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Don’t Look Back (ACOTAR AU) - Part 1

This is the ACOTAR high school AU no one asked for. This was highly inspired by @highlady-casandra and her fic We Are Young (which was amazing btw). Similar to her fic, it will be multi-POV ranging from nearly all the main ACOTAR characters, therefore although it is focusing on Feysand, Cassian, Az, Mor and Lucien will all have their own minor story lines.

Summary: It’s senior year and everyone is fighting battles they do not want to face. Toxic relationships, conservative parents and alcohol are a bad mix. Quite frankly a recipe for disaster.

I really hope you enjoy! (I have basically written the whole thing, so if there’s any interest I will post the next chapter ASAP <3)

PART 2PART 3Part 4PART 5, PART 6PART 7, PART 8, PART 9 PART 10 , PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18

“Lucien, he can’t start dictating our lives,” sighed Feyre, picking at her half eaten sandwich from the crappy canteen.  “We need to do something, even if it means tying him to a chair and making him listen to us.”

This very particular corner of the library was well hidden and mostly unused, which was to the advantage of Feyre and Lucien’s current predicament. For about two weeks now, instead of eating on the field watching football training, him and his best friend would resort to hiding in the back of a library during lunch hours. Though seemingly extreme measures, they agreed that it was to get some space from the rest of the school, but they both knew it was to avoid one person.

“I’m just worried about him, ever since his mum died, he’s been…different,” Lucien took a bite from his apple, the noise sounding louder than it was in the quietness of the library.

Feyre leaned over the table they were eating lunch on, more wisps of hair falling out of her messy bun. “He has started looking through my phone, checking my messages, my pictures. It’s like he’s expecting me to cheat on him.”

“What!?” Feyre nodded in confirmation. This was getting worse than Lucien thought. His childhood best friend was making it increasingly more difficult for Feyre and himself in supporting him. It was growing difficult in even being around him, when he was constantly snapping at them, telling them what to do and what not to do. They only had each other to voice their concerns, which did not help the rumours nor said persons paranoia.

Feyre slumped back in her chair, “Well we can’t keep hiding from him in this damn library. We have to confront him- somehow.”

Lucien nodded in agreement before changing the subject that was becoming a burden on their lives. “Can I come round yours to study tonight?”

A glint of anger reached Feyre’s eyes, “Are they being bastards again?”

“They’re always bastards,” Lucien said, referring to his severely dysfunctional family where his father hated him, his mum didn’t care and his brothers made it their goal to make everyday a living hell.

“You’re always welcome at mine, you know that,” Feyre replied, reaching forward to squeeze his hand. He was grateful, as he knew Feyre’s family dynamic was far from functional too. 

“Well ain’t that cute, looks like your girlfriend and your best friend are having a secret affair in the library every lunchtime,” said Bron, who approached with what seemed to be a furious looking Tamlin by his side. They simultaneously rose from their seats, inwardly preparing for the oncoming storm.

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Kate's Magical Lust (18+)

(note. Short story for @blueberryballoons contains breast and butt expansion, and suggestive themes)

“Humph.” Kate pouted as she sat down at the edge of her bed. She just came home after a long day of college classes. She stared straight ahead into the mirror in front of her that stood on top of her dresser. She eyed herself up and down, straightening her back and turning her head from side to side. She stood up from the bed and turned around in the mirror, bending over and trying every sexy pose she could think of. No matter what Kate did, she still wasn’t confident enough in her body. She didn’t think she was pretty, flawless, or gorgeous as her friends always told her she was. She sighed and flopped back onto the bed, staring up into the ceiling.

“I just wish my body would change, I’m so sick of the same old me. I want bigger boobs and a bigger ass like all the other girls I know. It’s not fair.” She groaned. Suddenly a low rumbling shook the room slightly, flickering the lights on and off. She looked around the room in fear, she’d never been in an earthquake before. She stood up and was about to run for the open doorframe when suddenly there was a loud crash. The double Windows to the left of her bed sprung open and a small purple glittery from came tumbling in through the air like a badly thrown football. It clattered to the ground and rolled a few times, letting out little polite “Ooh”-s and “Eek”-s as it spun.
“Oh dear, oh my, oh heavens.” The small little woman mumbled to herself as she stood to her feet brushing dust and paint and wood chips off of her glittery purple dress. She was no taller than 3 feet, had a face caked with makeup, silver gray hair pulled up into a bun, and carried a child’s plastic magic wand. Kate stood there leaning against the dresser, her hand over her heart with an expression of shock painted on her face.

“Why hello there darling!” The woman cheerfully chided. “Sorry for such a rude entrance, I’m still getting use to the new wings.” She giggled, pointing to the fluttering neon wings on her back. Kate still stood there frozen in disbelief.

“W-Who…” Kate whispered quietly, slowly recoiling from the shock and stepping closer to the magical woman.

“Now that’s no way to greet your fairy godmother!” The woman said playfully.

“M-My fairy wha?” Kate continued to mumble.

“Come give me a hug, darling!” She said so reassuringly that Kate began to step forward. She crouched down onto one knee as the fairy wrapped her small gloved hands around Kate and gave her a tight hug. “My, my, you feel so thin child. What are these people feeding you? Tsk tsk.” She said disapprovingly.

“So you’re my fairy godmother? Like in the movies?” Kate asked with childlike wonder, staring into the fairy’s eyes.

“Yes, yes! Of course. Every young girl has one. You can call me Bellinda.” She said with a smile on her kind, aged face. “Now, I heard you muttering some nonsense about your frame. I understand it’s causing you some distress. In my opinion you should love yourself no matter how you look, especially a girl as beautiful as you.” Bellinda smiled stroking Kate’s cheek with the back of her palm. Kate smiled back, her cheeks blushing. She stood up from her crouched position. Bellinda followed Kate, her wings flapping effortlessly like those of a hummingbird as she raised two feet in the air to match Kate’s height and just hovered there.

