out of her head she sang

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“Drogon,” she sang out loudly, sweetly, all her fear forgotten. “Dracarys.” The black dragon spread his wings and roared. A lance of swirling dark flame took Kraznys full in the face. His eyes melted and ran down his cheeks, and the oil in his hair and beard burst so fiercely into fire that for an instant the slaver wore a burning crown twice as tall as his head. The sudden stench of charred meat overwhelmed even his perfume, and his wail seemed to drown all other sound.

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Summary: Jon and Robb meet for drinks at a bar where you sing (Modern Day AU). 

Word Count: 2,687

A/N: Here is the long awaited Jon Snow imagine, guys! Hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by valyriansword

The wind stabbed at Jon’s face, cold daggers digging into his cheeks and making him grit his teeth, wrap his arms around himself tighter. Why he even convinced himself of leaving his apartment tonight was beyond him right now. But every step brought him closer to the bar until he was stepping through the door and breathing in relief at the warmth that greeted him.

Shaking off his jacket, he hung it on the coat rack and breathed warm air into his hands, rubbing them together as he approached the bar counter. His brother was already there, waiting with two pints of Jon’s favorite beer.

Jon let himself smile. “Jeyne let you out tonight?” he asked in form of greeting.

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Leave A Message: Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones

Summary: AU, After a night of heavy drinking, Betty Cooper realizes she’s left a series of revealing messages on her crush and roommate, Jughead Jones’s phone. 

Words: 1,600

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, swearing, sexual dialogue but mostly embarrassing fluff. 

A/N: I’ve edited this myself so I apologize for errors. 


Betty Cooper’s head was pounding. She had made the mistake of going out with her roommates Cheryl Blossom and Veronica Lodge to celebrate the end of finals. Now she was sitting at their kitchen island cradling a cup of coffee, trying to figure out if IHOP delivered.

“Good Morning!” Cheryl sang as she skipped into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. Her luscious red was piled up on top of her head and her skin was glowing. She looked like an angel not someone who had partied hard the night before. “How are you?” She asked Betty.

“I’m so hungover” Betty groaned resting her head on her arms. “I’ve never been this hungover.”

“Yeah, you really shouldn’t have done all those shots of Liquid Cocaine.” Cheryl chuckled and began taking out a few frying pans. “You want some bacon and eggs?” She asked.

“I do!” Veronica answered, her silk black robe trailing behind her matching her beautiful black hair. She walked up to Cheryl and gave her a soft kiss. Cheryl and Veronica had been dating since before they had left Riverdale and their relationship was goals.

“How are you guys not hungover?” Betty asked.

“We didn’t do three shots of tequila and then perform a Coyote Ugly style dance on the bar. You drank so much you should be dead.” Veronica informed.

“I wish I was dead.” Betty said sliding off her stool and laid on the floor. “The tile is so cold. I love the tile.”

“You’ve seen better days, Cooper.” Jughead Jones exited his bedroom from the other side of the loft and sat in the stool Betty just occupied. Jughead was Betty’s fourth and final roommate and she had developed a deep crush on him since the four of  them had moved from Massachusetts to California for school.  

Jughead had blossomed in the sunshine state. He had taken up surfing and gotten a tan, transforming himself into a ripped golden god. Whatever girls didn’t like about his moodiness in Riverdale, they loved here. Betty hated that she didn’t make a move sooner and now that he was bedding Californian goddesses, she knew she didn’t stand a chance.

“Oh god.” She muttered rolling onto her back. She was so dehydrated she could hear herself blinking. She focused on Jughead messy mop of black hair when he appeared above her.

“Up we go.” He said lifting her into the sitting position. “Take these,” he dropped two extra strength Advil in her palm. “And drink the entire glass.” He instructed.

She did as she was told and steadied herself against him when she stood up. “I need to go back to sleep.”

“Yes, you do.” Jughead agreed walking her back to her room. “Do you need to use the washroom?” He asked.

“I’m not a child, Jug.” Betty snapped.

“Oh, I’m sorry, were you not just rolling around on the floor moaning?” He cocked an eyebrow and helped her into bed. She got underneath the covers and he tucked her in. “Get more rest, you’re gonna need it.” He winked and left her room, closing her door.

Her brow furrowed at her choice of words but she was too tired to give it much more thought than that.

She woke up at 3 in the afternoon feeling much better. Still hungover but manageable. She stumbled out into the living room and found Jughead reading a book. “There she is!” He exclaimed. “I got more Advil out and grabbed some water. There is some left over Thai from lunch in he fridge if you are hungry.”

Betty grabbed the Advil, headed over to the kitchen and began heating up her food. Once the Thai was nice and hot she made way back over to the couch.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked not looking up from his book.

“Mmmm” She answered with a mouth full of food.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” He questioned.

She shook her head. “Not really.”

“So you don’t remember dancing on the bar?” He inquired.

She shook her head.

“You don’t remember leading the whole bar in a rendition of ‘Come On Eileen’?”

“How do you know this? You weren’t even there”

“Cheryl was sending me videos.” He paused. “Do you remember making a phone call?”

“It’s 2018, Juggie, no one makes phone calls anymore.” She rolled her eyes and took a gulp of her water.

“You sure about that?” He asked again.

“I haven’t spoken on a phone in like two years.”

Jughead took out his cell, began scrolling and finally pushed a button. He held it up so they could both hear it.

“Jughead, mother fucking, Jones.” Betty’s gravelly drunken voice rasped out of the phone.

Her eyes widened and she started choking on her food.

“You fucking idiot with your stupid hat and your stupid attitude and your stupid face like you don’t know how amazing you are. Well, I guess you kinda do now with that revolving bevy of girls in our apartment all the time. And what is wrong with me huh? I’m hot, I’ve had six guys hit on me tonight. Six!”

She heard herself yell through the phone and she buried her head in her arms. “No, no, no.” She repeated over and over again.

“I’m smart too and my personality is okay, so what’s your problem Jughead, huh? I’ve been told that my vagina is like, the actual best. Like, what do I need to do? I guess there is a possibility that you aren’t interested in me but I’m the tits so why wouldn’t you be.” She paused. “Another thing, you actual piece of shit-” She was cut off and he lowered the phone.

“Please tell me I didn’t call you back.” She asked, looking at him through her fingers.

He was smirking and she wanted to smack him. “That was the first of fifteen messages. My favorite was how you told me that you obsess over how big my penis is but it’s probably just normal size and that you should stop worrying about it because this isn’t a romance novel.” He chuckled.

She made a whiny, crying sound, her face burning hot.

He didn’t say anything like she expected. She expected him to tease her, she expected him to tell her that they were friends but their relationship wouldn’t be anything more than that but he didn’t. She felt his weight on the couch beside her. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked.

“Would it made a difference if I did?”

“Uh, yeah, kind of a big difference, do you know how you appear to others? Do you know how intimidating you are?” His voice was soft and sincere.

“What are you talking about?” She snapped, rubbing her temples.

“You’re beautiful, smart and funny. You make everything seem so effortless, you should date an architect or something.”

“Why is everyone so obsessed with architects?” She moaned, falling back into the cushions of the sofa.

Jughead sighed. “Betty, did you ever think about just asking me out?”

She threw him some serious side eye. “Oh yeah Jug, I’ll just walk up to you and be like, ‘Hey, I know we’ve known each other forever and I’ve ignored you for most of it but now that you’re all hot and dating models and shit, you wanna go out on a date?’” She scoffed.

“Okay.” He replied.

“What?” She sat up quickly, wincing when he head throbbed.

“I’ll go out with you.”

“Why? You date hipster girls who wear glasses they don’t need and are way too big for their face. You date girls who always look good in a romper, always have perfect Coachella hair and eat avocado toast everyday. I go days without showering, I’ve slept in the library more than once, I’ve dropped a McDonalds hamburger on the ground and still ate it because I had spent my last dollar on it and it was all I could eat for 17 hours until I got paid. Last night I threw up in my hamper-”

Jughead cut her off with a kiss. Betty was taken aback by the sudden gesture and it took her body a moment to relax and really accept what was happening. Betty had fantasized about this moment every night for months. What he would smell like, what he was taste like, how he would feel. He tasted like the cinnamon tic tacs he was always eating, spicy and sweet. He smelled like clean laundry, the sea and coconuts from using the girls shampoo all the time. Betty ran her hands through his hair bringing him closer to her. His body was hard and muscular and he pushed it against her, his skin warm and tan and so different from what she expected.

He parted from her, a smile on his face. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

“Liar.” Betty whispered, her eyes still closed.

“Betty, I’ve had a thing for your since the ninth grade.” He admitted, kissing her again.

“Do you want to take this into the bedroom?” She cooed running her hands over his chest.

“No, Bets.”

Her head jerked back. “What? Why? You take all these girls to bed and not me?”

“Betty, you aren’t all girls, you’re the girl.” He smiled and kissed her again.

She smiled back. “Can you please, for the love of god, delete all the messages I left you.”

“Um, absolutely not, this shit belongs in the MOMA.” He took out his phone. “Prepare yourself for message number two.”

#DateMeBuckyBarnes (Part 12)

Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].

Word Count: 986

‘#DateMeBuckyBarnes’ Masterlist

A/N: Enjoy :)

Originally posted by skyexwanda

“Run, Y/N.”

What?

"Run away from him now before it’s too late.”

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When Chasing Love (NSFW 18+)

A/N: Hiii, this is like my first ever Stuart fic. I’ve technically done one with the Hoes a while back but this is my first individual one. The title of this was based off a poem by Michael Faudet that is the bases for this fic. I want to thank @writing-obrien as usual for being my biggest motivator and helper, but I’m also going to thank her for any future help she will undoubtly lend me. This is really different than I’ve written before, but it was the best way I could think to give a good perspective from all sides instead of one. I also wanted to try this style of writing out, because I do plan on writing a Styida fic at some point. I hope you guys like this and thank you all for being wonderfully beautiful people.

Warning: Public Fingering and Alcohol Abuse (Because again, they’re drunk.)

Word Count: 3847

Originally posted by prettiestcaptain

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The Hottie Next Door Part Three

Characters : Chris Evans x Reader

Summary : Chris moves in next door. Only thing is, he isn’t alone. *based off my out of bounds series*

Warning : Language and VERY LIGHT smut
Word Count : 1.9K
A/N : So I was just only going to post on my wattled but some of you don’t have it, so for now, until September, I will post on both here and my wattpad. Enjoy! 

Tagging : @imaginesofdreams @deansimpalaqueen@chrisevansisdaddy04​ @almundbuttercup @sailorchibimoonunicorn​ @mybucky-yourbucky​ @theresnotenoughwords@hollycornish

Part One - Part Two 

The breeze fell still, and everything seemed so quiet.

Or so it seemed.

Your fingers were deep in Chris’ hair as your lips molded against his. You were both so caught up in each other, taking every second in. Until the sound of a dog barking caught your attention, breaking the kiss.

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Google: “...sirens actually exist?!”

The siren eased herself into the bath tub, sighing with pleasure. She closed her eyes and sang quietly as her head slipped under the water.

A knock on the bathroom door. “Come in, lover,” the siren called out, pulling herself into a sitting position.

The door cracked open and a young woman poked her head in. “I… brought… you a rubber ducky… and some… salt water taffy?” her voice cracked nervously, curving the statement into an awkward question. They had been dating for about a month, this was all still very new, and information on “what presents to get a siren girlfriend” is not terribly easy to come by. Especially when your first Google search was “sirens actually exist?!”

Liquid, bell-like giggles filled the tiny apartment bathroom as the monster beckoned the young human closer and kissed her softly. “Thank you! I don’t know what to do with the duck but I love candy. I shall enjoy them both.”

Much later, alone, the young woman added a text post to her blog: “Siren girlfriend early dating gift tip: buy her candy from the pier. Your favorite flavor and a flavor you don’t recognize so you can try it both together.”

