man if i had a penny for every time they held hands

Duet- Bucky Barnes x Reader(f)

Authors Notes: Duet  By: Penny and Sparrow. I recommend playing this on repeat as you read. It sets the mood and tempo of the work and honestly it’s just a beautiful song and is worth hearing more than once. Italics are the lyrics. 

Notes/warnings: Anxiety, self-hate, mentions of scars, fluff, mentions of pregnancy. 

Originally posted by relationshipaims


I bet your shoulders can hold more than
Just the straps of that tiny dress
That I’ll help you slide aside
When we get home

 Bucky leaned against the bar and sipped on his scotch with a phantom smile on his lips. He watched as you mingled with patrons; smiling and offering gentle touches on arms and backs. The thin straps of your silk floor length gown pressed lightly into the soft flesh of your shoulders from the weight of the fabric and all he wanted to do was take you in his arms and slide them from your frame.

 His breath caught in his throat when you turned away from him and your hair brushed over your exposed back. How was it, that after years of being together, you still managed to make him feel like he was seeing you for the first time? How was it that you were able to shatter every wall he’d ever built with one look? How was it, that a man like himself, was with a woman like you?

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the raven cycle masterlist of quotes/scenes (bold is faves)
  • it was a young man in slacks and a sweater, hair rumpled. he was not quite transparent, but he wasn’t quite there, either. his figure was as murky as dirty water, his face indistinct. there was no identifying feature to him apart from his youth. he was so young-that was the hardest part to get used to. 
  • is this how we make our way to death? blue wondered. a stumbling fade out instead of a self-aware finale?
  • She asked, “Will you tell me your name?” He faced her and she realized with shock that he wore an Aglionby sweater. “Gansey,” he said. Though his voice was quiet, it wasn’t a whisper. It was a real voice spoken from someplace almost too far away to hear. Blue couldn’t stop staring at his mussed hair, the suggestion of staring eyes, the raven on his sweater. His shoulders were soaked, she saw, and the rest of his clothing rain spattered, from a storm that hadn’t happened yet. This close, she could smell something minty that she wasn’t sure was unqiue to him or unique to spirits. He was so real. When it finally happened, when she finally saw him, it didn’t feel like magic at all. It felt like looking into the grave and seeing it look back at her. “is that all?” she whispered. Gansey closed his eyes. “That’s all there is.” He fell to his knees, a soundless gesture for a boy with no real body. One hand splayed in the dirt, fingers pressed to the ground. 
  • “You missed World Hist. I thought you were dead in a ditch.”
  • His heart hurt with the wanting of it, the hurt no less painful for being difficult to explain. 
  • Some secrets only gave themselves up to those who’d proven themselves worthy. The way Gansey saw it was this: If you had a special knack for finding things, it meant you owed the world to look. 
  • “Fate,” Blue replied, glowering at her mother, “is a very weighty word to throw around before breakfast.”
  • Gansey had once told Adam that he was afraid most people didnt know how to handle Ronan. What he meant by this was that he was worried that one day someone would fall on Ronan and cut themselves.
  • Gansey’s invented apartment was a dreamer’s laboratory…and everywhere, everywhere, there were books. Not the tidy stacks of an intellectual attempting to impress, but the slumping piles of a scholar obsessed. 

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The Grim Reapers Girlfriend Part 7 -FINAL

Originally posted by yoonseok

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 

Summary: Most people think the Grim Reaper or commonly know as Death, is a faceless man wearing a dark cloak with a scythe in his hand. Oh boy were they wrong. Anyone who meets him would mistake him for one of God’s angels, so, what happens when you do meet him?

Basic Summary: Death (Min Yoongi) meets you and instantly falls in love with you, his job is to take you to the other side but instead asks you to become his wife. While thinking of your answer, a miracle happens. You come back to life.

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader (and a bit of JIn)

Genre: Pure fluff, Humour, bit of Angst.

Warning: Swearing

A/N: Please send in feeback it is very much appreciated. (Also if you’re going to listen music while reading this I suggest you listen to Goblin soundtrack)


“Yoongi this is amazing. I could kiss you.” you laughed staring at him, he snaked his arms around you.

“Please do”

Your lips met and intertwined with each other out of love, even though it was a small peck on his lips…it felt powerful.

Pulling away you looked down at your boots and smiled, a light shade of crimson red crept up onto your cheeks. Resting your head against his chest you felt his heart beat slowly.

“Yoongi…Y-your heart, it’s beating” 

“I-I know, it started when I met you” 

He looked down to you smiling, his pale face turned pink. You giggled at the sight and hugged him longer.


Yoongi says he wants to show you a restaurant that he absolutely loves here. 

Walking along the auburn leaves covered street, the two of you handed in hand. You began to feel a warm sensation in the pit of your stomach. Leaning closer into Yoongi he wrapped his arm around you.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he held out a rusted penny in his palm in front of you. “Do you just keep American currency in your pockets?” you laughed taking the penny and inspecting it.

“You never know when you’re going to need it” he flashed his pearly whites and dragged you into a near by restaurant.

“Bonjour” a waiter greeted you both “Bonjour…” Yoongi began speaking fluet french whilst you stood there star struck. 

The two of them stopped talking and the wait lead you both to a table.

“I have to admit that was pretty hot” you laughed. “Maybe I should speak French more often” he chuckled himself and brought the glass of water up to his lips.

“What other languages can you speak?” you asked out of curiosity. “Every single one of them…except Hebrew, I just can’t get the hang of it.” he pouted 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for ages” you confessed after finishing your meal. “Do what?” Yoongi says with a mouth full of food, “Kiss you” you whispered twiddling with your thumbs.

Yoongi choked on his food alarming you, you grabbed his water and passed it to him. After a gulp he gasped “You what?” eyes wide you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight.

“Ever since the date, I’ve been thinking about you. I know when you’re there looking after me. I know that you tell Jungkook to look after me when you can’t. I mean just the other day I knocked over my mug with burning coffee and it stopped in the air, it was levitating” you laughed.

“I swear that boy can’t do anything right” Yoongi uttered.

“We should get back. I have an assignment due” you whispered getting out of your chair.


Walking back to the your dorm Yoongi trailed behind, he’s been quiet the whole trip back.

“I’ll see you tomorrow hopefully” you smiled stopping at your door with Yoong in front of you.

“Y/n I have to ask you something”

“Can’t it wai-”

“No it needs to be now” he interrupted.

“Go on” you whispered

“Come back with me” he whispered

“Yoongi, I already told you I do-”

“Think about it, we could be happily married with children running around. I can give you everything you could possibly ask for and more.” He pleaded

“I’m too young…”

“No your no-”

“Yoongi I am!!” you interrupted shouting at him.

“I want to live a long life and be happy” Tears started to fall down “If you can’t except that then I don’t think we should meet…again” you sobbed. 

Yoongi’s vision became blurry because of the tears that were coming out of his tear duct. Opening the door you back away into your room slowly.

“Y/n don’t you dare shut that door!!!” Yoongi screamed crying, falling to his knees he raked a hand through his hair.

“I’m so sorry” you whispered slamming the door in his face. Leaning against it you let the tears shed, ugly sobs croaked from your mouth while Mi Na ran to your side to comfort you asking what had happen.

Mean while on the other side of the door Yoongi was still propped up on his knees.

“I love you Y/n”


Three Years Later

“The weather is just awful today” you groaned over the phone to Mi Na “I know, Its pouring down with rain. I remember what my grandmother told me when i was younger ‘when it is pouring down with rain it means the Grim Reaper is crying’ Stupid isn’t it?”

Your stomach twisted at the near mention of his name. It had been years since you interacted with him, or since you’ve even thought of him.

“Where am i meant to be going to?” you asked her referring to her new book signing. “The little petit café” she smiled through the phone. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come pick you up?” she asked 

“No, I should be fine


“Sir…” Junkooks knuckles tapped against the wooden door that lead to Yoongi’ room. “What!?” screamed Yoongi had swung the door open “What could you possibly want?” 

“Yoongi, don’t you think it’s time to get over her and get back to work” Jungkook uttered and sat on his desk chair the only piece of furniture that wasn’t covered in tissues.

“I loved her” he croaked sitting on his bed, the only thing covering him was his silk dressing gown.

“God it stinks in here” Jungkook whispered to himself. 

“Loved, what am I talking about I still love her”

Ding!

“Another one? Already” Yoongi groaned collapsing on his bed. Jungkook looked at the tablet in his hand to see the name of the person who had died.

Jungkook dropped the tablet to the ground a worried look on his face, “Jesus Jungkook look what you did!” Yoongi shouted walking over to the tablet.

“No Don’t” Jungkook picked it up

“Jungkook what’s wrong?” Yoongi yanked the black tablet out of his hands and read the information

Name: Y/n Y/l/n

Age: 25

Weight: Unknown

Height: Unknown

Cause of Death: Car accident due to weather

Time of Death: 10:51am - 12th of December 2016

He arrived at the scene to see you sitting on the curb staring at your lifeless body, tears threatening to leave his eyes but he didn’t dare let you see them.

“They can’t save me, can they?” you asked the man standing beside you. “I’m afraid not” he whispered holding back tears.

“Was this your plan?” you asked. You felt him sit near you as Jungkook watched from afar.

 “God no, Y/n believe it or not. I wanted you to be happy, to live your life the way any twenty something year old should. I had no right to hold you back”

Yoongi felt a pair of small arms wrap around his shoulders, he suddenly heard your sobs which made his heart hurt.

“I’m so sorry” you pleaded with him “please forgive me” 

“Y/n I can’t forgive you” you pulled away from him to look hi in the eyes.

“Theres nothing to forgive you for” he smiled tears slipping down his plump cheeks.

He cupped your cheeks with his hands and leaned in, you closed your eyes and felt his soft lips touch yours.

The two of you died happily ever after

anonymous asked:

Hi alex! I dont know if you take prompts and if you dont thats ok. If you do can you write a scene in your bth verse where emma tells killian about her ability to spot lies please? Thank you and dont worry if you dont have time to write it i understand.

So, this is one of those things where it’s clear that at some point in Beyond the Horizon, Killian finds out about Emma’s superpower, but I never wrote the actual scene where she tells him. Then I got carried away and wrote 4,000 words once I started thinking about how it would have come out. Unlike the other BtH extras, this isn’t a single scene, this is some missing bits and pieces that take place over several chapters of the main fic.

Also on ff.net here as part of my Interlude at Sea series.

(and yes, there’s smut)

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Something was nagging at him.

It was a faint but insistent tug at the back of his mind, a lurking shadow in the corner of his eye.

“Women on ships are bad luck.”

Killian Jones was superstitious - all sailors were, to some extent. He wore charms around his neck to guard against the cold grasp of Davy Jones (no relation) and never dared to challenge the wind by absent-mindedly whistling on deck. He steered well clear of the flocks of albatrosses soaring about overhead in search of dinner and avoided the sleek schools of mermaids below - treacherous, untrustworthy creatures they were, but he’d never held much stock in the old belief that a woman aboard a ship was bad luck. He certainly didn’t think that his golden-haired treasure had brought him any ill since he’d stolen her away for his own, the single storm (that they’d forded with no casualties and no cost save a lost day or two on repairs) aside, he’d had nothing but astonishingly good luck with Princess Emma by his side.

In his arms.

In his bed.

But still, there was something about her that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Some mysterious quality about her that had nothing to do with her more obvious, feminine charms, like the tilt of her lips that practically begged for his kisses or the curve of her waist that seemed to have been made for his hands to circle and pull her close, lovely and dreadfully distracting whenever he tried and failed to get to the bottom of exactly what was bothering him.

So he watched,

And waited.

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In the Mist - Chapter 4

Read previous parts here

New Beginnings
Sussex, Virginia
29th March 1858

The North Star can always be found among the millions of other tiny specks of light, its presence just a little bit greater than the rest. It’s a fixed point in the sky; never moving, never fading. The stars are a map of light; and people trusted it to guide them, should they lose their way.

Claire. Sorcha; her name literally meant light. He laid there, staring up at the ceiling as if he were gazing at the stars.

She was his North Star.

He had been lost for so long, never knowing what he wanted, or even deserved. He was a broken man who was surviving, but never living. He had lost his home and his family: everything that mattered. He didn’t care where he ended up or what happened to him. What did he have left?