“Now you’re in luck little lady. You see fairies like me that have been around a while have the ability to grant one major wish every month or so. I’m ready, are you?” Bellinda asked.

“Uh, well I-” “Great! Now take that hoodie off, we wouldn’t want to damage it. All you’ll need is a plain white t-shirt and some bottoms you don’t care very much for.” Bellinda said sternly as she began to wave some kind of magic over the end of the wand. Kate stood there for a minute confused before she turned around and walked to her closet and changed.

Two minutes later Kate emerged in a baggy white t-shirt and some running shorts. She stood there in a cute, awkward way with her hands in her pockets waiting for Bellinda’s approval. The Fairy turned her head, “Oh! Perfect! Now come here dear.” Kate walked over to Bellinda. “Stand here in the middle of the room” She said “Yes, perfect.”

Bellinda began to wave her wand in the air, magic glitter and sparkles appearing around the end of the wand as she muttered some nonsense spell.

“Bippity…Boppity….BOOP!!” She yelled as a pink laser blast shot out of the end of the wand, sending Bellinda across the room. The beam shot directly into Kate’s belly before disappearing and encasing Kate in a pink aura that made her feel funny for a moment, like her whole body had fallen asleep, and then the aura faded. Kate stood there in the moonlight, the room filled with silence, looking down at her body for any noticeable changes.

“Nothing happ-” Kate stopped herself. A small muffled sound could be heard, like an inflated balloon slowly letting out air. She looked down as she felt a pressure around her chest. She looked down the collar of her loose shirt and saw her bra slowly begin to push out and rise, obscuring the view of her flat stomach.

“Oh my god.” Kate whispered. She gently placed her hands onto her tits, feeling them press out into her hand. They were filling with air like balloons! She was completely fascinated, feeling her boobs grow bigger, rounder, and perkier. And it was soon visible as her breasts surpassed a B cup, pressing out against the white fabric. She was amazed, watching her once small boobs grow bigger and bigger before her eyes and they showed no sign of stopping. A sudden feeling of arousal washed over her.

That feeling was quickly overridden by a new sensation. She felt the same pressure as before only around her backside. She tried to look over her shoulder left and right but couldn’t. She jogged over to the standing mirror, her new still-growing tits bouncing with each step. She turned to the side and arched her right leg. What she saw she couldn’t believe. Her once loose running shorts seemed to be shrinking in size. The loose cuffs began to ride up her thighs as they thickened and plumped up along with her butt. Her ass began to grow fatter and fatter, filling out the backside of the shorts. She spun around, seeing her perky bubble butt continue to grow along with her new thunder thighs. She was being flooded with this feeling of arousal. She’d never been turned on by her own body, and now she finally could.

Her ballooning tits had stretched and lifted the white t-shirt to the point that it looked like a white crop top displaying her entire stomach. Her shorts were now practically panties, completely wedged between her ass cheeks. The erotic feeling was intense. She had been completely bomb shelled and bimbo-ified. The waves of pleasure ran over her again, as she moaned and quivered. She had to act on this urge immediately. She closed her eyes and absent-mindedly crawled into bed entirely powered by pleasure. Under the covers she began to rip off her ruined clothing and appreciate her new ass.

“I’ll leave you alone for this part dear.” Chuckled Bellinda as she fluttered out the window, it closing behind her leaving a trail of purple glitter tinkling to the ground.

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Just like Clockwork

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summery: After waiting for Tom to get home from filming, you fall into your nightly habit before Tom gets home.

word count: 939

A/N: This is my first fic that I have put online, the rest are hidden somewhere on my computer… So I hope you like it, and I’m open to requests if you have any ideas you would like :) 

It’s almost comical how often you end up in the same routine every night. Throughout the day you tell yourself you’ll be productive, maybe you’ll clean the kitchen, or go through the clothes that you haven’t worn in ages. In your mind you are trying to tidy things, but you always end up every night finding yourself curled up on the couch with a comfy blanket, a cup of tea, and your laptop open while you endlessly scroll through Instagram.

You felt particularly guilty on this particular evening considering your boyfriend was finally coming home after months of filming. You had been dating Tom for two years now, and the craziness of his schedule was always something you worried about, but it’s become second nature after a while. As you sat down in your normal spot and turned on a random show on Netflix for background noise, you mentally kicked yourself for not cleaning up the apartment a little before Tom got home. He had been texting you all day with updates on his travel plans and his ETA. You spent all day planning for the perfect evening while you were at work, but your evening habit of lounging seemed to call your name as soon as you kicked your shoes off at the door.

Pulling you from your thoughts, your phone left off a little ding, signifying a new text from Tom… hey love, baggage claim lost Haz’s bag, so I’ll be a little later than I thought. See you in an hour hopefully xx. –T. Damn airport, you mumbled pulling the blanket a little closer to your body, trying your best to emulate a hug you desperately craved for. Be safe babe, I’ll be here waiting, you respond quickly and turn back to the moving pictures on the television screen. Another ding sounds from your phone, Harrison apologizes for the inconvenience… I told him he owes us a pizza -T. You laugh to yourself as you imagine the boys waiting at the airport for Harrison’s bag, giving each other all sorts of crap. You sent a couple of hearts back, and set your phone down, finished your tea, and became engrossed by the show you were watching.

You looked up at the clock hanging on the wall after a couple a while, finally noticing how late it actually was. You shifted your eyes back to the TV, hoping the bright colors and quick movement would help you stay awake, as you slowly felt the effects of the long work day you had.  Eyes slowly closing, as you curled up tighter to get comfy. Once again, you fought to stay awake, hoping that Tom would be home soon so you could be awake to greet him. However, fatigue got the better of you, and you slowly drifted to sleep, still waiting for your boyfriend to come home.

