the girl and the boy have such a strong british accent

Get the Girl [Klaus Mikaelson x Reader]

Requested: no

Summary: (Y/n) Salvatore is kidnapped by Klaus while Elena is kidnapped by Rebekah. The Salvatore must choose between which of the two lives and comes back while the other dies. They pick Elena and (Y/n) feels betrayed. Klaus takes pity on her and spares her life on the condition that she live with Mikaelsons. She accepts and bonds with the family, especially with Klaus.

Word count: 3358

Warnings: swearing, Salvatores being jerks

Request HERE.

Originally posted by malachaisangel

You walked down the stairs of the Salvatore boarding house in your pajamas to find your brothers and their friends scheming.

You rolled your eyes, there was always something wrong in Mystic Falls, and the people in the living room were always involved somehow, “What is it this time?” you asked, sitting down beside Damon.

“We may or may not have pissed of Klaus Mikaelson by killing his big brother Finn.” Your brother, Stefan said, “And we’re trying to anticipate what he is going to do in return.” Damon finished.

“Really, you guys? I have an idea! Let’s piss off the Original fucking Hybrid by killing his Original brother. That will not at all have negative side effect that could kill us all!” you raised your hands in the air and looked at your raven-haired brother skeptically, “And you just had to kill Finn, of all of them. The least dangerous one to us! Why not someone Rebekah? She’s much more of a threat! And she’s closer to Klaus. You can’t even do something stupid correctly!” You put your head in your hands, “I can to this right now, I need a drink, or drinks.” You said before getting up and making coffee, adding a hint of alcohol in the mug.

You walked back to them and spoke again, “Well, since you’re already in this shit, I might as well help you guys.”

“No, you aren’t. You are staying very calmly in this house, not going out until we are done with this Mikaelson situation.” Damon said, Stefan nodded behind him.

You threw them a shocked and annoyed look, “Are you guys serious? I know I was turned a bit later than you but I’m still a 160 years old vampire. I’m pretty sure I have as much a capacity to defend myself than Matty-boy over there.” You nodded your head towards the blue-eyed boy.

“Fine, then you can defend yourself here.” Damon replied.

You knew that your brother was stubborn but you were too, “But-”

“No buts, (Y/n). You are staying here, end of story!” Stefan intervened.

Once Stefan entered the fight, it was over, two against one, victory was impossible for you, “Fine!” you yelled, admitting defeat. You stormed back up the stairs, furious.

You decided that, since you couldn’t do anything, you would eavesdrop on their plan. They were going to… use Caroline as bait for Klaus and… verify if they were from his bloodline… You couldn’t be bothered to listen to the rest due to rage against your brothers not letting you go with them. Although, you heard that Elena had also been placed under house arrest, your brother, as much as you loved them, were a real pain in the ass.

You heard them all leave and you ran down the stairs, grabbing your jean jacket when a figure stood before you, “Just the one I was looking for.” He smirked.

Your eyes widened, not expecting this, “Niklaus Mikaelson, I presume? Elena and her protection squad just left. You can go find them elsewhere, I really need to go so, excuse me.” You said before trying to move past him.

He stepped in front of you, blocking your path, “You are not afraid, interesting.” You looked at him straight in the eye, “My dear sister Rebekah is… taking care of Elena. I, on the other hand, am here for you.” Your eyebrows raised in confusion, “I am sorry but, I have to do this.” He said before planting a vervain-filled needle in your neck. You yelled in pain before blacking out.

Your eyes opened, your blurry vision clearing up little by little. You groaned, you tried to move your arms but they were tied behind your chair by a vervain-laced rope, as well as your feet. You were sitting in a wooden chair, in an unfamiliar house. Paintings decorated the walls, you were face to face with a large fireplace, your chair was on a red carpet with an abstract pattern on it. You thought hard about where you could possibly be when your memories of your encounter with the Original Hybrid came to your mind.

“That little shit.” you groaned.

“Ah! You’re awake, love. Good, Bekah and I were about to call your brothers.” You swiveled your head to the right when the British accent spoke.

“Niklaus.” You whispered, “What do you want with me?” you asked.

“You are a what I love the most: revenge.” He grinned maliciously.

“I’m kinda lost here, you know? I’m not a mind reader. What are you going do? What is the great Originals’ evil plan?” you asked.

He laughed at your unwavering snarky personality, “I might as well tell you to pass the time. He shrugged, “Once upon a time, two vampire brothers and his friends decided to annoy a very strong vampire-werewolf hybrid by killing his vampire brother.” You rolled your eyes at how he decided to tell his ‘tale’, “This hybrid and his sister, another vampire, agreed to take their revenge. They knew that the best way to hurt them was to hurt the ones they love.” He continued, leaning towards you, “Their sister and the girl they both loved. Each sibling kidnapped one of the girls and took them somewhere no one could find unless the location was given to them. Both siblings were going to call one brother at the same time, telling them that they had one of their loved ones. They would torture the girls over the phone and force them to pick one.” He grinned, while you were struggling to get out of your chair, “They would be given the location of the girl they would choose and the other one would be kept, or killed.”

When he was done, his phone beeped, signaling that he had received a text, he looked up at you, smiling and stood up, “It’s time, little one.”

He dialed a number and nearly immediately, Damon’s voice could be heard, “Where are they!?” you heard him yell into the phone.

“Calm down mate. Is your brother with you?” he asked, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Yes.” He grunted.

“He should be on the phone right now. Put yours on speaker.” Klaus ordered.

“Why?” Damon asked.

“Because, I have your sister and a stake in my hand.” He wasn’t lying, he held a large piece of wood in his right hand.

You heard your brother making a sound of discontent before the sound of his phone being put down and being on speaker phone, Klaus did the same, allowing you to hear everything more clearly, without having to strain your vampire hearing.

“Hello Nik.” Rebekah’s voice said.

“Hello Bex. Do you think we should explain to the Salvatore brother what is going on?” he asked her.

“Yes, good idea brother, they must be so lost. I must say boys, placing your loved ones under house arrest made the whole kidnapping thing so much easier.” You could practically hear her grinning.

You brothers tried to intervene but Klaus tutted them, “You do not understand, you are not in charge in this situation. Don’t speak unless spoken to. So, here’s what’s going to happen, Salvatores.” He started. Afterwards, he told them what he had just told you. He finished his story too dramatically in your opinion, “So, Salvatores, who’s it going to be? Elena Gilbert, the girl loved by both, or (Y/n) Salvatore, the sister?”

Damon didn’t completely believe him, “You’re bluffing, you won’t hurt Elena, she’s the only way you can make hybrids, Klaus.”

Klaus laughed, “Her body has enough blood to make quite a few more hybrids. If I drain her whole body of blood, and my hybrids survive long enough, I’ll have the time to find the new doppelgänger and use her blood.

Silence. “Sister, I think we should give them a little…” he paused, walking towards you, “encouragement.” He finished before stabbing you in the thigh.

You yelled in pain, blood dripping down your jeans. Your brothers called your name but were interrupted by Elena’s scream of pain and she caught his attention, they kept asking her if she was okay and what had happened.

You realized what was going to happen, tears started streaming down your face while Klaus spoke again, “Pick. You have five seconds until they both die.”

You could feel your brothers’ doubt and whispered, “I get it guys, always get the girl, no matter the price, right?” Knowing that your brothers could hear you.

“We’re sorry (Y/n).” Stefan said before announcing Elena’s name.

You let out a sob. Klaus hung up and walked towards you. You raised to tear-stained face and your (e/c) orbs met his dark ones, if you were going to die, you were going to do it with dignity, “Well, Niklaus Mikaelson, here comes the time when death comes back after I cheated it. I die without anything left but my pride.” You closed your eyes, waiting for death to come.

“I have a few things to ask first.” He said, your eyes opened, “Tell me your story and I’ll tell you mine.”

“Okay…” you said, having nothing to lose, “Well, I was 7 years old when Stefan and Damon were turned, my mother died when I was two years old. I had a friend who was a vampire and, when I got consumption, she fed me her blood to ease the pain. There was no more space in my hospital so the doctors decided to ‘terminate’ the terminal patients and I was killed, with her blood in my system. Thus, began my life of vampirism.” You continued, telling him about everything like how you reunited with Damon when you were thrown in the Augustine prison, they had moved you to another facility and how you escaped. You had returned to Mystic Falls after hearing about the animal attack and saw your brothers again. You spilled everything about yourself to the man who was going to kill you.

In return, you learned the whole tale of the big bad Original Hybrid, Klaus Mikaelson. “You are the only one in the world to know my whole story, (Y/n). Please, do not share it with anyone.” He smiled, genuine, kind smile.

You looked at him, confusion in your eyes, “I won’t be able if you kill me.”

“Did you know that you’re the only person other than my family who calls me by my full name?” he asked.

Why wasn’t he answering you? Why did he ask you that?

“No, I didn’t.” you replied, wondering where this conversation was going.

“I like it. But, I must admit,” he leaned towards you, untying your arms and legs from the chair, “I’d rather you call me Nik when we’re alone.”

You had no idea what he was doing or what was happening.

“I have to admit Nikl-” he raised his eyebrows at you, “Nik” you corrected yourself, “I don’t completely understand what is happening right now.”

“I’m not killing you, love.” Relief flushed over you. He lifted his index finger, “On one condition.” You nodded, “You stay with us. I like you and you did not deserve to be treated as such by your own family. I am sure you will get along with the rest of my family, especially Rebekah. We could be your new family, if you’d like. Also, you wouldn’t be able to go out here in Mystic Falls, I can’t lose my reputation of being a man of my word when it comes to threats.”

You got up and grinned, “Don’t worry, I completely understand. Anyways, I don’t want to see any of them.”

You were talking with Klaus. Suddenly, the door opened, you listened the clicking of heels until a blonde-haired form stood in front of you. “Really, Nik? You couldn’t kill her?” Rebekah asked her brother.

“Oh, don’t worry Bekah, I sure you will find her quite fun to be around. I’ll leave you two alone, don’t kill her.” He stood up and left the room.

“So…” Rebekah started. The conversation was small talk at first but, then you got into the good stuff and grew close. Bonding about how annoying being the little sister was.

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You kept your promise to Klaus, you had been staying with the Mikaelsons for over three months getting along well with all of them. You had just come back from a shopping spree in the town next door with Rebekah and dropped off your bags in your room. You were headed to the living room when you passed an open door. You had always seen it closed during your time here. Curious, you pushed it open and found a room full of canvasses, some covered in paint, others partly and the rest blank, untouched. You walked around the room amazed by their beauty, you noticed that the style was similar to that of the paintings that hung in the living room.

You heard footsteps coming from behind you. You turned around and saw the Original Hybrid leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, “Did you paint these?” you asked, gesturing to the canvasses surrounding you, “They’re absolutely marvelous.”

He smiled, “Thank you, love. I find that painting calms me. It has been my hobby for quite some time now.” You smiled back at him, “Well, my arrival doesn’t stop you from looking around darling, go on.” He urged. You blushed slightly and walked around the large room.

“Are you really so arrogant that you just have to hang your own paintings in the house?” you said, returning to your snarky self.

Klaus laughed, “And the moment is officially ruined, love.”

“Firstly, what moment? Secondly, what did I tell you about calling me love and darling? I am not Caroline or any of Damon’s and Stefan’s friends.” You said, still walking around the room.

Your eyes fell upon a painting covered by a white sheet. Interested, your reached towards the sheet.

Meanwhile, Klaus spoke again, “Fine, (Y/n). I won’t call you by anything else than your name are you happy?”

“Yes, quite.” You replied. You grabbed the sheet and pulled it, revealing the painting. Behind you, Klaus’s eyes widened as he ran towards you, but it was too late, you were already staring at it.

It was a portrait on a white background. The painting was a girl with (e/c) eyes and (h/c) hair. Your mouth opened slightly in realization. Klaus had painted you. It was beautiful, bringing out your more significant traits, the white background giving you an angelic look. He had managed to represent you perfectly, it felt like watching yourself in a mirror.

You turned around to the Original, “You painted me.” You said, still in shock.

“Yes, I did. Quite obvious, isn’t it?” He said, taking a step towards you.

You didn’t move, “Why did you paint me?” you asked.

“You’re beautiful, (Y/n). How could I not paint you? And, when you decide to leave us for your true family, I’ll have something to remember you by.” This time, it was your turn to look up at him. You were nearly touching.

You looked up at him and cupped his cheek with one of your hands, “It’s a lovely painting, Niklaus. But, you’ll never have a use for it ‘cause I’ll be with you until the end of time.”

You leaned towards him and he did the same. Your lips touched and fireworks exploded on your lips. He wrapped his arms around your waist and you draped your arms around his shoulders. Both your lips fit together like pieces of a puzzle. You pulled away, a smile etched on your face. He grinned at you. Your arms still wrapped against each other.

“What you say about a date, Nik?” you asked.

“I would like that very much.” He replied.

“Now aren’t you glad that you were a creep and painted me?” you joked.

“This is what I mean by ‘ruining the moment’, love.” He said, kissing the top of your head.

“Well, I’ve got to go, I have to see Rebekah about her newest crush Matt.” You told, pecking his lips and leaving a smitten Klaus Mikaelson alone in the room.

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You and Klaus had been dating for a month and a half and your relationship was still going strong. Everything had been going great until Tyler formed a rebellion of unsired hybrids and Klaus killed all twelve of them. Tyler had run away before Klaus had managed to kill him so, as revenge, your boyfriend killed his mother and the mayor: Carol Lockwood.

You knew that your ex-friends would want to avenge their friend’s mother, you just didn’t know what they would do in return. You hadn’t expected that they would attack the Mikaelson household. Unfortunately, the Originals had business in another town and had left for the weekend, they had left you at the house.

Which brings you to now.

You were watching a tv show with your headphones on in your room. So, when the band of vampires and humans came into the mansion, you didn’t hear a thing. It was only when they had scoured the whole bottom floor and came up the stairs that you had heard them. You didn’t think anything of it, probably Klaus and Rebekah coming home early.

“(Y/n)?” a voice spoke, not a Mikaelson one.

You turned around from your seat and your eyes met bright blue ones.

“Damon.” You sneered.

“Y-you’re alive.” He stuttered.

“No shit, Sherlock.”

His friends finished checking the house and had come up to the only other source of sound. They all piled into your room. You looked at them; Stefan, Elena, Caroline, Bonnie, Jeremy and Matt.

“Wow, you guys really went all out for a plan that didn’t work out.” You said, not bothered by stunned people in front of you.

Your other brother was the next to come out of his trance, “How are you still alive?” he asked.

“Straight to the point, right big bro?” You said.

Damon rolled his eyes, “You haven’t changed at least. Now answer the damn question.”

“Fine.” You huffed, “Well, after the two of you left me to die.” They all looked at their feet in guilt, earning a grin from you, “Klaus asked me my ‘story’. I told him how it wasn’t the first the two of you left me to fend for myself, how I turned into a vampire yada, yada… And he told me his whole story in return. After, he made me a deal: he’d let me live if I stayed with them. So, I, caring for my life unlike you two assholes,” you pointed your fingers, “accepted. And thus, began my friendship with the Mikaelson family. They treated me well, I went shopping Rebekah and had fun chats with Elijah. And that’s the story.” You finished.

There was a long silence before Elena spoke up, “Come home with us, we’ll protect you.”

You grinned, “Well, you see Elena, I like the freedom I have with the Mikaelsons. I also think that any of your friends” you gestured to the rest of the people, “wouldn’t hesitate to pick you over me another time, especially my brothers. And, finally, you can stay with your boyfriends, I’ll stay with mine.” When you finished talking, you saw some jaws drop and some eyes widen which, in turn, made you grin even more, “Oh, right! You don’t know, meet my new boyfriend,” you gestured to the figure behind them, “Klaus Mikaelson.”

You had sent a text with your phone behind your back that was complete gibberish to your boyfriend, knowing that he would worry and come back. You were right.

“Hello, love.” He walked over, placing a kiss on your forehead, “Are these people bothering you?” he asked.

“Yes,” you replied, “I’d like them to leave.”

“Anything for the person I love, especially if the people I’m about to attack broke her heart not that long ago.” He grinned.

Realization crept on their faces and they sent you pleading looks, “Being stabbed in the back hurts, doesn’t it.” You looked at your brother, “Karma’s a bitch.”

British Puns and Greasy Hair:Part 1

( COLE SPROUSE X READER X TOM HOLLAND) 

SUMMARY :

DailyNews- 

Cole and (Y/n) has reportedly broken up amid rumours Cole had been cheating on (Y/n) with co-star Lili Reinhart. Both Cole and (Y/n) play major roles in the hit CW series Riverdale. Sources have confirmed that neither Cole nor (Y/n), or even Lili for that matter, will be leaving the show despite the brutal tension, especially for (Y/n). The Riverdale cast will soon be shooting the third edition of the hit series with a new actor joining them this season- Tom Holland.

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A/N : Hi everyone :) I hope you’re all doing well. Please do let me know what make of this Love Triangle I’m trying to create! I love hearing from you guys <3

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It has been 2 months.Two months since you caught your two best friends making out in the Men changing room. You still remember it like it happened yesterday.

Since it was the last day of shooting, you and Cole had planned a small celebratory dinner. Everybody had already packed up and left. You had been waiting for Cole for over half an hour so you decided to look for him in the Changing room. What you saw next turned your world outside down. To say you had your heart crushed and broken would be an understatement. After all, what do you do when you find out that the first person to ever look into your eyes and tell you he loved you, never really did?

