You’ve almost cleaned up the whole house. Next, and last, on the list was the work room. You and Jungkook were pretty much always working on something. With that being said, you two needed an extra room in the house where you could still work without leaving out so much.
You had already straightened up everything on his desk, now you stood above your own; you moved things to the right place, organized the papers -made sure everything was fine. While doing that, you could hear Jungkook wake up, stretch, and groan in the bedroom; just a few rooms down. You could hear his footsteps coming to the room you were in. It wasn’t long before you could feel his warm body press against your backside with his arms wrapped around you.
Characters: Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Kira Yukimura, Liam Dunbar, Mason Hewitt, Stiles Stilinski, Werewolf!Reader.
“Stop. You’re doing it wrong.” Derek told you, lifting your arm with his foot.
You groan and sit up, swiping the sweat off of your forehead. “I’ve been doing it wrong for an hour, Derek. Let me move on.”
He squats down to your height. “You’ll move on when you stop doing it wrong. Now start again.”
You sigh and lay back on your stomach, pushing yourself up on your arms.
You were a newbie to the whole supernatural world but Scott had told you that you were doing better than he did. You were bitten by Liam. It happened right after Scott had bitten him and he’s apologized profusely since. Derek has been training you and Liam at separate times. He’s especially rough on you and it gets hard to cope with sometimes.
“Y/N, if you ever want to learn to control your change you have to do this right!” He shouted and you exhaled loudly.
“If I ever want to learn to control my change I should ask Scott to teach me! All you ever do is nag and tell me I’m doing it wrong! When we aren’t training you’re rude and cocky and I’m sick of your disgusting personality!” You stand up and grab your keys. You flip him off before walking out the door. You slam the door behind you and jog out to your car. You think of the expression on his face. He looked hurt, but all the things you told him were true.
After your training session with Derek you were supposed to be at Scott’s for a pack meeting. He told you it was okay to shower there and that Kira had probably left something there you could wear.
You arrive at his house and quickly shower. You wrap yourself in a towel and pad to Scott’s room. He’d laid out one of his shirts and a pair of Kira’s shorts. You changed and went back downstairs. Everyone had arrived while you were gone so you quietly sat on the couch. You noticed Derek standing in the corner, his eyes focused on you.
You made eye contact with him and then rolled your eyes, averting your attention to Scott.
Your pack meetings were never meetings, it was more of a large hangout with everyone in the pack. “Stiles, did you bring the beer?” Scott asks and Stiles nods.
“I just don’t understand why you asked the most non-threatening person here to do it. I can’t go all wolfy on anyone. Besides isn’t Derek 21?” He looks over at Derek and Derek shrugs.
“That’s none of your business.” Derek replies and Scott laughs. You and Stiles share an annoyed look.
“Hey, Derek, how’s training going?” Scott threw a look over his shoulder at Derek.
“Liam’s doing great, he’s picking it up quickly.”
“What about Y/N?” Scott smiles at you.
“She’s..not great. In fact she’s probably one of the worst I’ve seen.” He raises an eyebrow at you and you scrunch your nose, huffing as you look away from him. You catch his smirk from the corner of your eye.
“I’m sure she’s not the worst..” Scott tries to defend you.
“You should see her. It’s pathetic really.” You flick your eyes to him and stand up. “I’d be better if you weren’t so tough on me.”
Derek starts to walk toward you. “I have to be tough on you. You’re terrible. Now I get why you’re the only one who doesn’t get invited to fight.”
You shake your head as he nears. “You’re a terrible teacher. I could get better tips on controlling my change from a sidewalk crack.” You cross your arms.
You hear Stiles spit out his beer, laughing. “God, you’re great.” He mutters and you smirk back at Derek.
At this point you and Derek were inches apart. “I wish you were more like Liam. You’re so idiotic. You can’t and you won’t learn anything. You’re better off as an omega.”
You cock your head to the side and whisper. “Then kick me out of the pack. I’d rather be alone than have to spend all of my time with you.”
“If I could kick you out I would. God, I wish I could.” He grits his teeth.
You flash your eyes at him and you feel your claws start to poke through. “Go to hell, asshole.”
Derek flashes his eyes back, trying to tell you to back down. At this point you were closer than you’d ever been to him, your chests were flush. “I knew I should’ve let Scott train you. I tried to take you under my wing, I thought you had potential. Now I know you’re just a pathetic little girl. You’re a sad excuse for a werewolf and it offends me you’d even call yourself apart of the pack.”
You scoff. “All you do is sulk around. You bitch and whine about your family all of the time. Don’t think I don’t hear you. You are the absolute worst person I’ve ever met, and that’s saying a lot considering I’ve met murderous psychopaths. I may be a sad excuse for a werewolf, but you, Derek Hale, are a sad excuse for a person. I hope you feel better now.” You push him off of you and go up to Scott’s room.
