Prompts: 13-”If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”, 106-”Stop being so cute.”
Summary: Reader accidentally finds out that she’s a witch and has a conversation about it with her boyfriend Klaus.
The times were hard for Mikaelsons. Every supernatural being in the city was turning against them and the enemies seeking revenge were emerging from every corner of the world.
So once weird things had started to happen to me I had decided to keep it to myself rather than bothering Klaus with it. I still hoped that maybe I was just being paranoid, but the hope was slowly leaving me as more unexplainable stuff was happening.
I love it when customers just throw their cards at me without a word. So I gotta ask how many tickets they want ("One ticket?") and they roll their eyes ("No, I need two, duh") as if I were stupid. I'm sorry I didn't develop telepathy and guessed that this man five meters away was with you. It must be very inconvenient to you.
“Here’s your one ticket.”
“I needed two.”
“I’m sorry did you tell me two”
“Um…no it should be obvious I needed two.”
“Yeah, here’s your one ticket. If you need another one you will have to return to the line. NEXT PERSON IN LINE PLEASE!”
It had been a few days since your encounter with the superhero Spider-man. You wanted to stop thinking about him but that was next to impossible as your sister brought him up every second of every day. And today, yet again she had dragged you along on one of her stupid chases, thankfully this time it was in daylight.
Fumbling with the zipper on your jacket you faintly listened to your sister going on about how Spider-man was seen fighting near the cafe a few streets away. You swore this girl had a death wish. "Do we have to chase this guy, your gonna get yourself killed one day ya know.“
"Didn’t ask you to come.” She reminded you, muttering her words in a mocking tone. "Someone has to be the responsible sibling around here.“ You mocked back causing her to turn around and send you a glare. You ignored her harsh stare and continued walking along the pavement, occasionally kicking rocks to the side in your boredom.
A loud bang caught both you and your sisters attention as you look up from the pavement, mouth almost hitting the ground at the sight in front of you. There, a few meters away stood Spider-man as he battled the villain the green goblin. Just great. Your idiotic sister squealed as she pulled out her phone, taking photos of Spider-man in action on her phone, but you knew better than to be so stupid. Grabbing her arm roughly you began pulling her away from the scene so you both wouldn’t be injured or worse from being so close to the mess. "What are you doing?!” She whined in protest as she tried to claw away from your grip.
Anger flooded throughout your body as you tightened your grip on her arm. “Are you stupid! Do you want to die?! We need to get out of here alright, for once in your life listen to me!" Something in her snapped as she nodded her head in understanding, starting to follow you away from the scene without you having to drag her. Guilt seemed to have consumed her as she sulked next to you as you walked away. "I’m sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean to put us in danger."
"It’s alright it’s just. You have a brain, you’re really smart but when you pull stunts like that I just…I just don’t understand how you can become so foolish. I’m supposed to be the younger sister, you’re meant to be looking out for me. It’s like you just don’t care." You ranted, letting all the thoughts you’d kept inside for so long now be heard. Looking down at the pavement in sorrow your sister responded quietly. "I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you felt that way."
Letting out a sigh starting to feel bad for the way you yelled at her previously you stopped your movements to pull her into a hug. "It’s alright. I’m just glad we’re safe now." She wrapped her arms around you in return which shocked you, you both hadn’t hugged since you were kids. "Thanks sis."
Later that night you heard knocking coming from your bedroom window causing you to jump in your place. Thinking it was just a bird you got up and opened the curtains to shoo it away, but you’re met with a different scenario. There outside your window was Spider-man. What the heck was he doing here? Opening the window to let him inside you wasted no time in asking."What are you doing here?"
"Why hello to you too Y/N." He laughed at your introduction before landing on your carpeted floor with a slight thud. "Oh how very funny. Seriously though, what the heck are you doing here?"
Scratching his head he cleared his throat before answering in a nervous tone. "I saw you today…near my fight with the goblin. I-I just, wanted to make sure you were okay." Immediately feeling guilty for your outburst you felt your heart sink, why were you so rude to him when you were obviously developing feelings for him? Playing with the ends or your sweater you avoided his gaze as you looked at the ground. "Oh…that’s really nice of you. Thank you. Sorry for interrogating you it’s just…it's been a rough day."
"It’s alright. I guess it is kind of weird for me to show up so randomly." Chuckling at the end of his sentence you mindlessly responded. "Nah, I could get used to it."
