweetheart?”. You tried not to blush from all the attention. Looking away you said, “Well I can’t exactly read when you’re staring at me like that”.
You laughed lightly, trying to ease the situation. His smirk only grew, “Sorry, I just badly want-”. Billy paused briefly, wanting to see how you’d react. Letting out a breath he finished, “To do good you know?”.
Summary: The reader is head over heels in love with Bucky, but doesn’t want to ruin their friendship. The way Bucky feels about her is obvious to everyone BUT her. Thanks to some convincing from Tony and Steve, things are pushed into action.
Author’s note: SMUTTTT! This one is long, but it’s jam packed full of smut! I hope you guys enjoy my first marvel imagine:) also!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEB!
You were currently sitting in Tony’s office with Steve, the three of you sitting at one table. Pinching the bridge of your nose you said, “ Boys I don’t know how much longer I can talk about the next mission”.
Instantly Tony smirked, and you prepared yourself for a very sarcastic comment. Tony pouted, “ You’re just upset your favorite soldier isn’t here”. You felt a blush creep over your cheeks but you tried to play it cool.
Shrugging your shoulders you said, “ Maybe all this planning is getting to you too, Steve is right next to you”. Tony laughed, it was a valiant effort on your part but he knew you too well.
a/n: ok im super nervous about this one. i was requested to do a daddy smut w joker so ill try :) and let me tell you what this joker is like, he’s passionate here about.. making love sooo yeah AND he’s not 100000% maniacal, just a little bit of a maniac. here it goes
a/n: update - im eating a banana rn :D
characters: Jared Leto!Joker, Reader
warnings: smut, swearing, daddy kink
Ever since the encounter with Mr. J two weeks ago, he was the only thing on my mind. How unfair, I get him as my only thought subject while he gets to have other things on his mind. Like… His business, Batman, police, his henchmen and other problems. I bet he doesn’t think about me at all. But God do I hope he does. What am I to him? A maid? A fuck toy? No thanks. He said he had a liking in me, does that mean I mean something more to him than just sex? I hope.
Well, I can’t hope for that. We can’t have feelings for each other, that would be wrong - he’s my boss. If he uses me just for sex - that would partly be acceptable. No, no that wouldn’t be. Jesus, what’s gotten into me lately? Have I caught feelings for him? Him?
If we could keep it as just sex, it would save heartbreak for everyone. I wouldn’t be complaining. I’m not complaining, the sex was just… wow. The best I’ve had. And, it was the only time for me and him. Did he not like me in bed? What if I was bad at it? Oh my God, I hope not.
Every day I was longing for his touch, but the only thing I received was looks and orders. This was really frustrating me. He was so complicated, I couldn’t figure him out in any way. I guess that was his goal. To be mysterious and unpredictable, closed to everyone around. Mr. J was giving me a hard time.
I was cleaning the boss’s own bedroom - which didn’t need much cleaning, but I cleaned it anyway cause there was nothing else to do - when I heard an echo of a door being shut. He must have come back from business. I heard shouts that seemed like happy ones echoing through the house, but just kept cleaning. Guess Mr. J had successful business today.
I spotted a gun on the floor and bent to pick it up.It was quite heavy. I hoped my uniform didn’t go up too high because if someone walked in, there would be quite a funny situation. I reached the gun and picked it up, straightening my posture so it would be more comfortable for me to look at it. It was-
“I would prefer the other position, doll.” I heard him speak from far behind me. My body froze, not knowing what to do. I had just picked up his gun. Oh my God, I’m so dead. Had he been watching me? I was so scared I couldn’t even think of what to say, I couldn’t move an inch. Okay, whatever happens, happens.
My breathing was heavy and quiet as I heard him walk up to me from behind and put his firm hands on my hips. What was happening?
“Be a good girl for Daddy and put that thing down, baby girl.” Mr. J spoke lowly and dominantly in my ear, his breath tingling my skin. I swear, my heart almost jumped out of its cage. I was scared, but also turned on a bit. Wait, did he ask me to put it back? But that would mean bending over again. I could just put it on the night stand. Yeah, let’s go with that option. I slowly, with my body shaking, bent forward and put the small weapon on the night stand, with his grip on me tight.
“Oh baby,” he almost moaned in my ear. “Obedient today, are we?” He said as I bent back up. He pulled me even closer to his front and I could feel his boner through the fabrics of our clothing (a/n: gOD HELP ME I HAVENT WRITTEN SMUT IN LIKE A YEAR SHBSH I FEEL LIKE IM SINNING). I sucked in a sharp breath at the realisation that he was turned on by me. Wait, was it me? Oh my God what’s happening. “Not talking, either?” He asked and laughed lowly. He was turning me on, christ.
Suddenly Mr. J turned me around to face him and pull our bodies even closer, if that was possible at this point. I finally saw him for the first time today and we were finally as close to each other as last time. He looked pretty good, his shirt was unbuttoned at the top, showing a bit of his pale chest and tattoos and he had a slight smirk on his face. My mouth unvoluntarily fell agape at the sight before me.
“Do you like what you see, doll?” He said and raised my chin up to him with his hand. His eyes were focused on my face, as if searching my features. “C'mon, talk to me. You haven’t said a word.”
“Y-yes, sir, I-”
“It’s Daddy to you now.” He butted in.
“Yes, D-daddy,” I hesitated a bit. I know I was quite young to be working here - I finished high school a year ago, and he was a few years older than me, but his ‘daddy’ fetish was a little weird. “I j-just-”
“You look like something’s bothering you, can you tell Daddy what’s wrong?”
Can I? I mean, it has to do with him. Nah, I won’t let my self-consciousness ruin this perfect moment.
“It’s n-nothing, nothing’s bothering me, Daddy.”
“Really? Are you not lying to me, baby girl?”
“I love how it sounds when you say it.” Joker growls at me, making me shiver. His left hand makes its way up my back and soon he’s holding the back of my neck tightly, making me gasp.
He pulls my face closer to his and connects our lips. Oh, so that’s what’s happening. I hesitate at first, but then put my hands around his neck and kiss him back. The way he kissed me was… with power, force and lust. I loved the combination.
I moaned when he bit down on my lower lip with his metal teeth, there was more pleasure than pain. He grunted with a smirk and untied the bow that was holding my uniform together and threw it somewhere on the floor. I kicked off my heels before he pulled down my tights, all while our lips moved in sync.
Joker pulled away abruptly, making me whine at the loss of contact. He then tightened his grip on my neck and I got it as my que to be quiet.
“Now, baby girl,” he said, moving his hands to my back, “I’m gonna lay you down.” He said and did as promised, slowly, almost teasingly, laying my back first down on his bed. The covers felt like silk against my bare thighs, they were so soft. Joker leans back up and removes his… armory. He looked great from this point of view. He looked good from every angle, actually.
“You know,” he starts speaking matter-of-factly, ”you’re lucky I’m in a good mood today. Business went really well, so I’ve got nothing to be angry about. And to come home to such a great view of baby girl cleaning up… makes my day even better.” He finished, opening the lower buttons of his shirt.
“Aren’t you lucky to have me here, all just for you, Daddy?” I asked in a sweet voice, trying to ignore the hundred questions in my mind.
“Of course I am, my dear doll.” He said before getting on the bed and situating himself above me. “But now… it’s time to play a little bit.” He said, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. “What do you say?”
