she's now stolen my side of the bed and refuses to move

best friend’s brother - tom holland au ♦︎

Pairings: best friend’s brother! tom holland x reader

Warning(s)?: steamy forbidden make-out sesh ooh la la

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Tom’s your best friend’s older brother that you couldn’t help but to catch feelings for. Now you two are dating behind her back, but your secret can only stay hidden for so long..

A/N: hi ok i’ve never seen this idea with tom before so i thought it’d be cute? this idea popped into my head bc i deadass have a crush on my best friend’s brother whoops … but i can only pray what happens in this imagine happens to me lmao. but listen to best friend’s brother by victoria justice A BOP for added effect while reading okay bye enjoy!! also gif credits to kelly aka tomshollandss 


You walk into your best friend, Alisia’s room, slinging your book bag off your shoulders and onto the floor carelessly. “Thank God it’s Friday,” you exclaim, plopping into your friend’s furry bean bag chair beside her bed, feigning exhaustion.

Alisia giggles before rubbing her stomach. “I’m hungry. Let’s get some food.” You follow Alisia down the hall and into her kitchen where her mom, Nikki, was unloading groceries into the fridge.

“Hey, mom,” Alisia greets before grabbing two granola bars out of the pantry, one for you and one for her.

“Hey, love. It’s so nice to see you around here again, Y/N.” Nikki commented, even though you’d been over here more times this week then you’d like to admit. She didn’t know about those times though, because it was a secret.

As you take a bite out of the granola bar, you couldn’t help but ask the question swirling around in your mind. It was awfully too quiet for a place where Tom Holland resided. “Hey, where’s Tom?” You tried to sound genuinely curious rather than concerned, even though you were. You had a right to be though, he was your boyfriend.

The only problem was that Tom was your best friend’s brother. You were aware of how cliche it sounded, but it was hard to not fall for a guy like Tom. While you and Alisia were juniors, Tom was a senior, and a complete heart throb to say the least. He was popular, well liked, and charming. Every guy was friends with him, and every girl couldn’t help but turn their heads whenever he would pull up to school with the top down on his Audi TT and his best friend Harrison Osterfield in the passenger seat with him. He could’ve had any girl he chose, but he only wanted you.

When you and Alisia got close the summer before sophomore year, you couldn’t help but silently swoon every time you and Alisia would walk into the kitchen and Tom and Harrison happened to be watching TV in the living room. Or when Nikki would force Tom to take you and Alisia home from school. Soon enough, you, Alisia, Tom, and Harrison became close, almost like a band, and would hang out normally without having to be told.

And that’s where the feelings came in. You and Tom instantly clicked, both of you possessing the same sense of humor and sharing a lot of the same interests. The subtle flirting and the stolen glances weren’t enough for Tom; he wanted something more with you. So when he asked you out, it was quickly after Alisia had momentarily left the room. Immediately after you hurriedly kissed him, he said, “She cannot find out, okay?”

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Pulse Part 9

Part 8

Genre: Angst, fluff is coming tho don’t worry
Words: 2,165
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Injuries, cute Peter Quill
Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.

Originally posted by theimpossibleg1rl

“Bucky, what’s going on?” Steve approached his friend’s side after as he saw Bucky start to stand, albeit wobbly, to his feet. He could see he was staring to feel better, but wasn’t back to being quite himself yet.

“I-I can’t be here right now. Get me away from him, away from her, away fr-”

“Slow down, Buck. What is it?” His hand clasped Bucky’s shoulder both to support him and to encourage him to share what was on his mind. Only Bucky could see the frustration hidden behind his eyes. So much was going on, he didn’t need to be dealing with Bucky’s freak out right now.

He looked back to Peter sitting calmly in one of the chairs, scrolling through his phone to pass time, before looking back at Steve. “Just…” His voice cracked as tears filled his eyes.

Steve pulled his body into his own before he could get an explanation out. It was a crushing hug that Bucky desperately needed, but even the comfort of his life-long friend’s arms couldn’t push the heart-wrenching pain out of his chest.

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The Runaways - Sweet Deliverance  (3/3)

Alright my lovelies! This is it! The answers to all your questions and THE LAST part of The Runaways! Your responses to this story have been overwhelming and I cannot tell you how much I appreciate everything you say. It’s been a lot more fun to play with THIS version of Helwater than the canon. HUGE MASSIVE SHOUT OUT TO @outlandishchridhe and @diversemediums who have helped me form ideas and polish it up so it’s a smooth story. 

If you’ve missed the two previous parts, catch part one HERE and part two HERE

Jamie paced, resisting the urge to tear his hair out. How the hell had this happened? He knew how. He’d fallen in love with a woman above his station and he’d been found out. Geneva had him and they both knew it. One word from her and he’d be arrested, his family would starve, and it would be his own damn fault. If only he could get the letters back, the two she’d stolen, then she wouldn’t have her proof. It wouldn’t solve everything, but it would be a good start.

He couldn’t sleep, not with his mind racing. Near midnight, he snuck out of his sleeping quarters and to the house. Geneva’s room was at the end of the hall, which was fortunate for her plans. Fortunate assuming he didn’t get caught. Moving as quietly as he could, he neared Geneva’s door and felt a sense of dread. This was the last thing he wanted.

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Safe or Smothered

Summary: Dean loves his family, there’s no doubt about it. He cares more than is healthy, if anyone was being honest. Of course, this sometimes leads to conflict; especially when it comes to his little sister.

Word Count: 2586

Warnings: swearing, mild gore (its literally just a bullet like if you can’t handle that then how do you watch the show smh)

A/N: hey guys! Sorry if I haven’t been as active lately but my keyboard doesn’t connect to my tablet and stuff:( but I remembered that this was in my drafts, so I decided to edit some of it and then post it. I’m sorry about the inconvenience!!! My keyboard should be fixed soon.

“Damn it, Y/N,” Dean growled as he slammed the motel door shut. “If you’d just listen to me for once then you wouldn’t be in this situation.”

“He was going to shoot you!” Y/N shouted, wincing as she landed on the leg with a bullet in it. “Do you honestly expect me to stand by while you get shot? I’ve seen you do it for me and Sam, so please, tell me: how is this any different?”

“It just is,” he grumbled, grabbing the first aid kit. “And you know it.”

“Oh, ‘it just is,’ he says,” Y/N called after him. “Good one, De. You should be a lawyer. Listen here, I saved your ass back there, and you’re acting- ah! - you’re acting like I’m dying.” Y/N panted as he dug out the bullet, his stony silence piercing the air.

“Listen,” she continued. “I get you want me to be safe, but there’s a difference between keeping me safe and smothering me.”

“Y/N,” Dean said gruffly as he tied a knot on the bandage. “This is the third hunt in the past month that you’ve gotten shot. I don’t even want to think about all those other times where you could’ve stayed safe if you hadn’t decided to do your own thing-”

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Unexpected Interruptions

Percy x Reader

 Rated S for Stupid Smut (Because I suck)

A/n: First off I want to apologize for the trash you are about to read, I’m horrible at smut. Secondly, this took way longer than it was supposed to. Sorryyy

It was so quiet.

The day had been lazily dragging by without a single scream of terror or shouts of orders being thrown at yourself and other campers that had stayed behind for the winter. You yourself staying behind to help your best friend Leo Valdez with his projects other campers requested for him to make or fix. You being there to take care of Leo whenever he worked too hard on things to the point of passing out or whenever he refused to leave the bunker to go grab something to eat, you were there.

Every once in a while when you can convince the workaholic to take a break, you too would take the time to sit back and relax. Now was one of those times where you took advantage of that time by finishing that new book Annabeth recommended to you about a week ago. You had started it that afternoon once she’d given it to you, heading down to the beach and reading till sundown, finishing less than half of the book and heading back to your cabin to continue, where all of your noisy half-siblings were.

In short, you never got to read in peace once you got to your cabin, which is also the reason you’re laying in your boyfriend’s bed in cabin 3. Percy being the only residence here besides the occasional visit from Tyson made staying over really convenient, especially since you’ve made it into your little hideaway.

You snuggled up to Percy’s pillow, taking in his sea salt and somewhat minty scent that strangely mixed into the blissful smell that was your boyfriend. A grin lifted the edges of your lips as you thought of him, distracting you from the captivating book you were so enthralled in. You shifted your position to what you thought would be a more comfortable position onto your side before groaning and flipping on your stomach to continue.

A squeak of the door made your head turn to identify the intruder, the sound of grunting and shuffling told you that it was probably Percy coming back from training younger campers.

True to your suspicion Percy shuffled into your sight, his face breaking into a grin when he saw you lying on his bed looking so cuddly and cute while reading your book, “Thank gods you’re here.” He groaned out while easing himself on the bed and crawling up to you.

Wrapping you in a warm embrace he continued, “You look so cute and cuddly laying in my bed, honey.” He kissed your temple slowly, his lips lingering there while he traced feather light patterns down your arm and attempting to pull your hand away from your book to kiss it, but eliciting a soft whine from you as you refused.

He huffed in annoyance and decided to pepper kisses down the side of your face leaning slightly in front of you to peck your lips quickly.

“Percy,” you whined again, “It’s getting good and you’re in the way!”

You flipped the page quickly as you began to wonder what the main character would do next. Before you could even read a single word of the new page; Percy yanked the book from your grasp and placed it behind his head.

You gasped, “Perseus Jackson! Give that back now.”


You glared back at his amused face and made a grab for the book, but his reflexes were faster than yours and he rolled off the bed with the book in hand.

“I want your attention and this stupid book is depriving me of that!” He whined cutely, his eyebrows creasing and his eyes becoming puppy like.

You held back the grin that wished to replace the scowl taking residence on your face, “Percy. Book. Now.” You spoke firmly with a hand on your hip and the other hand held out in demand.

He grinned ’How cute...’ Percy thought as held in his squeals of how cute she was knowing it would only further enrage her.

However, Percy unintentionally hinted at his plans of not giving in so you lunged forwards, determined to retrieve your stolen book.

However, you only caught air as you soon realized Percy had sidestepped your attack, a smug smirk mocking your weak attack choice, “I thought I taught you better than that, babe.”

You huffed and shook away the hair that hung in front your (e/c) eyes, “ Shut it, Percy. I didn’t know that this was an evaluation, now give me my book back!”

“All I asked for was your love and attention, was that too much? This book is in the way. I’ll give it back later if you give me what I want…”

Percy licked his lips and winked at you, giving you his usual signal that he wanted to make out with you. You rejected the idea this time, staying strong and ignoring the way your heart picked up speed at his actions, “No give me the book!”

This time you swung your foot around the back of his knees and pulled forward to give him no choice but to fall backward. Although he did catch you by surprise when his hand grasped your shirt and pulled you along with him.

Your breath left your lungs as you landed hard on Percy’s chest, internally scolding yourself for being so unaware of his move. That’s when you noticed exactly WHERE you fell…


“Hi there,” You felt his voice rumble through his chest as he spoke, “All I asked for was cuddles and love but I don’t mind this at all.”

You moved your hands to either side of him as you tried to lift yourself off of him, but your attempts were futile since he locked his arms firmly around your waist. In fact, it only made things worse.

Percy groaned as you accidentally rubbed against his crotch, lifting his hips up to meet yours in instinctive response.

You bit your lip at the sight of him groaning, ‘Gods he’s so hot…’ You thought to yourself.

