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.
Imagine (because I love to Suffer) if, instead of using Brenner to get to Eleven, Kali dug deeper into Elevens mind and found the fears she didn’t even know she had.
First, she shows her Joyce, a woman she met briefly a year ago but that showed her more affection than she had received from anyone before, a woman that treated her like a daughter, that hugged and clinged to her in the pool and reminded her she’s here for her. But this time, there’s no warmth in her eyes. No, there’s a burning fire. Her lips snarl and her eyebrows rise. “My boy suffered because of you. My son, my Will, was in that PLACE because of you. Because you opened the gate. You disgust me. You ruined my family you thought, what, that I cared for you? That I’m grateful for what you have done? That I’ve been grieving you? You were a means to an end to get my son, that’s all. You’re just a stranger to me and that’s all you’ll ever be.”
Joyce then changes suddenly into Lucas, who calls her a freak and an abomination, who says he was always afraid of her, he’ll never accept her as a part of the party, she’ll always be an outsider. I saw what you meant to Mike, he says, but I never got it. What’s there to fancy in YOU? You’re not pretty, you’re a freak, you’re dangerous. What’s there to like about someone like you? You’re a monster, you’re a murderer.
Lucas then turns into Dustin, and instead of the adorable smile that settles his mouth is a straight line. He yells at her, you were never my friend. I thought your powers were important, I liked your powers but I hated you, I was terrified of you, I wanted to leave you behind, to give you up to the bad men. I never saw you as a real person, you know, more like a supervillian. The only reason I was so cool with you for so long was your powers, and you couldn’t even use them properly.
Eleven blinks and in Dustins place is Will. Sweet, innocent Will, without a mean bone in his body, he just whispers, why did you do it, Eleven? Why did you open the gate? Why did you let the monster get me? Everything I’ve suffered is because of you, you cause pain and suffering wherever you go, Eleven, you hurt everyone in your way. You’re no good, Eleven, you’re not good. Just leave us alone, Eleven, stay here, in Chicago and let us be happy.
She blinks again and suddenly there’s Hopper. The man that’s been taking care of her for a whole year. I never loved you, you know, he mutters, cigarette between this fingers, I pitied you, I suppose. You reminded me of Sara- that’s all. You were never going to be my daughter, you could never mean that much to anybody else. I just pitied you, I pitied what this world could do to you. There were times when I considered never returning to the cabin, just leaving you there to fend for yourself, but then I’d just think about the more damage you’d cause. You’re not as important as you seem to think you are, kid, you’re replaceable.
And when she thinks her heart couldn’t break anymore, there’s Mike. Wonderful, kind, sweet Mike that showed her nothing but patience and understanding the second he met her. Mike that looked at her with love in his eyes. But this Mike was different. He was cold, his lips snarled, he looked down at her like she was dirt. God, you’ve ruined everything, do you know that, he says. You came into my life and managed to ruin it in a weeks time. You took away my best friend, he suffered because of you. You nearly killed my other best friend, you killed countless people in front of me without even thinking twice. You’re a monster. How could you ever think I loved you? How could I love a monster like you? He moves closer towards her, his face inches from hers. She looks up, hoping to see something familiar in his eyes but the fire is still there and it’s brighter. “You’re the monster, Eleven. YOU are the monster. You’ve ruined everything. Don’t ever come back, do you understand? Leave me alone. I don’t ever want to see you again. You mean nothing to me. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing!”
She screams, pushing her hands into his chest and he disappears into nothingness. She feels herself collapse on her knees as the click, click, click of Kali’s shoes echo in the empty room. She hears a finally bang of the door closing, and she tries to calm her tears, rolling down her face. Her heart is breaking, and there’s nothing she can do.
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.
Here is a slightly uncomfortable fact that Cassian would rather not have become public knowledge:
He has such a thing for watching Jyn fight.
She isn’t like Chirrut, all smooth flowing grace, taking out opponents as easily as breathing and just as effortless. Jyn is ruthless, using her small size and lower center of gravity to devastating advantage, bringing down her truncheons with enough force to break bones or noses. It doesn’t matter how big her opponent might be, Jyn can and will take them down. She’s an excellent shot too; he’s seen her on the firing range enough times to know the ones with the holes clustered neatly in the center are her work.