 You’ve kept a very low profile ever since then. There’s no denying you still miss your first love but you don’t, not even for a second, want him back. He ruined you.

The first two months were brutal. You felt out of your body. You were sad for a very long time. You missed him. Of course, you did. You missed the beautiful boy with the greasy blonde hair who’d never let anyone touch his hair, with the exception of you. You missed him everytime you woke up at 3am and realized you couldn’t call him to tell him about your bad dreams anymore. You missed him everytime you came across pictures of you photographed by the paparazzi alone because you’re so used to being photographed, and being protected, by Cole. But you missed him most when you roll over to the other side of bed and find an extra pillow instead of Cole’s warm body and his scent which you were so familiar with.

But as days turned into weeks and weeks into months, your heart began to heal. Camila and KJ were your backbone. Camila dressed you up and took you out for meals while KJ took you girls shopping a lot of times. They made sure you were okay and that you weren’t alone. Soon you started to feel happy again, without Cole. There was no trace of Cole. Camila had blocked Cole from all your social media accounts and even from your phone because he called every single night for 1 month. “Never go back to what broke you,” Camila always reminded you. There was nothing you wanted more than to be with Cole again but the way he broke your heart was brutal and you knew you didn’t deserve any of it.

It has been 2 months. Today is your first day back at work since that dreadful incident. You haven’t seen Cole for two months straight. It would be weird to see him again, as someone who isn’t your boyfriend. To see him and Lili would be pretty sickening but hey, mama raised a strong bitch! You have no idea what’s going on between Cole and Lili. For all you know, they could be dating, you don’t know, no news emerged ever since. You’ve already forgiven the two of them though. Because hating them is just another way of holding on to them and they certainly do not belong in your life anymore. You don’t feel anything towards either of them. No bitterness, no happiness.

“Oh no, I have to be in set in 20 minutes,” you rush to get changed.

So after a 20 minutes ride to set, here’s what you’ve deliberated:

-       That you will be strong.

-       That you will remain professional towards both Cole and Lili.

-       That you will not let your emotions get to you.

-       That you will smile and continue to be the best version of yourself.

Okay, (Y/n), let’s do this.

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Not surprisingly, you arrive 10 minutes late to the set. Ugh, LA traffic.

Around 3-4 paparazzi were quick enough to hurdle towards you as you parked your car.

Ok, the thing with paparazzi- you loathe them. You know they’re just doing their job but they can be pretty scary sometimes. Cole was  always the one to protect you from them but with him gone, you’re on your own.

Maybe that’s a good thing, you reassure yourself.

You quickly get out of the car as they proceed to take multiple shots of you.

“(Y/N), how are you feeling today?”

“Are we going to see any catfights today?”

“Are you still heart-broken?”

You roll your eyes at their questions as you make your way towards the set.

“Hey, leave her alone!” you hear an unfamiliar voice call out in a strong british accent.

You, in sync with the paparazzi, turn around to find a new face upfront.

The word Handsome would be an understatement.

There stood a guy you’re not sure you’ve seen before. He had dark brown hair and he looked pretty fit!

He makes his way towards you. The paparazzi quickly click him as well, yelling out “Ayee Spidy, what are you doing here?”

Spidy?

The Spidy guy gives you a warm smile as he approach towards you, “(Y/n), right?”

How does he know my name?

“Can we please get in first?” you squeak with a scared look. Gosh, you sure do hate the paparazzi.

So you and the Spidy guy make your way towards the set. Soon, the paparazzi  are out of sight.

“I’m sorry about earlier, I have a crippling phobia of photographers,” you blurt awkwardly, “Thank you for saving me though!”

He chuckles,”That’s my job, saving people”

You didn’t quite understand what he was trying to imply.

“It’s my first day here,” he exclaims

“You don’t say! Anyone who knows Mark knows not to be late,”

“Well then, I hope Mark doesn’t have a crippling fear of spiders if he wants to mess with me”

Okay, you have no idea where this guy gets his sense of humour from. You have no idea what he’s trying to imply.

British puns?

“Have we met before?” you question him. He does look familiar.

Lost in the conversation, you hadn’t realized that you’ve already reached the set.

You walk in to find everyone in a full circle. Camila, KJ, Lili, Casey, Madeline, Cole..

“Ah, (Y/n), you’re finally here!” Mark loudly exclaims.

Everybody turns around to find you and the Spidy guy walking in together. You try your very best not to look at Cole, or be affected by him. Onlookers could easily tell how his face changed when he saw you.

“I see you’ve already met your new co-star, Tom.” Mark exclaims,

Wait what.

“Tom Holland, everyone!”

You gawk at TOM HOLLAND happily waving at everybody as the crew and the cast cheers him on.

How could you have been so stupid? The handsome smile, the fit body, the british accent, SPIDY, the stupid spiderman puns! How could you have missed it?

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry I couldn’t’-“ you shyly try to explain yourself.

“That’s alright love, it was fun while it lasted” he winks and disappears in the crowd of producers and crew members.

“(Y/n), make up room!” you hear one of the make-up artist call you.

“Be there!” you reply as you make your way towards the Hair&makeup room.

“(Y/n),” you’re paused by the sound of a familiar voice.

You turn around to find the last person you wanted to see on your first day back at work.

Cole Mitchell Sprouse.

Seeing him after so long feels so weird, espically because you were so used to seeing him every single day. This is your very first encounter with him ever since that incident and you have no idea what to feel. A part of you wants to run up to him and hug him tight like you always do while the other half wants to run as far as you can from him.

 Cole carried a melancholy expression.

“Hey,” you reply, avoiding his eyes.

“(Y/n),” he tries to walk closer towards you but you take a step back.

He pauses, “(Y/n), can we please talk?“

“Aye shy girl! I was wondering if you could show me around?” you hear Tom intervene from a distance. Poor guy looks so lost with his scripts! 

“Sure,” you reply back at Tom, making Cole widen his eyes.

“Later, Cole.” You quietly murmur and leave.

Cole quickly grabs your hand, “(Y/n), please”

You abruptly let yourself free from his grip as you reply, “There is nothing to talk about.”

 You hold your heart together as you walk away from ‘what broke you’. You don’t want to hear what he has to say. You don’t to hear any explanations. He knew what he was doing when he kissed Lili. He did what he did at the cost of your feelings. You’ve forgiven but you’ve definitely not forgotten.

 “Everything alright, love?” Ugh, Tom and his English ways. Any girl could easily be a sucker for this lad!

You nod at the innocent-lost british lad as Cole continues to look on. “Let’s start with the Hair&make up”.

It hasn’t even been 10 minutes since you’ve walked into set but you’re barely holding your heart together after having a short 30 second conversation with Cole. And to think you haven’t even talked to Lili yet!

For all you know, the third season of Riverdale is going to be one hell of a ride, considering you still have feelings for the guy who crushed your heart in two. Hopefully, you’ll be able to get past Cole and Lili in the long run but for now, you’re glad you have this cheeky british lad with terrible puns to pay heed to.

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A/N : yay or nah?

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Sparks Fly

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*Requested

Imagine: In 1919, while looking for ripper Stefan, who went missing nearly a year ago, you have a very pleasant meeting with one the oldest vampires in existence: Klaus Mikaelson. 

Warnings: slight smut, bad words and, oh, well, it’s a vampire imagine, there’s gotta be a little blood. haha

N/A - Not quite as you requested, but I hope you like the same way, anon. :) Also, you guys could read this while listening to Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. I heard it repeatedly when I was writing this one. 

Word Count: 2326 

Dear Damon,

I am aware of the promise I made to sent you a letter every month, so you know that I’m alive, but things have been a bit messy lately. Moving from one place to another has not given me much time to write; actually, my only true focus is finding our brother and getting him back to his oldself. Perhaps I’ll be able to do that here in New Orleans, which, by the way, is a wonderful city. You should be here to see the night lights and cheerful dances.

Oh, shucks! That reminded me I have got to meet up with my friend Lexi in twenty minutes at this famous pub. Apparently, the Original family is here (yes, the one who created all other vampires) and goes there every evening, she thought it would be a cool way to blow off some steam while we don’t find Stefan.

She might have a solid point.

Well, I will not extend myself, for I have to leave, however, don’t worry about me, everything is fine and I got the feeling this it. So, soon enough, we’ll be joining you in Paris.

I miss like crazy those cold winter days…

Anyway, kisses and hugs to you from your loving sister

                                                                                                    Love you,

                                                                                                                      Y/N.


You dropped the exquisite pen on the table and sighed, thinking that what you were telling him was more than enough. Sure Damon would be pleased to hear you were still breathing, because, in his mind, chasing emotionless Stefan was dead end job. Not that he was wrong, but you were never the kind of girl who would leave someone behind, especially if that someone was your own flash and blood.

“Y/N Salvatore!” A voice cut through the silence of your house. “I can’t believe you’re not ready yet.”

“Hey, Lexi.” You smiled and stood up, moving smoothly towards the majestic mahogany wood wardrobe. “I completely forgot we were supposed to go out tonight! That’s why I’m not…”

“Don’t make excuses!”

“I’m not making any.” This time an angry huff slipped, as you diverted your eyes to the well hung dresses, not being sure which one you were going to pick.

The blonde woman, who was with arms crossed against the wall next to your door’s bedroom, rolled her eyes and cave in, as usual, approaching to help you get dressed. She always had a good eye for those stuff, making anyone advised by her look hauntinly fabulous.

A short time later, after your friend decided what was suitable for the place, you stared yourself in the mirror, feeling ready to steal any man’s heart because the baby pink gown you had on highlighted your every curve, also giving an insinuating gleam to your once innocent traits. Absolutely perfect to a girls night out.

“We should go.” Lexi blurted out, after checking on the huge clock placed in one corner. “It’s getting late.”

“I’m sure that doesn’t matter” Your reply was gentle, as you worked on your Y/H/C wild curls. “But if it means that much to you, we can go now. And, maybe, we’ll find Stefan there, or at least a lead on his whereabouts.”

“Oh no.” The girl rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “We’re shutting off the ‘get my baby brother back’ thing for a night.”

“Lexi!”

“Shush. Don’t argue with me.” Now her index finger was pointed sharply on your face. “And listen: I know you love him and that he is very important. However, not everything is about Stefan. Or Damon. You are your own person, so live a bit and enjoy the pleasures of life.”

Somehow, you were not able to shout out a rude response. Instead, after a couple of minutes, you exhaled tiredly and nodded, agreeing that she was right. Lexi squeezed the nude skin of your shoulder and you glanced at her, finding her so sweet and so comforting brown eyes.

“Can we please have some fun now?”

“Sure, blondie.”

“Now that’s the Y/N I know.”

You two shared a quick laugh and left the cosy pension room, going to your natural habitat: the darkness.

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Request: Hi, I love your writing and I was wondering if you could write an imagine where you’re from Ireland and you meet Fionn through Cillian? Thank you so much xxxx

A/N: thank you darling 💕

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“Uncle Cillian!” You shouted happily, spotting the man you had been searching for.

It had been awhile since you had seen your favorite uncle, he had been super busy with filming.

The two of you had a very close relationship. Your parents were both workaholics, so often you would go to Cillian with your problems. You were like a daughter to him.

Since you were a little girl in pigtails you would visit him on set. Because Cillian worked with Christopher Nolan so often, you had met the man many times. Chris absolutely adores you, he never could deny any of your requests.

Which is why he had arranged for you to stay on set for the duration of your winter break at Uni.

Cillian spun around at the call of his name, barely catching you as you flung yourself at him. You were vaguely aware of others watching you, but you didn’t care as you clung to the uncle you had missed dearly.

“Y/N, is tha you?” Cillian asked as he pulled away from you slightly. When he caught a glimpse of your cheerful face, he pulled you tightly to his chest. “It’s been so long sweetheart. You seem so grown up.”

“Seems tha Uni does tha to ya.” You told him happily, pulling away from him. He ruffled your hair affectionately, making you huff in annoyance.

“I’ve missed ya.” He smiled, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “But wha are ya doin’ here?” He asked curiously, glancing down at you.

“Chris told me tha you guys were talkin’ about me the other day. He said ya really missed me, so he asked me to fly out for break.” You told him, causing him to smile brightly. “But let’s all be honest here. I really only came for Tom.”

A loud laugh sounded from behind you, making you glance over your shoulder. As soon as you saw Tom Hardy standing there, you moved out of Cillian’s arms and launched into Tom’s.

“How are you little love?” He asked, using the nickname he had given you back during the filming for Inception.

“I’m brilliant! Finished off me first semester o’ Uni with top marks.” You told him, pulling away to smile at him.

“Atta girl.” He said, ruffling your hair just like Cillian had moments before.

“Blimey. I’m not 12 anymore. Ya both can stop treatin’ me like it.” You glowered in annoyance, fixing your hair once again.

“Nonsense. You’ll always be 12.” Cillian spoke, making you roll your eyes.

“I’d have to disagree. She definitely doesn’t look 12 to me.” A voice sounded in a smooth British accent, making you look towards the source.

There was a boy, right around your age, standing there and staring at you. His eyes roamed your body briefly, before locking eyes with yours and sending you a cheeky smile.

“And who might you be?” You asked, taking a step in his direction. You noticed that there were 3 other men there, but your eyes were locked on the dark haired stranger.

“My name is Fionn, love. And I gathered you’re Y/N?” He asked, offering his hand towards you.

“You’d be correct.” You told him, taking his hand with a smile. Instead of shaking your hand like you expected, he pulled your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

Internally swooning, you smiled shyly at the boy, hand dropping to your side.

“It’s a pleasure to meet ya Fionn.” You told him, eyes staying locked with his.

“Trust me, the pleasures all mine.” He answered, his eyes growing intense as he continued to look at you. You could feel a flush begin to take over your cheeks, but you quickly batted it back.

“I’m Jack.” Someone spoke, but you found yourself unable to move under Fionns gaze. “Not that you seem to care at the moment.” There were a couple laughs from the other men, but you hardly even noticed.

“No! Nope, absolutely not!” Cillian suddenly said, startling you out of your eye contact with Fionn.

“Wha?” You asked, glancing at your uncle in confusion.

“Don’ ‘what’ me lassy. I know tha look. Under no circumstances am I allowing ya to be with a boy. No boys until you’re 30, remember?” He said seriously, sending a glare at Fionn. All of the other boys were holding back laughs, obvious amusement in their eyes.

“Uncle Cillian, you’re bein’ ridiculous.” You whined, rolling your eyes.

“Head back to me trailer, I’m gonna have a little chat with Fionn here.” Cillian said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No.” You told him, holding back the urge to stomp your foot.

“Tom.” He simply spoke, making you confused. Moments later you were airborne, finding yourself placed over a strong shoulder.

“Oh you’ve got ta be kiddin’ me.” You groaned, slapping Tom’s back slightly. “Don’ tell me you’re on his side! Put me down Tom!”

“Sorry little love, I don’t really like the way you and Fionn were looking at each other either.” Tom responded, laughing slightly as you squirmed.

“Ya both are actin’ nutters! So wha if Fionn and I are attracted to each other? I’m in university! I can make me own decisions!” You groaned in annoyance, giving up on trying to get down.

“Wipe tha smirk off your face Fionn.” Cillian growled, making you laugh slightly. “Go on Tom.”

“I swear ta god, if ya don’ put me down righ’ now…” You continued to utter threats to Tom the entire way to the trailer, making the boys laugh behind you.

“I wish I had some popcorn on me. This is some modern Romeo and Juliet stuff right here.”

“Shut up Harry.”

Meta: Down in the Muck - Mr Ketch, Dean and Masculine Hunting Identities

In the past eleven seasons, SPN has mainly depicted American hunters as blue-collar workers with a very traditional view of masculinity. John Winchester with his giant machete, his penis truck and his Playboys was a perfect embodiment of said hunting culture. The British Men of Letters differ radically from this concept both in terms of socioeconomic status and in their sense of masculinity.

When Mick approaches Wally in First Blood, the latter tells him, “You can take your offer and you can shove it up your ass. I’m sure it won’t be too painful,  what with those soft hands of yours, right?“ The homophobic and misogynist implications here are obvious - Wally deems Mick too “effeminate”.

Mr Ketch is a slightly different case than Mick. In the latest episode, we see him actively try to refashion himself as an “American style” hunter in order to recruit Dean. Something which despite his own assessment really doesn’t go down to well.

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Hack’d Into Me Heart (Eggsy x Reader)

Character: Eggsy Unwin

Fandom: Kingsman

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Hacker!Reader

Title: Hack’d Into Me Heart


Requested by anon:

Could you write an Eggsy where the reader works as a hacker for he kingsmen and they really like each other but they both think the other person hates them but somehow they end up together? You’re writing is amazing!


A/N: I’m terrible with accents, which I’m sure you can tell by the way I write Newt’s. And since I’m bad with Eggsy’s too, and she’s the queen of Kingsman writing (at least for me :3), the lovely @frostniskare helped me with this imagine. Go check out her awesome blog, I personally adore her writing! <3


Her fingers nimbly moved around the keyboard as she knitted her eyebrows together in concentration. Behind her, Merlin observed and examined her work.

“Done” Y/N said as she pushed the last key with a proud grin.

The man smiled a little and placed a supporting hand on her shoulder.

“Well done, Y/N”

She stood up and nodded her head in appreciation.

“Thank you”

At that very moment, Eggsy came into the building and glanced at them.

“Hello, Eggsy” Merlin greeted him simply, taking his seat again since the girl left it free.

“Hi” The boy then glanced at Y/N after replying to the man. Her eyes were on him as well. “Hiya, luv”

“Hello, Eggsy” She replied briefly, walking away and closing the door behind her as she left the room.

