she's looking at him so fondly

Imagine Mary realizing both of her sons, Sam and Dean, are in love with the same girl, you.

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill

Originally posted by soluscheese

“Morning.” Sam mumbled as he walked into the kitchen and saw you, Mary and Castiel there, you still cooking the pancakes and her setting everything else up for breakfast with Castiel’s help.

“Morning sweetie.” Mary smiled up at him as he leaned down to kiss her cheek before he turned to take a good look at you.

“Wow” he breathed out and you looked at him for a second before in the end giggling as you tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“What?” you asked, looking up at the older man as he blinked rapidly, staring at you almost awestruck. You glanced at his mother that was still there but luckily was not looking at the two of you.

“You just- I never thought you’d look this good in my clothes.” he said with an adorable dimpled smile as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

You laughed looking back at the food, after glancing down at yourself for a moment. You weren’t in the mood for trying really hard so along with the messy hair you had stolen one of Sam’s flannels that could work as a dress for you and wore it. It was a nice chance compared to you wearing always Dean’s shirts. There was something similar in this, both their clothes made you feel at peace, they had a certain scent to them that brought the same kind of comfort their hugs did but at the same time that scent was so different. And it reminded you instantly of whose clothes you were wearing.

“Thanks” you bit your lip, opting to look only at the pancakes as you felt your cheeks heat up. You had a soft spot for the younger Winchester, you couldn’t deny that, you were really close and had many things in common. He was sweet and kind, gentle and caring. You knew that when you needed to talk to someone he would always be there for you. You were like a little sister to him, as far as you knew at least, even if for you he meant a lot more than just family. But you weren’t going to do something to risk what you had, you’d much rather bottle up your feelings than ruin all of this.

Besides, he wasn’t the only one involved in all of this.

“But- if you want it back I could give it. I’m sorry I didn’t ask I just- it looked too comfy and I-” you started rambling, trying to find an excuse for yourself but he shook his head.

“No, no no!” he said a little too fast and you bit your lip at his reaction “By all means-” he breathed out “-You can keep it, it looks better on you anyway.” he said adorably and you grinned.

“Thank you Sammy.” you stood on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek, making his smile even wider.

“So- what do you want with your pancakes, you didn’t tell me?” you asked and he paused in thought for a moment.

“Uhm I think I’ll go with some eggs today.” he paused in thought.

“Do you want me to make them?” you asked, ready to start on them already but he shook his head with a laugh.

“No you already do enough for us.” he pecked your forehead “I’ll do that myself.” he winked and started working on them next to you as you still laughed and chatted happily.

“You know I love taking care of you anyway.” you mumbled with a shy shrug and he smiled warmly.

“Yes, and I know it. But it’s not bad if you take a break once in a while and let us do all the work.” he said matter of factlyand you just shrugged “You know you deserve it.”

“Not as much as you guys do honestly I-” you shook your head, flipping another pancake.

“Dare you complete that sentence.” it was Dean’s stern voice but the moment you looked at him he had a small smile on. You sighed, knowing you weren’t going to win this fight against both of them so you just shook your head.

Oh and he also happened to be the other person involved.

“Morning guys.” he greeted as he kissed Mary and came towards you, not missing a chance to wrap his arms around your waist.

A small squeak left your lips as he pressed his body against yours and you both chuckled in the end as he kissed the back of your head “Damn smells amazing.” he breathed out as he looked over at the pancakes.

“Thought you’d like them, and in case you are not really into pancakes today I made some cherry pie for you.” you smirked and he looked at you with a wide grin.

“Gosh” he breathed out with wide eyes that made him look like a little kid on Christmas day “Marry me!” he grinned and you laughed.

“You’d have to take me out first, Winchester!” you said as you heard him laugh as he squeezed you, burying his face in your hair.

“Anytime princess.” he mumbled, nuzzling his face before in the end he leaned down and kissed your neck.

You giggled as his morning scruff tickled you and you turned your head to peck his cheek, making him smile down at you. It felt so refreshing to see him like this. It has been such a long while since you saw Dean so carefree.

Of course you had gotten the chance to see him relax sometimes, when it was just the two of you and he’d let loose, but those moments were rare. It mostly was you holding him as you either sat in silence or he talked to you about a nightmare- or whatever was worrying him at the moment.

Your relationship with Dean was different from that of Sam. While with Sam you were all playful, most of the time, and acted all cute together: watching movies, reading books and talking about all kinds of nerdy stuff your relationship with Dean was more contact and less words. You’d spent many nights in each other’s rooms just holding each other, gazing into each other’s eyes like some love-sick couple – well you were love sick you couldn’t deny it at least to yourself – and only sometimes talking. Dean wasn’t really a man of words so when it came to just the two of you he talked about only the things that troubled him. But even the few words were enough for you to get a look into his world. Heck, the mere fact that he trusted you with his thoughts and feelings was enough to let you know how important you were to him.

Of course there were serious moments with Sam as well, he too trusted you with his worries as well, and as that there were funny moments with Dean. Both brothers were very similar but at the same time your relationship with each of them was completely different. Each one of them completed a side of you that in returned completed them as well.

“Hey you two-” Sam’s voice got Dean’s attention. You looked at him to, luckily, see he had a small smile on his face “You’re not alone alright?”

“Sadly” Dean added and you giggled as Sam shot him a bitch-face.

“Why don’t you prove yourself useful and and prepare some bacon huh?” Sam obviously found an excuse to get him away from you.

“Oooh yes, love me some bacon!” Dean said with a glint in his eyes and you chuckled at how childish he was being.

“But first-” he said cupping your face as he leaned down and kissed your forehead, his lips much like Sam’s previously lingered a little longer than they should have. He looked down into your eyes, exactly like Sam had done, and offered you one last gentle smile before going back to playful him and started working on his bacon.

The three of you still talked and laughed as you had each Winchester on each side of you. Her sons’ laughter caught Mary’s attention and this time she took a real good look at the three of you. For a second she smiled fondly at how childlike you were all being, happy that her kids looked so carefree around you, but when realization downed on her hersmile faded away.

“Mary?” Castiel’s low voice caught her attention as she looked at the angel.

“Are you alright?” he asked with a small frown.

“Should I be Castiel?” she sighed sadly “I mean, how can I even be? At first I was happy about Dean but now- seeing this-Knowing that my one son’s happiness depends on the other’s grief- how can I be happy?”

“What- what do you mean?” Castiel frowned with a tilt of his head and she looked from the three of you to him.

“I thought seeing my sons fall in love would be something great. I just didn’t know it was going to be with the same girl.”

Olivia Puckett as Zoe Murphy

Here, I’m gonna analyze and describe Olivia Puckett’s performance as Zoe Murphy, and the ways in which it differed from Laura Dreyfuss’s. Enjoy!

First of all, Olivia Puckett is a blessing to us all. I love her so much (have you seen her Instagram stories?!) you all have no idea. She was so sweet, so good.

I’ll start from the beginning. Instantly, right as she entered during “Anybody Have a Map” her differences with Laura Dreyfuss were evident. She slouched in her chair, her foot giggling under the table. Also, with Connor, her dialogue was lighter, in a way. She delivered the “He’s definitely high” line almost jokingly, like she was just this younger sister poking fun at her brother. It wasn’t disapproving and harsh the way Laura’s delivery felt.

Even while they were exchanging “Fuck you’s!” they seemed more like siblings messing around than two extremely damaged teenagers taking out their anger on each other. It honestly felt like a normal sibling relationship. She wasn’t even yelling, and neither was Mike Faist. It wasn’t mean or anything. It was. Good.

Even when she marched off the stage, proclaiming that she’d leave without Connor if he doesn’t spead up, I felt as though she wouldn’t leave without him. Like that was yet another joke. No big deal. Like she’d wait in the driveway for him to come, and maybe give him a bit of a hard time about it all later, but that they’d laugh about it next week or something.

Then, she met Evan. She rushed over to him in the middle of WTAW, and he instantly recoiled, his shoulders turning inwards, his eyes on the ground, his hands twitching. She seemed genuinely concerned. Her voice was low, and she seemed to purposefully stay away from him, almost fearful of scaring him, while simultaneously wanting to be closer.

When she called Connor “a psychopath,” it sounded like she was angry with Connor for pushing Evan, who obviously didn’t deserve anything, but wasn’t disgusted or hateful. She didn’t sound like she hated Connor. Or even really disliked him. Just has a stereotypical teenage sibling relationship that’s a bit edgy.

When she walked away– “Okay…Jose…” –she turned around and looked back at Evan before leaving, almost fondly. It almost gave me the impression that this crush was requited, and perhaps had been for some time. That Evan’s love for Zoe wasn’t one-sided, that Zoe didn’t grow into liking Evan throughout the musical, but actually, in fact, liked him before it even began.

She entered, again, before “For Forever” and I could see a physical change that occurred in her during the 10 minutes or so she was off-stage. I could almost see her lose Connor, in that entrance. As she noticed Evan’s presence, she didn’t ask “Why is he here” like “Why is this weird kid in our house” but more like “Why is Evan, who I talked to in the hallway a few days ago, here?

Throughout the dinner before “For Forever,” she did this leg jiggle again. Which was. So fascinating. She had these particular ticks, ones which almost mirrored Evan’s. They seemed like two pieces of the same pie, in their own peculiar way. Simply, if Olivia Puckett announces one day that Zoe Murphy has a minor anxiety disorder, I would believe her in a heartbeat.

When she retorted about good times with Connor, saying that “There were no good times!” she didn’t sound like a possibly abused sibling. She sounded almost angry with herself, as though she was wondering why she didn’t notice something was wrong with Connor, as though she wished she’d tried harder. She didn’t sound like someone who was wronged and was furious, she sounded like someone who was remembering her entire childhood and trying to pinpoint where everything went wrong.

Laura’s Zoe seemed like a young person who suddenly lost control over seemingly everything in her life, someone who was almost drowning. Olivia’s Zoe seemed like a young person who had just temporarily misplaced control, someone who was floating just above the water’s surface.

During “Requiem,” Olivia cried, actually cried, which is something Laura definitely did not do. 

The whole “You were not the monster that I knew” thing was much less believable. But the “You’ve given me my brother back. Thank you.” thing at the end of “You Will Be Found” was so. much. more. believable.

I really felt for Olivia’s Zoe. “Requiem” was when I started crying fully during this performance, rather than during “You Will Be Found” (which normally what gets me). I felt her loss so deeply and profoundly, like she was taking the whole audience on this journey with her.

She truly seemed to mourn Connor, to have loved her brother. She seemed so devastated during “If I Could Tell Her” that she never got to tell Connor what she thought. 

It was just a different kind of loss.

As well, her relationship with Evan was so vastly different. She seemed to be more interested in him specifically and less interested in his connection with her brother. At the end of “You Will Be Found” when she kissed Evan the second time, she kept a hand on his when he pulled away. When he kissed her back, she wrapped her arms around him and like hug-kissed him. In the boot, with Laura Dreyfuss, Evan leaned Zoe into her back on the bed. 

The opposite happened here, with Zoe really taking control of their kissing, pushing Evan into the bed.

Also, during “Only Us” she put a hand on either side of Evan’s face and held him so softly when she sang “We can’t compete with all that” rather than motioning with one hand (see: Laura and Ben’s performance of “Only Us” on Seth Meyers). There was a part where she sat on Evan’s bed and Evan kneeled before her, and she held both of his hands between hers.

They held hands whenever they were together after that, honestly. During “Only Us,” Zoe normally kisses Evan once, at the very end of the song. Here, Olivia kissed Ben three (3) times. Twice while singing and once at the end of the song.

I cannot over-exaggerate the softness in her eyes when she looked at him. In all honestly, y’all, I felt myself really loving their relationship, which isn’t something I did beforehand. 

With Laura’s Zoe, I never would recommend Zoe and Evan being together for their own health. With Olivia’s Zoe, if they had met under different circumstances, if Evan hadn’t lied, I firmly believe that they could’ve had a healthy and happy relationship.

And the kegger skit!!! OMG!! She did the same dorky voice that Evan did with “til your mom gets home” when she said “in three hours!!” and they laughed. They laughed a lot.

It was so interesting to see almost Ben’s reactions as an actor to what Olivia was giving him. This was only the second time they’d ever done the show together in those characters, and it must’ve been so unusual to what he had been doing for the past hundred or so performances.

Zoe was so sweet? And? So strong? And never once mean to Evan? With Olivia, the whole “you don’t have to keep saying sorry….I was a little impressed, you ruined it” thing wasn’t as weird? It didn’t feel uncomfortable. It felt like: Zoe liked soft Evan, who apologizes all the time, she just wanted him to be comfortable enough around her to not feel like he had to apologize, rather than wanting him to change.

She felt like a young girl, who had suffered an immense loss, who was coping as best as she possibly could. She wasn’t some semi-popular girl who Evan liked purely because he thought she was hot (neither, of course, is Laura’s Zoe, or any form of Zoe, in fact). She was a multi-dimensional person who existed in her own right outside of anyone else. There was no room to see her as anyone else.

When she found out about Evan’s lie, it was almost more devastating. 

I would have believed her if she had said she loved Evan. 

Laura’s Zoe was angry and possibly depressed. She was desperate to grab a hold onto anything in her life, her life which was quickly spiraling out of control before her eyes. There, Evan seemed like the perfect person to grab onto, someone that was malleable and almost willing to be controlled.

Olivia’s Zoe felt in-control, like she knew what she was doing and knew where she would be in ten years, she just wasn’t there quite yet.

She obviously loved Connor and was mourning his death, but there didn’t seem to be as much guilt involved.

In her final scene, where she met Evan at the orchard, she, like Evan, seemed to have also gone through a metamorphosis. She seemed to have grown so much, and she held her head higher, too, just like Evan. To me, Zoe is a lead character, sharing the female lead title with Heidi Hansen, rather than a supporting character.

I love Laura Dreyfuss with my entire heart and soul, and her Zoe was a very particular character as well. It’s hard to pinpoint the exact differences between her Zoe and Olivia’s Zoe, because they are both truly incredible. Both woman are powerhouses of whom I will forever be in awe. Both portrayals make Zoe a fascinating, dynamic, complex, female character, one that is much, much more than a love interest or plot point. She, in some aspects, feels like the beating heart of the show. It’s hard to put my connection with her into words.

Again, like I said with Michael Lee Brown’s Jared vs. Will Roland’s Jared, neither performance was better. Both are heart-wrenching and powerful and conveyed a message to the audience, reached out and grabbed our hearts in their hands. Both are incredible. Just very, very different.

