lets continue i guess

sorry for the radio silence!! have a quick painting that was supposed to be jeremy but now…im not sure

for science

pairing: reader x jimin

rating: m

◦ word count: 7.7k

m a s t e r l i s t


Originally posted by parkjmzl

Absurd. Absolutely fucking absurd. It was 2am during finals week and the cafe was out of coffee? You had some colorful words for the person responsible. Dragging yourself up the stairs with sleep-ridden eyelids, you muttered curses under your quickened breath. You clenched and unclenched your fist. It was safe to say that your fifth espresso shot had officially just worn off. Despite the troubling rate of heartbeat and the fact that your hand was shaking all on its own, the subtle pounding of a migraine lingered between your temples in demand for something to keep it awake.

There was still a menacing stack of papers left to grade. If something could pull you away from it all, you would have been thankful. It was almost nauseating, actually, how much work you had yet to complete. Who the hell said grad school was a good idea? The urge to scream rippled in the back of your throat, tempting you to let everything out and just empty yourself into time and space.

It did you no better to return to the study room –the very cramped one that you had booked privately for the entire day– to find a regretfully familiar face emptying his bag across from your belongings. “What do you think you’re doing?” You felt lightweight as the angry jitters travelled through your body. The heavy door slammed shut behind you. It sent a deafening sound cracking through the library.

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don’t fear the reaper

Summary: Legends tell of a valiant warrior, blessed by the divine, betrayed by the leader he fought so hard to serve, locked into an eternal half-life. Called goblin, this man lives forever, watching the years pass him by, until his fated other half can release him.

(It’s funny, Nico thinks. They say legends are always a little true.)

General Nico di Angelo is killed at noontime, under a sky as blue as his lover’s eyes.

It happens like this, like divine retribution for the guilt he keeps pressed between his fingers. He returns from the war triumphant and blood-stained, followed by a legion of adoring soldiers and whispers of divinity, of spirits, of death. His name has spread across the continent, passed between enemy lips, like a promise. A warning.

If the fates abandon you, and you meet the man with clothes as black as midnight and a sword red as blood, turn back, turn back.

You will not survive him.

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Shots Fired

Word Count: 2440

Pairing: FBI Agent Dean x Pharmacist Reader

Warnings: Language, Violence, Some Angst, Some Fluff

A/N: Written for @dancingalone21 ‘s funny quote challenge. My quote was: “That attitude right there. That’s why I always got the extra cookie.” Also written for @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms Shit My Patient’s Say challenge. I used a ton of quotes from that one. They’re all bolded. 

A/N 2: Unbeta’d and unedited. Probably a shit ton of mistakes. My bad.

A/N 3: Most/All of the stories in here aside from being robbed (at gunpoint anyway) have happened to me in my career. More than once. Fun times. 


You left your 12 and a half hour shift at the pharmacy over 30 minutes late. Some asshole had decided to wait until 9:00 to come get their prescription filled that they needed right that second. Of course, they’d had the prescription in their hand for over three weeks. Not that you could turn them down. Your district manager would surely find out and chew your ass out for it the next day.

Grabbing your bags and sliding out of your car you realized Dean wasn’t home yet either. Your husband’s Impala was nowhere to be seen. Ever since he’d taken a job as an FBI agent, he’d been working crazy hours too. The two of you barely saw each other anymore and it sucked. Sighing, you trudged into the house and dropped your stuff, kicking off your shoes. You made your way into the kitchen, grabbing all the junk food you could find and a bottle of Captain Morgan before throwing yourself in a heap on the couch.

You were mindlessly watching TV when Dean came home, discarding his jacket and tie before he lifted your legs and sat down, resting your legs in his lap. “Rough day?”

“Whatever gave you that idea?”

“The completely eaten bag of chips, the leftover ketchup on the plate where you probably had a frozen cheeseburger, oh and the uh…half drunk bottle of Captain Morgan that was totally full yesterday.” Dean pointed to the bottle in your hand and you rolled your eyes, sarcastically scoffing into the air.

“Good job, detective.

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*mon-el hiding his feelings about kara*
the anti’s: SEE!!! HE IS SUCH A FUCKBOY!!!11! HE DOESNT CARE ABOUT KARA AT ALL!!! HE’S JUST TRYING TO PLAY HER !!!

*kara hiding her feelings about mon-el*
the anti’s: *silence* … *crickets* … *not a damn word being said about it*

*kara rejects mon-el, so he tries to move on*
the anti’s: SEE IT TOLD YOU. HE’S A FUCKBOY, WHO DOESN’T CARE ABOUT KARA AT ALL.

*the entire time he was with eve, he talked about kara, proving he’s not really over her*
the anti’s: WOWWW HOW CAN HE GO OUT WITH HER AND TRY TO MAKE KARA JEALOUS!! HE’S TRYING TO MANIPULATE HERR!!!11!!!

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Technically I think Kamui’s response was a very good one. Like, no matter where you are, if you find an unconscious person floating eerily nearby “Why are you here?” is absolutely the correct response. 

But also it’s actually her soul. Which he can tell. Because Kamui.

BUT IS HER SOUL BREATHING? BECAUSE I VERY MUCH NEED TO KNOW THIS AT THE EARLIEST OPPORTUNITY THANK YOU. 

IT’S BEEN WEEKS, KAMUI. 

W E E KS. 
I NEEDS TO KNOW.

recipe | jensoo

She hated parties. The loud music and many people just weren’t really her thing. Yet she had decided that being a good friend also meant sacrifice. That’s why she came to the party in the first place, to be a good friend; after all it was her best friend’s birthday we were talking about.

