If someone suspects the Fentons are abusing Danny (probably the teachers cuz of all the bruises and injuries), and called the CPS, I don’t think that Danny can get himself out of it.
I mean, think about it. The Fentons are known throughout Amity Park as trigger happy and shove dangerous weapons towards anybody, heck, they even fire towards kids without a second thought. Some of Danny’s injuries are ectoplasmic burns, that could easily be done by the weapons they made. And without exposing his secret, I don’t think that “I’m clumsy” is a good excuse, cuz it’ll just backfire on him.
Their household is filled to the brim with weapons. Guns lying everywhere, chemicals stored in the food fridge, lab in easy access for any of the kids, and the complete lack of any safety protocols in the house. It’s unacceptable for the parents to disregard their children’s safety this much. Their “clumsy” child shouldn’t have that many injuries if the parents actually care to safeproof their house in the first place!
The first sign of mental illness on their kids, and their first response was strapping him and spun him around. Any signs of odd behaviour and their immediate thought was that their daughter is a ghost and unleashed an experimental weapon on her.
And the food, the FOOD. When the CPS opened the fridge for inspection, mutant killer hot dogs attacked them, and most of the other things in there are too contaminated or safe for consumption anymore. When asked, Danny would probably make an offhanded comment about “at least the cereal is okay” or “I eat at school or the Nasty Burger anyways” and that would just make it worse! Cuz parents are supposed to provide healthy meals and made sure that their kids are fed enough, not letting them survive on disgusting cafeteria food or greasy fast food, and Danny and Jazz’s skinny figure didn’t help in their case.
I’m just saying, that if CPS are called on the Fentons, Danny can’t really convince anyone that they are good parents, cuz realistically, they’re not. Even he did prove that his parents didn’t abuse him or injure him in any way, he would still be taken away from the dangerous household, and there’s nothing he can really do about it.
Hey guys, firstly I wanted to say sorry for taking so long to post this, I’ve just had some important exams but all is good because my results are really good! hope you all enjoy x
Joshua had been working so hard for this tour. So much that he’d barely eaten a thing, every morning I would wake up in an empty bunk, sometimes it would be 6am and I would hear the faint pounding of drums from inside the stadium. he was constantly tired and went straight to sleep whenever we had any type of alone time.
It was the night of the first show of the second part to the Emotional Roadshow, Josh had been up since 8 practising the same bit to Ride over and over. I walked behind him, setting the coffee that I had made for him beside his kit and ran my fingers over the warm skin of his shoulders, he flinched slightly at my touch and stopped suddenly looking up at me. Deep set frown lines cut through his pale face, mocha eyes drained of the life that usually danced in them. ‘Baby, you gotta have a break sometime, I promise you, you’ll do great’ I said softly, passing him the hot coffee.
‘I cant Y/N, I have to get this bit right,’ he said mumbled, gulping down the steaming drink. I gasped slightly because I knew how hot I had made it. ‘Just listen to this bit, is it okay’ He began to play the part of Ride where he would play on top of the crowd at they all peered up at him like he was a god. I listened as he played his heart out putting all of his effort into this solo, until he went wrong. ‘Argh fuck! I get the same fucking bit wrong every time I can’t do it’ he sulked burying his head into his sweaty covered hands.
‘Josh, Josh hey,’ I said, he looked at me again, tears threatening to spill from the eyes that I had fallen so in love with ‘You are going to do great, you do it every time, all the fans love you, and if you do mess up, then so what? the only people that will know are Tyler and I, and we love you no matter what, don’t you ever forget that okay?’ I smiled at him.
‘Thank you baby, I just wanna do you proud, I love you’ he said pulling me into a tight, if not slightly sweaty hug. I screwed up my nose and giggled at him then left to change for the evening. The drumming continued followed by various profanities, if he missed a beat, I sighed not knowing what to do with my perfectionist boyfriend.
A FEW HOURS LATER
“Tyler!?” I called from the hall, he popped his head out of the dressing room door, hair half combed as he was only part way through getting ready for tonights show. (A/N: Tyler has hair in this imagine for the purpose of this line and another later on, trust me I love Ty’s hair right now it just works that he has the fluffy hair here!)
“yesssssssssssss’ he chuckled, and I rolled my eyes at his behaviour.
“He’s been drumming for about four hours straight now, I’ve tried so hard to get him to stop and chill but no matter what I do he won’t stop, I’m so worried Ty’ I said scratching lightly at the thin skin of my palms.
“I know, I am too, but I don’t think anyone can change what he’s doing, you know what he’s like, once he’s got his heart set on doing something he’ll do whatever it takes to do it’ he sighed running his hand through his fluffy hair. “It’s time for him to get ready anyway, he’ll come by in a minute’.
As if on cue the drumming stopped abruptly, moments later Josh was trudging down the hallway, footsteps heavy and tiresome. “Time to get ready,” he muttered trying to give a hopeful smile as he passed us and then into his dressing room. I closely followed and watched as he slumped down in his chair, he looked at his sweaty image in the mirror and I could tell he was criticising everything I saw, my heart slightly tore apart at the thought and walked over to him deciding that I would help him to do his hair and eye makeup today because he seemed exhausted.
I kneeled in front of him and started to comb his hair into a more organised mess of sweaty, sunshine curls on top of his head, he gave he a lop-sided smile and closed his eyes as I began to smear the red paint gently over the smooth skin beneath his eyes. “open” I almost whispered at him. He fluttered his eyes open and inspected himself in the illuminated “does it look okay?’ he just nodded in response and then closed his eyes again.
‘Thank you,” he murmured.
Half an hour later and it was moment until the boys were due on stage, Josh had pumped himself up a little and was ready to go on, the adrenaline must have kicked in.
As the stage director gave the cue, the music started and the low hum of the beginning of HeavyDirtySoul filled the arena, accompanied by the screams of the crowds. They roared in delight as they watched their idols run on stage, Tyler rapped every word to perfection and Josh kept up with the quick pace of the song. I smiled as I watched him nod his head in time to the song.
