Emma Swan just wants to write the follow-up to her bestselling debut novel, that’s all. But when she gets off to a rough start with her new editor, Killian Jones, she knows it’s not going according to plan. Then, an unexpected figure from Emma’s past reappears and life begins to mirror the crime thriller she’s penning. Suspicion and secrets abound–but love might too. A writer/editor AU with a thriller twist.
Rated E. Includes sexual content, kidnapping, some gore, and minor character death–not to mention salty language! On Ao3 here.
This first chapter includes swearing and bad attitudes.
Emma is on her way to meet her new editor, Killian Jones. It goes off the rails quickly, but they still have to find a way to work together.
Emma was not excited. Well, she was excited to begin working on her second novel. Her first had been a breakaway hit, surprising her and her publishing house. Apparently people ate up her gritty tale of life as a bail bondsperson and were eager to see a second book from the new darling of thrillers.
Hello! This was originally they start of chapter 19, but I cut it out. I thought some people might still enjoy it though, so here it is!
Kaden reached out, the bed still warm beside
him but no Eleana to be seen. It was still dark out, the house quiet as
Morrigan and Azriel slept. The luxurious bed sheets felt strange on his body,
but stranger still was the feeling of waking up in a bed without Eleana next to
him. As much as he shouldn’t, he didn’t like it. He didn’t like being enclosed
in the cosy sheets if she wasn’t with him.
She was near though, she always was in a way,
and when he rolled over he saw her standing at the window, observing the stars.
She hadn’t noticed him yet, so Kaden took to opportunity to take her in. She
had come in an instant when he’d asked – she’d had to sneak out of home, again.
She hadn’t brought anything with her, and walked up to him and unbuttoned his
shirt, claiming it as her own. She’s giggled as she pulled it from his body,
stripping away the gear she was still wearing and shimming into his shirt.
Kaden felt a strong sense of satisfaction at the sight, her tan, lean body now
wrapped in his scent. He’d presented her with the book then, but she refused to
read it until they were happily in bed and she was comfortable. Apparently, her
being comfortable meant snuggling against his chest while he played with her
hair – that, he didn’t mind at all.
“I remember the first time I saw her. She was wearing this white top thing and I think she had jeans on. She was standing at the bottom of the driveway and I thought… well I thought she was really hot. Really hot. And she gave me this smile…”
Ok so I know this is a day late, but I worked yesterday so
you get a late Valentine’s Day story from me! I’m not gonna lie, it’s super
angsty. I have another story I’m writing that’s 10000000% angsty so take this
while you can! Any who… there was a post recently that since Andre (on
twitter) retweeted about body positivity, that maybe he likes bigger girls and
as one, I will run it into the ground lol. I love this precious bean! Anyway,
If Roni, Rogers and Weaver were to tell Henry that they read his book, what positive / negative things would they say to him?
Again, this is me having a pop at Kitsowitz, not Henry. Okay, so they’re all in Roni’s bar…
Weaver: Okay, so I thought it was a great read up until about half way through. Interesting characters, compelling backstories…
Roni: Yes, I really found myself rooting for the villains more than the heroes
Weaver: Me too *motions for another shot of whisky*
Roni: I thought the Evil Queen was fabulous! *grins*
Weaver: For me it all started to fall apart when Neal died. I mean there were issues leading up to that point, but that was a decision that I couldn’t understand. The characterisation as a whole seemed to suffer after that.
Roni: Yeah, I noticed that the Emma Swan character really changed. And not for the better. When she first came on the scene she was - well, really hot - and then she sort of turned into this pathetic shell…
Rogers: No, I thought that was a great development! See, I’m the opposite to you two. I thought the book got better as it went on. More focus on the dashing rapscallion Captain Hook was needed. And the women should have been more *waves hands* damsel-y
Weaver: *drinks whisky* What the fuck are you talking about?
Rogers: *leans forward* Look, all this independent woman stuff is overdone. A nice guy likes the thrill of a dashing rescue. The whole ‘no one saves me but me’ thing is a turn-off.
Roni: *snorts* Please! I see guys like that Hook character in here every night. Every one of them thinks he’s a tragic romantic hero when he’s really a creep with a drinking problem who can’t take no for an answer. It made zero sense for Emma to end up with someone like him.
Weaver: *snickers into his glass*
Roni: And while we’re on the subject, that thing between Gold and the Queen? Where did that come from?
Weaver: Yes, their past relationship just didn’t have that vibe. It seemed as though it was put in for shock value.
Roni: *nods* Right, I didn’t think that was believable. It would never happen
SO. I’m not doing Inktober, unfortunately, but I still drew this! I LOVE IT. This is my OC Abee, a witch who, as a child, had to live on the streets. That’s her shapeshifter companion Miscreant, or Cree. God I love her.