“Sure, Daddy.” I said barely above a whisper. Joker showed me his wicked smile and leaned down to kiss me again. I loved how rough, but soft his lips were, I loved the feeling of them. Mr. J’s hips pressed down on mine and his hands moved up to push my dress off of me. Once it was over my head, he threw it somewhere behind us. Now he was fully clothed with his purple shirt hanging on his torso and I was in only my black matching underwear.
Joker then sat up straight and his eyes raked over my body, mine watching him intently.
“We’ve got something beautiful here.” He stated loudly with a lustful smile. “Aren’t you beautiful, my dear?” He asked rethorically and I couldn’t help but to giggle and bite my lip. I watched as his face lowered down to my neck and he started slowly leaving rough kisses on my skin. I moaned as he traced his lips down my body, the valley of my breasts and he stopped at the middle of my tummy.
“Look at me, doll.” He said quite sternly. I opened my eyes and looked down at him staring at me, his chin resting on my stomach. “Tell me what you want.” He said. He then turned his head so his cheek was on my stomach and his hands were resting under my body. “What do you want… What do you want… What do you want… Tell me, tell me, tell me…” he said, playing with the skin of my back.
“What re the options, Daddy?” I asked, in a half-moan. This all was turning me on so badly I just wanted him to take me right there, right now.
“Well… we could always just go with the boring option… or we could play games… or I could use my fingers, lips or any toy to make you, doll, pleased.” He said with joy filled eyes. “Today’s your day, baby girl. Daddy’s already happy, and he’ll be even more happy if his doll is.” He finished and I smiled at him. “So make your choice, darling.”
“Oh, Daddy, I would love to have your fingers work wonders on me…” I moaned out.
“Beg for it, baby girl.”
“Oh, please, please, please, Daddy, I want your fingers so bad.” I whined, shutting my eyes closed. “Daddy, please.”
“You sound desperate, doll, so…” He rose up in a sitting position, straddling the sides of my hips. “I will give you what you want.” Mr. J said, tracing his fingers all over my face, moving them just the way to arouse me. I bet my panties were so wet it was visible. Jesus Christ, the things this man made me feel…
His fingers moved down to my neck, then to my bra covered chest, kneading and touching it perfectly. Where has he been? He knows how to please a woman so well. He ripped my bra in half and threw it away. Multiple moans left my mouth, getting louder each time.
“Yes, baby, be loud, I love to hear you.” Joker encouraged me, moving his fingers further down my body and stopping just above my underwear. “Where do you want my fingers, doll?” He teased, tracing the line of my underwear with his fingers. “Do you want them…” he said, suddenly cupping my heat and making my back arch up from his bed. “There? Would that be okay with you?” Joker leaned in close to my face, his other hand supporting my back, so we were both sitting up. I put my arms around his neck. “Speak.” He growled.
“Y-yes, Daddy,” I managed to choke out. “Right there.” I said just before Joker pressed on my underwear, beginning to trace circles after. “Daddy, that feels s-so good….” I moaned out, dipping my fingers into his skin. He teased my center before moving my underwear to the side and continuing his work without a fabric bothering. “Daddy, please….”
“What? What is it?” Joker asked. “You don’t like it if I tease you, huh? You don’t like that?” He asked with a fake pout on his lips.
“M-more, please, Daddy…” I begged. I bet there was a satisfied smirk on his face, but I didn’t see. His finger entering me had my eyes closed shut and mouth wide open, high pitched moans leaving it. “Oh, yes…” I sighed in pleasure, only to be interrupted when he added another finger, nearly reaching my G-spot. I almost screamed when he did that, it was more of like a scream and a moan mixed together. Mr. J began to circle them both around in me, bringing me closer to my release any second.
“Are you going to cum on my fingers like the naughty girl you are?” He huskily spoke in my ear, making me near my orgasm even faster. “Go on, do it. Come all over Daddy’s fingers, baby.” He spoke and that was all it took. My body shook, if I hadn’t been holding onto his neck, I’d probably hit the bed hard. With many moans and Mr. J holding me, I finally came to my release.
“Baby, that was wonderful.” He spoke with an audible smirk. I opened my eyes and looked at him, he raised his fingers in my view and licked them clean, humming. “You taste so sweet. I wish I could taste more of you, but not tonight…” Joker said and then leaned forward and kissed me… passionately? It must be a hallucination from the mind-blowing orgasm I just had. With as much energy as I had left, I kissed him back, being laid back down on the mattress under Joker’s body. “Now, baby girl, I hope you can take one more.”
“Of course I can, Daddy.” I replied with a smile. “I can do anything for you.”
“Perfect.” He says and connects our lips again. Joker’s hands then reached down to his pants to unzip them. Soon enough the only thing he was wearing was the shirt, which barely covered anything except his arms. He pulled my panties down my legs and leant back over me. My hands slithered on his chest, reaching under the shirt and tugging it off. Mr. J quickly took it off himself, showing me the whole glory, aka his body. God, he was truly something. I ran my hands over both of his biceps, admiring how strong they were, he was. All his tattoos looked so good on his white skin, it was a total contrast.
“Doll, you’ll have another time to analyze my body, but it’s not now.” Joker spoke, aligning himself with my entrance. “I believe we have something better to do now, don’t we?” He said before pushing all the way in, making me yelp out loudly. I had forgot how roughly gentle he was during sex, god… I loved it. I loved everything about him.
“Please, faster..” I moaned out. Soon enough I got what I wanted, Joker and me both moaning in sync. He kissed down my neck while pounding into me like there was no tomorrow, totally leaving a hickey here and there.
“Are you close, baby?” He whispered lowly.
“I am now…” I said.
“Are you going to cum for the second time tonight, doll?” He teased, knowing just how to speak to get me cum sooner. “Aren’t you a naughty little slut for Daddy?”
“Y-yes, Daddy, I am…” It was so hard to speak while he was so deep in me, he was already touching my G-spot again. “Can you p-please go.. Ah! Deeper…” I asked, knowing it’d hurt a bit, but it would be worth it. Joker pushed harder, deeper into me, stretching me out a bit more than before. A string of moans came past my lips when he went probably balls deep in me, and it felt so amazing. “I’m s-so, so close, Daddy…” I moaned out, pulling him closer to me and scratching my nails against the skin of his back.
“Cum, baby, cum for me…” He said shakily, shooting his load in me just as I came undone. My legs were shaking and we were both sweating and breathing heavily. He pulled his member out of me and collapsed on the bed next to me. Now one thing I knew about him was that he couldn’t let anyone see him defeated or just… done in general. But he looked quite exhausted now, beaten down.
J looked at me and turned my face in his direction by grabbing my chin. My eyelids were dropping close already, I could barely see him in front of me.
“Rest, my doll.” He said. “You did amazing.” Him kissing my lips was the last thing I felt before totally blacking out.
a/n: i fINISHED IT OMG YES AHAHHAHAH I AM SO WRITING THE NEXT MORNING TOMORROW MUHAHAHAHH THANKS FOR READING I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH REBLOG AND LIKE IF YOU NEED HOLY WATER I HOPE ITS NOT AS BAD AS I THINK IT IS
okay yes this whole scene is amazing etc etc but can we talk about how isak looks at even in this gif? you can literally see the love in his eyes, and how much he admires the boy standing in front of him. how incredibly lucky he feels that he only is a couple of centimeters away from the man of his life , not to mention how lucky he feels that last night actually happened amirite???? i also absolutely love how weak isak looks, just by looking at even; how he looks like he could fall apart any second because he loves this guy way too much for his own good. i mean he’s barely even had the chance to wake up yet, but i’m pretty sure he can already tell this will be one of the best days of his whole entire life, because he gets to spend it knowing that he’s got even. and it’s not really hard to miss how badly he wants to kiss him, but then again he doesn’t really mind watching him dance for a little while longer… so this post is a mess but so am i after seeing this like 50 times so just shh
To say you were craving sugar was an understatement. You had just finished raiding your kitchen and when you came up empty handed in your search for sweets you could’ve nearly broken down into tears. You were making your way into the living room with a pout on your face when you saw it.
