take her breath away

Dating Natasha Romanoff would include...

Originally posted by fyeahmarvel

•Training together

•Natasha kicking your ass, a lot

•Her teaching you a few of her tricks so you can get better at defending yourself

•You cheering her on whenever you watch her kick the shot out of anyone else

•Going on missions together

•You try to be protective of her but there’s honestly no use

“Natasha no!”

“Natasha yes!”

•Going out for drinks together

•Taking her out for fancy dinners

•No matter how many times you’ve seen her in a dress she always manages to take your breath away

•Nat’s basically tells you what to do and you listen (mostly because you’re too afraid to disobey her)

•Getting her expensive gifts

•Sometimes when Natasha gets mad at you she breaks into full on Russian

“I’m pretty sure you’re mad at me but I can’t be sure SINCE YOU’RE SPEAKING IN A WHOLE DIFFERENT LANGUAGE”

•Nat telling you about her past

•Nat being kind of hard to read which can make communication between you two pretty difficult

•You both can get equally jealous sometimes but Nat’s the one to take it to a whole other level

•One time she literally knocked out a person who was flirting with you, same went for a guy who tried to flirt with her

•Even though it doesn’t happen often Nat can’t help but smile when you become a little aggressive (it’s a bit of a turn on)

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•Your sex life is well… amazing

•She’s a very serious liver too so there isn’t much funny business during sex

•Nat’s the dominant one, she can’t stand being sub. It’s okay though you don’t mind letting her take control

•Nat being turned on when you wear her suits

•Her tying you to the bed

•Things can get pretty kinky sometimes

She doesn’t like to be called babe because it’s sort of a lazy way of saying baby, she loved it when I called her by nicknames, babygirl, princess, tiger (because she wants to reincarnate into a tiger if she one day dies) beautiful, etc, she doesn’t like when others call her by her name, because she prefers “soph” but she loved it when I called her by her name and she sat there smiling at me for ages. Her favourite drinks are iced coffee, those frappe things from McDonald’s and rubicon (the mango one though) she loved coffee and I’ll never understand why. Shes insecure of her face and when You look at her too long she’ll cover it, she’s insecure of her body, though it’s perfect just the way it is to me, she’s insecure of her smile but I find it beautiful. No matter how many times I called her beautiful she didn’t once believe it because she believes she isn’t. No matter how many times I tried to prove to her she was beautiful she didn’t believe it. She’s insecure, she’s scared of being hurt, she’s scared of wasting time, she’s scared of putting her all into somebody to be left alone, her guard was up, even after I showed her the craziest amounts of love, because she’s afraid of letting people in and it’ll take her ages for her to be able to trust you and open up, the way she is stubborn drives me crazy because I want her to tell me what’s wrong but she won’t. She’s spend all night crying over me but has been happy for me the next day because whose wants to see a smile on my face, she will be emotional, she’ll cry, she’ll cry and lot, she won’t tell me she’s crying though because she’s scared to bring attention to herself. She gets jealous but only because she doesn’t want to see me with anybody else. She has days where all she wants to do is be alone and cry, there’s days she’ll have no motivation but all you need to do is try to be there for her regardless of how much she acts as though she doesn’t care because deep down she does and her pain is too much to explain so she’ll keep it in rather than tell me what’s wrong. She thinks she’s stupid and not intelligent (which I think and believe she is) and regardless of what i tell her she will never believe it, she always believes she isn’t enough but she is more than enough, I look at her and see my future, I look at her and it will physically hurts me because i know that she is worth much more yet she sticks around just for me, I think back to all the times I’ve hurt her and made her cry because of stupid arguments, I’ll look at her and my eyes will light up from the way her smile forms and the way her pupils dilate, the way she turns her head to the side so I won’t see her smiling or laughing. she never wants to see me upset, she may never say much but she knows, she wants to say things but her shyness takes over, she wants to be here for me but she will have no idea what to say, she will try her damn right hardest to be there for me and even though i don’t realise how much effort she puts in she will still carry on doing so. Even though I don’t thank her enough for making you happy she will still carry on doing so because she wants me to be happy. She never really speaks about what’s on her mind until i physically beg her to, she hates to talk of her past and her future and if I’m lucky she’ll tell me a story or two about her past, I need to pay attention because she hates to repeat herself, i need to reply to her like I’m interested or she’ll think i don’t care. She hates to talk of her future because it’s “depressing” because she doesn’t believe in herself but now is the part where i should interfere and motivate her to believe that everything she wants will be hers as long as she tries. She hates it when i give her “positivity rants” on the phone because it makes her overthink. She hates feeling like I’m not paying attention to her. She hates when I don’t realise everything you do for her. She hates feeling depressed and alone so i much bring as much happiness to her as possible, she hates knowing that I’m not okay. she loves sci-fi movies and that’s another thing I’ll never understand why she loves but when we’re married I’ll sit with her through 3 hour sci-fi movies because it’ll put a smile on her face and I’d do anything for that, She loves to mess and play with her hair, she is so downright passionate about photography and she loves relating to somebody, she loves when I know things about her, she loves having deep meaningful conversations, she sometimes stays up until stupid o clock to check up on me and to see if I’m okay or just to speak to me because she craves me and the feelings I give her. She stays up some nights doing things for me which I would never expect and some nights she will cry herself to sleep because I upset her or because im not okay. She loves to play fight and she loves it when I look into her eyes and she loves it when I lay in bed with her and just talk absolute shit. She loves long walks and pleasing sights, she loves going to pretty places, she loves the nights and one day she would love to travel the world with the love of her life, even though she’s never been an an airplane before but it’s fine because neither have I. she would love a long car journey to wherever as long as it’s with somebody she loves, she loves old music and she loves to make you happy. She loves wearing casual clothes and rarely ever wants to look “feminine” but I love it because its her character and who she is and she will never change that. She will make me happy even if I’m not making her happy because she loves me and will do anything to see a smile on my face. She doesn’t like going to busy places like concerts or crowds etc, she loves dogs and practically develops bonds with them, she dislikes her dog because she’s ‘boring’ but she still loves her and sees her as a sister, because she’s grown up with her. She is sometimes so full of life and so happy that its literally contagious, her smile makes me smile and her laugh is honestly the best sound ever, I see my future every time I look deeply into her eyes and i realise that she is worth so much more than me yet she sticks around, once she loved me she has not once stopped, ever since that day 3 years ago. Sometimes she will act heartless but only because she wants me to show her that I care, sometimes she’ll cry and not tell me because she wants me to figure it out. She doesn’t like to be around many people, she doesn’t want to go to college because she hates the whole school vibe but I respect her for that because going straight for a apprenticeship takes guts, she doesn’t have many friends and although people think they know her, I can assure you they don’t, she will make you feel as though you know her but you really don’t, even I don’t know/understand her to the full extent, because she doesn’t really let anybody in unless she really wants to tell them something, she doesn’t really open up to anybody, she may talk a lot on the phone sometimes but in real life it is the complete opposite because she will become shy. She loves her dads car because of it’s blacked out windows so people can’t see her. I’d describe her as mysterious and as every single day which goes on I carry on learning more about her. She is the book I’ve opened and I will carry on reading her till I am finished reading her which will be never because she is an endless story. She loves it when I hype her up when she looks beautiful when I replay, screenshot and reply with endless emojis because her beauty takes away my breath. Sometimes she’ll have an attitude because she’s upset about something and she wants me to figure it out. But her attitude is nothing to fuck with at all because she can talkkkkk I assure you, she will fight her opinion onto you and she will make her point, but she won’t say a word in person, regardless of the arguments and regardless of the heartlessness she will love me entirely and will carry on doing so and I will never question that. Her heart is made of gold and she will always want what is best for me. I’d keep on going because this isn’t everything about her, if I could, but quite honestly I’d be going on for hours, I could never lie, me and her have made the most happiest and craziest memories together, and I could never doubt that. If forever does not last for me and her and you’re the next person who falls in love with her, take this all in and realise what you’re getting yourself into. Treat her well because she is honestly a queen, you’ll learn to love her, but let me assure you something, you will never love her half as much as I do. But for now and hopefully till forever, she is mine and I will carry on loving her till the day I die.
—  dedicated to my wife.
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Jamie, I… was angry at you… for such a long time. You made me go and live a life that… I didn’t want to live. But you were right, damn you. Brianna was safe… and loved… and raised well. But sometimes, oh, when she turns and the light catches her red hair or… I see her smile in her sleep… It takes my breath away… Because I see you.

The Playbook- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Chuck asks Reader to homecoming, Jughead thinks its a bad idea. Turns out, he was right.

Warnings: Swearing, reader has sort of a mild panic attack, but nothing too serious. This was a request from an anon who liked one of the headcanons in the non-asexual Jughead list. Hope you guys like it!!!

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I sat at a table in the student lounge by myself, waiting for my best friend Jughead. I had my sketch pad out, messing around and trying to keep myself busy.I didn’t really like sitting alone, because usually Reggie and his gang of man-children would take the attention of the student lounge, and I would be subjected to the torture that is their awful and offensive banter.I glanced around the room, uninterested, until my eyes caught the gaze of another, Chuck Clayton.

