still have a couple more to make but i am going cross eyed

Star Spangled Man With A...

Avengers team x reader.

Warnings: swearing, violence, implied injury

Word Count: 1,759

First avengers fic please be nice


   “Y/n can you come here please?” Natasha called from somewhere on this floor.

Where on this floor was a completely different matter.

   “Where is ‘here’, Nat?” I called back, standing from my bedroom floor.

   “My room,” she shouted. “I need your help with something,”

I stepped out of my room into the dark hallway, and stealthily made my way to Natasha’s room. just casually using my shadow abilities to blend in with the darkness and travel through the shadows to get to Natasha’s room faster.

   “What do you need?” I leant on her door frame after stepping out of the shadows and watched as she awkwardly tried to assemble a step under her light. “What are you doing?”

   “I’m trying to change the light bulb but someone’s taken the ladder and I’m small,” she huffed as she stacked another book onto the pile of crap in the middle of her room.

I felt someone walked behind me and saw Bucky and Steve headed down the hallway. I caught Steve by the arm, making him stop.

   “Y’know Nat,” I said, dragging Steve into the room. “I can’t help you change your light, but the Star Spangled Man With A Plan Sure Can,”

I smiled like a goofus as they both stared at me and Bucky snorted before continuing down the hall giggling to himself.

   “You’re so proud of your shitty jokes aren’t you?” Natasha laughed finally.

   “Actually I’m just proud of getting that whole sentence out without fucking it up,” I grinned before skipping out of the room. and back into the darkness.

   “You guys swear so much,” I heard Steve mutter.


The following night we’d all settled in the huge living room to hang out and watch a movie.

I couldn’t remember the name of the movie but it had dragons which was cool.

   “Hey Tony,” I called across the room.

   “Yeah?” he said through a mouthful of popcorn.

   “Can you get a tanning bed for the tower?” I asked.

Natasha laughed and Sam choked on his drink at the randomness of my question.

   “Y/n we go outside daily what the hell for?” Tony chuckled at me.

   “I wanna force Steve into it so I can called him The Star Spangle Man With A Tan,” I said plainly, succeeding in holding in my laughter.

Clint clearly wasn’t trying as hard as me as he burst into a fit of giggles on the couch.

Bucky laughed and muttered something that sounded like “eat it Steve” But I couldn’t be sure.

Steve just shook his head turned the volume on the movie up.


The next day we went on a mission was the best I’d ever been on because Steve just kept finding himself in positions where I could take the piss.

The first was in the gym that morning we were working on an agility warm up game and Steve was explaining what he wanted us to do.

   “First you’re going to run the beam while dodging swinging punching bags,” He pointed to one end of the room where that course was set up. “Then you have to make it over the sponge pit via the money bars and avoid being hit with a dodge ball, and then you will climb over the A frame, rescue the ‘civilian’ and carry them back down to safety all the while being attacked by ‘Villains’” 

   “What’s the catch?” I crossed my arms as I looked at the very easy course.

   “You have to make it from here,” he gesture to the start of the track, and still keeping his first arm up he pointed to the end with the other. “To there in 30 seconds or less,”

I noticed he still had his arms both out pointing at each end of the course.

I nudged Natasha in the arm and chuckled.

   “Star Spangled Man With A Wide Arm Span” I stifled my laugh through one hand while pointing at Steve with the other.

   “Y/n your time limit is now 20 seconds,” Steve huffed before hitting the buzzer and Clint began running the course.


The Second time was when we were first out on our mission and some bad guys were fuckin shit up down-town with alien weapons.

A woman was cornered between some cars that had collided and a man with a very strange looking gun that blasted purple plasma rays.

I sank down into the shadow cast by the building I stood behind and traveled to the shadow under the cars behind the the man with the plasma gun.

Sliding out from under the car I kicked my leg out and brought him to the ground, elbowed him in the nose and took his gun.

While he lay squirming in pain on the ground I took the womans hand and began running as fast as I could drag her away from the man. Tossing the gun up to one of Tony’s uninhabited suits.

   “Cap where are you?” I shouted into the coms.

   “Be by your side in a second,” his voice rang in my ear. “Don’t move,”

I stopped running and withing second Steve landed on the hood of one of the bad guys cars right next to me and the woman, holding a couple more of the alien guns.

   “Give me the guns,” I said. “I’ll take them to the suits,”

He tossed the guns to me and I squealed.

   “DON’T THROW A PLASMA RAY AT SOMEONE YOU DOLT!” I shouted.

I secured my grip on the guns and turned to the woman.

   “Hi are you okay?” I asked her. “I’m Shadow what’s your name?”

   “I’m fine,” she said breathless, clearly ecstatic that she’d been saved by the avengers. “My name is Anne,”

   “Ugh YES” I was suddenly so very happy.

The woman looked very confused.

    “Star Spangled Man, Look After Anne,” I shouted as I shoved the woman into Caps arms and dove into another shadow before he could retaliate.


The last was when he was chasing a bad guy and was thrown back through the window of a bakery.

I fly kicked the bad guy into the wall and he slumped to the ground out cold.

   “Cap you okay?” I called as I climbed through the shattered window frame to see a few customers helping him stand. 

The owner of the bakery came around the counter with a pastry dish in her hands and gave it to me. 

I mean we just smashed through the wall of her shop surely it’s not a thank you?

Cap and I exited the bakery and were met by Hawkeye and Black Widow looking at us.

   “Whatcha got there?” Clint eyed the pastry dish in my hands.

It was now that I realised what it was. Immediately I handed it to Steve.

   “The Star Spangled Man With A Fruit Flan,” I put my hands on my hips and grinned proudly so wide my eyes were squinted shut.

My happy streak didn’t last very long because something impacted with the top of my head and I was suddenly very cold. 

And sticky.

I opened my eyes and wiped custard out of my eyes.

   “Did you just dump a perfectly good fruit flan on my head?” I turned and growled at Steve.

   “Dude we could’ve eaten that,” Clint whined.

Steve just smiled with pride that could have mirrored my own.


For the next week or so there was no joke I could have used at the right time so I just had to wait for the right opportunity.

One finally came along.

Cap and Black Widow were sent on a small mission and I was bored so I followed them in the shadows. 

During a scuffle between Cap and one of the targets, Cap was thrown from a 2 story roof and smashed into the roof of a parked (and thankfully empty) minivan.

I immediately pulled out my phone and snapped an unflattering photo of the scene and sank back into the shadows and portalled home.

I sat waiting for their return in the living room ready to project my photo onto the largest screen in the room. As soon as the walked in I called all the other to join me.

   “Guys, guys,” I was shaking with excitement.

   “oh god what did you do?” Bucky sighed with a laugh as I hopped back and forth from one foot to the other.

   “I snapped a really awesome photo,” I half squealed.

I clicked the button that projected what was on my phone to the tv screen and held my hands out in a presenting manner.

   “Ta-daaa!” I smiled and looked around the room at the confused faces of my team.

   “What exactly am I looking at?” Tony asked.

   “It’s The Star Spangled Man In A Minivan,” I yelled happily.

   “How did you even get that picture?” Steve looked astonished. “Did you follow us?”

   “No that would be creepy,” I giggled before sinking into the shadow in the floor and traveling into the hallway.

   “I don’t think anything will ever be as creepy as seeing a smiling chick sink into the floor,” I heard Clint shiver.


I woke up a few days later to F.R.I.D.A.Y telling my that I’d overslept and breakfast was being made in the kitchen where the others had already gathered.

I shot out of bed and ran out of my room, very annoyed at the well lit rooms and hallways that I could’t shadow travel through.

   “Please be Steve, please be Steve,” I chanted to myself as I sprinted down the hallway and jogged on the spot in the elevator to the recreation floor.

I got a number of odd looks from the team who were all assembled around the breakfast table when I burst into the kitchen very short of breath.

Much to my joy, I was greeted by the beautiful sight of Steve frying bacon and eggs on the electric stove.

I failed to control my laboured breathing and huffed my way to the island bench, awkwardly posing on the edge of the counter with a smug grin.

   “Y/n please don-” Steve looked so done but I cut him off.

   “Star Spangled Man With A Pan,” I wheezed with a proud smile. 

   “Damnit!” Clint beat his fist down on the table, startling most of the team. “I’ve been trying to thinkof one for ages I can’t be;live I missed that,”

   “Get your own joke Katniss,” I giggled, siting on the bar stool and winking at Steve.

   “You’re not getting any bacon,” he grumbled and plated some for everyone but me.

Going Down? (Elevator AU)

Overview: You’re running late for work when the elevator at your apartment breaks down. The problem? It happens to break down with you and your obnoxiously attractive next door neighbor stuck inside. (Sirius Black x Reader)

Word Count: About 2,100.

Warning(s): Swearing, enclosed spaces, talks of sex, they’re both sort of assholes.

Note: Elevator AU / Modern AU I wrote within two hours or so. They’re supposed to be in their mid-to-late twenties here. Enjoy! (Alternatively Titled: “Ellie the Elevator”)

MASTERLIST


“Hold the door, please!”

You rushed toward the closing elevator, the sound of your heels muffled by the carpeted floor. With only a few inches to spare, you saw a hand jut out and push the metal door open.

Clutching your purse to your side, you entered the elevator, meeting the deepest pair of grey eyes you had ever seen. With his dark hair and unshaven face, you knew it could only be your notorious neighbor, Sirius Black.

“Hi,” you said, slightly breathless from your run down the hall.

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Happenstance

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: “We don’t meet people by accident. They’re meant to cross our path for a reason” but sometimes it’s a little awkward. 

Word Count:2,565 (wtf?!)

Warnings: Language, Drinking, Implied Sex, The Fluffiest Fluff that ever Fluffed

A/N: Written for Bee’s writing challenge. I’m so sorry… it took me forever to write this. I hope it’s okay. 

Originally posted by cheekychappychris

The bar was empty except for another patron and the bartender who was cleaning mugs with a rag. It was late and you should have been in bed, sleeping soundlessly, but you were too nervous to sleep. So you got dressed in the first clothes that came to hand, grabbed your keys and decided to take a stroll around the neighbourhood.

Of course, that didn’t do a thing to calm your nerves so you settled for the next best thing: a bar not too far from your apartment. You only had a ten dollar bill and some change in your pocket, but it was enough to order their cheapest drink -a vodka cranberry.

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Playing Games

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader

Summary: You and Seth have been playing this game for months now with neither of you truly admitting your feelings for one another. Though, now that you’ve been called up to the main roster from NXT, some things are going to have to change.

A/N: I have no idea if Seth Rollins is actually allergic to peaches or not, but like if he was, that would honestly be torture because I fricken love peaches and he’d really be missing out on the best fruit ever. 

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“Brought you, your favorite, regular Peach Beach with vitamin blend and whey protein enhancers”. 

“Ugh, Lopez, you are far too good to me”. 

“Hey, don’t say I never gave you anything”. 

Gladly, you reach for the smoothie cup placed on the table in front of you and stick the straw between your lips. Seth Rollins - who was always the people pleaser - stands across the table with his arms crossed over his chest, patiently waiting for that sigh of content that always comes from your mouth after gulping down the first sip of your favorite drink. Soon enough, the cold liquid slides down your throat and you move the straw from your mouth, throwing your head back, and letting out a long, satisfying groan. 

God, I can’t believe you’re allergic to peaches, you are seriously missing out on the best fruit”. 

“Eh, I’m more of a pineapple guy myself really.”, Seth shrugs with a growing smirk to match his teasing behavior. 

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Mummy’s Boy - Daddy!Harry Styles Imagine

Originally posted by lovertee

Words: 1,847

Pairing: Harry Styles & (Y/N) (Y/L/N)

Requested: Yes

Requests are OPEN


Harry was surprised when (Y/N) told him that she had to go away for the weekend, it was a surprisement because, she never takes time out for herself. Before they had kids, it was Harry first, then her job. Now it’s her kids, Harry, and then her job. But when she told him, a week prior of that Saturday, that her company wanted her to go out to Scotland for the weekend to do a article, and possibly buy out that company, she could not say no. She could no say no for her company possibly buying out another company, and she did not want to send her assistant to go and screw it up. Therefore she said yes, but the hard thing is the kids.