Then one morning, he woke to find her face hovering over his, the one that tore him from the torment that lived in his dreams.

Before that, he was trapped in the dark, no light to guide him out.

But She was the light.

He couldn’t sleep even if he wanted to, his heart beating erratically in his chest and his stomach dissolving into thousands of butterfly wings. There was nothing except her.

And it had only been two days.

Two days.

Forty-eight hours, and he would never be the same.


It had been a year, but everything was as vivid as if it had happened the day before.

I was afraid that when I opened my eyes I would still be in that room, and that this was the dream.

Though it might as well have been a dream; my body was free, but I was not.

The physical wounds had healed and faded, but emotionally, they festered; refusing to heal.

I thought I had escaped, but truthfully, I never really left.


The tavern was rarely ever closed–they needed every penny they could get just to keep the place running. It was a sanctuary, a place that gave people second chances. So many people relied on it not only for financial income, but because for some, their lives depended on it.

But today was one of the rare ones.  There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, only blue. It was a day that finally felt like spring. Flowers began to blossom, trees began to bloom, grass was beginning to turn green again; the world was alive.

The girls took advantage of the break and nice weather, finally free to be themselves. The world was at their feet; they had their entire lives ahead of them; the possibilities were endless.

Jamie couldn’t help but smile, seeing the utter joy in their faces as they savored the light of a new day.

But none of them were Claire.


As he mounted the top of the stairs, he could hear the shuffling of footsteps coming from Claire’s room. It was just past noon, and it became clear to him that he hadn’t seen her since the night before.

He stood outside her door, trying to decide whether or not to interfere, or leave her be.

Then he heard… crying?

And before he knew it, his knuckles were pounding against the dark expanse of the wood, announcing his presence.

He heard a sharp intake of breath and then… nothing.

“Claire?”

Silence.

“Claire?” He tried again. “Are ye alright?”

Silent footfalls and then the door opened just enough so that she could peer through the opening.

It was obvious that she had been crying, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were red; lashes still wet with tears.

She swiped at her cheeks with the back of her hand and cleared her throat. “Y-yes, Jamie?”

She had tried to sound strong, and look it, but her voice wavered and trembled as the words left her mouth. Additionally, her face was transparent: the pain bright as day, as though he was looking through a window into her very soul.

He felt an ache in his chest, his heart practically breaking as he looked at her. What had happened to make her feel like this?

“What’s wrong, lass?” His eyes searched hers, looking for a way in.

Let me help, mo nighean donn. Please.

Her brows furrowed and she turned her gaze to the floor, so that he couldn’t see her face. She nodded, opening the door further to let him in.

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Claire sat at the edge of the bed, her knees tucked up beneath her chin with her head bent in such a way that the dark waves of her hair hid her face from view.

Jamie stood a few feet from the door, shifting from foot to foot; unsure of what to say while silent sobs wracked through her body.

Cautiously, he stepped towards her before sitting beside her, the mattress shifting beneath his weight.

He fought with himself, debating whether he should just sit there and wait for her to speak, or to listen to his heart and wrap his arms around her and hold her until she stopped crying.

But she was in nothing but her shift, and being here in this room–alone–with her would certainly ruin her reputation and everything that she had built.

She was upset and vulnerable, and he could so easily take advantage of that.

His jaw clenched in decision and he wrapped his right arm around her shoulders, pulling her towards him. The dam broke and the tears ran freely, nothing to hold them back. She couldn’t remember the last time she let herself feel so freely: a way in which she did not hide every little thing she felt. The walls of her fortress came crashing to the ground, leaving her naked and exposed.

Jamie held her tighter to him, her head resting against his shoulder, staining his shirt with tears.

“Shhh, mo nighean donn. I’m here. I willna harm ye.” He whispered into the clouds of her hair before gently kissing the top of her head.

They sat that way for a long time, until her breathing slowed and tears no longer flooded her eyes. His left hand laid flat against her back, his fingers moving in soothing circles as he held her. It was almost as if he was shielding her from harm–he would let it all land solely on himself if it spared her the pain.

Slowly, she raised her head so that she was looking directly at him, their faces only inches apart. Then she was leaning towards him, and he towards her, as if some outside force were pushing them together.

Their lips met, and the rest of the world melted away: along with every painful memory, every broken dream, every ounce of wariness disintegrated until nothing was left, but them. Only them.

They lost themselves in each other and, for a moment–just a moment, there was hope: that she would be okay, in the end. That the future would be brighter than the one that was so greedily taken from her. That she could be the person she had eventually lost sight of.

And then it was gone; the kiss ended abruptly as she jumped back and stood in front of him, eyes wide and mouth agape.

Jamie looked at her, his brows knitted together in confusion. Had he done something wrong?

She backed away until her back hit the wall, her chest heaving as her breathing picked up again.

“I’m sorry…” She whispered, and then she was on the floor.

She turned her head away from him and bit her lip in an attempt to keep the sobs from escaping. She wouldn’t look at him–couldn’t. Jamie stood and started towards her, one hand extended in front of him as if he were trying to calm a spooked horse. Kneeling in front of her, he placed his hand to rest on her shoulder. She flinched away from his touch, scooting further into the corner.

“It’s alright. I won’t hurt ye.”

He paused for a moment, giving her the chance to respond. When she didn’t, he continued.

“Ye can tell me what’s wrong, Claire. I promise, I won’t – I will not - judge you. Whatever ye tell me will never leave this room, I swear it. Let me help ye, mo ghraidh.”

She turned to face him, a river of fresh tears streaming down her face.

“If I tell you–” She clenched her jaw, trying to rein in her emotions.

“If I tell you,” She tried again, this time gaining her composure. “You will never look at me the same.” Her eyes shifted to look sharply into his. It was clear to him that whatever her situation entailed, it was serious.

He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry, and murmured, “Tell me.”

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, the images so clear in her head.  

“My real name is Claire Beauchamp, and you’re one of the only people left to know that. Here, I go by Julia Lambert, for reasons you will soon understand.” The tears stopped flowing from her eyes, and her face was stone, void of any emotion. She didn’t look directly at him, but instead at the space next to him, as if he had disappeared and she was bearing her soul to the empty confines of the room.

“I was raised by my parents, Henry and Julia, not too far from here. My father loved my mother and I deeply, and he never thought himself superior to women.” A faint smile appeared as she remembered her childhood, but it quickly faded. “I suppose that our views were very different from other families, and I’m grateful for that.”

She licked her lips before she spoke again. “They died when I was six. Everything I knew had been ripped out from under me, and the happy little girl I used to be went with them.”

She glanced at Jamie as she said this, her face didn’t need to express anything; it was all there– in her eyes. Looking away again, she continued.

“Uncle Lamb was the only family I had left–he raised me for the remainder of my childhood despite the fact that I had stopped being a child the minute my parents died. But living with him wasn’t much different than with my parents: their values and beliefs remained one in the same.”

“He respected me the same way that my father did. He taught me to stand up for what I believed in and to chase after what I wanted. He used to say, ‘If you can dream it, squirt, you can be it.’ And so I did. I wanted to be a nurse, to help people. I could do for others what I couldn’t for my parents. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, a smile creeping onto her face.

“I loved being a nurse,” she said. The smile faded as she exhaled. “Uncle Lamb eventually became ill, and there was nothing I could do to save him. He was all I had; it was because of him that I had a roof over my head and that I believed in myself. But between the both of us, we barely had enough to keep that. So when he died, I knew I would’ve been forced out onto the streets.” She closed her eyes, bracing herself for what came next.

“So he arranged a marriage.” She opened her eyes but shifted her gaze to the floor, her hands clutching the thin fabric of her shift so that her knuckles turned white. “To a soldier.”

“Johnathan. Wolverton. Randall,” she hissed through clenched teeth.

Jamie’s ears pricked at the name, his eyes wide as he stared at her.

“Did ye say Randall?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper.

She turned her attention toward him, her eyebrows knitted together as she gazed at him. “Do you know him?”

Now it was Jamie’s turn to remember, his usual calm blue eyes turning to ice as he stared at his hands. “Aye,” he murmured, his voice deep–hard.  “Aye, I ken the man well.”

Claire crawled towards him, taking his large hand in hers.

“So you know what he’s capable of?“ Her attention was fully on him, her mind returning fully to the present.

Jamie’s face hardened as he looked up at her, into those deep, swirling pools of whiskey. He nodded, his thoughts grimly imagining what he could have done to her.

He brought his other hand to grasp their joined ones, squeezing as he spoke. “Did he hurt ye?” He was no longer looking at her, he couldn’t. He couldn’t imagine what he had done to her, this amazing, perfect, woman.

She swallowed, “Yes.” Her voice was flat, Jamie knew him. Then realization dawned on her; What had Randall done to him?

She squeezed his hand in return. “Did he hurt you?”

Jamie could only nod, his mind no longer in the room with her. Instead, he was back inside the walls of Wentworth prison, his hands chained to a post as the whip came down onto his back with such force, such fury.

Her hand came to cup his cheek, forcing him to look at her. “He’s gone, Jamie. He’s not here. He can’t hurt us now.”

She never imagined herself saying those words, because to her, Randall was still very much here.

She crawled closer to him, so that she was practically sitting in his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck. All she could do was hold him, and him her.

And they sat that way for a long time, struggling to rid themselves of the same man that had single-handedly broken them both.

Nobody (Part 11)

Originally posted by hospitalheaven

Plot:  Reader has been held prisoner by Hydra and is discovered by Nat and Bucky.  Post CA:CW (Bucky’s on the team, no one hates each other) Slight AU

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of torture

Words: 2778

A/N: Not too happy with this part.  It sounded better in my head. I feel like I’m losing my mojo.  Sorry it’s shit.


Reader’s POV

Thrum. Thrum.  Thrum.  Your pulse crashed against your ears dulling all outside noises.  Bucky, Steve, and Tony—another name…Tony Tony Tony—were arguing over your bed but they may as well have been shouting under water for all you could understand.  “You don’t die.”  That couldn’t be right.  That couldn’t be true.  This isn’t real.  It’s impossible.  Everybody dies.

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Pretty Tears and Dead Soldiers

Author: AvengeSuperWhoLock

Word Count: 1883

Pairing: BuckyxSister!Reader (incest)

Summary: You and Bucky have been running around together for what seems like forever. Hiding your relationship from the world and appearing to everyone else as the perfect siblings with the perfect relationship. No one had seen a brother and sister be so close before. You spend your alone time together, making promises and breathing in each other’s skin. But what happens when Bucky enlists in the army? Decades of heartbreak, death, and a super-soldier with amnesia that can’t seem to shake his memory of you.

A/N: This will be a new series, so the summary above is a summary of the entire series, not just this part :) Let me know what you guys think! I can’t wait to go on my next break and play around with this one :)

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Preformer

SpeakEasy Series

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
Genre: ….fluff? With Smut? (More like suggestive content?)
Word Count: 2.1k

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRI!
@j-dopee
Here’s Part A of your birthday present 😉

Originally posted by ohitsjustcorina

His hand slid up the side of my leg, slowly, but surely. He sat in a squat on the floor, gingerly moving his hand to the beat of the song. His movements were timid, as he glanced up every time he moved it closer to my hips. I stared down at him with my chest heaving to the sound of the bass. His hand made its way to my hip and I grasped his hand in mine, halting his movements.

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THE CORRIDOR TO THE DOOR OF THE DEPARTMENT OF MYSTERIES

I found this old oneshot…I don’t know why I haven’t posted it on Tumblr before…this is my third try to post it correctly. The Tumblr App sucks rn! So, sorry I am so short on words. I wrote this fic last summer. I hope you enjoy the shameless bellarke smut that is coming for you xD You can also find it on ao3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7938799)

Enjoy :-)


THE CORRIDOR TO THE DOOR OF THE DEPARTMENT OF MYSTERIES



“We are truly sorry for the trouble Miss Griffin.”


The stewardess apologized for the third time within two minutes. Bellamy was counting. He didn’t look up from his book when the voice of the so called Miss Griffin complained.



“One hour late and then this. I can’t believe it. This is the worst airline I’ve ever flew with!”