An Aquarius kissed me on New Years eve, and she smiled at me and held my hand softly in hers. She slowly placed her hands on my cheeks and tells me a happy new year and said, “Enjoy it. Love every bit of it, the new you and the new, well, everything..”

An Aries roughly pulled me into a kiss, and then smiled at me. She gave me a 1-2 jab on the chest and placed her hands on my cheeks and greeted me a new year and said, “Don’t go back. You don’t look back.” she smiled once more and kissed me.

A Cancer laughed and giggled and jumped in my arms and cheered with me for the New Year. She placed her hands on my cheeks and kissed me softly and said, “Conquer this year, and make sure you make the best of it..”

A Capricorn leaned herself to me, the lingering smell of alcohol on her clothes she spilled two minutes before the countdown. She placed her hands around my neck and looked into my eyes and smiled and said, “You make this count. Don’t you ever regret it. Don’t you ever regret me.”

A Gemini laughed beside and she pulled out of the balcony where we were alone. She pulled me into her arms and smiled, “Happy New Year. Don’t make dumb decisions.” she whispered into my ear before pushing me away, and went back into the crowd.

A Leo guided me to a room and sat me down and smiled at me seductively. “Let’s make this year a year to remember..”

A Libra smiled and rested her head on my shoulder and sat with me in silence, the crowd cheered for the new year and sang. She placed a hand on mine and squeezed it softly and whispered, “Happy New Year..”

A Pisces jumped into my arms and kissed me over and over and looked down at me. She smiled at me told me how happy she was that she was going to start a new year with me, and I hope we continue to spend more new years together.

A Sagittarius gave me drinks and we drank throughout the night, we laughed and danced and she thanked me for being such a wonderful date, she kissed me on the cheek and we managed to talk and drained ourselves before the night was over. She greeted me a new year and kissed me once more.

A Scorpio drowned herself with alcohol and it was a blast, she made herself the life of the party and as the ball dropped and the new year began, we all cheered and laughed. She grabbed me and kissed me and whispered to keep her safe for the new year.

A Taurus danced with me and got tangled in each others arms, we laughed and talked, we smilled. It felt as if the crowd was disappearing before us and it was just only us. She brushed her nose with mine and giggled at how childish that was. The countdown began and we whispered the numbers to ourselves. She smiled and kissed me. The fireworks in the background, the view was amazing.

A Virgo looked me in the eyes, a soft smile on her lips. She placed a hand on my cheek. The countdown began and I gazed into her eyes. A tear moves down her cheek, and as the countdown reached 1.. she leaned and whispered into my ear, “Forget me…” and sadly she rose and squeezed my arm before standing and leaving the room.

—  New Year
Song of Themyscira | Six

Summary: As an Amazonian warrior, you’re invited to Man’s World by Diana Prince. Ares, angered by the situation, decides to send an army, led by his son, to disrupt the peace. Will James be able to follow through, or will the Amazonians keep the peace?

Pairing: James ‘Bucky’ Barnes x Amazon!Reader

Word Count: 1774

Warnings: Language (for now)

A/N: Two updates in one day, this happens once in a blue moon, so enjoy ;) huge, huge, HUGE shoutout to mi tartita, April, for beta’ing this and restoring my confidence every chapter, te amo || SoT masterlist

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My champion (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

Warnings : Sad Zach, make out sesh, (mentions of sex ?), also English is still not my native language.
Word count: 2283.

Originally posted by itsme-hannahbaker

A/N: I posted my first imagine a few days ago (about my love, Montgomery, you can read it here) and you guys were just so nice, I received so many kind comments. I know I said it would be my first and last imagine, but I decided to continue writing. I hope you all like this one too xx.


Looking up at the clock, Zach sighed. They had less than fifteen seconds to go, and were ten points behind the other team. There was no way on earth that they could win this time. He turned his attention back to the game, watching as Justin ran towards the basket while dribbling the ball. The crowd cheered as he scored, giving the boys hope to continue the match. The bleachers were filled with cheering teenagers and some parents who came to see their sons play. Most of them were from Liberty High, as they were playing there, but a good third were supporters of the other team. Liberty High managed to score once more before the horn went off, signalling the end of the game. But it wasn’t enough.

Zach groaned, crouching down and letting his head fall into his open hands. Someone tapped his back in a comforting manner, probably Justin, be he did not look up. Instead, he stayed there, with his head hanging low, trying to catch his breath after the intense game. The season has just started and it was the very first match they lost, so he knew it wasn’t the end of the world. But God, was it frustrating. Zach hated losing, failing. He hated when his team would lose a game, he hated when he would fail a test. It did not only make him feel like a failure, but also a disappointment. A disappointment to his friends, to his family, to his girlfriend.

Loud laughs and screams from the other team filled the emptying gymnasium as they celebrated their victory. Zach could hear a few boys snickering as they passed him, heading to the locker room, but he decided to ignore it. He wasn’t one to pick fights.

Y/N stood on the bleachers, her eyes focused on her boyfriend who was still crouching in the middle of the hall. Her heart ached at how defeated he looked at that moment. She knew that Zach would beat himself up, he always did even though she had told him times and times again that it wasn’t his fault; that their team couldn’t win every single game and that the most important thing was to give their best. All she wanted to do was to run up to him and hug him, hold him close to her and rub his back, whispering that they’ll do better next time. But she knew better than to do just that. Y/N knew that Zach needed time after a defeat, so she decided to give it to him. She waited as the gymnasium emptied itself, and then left herself. She decided to wait for her boyfriend and their friends in the parking lot, near Zach’s car.

Jessica and Justin got there first, making their way over Y/N holding hands. Y/N smiled at them and embraced them quickly. She could tell that Justin wasn’t happy with himself either. His eyebrows were in a permanent frown and his lips in a thin line. He was trying not to show how crushed he was, but Y/N had known him for over five years and knew him all too well.

“We’re going to hang out at Bryce’s with the others, you wanna join?” Jessica asked, intertwining her fingers with her boyfriend’s. Y/N thought about the offer, it wouldn’t be too bad, right? Usually they had parties at Bryce’s place after the Tigers won a game, but a get together with a few friends might actually cheer her boyfriend up. She was going to accept and say that they’ll be there in a few, until she saw Zach exiting the high school building.

“Uh, I think we will pass this time. But you have fun, guys.” She patted Justin’s shoulder and hugged Jess again before the couple left, heading to Jess’s car. One look at her boyfriend was enough for her to know that he wasn’t in a partying mood tonight. His eyes missed their usual spark, his grip on his sports bag was so tight his knuckles turned white. Zach took his time making his way over to his girlfriend, his steps long but slow.

“Hey there.” Y/N said softly, putting her arms around his neck and embracing him tightly once he was standing right in front of her. Zach’s head landed on her shoulder and she could feel him let out a long sigh. Her brows furrowed and she bit her bottom lip in concern, pulling away from him as he didn’t hug her back and looked straight into his chocolate brown eyes, waiting for an answer.

“What are you still doing here?” He mumbled, making eye contact for the first time since the end of the game. He didn’t mean to sound rude, though, and she knew it. He was sad and probably a bit ashamed. The boys had spent so much time practicing for this match, as they knew that the team they were playing against was really good. But it was all for nothing, or at least that’s what he thought.

 “Waiting for you.” Y/N said, taking his sports bag from him and putting it in his car’s trunk, ignoring his eye roll.

“I want to be alone, Y/N.” Zach pinched the bridge of his nose as he watched his girlfriend. She turned around to face him, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“No, you don’t.” She took a step toward him, putting her hands on his chest. “You always say you do, but you don’t.” It was true, he knew it. He’d always push her away when he felt like this, but he’d run back to her only a couple of hours later because she was the only one who could make him feel better. A small smile appeared on his face, which made Y/N let out a sigh of relief before she continued. “So, how about we go to Rosie’s, then head back to my place?” She questioned, her eyes sprinkling with hope. Y/N’s enthusiastic expression made Zach’s heart melt. He chuckled as she got on her tiptoes to press her lips to his for a quick but sweet kiss and she knew that he couldn’t resist her now.

“Fine.” Zach put his hands on her hips as she pulled away and leaned in for another kiss, making her giggle. It was crazy how much calmer he was already. Minutes ago he was planning to go home, give the punching ball that he had installed in the basement a few hits, and go to bed – ready to forget about this awful evening. But now all he wanted was to cuddle his girlfriend the whole night while eating some take out from Rosie’s.

Pushing her hair behind her ears, Y/N made her way to the passenger seat, immediately plugging her phone to the radio and blasting her favourite song of the moment. Zach shook his head in amusement, a smirk playing on his lips at the sight of his girl singing along to the music. He started the engine and drove off, soon joining her as they both sang at the top of their lungs. As the couple approached the little restaurant, Y/N was a giggling mess. She looked at her boyfriend as he tried to rap along an Eminem song. He was doing great at first, but then the pace accelerated and she couldn’t hold her laugh in anymore. Y/N unplugged the device from the radio as Zach parked the car, her Y/E/C still looking at him lovingly.

She couldn’t believe that she actually had him. After all these years of crushing on him, he was finally hers. Zach Dempsey was one of the kindest guys at Liberty High, with no doubt. He was everything she has ever wanted, and more. Smart, charming, funny, and extremely good looking. He made her feel things she had never felt before. She felt safe, loved and cherished. She felt like the luckiest girl on the entire planet with him. Y/N didn’t understand what Zach was doing with a simple girl like her, but she wasn’t going to complain, right?

“Let’s go.” Zach’s soft voice brought her back to reality. He winked at her and gave her his famous smile, making her blush before getting out of the car and opening the passenger door for her. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek in an attempt to stop herself from laughing, but cracked a big smile at him nonetheless.

Taking her fragile hand in his significantly larger one, the brown-haired boy led his girlfriend to the little restaurant. They sat in their usual booth at the back as they waited for their order.

“We really sucked, huh?” Zach whispered, his mood suddenly changing from joyful to defeated once again. This wasn’t a surprise to Y/N though, she knew that cheering him up wasn’t going to be an easy task. She sighed, placing her hands on his across the table. She gave them a quick squeeze and a sent a reassuring smile in his direction.

“You didn’t. You were all great. You, Justin, all of you!” She was hoping to get a reaction out of him, a smile, a hum, a simple nod would have sufficed – but she got none of that. Instead, Zach was just staring at their hands as Y/N started drawing circles on them with her thumbs in a soothing manner. “Babe, look at me.” She demanded and he slowly obliged.

“We fucked up, that’s all.” He mumbled stubbornly, making Y/N scoff, which caused him to quirk an eyebrow at her.

“You lost the game, yes. But it’s not a big deal. You were good, but the other team was good too. You’ll do better next time. Stop beating yourself up. You’re always going to be my champion.” Zach nodded at her words, smiling as the word champion left her mouth. She would always call him that, whether they won or not. “Now let’s go home.” She said as the waiter brought two plastic bags filled with food to their table. Zach paid for the order before Y/N could even take her wallet out of her pocket, making her groan and him chuckle. They made their way out hand in hand, quickly getting into Zach’s car and driving to Y/N’s house.

Y/N’s parents adored her boyfriend, so they did not mind him spending time at their house. Her mother was so fond of the young boy, always telling her daughter that she should hold him. It took a bit more for her father to appreciate him, but after three months of them dating he understood that Zach’s intentions were good.

Making their way upstairs, Zach and Y/N waved to her parents who were sitting in the living room, watching a movie. Y/N shook her head at her mother, who was about to say something, probably ask how the game went. Her mother shoot her a knowing smile while nodding, then turned back to the TV.

Zach climbed onto Y/N’s bed after putting the take out on her desk. He watched as his girlfriend made her way over to him, lying down next to him and cuddling into his side.

 “So… Movie?” Y/N asked, her hand moving up to his chest as his arm made its way around her waist. Zach pressed his lips to her forehead, making her hum and snuggle closer to him. He cupped her face with his hand gently, tilting it up so he could kiss her properly.