You sigh into your hands, trying to fight off the tears. You looked up to Derek, you thought of him as an older brother even. That all changed when you were bit. He seemed even more unbearable when you were in heat. It had only happened once but he wouldn’t even look at you. He was disgusted.
You knew you couldn’t cry because everyone would hear you. You sat in silence for about an hour before grabbing your keys and going downstairs.
Derek catches you at the bottom of the stairs. “Hey, I-”
You put a hand up. “Shove it, Hale.” You spit and you push past him.
“Y/N, where are you going?” Liam pokes his head up at you.
“Home.” You mumble and head for the door. You remember you’re in Scott’s shirt and you have it off and tossed at him before you can process your thoughts. You had a sports bra on, so there was nothing to see but you still smelled someone. You scanned the room and tried to pinpoint who’s arousal you caught but you didn’t care enough to stay to find out. “Bye guys. Kira I’ll get these back to you tomorrow.” She waves as you close the door.
The next day everyone was schedule to meet at Deaton’s to talk. Deaton wasn’t even in town but you guys needed a safe place. You’d had a Tinder date planned for a couple weeks so you were obviously over dressed. You’d felt online dating was a bit of a leap at your age but you still tried it. You walked in, sporting a pair of red stilettos. You had a black dress on that gathered at the waist. You’d curled your hair and done a full face of makeup. You felt way better than you had the previous night.
You heard Mason whistle and you laughed. “Shut up. I just wanted to make an appearance.”
He laughs. “Well you did. Quite a great one too.”
You head to the back room and everyone’s head peeked up at your entrance.
“Hey I can’t stay long, I have a date but I was hoping you guys could fill me in.” You smile. “Sure, come over here.” Scott waves you over. Derek’s eyes follow you as you walk.
You whip your head around to look at him. “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”
“Who’s your date?” Derek blurts out.
“Why do you care?” You cross your arms.
“Here we go again.” Scott says under his breath.
“I’m just wondering. I uh..I just wanted to make sure you were being safe.” You see everyone exchange glances.
“Since when do you care about my safety?” You roll your eyes and listen to Scott as he tells you what plan they’ve come up with.
Your date was a bust. You’d worn your good thong for nothing and all you could think about was a bowl of macaroni and cheese and a glass of wine.
You walk in the door and you’re greeted by Scott. “What the hell? How’d you-”
“Not important.” Scott interrupts.“You’re into Derek aren’t you?”
You’re caught off guard. “What? I-uh..no? No.” You try to say casually and Scott smirks.
“That’s all I need. Bye!” He walks out and your left in your empty apartment mildly confused. You spend most of your time wondering how, as a twenty-two year old woman, you spent all of your time with high school kids. They were all pretty mature, but sometimes they were a handful.
You didn’t want to go to training but you knew you had to. Derek never told you how bad you really were and now you feel like you need to prove yourself. You decide to dress up for the occasion. You wear a blue sports bra with matching athletic pants. You tie your shoes before leaving for Derek’s.
You weren’t sure he even knew you were coming. You were shocked to see everyone there when you walked in.
“Who’re you so dressed up for, Y/N?” Stiles wiggles his eyebrows at you.
“I’m not dressed up. Shut up.” You roll your eyes.
“Ready?” You ask Derek and he nods.
“I’m sure he is.” Scott looked at you two playfully.
You caught a whiff of someone and you sighed. You smelled arousal again. If you’d known everyone would be here with their hormones you would’ve worn a shirt.
“I’ll take you out back.” Derek mutters.
“As a matter of fact, he’ll take you anywhere.” Stiles smirks.
“Shut up, Stiles.” You and Derek said in unison.
“In my defense I was just enhancing the vibe.” Stiles throws his hands up.
“What vibe?” You cross your arms.
“Oh, you know..the overwhelming sexual tension.” Kira says casually.
You roll your eyes. You had feelings for Derek, yeah..but he didn’t reciprocate so why should you dwell on it?
“Oh, can it. All of you.” You shake your head. Derek leads you to the backyard and you start stretching. As you bent forward to touch your toes the scent of arousal grew stronger.
The scent was masked by cologne as a pair of strong hands gripped your waist.
“Relax. I’m just spotting you.”
“I don’t need spotted for stretches.” You stand up and grab a blanket, spreading it out before lying on your back. You pull a knee to your chest and Derek kneels in front of you, putting weight on it.
“You know what my mom used to tell me to make training easier?” Derek says, making small talk.
“What?” You switched knees.
