#hook x female!reader

[gublernatural]

obv 4 spoilers below!

your hand searched for sarah’s as soon as rafe appeared behind shoupe. a chill ran down your back, but you felt your heart jump in your chest. this dichotomy was a good way to sum up the relationship you had with him. a short lived moment in time filled with intense feelings for each other and immense hurt when it ended.

despite it all, despite the awful things he’d done to your friends, despite the nasty things you’d done to him, despite the fear you felt as he approached, despite it all, you were happy to see him.

sarah’s hand squeezed yours, an attempt to ground you, to focus you onto the scene unfolding in front of you.

rafe’s eyes flickered to you as he started his pitch. it was almost as if he was desperate as you and your friends were to get the hell out of here. his confidence faltered, only for a second. you watched as his attention shifted back to shoupe.

you tried to ignore the ringing sound in your ears as rafe tried to convince shoupe to let you all off the hook. you couldn’t hide the awe you felt as rafe gestured to the large boat behind him. you couldn’t believe how he’d thought this out, how he’d thought out saving you.

a sense of relief fell over everyone as shoupe gave up arguing, letting you go find groff for him. you trailed behind everyone else as they passed where rafe and shoupe were standing, heading to the tuna boat without looking back at either though.

you felt like you weren’t in control of your body as followed behind sarah, but stopping dead in your tracks in front of rafe. you moved quickly, snaking your arms around his waist and pulling his body as close to yours as physically possible. rafe gasped, shocked by the contact. he moved slow, afraid of scaring you away and taking this moment away from him.

his arms slid up your back, just as delicate as you remembered. you couldn’t help yourself from reminiscing. suddenly it was four years ago, and you were standing in the cameron’s living room, drunkenly slow dancing at a party. your breath caught in your throat as you felt rafe squeeze your body and rest his chin on your shoulder.

you stayed there, for just a second, enjoying your slow dance one last time.

you were the one to pull away, walking towards the tuna boat without a word.

[thereoncewasagirlnamedjane]

REQUIEM.

PAIRING — captain hook!bucky barnes x fairy f!reader

CONTENTS — one-shot; alternate universe—neverland; inspired by peter pan; fluff; angst; past character deaths.

SUMMARY — A fairy without her wings and a captain without his crew—two misfits manage to find each other in the cruel dark world that is Neverland.

WORD COUNT — 3.1k

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The forest is a cold and desolate place at night. During the day, when the sun is shining, Neverland is breathtaking. But that’s part of the trap, you see. 

And once you fall in, you can never leave. 

Peter Pan would never allow it. 

The boy who never grows up floats in the inky sky above you, unmoved by the fact that you’re alone in the forest this late at night, having been cast aside by your own kind. You would almost find him beautiful, flying amongst the stars, a trail of fairy dust trickling behind him, if you didn’t know him for who he really was. 

The only thing that saves you from his sinister motives is, despite your lack of wings, you are still a fairy. Tinker Bell made a pact with him all those centuries ago; she will help him take as many lost children as he wants—but her family, her species, is forever off limits. 

A part of you believes Pan really does love Tink in his own sick and twisted way. It’s why he’s kept his promise thus far, even as his glowing eyes find you on the forest floor. You think you see a flash of sympathy in Tink’s eyes as they fly overhead, and shame, red hot and suffocating, spreads through your veins like wildfire. 

You curl up into a ball in the grass, as small as you can, hoping it will provide some relief from the chill. Despite the painful memories, you remember home. It is never cold in the kingdom of fairies, only ever full of sunshine and blooming flowers. 

As is the norm with your kind, you were supposed to come of age at twenty years old, sprouting wings, finding a mate, and finally taking flight. Instead, you watched year after year as the people you thought were your friends left you behind, their colourful wings sparkling in the golden sunlight. 

You reached twenty-five and your wings are still nowhere to be seen. The taunting soon began; there hadn’t been a wingless fairy in existence in millennia. The children called you a freak, the adults shook their heads in shame. Some of them pitied you, most were disgusted by you. You turned to your parents, hoping they would still love you despite your differences.

You had been wrong.

Your mother, at the very least, tried not to let it show that she was ashamed of you. But perhaps that was worse, knowing that she was trying to love you in spite of it all but couldn’t quite manage it.

Late in the night, you decided to leave the only place you had ever known and loved. You took nothing with you.

Perhaps you would die in the forest, surrounded by plants and flowers, underneath the winking stars. You close your eyes, still shivering, thinking that perhaps it wasn’t the worst way to go.

There are fates so much worse, as you would soon discover.

He had woken you up maybe minutes, maybe hours, after you had fallen asleep. When you opened your eyes, it was still dark. By all logic, you shouldn’t have been able to see his cerulean gaze against the navy blue sky, but there he was.

A human loomed over you, unsmiling and silent. He crouched in the grass next to you, sending you scrambling away as fast as you could. It only took him two strides to reach you again, his palm open and faced up on the dirt right next to you.

When you didn’t move, he gingerly picked you up with two fingers, lifting you all the way to his face as you twisted and struggled. Your tiny little fists did absolutely nothing, no matter how hard you threw them against his skin.

With a yelp, you were unceremoniously tossed into the air before he caught you in his open palm. You couldn’t help the sigh of relief that escaped you.

Warmth. He was so warm.

You curled up on the rough calloused skin of his hand, unable to fight the lull of sleep until you woke up again in the morning. This time, you were aboard a ship, bobbing slightly with the gentle waves of the ocean.

The stranger had placed you upon a wooden table in what looked like the captain’s quarters, a handkerchief draped over you as a makeshift blanket. You could see him standing outside the doorway on the quarter deck, telescope stretched out in front of one eye, as he searched over the horizon.

It was only in the morning light that you realized he only had one good arm, that you realized who he was.

In the stories, they called him Captain Hook.

You had heard of him in tales of a villainous pirate that had reached your kingdom long ago. He was said to be cruel, even sadistic; you never thought you would ever meet him, or that he would take you in.

For the first few weeks, he downright refuses to speak to you. But the rules of decorum no longer apply here; after all, he is a pirate and you are no longer amongst the fairies. Unrelenting, you pester him with questions.

Why would he save you if he doesn’t want to be friends? You didn’t have any friends back at home… well, not anymore. You would like to know what true friendship looks like before you die.

How come he leaves the candle lit all night for you, even though it disturbs his sleep? Some nights, after some considerable effort, you blew out the flame just to see what would happen. He would calm, his tossing and turning would cease, as if he were more comfortable in the darkness. Hidden. Obscured. Safe.

Where was everyone else? Is a captain really a captain if he has no crew? There are signs that people have lived here. Markings on the walls, drawings on old bits of parchment hidden haphazardly between the pages of a book, clothes that are either too small or too large or too feminine for him, a hairbrush with long strands of red hair tangled in the bristles.

Unable to fly, you could not venture far from the captain’s cabin. That is, unless you grabbed onto his sleeve as he passed by. He tutted at you in disapproval once he felt your weight on his shoulder, but he silently allowed you to sit there for as long as you liked.

Sometimes you would sing to yourself, old songs your mother used to sing that used to bring you comfort. Sometimes you watched the sun set over the horizon. But today, you played with the chain of a necklace that rested around his neck, hidden underneath the collar of his loose-fitting shirt, tugging at it out of curiosity.

The shift in movement revealed a set of tags with names on them. Steve, Sam, Sharon, Joaquin, Tony, Natasha… but was is the last one that has you reeling in shock, dropping the chain as if it burned your palms.

Peter.

Peter? 

Peter Pan?

The nameless captain reached up to grab you off his shoulder and marched back to his cabin to practically toss you down onto the wooden table. You tumbled out of his grasp, surprised and breathless at his sudden harsh treatment. Your heart plummeted to your stomach when he took out a glass jar and placed it upside down on top of you, rendering you trapped.

You cried for hours until he finally set you free, something akin to shame and guilt in his eyes.

When you didn’t forgive him for days, because he hadn’t even so much as asked for your forgiveness, he took you out of the ship for the first time, out onto the beach where the ship was docked. He placed you gently onto the warm sand, and your anger was washed away with each lick of the waves. You rolled around in the sand, shrieking with laughter as you ran and frolicked, squealed with glee as the water lapped at your feet.

You had never been to the ocean before, you told him. Again, he didn’t speak as he picked up a pretty pink shell and handed it to you. You held it above your head on shaky arms in what you hoped was a display of strength, and you swore you saw the smallest hints of a smile in his chiseled features. You ran around with it held above you, waving it back and forth and relishing at how the air suddenly cooled when you were underneath it.

When he finally took you back to the ship after you grew tired, you insisted he bring the shell with you. You laid down next to it, smiling at the way it sparkled and shone, at how you could still hear the sounds of the ocean as you fell asleep beside it.

You finally found the courage to ask one day. Why did Peter Pan hate him so much, enough to spread such wicked lies about him? He still didn’t answer you, but he didn’t get angry this time. Instead, he looked at you with such sad eyes, you decided not to ask anymore.

His pain was now your own. You lay your head on the fingers of his flesh hand as he grasped the railing, closing your eyes when you felt his knuckle-white grip loosen.

How did he lose his arm? Another touchy subject, but you’d always been a curious little bird. He didn’t seem to mind your questions anymore, but he still did not answer.