It was March 27, Saturday morning and the birthday of Lisa, her best friend. Jennie had just woken up and stretched her body as the thought hit her. She sighed and made herself some breakfast, thinking about how she’d survive this day. While she was sitting at the counter eating her oats, she checked again if she had all the presents for her friend. The unicorn pillow, the little notebook with quotes in it and the pink brush set- now the only thing missing was the cake. Jennie loved baking or cooking in general, that’s why a birthday cake was a big must for her, regardless of whoever birthday it was. After putting the used dishes away she went through the recipe again, checking if all the ingredients had been bought. As she had made sure that everything she needed was there she started on making a strawberry cake which happened to be one of Lisa’s favorites. She’d sometimes spend hours in the kitchen experimenting with flavors, creating new dishes or simply letting her creativity flow. Time would always pass by so fast that in the end she was almost running late for the birthday party. Shit, Jennie thought to herself as she quickly got dressed and carefully placed her masterpiece onto a cake transporter to carry it to her friend’s house. She took a final look at her cake, smiling in content before she left the house and made her way to Lisa’s place. She arrived at a little after 8 PM but the place was already crowded. Loud music was playing and and some people would sing karaoke in the living room while others were outside talking or smoking. Jennie took a deep breath before entering the house and started to look for Lisa. When she had finally found the birthday girl she excitedly ran up to her hugging her tight and congratulating the girl who had just turned 19. The younger one was happy and squealed when she saw the cake and together they’d make their way to the kitchen to get plates. Some people would follow them to also get a piece and while they were eating Jennie watched them with a pleased smile which turned into a shy one whenever someone complimented her skills. By the time it got darker she had found herself on the couch, simply watching everyone having fun. She then looked at her phone which told her it was only a few minutes before midnight. Jennie yawned and stood up and squeezed herself through the crowd to get into the kitchen. She eyed the last piece of her strawberry cake which was solely standing on the plate. Jennie didn’t feel like eating it at all, she felt sick and had gotten a headache from the loud music. The moment she wanted to put the lid onto the cake transporter a voice stopped her from doing so. “Aren’t you gonna eat this piece?” As she turned around she looked into the brown eyes of a petite girl. Her eyes were almost black and in the gloomy light she thought she could see stars in them. “Huh?” Was the only thing that she got out of her mouth before actually understanding that the girl meant the remaining piece of cake. While she was looking at her with a shy smile and rosy cheeks Jennie’s face lightened up a little. “Oh, no but you can have it,” she exclaimed and quickly grabbed a plate and placed the piece onto it before handing it out to the girl she really had never seen before. What a perfect timing, Jennie thought to herself. Now she could take the empty container and quickly make her way home. She smiled at the girl who just took the first bite of the cake, letting out a content “hmm” and then thanked her for the cake. “No, I thank you”, Jennie smiled even more. “Enjoy your cake and the party, I’ll get going now” with that Jennie left the girl behind in the kitchen before she could even say anything else. Jennie looked for Lisa and when she had found her quickly said goodbye to her, excusing herself with having a headache. The younger one smiled with an empathetic smile before hugging her tight, thanking the older one for coming and the great presents. The other moment Jennie was finally out of the door and made her way back home. There, she was greeted by Kai and Kuma her dogs. She simply removed her make up before falling onto her bed in exhaustion. She sighed in relief and curled herself up in her sheets falling asleep almost immediately.

When she woke up the other morning she was in a good mood. Since it was Sunday she’d only study a little, maybe cook some meals for the upcoming week. As she got ready in the bathroom she heard her phone beeping in the other room. With a toothbrush in her mouth she went over to check who had texted her, it was an unknown number.

Hey, do u happen to have the recipe of that strawberry cake ?

 it was seriously so good and I feel like I need more of it

 oh I’m jisoo btw the one you gave the last piece of cake at Lisa’s party yesterday

 I got ur number from her too I hope it’s okay

A smile flashed onto Jennie’s lips as the picture of Jisoo eating the cake popped up in her head. She hesitantly texted her back.

I’m glad you liked it and ofc I can give u the recipe. How about meeting at the lil coffee shop near the park at 2 PM?

Almost immediately she got an answer

yes I’ll be there ^^ 

The smile remained on Jennie’s lips as she got ready, rewrote the recipe in neat handwriting and made her way to the coffee shop.

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The Librarian's Assistant

I’d spent two years trying to get a job at the library on campus. I’d talked to the admission offices, the Gentry, the Education Board, the librarians, only to come up with nothing. I was, apparently, unqualified, which I thought was untrue. I’d worked for years as a librarian assistant over multiple summers. I was getting my major in Library Science. I even befriended some Fair Folk and their friends with my knowledge on books. Still, nothing. That is, until the main staff of human librarians disappeared. That was when the packet of paperwork was sent my way. 

“Hello?” I called out when I entered the library before my first class. “I’m here for the librarian job?”

“Good morning, Ms. Ellis.”

I turned to see the most beautiful woman in the world. Black hair, creamy coffee colored skin, and golden eyes that seemed to stare into my very soul. I was floored. I sputtered out some sort of response, to which she smiled. I melted. 

“I see you have your papers,” she said. “I’m truly sorry for the delay in you joining us. If I was in charge, you would have been a member of staff on your first day. There was definitely enough evidence for it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you not remember? You’re one of the only students I’ve seen find her book within two minutes of being here, and finding your way out again. This library chose you, as it did us many years ago.”

“‘Us’?”

I looked around to suddenly notice four more women walking around the library. One of them smiled and waved. I returned a smile, then turned back to the librarian. 

“We’re always here. You’ve spoken to a few of us over your time here.”

“Yes, I remember. I just have a question, though. The main office said only non-humans worked here after the human ones disappeared.”

“Oh, those old crows doesn’t keep up with anything nowadays. The librarians either chose to stop working here, or switched to our side.”

I remained confused. 

“Walk with me, Ellis. My name is Ina, by they way. You see, we librarians are all of different backgrounds. I, for example, am a Siren. I found the sea was not my calling, and found this place. Some of the librarians felt being a human was not their calling, so they became various creatures. Most choose to become a member of the Fae, or something of that nature. You’re not required to do the same, but you may choose this path when the time is right.”

“I thought humans weren’t able to do that. I asked the Gentry about it.”

“The librarians are a special case. Here, this way.”

She led me to an elevator. We got in, and pressed the button for the 18th floor. I continued to be surprised by how many stories could fit in a small buildings. I asked Ina about it.

“You mean…you’ve always known?”

“Well, yeah. Isn’t that common knowledge?”

“Only those with The Sight, non-human decent, or a relative of one of the original builders of the library can see the other floors. Do you have The Sight?”

“I don’t know. I mean, I can see Faes pretty well, but a lot of people can. Before you ask, I don’t know about my ancestry. I’m adopted, never knew my birth family.”

The elevator doors opened. Ina talked me over to the main desk. Behind the wood was a large man reading a small book. He looked up when we walked over. 

“Matthias,” Ina said. “I need a scan on our potential employee.”

The man, Matthias, took off his wire-framed glasses and stared at me with almost completely white eyes. He leaned back in his chair a minute later, as if considering something.

“What?” I asked. “What is it?”

