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Cursed Thoughts - Prince!AdamxReader

Request: I beg of you to make a prince Adam after he turns back and the girl is plus size and insecure about it and doesn’t think Adam could love her now cuz she’s bigger than him now and I would love this so much I’ve had a rough night/day please and thank you

A/N : so this is my first writing in a while, but oh well.  Requests are open! 

Warnings: Angst, Self-hatred(kind of not really)

Word Count: 759

Weeks after the curse had been broken [Y/N] had been distancing herself from Adam as much as possible. There was this never ending sense of dread that filled her, knowing she wasn’t good enough for him anymore.  He would obviously seek her out to tell her she was to leave the castle for him to find another suitor since he had to be married to become the king.

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Staffing Issues

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This is a loose continuation from Model Predator (I think something needs to happen in between, though).  I’ll be back to the Something Familiar story-line with the next one.

“Got everything?” Chat asked, hefting a duffel bag to his shoulder.

Marinette settled the straps of her backpack, taking the time to fasten the chest strap and hip belt.  "Are you sure about lugging everything to… where are we going again?“

Chat beamed at her, excited to see her expression when they got there.  "I found the perfect place for the next batch of photos.  You’ll love it.”  She didn’t need to know that he found it by doing a photoshoot there in his civilian identity.

“Let me guess,” she said, rolling her brilliant blue eyes in an exaggerated fashion.  "It’s a surprise.“

"You know me so well!”  That pleased him, too.  Marinette was one of the sweetest kindest people he knew, and to realize that she cared enough to really get to know Chat made his chest all warm.  He tamped down on the emotion before it could manifest as a purr that he didn’t want to have to explain.  All his visits with her had been the highlight of his summer so far, and he really didn’t want to have to look too closely at his motivations.

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anonymous asked:

3 or 85 or both!!!! Dianetti ! I've read your stories and loved it, sorry I took so long to send a prompt!

3. “I’m going to kill you!” and 85. “Wow thanks a lot.”

Gina!” Rosa’s voice ricochets forcefully like a hail of bullets flying throughout the precinct. With her entrance, heads are turned and fear is abound as she stomps angrily towards her target. “I am going to kill you.”

The sheer lunacy and steadfastness of her words sets everyone off. Suddenly the hustle and bustle of the Nine-Nine settles down, small talk and crime solving all grinding to a halt as every person present watches with bated breath at whatever enraged and violent showdown is about to occur. Everyone thanks their lucky stars they aren’t the target of Rosa’s fury.

The only problem is- the very target of Rosa Diaz’s anger doesn’t even so much as flinch.

As her name had been screamed seconds earlier, the subject of Rosa’s frustration was none other than Gina Linetti.

“Say what?” Gina doesn’t even look up from her phone, and this blatant disregard is why everyone is watching.

You see, while Rosa strikes fear into the hearts of all whom she meets- Gina is afraid of no one.

(Of course, there are some exceptions. Gina can usually tell when she crosses a line with Rosa, and when Rosa’s in a delirious state Gina knows like any other human with the capacity to think that stepping on Rosa’s toes in any way is a big no-no. Sadly, this does not seem to be one of those times.)

Frustrated, Rosa grabs Gina’s phone from her hands and places it flat down on Gina’s desk. But there’s a certain caution with which Rosa does this- in addition, Gina doesn’t resist and lets Rosa take her phone away. There’s also a certain gentleness to how Rosa places Gina’s phone on her desk, as if at the back of her mind she knows no matter how mad she is at Gina, bringing harm to Gina’s phone would be on par with punching her in the face.

“Stop acting like you don’t know what you did, Linetti.” Rosa’s hand slams on Gina’s desk as she says this to emphasize her point, but she doesn’t receive more than a suggestive eyebrow raise from Gina.

“And what did I do?” Gina leans back in her chair, crossing her arms comfortably. “Tell me, Diaz. Since we’re doing this last name thing now.”

Rosa had no idea how Gina had become like this- so immune to her anger, not at all phased by her threats. Had she gone soft on Gina? Despite Gina’s general lack of fear regarding Rosa, she’s never been this blasé when Rosa had confronted her in the past. Like she’s confident she’ll come out of this unscathed.

“You broke up with Pimento over text, using my phone!” Rosa swiftly pulls her own phone out as evidence. The text sent to Pimento sits at the bottom of the screen, clear as day. There isn’t even a reply. Gina only grins in response, proud of her crime.

Yuh huh, you’re welcome for that.” Gina picks her phone back up from the desk and goes back to- is she watching a video about a monkey?

“Wow.” Rosa’s breath rasps indignantly- how in the hell does someone like Gina Linetti exist? Who does something invasive like that with no remorse whatsoever? “Thanks a lot,” she snarls sarcastically.

“Anytime, boo. So we done here?”

Rosa’s voice is this close to a growl when she speaks. Why is it this hard to confront Gina? She’s clearly in the wrong but somehow thinks Rosa was thanking her?

“No- we are not done here. You know I was being sarcastic. How could you dump Pimento over text for me? I never asked you to do that.”

Gina resolutely places her phone flat down on her desk, voluntarily this time. “Yeah… I don’t buy that. You’ve wanted to be done with him for ages by now. He’s a loser who doesn’t deserve you.”

Rosa scoffs so harshly it hurts the back of her throat. “Well, maybe let me decide that for myself, instead of thinking you know everything.”

Gina bolts up from her desk, and Rosa has trouble deciding if she’s happier to have invoked such a reaction or angrier about the Pimento thing.

“Okay- first off? I do know everything. Always have, always will. That’s just a fact of life- which I can confirm since I know. Everything.” She carefully enunciates those last words and presses a pointed finger into Rosa’s shoulder to emphasize her point.

Which Rosa ignores, because if she doesn’t stick to what this argument was about, Gina will derail and set off track their entire conversation.

“Gina,” she calmly starts. “I never asked you to help me dump Pimento. If I wanted to, I would’ve done it myself. And I would’ve done it on my own time and my own terms. Got it?”

“So why haven’t you?”


“Because you’re a coward, yeah, I get it now.” Gina interrupts in a huff. “You were never going to leave him, even though you so clearly can’t stand him anymore.”

“What makes you so sure I even want to break up with him in the first place?”

“Um, everything? You never mention or talk about him, you’re never with him- should I carry on listing things or is this an open and shut case?”

Rosa unclenches a fist and tries to find words. It doesn’t help that Gina’s got her arms crossed as she looks triumphantly upon Rosa, glad to have proven her point.

“Still- you overstepped your boundaries, Gina.” Gina only groans and rolls her eyes at this but Rosa continues. “You know how unstable he is, how could you just-”

“Wait, he didn’t hurt you, did he?” There’s this edge coupled with guilt in Gina’s voice, and she looks just about ready to apologize as well as hunt Pimento down. To kill him.

“No,” Rosa clarifies, and Gina lets out a tense breath as her face composes itself. “But Gina- he could have hurt you.”

“What?” Gina’s face contorts in disbelief. “You’re worried about me? I’m not the one tied down to a psycho boyfriend here.”