“She told me to tell her a story. Usually I just told her about my day, but it made it more bearable.”
You move to your hands and knees, reaching back to grab your ankle. “It probably helps to have someone who loves you training you. Someone who cares about you.” You look over your shoulder at him as he pulls back on your ankle.
“You have that. You have that probably more than I did.” Derek replies. You drop your ankle and look at him. Did he just say he loves you?
“What did you just say?” You ask slowly.
“I think I just confessed my love for you.” Derek rubs his eyes.
“You…love..me?” You point at yourself as the two of you stand.
“It’s too late to change what I said now..but yes. I love you like crazy actually.”
You were going to milk this. “What do you love?” You smirk.
“God, what isn’t there to love? I love your smart mouth, the way you scrunch your face up when I annoy you, I love how you smell after you’ve been outside, I…honestly? I just love you.”
At this point you probably look like a cartoon character, when their hearts are pounding out of their chest. “I love you too.” You say quickly. You didn’t mean to say it, it just slipped out.
The both of you immediately are attached, your lips fitting perfectly together. You smell the arousal again, just now linking that it was Derek. You didn’t want to know before, because of how turned on you got when you caught the scent. You were afraid you’d be attracted to a high schooler.
Derek picks you up, somehow managing to stay in sync with your lips. You both pull away and lay your foreheads on each other.
“Why were you such an asshole to me?” You say quietly.
“I didn’t want you to feel obligated to date me if you knew I was in love with you.” He shrugs.
“Do you really think I’m as pathetic as you said?” You ask.
“Not at all, I just love when you’re mad.” He chuckled.
“I’m sorry for comparing you to a murderer.” You laugh.
“It’s okay. It’s kind of fitting.” Derek laughs with you.
The two of you are torn from each other by the sound of cheers and applause. You see everyone on the porch clapping and you roll your eyes.
“For God’s sake, go back inside!” You yell and they laugh.
“We should probably go back to my place.” You whisper in his ear and he smirks.
Reasons why I will never see Jacob as the better option for Bella over Edward and why I have a love/hate relationship with him (hate reasons lol):
•Told Charlie about the motorcycles…lol P-E-T-T-Y !!!!! Can he control his jealousy at all?
•What really bugs me is he always says stuff like “Quil really wants to see you!!” …. “Quil likes you!”
This sounds like the “I’m asking for a friend” type of thing. Jacob’s the one with the crush on Bella, but he is literally hiding behind Quil and making Quil look like a 5 year old boy with a crush on his teenage babysitter. Quil doesn’t deserve this. I know Jacob is messing around, but he’s making fun of Quil to make himself look better when he himself has a puppy dog crush on Bella.
• He promised Bella he would never hurt her…and then proceeds to be the one that hurts her the most.
• He never respects Bella’s choices.
• He says he wants to “save Bella” from becoming a monster, but that’s a flimsy coverup for “Love me!! Not him!!”
• Bella ALWAYS made clear on her stance of how she felt about him, but he NEVER respected it like and always crossed the line by holding her hand (which Bella only let him do just so she wouldn’t hurt his feelings) and you know forcibly kissing her or whatever :-)
• He forcibly kissed her after Bella clearly says she was not in love with him.
• He then laughs at the pain she got from punching his face.
• “I hate you, Jacob Black.”
“That’s good. Hate is a passionate emotion.”
“I’ll give you passionate,” I muttered under my breath. “Murder, the ultimate crime of passion.”
“Oh, c’mon,” he said, all cheery and looking like he was about to start whistling again. “That had to be better than kissing a rock.”
Are you serious? I don’t even need to say anything, but I will. Does he honestly feel like he was doing her a favor by assaulting her?
• “You kissed me back.”
???? *repeatedly slams head on table*
• “Obviously you can’t — that was not kissing back, that was trying to get you the hell off of me, you idiot. ”
He laughed a low, throaty laugh. “Touchy. Almostoverly defensive, I would say.”
Jesus take the wheel PLEASE
• “I really couldn’t say, Jake. Edward is the only person I’ve ever kissed.”
“But I don’t count that as a kiss, Jacob. I think of it more as an assault.”
“Ouch! That’s cold.”
I shrugged. I wasn’t going to take it back.
“I did apologize about that,” he reminded me.
“And I forgave you … mostly. It doesn’t change the way I remember it.” He muttered something unintelligible.
YIKES DUDE….because apologizing about sexually assaulting someone makes it all better.
• In the movies (I don’t remember if it’s in the books exactly) he talks about the “Leah-Sam-Emily Pain Fest” and how he has to constantly listen to Leah/Sam’s thoughts on their love triangle thing when he literally forces the pack to do the same thing with Edward-Bella-Jacob Pain Fest. Hypocrite Wolf Boy, just be quiet.