“Ellis, right? It seems you have quite a bit of Fae heritage. I’m surprised you’re not showing signs of the Fae.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means you’re officially part of the team,” Ina said, looping an arm around my shoulders. “Welcome, Ellis of the Fae, to your new job.”

(I don’t know if I’ll continue this or not, but man was it fun to write! If whoever reads this wants me to continue, let me know with replies, I guess? I’ve never submitted anything to this universe before, so let me know if I got something wrong)

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Lily Through the Ages

First Year: Lily I’m just excited to be here Evans

Third Year: Lily will beat Severus on the potions final Evans

Fourth Year: Lily pass a fist straight through your face Evans

Sixth Year: Lily I know they’re animagi but I guess I’ll let them continue lying to me Evans

Seventh Year: Lily I fell for James Potter and I think I might’ve broken a few bones on the way down Evans

Adulthood: Lily I’m only married to one man yet four seem to live in my house Potter

Wartime: Lily I can punch you harder pregnant than you could do normally Potter

October 31st 1981: Lily Potter

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The Storm (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,818

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Death, Fluff, Comfort

Rating: PG-13

Summary: After having a terrible experience during a thunderstorm when you were 17, you find yourself wide awake.  You get up to watch a movie in the living room where Steve finds you and comforts you.  

The wind howled outside your bedroom window as you desperately tried to ignore it.  You just wanted to go to sleep because you had a big math test in the morning.  Ugh, the life of a 17 year old was never any fun you aimlessly thought.  Tree branches scratched at your window; it sounded like nails on a chalkboard.  The rain soon came after and now you lay, wide awake in your bed, knowing sleep won’t come any time soon.  

A loud crash from downstairs made you jolt straight up as your heart started racing at once.  You wanted to see what it was, but you were afraid, paralyzed in your place.  

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When Daydreams Come True *SMUT*

Author: stephobrien25

Pairing: Stiles X Reader

Warning: SMUT, it’s pretty long

A/N: First of all, I would like to thank everyone who like/re-blogged the first smut I posted! I really didn’t think it was gonna go so well! Since we’re FINALLY in November and Teen Wolf starts in 2 weeks (TWO WEEKS!) I decided to share with ya’ll the first smut I ever wrote and it’s a Stilinski one, so I hope you enjoy it! 

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

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‘God I want him.’

We were in Stiles’ room ‘studying’ and I couldn’t stop staring at him. I was on his bed while he was across the room in his desk. Mr. Stilinski had already left for the night shift. Stiles and I have been best friends for the past three years since I moved to Beacon Hills from Florida. On my first day of class, I overheard him talking to Scott about ‘Star Wars’ and ‘Marvel’, and saying how Thor is the best hero out of the Avengers. My geeky self couldn’t help but jump into the conversation and state that he was wrong, that Captain America was the best Avenger. We argued back and forth during the whole lunch period, until the bell rang signaling to get to class. Ignoring the bell we just sat there glaring at each other, finally Stiles smiled and held out his hand, “I’m Stiles Stilinski. You’re the new girl, right?”

Smiling back I shook his hand, ignoring the small tingles that shot up my arm, “Yeah, I’m (Y/N).”

“Well (Y/N), despite your horrible taste in heroes…I think we’re going to be good friends.”

Ever since then we’ve bonded over Star Wars and Marvel and me teaching him Spanish, with him always saying ‘It’s a sexy language.’ I’ve also become the third human in the pack, helping them with all the supernatural problems plaguing the town. But for the past couple of months I couldn’t get my mind off of him. Every night I’d have these dreams of him and wake up panting, sweating…and with a certain itch I couldn’t quite scratch no matter what – if you know what I mean.

And today was one of those in which my eyes lingered on his lean frame for too long. Not that he noticed. ‘Thank God.’

My eyes traveled to his tousled brown just-had-sex hair that I wished to run my fingers through, wished to pull while writhing in pleasure underneath him. His handsome face that I wished to see panting above mine or buried in between my legs. His beautiful amber eyes made me melt every time, and I wished to see them clouded with lust whenever he sees me. His sexy mouth, the wicked things he could do to my body with his mouth.  His freckles, they were so adorable yet sexy at the same time, oh how I wanted to kiss every single one of them and trace them with my fingers. His long neck was made for love bites, my love bites, showing everyone that he was mine and only mine. His lean muscular back, oh how I wished to leave scratch marks while he’s pounding into me mercilessly. His arms, god those were my weakness along with his large strong hands and long calloused fingers. I can just imagine holding onto his broad sexy shoulders as he invades my body or him holding my arms above my head with his large hands as he dominates me. Imagine him thrusting his long fingers into my –

“(Y/N)?” My dirty fantasy was interrupted when his sexy voice called my name. I wished to hear him moan my name while I pleasured him with my mouth.

“(Y/N)?!”

“Hmm?”

Stiles looked at me with concern, “You okay?”

Ever since these thoughts have been invading my head, I’ve been meaning to tell him. But, I’m too afraid of losing the friendship that we have. Plus, everyone knows that he’s head over heels for Lydia. There’s no way he’d want me.

“What? Oh, yeah I’m fine. Why?”

“Well for the past five minutes you’ve been kind of spaced out and um,” he gulped and briefly looked down to my lips while licking his own. “You’ve been biting your lip a lot.”

Mesmerized by him licking his lips I answered, “I was thinking of – “ I blushed and shook my head. “Nothing.  Don’t worry about it.”

“Are-are you blushing? Oh my God! You were thinking of someone weren’t you?” He teased.

“Wha- ? Pfft. No!” I stumbled out my lie. I inwardly groaned, ‘totally believable right?’

Stiles just smirked, “So who was it?”

“Stiles it was no one,” I groaned. I put my red face in my hands while he continued to tease me.

“Let me guess, it was Scott.” I just shook my head.

“Liam. No? Derek. Umm Kira…”

At that I glared at him, “I’m not gay.”

“Okay then, Mason?”

I laughed at that, “Stiles! He’s gay!”

He smiled, “I’m not going to stop you know,” I groaned and put my face back in my hands. “I’ll keep on saying names if you don’t tell me.”

True to his word, when I didn’t respond back he continued listing off names; Deaton, Peter (I literally growled at that one), Coach, he even want as far to saying Sheriff Stilinski. I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I did the most reckless thing I’ve done in my whole life – and that’s saying a lot since I deal with the supernatural on a daily basis.

