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SMUT    -    ETHAN DOLAN X READER

Make Me Bad

DESC: Reader isn’t the kind of girl who goes out to parties and gets wasted, but that all changes when Ethan Dolan shows her how to really live.

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You’d never been so terrified by something that seemed so simple.

“Just a party,” you reminded yourself, extending your fingertips towards the silver door handle.

How had you gotten here in the first place? The answer wasn’t so much how, but who. Ethan Dolan had been your best friend and number one supporter for months, so you couldn’t turn down his request to a party, especially when you just so happened to be head over heels in love with him. You casually forgot to mention to him that you’d never so much as touched alcohol in your life, or gone to a party, either. But it didn’t take a genius to know that you were the classic head smart good girl, so, there was that. You ended up putting much more time into how you looked than you’d set out for, but no matter what you did, you knew that you would stick out like a sore thumb. You’d chosen a midnight blue strapped crop top, a short high waisted black skirt, and some silver heels.You’d let your hair down for once, and spent much more time than you’d like to admit doing your makeup. And now, here you were, and you couldn’t be more scared to pull that handle.

Luckily, you didn’t have to open the door, since somebody else did. A drunk couple toppled out the door in a fit of laughter, red plastic cups in their hands as they threw off their shoes and raced out into the grass. Not waiting another second, you dove through the doorway and into an absolute nightmare. The floor shook under the feet of hundreds of people dancing, so many people that they spilled out into the garden and right to the pool. Strobe lights blinded you instantly, and the music was so loud, it took everything you had not to cover your ears like a dork. You got sucked into the crowd instantly, knocking hips with a guy who reeked of beer.

“Hey pretty lady, wanna dance?” He winked, his hands flying to your hips and pulling you into his chest.

“She’s with me,” a familiar voice said behind you.

The stranger sized up your savior, but quickly gave it up and backed off.

“Hey,” a warm voice said in your ear.

A smile crept up on your lips, and you spun to face Ethan, “Hey.”

He wore a plain white tee, some ripped black skinnies, and navy shoes. As usual, absolutely mesmerizing without even trying. 

Ethan’s smile faltered, his eyes drinking you in for a good few seconds.

“Wow, um,” he started, taken aback, “You look…”

“Like a mess, I know,” you stammered.

“No,” Ethan smiled nervously, “You look amazing.”

You felt your cheeks warm in surprise, “Oh, um, thanks.”

Ethan nodded lightly, the smile you loved lighting up his face.

“Well, let’s get you out of this crowd for a minute,” he said.

“Thank god,” you laughed nervously and gratefully took Ethan’s hand as he pulled you easily through the waves of people.

Ethan walked you out of the loud dance floor, and into the slightly deserted kitchen. Not many people were in there, mostly just people coming in and out to fill their drinks up. He led you to the empty side of the kitchen, and hopped up onto the white marble counter-top, pointing to an empty stool across from him.

“So, how you feeling?” he asked.

“I don’t know, to be honest, this isn’t really my scene.”

Yeah right, you’ve been to parties before,” Ethan chuckled.

You coughed awkwardly and shook your head in embarrassment. 

“What!?” Ethan gasped, “For real!?”

“For real,” you sighed nervously.

“Wow, you haven’t lived yet,” he said.

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

“Don’t be” Ethan smirked suddenly, “Because tonight we’re changing that.”

Your eyes flickered up to his, “Wha-, no, no.”

But Ethan had already hopped off the counter and dashed across the kitchen, coming back seconds later with two beer bottles in hand. He tossed you one, and you caught it without meaning to.

“Drink up,” he smiled, popping open his bottle and taking a gulp.

You held the chilly bottle in your hands, your heart beating fast.

“How about this,” Ethan said suddenly. “For every drink you drink, I’ll have one, that way we’ll be doing this together. And tomorrow, if you wake up regretting tonight, I will never ask you to do this again. You win. But, I promise you, you’ll have fun.”

You blew air out of your mouth, hating yourself for caving so easily. 

“Fine,” you said, to Ethan’s delight. “But remember if this goes wrong, it’s on you.”

You opened your drink, and began downing it quickly. You didn’t particularly like it going down, but you sure enjoyed how it made you feel not too long afterwards.

“How do you feel now?” Ethan asked.

“I feel..bubbly,” you said with a big smile.

“You know what’s even better than that,” Ethan said huskily, “Feeling drunk.”

And before you knew it you were taking vodka shots with your best friend and biggest crush.

“Three, two, one,” Ethan counted down, bringing the shot glass to his lips at the same time as you. You scrunched up your face from the taste, but Ethan didn’t so much, his eyes tracking you the entire time.

“One last one,” you stuttered tipsily, refilling your drink.

You linked your arms into Ethan so that you’d be downing eachother’s drinks, but this time you held onto Ethan’s gaze as the liquid poured down your throats.

“Damn,” you said, placing your glass on the counter and turning to move.

“Where are you going?” Ethan asked.

“I’ll never be drunk enough to want to take the dance floor, but there’s a first time for everything,” you said as you made your way out the kitchen.

It was good Ethan followed you, because your feet wobbled dangerously and you went toppling backwards right into Ethan’s arms.

“I got you,” he laughed out, pushing you back upright.

“Thanks, E,” you smiled and fixed your balance before moving out into the mass of dancing people.

You had no idea what you were supposed to be doing, so you followed everybody else’s lead and shook your head and hips to the beat of the song, and that seemed to do the trick. The same guy from earlier came sliding into view, but you didn’t even try to stop him when he put his hands on your hips and began dancing into you. The pulse of the song beat hard in your chest and you laughed drunkenly and mimicked the stranger. You were actually starting to enjoy yourself when a strong hand grabbed you from behind and spun you right into a hard chest. You blinked through the flashing strobe lights in confusion.

“Come on Ethan, I was having fun,” you winged in complaint.

Ethan looked you over defensively, his jaw clenched.

“Not as much fun as you could be having with me,” he pointed out, running a hand through his dark locks.

“Whatever, dance with me,” you said, swinging yourself back into the song.

You started off jumping into the beat, but changed demeanor when you felt Ethan behind you, placing one large hand on each side of your round hips. You closed your eyes, enveloped by the sound, and pressed your shoulders back into Ethan as you swayed your hips lightly against his body. You rolled your neck into Ethan’s chest, resting your head on him as you let yourself be consumed by the feeling of him grinding into you. Ethan’s chest rose heavily, his cool breath tickling your face, his eyes closed. You blinked up at him, startled when he opened his eyes again, his dark eyes resting hungrily on yours. For a moment everyone vanished, and it was just you and Ethan, and there he was, bending over you, his lips parting-

“Belly shots!” someone yelled from across the room, snapping you out of your daze.

You cleared your throat, shaking your head a little bit with a smile, “Um, let’s go.”

Ethan nodded distantly, detaching himself from you and leading you to the fun.

“Who’s next?” someone called.

“This girl,” Ethan said, pushing you to the front of the small crowd.

A blonde guy raised his eyebrow at you with a smirk, “I’ll take this one.”

“No man, she’s mine,” Ethan growled, stepping forward.

You gulped nervously, nodding shyly at Ethan and pulling yourself up onto the polished tabletop.

You tucked the lime between your lips, the salt spread over the top area of your breasts, and the tequila poured into your exposed bellybutton. Before you could even prepare yourself a little bit, Ethan was hunched over you, his tongue collecting all the salt, his lips attaching gently to your belly, and than to your mouth in seconds. The lights were blocked out by the shadow of Ethan bending over your lips, holding your eye contact for a moment while he sucked the lime from your lips and into his. The sound of triumphant cheers and whoops  filled your ears, as you sat up. You grinned and turned to hop off the table but didn’t get to, for Ethan spat his lime out and grabbed you roughly by your hips and hoisted you into him, your legs wrapping around his waist obediently. And then the roaring of the crowd got a hundred times louder as Ethan attacked your lips mercilessly with his own, and you let him. Your hands went sliding roughly through his hair, your lips responding hungrily to Ethan’s, not even bothering to hide your moans of pleasure when he dipped his tongue into your mouth.

Suddenly, Ethan pulled his head back, his eyes fluttering open.

“(Y/N),” Ethan breathed apologetically.

“I want this,” you assured him, your teeth grazing over your lower lip, “I want you.”

Ethan clenched his jaw in frustration, his eyes closing as he fought to pick out his next words. 

“(Y/N), you better answer with certainty, because if you give me a yes, then I don’t think I’m going to have the willpower to ask you again,” he murmured, his nostrils flaring.

“Ethan,” you said softly, “Open your eyes.”

He did, and they were darker than usual, and filled with nothing but lust.

“Yes,” you said.

And that was all it took.

The crowd of people whistled as Ethan placed you down on the ground and began leading you upstairs.