Looking up at you evidently hearing your words, he tilted his head in confusion. "What?" Oh god did he hear me?! Panicking you quickly changed the topic. "Nothing. So how did you go today?"
"Goblins locked away for now, but who knows when he’ll get out next." He seemed frustrated at the later part as he sighed, rubbing his temples. Feeling sympathy for the superhero you placed a hand gently on his shoulder, feeling tingles course through your body at his touch and you’d wondered if he felt it too. "You’re really brave you know that?" He turned his head to face you, nodding his head at your words. "Someone’s gotta be."
"I was wandering…is their something I can call you, like a first name?" You asked hopefully, you wanted to put a name to the brave and kind boy you’d grown to care for so suddenly. "Peter…you can call me Peter."
Smiling widely at his answer you felt butterflies swarming in your stomach. You couldn’t help but feel special that he trusted you enough to tell you his name. "I like it. Hopefully one day i’ll meet the boy under the mask.”
The fast trench-digging vehicle BTM-3 is designed to dig defensive and communication trenches in soils of up to IV type. The BTM consists of the basis vehicle and digging equipment. A heavy artillery prime-mover was used as the vehicle basis. When the vehicle is moving in transport mode, the gear box provides five gears for forward movement and one for backward. As soon as the vehicle starts digging trenches speed is decreased.
The BTM can dig trenches in curves with a minimum radius of 25 m. The vehicle can switch from transport mode to operating (digging) mode in 10 minutes. When digging at 3rd gear, the BTM can approximately dig an 800 meter long man-sized trench in one hour.
“Miller was clearly on edge and he’d shot four people. Holden was increasingly frightened of the former cop. As if reading his mind, Miller stepped close, the two-meter man towering over him where he sat. Miller smiled ruefully, his eyes unnervingly gentle. Holden would almost have preferred they be threatening.” -James S.A. Corey, Leviathan Wakes.
My phobia of the ocean is so bad that I can’t look at photos of the ocean, photos of underwater, and VIDEOS OF THE OCEAN/UNDERWATER without feeling immensely panicked/anxious/fidgety.
I have never met anyone with the same fear as me and its really frustrating. I know why I have a phobia of it, but I don’t understand why my brain decided it wanted to choose that out of all things to be overwhelmingly scared of.
I just was casually on Youtube when a trailer for a new movie came on, and I instantly was sent into an anxious mood, once I saw a cage in the ocean and a girl in the water. A shark.
Nope. No thanks. Boats come attached to the fear of the ocean. Imagine fucking sinking in the ocean.
A/N: I blame Jacob for being an adorable fuck. I feel kind of bad though, I think I played Evie more than Jacob.
This definitely wasn’t your idea of fun, you sighed, lazily glaring at the twins from under your lashes. They were fighting about something or other, Henry awkwardly staring to the side attempting to break them up. He was doing quite well, at least until Jacob or Evie would add some snide comment then it’d start up again. You were forced to come here, to watch over the two of them. If you had any other choice, you would’ve taken it in a heartbeat. Alas, this was your punishment, to watch over the two stray Fryes.
Why they’d decided to leave on a whim and hitch a train to London, you had no idea, and honestly, you didn’t have much care to know. You were just here to do your job and hopefully earn some of the trust you had lost after your last mission. In truth, you hadn’t technically lost any, you’d just taken the fall for another. A stupid choice, now that you think of it, but you can’t change the past. So now you were forced to listen to the twins fight nonstop over who’s idea it was to get to this point.
It was both of theirs, that much you’d learn in the first 10 seconds. You were quite sure Henry had as well, but he betrayed nothing, his honest arguments calming the twins down more and more. It’d been like this for the past week, the two of them practically losing their heads when they discovered why you were there. Evie had been the perfect Assassin, not failing at a single mission and not compromising the Creed in any way. She’d been rather eager to show off her abilities, something she had every right to do.
Jacob on the other hand, he’d been a handful. He ran off every chance he got, leaving you in the dust the second you tried to evaluate him. You’d had to chase him more than once, often warning him of his actions, but he didn’t seem deterred in the least. In fact, he seemed to almost enjoy it, laughing joyfully while you chased him all across the city. It was not, in any interpretation of the word, fun. You glared down at his black, leather boots as he walked toward you, the tap of his feet hitting wood fading when he took a seat next to you.
“So, are you ready to return to your home yet?” He asked, removing the black, shiny hat atop his head.
