Anonymous request: Bill and his co-star are doing a “simulated” sex scene, they get aroused, are covered by blankets and decide to do it for real. *So this is pretty long! But if you read until the end, you will not be disappointed! Hope you all enjoy!*
Warnings: s m u t, nsfw, swearing, etc.
You cup a hand
over your right ear in an attempt to hear the person on the other line better,
but it’s of no real use. You’re going to have to leave this party to speak to
him. “Hold on a second Bill, I can’t hear you.” You inform the man on the other
end and snake your way through the mass of gyrating bodies to the outside
patio. When you can confirm that you’re actually alone, you continue talking.
“I need a ride
back to my trailer.” You bring the end of a menthol cigarette to your mouth,
The silence is
punctuated by an all too audible sigh out of Bill. “It’s fucking 2:47 in the
morning on the morning of our final scene together and you need a ride back to
your trailer? Where are you?”
You drop the
butt of the cigarette to the concrete floor beneath you and stamp the heel of
your buckled boot over it. “Got invited to a crew party about a half an hour
outside of the city.” You wait patiently for the expletive that inevitably
falls from his mouth.
“Fuck Y/N,” Bill hisses. “I’ll see you in forty five minutes.”
As someone who suffers from BPD, I can’t even begin to explain how our fear of abandonment differs severely than those w/o the disorder. This disease is shit. It’s hearing the slightest change in tone, seeing the most discreet change in posture, constantly and endlessly analyzing everyone to pick up on signs that indicate that they’re going to leave you. It’s replaying seemingly miniscule things in your head over and over and over that impact you so severely that it becomes a physical pain- oh, your friend is hanging out with someone else? Guess what, they hate you now, they’ve already replaced you, you’re gone and forgotten about, just like that. Our fear of abandonment is rarely subsided. Our fear of abandonment is the only thing we know won’t leave us. Our fear of abandonment is crippling and toxic and it festers inside of us until we lash out in pure RAGE, driven by those formerly repressed emotions, and push the ones we want to stay away from us. We fear our own fear of abandonment. I am tired of being this way. I am tired of having this disorder.
I wrote this in an hour, so please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors.
The smell of alcohol was heavy on Thomas’s breath as he stumbled through the doorway of his and Alexander’s home drunkenly, his vision hazy. He slammed the door shut behind him, uncaring of the rather loud bang it made, the noise resonating through the house. He walked in as straight a line he could, which was rather crooked, due to his current state, and into Alexander’s office.
Alexander sat at his desk, hunched over his laptop and typing furiously, eyes shining with reflected light from the screen. The document that he was currently working on was nearly twenty pages long by now, each dark word on the digital paper having been written in rapid succession. This, of course, meant that Alexander had not left his at-home office in two days, as he was notorious for doing.
“Hey, Lex…” Thomas slurred, moving over to Alexander and resting his arms on top of the other man’s head, leaning over him. “Wanna come to bed? I’ll make it worth your while…”
“Hi, Thomas.” Alexander replied, not particularly caring about his boyfriend’s drunken state. “I have to work on this, I can’t come to bed. Maybe later? I have to have this done by next week, and I really don’t want to procrastinate on it.”
“You never procrastinate, Lex, you’re you,” Thomas said, leaning down to whisper in the other man’s ear. “If you come to bed, I can make you feel good, Lex. Really good… Come to bed, Lex…”
“No,” Alexander responded, not willing to put up with Thomas’s antics at this hour. “I have to work, and you know that. Go to bed without me. I need to do this.”
“Work, work, work, all you care about is work. Work can wait. You’re already so far along, why can’t you just come to bed, Le-”
“Thomas, no! I’m not going to come to bed, I’m not going to have sex with you, and I am not going to stop working! You need to understand that I have important things to take care of!” Alexander interjected, frustrated, and pulled his gaze away from the computer.
“So, I’m not important? Is that what you’re saying? You care more about your fucking work than you do about me? Huh?”
“Thomas…That’s- that’s not what I meant…” Alexander stuttered, attempting to clear up any misunderstandings caused by his poorly-chosen words.
“Then why’d you say it like it was?”