• You know. When you said it was none of my business … if — if he bit you.” He cringed visibly at the end.
“Jake …” My throat felt swollen. I couldn’t finish.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Were you serious?”
MAYBE BECAUSE IT ISN’T ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS
• “Anything. Anything else. You’d be better off dead. I’d rather you were.”
• He has such a prejudice against the vampires, and I guess to a point it does have to deal with them sort of being the reason he is a wolf…but it’s really just because he’s a jerk and hates them cause Bella is dating one of their family members and he isn’t.
• Ohh and you know just threatens to kill himself if Bella doesn’t kiss him lol so funny
• Accuses Bella of liking Edward more than him because of his looks/money. No, Jacob. Is that him like reassuring himself that he only isn’t Bella’s first choice because of those factors???
• Goes to Bella’s wedding and physically hurts her when he finds out that Bella plans on having sex with Edward while she’s still human. Bella tells him twice to let go of her, Edward then demands, then Seth tells him to twice more, then Edward says it again and he finally lets go. Then proceeds to threaten to kill Edward right now (IN FRONT OF HIS WIFE ON THEIR WEDDING DAY) None of this was his business, but he doesn’t seem to understand when it’s not.
• Rips the phone out from the wall so his father (who is in a wheelchair) cannot call Sam to tell him that Jacob is going to try to kill the Cullens. This part always bothered me. Your father is in a wheelchair…what if something bad would’ve happened? It just irks me.
• Goes to kill his best friend and her husband’s whole family just because he thinks Bella is a vampire. Good reasoning for murder, dude!
• Always ALWAYS a l w a y s guilts Bella into thinking his pain and sadness is all her fault.
• Genuinely does not care about Bella’s happiness. Edward would let Bella go if she wanted to be with Jacob. If the situation was switched and Bella was leaving Jacob for Edward, he’d probably kill Edward and who knows, probably Bella herself. If her happiness doesn’t benefit him, then he doesn’t care. He doesn’t want what’s best for her, only him.
• Constantly speaks rudely about imprinting, but never takes into consideration that the wolves literally cannot help it. But when it’s him that imprints…imprinting is great 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit…like please…can you not
• Goes to kill a baby born less than an hour ago just because it’s birth killed the girl who he loved. Lol me too, dude. He probably would’ve succeeded too if he didn’t imprint on the baby or if Rosalie couldn’t stop him. He even called Renesmee a murderer ahaha what she’s a newborn
• “Haven’t we experimented enough for one day? Okay, Bella’s doing great, but let’s not push it.”
LOL BOYYYY. You wanted to kill this baby like 3 days ago or something chill. He’s already possessive and acts like just because he imprinted on her that she was now his and belonged more to him and not her own mother.
• Told Charlie what he was and that Bella was “something” in order to allow the Cullens to stay and to keep Charlie in Bella’s life…okay but we all know it wasn’t for anyone’s benefit but his own. Charlie’s life was put in danger by telling him to come to the Cullen’s but you know whatever…I can keep my newborn baby girlfriend!1!
“So, is that your human?” The Angel of Death does that unsettling thing where she can see any mortal on the face of the earth, no matter who they are or what they are doing – though in this case, she admittedly does not need supernatural powers, given that Chloe is standing just across the way in Lux. Azrael raises an eyebrow and whistles, ancient bronze eyes gleaming appraisingly. “That’s far better than I thought you could do, little brother. I’m impressed.”
Lucifer squirms horrendously. Trying to keep another dangerous female relative under containment has been causing him no end of trouble. Azrael is a different kind of threat than their mother, and she does not appear inclined to stay, but he has absolute kittens every time she looks in Chloe’s direction. “Sis, can you – please not do that thing where you look at her like she’s a dead cow in the desert, and you’re a buzzard circling overhead, waiting to pick her bones clean? And she’s not my human, not really. I’d say fifty-fifty split with Maze. More thirty-seventy with Maze. Twenty-eighty?”
“Then you’re missing out.” Azrael leans on the bar in her black leather biker jacket, the metallic shimmer of her eyeshadow catching the light of the revolving disco ball. Her fingers tap to the pulsing electronica from the dance floor. “What’s this music? It’s terrible.”
“Forgot how much I missed you, Az.” Lucifer has another minor heart attack as her gaze lingers on Chloe. It could just be frank admiration, but he can’t wait to get the literal personification of Death away from his — no, not his, that’s the whole bloody point – detective. “Look, if we agree that I’ll go find what I might have done with your toy, you stay away from her?”