“There must have been a technical problem Miss. We are so, so sorry. Please, you can sit first class and you don’t have to pay for anything during the flight.”

“As if I would,” retorted the annoyed woman and Bellamy heard how she slumped into the seat right in front of him. The flight attendant put the luggage into the overhead and apologized for the fifth time, getting a huff as a response before she walked away. Bellamy looked after her, watching her disappear behind the curtain between first class and business. When his eyes flew back onto his book he stopped at the woman in front of him, who was – to be quite honest – really pretty. Even with her exhausted and annoyed facial expression. He watched her closely, recognizing the small birthmark above her lip and slightly sweating skin because it had been almost 97 °F today and it was still humid. Just when his eyes were about to go further down he caught himself and put them back onto his book – Pericles of Athens and the birth of Democracy by Donald Kagan.

Yeah, he still was the history nerd he had been with eighteen!

Bellamy still kept reading, when the stewardess gave the security information a few moments later. He had seen them dozens of times before and was pretty sure how to behave in any case of trouble. The mysterious blonde instead hung on the flight attendant’s lips, when he looked up, which made him guess that this was her first flight or she hadn’t been on many planes before. An amused smile spread over his lips before going back to reading. It didn’t take him long to look up again. The plane was about to start when there was a loud rustle in front of him. The blonde shifted around in her seat, her feet fidgeted nervously up and down, so fast that he could feel it. She bit on her bottom lip and gazed nervously around when she caught him watching her. Bellamy’s brows shot up in a silent question and she stopped immediately.

“Sorry. Nervous flyer.”

“Don’t tell me,” answered Bellamy ironically and turned the book page, but not without checking on the blonde one last time.

The woman seemed to relax as the plane reached its flight level. They had been through rain clouds and an airhole which made her gasp and Bellamy tried to ignore that this kind of sound went directly to his guts. He cleared his throat as quietly as possible and tried to keep his eyes focused on the pages while she started to bring down her luggage and pulled some things out. He tried so hard not to watch while she was doing it, that he was thinking about her all the time and re-read one line for the third time when the stewardess approached them, asking if they would like something to drink.

“Oh,” started the woman in surprise and again Bellamy reminded him not to think about this sound in another specific and very different situation because damn; he didn’t know her but she was kind of hot! And he was just a guy. A guy who hadn’t had any sex in a long time so he couldn’t hold himself and his thoughts back of going … dirty. The heat crawled up his neck while eavesdropping on her order.

“Do you have some ice tea? With a lemon slice and mint leaf maybe?”

“I’m not sure about the mint leaf but I’ll look. What can I bring you Mister Blake?” Addressed the stewardess Bellamy directly and made him look up.

He gave her a sweet smile before ordering “The usual. A scotch on ice and a small water with gas please.”

“Of course,” smiled the woman back and Bellamy nodded in thanks.

His eyes wandered back to the book, catching the blonde looking at him, which made him smile at her. He flashed her one of his significant smile, which she easily returned before looking back onto her sketchbook. Bellamy kept his eyes on her instead.

He didn’t want to be the creepy stranger who checked out women on public transportation but he couldn’t resist to sneak.

Above the stormy clouds the sun was shining right through the small window, making her blonde hair looking like gold. Like she was wearing a halo. Her skin looked even softer. She had rosy cheeks and her lips were captured between her teeth far too often.

She didn’t notice him watching her. She was too lost in her doings. The blonde crooked her head, eyeing her work before letting her hands fly over the paper, knowing every line she made. Bellamy’s eyes wandered along her hands towards her neck, down to her inviting cleavage and - oh Gosh he was such a creep! His eyes were literally glued on the curves of her breasts, making his thoughts race, when the flight attendant reached them, handing them their drinks.

Bellamy blushed, even though no one and especially not the blonde herself, had been seeing him. Even though he hoped his nervous smile didn’t give him away when the woman in front of him took her drink and sending him a short smile as a toast.




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They landed in Chicago, welcomed by lightning, thunder and pouring rain one and a half hours after departing from Nashville. Bellamy just got up as the rest of the passengers and wanted to grab his luggage when the pilot’s voice filled the cabin, telling them that they had to remain seated because the airport stopped the check-in for everyone because of the storm. They weren’t allowed to leave the plane. A load groan went through the rows and Bellamy dropped back into his seat.

The loudest groan seemed to come from the woman in front of him.

“They can’t be serious. I have a hotel reservation!” She took a look at her watch before stopping one of the stewardesses, “How long do we have to wait in here?”

The woman’s smile was excusing. “Sadly we can’t tell you right now. The pilot has to talk to the manager first. We’ll let you know as soon as we have further information. We have to ask you to remain seated until then. I’m sorry.”

“Awesome,” spat the woman sarcastically when the attendant was gone, falling back into her seat.

Bellamy watched her before looking out of the window. He could barely see anything. They were in the middle of the tarmac, somewhere, and just the bolts lightened up the darkness. He rubbed his forehead. Gladly he didn’t have to get into any hotel but he was awake for more than sixteen hours now. All he wanted was to go to bed.

“Well,” started Bellamy shortly and turned towards the blonde, “looks like we’ve got some time to kill. I’m Bellamy.” He held out his hand, a charming smile on his lips.

The woman returned it immediately and shook his hand – her own couldn’t even close around his completely because it was too small – “Clarke.”

“So, Clarke what brings you to Chicago?”

“Wizard World Comic Con,” she said proudly and without any hesitation. She got an excited look on her face, returning Bellamy’s question onto him.

“I live here.”

“What did you do in Nashville then?”

“Visiting my mom. She still lives there. You?”

“Oh that’s sweet,” smiled Clarke and made Bellamy’s chest swell a little, “I live there.”

She smiled but shrugged together as a loud thunder rolled through the air. They both looked outside the window, watching the next lightning appear.

“What shitty weather,” mumbled Clarke and sighed loudly and Bellamy remembered that she had some kind of trouble before.

“You had some problem during boarding?”

She rolled her eyes at this, which made him chuckle lowly.

“Believe it or not but this fucking airline overbooked the flight. I bought my ticket six months ago and at the counter they told me that I don’t have any reservation. Can’t you believe that?”

Honestly? He could. Most of the airlines did that but he wouldn’t dare to tell her. He didn’t want to upset her any further. So he just shook his head, “Not really.”

“Oh yeah! I was so pissed. I still am! I mean, not that the plane was an hour too late, nooo. To make my day even better they decided to delete my booking!”

“So usually no first class for you?”

“Oh no. I could never afford it. But this seat wasn’t taken. So I got it as some kind of reparation. Which seems to be my luck now.” She grinned and then winked at him and Bellamy tried not to read too much into it. Maybe she had the same interest in him as he had in her?! Judging by her flirty smile she was flashing him right now – she had!

“Blessing in disguise, huh?”

“Yupp. And you are a regular on this flight or why does the whole crew seem to know you?”

Bellamy chuckled again, “Something like that?”

Then he added, “Like I said before, I visit my mom once in awhile. I’ll help her at her coffee shop and at the child-care. This time I stayed for almost two weeks. So yeah I’m well known.”

Clarke lifted her eyebrows, looking clearly interested in him. “So, part-time barista and nanny, huh?” A grin played around her lips.

Bellamy blushed a little before nodding, “Somehow, yeah.”

“And what are you doing when you are here in Chicago?”

“I’m working at the CME.”

“CME?”

“Chicago Mercantile Exchange.”

Clarke still blinked in confusion.

“I’m a broker,” explained Bellamy and that’s when the penny dropped.

“Oh, oh of course. Exchange, yeah. Sorry. So you’re exchanging what?”

“We are trading natural resources. And what about you?”

Clarke blushed, “I … I’m still looking for a job for myself. Right now I’m working at my best friend’s shop and draw a lot. Nothing really worth living.”

Bellamy opened his mouth to tell her that he didn’t judge her when the stewardess reached them once again, asking if she can get them something to eat.

“Why?” Asked Clarke immediately and the attendant shot her another apologetic look.

“The airport is still closed. We have to remain in here a little longer.”

“What? No way! I have a hotel reservation. We have been stuck in here for almost forty minutes. Why can’t you just let us go?”

“Because it’s an order Miss Griffin. We are truly sorry but right now we aren’t allowed to open the door. It’s for your own safety.”

“So you’ll pay for a new hotel room if I –”

“Like I said Miss Griffin, there is nothing we can do. We have to wait until the storm weakens. So to make the waiting as pleasant as possible – can I bring you something to drink or eat?”

The blonde woman opened her mouth, probably for another lash out, so that was the moment Bellamy interfered. He smiled gently at the stewardess because she wasn’t the one to blame for this situation. No one was.

“Would you be so kind to bring us some champagne, please? And maybe a few noshes?”

“Absolutely”, returned the woman with a thankful smile and disappeared behind the curtain, while Clarke was giving him a dark glance.

“You know she had been talking to me right?”

“Yeah, but she isn’t the one to blame for this situation, so you can keep your shit together and be more kind.” Bellamy put Clarke into her place, which made her scoff loudly.

“I’m not one of your mother’s children!”

“Then stop acting like one.”

Clarke glanced darkly at him before grabbing her phone, getting up and mumbling that she needed to make a phone call. When she disappeared Bellamy punched himself against his forehead. He didn’t have any right to talk to Clarke like that. She was upset, just like everyone. It wasn’t like she could go home just like him. She had a hotel reservation, which might cause some problems if they got stuck in here much longer.

After a few moments the food and drinks were brought to their table before Clarke returned, a pissed look on her face but Bellamy decided to talk to her anyway.

“Sorry about earlier,” he started but the blonde didn’t seem to give a damn about it. Bellamy sighed. “No luck with the hotel?”

She grabbed her glass of champagne and emptied it in one gulp.

“So I guess that is a no,” mumbled Bellamy and took a sip from his own glass.

“No. They told me I have to check-in within the next hour. Otherwise my reservation is invalid. And judging by the weather it doesn’t look like I’ll make it!” She sighed desperately.

Bellamy offered her a gentle smile. “I’m sure you’ll be fine. There are a few hotels here in Chicago. You’ll find another one.”

“Hopefully one where I can afford a room … otherwise you’re stuck with me.” The flirty grin was back on her lips. Her brows wiggled and Bellamy looked at her in amused confusion.

“Stuck with you?” He questioned.

“Oh yeah. I mean you are living here right? Sure you have a room to spare.”

“Well –” He started before being interrupted.

“Or maybe a bed to share,” she added cheeky and made Bellamy chuckle. His mind was starting to picture her in his bed already, naked, while he tried to not letting let it show on his face.

“What makes you think I have a bed to share?”

Fire glinting in her eyes when she answered, almost nonchalant.

“No ring on your finger, wearing clothes that are screaming ‘I’m a workaholic – which you probably are considering you’re a broker - and don’t have time for anything serious’ and being all flirty with me for the past hour. It doesn’t look like there is someone waiting for you. And I don’t take you for the cheating type of guy.”

Bellamy huffed in surprise. She hit the nail on the head. “Not bad,” he admitted. She clearly had good knowledge of human nature. He licked his lips before confirming her suggestions.

“You are right. But I’m not sure if I want to share my apartment with a stranger.”

Of course he would. Especially with someone as hot and interested as Clarke. It wasn’t like he never had a one night stand before. Like Clarke said earlier, it was what he was doing all the time.

“Stranger?” She echoed in shock. “We have been stuck in here for a little over an hour now. I wouldn’t call us strangers anymore Bellamy.”

A hot shiver ran down his spine right to his cock at the sound of his name. It was the first time she said it and his name never sounded sweeter. He grinned, locking his eyes with hers, feeling the tension building up while they got another glass of champagne.




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They got stuck in the plane for three hours in whole.

Bellamy learned that Clarke was an only-child. That Wells Jaha was her best friend and that she had a cat named Molly when she was a kid. Her favorite color was green, she got a scar on her right knee because she fell from a horse when she was nine and she was a big fan of The Big Bang Theory and True Bloods which were the main reasons for visiting the convention.

In return Bellamy told her about his sister Octavia, his two best friends Murphy (who was a former soldier and now one of the best trauma surgeons in Illinois) and Miller (who worked for the government). They talked about their hobbies when Clarke asked him if he had been on a convention at least once in his life. No need to say that she was shocked when he answered with “No”.