“Thomas, I just have more pressing issues than going to bed with you right now, it’s not personal, it’s just-”
“It’s just that you care so fucking much about your work. So much that you just forget about your boyfriend. That’s fine. Fucking great, even. I’ll just find someone else to share my bed with, then. I don’t need you.” He declared, turning around and leaving the room quickly, footsteps heavy against the wooden floor.
“Thomas, wait!” Alexander said hurriedly, realizing his mistake. “I didn’t mean-” He tried to explain, but was cut off by the front door slamming shut loudly. Alexander raced over to the door, and nearly collapsed as he watched Thomas step into a cab and be driven off, too late for Alexander to stop him.
He put his face in his hands and ran his fingers through his hair regretfully. He really fucked up this time, didn’t he? He could feel wet tears begin to trail down his face as the weight of the situation fully dawned on him. He had essentially told Thomas that he didn’t care about him, that some stupid report was more important than the man he loved… Yes, he really had fucked up.
Alexander drove up into the driveway nervously, looking up at the home he and Thomas shared amidst the pandemonium of the city. He parked the car, taking in a deep breath as he did so. He could do this. He could walk inside their home and beg for forgiveness. Thomas hadn’t come back home the previous night, and he’d been in meetings all day in a separate building, so Alexander was unable to try and speak with him. Then, to top it all off, Alexander had been forced to stay an extra three hours longer because of some new case that was barely worth the effort.
Stepping out of the car, he ascended the few stairs to their front door and closed his eyes, breathing slowly and opened the again, bringing his key up to unlock the door. When he reached for the doorknob, however, the door creaked open on its own, already unlocked and ajar. Alexander cautiously stepped over the threshold, shoving his keys back into his pocket.
He gently closed the door behind him, careful not to slam it, unlike Thomas had been the night before. He felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he remembered the harsh slam of the wooden door last night as Thomas stormed out when Alexander had told him…had told him that…that he…That wasn’t important at the moment. What was important was finding Thomas and apologizing. It didn’t matter if Alexander had to beg on his hands and knees.
Soft laughter sounded from their bedroom and Alexander lifted his head at the noise. Thomas must be in there, he thought, and headed towards the room. Pushing open the door, he felt his heart skip a beat as he took in the sight before him.
Thomas laid in bed next to his closest friend, James Madison, who was evidently more than Thomas’s close friend- at least, now he was. They were both fully undressed, laying in eachother’s arms beneath a thin blanket. The room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and Alexander nearly screamed as his mind processed the what he was seeing.
“Oh, Alexander!” Thomas noted boredly, as if it was a simple fact and not his boyfriend catching him cheating. “You’re home. I warned you, didn’t I?”
Alexander felt a tear trail down his face, still in shock. “Thomas, y-you-”
“I what?” Thomas asked condescendingly, cutting Alexander off. “I had amazing, mind-blowing sex with James? I had sex with someone else in our bed? I don’t really give a fuck if you’re crying or not? I’m just following up on my promise from last night? Because the answer to all of those is a definite yes, Alexander. I told you that I’d find someone else to share my bed with, so I did.”
“Thomas, what’s going on?” James asked, slowly emerging from the depths of sleep. “Why are you shouting?”
“Nothing, Jemmy, it’s nothi-”
“It’s not nothing!” Alexander interjected, eyes wet with tears. “You’re cheating on me, and you’re acting like it’s nothing! I trusted you, and I wanted to make things right, but apparently you don’t want to…”
“Why is Alexander here?” James asked, gaze switching between Thomas and Alexander as he sat up, pulling away from the other man. “You told me that you two had broken up, Thomas!”
“Then I guess he lied to you! We didn’t break up, and I get to come home to see my boyfriend cheating on me!” Alexander half-sobbed, half-shouted, not making any effort to hide his emotions.
“Thomas, you fucking bastard!” James yelled, leaving the bed as quickly as possible and pulling his boxers on. “You knew I wanted you, you fucking knew, and then you go and tell me that you and Alex broke up so that you can what? Cheat on your boyfriend with me? Get revenge for something miniscule? You fucking disgust me, Thomas. I’m leaving.” He said, pulling on his pants and grabbing his shirt, heading for the door and stopping as he looked at Alexander in front of him, sobbing heavily. “Alexander…I’m so sorry…” He muttered before leaving the room, and soon enough, the house.