Essentially, Olivia Puckett’s performance was incredible. Unbelievable actually. Any desire to not want to see the understudies is pointless and wrong, let me tell you. This entire cast and entire crew are the most talented people I’ve ever seen.

Breaking the Rules - part 3

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:  Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Word Count:2,157

Warnings: the usual +  Mention of Cheating, Mention of Emotionally Abusive Relationship

A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter, lovelies!

Breaking the Rules - Masterpage

Originally posted by pennymany

You woke up with a start, unsure where you were. The distant sound of laughter filled the room and you rolled to your side, groaning. The light filtering through the curtains was bright enough to see by, but your eyes were still blurry from sleep.

“It’s barely seven!” Bucky groaned.

His head appeared just above the mattress as he sat up from the floor. He was at eye level with you and yawned widely, not bothering to cover his mouth. You buried your face into the pillow, mumbling something about morning breath.

“So this is what you look like in the morning,” he said, stretching his back. “Interesting.”

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It pisses me off so much how in the books Parvati and Lavender are just pidgeon-holed as ‘fashion obsessed hair heads’ for most of the books?

I mean, they might not be, but that was the impression pre-teen!me got from reading the books?

And now I’m all … okay, okay Hermione is awesome and we all know it.

But that doesn’t mean Lavender and Parvati are stupid just because they are geared differently from Hermione.

Fashion is hella hard and it requires a lot of memorization and attention to detail? And honestly Lavender and Parvati seem to be pretty nice people, in the little glimpses we get of them?

And all I want is Harry, following the Weasley without getting noticed (because he is used to sneaking around without disturbing people or attracting their attention, owing to the Dursley for that) and getting through the barrier and on the train.

And Lavender’s father helping him out with his baggage, jokingly asking him to keep an eye on his little girl? You seem like a good lad, my Lavender is the most beautiful girl, I need a strong gentleman to keep an eye out until she gets to Hogwarts and she starts to learn magic, so are you up to it?

Which is, of course, not true. Lavender has been going to self-defense lessons for years.

But the man noticed that this was a little kid with no parents around, looking all alone.

He thought 'hey, maybe I can stick him with my kid and they’ll make friends’

(btw, as Lavender is not, as far as I know, confirmed as pureblood in canon, I am going with half-blood or muggleborn for her, I’m thinking muggleborn for this specific AU?)

And Lavender is all “Daddy!” and apologizing to Harry for her dorky dad the moment he is out of the door.

And very nicely avoiding to comment on his clothes because she knows how it feels to be conscious of how your clothes look on you and it’s clear to her eyes that the way Harry is dressed he is probably from some orphanage or something because those are huge hand me downs.

(Because fuck you 90s, being fashion conscious doesn’t mean you are an elitist bitch).

And her parents are looking at her from the Platform and instead of asking about Harry’s life, not wanting to put him on the spot, Lavender waves to them and starts talking to Harry all “Those are my parents, they are so fascinated with the idea of magic and what I will learn at Hogwarts, I can’t wait to write to them all about the castle. My dad works in an office as an accountant and my mother has a column in –” Insert popular teen magazine for 90s UK.

And Harry is a bit overwhelmed but Lavender isn’t staring at him, she is not forcing him to talk and she looks nice.

So he kind of starts to tell her about the Dursely y'know, not like he did with Ron about how terrible they are, but about Vernon working for Grunnings (Lavender giggles and says 'Oh I am so sorry but it just sounds like a really silly name? Grunnings.’ and she tries to stretch the word a bit and Harry laughs a little and says yes, because it does sound silly the way she’s saying it, he just had never thought about it. 'I think it’s Swedish or something’ he offers and Lavenders nods sagely because yes, that makes sense) and how Petunia lives at home and reads all sort of gossipy papers, but not teen ones so sorry, he has never seen Lavender’s mom’s column.

And then the door to their compartment open and Parvati and Padma’s mother (I don’t know if they are pureblood but I’m headcanoning them as pureblood for this one) politely asks if there’s space for two more girls and when Lavender and Harry, after looking at each other, agree, Madam Patil levitates their trunks in (much to the amazement of Harry and Lavender) and settles them above and then guides her daughters in.

She introduces them, putting her hands on her shoulders, cautions her girls to not get wand-happy and wishes everyone a happy Hogwarts year and then leaves them there, going back to the Platform to join her husband and tell him how she left their daughters in the presence of Harry Potter.

“He looked dreadful. Hard up at the very least. I think you should look into his family situation. His clothes, at the very least, were terrible.” She murmurs, softly. “I am sure our girls will adopt him before the ride is over, so you should look forward to hearing about him in their letters.”

Her husband, who knows all about his beloved’s wife tendency to take people under her wing and adopt dangerous animals and fell in love with her for it (as well as for other qualities she has) because he’s very much the same, smiles fondly at her for the last bit and nods seriously at the first one.

It doesn’t matter who the boy is. Well it does, because Harry Potter of course, but it also doesn’t matter because no child should be mistreated.

Also it’s kind of strange that Harry Potter would look hard up, considering it’s common knowledge his parents left him handsomely provided for, full tuition to Hogwarts already paid.

Lavender gushes about how beautiful the Patil twins are, which immediately conquers Parvati, who gushes right back at Lavender’s sparkly accessories.

(Look, I might be wrong because this was the UK and not Italy, and if I am please let me know, but I was a child in the 90s, I bought italian teen magazines, sparkly shit taped to the cover under a plastic sleeve was the shit with fashionable people.)

Of course the moment Harry introduces himself, the Parvati twins try really hard not to goggle, though they do look at his scar, and then Parvati starts asking a storm of questions about where he grew up, whether the Harry Potter adventure books right about all he did since he was a child, if not that what did he do since beating You-Know-Who.

Harry 'Do you mean Voldemort?’ is greeted by soft gasps, right until Lavender asks 'Who?’ and then Parvati starts telling her all about the horrible Voldemort and how Harry and his parents saved them all from that monster.

Padma’s brain on the other hand is whirring and she is the one who reassures Harry that he will do just as fine as everybody else, when he says that.

Lavender and Parvati interrupt their convo because Lavender needs to assure to Harry that she’s muggleborn too, so they will have to learn together and he will be just on par with her, while Parvati explains that magical kids do get a leg up because some of them are allowed to practice at home but that really, she will make sure Harry is up to date with everything that is 'stupefy’ about the magical world.

At which point, Lavender asks what 'stupefy’ means and Padma explains that it’s the stunning spell, so don’t say it while pointing your wand at anyone and Parvati adds that it means, well, the most stunning things around.

(What? Wizarding children should have their own slang).

So by the point Hermione and Neville come by, the group as already made the first basic ties and while Neville is greeted and introduced by Padma and Parvati to the rest of the group, Hermione goes on fine right until she hears Harry’s name.

Padma and Parvati thinks it’s … whatever wizarding equivalent is there of gauche, that Hermione would throw that torrent of words at Harry and just … presume to know about him.

Lavender is just hella protective of her new friend.

Tightly knit protective of Harry formation is achieved in 0.2 seconds.

Neville, who has been around other pureblood children but has been condescended upon by most of them (not Padma and Parvati, given that Parvati will stick up for him later on, but still, it was a general tendency towards a potential squib) has found in Hermione one person who has been nice to him to the point of going out of her way to help him look for his embarrassing toad, so he gets protective of Hermione right back.

So basically, Parvati tells Hermione that she should not barrage people with informations like that, Neville replies timidly that Hermione didn’t mean anything bad, she just like quoting sources, Lavender tells Harry that he doesn’t have to worry, they’ll look up all that stuff when they get to Hogwarts, Hermione gets huffy because of course she didn’t mean anything bad, she just thought Harry would know about that stuff, Padma asks why Hermione would think that when Harry has been raised in the muggle world, Neville goggles at the news that Harry was raised in the muggle world.

It’s a mess.

And then Draco Malfoy arrives, because he’s been making the rounds of the train to look for Harry Potter (saying hi to family allies on the way).

I am not sure who says what to whom for most of the ‘chat’ but what I am sure of is that by the end of it, Neville and Hermione are going to be best friends forever and an united front against snobby purebloods, Padma has icily informed 'Mister Malfoy’ that she will be writing to her father about how low the raising standards of the Malfoy have fallen to produce Draco as a result, in response to a snipe Draco made about telling his father about the Patil twins and the rabble they are sticking with, Parvati has informed Crabbe and Goyle that she had not thought they were better than this but they definitely need to find themselves friends who don’t just treat them like dumb muscle and Lavender has vowed to herself that it doesn’t matter to her how cute Draco Malfoy is or how attractive his silver hair are she will spell his hair and robes to look like something an 80s hairband groupie would wear, just as soon as she learns the necessary spells.

To make it simple, battle lines have been drawn, metaphorical blood has been spilled on all sides and the Harry-Lavender-Parvati-Padma friendship has been set in stone.

Ron, if you are curious about him, found a compartment that had Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas in it and spent a really amazing first ride to Hogwarts.

They both made sure Dean knew how Gryffindor was the best house there ever is and then they explained Quidditch to him and became fascinated when Dean explained football (to americans: soccer) to them, especially once Dean started sketching out schemes and stuff.

There are too many players, but it looks like exactly the kind of team effort chasers have to put together only spread through eleven people and that’s just wow.

When Viktor tells Yuri he’s going to fall in love with Otabek, Yuri kicks him in the shin.

Like hell he’d fall in love with Otabek. They may call him the Russian Fairy, but he didn’t think Viktor would take the nickname so literally.

And Otabek is his friend. His best friend. He’s seen enough movies to know that falling for your best friend can hurt.

It’s been years since they’ve met. Years since Otabek rode up and saved him from a mob of Yuri’s Angels (He still doesn’t know why they’re called that when they’re anything but angels). Years since Yuri agreed to be his friend. And still nothing. Yuri knew Viktor was wrong.

In fact, Yuri has stayed for prolonged periods of time with Otabek before and doesn’t feel a thing. He’s staying with him right now. For the past month he’s been crashing at Otabek’s apartment, sleeping in his bed, lounging on his couch, sharing meals at his table.

Today Otabek drags him out of the house and straight to the animal shelter. He tells Yuri he wants a pet, something to keep him company when Yuri is gone. Yuri blinks as he follows along, startled by Otabek’s reasoning.

“It’s not like I don’t call you all the fucking time.”

Otabek shakes his head as they stroll down the endless aisles of cages. “It’s not the same.”

Yuri frowns. He doesn’t understand what that means.

Dogs bark at them from all sides. Yuri flinches when one leaps at the door to his cage, rattling the bars. Dogs are… okay. But Yuri enjoys the quiet, self-sufficient, sassy nature of cats.

Otabek, Yuri thinks, must be a dog person.

“Why don’t you just have someone else come and stay with you?” Yuri continues, moving closer to Otabek as a particularly large dog pants heavily at him from the next cage over. “Like your sister?”

“You know she’s busy with school,” Otabek replies, bending forward to tickle under the chin of a small beagle.

“Tch,” Yuri clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes. He turns away from Otabek to watch a dog attempt to dig a hole into it’s fluffy little bed. “Who gives a shit about school?”

“Yura…”

Otabek’s reprimanding voice sounds further away. Like he left Yuri there to ponder the nonexistent logic behind a dog trying to turn it’s bed into a rabbit hole. With a heavy sigh, he turns and his heart stutters in his chest at the sight.

A small kitten dangles between Otabek’s hands, his touch gentle as he lifts her off the ground. Even from a distance Yuri can see the small red collar around her neck marking her as female. Otabek brings her up to his face, lightly pressing his nose against hers. He chuckles when her small tongue darts out to kiss his nose and Yuri swears the entire world tilts on its axis.

He doesn’t know if he can walk anymore. But it doesn’t seem like he has to because Otabek brings the kitten over to him. She glances up from her spot, snuggled against the bend of Otabek’s elbow and the side of his chest. Her eyes are the same color as Yuri’s, the same striking teal that Otabek has already admitted he loves so much.

“I think I found who I was looking for,” Otabek says with a smile. He runs a gentle thumb across the kitten’s cheeks and smiles fondly down at her. “Isn’t that right, girl?”

Yuri turns away as color rises to his cheeks. He’s pretty sure his heart is going to beat its way out of his chest and he can’t help but imagine the smug grin Viktor will wear when he tells him…

“Fuck it all…”

Editor-In-Chief and Single Dad Shiro Part 1 (2, 3, 4)

  • Shiro’s a workaholic but loves to spend as much time with his daughter.
  • So most days, the little pumpkin goes to work with him and likes to wander off from his office. She hasn’t started school yet and there wasn’t time to hire a babysitter on such a short notice.
  • He’s busy chasing deadlines when he notices that the little devil was no where to be seen in his office.
  • He leaves his room to look for her because he promised her ice cream.
  • However, he sees her being carried by an employee (is he an employee even? he’s wearing a tie so he must be).
  • “But I don’t wanna go back to my Daddy,” his daughter pouts.
  • “Yeah, but what if your Daddy misses you?” unknown not-really-sure-if-employee asks with a frown. “You don’t want to see him sad, do you?”
  • “He’s always busy with papers. He won’t miss me,” she pouts even more, but clings to the other man like they’re close buddies.
  • “You don’t know that, sweetheart,” the guy smiles fondly at his daughter and honestly? Shiro’s just?? so?? taken?? WHO IS THIS MAN? His daughter usually just messes around with people where he works—she’s basically a menace—but somehow this guy managed to be? friends? with? his daughter?
  • He doesn’t get to ogle further at the unknown man because his daughter sees him and calls him.
  • Unknown man’s eyes go wide upon seeing him approaching them, realization dawning into him. He looks back to Shiro’s daughter and whispers “Your Daddy’s Mr. Shirogane?”
  • As soon as he reaches them, the guy clears his throat. “Uh, good morning, sir. I swear to god I am not stealing your daughter. In fact, she—”
  • “I stole some of Keith’s cookies!” his daughter laughs.
  • “—but in the end I gave them to you, cupca—” unknown guy named Keith says to his daughter but stops himself before completing the term of endearment. He places the little girl down so she could go back to him.
  • Shiro just stares at Keith because this guy looks extremely attractive up close and he can’t stop himself, so he blurts out, “Do you work here?”
  • “Um, yes. I started last week. Marketing.”
  • Last week? He hasn’t seen him before. “How come I didn’t interview you?”
  • “I don’t know. Allura hired me on the spot.”
  • Before Shiro can reply, his daughter pokes him, “Daddy, you’re staring too much at Keith.”
  • He gets flustered as he looks down at his daughter. TRAITOR. 
  • “Well, I better get back to work now. I was going to ask whose kid she was and—”
  • “Would you like to have coffee with me?” Shiro blurts out.
  • “W-what?” Keith panics.
  • “A sort of welcome thing.” Shiro explains. “I’m your boss after all.”
  • “Oh, I’m more of a,” Keith coughs. “…a chocolate milk person. But coffee would be okay too. I don’t assume every one just has a—”
  • “Daddy has chocolate milk boxes for me!” his daughter chips in. TRUST REGAINED ONCE AGAIN. GOOD JOB KIDDO.
  • Keith just laughs. “I do love chocolate milk boxes.” 
  • How adorable. Shiro finds himself smiling a little too wide. He feels his daughter poking him again. He knows she’s going to tease him later when they’re alone.
  • And she really did when they go for ice cream. “You like Keeeiiiithhh.”
  • Shiro rolls his eyes. “No I don’t.”
  • “You do this funny face when you lie, Daddy. Plus, you can’t have Keith. I’m going to marry him.”
  • Shiro is just so shocked?? “You can’t marry him! You’re three!”
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Sterek, 2.5K words, Teen

AU, Firefighter Derek

In which Derek is the grumpy neighborhood firefighter, and Stiles is a bit of a lovestruck idiot.