It came to ‘Ride’ and a slight wave of sickness washed over me, worrying about how Josh would do, I knew he would be fantastic but he had stressed me out earlier. I watched as the crew lifter the drum kit on top of the crowd, Josh scanned for the best path in order to safely climb onto the plywood platform. Sure enough he clambered on safely at sat on the black leather stool. The music started again and he began his solo putting the rest of his power into the beat of the song, I glanced down at my phone until I heard a thud, followed by a sickening but definite scream ‘Y/N!’, Josh was on the floor his small body engulfed by the mass of fans, desperate to touch my boyfriend. I ran across the stage, over the barrier and into the pit wading through the hoards of people until I found him, eyes rolling back in his head, gasping for breath.
I kneeled beside him, and held his wrist in my palm checking his erratic pulse. Soon enough the medic rushed towards us and security ushered people out of the way so he had more space to breathe. I tilted his head up so it was resting on my knees and the doctor checked his heart rate and his temperature. They then picked him up and took him off to the side of the stage where he was given water. “I’m sorry guys, Josh can’t play anymore, I’m sorry if this ruined your night please don’t blame him he’s been working so hard for you. We are Twenty One Pilots, and so are you, goodnight everyone’ Tyler addressed the crowd as they began to amble towards the doors.
When the lights turned back on I had a proper look at Josh, and gasped at what I saw, his shirt had been nearly shreded by the fans, his hat was missing and small scratches were littered all up his arms where they had obviously tried to grab onto him but instead hurt him. “Babe! look at you, are you okay? look at your shirt there’s practically nothing there” he looked down at the torn black tank, and frowned, anger clearly bubbling up inside of him. “Stand up a minute I need to take a photo of this so that I can show the fans what they’ve done to you”
He stood up shakily and I quickly snapped a few shots of his shirt and arms. I went onto twitter and composed a new tweet ‘To the people who thought it appropriate to tear Joshua’s shirt and literally cut his arms, please don’t come back to another show, you are not welcome. I know you know who you are, you hurt him while he was vulnerable I hope the moment of touching him was worth it.’ I then attached the photos and posted the tweet, knowing hate would soon follow but I didn’t care because I needed to get my point across.
A couple hours later and Josh and I were curled up in bed, ‘Baby?’ he whispered, voice low and tired ‘I love you so much, thank you for helping me earlier, you’re amazing, I don’t know what I did to deserve someone like you’
I smiled into his chest and whispered back ‘I love you too Joshua,’
There you go, I feel like I’m a little rusty because I haven’t written for so long but I do hope you liked it, I’d love some feedback because you don’t know how much it means to me!
Harry Styles is a model and the currently most in-demand face in the fashion industry who might be just a little bit too full of himself and Janey Darling is the photographer that knocks him off his high horse… and subsequently off his feet.
this is the rewrite of my 2016 autumn exchange fic with added scenes. about 8.5k words. slightly nsfw towards the end and if you read this far you might as well…
the friends of
the abc meet every week in the back room of the musain. sometimes you
invite friends to the meetings. they never pass the initiation, and
you never see them again. your chairs are made from bones.
beautiful like a marble statue and an angel, and you cannot take your
eyes off him. you cannot stop listening to the words that fall from
his lips. you want to be close enough to touch him. you cannot stop
looking, and your vision blurs into nothing. you cannot stop
listening, and his voice joins together to form endless ringing. your
hands blister when you go to touch him. you are not the first.
bahorel says he
is not training to be a lawyer, but blondeau always calls out his
name, and he is never crossed off. you try to ask him where he has
been, but he dismisses you. nobody else knows where he goes. you try
to follow him one day, but you find suddenly you are trailing
bossuet goes by
many names. every time you memorize one, others switch to calling him
by a new pseudonym. one night, a young man leans over and whispers
his real name in your ear. they find him in the seine the next
evening. you guard the secret closely. nobody else must ever know. he
is too powerful.
the others tell
you that feuilly is a fan maker, and that they respect him as a
worker. they tell you he creates pieces of savage and terrible
beauty. you catch his eye across the back room. his hands are always
smeared with paint. the paint is always red. you hope it is just
“i’m ill’, says
joly, and you nod in understanding. joly always thinks he is ill. his
hair falls out. his mouth pours blood when he speaks. he drags his
feet and his body rots before your eyes. joly always thinks he is
plays his flute, and you stop to listen for a moment. the music is
ethereally beautiful. it permeates your soul. you go home, and you
sleep for three days straight. when you wake up, you can still hear
romances anything that moves. he moves on from the women and onto the
men and then, slowly but surely, into the eldritch horrors that
follow us all.
enjolras like a shadow, reeking of drink and burnt out candles.
everyone interacts with grantaire except enjolras, who never seems to
notice. even you have been drawn into one of grantaire’s long-winded
speeches, full of classical allusions. enjolras asks you who you are
speaking to, and you realize he has never seen him. grantaire puts a
finger to his lips.
you see combeferre
reading books on geology, and later on you hear that he has broken
open a pebble to inspect it more thoroughly and personally. you see
him reading a book on human biology one night. he looks up and meets
your eyes. you are suddenly afraid.
Reactions of everyone when they find out Yui is the avatar aka who bends all 4 elements
asdfghjkl; They’d all run away from her or be intrigued. Maybe even scared for ONCE. I love Yui A LOT, so thanks for asking!
Shu probably wouldn’t care much if Yui was the Avatar. He would still desire blood from her as Eve, but he would definitely acknowledge her abilities and if any of his brothers were in deep trouble and forget that Yui had her awesome abilities to help them, he would speak up and remind them that Yui can alleviate their situation. She still serves her purpose as the sacrificial bride to him, so her being the Avatar won’t change his opinion too much.
Reiji would indicate a fascination in Yui as the Avatar. He’d probably ask her to frequently demonstrate her different abilities, and would be in awe of her smooth transitions and fighting style moves. His favorite form is when she bends blazing fire, and he might manipulate her into setting things on fire sometimes. He has this inner desire to cut her open one day and inspect her body, wondering how a human was capable of bending elements. Run Yui.