Ethan closed the bedroom door behind you, locking it shut and whipping around to face you. He pushed you down onto the sheets, climbing over you and removing his top and shoes, you following his lead. He dipped his lips onto your neck, sucking on a patch of your skin and drawing out sounds of pleasure from you. He nibbled and sucked your neck until it was covered in many dark love bites. You went to unclip your bra, but he had it off in seconds with little to no effort. Ethan brought his lips down to your breasts, attaching them around one of your nipples, his tongue flicking against the tip as he sucked on it roughly before moving to the other breast and repeating the action. You struggled not to roll your head back, keeping your eyes on Ethan, who lifted his deep gaze intently to yours while he worked. You breathed out in pleasure, your hands tugging at Ethan’s soft hair as his tongue came sliding down your belly and down to your skirt. He hooked his fingers into the fabric, sliding your skirt off your legs and tossing off his jeans while he was at it. You took him by surprise, grabbing his hips and turning him onto his back as you hoisted yourself onto his legs, his growing bulge centimeters away from where you wanted it. Ethan chuckled in surprise, his arms snaking around your belly as you bent over him, leaving wet kisses all over his rippled bronze chest. A deep rumble came from his throat as he moved his hands to your ass, which he squeezed roughly in his hands while you explored his chest. You looked up at him, your thumbs hooking in his Calvin’s, your heart thumping with adrenaline. Ethan nodded lightly, giving you the ok to remove his boxers. His large member perked right up, ready for you to take in your mouth, so you did. You squeezed as much of him as you could between your lips, your hands gently pumping any of him that didn’t fit. His length hit the back of your throat, but you took it, working your hands faster, a layer of sweat building on your skin. Ethan groaned out in pleasure, the sound being more enough to keep you going. You swirled your tongue around the tip, feeling him twitch in your mouth.

“B-baby, I’m gonna c-” Ethan gasped out.

He released his load in your mouth, and you swallowed without thinking twice. You pulled off, your chest rattling as you gulped in the fresh air. Ethan sat propped up on his elbow’s, his eyes wide in wonder as you lifted your gaze to him.

“Not so innocent after all,” he smirked, an eyebrow raised.

You blushed furiously in embarrassment, Ethan scooting you forward on his belly so he could reach your lips. He used his thumb to collect some left over mess around your lips, his eyes unwavering as he forced his finger into your mouth. You sucked on it lightly, his thumb popping as he removed it. Ethan smiled gently, bending into you for a quick kiss on the lips, his hand resting beneath your chin. He pulled back a moment later, shaking his head in awe.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Because you’re gorgeous,” Ethan mumbled softly, “And because It’s my turn.”

Ethan spun you onto your back, raising his shaft above you and positioning it right near your entrance. You scooted back so that you could get a look at him, your hands resting open on either side of your body. Ethan laced his fingers through yours, holding you to the sheets as he entered you. Your face reflexively scrunched up as Ethan adjusted himself, but soon he was moving in and out of you at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“Ethan,” you begged in frustration, glaring at him.

Ethan’s lips twitched into a smile, and he began working himself faster towards your core.

“More,” you pleaded, digging your nails into Ethan’s hands.

He re-positioned his hands onto your hips, holding you in place as he began slamming his hips into you with no mercy. His hips came knocking roughly into yours, his balls slapping loudly against your skin. You cried out in pleasure, your nails dragging marks all over Ethan’s back. He found your g-spot and slammed roughly into it, his mouth dropping open, and his eyes fluttering closed in concentration. 

“I’m going to-” before you could finish your sentence, Ethan had opened his eyes again to watch you shudder beneath him. And just the sight of his hair plastered to his forehead, his flawless body shaking with each jagged breath, and his dark eyes, was enough to break you.

“Come for me, princess,” Ethan purred.

You reached your high, convulsing beneath Ethan and screaming out his name as your juices poured out over him. Ethan’s thrusts got much sloppier, and he finished soon after, his come filling you right up to the brim. You shook beneath him, moisture clinging to your eyes as he pulled out and cleaned you up with small kitten licks.

Ethan crawled up to your side, giving you a moment to breathe. You rolled onto your side to face him, feeling exhausted. Ethan rolled to his side too, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your forehead and gently slide his fingers through your tangles.

“Goodnight, beautiful,” he murmured.

But your head buried into his warm chest, you were already out.

- The next morning -

You awoke with a headache, the events of last night coming rushing back to your head at once. You blinked a couple of times and looked up to see Ethan still passed out, he’d fallen asleep with one arm locked tightly around you. 

“Mmph,” you groaned, rubbing your eyes and sliding out of Ethan’s hold.

You sat upright, bringing your knees to your chest and placing your head in them while you struggled with what you were going to tell Ethan.

You knew for a fact that alcohol or no alcohol, you were sure of what you’d wanted last night, but you weren’t sure if you could say the same for him.

“Hey,” Ethan said, pulling himself up onto the pillows.

You lifted your head to look at him.

“How’s my not-so-good-girl,” he teased, ruffling his hair.

You scoffed and shook your head, “I don’t know, to be honest.”

“I could’ve sworn you said that same thing to me last night before getting drunk off your mind,” Ethan chuckled.

“You remember that?” you laughed weakly, picking through your foggy memories.

“Of course,” E said, his smile faltering.

“Look, alcohol doesn’t affect me quite as strongly as it does to you,” he started,”so if last night was a mistake to you-”

“Was it a mistake to you?” you cut him off, a knot of fear growing in your belly.

Ethan frowned at you, “Of course not, (Y/N), you can’t even begin to imagine how long I’ve been waiting for last night to happen,” he said. Then his eyes grew wide and he groaned in frustration, “Last night was a mistake to you, wasn’t it?” he hit his palms against his head.

“No,” you said. “Well of course I didn’t want things to happen quite like that, but well, you know.”

Ethan smiled curiously, “Really?”

“Really,” you smiled nervously.

“So then, you tell me,” Ethan grinned, “we had a promise.”

You raised an eyebrow in question.

“Do you swear off nights like last night and place full blame on me?” he asked.

“Nights like last night,” you repeated.

Ethan nodded, his brown eyes fixated on you.

“I get the feeling that ‘nights’ symbolizes something more than just a fling,” you laughed, “In which case, no, I would very much want to try out ‘nights’ some more.”

Ethan’s face lit up, “See, just like I said. I promised you’d come around.”

You plopped back down into the sheets, rolling back under Ethan’s arm and snuggling into him, “I guess you were right.”

Aisle 13

by Justina Ireland


It’s two days before the last day of school, and I’m sitting in my Combatives class ready to die of boredom.  Mr. Vaughn is showing a demonstration video on how to slay a basilisk. Again. It was the last question on our final. Only half of us got it right.

I was not one of the lucky few.

No one is paying attention as the warrior in the party uses her reflective shield to distract the basilisk while a mage makes a big deal about putting the creature down with a sleep spell.  We’re all talking and thinking about the summer.

“What did you get in here?” Jeb asks from across the row.

“C,” I say.  “What about you?”

“D minus,” he says, waving his test at me.  His ears droop a little like a chastised puppy. Demons are so sensitive.

I shrug.  “At least you dodged a bullet. No summer school.”

“Yeah,” Jeb looks down at his test morosely.  “But still, you can’t kill a basilisk?  Who knew they were an endangered species?”

Mr. Vaughn is clip-clopping across the front of the room now, arms crossed as he gives one of his “these are skills for the real world” lectures once again. As fun as it is to watch a centaur go off on a tear, I’m over Mr. Vaughn and I’m over this school year.  

I don’t really care about the test, but I do hate when Jeb gets all emo.  “Look, we’re never going to use this anyway.  No one goes adventuring anymore.”

He nods and incinerates his test with a simple fire spell.  No one even glances at him.

“What are you doing this summer?” he asks after a long while, his voice low. He’s still bummed about his bad grade. Maybe I’ll take him out for frozen yogurt after school.  Cheer him up. Sprinkles would cheer anyone up.

I slouch down in my desk, stretching with a yawn.  Mr. Vaughn has given up on his lecture and has retreated to his desk to eat an apple someone brought him.  He’s much calmer now.  It’s probably the apple.  Centaurs freaking love apples.

“Nothing dude,” I say, finally answering Jeb’s question.  “Absolutely nothing.”

*****

The second day of summer vacation my mom tells me I need to get a job.

We’re sitting at dinner eating Mom’s famous tavern stew, which is really just a bunch of random things boiled down to mush.  She’s still dressed in her work clothes: low cut white gown and flower crown.  I asked her once why the clinic makes her wear such a ridiculous outfit, and she just shrugged and said “It’s tradition. This is how healers dress.”  The men have an outfit that is just as stupid, tight white breeches and a flowy tunic, but I still think it sucks that my mom has to dress like a sex object to help people. Like, where is the self-respect in that?

“So, Caitlyn, what are your plans for summer?” Mom asks as I’m about to shovel in some of her stew.  My mouth is full so I just shrug and say “Uhnano.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? No big plans?” Mom is giving me this tight smile that means she wants a specific answer, but I have no idea what she’s looking for here.  It’s summer.  It’s two and a half months of not thinking about magic spells or chemistry or monster identification or algebra or anything, really.  So why is she hassling me?

“I was thinking of maybe taking my mage’s test or something,” I say, hoping it’s enough to distract Mom from whatever she’s about.  Dad isn’t even paying attention to the conversation. As usual he’s nose deep in Berserker Weekly.  Dad used to be this big time adventurer, walking through forests and bashing in heads for fun and profit.  That’s where he met Mom.  I think he saved her from an evil wizard or a druidic cult or something. It was a long time ago, though, and now he mainly consults for a living.

“Oh, that’s a good idea.  After you get your license maybe you could call Marcus and see if he’ll let you work in the Hex shop.  I mean, you should really get a job this summer.  Don’t you agree, Brock?”

A frown creases Dad’s dark face but he grunts in assent.

I take another bite of stew and look down at the bowl to avoid answering. There’s no way I’m going to work in my Uncle Marcus’s Hex shop. The thought of untangling curses all summer makes me want to turn myself into a frog and hide out in the forest.  Not to mention that my Uncle Marcus is the cheapest man alive.  I’d be lucky if he even paid me.