It was alright, you told yourself. You’d speak for the both of you. He moved to take his false arm, the one with a hook for a hand, away from you. But you leapt onto it, wrapping your arms around it as best as you can. Your arms didn’t even reach halfway around him, but he gazed down at you in what you believed was shock. You fell asleep there that night, waking up to the sight of his face in front of you, having fallen asleep at the table himself, evidently not wanting to wake you.

Who was Steve? You’d heard the name sometimes in his sleep. It was one of the names on his necklace. It was the name signed onto the drawings that litter the ship. Drawings of flowers, trees, the sunset, the ocean. Drawings of what Neverland could be. And of him, of your captain.

What was his name? It was this question that finally allowed you to hear his voice. As you gazed at him, instead of the evil, instead of the sin you had always heard about in those tales about him, you saw only yourself in his steely blue eyes. You saw your own loneliness and longing reflected back at you, and you knew for certain right then that the tales were untrue.

You never hoped to leave the ship.

You had nowhere else to go, after all.

But the real reason you stayed was because there was warmth there, a kind of warmth you’d never felt, even before you were an outcast.

You prayed you’d never have to.

“James,” he finally answered. His voice melted into your skin, seeped into your veins, and traveled straight to your heart.

Magic eluded you for years. You thought it had forsaken you. You thought it had deemed you unworthy. Turned out, magic came to you in the form of a lonely captain on a deserted ship, himself nothing but a lost soul that Peter Pan could not—or would not—touch.

They called him Captain Hook.

You would only ever call him James.

James would never tell you that finding you on that forest floor was what saved his life. He would later learn what you were, but even without fairy wings you remained the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in Neverland.

For a moment, he thought he had been hallucinating. There was no way a cursed being like him would find a solace like you after centuries of sorrow. It must be a trick. He must have finally lost his mind from grief. You could not be real.

But then you opened your eyes and the rest was history. James knew he needed to protect you then. Although, if he were really being honest with himself, he wasn’t doing it solely for you. The last time he had allowed to care, to love, Pan had taken everything from him. But you were off limits. The boy who never grows up was not allowed to touch you, not unless he wanted to hurt the only person who’d been loyal to him for as long as she had.

It’d been a very long time, and Pan is no longer the Peter that James remembered and loved, but there were still pieces of Peter in there somewhere—the traces of a boy who loved just as fiercely as he desperately wanted to be loved in return. It was why no matter how hard he tried, James could not bring himself to end the tyranny. Because to kill Peter Pan would be to kill the boy he used to be.

It would mean killing Peter Parker, the very last of James’ crew.

And if James had walked away from you that night, then he could bid what remained of the already shattered remnants of his soul goodbye. You were such a tiny little thing, but somehow you already took up more room in his life than anything else had in years.

“Why did you save me if you didn’t want to be friends?” You asked him one day, sitting at the table in his cabin, tiny legs dangling off the edge. You kicked them underneath you innocently, eyes hopeful as you asked the question.

He did want to be friends, but he didn’t remember how.

He didn’t want to be friends, because his heart longed for something more.

“How come you leave the candle lit all night for me, even though it disturbs your sleep?” He thought you might have been cold, but honestly this wasn’t just because of you. He left a candle lit at night even before you ever came along, as sleep had been the one to disturb him. Most nights, it eluded him. But on the rare occasions it did come, it was almost never peaceful.

And perhaps it was his way of atoning, of trying to guide other lost souls away from the darkness.

“Where is everyone else?” They are all dead… except one. Rage flooded into him when you found the tags with the forbidden names engraved on them. It had been a very long time since he’d had to share space with another living being, and sometimes he forgot how delicate you were.

His anger lashed out then and he cruelly trapped you underneath a jar, hating himself for it when he heard your crying and sobbing into the night. Your little hands bang—tinkle—against the glass, begging him to let you out.

You withdrew from him after that.

He wanted to say sorry. He wanted to tell you he’d never do it again. He wanted to promise to cut off his other hand if you didn’t believe him.

He didn’t know how. He couldn’t find the words important enough.

So, he took you to the beach, watched as you played and jumped and leapt. The happiness that radiated from you when he gifted you a tiny pink seashell is debilitating. The water splashed at your feet, and when you looked up at him, smiling, it took everything for him not to weep.

When was the last time he found joy—pure unadulterated joy—in Neverland?

He found it in your eyes then. He silently vowed to do everything to keep it there.

“Why does Peter Pan hate you so much?” Hate was perhaps not the right word, because Pan had never taken the chance to kill him either even though he’d had plenty of opportunities.

But Peter was drunk on power and fairy dust, allowed it to turn him into the tyrant he was today, luring the lost and terrified spirits of children under his spell in a misguided and twisted attempt to build some kind of family.

He might sympathize with Pan, if it hadn’t turned him into a bully. And he never liked bullies; neither did the rest of his crew. They fought alongside him, determined to free Neverland and return it to the utopia it once was. They did not succeed.

“How did you lose your arm?” The stories told that it was bitten off by an alligator. But in reality, he’d given it up. Peter wanted to know how badly he wanted his friends back.

I can return them to you, but you can’t have something for nothing.

He should have known better than to make a deal with the devil; he never does give you what you wish for.

I never said I would give them back alive.

“Who is Steve? I hear you say his name sometimes.” This was the name that always hit him hardest. It belonged to his first mate, his best friend, his brother in arms. He was half-surprised when he had to blink away tears, astonished that the grief he had grown so comfortable with still had the power to bring him down under again.

Tiny, stubborn, and hot-headed Steven, who always chose to do the right thing, no matter how hard it would be.

He remembered cradling Steve’s small body in his arms, burying him under the sand along with the rest of his friends. He had kissed them all goodbye, clutching at their limp hands as his lips caressed their foreheads before he walked away, but he would leave a part of his soul with each of them.

“What is your name?” He looked at you then, and centuries of ache compelled him to tell you. It was a gift, one’s own name, and to share it with another person was sacred. It was an act so simple, but it was capable of forging a bond. When you told him yours, he craved it—that connection to another creature he hadn’t had in so long.

“James.”

It was a word he hadn’t spoken in years and it sounded strange on his tongue, like it didn’t even belong to him. But then you repeated it, slowly, one, twice, three times, and he knew that nothing was ever going to be the same.

You called to him that night, sounding happy to be able to do it, to say goodnight to him and follow it with his name.

“Good night, James.”

The fog suddenly lifted. The name that had been so foreign to him suddenly belonged to him again. He remembered James Barnes, the person he used to be, the person he needed to rediscover.

He remembers the person he must remain. 

fin.

AFTERWORD — i’ve always thought about writing a sequel or rewriting this as a miniseries, and i’ll never say never when it comes to this story, but i’ve yet to be struck with any kind of inspiration that could possibly do this fic justice. maybe one day? who knows.

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[babymangosworld]

"Where do you see yourself in five years"

I don't know, how about you ask my future self

[marlowetudor]

The Maze & the Minotaur

Male Minotaur x female reader

Spice Level:🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️- Picante

Word Count: 1740

“This is what you signed up for,” you reminded yourself as you darted around another corner. The travel brochure had promised an “authentic Greek myth experience” when you booked the day trip to see the newly discovered labyrinth beneath the palace at Knossos. Your friends had begged off, claiming the “high adventure package,” which boasted a run through the maze while chased by an actual, live minotaur, was a bit too adventurous for them.

At first, the idea was thrilling. Ever since you'd read the myth of Theseus and the Minotaur in grade school, you’d been fascinated with the idea of being chased by one. Even after meeting the minotaur chasing you, a tall, handsome male named Andreas with soft, wet brown eyes, a warm smile, and acres of well-defined muscles, you were still excited for the chase. He chuckled when he told you that a surprisingly high number of human women opted for the high adventure package.

But, with your heart pounding louder in your ears than your feet on the stone floor of the maze, you were starting to think your friends may have been right. Every so often, a roar would come floating over the maze's walls, sending you into a fresh sprint. You knew one loose stone, one wrong turn, one pause in the wrong spot could mean being caught. And then, if he caught you, well, anything could happen.

It happened before you realized it. You had been running full bore down a straight-away that ended in a T-junction. You hadn’t realized how much speed you’d built up until you went around the corner and couldn’t slow down enough to make the turn safely. You slammed into the rock wall of the maze, bruising your shoulder and forearm hard enough to make you stop running. In the second it took for you to cradle your arm to your side, big arms closed around your torso from behind and lifted you off your feet. A rough palm closed over your mouth, cutting off the scream just as it was bubbling up from your throat.

“Gotcha!” came the deep, breathless voice at your ear. “You gave me quite the chase, sweet girl,” he murmured. You could feel the heat of his breath, cooling the sweat on your neck and brow.

“Damn,” you muttered. “I thought I was going to make it.” You wriggled in his arms, making him laugh.

“You almost did,” he said, tightening his grip. “But I think you deserve a consolation prize for that run.”  He set you down on your feet and spun you around to face him. “Would you like that, sweet girl?” You fought hard to keep your face neutral, even as the low embers of desire burning in your core since the start of your run leaped up to spread a delicious heat through you.

“What’s the prize?” you asked, looking him up and down. His long tongue ran out to lick his lips as he mimicked your lingering gaze.

“I think you know,” His eyes lingered on the valley between your breasts that led down into your sports bra. “Girls like you don’t sign up to be chased by a minotaur for our sparkling conversation,” he said.  