“You didn’t just text him from my phone, Gina, you left him a voicemail.”

Gina brandishes a nervous grin. “Oops, my B. Shouldn’t have done that while I was drunk. So… he knows it was me and he’s coming here to murder me now? Cool…”

“No. He didn’t see the text. Or the voicemail.”

“How? Did you delete them?” Gina’s face falters. “Were you with him?”

“Broke into his house. He uses his work phone when he’s working on cases, so he left his personal phone at home.”

“Nice,” Gina praises, but it’s half-hearted and she’s clearly still bothered by something. “So he doesn’t know anything. Nothing wrong with your relationship. Yay…”

“Alright stop,” Rosa cuts Gina off after the ‘yay’ goes on for far too long. “I didn’t delete anything yet, just stole his phone. I… don’t know how to use his phone.”

Gina sighs. “So you want my help.”

“You’re always on your phone, so. Maybe you’ll know how to delete the text and voicemail that you sent.”

“Yeah, yeah, point taken. Hand it over.”

Rosa fishes the phone out of her pocket and passes it to Gina, whose eyebrows furrow when she sees the extremely outdated model.

“What the hell is this?”

“He buys burner phones.”

Right.” Gina makes a face that reads yikes but flips open the phone anyway. “Okay…”

“Did you delete them?”

“Whoopsie. I think I just accidentally clicked play and I don’t know how to pause it. Eh, let’s just listen to my beautiful voice first.”

Rosa rolls her eyes but stays silent as Gina lays Pimento’s phone down on her desk.

“Hey Pineapple! Haha, that’s Jake’s nickname, but it works for you too, right? Anyhoozle, you’re probably sad because Rosa finally got the guts to dump you. My advice? Crawl into a hole a stay there. Forever.” Drunk Gina drags out that last word which makes Gina laugh.

Rosa gives her a look. “Really?”

“What? I stand by it.”

In the voicemail, Drunk Gina laughs at her own… burn before she carries on talking.

“But yeah dude. You should’ve seen this coming a million miles away. Rosa’s too hot for you-”

Rosa can’t help but grin, a burn spreading to her cheeks all the way to the tips of her ears.


Gina rolls her eyes. “Shut up.”

“-and she’s too cool. Why does she keep dating guys like you anyway?! She’s supposed to be with me. You ever love someone who you can’t have P-man? Never mind, I don’t care-”

The voicemail cuts off before Gina can even motion to try and stop the message from playing. Instead, she sits in her chair, frozen and glaring at the phone like she’s having a staring contest.

Rosa, on the other hand, feels like time has just stopped. She can’t believe this- why had she not seen it before? Rosa feels like a boulder just fell on her chest.

She’s an idiot.

“You…” she chokes out feebly. “You love me?”

Gina averts her eyes, and suddenly Rosa’s never seen Gina quite so scared of her- never seen Gina quite so scared ever, in fact.

“Yeah, but who cares.” She quickly fumbles for the phone and frantically clicks on the buttons, successfully deleting the text and voicemail from Pimento’s phone, before handing it to Rosa. “Go back to your boyfriend.”

Gina gets up and leaves her desk, and Rosa’s left to stare at Pimento’s phone. Her… boyfriend’s phone.

But now, saying that feels wrong- it feels dirty and forced and not at all what she wants anymore.

What she wants has been in front of her the whole time- and now she’s walking away.

“Gina, wait!” Rosa turns around and calls desperately, and to her relief Gina stops walking away and turns around.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Because if Gina had said something before, things could have been different. Things could have been better.

“There was nothing to say,” Gina remarks weakly, the life in her voice dying out. Hearing this hurts Rosa to no end.

“I have something to say.” A flicker of hope and intrigue flashes in Gina’s eyes which flattens into confusion when Rosa digs out her own phone.

“What are you doing?”

“Dumping Pimento on his work phone.”

Gina’s so pleasantly surprised she starts laughing- and oh, the sound of her laughter had always been soothing to Rosa’s ears. Her smile could melt any ice-cold heart. Her laugh was like a breath of fresh air to a drowning man.

Pimento doesn’t even pick up his phone, so Rosa leaves a voicemail.

“We’re done.”

She then shoves her phone back into her pocket and makes quick and large strides to get to Gina.

“Babylon, now,” she whispers quickly to Gina who chuckles in response and follows her without question.

No one sees Gina and Rosa for three hours straight.

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the best study tip ever for finishing off an essay

When you’re 100 words away from finishing that horrific essay that you’ve been working on all day, and it’s 3 am and you’ve had no sleep and you don’t think you can last another minute… go to YouTube and queue ‘We are the Champions’ by Queen. You can only press play when you’re finished. Finish writing that last beastly 100 words, with renewed vigor, knowing that soon, you will be finished, that you’ve worked so hard, and that soon you will be a champion. Write that last word, and then press play on the video. Trust me. The feeling will be euphoric. Lift your arms up into the air and enjoy the moment. You are a champion. Hell yeah.

Stupidly obvious solmates

A while back @loving-cs-fanfiction reblogged this post and I was stupid enough to start writing this prompt on top of all the things I had to do already, today I finally give her The Thing. It’s slightly more stupid than anything she might have wanted, but I had all the fun writing it. Unbeta’d so forgive me for these 5300 words (exactly geez) of Captain Swan. I’ll re-read it later, but for now I just want it to be OUT of my drafts.

tagging also @killiancygnus because I know she might like it.


Without further ado, I give you the silliest soulmate au you’ve ever read.

Rum was a good idea. Vodka was an awesome idea. Thank God for Ruby and her incredible supply of alcohol, because Emma was having the time of her life.

So what if she had an nine a.m. class the morning after? She could do it. She could totally drink everyone under the table, she was not at all drunk. Not one bit.

“Emma, careful! The table!”

Okay, maybe she was a little bit drunk. Just a tad. No biggie, she could use Granny’s hangover cure in the morning and everything would be fine. She kind of hoped she would black out so she wouldn’t remember seeing Killian fucking Jones sporting her name on his exposed chest like some sort of prize or whatever because he was the sworn enemy of his own buttons.

Wear a fucking t-shirt for fuck’s sake. Fuck.

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Ride or Die.7

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

Description: Someone can’t keep their hands to themselves after a trip to the tattoo shop. Here’s a hint: It’s Taeyong.

