i want to make his eyes blue so damn badly now

keyed.

Originally posted by jiminnieseyesmile

3.8k words

members: jungkook, oc - reader

genre: fluff

warnings: language

You were sick and tired of your attractive idiot neighbor blocking your driveway.

a/n: i felt like writing this weekend and this happened surprise surprise. this is what happens when i’m buzzed off of two venti macchiatos please leave me feedback TT


“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

You blocked out the angry voice shouting at you from your neighbors now open door. The hurried footsteps were getting closer but you pretended you didn’t hear, continuing to drag your key along the shiny black BMW blocking your driveway. Before you could reach the back tires a hand grasped your wrist, turning you around to face your irritating neighbor.

“Oh! Hey there, neighbor,” you grinned, innocently eyeing your neighbor head to toe. He was dressed casually with his hair tousled as though he’d just woken up. His jaw was tense as his hands tightly held your wrist, nothing but anger found in his eyes. You weren’t sure of his first name but had seen him a few times in silent passing. He was relatively new to the neighborhood, keeping to himself along with his roommate you caught quick glimpses of as well. The two had moved in a month ago and you kept to yourself as well, not bothering to play nice and whip up a housewarming desert you couldn’t even properly bake. It wasn’t until a week ago that you realized your neighbors weren’t exactly your cup of tea. They had people over constantly whether they were attending their overcrowded house parties, movie nights or simply staying over till the sun came back up. It seemed whenever the two had guests around their parking lot quickly become full, causing a new issue to arrive. You noticed the brunette, tall one seemed to have a kick out of parking right in front of your light blue beetle making it impossible for you to maneuver around his pricey sports car. The parties seemed to hit an all time high and you constantly found yourself trapped in your own driveway. You left sticky notes on his windshield, kindly asking him to stop blocking your spot and occasionally he would but it wouldn’t take long for him to fall back into his routine. It wasn’t until he made you late to your job earning you a lengthy lecture from your boss, that you felt you’d had enough, storming outside to drag your keys along his prized possession.

Your decision making skills weren’t the best when you were angry.

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Clint's Daughter Part 2

Note: so you guys wanted Clint’s Daughter part 2! i was too excited to hold off on this. feedback is always welcome! part 3? let me know! .c

Part 1

-SMUT WARNING-


You’ve been at the Tower for a few weeks now and you’ve absolutely loved it. You had joined Steve and Sam for their morning runs around 8am. You even spend time in Tony’s lab, watching him work on something you had no knowledge about.

Wanda and Natasha usually take you shopping, saying you needed a lot more than sundresses and band t-shirts to wear while you were here, however long that would be. Other than that, you three go get coffee and have movie nights together.

What you enjoyed most was your time with Bucky.

First, it started out by seeing him in the morning for breakfast after running with Sam and Steve. The men would head for the shower first thing, but you desperately needed food in your system aside from the green protein shakes Steve makes.

After seeing Bucky at breakfast, you’d hang around the tower for a bit, talking with Bucky about his past, good and bad. After three days of that, you and Bucky were basically joined at the hip. You were always together, only unless you were really busy with someone else on the team.

Your Dad took notice between you and Bucky, but never spoke about it. The team also took notice, but have said something about it. Steve was the first to say something to Bucky, which Bucky told you, and you discovered that Nat has walked in on you and Bucky heavily making out more times than you’d like to know.

You and Bucky have been sneaking around your dad lately, you knew he could be protective and you weren’t sure how he’d react if you told him you like Bucky. For the sake of him not having a heart attack, you’d keep the make out sessions to yourself. Bucky understood and he thought it was because of his past, but you assured him it was only because your dad was protective of you towards any guy.


You were just getting back from running and you sighed out, wiping your brow. Your clothes were slightly wet from sweating and you were more than ready for a shower. Nat had gotten you a running outfit, which you told her you didn’t need plenty of times, but she insisted.

It was just a pair of yoga shorts and a matching sports bra. You were nervous about wearing it, but it was actually pretty comfortable. You noticed Steve and Sam would fall behind during your run today and you found it hard to focus when you could hear them talking about your ass.

You walked into the kitchen, dancing to the music playing through your earphones. You shook your hips to the beat, slightly bobbing your head. You danced over to the refrigerator, opening it and grabbing a bottle of water. You gulped it down in record time and capped it when you were done.

You looked through the refrigerator for a little longer, seeing if there was anything you fancied to eat. As you were looking, you were bent down and shaking your ass to the beat. You hummed along to the lyrics and suddenly felt two hands rest on your hips. You let out a screech and turned around, only to be faced with Bucky.

He chuckled deeply and you slapped his chest, pulling out your earphones. “That’s not funny!” You scolded him, frowning. You shifted in your spot as your heart raced. Bucky laughed again and held onto your waist, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. You sighed, a smile tugging at your lips.

You looked up at Bucky, his blue eyes checking out your new outfit. “This is cute.” Bucky said lowly, his hands moving down to your ass, giving it a little squeeze. You giggled and moved his hands away. “I haven’t showered, don’t get so handsy.” You said, moving away from Bucky after shutting the refrigerator. Bucky whined and followed after you.

“So what? Come on, you won’t let me be affectionate around everyone. Just kiss me, Doll.” Bucky pleaded before you could leave the room. You sighed softly, feeling a little guilty for wanting to hide your growing relationship with him. You turned around and faced a rather cute and pouty Bucky.

“Fine.” You giggled, leaning up on your toes to kiss Bucky. He pulled you close, softly moaning into the kiss. You quickly pulled away, relaxing back down on your feet. Bucky gasped softly, whining. “What was that? Kiss me, Y/N, please?” Bucky said, grasping your hands.

You blushed and smiled, rolling your eyes. “Bucky, I need to shower.” You said, slowly backing away from Bucky. He only whined again, tightening his grip on your wrist. “Y/N, plea-” You quickly crashed into Bucky, pressing your lips to his. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him pick you up and set you on the island in the kitchen.

You sighed into the kiss, the cold marble causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. Bucky’s hands rest on the skin of your sides and you gently tugged your fingers through his hair. Your tongue met Bucky’s and you twirled them around each other, your lips gently sucking around Bucky’s tongue, something you knew he liked.

Bucky moaned deeply, quickly pulling his tongue away to capture your bottom lip between his teeth. Bucky carefully bit down on your lip, causing a small shiver to shoot through your body. You pulled away to gasp for air, only to feel Bucky’s lips moving across your cheek to your neck. You softly moaned, your legs pulling Bucky closer.

Bucky smirked against you and he playfully nipped at your skin. “Bucky, I need to go now.” You breathlessly said, your eyes closing at the feel of his tongue tracing along your collarbones. Bucky groaned, pulling your hips closer, your legs dangling by his thighs. “You’re gonna kiss me like that and leave?” Bucky questioned, his tone holding a hint of sadness.

You smiled and pushed Bucky away from you. “Bucky, seriously.” You said, laughing when he pulled away from you with another manly whine. Bucky looked down at you, raising his hand up to hold your cheek. “I don’t like being away from you.” Bucky said lowly, his eyes looking into yours. You felt your heart jump. “It’s so crazy. I didn’t plan on falling for you so quickly.” You said, laughing softly.

Your feelings for Bucky were strong and came as a surprise to you. You didn’t have the intention on finding love when you came back here. But every time you saw Bucky, you knew this was the best decision you’ve ever made.

Bucky kissed your nose, making you smile. “I’ve never felt this way before. You were just a little girl, you’ve grown so much. You’re honestly so amazing.” Bucky said, smiling down at you, his thumb softly caressing your cheek. You blushed and looked down at your lap. Bucky’s hand moved to lift your chin up and he placed his lips on yours again.

You kissed him back and felt him pull away just as quickly. “Okay, go shower. I’ll miss you.” Bucky said as he helped you down. You giggled and pecked his cheek before walking away. You heard a soft “damn” come from Bucky’s mouth as your hips moved. You turned to see him checking out your ass and you smirked.

You turned back around and bent over to untie your shoe, just to tie it again. Your ass was on full display to Bucky in your tight yoga shorts and you knew what it would do to him. Bucky growled and came up behind you, giving your ass a slap with his metal hand.

You moaned loudly and stood up straight, rubbing your cheek. “That was rough. I like it. Use it on me tonight?” You asked, looking at Bucky’s shocked expression. “Tonight?” He asked, his eyes wide.

You made a small “mhm” sound before skipping out of the room. You had the very intention on having sex with Bucky tonight and now he has all day to think about it. This would be torture for you, but it would be even worse for Bucky. Or so you thought.


After you showered and dried your hair, you pulled out another outfit Nat bought you. It was a simple low cut top with jeans. You thought your clothes were nice and you liked them, but Nat thought the sundresses were getting old.

With a shrug at your appearance in the mirror, you left to go find Bucky so you could work on your plan to drive the man absolutely nuts for you. This little game you were going to play could end badly or end in your favor.

You swung your door open and gasped when you saw Bucky standing there. You instantly blushed and he took in your outfit with a slight frown. “Hey,” you breathed, “what’s up?” You asked, moving aside so he could step inside your room.

You shut your door behind you and Bucky turned to face you. “Where’s your dress?” Bucky softly asked, his fingers pulling at your top. Your face heated up as his fingers outlined the low cut, slightly moving across your cleavage.

A nervous breath fell from your lips and Bucky smirked. “I’d just torture you even more.” You said, your voice wobbly. Though that was the point you were going to make anyways. Bucky nodded gently, his teeth pulling his bottom lip. “That’s true, but you look so innocent in dresses.” Bucky said, looking into yours eyes. You inhaled shakily, your thoughts running wild.

Bucky bent down to your ear and let his hands hold your waist. “Makes me think of the naughty things you’d let me do to you. Isn’t that right, Y/N?” He said with a low voice, causing your mouth to fall open and your panties to quickly become wet. You swallowed nervously and Bucky placed a kiss on your neck, a low chuckle sounding from his throat.

He pulled away and walked over to your closet, a devious smile on his lips. Your face felt hot and you knew he was using his words to turn you on and he was definitely succeeding. You smirked and stepped away from your door. Taking the hem of your top in your hands, you slid it off your body. You took your bra off next, tossing it over to Bucky.

The small action made him turn and his eyes widened as he looked at your exposed skin. Bucky licked his lips. “N-no, I’m trying to pick out a dress.” Bucky whispered, shaking his head as he turned back to your closet. You giggled as he cleared his throat and you knew you had gotten your small amount of payback.

You came up behind Bucky and let your arms wrap around his waist from behind. Bucky was slowly going through your dresses, humming as he would see a nice one he liked. You smiled and peeked around his body, seeing his hands grasp the material of a light blue sundress you had. You felt an intake of breath from Bucky’s abdomen. “I like this.” Bucky said in a low voice, only furthering your arousal.

His voice was definitely sexy and you loved to hear it; something he found out not too long ago. You hummed in response and let your hands travel down his waist, to his thighs and back up. Bucky breathed out heavily and you let your cheek rest against his muscular back. You moved your hands over to his crotch, feeling his hard cock in his pants. You gave it a light squeeze and Bucky groaned, his hands tightening around the material of the dress.

You giggled lowly, rubbing your palm over his cock once more. “Bucky, are you already turned on? Wow, you won’t be able to last until tonight, will you?” You asked in a teasing tone. Bucky took your dress off the hanger and turned towards you. His breathing was heavy and his face was a light red. “Y/N, I will take you right here, right now, if you keep doing that.” Bucky said, using his metal arm to lightly push you backwards.

You smirked up at him, licking your lips slowly as your feet carried you. “And what if I let you?” You shot back, watching Bucky’s eyes check you out. Bucky smirked and bit his lip. “No, no. I won’t give in that easily.” Bucky said, handing you your dress. You sighed softly and took it from him. You slipped off your jeans and Bucky watched you intently, his eyes staring at your panties.

You blushed a little and put on the sundress, hearing a gasp fall from Bucky’s lips as you straightened it out. “Fuck, you look so-” “Innocent?” You asked in the most innocent voice you could muster as you slowly bat your eyelashes. Bucky gasped again, his eyes meeting yours. “God.” Bucky growled, rubbing his lip with his thumb. You smiled and crossed your arms, pushing your breasts up so they’d be more perky.

With a heavy sigh, Bucky walked over to your door and you thought he was about to leave, but instead he locked the doorknob. He faced the door for a moment, completely still and silent. All you could hear was both of your breathing. “Bucky?” You asked a soft voice, unfolding your arms. Bucky turned to you and started to unbuckle his belt.

Your eyes fell to his hands and he slid the belt out of his belt loops, dropping it to your floor. You gasped and looked up at Bucky. “I can’t wait.” Bucky said, walking over to you as he unbuttoned his jeans, pulling down the zipper. Your face burned red and your heart started racing in your chest. “I want you.” Bucky said, closing the distance between you two.

Bucky picked you up and wrapped your arms and legs around him, making you whimper. His hands held onto your thighs under your dress, the mixture between hot and cold making you all the more turned on. You looked at Bucky’s lips and bit yours. “So, Sergeant wants to fuck me now?” You asked innocently, looking into Bucky’s eyes.

He heavily sighed, leaning his forehead against yours. “Doll, you’re fucking killing me.” Bucky rasped, sitting down on your feet and you waited for his next move. “Bend over. You’ve been a naughty girl, Doll.” Bucky said, grabbing your arm and leaning you over his thighs. You gasped and moaned, feeling Bucky’s metal hand rub up the back of your thighs.

You wiggled in your spot and Bucky lifted your dress over your ass, the cool air giving you goosebumps. “Bucky.” You whined, wanting him to get on with it. “Ah ah, what do you call me?” Bucky questioned, his metal hand caressing your ass. You whimpered, digging your hands into his legs. “Sergeant.” You said quietly.