Stiles winces as he turns the corner, unbearably nervous like he always is whenever he drives Lydia’s car, and pulls into the fire station. He offered this morning to help her with any errands she needed, and she asked him to take her car to the fire station and have them install the car seat. Stiles had no idea this was even a thing—seriously, how hard is it to put in a car seat?—but unsurprisingly, Lydia is as fastidious about her unborn child’s safety as she is about everything else.

He parks just outside the front door, careful not to block the big bays with the two fire trucks, and wanders inside. “Hello?” he calls out. There’s a noise coming from the other side of the fire truck, so Stiles keeps walking in that direction, then nearly trips over his own two feet.

There’s a guy, crouched down as he washes the wheel well of the fire truck, and Stiles is 101 percent sure that he’s the most attractive person he’s ever seen. He’s frowning, as if he’s pissed at the task in front of him, but it only serves to show off the sharp cut of his jaw under a very nicely-shaped short beard. He’s wearing a tight short-sleeved SFFD t-shirt, which is wet in patches and very clearly showing off the muscled physique underneath.

“Holy shit.”

The guy’s head jerks up at that, his eyes wide, and his gaze locks with Stiles’ for a long second before slowly drifting down the rest of his body. Stiles damn near forgets how to breathe because yep, this impossibly hot dude is most definitely checking him out.

Stiles has never believed in love at first sight, and he still doesn’t, but as of this moment he most certainly does believe in…familiarity at first sight? Cosmic connection? Just plain lust? He has no fucking clue.

But he yelps a little in surprise, then actually manages to trip over nothing, only catching himself by clutching the pillar next to him, which oh fuck, is actually the fire pole. He finally rights himself, grimacing with both arms spread for balance, and then slaps a hand over his eyes with a plaintive groan.

“Oh my god. Hi, hello, my name is Stiles. Uh, any chance we can start over and pretend that this excruciatingly embarrassing encounter didn’t happen?”

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All hands on deck

request: Hey love, can I request StevexReaderxBucky? All early 20s. Reader works with law/business. She was close with Bucky or Steve(you choose) growing up/in high school. But they just lost touch. Reader meets Steve/Bucky for the first time & they live in the same building. Reader finds out either one/both Steve & Bucky are strippers. Maybe readers inexperienced but flirty (sleeps w/people she likes). Nat & Reader are sisters- they’re both gorgeous & close.

pairing: steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes

word count: 6017

warnings: smut, threesome, oral (male receiving), fingering, breath play, praise kink, stripping, small amounts of dry humping

a/n: 9 pages and five hours later! also changed a few aspects of the request so the fic worked well.

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

The moment you walked through the entrance of your apartment complex, you knew something was different despite not knowing what it was. You tried to push the feeling away as you made your way to the elevator smiling at your neighbours as you did, you may have been tired after a day of hard work but nothing stopped you from being polite to those around you.

As soon as the elevator doors opened with a ding you quickly scurried your back against the cool metal wall and your head leaning back as you let out a long sigh. You were beyond tired as well as beyond annoyed, your boss made you stay at work two hours later than usual and you were exhausted. All you wanted to do was go to your apartment and crawl into your bed and sleep until you woke up the next morning for work.

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anonymous asked:

♗Percabeth please! Have a nice day!

♗ One falling asleep with the other’s head in their lap | Percabeth 

(aka blushy cute post-tlo percabeth)

“Oh,” Percy said, blinking in surprise.

Annabeth clutched her books tighter to her chest, looking back at him. Percy looked like he’d just woken up from a nap, his black hair mussed and sticking up in all directions. He rubbed at his eyes. 

“Are you gonna let me in, Seaweed Brain, or am I going to be standing here all day?”

“Oh,” Percy said again, then stepped to the side to let her pass. He shut the door behind her. 

“Is that Annabeth?” came a voice from the kitchen. 

“Yeah, Mom,” Percy yelled back. He put a hand on her back, his touch warm through the thin shirt. Annabeth blushed, ducking her head when he glanced back at her, dark eyes scanning her face. 

They’d only been dating for a few months, not very long at all. The little things — his hand on her back, when their fingers brushed, when she let herself put her head on his shoulder — still made her want to melt. (Not that, of course, she’d ever tell Percy that. Ever.)

“Hi, Sally,” Annabeth said as they passed the kitchen. Percy’s mom looked over, pan in hand. Her face was dusted with flour, a common sight. 

“Here to study?” 

Annabeth hefted her books higher. 

“Yeah,” she replied. 

“Come on,” Percy murmured, lips at her ear, and Annabeth flushed. She glanced at Sally one more time before being led away towards Percy’s room, her hand in his. 

As usual, there was pretty much nowhere in Percy’s room to work. She could tell he’d made an effort to clean up; a basket by the door was filled with clothes, there was a stack of papers on the floor, and it was less of a mess in general. Still, his desk was covered with schoolwork and Camp stuff. 

She opted to perch on his bed, smoothing out the blanket and scattering her supplies. Percy followed suit, flopping down next to her and rolling so he could look up at the ceiling. 

The afternoon was a quiet one. Percy helped quiz her, the two of them passing flashcards and marking the ones she didn’t have quite memorized. 

“Question,” Percy said, staring at the next card. “Do you remember when we kissed?”

Annabeth dropped her pencil. 

“Duh,” she said, scooping up her pencil. 

“Like our first kiss,” Percy said, turning the card over. “Not the— underwater one.”

Annabeth leaned back on her hands, thinking of the bubble under the lake and his hands at her waist and kissing Percy—

“Mt. Saint Helens?”

He nodded, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks. 

“Did you— like me? Back then?”

Annabeth reached without thinking and carded her fingers through his hair. He looked tired; along with invincibility, the Achilles’ Heel came with a need to sleep. Great package deal, in her opinion — Annabeth never got much sleep. 

He rolled his head into her lap, green eyes bright as he peered up at her. Annabeth’s mouth went dry. His expression was so open, so bright.

“Yeah,” she admitted. “I mean I… I liked Luke a lot when I was younger.”

Saying it hurt, but time had been soothing to her wounds. 

“And then?”

She shoved his head. “And then you came along, dummy.”

He rolled his head back to grin at her. 

“So you did like me.”

Annabeth rolled her eyes, hoping he couldn’t see how red her face was. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” she said fondly, and he sent her a winning smile. Annabeth carded her fingers through his hair again. He looked so content in the moment, afternoon light warm on his face. In another moment, his eyes had fluttered shut, and his face relaxed. 

Annabeth trailed her fingers along his jaw, her touch brave, and then picked up her book, flipping to the right page. 

It hadn’t been love at first sight for them, and it’d taken a long time for her to realize that she’d been in love with him. It’d been gradual, the tipping of sand in an hourglass, there in the glances they’d shared and the way her breath would catch when she saw him. 

And here they were. The kiss. Racing down the hill. Percy’s head in her lap.

“If I’d known we’d make it here,” she whispered, hand settling on Percy’s shoulder. “I would’ve loved you from the start.”

My armour (Montgomery De la Cruz x Reader)

Warnings : Swearing, mention of rape, mention of domestic violence. Justin being so miserable should be a warning too (my little nugget). Spoilers, so if you haven’t seen episode 11 yet and don’t want to be spoiled, don’t read it! Also, my terrible writing skills.
Word count: 3798.

Originally posted by chriswoods

A/N: To anyone who reads this, thank you and sorry. This is the first (and probably last) time I post one of my imagines. Bear with me guys, as English is not my native language. It’s really long and I’m sorry about that but I got carried away. I hope you enjoy it still! I SWEAR IT’S A MONTY FIC EVEN THOUGH IT DOESN’T LOOK LIKE IT AT FIRST!


Glancing down at the bottle of beer she was holding, Y/N sighed. She was starting to feel bored, her only occupation for the last five minutes being to watch the droplets slowly slide down the cold surface of the bottle. It’s been almost three hours since she had arrived at Bryce’s. At first, it was fun. She chatted with her friends, ate some junk food they had ordered and watched a movie with some of them. But now here she was, sitting on the armrest of the couch next to her boyfriend who was currently playing some sort of video game with another boy, while Jessica, Zach and Bryce were playing cards on the table nearby.

Swiftly bringing the beverage to her lips, she finished her drink and put the now empty green bottle on the coffee table in front of her before turning to look at her boyfriend – Montgomery. His eyes were focused on the TV and his brows furrowed as he quickly pressed random buttons on his controller, doing his best not to let his character die.

Y/N smiled to herself as she watched him, thinking back to the day he asked her out for the first time, almost six months ago. She had turned him down at first, because of the reputation he had regarding girls. But after a few weeks of him making efforts; leaving cute notes in her locker, walking or driving her home and even showing up at her doorstep with a bouquet of her favourite flowers, she caved in – finally accepting to have dinner at Rosie’s with the one and only – Montgomery De la Cruz. The date went surprisingly well and now here they were, five months later, still together and incredibly happy.

Y/N’s phone buzzed in her pocket, signalling that she had an incoming call. Standing up, she excused herself, even though nobody really paid attention to her since they were all concentrated on their games. She frowned at the caller ID – Justin, it read, her best friend. They’ve all been waiting for him to show up for quite a while now, why would he be calling her? She closed the glass door behind her as she stepped out of the house and walked a little further into the garden before answering.

“Hello?” She asked, glancing back to the pool house and the jocks who were playing table foot close-by.

“Y/N, thank God. You have to go to Bryce’s, Jess is there and you’re the one who lives the closest to him, and-” Justin rambled, worry filling his voice which made Y/N frown again.

“Jus,” She cut him off “I’m already there. We all are, actually. We’re waiting for you.” She explained and waited for him to say something but as seconds passed, he stayed silent. She could still hear him breathing thought, so she knew he hadn’t hung up on her. “Justin?”

“Fuck. Yeah okay, we’ll be there in ten.” He said and ended the call, leaving Y/N standing in the middle of Bryce’s garden confused as ever.

Putting her phone back in her pocket, she made her way back to her friends. Monty looked up at her as she sat next to him, taking her hand in his and bringing it up to his lips. He left a quick kiss on the top of her hand and watched fondly as a small smile formed on her beautiful face. They might have been dating for only five months but he was deeply and madly in love with that girl. She has changed him so much, for the best of course. He couldn’t help but smile back at Y/N as she slid down the armrest right into his side, wrapping her arms around him.

“Monty, come on! We’re gonna get killed again!” Matt, with whom Monty has been playing the whole evening, whined, elbowing him in the ribs to get his attention. Montgomery groaned in annoyance, pressing his lips to Y/N’s temple before going back to the game as she went back to being bored.

Only a few minutes passed before the door to the pool house opened again. Y/N turned around, a big smile plastered to her face as she knew that her best friend has finally arrived. She was beyond happy to spend some time with him, as they haven’t seen each other much these last couple of days. But her smile was replaced by a frown as soon as she saw him. Justin was clearly angry, his eyes cold, his lips pressed in a thin line. Alex was right behind him, walking slowly, his head hanging low. Bryce turned around as well as he heard the boys enter, a big smile made its way to his face.

“Justin! Alex! About fucking time you guys. These cards are getting stale. Come on, sit down.” He said, inviting both boys to join in the game.

“Actually,” Justin started, glaring at Jess who kept on avoiding making eye contact with her boyfriend. “Jess and I had this thing planned.”

“Pff, no we don’t.” Jessica scoffed, shuffling the cards for another round.

Y/N shifted uncomfortably on the couch, watching the encounter between her best friend and his girlfriend. She hadn’t even noticed that Monty had paused the game until he grabbed her hand with his, squeezing it comfortingly. The girl’s eyes briefly met with her boyfriend’s before she turned her attention back to the other couple, who was full on fighting by now. Worry filled her eyes and her heart broke a little at how wretched her best friend looked. He had bags under his eyes, his cheeks were slightly red. Y/N has known Justin for almost her whole life. Ever since they were little, they were inseparable and always had each other’s backs. They’re both very protective of each other, and know everything about each other. Y/N is one of the rare people who has seen Justin cry, she’s one of the rare people who’s always willing to help him when things go down at his house, with his mother or her boyfriends. And he helped her multiple times as well. He helped her when she was lonely, when her parents would leave for weeks because of work, when they would argue; he helped her with bad break-ups, with everything. The Justin she knew was so much different than the Justin everybody saw. So seeing him so miserable always hurt her as well.

Somehow Justin ended up sitting facing Jess, his eyes not leaving her as she continued paying no mind to him. Zach awkwardly coughed before explaining the rules of the game to the boy.      

“Don’t worry, I got you stakes.” Bryce said to Justin once Zach finished talking. “Your girlfriend has been playing with my money all night anyway.” He smirked as he passed some cash to the basketball player.

“Alex, sit down!” Jessica finally piped in, ignoring her boyfriend’s glances once again.

Y/N couldn’t help but wonder why Jessica was acting so strangely tonight. Her eyes shifted from Alex to Jess, and then back to Justin. Her eyes caught Justin’s tired blue ones for a second and she gave him a weak smile, as to tell him that ‘everything is going to be okay’. But he brushed her off, his jaw clenching as he turned back to Jess who was now dragging Alex to the table. Y/N sighed, usually Justin would smile back, sometimes even nod at her as to say ‘thank you’.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Monty whispered into Y/N’s ear, his lips only an inch away from her ear as he did not want anyone else to hear him. He knew his girlfriend hated fights, and that she hated seeing her best friend like this. Y/N turned to her boyfriend smiling slightly, grateful that he was trying to get them out of that uncomfortable situation. Her lips parted as she was going to give him an answer, but she was quickly interrupted by Justin.