“And you are a groupie who’s stalking her favorites through the whole country?” Asked Bellamy amused and Clarke stuck out her tongue, mumbling a long “noooo” and blushed – again.

Bellamy started to like the pink color on her cheeks. Imagine it getting darker and darker with every thrust he deepened himself into her.

“So, why are you going then?”

“Because I’m a groupie who’s chasing her favorites,” joked Clarke and added, “And because I’m trying to catch up on the lost time I wasted in a two-year relationship. Now doing what I always wanted to do, you know.”

“Was it that bad?”

Clarke nodded. “Pretty much. But … honestly, I don’t want to talk about it.”

Bellamy just nodded when the pilot was talking through the micro again.

“The airport just started the check-in again. There are nineteen other planes with us so we would like you to remain seated until it’s our turn. We want to apologize one more time for the trouble and thanking you for your understanding and patience. Have a good further travel and good night.”

The passengers were clapping loudly and everyone groaned in relief. Bellamy looked at his phone. It was half past one in the morning. Knowing that Clarke’s reservation was invalid for a little over an hour. He looked at her, a pained expression on her face. She rubbed her forehead and sighed loudly, clearly thinking about where to head to now.

It took them another 30 minutes to get their luggage because of the other nineteen planes’ passengers that were waiting for theirs. The baggage claim was more than crowded and Bellamy arched his back and stretched his arms because of the long sitting. He got his suitcase first and waited for Clarke to get hers. She smiled at him in thanks.

“So,” he started slowly, walking through the exit and glancing at the blonde’s profile, “if you want, you can stay at my place tonight.”

Clarke stopped walking, having big and surprised eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, you said it before, we aren’t complete strangers anymore and you don’t look like a murderer or a creepy person to me, even though you are visiting a convention – and I have more than enough room anyway.”

“Wow, oh wow, that is – thank you. That’s so nice.” A big smile appeared on her lips.

“No problem.” His heart definitely didn’t jump at her bright smile. Definitely not. Okay, maybe a little.




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They got out of the taxi 40 minutes later. “500 West Superior Street,” said the driver and Bellamy gave him a huge tip when he paid before heading after Clarke who stood in front of the building, her head in her neck and looking right to the top.

“That’s huge.”

“It’s not even the biggest,” said Bellamy and got their suitcases out of the trunk before leading her inside a warm, shining marble floored foyer.

“Good evening Mister Blake,” greeted Harper the receptionist with a kind and professional smile and Bellamy approached his sister’s friend to greet her while Clarke stopped in the middle of the foyer, looking around. “Hello Harper. Any mail for me?”

“Oh yeah, but your sister got it already.” Her eyes flickered towards Clarke for a split of second, a sassy smile starting to appear on her lips when Bellamy’s brows shot up immediately.

“Don’t you dare to tell Octavia or the others,” he mumbled, looking over his shoulders before watching the brunette biting down her grin.

“I would never,” she said and Bellamy’s mood went down at the realization that Harper wouldn’t listen to him and tell the others that he brought a woman with him anyway.

He groaned. “Don’t you have discretion or something?”

“Am I a lawyer or a doctor?”

His head fell down in resignation. “We just got stuck for three hours in the fucking plane and she has nowhere else to go, okay? Please Harper. I know you’ll tell them anyway but please wait until tomorrow okay? I can’t handle my sister or anyone else tonight.”

He pleaded, which was a sign that he was god damn serious. He was tired as fuck and he just couldn’t handle his sister’s euphoric phone calls and the others teasing messages. It seemed like they had a lot of fun talking about Bellamy’s love life, especially since it had died down after Gina almost eight months ago. He never had brought anyone with him since then. Not that he hadn’t had any sex, he just went to the girl’s apartments to avoid a situation like this. Even though the last sex he had was over three months ago. Not that he was planning on hitting on Clarke … not if she didn’t want to at least. But that wasn’t any other person’s business, so he let out a relieved breath when Harper agreed on staying silent.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah, just for tonight Blake. Your sister will find out anyway.”

Bellamy rolled his eyes and returned to Clarke, leading her to the elevator. His hand on the small of her back when he pushed her gently into it. Ignoring the heat rushing through his arm into his stomach because of the feeling of her body under his palm. He looked over his shoulder, catching Harper watching them with a bright, knowing grin. He stopped himself from groaning and pushed the button 28 instead.

“Living above the others, huh?”

“I like being on the top,” winked Bellamy mischievously and clearly ambiguously.

“Too bad I like it too.”

Bellamy grinned and licked his lips slowly, knowing Clarke’s eyes watching his movement. His eyes flashed over her face and he heard her breath starting to deepen. Her cheeks were still pink, little from the champagne and much more because of the look he was giving her, when the elevator came to a stop and opened with a ping. They stepped out into a corridor which lead to one door.

“Is this the corridor to the door of the Department of Mysteries?” Chuckled Clarke and Bellamy stopped fishing his keys out of his pocket, a frown on his face.

“What?”

Clarke’s feature slipped. “Department of Mysteries. Harry Potter? Oh, oh my God! Don’t tell me you never saw Harry Potter?!”

Bellamy felt his ears turning red. “Well,” he started but Clarke gasped in shock.

“You can’t be serious. What kind of life are you living? No conventions, no Harry Potter?!” Said Clarke like his inexperience was personally offending her.

“I saw Harry Potter,” defended Bellamy himself, “like – eleven years ago or something?”

It didn’t make it any better.

“Eleven years? So you’ve only seen the first four movies!”

“Does this make me a bad person now or …?”

“No, but kind of weird.”

Bellamy scoffed, “Oh this coming from you.”

“What? Do you think I’m weird?”

He bit his tongue before saying anything too bad. Instead he asked, “Do you want to come in or not?” He slit the key into the lock and opened the door, while Clarke mumbled, “Says the guy who reads a history book for fun.”

Bellamy decided to ignore the comment and stepped inside, hearing Clarke following him, he switched on the light and a “Holy fucking shit” slipped out of Clarke’s mouth. This time Bellamy couldn’t hold back a grin. He closed the door, watching in complete satisfaction while Clarke’s widened eyes flew through the big room, over the wooden floor and back to him.

“Oh my fucking God! Are you kidding me? This, this is your apartment?”

“Penthouse,” corrected Bellamy the blonde, amused and hung his jacket aside before leading her to the open kitchen.

“Penthouse?! Who are you – Richard Gere? Because I definitely feel like Julia Roberts right now. You have seen Pretty Woman, right? Oh God…” She turned around, taking in her surroundings, still in disbelief and shock.

“Of course I’ve seen Pretty Woman,” retorted Bellamy, leaning against a kitchen counter, while Clarke was standing in the middle of the big living area, letting her eyes fly over the windows, looking right outside into the city.

“I fucking can’t believe it,” she breathed, “This living room is bigger than my whole apartment.” Her hands wandered over the couch. “How much square footage do you have?” She came closer, eyeing the kitchen made out of cherry wood.

“Almost 5,000 –”

“5,000 square feet?!” Shrieked Clarke with a high pitched voice and causing pain in Bellamy’s ears.

“For you? This – God! How much do you pay for this?”

Normally Bellamy wouldn’t tell. Not only because you didn’t talk about money but also, and this was the more important reason, he didn’t want to give her a heart attack. He licked his lips, rubbing his neck like he was ashamed and answered anyway,

“Around $10,000.”

To his own surprise Clarke stayed quiet. She blinked. Then,

“What? $10,000 per month?”

“That’s how you usually pay rent, yes.”

“What the he- $10,000 for a place to live? Are you sure you aren’t trading drugs on the exchange?”

That made Bellamy chuckle. “I’m positive yeah.”

She huffed before shaking her head. “This is too much, really. I have to sit down.” She hopped onto the stool at the kitchen island and was still shaking her head. Bellamy eyed her in amusement, his arms crossed over his chest. Watching Clarke rake her hand through her blonde hair, made him imagine that it would be his own doing that. His eyes dropped down, feeling his throat going dry when they reached her breasts, so he cleared it, turning towards the fridge.

“Want something to drink?”

“I thought you haven’t been home the last two weeks.”

“I haven’t. But I’m sure my sister filled up the fridge after taking this place over, so – what do you want?”

“Uhm, I don’t know. A water?”

Bellamy looked over his shoulder, his eyebrows scooting up. “Seriously? Just water? No lemon slice or mint leaf?” He teased and earned himself a stuck out tongue from Clarke.

“Well, what can you offer then?”

He turned around and overviewed the drinks. “Almost everything. Wine, champagne, water, juice, ice tea –”

“Ice tea!”

Bellamy grinned. “Okay, it’s ice tea then.” He grabbed the can and poured her a drink. “Want some cubes?”

Clarke shook her head, “No thank you.” He smiled shortly. She did the same.

Bellamy took a sip, never letting go of Clarke’s eyes while she was doing the same. Which made him gulp even harder. When Clarke put down the glass she licked her lips, making Bellamy tightening his grip around the glass.

“So Bellamy Blake, what’s your story?” She asked interested, leaning forward and giving him an excellent view into her cleavage. It took all his willpower not to look at it (for too long).

“My story?”

“Yeah … I mean, this is huge and it looks like it’s all normal to you. But on the other hand you are visiting your mother and helping her out in her coffee shop, so – what’s your story?”

“Okay, well, it’s not much. My sister and I were raised by my mother. We had less than $800 each month, sometimes even less. So I started working at 16. After finishing school I signed up for the army because of the good money. Then mom started dating a guy named Marcus Kane. He is a pretty good man. One she deserves. I was twenty-four back then. I resigned and started to go to school. Finance. Got a job at Federal Reserve Bank of Chicago for a year and have been working at the exchange for three years now. That’s my story.”

“That’s it? You are working at the exchange and can afford something like this?”

“What should I say – I’m pretty good at what I do.” He winked and a mischievous grin spread over her lips.

“I bet you are.” Clarke said “But seriously – how much do you earn with this?”

Bellamy licked his lips, clearly feeling uncomfortable.

“Okay, okay, I´ll change the question. What was your biggest win and your biggest lost?”

“Ufff … the biggest lost was, I don’t know, $50,000?”

Her eyes widened again but she remained quiet, mouthing $50,000 silently.

“And my biggest win. It was about $80,000.”

“Okay I have to ask you again – how much do you earn? This is unbelievable!”

“Between $18,000 and $30,000.”

“Per month?”

Bellamy nodded, causing Clarke to knock back the rest of her drink at once. That was when he asked her about her story. She had been interrogating him like an FBI agent, so it was only fair to tell him at least as much.

Clarke started to blush again and yeah, he definitely liked it.

“Well,” she wet her lips – not that he kept watching her lips, no -, “my story is quite the opposite. My mother is a CEO of a hospital in Washington and my dad worked for the NSA. So, I’m from Washington D.C. My, uhm, my dad died eight years ago, turning mine and my mom’s world upside down. He died of cancer and it was a really rough time for both of us. I fought with my mother almost every day and it was pretty bad. But, time heals wounds right? We started to get better but I couldn’t stay in D.C. any longer and started to travel through the USA. For the past two years I’ve been living with my best friend Wells and his fiancée Luna in Nashville. He moved there almost three years ago because of Luna and yeah. I never studied, even though I always wanted to. But when my dad died … I don’t know. It changed everything. I still don’t know what I want to do, which is kind of embarrassing because I’m 29 now and, well … I’m still looking for the right, for the perfect job you know? I’m fine with working for Wells but it’s nothing I want to do forever. But I also don’t want my mother’s money, which she always offers me anyway. I mean, I don’t need a fortune for living. I just want to do something I love and be happy. No offense.” She added quickly and Bellamy waved her off, smiling.

“It’s okay. I mean isn’t that what we all want to do? A job that makes us happy? A life that makes us happy?”

“Yeah,” breathed Clarke and let her eyes wandering to the window again. She sighed. “That would be great to find.”

He scanned her profile, watching her teeth burying into her bottom lip. His eyes wandered over her rosy cheeks, along her neck and back to the breasts. He bit his inner cheek, feeling his blood running lower into his pants and the heat upon his neck. So he finished his glass of ice tea and looked at the clock. It was almost three a.m. He rubbed his eyes, tiredness hitting him out of nowhere and he suppressed a yawn.