 “Thank you so much for everything, babe.” He mumbled against her lips before kissing her again, but this time more forcefully, totally ignoring her question. Y/N internally rolled her eyes, but did not complain. In fact, she pulled him closer to her by his neck, deepening the kiss as she slipped her tongue into his mouth, making him groan. Zach swiftly moved them so he was hovering over her, his arms on either side of her body. Y/N’s fingers played with the little hairs at the base of his neck, which she knew was going to drive him crazy. She couldn’t help but giggle as Zach rolled his hips into hers, again and again.

 “What are you laughing at?” He broke the kiss, looking up at him with eyes filled with lust. Y/N bit her bottom lip at his appearance. His pupils dilated, his hair messy and his lips swollen from her kisses. She wanted to do so many things to him, but she knew she couldn’t. Not with her parents awake downstairs.

  “You know we can’t do that.” She said softly, her lips brushing against his. Zach groaned, his head falling into the crook of her neck, leaving a few kisses there. Once again, she was right. Y/N’s parents might be accepting of their relationship, but he knew they should not push things too far. The girl kissed his temple, her hands running up and down his back as they laid there for a few more seconds, just enjoying each other’s company.

“We should eat, the food is getting cold.” She pushed him off of her softly and got up to take the bags from the desk, bringing them to her bed. Zach was still lying there, facing the celling. “Come on, we can eat, watch a movie and then when they’re asleep, maybe…” She did not finish the sentence, she did not need to. The boy’s eyes widened, full of hope and lust once again. He smirked at her, making her roll her eyes as he moved to sit next to her. He smiled to himself, pecking her lips one more time. He couldn’t wait to see where the night was going to take them.


The end was terrible, I’m really sorry about that. This whole thing is a flop tbh.

Tagging @xbarrjallenx, @ans-atkins, @arch1eandrews (cause you’re total Ross trash hun)

I actually have a few ideas for another Monty imagine, a Justin one and a Jeff one, but I don’t know if I should write them?? Anyways, let me know if you’d like that!

The One-Night Perfect Relationship | Alex Standall X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

Characters: Alex/fem!reader. Clay and Hannah are mentioned.

Warnings: fluffy. Also happy!Alex. And may or may not have some High School Musical songs in the story, but, oh well…

(E/C) stand for “Eye color”/(B/F/N) stand for “Best friend’s name”.

Word Count: 2550 words.

One part of her didn’t want to be there, but the other one, which she decided to listen to, felt that the night could get better somehow. (Y/N) was on the bleachers, considerably alone since she didn’t know anyone who was sitting there, watching people dance with their dates and friends at the dance. They were jumping around, but they seemed to be having fun while doing it, which made her feel like dancing too, but everyone there had a group of friends and she didn’t want to be the weirdo jumping alone.

(Y/N) wanted to dance and her body was starting to send signals that she needed to move. So she began to sway slightly from side to side, trying not to draw attention of anyone on the bleachers. When a familiar song began to play, (Y/N) forgot for a second to try to be discreet and shook her head as she moved her arms up, letting a small smile escape her lips until she realized what she was doing, her eyes widening and bringing her arms back down. Damn the upbeat songs. It was only for a few seconds, but she had already managed to get someone’s attention.

The girl lowered her head, looking down at her own feet. And then she felt that sense of when someone is staring at you. The girl’s (E/C) eyes looked up shyly and started looking for someone who was looking at her, stopping at a boy with bleached blonde hair who was sitting a little distant of her. He had a small grin on his face, he wanted to laugh. This made (Y/N) feel her cheeks heating up as she looked down again, even more embarrassed.

“Nice moves.” she heard a male voice, which obviously came from the boy, talking to her. “Hi.”

“Hi.” she gave a small wave, looking sheepishly at him.

(Y/N) had seen him around school, but she couldn’t remember if she’d ever heard his name.

“Why are you alone here?” he spoke again after a few seconds in silence.

(Y/N) grimaced. “I didn’t even know I was coming here today.” the boy raised an eyebrow at her. “I didn’t plan to come, but my friend bought two tickets and dragged me here.”

He nodded, staring at the rest of the people in the bleachers. "Why isn’t she here with you, then?”

“She brought me because she thought her date wasn’t coming.”

“But he came.” he completed his reasoning on his own. “So she dumped you alone here.”

“Sitting here isn’t so bad.” he gave her a disbelieving glance, but she just laughed. “Why are you here?”

His eyes turned to the dance floor and he pointed to someone she couldn’t define who it was. “I was hoping to dance with her.”

“Sorry about that.”

“Nah, I deserve it.”

Neither of them said anything for a few more seconds, watching people still dancing in their strange way.

“What’s your name?” (Y/N) broke the silence, turning to him.

“Alex.” he gave her a small smile, turning his head toward her. “And you are?”

“(Y/N).” she smiled back at him.

Alex looked at her for a few more seconds before pointing to the empty seat beside her. “Can I…?” he asked for her permission to approach.

“Sure.” (Y/N) smile widened as the boy crawled over to her side.

The dance was supposed to be, well, for dancing, but soon (Y/N)’s urge to dance was decreasing while talking to Alex. On the dance floor they hardly would be able to talkbut there where they were, they could enjoy each other’s company more. They spent more than half of the Winter Formal getting to know each other better, starting a competition of who had the most shameful story to tell and, overall, talked about everything.

"So, I was already in my pajamas and getting ready to watch my shows when I heard a horn outside.” (Y/N) started telling the story of that night, seeming to amuse Alex with it. “And I went to see who it was and (B/F/N) was all ‘Get in loser, we’re going to the dance’.”

“The ‘Mean Girls’ of real life.” he said with a laugh.

"Yeah, I totally am Lindsay Lohan.”

Alex looked at the girl from head to toe before smiling. "You’re not upset about being left by your friend?”

“Not at all.” she shrugged. “I wasn’t joking when I said it wasn’t so bad to be here. I think it’s kind of cool to be able to see this big socialization of confused teenagers from afar.” (Y/N) pointed at them dramatically, then turning to point at the boy next to her. "And a little socialization right here.”

Alex still had a smile on his face as he took the girl’s finger pointing to his face.

"I’ve never noticed you until today, you know.” he said, then frowned. “Did that sound rude?”

“A little bit, yeah.” (Y/N) chuckled as he apologized. “Well, I had noticed you before.”

That seemed to get his attention, his eyebrows arching with curiosity. “Oh, really?”

"I took an interest in you because of your hair.”

“Oh, this.” Alex grimaced as he pointed at his hair.

“It’s like it’s from another world. I always wondered what it would be like to touch it.”

“Be careful there, it’ll take you to another dimension.” he grinned, nudging her.

(Y/N) smiled, looking once more at the dance floor, something catching her eyes. She frowned at the scene she was seeing before she began to laugh. Alex smiled slightly, caught by the girl’s laughter.

"What are you laughing at?”

“They got style.” she answered, motioning two people jumping in a very strange –yet funny- way. (Y/N) managed to recognize the boy as Clay Jensen, but she wasn’t sure of the girl’s name, even though she had already seen and heard about her.

“Your moves are better, though.” (Y/N) laughed at his words, remembering the ridiculous dance that had performed.

“Shut up.” she smiled slightly, listening to a slow song start playing and people start to pair up. “Wanna go out?”

“Hm?” he looked confused.

“The dance is about to end. Want to walk out there a little?”

“Yeah, sure.” Alex stood up and reached out to help her up. What a gentleman.

He was walking ahead and as soon as the girl stood up the urge to dance came back. Then she tried to sway a little as she stepped out of the bleachers. Wrong move. She stumbled and almost fell, catching the attention of a few people who looked at her, laughing.

"What the hell are you looking at?” Alex asked them as he came back to help the girl out.

(Y/N)’s ankles ached slightly making the girl whimper down as she walked. She saw her friend looking at them both with a smirk, causing the girl to roll her eyes and lower her head.

“What the hell was that?” Alex asked as they walked toward the exit from the school.

“I was trying to perform, if you didn’t notice.” she stopped to massage her leg for a second before continuing to walk. “As if it were High School Musical or something.”

Alex’s head turned to her with the mention of the movie, a smile on his face. "So it looks like I got a Disney fan here.”

“Totally, man.” she said before she felt the cold night air hit her face as they reached the outside.

They continued to walk in silence until they were completely off the school grounds and started walking on the sidewalk, where some people passed as well. Alex started to walk slightly faster than (Y/N), staying a little ahead of her before turning to her, making her stop walking too.

“Alex…?” she frowned when she saw him taking a deep breath.

Livin’ in my own world, didn’t understand.” he began to sing. Oh no, he wasn’t doing that. (Y/N)’s mouth opened slightly, not knowing exactly what to do. “That anything can happen, when you take a chance.

(Y/N) was still, not knowing what to do, when Alex looked at her expectantly, making a smile spread on her face, before she cleared her throat. “I never believed in.” the boy smirked at her. “What I couldn’t see, I never opened my heart.”

“Ooh.” he made sure to say it in a very dramatic way, which made (Y/N) laugh.

“To all the possibilities.” she continued to laugh as he approached her. “Uh.”

Alex started to swing toward her as they sang. “I know that something has changed.” (Y/N) mimicked his movements and began to swing too. “Never felt this way.” she was sure that people were looking at them at that moment. “And right here tonight, this could be the start of something new.” after all, it wasn’t so usual to see two teenagers singing loudly in the middle of the street. “It feels so right to be here with you.” they both grinned at each other. “And now looking in your eyes, I feel in my heart the start of something new.”

The boy, with an amused smile, raised one of his hands, motioning for her to hold it. “Now who’d ever thought that.”

(Y/N) copied his smile, raising her hand and intertwining in his as they sang. “We’d both be here tonight.”

“And the world looks so much brighter.” she continued as he lowered their hands and pulled her down the sidewalk. “With you by my side.”

Alex seemed to have found something he was looking for on the sidewalk, letting go of (Y/N)’s hand, and walking quickly to a bench, getting up on it as they continued. "I know…” he turned to her, holding out his hands to help the girl up. “That something has changed.” (Y/N) laughed through her words, shaking her head as she walked quickly to where he was. “Never felt this way.” she accepted his help. “I know it for real, this could be the start of something new.” Alex took careful steps, imitating with his hands the moves she had made earlier that night, making her laugh while doing the same thing, shaking her head from side to side. “It feels so right to be here with you.” (Y/N) felt like jumping, just like people were doing at the Winter Formal, but she knew she would either break the bench or fall from there. “And now looking in your eyes.” Alex slowed his dance moves, looking for the girl’s eyes; (Y/N) did the same. “I feel in my heart …” they smiled at each other. “The start of something new.”

They kept staring at each other for a few more seconds, neither of them daring to break the eye contact, until a car stopped in front of them, honking. (B/F/N). (Y/N) got startled, almost felling off the bench because of it, causing Alex to hold her, holding the girl by her waist.

“Thanks.” she murmured a little sheepishly.

“Hey girl, you want a ride?” (B/F/N) asked.

(Y/N) was about to accept when Alex’s voice caught her attention. “If you want, I can take you home.” a small hopeful glow gleamed in his eyes, and only then she realized that his arm hadn’t left her waist. Not that she was going to complain about it.

“Alex will take me.” she turned again to (B/F/N), who smirked, nodding.

“She better get home alive, Standall.”

“As you wish, ma'am.” the girl laughed at his answer before winking at them and driving away. “She seems to be cooler than Regina George.”

(Y/N) laughed. “Sometimes she is.”

“Come on.” he released his arm from her waist and getting down from the bench, then helping the girl do the same.

Thank God that High School Musical performance hadn’t taken them so far from the school parking lot. (Y/N) had always complained that school was really far from her home, so she had to wake up early if she wanted to be in time for class. But at that moment she couldn’t be more grateful for that, it meant she would have more time to talk to Alex.

In the end, she could see that the part of her that thought that night could have got better had guessed right. She’d met Alex and that had made that night exceptional. They had hit it off, and that night seemed somehow magical. So that could only mean: either that was really the beginning of something new or that had been an one-night perfect relationship. (Y/N) sincerely bet on the second, although she wanted the first one to be right.