As if he needed help proving his point, his arms wrapped around you again, hoisting you off your feet. Your legs wrapped easily around his trim waist to settle your hips against his. “Besides,” he grunted, one large hand cupped your ass, supporting you, while the other slid up your ribs, roughly grabbing your breast. “I could smell how wet you were from almost ten meters away.”  It made you shift your hips, pressing your sex against him. There was no sense in hiding any longer. He could feel the squirming movements of your hips, seeking the length of his cock stiffening through the thin fabric of your running shorts. He ground up against you, making you whimper with need.

He kissed and licked along your neck until he reached your ear. “You want this cock, sweet girl?” he asked. “You want me to give you your prize?” You nodded, practically writhing against him.

“Say it,” he hissed against your ear. “Tell me how much you want it.” His big hand wrapped around your hips, pushing your wet cunt against his cock through the thin fabric that separated you.

“Please,” you moaned, barely above a whisper. He slid one hand down to explore the damp gusset between your thighs. His thick fingers prodded up and down along the seam of your pussy through the fabric.

“Louder, sweet girl. I want to hear you beg for what you want,” he groaned. You held on tightly to his neck with one arm while you pushed the fingers of your other hand into the curls at the nape of his neck. You kissed eagerly along his long jaw to his mouth, his tongue meeting and twining with yours.

“Please,” you whined between kisses. “Please fuck me.”

He chuckled, tasting your mouth with his tongue. He dug his thick fingers into the fabric of your shorts, pressing hard on your throbbing clit before releasing his hold. You slithered down his body with a frustrated whine as he guided you to your knees with gentle pressure.

“First, you’re going to taste my cock,” he said. His hand undid the clasp holding his loincloth up and let it flutter to the floor. Though the light in the maze was dim, you could still clearly see the girthy length of his erection as it bounced free. Without having to be told, you nuzzled against the base of it, licking over his heavy balls as you made your way up toward the tip. Taking all of him in your mouth was out of the question. He was too thick. Too long. But you could certainly squeeze and lick and suck as much as you could manage. You could run your tongue along his weeping slit, lapping up the sticky beads of precum. You loved hearing him groan, feeling his fingers wrap around your ponytail to guide your head where he wanted it as you tried to fit him into your mouth.

He pulled your head back, pulling your mouth off the head of his cock with a lewd pop. In seconds, he pushed you down onto your back, yanking your sports bra over your head, nearly tearing your shorts as he ripped them down off your hips. His long, thick finger ran between the sopping wet lips of your cunt to gather some of your slick and rub it over your clit. Your hips bucked upward, following his hand as he teased you open for him.

“I think you’re ready for my cock, sweet little human,” he said, pulling you up into his lap. You could only nod as you looped your arms around his neck again. He guided your shaky legs around his hips with one hand while he dragged the thick head of his cock over your sensitive little bud. You thrust against him, trying to coax him to your entrance.

The stretch of him as his cock pushed into you was incredible. You’d heard people talk about being split in half but had never really appreciated what it meant. He tried to hold you up, to let you sink slowly down onto him and adjust to his girth, but the feeling of him filling you was too much to resist. You pushed down with a guttural moan until he was fully rooted deep within you.  

He let you rest for a few moments, holding you still with both hands on your hips. You felt so satisfyingly full that you could hardly feel yourself twitching and clenching around him, but he definitely could, if his breathy little moans were any indication. Slowly, he lifted you up by your hips, savoring the desperate moan you made before he let gravity drag you back down. He tilted you back as you rode him to watch himself disappear into your tight folds, to watch the outline of his glans push against your abdomen each time he reached the end of your channel.

The rough pounding almost overwhelmed the tightening sensation that built in your gut with each velvet drag of him over every tender spot within you. But soon enough, as both of your moans grew louder, as he worked your body up and down on his long shaft, it became impossible to ignore the feeling of getting closer to the precipice. He must have been close, too. He roared again, pulling you down hard and bucking up into you at the same time. Your hand scrabbled across his taught, straining stomach, looking for any kind of purchase to hold onto as you tumbled over the edge into orgasm with him. His hands caught and cradled you, rocking with you as your clenching pussy milked load after heavy load from his cock.

At last, your tired muscles couldn’t hold you upright any longer, and he chuffed out a soft laugh as he bundled you down against his chest. “I take it back,” he muttered as he nuzzled against your sweaty brow. “I think you won, after all, sweet girl.”

You giggled, gently twisting your fingers in the longer fur that ran down between his clavicles like a downy cravat. “I think we both won,” you teased.

After a few moments, he helped you stand and handed you a towel, cleverly concealed within his discarded loincloth. “I’m not really supposed to do this,” he said, suddenly shy as he looked away to give you some privacy while you cleaned up. “I’m not supposed to do any of what we just did. A lot of the guys do, but...” He trailed off, shaking his large head.

“No, I would think railing the clients is probably frowned upon. Great customer service, though. Five stars,” you said, laughing with him as the two of you made your way toward the maze exit.

“Nooo,” he said, still chuckling. “Definitely not supposed to do that.” He ran one of his big hands through the curls that spilled down between his horns, over his brow. “I’m not supposed to do this either, but, uh,” he continued. If he hadn’t just screwed you within an inch of your life, you’d have sworn he was nervous.  “I’d like to see you again. Can I get your number?”

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Thanks for reading! Let me know in the comments if you like longer fics like this, or if you prefer shorter ones!

[dollveis]

˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ SHE'S A LADY AND I'M JUST A LINE WITHOUT A HOOK — masterlist.

FEATURING. college loser!ellie x popular!reader.

summary. in which you said the first name that came to your mind to stop getting harassed over stupid dating rumors. or in which you say you like ellie williams and she's been having a crush on you since she saw you.

content warning !! these are general warnings, each chapter will have it's own warning. unrequited love, family and childhood trauma topics will be touched (not coming from reader's part), ellie actually has a shitty self-esteem, slowburn, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort.

vi's sticky note. im kinda excited for this one, i've been wanting to post something for a really long time, either way i cannot and i won't promise anything but i will try my best to complete this series. i don't have the whole thing planned yet except for some specific scenes and a bit of how i want the story to go so we'll see. this is heavily inspired by a manhua called 'she's also cute today' and by ricky montgomery's song 'line without a hook'.

⠀⸝ CHAPTER 1 !⠀— ⠀you're a pond and im an ocean. trying to excuse yourself from dating rumors you end up saying ellie's name when someone asks you who you like.

[madhatterbri]

The Stands | HOOK

Summary: HOOK catches his girlfriend watching him from the stands.

Happy World's End Saturday, babes. ❤️

Dedicated to @theworldofotps , who was also instrumental in getting me through this year.

HOOK Masterlist

AEW Masterlist

Taglist: @theworldofotps @magicalbuttertarts

HOOK slammed his fists on the mat in frustration. No matter how many times he pinned Nick, the ref couldn't make it to three. The prodigy kept kicking out. He stood up and walked around Nick as if he were his prey. Something, anything, had to work to get the pin and get his revenge on his father being attacked.

He peered out in the stands. His eyes scanned the area until he found her, his girlfriend. She wore one of his shirts. When she noticed him looking at her, she waved shyly. The wrestler had to hide his smile.

Her eyes widened in panic as Nick went to attack him from behind. The cold-hearted, handsome devil turned around quickly. He spun Nick around and performed the redrum on him.

Nick immediately fell on his knees. HOOK didn't let up until he felt Nick starting to tap out. The ref told him to let go. The bell rang as the victor was announced over the microphone. The audience cheered as the ref held his hand up. The second generation looked at his girlfriend and smiled.

After HOOK disappeared backstage, she received a text from. She couldn't hide her smile when she read the message.

If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have beat him. You like my little angel in the stands.

[gethooked]

Scared to tell ~ HOOK imagine

Requested

@lexi-bell : Can you do a hook x Fem Reader, she likes him but is too scared to tell him. So she goes to Britts locker room to tell her and doesn’t know that hook is also in the locker room hanging out with Adam. Hook goes to readers hotel room and tells her that he overheard her. Hook kisses her against the wall. He picks her up and wraps her legs around him and carries her to the bed and smut happens. It can be as cute and smutty as your comfortable with. Thank you

Taglist: @saramusazzi99 @carlybow @moniquelovesaewhook @biggesthat3r

It’s another night of dynamite. You had your match already against Mariah May and you won! But the guy you’ve had feelings for since he got to AEW didn’t have a match so you figured you’d go to Britt and Adam’s locker room to talk to Britt. When you got there you noticed that their locker room had two separate locker areas. (Which you were thankful for.) Britt was already in the first section on the couch and you had joined her. You guys talked about the card for the rest of the show and your match and rampages card and just girl stuff also. What you didn’t know though is that Adam and HOOK the guy you feel in love with was in the other locker section. So you and Britt got onto the topic of guys. She asked you if you had ever told HOOK about your feelings for him yet. You looked at her knowing that she knows you are too scared to tell HOOK. But you just talked to her about how you feel about HOOK. Which you didn’t notice that HOOK was with Adam in the other section and he was listening to what you had to say about him. He had a smile on his face the whole time he was listening to you, he loved your voice and everything about you that you had let him know.