Ayato would think that Yui is so cool with her abilities! He’d brag to his friends at school about it, and maybe even demand her to showcase some of her moves to them. Of course, when Yui accidentally sends a boulder flying into the school’s window, they both get into big trouble with the headmaster. After that event, Yui refuses to do whatever Ayato commands of her. If she’s bold enough, she might even try bloodbending to get him to leave her alone for awhile.
Kanato is somewhat intrigued by Yui’s status as the Avatar, but it doesn’t really make a big impact on him or his life. He calls Yui “a witch” or “wicked girl” because he believes that humans do not have such capabilities and that she is just performing some sort of illusion to trick him and everyone else. Nevertheless, Kanato likes seeing Yui bend water the most. He finds it calming and appealing to the eye.
Laito thinks Yui is 10000x sexier as the Avatar. He’s never chased after anyone like her before, so this is just another challenge to add onto his bucketlist. He likes watching Yui bend any of the elements and would often ask her to teach him, but Yui would tell him that she doesn’t know if vampires can do it, much to his disappointment. Laito might hope that in another life, he will be born as an airbender because he wants to make grand entrances with the wind blowing from his direction.
Subaru thinks Yui is faking it all until she almost strikes him with lightening on accident one day while in the rose garden. He had attempted to feed on her, but when Yui was frightened by his advances, she had accidentally bended lightening in the process and set a nearby rosebush on fire, much to Subaru’s surprise. From that day on, Subaru learns to distance himself from Yui until he can find her in a vulnerable status. He still desires strongly for her blood.
Kino becomes sly when he’s around Avatar Yui, consistently asking her to do certain things for him that require her abilities to be put into use. When Yui picks up on the fact that he’s making her do all of this, she’ll stop and walk away to do something else. If Kino tried to approach Yui, she’d bend ice to keep him in his spot and proceed with her getaway. Kino has to be more careful around her now.
No matter how many books he has read, he could not find one piece of information about the Avatar. Ruki would note that Yui is definitely a special human being, and he would probably give her a little more respect. He is impressed with her ability to bend water the most, and almost wants to treat her as the Mukami family’s personal guard from now on. Yui wouldn’t agree to it though because her duty as the Avatar is to protect all humans and maintain equality and peace.
Kou is interested in Yui’s abilities and constantly wants her to show him everything that she knows. He’s like a child who is in constant awe of everything, but what he’s really interested in seeing is when Yui is in her Avatar State. It’s rare that she enters it because Yui is often afraid to go into the Spirit World, but Kou will always encourage her to do it because he wants to see her in a powerful state, something that Yui doesn’t often do because of her humbling self.
Yuma remarks that Yui is just a fraud because no human can do what she does, but when she bends fire to cook dinner one day for the Mukami family, he gets triggered. It makes him fall back into his childhood memory of when his village burned down and his parents died, and Yuma wonders if another human with firebending skills had done that to his home. He’d walk out of the kitchen and stay away from Yui for awhile until he grasps the fact that Yui would not harm anyone with her status as the Avatar.
Azusa is a little shocked by Avatar Yui, but he still treats her like usual. He has expressed his interest in seeing Yui bend metal and lava, but Yui is afraid that Azusa might hurt himself in the process by getting in the way of her manipulating lava or metal. He admires Yui for her desire to protect and bring peace among all living things on Earth, and comments that she is indeed the precious Eve that they all know and love.
Carla REALLY wants Yui to be his sacrificial bride now, claiming that their children will be very powerful beings to ever roam the Earth and demon world. He’ll have more difficulty in capturing Yui because of her fighting techniques, but he’s up for the challenge. His favorite element to see Yui bend is earth because it amazes him that Yui can control whatever is beneath her and wield it to her best ability. This Founder won’t stop until he becomes an official power couple with Avatar Yui.
Shin is super impressed with Yui and sees her above most humans now. He likes challenging Yui to fights with him, but Yui would deny him because she doesn’t want to fight. It’s not until he pushes her to the limit and threatens her life that she is not hesitant in fighting Shin back in self-defense. He gets a thrill from it, but it ultimately ends with him as the loser.
The One Where Ronan and Adam Hold Hands For the First Time
also it’s all over the place and not very well written, I’ve never done fic before so this is v rough.
Adam made the mistake when he was tired.
He had just come home from a particularly brutal eight hour shift to find Ronan, headphones over ears, forearms on knees, waiting outside his apartment. Nothing new.
Adam would study, finish whatever homework he hadn’t gotten to that weekend and Ronan would look over Adam’s shoulder and make sarcastic comments about all of his assignments.
This had become routine semi recently and Adam couldn’t say he hated the company, until he made the mistake.
He was hunched over a notebook on his bed, muscles aching, stomach growling. Ronan was sitting with his back against the wall, feet up on Adam’s mattress.
Without thinking, Adam let out: “geez I’m starving.”
And there was his mistake. With no hesitation, Ronan reached over to the small fridge in the corner of the room. He opened the door, inspected the contents. Or lack there of.
Ronan was always quietly kind about Adam’s food situation, never expecting anything from Adam knowing the boy couldn’t possibly afford to feed guests. But Adam could tell that things were about to change.
“What the hell Parrish?” He glared at the empty, fluorescent fridge. “When exactly was the last time you ate?”
Adam felt his stomach tighten in a way unrelated to hunger. He wasn’t about to tell Ronan that the last of his food had run out yesterday morning. Or that he didn’t have another trip to the grocery store budgeted until Friday.
Ronan now stood right in front of where Adam sat, tall and handsomely menacing in the receding daylight.
Adam still hadn’t responded to Ronan’s question. He didn’t think he could manage the words with the way Ronan was looking at him: firmly angry and fiercely… protective?
Ronan shook his head and threw himself down on the bed next to Adam, not bothering to move himself when their knees touched.
“Jesus Adam.” Ronan stared down at the exposed wood beneath their feet. “I know how you are about… money things but fuck,” he turned his sharp and caring eyes to Adam, “you have to eat.”
“Ronan, I-” Adam was saved from having to explain himself when Ronan suddenly reached out a hand and entangled his fingered between Adam’s.