Harry knows that their kids to his missus, is always her first priority, she always wants to make them happy, be with them, play with them. She loves them more than anything, and Harry knows that. But, when she did tell her that, it was a shock at first, and they, a good job for her company, but then the information sank in and he had to take care of Rosie, and Caleb, on his own without his partner in crime, would be hard part.

Therefore on Thursday night, she was packing, it would only be three days, but to her, she did trust Harry, but she has never left them alone with him for more than five hours, she does not know how the situation would go. So, when she was placing her blouse in the small carry on, he stood behind her, arms crossed, chin high, leaning against the dark chester draws, watching her, was almost aggravating to her. He watched her, burning holes in the back of her head, trying to get her to notice him. She tried to ignore it, she tried her best to go past it, forget it, but she can’t, she can’t leave her baby like that, so she placed the last shirt down and turned out, doing the exact same posture as Harry, but she gave up several seconds later, she placed her arms to her side, and looked at him, a sorry expression trying to show.

“I don’t know if you’re upset with me because I’m leaving you, or that you’re alone with the kids?” She says, he pushes off, walking up to her, giving her the same look, but placing his hands in a loving matter, rubbing her arms, gently.

“Both, you’re leaving me this weekend, the bed will be empty, cold, even. No morning kisses, with light shining through, oh, and no morning sex, (Y/N), no sex for three days, I can’t do that.” He stated, she went wide-eyed, giving him a look of how pathetic he is.

“Harry, for goodness sake, you’re acting like a horny teenager, you’ve been gone months before, leaving me to deal with stuff like that, and the one time I leave you for three, small days, you are complaining. You can survive for those three days, if you really want sex, there is always the option of wanking off, but I am not changing my plans.” She told him, moving past him to grab her jeans from the draws.

“But, love-” He was interrupted.

“No, Harry, I love you, but you need to let me do this, ok. I have given up for three years, my passion, my job. You know how passionate I am about this stuff, please let me, I’ll make it up for you.” She told him, instantly, when she told him that’ll she make it up for him, he was fine with her leaving. He nodded, a smile on his lips, telling her a quick and cheerful ‘ok’ and walking out of the room. She laughed from his actions and continued on with packing.


That morning when she left, bright and early, she did say bye to Harry, but not the kids. When either she or Harry said bye to them, they would throw a mental breakdown, and that breaks both of their hearts, therefore they decided to not say bye anymore until they have matured enough to behave proper, so, they just leave without them knowing and play it off cool.

The first two days was fine, Harry told the kids that mummy was at the store, or that she was at Auntie Gem’s or that she was at a friend’s, whenever they asked, and they simply thought that she’ll be back in a couple of hours. The three of them went and stayed at his mum’s house for two days, he did need a little of help to handle the two of them because Rosie was walking now at one years old, and he needed to be watching her a lot to make sure that she was not up to any trouble. With Caleb, at three, he was at the stage of wanting everything, so he throws tantrums and hits, therefore, Harry was constantly stress with balancing both kids, and it would help a ton with some extra help, but those few days went well. It was really the last day, Sunday, that hit him like a brick.

He woke up, back into his and the missus’ room, the right side of the bed was cold, another reminder that she was still in Scotland and was coming home later that day, but it was not the normal light that woke up him up, it was the wailing from next door.

Harry pulled on his pajama pants, and threw on a shirt and walked out, Caleb’s room was on the left, therefore he slowly opened the door revealing a crying, three year old with little curls of blonde hair, and deep hazel eyes. He automatically turned into daddy mode and started to shush him, telling him that daddy was there, no worries. Harry placed his ringless fingers under his son’s armpits and picked him up, gently bouncing him, shushing him in a gentle manner.

“What’s wrong baby, what’s wrong, daddy’s here.” He said, but the minute he went into Harry’s arms, Caleb started to push away, squirming away, still sobbing. Harry tried his best to keep hold of him since of how big he was getting, but he eventually sat down in the rocking chair, sitting him up, trying to find out is wrong. His diaper did not stink, the only option was that he was hungry.

“Mummy.” Caleb, simply said, sobs in between the syllables. Harry started to show sympathy, he felt bad.

“Mummy will be home soon buddy, she will be home in a couple of hours, she’s just out right now.” He said, trying to rock him, but his little boy, who was only in a diaper was still fussing. Harry has never seen him so depressed, he looked tired, and sleep deprived. He started to push away, but Harry kept holding on.

“No, mummy, now.” Caleb, was still sobbing. Harry picked him up and placed him close to his chest, and walked downstairs, hoping not to wake up his little baby girl. But he was still whining, and squirming. The minute he got down to the kitchen, he sent Caleb in his high chair, sobs still coming out. It made Harry’s heart weaken, seeing his big baby all upset, not wanting him, but his mummy.

He walked to the fridge, and pulled out some milk, gently pouring it in a pot, and turning it to medium-high, and nuking it for a few moment, until it was lukewarm. Then he placed it in the bottle, screwing the top on. He looked up noticing it was only six o’clock, which was a normal thing, both kids were early birds, like him. But he began to hear a faint cry, coming from upstairs. He placed the bottle to Caleb, that he took acceptably, which gave Harry the ‘thank God!’ feeling within, but here comes phase two, his daughter.

He raced upstair, quickly as possible, turning the corner. “Morning, poppet!” He chirped, when she came into view with the redhead. He picked her up with please and gave her a kiss on her head. Rosie just snugged into him, gripping on his arm. Mumbling, and gurgling, ‘Daddy’. He picked up her blanket, and walked downstairs as fast as he possibly could, thankful that Caleb was still drinking. He placed Rosie in her highchair, giving her a bowl from the fridge of mushed food. 

Only problem, Alfie was soon done and started to cry again, Rosie dropped her spoon on the counter and covered her ears with her tiny hands, shaking her head. Harry did the second thing that would soothe him, he picked Caleb up and sat down on the couch, pulling his shirt off, placing Caleb on his chest, chest to chest therapy, it did wonders to both kids at states like this. Harry rubbed his back in a circular motion, over and over, until his cries turned in soft snores, that took an hour and a half to do, still doing chores around the house, keeping Rosie fed and with milk. 

But, he heard keys jiggling, and the sound of the door unlocking, which made him confused. The door opened a few seconds later, and a bang of a suitcase hitting the floor, with the same voice he will love forever, calling out.

“Hello, I’m home, H, babe, Caleb, lovely, where are you all?” She asked, Harry knew it was her.

“In the living room, love.” Harry responded, Rosie dropped her blocks on the highchair, screaming out in excitement, and saying, ‘Mummy’ over and over again. (Y/N) finally made it through and saw her husband on the couch with a baby on his chest. A smile pulled on her lips, she started to walk up to Harry pulled his chin up for a quick kiss.

“Was he being fussy?” She asked, he nodded and laugh.

“You can’t imagine.” He stated. She walked to Rosie, picking her up and kissing her head repeatedly, sitting next to her husband. 

“How’d it go, tell me the details?” She questioned.

“It was fine, went to Mum’s, baked, played a with cars and blocks a lot, hmm’ Rose and Caleb, but it was all good. This fella was starting to be fussy an hour ago, but all good now.” He told her, “But tell me, why are you home so early?’ He asked, she leaned her head against his shoulder.

“The meeting went quicker than expect, I took the failing company under my wing, all good, now, nothing like this will happen soon.” She told him, he laughed.

“Thank God, I don’t think I can do one of these weekends again. I love you.” He told her, sighing in relief.

“Ok, now I’m scared.”

“Don’t worry, it was all good, it was just a lot of stress between a stubborn three year old, and a walking one year old.” He told her, she laughed.

“Welcome to my life. I love you too, gorgeous.” She told him, smiling at him.


This was requested by: @tiaameliapnina

I tweaked it a bit since I wanted it to follow into my series, but thank you for requesting!

Requests are open: Ask

Lots of Love,

-Ava xx

This Is Why You Woke Me (Peter Quill x reader)

Request: regaltempo said:Hello! My request is a Peter Quill x Reader. The reader is a human too, who likes and plays classical music on violin, and one day when you think everyone is asleep in the ship you practice on your violin, but little do you know Peter is listening to you on the other side of the wall. After you’re finished he shows himself and asks for a dance and you play a cassette tape of classical music and dance the waltz together. Thank you!  Peter probably has never heard of classical music before. That could be why he is so interested in hearing the music at night. And the reader could be surprised that he doesn’t know and they compromise and he teaches you how to dance and you play classical music for him during the night. And maybe some kissing.

Follow up to Why Did You Wake Me?

“I don’t think she likes me,” Peter groaned quietly, sitting in the pilot seat of the ship and swiveling the chair back and forth nervously.  His friends sat behind him, listing to him complain for the last several hours and growing impatient at the incessant whining session.  “She sits in her room all day and barely says two words to me.”

“I agree that she does not like you.  It’s obvious and you are quite right in finally noticing it,” Drax nodded eagerly, reaching out to slap his friend supportively on the arm, only to have him pull it from his reach.  “This makes you sad.  Would you like to me to speak to her for you and find out why her hatred runs so deeply?”

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Baby Daddy: Birth

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson


(NOT MY PICTURE)

N/A - this is scene is so magic I just had to have it on this imagine, even though it’s not a gif. I’m sorry it took so long to be out, as I said, I was sick. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy. :)

*Requested

Imagine: You and Klaus are chilling and talking at a large bed when you suddenly goes into labour. 

Word Count: 2817

Resting in a huge soft mattress, you thought about no one bothered to let you know how hard being pregnant was. The fact you had a little person growing inside of you was weird. Oh, if only that was it… The baby kicked, twisted and danced a lot, making a whole party in your uterus. Every. Single. Day. And Klaus, who should be helping and regretting for putting you through this, would only laugh, saying it was cute. Also, that she had his impulsive genes. God, you hoped he was wrong!

“Oh no, baby.” You whispered, feeling it move. “I know it’s tight in there, but try to stay still.”

“Are you in pain, love?”

“Huh? Nah, I’m fine. A little bit uncomfortable, though.”

“It’s almost over.” He sat straight in the bed and stroke your belly, which made you smile. “Hey, sweetheart. It’s daddy.”

The baby girl kicked, almost as if she recognised who was talking to her. Klaus let a genuine grin slip under the response of his daughter and your heart warmed up at the sight. It was wonderful to see him as his true version. No anger, no resentment, not anything, just the man you have come to love very much.

“Y/N? Are you in there?”

You giggled, stretching your arm to touch the wrinkle formed between his eyebrows from the frowning. Klaus grasped your wrist, carefully, then placed a kiss on the soft skin, making you shudder. Yes, it did not matter that you were nine months pregnant, the man still managed to soak up your panties.

“Not fair, Niklaus…”

“I miss you so much…” He hummed against your forehead. “Your silky moans when I go down on you. Or the mewls whenever a kiss you right here.”

Klaus leant in, nuzzling on your neck and letting your scent intoxicate him. The reaction came pretty quickly to you, for it made you clutch a lock of his hair and pull it as hard as you could. He groaned, tightening the grip on your shoulders. After a lot of teasing, the blond man finally kissed you. His plump and warm lips connected to yours in a perfect match.

“Hum, allowed to make a fun fact?” Your voice was merely a whisper, while you stared deep into his blue eyes.

“Go ahead.”

“I know an effective method to help start the labouring process.”

“Like actually help you get that baby out sooner?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Share it, then!” 

You laughed.

“We need to have sex. Lots of it.”

"W-What?” He stuttered, surprised. “Sex helps?”

“It does.”

“So let’s get that started.”

The Mikaelson attacked your lips once more, only this time more wildly and lewd. You smirked between kisses, grasping the collar of his shirt and pulling him closer. However, before you could go any further, a sharp pain invaded your body, which lead you to stop everything.

“What is it, love?”

“Don’t freak out, OK?”

“I can’t promise anything when you say it like that… Come on, Y/N, tell me what is going on!”

“Alright.” You clenched your jaw, enduring the second contraction. “The baby is coming.”

“Huh? Are you sure?”

“Yes. Pretty sure.”

“What do I do?” Klaus looked lost and you felt sorry for him. 

“I don’t know!” You cried, feeling the pain crawling up your body again. “Go off to find Davina, she might have herbs or any knowledge that could help.”

“I won’t leave you alone.”