An one-night perfect relationship is the one you have, well, for one night. When you aren’t suffocated with your daily problems and the pressures of your friends. You are a diferente person on this one night, more relaxed and even happier. Who would know how things would be between them if they talk to each other every day, or what would it be like in front of their friends? Well, there’s no way of knowing if it’s just a one-night thing or something else until you try it, what really counts is making the night worthwhile.

These thoughts passed over (Y/N) mind as they got out of the car, since Alex had offered to walk with her to the door.

“Well, I’m sure I won’t not notice you from now on.” he said when they reached her door.

"Well, it’s not just your hair that makes me interested in you anymore.” she said, a small smirk on her lips.

He chuckled. “I’m glad.”

They looked at each other for a few more seconds, both thinking practically the same thing. Alex wanted to kiss her as much as she wanted to kiss him. But would not that be wrong? Would not it be too soon? But then again, what if the next day they didn’t feel the same thing they felt at that moment? Don’t think too much, make the night worthwhile. It’s now or never.

Alex quickly leaned toward her, pressing their lips together, placing one of his hands on her waist and the other on the girl’s cheek. (Y/N) wasted no time and soon began kissing him back, moving her lips against his, placing her hands on his neck, but only so she could touch his hair. Alex noticed that and gave a small smile into the kiss, which soon turned into a laugh, making him pull away from her and rest his forehead on hers as he laughed.

“Sorry.” he said still laughing, which made the girl laugh together.

"I really thought for a moment that this was going to take me to another dimension.” it only made him laugh more, being accompanied by her.

The laughter took a while to decrease, until there were only smiles on their faces. “Bye, Gabriella.”

“See you around, Troy.”

Alex gave her a long peck before letting go of her and starting to walk away, a smile still on his face. (Y/N) watched him for a few seconds before opening the door, listening to him honking at her, waving goodbye from inside the car before leaving. The girl closed the door, resting her back on it. Whether it was the beginning of something new or just a one-night thing, it was worth it.


Masterlist

Into The West (Damian Wayne x Reader)

A/N: Have some older Damian angst my dudes! Based on the song Into The West, which is featured in Lord of the Rings and will 100% make a lot of you cry. Sorry I haven’t been updating lately! I’m still here! Worry not! This one’s in third person, I just thought it worked better that way. Damian is 16-17! Listen to it as you read! Seriously, it’s amazing! It’s performed by Annie Lennox.

Warning: Angst, sickness, sadness

Request: Damian angst please!

Tagging: @solis200213 @pinkwitch21 @tigeragathe @gokusanfan @just-a-girl-maybe @queen-of-all-the-fandoms @holywinchesterness @battybe-my-writing @neverlandprincessjaz


She was dying. It was an undeniable truth that Damian refused to face. But it had become harder for him to pretend that everything was fine whenever he looked her in the eye. Because her spark was gone. Her eyes that were once so full of life and full of love now carried a grim tiredness, and above all else a sense of acceptance that made him sick. He could see her skin growing pale and her presence growing weak. He saw the way her fingers trembled and the way her eyes always seemed to be looking beyond, as if part of her had already died. He wondered what she saw when she seemed to stare off into a different state of being. What she saw when she seemed to stare into the distance.

She was living permanently in Titans Tower now, in some futile attempt to prolong her life, and Damian stayed with her, because despite how much he wished he could deny it, her days were numbered. His lover’s life was coming to an end.

He sat with her now, sitting on the sofa in the common area of the tower. She held a book in trembling hands, and watching the effort it took her to even turn the pages made his heart wrench.

His eyes watered as he watched her. He could see the life slipping away from her as if it were some tangible thing. His breath caught in his throat and he forced himself to look away, as if looking away would somehow keep his mind from wandering. He remembered how just three months ago she’d been happy and vibrant. He remembered the pit he’d felt in his stomach when he’d first found out. He remembered how determined she’d been to make the most of her situation and he remembered what it felt like to watch her grow weary of living.

“Why are you crying?” she asked him softly, the book falling down to her lap.

He looked over at her with wide eyes, reaching a tentative hand up to the side of his face. His touch was met with hot tears, and he hurried to wipe them away, but then he took in her hushed tone and the sadness in her eyes and more tears came to replace them.

“I- I-”

“I’ve had a strange feeling lately,” she admitted as he failed to articulate, staring down into her lap. “I’m not going to last much longer. I can feel it.” Her voice was quaking slightly, her volume just barely a whisper.

“Beloved,” he started, barely managing to keep himself from choking around the lump in his throat. “Do not- Do not say such things.”

She shrugged, continuing to look down vacantly. When she looked up, and her eyes met his, chills ran slowly down his spine.

He could see it in her eyes that she wanted the end to come. He see it in her eyes the slow and subtle suffering she’d been enduring. It was palpable. The air hung heavy with an unspoken, sorrowful, bitter understanding.

The rest of the night passed in mournful and awkward silence until she asked Damian to help her get to bed.

He nodded solemnly, rising and walking over to her to help her up. The walk to their room was painfully slow and halfway there, Damian gave up leading her and scooped her up into his arms. She was light. Far too light. He reached their room and set her gently down on the bed before helping her get ready to sleep. He crawled under the covers next to her, pulling her close.

The next day seemed to pass with much of the same mournfulness, and there he sat again that evening, by her side as she read. He could see that her hands were shaking far too much for any of the words on the page to be legible and let out a long sigh.

“Damian?” she asked him, pulling him from his thoughts.

“Hm?” he hummed in response, looking over at him.

“Can you- Can you take me to the roof?”

He knew what her request was without asking, and his breath caught in his throat. He saw the look in her eye. He knew. He nodded silently, walking over to her and picking her up bridal style.

He carried her up to the roof, stopping and sitting down just before the edge, holding her in his lap and running a gentle hand through her hair.

They were looking out across the bay, as the sun set over the harbor, casting an orange glow across the water. The clouds rolled in thin stripes across the sky, absorbing the pale orange and purples of the sunset.

He looked down at her, fighting back tears as the sun cast a golden glow across her face.

Tears streamed down her face as she looked out at the horizon from his arms. She let out tiny shaking gasps.

“Why do you weep?” Damian asked, wiping the tears away with his thumb.

“I don’t want to go,” she whispered, looking up at him, the fear she’d been fighting for all those months finally manifesting in her eyes.

“All your fears will pass, beloved. You are merely sleeping,” he murmured, smiling down at her brokenly. “You are being carried home.”

She shifted her gaze back to the sunset, which had gone from fiery orange to pale lilac as the moon rose over the water, casting it’s silver reflection across the waves. Her eyes held the look he had come to know so well, and she seemed to stare even beyond the horizon.

“Don’t say that this is the end,” she pleaded weakly, looking back up into his eyes, tears still streaming.

“We will meet again, beloved,” Damian reassured her, his voice breaking and cracking as he spoke. “Sleep now. Night is falling.”

Her head shifted to the side, and her eyes shifted in tiny movements to take in the fading skyline. “I don’t want to go,” she mumbled again, quieter this time.

“Sleep,” he murmured soothingly, his thumb brushing across her cheek.

He watched her eyes as the life slowly left them, and slowly her fear was replaced with something else, something more tranquil, as the violet sky cast its pale light across her skin.

He wondered what she saw on the horizon in her last moments. He wondered what she saw as her eyes grew dull and aimless, and he wondered what she saw as grief clouded his mind.

He let out a choked sob as her chest ceased to rise and her still open eyes came to a slow rest. He hung his head in sorrow, bringing her now lifeless body closer to him and burying his face in her neck.

He held his beloved in his arms as the sun slipped below the horizon and night fell around him. The wind whispered of her passing in his ear and the tide sang its song of mourning.

She was a light on the water. She was the sun. Gone into the west.

He can't make you feel this way - Daveed Diggs Smut

Pairing:  Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warning:  smut and swearing i think

Requests: nope this idea just popped in my head

A/N:  sorry if this is really bad i’m writing this in a car to tennessee, also requests are opened and i’m going to be writing a lot so send them ! enjoy :)

It was a typical Saturday mid-morning and the entire cast was rehearsing for tonight’s show. I was one of the dancers thanks to my boyfriend’s role as Lafayette and Thomas Jefferson. We were running Yorktown when Andy rushed us, stopping us in the middle of the choreography. We all stood in place confused and breathing heavily from our intense dance.

“I hate to inform everyone that Jasmine won’t be with us for the rest of tour due an important family crisis.” He said obviously concerned and in stressed. 

“What are we going to do?” A dancer spoke up and a few voices spoke up in agreement.

“Glad you asked, well the show must go on so we need a replacement and this is why I stopped you guys because I wanted to ask (Y/N) if she’d be willing to take over as Peggy and Maria since I know you know the music for it.” He explained and my eyes went wide at the sudden offer. I nodded quickly and the rest of my friends began cheering at the sudden change in a more important role. Andy whisked me away and dragged me backstage to talk to me.

“We are going to need you and Lin to practice your scene of ‘say no to this’ and we need to run ‘the Schuyler sisters’ so you know the dance. Are you up for that?” He asked and I agreed excited beyond belief. Andy dismissed the rest of dancers and brought out Phillipa and Renee to teach me the choreography. 

It was an hour later when I finally understood all the placements for the character Peggy so I decided to go to my new dressing room and take a break. Once I stepped in I noticed how much bigger it was and I happily took advantage of the couch by throwing myself down on it and letting my muscles relax. It was only a couple minutes of lying down when a knock appeared at my door.

“Yes?” I called out not bothering to look up to see who had just entered the room.

“I got you some lunch.” A voice called which I quickly recognized as Daveed making me look over with raised eyebrows. A smile grew across my face as he strolled over with a brown paper bag in one hand and plastic to go cup of my fav drink. I sat up to let Daveed sit down next to me and I swung my legs over him as he pulled out a sandwich and handed it over to me.  

“You’re the best.” I grinned at him as I took a large bite out of the food. “I feel like actual death from learning all this stuff.” I groaned only earning a chuckle from Daveed.

“Are you done for today?” Daveed asked as he ate his own food.

“I wish, but I have to learn Maria’s song with Lin still and I have learned that pretty quickly for tonight.” I sighed in complete exhaustion and stress.

“Don’t worry baby, you’ll get it and you’re going to do great tonight and for the rest of the shows.” Daveed smiled sincerely as he rubbed my leg and I replied by pressing my lips to his in a sweet kiss. We both finished eating and I quickly returned to the stage where Andy was standing talking to Lin.

“Ah, there you are! I was about to come find you.” Andy exclaimed as I walked up to him. “I’m going to let you and Lin run this, basically when the ensemble sings ‘no to this’ you guys will need to have a short make out session and then when Lin comes to yell at you, you need to kneel down as if pleading to him and then you’ll have the chair scene. Basically, the choreography isn’t super strict and you guys can have fun with it.” He explained and I nodded relieved that it was only certain things to remember. Andy walked off and I turned to Lin.

“Can we save the kissing for tonight? Sorry but I’m very tired and I would just like to figure out the important dances.” I asked and Lin agreed with a grin. We ran through everything pretty quickly and it only a few run throughs before I felt confident in it. Afterward, there was still a couple hour before we had to get into costume so I decided it would be best if I took a nap in the dressing room.

I woke up to the annoying ring of my alarm and I rolled off the couch and sat up rubbing my eyes. There was a knock at the door and was soon opened by Marie who was going to be doing my hair, makeup, and costume. “Are you excited?” Marie asked as she started on a large amount of stage makeup.

“Yes, but also fairly nervous.” I shrugged and Marie nodded agreeing. The rest of the process to get ready was a comfortable silence for the most part until I was completely decked out in extravagant clothing and makeup and large hair. I quickly thanked Marie before leaving the dressing room and heading backstage to join everyone else. Daveed wrapped his arm around my waist and planted a kiss on my cheek.

