Request: Draco x reader- cuddling in the common room and reader trying to make pansy
jealous because she likes him and draco catches on and tries to show pansy that
he likes reader and not her
A/N: Kinda short :)
Y/N takes a seat in her usual
spot on the couch, right next to her boyfriend Draco. “How was your day, love?”
The question makes her smile. Draco doesn’t ask anyone else questions like that
– his sweet side is reserved for her.
Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been friends for years. You are deeply, completely, in love with the super soldier, but he sees you as nothing more than a little sister. What happens when Bucky starts to date in earnest?
Powers: Think Jean from X-Men with Immortality and Logan’s healing powers
A/N:Hello loves, I want to apologize for the tags being dooshes, hopefully it’s sorted out now, but thank you all for being so patient with me. and as always thank you to @tilltheendwilliwrite for being an amazing beta, and helping when the writers block sets in. xox
Stepping out of your room, armored thickly against the people you love, you stride into the kitchen. The entire team is assembled, fighting over breakfast as usual. You ignore it, wanting to get down to the gym as fast as possible, but not wanting a lecture on nutrition from Steve you whip up a makeshift breakfast.
“Mornin, baby girl,” Steve greets, making a grab at you.
You avoid his grasp.
He recoils as if stung. “(Y/N)?” he questions, eyes wide and searching.
You ignore the look of hurt on his face as you try and squeeze between Sam and Tony. “Move up please, T,” you murmur.
He shuffles over quickly as Melissa snickers and comments, “Can’t even get her fat ass into a chair.”
The entire room falls silent as all eyes snap to her. There’s a ringing in your ears, Mortification and anger simmering underneath the surface.
“Rein in your bitch, Barnes, before I do it for you!” Nat snaps at him. She whirls on Melissa. “I will rip you to pieces if you speak to her again, even look at her again!” she snarls, eyes burning with rage.
You always seem to ruin the simplest of things. Not even breakfast was safe from the ugliness you brought with you. “Sestra,” you whisper, “Zabud’ ob etom.”
She turns to face you, disbelief written plainly on her face. “Why do you do that? Why do you brush off every insult they seem to throw at you?” she all but screams, rising to slam her hands down on the table, leaning over it, as close to you as she can get without climbing over it..
Rising from your chair, breakfast forgotten in the wake of your rapidly plummeting stomach, you shrug. “Mne malo,” you state firmly, completely missing the heartbreak on Bucky’s face.
Head down, avoiding all eye contact, you escape to the gym. Maybe beating the hell out of something for the next few hours would fill the void which just kept growing in your soul.
He’s dumbfounded. Floundering.
“What did she say?” Steve asks nervously, his eyes boring into Bucky’s.
“She said she’s not enough,” he answers simply, staring into his plate. He knew he’d hurt you. He knew distancing himself from you so he didn’t have to see you with Steve was a stupid move. He regretted it. It had guilt gnawing at him.
Melissa snorts a laugh beside him, not even trying to hide it.
He explodes into action, jerking to his feet so fast, his chair goes over backwards with a crash. “Get the fuck out!”
“Baby?” she squeaks, paling at the sudden anger directed towards her
“Get. The. Fuck. Out! You aren’t welcome here anymore. What the fuck is wrong with you talkin’ to other people like that?” grinding his teeth together “This is done. We’re over”
Nat is beside him in an instant. “You heard him. Get out before I make you. Or better yet, stay. I’d really like to make you leave.” She smiles her widow smile, the one which has the others flinching.
Melissa rises to her full height, her eyes darting between himself and Nat, before they settle on him. “You’re gonna regret this, James.”
He snorts in derision. “I don think so, lady. Leave.”
She glares at everyone before stalking out, slamming every door she can gets her hands on as she goes.
He groans out loud. Fuck he’s a mess. What the hell was he playing at? Jesus, Barnes, he thinks. Guess you could take the words out of his head, but the monster still remained.
“You have to fix this, Bucky,” Natalia says as she quirks a brow. “You’re paired with (Y/N) on a two week mission. Neither of you can afford to be distracted.”
Rubbing his flesh hand across his eyes he murmurs, “Kak eto ispravit’?”
Natasha smirks and shrugs. “You’re a big boy, Barnes. Figure it out.”
He turns to face the rest of the team, ashamed of his behaviour, of the woman he’d allowed into his life, the woman who’d helped drive this wedge between himself and everyone else. He doesn’t even know where to start in his apology, but he knows who he needs to speak to first.
Wanda pipes up quietly, “She’s in the gym.”
He nods once, determined to make you understand what a colossal ass hat he was.
You were working yourself hard, sweat pouring down your back, and hairline. You had a mission. You had people to protect. An evil mad scientist to destroy. You needed to get your shit together. It was an undercover op for which you had yet to find out whom your partner would be. Hopefully Steve.
It would be a desperately needed respite from the tension in the compound. You needed the time to clear your head. To build up your defenses against him. To mourn the loss of friendship and love without having his new relationship shoved in your face every time you entered a room.
You hear the footsteps. You know that gait, have scrutinized it for years. Sighing you begin unwrapping your hands. “What do you want, Barnes?” You swear you can hear him swallow.
“I came to apologize. I was such a dick… I don know how to explain it, doll.”
You freeze, the hope flaring in your chest unwelcome.
“I’m your mission partner, doll, and we need ta clear the air.”
You fight the urge to scoff. Of course he wouldn’t want to apologize because he wanted to be a friend or a lover, he just didn’t want to compromise the mission. Was this some sort of sick joke? You were going to murder Maria.
Taking a calming breath, you nod once. “Apology accepted. It won’t affect the mission.” Trying to sound businesslike, when all you really want to do is crawl into a ball or into him, is harder than you thought it would be.
His brow furrows in confusion, an expression that had always been way too adorable for his own good. “Wha? No.. I meant..”
Forcing a smile to your face, you address him before he can speak “Truly, James, it’s fine. I’m fine. I’ll be as professional as I can. None of our personal issues will feature.” Laughing lightly you forge on, “I’m just sorry you have to be stuck on a mission with me for two weeks.” Looking everywhere but at him, you clear your throat. “I need a change of scenery. I’ll see you later.” You make to move past him, needing to get away before you shatter into shards at his feet.
“Krasivaya..” he whispers, hand outstretched.
You tense, a wave of emotion tearing through you, causing you to falter slightly as you stride forward. You pretend you hadn’t heard him, knowing full well you aren’t fooling him, but you don’t have the emotional capacity to deal with a guilty Bucky Barnes right now.
It’s gone balls up, the damage is irreparable.
And it was all… your… fault.
Tags: If the tags don’t work now im boycotting. Strikethrough means tag isnt working.
So I had this request to have chat, nathaniel and marinette all trapped in an enclosed space, for a long time and finally had a brilliant idea for it (with the help of @squirrellygirlart ) Hope you all enjoy it :) Thanks for the request anon!!
Marinette’s class was helping out at Chloe’s hotel for the day. It was something their class had done once a year every year for as long as Marinette could remember. It was supposed to teach them something about responsibility and the job market and of course Marinette always ended up with the worst jobs on account of Chloe’s hatred for her and today was no different. Marinette was stuck with Gofer duty while Adrien was put at the front desk along with Chloe. Marinette was more than just a little disappointed by it. It happened every year of course but Marinette was beginning to feel that her crush on Adrien was more than a little hopeless. Needless to say Marinette was feeling more than a little discouraged that day. Of course the rage filled akuma that was tearing through the hotel didn’t do much to help improve Marinette’s mood. Marinette ran down the hallway akuma following close behind fiery hair sticking on end as she screamed in fury. A small fiery blast landed near Marinette’s foot. She yelped as she pushed herself to run faster.
“Marinette!” Marinette was quickly grabbed around the waist and yanked into another hallway as a fiery blast dissolved where she had previously been standing. Marinette looked up to see glowing green eyes staring back at her. She rested her hands on his shoulders their chests brushing against one another as they both tried to catch their breath.
“Chat Noir,” Marinette greeted breathlessly. Chat smirked at her.
“Afternoon Princess, are you alright?” Chat asked, eyes giving her a once over. Marinette nodded.
“I think so,” Marinette assured.