“Please, Klaus! I don’t think I can withstand this much pain.” Your voice was now barely a whisper. “Get Davina. For me.”

“Alright. But Rebekah and Elijah will be with you while I get the witch. Stay still.”

“Yeah, I’ll do my best.” You retorted, sarcastic. 

Like you could actually move from where you were under such a unbearable pain. It was utterly awful, something like being torn apart from the insides. Again, a scream slipped, which made you realise that keeping it together was no longer an option. Heck, you needed your brothers so much… Damon would make the whole situation lighter, whilst Stefan could give you support. You sighed, hating the idea of them not being around. 

“OK, screw this. I’m calling them.” You reached your cell, which was lying on the nightstand and dialled the Salvatore mansion’s number. 

Hello?

Urgh, hi, brother. I’m sorry I’ve been so… Ah! Absent lately.”

You sound tired.

“I am. That’s exactly why I called you.”

Because you’re tired?”

You giggled and shook your head.

“No, I called because your niece decided that today is the day she comes to meet this world. Oh, for God’s sake this hurts!”

What?!” His voice sounded like he was shocked. “You’re having the baby right now?”

“Sort of.” You shrugged and Klaus returned to the room, bringing two of his siblings with him. “Can you come?”

Yes, of course I can. I’ll be there in five.

He hung up and you were left alone with your new found family, which were incredibly silent. 

The Mikaelson siblings soon shook it off, splitting and begginning to work on making you comfortable. Rebekah sat by your side, cleaning your forehead with a warm white cloth, while Elijah brought some clean sheets and a towel, probably for the baby. Klaus, on the other hand, kept looking at you with desaprovement infused on his eyes. There was no doubt that he was acting like that because of the call. Your boyfriend developed a huge resentment towards Damon and Stefan and it did not matter what you said on the subject, the man would not cave in.  

“OK, do not give me that look. Get me my witch and don’t worry about my siblings.”

“You shouldn’t have called them here!" 

"Niklaus Mikaelson, I’m giving birth to your daughter. It’s no time to be fighting, alright?”

“She’s right, Nik. We need as much help as we can get." 

He huffed and crossed his arms. 

"This is not over.”

“I really don’t care, Klaus.” You sighed. “Just help me, OK? We can discuss everything later. After she’s born and safe.”

Since the Mikaelson could not bear the sight of you hurting, he agreed to your terms and left to find Davina. A second later, another set of labouring cramps came and, heck, you were so going to need drugs. 


[A couple of hours later]

“Bekah, this hurts!” You whimpered, screwing your eyes shut. 

“Oh, darling. I know it does.”

The blonde stroke your forehead, which by now was all covered in sweat. 

“Thanks for being here." 

Your mere whisper made the girl smile. Poor Rebekah. She was doing everything she could to make you comfortable, yet, as the time passed, the ache only grew worse. And nothing in that goddamned house was able ease what you were feeling. 

"Elijah, please, call out brother." 

"He doesn’t seem to be getting the calls at all.”

“She needs him, don’t you see?”

“I can watch out for her.” Stefan said, stepping out the couch near the big window. “I’m used to that by now, since she’s my sister.

Oh, yes. He had arrived a little after your boyfriend left, offering his support and helping hand. Yet, despite all of the good intentions the Salvatore had, he was definitely not allowed to come close. Doomed to observe you from a cold furniture. It was rather sad. However, there was not much you could do about it. 

“Oh, dear Stefan. I’m not sure my brother would appreciate if we allow you to do that.”

“And we certainly don’t care.” A sassy voice echoed, coming from the door. “Now, if you excuse me, I have to take my baby sister away from you guys.”

“Damon?”

“Thank me later, sis.”

“Are you crazy?” Elijah questioned, eyes widened. “We are not letting you get Y/N away from here. Otherwise…”

“… Klaus will go oh so pyschotic and destroy the whole town? Yeah, I know. Save it. I’ll take her to Bonnie, she has some witchy stuff that will help.”

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Marauder’s: A Naughty Fiction (Part 6) SMUT

Requested?: No

Prompt: Y/N has always been a student at Hogwarts but has gone through her years practically unnoticed by anyone that caught her eye. This year, she expects that to change. Instead of shoving her nose between the pages of books someone will be begin to take quite the interest in her. Watch her finish off her last year of schooling while fucking around with guys along the way.

Warnings?: Smut, DRUGS, alcohol, cursing

Words: 3,492

A/N: sorry this took me forver to put out and write, i’ve been having writers block lately. ANYWAY, I just finished this about five minutes ago and haven’t read over it too thoroughly so there might be a few mistakes. Much love and keep requesting :))))

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Why do I do what I do? Merlin, I fucking hate myself. One minute I am collected, and the next i’m off the chain, what the hell is going on with me?

I don’t like him, I don’t

Yet, I crave him so much

But maybe it’s not a want

It’s a need.

I bloody need him.

I want to feel him once again, but this time I want him to remember, I want him to remember.

All night these dastardly thoughts have been racing through my head, the night me and Sirius shared resides in the darkest parts of my memories, for I shouldn’t even dare to remember at all, yet I do, I keep thinking about it, and it just makes me want it more and more.


When I awoke I had a massive headache, my eyes could barely open because of the bright sunlight shining in on me. I twitched slightly, too tired to pull the covers over my head.

“Morning.” Lily said.

I peered over to her, she was sitting on her bed, a cup of tea nestled in between her hands, and a pair of sunglasses placed on her nose.

“Need some?” She questioned, referencing to her sunglasses. “S’quite bright in here.”

I sat up slowly, rubbing the bridge of my nose.

“What the hell happened last night?” I asked, looking down at a set of lingerie lying on the floor.

“Well, we got drunk, and I mean bloody drunk,” She said, getting excited. “I brought some of my favorite muggle alcohol and you and I finished them off.”

“Me and you finished off two bottles of…” I looked down at the floor reading the labels on the front of the glass. “Jack Daniels?”

Lily got quiet all of the sudden, looking down into her mug.

“Lily…” I pressed. “Who else was with us?”

She stayed quiet, still looking longingly into her mug.

“Just James, and Remus and Peter…” She said half-heartedly.

“You’re telling me Remus drank hard liquor? Because we both know good and well he doesn’t drink hard liquor.”

“…And Sirius.” She said quietly, sounding ashamed.

“And Sirius!” I laughed sarcastically, getting angry.

“Lily,” I questioned.” “What the hell happened last night?”


the night before…


“He did what!” Lily whisper yelled at me, dragging me into the corner.

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms protectively.

“How many times do I have to say it. I started freaking out, then I leant up and kissed him.”

Lily scoffed, not knowing what to say.

“What?” I yelled. “It’s not like I haven’t kissed him before!”

“Y/N…” She sighed. “This is different, you were…you were…”

“Lucid? Yeah I know.”

She eyed me up and down, flashing me a quizzical look.

“You don’t like him… do you?”

I got choked up, my air catching in my throat

“Pshh… What, me? Like Sirius? Haha, of course not!” I said, trying to play it off, but the thoughts inside my head were contradicting everything I was saying.

She raised her brow at me and shook her head as we walked into the common room, running into James and Remus.

“Oi, where are you two off to?” James asked, pulling Lily into a hug.

“Just going upstairs, a long day it’s been.” Lily replied, rummaging her head into his neck.

“What she said.” I added.

“Are you guys not going to the party tonight?” Remus asks, smiling at me.

“Party?” I asked. “What party?”

“Just a house party for Gryffindor’s, maybe a few Hufflepuff’s.” Remus added.

I scoffed, biting my lip instinctively.

“No Slytherins?” I asked.

“Merlin no, definitely not. Sirius made it very clear he didn’t want them here.”

James coughed and nudged Remus’ side, I guess that was something he wasn’t supposed to say. Me and Lily looked at each other suspiciously and waltzed up the stairs to our room.


“What are you wearing?” Lily yelled to me from the bathroom.

I couldn’t find anything I wanted to wear in my wardrobe despite the countless dresses and denim I had all lined up.  

“Not sure yet.” I added.

She walked out of the bathroom, sliding in an earring, her hair freshly curled and bouncing along with each step.

“Let me look.” She said, pushing me out of the way and searching my wardrobe.

Then it caught her eye, the light pink, holographic dress. It was tight up top and flared out at the bottom, quite skimpy. If I bent over too far everyone would have quite the view of my arse.

“This,” She said. “This is what you’re going to wear.”

“That?” I yelled, a bit curious.

“Yes that! You’ll be the talk of the school, why haven’t you worn it yet?” She asked.

“Well it was more of a collective purchase, I wasn’t planning on wearing it.”

“Well you will tonight, and I bet you’ll get more than just a few cheeky glances.” She said, winking.

I rolled my eyes, but gave into her pressure, slipping up the small dress wearing nothing but dark red underwear beneath.


“We look good.” She said, I agreed, nodding along with her.

“Great, even.” I added.

My hair, once again, sat high atop my head, my makeup still natural, but with a hint of flare.

“Let’s go.”


The party music was booming, we heard the rumble from atop the stairs. Some couples were getting a head start already, pushing each other up against their bedroom doors, making out vigorously.

“Bet ten galleons you’ll fuck Sirius tonight.”

“I won’t so, you’re on.”

“You will.” Was all she said and we began to strut towards the compacted crowd.

The moment I stepped foot on the floor seemed all the attention in the room was on me. Guys were ogling over me, girls were slapping their men on the arms so they’d pay attention to them, yet I could careless. I had one person on my mind, I had one person I wanted to impress.

I saw him with James and Remus and a few other guys from our house horsing around with one another. They all had drinks in their hands and seemed a little buzzed. I looked down quickly, checking my dress to make sure I looked alright, that there were no wrinkles. Why did I care so much? Maybe Lily was right, maybe I did like him, maybe I just couldn’t accept it.

When I looked back up he was already staring at me, his mouth watering. His eyes met mine, intensely. He stared into them for a good five seconds before they started travelling down, lower and lower. The guys around him began to notice.

“Sirius?” Remus shouted to him. “Are you alrigh-”

And that’s when the others caught on, when they all got sight of me. Something about this dress was illuminating, it made me stand out against everyone in the crowd. Sirius finally took a sip of his drink, still staring at me. He chugged it all down, placing it on a table next to him, and waltzing over to me.

“Fancy seeing you here t’night, you look ravishing.” He said wrapping his arm around my waist pulling me into him, whispering the last part of the sentence into my ear.

“Thank you.” I gulped, barely being able to speak, my stomach erupting with butterflies.

“Well,” James said, Sirius still gazing into my eyes. “Let’s get this party started.”


One shot, lime, two shots, lime, three shots, lime. Apparently I liked tequila.

My vision began to lighten as the liquor in my stomach began to churn, cooking up a spell. Sirius stood behind me, his hand around my front, he held a  lime in his mouth and each time I downed another i’d turn around and suck the juice out of it, making sure to look him right in the eyes.

“Sirius, Y/N!” Lily slurred, her pupils insanely dilated.

“Evans!” I yelled. “What the hell are you on!”

“Molly… or maybe it was acid, either way come upstairs with us!” She yelled back, undeniably fucked up.

“Upstairs? The party is down here!” I shouted back, making sure she heard me over the music.

“Yeah but upstairs I have two bottles of Jack Daniels with our names on it.” She said with a sly smile, biting down on her tongue with her teeth.

I looked up at Sirius who was already looking down at me. We both nodded to each other and followed Lily, James, Remus, Peter and two other guys up the stairs to our dorm room.


“Whiskey for everyone!” Lily yelled, us all stumbling into the room after her, everyone giggling back and forth to one another over our drunken states.

She pulled out eight shot glasses and placed them all upside down on the floor, Remus rolled a blunt and placed it down next to them, while Peter peppered a few psychedelics here and there.

“Let’s play a game!” She squealed, pulling us all down to the floor, Sirius pulling me into his lap, he didn’t like the hungry looks every guy was giving me.

“Truth or dare,” James said. “The game for the brave and the… weak.”

He proceeded then to go over the rules of the game, saying that if you refused a truth or a dare you had one of three options; take a shot, hit the blunt, or take a psychedelic, and if you had already chose one, the next time you’d have to pick another.