“Don’t do this to yourself.” He said quietly, not quite able to look Adam in the eye.
Adam only stared at their hands, wrapped around each other, messily, easily. For some reason, he didn’t feel like letting go. Momentarily, he’d forgotten what conversation they had even been having.
Brought back to reality by the shifting of Ronan’s long, pale fingers, Adam finally spoke, still not tearing his gaze from their entwined fingers.
“Its late,” Adam said. “Can we just… talk about it tomorrow?” He didn’t really know if he was obligated to talk about this with Ronan but right now, Adam could hardly think at all past where his and Ronan’s palms touched.
Ronan nodded slowly as if the movement of his head up and down was breaking him from a trance. He drew his hand from Adams and Adam wished he wouldn’t. Ronan took up his customary place on the floor by Adam’s bed.
That night, Adam only dreamt of Ronan taking his hand.
In the morning, Ronan woke up with the recollection of a strange dream that took place in a supermarket and several giant bags of food for Adam Parrish.
Yes, this is a part two to the Wasteland AU that @haematite3 made. I hope you enjoy it!
Jonathan groaned as the sunlight hit his face from the small opening in his tent. He turned over and snuggled into his worn-out teddy bear, trying to fall back asleep. Sadly, he could not go back to sleep. He groaned again and sat up, rubbing his eyes while still clutching to his teddy bear.
“Damn sunlight waking me up. Why can’t you stay down for a couple more minutes?” He asked to no one in particular (unless you counted his teddy bear as a person). He looked around the tent and made sure that nothing was stolen. He smiled when he saw that nothing had.
Recently he had a bit of a raccoon problem. Meaning, the raccoon would come into his tent and eat some of his food when he was asleep or when he wasn’t there. He finally saw the damn thing and nearly shot it. Sadly, it got away before he could do any kind of harm to it.
He strapped the teddy bear onto his bag and slung the bag over his shoulder. He tapped his teddy bear pin for good luck and grabbed his mask as he stepped out of his tent. “Well, it still looks like shit out here,” he mumbled to himself as he used his hand to block the sun from his eyes. He looked around just to make sure that the critter he had been dealing with wasn’t around.
When he was sure, he went on his way to try and find something in all the rubble. He ‘lived’ in a junkyard for the moment. There was scrap metal lying around, which was good when Jonathan was bored. He liked using his hands, so he would end up making things with the tools and metal that he found. It usually ended up being useless, but Jonathan still enjoyed it.
Everyday, Jonathan would venture farther into the junkyard. It was a huge place, so there was always something new. He used strips of cloth to mark where he had been so he wouldn’t get lost. He found the last one, and went further in.
There, he found a car that had been left to rot. It looked to be in pretty good shape. Jonathan found that the car doors were unlocked, which was good, but also bad. There was a chance that someone might have gotten into it. It was unlikely, since the car windows weren’t destroyed, but there was still a chance.
He struggled to open the glove box, finally prying it open with his hands.
A pistol and a package of bullets fell onto the seat, along with a couple of papers. He looked at the papers to see if he knew the people in who used to own the car. He didn’t recognize the names, so he tossed it to the ground before picking up the pistol. He tossed it around in his hands before putting it in his bag, along with the bullets.
He looked in the back seat of the car, and lit up almost immediately. “Ooh, teddy bear!” He gleamed as he moved towards the back of the car. Sitting in a booster seat in the back was a little teddy bear all buckled up. Jonathan unbuckled the seat and carefully took out the bear. There was a hole in its side, so stuffing was coming out. Jonathan frowned when he saw that, so he took special care in strapping it next to his original teddy bear. He would have to fix it when he got home.
He sat back in the drivers seat and noticed that the keys were still in. Curious, he tried to start the car. It sputtered for a second before dying again. Jonathan’s eyes widened at the sound. Usually cars didn’t work at all, and this one showed potential of being able to drive. If he could get this thing to work, well, the possibilities were endless in Jonathan’s head.
He finally got out of the divers seat and went to the back of the car. He had to pry open the trunk with the crowbar, but that was normal. The trunk popped open, and Jonathan inspected the inside.
Suitcases and bags were in the trunk. Jonathan figured that whatever family wined this car was on vacation. It was a shame that they didn’t make it to their destination. Or maybe they did, and they were coming back home. In that case, it was a shame that they never felt the comforts of home ever again.
Since it was starting to get dark and Jonathan wanted to get to his tent before it was pitch black, he didn’t have enough time to got through the bags and pick what he wanted. So instead, he decided to take them all.
It was a hassle to get them all out, but once he made it back to his tent, Jonathan was glad he took them.
There were lots of clothes in the bags, some that would fit him and others that wouldn’t. But he could use the unfit clothes for other things. One bag had medical supplies, which Jonathan silently thanked whoever had owned these bags. He had a terrible habit of getting hurt all the time, so he needed the supplies.
He finally got to the smallest bag to find that it was the daughters bag. Crumpled up drawings of the vacation were singed on the edges, but you could still see what they were of. Jonathan’s heart sank at all of the things. A small journal was in the bag as well, along with some more toys. Jonathan flipped through the journal, reading the entries.
May 5, 2016
Today we’re finally going home! I’m gonna miss being here, but it was super fun! Mrs. Bear had lots of fun too. Mommy and daddy seem really tired, but I’m pretty sure that had fun too. I’m starting to get tired. Goodnight journal! See you when I get home!
Jonathan nearly cried when he saw that that was the last entry. He took the bear that was loosing stuffing and sighed. He pulled a small sardine can out of his bag and opened it up. Sewing supplies sat inside. His mother had taught him how to sew so he wouldn’t always come to her to fix his stuffed animals.
Luckily the bear hadn’t lost a lot of stuffing, so he didn’t have to use an alternative. He stitched up the bear and took a good look at it. It had a small scrawny skirt and two bows on its ears. He smiled slightly at the bear before getting his original one out.
“I want you to meet my friend, Delirious. He’s a nice bear, and I’m sure you two will get along just fine. Welcome to the family, Emily.”