“Jess, what the fuck?” The boy raised his voice, glaring at Jessica who was now comfortably sitting on Bryce’s lap, a wicked smile plastered to her face. Eventually Jess faced her boyfriend, who was barely containing his anger by now.

“Your deal.” She spat coldly at him as she gave him some cards.  

“I don’t wanna play fucking cards right now.” Justin growled, pushing himself closer to her over the table.

“I said, your deal!” The brunette yelled and threw a few cards in his face, causing him to jump back a little in surprise.

“Shit.” Monty said, grabbing Y/N’s hand again and tugging at it as he stood up, ready to leave before the argument turned into something worse. But he barely had time to pull her to him before Justin stood up as well and started walking towards the exit, expecting his girlfriend to follow him. But as she didn’t, he took a step back and gripped her arm, yanking her away from Bryce. Y/N gasped as she watched her best friend violently pulling his girlfriend out of the pool house.

“Let’s go.” Monty said looking at his girl with soft eyes, ready to take her as far as possible from the argument. He intertwined his fingers with Y/N’s and let her out of the little building. But once outside, things got even worse, much to Y/N’s dismay.

“Don’t touch me like that. Don’t you ever touch me like that.” Jessica screamed as she broke free from Justin’s grip. She pushed him away, making him stumble back a few feet, her eyes full of rage.

“Buddy, calm down.” Bryce said calmly, taking a step towards the couple in an attempt to lighten the tension.

“Stay the fuck away from her!” Justin yelled, approaching his former best friend, anger radiating from his tall frame.

“What is your problem, Justin?” Jessica questioned, clearly irritated by now. She looked from Bryce to her boyfriend, her bottom lip trembling.

Surprise was written over everybody’s faces, except Y/N’s. She was more concerned than surprised to be honest, as she knew that the couple was going through a rough path. She didn’t know that it was that bad, though. Y/N averted her eyes from the couple and focused on the dirty floor instead.

“Why the fuck are you here with Bryce?” The fight went on as Justin cried out, tears welling in the corners of his eyes.

Y/N didn’t want to witness the fight anymore, she had had enough. Deciding that it was better to leave, she pulled her boyfriend away from the small group. But she stopped in her tracks as Zach spoke up.

“Guys, this does not need to happen.” He said calmly, looking between the three people concerned – Jessica, Justin and Bryce.

“Maybe it does.” Alex said as he took a step forward, bringing all the attention to him. Y/N was over confused now. She did not understand a single thing, and frankly, she did not want to.

“Tell me why you care.” Jessica pleaded softly.

Blocking everything and everyone from her mind, Y/N let go of Monty’s hand, slowly making her way away from the group and out of this whole drama. She couldn’t take the screaming, the pain, anymore. It reminded her of home way too much. She took only a couple of steps before Justin’s voice caused her to freeze in the spot, and what he yelled out made her breath hitch and the blood in her veins run cold.

“Because he fucking raped you!” Silence filled the air after Justin’s outburst.

Y/N’s heart pounded in her ribcage, her breaths short as she turned around only to see Jess let out a loud sob and Justin charge at Bryce. She watched with tears in her eyes as Zach held Justin back and her boyfriend held Bryce away from the other boy.

He raped her. He fucking raped her. Y/N’s eyes landed on Bryce and for a mere few seconds his eyes caught hers. There was no emotion in them whatsoever. No guilt, no regret, nothing. His stare was cold and caused shivers to run down her spine. The girl looked away as she felt sick to the stomach. Only thinking about it made her ill. Y/N had always known that Bryce was a heartless bastard who had no respect for anyone, especially women, and treated everyone like trash, but rape? It was something she wasn’t expecting, even from him. The sound of Jessica’s palm colliding with Justin’s cheek brought her back to reality. She looked over at her best friend who was standing in the middle of the little circle that had formed, with a clear handprint on his left cheek and tears falling from his eyes as Jess pushed past him, storming away.

Y/N’s gaze followed her and without really thinking it through she ran after the girl, stumbling a little over her own feet as her mind was still somewhere else. Catching up with the brunette, she softly put her hand on her shoulder to stop her from walking further away. Jessica flinched away from the girl’s touch, her eyes sending draggers at her as she continued on her way to her car.

“Jess, hold on.” Y/N said, her throat dry and voice hoarse. Rolling her eyes, Jessica turned to face the other girl who was playing with her fingers, obviously uncomfortable with the whole situation.

“What?” She spat, a quick laugh leaving her lips as she noticed a tear sliding down Y/N’s cheek. “Why are you crying?” She crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for an answer as she played with her car keys.

“You… You shouldn’t be driving right now, not in this state of mind.” Y/N croaked out mentioning to the keys with her hand, not really knowing what to say to the girl. Contrary to popular belief, Y/N did appreciate the young brunette, she considered her a friend now; and that’s why she followed her out there in the cold night trying to help her, to comfort her.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake Y/N. Just leave me alone.” Turning back on her heel Jessica trotted over to her car. However, the other girl refused to let her go and ran up to her, swiftly taking the keys from the shaking girl before she could even open the vehicle, and then taking a step back in precaution. “What the fuck do you want?” Jessica yelled in her face, her pupils dilated because of the tears, but also because of the anger she felt at the moment. “Why don’t you go comfort your ‘oh so great best friend’?”  

“Jess, let me at least drive you home.” Y/N whispered calmly, dodging her question once again. She took a step forward, expecting the girl to give up and just let her drive her home safely. What she wasn’t expecting, though, was the harsh slap that she received once she was close enough. The sound of the keys hitting the asphalt filled the air as Y/N brought her hand up to her red and already swollen cheek in surprise.

“Leave me alone.” Jessica repeated slowly, her eyes filled with tears and pain. Y/N watched with wide, glassy eyes and her mouth agape as Jess picked the keys up. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think, she just stood frozen and watched as her friend got into the car and drove away into the night.  

When Monty had suggested to spend the evening with some of their friends at the pool house earlier that day, Y/N was surely not expecting things to end up like this. It was supposed to be a fun night; a group of friends hanging out together after a stressful week. A night filled with laugher, music and alcohol. But things never go as planned, do they?  

Minutes passed but Y/N hasn’t moved yet. She felt quite stupid to feel so hurt by her friend’s actions, as they were totally justified – she has been raped, for God’s sake. A slap seems so meaningless compared to what Jessica is going through but it still pained her, she couldn’t stop herself from feeling this way. It brought back too many memories. It reminded her of all the times her mother would push her around when she’d do something bad. It reminded her of all the times her father would yell at her until she cried after she brought home a bad grade from school. But most importantly, it reminded her of all the slaps, punches, pinches she would receive from both of them once she grew older; and always for such stupid reasons like being caught kissing a boy, or getting home a bit too late.

Y/N was full on sobbing now, her body shaking as she sat down on the pavement in front of Bryce’s house. Her hand stroked her hot cheek softly, careful not to hurt it even more.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice brought the girl back to reality. Her eyelids fluttered, letting some tears fall all the way down her cheeks and to the ground. Monty approached the girl slowly, joining her on the ground.

“Mon…” She breathed out, her big Y/E/C eyes meeting his. The boy’s lips curved into a small smile at the nickname only she was allowed to use. He used to hate when others called him that, ‘Mon’, but it sounded so nice coming out of her lips. He brought his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to his chest, his chin resting at the top of her head. He could feel her whole body trembling and it made his heart ache. He wished he could just take the pain away.

“What happened, love?” He asked quietly, his hand running up and down her arm in a comforting manner. Y/N looked up at him, her bottom lip quivering. And that’s when in the dim light from the street lamp he noticed the red print on her left cheek. His heart thumped harder in his chest, his grip on her tightening as he placed a sweet kiss on her forehead to calm himself down.

Montgomery wasn’t angry at Jessica. As maddening as it was, he understood why she had done it. She wanted to be left alone to cope with things, but Y/N being her lovely self wanted to help her. Jessica couldn’t know that this action would cause Y/N to breakdown. She wasn’t aware of what the girl went through when she was younger, and what she’s still going through at home. But Monty was very well aware of his girlfriend’s situation. Hell, he almost beat her father up once when he noticed a few bruises on her ribs during one of their make-out sessions. He couldn’t comprehend how Y/N’s parents could do this to their own daughter, but he was glad that she had opened up to him about it. He promised himself that he’d always protect her from them, and from anyone else who would try to harm her in any way.

Leaving one more kiss at the top of his girlfriend’s head, Montgomery stood up, reaching out for her with his hand which she took after a few seconds of hesitation. It was nothing new to him, she’s always suspicious of everything when she’s in physical or psychological pain. What mattered was that in the end she’d always fully open up to him and let him help her.

“Let’s get you out of here, babe.” He said and waited until she nodded her head to lead her to his jeep.

The drive to her house was a very short one as Y/N lived only a few blocks away from Bryce. Usually the couple would hang out and spend nights at Monty’s house, as his parents accepted their relationship more than Y/N’s, but this time her parents were away for a week and an empty house was always better.

Getting out of the car Monty quickly ran to the passenger’s door to help his girlfriend out. He led her to the front door, opening it with the spare key he had.

Minutes later Y/N was comfortably sitting on her bed, her legs hidden under the soft duvet while her boyfriend rummaged through her tidy room, getting DVDs out. A light smile formed on her face as she watched him. She was so thankful to have him. He was her everything and he didn’t even know it. He was her reason to get out of bed in the morning, her reason to go to school, her reason to keep going. He just meant so much to her.

“I’ll go get the snacks.” Monty said moving towards the bed and handing Y/N the DVDs he had found. “You pick the movie.” He smiled affectionately at her.

“Forget the snacks, just come here.” Y/N pleaded, making grabby hands at him and giving him a big smile. Her eyes weren’t dull anymore, they were shining again. The smile wasn’t a forced one, it was genuine. She pouted at him as he still hasn’t moved and just observed her, making him roll his eyes at her jokingly.

“Move then.” Monty pushed the covers off Y/N’s legs only to pull them over them again once he laid down next to her. Forgetting about the DVDs, Y/N laid back next to her boyfriend, clinging to his side. He chuckled as the girl laid her head on his chest, making her punch him playfully in the stomach to make him stop moving. Her fingers danced over his clothed chest as she replayed the events of the day in her head again. A smile crept onto her face once more as she thought about how sweet and caring her boyfriend has been; not only today, but ever since they started dating. Monty’s hand moved up to her face, cupping her cheek softly. He tilted her head back to make her look at him. His heart filled with joy as he noticed her smile. God, how he loved her smile.

“You okay?” He whispered, pushing a few lose strands of hair behind her ear. Y/N leaned up, pressing her lips to his softly in a sweet kiss.

“I’m okay now.” She mumbled into the kiss, pulling away right after. Monty’s arm snaked around her waist, bringing the girl even closer to him as her hand moved to the back of his head, her fingers playing with his hair. He moved down a bit, so their faces were on the same level, his forehead pressed to hers. They stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like hours, but was actually only a few seconds as Monty’s thumb started stroking Y/N’s cheek lovingly.

“Good.” He murmured before pressing his lips to hers, but this time in a much more heated kiss filled with love and passion.


Well, that was crap.

Tagging a few people just for this imagine;
@xbarrjallenx and @ans-atkins because they’re two of my favourite 13rw imagines blogs and I’d love to have their opinion on it (+ xbarrjallenx helped me out with the title so a big thank you to you hun).
@arch1eandrews because I promised that I would tag you, as you’re the one who pushed me to finally post something, ily.
@5saucefanfic because I love you so much and you’ve been pushing me to post something too, and you helped me out with this, so thank you.

I’ll probably regret that and might delete it later.

Stranger Things: The Byers and The Tramp

Jonathan Byers Imagine

Prompt: Imagine being popular and being Jonathan’s girlfriend

Warnings Adult Language Does not follow the plot of “Stranger Things”

Point of view: The Reader’s POV

I slammed my locker shut as I listened to Nancy rambled on about Steve.

“Nancy why don’t you just fuck him already” I smirked as I watched her blush madly, her tuck a piece of hair behind her before rolling her eyes.

“(Y/N) seriously” she groaned as she shoved my shoulder lightly “a relationship isn’t all about sex. It’s about the small things he does for you to tell you he loves you”

“Yeah like fucking you senselessly” I giggled as I pushed her slightly, she groaned softly before pushing me back

“So you and Jonathan must have sex a lot?” Nancy questioned as we moved down the hall, I shook my head softly

“No actually, he hasn’t laid a finger on me, a quick kiss is all I get” I commented as it was my turn to blush, of course I’ve had sex but it was quick lasted no more than 2 minutes. The douche always hypes himself up saying “he’s the biggest I’ve ever seen”, then it feels like nothing.

“Maybe he’s waiting for the perfect moment” Nancy giggled as she turned in front of me

“Maybe he’s a virgin” I stated rolling my eyes at her comment, she sighed softly before smiling brightly as her eyes were fixed behind me.

“Here comes the virgin Romeo now” Nancy giggled as I peered over shoulder noticing that Jonathan was moving down the hall. “Go Sluttie Juliet!”

“Nancy!” I gasped as I shoved her harshly, a laugh escaping her lips as she pushed me towards him.

He fiddled with his camera as he smiled at me

“Hey baby” I smiled as I tried kissing him but he moved his head down instead.

“Hey (N/N)” he shyly stated, I giggled softly before grabbing his face forcing him to look at me, I placed a soft kiss on his lips. His face redden as he watched me for a second “Um- I-I- we’ll see the thing is– my– mom wants to meet you”

“She does?” I questioned as he scratched the back of his neck, he nodded slowly

“But I understand if-”

“I’d love to meet her Johnny boy, and that adorable little brother of yours” I smiled

“Really? You wanna meet them?” He questioned as his face contorted in surprise

“Your my boyfriend, of course I wanna meet them” I smiled as I wrapped my hands around his neck, as I pressed my head against his, so he would look me in the eye.

“G-great. Um dinner is tonight at 7” he smiled, I bit my lips softly before nodding in agreement as I pulled back. He placed a quick kiss on my cheek for rushing off.

                       ***

I had to admit I was nervous, I really did like Jonathan he was different than the other boyfriends I had. He was sweet, caring, and took my feelings into consideration.

I didn’t want to screw up meeting his mom and brother.

What if she hates me?

What if she thinks in a slut?

I groaned softly as I banged my head against the steering wheel. I pushed myself out of the car as I slowly walked up the steps to the house. A loud bark pierce the air causing me to squeal lightly. I rung the door bell a couple of times as the more barks filled the air.