Bucky groaned deeply, his metal hand lifting up only to come down on your ass with a sharp slap. You squealed out, crossing your ankles. “Fu-uuck.” You moaned as your ass cheeks started to sting from the harsh contact. Bucky chuckled and rubbed the area he slapped. “Good Doll.” Bucky praised you, raising his hand again.

You took deep breaths after every slap Bucky gave you to your ass. Bucky was enjoying this just as much as you and you could feel your panties soaking. Bucky’s metal finger rubbed up and down your slit through your panties. “Mm, I want to taste you.” Bucky whispered, using his finger to move your panties to the side. “So pretty.” Bucky said, leaning down to swipe his tongue across your wet pussy.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you moaned, arching your back, your ribs poking against Bucky’s thighs. “I need you.” You whined, feeling  Bucky’s metal hand squeezing your ass. He moaned before helping you to your feet. The pain in your ass caused you to wobble and Bucky held you by your waist, keeping you steady.

Bucky looked into your eyes and you blushed, letting him sit you in his spot on the bed. Bucky got down on his knees in front of you and gripped your ankles. “What do you want, Doll?” Bucky asked, kissing your knee, his eyes on yours. Bucky’s hair framed his face and you let your hand rake through it. “I want your tongue, Sergeant.” You said quietly, seeing Bucky smirk.

Bucky spread your legs and brought your feet up to rest on the edge of the bed. You leaned back, supporting yourself on your hands. Bucky kissed along your inner thigh, his hand moving aside your panties. He looked at your pussy and you tried to close your legs, but Bucky stopped you. “I could die at how pretty it is, don’t hide it from me.” Bucky said lowly, leaning in to press a kiss to your pussy.

You gasped softly, watching Bucky’s tongue dart out to lick along your slit again. He used his flesh fingers to spread your lips open and he sucked on your clit. You moaned, gripping onto his hair. “O-oh my god.” You whimpered as Bucky started to feverishly make out with your pussy. Bucky’s tongue was wet and thick, flicking back and forth against your clit.

Your head was spinning and you moaned out rather loudly when you felt Bucky insert a metal finger into your pussy. Your orgasm was fast approaching and Bucky instantly pulled away with a wet pop and a smirk. “I want you to cum around me.” Bucky rasped, slipping off his jeans and his boxers.

Bucky ripped his shirt off and you smirked at how extra he was being. His muscles were to die for and you bit your lip as your eyes fell to his thick cock. He was leaking a little and you could tell he needed to release quick. You sat up to take off your dress but Bucky grabbed your hands. “Hell no. That’s staying on.” Bucky said, his eyebrows raised. You smiled as Bucky hovered above you.

You felt Bucky’s cock press against your opening and you rolled your hips, whining softly. “Sergeant, please.” You begged, your eyes meeting Bucky’s. He smirked and lifted your dress more, resting his metal hand on your lower abdomen. Bucky started to slide his tip inside of your pussy and you gasped, looking down to watch. Bucky growled and pushed his hips further, his thick cock slowly entering you.

A loud and rather long moan fell from your lips as Bucky finally filled you up. “Oh fuck, you’re so tight.” Bucky choked, his chest heaving up and down. You moaned again, wrapping your legs around his waist. Bucky started to move in and out of you, your breasts slightly bouncing in your sundress.

Bucky gasped as he rolled his hips into you, going all the way in and sitting there for a moment. “I’m so deep.” He groaned, feeling himself under his palm on your lower abdomen. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head for a split second as he pressed down. “Fuck!” You squealed as Bucky started to speed up.

Bucky slammed into you hard and fast, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. His metal hand came up to your dress collar, pulling it down so your breasts came out. “Holy fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” Bucky moaned, leaning down to capture one of your breasts in his mouth. You moaned, tugging on his hair, feeling his teeth gently graze against your hard nipple.

You leaned in to kiss Bucky’s neck, sinking your teeth into his skin. He groaned and you licked a stripe up to his ear. “You’re so thick, Sergeant. My pussy loves it so much.” You whimpered into his ear, causing Bucky’s hips to jerk. You smirked and Bucky growled, his metal hand squeezing your waist. “You’re gonna make me cum.” Bucky groaned out, his thighs slapping against yours.

You felt Bucky’s thrusts become even faster and you couldn’t hold back anymore. Bucky yelled out a string of curse words as he felt you clench around him. “Doll, you’re close.” He growled, moving his metal hand to your throat. You gasped and held onto his wrist, looking up at his face. It was contorted with pleasure and your eyebrows creased together. “Bucky, I’m-” He nodded quickly. “M-me too.” He choked on a moan, his cock twitching inside of you.

You gasped as you felt him hit your g-spot again and you practically screamed his name, your back arching off the bed as you started to cum around Bucky’s cock. He yelled out, his voice clouding your mind as his hand tightened around your throat. “Y/N! Fuck, yes! Such a good Doll.” Bucky moaned, his hips slamming into yours desperately as he shot his load into you.

A weak moan escaped your lips and Bucky’s thrusts slowed, his sweaty forehead leaning against yours. Bucky’s hands moved to your waist and he slipped out, breathing heavily. You sighed out, a smile forming on your lips. “That was so great.” You said, catching your breath. Bucky hummed in response and pulled you into his body.

Bucky kissed your lips and you smiled, resting your hand on his cheek. “Think we were loud enough?” You asked with a giggle. Bucky laughed along with you and kissed you again. “If nobody knew about us, they definitely do now.” Bucky said, causing you to gasp. You quickly sat up, your eyes wide. Bucky sat up with you, looking at you with worry. “What?” He asked quietly.

“My dad.”

Note: I HOPE THIS DOESN’T SUCK??? feedback is welcome! .c

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Shower Fun

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

Imagine: It’s Elena’s birthday and Damon is insanely mad with you because you are running late. You try to rush things up, but your boyfriend Klaus shows up. Let’s just say things get steamy. 

*Requested smut, read carefully. :) 

Word Count: 1784

Y/N, we scheduled this so many times and you’re still late.

“Don’t worry, sweetpie, I’ll be there. I just need to take a shower. I’m sure Elena will get if I’m little bit late.”

“You have exactly thirty minutes to be here.”

“That’s more than enough.”

Be here!

“Bye, Damon!”

It was Elena’s eighteen birthday and everyone was buzzing about it, since Damon had been working very hard to throw her a surprise party. Of course you loved helping him organize everything, but, heck, sometimes he was so freaking annoying you thought about murdering him in a very slow pace, so he would suffer more. Like today, you spent the whole afternoon alongside Caroline and Bonnie trying to find a great dress for Elena to wear tonight, as the vampire asked, and he calls you to tell you are late. “Well, guess why I’m late, sucker”, you thought, letting out a huff.

You took a deep breath and went upstairs, back to your bedroom. You left the pair of bags you brought from your shopping by the door and started undressing, very swiftly and leaving a small mess to deal with later. You went to your closet, picking up Elena’s gift and your ravishing blue dress. As you placed them in the bed, you thought if you were not already taken, God, you would make a mess in that baby. You chuckled and bit your lower lip, remembering the last time you had seen your boyfriend. The way he touched your body and kissed your lips. One of these days that man would drive you completely insane.

“Missing me, love?” A deep voice said, making you jump out of fear.

“Klaus! Can’t you knock?”

“Well, I didn’t think I needed.”

“Of course you have to. I could be…”

“If you’re going to say naked, don’t forget you already are.” He smirked and you rolled your eyes. “Aren’t you going to give me hug? And a few kisses too?”

You smiled, rushing to his arms and enjoying the kind of warmth only his hugs could provide.  His arms wrapped your body and squeezed you against his chest, which made you sigh, closing your eyes, and feel overwhelmigly satisfied by his presence.

About six months ago, you and Klaus Mikaelson began dating. The first couple of months, both of you thought it would be best if nobody knew. Especially because he had just tried to kill Elena and murdered Jenna. You were perfectly aware you should hate him for every single bad thing he had done, but you could not help it. The Original Hybrid had stolen your heart for good.

Eventually, your friends found out about your relationship. It was brutal, for they did not want to accept the fact you were in love with their enemy. Damon thought you were compelled, so Klaus could use you as leverage, and he convinced the others to lock you up. Just to buy enough time for Bonnie to find a spell that could release you from the compulsion. Obviously nothing worked, for you were not under any kind of magic. You just loved him.

“Where have you been all this time?”

“Taking care of some things. Don’t worry about that. Now, are you trying to tease me?”

“Why?” Suddenly you noticed your lack of clothes and blushed. “Oh!”

“You don’t have to be shy, love, I told you I love your body by all means.”

“Klaus…”

He slowly touched your form, making your skin burn at any place his hands reached. You gasped and put your own hands on his shoulders, pushing him off a little.

“I, um, we can’t do that now, Nik.”

“Why not?” He questioned, nuzzling on your neck.

A small moan escaped your lips and you mentally cursed yourself.

“I have to go to Elena’s birthday party.”

“Can’t you be just a little bit late?” His hot breath on your neck made you bit your lip several times, as a way to hold the sounds that insisted to come out.

“Only if I want Damon to rip my heart out.” He stood straight and looked at me, frowning. “It’s just an expression, Nik, he’s not going to literally rip my heart out.”

“Only if he wanted me to kill him so slowly he would beg for his death.”

“Oh God, you’re so sexy when you’re playing tough.” You chuckled. “I have to hit the shower now, darling. I’ll be right back.”

You pecked his lips and went off to the bathroom. The sight of the cosy bathtub made you let out a frustrated grunt, for you did not have time to enjoy an actual bath. Shaking your head, you put your hair up, so it would not get wet. Finally, you started the showering process. The water was so deliciously hot, you saw yourself almost numb out of relaxation.

“You look so good in there, love.” You smirked and glanced over him, rubbing your body with a sponge.

“Yeah?”

“Of course.” Klaus walked slowly towards the glass made doors. “Although it gets me wishing you needed my help.”

“I believe I do. I mean, you can rub my back, right?”

He nodded and you opened one of the doors pulling him in for a kiss. Klaus let out a genuine laugh, after he saw how wet his clothes got. The Hybrid striped, quickly, and soon enough he joined you. His large hands firmly placed on your hips, squeezing strongly and making you moan instantaneously. He cornered you against the fogged up glass and made his way to your neck, kissing the delicate skin, his tongue swirling around and playing with your sensations.

“Oh, Klaus!”

“I love when you call me in that tone.” The Mikaelson stated, speaking against your skin. “Can you scream my name, babe?”

“Only if you make me.”

“I’d be delighted to.”

Klaus cupped your breasts, using his thumbs to stroke your nipples. A small gasp crawled out your lips. He smiled and kept descending, his hands slowly massaging your waist, hips, until he finally got down on his knees, finding a throbbing core which desperately needed a touch. If you were wearing any panties, they would be soaked by now. That man knew exactly what to do to get you wet.

“Please, Nik.” You hissed, feeling your breath become more and more irregular.

His blue eyes looked up, finding yours. You could see the mischief within. Klaus always had a way on making you crazy, this would not be the first time. His hands squeezed the inside of your thighs and you involuntarily gulped.

“What do you want me to do, love?”

“I want you to eat me out.”

“How badly do you want me to?”

“I’m dripping, so I’d have to say pretty badly.”

Klaus chuckled and placed a single kiss in your pulsating clit, which sent shivers down your spine. You moaned, thrusting your hips against his face, claiming for more. It did not take long for him to be kitten licking your vibrating core. You arched your back, feeling his tongue against the soft skin and groaning out loud.

“Fuck!”

“I want to hear my name, love.”

“Come on, Nik, don’t stop!”

Klaus stood up and kiss your lips softly. His hand, though, kept working on your swollen nub, circling small figure eights on it. You sighed against his plump lips and he took that as a sign he could move forward.

“Shit.” You wrapped your arms on his shoulders, as he lifted one of your legs, teasing your entrance with his cock. “Klaus, don’t do this to me, just…”

The hybrid did not allow you to finish the sentence, giving you a sharp thrust. Your walls clenched around him and he grunted, tightening the grip on your thigh. The pleasure he provided was immeasurable. You gasped, screwing your eyes shut.

“Oh, my… Klaus!”

“That’s it, Y/N, cum for me.” His voice was merely a hiss.

The only sound that could be heard at the bathroom was skin clapping skin. You desperately tried to breath, though only a couple of strangled moans came out. Luckily enough Klaus was holding you, otherwise you would fall off on the floor.

“Shit, I’m so close.” You whispered.

Klaus sunk his head onto your neck, giving you sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. His thrusts so fast and hard on you that you were sure the next morning you would be sore. It felt so good, though. You stuck your fingers on his curls, pulling it a little and feeling the tension building up on your stomach. Somehow the original managed to find a sweet spot inside of you, it barely touched, but it was more than enough to send you over the edge. Your toes curled up and dug your nails into his shoulders.

“Oh, God, Klaus!” You yelled, seeing some colourful dots on your sight. The pleasure fulfilling you completely.

His thrusts became more sloppy and you knew he was close too. As you slowly came down from your orgasm, you clenched your walls even more harder around his length.

“Damn it, Y/N!” Klaus grunted. “I’m going to cum.”

“Inside my pretty pussy?” You teased and he growled, nodding.

“Yes, right inside your pretty pussy.”

You felt his grip around your waist and thigh increase, realising, also by his moan, he had had his orgasm as well. When Klaus’ breathing came back to normal, he kissed you and giggled.

“I guess you will be late after all.”

“I don’t care, it was worth it.” He let go of your leg and you felt like you had no strength to stand up by yourself.

“Well, obviously you still need my help.” He laughed. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, my legs are just a little bit weak. I’ll be fine.”

“I think a fucked you too hard.”

“You did, actually. But I liked, so don’t worry about it.” Klaus nodded, smirking.

He turn off the water and came back to pick you up, bridal style.

“Oh, look, my hair is ruined! I’ll have to fix this and Damon will kill me for being awfully late!”

“Do you want me to take care of that?”

“Nah, just give me my phone and I’ll face the beast myself.”