With a sigh, the boy plopped down on a chair once she was gone.

“She fuckin’ hates me, don’t she?” He mumbled, leaning his head on the top of the seat and closing his eyes tiredly.

“Why do you think that?” The bald man answered him, still not taking his eyes away from the computer he was working on.

Eggsy shrugged, even if the man wasn’t looking at him still.

“I dunno, she barely looks at me” The boy kept thinking about it, being unable to let it go.

“That doesn’t mean she hates you…” Merlin turned around in his seat to glance at the young man. “She’s a shy girl, that’s all”

Eggsy frowned in apprehension as he thought about it.

“I jus’ feel like she has a problem with me”

Merlin grinned in spite of himself, feeling fond towards the both of them. He had always liked them better than the rest of the boys and girls he had to work with.

And on top of all, he had always thought they would make a lovely couple.

“If I tell you something, do you promise not to tell?”

Eggsy frowned and nodded gravely, wondering what could be so interesting for him to be so secretive about it.

“When we first talked, Y/N kept staring at you admiringly” The man lightly curved up his lips at the memory. He just thought the girl was endearing.

“She did?”

“Yeah, and she told me she looked up to you, because you were so kind and brave” All that said, Merlin turned around dully to face the screen again.

Eggsy grinned proudly once the conversation was over and let his mind drift into daydreams. Mostly including Y/N.

*

On the other room, Y/N stared at the ceiling, sitting down in an armchair.

Every interaction with Eggsy felt cold, awkward and dry.

She felt like he hated her. Even though she tried to be nice to him, she was extremely shy. Whenever he tried to talk to her the girl would just stay silent in embarrassment.

No matter how much she told herself to tell him something in return, to smile at him even. She just couldn’t bring herself to do it, wouldn’t find the courage to do so.

Besides, even if she managed to reply and have an actual conversation, Y/N felt like there was still a long path ahead. It took her so long to get along with people because it was so hard for her to open up.

And she admired Eggsy. She… liked him a lot, ever since they passed the initiation test.

Eggsy was loyal, sweet, caring and selfless. Also a great Kingsman: brave, strong and efficient. Not to mention handsome.

She would love to be his friend, she felt the need to have him around. But she needed to get over her shyness first.

“What’s on your mind, Y/N?” Harry’s posh British accent startled her and dragged her away from her thoughts.

“What?”

“If I may say so, you look preoccupied” The man left his umbrella leaning against the table and calmly sat down in the armchair in front of her.

The girl sighed and bit her lip as she tried to find the right words to express her feelings.

She knew that Harry had been the one to propose Eggsy. That the boy and he were very close. So although it felt embarrassing to talk about it with him, she thought he would know about the boy’s feelings.

And besides, Harry was a wise man and a gentleman. He would definitely give her good advice, and do it politely.

“Could I ask for your advice about something?” Since she knew how important manners were for the man, she made an effort to be extremely polite with him.

Harry smiled a little, noticing her efforts.

“Of course” He nodded a little. “What is it?”

“I want to get someone to like me but I don’t know how” Y/N pouted a bit, thinking that maybe the situation had no solution. “But I think he… they… won’t like me no matter how hard I try”

The man chuckled a little in amusement.

“I don’t want to meddle in business that are not my own, but…” He began to say, shifting in his seat. “I believe that Eggsy likes you very much already, Y/N”

Her eyes went wide with the mention of his name.

“Beg your pardon?” She mumbled, startled.

“That boy obviously has a crush on you, or however you youngsters say nowadays” Harry calmly said, owning up to his gentlemanly nature.

Y/N felt unable to say a word. She blushed deeply and felt flustered about that fact.

“Do you really think so, Harry?” The girl couldn’t help a tiny smile, happy that the boy felt that way.

“I do” The man gave her a sweet smile.

She quickly stood up, feeling the need to go talk to him immediatly and confirm it.

“You should talk to him” The man nodded simply, always maintaining his calm aura and his manners even when he didn’t speak.

Excited, Y/N rushed out of the room to find Eggsy.

*

When she walked back into the computer room, Y/N noticed that the boy wasn’t there anymore. Only Merlin still sat there, distractedly fiddling with the computer and typing randomly on the keyboard.

“Merlin?” When the man turned his head to her voice, she kept talking. “Where’s Eggsy?”

“He was upset about something, so he walked out to have some fresh air”

“What was he upset about?”

She noticed an unusual amused expression on the man’s face and soon after, his eyebrows raised up as the corner of his lips did too.

“Take a wild guess, Y/N” He replied, his voice holding a suggestive hint.

It definitely had something to do with her.

Only heaving a silent sigh and surely not commenting on Merlin’s reply, she walked out of the building.

The man rolled his eyes as she did. He often spoke with Harry about it, since the men had been suffering those two’s situation for a while.

They both realized how Eggsy and Y/N liked each other even if they didn’t notice themselves.

So Merlin just grinned a tiny bit as he thought that maybe they would finally get together, because he secretly enjoyed the idea of them dating.

*

Y/N rubbed her arms just as the cold air hit her once she was outside. Absently  doing so seeking warmth, she looked around for Eggsy.

She spotted him leaning in a street lamp, biting his fingernails with a frown and a distraught expression in his face.

“Eggsy” His name came out almost as a sigh, her lips forming a sweet smile.

He turned his head towards her quickly, startled by the sudden sound of her tender voice.

“Hi” The boy mumbled lowly, staring at her with curious eyes.

For a long moment, they just stood there in an awkward silence. Then she piped up.

“May I ask you a question?” She said, intertwining her fingers behind her back as she took just one step towards him.

The boy grinned, loving the fact that she always was so polite just like Harry tried to show him.

Eggsy’s first instinct was to show her a smirk and be a tad smug about it, replying with something like ‘just did, luv’. But as he watched her shy expression and the small smile on her lips, he grinned fondly and nodded.

“Sure, go ‘head”

“Harry happened to mention something about you, and I…” She bit her lip nervously, not really wanting to embarrass herself in front of him.

“Yeah?”

“He said that you…”

“Spit it out, luv”

“That you… might like me? I just wanted to know if it was true” Of course, Harry didn’t have any reason to lie about it. And she knew the man wouldn’t speak if he wasn’t sure.

Eggsy’s heart skipped a beat and his cheeks started burning.

He decided that it was best to act confident about it and just admit it.

“Its true” He pursed his lips together, cringing as he braced for her reaction.

Honestly, he had no idea how she would react to it.

If what Merlin said was true and she didn’t really hate him and in fact Y/N admired him, maybe she wouldn’t freak out about it.

Certainly, however, the boy was not prepared for her actual response.

“Oh my god, really?!” Y/N squeaked, showing him a big delighted grin that made him smile in relief. “Me too!”

“What?” His jaw dropped.

“I… like you too” She shrugged in a cute way, but he was so dazed by it all for a second that he couldn’t speak.

“Why didn’t ya tell me?”

Her eyes suddenly averted his gaze and settled on the ground beneath them instead, too shy to hold his glare. Besides, the look of his beautiful eyes fazed her.

“I thought there was no way you could like… me” She pronounced the last word as if she was insignificant and not of interest, which annoyed Eggsy.

He saw such a wonderful person in her, and it angered him that she didn’t appreciate herself like he did. That she didn’t see herself with his own eyes so she could realize.

“Are you takin’ the fuckin’ piss?” Eggsy couldn’t really find other way to express his shock.

Y/N chuckled, slightly amused by his surprise.

“I was just so insecure…” Coyly, she scratched her neck as she quietly looked away from him.

“Luv…” He started, showing her a sweet but extroverted and smug grin. “You’re so fuckin’ awesome!”

Y/N felt herself blushing again, and she was self-conscious having him right there, watching how her cheeks turned pink.

“You? You think I’m awesome?” She chuckled in disbelief, and the boy’s grin only widened.

He remembered what Merlin told him, and by the tone in her voice he could tell the man hadn’t been lying.

“Yeah I do! You’re cute, sweet, humble and fuckin’ sick!” He exclaimed to show her how much he appreciated her. “And you’re the best hacker ever”

“Do you really think so?”

“Yeah! You hack’d into me heart, Y/N!” Eggsy felt brave enough to place his hand on her face, caressing her cheek with his thumb.

Bashfully, she took a step back to stay out of his reach.

She wanted to kiss him, she really did, very badly. But she couldn’t bring herself to do so. 

Her heart was also beating so fast inside her chest that it felt like it would explode, and she felt the butterflies in her stomach making her weak and her legs shaky.

Eggsy chuckled, understanding that she was indeed too shy. Y/N didn’t hate him. On the contrary, she liked him a bit too much!

“You’ll be cold” He said, noticing her mild shivering and the fact that she wasn’t wearing a coat in the cold streets. “Let’s go back inside”

“Thanks, Eggsy”

She took a step towards the door, determined to go back in. He, however, held her by the arm and spun her around to face him.

Keeping her close to him with a hand on her back, Eggsy leaned forward to peck her lips softly yet passionately.

He winked at her, a smug yet attractive grin plastered on his lips.

“You’re welcome, Y/N”

Eggsy laughed when she visibly blushed even harder and accompanied her back into the building, watching how she smiled to herself contently.

Peter Pan Imagine/”Let me Reassure you.”

You feel insecure and start to doubt your relation with Peter ever since Wendy shows up, but Peter reassures you you’re his.

Warnings:Smut, cursing,self conscious,

 Everything was perfect, you had Peter, Peter had you, then one day, everything changed, all because of Wendy Darling.

When it was just you and Peter it was perfect, he was perfect, sure he could be an ass sometimes, but he was your ass, and you loved him for it.

“Y/n!” he would yell 

“Yes Peter!” you would yell back , chatting it up with the mermaids

“I need you love.” he would yell

“Coming! Sorry girls, the king is waiting” you would wink at them as they all ohhhh at you because that’s just what girls do.

Finally you get in Peter’s view and he instantly smiles, looking at you up and down, ready to devour you in seconds.

You smile and nod at all the lost boys, they were like your little brothers, and they all looked up to you and Peter.

“You look lovely today.” he says as he kisses you on your neck, uh oh.

When Peter kissed you on the neck, that means he wanted you, like wanted you.

“Peter..” you would moan a little , not wanting to make it obvious in front of the boys.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it love.” he says as he stares into your eyes.

It was simply hard to say no to Peter, he would look deep into your eyes and it was like as if he cast a spell on you

“To my cabin, now.” he said in the most stern but sexy voice you have ever heard in your life

“Yes my king.” you smirked as you walked away, not looking back but swaying your hips in a way that would make Peter look, you could almost feel him burning holes in you.

“Felix, look after the boys, me and Y/n have some things to discuss.” he smirked at him

Felix nods, “Aye captain, whatever you say.”

Peter nods as well and starts to walk away

“You dirty dog.” Felix whispers, knowing exactly well what was about to happen

Peter smiles but doesn’t look back he just walks to his cabin , as you wait for him.

He opens the door and there you were, on his bed, which you both shared now ever since you two both became a thing.

“Are you going to keep staring or?” you said to him, almost teasing

He gets on top of you and starts to kiss you , roughly grabbing every inch of you, Peter never liked to make love, he liked to fuck.

It would be like this almost every night, and you easily fell in love with him.

It wasn’t hard at all, the way he touched you, felt like how the wind touches the tree’s , so soft but roughly. The way he kissed you, your lips would melt, like how chocolate melts on a hot day, and how he holds you, just like how the clouds comfort each other in the night sky, that, is why it was so easy to fall in love with him.

One day you woke up, like any other day, got ready for the day , and walk outside.

You were a little confused, the boys were all in a circle, looking down, including Peter.

“What the hell?” you whispered as you walked towards the boys.

Peter turns to look at you, with his finger on his lips, signaling you to be quite, you did so, pushing the boys aside, it was a girl , a pretty girl at that. Oh no, you say in your head, you already knew where this was going.

“Who is she?” you ask Peter.

“We don’t know, it’s been about 10 minutes since we found her.”

“Well send her back to wherever she came from.” you say with a little attitude

“It’s not that easy love.” he shakes his head as his eyebrows nit together in confusion

“Well why is it so hard?” you asked

“Because she landed on my island, she’s lst, I just can’t abandon her.” he looks at you , and you start to worry. You nod your head.

You go and talk to your mermaid friends because you needed to be reassured that you were over thinking, well this was the most baddest idea ever.

“Oh hell no.” a mermaid said

“Nah girl she gonna ruin everything!” another said

“She gonna try to take your man!” the other said

You put your hands in your face and sigh

“Ugh, I knew it.” you say, dreading every second of the day left.

You go back to the campsite and see that she has woken up, you roll your eyes as the boys are practically hovered over here, typical, but then you stop in your tracks to see that Peter is there as well, laughing and smiling with the rest.

“Oh hell no.” you say as you walk up to Peter 

“Hi Peter.” you say as your rub his chest and kissed his cheek, looking at the girl, marking what’s yours.

“Hi Y/n, uh this is Wendy , Wendy Darling, Wendy, this is Y/n.” he said as he looks a little nervous

“Nice to meet you!” Wendy said, she had a high pitched voice, perfect teeth, perfect hair, and her body, don’t get me started.

“Nice to meet you as well!” you say with the most fakest smile, holding in all the anger.

“Well, let’s have breakfast shall we?” Peter said

Everyone cheered and agreed.

You all eggs in a biscuit, Peter’s favorite.

Knowing that Wendy would try to sit next to Peter you tried to sit next to him but Wendy was too damn quick. She sat next to him, all close and what not, Peter seemed a little annoyed but he didn’t seem to mind

“So tell me , how did you get such strong arms.” she asked

You rolled your eyes, Felix walked next to you, watching what was about to go down.

“Well , uhm I do a lot of arm work outs I guess.” he said , really wanting to eat his food

“Well I bet they’re good for other things.” she winked

Peter spits out his drink almost chocking on it

“Oh my are you okay?” as she bats her eyelashes

“I gotta go, excuse me.” he said avoiding eye contact

“Can we talk? Now!” he asked

“Y-yeah sure.” you say as you walk with him

As you and him walk deeper into the woods you start to become sad

“She’s gonna take you away from me, isn’t she?” you asked as you turned to him

He shakes his head, “I promise you, she won’t, I’m yours, do you understand that love?” his british accent getting stronger

“Yes Peter.” you say, not fully trusting what he has to say.

He grabs your head gently with his muscular hands, and puts your forehead to his, “Please, don’t do this, not right now.” 

You knew Peter was stressed , he’d been stressed, with everything, the lost boys, the island, the food, the supplies, a lot goes into Neverland, and you could see his frustration coming out, not wanting to make him anymore stressed, you nod. 

“That’s my lost girl.” he says as he kisses your forehead

You go to bed that night in tears, as Peter holds you, you just knew that it wouldn’t be the same, and you were right.

Wendy would constantly flirt with Peter, and it would annoy you to the point were you wouldn’t even go outside because you hated seeing it.

Peter would beg you time after time after time to come out but you refused, unless it was for a special occasion, you would go out when everyone would be asleep.

Well today was a special occasion, one of the lost boys had a birthday, Rufio, and you wanted to be there for him.

You decide to go out and bake a cake and yummy treats for everyone, it was good being outside, you got to say hi and talk to all of the lost boys, they all huddled in the kitchen, even Rufio came I and sat on a chair to talk to you.

“I miss you Y/n, we all do.” he admits 

“I know, I miss you all too.” you say as you mix something in a bowl

“Why don’t you come out anymore?” He asked

“Oh.. it’s just…” you try to ignore the question

“He doesn’t like her, you know that?” he looks at you, seriously

“But yet she’s still here.” you fold your arms, showing your emotions

“She’s a bitch dude, we all hate her, all of us, she can never take your place, I assure you that.” he said as he gets up

“Everyone is saying that, they reassure me, but I can’t help it.  you put your head down

“I’m one of Peter’s best friends, trust me, you have nothing to worry about.” he said as he lifts up your chin with his finger

“Now, hurry up and make my cake.” he says as he laughs

“You got it!” you smile and continue to bake and cook

********

After what felt like days were only a couple hours you asked all of the lost boys to come help you carrying out the food, they gladly accepted wanting to get away from Wendy.

They all placed the food on the table, licking their lips, eyes gazing, it all looked so delicious.

“Okay I would like to say something!” Peter raised up his cup, filled with whatever rum was being served that night

“Rufio is my best friend, my best mate, my brother from another mother, so we have to celebrate like we have never celebrated before! I love you buddy!”  he yells with his cup in the air, everybody yells too and starts to eat and drink the night away.

You all dance and drank the night away, Peter had his arms wrapped around you most of the time, not really caring what Wendy did, or thought, he was yours, and he was going to keep that promise.

Not much later around 1 or 2 in the morning the boys started to tell scary stories, very bad scary stories, they weren’t scary at all, matter of fact, they were pretty hilarious.

You started to drowse off and fall asleep on Peter, that was fine until Peter had to take a piss, he slowly took you off of him and lay you near the campsite, he would bring you back to bed when he was done.

He started to walk into the woods, well guess who followed, yup, Wendy.

After he takes a piss he hears a giggle, being a little drunk he ignores it, and puts away his stuff.

As he starts to walk he was pushed on a tree, by, you guessed it, Wendy.