Prompt:After damaging $1000 worth of private property on a dare Lucas needs a quick way to make the money to pay the guy back. When Charlie Gardner suggests a bet Lucas takes him up on his offer. And what is the bet? Get into the pants of Riley Matthews, the schools very own goody two-shoes princess. AN:This is a short chapter. It’s meant to move the story along, and it picks off right where the last one ends. It only covers that day. Word Count: 1,833 Chapter:9
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He ran with a speed he didn’t know he was capable of. One
stream of consciousness running through his head as he raced through the halls
and up the stairs toward the library. Riley.
He had to know if she was okay.
His feet slapped at the vinyl tile of the school floor as he
thundered around the corner. The closer he got to the entrance the faster he
sped up, since his adrenaline was still high it causes him to slam against the
wooden library doors harder than he anticipated, his elbows hit the hard
surface and a bolt of pain lanced through his arms, not that he could feel it.
The librarian practically jumps out of her skin, shooting
the clearly shaken up boy a stern disapproving look before returning to her
computer. He saunters off, not wanting to cause any more of a scene, his eyes
rapidly scanning the rows between the bookshelves until he spots her.
The second he walks into her line of view, she looks up at
him, a pair of dazzling, vivid brown eyes piercing his insides as he stared
back at her. She was hunched over, arms wrapped around her knees as Isadora
stood by, patting her back lightly as to comfort her.
When Klaus wanted something, he most usually always got it. In this case, he took a particular interest in you. For what reason? You hadn’t figured it out yet. But Klaus slowly but surely started to grow on you. However what was completely unexpected was having two Mikaelson brothers fighting for your affection.
Never did you imagine that Kol Mikaelson would so boldly announce, without fear or hesitation that he too fancied you. That’s what you found out one late night at the compound when Klaus assisted you stay over.
Walking through the complex, it was about 11pm. You couldn’t sleep and wanted to venture around the house to see what else it had to offer. Tightening the robe, which was left by Klaus around your frame, you continued down a flight of stairs just in time to run into Kol.
Kol caught you before there was any chance of a fall, steadying your blance in the process. “I’m so sorry Kol, I didn’t mean to literally run into you”. Going slightly red in the cheeks.
All he did was smirk, “You can ran into me anytime you want darling. Although I am surprised to see you roaming around the compound, instead of being safety nested in Niklaus arms”.
A second wave of turning red occurred, shifting from left foot to right. You weren’t so used to people being so directed. And Kol certainly didn’t shy away from being forward, after all it was in his nature.
“I couldn’t sleep, plus I wanted to see what else the Mikaeslon compound had to offer“. You told the tall brunette vampire, who’s stare was glued to you.
Kol rested his left hand on the stair railing, effectively blocking you in. “My room is always open for inspection, don’t hesitate to come and visit love. I’ll be more than happy to show you a night you wouldn’t forget”.
“I’m not too sure Klaus would approve of that”, muttering to him while stepping around him. He quickly stood in front of you once more.
His eyes turned a darker shade, you couldn’t tell which emotions were swirling but there was definitely a mixture of lust and a small hint of angry. “Ah yes, Niklaus and his rules. According to my brother, you’re off limits. Please don’t test me”.
Frowning at his last statement, “Are you threatening me?”. You asked quite stunned.
He stepped forward, the feeling of his breath hitting your skin causing goosebumps. “No, darling. I’m actually quite offended you jumped straight to that accusation. Niklaus might have warned us that you’re only his, but I don’t give a damn what my brother says…not when it comes to you anyway”.
Still confused, Kol was being very vague. He sensed the confusion and smiled, pushing a piece of hair away from your face. “I’m saying I fancy you Y/N, quite intrigued by you actually. And I do plan to fight for your heart”. His finger traced over your lips, causing your heart to skip one massive beat. Kol leaned in so close, lips merely inches apart. “May the best brother win”, he gently whispered before leaving you in the empty hallway.
Bringing a finger to your lips, the tingling sensation was still there….lingering. Oh, what a dangerous situation this was going to turn out to be. Brother against brother fighting for one women, that story never ended well.
Finally, the fic I promised that anon ages ago is finished (it’s not even that long, I’m sorry, school just got in the way).
They requested: “You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.” I hope they weren’t expecting this to go a sexual route because I took this in an entirely different, but still cute (hopefully) direction.
Seung hyun checked his phone, sighing loudly when there
was nothing there, again. Three days, it had been three days since he
last saw you and still no word, it wasn’t like you. He had sent
countless messages and multiple selfies but you just ignored him, it
was driving him crazy. First you blew him off for coffee and now you
weren’t even answering his texts. He lent back in his chair in the
recording studio, listening as Jiyong told Seungri how he wanted him
to sing his part.
Is she doing this because of the thing at the beach?
Seung hyun thought to himself as his foot tapped uncontrollably. His
mind wondered back to that night and how beautiful you looked dancing
under the moon light as the waves lapped at your feet and the ocean
breeze blowing in your hair. A smile crept up as he remembered the
sweet sound of your giggles as he chased you through the water and
the feeling of you wrapped in his arms as he carried you further into
the ocean. He had never seen you look at him the way you looked at
him that night, you had this intense look of concentration on your
face as your eyes darted around his that made it impossible to take
his own eyes off you.
Summary: Being a broke college student wasn’t fun.You needed to indulge in the finer things sometimes.You wanted those heels, and if it meant making Daddy Kai happy, you couldn’t say no. Warnings: Breath play, slight bondage and gagging
Word Count: 2,434
Written by: Smutty Jaefairy
A/N: Hello there! I’m Smutty Jaefairy and this is my first story on the blog! I hope you enjoy it c:
A supersonic boom quaking the earth beneath you caused you to look up from your book. You shot your gaze to look out the window only to see smoke rising high into the atmosphere. You were surprised there weren’t any flames considering how loud the impact was. Nonetheless, in your panicked state, you rushed from your house and to the crash site.
Upon further inspection, you realized it was a rather large ship-like structure. Or was it a plane? A hybrid of the two? Whatever it was, half of it was in the dirt. You skid to a stop when you heard a rather angry voice.