Mom pushes her bowl of stew away and jumps to her feet.  “Good! Caitlyn, I’ll send Marcus a note letting him know you’ll be there tomorrow bright and early—”

“I don’t want to work in the Hex shop. It’s gross.”

Mom stops and turns to me slowly.  Her skin is pale as usual but two spots of color have appeared high on her cheeks.  She is pissed.  “Removing hexes is not gross.  Your uncle gives those people their lives back.”

“A woman with boils all over her face is pretty gross, Mom.”  Last year when I had to pick a concentration Mom took me to see Marcus to convince me to pick cursework because it pays pretty well.  I chose spellweaving instead.  I’d rather work in a factory making love charms or fire spells than to have to turn frogs back into snotty princes all day.

Mom purses her lips and turns to my Dad.  “Brock, will you please talk some sense into your daughter?”

“Cursework is disgusting, Mel,” Dad says, lowering his paper.  “Why can’t the girl go adventuring like everyone else her age?”

“No one goes adventuring anymore, Dad,” I say.  Because it’s true. Adventuring is something your parents make you do because they don’t understand that it isn’t cool to slay dragons anymore or that maidens can rescue themselves.

I mean, adventuring is just so lame. Walking around, looking for a prophecy to fulfill, and then working really hard for something that may or may not come true? Yawn. I have better things to do.

“No one goes adventuring, huh?” Dad and Mom exchange a look, like they’re about to laugh at some inside joke.  Then Dad raises his paper again.  “Either way, you’re not going to sit around the house all summer and play video games.  Get a job, Caity-Bird, and if you can’t find one then your mother will call Marcus and you can spend all summer waking princesses.”

And that’s how I end up working at the Shop Quick.

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The guys gave the fan who was at the microphone a smile; they could tell she was nervous by her laughter. “Hi, my name’s Jane. How’re you guys doing?” She asked into the mic.

“Hi Jane, I’m Jensen, this is Jared, and we are both doing very well today. You having fun?” Jensen answered her with a grin.

Jane chuckled into the microphone, “I’m doing fantastic. So um, I know this is your guys first time in the city and I was wondering how you’re liking it?”

“Oh we’re loving it!” Jared happily replied, “We came down two days early because Y/N, Jensen’s little sister goes to school here. She showed us around and it’s just been a lot of fun.”

Jensen nodded his head, “I’ve actually been here before.” Jensen said with a smile, “I’ve helped Y/N when it comes to moving time every year for school and she forces me to visit her every now and then. It’s a really cool city; I can see why my sister loves it here.”

“Do you have any stories to share?” Someone in the audience shouted out.

The boys shared a look before Jared brought his mic back up to his mouth, “Well since we’re talking about Y/N already, I think we should tell them about last night.”

Jensen instantly broke out into laughter as he brought the mic up, “She’s out shopping with Danneel so I think now is the only safe time to share it.” Jensen said while Jared began to laugh again.

“Okay, so as some of you guys know I have a little sister, Y/N. I like to, I keep the lives of my family private so you guys don’t know too much about her, but she’s a giant nerd. Ridiculously smart, prefers to hangout at home reading, but she’s crazy beautiful.” Jensen spoke about you with fondness in his voice.

“So we dragged her out last night and brought her to bar.” Jared cut in, laughter still evident in his voice

“She was so ticked.” Jensen said chuckling, “While we were at the bar a guy came up to her and asked her to dance. I didn’t want her to-”

“Jensen is very protective of Y/N-” Jared cut in.

“She’s my baby sister!” Jensen replied with mock offense, “Anyways, Danneel forced Y/N to give the guy a chance-”

“While I made Jay stay seated.” Jared said laughing.

“But my sister starts dancing with this guy, it’s obvious she doesn’t wanna be there, so she starts dancing like this.” Jensen tells the story while beginning to reenact your dance move. Next to him Jared was cracking up before he joined Jensen in dancing in their seats. “She was looking around too and I could just imagine her inner dialogue.”

“Oh my god I hate my brother. He made me go out, now I’m dancing with this guys and oh my god they all keep staring.” Jared said in a high pitched voice while Jensen and him continued to be you.

“Jared, I will kill you!” Your voice sounded from behind the stage.

“Oh shit, she’s here!”

STILES STILINKSI X READER

MAYBE

Request: hii! idk if you take requests for stiles, but could you do one where the reader has liked Issac a while but he doesn’t feel the same, so stiles goes to comfort her and ends up accidentally gushing his feelings for her. thank you! <3 

warnings: just fluff, more fluff, kisses, and fluff.

gif cred @lovemusiclifexx

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They had been sitting in the clustered little cafe around half an hour, but she still hadn’t brought a finger to her mug of cocoa. She sat with her legs folded to her chest, black jeans skinny and tattered, a comfy over sized white sweater drooping around her front. Her hair fell in tangled waves around her face, and her bright eyes bore intently into the marshmallows floating atop the surface of her drink.

“Hey, earth to (Y/N),” Stiles snapped after the fourth time of trying to get her attention.

“Wha-sorry,” she shook her head, blinking away her stars and raising her eyes to Stiles’ bright coppery brown ones.

He leaned forward a little in his big green sofa chair, his blue flannel hung loosely around his shoulders. He took a deep breath, his lips parting as he blinked, “you’re thinking about him, aren’t you?”

“Am not,” she fired back defensively, her cheeks flaring up.

“Oh come on sweet cheeks, you haven’t touched your cocoa in thirty minutes, and that stuff is usually a cure to anything for you,” he chuckled.

“How do you know that?” she stammered, arms folding.

“Because I know you,” he smiled. His little dimples arose on his cute cheeks, his bright eyes crinkling as he watched her response intently.

She sat quiet for a minute, toying with a string on her sweater, “am I good enough?” she asked at last.

Stiles gaped, taken a back, “obviously, what, why?!”

“Well because apparently he doesn’t think so,” she pouted, lower lip jutting out.

“Ugh, Isaac? That guy? Really?” Stiles rolled his eyes.

“Hey, don’t say it like that,” she huffed.

“Well I’m sure you have better taste than in sunshine haired werewolf boys with commitment issues,” Stiles leaned back in his chair, tapping his foot against the polished wooden floorboards.

“Stiles,” she warned.

“Right, sorry, sorry!” he raised his hands in defeat, tilting his chin to the ceiling, where golden lights came trickling down from strings.

“You say it like you know better,” she teased, “do you?”

His eyes flickered back to hers, “maybe.”

Her hands wrapped around her big red mug as she took a sip of her not so hot drink, the chocolate making her feel bubbly and good just like Stiles knew it would. 

“Enlighten me,” she smiled.

“Oookay,” Stiles ran his slender fingers absentmindedly through his messy brown hair. “I think there’s someone out there who really cares for you, like a lot, like you’re their whole world,” his voice lowered seriously. “I think he loves how your laugh sounds, and he just wants to hear it all the time, to know you’re happy and that he can give you everything you deserve.”

He finished quietly, his eyes burning holes into the oak table and basically looking anywhere except at hers. He breathed in the scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries, his heart doing flips. The cafe was practically empty by this point, and they were the last two to be sat in the cozy back room.

“Mm,” she contemplated, setting down her mug when he finished. “Now where do you think my mystery man is, Mr. Stilinski?” she beamed.

“Probably closer than you think,” he tried weakly.

She stared at him for a good few seconds, eyes flickering up and down her friend with interest, and then she burst out in a fit of giggles.

“What?” stiles chuckled, throat rumbling from the sight of her sinking into her laughter with little wheezes for air.

“Phew, you got me for a second there,” she snorted. “Oh god,” she covered her face like she always did when she ugly laughed, but Stiles just grinned. He loved her ugly laugh.

“What?” he said again.

“Oh nothing,” she bent forward in her chair and placed her palm to Stiles’ knee, “it was a good act though.”

“Act?” Stiles pondered, buzzing with electricity from where she touched him.

“Well you know, Stiles the nerdy goofball, lecturing me on love? Yeah right,” she winked.

“Heyy,” Stiles said with mock hurt, the butterflies in his stomach dying down, “you’d be surprised how knowledgeable I am in that area.”

“Oh please, the farthest you’ve managed is a high school crush, and lord knows she’s not going anywhere near that area,” the girl snickered.

Stiles let out a giggle, resting his palm atop the girls hand. She didn’t flinch away, but she tensed, just a little.

“Okay, so I’m a little lacking in the relationship field. But you had a crush on a dumb jock of a werewolf with raging hormones,” he fired back playfully.

“Ouch,” she said.

“Too soon?” Stiles asked, wondering if he’d hurt her feelings.

“Nah,” she smiled, “I don’t need that loser,” she decided.

“There you go!” Stiles beamed, “you finally came around.”

“I guess I just needed the right person to show me how,” she squeezed his hand lightly.

“Here,” Stiles said, moving his hand and raising a thumb to her face. She dipped back a little, but he shushed her protests and wiped the excess whipped cream from around her mouth anyways.

“Oof, thanks,” she said. “Wha-EW!” she giggled when Stiles licked the cream off his fingers with a smirk.

“What?” he snickered, “can’t waste. That would just be selfish.”

“Well, you’re right there. You’re not selfish, Stiles Stilinski.”

“Aren’t I?” he lifted a brow, frown settling in on his full lips.

“No,” she insisted. “You care too much about the people you love to hurt them,” she said, “one of the many wonderful things about you. Coupled with the fact that you buy me hot chocolate all the time,” she smiled.

“Well, I know how to treat a lady,” he said, giving her a nudge.