A group of boys answered the door, the all watched me for a moment

“She is real” a dark skinned boy stated as he touched my stomach pulling back quickly.

“She’s very pretty” the other said but this one was missing his two front teeth, but that didn’t stop him from looking adorable.

“I’ve seen pictures of her before Johnny has them in his room” another stated, they watched me slowly, I offered a small smile in which they all returned.

“Who was at the door?” I heard Jonathan scream as he appeared at the front door. “Guys let her in”

The parted slowly as I stepped in, I giggled left my lips.

“Hey baby” I smiled as I started I kiss him but was cut off by gasping.

“She called him “baby” meaning that they are dating” the toothless boy commented as he walked in between us. I glanced at Johnny as a blush fell on his face

I bent down as I watched the boy, I kissed his cheek before offering my hand.

“I’m (Y/N)” I smiled, he grabbed his cheek before looking at the other boys. He backed away slowly as he gave me a toothless smile. “I think I broke him”

“She’s pretty and funny too” the dark skinned boy commented as he examined for further

“Who was at the door?” A female calls, I stood up quickly spinning around as I saw his mother. “Oh wow!”

She smiles brightly as she looked at me

“You are absolutely beautiful” she commented as she gave me a quick hug “I see you meet the boys”

“Yes, they are very observant” I smiled, she nodded quickly as she looked back at the boys.

“Well come on boys” she clapped as she ushered them into the room. “Clean up this game you have going on”

“I’m Dustin!” The toothless boy called out as he gave me a smile, I smiled back at him.

“She is right you look beautiful” I heard Johnny say, I turned around facing him.

“Thanks, you don’t look half bad yourself” I giggle as I wrapped arms around him.

“We have an audience” he spoke as he flicked his head towards the opening, I peered over my shoulder seeing the boys watching us.

“She just can’t be real” Will commented “I mean, my brother dating her”

“Come on Johnny boy, I’m starving and I think your brother and his friends have a whole bunch of questions for me” I giggled

                        ***

“How did you meet my brother?” Will questioned

“In Photography class” I smiled as I remembered the memory so fondly. “He was nerdy boy who always had a camera”

Johnny laughed softly before pushing my shoulder lightly as he blushed softly

“Let me get this straight” Lucas stated “You’re dating Byers”

I laughed loudly as I studied his expression, As I nodded slowly to his statement.

                           •••

After endless questions about me and adorable baby pictures of Jonathan, dinner was finally over.

I peeled off my jacket as I threw on a chair in his room. I peered over my shoulder as I still heard him talking to his mom downstairs. I grabbed the photos that laid on top of his radio.

They were of me, dozens. Pictures that I didn’t know he took. Pictures of me smiling, pictures of me making faces, pictures of me sleeping in class, pictures of me in his room.

How did I not see him taking all these pictures of me.

“You weren’t suppose to see that” I heard his voice behind me, I blushed softly before placing them back down.

“But I did” I spoke softly wondering how many more he has taken “w-when did you take all those”

“I-I- whenever, moments with you were just to precious to just keep as memories, I needed prove a reminder to know that you are real. That someone like you is dating me" he spoke, I smiled softly. “Are you mad?”

I spun around quickly as I watched him for a moment.

“How can I be when you say stuff like that?” I spoke “That was the sweetest thing that anyone has ever said to me”

He blushed softly as he looked down. I walked over to him, he looked up at me for a moment, without any thought or second of regret. I crash my lips to his, my hands running through his hair.

This moment I knew that I was in love with him. He was a shy, socially awkward boy but he was perfect for me.

“I love you” I whispered against his lips, the words so foreign to me as I spoke them

“I love you too” he smiled as he picked me up, tossing me on the bed. I giggled softly as I pulled him down with me. “I’ve always loved you”

Are You Two Dating Now?

“Love? Can you grab the plates?” Joe calls out, glancing up from the food he’s cooking.

“Yup.” Y/N closes her computer, jumping up from the couch, she crosses the floor, her hand sliding along Joe’s back as she passes him, reaching for the plates. “Smells delicious.”

“We went Italian tonight!” He replies proudly, smiling over his shoulder at her.

“Always wanted to go to Italy,” She sighs, pausing briefly, plates in hand.

“I’ll take you one day.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Sugg.”

“Me? Never.” He chuckles, wrapping an arm around her waist as he pulls her to his side, placing a kiss on her temple. “This is one I will keep. I’ll get you to Italy, Y/N. Just you wait.”

“Mhm, sure.” She rolls her eyes, placing the plates on the counter. “Can we eat now?”

“Just have to dish it out. Go take a seat.”

“How did I get so lucky?” Y/N asks, sitting at the work top on the other side, “I have an amazing best friend who cooks me delicious food and promises a trip to Italy.”

“I know, I’m pretty amazing.” Joe answers, winking at her as he places a plate of food in front of her. “Enjoy!”


The little moments between them were so normal now, that they never paid attention to them.

Of course, the boys had noticed, wondering why the two best friends acted like a couple without actually dating, but Y/N and Joe just shrugged and said it was who they were.

How they acted with each other was just who they were, it felt right for them. They never considered that they might have real feelings, they were just part of each other’s lives, and it was left at that.


“You ready for bed?” Joe asks a couple hours later, looking down at Y/N, who’s practically asleep on his lap.

“Hmm, think so.” She mumbles, yawning lightly. “Unless you wanna finish the movie?”

“The movie will be there tomorrow, love. Let’s go to bed.”

Nodding, she sits up, stretching. “Your couch is too comfy. And so are you.”

“My beds much comfier though,” He tells her, holding out a hand to help her up.

“I know. I always sleep better in it than my own,” Y/N laughs leaning against him as he leads her up to his room.

Once they’re in the bedroom, she walks over to Joe’s closet, grabbing a random shirt before stripping out of her own clothes, slipping it over her head a moment later.

“Here,” He’s waiting for her outside of the closet, a warm facecloth in his hand, and she takes it with a smile, beginning to wipe the make up off of her face.

“Oh shit,” Joe curses softly, pausing in his movements of pulling the blankets back on the bed.

“What’s wrong?”

“I forgot to send an email. It’s pretty important, too.”

“Then go do it, and then come to bed.” Y/N tells him, walking over to wrap her arms around him, looking up at him. “You won’t relax until you do it.”

“Sorry,” He smiles sheepishly down at her, one hand reaching up to brush the hair out of her face, “I know you were all ready for bed.”

“It’s fine.” Lifting up, she places a simple kiss on his lips, “Go write your email. I’ll be here when you’re back.”

“Thanks, love.”

Neither think of the kiss that just occurred, another moment that just felt right for them.

And when Joe slips into bed beside her a short while later, he pulls her close, kissing her forehead softly.

“Night.” She mutters sleepily.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”


And when he kisses her good morning, they don’t think anything of it either.

The shift in their relationship simply happened, and both accept it without saying anything.

“The boys are coming over for brunch,” Joe tells her, his fingers running along her arm.

“Then we should probably get up and get dressed.”

“Probably.”

Yet they remain cuddled up in bed for a while longer, only dragging themselves out when Jack texts them to say that he and Josh will be there in ten minutes.

Y/N tosses her hair into a messy bun before pulling on her pants from last night, leaving Joe’s shirt on. He smiles over at her when she appears downstairs, commenting how nice she looks in his stuff.

“I should steal it more often.” She teases before going to answer the door as the boys arrive.


By now, the boys were used to the two acting like a couple, even if they didn’t really understand the relationship between the two, so no one batted an eye when they saw her wearing his shirt, or when Joe’s eyes followed her around the room.

And even when she wrapped her arms around him from behind, leaning against him while she chatted casually with Jack, the boys just took it in stride.

It wasn’t until they were cleaning up from brunch that the boys grew confused.

“You don’t have to do that, love.” Joe says to Y/N, trying to pull her away from the sink where she’s doing dishes.

“It needs to be done,” She laughs, flicking bubbles at him.

“Make one of them do it, then.” He grins, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.

“Do you not want clean dishes?” She asks, her arms moving up to around his neck.

“Hmm, fair point.” Joe answers, leaning down to kiss her gently. “At least let me help?”

“Fine, you can dry.” Y/N tells him, lifting up to kiss him once more before she turns back to the sink.


The group of boys all stare over at them in shock and confusion, exchanging glances.

“Okay, what the fuck?” Caspar finally says, drawing the attention of the couple who aren’t a couple.

“What’s wrong?” Joe asks, taking the plate from Y/N, drying it.

“When did…that happen?” Conor asks, gesturing between the two.

“When did what happen?” Y/N glances over at Joe, but he shrugs, placing the plate onto the counter.

“You two just kissed.” Jack tells them, “I mean, we get you two are touchy and she wears your clothes and stays the night…but, you kissed.”

“Well, at least we know Jack can see.” Joe laughed, “But what’s the problem?”

“Are you two dating now?” Josh asks them, glancing between the two.

Y/N and Joe share a look, a silent conversation happening between them before she smiles, placing a soapy hand on his cheek as she reaches up to kiss him again.

“Suppose we are.”

“Guess so.” Joe shrugs, smiling fondly down at her.

“You two are so bloody confusing…” Oli mumbles, shaking his head.

Yet to Y/N and Joe, it all makes perfect sense.

Because it’s just who they are.

Pajama Day

Requested by @darkheartsdontbreaktheybruise 88: “I vote for today to be pajama day.”

Feysand - sick Rhys


Rhys is most definitely not sick. Or so he says.

Feyre, however, knows that this is most certainly bullshit. She was awake too when he was coughing up a lung at two in the morning, and when his nose was so clogged he woke abruptly when he couldn’t breathe normally. Her husband had had such a rough night sleep, in fact, that Feyre woke up before him, and was the first to feel his forehead. It practically burned her hand.

Immediately, she had canceled all of his meetings and obligations for the day. She called upon a healer, who inspected him quickly, quietly, while he was still sleeping, and left after telling Feyre just to make him rest and he would be fine in a couple days.

Feyre had closed the blinds so no light reached Rhys’ sleeping form, allowing him the chance to sleep rather peacefully for many more hours. His wife was completely content to watch over him while he slept, reading her book and brushing his hair back from his face from time to time.

He woke with a start, sitting up and practically trying to jump from the bed, upsetting the damp washcloth that had been sitting on his brow. His legs got twisted with the blanket, however, and he fell to the floor, groaning in discomfort. Feyre had tsked a couple times as she made her way around and helped her mate back to his feet before easing him on the bed again.

Rhys refused to lie down however, insisting that he was completely okay, even as his voice made a scratchy sound every time he talked and snot was currently pouring from his nose. Feyre simply handed him a tissue and pushed his shoulders so he was at least sitting against the headboard.

“But I have so much work to do Feyre. I’m not sick!” He kept saying, though he had just gratefully accepted the cup of tea she offered for his sore throat.

“I already canceled all your appointments for the day. Everyone understands that even the High Lord needs a sick day once in a while.” Feyre calmly explained, brushing his sticky hair off of his forehead. He looked like crap, she had to admit.

Thank you so much, darling.

Oops. It’s not a bad thing, Rhys. It’s actually a little nice to know that you don’t look perfect all the time. She winked at him.

“Yeah, well I can get dressed now so you don’t have to keep looking at me in my less than perfect state.” He said playfully, going to stand but Feyre pushed him down yet again.

“Nuh uh, sir, you are staying in this bed. In fact, I vote today to be pajama day!” She exclaimed. Rhys sighed, smiling slightly as he looked at her fondly. He was so easy to convince

Now, he grasps her hand in his and squeezes once. “What did I do to deserve you?”

Feyre winks again. “I ask myself the same thing everyday.” Suddenly, she stands up and skitters to the door. “Okay, you stay put and get comfy. I’ll be right back with food and stuff for the day. It’s about time we just spent a day together.” Her smile takes his breath away as she opens the door and swiftly departs.

The High Lord shakes his head, blows his nose, and takes a couple sips of his tea. When the cup was almost empty, he stands, stretching his sore limbs and thanking Feyre for getting him out of training with Cassian today. To be honest, he doesn’t think he would be able to do it in this state.

Rhys walks to his closet, going to the bottom drawer and pulling out a pair of footie pajamas with stars all over it that Mor had gotten him as a joke. He decides if he was going to spoil Feyre’s image of him as this sexy, perfect High Lord, he might as well do it comfortably.

About half an hour later, Rhys snuggled halfway beneath his covers, halfway not, warm and cozy in his pjs, Feyre comes back. She drops three bags of groceries on the table, scampers over to the bed to place a kiss on Rhys’ forehead, and then dashes for the closet. Rhys sits up in his bed in preparation, having a slight coughing fit in the meantime.

Rhys is just picking up another tissue when the closet door opens. Rhys drops the tissue. As well as his jaw. However, as always, he recovers quickly. “I didn’t know it was that kind of pajama day, darling. You should have told me and I wouldn’t look like such a dork.” He smirks, eyes freely roaming up and down her body which is scantily covered in a incredibly small black nightgown. He is working to stand and go to her as she holds up a finger.

“We’re not doing that today, not when you’re still sick. Though it doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the view.” Feyre grins, causing Rhys to groan and fall back on his pillows.

“You torture me, you know that?” He asks, raising an eyebrow and following the movements of her body as she makes her way to the bed.

“Oh, yes, I do.” She hums, sliding under the covers next to him and peeking at what he is wearing underneath. “Love the footie pajamas by the way, so incredibly sexy.”

Rhys’ smirk comes back as he slides a hand under the covers towards her. “Sexy, you say?” But the act is ruined by a coughing fit that takes over his body.

Feyre rubs his back soothingly until he is done and then gets out of bed to bring him the snacks from the table, ready to settle in for a relaxing day with her mate.

For a couple hours, Feyre and Rhys simply read, eat, and cuddle, content in the silent company of each other. Eventually, Rhys’ eyes grow tired and he can no longer focus on what he is reading. So, Feyre takes the book from his hands, pulls Rhys down to lay his head in her lap, and reads aloud to him. Too many times, Feyre feels a hand start brushing along the edge of her nightgown and each time, with the hand that is constantly brushing through his hair, Feyre pulls at the strands slightly, causing him to growl and stop.

Later in the afternoon, Feyre leaves for a few minutes to make him soup. When Rhys spies the bowl in her hands, his eyes sparkle. She feeds him the hot soup but his eyes never leave hers as he eats, no doubt remembering the first time she made him soup. When the bowl is empty, he once again lays his head on her lap and stares up at her with pleading eyes.