“I’m not here for her. Yet.” Azrael shrugs, throwing back another shot of whatever jet fuel she’s already had a few rounds of, though of course it does nothing more than make her talkative. “You do remember that she’s mortal, Lucifer?”
“Far too well, thanks,” he mutters tersely, wondering if it would be too conspicuous if he rushed over pretending to have an urgent phone call from the station, some tragic pudding-related incident of Daniel’s, and dragged Chloe out. At least she’ll have sense, at least she’ll keep talking to the suspect they set up a meeting with here, at least she won’t –
Oh bloody, buggering hell. She’s coming over.
Lucifer’s frantic attempts to signal to her that he has the situation under control do nothing to deter her, as she steps up in front of them and glances between them with that particular kind of raised eyebrow she always reserves for anyone of the female variety she catches Lucifer chatting with. “Hey, so, who’s this?”
“Nobody,” Lucifer babbles. “Absolutely nobody important. Old – definitely not friend, who was just passing through briefly and is leaving tonight. Was supposed to be already gone.”
Azrael looks inordinately amused. Tosses her long, ink-black hair over one shoulder, offers a silver-ringed hand, and says in that husky, strong-whiskey voice of hers, “I’m his sister.”
“Sis…?” Chloe has heard enough about the family by now to have some guess as to who that is supposed to be. She looks – good girl – rather leery of taking Azrael’s hand, as Lucifer debates the merits of body-slamming his sister through the glass rack. He shifts his weight, determined to prevent any physical contact between them, just in case. “So, is that Ms. Morningstar, or Ms. God?”
Azrael looks judgmentally over at Lucifer. “Certainly not the former. Azrael is fine.”
“And you’re here for?”
“My little brother was very careless with something that belongs to me.” Azrael’s gaze is as dark and starless as the sky before a storm. There seems to be a cold breath of air running through Lux by virtue of her very presence, as Lucifer prays that none of the clubgoers will, oh, choke on a cocktail olive and force her into an abrupt execution of her professional duties. “I understand that you, as a detective, might be helpful in locating this item?”
“I’m a homicide detective,” Chloe says, more than a little coolly. “Unless someone’s dead, I can’t help. And it sounds like something you should take up with your brother.”
“I could.” Azrael shrugs. “You will have noticed, however, that he is not very…forthcoming with information.”
“No.” Chloe snorts. “That he is not.”
Lucifer finds it even more unsettling to watch his terrifying sister and the detective having something remotely approaching a moment of female bonding over his failures, than he did with Chloe hitting it off with either Maze or Amenadiel. He clears his throat. “Already told you, Az. I sent it away with Mum. Not here. So flutter off somewhere else and – ”
“Do you know where you sent it?” Azrael interrupts.
“And what could use it to come through?”
“Somehow I’m guessing the answer is not a fabulous parade of America’s Next Top Model winners?”
Azrael whirls to pin him with a stare that makes Lucifer’s witticisms shrivel up and die squeaking in his throat. Bloody hell, he will personally pay her bar tab if it gets her out of here. He shifts again, trying to keep himself between the two women, even as Chloe is standing on tiptoe trying to peek over his shoulder. Azrael, for that matter, is looking even more amused. “Not your human?” she says. “Could have fooled me.”
“Yeah, I think I can see the family resemblance.” Chloe puts a hand on Lucifer’s side, trying to edge him out of the way, but he still doesn’t budge. Over his dead body (not at all a figure of speech, given that he has ended up that way twice where the detective is concerned) is he going bloody anywhere. Where the hell is Amenadiel? Probably upstairs hiding under the bed, lionheart that he is when it comes to Az. Though if an immortal can have heart failure, especially given that Chloe is touching him, Lucifer is definitely about to have it.
Azrael’s gaze flicks between the two of them for a moment longer. Then she shrugs and steps back. “I’ll be back tomorrow,” she says. “And both of you will be helping me look for it.”
With that, she turns and – doesn’t walk across the club toward the door, entirely, so much as she just isn’t there anymore. Lucifer remains rooted to the spot, staring after her, arm instinctively outstretched in front of Chloe, who herself seems slightly rattled – but only slightly – by her first full-frontal experience of a member of his sodding family who isn’t sodding Amenadiel. “Your sister,” she says at last. “Well, nobody’s going to accuse you of having a boring home life.”
“Not at all,” Lucifer mutters. “Detective, just… just stay away from her, all right?”
“Why?” Chloe looks up at him with her blasted usual pragmatism. “If she’s supposed to be the Angel of Death, she can’t actually kill me, can she? Just take me away when I’m dead?”
Lucifer winces. “Detective, please don’t talk about that.”
His voice feels caught in his throat. “About… about you dying.”