“Oh yeah?” she challenged.

“Hey hey hey, don’t judge. I bet I’m way better at this stuff than you’d give me credit for,” his warm brown eyes crinkled happily.

“Like?”

“Like I give great cuddles.”

“From practicing with your pillow?”

“Okay well I’m a good kisser, I bet.”

“From practicing on your hand?”

“Fine but I can fend off anyone who gets in our way.”

“From practicing with that flimsy thing you call a bat?”

Stiles stopped, eyes narrowing as he suppressed a smile, “you can make fun of me, but don’t you dare make fun of my bat.”

They burst out laughing in sync, wiping the tears from their eyes as they bent over themselves with giggles. When they finally calmed down enough to take a breather, the girl had propped herself on her elbows, leaning in towards him, and he mimicked her gesture.

His eyes flickered over his, and his voice came a whisper, “you’re really cute when you laugh, you know that?”

“Wow, guess you can add being a gentleman to that list of yours,” she blushed.

He sighed, his face saddening, eyes drawing away.

“What’s up?” she asked, tilting his chin up with her fingertips.

“You know what else I’m good at?” he said with a sense of defeat.

“What?” she said, so close to him now that she could breathe in his cologne and warm aroma.

“Falling for beautiful girls who can’t even see the power they have over me.”

For a second, she laughed. It was instinct. He was joking, right? That’s what Stiles was best at, jokes. But then her eyes came to him, and she noticed his hesitant gaze, tilted lips, and trembling fingers, and suddenly it wasn’t so funny. Stiles, the adorable and dorky Stiles, suddenly seemed far more intimidating in front of her.

She bent back, her heart faltering, “oh.”

The cafe seemed to spin around her. The floorboards were gone, the coffee’s scent was making her dizzy,  the lights were blurring.

“Yeah,” Stiles said softly. Then, when he saw her spaced out expression, “you okay?”

“Y-yeah,” she shook her head, taking in a long breath and focusing herself once more, “fine.”

“I’m sorry,” he said at once. “I shouldn’t have said anything, I-I m-mean that was dumb, obviously. I guess I was wrapped up in the moment and you’re whole fall for Isaac just got me all over the place,” he stammered, placing his head in his hands.

“Hey, no, Stiles, look at me,” she soothed, pulling his hands gently away from his face, “I’m glad you told me.”

“Really?” he rasped, fingers trembling against hers.

“Yeah, I was just so oblivious that it never even occurred to me you could feel like that, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say that,” he said quietly.

“No, but I have to. You’re my best friend Stiles, you’ve always been there for me. So there for me that I never even thought twice of what we meant to each other besides that. You bringing it up just woke me up, shone a light for me, reminded me that…” she trailed off.

“That what?’ he murmured, golden flecked eyes darting over her face.

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe he is closer than I know,” she said. “I mean, who’s there when I can’t stand being alone or afraid? You. Who makes me laugh more than anyone else could? You. Who puts me first, the person who I know I would fight for the same way they would fight for me-” she babbled, fireworks erupting in her belly, suddenly wanting to melt under Stiles’ gaze.

“Loving you just comes so easy that I’ve been taking it for granted,” she finished.

It was weird for her, to stare at her best friend and suddenly see him clearly. His adorable freckles, the distinct blink of his eyes when he laughed, how much more vivid his eyes looked up close, the way he would twitch his nose or touch his face when he was nervous. It was like seeing him for the first time.

“What are you saying?” Stiles breathed.

“I don’t know what I’m saying,” she admitted, her heart doing bounds.

Stiles bent forward, so close their noses almost brushed each other.

“Okay. What are you feeling?” he tried.

“I’m feeling,” she whispered, heart going into overdrive, unable to think clearly from being so close to him.

“Yeah?” he breathed.

“I’m feeling…” she blinked down at his lips, and he tilted his head like he was daring her to try something.

“I’m feeling kind of like I want to kiss you,” she said, her last words coming muffled as she spoke them into the breath where her lips met Stiles’. They were soft and warm, intoxicating, even, and god did Stiles know how to use them. He brought a hand to her cheek, fingers sliding across her flesh and into her hair as he bent more deeply into her mouth, sending electricity through her veins. She detached herself for a breath, but he was back at once, and there was a sudden urge for dominance as the two molded their lips together with more pressure, dipping back and forth as one leaned in harder than the other. Her hands went to his hair, brushing through his soft locks and tugging softly at them, the smell of the cafe being drowned out by his gentle aroma, and the brief taste of him being enough to have her hooked, to know she was going to have it bad.

Stiles pulled away with a long breath, his big eyes blinking open to hers, their foreheads touching.

“Wow,” stiles said breathlessly.

“Wow,” she repeated, instantly hating the way her mouth felt without his lips pressed to hers. “I guess that practice on your hand really did pay off,” she giggled.

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Stiles’ eyes crinkled, his lips twitching.

“I really tried,” she laughed.

He brushed his nose lightly to hers with a big smile that filled her whole being with joy.

“You really make me crazy, Stiles Stilinski,” she said in awe of him.

“Do you think,” he started nervously, “I can continue to make you crazy? I can be, you know, the only guy making you crazy, maybe?” 

“Maybe?” she repeated.

“Yeah,” his cheeks warmed.

“More than maybe,” she decided.

Bloodbath

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Title: Bloodbath

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

Word Count: 1,251

Warnings: Angst, fluff, stalker dude.

A/N: I know I’ve been posting a lot of NCIS/NOLA lately, but I am trying to keep it even. Some of these requests are old and I have to be fair. <3 I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

This was requested by flufy07: So I watched Bloodbath and I was wondering if you could write a story where Gibbs finds out that you have a stalker and he gets all protective? Please?

You spent the night sleeping in Abby’s lab.  Not only because of the case, but because you were afraid to go back home to your own apartment.  You were worried that your stalker would be watching or waiting somewhere in the shadows.  Going to Abby was hard enough, but going to your team was impossible, especially because of Gibbs.

Gibbs went to your apartment to bring you some coffee and pick you up, but you weren’t there.  Now he was looking through NCIS headquarters, looking for you.  You hadn’t answered his calls like you usually did.  He wasn’t sure why Abby’s lab was unlocked, especially since she wasn’t in yet.  That’s when he spotted you sleeping under her desk.

The Marine knelt down beside you, giving your shoulder a quick shake.  “[Y/N] wake up,” Gibbs whispered.  

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Sorry for the hiatus. Uni is definitely kicking my ass. I know I promised to live-stream at some point today, and it is definitely still my intention, however, the wi-fi in my new house is being a butthole so I’ve ordered some snazzy gear to fix it today. Woo hoo! See you all later. 

Prompt[s]:  I thought this when I was at work, what if you write “A wish you heart makes part 3”? Maybe it could be their wedding?

this was so sweet! <3 

‘A Wish Your Heart Makes’ (Part 3)

Part 2

Thor gripped his brother’s shoulders fiercely. Loki sucked in as large a breath as he could, hoping that the broadening of his chest would grant him courage. His brother’s mitherings were quickly undermining that attempt, however.
“You can do this, Loki,” he said, rubbing his shoulders. Loki shrugged him off.
“Of course I can! I know that.”
“Well, I- Most people should be nervous about such an event.”

Rolling his eyes, Loki turned swiftly around to face his brother.
“Do I look like ‘most people’, brother?”

“I… No, but you still look nervous,” Thor smirked knowingly. Loki folded his arms and Thor hummed to himself.
“If… If I was to be nervous about something, it would be that she would refuse me.”

Thor clapped a hand onto his chest and roared with laughter.
“Brother, forgive me when I say this because I know that you value your intelligence but… that is the most absurd, preposterous, and foolish suggestion I have heard in all my years.”

Loki frowned as his brother continued to chuckle.
“I’m serious, Thor. She’s been distant lately. I’ve caught her sneaking out in the early hours of the morn, never to be found until the early evening. Whole days she is gone, with no indication as to where she goes.”
“But when she is here, brother,” Thor placed his hands upon Loki’s shoulders once more, holding his reluctant brother still, “none can deny the way she looks at you. There is nothing but adoration in her eyes. Devotion. Caring. She loves you, truer than any woman has ever loved a man. For her to decline you with such palpable respect for you would be a sign of madness.”

Despite his usual flaws, Thor had an unanticipated aptitude for making Loki feel better. Sucking in one last breath for good luck, Loki turned on his heel and pushed open the doors to your shared bedroom. Once they had closed behind him, Thor smiled sweetly and tucked his hands behind his back before wandering down the corridor in the hopes of entertaining himself elsewhere.

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The Mermaid Slayer (Taeyong - NCT) [Pirate!AU]

Ask    Part 2

(Maybe part 1???? I have no idea, you decide if you want more)               Hope you enjoy!

The ballroom was filled with laughter and happiness. Everything seemed so out of reach and so magical. 

You still couldn’t quite understand how you were able to attend. 

The ball was open for everyone, which put an uneasy feeling across town when it was first announced. The Pirate Season, as the town people call it, was nearing. The ships and distinctive sails, when in view, could draw chaos in just a breath. 

After some disagreement from the town, the king announced that it would stay that way. The argument that accompanied his announcement, went like this: Pirate Season is not yet here and the ball will be held before it starts so it will stay as it is.

The town people still hesitated on attending, but after not seeing a single ship during the day, all worry faded. 

Pirates only appeared during daytime or before pubs closed, so it was rare that they “visited” a town at night.

The castle still held the ball and here you were. 

One of the few town people that decided to go. Well, your father insisted. His work was admired by the king since his children were swordsmen by heart.