Alexander stared at Thomas through blurry eyes, his cheeks stained with tears. The taller man lay in the bed, naked save for a sheet covering his waist and everything below it.“Thomas…” Alexander spoke softly, wrapping his arms around himself. “How could you do this to me?”
Thomas let his gaze fall on Alexander, focusing on him. “We had a fight. And it looks like I won, Alex.” He stated plainly, sitting up and resting his back against the headboard.
“Is this actually about that stupid fight, Thomas? I-I was going to make it up to you, was going to apologize and beg for you to talk to me again, even if it was just to tell me to go away. I couldn’t sleep last night, I was so upset at what you would say to me. Couldn’t imagine a life where you really despised me for what I did. Well, I could, but I didn’t want it, Thomas. Not ever.”
“Alexander, you said-”
“I hadn’t slept in three days! And you had been gone all day, I missed you, and I wasn’t thinking straight, and I was lashing out at you, and I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”
“I…I had no idea, Alex, I-”
“But I guess you aren’t, huh? You didn’t stay awake all of last night terrified that the your boyfriend would never love you again. I did that. You were off fucking James Madison. Why? Because you were mad?”
“Yes, Alex, but-”
“But nothing! You didn’t have a good reason for it then, and you sure as hell don’t have a good reason for it now! I’m leaving, Thomas. I’ll be back for my stuff later. Goodbye.”
“No, Alex, wait!” Thomas shouted, nearly jumping off the bed and grabbing onto Alexander’s wrist tightly. “Please, don’t leave me…I fucked up, I know I did, but please, Alex, I need you…” He begged, staring up at Alexander with wide, fearful eyes.
Alexander yanked his hand away from Thomas’s own, and stepped back, staring at Thomas with a look that could not be mistaken for anything other than pure spite as he spat, “You didn’t need me earlier. It looked more like you needed James.”
And with a pivot and a slamming of the door, Alexander was gone.
And Thomas was alone.
He would remain that way for quite some time, his only company being the sobs that echoed through the room.
Warnings: Language, A/B/O dynamics, MATURE CONTENT, sexual situations, +18
Summary: Due to the premature death of the King of your clan, his son, the alpha James Barnes, must assume his destiny and lead his people. As the tradition commands, he must choose some worthy omegas to make their his wives and with which he will ensure the subsistence of your clan. All the omega women are obliged to appear before their king, including you. Luckily for you, you would never be chosen… right?
Your skin sizzles, your blood boils and all your senses are awake and kicking to life. Each and every one of them are now focused on the man who is by your side. Through the fog that is your mind you discover yourself leaning on his warmth, your hands roaming freely by his powerful forearms and your skin burning because of his mere existence.
Vaguely you realize that you have entered in your heat. And not in chill way.
Pairing: Yoongi x
Genre: hybrid!au, fluff (later), smut (later later)
Warnings: none in particular
Notes: This one is a lot shorter, but as I said originally this whole thing
was meant to be one massive oneshot/two-shot, and I’m just splitting up the
segments and publishing them separately so it’s not a massive rushed mess. ❤
After your grandmother
passed she left everything to you. Her house, her fortune, and apparently… her
cat? The grumpy male hybrid you encounter at her house is anything but the tame
housecat you’d expected to find. Fulfilling your grandmother’s last request to
look after him becomes a lot harder when he seems to be avoiding you, and your
dissatisfied relatives start stirring up trouble.
was so good jshdj i was wondering if you’ll make a chapter 2
guy you slept with is your new lecturer? Ok. This shouldn’t be awkward. At all.
Pairing: Jimin x
Count: 7814 (WHOOPS)
Note: HO BOI IT’S FINALLY DONE. I am so so sorry for the wait, and that I haven’t
been putting out fics as fast as I used to, but I’ve spent ages on this one and
I am drained lmao. And what makes this even more special, ‘Coincidence Pt. 1’ surpassed 500 notes! I’m so happy that many of
you enjoyed my story and thankful to everyone who read it! So without further
ado, here is the (long ass) sequel for Coincidence. As always, let me know if there are errors, and happy reading!