I quickly got up from his bed and grabbed his surprised face in between my hands and growled, “It was you,” before planting my lips onto his. At first he was shocked, but then I felt Stiles kiss back. When I felt his hands travel to my waist, warning bells went off in my head.

I quickly pushed him off me and turned away. “I should uh, I should go.” I grabbed my bag and opened the door.

“(Y/N)! Wait!”

I didn’t listen to him, I just rushed down the stairs while mentally kicking myself. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid!’

Before I could reach the front door, I felt Stiles grabbing my shoulder and turning me to face him, “I said wait, dammit!”

There was no room for me to escape; I was trapped between him and the wall. Oh, the irony of being able to escape from supernatural things that want to kill me, but not this infuriating boy. I tried to look anywhere but him, I didn’t trust myself to see his face mere inches from mine.

“Look at me.” I refused.

I felt his hand on my chin, forcing me to look at him and I quickly closed my eyes. I heard him sigh. “(Y/N). Baby, open your eyes for me.”

Baby. The way he said it sent shivers down my spine. I gave in and slowly opened my eyes. “There are those beautiful doe eyes,” he whispered while stroking my bottom lip with his thumb. Unconsciously, I licked the tip of his thumb and lightly bit it while staring into his eyes.

His eyes got darker and I heard him groan before crashing his lips onto mine. I couldn’t help the little moan that escaped my lips as I felt him grope my ass through my leggings. Stiles smirked into the kiss and groped even harder.

‘Two can play that game, Stilinski,’ I thought to myself. My hands went up to his hair and softly pulled while biting his lower lip. He groaned into the kiss, just that sound made me wetter than I already was. I could already feel myself dripping. Stiles tightly gripped onto my waist and grinded his hard dick into my wet core, making me gasp. He took the opportunity and shoved his tongue into my mouth, fighting for dominance with my own until I gave up and he started sucking in my tongue making me moan. My hair tugging became more persistent and I started to grind back against his hard dick. Too soon for my liking, I had to pull away from the kiss to breath. That didn’t stop Stiles though.

His wicked lips traveled down to my jaw all the way down to my neck making me whimper. Softly turning his head to the side I started to kiss his neck, loving the taste of his skin on my tongue. Boldly, I bit into the crook of his neck making his knees go weak and moan into my neck. I began to lick at the fresh love bite, when I felt him do the same to my neck. I couldn’t help the loud moan that came from my mouth, “Ay, papi si!”

Stiles stiffened before me and looked into my lust crazed eyes. “’Papi’ means ‘daddy’ in Spanish, right,” he asked huskily. Smirking, I leaned into his ear and whispered, “Yes, daddy,” before biting lightly onto his earlobe. He growled and quickly lifted me into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist like it was second nature. He turned us around and started walking up the stairs, while I continued kissing his neck, he stumbled a few times making me giggle.

Once inside his room, he softly threw me onto his bed and jumped on me making me squeal and laugh. He chuckled as well before softly kissing my lips and taking his hoodie (that I stole a while back) off. He gazed down at my bare chest, while I blushed under his lustful stare. “Oh, baby,” he whispered. I closed, my eyes and moaned when his hot mouth latched onto my right breast. My hands gripped his head as he softly bit my nipple making me gasp over and over again. Stiles moved his head to my left breast giving it the same attention.

“Stiles,” I moaned. He hummed in appreciation. With a burning need to feel his chest against my own, I gripped onto it and pulled it off. Once it was off, Stiles wasted no time before sucking at my breast again, feeling his hot skin against mine was indescribable, but everything I ever dreamed of. He then started kissing his way down my chest and stomach, until he reached my leggings. In a quick second he roughly pulled them down and took them off along with my underwear and shoes.

He was above me looking at my naked body before him. Suddenly, I felt shy under his gaze and I tried to cover myself with my hands. When Stiles saw my intentions he growled and held onto my arms above my head. “Don’t. Don’t you dare cover yourself before me. You’re so fucking beautiful. Even better than what I imagined.”

I looked up at him in confusion, “You’ve thought about this before?”

He gazed into my eyes as he replied, “Ever since I saw you on you first day of school. God, you have no idea how hard I got when you started to argue with me over Marvel.” I softly laughed at the last part.

“I love your laugh,” he whispered before kissing me on the lips. His lips made their way to my neck again, giving me even more hickeys. Suddenly I felt his calloused fingers on my pussy making me moan. “Baby, you’re so wet. Is this for me?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

He pushed one finger in me, “Yes what?”

“Stiles,” I gasped.

“Uh uh,” he lightly bit on my earlobe making me jump. “Say it in Spanish baby,” he whispered as he pushed in another finger.

“Yes papi!” I moaned as his thumb circled my clit.

“That’s my good girl,” his words were a trigger to my already moist area making me even wetter if possible. I whined when he took his fingers out. Lazily with my hooded eyes I looked up at him longingly as he stuck one finger into his mouth and sucked, “Mmm, you taste delicious baby girl. Wanna taste?” I opened my mouth when he offered me his other finger. I sensually sucked on it while looking at him right in his beautiful amber eyes. On impulse, I grazed his finger with my teeth.

Before I knew it, his finger was out of my mouth, my arms were free from his grasp and his hot breath was fanning on my wet cunt. “Time to taste it from the source.” He slowly licked from the bottom all the way to my clit and then softly blew over it, my eyes rolled all the way to the back of my head. “Oh God, Yes!”

My moan must’ve spurred him on, because he started feasting on my pussy like it was his last meal on earth. With my arms finally free, I grasped his head and pushed it even further.

“Mmm, you like that baby? You like my tongue on your sweet little pussy?” The sight of him between my legs was the sexiest thing ever.

“Oh, fuck Stiles! Yes right there. Oh, god baby you eat my pussy so good.”

I finally lost control when he stuck his tongue deep inside me. My back lifted off the mattress and a silent scream left my lips. That didn’t stop him though, Stiles continued to lap up my juices and sucking on my clit. It was like his tongue was making love to my pussy and it felt, oh so good. My pussy was still super sensitive from my last orgasm, so when he looked me in the eyes, pushed his fingers into me and lightly bit on my clit, I screamed. I screamed louder than Lydia. Even then he continued his ruthless attack on my pussy and I had to literally pull his face up. His whole face was covered in my juices.

“Your taste is so addicting, I can eat you out all day and never get tired.” He went to lick me again, but I tugged on his hair.