“What the fuck.” he says as his vision becomes more clear and see’s Wendy

“Hi Peter.” she says sexually

“You are to call me Pan, only Y/n is allowed to call me Peter.” he said in a stern voice

“I don’t give a fuck.” she says as she kissed him

He quickly pushes her off of him, “What the bloody hell? You know Y/n is my girlfriend!” he says as he starts to walk away

“Is she even good in bed?” she asked

He shakes his head in disbelief, and walks away

“You know I can treat you way better, so much better, I have the body, the looks, the personality.” she walks with him

“How did you even get on my island? Are you even lost? Lost boys and lost girls come to my island because they’re lost, or they feel lonely, not because of whatever the fuck you’re trying to do, you’re leaving first thing in the morning!” he yells

“Please please please! I beg you Peter! I love you, I beg you , leave her and be mine.!” she yells

Peter looks at her one last time, and shakes his head, “You’re fucked in the head laddie, you need help.” he turns around and leaves and head towards the campsite

  Getting to the campsite he see’s you and smiles in relief, but you’re awake, and you’re pissed

“Where were you?” you asked

“He was with me.” Wendy poked out of the woods

Peter’s eyebrows knitted in confusion, “What?” 

“Don’t deny it Peter, it’s not good to lie.” she smiles

You looked at Peter, with tears in your eyes

“Y/n listen-”

“Save it! You clearly want her, so have her.” you said 

“It’s not like that!” He yelled at you, he was pissed, pissed at the fact that Wendy tried to tell such a disgusting lie, and pissed that you actually believed her.

“Whatever!” you yell and run to your cabin, well yours and Peter’s.

“I want you out of my island now.” he turns to Wendy

“Oh stop it, you know you like me.” as she puts her hand on his face but Peter grabs it roughly

“Ouch!” she screams

“Don’t you touch me, don’t you EVER, touch me. Shadow, take her way.”

The shadow comes and takes her

You could hear her scream in horror, begging  Peter to let her stay, you just cry, knowing that she is gone , was like a weight lifted off your shoulders, but still, you were mad at Peter.

********

Minutes later Peter comes in the cabin, you’re there on the floor with your knees to your chest, not wanting to look up.

“Love?” he asked

You didn’t respond

“Baby girl.” he sat down and rubbed your arm

You flinched back not aware that he was that close

“Hey hey hey, it’s me, it’s just me.” he says

“What do you want?” you asked

“I want to go back, pretend that this was all a dream, I want to apologize for even letting her stay this long, it was my responsibility, and i take full blame for it.”

“I need to ask you something.” you say

“Anything.” he said as he looks in your eyes, but you quickly looks down

“Did -did you ever, at any point, get feelings for her? Or thought she was pretty, or anything like that?” you said 

He lifts up your chin with his finger “Not even once love, I told you, you’re mine, and I’m yours.” he smiled

“I just felt so ugly, so worthless “ you begin to cry

“Well you’re not, you’re so damn beautiful and you don’t even know it.”

“I’m not sure..” you still shed tears

“Let me reassure you.” he says

He grabs you and puts you on top of his so that your legs are straddled around his waist, he starts to kiss you and your lips simply melt into each other, then kisses your neck and starts to softly rub your body, unlike the other times.For tonight,  it was different.

He picked you up and put you on top of the bed, and gets on top of you, he lays on his elbows so that he isn’t laying on you and starts to kiss you ever so softly, he then makes you moan allowing his tongue to sneak his way unto your mouth, your tongues are now dancing with each other , like lightning dances with the clouds, so beautiful yet terrifying all at once.

He takes off his shirt and he takes off yours, exposing your bra, but that’s quickly off as well.He softly rubs your breast quickly turning you on more and more.

He then takes off your pants, and starts to kiss your other lips, and you start to moan more and more.

Peter loved when he heard you moan, it was like music to his ears, and when you started to get a little twitchy, and your legs would start to shake, he would rub your legs, reassuring you that you were okay, and he wasn’t going to hurt you.

It always worked

He then softly goes into you and you were pretty sure all of Neverland could of heard you. Peter didn’t mind, he never did.

As he thrust into you his pumps never got rough, they got faster, but never rough, this wasn’t like Peter, for like I said, he liked to fuck, but he wanted to reassure you, that you were special, and you weren’t just a good lay, you were his girlfriend, and he felt you needed to know that.

“I love you Y/n, do you understand?”

You just nod, not being able to say a word, he always left you breathless at these times, he kissed your forehead and then whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

You start to cry , because you realized what he was doing, he was making love to you, he wasn’t just fucking you, he was showing his emotions, and that made your heart be filled with joy.

You start to scratch his back with your finger nails, leaving red marks , and as you do that he leaves red blotches on your neck, and all over your body, it was , he was clearly marking what was his, as he always did.

“You’re so beautiful.” he would tell you

He then went full on and his thrust became sloppy, signaling he was close, and you were too.

“Oh fuck.” he said as he was about to

“Peter!” 

Fuck Y/n”

“Right there, right there

You both screamed at the same time, he rided you out until your high came down, he then kissed your lips, and your kissed him back.

“I love you my lost girl” he said “I reassure that.” he winks at you

“You just smile and giggle “I love you too Peter.” you kiss him back

50 Reasons Why Rey Is A Kenobi

Or At Least Not A Skywalker Or A Solo

In the following you will find extensive evidence/parallels/deductive reasoning as support for Rey, the protagonist of The Force Awakens, being the granddaughter of the Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi. 

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Virgin Mary {Peter Pan Imagine}

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Peter Pan x Reader AU

Part IX of here

Author: Joi A. Wade

Requested: Yes, Anonymously~”3-5-14-15-22 for Peter Pan pls?”

Warning: OOC(out of character), LONG & SMUTTY (LIKE IT’S ABOUT TO GET HOT IN HERE) Not all that good at smut so bare with me here…

NOTE~ This is NOT the last part, only two more to GO my lovelies! 600+ followers, and THANK YOU to all who have loved this series so far, you’re gorgeous! 


Two days later…

After the little episode on Monday, things around the school have been a little…tense. A lot more people started talking to you, girls who also have been under Pan’s spell showing sympathy towards you, befriending you in the process. But…you couldn’t help but feel like something was missing.

Maybe because it’s not something, but someone. Peter hasn’t been at school since Monday, and neither Thomas, Newt, or Felix have had any contact with him. It was starting to worry the three boys about their friend. You, deep down inside, felt a tang of guilt. Henry told you not to do that to yourself, that none of what went down was your fault, and you believed him. It’s just…the way Pan looked at you after you said you hated him…there was a pained look in his forest green eyes that was burned into your mind, every time you closed your eyes.

When you told your mom about what happened, she was actually proud of you for showing that boy who he was messing with. But, you didn’t feel all that proud. What if Pan…actually cared? What if he-

“We need to talk, love.” You heard the thick, British accent, making your heart skip a beat. But, when you turned around, you were a bit disappointed that it was just Newt. Thomas and Felix not far behind.

“Do you guys ever separate?” You rolled your eyes, taking your attention back to your locker. “How’s your jaw, Thomas?”

You heard him grumble in response, bringing a playful smirk upon your face.

“Listen, it’s about Pan.” You stiffened at the sound of his name, gripping your locker door tightly. “We need your help. He won’t answer our calls-”

“That is not my problem,” slamming your locker closed, you picked up your stuff, ready to leave. But, Newt was quick to trap you, both of his hands by your head, trapping you in between his arms, staring directly into your eyes.

“You don’t understand, Y/n. Peter Pan loves you. And we, his friends, took you away from him. You have to understand that those videos were made before he realized his feelings for you, hell, he was going to confess on Monday.”

“Peter Pan doesn’t love. He told me himself.” You refused to reason, why should you trust his words?

“Well, maybe he needed the right girl to show him that he’s wrong. You didn’t see the way he looked at you at the party last Friday, or the way he talked about you to us. The only time we’ve seen such love in his eyes was when…”

“When what?” You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. Even looking back at Thomas and Felix, both of their facial expressions changed. Newt sighed, moving his arms away from you. 

“Just…please, love. I’m begging you, I will get on my knees. Just, please talk to Pan. It may not seem like it now, but we really do care about him. And if you’re the only person he’ll talk to, then you’re our only option. Please.”

You adjusted your hold on your backpack, looking around the hallway, and then back at Newt. With a slight nod, you agreed. “Okay.”

“Good, I’ll take you to his home.” Newt took your bag and gave it to Thomas, heading for the exit.

“But wait! What about class, I can’t just skip!” You called to him, making sure not to be too loud in case there are teachers near by.

“We’ll cover for you. Say that you got a stomach ache or something, and Newt took you to the nurse. Surprisingly, we’ve got your back Y/n. It is the least we could do.” Felix bumped Thomas on his shoulder, making him nod in agreement.

“I may not like the thought of my best friend dating a prude,” Thomas said, getting you to roll your eyes. “But..it’s better than not having a best friend at all.” 


Riding on Newt’s motorcycle, you clung onto him for dear life, him letting you wear his helmet. Once you’ve arrived at Pan’s house, you saw how…clean and pure it looked. How could a boy like Peter Pan come from such a nice looking home. When Newt came to a stop, you were quick to get off, happy to be back on the ground.

“Strong grip you’ve got there, love,” Newt joked, taking the helmet off your head. “Well. Here we are.” 

“This is his house?” You gasped at the sight, Newt watching you gape at it’s size.

“Yeah. Amazing, isn’t it?” He sarcastically remarked, putting his helmet on his head. “Good luck, Y/n. I’m counting on you.” And with that last bit of encouragement, he was off, leaving you to stare at the house before you.

Shaking yourself out of your daze, you walked up to the porch, staring at the neatly painted double doors, that had a logo, which read, “Mrs. Darling’s Home for Boys”. With a hesitant knock, the sound of a dog echoed throughout the house, making you jump slightly.  

“Coming!” You heard the chirp of a young voice. That said person opened the door, looking down, you see a small boy, about the age of six, staring up at you with big blue eyes. “Hello,” he smiled.

You gently smiled back, kneeling down to the boy’s height. “Hello there, what’s your name?”

“M-my name is James,” He bashfully replied. “You’re really pretty.” He blushed, swinging back and forth on his heels, making you chuckle. 

“Well, James, I’m Y/n. I’m looking for-”

“James! How many times have I told you to stay away from the door?” The familiar voice came from behind the little boy, now standing by the door. When you looked up, you made eye contact. “Y-Y/n?”

“Pet-…Pan.” You caught yourself, standing to your feet. “Uhm…may I come in?” 

He started at you, mouth opened. Clearing his throat, he moved out of the way, allowing you entrance. Once you were inside, you saw a lot of boys playing around, or just hanging out with one another. Some young of age, some looking like they were starting their teenage years. 

“This way,” He gestured to upstairs, which you followed instruction. When you climbed the stairs, you saw many bedroom doors, and more boys upstairs like it was downstairs, all seeming to be playing around and goofing off. Opening the first door to the left, Pan walked in, waiting for you to do the same. 

You entered what you assumed was his room, sitting on the bed as he closed the door. After it was closed, he locked it, making it so you were not disturbed. “What the hell are you doing here?” He broke the silence, but his back was turned towards you.

“I-I…why weren’t you at school?” You answered his question with a question, getting a scoff in return.

“And you care because?” He occupied himself with things around his room, making it his mission not to make eye contact with you. 

“Peter…”

“Oh so NOW I’m Peter? What happened to Pan a second ago, hm?” He finally turned around, showing you his eyes clearly. They were bloodshot, and bags were under them, telling you how much sleep he hasn’t been getting the past couple of days. 

With a sigh, you stand from the bed, walking over to him. “Peter…I’m so-”

“No, don’t give me that! I don’t want your apologies, Y/n! You have nothing to apologize for! I’m the one who lied, I’m the one who sleeps with girls and takes advantage of them, because you know why? To feed my ego! And yet here you are, showing up unannounced, and apologizing to me!” He gripped your shoulders, shaking you a little bit. “Why are you so forgiving and trusting?” 

To say you were shocked at his sudden outburst was an understatement. But, you understood why. He looked like he’s been in bed the past two days, and his room smelled like it as well. He was a wreck…all because of you. 

You reached up, gently placing both of your hands on his face, only for him to jerk away, and move across the room, away from you. “Don’t do that. Stop playing with my emotions, Y/n! First you trust me, get me to love you, and then you break my heart and make me look weak in front of EVERYBODY! This is exactly why I don’t love! It hurts people, it bloody hurts!”

“Peter-”

“I had the nerve to even think that maybe you would feel the same way, but boy was I wrong! You clearly made it clear that you despised me from day one, but did that stop me? No!”

“Peter-!”

“But, why can’t I quit you? Why can’t I just move on to some other bitch that would be head over heels in dropping her panties for me? Because every bloody time I close my eyes, all I can see is the hurt and sadness illuminating off your beautiful face! A girl like you should never cry, and I was the one that caused your tears! You’re right about me, Y/n, everything about my existence is worthless now! What good can I do, when all I know is bad?”

“PETER!” You shouted over him, getting him to finally come to a stop. “Breathe. Please, just breathe.” You calmly stated. 

He didn’t even realize he was crying until he sat to take a breath, feeling the liquid fall from his chin, and onto his hand. Sniffling, he wiped his eyes, holding his face in his hands. 

“Where is all this emotion coming from all of the sudden?” You whispered, but felt like you already knew the answer, sitting down next to him. 

Don’t you see? I’m in love with you. And I can’t stop, even if I wanted to, Y/n. I love you.” He turned his head, looking deeply into your eyes. 

You couldn’t hold his stare for long, as you looked down at your hands. “I know…”

“You know? Is that it?” Peter frowned, his voice cracking in disappointment. 

“Peter…what do you want me to say? That I love you back? Like I said when I said I didn’t hate you. I don’t know you well enough to. And neither do you for me. I…like you, a lot. I’ll start there. But, love is something you build overtime. Not in a week. Please understand?”

Peter took in a deep breath through his nose, staring at your hands. Hesitantly, he intertwined your fingers with his, smiling softly down at the ring that still shined on your finger. “I’m willing to wait.”

“W-What?”

“I’m…willing to wait. Then let us build the likeness we hold for each other, so that it can grow into something more. I..I want to love you, Y/n. Even if marriage is something I have to consider in the future, then so be it.”

“Peter…w-what about your reputation, a-and your friends?”

“They’re not my friends if they can’t be happy for me, are they?” He grinned softly, rubbing the pad of his thumb over your knuckle, placing a soft kiss on it. “I’m willing to try. What about you, love?”

You looked at the brunette before you, seeing the light in his eyes as he looked at you, the same charming smile was back to greet you, making your own smile form, blush soon to follow. “I believe in second chances, I suppose.” 

With that said, Peter connected your lips in a soft embrace, one hand holding your cheek, while the other held his weight on the bed. Pulling away slightly, he stared down at your lips, smiling softly. “Can I…make love to you, Y/n?”

Just that one sentence was enough to light your whole face up like a Christmas tree. Staring up at him in disbelief, you were lost for words. Blinking a couple of times, you finally found your voice. “P-Peter…I told you, I-”

“No, no, sweetheart. A different kind of love. You don’t have to do anything, I do all the work, and you’re virginity still belongs to you. Trust me, you’ll love it.” 

“I-I…I don’t know…” You blushed, watching as he slowly laid you down onto the bed, pulling you downward so that way your legs dangled off the edge of the bed. 

“Just trust me, love.” His kissed your forehead, down to you nose. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” Kiss to both of your cheeks, “You are completely in control, just tell me when to stop.” He pecked your lips gently, relaxing you just a little bit. 

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Peter went lower, placing pecks on your jaw, all the way down your neck, then back up. Repeating this action twice, he kissed a little harder on a certain spot, get a tiny sound out of you. Once he heard your reaction, he stayed on that spot, this time suckling and biting; marking his territory 

You gasped at the feeling, as a reflex you shot your hands into his hair, pulling on the strands. He groaned softly in your ear, an unholy sound it was, but you wanted to hear more. 

Once he was satisfied, he pulled away slightly to admire his work, blowing cold air on the spot. You whimpered, getting a deep chuckle to erupt from his chest, as he pecked your lips once more. Peter’s hands slowly made their way up your shirt, feeling every curve, every bump, every little scar, but he wanted to see, not feel. He needed to. Lifting your shirt up slowly, showing the flesh of your stomach, he stopped there, looking into your eyes for approval. 

“We don’t have to, love…” He whispered, but you shook your head.

“I trust you.” You assured him, getting a slight nod in understanding. 

He lifted it far up to where the cups of your dark green bra showed, getting a small smirk from the boy. His eyes flickered from yours, and back to your bra, as he slowly licked his lips. “You are such a tease, you know that?”

“You say that like I planned this,” You bit your lip, looking anywhere but him. 

“Would you believe me if I said I dreamed for this to happen?” He placed long, soft kisses on the tops of your breasts, his large hands cupping each one, a soft moan he earned from the action. Sucking the skin on your left one had you squirming just a bit, you’ve never felt anything like this before, and your were sure that there was much more to come. To him, this was nothing. To you, this was everything.

Moving downward, kissing and nipping at the skin on the way, he had made it to your navel, placing a slightly wet kiss on the spot, your stomach clenching up. Peter looked up at you with hooded eyes, as they clouded over with lust, and love all mixed together. He didn’t mind taking it slow for you, all he wanted to do was please you, and if just his simple kisses were doing that, he was content. He slowly, so he wouldn’t freak you out, started to pull down your skirt, he felt your breathing start to speed up, so he stopped midway, placing a light kiss on your hipbone.

“Are you alright?” 

“J-Just a little…scared…I’ve never shown…I-I-[Gasp]” Your breath hitched into your throat, stopping you from speaking. 