Title: Your Place Is With Me Requested? Yes. Plot: You are king Ecbert’s bastard daughter, and looked down apon from others, especially your father. When Ragnar and Ivar are captured, you two take a liking in each other. He promises to come back for you. Warnings: None. Word count: 1477
Once again, you were forced to sweep the floors as you watched king Ecbert talk strategy to his son Aethelwulf. And you were forced to be on the side, to clean the house and take care of children. And oh the dirt and betrayal you have seen in that kingdom, most of it coming from the king himself, sleeping with every woman he lays his eyes on, including his sons own wife. It made you sick to watch just how many things he was getting away with. But there was one thing you would rather say out in the open, more than everything else. That would be the fact that you have the right to be at that table talking strategy as much as your brother. Yes, Aethelwulf is your brother, but only by father. You are better known to the king and his family as the bastard daughter. Bastard, it just rolled off their tongues like it was nothing, probably not even leaving the bitter taste in their mouth as it leaves in yours.
Your mother passed away at childbirth, but one of her friends made sure you knew who you were. So that one day you will be able to fight for it and take what’s rightfully yours. Needless to say, no member of the royal family thought you would do that, and in this moment, you were a little down on your luck, the highlight of your day being telling off Judith when she thinks she can boss you around. She would tell you that you didn’t clean a miniscule spot on the floor and that it was as if you had crucified the Son of God. “It would seem to me that you would know a lot more about cleaning you father-in-law’s bed than the floor princess.” You would say, jokingly bowing to her, and she would always get that look of rage, mixed with embarrassment and storm off to where she was going to in the first place. And it was the most fun ever for you. And when you were not doing housework, you were reading books about God you would steal from Ecbert’s library, but also about Gods, the pagan ones, as you were interested into knowing who these people were, what they believed in and why people were so afraid of them.
You had never seen them in person, often being locked away by your mother’s friend when they came to visit, so you wouldn’t get any ideas, but one time she failed to restrain you. it was when they captured king Ragnar and his son Ivar the Boneless after they came back to check on their settlement. Ragnar knew it was his time to die and Ecbert and him spent some time together, sharing thoughts and ideas about death. But your mind was somewhere else, your mind was on Ivar. You followed the guards and found out in what cell they were keeping him. The first time you just stared at him and once he looked up at you, you ran away to your room. But for some reason all your dreams were filled with his face. And you went back, hiding in the shadows, just to observe what he was doing. “You don’t have to be afraid of me, you know? I can’t hurt you, locked in here, and to me true, I don’t want to.” You were startled at how he knew you were there, but you decided to show yourself.
His eyes trailed up and down your body, noticing every dirty spot, and of course, he presumed you were a slave of some sort. “I am not a slave, if you must know… I am king Ecberts daughter.” You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to tell someone the truth or you were going to burst. And he was not going to tell anyone important, your ‘father’ is going to have him killed for sure. He tilted his head in amusement, but frowned in confusion. Than you said that word, that same bitter taste lingering in your mouth. He raised his eyebrows, and nodded his head, as you did have quite the predicament here, being a princess by blood, but being stripped of all of your rights. You didn’t think he understood, as he was known as prince Ivar, so it was not his battle to fight, however you two began talking about your lives and soon you were down in the dungeons with him more than anywhere else in the house.
One time you decided to try something. He looked confused at first, seeing all the black and white squares, but you knew he was smart enough to learn how to play chess. You used to play it a lot with your mother’s friend and she taught you all thricks there were, so you knew there was no chance he would beat you. You began playing and you were explaining the rules on the way. “Hah, I win again! It is an interesting game, but it gets a little boring after a while.” How was this possible? You knew all the angles and tactics and he still amanged to beat you three times in a row. You told him he was just lucky, and that it had nothing to do with his actual ability to play chess. He laughed and looked at you with a look that had ‘are you sure about that’ plastered all over it. But you still enjoyed his company and you would bring him food and water, keeping him alive and healthy. And he only accepted it from you, no one else. The guards thought he was being stubborn, but he knew you were the only person he could ever trust in this place. As Ragnar was murdered by king Ælle, Ecbert let Ivar go back to Kattegat. You had told Ivar every trick about the castle and how it would be the best way to conquer it, but to your shock, he stopped you mid sentance.