“Good, come on, we need to get you to safety,” Chat Noir released her waist instead taking her hand in his and pulling her along behind him. Marinette let him lead her deciding to transform once he left her to take care of the akuma. Chat rounded a corner only for them to find themselves face to face with the fiery beast. Marinette and Chat Noir skidded to a stop. Chat and Marinette both squeaked as the akuma smiled wickedly down at them fire brewing in her open hand.
“Make a run for it?” Marinette asked cautiously. Chat Noir’s head made a jerky nod. The akuma reeled her arm back fiery blast aimed their way.
“Time to go!” Chat shouted turning on his heel and tore down the hall, Marinette still in hand. Chat led them towards an open elevator at the end of the hall. The doors slowly began to close. Chat released Marinette’s hand diving inside the doorway and keeping the doors open for Marinette. Marinette skidded to a stop just before the elevators glancing back as she heard a door open. Nathaniel stepped into the hallway looking down at his sketch book oblivious to the raging akuma headed straight towards them.
Requested- anonymous asked: Can you write something where jellybean is staying with jughead and he calls you at like 11 pm just as you’re getting to bed. And you pick up being really playful and THEN HES LIKE NO ITS AN EMERGENCY AND YOU GET THERE AND YOUVE NEVER SEEN THE JONES SO TERRIFIED AND IT ENDS UP THAT JELLYBEAN GOT HER FIRST PERIOD. Omg
Summary: Jellybean had been moody all afternoon and just before you got into bed Jughead phoned you because she got her period and he doesn’t know how to deal with it.
Warnings: None, I think.
I had got back from Pop’s with Jug and JB as jellybean likes to call herself now. Jug and I looked after Jellybean because his dad was always working now so we usually ended up spending most of the afternoon together. Jellybean loved it though but she still couldn’t comprehend that we were dating, sometimes she’d have a nap and wake up running into the living room yelling “Oh my word! It wasn’t a dream.” When she saw us cuddled up on the couch.
We took Jellybean to Pop’s today because we got back from school later than usual, Jellybean wouldn’t complain though, she loved to get a large fries and dip them into her chocolate milkshake usually she’d have so much she wouldn’t even have a burger. Tonight though she was grumpy, she sat opposite us in the booth like usual but she sat right in the corner giving us grumpy glances whenever we laughed or fooled around. She excluded herself from the conversations, she ordered a burger, she ate in silence and she got a soda. Jug and I both looked at each other to make sure we were both seeing the same thing. This was not Forsythia P. Jones, and this definitely wasn’t Jellybean.
Could you please write a fic about what you think is happening during the locker scene where Jughead is holding Betty back? Love your fics x
I have two theories regarding who’s locker that is, I’m gonna write this one as Jugheads Locker!
Betty felt her knuckles pop as she stretched her fingers out and rolled her neck, gazing down at the indents in her palms. Scrunching her nose in disgust, she slammed her palms down on the wooden desk. What was wrong with her? Why did she ruin everything? Her boyfriend hated her and had been avoiding her for the entire week, her best friends betrayed her and went behind her back, her family was falling apart and there was something seriously wrong with her sister, she just had to find out what.
Everything was falling apart and she was powerless to change it, she was too weak, not strong enough. Her brain was screaming at her, fight! Fix this! You need to make this better! But she couldn’t. She couldn’t fight, she could hardly breathe half the time, it was all bubbling up and she knew sooner than later it would all come to the surface.
She heard the shouting and laughter through the door of the office, something about it made her stomach clench and she ventured into the hallway, her heart dropping when she saw everyone crowded around Jugheads locker, Archie was yelling at a few people from the football team and Jughead was staring at his locker. When Betty saw what the dark haired boy was staring at, something in her snapped like an over pulled elastic band.
His locker was decorated with hateful words and immature photographs, there was even a doll that looked suspiciously like her hanging by a string. Jughead looked devastated, as he fingered a picture of his father covered in red sharpie. No. no more.
Betty ripped through the crowd, slamming her fist into the locker, ignoring the instant pain in her knuckles, the crowd turned to look at her, eyes wide as she snarled
“You’re all sick” she hissed out “ all of you are disgusting, what’s wrong with you?” Her voice was getting increasingly louder and she vaguely noticed her classmates pulling their phones out, Veronica stepped forward but at Betty’s sharp glare she stepped back.
“Is this fun for you?! Tormenting people. Judging them? you think this is funny? You’re all cowards! Idiots!” Her bloody hands reaching to rip the signs off of his locker, she lunged forward before she felt familiar arms wrap around her, squeezing her and pulling her back. He whispered softly into her ear “it’s okay, it’s not worth it, it’s okay.”
She pulled out of his arms and abruptly stepped back
“You are worth it! Don’t you get it!” She cried out, her eyes frantic as she scanned the crowd
“Who did this? Who would do something like this?” Suddenly the dark green of her eyes caught on something wickedly red, Cheryl Blossom physically flinched at the stone, steel glare Betty was giving her
“Cheryl? You did this. Haven’t you caused enough pain. You think this is going to bring your brother back? You’re pathetic.” She spat as Jughead grabbed her upper arm again and tugged slightly, he was slowly pulling her away towards an empty chemistry lab as she continued to shake.
When they finally made it into the lab he pulled her into his arms
“It’s okay.” He whispered into her hair.
“No Jughead it’s not! How can you say that, those people… those animals!” She pulled away and began pacing
“We’ll get them all expelled, well start with Cheryl. I could… I could kill her, I know that that seems inappropriate considering circumstances but I could! I really could.”
Suddenly Jughead raised his voice, startling Betty who was in her own world
“Bets.” He stated simply, she looked over to him, his eyes shining with something she had never seen before, he made his way over to her and clutched her bloody hands, using the flannel tied around his waist to press against her knuckles, her watery eyes met his
“We’re okay.” He said softly, his free hand wiping a loose strand of honey blonde hair.
“Were not… you hate.. Jughead..” she whimpered as he wrapped her up in his arms
“I’m so sorry bets, I was so angry. At everyone I took it out on you, I shouldn’t have. You were the only one to believe in me, to defend me.” He whispered against her forehead. His own eyes damp with pent up tears
She nodded slowly against him, her arms moving to go around his waist
“Were failing Jughead, everything we do. We fail.” She whispered
“No.” he said pulling away to look her deep in the eyes
“We won’t fail. We’ll be okay, we have to.” He said with a determined smile.
Looking back to his eyes Betty saw what the unusual emotion his eyes held was.
Her and Bucky are giggling like crazy as they step out of the shed, holding their old clothes and onto each other. They couldn’t get enough of each other now that they were starting to fall head first for each other. She bites her lip as her eyes watch her beautiful engagement ring twinkle in the moonlight. It feels heavy on her finger, but she loves it. The ring leaves her breathless by its beauty. The diamonds are placed intricately around the band while one huge rock rests in the center. She loves it.
Hey can I request brotherly bonding between 2D and Murdoc on plastic beach? Idk I'm just obsessed with tht phase
(Guess who started crying like a little fuckin bitch while writing this???? (hint: its me)…. enjoy the angst but love, also i hope this is what you meant ???????)
Plastic Beach was a strangely beautiful place, 2D had agreed with himself. It felt lonely and melancholy even if you shared the place with someone. Company did nothing about the feeling that this island left in your chest. Then again, sharing the island of garbage with none other than Murdoc Niccals was a difficult thing to call company; he was drunk all the time and when he wasn’t drunk, he was just in a horrible mood. It ended up with 2D spending a lot of evenings by the shore all alone, watching the waves and humming to himself. Murdoc was usually passed out by then. 2D always managed to put him in recovery position and that meant that nothing terrible could happen; he couldn’t choke on his own vomit, in fact, the worst thing that could happen was Murdoc pissing himself. It had happened a few times.
The evening sky was turning several colours of red, orange and pink. Only a glimpse of the sun was left in the horizon, and 2D took a swig of his beer and curled his toes in his flip-flops as a cold breeze washed over him from the sea. The wind seemed to come from all directions and it was pleasant.
Much to his surprise, Murdoc sat down beside him and 2D turned his head to figure out just how much he had had to drink today. It was easy to read if you looked at his eyes and how distant they were.
“You’re sober?” 2D asked in surprise, raising his brows at the sight. It was uncommon and almost quite scary.