He placed one digit over your clothed heat, rubbing small circles over your bundle of nerves. An unfamiliar sensation started to build up in your lower abdomen, and for a moment you felt yourself dampen. It was something like you’ve never even felt before, sure the idea of doing this yourself crossed your mind, but you never dared to try. 

“How does it feel?” He asks, giving more pressure to his rubbing. Your legs twitched, small whimpers escaping as you took in the new feeling he was giving you. “Tell me, love.”

“I-I…I don’t know, it…ah,” You moaned softly, as he started to speed up, the friction driving you crazy. You could barely think straight, as you gripped his sheets with all your might, your breathing rapid, your face flushed.

He suddenly stopped, making you whine in protest, but were soon rewarded when he stuck the single digit inside your underwear, now having skin to skin contact. The sudden action made you clamp your legs shut, biting your lip hard, the dampening in your underwear getting worse.

“[Chuckle] Now, love, you gotta open up for me. Come on, you can do it. Remember, trust me.” He rubbed up and down your smooth leg, trying to relax you a little more. Taking a deep breath, you started to open your legs back up, a loud moan leaving your mouth as he started up again at a fast pace, biting his lip to keep from groaning at the sight before him. A wet spot was visible on your underwear, just begging for his attention. 

He couldn’t take it any longer. Sure, he was all about the foreplay, but right now, all he could think about was having you right there, on his bed. It’s what he has been thinking about for the past week, and now he was not about to waste anymore time.

“Okay, sweetheart. This will feel a little weird at first, but don’t worry. You’ll get used to it. Now…are you sure about this?” He slowed down his movement on your jewel, making your head spin with frustration. 

“Y-yes, Peter, yes..!” You whined, throwing your head back onto his bed, gripping the sheets even tighter, eyes watering in anticipation. 

That was all he needed to hear, as he ripped off your underwear, exposing yourself to him, finally. In all his life, he has never seen anything so beautiful, no matter how bizarre that may sound, you were gorgeous. Not even hesitating, he kissed the inside of your thigh, savoring the sounds that he earned. Looking up at you one last time, he rested both of his hands on each thigh, spreading you just a little farther. He leaned down, placing the gentlest kiss he could onto your heat, getting a jolt of pleasure to shoot through your body. 

“Peter…p-please…”

“What ever you want, my queen,” He muttered as he finally put his skilled tongue to work, spelling out his name as he did so. The moans that you let out were forbidden, something that you were to save for your significant other. But, in this moment you were in, you could care less, only focusing on the pleasure Peter was giving to you. 

He pulled away slightly, placing kisses onto the spots he either missed or felt like needed more attention. Lifting himself up so that his face leveled with yours, he stared down at you, a couple of his fingers teasing your entrance.

“Y/n, baby, look at me,” He purred, grabbing your attention. He licked his lips, the taste of you still upon them, as he entered one finger inside of you slowly. You yelped slightly in pain, making him halt any movements. “I know, I know…I’m sorry, love, it’ll get better, I promise.” He softly pecked your lips, thrusting the single digit in and out in a very slow pace, practically groaning at how tight you were around just the one finger.

You breathed in and out, the pain started to go away, being replaced with pleasure. Soft moans flooded out of your mouth, Peter was quick to swallow them, as he connected your lips into a rough embrace, as he speeds up his thrusts, making sure to curl them upward. You gripped the sides of his neck, playing with the hairs at the base of his neck, concentrating on both the kiss and his magical hands.

“Love…I’m going to add one more…you think you can handle it?” You were quick to nod, unable to form any words. He quickly kisses you to distract you from the pain, continuing to thrust at a fast rate, sending tingles through your whole entire body. 

You thought the feeling of two digits couldn’t get any better, but once he used his thumb to rub hard circles on your clit, you started to see stars. Again, Peter swallowed your moans in a kiss so that none of the boys outside the door could hear you, still thrusting in and out to milk your orgasm for as long as he could. 

It was your very first one after all. 

anonymous asked:

Can you do a reddie fic where Richie is talking to a girl and realizes that Eddie is jealous

HELLO I AM DOWN FOR JEALOUS EDDIE ALWAYS
also posted this on my AO3 !

“There he fucking goes again,” is the first thing Eddie says to Beverly upon arriving at the fair. It’s the second day of the week-long festival in Derry and Richie Tozier is already going around playing the man whore.Eddie understands, he does. There are a lot of pretty girls that come to the fair from all around the state, so any guy who is interested in women would love the opportunity to sneak in a casual flirt or two – Richie obviously being one of them. Just these two days Eddie has seen him talk to more girls than he’s seen Henry Bowers in a fight. And that’s, well, that’s a lot.“A hello would’ve been nice,” Beverly smirks at him with knowing eyes, painfully aware of how bad Eddie feels.It’s not that Richie is not allowed to talk to girls, not at all. He should talk to as many girls as he wants, ask them on dates and win them stuffed animals at the booths littered all around the main street. Of course he should, if that’s what makes him feel the thrill of a flirt. Eddie, though. Eddie knows very well Richie is allowed to do all those things; the guy is single, basically a walking ball of energy and sexual innuendos spill out of his mouth without a pause all day. He deserves to let some of his teenage frustration out with some giggly strangers who are more than willing to jump into conversation with the local flirt. Eddie would know – because if you care, yours truly is head-over-heels for his own best friend, aforementioned Richie Tozier. 

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“Coronation” Part Eighteen

Summary:  She was the Queen of Sokovia, and he was the future king of Romania. Their relationship was full of hate towards one another, but will it change when his heart gets broken by a traitor to both of your powerful countries?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst 

Word Count: 1017

A/N: One more part after this! There will not be an epilogue. You can start sending in requests because they will be opened once i finish!  

Coronations Series


Fishing was so much fun. Y/N had never experienced something as mundane as fishing. She was surprised at how relaxed and peaceful she felt. Having Bucky by her side made it that much better. She shared details on their upcoming wedding and just felt relaxed for the first time in her life.

They threw back all the fish that were caught. They weren’t fish for eating, but it was still fun to catch something. It was almost dusk before they finally started to pack up. Bucky knew it was something she needed. She needed a way to forget everything that had gone on, and he was happy he could provide that.

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Celebrations - Stuart Twombly [Smut] {Part Two}

Author: @writing-obrien

Character(S): Stuart Twombly/Reader, Neha

Word Count: 4258

Notes: Talk of vomit, fairly public sex, fingering. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! Thank you to @dumbass-stilinski​ for proofreading this for me! Also, my girl Nia is the reason I even finished this, I had no idea where to take it so thank her because it wouldn’t be here without her. Seriously, get up in her asks and thank her. @stilinski-jpeg


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Frat Parties

“oh shit he looks like one of those frat boys from college who actually cares about people’s feelings and his future sign me the fuck up“ - @tomskgard on twitter

Pairings: Frat Boy!Tom Holland x Reader

Warning(s)?: A lil PG-13, but nothing too crazy, and no smut (yet)

Word Count: 2.1k wow I JUST COULDN’T STOP WRITING

A/N: This story is actually based on this tweet (https://twitter.com/tomskgard/status/905611268760809473), and I could not stop thinking about how I wanted to write an imagine based on it. So here we go laid ease, grab your snacks cuz this is a long and fun one! Send in requests if have any btw :-)

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You were greeted with the strong smell of liquor and your Vans sticking to the floor coated in some type of drink as you walked through the large doors of this frat house.

This was your first college frat party, needless to say you had never seen someone shotgun a beer as fast as the guy in front of you just did. And so many people were in each part of this house, it seemed like there was barely any more room for you and your friends.

“Hey ladies!” you hear and turn your head to the voice. It was a tall, slim boy wearing an Alpha Sigma Phi shirt, which was the frat house you were at today.

“Hey David, this party is lit!” your friend, Emma, says to him. She has to basically yell over the loud music blasting from the speakers. David simply laughs before motioning for you guys to walk into the party and wandering off.

Thankfully, you and your girls all pre-gamed so you weren’t walking into this party completely sober. Emma and Rayna decided to go to get some more drinks, while you and Jess went to the dance floor; you especially loved the song that was playing at the moment: Boogie Feet by Kesha.

You and Jess shimmy through the crowd holding hands so you don’t get lost. As you reach the center of the dance floor, you both waste no time before moving your bodies to the rhythm of the song, letting your limbs take control while your head is in the clouds.

By the time the song ended, you had made friends with the girls dancing next to you. You all would sing the lyrics with each other and laugh contagiously. Next song was Slippery by Migos ft Gucci Mane, and this one would get you hype; it was one of your favorites. And you were dancing to the song so carelessly, you bumped into a body quite hard unintentionally.

Turning around to face who it was, apologies start spilling out of your mouth, “Oh god, I am so so sorry-”

Looking up to the guy’s face, you realize he’s probably the most attractive guy you’ve ever seen. He’s wearing a blue and black flannel with the top two buttons unbuttoned and jeans, and his curly brown hair was covered with a cap.  Not to mention, his hands still rest on your waist to steady you from knocking into him.

Hey, don’t worry about it,” he says charmingly; his British accent and tone of voice could make you swoon. “I like this song, too.”

His comment makes you laugh, and he removes his hands from your waist. “I’m Y/N.”

“Tom,” he says with a smile, then takes a sip of whatever’s in the red cup he’s holding.

“So you’re part of Alpha Sig?” you bite your lip, trying to learn a little bit more about him before you fully pursue him. His looks are already a ten and from what you’ve seen, so is his personality.

“Yeah.. I love it. I’m a sophomore and these guys have treated me like nothing but their family since I’ve joined,” he tells you, seemingly really passionate about frat life. Most guys are only in it for the parties and the girls, but he seems like he really enjoys the brotherhood of it all.

“That’s really cool that you’re into it like that. Most guys only like it for.. other reasons,” you say, causing him to chuckle lightly. And that smile.. wow.

“That other stuff is just a plus,” he assures you.

Aye! My man, Tom!” you hear from behind Tom so you both turn around to see a group of guys making their way over to where you guys are. These guys all start hugging and high-fiving Tom and you realize he must be pretty popular. With a personality like that, you don’t see how he wouldn’t be.

As you watch Tom and his chums, you’re snapped out of your thoughts by one them asking Tom, “Ooh, who’s this?”

“Oh, guys, this is Y/N! Y/N, this is Kyle, Ronnie, Blake, Andrew, and Tyler.” He points and you smile at all of them, somewhat cowering behind Tom.

“Oh, cool! So you in a sorority?” Blake asks, and you shake your head.

“Nope,” you say simply.

“Really? You could totally pass as a Pi Beta Phi hottie!” Ronnie announces, causing all the boys to laugh in agreement.

Heat rises to your cheeks and you don’t really know what to say. Tom senses your silence as your hand fishes for Tom’s behind his back, and as if you guys were both thinking the same thing, your hand connects with his.

“Heyyy, now fellas,” Tom scolds playfully, “can’t some other girl receive the pleasure of your comments?”

Tom says this sarcastically, but it’s all it takes for the group of guys to scurry off to find some more poor girls.

“Damn, they really listen to you,” you note as he turns back around to face you.

He genuinely smiles at your comment before asking, “Hey love, do you wanna get some drinks?”

Tom leads you through the crowd to the drinks table, his hand still intertwined with yours.

“What would you like?”

“I’ll have whatever you’re having,” you say, not having all that much experience with alcoholic drinks to know the variation.

He smiles lightly before fetching two colorful drinks in a Solo cup. It had fruits lying at the top, and you were pretty excited to try it.

“What is it?” you ask curiously as he hands it to you.

“Jungle Juice,” he raises his cup and you raise yours as well, meeting in the middle as you both say “Cheers!” and race to see who can finish it the fastest. Tom, obviously has you beat by a few seconds, this new drink feeling all too mysterious as it travels down your throat, stinging a bit. Tom wipes the corners of his mouth lazily, which you can’t help but admit is a little sexy to watch.

Your attention is quickly averted from Tom to clamor coming from the front of the house, the music coming to a pause.

“12!!!” they all shout before running off in opposite directions, as does everyone else in the crowd. It takes a minute for your brain to register that 12 is slang for the police, and by the time you figure it out, Tom’s grabbing your hand and taking you to the back of the house.

The sirens got louder as Tom and you practically ran throughout the house. Suddenly, he opened a door and closed it as soon as you two got inside. It was small like a closet, but there were no clothes in it. There were just some empty boxes.

“I can feel the alcohol in my stomach,” you tell him, trying to catch your breath as he laughs.

“Me too,” he agrees, as you realize his hand is still in yours, but neither of you make a move to change that. “Our neighbors probably filed a noise complaint again; our last party was the last strike.”

“And then what?”

“They threatened that the first people they saw would be arrested on sight.”

“So your parties are always this crazy?” you ask. “And you always meet girls like me?”

“Yeah, the parties are usually like this.. but, no, I’ve never met a girl like you.”

You try to ignore the rapid beating in your heart as you both just stare at each other.

Opening your mouth to reply, it’s closed shut when you hear the front doors get forcefully opened. Tom holds a finger to his lips as you hear loud boots stomp around the house’s wooden floors. And as they travel further down, you hear more students start swearing and the clamps of handcuffs.

You were saying a quick prayer in your head. If you got arrested, you’d lose your scholarship, not to mention, your parents would kill you. You even tried to quiet your breathing, saying a silent prayer when you hear boots stomp past where you and Tom were hiding.

30 minutes had passed now in the closet, and Tom and you were getting so restless, the alcohol settling in, you began to goofily whisper to each other as you sat on the floor.

“And then I have this bruise,” you moved the sleeve of your top down to show him a purple bruise on the tip of your shoulder. You’d gotten it at the gym bench pressing and long story short, the weight grazed your shoulder, but it hurt like shit.

Tom took this as the perfect moment to reach over and push down on the bruise, causing you to flinch. “Owww!” you whisper-yelled, quite like a baby as you pushed your bottom lip out. “That hurt.”

“You want me to kiss it?” he asks gently, inching closer to you.

Your heart rate speeds up, “That would make it better..”

And with no further coaxing needed, he reached up and left a kiss right on the site of the bruise. But he didn’t stop there, his lips began to travel up your shoulder, leaving open mouthed kisses along your neck. It was taking everything in you to not let out a moan, your breaths were already too heavy. He was evidently not as innocent as he seemed to be.

Your hands found their way to the back of his curly hair, threading your fingers through his locks when he reached your jawline, leaving one last kiss there before stopping. “Better?” he asked, looking up at you with swollen lips.

You were swooning at this point, his brown eyes looking up at you with admiration and a hint of lust would make any girl weak. You made the first move this time, putting your fingers on his chin to align his face with yours.

“Hey bro, we’re good, the cops just left.” Someone said opening the door, making both your head and Tom’s turn. It turned out being Kyle, and you expected him to apologize for interrupting, but he didn’t even realize what he’d barged in on as he left as fast as he’d come.

Tom flashes you a longing smirk before standing up, holding his hand out for you to grab onto. You do, standing up next to him and walking out of the closet with his hand resting on the small of your back.

The music started back on as normal, but at this point most people were deciding to call it a night.

Rayna, Emma, and Jess all immediately approached you.

“Hey, we’re gonna uber back to our dorms. You coming or what?”

“Yeah, just wait for me outside,” you tell them, turning to face Tom. “Let’s exchange numbers, I definitely want to see you again,” you say, not even beating around the bush like you normally would. He laughs, nodding before handing you his iPhone and you hand him yours.

After putting your numbers in each other’s phones, you hand them back, standing and just looking at each other with goofy grins on your face for a few seconds. Neither of you wanted to say goodbye just yet. So just deciding to go for it, you reach up and connect your lips to his. It takes no time for him to return the kiss, gripping your hips tightly with his hands as one of your hands is placed on the side of his jaw. His lips felt so nice on yours as his tongue grazed your bottom lip, seemingly asking you for entrance which you accept, opening your mouth just enough for him to slip his tongue inside. He was way too good of a kisser to be even a little bit inexperienced.

One of your friends cleared their throat loudly, causing you to detach your lips from Tom’s and turn your head to them, all of them waiting on you impatiently.

“Sorry to interrupt, but our Uber’s here.” Rayna interjects, trying not to giggle.

You and Tom give each other one final peck before you remove your arms from each other. You  catch up with your friends, and turn around to give Tom one last look before you walk out of the house. He’s already busy talking with his mates, and they seem to be excitedly hyping him up, probably over you. You knew it wouldn’t be long before you saw him again.

Part 2? Lmk

100 Years - Warren Worthington III X Reader

Word count: 2.1k
Requested: no.
A/N: I kinda really want a review on this and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t cry while writing this. I honestly don’t know how I came up with this.
WARNINGS; Smut, death mention
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‘I’m 15 for a moment

Caught in between 10 and 20

And I’m just dreaming

Counting the ways to where you are’

Warren never had it easy, his life had been hell since he was nine years old. he discovered he was a mutant and his father disowned him. He reverted to running away to anywhere, his father had been responsible for many mutant deaths and he was certain he would kill his own son too, if given the chance. Years later, at fifteen ( six years to be exact), Warren was standing inside of a closed cage used for mutant fighting. He had nothing really, just his dream of being free and able to run away with the white wings spanning out of his back. They had to be useful for something else than violence, he knew it. But he couldn’t leave. This messed up place was his home and all he really wanted was to feel loved for who he was and not be a center of attention for entertainment. The blond boy found himself staying up late just to dream up a better place than here. There had to be some one out there who would love him as he was, there was someone for everyone wasn’t there?