The scenery was something to take in. The high ceilings and the beautifully built walls and structure made the place look even better. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by the king’s voice. 

“May the music begin! Maestro!” He announced happily. 

The room soon was filled with a happy and cheerful tune that seemed to melt away any worries. The masks seemed to drown out the features f everyone in the room. The colors and shapes still defined the people behind them. The dresses and suits only emphasized the character portrayed. 

“Excuse me.” A voice said behind you.

You turned around to meet a young man. His features seemed sculpted, to the point where it looked unreal. His eyes were big and piercing. His hair had a weird shade of pink, which was only used by royalty. 

But what caught your attention was his mask. It had a geometrical design on it. Red, white and black colored it. The only part of his face covered was his eyes, leaving his lips in clear view.

“May I have this dance?” He asked smiling.

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It Hurts Like Hell
                                 - Part V


Kai Parker x Reader
WORD COUNT :
2438
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4
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Y/N stared at her phone , unable to speak.
“What is it ?” Kai asked leaning in to see but Y/N turned off her phone and left it back on the nightstand. She could tell him in the morning.
“Nothing.” she said. “I’ll tell you tomorrow.. Right now I just want to be with you.” ***Not telling Kai straight away that Bonnie was back wasn’t the best idea but Y/N realised it too late. The next morning she woke up in Kai’s arms but instead of the usual good morning kiss and heart eyes he usually gave her , the Kai who was holding her was furious and anger was flashing in his eyes. Somehow he always knew when she was awake and there was no point in hiding it. Y/N reached to kiss him but he turned away.
“You know.” she said simply. “I was going to tell you this morning … I’m sorry.”
Kai’s silence was deafening and seemed to stretch on forever.
“Why?” he finally said.
“Because I am selfish.” she said grimly. “And I just wanted to be with you after spending nearly the entire day not knowing where you were or what had happened to you.”  She couldn’t even meet his eyes , whatever happened next was going to be her fault.  A few moments passed in complete silence , then Kai lifted her chin up to make her look at him.
“I’m not mad.” he said. “Well , I am but I also understand why you did that … it doesn’t make it OK and we will talk about this later , but now I have to leave.”
Y/N was more confused than ever. This was bad very very bad but at least he had waited for her to wake up before he leaves , unlike the day before.
“What ? Why ? Were are you going ?” Y/N asked curious , getting up right after Kai.
“I’m going to see Damon. Apparently Bon-Bon stumbled another Prison World…” he said while putting on his shirt. “I’ll be back soon.” Y/N took a few steps towards him and wrapped her hands around him quickly before he has had time to push her away.
“I really am sorry for not telling you earlier.” she mumbled. At first Kai didn’t hug her back and just stood there , then sighed and wrapped his arms around her , burring his face in the crook of her neck. Y/N didn’t want to let go of him but in the end there was no choice , she had to. She walked him to the door and watched him leave , just as she was about to shut the door Kai rushed back and pulled her into a kiss sweeping her off her feet.
“I love you.” he said , turning around and rushing down the stairs before Y/N has had a chance to say a thing.

                             *   *   *  

Classes that day felt like Hell.  Y/N couldn’t concentrate on the lecture and just kept glancing at the clock on her phone waiting for the day to be over. When finally that happened she just couldn’t wait to get home and completely decided to skip over the rave on campus. Last thing she needed was encountering Caroline who had shut her humanity off after her mother’s death.
Kai came home late that night , looking completely crushed. He had seen Bonnie and tried to apologise to her for everything he had done to her in 1994 , but things hadn’t gone well.  Bonnie had refused his apology.  He didn’t even seem to be mad at Y/N anymore.
Later that night she woke up only to find Kai starring at the ceiling with and empty expression , his eyes a little watery. He didn’t notice she had woken up , for a moment she wondered if she should let him know or not.  Kai turned towards her and without saying a word , just pulled her closer to him.
“You can talk to me about it , you know.” she said in a hushed voice. “Sometimes talking helps.”
Kai caressed her cheek and gave her a small smile.
“I can’t stop thinking about Bonnie…” he said.Y/N felt a little crack in her heart as Kai said those words.  She knew there was nothing there , but it still hurt her a bit. “All the things I did to her back in 1994… How I lied to her and left her all alone…” he trailed off.
Y/N snuggled closer to him.
“I want to try apologising to her again. I need her forgiveness…” he said , sadness in his voice. Kai fell silent for a long moment.  "Do you think she’ll ever forgive me?“ he asked.
Y/N thought about it. Bonnie was a forgiving person , but this time Y/N had no idea what her friend would do. There was a high possibility that Bonnie wouldn’t forgive him after all the things he had done to her.
“I don’t know …” she said finally. The next morning she found him in the living room buried in a bunch of old looking books.
“Morning.” Y/N said , resting against the door frame still in her pj’s which were one of Kai’s t-shirts.
“Hi.” he said smiling. It felt so nice to see him smile again. “Sorry , I’m a little busy babe , be with you in a jiffy.”
Y/N smiled and walked towards him to sit on the couch. She waited patiently until he was finished before talking to him. The books he was looking through looked somewhat familiar - latin writing , pentagrams and symbols drawn on the pages. Suddenly it hit her - those were grimoars. She brought up her knees wrapping her hands around them gazing at Kai. He looked nothing like the broken person he had been the night before. A moment later Kai turned towards her noticing how she had positioned herself on the couch.
“That’s very distracting.” he said smiling and leaned in to kiss her , putting his hand on her clasped hands, slowly trailing down her knee and sliding under her shirt his fingertips trailing on her tigh.  
“Oh … Kai…” she said , pushing him back on the couch climbing on top of him. His hands on her hips.
“Can’t help it.” he said pulling her closer to him. “You look so sexy wearing my shirt.” he whispered. Y/N felt her cheeks blush.
“So , what is all this about ?” she asked curious.
Kai sighed and pushed her off him , a serious look on his face.
“It’s about that other Prison World. You friend Caroline forced Stephan to shut off his humanity and Damon wants to get his mother out of 1903 so she can get his brother to flip it back.” he said , flipping another page. “Just have to find the right spell and the Ascendant… ”*    *   *
“You don’t have to do any of this , Kai.” Y/N said as he was about to leave for the Salvatore house. Kai and Damon had come to an agreement of sorts - Kai will do the spell to send them to 1903 as long as Bonnie goes along so he can prove to her he has changed. “I don’t want you to do this.” she said finally.
All day Y/N has had a pit in her stomach and a bad feeling about this whole thing. She knew her friends and their sudden behaviour change towards Kai seemed more suspicious to her than anything.
“I want to.” he said placing his hands on her waist pulling her closer to him. “I’ll be back in no time. Stefan will get his humanity which will lead to Caroline getting back hers and … maybe then Bon-Bon will that I have changed and forgive me for all the things I did to her.” he sounded so optimistic for a moment Y/N forgot about that bad feeling she had. Kai really wanted to make things right, she just hoped her friends had pure intentions towards him.
Y/N put her hands on Kai’s chest , feeling his heartbeat.
“Come back to me …” she whispered as Kai lifted her chin to make her look at him. Kai smiled , the most beautiful smile in the world capable of turning even the grayest day around. He pressed his lips against hers , burying his head in the crook of her neck.
“I will. Its a promise.” he said softly. “I love you.”
“I love you too , Kai.”
Y/N didn’t want to let go of him , she just wanted to for them to stay frozen in time - together.  Kai let go of her hand and she watched him go through the door , a part of her heart shattering. Something didn’t feel right.     
       
                                                     *   *   *

Y/N waited and waited for Kai to come back that night. She called him a few times but it said “no signal” . Finally she couldn’t take it anymore and headed for the Salvatore’s , anger building up inside her with every passing moment. She pulled over and got out of the car trying to calm down - anger wouldn’t accomplish much.“Bonnie Bennett…” Y/N said walking into the Salvatore house. “Care to explain what you have done with my boyfriend?” she could barely contain her anger. 

Ever since Kai didn’t come home and Y/N had tried to call him over a dozen times without any luck … she knew something had happened. Specially considering Bonnie was standing before her , along with Damon who was pouring himself a drink.
Bonnie glanced at Damon who just raised his glass and drank it all at once.
“Where. Is. He.” Y/N nearly hissed at Bonnie.
“He is gone Y/N. You are not going to see him ever again.” Bonnie said calmly.
Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes. Unbelievable. All Kai had wanted was to help them and earn Bonnie’s forgiveness and what did he get in the end ? He got stabbed in the back.
Y/N gave Bonnie a slap on the cheek so hard the sound echoed for half a minute in the house.
“I can’t believe you Bonnie , you too Damon. How could you do this to him? To me ?” she yelled at them. “All he wanted was your forgiveness and you had to stab him in the back because you couldn’t get it through your skull that he had  changed!”
“Kai hurt people , Y/N. He hurt me and even you ! People like him never change.” said Bonnie with the same calm voice not even phased by the slap she had just received.
Y/N shook her head. “You are such a hypocrite , both of you ! Judging him as if you’ve never done a bad thing in your life. Unbelievable. Damon gets what he wants no matter who gets hurt in the process , isn’t it ?”
“It’s for your own good too , Y/N.” said Damon. “Bonnie is right -”
“Shut up , Damon! I don’t want to hear another word from any of you.” she snapped back at him.
“Need I remind you he kidnapped you , stabbed you and left you for dead and if it wasn’t because of the merge you would be dead right now.” Damon said. “Then that time at the bar when he nearly killed that guy for looking at you the wrong way. Or maybe when I had to pull him off of you because he had his hands wrapped around your neck ready to kill you.”  
Y/N scoffed. Kai had a temper , yes , but the time Damon had pulled him off of her was an accident. Kai had felt so bad about it later , he was willing to do anything to make her forgive him and she had. Their relationship had had a rough beginning but Kai had proven over and over to her that he had changed … and whatever else he did - he wouldn’t hurt her. Not intentionally. Never.
“You are both absolutely delusional ! Kai is different around me , he would never hurt me , he might be new at feelings but I know he cares about me and loves me in his own way. And I love him just the way he is.” she said , trying to fight tears back. “Either bring him back or give me the Ascendant for 1903 and I will find someone to bring him back.” Y/N said starring at both of them , her hands crossed on her chest.