Warning: Fingering

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“How does it feel? Still hurt?” Taeyong asked, carefully turning your wrist over, gently brushing his thumb over the new detail added to your body.
“No,” You shook your head slightly, watching him removing the old bandage and replace it with a new one. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“Good.” Once finished, he pressed his lips softly to the top of the bandage before straightening up in his seat, gripping the steering wheel once more.
After meeting Taeyong’s old friend and finished your tattoos, he had taken you a few more cities away, the two of you being stuck in the car for almost a week straight. When Taeyong had decided you were far enough away from your previous location, and was getting antsy from being in the front seat for so long, he had pulled the car into an abandoned shop’s parking lot, to stay for the night, just for a little rest.
“God my ass is numb.” Taeyong swore, removing his seat belt, lowering his seat and stretching, groaning loudly. “We’ve got to find another motel soon, this damn car is going to be the death of me.”
“I don’t think they’ve got a motel in this city.” You said, looking through the little map booklet Taeyong had picked up a few miles back. “No…no there’s nothing here…”
“Great.” He scowled, rubbing his tired eyes and sighing. “We can just stay here for tonight, I don’t think anyone would really care. We’ll keep going tomorrow. Sound like a plan?”
“Sounds good. My butt’s starting to hurt from sitting here all day.”
“I know, now c’mere.” Taeyong smiled, grabbing your hand, guiding you as you climbed over the middle and wound up in Taeyong’s lap. His arm curled around you, pushing your body flush against his, letting you tuck your head in his neck, his other hand coming up to gently thread through your hair.
“Jagi…” He muttered, thumb rubbing soft circles against your lower back.
“Hmm?” You lifted your head, just a breath away from his, eyes locking.
“I love you.” He breathed, eyes flicking to your lips, then back to your eyes.
“I love you, too.”
“That makes me happier than you’ll ever know.” Taeyong whispered, and half smiled before connecting your lips in a gentle kiss. His hands found their way to your sides, fingers curling, pressing marks into your hips, forcing you closer to his body.
“You make me happier than you’ll ever know.” You breathed against his lips, almost whimpering when his grip on your hips forced you to move just barely brush against Taeyong’s lower front.
“Jagi,” His tightening his grip, tugging your hips to move you just the slightest bit against his front, groaning deeply when you began moving on your own accord, rocking against him. “Don’t tease me like that…”
“You started it…”
“And I’ll finish it.” Taeyong growled, pushing you from his lap and all but dragged you to the back seat, pinning you on your back.
“T-Tae,” You whimpered when he began attacking your neck, pressing wet, loud kisses on the bare skin. “He-uh Tae….here?”
“Do you have a better place?” Taeyong teasedd against your neck, moving down to bite your collar bone harshly, drawing a sharp yelp from you, whimpering when he hiked your leg up, curling it around his waist as he settled between your spread legs. “Do you?”
“Then yes,” Taeyong moaned deeply against your collar, rolling his hips against yours, pressing his need for you against your clothed warmth. “Here.”
“Wa-wait!” You shrieked when his fingers caught in the belt loops of your jeans, determined to take them off. “What if someone sees?”
He chuckled against your chest, nipping the soft flesh, leaving a small red mark.
“Babe, who’s going to come wandering around at an abandoned shop? And if they do….” His attention shifted, fingering the bottom of your shirt, feeling the soft fabric between his fingers, then tugged at it, impatiently waiting for you to arch your back, just how he liked you to, and allowed him to rip the offending clothing from your body, letting it fall to the car floor. “They should know better than to come snooping around a lone car parked.”
“What if it’s a cop?”
Taeyong groaned again, attempting to sit up, still bent over somewhat from the low car roof.
“You’re not going to stop worrying are you?”
“Well then,” Taeyong smirked through the slowly fading sun light. “I guess we have to be fast, huh?”
In a flash, he hooked his fingers in either side of your pants and yanked them down as far as he could as he kneeled above you. For a second, the air was light, you giggling quietly when Taeyong had to press himself against the car door, you having to tuck your legs up to your chest as he wiggled your pants completely from you before taking his place back between your now bare thighs. You twitched, holding back a whine as his cold fingers ghosted up your thigh, his deep chuckle sending shocks straight to your core.
“Are you ticklish, jagi?” Taeyong teased, lightly digging his fingers into your side, smirking once more when your body tensed. “Or is it just my touch that’s got you so worked up?”
“You know what it is.” You quietly answered back, watching him lean back slightly, his intense gaze trail from your eyes, to the mark settling on your neck, his favorite bra you were wearing, and stopping at the growing wet spot on your panties, a smirk growing on his lips.
“I do,” He whispered, fingers lightly dusting your clothed core, smiling with male pride when your hips jolted against your will. “I know you want my touch. You love it. You beg for it. You crave it.”
Before he even said the last word, his body was pressed tight against yours, laying flat against you, hand trapped between your bodies, although being careful to make sure you weren’t crushed under his weight. His burning gaze was locked on you, putting you in a trance, a glint in his eye as his fingers grazed and toyed with the trim of your panties. Carefully noting how your breath hitched, and became heavy and ragged, the corner of his lip curled up, dipping his fingers just below the elastic of your panties, gently brushing your bare hipbone.
“Say it.” Taeyong breathed, his warm breath fanning against your face as your thighs clenched around his waist. “Say it, jagi…and I’ll give it to you.”
“T-Tae please.” You whimpered, bucking your hips as much as you could trapped beneath him. “D-don’t tease, p-please.”
“Say. It.” He said again, his other hand working it’s way down, making you squeal as he rubbed his finger against the wetness staining your panties. “Say it, now.”
“Ah, Tae…please.” You squirmed. “Taeyong…touch me…”
“Anything for my jagi.”
Before your brain could register the next act, Taeyong pressed his lips against yours, silencing the shriek released from you when he finally pushed aside your panties, and sank two fingers into your heat, not given you even a second to recover before immediately setting a steady rhythm while the other hand held you down at the hips. Tossing your head back against the car seat, you were free to moan loudly at his touch, Taeyong even groaning lowly to himself how you were “So fucking hot….so wet….” and “So tight…”.  His movements didn’t let up, even as he ducked down to kiss the top of your chest, biting harshly and sucking marks where ever he saw fit, his own breath getting rougher at every sound you made, letting him know how good he was making you feel. He grinned against your skin when your hips bucked, or attempting to, up to meet his moving fingers, whining when you were unable to thanks to his grip holding you down.
“Ta-ah-Taeyong! Pl-please!” You panted harshly, face scrunched up, biting your lip in pleasure.
“C’mon jagi.” He groaned against your neck, you nearly screamed when his thumb brushed that special bundle of nerves, pressing down, moving his fingers faster. “C’mon baby, come for me…come on my fingers…do it…”
You voice was hoarse when you gave your last call for him, body tensing, back arching, all thanks to this man’s touch, before your body laid still, completely worn out. Your vision was slightly blurring, your heart nearly jumping from your chest when Taeyong removed his fingers, only to move them straight to his mouth, making a show of making eye contact with you while he cleaned your juices from his fingers.
A small grin was permanently on his face, pleased with himself seeing you all strung out like this. Sweating, messy hair, flushed faced and out of breath. Tracing his hand back down your thigh, his thumb rubbed soothing circles against your skin, waiting patiently as your breath returned to normal.
“Tired?” He asked between pressing soothing kisses against the angry red marks plaguing your skin. Weakly you nodded, unable to speak at the moment.
“I’m glad I have this kind of impression on you.” Taeyong mused, leaning up to kneel over you again. 