After waiting in the airport for an hour and a half waiting for Harrison’s bag, Tom finally was making his way back to the apartment he shared with you. After not seeing you for months due to your work schedule and his filming schedule, he was dying to go home and hold you for hours. However, when he got home, rather than finding you waiting for him at the door with a hug like he was expecting, he walked into the apartment to the sound of your favorite tv show, and what seemed like an empty room. After taking a few steps forward, he heard a little movement coming from the couch. Tom quietly laughed to himself, knowing exactly what he would find. He had been teasing you almost every night he was gone during your nightly Skype calls because you were always in the same corner of the couch, wrapped in the same blanket. He was quite sure of himself he was going to walk around the couch to find the same scene he had seen every night through his computer screen, and sure enough there you were, wrapped up in Tom’s old blanket in the corner of the couch.

You shifted in your sleep, hearing the movement around the apartment. It was the sound of your boyfriend’s quiet laugh that lured you out of the comforts of sleep. “Hello Darling, why don’t you scoot over,” you mumbled in your sleepy state shifting closer to the corner so Tom could slide in next to you. As soon as he sat down, you turned your body so you were now curling into him instead of the pillows propped on the couch. You forgot how safe and comfortable you felt in his arms. “I missed you,” you murmured into his chest, nuzzling a little closer. Kissing your forehand, Tom cradled you head in his arms, carelessly twirling the ends of your hair with his fingers, “I missed you too.” He suddenly shifted so that you faced each other. “What’s wrong Tom?” You were worried something wasn’t right, maybe he wished you had been awake to greet him. “I just wanted to tell you that I loved you, and that you are so gorgeous.” Sighing with relieve, you leaned up to kiss him, “I know.” You settled back into his lap, situating yourself back into the comforts of the blanket as Tom laughed and leaned into the other corner of the couch to be more comfortable.

And just like clockwork, the fatigue took over again, as you and Tom drifted to sleep, on the couch wrapped up in his blanket, just like every other night you spent in the apartment. Except this time Tom was home, and you finally felt at home.

Not Dead Yet (Part 35)

*I know this is late. May has been a hellish month. Stupid %$#@$!$ basement flooding twice and scheduling errors at work messing up my routine. UGH! Glad this month is almost over. Have a nice long chapter for your incredible patience. New update to follow shortly! Love ya!*

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warning: langauge

When we got back to Neverland we landed right in the middle of camp and nearly crushed Ben. “Hey boys,” I let go of the cart, “Take what you need.”

The boys swarmed the cart and took the things they needed. I quickly grabbed my own things and set them down in an open place to set up my tent. I took my change of clothes and went to find a secluded pond to soak in. What I would love was a hot bath to help with the soreness in my abdomen but as far as I knew there weren’t any hot springs on Neverland.

I was feeling a little better after my soak and washing away the layer of dried sweat and other bodily fluids. I slipped on my fresh clothes and headed back to camp. Seeing all the tents back up was a welcome sight. After everything that’s happened to camp and the boys it was nice to see things return to some kind of normalcy.

When I got back to where I sat my supplies I was surprised to see my tent had been set up. Candace was outside in a carefully crafted nest and chirped happily when she saw me. I scratched the top of her head and crawled inside my tent. It was then I saw a piece of parchment resting on my cot. I picked it up and smiled at the wonderfully drawn picture.

While the evening was still young I wasn’t up for sitting around the fire or dancing with the others. I also didn’t want to risk the chance of running into Peter. Not to say I was embarrassed or anything I just know how much libido a boy can have and didn’t want to get cornered by him so soon. For the remainder of the night I stayed in my tent playing with Candace instead until I finally fell asleep.

If I thought sleep would help I was completely wrong, if anything when I woke up in the morning I felt even worse. It reminded me of when I first came to Neverland and how my muscles weighed down after days of training. Why must my body betray me this way?

It was early in the morning and the boys were still asleep. Good. I didn’t want to talk to anybody. I walked down to the beach and stretched my belly out on the warm sand. This feels nice.

“How the hell can you get up this early every morning?” So much for my pleasant morning.

“Hello,” I gave a pat to the sand next to me, “Come to mock my early morning routine once more?”

“Well it’s the only time you’re ever truly alone.” Peter sat down next to me, “Is there a reason you’re lying face down in the sand?”

“Because I can?”

“You’re sore, aren’t you?”

“Damn it all…” I muttered, “Yes, I am. What of it?”

“You should have just said so.” he rolled me over and laid his hand over my stomach, “Could have done this yesterday if you hadn’t avoided me.”

“Avoid is a strong word.”

“Yet it is what you did.” the ache started to fade, “I’m not mad just a tad disappointed that you would automatically assume I would, one, force you to have sex with me, and two, do it so soon after you lost your virginity. I have slept with literally dozens of women, a lot of them virgins, I know what they go through physically after it happens.”

“Man you really are a whore.”


“Sorry. Thanks for the consideration, truly, but I really don’t want to hear about how many naive virgins and drunken barmaids you’ve had sex with.”

“Figured.” he pulled his hand away, “I just want you to know that this doesn’t change anything between us. I don’t want you to feel like you have to avoid me because of what you asked me to do. That’s the whole reason you wanted to do it in the first place.”

“Well I wouldn’t say the whole reason.” I smirked at him. The tips of his ears burned red. “Didn’t understand that from yesterday did you? I would have thought the signs were obvious.”

“Oh my little Lost Girl,” he ran a hand through my hair, “You unravel me.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“That remains to be seen.” He pulled me closer with a cheeky grin. His gaze left mine to focus on something over my shoulder. “Someone’s watching us.”


“Your pet.”