Percy looked up at you with lidded sea green eyes, “Please do that again~”

Hesitating was what caused him to whine a bit in need, also causing your panties to pool with your arousal. You started to grind on his crotch which elicited a soft moan to fall from your lips and his head to fall back onto the floor, his eyes screwed shut. You sat up and placed your hands flat on his firm chest that he worked so hard to achieve.

His hands slipped up your body, massaging your hips before moving up your stomach to your breasts. Your lips parted in a silent moan as he reached behind with one hand and unclasped your black lace bra while his other flicked the nipple he had uncovered.

“Percy,” you gasped, tearing his focus from your body to your voice,“Bed. Now.”

Percy didn’t have to be told twice as he sat up and locked his hands tightly around you as he somehow clumsily stood up whilst carrying you. He dropped you on the bed, automatically connecting his mouth to yours in a greedy kiss.

He sat between your open legs, his hands riding your shirt up to pull it off. Your mouths separated for what felt like hours as he shimmied your sweater off your warm body; your chest exposed to the chill air of the cabin making your nipples perk up even more.

Percy didn’t leave your breast unattended as his hands cupped both of them in his large hands, absentmindedly flicking and pinching one nipple with his forefinger and thumb while his mouth paid close attention to the other swollen nub. He kitten-licked and sucked on it as he looked up at your face– mouth agape in silent moans and eyes lidded, meeting his lust filled gaze.

He released your nipple with a pop, lifting himself up enough so he could tug at your leggings, “Can I…?” He asked almost bashfully, it always shocked you how he goes from a sex god to the dorky boyfriend you know so well.

You nodded quickly with a smile, lifting your hips up so that he could tug the black fabric down your legs faster. Once they were off fully, Percy looked down at your underwear– or should he say lack of underwear.

“Are you seriously wearing a thong?”

You felt your face grow hot in embarrassment, you found yourself stuttering out a simple answer.

“Do you… Not like it?” You asked hesitantly, afraid he thought you were a bit too risqué with your choice of undergarments.

“No no no,” he said quickly, licking his lips,“ I love them.”

He hooked his fingers in the strings and started to pull them down and off when your words stopped him,
“This is a bit unfair.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m the only one naked here,” you pouted,“ I want to see your body too.”

He smiled at your words and leaned down to peck your lips sweetly,“You got it, baby girl.”

He moved off of you long enough to remove his dirty CHB shirt and blue jeans. He crawled back over your waiting body with a smirk,“ Better?”
You looked his body up and down with a smirk, “Definitely.”

Your hands smoothed over his chiseled chest, his rippling muscles were most likely hand made by the gods themselves. You sighed in contentment, a small smile slipping across your swollen lips as you traced over his abdomen slowly.

Percy let out a puff of amusement, "Someone’s fascinated,” He teased, leaning down to leave his markings on your neck.

You couldn’t stop the small moan that left your lips, your body arching upward to brush against his own, which elicited a hum of pleasure from Percy as a response.

He pulled away to admire the small purple and red markings that began blossoming across the nape of your neck, smiling at his masterpiece proudly before glancing up at you with a mischievous smirk. Anxious of his next move you chewed on your bottom lip, breath hitching as he began to kiss down your stomach. You watched as he slowly made his way to your now bare sex. He spread your legs further making you blush. His hot breath fanned across your sex causing you to whimper in anticipation. Your hands gripped the sheets beneath as he finally pulled your lips gently apart and took an experimental lick.

“God, you taste amazing..” He purred as he finally began to attack your sex with soft nibbles and licks. You bit lip painfully trying to hold back your moans. His tongue pushed into you slightly and you lost it you couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

“Oh god…P-Percy, Mmm..Fuck!” You screamed, your hands making their way to his hair tugging at it slightly. He pulled away and grinned at you like you were his prey.

“Do you wanna cum now or do you want me to ease your orgasm out of you, sweetheart?” He whispered against your sex making your back arch slightly.

“I-I want you to ease it out of me…P-Please?” You knew you sounded desperate, begging like a child who wanted more candy but you had waited too long for this to happen.

“Okay babe, don’t worry…I’ll take care of you.” He got off the bed after giving you a kiss on the forehead, making his way to his drawer. He rummaged through it and quickly pulled out a condom. He knelt back on the bed about to open it when you whined grabbing his attention. You shook your head and he looks at you uncertain for a second.

“I’m on the pill…I wanna feel all of you…” You bit your lip hoping he’d agree, you’d waited too long for this and you didn’t want that barrier.

“Okay sweetheart… I want you to tell me if I get too rough okay? I don’t wanna hurt you.” However, the idea of Percy getting rough only served to turn you on more, but you nodded anyway and spread your legs in invitation making him groan as he gripped his length.

He crawled over to you pressing a passionate yet sweet kiss to your lips before nudging your entrance. You let out a little whine, thrusting upwards making his tip push in, he growled before slamming in the rest of the way with a firm thrust. You screamed out in pain and pleasure, burying your head into his shoulder, clinging to him like he was your life line. After a minute you felt the pain subside, you wiggled your hips experimentally. You whimpered and thrust up once again this time with more force.

“S-Shit, Y/N don’t do that.” He groaned.

“Jesus Kitten you feel so good,” Percy added his jaw clenching in restraint. After calming down a little he decidedly took control of the situation, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back into you roughly. Your nails dug into his bare back making his thrust faster.

“Faster..” You screamed as he sucked a bruise into your neck, his growls getting slightly more feral which only served to bring you closer to your end. You felt the pit in your stomach making you pull back and look into Percy’s eyes.

“P-Percy…I’m close…” You whimpered your eyes tearing up from the amount of pleasure you were feeling.

“M-Me too, sweetheart.” He panted softly his right-hand intertwining with yours, he leaned down and kissed you with so much emotion, you felt your stomach coil tighter and you moaned against his lips. He pulled back and whispered in your ear.

At the worst possible timing, Leo Valdez came barging in, his usual mischevious grin plastered across his tanned skin, “Hey Percy, wanna help me- HOLY HEPHAESTUS!” He shrieked in surprise.

As if it couldn’t get any worse that it already was, Percy and you both were too close to climax when the unexpected intrusion happened and both came with loud moans, immediately separating once the new third party made himself known.

Percy instinctively tossed the messily bundled blue sheet across your bare body before scrambling for his own clothes to hide his body from Leo’s prying eyes, “What the hell are you doing in here?!” Percy hissed, tugging his boxers up, his pants following shortly after.

Leo swallowed nervously, “I was about to prank Jason and wanted your help.” He explained quickly.

You groaned and waved Leo out of the room with muffled curses following the retreating boy.

“Make sure you wrap it up!”

Percy tossed the closest thing he could grab– Your bra– and chucked it at the laughing Latino who caught it with ease, wrapping the strap around his head like it was a bike helmet.

Percy gasped and shouted a quick, “Hey!” before running after the cackling son of Hephaestus, his shirt still forgotten on the wooden floor of cabin 3 along with the still naked you hiding underneath the covers, facepalming at the dorky hotness that was your boyfriend.

Don’t Put Dirt On My Grave

Klaus and Caroline often butt heads and this day is for those scenarios. Supernatural or not, not so friendly rivals or bitter enemies, this day is for works where the sparks fly because they are at odds.

Did you mean it when you said I’d be safe with you for one night?

Where are you love?

Compromised. It left a sour taste on her tongue. Taking a careful breath, Caroline tested her bruised ribs with a grimace. Everything hurt, but at least she could finally confirm that nothing was broken.

The couch she’d fallen asleep on was amazingly comfortable, and she sighed against the upholstery. The apartment had surprised her, the feeling of a lived in space unexpected in a safe house. She hadn’t had the energy to snoop, but most safe houses were sterile, the atmosphere chilly with lack of use. This one smelled faintly of acrylics, but the feel of it wasn’t as empty as she’d expected.

She supposed somewhere there was a bed, but after dealing with her injuries she hadn’t had the energy to move. Not when she’d only had hours to rest. There had been a blanket left out on the back of the couch, and she’d simply pulled it over her and gone to sleep.

She gave the clock on the wall a quick glance. She’d slept for four hours, more than she’d thought she’d get and still less than she needed. It was probably the most she could hope for tonight. Shifting until it was a little easier to breath, she stared at the darkened ceiling, and tried to plan.

Enzo’s warning had come seconds before impact, her partner’s voice tightly controlled as he’d told her to run. She wondered if he thought she was dead, because Caroline had seen the faces of her attackers, had recognized them. Matt, who liked his coffee with four sugars and Tyler, the guy in accounting who flirted with his eyes and always ordered two hamburgers with too many onions

The hit had been an inside job.

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#SanversWeek Day 6 - Smut

Summary: Maggie Sawyer is bored and horny and abuses her access to the DEO…basically. [P.S: All my other #SanversWeek fics can be found on my Tumblr or on my AO3 if y’all are interested!]

For @queercapwriting‘s #SanversWeek! :D

It was a slow day in National City.

Everyone – humans and aliens alike – was managing to behave themselves. It was rare, it was nice but ultimately for law enforcers, it was boring as hell.

With such little work to do, Alex had divided her shift between the DEO’s gym, hitting the treadmill and a heavy bag, and her desk, reading science journals and taking notes. Time dragged. So, when Vasquez came over to inform her that there was a patient specifically requesting her in the medbay, Alex was so thankful for the reprieve from boredom that she nearly ran over there.

And she damn near tripped over her feet when she saw who was waiting for her, sat on an exam bed in a private room, wearing a hospital gown that was a little too short and showed a lot of skin.

‘Doctor Danvers,’ the also painstakingly bored NCPD detective smirked. ‘I’m here for my physical.’

And now Alex was stumbling over words. ‘I…what…Maggie, what?’

‘I want you to give it to me.’

Alex could barely breathe, squeaking out a small, ‘What?’

‘Work me over, Doc.’

Alex used the few seconds it took to walk over to her fiancée, to compose herself, to take a deep breath and to fight every instinct in her body that told her to follow Maggie’s instructions and give it to her. She rested her hands on Maggie’s knees as she ran her eyes up and down the woman who still managed to make her short-circuit on the daily, even after a year together. The woman who had no need for a physical but who loved to abuse her access to a top-secret government building. ‘Where the hell did you get that?’ Alex asked, tugging at the painfully thin gown.

‘I found it in a closet. You leave your medical supplies unlocked but y’all are quick to lock your armory up around here.’

‘Yeah, to stop pyromaniacs such as yourself touching the grenades.’

Maggie shrugged. ‘My ass is cold.’

‘Uh-huh, I bet it is.’

‘Would you like to check for yourself, Doc?’

Yes. Hell fucking yes. Instead, Alex could only shake her head. ‘That door doesn’t have a lock.’

‘That’s okay, I have other complaints you can check out.’

Alex arched a brow. ‘You do? Such as?’

‘My heart. It starts racing whenever I’m around my girlfriend,’ Maggie said, as smooth as butter. ‘And I also feel this pulse,’ she dropped her voice low, just like she dropped her gaze. ‘Down there.’

Funnily enough, Alex was starting to have the same symptoms. ‘Maggie,’ she whispered but Maggie kept going.

‘I’m very concerned. I’ve never had it this bad around a woman before. But this girl, man. She’s gorgeous.’