Chuck was caption of the football team, formerly co-caption with Jason Blossom before he was killed. I had never heard anything bad about him, and he sat next to me in my math class. I helped him out a bit with his schoolwork once in a while.He was actually a really kind person from what I could tell.
Chuck stood up, walking towards me. I froze, wondering why in the hell anybody like Chuck Clayton would give me the time of day.

“Hey, y/n.” Chuck stood in front of me, smiling brightly.

“Uh, hey Chuck, are you having any trouble with the geometry homework?” I asked him, beginning to pull out my textbook from my bag.

“No, uh, I actually wanted to ask you something.” Chuck stopped me.“I was wondering if, maybe you’d like to uh, go to homecoming with me?”
I froze again, taken back at his question.

“Me?“I looked around the room as if he may be confusing me with someone else.

“Yeah, you.” Chuck confirmed, chuckling a bit.

“Uh, o-ok, yeah, I’ll go with you.” I blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I didn’t see the harm in saying yes, he was a nice guy, and it wasn’t like anybody else would ever ask me.

“Great! Uh, are you free tomorrow? Maybe we could meet up after school and hang out or something?” Chuck offered.

“Alright, yeah, I can do that.”

“Cool, I’ll see you then.” Chuck grinned, walking back to his group of friends.
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“Hey, Juggie.” I smiled warmly at my friend, sliding in to the booth next to him. I laid my head on his shoulder, his screen open as he typed.

“Hey, y/n.” Jughead pressed a quick kiss to the top of my head before returning his attention to his novel.

“How was your day?” I asked him, looping my arm around his and scooting closer to cuddle in to his side.

“Oh, same old same old.Nothing interesting.” Jughead hummed, leaning his head against mine. Jughead wasn’t huge on showing affection in public, but he put up with me always cuddling in to his side.“How was yours?”

"Well, it was…interesting, to say the least."I sighed, taking a sip of the Jughead’s root beer.

"How so?”

“Well, Chuck Clayton asked me to homecoming.”

I felt Jughead tense before looking down at me with a shocked look on his face.

“What did you say?”

“I said sure.” I shrugged, taking another sip of his root beer.

“Are you feeling alright?” Jughead placed his hand over my forehead, as if he was checking to see if I had a fever. I swatted his hands away and slid over to the opposite booth seat.

"Quit it, Jug."I warned.

"This is a big deal!"Jughead fired, his hands waving wildly.

"It’s not!” I shot back.

"It’s the captain of the football team!”

"And?”

And?Y/n, he’s only one of the biggest players at our whole school!You know about The Playbook!”

“Jughead, that’s just a silly rumor."I argued.Jughead slammed his laptop shut.

"I can’t believe you’re actually going to go to homecoming with that….that….that imbecile!”

Jughead!Just because “that imbecile” is on the football team, doesn’t make him a bad person!“ I stood up, grabbing my backpack.

"Wait, y/n."Jughead reached for my wrist but I pulled away.

"I won’t be here tomorrow, I’m seeing Chuck after school.“ I paced out of the diner, ignoring Jughead’s protests.
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I hadn’t talk to Jughead all day, or Betty, or Veronica.The girls, Jughead, and Kevin seemed to be on some kind of mission, and I wasn’t going to talk to them anyways. I was sure Jughead told them all about Chuck asking me to homecoming.

When school was over, I waited in the library, where Chuck had texted me, asking me to meet up with him. I sat at a table in the corner, working on a book report until he showed. 10 minutes passed, which turned in to 20, then 30, then an hour, and I soon realized that I had been stood up. I gathered all my stuff and compiled it in to my backpack neatly, before zipping it up and swinging it over my shoulder. I pushed the bridge of my glasses up my nose and began to make my way out of the library. Jughead was going to gloat in all of his glory when I told him about what happened.

As I turned opened the door of the library, cold liquid was thrown in my face, drenching my front from head to toe. I gasped loudly, my eyes burning as I wiped the slush-like substance from my face.

"How’s your slushie, freak?!” I opened my eyes to Reggie holding a slushie cup, with about 5 or 6 guys laughing at m, one of them being Chuck.One of the jocks was holding a phone, recording the whole scene.

“Do you really think Chuck would ever ask a weirdo like you to homecoming?"One of the jocks laughed.

"News flash, nobody would ask you out even if you were the last girl on earth, you frigid bitch.”I looked at Chuck, hurt in my eyes.Chuck just smiled, before opening his mouth.

“Don’t take it too personal, y/n, it’s just-” Chuck kicked off the wall he was leaning against, strolling over to me.He leaned down so he was eye level to me."Nobody would ever waste their time on you.You’re not worth it.”

I shoved past Chuck, tears falling down my face. I ran down the hallways of the school, shoving the front doors open and running home as fast as I could.I swung my front door open, running past my mom and up the stairs.I heard my mother shout for me, but I just wanted to take a shower and crawl in to a hole and die.

I stripped off all my clothes and got in, rinsing the sticky drink out of my hair. After I was finished, I threw on some comfy clothes and wrapped a blanket around me, sitting on the edge of my bed.

“Honey.” My mom knocked on my door, opening it slowly.“You’ve gotta get ready, the football game is soon.” She took one look at me and knew something was wrong, sitting next to me on my bed.“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?"My mom rubbed my back soothingly.I fessed up, telling her everything, from yesterday when Chuck asked me out, to Jughead and I’s fight, to the slushie incident.

"Oh honey, I’m so so sorry."My mom pulled me in to her chest, embracing me tightly."If you don’t wanna go tonight, I completely understand.” My mom ran her fingers through my hair while my tears stained her shirt.

“No, I have to go, I promised Josie I’d sing with her tonight.” I wiped away my tears, taking a deep breath and calming myself down. After a few more minutes and my mom making promises to call the principal and “kick Chuck where the sun don’t shine”, she left my room so I could get ready for tonight.

I threw on the outfit I was wearing tonight and grabbed my coat, setting it on my bed with my purse and doing my hair.I did only a little bit of makeup, enough to cover up the fact that I had cried alone in my room for 3 hours, and then I slipped on my boots and went downstairs.

Archie was sat on my couch, swinging his keys around his finger. I loved on the other side of Betty, so he always offered to drive me to games, since he would be heading there anyways.

“Hey, Arch.” I smiled. Archie looked at me sadly before getting up and hugging me tightly.

“Okay, who died.” I joked, hugging my friend back.

“I know what Chuck did to you.” Archie whispered. My fingers clenched around the fabric of his varsity jacket.

“It’s okay.” I moved away so I could look at Archie.“Arch, it’s ok.”

“It’s not ok, it’s-” Archie began to yell and I caught his face in my hands, turning him to look at me.

“I’m.Ok.See?” I stood back and twirled a bit.“ No bumps, no bruises, just a stupid boy who thought he could get to me.” He had gotten to me, but I wasn’t going to let Archie, or anyone for that matter, know.

“Alright, well, Jughead and Betty are doing stuff for the blue and gold with Veronica and Kevin. They said they would meet us at the game, so…”

“Alright, well let’s get going!” I hugged my mom goodbye before leaving out my front door and climbing in to Mr. Andrews truck.
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It was the third quarter of the game and the rest of my friends still hadn’t shown up, contrary to what Archie had told me earlier. I had long since performed on stage with Josie and was sitting alone on the bleachers.
“Wow, you’re pathetic!” A girl called out to me, laughing with her friend while she pointed at her phone. I saw a video playing of me getting slushied, except on a loop, and Chuck’s words repeating in the background.

Nobody would ever waste their time on you
You’re not worth it
You’re not worth it
You’re not worth it

I stood from the bleachers, running down the steps as fast as I could. Apparently, Chuck humiliating me in front of half the football team wasn’t enough?

I started hyperventilating, feeling everybody’s eyes on me as phones started to beep, the same video being sent to the whole school. People started laughing and whispering as they looked at me and I couldn’t stop myself from bursting in to tears.My vision was blurred and I started to feel trapped in a hole that was just getting smaller, and smaller, and smal-

“Y/n!"Somebody gripped my shoulders tightly, and I saw Veronica standing in front of me. she looked at me with concern on her face, her eyebrows raised as if looking for answers.

"Chuck…he…he…oh god, Ronnie, the whole school knows.” I wrapped my arms around her neck, collapsing in to her arms.

“Shhh, I know, I know.” Ronnie hugged me back, running her hand down my hair gently to calm me down as my body racked with sobs.

“We gotta go, ok? I don’t think Kevin can hold off Jughead much longer, and-”

“Wait, what?” I gave her the concerned look this time.

Listen, the reason we’re late is because we found the playbook.Its real, and it’s got almost every girl in it, you and I the newest victims.”

“Who put you in it?"I asked her.

"Chuck and I went on a date last night, and he sticky mapled me."Veronica explained.

