Well, Apollo wasn’t buying it at first. He knew it was April Fools’ Day, and he could probably tell I was being dishonest with those eyes of his.
Trucy’s scream and the fake murder scene managed to fool him, but when she started acting possessed, he was more confused than scared.
Then he noticed Athena in the suit, jumped ten feet in the air, stared at us in shock while we laughed, and muttered, “I’m never cleaning the toilet here again” under his breath. After that, he stomped out with an angry, exasperated look on his face.
MJ: Oh man this shy boy wouldn’t know what to do with himself! He’d be so shocked by the kiss he’d probably just stare at you for a long time before processing what happened. He’d shyly look away but smile to himself, only to quickly peck you again.
“You’re so cute…”
Jinjin: He’d be kind of embarrassed at first. Though, being the natural flirt he is, he’d probably tease you about it a little. Noticing how embarrassed you got, would only make him want to tease you more, until he finally pulls you closer and kisses you once again.
“Here I thought you’d never kiss me… I’m glad you finally did.”
Eunwoo: Pretty boy here would be so sweet about the entire thing. He’d immediately kiss you back, resting his hand on your cheek and smiling a little against your lips. When you two pull away, he’d have the warmest smile on his face and look at you with absolute love in his eyes.
“That was really nice… Can we do it again?”
Moon Bin: You just made his day, no, maybe his life! Smiley boy here would’ve been dying to kiss you for so long, but was probably too worried about scaring you off. He’d maybe even do a little jump of happiness after you kiss him, only to hug you tightly and sway with you a little.
“I thought you wouldn’t want to kiss me, but I’m so glad I was wrong!”
Rocky: He’d really like the fact you made the first move; someone a little more dominant is really attractive to him. He’d pull you in by the waist after you pull away, proceeding to kiss you until your lips are swollen. Even then, he’d want t keep kissing you.
“Be careful, I might get addicted…”
Sanha: Has this baby even kissed before oh my gosh. He just wouldn’t know what to make of the entire situation. He’d awkwardly laugh and or squeak (maybe both) and turn cherry red, not knowing how else to react to the kiss. Though this doesn’t mean the kiss was a bad thing, simply he wasn’t prepared for it!
“Y/N, what was that all about…? Did I have something on my face?”
Mark’s heart raced as the hand came
closer. He tried getting away, but it seemed like the hand was coming right for
him. His eyes shut tight as the feeling of fingers surrounded him. The hand
didn’t even hesitate as it closed its grip, trapping Mark within. Abruptly, he
was brought out of the drawer and into the light.
“Well, what do we have here.” A voice boomed
above, shaking his core. The tiny looked up to be met by a large pair of blue
eyes. Jack looked down at him with a smile, but it wasn’t any smile Mark had
ever seen on the human’s face before.
Mark was shaking badly, Jack seemed to notice
because next thing he knew the grip around him tightened. The breath was
knocked out of him and suddenly he could barely breath.
“Never really thought about having a pet
before,” Jack mused to himself. Mark’s heart nearly stopped and not from the
pressure around his midsection.
“Could be interesting,” Sudden images of
himself in a cage flashed in Mark’s mind. He struggled against the grip as best
as he could, but the hand didn’t so much as flinch.
“Then again…” Mark stopped dead in his
struggles. Jack’s voice sounded almost bored now.
“I could care less,” and suddenly Mark was
Mark gasped as his body jolted. He sat up,
putting a hand to his chest. He took in gulps of air, the feeling of losing it
still clear in his mind, even if it hadn’t been real.
He ran a hand through his hair, staring down
at the makeshift bed. It was made up of tissues and bits of old cloth Mark had
collected and put into one big pile. Honestly, it was pretty comfortable.
Mark fell back, recalling his dream. He knew
he was going to have nightmares after the whole drawer incident. His body shook
as it recalled the feeling of the harsh grip.
Being caught was a scary thought in of itself,
but Mark could never decide on what was worse. Dying by a human or becoming one
of their pets.
It kind of scared him to recall how relieved he
felt while plummeting to his death.
Summary: The reader has had a crush on Crowley since forever, but he never seems to notice her. She finally snaps and confronts him.
Reader Gender: Female Word Count: 1593 Warnings: Smut, Unprotected Sex (I don’t care if he’s the King of Hell, wear protection y’all!)
“…and girl” You interject, without even looking up from the laptop. You silently hope that your jokey tone of voice covers the true agitation lying under the words.
“And girl.” Crowley confirms. You fight back the urge to mirror the smirk which surely must be plastered on his face. Bastard.