‘And smart, and funny, and so, so sexy. And she says all these long, fancy science words that I never understand, but when they come out of her mouth, it’s so hot.’


‘I’ve never been so turned on by the word electroencephalography until I met her.’

Nor had Alex. The pronunciation had been perfect. The fact that she even knew that word in the first place made her knees weak. ‘We can’t do anything here.’

‘I think we can.’

Again, Alex shook her head. ‘We can’t. It’s too risky. We could get caught and if Pam finds out, she won’t just revoke your access but you won’t be allowed within a five-mile radius of this place.’

‘Pam’s a buzzkill.’

‘She is.’ She so was. ‘But she doesn’t have to be. My shift finishes in an hour–.’

‘Yours or mine?’ Maggie asked, without hesitation.

‘Mine. And I’ll give you the best damn physical of your life.’            

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Thief Part 2

Anon asked:  Part two to the their Peter imagine where maybe he gets angry and then they make out or somethin please 👀
Word Count: 1314
Warnings: Sassy Jubilee, attempt at a fight scene, small awkward moments, Peter Maximoff being cheeky af

Peter Maximoff was stubborn.  He knew that you were the one that had taken them, but he couldn’t find any proof.  Her friends refused to tell him if she’d done it, and Charles refused to read her mind.  And no one was letting him near the security cameras.  He was stuck having to assume she’d done it.

So, like the totally mature person he was he decided to investigate.  And by investigate he meant going around humming the Batman theme trying to find a way for you to confess.  It was harder than it looked.  Raven Darkholme, tired of all this, decided to end it all in a training session.

“Today class,” Raven began.  “We’re going to work on hand to hand combat.  No powers are allowed, and trust me, I will know if you aren’t.  Go pick your partners.”  You turned to Jubilee, ready to begin.  But someone got in the way.

“Hi Y/N,” it was Peter.  Of course it was him.  He was constantly trying to get you to admit that you’d stolen the box.  And obviously, you weren’t going to let him win.  “Why don’t we work together?  We clearly have issues that we need to iron out!”

“I didn’t take your Twinkies.” you replied, looking for Jubilee.  If Jean was reading your mind right now, she would’ve helped.  But to no avail, you were on your own.  

“Are you sure?  Because Jubilee and Jean said it wasn’t them.”

“What if it was Ororo?”

“We both know that she would take it more discreetly.”  He was right, and you knew it.  You just had to convince him that it wasn’t you, and time was running short.  

The whole session didn’t go well.  For some reason, the both of you were more sluggish than usual.  Raven suggested (more like mildly threatened) that you both stay after, and train more.  Since almost no one wanted to get on Raven’s bad side, the both of you agreed.  You picked up a punching bag, and prepped yourself for an attack.  But before you could do anything like that, you felt a breeze pass by you.

“Whatcha doin’ (L/N)?” Peter asked.  You rolled your eyes, and sighed, turning towards him.

“Taking this punching bag,” you gestured towards the bag. “And pretending it’s you.”

“Wouldn’t you actually want to train with me instead?”

“I would, but I have a feeling that you’d use your powers.”

“Me?” Peter scoffed.  “Pssssh.  I’d never do that.”  He was lying.

“Why don’t we make it a game then?” you asked, a coy smile making its way to your face.  “If you can win a sparring match without using your powers, then I’ll tell you what happened to your Twinkies.”

“And if you win?”

“Then you have to stop bugging me about what happened to them.”  He smirked, and you knew that you had yourself a deal.  Peter charged towards you, and you moved to the side.  Then, you ran to him, and tried to punch him.  He saw it coming, and also dodged.  This continued on for several minutes, before you were finally able to flip him over, but not without him taking you down with him.

You landed on top of him, and pushed yourself above him.

“Does this mean I win?” he questioned.  You sighed, and knew the jig was up.

“Yeah, you want the truth?” you responded.


“I took the Twinkies.  But I didn’t know they were yours!”  And he seemed to change expressions, from curiosity to a knowing smile.

“I knew it!” His face was still a smile.  And it was only then that you realized how close you two were.  Peter’s hands found their way to your waist, and your hands began to cup his face.  And you could feel your faces getting closer to one another.  Were you two going to kiss?  You weren’t sure, but you didn’t want to do it in the Danger Room.

“We should probably leave now.  I’ve got homework that I need to do.” you blurted out.

“So you’re telling me that you almost kissed Peter?” Jubilee asked.  The two of you were sitting on her bed, and it would’ve been a girls night if Ororo wasn’t on a mission, and if Jean wasn’t on a date with Scott.


“But then you got yourself out of the situation with the excuse of having to do homework, which is definitely not true.  You finish your homework before we go to the Danger Room.”

“I know, I know,” you groaned, while pressing your palm to your face.  “It was really awkward, and I don’t know why I didn’t kiss him.”

“Well at least you didn’t steal another box of Twinkies from him.”, she replied, while staring at the box of Twinkies.  “You did check to see if those were his right?”

“Shit.” you muttered.  Picking up the box, you checked each side of the box, and found a message on one of them:

These are Peter’s Twinkies.  If found in someone other than his or Kurt Wagner’s possession, then they have probably been stolen.  Either by Y/N or Scott.

There was an awkward silence between you and Jubilee.

“Should we hide it?” you asked.

“He’ll probably know it was you.” she replied.  You two stared at it awkwardly, not sure what to do.

“How about bringing it back to the pantry.”

“We’re too slow for that.”

“Then what do we do?”

“What do you mean we?  I didn’t take the box.”

“Thanks Jube, it’s nice to know that you have my back.” you sarcastically spoke.  “I’m going to bring this back to the pantry.”

“Good luck!” Jubilee called out, as you walked out of the room.  You knew the way to the kitchen, and hoped that Peter wouldn’t find you.  Just as you placed the box back in the pantry, you felt a presence behind you.  

“I knew you took it.”, Peter said.  You turned around to see him leaning against the doorframe.

“I didn’t mean to,” you replied.  “Again.”  He sped to the pantry, where you were, and examined the box.  

“I don’t know about you, but if I was someone else, I’d assume that you liked me.  And that you were stealing these for my attention.” He looked up from the box, and gave you a playful smile. “Which is kind of cute.”

“If I was someone else, I’d assume you were taking this too far.”, you teased.  “And that you liked me.  Which is also kind of cute.”  You weren’t sure if you should tell him about your feelings, but you needed to get it out of the way.

“You know, in the Danger Room, I thought we were going to kiss.”, you stammered, it felt like you were fumbling for words, not sure where this was going to go.

“Did you want that to happen?” he asked.  The two of you were close.  Very close.  You would’ve nodded if your body didn’t decide to freeze up at this very moment.  Instead of that, you decided to be as smooth as you could in this situation.

“Uh huh.” You felt his hand on your face before his lips met yours.  Immediately, a feeling of warmth went across your entire body.  Your arms went around his neck, as his went down to your waist.  After what seemed like forever, you had to pull away for air.

And turned to see Jubilee in the doorway, with her mouth wide open.

“You know, I was wondering what was taking you so long.” she said.

anonymous asked:

Les get that angst! How would the suitors react to an almost successful assassination attempt on MC? (Or fully successful your choice)

Go hard or go home I say! TW - death, obviously. Enjoy <3


  • The princess had a habit of sneaking out of the palace, especially at night
  • And it just so happened that tomorrow was hers and Giles’ anniversary, so of course she went out to find something
  • The next morning, Giles went to wake her himself only to find she wasn’t there and he frantically searched all over the palace not listening to what anyone else would say until one of the maids finally managed to stop and drag him to Leo’s office
  • The other’s had already heard the news but Giles felt his heart stop when he was told
  • Silently, he walked back to his office, sitting behind his desk, before dropping his head to the table
  • It was the first time the Royal Chamberlain cried since childhood, and the loss of his love was so much more painful than estranged from his family
  • His health took a turn for the worse as a result, the whole country was in a state, but that didn’t stop him for working even harder as King
  • What else could he possibly do other than rule alone?



  • The princess was on a trip to another country, busy building up relations in preparation of their marriage
  • It still made him smile today, knowing that she was willing to do anything to keep them together, even if some people were still wary
  • It wasn’t until a day later that a message from the other country arrived
  • “Why hasn’t the princess arrived?”
  • Leo rode out ahead of the knights, not listening to a word his brother was saying about safety in numbers
  • He refused to rest until he came upon a sight on the path in the middle of a forest
  • The sight of the overturned and burnt carriage, no sign of life from any of the knights that were meant to be guarding his precious fiancé
  • Jumping off the horse, his legs gave out under him, collapsing on the floor he could do nothing but scream at the tree tops
  • After all these years of avoiding commitment, this one woman had stolen his heart and he finally thought he had a chance at happiness
  • Now another person that he loved was gone. His nightmares never left him after that day



  • It a messy battle by this point, what stared as something small was blown out of proportion and now two countries were fighting
  • The princess and he tried to keep in contact with letters whenever they could, but it was difficult, every day wondering if he’d make it back alive
  • In the end it wasn’t him, with the security at the palace weakened, the enemy managed to sneak into the grounds
  • Alyn heard the news on the battle field, along with the rest of the soldiers
  • All of a sudden he lost all motivation, his love, his princess was no longer here, what was he fighting for now?
  • The next day he brutally and efficiently bought the battle to an end. Everyone was too preoccupied with the matter at hand to notice that his face was wet with tears instead of sweat
  • When he got back, he went into the stables and didn’t leave for a very long time
  • He became even quieter, spending all of his time training, becoming the best knight Wysteria ever had but nothing ever filled up the hole in his chest



  • He was sitting at his favourite, isolated bar, nursing a beer, just enjoying the quiet night
  • Actually he was trying to get rid of his nerves, tomorrow was an important day
  • All of a sudden there was a commotion, a man ran into the bar to announce the news “the princess of Wysteria is dead”
  • The glass fell out of his hands but he was already out of the door before it smashed to the ground
  • He ran to the palace, shoving all the townspeople and guards out his way until he reached her bedroom
  • There she was, lying on the bed, it seemed like she was just asleep
  • The word poison reached his ears, but he had no idea who said it or who was around him
  • Falling to his knees beside her bed, tears streaked down his face and lightly holding her cold hand his both of his
  • But the weight of her lifeless hand was nothing compared to the weight of the small box in his coat pocket, he never even had the chance to tell her how he really felt



  • The Duke and Princess were working hard together to help save the orphanages in Wysteria - much to the annoyance of many other nobles, she was a commoner after all, how dare she go against them?
  • In the meanwhile, however, the two of them were doing what they felt right and were slowly getting to know each other as well
  • However one day Louis was awakened early by a commotion all over the palace, something to do with the princess
  • He all but ran to her room, to see her body draped on the floor, unusual finger-shaped bruises over her neck
  • I shouldn’t have let her get close, I should have pushed her away more, I should have protected her. It’s my fault.
  • The Duke became even more distant that usual, the guilt never leaving him no matter what others said.
  • He merely went on with his plans to protect the children, refusing to step back from something she felt so passionately about, fulfilling her goals
  • Before, Sid’s teasing would get some sort of reaction from him, now he so much as didn’t even look at him
  • There was nothing left inside, he couldn’t feel a thing



  • Robert knew all about civil wars and what happens when people become unhappy with the leadership
  • He was consumed by the thoughts of it happening again in Wysteria, now that he was king again
  • He was much more careful this time, but somehow news had spread of him being the previous King of Bergenia
  • But instead of people being angry at him, it seemed the people felt more betrayed by the Princess for choosing him as their king
  • Against everyone else at the palace’s better judgement, she went at night to one of the most troubled regions to resort some order
  • He followed her as soon as he found out, thinking that he could at least try to keep her safe from harm
  • But he was too late, he arrive to the scene with someone covered from head-to-toe running their blade through the Princess’ chest
  • He had no energy to give chase, opting to cradle his one and only love’s body in his arms
  • First he had killed his own people, now he had killed his sweetheart
  • It was too much a burden for him to bare…



  • A lot of people from both countries didn’t agree than an archduke from Stein should marry the princess of Wysteria
  • Neither of them saw it as a problem but it’s the things that you can’t see that end up causing the biggest problems in the end
  • The news of the princess’s assassination left waves over both countries
  • He didn’t foresee this move, and now he was paying the price for not strategising ahead
  • He didn’t show any emotion, the maids at his mansion were shocked by the fact that he didn’t react, even now
  • As far as anyone was aware, he simply carried on expanding his region and helping the people in it prosper
  • They didn’t see the other side of him. The part that stayed awake at night, visions of the only person he ever loved dying plagued his thoughts
  • He spent that time meticulously hunting down the people that killed her
  • When he did, there was no mercy - he took up a sword for the first time despite his hated for war, revenge fueling his actions
  • “You took my love away from me, now, I take your lives.”