"Sticky maple? What’s a sticky Ma-”

“Listen, I can tell you all about it later, but right now w-”

“We gotta go, like, now, Jughead is pissed.” Betty came running up the stairs.“I’ve never seen him like this, like, ever.”I followed Betty and Veronica down the bleachers, to the football fence where Kevin stood, his back facing us and his hands wrapped tightly around Jughead’s shoulders.Jughead himself looked like a raging bull seeing red, his nostrils flaring and his jaw clenched.When he saw me, he shoved Kevin out of the way, jogging towards me.

“Why didn’t you tell me what happened right away?!?!” Jughead cried.His palms went to my cheeks, wiping away the tears still falling down my face.

“I-I don’t know, we had gotten in to a fight, and I had left it off bad, and I-”

“Y/n, it’s ok, it’s ok, alright?I’m always here for you, always, I-”

“Well, well, well, looks like you can’t keep the freaks away from each other.Let me guess, it was you that helped him hide the body, right, weirdo?” Chuck leaned against the fence, helmet resting between his hip and forearm.

Jughead wrapped his hands around my shoulders and moved me gently so I wasn’t in front of him anymore before walking calmly up to Chuck, pulling his arm back, and clocking Chuck right in the jaw. Chuck went tumbling down, falling on his ass.

“Hey, freak show, wanna tussle?” Reggie came marching over, seeing the commotion.

“Listen, we all know you get your sexist views from the 50’s, but can you not use their lingo too? It kinda makes you look like a-"Reggie punched Jughead and I gasped. Jughead wiped the blood now coming from his mouth, spitting the rest at Reggie’s feet.

A tool.” Jughead finished.

Reggie shoved Jughead and I came running forward, trying to block Reggie from Jughead. Reggie pushed me out of the way and I fell on my back.Jughead was already knocking his fists in to Reggie’s face, Reggie trying to block him. I began to go in again and was lifted in the air by Chuck, being thrown over his shoulder.

“Time to take out the trash!“Chuck laughed, hauling me off.I started screaming and thrashing in his arms, kicking my legs and waving my arms.

"Put her down!” Veronica screamed, shoving Chuck’s chest. Chuck pushed her down and Betty yelped, running over to help Ronnie up.

Archie began pulling Reggie off of Jughead, and he turned around to see me thrown over Chuck’s shoulder.Jug ran towards Chuck, doing anything he could to grab me from his arms.He kicked Chuck in the stomach, which caused him to stumble backward, and took the opportunity to grab me from his arms and pulling me away from Chuck.

“You’re fucking insane!” Chuck screamed.

“Says the one who tried to haul off with y/n!” Betty screamed back. Betty, Jughead, Kevin, and Archie now stood protectively around Veronica and I.

“What the hell is going on?” Principal Weatherbee hollered from the football field gate, Coach Clayton and the Mayor behind him.

“Chuck, you are in serious trouble!” The coach spoke to his son in a loud tone.

“Dad, they were the ones who-”

“Son, I know about the playbook.” The coach interrupted.“ And I’ve seen the video of what you did to that poor girl.Come on!” The coach grabbed Reggie and Chuck by the shoulders, dragging them back inside the football field and towards the school.The mayor and principal Weatherbee followed.
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After the whole commotion at the game, Archie was benched, because he had a bloody nose after the fight with Reggie. Jughead had it way worse, a black eye now adorning the right side of his face and a swollen lip, as well as a busted nose to match that of his best friends. He had a few cuts and bruises on his upper body, but nothing a little first aid couldn’t help.

Jughead now stood in front of me in his pajamas. Archie had drove everyone back to Betty’s, and I immediately dragged Jughead to my house to clean him up while the girls and Kevin set up an impromptu movie night/sleepover to make up for the shitty events earlier on in the night.

“You’ve been eerily silent."Jughead broke the silence as I wiped the cut on his chin with hydrogen peroxide.Jughead hissed at the discomfort.

"I’m just-” I sighed, setting down the napkin in the counter next to me.“I’m an idiot.”

“Y/n, you’re not an idiot.”

“I should have listened to you though.You were right about Chuck and I still went through with it anyways and-” I trailed off, not wanting to relive this afternoon.

“As much as I love hearing you say I was right.” Jughead smiled proudly. “What you need to know is that, everything Chuck said about you is a lie.”

“It’s wasn’t, Jug, he was right."I shook my head, beginning to cry once more.

"No, y/n, don’t say that.” Jughead rested his hands on the counter by either side of my thighs, capturing me in his lean and firm frame.I looked up at him, my eyes red and puffy.

“Jughead, I’m not worth it. None of this was worth it. You getting a black eye and a busted lip and a bloody nose wasn’t worth it!I’m pathetic! I’m a freak, I’m-” I waved my hands around wildly, and Jughead caught my wrists with my hands, holding on to them firmly but gently.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Jughead spoke softly, yet loud enough to get my attention.I stopped, looking at him.“You are worth it, ok? In my mind, in my..my everything, you’re worth it.You have always been worth it and you always will be worth it.” Jughead’s hands went around my cheeks, his thumbs stroking the sides of my face lovingly.

And then I was kissing Jughead.

My fingers were tangled in his hair, his beanie cap knocked off and long forgotten on the tile floor somewhere, his arms pulling me flush to his body. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even closer, and the only time we stopped was to catch our breath for a second before kissing again.

A muffled shout was heard and I tore away from Jughead, to see the girls standing at Betty’s kitchen window, their phones in hand, taking pictures of us. Archie appeared behind them, two thumbs up being thrown in the air.

“We have an audience.” I hid my face in the crook of his neck, my nervous laughs muffled.

“I noticed.” Jughead flipped them off and they giggled, shutting the curtains quickly.

“When we get over there, they’re in for it.” Jughead mumbled, dipping his head back down to kiss me again.

Happy Beginning

Damn this show and how it’s invaded my feelings.  Crying over my cereal this morning.  Sigh.

A morning drabble cause when it hurts, I write.  A little bit of fluffy sexy times for our Captain Swan.

Originally posted by captainswansource

He wakes to the dip of the bed beneath him, sunshine bright against his closed eyelids.  Giving a groan, he rolls and opens his eyes to find an angel sitting beside him.  She smiles, reaching out to lace her fingers with his and he can’t help but lift her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss above the set of rings she now wears.

Wife…she’s his wife and the memory of her in white, walking toward him with a smile on her lips has him grinning from ear to ear.

“What?” she asks, blushing as he presses his smile to the beat of her pulse, trailing his nose after it before dropping their hands back to the bed.

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Warnings; smut, slightly dominant!klaus etc.

Okay this is kind of long I’ve probably repeated the same words a few dozen time and made a ton of grammatical mistakes AND I use too many comma’s but this is my first time writing smut and like, third time writing anything at all really so maybe I get a free pass. P.s the intro is v boring so pls try to ignore that.Also, remember kids, consent it key.

Originally posted by lovershub

Y/N knew Klaus Mikaelson well.A little too well, on second thought.It all began when they ran into each other at Jackson square. He was gorgeous- and he was interested. And Y/N never had been one to decline a good fuck.And god, was it good.He was rough and wild and dominant- everything she needed, and the narcissistic bastard knew it.He’d become a habit with time, a need,And she hated it, hated how much she wanted him.But it was too good to let go of.

But the Klaus screwed up, out of force of habit, really. He said some things he didn’t mean and other things he really shouldn’t have in a fit of petty jealousies. When she asked him to get out of her sight, he did, but not without claims that she would come running back to him.Three months later, she still hadn’t. And while Klaus had tried to change her mind on multiple occasions, she was adamant. And it was driving him mad.

So when he learned that Rebekah had invited y/n to accompany her to another one of Marcel’s famous fundraisers, Niklaus knew he’d have to take advantage of the situation.Cut to the evening of the event, Him and Marcel were waiting at Y/N’s doorstep in a limo with half a dozen or so day walkers when she stepped out the door, an absolute vision in a satin dress reaching mid-thigh paired with black stiletto heels, an encrusted necklace adorning her neck. The doorman opened the door for her and as she stepped inside she was met with a certain hybrid waiting just for her, it seemed. Her eyes lingered on Klaus looking heartrendingly handsome in his black tux for a minute before pulling herself back together. Klaus noticed, a smirk finding its way to his lips. ’evening love, don’t you look ravishing.’ he said pointedly, his eyes travelling down her figure, taking her in.y/n disregarded Klaus with a huff before directing her eyes towards Marcel to question the lack of Rebekahs’ presence.Klaus beat Marcel to an answer, quickly intervening-’Rebekah had to leave a bit early to settle some things, but she sent us to accompany yours truly, so lets get on with it,shall we?’ y/n stared him down coldly before stepping into the limo to find a place to sit down, when Marcel spoke up. ’right, about that- we had a slight miscalculation when guessing if everyone would be able to fit in this thing. you might need to adjust a little bit.’ he said, a slight goofiness in his voice as he bought his hand back to rub the nape of his neck.