“You can tell me the rest later, but before that I want to do something.” He said and leaned in, so did you, and your lips connected. You both felt butterflies in your stomach, but you brushed it off, saying you knew you wouldn’t be able to be together all along. He promises he will come back for you and that you will see that what you two have is a true love story. “I know where my place is Ivar.” You said before he was taken to the boat that was going to take him back home, leaving him confused, with something else to think about, other than the revenge plot for his father. And after gathering his great heathen army, he came back, with his brothers to avenge their father. But he didn’t forget about you. Once you saw him crawl into your bedroom, you just stood there, staring at him, a mix of joy and shock written all over your face. Was he going to kill you as well, considering you share blood with the man who handed his father to be killed? But your shock turned into another ounce of pure joy as he smiled at you, saying how he told you he was coming back for you. You rushed over to him and kissed him, with more passon than ever before.
“I thought about it for so long, but now I think I get it.” He said, confusing you in the process, so you asked him what he was talking about. His brothers and his army were getting ready to leave, and he grabbed a few things from your wardrobe and threw them into a sac, flinging it out to one of his fellow vikings, gesturing to you with his finger. The viking nodded and continued walking. You called his name and asked him what was going on. “You told me you know where your place is. Well now I know too. Your place is with me.” His words cut through you and were hot enough to unfreeze your heart, scared of finding love, and you once again planted a kiss on his lips. You were ready to go with him, to the end of the world if you had to. “There is my girl, no longer a bastard princess, but my viking queen.” Ivar stated as he saw you smirk. He knew you were never meant to be in a castle, people tending to your every need,and all you needed to worry about was if you were going to be seen in the same dress twice. He knew you craved the fight, the rush it gives you, knowing you are actually doing something to help, and not sitting helplessly, hoping the enemy doesn’t come to kill you. And that’s exactly what he loved the most about you.
I really hope you like it, and if you need and more I’m right here :D Our imagines store is open 24/7 come by any time and request.
You are so beautiful.
And you are hurting
And the world is alight
And you want to curl it in your fists
And smash the sun to the farther side of the universe
But you are minute
And you’re trying to grasp the globe
In your tiny palms
And it’s slipping away
And you want to sob
Because you thought
You could hold the light in your hands
And throw it inside your mouth
To scare away the darkness
Once and for all.
But you are too fragile
And the world too harsh
And you fear that this much want
Will dim you out forever.
Request for some good old breeding with a Xenomorph and an afab (assigned female at birth) reader!
your shotgun at the ready as you sneak around in the hallways of the giant
starship, knowing that the Xenomorph is somewhere out there. The hallways are
long and narrow, not to mention partially shrouded in darkness, making it so
much harder to scout ahead.
little noise gets to you – the metal fans whirring, the occasional thump of a
piece of machinery, even your own footsteps and your own heavy breathing.
been sneaking around for long before a tingling sensation at the base of your
neck urges you to whip around, shotgun held high.
The majority of Elsewhere U. students really interest me. Those who live in a liminal space and refuse to see anything out of the ordinary.
This is my first time writing in second-person POV (it happened on accident) and I hope you like it.
It started dully enough. Someone had written ‘Hello’ in the bathroom (in fancy curly purple script, so extra). Juvenile, but it was the single-stall Everyone bathroom in the second sub-basement of the library, so you were willing to write it off as a bored freshman or something. And maybe you were a little bored yourself. Or lonely. Because you replied. You bought a green Sharpie specifically to respond to the purple word on the light orange paint. ‘Hey. W/ u studying?’
You went to check the little-used bathroom a few days later. 'Humans’ was written in beautiful purple handwriting under your green message. 'Psych major, cool. I’m eng-his double major’ You hoped the janitors wouldn’t clean off or paint over this little conversation. It was a little like having a pen pal. A couple days later you had another reply in purple swirls.
'Would you do something for me?’ The request was weird, but so were college kids; and you could always just not do it, you didn’t know who you were talking with, and were pretty sure you weren’t being followed. Like 75% sure. 70% sure. 'W/ u need?’ 'Bells NOT silver candy cream beads appreciation’ It took you a few seconds to understand that the beautiful words written at all angles on the wall were a list. (Seriously? Upside down?) It was a pretty cheap request, aside from 'appreciation’, but most college kids lived off dark humor, so you didn’t pay it much mind. Maybe they were doing a psych-sociology experiment; you didn’t want to screw up their data.