“Ah my love, you wanna come cuddle on tha couch?” You weren’t really listening to him, you were more focused on the pint of ice cream that Harry had between his hands. You quickly plopped down next to him making him laugh as you snuggled up closer to him.
“Harry where did you get that?” He looked down at the ice cream in his hands as you started to reach for the spoon he was currently not using. He quickly moved the sweet treat out of your reach making your mouth once again fall into a pout.
“Oh no ya don’t! Last time I shared my ice cream with you I got left with all the minty bits and all the chocolate was gone!” You just rolled your eyes as you reached over him in attempt to grab the ice cream from his outstretched arm.
“Don’t be so dramatic Harry, I just want a bite.” You heard Harry laugh as you were now practically in his lap trying to get the ice cream from his hand. You let out an annoyed sigh as you reached up one more time in efforts to grab the container that held the sweet treat you were craving so badly.
“Psh, a bite my love is one spoonful.” He slowly lowered his arm as his free one wrapped around your waist and pulled you down onto his lap. “But your version of a bite means that in a matter of minutes my ice cream will be half gone.” You rolled your eyes as you turned yourself around so your back was against his chest.
“Well when I like something I just can’t help myself.” You stated causing Harry to laugh lightly as his arm wrapped tighter around your waist. “Can I please just have a bite Harry, I’ve been craving sweets.” You turned your head as you gave him your sweetest smile making him roll his eyes.
“Fine,” you couldn’t help but giggle in delight as Harry handed you the ice cream. “One bite.” He added as you turned your attention to the pint of ice cream that was now in your hands. You quickly crossed your legs while still sitting in Harry’s lap, Harry wrapped his other arm around your waist giving you a light squeeze as he placed a sweet kiss to your neck.
“Not now Harry,” you felt him smile against your skin. “I’m trying to eat.” You felt him laugh against your neck causing you to squirm as his breath hit your skin.
“Oh there is more ice cream in the freezer my love,” your eyes widened as his words hit your ears. “I just hid it from you.” You almost dropped the spoon that was in your hand, you snapped your head to the side so you could look at him.
“You hid it from me?” Your tone was playful but Harry knew by the way your eyebrows were so close together that you were slightly annoyed. “Why would you hide my ice cream? You know how much I love it.” Harry couldn’t help but just roll his eyes at you as you placed another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth.
Harry knew what you were doing, he wasn’t new to your games. He knew this was how you were trying to distract him so you could finish off his treat before he had a chance to eat anymore of it. Harry quickly just placed a sweet kiss to your cheek as you turned your attention to the television.
“Pretty woman,” he whispered in your ear. “One of our favorites.” He brought you closer to him as he twisted your bodies to he was now leaned against the armrest of the couch and you could spread your legs out between his.
“You have good taste in ice cream,” you stated as you placed the now empty container on the floor next to the couch, Harry just shook his head when he saw you lick the spoon before putting inside the container as well. “And in movies, I’m one lucky girl.” You added as you snuggled into Harry a bit more resting your head on his chest as his arms found their way to your middle.
“Yes one lucky girl indeed.” You felt him kiss the top of your head leaving his lips there for a moment. You loved having cuddles on the couch with Harry while the two of you watched a movie, you loved it even more when it involved ice cream.
Summary: The reader is tired of Bucky treating her like some pawn in his own game. When the reader finally decides to do something about it, the game changes all together.
Word Count: 867
Authors note: I’m getting my computer fixed and wanted to make sure I had something for you guys incase it takes awhile!! Of course this is SMUT FILLED! I couldn’t help myself when I thought about Bucky having a name kink;)
You’d been waiting to train with Bucky for about ten minutes now. To be honest, the only reason you were doing this was because Steve.
The last mission had been pretty rough, and Steve believed that Bucky could help you be more experienced for the next one.
The only problem was that you didn’t exactly get a long with Bucky. it wasn’t that he was an awful person, but he was damn cocky.
He’d always make little remarks, acting as if you were madly in love with him. He’d find little ways to touch you, and when you’d look at him with wide eyes he’d just be sitting there with a grin on his face.
@ohmypageet requested: Hey! I wanna ask you ‘bout if you write song fics or not. If you do can you write negan x reader one with the song “I don’t wanna live forever” (by Zayn and Taylor Swift)
Character(s): Negan and Reader Summary: Negan realizes the truth to the saying, “you never know what you have until you’ve lost it.” When you, one of his wives, decide to leave him, you wonder if you’ve made the right decision and Negan starts to question if he should have let you go in the first place. Word Count: 3,208 Warning: Angst (kinda)??? Author’s Note: All right. I have listened to this song multiple times and @ohmypageet, thank you so so much for sending this request in. It definitely took me out of my comfort zone and I loved writing this story! It also shows a different side of Negan that we all know he’s capable of having ;-). So, here’s to my first attempt at a songfic, and I hope you enjoy it! :-)
Hey can you do a Isaac imagine where your bestfriends before the bite and after he starts acting like an ass to you so you call him out on it and tell him that the person in front of you isn’t your bestfriend. You can decide how it ends thanks loves 💚🖤
gif cred: @sincerelystiles
Her head spun, cool wind whipping against her cheekbones as she sprinted through the green underbrush, her eyes reflecting the stars in the sky, lungs filling with the scent of fresh pines. She continued to run, to press on until her legs ached and her chest heaved with the need for oxygen, stopping to sink onto a patch of dirt that had a vantage point over the forest, giving her a birds eye view of the trees which were cloaked in inky darkness. The girl outstretched her legs, fingers sinking in the soil, and eyes fluttering closed while she took in the sweet release of peace and quiet, soon to be broken by an aggravated werewolf.
“(Y/N),” came a voice from behind her.
She flinched, blinking through her long lashes to get a look at the person who stood shrouded in moonlight.
“Isaac? What are you doing here?” she asked with intrigue.
He sunk down beside her, his eyes forward, “I could ask you the same.” A starry glow settled over his defined facial structure, blue eyes glowing vibrantly under the diamond dotted sky.
“Oh?” she responded in confusion. “I’ve just been feeling really weighed down recently, what with,” she paused a moment, “you know, everything that’s been going on.”
“You mean you becoming a werewolf,” Isaac grumbled.
“Yes, that. I guess I just needed to get out, escape it all for a little while,” she sighed, not picking up on the bitterness in Isaac’s voice.
“Yeah, well you can’t escape it. This sticks with you, and it’ll stay that way for the rest of you’re life, so don’t think you can just run through the forest and lose that part of you with the wind,” he said flatly.
She stared at the stone faced boy who sat beside her, and he continued on ignoring her gaze and running his fingers through his honey hair with agitation.
“I…um, okay?” she managed at last.
“That’s it? Okay?” Isaac snapped, turning to her and staring daggers into her bewildered expression.
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” she admitted. “I was just taking a breather to clear my mind, alright?”
“Yeah well maybe you should realize that coming out here at night will do nothing to change the fact that you’re life is over, and it has been from the second you were bit,” Isaac fired back, his jaw pulsating.