'I’m 22 for a moment

And she feels better than ever

And we’re on fire

Making our way back from Mars’

He had give up a lot of his dreams since he was fifteen, Warren no longer believed in love. He was a lone wolf, he had many one night stands, many nights drunk and many fights. He had stopped dreaming of this freedom he craved for so long.
Warren’s twenty second birthday was different, he hadn’t seen interest in anyone until he looked out into the crowd of the people who were watching him fight. His eyes landed on her and his body froze for a moment. She wasn’t visibly interested in the fighting yet somehow her whole body had him captured. He watched her throughout that night, he had to speak to her.
He had never been nervous, except when he was hiding away from his father and sneaking behind his back to cut off his wings, but now he was nervous to even look in this girl’s way.
Once he caught up to be behind this woman, Warren froze again. He wondered if she would even want to speak to a freak like him. Probably not but he wanted this so bad, he had to speak to her and he wondered why. Gently, the angels hand landed on the shoulder of the unnamed lady. She spun around to reveal her y/e/c eyes and a bright smile. She paused, unsure why he wanted to seek her attention as Warren mentally prepared himself for a rejection. “Hello, I’m y/n. You are?” her voice was soft as Warren swallowed down his fear. “I’m Warren, and I must say you look very, very lovely” his thick British accent came out.

Neither of them knew how it happened, but the two woke up the next morning together in a pile of limbs, wings draped over y/n’s soft y/s/c skin. Their clothes were in a pile next to them as y/n rubbed her eyes and focused in the white wings around her body. She took time to caress him and love him. Warren had never felt any kind of affection, not for a long time. Then it all came back into her mind. The soft sounds he made as she praised him and pressed her fingers in the spot between his wings. His moans were soft and muffled as he buried his face in her neck, thrusting himself in and out of her body at a relatively calm pace. He had always been rough but he could swear his body was on fire when he was inside her. Or the way he groaned loudly when her fingers tangled into his blond mess of curls as his thrusting sped up, her tugging the roots as a way of appreciation during their hook up. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he rocked himself fluidly. Warren took it all in as he remembered the night before, a heavy blush falling to his cheeks as he was on a high that was love.

'15 there’s still time for you

Time to buy and time to lose

15, there’s never a better wish than this

When you only got a hundred years to live’

It hurt when he watched y/n get dressed and press her lips to his cheek as she left. The thought of him never having that kind of high, that kind of touch, that kind of love again had actually hurt him. Part of him wanted to chase after her but he was physically drained and had another fight today. No time for love. He hung his head and sighed to himself. But he noticed the small slip of torn paper later with her number. Maybe this angel with a broken heart had a chance after all. Hr had never stuck with a one night stand, he had never even tried by now, things had to be different. For the first time in his life, he prayed.

'I’m 33 for a moment

Still the man, but you see I’m a “they”

A kid on the way, babe.

A family on my mind’

Some how, this boy got the girl and now in their mid thirties, he was asking to start a family with his wife of four years. She wasn’t a mutant and he didn’t think she would want a mutant child. He wondered why anyone would want someone who was a freak of nature like he was. He paused for a moment and took in her beauty. “Can I ask you something?” he swallowed as his lover looked up with soft eyes. “Of course”. Warren ran a hand through his hair, “Do you… want to start a family with me?” Warren’s voice came out so soft that y/n had barely heard it. Her lips pulled into a smile, “of course I do”.

Warren had fallen into the wrong when he joined Apocalypse when he was only 24 years old, and somehow, she loved him even then. Y/n loved him with the permanent tattoos on his face and his permanent metal wings, which ached so horrible. He had cut her with them during the simple task of cuddling and was so terrified to touch her, but her response was only “we’ll learn”. He considered himself beyond lucky to have her.

“Angel…” y/n started as Warren blinked back to reality. 'hm?’ “We’ve already started our family… I’m pregnant”. Warren’s eyes widened, “really?! Aren’t you afraid they’ll be a mutant like me and-” Y/n cut him off. “That’s what I’m hoping for, actually. I’ll have two angels in my life and more reasons to stay strong”.

'I’m 45 for a moment

The sea is high

And I’m heading into a crisis

Chasing the years of my life’

Their son was twelve now and Warren swore he was going to be the death of him. He watched his son grow his used to be white wings and comforted him when the pain was unbearable. He valued a lot in life now, his family was his everything. Warren wondered how his life had passed by so much and was open to his son, telling him he had been in the wrongs more than once. On one night, when the only child of them was sick, Warren was sitting with his twelve year old, telling him that he would always love him and the moat important thing was to be proud of who he was. “dad, I know… I’m proud of who I am because you’re my dad. I’m like you and I’m me”. His heart swelled, here he was, chasing after another dream. He wanted another child, and he was impatient.


'15 there’s still time for you

Time to buy and time to lose yourself

Within a morning star’

Warren held his little girl when his son was almost thirteen. His eyes were glossy as his wife had given everything she could, he had a new person to care and love, but he no longer had the woman who had given this to him. He felt pain, and of course, he was losing his mind. She had given her life for a new life that was rowing inside of her, suddenly Warren felt sick, like it was his fault.
His son turned fifteen, his daughter two. That was the day he seen her again, this time, she was real. “How?” he asked as his wife, who was long dead, now held his cheek in her palm. “Mutants are able to vary, aren’t they? I’m a mutant as well… I gave myself a second chance, for you. I’m nor immortal. Just able to heal” she cooed softly. “but why did you leave me all alone?” he asked with a more than broken heart. “I never left you, I would never leave you. Do you know why? Because you’re in my heart”.

'15, I’m right with you

15, there’s never a better wish than this

when you’ve only got a hundred years to live’

For the first time in a long time, Warren felt at ease as he watched his children grow and his wife grow old with him. “Pretty soon he’ll be going away to college” Warren sighed as he watched the seventeen year old boy who resembled him so much play with his four year old sister. “That just means we have to watch and care for our daughter just as much as we did him when he was an only child” y/n sounded softly. Warren nodded, “maybe we could get a dog”. Y/n felt her lips pull into a smile, “that sounds wonderful”.

'Half time goes by

Suddenly you’re wise

Another blink of an eye

67 is gone

The sun is getting high

We’re moving on…’

The house had grown quiet and empty, the once young and blond angel was now aged and gray haired. His children had given him grand children. His son was now thirty four years old with a wife and two little boys. His daughter, a bright young girl who resembled her mother and had his white wings, was twenty two years old and expecting her first baby. She had grown up to be a nurse. His grandchildren found it wonderful that he knew so much, “Grandpa has to know! He always knows!” they’d cheer. It warmed Warren’s heart.
Warren sat down uncomfortably, his back aching. His wings had the tendency to schedule and he’d sit up crying most nights now. Y/n looked up, “pretty soon the house will always be empty…” it wasn’t a thought the two adored, they feared it more than anything. The angel smiled, “We’ll be alright”. And they would.

'I’m 99 for a moment

And dying for just another moment

And I’m just dreaming

Counting the ways to where you are’

Warren had become ill and was on bed rest. He was sick, he knew this. He lost her for the final time. His son was Sixty six and aging, his daughter was fifty four and by his side. “It will all be okay” they assured, he knew this, he was an angel. He counted down the moments until he’d be knocking on heaven’s door. He didn’t want to leave his family behind but it’s a part life played.

'15 there’s still time for you

22 I feel her too

33 you’re on your way

Every day’s a new day’

In the end, it was believed the mind plays memories in a sequence for the last seven minutes of brain activity. His memories were jumbled as he found himself looking at a very young woman again, her beauty catching him off guard. She smiled her captivating smile and he was drawn in like she was a siren of the sea. Maybe this wasn’t the end, but was the very beginning.

'15 there’s still time for you

Time to buy and time to choose

Hey 15, there’s never a wish better than this

When you only got a hundred years to live’

He hadn’t moved, still staring at the unnamed stranger as he dreamt up his life with her. He paused, so many choices and so many things to say, he gently reached forward and touched her shoulder gently to grab her attention. She turned around with her y/e/c eyes shining, “yes?” she hummed out softly. Warren’s lips tugged into a smile, “I couldn’t help but be captured by your beauty, can I get you a drink?” he offered with a calmer tone than what was in his head. She smiled and nodded, “I’d like that, on two conditions”. He nodded, “yes?’ She paused, "Your name and a conversation”. “of course”.

You Picked Good! (Shiro x Reader)

Originally posted by tropicoola

Pairing: Shiro x Fem!Reader (Obviously)

Warning: Fluff ;)

Word Count: Honestly, I don’t care enough to check, its just a lot okay.

Summary: You and Shiro are engaged before he leaves but when you find out about the incident, you go and try to find him yourself. 

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okay prepare yourself for a LOT of fluff, oh and also fluff and cuteness and fluff. I loved writing this :) Hope you like it <3 (this is not proof read, sorry for the mistakes)

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She heard the young raven haired boy and the little girl with ponytails giggle in the living room, their laughter reaching her ears as she grabbed the ice cream in the kitchen. A smile crept on the blonde’s face and she turned around watching as her niece reached to grasp in her little hands, the boy’s signature grey beanie and place it over her head. Jughead who usually despised people who stole his woolen hat, looked lovingly at the child, the beanie too big for her tiny head, so it fell on her eyes making her laugh. When Betty had told Jughead that they had to babysit her niece for the evening, the boy couldn’t hide his excitement. He loved kids. Ever since he was 8 and a new member of the Jones family was born, he had done all he could to be the best big brother to his sister Jellybean until she too had been taken away from him.

And as the little girl next to him jumped and screamed in innocent joy he finally felt the long lost feeling of being a brotherly figure.

Betty came back with the ice cream, sitting on the couch next to her niece. “Well, I’d say it look better on you than on Jughead, Susie.” the little girl clapped her hands before sticking out her tongue at the boy. The two blondes laughed together while he looked at them in complete dizziness. Being with Betty Cooper meant having the chance to experience such cute and joyful scenarios.

They ate chocolate ice cream and watched the Aristocats, singing all the lyrics to the famous songs. It was Susan’s favorite movie and Jughead admired the child for having such great taste as such a young age. Since it was also one of Jughead’s favorite cartoons when he was a kid.

One arm around Betty’s shoulder, the little girl on her lap, slowly drifting to sleep, we look like a small family Betty thought, her cheeks flushing, she took a deep breath and she felt it: pure happiness and peacefulness.

There was the sound of knocks on the door and Betty looked at her watch realizing it was already 11 p.m. Susan was asleep, face covered in chocolate ice cream, her head resting against Betty’s chest. The blonde got up slowly carefully resting her niece’s head on her boyfriend’s chest “Can you take her?” she whispered. He swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded reaching behind the little girl’s head, to hold her. His girlfriend let the two of them alone, walking towards the door to greet her sister and Jason while Jughead laid completely immobile, even too scared that a breath would wake the blonde angel up. He let out a silent breath and looked as Susie’s thumb found its way to her mouth.  

Polly and Jason thanked them both, gave them a kiss goodnight and walked away from the apartment, the sleeping child in her mother’s embrace. Jughead wrapped his arms around Betty’s waist, leaving a kiss on her shoulder as they watched the small family disappear behind the corner.

“So…” Betty started turning around, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Did you have fun?” she asked brushing the hair at the base of his neck with her fingers. “Well, the Aristocats isn’t a Hitchcock…” she rolled her eyes smiling “but yes. I did have fun.” she leaned in to leave a soft kiss on his lips, to signify in a way, the peacefulness that they both felt on that night. They went back inside closing the door behind them and drifted to sleep a smile on their faces, the sound of the little girl’s giggling resonating in their ears

-

“Ti, I want cake!” Susie whined pulling on the hem of the blonde’s dress the nickname making the girl smile. “Here you go sweetie.” she handed her a piece of strawberry cake, her favorite and took her tiny hand in hers so they could walk together to the dining room, where a lovely set of white teapots and cups was neatly place over the table, prepared for an intense teaparty between Susie, Betty and a large number of stuffed animals. Her niece climbed on one of the chairs, placing her slice of cake on her plate while Betty sat next to her, in front of a cute elephant.

 “Would you like some tea?” Susie asked grabbing the tiny teapot in her hands. “Very much my dear!” Betty said doing a british accent. The little girl poured the invisible liquid in her aunt’s cup, raising her small pinky finger to ‘look more english’ she had said. Susie’s favorite teacher was british so that year she had announced that she wanted to be british. And so the two sisters experienced long hours of the little girl talking with the accent or crying about wanting to visit London, the city her teacher talked so much about. Except she called it London. 

“Where’s Jughead?” Susie asked eating the strawberry on top of her slice of cake. “He’s at work.” Betty replied sipping on her ‘tea’, carefully raising her pinky “Did you have fun with him last time?” she asked watching as the little girl’s face lit up. She nodded clapping her hands, “Yes yes yes! I like his hat.” Susie exclaimed making Betty giggle “When are you two getting married Ti?” she asked clapping her hands, Betty nearly choked on air at the question. Not knowing what to say she smiled awkwardly at the excited little girl. Susie let out a squeal “Pretty Ti in a pretty white dress!” the blonde caressed her niece’s chubby cheek looking at her lovingly. “Not soon Susie” she said, the smile on the little girl’s face disappearing “But why Ti? He’s a prince and you’re a princess so you have to get married!” she stated looking confused, as if it made total sense to her. “Jughead’s not a prince.” Betty shook her head with a little smile. “Liar liar pants on fire!” Susie screamed standing on her chair, reaching her aunt’s eye level “I know he is a prince because he has a crown.” she crossed her arms, pouting. 

Betty wrapped an arm around the little girl’s shoulder hugging her, the impulse to squeeze her in her arms too strong in front of such cuteness. “Okay yes, he’s a prince.” she finally admitted, her niece looking up at her, a large smile on her face and her eyes shining with innocent hopes and dreams. “But it’s a secret” Betty brought her finger to her lips and Susie imitated her. “Secret” the little girl repeated “Do you pinky promise to not tell anyone?” the blonde asked raising her pinky. “Pinky promise” Susie whispered, wrapping her pinky to her aunt’s. They giggled, the little girl proud to hold such a big secret.

-

Jughead was laying on the bed, a novel in his hands and an arm under his neck, propping his head up. He heard the sound of keys and a door closing. Soon after, Betty entered the bedroom, falling on the mattress in a groan. “Tough day?” he asked and she nodded in silence. Taking off her coat and her shoes she climbed up the bed, resting her head against his chest, an arm wrapped around his waist. “What’re you reading?” she asked opening one tired eye to look at the pages.“American Pastoral” he replied showing her the blue cover of the book.

“How was your day love?” he asked his arm coming up to caress her hair, soothing the tired blonde. She sighed “My boss was on my ass all morning about articles and interviews I had to do, then my mom called saying she wants me to visit, we had an intense conversation about health and how I was going to die of pneumonia if I didn’t start wearing more scarves and sweaters. Then I went to Polly’s and she left me with Susie because she had to go do her hair and now I’m here.” 

She snuggled closer to him, breathing in his familiar and comforting smell of old books and coffee. “At least your afternoon wasn’t that bad.” he said kissing the top of her head. “How was it with Susie?” he questioned remembering the evening they had spent with the little girl, a smile appearing on his face. “We had a wonderful tea party.” she mumbled chuckling, her eyelids felt heavier and heavier by the minute and before drifting into sleep she whispered “She asked when we were going to get married.” with a last small laugh, her eyes closed and her breath stilled.

Jughead felt the familiar warmth filling his chest and he looked down at the beautiful blonde in his arms, leaving a kiss on her forehead. “Someday…” he caressed her soft hair, resting the long forgotten book on his stomach. “Someday…”

listen bitches

god has smote me down unto this planet for me to make this one god damn post. pastel. mike hanlon. headcanon. here we go-

-mikes always been soft. hes always been different from other boys, he was always too gentle, too frail, too meek

-because of this he tried to stay away from boys his age, when he went to elementary school he always ended up sitting with girls at lunch and recess because they were nice and they gave him flowers and didnt care that he was quiet

-his family life wasnt the worst or the best, but he always felt the tension surrounding his lack of masculinity and friends

-but farm work over the years made him incredibly strong, physically, and before he knew it he was a teenage boy about to enter highschool

-he always had anxiety about being around his peers and it was peaking as he entered the front doors to the school, wearing a black t-shirt and jeans to look normal normal normal

-he tried to stay under the radar as much as he possibly could. he knew the reputation certain upperclassmen had. but it was no use and one day when he was walking to his usual spot alone in the lunchroom he felt a shove, and then his head smacked the floor.

-it was bowers. he had found his new target and was about to attack when out of the crowded room a voice stopped him

-“HEY ASSHOLE HE DIDNT DO SHIT TO YOU, GO SUCK A FUCK”

-“richie oh my fucking god hes gonna kill you guys guys bill hes gonna kill richie guys im gonna freak the fuck out richie you dumbass”

-“eddie if you s-shut the fuck up m-m-maybe he won’t know who said it”

-and then richie tozier was sucker punched.

-bowers stormed off after socking him and while eddie tried to stop the blood dripping out of richie’s nose, a boy with curly hair helped mike up

-“hi im stan these are my dumbass friends, you can sit with us so that bowers doesnt come after you again” and bill smiled from behind stan and waved

- mike smiled and then looked over at richie, who was screeching in a british accent at eddie while eddie yelled at him to keep still

-“IT LOOKS COOL AS HELL EDS LEAVE IT”

-“NO BITCH”

-and then richie saw mike and mike went over nervously to thank him. all four boys stood around mike while he was talking, which made him super nervous and quiet.