I looked behind me to see Candace flitting closer towards us. How had she followed me out here? She hopped onto my lap and began chirping at me. “Hello darling, why are you out here?” I scratched the top of her head.

“It’s very attached to you.”

“Her name’s Candace.”

“You named your phoenix Candace?”

“Well what would you name it?” Why is everyone so critical over her name?

“I don’t know something more deserving of an immortal phoenix like…the Neverbird.”

“Do you just name everything after Neverland?”

“It’s a good name.”

“It’s a title not a name.”

“Candace the Neverbird.”

“Is Candace the phoenix just not mystical enough for you?”

“My island, my rules.”

“My bird, my name.”

“I’m calling it the Neverbird.”

“You’re an idiot.” I picked up Candace and stood up. “I think she’s hungry, I’m going to go find her some food.”

“I’m gonna catch a couple more winks.” Peter reclined back on the sand and closed his eyes. “I have to go out and start collecting boys later.”

“Finally, some new blood to instill fear into.” He peeked an eye open at me, “What?”

“I knew there was a reason I liked you. Do you wanna come?”

“You want me to come with you to find new boys? Haven’t we spent enough time together recently?”

“There’s never enough time with you. Also more specifically we’ll be finding the boy that’s going to save my life. So?”

“As fun as that sounds I think I’ll sit this one out. There are things to do here.”

“Suit yourself.” he closed his eyes again and I left into the jungle to find Candace some food.

As much fun as roaming the realms and finding new boys would be I needed some space from Peter. I feel like everywhere I turn he’s there. I need some time away from the boys in general. I love them like brothers but it can all be a bit much. I’m as rough and tumble as the next boy, even more so in some cases, but I am also still a girl. There was a part of me that hated some of the jokes they made or their lack of sanitary habits.

If I am being honest with myself it was more than that. Being the only girl on the island can get frustrating. I’ve never been friends with girls, not even before Neverland. It was always just me and the boys. I never even knew my own mother. Would I even get along with girls? Can I even consider myself one after all these years without any interaction with another?

“At least I have you, huh?” I lifted Candace to my shoulder, “I’m not seeing any berries around here. Let’s try someplace else.”

I trekked further into the jungle searching for a berry bush until I finally found a grove of them near the far side of Dead Man’s Peak. “Here you go,” I picked some and held them up for Candace to eat, “You’re looking bigger already. How fast do you age? Maybe Peter would know we’ll ask him later.”

When I got back I was only slightly disappointed to see he had disappeared from the island. He wouldn’t return till late in the night I was sure. I dropped Candace back at my tent and by now everyone was awake and getting ready for training. I had been slacking on my training lately and stuck with Felix for some real challenge.

“Come on Y/N,” Felix sighed, “I thought you were a tad better than this.”

“Just a bit off this morning.” I refused to admit I was rusty. Rusty meant clumsy and clumsy meant death in a real fight.

We started again and I got some of my prowess back but took a few more hits and falls than I should have allowed. Training last late and I was dripping with sweat by the end. Most of the boys were too and we decided to take a quick dip to cool off.

“This is nice,” I floated back on the pond.

“Yeah,” Devin floated next to me, “Until someone does something like this.” Devin launched himself at me and dunked me under the water. I pulled him down with me. Why can’t we have a swim without it turning into a brawl? So is the life of a Lost Girl I suppose.

We thrashed about in the water for a bit having some good fun. Devin had me in a lock and the other boys came over to pester me while I was subdued. I thrashed even harder trying to break free when a loud noise like a needle to the ear pierced the air. Devin dropped me to clamp his hands over his ears. I looked to find the source of the noise and saw it was Candace. She had followed me again. I quickly swam to the shore and tried to shut her up. Once she saw me she quieted down.

“What the hell was that?!” Toodles asked. The others looked at me accusingly.

“I didn’t do this.” Candace kept chirping until I picked her up. “She must have thought I was in trouble.”

“We were horsing around. Is your rat with wings that dumb?”

“Don’t insult her, she can’t tell the difference. She only saw me struggling.” I gave her another soothing pet. “It’s sweet.”

“No, it is dangerous.” Toodles said and there was a murmur of agreement from the others.

“This is madness. She’s just a little bird that wanted to protect me. She’ll learn.”

“I don’t know why Pan lets you keep it.” Billy sneered.

“I would have thought that much was obvious.” Devin pulled himself onto the bank next to me, “Pan and her are sleep–”

I pushed him back in the water before he could say another word. I don’t know if he was kidding or if he somehow actually knew but I wasn’t going to let him implant the idea in the other’s minds. “You all are so paranoid. Why wouldn’t we want an all powerful immortal phoenix on our side? She’s not even fully grown and her screech discombobulated you all within seconds. She’s valuable and Peter recognizes this, that is why she stays. Now if you’ll excuse me I think I’m going to dry off and get something to eat. Bring your torches and pitchforks if you want to rebel against our leader’s wishes.”

Without another word I grabbed my things and sauntered back to camp. The boys did have a point though. Candace was still only a baby right now and she was already capable of a lot. I’m going to need to keep a better watch on her if I don’t want to lose her.

I grabbed some food and started wandering around the island. Maybe I should leave. A pleasant day trip to some far off realm with no boys. That sounded marvelous right now. To do that I would need a bean though and the harvest was under twenty four hour watch now that we had the pirates to worry about. Speaking of which, I haven’t seen them in a while, I wonder what they’re up to. Not curious enough to bother heading to the coast to find their ship but curious nonetheless. By the end of the day I had found myself reclining high in Peter’s Thinking Tree and watching the glimmer of the sea in the last rays of the evening sun. Candace had flown off somewhere the higher I had climbed and hadn’t returned.

This is so boring. Hopefully a new face around here will liven things up. I let out a yawn and fell asleep on the large bough of the towering tree. In the morning I woke up and nearly fell from my precipitous bed. I got my bearing about me and went back to camp. There was a new face milling about with the others but all I could think of was how my back ached from sleeping so awkwardly on the hard tree.