Chloe seems about to say something else, perhaps to remind him that it’s rather odd for him to be squeamish about dead humans, given both his day job and his former day job. But instead she glances down, catches his hand quickly in hers, and says, “Lucifer, I promise. I am going to be absolutely fine.”
“I certainly hope so.” He manages a nod. “Just. Still. Don’t go near her.”
“We’ll see.” Chloe’s eyes remain focused on the spot of Azrael’s departure. “I have a feeling she meant it when she said she’d be back.”
Most unfortunately, Lucifer does as well. He’s already shielded Chloe from the murderous wrath of one of his siblings before, and while he doesn’t think that Azrael is about to follow Uriel in this regard, it does nothing to ease the crushing, scrambling terror he exists in every time there’s any kind of a threat to Chloe’s person. Az wants the blade. They’ll find that. Then she’ll go away.
It’s the first time that the big leader of the Saviors shows up. And now you kind of understand why people are following him. He’s intimidating and the grin he send you make things worse than better.
“Wow, just fucking wow.” Negan whistles and mockingly bows down. “And you are?”
“(Y/N).” Fearful eyes meet Ezekiel’s worried ones.
“You don’t have to be afraid.” The Saviors leader says with a chuckle. “I want to make you spon-fucking-taneous offer.”
Uncomfortable with the situation you cross your arms in front of the chest. “What offer?”
“I’ll take you back home, making you a wife and my boys let your friends, let’s say, alone for the next four weeks.”
Your face is getting pale and your heartbeat drops, not believing what you just heard.
“No.” Ezekiel steps in front of you.
“Ok King dick, I think the lady can speak for herself.” Negan sends you an amused glare, waiting for your answer.
Afraid what Negan will do when you deny his offer you just stand there and stare back at him.
“You’re scaring her, Negan.” Ezekiel says calmly. “It’s for the best you’re going now.”
“Well..” Negan chuckles and sends you a wink. “Maybe next time.”
A little too much you cling onto Ezekiel’s coat, but it doesn’t bother him. An arm is wrapped around your hips as he accompanies you to your house.
“Thank you.” You say and look up in the warm eyes of Ezekiel.
“I’ll always protect you, you know that, right?”
Ezekiel runs his thumb over your cheek as you nod, noses brushing against each other. Shakily breathing you close your eyes as he leans forward and kisses you. Warm and soft his lips moving against yours and small hum in enjoyment leaves your mouth, giving him the chance to slip his tongue in. His tongue explores your mouth before rolling over yours in a passionate dance.
“Can I invite you in the house, my king?” You ask, looking directly in his nearly black eyes.
“I’d highly appreciate that.”
The Joker came up with the idea a
while ago: from time to time you will have ”your day”, which means that for 12 hours you can do whatever you
want. Sometimes it happens twice a month, sometimes weeks and weeks go by and…nothing.
He secretly likes to make you happy but he wouldn’t admit it even if his life depends
on it. A real sweetheart. T__T
(warning: a bit of smut)
“Princess, today’s your day.” His
raspy voice comes from behind you, his breath on your shoulder, waiting for your
You’re sitting on the couch, reading
a magazine, bored to death. You quickly lift your head up, turning to see him, full
“Oh my God, J, like…for reals?”
“For reals,” he confirms, grinning
his silver teeth at you.
You scream, tossing the magazine to
the side, pulling him for a fast kiss, then you push him back and you get off
“That’s all I get?” he complains with
a puzzled look on his face. Oh, he’s such a little jerk, he knows what follows.
“Hold on, let me get dressed, I’ll be
back in a sec, Puddin. “
You are soooooo excited; you didn’t
have your day in almost three months. You run to your closet and get your skimpy
favorite outfit out that you like to wear for such…occasions: a tight red and
green t-shirt (your and his favorite colors) barely going down halfway your abs
, short enough to reveal
your “Property of Joker” huge tattoo spread across your pelvis, plus the matching
really short shorts with your name
printed in the front and his printed on the back. Add the high hills and…you’re
You go back in the living room, and
he sits on his chair, waiting, playing with his gold chains.
“Under 5 minutes, Princess, I’m impressed.
I should let you have your day more often, this way you get ready in time,” he mocks
“Whatever Mister J,” you roll your
eyes while sprinting towards him and landing on his lap. “First thing on my
list, always,” you whisper, pulling down on his bottom lip with your finger,
teasing him a bit before you start kissing him passionately.
thing on your list is always making out with J for about half an hour. The
reason why? He usually would do it for about 10, 15 minutes and then… well, you
can imagine with him being such an impatient man. When it’s your day he can’t
stop until you stop. Ha! Sucker! For sure taking advantage of this. You know it’s
about time to put an end to it when your lips go numb. His hands are all over
you and you know what he wants but it’s not going to happen right now. You have
more stuff to do and can’t waste time, otherwise you’ll be trapped in the
bedroom all day.