“Good luck tonight baby, you’re going to do great.” Daveed smiled down to me and Andy called for us to all take our places.

Daveed’s P.O.V 

I had just finish Yorktown and I hurriedly rushed off the stage to change my costume as Jefferson. I pulled the hair tie from the bun and let my curls stick out and I changed from my blue coat into a red and much more expensive looking jacket. I headed back and first spotted (Y/N) standing on the side of the stage in changed outfit as well. I placed my hand on the small of her back letting her know I was there. She turned around smiling and the joy in her eyes made my heart leap with happiness.

“How are you feeling?” I whispered in her ear. I smirked watching her lightly squirm at my touch.

“I’m giving 110%, I’m just hoping everyone is enjoying the show.” She said with furrowed brows and she looked out to see part of the crowd. Her caring personality is still one of my favorite things about her.

“Good luck, you’re up next.” (Y/N) winked at me as she adjusted my jacket and placed a light kiss on my lips as the final notes of Non-Stop played and I rushed out as ‘Burr’ announced me by singing “You simply must me Thomas, Thomas!”

(Y/N)’s P.O.V

What’d I miss, Cabinet Battle #1, and Take a Break went by quickly as my nerves began to get to me as my large scene came sooner than I expected. 

“There’s nothing like summer in the city.” Burr sang out. Lin sat down at the desk pretending to write.

“I hadn’t slept in a week I was weak…” He started and I adjusted my dress one last time before walking out into the light. 

“I know you are a man of honor…” I sang out to him as he walked over to me.

“So I offered her a loan, I offered to walk her home. She said:”

“You’re too kind, sir.” I sang out completing his sentence. 

“I gave her thirty bucks that I had socked away, she lived a block away. She said:” 

“This one’s mine, sir.” I gestured to a non-existent house and we walked in that direction. 

“Then I said Well, I should head back home, she turned red, she led me to her bed, let her legs spread and said.”

“Stay?”

“Hey…”

“Hey?”

“That’s when I began to pray, Lord show me how to say no to this…” Lin called out while I sang out some backup vocals to the song, my heart was racing as I looked at the front row and saw how invested people were in the music.

“Then her mouth is on mine and I don’t say…”

“No! No!” The ensemble sang out as Lin turned to me and placed his lips to mine, creating a deep and lustful kiss for everyone to watch. I placed one hand on his bicep while my other hand rested on his chest, his hands ran up and down my back and we pulled away once the ensemble quieted down. Lin wide-eyed began to sing once again.

“I wish I could ay that was the last time, I said that last time. It became a pastime…”

Daveed’s P.O.V

My blood boiled watching Lin’s hands roamed around (Y/N)’s body. I clenched my teeth as my mind wandered to Lin doing more things to her.

“I hid the letter and I raced to her place, screamed how could you in her face, she said,”

“No, sir!” (Y/N) cried out on her knees pleading to him.

“Half dressed, apologetic, a mess…” Lin sang out again. They continued to sing out a few more verses until Lin sat down on the chair placed in the center of the stage and (Y/N) sat on his lap, leaning back into him as Lin’s hands went to rubbing one of her thighs and the other ghosting over her breasts. His nose was pressed up to her neck as the both of them sang and much to my relief the song finished and (Y/N) rushed off stage. Another song started up and I looked over to (Y/N) to see her breathing heavily.

“Did it look good?” She asked and I nodded, changing my view to the stage, quickly heading out when it was my signal.

(Y/N)’s P.O.V

I furrowed my brows in confusion as Daveed went on stage without saying a single word.

The show finally finished and we all went out to give our final bows and met a few fans before we could finally go back to our rooms.

“Hey, Daveed, (Y/N) the whole cast is going out to dinner tonight! Care to join?” Lin asked and I happily accepted.

“Sure, we might be a little late though,” Daveed said and I looked up at him confused. Lin nodded and walked off. Daveed grabbed my hand and took me to his dressing room, locking it before looking at me, his look full of hunger. He quickly pulled me into a deep and rough kiss. Daveed roughly grabbed my thighs and pulled me up making me wrap my legs around his waist as he pushed me down onto the couch in his room.

“Daveed,” I moaned out softly as he began to kiss down my neck. I yelped as he let his teeth sink into my flesh, creating multiple marks down my neck. I pushed the jacket off his shoulders while Daveed unzipped the large dress. We both quickly undressed until we were stripped down to our underwear. Daveed attacked me again kissing down my stomach till he reaches my legs. He nipped at the inside of my thighs causing me to whimper out. Suddenly Daveed pushed two fingers into me making me yelp and arch my back, trying to get more friction. He curled his fingers and repeatedly thrust them as far as they could allow. 

“Daveed please, I need you.” I whined out and I could see him smirk at my words. Instead of replying he removed his fingers and filled me with his length making me moan from the satisfaction and the slight pain from the sudden action. Daveed wasted no time to being moving, easily finding my g-spot and making me groan in pleasure with each movement. Daveed placed his head in the crook of my neck, nipping and then soothing the bitten area by rubbing his tongue over the new bruise forming. I held a tight grip onto his hair while my other hand clawed down his back.

“I-I’m close,” I chocked out through moans as Daveed kept roughly thrusting in me and Daveed smiled in satisfaction.

“Let it go baby girl,” Daveed whispered in my ear and the feeling of his hot breath down my neck sent me over the edge as I moaned out loudly and came crashing down like a tsunami while Daveed kept going, his thrusts growing sloppy as I rode out my high he came down as well. Once we both finished he removed himself from me and collapsed on top of me and I ran a hand through his now sweaty hair gently.

“I bet Lin can’t make you feel like that,” Daveed chuckled as he pressed a kiss onto my forehead.

“Is this what this whole thing was about?” I asked concerned as I slid one of Daveeds shirts on in this room.

“I guess I got a little jealous when I saw you and him during Say no to this.” He admitted defeated as he sat up and began to put on a hoodie as well as some shorts.

“Babe, don’t ever worry about that. You are the only one I love like that, and you are definitely the only one who can make me feel like that.” I told him and his eyes lit up at my response.

“I love you too.” He said quietly as he kissed me again.

“First Day of Kindergarten”

Summary: Harry and the missus send their son off on his first day of Kindergarten. This imagine is my way of introducing another member of Harry’s new little family with his missus. x

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Jude Edmund Styles

Harry pulled into the parking lot. He shifted the gear to park and shut off the car. “Ready?” Harry looked at his five-year-old son through the rearview mirror.

Jude had his head rested on the head support of his car seat, his green eyes still droopy and sleepy. Jude nodded slowly followed by a deep yawn. Jude looked over on his side at his baby sister inside her carrier, wide awake and playing with her little toes. He reached out his arm and held out a finger for her to hold on to. “Darcy, Darcy,” he sang, carefully swinging her arm.

The missus and Harry exchanged delighted smiles at the sight of their two youngest children so full of love for one another. “Ready or not,” the missus sighed as she click off her seat buckle. Harry and the missus opened their doors respectively. Harry opened the Jude’s door while the missus walked to the trunk to grab Darcy’s stroller.

“Are you excited for your first day of Kindergarten?” Harry asked as he placed Jude’s Batman backpack on his shoulders and adjusted the straps to fit him just right. Jude grinned happily, “I’m very excited, Daddy!” Harry took one last look at his little boy. He smiled proudly. He was struck by the strong resemblance he and Jude shared at that age. Harry couldn’t help himself from snickering at Jude’s missing front tooth in adoration and amusement. Jude inherited not only Harry’s physical traits but also his personality.  Jude was playful, charismatic, and sensitive. He was also a bit of a troublemaker and always kept mum and dad on their toes. Harry and the missus were enchanted by the love Jude had for his sisters. Jude always imitated big sister, Rose, and looked after baby sister, Darcy. “I’m her protector, Daddy,” Jude would say. Like Harry, Jude was a momma’s boy. He took opportunity he had to snuggle and cuddle with the missus alone without his sisters dividing her attention. And Jude showed incredibly musical talent, like his big sister, which moved Harry to dedicate a room in their house just for music; he filled it with instruments big and small, installed a make-shift recording studio, and covered an entire wall with shelves of the family’s favorite albums.

It felt like just yesterday Harry and the missus were trying for baby number two. Jude was the same age as Rose when they decided they wanted another baby— with Rose’s permission, of course. Now his little boy was starting Kindergarten. Although a part of him was sadden by the speed of time, Harry was excited to see the type of man Jude would grow to be. There were so many things Harry wanted to teach his son. He made a vow to be there every step of the way for all his children— to be their guide, to raise them as respectful human beings, to show them nothing but love, to be their biggest fan, and, of course, to assure them that he’d always catch them if they fall.

“Give mummy a kiss,” the missus said at the school gate. Jude leaned and transferred all his weight into the arms of his mum. He cupped his mummy’s face and gave her a big kiss on the lips, even making a sound. “I love you,” he missus said to her baby boy.

“I love you, too, Mummy,” his said in a little high pitched voice. He stood back on his feet and tiptoed to look inside the stroller. He softly patted his baby sister head. “See you later, baby sister,” he said to Darcy. “I’m going to school now.”

Harry chuckled and bent down to level with Jude— although, even on his knees, he was still distinctly taller than his son. Jude was small for his age but the doctor assured him and the missus he would grow into his proper size soon enough. “How about Daddy? Do I get a kiss?” Harry asked as he opened his arms for a tight embrace from Jude. “Bye, daddy,” Jude said as he locked his arms around his father’s neck. Jude gave his dad a quick kiss on the lips, too.

“Don’t be scared,” Harry said comfortingly.

“I’m not scared, Daddy!” Jude insisted, stomping his little foot on the ground. “I’m a big boy now— just like you! I got this, Daddy.” Jude stood confidently in front of Harry, his little chest up to the air, his hands on his waist. He smiled widely, his eyes squinted and inherited dimples prominent.

Harry nodded, “You’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry. Well, just know Mummy and I will be here at the end of the day, okay?”

“Okay,” Jude responded. He gave his parents each one last hug before running off towards the crowd of students gathered around a teacher. Jude shot a quick look over his shoulder to check if mum and dad were still here. Harry had his arm wrapped around his wife’s waist as the missus laid her head on his shoulder, both waved back at Jude.

“Did you hear him?” Harry asked the missus in disbelief. “He’s a big boy now, like me, he said.”

The missus giggled, “He wants to be just like you, H.”

“Oh, God,” Harry laughed, remembering what a handful he had been for his own mother, Anne.

“Our boy’s going to give you a run for your money, Styles,” she said teasingly.

Harry smiled, looking down into the eyes of his wife. He saw only beauty. Happiness. He was eternally grateful for the woman beside him. The carrier and mother of his children. The potter of his future. The maker of his home.

Stop It Now

Characters - Reader, Peter, Sam, Bucky, Steve, Natasha, Bruce, Tony

Word Count - 980

Request - Hey this is super ridiculous but I have a headcanon that Peter knows the Seagulls Stop It Now song that Bad Lip Reading did and finds it hilarious so could you write something where the reader is an avenger around peter’s age and they are both laughing their asses off over this song and the rest of the avengers are like “what the fuck???” (anon)

Song - WATCH THIS BEFORE YOU READ OR IT WON’T MAKE SENSE

A/N - This might as well be a crack fic like what am I doing?? I love the song and I couldn’t resist…

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The Wife is a Witch, a Ukrainian folk fairy tale

Two young people got married. Some time after that, the man met his aunt. 

- You are so skinny, - she told him. - What happened to you? You are young, but you do not look good. 

And he answered:

- My dear aunt, I do not know myself. I grow weaker every day. 

Then, the aunt said:

- If you do not tell anybody I did it, I will tell you.

The young man promised to keep it a secret, and the aunt started her story.