I’ll Be There - Part 15

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Member: Hoseok

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 6275 

Summary: You and Hoseok are best friends and just like any story that starts like this, nothing good ever happens. One night when Hoseok is in his drunken state, he says some things that make you reconsider how much worth you actually have in his life.

A/N: Okay, I know I’m a little late, but here is finally is. THERE WILL BE AN EPILOGUE. I didn’t want to make this too long and it wouldn’t fit in, so an epilogue it is. Also, none of this is edited, so i’m sorry if there are a lot of typos. I tried to get this out asap. Thank you for reading and enjoy Xx 

Also, I wanted to do a quick birthday shoutout to @kristiniec​. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! 🎉 🎉 🎉

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

“Kiss the bride!” One of the parents say.

“What —” Hoseok turns towards your and gives you a peck on your lips. Wait. What?

“I got the picture!” Your mother shouts with joy.

“Hobi. What did you do.” You look towards him and he gives you a toothy grin.

This was the first time you ever felt your heart flutter in response to Hoseok’s actions. Everyone in the neighbourhood was well aware you and Hoseok. They knew that you were the best of friends. Inseparable since day one, complimenting each other’s qualities, and some more extreme among those that you knew believed that you and Hoseok would get married one day. Perhaps your little five year-old heart started to believe everything that all these people said.

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Buried Alive

Summary: Captain Riza Hawkeye must fake her death and go undercover to infiltrate a group in the east whose goal is to halt the reconstruction of Ishval.

A/N: There will be some Royai bc I am Royai Trash but this is mostly a story about Riza, and it’s a long story. Let me know what you think of this first chapter, and if you have any tips or concrit hmu. This is almost 6,000 words it’s like the longest thing I’ve ever written.

Captain Riza Hawkeye’s fingers glide over the smooth envelope situated in the center of General Roy Mustang’s colossal oak desk. She’s been shuffling from his office to wherever his next meeting would be all morning, so she isn’t sure who’d delivered the thing. She asks Jean Havoc when she bumps into him in the late afternoon, but he only gives her more to consider. He’s been in the General’s office almost all day, he says, mulling over mundane documents about construction site errors and burst sewage pipes, but no one has approached him with anything for the General. She questions Kain Fuery about it next but he just shakes his head at her. “I wasn’t even in this building until an hour ago, sir.” Heymans Breda and Vato Falman were Riza’s last resorts, but they had been running drills at the firing range from the time they got to work to the time she finds them loitering in the halls just before the evening bell rings.

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Cat and mouse part I


– this is pretty much going to be a two part fear!play thingy, lot of smut and stuff in the next part –

Characters: Negan x Female Reader

Words: 797

Warnings: Language

Originally posted by hughxjackman

”Do you think you can run away from me, doll?” you quickly shook your head and you could see the man cock his head in amusement. The boss, Negan, himself had caught you earlier with your butt in the air as you tried to escape the compound through one of the bathrooms tiny windows, so now you were back in your old small cell where all the other prisoners where held. ”Did you think you could escape from me, hm?” he had pushed you inside so that your back was against the cold wall in front of the door, and his body covered the whole door frame in front of you. You rapidly shook your head again and turned your gaze on the cold cement floor. A loud sigh escaped his lips and he took a wide step inside the cell, ”you really disappointed me out there, doll,” he took another step, ”and you know what happens to people who disappoint me.”

You saw the tips of his boots in your vision and you felt tears of fear stinging your eyes, and your vision started to get blurred. He was still quiet, just shifting balance from one leg to another, breathing slowly. ”Eyes on me.” his gravely voice had turned into a hoarse whisper. Afraid to ignore any more orders, you slowly raised your head, following his lean body with your eyes and finally stopped on his face to meet his gaze.

His eyes were almost black with rage and his mouth in an angry snarl. The well known leather jacket was tossed by the door opening, same with his handkerchief he always tied around his neck, the now pulsating, sweaty neck. His bat, named Lucille, were in a tight grip in both of his colossal hands, almost trembling with anger and his knuckles had turned white. He was such a masterpiece and with every second that went you had to remind you what kind of situation you’d put yourself in. Remind yourself how dangerous he was when anybody crossed his path, how many people who had died because of that bat. But it was hard, to not be drawn into that man.

He took another step closer, pressing the bat against you so your back leaned closer against the cold wall until you were pretty much squeezed in between the mans torso and the hard surface. Your heart pounded harder as his breath were in your hair, his frame tall towering over your tinier one. Lucile threatened to puncture your skin. ”Managing to break in to our storages” he whispered, ”steal some of our best guns, steal our food,” he continued, ”then break into my office and steal my keys?” He emphasized the last words by pressing Lucille upp over your throat, not chokingly but enough to warn you about the power he had. ”Not cool, doll. Not cool.” You took a deep breath as you felt how your breathing quickened, feeling your stomach flutter with excitement. The danger were both frightening and exciting.

He leaned down is head, his eyes in your level and he cocked his head again. ”You really think you could trick me?” Your lip trembling when he gave a little weight into the chokehold, and your eyes widened and your hands instinctively grabbed the bat and tried to push it away. Then his famous smug smile played on his lip and he raised a brow. ”Come on then, give it a shot.” Surprisingly for you, he backed away and let Lucille fall to the floor, still holding her and bend his upper torso down to lean on to her. That smile still playing over his lips. ”Run.” You widened your eyes again in surprise, trying to get a grip of this new game he was playing. Would he just swing Lucille as soon as you moved, or would he just make this to a cat-and-mouse game? He smashed Lucille against the wall next to you and gave away a roar and your instincts kicked in. You ran.

As you ran you could hear the whistling, Negan’s whistling. Sometimes it got closer, sometimes it was a taunting melody far, far away, but always in your hearing vision. The fluttering in your stomach getting worse and worse, and you cursed yourself

Making a swift turn you remembered the empty hall where his meetings where usually held. At this hour at the night it should be empty, and filled with different kinds of hiding spots. Sneaking into the corner of the room you hid your small frame in between boxes and clutter, holding your hand over your mouth to not let your breathing be heard too much.

”Doll?” a soft voice echoed into the hall and you pressed your trembling legs together.

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86 + kc

And we’ve reached the final part of this short series! Thank you for all these prompts Maf! It was awesome to write, and I hope you enjoyed them.
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KC + “Am I scaring you?”

Caroline hadn’t seen Klaus since the bonfire party. At this point, she wasn’t certain who was avoiding who exactly, just that they hadn’t spend more than ten seconds in the same room since that night.

She knew her reasons for avoiding him -tall, brunette, gorgeous- but what were his? He had clearly moved on and was over his infatuation with her. She groaned. Why couldn’t she have just fallen for some random kid in her history class or something? Did it really have to be her best friends brother?

Because she had. Fallen for him. She had discovered that weeks ago. The day that she had realized that Klaus Mikaelson had the power to break her heart, he had. And he never looked back.

But now she wasn’t so sure anymore. At the bonfire he had been quick to rush to her, helping her when she tripped and looking downright ready to hurt anyone that had done so to her. She shivered when she thought back to the intensity of his eyes.She sighed, maybe she was just seeing what she had wanted to see?

