No but can we talk about Draco doing something right for a sec?
Because we all know Lucius wasn’t the most affectionate dad (I’m not saying he didn’t love Draco, just that he wasn’t very warm or open about said love) and of course he still had his mom, but I think there’s a reason why Draco keeps telling people his father will hear about it.
His father probably played a much bigger role in his childhood years than his mom. (You can’t blame Lucius being Draco’s go-to person because of sexism because we all know Narcissa is a strong as heck, bad-ass witch. I’d be more scared of her than Lucius)
So, just like Harry, as a kid Draco wasn’t told very often that he was doing something right. And as a teenager he was an asshole and didn’t actually do many things right.
But after that, after the war, when Draco is so confused and loaded down with guilt, when people still send him hexes and hostile stares, when he’s trying so hard to find himself amidst the trauma’s and the prejudice that fills his mind, when everything is so complicated and hard and Draco feels like he can’t take it anymore
Imagine his reaction then, when someone tells him he’s doing a good job.
When Harry is struggling with his potion essays and Draco sits down with him in the library and talks him through all the steps for hours.
Hufflepuff first year asks him where the charms classroom is and he walks her all the way to the door, making himself late for his own class.
When Millicent gets frustrated by everyone assuming she was part of the pure blood racist club too while she is in fact a half blood who silently rebelled against the death eaters in her seventh year, and Draco makes her and some fellow snakes badges that read Slytherin Hero.
Imagine the disbelief on his face when Harry tells himThank you. That was actually pretty nice of you.
Imagine how flustered he’d be when the Hufflepuff gives him a quick hug just before popping into the charms classroom.
Imagine the clasped hand over his mouth when he sees the badge Millicent made him as thank you gift. Not a Slytherin villain, it reads.
And then imagine the tentative smile that follows all of the above.
please don’t imagine sherlock teaching rosie how to play the violin and one day when john gets home they sit him down and tell him they have a surprise for him and that he has to close his eyes, and when he opens them rosie is standing up rod straight and slowly makes her way through twinkle twinkle little star while sherlock kneels next to her and softly tells her to carry on when she gets a note wrong because she’s doing fantastically, and john has to look away and up at the ceiling for a moment because the picture in front of him is so perfect that he can feel tears in his eyes
spoilers for 413, bellamy/clarke, 1600 words, gen. AO3!
Even though it’s not really the same as coming down in the first time, Bellamy still has this strange sense of deja vu as he looks at the door. The ship is smaller, he has fewer people with him, he feels both more and less sure of what he’ll find. They tried to hit the only spot of green they could see, but the controls are a mess, so he’s not sure they got to it. The whole fucking ship is a mess, built out of whatever scrap they could salvage. Even with six years to perfect it, the thing is still held together with spit and prayer, according to Raven.
But it got them to the ground. They’re back.
“Just open the fucking door!” says Raven, and Bellamy lets out a long breath and finally hits the release.
He knows what he’s hoping for: clean air, plants, blue sky. And he gets all of those.
He just also gets a girl, maybe ten or eleven, with brown hair in braids, pointing a gun at him. Which is honestly fairly encouraging; someone survived, and they have firearms. So she probably came out of the bunker.
He puts his hands up on reflex.
“Hey, uh–we come in peace,” he tries, and then says it again in Trig, for good measure. He doesn’t recognize her, but that doesn’t mean anything. She could be from another clan; there are plenty of them he doesn’t know. Or–his heart trips on the thought–she could be a nightblood. She could have survived because of that, and if she survived–
The girl pulls her gun back and looks at him critically. “Are you Bellamy Blake?”
He blinks a few times. “Um, yeah. I’m Bellamy Blake.”
She sounds skeptical, which doesn’t make any fucking sense. She’s the one who brought it up. There’s no reason for her not to believe him.
“Yeah, really. Did you come out of the bunker? Is my sister with you? Octavia?”
“You’re Bellamy?” she says, like she didn’t hear him. She’s making a face like something smells odd. “I thought you’d be taller.”
“Taller?” he asks.
Raven pokes her head out. “It’s been five minutes and you’re already being held at gunpoint? You sure have a way with people, Bellamy.”
“Look, we don’t want to hurt you,” he tells the girl. “Just–”
“I know,” she says. “You just want to see Clarke.”
kim seokjin x reader genre/warnings—
smut, angst words—
you’ve been lusting after your
brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party,
flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was
months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual
tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…
Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Inferno - Reggie Mantle x Reader Imagine
Warnings: Some swearing, some yelling
Request by @stevrgers:
hey could I request an imagine where the reader has a thing with reggie but it’s super lowkey and reggie wants to keep it that way because he wants to keep her out of the playbook (cause he really cares for her) but the reader perceives his secrecy of their relationship as him being embarrassed to be seen with her by his friends/the school and reader gets upset & reggie is torn cause he wants to tell her about the book but also doesn’t want to get in trouble by the team for exposing their secret
Hope you enjoy it! I’m sorry if it seems a little disjointed. I tried to jam so much into it and it got so long (almost six pages on Word), but here you are!
Iv’e been seeing some of these “Chat room” thingies around and I wanted to try one for myself. I know it’s not very good, but I thought I’d give it a try. I know I didn’t use the entire team, but Its because I didn’t want to keep track of a lot of characters. Requests are open. Enjoy!
A/N: Request from @newton-artemis-thunderpuff. It’s
Halloween tomorrow! *-* I won’t be going out this year but I’ll be seeing
“Thor: Ragnarok” again and that makes up for it! I’m already so excited! Also, this Imagine is free from
Shared Pain || Bucky Barnes x Reader [[soulmate au]]
[prompt: soulmate au where you and your soulmate share each other’s pain]
i’ve found a loophole with my laptop and am able to type my stories in my email drafts ;w; it’s a pain to do it, but….it makes it hella easier for me to write without wearing out my thumbs and making typos.
there’s going to be two versions of this story/prompt with two different characters. the first one (this one) will be a bucky barnes x reader while the second one will be a peter parker x reader.
consider this a late birthday fic for bucky barnes as I try to get used to writing for him ;w;
that being said, lets delve into this first story shall we?
permanent tags: @psychicwitchphilosopher
**don’t repost/plagiarize this story. reblogs are fine**
You didn’t think you had a soulmate because you seldom felt any pain that didn’t originate from your own personal mishaps. If you did have a soulmate, then perhaps he was someone who wasn’t clumsy and had a high tolerance for pain.
But you highly doubted the existence of such a perfect being. After all, everyone could feel pain.
(Loki Imagine: Imagine Thanos targeting Loki’s lover to punish him for his failure to get the Tesseract.) Taken from tumblr. Thor finds you during an intense mission with the Avengers. After disobeying Steve’s orders and saving you, Thor is cornered. Who are you? What were you doing there? How did Thor know you? Knowing he has to answer all of these questions, Thor explains everything.
Thor looked at her with mixed feelings. At first, he felt shock. It came in waves, raising the hairs on his body. He felt confusion and denial. He thought this must be some illusion and went on with the mission. Then he heard her. He heard her screaming his name as loud as she could.
“Thor! Thor please!” Over and over. Disobeying Steve’s orders, he went back for her. He broke her loose, and grabbed onto her tight. Using his hammer, they flew out of there. Back on the Helicarrier, he knew he was going to have to explain. He was going to have to answer questions. Painful ones. He wished he didn’t have to. He wished he didn’t have to say what he knew about this girl, but now was not the time for wishing.
He looked up from his hands where he tried to hide. He sat in a chair next to her. She was completely knocked out. Covered in bandages and a very big blanket, she laid in one of Tony’s personal hospital beds. He bought some just-in-cases, and kept them in a medical wing of the Avengers Tower. Thor looked in front of him. Natasha, Tony, and Steve stood in front of him, waiting. He felt a little scared, but mostly distraught.
“Who is she?” Natasha asked. The question lingered around the room. His shoulders dropped. He felt the weight getting bigger.
“It’s a very long story, Lady Natasha,” Thor replied. He half-hoped he could leave the answer at that.
“Was she your girlfriend before Jane?” asked Tony. He tried to be polite about it, but Tony had his own way of saying things as always. Thor chuckled.
“No, no,” Thor smiled. “Lady Jane is the only woman who has captured my affections completely. This young woman is more of my sister. I care for her very deeply, but not in the romantic sense.” The three Avengers tried to make sense of what Thor was saying. Natasha narrowed in eyebrows out of curiosity. Steve tried side-glancing at Natasha for help. Tony kept talking.
“Thor, I don’t mean to be insensitive, but I think there’s more to this story than you’re letting off,” Tony pointed out. Nat and Steve nodded in agreement.
“You wanted to make sure we brought her back here safe and sound,” Tony walked towards the hospital bed. “We saved a lot of people, but you specifically wanted to bring her back here. Why? I mean, if she is not your girlfriend or anything romantically then who exactly is she?” Thor looked long and hard at Tony, Steve, and Natasha.
“If I tell you who she is, you must promise me to let me explain before taking any action,” Thor’s voice almost sounded like his father’s, like a ruler instead of a friend. The three looked at each other, and nodded in agreement.
“Okay, if she is that important then okay,” Tony said. “Who is she?” Thor cleared his throat and with a very serious voice he said,
“She is Loki’s fiancée.”
After some shouting, some scrambling, and an argument from Tony that was cut short by Nat because Tony said, “Her life shouldn’t be worth that much” and Natasha may or may not have put a knife to his throat and made him swear not to touch her. The four Avengers settled in the living room with some tea except Tony who felt he needed ‘a real drink’ instead. Thor felt their curious eyes on him, and he took that as a cue to start.
“Where to begin,” he sighed.
“How about you start with how you met her?” Natasha’s voice sounded more soothing than usual. She smiled a little, trying to encourage Thor to go on.
“Well,” Thor smiled back finally feeling some comfort. “The first time I met her was when I was with Loki and my friends. We all snuck out of the palace to go and drink at pubs when we were much younger. Lady Sif asked me if she could bring her along her best friend, Lady (Y/N). Fandral agreed immediately because he was dying for more female company. Some planning was involved on Loki’s and Fandral’s parts. They wanted to map out where we should go. My friends, Loki, and I took some horses from the stables and we settled at the first pub while we waited for the girls. Loki was complaining about waiting for them when they came in. Usually, Sif would be in armor, but for this night, she donned a beautiful dress. I will admit I did not want to look away, neither did Fandral or Volstagg. Loki, on the other hand, did not look at Sif at all.