  • The news reached him just as he came out of a meeting
  • He had managed to finish dealing with some trouble with another region on the border and he was stressed
  • He walked into his office to see Nico and Albert there, tears in their eyes
  • He barely registered what they were telling him, the words “assassinated by Steinians who opposed the marriage” were enough to freeze the blood in his veins
  • The King couldn’t remember what happened next but he suddenly found himself in the chilly palace gardens, cloak whipping in the harsh wind
  • Tears fell at an uneven pace down his face, his eye patch long ago soaked
  • He looked up at the stars, desperate to try and see the only thing that offered him solace whenever he felt troubled, he was met by nothing but dark clouds obscuring the night sky
  • “It looks as if… even the stars will not show themselves today, my queen. I hope that you at least are up there shining with them. It seems that this world really does not want us to be together. First, people take you away from me and now even the clouds do not let me gaze up at you.”



  • Regardless of how critically he evaluated her, the Princess only continued to open her heart to him, until he did the same
  • The only other person to make him this happy was King Byron and Nico, it made his chest flutter knowing that there was another person out there who cared so deeply about him
  • That’s why the news of her assassination was even harder for him to bare
  • He couldn’t travel to Wysteria until a while later, to pay respects at her funeral, he never got the chance to take one last look at her before she was put in the ground
  • It was there that he finally felt himself break, he had managed to hold on before then, barely managing to escape into a secluded part of a garden to finally let the tears fall
  • He was just quiet after that, barely saying a word even on the way back
  • Benjamin stopped eating as much as before, often going into the garden as if he were searching for something or someone
  • He wasn’t the only one. Albert could only wonder now, he was lost without his love



  • Since he sneaked into Wysteria, there was tension between them and Stein
  • He already felt guilty and now the two countries were at the brink of a war while he stayed in a cell as punishment
  • It just so happened that the Princess was on her way back to Wysteria from talks with Stein but after half a day they received an unexpected visitor
  • One of the Wysterian knights who was supposed to be with the Princess’ convoy came running back to the castle, covered in blood
  • Nico was told the news by Albert the next day, the princess was assassinated by rebels in an ambush
  • His howls could be heard all over the castle, the cell walls doing nothing to muffle his cries
  • Even after he was let out, months later, Nico looked just as pale and lifeless as ever
  • He never smiled after that day, knowing it was all his fault that his beloved would never smile again either

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You and Me and the Devil Makes Three - Chapter 4 (Eric and Fox)

Rating: M (Language, Violence, Lots of Smut)

Genre: Drama/Angst/Humour

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****** TRIGGER WARNINGS - Mentions of Rough (consensual) sex, Violence, Domestic Abuse ********


Fox paced restlessly, mind racing. Eric’s newest actions were the exact opposite of what she had come to expect from the him, from men in general. They didn’t want to talk things out, they didn’t show feelings; they dominated and ruled with iron fists. They beat you down and all you could do was fight back, and if you fought dirty, oh well, you needed all the help you could get.

Fox froze when she heard the creak of floorboards outside her door. Eric was out there, would he knock, ask to come in? Fox sank quietly onto the bed and drew her knees up to her chest. She had major issues, she knew that; and she’d been hiding from them, refusing to deal with her emotional problems. And now everything was coming to a head, Eric wanted to talk about what had happened, the amazing, unrestrained sex they’d shared that, in all honesty, had stolen Fox’s heart too. She’d let down her guard finally, in those last few blissful moments, and it had been the most incredible and freeing experience she’d ever had.

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summary: Thirty-two years of sisterhood sounds like forever, she thinks, but is is not enough.

sort of post ep for paper clip. part of my series of fics i’m writing as i rewatch the x files.

“I think it’s about something we have no personal choice in. I think it’s about fate.” - Fox Mulder, 3x02 Paper Clip


They’ve discussed names, a little unseriously. Bill had insisted that it would be another boy, so they had agreed unofficially on Charles. (He liked to name the children after family members; there was Billy, and then Melissa was after his mother and Charles after his father. But they hadn’t discussed girl names.)

“I liked that one name you suggested,” Bill offers the next morning. They know the routines of early parenthood well, but he is no less fascinated by the baby, moving his fingers through the sunlight for her to track. “What was it… Dana.”

Maggie smiles; Dana was her favorite of the considered girl names, but she’d figured Bill would never go for it since it wasn’t traditional. “Dana Katherine,” she offers, stroking her daughter’s downy red hair. The baby snuffles, turning her face into Maggie’s shoulder. “For my grandmother.”

They take the baby home after a few days. Bill goes in first - wisely enough, Missy and Billy tend to be rambunctious, especially right after breakfast. Maggie’s mother has been staying with them, and she embraces Maggie at the door before leaning over the baby carrier. Missy and Billy leap at her before their father stops them. “Go and sit on the couch,” he says in that kind but stern way he has. Billy sticks out his lower lip and stomps over to the couch. Bill scoops up Missy and sets her next to her brother; she swings her legs in excitement.

The kids have been arguing for a few weeks now about whether or not the baby would be a brother or a sister (Billy in favor of the former and Missy of the latter). Maggie opts to sit between them with the baby in her arms so they won’t come to blows over who was right. “Kids,” she says. “This is your new sister, Dana.”

Billy pouts, flopping back against the back of the couch, and Bill and her mother swoop in to scold him. But Missy is intrigued, crawling closer to get a look. Dana half-dozes, tiny hands waving in the air. Missy pokes her foot. “Day?”

“Dana,” Maggie corrects, amused. “Don’t poke her, sweetie, you have to be gentle.”

Melissa reaches for the baby again, and Dana catches her sister’s finger in her little hand. “Day,” she says, satisfied.

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The Cold Calls For Cuddles

who?: Wanna One’s Lee Daehwi
genre: 🌸
type: bullet point

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• warm cuddles on a cold autumn day with Daehwi

bring on the Fall scenarios 👏🏼 i have never experienced Fall or Winter for a prolonged period so I’m not the best at these
also, IF I open up our request box for flower boy AU again….we might get Fall-Winter, Christmas flower boys but we have to see ;)
thank you for requesting this anon, super cute and refreshing to write!!

- Admin L

• grey clouds fog the skies and icy winds are pressing against the glass of your bedroom window with a vengeance
• you sink into your bed and groan, all plans of walking your dog in the nice Fall weather are scrapped
• Autumn? More like Winter? And it isn’t even Halloween yet
• your doggo tucks his tail in between his legs and lets out an upset whine
• you cradle your doggo and lounge on your bed, sighing
• the horrid weather also ruined your plans with your boyfriend, Lee Daehwi
• it was supposed to be chill afternoon, you, Daehwi and the dog, strolling in the nearby park
• looks like Mother Nature took ‘chill’ too literally
• the winds are already chilling you to your spine
• hoping Daehwi hadn’t left his house, you whip out your phone and dial his number
*ring ring*
• c'mon please pick up
• you’d hate if he was stuck out in the cold awaiting your arrival
“hello, babe! I’m-”
“hi, it looks like we have to cancel…”
• “it’s okay! could you please-”
“i’m so sorry Daehwi. I know how much you were looking forward to this.”
• you blabber on a lot without realising
• until you’re cut off by Daehwi huffing
• “y/n! I’m outside your door! Let me in!”
• what?
• there’s sudden pounding on your front door and you shriek
• “oh my god!”
• you toss your phone mindlessly and dash to the door, the floof yelps at your sudden actions
• thankfully, your phone landed safely on your bed
• also Daehwi was just 2 seconds from being frostbitten but never fear, Y/N is here!
• he shoots you an unamused look, teeth chattering and all
• you grin sheepishly and apologise
• Daehwi just smirks
“I guess we need to cuddle now to warm me up”  
• you playfully punch his bicep and take his coat from him to hang up
• he pouts sulkily in response but enters your living room
• Daehwi starts to play with your dog
“did you miss me? i missed you so much! who’s a good boy? you!”
• sometimes, you think he loves the dog more than you
• but it’s fine because you love your pet and dogs will stay by your side even when humans don’t
• you rush upstairs to grab your phone and let out a sigh of relief when the screen isn’t smashed beyond recognition
“y/n, can we cuddle?” Daehwi yells at which you roll your eyes at but you know you want to cuddle
• it’s freezing
• Daehwi is very good for cuddling
• just saying you know
• for scientific research purposes
“just a second!”
• yanking out a trunk from under your bed, you pull out throw blankets that you know will come in handy this time of the year
• one is patterned with cartoon ghosts and the other has steaming mugs of hot chocolate
• you throw a blanket at him to shut up
“too late! I’m cuddling the floof! I don’t need you!”
• your dog has stolen your man
• how do you feel about that
• but Daehwi arranges the blanket neatly and waits for you to emerge from the kitchen
“Y/N!!! Do you want to cuddle or not?”
“giVE ME LIKE UHH 3 minuTES”
• Daehwi scrolls through his phone and sighs when you haven’t come to join him so he drags himself out of the comfort of the blankets to the kitchen
• “…..y/n?”
• “yes?”
• “what…what are you doing?”
• a couple of boxes of snacks tumble from the shelf and you nearly lose balance on the kitchen counter
• one leg propped up on a chair
• Daehwi crosses his arms over his chest, “hey! that’s dangerous! come down!”
• he doesn’t mean to yell he just wants you to observe basic kitchen safety
• a sigh leaves his pink, plump lips
“you could have asked for my help, you know?”
• you smile sheepishly as thunder claps just outside your kitchen window
• causing you to shriek and wobble, losing grip on the shelf and you fall off your stand
• of course, Daehwi is two steps ahead of you and catches you in his arms
• Fall is the time for romance am I right?
“wow, you just Fall for me” déjà vu :“)
• puns puns puns
• grammatically incorrect puns
• his arms are wrapped around your waist and the blush on his cheeks are apparent as he steadies you
"now, what were you trying to do?”
• you point up to the top shelf where cartons of hot chocolate powder and pumpkin spice latte packs are stored
“i know you like pumpkin spice!”
“…so you nearly died because of…hot cocoa and pumpkin spice lattes.”
“…some people are worth melting for”
• reevaluates life
• puffing out his chest, Daehwi attempts the dangerous climb
• Daehwi thinks he’s tall
• he tries to reach the top shelf without leaning on the counter but he’s forced to in the end
“hah, watch me. i grew taller you know.”
• …..sure otter, sure
• you know I love Daehwi
“see,” he says, juggling the packets of chocolate and pumpkin spice, “I can do it”
• offers to make the drinks with you
“which one would you like?”
• you decide on two mugs each of the different drinks
“oh? babe, how do you like your hot chocolate? with or without marshmallows?” Daehwi says as he digs out a packet of marshmallows from a cabinet you didn’t even know your kitchen held
• it seemed like your boyfriend knew your house better than you did
• Daehwi tells you to set up the fireplace to battle against the bone-chilling weather
• he makes the drinks like a professional
• skills
• what a barista
• just as the fireplace is crackling to life, Daehwi sets the steaming mugs on the coffee table
• he hands your dog a treat, ruffling his fur
“i can’t forget about you.” he chimes
• your dog loves him more than he loves you
• realisation hits Daehwi and he rushes over to his backpack, unzipping it frantically. He pulls out a familiar package and smiles
“my mother made you apple pie!”
• it’s the famous Lee 'mixed apple pie with hazelnut crust and maple cream’
I literally googled 'autumn pies’ w o w
• your eyes light up and in a flash, plates, cutlery and a knife are placed on the table and you remove the pie from its precious packaging
• you cut a piece for yourself and Dae
• stabbing a smaller cut of the original piece, you lift the fork to Daehwi’s mouth
• he whines but obliges without complaint
• you love Fall partially because of all the food Mrs Lee makes for you
• because she dotes on you a lot
“please thank your mother for me”
• you two down the drinks and pie, all done wrapped up in the blankets on the couch and watching some movie
• Daehwi loves skinship okay
• lowkey he’s the big spoon
• okay sometimes he’s the small one
• no matter what, your skin is in contact with each other
• like somehow
• he can’t keep his hands from entwining with yours as your head rests on his chest
• he’s already cradling you in his arms though and your legs are spread out on the chaise lounge, crossing over each other
• you can’t see but his eyes are fixated on you, brimming with love and admiration
• the day drags on and the weather does get gloomier by the seconds
• as the cold increases, the more you and Daehwi bury yourselves into the blankets and of course, your hold on each other tightens
• eventually, you start to doze off and fall asleep in his arms
• even if his arms are cramping, Daehwi refuses to move and wake you up
• tries to turn off the television without waking you
• he smiles and presses a soft kiss to your forehead
• plays with your hair, wondering what kind of sweet smelling shampoo you use
• very!! happy!! you have slept
• because you deserve to sleep and
• it’s reassuring that you trust him enough to just fall asleep like that
• he nearly starts crying when he discovers how much you trust him
• honoured
• with autumn fragrances wafting throughout the house due to the candles you lit
• and the fireplace fizzling away
• it’s the perfect atmosphere to have a good cuddle nap
• even your dog is fast into a nap at the very edge of the lounge
• under the blankets, it’s warm, cosy and comforting, especially with the added body warmth
• Daehwi can’t resist
• he’s lulled into a deep sleep with you in his arms and burying into his chest
• the Fall was made for romance