*back at readers hotel room*

You were dressed ready for bed and just finishing putting your stuff away that you had out so it wouldn’t be so long to pack in the morning for your flight. As you were putting some clothes away you heard a knock on your hotel room door. It happened to be 2 in the morning. So you were confused on who would at your hotel room at this time. You thought it might have been Britt because she and Adam might have got in a little argument. But you checked through the peep hole and saw that it was HOOK, it took you a minute to believe your eyes. When he started to turn around to walk away that’s when you opened the door. He made eye contact with you and gave you one of his signature smiles and then asked if he could come in and talk to you. You said yeah and let him walk in. He started off by saying he knows how late it really is and that he’s sorry for keeping you up. But he explained what he heard and how he heard it. And you were so embarrassed that your cheeks turned bright red. He didn’t want to see you embarrassed so he just kissed you in the lips to get your attention. Naturally you kissed him right back. He ended up staying in your room until you had to leave for the airport. That night you guys talked about each others feelings towards each other. And then you guys went on your first official date the following Tuesday.

[blank-potato]

let's play a love game

Pairing: Lucien Belmont x Reader x Caroline Merteuil

Summary: 

“On my bed? With my best friend? You truly have no class, Lucien,” she says mockingly, arms crossed as she leans against the doorway, thoroughly unimpressed. Hearing Caroline’s voice sends shivers down your spine, and you sit up immediately, guilt and embarrassment crashing over you in waves. Of all the bad things for her to walk in on, you tangled up with her stepbrother had to be top of the list. Lucien, of course, is entirely unbothered. He smirks, stretching lazily. “Just living up to my reputation.” Or You’re Caroline’s best friend, and when you catch Lucien’s eye, they're forced to share you.

A/N: Title from Love Game by Lady Gaga, but ngl I can only think of that Gossip Girl scene with Hilary Duff when I hear it. Also, Cruel Intentions has been cancelled, so I’m in an absolute state. I hate Amazon Prime for doing this to me. Expect copious amounts of fanfics and gif packs from me as a coping mechanism. Enjoy!

♕♕♕

You were used to running around like a headless chicken, trying to meet Caroline’s every need—picking up coffee, running errands, scheduling appointments. What were sorority sisters for, if not to serve as personal assistants to their queen bee?

Not to mention the hopeless crush you had on her. You tried to bury it and hide it, but Caroline knew, and being who she was, she used it to her advantage.

If you were busy, distracted, or even resisting for a moment, all it would take was a look, and you would be at her beck and call. She found it endlessly amusing how eager you were to please her. Like a loyal pet waiting for scraps of attention or a little sycophant, worshipping at her altar. And even though you knew whatever you guys had going on was beyond toxic, but didn’t care, it felt too good to be hers.

On this particular afternoon, you hesitated before entering her room. “Caroline, I have your notes organized and your appointment set up for you, and before you bite my head off, I took the liberty of rescheduling your mani-pedi since I know you were busy.”

A hand reaches out and takes your tablet from you, peeling your eyes away from it.

“I’m not Caroline and I don’t bite… unless you want me to.”

“Lucien… hi.”

That pathetic ‘hi’ of yours was indicative of how Lucien made you feel. You turned into a pile of mush every time he was near. And he always seemed to be around at the worst times, like the time he walked in on you in just your underwear that had cartoon ducks on it or when you saw him getting out of the pool, water dripping down his toned chest, and nearly tripped over your own feet.

“What errands does my sister have you running?”

“Nothing! I mean… nothing important, really…” You say, trailing off. It really wasn’t anything significant, and you doubt he’d care if you told him. So instead, you find your eyes drifting downward, focusing on the floor rather than meeting his gaze.

“If it’s nothing important, mind helping me out since she’s busy?”

Your head springs back up in an instant, and you look at him curiously. Everything in your body was screaming at you to say no, begging for you to walk out that door and not listen to whatever he had to say. But you had no chance, his beautiful smile had already disarmed you. You were like a lovesick puppy.

He smirks, ever the picture of confidence, and turns around for you playfully, arms outstretched. “How do I look? I have a date in an hour,” he says, his tone light, but there’s a glint in his eye, like he’s testing you.

You’re surprised he has a date, hookups are more his style but you know that whatever Lucien and Caroline have planned with Annie Grover must tie into this. 

You raise a brow. “You came to Caroline for fashion advice?” You scoff, arms crossed.

“Not at all,” he replies smoothly, stepping closer. “We have our own business to attend to… but you can help me out with that too, actually.”

You narrow your eyes. “And what business is that?”

Lucien tilts his head, watching you closely, as if measuring how much to reveal. His smirk lingers, but his voice dips lower. “Do you really want to know?”

There’s something almost teasing in his tone, but also a challenge. A part of you knows you shouldn’t indulge him, but that part of you is taking a nap. 

“Yes,” you reply without thinking, and he smirks at your brazen honesty. He leans in, causing you to sit on the bed as he approaches you like a wolf approaches a deer.

“You sure?” he asks, his voice softer now. You nod mindlessly, too lost in his eyes and the warmth radiating between you to think logically.

He pushes your hair aside and places a lingering kiss on your neck, his breath warm against your skin. A shiver runs down your spine as his fingers trace a slow, deliberate path along your arm.

Taking his waist in your hands, you feel your heart jump again. He chuckles, a low, pleased sound, before gently easing you back onto the bed, his gaze locked on yours as if memorizing every detail.

As he climbs on top of you, your breath catches, your pulse pounding so hard it feels like your heart is about to leap out of your chest and start tap dancing. His lips hover just above yours, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath, the teasing promise of something you’ve been waiting for. 

You want him to do it—no, need him to.

But as you wait, eyes squeezed shut, anticipation curling tight in your stomach… the kiss never comes.

Instead, the door to Caroline’s room swings open with a sharp creak, and just like that, the moment shatters.

“On my bed? With my best friend? You truly have no class, Lucien,” she says mockingly, arms crossed as she leans against the doorway, thoroughly unimpressed.

Hearing Caroline’s voice sends shivers down your spine, and you sit up immediately, guilt and embarrassment crashing over you in waves. Of all the bad things for her to walk in on, you tangled up with her stepbrother had to be top of the list.

Lucien, of course, is entirely unbothered. He smirks, stretching lazily. “Just living up to my reputation.”

Before you can say anything, he ruffles your hair, the gesture borderline condescending. It should annoy you. It does annoy you. But you also can’t help but find it just a little bit endearing.

After he leaves, you want to sink into her bed and maybe let the mattress swallow you whole.

“Anything you want to tell me?” Caroline asks, smirking as she shuts the door behind her.

“N-no.”

She raises an eyebrow, waiting.

You groan, burying your face in your hands. “Fine! He got to me, but it’s not my fault. He was in my space, and I couldn’t resist, and he was so…” intense, distracting, intoxicating — but you bite your tongue before you say too much.

“I’m not mad.”

You peek up at her, skeptical. “You’re… not?”

Caroline shrugs. “I mean, I should be. But mostly? I just think it’s hilarious.”

She sighs as she moves closer to you, her knee knocking against yours, her sharp eyes studying you in that way that always makes you feel exposed.

“But I should warn you,” she says, voice softer now, “if you let guys like Lucien get under your skin and push your buttons, then people will just walk all over you. I don’t want to see that happen to you.”

Caroline caresses your cheek, her touch surprisingly gentle, almost affectionate. You catch yourself thinking that it’s exactly what she does to you, but you don’t dare open your mouth to tell him that. 

“I’m just trying to protect you, you know that, right?” She says as she swipes the bottom of your lip with her thumb, and just like that, all is forgotten. It’s like every time she talks to you, she puts a spell on you that makes you unable to resist her.

“I know, Caroline.”

“Then do better.”

She stops touching you and you almost put at the loss of her touch, then stands up, looking past you and instead at herself in the mirror. 

“Now, getting back to more important matters, did you reschedule my mani-pedi appointment?”

♕♕♕

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re avoiding me.”

You were avoiding Lucien, but for some reason, he seemed to be everywhere like more than usual, and it was driving you nuts. You were getting all paranoid, flinching at every brunette with a curly mullet. In all your years of crushing on Lucien, you had never gotten so close to actually kissing him, but now that the moment was here, it felt like a death sentence. Every part of you wanted to give in, but you couldn’t disappoint Caroline.

"Lucien..." you start, but your voice falters against your will as he walks in step with you.

"What? Did sister dearest ban you from seeing me?" He smirks, his tone light, but you can hear the underlying challenge in his voice.

“No. What happened—what almost happened was a mistake.” You try to backpedal, your voice full of nervous energy. 

“I–I know what guys like you are like.” The words feel heavy on your tongue, like a defense mechanism you didn’t know you needed until now.

“Guys like me?” Lucien smirks, leaning in slightly, the corner of his mouth curling up with a mix of amusement and challenge.

“Yeah, you’re... confident and charismatic and you’ll just use me.” The words come out before you can stop them as you continue building your defense. 

Lucien’s expression turns more amused, his gaze sharpening. “...I think you like to be used.”

“Excuse me?” You’re in shock. How could he think that of you? Anger bubbles up, but you’re not sure if it’s directed at him or yourself for letting this conversation go this far.

“You’re Caroline’s punching bag, day in and day out. You like to be used, to be given purpose... But at least you’d have fun if you let me do it.” His words hang in the air like a challenge, an invitation laced with something darker. Something that both terrifies and intrigues you.