As Klaus placed you gently on the bed, throwing a fluffy towel later, and going off to find your phone, you could not be more thrilled to be with him. Unlike what everyone said about him, he was, without a doubt, a complete gentleman. Also a caring and lovable person. You just had to go through his shell, to get to know the real Niklaus Mikaelson. Among other reasons, heck, you could not help but be in love with him.

The Only Exception (Part 7)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,190 (sorry)

Warnings: language, mentions of injury, mentions of trauma, some confrontations, Sam being precious, reader self-reflection, mentions of threats, creepy emails

A/N: Guess who’s back…back again…Reader decides to take control of her life and do what she thinks is best. I really liked this part. That’s probably why I went a little crazy.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

Originally posted by a-small-independent-princess

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Deception is Key

To @clouds-crying-rain. Sorry it took too long, (shit happened) :D

based on this lovely prompt. 

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“Don’t you get it, Shiro?” Lance gripped the small screw in his hand, the pain giving him the focus he badly needed. “We don’t have a chance against the Galra. They outnumber us by millions. D’you think we can fight every fight, win every battle without any permanent casualties?”

“Don’t say that, Lance. I know you don’t believe that. Voltron is strong, we are strong as long as we work together as a team, we can defeat them.” Shiro took a step forward but the Galran soldier held him back. “Please Lance, don’t go.” Shiro pleaded, his voice so vulnerable that Lance almost turned and wrap Shiro in his arms…

Almost.

Lance saw the glint in Lotor’s eyes. Lotor was Zarkon’s only heir, tasked to rule over his father’s empire and to bring an end to Voltron. His attempts were always a failure that it was almost funny. But after a few skirmishes here and there, Prince Lotor has learned Voltron’s strengths and weaknesses, so much so that he was able to execute a flawless plan that led them here. 

“And what if I stay?” Lance turned to show Shiro a mockingly sweet smile. “What will I come back to?” In order to make this convincing, Lance needed to cut deep and true. He needed to open the floodgates and drown.  

“A team who treats me like shit? That no matter what I do, I will never ever be enough? Because if that’s it, then I’d rather sell my soul to the devil that is the Galra than to be reminded every single fucking day that I am a worthless, good for nothing Paladin who’s just a waste of space.” Lance was doing damage, he was still wearing his helmet and the comms were live. He knew that, but once the floodgates that was his emotional control crumble, be ready to drown; survivors be damned. “You think I don’t hear the whispers and mutters of each of these people who have the balls to call me their friend? ‘Lance messed up again.’ ‘Guess who couldn’t keep it in their pants?’ ‘Why me? He’ll just mess up one way or another.’ Guess what fuckers, I heard all of that.” Lance felt his eyes burn, but not with tears this time.

“So tell me, Shiro, what good will come out with me coming back to those bastards, huh? And don’t say that the team will change or any of your leader bullshit because I know, based from experience, that people don’t change that easily. Hell, they’ll probably play nice because I’m a fucking time bomb. They’ll say sweet things because they know that if they mess up, I’ll do this again. I can practically hear Pidge saying it right now.” This is good. Lance didn’t want to let Shiro talk because he knew that his facade will crumble if he did. 

“Please. If not the team, then me. Come back to me, Lance. I-I’ll be good to you, I promise. Lance, please. I-I love you, Lance. Don’t go please. I can’t lose you.” Shiro’s voice was watery and thin, that even in this distance, Lance can see the tears that glisten on his eyes.

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Can’t Go Back

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

This is for ma hoe @wayward-mirage​​​​ Rat Pack Challenge. I got the song ‘You’ll Never Know’-Frank Sinatra.

Characters: Y/n, Dean, Sam

Pairing: Dean x Y/n(GENDER NEUTRAL)

Warnings: Angst, argument, abandoned reader, regret, self hate. Just all angst.

Word Count: 1860

Summary: Dean finds himself back where he should be, but Y/n isn’t with him.

A/N: Ok, so some angst cos…this song just gave me a load of angst. I’m hoping it’s really angsty. I have no idea. Either way, hope u like it!!

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“No. No. NO!”

Dean frantically scratched at the floor, the doorway, anything he could get to so he could get back to you.

He turned back to Sam, eyes pouring with tears, not caring who saw him.

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?”

Sam swallowed hard, his heart pounding as the rage poured out of Dean.

“I…I did what I had to”, he stuttered, knowing Dean wasn’t going to accept this. Not with you still there.

“You…yo-you…”

Dean choked on his words, his vision completely blurred as he felt his heart break.

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I’ll Be There

Steve x Reader

Shout out to the wonderful, amazing and so, so patient @frickin-bats who has had to wait months and months and months for this request and never once complained about having to do so. I am so very sorry you had such a long wait darling all I can do is apologise and hope that this makes up for the wait you had to put in to finally see it- So much love Lana xx

Request: Hi! I saw you were taking request and I was wondering if you could please write one where Steve and a heavily pregnant reader are both avengers and one day Steve gets seriously hurt on a mission and the stress causes the reader to go into labor so the team is there for her? Lot of fluff/angst and maybe a happy ending? Thanks soooo much! 😊

Warnings: A hard labour, that results in reader being under severe stress and needing surgery.

Words: c, 2,100


Steve was rushing around the room packing the last few items in his mission bag and you followed him slowly, hand on your bump, trying to make him slow down.

“Please Steve I’m begging you, sit this one out!”

“Y/n, you know I can’t,” he sighed repeating himself for over the hundredth time, “It has to be me that goes. Besides, Bucky is going to be right here with you and I’ll be home before you even know it.”

A knock on the door signified that Bucky had arrived and when you opened the door, you smiled widely noting that he brought with him all the treats you loved to eat.

Whereas Steve preferred to eat a healthy diet, Bucky was your junkfood friend and his sweet tooth had been one of the things you had first bonded over. You had introduced him to so many sweet things and it had sort of become ‘your thing’ to and try out new treats and desserts with Bucky.

Even if they weren’t new for you, even if you’d eaten them a thousand times you would go with him because it made him excited and back in the early days you would have went to the moon with him if it made him happy.

He placed his collection of treats on the coffee table and came over to stand beside you where you were watching Steve pack his things.

“How is nugget today?” he asked reaching out to rub at your swollen stomach, and smiling when he felt a kick, “She knows her favourite uncle is here,” he smiled and Steve was smart because calling Bucky and having him here was already doing wonders for your nerves. Even if you still wished that Steve didn’t have to go do the Captain-America thing tonight.

“I’ll call you when I’m on the way home,” he told you kissing you on the forehead, and you pulled him in for a tight hug.

“Look after my girls,” Steve told Bucky in mock warning and Bucky patted him on the back, he didn’t need to be asked, he would lay down his life for you and Steve knew it, as they hugged quickly Nat appeared at the door and Steve was on his way.


You were halfway through the Prisoner of Azkaban, you and Bucky had decided to have a Harry Potter marathon, when Bucky’s phone rang and you paused the movie for him to answer.

His eyes went wide and he rose from the couch.

“How serious?” he asked in a hushed tone, trying not to panic you, but he knew it was too late as the panic appeared on your face, and he knew he couldn’t mask the terror on his own.

Steve was hurt, and badly and now he was asking to speak to you ‘just in case’ as he’d put it, before he passed you the phone he asked you to try and keep calm, and you nodded as you pressed your ear to the phone.

“Y/n?” it was Steve his breathing was coming out ragged and your heart stopped in your chest.

“Y/n I’ve been injured, back up is on the way and I’m going to be fine,” he paused as he took another ragged breath “I’m not leaving you and our child, I made you a promise and I fully intend to keep it, but sometimes my promises don’t work out quite the way I wanted them to so let me tell you, you are the love of my life, I never thought I could love anyone the way I love you, and you are going to be a fantastic mother to our little girl.”

You were openly crying now and he tried to shush you, “Hold on for us Steve please, we need you. I can’t do this on my own.”

“Listen to me, I’ll come back to you. To both of you. I’ll be there!”

“I love you,” you told him honestly and listened to him repeat the words back to you, as the line went dead you shot up from the couch and Bucky pulled you to him as you sobbed your heart out not even able to formulate a sentence.

Bucky fetched you a glass of water as you were beginning to hyperventilate and you downed it gratefully.

“Listen to me,” he said getting on his hunkers and brushing his fingers through your hair, “I know Steve, better than I ever knew anybody else and he’s strong and stubborn but more than anything he loves you and there’s no way in hell he’s going to leave you. Do you hear me?”

You nodded and placed a hand over your bump, trying to will yourself to calm down, Bucky rose and took his phone out to make a call, trying to find out any information he could.


You could hear Bucky pacing back and forth outside the hall and you tried to focus on the sounds of his steps, tried to focus your energy on breathing quick shallow breaths. A huge cramp took you over and you cried out in pain, attempting to stand up to ease the pain and feeling horrified when you noticed your waters had broken.

“Not now. Please not now,” you cried out, clutching your stomach and silently willing your little girl to stay put!

You called out for Bucky and he stuck his head around the door worriedly and damn near dropped his phone when he saw the situation in front of him.


“Bucky, I’m not ready. I’m not ready!”

“Shh,” he tried to sooth you as he ran into the room to fetch your delivery bag, and gently guide you out the door.

He buckled you into the car and drove like a madman to the hospital, calling Tony and freaking out over the phone with him, and having Tony try his best to sooth Bucky would have made you smile on a good day, but you were in a mixed state of shock and pain right now and the only voice you wanted to hear was Steve’s telling you that everything was going to be alright.

You called his phone only for it to ring out and his voicemail played. You called it another four times just to hear his voice.

You barely registered the tears falling down your cheek as Bucky led you inside the hospital and you watched the bright lights flashing overhead as you were wheeled down to the delivery room.

Bucky stayed by your side, holding your hand through each painful round of contractions and soon Tony arrived, promising to do everything he could to bring Steve and Nat home.

Machines beeping caused you to lock eyes with Bucky, and soon doctors were flooding into your room, you called out to him, repeating his name as they began to wheel you to surgery, his panicked expression and him struggling against doctors trying to hold him back  the last thing you saw before you rounded the corner.


The feeling of someone stroking your hair gently pulled you from the depths of slumber, and you opened your eyes. Once. Twice. Three times before they would stay open and Bucky’s blue eyes were the first thing you saw.

“Where is she?” you cried weakly and he smiled gently with tears in his eyes.

“She’s right here, she’s beautiful y/n. She looks just like her mommy.”

You sighed in relief as tears sprung to your eyes and you attempted to sit up, Bucky sprang into action, helping you up and placing your daughter in your arms.

“She’s so beautiful,” you cried kissing her forehead and stroking her tiny hands.

Bucky kissed your forehead, “You scared the hell out of me, I thought I had lost you too.”

Too?

“Steve?” you cried out again, the heart machine beeping with the increase of your heartbeat.

“No word yet,” Bucky said sadly, “Tony is gone to their last point of coordination, he promised to let me know as soon as he knew anything.”

You cradled your little girl to you as your door opened and you looked up to see the concerned faces of all your team as they flooded around your bed.

Wanda climbed carefully onto the bed beside you and cooed over your little girl while Sam pulled Bucky into a long hug that spoke volumes, you watched the slump of Bucky’s shoulders and you couldn’t imagine what the last few hours had been like for him.

Scott and Clint, took it in turns of suggesting names that she looked like when it was their turn to hold her and you couldn’t help but smile when both of them agreed on Peach.

“We are not calling our daughter Peach,” a tired and exhausted voice interrupted from the doorway and you almost ripped the needles out of your arms to get to him.

“Careful y/n. Careful,” Wanda urged as he finally came into view. Battered, bruised and broken, but alive.  

You were crying before he even made it into your arms and he was crying too, you sensed the emptying of your room as your team retreated into the hall to give you guys a moment.

You couldn’t even coherently communicate sentences but you knew exactly what the other meant, and when he kissed you it was like everything was right in the world again. You had been utterly lost without him, but now you felt settled again.

When he finally pulled away, Bucky stepped forward with your little girl and placed her gently into Steve’s arms and Steve actively wept holding the tiny bundle in his arms.

Bucky gently went to leave the room, before you called out his name.

“Don’t go,” you asked but it sounded more like pleading.

“This is a family moment,” he answered gently.

“You are family Buck,” you insisted and urged him to come back over, which he did shyly and with an expression you couldn’t quite read.

“I don’t know what I would have done without you today,” you told him honestly.

“You’re my family too,” he confessed quietly and Steve sniffed loudly, this moment being momentous to him.

“God, we hadn’t even settled on a name,” Steve chuckled as his little girl wrapped her hands around his finger.

You smiled up at him and it was almost like he could read your mind.

“Why don’t we ask her godfather for some suggestions?” you smiled at Steve and he smiled at Bucky.

“Me?” he shrieked “I couldn’t possibly!”

Both you and Steve fixed him with the same stare and he smiled gently.

“Ella?” he suggested shyly.

Steve moved towards you and ducked down so you could both look at her.

“What do you think mama? Does she look like an Ella to you?”

You nodded through tears as you stroked her tiny pink cheek and Steve kissed you on the forehead.

“Hello baby Ella,” he cooed and you pulled her tiny hand to your mouth to press a gentle kiss to it.

Bucky shifted on the end of your bed and you regarded him as he wiped gently at the corners of his eyes, and then the moment was interrupted by Nat storming into the room to pull you into the firmest hug you had ever been in in your life and you couldn’t help but laugh as she almost swiped Ella from Steve.

“Hi baby,” she whispered pressing a kiss to her tiny face and climbing onto the bed beside you.

“Don’t ever scare your aunty Nat like that again,” she whispered to your tiny little girl.

“You mean godmother,” Steve corrected and she whipped her head up to look between both of you.

“As if there was any other option,” you joked “You are the best godmother she could ever have.”

She smiled genuinely, and turned her attention back to Ella, “You are forbidden to date until you are at least 25,” she warned and you laughed loudly, causing everyone to look at you.