“It’s Noodle’s birthday,” Murdoc replied, thinking it was enough of an answer, and it was. 2D couldn’t count on one hand how many times, he had heard him having nightmares now, waking up and gasping for air. It had always been about her.
“That’s right,” 2D said quietly, “Wanna talk about it?”
“Sod off,” Murdoc quickly replied and 2D responded by holding his hands up in defeat, his beer spilling slightly, “Just asking, it’s a special day for her. Remember when we caught her with the trimmer? Fuck, her hair was everywhere. We had to buy her like ten different hats and helmets for her birthday that year.”
“Yeah, poor thing didn’t know what the fuck that thing could do,” Murdoc smiled fondly but it quickly faded again and silence washed over them. 2D looked at the sky, watching how it turned more and more dark, and the waves more noisy and mysterious. Only a couple of hours left of her special day, at least where they were.
“I looked everywhere for her,” Murdoc finally said. Here we go, 2D thought to himself. Murdoc cleared his throat, “It just feels so hopeless, ya know? I don’t know where she is and I failed her.”
“You didn’t fail her, Muds,” 2D reasoned but Murdoc let out a sad chuckle, “Oh shut up, numbnut. I shouldn’t have stopped looking, God knows where the hell she is. She was a teenager, and I should’ve been there.”
“You’re not her father,” 2D shrugged, pouring the rest of his beer out into the water and Murdoc sighed, “But I should’ve been, ya know? I-it should’ve been me, you two were way too young to handle a teenager anyway.”
“Well, I can handle you,” 2D smirked and it earned him a slap to the back of his head, causing him to wince but not smirk any less.
“No wonder I screwed her over so bad,” Murdoc said as he closed his eyes briefly, “I’m not even old enough in my own fucking head to have responsibilities like that. What do I know about raising kids? I sure fucked up.”
“It’s something you learn, I guess,” 2D tried and furrowed his brows. Sober Murdoc felt strange and slightly uncomfortable, “You can’t be good at everything from the beginning.”
“What have I got to learn this kind of responsibility from? My own father? He was an old cunt, loved humiliating me, humiliating the everloving shit out of me, and make me feel like I was a waste of space.”
“Oh c'mon, you old man,” 2D sighed.
“No, honestly, some family, huh?” Murdoc snarled.
“Muds, calm down.”
“No, look - I failed her so badly and I can’t even wish her a happy birthday.”
“Wait here,” 2D finally said and left the seaside. Murdoc rolled his eyes and grabbed the empty bottle, lifting it up and was just about to smash it. 2D grabbed his wrist, “Don’t. I’d have to go get another one and pour it out. Drunk Murdoc Niccals will hate it when I tell about the waste of beer.”
“What on earth are you talking about, dimwit?” Murdoc snapped but tilted his head as 2D handed him a piece of paper as well as a pen.
“Write her something, I don’t have to read it, just write her something and we’ll tape up the bottle and throw it into the sea,” 2D said, causing Murdoc to narrow his eyes. He eventually gave in and took the pen.
It took him a moment to write a short message and then another moment to read it through at least ten times. He eventually nodded and 2D handed him the tape to seal it.
Soon, it was floating away from them and 2D decided not to ask what Murdoc had written. Instead he just stood a bit closer to him, daring to wrap an arm around him. To his surprise, Murdoc did nothing but just leaned his weight ever so slightly into him.
“We’re your family now, Muds.”
There was no answer from Murdoc for a long time but a hand was placed on his shoulder, and it was good enough for 2D.
“I think I’ve got an idea for a new song,” Murdoc said after a long while, watching the bottle float away, “A title at least.”
Prompt:Could you write an Elijah Mikaelson smut for smutty September, please? Giving him a Blowjob under his desk in his office and he has to stay really quiet because he is on the phone with someone important. It really pisses him off and he has to punish the reader afterward.
Pairing: Elijah x Reader
Word count: 950
Warning: besides the usual smut, curse words, and rough sex…none.
Title: Lesson Learned Pairing: Reader/Negan Summary: Reader is caught flirting and Negan needs to teach her a lesson. Words: 1,757 Warnings: Language, SMUT Author’s Note: As always, if you want to be removed from a tag list, let me know!
Fic Request: “ I don’t
know when I sent this, so you might have it. But I requested an anti x
fem!reader, where the reader is Anti’s SO and she’s being harassed by some guys
and Anti becomes really angry and ends up fighting them.”
Annnnngry Anti to the rescue!
You weren’t particularly late, but your friends had kept you back, wanting to stay at the club longer. Of course, you were dragged into it and unfortunately, you were now slightly tipsy and wandering home…alone. Your house wasn’t far from the club, so you didn’t bother calling a cab. It felt like a waste of money. But you were starting to regret it when you heard three sets of footsteps following you. They appeared out of the club when you and your friends were leaving. You had felt their stares ever since you stepped out of the building, and now, as they closed in, you were beginning to feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Your hand slid into your purse, withdrawing your phone and quickly dialing a number. “Hey, gorgeous, where you off too?” A slightly slurry voice called out. You didn’t put the phone to your ear, but kept it hidden as three men caught up to you. They stepped in front of you, halting your walk home. “Nowhere,” You said, taking a step back. The phone in your hand buzzed softly and you gripped it tighter as one of the men chuckled. “Nowhere? That’s a strange place to be going.” The men were obviously drunk. They swayed and stumbled, leaning on each other as they stared at you with sickening gazes. “Look, I really must be going,” You tried to walk around them, but one held out his hand, snagging your elbow. “Aww, what’s the rush?” He asked, “The night’s still young, lets go get drinks!” “No thank you,” You yanked on your arm but the man held it strong. The other two stepped closer, almost trapping you between them. “You can sleep at my place,” Another told you. “No need to worry about gettin’ home.” “Please, I really must be going.” You tried but they moved closer, the grip on your arm almost painful. Suddenly, the street-light over head exploded in a shower of sparks and a green glow illuminated the group around you.
“Do yourselves a favor,” Anti hissed through clenched teeth. “Step back from the girl, and I’ll make sure your wounds aren’t fatal.” The men stumbled back in shock, releasing you from their grip. You rushed over to Anti, hugging his arm as he moved in front of you. His body buzzed under your fingers, eyes aglow and his head snapped back and forth. You tried to drag him away, but Anti gently pushed you aside. His gaze never leaving the drunken trio. “I must be drunker than I thought,” One man said. “His head is moving!” “Look pal, you can’t just turn up and start orderin’ us around,” The other said, pointing an accusing finger at Anti. “And threatening us? That’s a big mistake.” Anti laughed, a cackle that made the air grow cold. “You must be kidding. I’m in the wrong? Please, I’m just saving my damsel from three drunken fools!” One man started forward and Anti met him halfway. His fist came up in a blur, crashing into the man’s chin and sending him stumbling back. “You bastard!” He spat, blood dribbling from his mouth. “We’ll beat you bloody!” “Not if I tear you apart first,” Anti smiled. The three men rushed him, charging like angered bulls. Anti ducked under the first fist, dancing between the men and kicking one in the groin. His elbow snaked out, striking another’s head and then slamming his forehead into the third. The three yelled out in pain, stumbling back, but Anti was far from finished. From the sleeve of his hoodie, he removed a knife, the blade flashing under the green glow. You cried out as Anti sliced open a man’s chest, the blunt handle of the knife crashing into the temple of another. The third fell back as his friends collapsed. One gripped his bleeding chest, screaming in agony, while the other had been rendered unconscious by the blow to his head. Anti kicked the unconscious man as he passed, further injuring his head with a nasty gash. The remaining man scrambled back, his pleas meeting only Anti’s maniacal smile.
His wide eyes turned to you, “P-Please! Help me!” Anti gripped the front of the man’s shirt with his free hand, lifting him up and slamming him against a wall. “Don’t you dare talk to her,” Anti snarled. “Look at me, come on, now. What are you, afraid?” The man nodded, his voice shaking. “I-I’m terrified.” “You should be,” Anti chuckled. His head a blur as it twitched. “Because that girl there, is mine. My girlfriend, you pig. And you have laid your fat little fingers on her.” “I-I’m sorry!” The man wept. “I-I didn’t know!” “That doesn’t excuse your behavior.” Anti hissed. “Even I have morals, pig. If someone doesn’t give consent, I don’t harass them.” He paused, twirling the knife like a lazy gesture. “To a degree.” A wet stain had gathered at the crotch of the man’s trousers and Anti giggled. You walked up to Anti, softly touching his shoulder. “Babe, lets go. You’ve made your point.” You said gently. “No, my point is that pigs like him get gutted.” Anti pressed the knife against the man’s stomach. “I’ll make an example out of him, and leave him for others to find.”