His footsie pajamas have someone become unzipped to the waist, the upper half tied around his waist. Whether this is because he is hot or for some other reason, Feyre can’t be entirely sure. She laughs and shakes her head down at him, causing her hair to fall down in his face. He tugs at the loose strands in a silent question. “You’re insufferable.”

“But you love me.” Rhys reminds helpfully.

“That I do, however you know that I will not make love to you until you are 100% better.” Feyre retorts.

Her husband harrumphs, crossing his arms and sniffing. Feyre watches, however, as his eyes begin to slide shut once more. He snuggles around her, burying his head in her stomach. She smiles and runs her fingers through his hair again, feeling absolutely perfect in this moment.

That is, until she sneezes.

She feels Rhys smirk against her tummy. “Guess we’re having another pajama day tomorrow.”

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ionica01  asked:

Soo... Nalu headcanons? Like what do they do oce they start living together? Do they cuddle? How do they treat each other when they're sick? Why do they fight and how do they solve their arguments? Hope that's specific enough:)

Ahhhh <3 /yes, it is specific enough, don’t worry! ^^/

  • After the war ends, Lucy’s hell-bent on writing it all down for the future generations. She’s especially interested in writing about dragons, so she has Natsu tell her everything he can remember from his time with Igneel.
  • He understands her intentions, so he agrees. The whole process, getting it all out of his system, reliving those precious moments with his dad, actually eases the pain in his heart.
  • Lucy uses the “Daybreak” trick: anyone who just casually reads the book will be reading a fairy tale about fairies, dragons, powerful wizards, friendship and love, and it will all basically cover the truth. It’s only the ones that manage to realize there’s more to it than meets the eye and break Lucy’s spell that get to read about the war exactly the way it was.
  • Sometimes she’s so immersed in writing that she doesn’t realize it’s super late and she needs to rest. Not until Natsu wraps his arms around her with a sleepy “Luceeee, come to bed already!” does she realize she has to get some shut-eye.
  • Boy oh boy, do those two cuddle in bed! Natsu loves sleeping on his stomach and wrapping a hand around Lucy’s waist. His head is always turned towards her no matter how uncomfortable it gets (he just doesn’t want to lose sight of her, even in his sleep). As for Lucy, this girl just loves to be the big spoon! Burying her head in Natsu’s back, hugging him tight, tangling her feet in his, and she falls asleep in a matter of seconds.
  • Natsu is a restless sleeper, so at first he was actually kind of worried that he’ll involuntary kick Lucy, push her out of the bed, or not let her sleep in general. He was wrong. Her presence calms him down so much that he wonders why they didn’t get together sooner.
  • No fights for the blanket! Actually, what blanket? Natsu is a walking heater, they don’t need blankets unless it’s winter. If they get cold during the night, they just move closer to each other and hug tighter.
  • Outside of bed, MORE CUDDLING! They just love feeling the other’s presence close.
  • TICKLE WARS!!! Lucy is extremely ticklish, so she does everything she possibly can to not get caught in Natsu’s hands, because if she does - there’s no getting out. The boy just loves hearing the sound of her unadulterated laughter.
  • He also has to do everything he can to hide his own secret - HE’S TICKLISH AS ALL HELL. Even more so than Lucy is.
  • Lucy realizes that at some point (she’s a smartypants after all), so she starts trying to surprise tickle him.
  • So one day she succeeds and all hell breaks loose.
  • Natsu is on the floor trying to free himself, but being tickled stops him from thinking clearly.
  • Until at some point Lucy stops her attacks. Natsu opens his eyes only to see his girl looking fondly at him. He’s never seen anyone have so much love in their eyes for him, so he just sits there, dumbfounded, and stares.
  • That’s until all his emotions just explode and he pulls Lucy in a tight embrace. They stay like that for a good half an hour.
  • Lazy Sundays with Lucy reading a book on the couch, Natsu sprawled between her legs with his head on her stomach and Lucy’s fingers gently going through his hair.
  • If it’s her own writing Lucy’s reviewing, Natsu wants her to read it out loud. He wants to know. He wants to be a part of this so much!
  • Lucy always blushes hard when Natsu asks her to read her stories aloud, but does so anyway. She’s especially happy to do it if Happy’s also there to listen, because he’s such a big part of her life, too!
  • Neither of them can cook, but they try nonetheless.
  • Flour on their faces and clothes, broken eggs on the floor, burning food in the stove.
  • They just stand there and stare at the mess until Natsu smears Lucy’s face with some chocolate.
  • She is about to yell at him, but he leans down and licks the chocolate off her face and then pecks her on the now clean spot. Lucy’s a blushing mess.
  • Natsu rarely, if ever, gets sick. But when he does, Lucy takes such good care of him. She remembers how her mom used to comfort and care for her when she happened to get sick when she was little and does the same things to help Natsu feel better. Cue the huge amount of hot chicken soup Natsu just absolutely has to eat.
  • When Lucy gets sick, Natsu doesn’t know what to do and is super worried. He sticks by her side and tries to think of things to do to make her feel better.
  • If he notices she’s cold, he uses his fire to warm her up.
  • He once got into the shady parts of Magnolia, because he heard an herbalist was selling some mysterious herb that cures everything. It was all a lie. On the bright side, there is no shady part of the town anymore (angry boyfriend TM).
  • They get into fights for things like “NATSU YOU FORGOT TO LOCK THE DOOR AGAIN WHAT IF A THIEF ROBBED US” or “LUCY WHY ARE YOU WEARING MY SHIRT AGAIN?”
  • Just kidding, he loves to see her in his shirts.
  • They also resolve their arguments really quickly. It all kind of happens naturally. One moment they’re fighting, the next moment they hug it out and move on.
  • PDA? Natsu couldn’t care less about what other people think. There’s a line that he wouldn’t cross, but if he wants to hug his girl in the middle of the street or kiss her in front of half of the guild, he does so.
  • Lucy, on the other hand, gets all embarrassed by this. Still, she loves his hugs. They’re warm and reassuring. So she slowly starts to get more and more comfortable with PDA, but there’s a limit to it.
  • Lucy actually does like walking hand in hand with her boyfriend. She loves to draw circles with her thumb on his hand. Natsu finds this absolutely adorable.
  • Those two love going fishing! They always take Happy with them and the three usually lose track of the time.
  • Sometimes after eating the fish they caught, they fall asleep under some tree. When they wake up, it’s dark and it’s time to go home, but!
  • They’re not sleepy, so they just stay there, holding hands and looking at the stars. Lucy often tells Natsu about constellations and her spirits and he listens so intently and asks questions.
  • They love thinking up new constellations.
  • “Luceee, look, it’s a dragon!”
  • “No way, Natsu! That’s a dog!”
  • “You’re both wrong! It’s a fish!”
  • They love to explore! They even plan on visiting the Alvarez Empire once everything’s calmed down.
  • Lucy wants to look for Aquarius’ key and Natsu wants to help her.
  • After the war ended, Lucy attempted to give Natsu the Book of END, because “It’s your life. You should have it.”
  • Natsu looks at her, his answer already ready to be said, but he says it after a long minute of silent staring at each other.
  • “If it is my life, then you should keep it. It’s always been yours.”
  • Lucy is ready to protect that book with her own life.
  • Natsu is not the type of guy to drown his girl in bouquets of flowers.
  • But, in the rare occasions he goes on a job without her, he buys/gets things for her that remind him of her or that he thinks she would like.
  • Hence the enormous amount of “souvenirs” they have at home.
  • Lucy loves every single one of them.
  • She also has a small notebook in which she writes down some important details about every present she’s ever received from Natsu. Just in case. She doesn’t want to forget anything.
  • At the day of their wedding, after they say their vows and kiss, they do the forehead touch and whisper to each other through tears “The adventure will never end.”

dr-paladiknight  asked:

Aaah your last meta about The Hug got me thinking - we have all these great analyses of Keith's body language but let's talk about Shiro's too!! From Allura's POV, you can totally see that Shiro has curled his whole upper body around Keith, and his head is tilted down, like he's kissing Keith's temple or whispering in his ear and Keith just leans into that touch, and they maintain eye contact even after they pull apart. It's SO loving and intimate, I'll never get tired of it. _(:3 」∠)_

Oh yeah of course! You’re right there really should be more on Shiro. Alright, so–before the hug starts, Shiro and Keith were already standing apart from the rest of the group. And they both look pretty solemn too. Keith especially looks really upset, so I imagine they might’ve been talking about something heavy before that. But then they both clasp hands and come together, and you can see all the tension in Keith just melt away. 

Shiro doesn’t even think twice before transitioning easily from the handshake into the hug, and Keith seems to know exactly what’s coming. So this must be something they’re both very familiar with. After all, Keith tells the Arusian “I don’t usually hug strangers.” But Shiro’s not a stranger, so he and Keith have probably done this plenty of times before. 

And being that Shiro is more tactile and usually the one reaching out, I’m pretty sure he knew that Keith really needed this. So much happened in BOM, and I guess the writers didn’t have enough time to really do a whole big followup about it. But after everything that came crashing down, viewers would want to know where they stand. And the hug is a quick and easy way to establish that Keith absolutely still has Shiro’s unconditional love and support. Keith was definitely the one who needed that hug, and Shiro was right there to comfort him. 

In all honesty, it’s probably very cathartic for Shiro to hold Keith like this too. I mean, the last time we saw Shiro embracing him, Keith was badly injured. Shiro thought he was actually dying. And Shiro’s first instinct is to hold him, as if clinging to him tight enough will keep him grounded and safe. And given that it seems Shiro does the shoulder touch thing more than Keith, we can infer that physical reassurances are vital to him. He’s a bit more open with physical contact than Keith, and so he’s more prone to seeking out support and offering comfort in a tactile manner. 

And you’re right, the way they turn and nestle closer to one another is just really sweet. And it honestly does look like a kiss and I’ll probably never get over that. But anyway, going by how Keith’s arm trails further down Shiro’s back, it looks like he tugged him closer. You never see Shiro’s face during any of this, but it’s obvious from his body language–and Keith’s facial expressions–that this is a very loving and tender, heartfelt moment. Their casual intimacy with one another demonstrates just how close they really are. Especially considering Keith’s somewhat touch averse behavior. 

And you know, the thing about Shiro and Allura that’s very interesting is this distance that’s established between them. Shiro is always facing away from her and everyone else–his gaze is for Keith and Keith alone. No matter what angle you catch him at, his back is always to the camera. This reinforces this idea that the hug is very much a private, intimate affair. 

Now, when they pull away from each other, you can see Keith is smiling. But then Allura catches his eye and she turns away–unnerved by how tender and affectionate a galra can be, torn by her own turmoil of warring emotions, looking almost guilty that she was caught clearly staring. And you can see Keith looks so crestfallen at that, so hurt by her rejection when she breaks eye contact. And yet, Shiro never even notices Allura. Even after Keith is no longer focused on Shiro, what’s Shiro doing? That’s right–he’s looking at Keith. Even though the moment has passed, it’s clear who has Shiro’s undivided attention. 

And actually, this kinda reminds me of that time when Shiro looks at Keith really fondly in Across the Universe. But then the Green lion shows up, and of course that grabs Keith’s attention right away. But for Shiro it just…doesn’t. He’s still looking at Keith for a split-second before actually glancing up to see what’s got him so shocked. So yeah, it seems like Keith just has a lot of Shiro’s attention. 

So yeah, I think you can still infer enough from Shiro’s body language to know that the hug was just as important to him. 

the-fire-master  asked:

Could you possibly do a Nalu photographer shoot AU? Natsu being the Model and Lucy being the photographer. Thank you!!

He’s A Natural

Pairing: Nalu

Word count: 1397

A/N: Have some Scottish Natsu! And Canadian Lucy, but that’s more from me using my own euphemisms lmao. This could get so much longer, and maybe ‘ll continue it when I’m not swamped! So model Natsu is always a fun thing, and tbh hot damn. 

“It won’t be hard, they said.

“You seem so much more comfortable behind the camera, they said.

“Just one photo shoot, they said.”

Lucy grumbled to herself, pacing in the space set aside for breaks. The white tent was partially open, but it still managed to hide her from the source of her spiking anxiety. The very attractive, very pink, and very naked source.

“Do a natural outdoor scene, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.”

“Are you done talking to yourself or do you need another five?” Lucy sighed loudly, glaring at Loke’s head where he peeked around the corner of her sanctuary. “Seriously, the poor guy’s gonna freeze his dick off.”

“Then maybe he should put on some pants.” Lucy snapped, slumping into a chair and burying her face in her hands. She didn’t know why he was affecting her like this. Not only had Lucy worked with gorgeous models before, but she had also seen them naked! In her bed! Genitals did not faze her normally, so why was she losing her shit?

“You ready, Drama Queen?” Loke asked. Lucy pouted, accepting his hand and looking up at him. 

“Fine, but if anyone’s going to be taking him home it’s me, got it?” Lucy said sharply. Loke cackled, throwing his head back. He raked his hand through his wild, ginger hair as he grinned down at her fondly. Lucy liked to tell him it looked like a lion’s mane after she had had one too many drinks.   

“Whatever you say princess,” Loke purred, hooking his arm through Lucy’s and leading her back out to the meadow they were shooting in. “But first you have to talk to him. Maybe learn his name.”

“Shut up,” Lucy grumbled, leaning her head on his shoulder. 

“Thought I scared ya off,” the model joked as they approached, scratching the back of his head bashfully, towel wrapped around his waist. A very, very small towel, fluffy and white, which only made his deep tan stand out more. Who knew pink hair and brown skin went together so well. Or that Lucy had a thing for Scottish accents. 

“What’s your name?” Lucy asked, loudly and suddenly. She felt her face flush hot when the model cocked his head at her, confused smile pulling his lips at her outburst. God, please let a random tree just crush her now.

“It’s Natsu,” he said, holding out his hand. Lucy took it, swallowing around her dry mouth at how big his was compared to hers. And she knew what they said about big hands and big feet…

Lucy yelped when something sharp dug into her side, pouting up at Loke before realizing why he had to shove his bony joint into her ribs in the first place. Her eyes snapped to Natsu’s, deep green almost black and sparkling with impish joy. He knew. And he knew she knew. And she knew he knew she knew. And Lucy was really praying for that stray tree right about now. 

“Lucy. My name- uh, my name is Lucy.” She managed out, blushing deeper at his amused and teasing smile. Oh, he had freckles. Wonderful.

“You can let go of his hand now,” Loke said, grinning down at Lucy smugly. 

“Maybe I like holding his hand,” Lucy retorted, glaring up at her friend. 

“He likes holdin’ your hand too,” Natsu said. He winked at Lucy’s squeak, deep laugh shaking his chest as she dropped his hand. 