You got some cheap gold-painted aluminum jingle bells, thread, and a package of plastic beads at the craft store. They were the same kind of cheap beads a lot of the art majors wore on necklaces, so you figured that’s what your pen pal wanted. At the grocery store you added a box of unflavored single coffee creamers and a bunch of candy, including caramel with creme centers (you couldn’t tell if 'cream’ and 'candy’ were meant to be combined on the bathroom wall or not). You brought it to the single stall bathroom in the second sub-basement of the library and left the bag in the corner. You threw out the receipts, thought a second, then tore out a piece of paper from your notebook and grabbed your green marker. 'I appreciate you :)’ You wrote, messily folding the paper into a crane, the only origami you know, and leaving it on top.
You went back to your dorm, finding a small pile of pretty-looking junk on a huge leaf on your pillow. Your roommate wasn’t there. Must be a weird prank or some new internet challenge or something. You sorted through the odds and ends. Pretty rocks, tiny animals carved from wood, marbles, pieces of broken safety glass cracked through with green-blue and so fragile that some crumbled off the sides when you picked them up (you cleaned the miniscule slivers of broken glass off your pillow with some duct tape)… Eventually you found a little purple origami turtle. You opened it to find writing inside.
'Your assistance is appreciated*’ There was no other asterisk anywhere else on the paper, so it must have been a stylistic choice, not a grammatical one. You put it out of your mind and carefully refolded the turtle and set everything on your desk to deal with later. Maybe you’d give it to an art student, they always seemed to have little trinkets like that. Or trade, the student body really liked trading, or maybe most colleges full of poor college kids were like that.
In the week before midterms you suddenly awoke one night. You almost groaned and rolled over to preserve what sleep you could, but when you grabbed your blanket your hand landed on paper. You squinted at the post-it in the dim light, making out swirly fancy handwriting. Across the room, your roommate was asleep. Whatever. You stuck it to your phone and went back to sleep.
You read the post-it the next morning. ‘*I can help’
“What does that mean?” You asked your roommate, slightly accusingly. He frowned at the note. “You should probably leave this alone.” He tells you seriously. “Then why did it you stick it to me last night?” “What? No I didn’t. My handwriting looks nothing like that.” He had a point. “Are you having a friend write the notes? Is a friend of yours messing with me by way of you?” “No, I have no idea what that’s about. But if I were you, I’d steer clear of it. And make sure you have iron, salt, and cream on you.” Pippin was a theatre major, so he may be lying, but if he wasn’t lying his superstitions were true to his nature. The only group that could rival theatre majors for superstitions were D&D players.
You frowned at the post-it, debating what to do. You decided to stick it to the backside of the dorm door, adding your own post-it below in your green marker. ‘Help how?’ You didn’t think your roommate was the plagiarizing type, hopefully he only meant studying together because of how english, history, and theatre all came together.
You checked the back of the door after lunch to find a new post-it. ‘If you want to find out, come to the pool party tonight. I’ll find you.’ You debated. You knew you needed to study for midterms, but what if your roommate could help? What if he was trying (in a really weird roundabout way) to take your mind off midterms and get you to relax? You decided to go.
The pool party was more fun than you thought it’d be. You jumped in the deep end and swam around there early in the evening, before you could get drunk. They were playing good music, had more than just cheap beer in the coolers. You were genuinely having a good time. “Hey.” A smiling girl in a bikini put her arm around your shoulders. “You’re Green Marker, right?” “You’re Purple Marker?” You asked. She nodded. “How do you know Pippin?” “I know all the theatre majors in passing. And I know anyone down that deep in the library could use a hand come test time. What do you say?” “You’d help me study? Without plagiarizing?” “You’d have to provide me with something, too. Fair’s fair.” “What would you want?” “What are you willing to offer?” “More candy?” You tried. “To help you ace your midterms?” “Okay, um…”
You tried to think. People were always saying to never wager something you couldn’t bear to lose. What was something valuable enough to get studying help, but that you could bear to lose? You glanced around and realized you’d been slowly walking away from the party, into the darkness. “I’ll give you…” She wanted appreciation. “I’ll give you my friendship. How’s that?” “Wonderful.” She sighed, her eyes gleaming in the moonlight.
Cassian staggered back to our table, clapping Mor on the
shoulder as he sank into a chair. I barely registered his return, my attention
fixed wholly on the female at the bar. Her hair fell to the middle of her back
in loose golden waves, shimmering in the light pouring over the dance floor.