He growls, unhappy, trying to pull
you back when you part from his mouth and you know better than to let him snitch
you. You dodge his hand and walk backwards,
licking on your lips so you can get some feeling back into them; they feel so
red and swollen, just like his. You let out a devilish snicker (and you know
you’ll pay for all of it later), encouraging him to get up so you can finally
leave the penthouse.
“Come on, babeee, I wanna have fun
out there, come on, pleasseeeee?”
“Damn it, it’s your day, I guess,” he
gives up, frustrated, because he has to. He came up with the stupid thing
anyway and now he can’t take it back. You smile to yourself watching him walk a
bit funny towards the elevator. You almost feel sorry for him. Almost…
To compensate, you let him give you a few hickeys
on the way down, this way he feels like he’s getting some revenge on you.
thing on your list is shopping and actually paying for the stuff you like. The
Joker pouts and has a tantrum because his Pumpkin shouldn’t do such a common, boring
thing as paying for stuff. But what are you supposed to do with all the money
you have anyway?!
you are out during the day, you are using a black, unmarked car and you ask him
to take you in Gotham woods at your favorite spot so he can speed and race.
OMG, you love speed. He drives like a demon through the paved road, mostly
deserted since Mister J bought the property last year and closed it down to the
public. He does cookies and spins too and you love it until it starts to make
Puddin, I think I’m good now!” you let him know with a grimace. “I’m starting
to get sick.”
J snickers, still doing a few more doughnuts while you dig your nails in his
arm, yelling at him to stop. He can be such a stubborn ass sometimes. Thank God
his rampage doesn’t last for longer.
go to the movies and he rents a whole screening room just for the two of you.
You wanted to watch a scary movie and he wanted to watch you get naked but you
win because it’s your day and you have plans. He frowns for the length of the
whole movie, arms crossed on his chest, not even looking your way until the
end. Jeez, sometimes you feel you live with a 5 year old. You sigh and you have
to be the bigger person (again) and give him your neck for more hickeys. That seems
to please him, but you’re sure you will regret it in a little bit. In fact, you
already are, your skin looks like a bruised up minefield.
lunch with Frost and his new girlfriend. You really like her since she’s your
sister. They both seem to stare at your love bites that you don’t even try to
hide. You like to wear them with pride, like battle wounds. People need to know
how you suffer. Small talk going on, she lifts her eyebrows, pointing her lips towards
your hickeys and you sigh, rolling your eyes and soundlessly mutter “temper.”
She understood what you said and she giggles, quickly coughing when Mister J
looks your way. You play with your food, trying to look as innocent as possible.
The boys don’t talk too much; they are kind of socially awkward anyway. You don’t
think they know what to say to each other except work stuff.
to the penthouse, day almost over with.
Princess, hurry up!” the Joker rushes you, coming out of the bedroom with only his
gym shorts on, your name printed all over. You guys really like
ready, almost done! I swear!” you grab
the popcorn from the microwave, plus your Pepsi and you follow him to the gym
area. This is one on the best things to ask for when it’s your day: the Joker working
out and you watching, eating popcorn and sipping on your drink. It’s better than
any movie, ever. You whistle and roar every couple of minutes, visibly pleased
with the view.
Puddin, work it! Oh, look at those muscles,” your eyes widen, totally getting
excited. He’s starting to sweat a bit and that makes him look even more delicious
to you and he knows it. He gets off the weight bench and with just two fingers
he slowly and seductively pulls down on his shorts, watching your mouth open in
anticipation. You choke on the popcorn but quickly recover because the show is
getting better and better. Right before he uncovers what you’re dying to see,
he pulls up his shorts, full of himself.
for doing the same thing to me all day, baby doll.”
a jerk! He’ll pay; your day is not over yet.
come help me?” he winks and you agree, still upset though.
doing pushups with you sitting on his back and you count.
“50,51,52 …Wow, J, how many can you do?! Last time you
hundred,” he grunts from under your weight, pushing himself to the limit.
impressed, you know,” you reply, spanking him and continuing to count,
back to slurping on your Pepsi.
for your grand finale, you lured The Joker in the bedroom,( which was effortless
after you took your top off) and tight him to the bed with handcuffs. You still
have 20 minutes from your day left so you decided he’s going to pay for the
hickeys, for the gym scene and for other things he always does to you.
him to the max, kissing him all over, brushing your skin on his but not letting
him touch you himself. You bite his flesh softly and he just goes crazy.
me, doll, I can’t take it anymore, I want you right now. “
have three minutes,” you give him an evil smile, licking his neck.
stop it or I swear I’m gonna punish you the worst way possible.”
do it…Daddy!” you smirk.
he’s done. When you call him Daddy he’s a goner and you soooo know it.
going to be nice, Puddin and untie you a minute earlier”, you smile, feeling
sorry for him and to be honest at this point for you too. “But you owe me since
you’re cutting into my time.”
purrs, biting his lips, his eyes devouring you.