‘You’re kidding me- right?’ Y/N asked, dumbfounded. ‘unfortunately not, darling.’ Klaus mused.‘I volunteer’ hooted one of Marcels’ vampires, a smug grin on his face that faltered when both Klaus and y/n turned to glare at him. ‘Or I could just get cab, y’know-’  ’come on love, we’re in a bit of a hurry here if you didn’t notice.It’s quite a short ride, afraid you won’t be able to contain yourself?’ He cut her off, a knowing smile playing at his lips. If he knew y/n- and he knew her well, he knew she wouldn’t refuse a chance to prove him wrong. Y/N huffed as she gave up and seated herself on Klaus’s lap. She leaned back against his his chest, her hot breath fanning his his neck, reaching her lips near his ear, ‘I hate you.’ she breathed. Klaus just smiled as he passed her a glass of champagne. ‘as you say, luv’

A few minutes into the ride Y/N had been introduced to everyone and was enjoying the music and conversation when she felt Klaus’s hand graze her knee. It traveled up from her lower thigh to come to rest on the seam of her dress and he could feel her skin tensing under his touch. ‘Anything the problem love? You seem quite… tense’ he whispered, smirking. ‘Not at all. I’m fine’ she replied coolly, while reaching up to grab his hand. She shifted in his lap, slowly grinding her backside on him. With everyone busy clinking their glasses against each other’s, no one seemed to notice. ‘what about you, are you alright?’ she spoke, a wicked smile on her face as she traced the back of his hand with her fingers while her other hand reached to rest on his knee.She could feel him pressing against her rear, His member hardening at her actions. She looked back at him, pleased with herself. Klaus stared back at her, his lips pressed together and eyes clouded with lust. ‘Y/N, love, what do you think you are doing?’ he asked, his voice coarse. ‘just finishing what you started’ she replied, feigning innocence as she shifted again to press her derriere against his manhood. Klaus let out a low growl, placing his hands firmly on her hips while leaning down to press his lips on the base of her neck and working his way upwards. He nibbled at the rim of her ear, sending shivers down her body. ‘I knew you’d come back for more’ He murmurs in her ear, proud of his accomplishment. ‘you just can’t seem to stay away..’ He continued

Y/N suddenly jerked her body away from the hybrid, taking in heavy breaths to ground herself. ‘fuck.’ She sighed, running her hands through her hair just as the limo slowed to a stop. She turned to look at a confused Klaus. ‘You almost had me there. Almost.’ she stated as the driver opens the door and she gets out. Still slightly surprised by the swift change of events, Klaus follows her through the gates of the party but she soon disappears into the crowd, leaving him angry and frustrated. He scans the masses of sweating, huddled bodies to find her dancing carelessly with another man while she downs yet another glass of champagne. Jealousy seething through him, he grabs the first woman the comes at him, attacking her neck with sloppy kisses while making sure Y/N notices. She does. But jealousy has never been her game. Her attention is more focused on the gentleman with his arms around her waist head in the crook of her neck. 15 or more minutes of the torturous attempts to guile Y/N to him, Klaus gives up. He drags the girl at his arm to a dark corner and compels her to be quiet while he bites into her neck, drinking from her while her body struggles to push him off. When he’s had his fill, He drops her on the ground, knowing Marcel’s minions would take care of it. He wipes his mouth with his sleeve, not bothering to clean up and steps back into the raving party just in time to see Y/N leaving with some man through the back door, her lips on his, his hands roaming around her body. Anger boiled up in his body as he tears through the lumps of people to the opposite side on the room where Y/N was. He opens the door, which lets out into some back alley, to find Y/N pressed up against a wall, with another man’s lips on hers, hands wandering her gripping her waist. Now fuming, Klaus flew in a rage towards the fellow, pulling him off of her. ‘what the fuck, man-’ He started as Klaus shut him up, veins under his eyes as he compelled him ‘Leave.’ He growled.

Y/N stood back, shocked. ‘what in the hell do you think you’re doing, Klaus?’ she spat, bringing her hand up to comb through her now messy hair. Klaus approached her, his stance atrocious as he grabbed her by the throat. ‘leave him be, love..’ he hummed. ‘we both know I can take care of you in ways that a human like him cannot even grasp..’ he mumbled against her neck, leaving stray kisses up and down her throat. ‘N-Nik..’ Y/N mumbled, barely audible to human ears with the loud music blaring in the background. ‘what is it,love? Do you want me to stop?’ He grinned, gratified by the effect he had on her. ‘yes.’ She stated firmly, but the moan escaping her lips in the end stated otherwise. ‘get off of me’ she whispered feebly, pressing her palms against his chest to drive him off her. He pushed her back against the brick wall, continuing his advances on her, his lips wandering lower still and his free hand slipping under her dress. Y/N sighed lightly in pleasure, Her body rebelling against her instincts. He placed butterfly kisses on the top of her breasts, the hand on her throat leaving to slip off her dress strap and then going right back to her throat. He trailed kisses along the valley of her breasts, nipping and sucking at her flesh. Y/N was a hot mess by now, melting into his very touch, writhing and moaning. ‘Klaus.. don’t..I-ugh, fuck.’ Klaus came back up to face her. ‘ you can rave and push me off all you want, love, but we both know I am the only one who can please you like you need it.’ She looked at him. A lamp lit up the otherwise dark alley, yellow shadows falling on his lashes, the bridge of his nose, his lips. He was beautiful. ‘you need to be shown your place, you need to be dominated.’ He said, his lips dangerously close to hers. ‘ so admit it, Y/N or I can leave you here, flustered, aroused.’ He whispered, hot air leaving his lips and hitting hers. She struggles to get words out of her mouth, her breath stuck in her throat. ‘I need you’  she uttered, and Klaus’ mouth turned into a lopsided grin. ‘good.’ He whispered, before placing his lips on hers, traces of blood still left on them for Y/n to taste. His hand strayed to the back of her head, grabbing her by the hair, continuing to kiss her until she couldn’t breathe. ‘I knew you’d come around, pet ‘ He whispered

His teeth nipping at her jaw, making goose bumps rise all over her skin. His other hand hiking her dress up past her hips and then reaching back to grab her ass. He then let go of her hair, bringing his hand down to cup her tits and he worked teasingly on her collar bone, no doubt leaving hickeys to mark her as his. His rolled her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, while taking the other in his mouth. Y/N moaned in pleasure, arching her back to grind on his mouth. Klaus’ right hand brushed against her inner thighs, then back to the waistband of her panties. He hooked his fingers around her the soft material, pulling them down in one swift motion. His fingers slowly, teasingly rubbed her pussy lips, his middle finger slipping between her folds to graze against her clit Klaus let go of her breasts, receiving whimpers of complaint from Y/N, which soon stopped as he knelt on the ground, littering chaste kisses all over her inner thighs. ‘mmhfh’ Y/n groaned, pushing her hips towards his face. ‘Klaus, please’ she begged. Klaus growled, grabbing her by the hips. ‘patience, love.’ He stated, as he placed his tongue on her aching core, sucking softly and spots he knew made her weak. Y/n let out stray sounds of pleasure, unable to contain herself as he continued to alternate between kitten licking and sucking on her clit. She had missed this, his mouth on her. She had missed him. He slurped at her pussy, lapping up her juices, his right hand reaching down to rub lightly on her clit while he fucked her with his tongue. Strangled words left her mouth ‘Oh, oh my god, nik’ she cried out. Klaus then withdrew his mouth from her vulva, earning a groan of dismay from Y/n, but she dare not question him. He got up, his fingers still working on her clit and leaned in to kiss her, so she could taste herself.

Y/n got bold herself, undoing the buttons on his shirt and sliding her hands on his toned torso. He kept rubbing lightly on her swollen nub as she undid his belt and pants. Klaus’ manhood strained against his boxers as Y/n stroked him through them with one hand, the other resting on his waist. She slipped her hand under the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down, pumping his length rhythmically. Klaus, now growing impatient, hooked one arm around Y/n’s waist as the other lifted the her leg, prompting her to wrap both legs around his waist as he entered her. ‘fuck’ she groaned, as he filled her up, stretching her walls as she wrapped her arms around his neck for support. Klaus started with steady thrusts while attacking her neck and throat with his mouth, making her feel hot all over. She could feel her nipples harden against the fabric of her dress as she let out desperate moans of pleasure with each thrust. Y/n threw her head back, giving easier access to Klaus while grinding into his body. ‘you feel so fucking good’ she cried, squeezing her eyes shut. Klaus grunted in reply, biting at her skin, making her clench around him. She tangled her fingers in Klaus’ hair. ‘I’m- I’m so fucking close i-‘ she pulled at the blonde, curly strands in between her fingers. Klaus then pulled out of her almost completely, sliding his tip on her slit before thrusting his cock back inside her, bringing his hips to meet hers. He continued the torturous actions until Y/n couldn’t take it anymore. ‘ Klaus, please.’ ‘please what, sweetheart?’ he spoke, the smug smirk still on his lips as sweat beaded his forehead. ‘please, go faster and deeper and i- shit’ she gasped, as he thrusted roughly into her again. ‘you’re so pretty when you’re begging, love’ he said, making you bite your lip. He hit a certain spot inside you and you inhaled sharply, her nails digging into his shoulders and back arching into him. ‘right there?’ he asked, his tone breathless, but still smug. She nodded your head rapidly, unable to make a sound. she pulled him in for a deep, desperate kiss, as he held on tighter to your waist, steading himself as he pumped into her at a faster pace to bring them both closer to orgasm. They both moaned into the kiss, and Y/n felt Klaus twitch inside her when she felt her own toes curl, before releasing into waves of pleasure and bliss, as he did the same, inside her. They both pant, breathless, pulling away from each other as their moans die down. Still out of breath, Y/n leans her head back into the wall before looking back at Klaus again. ‘I still hate you.’ She whispers. Klaus smirks at her.