“He was looking at (Y/N). I never seen him so engrossed with any girl before. He had kissed and danced with other girls, but this was different. He looked at her as if she was a book he always wanted to read. Sif introduced all of us to her. (Y/N) smiled with such grace and warmth; she was as beautiful as ever. I remember her first words to me. ‘Sif was right about you. You do look like a hero.” Thor had smiled for a bit allowing himself to return to the memory.
“Sif introduced her to Loki last. You remind me of her, Lady Natasha. Sif was very protective of (Y/N) at that time. She looked like she didn’t want Loki to even breathe the same air as (Y/N). Loki stood up and offered her his seat, but before she could sit down, Sif narrowed her eyes and said ‘Don’t you dare even try’ and sat her next to Hogun. That did not matter though, Loki always gets what he wants.” Thor chuckled.
“How so?’ Steve asked.
“Well, it was only the first pub of the night,” Thor continued with his natural talent of storytelling. “We were all drinking wines and meads, experimenting what tasted better. At the second pub, Fandral kept flirting with Sif, so she was preoccupied while Volstagg, Hogun, and I started a drinking contest with each other. I was determined to out drink both of them even though Volstagg was much bigger than me. No one paid attention to Loki drinking with (Y/N) alone. He whispered little things into her ear and she smiled. He didn’t touch her, but his fingers were always inches away from her. The 3rd pub was extremely crowded. It was so late in the night that many people were drunk, singing songs, and fighting all around us. No one had noticd who we were or how old we were.
“Sif ended up sitting on Fandral’s and my lap. Hogun went home after not being able to hold his own very well, and (Y/N) sat in Loki’s lap. He kept whispering things into her ear, and she would whisper right back. Loki had his arms all over her. Sif didn’t look too happy at what was happening. She asked the pair several times what they were talking about, but neither would reveal the subject. Then, as we went home, the sun was rising. Volstagg carried a passed out Fandral on his horse, Sif was falling asleep on mine. Loki had (Y/N) on his horse. Both of them were drunk and laughing. I remember watching him kiss her as he escorted her home. It wasn’t his first kiss, but it was hers.” Thor smiled at the warm memory.
“What else do you remember about her?” Natasha said. She and Steve became excited to hear more of his memories. Tony stayed back, not yet enchanted by Thor’s words or stories about Asgard.
“So much,” he began. “After the pub night, she was around the palace more. As much as I enjoy Sif’s company, (Y/N)’s company was much more pleasant. She was the complete antithesis of Sif. Where Sif would train for days on end with the Warriors Three and me, Lady (Y/N) would spend her days dancing, reading, and have etiquette training. At balls, she would dance with such grace and ease. Her conversations were always interesting and knowledgable. Once I jumped in one of her ‘famous conversations’ at the wrong time.”
“Was it about something dirty?” Tony asked out of the blue hoping to find interest.
“No, it was about something disgusting, I’m afraid. All I remember is her describing how she cleaned horse shit off the gown she was wearing. She thrived at balls. I did not get to dance with her as much as I wanted to, but when I did, it was always wonderful. Loki would hardly let any other man dance with her. He became very possessive after an incident.”
“Incident?” Steve arched his eyebrow.
“(Y/N) finished her education, and therefore it was time for her to find a suitor, at last according to her parents. At one particular ball, Loki noticed a young man dancing with her for most of the night. He was the son of a respected member of the council. At the end of the night, the young man kissed her cheek and told her how beautiful she was. She blushed. Loki was furious. His face went red, and he kept pacing back and forth until he stormed off. Later that night, (Y/N) came up to me and asked where Loki was. We searched for him, but there was no trace. (Y/N) felt worried and slightly hurt. The next day I hear my father scolding Loki for playing a nasty trick on the councilman’s son.
“What did he do?” Tony smiled, suddenly interested.
“He gave the poor boy a horse’s nose with hooves to match.” The four Avengers laughed out loud, and Tony sat with Steve and Nat to hear more. They shared their drinks with each other and Thor continued on. “Loki would read with her in the library. He drank tea with her every day. He dueled with weaker opponents to make himself look stronger in front of her. They had a very strong friendship. (Y/N)’s famous conversations at balls turned into Loki and (Y/N)’s famous conversations. Everyone who knew them thought they would be a great match for the other. It was very hard to get him to admit his feelings for her.”
“He was scared of rejection wasn’t he?” Steve interjected.
“Yes,” Thor answered right away. “I don’t know why. I tried telling him to just tell her or she feels the same way, but he never believed me. I wanted to tell (Y/N) myself, but then I didn’t have to. My father took us on more dangerous missions and places. An adjacent kingdom was going through a civil war. My father thought it was time for the Warriors Three, Sif, Loki and I to fight in our first war. My mother and (Y/N) were so terrified. My mother argued with my father up and down for two weeks about it. She even threatened to go on a hunger strike, but it was time. We had to do this. Both of them had a very hard time saying their goodbyes. (Y/N) didn’t look Loki in the eye as he said goodbye to her. He misunderstood it as apathy. What I did not know until later was that (Y/N) grew more scared every day for Loki. She would read his favorite works and she wore green hoping it would bring him luck. When we came home, she hugged all of us very hard and crying for joy until she saw Loki.
“She stopped everything and ran to him crying even harder. She grabbed him and kissed him in front of everyone. I think that’s when Loki knew. We had a small celebration that night, and sometime during the middle of it, (Y/N) and Loki disappeared. Fandral found them in the gardens. Sif wanted me to come along and spy on them because after all this time, she did not believe Loki’s intentions to be good. And she was proved wrong. Loki confessed his love for her, and they embraced. It was endearing, and I was jealous.”
“Jealous?” Nat said not believing the words that came out of his mouth. “Of your brother?”
“He had true love, something I did not understand or want yet, but he had it,” Thor continued. “Loki was always much more mature, level-headed, and intelligent than I was. Of course, it would make sense for him to find something like that before I did. But he was happy. They were both so happy after that. In fact, I caught them sneaking into his room that very night. She did not come out until the next morning.”
“You mean?” one of the three said.
“Oh yes, Loki made me promise not to tell Sif or anyone for that matter. He begged me not to, and (Y/N) ran away from his room before anyone could put the pieces together. They were deep in love. The day he asked for her hand was so glorious. It was her name day, and he made an intricate puzzle box that when it opened it revealed a beautiful ring and he recited a poem to go along with it. She said yes, and I gained a sister. There was no one more honorable or more worthy than she was. Everything was so wonderful until the Frost Giants.”
“I’m assuming you’re referring to the time you were exiled here?” Tony asked. “I remember your files.” Thor nodded his head.
“During that time, Loki found out his true parentage, and that Odin would never give him the throne. He seized Asgard as his own, and (Y/N)’s parents became scared of their impending marriage. So, they hid her away. Sif and the warriors three helped, all of them in fear of what Loki would do to her.”
“Do to her? Did he threaten to hurt her?” Nat asked.
“No, he would never hurt her, but I was the only one to believe that. He became more violent. More unhinged. Sif would tell me how (Y/N) would cry every night because she only wanted to help Loki and that he needed her. She didn’t understand that he succumbed to the darkness around him. He sent out parties to find where she was hiding. Eventually, he had her parents thrown in the dungeon because they would not say. Then, our fight happened, and Loki killed himself, or so we thought. (Y/N) became so heartbroken, she considered suicide as well.
“Sif would visit her every day, and her parents had arranged for her to marry someone else. Until Loki was spotted on Midgard.”
“Germany,” Steve said.
“Yes, Heimdall burst into the palace informing everyone about this. Odin immediately allowed me to go to Midgard and try to bring him home. As I left, I had hoped to bring back my brother. What I did not expect was to lose a sister when I came back.”
“No,” Thor looked to the ground in defeat. “She was taken by Thanos. After Loki failed him, Thanos’ men were seen at (Y/N)’s residence. They took her, and she wasn’t seen again. No one could find her, not even Heimdall. Sif went on a rampage. I have never seen her so angry or so saddened. My heart broke to think my almost sister was taken so suddenly, and I let her slip through my fingers. Loki had no idea until his trial after New York.”
“Loki didn’t know she was taken?” Nat asked. “He had no idea at all?”
“No. I will always remember the look on his face when he found out. He was terrified. However, this did not stop my father from rubbing this loss in his face.”
“And you haven’t seen her since until tonight?” Nat replied.
“Yes,” Thor nodded. “We all assumed she died. That Thanos murdered her as punishment for Loki’s failures. Loki was sick to his stomach for weeks in his cell, or so I am told. To see her here, to know she is alive.” Thor’s voice trailed off.
“What do you want to do now?” Steve asked. “You wanted to explain before we took action.”
“Lady (Y/N) is a kind, loving soul,” Thor said. “I don’t know if she still loves Loki, but please do not place judgment on her. She is good. Please do not punish her because of Loki.”
“Done, but I want to ask her a few questions about Thanos and where she’s been,” Tony took the last sip of his second drink.
“And we must tell Loki that she is alive and here.” Thor ordered, sounding like his father again.
“Do you think that’s a good idea?” Nat said.
“This woman is everything he ever loved. Everything he ever wanted is her,” Thor said. “Before New York, before he found out his true heritage, there was a time where he would have gladly given up the throne and power for her. I love this woman as my own sister, and I am so relived she is safe. Please extend that courtesy to my brother. He deserves to know his love is alive.”
The Avengers took it to Fury, explaining the situation. SHIELD had their say and laid out rules. Loki had to be in chains, escorted by Thor at all times, and he must obey every order given to him. Loki was brought to the Tower somewhat confused, but apathetic. Loki donned some Midgardian-like clothing. He did not know what to expect until he reached his brother’s mournful face.
“Did that old oaf finally die?” Loki’s venomous words made Thor inhale sharply.
“That oaf is our father—
“Your father,” Loki corrected. “So, did he or did he not?”