Puddin, I can’t find the keys,” you say, looking around the bed, trying to hold
not yet,” you giggle, still looking around.
lets his head fall down on the pillow, annoyed.
them, I swear I will, but now…”
on top of him, forcing him to look at you again.
what… Daddy? We can have fun anyway, it’s not like we didn’t do this before. Since
you find yourself in this…position, I will just have to take advantage of you.”
You kiss him roughly and he lets out a deep moan.
“I don’t deserve
something I don’t know,” you bite his lip and pull yourself up, starting
to take your bra off.
this took so long to write but I really love it and it’s really long and angsty and fluffy but trust me I think it’s worth it! PS it’s a prompt someone sent me :3
Prompt: Phil has never known happiness. To end his misery, he goes to Big Ben, finds a way to the top and jumps. Dan sees Phil and somehow manages to catch him. They finally meet at the hospital and begin to fall in love. Dan must find a way to help this new man from hurting himself again. But he believes Phil doesn’t love him so he must try to keep their friendship unromantic, all the while Phil is trying to bring them as close as possible.
AN: I had to change it a little bit, but it’s still close to the prompt c: btw, thanks for sending it in and curing my writers block!
word count: 6513 holy fuck
warnings: suicidal thoughts and actions, self harming, depression, mentions of rape, verbal, mental and physical abuse, cliche shit
Rating: PG Characters/Pairings: Anakin/Padme/Obi-Wan (ObiAniDala) Warnings: None Summary: Of course their ship crashed. Of course there’s a blizzard, with no hope for immediate help. But they’ve got blankets, food, and well, each other. (In which Anakin and Padme invite Obi-Wan into their bed blanket fort.)
Padme, resourceful as ever, had managed to find a portable heater in one of the freighter’s holds, and procured every foil blanket and scrap of cloth she could find in the ship. While Obi-Wan coded and sent off a scrambled emergency message that would hopefully remain undetected by the Separatists for the next couple of days, Anakin cobbled together a spare heat lamp with the contents of an ancient oil can, the rusted drum of a spare thermal exhaust and whatever odds and end he’d managed to scour from the Hawkbat’s incredibly battered toolkit.
“Let’s hope that doesn’t blow up,” Obi-Wan remarked as he walked into the common room and saw Anakin attempt to light it.
I love your VS analysis ! I wanted to know we all know that Hilal is Leon's first love but do you think he was a womanizer before Hilal or the kiss in ep 17 was his first one ?
Thank you! :) You are so kind. ;)
I don’t think he was a “womanizer”. He might be just a little flirtitous. He knows how to approach and court a woman. :) So I don’t think his first kiss was with Hilal. *lol* He may be a very young boy but he is also a true gentleman. In that area these kind of things weren’t seen so inconvenient. (little flirtings etc, but of course I am not talking about Ottoman culture.) He has manners at least. When you think about Ali Kemal and Eleni situation, he is definitely better than him. *whistling*
Remember your orders.
Shoot low. A miss which throws dust in the enemy’s eyes is better than one which whistles in his ear.
Shoot the enemy while they are rubbing their eyes.
Economise ammunition and don’t kill a man three times.
Remember that trenches are curly and dug-outs deep – look round the corners.
Watch the progress of the fight and your neighbouring Tanks.
Watch your infantry whom you are helping.
Remember the position of your own line.
Smell out the enemy’s machine guns and other small guns and kill them first with your 6-pdrs.
You will not see them for they will be cunningly hidden.
You must ferret out where they are, judging by the following signs:–
A shadow in a parapet.
A hole in a wall, haystack, rubbish heap, woodstack, pile of bricks.
They will usually be placed to fire slantways across the front and to shoot along wire.
One 6-pdr. shell that hits the loophole of a m.g. emplacement will do it in.
Use the 6-pdr. with care; shoot to hit and not to make a noise.
Never have any gun, even when unloaded, pointing at your own infantry, or a 6-pdr. gun pointed at another Tank.
It is the unloaded gun that kills the fool’s friends.
Never mind the heat.
Never mind the noise.
Never mind the dust.
Think of your pals in the infantry.
Thank God you are bulletproof and can help the infantry, who are not.
Always have your mask handy.
Royal Tank Regiment guidelines for tankers, WWI.