“Stiles, I’m sensitive right now.” I pulled him to my face and kissed him, tasting myself on his lips. Slowly I ran my fingers down his chest, smiling when I felt him shiver under my touch. Since he was wearing sweats it was easy to slip my hand into his boxers and grasp his hard dick. He groaned into my mouth.

Somehow, I managed to flip us over and I was straddling his waist. Looking down at him, I teasingly started to grind my hips into his dick making him moan and close his eyes and tightly hold my hips. Keeping up with my grinding, I leaned down and began to kiss every single one of his freckles. All the way from his face, to his neck, to his shoulders, down to his chest, until I reached the waistband of his sweats. I pulled them down and the only barrier left between us was his boxers.

Locking my eyes with his I grasped the waistband of his boxers with my teeth and slowly pulled down. His Adams apple bobbed up and down while he looked at me with lust. Finally, his dick was before my eyes and my mouth watered, it was perfect. Like in a trance I took it into my small hand and began to move it up and down motion. His groan encouraged me and my movements became faster. Stiles eyes were screwed shut in pleasure, until I licked his dick from the base all the way to the tip, like it was my personal lollipop and I couldn’t get enough of it. There was some precum on the tip; it looked to inviting I had to taste it. Licking it off the tip I said, “Mmmm, Stiles you taste so good.”

“Shit, (Y/N) you’re driving me crazy,” he moaned. While he was lost in his own pleasure I wrapped my lips around the head and slowly began to suck. “Fuck!” His hand automatically went to my hair and he pulled. I moaned loving the feel of him in my mouth. Looking up at Stiles I could see that he was panting heavily, “(Y/N), baby, oh god. I’m so close.” His words only encouraged me and I sucked even harder. Wanting to see him lose control before me, I lightly grazed my teeth against his dick and he lost it.

“Baby! Fuck!” His cum came in huge spurts into my mouth and I greedily swallowed it up. He tasted delicious. Swallowing his cum, I let go with a ‘pop’ and said the same thing he said to me, “You’re taste is addicting, Stilinski.”

Next thing I know I’m pinned underneath him and he’s devouring my mouth with his. His dick was already hard again and I felt it against my wet pussy like a burning hot iron, and I felt the tip go in. Stiles looked at me in the eyes and asked, “Are you sure? We don’t have to.” Smiling, I touched his cheek and nodded. He slowly began to push in, “Fuck, you’re so tight.” And then as I expected to happen, he stopped when he came across a barrier.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes Stiles, I want you to be my first. Please, you’ve made this night so special and made me so happy and wanted. Take me. Make me yours.”

His eyes were shining with love as he kissed me passionately and took my small hands into his large ones. “This is going to hurt a bit. But, I’ll be gentle.”

And true to his word he continued to push into me gently, and made me his. I closed my eyes in pain, but Stiles whispered sweet nothings into my ear and peppered kisses along my neck, and I relaxed. He stayed still for a minute, giving me time to adjust, once the pain subsided I began to clench my walls around him. “I’m ready Stiles. Make love to me,” I whispered.

He smiles down at me and began to kiss me with so much passion, I almost came right there. At the same time he began to move slowly at first, not wanting to hurt me. His dick felt perfect inside of me, as cliché as it sounds it was like a perfect puzzle piece. But I wanted more. My body knew how to ask what it wanted and my hips began to meet each of his thrusts. “OH, Stiles. Baby harder,” I moaned.

“Anything for my princess.” He slid almost all the way out and slammed right back inside making me arch my back and groan aloud. “You like that baby? You like my dick inside you?” His dirty talk was so sexy all I could do was nod. “Tell me baby, what do you want?”

“Let me touch you,” I managed to say.

“Oh fuck, as you wish baby.” He let go of my hands and I immediately grabbed onto his shoulders.

“Fuck Stiles. Oh my god. Faster, papi, faster.”

“Shit, I love it when you call me that.” His thrusts became faster and faster. “You’re mine now. Understand? This pussy belongs to me. You’re all mine.” Possessive Stiles was hot as fuck, all I could do was dig my nails into his back. He groaned and hid his face into my neck; kissing, licking, biting.

His movements started to become sloppier and I was getting close to my climax, “Stiles, I’m gonna… fuck! I’m going to…”

“Come for me baby. Let go.”

His words were my undoing and I cried out his name. My walls clenched tightly around him and he groaned my name, when I felt him shooting his hot seed into me.

After a minute he looked into my eyes, removing my hair from my face. “You’re so beautiful. God, I’m lucky. I love you (Y/N). From the minute I laid eyes on you, I knew ‘love at first sight’ existed.”

I felt tears spring to my eyes as I looked up at my best friend and now the love of my life. “I love you too Stiles. So much. You made my wishes come true.” I brought his lips to mine and he began to slowly kiss back. “But I still have some more wishes I’d like to fulfill,” I huskily said while moving my hips a little, I felt Stiles harden inside of me.

“(Y/N), don’t start something you can’t finish. I’ll have you screaming my name all night,” Stiles said while holding my hips still.

Smirking, I moaned, “Stiles…papi,” and bit his lip.

He growled, “You asked for it baby.”

I laughed and moaned.

‘God, I love him.’

this kind of love - part 1

Pairing: roommate! johnny seo x reader

Summary: “It’s never boring when you live with Johnny.”

Part: 1/?

“Embrace me.”

“What the-” I mumble, being cut off by Johnny jumping onto me. I groan, burying my face into the pillow while trying to push him off. “It is eight in the morning, go away. I don’t want to see your face until at least ten.”

“Good morning to you too, loser.”

“Get off me.”

“No, I want to be close with my favorite person in the whole wide world.”

I move myself, so that I can meet his eyes. He grins innocently and I immediately frown.

“What do you want?”

Johnny continues to smile, only tightening his arms around me. “Nothing, why would you assume-”

“You broke something, didn’t you?”

He nods. “Yeah, I broke something.”

“What is it that you broke now?”

“The fridge door.”

“You what?” I exclaim, my eyes widening.

“But I fixed it, so don’t worry.”

“Tape doesn’t count.”

“I’ll be having a call with our parents later then.”

I sigh, throwing my head back. He chuckles and ruffles my hair. I groan, swatting his hand away as he climbs off.

“Time for breakfast, nerd.”

“I don’t want any.”

“Although I hate you, you need to eat breakfast everyday,” He lectures.

I whine before dragging myself out of bed. I follow after Johnny, making our own breakfast and regrouping at the table. Before I could eat, I take a glance at him.

“You look terrible.”

“Wow, I love when you boost my self esteem.”