We were an hour into the game, but still barely made a dent into it. Remus and Peter were stoned out of their minds, Lily and I well, let’s just say we drank a little more than anticipated, and everyone had officially taken at least one psychedelic.

“Lily, Y/N,” One of the other guys with us murmured. “Truth or dare?”

“Both of us?” I asked, slurring my words.

“Both of you.”

“Isn’t that like, against the rules?”

“Nope,” He said, popping the P. “So what’ll it be?”

I was about to speak before Lily answered for me.

“Dare.” Lily said suddenly, a devilish gleam In her eye.

The guy started laughing, and whispered something into one of the other guys ears.

“Strip.” Was all he said, leaning back on his hands.

Since I was far from sober, the phrase was almost like music to my ears, but a clarifying sobriety deep down was yelling at me, telling me not to do it.

“You’re not too pussy are you?” He asked.

Me and lily looked to one another, raising our eyebrows.

“M’not too pussy, maybe Y/N, but not me.” Lily slurred, standing up all wobbly.

“Well, I said both of you, so strip or pick.” He said, the word pick referring to the drugs.

“This isn’t fair,” I whined. “You lads will take advantage of us!”

“Advantage?” The bloke questioned. “Never in a million years.”

I looked down to Sirius who seemed rather annoyed, jealous the other boys could see me… exposed.

“Or,” The boy called. “Give me and… Remus a lap dance.”

“What?” Remus asked, the statement sending him quickly back into reality.

“You heard me Moony. I mean if you don’t want to I bet there’s someone who’s far more anxious to take your place.”

I looked to Sirius who was watching me like a hawk, he looked like he wanted to kill the guy who had dared me, his blood boiling and pumping through his veins.

“I’ll do it,” Sirius said all of the sudden, loud and stern, his jaw clenching. “Give me the lap dance.”

He stood up swiftly, his hand grasping onto my upper arm, a tight lock on it.

“And slip into something more… comfortable.”

Me and Lily disappeared into the bathroom, pulling two select pieces from our wardrobe. James was pass out drunk, he slept soundly on the wooden floor so Lily had no choice but give one of the others a lap dance. We were both still under the influence, completely hammered, so I left on my dark red underwear but slipped a bra over my breasts and a silk teddy over the top as well.  

“C’mon ladies,” He called. “Don’t keep us waiting.”

We both sauntered out, Lily’s hips swaying much more than mine. The sudden exposure of my skin making an uncomfortable feeling erupt from within me, my hands instinctively wrapping around my chest.

“C’mon, don’t be shy.”

I dropped my hands walking right towards Sirius, an angry look still plastered on his face.

“Merlin…” I heard a boy call.

I looked over to my right and Lily had already began to dance. Getting low to the ground, swaying her hips, rubbing up on all the guys around her. I saw Remus scoot backwards, undeniably uncomfortable, yet he still watched from afar, a strange sight it was indeed.

I straddled Sirius, my legs wrapping around his lap, sinking down onto his crotch. His hands never touched me, they just held him up from behind, his eyes looking into mine then down my body quizzically.

“This feels so, familiar.” He stated, trying to sound calm but still I heard the rage spitting through his teeth. He really didn’t like the looks they were all giving me.

“Familiar?” I asked, acting like I had no clue to what he was referring to, watching him try to figure out what about this was so strange.

But I knew, I knew the feeling, a feeling I’ve been trying to shake ever since it happened, no matter how badly I didn’t want to. He was remembering the time we spent together, that I prayed so dearly he’d forget.

Suddenly I was being lifted off Sirius lap and placed into someone elses, their hands gripping roughly to my hips.

“If you’re not going to do anything to her I sure as bloody hell will!” One of the boys from earlier squawked.

He looked at me with a distinct hunger in his eyes, he was devouring me with them. He started moving me up and down onto his crotch, trying to get some friction between the two of us. This is not how I wanted it, this wasn’t how I wanted any of this to be. Suddenly I heard a thud and a shuffling of feet and once again I was being yanked off someone else’s lap. Sirius threw me off to the side, and yanked up the kid who pulled me into his lap by his collar.

“Who the hell do you think you are, mate?” Sirius yelled. “You think you can bloody treat a woman like that, my woman?”

The guy was petrified, looking at Sirius then back to me.

“D-didn’t know she was yours, mate!” He squealed while falling back down onto the floor with a thud.  

And for the last time Sirius yanked me up, throwing me over his shoulder, and pulled me into the bathroom. I was pushed harshly against the door, smacking my head a tad on the wood. I felt Sirius’ hands wrap around my waist, one of them also holding me up under my bum. He rested his head on my chest and stayed quiet, my hand landed in his hair, playing with it.

“Sirius?” I asked looking down at him sleepily, watching his chest heave up and down.

“Hmm?” He asked.

“Didn’t know I was yours…” I said playfully, biting my lip, a small smile sweeping up onto my face.

He smiled into my skin, I felt the stretching of his lips against my chest,a low rumble escaping them.

“You aren’t really… s’just like you is all… got a tad jealous.”

“A tad?” I asked, pulling his chin up so he looked at me, he tried to hold back a smile on his face.

We were startled by Lily’s playful squealing coming from my room, and the sound of pounding music being turned up. We looked back to one another and began to laugh and he set me back down on my feet.

“You’re drunk.” He said laughing.

“So are you!” I yelled back, poking his chest.

“Yeah but I wasn’t the one who almost gave four different guys a lapdance.”

“You’re just jealous.” I said, sticking my nose up in the air, walking away from him.

“Oi!” He yelled. “Of what?”

“You wanted one, a lap dance.”

“Did I now?” He asked, testing me. “How are you so sure?”

“Well for starters I saw your dick jump out of your pants when I walked out of the bathro-” I couldn’t even finish my sentence before he cut me off, tackling me to the ground.

“We won speak of this!” He yelled playfully, pushing his hand over my mouth.

And suddenly we were in the position again, me straddling him, my crotch coming close and closer to his. He looked down at me on his lap, one of his eyebrows raising, then looked back up at my outfit. I kept my eyes on his, watching him as I lowered myself a top his pants, pressing down hard.

“Y/N,” He moaned, his head falling back. “You’re drunk.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want.” I said back.

And with that sentence he latched on tightly to my hips as I began to grind harder and harder onto his erection. My hands flying back into his hair, my fingers tangling themselves within the strands.

I turned around swiftly, trying to synchronize my moves to the beat of the music. I began to pull my teddy down, strap by strap, making sure to give him a show. He sat there, leant back, watching me with a glaze over his eyes. I dropped the pink silk to the floor, becoming exposed to him like I was that one time.

I bent over infront of his face, then sat down on him backwards, his hands massaging hard into the skin of my ass. I moved my bum into the crotch of his jeans again, enjoying the sound of his breathless moans escaping from his lips.

I pushed him down on his back sitting down on his stomach and leant down to kiss him. Our lips pushing into each other roughly. There was a definite need there. I heard him whimper as I bit down on his bottom lip, pulling on the now pinkened skin.

I began to scooch my crotch lower and lower until I was perched on his cock again, grinding hard down onto it. I began to dry hump him, suddenly feeling the pleasure from my side. To make the friction much greater, Sirius pushed himself up on his hand, rubbing himself into as I was to him.

His mouth was wide open, attaching to my neck from time to time. I rubbed vigorously into him, the material of my panties beginning to bunch up onto one side. I could tell he was getting close, the sound of my moans filling his ears and a sudden wetness now covering his clothed cock. Then I watched as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he let out a throaty district  moan, saying my name softly as he came. I too, trying my hardest still to reach my desired place, and within no time I was there, a moaning mess just like him.

He fell back onto the floor and I feel on top of his, my ear to his chest listening to the pounding of his heart and the shortness in his breath.

“Hot damn,” He said. “I don’t think I’ve ever came so hard in my life.”


The room was now empty, no sounds of music, no more squealing. Lily had finally laid her head to rest that night, Remus tucking her in after she got a little too crazy with that one boy from their house. Her soft snores were the only thing filling the room, well, that and the sound of Sirius whispering to Y/N, goodnight.

She slipped into bed as well, looking up to him as he placed a chaste kiss to her forehead, praising her once again for the beautiful work she had done that night. He walked out of the room, a small smiled placed across his face as he hopped quietly back to his dorm.


When he entered he sat down on his bed, laughing at James sprawled out on the floor, Peter looking practically dead, and Remus asleep as snug as a bug under his covers. Sirius peered over to his bedside table, looking at the family photo which sat gloomily next to him. Not a hint of a smile coming from any of their faces in the picture. He picked it up, getting a closer look at his brother whom he envied so deeply, but wanted to love so bad. The green surrounding the picture frame seemed to look so obscure next to the red lace panties that were sitting behind it.

Red lace panties.

Only then was it when Sirius realized everything he seemed to forget.

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The only one, part 2 (Ivar the Boneless x Reader)

Warnings : Just like part 1, it’s a bit sad at some point. Fluff.  
Word count: 5189, wow. Get some coffe, settle down and enjoy.

I am going to tag those who commented/reblogged part one + my taglist (don’t worry, it’s just for this fic):

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(Sorry for those who I can’t tag, I don’t know why it won’t work)

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A/N: The only one was supposed to be a one-shot; but a lot of you enjoyed it and requested a part two. So who am I to deny it, huh? I am going to be honest though, I am not 100% satisfied with how it ended… I personally would have preferred for it to end differently; but you guys wanted to be like this so I obliged. I hope you like it!

Part One.

You can read my Alex imagines here and here. And my other Ivar imagine here.


Your lungs filled with thick cold air as you inhaled slowly through your mouth, your throat sore and dry. The sun high up in the sky blurred your vision as you blinked your tired eyes open, making you groan and bring your arm up to protect yourself from the irritating light. You could hear men talking and rummaging around you; but your fatigued mind did not let you make out the words they were saying – it was all just noise.

The surface you were lying on scratched at your back as you shuffled around, making you hiss in pain as your tunic caught in your wound. A sob ripped through your chest as you tried moving again, this time managing to put yourself into a sitting position, your back against the wooden surface. Taking in your surroundings, you only now realised you were on one of Floki’s boats.

Closing your eyes again and rolling your head back, you took in a deep breath. The familiar sound of waves hitting the boat’s wooden hull was like music to your ears and immediately put you at ease, the slow movement of the boat calming your nerves. You were going home. It was over.

But it made you wonder… How long have you been unconscious? How did things end? How is everyone? A low chuckle reached your ears as the last question crossed your mind; making all your worries vanish at once. A small smile taking over your tired features, you opened your eyes again and was met with baby-blue ones starring down at you. He was standing with the help of his crutches – looking so strong and intimidating like this.

His intense gaze made you blush, your cheeks turning a pale shade of red as you averted your eyes from him, focusing on your hands that rested in your lap instead. You played with the fur covering your legs; your fingers looked thinner and hurt as you moved them due to the wintry weather.

Carefully pushing himself down, Ivar sat next to you, his crutches abandoned on the side. He took your fragile hands in his bigger and warmer ones, caressing your knuckles with his thumbs. Heat spread through your whole body immediately and you let out a long, shaky breath; a small cloud of steam forming around you as you exhaled. The boy chuckled again as he watched you. Even this worn out, weak and hurt you were the most beautiful person he has ever seen.

His gaze dropped down to your side, locking on the blood stain that decorated your tunic and his stomach knotted with worry. The cloth stuck to your body as some blood still oozed out of the cut. It was nothing compared to a couple weeks ago, though. The essential oils and herbs the healer has been putting on it helped to ease the pain and stop the bleeding.

You had given him the scare of his life – he was so close to losing you forever. Never being able to see you again, hold you again… The blue-eyed boy shook his head as if to get rid of these thoughts; you were here and you were safe. Sure, your wound needed treatment and time to cure but he had faith in the healer and knew you’d be back on your feet in no time.

“You must be thirsty.” Ivar said and you nodded slowly. Your chapped lips and dry throat craved for water; just as much as your stomach craved for food. As if on cue, your belly growled – the sound so loud and not very human like, it caught you off guard. Ivar’s soft lips curved into a smile once more as he reached behind him, taking a cup in his hand then bringing it to your mouth.