Cheater Part Six

A/N: SO this has been a long time coming. I kinda lost inspiration for this fic and got sucked into everything else. I’m thinking that there is going to be three or four more parts. Let me know what you guy think and if you liked it.

Word Count: 1000

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As You got to the lab, you found Bruce checking Tony’s vitals while he laid on a table. When the four of you entered the room Tony looked over but quickly averted his gave when he saw you.

Once Bruce set down the blood pressure cuff and told Tony he would be fine you walked over to the table and crossed your arms staring at Tony.

Looking at the group of heroes that had made their way into the lab you looked at Nat. “Could we please have a moment?” you asked her.

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Out of the Frying Pan (1/?)

Emma Swan is only doing this for one reason, well, make that two. To get her show’s numbers back up and, maybe, impress her son. She doesn’t like admitting to that second one though.

Killian Jones is doing this for absolutely, positively, just one reason. To expand his restaurant. And maybe get Regina off his back. So that’s kind of two reasons.

Neither one of them is doing a year-long Food Network all-star competition because they’re celebrity chefs and there’s not really any other choice. Of course not. And neither one of them is enjoying it because they maybe, kind of, sort of enjoy each other. That would be insane.

AN: Oh hai, we’re back at it. This has been lingering in my drafts forever because I wrote it while I was posting YPBLAG. It is also impossibly long, but this time with different perspectives! And cooking! It also totally messed up my sponsored ads on Facebook for weeks because I kept googling so much Food Network information. And an enormous thank you to @laurnorder who is the best. Straight up.  

Also living it up on Ao3 if that’s how you roll. 

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It was dark now, storm clouds had gathered in the late afternoon sky. Jon recalled to that night, their first night together. The following many nights they had spent together, they always talked afterwards, they had so many things to tell. He had told her about his time at the Wall and beyond it; but the detailed, smaller stories could be discussed later. She had told him of the Dothraki sea and the house with the red door. They had talked about their parents, their families, and the lost love. It was an odd feeling for the both of them, to be jealous of corpses. Jon had jokingly said “If Drogo had lived, I wouldn’t have had the pleasure to call you my queen” only to freeze with guilt when Dany became solemn. Moments later she quipped, “And I wouldn’t have met you, my king”.

Their time together was happiness, they had found home in each other. However, every time they were alone, the dread would set in. Dany woke up from nightmares about Drogo’s comatose body rotting away beyond the wall, and slowly transforming into Jon’s frozen corpse, now being swallowed by Viserion. Ygritte’s lifeless form clutched in his arms, the knife wounds still fresh on his chest, Jon often thought about how many times had he been lucky to live, and for how much longer can he hold back death. Ghost, Rhaegal and Drogo seemed to notice. Drogo refusing to let Dany on his back if she showed up particularly disturbed at an odd time of the day, but letting her on if she was crying. Rhaegal didn’t fly as much, and would always be found in Jon’s vicinity. Ghost refused to leave Jon’s side, and had taken a habit of sleeping in their bed. This went on, the animals never letting Jon and Dany be alone, untill something peculiar happened.

Dany was already asleep, climbing into bed, Jon waited for Ghost to come up. Instead, he walked to Dany’s side, sniffed her, and sat there. Now he had started sleeping on the floor, Dany would step on him the first thing in the morning. No one gave it much thought. But the peculiarity escalated-Drogo wouldn’t fly higher or faster, Rhaegal tried to snuggle to Dany, and Ghost became a constant presence around her. Jon joked that the queen had stolen his friend. One day Dany mentioned all of this to Missandei, who commented that animals, particularly the clever ones like dragons and direwolves, notice when a person is going through changes without external signs. And then it hit Dany-she hadn’t bled in two months. She hadn’t paid much attention due to the war, and because she never believed it could happen.

Now, months after, Jon was outside while a group of people attended to Dany. Sansa and Missandei were in the room, while Arya and Grey Worm stood right outside the doors. Davos, Tyrion and Varys were trying their best to calm him. But he couldn’t be calmed, her words ringing in his ears “What if the child never comes? Worse, what if it’s a monster?”. Jon had assured her again and again, but he was worried-not for the child, for the woman he loved. He was worried what would happen to her if her fears came true. He had to be strong, for her.

Dany’s cries and scream grew louder and louder, untill they stopped, giving way to the cries of an infant. Jon didn’t wait and burst into the room. He caught a glimse of her tired but happy face before he was pushed out by Sansa. Minutes later, Sansa emerged into the hall, a newborn in her arms-his daughter. Her light brown hair was soft as silk, and her brown eyes stared into him. Now he knew what he would have missed had he not been betrayed by his own brothers. He took the baby and moved to see his wife. He couldn’t bear to be away from any of them. When he entered the room, Ghost was standing next to the bed and Dany was stroking his fur. He sniffed Jon once, then the baby, and left the room.

There she was-the woman he loved, the mother of his child. She was admiring him, holding on to their daughter.

“I thought she might need her mother.”

“Her mother cannot feed her, what kind of mother am I?”

“We will get a wet nurse.”

“Will we be able to do this, bring her up? We didn’t have the most ideal of childhoods.”

“No we did not. But we can teach her so many things. And we’ll learn as she learns.”

“I have heard that you cannot know how to raise a child untill you have to raise one.”

“We will have help of course. But most importantly, we are together.”

“Yes we are.”

My King- Obi-Wan x Reader Part Two

 Part One

A/N: Thank you for all the support on Part One! I just wanted to add a quick key. Y/P= your planet (you can choose a planet to rule). Y/F = your fiance (any name). Also, let me know if you are interested in a third part. 

He had expected her to visit his room, to visit him. She never did. Though Obi-Wan and Anakin trailed her throughout the day, she never said a word simply to him. Anakin, however, would often step up to her, adjusting his pace so that they were side-by-side, and strike up an easy conversation. Obi-Wan would lag behind, watching her carefully, his eyes darting from side to side. Scanning, searching, attempting to keep her safe. It broke his heart to see her like this, cold, ignoring him.

It broke his heart even more when they entered the throne room for the first time.

Princess Y/N was there, looking regal and elegant. Her back was straight, her posture excellent, and her face with no expression. To her left sat her father and mother, in their respective thrones. To her right was a young man, stiff and stuffy, his shirt too polished, too wrinkle-free, his pants too clean and neat. When Obi-Wan turned back to his past love, he could see the boredom behind her eyes.

Upon the Jedi’s arrival, Y/N stood up, putting on a careful smile. The boy stood up too, his expression never wavering.

“Master Kenobi, Master Skywalker,” Anakin smirked at his Master when he heard this, “I would like for you to meet my parents, the King and Queen of Y/P, and my fiance, F/N.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes widened. He turned away in disgust, unable to look the man in the eye. Meanwhile Y/N studied the Jedi, hoping for some sort of reaction, a sign he was hurt. She shook her head at him, smiled at her fiance, and sat back down.

“It’s lovely to meet all of you,” Anakin spoke for himself and his Master, confused at Obi-Wan’s reaction, but not brave enough to call him out on it in front of the princess. However, as soon as they were dismissed, the Padawan pulled his master into his bedchambers.

“Master,” Anakin hissed, narrowing his eyes. “What was that all about? Do- do you have a crush on the princess?” His scowl turned into a smirk almost instantly.

Obi-Wan pulled his arm away firmly and frowned. “No, and I hope you will not suggest something as absurd as that again.”

“Obi-Wan, you can tell me!” Anakin pleaded, hoping for an explanation.

Obi-Wan sat down carefully on the bed and began to speak. “Anakin, a long time ago, when I was a Padawan, before she truly accepted her duties as princess- we were in love. We dated in secret for many years. We were coming up with a way to get married, when- when I broke her heart.” He choked a bit on this. “I was to become a Jedi Master, and I knew I could not hold onto her. I- I thought it would hurt her less, if I- pretended I never loved her. Oh, Anakin, it was foolish, and now she’s engaged to somebody else.” He buried his face in his hands, longing to go back in time and fix everything.