“Alright! Either we start now or you’re all walking home!” Gajeel boomed. Lucy rolled her eyes at their equipment manager, ignoring his threat. He’d only followed through with it a couple times. Everyone wandered off to their positions, Lucy fetching her camera and fiddling with it as she kept her back to Natsu. She could do this. Be professional. Don’t take a picture of his dick. All things that Lucy could do. 

Lucy turned around, and marched herself to stand in front of Natsu. Who had lost the towel, and was standing legs spread and unashamed, basking in all his Scottish glory. 

“Do you dye your pubes?” Lucy squeaked, hand slapping over her mouth in horror. She was fired. This was it, her first time as the photographer  and she had blow it oh God Jason was going to kill her and then fire her-

“Ain’t ya a spit fire?” Natsu cackled, easy as he smiled at Lucy. “And I do no’ dye anything. All natural ‘ere.” 

“Oh,” Lucy breathed, some of the awkwardness melting off her at Natsu’s openess. 

“And before ye ask, I’m a grower, not a shower.”

Ahh, there was the mortification. 

“You don’t have to be crude!” Lucy gasped, smiling as she tried turn her face away from him. 

“Ain’t I ‘posed to be the shy one?” Natsu called. Lucy laughed, rolling her eyes before sticking her tongue out at Natsu. They continued to bicker as Lucy directed him this way and that, trying to find the best angle before snapping a photo. Honestly, all of his angles were good, what with his strong cheek bones and slightly pointed chin giving him a playful and boyish handsomeness, slanted eyes bright and framed with thick lashes, nose a little crooked at the bridge but still broad at the tip. And then there were the freckles scattered across his face, like little deep brown constellations. 

“Close your eyes and tilt your chin up. No, not that much. Okay more. Less. Natsu now you’re just doing this on purpose!” Lucy laughed, slightly exasperated by his exaggerated movements. She snapped a picture of his profile, eyes closed and tilted towards the sun, grin pulling the corner of his mouth up, the image on the camera looking as if he was a woodland imp who knew a secret and you didn’t. 

“So bossy,” Natsu teased, opening his eye and looking at Lucy from the corner of it. Lucy snapped another photo, breath catching as she looked down at the screen. 

There sat a picture of Natsu, seductive as he looked at the camera, gaze sharp like a wolf and just as hypnotic. Lucy’s mind shot down to dirty, dirty, places the longer she looked at it. 

“Oh, that’s a good one, ain’t it,” Natsu said, leaning over her shoulder. Lucy squealed, clutching the camera to her chest protectively. Lucy flushed when his eyes followed her motion, lingering a few seconds too long on her cleavage to be innocent. He coughed, eyes flicking away as pink coloured his ears. 

“You two can fuck later, let’s just get a move on to the body shots!” Gajeel called, ripping Lucy from her stupor. She threw her middle finger up at him, glaring when he waved her off and walked away, probably to harass the interns. 

“Ignore him,” Lucy smiled at Natsu apologetically. “His girlfriend’s away for a month and he gets a bit crabby when he doesn’t get laid.”

Natsu’s nose twisted in a grimace even as a low chuckle fell from his lips. “He’s me cousin, I don’ think I need’a know ‘bout his sex life.” he chuckled. His grin grew warmer at Lucy’s shocked expression, arms lifting and crossing behind his head as he continued to talk. “He’s the reason I got the job. It’s me first time modelin’, but I needed the pay, so ‘ere I am.”

“Well you’re a natural at it,” Lucy assured. She could hardly believe this was the first time he had modeled, the camera adored him. 

“Thank ya,” Natsu grinned. Lucy returned it, having to tilt her head up a bit to look at him, standing as close as they were to one another. 

“Seriously, make yer bedroom eyes at each other when we’re not on the job!”

“Piss off ya walkin’ pin cushion!”

Lucy laughed, half hiding her face as she shook her head. Natsu beamed down at her, sharp canine revealed by the curl of his lips. She shooed him further back, taking in a deep breath. Looking at Natsu fully, standing buck-ass naked in the middle of a spring meadow just starting to bloom, Lucy couldn’t help but bite her lip. God, she had no idea what he did for a job, but Lucy was leaning towards boxer if the grooves of his muscles on his chest and abs were any indication. Not to mention his thighs… or his forearms…

She was definitely going to take Natsu home. Or at least out for drinks. 

She needed to know the dirt Natsu had on Gajeel from when they were kids. And just how much of a grower the pink haired model really was. 

Trust Me - Smut

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 3,155
AN: Okay so I had this idea and it ran away from me and then this happened and it dirty as hell but then it got sappy and I’m so sorry? Thanks to @writing-obrien @ninja-stiles and @celestial-writing for looking at it for me and telling me it doesn’t suck. Love y’all.

Listen to THIS SONG

After the Nogitsune, Stiles was different. To the people who didn’t know him well, he was the same as ever; goofy, sarcastic and loyal to a fault. But the rest of the pack knew better. He was tired, sometimes listless, more cynical than usual. You were feeling pretty lost, not sure what you could do to help him.

You spent your time with him, most of it just sitting quietly, a movie playing on the TV, but neither of you really watching it. Stiles seemed to be lost in his own head, and you were beginning to worry.

You’d been in love with him as long as you could remember, but your feelings for him aside, he was your best friend and it hurt to see him struggling with his thoughts and the things the Nogitsune did while possessing his body. All the lost lives he felt responsible for taking ate at him, but Allison’s death was what hurt him the most.

This particular night was just like the others. He was sitting at the foot of his bed, his head in his hands, and you could see the tension radiating off of him. You’ve had enough of sitting by while he destroyed himself internally, and you finally decided to take matters into your own hands. He needed to relax, and you prayed that what you were about to do wouldn’t ruin the friendship you’d built with him in the sandbox all those years ago.

You scooted up from your place by his headboard, settling in behind him. You placed your hands on his shoulders and he tensed, body going rigid beneath you. “What are you doing?” He asked, his voice hollow and broken.

“Shh. Stiles, do you trust me?” You asked, moving your head so you could see his face.

He turned to look at you, eyes questioning. “Of course I do. What are-”

“Stiles, I’m going to try something. And if you don’t like it or it doesn’t work I’ll stop I promise, you just need to tell me. But I think it might help, so I hope you won’t.” You swallowed nervously, waiting for his response.

He stared at you for a moment, and you could practically see the wheels turning in his head. “Okay.” He said finally.

You smiled at him softly, moving back to settle behind him, your fingers rubbing into his shoulders, thumbs pressing against the muscles around his shoulder blades. “Try to relax your shoulders, Stiles.”

He did as you asked, and you continued, working on the knots that had formed there, moving up to the back of his neck, and then down again. You nearly missed the quiet groan of relief that left him, and the hum of approval when you dug into a stubborn spot. You pulled away, shuffling off the bed. “Why don’t you lay down on your stomach?”

He nodded, spinning around and laying down, his hands folded underneath him. You climbed back on the bed, straddling him, your fingers pressing into his back, working your way down his spine. He hummed again, his body relaxing beneath you, the tension leaving his muscles gradually. The room was quiet, his even breaths filling the silence.

“Do you remember the day we met?” You asked him suddenly, your hands never faltering.

He sighed quietly. “How could I forget? You were a pain in my ass.”

You jabbed his side. “Hey!”

He chuckled and you reveled in the sound, it sounded so foreign coming from him. You hadn’t heard him laugh at all in the past few weeks. “You were! You threw sand at me.”

“You were being mean.” You huffed.

“I asked you why your ponytail was so high up on your head.”

“It was the style! I thought it looked cute.” You remembered fondly the bows your mother would tie in your hair.

“You looked like Pebbles.” You heard the smile in his voice. “I liked it.”

“Scott agreed with me though. He thought you were being mean too.”

“I apologized though, didn’t I? And when I got home I told my mom all about you. You know what she said?” He asked, lifting himself and turning slightly to look at you.

You slid off of him, letting him turn around. “What?”

“She said that since I thought you were like Pebbles and I wanted to play the drums so bad, that I could be your Bamm-Bamm.”

You smiled at him, and he returned it, though his was still a little sad. “You are my Bamm-Bamm, Stiles. My best friend.”

He cleared his throat. “You’re my best friend, too.”

You were both quiet, your eyes falling to the bed spread and picking at a string hanging from it.

“Thank you.” He said finally.

You looked up at him, not missing the wetness in his eyes.

He sniffed. “You haven’t given up on me yet. I know I haven’t been myself lately, but you’re always here for me.”

You swallowed thickly, moving to straddle his waist again, watching as his eyes widened slightly at your compromising position. “Stiles, I’m always going to be here for you. I’m never going to give up on you.” Your palms rested on his shoulders, your fingers massaging them once more. “I’m going to ask you to trust me again, okay?” You whispered, leaning in slightly.

“I trust you.” He whispered back, his eyes flicking from your own, and then down to your lips.

You closed the space between you, your lips meeting his tentatively as your eyes closed. He was still for a moment, and you panicked, your heart beating wildly when you realized you might have made a mistake. You went to pull away when he sprung into action, his arms circling your waist and holding you still as his lips began to move against yours slowly.

When you broke the kiss his eyes were closed, and you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and you waited for him to react. His eyes opened slowly, the whiskey brown orbs filled with an emotion you couldn’t decipher.

“You okay?” You asked him finally, bracing yourself for his answer.

“Again?” He moved forward, capturing your lips again, this kiss more insistent than the last.

You returned it with the same amount of fervor, your hands moving from his shoulders and into his hair, lacing your fingers into his soft brown locks, shocked by the satisfied hum that vibrated through his chest. His tongue slipped inside your mouth, battling with your own for dominance, the two of you breathing deeply through your noses, moving as if you couldn’t get enough.

He pulled away this time, both of your chests heaving in time as you tried to process this new development in your relationship.

“Stiles, I-” You started, but he cut you off.

“No, don’t try to explain. I don’t want to think right now.” He said tiredly. “You make me forget, and that’s all I want to do right now.” His hand moved to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your lips. “Help me forget.”

You leaned into his palm slightly, making a quick decision. “Okay.” Your hands moved to his chest, pushing him lightly to lay back, his head hitting the pillow. You followed him down, lips meeting his again, kissing him slowly, mouth traveling down the stubble growing in across his jaw and down to his neck. “Just relax and let me take care of you, Stiles.”

He moaned quietly as you sucked on his pulse point, leaving a small purple mark on the spot. Your hands roamed his chest, sliding down to the hem of his t-shirt and slipping under the fabric. You traced along his abs, fingers moving through the hair on his stomach and up his chest. He sat forward slightly so you could slip the shirt over his head, discarding it on the floor. You left a trail of wet kisses along his collarbone, nibbling the skin stretched across it, and down his chest, your tongue flicking out across his nipple. He squirmed under your touch, his hands winding into your hair as you moved down his body slowly, paying attention to every bit of skin your mouth could find. When you reached the waistband of his sweatpants you glanced up at him through your lashes, but his eyes were closed, a content look upon his handsome face, and that was all the confirmation you needed.

You tugged the sweatpants down his legs, your lips curving into a smile when you saw the Star Wars print on his boxers, your hand palming across the prominent bulge before you. He groaned, his hips lifting slightly to press himself into your hand, his fingers falling away from your hair and moving to grip the bed sheets. You licked your lips in anticipation, moving to pull his boxers down, his cock springing free from their confines. You nearly moaned aloud when you took in the size of him, your pussy aching with need. But this was all about him, and you could wait until later to get yourself off.

Your hand gripped him at the base, stroking him slowly, watching his face to gauge his reaction. He was whining quietly, his hips jerking in rhythm with your strokes, his face flushed as he bit down on his bottom lip. He looked so beautiful and you felt your heart swell, glad to be the one who was making him look this way. You turned your attention back to his cock, your tongue peeking out to taste the precum glistening on his tip. You let yourself moan out loud, your mouth closing around him hungrily, tongue swirling around his head before you bobbed forward, taking him all the way down your throat. You swallowed and he spasmed beneath you, his hands shooting up to grip your hair again. A string of curses left his lips as you let him fuck your mouth, his hips moving in time with yours. You hollowed your cheeks, eyes watering as he tapped the back of your throat, a low growl vibrating through your chest when he tugged on your hair. You glanced up at him again, surprised to see him watching you, his pupils blown wide and his mouth agape as he panted. You gripped his thigh with one hand, the other massaging his balls, bringing him closer to his release.

He grunted lowly, his panting breaths turning to gasps. “I’m gonna-” He tried, his head falling back and his muscles tensing. You groaned as he came, hot cum covering your tongue and shooting down your throat. You swallowed it greedily, licking him clean and sitting back, wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb and sucking the excess off of it.

You watched him catch his breath as you sat back on his knees and waited for him to react. He sat up, pulling you towards his chest and kissing you hard, his fingers tangling in your hair again. “How do you feel?” You asked him when he pulled away, your hand cupping his cheek.

He licked his lips, eyes still dark as ever. “I want more.” He moved to kiss your neck, his hands pawing at your t-shirt, fingers slipping beneath the fabric. He pulled away from your neck long enough to pull your shirt up over your head, his mouth tracing the curve of your bra over your breast. He fumbled with the clasp of your bra, sliding the straps down your arms and throwing it aside.

“Stiles, this isn’t about me.” You moaned as his tongue slid across your skin, mouth closing over your nipple.

He ignored you, his teeth grazing the hardened peak, and you gave up, your head falling back and your fingers threading into his hair. His hands glided down your back, dipping into the waistband of your jeans and gripping your ass. He sucked harshly, biting down lightly as you moaned, your grip on his hair tightening slightly. He moved to your other breast, giving it the same attention, and you rocked your hips, your need for friction becoming unbearable.

He kissed his way back up your chest and throat, finding your lips again. He moaned when you bucked against him, his dick hardening underneath you. You pushed him back lightly, standing and removing your jeans and panties as he kicked his sweats the rest of the way off his legs. You climbed back on top of him, raising up on your knees and stroking his cock again, lining him up with your entrance. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, Stiles. Are you ready?”

He was watching you again, his jaw clenched as he nodded. You slid down on him, his cock pulsing inside you as he was enveloped in your soaking wet cunt. You held back the urge to buck wildly, settling for a slow rhythm, your palms pressed flat on his chest. His fingers gripped your hips, quiet moans leaving his lips as he guided you along.

He felt amazing, hitting you in all the right spots.  Your head fell back when he moved his hands, palms skimming up your stomach to grip your tits, fingers rolling your nipples between them. You sighed loudly, your pace never wavering, riding his cock like it was your job, eyes slipping closed as you listened to the pleasured noises he was making beneath you.