- Listen to me. In few days, there will be a new moon. It will be Wednesday. Tell your wife you have some work to do out in the field, and leave the house for a day, and have a good rest. When you come back home in the evening, do not sleep, but watch your wife closely.  She soon will give you your supper and tell you to go to bed, and you must pretend like you do. She will do the housework, and then, when she is done, she will think you are asleep: that is when she will take a bridle and will want to hit you with it. You will have to get up and take it from her before she does it. Because your wife is a witch, a bosorkanya, and if she does, you will turn into a horse and she will ride you all night, but if you do, she will turn into a mare herself.

The man did as he was told, and then he rode the mare his wife turned into wherever she would go herself. 

They soon arrived at a meadow, and there already were many witches, all riding horses. One of the witches said:

- Our head witch is not here, and we can not continue our gathering. We all have to go home now. 

So they did. As the man was returning home, he went to the house of a relative who was a smith and asked to shoe the horse. The man first suggested they should wait till it is light outside, but the young one insisted that he wanted to ride it to a fair early in the morning. Not wanting to insult a family, the smith agreed. Then the young man returned home and left the mare in the stables.

In the morning, he returned and saw his own wife there, with horseshoes attached to her feet and hands, and covered in blood. He was scared, and went to his aunt again to ask for another advice.

- And why did you do that?, she asked, - Why did you shoe her? Now your wife will die, and there is nothing that can be done about it. Now, go home, take the horseshoes off of her, and tell people it was an accident. When she is buried, come here again, and I will tell you what to do next.

The man did as he was told, and soon returned. That is what his aunt told him:

- Now you have to spend three nights by your wife’s grave, or you will die. Take some chalk, some holy water, and an iron rod. When you arrive at the graveyard, stand by her head, and make a circle around you with chalk and holy water, then turn to the grave, and put the rod in front of you - she will not see you behind it. Stand there until the roosters sing.

So the man did as he was told again. Soon the grave opened, and his wife stormed out of it towards their house. She was there until roosters sang, and returned to her grave. When the man came home, he saw a great disorder, and everythign was in a mess. Same happened on the next night.

Before the third night, the aunt told him to wait until his wife is back to her coffin. And as she will be half under the ground, he will have to say, “I forgive you, and you forgive me”. Then she will have no right to leave her grave any more.

That is what he did. On the third night, as his wife came back to her grave by morning, he said:

- I forgive you, and you forgive me.

- You are tricky! Well, now I forgive you.

And she never appeared again, and the man lived on. And still does, unless he died.

I like me better with you - Sirius Black x Reader

Requested by @claireisreallynotonfire : a sirius x reader where sirius is kind of like james where he is constantly asking the reader to go out with him, calling her darling love and babe, and just in general pining after her but she always says no bc he’s notorious for sleeping around and one day he gets so jealous bc she’s hanging around another guy and he just walks up to her and says he’s done being a manwhore bc he’s in love and fluff ensues. and if your cool with it being all from sirius pov that’s great thx love
Hi, love! Well, it’s not exactly from his pov but it does focus on him. 
Warnings:My English, swearing(?)
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“Why are you following me?” she finally asked him.
“People told me to follow my dreams” he answered nonchalantly. She wanted to facepalm. He was being honest but the girl never knew. It was strange for him. To be obsessed with one girl. He was a lady’s man-never said no to anyone. This time-this time it was different. He blamed it on the fact that she was the only one to deny his charms. Lily didn’t count. She was the real deal.
“Come on, love! Go out on an ate with me. I’ll give the d later” he remarked. Her eyebrows shot up to the skies. Oh, Great, Fuck. I messed it up again. She just walked away without even looking at him. He thought he had lost the chance. Little did he know that she was drunk on him. She had this huge crush on him since forever-but he was the infamous Sirius Black. He slept with a different girl every other night. She didn’t want to be one of many. So, she kept everything hidden.
“One day, babe! One day!” He exclaimed after her. James laughed. Well, he was no better.
“You-both of you- are pathetic” Remus stated while he was trying to balance a book mid- air and write down notes simultaneously. Of course, it didn’t work out. The book fell down and landed on the grass, messing up his notes, spilling the ink all over them and leaving a frustrated Remus to clean up. His friends eyed him curiously.
“I don’t know about him, but I am not pathetic” Sirius said mockingly. Remus rolled his eyes. James placed a hand over his heart pretending to be insulted by his friend as he plopped beside Remus.
“You are exactly like James. Drooling over Y/N. She is your Lily. Admit it Pads!” Remus commented rather amused. The famous player was now fawning over one girl.
“She is lovely” Peter said in a haze and Sirius clenched his jaw. Hey, wait. Why is that bothering me? Nah, she is just one more girl.

“Roses are red, violets are blue, lava is hot and so are you” he sang-said to her. She shot her head and tried to hide her blush.
“Violets are purple, so, technically, shod off” she stated with a grin plaster on her face. She really liked him. But no. The other three Marauders were smiling knowingly. Their friend was smitten. He was so dense to his own feelings. It was so obvious to everyone but them, that they were both in love with each other.
“Go out with me and I will” he asked her for the 54th time that week. And it hit him. He was acting like James. It frightened him, but for some reason, his heart was pounding in his chest with excitement.
“Thank you, no, thank you” she replied and returned to the conversation that was held by her friends.
“Come on!” he tried again. He was very persistent. She snapped her head towards him.
“What? Not enough girls in the school?” she questioned while she was glaring at him.
“They don’t mean anything” he said casually but regretted it deeply. She was frowning. That was exactly what she wanted to avoid. To be his next meaningless one night stand. She liked her heart whole. No, it wasn’t that. She just didn’t want to be broken by him.
“Great. Ask me again when you’re done being the basic bitch” she said furiously. He was a bit hurt.

It was late. Everybody was asleep. Well, almost. Sirius Black was staring at the ceiling. For a good two hours. He was consumed with thoughts. Was he treating girls that bad? He didn’t do it on purpose. He really thought that things could work out and one of the at least, last longer. Like-a relationship. But they never did. And he was never that sad. But he didn’t think about their feelings. Were they really that hurt?
Oh, and her face. Her face was stuck in his mind. Those big, judgy, pure eyes.
“This isn’t the same, is it?” he heard James asking him. He sat up on his bed with his back on the headboard and his head lowered. James knew.
“I don’t know, Prongs” he answered sincerely. He didn’t know how to feel. He couldn’t understand his own damn feelings.
“She is your Lily” James simply stated. The truth was, James had never seen his best friend so caught up. So hooked and confused. Sirius Black had fallen in love. He was awful at handling it, though. He would say the wrong thing, the wrong time. Sirius groaned in annoyance.
“What do I do?” he asked… no one in particular.
“Talk to her. You know, without being an ass” Remus responded. His friends had woken him up. He felt a bit sorry for Sirius. He hadn’t felt like this before, so naturally, he wasn’t handling things very well.
“But she hates me” he whispered. He didn’t really believe that but he knew that she didn’t particularly like him either. At least, that was what he thought.
“You haven’t seen the way she looks at you when you are not looking. It’s the same way you look at her when she is not looking” James said confidently. He knew that, like Lily, she was afraid to reveal her emotions. And he got it. As did Sirius.
“Whatever. Go to sleep”.


Sirius hadn’t planned to do anything. He wouldn’t have acted the way he did. If only that Prewett wasn’t flirting with her. He was fuming, trying to hide it. After a while, he wasn’t even mad. He was jealous. But let’s take it from the start.
He hadn’t forgotten about the last nights’ talk, or rather how he got lectured by his friends. He, however, had pushed it aside. It was a nice, warm day. He was in a good mood. When he walked into the Great Hall he was starving as he was a ‘growing boy’ as he had put it.
He went to sit next to the girl who was driving him crazy but that seat was already taken. By Fabian Prewett. And that git was flirting with her. The worst part was that she flirted back and laughed and looked… happy. Not annoyed or confused or about to throw something at his head. He knew his friends were about to say something, and that’s why he sat down, away from the ‘lovebirds’, but close enough to eavesdrop. He knew it was low, but he couldn’t help it.
“Padfoot, what are you doing?” Remus reprimanded him. He wanted to answer but he heard her laughter. She was laughing. Even though that sound was his favorite, he hated that he wasn’t the one causing it. He clenched his jaw-he wouldn’t do anything stupid. His temper-let’s be honest here… it was jealousy-took a toll on him.
He stood up abruptly, not really thinking about the possible consequences, and walked towards her.
“Could you, please, stop that?” he asked with a sour expression. He wouldn’t admit it to ANYONE but it hurt him. Deeply. So, that’s how it feels. Being hurt by the one you want to make happy. It sucks.
“Stop what?” she asked genuinely bewildered. Why couldn’t she just see it?
“Flirting with her” he spat at Fabian even though it wasn’t him who had previously talked.
“Is it bothering you?” Fabian asked him teasingly.  Fabian knew about his not-so-little crush on the girl beside him. As he knew about hers as well.
“Yes! It is! VERY MUCH” he exclaimed before he could’ve stopped his mouth. She was shocked. Fabian was smirking, whispering a ‘my job here is done’ as he returned his attention to the plate in front of him. The Marauders were a bit taken aback but smiling. Lily was too. But she knew.
“What?” she softly questioned, not believing any of it.
“I am in love with you” he whispered-yelled at her, gaining the attention of the entire school. Even McGonagall was looking.
“I have been in love with you for a while now. I know you probably don’t feel the same- and you shouldn’t, really. I am aware of my… reputation. And you were right. I never thought about the other person’s feelings but I didn’t do it on purpose. But I am done. Please, just go out with me. Once. I promise I’ll make it good”. He confessed. He didn’t know where that kind of strength had come from-he didn’t really care. He felt good after saying what he wanted to.
“Aren’t you the persistent one?” she playfully asked him after she had made up her mind. His heart dropped and he lowered his head. She didn’t feel the same.  It’s cool. I just have to regain my composure. Before he knew it, she had gotten up and slammed her lips to his.
He had dreamt of this moment soo many times. Each time, felt so good but the reality was-sublime. Everything about her.
His hands wrapped her waist and pulled her closer-so close, that you wouldn’t find an inch separating them, even if you searched. Her hands flew to his neck, slightly tugging his long, dark locks.
His lips felt like hell to her. Her lips felt like heaven to him. They were so caught up in the moment- Merlin, they both wanted to do that for a while now- that James had to place his hand on his shoulder. He stepped back, a bit annoyed and breathless. Great. I forgot to breathe. The things this girl is doing to me.
“Yes, I will go out with you” she said giggling. He became weak at the knees and reached for her hand. He reached for her hand. He wasn’t the same person. He was different. And it felt good.
“So, Lily… go out with me?” James asked with a smirk on his face.

anonymous asked:

What if Jamie wasn't an outlaw when he met Claire and Jamie could court her properly? How would Claire react to that when if she was still trying to get home?

Anon asked: what do you think it would have happened if Jamie and Claire didn’t have to get married? Do you think our hero could have find a way to marry the Sassenach or at least, make her fall in love with her without all the amazing sex?

Mod Note: I genuinely did not intend to continue this story (despite many requests), but I am finally bringing one of my first Imagine pieces out of the archives to explore these intriguing prompts! A bit of a slow burn on this one, but hang in there with me! -Mod Bonnie


Hail Mary

Part I  Part II


Part III

The canteen hit Jamie’s jaw squarely with a sharp THWOCK.

“A mhic an diabhoil!” he snarled, looking wildly around and finding the culprit at once. “Damn you, Murtagh, what in God’s name was that for?!”

“To see if I could get yer gob to close all the way,” the usually-dour clansman said with a smirk, arms crossed. “A wee brown-haired lass seems to have broken your hinge this morning.”

Murtagh saw the canteen coming and ducked, laughing as it clattered against the nearby tree. “Careful, ye wee smout—that’s the good whisky!”

Despite Jamie’s annoyance, the corners of his mouth were twitching as he returned to finish unlashing the bundles from his saddle; and, conveniently, returning him to the sight of Mistress Beauchamp carrying a bedroll to the place she’d claimed for her lean-to.