Prompt #100 please (soulmate one hahaha) with Oikawa tooooooru pretty please love you
This is my first Soulmate AU I hope you enjoy.
my soulmate!?” -Oikawa Tooru
sits back in her chair, sipping her coffee with one hand and scrolling through
Instagram with the other. This is her
typical Friday. After her 8 am class,
she’s free for the rest of the day, so she likes to go to the library and relax
nearly chokes on her drink when she sees
his latest post. His brown eyes
gazing into the camera, a lazy smirk on his face, his perfectly curled hair
falling into his eyes. She stares at the
picture for a little too long before scrolling past it. God dammit, she hates Oikawa Tooru. Well, not really. She hates how hot he is, and how he pays so little attention to her. More than half of their classes are together,
and they’re sort of friends. Their relationship
is just them playfully bullying and throwing sarcastic remarks at each other.
Thoroughly annoyed, she
drops her phone to the table and opens her laptop, deciding to get some work
done to distract herself from her growing frustration and longing. She sighs, looking over at her coffee…and
then down at her exposed forearm. She gently
touches the bold, black letters.
“Is this seat taken?”
doesn’t really know how to feel about the words on her skin. They
could be worse. She often thinks to
herself. But, at the same time, it’s
such a dumb phrase. Growing more
annoyed, she pulls her sweater sleeve down to cover it. Turning her focus to her work, she puts her
headphone in and starts to type.
doesn’t get much work done before she is interrupted by a tap at her shoulder. She pulls one headphone out and looks over to
see a neatly dressed student, she looks up.
Smug, brown eyes meet hers, and her heart just about stops. “Hey, Tooru.”
She forces out, pulling her other headphone out.
smirks at her. “Hi, ___. I’ve never seen you here before, I didn’t
know you knew how to read.” He teases,
his voice soft.
I thought it was about time I learned how to read.” She jokes back. He chuckles.
up?” He asks, leaning against the table.
doing work.” She answers. He points at the chair across from her and
this seat taken?”
eyes widen, and she replies, “No, it’s not.”
furrows his brows, his eyes not leaving hers.
He drops his bag onto the table, and rolls up the sleeve of his right
arm. What she sees amazes her. In the same bold, black print, the words “No,
it’s not.” Are written on his skin. She
stares at his arm, then raises her wide eyes to stare into his. She rolls her own sleeve up, showing her the
words on her arm.
stares at it, while her heart hammers in her chest. They lock eyes again. “You’re
say it like that!” She shouts, smacking
him on the arm. A blush colors his
cheeks, and he starts to laugh.
didn’t mean it like that! I just…” he
smiles “I didn’t expect it to be you.”
crosses her arms. “Disappointed?” She asks, feigning anger.
touches her shoulder, sending an electric shock through her. “Not in the slightest.” His voice is light and honest. She feels a blush color her own cheeks, and
she smiles up at him.
to…go get a coffee?” She asks him
Okay. The first time she thought it was cute (well, really really hot to be honest). The second time, sexy and oh had it made her feel wanted. The third time she didn’t actually notice, she was in too much of a rush to get him inside her. 1/
The asshole had been teasing her for hours that time, caressing her
neck, tweaking her ears, grazing her breasts, pinching her hip, and not
to mention the under the shirt nipple tug he managed (she still had no
clue how he hid that from her parents. Killian was way too good at
working her up while they were out and about). 2/
So yeah, when they had gotten home and she practically tore his pants
off trying to free his cock and get him the hell in her already, she
didn’t notice that he literally tore hers off with the hook. But going
into the laundry and seeing several pairs of torn panties and three
pairs of pants (oh dammit, including her /favourites/! And it had been
ONE WEEK))… Well, she was kind of pissed. “Killian!” she stormed into
the living room, ready to tear him a new one. 3/
“You need to stop fucking ripping my-” She stopped, ruined clothing
still held in her hands. He looked up from his book, raising an eyebrow
at her pause. She felt her face flushing from more than anger, as he lay
down the book and gave her full view of his bare chest. His pecs
rippled as he stretched theatrically, leaning forward to pout at her. 4/
“I ‘need to stop fucking’? But my dearest Emma, I could never do that.
Not when you stand before me, scarlet on your cheeks, bosom heaving,
every nerve radiating need… “ He stood, moving into her space so his
entire frame was only a breath away from hers. 5/
Emma was torn between wanting to throttle him and wanting to jump him
until he circled behind and ran his tongue down her ear. “I do know how
to sew, luv. Put the garments down and I promise all shall be mended.
/Later/.” Well, that certainly made for an easy choice. /6💫 (you wanted
rage yes? or did I misunderstand… )
Ohhhhh, Smut Fairy….this is the PERFECT kind of rage. Bless you, my dear.