He always did have the perfect words, but the girl didn’t lie. Katherine Pierce. She knew the girl from reputation only, but it was enough.


“Rebekah?” she called out while she entered the Mikaelson’s living room, “Where are you?”

“She’s upstairs,” an unfamiliar voice answered, and Caroline looked up in surprise at the sight of Katherine Pierce in the house. Of course. Caroline should have prepared herself for the possibility. Klaus didn’t need to hide this one. She regretted the thought instantaneously. It had been her idea to keep their ‘thing’ a secret after all.

“Oh hi,” she waved awkwardly at the intimidating girl, “I’m sorry what are you doing here?”

“Just waiting for my boyfriend,” Katherine told her before she looked back at her phone. “Rebekah is in her room.”

Caroline felt dismissed and without another word walked up towards Rebekah’s room. Boyfriend. The word tore through her hard. Of course, Klaus would date this girl. She was gorgeous, daring, sexy, confident. Everything she wasn’t. She walked up to Rebekah’s room and sighed one last time, masking her feelings before she faced her friend.

“Well you took your time,” Rebekah joked when Caroline entered the room.

“Yeah sorry, I was held up by Katherine for a minute.”

“Oh yeah- my brother’s lovely new girlfriend,” Rebekah said, rolling her eyes. The sarcasm was evident and Caroline was relieved that she wasn’t the only one disliking the girl. Her reasons were a lot more selfish than Rebekah’s though.

“You don’t like her?” Caroline inquired, hoping she didn’t sound too eager for information.

“I don’t know her, and she’s certainly not trying to get known. I mean she’s been over a couple of times in the past two months and all I know is her name and that she has a younger sister. She’s not the kind of girl I would have thought my brother to come home with.”

Caroline processed the words. Two months. She had still been with Klaus at the time. She couldn’t believe he had someone he took home with him, while he was still stringing her along. Anger overcame her and she stood up.

“I’m sorry,” she told Rebekah while she grabbed her purse, “I need to- I totally forgot that I had to- I’ll call you later, okay?” she asked while she ran out of Rebekah’s room.

She had to find Klaus. This couldn’t continue like this. Not while he had some other girl that probably never knew about her either. He couldn’t hurt another girl like he had hurt her. Not that Katherine seemed like the type to break easily…


She had tried his room but it had been empty, looked around the house but hadn’t succeeded. She was pleased to note that Katherine was no longer in the living room, but that brought up the fear that she was gone, because they were somewhere together. Would her heart be able to take it if she found them like that?

It didn’t matter. This was about more than just her.


She found him in the backyard. Before she could second guess herself she ran towards him and pushed him into the direction of the shed, closing the door behind them.

“Caroline-” he said in surprise, glancing around unsurely. He had missed the girl terribly, but he knew they had to keep their distance before he did something they would regret. She deserved so much better than him.

“No. I talk. You listen. I thought I made it clear at the bonfire how you hurt me. How you broke me. I thought by telling you, that I took back the power that made you be able to do so. But I was wrong,” she swallowed deeply and took a step back from him. “You’re ruining me. How could you?”

“Caroline,” he came closer to her, a hand raised in concern. He wanted to keep her at a distance, but she was never supposed to get hurt. He had never imagined she would care enough to get hurt. “I never wanted to-”

“No I don’t need your excuses!” she slapped away his hand. “I have enough of those. I need answers. I need the truth!”

“I’ve given you all I can,” he answered dejectedly. “I’ve tried- I tried to do right by you, and I failed. I don’t know what else to do!”

“Right by me?!? You call breaking up with me when I tell you I’m okay going public doing right by me? You call dumping me over text! Doing right by?” she was seething and started articulating slower, emphasizing her last words, “You call having a girlfriend! Doing. Right. By. Me?” She swallowed back the sobs that were threatening to break free. She knew that no explanations would ever relieve her of her pain.

“Girlfriend? I don’t-” Klaus looked around unsurely, “Who the hell are you talking about?”

She shook her head in anger, “Don’t try to act like you don’t know. I’ve met her. It was one thing to hear that you moved on, but discovering that you’ve been seeing each other while we were together? How could you do that to me? Or if you care about me so little, how could you do that to Katherine?”

“Katherine?” Klaus chuckled and shook his head. “Caroline this is all one big misunderstanding! I’m not dating Katherine. Elijah is.”

“You’re… you’re not?” she was stunned. She was so convinced Klaus had moved on and found himself a new and better girl… but he hadn’t. She wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed. A different girlfriend at least explained their sudden break-up.

“I don’t even like her. We were only talking at the bonfire because we were both waiting for my brother. Ugh Katherine and me,” he made a disgusted face at the thought. “I thought you knew me better than that.”

She bristled, how dare he be offended by her assumption. “Well, what was I supposed to think! You broke up with me out of nowhere. Clearly, I didn’t know you as well as I ever thought I did.”

“At the very least I would expect you to know my type,” Klaus moved closer to Caroline. Now that she had moved past some of her anger, he felt himself relax more. It started to feel like it had before he had ruined it all.

“What is that? Naive and easy?” Caroline sniped back, taking in a harsh breath when she could feel his chest brush hers. Damn, she hadn’t thought this confronting Klaus in a quiet tiny space thing through. Her body still reacted to him, like it had before.

Klaus chuckled. “No. Strong, beautiful, full of light,” he pressed a small kiss at her jaw, “Bossy. Stubborn.” He places a kiss at the corner of her mouth, smiling when he didn’t feel her pull away. “Sexy.”

She shivered and automatically took a step back. Her mind screamed at her not to fall for his pretty words again, but her senses, her heart, they all screamed Klaus.

“Am I scaring you?” he asked when he realized she had flinched away from him. He didn’t want to do anything that Caroline didn’t want to. It was just so easy to get distracted by the blonde beauty. To get lost in her.

“No,” she breathed out. She needed a minute to sort out her thoughts. Her body was screaming at her to lean forward, to have his lips roam over every bit of her skin but she knew she had to be stronger than that. Clearly, he was still interested in her. A lack of physical attraction was never their issue. Communication was. “We can’t,” she whispered at the unspoken question.

“I can’t be the girl that meets you in empty places, Klaus. I deserve more than that.” Before he could interject she continued. “And yes I know the secrecy was my idea, and it was fun at first. But that was when I was still discovering what we were. What I wanted. And I realized that sneaking around? That wasn’t it. If that’s all you want? That’s fine. But it won’t be with me.”

Klaus took the last step forward, his body pressing against Caroline while her back was against the door. “I don’t want anyone else,” he told her, looking at her in disbelief at the suggestion. “All I’ve ever wanted was be with you. Be someone worthy of you. But I’m not-” his voice broke and Caroline looked up in surprise.

“Someone worthy- Klaus!” she hit his arm, “You can’t decide who is or isn’t worthy of me. I chose you. I-” she inhaled sharply, “I choose you.”

“Even after I hurt you?” his voice sounded raspy and she knew she hit an emotional snare. “Caroline I’m not good for you.”