Teachers AU with flirty gym teacher!Marinette requested by @stirredbrew

Sorry in advance, this is longer than I imagined it would be and also she doesn’t get flirty for a little while rip (also i didn’t include a lot of flirting rlly so)

  • Marinette Dupain-Cheng loves fashion. And she loves working out, being active, anything that takes her breath away.
  • Because of her interest in both, her dream is to start her own brand of sportswear for women (some with pockets definitely), but in the meantime, she works at her old collège as a PE teacher and makes clothes on commission or for herself
  • She’s been working there for a couple of years, and she absolutely loves the kids that come through. Her students usually love her too, because she’s really understanding but also doesn’t take crap
  • There have been whispers, both among the students and staff, that a new maths teacher would be coming in. She brushes it off.
  • One day, when her students are supposed to be running laps, they’re instead in groups, chattering excitedly.
  • “What’s going on?” Mari asks, because she is a poor clueless babe.
  • They tell her that the new maths teacher’s finally here, and a few of them will be switching to his class. She’s a bit curious, because she hadn’t seen him yet. She lets her class talk a little more before telling them they can talk and walk at the same time.
  • While she’s watching them go, she hears the doors open behind her and turns to see if someone came late, but is surprised by the headmaster and a person she doesn’t recognize
  • He’s tall, has longer blond hair that’s pulled back into a short ponytail, and looks kind of lanky. She smirks as she thinks about how her parents would try to feed him their entire kitchen if they met him.
  • She calls out for her students to finish their warm-up laps before strutting over. The headmaster tells her she was just showing their new maths teacher around.
  • Said new guy smiles at her kindly and holds out his hand. She grabs it, and maybe squeezes a little too tight, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
  • “I’m Adrien,” he tells her. She finds it odd that he left off his last name, but introduces herself anyways.
  • “Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she says, giving him a small smile. “You can address me by my last name.”

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Pajama Day

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

Feysand - sick Rhys


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank you so much, darling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But you love me.” Rhys reminds helpfully.

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

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

That is, until she sneezes.

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

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If you don’t love her, leave her. If you can’t picture her in a white dress walking down the aisle towards you, leave her.If you aren’t able to see her as the woman who will raise your children, leave her. If you don’t like the way she looks first thing in the morning, leave her. If her laugh doesn’t warm you up inside, leave her. If her smile doesn’t take your breath away, leave her. If her love for the sky bores you, leave her. If she in general doesn’t fascinate you, leave her because someone out in the world is searching for this extraordinary girl who you believe is just ordinary.
—  E.M.S. {She’s far from ordinary}

Feels Like Home

“So my question is for Y/N,” the fan giggled as she watched the two of you on stage.

You turned to Jensen, a satisfied smile plastered on your face. “See, they love me more,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at him in victory.

He narrowed his eyes at you, scrunched up his nose and bit his bottom lip, contemplating you, smirking at you all the while. “That’s what you think. Wait for it,” Jensen whispered turning back to the blushing fan. “What’s your question?” Jensen encouraged.

“Well, its for Y/N, but it’s about Jensen,” she smiled apologetically in your direction.

You chanced a glance at Jensen and immediately regretted it.

“Boom!” He smiled, cocksure and proud of himself. You shoved him hard in the shoulder, knocking him off his chair causing the entire room to burst into laughter.

“Hurry. Ask your question before he recovers,” you encouraged the fan, kicking his chair over for good measure.

Jensen purses his lips in your general direction as he moves to right his chair and sit back down.

“Well, I was wondering what is your favorite thing about being married to Jensen?” she squeaked out.

“I don’t think this is the answer ANY of you will expect,” you chuckled, glancing at your husband who had forgone the chair and moved to your side, slinging his arm over your shoulder, encouraging you to lean into him where you belonged.

“My favorite thing about being married to Jensen is the hugs,” you said, watching the crowd laugh slightly. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, the sex is amazing,” you added, Jensen squeezing your shoulder, his fingers digging into the meat of your arms, sending an electric current rippling through you. “And those fucking lips, hmmmmm,” you hummed in satisfaction, the memory of his lips only an hour ago still lingering on your lips. “But I’ve gotta say it’s the hugs,” you finished, looking up at Jensen expectantly. “There is something safe about being wrapped in his arms. It feels like I’m home.”

He took your mic from you and laid it in his seat, pulling you from your chair. Immediately his arms embraced you, his warmth surrounding you, his scent filling your senses.

You buried your face in his chest, sighing contentedly. Faintly, you heard the audience awe, but you were lost in the way your husband’s arms felt wrapped tightly around your waist, how his head rested gently on top of yours, how his breaths and your breaths became one, your chests pressed together.

Jensen pulled away from you, his supple lips meeting yours, his beard leaving the perfect burn, heat and fire rising to the surface. There was something comforting and reassuring in the kiss as well as a promise of something more to come as his tongue briefly flicked in to your mouth, eager to taste you.

As if reading your thoughts, Jensen pulled away and leaned over, whispering in your ear.

“After this panel is over, let’s see what we can do about making that second thing you mentioned a little higher on the list,” he teased, his voice low and rumbling, his hands roaming down to squeeze your ass gently.

“Lets,” you agreed, kissing him firmly and pulling him back into a hug before pulling away.

“Thank you,” the fan smiled. “I could see why that’s your favorite thing,” she agreed, a look of sadness crossing her face briefly beside it was replaced with a smile.

The look on her face sparked an idea.

“Go show her, Jen,” you smiled, pushing him toward the edge of the stage.

He smiled brightly at you, understanding crossing his freckled features, quickly jumping offstage and darting toward the young lady. Before she could protest, Jensen had his arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders, pulling her into him.

You watched as a look of pure bliss fell across her face as she clung to your husband. You understood exactly what she felt in that moment, a huge grin spreading across your lips.

“See?” you asked, looking toward the fan and Jensen.

Jensen pulled away, looking down at the fan.

“Was she right?” he asked, his smile reaching his eyes, not taking his arms away from the girl.

“Definitely,” she breathed, her voice a little shaky.

Jensen chuckled, squeezing her quickly before stepping away and jumping back on stage, pulling you into his side.

Your body molded into his. It was meant to be there, the two of you meant to be one. Jensen smiled down at you, leaned down and kissed your temple, then addressed the crowd.

“Alright, I think it’s time for the last question,” he smiled, his arm drifting down around your waist, his fingertips reminding you of the promise from earlier as they danced along your skin under your shirt.

“Yep. Last question,” you agreed, eager to make good on Jensen’s promise.

Affectionate // Cheryl Blossom

Summary: Following a tragedy you move in with your guardian, Sheriff Keller and his reluctant son. Over the course of Freshmen year Cheryl and you fall in love despite her parents viewing of her sexuality but will you ever truly be accepted in your new family?

Prompt #14: Okay, so I kissed you to get a girl off my back but it turns out I can’t stop thinking about you

Characters: Reader x Cheryl Blossom, Reggie Mantle, Sheriff Keller, Kevin Keller, The Blossoms, Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones.

Words: 2763

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters involved.

Warnings: Swearing, Cliff and Penelope Blossom, same sex relationship, drinking, mention of death and angst.

Requested: Yes. Anonymous.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: I conjoined two requests into this because it fit perfectly! I hope you enjoyed this. Add us on snapchat: caitsyandash

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Originally posted by namiiswan

Freshmen year was tough for Cheryl Blossom, her family was only just beginning to fracture under the disappointed of her parents. Jason was strongly telling their parents he didn’t want to take over the business and Cheryl had admitted to her parents why she wouldn’t date the red headed teen sent to their home for two weeks. The Blossoms and Denali’s had been friends since Penelope and Sarah were toddlers and when both became pregnant the families came to a decision. The Blossom daughter would marry a Denali son to bring the families together for mutual financial pros, the red hair, and to make Penelope and Sarah legally family.

When Liam Denali came to learn the family business and meet his betrothed it had been to the discomfort of Cheryl. The thing was that while Liam was okay with the made future, Cheryl wasn’t because she wasn’t into Liam. Cheryl preferred females instead of males and when she told her parents shit hit the fan.

“No way. This had been in agreement since Sarah and I found out we were pregnant. Young lady you will ignore those feelings and marry Liam.” Penelope sternly told her daughter.