“Getting pawed at by so many females tires me out pretty
quick.” He swiped a sweaty curl off his forehead and took a long drink. Mor
scoffed, throwing her hair over a shoulder and rising to her feet.
“And how many did you get to agree to come home with you?”
Cass grumbled something under his breath and sank down further in his seat. Mor
smirked and patted Cassian’s shoulder sympathetically.
I tracked the female’s movements as she wound back through
the crowd, clearly searching for someone. She smiled a bit when she spotted
whoever it was, and I lost sight of her as the crowd swallowed her up. I
blinked back to reality as Mor slammed her drink to the table.
“Yet again, the female must teach the male how it’s done.”
She winked at me before turning on a stiletto heel, marching out onto the dance
floor. The crowd parted around her as if she was a force of nature, splitting in
half as she strutted towards her intended target. Somewhere along the way, one
poor fellow made the mistake of taking her short red dress as an invitation and
decided it was a good idea to slap her bum.
And that idiot was my least favorite idiot: Tamlin.
“Ohh,” Cassian crooned, lifting his beer to his lips once
more. “This oughtta be good.”
Even from across the dance floor, I felt the air temperature
drop ten degrees as Mor shot him an icy glare. Tamlin only laughed, placing the
offending hand back on his female’s hip. She was completely oblivious to what
had happened, having had her backside pressed firmly against his front. Her
thin arm reached back to tangle in his hair, and he dipped his head to latch
his lips to her neck. Her head turned towards me, and my heart stuttered.
It was the female from the bar.
Before I could react, Mor politely tapped Tamlin’s shoulder.
He turned, baring his teeth and snarling at her to leave. She didn’t, instead
smiling sweetly at the female, who had detached herself from the creep long
enough to see what all the fuss was about.
I couldn’t read her lips as Mor spoke to her, but I imagine
it was something to the effect of ‘FYI, your creepy jerk of a boyfriend just
smacked my ass. Thought you might want to know.’ A horrified look crossed the
female’s soft face, and she backed away a step. Tamlin’s hand shot out,
grabbing her wrist and keeping her rooted to the spot. She tried to struggle
out of his grip, and I took that as my cue.
I winnowed in front of them in less time than it took him to
blink. My smile dripped venom as I looked at him, allowing my power to slip its
leash a bit and curl around my fingers.
“I believe the lady would like to leave,” I purred, glancing
at the wrist he still gripped tight. He scoffed at me and jerked his head
“Should’ve known that your cousin wouldn’t have been here
without you,” he taunted, and yanked the girl back to his chest. “Feyre can make
her own decisions, can’t you baby?”
She nodded weakly, but her eyes were locked on mine. They
were wide and pleading, begging for a savior. Something within me surged up in
response, causing my breath to catch in my throat. I felt it then- a mating
Feyre was my mate.
I felt it click, and I
reached out with my power to caress her mind, trying to see if she’d felt it
too. I blinked back my shock as I was met with a wall of solid iron, solidly
encasing her mind. Never before had someone been able to block me out so
I struggled to keep my cool as Tamlin continued to let his
hands roam her fragile body, every fiber in my body screaming to rip him away
from her. But I couldn’t do that, I couldn’t let him know what she was to me.
“Let her go, Tamlin,” I growled, black shadowy wisps
solidifying into form beside me, revealing Azriel. Within moments, Cassian
flanked my other side, and Tamlin had the three most powerful Illyrian warriors
in history staring him down. The crowd around us had dispersed when they
realized who was among them: the High Lord of the Night, his third, and his
I grinned ferally, spreading my arms wide in a challenge.
Wisely, Tamlin released Feyre’s wrist. “Fine,” he spat, backing up. “I know
when I’m outnumbered, even if it’s in my own court. But you better watch your
damned back, Rhysand. Your lackeys won’t always be there to protect you.”
I cocked my head to the side, a predator assessing prey. “Is
that a threat?”
He only shook his head disgustedly and walked out of the
club. I stared after him a few moments longer to ensure he wasn’t coming back. I
sighed inwardly, reeling back my power and nodding to my brothers. They slunk
back to our table, steps soundless in the now silent room. Mor followed, her
heels clacking on the wood floor.