“That’s not…” You protest, your voice faltering, but there’s a flicker of doubt in your mind.

“And believe me…” Lucien steps even closer, his breath warm on your skin. “You’ve never known a guy like me.”

You swallow hard, your heart pounding. His gaze locks onto yours, holding you captive, a devilish glint in his eyes. Words form and die before they leave your lips. You had always found it hard to speak in front of him, but this was something else. He ruffles your hair like he did the last time you spoke and says a teasing “See you later,” and you have a feeling you will. 

♕♕♕

You had tried to focus, tried to push it all to the back of your mind. But you couldn’t stop thinking about Lucien. Sure, you had thought about him but something about having been so close to him has sent your mind into a frenzy. But this? This was on another level. Your thoughts bounced between Lucien and Caroline, leaving no room for anything else.

Caroline was organizing an event for the sorority or rather, you were organizing it under her guidance. It was a gala night, something high-profile and glamorous, because of course it was. Every detail had to be perfect, every guest carefully selected, and every outfit exuding effortless wealth and charm.

You stepped out in your outfit, adjusting the fabric before turning slightly, checking your reflection in the mirror. The dress was sleek, elegant, and just the right amount of skin and hugged your figure perfectly. The weight of expectation settled on your shoulders, but you pushed it aside.

From across the room, Caroline’s voice cut through the air. “Finally, you look the part,” she said, eyes sweeping over you with a calculating glint. 

“Now, help me zip this up,” Caroline commands, eyes fixed on her reflection in the mirror.

You move behind her without a word, fingers finding the zipper with ease. As you pull it up, your fingertips accidentally graze the dip of her spine, lingering just a second too long in the small of her back. 

She was perfect.

“You know, I don’t blame you for having a crush on him.”

“Huh?” Your breath catches, eyes widening slightly.

Caroline barely spares you a glance, adjusting an earring as she speaks. “You’re inexperienced and… well, let’s just say it’s natural to be drawn to someone like him. In time, you’ll come to realize that none of it really matters. That, and…” She finally turns, her gaze settling on you, unreadable but knowing. “You don’t have to settle for what Lucien can give you. You could have anything you want.”

You gulp, shifting on your feet under the weight of her words. “I don’t–”

“You just have to be willing to take it.”

The words hang in the air, sinking into your mind long after she’s said them. What could she possibly–?

She clears her throat, snapping you out of your daze. You blink, quickly reaching for the zipper again and pulling it up.

“How do I look?”

You swallow hard, forcing a steady voice. “Perfect.”

♕♕♕

Descending the staircase, her adoring subjects flocked to her, eager to gain her favour. She was Caroline Mertueil, after all, and her presence commanded attention like a magnet pulling the room in. Every eye was on her, and every word she spoke was a small victory. The party was in full swing, laughter, clinking glasses, and music filling the air with an air of decadent indulgence.

You walk in moments after her, and immediately, you feel their eyes on you. They were two opposing forces, both equally intense and impossible to ignore. Lucien is somewhere in the crowd, half listening to a conversation, when he raises his glass toward you. The glint in his eyes is enough to send a small flutter through your chest. You’re glad to have caught his attention, but just as you smile, you look to find Caroline staring at you too. Her expression is unreadable, the way it always is, complete calm, but she’s studying you, assessing your every move.

She was annoyingly good at that. Always leaving you guessing what she was thinking, how she was going to react. Was she going to dismiss you entirely, brush you off like you were nothing, or would she praise you like some rare gem that deserved her approval? The uncertainty hangs in the air, thick with anticipation.

You go outside, the cool night air hitting your skin as you stand next to the pool. You smile at the new sorority members, who are nervously running around, taking orders, and making sure everything is just right. The waiters pass by you, holding mouth-watering hors d'oeuvres that you took great care to select. One thing’s for sure—you throw a damn good party.

As you continue to rush around, ensuring that everything runs smoothly and that this Delta Phi event is another huge success, you catch sight of Lucien. He’s standing by the pool, watching you with a lazy smile, clearly having followed you outside.

“Good job,” he says, his voice calm, but there's a hint of something deeper there, something unreadable.

“Lucien,” you reply, your tone a little sharper than you'd meant.

“What?” he smirks, stepping closer to you. “I can’t compliment you?”

You feel the heat of his gaze on you, and for a second, you wonder if you’re reading too much into it. But then again, with Lucien, who could say for sure?

“Listen, I don’t know what game you’re playing with Caroline–”

“This isn’t about Caroline.”

“It’s always about Caroline.”

You’d be lying if you hadn’t considered that this was just another way for Caroline and Lucien to cross the line with one another.

The times when he’d tease you, pushing all your buttons, purposefully doing things in front of you, were more often than not just to get under his stepsister’s skin. His smirk would always deepen when he knew he had her attention, and that only made everything more complicated for you.

“Leave me out of it,” you sigh, trying to brush off the tension rising in you. 

But Lucien doesn’t move away. Instead, he takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing with that same mischievous glint.

“You sure? Because you look like you’re right in the middle of it.”

His gaze never leaves yours, daring you to deny it.

“Not by choice.”

You walk away, head held high… until your heel gets stuck in a crack in the ground, sending you tumbling straight into the pool. Just your luck. You couldn’t just fall gracefully onto the ground—no, you had to make a full spectacle of it.

At least most of the party was inside.

Standing up in the pool, wiping the water from your eyes, you see a hand reaching out to you. It’s Lucien, chest deep in the water, smiling like this is the best thing that’s happened all night.

“Not a word,” You utter as you shiver in the cold water. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

With that, he takes your hand and leads you out of the pool, water dripping from both of you. He doesn’t let go, even as you walk through the party—wet footprints trailing behind, music thumping, curious eyes following your every step.

There were stares, whispers, and a few muffled laughs, but Lucien didn’t seem to care. If anything, he looked amused.

You had to admit that it’s slightly less embarrassing when you’re not the only one making a mess of the party. And when you finally reach your room, he leans against the doorframe, smirking.

“Please, shut up. I’m embarrassed enough,” you say as you wring out your hair, water dripping onto the floor.

Lucien chuckles, leaning against the doorframe, watching you with that infuriatingly amused expression.

Your skin was glistening with droplets, and his shirt, completely soaked through, clung to his torso, turning practically see-through.

“You’re not the only one suffering here,” he teases, tugging at the wet fabric. “But hey, at least now I have an excuse to take my shirt off.”

And before you can stop him, he does, and it's not an unfamiliar sight but a welcome one.  He steps into your bedroom fully and closes the door behind hi,m and you feel like there’s a string pulling the two of you together. You’re at the edge of your bed, sitting and looking up at him, his hands brushing away a stray lock of hair from your face. His touch is gentle, almost reverent, and for a moment, it feels like time stands still. 

“What now?”

“Nothing. We can’t do this.”

“And why not?” He steps closer, fingers grazing your jaw before pushing your wet hair aside, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. His gaze lingers on you, challenging, waiting.

Then, as if on cue, Caroline storms into your room like a bat out of hell.

“I thought I told you not to embarrass me.”

You exhale sharply, turning to face her. “I only embarrassed myself, Caroline.”

“And I see you just can’t help yourself. Lucien, again?” Caroline sneers, arms crossed as mockery drips from her voice. 

“Jealous?” Lucien tilts his head.

Caroline scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Hardly. I just think it’s pathetic how predictable you are.”

You sigh at their bickering, you were sick of it. How hard would it be for all of you to just fuck and get their little tug of war out the way?

“I can’t help it. I hate it, but I want him and I want you too, Caroline...”You admit, the knots in your stomach easing that little bit. 

“Is that so?” Lucien steps closer, his voice dripping with amusement.

Caroline’s gaze flickers between the two of you before she tilts her head, lips curling into a smirk.

“Are you willing to share?” Lucien teases, eyes glinting with mischief as he watches her reaction.

Caroline lets out a sharp laugh, calculated. “Please. As if I’d ever want your leftovers.”

Your jaw clenches, but before you can snap back, Lucien just chuckles, leaning in as if sharing a secret. “Funny. You always did have a habit of wanting what’s mine.

“The ‘leftovers’ are right here, and I feel like a lot would be resolved if we all just…” You trail off, hoping and praying that they’d listen to reason.

Lucien raises a brow, intrigued, while Caroline sits on the bed next to you, lips pursed like she’s already preparing a retort.

You sigh. “Look, I don’t really know what’s going on here, but I do know one thing—you both want each other in some weird, psycho, dysfunctional way. And for whatever reason, you both want me too.”

Lucien smirks. “Go on.”

“So,” you continue, emboldened, “doesn’t it just make sense that the three of us… You know… figure this out together?”

There’s a beat of silence. Then, Lucien grins like the devil himself. Caroline just exhales sharply, but she doesn’t say no.

“Make the first move then.”

You sit up, ignoring the cold cling of your wet dress, and lean in to kiss Caroline.

Her lips are soft, hesitant for only a second before she melts into you. Her hands find your waist, fingers tightening as if anchoring herself. Lucien watches, his breath hitching, before his hand slides along your back, pulling both of you closer.

Lucien leans in to kiss Caroline, but she stops him, “You haven’t gotten me Annie Grover ye,t so no prize. Let’s just focus on our toy for now.”

“Such a stickler for the rules.”