The man was right: Jamie hadn’t been able to stop looking at her all day: sidelong as they rode; catching her eye as they stopped for water; training his gaze on back of her head when she nudged her mount past his on the road to speak with Ned. Always and completely: she was all he saw, this day.

He had been drawn to Mistress Beauchamp from the first—when she mended his shoulder; when he held her at Leoch; but now…Christ, he was all but consumed by her; and how could he not be? Having slept with her in his arms? Remembering the scent of her hair? Now knowing the shapes of her under his hands; what it was to hear sounds of desire from her lips as she moved against him, seeking?

And above all, to know that she had stayed. Aye, she had slept in his arms, but any lass might have done the same with any man, to save her own life….but upon waking this morning, she was flustered, had made to rise, and yet at the barest suggestion, she had stayed there in his arms for nigh on an hour, waiting for the rest of camp to awaken. They both had assumed pretense of sleep, but neither of them had allowed themselves to drift away. Her breathing had stayed quick; he could feel it, warm and shallow at the base of his throat. She surely had felt his heart thudding away, with her ear resting so near it.

No, they hadn’t slept; nor had they spoken. They’d held one another

And there, at the last, he’d brought one hand—shaking—to softly, gently, slowly come to rest on the curve of her head. She’d gasped and made as if to—say something? Move?  Christ, touch him back?

And just at that moment, the camp had come alive. Before he could blink, she had gotten to her feet and the day began as it always did. Boiling water; folding, packing; bannocks and whisky; back on the long road through the glens; all just as it was every day.

But today, he couldn’t stop looking at her.

At Mistress Beauchamp, who had slept in his arms.

But God, he had to stop thinking about her. She was the finest woman he’d ever met —but he could offer her no future, as a wanted criminal. None. He wouldn’t subject her to the dangers a life with him would entail. He had to stop thinking about her.

He couldn’t stop thinking about her.

“Ye did a good thing, Jamie, lad,” Murtagh said, yanking Jamie back once more from grim reverie, deep brown eyes watching him. “Keeping the lass last night as ye did. You’re the only one that could ha’ done it for her properly.”

“Aye,” he coughed, “well, I… she….” He cleared his throat uncomfortably, unfurling his tent canvas.  “I’m glad to’ve been of service to her.”

Murtagh made a noise somewhere between a chuckle and a harrumph.

“And what’s that supposed to signify?” Jamie snapped, tugging at his stock. Hadn’t Claire nearly frozen to death last night? Then why, by Bride and all the saints, was the gathering evening so bloody HOT?

“Haud yer wheesht, lad,” Murtagh, now chuckling in earnest at Jamie’s discomfort. “Your secret doe-eyes are safe wi’ me.”

“Not doe-eyes…” Jamie muttered, feeling all of seven years of age.

“Hey.” Murtagh’s hand clapped warm on his shoulder, his eyes suddenly soft and unusually earnest. “She’s a fine woman, Jamie, Sassenach or no’.”

Aye, Jamie thought, watching the wind lift her curls into life as she rifled her wee medicine box, then made for the wood with a basket in hand, she truly is. And I can’t let myself want her.

And then the messenger rode into camp.


He waited until it was nearing sunset, when he knew she would be out gathering her wee herbs before the light went. He made for the loch under the pretext of needing a piss, seeing Murtagh watching him knowingly. Jamie knew without asking or telling that his godfather would keep an eye on the other men and prevent any from venturing in the same direction. He said a prayer, thanking God for the gift of this protector that had watched over him all his life, and continued down the path.

Sure enough, as the woods opened out into the waning crimson sunlight, he found her seated on a low boulder, looking out upon the loch, basket at her feet.

Seeing her, her unbound curls wafting sweetly in the breeze, his throat went instantly tight.

Christ, how could he do this?

Knowing her…. How could he not?

He cleared his throat and sang out with an attempt-at-cheery, “Take care no’ to fall in.”

Her head turned sharply, surprised, but a begrudging smile was already tugging at her lips. “Ned’s nowhere in sight—I think I should be safe.”

“Good,” he laughed—God, how it delighted his soul to laugh with this woman— “Best stay well shot of him.”

“But he’s such a darling!” She pursed her lips to hold back her mirth. “I’m not sure I can refuse him if he comes calling!”

“Well, do what ye must, lass,” he grinned, “I’ll be standing by to hold ye, anytime.”

She made a small sound of kind acknowledgement but looked away, suddenly shy.The silence rang between them so acutely, Jamie could hear the voices from camp, many yards distant.

“I’ve gotten some good news, Sassenach,” he said, feeling the letter in his waistcoat pocket. “I’ve…been pardoned.”

NO!” She leapt to her feet, mouth open and excitement dawning. “Oh, Jamie, that’s wonderful news!” She grabbed one of his hands in hers and squeezed it hard, practically bouncing with her enthusiasm. “God be bloody praised!!! I’m so thrilled for you! Whatever happened to bring that about?”

They sat on the boulder and he explained, grinning from ear to ear, the contents of Colum’s letter. Unbeknownst to Jamie, his uncle had been exercising all his considerable influence to get the accusations against him dropped. By some miracle, he had succeeded, and had sent a messenger at once to share the glad tidings.

Jamie read between to lines to gather that His Grace the Duke of Sandringham had been more than instrumental in getting the matter quietly resolved and Jamie’s outlaw record expunged. Jamie could just imagine the foppish gent drawling: “Anything for my DEAHHRRRR Jamie,” in those thick, unctuous tones, wet eyes glittering with anticipation.

The Duke’s predilections were well known, and such attentions had made Jamie supremely uncomfortable at the time of the man’s last visit. However, God bless him and all his house, if such affections had just saved Jamie from a life of flight and ultimately the noose. 

And ten times the blessing to him if it meant Jamie’s honor was now completely unhindered…that he was completely free to….

“What have ye been gathering, then?” he blurted, feeling his wame clenching in anxiety.

“Good Lord,” she laughed, startled, “you suddenly want to talk about herbs after such splendid news!?”

“My life is my own again,” he said, shrugging, “I want to talk about anything and everything.”

“Cress,” she said affably, nudging the basket with her foot. “Didn’t manage to bring back any last night, after all, what with one thing and another.” 

She paused suddenly, furrowing her eyebrows. She was leaning on her hand, the fingertips just inches away from his plaid on the rock. 

When she spoke, her voice was soft and full of feeling. “Thank you again for…for everything. You were so—wonderful about it all.”

Jamie felt his chest swell. “Think nothing of it, lass. You’ve saved my poor hide more times than I can count these past weeks. It was about time that I should do ye a service in return.“

“Did you get any real rest? I’m afraid I must have given you a dreadfully uncomfortable time. ”

“Och, dinna fash, lass. It was just fine.”

It was the best night of all my years, mo ghraidh.

“Mistr—”

No. Not Mistress.

Claire?”

Even sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, facing forward as they were, he could see her straighten and stiffen at the tone in his voice.

“I find meself—” he said, trying to force his lips to move at his bidding, but finding them slow and wooden,  “—that is—”

Help me, woman. See what’s in my heart. Surely ye ken it already.

Thank the Lord it came out sounding calm and clear:

I care for you, Claire.”

She stopped breathing. The breath actually left her, for more heartbeats than Jamie knew. The absence of it—that rhythm of her that he’d memorized, he now realized— was like whisky thrown on the fire within him, the flames roaring instantly up in fear and anticipation. He wanted so desperately to take her face in his hands so he might look into her golden eyes while telling her all his heart…but his hands were shaking and he didn’t think he could get out the words if he moved.

“I care for you as I’ve never cared for anyone in my life,” he said, mustering his courage only by focusing only on the wonder of the person beside him. “Your wit, your courage, your pigheadedness,” he laughed, his whole body glowing with sudden warmth. “The–” He clenched his hands in his lap, staring at them as if they held the proper words. “– life in you Claire, is unlike anything I have ever encountered. I havena been able to get ye out of my head since the first day we met. And then last night…”  

He heard her lips part and a long intake of breath, then a soft, inscrutable, “Jamie…”

“I ken I’ve perhaps no business saying such things. Even though I’m no longer a wanted criminal, I’ve no great wealth, and perhaps I’m nothing you ought to trouble o’er.“ He shook his head, hard. “But surely…surely ye ken as well as I what there is between us, Claire.”

He screwed up his courage and turned to face her. She was staring down into her lap, hands clasped. Her lips were pressed tight, her expression, for once, unreadable.

“I canna believe I’m alone in feeling it…this…whatever it is between you and me.” He laid a hand slowly and tenderly atop hers, his heart pounding.

She jumped when his hand touched hers, and with a jolt, Jamie saw that she had been twisting her golden ring round and round her finger.

Jamie stood at once and raised his hands in a gesture of apology. “Forgive me,  lass….”

Fraser, you dolt, have ye no sense to spare a thought for what the lass is going through?

“I’m so sorry, Claire,” he repeated. “I—I ken—that ye still grieve for your departed husband.”

Her lips went tight and Jamie saw her blink several times, hard.

“It…. isna right that ye should forget him, or even try to. If ye loved him, he must have been a good man. But I–I should–”

Courage, man. COURAGE.

“…It would be my honor to see to the care of his wife.”

Finally, she looked up, sharply, her eyes wide. She spoke in barely a whisper. “What?”

Will you marry me, Claire?”

She simply stared at him, in utter shock.

He went to his knees in front of her in the oath-giving posture, relinquishing all caution and all fear. He exhaled heavily with the relief of letting the feelings for her wash over him. “I care for you—"

I love you, he wanted to scream.

“—and now that I’m a free man, I wish to give ye everything I have. My name—my clan—the protection of my body….Claire, they’re all yours, now and forever.” He reached for her hand, trembling, dying to touch her. “If you’ll have me.”

“No.”

Jamie felt as though she’d pushed him backward into the icy lake. He opened and closed his mouth, unable to find the words for the pain ripping through him.

“I’m sorry, Jamie. I can’t marry you.” She bolted to her feet, took up her basket, and made quickly back toward the camp.

“Claire—please wait—I–”

This couldn’t be happening. This just couldn’t be.

He rose on shaking legs and tried to follow, reaching for her arm. “Sassenach, stop, please—I’m sorry if I was too—I just thought we—”

She threw off his hand and faced him only long enough to say coldly:

You were mistaken.”


Mistaken.

It should have been a night of celebration; should have been the most joyous occasion of his life–to know he was a free man, could go home at last. 

But it was hell, every moment, her words tormenting him as he played each memory he held of her over and over in his mind, every time they had ever spoken, touched, laughed, or cried together, culminating in the breathtaking intimacy of the previous night. Was it lust deluding him? Was it pure, lecherous desire for her body that had colored these memories and called them love?

No.

NO, damn it all!

He knew his heart. And hers—Christ, it danced across her face so freely, that—No, he was not mistaken.

Perhaps she was frightened; perhaps it was too soon.

But he was not mistaken.

It made seeing her flitting about all evening, smiling and pouring whisky liberally all ‘round the fireside — the collective mood of festivity ostensibly in honor of his pardon — all the more galling. She laughed and joked with the lads, chatted at length with Ned Gowan over documents, and generally charmed the whole camp with her golden eyes and glorious smile…everyone except him.

She’d spoken to him only once, when she offered him drink— “For you, Mr. McTavish?”— but she wouldn’t look at him.

She didn’t even know his real name. She didn’t want to know his real name.

He had wanted to drink, but hadn’t—couldn’t allow himself the escape of oblivion. This was his penance, to survive the long hours of the evening, watching her; the longer ones of silence and desolation, seething, hurting, long after the rest had fallen into their deep whisky-slumber. He needed to think with a clear head—to feel this, to understand.  

Christ, if he could only understand why…! If she felt for him as he for her, why deny him so cruelly? Claire was shrewd, but he’d never known her to be that. Surely she had some reason. Surely, if he could only speak with her…

In the dead of night, the grief and the pain nigh unbearable, his ears pricked up. Someone moving surreptitiously about camp.