“When do you have to get up?” He asked and put their empty glasses into the sink.

Clarke scooted out of her thoughts and frowned, thinking.

“Uhm, I don’t know. I have to be at the convention around 9. How long is it to the Hilton Chicago?”

“10 to 15 minutes car drive. Almost half an hour if you take the metro, brown line and purple one,” told Bellamy and added, “But at that time it doesn’t make a difference if you take a taxi or the metro.”

Clarke chewed on her lip, nodding slowly. “Okay, then I’ll have to get up a little before eight I guess. You?”

“In almost three hours?”

“This early?”

“Yeah, I promised Octavia I’d help her with her thesis before heading to work, so – three hours.”

Clarke grimaced and shuddered. “Then we have to get you into bed I guess.”

Bellamy chuckled, “Wouldn’t mind some hours of sleep to be honest.”

That was when Clarke hopped off the stool, Bellamy truly tried not to look at her bouncing breasts, and told him to show her her sleeping place. They didn’t even get out of the living area when she asked him amusingly, “Is there a forbidden corridor or room? You know, just like in the Beauty and the Beast?”

Again her words curled his lips into a smile. What a nerd she was, he liked it. More than he should because they only knew each other for a few hours.

“Even if I had, I’m sure you wouldn’t listen. Just like Belle,” he answered and Clarke punched him lightly into the shoulder. “Wow, at least you have seen the Beauty and the Beast. I’m impressed.”

He looked over his shoulder, his brow’s disappeared behind his curls, “I have seen every Disney classic at least four times, okay? Just because I haven’t seen Harry Potter doesn’t mean I don’t have any knowledge in films.”

Clarke grinned as an answer, just like Octavia used to when she was eight. Bellamy shook his head at this memory and went along the floor in silence.

“So, here is the bath- Clarke?” He turned around, Clarke had disappeared. “Clarke?” Shouted Bellamy and looked around. Where the hell had she disappeared? He went back a little and a heavy gust waved through his hair. He knew immediately where she was. She’d found the terrace. He leaned against the doorframe, watching Clarke facing the city lights, her hands onto the railing. The raining had stopped but was still in the air. He heard her taking a deep breath. His arms were crossed over his chest and he bit his inner cheek, while watching her.

“Enjoying the view?”

Clarke chuckled, looking over her shoulder when she told him,

“I really do hate you Bellamy.”

“Thanks. I appreciate it.”

She rolled her eyes, turning back to the view. “This is unbelievable. The view is amazing.” She mumbled, sounding like she was getting lost into it. Just like Bellamy got lost in watching her.

“It really is,” retorted Bellamy but instead of watching the lightened skyscrapers his eyes were laid down on her blonde curls and the deliciously looking curves which were hid under all these clothes. He licked his lips in hunger, before her question made him look up again.

“So is this your strategy of seduction? Bringing the girls up here and then show them this monster terrace with this kill-worthing view?”

“If my charm isn’t enough, maybe?!”

She grinned over her shoulders.

“Does it work?” He asked interested.

He grabbed his heart in played disappointment and hurt when she shook her head, “Absolutely not.”

“Damn,” sighed Bellamy and made Clarke laugh. It echoed in his ears and in his head, making his heart beat faster, running through his whole body because it sounded like the voice of an angel. He grinned proudly, wanting to make her laugh again. The wind increased, so after a few more moments Clarke turned around and pushed past him. When she did, she was much closer than she had to be. Her breasts almost touching his chest and the small grin on her face told Bellamy that she did it on purpose.

When he showed Clarke the bathroom for a second time she was right there to let out a soft “Wow”, going inside and taking a long look. The bathroom was huge, had a shower and a bathtub in it and –"Is this a flat screen?“ She pointed at the switched off TV on the opposite wall (right in front of the tub).

"No, it’s the queen’s magical mirror from Snow White,” teased Bellamy because it was her own fault, claiming he didn’t know anything about movies. “Will you ever stop?“

Bellamy shook his head. “Nope.”
She rolled her eyes and groaned. “I know you know something about movies.”

He grinned.

"If you want to take a shower tomorrow, the towels are in there.” He pointed at the cabinet next to Clarke, who nodded shortly before the big mosaic picture caught her attention.

While Clarke was scanning the wall, Bellamy couldn’t help himself but watching the blonde’s figure one more time. His eyes trailed up and down, making his jeans get tighter. He appreciated every inch of her body. The curvy legs and hips, the amazing breasts and when his eyes went up her neck towards her face he noticed through the mirror that Clarke had been watching him, watching her. He swallowed, feeling his cheeks heating up because she caught him checking her out! But judging by the fierce look she was giving him she didn’t care. Quite the opposite – she was checking him out through the mirror, licking and biting her bottom lip when her eyes lingered over his forearms, causing his erection to become more visible.

Moments of silence passed by. Moments in which their eyes lingered on one another, none of them saying or doing anything. Not until Clarke faced him, leaning against the marbled basin, pushing her breasts out, more than necessary, making it impossible for him not to look at it. So his eyes slipped to her cleavage for two seconds before reminding himself of look into her eyes but it was too late. She had a knowing grin on her lips,

“Liking what you see?”

His throat was dry, so he swallowed hard, not wanting to give away too much but knowing it was too late when he heard his raspy voice telling her, “Maybe.”

Clarke tipped her head down, almost shyly, then she looked back at him, right into his eyes. She started chewing on her bottom lip again, driving Bellamy wild because that was all he wanted to do himself, capture her lip between his teeth, sucking and making her moan his name.

Without noticing Bellamy stepped closer, his eyes raked over her body while she crooked her head, studying him. He stopped an arm length in front of her, hearing her raked breath. His heart pumped wildly in its ribcage.

“What would you do if I told you that the terrace might have worked?” Asked the blonde in a husky whisper, pitching his stomach because he could hear the want and lust in it.

He licked his lips, his eyes shooting from hers to her lips, lingering there far too long. He put one hand on the basin, starting to cage her between him and the marble.

“I don’t know. Wouldn’t speak for me right?” He answered lowly; setting the other hand on Clarke’s other side and captured her, stepping closer. They were only a few inches apart. So close that their chests almost touched each other during their deep breathing. She bit down on her bottom lip, a little heavier than before, making him groan almost loudly, while looking up into his eyes. He started to drown into the blue, when her hands slowly moved over his chest, causing more heat. He felt her fingers wandering over his shoulders, clapping together behind his neck and started playing with the nape of it.

“That’s true,” she mumbled, never letting go of his eyes. “So, what would you do if I told you that your charm might have worked?”

“Well then,” Bellamy started and closed the remaining space between them, having her body flush against his, letting his hands scoop towards her hips and to the small of her back, making her shudder a little. “I would probably,” his hand lifted her shirt a little, just as much as his hand could slip under it, touching her skin, “just touch you here.” His spread palm wandered to the small of her back, pushing her closer.

“And then what?” Asked Clarke anticipating and eager, letting her own hand disappear into the mop of his hair, scratching her nails over his scalp, getting a deep sound out of the back of his throat.

“Then I would probably kiss you.”

Her eyes shined with fire and lust, dropping to his lips when he remained still. His gaze flickering between the blue of her eyes and the red of her lips.

“What the hell are you waiting for then?” She edged him on.

Bellamy’s jaw clenched, breathing heavily through his nose and almost choking when Clarke pushed hard against his pelvis.

Yeah, what the hell was he waiting for? She couldn’t be more obvious that she was okay with all this. She pushed herself against him, hardening her grab around his neck, almost throwing her breasts into his face, watching him with the biggest eyes he’d have ever seen, smirking in anticipation. Lingering for more.

But he was Bellamy, so he couldn’t just go for it. Instead he asked, “Are you sure?”

That made Clarke roll her eyes and groan in annoyance.

“Just go for it Blake. We both know we want to know how I sound like screaming your god damn name.” Her voice was rough, eyes dark and mischievous.

She leaned forward, their lips almost touching when she mumbled, “Make me scream your name.”

That was what broke Bellamy out of his stillness. He groaned loudly, her words making his dick throb harder in his jeans and he closed the last inch between their lips. Crashing his own hard on hers.

She moaned immediately into his mouth, pulling him closer, sliding her foot over his leg before he grabbed her thighs, lifting her up and sitting her down onto the basin. He felt her feet lock behind him, pushing him further against her center, causing him to moan when his erection pushed hard against her body.

Bellamy’s hand raked over Clarke’s side, cradling her face and letting his fingertips grab her blonde curls. His tongue licked along her lips and the second he felt her mouth open he scooted his tongue inside, earning himself a deliciously sounding groan out of the back of Clarke’s throat when his tongue hit hers. He started feeling dizzy, getting out of breath and the almost painful pressure in his jeans didn’t help either. His left hand wandered down, over Clarke’s shoulder towards her breast, grabbing it with his palm, squeezing it hard and making Clarke saying his name out of breath for the first time.

Heat was taking over his body and he lunged forward, deepening the kiss, pressing his hand harder against her breast, feeling her fingernails sinking into his shoulders, right through his shirt. She pushed her pelvis against his, both moaned impatient. That was when Bellamy pulled away, watching Clarke’s dark eyes, her swollen lips. Their foreheads touched each other and he heard her raked breathing while palming her breast, which she returned in pushing as hard as she could against his cock. They started panting. He swallowed, trying to wet his dry throat. Clarke bit her bottom lip, cheeks turning into a deep red.

Bellamy shot forward, capturing her bottom lip between his, sucking hard and letting his hands raise her shirt. She helped him get it off and his eyes lingered over the freed cleavage, wanting to see more. Wanting more he could touch. But first he put his lips onto her jaw, peppered it with hot open-mouthed kisses, along her neck. He started to bite and suck at is until she groaned loudly, echoing in the bathroom. “Fuck,” she hissed and shoved the few strands of hair out of her face, arching her back against him while Bellamy’s mouth wandered over the curves of her breasts.

His finger pushed the cup of the bra aside so he could take her nipple into his mouth, moaning at the feeling of it against his tongue. His hands gripped her hips hard, sucking at the soft spot of hers, feeling her shuddering underneath him.

Clarke’s left hand leaned against the wall, knocking down his aftershave and the toothpaste when his teeth buried into her nipple, causing her to yell in lust. A smile appeared on Bellamy’s lips because it truly was one of the best sounds he ever heard. Clarke’s right hand raked towards his belt, pulling him closer at first but then fumbling with the buckle. Her nails scratching right into his skin above it, making his erection grow harder.

He let go of her breast, kissing his way upwards to her lips, pushing his tongue against hers again before feeling her hands on the hem of his shirt. She didn’t have to say anything, with one swift movement the shirt was out and Bellamy unclasped her bra, throwing it away. He groaned loudly when her heavy breasts bumped down, her nipples as hard as his crook.

“Fuck,” he muttered and swallowed. “Fuck Clarke,” he started but she lunged forward and pulled him into a fucking delicious and promising kiss. His hands tangled back to her hair, while hers scratched over his skin, making him hiss in pain because her nails burrowed into him. She panted against his mouth, letting her lips wander along his jaw, towards his ear and biting into his earlobe, making his grip harder.

Her open mouthed went along his neck and Bellamy pushed her hair away, giving her neck the same treatment. When she started to bite, so did he. When she licked at his skin, he did the same. He also pushed his erection right against her when she pushed up against him. They both moaned loudly, open mouthed.

“Bed,” whispered Clarke pleadingly and her voice was rough, almost broken.

Bellamy swallowed, nodding hastily. “Yeah.”

He grabbed her thighs and pulled her up, leading her into his bedroom which had a big window in the front (with an excellent view on the city as well, but it seemed like Clarke didn’t really care about it this time).

He let her down on the mattress, crawling above her, pushing her down and kissing along her neck. Her fingers lingered through his curly hair, her moaning driving him wild. He braced himself with one arm next to Clarke’s head while his other hand palming her chest, making her back arch hard against him. She threw her legs around him, pushing him down and swallowed his loud moan with a long kiss.