“They can’t.” said a female voice behind her.
Y/N turned around to find a middle aged woman with red hair dressed in clothes from the previous century.
“Who are you ?” Y/N asked confused.
“I am Lilly Salvatore. Damon and Stefan’s mother.” she said calmly.
Oh so that’s her. Great. Another problem to deal with. she thought. Kai had told her about the reason the 1903 prison world was created. Lilly and her friends - vampire witch heretics , had left so many dead bodies the Gemini coven had felt obligated to put a stop to all the bloodshed and had sent them away.
“Look , Lilly was it ? I need that Ascendant. Your son and his little sidekick ditched my boyfriend there and I want him back.” Y/N said slightly annoyed.
Lilly smiled at her. A genuine smile which caught Y/N a little of guard. She had half expected Lilly to jump at her and threaten her or something.
“That won’t be a problem. My friends are still there and Damon promised me we’ll to go back to get them. We can get your boyfriend back when that happens.” Lilly said with a smile.
Y/N turned towards Damon , eyebrows raised and a sarcastic smile on her face.
“Oh did he now… ” she said. Unbelievable , Damon was willing to cross his own mother just to get rid of Kai.  Y/N turned towards Lilly. “Good luck. Your son is a backstabbing l-”
She didn’t get to finish the sentence because Damon rushed over to her , putting his hand on her mouth.
“Excuse her , mother. She is upset about her boyfriend - the murderous psycho we left back in 1903.” Damon said.  Y/N tried to move his hand from her mouth but couldn’t. Finally she stepped on his foot with such a force he backed away a few steps , groaning in pain. She shot Damon a glare , wishing she could strangle him and turned towards Lilly.
“My name is Y/N.” she said picking a piece of paper from the desk near by. “Here is my phone number. Call me when your son decides to get your friends out of 1903.” she said and left the house closing the front door with a bang so loud it knocked over a painting near the door.


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A New Family

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Title: A New Family

Characters: LaSalle x Kid!Reader, Pride, Percy

Word Count: 1,036

Warnings: none!

A/N: This was requested by @criminal-navy-writings! I apologize it took me so long to get to this request, but it’s finally here! I hope you guys enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

LaSalle leaned against his desk as he stared into the kitchen where you sat at the table.  You were only ten years old and now you had no parents.  LaSalle called all of your family, but no one would take you into their home.  The agent couldn’t believe it.  He thought you were an adorable kid with great potential.

“You did everything you could country mouse,” Percy spoke as she approached the agent.  “I know you wanna help [Y/N], but there’s nothing else we can do.”  She flashed him a sympathetic smile.

“It’s a shame her other family members don’t wanna take her in,” Pride chimed in, putting his gun back into the filing cabinet.  “She’s a good kid.”

“There’s gotta be somethin’ we can do King,” LaSalle reasoned.  “If she goes into a foster home that could ruin her life.  She could get bounced around from house to house.  That’s not good for a kid her age.”

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A shorter imagine whoo 😝

“…How the hell did you ever pick me? Honestly, I could sing you a song, but I don’t think words could express your beauty…,” I sang softly, rinsing the tropical scented suds off my body and enjoying the scalding water running over my tense muscles. I rested my back on the wall, the stark contrast between the cool tiles and the water making me shiver slightly.

“They say that love is forever, your forever is all that I need, please stay, as long as you need.” I shut off the water and pulled back the shower curtain, stepping out and grabbing my towel. “It goes to show, I hope that you know that you are, what my dreams are made of…” I dried off quickly and wrapped the towel around myself, opening the bathroom door, humming as I walked into the connected bedroom.

Feeling for the familiar fabric and smiling internally when I felt it, I grabbed my favorite matching underwear set out of the bottom of the top drawer. I dropped my towel and slipped into them. As I walked back over to the bed, I caught a glimpse of myself in mirror, which caused me to falter my step, before I stopped.

I turned and stepped in front of the mirror fully. I sighed softly looking at my reflection. I searched over my body, looking for something, anything, I could honestly say I was happy with.

I met my own eyes and the girl staring back at me smiled slightly. Crystal clear blue with hazel and green rings around the center, and gold flecks that loved to catch the light. My favorite feature. I let my eyelids flutter shut and took a deep breath, releasing it in a soft sigh.

My next breath caught in my throat slightly as I felt a pair of warm hands slowly slide over my sides and to my waist before wrapping themselves around me. I opened my eyes to look into the brilliant sea green and gold eyes that I had come to be so familiar with, as he rested his head on my shoulder. “If I didn’t know better, I could have sworn I heard you singing my song,” he said lightheartedly, placing a feather soft kiss on my shoulder.

“I was trying to be quiet,” I mumbled, a light blush tinting my cheeks as I felt his chest vibrate with a short laugh.  “I don’t think I would mind being woken up like that more often,” he admitted.  I turned around so I was facing him and gently placed my arms around his neck, playing with the ends of his steadily growing and messy bed hair.  “I’m sure your ego wouldn’t,” I responded jokingly, letting out a giggle at the exaggerated, mock look of hurt that contorted his features.

“That hurt,” he said jokingly, taking one of his hands off my waist to place it over his heart. I shook my head and laughed.  He placed his arm back around my waist and hugged me tightly, nuzzling his face in between the curve of my neck and shoulder.  Running my fingers gently through his hair, a sudden thought came to me, causing me to smirk.

“Babe?” I asked him. “Hmm?” he mumbled into my skin.  “You know how I haven’t posted my weekly video for my channel yet because I couldn’t think of what to do?” I said, smiling at the thought floating around in my head.  “Yea?” he said, lifting his head enough so he could be heard. “I think I have a good idea,” I said holding back a laugh.

“Oh yeah? What is it?” he asked curiously.  “Well I was thinking…I could maybe do the ‘I Do My Boyfriend’s Makeup Challenge’.” His head shot up to look at me, his jaw dropped and as he was about to say something, I cut him off by saying, “Or I mean I guess there’s something else I could find to do,” I finished with a fake disappointed sigh and letting my head hang slightly.

I heard him let out a puff of air and I smiled internally, knowing he was giving in. “Oh c'mon babe, don’t be like that. Will it make you happy if I do it?” He asked me in a caring tone. I nodded and he let out a quiet groan. “Fine, but if there is less than your usual 250,00 i’m gonna be offended,” he said jokingly.

I looked up at him with a smirk and kissed his cheek quickly before removing my arms from his neck and walking away to find my camera.  “Thank you, baby,” I called over my shoulder, briefly seeing him there with a slightly stunned look on his face before laughing.

Twenty minutes later after rounding up my camera, makeup, and model for the video, I set up my tripod and started recording.  “Hey guys! I didn’t think I would be able to post a video today but thanks to this guy,” I said reaching over and ruffling his hair, at which he pursed his lips together in a tight lipped smile, “I had an idea.”

“I’m sure most of you watching already know who this is, but for those of you who somehow managed to stumble your way to this oh-so-terrifyingly-weird channel,” I said stretching my arms out gesturing around me and smiling, “why don’t you introduce yourself?” I directed the last part at the man next to me.

“Okay. Well hi, my names Billy. I got kidnapped about six months ago and ended up here,” he said in complete monotone.  “Babe c'mon be serious for once in your life!” I said laughing and slapping his arm. “Alright alright. Aye guys my names Kellin Quinn and i’m her boyfriend, in case you couldn’t tell by the title,” he said as an afterthought, chuckling to himself.

“Okay well basically, again if you couldn’t tell by the title, i’m going to be doing his makeup,” I sing-songed playfully. “I’m so excited!” He said in a high pitched voice, clapping his hands together. I laughed and then looked at the camera again. “Well, on that note, let’s get started!”

This fic was great fun to write and I had a blast picking a song that would work. The description of the dancing was difficult so I am grateful for that challenge. Other than that, I’m really happy with how this turned out. Plus now I have a little headcanon that the Avengers hold dance battles and dance offs. Thanks to nerd-kat–hell-yes for the request.

The song that goes with this fic can be found here.

Perhaps a fanfic about a dance with the Cap? Maybe some of the avengers are talking about good and bad dancing and reader tries to show them what good dancing looks like while trying to teach Steve…

“The Soldier’s Plan” (Part 1)

A gentle knock distracted you from the task at hand. Turning around you saw that the infamous Captain America was sticking his head around the door to your sleeping quarters.
“Steve?” You said, wondering what reason the man could have for visiting you of all people. Placing the knife that you were polishing down on your bedside cabinet, you went to unhook the chain so that Steve could get more of than his head through the door.