Anakin thought of his own love, Padme. He thought of becoming a Jedi Knight, and whether he’d leave her. “Master, I- I’m so sorry.”

Obi-Wan nodded. “I’d best be going now.” Unable to say anymore, he left. Meanwhile outside the door, the regal, elegant princess was eavesdropping. Hearing the story was too much for her, and she left, wondering if it was really true- did Obi-Wan still love her?

They met on a cold, snowy planet. She was at peace there, she had always preferred the cold to the sand and heat of her home planet.

She refused to sit, still and silent, on a throne like her mother. Instead she had snuck out onto her ship, and flown to the far-off place. A man came up behind her.

Although they had never met, there was a beautiful peace between them, a calm and soothing quiet filling the biting air.

They never spoke that day, or the next. Introductions could wait- these stolen moments could not.

The moments she put away in her mind, in a polished, wooden chest filled with memories. And whenever she could, she would reach inside the chest and pull out the meetings, the secret conversations, the stolen, otherwise-unnecessary touches. It was beautiful.

He grabbed her arm rather suddenly, but she never let out a sound. Only in the privacy of his room did she shriek, rubbing the silky sleeves of her gown with a scowl.

“You forget yourself, Master Kenobi. I am a princess, the heir, the next in line for the crown, and I will not be treated like this in my own kingdom!”

“You have been ignoring me,” he said coolly. She studied him. He had been different lately, rough and unkind. This man, cold and unforgiving, was not her Obi-Wan.

Her eyes narrowed, her face bright-red. ignoring you? You- how dare you. You lead me on for years and then break my heart because of your job and act like you never even had feelings for me. You leave me for most of my life and show up and expect me to be head-over-heels, begging for forgiveness? Well, I’m sorry if a girl has been polite to you, but that’s what I’ve been going through!”

His eyes were wide, his mouth open. “I- I never-”

Her face was calmer, the redness and scowl gone, but the cheery brightness in her eyes and the friendly smile had moved away. “You didn’t mean it like that- yep, I know how it is. Well, Master Kenobi, this was a lovely chat, but I have a kingdom to run.”

She walked away briskly, but he ran after her. “Y/N!”

She whipped around. She looked deeply into his brown eyes, she saw the kindness and the apology, the plead to be forgiven, and it was over.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. She nodded.

Then their lips were locked together, moving together as one. It was every bit as passionate as the day they had said their first “I love you”’s, as the day he told her he was saving for her wedding, and that as soon as he had saved enough he would propose. It was more than that, and both of them knew it. They kissed like they would never kiss again, because they wouldn’t. They knew she would marry her stuffy fiance and he would live his life in heartbreak, but they ignored that nagging in their chests. He leaned over and whispered in her ear.

“I love you, Y/N,”

She smiled softly and replied gently. “I love you too, my king.”

Interrupted (Three)

Wordcount: 4.836

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Min Yoongi x Reader
Description: When Yoongi is still the broken guy you’ve left in Daegu and you help him to appreciate life a bit more.


A/N:  Here’s the third part! I know it’s long but it’s also important, I couldn’t really cut it… Thanks to all the people who liked or reblogged the previous chapters, you’ve been really sweet As always, any kind of feedback is more than appreciated, I swear I don’t bite 

Hope you enjoy it ^^

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In the following weeks, your life is invaded by Yoongi’s presence more than you could bare.

Where there’s Yerim, there’s Taehyung; where there’s Taehyung, you can be sure that Min Yoongi is just around the corner. He doesn’t seem to be shaken –not as much as you are, at least- but the way he avoids you is a good enough reason to make you understand that he doesn’t want to do anything with you anymore.

How could you blame him?

Sometimes he comes to your bar, he asks your for “My usual  cup of coffee” and sits in a corner, headphones in his ears and draws fast on some papers. One day you couldn’t contain your irony “At this rate, I’ll believe you came here only for me. I’m flattered.” but a surly “The coffee’s good, the staff less.” has been the only thing he gave you with a forced smile.

Sometimes he’s alone, sometimes not. You don’t want to know what he does with those girls at the end of the night but you have to admit that your heart cracks a bit when you see him being wreathed in smiles that aren’t for you, mostly because this means he’s completely moved on while you’re still stuck to that electric day of spring, on that train, with your dress glued to your skin and his gaze boring through your back while you disappear in the mob.

More than once you’ve tried to bring your past back but as soon as you were about to do it, he goes away, not even he’s sensed something.

It’s crystal clear for Yoongi you’ve become a someone colliding with him.

Until a Saturday of October…

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Joker x Reader - Deadly Voice Part 45

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I didn’t see the Joker for the rest of the day. I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening hiding amongst the other rooms in the house, occasionally sneaking into the kitchen for snacks, but generally gravitating to the smaller front room with the piano. I ensured the door was closed and, once I had made a trip to the library – I had a small collection of books to amuse myself with.

Eventually it reached the point that my eyes blurred too much from reading the small text and I gave up for the night, placing my books to the side for tomorrow when I would no doubt return and continue.

I headed straight up the stairs, debating with myself what I should do. Did I return to the Joker’s room? Did I find a new room to sleep in tonight? Either as I considered that though, a new wave of exhaustion washed over me as I climbed the staircase and I doubted I would get away with and I was far too tired to want to put up much of a fight to whoever came to find me.

So, I returned to the Joker’s room, my feet dragging along the carpeted corridor – except from outside the Joker’s office which I made sure to hurry past. I wasn’t sure why – maybe I was worried he’d catch me out there, or maybe I was worried I hear my voice again.

I reached the bedroom door without incident and I stepped into the room, closing the dark heavy door behind me firmly. It was only as I turned to face the rest of the room again that I realised there was a chance I wasn’t alone in here. A quick scan of the room showed no one, but I still snuck quietly around the rest of the room, checking the smaller roads that led off. Only when I confirmed these to be clear, could I then allow myself to relax a little.

I headed back to the walk-in closet, this time clocking the fact that the heap of clothes I had left earlier that day was missing. I dug back through the cupboards, searching for the Joker’s shirt and sweatpants – assuming someone had tidied up after me – but they had vanished completely from the room.

“Fine,” I muttered under my breath, “I’ll just sleep in what I’m wearing.” I huffed in annoyance and left the closet, refusing to give into the frilly small pieces of fabric that still sat in my side of the wardrobe.

Once using the bathroom and ready to turn in, I headed to the large 4 poster bed. I stood at the side of it, eyeing up the large, heavy queen-sized duvet. The bed almost looked intimidating to me and it was weird to think I was going to willingly climb into the Joker’s bed – everything about my situation right now told me not to do it, but I felt I had no other option right now – the Joker had made that clear to me and Frost had confirmed it when he seemed to think I had narrowly missed a far worse consequence last time.

Besides, the pillows did look comfy.

I pulled back the duvet partially - ready to climb into the tall bed – when I discovered a small pile of clothes in front of me on top of the sheet. I frown in confusion, reaching for the piece of clothing on the top, unfolding it and holding it up in front of me. My heart jumped a bit when I realised it was the ARKHAM sweatpants I had borrowed last night, and, yes, now I looked down at the neatly folding shirt left on the bed – that was the same shirt I had worn last night.

My eyes widen in surprise and a I felt a small smile rise on my face. I quickly caught it, stamping it down. Shit. At least the Joker wasn’t here to see it – who knew that him just letting me wear the clothes I’d stolen would make me that happy.

Stupid. I cursed before grabbing the clothes and changing into them – relishing in the bagginess compared to the skinny jeans and tight-fitting T-shirt I had been wearing.

I climbed into the bed, relaxing onto the cushiony pillow and thick spongy mattress. I revelled the luxurious softness around me as I lay there, staring up at the dark canopy above. My mind wide awake.

The Joker sat at his desk reading and rereading the same blue print, his mind unable to concentrate - the voices unusually loud in his head.

He grabbed at his head, curling his fingers into claws into his hair, growling angrily. “Shut up!” He snarled, pulling at the green strands, not caring or noticing the pain in his scalp. The voices didn’t listen though, if anything they increased through his frustration.

He clenched him jaw, his teeth protesting under the force. They had seemed louder all day since the silence of last night. It made it impossible to think straight – not that he usually did - but to plan a heist needed some clear thoughts. He blamed [Y/N]. She had taken away his blissful ignorance. She had quietened them for a small moment, just long enough to show him what it could be like and now they were back – louder than ever. It was torturous.

Speaking of [Y/N].

Her voice was echoing around his large office along with the keys of the old piano, as he replayed the CCTV camera footage from the front room earlier this afternoon. The Joker pressed a button on the keypad on his right and one of the many screens in front of him flickered, the music cutting out and now there was a different camera footage of a different room of the house, the icon blinking in the upper right-hand corner showing it was live.

It was his room.

He had heard her pass his office as she had headed up the stairs and along the corridor – her light footsteps completely different to the thudding of the henchman that he usually heard outside his door. He watched as she entered into the room from the bottom of the screen, moving slowly around the room and obviously suspicious, before she disappeared back into the walk-in closet. He smirked to himself – he liked how he made her so uncomfortable and nervy.

He waited for her to return - his eyes not leaving the black and white screen – and a few moments later she did. He wasn’t surprised to see that she hadn’t got changed – the girl was stubborn if nothing else. He watched her walk across the room, never breaking his gaze from the moving image.

She paused at the bed, hesitating before pulling back the cover and then pausing again. The distance of the camera meant he couldn’t see clearly what the black smudge on the bed was, but the Joker knew. Per his orders, the staff of the house had tidied up the clothes left in the closet and had laid out [Y/N]’s makeshift ‘pyjamas’ on the bed for the evening.

The Joker couldn’t be sure, but he thought the pixels of [Y/N]’s face had formed a brief smile.

I tried to sleep for hours.

I finally managed to drift off to sleep for a few moments, before I awoke once more. I looked at the time and groaned in annoyance when I found I had been asleep for no more than 20 minutes. I turned over for the billionth time, groaning again into the pillow.

I wished this night was over. I was sick of lying in this bed and not getting any sleep when I felt so exhausted, yet my mind would not silence long enough for me to sleep.

After a while of lying face down in the pillow I found my breathing becoming restricted so I turned my head, lying so I stared wake awake at the empty pillow across from me.

Where was the Joker? – Not that I wanted him here – But it must be at least 2am by now – was he sleeping somewhere else? Or was he just not going to sleep at all?

I remembered the tired look in his eyes that I had noticed earlier, the dark shadows that framed his cheeks. That man needed some sleep – maybe then he’d had fewer mood swings all the time.

Before I knew what I was doing, I was climbing out of bed and making my way to the bedroom door, swinging it open and striding out into the hallway. Without much of a falter, I took the right direction down the dark corridors and began to head to the staircase.

Now would be a good time for common sense to break through and for me to actually stop and think what I was doing.

But I didn’t.

I just continued on my path, pushing any thoughts, apart from the direction I was heading in, out of my mind.

That was, until I bumped into a solid post.

“Ah!” I cried as I stumbled backwards. I probably would have overbalanced and fallen over my own feet as well if it wasn’t for the fact that a strong hand reach out and grabbed one of my arms. I was yanked back upright – none too softly – and I toppled forward instead, colliding once more with the hard post in front of me.

I flung my arms out to save myself and ended up wrapping them around the pillar – only to find it wasn’t a pillar or a post.

It was a man’s body.