Clasping his dirk, he slowly sat up high enough to survey the clearing. Geordie, supposed to be on sentry duty, was sound asleep and Jamie gave a silent prayer of thanks to see Claire moving quietly in the direction of the loch.

Tomorrow, they would reach the crossroads and meet once more with Dougal and the rest; there would be more folk for her to tend; more folk to observe their behavior; to hear about their unorthodox night together. He HAD to speak with her tonight.

He followed quietly, but when they were far enough away to be out of earshot of the sleepers, he spoke. “Sassenach?”

She jumped and whirled, and he instantly raised his hands palms forward. “I’m sorry—” he whispered. He came slowly toward her. “I’m so sorry, lass, I didna mean to frigh—” 

He froze, seeing her clearly now in the moonlight. “…You’re running.”  

It was not a question. She was wearing her traveling cloak, and the bundle she clutched clearly contained her medicine box. Her eyes were wide and her nostrils flaring with deep breaths. She was pointed toward the road, in the opposite direction of the horses.

“And on foot?” His voice was flat. Dead.

She shrugged stiffly, tensed as though ready to bolt. “Didn’t want to risk waking the men.”

“Where?” he croaked. Why?, he wanted to scream.

Her eyes were defiant, wide with alarm and determination. “Back to where I came from—same place I’ve been trying to go since Dougal took me captive.”

“Ye canna just go, Claire,” he said, trying to sound dismissive.

Her face was stone. “I can. I will.”

“Claire, I willna let ye do this.“

“Didn’t realize you were my jailer. What are you going to do, clap me in irons?” She was backing slowly away from him and his desperation was mounting with every pace.

“It’s wild country out there! Wolves and—brigands, and—” He was petrified, heartbroken, grasping at straws to keep her from vanishing. “At least–let me accompany you to your destination—see you safe!”

A sob rising in his throat. Christ, dinna leave this way.

A hoarse gasping as he reached for her.

“Please, mo chridhe–”

Ice in her eyes. “I don’t need your ‘protection,’ Mr. McTavish.”

A knife in his gut.

‘…the protection of my body, Claire…
…yours, now and forever.’

The sound of his heart breaking.

She was leaning into her frenzied defiance. “I did have a life before I fell into your lap, you know!” She realized what she’d said, blushed, and stammered angrily. “I mean—into the–hands of the whole bloody clan. I had a LIFE,” she repeated, “and I’m far past due to return to it!”

“Aye,” he said, low and precise, shaking with anger. “you’ve made it exceedingly clear that there’s nothing whatsoever keeping you here.”

She had the grace to look abashed. “Jamie…” He saw the muscles of her face and throat working furiously; the regret in her eyes. She even took a step toward him and made to touch his arm. “Jamie, please, I’m so…so sorry for—”

He shrugged back from her touch and skirted silently around the edge of camp. She followed him, hissing out his name, but he did not slow his pace until he reached the horses. He located her mount and unhobbled it, leading it a hundred yards away from the others, picking up saddle and gear as he want.

When she at last caught up with him, he plucked the bundle from her arms, fastening it perfunctorily to her saddle.

“Jamie, wait—”

Her face was upturned to him, so white and so perfect it made the pain writhe within his chest. He marshaled his features into his mask of impassivity and gave a cordial nod. “I wish ye the best of fortune in your life, Mistress.

She reached for him, pleading. “Jamie, listen, I—”

He pressed the smaller of his dirks into her hand. “Goodbye, Claire.”

And without a backward glance—though he wished to throw his arms around her and beg her, beg her not to leave—he turned on his heel back toward the fires, listening first to the silence, then the jingle of harness and the sound of hooves going quietly off into the night.

He didn’t sleep that night. He couldn’t. He lay awake, breaking apart, wrapped in a blanket that still held the scent of her hair.


[to be continued]

KAI PARKER X READER

SUNSHINE

Hi, Emma!First of all, your writing is gorgeous. Second, can you write an imagine where the reader is really shy and kinda like the sunshine of the group; she has a big crush on Kai and everyone can see it and Kai finds it adorable. Thank you, love! 💗

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Yellow ribbons strung down from the ceiling like rainfall, soft party music thumping quietly through the room, guests clad in pastel colors. It was Caroline’s get together, so obviously she’d planned the entire thing, so the usually darkish red feel of the Salvatore home looked like a unicorn had thrown up all over the place. The smell of homemade cookies wafted throughout the house, pink balloons in every corner, guests pouring in through the front door by the minute. The gang sat huddled around the living room, chatter echoing around their little group, broken by the sound of the ringing doorbell.

“I got it!” the girl jumped up at once, a hopeful look on her face.

“Expecting someone?” Elena cocked her head with raised brows.

“Pshh, no,” the girl waved her hand, unable to hide the warmth growing in her cheeks.

She skipped across the wooden floors, tripping on her high heels as she stumbled for the doorknob. Her fingers locked around it, pulling the wooden frame open to reveal exactly who she’d hoped to see.

“Hi,” she giggled giddily, pulling Kai Parker into the house.

“Hi,” he smiled back, that grin sending her heart into overdrive. He spun around so that the girl’s back was forced into the door, his blue eyes devouring her up. 

“Kai?” she asked, chewing at her lip when he didn’t say anything.

“Mmm,” he said, eyes flickering back up to hers, “couldn’t help myself,” he shrugged.

“Oh,” she blushed furiously, looking over her pastel blue dress, which hugged at her hips, her feet snug in the flowery white heels she wore, hair falling in a perfect halo around her pretty face.

“Where’s your color?” she asked, nudging Kai’s front playfully. He wore a black blazer over white shirt, paired with the usual ripped skinnies, brown hair pushed up into that cute little do.

“I don’t do colorful,” he snickered, stepping aside, “plus, I wouldn’t want to take any of the attention away from you,” he winked.

She laughed as they entered the living room, every head around the table raised to look at the two as they walked over in sync towards the group. The girl went to sit by Kai, but Caroline grabbed her wrist and forced her away before she had the chance, false smile plastered to her lips. They were playing some kind of board game, and usually she would have been all for it, but today she only had eyes for the heretic, who kept beaming at her from the other side of the oak table.

“Ugh, stop that,” Caroline hissed under her breath.

“Stop what?” she said, snapping from her trance.

“Stop with the heart eyes, I’m gonna puke.”

“You can tell?!”

“Everyone can,” Elena whispered from beside her.

Kai looked up at the girl, who shielded her face with embarrassment, Kai raising a brow at Caroline and Elena, who guarded either side of his girl.

“Come on, you can do better than him,” Elena said, brown eyes giving a roll. “You’re an innocent little sweetheart, and he’s…” Elena drifted off as Kai absentmindedly hexed one of the board game pieces into having a seizure.

“You’re gonna lecture me on good guys? Look at who you’re dating,” she scoffed.

Damon coughed and brought his piercing eyes up to hers from over the table, “I can hear that, you know.”

“Sorry,” she stuttered instantly, “you know I don’t mean it that way.”

“None taken,” he laughed. “I actually enjoy watching you get all hot and heavy over your crush,” he sang aloud so the whole room could hear.

Everything went quiet, movement freezing, awkward silence strung thick in the air. The girl buried her face in her arms to avoid looking at Malachai Parker, who’s full lips were twitching with amusement. 

“Uh, who wants to go next?” Stefan cleared his throat as she pulled herself up and bolted out of the room and around the wall.

“Damon!” Elena scolded him with a shake of her head.

“Sorry,” he said, not sounding even a little sorry.

The girl was out the front door in seconds, heading into the garden and sinking down onto a patch of green grass under the shade of a low hanging tree. She lay her head back onto the bark, legs stretched over the lawn, eyes only blinking open when she felt Kai’s presence beside her. 

“Hey,” he tried with a smile.

“Hi,” she said, eyes forward.

“If it makes you feel better, I lit Damon on fire after you left.”

“What?!” she gasped in shock, turning her head to look at Kai.

He gave a snort, “kidding. But I will, if you want me to, princess.”

“No, it’s-just-it’s okay,” she sighed, tucking her knees into her chest.

“Hey, hey,” Kai cooed, offering her a hand and pulling her to her feet.

“I’m sorry about, that…” she trailed off, unable to hold the heretic’s intense gaze.

“Don’t apologize,” he said, fingers crawling under her chin and bringing her head to his, “it’s adorable.”

“What?” she stammered.

He chuckled and tucked a piece of hair behind her ears, lips splitting into a grin, “I like you liking me.”

“Oh?” she asked, heart racing.

The sunlight skimmed through the tree branches and danced across his face, illuminating his perfectly defined features.

“You get all, you know,” he smiled, licking his lips, “flustered.”

“I do not!” she laughed.

“Mm?” he said, trailing the back of his hand down her cheek, silver rings grazing her flesh. She shivered under his touch, goosebumps jumping to her skin as she dipped her head to the side.

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked.

“Kai-” she began, but he’d already hoisted his arms under her thighs, scooping the girl up into his arms and locking her firmly in place against his chest. Her hands instinctively flew around his neck as he began to twirl her around, her vision blurring as the world spun under his feet, unable to restrain their chortles of laughter.

“You literally swept me off my feet, Malachai Parker,” she giggled as he came to stop, still holding her there, enjoying the feeling of her legs straddling him.

“Did you not want me to?” he challenged, letting her go for a brief second, scooping her back up as she yelped in surprise.

“No, I did, I mean I do, I mean I-” she shook her head as she tripped over her words.

Kai snickered, blue eyes drawn to her lips, “god, I want to eat you up.”

“So what’s stopping you?”

She’d said it without thinking, instantly freezing over as her words settled in.

Kai arched an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side, “wasn’t expecting that.”

“Why? Because I’m-”

“The good girl,” he finished. 

She nodded, brushing her fingers lightly through Kai’s hair, “yeah.”

“You’re like sunshine, sweetheart. You can’t enter any room without bringing that light about with you,” he babbled affectionately. “I’d feel bad, like I’m corrupting you or something,” he said, lips bent.

The setting sun set orange flares across their faces, a heavy tension settling between the two.

“Well, where there’s sunshine, there’s gotta be a little darkness, right?” she murmured.

Kai bent into her mouth, their noses touching, breath fanning across her parted lips. 

“Yeah?” he breathed huskily, blue eyes boring into her own, his lips starving and begging to be devoured.

“Yeah,” she said, closing the gap between them as her lips went crashing into Kai’s, hands grabbing at his hair as her back went slamming into the tree he pushed her against, a groan escaping her lips. One taste was all she needed to be addicted to Malachai Parker, his mouth like nicotine she craved, their lips in a constant battle together, bodies entwined, hands never knowing where to travel first. And so they kissed, light and darkness forever trapped in the fleeting embrace of one another.

The Singer

There was a girl at Elsewhere once, they called her Ránaí. She was a music major who loved the old places of the world with all her heart. She sang to the crows and wrote music to play outdoors. She drew attention, and she responded as best she could. She left offerings outside the door, mixed iron dust into her nail polish and lipstick, set thick salt lines around herself and her possessions, and every movement clinked with iron pieces hidden under her clothes.

She was careful, so careful. She had to be.

Ránaí was a student of the Forbidden major. She attended every possible meeting, wearing a steel bucket over her head with eyeholes cut out. It was iron enough for belief to make up the difference. Ránaí wanted to speak to the Gentry – not in English, nor even in Irish, the language of their old haunts. She wanted to speak to the Gentry as the Gentry spoke.

So she made a deal.

She went into the forest one night, with her bucket on her head and her clothes laden with nails and washers and salt packets.

She came back, and no one understood her.

The sounds that issued from her mouth blackened her tongue and shriveled her teeth. Those who listened felt their ears burn – then blister – then bleed.

Ránaí’s teachers stopped calling on her. She stopped coming to class. Her roommate reported her missing a week after that. Sometimes, if you go too deep into the forest, you will hear snatches of impossible sounds that make your ears burn. Turn back – the years have not been kind, and she knows where you are now. Unless you have Favor, only the mockery of the crows can save you from the Singer.

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