“Why? Because your father made you believe you would never be worth a damn? Don’t forget I’ve known you for years. I never had any illusions about who you were or weren’t. You’ve never hurt me. Not until you told me to leave you.”

“So what are you saying?” he asked, telling himself not to hope. If he was lucky, after today he and Caroline would continue being friends. He wouldn’t have her, but at least she would still be in his life.

“I’m saying,” she pressed against him, and lifted her arms around his neck, “Don’t ever tell to leave again.” With those last words, she pressed her lips against his. She could feel Klaus push her against the wall and moaned at the feeling of his body against hers.

He had made a mistake. Acted badly. But she know realized it came from a place of caring. Where Caroline had wanted to show her feelings by telling people, he had thought setting her free was the right decision. What was that saying? If you love somebody, let them go. If they return they’re yours forever? She didn’t know about forever. But for now? This was who she wanted to be with.

She reached for the hem of his shirt, wanting to remove the pieces of clothing that separated them, but Klaus’ hands on her stopped her. “We can’t,” he gasped against her lips. “There’s something else we have to do first.”

“What’s that?” she asked dazedly. She couldn’t imagine there was anything more important in that moment.

“I believe there’s something we have to tell my sister.”

“You’re serious?” she asked with a grin on her face.

“About you? Always.” He pecked her lips and she captured them in another heated kiss. They were going to make it this time. She was sure of it.

And so the miniseries has concluded. Hope you enjoyed it!

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Lena Luthor/you fic part 18

Originally posted by karadanversbitch

It hadn’t worked.
At least, that’s what you were hoping.  The pain had subsided gradually, and as soon as you could find it in yourself to move you had attempted to break the chains binding your wrists.  The effort proved to be fruitless and you had fallen still again in less than a minute, trying to determine if you were in fact mutated.
Maybe this was just some giant mind-fuck that Lillian was using to play with you.  Maybe what she said was all a lie to make your last hours full of anxiety.  She was smart; she could have simply used some kind of drug to create the painful ‘effect’ of Kryptonian DNA and had your neck cut and then stitched back up.
You laid on that table for God knows how long, trying to convince yourself that this was a cruel deception and that you weren’t really going to hurt Lena.  Still, the potential scenarios ran through your head.  If what Lillian was planning was real…would you know what you were doing?  Would it be like a black out once the programming took over or would you watch yourself kill her?  The idea that Lena’s lifeless body could potentially be in your hands almost made you vomit again.
“Good morning.”
You had been so absorbed in your own thoughts that you hadn’t heard the door open.  Lillian stood in the doorway, smiling that signature, cold sneer.
“How are you feeling?”
You clenched your jaw, refusing to answer.  The woman could practically see the way you were trying to guess her next move.
“That weakness you’re feeling will disappear after we get you into the sun.  That’s how she gets her powers—did you know that about Supergirl?  I imagine you’re as chummy with her now as my daughter is.”
Your heart dropped.  This was real.
“Gentlemen?  Care to get a move on here?”
With that, two burly men entered behind her and made their way to you with haste.  Too exhausted from the toll the last day or so had taken on your body, you allowed them to unchain you and pull you to your feet without much of a struggle.  With the fatigue that plagued your muscles, it seemed hard to imagine that you had any alien powers at all.  Your captors were practically dragging you out of the room and down a maze of various hallways.  The sound of your own feet scraping against concrete rang out in your ears.
No one said another word until suddenly, sunlight was blinding you and your arms were being forced behind your back again.  Despite the initial pain inflicted upon your eyes, the rays felt warm and rejuvenating as they bounced off of your skin.  With every second you spent with your eyes clenched shut, the exhaustion in your bones faded.  
“Can you feel it?  The strength entering your cells from every individual photon that hits you?”
Lillian’s voice cut through the refreshing effect.
You forced your eyes open.  Your pupils dilated immediately.  Despite your newfound strength, you couldn’t manage to break through the restraints on your wrists.
“Get her into the van.  She can finish recharging once the chip is activated.”
The new order caused you to be pulled away from the building and out across a parking lot.  Your heart hammered violently against your ribcage.  You couldn’t fool yourself any longer.  Lillian hadn’t lied to you; this was happening and there was nothing you could to do stop it.  Despite your growing strength, the device locking your arms behind your back refused to break.  
Roughly, you were pushed into a van and tossed to the carpeted floor.
“Any last words before I press this button?”
Lillian had produced a small black box from the pocket of her coat and cocked her head to the side as she held it up for you to see.  
“I—I love her, Lillian.  And I just can’t understand why you don’t.”
“How could I love someone who betrayed her own family after they so generously took her in?”
“Lena is good.”
“Too good for you, perhaps.  You know, I’ve always found it puzzling that she would go for someone like you when she’s apparently so close with Supergirl.  I’ve never been happy with her choice in…suitors, but it seems that anyone would have chosen that blonde-haired, blue-eyed alien over you.”
You dropped your gaze, trying not to let the words spilling from her mouth sting as much as they were.  The van started moving and you jolted to the side.
“She’ll regret it when she realizes what you are now.  And I suppose you’ve always been a bit of a monster; lying to her, lying to me, putting her life in danger…now, you at least have the biology to match.”
“We’re nearing the destination, ma’am,” the driver announced from the front seat.
“Sadly, our chat must come to an end then,” Lillian sighed as if she was disappointed and shook the remote in her hand.  “Give Lena my regards.”
There was a click.  Then a small beep.  Something warm pulsed behind your head.  You expected your vision to go, but instead it remained perfectly clear.  It was your muscles that clenched.  You were completely aware of the fact that the restraints on your wrists were removed.  
Automatically, you got to your feet in the cramped vehicle and before you even knew it you had ripped off the side door and stepped out into the street.  Horns blared as vehicles skidded to a stop and swerved to avoid crashing into you.  A taxi braked too late and its metal frame twisted around your left leg.  You didn’t even flinch.
If you hadn’t been so terrified at the way your limbs were moving on their own, you would have been completely in awe of your apparent invincibility.  Your knees slowly bent as the irritated honks continued and the pavement cracked beneath your feet before you launched up into the air.  
A layout of National City flashed briefly through your head and like a heat seeking missile, you veered through the air sharply.  Skyscrapers whizzed through your field of vision and wind blew your hair back out of your face.  Despite your complete ability to feel and witness everything, you felt as though you were a passenger in your own body.  You had no control over which way you flew, where you looked, or even when you blinked.  The sensation was far scarier than the fact you were hundreds of stories above the pavement.
By the time you got to the balcony that hung off of Lena’s apartment, you were starting to lose any hope that you could pull yourself out of it.  Your hand didn’t so much as waiver as it reached for the door handle, no matter how hard you tried to stop it.  When the door didn’t budge, you yanked it off of its hinges with minimal effort.  Glass shattered from the force with which you tossed it down.
She was halfway through the living room by the time you stepped into the apartment.  She froze in her tracks, but you kept moving.  You wanted to scream—to warn her of what was about to happen—yet you were powerless to do so.
Your facial muscles didn’t so much as twitch as you closed the distance between the two of you and grabbed her by the throat.  
“What are you doing?” her expression turned from one of astonishment to one of scared confusion.  Every fiber of your being was begging your muscles to stop, but the chip in your neck continued to send pulses of electrical signals up into the motor cortex within your brain.  You couldn’t stop.
“Y/N, stop!  What are you—what have they done to you?”
Silent as ever, you stalked towards her steadily.  Her feet fumbled beneath her as she moved away from you.
“Stay back.”
Her words and your own internal pleading did nothing to stop the way you moved forward.
“Y/N, get back!”
Your legs moved thoughtlessly and your every muscle tensed as you neared her.  Finally, Lena turned away from you and ran to the balcony.  You followed her there.
“Kara!” the other girls name ripped through her throat and rang out over National City’s skyline.  Lena backed herself against the barrier separating the balcony from an all-out free fall.  She screamed the desperate cry for help again.
Lena couldn’t manage to get Kara’s name out a final time before your hands closed around her neck.  Pressed against the railing, she had no way to pull away from your grasp and even if she did…you were too strong.
Desperate, weak gasps forced their way out of Lena’s gaping mouth as your grip tightened.  After less than a minute, her knees began to buckle.  Her face turned a deep red, then purple.  Her lips were starting to change towards blue by the time a crushing force pushed you off of her.
“Y/N?” Kara frowned down at you in utter horror.  The two of you were hovering over the city, with her holding you by the shirt.  The apartment complex was now a good 20 feet away.  Lena’s form lay crumpled on the balcony.
Inside, you were immensely grateful for the interception.  However, the chip in your neck caused you to pull away from her nonetheless.  Too well trained and accustomed to her strength, Kara found it relatively easy to grab you again and keep you from returning to your target.  
“Alex, I need you to send someone to Lena’s apartment.  She’s been attacked.
“By who?  What’s going on?” her sister’s voice crackled over the DEO earpiece.
“It’s Y/N.  Something’s wrong with her.  I’m bringing her in now.”
With someone of equal strength pinning your arms behind your back, it was impossible to break free in the air with no leverage to weight against your captor.  Still, your programming continued to influence you to struggle against her as Kara took off and you soared through the air as a duo.  The grid-like map of the city continued to flash through your mind as your location changed significantly.  Eventually, Kara jolted to a stop and you found yourself landed in front of a small battalion of well-armed men.  With no choice, your body moved toward them and soon after, pain radiated through your body as a harsh bullet struck you in the chest.  The pain seemed to surge throughout your entire circulatory system and slowly, you dropped to your knees.  Despite the agony wracking your every cell, all you could picture as you collapsed face-down was Lena’s expression as your hands squeezed her neck.
You weren’t coming back from this.