The air was thick with tension, each of you caught in your unspoken pull to each other. You’re all facing each other, the heat and tension between you all palpable, like one move would set you all off. The room feels smaller with every passing second, every breath you take shared between the three of you. 

Lucien leans forward first, kissing you with a fierce urgency that catches you off guard. His lips are soft yet insistent, and his hands pull you closer as if he can't get enough. You barely get in a breath before Caroline is pulling you towards her. Her kiss was more possessive and commanding, her lips pressing against yours with a force that left no room for hesitation. It was a kiss that demanded attention, a silent declaration of her claim.

Then all your lips meet in a passionate, dizzying blur. You don’t know where Lucien’s lips end and Caroline’s begin, only that you’re caught in the heat of it, breathless and wanting. You pull back to watch them, their hands tangled in each other’s hair, pulling each other closer. It’s messy but tender, like an argument without words, like a silent plea for something neither of them would ever admit out loud.

You can’t help but smile because for the first time, it feels like everything is finally making sense. They pull away from each other far too quickly for your liking, and a moment of silence hangs in the air. Their breaths are uneven, chests rising and falling as the weight of what just happened settles between them. Neither says a word, but the look in their eyes says everything. They had crossed a boundary they never thought they'd approach, let alone break. It's unspoken, but it's clear that this meant more than they'd ever let on. 

“Not bad,” Lucien comments, breaking the tension.  “So much for getting you, Annie Grover first.”

Caroline smacks his chest, “You still don’t get to fuck me until you do.”

She then turns around, silently commanding him to unzip her dress, and he obliges. She catches you staring, and you take the opportunity to rid yourself of your own dress. 

You sit in front of her, gently cupping her face in your hands. As your lips move against hers and you can’t get enough. Your tongues meet and the rhythm of your kisses falter, turning into sloppy kisses that are more about the feeling than the technique.

You move to the side and start kissing her neck. She moans, and you swear you’ve never heard anything so sweet. You liked seeing Caroline like this; you were so used to her being poised and perfect. You could never have imagined that you’d see her like this. 

Looking to your left, you see Lucien wrap his arms around her, his fingers immediately going to her underwear, rubbing her clit throuugh her panties. Touching and teasing her, leaving a wet spot as she fights back her moans, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

Caroline slaps his hand away, saying, “Not yet.”

“So harsh,” Lucien smirks, raising an eyebrow.

“You know I don’t do things on anyone’s terms but my own.” Caroline’s voice is teasing but firm. Lucien chuckles, clearly amused, but he backs off, a glint of challenge in his eyes. Before laying back on the bed with that familiar, almost effortless confidence of his, his gaze locking with yours as if he knew exactly how this would unfold. Taking the bait, you climb on top of him, taking initiative.

“So eager. Who knew your best friend was such a little… minx?”

“I won’t dignify that with a response, Lucien,” she says as she lies beside him, tracing lazy patterns on his shoulder.

The two of them side by side, like a pair of hunters, both observing you like they were deciding how best to devour you.

You start kissing your way down his chest, your fingers trailing along his skin, mapping every ridge and dip as he exhales a shaky breath. Pulling off his wet boxers and admiring what he had in them. Your tentative hands stroke his dick slowly and he takes in the sight of you, loving the way you touch him. 

“Good girl.”

You don’t see Caroline roll her eyes, but you know she does, always pissed off at Lucien’s antics. You get off his lap and leaning down, your chest on the bed with your ass in the air. Delighted at your get behind you enthusiasm.

"Isn’t she cute?" Lucien says, tilting your head up towards Caroline.

Caroline hums, running her thumb over your bottom lip. "Adorable," she muses, her gaze dark with something unreadable. "Almost too sweet for her own good."

Pushing your panties aside, the cold air against your pussy making you shiver much to their amusement. Lucien enters you suddenly, his cock stretching you out, the sting causing you to bite your lip. 

You cling to the bed, your fingers digging into the sheets in desperation as he starts to pick up speed. Caroline strokes and caresses you like you’re something delicate, so deliberate and teasing, all the while looking at Lucien with a knowing smirk, as if daring him to watch.

“Impressed? I might let you have a go next.”

“You wish.” 

You hate how they ignore you and continue their casual conversing like they weren’t wreaking havoc on you. You wouldn’t be able to have sex without thinking about them, about how they made you feel. 

You whine and tremble under their touch, your breath hitching as their hands explore you, as the sensation threatens to consume you entirely. 

The coil in your stomach tightens, your breath catching in your throat as you feel the overwhelming mix of emotions. Tears prick at your eyes, not from pain but from the intensity of it all. How much you’ve wanted it and how long you’ve wanted it. 

“I wanna… I wanna eat you out, Caroline.”

“That’s what you want?”

You nod desperately, your head resting against the bed, breath shaky as their eyes drink you in. She opens her legs, and you reach your hands towards her before she pushes them away. 

“No hands.”

You lick at her core, making sure to savour every part of her, but still sad at the fact that you can’t grip onto her thighs. 

Just then, Lucien adjust himself, taking you at an even deeper angle, sending you to a whole level of pleasure, the head of hick cock hitting your sweet spot. It has you melting against Caroline’s pussy sending vibrations up her spine. 

You look up at her, needing to see how you’re making her feel, but her eyes aren’t on you, they’re on Lucien. Staring into him, they share a silent conversation you’re not privy to but can feel in the charged air between them.

Her hands guide your head deeper, and you find yourself wanting to drown in her. You let yourself be moved and used by her, just wanting to please them both. Each touch and thrust of his hips, or every yank of your hair in her hands, acts as a reminder of their claim on you. No matter the case, you were just a pawn in their game with one another. 

You lick and suck at her clit, trying to match the roll of her hips against your face and fighting to keep your hands beneath you when all you wanted was to touch her. 

“Fuck…” She says, pulling you that much closer to the point where you want to drown in her. Your whimpers get that much louder as Lucien forces them out with his touches.

“So good for us,” He says, his hands wrapping around his thighs and pulling you back to meet his thrusts. You feel him so deep inside of you, you have no choice but to scream, tears falling from your eyes. 

“That’s right, so good,” Caroline sighs out in contentment, looking down at you to finally meet your gaze.

You know you never want this feeling to stop, even if you’re just a puppet on their strings, their toy to play with as they please.

Masterlist

[greenaway-torres]

To hear them say how beautiful I am laid out in front of them. How pretty my pussy is when it’s dripping wet. Then they’ll take their time, breaking me and making me whine under their touch. Make me so weak and near helpless. When I try to run away, they’ll just pull me even closer to them.

“Where you going, girl? I just want to make you prettier. Imagine how good you’ll look when I ruin you.”

[yanderehsr]

I just recently read the astral express crew x klee! Reader and I just fell 😍. Klee reader is an adorable menace to society. How would the astral crew react to reader secretly tagging along with them during their adventures like klee reader just hid inside their backpacks and when they open it they saw klee reader and just panics cause they’re in the middle of an unknown planet. Bonus if klee reader just runs off to meet the citizens and unknowningly turn them platonic yanderes!

Klee reader and their army of platonic yanderes..... I could see that happen😑

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour

You hid inside of Caelus backpack, he was way to strong to notice any weight change. Finally, you could go on an adventure with your entire family. It wasn't until Sampo came in to save them all that someone noticed you, that someone being Sampo himself.

You put your finger up, hushing him, you know that they would never allow you to do this, well Sampo wouldn't tell, it could even be fun. He brings the trailblazers to the underworld, he does keep you around for a bit, he was lonely and you made him feel not that.

He had to let go of you when Seele walk past him and notices you, she just grabbed you and walked away, no child should spend time with him. She takes a second look at you and just decides to spend some time with you before taking you to Natasha.

And so this continues, you meet everyone, one by one, somehow without the trailblazers knowing you're there. They only find out when they get a call from Himiko, she sounds paniced, she can't find you anywhere, and then they see you, talking with Hook, she was clinging to you for dear life and glaring at anyone getting too close.

Now it's their turn to panic, and you just smile back, like you didn't just sneak away from the astral express. After they all return, they will put you in a room, making sure to lock it so heavely that not even your bombs can make you escape.

[mackeydoodledoo]

She Wears Short Skirts, I Wear T-shirts: Chapter 5

Pairing: Bridget (Cheerleader AU) x (Fem!)Reader

Chapter Summary: You return to your final 2nd semester of high school, ever. Hopeful. You decided to tell Bridget how you felt about that kiss during winterbreak and tell her how you feel about her overall... However... Someone might have beaten you to it...

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, Semi-Angst

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, F/n = Friend's name, B/n = Band Name, Bold/Italic = Flashback, M/n = Manager's name

Chapter Theme: Distracted (Reimagined) - Honey Revenge

A/n: Have fun :)

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*Y/n's POV* You walk into school after spending the final day of freedom at another gig. You shot Bridget an invite but you didn't see her in the crowd. You guessed she was busy.

More shows to come...

Your mind never left the kiss you had with her. You wanted to talk about it with her. But, each time you did talk to her before she hadn't texted in a few days, but it was difficult for you to bring up. You didn't want her to make it seem like she was a bad kisser....

In fact... It was the best kiss you've ever had.

Albeit it was the first one.

"Yo Y/n, I need you for a second," F/n says, immediately dragging you into the band hall

"What?" You ask, "I'm trying to look for Bridget, I have to talk to her."