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whitebeltwriter  asked:

Trini trying to teach Kim yoga but having a hard time cuz Kim is used to fast cheerleading moves and has no patience; 'til Trini stands behind her to guide her through the movements.

Idk how I feel about this one, but here you go!

Kimberly knew she had a hopeless crush on Trini, she knew that she was in deep, that she couldn’t help that she always got lost in Trini’s warm brown eyes, her bright smile after Kimberly made a dorky joke or after their little ‘fights’ over food, the way she always smelled like pinewood and cedar, normally Kimberly didn’t like the smell, but on Trini it just fit, the earthy smell was comforting and grounding, like her, her smug smirk, which Kim wanted to kiss off her soft, smug lips, every time she saw it. She accepted that she liked Trini, a lot, well maybe more than a lot. Trini was always on her mind, whether she wanted it or not, she could not stop thinking about the other ranger, how small she was, how she would fit perfectly in Kimberly’s arms, how adorable it’d be how if they kissed, Trini would have to stand on her tiptoes to kiss Kimberly, how her tiny, soft hands would fit perfectly in her Kim’s. Kimberly audibly groaned every time she had the thoughts, which was more often than not. She knew it was very inconvenient, especially since the other girl was one of her closest friends, and insisted on them training together, which always ended up in Kim getting her ass kicked, cafe ‘dates’ together, were Kim never finished her food, always too busy focusing on Trini, studying together, Kim never got any work done. All these occasions ended in Kimberly getting smacked in the face with the gay, realizing how hard she was crushing on her best friend. Kimberly also couldn’t say no to the other girl, not for the life of her, so when Trini suggested that they do yoga together on top of the cliff face, Kimberly didn’t even hesitate before saying yes. She did happen to notice the stunned look on Trini’s face of how quick she said yes, and she tried to correct herself.

“Uh..Yeah I’d be down, that’d be cool.”

Kimberly utterly failed at trying to compose herself, and she could feel the blush creeping up her neck and face. Trini nodded her head and replied, looking at Kimberly suspiciously.

“Oh..Okay, well I’ll see you here tomorrow after school, four-ish work?” Trini asked, studying Kimberly, who once again answered much to fast.

“Yes..I mean, um..yeah four should work, uh, I’ll see you then.”

She corrected herself, stuttering profusely, her blush intensifying, a small bashful smile spreading across her face. Trini had a small smirk on her face, but it wasn’t smug, more like surprised, as she confirmed.

“Alright Princess, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

She says smugly, before leaving the pit, scurrying up the rock wall. Once Kim knew that she was out of earshot, Kim let out a loud sigh, leaning against the rock wall, sighing loudly, muttering.

“Fuck.”  

“Oh yeah, you’re screwed dude, have fun with that.”

Zack pops out from behind the rock face, causing Kimberly to jump slightly, as he chuckles scurrying up the wall, before she could say anything about him spying on her and Trini. Kimberly would normally be very angry and would chase after him, but she just picks up a lone rock and tries to chuck it at him, sighing exasperatedly as the rock lands just in above of his head, just missing him. Zack looks back and smiles smugly, as Kimberly makes a face at him, giving an exaggerated smile, flipping him off. He chuckled before running out of sight before Kim could chuck another projectile at him, but not without shouting good luck at her. Kim groans again, asking herself how the hell she got herself into this situation, but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t excited, in the most terrifying way possible.

Her phone told her it was four o’clock, and she knew that she had to go see Trini, she knew she shouldn’t bail on her, but everything inside of Kim was telling her to run, to get away, knowing that she was gonna make a fool out of herself, embarrass herself, and then replay it in her head the rest of day. Kim took a deep breath, trying to mentally prepare herself, but as she saw Trini, she could physically feel herself getting slapped in the face with how tremendously gay she was for the other girl, or bi, or whatever she was, which was not the priority right now, considering that Trini was standing at the cliff face, in nothing but extremely tight black leggings, which were very form fitting, making it impossible for Kim not stare at her ass, and a yellow tank top, which was basically see through. Kimberly couldn’t look away, her eyes widening, taking in a large breath, trying not to make any noise, as Trini was already doing her poses, seemingly very relaxed. She had to have done this on purpose, she had to have noticed Kimberly’s long stares, how she stuttered whenever talking to the girl, a blush permanently on her face, Trini had to know how much agony Kimberly was in, she was basically torturing her, and Kim could do nothing about it.

She took another deep breath, and as she was about to walk forward ,Trini spoke, her eyes still closed.

“So are you gonna keep staring, or am I actually gonna get a chance to teach you?”

Trini asks, the stupid smug smirk on her face, which made Kimberly want to kiss her, badly, the outfit wasn’t helping either. Kim can’t get any words out of her mouth, just mumbles and stutters, so Trini just nods her over, and they begin, Kimberly’s heartbeat intensifying the closer she got to Trini. This was going to be hell.

Kimberly should’ve known she was going to be bad at yoga, she’s a cheerleader, she’s used to fast movements, her body anxiously waiting for the next formation, she always had to keep moving, but that wasn’t what yoga was about. It was about being calm and centred, not worrying about the outside world, it was slow and gradual, each position held for longer than the other. Trini was balanced perfectly, her eyes closed, her breathing deep and steady, while Kimberly was struggling to balance, her eyes focused on the ground, her breathing uneven and shallow, her heart racing anytime she looked up, considering they were on top of a cliff, only a few feet away from the edge. She was trying, very hard, not to make a sound and balance herself, without disturbing the other girl, who looked so peaceful, but she was failing miserably. She shifted her feet again, trying to regain some balance, and Trini finally said something, her eyes still shut.

“I can literally hear you struggling, Princess.”

There was no trace of irritation in her voice, only enjoyment, as she opened her eyes, an amused smile spreading across her face, as she saw how awkward Kimberly looked, her body contorted in the oddest position. Trini lets out a small laugh, causing Kimberly to huff in frustration, returning to a regular standing position. Trini teases her again.

“I didn’t know your body could bend that way, cheerleader.”

Kimberly felt her entire body flush, having to bite her tongue, her breath hitched at the comment. She took a moment to regain her composure before teasing back.

“Well I’m sorry Miss. I-do-yoga-on-top-of-a-mountain that we can’t all be as well balanced and steady as you are.”

She says teasingly. Trini makes an odd, unreadable face, as if she was taking what Kim said into consideration. She nods her head before stating.

“Okay, fine. First position.”

Trini says simply, as Kim’s face contorts into confusion. She asks, her heart beating faster as Trini moves closer to her.

“Uh..Wh..What?”

She stumbles over her words again, as Trini moves closer, the smell of cedar filling Kimberly’s nose, as Trini says, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

“First. Position.”

Her voice was low and sultry and Kim’s breath hitches again. Okay now Trini was defiantly torturing her, on purpose. Kim goes into the first position Trini showed her, her balance off, her feet stumbling, and her breath uneven, until she feels Trini’s hands on her arm, Kim’s back against Trini’s front. Kimberly’s eyes go wide, which thankfully Trini can’t see. As Trini guides Kimberly’s motions, each point of contact sending shivers down Kim’s spine, but her skin also heated up at each point of touch. They fell into a rhythm, as Trini guided Kimberly through each movement, her hands never leaving Kimberly’s body, as Kimberly started to melt into her touch, her eyes shutting closed, as they moved as one, Kimberly’s heartbeat so loud, she was pretty sure that Trini could hear it. Kimberly was able to move through the motions much easier, and as Trini led her through the last motion, bringing Kimberly back into a regular standing position, Trini pulled her hands away slowly, but she didn’t move back, her body still impossibly close to Kimberly, but yet, still not close enough. Kimberly turned around to face the other girl, their faces not even inches apart, the tension around them so thick Kimberly was sure she could cut it with a knife. Trini’s eyes visibly drop to Kimberly’s lips, and instinctively she licks them, as Trini’s eyes slowly moving back to meet Kimberly’s eyes. Kimberly swallowed loudly, waiting for something to happen, the anticipation literally killing her, then Trini moved closer. She moved in slow motion, her lips meeting Kimberly’s ever so slowly, much softer than Kimberly had ever imagined, not like she imagined this, not at all, okay she had, more times than she wanted to admit. The kiss was impossibly slow, it was as if time stopped, all Kimberly could focus on was the feeling of Trini’s warm lips against hers, everything seemingly fading away. Their lips moved together, as one, just like when Trini was guiding her moments ago. As Trini pulled away, Kimberly caught herself chasing after the other girls lips, and as she opened her eyes, she was greeted with Trini’s smug smirk, her breathing shallow, her brown eyes sparkling. Trini is the first to speak, breathless.

“Not bad, Princess.”

She says teasingly, a pleased smile spreading across her face as Kimberly couldn’t help but blush, her face tomato red, and she didn’t care, she didn’t care as she kissed the stupid, smug smirk off of Trini’s face, something she had wanted to do since the first day they met, and all she could say, was that it was as pleasing and fulfilling as she had imagined. Trini had to stand on her tiptoes, trying to kiss Kimberly, and as she did, the world faded around them, all they could focus on was each other, and Kimberly knew, that her crush on Trini was much more than a crush, and she couldn’t care less.