“What’s a lady doin ‘ere?” the new boy pointed to me accusingly.

“Trust us,” Nick slung an arm over my shoulder, “She’s no lady.”

“And I can break your head open like an egg with one hit.” I grabbed Nick’s spear and gave it an effortless twirl in my hand, “Suffice to say, don’t try anything.”

The young fool turned as white as a sheet and backed away slowly. Smart move.

“Must you cause so much trouble so early?” Ben approached from where the new boy had fled.

“I was simply telling him how things are around here. If one is to thrive on Neverland then they need thick skin.” I rubbed at my stiff neck. “Benny boy, know anything about easing a sore neck?”

“Sorry no.” he shrugged.

“Great.” I grumbled and collapsed back in my tent while the others headed to training for the morning. Candace chirped happily at me when she saw I had returned. She supposedly has healing abilities but I doubt they could help with the ache running down my spine. Why does my body hate me so?

Candace, annoyed by her lack of attention, pecked at my feet and ankles. “Bugger off,” I shooed her away, “Let me get some rest.”

She continued to peck and peck until it got to be too much. “What is your problem?” I shouted back as I went to push her away again but noticed she wasn’t the one that had just poked me.

“Hello to you too?” Peter quirked an eyebrow up at me.

“What do you want?” I fell back against my cot with a thud.

“Why aren’t you at training?”



“Not from that.” I glared at him. “I slept in a tree and now my back hurts.”

“My silly little pet,” he squeezed into the tent next to me, “Want me to help?”

“Sure,” I rolled over so I was laying on my stomach.

I was expecting the usual ado where he placed a hand on my back or wherever I was hurting and his magic cleared up the ache but that’s not what he did this time. He did place his hands on my back but he was rubbing it instead. It felt good and was relieving some tension so I didn’t bother asking why he was doing this instead of using magic.

I felt myself relax more as he kneaded my back, shoulders, and neck. I let out a sigh of contentment and rolled back so I was facing up. I hadn’t realized it before but he had been straddling me the entire time and now I was trapped beneath him. The last time I was in this position flew across my mind and my heart missed a beat. The same thought must have entered Peter’s mind because he began running a hand down my side.

We couldn’t do it here, could we? All the boys are at training right now…no one would be back for another hour or two at least. Without realizing it I had been sliding my hands against his thighs straddled on either side of me. I gave him a smile and he returned it with his own salacious grin.

I was less weary this time when he bent down to kiss my neck. I let out a soft sigh and stretched my neck so he could get to it easier. He pulled back for a moment to rid me of my shirt. He studied my body much in the same way he did the first time. He poked my side and I winced. “Where’d did all the bruises come from, pet?”

“I took a few lumps training with Felix the other day.”

“Clumsy, Lost Girl, very clumsy.” he murmured as his face hovered over my abdomen, “Want me to kiss it better?”

“Shove off,” I sat up and pushed his face away, “Do you always have to be such a prat?”

“You wouldn’t have me any other way.” he wrapped my legs around his waist, “Speaking of having me…”

“Bite me,” I rolled my eyes. He smirked wider before biting down hard on the space between my neck and shoulder. “Ow! I didn’t mean literally!”

“Oops,” he shrugged innocently, “I was just complying to the wish of my Lost Girl.”

“Cheeky prat.”

“Sticks and stones pet,” he pressed against me kissing me hard.

As I was starting to roll Peter’s shirt off the sound of someone milling about the camp made me freeze. “Someone’s out there.” I whispered in a panicked voice.

“They’ll go away,” he whispered back claiming my lips again.

“Y/N, are you here?” I recognized Nick’s voice, “The new kid wants to try fighting you.”

“They’re looking for me,” I warned him but my pleas fell on deaf ears, “they’re gonna realize I’m in my tent.”

“They will if you keep talking.”

The footsteps got closer. “Y/N, are you still sleeping?” Nick called again.

Peter shook his head at me.

“Trying to,” Peter frowned at my response, “What do you want?”

“The new kid thinks you’ll be an easy win and wants to fight you. Wanna prove him wrong?”

“Not right now,”

“Come on, you’re already awake.” I could make out his shadow outside the tent.

“No!” I blurted, “I–I’m not dressed. I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Okay…? I’ll wait out here for you to get ready.” his shadow left and his footsteps receded.

I let out a breath of relief. Peter was glaring at me. “Why?”

“He was about to barge in on us.” I stressed.

“No he wasn’t. If you wouldn’t have answered he would have left.”

“You can’t be sure of that.”

“Fine, next time I won’t let you slip away though.” he rolled off me so that I could get dressed again and leave.

“Just so you know,” I turned back to him, “I’m disappointed too.”

He was still frowning but there was a playful glint to his eyes. I closed the space and pressed a kiss to the bottom of his jaw. “Come by in a bit if you want to watch me break the new kid in.”

Taking down the new kid took a whole of five seconds. He stammered about how he wasn’t ready and demanded a rematch. Again and again I slammed him into the ground. Both with weapons, only him with a weapon, hand-to-hand, I even allowed the idiot to choose one of the boys so it was two to one. Each time he went down with ease.

The new boy groaned on the ground. “Come on kid, give it up already.”

“N-No…” he pushed himself to his feet, wincing as he did so. “I’m not a kid. I wanna go again.”

“Please,” I shoved him gently and he staggered back, “You are weak, you can’t defend yourself from the simplest attack, your movements resemble that of a dying warthog and you are as dumb as the ocean is deep. But you have tenacity. A real stubbornness. I can respect that.”

“Huh?” he looked at me confused.

“Don’t act so oblivious. You’re one of us now. We’ll turn you into a proper Lost Boy yet.” I held out a hand, “What’s your name?”