-he fumbled with his fingers and his voice slowly died and he panicked but bill put his hand on his shoulder

-“hey d-don’t freak out. its okay y-y-youre o-our friend now”

-and mike smiled and sat down with them. he sat with them every day for the rest of the year, and their friend group got even bigger when they found the red head and the kid who liked ‘new kids on the block’ for some reason

-he loved his friends. he loved bill, who would always reassure him whenever he felt scared. he loved richie, who always stood up for him when things got intense at school, and he loved eddie who always tended to whatever wounds he obtained, both physical and mental. he loved stan, who would ask him if he was okay in a concerned voice so different from his usual one, while he held his hand. he loved ben who always talked with him about his passions, never judging and always truly listening. and then there was bev.

-beverly wore dresses. she wore makeup. she looked lovely every day, but mike knew that she was the strongest person in their group. he admired her light colored clothes with lace and frills and her jewelry and her pink purple yellow nails. they hung out the most alone together. mike loved talking to bev.

-bev could tell that mike admired her clothing and she loved his quiet, kind presence but she noticed that mike was also holding something back. she questioned him about it and he tried to brush it off but she wouldnt budge, so he finally admitted everything. how he had never felt confident about his personality, how he knew that he was different but was terrified of it, how his clothes felt like they were a mask. he explained how he loved how beverly dressed, and how much he loved the colors she wore, especially pink.

-bev listened and then thought for a minute. then said

-“yknow, you don’t have to look strong to be strong. you dont even have to be strong. its okay to be gentle. i think you should dress however you want.”

-and she looks through her drawer. and she pulls out a pink sweater.

-mike walks into school having a small panic attack, fiddling with the sleeves of his new garment. is he really about to do this?

-he wasnt going to wear it. he knew it was like asking to be bullied. he knew that he would be talked about and laughed at. but he just loved the sweater so fucking much.

-it fit him perfectly, it felt like a hug, when he put it on he stared at himself in the mirror for ten minutes. he Loved it.

-and his day went great. he got stares but always brushed them off because he was with his friends, they were complimenting him and cracking jokes and talking about nothing and everything was fine. he felt good about himself. for the first time.

-so he started collecting clothes, bright yellows and light pinks and purples, peach sweatshirts and a jacket with flowers embroidered onto it. he wore necklaces and rings and let bev paint his fingernails weekly until he started doing it himself. he wore a ring with a flower on it that stanley gave to him. he couldnt feel the sneers and shocked faces, he could only feel the safety of his friends and his clothes.

-until one day when he was walking home. he was going to meet up with stan and ben and bill so that they could walk home together but he was stopped in his tracks by bowers.

-“what the fuck are you wearing, princess? a pink sweater? why are you so fucking queer?”

-and he was pushed again, but this time he felt something crack. he tried to get up but bowers put his foot on his chest, smearing mud onto his favorite item of clothing.

-“you cant wear gay shit like this. not in this fucking town. let me leave you a little reminder”

-bowers took out his knife, but before he cut mike there was a smack, and he was falling backwards. stanley was standing there, breathing hard, with tears in his eyes. he looked over at mike and knelt down, taking his hand and lifting him up. bill was running towards them, along with ben.

- bill took bowers knife and threatened him to stay down. ben looked at mike, then looked at bowers and then at bill. he looked at bowers again.

-“you can’t threaten every person thats different from you. you can’t try to mold someone into what theyre not. youre fucking sick if you think making someone live in fear is going to make you feel better about yourself. you deserve the worst, but we’re not gonna fucking hurt you because we dont have to.”

- and then they hurried away, stan half carrying mike, to find bev richie and eddie, who all promptly freaked the fuck out and they all went to the hospital together.

-mike was told he had a broken jaw, but he healed faster than most, and it wasnt so bad in the hospital because his friends came in every fucking day to keep him company (much to the annoyance of the staff)

-mike would just stare at his friends and smile while they bickered and laughed with each other, and he looked down at the light pink sleeves on his arms, thinking for a moment if it was worth wearing it. he looked up at bev, who was watching him

-she gave him a nod of reassurance and held his hand

-and mike hanlon felt safe.

What’s In Your Head?

Chapter One // Chapter Two

summary: So, the year is 1999. Eddie is 23 years old, telepathic, and lives with his childhood best friend, Bill, in Portland, Maine. He meets a young musician with a knack for speed named Richie at a bar. Based off @trashmouthloser‘s mutant!loser club headcanons!!

pairing: reddie

words: 2.6K

warnings: alcohol, pretty s*xual flirting (but no s*x)

A/N: i wrote a lot this time?? i think it’s because we’re getting into the good (gay) parts of the story and it’s so much fun to write. i realized that i forgot to write bill’s stutter in the first chapter, whoops. it’s really mild in this fic bc he has more control of it as an adult but he still has it. thank you so much for reading, liking, and reblogging!! Please message me if you would like to be added to the taglist!

A slight sting ran through Eddie’s head as he stirred from sleep. He faintly began to remember the events of last night and groaned at the thought of his forwardness. Quietly, he cursed Mike and Bill under his breath for not stopping him, but he checked his answering machine anyway - mentally prepared for either nothing at all or a disastrous rejection voicemail.

Nothing.

He supposed it was better than, “hey, fuck you. I’m not interested in bar-hookups.”

Only slightly, though.

Normally, he has to know a guy for months to even consider holding hands with them (which is the reason why most of his relationships fizzle out, but he prefers not to talk about that). But, he felt some sort of magnetic pull last night that he wants to blame entirely on a mixture of physical attraction and alcohol, which isn’t all that difficult.

Eddie got out of bed to take a couple aspirin only to find Richie sitting at his kitchen table, reading one of Eddie’s old Spiderman comic and sipping black coffee from one of the mugs Eddie’s mother sent him. His heart dropped from his chest into his stomach, as he stood there wide-eyed staring at him.

Dear fucking god, what did he do last night?!

He doesn’t even remember Richie coming home with him last night. There isn’t a pain in his lower back and his bed seemed to be stain-free, so they couldn’t have slept together. But, it doesn’t explain why a man he clearly saw get into a van with his band and drive off was sitting at his kitchen table.

Maybe, he was having a fever dream.

Richie sensed Eddie and glanced up from his comic book and coffee. When he laid eyes on him, he broke out into a smirk and had dark hooded eyes. Eddie didn’t have to be a mind-reader to know what Richie was thinking when he saw Eddie’s shocked stare and slightly agape mouth.

“Hey, princess,” he drawled, making Eddie’s face heat up in anger and embarrassment. Maybe, he didn’t like Richie as much as the alcohol did.

“Don’t call me that!” Eddie snapped. “What are you doing in my apartment?”

Richie tsked, with a faux frown. “You’re certainly being rude to a house guest,” he scolded.

“I don’t even remember inviting you into my house!”

Eddie’s face was as red as a Coke can, and Richie could clearly tell he was seething, as his stifled laughter indicated.

Suddenly, a huge roaring laugh burst from him and he yelled out “I can’t, Bill! I can’t do it!”

Bill entered the kitchen, laughing just as hard as Richie. But, when he looked back, Richie wasn’t Richie. He was Mike, pounding his hand on the table as he laughed so hard he was nearly in tears.

After a heated moment of confusion and fear, Eddie realized Mike used his shapeshifting abilities to trick him. If he was angry earlier, he was twice as angry now.

“You guys are assholes!” Eddie shouted, quickly turning on his heel to storm upstairs.

“Y-You should’ve seen the l-look on your face,” Bill shouted after him.

When he got up to his room, he immediately breathed out a sigh of relief that he didn’t fuck anything up last night. But, he also cursed himself because even a fake Richie could get him so riled up.

*************

Silently, Eddie stewed in his irritation and anger long after Mike had left to go home. Not speaking to him as they picked up around the house and finished various chores.

When Eddie heard the phone ringing in the kitchen, he bolted from the living room to answer it, ignoring Bill’s amused giggling. He swears to god that if this is his mom, he’s going to lock himself in his room forever.

“Hello,” he said slightly out of breath.

“Uuhm, hi,” the person on the other end says awkwardly, “Is Eddie there?”

“This is Eddie,” he tries to say with the utmost calmness but winced slightly at how enthused he sounded.

“Oh hey!” the voice says excitedly, “This is Richie.”

Eddie mouths the words “yes, thank you, Jesus” a couple times, pumping his fisting. He could totally hear Bill giggling in the living room and making kissing noises, but he really didn’t give a fuck.

Clearing his throat, he begins as nonchalantly as possible, “what’s up, Rich?”

Unknown to Eddie, Richie preens at the nickname on the other side of the line.

“A couple college students my bandmates know are throwing a party in the suburbs, and I was wondering if you and your friends wanted to come?” Richie said in an excited rush. Eddie could barely understand was he was saying, save for “party” and “wanted to come.” Typically, Eddie didn’t go to parties during his years in high school and college. When he did, he was always dragged there by a friend, namely Bill. But, this was an attractive musician he almost kissed last night.

This was all Eddie needed to know before he enthusiastically said “yes.” Though Richie couldn’t see it, he was vehemently nodding his head and bobbing up and down like an excited child. He could barely contain himself as he wrote down the address.

“Great! I’ll see you tonight, Eddie Spaghetti,” Richie drawled in his normal raspy voice, feeling slightly more relaxed.

Before Eddie could reprimand him for the nickname, he hung up, leaving Eddie under Bill’s intense gaze.

“S-so?” Bill asked.

“So, we’re totally going to a college party, tonight,” Eddie stated, pointedly avoiding Bill’s shocked stare.

“E-Eddie, you hate p-parties,” he deadpanned while looking at Eddie as if he had stepped out of an insane asylum.

The other man shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, still avoid Bill’s eyes. He mumbled, “I don’t hate them that much.”

“In y-your own words, they are ‘smelly, loud, and a b-breeding ground for g-germs and STDs,’” Bill recited smugly.

“This is different.”

“How?”

“Cute boy,” Eddie stated simply. Bill shook his head in disbelief and relented to Eddie’s wish.

********

The house was far out in the suburbs and looked like something from those coming-of-age movies Eddie would watch obsessively as a kid. There were university students strewn out on the lawn, making out and drinking carelessly. A strong pulsing bass came from the house, coursing through Eddie, Bill, and Mike’s bodies as they stood on the sidewalk.

“I-I hope one of these kids don’t f-fuck up my car,” Bill confessed.

“Kids?” Mike laughed, “you only graduated just last year, Big Bill.”

Ignoring their bickering, Eddie walked away from them towards the house. It was exactly everything Eddie hated about parties: smelly, loud, and a breeding ground for germs and STDs. Belatedly, he realized he must look out of place once again, as he was dressed like a ‘80s rich boy with his striped long sleeve polo and khakis.

Maybe tonight was going to turn out to be a John Hughes movie after all.

He uncomfortably wandered through the crowd of college students, looking for the boy with dark grey hair. Just as he was about to give up hope, he spotted Richie sitting on the kitchen counter, swinging and singing along to Guns and Roses, while a redheaded girl, the band’s drummer if Eddie can remember correctly, giggles at the motion of his long gangly limbs. Richie was wearing the same grey leather jacket and silver boots as last night, but he swapped the pink tank top for a Pink Floyd shirt.

Eddie smiles fondly to himself and approaches them. The girl instantly notices and tells Richie to turn around with a smug grin. Richie whips his head around and his eyes go wide whenever he spots Eddie standing there and giggling. First, he gives Eddie an obvious once-over, then he grins wide and motions Eddie to come over to them.

“Eds!” he exclaims. “The cutest boy in the Portland area! You’ve made it!”

“Don’t call me that,” Eddie says as Richie places his arm around his shoulder. “And, you must be blind if you think I’m the cutest boy of anything.”

“Well, Edmund,” Richie says in a posh British accent, “I am legally blind according to the state of Maine, so I have to wear these babies.” Then, he pulls his eyelid slightly down, pointing towards the obvious contact lenses in his eyes. “But, you don’t give yourself enough credit, Eddie.”

Meanwhile, the girl is still watching this exchange, smiling as if she knows something they don’t. She clears her throat to get Richie’s attention.

“Oh yeah!” Richie said, “This is our drummer, Beverly.”

“I’m Eddie,” he says in response, sticking his hand out.

She takes it. “I heard quite a bit about you in the van last night, Eddie. Oh, what were you saying again, Richie? ‘God, he’s so cute. I want to eat him up like a Twinkie. I would’ve paid five billion dollars to have him pin me to that sta-’”

Richie quickly interrupted her in a British accent, “whoa, Bevvie! You insult my fair lady’s honor!”

Beverly just shakes her head and takes a cigarette out of her pocket. “I’m going to leave you two lovebirds alone,” she said as she placed the cigarette in her mouth, lit it with a small flame at the end of her finger, and exited the kitchen.

“So, do you want a drink?” Richie asked, jumping off the counter.

“Yeah, but I probably shouldn’t drink too much tonight,” Eddie said, biting his lip.

Before Eddie could say what he wanted, Richie got two beers from the fridge. They were both the cheap brand that you could get a 6 pack of for 5 dollars. But, Eddie wasn’t about to complain. He was with Richie, so tonight was already a pretty good night.

Richie made what was considered a pretty bold move in Eddie’s book and grabbed his hand, leading him towards the living room where the stereo was. Everyone in the living was circled around one person, Bill, who was using his powers to make the keg float. People cheered and shouted as if it was one of the coolest things they’ve ever seen.

“Your friend seems pretty popular,” Richie leaned in and said to Eddie, matter-of-factly.

Eddie took a sobering sip of his beer as he leaned against the wall and watched big jock-like guys slap Bill on the back. It was high school all over again.

“Yeah, I guess,” he shrugged. “Bill’s always had a pretty cool mutation.”

Glancing in his direction, Richie noticed how Eddie’s shoulders were slumped and his eyes were trained on the floor, silently nursing his beer.

“I bet you have a cool one too! Or, if you don’t have one, that’s also awesome! You don’t need to compare yourself to Bill,” Richie yelled over the loud music.

“Not really,” Eddie said quietly.

Richie encouragingly nudged him to share, because he genuinely thought Eddie didn’t need to be insecure.

“Ok, ok,” Eddie relented. “I’m a mind-reader. It’s nothing special, really.”

He lifted his head to look at Richie who looked positively lost for words.

“W-What?” Richie asked dumbly, growing hot in the face. “So, have you read my thoughts?”

A smirk grew on Eddie’s face as he watched Richie squirm under his gaze.

“Why Rich?” he asked in the best “sweet and innocent” voice he could muster. “Have you been thinking naughty thoughts about me?”

Eddie leaned into Richie playfully and got a good whiff of cheap cologne, feeling the heat in the pit of his belly when Richie unabashedly said “yes.”

Quickly, Richie’s eyes grew dark and hooded, as he kept glancing at Eddie’s lips without even trying to hide it. He leaned closer in, and Eddie didn’t feel the same courage coursing through his veins as last night. In the back of his head, he knew that if he started to kiss Richie, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. Truthfully, he didn’t want this to be some one night stand, so he wouldn’t let it turn into one.

“Don’t worry,” Eddie whispered softly, aware of the little space between their lips, “I don’t read people’s minds without asking. It’s an invasion of their privacy.”

“You can invade my privacy any day, Eddie Spaghetti,” Richie said.

At this point, Eddie’s back was against the wall, while Richie leaned one arm against it. Before now, Eddie really never noticed the height difference between the two of them, but Richie simply towered over him, and Eddie could only stare at Richie with big brown eyes.

“What about you?” Eddie asked, awkwardly trying to change the subject, “What’s your mutation?”

Richie took the hint and backed away from Eddie, slightly disappointed. Little did he know, Eddie was also disappointed.

“I’m really fast,” Richie said proudly, taking a sip of his beer.

“What does that even mean?” Eddie sputtered.

“I could show you,” Richie drawled with a wicked grin.

But, it wasn’t an innuendo this time.

Richie actually grabbed Eddie’s hand and dragged him from the house. Once they got outside, Eddie felt the cold bite of the fall temperature, as he shivered slightly. Quickly, Richie took off his jacket and put it around Eddie’s shoulders, then hunched over.

“Get on,” Richie said impatiently.

Mentally, Eddie resented that he was small enough for Richie to give him a piggyback ride, but he didn’t voice it.

As soon as he was one, the world around him became a blur as he clutched on to Richie for dear life. And, in an instant, it was over. They were 5 blocks away from the house in front of an all-night convenience store. Eddie was ready to vomit all over the pavement while he dug around in his pocket for his inhaler. He took two quick inhalations, before turning around to glare at Richie.

“You could’ve got me killed!” he scolded, still trying to calm his insides.

“But I didn’t,” Richie pointed out, rubbing Eddie on the back as he worried his lip between his teeth.

Truthfully, he felt very guilty for making Eddie this uncomfortable and worried, but his mouth replied before he could stop it. Eddie looked at Richie’s face and took his earlier words to heart, reading Richie’s thoughts. His anger almost immediately dissipated.  

“I know,” Eddie said calmly and quietly. “I’m not mad at you. It’s ok.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

Richie didn’t make Eddie get on his back again, but instead went into the convenience store and bought him a ginger ale. They walked the whole five blocks back to the house party (with Richie’s hand on Eddie’s waist), bickering and arguing. When they got back, Bill and Mike were laying on the hood of Bill’s car, blanking staring up at the sky.

“E-Eddie,” Bill hiccuped and then slurred. “You’re clearly the most s-sober, so you are the d-designated driver.”

He lazily tossed his keys in Eddie’s direction, clearly not worried whether Eddie caught them or not. (He didn’t).

After Eddie fished Bill’s keys from the gravel, he turned to Richie, whose arm was still around his waist, and said goodnight.

“Thanks for inviting us,” Eddie spoke softly as if he’d ruin the moment if he spoke any louder. “I had a really fun time with you, Rich.”