“I wish.” You breathed, shifting yourself so your head resting in his lap, eyes staring up at him. He froze, looking down with a raised brow.
“What are you doing?” He questioned, hands held awkwardly in the air like he wasn’t quite sure what to do.
“You’ve made my life hell for the past week, I think you can handle being my damn pillow for the next five minutes.” His lips twitched, his amusement sparking your own. Okay, so maybe Jacob wasn’t THAT terrible. But you still didn’t like it when he made you chase him around the streets of London or when he made you sit and drink with him in some random pub for hours. Okay, maybe that wasn’t AS bad as you made it seem.
“Jacob Frye, Assassin and pillow.” He smirked, a small chuckle escaping his lips.
“You’ve got to admit, it’s got a nice ring to it.” You laughed, crossing your arms over your chest as you did so.
“Hey, it’s better than (Y/N) (Y/L/N), watcher of the Fryes.” You rolled your eyes good naturedly, smacking his chest lightly for dramatics.
“More like governess of the Fryes.”
“Ouch,” Jacob winced theatrically, “That kind of talk can really ruin a man’s reputation.”
“Oh yes, I’m sure the whole of London would be devastated to hear that the notorious Jacob Frye,” you gasped, “Has a governess!”
“The whole bloody city would fail.” He smiled, resting one hand so it lightly brushed through the roots of your hair.
“Ah, but I think you already had one before I arrived.” You joked.
“Greenie?” He questioned. You raised a brow, biting your lip to stifle a laugh.
“Greenie?” Your voice nearly cracked, the laugh threatening to burst out at any moment. He nodded seriously, looking curiously to you. You couldn’t hold it in any longer, releasing a long bout of laughter. “First Freddie now Greenie? Must you add ‘ie’ to everything?” He shrugged, chuckling lowly.
“Where’s the fun in calling them their boring, old names?”
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because it’s their names,” you sassed, stretching out your limbs. Your muscles and bones groaned in delight, the feeling of laxness so satisfying. “How would you like it if I called you Jakey?” You questioned, sticking your tongue out at him like a child.
“Jakey? Really?” He didn’t look the slightest bit impressed with the nickname, both brows raised.
“Yes, Jakey, it’s really quite a wonderful name.” You giggled, relaxing once more in his hold. After a moment of contemplation, he nodded.
“On one condition, I get to choose your name.” You paused for a minute, not entirely sure if he should be given the privilege. God forbid he choose something as horrid as ‘Greenie’. But to call him Jakey? Especially in front of the Rooks? In front of Evie? You nodded quickly, smiling up at him.
“How about she-devil?” He asked, the hand not in your hair holding his chin up in thought.
“Hurtful.” You chided.
“No, no, too evil. What is that fruit you like?” He began snapping his fingers, tapping it against his head every few minutes. You were about to say something when he laughed. “Pumpkin, that’s it!”
“You’re going to call me pumpkin?” You inquired, lips straight and brow raised.
“Why, of course, pumpkin.” He looked much too smug in your opinion. With an eye roll, you lifted yourself up, barely pressing your lips to the underside of his jaw. Even with that small brush of lips against skin, electricity skittered down your spine. It was intoxicating. He froze on contact, his Adam’s apple bobbing at the action.
“Goodnight, Jakey.” You added, your voice sweeter than sugar. His eyes watched you closely as you retreated back into another cart of the train, your mind finally seeming to register what you’d done. You’d kissed him. Not on the lips, and not exactly romantically, but still, it was a kiss. That was definitely not part of the job description. Your feet were moving on their own accord, their fast pace nothing compared to your racing heart.
That was not professional in any sense of the word. And wasn’t that what you were supposed to be? Professional? But you couldn’t be blamed for that one, not really. He’d brought it on with all his flirting and charming. Nope, not your fault, his, definitely his. But did he mind what you’d done? Too bad you were out of earshot to hear his sweet, soft murmur of, “Goodnight, pumpkin.”
Legs tangled on each other, sweet words being spoken, pleasing touches
being shared. A sweet kiss that represented the love this two people
shared, she moved from the bed putting some pajama pants on to start her
day, he took her hand in between his rough ones and kissed the palm
never breaking eye contact with the woman in front of him before pulling
her closer to him.
She wasn’t supposed to be there, she was supposed to be at work until
late. Helping some of the old men trying to close business with Mexico,
her being the translator and later coming home to watch another episode
of one of the many TV shows she gets obsessed with while eating some
chips but no, the meeting was cancelled and still wearing her office
clothes and sleek stilettos she went to the club. A happy face in her
face, two six packs for the boys and a lot of chips filling the bags
that she was holding in between her fingers.