I abruptly pushed myself off the poor man I had just assaulted, mumbling a quick apology. Somewhere in the dark corridor a light was hit and a dim light came on over our heads – though even this was blinding to my eyes for a few moments. I squinted at the man in front of me and, even though my vision was still not quite clear, the green hair and pale skin could only belong to one person.

I had just collided into the Joker.

“Where do you think you’re going, doll?” He asked smoothly, but his voice held a warning in it and he hadn’t released my arm.

“Um – uh – I - .” I stuttered, the surprise encounter making me lose my chain of thought.

“Spit it out doll.” He pressed, irked by inability to speak coherently and he pulled my arm impatiently.

“Well you see, Mr Joker, I –“ I began, my exhausted mind finding an explanation that didn’t sound ridiculous difficult and deciding being cringingly polite was the right way to go about this.

“J.” He corrected.

I frowned up at him, “What?” I asked crudely.

“Call me J, doll.” He clarified, “None of that formalness.” He brushed away my previous remark.

“Ok – well, ‘J’” I started again, “I couldn’t sleep and I –“

“Thought you’d take a moonlit stroll, doll?” He asked snidely.

“No, I –“

“Thought you’d go sightseeing?” He interrupted again. “Secret admirer waiting for you?” He kept pressing, each question more sounding more scathing then the last.

“No.” I snarled, “I thought I’d see if you were going to sleep at all tonight!” I cried out, angrily, annoyed at his sardonic attitude when I was just trying to be nice to my host. “But I can see you’re just going to snarky and rude – so goodnight!” I snapped and spun back the way I had come, snatching my arm free from his hand.

There was pause for a beat as I headed off down the corridor, back the way I had come, before my upper arm was grabbed from behind, “Aww, but doll.” The Joker protested as he pulled me to a stop. I refused to turn around, so he stepped around me till I was forced to face him. I dropped my gaze, even though I couldn’t actually see his face very well now, having left the light behind us in the few strides I had taken. “My snarkiness is only redeeming quality.” He explained teasingly to the top of my head, until he gripped my chin, pulling it up, “Don’t make me get rid of that!” He cried dramatically, but I refused to be placated, keeping my frown in place.

I wrenched my chin from his grip and went to push by him. But he caught me as I moved past, winding his arm around my waist and holding me in place whilst he stepped behind me and held me against his chest.

“I’ll make you a deal, I’ll go to bed, if you go to bed, what da’ya say?” He breathed into my ear, his voice suddenly laced in a seductive tone. His warm breath in my ear and the promises in his voice made me weak and giddy, though I knew it was all wrong.

“I’d say why does everything have to be a deal with you?” I asked shakily, trying to sound strong - though I was anything but that right now – and trying to inch my body away from his own, worried it would betray me.

“Because then I know you’ll uphold your end of the bargain, doll.” He purred, running his free hand down the side of my body, keeping his face close to my ear and pulling me tighter against his chest as he felt my resistance.

“Fine.” I said quickly – anything to get out of this situation right now – and pulling against him again. This time he let me go, staying in place whilst I stepped ahead, turning back to him. “I’m going to bed.” I told him firmly and hurried off down the corridor, practically fleeing and half hoping he wouldn’t follow me.

Why couldn’t I have just stayed in bed? Now I didn’t know what was going to happen but I was pretty sure I had just convinced an insane murdering lunatic to come and sleep in bed next to me.

I was messed up.

I found the room quickly, closing the door behind me – as though, somehow, that would be a deterrent to him – and climbed into bed in the dark. I pulled the covers over me and curled into a tight ball - pretending to be asleep, or at least close to asleep – praying for the slimmest hope that the Joker might just leave me in peace then.

I heard movement down the corridor outside the room and my heart raced. Then the door opened, the bottom scraping along the thick carpet, and then it closed with a frim thud. I screwed my eyes closed tightly but I couldn’t help my ears focusing on every little noise, the tread of footsteps on the carpet, the sound of the tap turning on in the bathroom.

Finally, after many tortuous moments that seemed to take far too long, the bed sunk behind me and I felt a body lie next to mine. I tried to keep my breath even and slow like I was sleeping and I thought I was safe when nothing happened for a few moments.

I jumped, however, when I felt something brush my back and then familiar arms snuck around me, pulling me back against the same hard chest as earlier.

“Why so tense, doll?” J breathed into my hair, making a shiver shoot down my back. I could feel every muscle was wound ridiculously tight, unsure what was happening or would happen next. “Relax.” He breathed again next to my ear. I needed to get his hands off my body. This was wrong. This was why I hadn’t wanted to sleep in this room in the first place.

But I didn’t do anything. It was like I was frozen in place, waiting for something to trigger me into action.

“Speaking of deals…” He purred, referring back to our conversation a few moments ago, “I know a sure way to put a smile on your face…” He purred suggestively, pulling me closer and running his left hand down my body.

I could feel myself trembling under his touch, “No.” I said firmly, trying to pull away as much as I could, but slightly afraid to as well - not sure what he would do at my refusal, this was a crazed murderer after all. His hand froze on my hip at my reaction and I was worried what he was about to do, but then he withdrew it slowly, as though not to spook me.

“Doll?” He asked, but I didn’t move for a few moments, I couldn’t hear any anger or danger in his voice, but I was still afraid in case I set him off. “Doll?” He asked again, moving to grab me, but I shuffled away from him slightly before I then sat up, looking down at my lap. I took a breath and collected all the courage I had left.

I turned to him with confidence I didn’t feel, a professional air about me as though we were in one of his meetings, not both in bed together. “How about we make another deal.” I proposed. He watched me in the darkness, “You accused me that declining your offers out was cheating, right?” I asked quickly before he could interrupt me, the darkness hiding his face which helped my confidence a bit. I thought I saw him nod, “Well,” I continued, “I won’t cheat by refusing to do things, if you don’t cheat by making sexual advances on me, deal?” I asked hurriedly and I wondered if he actually understood a word I had so, or if I had spoken too fast.

He seemed to regard this in silence for a few moments and I was petrified he’d say no – I didn’t have any other ideas to get out of this situation I had made. “You drive a hard bargain, kitten.” He drawled, as though still thinking about his options, “Deal.” He finally declared, his voice not giving away any emotion.

In the dark I felt him shift on the bed so he no longer faced me, I lay back down, staring up at the darkness once more.

“Um – J.” I asked into the darkness.

“What doll?” He asked, sounding a bit irked and a bit tired.

I hesitated a moment, worried it was a stupid question and he’d just get angry – but I wanted to know, “Why are you still in your clothes?” I had felt the buckle of his belt on my back and his shirt on my skin when he held me.

“I sleep in the nude.” He told me, “Didn’t think you’d appreciate that, kitten.“

“Uh – no.” I stuttered in surprise. “T-thanks.” I could feel my cheeks burning and I was glad for the darkness and his back being turned. None the less I swear I heard him chuckle at me.


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Sympathy for the Devil

Second-in-Command to Lucifer, Klaus Mikaelson, and promising Archangel, Caroline Forbes, have a complicated past. What happens when they need to come together to broker a peace deal when so many unresolved feelings linger?

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Present Day - December 23

Klaus carefully inspected his reflection in the large, hotel room mirror. He was attired in a formal suit, his wings tucked neatly beneath its folds but with one exception. Instead of his usual all black ensemble, he’d decided to tuck a familiar, white handkerchief in his jacket pocket. Risky yes, he didn’t want to chance angering Lucifer given he was Second-in-Command but once he’d found out through his network of spies who was accompanying Heaven’s Governing Council to this crisis meeting, it seemed the perfect choice. She did give it to him after all.

Klaus closed his eyes and her face appeared instantly. He’d committed those golden waves, creamy skin and expressive blue eyes to memory. Even her vanilla scent and melodic laugh still lingered after five years. He slowly opened his eyes again, attempting to calm the nerves she’d caused to swirl in his stomach. No one would believe that the all-great-and-powerful Niklaus Mikaelson had a weakness and he had every intention of keeping up the façade, especially given the importance of the upcoming talks.

Earth was middle ground and bustling New York City was chosen for the meeting, mainly because they could go about their business without arousing the suspicions of blissfully unaware and busy humans going about their days.

Klaus looked in the mirror one last time, her beautiful face appearing in the reflection. He held out his hand, running his fingers slowly along the cool glass and across her tempting pink lips, curved into a cheeky smile. Call him crazy but given the sparkle in her eyes, it was almost like she could feel him as much as he could her at that very moment.

5 ½ years earlier

It was a bright, sunny day as Klaus made his way swiftly through the side streets, his eyes darting left to right as he appraised his next target. This was one of the most exclusive areas in Los Angeles and given the wealth per capita and his array of choices this was going to be difficult. He was weighing up between the red Ferrari and the navy Aston Martin, wondering which would return the best profit and possibly earn him the promotion he desired.

Nobody could steal a car like Klaus Mikaelson. His reputation was renowned throughout California and his services were highly sought. Unfortunately, no matter how high the price they offered, he was inextricably tied to the family business. Mikael Mikaelson had built up an impressive and thriving crime ring the past thirty years. Ranging from theft to robbery, drug dealing and arms trading. Being born into this crime syndicate meant that Klaus’ future was already decided. He’d trained as a pick pocket from a young age, all his siblings had, and after a three year stint in prison for armed robbery he was now one of their premium car thieves, turning in the most annual profit in that division on record. But he wanted more and was eyeing up a move into the lucrative drug market.

He noticed a flurry of activity and lifted his sunglasses to make sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him. It was a silver Lamborghini Veneno, one of the rarest cars in the world. A car worth a cool $6.2 million. If this didn’t convince his father to promote him, nothing would.

He made his way across the road, his eyes following the couple as they stepped from the car and made their way into the nearby restaurant. Klaus resisted the urge to groan, what idiot would leave his rare Lamborghini unprotected when they offered a perfectly good valet service? The way Klaus saw it was that he deserved to have it stolen. He approached slowly, sizing up his options. Knowing the sound of the alarm would be immediate, Klaus had to act fast to disable it. Something he was good at thankfully. He admired the gunmetal sheen of the paint in the sunlight, excited for the ensuing joyride and delivering this prize to his father.

He checked around discreetly noticing the foot traffic had decreased significantly, no doubt due to the time of day. As he was about to strike, he heard a loud honk in the distance. Looking over, Klaus could make out a flash of blonde hair and a pair of toned, creamy legs housed under a floral mini-dress. Klaus couldn’t look away, mainly because he had an almost urgent need to see her face. She turned her head, almost on command, an exaggerated eye roll doing nothing to ease his curiosity. She was absolutely breathtaking; it was the only word to describe her looks. Klaus figured she had idiots driving past and beeping most days.

Klaus was finding it difficult to tear his gaze from her. He wondered what her name was. He figured it was probably something stunning to match her natural elegance and what seemed like a cheeky disposition from her facial expression.

He shook his head, attempting to dislodge the distraction, he had a job to do. Before he could look away he heard another car horn in short, sharp bursts but this time it wasn’t one of admiration but one of urgency. In her haste to cross the street, she was directly in the path of an incoming car. She froze to the spot, unable to move. Klaus didn’t think, just sprinted towards her. He didn’t know this mystery woman but there was no way he was going to let her die today.

It all happened in a split second. One minute he was racing towards her and the next she was in his arms as he shielded her from impact. Then he felt an excruciating amount of pain and the world went black.