Usually you would have protested and mock him even, snatching the cup from him. But you knew your body was frail and you needed assistance, so you let him guide the cup to your lips without protest. You almost moaned out loud when the water touched your tongue; eagerly opening your mouth wider so you could drink faster, causing some of it to spill and run down your neck. You could feel the drink flow down your throat, all the way down to your stomach. It was a strange but pleasant feeling. All too soon the water was gone, and you asked for a refill. Ivar obliged, repeating the process until you were satisfied. He handed you a piece of bread then, setting on your right and letting you eat in peace while he just watched. It was hard as a rock, old and didn’t have much taste but was more than enough to deal with your hunger.

“How long?” You asked shorty once you swallowed the last bite, not trusting your voice to form a longer sentence. It was raspy and quiet but you knew he heard you; he was sitting so close to you – your arms and legs touching, his body heat radiating and warming you up, his smell taking over your senses.

“You’ve been in and out of it for almost three weeks.” He mumbled, his blue eyes meeting yours once more. They were filled with worry but you could see the relief in them too. Three weeks. So many things must have happened. Men must have died, decisions have been taken – and you couldn’t help with any of it. You were useless, a burden. Scrunching your eyebrows together, you bowed your head in shame; guilt taking over you. Ivar seemed to notice that as he took hold of your hand again, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered and he frowned, confusion written over his beautiful face. To say that you felt bad would be an understatement. You felt terrible; you felt as if you’ve failed them all, disappointed them all. You followed Ivar to England to help him; not to get hurt and be a burden to everyone. They should have left you on the battlefield. They should have let you bleed to death. Your mind went dizzy with all these thoughts; culpability eating you alive. Your breath quickened and your palms felt sweaty, the thumping in your ears growing louder.

“Y/N.” Ivar’s voice was soft as he called your name, his fingers tapping on your chin to get your attention. “It’s not your fault, love.” There it was again, that word. It’s crazy, the effect it had on you when it came from him. It instantly calmed your nerves, your breathing slowing down to its normal pace as you made eye contact again.

His eyes were your safe place and you couldn’t help but get a little dreamy while starring into them, forgetting it wasn’t just the two of you but that there were men surrounding you both. Bringing your trembling hand up to cup his cheek, you rested it there, just enjoying having him so close to you again. His lips brushed against your fingers, kissing every single one of them before he rubbed his cheek into your small hand, closing his eyes as he breathed out slowly, enjoying the peaceful moment.

But it was short-lived as someone cleared their throat, interrupting the moment rudely. Ivar opened his eyes and rolled them exaggeratedly before turning around, his eyes sending draggers at whoever disturbed you. You looked up as well, your eyes finding a young brunette girl standing nearby, a bowl filled with what looked like ointment in one hand and a cloth in the other. You could tell she was uncomfortable standing here, her wide eyes moving from Ivar to you, then to him again. She went to say something, her lips parting a bit, but was cut off short by the crippled boy.

“I’ll do it.” He said simply, mentioning for her to place the things next to him. She gulped loudly but did as she was told, rushing away as quickly as she could once the bowl and cloth were set on a little wooden surface on Ivar’s right. “Here, lift your tunic.” He said as he set the bowl in his lap, taking some of the ointment with his fingers.  

Groaning, your fingers gripped at the fabric, slowly pushing it up and revealing your side. It stung as you tore off your tunic that was almost glued to your skin, a few droplets of blood dripping from the open wound. It did not look too bad, you thought. The skin around it was red and swollen, but the cut itself wasn’t too deep nor infected. Sure, it wasn’t a pretty sight but you’ve seen worse.

You sighed in relief and clenched your wrists around the fabric, bringing it up just underneath your breasts to leave Ivar enough space. With a short nod you reassured him you were ready and the prince went to work. The ointment felt cool against your burning skin, soothing the pain. The smell of hvönn filled your nostrils and it somehow helped you calm down, letting your body rest against the wood. You watched in awe as Ivar spread the greenish substance over your side; his brows furrowed in focus and his tongue pocking out of his mouth, wetting his lips. He must have been the one to do it when you were unconscious. The thought made you smile; the fact that he took care of you himself instead of letting a thrall do it warmed your heart and brought another rush of heat to your cheeks.  

You did not take your eyes off of him until he was done, placing the new cloth on the wound before pulling your tunic back over it. A light blush crept onto his neck when he caught you watching him, which drew a quiet giggle out of you.

“You should rest, Y/N. We’ll be home soon.” He said softly, crawling closer to you, his face only inches away from yours. You were going to protest, say that you’ve been asleep for almost three weeks but your body seemed to agree with the young prince, as a yawn escaped you. “Get some sleep, I’ll be right there when you wake up.” He promised and placed a kiss on your forehead, brushing your hair away from your face with his calloused fingers. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you moved your head up and down, agreeing with his proposition. Your eyelids felt heavy as you rested your head on his shoulder once he had settled back down next to you, his hand gripping yours once more. You knew it would only take a few minutes for you to fall asleep again, but you did not mind as you knew he would be there when you wake up again.


Only he wasn’t. When you opened your eyes again you were met with darkness and silence. You weren’t on the boat anymore. You were in a bed, covered with two thick furs that smelled like home. It was your bed, you realised.

Sitting up abruptly, you whined as a wave of pain shot through your entire body, urgently placing a hand on your pulsing side in an attempt to sooth it. It did not work, however, and you groaned again. You decided to ignore the ache and let your eyes scan the room you were in. It was dark as the curtains were closed, but you could tell it was your cabin. You were finally home.

Laying back down carefully, you puffed, your head resting on your soft pillow. You couldn’t help the smile that spread over your face. Bringing your hands up, you covered your eyes and let out a short breathy laugh. You were finally home. After all those long months, all those days spend in the chilly English air, you were eventually back in your warm little cabin.

Nothing has changed here, which reassured you; it meant no one came here during your absence. Well nothing expect for the basket of fresh fruits and the pitcher filled with what you hoped to be water that stood on the crafted table near your bed you have noticed only now.

Grabbing an apple from the basket, you took a bite out of it. Chewing it slowly you enjoyed the sweet taste of the juicy fruit, swallowing it quickly before taking another bite. Your mind went to Ivar as you laid alone in your bed. Where was he? He promised he’d be there. You brushed it off thought, he was a prince of Kattegat, after all. Surely he had important meetings to attend to; serious matters to discuss after such a raid. You believed he would pay you a visit soon.

But as days passed, Ivar had yet to show up. You were worried at first; concerned that something might have happened to him, that maybe he was hurt. But the thrall that was assigned to look after you while your wound was still curing told you that Ivar was in fact feeling well, living with his soon-to-be wife in their new home in the woods.

It felt as if the world stopped spinning right then, as if your heart stopped beating. You did not know how to deal with the fact that the man you loved left you, again, for the exact same reason.

You’d cry yourself to sleep every night since, your mind constantly filled with images of him, images of the two of you together. But they were soon replaced by images of him with the blonde princess. You learnt that Sohvi was her name. It was a beautiful name, you had to admit. A beautiful woman with a beautiful name.

You did not understand why he has done this. Why did he make promises if he knew he wasn’t going to keep them? He had promised you things back in England; admitted his feelings and swore you two would be together. Your heart was in constant pain and your mind uncertain, confused. Didn’t he love you, after all? Did he change his mind when he saw her again? Did he think you were going to die, so he decided to stay with her?

These questions hunted you for weeks. Weeks that you’ve spent alone in your little cabin. Hvitserk and Ubbe would visit you from time to time, bringing you some food and just keeping you company. You were very thankful for that; you might have gone crazy if it weren’t for them. Both Ragnarssons avoided the subject of the crippled prince, though; but you knew they knew. You could see it in their eyes; they would exchange knowing looks when you brought up his name.

And it confused you even more to know that Ivar has finally let his brothers know about the two of you, yet decided to marry someone else.


“Gods, what happened to you?” You gasped as Ubbe entered your hut, standing up from your bed quickly and walking over to him. You’ve been feeling much better the last couple of days, finally being able to get up without being in too much pain. Ubbe’s face was covered in mud, leaves stuck in his hair, his clothes ripped – he seemed defeated and exhausted, yet he managed to send a smile your way, showing you his white teeth.

“I was training with Hvitserk and Ivar.” He said, walking past you and towards your table, placing the meat and vegetables he has brought for you on it. “And I lost.” He shrugged, turning around to face you. You nodded at his words, trying hard to ignore the sensation in your belly at the mention of the youngest brother. You missed him dearly. Your feet carried you back to your bed, your head hanging low as you walked.

Silence fell over the two of you, the tension in the air growing thicker. You had thought a lot since the last time he had visited you and you had a lot of questions to ask, all of them about Ivar, but you didn’t know where to start. Bringing your hand up to your mouth, you started biting at your nails nervously, your eyes focused on the dirty floor. You should clean up a little bit next time.

Heavy footsteps echoed through the room, growing closer and closer to you and soon enough you felt the bed dip next to you under Ubbe’s weight as he sat down. He threw his legs in front of him, his heels hitting the floor with a loud thump. You could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move and trying to read your body language.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” He asked, confused by the change in your attitude. You seemed just fine when he barged in but then closed off when he mentioned… His eyes widened as he realised his mistake, sighing and shaking his head, disappointed by himself. Things were going so well until now; not once has he brought Ivar up in a conversation. But in a moment of inattention he has ruined everything.

“How is he?” You voice was quiet, barely above a whisper as you spoke. Turning to face him, you were met with a very perturbed Ubbe. He blinked rapidly as his mouth opened and closed a few times, searching for the right words.

“Who?” Was the only thing that came to his mind. He mentally cursed himself at how stupid it sounded but decided to go with it, furrowing his brows slightly as if he truly had no clue who you were asking about.

“You know very well, Ubbe.” Your eyes rolled on themselves, you were clearly annoyed by him already. “Ivar.” The Viking sighed, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. Seeing as he was not going to talk, you continued, pushing him on. “Why hasn’t he come to visit?” You felt your heart pinch and your voice cracked at the last word, Ubbe’s eyes immediately turning to you.

“He’s been… busy.” He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. Busy? He was too busy to come and see you?

“Oh…” You could tell he was feeling uncomfortable; playing with his hands to distract himself, avoiding your gaze. But you needed answers, and you needed them now. “Busy with what?” You dared to ask, looking up at him expectantly with big eyes. Ubbe groaned and cursed under his breath. What was the point in lying to you, anyway? You were going to learn it sooner or later, might as well hear it from him.

“Wedding preparations.” His eyes were filled with pity, just as much as the small smile he gave you. Ivar was getting married. It was official. And as if that wasn’t enough, the blonde man continued. “It’s taking place tomorrow morning at the Great hall.” Your stomach dropped at that, you felt as if all air left your lungs at once. Tomorrow? You couldn’t believe what he was saying. Tears gathered in your eyes and soon enough they were freely running down your cheeks. You couldn’t even control it nor stop it, what was the point anyway?

The sob that ripped through your chest startled Ubbe but he quickly recovered and scooped over to you, throwing his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. His large hands ran up and down your back in a comforting manner as you cried your eyes out, your small hands fisting at his tunic.

You did not understand why your body reacted like this. You knew Ivar was getting married, the thrall had told you. But it seemed so much more real coming from his brother’s mouth. And it hurt even more than the first time. You still had hope that the youngest prince of Kattegat was going to show up at your door; but now your dreams were crushed. You had no hope to hold onto anymore.

Rocking your fragile body back and forth, the older Ragnarsson sighed. He hated seeing you like this; so broken and sad – all because of his stupid little brother. It was no secret to anyone in Kattegat that you were dear to all of the sons of Ragnar, having grown up with them. You were like a sister to all of them; all of them but Ivar.

Although you had kept your relationship a secret, Ubbe knew there was something going on between his crippled brother and yourself. The way Ivar looked at you, the way he acted around you – so unlike himself, did not go unnoticed by the Viking. It was pretty obvious to him that there was something there. He wasn’t sure if it was love, or if it was just physical, but there was something.

So when his younger brother admitted having had a relationship with you before sailing off to England and wishing to get back to you instead of marrying Sohvi, he was far from surprised. He encouraged the idea and even helped his younger brother winning you over again.  

But Ivar the Boneless was a strange individual whom Ubbe often had troubles understanding. Bewilderment and annoyance was all he felt when Ivar announced that the wedding was taking place, after all. He had tried talking him out of it, tried to understand what went through his little brother’s mind but to no avail, as the dark-haired boy would always bluntly tell him off, claiming it was none of his business.