Clint x reader where her superhero name is mockingjay and she comes across Clint in his Hawkeye suit & he falls in love & the team makes fun of the name cause their bird names he tracks her down and ask her for dinner and she agrees cute & fluffy
Genre: Romance/fluff Rating: T Warnings: Swearings, injuries mention 2, 479 words
Notes: THIS TOOK ME SOOOOOOOOOOOOO LONG, WHAT THE FUCK. I’m so sorry for the fucking long wait, my nonny. Blame writer’s block and stuff. It took me some good 5 days to finish this and I’m not entirely happy with it buut…I hope you all like it! <3 I apologize for any mistakes since I didn’t really proof read. Thanks for the request, my dear anon!
2 weeks ago
Clint took a glance around him and sighed, muttering a small
It was monday.
It was morning.
He didn’t even have his coffee yet and none of that was
making any sense.
But HYDRA didn’t seem to care about that at all since they
sent a whole squad of their remained soldiers to break the hell loose on New
York streets. Again.
Wanda was taking a few soldiers down with her powers, Pietro
was flashing around to steal their guns (and make them trip purposely) while
Nat and Steve were in hand combat with a group.
And he was…well, he was supposed to be on a roof or at
least trying to take a few soldiers down. Instead he was moping and observing
the whole fight right in the middle of it.
Pietro’s voice filled his ears and instantly his mind
snapped, almost like in a deja-vu.
“Hey old man, watch out!” Pietro screamed looking
pointedly at him, ready to run as Clint turned around, seeing a HYDRA soldier
ready to shoot him.
Okay. This is it. You’re gonna go up there,
and talk to her, and wow her.
tentatively stuck his head around the oak bookcase and peeked at your unaware
figure as you browsed through the books on the shelf.
Here goes,” he murmured, trying to hype himself up as best he could while
walking over to you. “Hey. I noticed the book you’re holding is one I’ve read,
and I just wanted to say that I think it’s a really good one-“
peered at the book you were holding and raised an eyebrow. “You’ve read…
Encyclopaedia of Earthworms?” you questioned sceptically.
Prompt/Requested by: “Anonymous: Hi 💖 I have a request, a bucky x reader where reader is a computer engineer in the Stark Tower and works with her bffs Tony and Bruce (they call themselves the Science Squad). Reader and Bucky have a crush in each other and when Bucky flirts shyly with reader Tony and Bruce stop him because they see reader as their little sister and they want to protect her. They’re like her overprotective big brothers. HAPPY ENDING AND FLUFF PLEASE 🙇💖”
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem-Computer engineer Reader
Word count: 984
Warnings: Language, fluff. You should be aware of my crappy writing too.
A/N: This was so cute to write, I didn’t know if this as fluffy as you wanted because if I get carried away with the fluff… no one can stop me and It’s not good! But anyway I liked this one yay.
There are still prompts to be requested and yeah my requests are still open. Remember that I only write Character x reader stuff not character x character (maybe as a background but no). If you have something to say to me go and hit my askbox is always open!
|| I don’t own Bucky Barnes or any of the Avengers, they belong to Marvel. ||
When Tony met Y/N in college they didn’t get along so well but after a while they realize that they were quite similar, besides Tony’s cockiness of course, and decided to make a truce… that later will evolve in a solid friendship.
Now Y/N was the computer engineer of the Computer Department in the Stark Tower, and from time to times helped SHIELD and The Avengers.
Once that Tony had introduced her to the team she instantly became friends with everyone, but mostly with Bruce, so now they were her best friends, almost as her big brothers.
It was almost midday when Y/N entered in the tower, backpack in her shoulder and sunglasses in her head. She was looking for her partners in crime, she wanted to show them a new program that had developed in her many insomnia nights.
“Y/N?” Bucky’s voice made her look at his direction to face him. He was in his training clothes and a man-bun.
”Fine. I’ll be picking the girl and you’ll have 5 weeks to take her virginity.” Calum said challenging and crossed his arms.
”5 weeks? I can do that in the matter of 5 minutes, Calum.” Ashton stated with confidence
Summary: After switching middle schools, young Ben Solo lands his eyes on who he never expects to be the love of his life. After a four year separation of having to move away with his father, you and Ben are reunited your senior year of high school, only to have an emotional ride that intervenes with the true feelings you two feel for one another–but there’s one major problem, you’re already with somebody else.
A/N: Yay for CB fridays! I truly look forward to fridays just because of cb honestly. A little side note, I’m already writing chapter 22 and I can’t for you guys to read it…although you all have a while to go, sorry! Anyways, enjoy!
Warning: You guessed it, Ben’s a fuckin perv…well, not that much, reader’s kinda one too this time around.
Word Count: 5K+
Pink. Laced. Underwear. Lost in his own dream world, Ben held the bag of ice against his nose, not realizing the blood dripping down until you had walked in and shoved a pair of tampons up his nostrils. “What the hell?” He jumped as you had stood up straight from bending as Ben had been sitting on the cot. “Did you? Did you just-” Removing the icepack and touching the string from the tampons, Ben’s eyebrow arched. “Is that a tampon?”