She walked slowly maintaining the weight from the bags before opening
the door with her hip, she was so in deep with her happiness she didn’t
notice the thick air at first but Gemma gave her the most alarming look
she ever saw, she looked at the scene in front of her not even a meter
away a man stood pointing a gun at Clay, another two pointing two guns
at Chibs and Tig and finally another two pointing guns at Jax and Opie.
Her legs trembled at the sight in front of her, the man pointing at Jax
looking at her for just a second too long scanning her. She knew him, it
had been too long since she was part of the small dangerous town lifestyle
but that man looking at her smiled wickedly, looking in between Jax and
her. The blonde man fuming at the sight in front of him, for the first
time since this situation started he wanted the attention back to him, the
other man pushed Jax to the front pointing now not one but two guns,
she couldn’t hear the negotiation or the words leaving Gemma’s lips she
could only see the shaky hand holding a gun to his old man’s head. The
minute the man moved a little to harsh for her taste she was in front of
Jax, protecting him.
She didn’t hear the shot, she only focused her sight on the hand holding
the gun, it shaking more than it did before. Her old man’s scent filled
her nostrils for a few seconds, she heard noises around but she
couldn’t distinguish them, somebody was holding her and she finally
realized she fell to the ground, thick blood running through her
torso, falling to her legs. She looked at Jax holding her face saying
something she couldn’t make out, she put her hand up touching his soft
“I love you” she said looking at him or at least she thinks she did
because she can’t make up the words in her brain or be completely aware
of her surroundings. She was gone.
Harry Styles - 1555 words (Requested by anon) ”Don’t want to go back to that place, but don’t have no choice, no way.” —————————————————————————————————-
“Isn’t he home
yet?” I ask my little brother, passing through the living room to get something
to eat in the kitchen, stopping momentarily in the doorway to await his answer.
I whistle when I don’t, his head snapping up towards me as he refocuses his
gaze on me instead of the television. “What?”
“I asked if your dad was home yet.” I lean my whole body weight against the
door frame, my brother’s eyes darting from his phone back to me as he stalls
his answer. “No, not that I know of. What time is it?” I groan as I step back
into the living room, my eyes scanning upwards to the clock above the open
door, reading four past one AM.
mum?” He asks again as I start to make my way to the cabinet where we keep all
the sweet goodies, my hands digging through the packages as my head comes from
behind the cabinet to give my brother his answer. “She’s asleep I think.
Upstairs at least.” The house is eerily quiet, the only sound resonating from
the television which is showing cartoon after cartoon. I decide to join my
brother, letting my heavy body fall down onto the soft sofa with a thud as I
groan from impact.
I can hear
the back door rumble and I know my stepdad is home. I know tomorrow morning I
will wake up to a fight once again, because for one my mum likes to make some
drama, and two he was really late this time. I pull the blanket up higher
towards my nose as my brother shimmies out from underneath it, brushing his
jeans off before turning towards me. “I’m grabbing a drink, want anything?” I
mumble a no, shaking my head at the same time as I avert my attention back
towards the television. We both knew, well I did more than my brother did, that
we were supposed to leave my stepdad alone whenever he went out for ‘a drink’.
He’d come home completely wasted and whenever someone said anything bad to him,
he’d either go completely insane and throw every cuss word in the book at your
head, or when you were less lucky.. you’d get a slap.
I hear him
mumble something towards my brother and a deep rumbling laugh leaves his lips,
my eyes already rolling in their sockets as you hear the alcohol laced through
his slurred voice. “Where’s y/n?” I hear his voice again and my brother mumbles
something in return, before he appears back in my line of vision with a bottle
of soda in one of his hands. “That bad?” I mouth and he rolls his eyes, nodding
his head before sitting down next to me again. “Boy, come ‘ere for a second!”
His laughter has subsided at it sounds like anger, my eyes glaring at my
brother to see what he was about to do. He shrugs his shoulders and stands to
his feet, my own body following swiftly in his steps as I push the blanket off
of me. I stay in the living room though, my head peeking past the door frame to
see my stepdad fuming and pointing towards something on the table.