“What do you want, Crowley?” Dean asks, his voice laced with annoyance. If Crowley’s here, he wants something, and Dean wasn’t in the mood to do anything but eat pie and drink beer today.
“And how the hell do you keep showing up in this bunker?” Sam asked, methodically flipping through the pages of an old and thick leather bound book.
“Well maybe if you and Squirrel still kept all your wards intact this wouldn’t be a problem, would it Moose?”
You snorted. You couldn’t remember the last time that any of you had given them a repaint. Though they couldn’t say you hadn’t warned them plenty of times. You stopped typing and frowned to yourself. You and Squirrel? Crowley didn’t even mention you. You lived in this bunker too, you have done so for months, does he really hold that little regard for you?
You resumed typing, bashing the keyboard as hard as you possibly could without the risk of breaking the whole laptop. You left Dean, Sam and Crowley to talk business. Whatever he wanted he could get from them, as you obviously didn’t exist to him anyway.
You knew that you were being irrational, that the King of Hell probably hadn’t even noticed the way you blushed when he smirked at you, or the way you were always the first to greet him. How you were the first to laugh at his jokes and the way you hung on to his every word….
“I’m so sorry, Y/N, but is there a problem?” Crowley snapped. You lifted your head to meet his gaze for the first time since he arrived. You relished in the way his eyes widened when he saw the look of pure rage in your eyes. “Apart from the fact that I have been continuously flirting with you for the last five months and you have not done a single thing about it? I don’t think so.”
Your hand flew to your mouth. Why the hell did you just say that out loud? It was straight up paper-bag grade embarrassing and you knew it.
Crowley’s face mirrored the look of shock that surely painted your own. “Bloody hell, Y/N, I mean I…”
He started towards you but had already slammed the laptop shut and were headed towards your room. It’s not often the red-eyed demon was lost for words and you felt kind of proud despite the situation. You threw one more disdainful look over your shoulder towards Crowley. Asshole.
“Hormones, man.” Dean shakes his head.
“She’s not hormonal, you moron.” Crowley sneers. He watched Moose throw his brother his signature bitchface before picking up his book and leaving the room. Any idiot could see that Y/N was head over heels for a certain red eyed demon, even Sam.
From day 1, he was day he was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. And so it seems was she. He’d been rejecting her advances, ignoring her even. He didn’t care much for the wellbeing of other people but he couldn’t help feeling like Y/N deserved better. Better than him, that’s for sure.
“The nest…..?” Dean began, eyeing Crowley with a knowing look.
“Gank them. Torture them. Have Castiel blast them to bloody kingdom come. Hell, I don’t care.” Crowley snapped. “I think it’s time I showed Y/N some attention, don’t you?”
When you hear a knock on your bedroom door, you sigh in frustration. “Who’s there?”
“Room service,” Damn it. You could almost hear his smirk through the door.
You regained composure and scowled. You were supposed to be pissed at him after all. “I didn’t order anything.”
He chuckled. A low sound that left you melting into your bed sheets. “Funny. Because here I am: Freshly fried Crossroads demon! That is, if looks could kill.”
“If only,” You snapped, but you could already feel your icy demeanour start to slip. “Because at least then you wouldn’t be here.”
Crowley sounded unfazed, if not slightly amused. “So are you going to leave me standing here all night, darling?”
“Ideally,” You sighed, getting up and unlocking the door. “But you’d just zap yourself in here anyway.”
“Y/N” Crowley nodded at you as he slipped past into your room. You responded with a scowl.
“So you do know my name, huh?” You challenged, slamming the door behind him.
He cast you a bored look. “Barely.”
You could have screamed. “You can’t be serious.”
You looked him straight in eyes and he raised his eyebrows. The non-verbal challenge spoken loud and clear: TRY ME.
You felt the pent up rage and sexual frustration explode through your veins as you landed a thunderous slap on the side of Crowley’s face.
He turned to face you, eyes glowing dangerously red as he regarded you before him. With a growl he pinned you against the door. His once again brown eyes staring intensely into your own.
But you weren’t the kind of girl to shrink away from his touch and into the wall. Hell no. You held his gaze, sticking your chin out.
“So, Crowley.” You hissed. “What does a girl have to do around here to get the King of Hell to notice me?”
“Darling I notice you.” Crowley says, gripping your arms tighter in retaliation to your continuous struggling. “I notice you every time you walk in the room, I notice you every time you open your mouth, I notice you more than anybody else in a five mile bloody radius, I notice you..”