4

You have a daughter, Brianna.

Named after your father, just as I promised. Jamie, I… was angry at you… for such a long time. You made me go and live a life that… I didn’t want to live. But you were right, damn you. Brianna was safe… and loved… and raised well. But sometimes, oh, when she turns and the light catches her red hair or… I see her smile in her sleep… It takes my breath away…

Because I see you.

After Hours - Milkshake

Hello again! Okay so this one is a bit (lot) different. The ones I’ve written before are set at Beacon but this was an idea I had to do something with. It’s a future fic and White Rose. It took me a long time to finish it cause I’ve been dealing with some writer’s block, but I hope you like it regardless. 

Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read it and I hope you like it. I’m happy to add more fics set in future settings or more at Beacon - maybe even some set before Beacon. Let me know what you think <3


It was a rustling that woke her. It was the continued rustling that prevented her from falling back asleep.

Slowly, Weiss was pulled from her slumber and could suddenly feel the chilly air where her arms were uncovered and hear the hum of the noise machine in the distance. There was no movement around her, no more rustling and for a moment, she was nearly consumed by the softness of the pillows and warmth of her blankets.

However, just as she was about to slip away again, there was a toss and a turn next to her and Weiss opened one eye into the darkness of their bedroom.

It was late, no doubt in the middle of the night by how tired she still felt. Only when she heard a heavy sigh next to her, did Weiss know she was being not-so-subtly summoned by her bed partner.

Rolling over, she watched Ruby roll onto her back and kick her feet under the blankets with frustration.

“Ruby?” Weiss called out, her voice thick and scratchy. When she tried to clear it, nothing changed. “S’wrong?”

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The Answer

It’d be a simple thing to answer Anders’s question, if Hawke didn’t know just how he’d make light of it.

Fenris knows things. Many things, about most things. He tells her of Rivain, and Par Vollen and Seheron and Nevarra, of the Fog Warriors and the Fog Dancers, the Orlesian nobility and the Antivan royalty, the Black Divine and the magisterium and the Circle in Minrathous. He tells her of Ashkaari Koslun and enough of the Qun to untwist the contemptuous curl of the Arishok’s mouth when she addresses him. “You hear much when people regard you as little more than furniture,” Fenris replies when she asks how he even knows all that, but that’s just him, she thinks: had it been her, she would have wasted away in idle fantasy, not learned foreign tongues or woven together the web of Thedosian politics from fragments of conversations.

After a lifetime of casting spells first and asking questions later, though, now she tries to understand instead—and when Fenris starts helping himself to her books after learning to read faster than she did the rules of diamondback, she cracks one open of her own for the first time since Lothering.

(Not a picture book and not a book about dragons. And not Hard in Hightown either, as far as Varric is concerned.)

Fenris never lies. He lied to Hadriana, if that can even be counted as such, but it’s because he broke his word that once that Hawke realises it’s only ever held true otherwise. Fenris only says what he means and always means what he says, and though his honesty has the sharp, serrated edges of rashvine nettle sometimes, once the welts have worn off she’s most often left having to admit that he has the truth of it—and when the entire Kirkwall nobility turns into lickspittles, trying to simper their way into the Champion’s good graces (or into her leathers), she comes to think of Fenris’s forthrightness as an uncut gem: perhaps not as pretty as a stone cut and set, but worth that much more.

Hawke, though? She’s—well, not a liar the way Varric is, but she skirts and shirks and twists the truth, maims and manhandles it, has perhaps even left it for dead a few times. At least with Fenris, though, truth comes to her a little easier.

(Anyway, she’d rather not suffer the smug look on his face whenever he pokes holes in her attempts at deceit.)

Fenris tempers her. With the city-wide revelation of her magic—now the Maker’s grace and not His curse—comes something that no title could ever match: the elation of being a known apostate yet untouchable, the unspeakable relief of the first breath after staying underwater a little too long, an intoxicating rush that she has to swim against lest it carry her too far from herself. It’s little things at first: her reveling in Cullen’s stammers and stutters, a casual mention of her magic to sway the nobles of the Keep her way, a misdirection hex cast to make some arsehole bumble off the pier for calling Merrill “knife ear.”

But when treading the line between freedom and excess becomes a balancing act worthy of an Antivan tightrope walker in the storm, when the line all but vanishes—then she has but to look at Fenris, branded with the hubris of mages, to be stirred away from the Void that sings to her.

(Alright—she can’t quite keep herself from teasing Cullen just to watch his nug-wheel brain run.)

The answer to Anders’s question is simple: Fenris makes her a better woman—perhaps even a good woman, when she wouldn’t be otherwise. “By being the perfect example of what not to do?” Anders would say, though, and it’s not that she doesn’t want to argue with him well into the next age—she just doesn’t have any breath left to waste when a certain elf keeps taking it away.

(She’d complain, but nowhere are her breaths, her heart and the truth of her answer safer than in Fenris’s hands, so she lets him have them.)

So—the sex, she jests instead. She’s with Fenris for the sex.

anonymous asked:

As soon as I see the Starfall scene implicated into theories, I want to automatically nope out because it IS so sad and I don't want to think about it until I'm absolutely forced to.

Same. And like both Feyre and Rhys being marked by the spirits, it just hurts me. And I know that was supposed to be a lighter moment on the surface, but it was a deep moment emotionally and with the story told and within the context of the whole scene. And I sometimes wonder if Feyre or Rhys won’t find themselves in a very dark place and the other is able to find them by the light/glowing dust left in them from Starfall…. I know they washed it off, but it read like being marked in a different more meaningful way.

And I just have a feeling that line about finding the other and coming back every year in hopes of seeing them is going to come back. 😭💔🗑

Imagine: Rhys has been taken. And Feyre is fighting and they’re in a weird cask of magic or both locked in someone else’s mind, and it’s dark and she’s searching and searching, and she sees a soft glow. And as she gets closer she realizes it’s a star. And when she’s closer she realizes it’s the star she drew on his hand in spirit dust and there he is. Glowing for no one else’s eyes to see but her own. And he can see her, from the smattering of dust on her face. And Rhys is like, “you have to go, Feyre. You have to leave me.” And she doesn’t want to but she knows she has to. She can’t get him out. And they’re crying and kissing and she tells him she loves him and that she’ll find a way and he tells her he’ll always be with her that he’ll always find her and she tells him that he was the star she wished on, the star she wished for. And then she leaves. And years go by. And she is high lady. And one year there is only one more star to cross the sky on Starfall and it’s so far into the future that it’s no longer a festival even more.

And the next year, there is no star to cross the sky. And Feyre finds herself atop one of the mountains. Staring at the sky. Angry again that Rhys is gone. And she looks up, and one star crosses the sky. A star that shouldn’t be there. A star that glows and glows until it feels like it’s tugging on her heart, on that bond she never let go of.

And then she blinks.

And there he is.

Whole and smiling and just as beautiful as the first time she saw him—he takes her breath away.

“Hello Feyre darling.”

AND THATS HOW IT ENDS.
💀💔🗑

Cadenti Porrigo Demolotio

Ancient Greek Siren Harry

cadenti porrigo demolotio: I reach out my hand to the man who’s pulling.

Harry’s beauty was whispered through the valleys of Greece, attracting females and males to the island of Mykonos in hopes of hearing the green eyed siren’s song. Myths and legends told of heroes such as Odysseus and Heracles swayed by his beauty, even the goddess Aphrodite smitten by him and his son. He was no god of any sort; instead a nymph, if you will. An Oceanide.

Harry had skin kissed by the Greek sun. He had eyes that matched the wine colored sea he dwelled in and hair the color of whiskey. He knew he was beautiful too; people were willing to die to catch a glimpse of him, how could he not?

His voice was just as beautiful as he was. In the dead of night you could hear the distinct tune of his irresistibly sweet melody against the lapping waves on the sand. Though deemed as suicides, many had traveled to the island only to jump in the water in search of him only to be met with their fate under the sea. It wasn’t until Harry’s own fateful day where he meet his own siren of his dreams. Although she wasn’t a siren like he was.

She was human, and the most god damn beautiful human Harry had ever seen too. She was a sort of understated beauty, one that in a crowded marketplace in the famous city of Athens, Harry would be able to pick her out in a millisecond. She had lips the color of pomegranates and smudges of coal lined around her eyes to make them bigger than already possible. A soft, sweet gentle voice that Harry could hear when she was out that made his heart swell two sizes bigger.

How could he ever love another?


(Y/N) had traveled by boat to her birthplace of Mykonos. Every summer she would return to her childhood home and spend the season aiding her elderly parents around the house and the town. Living in a small cottage just on the coast of the island, her favorite thing to do was to garden and to sing, preferably at the same time. In the late evenings she would tend to the roses and watch the rhythmic percussion of the waves on the sand.