You snaked your arm around his waist, giving his hip a squeeze. “Anti, please, lets go home.” He looked down at you. Your eyes were wide, pleading. He sensed the goosebumps on your skin and the way you were holding yourself, as if… you were scared. You weren’t trying to stop Anti from killing him, you just wanted to go home. Anti nodded, releasing the man. Who sat there, panting like a frightened animal as Anti guided you away from the scene. He pulled you against his side, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “Next time, come home on time.” He said and you nodded. The green glow of the light dimmed to a faint yellow, then fading as the last of the electricity fizzled out. Leaving the men in the dark as they listened to your footsteps echo away.
Ok so I have a hc that after Amanda booted Kim off the cheerleading team she took up some other after school sport. You she where this is heading right?? THATS RIGHT TRIMBERLY FIGHT AT A SOCCER GAME AU with some Jason X Billy. I honestly don’t know where this came from but I hope you enjoy :))))) warning: some homophobia and language.
Trini hated mornings like these. Mornings where she had to get up at 7 am just cause her stupid, beautiful girlfriend had a soccer game. The mornings were made even worse when she missed breakfast, and seeing as she was already late, she knew it was going to be a bad day.
“God why did have to date a soccer player?,” Trini grumbled as she got out of bed.
A knocking at her window disrupted her grumpy brooding.
“Hey yellow.” Trini recognized the voice instantly. A pair of strong arm wrapped around her middle. Kim pecked Trini softly on the cheek.
“Aren’t you supposed to be at your game?” Trini asked.
Kim got a mischievous look in her eye,
“Well I was on my way when I remembered a certain cute ranger.”
“Why are you talking about Billy like that?” Kim laughed at her girlfriends sarcasm.
“Come on crazy girl we’re gonna be late for my game.” Kim teased.
“It’s only funny when you call me that.” Trini retorted.
Kim smiled lazily back at her. “Don’t let Zack hear you.”
Together the girls rode to the school in Kimberly’s pink jeep listening to seventeen by Alessia Cara.
The game was coming to the end of the second quarter. The angel grove team was losing by 5 points. Trini watched from the bleachers as her girl played forward center.
“God she’s terrible isn’t she,” Trini felt her blood boil as she recognized the god awful voice as none other than Kimberly’s old cheer friends.
“It’s a miracle she can even run with those chicken legs of hers,” the girls laughed.
Trini turned to the girls so fast it was a miracle she didn’t get whiplash.
“What the fuck are you looking at dyke?” Amanda sneered.
“I think I’m looking at the girl who’s about to have two black eyes if she doesn’t shut the hell up,” Trini snapped.
Amanda looked taken aback for a moment before her dog like snarl etched itself back onto her face.
“Or what,” she retorted “are you gonna punch my tooth out like your little girlfriend did to poor Tye.” Amanda laughed at her remark.
Trini was two seconds away from punching Amanda square in the jaw when she felt someone’s hand on her shoulder. Trini turned to see Billy and the boys. Billy turned to Amanda with a look in his eye that Trini had only seen when they were fighting Rita in their zords.
Billy spoke calmly and slowly.
“Please stop talking about Kimberly like that and leave Trini alone.”
Amanda looked at Billy as she sized him up. She took a step closer.
“Are you and your boyfriend going to make me? God are all five you you fags?” Amanda looked incredibly bored at the situation.
“I can’t believe Kimberly had to resort to hanging with a retarded kid, a lesbian, the school disappointment, and the stupid Asian.”
Billy looked down in fear. Jason’s face had never resembled his suit more. Zack looked like he was one second away from killing someone. Trini actually wanted to murder Amanda.
“God the only thing worse that you four losers the other dyke on the field.” Amanda spit her words out.
“WOULD YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Trini yelled before tackling Amanda to the ground. The boys tried to get between them before Trini yelled at them to stay back.
Unfortunately for Trini Amanda was still taller than her and unsurprisingly flexible. They wrestled around on the ground for a minute before Amanda finally pinned Trini to the ground and threw a punch to her face. Trini’s nose started bleeding almost instantly. Before she could throw another punch Amanda was on her back and Trini had unleashed her fury on the head cheerleader. Amanda got up before Trini could throw anymore punches to her now bruising face. Amanda threw a swift kick to Trini’s head. Trini saw stars colluding her vision. Before the fight could continue they heard someone shout.
“GET OFF MY GIRLFRIEND YOU ASSHOLE!” Both girls turned and saw a blur of short black hair head straight for Amanda.
“You can make fun of me all you want but NEVER touch her!” Kimberly shoved Amanda into the bleachers. The fight was over as soon as it started. The coach pulled Kimberly off Amanda before yelling at her.
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT HART?!” Coach looked from Kim to Amanda to Trini.
“WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF A GAME. YOU CAN’T JUST RUN OFF THE FIELD BECAUSE SOMEONE IS PICKING A FIGHT WITH YOUR GIRL.” Kim looked back at coach with equal vigor.
“YOU’RE BANNED FROM THE TEAM FOR THE REST OF THE SEASON!” Coached barked at her.
Coach suddenly turned to Amanda.
“AND YOU! YOU CAN BET YOUR ASS YOU’RE OFF THE CHEER SQUAD FOR THE REST OF THE SEASON!”
Amanda stomped away in a fury muttering something about coach that was definitely not school appropriate.
The Rangers piled into Kim’s car without another word.
Billy was the first one to break the silence.
“Kim I’m sorry we got you kicked off the soccer team.” Kim sighed in frustration.
“It’s ok Billy, it’s just a sport.” Billy smiled at Kim from he back seat.
Jason turned down to Billy and put an arm around his shoulders.
“Babe I’m sorry about what Amanda said. You’re not retarded, you’re the smartest guy I know.” Jason pecked Billy on his cheek.
Billy was blushing shyly now. Kim dropped the boys off by the entrance to the mine.
Trini hadn’t said a word the entire ride. Kim pulled up to her driveway and she and Trini made there way inside. Kimberly took a look at Trini’s face and pulled her into the bathroom.
“Hey,” she spoke softly “Trini look at me.” Trini looked up and immediately regretted it. As soon as she stared into those deep brow eyes she knew she was sunk.
“KimI'msorryigotyoukickedofftheteambutAmandawasbeingsuchabitchandand,” Kimberly silenced Trini with a kiss. Kim brought her hand up and caressed the cut on Trini’s lip.
“Calm down babe it’s ok. I think Amanda deserved it.” Trini breathed a sigh of relief.
“Besides,” Kim went on “It was hot to see you defend me like that.” Trini laughed into Kim’s hand.
Kimberly took the first aid kit and cleaned Trini’s cuts and bruises.
Request from anon for a Jax x Reader using the following prompts:
#25 - “Shut up and kiss me.”
#41 - “I need your help.”
#87 - “You owe me big time.”
A/N - I kept Donna alive and well in this by the way!!
You’re cruising down the highway, windows down and music up as you head into Charming. You’d been away for a few months visiting family, and you’d decided to surprise your best friend Opie by just turning up to TM, in the hopes that he would be there of course.
But as always, something has to go wrong, and that’s just what happens when your car starts making a noise that it should not be making. With a groan, you pull over and get out of the car, pretending that you’ve got some sort of knowledge on motors.
Yanking up the hood, you start practically choking as you’re slammed in the face with smoke, the rest of it rising up into the air as you try to fan it away. Groaning to yourself, you pull out your phone. There goes the surprise.
You open your drivers seat door, sitting in and letting your legs hang out as you listen to the dial tone, knowing Ope was never that good at answering.
“Hello?” You smile involuntarily at the sound of his voice, butterflies swarming in your stomach.
“Guess you never did get around to saving my number, hm?“ You scold, kicking the loose stones on the floor. “I swear you’re like a grandad when it comes to technology.”
“Nice to hear from you too. You’re lucky I’ve still got the same number, we usually have to change it every few months.” He sasses, his voice still as gruff, although you can hear the smile as he talks.