Crowley groans, pressing his hard on against your abdomen, making you gasp. “..every time you appear in every single one of my deepest, darkest dreams and fantasies.”
You fought back a groan as a flood of heat rushed to your core. “Then why didn’t you just do something about it?”
Crowley faltered. “I didn’t think that I deserved you. That I deserved this. But don’t you worry your pretty little head, for I am very much ready to…how did you put it? ‘Do something about it.’”
Crowley smashed his lips against yours and you moaned appreciatively, allowing him almost instant access to your mouth. He absentmindedly lets go of your wrists and you use the opportunity to run your fingers through his hair and pull him closer to you with a sharp yank of his tie.
His hands wander under your shirt to explore your breasts and you buck into his touch. You can feel that your panties are already soaked through, and after waiting so long your main priority is simply getting him inside of you.
“Bed!” You gasp as his mouth latches onto your neck. You feel him smirk against your skin as he lifts you up and carries you over. He drops you down and snaps his fingers cockily, relieving you both of your clothing before hovering over you. Crowley settles between your legs once more and looks up at you with a questioning look in his eyes. You nod wholeheartedly and groan as he begins to enter you slowly. God. Didn’t he think that he’d tortured you enough.
You gasped as he thrusted harshly, leaving himself sheathed fully inside you. You impatiently start to wiggle beneath him and try to grab his hips, just trying to get him to move. You desperately needed the friction.
“I know it might have been a while, Crowley. But you do realise that you need to move, right?”
He responds by growling, planting his hands into the curves of your hips and thrusting into you with a pace that leaves to struggling to breathe.
You’re so tightly wound that it doesn’t take long for your pleasure to reach painful levels of bliss. By this point you’re screaming at every little touch and chanting his name like a spell.
“Crowley, I’m close!” You pant, wrapping your legs around him and drawing him nearer.
You could tell from the way that his thrusts became shorter and more powerful that he was too. His lips found yours as you both neared your ends. He pulled away and his eyes met yours, broadcasting one command loud and clear: Come.
And you did, screaming incoherent words that sounded a lot like ‘Crowley’, ‘Shit’ and ‘Wow’. You didn’t even care if the whole bunker could hear. It felt like paradise.
Crowley came not long after his face nuzzled in your neck and his arms wrapped around you tightly. The feeling of his seed spilling inside you serving to prolong the intense shocks of pleasure that were still shaking through you.
You lay panting in Crowley’s arms, both of you recovering from the intensity of your orgasms. You felt relief flood through you, washing away all previous anger and sadness.
You smirked. “And there I thought you weren’t interested”
Crowely chuckled. He left the bed, snapping his fingers hastily. You pouted at the sight of him back in his trademark suit. “Leaving so soon?”
“Hello?” He gestured to himself, eyebrows raised. “King of Hell?”
You rolled your eyes, settling under the cheap covers. As you quickly drifted to sleep, you could have sworn you heard him whisper: “You will never go unnoticed again, not by me. I can promise you that.”
Thanks for reading and sorry I’ve been gonw for so long! I’m back and promise more fics soon!
I REWATCHED YOI EP 10 (BC BOY WHO DOESN’T) AND I CAME TO REALIZE CHRISTOPHE’S BEING CARRIED BY YURI’S SHEER STRENGTH!
LOOK HOW CHRIS JUST HAS HIS HAND ON YURI’S NECK AND HIS BACK AT YURI’S THIGH COMPLETELY RELYING HIS WEIGHT TO YURI’S STRENGTH ʘ ʘ
CHRIS IS FVCKING 6 FOOT TALL ʘ ˫ ʘ HIS PHYSIQUE IS HUGE (WELL, I SEE HIM HUGE)
NOTICE ON THIS ONE YURI’S NOT ONLY CARRYING CHRIS BUT ALSO HIS OWN WEIGHT! NOT TO MENTION ITS POLE DANCING (FVCK POLE DANCING’S HARD–I CAN’T EVEN CLIMB ON IT)
DRUNK YURI’S DOING INTENSE WORK HERE GUYS! LOOK HOW CHRIS IS TOTALLY BENDING MAKING HIS WHOLE WEIGHT ONTO YURI ANYWAY YOU GET MY POINT DRUNK YURI’S STRONG AF BLAH BLAH CAUSE HE’S TOTALLY JUST SHAKING IT OFF LOOK AT THAT DRUNK SMIRK AT HIS FACE LIKE “YEAH GOTTA WIN THIS DANCE-OFF FOR VICTOR”…
I WILL NEVER GET OVER THIS I JUST LOVE YURI’S RIPPED BODY HERE
I THINK WE NEED AN EPISODE OF DRUNK KATSUDON (υ ˬ υ)
You squeaked as you were crushed into the middle of a group hug, initiated by one John Laurens. The other three had joined in, wrapping their arms around one another as well as you and John. You were so small; you disappeared immediately in the hug.