He glanced between me and my hand repeatedly before grasping it tightly in his own. “I’m Rufio.”

(Part 1) (Previous) (Next)

The WHOLE summary of Kuroko no Basket season 1 , 2 & 3

Kagami: I becuem number 1 in japan

Kuroko: I help you

Kagami: k


Kuroko: no

Kise: senpaaaaai

Kasamatsu: SHUT UP OR I HIT YOU *hit*


Kise’s fangirls: KYAAA KISE-KYUUN

Kise: oh shit

Moriyama: *crying internaly*


Izuki: *makes a bad pun*


Kagami: I beat generation of rainbow faggots

Kuroko: not easy


Shuutoku: pineapples

Midorima: who the fuck are you

Kagami: who the fuck are you

Takao: haha shin-chan is so funny lol

Kuroko: midorima-kun we beat you

Midorima: not possible

Takao: it okey lol

Kagami: generation of rainbow faggots weak


Kagami: oh shit


Kuroko: aomine-kun pls

Aomine: the only one who can beat me is me

Imayoshi: im gonna murder somebody today

Susa: imayshi no



Aomine: I defeat weak ass seirin

Seirin: NEVAR *gets defeated*

Kagami: aomine u bastud

Kiyoshi: *towards seirin* my beautiful children


Kiyoshi: i love u too hyuuga

Kaijo: we defeat touou

Touou: lol


Aomine: no

Kise: haha I copy u


Kise: I still win

Aomine: no *defeats Kise*

Kise: aominecchi why


Himuro: well well, if it isn’t my younger bro whose I was a total jerk towards and I still blame him even tho he didn’t do anythin wrong

Kagami: tatsuya we bros again

Himuro: no

Murasakibara: muro-chiiiin I want candy

Kagami: who the fuck are you

Murasakibara: im the one who will crush u

Everyone: *GASP*

Murasakibara: kuro-chin is so tiny lol

Kuroko: shut up


Kagami: k


Midorima: FUK

Takao: lol

Hanamiya: ohh kiyoshi, what a great knee you have there…it would be a shame if…



Kiyoshi: it okey hyuuga


Kuroko: NO

Hanamiya: THE FUCK

Seirin: we won bitch

Kiyoshi: hanamiya i hope we play again


Momoi: riko ur boobs are so tiny lol


Imayoshi: we have rematch with seirin and aomine will crush them again haha lol

Kuroko: i meet akashi-kun


GoM: omg its akashi

Akashi: im absolute

Kagami: no ur not lol

Akashi: shut up before I cut u

Kagami: try it lol

Akashi: *cut*


GoM: omg

Akashi: u shall serve me or die

Kuroko: akashi-kun no



Murasakibara: I ENTER ZONE

Kise: I enter zone?

Kuroko: no kise-kun

Aomine: the only one who can beat me is KAGAme


Aomine: im so sad

Kuroko: aomine-kun we brofist again?

Aomine: yeah fine

Alex: *towards Riko, Kagami & Himuro* LET ME LOV UUUUU

Murasakibara: I crush eevry1

Seirin: no

Murasakibara: IM SO MAAAD


*shingeki no kyojin music playing in the background*

Murasakibara: I WIN

Kuroko: NOT YET *jumps 3 meters and stops the ball*

Murasakibara: pfft I never liked basketball anyway *starts crying*

(wait there’s more, season 3 update yaaay \o/)


Kuroko: kagami-kun

Kagami: kurko wtf i told u to throw dis away

Kuroko: but Kagami-kun and Himuro-san be bros 4ever must reunite pls

Kagami: k

Haizaki: hey babe wanna netflix n chill with me

Alex: fuck off

Himuro: leave her alone

Haizaki: the fuk did you said emo nerd


Haizaki: I’m choking a bitch lol

Kise: Shougo-kun staph this

Haizaki: RyOOOOoooOOooOUTA *licks finger*

Kise: whos this blonde beauty

Kagami: It’s you, Kise. It’s you.

Haizaki: I have match with RYOoOuuOUTA and ill win


Kise: aww kurokocchi ily *uses perfect copy*

Haizaki: oh no r u serious ill fuckin kill you (not before slapping egg-head senpai)

Kise: even with hurt foot I still win wanna see

*Kaijo wins*

Haizaki: UR DEAD

Aomine: excuse me *falcon punch*

Haizaki: thats it I’m dead for the show now

Aomine: listen fucker if you dont use these shoes ill kill you

Kagami: k tnx

Akashi: I do not know defeat


Takao: *choked laugher*

Akashi: lol

Nebuya: burp MUSCLES



Murasakibara: fak you Muro-chin I didnt even want to come

Himuro: potato chips

Murasakibara: okay

Kagami: hey son of a bitch I bet you didnt forget about me

Akashi: of course not, youre the peasant that will lick my feet to honor my greatness