Ubbe stayed until you had no more strength, no more tears to shed. He tucked you into your bed after taking a look at your wound which to his relief was almost all gone, wrapping the soft furs around you.

Glancing at you once more he took in your puffy red cheeks and messy hair. Ubbe let out a slow breath before leaving your hut, closing the door behind him carefully as to not wake you up. He could only hope you’ll get better soon; you were worth so much more than the idiot that he called his brother.


It was a beautiful day – the sun was shining up in the cloudless sky, the air warm but not unbearably hot. A perfect day for a perfect wedding.

When you walked into the Great hall, everyone was already there, waiting for the ceremony to begin. It was the event of the year, after all. A son of Ragnar getting married.

Your eyes caught Ubbe’s as you made your way to the back of the room. Yes, you decided to attend to the wedding even though you hadn’t been officially invited, but you weren’t going to stand at the front between the Ragnarssons. That would have been too much for you to handle. You nodded at him from where you were standing, acknowledging him and his brothers. You could see in his eyes that he did not know how to react, so you gave him the warmest smile you could manage, trying to reassure him, and yourself on the same occasion.

Taking in your surroundings, you noticed how the place has been decorated. Little red and yellow flowers and candles everywhere, multiple furs covering the benches, gold decorating the tables.

Your breath hitched in your throat as the main door opened, the heavy wood slamming against the walls. You did not have to turn around to know that it was him, and you knew he was using his crutches for you could hear them clicking against the hard floor, dragging his feet behind.

Not daring to turn around, you waited for Ivar to make his way to the front. Only then you saw him. And Gods, was he a sight to behold. His dark hair braided tightly made him look irresistible, his unusually clean clothes accentuating his frame perfectly. He looked incredible and you couldn’t help but to envy his soon-to-be wife.

You were glad he did not turn around for you did not know how you’d have reacted if he saw you. You did not come here to ruin the wedding; you came because it was an important day for Ivar. And even though you weren’t the one he was going to marry and spend the rest of his life with; you felt the need to be there.

Shouts and whistles coming from the crowd brought you back from your thoughts. Turning around you immediately understood why. In walked Sohvi, wearing a splendid red dress, a flower crown matching the ones decorating the place resting at the top of her head. Her long blonde hair was braided as well, a few lose strands falling at the sides of her face. Your heart felt heavy in your ribcage as it started beating faster. She looked gorgeous, and it made you regret coming here.

Your eyes followed her body as she walked to the front; standing next to Ivar. And that’s when the inevitable happened – he had noticed you. Your cheeks turned crimson red instantly, your palms growing sweaty. This was a really bad idea. Ivar’s blue eyes were focused on you as he totally ignored the old woman leading the wedding talking to him. Fuck. You thought, what now?

You saw the woman grab the sword, turning to Sohvi and handing it to her. The blonde took a hold of it slowly, her movements unsure. She was a lady, after all, not a warrior – it was probably the first time she held a sword in her entire life. The old woman turned to Ivar then, calling out his name for him to take his sword. But he didn’t, his gaze holding yours strongly.

You gulped as people started whispering, wondering what was happening. A few of them turning around, their eyes landing on you. What was he doing?

A few seconds passed, the only thing you could hear was your own heartbeat and the whispers around you. You thought you even heard your name being called a few times, but you weren’t sure. You were beyond uncomfortable by now, having everyone’s attention on you was not something you enjoyed nor expected that day.

After a few more seconds, you couldn’t take it anymore. Breaking the eye contact you quickly turned around, ready to leave the Great hall. But the words that left Ivar’s mouth made you stop right in your tracks.

“I can’t.” He simply announced, his voice stern and loud. Shocked gasps echoed through the spacious room, people getting agitated. “I cannot marry Sohvi; not when my heart belongs to someone else.” That did it for you. Adrenaline pumping through your veins, your whole face heating up. What the hell was going on?

Turning back around you found Ivar standing a bit closer to you. From the corner of your eye you could see Ubbe, a knowing smile on his face as he talked to the rest of his brothers vividly. You could see Sohvi puffing as well, a permanent scowl adoring her once beautiful features as Lagertha and Bjorn joined her at the front, both sending draggers at you. Suddenly it all made sense to you. Oh, how stupid you felt only now realising the princess was somehow related to your new Queen.

People were practically shouting around you; all sharing their opinion on what just happened. Ivar’s words surely brought up rumours. But you couldn’t focus on their words, not when Ivar was making his way over slowly, assisted by his crutches. You were tempted to go help him out, but knew better and stayed put, waiting for him patiently.

The prince gave you a small unsure smile once he reached you and you took hold oh his hand, helping him to regain his balance. He scoffed loud enough only for you to hear but accepted your help, holding onto your hand tighter while throwing his other arm around your shoulders. Looking at you then turning to the crowd again, he gestured to his eldest brother, his mother and the bride, his eyebrows knitted as he talked.

“I am not going to marry Sohvi just because you want me to, brother.” The blue-eyed man addressed his eldest brother, voice filled with venom. ‘I do not care that she is a princess. I do not love her.” He continued, his eyes then moving back to you. “It’s Y/N that I wish to marry; if she’ll have me.”

You did not know what to say. You loved Ivar; to the moon and back. You’d do anything for him, but he has caused you so much pain in so little time… You did not want to risk it anymore.

Panic flashed through his eyes as he saw the hesitation in yours. He moved closer to you, his mouth only an inch form your ear; you could feel his hot breath on your skin as he whispered to you: “I love you, Y/N. With all my heart. And I am so deeply sorry, but I’ll make it up to you; I’ll explain everything.”

People’s gazes were still heavy on you both; all villagers waiting for your answer almost as impatiently as Ivar. You wanted to believe in his words, and after one glance thrown at him; you did. His blue eyes were sincere, you could tell, the small smile genuine. You knew you could trust him; he would never hurt you, he never did on purpose. He was only human, after all. He made mistakes just like everyone, and you were willing to give him one more chance. Nodding your head slowly, you smiled back at him, causing his smile to grow wider and brighter.

“I would love for you to be my husband, Ivar.” You said joyfully. The crowd erupted in cheers, making you hide your embarrassed face in Ivar’s neck. The villagers were glad that their prince was going to marry someone he truly loved and knew instead of a stranger.

Once you’ve calmed down and pulled away, Ivar took you by surprise, crashing his lips into yours in a short yet passionate kiss; giving you a small lick and bite before pulling away.

“Let’s do it, then.” He said; pulling you in the direction of the old lady who was called to lead the ceremony. She was smiling as well, just like most of the guests. Ivar had a strong grip on you, the arm wrapped around your shoulder pulling you even closer to him as you walked together, as if he was afraid of letting you go; scared you might change your mind and run away.

But you had no intention of doing so. This was all you’ve ever dreamed of since the day you realised you loved him over five years ago. Sure, there have been ups and downs, but it was all worth it in the end. It created your very unique story.

One look at Ivar’s beaming face made all your doubts vanish. You needed him like you need air; you did not see yourself with anyone else but him… And he was finally going to be yours, and you his. It made your heart melt; picturing your future together. You exchanged one more hopeful look as you reached the front, hand in hand. You couldn’t be happier. 


A/N: So… this is it guys. I’d really love to hear what you think about it. I personally thinkthey shouldn’t have ended up together… But it’s what you all wanted. Part one got so many comments, it warmed my heart. Please, let me know what you think of it, even if it’s not all positive.  

anonymous asked:

41. Comfort Food, anyone but Hunk--everyone has comfort food, not just foodies ;3

(send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase!)

“Popcorn,” Lance says. “Like, movie theatre popcorn. With extra butter.”

“Gross,” Keith says, shuddering.

“Oh yeah? What’s your comfort food then, mullet man?”

“Don’t call me that.” Keith crosses his arms, considering the question seriously before he answers. “Hot chocolate, maybe.”

“That’s a drink,” Pidge says, pointing at him. “Doesn’t count.”

“I think it’s okay so long as it’s real hot chocolate?” Hunk says. “You know, actual melted chocolate with milk, not that powdery crap.”

“Ah, but is melted chocolate a food, or a liquid?” Lance asks.

“Both?” Shiro offers, looking up from his datapad.

Lance wags his finger. “Nope, no no no, we don’t do that middle of the road stuff here. Gotta pick one.”

Shiro shrugs, pushing away from the table and wandering towards the fridge, ducking inside for a water bottle.

“I like my middle of the road approach,” he says.

“My Dad–” Keith starts, only to cut himself off, nearly choking on the words. Everyone turns to him, startled and wide-eyed, uncomfortably attentive.

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Meet Me in the Hallway

Originally posted by twelvevo

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: (Y/N) resists Jughead’s offers of a late-night chat.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,765

A/N: this is what i’d like to call a wholesome mix of angst and fluff. enjoy!


Meet me in the hallway
Meet me in the hallway
I just left your bedroom
Give me some morphine
Is there any more to do?

(Y/N), a normally upbeat and cheerful person, was not acting like her usual self that week.  On Monday, Jughead assumed it was exhaustion. They had one of their late night talks with hot chocolate the night before, and Jughead just figured she didn’t get much sleep after that.  He decided not to bother her that much, knowing how cranky she was when she was tired.

On Tuesday, her oddness continued.  She was quieter than usual, and she focused on her internship more than usual. Jughead, although he was starting to grow suspicious, just waved it off.

“Are you okay?” he asked her during their short lunch break.  

(Y/N)’s head snapped up from her phone.  “Yeah, I’m fine,” she answered quickly, taking another bite of her sandwich.

“You know, if there’s anything wrong-”

“I told you,” she interrupted him, “I’m fine.”

“Even if you’re fine,” Jughead reminded her, “you know you can always talk to me.”

Just let me know I’ll be at the door, at the door
Hoping you’ll come around
Just let me know I’ll be on the floor, on the floor
Maybe we’ll work it out

(Y/N) didn’t come to the internship on Wednesday, and that’s when it suddenly hit Jughead that there was something very, very wrong with her.

“Where’s Miss (Y/L/N)?” Mrs. Williams, the receptionist, asked with a tight smile.

Jughead sighed. “Honestly, I’m not sure.  Do you want me to text her?”

She shook her head. “No, that’s alright.  If you see her later today, though, make sure she is aware that it is unacceptable for her to ditch this internship.  Unless it’s for an emergency, of course, then it’s completely fine.”

Jughead, of course, knew better than that.  He knew how dedicated (Y/N) was to this internship, and he knew that something had to be amiss in order to make her skip a day.  

When he was finished for the day at his internship, he walked back to the hotel, eyes down and hands in his pockets.  He went up the stairs and stopped in front of (Y/N)’s room.  Cautiously, he tapped on her door twice.

“I’m busy,” her muffled voice called from inside her room.

“Busy?” Jughead questioned from outside the door.  “Busy, (Y/N)? You didn’t even show up today!”

“Piss off, Jug,” her voice grew slightly louder, and Jughead wasn’t sure if it was because she raised her voice or if she was approaching her door.  

He leaned his head against the door and sighed.  “Can you please let me in?”

“No.”

“I’m not leaving until you open this door,” he warned.  “Either you come out or I’ll come in.”

“Then I hope you’re planning on staying out there all night.”

I gotta get better, gotta get better
I gotta get better, gotta get better
I gotta get better, gotta get better
And maybe we’ll work it out

(Y/N) thought he was bluffing.  Hell, even Jughead figured that he was bluffing.  They were both proven wrong, however, when he started dragging blankets from off his bed onto the floor outside of (Y/N)’s door.

“What are you doing?” (Y/N)’s muffled voice asked from inside her room.  She heard rustling outside in the hallway, and she knew it was Jughead.

“I’m waiting until you open up that door,” he answered, spreading the blanket out in front of the door.

“Why?” she questioned.

“I told you,” he explained, “I’m not leaving until you talk to me.”

“Jug, I said I don’t want to talk,” she reminded him, leaning her head against the door. Jughead had his resting against the other side.  “Besides, there are other people in this hotel who will see you.”

“I don’t care.”