“This is not about the Allfather, Loki,” Thor tried to explain, hoping his brother would listen. “This is about someone entirely different.”
“Who then?” Loki asked. The chains clinked slightly as he moved. Loki smiled wickedly. “Is it your Jane? Or your friends? Hm?” Thor frowned at Loki.
“This is about Lady (Y/N),” Thor said. Loki froze. The wicked smile deteriorated and anger grew in its place. His nostrils flared. His eyes stared daggers at him.
“What about Lady (Y/N)?” Loki spat. “Do you wish for me to remind you of what I know? Is that why you brought me here? So you can show your little friends how everything is my fault again? Do you wish to gloat how your lover is safe and sound while—
“She is alive, Loki,” Thor cut in.
“(Y/N) is alive,” Thor pointed to the room behind him. Behind a glass wall lay (Y/N). Her hair spread out on the pillow. She breathed steadily, and all cuts seemed to be healed. Her body covered in blankets.
“I found her during this last mission,” Thor explained, hoping to ease the shock. “I don’t know how she got there, but she was there. Loki, she was so cold. Her whole body was ice.” Loki stopped all talking at once. His breathing hitched, and he started walking towards the glass wall. He dragged the chains behind him and studied her. The way she slept, the way she breathed, her hair, her hands, everything. Tears formed in his eyes.
“Thor,” Loki said in a low voice. “I may have caused you pain in the past, even threaten your loved ones, but this? This is cruel. This is a very cruel trick, brother.”
“This is no trick.”
“She died, Thor!” Loki shouted at him. “(Y/N) was murdered! She was taken from her safe abode and was murdered because of me! I failed! This was Thanos’ punishment! I failed him! I murdered her!” Loki’s crying hushed everyone around them.
“Loki,” Thor started. “I thought she died too, but look at her. That is her. I know it is. We found her during a mission. She is alive. I assure you that is her in there.” Thor took his brother’s shoulder and massaged it. Loki pressed his forehead against the glass.
“I have to know. I need to make sure it’s her, please,” Thor looked at Tony and Steve for clearance. Steve immediately nodded his head. Tony exhaled.
“Let him in, Tony,” Pepper said quietly behind him. Tony nodded his head as well, giving in to the pressure. Thor escorted Loki into the room. They both stepped carefully closer to her bed. A steady beep of the heart monitor and Loki’s nervous breathing were the only things that could be heard. He reached the side of her bed, and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. After the gentle touch, Loki put his hand down. His lip quivered, and suddenly he couldn’t take it anymore. Loki broke down over her, sobbing hard.
REQUEST: @dannyfilipame - Hey! Can you do a Finn wolfhard x reader where the reader is afraid of telling finn that she’s in love with him and then she tries to practice about her speech with her friend but then finn comes in and gets jealous ?? By the way I love what you’ve written ^^
NOTE: so this idea was really cute and I hope you all enjoy it!!!!
PLOT: Finn eavesdrops on your conversation with Sadie and Millie and accidentally becomes jealous of himself.
WORD COUNT: 1336
It was a late Sunday afternoon and you were hanging out with Sadie and Millie. It was one of those weekends where you all had interviews and photoshoots to do as a cast and the easiest solution was to put you all up in a giant hotel room together. The three of you were sharing one of the bedrooms and the other boys were split into two other rooms. You were laying down on your bed while Sadie and Millie were sitting on the floor below you.
“Finn Wolfhard started a live video” Millie said from the floor. “How come he never live streams with us around?” You opened up Instagram on your phone and clicked on Finn’s live video. Turns out Finn was only a few feet away in the kitchen where he and Gaten were making some goofy cooking video. The three of you were all watching the video from your own phones laughing at the boys on screen.
“Finn is hilarious, I don’t know where he gets this stuff from” Sadie said.
“Where does he get his clothes from?” Millie said. “That boy totally needs a fashion intervention!”
“He still looks cute though” you whispered under your breath.
“I knew it!” Millie shouted. Apparently, you weren’t good at whispering. “You totally like Finn!”
“Oh my god, do you actually?” Sadie exclaimed.
You could feel the blush growing on your face so grabbed the nearest pillow and covered your face with it. “No, I don’t like Finn!” You mumbled from underneath.
“Y/N likes Finn! Y/N likes Finn!” Mille sang in a teasing way.
“Just admit that you like him!” Sadie suggested. “You two would be so cute together anyways!”
“Definitely! I’ve seen the way he looks at you!” Millie added. “You should tell him how you feel!”
You sat up on the bed, tossing the pillow at Millie below. “I have no idea how to tell him. And even if, if! I told Finn, he’d say no anyways since he probably doesn’t like me that way!” You said.
“Come on,” Sadie said, “he totally likes you that way!”
“You just need to get your confidence up!” Millie chimed. “You should practice what you would say to him!”
“Yeah and we can give you tips to help you out!” Sadie added.
You looked at your friends and thought for a minute. You could take your friend’s advice and tell Finn that you like him and he ends up liking you back or you could tell him and he rejects you and it ruins everything between you both. Crazy as it was, you decided to take Sadie and Millie’s advice.
“How would I even start?” You asked.
“Just, start saying some stuff and we’ll tell you if it sounds bad or not” Millie said.
You took a deep breath before starting to speak. “Well um, I really like the way he’s so nice to everyone around him and everyone he meets. He’s sweet, he’s hilarious and he always knows how to me make laugh or brighten up my day.”
“That’s good! Keep going!” Sadie encouraged.
Outside the in the hall Finn was still live streaming on instagram. “That’s enough of kitchen time with Gaten, let’s go see what Y/N is up to!” Finn approached your door which was propped open a few inches. Just as he was about to walk in, he heard you talking and stopped outside to listen, leaning against the wall.
“His smile is beautiful, I mean that smile could cure cancer. His eyes are so soft and I love his hair and the way he always runs his fingers through it.” You said.
“Anything else?” Millie asked.
“He has an odd sense of fashion sometimes but he always ends up looking good no matter what.” You added.
Finn having overheard everything you just said felt defeated. After realising that he was still live streaming, he brought his phone up so he was looking into the camera. “Actually, I think Y/N is busy and everyone else is boring so I’m just going to cut this live stream short. Sorry guys, thanks for watching, bye!” Finn ended the stream and locked his phone. He pushed himself off the wall and headed back to his room where he found Caleb. Finn slammed the door and headed over to his bed where he flopped himself down onto the mattress.
“Everything good, bro?” Caleb asked, picking up on Finn’s behaviour.
“No,” Finn answered. “Nothing is good right now.”
Finn sat up and sighed. “Well I was passing by the girls’ room where I overheard Y/N talking.” He said.
“Talking about what?” Caleb asked.
“She was talking about some guy that she’s totally in love with and it wasn’t me, basically.” Finn explained.
“Did she say his name?” Caleb wondered.
“No. But I could tell it wasn’t me.” Finn stated and flopped back down on the bed.
Both Finn and Caleb’s phones chimed. “It’s the group chat. Sadie is asking when we are all going to go eat dinner.” Caleb said. “Gaten says that we should go now.”
“Fine,” Finn huffed. “Let’s go.”
Everyone met at the front door, ready to go for dinner.
Dinner was nice but for some reason things felt different between you and Finn. Normally you two always sit next to each other but tonight he sat on the other end of the table. You still tried to make conversation but Finn stayed silent for most of the night. Once you all got back to your hotel, you pulled Finn aside so you could see what was up.
“Finn can I talk to you for a second?” You asked, grabbing his arm to stop him from walking past.
“Yea… I guess.” He answered and followed you to your room.
You sat down on your bed and motioned for him to join you. He sat down leaving a noticeable gap between you both. “What’s up with you? You seem off tonight” you asked him.
“What’s it to you?” Finn snarked back.
“Um, because I care about you. You’ve hardly talked all night and not just to me but everyone else too.” You said.
“Why don’t you go care about that boy you love so much with the soft eyes and smile that could cure cancer!” Finn stated, crossing him arms and looking away from you.
You were confused, not understanding what he meant and who he was talking about. “Who? What are you talking about, Finn?” You questioned.
“I overheard you earlier talking to Millie and Sadie in your room going on about some boy you love” Finn explained.
The gears clicked in your head and you let out a laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Finn asked, “Why are you laughing?”
You let out a sigh. “I was um, talking about you earlier.” You smiled.
Finn looked confused. “What?”
“Millie and Sadie have been bugging me for months to tell you how I feel about you and so I was building up the confidence to tell you in person” you blushed.
Finn shuffled closer to you on the bed. “How do you feel about me?” He asked, looking you in the eyes.
You reached up to tuck your hair behind your ear and looked away before answering. “Um, basically I’m in love with you” you said, just loud enough for Finn to hear. You could feel the heat on your cheeks.
Finn laughed himself. “Well, I feel like an idiot now.” He said
You looked up at him slightly. “Why’s that?”
“Well, you see, I thought you were talking about some other guy who wasn’t me and so I got jealous.” Finn blushed.
“Why were you jealous?” You asked.
“Because I’m in love with you too.” Finn admitted.
Before you could say anything more, Finn had already gotten closer and kissed you on the lips. As he pulled away you were already smiling.
“You’re cute when you’re jealous, you know that Finn?” You joked.
Finn smiled back. “Well, you’re always cute, Y/N.”
Imagine Moriarty taking you shopping for clothes (changing room smut)
like this one,” Jim holds up
a black mini skirt. “And this.” He picks up a black, low-cut top.