Little wolf -Derek Hale Imagine

Originally posted by hoechlder

Pairing: Reader x Derek Hale

Word Count: 1527

Warnings: Fighting, death, reader killing people

A/N: I wrote this in a attempt to get rid of my writer’s block. Hope you enjoy it :) I still have a Theo request to write, which will hopefully be posted sometime next week. 

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“Do you have to go?” Y/N asked softly, her eyes focused on her boyfriend’s back. Derek turned around at her words, while putting on a shirt. 

“I’m afraid so, it’s a packmeeting” He replied, walking up to the bed where she was seated. He placed a gentle kiss to her lips. 

“I’ll be back soon, I promise” He smiled. 

“Fine. I’ll just stay here and eat all of your snacks” Y/N winked.

“As long as you stay out of trouble, you can eat how much you want”

“Like I would get into trouble” Y/N scoffed. Derek sent her a knowing look.

“Alright fine! But that wasn’t my fault. He asked for it” 

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From The Dark Side Of The Screen (Woozi/Jihoon Imagine)

Summary: After a crappy day, a crappy week, sometimes it’s just nice to hear that’s it’s going to be okay. Especially from someone you know cares. Fluff. 

(AN: based on a request for an “encouraging” Woozi scenario. Turned out waaay more angsty than I anticipated but I hope you still like it. It’s on the shorter side - lol I consider 1200 short. Whatever. And remember if anyone on this blog ever needs a listening ear I’m always here. Please enjoy. -Tanisha<3) 

Another long day filled with serving stupid customers, worrying about school work in the back of your mind, and being slave-driven by a demonic boss. Another day that you just wanted to go home and collapse, but you had a paper due and that couldn’t happen. It was going to be a night filled with Red Bull and textbooks and probably some anxious tears. God, you hated your life right now. Sure, there were people out there who had it worse than you and that thought only served to make you feel worse for already feeling bad for yourself in the first place.

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It's Your Turn Now

I received a prompt asking for sub!Maka and dom!Soul from an anon, and this is what I came up with. It may seem familiar because I did post it and then deleted it for personal reasons. 

This is part of my butler AU that I’ve been talking to eisschirmchen about which will come into full play later on. Also, thanks to lucyrne for looking this thing over.

Warning: NSFW

His teeth were always her favorite part when it came to kissing. The way he used them to nibble on her bottom lip, tugging and pulling at the flesh until she couldn’t handle it anymore, drove her wild. Her skin was heated and her core clenched; she had to constantly rub her thighs together to satisfy it even a little bit. She wiggled her body slightly under the pressure of his abdomen, trying to find a more comfortable spot as she threaded her fingers through his hair. His white locks were thick and fluffy, allowing her fingers to run through them smoothly. Soul contently hummed into her mouth as she dug her nails into his scalp, and his hand gripped her rear making her moan in pleasure.

All of her senses were going wild; she felt every single move he made no matter how small it was. His erection pressed against her when he hips slightly bucked downward, and the heat in her abdomen ignited, touching every last bit of her. They were only in their boxers and panties, and she was getting desperate. She wasn’t entirely sure how much longer she could go on with the teasing and nipping, and she felt like she would combust any minute. She wanted him — all of him. She wanted to feel him moving inside her, his hot seed filling every last bit of her.

He broke away from her, and she was going to berate him for it but his hands were sliding up her sides. They were highly distracting as they grazed over her skin, his thumbs making sure to pay special attention to the underside of her breast. However, much to her dismay, he didn’t spend long on her chest. He gently wrapped his hands around her arms, moving them upward until they were grasping her wrists. He then positioned them above her head so that they were practically hugging one of the bars. The smirk he gave her should have left her questioning his motives, but her brain was too sex crazed to think beyond the surface.

It took her several seconds to realize that he was only gripping her wrists with one hand while the other searched through her nightstand. Maka side eyed his actions before throwing him a quizzical look. His smirk only grew wider and more devilish; her stomach churned in both excitement and worry. She should have been familiar with his actions by now, but she wasn’t. Her butler liked to keep his emotions under wraps unless she just happened to pull his dick out of his pants and tease his head with the small flick of her tongue. That was the only time he let his guard down, among other times.