He’s watching her teach Bodhi some basic hand-to-hand; what he lacks in skill he makes up for in…dubious enthusiasm. and mostly dodging.
Jyn, despite all evidence to the contrary, is a good teacher. She understands Bodhi’s reluctance but gently and firmly pushes him past it. Right now they’re just working on the basic punching movement; Bodhi keeps flinching every time Jyn swings at him or pulls his punches at the last second at Jyn.
“This,” she announces after the third time, “is not working.”
“Does this mean we’re stopping?” Bodhi asks in the forlorn hope that Jyn might quit. He knows better. She huffs.
“Honestly,” she scolds him, “What happens when we get shot down on a mission and you don’t have a blaster to defend yourself with?”
“That might not happen?” Bodhi suggest without much hope.
Jyn disregards it as the nonsense it is. “What we need,” she says, hands on her hips, lips pursed, “is a practical demonstration.”
It’s been a very long time since Cassian has to had to physically fight his way out of a situation. He can do it, but it means he’s not doing his job right if he as to draw attention to himself. But the pull of it is in his muscles and it’s been a long time since he’s exerted himself that way. He shouldn’t let himself get rusty.
“I’ll have a go,” he offers casually and both Jyn and Bodhi turn to look at him.
“Oh?” Jyn asks coolly just as Bodhi says dubiously, “You will?”
It’s only mildly insulting.
“I do know basic hand-to-hand,” Cassian points out with only some asperity as Bodhi flushes slightly and the corners of Jyn’s mouth twitch. “And a real life demonstration might help.”
Bodhi and Jyn exchange glances. Jyn reacts first, shrugging nonchalantly. “Sure, why not,” she says casually, “just let me redo my wrappings.”
“Better you than me, mate,” Bodhi mutters to Cassian as he escapes gratefully off the mat. Cassian takes off his jacket, his outer shirt, lays them neatly off to the side. Bodhi’s nice enough to bring him some cloth wrappings, which he does around his knuckles and wrists. he shakes himself loose, kicks off his boots. It really has been too long.
Jyn watches him with that cool, calculating stare, arms loose at her sides. “Ready?” she asks and this is all the warning he gets. He barely has time to nod before she’s swinging.
Dodging her isn’t the problem. The problem is staying on his toes. Jyn gets in close, fights mean. It’s barroom brawling and ruthless partisan efficiency. He’s trying to be professional about this, but Jyn is not having it.
They get an audience when she jabs his ribs; there’s the sound of muffled oohs when he winds one foot around her ankle and yanks. She loses her footing for all ten seconds and then she dodges and it’s something else now; it’s heat and speed and something like a dance, if he danced, if they were the sort of people who danced. This is as close as they get. She barrels into him, taking them both down on the mat and she’s small and strong and fiercely warm, and well, Cassian can’t be entirely blamed for losing his concentration. Not entirely.
But he will not lose. He won’t. They grapple like two beasts, Jyn’s teeth bared in something that looks like it might be a grin or a snarl–hair in her face, gleaming with sweat. Something goes hot and hungry in Cassian’s belly; he wonders what it would be like to have all the fire under him, keeping away the chill of Hoth.
It ends like this: he’s down, pinned on his back by Jyn, her knees on either side of his hips, digging in with truly admirable tenacity. She’s got him well and truly pinned and she looks so damn smug and satisfied and pleased with herself he sort of wants to kiss that self-satisfied look off her face. There’s a lot of laughter and suggestive catcalling from their audience, but for once, Cassian doesn’t care about the loss of his dignity. Jyn is warm and heavier than he might’ve supposed on top of him, and he’s going to hoard this memory like it’s gold, like it’s something sweet and heavy on his tongue.
“Was any of that supposed to be instructive?” Bodhi asks, sounding torn somewhere between concern or amusement. “Because I don’t feel very instructed right now.”