Very sexy. Not your kind of thing really, but Moriarty gets what
Moriarty wants when it comes to you, so you smile and agree. “Let’s
go try them, come on.” He takes your hand and leads you to the
afriad you can’t go in there with her, Sir.” The woman tells him,
as you walk past her to the cubicles.
afraid it’s the only way you’re going to get any money.” He smiles
what is a seemingly charming smile, but you know it better. It’s his
don’t-fuck-with-me-darling smile. You’ve seen it enough. The woman
sighs and turns away, giving up, so you and Jim go into the room
that’s furthest away from anyone else. Once he locks the door, you
look around. The room is completely mirrored, you can see yourself
from every angle, reflected infinitely from mirror to mirror. Jim
looks at you and you smile a little. “Turn around, beautiful.” He
tells you, and you do so immediately. He slowly unzips the back of
your dress and it falls to the ground. His lips press against your
neck and you shiver, partially due to the sudden change in body
temperature, and partially due to the contact with him. By his order,
you’re not wearing any lingerie today, so you’re completely naked,
staring at yourself in the mirror, with him behind you, staring at
you in the mirror too. You smile a little. “Dear God, you are a
specimen, aren’t you?” His eyes drink you in, every little exposed
inch of your body. Regardless of your flaws, he will always find you
stunningly beautiful, perfect.
you, darling.” You giggle lightly as his hands run over your
breasts and tugs at your now-hard nipples. He kisses your neck,
biting down softly. You moan a little, and lean your body back into
him. He moves his mouth to your collar bone and kisses wetly across
it. “Oh, Jim…” You whisper. He gently pushes you against the
mirror, so your face is up against it.
there, my beautiful girl.” He reaches down, you watch him in the
mirror, and gets the skirt. “Try it on, baby.” He hands it to
you. You put it on slowly, purposfully bending all the way down,
giving him a full view of your ass.
me up, babe?” You ask, tease in your voice. He zips you up and
looks at your reflection.
lovely on you.” He smiles. The skirt is very, very short – of
he’d like it. You sigh and laugh.
you, dear.” You suddenly feel his slap on your butt. You gasp.
He mocks your tone of voice with a grin. He pushes you against the
wall once more, except this time in the corner, so that your hands
are on both walls and you’re bent over. You hear his zipper and your
Really?” You ask, your voice a loud whisper.
really.” You watch his smile in the reflection. You move your hands
lower down the walls so you have better support to hold your body. He
smacks you again and you grit your teeth.
man…” You laugh lightly. You love how bad he is - it’s a
massive, massive turn on for you. You feel his erection press against
your leg. Damn.
love me really.”
girl.” He strokes your ass and kisses down your spine. His member
teases your hole and your heart is in your mouth. “I’m so hard for
should be.” You retort, making him smile.
suddenly fills you. You don’t expect it, so you shout out. “Shush,
shush, baby. We’re in a shop, remember?” He asks, laughing.
yeah….” You giggle and as you move, you feel your body move
against his penis, moving it further inside of you. He then begins
properly, going in and out, in and out, slowly. Damn, it feels good,
you feel so full – full of him, this man that you love more than
anything else. His one hand holds across your stomach, so he doesn’t
fall, and the other goes further south, massaging your button almost
mercilessly. His fingers spread you and enter you and you bite you
lip trying not to shout out. He puts a third finger in you and you
feel the stretch. Heat builds up inside you and each time he thrusts
fully into you, you see stars. You both moan and groan and pant
loudly, louder than you should in a public place.
He asks, his sweat dripping onto your back.
Ah! Jim! Fuck!” You come without warning, and he does too,
immediately after, shouting your name in one incoherent moan. You
stay there for a moment, panting, and see the white substance
dripping down your inner thigh slowly. You close your eyes and are
vaguely aware of his hands on your leg.
He whispers, his fingers by your mouth. Upon further inspection, you
see that he has collected some of his sperm on them. “Lick them,
baby girl.” You grab his fingers and suck on them hard. You love
how he tastes. “There’s my good girl.” He smiles against your
bare skin, and stands you up properly, turning you around to kiss you
TWO GET OUT NOW!” A voice shouts from the other side of the door.
You’ve been caught.
a shame…” Moriarty mutters, holding your new skirt out to look at
it. “We didn’t even get a chance to try on the top.”
It’s been two years. Two years since they’ve felt rain on
their faces. Two years since they’ve seen their families, since they’ve spoken
to their families. Two years since they really started to learn what war was.
Two years since they stopped being teenagers and became soldiers. Two years
since they left Earth. Three, for Shiro.
But now they’re going back. They’re going home.
Well, for a little while, at least. The war isn’t over.
The Galra Empire has been taking over the universe for over 10,000 years, it
can’t be taken down in simply two. But in two years, the Voltron Alliance has
grown substantially, and they’ve taken down enough Galra higher ups that
Voltron is almost universally known and called upon, and with fame, comes
questions. It’s not a secret anymore that the five Paladins of Voltron are from
Earth. Everybody knows, so there’s no point in avoiding Earth anymore. At
least, that’s what the Paladins keep telling Allura. Earth is vulnerable now;
it’s a target, and with it’s technology as unadvanced as it was when they left,
they’re at a serious disadvantage if the Galra ever attacked. They probably
still have no idea that aliens even exist. Earth needs Voltron. Earth
needs the Voltron Alliance, and the Voltron Alliance needs Earth.
Also, Lance just really needs his mom.
So, here they are, entering the Milky Way Galaxy, all
waiting anxiously at their stations on the control deck.
“Ha! Boom, bitches! Wi-fi is up!” Pidge punches her fists
in the air in triumph and ignores the half-hearted look her father shoots her
when she says “bitches”.
The others have long since gotten used to Pidge and her
amazing technical ability, but they still all look at her in shock, except for
Matt. He had obviously helped her.
“Pidge, how the hell did you get wi-fi in space?”
Keith asks incredulously.
Lance nods in agreement. “Seriously. Tell me how I can’t
get a signal in the desert outside of Galaxy Garrison, but you can get one past
At this, Pidge snorts and raises an eyebrow at them. “You
didn’t have me. Or amazingly amplifying Altean technology.”
“Something tells me it was mostly the Altean tech.”
“Shh and bow before my genius.”
Pidge, Hunk, and Lance all immediately grab their phones
and start scrolling on them, ignoring Coran’s announcement that they’ll be to
Earth in two dobashes.
“Oh my god. They told everybody we’re all dead. We have a
memorial!” Pidge exclaims.
Bucky had been with HYDRA
for years now until they give him a girl to kill. A failed experiment he needs
to get rid of, but instead of doing as they tell him he keeps her as his. He
protects her, feeds her, maybe even loves her. HYDRA realizes that she is a
great way to keep him in check so they let the winter soldier keep his
This series will be 18+ (dark themes, sexual references, bad words, eventual smut).
Y/N laid in her bed, her covers pulled up to her chin, watching the latest episode of her favorite tv show. She laughed as the main character said something funny before the show went to a commercial. She heard the front door door open and close and two male voices laughing from the kitchen, instantly recognizing them. Her twin brother, Braden, and one his best friends, Tom.
She blushed as she heard Tom laugh, remembering what had happened between the two of them the week before. His lips against hers. Hands exploring each other’s bodies. Tongues fighting for dominance. Undressing each other. Their naked bodies against each other. Her core ached just thinking about the memory.
Throwing her covers off, she checked herself in the mirror. Her pink shorts showed off her tan legs and her black tank top hugged her curves perfectly. She pulled her hair into a messy bun on the top of her head before walking down the stairs.
“Hey guys,” she said, walking into the living room.
“Hey,” Braden said, glancing over at her.
Tom smiled at her before quickly turning his gaze on the wood floors. His cheeks turned a slight shade of red and Y/N smiled, knowing exactly what he was thinking about.
“What are you two up to today?” Y/N asked, stealing a bite of Braden’s peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
“Having a movie marathon. We’re just waiting for Harrison. He said he’s getting home soon and then I’m going to go over and pick him up. You’re more than welcome to join us if you want.”
Tom sat down on the large couch while Braden sat down in the arm chair. Y/N sat on the other end of the couch, resting her back against the arm of the couch, pulling her knees up to her chest. Braden’s eyes shifted between the two of them, aware that they were interacting as much as they normally did.
“Are you guys ok?” Braden asked.
Tom’s brown eyes glanced over at Y/N. “Yea. Everything is fine. Why?”
“You two are more quiet than normal. It’s kinda weird.”
Just then as if Harrison knew Braden needed to be saved from the awkward situation, his phone vibrated. Braden read the text message and stood up, taking his car keys out of his pocket.
“I’m going to get Harrison. You two work out whatever is going on,” he said, his eyes looking between the two of them.
Y/N and Tom watched as Braden left the room, walking towards the front door. The instant the front door slammed behind him, Tom moved over to sit next to Y/N. His fingers locked with her’s as his thumb made small circles against her skin, creating goosebumps.
“I can barely look at you without thinking about what happened the other night,” Tom began. “You have no idea how bad I want it to happen again.”
His brown eyes locked with her’s as he leaned towards her. His lips locked with hers, moving quickly. She felt him readjust his body so that he was leaning against her. She moved her legs apart, pressing her knees against Tom’s sides. Moving her arms she wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer to her.
“How long do we have?” Y/N breathed.
“Half hour,” Tom said, pulling away from her.
He stood up, adjusting his jeans, his erection evident against the material. He held his arm out and Y/N reached for it, allowing him to pull her up. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips as she lead him towards the stairs.
Halfway up the steps, he gently pulled her hand and she turned around. He was on the step below her, smiling. Leaning down, Y/N pressed her lips to his. They instantly moved together and Y/N let out a soft moan as his tongue slid into her mouth. Tom’s hands moved to her waist as she stepped down, standing next to him. His back was pressed against the wall as his hands moved over the material of her tank top. Y/N’s finger played with the waistband of his jeans slipping underneath brushing against his hard length. Tom moaned when her hand wrapped around his length, moving slowly along it.
“Bedroom. Now,” Tom growled.
He grabbed Y/N’s hand and pulled her towards her room, slamming the door shut behind them. He quickly pulled off his jeans and t shirt, tossing them to the floor. Y/N slid off her shorts and tank, making a pile at the bottom of her feet.
Y/N’s eyes scanned Tom’s toned chest as she took a step towards him. Her eyes stayed locked with his as she moved her nails gently along his chest and down towards his waist. Her fingers stopped at the waistband of his black boxers, gently pulling them down. His length sprang free, slapping against his stomach.
Y/N knelt down, running her finger along the tip. Grasping his length, she leaned forward, moving her tongue along the tip. Tom let out a loud moan as her lips slowly began to move along his length. She slowly began to increase the pace each time she moved her lips over him. Tom thrust his hips forward allowing her to take him even deeper.