"Yeah, don't," F/n says

"What?!" You ask, nearly raising your voice, "Why not?!"

"Why all of a sudden you want to talk to Bridget?.... Unless... Did..." She gasps, "Did you two kiss?!"

"SHHHHHHH!" You push them into the nearest practice room, "So what if we did?"

"You caught feelings? Didn't you," She makes playful eyes at you

"So?!" You ask, shoving them, "She hasn't texted me since she left for that trip with her family."

"Yeah, but you said she hasn't texted you after she got back right?" She asks

"Yeah, but I'm sure she has her reasons," You say, "I simply guessed she was busy."

"Yeah... So..." F/n attempts to piece words together

"What? F/n just tell me!" you sigh in frustration

The both of you hear the warning bell...

"Come on or we'll both be late!" You growl

"Okay! Okay!" She yelps, "But, don't have a go at me..."

She hold her phone up to you... Your internal organs drop....

It was Bridget.... And the Football team's star... James Hook...

I saw this on my fyp here... For some reason... Might want to drop it to Y/n.... So she won't fall for the wrong girl....

That was from your guitarist...

"Wh....What?...." Your breath leaves your body

"I'm sorry Y/n.... I really am..." F/n sighs

It was... All... Fake?....

"Come on," She says pulling you along, "Let's get to class..."

+*+

Throughout the entire school day, you've been attempting to keep yourself focused on the class lessons. However, your mind always goes back to the picture your friend showed you...

"Yo Y/n, are you okay?" Another band friend asks, "You look live you've seen a ghost... Oh wait, is it because of?...."

They want to say her name, but they don't. You nod, knowing who they're talking about.

"Sorry man," They tell you, patting you on the shoulder

I have no clue if they actually feel bad for me or pity me...

You turn to walk to the band room. Bridget hadn't sought you out all day... The realization only made your heart ache more. You just wanted to be anywhere she wasn't... Even if the ache was lifted for a short moment... It'd be a better feeling...

"Y/n, pull your head outta your ass," F/n whispers sharply

Shit...

You forgot you were in band class... Playing an expert from a piece for the upcoming winter concert...

"Y/n, play that again, since your head was off elsewhere," The band director says, sighing

"Dude, that's the third time you missed the entrance," F/n whispers

Oh my god what?....

You play the excerpt exquisitely.

"Everything alright Y/n?" Band director asks, "It isn't you to be off in the clouds."

"No, I'm fine, Sorry Mr. [Band director name], won't happen again," You say

You lock up your equipment in your locker and begin walking tot he exit.

"Heard your little girlfriend left you for a man," A bully steps in front of you

"Yeah, and?" You ask, trying to move to get to the exit quicker, "It's fine."

"Clearly it's bothering you," They continue to taunt, "The fact you couldn't bag the cheer captain is really bothering you."

"It really isn't," You lie, "Now move."

"Not until you admit it!" They smirk

"Hey!" F/n comes up behind you

"Shit..." The bully and their goons run off

"Come on Y/n," She grabs your hand, leading you to the exit

"Thanks buddy," You say

"You owe me food later," They say

+*+

When you get home from school, your parents greet you happily however, their expression changes when they see your blank stare.

"Honey what's the matter?" Your mom hugs you

"That... That girl that came over for Christmas...." You say, "She... She never liked me back...."

"Oh honey...." Your mom hugs you again, "Do you want me to make you your favorite meal?"

"N-no," You say, "I have work soon..."

"Here, I'll make you your favorite snack before you go then," She dashes off into the kitchen

+*+

Work was okay, to say the least, there was a rush of people right as you got in, but died down after an hour or so.

You were about to go to the back when you hear the bell hit the door.

"Welcome in-...." Your voice, chipper then trailing off

Bridget... And Hunter....

"Oh! Y/n...." Her eyes divert away from you, but still holding Hunter's hand

"Oh look, the loser is working in some dingy record store," Hunter attempts to make fun of you, "How very... low of you."

You say nothing more as they begin to browse the sections of music. You walk into the back.

"Hey M/n, there's two people out there," You say, "Would you be willing to help them out?"

"Can't you?" They ask

You shake your head without trying to break out into tears. But, they saw through you easily. He sighs as he stands from his seat.

"Alright Y/n, you go take your break," He tells you

As you sit in the chair in your manager's office, you try to clear your head.

"Hey, is Y/n back there?" Bridget's voice asks, muffled through the door

"She is, however, she is currently on a break and wishes to not be bothered," Your manager says

"Oh... Okay," She says, "This is all I'm purchasing today."

Perks of working since you were sixteen, your manager enjoys your company enough to help you when you're extremely distressed. You wait until your manager comes back.

"Care to explain Y/n?" He asks, sitting back on his seat

"Sure..." You sigh

+*+

You explain to him the entire situation: Seeing her at your gig, Homecoming, Christmas break, and even your first kiss.

"Wow...." They sigh, "Should have known she was a cheerleader. I'm honestly not surprised that she pulled something like this...."

"She didn't seem like the person to do that," You say

"Well, I guess you don't truly know a person," He says, "It's such a shame really... I've seen her a lot in the local newspaper. Seemed like such a nice person."

"She was my only distraction from the hell of this town," You say, "But it's oh well..."

"Why don't you take the rest of the night off," He says, "We're slow and you need some rest before you head off to indoor percussion this weekend."

You nod. You honestly needed the hours, but he was right. You needed to get your mind out of the gutter, the deep, deep parts of a gutter before the weekend.

"I'll tell you all about it like always when I come back," You say, "Goodnight, M/n."

"Night, Y/n," They see you out

+*+

When you get home, your parents were watching TV in the living room.

"Oh, Y/n, you're home early," Your dad says

"Boss sent me home early," You sigh

As you lay in your bed, trying to sleep, your phone dings.

I can explain. Well then, what is there to explain? I can see whatever the fuck you did with my own two eyes. Was whatever the hell we had not real enough for you?

You didn't see a reply after then....

Figures...

You out your phone onto your nightstand, and put in some ASMR to help lull you sleep....

+*+

You pack your duffle into the passenger side of your car and begin making your way to the carpool parking lot where your friends had been meeting for the last few weekends for indoor percussion season.

Please... Let me explain. Clearly you can't explain Bridget. I'm going to indoor percussion this weekend. Don't bother me....

Your friend that's in your band with you didn't do indoor percussion like you did. But, that was fine with you. You needed a fresh new surrounding and new faces to look at for a little while.

+*+

"Yo! Y/n... Whoa... You look like shit, what happened?" Your indoor friend asks

"Let's just say the person I liked did not reciprocate feelings, and I lost sleep over it," You say, putting your duffle bag into their trunk, "If you're going to ask me if I'm fine before rehearsal tonight, I'm going to be fine."

"Okay," They say, "But, if you want to talk about it.... We're here for you. You don't have to take over driving this weekend. Just contribute to gas like always. Plus, maybe nap on the way down. Maybe that'll help."

"I 'preciate it," You smile, "Come on, another weekend with indoor is upon us!"

"At least We can look forward to our usual hang outs after every rehearsal!" they say

You nod.

You hop into the backseat of your friend's car.

As your indoor friend begins driving down to the next state south, you plug in your music... Attempting to shut out the world. At least you know when you're at indoor percussion, you are able to push your emotions away until you go back at the end of the weekend.

Chapter 6

[missglittersmiles]

Noble To The Core- CH. 1

Descendants × Fem! Reader Summary: y/n has thoughts of what was when a letter addressed to her comes.

Prologue

•| ⊱ Sleepy Week ⊰ |•

Love. Oh, it's such a wonderful thing to not only feel, but to have. Love can be as plutonic as loving your friends and family or it could be romantic. There's so many ways to love as well. The language of love is as vast as the sea.

The expression of love has been dumbed down to five categories. Gift giving sounds materialistic and even crass, but it's always nice to receive something from a loved one. What makes it even more special is if it was made by hand. Acts of service is always a treat when the loved one is doing it out of the kindness of their heart. Even if they have a hard time and struggle a bit, it's the thought that makes one smile.

Then there are words of affirmation. It's always nice to hear them say how much they care even if you know. Physical touch does what words can't explain as sometimes a comforting hug can go a long way. Lastly is quality time. Spending time together always deepens the bond between two people. They could be doing the simplest thing such as having dinner or something more out there like climbing a cliff.

Love was truly one of life's greatest gifts.

So what did y/n do wrong?

Half of the isle must have heard of her break up with Hook. They had been going steady building a fine foundation for their relationship, but she went and wrecked it. The foundation was too weak so when she put her foot down for the first time, the floor broke.

Thinking more on the history of their relationship made her realize that maybe they were doomed from the start. High school relationships don't last after school, so middle school relationships don't last that long either. Would it be considered a miracle that they last nearly three years? Who knows really. The memory of how Hook shot an arrow through her heart flooded y/n's mind.

It was middle school during lunch. y/n was sitting with Carlos, it was only the two of them since the other three decided to skip school. Carlos almost followed their lead, but she knew he'd feel bad for leaving her behind at school again. There was no talking y/n out of skipping no matter how hard he and the others tried.

He told a white lie to them about how his mother found out he had been skipping school. That he's not allowed to miss another day or else he'll regret it. They moan and groan at the explanation yet ultimately let him off the hook. He didn't want them knowing that he was willingly hanging out with the resident dullard.