“With Steve as her father, and you and Bucky as godparents the poor girl is not going to be able to date anybody.”

“Ah you’re forgetting something,” Tony’s voice interrupted as your team mates began to pour back into the room. “There is a whole line of us that guys have to get through before they even make it to the Bucky and Nat stage.”

You smiled back up at him and couldn’t help but be excited for what the future meant for you and your over-sized dysfunctional family.

You reached out for Steve’s hand and smiled when he clasped yours in his much larger one, eternally grateful that he kept his promise to you. He was here and that was all that mattered. 


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My Impression Of You

A/N: So, this is my first attempt to write a Riverdale one-shot! I was inspired to write this after I listened to some music and I hope you’ll like it! Archie’s personality is something I wonder about a lot while watching Riverdale and I explore that here. Please let me know what you think about it and if you’d like to read more! xo

Plot: Your perfectly normal day gets disturbed by Archie Andrews, one of the popular kids you usually only observe from a distance. Suddenly, though, you have one of the deepest conversations of your life and maybe have to revise your opinion about him.

Originally posted by archic-andrews

It was a usual Friday afternoon when Archie Andrews decided to disturb your life. A wonderfully normal day in Riverdale like every other day, at least before Jason Blossom was murdered. You kept to yourself throughout the morning periods, as usually, ate your lunch in the sun under the big oak tree and pretty much spent the whole day thinking about how you could improve the stage design for the newest play the little drama group at your school was planning. That was your thing. Making props, painting them, working on them in peace and alone. That was what you loved most.

Only that Friday afternoon it didn’t go down like that. You sat down to continue painting the majestic tree that would be at the centre of the stage in act three, biting your lower lip, frowning and placing brush marks here and there in highest concentration. Forgetting pretty much everything around you or just blending it out because it didn’t matter in that moment. That’s why he caught you off guard when he cleared his throat to get your attention.

You twitched and turned around, staring at Archie Andrews standing there with a curious expression, grasping the strap of his backpack and wearing that blue and yellow football jacket that you never really liked. You just never got why they felt the need to wear them 24/7. Maybe to show their status, which didn’t make them appear any more sympathetic in your eyes.

“Ehm…did you lose your way?”, you asked him because nobody ever came into that room. Especially no popular kid. Never.

Archie raised his eyebrows in surprise and hurried to answer. “Oh, no, I was searching for the props department. That’s right here, isn’t it?”

“Yeah…what do you need?” You were absolutely aware of the fact that you sounded a little hostile but you couldn’t help yourself. Archie had never talked to you before. You doubted that he had even noticed you before. You only knew his voice from scraps of conversation you took up when you passed him in the hallway or, more currently, from when he was singing. He was one of the people who never really hurt others, or at least don’t attempt to do so, but also rest themselves in their social status without looking at those who surround them. At least that’s what you thought.

“Well, I thought I could do this as an extracurricular activity”, he explained, still without moving an inch. It was obvious that your reaction scared him away a little.

“But you’re in the football team”, you stated irritated.

“Yeah. So?”

“So why would you want to join the prop department? Which, by the way, consists of only me.”

“I kinda need the extra credit”, he finally admitted and you sighed to yourself. Of course. That was so typical. They thought painting cardboards was an easy way to gain credits. You actually would’ve been surprised if he had had any passion for this. Well, you didn’t really want to get upset about it because they usually never came back for a second time, so why bother?

“Alright. You can paint this tree over there, I already draw the lines and we can put it somewhere in the background. Just don’t screw up too badly”, you advised him, pointing at a prop in the corner of the room and returning to your own work. He shot you another amazed look before he pulled a chair to the cardboard, placed his backpack next to the door and sat down to start painting.

For a while you worked in silence and you tried to ignore that Archie was there, which was nearly impossible because whatever you could say about him, he definitely had some emission. While you were a person that could easily disappear in a crowd, he wasn’t. Maybe because of the red hair.

“Why are you the only one working on this?”, he asked you at some point without looking at you. It didn’t seem like the mere attempt to do smalltalk but like he was honestly interested in the answer, so you gave it.

“Because nobody gives a damn about theatre in this school”, you said, unable to hide the bitter tone in your voice. “It’s all about music. All about the Pussycats. Or people like you. And no offense, music is a form of art too, it deserves attention! But it’s really annoying that it gets so much of it and drama absolutely none.”

“Well…I don’t think it gets none…”, he mumbled with a frown.

“Really? Have you seen one play since you go to this Highschool?”, you stopped him right there, watching closely while he thought about it. Him pressing his lips together and not giving an answer was answer enough.

“Thought so. Like I said. It’s all about football, the Vixens and music.”

“And you don’t like any of that”, he mused. By now he totally forgot about painting the tree and was simply watching you closely, maybe trying to figure out where all the weirdness and bitterness came from. You were not a victim of bullying or in any way ugly. You just didn’t like those Higschool power games.

You pushed out a little laugh at his statement and shot him an amused look, meeting his warm brown eyes for the first time. “No. That’s not the point. I do like watching football games like every other person. I do like listening to the Pussycats, although it’s not necessarily my type of music. I just…I just don’t like the whole thing surrounding it, you know? All these people enjoying their popularity and the attention others, and with that I mean normal students like me, give them and not even minding to get to know our names. Like we aren’t part of the same school.”

It was confusing that he made you open up like that but it also felt good to get it off your chest. Although it probably wasn’t fair that he was the one receiving all your anger because he really wasn’t the worst of the lot by far.

Archie now looked at you with raised eyebrows. For the first time since he entered the room, a little smile played around his lips. It changed his face very positively.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N”, he suddenly said triumphantly.

You blinked at him, honestly astounded. “What?”

“Y/N. That’s your name. We have been in the same school since first grade, why wouldn’t I know your name?”

His smile widened a bit at your expression and you quickly hid behind your tree, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Although you really were surprised. You hadn’t expected that. Your paths never crossed and you never had the feeling like Archie was particularly aware of your existence.

“Okay, I’ll grant you that. Doesn’t change the bigger picture, though”, you grumbled.

He was silent for another moment and you already thought that you won and finally hushed him when he suddenly asked: “You don’t like me much, do you?” Still the question didn’t sound like he was upset or mad about your behaviour but simply curious.

You sighed once again and rolled your chair aside so you fully faced him. He was returning your gaze attentively, as if you were a particularly interesting object in a museum. You almost blushed but you were able to keep your cool and stare at him as patronizing as possible.

“Look, Archie, it’s not like that. I don’t even really know you. I simply don’t like the fact that everybody thinks people like you are perfect.”

“I’m not perfect”, he shot back automatically.

“Oh, I know.”

You realized too late that that was really offensive. You felt the heat creeping into your cheeks as his mouth dropped open and Archie looked hurt for a moment. He squinted his eyes and ran his fingers through his red hair, probably contemplating how he was supposed to react.

“What do you mean with that?”, he asked you in the end, sounding more careful and restrained than before.

You gulped down your embarrassment and searched for words that could explain what you actually meant.

“Well…I can only tell you what I observed from a distance. But in my opinion you are always really trying to do the right thing and often screw up. There is that thing with Betty. I mean, everybody in this school knows what’s been going on there and she is an absolute sweetheart but you kinda let her down the worst way possible. I am not saying that you don’t like her or respect her but you could’ve done that way more sensible. Especially since you obviously returned from this summer less boyish, whatever the reason for that is.”

Archie listened to you patiently, not interrupting you or getting angry at you which might have been a reasonable reaction to the accusations of a person that he had nothing to do with. It seemed more like he wanted to hear it, like he wondered a lot about himself but needed someone else to deliver conclusions and solutions. You felt your respect for him growing a bit because not many people were able to accept criticism like him.

“I know that I hurt Betty and I really regret that, but I didn’t do it on purpose”, he defended himself in the end, his eyes mirroring the pain he obviously felt about it.

You gave him a little understanding smile. “Of course not. Honestly, Archie, I think your problem is your insecurity. Betty was in a bad place the last few weeks, probably because of her sister or something, I’m not sure, and I gotta say that I was surprised when you weren’t really there for her. I guess you were so indulged in your music and in your fears of not being good enough in what you do. You just don’t believe enough in yourself, which is absurd regarding that everyone around you supports you. You always need people helping you, telling you that you have talent and then you engage in those far too quickly. And with that I mean Victoria and Valerie. Instead of letting them build your confidence, maybe you should learn to build it up on your own.”

You were a little bit confused yourself why you knew so much about him, so you couldn’t judge him for being even more irritated. You both totally forgot why you were here and simply sat in that room and looked at each other while Archie was processing what you just said. If he decided to simply run away now you would’ve understood. But he didn’t.

“Fair enough. I guess I have to think about it. There is one thing I don’t get, though: you seem to be interested in what’s happening around you, in the people that surround you. You even said that Betty is an absolute sweetheart, but you never returned her attempts to make conversation. So why don’t you mingle more and at least try to share your passion with others?”, he investigated, now sitting on the edge of his chair, his body tensed as if he found this dialogue quite fascinating.

It was the first time that you were on the defensive side and you immediately felt uneasy when he spoke about your persona. You were a lot better at reflecting others than yourself. You bit your lower lip and instead of keeping to look at him, your gaze returned to your half-finished tree. That made answering a little bit easier.

“Well, I guess I have to think about it.”

You missed the smirk that appeared on Archie’s face as you repeated his retort. He watched you for some time while you started to paint again, caught up in his own thoughts that you produced with your words. He didn’t have such an intense conversation for a very long time.

As the bell rang, both of you almost jumped. Man, that hour passed quickly. You were almost sorry when Archie got up from his chair and threw his backpack over his shoulder. And you were annoyed at yourself for that. But this exchange of words was the most interesting and intimate thing that happened to you in quite some time.

“This definitely turned out different than I thought but it was entertaining. I’ll see you next week”, he told you, grinning at you before he left the room. Although he didn’t look mad you were pretty sure that he wouldn’t return for another session. Little did you know that you awoke Archie’s curiosity. And little did you realize how much he awoke yours.


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It’s an experiment in limitations, unofficially titled how drunk is too drunk for a person who doesn’t do the drunk thing. The mistake had been in thinking that a few extra drinks would do nothing more than loosen a few of Neil’s strings. Andrew had forgotten to consider the unfortunate side effect, that alcohol amplifies natural tendencies, and so as soon as Neil hits one too many, he takes the opportunity to thoroughly roast all of his teammates (with the exception of Andrew, who spends the evening braced for it anyway).

The non-monsters plus Nicky (and baby Foxes, whose existence Andrew ignores on principal) only egg him on, while Neil remains oblivious to the fact that they’re exceedingly entertained and not mortally wounded, like he intends. It’s a mess that Andrew watches silently from the kitchen, carefully nursing his own drink, while making sure Neil doesn’t do or say anything irreversibly stupid, or there would be additional messes for Andrew to clean in the morning.

It’s all well and good, fun and games, no one quite loses an eye, but Neil trips over a chair leg on his merry way to assault Kevin and goes sprawling on the carpet instead, amid a laughing (but concerned) chorus of fellow drunkards.

“Ow.”

Baby.

Neil rolls onto his back and claps a hand to his forehead, even though it was not his head that he hit, but most everything else.

Relinquishing the stormy hold he has on the empty kitchen, Andrew crosses the living room to loom over Neil, unimpressed and ignoring the triumphant cheers and disappointed groans as money exchanges hands behind them. (The game: how badly will Neil’s first drunken adventure end? Provide examples. Nicky whines, “Twenty bucks on Kevin bitch slapping him. So close. Damn chair. You rigged it, Allison, you put that there.” She did not.)

Neil looks up at him through his fingers and with unfocused eyes, but he smiles brilliantly. Andrew considers wiping it off of his face with his foot, but then Neil says, practically sings, “Andrew.”

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Hail Mary, Part VII

Premise: What if Jamie and Claire had 1) been more openly affectionate in those early days, and 2) not *had* to get married?

Part I  Part II  Part III Part IV Part V Part VI


Hail Mary: Part VII

“No, no, no, wait, hold—HOLD ON—” I wheezed, laughing so hard I could feel tears forming. “I WILL get this right, damn it!”

I could feel him shaking with laughter (his AND mine) his head bobbing like a cork on my lap. “Sixth time’ll do it, aye?” 

“FIFTH, you ginger arse!”

We were heaped on a pallet of old blankets and feather mattresses in a garrett alcove high in the castle eaves, the kind of place where odds and ends tended to get thrown and then forgotten; the kind of place two lovers could easily be forgotten, too.

Lovers. I still couldn’t believe it, any of it: the pain and aching of the weeks of silence between us; then that furious night in his room—the fury of his pain, the agony and release of my revelations, the exquisite joy of taking him into my arms and knowing all was well. This man, strong and kind, gentle and deadly in one, still loved me, and he wanted to spend his life with me. I ached now from happiness, from the unreasonable perfection of the life that I’d been granted; ached with happiness that there was now utter truth between us, nothing held back. Not even silliness.

“Alright, ALRIGHT, here goes.” I took a deep breath, my lips still quivering with laugher, and looked him in the eye, ticking off each word on my fingers. “JAMES….”

“Aye,” he grinned, blue eyes sparkling, “ye’ve got that one well down.”  

I stuck out my tongue at him before continuing intently. “James…ALEXANDER…” Here’s the tricky one. “M—Mmmmmm—?” I screwed up my face, raising my eyebrows as I said slowly, “Mmmm….acccK—?”

He grinned and gave the tiniest shake of his head

“—K-ALLLLLCOLM MACKENZIE FRASER!!” I finished in a slur of triumph.

“Well done, lass,” he laughed and turned on his side toward me, his cheek on my thigh. “Now ye ken who I am, we can be marrit!”