“You just had to say something.” “I am Groot.” “Don’t give me that!” “I did not see him give you anything,” a third voice spoke. “That is another expression,” a female voice spoke.
Despite your confusion, you hurried over to a door near you that seemed to be only slightly open. As you were inspecting it, a hand shot through the small opening and waved around. You gripped the back part of the bent piece and placed your foot on the side of the vehicle. Seeing as how your adrenaline was still pumping, you managed to pry the hole even wider. With a final pull, you slipped on your hold and fell onto the ground with a grunt.
“Oof!” “Woo! Thanks for opening that, Drax,” the voice paused, “You’re definitely not Drax.”
You flicked your eyes up to see a shirtless man. Recognizing your childhood sweetheart immediately, your eyes widened. He seemed to do the same.
“Peter?” “Y/N?” You glanced around quickly and rambled, “How-What happened? And why aren’t you wearing a shirt? Not that I’m complaining because, mmm. I thought you ran away after-” “Who’s she?” the first voice asked a bit irritated.
You glanced back to see a talking raccoon. A tree-man thing stood next to him along with a tattooed man and a green-skinned girl. With a yipe, you scrambled to your feet, gripping tightly onto Peter.
“That’s…a talking raccoon. And a walking tree,” you continued to panic, “Her skin is green! What-How-Huh?” You gripped your head. “Oh boy, I’m dizzy.” Peter chuckled as he steadied you. “It’s a long story. Let’s get you back to your house.”
He began to walk you in the direction you had come from. You nodded as you tried to make sense of everything.
Summary: It the day after you were burned and now you’re seeking help from wherever you can.
Warnings: Um maybe cursing, maybe blood mention, I forgot oops just be careful.
You’d been up the rest of the night calling all of your contacts. None of them answered. At one point you got so frustrated you started to cry. This couldn’t be happening, not to you. You were the perfect spy, the director loved you. This couldn’t be happening, this was a dream. That’s how Lin found you the next morning crumpled on the ground tears drying on your cheeks.
He gently shook you and you looked up at him. You wiped away the sleep and got up. He gave you some of his clothes, a t shirt and pair of jeans. They didn’t fit but that was okay, they wouldn’t irritate your ripped skin.
He helped you into the car and no matter how much you tried not to you hissed at the pain on the backs of your legs. He apologized and you shook you head. He asked if there was something he could do. So you started asking questions.
“How old are you?” You asked.
“37, what about you?” He asked as he drove slowly through the traffic. He’d told you he’d taken his parents car. He didn’t have one and they lived not to far. This is what had given you enough time you grab your holster and gun from the fake plant and wrap it in your ruined dress.
“I’m twenty seven. What do you do for work?” You asked and clenched your fist as he stopped abruptly.
“I’m a writer,” he said and looked at your hands and winced himself.
“Oh yeah and what have I read of yours.” You said and focused not on the pain but the street you were on. You charged the whole Manhattan island in your mind. You’d come from the north, the A train, Washington Heights, Latino community, popularized by the Broadway play-
“I wrote In the Heights, and I’m working on this Hip Hop musical.” He said and you could tell he was proud of the success his first musical had gotten.
“What’s the hip hop thug about?” You asked and he blushed, you smirked and waited for his answer.
“You’re going to think this is stupid, but the first secretary of treasury.”
“Alexander Hamilton?” You asked and looked at him like he was crazy.
“You know how that is?” He said and you nodded.
“When I was in Quan- college I was a history major.” You said covering up that you went to Quantico. You remembered those three years, half way through your last year the CIA had pulled you out. They wanted you going undercover for them and you’d accepted.
It had been the best seven years of your life.
And now you were burned.
And you didn’t know why.
“Tell me about it.” You said,“Sing me a few verses.” You told him and he did. He didn’t shut up until you reached the hospital. You couldn’t stop listening either. He just talked so passionately, you couldn’t help but want to listen.
“Sorry I talked your ear off.” He said and helping you through the door of the lobby to the waiting room.
“It’s fine, it kept my mind off of things.” You said and it had you hadn’t thought about being burned, or hurt, or alone at all during the whole spiel.
“Do you want me to stay?” He asks and you gave him a sweet, genuine, smile.
“No it’s fine, Lin. Really I’ll be fine, I have friends here who can help me.” He didn’t look so sure and you put a hand on his shoulder. “Really Lin, if your so concerned here.” You said and grabbed his phone and quickly swiped through to his contacts and got his number and put yours in. “I’ll call you. Thanks for everything.” You said and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
He looked dazed, you smirked and walked to the sign in desk as he stared and then walked out. He didn’t know what just happened, and he didn’t know how to feel about it.
When you reached the sign in you let out a breath. You were back in your element.
“I need to see Dr. Williams, tell him Lyra Williams is here to see him.” You told the woman. You stood to the side for a moment waiting. Three adults one child, a slow day. You looked closer, four cameras, you smirked as the door to the offices opened and Lyra Williams was called. You walked slowly and you were left in a room alone. You started to take the clothes you had on off and a door opened.
“Jesus (y/n) do you plan for me to find you like this?” The young doctor asked and you smirked shrugging your shoulders.
“It usually gets me what I want so maybe.” You said and rose a brow at him.
“And Lyra seriously. Stop using that, it’s disrespectful.” He said and you shook your head.
“I’m keeping her memory alive.” You defended and he rolled his eyes.
“Why are you here?” He asked and you gestured to your body and winced.
“What do you think?” You asked he rose his brow at you.
“You know enough to take care of yourself. Unless you’re here for something else.” He said and sat on the little stool and looked at you. “Come here.” He said and you walked closer. He brought your arms up to his eyes.
“You jump from a building or something?” Be asked and you nodded.
“Uh yeah.” You said and he looked nonchalant. Which he could, he’d seen you in worse shape. You shuddered remembering the first time he’d ever done surgery on you. You’d literally been in pieces.
“Who were you running from?” He asked and you were hesitant to answer. He wasn’t supposed to know, he didn’t have clearance. He was your only friend, you knew he knew you were burned. He was still helping you, he was such a good friend. You didn’t know why he still stuck around with you, but you were thankful. “Double agents.”