“Jug, please,” her voice grew weaker, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Listen, (Y/N),” he pressed his hand against the door, “I know you don’t want to talk about it, and that’s okay.  I’m not gonna make you talk about it until you’re ready.  So I’ll be here all night, and whenever you feel like discussing it, I’m here.”

I walked the streets all day
Running with the thieves
‘Cause you left me in the hallway
Give me some more
Just take the pain away

(Y/N) didn’t know why Jughead insisted on staying outside her door all night.  She had made it perfectly clear that she was not going to confide in him anytime soon, and yet he still remained there.  She started to feel bad, knowing that the hotel hallway floor surely couldn’t be that comfortable, even if he did have layers of blankets as cushioning.

“Jughead,” she whispered at midnight, “go to bed.”

“I am,” his sleepy voice grumbled.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “I meant in your room.”

Although she couldn’t see it, Jughead sat up.  “You know I’m not gonna do that,” he said, shaking his head.

“Please, Jug,” she begged. “I’ll be at the internship tomorrow, I promise.  Just go back to your room, you’re not gonna be able to get a good night’s sleep out there.”

“I’ll be fine, (Y/N).” When she didn’t respond, Jughead placed his ear to the door, trying to listen for movement.  He heard a light rustling sound, and a soft thump. “(Y/N)?”

“Hold on a sec, Jug.” The noises continued, and Jughead confusedly stared at the door separating him from (Y/N).  Finally, the rustling ceased and (Y/N) sat right in front of her door.

“What was that?” he inquired after a moment of pure silence.

“I moved my blankets in front of my door,” she answered simply.

Jughead groaned. “(Y/N), come on, sleep in your bed.”

She sarcastically placed her hand on her chin, pretending to think.  She didn’t even care that Jughead couldn’t see her.  “The funny thing is that I’m pretty sure I just said that a few minutes ago, Jug.  And what did you do?  You ignored my protests.”  Jughead didn’t respond.  “So now, I’m doing the same to you.”

Just let me know I’ll be at the door, at the door
Hoping you’ll come around
Just let me know I’ll be on the floor, on the floor
Maybe we’ll work it out

Neither of them could fall asleep that night.

Jughead wasn’t sure if it was because he had never slept so close to (Y/N) before, even if there was a door separating them, or if it was his concern for his friend.  

When he closed his eyes, he imagined the barrier would disappear.  He would roll over and wrap (Y/N) in his arms, burying his head into her hair.  He would whisper sweet nothings to her as she sobbed into his chest, explaining why she had been acting so strangely for the past few days.  

But then he’d open his eyes, and the door would reappear.  He knew that even if (Y/N) did open her door, he wouldn’t hold her the way he dreamt.  That would cross the line between friendship and something more, and Jughead knew (Y/N) was not about to take that leap.  At the very best, he would provide her with some hot chocolate.

He heard her tossing and turning in her blankets on the other side of the door, so he pressed his hand on the door in a pathetic attempt to comfort her.  It must have worked, though, because the rustling of the sheets stopped.

“(Y/N)?” he whispered, leaning his forehead against the door.  “Are you awake?”

“Of course I’m awake, dumbass, the floor is uncomfortable,” (Y/N) sassily replied, her voice thick with fatigue.  Jughead softly laughed.  “I’m guessing you’re awake for the same reasons.”

“Precisely,” he confirmed. They fell into silence, and after a couple of minutes, Jughead was sure (Y/N) had been overwhelmed by exhaustion and finally fell asleep, so he settled into his makeshift bed and closed his eyes.

Gotta get better, gotta get better
Gotta get better, gotta get better
Gotta get better, gotta get better
And maybe we’ll work it out

Jughead didn’t know what time it was, but a loud thump woke him up.  He shot up and glanced at (Y/N)’s door.  More loud noise continued to leak from her room until it suddenly stopped.  Jughead prepared to knock, but before his hand could touch the door, a teary-eyed (Y/N) opened it.  Her bottom lip quivered as she stood in front of him.  Never had he seen her look so fragile.

“I’m sorry,” she croaked.

Jughead shook his head as he pulled her into a hug.  “There’s nothing to be sorry for, (Y/N).”  Neither of them said anything else, and so they sat in the middle of the hotel hallway floor at some ungodly hour, clinging onto each other.

It wasn’t exactly how Jughead imagined it: not a word was uttered, but he was still holding (Y/N) with her tears staining his pajama shirt.  

If Jughead was selfish, he would’ve told (Y/N) how he felt.  He would have finally confessed that he had a crush on her, something that he had been struggling to accept for the past few weeks.  But Jughead was not selfish; this was (Y/N)’s moment to be vulnerable, not his.  They still had a couple weeks left together.  He still had time.

After what felt like an eternity, (Y/N)’s sobs subsided and she fell asleep on Jughead’s lap.  He softly smiled as he picked her up and gently laid her on her bed, placing a blanket over her sleeping form.  He picked up his blankets from outside her door and dragged them back to his room, where he carelessly tossed them onto his bed right before he flopped onto it.

(Y/N) would never tell him what was wrong.  He knew that. But that didn’t stop him from smiling to himself because he knew, even if she didn’t want to talk about it, she would always come to him for a shoulder to cry on.  And for Jughead, that was enough.

We don’t talk about it
It’s something we don’t do
'Cause once you go without it
Nothing else will do

He saw her the next morning at their internship.  He smiled from across the room at her, and she smiled back.  Both of them had dark circles under their eyes, the only evidence of what occurred the previous night.

They never spoke about that night.  Neither of them ever talked about what happened, and neither of them ever would. It was a memory that remained hidden, the only witness besides the two of them being that hotel hallway.

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Endings & Beginnings // Dylan O’Brien

Fandom: None really but Teen Wolf is mentioned so
Pairing: Dylan x reader
Word count: 1,370
Warnings: fluff
Requested: Nope

A/N: I had originally intended to write something totally different but then this happened, so you can probably expect more comic con imagines in the future. Enjoy!

P.S. Y/C/N - your character’s name

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Queer Eye for the “Straight” Guy

FINALLY, six months after I was commissioned, this thing is done.

I’m truly sorry to my donation winner, Cindy. Lord knows you never asked to put up with my procrastinating ass.

But I’m truly happy with how this turned out! And I hope you, Cindy, and the rest of y'all are too! This work is a part of the Fandom Trumps Hate auction. Check out some other cool works and support these charities this movement helps!

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Never had Castiel been checked out with such scrutiny.

The man walked around him, eyes slowly dragging over his body, just on this side of appreciative. They were green and critical under contemplative eyebrows, pushed together to form a crease in the middle that Castiel kind of wanted to poke. The man’s arms were crossed over his chest, his thumb playing with his lower lip as he circled.

Castiel just stood, arms loose at his sides, posture normal which was to say terrible. He watched the man watching him.

“Well,” the man said, facing Castiel but also kind of facing the large camera he’d brought with him. “The suit is awful but we can work with it. Are you sure I can’t talk you out of the trench coat?”

Castiel shook his head, his mouth grim.

The man sighed. “Well, I’ll figure something out.”

He then explained to Castiel some of what he was going to be doing. Usually the exposition would take place among the five men who hosted, but Castiel understood this was a special case. The usual five men to do the job was now one.

“Hi, and welcome to Queer Eye for the Straight Guy : celebrity edition. Where instead of the Fab Five, who are all experts in their fields, you have me, Dean Winchester, a bisexual hockey player who is slightly above average at these things.”

Castiel was, in this scenario, ‘the straight guy.’ He supposed that description fit simply by process of elimination. He knew he wasn’t gay because he did not wish to have sex with men. He didn’t particularly want to have sex with women but he liked them well enough: enjoyed the softness of their lips when they’d kissed him and liked their smell and general company.

So yes, Castiel could be the straight guy.

Although Dean Winchester’s shoulders looked very nice…

“Today’s victim is Castiel Novak: world renowned entymologist specializing in honey bees. His latest research publication is receiving all kinds of awards so he’s going to have a little celebration tonight. That’s where I’m here to help.”

“Okay, Cas, it may only be me, but I’ve still got some hired guns to help me move shit – er – junk around your apartment.” Dean turned to a woman wearing headphones. “Do I have to say that again?”

She smiled and rolled her eyes. “If you would, please.”

Dean sighed and repeated himself, this time leaving out the swear word.

This was all far too much production for Castiel. He preferred quiet libraries or the gentle hum of apiaries to the clapboards and shouted instructions of a television set.

“A necessary evil “his agent had called it. “ How do you expect to get more funding, Castiel, if no one cares about your research?”

Castiel had thought this quite unfair and demonstratively untrue. Plenty of people cared about his research! Students and… kindergarten teachers…

Castiel supposed those groups didn’t pay very much. He may have seen Meg’s point.

He didn’t know why that meant he had to be involved with a reality show, though. He glowered at the camera.

Dean smiled at him, unaffected. “I have given the crew my instructions so now I can whisk you away for a fun makeover montage.”

Castiel turned his glower on Dean.

He winked. “Yes, you’re very scary. Let’s go.”

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I See the Light - UNSPREZECE

I SEE THE LIGHT MASTER LIST


SUMMARY: When an opening for your favorite Disney Princess is posted backstage, you take your chances and audition. To your surprise, you got the part. But there was always a catch. Your Flynn Rider was none other than Bucky Barnes, the womanizer of the entire Disney cast. Will you two be able to play it off as a couple when there’s tension between you both?

WARNINGS: language

AUTHOR’S NOTE: you - bold. pepper - italic.

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PEPPER

Why are you screaming?

BUCKY ASKED TO HANG OUT WITH HIM TONIGHT. JUST US TWO. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?

Oh, dear.

S.O.S

HELP ME

I WANT TO DIE

OK, drama queen. Breathe for a second. Where are you? I’m just about to go on my lunch.

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Canis

July @jilychallenge prompt fill

Partner: @chierafied <3 <3 <3

Prompt: I’m working the kissing booth at the summer fair and thank god you bought up my last half an hour of tickets, the guy with the dentures is next in line I’m not sure I could face it - you’re my hero

A/N: this required a lot more internet research than you’d think so A for effort to me hehe.  Related, the internet in general is (1) skeptical of whether kiss booths actually happen and (2) fairly certain they’re a health hazard.  There are message boards about this.  The internet is magical.

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Lily drops onto the bed with a dejected sigh, waits a few moments, and then amps up the dramatics, sighing louder and flopping again, so James’ quill stutters across the page. He grumbles, but his lips tick up at the corners, “Yes dear?”

“I have a problem.”

“You have many, many problems Evans,” Sirius’ drawl comes from behind his drawn bed curtains.

James flips him off and Lily kicks her foot until her shoe becomes a projectile and manages to beam Sirius in the head.

Despite Sirius’ creative swears and threats Lily remains unperturbed, tilting her head in James’ direction.  “So my problem.  Mum has this ladies’ fair.”

“And you need my assistance with the ladies-faire,” James guesses, wriggling his brows while he tickles her nose with the feathered end of his quill.  Lily snorts and bats his hand away, letting her other loafer fall to the floor with a dull thud. “She asked me to do a booth.”

Letting his textbook drop to the bedspread, James nudges Lily’s ribs with one socked foot.  “So you need a plan?  You’re good with paints.  Muggles love painting their faces.  Wizards love painting their faces.”

“I guess.  But that involves a lot of prep time.  And it’s not a guaranteed win,” Lily answers half heartedly, grabbing his prodding toes, “’sides, that will never beat Petunia’s tea cozies.”

Sirius is already halfway across the room by the time Lily even realizes his curtains are open.  “Is this about sibling rivalry?  I am now interested in your life, Evans.”

“What a guy,” James grumbles, wrapping his arm around Sirius’ neck and kissing his forehead wet and slobbery.

A low growl, and Sirius is swiping the spittle from his face, before he turns to Lily, “As I was saying.  I empathize with your plight –”

“I appreciate the gravity with which you are treating my situation.”

“So I will give you an idea,” Sirius pauses, grey eyes darting between his two audience members, “that will no doubt win your little familial war.”

“Spill.”

Sirius shoves James off and lounges comfortably across the bed, feet nudging Lily’s knees. “Kiss.  Booth.”

Lily lets out a groan and James wastes no time in shoving Sirius from the bed with a decisive kick. And yet he is unperturbed, calling out from the floor, “Well I only suggest it because James gives you rave reviews, Evans.”