Her brows arched, lips parting in surprise, “excuse me?!”
Isaac tilted his face in towards hers, his voice soft and dangerous, “you heard me.”
She stood at once, kicking up dirt and spinning on her heel, her head tilted to the canvas in the sky as she took in shaky breaths and tried with all her might to calm her heartbeat.
“Feel that?” he whispered from behind her. “Heart racing, anger flaring, and that urge that’s begging you to turn right now? Just some of the perks of being a monster.”
“Stop it,” she commanded, her fists balling, nails pinching at her flesh as they extended outwards.
“Go on, let yourself do it. Or don’t. It’s not like you have the self restraint anyways,” he dared.
“SHUT UP!” she bellowed, turning and throwing a fist out towards the werewolf, who instantly caught her blow in his palm.
“Nice try,” he smirked with amusement, “rookie effort.”
She let a soft growl, a rumble gathering in her chest, fangs sinking into her tongue as they peeked out.
“Good, you’re angry,” he sighed with false pity. “It’s too easy with you.”
“Stop it,” she commanded through a ragged breath.
“Or what? You’ll fail at me again?” he breathed.
She looked at the boy in front of her, the one with the strong exterior but soft spot in his heart. She wanted to see him, his cute little smile and bouncy little curls, but she only saw a stranger under the moonlight.
“Just admit it, you’re too pathetic to ever survive our lifestyle,” he snapped.
“Stop,” she said again, her nostrils flaring as she pushed down the pain in her chest.
“Make me,” he dared.
Her eyes flared a bright copper color, claws extending, teeth protruding, and a growl emerging from her lips. She threw out a fist, but Isaac easily ducked, his head bent to the ground, and when it lifted again, his normally bright blue eyes mimicked her own. He lunged forward and aimed a fist at her, but she twisted his wrist back before he could make contact, causing him to wince out in pain. He fought back harder this time, his knee coming to her stomach and making her stumble back, the wind being forced out of her. She snarled and raked her claws against his flesh, but only enough to scrape at his skin.
“Come on,” he panted, “I know you could hurt me right now, and yet you haven’t.”
She went to slash at him again, but when he simply stood there as if to let her, withdrew her claws and pulled away.
“Why won’t you do it?” has asked, his golden eyes narrowing.
She only shook her head in response.
“DO IT,” he screamed, sending a punch at her jaw.
But she didn’t withdraw, she just stood there as his fist made contact with her face, hoping he wouldn’t do it, and crying out with anguish when he did. Her jaw was broken, and even though she could feel it healing at once, it still hurt like hell. The girl whimpered and hobbled away from Isaac, clutching at her face and sinking to the ground as a fresh waved of tears begged for escape behind her closed eyes, her fangs and teeth receding at once. She did not welcome the sobs that came, aware it only made her look even weaker, but she also didn’t accept the hand that came to her shoulder.
“You won, okay? Now leave me alone,” she said through a broken sob, her knees tucked to her chest.
“(Y/N)…” Isaac started unsurely.
“LEAVE!” she screeched, causing him to step back in alarm. “If you want me out of your life so badly, just do it already. I would’ve cared if it was Isaac Lahey, my best friend,” she whimpered, “but you’re not him. Not since I turned, at least.”
“I just-” Isaac began again.
“Don’t,” she begged softly.
Isaac gulped down the lump in his throat, giving a shake of his head, blonde curls spilling over his forehead.
“I don’t know what happened to you, Isaac, but this isn’t you. I don’t know why you hate me because you know I-I never wanted this. I d-didn’t want to be a werewolf, but now I have to be, because I got lucky enough to have a second chance at living, and I thought you of all people would want that for me. But I guess I was wrong, and you’d rather have me dead.” She lifted her head, steely eyes staring forward.
“I don’t want that,” he whispered, almost inaudibly.
“Then what happened!?” she stood, spinning to face the somber looking boy. “What happened to our little moments, our talks, our hugs, our laughs? Did they all die with me?” she panted softly.
Isaac’s eyes softened with sadness, “I don’t know.”
“So that’s it then? I lost my best friend with no explanation as to why?”
He shook his head, blinking through his lashes, his jaw pulsating lightly.
“Fine,” she turned to leave with a bitter chuckle.
“Wait,” he begged, voice breaking.
She stopped in her tracks, listening.
“I know you never wanted to be a werewolf, but…neither did I. When I found out what happened to you, I just- I broke inside. Not because of anything you’d done, but because of my own selfishness. I never wanted this for you because you don’t deserve it, you deserved the world, and you were so close to having it in your hands. You had a whole life ahead of you, one you worked so hard for, one you should’ve had, but instead you got this, you got-” he paused, tears leaking from his eyes, his lower lip quivering, “you got me.”
She turned slowly, looking at the broken boy who stood before her.
“I mean when I turned I had nothing but a life of no purpose, and a father who made me fear for my existence, I was already gone,” he trembled. “But not you. You were good, and you had friends, family, good grades, and a good life. I knew that becoming a werewolf meant all of that would change for you, and nothing would ever be the same again. I guess I just thought the best way for you to go on was without a person like me in your life, a person with nothing to offer you but more pain, and the easiest way for me to do that is if you hated me, which you do now.”
He took in a shaky breath, “I’m so sorry.”
She stared at him, tears streaming down her cheeks, not giving another moment of hesitation before she launched herself into Isaac’s chest, her arms flying around his neck and face burrowing into his collarbone. He froze for a second with surprise before he relaxed around her, arms around her waist and squeezing her tightly into him.
“You were always good enough for me, Isaac Lahey,” she breathed into him.
He placed his chin atop her head, silent tears pooling in his eyes as he brought his hand to her hair and ran his slender fingers through her locks, his throat closing up.
“And you were right. With everything that’s been going on, I’m- I’m scared,” she mumbled into him. “And that’s why I need my best friend now more than ever. Because despite everything, you’ve always remained the one constant in my life, and you’re…” she trailed off.
“What?” he murmured, releasing her as his hands came to cup either side of her face so he could get a good look at her.
“You’re my anchor,” she whispered.
He used his thumb to brush the tears away from her eyes, his touch comforting to her cold flesh.
“I will never leave you. Ever.”
Her own hand came to lace through Isaac’s fingers, “promise?”
“I promise you,” he said. “And I will do everything I can to help you, to make sure you get that life you so dearly deserve.”
She bent forward, touching her forehead gently to his, unsure of what to say anymore. Isaac’s bright blue eyes bore into her own, causing her heart to flutter, and the ground to spin beneath her.
“Trying to let go of you only taught me my greatest fear,” he said softly, after a long silence.
(this image isn’t mine!! credit to whoever owns it, i couldn’t find the original xx)
Patching Things Up
Summary: Fighting with Peter is never fun, but when you take it a bit too far things get a little dicey. You end up having to try to fix your relationship (and a pretty beat up Peter) and find yourself discovering a little more about him than you expected
Warnings: Blood is mentioned but it’s nothing too bad :)
Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker
Genre: Angst + Fluff
Word Count: 2.5k
A/N: WOAH my other writing thing got a bunch of notes for no reason omg I hope to keep posting and eventfully make a masterlist?? but yeah enjoy!
Peter was your close friend and you’d do absolutely anything for him, but man did he piss you off sometimes. You both were generally very easygoing and sweet people, but sometimes your opinions and viewpoints clashed dramatically. You argued about things ranging from what toppings to order on your pizza to who was the worst at math. Almost every argument you had was over silly stuff and you two made up instantly when you were finished. There was one exception though.