He stopped looking at your biceps and looked at you.
“Where was Felix?” You rolled your eyes. He knew where Felix had been. He’d left, the coward, you’d been burned and he fled the scene and wouldn’t answer your calls.
“He left, I had to jump and I rolled. Then I had to run for miles. I ended up in Washington Heights.” You said as he looked through the cabinets. You didn’t know what he was looking for but he cursed when he couldn’t find it.
“Continue I’m listening, nurse can you please go find me the burn jell please.” He said opening the door to talk to a person out there.
“And then I got some help from a civilian and now I’m here. I tried calling everyone, but I knew the only people who could help me were dead, and you.” You told him and he nodded.
It took an hour, but eventually your legs and arms were wrapped. “I’ll come over to your apartment and help redress them tonight.” He said and led you to the back entrance and you walked out in scrubs he had found in a closet.
He pulled you close and whispered in your ear.
“They’re looking for you, you’ve been framed. Stay safe, stay hidden.”
When you got to your own apartment you ran a hand through your hair. It looked like a hurricane came through. You sighed and went to your room everything had been looked through. You smirked as you walked through throwing things on the bed. They thought they knew all your secrets.
You tapped a small chipped piece in the wall and it flipped. All your guns still there. You quickly put everything in suitcases and bags. You grabbed anything that would help you and walked out the door. They probably had a bug in there. Maybe a camera you doubts it though. You’d been on the other end of a burned agent you knew the protocol. The wall out to the parking lot was quiet. No one was out, and you were thankful. You got to your car, it didn’t look like it had been touched, you could never be sure. You set your things down and did a sweep of your whole car. When you were satisfied with your inspection, you opened the trunk and starting stuffing suitcases into it.
“Going on a trip?” You jumped at the voice. You turned a smile on your face. You turned to see an elderly man getting out of the elevator that came to the parking lot.
“No Mr. Jenkins I’m moving. Do you need help with something?” You asked sweetly.
“No, no,” he looked conflicted as he said it,“Some people showed up this afternoon.” He said and you put on a concerned face.
“Oh, I’m sorry, those were some moving people, did they bother you?” You asked. They’d get nothing out of him, but still.
“No, they just came in and made lots of noise. I don’t like lots of noise.” He said and walked closer. He looked like he was going to get in the car next to you.
“Be careful Rebecca. They didn’t seem to kind.” He said and you nodded. You finished putting your bags in your car and you got in. You sped out of the parking lot Mr. Jenkins watching you go.
You planned to leave the city. Never come back, until at least you knew what was going on. You texted Williams an address and the letter ‘a’. He would know, what you didn’t plan on happening was as you were about to cross the bridge your phone started ringing.
“Lin, how was your day?” You asked.
“It was good, how you’re arms and legs.”
“Oh I got them wrapped, I’m feeling a lot better really. Just a flesh wound.” You looked in the rear view, three black cars were following you.
You wake up to the rays of sunshine infiltrating you bedroom curtains. Feeling a big stretch coming along, your back arches and your hands fall widely at your side, until you hit something with your hand. You hear a groan next to you, opening one eye you see the ray of sunshine and another sunshine sleeping next to you shuffling around on your bed.
You sit up to let out a yawn, looking around the room, you vaguely remember falling asleep on the couch last night . You get up to tug the curtains closer together, when you see the clock on the night stand.
“Oh my god” You start pulling on the blanket Hoseok is wrapped around. “You overslept! Wake up” You shake him, knowing full well he won’t budge at your small amount of force.
You lean over him to grab your pillow raising it up to begin an attack when you see his eyes squint up at you.
“What are you doing, y/n?”
“Don’t you have dance practice?”
He rubs his eyes and lets out a wide yawn before sitting up too “Todays my day off, silly”
“What?” you drop the pillow in your hand, “Is that today?”
“Mhm” he grabs you waist and pulls you down on the bed with him again, “Now lets retake that scene, to you waking me up with a kiss.” his lips puckering out towards you as you hold back laughter.
“There is no NG in real life.”
“But babe” he pouts, pulling you up on top of him to straddle him.
“You haven’t even brushed your teeth.” You lean down to whisper into his ear, his pout turns to a smirk as he wraps his arm around you again and positions you under him. Hovering over you, he fully opens his eyes to inspect your face slowly.
“I have a whole day planned out - ” he leans down centimeters away from your face and kisses your cheek “- and that involves you -” kisses your forehead “- me - ” your nose “- and a whole lot of this.” You feel a smile tug on your lips as he finally presses his lips onto your own.
“Where are we going?” you stare out the window as the buildings of the city pass by disappearing until they’re replaced with empty land.
“Guess.” he glances at you quickly before turning his eyes back on the road. You turn away from the window to stare at Hoseoks thumb rubbing circles on your hand intertwined with his.
As you were making breakfast, Hoseok packed all of the stuff needed for today, even going as far as to make you close your eyes as he passed by the living room to put stuff in the car. He didn’t usually have days off, so you understood his insistence on the surprise, but he didn’t do a very good job at keeping it a surprise.
He asked where the sunscreen was, and the spare towels, and your bathing suit.
You bring his hand to your lips as you start to smile at his cuteness.
“What is it? why are you laughing?”
“Nothing, I just really want to know here we’re going.”
You take a deep breath and begin to smell the hint of salt water mixed mixed in the air.
“Leave your phone in the car, babe”
“Because what if someone calls” he explains “then it won’t be our day, it’ll be our day plus the call from someone.”
You begin to laugh at his sudden logic, “Alright, no cellphone, that goes for you too!”
“Oh and here -” he hands you a pair of sunglasses matching the ones he has on.
“Couples sunglasses?” you tease as you slide them on your face
He glances at you quickly letting out a laugh, “They’re too big on you.”
Arriving at the beach , Hoseok points out the changing room and hands you, your swimsuit with your overwear. Once you were finished changing, you open the door to a Hoseok with furrowed eyebrows peaking through his sunglasses looking over at the other people. he looks up toward you, quickly standing up.