It took them almost forever to get at each other’s pants. Clarke was the first. Her fingers unbuckled his belt after playing with it and teasing him almost to death. Her feet pushed the jeans down and he sighed in relief when at least the heavy jeans were off of his cock. He let his tongue slip around Clarke’s neck, taking her earlobe right into his mouth before groaning loudly, panting, when he felt her hands pressing over the fabric of his briefs. He heard her chuckle at that and bit down a little harder, making her gasp again.

Then it was him who took off her pants, along with her underwear, though her protests.

“Hey,” she yelled but stopped immediately when his palm rubbed over her inner thigh. Bellamy licked his lips, leaning down again, kissing Clarke and letting his hand wander up and down her thigh but never touching her where she wanted him to. He was teasing her, on purpose.

“Bellamy,” panted Clarke warningly and making his eyes glint in amusement.

“What?”

“Stop teasing.”

He smirked, putting his lips closely to her left ear, mumbling a rough “I haven’t even started”.

She was about to complain when his fingertips brushed her pussy just so lightly, nothing more like a feather. But it was enough to make her gulp her breath. He grinned and did it again, educing a long “Oh” out of her.

He licked his lips, feeling the heat inside his body watching her falling apart underneath him, without him doing anything but touching her feather lightly, turned him on even more.

“Oh?” He repeated and let his teeth scratch over the skin of her neck, while her fingers clutched into the blanket. “Didn’t you say you wanted to scream my name?”

His finger hovered over her entrance, waiting for her to say it. But instead she opened her eyes, looking at him when she challenged him, “Make me.”

“Nothing easier than this,” gave Bellamy back and Clarke tensed all along when he pressed his finger against her clit, rubbing it slowly. She bit down her bottom lip, like she was holding herself back from saying his name. Bellamy grinned, putting more effort into his doing, pushing a little harder and getting another “Oh” out of her mouth.

“Come on Clarke. Say it, say my name like you wanted to”, said Bellamy with his deep and husky voice, his throat going dry again.

She bit down on her lip again, a grin spreading over her face. Which made Bellamy almost chuckle. That’s when he stopped rubbing at her clit, waiting a few seconds for Clarke, frowning and looking up in question when he pushed his finger inside of her without any warning. Her jaw dropped and a loud, a very loud “Oh God!” filled the room. He felt her wetness around his finger, making him almost get off immediately. He cranked his finger up, pushing harder and making her walls tightened around it. He grunted, burying his face into her neck, telling himself not to move faster because it felt too good.

He added another finger, kissing her neck and taking her nipples back between his teeth. He licked at her, making her shudder and then a loud and almost desperate “Bellamy,” fell from her lips when he added a third finger, thrusting hard into her pussy. Her nails sank into his skin so hard that he knew that the lines would still be there tomorrow. Her walls tightened around his finger when he moved faster, unable to stop himself because her panting, her little “Oh God” and “Yeah, faster, please” making him want to fell over the edge. So he didn’t stop. He pushed harder, faster and swallowing her moan when she came with his mouth, getting goose bumps by feeling her closing around his fingers.

Her jaw clenched and her eyes were shut down when she came down from her orgasm. She swallowed hard and Bellamy smiled, peppering her neck with soft kisses. But instead of waiting for her to calm down he dropped his mouth down her body, over her chest and her stomach, settling right between her legs.

A mischievous grin played on his mouth when he looked upwards, watching her biting on her bottom lip, clearly not ready for another round.

“Just give me a sec,” she mumbled. “I just can’t –”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you,” promised Bellamy and turned towards her hot and rosy spot. His eyes lingered over her pussy, he licked his lips in anticipation and couldn’t wait to taste her with his mouth.

“No, Bellamy, really I – oooh!”

He had put his mouth onto her, starting with one soft and long stroke. Her legs quivered at the contact, while her hip pushed itself against him. He held her still with his hands, hearing her panting. He took his time before licking her again, then his teeth scratched the inside of her vulva.

“Oh God” Her hands wandered over her stomach right into his hair, tugging and scratching, making him moan against her. The vibration made Clarke sigh his name in return.

He let his tongue move over her clit again and again, starting to suck at it. Her panting getting louder and louder, mixing “Oh God” with “Bellamy” more often and the sound of it reaching right to his cock which was still trapped in his briefs.

Clarke’s body started to shake, she was getting closer. Bellamy sucked harder, pushing his tongue against her pussy and moaning at the sweet sound of his name. His thumb slipped over her clit, rubbing hard circles against it, sucking and licking her as fast and hard as he could, feeling him getting thicker and thicker. Clarke shaking underneath him, tugging at his hair with one hand and grabbing the headboard hard with the other, screaming a loud “Bell…” before falling over the edge.

His heart sped like hell, the throbbing in his briefs was almost too painful at this stage. He swallowed hard, gulping for air as well before crawling upwards Clarke’s body, kissing her. Making her taste herself on his tongue.

“Oh God,” she whispered when she shoved him away because she clearly hadn’t her breath under control again. She swallowed, wiping the sweat from her forehead and squeezing her eyes shut before looking at him. Her cheeks red like hell, her neck and chest flushed from the orgasms he had given her, which filled him with satisfaction.

“I really hate you,” she breathed

Bellamy grinned. “You already said that.” He rolled over to his side, bracing himself at his forearm and running his other hand softly over Clarke’s skin.

They remained silent for a short time, just eyeing and smiling at each other. Then Clarke started biting down on her bottom lip again and Bellamy scooted down pulling it between his own, wanting to make this kiss kind of unchaste and almost innocent but Clarke clearly didn’t share his attention and slipped her hand into his hand before lingering for his tongue, wanting it to follow hers.

A soft smile spread over Bellamy’s lips when he cradled himself above Clarke again, still keeping his mouth on hers when he felt her fingers wandering down to his ass, pulling down his underwear. It was a curse and a blessing at the same time when she took the briefs off and his cock was released. It pumped back hard against him and when Clarke pushed her hip a little upwards she touched the head of his dick with her hot and still wet vadge.

A muffled sound left Bellamy’s mouth at that contact and he cursed a low “Fucking shit” when Clarke did it again.

Bellamy swallowed, feeling the heat crawling through his body and resisted the urge to just push into her, hard and deep. He had to close his eyes for a second to muster all his strength before looking down into the big blue eyes and the almost dirty smirk of Clarke’s. He wet his lips, feeling her foot wandering over his ass, ready to push him down.

“C-Condom first,” he cracked and reached for the cupboard to get one out. He just grabbed one when Clarke’s fingers closed around him and pumped it slowly up and down.

“Oh shit!” Shouted Bellamy and groaned loudly, trying to get back as fast as he could. But Clarke didn’t stop, making his penis pulsing dangerously fast.

“Clarke…” His voice broke away and he gritted through his teeth, “You should stop. O-o-otherwise, oh fuck!” He put his hand around her small wrist, making her stop pumping, holding the condom in the other hand and taking a few deep breaths before telling her,

“You should stop if you want me to go any further.”

Clarke licked her lips, so slowly that it was almost enough to bring him over the edge for good.

“Okay.”

She pulled her hand away from his dick and let her fingers wander over his chest and his arms, right to his shoulders when he pulled on the condom and settled himself above her.

He put his forearms besides her head, lowering himself down and entered. Their foreheads were pressed against each other, their eyes were closed when he got deeper and deeper. Inch for inch. Both panting, moaning before Bellamy pulled her into a sweet kiss. He let his mouth caress her lips, slipping his tongue softly against hers, pulling out of her completely, waiting and thrusting back inside as slowly as before.

Her fingernails scratched his skin lightly, legs crossing over his ass, meeting him in his thrusts. He sucked at her bottom lip before kissing her jaw once more, petting her neck and feeling the heat increasing again. Her legs tightened, pulling him closer and keeping him in place. His thrusts didn’t leave her anymore. He braced himself harder against the mattress, letting his right hand wander down over her breast to her leg, adjusting it a little higher so he could thrust deeper into her. His lips and teeth along her soft skin on her neck and shoulder.

With the new angle they both panted faster, moaned louder and Bellamy quickened up at his pace. He bit down at her skin, slinging one arm underneath her back to hold her into place when he buried himself deeper and harder into her. The left had grabbed the headboard.

“Fuck Clarke, I- I can’t hold off any longer,” mumbled Bellamy with all strength he still had, sweat covering his body.

“You don’t have – just – oh, okay – just harder, harder Bellamy!”

She winced, her legs closing around him completely and her hands clutching onto him like a lifeline.

He licked his lips, watching Clarke closing her eyes, her face getting redder and her mouth forming loud and silent “Ohs”.

He paced up one more time, thrusting so hard into her that the bed started to shake. The headboard slammed against the wall and if Bellamy wasn’t about to come he would have worried about the bed braking but right now he couldn’t care less. He held Clarke as close as he could, feeling her walls shutting down around him, screaming his name like a prayer, like a salvation when he felt his dick pulsing hot and fast. He panted into her neck, thrusting deeper and deeper. Groaning a “fuck Clarke” before following her over the edge.


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The piercing sound of his alarm woke him mercilessly out of his sleep. With a moan Bellamy switched it off, eyes still closed and his sleep-drunken body fought against waking up. He felt hungover, even though he hadn’t been drinking (that much) yesterday. Bellamy breathed heavily through his nose, pressing the ball of his hands into his closed eyes before forcing himself to open them. He yawned and started to stretch when he looked to his side, facing the sleeping figure of Clarke’s back. Her blonde curls fell over her back, which was barely covered with a blanket. His eyes scooted down to where it disappeared, feeling his cock throbbing again, more in lust than because of the morning erection. He couldn’t help himself but smile a little, cursing his promise to Octavia because otherwise he could have remained in bed, pulling the woman closer and maybe, just maybe, going for another round.

He stayed still for a few seconds before forcing himself out of bed. Before heading to the bathroom he looked over his shoulder, making sure Clarke was still asleep. After a quick shower, which made his muscles relax a little, he went back to the bedroom, finding Clarke on his side of the bed now, burying herself deep into the pillow. The man started to smile at this picture and tiptoed to the drawer, getting dressed before leaving a short note on the cupboard.

If you need a place to crash tonight, call me. 773-555-8955
Bellamy

He resisted the urge to bend down to give her a peck. It was way too crazy anyway, he didn’t have to make it weirder than it already was. So he got out of the bedroom, but not without checking on Clarke one more time, taking her in, hoping that this wouldn’t be the last time he laid his eyes on her and closed the door.

He grabbed his bag and his cell phone which he forgot in his jacket last night and groaned loudly when he saw the four missed calls from Octavia and the 30 messages in their group chat.



Harper [2:54 a.m.]: I can’t keep it to myself any longer. Sorry Bellamy.


Jasper [2:55 a.m.]: What?! oO


Harper [2:55 a.m.]: He brought a girl home.


Miller [2:55 a.m.]: Are you sure?!


Jasper [2:55 a.m.]: o_O


O [2:56 a.m.]: OMG! Don’t screw us Harper!


Harper [2:56 a.m.]: I’m not. It was a blonde beauty. He said they got stuck in the plane for three hours and she had no place to go.


Jasper [2:56 a.m.]: Still: o_O


O [2:57 a.m.]: Blonde beauty huh? That’s new.


Monty [2:58 a.m.]: Thanks to you Jasper is dancing and singing and I’m awake now! -.-


Miller [2:58 a.m.]: What a gentleman…


Harper [2:59 a.m.]: Sorry Monty **hug**


Jasper [3:00 a.m.]: I’m just happy for my friend Bellamy!


O [3:01 a.m.]: It’s still weird that you are dancing Jas! Do you have a picture of her Harper?


Harper [3:01 a.m.]: :-/ No, sorry


Raven [3:21 a.m.]: He brought a girl home? Can’t believe it!


Murphy [3:24 a.m.]: You can’t? Well then come over. I really hate living above you Bellamy!


O [3:24 a.m.]: Try to live with him in the same four walls for almost fourteen years!


Harper [3:25 a.m.]: Should I call him and tell him that there is a complaint? xD


Raven [3:25 a.m.]: He won’t hear it. When Bellamy is doing what he is doing he is doing it pretty good.


O [3:26 a.m.]: Urgh, Raven! It’s my brother!


Raven [3:26 a.m.]: xDDD


Murphy [3:27 a.m.]: He doesn´t have to be this loud. Seriously, I can hear almost everything! I’m scared that they are going to crush through the ceiling any moment!