“No problem,” Richie replied. “You’re still the cutest boy in Portland, Eddie Spaghetti.”

Before Eddie could scold him for using that nickname, Richie leaned down for a quick peck on the lips. The same kind of kiss you’d give when dropping off someone after a first date. Eddie met Richie’s eyes when he pulled away and saw nothing but pure adoration there.

After they broke away and Richie was walking back towards the house, Eddie noticed he was still wearing the leather jacket.

“Wait, Richie!” he called. “Your jacket!”

“Keep it!” Richie yelled back.

Tonight truly did turn into a John Hughes movie.

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Sirens And Sacrifices

Request: Can you do protective prompts 2 And 5 with the reader and Pan having to deal with some angry pirates?

Summary: When Peter presents to you a special task originally intended for one of the Lost Boys to complete, you decide to take matters into your own hands for the greater good. 

Protective Prompt #2: “Good luck trying to get to him/her without fighting me first.”

Protective Prompt #5: “Get behind me, I’ll deal with this.”

Word Count: 2236

Warnings: Mild Language

Peter hadn’t slept in days. Each night, he stayed awake in his tent, formulating something unknown to you and the other Lost Boys.

He refused to tell anyone what he was doing, and eventually, you all stopped prying.

Peter could keep all the secrets he wanted to.

One day, when you were walking back from a hunt with Felix, you heard Peter call from his tent, “Y/N! Get in here!”

Your eyes widening, and you looked at Felix, panicked. “Me? I didn’t do anything wrong!”

Felix gave you a comforting pat on the back and then a slightly reassuring, “I’m sure it’s nothing-probably just some minuscule favor”, but you weren’t so sure.

Peter never asked you for favors. In fact, Peter barely even acknowledged you. Every day, you carried on with your usual work duties, usually getting them done in time to play around with the other Lost Boys. So when you walked into his tent and he was standing there looking at you all expectantly, you couldn’t help but feel…queasy.

“C-can I help you?” You asked, trying to sound relaxed despite being incredibly perplexed at why Peter chose now to have his first conversation with you.

“Yes, Y/N, you can. Please, have a seat.” He gestured to a wicker chair in the middle of the room, and as you sat, you felt your anxiety growing stronger and stronger.

“So, Y/N,” he started, walking around you in a slow, nauseating circle, “You’ve been on the island for some time now, and I can see the other boys have taken quite an…interest to you.”

He paused for a moment, looking at you, and you realized he was awaiting a response.

“Oh.” You said. “Um, yeah. I guess I’ve grown pretty close with them as well.”

Peter nodded, like this was exactly what he wanted to hear. “So, you’d say you know them quite well, yes?”

“…Yes, I suppose so…” You replied, slowly, not having any clue where this was going.

“Well, Y/N, I need your help then. You see, you’ve probably noticed I’ve been working on something quite laboriously these past few days…” Peter had completed his full circle around you, and was now taking slow strides over to the big wooden desk in his tent.

On the desk sat something big, covered in a white sheet.

“My help with…what, exactly?” You questioned, wishing he would just cut the theatrical build up and explain what in the world he meant.

“With…” Peter let one hand linger over the sheet before pulling it off, “This!

Once the cover had been removed, you had no idea what you were looking at.

Placed on the desk were five mason jars, each having its own label. Only four jars out of the five contained something in them, and you read off their labels, growing even more bewildered than before:

Salt from the sweat of the meanest pirate on the sea, a thread off the greenest curtain in Oz, a seed harvested from the most sacred tree in the Enchanted Forest, and water from the deepest well in Camelot.

The fifth jar, the empty one, read: Three scales off the most ferocious mermaids in Neverland.

Peter watched your reaction closely before giving some insight. “You see, I wanted to save the easiest task for last. However, it is only easy because of its close proximity to us. Otherwise, it may be the most fatal task of all.”

You raise your eyebrows, all too quickly starting to catch on. “So, you want me to…”

Peter nodded again, finishing a sentence but not the one you were thinking. “…help me pick which Lost Boy I should sacrifice to complete this task.”

That is not where you were expecting this to go. You stood up so fast you nearly knocked the wicker chair to the floor. “You want me to, what, pick which Lost Boy to send to his imminent doom?

The boy grimaced. “Well, when you put it like that, it sounds bad. But Y/N, I don’t think you understand. This spell is very important, and could save the entire fate of Neverland-”

“I don’t care!” You exploded. “I know the Lost Boys, and I know that their lives are not worth risking for some, some spell. For god sakes, Peter, if you’re that desperate, you might as well just send me.

Peter’s expression instantly transformed into alarm. “What? You? No! I couldn’t send you to-”

You threw your arms up in the air in exasperation. “And why not? I’ve got a hell of a better chance at survival than the rest do anyway, Peter!”

“No, Y/N!” He shouted, slamming his fist down onto the desk. “You’re not going and that’s final. Come dawn, you better have a boy’s name to give me or else…”

“Or else what?” You mimicked, putting your hands on your hips.

Peter’s eyes darkened, and you felt a chill run up your spine. “Or else I will banish you from Neverland, Y/N, and you will never return again.”

With his threatening words still dangling in the air, you spun on your heels and stormed out of the tent, Peter calling after you, “I’ll see you at dawn!”

You waited until Peter and all the other Lost Boys were asleep before rolling out of your cot and up onto your feet. You fastened your dagger into your waistband so it was secure and hidden, and then crept your way out of your tent, through the camp site, and into the woods.

No Lost Boys would be dying on your account. Not if you could help it.

Mermaid Lagoon wasn’t too far from camp, and you stealthily maneuvered through trees and shrubbery until you saw the deep blue lake, its water still glistening despite it being night time.

Your plan was a simple one, but also one that could easily go wrong.

Slowly, you walked over to the edge of the lagoon, sitting on a rock and letting your feet dip in. You tried to look sad and vulnerable, the mermaids favorite type of victim.

You sat there for almost two full minutes, and for a second, you worried something was wrong.

It’s not like mermaids migrate south for the winter, do they?

But then, you saw it: a fin, momentarily flashing above the surface of the water before dipping back down. Two more followed.

They were coming right for you.

Emerging out of the water, one of the most beautiful girls you had ever seen stared up at you, batting her eyelashes as innocently as a little kid.

As if.

She smoothed back her long, flowing blonde hair before tilting her head to the side. “Why, Lost Girl, why do you look so sad?”

Her voice was like honey, and the confidence you had in your plan began to drop rapidly.

“Oh, I’m just sad because…” You tried to match her innocent eyelash batting, even adding a small pout. “I think mean old Pan is going to kick me off the island.”

It wasn’t even a lie.

The mermaid changed her facial expression to something empathetic and compassion, reaching out a hand to place on your leg. “Aww, that’s too bad.”

You nodded, and out of the corner of your eye, saw the other two mermaids emerging too, each just as beautiful as the first.

“You know…” The first mermaid said, “You could always join ussss!” She glanced at the other two mermaids, and they nodded encouragingly, letting out delighted giggles.

Quite honestly, being a gorgeous mermaid and luring men to their death for a job didn’t seem too bad.

You put on a grin, acting thrilled with their death proposal. “Really? How do I do that?”

The three mermaids began to close in on you, their smiles growing bigger. “All you have to do is swim with us!” They said in melodic unison.

Then, the first mermaid reached her hand out, and you watched her pretty, rose painted nails turn to talons, and their pearly white teeth turned to jagged, sharp fangs.

They all extended their arms, ready to grab you and drag you to your watery tomb, when you quickly pulled the dagger out of your waistband and stabbed the first mermaid through the elbow.

She let out the most blood-curdling screech you’d ever heard, making you want to cover your ears.

Swiftly, you pulled the dagger out of the first mermaid’s arm, ready to plunge it into the second mermaid’s chest, when the third mermaid angrily yanked both of your legs down, pulling you into the water.

The gorgeous blue water began to turn red with the first mermaid’s blood, and you tried to stay afloat while the last two mermaids tried to strangle you to death.

You forcefully stabbed the water in front of you, hoping by some ray of luck that you struck something. Thankfully enough, you heard the second mermaid cry out in pain. You reached out, holding onto her fin.

Little did you know that would be the one of the last miracles fate dealt you.

Because in the moment, you saw a forth fin rise out of the water, coming toward you at an alarming rate.

Four mermaids, you realized. There weren’t just three, but four mermaids in the lagoon.

This one was angrier and fiercer than the rest, snatching the dagger out of your hands and throwing it back on shore. Then, she wrapped both hands around your neck, pushing you back towards the edge of the lagoon in an attempt to bash your head against the rock.

That’s when your last miracle happened.

Two strong hands came from behind you, lifting you from under your armpits up and out of the lagoon.

Once laid out on the ground, the oh-so familiar and bossy British accent was barking at you from above.

“You bloody idiot, Y/N! What in the world were you thinking?” Peter shouted.

You coughed out some water and then quickly stood up, backing up from the water’s edge. Gesturing to the mermaids, you fired back, “I was just doing what I had to do! So one of the other Lost Boys didn’t get killed!”

“So, what, you were gonna get yourself killed instead?” He cried.

“I knew what I was doing!”

You spotted your dagger on the ground next to you and reached for it. Re-armed, you faced the mermaids, ready to finish the fight.

“Pan!” The first mermaid shrieked. “You’re going to pay for what your pet has done to us!”

You raised your eyebrows at being called Peter’s “pet” and lurched forward, dagger raised, but Peter stopped you, putting a hand on your shoulder and moving in front of you.

“Get behind me,” he said, “I’ll deal with this.”

“Oh, boy will you!” The second mermaid hissed. “We’re going to rip her to shreds!”

Just as you were about to fire back, Peter stepped closer to the edge, the vicious look on his face deadly. “Yeah, good luck trying to get to her without fighting me first.”

This made the mermaids retreat back a few feet. Even though you just saw Peter Pan as more of an ass, you always seemed to forget he was the most dreaded force on the entire island of Neverland.

“C'mon Y'N. Let’s go.” With that, Peter turned and stormed off into the forest. With one last look at the four stunningly lethal mermaids, you followed him.

“Listen, Peter, I-” You started to explain, but Peter just shushed you.

“No, Y/N, I don’t want to hear it. What you did what incredibly stupid, and nothing you can say will make up for that.”

You went quiet for a minute, and then pulled something out of your pocket, holding it up to Peter. “So, what I did was incredibly stupid, even if I still ended up getting the three scales?”

Peter stopped dead in his tracks, whipping his head around to you. Looking down and seeing the three shimmering metallic scales in your hand, Peter’s mouth dropped open.

Then, he picked you up in his arms, twirling you around three times, all while screaming, “Y/N! You’re a genius!”

You grinned, living up the moment.

Peter set you down and looked into your eyes, and you could see his face was glowing with victory and happiness.

It’s important to note that before this exact moment, you had accepted in your head that the hug you had just received from Peter would be the last sign of affection you ever got from him. You now, however, learned that fact was wrong, as Peter tilted his head to the side and leaned in, kissing you passionately on the mouth.

Almost drowned by mermaids and now being kissed by Neverland’s boy dictator, this was easily the strangest and most wild night of your life.

Once he finally pulled back, you just stared at each other, not knowing what to say.

“Um…Peter…what was that?”

He immediately looked down at the ground, his cheeks gone full red. “Um, sorry, Y/N. I guess I just got, uh, a little carried away.” Which would have been a viable excuse, except then you both leaned in and shared your second kiss.

This time you pulled away, feeling your heart pounding ten thousand beats per minute.

Peter began walking again, but this time, he slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to his body. “Well, uh, Y/N, I believe we have some magic to make.”

Heart of a Scotsman - Part 1 (Merlin x Reader)

Word Count: 1328
A/N: i don’t know how many parts this will be, but I hope you all enjoy this! if you would like to be tagged in any upcoming chapters, drop me a message. This part is mostly background and context but I hope you guys like it nonetheless

You had known Harry Hart for a long time. He had met your older brother when they started secondary school together in the same year. Being seven years your senior meant that your parents often took the opportunity of him being old enough to baby sit so that they could have an evening  to themselves, and he invited Harry round every time without fail. Your earliest memory of Harry was from when you were seven years old; you’d fallen down the stairs while your parents were out celebrating their anniversary, and you had been left in the charge of the two fourteen year old boys. The cat had tripped you up on the third step down, and you had fallen the rest of the way and broken your arm, causing the both of them to momentously freak out.

John had done so many laps of the dining room that Harry was surprised he hadn’t begun to wear a hole in the carpet, “The ambulance will be on its way, Johnathan, you need to sit down. You’re only going to upset Y/N more.” Your wailing had stopped only a few minutes ago, thankfully, but hot tears continued to streak down your cheeks. Harry was gently wiping them away, trying his hardest to keep his smile on his face and take your mind off of your snapped arm. Your brother gesticulated wildly, though no words came out of his mouth until his hands finally came to a stop in his hair, “We called them ten minutes ago, Harry, the hospital isn’t that far away!” The rising volume of his voice gained a whimper from you, and Harry shot the other boy a glare before his gaze returned to your face, “Come on now, Y/N, you’ve got to be a brave girl for us. You’re a brave girl, aren’t you?” You nodded weakly, muttering in response, “I can be brave.”

Both Harry and John and joined the army as soon as they were out of secondary school, the both of them fresh-faced and optimistic. In an attempt to follow in your big brother’s footsteps, you had been an active and dedicated cadet, but had given your position up at the age of sixteen. Your brother continued working his way up the ranks while, much to your dismay, Harry appeared to drop off the map entirely in your eighteenth year. At your eighteenth birthday party, he seemed to be the only one who was missing, and John had insisted that he was sure Harry wanted to be there, but he had recently been ‘scooped up’, and probably had higher commitments now. You tried to understand, the same way you understood why John was gone more and more often and for longer periods of time, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. Two days later, you received a card and a letter from Harry, including a small wad of money and his best wishes, and you decided that made up for it.

Despite getting a birthday and a Christmas card every year from Harry without fail, you didn’t see him in the flesh again until you were twenty-three years old. You worked what you considered to be a poor excuse for a job, but figured you were only young anyway; you’d work something proper out eventually. And then Harry showed up at your door. He looked older now – well, he was thirty in a few months – but also healthier than you’d ever known him. When you were younger, the only way to describe his physicality was that it bore quite the resemblance to that of a beanpole. But here he was, fit and donning what you assumed was an amazingly expensive suit. You let him in without hesitation, though he seemed hesitant himself. Like there was something he wanted to say but he didn’t have a way to say it. You gestured for him to make himself comfortable at your small dining room table, and poured two glasses of wine before you joined him.

“You’re looking well, Y/N,” he started, and you blinked at him, sure that his voice had never been that deep before. You shrugged in response, “I’m alright. You’re looking well, I wouldn’t want to take you in a fight,” you joked, and he laughed and fixed his gaze on his wine glass. A brief silence passed before you broke it, “God, it’s good to see you, Harry. You- You dropped off the face of the Earth. It’s been nearly six years-”
“I’m not here without reason, Y/N.” You tilt your head at him, and cock an eyebrow. You had figured his reason was simply to see you, but the tone of his voice sounded very business-like. You leaned back in your chair, gesturing for him to continue, “Alright, why are you here, then?”
“A vacancy has come up, where I work. I’d like you to try out for the position.”
“Where you work? So you’re not with the army anymore? John always talked like you’d gone and joined the SAS but I never believed him.”
“I was with them, for a time,” he rushed to continue so that you didn’t interrupt him, “Now, though, I’m part of a much more covert organisation. Each of us has to put forward a candidate for the vacancy, and I think you would be a good fit.”
“Did John turn you down, then? I’m your back up?”
“I didn’t go to John.”
You blinked at him; he hadn’t gone to John? “But if this is still army, SAS like work, then surely he would have been-”
“I need you to understand, Y/N, that you never saw your brother in the field. I did. He’s strong and he’s able, but he doesn’t have the right heart for it, like you do. He doesn’t have that balance between strength, skill and loyalty that we need our agents to have. The position wouldn’t suit him.”

Harry knew you well, and he knew that if nothing else, your curiosity would get the better of you. It was, admittedly, mostly your curiosity that allowed yourself to be lead to the tailors’ shop that connected to the larger Kingsman HQ. The corridor you stepped out into was a pristine white, and you looked up at Harry as he stepped out next to you. You’d been mostly silent since you’d left your house, needing simply to think the offer over. You inhaled deeply and nodded once, “What do I need to do?” His hand touched the small of your back as he urged you to keep moving forwards, looking like he was choosing his words carefully, “You will go through a series of tests over the course of several months, you’ll train, and you’ll come out a better person whether you get the position or not,” he explained, though his eyes seemed fixed down the corridor as he smiled. You followed his line of sight, and your eyes settled on a man who seemed to be entirely limbs, in a jumper that looked amazingly soft. You instantly regretted not bringing one of your own sweaters with you.

“Galahad,” the man greeted, his voice deep and soothing, and his Scottish accent thicker than any you had heard before, “Late again.” Your eyes found Harry’s, and he knew you well enough to know that the look he needed to shoot you was entirely scolding. You swallowed and smiled to yourself, turning back to the Scot in front of you. “Y/N, this is Merlin, he’ll be the one testing and training you.”
“Knights of the Round Table?” You cocked a brow at the two of them, “Very British.” You gained a chuckle from both of them, and decided you would definitely need to make the Scot laugh more often. “I’ll give you the full story another time. For now, I think you have somewhere to be,” Harry smiled down at you, and Merlin gestured down the hallway, “Let’s get started, shall we?”