Jyn raises her head to look at him and the long line of her throat bared for his view makes Cassian’s gut clench. “If you weren’t learning, you weren’t paying attention,” she informs Bodhi tartly and Cassian, because he’s a grasping bastard, take advantage of her momentary distraction. He surges up under her, rolls them both over and pins her to the mat, her yelp of surprise lost to the yelling and whoops. She looks up at him in surprise, eyes wide and they narrow fiercely.
“You bastard,” she says, somehow managing to sound both impressed and annoyed. “I’m going to get you for that.”
He grins now, all teeth and intent, and her gaze goes hot. “You’re welcome to try,” he says and oh, he is in such trouble now, isn’t he? He is in truly in worlds of trouble, and he can’t find it within himself to care.
He lets Jyn up and she leaps lithely to her feet, directs a mocking bow to their audience and then, in true Jyn fashion, an obscene gesture. They laugh and cheer and boo and Jyn ignores them, snatching up a towel and dabbing her forehead with it, shaking back sweat-damp bangs from her face. Cassian accepts a bottle of water from Bodhi and takes a long pull, watching Jyn.
“Not too bad,” she says with casual carelessness, “I mean, for a spy.”
“Your technique needs some work,” he retorts, “for a partisan.”
She grins again, a flash of teeth and exuberance and oh, Cassian thinks, oh hell.
In his bunk, late at night, he remembers what it felt like, warm, taut strength in his arms, a long graceful neck bared above him, and he might not get much sleep, but the dreams are more than worth it.
know you would end up in such a big trouble as you did when moving to Beacon
Hills with your family.
As the only
vampire coven in the county, you were worth a high amount on the Dead Pool, and
close after Scott as a True Alpha, your name were next on the list and the
assassins had you as their next target.
You knew from
the very beginning that it was something suspicious with Violet and Garrett and
you followed their moves and soon found out that they were planning to kill
Brett to get a hold of you.
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
(lmao of course I used Matthew Daddario for a Jason Gif)
The beginning was inspired by this prompt. Yes I know the title is shit.
Warnings: Slight Gore (only a lil) and Violence, cringey fluff, a lil moody Jason. Italics are a flashback thingy. Also not beta’d lol Word count: 3,100
Lungs burning, legs aching; every step they cried out in protest. They begged for you to stop but the adrenaline rushing through your veins from crown to toe was fuelling your every movement. The loud and gruff shouts of the gang of brutes chasing you pierced through the night sky. Bullets flew incredibly close to you, narrowly missing and clanging loudly on the air ducts and various other parts of the rooftops. Ah, the lovely sounds of Gotham’s nights. Maybe you should move to Blüdhaven, possibly Star City? You skidded the corner of the building taking a sharp turn before not-so-gracefully jumping over the ledge to the next rooftop. The men yelled, promising to skin you alive or cut off your slippery fingers once they got hold of you. Some still raining bullets down as you made your way down the fire escape. You moved quickly: it was only a matter of time before they managed to find another way down and continue to hunt you. By now the adrenaline was wearing off, heavy pants left you as you doubled over in exhaustion and pain. You walked forward and winced, a sharp pain in your side. Gently brushing a hand over your side you recoiled, the blood on your fingertips clearly indicating a bullet had more than grazed you. “Shit.” you whispered out through clenched teeth. Suddenly, this little job didn’t seem as fun as you first thought.
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.
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.”
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.
Can we hear more of Harley and peters adventures? Hiding from their parents and causing a major panic. They had accidentally fallen asleep in a little seen corner. Clint/Natasha find them. Sarah's laughing at the boys panic. they had done the same thing to her
Peter pretends Harley is the mastermind but he is also a little shit (he gets it from Steve probably).
They have gone out without permission to play hide-and-seek and missed lessons, causing a castle-wide panic as every servant, guard, and noble searched for them. Bruce found them. As it turns out, Tony was perfectly correct when he said “Oh, you wouldn’t like him when he’s angry.” Peter and Harley scamper back to Tony and hide behind his skirts in terror. (They didn’t do it without permission from then on though.) ((Tony saw Bruce stomping in after them to continue yelling and had to force himself not to flee as well. Bruce has a set of lungs that could put angry matrons to shame.))