Miller [3:28 a.m.]: No comment needed!


Jasper [3:30 a.m.]: He needs to let off a lot of pressure considering Gina happened almost eight months ago.


O [3:31 a.m.]: Ok, I’m out now. I don’t really want to think about my brother’s dick!


Monty [3:32 a.m.]: **rofl**


Murphy [3:59 a.m.]: Round three … fuck you Blake!


Jasper [4:01 a.m.]: I think the mysterious blonde is already doing that.


Murphy [4:02 a.m.]: Shut up Jasper!




That’s when the conversation ended. Bellamy groaned, rubbing his forehead and decided that it would be better not to say anything. So he slipped his phone back into his jacket and went outside. Regretting his promise to Octavia even more.



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It had been a long day when Bellamy returned to the complex. He was still tired, hadn’t slept more than two hours last night and more than disappointed because he had been watching his cell phone all day and Clarke didn’t contact him. No call, no message from an unknown number. Instead he had to deal with his annoying sister and his friends, getting a sermon from Murphy about keeping it quiet the next time otherwise he would have to kill him and some other, really unimportant things.

He leaned against the elevators wall, his head against the metal and a loud sigh escaping his mouth, eyes shot. It was weird. He shouldn’t be as disappointed as he was just because a woman he just had known for a few hours (and he had amazing sex with) didn’t call him. It was a one night stand. Nothing more. It wasn’t that he wasn’t used to it. It was what he was doing for a long time now, but … he still felt disappointed. With a ping the door opened and Bellamy stepped into the corridor, fumbling his keys out of his pocket without looking up. A smile curled around his lips, hearing her voice in his head when she had asked him last night if this was the corridor to the Department of Mysteries. He chuckled and shook his head, looking up and froze dead in his tracks.

There she was, the blonde beauty, leaning against the wall with a shy smile on her face. “Hey.”

“Hey,” retorted Bellamy and felt his lips curled up. He came closer, still processing that she was standing in front of his door, clearly waiting for him.

“How was your day?” She asked almost nonchalant and Bellamy shrugged, “Okay … how was the con?”

“Okay,” answered Clarke softly. He looked into her eyes, feeling how he was getting lost. He raised his hand, putting it gently against her cheek, caressing his thumb over the soft skin before asking quietly,

“Only okay?”

She nodded, biting her lip shortly before whispering, “Yeah … had to think about you all the time. Which was pretty distracting.”

“Don’t tell me,” he huffed and then leaned down, pulling her into a sweet, chaste and pretty long, slowly kiss, He felt her arms closing around his neck, pulling herself against him and while his right hand cradled deeper into her hair, his left arm slung around her waist. Both started smiling and Bellamy knew that this wouldn’t be the last time he would find Clarke Griffin waiting for him at his door.

HARRY STYLES IMAGINE

Getting married to your best friend had always been your dream ever since you were little.

Today that was becoming a reality as you were to soon be wed to harry styles.

You and harry had know each other since birth and you fell in love at 18

You have been with his though thick and thin.

Through everything you had stood by his side.

You got along with the boys and his family as he did your’s and you couldn’t be happier when they accepted him

When you were 20 harry asked you to marry him

Now 2 years later you are in your dressing room getting ready to walk down the Isle to officially be harry’s.

“Stay still love” your mother said as she did your hair while harry’s mother did your makeup

“I cant belive my baby brother has finnaly found the love of his life. Im so happy its you” harry’s sister gemma said as she let atear fall causing both your mother and harry’s mother to cry

“Come one guys, your gonna make me cry!” You said feeling the water works come

“Right cant have you crying on your big day!” Your mother said as she finished your hair

“Done. Now for the dress!” Harry’s mother said helping you out of the chair

Walking over to your dress you smiled at the beautiful detailed lace fishtail gown.

“Its so pretty! Your gonna look amazing in it!” Gemmas little girl’s said

You had given gemma the right to be your maid of honor and her twin girls to be the flower girl’s wich she agreed to

Getting into your dress you sighed and stood infront of the full body length mirrior

Feeling a tear slip down your face a hand grabbed it

“Whats wrong?” Harry’s mother asked as she stood with you

“Are you not happy that your getting married?” Your mother asked as she stood on the other side of you with a confused look

“No. No. Im just really happy that i get to marry someone i love.” You said smiling

“Harry’s going to fall over when he see’s your beauty walk down the Isle” gemma said as she smiled taking a photo of you and your mother’s

A knock at the door was heard and soon your fathers came in along with your brother’s, and zayn, liam, louis and niall.

Harry’s band members had always been apart of your life so you both invited them to the wedding even though the band broke up a while ago

“Wow!” Louis said as he came to you and kissed your cheek and hugged you

You and harry always had a soecial bond with louis so you made him the best man of the wedding

You smiled at him as the others came to you giving you hugs and compliments

“Let’s get this started ay?” Zayn said as he smiled at you

You nodded and soon you began your way down to the doors leading to the backyard (more of a forest) where you would officially become Mrs styles

The boys and girls went ahead and got there selves ready and then went gemma’s girls and your brother’s little boy with the rings

“Ready?” You father asked as you looked at him and linked your arms together

“Ready as ill ever be!” You said smiling causing him to smile

The music began to play signeling you to start walking

As you walked through everyone stood up, you could see your family’s and friend’s all smiling and crying

And then your focus met harry’s.

All you could see was the love of your life, his beautiful figure had a black tux on and his hair styled the way you liked it.

 all your nerves and worries suddenly went out the door as you made it to the end of the walk way.

“Love you” you father said as he kissed your cheek and placed your hand in harry’s

“You look beautiful” harry whispered to you

“You dont look to bad yourself” you grinned at harry causing him to smirk

“Ladies and gentleman today we ar-” you zoned the priest out and looked at harry as he looked at you

You smiled at him causing him to smlie back with his dimpled smile you loved

“Now for the vow’s. Y/n, would you like to go first?” The priest asked you smiled and nodded

“We all know im not good at this so bear with me” you said causing everyone including harry to laugh

Taking a breath you smiled at harry

“You are my best friend. I love you with all my heart and stand here before all of our friends and family, sharing the happiest day of my life. I want nothing more than to share my future with you – my triumphs and my challenges, my joys and my sorrows. Together, I know we can accomplish the life we both dream of living. I promise to love you as much as I love my credit card and not hold your poor fashion sense against you. I will only show you my new clothes during commercial breaks and promise to keep you in the latest Cub fashions. From this day forward, I will make sure your lucky shirt is washed for every game day, and will have plenty of potato chips on hand. I will love you for richer or poorer, as long as our credit limit stays high.
I, y/n, take you, harry, to be my awful wedded husband, to have and to scold, from this day fast forwarded for better but not worse, for richer, and poorer, forget sickness only in health, to loathe and to cherish, till suspicious death do we part.”

Everyone laughed and cried at your spech/vow and you could see your father and harrys laughing along with harry

“Y/f/n y/l/n, from this day forward I promise to be worth it. Worth the time. Worth the trip. Worth the energy. Worth the embarrassment. Worth your love. I promise that you will always count. You will always come first, and of course, if you don’t for whatever reason, I will buy you some shoes. From the moment you entered my world, you have filled it with life, colour and energy like never before … like kool-aid in a mud puddle … or a cupcake in a salad … or a rose garden in a junk yard. You are my rose, y/f/n y/l/n, and I promise to devote my life to being your dirt.
I, harry, promise to count every penny that comes into our grasp, and account for it using two-column ledgers and everything your accountant has done previously. I promise to love you, y/n, unconditionally, in sickness and in health, till death do us part, even when you feel the need to accessorize with $400 shoes.”

Harry’s speach/vow caused you to laugh and cry along with everyome else

“The ring’s” the priest said as your brothers son handed you the ring’s having harry shake his hair in a pat

Sliding the rings on each other you smiled happily with wide grins on your faces

“I now pronouce you husband and wife, you may jow kis-” the priest didnt even get to finish his sentence before harry had you dipped and your lips attached to his

This of course made everyone laugh and cheer as loud as they could

Steadying you on your feet harry smiled at you as he grabbed your hand and you made your way out the door and into the car

*****************
Arriving at the venue harry helped you out the car and held your hand in his as you were cheered and flowers were thrown on you as you made your way to the seats

As everyone got seated your family along with harry’s stood up and gave a small speach and then sang a song causing you and harry to groan and laugh

After the emotional speach from your parent’s and gemma, louis stood up to the stage along with the rest of the boy’s

“Hello?” Niall said into the mike causing everyone to laugh

“Ah its working…ah…okay so we would like to make a speach or toast whatever you prefer to the newly married couple” niall said holding his glass up as he said

Liam stepped up to the mike as they all looked lost causing you and harry to laugh

“We are the groomsmen and best man of the bride and groom. We are here today to celebrate the love that pur two best friend’s share” liam started out causing you to smile

“I met harry in high school. He got an A. I got a D. It was great.” Louis said causing everyone to laugh

“Ive had an amazing bond with harry and y/n and ive known them all my life. Ive watched them grow and learn. I mean I’ve even watched harry constantly practice in the mirror of how he was going to ask y/n out.” One again you laughed a little to loudly as what louis said

“I’ve known y/n and harry for 5 years now and let me tell you it absolutely horror when they are together” zayn Said making everyone laugh including you and harry

“Weve know known harry and y/n for about 6 or 7 years now?” Niall asked as he looked at you and harry causing you to nod

“I wouldn’t know seeing as its been torture having them around all those years.” Niall said causing you to laugh

“All and all though. We’re exstreamly proud at how far the couple have come in life.” Liam said

“I mean they got married before any of us so that’s and achievement” louis butted in causing you to laugh

“Were greatful for having you both be two of our very best mate’s and were so pleased to be a part or not only your wedding night but your life. We honestly couldn’t have asked for a better woman to be a part of all our lives and are greatful for her advice when we dont know how to deal with our own women.” Liam said causing everyone to laugh

“We love you t/n!!” They all yeleld making you smile and blow them a kiss

“And as for harry its been great having you mate.” They said with no emotion and went to walk off the stage

“Hey!” Harry said with fakr hurt causing everyone to laugh

“Nah were joking hazza. We love you with all out heart and its been amazing to have you apart of not onky our lives but the band. Speaking of ehich i think we have one alst song to sing right?” Louis asked causing harry to mod amd kisss you and walk on stage

“Woah, were do i start hey” harry said as he stood in front of the mike causing everyone to laugh

“Let me just say that i am truly thankful for you all in being a a part of mine and my wife’s, y/n, journey and thank you for being a part of our wedding night. Y/n, baby i want to say thank you for making me the happiest man alive and for putting up with all my crap. I realize that I’ve never really shown my love to you so im going to do it tonight in the only way i know how and that’s through song. Please give it up for my mates and for my beautiful wife!” Harry said causing everyone to cheer

“This song is called 18 and its dedicated to the love of my life, y/n.”

( https://youtu.be/VRpzJabYlQQ )

Throughout the whole song harry’s eyes never left your’s as he sung to you with so much love and passion

At the end of the song you were in tears, happy tears. Clapping you ran to harry and kissed him causing him to wrap his arms around you and kiss you back smiling

“I love you” harry said grinning at you

“I love you too” you said smiling and scrunching your nose as he kissed it causing him to laugh.

Throughout the whole night Laugher and cheer was shared along with passion and love and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Fluffy, bf Dean x reader? - God I love this gif. *my heart* I’m so sorry about this, by the way. This got away from me a little bit.


20 Questions

Your house was quiet as you sat up next to Dean and looked down at his half-asleep form. It wasn’t often that you got to see him, but when you did you made the most of it. He looked up at you and gave you a serious look, then adjusted his position slightly to give you more room. Those eyes were so beautiful and you found it hard to put your thoughts together when you looked into them.

“Penny for your thoughts,” He said quietly, causing you to snap out of your trance. You gave him a small smile as you sat with your legs criss-crossed, the fallen bed sheet exposing your chest to him. You were so comfortable around him.

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Loved Me Back To Life Pt 3

Baby Ackles on the way, the reader stays with Jay so that he can be there for every mile stone. The time comes and when she goes into labor it couldn’t have been a more awesome place to happen.