Kagami: wait what *gets emperor eye’d*


Miyaji: Midorima, Takao u idiots we can sTILL WIN


Akashi: …impressive



Murasakibara: *acts as Akashi’s walking encyclopedia through the entire season*

Shuutoku: oh

Rakuzan: win

Midorima: akeshi we still friends right

Akashi: no *rejects handshake*

Midorima: wow ok *cries*

Kasamatsu: Kise go show them just how much of an aWESOME FUCKER YOU ARE

Kise: sure senpai

Kuroko: kise-kun I used to hate you


Kagami: we will beat u

Kise: *uses perfect copy*

Seirin: wait that’s too early ur cheating


Aomine: Satsuki do you believe in fate


Kise: no one can beat me now

Kuroko: except the protagonists

Seirin: win

Kaijo: *cries manly tears*

Kuroko: I’ll tell you guys a story

Aomine: hey tetsu we friends

Nijimura: motherfucking haizaki

Akashi: hello I am captain now

Ogiwara: kurokooooooooooo!!! :D

Aomine: no one can beat me and i’m not sure if I want that

Murasakibara: aka-chin weak

Akashi: listen here yOU LITTLE SHIT

Murasakibara: I win then I do whatever I want

*psycho Akashi awakens*

Everyone: well shit

Kuroko: Aomine-kun pls

Aomine: I don’t even remember how to receive your passes anymore… bruh

Akashi: TEtsuYAAa

Ogiwara: *cries in despair because of 111-11*

Kuroko: *to GoM* wHY YOU GUYS DID THAT

GoM: because yolo lol

Akashi: *to GoM* separate ways we must take

Seirin: we will beat u guys!!1!!!11

Rakuzan: lololol bring it on

Kagami: *enters zone*

Everyone: what wait

Seirin: whos dis person

Mayuzumi: hello I am the new phantom 6th player and I hate everyone


Reo: bby watch my shoots… BOYS love shoots~



Akashi: I’m Akashi Seijuro of course




Kuroko: I am just a shadow… and also the protagonist so we would win anyways lol

Fandom: *dying whale noises because of teary smiling Akashi*

the end

anonymous asked:

Now that you an beautiful Bianaca aren't together are you looking for a new love? Do you have a certain type you like? You post mostly spanish women.

Why hello again darling! I am pretty sure Bianaca is a breath freshener. Moving on, yes, of course I am looking for a new love. What “type” of woman do I prefer? Why my dear, my love must be a kind of blind love. I can’t see anyone but you.


David was my friend, and he’s dead. And did Lucien tell you how he died? He might not have wanted you to know, Allen. He tied David up. Put stones in his pockets to weigh him down, and then dragged him into the Hudson. He was alive, Allen, until Lucien made him drown.

Supernatural Preferences #1

How you met:

Originally posted by jared-and-jensen-winchester

Sam and Dean (Because they’re most like together when you meet):

It’d been a rather uneventful day in your little book shop, usually you’d have a variety of people who came to buy books about magic or ancient religion. By variety, i mean people who believe in magic, demons, angels on different levels, some just bought the books for the sake of buying books, and many others bought them, because they believed in the magic the books held. But putting that aside, today just wasn’t like other days, you found yourself bored in the silence of the books store.

This was until, two men had entered, they looked rather disheveled but, in all honesty in your line of work you’d seen much worse. “Hello, gentlemen, how may i help you?” you greeted, you caught yourself before you’d shown them just how happy you were to feel another human’s presence. “We’re looking for a book on demons, primarily one about ways to protect yourself from them,” said the taller of the two. “Any specific title, if not i can show you where those books generally are?” You asked, they looked to each other, and then back to you. “Could you just show us, where they are,” the shorter of the two smiled, and nodded. “Okay, right this way.”

Originally posted by counter-fobia


After you had met Sam and Dean, you thought life would continue as normal- well as normal as your job could get. Anyways… about that whole normal thing, it’s not really working out for you really, you’d had a spike in customers like Sam and Dean, asking about demons, angels, and various other monsters from hell. Today was no different, you’d seen over 20 people in the past three hours you’ve been working, so when the bell at the door rang you assumed it was just another customer, so you treated it they way you’d treat anything else. You walked to the front of the store, and greeted the customer with a small hello.

“Sam and Dean sent me, they said you could help me,” said a man with a trench-coat draped over him, covering a suit, decorated with a poorly tied, tie. “H-How can may I help you?’ you stuttered, set aback by his bluntness. “I need to know where you keep the books, on angels,” he said, his head turned in a way that made your heart flutter, he was too damn adorable. “Right this way, I’m (y/n) by the way,” you smiled leading him to the book shelf. He followed you like a lost puppy, “My name is Castiel,” you smiled to yourself as you lead him to the section on angels. “If you need anything, I’ll be at the front desk,” you smiled.

Originally posted by deanthekingofhell

Crowley:  (It starts the same way Cas’ starts)

After you had met Sam and Dean, you thought life would continue as normal- well as normal as your job could get. Anyways… about that whole normal thing, it’s not really working out for you really, you’d had a spike in customers like Sam and Dean, asking about demons, angels, and various other monsters from hell. Today was no different, you’d seen over 20 people in the past three hours you’ve been working, so when the bell at the door rang you assumed it was just another customer, so you treated it they way you’d treat anything else. You walked to the front of the store, and greeted the customer with a small hello.

“Why, Hello darling,” he said charmingly. “H-How may i help you,” you were baffled, his suit and tie threw you off a bit. He didn’t seem like the type to be interested in the things you had for sale. “Indeed, I’m not, usually i’d send someone to do my shopping,” he said as though he’d read your thoughts. “I’m looking for a book, on interactions between humans and various other creatures, My names cowley by the way darling,” he stated with a smug smirk. “R-Right this way,” you said leading him to the section of books. “M-My name’s (y/n), if you need anything, I-I’ll be at the front desk, sorting books,” you stammered on as you walked back to your post. “Will do darling, will do…”

@yorha-medic (starter for you!)

Today was an interesting new mission for the battle unit. She was to be paired with a medic unit as the machine she was to find and fight was stronger than what has ever been seen and the mission was deemed very dangerous.

She approached the other android with a smile on her lips, seeing the adorable nurse/maid like outfit she was in. “Why hello there darling~ It seems we are partners for this mission. I’m 10B. Don’t worry your pretty little head about this new machine. I’ll slice him clean in half if he comes near you~” she greeted.


Angelica strides into Rita’s room, a sugary sweet smile on her red laced lips.

“Why hello darling! It’s time for your morning meds!” She raises her hands up in mock excitement and shimmies forward.