Harley is a terror. One time he scares Peter and Peter, a delicate soul as a child, cries his eyes out. Harley is horrified and vows that Peter will never cry again, because of him or anyone else. (Harley bites Helen when she pricks Peter to check his blood for something. Helen is Unimpressed.) ((An alpha comes sniffing around Peter just after he’s presented and Peter’s a little nervous but he’s gotta learn these things eventually. He’s actually doing pretty well until something comes flying from behind him and IT’S HARLEY AND HE’S KICKING THE ALPHA IN THE FACE OH NO.))
They like reading an awful lot. Peter reads to Baby Harley and it’s adorable. When they’re older they rip a book in half fighting over it and it is not adorable. Tony is livid. (They’re grounded from leisure reading for two weeks. Peter cries.) ((Harley pitches a fit because Tony made Peter cry and Tony looks him in the eye and whispers, quite menacingly, “Do you want me to make you cry, too?” Peter drags Harley away in terror.))
At Peter’s gala to celebrate presenting as an omega, Harley dogs every eligible alpha until they’re sick of him and Peter becomes very unattractive knowing that he comes with Harley for a brother-in-law. The family is actually okay with this because Peter’s twelve and some of the alphas were upwards of thirty. (“What about me?” Loki asks, honestly curious. “Oh, Loki, no!” Tony exclaims, and Loki is a little hurt that Tony doesn’t consider him good enough, but then Harley is leaping on him and he screams.) ((“Give him hell, Loki!” Thor shouts proudly. Loki continues to scream. Harley is biting him. Tony really needs to get him to stop doing that.))
They ruin one of Tony’s best dresses putting it on Dummy. Dummy doesn’t like it at all and rips it up. Tony wails like he’s dying and gathers the scraps up. Peter and Harley make sure they don’t cross paths with their mother for a month. (“At least it wasn’t your wedding dress?” Steve offers. Tony screams angrily. Steve hurries to get out of his sight as well because he hasn’t gotten better at any of this.) ((“Oh, silk,” Tony sighs, hugging his new gown up against him. “Steve, you shouldn’t have!” “I didn’t,” Steve says, bewildered, then grunts when Bucky elbows him. “I mean–yes, you’re welcome, darling.))
When Peter is sixteen and Harley is thirteen they get into a knockdown, drag-out fight that Steve and Bucky have to physically stop. “What the hell!?” Steve exclaims, horror covering the anger for a moment. “HE STARTED IT,” the children both exclaim, and then promptly burst into tears. (”Oh, the poor dear’s presenting as an alpha,” Sarah sighs, shaking her head. Tony’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head because what the hell, alphas?!) ((“All I did was say that Riri looked cute in her new dress at her presenting ball and he snarled at me!” Peter wails as Harley flushes with shame. Harley runs to his room and doesn’t come out for three days because he’s so embarrassed and scared that Peter won’t forgive him.))
Description: You are a curator at one of the many museums in Paris, and have finally earned the bosses trust. But after a strange meeting with a new coworker and his friends, you begin receiving messages from an unknown party.
Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Suggestive Situations, Mentions of Rape.
There are no descriptions of the act, purely the mention of it. If you wish to completely skip any part in which rape is mentioned, please look for the triple asterisks (***)
“You’re one word away from getting the beating of a lifetime, Jin—“
“God damn it, you idiots!”
Hoseok, who had made it his way to the entrance of the Louvre once more, scowled as he began to run back to the group. Lights began to flash as the distinct jingle of batons and keys came into earshot. The outline of six cops stood, tugging at the door to the Louvre.
Jin broke into a cold sweat, sprinting down the halls of the Louvre in an attempt to find another exit. Jeongguk cursed under his breath, twisting his head to watch Hoseok stumble to get down the stairs. He gripped your hips, pulling you close to him as the air in the room grew humid and tense. The police rammed down the door, aiming the guns at Hoseok. They screamed orders in French. Hoseok, taken aback by the scenario, fell as he hit the bottom step of the spiral staircase.