Jensen Ackles and Wife!Reader

FLUFFY!! Child birth, just all around adorable

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               The week went by quickly, just being with our families and our friends. We started packing for the trip up to Vancouver again, Gen told me it was ok for me to go, but I still felt guilty for leaving her alone. She then reminded me that she was with Jared with her first and second pregnancies. We had to get up early in the morning to fly out. On the last night in Austin we were snuggled on the couch music playing in the background.

              We talked about everything and anything under the sun, it was still so shocking that we had gotten together and now had our first child on the way. I was so lucky to have this amazing man in my life. “Penny for your thoughts?” “Thinking about how blessed I am” He wrapped his arms tighter around me, sighing at the relaxed feeling I felt just being around him.

              We must have fallen asleep for the next thing I heard was our alarm going off. I groaned and just snuggled deeper into Jay. “We gotta get up baby” “No” I whined. He just chuckled and got up pulling me with him. I hated flying, the jet lag always affected me differently than the boys. I put on a pair of yoga pants and Jay’s hoodie for the long trip.

              Once we reached the airport, we quickly made it to our gate and loaded quickly. I was feeling queasy and asked for a caffeine free coke to help. After I started feeling better I put my head in the crook of his neck and quickly fell asleep. I felt a hand going through my hair and humming a Beatles song keeping me relaxed.

              I woke up the next morning to an empty bed and wondered if I had dreamt it all. Then the smells of breakfast wafted in my bedroom and of course my stomach rumbled. I slipped out of bed and went downstairs to see Jensen in a pair of low hanging sweatpants, no shirt and barefoot. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around him enjoying the body heat radiating from him. “Good morning baby! Hungry?” “Of course! I am eating for two now”

              He turned around and just watched me with a look of pure happiness and pure contentment. “I love it that I finally get to call you mine and now your carrying our child in that beautiful body of yours” He kissed me on the forehead and ordered me to go sit down on the couch. I found the perfect spot and snuggled into it, happily waiting for breakfast that my husband was making me.

              My pregnancy was going well so far, I was four months and had a good bump going. When Jensen was home he always had some contact with that bump. There was nothing he didn’t do, he sang, he told stories or he would stare and enjoy the small kicks the baby was showing. Jay and I had already decided that the next appointment we would find out what sex the baby was going to be.

              I was five months at my next appointment and were really excited to find out what we were having. I knew my leg was shaking, it was something I did when I was nervous. Jay was running late with filming but I knew he would be here when he could. He hadn’t come yet when I was called back, but I wouldn’t be mad, I completely understood. Just as she put the gel on my stomach, he came busting in breathing heavily.

              I giggled at the fact that he was still wearing his Dean outfit. “Jay, slow down ok?” “I wanted to be here” Once he calmed down enough, the nurse started running the wand over my stomach. I could hear the heartbeat and immediately started tearing up, Jensen held my hand and running the other hand through my hair. “It looks like you are having a girl”

              I looked over and saw the tears in his eyes, happy that we would have a little girl that would have him wrapped around her little finger. She wiped the gel off, making a dvd and printing out pictures for us to keep. He helped me sit up grasping my face with unshed tears in his eyes. “I hope you’re as happy as I am” “Are you kidding? I love it that we’re going to have a mini you running around the house” He kissed me sweetly and helped me off the table, I went back home, and he went back to work.

Jensen POV

              I drove back to the set tears spilling out of my eyes at thought of having a little girl to be joining our growing family. I pulled into work, getting a text from y/n letting me know that she had gotten home and couldn’t wait to see me tonight. I walked back on to set, looking for Jared and Misha to tell them the great news. I finally found them in the food tent, joking around as usual. “Hey Jay! How was the appointment?” “It’s a girl! I’m so happy right now I could burst”

              I got hugs and pats, everyone excited for the new supernatural princess coming soon. We got back to work hoping to get things done early today. All I wanted was to do was go home and spend time with my girls. So, we buckled down getting things done quickly, heading home when the guys asked if they could bring pizza over to our house to celebrate. I quickly agreed and sent y/n a text and got a reply asking how I knew that was her craving. I let her know I was on my way home and got into my car.

Reader POV

              When I had gotten home, I put on comfortable clothes and snuggled on the couch, wearing one of Jay’s hoodies. I must have fallen asleep, I could hear my phone buzzing. I stretched and looked to see that he had asked me if pizza was okay for tonight with a certain moose and angel. I agreed quickly and got up to run some water over my face.

              I heard the door open and heard three sets of footsteps, I went back downstairs excited to see my boys. Of course, they went to my favorite place. While Jay set the table I grabbed the beers and a coke for me. The entire night we ate, we drank, and we celebrated the new addition to the family. Once the boys had left I fell back on the couch rubbing my belly happy and full.

              At seven months, I went to work with Jay, I was having issues with my blood pressure so he wanted me with him so he could keep an eye on me. I did have a surprise for him today, I had made an appointment for someone to bring a machine that let the fathers feel the kicks for themselves. The woman had arrived on time getting it set up. I knew Jay had his lunch now, so I sent him a text and waited for him to come.

              I heard the door open, seeing my loving husband come in and wonder what was going on. “If you could sit next to your wife Mr. Ackles” She put the shell on my expanded stomach and then attached to the one on Jens stomach. Once everything was together, the baby started kicking in which Jay could feel it as well. “Wow! This is amazing y/n/n” “I knew you would like it, I wanted you to feel what I feel” “I love you so much”

              Once it was time to head back from lunch, I thanked the woman profusely for coming out. All she asked was for a picture with her favorite singer, in which I happily agreed. I must have fallen asleep, when I woke up I found Jensen in bed with me fast asleep. I ran my hand through his hair making him sigh in contentment. I snuggle into him and fell back asleep, he was the best pillow I could ever ask for.

              When I reached eight months, we went to the season thirteen wrap party. I wasn’t feeling well at all but I didn’t want to miss out on the festivities. Once we made it there, we walked around and talked to everyone. I was feeling uncomfortable so I went for a walk, and ended up in Dean’s room in the bunker. I sat down trying to feel better but when I felt my water break then I knew it wasn’t Braxton hicks. I sent an urgent text to Jay, hoping he would get to me in time. He was faster than I gave him credit for, but when he tried to help me up a contraction shot through me.

              The paramedics were called, but I couldn’t move, my contractions were too close together. The paramedics had arrived and confirmed that it wasn’t safe enough to move me and that she was on her way already. “Really? It couldn’t skip a generation” Jay just chuckled and kissed me on the side of the head. Once they told me it was time to push, I gave every ounce of energy I could. Jensen was so strong giving me the strength I needed. “Ok Mrs. Ackles one more push”

              I put everything into it and soon heard the cries of our little girl. I collapsed against Jay as they laid her on my chest. “Hey beautiful” “Baby you did so good, thank you” I looked down at her and could see Jensen completely in her. From her beautiful green eyes to her dirty blonde hair, she was perfect and she was ours.

              Once we made it to the hospital, they cleaned her up and brought her back to us. “I was thinking, how about Jaclyn Rose?” “That’s beautiful” When she grasped his hand just watching him with wonder. “Welcome to the world Jaclyn Rose” I fell asleep that way with my husband and my daughter feeling blessed to have this amazing family.

Stuck to this Corner Like a Streetlight

A/N: I’ve been obsessed with bakery AUs lately and I really wanted to write one! Feedback/constructive criticism is always encouraged! Hope you enjoy! This is so long I’m so sorry!

Things you should know: 1. I’ve never been to NYC in my life. So, I don’t know how streets work up there. Is 34th and Melso Street even a place? Probably not. Is it five blocks down from the Richard Rodgers? Hell no. 2. I do a very poor job of explaining ITH 3. I have nothing against Vanessa

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Pairing: Lin x reader

Summary: You bake cupcakes for Lin’s opening nights and he gives you tickets to the show. It’s enough until it isn’t.

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You and Lin-Manuel Miranda had a friendship that came about in a unique way. It all started back in 2008.

March 5, 2008

You had just opened your bakery on the corner of 34th and Melso Street. You were beyond happy; opening a bakery was a lifelong dream of yours. Your bakery, “Cupquakes,” had only been open for three weeks, and business was booming; you already had ten orders. But the order made on March 5 was the one that you’ll never forget.

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anonymous asked:

Yutaba idea for you! Write about them taking about their moms, pls? Thank you and have a wonderful day! :3

damn anon that’s a quality prompt with quality timing, happy early mother’s day everyone

/Sayuris harder 

Let’s get going! Under the cut as usual. 

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To Understand; To Love // BamBam

Pairing: Bam Bam x Reader

Genre: Sad, fluff

Summary; You let your insecurities overwhelm you to the point of hating yourself more than ever. Fortunatly, BamBam refuses to let you think that way - and he shows you just how beautiful and perfect you are to him.

Please note also that there are mentions of slight eating disorders which may be triggering to some readers. Please be healthy and love your bodies no matter what!

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C’est La Vie

Requested: Could someone write this? Angsty muggle au in which James and Lily are young parents who are struggling a bit, so they have to work like two jobs or something like that. And they can’t afford things like family outing, or new clothes, or many toys for Harry. Lily is exhausted and sick of her job. And whenever James has to pick up Harry from daycare, other parents judge him because he is so young. But Harry doesn’t care because he only knows he has a wonderful family that love him very much.

James Potter is aware he looked a bit wrecked as he entered the daycare. It didn’t help that he’d been turned down for the big promotion at work, again. The boss resented him, his competition jaded him, and such was life. James had something more important than a job he hated; he had a son he loved.

Their stares are evident as he picks Harry up from the daycare. The woman at the front desk always looked him up and down with scathing eyes. The girls taking care of the children always whispered to each other, giggles not shy, as he took his son away from the many toys the daycare offered. The prettiest girl always made sure to offer him a suggestive smile as he placed their tip in a jar on the crayon infested tables.

They thought he was young, foolish, and less than capable of parenting the boy he held in his arms.

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Trust In Me

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Trust In Me

Something was wrong.

Jay couldn’t exactly put his finger on it, but something was most definitely wrong. Most of the time when he got back from his tour you two were inseparable. But this time, it was almost impossible for him to see you. You were canceling dates, not answering the phone, never home, and on top of that when he finally did manage to get a hold of you, you would just pass out from being so tired.

He couldn’t concentrate and focus on work. Not when there might be something wrong with you.

“Hyung, you’re losing it. She’d never cheat on you.” Hyuk Woo sighed, watching Jay pace back and forth.

“Then where has she been?” He’d been by your job and almost every time you were out. Every time he’d knock on your apartment he was met with absolute silence and on top of it all, you felt emotionally distant.

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Prompt: “You/Bones, but bones doesn’t see it coming thinking you’re interested in Jim, but really the two of you just giggle about Bones affectionately over what may be Chekov’s confiscated moonshine” - Anon

Word Count: 2,371

Warnings: A lot of cursing, which was totally an accident, honest -.-“

 

Author’s Note: This ended up being a little bit more angsty than I was anticipating, but all in all I think it wrapped up well. I was trying to create a really head-strong and ballsy kind of reader, I hope they read that way. Enjoy <3

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Of Compromise and Shopping Carts

(Inspired by this post!)


Penny has seen a lot of surreal shit in her life, but none of it can hold a candle to Simon and Baz at Tesco.

The last time she’d shopped with them had been almost 5 years ago, before the boys got a flat together. She didn’t remember them being particularly embarrassing then, but, obviously, things change.

“Uh, Baz,” she said, her eyes widening, “what do you think you’re doing?”

“What does it look like?” Baz replied, calmly climbing into the shopping cart. Simon held it to keep it from moving.

Penny stood there in shock, mute. Her brain, for the first time in 25 years, had short circuited.

Simon leaned forward over the handle of the cart, reading the list over Baz’s shoulder. Baz cleared his throat and pointed at the top item on the list. “Milk.”

Penny trailed behind them in a daze. Who, she thought, decided spending the week with them would be a good idea?

She felt people’s eyes on them, glancing at them with quick eyes. And why wouldn’t they? Baz and his gangly limbs wadded up in the cart, wearing pressed Yves Saint Laurent trousers, directing Simon like a conductor.

They were halfway through the list when it became very obvious why, exactly, Baz was in the cart.

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