“Guess I’m just a lucky bitch, aren’t I?” He chuckles down the line, and you can imagine him shaking his head and combing his hair back, excitement rushing through you knowing you’re going to see him really soon.
“The one and only. How’s it going back home?” You inhale sharply, acting as if there is a serious problem, wanting to surprise him as much as possible.
“That’s why I called actually. I need your help.” You flood your voice with concern, thanking your high school theatre days for helping you become so dramatic.
“Shit, (Y/N), are you in trouble? I told you to go our charter up there if you needed anything.” You pull out a cigarette as he lectures you on the other end, lighting it up and taking a drag, letting the nicotine run through your veins.
“Calm it, worry wart. It’s just, I’m about five minutes out of good old Charming town, by that little field we used to get high in. Yeah, my piece of shit motor has conked out on me. Could really do with a tow.” You walk back out to your bonnet, where the smoking has subsided but now it’s sort of hissing.
“You’re back in Charming? Why? I mean not that it won’t be good to see you-” He tries to cover himself, you smirking at his nervousness.
“That relative I went for? Yeah, he died.” You take a drag of your cigarette as Opie stays silent, not knowing what to say. “I’m alright though. So, see you in twenty?”
You hear him hesitate, probably wanting to console you, but let’s it go. He huffs dramatically, “You owe me big time.”
You laugh, dropping your fag nub and putting it out with your foot. “Thanks, Ope. Can’t wait to see you.”
“Yeah, I’m sure there’s someone else you can’t wait to see, either.” He teases, you rolling your eyes in response, but not denying his statement.
“Yeah, yeah. See you soon, shithead.“
Leaning on the side of your car, you watch as Opie drops out of the van, slamming the door closed behind him. You stand up, walking over to meet him, him wrapping his arms around you tightly. He pulls away, placing a kiss to the top of your head.
“I can’t believe you’re still driving around in this piece of shit.“ He laughs, walking over to your car and looking under the bonnet. “Looks like an oil leak, and some of these parts could use a replacement. I’ll just hook it up and we’ll get going. ”
“Alright. So how’s Donna? The kids?” You ask, watching as he sorts out the hook up. You and her had always been quite close, helping out with Kenny and Ellie and spending nights drinking and gossiping.
“They’re all good. Donna asked about you the other day, wanted to know when you were coming back. I think she’s sick of being only surrounded by men.” You laugh, not realising how much you missed Charming until now. The MC, feeling welcome, like you belong somewhere. You loved your old home and family but you couldn’t be yourself the way you could be in Charming.
“I’ve missed her, and the kids. I’ll have to pop in tomorrow or something, once I’m settled in. How’s SAMCRO doing?” You follow Ope as he goes to the tow truck, the two of you getting in your respective sides, before he starts the engine up.
“A.T.F have been up our asses since you left, some bony bitch called Stahl. I’m sure she’ll introduce herself once she sees you’re connected to us.” He grumbles, as he begins the route to TM.
You smile as the scenery becomes more and more familiar, small talk passing between the two of you, and before long you pull into Teller-Morrow, a sick feeling in your stomach as the nerves almost choke you.
Once the engine is killed, you slip out of the vehicle, closing the door behind you as you slip your sunglasses over your eyes. The lot looks empty, and you’re not sure if you’re glad about that or not. You don’t have much time to think about it as the door to the clubhouse opens, members adorning leather pouring out.
“Jax is probably in his room.“ Opie states knowingly, a smirk on his lips. You opened your mouth to start to deny that that’s who you were hoping to see, but think better of it, brushing him off and walking towards the clubhouse.
Luckily, the clubhouse is empty when you walk in, making it seem a lot less nerve wracking. You look around, barely believing that it’s been six months since you walked through these doors. You walk towards the apartments, continuing until you reach Jax’s door.
You don’t even know what you’re supposed to say, you think, anxious feelings building higher and higher. It’s only Jax, you tell yourself, knocking on the door before you can chicken out.
“Yeah?” Your heart flutters as you hear him speak, the feelings that you’ve always kept for him rising closer to the surface. You turn the door handle, peeking your head through the door, seeing Jax laying on the bed, his back to you.
“It’s still as messy in here as it was when I left. Minus the croweaters. Hopefully.” You tease, stepping into the room. He looks over his shoulder, a side smile appearing on his lips as he takes you in. Cheeks blushing slightly, you smile at him, the two of you looking at the other for a second.
“I didn’t know you were back in town.” He says, pulling himself off the bed and coming to greet you, that same old Jax Teller scent encasing you as he hugs you. You wrap your arms around him, squeezing him, the two of you lingering a little longer than normal.
“Only just got here, Ope had to give me a ride.” He holds you at arms length as you explain, his eyebrow raising in question. “Car broke down. Again.”
You feel like the wind has been knocked out of you when he smiles, the sight still being as beautiful as ever. “You’d be better off walking.”
Fake laughing at his joke, you watch as he goes to his bed, slipping on his grey button up mechanic shirt, before he throws his arm around your shoulder, leading you out of the room. You try to seem casual as he talks to you, his face so close to yours you can see every strand of hair on his face, every fleck in his eyes.
Reaching outside, he removes his arm from you, the two of you walking to where your car is now sitting in the garage, the hood already up and ready to be worked on.
“(Y/N)? That you, sweetheart?” Gemma appears at the door of her office, her ears picking up the sound of your voice. She smiles lovingly at you, meeting you and pulling you into her arms. The two of you had mostly got on, a bit shaky at first but when she realised you were a good person with good intentions, she warmed to you quite well.
“It’s nice to have you back, the filing cabinet is looking a little crazy without your organising.” She grins, turning to look at Jax, who was now standing with Opie, his face lit up with humour. “He’s missed you, you know. You’re good for him.”
You choke slightly, your cheeks warming with embarrassment as you fail to act casual. “We’re just-”
“Friends. Yeah, I know, but a mother has these instincts. Maybe you should trust me on them.” You smile admiringly at her, nodding your head in acceptance.
“Yes, maam.” You reply, her telling you she’s throwing a ‘welcome back’ dinner for you tomorrow, and you promising you’ll be there before she disperses. You walk into the garage, recognising a few faces.
“Welcome back, lass.” Chibs greets you, followed by Clay and Piney, you hugging them all. Piney was like a second father to you, especially because of you being around Opie so much.
“She just can’t stay away.” Opie comments, all of the boys eyes looking behind you. You turn to see a car parking up in the lot, some skinny blonde bitch getting out of her car, making sure to check her reflection before she begins to walk over.
You look at Jax, the look on his face confirming your suspicions that this girl was here for him. Rolling your eyes internally, a heavy feeling resting in your gut, you turn back around and stand next to Opie.
“So, I was just wondering if I could get that lift home?” She flirts, her finger trailing up Jax’s chest. You can’t control the bubble of laughter that slips past your lips, the members in the garage, except for Jax, smirking amongst each other as they feel the tension rising.
The girl turns to look at you, chomping on her gum as she does. You feel your blood boiling just from her looking at you, the snarl on her lips making you glare. “Something funny, bitch?”
You raise your eyebrows, standing up completely straight as you step to her, making sure she knows you’re not intimidated by some barbie bitch.
“Didn’t you just drive here, in your own car? Yet you need a lift?” You question, the girl looking like she’s not used to being talked back to. “Just find your desperation funny, so I laughed. Problem?”
“Why don’t you just run along and find another MC to blow?” She spits, your eyes flickering to Jax who looks like he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
“I don’t have to suck dick to be able to stick around, unlike you.” You hear the men chuckle behind you, Chibs whistling lowly. “Maybe you should pay attention to people’s reactions, their facial expressions. Look around, nobody seems to be craving your attention do they?”
Her mouth opens and closes, not really knowing what to say. She looks at Jax, his jaw locked as he stares at her, the support that she’s hoping for obviously not going to come. You glare at her as she returns her attention to you, her eyes glinting mischievously.
“Well, honey, if you’re here for the VP, I gotta tell you,” she steps closer to you, getting in your face, your fist curling. “he’s already occupied.”
You try to keep your face neutral, not wanting to seem like a crazy bitch who’s obsessed with a guy she’s not even with.