I did know who he was, no matter what name he went by. And if I’d been a little hazy on trivial details before, we had spent the last hour learning each others’ histories and families. Still, it was certainly good to know the true name of my husband-to-be. I smoothed his cinnamon curls back from his face, reciting more softly. “James….Alexander… Malcolm….MacKenzie….Fraser.” He had his eyes closed, following my touch with small, contented hums. “It’s a beautiful name, Jamie.”

He smiled. “Common enough, but it’s served me well, thusfar.”

“Fraser,” I repeated. “Claire Fraser.”

He opened his eyes, such feeling and joy written there. “Now, that is a beautiful name.”

“I rather like it too. Though, you know, in my own time, some women are starting to keep their own last names after they marry.”

He blinked. “Is….If that’s what ye wish—”

“No, no,” I said quickly, squeezing his shoulder with a laugh. “I don’t. I want to share a name with you.”

He smiled, that sweet, sleepy, boyish smile. “Then I shall count it a gift. A gift from my beloved, who is, herself, the greatest gift of my life.”

Bloody charmer. And the remarkable thing was, he meant it. “Do you wish to know more about it?” 

“More about what, Sassenach?” 

“My time. Where I come from” 

He straightened a bit at that. “Aye, I do. What it’s like, what’s changed, what hasn’t.” 

“Anything you wish to know, Jamie, you have only to ask.” 

He nodded. “In time,” he said simply, stroking me gently. “I’m curious to learn from ye; but we’ve a lifetime for it, aye?” 

I bent down to kiss him. “Yes. Yes, we do.” 

We sat in silence for a long, peaceful time, the weight of him warm on my lap and legs. We did have a lifetime for talking, and yet so little time now. We’d had scarcely two hours alone, in fact, in the day and a half since I’d crept shamelessly into his chamber. My restriction to the castle walls and Jamie’s duties at the stables had left us with few opportunities to see one another without rousing suspicion, and that was paramount. We had to tread carefully until Jamie had the chance to speak with Colum, to give an explanation of how the apparent ice between us had transformed so swiftly into betrothal. No small task, that, and Colum had been detained in meetings with the visiting Grant delegation all of the previous day. 

And so, we’d been discreet: a stolen moment in an alcove, here; a shared glance across the great hall, there; Jamie’s lips on mine, his hands cupping my face as he bade me goodnight at my chamber door with a husky, “Goodnight, mo chridhe;” this blissful hour of solitude in lieu of the noon meal, an hour with Jamie (Murtagh standing sentinel at the end of the corridor, Lord bless him). Even a moment with Jamie was beautiful, like….like…Yes: like he was my first love—the passion, the sweetness; the inability to keep from grinning foolishly whenever I was with him. 

“Christ, this is NOT proper,” Jamie said suddenly, loosening his grip and making me just as unexpectedly aware that his arms had been around my waist, his hands gently cupping my arse, his face mere inches away from my nether parts.

“Proper-SHMOPPER,” I shrugged, bending down to kiss his temple. “And it’s fairly damn proper from my point of view, since you insist on keeping me an honest woman.” 

Because the ‘passion’ we’d shared in our hour together, despite my best efforts to have my way with my new fiancé, was all of the fully-clothed variety.

“Believe, you me, Sassenach, I want ye…” He sighed and his hands spasmed as though to grab onto something. “Want ye so badly I have to catch my breath from it, sometimes… ”

“If it’s what you wish, darling, so be it. It’s rather sweet, actually—Just as long as it’s not stemming from some fool notion about my virtue.” I gave him a wry grin. “I was married before, so I’m no more a blushing virgin than you are!”

“Aye, well….” He gave a sharp cough and shifted to sit upright against the opposite wall of our alcove. He had a strange expression on his face. 

I stretched and rested my back against my own wall, my legs parallel to his. I gently touched his foot. “What’s the matter, Jamie?”

“This is truly what ye want, Sassenach, aye? To be wed to me?”

“Yes,” I said at once, squeezing his leg. “You’re what I want.“ I ran back through my words for an explanation. “And I’m sorry I alluded to Frank, I just—”

He shook his head. “Dinna ever apologize for that. It’s part of ye.” 

But it was clear enough that mention of it had brought a shadow over his heart. 

“I love you.” I tried to meet his lowered gaze. Did he still doubt. “Do you believe me?

“Aye,” he said at once, giving a genuine but troubled smile. “There is a truth and a trust between us now. I believe it. And I love you too, mo nighean donn. It’s only…” 

I supposed if he could believe I came from the future, he could believe what he’d so vividly felt between us on the road. Still… “What’s troubling you, Jamie?” 

“I just wish to say that I’m sorry, about Frank. That ye couldna—that the way back to him was barred.”

I wanted to make it into a joke, but couldn’t. “I can’t see why you should be sorry, to be perfectly honest.”

“Frank wasna cruel to ye, aye? He was—is a good man?”

“Yes. A very good man.”

“And ye loved him.”

“I did. I—do, still—in—in a way—”

“Aye, I suppose ye must. And that’s why I’m sorry, in a way, because it’s still a loss for ye, one that ye must bear.” 

I nodded, a lump in my throat. He was right: no matter how quickly or wholeheartedly I’d decided to come back to Jamie, Frank would always haunt me, in some way. I hoped he could start over—that I wouldn’t haunt him

“If ye find ye ever—need to talk about him,” Jamie was saying, his brows furrowed so sweetly in concern, “dinna hesitate, aye?”

“That’s very gallant of you,” I laughed, a little hoarsely as I swallowed. 

“Well,” he laughed, gleaming with that lively energy I adored so greatly, “mind, ‘tis easy for me be magnanimous, seeing as how the man willna be born for two hundred years.” He sighed and looked me in the eye. “But suffice it to say, for the love between you and me, I couldna go further wi’out saying that I understand this is all verra complicated. I wish us to be…partners, to share our hearts wi’ one another, as my parents did. So, just know that whatever it is ye might be feeling is alright—and I shall do my best to understand—and help, if I might.”

“I almost wish that the stones had worked.” 

It was out of my mouth before I truly considered it, and I saw a ripple of pain pass through him before he marshaled himself with a gruff, “Why’s that?”

“So that I could have chosen you,” I said frankly.  He smiled in relief, a genuine, broad, glowing smile, but I went on. “If I could have felt that the stones would have worked, and stopped myself, thought of you and truly chosen you…Lord, I don’t know. Perhaps my guilt over Frank would have been greater, but I can’t bear the thought of you, now, thinking you were…. second choice.”

He beckoned to me. “Come here to me, mo chridhe.”

I crawled over until I was sitting curled sideways on his lap, the two of us heaped together in the sunlit window. He laid a warm palm on the side of my cheek and gently stroked my hair back from my face, murmuring into the top of my head. “Even if I was second choice,” he said firmly, “t’was a second choice because of your duty, and that’s no shame to you or to me. If I’d known the truth, I’d have taken ye there to the stones myself; no matter how painful it would have been to deliver ye back to the arms of another man.”

“You…really would have done that?”

Aye. Couldna have done otherwise. Ye had to try. It was your duty, and ye discharged it. And now, your conscience can be clear, as can mine.”

“Thank you,” I murmured, feeling the trickles of absolution flowing over me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and soaked him in; his scent, his warmth, the cadence of his voice. “We’re lucky. We’re so very lucky,” I whispered.

“We’re blessed.”

A sun-soaked eternity later, he gave my back two quick taps and made to rise.

“Oh, don’t go,” I moaned playfully, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck. “I’m so COLD.“ I made a dramatic pout that would have impressed any Hollywood director. “Stay and keep me warm, Mr. MacTavish!”

He snorted, laughing fondly, remembering. “You’re blazing as a wee coal, Sassenach,” he said, extricating himself only to lean overtop me, pressing me gently back into the nest of blankets. “But as much as I’d love to stay and let ye light me up a bit, I’ll be late if I dinna leave now. ‘Tis an important meeting, aye?”

It bloody well was. “Are you nervous?”

“Of marrying you?” he asked with a grin, nipping my neck.” Aye, terrified, feisty wee beastie.”

“No, not me,” I laughed, though the anxiety gripped my gut. “Of your talk with Colum.”

“Oh aye, a bit. He willna be best pleased at my choice—” He ran the back of his hand down my cheek. “But surely it canna come as a complete shock to him that taking over the clan hasna been my ambition, particularly wi’ Dougal looming large so near at hand.”

“So, you think he’ll give us his blessing?”

“I have my hopes set on cold acquiescence, myself,” Jamie said, frankly. “If he puts up a skelloch, my argument is that wi’ the Sassenach spy in my bed, I can more easily keep my eye on her; keep her from doing anything too treacherous.”

“Treacherous? Heavens, no.” I rose with him and kissed him chastely, then cupped him in a way that was anything BUT chaste, relishing his moaning gasp. “Wicked? Oh, most certainly.”


“Thank you for meeting wi’ me, uncle.”

The Laird of Clan MacKenzie was resplendent, as usual, in his furs and frock coat. In addition, though, his manner this afternoon was uncharacteristically bright, his eyes twinkling and a smile playing at his mouth from across the broad desk. “So, nephew: I assume you’re here to ask permission to return to your estate.”

“How did ye ken that, uncle?” Aye, and that was part of it, was it not ? Jamie was free. He could go home. To Jenny. To Lallybroch. Aye, and he would. Just not alone.

“It’s been clear enough from your manner these last few weeks that you could no longer be happy at Leoch wi’ Mistress Beauchamp about.” 

Jamie flinched at her name, but Colum didn’t seem to notice, steepling his fingers and looking on with seemingly kind approbation.  

“Well, uncle, she isna so—”

“It was good of ye to come to the lady’s aid, lad,” Colum said gently, “Has she been pestering ye?”

“No,” he said emphatically, “Not at all, though I thank you for your concern, uncle.” The time has come, Fraser.  “The thing is—”

Colum held up a hand. “Ye dinna need to play so near the chest, lad. I ken it’s been hard, and it would be better on ye were she to be gone.” He beamed. “And I’m happy to say I’ve a solution.”

Jamie’s wame clenched.  A solution? Involving Claire? 

Colum gestured to a servant in the corner, who came forward with a decanter of whisky. To Jamie’s astonishment, Colum was heaving himself out of the chair and hobbling to come around the desk and stand beside him. 

He rose and held out staying hands. “Uncle, sit, please, ye dinna have to—”

“Nonsense, it’s an important occasion, lad.” The laird took a glass from the tray and handed one to Jamie. The noble kinsman raised the whisky and sighed in a wide, proud way. “A toast: to my dear sister’s son and his wife-to-be.” He drank. 

Jamie followed suit, for no other reason than to hide the shock that must be visible on his face. WIFE-TO-BE?? How did he know?? 

Colum, in another surprise, seemed pleased by Jamie’s stunned silence. “Och, so ye did piece it together, then?” He roared with laughter and inclined his head with a fierce pride. “That’s why you’re fit to lead this clan, lad. Clever and cunning, and it does ye much credit. Slainte.”

His uncle drank again, but it was Jamie’s head reeling. Had someone overheard him and Claire in the last day and a half and reported back to the laird? Was this kind, approving performance naught but a game? Was Jamie about to be castigated for having the audicity to suggest wedding the sassenach?

And yet the laird seemed so genuine in his congratulations. He positively glowed as he set his glass back on the tray and clapped Jamie on the arm. “Now, you’ll see soon enough for yourself that Edina is a fine lady, if a wee bit—”

“Who?” Jamie blurted, though the realization was already plummeting down upon him. 

“Edina Grant, your—” And like a stormcloud over the sun, Colum’s expression darkened to a deadly, steely grey. He all but growled it: “Your betrothed.”


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Behold French!Graves

Or, that one AU in which Grindelwald erased Graves’ memories and dumped him in Europe, leaving him alone to rebuild his life from scratch. Everyone believes him dead. Newt and Credence run into him in France by accident. 


They’d been staying in Paris for a couple of days, trying to find the wizard Newt was searching for. Another supposed expert when it came to magical beasts. Newt absolutely wanted to talk with him about the Beast of the Gévaudan, and other legendary creatures he’d heard originated from France.

There were staying at a Hotel in separate rooms, a cheap but nice place to be with everything they needed. America was far behind, now. It had been two years since the debacle with the Obscurus in New York, and a year and 9 months since Newt Scamander found Credence residing in his suitcase, occupying the freezing landscape in his Obscurus form.

He’d taken Credence with him, refusing to tell anyone about his discovery, and offered to teach Credence magic. With Newt at his side, Credence had grown. He’d learned to raise his head higher when he talked, had learned to be more confident when he expressed his opinions, had learned to say what he liked and disliked and most of all, he’d learned to control the dark force within him and now managed to do actual magic. Sure, there was still a lot to accomplish yet, but Credence was a far cry from what he’d been a few years ago. He’d let his hair grow as well, getting rid once and for all of the horrible haircut Mary Lou gave him. It was still short but it curled around a bit, giving his face a gentleness he thought didn’t resemble him.

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|| Yours To Love || [[smut]]

{summary: will he still love you if he knows about the new life growing inside of you?}

this is a day late and i’m sorry ;w; work was so crazy yesterday that i really couldn’t write for this au as much as i wanted to.

this short series is almost done with, with the next update being the EPILOGUE. I may do the first and second parts of this story in bucky’s POV, but we’ll just have to wait and see, because i’m not TOO confident when it comes to taking on a male’s POV.

ps i am so sorry for sinning on easter.

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warnings: brief usage of bondage (namely handcuffs), oral (female receiving), thigh riding/fucking (idk what it’s called but if you readers are brave enough to read this poorly written smut, then you’ll know what i’m talking about)

**please don’t repost/plagiarize this story. reblogs are fine**

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Not Now

Who would have that that this is the way he would go?

It was a mission they could handle. They had been assured that many a time. So, why had it all gone so wrong?

-

Lance and Keith had been tasked in going on ahead to scope out the ship, and make sure that it was truly empty as they had assumed it to be.