“It’s what I’m here for.”

He grins and rolls his eyes. He raises a spoonful to my mouth and waits for me to eat it.

“What are you doing?”

“Open up.”

“I’m eating the same thing as you, why would-”

“I’m trying to practice for my future lover.”

“That is if you ever get one.”

He stares blankly at me, unaffected by my words.

“Just eat it, my hand’s getting tired.”

“I guess it’s going to stay there then,” I mumble, eating from my own breakfast.

“I’m trying to be cute!” He whines and I roll my eyes, chewing quickly before eating his spoonful. He smiles happily and continues eating his breakfast.

“Satisfied?”

“Very much.”

I chuckle. “You’re such a baby.”

“You’re such a baby.” He mocks through a mouthful of cereal. I frown, flicking his forehead before getting up to put away my bowl in the sink. Johnny groans and rubs the spot I hit him on. “Why’re you so mean to me?”

“It’s fun.” I shrug, checking the schedule hanging up on the fridge.

“I’m surprised we can still keep organized.”

I sigh and nod. “That’s because of the schedule we had to get, so our mothers would stop scolding us for being unorganized.”

“True that.”

“Shut up, Johnny,” I say as he puts away his bowl in the sink and stands behind me. I groan, holding the back of my neck.

“What?”

“You’re breathing on my neck, doofus.” I roll my eyes, making him laugh. He grabs my arms to trap me and continues to breathe onto my neck. I cringe every time he does, twisting and turning to get away from him.

“Give me a smothering kiss and I’ll let you go.”

“Ew, that’s just plain gross.” I snicker, whining when he doesn’t stop. Johnny rolls his eyes and moves to place a kiss on my cheek. Releasing me, I rush to rub my cheek to disinfect myself as he watches in amusement. “I’ve been infected with the Johnny cooties!”

“Oh come on, you love me.”

“Eh, not really.”

Johnny puts his hands on his waist and shakes his head. “Rude.”

I shrug. “What can you do?”

“Lazy day?”

“Mm, I guess so. I don’t have anything to do today.”

“Me neither, that’s why I asked.”

“I could’ve had plans.”

“You would’ve written it on the schedule,” He says confidently, pointing at it. I shush him by placing a finger on his lips.

“Actually, I think we have to go grocery shopping today. We can’t be living off ramen all the time,” I mumble, trailing off as I shrug. “That’s what Taeyong mom said anyway.”

“Then we go grocery shopping!”

We split ways to get ready and regroup at the door. Johnny pushes the cart as I look over the list of food Taeyong recommended we get.

“Okay, you get half of the list and I get the other half. That way we can-”

“Yeah, yeah. Got it, bye!” He exclaims, pushing the cart away with him. I sigh, grabbing a shopping basket and going down the aisles to get what we need. I was nearly all done when suddenly, I hear shuffling on the other side of the aisle I was currently in.

“Y/N, WHERE ARE YOU? I’M SCARED.” I hear him yell and my eyes widen, realizing it was my roommate. I let out a tired sigh and facepalm.

“Johnny, I’m in the aisle next to you.”

“IS THAT YOU, Y/N?”

I groan, walking over to the aisle he was in and he grins when he spots me. Johnny runs over with the cart, stopping right in front of me.

“Why are you like this?”

“Being extra is something I do best.”

“You’re no longer my roommate,” I say before walking away. He whines, following after me.

“But we’ve been friends since we were kids!”

“I don’t care.” I wave him off and peek over my shoulder to see how he’s reacting. He pouts and comes up to me, engulfing me into his arms. I roll my eyes and smile. “Let’s just continue shopping.”

“Only if you let me be your roommate again.”

“I guess you can since I’m too lazy to move out all your stuff.”

“YOU WERE SERIOUS?” Johnny exclaims. He swings me around and bumps into the shelves, sending a few of the products onto the floor. He finally lets me down out of panic as we stare at the content. We look up at each other, then the stuff on the floor, then each other again. “We should probably be doing something about this, shouldn’t we?”

“We should, yeah.”

We continue staring.

“Run?”

“Run.”

a helping hand pt. 5

Oliver Queen x Reader

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

You drew your legs up under you on the couch. Somehow the blanket you’d wrapped around your shoulders wasn’t doing the trick and you considered throwing a sweater on over your tank top. Part of you considered that it wasn’t the temperature of your apartment or the weather outside, but rather what was on the news.

Explosions and fire took up most of the screen as the reporter’s disembodied voice went over, for the third time, what had transpired. Little information was known, but the Green Arrow and his associates had been spotted around the burning building before the explosions had begun. It was believed that some workers had still been inside the building’s many offices.

Just another awful thing happening in Star City. It never got easier to watch. You knew, though, that part of your worry was reserved for the Green Arrow.

Keep reading

Imagine Chris discovering just how much you love him. (Part B)

A/N: Part 2B, yo! I know I left you with a bit of a cliffhanger, but here it is; the notebook. 💕 (I’ve decided to make this my regular time to post now, just to catch the time zones.) You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and ‘She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A)

Chris Evans, if you are reading this then I somehow managed to get this notebook to you on my graduation day. I don’t know if you’ll read the whole thing, or if you’ll read this first page and throw it away thinking I’m absolutely insane. I don’t know because as much as I’d like to think I know you, I don’t and I don’t know if I’ll ever be lucky enough to. So let me just give you a quick rundown on what’s in this notebook, or what I’m planning to write in it.

Chris could hear your voice when he read your words; he could always hear your voice, and it always made him smile. He couldn’t believe that you’d think he’d throw away the notebook after reading just the first page. Whether or not he knew who you were- he would’ve let his curiosity take hold of him and read the whole thing from cover to cover. After that, he’d find you because if he fell for you through your mini series- he would’ve fallen for you through your innermost thoughts and feelings. He stopped thinking and continued reading, letting your voice speak to him again.

I guess I should introduce myself first to make this a little less weird. My name is Y/N Y/L/N and I’m- well, I’ll be twenty-two when you read this, but I am currently nineteen. As I’m writing this, I’ve got my acceptance letter into UCLA in front of me; I’ll be starting my first semester in January and I’m both terrified and excited to start this part of my life. The reason I’m telling you all this is because you are the reason I applied for UCLA in the first place. Without you, I would still be stuck in my comfort zone a million miles away from where I want to be. Without you, I wouldn’t have done what scared me. Without you, I wouldn’t be one step closer to fulfilling my dream of being a screenwriter. Whether or not you choose to read this whole thing, I want you to know how grateful I am towards you. I need you know how thankful I am for helping me move along in life. I promise that my first Oscar will be dedicated to you and everything you didn’t know you’ve done for me.