“I’m happy for you, honestly. Though, I really doubt that him fucking you and then kicking you out as soon as he’s done counts as being anything serious.” The words are bitter on your tongue, the thought of Jax having sex with someone hurts your naive brain.
You barely have time to react before you feel a sting on your cheek, realising this bitch has slapped you. Scoffing, you feel your body engulf in rage, your fist flying into her face. She staggers back, her hand cradling her nose as it pours with blood, but you’re not finished yet.
Grabbing her round the throat, you slam her against one of the cars, your grip tight on her throat. “You EVER lay your fucking hands on me again, and I swear to god, I’ll cut them fucking off. Understand?”
Her head nods furiously as she tries to remove your hold from her neck. You pull her from the car, yanking back her hair and beginning to lead her to her car, sounds of pain emitting from her.
“You’re not welcome here, and you’re certainly not welcome around Jax. Stay the fuck away.” You release your hold, watching as she shakily gets in her car, driving away as quickly as she can, you not moving until she’s gone.
You walk back towards the garage, the men gathered outside, watching the show, clapping boyishly at you. You wave them off, smirking at them. “So, we gonna fix my ride?”
“Let’s do it.” Opie says, Jax watching you with an unreadable expression. The older men leave, just the three of you left in TM. You sit on the counter, enjoying the quaintness of the atmosphere.
“I forgot what it was like to see your angry side.” Opie jests, as he hands you some paperwork for you to fill in. You smile proudly, grabbing a pen from the side of you.
“Bitches shouldn’t piss me off.” You look at Jax, knowing he’s listening to the conversation but not really taking part. “Couldn’t you nail a nice girl for a change, Jackie boy?”
He looks at you, a smile making its way on to his lips as he attends to your car. You smile back, glad that you’ve diffused the awkward mood.
A ringing fills the room, Opie reaching into his pocket and answering the call, walking outside to talk. You continue to fill in the form, Jax watching you without your knowledge.
He cherishes the chance to look at you like this, so freely. The way your eyebrows knot when you’re concentrating. The way there is a little strand of hair that somehow always covers your face, your hand briskly sweeping it back everytime. He finds himself smiling, just from you doing nothing, the beauty you hold so pure and genuine.
“That was Donna.” Opie says, Jax pulling his focus away from you and turning back to the task at hand. “She needs me to pick up the kids from school. You okay to hold the fort, bro?”
Jax nods in response, you telling Opie to give the kids your love, him agreeing before leaving.
You finish the last part of the document, signing off with your signature, before placing it on the side and jumping down from the counter, Jax watching you from the corner of his eye.
He can’t help but watch your ass as you move, your jeans hugging your body in all the right ways. He internally slaps himself for his lack of concentration, knowing it’s only going to get worse as you drag a stool near him, sitting down so close that he can smell your perfume.
“I wish I could be of assistance, honestly, but I don’t really know shit about cars.” You admit, him shaking his head in amusement as he wipes his hands on a dirty rag.
“Pass me that part over there. The one next to the red spanner.” He adds, recognising your look of confusion. You do as he asks, passing him what he needs, your skin touching his as he grabs it from you.
“So, you got a boyfriend back home?” He tries to sound casual, a flutter in your stomach as he questions you. He looks at you, hoping that you give him the answer he wants to hear.
“Oh yeah, I’ve got loads of boyfriends back home.” Your words are nothing but sarcastic, Jax smirking, his shoulders relaxing as he knows you’re single. He tries to tell himself not to be so happy about it, you probably don’t even see him in that way.
“What about you? Has the infamous Jax Teller got anybody in line to be his Old Lady?” You force yourself to ask him, knowing that you want to find out either way, even if it hurts. At least you’ll know where you stand.
“Nah, not many can handle this life. Takes a certain kind of woman to be able to catch my eye.“ You look at your lap, fiddling with a loose thread on your jeans, your heart feeling crushed at his words.
Unbeknownst to you, you’re all that he’s describing. He knows you can handle this life, watching your fire and passion over the last few years that you’ve been around. You’re sexy, intelligent, respectful, you get on with his family. You’re perfect for him. He just doesn’t know how to get to you.
“I get that. Can’t trust these hoes.” He chuckles at you, a smile on your lips that doesn’t quite meet your eyes but he’s unsure why.
“So, where are you staying? Didn’t you stop renting that apartment once you left?“ He lights up a cigarette, your eyes breathing him in as he takes a drag, looking so sexy with no effort at all.
“Yeah, I’m just gonna check in to a motel I think, ‘till I find somewhere I want to live.” You explain, passing Jax a tool that he gestures to. He takes another drag of his cig, resting on the pillar near to you.
“You can stay at mine till you get settled, if you want. I’ve got a spare room, as long as you don’t mind the fact that I hog the shower.” You don’t know what to say as he looks at you, nerves seeping in as you think of whether that’s a good idea or not.
“Are you sure? I mean I don’t want to intrude.” He shakes his head at your protest, pulling a single key off his key chain and passing it to you.
“My mom would probably kill me if I didn’t offer, anyway.” You take the key from him, flipping the piece of metal between your fingers. “I’d rather you that than stay in some dodgy motel. You remember where I live, yeah?”
“Yeah, I do. Thank you, Jax, I can’t thank you enough.” You respond, standing up and slipping the key into your pocket.
You check your appearance in the mirror, your face freshly washed and your body freshly showered. You try not to panic, knowing that Jax is going to see you without makeup, your palms sweating slightly. Heading out of the bedroom, you walk towards the kitchen, going to grab yourself a cup of tea before heading to bed.
“Hey.” You greet as you emerge from the hallway, Jax sitting at the table. His eyes roam up and down your body, the pajama shorts you’re wearing leaving your legs bare. He feels himself hardening as you reach up into the cupboard, your ass threatening to peek out from the material.
“Want a brew?” You ask, looking over your shoulder. A blush creeps onto your cheeks as you catch Jax rip his gaze away from your exposed skin, you holding up a mug in question.
“I’m good, thanks.” He chokes, clearing his throat. You finish making your drink in silence, trying not to feel awkward. Once you’re done, you slip into a chair opposite Jax, noticing he’s deep in thought.
“You okay?” You take a sip from your mug as he comes back to reality, a sigh leaving his lips as he nods at you.
“Just club shit.” He responds, grabbing a smoke and lighting it up. The two of you just look at each other for a moment, the silence feeling comfortable.
“Thanks again for this, Jax. I’m gonna start house hunting tomorrow.” You tell him, not wanting to overstay your welcome.
“Stay as long as you need, it’s nice to have some company around here.” You smile at his honesty, knowing how easy it is to feel lonely. Feeling brave, you reach across the table, placing your hand on top of his, his skin slightly rough under yours.
He looks at your hand on top of his, feeling so many different and conflicted feelings. You move your hand away, not knowing if you’ve overstepped a boundary or not. Why was this dude so hard to read?!
“I’m gonna head to bed.” He doubts his cig in the ashtray, his chair scraping the floor as he stands up. He moves over to you leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek, your eyes closing involuntarily.
His lips linger on your skin, the sexual tension between you two shooting up to a million. His nose nudges yours, his breath warm on your skin, the smell of mint and smoke an intoxicating combination.
His lips skim yours, the movements between the two of you being so careful as not to ruin the moment. You close the distance, your lips pressing against his slowly, testing the waters. He responds instantly, his mouth moving against yours so skillfully.
Like a switch has been flicked, the kiss changes dramatically. Your hand goes to the back of his neck, pulling on the strands there as his teeth pull at your lower lip, a sound of pleasure slipping out of you. You stand up, Jax tapping your thighs, you taking the hint as you jump, wrapping your legs around him. He squeezes your ass in his large hands, kneading at the skin as your tongue battles with his, the two of you addicted to the taste of each other.
You feel yourself being placed down, the table taking your weight. Jax yanks your shirt, the material ripping under his fingers as your chest is exposed, the shirt being the only barrier.
His mouth wraps around on of your nipples, his tongue swirling as he kneads your other breast in his hand, your head dropping back as you gasp in pleasure. You’re not sure if you’ll regret this in the morning, but right now you’re too turned on to care.
He swiftly pulls of his shirt, your fingers exploring his muscled chest. He pushes you to lie down, his hands pulling at your shorts, your underwear being dragged down too as you’re left completely naked on the table.