But maybe that was their first mistake.

-

The two Paladins had realized things were too quiet when they had found there to be no traps whatsoever. There had to be at least some traps in all of this.

“Keith, i-it’s too quiet here. Something’s wrong here.” Lance whispered, body taught as he looked everywhere he could. Not having anything happen was worse than having something happen.

“Yea, I agree. Maybe we should - ” Keith would have continued, but a soft ‘woosh’ through the air next to his head alerted him.

“Shit - !” He wheezed, turning his head to follow the arrow-like object, only to see, in a sort of slow motion, the object make its way straight toward his partner.

-

The Blue Paladin had turned to see what had caught Keith’s attention, but felt the air rush out of him quickly.

He fell backwards, not quite able to tell what had happened. All he knew right now was that something hurt like the hottest flames of hell in his chest.

-

The Red Paladin ran for his fallen friend, sliding on his knees next to him. He picked him partially up gently, laying his torso in his lap as his eyes glanced from spot to spot over him.

“Lance, holy shit, are you okay?!” He breathed before his eyes came to rest on the arrow lodged deep into Lance’s chest. It had just barely missed its target - just slightly below his heart.

-

The edges of his vision were beginning to get hazy. He knew where he was - kinda - but thought it strange that it was warm.

Wait.

Floors are cold. So …

Ah.

He was in Keith’s lap. Well then. At least he was warm now. Screw cold floors, he liked this much better.

He heard mumbles. A voice? Oh, Keith. Right.

Dazed, Lance looked up at Keith, blinking before his vision cleared a little bit. He looked - scared? Were those tears??

-

Said Keith was in fact beginning to cry as he held Lance.

The arrow was too far in to try and get out without causing major bleeding. And he was afraid that if he tried to get Lance back to the castle to a healing pod, that it would take too much time.

But he had to do something. He couldn’t just let him die. Not now. Not in his arms.

-

The Blue Paladin could tell he was fading. His insides hurt way too much for there not to be something wrong.

“Keith?” He asked, his usually loud and boisterous voice now scarily quiet.

“Keith … am I - am I dying?”

-

“No. You’re not gonna die. I’m gonna get you out of here, safe, and very much alive.” Keith rattled off, glancing around to see what he could use to possibly help them.

And to his great luck, there was fucking nothing.

-

“Keith …” Lance whispered, even quieter now. The rest of his thoughts were interrupted by his own coughing, which led to blood coming up.

It splattered over his armor, the deep red a stark contrast to the slightly dirty and offset white it normal was. The blue of his symbol was tainted with the blood.

“K-Keith … I-I’m not gonna make it, am I?” He sighed, sagging a little as he began to accept his fate.

He was going to die here. In Keith’s arms. On a supossedly abandoned Galra ship.

What a boring way to go.

-

Keith felt his blood boil.

“Don’t you *dare* give up on me, McClain. I am going to get your sorry ass out of here, whether you believe it or not.” He spat, coming to the conclusion that it may have to be their best bet to just bring Lance back to the castle.

“Everything’s gonna be fine, okay? You’re gonna live, a-and, you’ll get to see your family again. Cuba, right? Veradero Beach?” Keith tried, hoping to instill some motivation into the fading Blue Paladin.

-

Wow, Keith was really pretty, wasn’t he?

“Keith, you have r-really pretty eyes, ya know that?” He pondered, voice barely there now. His eyelashes were fluttering as he fought to keep his eyes open.

But he just wanted to sleep. Sleep sounded nice right now. Maybe he could just take a little nap …

-

A blush filtered to Keith’s cheeks.

“Wh-What? What’re you saying right now?” He rushed out. He was getting worse.

Oh god he was closing his eyes.

“Lance. Lance, stay with me buddy. Stay awake for me, okay? Please.” He pleaded, gently tapping Lance’s cheek to try and wake him up.

-

Man, Keith was really warm. His hand too. Oh, that was nice.

He leaned into the touch, smiling softly as his eyes closed once more.

“Y’re s’ w'rm, Keith~” He hummed, voice unbelievably soft. He felt comfy, and safe.

He was always safe with Keith.

Always.

-

Keith could feel himself losing it. He was scrambling to keep Lance awake, but he knew it was a losing battle at this point.

“L-Lance, no. Come on …” He muttered, eyes wide as they began to tear up again.

He couldn’t lose someone else. Not now.

But it might be the sad truth at this point.

-

Lance’s vision was darkening. It had been, but now he could really tell. It felt like the lights had been turned out.

“Keith?” He asked, one last time, slowly curling into the warm chest plate of said Paladin. He winced at the pain in his chest deepening.

“Keith … tell my family I love them, 'kay? A-And the others. I -” More blood spit up, but more came with the hacks this time. His vision went darker.

“I love you, too.” He whispered, opening his eyes as much as he could to get one last good look at Keith.

The sleek black hair hidden under a helmet looked like the night sky. The violet eyes reminded him of a sunset on the ocean.

He reached a hand up, and cupped Keith’s face ever so gently.

“I love you.”

-

No. No no no no. No. He refused. He refused to have Lance die in his arms.

His breath hitched at the confession. God damn it. This idiot had the worst possibly timing.

“Lance - I … I love you too.” He choked out, tears coming full force now as he cradled Lance in his arms.

The tears stung badly, and he leaned into the gently touch, laying his own hand overtop Lance’s.

“Don’t leave me. P-Please.” He sobbed, tears now falling onto Lance’s visor and face as he wept.

-

Keith was so pretty. Even when he cried.

“I’ll see ya later, Keith. And then … th-then we can be together, yea?” He sighed out, his breaths more raspy and of less oxygen now.

He could feel himself going. It was … peaceful.

-

“S-See ya 'round, K-Keith …” were Lance’s last words before his body finally sagged, now lifeless.

Keith would never see those beautiful blue eyes sparkle as he talked about Earth.

He would never see that stunning smile take over when he looked at him.

He would never be able to kiss those plump cinnamon lips, and would never hear them utter those three words again.

-

No one spoke that night as Keith came back, carrying the fallen Paladin in his arms.

No one spoke of the tears running down Keith’s face.

No one spoke of the heartbreak they all felt.

No one spoke of how Keith cried himself to sleep, gripping an olive green jacket to his curled up form.

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Valentine's Day is coming, what would the chocobros do for their S/O? :D

I had to get this typed up today! Happy valentines guys! (If you’ve read this you’re now my valentine, no take backs! Muhahaha, ily!) ❤ Anyway, read on and spend your valentines with your favourite chocobro! (Or if you’re like me, all of them…)

Noctis:

- Hey shall we go check out that dungeon for valentines? Just kidding. Kinda.
- Noctis would give you your card and you’d give him his, but before you can open yours he’d make an excuse to leave the room.
- Little do you know he literally just lingers outside of the door, out of view.
- Anyway, you open your card waiting for him to get back, but something falls out of it.
- A slip of paper lands in your lap, but you pick it up to see it’s a poem.
- Handwritten. In Noctis’ loopy scrawl.
- He’s written you a poem.
- And what’s more, it’s really good.
- About how you met, how much he cares about you, the way he adores how you look and just how you are.
- It’s all sappy and mushy and it’s just everything he wishes he could say to your face without it sounding muddled and a hell of a lot less eloquent.
- And then from the corner of your eye you spot the little bin he has in his room, filled to the brim with crumpled up paper that was extremely similar to yours.
- How long had he spent on it? Getting frustrated and no doubt worked up into an angry defiant ball as he so usually did. But he persevered because he just so badly wanted to tell you exactly how he felt but he sucks at speaking face to face about that kind of stuff.
- You’re emotional just thinking about how much work he had to have put into this one slip of paper.
- “Shit, are you crying?”
- His voice startles you, and you look up to see him walking over to you hurriedly.
- “I’m sorry if it’s not great, I tried.”
- “No silly, it’s… it’s wonderful, thank you.”
- “Oh… oh well, I’m glad you like it.”
- He’d go into bashful mode at your gratitude, which is why he left the room in the first place because he didn’t want to be all awkward for you.
- But his pulse is racing and his heart is singing because holy shit they like it.
- And all those hours he put in didn’t matter, because he’s just happy to know that you know how he really feels, and that you’re happy.

Prompto:

- You’d go over to see Prompto in the morning, but find he doesn’t seem to actually be in his house. He doesn’t answer when you call him. Instead, you find a picture taped to his bedroom door.
- It’s a picture of… the kitchen?
- You head on over to the kitchen holding the photograph, and look exactly where he took the picture to see another photo with a heart shaped chocolate next to it.
- This is a scavenger hunt!
- This picture shows the sofa in the living room area, so you hurry on over to it.
- Just as expected, there’s another photo and yet another heart shaped chocolate.
- So cute.
- This time this was a photo of the table behind you, but in the corner there were words written in the hand you recognised so well.
- ‘Getting warmer!’
- You turn to the table to see yet another photograph and of course, a heart shaped chocolate to accompany it.
- Lifting the photo you recognise that it’s a picture of Prompto’s bedroom. There is more writing on the photo in the same scrawl.
- ‘Nearly there now!’
- You rush to the bedroom, wondering what you might find, and open the door.
- There, right in the middle of the bed is your adorable boyfriend, looking really pleased with himself.
- On his lap is a huge teddy bear – so cliché but so adorable.
- “You found me!” He’s so excited, his blue eyes bright with excitement.
- “I did!” You’d go to join him on the bed, and he hands over the teddy bear to you.
- “Happy valentines! Oh and I also got you this…” His voice trails off a little at the end and you can tell he is suddenly nervous.
- He hands you something in a small brown paper bag. Curious, you slide the object out of the bad and into your palm.
- It’s an adorable photo of the two of you, looking incredibly happy together. The photo itself is in a silver frame, decorated with cutesy hearts.
- “I… I hope it’s alright. It’s my favourite photo.” He’s fiddling with the bed covers, barely able to keep contact cause damn it he’s just so nervous.
- Your heart could burst, this boy is the cutest!
- He beams as you tell him you love it.
- Best valentines ever.

Gladiolus:

- Gladio would act like normal for the morning.
- He’d give you a card of course, but say he has nothing planned.
- You’d be a bit disappointed, but what can you do?
- He’d even go off to do his usual workout routine. Maybe valentines just wasn’t his thing?
- So you’d go on about your day as normal, until the night fell.
- Suddenly Gladio’s face has lit up, he’s all smiles as he asks you to come outside with him.
- “Wha- but it’s night time?”
- “Come on!” He’d urge so you’d get up to follow him.
- Outside there are… candles? There’s a large candle every so often in the road, and you can see the trail lead off into the distance with a soft glow. You look back at Gladio in bewilderment.
- “You didn’t think I’d forget did you?” He is grinning, folding his arms and looking rather pleased with himself.
- “You did all that?” You gesture incredulously.
- “Well, I only set them out earlier, I enlisted the help of three friends to light them all.” He remembered how much complaining Noctis had done. It’s okay, my lover is worth it.
- Gladio took your hand and you set off walking under the blanket of the night sky, walking past one of the candles every now and then.
- “Here, I also got you this.”
- “Oh, what is it – Gladio.”
- He’s handed you a small survival tool kit.
- “It pays to be prepared. And it will put my mind at ease.” He insisted.
- You roll your eyes at him but you have to stifle a giggle. Typical Gladio.
- Finally you get to the end of the candle lit path, where a lovely bunch of roses are waiting for you.
- Gladio would wrap his warm jacket around you suddenly, taking you into his big strong arms.
- “Did I fool you then?”
- “You certainly did.” You told him, pulling him down for a kiss.
- He pulls away with that cheeky smirk in place, a glint in his eye.
- “What…?” You ask wearily.
- “I always wondered what it would be like to go… al fresco.”
- “Gladio!”
- His laugh is infectious and soon you join in.
- But hey, if you’re down with the idea he definitely is.

Ignis:

- This guy will play to his strength and cook you the most amazing meal you’ve ever had, and that’s saying something since you eat his cooking a lot.
- He’d have it all ready for you by the time you arrive, the table beautifully set and – of course – candle lit.
- He’d spoil you rotten the entire day as well, massages, food and drink, you name it.
- He’d also really love the gift you got him, and chuckle at the very soppy card (which by the way, he’d never get rid of).
- When he hands you his card, you realise he has hand made it. It’s lovely and elegant and so Iggy, but so you at the same time.
- When you finish the meal, he’d come round to your side and offer you his hand to dance with him.
- Even if you protest that you suck, he’ll let you stand on his toes and he’d guide you.
- All he wants is to be close and intimate with you damn it.
- He’d press you against him as you danced, needing to feel you close.
- He’s also really good.
- It would be slow and sensual, you’d be hyper aware of the way his fingertips drifted over your arms, rested at the small of your back, trailed over your jawline with feather light touches…
- “I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this at all… but you are truly beautiful.”
- “You may have mentioned it once or twice.” You’d tease him, to which he’d smile fondly.
- “It never hurts just to be sure.”
- Near the end of the song he’d dip you down in a classic move so smooth with his hands steadying you, your thigh round his hip.
- And he’d give you a little smirk before bending down to kiss you hard.
- When you’re finally up right, you’re giving him such bedroom eyes it unreal.
- You know he understands as his smirk turns into a full blown grin.
- “Shall we?” And with that he’d lead you to the bedroom.

Right hand... queen?

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Originally posted by hughxjackman

Or the right hand woman and Simon and a few other men were out on scouting or whatever and a random group attacked them. Simon and her got beat up pretty badly but they managed to get the other group on it’s knees and take them back to Negan (or call him there,I dunno really it’s up to you). And of course a protective Negan we see,angrily addressing the enemy group (and may or may not using Lucille on them) for hurting his man and his precious right hand woman <3
I believe it was your request @wafflii ?! ^^“ I’ve finally caught up a little bit and I got a bit carried away *cough* so I hope you like it!