Spiderman. When you first found out about Peter’s secret you were stoked. It was an accident, of course. Ned let it slip one day when the two of you were talking and, against his wishes, you confronted Peter about it.
“I can’t believe you never told me!” you gushed excitedly. “There’s so many things I want to ask. Can you talk to actual spiders? Do webs come out of your butt? Spiders use poison to make their food mushy so they can eat it, is that what you do? I’ve never noticed.”
“How did you… Ned, are you serious?” Peter asked, his voice strained. “Y/N you weren’t supposed to find out. You have to swear not to tell anyone.”
“Your secret’s safe with me,” you said with a wink. “It’s not like anyone would believe me anyway, but I’ll keep it to myself.”
“What, you don’t think Peter Parker can take on massive villains with crazy weapons and stuff?” he asked, looking mildly offended.
“Honestly? Not really,” you admitted. “No offense Pete, you’re just not that threatening or tough.” His eyes flashed and you knew this was going to be the beginning of something.
“Well that sucks because I don’t see you risking your life every single night fighting bad guys ten times your size,” he said angrily. “I get beat up really badly all the time but you should see the other guy. I like to think I’m somewhat good at what I do.” You stared at him for a second, your mind processing what he just said.
“Peter you have to stop,” you said suddenly. He paused, clearly taken aback.
“Y-you want me to stop? Stop being Spiderman?”
“Yes,” you hesitated. “It’s so dangerous, what would I do if something bad happened to you? God, I can’t believe this. What if you’d gotten killed? Please, you have to stop.” He took a step away from you, looking hurt.
“Y/N I have to do this,” he said. “If I don’t then so many more people are in danger. Don’t you get it? I can save people! I’ve already saved people. Isn’t that more important than whether or not I get some bruises once in a while? It’s so selfish of you to even say that!” His voice raised as he went, his emotions running wild. For as long as you’d known Peter he had never raised his voice like that at you. You could feel your heart pumping faster as you glared at him.
“If you keep being Spiderman we can’t be friends.” As soon as you said it you regretted it. The look on his face was like a punch to the gut. You hadn’t been friends for very long but you were still extremely close and you knew life without Peter would totally suck. It wasn’t an empty threat though. His safety was really important to you and you hated the idea of him setting off every night to go get knocked around.
“I won’t,” he said in a low voice. You blinked, feeling tears prick the corners of your eyes.
“Then I guess we’re not friends anymore.”
“I guess not.” He didn’t look away, his gaze defiant and strong. You suddenly understood where Spiderman’s bravery came from. You readjusted the backpack on your shoulder and turned away, walking away from him.
It has been a few weeks since the fight had gone down and neither of you had spoken since. You were ashamed of your behavior but were too stubborn to go back on your word. It wasn’t really fair of you to ask him to give it up entirely but he had to understand the gravity of the situation. You checked the news obsessively every night to see if there was any information about Spiderman. You followed update accounts on twitter and even downloaded news apps with live coverage just in case. Every time Peter missed a day at school you were filled with anxiety and fear that he wouldn’t ever come back. You used Ned as a resource to find out how Peter was doing. Ned, caught in the middle, would always desperately ask you to talk to him again. He claimed that Peter had gotten really closed off and irritable and was ignoring just about everyone. It hurt you, but you were determined to prove a point.
One night when you were about to hop in the shower after a particularly long day your phone started going off like crazy. All kinds of notifications were popping up about a huge scale accident by Coney Island that involved one of the Avenger’s planes. Spiderman had been seen there, and from the looks of it he must have gotten pretty badly injured. Panic seized your body as you thought of Peter lying helplessly in the wreckage. You tried to shake it off. He was probably fine, this was his decision anyway. You decided to ignore it for the time being and just shower.
You were in the middle of drying yourself off when you heard the doorbell ring. You froze, your imagination spewing out worst case scenarios. You were home alone and there was a very slim chance it was your parents. What if it was a murderer? It would totally suck to be killed naked. The doorbell rang again a second and third time though and at that point your curiosity got the best of you. Your pulled your towel tightly around you and went to check the front door. You looked through the peep hole and saw a familiar face.
Peter. You swung the door open and almost passed out at the sight before you. He looked as if he had been in a gang fight or something. His entire face was cut and scratched with dark purple spots around his eyes. His lip was bleeding as well as a spot on his cheek. He was wearing a hoodie but he hadn’t bothered to put different pants over the suit, and you could see it had been ripped a few times.
“Holy shit!” you exclaimed. “Peter, what happened? Never mind, tell me later. My god, sit down.” Your mind was reeling as you desperately tried to think of how to fix his wounds. Peter cleared his throat, disrupting your thoughts.
“Not to be creepy but can you put on clothes first? I’m hurt but I’m not dying and it’s kinda awkward…” His voice came out raspy but still carried the joking tone. Heat rushed to your face and you nodded, running back to your bathroom to quickly get your pajamas on. When you came back Peter was laying on the couch, his eyes closed. You sat down next to him gingerly and he looked up at you.
“Y/N… I’m sorry,” he said, his voice cracking. He sounded exhausted and defeated. “Y-you were right. Putting myself in harm’s way is stupid and I can’t always handle things on my own. I can’t do anything on my own, actually. I need you to talk to me again, I’m slowly going insane. I missed you so much and it was so much worse than any pain I’ve ever gone through in my whole life.” You swallowed hard, holding back tears. He looked so incredibly vulnerable and it broke your heart that what you had done upset him so much.
“Peter, listen…” you started but he cut you off.
“I-If you want I’ll even give up on Spiderman.” You paused for a second. He was really willing to give up such an important part of his life just to get you to talk to him again. You realized that being a hero was just who he was, and his selflessness made you feel really proud.
“I don’t want you to,” you said gently. “We need someone like you out there protecting us. I’m sorry I made you feel bad, I guess I’m not as good of a person as you are. I’m still gonna be upset when you get hurt like this but if it’s what you want to do then I shouldn’t be the one to stop you.” He grinned and his smile even reached his tired eyes. You missed seeing that smile and it lifted your spirits.
“I can deal with you being grumpy sometimes, it’s better than nothing. I had to listen to Ned talk about computer programming for like an hour yesterday and nobody came to my rescue. Maybe that can be your superpower?”
“Maybe,” you chuckled. “Now, do you want ice or something? You look terrible. Not that you don’t always look terrible, Parker.” He laughed, cringing at the pain shooting up his side. You looked at him nervously, unsure of how to help him.
“Ice sounds great actually,” he said. You nodded and rushed to the freezer to find an ice pack. You wrapped it in a thin towel so that it wouldn’t be super cold and brought it back to him. His face was drained of all color and there were beads of sweat all across his forehead.
“Pete, I think you might have a concussion,” you said as you eyed the bump on his head. “Your pupils are all dilated and you’re turning black and blue.”
“I’m fine,” he declared as he sat up, the look in his eyes showing he immediately regretted his decision. “Actually do you… I need to go throw up.” You helped him up and guided him to the bathroom. He insisted that he was good on his own and you waited anxiously outside the door, listening to him coughing and retching. You were a wreck. Your nursing skills were slim to none and you were basically useless in this situation. You did, however, have a driver’s license and you decided that you needed to take Peter to the hospital.
“Ok, I’m fine now,” he said as he emerged. He looked ghostly pale and generally ragged.
“Yeah, no,” you said. “I’m taking you to a doctor. I’ll call your aunt and let her know what’s going on, let’s go.”