Jax’s eyes feast on you, hardly being able to take how delicious you look, bare and ready infront of him. He pushes down his sweatpants and steps out of them, a nervous breath leaving your lips as you see how well endowed he is.
He pulls you to the edge of the table by your legs, his mouth placing a messy kiss on your lips before he spreads your legs, teasing your entrance with his shaft.
He pushes into you, your hands at the side of you for support as you adjust to his size, the feeling of fullness making you gasp. You watch his expression, his eyebrows furrowing as he feels you around him, your pussy so tight and slick.
A moan leaves your lips as he pulls out, pushing himself back in, your hand grabbing his face and attaching your lips with his, his mouth silencing your moans as he fucks you on the table.
Your whole body is electrified as he slams in and out of you, your neck probably a mess of marks as he bites and at the skin. You lie back, your hands moving to your chest, pulling at the sensitive nubs as Jax spreads your legs as wide as he can, his cock reaching deeper and deeper inside of you.
He hears your moans getting louder, sees your body arching off the table as he watches you reach orgasm, your fingers rubbing your clit as you explode around him. Your vision is clouded with stars, Jax fucking you through it as he groans deeply, emptying himself inside of you.
“Fuck.” he curses, enjoying the sight of yours and his juices seeping out of your hole as he pulls out, his thumb gently circling your sensitive clit, your body feeling tired and well spent.
You sit up, Jax helping you in getting off the table. You stand in front of him, his hands slipping down your naked body, resting on your bare ass as you lean against him.
“So, that was fun.” His tone is cheeky, his teeth nibbling at your ear, your body tingling at his touch.
“Shut up and kiss me.” You order, grabbing his head and locking your lips with his.
A/N - long af, hope you guys liked it!!! Smut wasn’t planned but felt like it went so :) xxxx
“You ready for the match, Blake?” a familiar voice purred. Slytherin’s star beater rested her hip against the doorjamb, a mocking smile on her face.
The rest of the team stiffened but Bellamy waved them on ahead. “Bring it, Griffin,” he said. “Monroe, I’ll see you out here for seeker drills tomorrow after Potions,” he instructed.
“Like hell I’m leaving you alone with her; she could sabotage something,” Monroe snarled.
Clarke looked down at her nails, completely unconcerned. “We don’t have to resort to cheap tricks to beat Hufflepuff,” she laughed. “We could beat you with half our team off sick.”
“Monroe, I’ve got this,” he interrupted, because Monroe was going for her wand and she was good, but Clarke was deadly. “Good practice, everyone,” he said with finality. “We’re ready to face a bunch of privileged arseholes who couldn’t find their way to the pitch with a map.”
Clarke made a face at him and watched his team file out. The door to the locker room swung shut and silence swelled for a second, and then she was striding across the room to tangle her fingers in his har. “I thought you said you’d be finished by six,” she whined and dragged his lips down for a kiss.
Bellamy smoothed her blonde hair back and pulled away. “No, I said we’d finish around six,” he corrected. “You were supposed to wait by the forest until you saw the team leave.”
Clarke’s hands slipped under his robes and sought out bare skin. “I thought the team had already left,” she argued. “And privileged arseholes? Really? That’s the best you could do?”
Bellamy spun them around and pressed her against the wall. “Did you want to fight? Or do this?” he asked, and kissed the spot just below her ear.
“Both?” she laughed, and he wondered how they’d gotten here— from mortal enemies to…this. Two months ago it was just snogging in deserted rooms and after practice. Thy hated each other and they liked kissing and he didn’t think it was really particularly complicated, especially as long as they kept it a secret. But at some point things had changed; their barbs had become playful and three weeks ago he realized his favorite sound in the world was her laugh. But her mouth was opening under his and her skin was hot to the touch, so he’d figure that bit out later.
Authors note: Ok I wanted to write something dramatic with Mikey in it because well he’s the funny one and we don’t see it a lot. Also I don’t know if it’s possible to give a turtle a hickey but I feel that it fell in so perfectly with the plot that I think you will be able to forgive me just this once. Thank you 😘
Summary: Michelangelo makes a terrible mistake with your best friend, how’s he going to tell you???
Michelangelo’s brain twitched awake, axons fired up, flooding his brain with memories of what had happened last night. He basked in the glory, a goofy grin was plastered on his face as he turned to look over at his lover in the sheets. Her eyes were blinking open and her hair was carelessly strewn across her face and delicate shoulders. She glowed like a bronze goddess in the poorly lit space that was his room. April looked over to Michelangelo, who was already awake, staring at her, almost bouncing with bliss. She smiled,
“Hey.” She whispered.
“Hiiiiiii!” He exclaimed back. As soon as he spoke, it seemed to break the spell. The realization of what they had done slowly dawned on them. They were suddenly quiet, speechless. April checked her phone awkwardly, reaching for it all the way to the floor. She brought the small screen to her, and horror blanketed her face. “Whats wrong?” Asked mikey, watching her transformation. A text from [Y/N]. April felt panic rush through her body. She quickly ripped the blankets off of her and jumped out of bed. She gathered her clothes. “Hey calm down talk to me.” Mikey tried chasing after her but she had already pulled her shirt on.
“What’re we going to tell her?” April yelled. “She’s my bestfriend! She’s going to hate both of us.” Michelangelo quieted down, knowing she was right.
“Maybe we shouldn’t tell her.” He trailed off. Mikey hated to see anyone hurt, and even less when he was the cause of it. April’s eyes seemed to hop everywhere at once, gears turned in her mind, trying to come up with any solution that was better then this one. An abrupt knock on Mikey’s door halted their conversation. They snapped their attention to the door, staring at it like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode with the slightest movement.
“Mikeeeeey!” Yelled [Y/N] from behind his door. Their worst fears were confirmed, Aprils eyes overflowed with fear.
“It’s her!” She whispered frantically, looking in the room for somewhere to hide. Michelangelo panicked,
“UHhhhhhh…. no ones here.” He yelled back, meekly shrugging. [Y/N] laughed back,
“Mikeeeeey, let me in.” She smiled. “Quit being weird.” She could hear whispering and some clanging. She had decided to surprise mikey with some orange tulips. She knew how much he loved getting flowers, especially from her. Michaelangelo jerked the door open with a smile on his face. He leaned against the door casually,
“Hey baby girl.” He seemed out of breath. She gave him a look before entering his room.
“You’re so weird y’know that?” She chuckled. She looked around the room, it felt different to her somehow, the usually cheery atmosphere was almost dark.
“Are those tulips?” Mikey asked knocking her out of her trance. She smiled,
“Yes babe, I know how much you love flowers.” Mikey smiled and awkwardly accepted the flowers. Usually he got so giddy it was almost exciting to watch, but now he held the flowers like he needed to go pee. “Do you not like them?” She asked. Michelangelo shook his head,
“Of course I love them, I just-” Something huge fell in his closet, crashing onto the ground, forcing the closet door open and April with it. April landed at [Y/N]’s feet,
“April?” [Y/N] asked, confused as ever. She looked at Mikey for an explanation, but the guilty look on his face spoke for him. “What did you do mikey?” She still couldn’t understand why her best friend was in her boyfriends closet. She tried shooting michelangelo another a look but noticed something instead. “What’s on your neck mikey?” She looked at april this time, who also looked away, ashamed of what she had done. Dread filled her body, and she could feel a pool of emotions forming inside of her. “Are those hickeys?” She asked in a hushed tone. She hadn’t seen michelangelo in two days, there was no way she made those. Tears formed in her eyes, but she refused to give them the satisfaction. “We’re over.” She stated and walked out the room. [Y/N] felt a tear slip down her cheek as she left them behind her.
“Wait!” Mikey yelled after her, desperate to calm her down.
“What!” She spat, stopping in the middle of the lair. “So you can tell me how amazing she was?” Michelangelo was taken aback by the question.
“And you!” She hissed at April who was now standing in the doorway, watching them intently. [Y/N] knew mikey’s brothers were also watching, but she didn’t care. “You’ve been complaining about how Raphael won’t notice you and so you turn around and have sex with my boyfriend?” She couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth, it was too much. “Oh my god I can’t even right now.” Words escaped her as anger consumed her body. She tried walking away but she had to say something. She turned back around barreling towards April. “You’re such a little bitch you know that!” [Y/N] chewed her fingernail nervously. She couldn’t just let this go. She flung her jacket off,
“Fuck this let’s go.” April was disturbed at how quickly her friend was willing to fight her, but she knew that’s how [Y/N] must have felt.