“See, isn’t that much better, (Y/N)–(Y/N)?” Hercules frowned as he noticed you seemed to be gone. He looked between his friends, concern showing up on his face. “Where did (Y/N) go?”
“Right here,” you squeaked, looking up at the others. John looked down at you, since he was the closest and then stifled a laugh.
“Mon ami, you’re so… petite!” Laf gasped. “Mon petite ami!”
“I never really realized how short you were,” Alexander added, looking at you. You pouted, clearly a little offended at being called tiny.
Waltzing happily out of the elevator and towards your desk, you noticed Tony looking up at you with this weird look on his face. You frowned at him, then noticed Ziva was hunched over her desk, typing, and McGee was awkwardly standing at Gibbs’ desk. It took you only a moment to realize what was going on, and you smirked.
You padded into the squadroom, and Gibbs finally realized you arrived. “What took you so damn long to get here?!” He snapped, glaring up at you with those icy eyes that usually makes everybody obedient. But you were pretty much Gibbs’ favourite, and he never yelled at you, much less smacked your head. His glare never really frightened you, unless he was super pissed off.
“Getting you these.” You announced with a smile, gently shouldering McGee out of the way to stand where he stood. You placed a cup of coffee in front of your boss, followed by a folded up napkin. The Marine frowned at the napkin, looked up to you with a frown, then unfolded it. A few cookies laid in the napkin, still a little warm.
The entire team slyly watched for Gibbs’ reaction. But despite their own previous attempts to butter him up, their boss gave a tiny little smirk. Gibbs looked back up to you, folded the napkin back up, and shoved it into his pocket. “McGee, DiNozzo, get your gear. We’re going to the witness’s house.” He announced, standing and grabbing the coffee you brought him. You smiled to him as he walked past, and he merely gave a nod.
“How does she do that?” Tony grumbled under his breath as he grabbed his gun and badge.
McGee exhaled and shrugged, but he was grateful nonetheless that you were able to smooth over the boss’s temper.
“So you’re from Wonderland” Emma tilted her head to the
side, an uncomfortable look on her face.
“Uh, yeah” the girl bit her lip, glancing at Henry for some
“Just because she’s from there doesn’t mean she’s like
Jefferson, mum” he grumbled, moving so he now stood in front of her.
“I never said anything” she threw up her hands in protest,
shaking her head.
“It’s alright Henry” (Y/n) smiled, sneakily grasping at his
hand. However, Mary-Margaret noticed, nudging David. The two shared a grin
before returning to the conversation.
“I think a few others from Wonderland will be coming here
shortly” (Y/n) continued.
“Why?” Henry frowned, giving her hand a squeeze.
“You saw what it was like there” she sighed “Rumours have
been going around that this place – Storybrooke – is safe. I think they’ll be
joining us here as soon as they can”
“Oh brilliant” Regina rolled her eyes “More of you”
(Y/n) let out a small growl, her cat ears flat against her
head. Henry squeezed her hand again, which seemed to calm her down slightly.
But still she was left on edge, eyeing down the black haired woman.
“Come on guys” Henry tried “She’s going to be here for a
while, we should at least try to get along”
for kero on twitter who requested, and i quote, “CAN U DO 22 AND IWAOI AND KICK MY ASS INTO SPACE PLEASE” so here goes
22. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
Tooru bows politely, wearing his appropriately sorry expression, perfectly mastered for the numerous occasions like this. The girl runs off with a red face, leaving him all alone behind the school building. He feels bad, but it’s not like he asked them to keep confessing. The only confession he wanted is the one he’ll never receive.
He sighs. Practice was cancelled today because of renovations, so he can’t even spike his frustration out in the gym.
“How long are you going to stand there like an idiot?” Something smacks into his back, and he yelps.
“Iwa-chan! Where did you—” He narrows his eyes, pulling his lips up into a smirk. “Were you spying on me? Were you jealous that I got another confes—oomph!”
Looking satisfied, Iwaizumi steps back and brushes the crumbs off his hand. Tooru frowns at him, but the milk bread in his mouth is too distracting to stay annoyed at his best friend.
“Just because you’re popular with girls doesn’t mean anything.”