A flush rises on James face and Lily crawls toward him.  “Rave reviews?  Am I that great of a snog?”

One of Lily’s discarded shoes flies from the floor and clatters against the headboard. “Oi!  None of that while I’m here.”

“Well then stop telling Lily to be a lady of the evening,” James shoots back, kissing Lily lightly.

She snuggles close, legs tangling with James.’  “Technically, the fair is only from noon to four.”

By the time Sirius clambers onto the bed he’s already Padfoot, having decided at some point that it was cooler to join cuddles as a dog than as a human.  His dark head is pillowed on Lily’s belly when she starts, eyes wide.  “Sirius you’re a genius.”

He tilts his shaggy head as if to say ‘What else is new?’ while James frowns, brow quirked as he awaits an explanation that hopefully doesn’t involve Lily snogging strangers for money.  Her eyes glint with mischief as she runs her fingers through Sirius’ fur.  “Dog Kiss Booth.”

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Love me do

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Request:jhello!! i love your writings and i was wondering if you could do a angsty peter x reader writing based off of the seven minutes in heaven scene from Riverdale?-  @lukesxmermaid

AN: I LOVE RIVERDALE AND I LOVED THIS REQUEST SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG! So I decided to mix this scene and this other one for the request! Hope you guys enjoy! Also little rambing I’ve been feeling like writting is a duty rather tha a hobby lately, so I’m very sorry if I dont upload as regular, but also school just started so I’m trying to work things out

Word count: 2091

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Originally posted by peterparkerimagine

As Y/n listened to the loud music and watched everybody drinking and dancing she felt out of place. She knew she probably looked that way as well. She thought maybe coming to the party would be fun, after all, Michelle and Ned were supposed to be here as well, but who she really came here for was Peter.

They’d been best friends for as long as she could remember, living next door to each other, walking to school and back home together, having sleepovers and so on. Everything was perfect between them, but of course Y/n had to fall like a fool for her best friend.

Anyways, she had arrived to the party, and had been hiding in the bathroom for 20 minutes, while the other 10 she had been standing in a corner pretending to have fun and eating chips. Finally she spotted her three friends coming into sight. They probably came together after decathlon practice.

“Hey Y/n! You’ve been here long?”

“Not much” she lied as she talked to Michelle. “Just got here”

“We would’ve arrived earlier, but someone couldn’t decide on what to wear” Ned rolled his eyes as Peter blushed. They were obviously talking about him.

“Guys! Seriously I didn’t even take that long!”

“Well, you ended up looking great, doesn’t he look handsome y/N?” Michelle questioned, a knowing smirk on her face.

Michelle was the first and only person Y/n told about her crush for Peter, and she was always looking for ways to push the two of them together, although it hadn’t worked very well in previous occasions.

“I mean- yeah umm, you look good”

“You really think I look good?”

The girl’s cheeks blushed as tried to look for words. Peter look at her with curiosity in his face, making her quickly look away. Why did her heart had to race up that much every time he saw her?

Before she could answer they were interrupted, as Flash threw his arms on both of their necks.

“C’mon lovebirds, we’re going into the sitting room to play a little game, and you’re all in”

He dragged Peter and Ned as Michelle and I seated across the room, next to Liz.

“Ughh I hate Flash! If he hadn’t interrupted outside you would’ve probably had made some progress with Peter”

“Let’s be honest MJ, Flash or not I wouldn’t have told Pete anything, I just can't”

“Why not? I’m pretty sure he likes you just as much!”

“But what if he doesn’t?”

Flash cleared his throat as he got a bottle in his hands and starting explaining the game’s rules, as if not everybody knew them already.

“We’re going to play 7 minutes in heaven people! So who wants to go first? Not you Penis Parker- we know nobody wants to kiss you anyways”

Peter sank into his seat as some people tried to muffle their laughs. Michelle rolled her eyes at Flash’s immaturity and made one of her sarcastic remarks.

“Seriously Flash? Are we back at middle school or what?”

“Since you’re so eager to start, why don’t you go first?

“Whatever, give me the stupid bottle”

Michelle spinned the bottle in the middle of the table. As Y/n watched the bottle spin she thought ‘Poor Michelle, I hope she doesn’t get Flash, I can’t imagine a worst chance’ but oh god was she wrong. As the bottle got slower and slower her own nerves increased. Why was she so nervous? It wasn’t like it was her turn. But of course the bottle had to stop in front of the one boy she had feelings for, the one she actually cared about and wanted to kiss herself.

Both Michelle and Peter stared wide eyed at the bottle and then at her. She felt as if all eyes were on her, waiting for her response. Was she really that obvious? She tried to swallow the lump on her throat and gave Michelle a reassuring smile. She knew it was just a game, and besides, she trusted her. She wouldn’t kiss the boy she knew she liked.

“Well, seems like Penis Parker is actually living his first kiss today! Congrats Parker!”

“Fuck off Flash- Peter is my friend! We’re not going anywhere!”

“You know the rules Michelle, you either take him or someone I choose- wait actually, forget about it, you can take me instead, forget about Parker”

Michelle looked over at Y/n. She knew it was wrong, but she didn’t want to go with Flash either. She tried to give her best apologetic look as she stood up and took Peter’s arm, guiding him towards the nearest empty room.

Y/n looked helplessly as Peter followed her and closed the door behind them. She tried to stop her eyes from burning, but she couldn’t help it. She tried to take deep breaths and relax, but with every second that passed through she found herself wondering, what if? What if they actually did kiss? What if Peter, or even Michelle gave in? What would she do? Would she be able to handle it?

She tried to ignore what was happening behind the closed door, but Flash kept making little comments about the noises he heard. Y/n thought he was probably making things up right? He kept saying how he could hear Peter moaning Michelle’s name, but she knew that couldn’t be.

She was glad most of the time was over, only 30 seconds to go. As she started to actually relax she heard a loud noise, and soon enough Flash was giving the insight.

“Yooo! I think Peter pinned Michele to the door! Who knew Parker got it in him?”

Y/n stared wide eyes at the door. She didn’t want to believe in Flash, but she had indeed heard the noise. Just 15 more seconds. Time seemed to stop as the boy announced time was over and opened the door.

Both Peter and Michele had swollen lips, crazy hair and even though they were both staring at the floor she could see their guilty faces. She felt her eyes starting to water once again, and a pressure in her chest telling her to get away as soon as possible, before things got embarrassing for her.

Michelle tried to find her sight but she refused to do so. She didn’t want him or her to know how she felt. Y/n stood up and made her way to the exit, without glancing in their direction. However she did say some last words to her so called friend.

“Good to know I can trust you”

“Y/n wait-”

“Save it”

She crossed the door to the living room as calmly as she could, but as soon as she was out of the house she started running, trying to leave everything behind. Not only the betrayal of her best friend, but also her broken heart.

She got to the streets and realised she didn’t knew where to go. She had planned on going back home with Peter, but now that she couldn’t maybe she should just go herself. She started walking trying to think of anything but tonight. Y/n had only made it a couple houses away when she heard Peter coming calling her name from behind. She wanted to keep going, ignore him and run away, but if she wanted to get things over better do it right now.

Y/n tried to keep her tears inside as she took a deep breath and turned around to face her friend. As he came face to face with him she wanted to forget what had happened, and just go back to how things used to be an hour ago. But now Peter obviously knew how she felt. She couldn’t go back.

“Y/n wait up!- What’s going on?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know it”

“I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Peter you cannot be such an ass! I like- I like you okay? I have for so much time! and not just as friends” The girl finally let the truth out, the one she had been holding for so long, as well as the tears as she thought of how things could change from now on. “I’m not asking what you did with Michelle in that closet- but I am asking you- do you love me?”

Peter avoided her gaze as he tried to think of an answer, but after the silence felt like to long she knew the answer. He didn’t love her, and he would probably never love her. She tried to turn around once again and stop embarrassing herself, but Peter walked  towards her and took her arm, spinning her around.

“Y/n, of course I love you”

“But of course you don’t love me as I want, am I wrong?”

“You’re just, so perfect”

“What?”

“You’re like- the perfect girl next door and I- Y/n you’re way out of my league, I think you deserve better”

“If you don’t like me Peter you can just say so, you don’t have to make up a lame excuse as always”

“I’m telling the truth, I just- you could do much better than me”

“I don’t want anybody else”

The girl still had a sad look on her face, but she tried her last move. She got closer in his arms, and stroke his cheek with her left hand, staring into his eyes. She could see Peter getting nervous, and giving in. Maybe it really could work. She felt as they both moved closer, leaning into each other, looking at their lips and back into each other’s eyes. She wanted nothing more than to kiss him right now.

“I didn't”

“Mmmh?”

They were so close to each other they were whispering. The girl didn’t even remember what they were talking about, she just wanted him to shut up, but apparently Peter was in a talkative mood.

“I don’t kiss MJ back in the closet, she was just- trying to help me”

This brought Y/n back to reality as she remembered what had happened a couple minutes ago. If they hadn’t kissed what had happened back there? She felt herself rolling her eyes, thinking Peter was just trying to cover for her. She stepped back and pushed him back, feeling her walls building up again. But so did Peter, knowing her better than anybody else.

“Y/n let me finish! She wanted to help!”

“Help how?”

“She told me you liked me okay?! And she wanted me to ask you out but I- I didn’t knew how! So she came up with this plan to make you confess and- that’s it! She faked the whole thing”

Y/n’s head was hurting from trying to process what Peter had just said. So had it all been a lie? What about the swollen lips and messy hair?

“But what about? the hair? the sounds?”

“It was all staged!”

“And you agreed to do it!?”

“I had to!- I wouldn’t get the guts to do it otherwise!”

“Do what?”

“Tell you how I feel, kiss you. I’ve like you for so long I don’t even remember. You’re the only girl I think of when I wake up and when I o to sleep. You make me so happy I don’t want to be away from you ever”

“Peter I-”

“Y/n, please, believe in me, when I say I love you”

Y/n smiled as she heard the words she had been waiting for. She took his face into her hands and this time didn’t stop until their lips crashed together. They kissed, moving their lips together. Both of them were eager to kiss more, but wanted to take their time to get to know every corner, every inch of each other. They kissed with years of love and passion. Pulling each other’s hair, running their hands through it and trying to held the other closer to themselves. They finally felt themselves smiling into the kiss, pulling slightly apart to catch their breaths, and join their foreheads.

“I love you too Peter”

Peter took her waist and spinned her around, like in all those movies they had watch, and all those dreams she had had. But this time it was for real.

She still had to apologize to MJ and thank her, but as she stared into those brown eyes, with his hands pulling her close and running his hands through her hair she knew things would be okay.

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blue--winter  asked:

Can you write klance where something goes wrong during team bonding, or during battle, or something and they can hear each other's thoughts?? Romance, obviously. And fluff and angst? *bonus points if Lance and Keith make stupid excuses to the team bc they don't tell them about their sudden telepathy (but Allura and Coran figure it out and just don't say anything)

OKAY THIS BECAME WAY LONGER THAN EXPECTED (but I don’t think that’s bad). I had so much fun writing this. I really hope you like this!

Thank you Avery for editing/beta-ing! 

~Skye

Title in Masterlist: Klance Mind Link

Word Count: 2, 880 words

Character Point of View: Mostly Keith

Warnings: Spoilers for the ending of season two!

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Oh My, My, My - II (Bucky Barnes AU)

OH MY MY MY MASTER LIST


SUMMARY: A love story from start to finish.

WARNINGS: language

AUTHOR’S NOTE: sooooo….. this series might be longer than expected but that’s a good thing, right?
oh, and i am going to make the tag list for this story just 50 users since it does take while to tag. I currently have 32 spots left on my tag list for this series. If you want to be tagged, PLEASE let me know! .xx

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“There he is!” Natasha swooned.

A new guy had just arrived to school and Natasha could not stop drooling over him. He was apparently scouted to be in the summer Olympics for archery and rumor had it, he was pretty close to perfect.

You looked away from the blond boy to find your favorite long haired brunet walking towards you with a baseball glove in his hand. He was a senior in high school and getting ready to graduate along with Steve and their new friend Sam.

You grinned at him and he winked at you before walking past you and meeting up with his other friends.

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