It wasn’t until one night the girl had wondered on the dark beach, wrapping her silk dress tighter around against her body. Her hair blew in tresses around her, momentarily restricting her vision until it was whipped away back behind her.

(Y/N) squinted, eyeing a blurry form in the distance with a look of confusion. Something had washed up; something big. A …shark? A seal? Coming closer, her jaw dropped open; it was a man. A man with a long, slender torso that turned from skin to scales into a long fish tail. He lay unmoving, twitching from time when a particularly strong gust of wind blew.

(Y/N) sunk down to her knees, observing him. She had only ever heard of nymphs in stories but undoubtedly knew from his appearance that he must of been one. His long hair lay strewn around his head in a disheveled mess and bits of sand covered his face all the way down to his torso. Clearly, he had been washed up. But how could such a strong creature, one so close to a human, allow itself to become so vulnerable?

(Y/N) reached out and dusted flecks of sand away from his forehead and eyes, noting that his skin, though a blue tint, was warm and he was in fact still breathing. She noted how long his eyelashes were and how they touched the apples of his cheeks, his lips a shade of a pink hibiscus. She felt herself becoming smitten with the man.

Harry jumped, startling the girl’s hand off of him with a gasp. From his view on the sandy beach, all he could see was the swirl of dark storm clouds above him and a frightened girl looking down on him. His girl.

“I’m sorry for startling you. What’s your name?” He whispered, lifting a hand up onto the girl’s jaw and cupping it sweetly. She followed his hand with hers and gave a slight eyebrow scrunch. He talked with an unusual accent, one that reveled he was not where she was from.

“(Y/N).”

“Lovely.” He coughed. “Can you help me back into the sea? I’m having trouble breathing.”

(Y/N) jumped up but the thought came to her mind; how was she suppose to drag a siren back into the ocean?

Harry held his arms out, encouraging her to take his hands. She did so with hesitation and lifted him off the ground only to find he weighed basically nothing. She felt like she was lifting a child up but he stood towering over her, wrapping his arms around her dainty neck to keep balance. (Y/N) stood shocked.

“Please.” He encouraged her, feeling her body rigid with hesitation.

She complied, using one arm to hoist his body up and carry him bridal style down to the water. She pushed her embarrassment to the side, as this was probably really damn strange looking. She wandered into the ocean waist deep, occasionally losing her footing against the waves that didn’t seem so gentle.

She loosened her hold on the siren, allowing him to slide into the sea. He did so quickly, diving under before coming back up with a refreshing laugh. Harry leaned over and took her hands, encouraging her to follow him deeper in the sea.

(Y/N) shook her head, pulling against his hold. “I can’t swim. I’ll drown.“

Harry had this funny look on his face, an odd smile matched with eyes that visibly shined even in the dead of night. He smoothly pulled her forward, her feet sliding off the sand and automatically kicking her weight above her. (Y/N) gasped, latching her grip onto the siren and wrapping her legs around his waist in a haste.

“I can’t swim!” She cried but a mistake it was, as now the siren floated the two of them deeper into the black ocean. The water was cold, surprising for a Greek summer and it had (Y/N)’s hair standing up on end. Her wet dress was weighing her down even harder onto Harry who had his strong arms wrapped around waist.

“Focus on me.” Harry spoke but it was difficult to hear him over the water spinning in waves around them. He had the same dreamy look on his face, seeming to appear unaware of (Y/N)’s horrified state.

Harry leaned in and kissed her lightly on the mouth, her body going in shock before melting into his as she reciprocated the kiss. Their noses bumped into each other as he worked his lips over hers, as he had never before kissied anybody. She clung to him as a child, momentarily forgetting the fact that she was freely floating in the sea.

The siren’s kiss made her feel warm inside but not warm enough to stop the fact that she was shivering. Harry tangled his hand in her hair, enjoying the sound of their lips against each other but her iron like grip on his shoulders made him pull away.

“I’m scared.” (Y/N) spoke. “Please take me back to shore.”

Harry frowned, not wanting their time to be up just yet.

“Tell me,” Harry sounded, his hand in her hair detaching and resting on the base of her neck. “Do you believe you can breathe underwater?”

“Would I be this scared in the middle of the ocean if I knew I could breathe underwater?”

Harry laughed, flicking his tail to keep them afloat. “What if I told you you could?”

(Y/N) shook her head. “I want to go home, I’m very tired. Please.”

“Okay, I’ll take you home. Hold onto me.”

And so, the siren trod the waters back to shore. (Y/N) let out a sigh of relief when her toes touched the sandy bottom of the floor. Without much of a goodbye or a look back, the girl ran back to dry land and up the path back to her tiny cottage.

Harry watched her, rising with anger. He took her on an adventure that no other had experienced and she repays him by running away? Here he was in love with her, so enamored but there she was trying to get away from him. He slapped the water surface angerly. 

Harry took a breath and started to sing a song of sorrow and heavy heart. Singing always calmed Harry down, making him feel like the calm after the storm. Most of the time, Harry didn’t even know he had started singing because he would fall into a state of semi-consciousness, one that would make him feel one with nature, one with the gods on Mount Olympus and one with Earth.

Unknowingly, Harry’s melody had drifted into the wind and on to (Y/N)’s ears. She stopped her hurried walk and fell in love with the siren all over again. It only took her a millisecond to decide her fate and she was running back, holding her dress up from her legs and sprinting back down to the beach she had just been running from minutes before. It felt like an invisible string was pulling her, yanking her back in the water and to the siren’s arms. She didn’t care anymore though.

Harry saw her running, letting the last note of his song curl slowly from his lips. She stumbled through the water, doing her best attempt of trying to swim towards him before meeting being enclosed in his embrace and planting her lips onto his.

“Take me away.” She breathed heavily. “I never want to be without you, please, take me away.”

It didn’t take Harry any more convincing than that to turn around swim deeper into the sea. Though awkward, (Y/N) clung to the side of him, completely hypnotized by the voice of a siren she didn’t even know the name of.

When the island of Mykonos was only a dot in the horizon, Harry turned to (Y/N) and with a dazzling smile, breathed, “Are you ready?”

(Y/N) nodded, struggling to keep herself a float. “I’m yours, I’ll go wherever you go.”

With that, Harry took her hand and dived down. Immediately the water burned (Y/N)’s lungs, paradoxically making them feel like a growing flame. She coughed and sputtered violently but continued to follow the siren blindly deeper into the darkness. Her eyes refused to adjust, only seeing a blur of Harry’s tail and red and black blotches. Her head pounded, every cell in her body screaming for oxygen but she didn’t care to fight. (Y/N)’s love for the man dragging her deeper only heightened with each second and soon, she began to fall.

It hurt so bad that… it didn’t anymore. Her body didn’t struggle and became in tune with the wishes of her heart. She was peacefully numb. Nothing except her love mattered.

All movement stopped and before she knew it she was just floating in the empty ocean. Harry’s hand had disconnected from hers and suddenly, she had never felt more lonelier. (Y/N)’s last memory before she died was the siren’s lips on hers, kissing the last bits of her life away. He held the water in her chest with his kiss and watched her diminish.

making my heart beat again

so, thanks to @startofamoment for the absolutely amazing prompt (this and all the others, which you should check out here!) and to @elsaclack for all her help - hope y’all like it!! (title from stuck like glue, by sugarland)


He’s still chuckling at her screaming sheep prank as he walks out of the break room. He’s ten paces away when he turns back, ready to stick his tongue out at her and yell one last comeback. Except that’s when he sees it: the Double Tuck.

His first thought is of Rosa and her scarily accurate Amy impression and then all of a sudden that won’t leave his head. Amy’s put her phone away, is pouring a packet of sugar into her coffee, and he’s standing completely still with the image of Rosa smiling and tucking her hair behind both ears overlaid on images of Amy doing the same thing. It replays for maybe a second or maybe an hour or maybe a month – he can’t really be sure because his stomach is bottoming out and his foot is tapping uncontrollably and every rational thought in his mind is on hiatus. Then, finally, the buzzing in his brain stops and he hears Rosa talking about how, “When Amy really likes someone…”

And his feet are moving.

He’s not sure what he’ll do when he gets to the break room. He has no plan, no inkling of what he wants to say to her. But she likes him and he keeps repeating it to himself in his head so that the words take on rhythm as he walks – shelikesmeshelikesmeshelikesme – and then he’s at the door of the break room, putting his hand on the handle.

She looks so beautiful that it takes whatever breath he still had away for a moment – her forehead is a bit scrunched in the way it is when she’s focused on a difficult problem as she pours milk into her mug with the precision of a scientist. Her hair is falling like curtains around her face, largely obstructing his view, and he takes a moment, as he always does, to wonder what it would be like to touch it.

And then he remembers: she maybe likes him so he’ll maybe get to find out.

That sobering thought brings him crashing back to reality. His stomach, which had been swooshing back and forth, settles. His mouth closes, his teeth clacking together with the speed of the movement. His hand falls limply off the doorknob. Because he has no idea what comes next.

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