“What do you mean? I’m the amazing Oikawa Tooru!” He sweeps out his arms, turning his grin on Iwaizumi. He doesn’t allow his voice to shake when he says, “Don’t you want to date me?”
He expects Iwaizumi to roll his eyes and shove him into the bushes, he’s even prepared to dramatically fall while protecting his milk bread that Iwa-chan got for him, but instead, Iwaizumi just shrugs.
“On second thought, dating you might be more like babysitting you.” Iwaizumi ducks when Tooru swipes at him. “Seriously, though, we already spend most of our time together. And this way, you can stop being distracted by all these shoujo manga scenarios.”
“B-but—” Tooru laughs, a little bit nervously. “You know I’m joking, right?”
Iwaizumi stares at him. He steps forwards, and Tooru steps back. Tooru watches in horror as a smirk grows on Iwaizumi’s face. His best friend should not look that good with such an evil expression on his face, dammit.
There’s barely an inch between them when Iwaizumi stops advancing. He smiles up at Tooru, and they both ignore the way Tooru gulps at the close proximity. “I’m not stupid, Tooru. I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
He steps back, expression nonchalant as he turns towards the school gates. “Let’s go home, Idiotkawa.”
Fun time with the bidders - KBTBB Headcanon (Fluff and Sugestive)
Hey! Here is another headcanon, I hope you liked! Please ignore English mistakes, if you want my to write something I’m here haha let me know what you think. ~Gabi
Your boyfriend have been working hard lately so you decided to bake his favorite cupcakes to cheer him up. You put your favorite song on to play. You never cook without a good music to shake your hips, it’s always funnier to do things with music on the background. You were so distracted that you didn’t notice Eisuke calling your name until you felt his fingers poking your shoulders. You looked at him just to see an annoyed expression on his face.
“Eisuke! You scared me!” You smiled trying to relax him and it worked out.
“I was calling you for ages, don’t get me to worry like that!” He glanced at the recipe and noticed what you were trying to do.
“Do you want to take a break from work to shake your hips and cook with me?” You giggled. He made a thoughtful face. “C'mon! It’ll be fun!”
You handed him another cook apron and he accepted. He is pretty clumsy when it comes to cooking. You tried to make him fell more comfortable, so you hit your hips on him softly and started to sing. He smiled at you and put the vanilla glacé on the tip of your nose. You giggled and paid back putting cream com his cheeks. Both of you started laughing and singing along while cooking. After a sweet and enjoyable time, you put the cupcakes to bake. You felt his strong arms embracing you from behind as he rested his chin on your shoulder.
“I’ve never thought my first time cooking could be so good. I guess it was because I’m with you.” He planted a sweet kiss on your cheek, making you blush.
“D-do you want t-to decorate the cupcakes with me?”
“Of course, thank you (Y/N)…” What? The great Eisuke Ichinomiya thanking you?
“For what?” You smiled.
“For being with me and for always being yourself.” He turned you to face him and kissed you, making you blush even more.
You walked into Soryu’s apartment after work and didn’t receive a kiss or a “hey sweetie” that you usually receive every day after work. You searched for him and found out he was at his suite. You sneaked into the room, where he has his back facing you. He finished his phone call and sighed staring outside the window. ‘Looks like someone is having a bad day, so let’s cheer him up!’ You thought. You reached to walk to the bed and grabbed a pillow, he still didn’t notice your presence. You walked closer to him and said.
“Soryu! Think quick!” Before he could face you, you hit his butt with the pillow and started giggling. “Hey! That’s how you play? Attacking an unarmed person from behind?” He smirked, but you could see that he was trying to hide his blushing cheeks. You giggled even more and ran away. “Get back here!” He tried to catch you, but you were faster so he ran after you. Soryu grabbed the other pillow and tried to hit you, but you defended yourself with your own pillow. Both of you started laughing and running around the room trying to hit each other. You’ve never imagine that one day you would have a pillow fight with a mob boss. You felt a hit on your butt too. “How’s that feel, huh?” Soryu had a smirk on his face and you started blushing. He picked you up in his arms “I didn’t finish with you.” “E-Eisuke is going to k-kill us…” You tried to hide your embarrassment by changing the subject. It was true though. The room was a mess, there was feathers everywhere. “Enough about him, he’s not going to get near you, not when I’m here to protect you. Now, where were we?” He planted a tender kiss on your lips and pressed you against the bed. He gave you a sweet and long punishment. Maybe you should hit him with a pillow more often.