“Oh fuck,” Tom moaned as she felt his length twitch.
Y/N pulled her mouth off just as Tom was about to release. She smirked as she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her bed. Tom’s fingers moved to her underwear and them down her legs before Y/N laid down, resting her head against her pillows. She watched as Tom pulled his boxers down before crawling on top of her, resting his hands next to her head.
His lips pressed against her’s, moving quickly. Tom gripped his length and slid it along her folds, teasing her.
“Damn it Tom,” Y/N gasped as his length rubbed against her sensitive spot.
“Be patient love,” Tom murmured into the kiss.
Y/N pulled her knees towards her and lifted her hips up against Tom’s. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders leaving little half moon crescents scattered across his skin.
Y/N placed her hand on top of Tom’s and helped him guide his length into her. She moaned as he slowly pushed in before pulling back out. He gently pushed the tip in and pushed as far as he could go before staying still. He allowed her a moment to adjust to him before he started to slowly thrust.
Her nails moved along his back, leaving red marks for the world to see. Tom rested his head against Y/N’s shoulder, his heavy breathing causing goosebumps against her skin. The pace that Tom was going was driving Y/N wild. She wanted him to go faster but she loved being able to feel her high slowly approaching.
That familiar knot was forming in her stomach and she knew she only a few thrusts away before her high approached. Tom began to thrust a bit quicker and with three more her walls clenched around him. At the same time she felt him release into her. The room was filled with moans and a string of profanities from Tom.
Tom rolled over, laying in the empty spot next to Y/N. Their heavy breathing filled the room as they both recovered from their highs. Tom’s fingers locked with Y/N’s as he rolled over to look at her.
“I think it’s time we go on a proper date,” he declared.
Y/N nodded, agreeing with him. “Tomorrow? 5 o clock,” Tom said.
Before Y/N had time to respond the front door slammed closed. They could hear Braden and Harrison talking as the two of them looked at each other. They both scrambled off the bed and rushed around the room to find their misplaced clothes.
“Y/N? Tom?” Braden called from the bottom of the stairs.
“Up here! Be there in a minute!” Tom called, pulling his jeans on.
“Do I look ok?” he whispered to Y/N.
Y/N hooked her bra and glanced over at him. His brown hair was a mess and she walked over and fixed before nodding. He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss before slipping out of her room and heading down the stairs.
Y/N finished getting dressed and fixed her hair before heading down stairs, thinking of the best possible way to tell her brother that she was about to go on a date with his best friend.
POTC 5: Barbossa, Salazar, and an Alternate Ending
I have been a big fan of the POTC franchise since the beginning, and while I honestly think that Disney is trying too hard to milk every last penny from it and that POTC 5 should be the last of the series (or perhaps that it should have ended before now), I will say that, despite its flaws, the most recent installment wrapped up a lot of loose ends nicely and gave us some great additions to POTC lore and character development. While Jack, unfortunately, suffered a bit in this film–his usual wit and charm replaced almost entirely with attempts at comic relief–Barbossa and Salazar generally make up for it.
Throughout the series, Barbossa has been, in my opinion, one of the most morally ambiguous and well-developed characters, and this installment only furthered my convictions. Originally viewed as a villain opposite Jack, Will, and Elizabeth in the first film, by film number three, he has teamed up with the main couple to help rescue Jack and fight against the “bigger” Big Bads Davy Jones and the British Navy. Here, he is portrayed as being a bit more noble (well, by pirate standards, anyway) and shows great respect for Elizabeth as the Pirate King when she steps up and leads them into battle. By film number four, he has apparently become a privateer (though primarily out of a desire to hunt down Blackbeard in revenge for taking The Pearl, and with it, his leg) but this endeavor doesn’t last long, and as soon as Blackbeard is off the radar, he goes back to his pirating ways. And even AS a privateer, we see a moment of what cruelty he is capable of when he leaves his crew to die at the hands of the mermaids. Nevertheless, he pretty much fully redeems himself in the most recent film through his relationship with his daughter. While, admittedly, it was a bit cheesy and perhaps somewhat out of character at times, I loved the implication that there was once a woman Barbossa genuinely loved and that, upon her death, thinking himself incapable of raising the child, he was actually strong enough to do the right thing and find a place to take her in. It was strange yet incredibly touching getting to see this softer side of Barbossa. The moment Carina slapped him for (supposedly) insulting her father, you could see it in his eyes that he was torn between feeling hurt and ashamed of what he was and simultaneously being proud of her for having the guts to stand up to a pirate of his stature in defense of her father. I would honestly have loved to get an entire film’s worth of father/daughter moments between these two, and after seeing him come so far as to be willing to sacrifice himself for her safety, I really hated to see him go. More on that later…
As for Salazar, I am not yet quite sure what to think about him or how to categorize his character. On the one hand, we have to remember that we are (technically) rooting for the “bad guys” by society’s standards, and while we all love Jack & co., pirates were a real and troubling threat to merchant vessels, the navy, etc. Not everyone they attacked deserved it, and not all pirates are as morally decent as Jack, Will, Elizabeth, etc. usually are. In his mind, Salazar is doing his duty to society and protecting the innocent. Yes, we get a glimpse of him refusing to show mercy to a group of pirates who have surrendered, but to be fair, had their roles been reversed, many pirates might not have shown mercy either. Additionally, Salazar has a personal motivation to dislike pirates, as they were responsible for the deaths of both his father and grandfather–men whom he looked up to, respected, and probably loved. We don’t know exactly how old he was when this happened, but if he was still a child at the time, it would have been EXTREMELY difficult for his mother, as a single woman during a time when most respectable women were not employed much outside the home, to support him and herself. Furthermore, Jack–as a boy–both humiliated him and doomed him to what must have felt like an eternity of a ghostly/undead existence trapped in the Devil’s Triangle. I was reminded, here, of a parallel between the Salazar/Jack relationship and that of Captain Hook and Peter Pan… Jack, much like Peter, is the young, cocky boy who somehow manages to get the best of the more experienced, older sailor. In the original novel, there is actually a line about how Hook (who is stuck in a place which for a child is paradise but for an adult is a living nightmare) feels like a lion in trapped in a cage into which a sparrow has flown. Similarly, Salazar himself tells us that he is the one who gave Jack the surname “Sparrow” because he was “up in the crow’s nest…like a…like a little bird.” Whether or not the parallels were intentional, I don’t know, but as a long-time fan of Hook, it definitely made Salazar a more interesting and sympathetic character to me. On the other hand, Salazar is incredibly legalistic (like Inspector Javert on steroids), obsessive, merciless, and unnecessarily cruel. I realize the Spanish and English navies weren’t exactly friendly toward each other, but you have to admit, Salazar and his crew slaughtering the members of the British navy who enter the Devil’s Triangle was rather uncalled for. It’s like he did it just because he could. He is also so focused on ending Jack’s life that he leaves his newly un-cursed crew to drown at the bottom of the sea. Then again…Barbossa did almost the exact same thing with his privateer crew in the previous film when he left them for the mermaids, and we still root for him… Why is it that when Will Turner seeks revenge on Davy Jones for cursing his father or when Barbossa seeks revenge on Blackbeard for stealing the Pearl and the loss of his leg, we root for them, yet when Salazar has an equally legitimate reason to hate Jack, he is a villain? (I know, I know… Because it’s Jack’s story and you can’t really dislike the protagonist. But still…) Salazar is an interesting guy, and it just seemed WAY too easy to have him turn mortal for all of five minutes and then immediately kill him off. Plus, I felt bad because DID YOU SEE THE LOOK ON HIS FACE WHEN HE TURNED HUMAN AGAIN?!?! He was practically on the verge of weeping for joy! I really wish they would have allowed for him to potentially return in human form for future films. I also have to wonder, having earlier mentioned his likeness to Javert, if put in a similar situation in which the pirates shattered his illusion of the world as morally black and white, he might have had a change of heart (or ya know…a mental breakdown…). Either way, I wish we got more Salazar.
…Which brings me back to the point I was making before… As moving and poignant as Barbossa’s death was, I don’t believe that was actually necessary. Realistically, with Salazar mortal and his entire crew swept away by the sea, it would have been easy for Jack’s crew to take him out once the anchor was raised and everyone was back onboard the Pearl. He would have been severely outnumbered, and they could have easily killed him or taken him captive. True, you could argue that Barbossa was worried Salazar would get to Carina first and harm her before they were back on the ship, but with him in mortal form, all Carina would really have to do to disable him is give him a swift kick in the face. Besides, if she hadn’t been so overwhelmed in the moment, I don’t think Carina would have willingly let go of her father’s hand. She literally JUST found out that the man who saved her life, the infamous pirate captain of Blackbeard’s former ship The Queen Anne’s Revenge, is the man she has spent her entire life searching for. You can’t convince me that she wouldn’t have clung to him for dear life if she had been in her right mind. I don’t blame her, mind you–it’s a lot to take in in such a short amount of time, and I don’t think she had time to fully process it all, but if she had thought about it, I’m certain she would have refused to let him go.
So imagine it, for a moment….
Barbossa guided her hand to the chain, telling her to hold on as he began to loosen his grip, a sad smile on his face. He only just met his daughter but he was already so proud of her. It was a shame he wouldn’t get to spend more time with her, but perhaps it was better this way. She had slapped him when he had insulted her father before she knew who he was. If she had known then, he thought, she might have slapped him a second time. Perhaps now, at least, she might see him as something more heroic than the disappointment that he was.
It didn’t take long for Carina to realize what he was doing, her face turning white with horror as his fingers began to slip.
“NO!” she screamed, latching onto his wrist. “I’ve spent all my life searching for you, and now I’ve finally found you! I’m not letting you go now!”
He had not planned for this. He had hoped to go out in figurative blaze of glory, hoped that in his death he might redeem himself in her eyes and make up for the years he had left her alone in the world. But she wouldn’t let him have that satisfaction. She wouldn’t let him go that easily. There was a fierce determination in her eyes, eyes that remind him of another woman he had once loved. And so for her sake, he held on–tighter than he has ever held onto anything in his life.