Warning: violence, blood, cursing, well pretty normal for TWD, I guess. Also Simon being a cute ass and Negan being protective.



It was supposed to be a completely normal run. A scout had found this abandoned gas station a couple of days ago and since the windows and everything were still intact, you felt like some lucky devils.
You were sitting next to Simon who was driving the truck. There was one big pick-up following you and in total you were six men and you, so a normal amount of people for a short trip.
“I hope we’ll be back by sunset“, Simon exclaimed.
You chuckled. “What, is there something waiting for you?“ You didn’t know if Simon had a crush on anyone, or if he even had a girl, yet most of them seemed to gravitate towards Negan.
Simon laughed out loud. “The lights of our little ride tend to stop working“, he corrected you. “But…“ He turned to look at you. “… why would you think about that? Would you be jealous?“ A huge grin appeared below his heavy mustache.
You quickly grabbed the wheel as the truck slowly lost its way on the road. “Gosh, eyes on the street!“
He laughed again, only this time he kept his eyes on you. “Damn you would!“
You glared daggers at him. “I said something not someone!“
He eyed you up and down and turned to look on the empty road again. “Pretty late for that explanation.“ The grin didn’t leave his face.
You knew he wouldn’t stop making fun of you for quite some time. This joke would last at least a week. But was it a joke? You shook your head.
The gas station appeared behind the next turn and just in the right time so you didn’t have to think about this anymore. You sighed. “Finally.“
Simon stopped the truck and hopped out. You followed him and fetched your gun. Three men stayed at the cars, just like Simon told them to in this prep talk earlier.
The gas station was small, but it seemed completely untouched. Simon was the first to look inside, you were completely concentrated on him and on the possible danger inside, that you didn’t realize the other people sneaking from behind you.
A scream made you turn around. Two of the men who watched the cars were lying on the floor, the other one was busy fighting off a stranger.
“What the…“, Simon started, but fell over holding his shoulder.
He got shot, what the fuck was going on? You wasted to time to guide him into the small building, he was wincing but crawled over anyway. You didn’t know how many people there were, but they surely outnumbered you. And they had guns. If it was one of the groups that provided you with supplies, they would be in a hell of a trouble then.
Your men were more or less reacting quickly but your gunfire wouldn’t last for long. More and more people were lying on the floor, dead or alive, you didn’t know. So you sorted out a plan and just ran for it.
One of the strangers seemed smaller than the others, presumably a woman, and she had her back turned towards you. She just fought off one of your men by the truck, when your grabbed her from behind and pressed your gun against her temple. “Drop it!“, you commanded and she let her knife fall to the ground, raising her hands.
You dragged her away from the cars so everybody could see her. “Now tell them to shut it!“
“STOP!“, she screamed and the noise stopped.
You were quite content with the outcome and took a moment to look at the other people. You didn’t know them, they looked like strays, badly equipped and dirty.
“Whe…“, you just started, but the girl smacked you hard with her elbow. Your wrist was going numb and you fell over. The gunfire started again and you saw her bending over to grab the gun, she just made you drop. You pulled out your knife with your bad hand, when she turned around to face you. Suddenly she stopped and looked at you in shock. Blood was dripping out of a small wound in her stomach.
You could see Simon coming towards you. He had ripped his shirt in two and one half of it was tightly knotted over his shoulder. He had shot her and you needed to get out of there but all you could see was his abs. Damn he was well built.
He smirked down at you before he turned around to take control of the situation. There was no way he had noticed you were checking him out,…. right?
Minutes later you drew the balance. Everyone of you was pretty wounded but in the end you got the remaining five of the other group on their knees. They lost four, you two.
A savior just tied the last mans hands together, when the guy jumped up and ran towards you. You noticed it too late, as you were busy checking the newly found supplies, and he rammed his head right into yours. Simon shot him mid action and again you were lying on the floor with a ringing in your ears. “What a stupid fucking day!“, you complained and pressed your palm on your pulsing eye.
“Get them into the back of the truck!“, Simon commanded and came running towards you. He knelt down and pulled your hand away.
He scrunched his face and hissed loudly through his teeth. “Uhh, that’s gonna be a black eye.“
You looked at him in disbelieve. He reached out to your cheek and stroke it surprisingly gentle. “You’re still beautiful, darling“, he said and only took you more aback.

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Instinct || Jack

Request: Number 27 for the dialogue prompts with the lovely and sweet Jack Maynard please!!!!!

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You and Jack had been broken up for only two months. You still weren’t sure what went wrong. Your strong, two year relationship ended so abruptly. One day you were coming over for a lazy day in, and the next thing you knew, you were sobbing in your car on the way home.

“Can you tell me what I did wrong? Please?” you sobbed out, not knowing what else to do.

“You didn’t do anything wrong!” Jack said, frustration evident in his voice. “I’m just, God I don’t know I’m just so overwhelmed right now. I just need to be alone again.”

“Why?” you almost shouted.

“I don’t know!” he yelled back. “I just have too much going on with YouTube and I’m not ready for this!”

“What, and you couldn’t have figured that out two years ago?” you said. “You’re telling me I’ve just wasted two years of my life on a boy who just now realized he’s not ready to be seriously committed?”

“You know what?” Jack huffed. “Yeah, I guess that is what I’m telling you.”

And now, two months later, you still felt empty. You had seriously imagined spending the rest of your life with Jack. You both talked about it from time to time and it felt like it was a solid plan in both of your minds. What had happened that made him change his mind?

You spent the weekend back home in Bristol, hoping that some time with your family would help relax. Of course, it didn’t, and you were still feeling a heavy weight in your chest on the drive home. You couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes away from London when your car made a horrible noise. The check engine light on your car starting flashing and, before you knew it, your car came to an abrupt halt on the side of the road. It was dark out now and you had close to no idea where you were. You got out of your car to open your hood and check your engine, but you couldn’t tell what was wrong. You were no car expert. “Hey sweetie!” some greasy looking man across the road yelled to you. “I can give you a lift! It won’t cost you a thing except a night at my house!”

“No, let me!” another man yelled. “She’s just the fine piece of ass I’ve been looking for.”

You quickly got in your car and locked the doors, feeling your whole body start to shake and tears to prick in your eyes. Before you knew it, full on sobs were escaping your body. You didn’t know what to do. You had no idea where you were and no way to get back to London. It was nearing 1:00 in the morning and you were instantly regretting not staying another night in Bristol rather than driving home in the dark.

Suddenly, almost instinctively, you had rung Jack. You were still crying and your head was feeling fuzzy. You didn’t realize how inappropriate it probably was for you to call him until he actually picked up the phone. “(Y/N)?” Jack answered. He sounded tired and confused. You wondered if you just woke him up or if he was just not in the mood to talk to you.

“I know I shouldn’t call you,” you said, your voice shaking. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“What’s going on?” he said, sounding a bit more alert than before.

“My car broke down,” you answered, trying to control your breathing. “There are these guys across the street and they keep looking at me and I’m scared and I don’t know what to do or-” You cut yourself off by crying again.

“Hey, I need you to relax okay?” Jack said gently. “Tell me where you are.”

“I don’t know!” you cried out. “I, I don’t know, Jack.”

“(Y/N), pull up your maps and tell me where you are.”

You had been in such a panic you didn’t even think to do the obvious and check your phone to see where you were stranded. When you did, you rattled off the location to Jack. “Are you in your car?” Jack asked, rustling heard on his end of the line.

“Yeah,” you said, your voice small.

“Alright, stay there, I’m coming to get you,” he said. “Don’t get out of your car, you understand me? Keep the doors locked and don’t get out of the car.”

“Okay,” you said.

“Promise me,” he said sternly. “Promise me you won’t get out of the car.”

“I promise.”

Less than a half hour later, a pair of headlights appeared behind your car. You looked in your rear-view mirror and saw that it was Jack. You got out of your car almost bashfully and walked up to Jack. He immediately pulled you into his arms and held you tightly to his chest. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Did they come up to you? Did they touch you?”

“I’m okay,” you said softly. “Look, Jack, I’m really sorry I called you.” You could feel the tears falling from your eyes again. “I crossed a line. I shouldn’t have called you. I just, it was like my instinct. I’m sorry-”

“Babe, look at me,” Jack said, holding your face in his hands. You could hardly look him in the eyes. Those damn blue eyes. You noticed the bags under them and the way they weren’t as bright as they usually were.

“You look different,” you said suddenly. “Are you okay?” Jack gave you a sad smile.

“I’m alright,” he said. “Just haven’t been sleeping too good.”

“And now I call you at the dead of night,” you sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” he said. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

The ride back to your flat was eerily silent. Jack never turned on the radio and as badly as you wanted to, you knew that sometimes, Jack just enjoyed silence. So, you sat there sulking in your thoughts, focusing on not crying again. When Jack pulled up to your flat, you couldn’t get yourself to get out of the car. “Jack-”

“I’m sorry,” Jack said. You looked up at him immediately, confusion written across your face. “I’m sorry I left you. It was pathetic. I shouldn’t have done it. And, I miss you. I-” He stopped himself, letting out a big sigh. “I miss you so fucking much, (Y/N).”

You were shaking your head, tears streaming down your cheeks. “What are you doing?” you said quietly. “You don’t have any right to do this to me.”

“I need to tell you how I feel,” he said. “It’s been eating me up. Why do you think I haven’t been sleeping? It’s because I miss you. It’s because I need to hold you and I can’t.”

“Then why did you leave?” you yelled.

“Because I couldn’t do it!”

“Do what?”

“This!”

Jack reached in his coat pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. Your hands flew up to your mouth in shock. He didn’t even open the box, just twiddled it in his hands. “I bought it but I was too scared to actually do it,” he said, his voice small, sounding defeated. “I tried day after day, week after week, to find the perfect moment to ask you, but I chickened out every fucking time. So I ran away, because I thought if I didn’t have the balls to propose to you, what else could I do?” Tears were still falling from your eyes and you were getting a headache from all the information being thrown at you. “I know I can’t propose and pretend like everything is fine now,” he said quietly. “But I’m begging you to take me back so we can get to that point again. And I won’t chicken out then. If you give me another chance, I promise you that I will ask you to be my wife. Please, (Y/N).”

You stared at Jack, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. Logically, you knew you shouldn’t forgive him or take him back. He hurt you so badly. But deep down, you knew Jack. You knew that he was just a little scared and that he needed to leave to realize he had to tough it up and face his emotions. You loved him too much to stay away and cause either of you to keep suffering. You reached out and laid a hand on his cheek, making him close his eyes and lean into your touch. “You are the love of my life,” you said quietly. “But you can’t keep running when you feel too much.”

“I know,” he said. “I’m not gonna run again. I promise.”

Not being able to help yourself, you leaned in and pressed your lips against Jack’s. He eagerly kissed you back, keeping the kiss gentle and loving. Maybe, you thought, there was a reason your car broke down that night. Maybe there was a reason your instinct was to call him. Maybe, just maybe, this was why.

taylor-tut  asked:

I'm so excited you're writing! Maybe a prompt where Lance gets sick and goes into Keith's room to ask for help, but finds Keith havin' a crisis about the stress of maybe leading Voltron some day, or about a crush he has, or something. So Lance is helping him out and they're just sitting on his floor, chatting Keith through his feelings, and Lance gets progressively quieter and makes less sense until Keith finds out he's got a fever and was here for help and decided Keith was more important?

Yeeeeeees. Thank you so much for this prompt!

My first sickfic, y’all! This takes place after the end of season 2.

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Lance may not be confident about a lot of things in his life, but he knew one thing for sure:

He was sick.

What began as a low throbbing headache a day or so prior had since escalated to a full-fledged migraine, accompanied with congestion, and dry clamminess of what he hoped wasn’t the start of a fever. He had tried to brush it off, telling himself that it was just exhaustion from the back to back missions they’d been on, but the way Lance woke up that morning made him finally accept the fact that it was more than just being tired. He pulled on his jacket with a bit more effort than normal before he stifled a sneeze or two into the crook of his elbow as soon as he got the jacket on. He groaned in pain as the throbbing in his head worsened and he had to admit it: he needed help.

He crossed his arms, walking out of his room as the door hissed open. Who could he go to? Allura and Coran were no doubt neck deep in plans for their next mission, he didn’t want to bother them. And Pidge and Hunk had been talking about staying up all night to work on some tracking tech to find Shiro, so he assumed they were either still working or passed out by now. He walked out of his room, his eyes half lidded as he looked down both ends of the chilly hallway. Man, what he wouldn’t give to be able to tell Shiro. He probably still wouldn’t have, he hated to worry the team on his behalf, but his leader’s kind eyes and gentle actions were badly missed right about now. It had only been a couple weeks since his disappearance, and the loss still fell heavy on the team. No one was resting easy, not until they found Shiro, but of course it had to be Lance that fell ill from it all. He bit his lip glancing to his right as he walked down to the next door.

“Keith?”

Lance knocked weakly on his door, suppressing a couple coughs under his breath as he waited for the door to slide open, or Keith’s voice to beckon him in. He heard neither. Lance frowned and glanced around, had he gone to the training deck? He seemed to be doing that a lot after Shiro’s disappearance… well, even more than he had previously. Out of everyone, Keith had taken it the hardest. It made sense, him and Shiro had known each other before they became paladins, and now with him gone… well, Keith had voiced to everyone Shiro’s wishes of a replacement leader.

Lance was about to turn and go back to his room when he heard a noise come from inside the room. He frowned, so Keith was in there. Was he ignoring him? ‘Ass.’ He thought to himself, his sour mood from being ill flaring even more with the thought that the one person he thought he could go to on this ship was ignoring him and damn it, he was going to give Keith a piece of his mind. He reached over and pressed on the button to open the door, the panel sliding open with a hiss. Lance already had his mouth open, ready to spew his thoughts on the matter before it all faltered. Keith was in his room, sitting on the ground with his knees pulled up to his chest and his gloved hands rung and gripped into his hair.