“I told you
to clean this up, boy. Why don’t you ever listen?!” His voice booms through the
house and I know now for a fact that if my mum was asleep in the first place,
she’d be awake now. I take a few steps towards the scenery, stopping in the
hallway as I hear the padding of feet above me. My mum’s sleepy head hangs over
the railing, giving me a questioning look as I motion my head towards the
kitchen. “Again?” my mum whispers and I nod my head, stepping towards the
kitchen to show that I was present as well. Normally whenever he’d see me he’d
stop his tirade, and I never understood why.
ungrateful little shit! Never once you do anything around here!” My stepdad’s
voice booms towards my brother and I see his defensive, yet frigid stance as I
walk closer. “Please, stop fighting. It’s the middle of the night.” The first
words out of my mouth are spoken and open in to the air, my stepdad’s glare
redirecting itself towards me. “I didn’t ask you to say anything now, did I?”
I roll my eyes as I pull my brother away from him, out of his reach for if anything
were supposed to happen but I’m met with the reaction of him pulling my brother’s
other arm. “Leave the boy ‘ere, I’m not done with him.”
“Oh yes you
are. Go to sleep on the sofa and talk about this in the morning.” I bite, still
as polite as I can be in this situation. Things take a turn for the worst
though when my stepdad’s hand raises to slap my brother across the cheek, but I
push him away quickly and take his place. “Don’t you fucking dare hitting him!”
I glare at the two meter tall man, his eyes narrowed into slits as well before
a punch that harsh pushed me back against the radiator, a framed picture
smashing against my shoulder at the impact.
The room is
dead silent, his eyes boring into mine as his anger subsides and realization sets
in. “Oh no, I am so sorry, I –“ I stand back to my full height, wincing as I
feel a sharp shot of pain run through my shoulder, but keeping my defensive
stance still. “Save your bullshit and do something with your life, you piece of
shit.” I hiss out as I push past him towards the hallway, my mum staring at me
with deer in the headlights eyes, but I ignore her and my brother as they both
huddle around me while I try to get my coat off of the rack. “Where are you
going?” My mum mumbles quickly and I brush her off, giving my brother a wink
before turning towards her.
I’m not planning on staying here one minute longer or I actually might murder
him mum. Fix your own problems please.” I shake my head lightly as I open the
front door, slipping through the small crack and leaving the mess I call a home
behind. I’m not sure if I’m filled with anger, sorrow or sadness right now but
I have to call someone to stay the night. I can’t wander around the streets of
London, not with it almost being near freezing temperatures right now. My
fingers swiftly tap on the screen of my smartphone, calling the one person who
I knew would be awake and willing to help.
you alright?” Harry’s worried voice rings through my ears as his front door
opens, his large left hand pulling me inside and into the warm, cozy flat he’d
spent his days in. I shrug my shoulders, wincing again as I feel the same pain
in my shoulder I did half an hour ago when I was still at home. “Thank you for
letting me stay here, H. Much appreciated.” I smile at him, one hand resting on
his shoulder as I press my cold lips to his cheek as a thank you. He smiles at
me and motions for me to go to the kitchen, where a hot cup of tea is waiting
best friend every, I swear to god.” I shrug my coat off of my shoulders,
draping it over one of the seats before cupping my cup with both hands,
enjoying the warmth that seeps from it.
“Love, you’re bleeding.” Harry pushing my shoulder and this time I let out a
huff as I wince, his hands immediately leaving my body as he stares at me in
sympathy. “I fell against a frame, maybe some glass cut me.” I try to turn my
head but can’t see anything, Harry already wetting a rag in the sink before
coming closer again. “Hold still, I’ll clean it up for you.”
Harry, also for letting me stay here tonight.” I speak again, Harry dropping
the bloody towel in the bin before I follow him down the corridor. I have
already spent a few nights here, mostly because of the same outcome back home
earlier, and Harry every time let me stay in his guest room. Whenever he went
on tour, I’d get a spare key so I could clean the place a bit during his
absence and sleep in the guest room whenever things escalated and he wasn’t
around. “Let’s watch a film, I’m sure your adrenaline levels are too high for a
nap right now.” Harry smiles as he opens his bedroom door, motioning with his
head for me to get inside. As I make myself comfortable on his bed, pulling the
duvet over my legs, Harry opens Netflix and selects a movie I’ve never heard
of. He crawls in bed with me and his arm is draped over my shoulder, head resting
on his t-shirt clad chest.
takes me thirty minutes into the film before I feel my eyes drift closed, Harry’s
gentle, stable heartbeat lulling me to sleep and making me forget about world
war III going on back home.