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srickeral  asked:

I have a request, can you make a short story about stiles and his bodyguard? It is interesting. thanks.

I’m not a writer but I wrote a little snippet of story when I was first drafting the description for the Bodyguard AU.

This is just a (very) brief draft of how I imagined it going when Stiles first found out about the photos that had been published of him and Derek. I couldn’t continue it from this point because I don’t really know how to but here’s the small scene I managed to write :) 

Derek surveyed Stiles form across the kitchen. There was a tension in his posture that Derek wasn’t used to seeing and his knuckles stood out white and stark from the tight hold he had on his smart phone. Derek knew what he was looking at. It was the same thing Derek had seen on his computer this morning. The same thing that had caused him to rush over to Stiles’ at 7am.

“I think they got my good side.” Derek’s attempt to lighten the mood was met by a resounding silence.

“Give it a few days and this will all have blown over. They’ll forget about this as soon as the next celebutant checks herself into rehab.” His attempt at reassurance also seemed to fall flat. Stiles was sat stock still, staring at the photos on his phone with a furrowed brow.

“You’re not reading the articles are you?” Derek asked. “It’s a load of bullshit, Stiles and you know it.” More silence.

“For God’s sake Stiles say something!” Derek snapped, “I normally can’t get you to shut up so can you please kick that big mouth into gear and tell me how you’re feeling about this.”

Finally Stiles turned to look at Derek. His face was blank but Derek had been working for him for two years and he could see the storm brewing behind his eyes. He bit his bottom lip and Derek had to hold in a groan. There was serious shit to be dealt with and now was not the time to be getting turned on. They should be focused on dealing with the pictures.

“I need to talk to Lydia.” Derek was relieved that Stiles seemed to have gotten over the shock. Lydia was Stiles’ publicist and manager and she was bound to know what to do about the photos. He was actually quite surprised that she hadn’t gotten wind of these photos and stopped them before they were published.  Derek’s seen much larger scandals than this disappear when Lydia works her magic.

“That’s a good idea. Let me give her a call and then I can escort you over to her offices so we can get this whole mess str-“

“I’ve already called her,” Stiles interrupted Derek. “She’s coming over here and I haven’t got any events tonight so I won’t need a bodyguard. You can have the day off Derek.”

Stiles’ tone was cold, almost robotic and it was putting Derek on edge.

“OK that’s fine, you don’t need me to be a bodyguard today, but don’t you think I should stick around talk to Lydia anyway. I mean I am pretty involved in this scandal.”

Anger flickered across Stiles’ face. “It’s not a sca-,” He cut himself off. “You know what? Just go home, Derek. I don’t need you here.”

Derek opened his mouth to protest, but Stiles had already stood up and swept out of the room. 

Mrs. Dun

Josh Dun/Reader *SMUT*

Last night had been wild. It was my wedding night and I had married the world’s greatest man. Joshua William Dun. The only thing that would’ve made the night even crazier would be if we had the chance to actually consummate the marriage. We had stumbled into the room in a drunken mess, but we were both exhausted and decided we had the rest of our lives. It didn’t mean I wasn’t nervous. Not only was it my first time to have sex as a married woman, or my first time with Josh. It was my first time ever. Rays of sunlight shone through to the backs of my eyelids from the blinds of the honeymoon suite we were staying in. I smiled as I felt my husband’s arm wrapped tightly around my torso. I groggily opened my eyes, turning to see Josh staring down at me with one of his adorable trademark smiles.

“Mornin’,  handsome,” I smiled.

“Morning, Mrs. Dun,” Josh whispered, tracing a hand softly over my jaw before placing a quick kiss on on my lips. He pulled away, and continued to steadily study my face. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“Really? I mean, sometimes it’s hard to remember that.”

“Well let me just say, it’s every-“ he placed a soft opened mouth kiss in a tender spot next to my ear, ”-thing-“ another on my cheek, ”-about-“ another at the corner of my mouth, ”-you,“ after the last word he pressed his lips to mine. While the other kisses had been soft and sweet, this one was rough and forceful.

While Josh’s lips were still moving passionately and roughly against mine, the weight on the bed shifted as Josh moved, now hovering over me, one knee between my thighs, pushing them apart. The anticipation alone was killing me. I moved my hand down the bed, wanting to get straight to it, but before I could extend my arm, Josh moved. He grabbed both of my hands, pinning them both above my head.

Josh sounded like a teacher scolding his student, "Not so fast. I’m in charge. You will obey my orders. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, nervously biting my lip.

With one hand still holding both of my wrists over my head, Josh started to kiss my neck. He reached his hand behind my back, quickly undoing the strapless bra that had been under my wedding dress the night before and tossing it away. He carefully placed one nipple in his mouth, giving it all the attention it needed and more as he played with my other breast before switching sides. I arched my back as I let out a low pleasure-filled moan, bringing my breasts closer to Josh. Once it was to his liking, he moved back up to my collar bone. There had been quite a few times when we had messed around, and Josh knew exactly where to drive me insane. He nipped and sucked, and I called out his name. That seemed to be what he wanted because then I felt one hand leave the place it had been resting on my side moved, and not a moment later I felt it over my already wet blue panties I had worn for luck. He massaged in circles, chuckling as the small puddle grew. Slowly, he shoved my panties to the side, continuing to move his thumb in circles over my clit, he slid one finger into my vagina. As he noted the pleasure on my face, he slid in another, moving them in a way that made me really want to experience the full thing.

“Fuck, Josh. C'mon,” I prompted.

“I’m in charge here, and if you want it, you have to beg nicely,” he teased.

“Please, Josh. I want you,” I pleaded. He hadn’t stopped his fingers, but they had slowed almost to the point of agonizing torture.

“You want me to what? I can’t hear you.”

“Joshua Dun, please just fuck me,” I yelled at Josh.

“Certainly, Mrs. Dun,” he smiled. He pulled his fingers from me, and in one swift motion he yanked off my panties before taking off his own boxers. His already hard cock sprung forward. Then he looked at me very seriously, “Let me know how this feels. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

“Okay,” I smiled. I was lucky to have a man who cared.

Once that was settled, Josh readied himself before he slowly pushed in. I let out a gasp at the sensation. This was amazing. I wanted him to keep going.

My gasp may have startled him. “Are you okay?” Josh slightly panicked. He loosened his grip on my hands.

“Yes. Don’t stop. Please, Josh.” Josh smiled as he leaned down to kiss me as he continued to thrust in and out. His free hand continued to rub at my clit. I felt the tension rising as we continued. Then I knew it was coming. “I’m. I’m gonna-”

Josh cut me off, “Do it, babe.” As I climaxed, I called out Josh’s name, arching my back as I felt him come too, neither of us caring if we were heard. He pulled out and released my wrists before collapsing beside me and pulling me into his chest.

“I love you,” he whispered, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

“I love you, too,” I replied, placing a kiss on his bare chest, peeking up at him. He was intently studying me again.

“How the hell did you ever pick me?” he mused. I just laughed, snuggled in deeper, and listened to the sound of his heart as we drifted off to sleep.