“I’m not going to fight you.” April stuttered.
“Oh so you can fuck my boyfriend but not fight me.” Mikey stood in between them as [Y/N] advanced and April shrunk behind him. “Back your shit up homegirl.” [Y/N] jeered. April stood in the doorway, her teal blue eyes filled with shame. She tried to apologize but was only able to move her lips to mouth the words. Leo and Donnie approached [Y/N], attempting to comfort her but she waved them away.
“What the hell were you two thinking?” Leo demanded to know. He couldn’t bear to see [Y/N] this way, especially because of his dumb ass little brother. she was like family. Mikey had messed up in the past, but this had to be the worst thing he had ever done. Leo’s blue eyes remained expectant but no answers came. Mikey thought it would be ok, but it wasn’t and he had hurt the person that cared about him the most. Leo shook his head in disgust. “Maybe you should go.” Leo directed his dissaproval towards April. She gasped, never thinking that she would be kicked out of their lair in her lifetime. “I-” words continued to fail her, and she gave up. “I’ll go.” was all she could muster. [Y/N] grasped at April as Leonardo held her back.
“Let me kick her ass Leo!” She roared as April gathered her things. “Fuck you and your bullshit O'neil!” She said, pointing at April as she scurried to get out of there. “Don’t you ever fucking speak to me again!” She yelled after her. Leonardo finally let [Y/N] go as soon as he was sure April was gone. She suddenly felt a million things at once and collapsed onto the floor, overwhelmed with emotion. [Y/N] buried her face in her hands. “I loved you.” She whispered to herself. Raphael rushed towards mikey, almost knocking him backwards as they bumped plastrons.
“I’m going to kill you.” Although him and April really hadn’t really gotten anywhere, he had feelings for her, and [Y/N] had just confirmed that she had feelings for him too. Michelangelo tried to back away but Raphael was persistent and backed him into a corner. Raphael’s face told a story of betrayal, completely opposite from the look of shame and guilt in his little brothers eyes. He looked over to [Y/N],
“You did this to her,” he snarled. “I hope you’re happy.” [Y/N] picked herself up, only motivated by the anger that seemed to be slowly coiling in her stomach.
“It’s ok raphael,” she growled. “I got this.” Raphael saw the same angry glow in her eyes that he usually saw in the mirror.
“This whole time,” she said steadily. “you lied to me?” She twitched her head to the left, trying to comprehend. Mikey felt the weight of her glare on him, like she was suffocating him with her eyes. He backed up.
“No just let me explain.” He pleaded. Her nostrils flared at him.
“What’s there to explain Mikey, you fucked her and that’s all that matters!” Anger possessed [Y/N], her voice coming out in loud billowing echoes. “I never want to see you again!” She marched towards him, and Michelangelo forced himself to stay in place. She stopped abruptly, slapping him with the bouquet of tulips she had brought. They fell to the floor, pieces of the flowers floated around it as it dropped to the ground. [Y/N] stomped onto it, crushing it with her heel while she looked him dead in the eyes. “Fuck this shit.” Leo and Donnie stood behind her looking as ashamed as Michelangelo.
She turned around to march out of the lair, walking up to Donatello first. She looked at Mikey with the fiery hate of hell one more time before grabbing Donnies bandana tails and pulling him to her mouth. Donnie flailed helplessly in shock.
“Call me.” She winked, pulling his face from hers. “See ya asshole!” She waved and disappeared out the door.
“She use to be my Queen.” Part 7 A Bellamy Blake/ Roan series
You laid in the bed that you’ve been confined to for weeks. You stretched your body out as you reached a hand up to the ceiling and slowly wiggling your fingers. You glanced at Echo who was guarding you. She averted her eyes as you rolled your eyes. Ever since you and Roan got married she had been nothing but cold to you.
“What is your problem with me?” “The king should have married someone from Azgeda. Not Skaikru.” She argued bitterly with a stern look on her otherwise mean face.
“Well he didn’t so get use to seeing my face.” She growled as she approached you with her weapon. You were unfazed as she brought it to your neck. She’s done this before. You both stood there for awhile as she growled again.
“If you weren’t pregnant I’d slice your throat.” “You don’t have the balls Echo.” A voice scoffed as she spun to the doorway. Octavia raised a brow.
“You harm her…I’ll slit your throat faster than you have time to blink. Dismissed.”
“I don’t take orders from you-”
“You’re right. You take them from me. Dismissed Echo.” You ordered as she stormed from the medbay. You sat up to meet Octavia. Your hands instinctively placed on your bump to protect your baby.
“See you didn’t lose your sass in this hell hole.” She said as she plopped herself next to you. She looked tired, like she hasn’t slept in months. Her hair in a high ponytail as it laid across her shoulder.
“When was the last time you slept Octavia.” You whispered. She rolled her eyes as she looked at you with a snarl.
“Worry about mommying your own kid.” You flinched at her comment as a soft look crossed her face before going back to it’s previous mean look. You sighed as you felt your baby kick with a mighty power. You gasped as you lurched forward. Octavia’s minds immediately went the worst as images of the last time you were in this situation flooded her mind.
“Their kicking again.” You whispered as you grabbed her hand absently minded as you placed it on your bump. She was about to say a snarky comment but was cut off the minute she felt the baby kick. She stood frozen as she didn’t think about the weight of her next comment.
“Do you ever think about yours and Bellamy’s baby?” She immediately regretted saying it as your face fell. Tears springing to your eyes.
Unknowingly Bellamy had creeped into your room to check on you for Kane. He heard the question and stopped dead in his tracks. His breath hitched as his heart launched into his throat.
“Everyday…I think about what they’d look like…you know they’d be about four now…they never even got to be born…” You whispered sadly as a tear rolled down your cheek. Bellamy sniffed quietly before he wiped a lone tear. He walked in as Octavia stared coldly at him. She walked out sharply bumping into his shoulder. You heart swelled as Bellamy looked at you. You turned to him.
“Any new on if Roan and them made it?” You saw him tense. Not even a hello. “They made it just fine.” He grumbled as you nodded with a swallow.
“You heard me and Octavia didn’t you.”
“Yes…” “How do you feel?” You whispered curiously. He swallowed hard as he looked at your baby bump. The one in which was yours and Roan’s…not yours and his. “I miss them as much as you do…” He whispered as you took his hand. Running your thumb over his knuckles as you nodded. He brought your hand to his lips as he kissed it sweetly before gently placing it back in your lap. He sat next to you on the cot. You laid your head on his shoulder as he placed one around your waist. You sat like that for awhile as you tried to think of something to say.
“Bellamy I need to see you. Now.” The walkie talkie spoke loudly as you jumped slightly as you were startled.
“I’ll be right there.” And with that Bellamy placed a kiss to your forehead, completely forgetting that you weren’t his. You sat shocked before a blush rose to your cheeks. You laid down.
“Oh little one…what is mommy going to do.” You said tiredly as your eyes fluttered shut. You fell into a deep sleep as you laid there.
Not knowing of the danger that’s about to occur.
Ilian was about to take a torch to the Ark. Niylah was running through fog to grab you from medbay where you were sleeping peacefully. She let out a cough as she collapsed onto her hands and knees. Just a few more strides and she’d wake you up. You heard her coughs as you smelled something. You shot up as your lungs were immediately filled with smoke. “(Y/n)!” Someone called as your eyes watered. You looked to see he crossing the threshold of the door as you clambered off the cot. You crawled to her as she help you. Throwing your arm around her shoulder. She grabbed Octavia with the other arm as you got out in mere minutes. You collapsed into the dirt as fresh oxygen filled your lungs as you felt dizzy.
“(Y/N)!” Bellamy shouted as he crossed just as you collapsed. You laid on your back as you saw two people hover over you.
“(Y/n) you have to breathe.” “I-I can’t.” You cried as you coughed wildly. You felt yourself being picked up by someone and you looked up to see Roan who was patting your back.
“Stay with me my queen. Stay with me.” Your eyes shut as you felt your chest stop moving.