Your parents had to travel abroad to take care about some business and asked you to take care of your younger brother for a week. Eisuke understood your situation gave you a free week to spend with your sibling. Every day Ota came to check out on you, the little Hiru liked your boyfriend and the three of you spent the night together. One day you were preparing a fort with mattress, blankets and pillows when your brother started running around with Ota. Your heart got warmer with that scene and you giggled. “It’s with you!” Hiru to bed your arm and ran away. The little boy had a lot of energy so you chased after him for a while until you reached to him. You grabbed him and spun him around. Both of you giggled. “Own, that’s not fair! I almost won!” “Almost, pumpkin. Do you want me to do some popcorn and watch a movie on our fort?” You asked softly and he cheered.
You let him go and headed to the kitchen. You haven’t noticed that all the time Ota’s eyes was following you. When you were waiting for the microwave popcorn get ready, you felt two strong arms embracing you from behind. “You’re great with your little brother, can’t wait to have children with you. You would be the best mother ever.” Ota’s voice said softly as he placed a kiss on your head making you blush and smile. “Ota! Let my sister go, she’s mine!” Both of you giggled at Hiru’s jealousy. The popcorn was ready and the three of you watched Disney movies until fall asleep.
It was your day off and Baba took you out to every place you wanted to. When the night came you both decided to stay at his apartment and watch a movie instead of going to a fancy restaurant. He prepared the living room with blankets and pillows to a comfortable movie season and you took care about the snacks. When the movie started both of you started laughing and commenting about it. You looked at him just to see his beautiful smile. You love this man so much. You stared at him for a while and his hair looked so soft that you couldn’t help but start carefully cuddle it. “Huh?” He looked at you. “Baba… Can I… Uh, nothing.” “Come on, what does my princess wish?” “Can I play with your hair? Please~” you made your puppy eyes and he just chucked and nodded. You manage to sit behind him and he was sitting between your legs and resting his arms on your legs. You giggled when you messed with his hair and he protested. You started to make some braids and others hair styles on him. When the movie ended he decided to take a look at his new hair at the mirror. “(Y/N)! What have you done with my pretty hair?” You could only laugh at his indignation as he unmade his braids. You chose another movie and when you were about to sit beside him, he pulled you to his lap. “Baba!” “Sorry blushing princess, but now it’s your turn.”
It was December and Tokyo were covered with white and fluffy snow. You always get excited with this beautiful view, while Mamo only get even more lazy. You managed to take your boyfriend out of the bed to a winter date. You sat on a bench at the park drinking a large cup of hot chocolate with cinnamon. Four kids catch your attention, they were playing and running around and stopped to build a snowman. You remembered the snowman you built every winter at your house’s garden when you were little. You finished your drink quickly and walked towards the kids. “Hey hid! Where ya going?” He sighed and followed your tracks. You introduced yourself and your boyfriend and the kids said their names: Aiko, Akira, Yuri and Hanna. You helped them to build a giant snowman. Mamoru just stand there watching and saying how childish you looked. When he turned his back to you to throw his cup at the trash, you made a plan with your new little friends. All of you made snowballs and throw it at Mamo. “SURPRISE ATTACK!” “HEY! You little- What ya think ya doing kid?!” You and the kids laughed so hard at his reaction. You felt something cold hit your left arm and you saw Mamo smirking at you “Hehe, if it’s like this ya wanna play…” And he throw another snowball. And you started a war, two adults and four kids, everyone against the lazy boyfriend. Later the kids had to go home and so did you. When you reached Mamo’s apartment, as soon as he opened the door he pinned you against the wall. “Now it’s time for you punishment sweetheart.” You were glad that he kissed you so you could hide your red cheeks.
The moment that the familiar green-clad Asgardian showed up in Avengers Tower, everybody was on high alert. Especially since Thor was not around currently.
Tony stepped ever so subtly in front of you, despite not being in his suit. The other Avengers looked around for their weapons, never taking their eyes off Loki for more than a split moment.
“Oh I love how I can just make all of you afraid just by showing up here,” Loki stated, a grin on his face. “But, the lot of you humiliated me. Stripped me of my divine right to rule, and for that, I’m going to take something precious from you.”
You thought you noticed his eyes land on you, which caused you to back up out of fear. However, you hit something. Or, rather, someone. Hands gripped your upper arms tightly, and you shouted in surprise. The Avengers turned to look as Loki vanished, evidently just an illusion. The real Loki was now behind you, pulling you towards the balcony.
“Dad!” You called out to Tony, trying to reach for him. However, Loki yanked your arm behind you, preventing you from reaching. You tried to kick, but the moment you tried, you were thrown off-balance, needing to plant both feet firmly to prevent hanging awkwardly by your arms in Loki’s grip.