Chris rested the notebook page down on his lap and he ran a hand over his mouth as he fought the urge to tear up. Every time you thanked him for helping you get to and through UCLA, he got teary eyed because you were always so genuine with your gratefulness and appreciation. Now he accepted the thanks that helped you get through UCLA because he was there for you; he was your friend, then boyfriend, then fiancé while you were studying. But he didn’t even know you when you applied and got accepted, you could thank him all you want but he’d never claim the credit for helping you. He didn’t understand how- no matter how much you tried to explain it to him, he still believed he was just one of the pieces. Like with or without him, you would’ve eventually done something with your talent and gone to UCLA anyway. Every time he said that, you had to fight the urge to show him the notebook. You needed him to know everything so he’d stop brushing you off and crediting you for something that wouldn’t have happened without him.

He picked the notebook back up and continued to read.

Let’s see, the journey starts with my gap year. I took a gap year after I graduated from high school, unlike most of my class and school mates who knew exactly what they wanted to do and where they wanted to go. I had no clue, and when people asked me what I wanted to do- I found myself lying. I told everyone what they wanted and expected from me, but it made me feel like a fraud. I tried to find myself- to find a path I wanted to walk, but I always came up empty. As a kid when I found myself feeling lost or alone, I turned to writing because when I wrote- I could be whoever and do whatever I wanted. I could hide behind my words, drift off into a place far from everyone else- far from myself. I didn’t have to think or pretend because nothing bad happened in my stories, it was always perfect. Writing was an escape for me, it was my safe haven. And that, Chris, was where you came into play.

He loved the story of how you started writing about him, as did Sebastian and Ava. Why? Because you only started writing about him because you were writing about Sebastian and wanted to have a little bit of a love triangle happening. It was incredibly amusing and it was something he- and everyone loved teasing you about. But of course, the reason behind why you stopped writing about Sebastian and started writing about Chris and only Chris as your main love interest- that was too sweet to let even the hilarity of how you started ruin it. You said, and he could easily quote it because it was one of his favorite things ever, “the more I wrote about you, the less I wrote about Sebastian and the harder I fell for someone I didn’t know. You were perfect, Chris Evans. To me, for me- I couldn’t write about anyone else anymore.”

The notebook thoroughly explained everything, it said it all; how great an inspiration he was to you, how talented you thought he was, how much you’d love to work with him one day, and how much you truly loved him- but that came near the end after you started dating him. It was basically a journal, but instead of talking to yourself- you spoke to him. It became less formal and more casual as your relationship with him progressed, it became moments he missed that you wanted him to have and anecdotes of how you knew he was the one for you.

A personal favorite- of his and yours- a moment that secure feelings on both sides, that promised a possible lifetime together actually happened before the two of you dated. The day you skipped class and spent it with him, at Burbank and the Dolby Theater. It could’ve been considered a first date, except you went as friends, but it was still one of the most memorable days you’ve had together. It said so in your notebook, and even told him that was the moment you knew you’d fallen for him. Like actually fell- not as a fan, but as a girl who wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of her life with a boy.

I just returned home after spending the day with you in Burbank and at the Dolby Theater, Chris, and I’m going to write everything that happened down now. I’m not doing this because I’m afraid we’ll forget it, I’m doing this because I want you to know exactly when I fell for you; today. Not you as in actor, Chris Evans. I meant you as in Chris Evans, the guy I always believed you were. The more time I spend with you, the more I realize how accurate I was about everything. You are as kind, as thoughtful, as sweet, and definitely as romantic as Fan fic Chris. I don’t know if we’ll ever be something more than just friends, but this is a feeling I want to share with you. I love you. I am in-love with you. To me- you are the one, and- Have you heard that song ‘One and Only’ by the Adele? Well, when I listen to that- I think of us, and more importantly how I feel about you. Now I know you’re not completely oblivious to my affections; you are a smart man, and you’ve read my mini-series. But until you tell me otherwise, I won’t be acting on anything. I can’t lose you as a friend, and I’d rather have you in my life than not have you at all.

Chris felt this eyes narrow slightly, 'One and Only’ by Adele. Had he heard it before? He didn’t know if he should continue reading, or listen to the song before he did. He was curious about both. He decided to continue reading first, he was already nearing the end. The last few entries detailed: the day after you got together, the trip to Boston, the rough patch, the proposal, the long weekend, and even the dinner you two had with Sebastian and Ava. He smiled when he read about the play fight you had out on the grass under the stars. He was glad you loved that moment as much as he did, that you thought it was worthy of being mentioned.

When all was read, he closed the notebook and hugged it to his chest. He was definitely going to keep this in a safe, safe place where no one but him could get to. He felt closer to you, and he fell deeper in-love with you. He didn’t have a doubt before about marrying you, but this somehow made him even more sure about the future he had with you. Neither of you were going anywhere, this was going to work out until you were both old and gray. He was sure of it, as were those who’d seen the two of you together.

Chris carried the notebook with him as he made his way over to your clutch where your phone was. He pulled it out and searched for the song, 'One and Only’ by Adele. He found it, grabbed his earphones, then walked to sit back down in his original spot on the couch. He closed his eyes and allowed the music to engulf his thoughts and feelings.

You’ve been on my mind
I grow fonder every day,
Lose myself in time
Just thinking of your face
God only knows
Why it’s taken me so long
To let my doubts go
You’re the only one that I want

I don’t know why I’m scared, I’ve been here before
Every feeling, every word, I’ve imagined it all,
You never know if you never try
To forgive your past and simply be mine

I dare you to let me be your, your one and only
Promise I’m worthy to hold in your arms
So come on and give me the chance
To prove that I’m the one who can
Walk that mile until the end starts

If I’ve been on your mind
You hang on every word I say
Lose yourself in time at the mention of my name
Will I ever know how it feels to hold you close?
And have you tell me whichever road I choose you’ll go

I don’t know why I’m scared 'cause I’ve been h-

Chris pulled out his earphones before the song could finish, and boy were his tears rolling. If that was the song you thought about when you thought of him, he was overjoyed to have done what the song asked. He couldn’t imagine what his life would be like if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t be as happy and felt as loved as he did when he was with you. He understood it now, understood how much you truly loved him and why you always thanked him for finding his way into your life. He placed both notebook and your phone down on the coffee table then headed upstairs because he needed to see you and reciprocate the great love you carried for him.