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The Rugby Player - Calum Hood Smut

Originally posted by 5sossimagine


Word count - 2313

Pairing - Y/N and Calum 

Smut?: Yes! 

A/N: I’ve wanted to write this for so looooong!!!!!

Sucking in a deep breath, you bit your hand and held back a scream. Your whole body tensed and with your other hand you gripped the blanket so tightly the bones of your knuckles looked as if they were about to rip through the skin.

Calum had just been tackled to the ground and he was currently out of sight due to all the men piled on top of him. You hoped he was okay. Last time this had happened he’d been kicked in the face with someone’s studs and the team had to call out medical. He’s merely suffered a black eye, a couple of cuts, concussion and some damage to his pride, but you’d still cried at the state of him afterwards.

“Y/N,” Ashton laughed next to you. “Calm down, he’s fine! He wasn’t tackled, they’re piling on him because he scored.”

“Yeah, but he could still get hurt, Ashton. Why couldn’t he be into swimming like you or be into sitting at home and playing video games like Michael.” You folded your arms grumpily, letting out a sigh of relief when you saw Calum stand up from the pile.

Calum’s eyes immediately found yours and he smirked, sending you a wink before he jogged off down the playing field. You heard some girlish squeals behind you. “Yeesh, why are you guys squealing? He was winking at Y/N.” You heard an unfamiliar voice tell them. Their squeals stopped.

You felt a finger poke your spine and you turned around. Three girls were staring you. They all looked about sixteen. “Are you Calum’s girlfriend?” One of the girls asked.

“Um, yeah.” You shuffled uncomfortably, wanting to turn around and keep an eye on Calum.

“Oh my God! I’m so jealous!” One of the girls wailed and you laughed. “He’s so hot.” She stuck her tongue out and started panting. You couldn’t blame her. You were once like them, drooling over the Maori boy through the television. After a year of fantasising over him, you finally met him in a supermarket.

You’d both gone for the last bag of Doritos, Calum’s quick hands making it easy to snatch them from your reach. You’d looked at him, a mixture of horror and surprise on your face. Horror because you were a sweaty mess from your morning jog and surprise because, well, the Calum Hood had just stolen the last bag of Doritos.

He’d smiled at you, waving the Doritos in your face as he spoke to you, “You can have the Doritos if you give me your phone number.”

Ashton’s voice brought you back from your thoughts and to your conversation before the girls had interrupted you. “Hey, you should be glad he decided to play rugby years ago. If it weren’t for him being a rugby player, you would never have been a fan of rugby and if you weren’t a fan of rugby wouldn’t have worn that rugby shirt in the supermarket which would’ve meant that Calum probably wouldn’t have approached you.”

“Smartass,” you muttered.

You moved your eyes back to the game just as Calum was tackled violently to the ground.

“Okay, now you can freak out.” Ashton shouted as he stood up with the rest of the roaring crowd. You bolted from your seat, scurrying down the stairs to the barrier where Calum’s team manager was stood.

“Is he okay?” You shouted over to the manager.

The man rubbed his hands together. “I’m not sure, that was one of the worst tackles I’ve seen.”

Those were not the words you wanted to hear.

Gripping the metal barrier, you climbed into the area with the manager. If Calum was escorted off, he’d be brought here.

He hadn’t got up yet. He was still lying still on the ground, a couple of his team members stood around him as medical checked him over on the field. Slowly, Calum began to sit up. He looked a little puzzled, a hand raising to his head to wipe the blood from his forehead so that it didn’t go into his eyes.

You saw the medical man speak to the referee and Calum before he helped Calum off the floor and moved him in your direction.

Calum did not look happy and the blood dripping down his face only added to the angry look he had on his face.

The look softened when he saw you. He started to feel less angry and more guilty as he saw the tears streaming down your face. He knew you hated it when he got hurt and he hated it when you cried because of him getting hurt.

He hoofed himself over the barrier and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before turning away so that you couldn’t see the blood.

“Let me play.” You heard him demand.

“Hood, look, that wound doesn’t look like it’s going to heal anytime soon. You need to go to the hospital for some stitches.” His manager told him.

“It’s fine. I’m fine.” He snapped. “I’m the best player on the team. We need to win this match. Just get the medical to stitch me up”

“The medical just check you over. They don’t do stitches or anything. They’re firstaid. And Calum, the team can hold off the other time for another fifteen minutes. It’s probably impossible for them to overtake us now, Hood. we’re too far in front. We’ve already won.”

“Let me pla-”

“Calum! Let your girl take you to the hospital. She looks like she’s about to have a panic attack.”

That seemed to smack some realisation into Calum.

He whipped round and saw your shaking body and heaving chest.

“No, baby, no.” he mumbled, stepping forward and pulling you into his sweat and blood covered shirt. He could feel the rapid beat of your heart against his chest and he moved his hands to stroke your hair and back, a motion that soothed you.

“Don’t panic, don’t cry.” He whispered, rocking you side to side slightly.

“I-I can’t h-help it.” You sputtered out between sobs.

“I know baby, I know. What do you want to do? Want me to take you home?”

“No,” you pushed him away. “I want to take you to the hospital.” Grasping his hands, you kissed his bloody knuckles. “Please.” You muttered against his skin, sensing his reluctance.

He pulled you back into him. “If taking me to the hospital will make you feel better I’ll go.” He told you, not being able to resist your angelic, tear-stained face.

You nodded, tugging him to the exit.

“Feel better now?” Calum mumbled into your shirt.

“Much.” You sighed, brushing your fingers through his hair.

The two of you were currently lying on the bed. Calum was between you legs, he had his arms wrapped around your waist and his head resting of your soft stomach.

You had shut all the blinds and turned off the lights in an attempt to sooth Calum’s headache. He’d refused to take pain killers, saying that “I’m a rugby player, Y/N. I’m too manly for pain killers. Yet here he was, squeezing the life out of you as a wave of pain flashed through his head.

“How ‘bout you?” You asked, tickling the sides of his neck slightly. He groaned and nuzzled his face further into your stomach to avoid your tickling fingers.

“Good. A little sore and tired, but good.” He unwrapped his arms from your waist and pushed himself up so that he could look into your eyes. “And horny.”

“Calum,” you warned. We can’t, you have a headache. And a fractured rib.”

He snorted. “Y/N, please, this is nothing. I’ll be good as new tomorrow. And orgasms will take my mind of the headache.” He smiled smugly.

“Calum, the mood isn’t rea-”

He pushed himself up onto his knees and cut you off, slamming his lips to yours. “Shush.” He grabbed you hand and pulled it towards his shorts. He forced your hand to cup his crotch and you immediately applied pressure. He moaned quietly, unable to control the way his hips thrusted into your hand.

“Y/NNNNN,” he drawled, throwing his head back as you began to palm him through the thin material.

“How did you get this hard?” You giggled when he nearly toppled to the side.

“All you baby, all you.” He pushed your hand away and shucked off his shorts. Apparently Calum hadn’t felt like putting underwear on when he’d put his shorts on.

His curved cock stood proud against his stomach, leaking slightly at the tip. He wrapped a hand around it, stroking it gently. He let go and moved his palm in front of your face. “Spit.” He commanded. You did as you were told, spitting into the palm of his hand.

“Mmm, baby,” he gasped when he held his cock in his hand again.

You edged closer to him. “Calum,” you murmured, not taking your eyes off his dick. “Let me touch. I want to touch, I want to taste. Please.”

Calum pushed away your needy hands. “No, no. Not tonight, baby. You can only watch.”

“Calll, nooooo.” You whined, giving him your best puppy face.

“Y/N, yesssss.” He mocked you, closing his eyes so he surrender to your puppy face.

You groaned, yanking off all of your clothes so that you were completely naked, just like Calum.

“Please let me touch you.” You begged, moving your own hand to touch yourself.

“‘Gimme your fingers, Y/N.” He tapped his lips with a finger on his free hand.

Slowly, you slid your fingers into his mouth, loving the way his tongue curled deftly around your digits. You moaned with him as his tongue gave each finger special attention.

Reluctantly, you moved your fingers out of your mouth and moved them back down to rub yourself. “Good girl.” He groaned at the beautiful sight of you.

After a couple more minutes, Calum got up and moved off the bed. He held out his hand for you to take.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he lead you over to the large armchair in the corner of the room.

“Not what I’m doing. It’s what you’re going to be doing?”

“What?” You gave him a puzzled look as he lowered himself into the chair, keep his legs spread apart.

“I want you to ride my thigh until you come, Y/N.” You watched as his cock twitched at his words.

“You want me to what?”

“You heard me the first time.” He patted his thighs. “Pick a thigh, any thigh.”

You laughed at his cheesiness.

“Which thigh do you recommend, Cal?” You stood in front of him, trailing your fingers up and down his arms.

He closed his eyes at your touch.

“My right leg, your left.” He patted the thigh. “Still no touching though, baby.” He smirked and, once again, curled his hand around his member.

“No fair.” You pouted, positioning yourself over his thigh.

You used his shoulders to find your balance as you lowered yourself down onto him. He traced patterns into the skin on one of your hips with one hand, the other was preoccupied with something else…

“Good girl,” he praised you when you sat properly.

You gasped at the new sensation. You had never ridden Calum’s thigh before. You’d never ridden anyone’s thigh. You were glad it was Calum you were trying it with first, he was perfect for it. He was a rugby player for God’s sake! He had wonderfully toned and thick thighs.

You began to grind yourself slowly at first, simple forward and backward movements. You were already soaking the skin of his thigh and you were thankful you were able to get so wet so quickly because the wetness of his thigh made it ten times easier to slide your nub against his skin.

“‘Atta girl,” he gasped, beating his hand faster. He kept eye contact with you the whole time. And just when you thought the sensation couldn’t get any better, Calum began to rock his foot against the floor, increasing the pleasure for you.

You screeched and gripped his shoulders tighter, adding to the collection of bruises and cuts he already had from the game earlier today.

The tapping of his foot sent delicious shocks of pleasure up your spine and you begged him to touch your tits. “Touch my tits, Cal. Touch them.” You used one hand to grasp an erect nipple and tug on it slightly. Calum growled and pushed your hand away. Using his strong, large ones to tweak the hard little buds.

“You enjoying this, baby? Do you like riding my thigh.”

“Yessss,” you hissed, feeling your eyes getting heavy.

“I can tell you’re close. So so close. Those pretty eyes of yours need to stay open and so does that beautiful mouth of yours, I want to hear you scream when I make you come on my thigh.”

You moaned at his dirty words, feeling the tension in your stomach building rapidly. Both of Calum’s hands were at your hips, quickening your movements.

“‘C’mon baby, ‘c’mon. I know you’re almost there.”

“I’m so close Cal.” You shrieked, feeling your nails pierce into his skin.

“OH, GOD! CALUM!” You screamed as your orgasm hit you like a truck.

Your head fell back and you screamed Calum’s name so many times it was as if it were the only word you knew in the moment. Your body quaked with the strength of your orgasm and your hips bucked a few more times before they finally stopped completely.

Happy and sated, you flopped onto Calum’s chest.

“Can we do that more often?” You asked sheepishly, hiding your blushing face into his chest.

“Of course, baby. But I believe you have to return a favour.” He smirked, gesturing to his rock hard friend.

~Ellie xxx