“Let go of her!” Tony shouted to Loki in desperation. You could see tears forming in his eyes from worry.
“You should’ve let me rule,” Loki simply stated. “Instead you made my life miserable, so I’m returning the favor.” With that, Loki forced you out on the balcony, then jumped off of it, pulling you with him. You screamed in fear, looking up as the Avengers watched you fall. Tony looked like he was about to jump after you, suit or no suit, but Steve kept him from doing so.
You and Loki landed on some sort of sky-cycle, which Loki drove off.
Loki must’ve used some sort of sleeping spell on you, because the next thing you knew, you were waking up in some sort of abandoned warehouse, on a bare mattress sitting on the floor. Loki was in a chair nearby, watching you.
“For the daughter of an Avenger, you don’t put up much of a fight,” Loki commented.
“You DID take me by surprise,” you pointed out. “Why do you even have me here? Petty revenge?”
“Revenge is a powerful motivator,” Loki commented. “And clearly I can’t take this world by attacking it with an army. I need to work quietly, dismantle the defenses before they go up. And I could brush up on my knowledge of how systems on Midgard work.”
“You want me to teach you how to make Midgard fall from the inside,” you said, more of a statement than a question.
“You ARE smart,” Loki commented. He had an unusually gentle smile.
“No way am I going to help you take over my own world!” you said, crossing your arms.
“Well, then I’ll just have to keep you here, as my pet. Let’s hope I don’t forget to feed you.”
A couple days went by, and almost like clockwork, Loki visited several times a day, bringing you food that was surprisingly good. He even brought sweets once. You generally didn’t speak to him, other than to thank him for bringing you food. Though, three days after he kidnapped you, you were tired of the silence.
You put your plate down on the floor, done with your lunch. “I’m sorry,” you said.
“What?” Loki asked, looking at you in surprise. Clearly he didn’t expect an apology.
“I’m sorry the Avengers humiliated you,” you elaborated. You knew what the Avengers did was necessary, but you could ignore that to get on your captor’s good side. “And I’m sorry the universe has prevented you from being a king. If things had turned out differently, I’m sure you would’ve been a great ruler. Though, kidnapping innocents and killing hundreds of people isn’t exactly the best way of doing so.”
Loki glared and stepped to you. “That was the most pathetic attempt at pleading for freedom that I’ve ever heard,” he stated.
“Well, I figured if you were going to kill me, you would’ve done so already,” you stated, acting brave even though you were really nervous. “I figured it couldn’t hurt to try. But in all honesty, I don’t know much about your life. I know vaguely some of the stories that the old Norse people had about you and Thor, though I doubt the accuracy of some of them. But I can tell that you’ve had a rough life. And I feel sorry for you because of it.”
You watched Loki’s expression change from a glare to something unidentifiable, but softer. More genuine. He stepped closer to you, bending down so he was closer to your level, and put his hand under your chin to lift your head to look directly at him.
“You know nothing,” Loki hissed.
“I know being a shadow. Following an act that I feel like I can never beat. I am the child of genius, inventor, Avenger Tony Stark. When Tony was my age, he built his first AI. And I’m not dumb, but I don’t have an inventor’s mind,” you admitted. “I’m just an average person, with an average skill set, living with the best at what they do.”
Loki looked at you a moment, as if contemplating something. Suddenly he leaned in, kissing you on the lips. You were stunned, frozen. You didn’t know if this was a trick, or what the heck was going on.
After a moment, Loki pulled back. “You have more compassion than any of them,” he stated, pulling his hand away as well. “Treating me as a person, instead of a monster.”
Okay there’s a story here, and the story is that I was trying to keep the lines on his face minimal to make him look actually his age (which is MY age why does he look 40) and I heard something about FRECKLES and I’m always here for that and I never draw blond eyelashes on blonds so I figured to hell with it
somehow I accidentally made him a bishonen or some shit and that’s embarrassing so I beat him up a bit to restore my honor.
Dean held the video tape, staring at Sam with the most effective puppy eyes he could pull, but his brother wasn’t having it. -If Gabriel gave us that video with (Y/N)’s name on it, it can’t be anything good and she won’t like it.- Dean smirked, staring at the tape in his hands. -Exactly, Sam. Just imagine the possibilities!- for a second, Dean sees Sammy consider and he can clearly notice the doubt and temptation in his little brother’s face, but then it disappears again. -No, Dean, I ain’t watching that video.- The older brother looks at Sam for a second before sitting on the sofa, in front of the TV. -Well, I am.- Sam protested a little more before surrending and sitting down next to his brother. -She will hate us if it’s something embarrasing…-
-She isn’t here. And she said she’ll be gone for another two hours. She will never know!- Dean said.