He wiped his tears as he opened his bedroom door, soon to be yours too. He stood in the doorway and watched you sleep with the help of the soft lights in the hallway. God, did he love you with everything he had. He was ready and wanting to start the life you’d both talked about extensively. He quietly padded across the room, shushing Dodger who whined as Chris gently pushed him off you. He leaned over you and gently tucked his arms under your body, lifting you off the mattress to press you against him for a warm hug. You stirred in his arms and he gently drew his head back to smile at you before kissing your forehead.

“What are you doing?” You groaned, tired and drunk. “Chris, stop,” you whined and pushed your palms against his chest; he chuckled softly and released you from his arms. “What are you doing?” You quizzed again, blinking at the light peeking in through the ajar door.

“Nothing,” he shook his head. You felt your head pound as you turned, burying your face into your pillow. He remained hovering over you then sat down beside your hip, running his hand soothingly up and down your back. “I just love you.”

“Love me in the morning,” you mumbled into the pillow then fell right back to sleep.

“No,” he whispered with a smile, readjusting your hair so it wouldn’t tangle with your necklace. “I think I’m okay sticking to my original plan to love you every second of every moment of the rest of my life.” He leaned over and kissed the back of your head, smiling when he remembered the last paragraph he read in your notebook.

Honestly, Chris. If I don’t become a success in Hollywood; if all I’m known for is being your wife and the mother of your children; if that is all I can achieve in this lifetime, and any lifetimes after, I’d be perfectly contented and at peace with myself. Why, you ask? Because, my love, that is the greatest accomplishment one can achieve: to love unconditionally and earn that in return. So don’t fret if I don’t complete my goal of becoming a screenwriter because you are all I need now.

“The feeling is mutual, Y/N.”

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Part 2C

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

You trusted him more than anything because you knew he understood the hell you had to live in when you were one of Hydra’s weapons. The past weeks since your capture you two had become close, closer than you had ever been with another. 

“It’s like everything is in a dream,” you begin one evening as you two sat together. Bucky looked up at you, his full attention directed at you to show he was listening. He knew exactly what you were talking about.

“Or maybe it’s more like watching a movie,” you correct yourself. “It just doesn’t feel real. I know you understand what I’m trying to say.”

Bucky stayed silent, but nodded his head as he let you continue. 

“I guess I just remember feelings,” you say. “I remember feeling afraid, anxious, lost. I remember the pain, excruciating pain. I remember feeling like my body wasn’t mine; it just felt so alien. I pray like crazy I won’t ever have to experience that again.”

Bucky stared at you with compassion and sorrow. “I promise you, Doll, that if they try to come for you they will have to go through me first and I ain’t easy to stop. They won’t be able to take down both of us,” Bucky made this promise to you, a promise that he didn’t take lightly for he knew the consequences if he didn’t follow through.

“Of all the people I could have been discovered by, I’m glad you were one of them, Bucky,” you said as you returned a gentle smile. Your hand reached out to his metallic one and placed it in its grasp, interlocking the fingers. “We both don’t have to worry about being in that darkness ever again; we’ll both be there for each other.”


You feel Bucky clasp your hand tighter in his. Quietly you watch as he looks down at both of your hands for a moment, as if he is trying to contemplate the action. His hair falls into his face, making it so you cannot tell what he is thinking. Slowly he looks back up into your eyes, something stirring emotionally in his own. 

Little Teapot (Harry Hook x Reader)

Harry Hook.

Dangerously gorgeous. The son of Captain Hook. Kinda crazy. But, when Uma left and abandoned her crew, he became the captain of the crew. They still hated Auradon with a passion. Then you came.

You were simply an assistant to Evie, simply going to the Isle to collect the children that deserved a second chance. You were Y/N Potts, the daughter of the famous maid of King Adam. You were not expecting to see the son of hook himself. And boy, he was an adventure.

-

The limo rolls up to the docks, violent waves crashing against the ship and the shoreline. There is a slight stench roaming through the air, but it is nothing compared to the boy’s locker room back at Auradon. You smooth out your skirt, everything about you looks perfect. A white shirt tucked into a purple skirt as well as pink pumps. You scream Auradon and people gave you odd looks.

You walk up to the ship, approaching a crew member.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for Harry Hook,” you say politely with you posh accent.

He growls at you and begins to pull out his sword but a smooth voice breaks through the tension.

“That’s no way to treat a lady.”

You turn your head to find the source of the voice and find a beautiful boy standing at the tip of the ship. A small smile is plastered on his face smugly and he holds a silver hook in his hand nonchalantly. Harry Hook. The crew member leaves at the command of his captain and you watch as Harry walks toward you.

“Well, what do we have here,” he said and grinned maniacally.

He let out a laugh that scares you slightly but you still keep a calm face.

“Hello, Mr. Hook. I am Y/N Potts and I am here to bring you to your academic year at Auradon Prep,” you said simply and smiled.

He stared at you before doubling over in laughter.

“A little teapot wants me to go to her princess school,” he says.

You want to glare. He is being a jerk. But, Evie told you to be nice.

“You have been specifically requested by King Ben to go to Auradon Prep this year,” you say, explaining what was told to you.

“And why should I follow what the king says? You boredon kids are so demanding.”

You huff and finally give into your instinct to glare at the annoying boy. He thinks he can do whatever he wants, but he can’t. He’s stuck on the island and does not even want to leave when he’s allowed to. You know that you would hate being stuck on an island full of villains and their kids.

“You know what? I don’t care. You can stay stuck here and live your life on a boat of you can enjoy Auradon for the rest of your life,” you said angrily, steaming.

You turn to get off the grimy boat but an arm around your waist stops you and a gruff voice whispers in your ear.

“Where are you going, teacup? I haven’t finished talking to you yet,” he says and spins you around.

He smiles and drags the silver hook down your cheek.

“I wouldn’t say no to going for one small price,” he said with a cheeky grin.

You flush and look down at the wooden floor.

“Whatever you want, I’m sure King Ben would give you anything you want,” you pause for a moment. “Maybe not everything.”

He let out another laugh, sounding much more insane than you anticipated.

“There’s only one thing I want. And that’s you, poppet.”


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A/N: Hi. I took a crack at writing on tumblr. I hope it doesn’t suck. I would like to continue it so if you want more then, let me know I guess. Much love <3