As the anchor rose from the water, he saw the crew of the Pearl coming to their aid.
“Hector!” Jack shouted down at him from the deck where the others have helped him aboard. There was genuine worry in his voice.
Strange, he mused, how far they have come. For as long as they had known each other, they had always alternated between being at each other’s throats and being brothers in arms. He had once gone to the ends of the earth–to hell and back, as it were–for the Pearl…but also partially for Jack, he admitted. And seeing his current expression, he had no doubts that Jack would do the same for him because, at the end of the day, pirates though they were, they would always have each other’s back.
He climbed aboard, soaked to the skin and looking far more like a wet rat than the fearsome captain that he was, Jack and Gibbs each grabbing an arm to steady him while Henry helped Carina. He recalled, for a moment, the highly unorthodox wedding ceremony he’d performed on the deck of this very ship all those years ago and smiled almost fondly at the boy, wondering if perhaps he’d be performing another in a couple of years. He had missed so much of his daughter’s life… He hoped it wasn’t too late to change that.
Apparently, it wasn’t because the moment her feet hit the deck, she was embracing first Henry, then him.
“Father,” she whispered.
And for the first time in many, many years, he felt the sting of tears behind his closed eyes.
But the moment was cut short as the last few feet of the chain holding the anchor rose from the depths of the sea, carrying with it a final passenger who hoisted himself over the railing and onto the deck–Captain Armando Salazar, in the flesh, at last. Long strands of dark hair, no longer floating freely as they had in his ghostly form, were plastered against his face, but his uniform–though stuck to his skin with the weight of the water it had absorbed–was as pristine-looking as ever. His face had a bit of color now–more olive than the ghastly chalky complexion they’d seen before, but it hardly diminished his intimidating presence, his eyes still hard and cold.
But intimidating or not, he was no longer immortal. And without a weapon in his hand or at his side–the sword he usually carried having been lost to the sea in the midst of all the chaos–he was, for all intents and purposes, defenseless. He was outnumbered, out gunned, and on a ship which was not his own. He was at their mercy.
Almost immediately, there were a half a dozen swords pointed at his throat and nearly twice as many pistols aimed at his chest, no longer permeable as mist but made of flesh and bone beneath which lay the beating heart of a man. His weakness became apparent at nearly the same moment that he felt the heat of the sun upon his cheek and the gentle sea breeze ruffle his hair for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. In the span of seconds, his face displayed a vast array of emotions almost too quickly for his mind to keep up–the proud, determined look of a hunter having cornered his prey replaced instantaneously with that of immeasurable joy, realization, fear, rage, and defeated resignation.
Surprisingly, Jack was the first to lower his weapon, but it wasn’t so much a gesture of mercy as it was an insult. There was no need for a weapon now. The Spaniard had climbed aboard the Pearl without any men of his own and was now its captain’s prisoner. His only choice was between Jack’s crew and the sharks…and the latter would be much less forgiving. Having experienced death himself before, Jack knew that no sane man who had escaped such a fate would ever take his own life, no matter how desperate. And even if he had considered it, Salazar’s pride would not allow it.
“It would seem,” Jack said, striding across the deck, “that El Matador del Mar has once again met his match. The butcher’s bill has been paid in full. You and your crew have had your humanity restored–that counts for something, I should think. I took your life once. I’ve no desire to take it again, so what say we simply call it even and agree to disagree until I can drop you off on some nice, deserted island, savvy?”
“My crew,” Salazar spat, “is at the bottom of the sea.”
“Well, that’s not my problem, now, is it? I’m not their captain who left them there to drown.”
The Spaniard took a step toward him, forgetting for a moment that he no longer held the sword which often doubled as his cane. He stumbled, then, landing in a heap at Jack’s feet, as his knees buckled at the searing pain that shot up his leg. He was spewing curses, swearing like the sailor that he was in a garbled mix of Spanish and English so viciously that an onlooker who did not speak a word of either language wouldn’t have needed a translation.
“You…!!!” he seethed. “You took EVERYTHING from me!”
He was clawing at the deck, trying desperately to pull himself up, but his leg was too weak. His mortality had returned in full force, bringing with it the fresh pain of an old wound that he had not been able to feel for years. He dragged himself over to the mast that he might have something to brace himself against, crawling on his hands and knees.
“My pride, my ship, my crew, my family, my life, my very soul…” He propped himself up against the mast, too tired and too ashamed to struggle any further. “What more do you want from me?!”
Jack’s gaze softened. “Nothing,” he said quietly. “I never wanted anything from you but my freedom. I wanted you out of my way, I wanted you lost at sea…but I swear on my life I never intended for you to end up…” He gestured to his face, trailing his fingers in lines of imaginary squid ink dribbling down his chin, smacking his lips as though even the thought left a horrid taste in his mouth and shuddered. “Wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”
“You have no idea what sort of hell I have been through.”
“Oh, I think I can imagine…”
It was not Jack but Barbossa who had spoken.
Perhaps it was only because Carina was watching and being a father made him want to be a better man, but for whatever reason, Barbossa felt compelled to take pity on the man. Jack had been to The Locker, it was true. And that in and of itself was enough to drive a man to madness… But he had not spent years cursed in an undead state like he and the original crew of the Pearl had. That was something entirely different and drew forth memories of a time which Barbossa did not recall with any fondness. He stepped forward, his own bejeweled peg leg dragging slightly as he walked–another area in which he could all too easily empathize with the man propping himself up against the mast.
“Ye’re always starvin’ but food turns tah ash in your mouth. Always dyin’ of thirst, yet nothin’ ever quenches it. Ye cannot feel–not the sun or the rain on yer face nor the softness of a woman’s touch nor the fiery sting of cold steel slicin’ yer skin. Yer heart no longer beats, yet somehow ye’re still alive. Everything that once had meanin’ is empty and hollow. Ye’re a dead man walkin’.”
Salazar bore a pained expression. For a moment, he could not find his voice. Then…
“How…?” he croaked.
“Yer not the only man what has been cursed in such a manner and lived to tell the tale. Or rather…come back from the dead to tell it.”
At this, Carina gave a start. Realizing that the undead were real was one thing. Realizing that her long-lost father (who also happened to be a pirate captain) had once been among them was quite another. But that, she supposed, was a story for another day. She had so many questions already. Life with her father, it seemed, would be much more complicated than she had anticipated. Yet she could not deny a slight thrill at the thought of more adventures at his side.
“‘Twas our greed and our pride that did us in,” Barbossa continued. “Aztec gold, cursed by the pagan gods… We were warned of the consequences, but we heeded them not. 'Twas yer own pride that did ye in as well, I suspect. Nothin’ would do but tah take yer revenge on every last pirate sailin’ in the Spanish Main for the deaths of yer father and his father before him. I can’t rightly say that I blame ye for that… Ye say that we’re not worthy of bein’ called men at all, that we are loathsome creatures lower than the bilge rats and the barnacles on the hull of a ship. That may be so. I am hardly an honest man.”
He glanced briefly at Carina, looking somewhat ashamed, then returned his attention to Salazar.
“Yet ye do it in the name of honor and justice. But if it’s vengeance yer seekin’, then ye ought to at least have the decency tah call it what it is like the rest of us… There’s as much blood on yer hands as there is on ours. Perhaps more. If ye be satisfied knowin’ that, then by all means, continue yer reign as El Matador del Mar–that is, assumin’ ye make it off this ship alive. But if ye want tah keep tellin’ yerself yer better than us humble pirates, now’s the time tah prove it. Not all men make it to hell and back alive, and one thing I can tell ye, when yer given a second chance at life, ye ought not tah waste it.”
He looked back at Carina.
“Take it from someone who’s wasted too many second chances already.”
The Spaniard laughed bitterly. “You think that by sparing me you may spare yourselves of my wrath when I am free? My life was devoted to hunting down men like you–murderous thieves who take what they can and give nothing back. Without that, what am I?” He glared at Jack. “Give me a weapon, and I will fight you to the death. Or kill me now, like a man. But stop this foolish pretense! We both know what you are, Jack Sparrow!”
“Firstly,” Jack replied, “there should be a 'captain’ in there somewhere. Secondly, despite what you may think, I am neither stupid enough to give you a weapon nor cruel enough to kill an unarmed man. So it seems we are at an impasse.”
He began pacing the deck.
“You know, I once knew a man who thought like you.”
He paused to glance at Henry.
“His father was a pirate…AND a good man. Took him awhile to accept that.”
His gaze returned to Salazar.
“Truth is, the world’s not all black and white, mate, and thank goodness for that because it would be a dreadfully dull place if it was. For example…” He spread his arms wide, taking a mock bow. “I am a pirate. I admit to that. But I am not a cold-blooded killer. You, on the other hand…” He pointed at Salazar with the tip of his sword. “Well, let’s just say they don’t call you 'The Butcher’ for nothing. Now tell me, mate, which one of us is the better man?”
For a moment, Salazar was silent. Then, he looked to Henry.
“You, boy…your father is the captain of the Dutchman?”
Salazar nodded soberly. “A good man.”
“And a former pirate, I might add,” Jack interjected.
But a deadly glare from the Spanish captain quickly silenced him.
“Right,” he apologized. “Sorry. Continue.”
“He tried to come for us, once. To ferry us to the next world…to set us free from this curse, that we might be at peace.” He laughed darkly. “But there are some places too cursed for even the Dutchman to go.”
Henry nodded soberly. “I’m sorry. He would have done more if he could have, I’m sure.”
Salazar returned the gesture. Though he could not fully explain why, he had a great deal of respect for the boy. He had seen the terror in the boy’s eyes when his crew attacked the British naval ship, yet despite his fear, he did not run but looked death in the face. He was confident, yet not cocky like Jack; quiet, yet he did not hesitate to speak his mind when necessary. And there was another quality the boy had which he did not expect of one with such close ties to pirates–honor. Possessing the boy had given him a glance into the heart and soul of the young man before him, their consciousness merging until one man’s thoughts and emotions were barely distinguishable from the other. He had seen Jack, then, through the boy’s eyes…and he had seen the monster he had become–internally as well as externally, his humanity all but gone. It had been deeply disturbing. Recalling the boy’s thoughts now, he remembered something which he hadn’t taken notice of before, a troubled frown forming on his lips. His eyes shifted tentatively to Jack, and for a moment, he merely held his gaze, causing the pirate to squirm uncomfortably.