The video was simple, yet shocking. A friend of (Y/N)’s, invisible because he was standing behind the camera, was filming her face and she was laughing. That was already odd. Even though Dean tried his best to make her laugh, (Y/N) didn’t laughed much. Both brothers loved the moments when they got to see her whole body moving because she was laughing so hard but, with the life they had, those moments were rare. (Y/N) was a badass hunter and the best of friends but not the happiest in the group. Could you blame any of them for not laughing much? I think not. After a few seconds of pure laughter, the camera focused on the TV where Dean, with a rather goofy face, was paused. -Oh, it’s that world where we’re actors…- Sam said, realising Gabriel’s first intentions. Dean told him to shut up as he watched (Y/N)’s laugh at his face on the TV. And then she started talking and both brothers went silent.
“-Even with that freacking face he’s super gorgeous!!! Why!!?!? Did he made a pact with a demon or something!? I just don’t get it! I do that face and I look horrible. He does that face and I still want him to bang me against a wall!-” the friend filming (Y/N) laughed hard at her words in the video. In the tape, (Y/N) kept watching Supernatural, and reacting to it. Everytime Dean was close to her screen, she would just cover her face and started talking about how unfair his greatness was. Sam laughed at Dean’s shocked face until the (Y/N) in the video got to a part of the show where he took his shirt off. “-Sammy! Damn! Ok, yeah, I’m a Dean girl but for God’s sake, if you don’t put your shirt back on, I might be changing my mind!-”
The video stopped then and Dean stared at the black screen in disbelieve. -That was…interesting…- Sam nodded, trying to controll the smile that was trying to show up in his face. Just as Dean was standing up to take the video out, (Y/N) entered the room with two bags of food. -I’m back, boys! And yes, Dean, I brought you pie… What? Why are you looking at me like that?- Dean’s smirk was obvious and (Y/N) was staring at him now, confused. -So…- Sam begged Dean mentally to not give anything away but it was too late. -…you’re a Dean girl, huh?-
(Inspired by empanadadooblez beautiful Underworld!AU)
*walks through the forest as flowers bloom as he passes* Hm? *notices a pair of odd curved branches sprouting from the ground* I do not remember these being here before *reaches down to brush one as a muffled sound comes from the soil*!!
*pops his head out of the ground before looking up at Genos with an embarrassed look*
*chuckles softly as he kneels down by him* Oh my, what a handsome tree *dusts some dirt from Saitama's face*
I may have lost focus when transporting to visit
*smiles* I would have never guessed *kisses his head*
isn’t the only one in the photograph. Hinata is with him, too, palms pressed to
the gym floor and his head turned up to look right into Kageyama’s face,
wearing that ridiculous flower crown with its sagging, wilting leaves and stems
and petals, eyes bright and alive and Kageyama’s never really noticed before,
how the sleeves of his jacket slide a little too far over his hands, how the
collar creeps right up to his jaw, how the fabric hangs just the slightest bit
too big over his frame, and he can see now why the Him in the picture looks the
way he does.
I've gotten a few asks for details about the "Meeting Stephen" story
Basically I was going on vacation with my family and was minding my own business on the plane while everyone else was bordering and lo and behold who sits down one row behind me but Mr Stephen Amell. His wife and daughter were already in first class and I think he was just waiting to be upgraded or something. Not sure. He eventually did get moved up so before he went I just sort of half stood up and made eye contact with him and a sort of nervous look on my face. (Never knew how I would react to meeting him and now I do). When he noticed and came over I told him that I was a huge fan and asked if he would mind taking a picture. He was so nice and was really enthusiastic. He said “Sure! Absolutely! Come here!”. His wife actually offered to take it for me. She is even prettier in person if that’s even possible. (She was also very nice in pretending she didn’t notice my hand shaking when I handed her my phone.) After he took the picture they both stuck around for a minute and talked to me which I was NOT expecting. They were both so sweet and completely normal! I thanked him again and he told me to have a great vacation and they headed up to first class. After that I pretty much melted into a puddle of glee in my chair while everyone within 10 rows of me looked at me like I was insane. My dad actually leaned over and was like, “Honey….? Who was that?”
And in case anyone doesn’t believe me…
Stephen even liked my photo on instagram!
So a chance encounter made my Christmas the best one ever. So thanks again to the entire Amell family for being such genuinely nice people.