“Y/N I don’t need a doctor,” he argued. “I feel great! I just want to stay here… Can I crash with you? Will your parents be mad?” You considered it for a moment. Your parents wouldn’t care, they’d known Peter for a while and trusted you enough to have him over. The thought of not having his head checked out made you a little nervous but when you looked at his pleading face you couldn’t say no.
“Fine, but you have to stay close to me in case something happens. I’ll find you a garbage can or something if you feel like you’re going to be sick again. Do you want a change of clothes? I have some of your shirts that you’ve left here.”
“That would be fantastic,” he said weakly. “I’m really sorry, this is all my fault.” He apologized about seven times in a row as you went to grab him a t-shirt.
“Peter, you know I love it when I’m right but if you could please shut up for like a minute that would be great.” You handed him the shirt and he just stared up at you. You raised your eyebrows and he smiled awkwardly.
“I’m wearing the suit under this and I don’t have other pants,” he told you. You rolled your eyes and he laughed despite the pain.
“You have boxers right? I’m not in middle school, I can handle it. Besides, it can’t be any more embarrassing than the skin-tight suit.”
“What’s wrong with the suit?” he asked defensively. You shook your head, not ready to start another argument with him. He carefully pulled off the hoodie and you gasped. There was blood all over the front of the suit that had been hidden from your sight by the sweatshirt.
“I’m good!” he exclaimed, trying to remind you. He pushed the button on the front of his suit and it fell down in a heap on the floor. You got a good look at his chest which was a lot more muscular than you would have thought. There was a big gash going down from his rib cage to his lower stomach that thankfully seemed to have stopped bleeding.
“Hey,” he said. “My eyes are up here.” You felt your face flush and he giggled.
“Oh shut up,” you laughed. “Since when do you have abs? I thought you were a nerd?”
“W-what? Oh uh I guess I just got fit from… fighting crime and stuff,” he stammered. He yanked the shirt over his head, all the carefulness from earlier abandoned. The two of you usually didn’t flirt or feel any weird tension, but suddenly the air felt stifling. He gazed over at you, clearly feeling the awkward mood settling as well.
“Hey, you know maybe I should go and…” you started to say, trailing off as Peter stepped closer to you cautiously. Your heart was beating so loud you were sure that he could hear it too. He looked as nervous as you felt, but the distance between you was closing rapidly. Soon enough he was right in front of you, his eyes fixed on your mouth. You knew what was going on, you just wouldn’t have ever guessed Peter would initiate it like this. His lips dangerously close to yours, he paused.
“Is this ok?” he murmured. You nodded slowly and he went for it. There was the faint taste of copper from the blood on his bottom lip, but that didn’t bother you. You pulled away first, your mind racing. What did this mean for you? Were you friends still or something else?
“Peter, I-” you said softly, but he beat you to it.
“I-I don’t know why I did that,” he said. “I just… I was thinking about what would happen if we weren’t friends and it messed me up inside, you know? After the first day of you ignoring me I knew that I liked you, like a lot. I don’t know if you feel the same way, I shouldn’t have made it weird…”
“I do feel the same way,” you said, surprising even yourself. “Let’s not fight like that again. You’re way too important to me.” You pulled his arm gently and the two of you sat down on the couch together. You were quiet for a moment before you looked over at him.
“Does this mean I’m dating a superhero?” you whispered.
“If you’re cool with it, yeah.”
“Once you feel better will take me on a date and show me how the web thing works?” He rested his head on your shoulder and thought for a moment.
“I think I might feel better tomorrow evening, maybe around 7?”
“Darling…come here.” A voice like velvet. He was sitting at the edge of the large four poster bed you shared. He reached out to you and took your hand. His firm grip pulled you onto his lap once more.
“Sorry I left.” You said. You really hoped that it didn’t piss him off. “I think the whole gurgling and blood kinda hit me harder than usual.”
Balor smirked a little but nodded.
“I figured that much.” He pressed his forehead against your chest and sighed. “It’s not something most people can handle seeing.”
You hummed in agreement. A moment passed before Balor looked up at you again.
“You need to do something for me.” He said.
“Sure, anything.” You wanted so badly to please him. He could tell you were eager to do whatever he wanted, just like a good obedient wife would. Obedience was something he felt a good wife and queen had, but it wasn’t just that, respect was what he truly wanted and she had been doing so well with it. Now if only he could break her out of her shy little shell.
“Whenever you desire something, anything at all I want you to tell me.” Balor said. He could see the surprise in her eyes. “I mean it, I want you to say it, not wait till I get inside your mind.” His eyes focused on your lips. His hand reached up and traced the pout of your bottom lip.
“Balor…” you whimpered. You could feel it happening again, seeing him still covered in the sweat and grime of his battles just had an effect. He was untouchable, unpredictable, and good sweet Jesus he was gorgeous.
“I want to hear you say it.” His voice got deeper. His thumb rested just below your bottom lip. “I want that pretty little mouth of yours to tell me what you need.”
“You.” It felt like a breath of fresh air. “I need you, as you are right now..”
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*not my gif
Y/N and Kai walked down the street , only now realising they had no idea where they were. It wasn’t Mystic Falls or her home town (Grove Hill) , that was for sure.
“We are in ATLANTA ?! How did we end up here ?” Y/N wondered out loud , looking at her phone’s GPS. It was barely 6PM.
Y/N glanced at Kai who was looking nervously around.
“Don’t worry , we’ll get to New Orleans in time for Thanksgiving dinner.” she said , squeezing lightly his shoulder. “You are not missing your favorite holiday..”
“It’s not that. I’m hungry … like hungry.”
Y/N put her phone in the backpockets of her jeans and took Kai’s hand leading him into one of the small streets near by. She hadn’t realised it has been almost a day since the last time they fed.
“Put your arms around me.”
“What?” Kai asked confused.
“Just go with it okay… There is some event going on down the street. We need to blend in.”
Kai did as asked trying not to think about how good it felt to put his arms around her that way. They entered the crowd faking smiles , Y/N looked around the crowd and then saw exactly what they needed.
“There. You see them?” she said in low voice , loud enough for only Kai to hear. He followed her gaze seeing a guy trying to convince a girl , who clearly felt uncomfortable , to go home with him. “Let’s go.”
Y/N took Kai’s hand and pushed their way through the crowd.
“Hey guys. Nice party isn’t it?” Y/N said smiling excitedly , then suddenly turned towards the girl grabbing her shoulders. “Go home , sweetie.”
“I’ll go home.” the girl repeated in unison and walked away from them.
“What the hell was that ? I was just about to -”
The guy protested but Y/N didn’t give him a chance to.
“Oh but I thought we could have some fun.” Y/N said with a smile , biting her lower lip watching the guy choke from the surprise. Kai was wondering where Y/N was going with this , and as if she knew what he was thinking she glanced at him giving him a small wink. Y/N looked around noticing a small dark alley nearby and she basically pushed the guy in there , pulling Kai behind her. “Don’t move or scream.”
Y/N held the guy by the shoulders and in a second flash she sank her teeth into his neck only getting a taste before turning towards Kai who’s eyes were wide and dark with hunger. Kai looked at her , blood lightly dripping down her chin. He reached for her , wiping some of the blood with his thumb trying to fight the urge to kiss her. Their eyes met for a second and Kai nearly leaned in , except the guy groaned behind them in the exact same moment returning him to reality.
“This is going to be fun.” he muttered to himself , seeing the corners of Y/N’s mouth twitch.