Whilst on an exchange trip in Italy, you were taken captive by HYDRA agents and experimented on. They transformed the genetic makeup of your bone structure so that it was incredibly light but also very strong – an excruciating process that devastated your memory. However, HYDRA succeeded and you were able to take hard hits without breaking bones, and break through walls using your bare hands. They didn’t count on you using your ‘gift’ to escape. Clint had been on a mission which required him to take a high vantage point. Due to your light bone structure, you were able to leap to incredibly heights and he clocked you hopping from street level to the roof of a house with ease. As a result of the testing, your appearance was drastically altered leaving you unable to locate your family. The Avengers took you in afterwards at Clint’s request.

“What’s up?” You asked after allowing Cap into your room.
“I hate to ask but I need a favour.” You smiled. You relished any opportunity to be able to repay the Avengers for the kindness that they showed you.
“Sure. How can I help?”
Steve shifted uncomfortably.
“Well, it’s a little unorthodox but… I need a dance partner.” He said. Why he was coming to you, you didn’t know. ‘I’m easy to lift, I suppose, but that can’t be the only reason.’ You thought.
“Um… okay.” You mumbled. As much as you wanted to help, you weren’t sure that you were the best choice. You could definitely dance but it tended to be when there was no-one else there to watch.

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Imagine Jared cheating on you

“Areyou sure we are at the same gate?” I ask Emma through the phone,she’s nowhere to be seen.

“Yeah, your flight arrived here, I already checked twice”

I stand in an empty seat and I finally see Emma’s confused face trying to locate me.

“I see you! I see you!” She starts shouting while running towards me.

I get down of the seat and run to get to her. When we finally meet, I receive a warm hug from her and she takes my suitcase before we head out of the airport.

“He’s probably asleep now, they all went out last night and Jared was the last one to come back to the hotel” She informs me, “But I talked with reception and they agreed to give me a new key of his room for you”

“Tonight’s the concert?” I ask her as we try to get a cab, she nods waving her hand, making a cab stop in front of us, “Finally, the last show, they must be so tired”

“Yeah, they are. I am too, though”

We get in the cab and Emma gives the driver the address. I notice how she closes her eyes from time to time, she works as hard as the guys, and a lot of people don’t even acknowledges it. I grab her hand and give it a little squeeze, I receive a sleepy smile in return.

The hotel is packed with fans, and there’s a fence separating them from the stairs. The guys arrived the day before, and most of the fans mustn’t have got a picture or even a glance of them, reason why there was so many of them in there. I notice how some fans recognize us while the cabdriver hands me my suitcase. I hear some girls calling my name, asking me about the guys and others taking my picture. I’m used to this, I just smile and try to get to the front door with Emma.

We talk with the receptionist, we add my name to the room info and I’m finally free to go to Jared’s room. Emma leaves me when the elevator reaches her floor, and I’m all alone now. The next floor is Jared’s, so I get down and walk to the door with the same number as my card.

For some reason I’m nervous, I haven’t seen him in a month, and our last conversation, two days ago, didn’t finish in good terms. I basically insinuated that I was better off alone than with someone I got to see once every two months. And that’s why I got in a plane in such a rush, with only Emma’s knowledge of my visit to Jared.

I take a deep breath inserting the card and wait for the green light indicating that the door is open. When I get in, I can see that the place is a mess, Jared’s clothes is everywhere, his suitcases open with clothes falling out from them, and his guitar case resting on the sofa. I leave my suitcase next to Jared’s and walk to the window, I can see the fans sitting in groups outside and I conceal a gasp when I notice that it will start snowing soon and all those kids are outside just waiting for the guys.

A sound coming from the room makes me take my eyes away from the window, I’ve been practicing my speech during the whole flight. I will apologize, beg, do whatever he wants; I just want Jared back. I get to the room, opening the door trying to be as quiet as possible, I can see Jared sitting on the side of the bed, only wearing his underwear while rubbing his face trying to wake up. I open the door completely at the same time I see a third person coming from under the blankets to hug him from the back.

“Jared?”

I’m still holding the knob, and his name comes out of my mouth without me even noticing. Both look alarmed at the door, the girl still resting her whole body on Jared’s back. I swear I can hear my name coming out of his lips, but the only thing I’m sure I can hear is the pounding of my heart. The tears start coming out when Jared gets up from the bed to reach me.

“Don’t touch me” I whisper, avoiding his hands.

“Babe” I finally hear his voice, “Please”

I leave the room, I want to get out of there, punch Jared in the face, maybe scream to the blonde and much younger girl who’s still in the room, but I can’t manage to do a thing. I stand there, in the middle of the small living room area. I can hear how the girl gets dressed in a hurry, saying things to Jared that my ears catch from time to time.

“You didn’t say you had a girlfriend” She mutters, anger clear on her voice.

What am I supposed to do now?

I sit in the sofa, with the guitar case hurting my back, but I need to sit somewhere or I would faint at any moment. I’m dizzy, feeling goose bumps all over my body, the tears keep coming out and all I want to do is scream.

“Babe, please” I hear Jared again, standing behind my back, “I- I can explain, I swear”

The girl’s footsteps are louder now, she’s in the living room and her high heels make my head ache.

“I’m really sorry” She says, “I didn’t know, I swear”

I’ve always wondered what reaction should someone have towards the person their partner’s been cheating with. I thought you must be mad at the woman, or men, because they are the ones that agreed to get in the middle. But now that I was in this situation, the only person I could blame was Jared. Because he was the one to make the call and stop whatever happened between him and the girl, because he was the one with an established relationship, he was the one who decided to cheat and destroy what we had. I don’t know if I was thinking the right thing, but that was all I can think about.

All I can feel is anger towards Jared, and I know I could end up beating the shit out of him, and I want to do it, I want him to feel the pain that I’m feeling now. But I also know that nothing could compare to this pain, to the way I can feel my heart breaking inside my chest, this feeling… this emptiness that I’ve never felt before.

“Was it because of what I said?” I ask, my voice really thick because of the tears.

“I was angry” He answers, sitting on the sofa in front of the one I’m sitting on, he’s now wearing a shirt, but still on his underwear, “I’m twelve hours away from home and the only thing you say to me is that you’re tired of this. I’m tired too, you know?”

“And yet here I am, as faithful as ever, flying those twelve hours just to see you. And here you are, with the best surprise in the world for me” I mumble, my eyes on his, “Being angry is not an excuse”

Jared starts running his hands through his hair, they are shaking and the look on his face shows that he’s scared.

“All I want to do is punch you in the face, break your nose, make you feel the pain that I’m feeling” I mutter, letting all my feelings out, “But that would not fix what you’ve done, and I know that would not compare to what I’m feeling right now”

“I fucked up” Jared sighs, now his shoulders shaking, “You really don’t know how sorry I am”

“I need to get out of here” I say, getting up from my seat.

“No, please, wait!”

Jared gets up too, and tries to reach me again. I can’t stand his hands close to me, I avoid him again and the tears start falling from his eyes now the starts to realize that I can’t stand him.

“I don’t want you to touch me, I don’t even want you near me, you hear? I want you away, I’m leaving!” I scream, clenching my fists.

“Punch me, scream at me, do whatever you want, but please- please don’t leave” He begs.

Part of me wants to stay, forgive him, because I love him. But that love is the one that pushes me to leave. I grab my bag, my hands shaking as I start walking towards the door. With my hand on the knob, I turn around to face him.

Jared’s mouth is a bit open, his eyes widen and his shoulders keep shaking.

“I’m coming back to LA, I’ll pick all my stuff and leave”

“I’m sorry” He mumbles again.

“Being sorry will not cure the damage you’ve done, Jared. I love you, but after this… I guess I was better off alone”

I close the door, the last thing I see is how he crumbles on the floor. I take a deep breath just like I did a few minutes ago, and I finally start letting go all the intense crying, I know I will start screaming, because I can’t hold all the pain, but I can’t do it now in the middle of the corridor. The only choice I have is locating Emma. My hand goes straight to my chest as I walk to the elevator, the pain gets deeper and deeper as I walk away, but there’s no way I can forgive him for what he did, I respect myself to much to lower myself over something like this. Jared fucked everything up and all I can do is leave and start again, I can’t let my life get ruined over this.


Imagine Jared cheating on you | Part Two

Player/Team: Matt Duchene / Colorado Avalanche

Prompt: Something Different

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Author’s Note: Something a bit different for someone a little special. I tried my best and hope you like it. It’s a bit…long. Oops? Thanks for being cool. ;) 

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WARNING: very sexual content ahead as well as language! you have been warned!



It’s been seven months since Matt Duchene came into your life. Five months of you guys actually dating officially, but you’d like to count seven months of him changing your life (for the better, of course). Seven months of wild adventures and new things. Seven months of new troubles and new doubts, of new love and new intimate. Seven months of something different.

You’re amazed you guys have made it this far and how good it has been. You are almost afraid it wasn’t all real for he’s been almost too good to be true. What you two have is something different, something you can’t put into words. You connect in ways you’ve never connected with a person before and it’s scary in some ways and in others exhilarating. Matt has truly been a charmer, a romantic, a good boyfriend.

The thing is, Matt has been patient unlike any other man before him. It’s been seven months of just cuddles and kisses and love. Innocent, affectionate love you wouldn’t ever want to take back. He understood when you said you wanted to take things slow at first after how bad things went before him. He understood your need for time and he has still loved you through it, never pushing you into something you haven’t wanted to do.