He growled, sitting up suddenly, his grasp on your hips nearly bruising as he started thrusting up into you, his mouth crushing against yours. “I need to feel you come around my cock, baby girl. You feel so fucking good.”

You mewled, your arms wrapping around his neck and holding him closer as he bounced you up and down on his dick, his lips traveling to your neck and biting down, purple marks blossoming across your skin. “Stiles, fuck. This was supposed to be about you.”

“I don’t care. I want you to come apart around me, I want to taste that pretty pussy and I want to fuck you again and again until you can’t walk. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” He groaned, flipping you onto your back, his cock slipping out of you. You let go of all control, your body sagging as he kissed down your chest and stomach, his tongue flicking out against your clit.

You came almost immediately and without warning, body shaking violently as he buried his face between your thighs, licking and sucking on your clit with abandon. Your grasped his soft hair between your fingers, your hips rolling against his face, the stubble on his chin scratching your skin as he hummed delightedly. He inserted two fingers inside you, slamming them in and out as his tongue traced indecipherable patterns over your bundle of nerves.

You were over sensitive and it was nearly too much, making you cry out, tears leaking down to your temples as he coaxed you closer to the edge. You hadn’t thought it was possible to come so many times so quickly, but your body said otherwise, muscles in your abdomen clenching as that familiar feeling began to wash over you again. “Stiles I-”

He pulled back all at once, his hair matted to his forehead as he looked down at you, stroking himself as his eyes raked across your form. He wiped at the juices on his red and swollen mouth with his hand, shuffling forwards on his knees and settling between your thighs. “Almost there baby, I want to come with you, okay?”

You nodded, trying to catch your breath, letting him lift your legs to wrap around his middle as he slid inside you again. He hunched over you, kissing you softly, and you tasted yourself on his lips, taking his bottom one between your teeth and biting lightly. He smiled down at you, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as you climbed higher, your nails digging into his shoulders. “Stiles, oh my god…” You ground out, clenching around him again.

He groaned. “Baby, do that again.” He sat back, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing patterns against it.

You clenched again, the dam breaking as you shouted his name, your body convulsing as your vision blurred, coming harder than you ever had before. His brow furrowed and he pounded into you faster, his breath hitching as he pitched forwards, face buried in your neck as he came too, dick twitching and filling you with his release. You both laid still, labored breathing filling the silence, his lips moving lazily against your neck as he peppered it with kisses.

“You okay?” You asked, moving your hand to brush through his damp hair, nails scratching his scalp.

“Better than okay.” He said quietly, shifting to slide out of you and lay beside you, his head resting on your chest.

You tried to calm your rapidly beating heart. “I hope I didn’t mess up our friendship, Stiles.” You said finally, worry eating its way through your chest.

He sat back, looking up at you, his eyes shining. “No, not at all. I told you I’d been wanting to do this. I wasn’t lying.” He licked his lips. “I just wish I would’ve had the courage to tell you sooner.”

You smiled slightly. “It’s okay. As long as we’re still good.”

“Always. I love you. More than you know. You’re my best friend, but it’s so much more than that.” His arms wrapped around your middle as he laid his head on the pillow beside you.

You blushed. “I was just trying to help you. I hate seeing you so sad, Stiles.”

“You helped, baby girl. I didn’t know that was what I needed but I guess it was. I’m still…sad. But it doesn’t feel so hopeless.”

You scooted closer, your lips ghosting over his jaw. “Good. I’m glad. And I love you, too.”

He was quiet for a moment, his nose buried in your hair as he breathed deeply. “You know, Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm got married.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, they did.”

“I think that’s what my mom was talking about. She was marrying us off and we were only six.”

You giggled. “Mom’s think they know things, I guess.”

“Well, we’re not married yet. So she hasn’t gotten her wish.”

“Yet?” Your heart sped up again.

He blushed. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I was serious when I said always. That means forever. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Oh, Stiles.” You leaned up to kiss him, pressing yourself closer. “I think we’re a little too young still. We should probably at least graduate high school.”

“Maybe you’re right.” He kissed you again, pulling the blankets up around your bodies, his eyes closing. You watched him for awhile until your own eyes began to feel heavy, listening to his even breathing, glad to be the reason he was finally getting some sleep.

Clair(e)voyance

2.5

Ste. Anne de Beaupré was a long standing parish in London.  

Old.  Settled.  Desperately trying to keep up with the times.

She stood outside it’s gate waiting for Jamie to get off the phone. 

Well, waiting for Jamie to stop pacing and shouting into the phone.

“What d’ye mean I’m to leave off?”  Jamie ran a hand through his hair making the copper tones glint and flash in the afternoon sun.  

“We don’t need trouble with the Catholic Church, James.  You don’t have a warrant to search the school.”  Detective Chief Inspector Grey’s voice was like ice.  Jamie couldn’t understand why he was blocking this investigation.

“I’m no’ here to cause trouble.  A boy is deid.  His father’s in jail yet still refuses to speak to us. Another boy passed two days ago. Ye have to admit the circumstances are suspicious, to say the least.  I’m just going to look around!” Jamie looked at Claire and shrugged dramatically.

“And with whom are you investigating?”  Grey looked out of his office window. He knew the answer already.  

Jamie paused.  His eyes narrowed.  He could feel the anger bubbling.  Fuck you, John Grey.  But he answered him honestly nonetheless.  

“I brought the M.E.  Dr. Claire Randall.”

“Of course you did.  Because she’s a detective.  Because she has so much experience in field work.  Because -”

“BECAUSE -” Jamie shouted, then lowered his voice when John stopped talking, “she has a keen mind and a keener eye.”  Jamie took a deep breath and tried to unclench his jaw.  

“I’m going into this school.  Sir.” he said as an after thought.  “I’ll be speaking to Father Anselm, the Head Master.  And then I’ll report back in.”  

Jamie disconnected the call.  

The phone rang again almost immediately.  Jamie muted it.  Stuffed the phone in his pocket. 

“Jamie maybe we shouldn’t -” the last thing Claire wanted was to see Jamie in trouble. 

“I’ll do the talkin’, ken?” he pushed open the gate.  “Ye just let me know what ye see.”  


“So what do you think, Dr. Fraser?”  The priest looked over at the woman. Perhaps she didn’t hear him.  “Dr. Fraser?” he said louder.

“Claire,” Jamie spoke.  “Honey.  Father is speaking to ye.”

Claire whipped around.  Oh, God.  She hadn’t caught her name.  Dr. Fraser, indeed.  Jamie raised an eyebrow at her, willing her to answer.  

She played with the ring on her left hand.  Jamie’s father’s ring.  He wore it on his little finger.  She now wore it on her wedding ring finger.  

It felt strange.  

The vision it induced, stranger still.

“Well, it’s quite an old building, isn’t it?  But the Science Lab saves it, to be honest.”  She gave Father Anselm a small, tight smile.  

Honestly.  How does he do this?  Undercover work, pretending to be someone else.  Rather be elbows deep resecting a tumour.

“The recent updates have been a blessing.  Your child is interested in Science?” Father asked politely as he led them back out into the courtyard.  

“Isn’t every child?”  Jamie said, and smiled.  “Might we see the grounds?”

He changed the subject.  He had been quite adept up to this point of dancing around the question of a child.  And after Grey’s outburst he dared not pretend there was one.  

With Claire wearing his ring, the quiet, grave woman at reception assumed they were married.  When he asked for a tour from the Head Master she introduced them as Mr. and Mrs. Fraser.  He simply mentioned Claire was a doctor.  

No lies told. 

The long black cassock floated over the uneven cobbles as the priest walked in front of them.  

Speaking back over his shoulder he said, “We’ve good teachers here.  And a strong community of parents.”

“Well, that’s wonderful, isn’t it Claire?”  When she didn’t answer Jamie turned around.  

Claire stood off to the side of the courtyard.  Her body rigid.  Eyes fixed.  

Jesus, God, let me get there afore she stumbles, he thought.  He took three steps towards her before she spoke.

Loudly.  Firmly.  Aggressively.

“What is in there?”  Her head turned slowly towards Father Anselm.  Her eyes were cold.  Her features, defiant.  She was daring him to lie to her.  

She already knew.

Father Anselm moved towards her, his manner as friendly as ever.  

“Oh!  Yes, well, that used to be a small chapel.  We don’t use it, of course.  It’s old…much too dangerous to go in there.  It’s part of the original monastery, you know.”  

Father looked around fondly over the grounds.  “So much history here.”

Claire walked towards the weathered wooden door.  “James would love to see it.  He’s quite a history buff, aren’t you, darling?”

Jamie took his cue.  “Could we, Father?”

“Well, I’m not sure,” Father Anselm said.  “I’m certain it’s locked.  At the very least boarded up from the inside, I’m afraid.”  He moved towards the building.  

Claire followed as if mesmerized.  

Mary, Michael and Bride. Now is not the time for one o’ those visions that brings her to her knees.  

Father Anselm pushed slowly on the door.  

The ease with which it opened surprised the clergyman. 

Rustic didn’t begin to describe the inside.  The old altar was one step up from the red tile floor.  The chairs were wood and wicker.  Prie-Dieu chairs, they called them.  It was cold.  Candles lined the back of the wall around a vividly carved crucifix and a painting of The Divine Mercy.

It all looked very normal.  Very monastic.  

And very recently used.

Father Anselm stepped into the ancient room, muttering to himself. 

Jamie stepped up behind Claire.  Close behind her.  Just in case.

She stepped down into the chapel.  

Then she started to shake.

Shake like she was standing outside, naked, in the middle of a December night. 

Her teeth chattered. Her muscles spasmed.  She felt Jamie’s arm curl around her shoulder.  He pushed her two steps forward and sat her in a chair. Conversation hummed around her but she couldn’t concentrate fully to hear it. 

Tears.  Pleading.  Desperation.  Fear.  Shouting.  Prayers.  Sorrow.

Death.

Jamie was roaming around the small, close room.  Scanning.  Searching. Noticing.  

Metal rings under the edge of the altar table. Straps in a side drawer.  Oils. Incense. Crucifixes.  Holy Water vessels.  Rosary beads.  Bible.   

And traces of blood.  

She dropped her head.  She knew now.  

Father Anselm was not the problem.  But someone at this school was.  And they needed to work fast. 

“Father,” Jamie said to the confused, worried old cleric.  “Ye do realize I’m going to need to call this in.”


Jamie put Claire in a squad car, leaning across to help her shaking hands buckle the seat belt.  Unnoticed by others he kissed her lightly on the forehead. 

“I’ll be over as soon as I can.  Promise.”  He withdrew from the vehicle, and gave the officer her address, along with a series of instructions.  

While she waited Claire looked up at the school.  

A chill shivered down her spine again.  The woman at reception was looking out the window at her.  Spine straight.  Dull grey clothes.  Lifeless eyes. 

Claire watched as the woman placed her hand on the glass, palm flat.  

Claire saw her suddenly, in that chapel.  Rosary in hand.  Eyes shut.  Blackness dancing around the room.  Her words, chanting.  Deliver us from evil.  Miserere mei, Deus. 

Claire placed her hand on the window of the car in empathy.

She jumped when the officer slammed the door.  The engine started and off they went.  

The woman watched her until she fell out of sight.  

D.C. Mohr and D. C. MacKenzie arrived with the forensics team.  They oversaw the bagging of the religious articles.  Watched as the team took swabs of the darker spots on the altar that resembled blood.  

Jamie took a formal statement from Father Anselm.  There was one thing of which he was certain.  The priest was blissfully ignorant of the goings on at his school.  He did what he could to wrap up the scene.  He sat in his car and watched the forensics truck pull away.  He waved off Mohr and MacKenzie.

One thing left to do before he could check on Claire. 


He walked onto his floor at New Scotland Yard with his anger simmering.  He headed straight to his Chief Inspector’s office.  Stepping into John Grey’s room, he shut the door behind him.

“What the hell, Fraser?”

Jamie ignored him.  He walked over to a small side table and pulled it out into the middle of the room.  The chess board was already set up.  Jamie pulled over a chair, took off his jacket and draped it over the back.  Then, he sat.  

And waited for his boss to join him.

John Grey stood.  Threw his pen on the desk.  Reluctantly came out from behind it.  Pulled a chair over and sat down heavily.  Made the first move.

They played in silence for ten minutes.  

Finally, Jamie spoke. 

“I dinna need yer permission,” he said softly.

“You’ve lost your perspective.  Your decisions are…compromised.”  D.C.I. Grey moved his queen’s bishop.  “Whisky?”

“I thank ye.”  Jamie leaned over the board.  Lost in thought.

Grey stood up and poured them both a drink.  

“James.  You cannot take the M.E. out on police business.  I forbid it.”

“It’s your move, Chief Inspector.”  Jamie took a sip from the glass that was offered.  

Grey walked around the table and sat, glass in hand.  He leaned over to take a pawn, and smiled. 

Jamie sat as still as marble.  He finally drew a long breath. 

“A long time ago we sat here.  Played chess.”  He moved a rook.  “And ye took a liberty ye shouldn’t have.”  Jamie’s blue eyes pinned Grey to his chair.  

Grey knew that look.  He’d seen it once before.  Feared it.  Feared that he had lost his career when that gaze struck him like a blow.

“I didna say a word to anyone.  I simply told ye to take yer hand off me.”

“Or you would kill me,” Grey added.

“Aye.”  Jamie took another drink and drained his glass.  “So.  Understand.  I willna have ye tell me what I can and canna do with Claire.”

“Why, James?”  Grey couldn’t keep the slight pleading from his voice.  Hated himself for it, but could not stop it.  “She’s really not that special.”

He did not expect James’ reaction.  Could not have predicted it.

Jamie stood and in one smooth motion grasped the edge of the small table, and flipped it forward.  

Hard. 

Chess pieces flew.  Caught Grey in the face.  He didn’t move fast enough and the edge of the table caught his knee.  The pain shot through John.  He dropped his glass and it shattered.

John looked up into the dark blue gaze.  He couldn’t look away, or blink.  

Jamie grabbed his jacket, and without a sound, left the room.  

Mustn’t Twitch

Stiles x Reader


“(Y/N)!” Stiles yelped when you pointed your finger at your locker, letting it swing open.

“What… oh right, sorry I’m still sleepy.” You yawned, snuggling into Stiles chest when he rolled his eyes and hurried over to help you switch out your books.

“Yeah well just because you’re tired doesn’t mean you can start zapping things around!” He muttered, as you slumped against him, almost dropping you when you fell asleep. “How are you so tired?”

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