Kai felt his fangs come out , his vampirism take over and sank his teeth into the guy’s neck. In all his time since he had turned , there had been barely two or three times he had fed directly yet somehow this time felt different. He could feel Y/N’s eyes on him the entire time. Maybe that’s why.
“Listen to the heartbeat , Kai. It will tell you when to stop.”
Kai tried to listen to the heartbeat as she said , but he was getting distracted , holding onto the guy’s shoulders draining an artery after artery. He felt someone’s hands on his shoulder. A wave of shock washed over him realising who it was and he pulled away from the guy the same second.
“I … I don’t …” he stammered , glancing between the guy’s body on the floor and Y/N’s eyes. He didn’t want Y/N to see this side of him , the murderous ‘not going to stop because I like it’ side.
“It’s OK. Actually you did pretty good. You didn’t kill him , he is just about to pass out from the blood loss..”
Y/N gave him a smile , kneeling down to the guy and feeding him some of her blood. He was still concious , his heart beat slowly returning to normal.
“Leave and forget about this.”
The guy got up and left as if nothing had happened. Y/N got up placing a hand on Kai’s chest for a moment. He looked startled , afraid to look at her. He wanted so badly for things to work out , for him to have her as a friend at least. He didn’t want to disappoint her in any way. Y/N cupped his face.
“Hey. You did better than me the first time I tried. Klaus had to snap my neck to stop me from finishing the guy off.” she laughed nervously. “You will get better at it and I am pretty sure you will end up having better control than I ever did.”
“I somehow doubt that.” Kai said with a small smile. “I’ll try on my own now..”
Y/N nodded , wiping some of the blood from Kai’s chin , remembering the first time they had met and how different he had been back then. He was trying to be better , she just couldn’t figure out why.
Later that night they compelled themself a car and headed for New Orleans. Kai and Y/N spent their first night back in the real world under the stars , with the car parked on the side of the road. They lay on the blanket pointing at the sky. Turned out Y/N knew pretty much all constellations. Kai was too busy looking at her instead of the sky. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have her as a friend. Her eyes sparkled in the darkness and she rarely stopped smiling. Even when Y/N was being serious about something , there was a smile on her face. If he had met her under different circumstances , he probably would’ve said she is annoyingly positive about everything. One thing had become clear to him during that first day - he loved her even more.
Y/N rested her head on Kai’s chest.
“You will love Klaus and I know he will love you. He has a little bit of a temper but other than that he is very kind and loving.”
“What about the rest of his family ? What are they like ?” Kai asked curious. He had heard stories about them from Damon a long time ago , but he trusted Y/N’s opinion way more.
“I don’t really know. I’ve met his brother Elijah but the rest of his siblings were daggered at the time.” Y/N yawned at the last words and snuggled closer to Kai who awkwardly put his arms around her.
“Get some sleep , I’ll … I’ll watch over you.”
“What would I do without you ?” she mummbled slowly drifting into sleep.
The next day right after sunrise , they got on the road. Y/N decided to drive seeing how Kai hadn’t slept the entire night. He seemed weird when she had woken up this morning , not taking his eyes off her for a second. Around 5PM they finally got to New Orleans. They parked the car a few streets away from the compound and slowly made their way down the crowded streets. Y/N nearly danced on the way there , holding Kai’s had who couldn’t help but smile the whole way there. Somehow Y/N had found her way into his bloodstream and he loved her more with every passing moment. Though he was still scared she might change her mind and leave him. The entire night he had spent watching her sleep , stroking her hair and lightly brushing her cheeks with the back of his hand.In her sleep she snuggled even closer to him and a few times mumbled something in her sleep he couldn’t quite understand. When the sun had started to come up , he wished the night had never ended. He just wanted them to stay together , just the two of them … forever.
Kai and Y/N walked into the compound - someone had spent their time decorating the place for the holiday.
“I’ll be right back.” Y/N said whooshing away for a second to the bathroom.
Kai put his hands in his pockets , looking around - there was a large table set up with decorations and everything. He took a few steps towards it , picking up a cornucopia decoration from the table , checking it out , a smile on his face.
‘Cool.’ he mouthed.
“Who might you be ?” said a male voice with an accent making Kai glance in the direction of the voice. From the description Y/N had given him , this must be Klaus Mikaelson. Kai turned around , outstretching his hand to shake the stranger’s.
“OH Hello… I’m Kai … Parker. I’m with -”
“KLAUS !” Y/N screamed excitedly running and jumping into Klaus’ arms. Both of them laughing.
“Welcome home , little wolf.” said Klaus unable to keep the smile off his face. “I see you brought a gentleman home.. Your boyfriend I assume ? Has he been keeping you away from us ?”
“I wish …” Kai muttered to himself , Klaus glancing at him tho Y/N didn’t seem to hear his comment. She was too busy smiling , laughing and hugging two strangers that had appeared dowstairs a few moment after Klaus. The strangers seemed to be a couple. The guy was wearing a suit and had his hand wrapped around the girl’s waist. Y/N jumped up towards Kai with a smile on her face.
“Klaus , Elijah … Hayley.” she said lightly bumping her shoulder against Kai’s. “This is Malachai. He is a hybrid too , a vampire / witch hybrid…and no , he is not my boyfriend. We are just friends.”
“Best friends.” Kai corrected her , shaking hands with Elijah and Hayley.
“Yeah.The bestest of best friends.” she said kissing him on the cheek.
Klaus kept glancing from Y/N to Kai , his hands crossed on his chest and he smiled at them while shaking his head.
“Fascinating. You can tell us the story during dinner. I want to hear every detail. And your return demands celebration. We are throwing you a party … Tomorrow.”
Thanksgiving dinner had went well , sort of. Klaus kept eyeing Y/N and Kai. They told Klaus , Elijah , Hayley and Freya their story after Hope had gone to bed , not wanting to scare her. Kai seemed tense at first but as the evening went on he relaxed , specially after none of the Mikaelson’s judged him for what he had done. They were nice and even told him he can stay and live there with them. Kai had gotten his own room which was only down the hall from Y/N. He didn’t want to spend the night away from her , but was too nervous to say something unsure how the Mikaelson’s would react. Last thing he wanted was to get her family upset with him. His fears however turned out to be completely unfounded because around midnight , Y/N opened his bedroom door and walked inside.
“What ? You didn’t think I’d let you spend the night alone did you ?” she said smiling , carefully closing the door behind her. Y/N had seen Kai’s face when he realised he’d have to spend the night alone and knew how much he hated being alone , so she decided to go spend the night with him.
Kai grinned when she tossed herself on to the bed next to him.
“Won’t Klaus be angry ? I don’t want to see his bad side.” he swallowed hard. “
“He won’t.” she said turning on her side until she faced him. “So ? What do you think ? Aren’t they the best !”
Kai turned on his side too , his hand under his head. He sighed. “Yes , they are. And Klaus’ daughter .. Hope ? She is something special. No one has ever wanted to sit on my lap or play with me or anything… I like her.” he smiled.
“Yeah , she is the cutest…and I think she likes you. I am afraid I got some competition there.” she winked at him.
Kai laughed trying not to read anything into her coment. It was just who Y/N was. “No competition , sweetheart.” he said softly , watching her slowly drift into sleep.
The next morning Y/N woke up alone in Kai’s bedroom. She quickly went to take a shower and change in her room before tiptoeing downstairs and seeing the table from the evening before covered with all kinds of pastry. Literally mountains of them.
“These look so delicious. Which bakery is missing a compelled baker today?”