But now, it’s been seven months. And you want something different. Not different in a bad way, but in a good way. In a very, very good way. That’s why when you went to Victoria Secret today you were more excited than any other emotion. That’s why when you picked out the black lace which clung oh so perfectly to you with the help of the workers you grinned rather than blushed. That’s why when you got home at five you planned everything out and set it all up perfectly (Matt just so happened to have a rare early game at seven so it was pretty perfect). And that is why now as you lay on your king-sized bed in nothing but said black lace under your Duchene jersey with a pair of black knee-high socks were you perfectly calm and at peace.

At a quarter past ten you heard the front door open, “Baby? (Y/N)? I’m home.” Matt calls out. You can hear him kicking off his shoes and with almost a smug grin call out the typical, “Upstairs babe!” one might see one do in a movie or read in a book.

“Why is it so dark in here?” he calls out confused, yet laughter in his voice. You don’t answer just leaning on your hand watching the door smiling, waiting for him. You hear him make his way up the stairs and soon enough he’s walking into the bedroom. “Seriously, why so dar-” Matt goes to say, a grin on his face until he freezes as he spots you on the bed.

“Hey babe.” You smile at him, turning so your lying on your stomach, arms folded under your head. You kick your legs up and let the jersey ride up so your legs are fully on show.

“H-Hey,” Matt says before clearing his throat, “Hi. What’s all this?” he says eyes watching your legs before turning and meeting your own. You tilt your head, almost satisfied by how obvious he is, “Oh, I thought we might do something different tonight.”

You sit up onto your calves as you watch a smirk break out onto Matt’s face, “And what exactly might be ‘something different’?” he says finally coming to the bed and standing at the edge where you’ve scooted to. His hands immediately go to your hips and yours to the collar of his button up. 

He wore your favorite that night, a baby blue button up with navy colored pants. But he seems to have gotten rid of the coat down stairs and rolled up his sleeves three-quarters just making him even hotter. Matt’s hair was still wet from sweat and the quick shower he took at the stadium making one curl fall into his eyes. His green eyes were bright in the dim light and you leaned into him.

“Well, I was thinking maybe you could lose some of your clothes and I could lose some of mine and we could see where that takes us.” You say lowly as if it wasn’t just you two in the room looking between his lips and his green eyes that seem to get darker with every word you said.

He just hums in agreement as you already started to play with the top buttons of his shirt. With one last look into his eyes, you lean forward and he does too. His lips are soft and warm and you just want more and more. A sweet quick turns heated quickly as you nibble his bottom lip and he takes you in closer, wrapping his arms completely around you. Your make out lasts long enough for you to unbutton his shirt, but not long enough. You have to break for air, which leads Matt to just carry on kissing down your jaw to your neck with playful nicks and open mouth kisses.

Matt finds your sweet spot and you can’t help but let out a moan. “Matt, please.” you gasp as he leaves his mark thoroughly. You bury your fingers deep into his hair, the wet strands like silk in your fingers as you sigh as he lays more marks to your collar bone. You play with his hair, pulling and teasing as he makes his way back up to your lips. Sweet kisses are exchanged until finally Matt decides to change things a bit.

Matt strips of his shirt as you lay back onto the bed. He climbs on top of you and the kisses begin again. You let your fingers run through his hair and down his back. Teasing him with light scratches and just feeling his muscles move beneath your hand. Little moans break from your here and there as well as from him and soon all this little play isn’t enough. 

Matt takes control and without breaking eye contact he sits up. His hands have been playing at the hem for awhile and now he lifts it over your head. For the first time that day/night, you are self conscious and look to side to avoid his reaction as he takes you in. You can feel his hand on your cheek, “(Y/N), look at me.” his voice deep and yet gentle insists.

You look at him, almost afraid of what he might think and you see him smiling at you lovingly, “You’re really something different, (Y/N). Beautiful isn’t good enough for you.” The genuine sentiment behind his words warm you, no one has ever said something like that before to you. You lean up and kiss him deeply, words unable to express how you truly feel.

Sweet turns into hot quickly. Your hands are on him, his back, his chest. Anywhere you can grab. His hands roam you like a blind man feeling a sculpture for the first time. He grasps one boob in one hand and the other is on your ass, squeezing, cherishing. Matt moans as you pull at his hair as he moves down on you, trailing kisses in his wake. You try not to moan too much, but you can’t help it with his lips on you.

Soon he makes it past your naval and has released your boob just to play with the thin lace of your panties. Matt looks up at you smugly and you glare at him frustrated, “Matt, can you just take them off, please? And for the love of god, I swear, if you rip them off me-”

“Baby calm down, relax. Tonight we are going to take this slow and cherish every moment. I promise not to rip them..At least, not tonight.” he says grinning widely now, making you blush and roll your eyes. He kisses the inner sensitive skin of your thigh making you sigh a bit as he watches you intently. You watch as he slowly pulls them down your legs before tossing them to the side easily, eyes not breaking from yours.

He spreads your legs slightly and starts to kiss up your thighs. One kiss on the left, one kiss on the right; one kiss on the left, one on the right. You bite your bottom lip watching him, watching his back muscles move with every kiss and watch as he never looks away from your eyes. You can’t help, but to moan a little bit at just how hot he looks doing such. His hands grip your thighs tightly as he teases as he gets closer and closer.

Finally, he breaks contact to look at what he’s doing. Next thing you know is all you feel is his wet tongue and pleasure. “Oh god, Matt.You gasp, throwing your head back, eyes rolling, and hands in his hair. You feel him moan from you calling his name as he continues to lick up and down, up and down. You can feel him tease you as he licks around your entrance at times and also play with your clit. It’s heavenly torture that’s for sure.

For a good five minutes (feels like thirty) he does this, teasing you, playing with you. Letting you call out his name several times, leaving you short of breath. He took too great of a pleasure of the whole thing until finally he decided teasing was enough. Matt sits up, letting you catch your breath for a moment as he grabs a condom from the nightstand on his bedside.

You look up at him, a bit disheveled from all his playing around. He cusps your cheek in one hand and leans down and gives you a sweet kiss as he rolls the condom on. You two sloppily, slowly make out as he grips your thighs and lines up with you. The nerves in your stomach are there, but the want is enough to overrule them.

Matt breaks the kiss first, both of you out of breath. “Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks, looking you seriously into the eyes, searching for any sign of a no. You grip his face into both of your hands, “Matt, I’m more sure than I think either of us would ever be again.” This makes him grin and kiss you once more, just as he pushes in slowly.

You admit, it hurts a bit the first time. Matt makes sure your OK the whole time until he is fully in, but once you get used to it, it’s not so bad. “You sure, you are all right?” “For god’s sake Matt just, just make love to me already!” This makes him laugh and soon he is slowly pulling out of you before pushing back in. As he continues to do so (slow as molasses though), the less it hurts and the more pleasure there was.

Soon you were practically begging for him to go faster. He was worried at first, but when you gave him the look, he gave into your demands. God, was he good. He knew just the right way to hit you as he moved faster and faster. He grasped your ass for most of the time until he leaned forward to make out. You grasped onto his back as he broke to bury his face into your neck and move even faster (god bless hockey players for their speed) all while he gripped your hips.

Your nails dug into his back as you raked him and he slammed into you.You felt the pressure building in the bottom of your stomach and wrapped your legs around him. “Matt, I-I think I’m gonna-” you got out (making him go even harder) just before you came. You screamed his name as your high reached it’s peak. He was panting and kept going for another minute before finally he shuddered above you and grasped your hips tightly. You groaned your name as he came, riding it out until he was done.

Slowly he pulled out of you and collapsed next to you on his side of the bed. You both were still panting, exhausted from your first time. “That was…” you began as he pulled you into his side. “Something different?” he said amused, a smirk on his face as he looked down at you. “Something different for sure.” you say yawning and resting your head on his chest.

He pulls the covers over you two before wrapping his arms around you tightly and resting his chin on your head, “I like something different.” he says quietly. “Me too, babe, me too.” you mumble into his chest. He kisses your head, “Goodnight, I love you.” he whispers into your ear making you smile and whisper back, “I love you, too.”

You would not believe how difficult it is to find decent gifs of Wanda. All my love goes out to the talented people who discover and create these things because I’m not sure my stories would have the same impact without them. Anyway, this is another short one but it’s the last of the sick!Readers. And let me tell you - I don’t think I could write a series like this again. Never let me bite off more than I can chew next time (because let’s face it, it’s me - I’ll try and do it again). Enjoy, my darling!

“Subtlety and Stupidity”

Clearing your throat was never a suitable alternative to coughing. When you were sick, there was no way to hide – not easily anyway – but you were an Avenger and that fact wouldn’t stop you from trying. Clearing your throat a few times drew the attention of Wanda who sat nearby flicking aimlessly between channels on the TV.
“Are you alright?” She asked and you nodded.
“Yeah, just a dry throat. Might get a drink. Do you want one?” You replied, eager to draw focus away. She nodded and you promptly stood up, making for the kitchen.

Once the drinks were done, you joined her in front of the telly.
“Anything good on?” You asked. She shook her head, flicking through a couple more channels before accepting the glass of water.
“Nothing. I’m so bored in this tower. Do you want to go out and do something?” You thought about the rising fever that you had and the persistent cough.
“Nah, I’m more of an inside person anyway.”
“No you’re not.” She giggled, shoving you with her shoulder. “What’s gotten into you?”

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I Want To Stop Right There OR I Feel Like This Episode Was Lucy Setting Up The Football And Next Week We’re All Charlie Brown

But for now, to quote a holiday classic*, “Let’s go get the shit kicked out of us by love!”

(gif source: pansexualbcky *holiday classic: Love, Actually)

My thoughts on Season 7 Episode 10 under the cut.

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