Feyre glanced up at me, obviously terrified. “Thank you,”
she squeaked, taking a miniscule step backwards. “I should really get going…”
“Where, back to his manor?” I jerked my chin toward the door
the Lord had exited. She nodded, staring at her feet and tugging at the hem of
her dress. Skin-tight and sweaty, it stuck to her skin and left nothing to the
“Come with me,” I said, softening my voice and holding out a
hand. She bit her lip, shaking her head. It broke my heart to see how scared
she was of me. “I only want to give you my coat. It’s cold out there, and I’m
assuming you can’t winnow, so it might be a long walk.” I ducked my head to
meet her eyes, giving her a small smile.
“I won’t hurt you. I promise.” That seemed to be enough for
her, and she cautiously placed her hand in mine. The touch sent electricity
sparking through me, a shiver snaking down my spine. Feyre’s face became more
guarded, and she kept her distance.
I led her to the table, taking my suit coat from the back of
my chair and placing it over her slim shoulders. The bones stood out sharply; I
winced inwardly at the sight.
The High Lord of Spring was sapping the life from her. My
fingers grazed the skin of her collarbone and she shivered.
I voiced my thoughts without realizing. “What did he do to
Feyre cleared her throat, backing away and tugging the
jacket tighter around her. “Thank you, um, Rhysand, but I have to be going.” With
a slight shake of her head, she turned on her heel and hurried towards the
“Wait!” I called, taking a step towards her retreating
figure. It only served to quicken her pace, and I felt my face crumple.
Mor’s heels clacked behind me, and she reached out to
comfort me. “Rhys…”
“Not now.” The world turned as black as the hole in my soul
as I winnowed away.
protective bucky where his lady has to work w/ an ex for a mission and he. is. not. having. It.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
“Bucky, baby please. It’s just a mission. You KNOW nothing is going to happen, you know I’m completely dedicated to you.” Running my hand up and down his only flesh arm. He looks down at me, unease is present in his eyes.
“It’s not YOU, doll. I trust you. It’s him, I know he’s going to try something with you.”
The topic of this miniscule argument being, I have been chosen to go on a mission. Not with Bucky, no. But with my ex, and he is just not having it.
“Bucky, even if he did try something you don’t have anything to worry about, you know I am completely dedicated to you and ONLY you.” He rolls his eyes, putting his head in his hands.
“The fact that he would even TRY to hit on you, KNOWING you’re with me is insulting to me as a man.” I sigh.
“Bucky, I understand babe, really I do. But there’s nothing I can do about it, you know I don’t get to pick who my partner is.” Bucky stands up, growling and leaving the room.
I debate going after him, but I know there’s no point, I won’t get anywhere. He just needs some time. I just hope he’ll get over it and kiss me goodbye before I have to leave.
Standing by the quinjet, about ready to leave and I still haven’t seen Bucky. Getting frustrated, I step on the jet, not looking forward to Eric giving me shit about Bucky not showing up.
“Aw, what? Tin man didn’t show up?” I’m about to turn around and slap him, but I don’t get to.
“Were you just going to leave without saying goodbye?” I turn to look at Bucky. He’s grinning, he’s also dressed in his uniform. I run up to him and embrace him.
“Bucky!” He wraps me in his arms, lifting me up and kissing my head.
“W-what are you dressed in your uniform for?” I run my eyes up and down his incredibly sculpted body.
“Why, I’m going with you of course.” My eyes had to have looked like they were gonna bulge out of my eyes.
“Wait, really?” He smiles, nodding. “Oh thank God..” I whisper so only he can hear me. Bucky chuckles. Eric is sitting in the back of the jet, just watching us.
“Wait, so you’re coming too?” Bucky’s soft eyes harden when he looks towards him.
“Yeah, you got’a problem with that?”
“No, I think that’s a good thing, keep her from trying to jump my bones, ya know?”
This guy’s a fucking idiot. Bucky ‘murder strut’s’ towards him, and Eric backs up against the wall.
“Hey man, I was just kidding.” Bucky rolls his eyes.
“It’s a good thing I’m going with you. You wouldn’t stand a chance with this pussy around.” I can’t help but laugh. Ah man, this is going to be one hilarious trip, for sure.
A/N: This is just a little drabble, I thought it would be cute!