Klaus gave her a sideways smirk seeing her excitement. Y/N took a schtrudel from one of the platters. “Where’s Kai ?”
“He went out to grab a snack. He is quite charming , your friend.” said Klaus. “I like him…He is good for you.”
Y/N froze for a second. “What do you mean ?”
“Nothing. Kai balances you out - you are too good for your own good sometimes.”
Klaus gave her a knowing look and Y/N suddenly felt uncomfortable. What he said was true…and a part of her liked Kai and wanted him to be a little more than a friend to her but she knew if he felt something for her , he’d let her know. Or at least she hoped so.
“Can we keep the party small ? Please ?”
“Nonsense. I am throwing you the biggest , loudest party New Orleans have ever witnessed.” Klaus got up from his chair , walking across to her kissing her forehead before he headed for the basement door. “Time you meet the rest of the family , love.”
A few minutes passed and she reached for another of the pastries - a braid sugar covered pastry with creamy filling.
“MMMmmm those are the best..” she mummbled to herself as she reached for another.
Someone covered her eyes with their hands. Y/N could feel the person’s breath on her neck. The touch seemed familiar , very familiar.
Kai wrapped his arms around her from behind giving her a hug. He looked happy and excited, she hadn’t seen him this happy ever. Her heart skipped a beat seeing his smile.
“Right on the first guess ! Did you see me coming or something ?”
“Nope. I just knew. Want a bite ?” Y/N asked , holding out the cream filled pastry out for him. He took a bite , his eyes getting a little wider.
“Wow that’s amazing ! Which one is it ?” Y/N pointed at the platter and he got his own, sitting on the chair next to her. “This town is awesome..and great news - I fed and the girl didn’t pass out , though her knees seemed a little weak at first. I compelled her and sent her on her merry way.”
Y/N punched him playfully on the shoulder trying not to think about whoever that girl has been. “See ? I told you you’ll get the hang of it !”
“Yeah… Hey do you want to go out for lunch ? There is this place like 3 or 4 blocks away. It’s not big but I think you might like it.” said Kai nervously. “They have this avocado thing you seem obsessed with..”
“I better stop eating all this pastry then.” she said smiling at him.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes.” Y/N laughed.
When Y/N and Kai came back to the compound that afternoon , they found it completely transformed. Klaus hadn’t spared any expense - there were flowers , balloons and even a stage for a live band.
“Oh my God …” Y/N stopped a few steps inside , turning around taking everything in. “I told him to keep it small. Should’ve known better he’d do the opposite.”
Y/N covered her face with her hands , sneaking a peek through her fingers at Kai’s expression and then around the room again. Kai’s face was a mix of suprise , shock and a hint of terror imagining how many people might be invited to the party. She turned around buring her face in Kai’s chest for a moment. “I’m sorry. I know you don’t like crowds… I’ll talk to him get him to -”
“What are you talking about ? It’s your party. It should be about what you want. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.”
“But thats what I want - a small party. Just you , Klaus and his siblings. No one else.”
Kai suppressed a smile and started saying something but in that exact moment Klaus walked in , three unfamiliar faces following him closely. Y/N’s eyes widened a little and a smile spread across her face.
“I’d like you to meet the rest of my siblings.” said Klaus. “That’s Finn … he is boring.” (Finn made a face at Klaus’ comment and then went to shake hands with Y/N and Kai.) “My other brother Kol and that’s Rebekah and Freya , who you already know.”
The girls gave Y/N a hug. Kol however took Y/N’s hand and leaned in kissing her knuckles.
“Kol Mikaelson. Where has my brother kept you hidden all this time ?” he said not taking his eyes off hers. Y/N’s cheeks flushed.
For some reason this bothered Kai so much , he found his hands had been balled into fists without he had even realised it. Then there was Klaus’ sister Rebekah who to him seemed nicer than everyone along with her sister Freya. Kai already liked them more than anyone.
“Who’s your handsome friend ? Is he your boyfriend ?” Rebekah wondered.
The corner’s of Kai’s mouth twitched for a moment.
“I’m Kai. Nice to meet you…and I’m not her b-boyfriend.” said Kai , waiting to shake Rebekah’s hand , instead she gave him a hug.
“It’s her loss.” she whispered to in his ear.
Kol suddenly looked more than excited about tonights party. He put his arm on her shoulders.
“Tonight is going to be so much fun , darling.” he said , his gaze falling on Kai and as if to annoy him more , Kol pulled Y/N even closer to him. “I’ll make sure of it.”
I think I just shat over everyone’s favorite character again and I’m sorry, I try to keep it as real as possible with them.
Anyways, I hope you somewhat enjoy these.
Joker (Leto) headcannons:
-I’m going to be brutally honest, he’s toxic.
-Like the controlling type to tell you that you can’t live without him, that you need him to survive.
-He knows how to twist words to get things from you.
-Imagine: you don’t want sex, but he really really wants it, he’ll do anything in his ability to make you think you need it too.
-“come on baby, I need it just as badly as you do.”
-“I know you want it, so let it happen.”
-Knows where to hit it where it hurts. Like imagine you finally get the gist that this relationship is super toxic, he’ll tell you really fucked up shit to make you stay.
-“If you leave me I’ll kill your mom/dad/friend”
-“You leave me and you’ll regret every decision.”
-If you look at the comics, he’s extremely abusive to Harley. What do you think he’s going to do to you.
-He’ll probably brainwash you into becoming one of his little slaves.
-Has zero tolerance for your opinions, but sometimes considers it if it’ll help out for his own good.
-One to shut you up if he feels like you’re talking too much.
-Tbh he might love you, somewhere deep,deep down in his shriveled heart, he loves you.
-Calls you princess, doll and sugar.
-His kisses are mesmerizing because he rarely gives them, unless it’s for show.
-Most of the time “sex” with him, is just him needing to get off.
-If you’re not there he’s probably cheated on you a few times to cure his cravings.
-He’s told you and given you that “you’re the only one for me” charm, and tbh you’re probably too brainwashed at this point that you just go along with it.
-You’re obviously pissed about his flings and kill every single one of them, to please him.
-He probably wants a kid or two from you to support his family business when he can’t anymore.
-Hell, if you ever have kids, they’ll probably be treated 10x better than you.
-If you get out of line with him, I’m pretty sure he’d hit you.
-The joker IS NOT a healthy relationship, he’s toxic and abusive.
* please if you’re actually in a relationship somewhat like this, I know it’s not easy, I’ve been through the same kind, but try to get out of it. It’s extremely unhealthy. It hurts you so much and makes you feel worthless. So please, please, please get some help.
I know the Karamel shippers are jizzing in their pants right now, but think about this logically. You have Melissa saying she wants Kara to be happy, and then you have Chris playing up the pairing. Melissa is the lead; she’s not going anywhere. Chris isn’t set in stone. For me, it just seems like he’s overhyping it in order to try and keep his job. The critics and a large majority of the fandom whether they’re Supercorp/Karolsen/Karwinn/SuperCat/Karry shippers or just see how badly matched they are, hate his character. So to me, that’s what I take from this one. He’s just a guy trying to save his job while the media continues to rightfully trash Mon-El and his dragging of the shows ratings.
I hope no one takes this the wrong way. I genuinely like Chris Wood and this is by no means an attack on him. It’s not even his fault that he’s being subjected to such shitty character writing. Honestly, he probably would’ve been better off on Legends with Canary and Mick or on Arrow with Oliver Queen. I could see some real snarky scenes between he and Felicity lol. I just hope his agent rescues him and gets him off SG before the show is irreparable.