“I didn’t think they’d be that many people,” Even though the media revealed your relationship, Hoseok was still very protective around cameras and masses of people. Though it was rare, it made you extremely self conscious and you’d both rather avoid any situations with that.
“I’m sure it won’t be a problem.” He nods slightly, grabbing your hand and both of your shoes in the other as you begin walking towards the sea.
“Wanna go in?” you tease him, knowing his slight fear of the ocean.
“You can go in” he clarifies. You ignore his comment as you pull him softly to where the water meets the sand.
You stare as the big wave clashes with other becoming smaller and smaller until it reaches your feet. Well, almost reaches you feet, since Hoseok pulls you away as it starts getting closer. You giggle slightly at his persistence in staying dry.
You let go of his hand as you make your way towards another wave, determined to feel the salt water on your feet. The cold water wraps around your feet for an instance before pulling back.
“Oh what is that!” you glance down to see a small pastel pink shell half hidden in the wet sand. You grab it quickly before the tide takes it away. You half run back to Hoseok to show him the shell, “Look!“
He ties his eyebrows together as he notices the small shell in your hand.
“It matches your hair” you say comparing it to the streak of pink “Well a part of your hair.”
He laughs at your comparison, “Why don’t we find all the colors of my hair?” he suggest, “The one with the most shells gets to pick all the songs on the ride back.”
Your eyes widen as you realize that winning means you can tease him at the whole way back by singing and seat-dancing to his songs. You quickly turn start to look down at the sand for shells.
“That ones mine” you laugh as Hoseok grabs and runs away with another one of your spotted shells, “Stop it! You’re cheating”
“No, I’m winning” he teases. he runs up to you and shows you his collection, “They’re all so pretty.” His white shirt is pulled up half way in order to store the shells there.
“I have more” You show off your collection you store inside a towel.
“We can make it into a necklace when we get back to the city” Hoseok grabs your towel and starts running again. You half run after barely having energy when you clutch your stomach in laughter.
“Stop!” you yell, resuming to get back you shells from him.
He stops after a few seconds, panting out in exhaustion, “I’m going to leave them in the car. Stay right here” He insists slowly walking backward on the beach towards the car “I’ll be back.”
You put your hands on your knees clearly tired out too and throw him a thumbs up unable to get words out from your lack of breath.
After a while passes, you sit down on the sand and begin to see the sun set, as well as see many of the other visitors grabbing their stuff to leave.
You stand up to stretch your back, when you hear a grunt and sand being disturbed behind you. “Don’t turn around!” is all you hear Hoseok yell.
“It’s getting late” you yawn, exhausted from todays activities, “And cold.” Just as the worlds left your mouth you feel a blanket wrap around you. You turn around to face your boyfriend looking down at you giving you a quick peck on the lips. Leaning over to the side slightly, you see a bonfire with two seats.
“Are we staying the night?” you raise your eyebrow at him.
“No, but just a little while longer.” he grabs your hand and begins walking over to the chairs, sitting down and motioning you to do the something.
“That was pretty fast fire you got started here” you look around at the emptiness of the beach again and smile down at him as you refuse the seat next to him and sit on his lap. Using it as an excuse to put some blanket on him.
“Yeah, it’s all about concentration and precision”
“Uhhu, or just a lighter from the gas station we stopped by on our way here” you tease as you snuggle into his arms.
As the night begins to color the sky blue and then black, tiny specks of light start to appear above. You feel as if you’ve blinked your eyes and they’ve multiplied to million more.
“Look there” Hoseok points at some a star clutter “Thats scorpio”
“ohhh” you nod matter a factly, staring intently at the clutter. “I don’t see it”
“Neither do I.” You stare back at him biting back a laugh, he was still staring at the clutter with his lips turned downwards searching hard to find the figure.
“Then why did you say it was there?”
“I thought you’d see it..” his eyes shift to you again, his mouth quirking up again. You stare down at his lips as they begin to pucker out towards you.
“Look at that” you point towards another grouping of stars, “I think thats Taurus”
“Yah! That constellations not even out this season.” he scoffs “Aigoo is that how you’re going to be? ignoring my kiss like that, y/n.”
The smell of the sea makes you sigh, seeking deeper into Hoseoks’ arms. Time almost seems to come to a halt as you stare at the dark space ahead to where the fires light ends.
“I know my schedules are hectic and everything about me is not normal” he kisses your hair softly, “But you’ve never complained, not once.” his hand goes up to reach for your chin to slowly lift your face to his “All these stars are jealous of me and i would be too if I had to look down every night at you every night seeing you with just some guy that doesn’t have enough time for you”
You quickly blink back a tear that threatens to leave your eye. You lean forward a little to slowly push his forehead with yours, feeling his breathe on your mouth - “Yah, stop saying stuff like that.” you shake your chin out of his grasp to lean in slowly to meet his lips.
His hand comes to your cheek to move it slowly to the side as his tongue lightly taps your lips for permission. You sigh right into the kiss letting him take the lead. he tugs lightly on your lips pulling back to drown his eyes with your facial features before a small smile appears on his face; the sensation always making your heartbeat a little too fast and your nerves a little too awaken further throughout your body.
You don’t even notice a tiny fast streak in the sky - not that you’d need it, not with Jung Hoseok by your side.
North’Ark was part of the unit. Their orders were
clear: Get in, kill everyone, find the prisoner, and get out. The
shaman sharpened his axes and gave offerings to the elements to pray
for their safe return. Once that was done, he prepped Icefang with a
war saddle. He glances over at One-Ear and Firemane. Neither wore a
saddle, or any other sign that they were tamed. North’Ark
remembered the first time he had seen Kelutra fight mounted. She had
been astride Black-Ember, and they had been so in tune with each
other that no saddle or reins were necessary. They simply moved like
a single unit, all communcation done through weight and touch and
subconscious understanding. He was envious. Both were children of
Warsong, but only she could fight like one.
The horn sounded,
and he mounted up, followed by Kelutra’s worgs. The troop was
mainly composed of Horde soldiers, though some Alliance and Demon
Hunters had joined. Korrash was leading the host, and they moved out.