Beautiful Flower

The flowers in Neverland were so exquisite to look at, their beauty breathtaking and their scents mind blowing. Y/N loved just sitting in the fields of Neverland flowers, there was nothing like them in the entire world.

Y/N signed as she picked a breathtaking blue and purple flower. “How lovely,” she muttered to her self. Her slowly picked a petal off,“He loves me,” another petal,“He loves me not.” She continued this until there was no more petals. “He loves me not…” she lays back in the grass, flowers engulfing her,“Of course he wouldn’t love me, why would he?” She played with another flower, this one fiery red and blazing orange.

Peter watched quietly as Y/N lay in the tall grass quietly. He sighed sweetly. “If only she looked at me like she looks at those flowers,” he muttered, leaning against the tree he was hiding behind.

Peter watched as she just watched the blue shy and the fluffy clouds. He smiled and than slowly turned away, not even noticing the shadow creeping up on his love.

Before she knew it, Y/N was being pulled from the field, a hand over her mouth and someone covering her vision. She trashed and kicked, but whoever was holding her had a very tight grip. After a while, she could hear the ocean? The waves crashing onto the sand was heard. She knew she was close to the shore, but why?

She was thrown to the ground, her body hitting hard wood. She could see again too. She looked her eyes to see Captain Hook. She growled a little, knowing that Peter said he was dangerous. “Why hello darling,” he said too sweetly. Y/N tried to swing her fist at him, but realized she was tied up. She grunted and mumbled curses.

“What do you want?” She spit out, venom spilling from her voice. “Oh nothing really, just Pan.” She squinted her eyes at him,“I’m not Pan, so why am I here?” Hook laughed slowly, walking back and forth. “Oh, you’re the bait, little flower.” Than everything went dark.

The sun had already set, and she wasn’t back yet. She usually showed up by now, earlier even. Peter was getting worried, and even though he tried not to show it, it shined through. He waited a little longer before the worry and anger took over. “Damnit! Where is she?!” Felix slowly walked over, and calmly stated,“She’ll be fine, Peter. She probably just lost track of time. You know Y/N better than anyone, you know how much she admires the Neverland flowers. Heck, she takes care of them better than herself.” Felix tired to lighten the mood, knowing well of his friend’s love for the girl, though he dismissed the thought every time.

“No Felix, you don’t understand. She’s never this late, never. Not even for her ‘precious’ flowers.” Peter not knowingly mocks the pretty flowers. “She won’t leave, would she?” He all of a sudden thinks. Turning to Felix with fear in his eyes.

Felix’s eyes get big,“Of course she wouldn’t! Neverland is her home! She wouldn’t leave us, she had no reason. She’d never see the flowers again too.” Felix says mindlessly. “No, no, no, what if she did?!” Peter starts to panic, the other Lost Boys nearby decide its time to take their leave before Peter goes crazy.

It was just Peter and Felix now, standing by the fire. “Look.” Felix states while placing a hand on Peters’s shoulder. “She loves you, she would never leave. She loves Neverland, she loves us, why would she leave?” Pan just nods slowly. “You’re right, I’m thinking irrationally, she’s probably just fallen asleep in the flower fields, you know those Poppy’s can be quite dangerous.” Peter feels himself calm down, but deep down, he knows something’s not right. Either way, Felix bids Peter goodnight, and heads off to his hut. Peter stays up though. He waits, waits for her. She never came.

Y/N didn’t get a wink of sleep. The ship rocked back and forth the whole night, and the crew was up talking and drinking. She felt so weak, so tired. Peter never came so she assumed that he didn’t care, or didn’t know.

“Where’s the damn boy at?!” Hook asks while bursting into the room. Y/N shrugs, not knowing her self. “I told you, he’s not coming.” Y/N spit while looking down, tears stinging her eyes. “Where’s the faith in me, love?” Hook and Y/N’s head snapped in the direction of Pan’s voice.

There stood the boy himself, all in his handsome glory. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you?” He asks while he crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow, Hook pulls out his sword. “Peter Pan, never fails.” With that he uses his magic to blast Hook back, and quickly snaps his fingers to untie Y/N.

“Come on!” He calls. But before they can leave, Hook grabs the girl. Bringing her sword up to her neck he threatens,“Not one more step, or the girl gets it.” Y/N whimpers. “Just l-leave m-me h-here Pa-an.” Tears start to fall down her face.

Peter ignores her request and looks at Hook, his shoulders slump. “What do you want?” Hook smirks, knowing he has Pan at his weakest. “Give me Neverland and the girl won’t die.” Pan has a look of pain flash his face. His island? Or his girl?

“Just go!” Y/N fired softly. She wouldn’t let Peter give up his island for her, not in a million years. “Times a ticking’,” Hook says impatiently. Pan looks at the ground and mumbles his response.

“What was that, Pan?” Hook asks mockingly. “No, Peter, don’t do it!” Peter looks up, he looks Y/N in the eyes and says,“Take my island. Give me my girl.” Hook laughs evilly and says,“Shake on it, give me your word.” Peter gulps and slowly reaches his hand out. Hook lets one arm fall from Y/N and with that Peter immediately uses his magic to knock Hook away from Y/N for good.

He scoops Y/N up and flys away. “I’ll get you someday! I know your weakness now!” Hook yells from the ship, knowing he won’t make it in time to reach the young boy.

When the both make it back to camp safely, Y/N asks,“Why? You could’ve gotten killed and lost your island.” Pan looks at her with fire in his green eyes. “Because, I love you.” He pauses, pulling her closer. “Just like you love those silly flowers.” Y/N laughs and lays her head on his chest. “They’re pretty,” Peter hums in reply,“So are you.” She chuckles and says,“Well I feel like I have to care for them, because who’ll take care of them then?” Peter smiles softly. “You’re right. You take care of them, and I’ll take care of my own beautiful flower.” With that he kissed her with all the passion he had.