Lance’s eyes widened and any form of negativity flew out the airlock as he walked over hesitantly.

“Keith? Hey, buddy… you okay?”

“Leave me alone, Lance.” A muffled voice sounded from in between his knees. It was a little too shaky for Lance’s liking. He didn’t like hearing Keith like this.

“Hey, come on. If something’s bothering you, you know you can talk to me, right?” Lance suggested as he sat down next to Keith, crossing his legs as he put a hand on his head momentarily to try and stop the room from spinning. He shook it off as he continued, “I know you think you have to go through all of this alone, but know that we’re all going through this too—“

Before Lance could finish his sentence he was cut off by Keith, who finally looked up at him, the threat of tears glistening in his violet eyes.

“You’re not all going through this too! You’re not the one Shiro put in charge to lead Voltron! You’re not the one who now has to make sure we all don’t die! You’re not the one who will be blamed if all of this goes to hell in a handbasket!” Keith was yelling, his breath erratic as he gripped his hair again, his voice softening if only in defeat, “I don’t know why Shiro thought I could handle this… he should’ve given the command to Allura. Allura would be an amazing leader! I… I’m just some damn dropout who relies too much on instinct to even think about leading a team and—“

“Keith.” Lance interrupted, putting a hand on his fellow paladin as he subtly cleared his throat, all thoughts of telling Keith how he was feeling had disappeared, he needed Lance much more right now. “Calm down. Breathe.”

Keith looked down at the floor he sat on for another moment before taking a few breaths, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he leaned back against the side of his bed. “I can’t do this, Lance…”

“Nonsense.” Lance gave a grin, “I mean, obviously Shiro chose you for a reason, right? I feel like we should give him the benefit of the doubt that he knew what he was doing.” He said in the most cheerful way he could. “I mean, look! You basically lead us through our last two missions, and they turned out fine! I think you’re doing fine.”

“Yeah?” Keith glanced over at Lance slightly, noting that it was strange how pale the blue paladin seemed. But perhaps it was just the harsh lighting of his room.

“Yeah! Like, holy quiznak, when you took down that drone right before it could fire at me, you saved me dude! That seems pretty leaderly to me. And when—“ his peptalk was cut off by a string of wet, congested coughs that he buried once again in the elbow of his jacket. “—And when—“ he tried again. When had the room begun spinning again?

“Lance??”

He could hear Keith’s voice, but it sounded muffled. Like he was underwater. He looked at Keith’s face, it took far too long for him to register that the black haired boy was looking back at him with a wide eyed look of concern. “—when—“ he tried to start once more before the room tilted sharply, his body following along with it.

“LANCE!”

When Lance came to, he was in a bed. His bed, he concluded by the smell of his conditioner on the pillow. How had he gotten here? He opened his bleary eyes and brought the heel of his palm to his eye to try and rub the blurriness away when a shift from the bottom of the bed made him jump and look in that direction. At the end of the bed was the red paladin himself, his arms crossed and his head leaned back against the wall the bed stood against, his eyes closed. Keith opened his eyes slightly after a second, glancing at Lance like it was something he had been doing regularly before he did a double take and sat up straight, “You’re awake.” He didn’t even try to mask the relief that coated his words.

“Y-yeah” Lance rasped, his sore voice not cooperating as he coughed a few times into his pillow.

“No, no talking.” Keith scooted up closer, “you scared the hell out of me. Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well??”

Lance opened his mouth to speak before a warning look from Keith made him close his mouth with a frown. “You want me to answer you or not??” he choked out.

“I just—ugh.” Keith groaned as he exhaled, “Just try to go back to sleep, okay? I told Hunk, and he’s trying to make you the space equivalent of chicken noodle soup. So…” Keith’s voice softened, “just rest up until he figures that out.”

Lance simply gave a nod as he turned on his side glancing up at Keith as his tired eyes slowly began to shut.

Keith sighed pinching the bridge of his nose, and Lance’s final thoughts before dozing back off was that that was a habit Keith had definitely picked up from Shiro over the time being spent together.

He knows Keith is going to do just fine as leader.

anonymous asked:

What about an s/o that wants a kiss from the boys but is too shy to ask for one

Naw, shy s/o’s are cute s/o’s! And kisses are the best! (I’m sorry if these are long, they kind of turned into mini scenarios than headcanons but I hope you still like!)

Noctis:

- He was still playing that game. You knew that he had a serious rivalry going on with Prompto, but Prompto wasn’t even there right now.
- You felt like he had been playing for such a long time, and you were wanting some affection.
- Trouble is, how do you go about asking for it? The idea of straight up asking for a kiss made you squirm in embarrassment.
- Ugh, I don’t want him to laugh at me.
- You shuffled up closer to him, still focused on his phone, until you were sat side by side.
- “Nooooct.” You mumbled, slumping your head against his shoulder.
- Feel like I’m a cat right now.
- “Mmm?” He leaned his head against yours but didn’t put his game down.
- “Come oooon.”
- “Hmm?”
- That’s it.
- You wriggled under his arms so your head was in front of his phone screen, blocking his view.
- “Hi!” You beamed.
- He looked at you, highly bemused.
- “What’s up.”
- “You’ve been playing that game for ages now.”
- He put the phone to the in his pocket – finally!
- “You’re right, what would you rather do?” He ran a hand through his raven hair and laid back on his bed after being hunched playing that game for so long. You sit up still beside him, looking down at the raven-haired prince.
- “Well, I kind of wanted…” But the words were stuck in your throat.
- He raised an eyebrow at you.
- “Yeah?”
- “A… I wanted a…” God damn it. The words weren’t coming.
- In a last ditch attempt, you puckered your lips to convey something.
- Ah yes, much less embarrassing. Ughhhh.
- Noct’s eyes widened in realisation, and his cheeks reddened to match yours.
- “Oh, you want a k-kiss?”
- “Yes!” Your voice sounded so loud in your own ears you nearly grimaced. But Noctis didn’t seem to notice.
- “Okay.” He gulped, suddenly as nervous as you. But he brought a hand up to rest gently on your back.  Carefully he pulled you down to his level, your hands splayed out on his chest and your faces almost touching.
- His eyelids fluttered shut and your lips connected – and all the nervousness disappeared.
- His free hand wound around your waist and pulled you tighter against him, his other tracing up your back to wind in your hair. His lips moved against yours quickly, almost urgently, like he’d been longing to do this for a while. You both had, but had been too nervous to instigate it.
- His teeth caught your bottom lip and he gave a gentle tug before letting it go, smiling into the kiss at your gasp.
- You could feel his heart racing underneath your palm, and you were certain yours matched his.
- You broke apart, both of you breathing heavily. Giving him a quick smile, you rested your head in the crook of his neck, willing your breathing to slow.
- Noctis held you close like that for a while, happy to spend the hours this way.

Prompto:

- You were sat with Prompto, your back against his chest in a tight cuddle anyway.
- This boy was all about the cuddles.
- As lovely as that was, you were dying for him to kiss you! But you couldn’t just ask. It seemed such an awkward thing to do! But he might not kiss you anytime soon at this rate.
- “Prom?”
- “Yes?” He smiled at you, his arms tight around your waist.
- “ I would kind of like you to do something for me.” You stammered, thankful you were looking straight ahead.
- “Of course!” His hands moved from your waist to hold both of your own, his fingers lacing through yours.
- “Can you… ah.” Your voice trailed off. How were you supposed to say this?
- “What’s wrong?” You could hear the concern in his voice.
- Great now I’m worrying him. He’s too lovely.
- “I’d just like…like more.” You said, feeling your face burn as you lifted your entwined hands as a clue to what you meant.
- Please understand.
- “You want more… affection?”
- “Y-yeah, but different.”
- “What, you mean like kisses?”
- “Exactly!”
- Thank the gods for Prompto.
- “O-oh! Of course!”
- Prompto would be so eager, yet so nervous at the same time as you turned around in his lap.
- His bright blue eyes were wide, and he was praying you couldn’t feel the tremors in his hands.
- He just so badly didn’t want to mess this up!
- You could see his chest rise and fall with every breath, and you weren’t even kissing yet!
- But then he brought his soft lips to yours, his hands at your shoulders as he brought you in close.
- His kiss was clumsy at first, but soon he found a rhythm for you both and he melted into the kiss, loving your lips on his.
- His grip on you tightened, pulling you impossibly closer to him as he groaned in satisfaction.
- Your hands were in his hair, on his chest, on his biceps, anywhere you could get. He was all yours.
- Too soon he broke away, breathing hard and red in the face.
- “I…I’m sorry if that wasn’t great.”
- You scoffed. Wasn’t great? It was awesome!
- “Even if it wasn’t, practice makes perfect!” You beamed, which brought out smile from him, catching on to what you were saying.
- “I guess we’ll have to practice lots then won’t we?” He chuckled.

Gladiolus:

- You had been dating Gladio for a few weeks, but you had only shared a handful of kisses. 
- You felt that maybe this was in part your fault, cause you just couldn’t find up the courage to ask him for one! He would always instigate, but maybe he felt like you weren’t that into it?
- So you decided you were gonna ask him for one, and show him how much you loved them!
- As you went to open your mouth however, nothing came out.
- “Hmm? What is it babe?” He’d notice your expression, and realise you wanted to say something.
- But you just couldn’t say it!
Dear gods above help!
- Your cheeks went red as you tried to hide your face, but Gladio was too quick, and lifted your chin up gently so you couldn’t hide.
- “C’mon, I can tell you want something.” 
- His eyes are alight with playfulness.
- “I just wanted to y’know… wanted to…” You gesture quickly to your lips, your cheeks feeling like they were on fire.
- You could see the mental ‘click’ in his eyes as Gladio put two and two together to realise what you were asking for. But his lips broke out into his usual, cheshire cat grin.
- “You want to what?” He’s smirking.
Oh my god he’s going to make me say it.
- “I just want… I want a-” but before you could finish your sentence, he cuts you off as his lips lock around yours.
- You gasp in surprise, but he just used it as a chance to deepen the kiss, his lips hot, moving against yours. 
- His hand tangles in your hair in the way he knew you liked, pulling you closer to him and giving it a gentle tug. His free hand brought you closer to him so you were almost sat on his lap.
- Gladio’s hum of appreciation resonated through you – you were making him do that!
- Your hands rested on his biceps for support, becoming lightheaded from the depth of Gladio’s kiss.
- He pulled away with that smile already in place, loving your dazed expression.
- “Was that a good enough… y’know.” 
- “Don’t tease me!” 
- His chuckle is deep and happy, and fills you with joy.
Ah you did love this man.

Ignis:

- God this guy was so smooth with his words, how on earth were you supposed to ask him for a kiss?
- But you wanted one badly, as you sat and watched him in his chair from your own. His long fingers held a book open in front of him, his other hand outstretched to reach for a sip of his coffee. He brought the can to his lips, and you watched as they closed softly around the edge of the can to take a sip. His head tipped back slightly, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
- Ah! It’s too much! You had to feel those lips on your own!
- Ignis put down his coffee and looked at you quizzically, drawn by the odd noise that had escaped your lips.
- How mortifying
- “Are you alright my love?” He asked.
- No.
- “Yes. Yes I was just… just thinking.” You gabbled, feeling the blush rising to your cheeks already.
- “About what?” He looked at you curiously, no doubt noticing the light red tinge across your cheeks.
- “Oh, um… well just that I wanted…”
- Ugh why did you have to struggle so much with this?
- “Anything you want kitten, you can have it.”
- He watched, curious as to why you blush deepened at his words. But the possibility slowly dawned on him; you wanted some affection but was too shy to ask for it.
- How adorable. He couldn’t help but smile fondly at you, and you knew that he knew.
- Without a word, he’d set his book down and rose off his chair, all while looking at you. You could swear you saw a hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
- Your heart beat quickened as he walked over to you, placing a hand on either side of your chair and leaning down until his face was mere inches from yours.
- “Would you like a kiss?” his words would cause any stray strands of hair to flutter in his wake.
- Your voice wouldn’t work, you just nodded to which he smiled.
- And in the next breath he brought his lips down to yours kissing you deeply, one hand coming away from the chair to rest under your jaw, tilting your head so he could kiss you harder.
- His thumb traced gently across your cheek, causing you to hum at the comforting contact.
- Just as you were getting breathless, he pulled away, running a gloved thumb over your just kissed lower lip.
- “Was that satisfactory?”
- He chuckled as you nodded again, slightly more dazed than before.
- “Don’t be shy, next time just ask.”
- Yep, yep you would.

66. Fight Sex

Word Count: 1,650
A/N: Hello! Here is my drabble for Bucky’s 100th Birthday. I’ve never written reader POV before and it was an interesting experience. Also, I’m pretty sure I went over the word count limit! Sorry about that.
Summary: This takes place after a mission ‘you’ and Bucky work on goes belly up.
Written by: @citywallandtramampoline

Originally posted by 11-11

You weren’t mad or angry. No, you were so far beyond those small words that you could no longer even fathom what they meant in the moment. Rage, white and hot, coursed through your blood and seared your veins as he dragged you bodily back to your shared safe-house.

The indignity of being thrown over his shoulder and removed from the mission like a petulant child; the utter disregard for your expertise or competency as an agent; the fucking audacity to stand between you and your target. You could concentrate on nothing else, not the vice-like grip he had on your arm or the acrid, lingering gunpowder smell of the earlier firefight, not even the throbbing pain in your knees from dropping to the hotel’s marble floor for cover.

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get on your knees;

pairing: DeanxReader
summary: Dean’s had a long day and he just wants you to help him feel better
warnings: smut, swearing, femdom
word count: 3,857
notes: I’ve mostly been inspired by the several people who have mentioned that they’d think Dean would totally be a sub, but I was also inspired by @bibalor‘s FinnxReader femdom fic as well. And I totally listened to Get On Your Knees by Nicki Minaj while writing this. A huge thanks to @fightblissfight for beta reading!

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