“While I was controlling the boy’s mind,” he began, “I saw something…not a memory–at least, not a memory of his… More like a dream…like visions of a legend…a story he had been told as a child…. His father was still a mortal then…. He was dying. You had the heart of Davy Jones in your hand, ready to become the next captain of that otherworldly ship that you yourself might gain immortality…. But you chose to save him instead…. Is this true?”
“Well, now, 'saved’ is a rather strong word, given that becoming the captain of said ship comes with its own curses which is how we ended up in this bloody mess to begin with, searching for the trident….”
Salazar scowled impatiently.
“But technically speaking, yes.”
“I see…” The Spaniard looked to Henry. “You trust this man? This…this pirate?”
Henry slowly lifted his eyes to Jack, then smiled. “With my life, sir.”
“Yes?” Barbossa, Jack, and Salazar answered simultaneously.
Realizing the need for clarification, Henry started again. “Er…that is…Captain Salazar… If I may ask… While I was subject to your power, I endured a nightmare like nothing I had ever experienced before. I felt…so cold, so isolated… It was as if I were drowning in a darkness and despair so deep that it smothered everything else–all thoughts and emotions consumed by what must have been the last thing that you felt in life…a burning, blinding rage. It was suffocating, as though I was so far removed from humanity that I had forgotten everything and everyone else in the world… My entire identity was gone, my own memories were unreachable–a distant, foggy dream. And yet…one name remained on the tip of my tongue, a name I do not know….”
“Maria,” Salazar whispered reverently.
“The Silent Mary…. It isn’t just the name of a ship, is it?” Henry asked. “Who was she?”
There was a wistful gleam in his eyes. It was the most vulnerable, the most human, he had looked since regaining his mortality.
“The most beautiful woman in all of Spain…my wife.” He smiled sadly. “She was with child when I left. She didn’t want me to go. Of course, I told her not to worry, and I promised her that that mission would be my last…. But then…I never came home.” He looked at Jack. “That is why I was so angry.” He sighed. “I do not know what became of them. She has probably long forgotten about me. If she is even still alive…I doubt she or the child would want to see me now. They would not believe my story…and if they did, they would be repulsed by what I became. I have nothing now. Nothing. No crew at sea, no one waiting at home….” He eyed Jack’s sword almost pleadingly. “What is left but to fight one last fight and at least die with a little honor? Perhaps this time, I will have peace.”
“You do your family a great disservice, sir.” This time, it was Carina who spoke. “If she loved you as much as you love her, then I am certain she never gave up hope. Nor did her child.”
“Oh? How do you know that?”
She was addressing Salazar, but her eyes were on Barbossa, bright with unshed tears.
“The same way that I knew someday, somehow, I would find my father…. And if you truly care about them, who you are…or who you were…none of that will matter when they finally see you.”
“Ah, but you forget… I have neither ship nor crew–”
“We’ll help you find them,” Henry blurted.
“We will?” asked Jack.
“Aye,” Barbossa slapped Jack on the back. “We will.”
“Wait a moment! Wait a moment!” Jack waved his hands. He gestured to Barbossa. “You’re a pirate.” He pointed to Salazar. “He’s a pirate hunter. You want to help him, yet he wants to kill us. DID I BLOODY MISS SOMETHING?!?”
“Well, seein’ as we are aboard MY ship, I don’t see why it should concern ye, Jack,” Barbossa grinned.
“I believe you mean MY ship,” Jack corrected him. “You may have your Queen Anne’s Revenge, but the Pearl is mine. I saved her from Blackbeard’s stash of shrunken ships and protected her with me life.”
“Aye, but I’m the one who freed her for ye. Mister Gibbs,” he addressed the first mate.
“Set a course fer Spain. We’ve a long journey ahead of us, so we’d best be gettin’ started.”
Gibbs, who had long grown used to the two captains bickering over the ownership of the Pearl, nodded, assuming they would eventually come to some sort of agreement, as they always did.
“Oh, and Gibbs?” Barbossa stopped him. “Don’t fly the colors.”
“Do I get any say in this at all?” Jack protested.
Barbossa, Carina, and Henry answered in unison. “No!”
Jack sighed. “Alright… Well, then…” He offered Salazar his hand. “I suppose we have a truce?”
Salazar hesitated, then grudgingly accepted the offer, bracing himself against the mast as he pulled himself up to his full height.
“Truce.” Salazar leaned in so his mouth was just above Jack’s ear. “But know this, Sparrow… If I happen to end up on the seas again, if you ever attack a Spanish ship….”
“I know, I know…. You’ll hunt me down and destroy me.” He grinned. “Wouldn’t expect anything less from you, Captain.”
He turned to leave but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
Jack looked back at the man who had spent a lifetime of hating men like him and saw the faintest gleam of something that almost resembled respect.
Jack nodded. As he walked away, he breathed a sigh of relief, striding up beside Barbossa. “Hector, you owe me one for this,” he grumbled.
Barbossa, who had uncorked a bottle of rum, took a large swig and offered a sip to Jack, who graciously accepted.
“Go easy on it, Jack. We’ve naught but a few barrels left, and as we be sailin’ away from the Caribbean, it may be awhile before we get the chance to restock.”
Jack sighed again and shook his head, looking sadly at the bottle. “Why is the bloody rum always gone?”
Prompt: Could you do one where the reader is best friends with Peter and she’s in love with him but he doesn’t know and all he talks about is how much he loves Liz Allen and it makes her upset and then she confesses?
Word Count: 1234 :)
A/N: Written by Daisy. I’ve included an alternative ending since the request didn’t specify how it was meant to end. Also, I tried out 3rd person, I’m digging it, let me know whether you like it or not! Happy reading!
Friends. Every time the word left his mouth, it stung. Like a slap across her cheek. Every time he said her name, Liz, it felt like yet another one. She felt childish; loathed every time her jealousy crept up and consumed her. She shouldn’t be this way. But it could not be helped. She’d distanced herself from him, little by little, simply because it hurt too much to hear him fawn over her, or see the way his eyes lit up when she passed him by. He had chosen her. Liz. She opened her locker slowly, stashing her books away and pulling out the ones that would be needed next. The same routine every day.
“Hey stranger,” she turned to face him, forcing a smile on her face.
“I uh, we haven’t hung out in a while and I was hoping you’d come over tonight? Movie and dinner?”
“Why aren’t you hanging out with Liz?” The words fell from her lips before she could stop them. She knew how she sounded. Petty. Jealous. Horrible.
Sad Zach, make out sesh, (mentions of sex ?), also English is still not my native language.
Word count: 2283.
I posted my first imagine a few days ago (about my love, Montgomery, you can read it here) and you guys were just so nice, I
received so many kind comments. I know I said it would be my first and last
imagine, but I decided to continue writing. I hope you all like this one too xx.
Looking up at the clock, Zach sighed.
They had less than fifteen seconds to go, and were ten points behind the other
team. There was no way on earth that they could win this time. He turned his
attention back to the game, watching as Justin ran towards the basket while
dribbling the ball. The crowd cheered as he scored, giving the boys hope to
continue the match. The bleachers were filled with cheering teenagers and some
parents who came to see their sons play. Most of them were from Liberty High,
as they were playing there, but a good third were supporters of the other team.
Liberty High managed to score once more before the horn went off, signalling
the end of the game. But it wasn’t enough.
Zach groaned, crouching down and
letting his head fall into his open hands. Someone tapped his back in a
comforting manner, probably Justin, be he did not look up. Instead, he stayed
there, with his head hanging low, trying to catch his breath after the intense
game. The season has just started and it was the very first match they lost, so
he knew it wasn’t the end of the world. But God, was it frustrating. Zach hated
losing, failing. He hated when his
team would lose a game, he hated when he would fail a test. It did not only
make him feel like a failure, but also a disappointment. A disappointment to
his friends, to his family, to his girlfriend.
Loud laughs and screams from the
other team filled the emptying gymnasium as they celebrated their victory. Zach
could hear a few boys snickering as they passed him, heading to the locker room,
but he decided to ignore it. He wasn’t one to pick fights.
Y/N stood on the bleachers, her
eyes focused on her boyfriend who was still crouching in the middle of the
hall. Her heart ached at how defeated he looked at that moment. She knew that
Zach would beat himself up, he always did even though she had told him times
and times again that it wasn’t his fault; that their team couldn’t win every
single game and that the most important thing was to give their best. All she
wanted to do was to run up to him and hug him, hold him close to her and rub
his back, whispering that they’ll do better next time. But she knew better than
to do just that. Y/N knew that Zach needed time after a defeat, so she decided
to give it to him. She waited as the gymnasium emptied itself, and then left
herself. She decided to wait for her boyfriend and their friends in the parking
lot, near Zach’s car.
Jessica and Justin got there
first, making their way over Y/N holding hands. Y/N smiled at them and embraced
them quickly. She could tell that Justin wasn’t happy with himself either. His
eyebrows were in a permanent frown and his lips in a thin line. He was trying
not to show how crushed he was, but Y/N had known him for over five years and
knew him all too well.
“We’re going to hang out at
Bryce’s with the others, you wanna join?” Jessica asked, intertwining her
fingers with her boyfriend’s. Y/N thought about the offer, it wouldn’t be too
bad, right? Usually they had parties at Bryce’s place after the Tigers won a
game, but a get together with a few friends might actually cheer her boyfriend
up. She was going to accept and say that they’ll be there in a few, until she
saw Zach exiting the high school building.
“Uh, I think we will pass this
time. But you have fun, guys.” She patted Justin’s shoulder and hugged Jess
again before the couple left, heading to Jess’s car. One look at her boyfriend
was enough for her to know that he wasn’t in a partying mood tonight. His eyes
missed their usual spark, his grip on his sports bag was so tight his knuckles
turned white. Zach took his time making his way over to his girlfriend, his
steps long but slow.
“Hey there.” Y/N said softly,
putting her arms around his neck and embracing him tightly once he was standing
right in front of her. Zach’s head landed on her shoulder and she could feel
him let out a long sigh. Her brows furrowed and she bit her bottom lip in
concern, pulling away from him as he didn’t hug her back and looked straight
into his chocolate brown eyes, waiting for an answer.
“What are you still doing here?”
He mumbled, making eye contact for the first time since the end of the game. He
didn’t mean to sound rude, though, and she knew it. He was sad and probably a
bit ashamed. The boys had spent so much time practicing for this match, as they
knew that the team they were playing against was really good. But it was all
for nothing, or at least that’s what he thought.
“Waiting for you.” Y/N said,
taking his sports bag from him and putting it in his car’s trunk, ignoring his
“I want to be alone, Y/N.” Zach
pinched the bridge of his nose as he watched his girlfriend. She turned around
to face him, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
“No, you don’t.” She took a step
toward him, putting her hands on his chest. “You always say you do, but you
don’t.” It was true, he knew it. He’d always push her away when he felt like
this, but he’d run back to her only a couple of hours later because she was the
only one who could make him feel better. A small smile appeared on his face,
which made Y/N let out a sigh of relief before she continued. “So, how about we
go to Rosie’s, then head back to my place?” She questioned, her eyes sprinkling
with hope. Y/N’s enthusiastic expression made Zach’s heart melt. He chuckled as
she got on her tiptoes to press her lips to his for a quick but sweet kiss and
she knew that he couldn’t resist her now.
“Fine.” Zach put his hands on
her hips as she pulled away and leaned in for another kiss, making her giggle.
It was crazy how much calmer he was already. Minutes ago he was planning to go
home, give the punching ball that he had installed in the basement a few hits,
and go to bed – ready to forget about this awful evening. But now all he wanted
was to cuddle his girlfriend the whole night while eating some take out from
Pushing her hair behind her
ears, Y/N made her way to the passenger seat, immediately plugging her phone to
the radio and blasting her favourite song of the moment. Zach shook his head in
amusement, a smirk playing on his lips at the sight of his girl singing along
to the music. He started the engine and drove off, soon joining her as they
both sang at the top of their lungs. As the couple approached the little
restaurant, Y/N was a giggling mess. She looked at her boyfriend as he tried to
rap along an Eminem song. He was doing great at first, but then the pace
accelerated and she couldn’t hold her laugh in anymore. Y/N unplugged the
device from the radio as Zach parked the car, her Y/E/C still looking at him
She couldn’t believe that she actually had him.
After all these years of crushing on him, he was finally hers. Zach Dempsey was
one of the kindest guys at Liberty High, with no doubt. He was everything she
has ever wanted, and more. Smart, charming, funny, and extremely good looking. He made her feel things she had never felt
before. She felt safe, loved and cherished. She felt like the luckiest girl on
the entire planet with him. Y/N didn’t understand what Zach was doing with a
simple girl like her, but she wasn’t going to complain, right?
“Let’s go.” Zach’s soft voice
brought her back to reality. He winked at her and gave her his famous smile,
making her blush before getting out of the car and opening the passenger door
for her. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek in an attempt to stop herself from
laughing, but cracked a big smile at him nonetheless.
Taking her fragile hand in his
significantly larger one, the brown-haired boy led his girlfriend to the little
restaurant. They sat in their usual booth at the back as they waited for their
“We really sucked, huh?” Zach whispered,
his mood suddenly changing from joyful to defeated once again. This wasn’t a
surprise to Y/N though, she knew that cheering him up wasn’t going to be an
easy task. She sighed, placing her hands on his across the table. She gave them
a quick squeeze and a sent a reassuring smile in his direction.
“You didn’t. You were all great.
You, Justin, all of you!” She was hoping to get a reaction out of him, a smile,
a hum, a simple nod would have sufficed – but she got none of that. Instead,
Zach was just staring at their hands as Y/N started drawing circles on them
with her thumbs in a soothing manner. “Babe, look at me.” She demanded and he
“We fucked up, that’s all.” He
mumbled stubbornly, making Y/N scoff, which caused him to quirk an eyebrow at
“You lost the game, yes. But it’s not a
big deal. You were good, but the other team was good too. You’ll do better next
time. Stop beating yourself up. You’re always going to be my champion.” Zach
nodded at her words, smiling as the word champion
left her mouth. She would always call him that, whether they won or not. “Now
let’s go home.” She said as the waiter brought two plastic bags filled with
food to their table. Zach paid for the order before Y/N could even take her
wallet out of her pocket, making her groan and him chuckle. They made their way
out hand in hand, quickly getting into Zach’s car and driving to Y/N’s house.
Y/N’s parents adored her
boyfriend, so they did not mind him spending time at their house. Her mother
was so fond of the young boy, always telling her daughter that she should hold him.
It took a bit more for her father to appreciate him, but after three months of
them dating he understood that Zach’s intentions were good.
Making their way upstairs, Zach
and Y/N waved to her parents who were sitting in the living room, watching a
movie. Y/N shook her head at her mother, who was about to say something,
probably ask how the game went. Her mother shoot her a knowing smile while
nodding, then turned back to the TV.
Zach climbed onto Y/N’s bed
after putting the take out on her desk. He watched as his girlfriend made her
way over to him, lying down next to him and cuddling into his side.
“So… Movie?” Y/N asked, her hand
moving up to his chest as his arm made its way around her waist. Zach pressed
his lips to her forehead, making her hum and snuggle closer to him. He cupped
her face with his hand gently, tilting it up so he could kiss her properly.
“Thank you so much for
everything, babe.” He mumbled against her lips before kissing her again, but
this time more forcefully, totally ignoring her question. Y/N internally rolled
her eyes, but did not complain. In fact, she pulled him closer to her by his
neck, deepening the kiss as she slipped her tongue into his mouth, making him
groan. Zach swiftly moved them so he was hovering over her, his arms on either
side of her body. Y/N’s fingers played with the little hairs at the base of his
neck, which she knew was going to drive him crazy. She couldn’t help but giggle
as Zach rolled his hips into hers, again and again.
“What are you laughing at?” He
broke the kiss, looking up at him with eyes filled with lust. Y/N bit her
bottom lip at his appearance. His pupils dilated, his hair messy and his lips
swollen from her kisses. She wanted to do so many things to him, but she knew
she couldn’t. Not with her parents awake downstairs.
“You know we can’t do that.” She
said softly, her lips brushing against his. Zach groaned, his head falling into
the crook of her neck, leaving a few kisses there. Once again, she was right.
Y/N’s parents might be accepting of their relationship, but he knew they should
not push things too far. The girl kissed his temple, her hands running up and
down his back as they laid there for a few more seconds, just enjoying each
“We should eat, the food is
getting cold.” She pushed him off of her softly and got up to take the bags
from the desk, bringing them to her bed. Zach was still lying there, facing the
celling. “Come on, we can eat, watch a movie and then when they’re asleep,
maybe…” She did not finish the sentence, she did not need to. The boy’s eyes
widened, full of hope and lust once again. He smirked at her, making her roll
her eyes as he moved to sit next to her. He smiled to himself, pecking her lips
one more time. He couldn’t wait to see where the night was going to take them.
The end was terrible, I’m really sorry about that. This whole thing is a flop tbh.
Hi again! I know I've already requested two but I was wondering if I could request "Did you steal this" With Ladybug and Chat Noir?
Mild spoilers for Season 2, Episode 4.
“Did you steal this?”
Ladybug’s eyes widened at the tone of Chat Noir’s voice and she closed her fingers around the charm bracelet. “Of course not.”
“That isn’t yours,” he accused. “Where did you get it?”
“I…” She looked down at the homemade bracelet Adrien had given her. She practically hadn’t put it down since he had given it to her, and of course didn’t realize she still had it grasped tightly in her hand until she was already halfway across the city. “I found it.”
Chat Noir held out his hand. “It belongs to a friend of mine. I’ll make sure she gets it back.”
“I think it’s Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s. I can give it to her.”
“Just let me take it to her.”
He frowned. “Because I want to. Where did you find it anyway?”
“On the ground near, uh, near the bakery!” Chat Noir kept his hand out and Ladybug huffed. “I can take it to her, Chat.”
“Look, it’s really important to me, okay? Just let me have it.”
She held it out for a moment before closing it in her fist again. “Why?”
“Why is it so important?”
He worried his lip. “Because I made it for her,” he said softly. “Please, Ladybug, let me have it?”
Ladybug felt her breath catch in her throat. “You made it?”
“She’s my friend. She gave me a lucky charm bracelet a few months ago and I wanted her to give her one back.”
She watched her fingers open and drop the bracelet in his hand, but it didn’t feel like she was in her body anymore. Adrien was Chat Noir. Chat Noir was Adrien. And he was upset at the prospect that she didn’t have her bracelet.
“Thank you,” he nodded, tucking the bracelet into his pocket and zipping it up. “I’ll take it back to her tonight.”
“Right, uh, sure.” Ladybug glanced over his shoulder. “You know, I’m really not feeling all that great. I think I might head home if you don’t mind finishing patrol tonight.”
“Of course. Get some rest, my Lady.”
She fled as quickly as she could, muscle memory taking over as she made her way home. She thought about Chat Noir scooping her up at her party and whisking her away. Adrien had been nowhere to be seen. She remembered looking around for him for a fleeting moment but so much had been happening. She thought of Chat Noir’s awful puns and silly smile and charming words. And then she thought of his attempts to kiss her and her skin ran hot.
Ladybug gasped in surprise as she found herself landing on her balcony. She couldn’t even remember getting home. She dropped her transformation and collapsed on the lounger. “Tikki, Adrien is Chat Noir.”
“Oh!” the kwami exclaimed. “Well, that’s wonderful, isn’t it?”
Marinette bit her lip. “Is it?”
“Marinette, you adore Adrien and Chat Noir! Isn’t it nice to know they’re the same person?”
“When you put it like that…”
“Does he know about you?”
She shook her head. “I accidentally brought my bracelet with me and he let it slip he was the one who made it.”
“Are you going to tell him?”
“I don’t know.” She glanced out at the night sky, imagining that Chat Noir was making his way towards her. “But something tells me I might get a chance soon.”