Even though the memory is only a few years old, y/n remembers the conversation they were having like it was yesterday. They were talking about the rumor of a ghost walking along the beach during the witching hour. It was a hot top amongst the younger residents of the isle. y/n and Carlos were simply exchanging what they had heard and their thoughts.

When a boy barged into the conversation. y/n automatically recognized who he was. Harry Hook was infamous for supposedly stabbing an older boy’s eye who had been his older sister's ex. No one is sure what parts are embellished. All that is concrete is that his older sister's ex lost an eye.

She didn't know too much about him aside from that and seeing him constantly with his two friends. Uma had blue hair and always had something to say about Mal. Gil seems nice, but has a bit of a thick skull.

Completely disregarding the conversation going on Harry turned his attention to y/n. His light blue eyes pierced into her which caused an uncomfortable pit in her stomach. Not being able to withstand the self-conscious feeling she shifted her eyes down to her sandwich. He'd go away as long as she didn't react to his words or actions. Carlos was with her too and she's sure he wouldn't let anything bad happen to her. They've always had each other's backs.

What she shouldn't have done was assume that he was there to cause her trouble or mock her just like everyone else.

Just as Carlos was going to open his mouth, the Scottish boy spoke up. "I’ve heard it said that kissing is the ‘language of love.’ Would ye care to have a conversation with me about it sometime?" Both of their eyes widened at his words, completely bewildered at what caused him to say such a thing. y/n nearly snapped her neck to look at Harry to see who he said that to.

Yet there he was looking at her with a cheeky almost shark-like smile. His eyes, they might have been the brightest thing y/n has ever seen. They were as bright as a cloudless sky yet deep as the salty sea. At that very moment his eyes were the most beautiful thing y/n has ever seen.

"Didn't you tell Mal the same thing yesterday?" Carlos questioned with a grimace. Harry huffed slightly at the accusation and pulled his eyes away from the girl to glare at Carlos, "No. I said, what does it feel like to be the most gorgeous girl in the room?" Carlos wouldn't admit it, but Harry did have a scary face that held him back from telling him to back off. What didn't help was that Harry wasn't all bark because he's seen him and Jay get in a number of fights. It was safe to say that there was a low chance of beating Harry in a fair fight.

y/n shifted her eyes back down as she spoke up. "I wouldn't be opposed to having a discussion about love with you, but you'd have to take me out to see if you're worth any time and effort." Carlos nearly popped his eyes out of his skull. Harry seemed nearly just as surprised then quickly hid it with a toothy grin.

"I know this great restaurant- my friend actually owns it."

"I have a curfew, I have to be back home before five." A sense of disappointment crawled up y/n's spine as her heart beat like a drum to hear his response. At the same time Carlos' anxiety began to simmer down.

Curfew. Not every kid had them and even then if you did have some would see you as uptight. Even then the bare minimum usually for a curfew would have been seven or eight. Five was just too early and y/n was always a 'prim and proper' person for as long as Carlos has known her. Though whether that was a good or bad thing was debatable, but today it seemed to have saved her Carlos thought.

"Tomorrow then?"

She suddenly sucked in a large amount of air through her nose. Holding her breath she responded with a yes. "Great, meet me at the dock tomorrow at one."

Just like that y/n was indoctrinated into Uma's group. Since Harry is closely followed by Uma and Gil.

y/n didn't care too much about Mal's thoughts on the matter. Evie and Jay's opinions didn't matter either. All that she was worried about was Carlos. His group has finally found a reason to distance themselves from her aside from being a wet blanket. Mal can call her a traitor, two-faced, and prissy dullard all she wants. Carlos is the only one that was really friends with her.

The two had a conversation about the sudden shift in the group. It was surprisingly short with Carlos expressing that he was honestly fine with everything as long as she was alright. Which made y/n happy to hear that she hadn't lost her only friend for a boy she wasn't even too sure about at that time. That happiness was dampened when he explained that they couldn't hang out or even talk publicly.

As much as it hurt her to hear that, she understood. You wouldn't want to stand up for the local self-righteous dunce that is supposedly a traitor. It would give you a weird look and maybe even a target for some bullying.

Slowly they began drifting apart, leading y/n to regularly visit Ursula's Fish and Chips. There were a few times they hung out like the good old days, but those were far and few between.

Everything felt so flowery being around Hook. Things seemed a little brighter. This was something new and exciting. Then there were those moments of tenderness that pop up ever so often that made everything sweeter.

As sweet as it was, they'd always be shortly followed by a sour taste. Hook seemed more interested in working with his crew which was fine for the most part. y/n can understand that the world doesn't revolve around her. Still it made her a little sour whenever she gathered the courage to ask to do something together and be turned down because he has business with the crew.

She took up a job as a cook at Ursula's Fish and Chips to just be around him a little more. Maybe even try to build some sort of connection with his two closest friends. Which seemed to work slowly. It wasn't uncommon for her to be the butt of a joke or a victim to a prank. She always laughed it off. The last thing she needed was to show vulnerability and make the crew think she couldn't take a joke. That sour taste would permeate to her mouth as she'd listen to Hook laugh along with the others. She'd try to tell herself that she was being too soft like everyone said. She needed to toughen up.

Though what turned everything from a candy sour to a spoiled milk was the flirting. Hook couldn't just keep his mouth shut. y/n doesn't need to hear him spout some cheesy line to a customer. She doesn't want to hear how he thinks some other person's face looks pretty. Angry jealousy would silently build up within her before being put out like a fire. Was there something wrong with her? Was she being too possessive? Did he really mean what he said to that person?

Even after she admitted how uncomfortable it was seeing him openly flirting with others. He just cupped her face in his hands and said, "You're so cute when you're jealous." He never answered if he meant what he said. It felt like he was dancing around the topic rather than taking it head on.

She should have stood her ground rather than being drawn in with his pretty words and eyes. It was stupid. She was stupid.

Breaking things off seemed like a good idea when they were arguing. They needed to back off and give each other some time, but she nearly forgot that her "friends" were really his. She had cut off any semblance of a friendship with someone that wasn't her family. Did that mean she was really an outcast now?

Who wanted to be around a boring prissy dullard? No one. No one aside from Carlos maybe. Though that was a big maybe and y/n frankly didn't want to be rejected. She couldn't mentally take the risk of being turned down by possibly the only one she had left. She didn't want to learn if everyone else on this island thought of her as annoying. Not even hate, just annoyed by her presence.

Right after the break up, she quit her job at Ursula's and with nothing else to do laid in bed. She's tried converting all these pent up negative emotions into her drawings, but it has become so draining. Writing her feelings out was just as tiring. So she slept and slept. She was over sleeping so much that her older brother called her Sleeping Schlump. She couldn't be called Sleeping Beauty because she had no beauty to begin with. Of course her mom told her brother off for saying such a thing.

As much as y/n hated her older brother and thought he was the textbook definition of ignorance. He was right. She was sleeping away the days and didn't care right now.

y/n had always felt somewhat alone but this seemed like a new level. There wasn't anyone waiting for her to come hangout with. There probably wasn't anyone outside her family who cared about her. Maybe she'd be forgotten to rot away in her bed. Sleep until she doesn't wake up.

Then one morning there was frantic knocking at her door. She could hear her mom's muffled voice come from the other side. Telling her to get up and that she has a letter. The thought of what it could contain was mystifying to an extent just not enough to get her out of bed.

"Who is it from?" y/n asked as loudly as she could.

"It's from Auradon. These people from outside the isle came and handed this letter saying it was for you. We haven't read it since it's yours."

With that information y/n rolled out of bed to see what it was about. Opening the door with a creek, her mother handed her a scroll. Even before she touched it she could tell that it was expensive. Once it was in her hands her mom quickly said, "Come downstairs to read it. Me and your dad want to know what it says."

y/n wanted to huff out a small laugh at how nosey her mom was, but she could understand. Anyone would be curious to know the contents of the letter. They made their way downstairs and into the living room where y/n sat down on the worn-out couch.

Slowly she opened the scroll as if it was an ancient text that could fall apart at the slightest pull. Then quickly realized that she was holding it sideways before holding it upright. She read over what it said which put a puzzled expression on her face. "What does it say?" Her mom asked scooching closer to y/n to read what was written.

Speaking up y/n's voice sounded confused as if she still didn't understand what it meant. "It's an…acceptance letter for Auradon Prep?"

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Darling

Captain Hook x Reader

Tw: canon-typical violence, canon compliant, mention of drawn blood, angst, jealousy

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Currently, Hook's renewed Jolly Roger was being faced off by the Unraveler yet again, who came with his own new and improved ship, that he likely acquired in a manner of minutes rather than with the hours of care Hook's crew had put into his own vessel.

Ever the valiant one, Hook wasted no time throwing himself back into a captain's role and commanded a spyglass from a member of his faithful crew.

"Let's see what tricks the lubber has now-"

The captain stiffened upon looking through his spyglass and his throat bobbed a great lump.

Your brows drew together in concern, immediately picking up on his faltered state. "Hook? Is something wrong?"

"No. No, it's nothing." He replied flippantly, "Nothing to be unnerved about."

Hisame's pale hand swiped the device from him, sneering. "Fool. If you're rattled it's obviously something we need to know." He looked through the spyglass for a moment, but his face became perplexed. "They have a girl."

"Like, a hostage?" you asked.

"Doesn't seem to be. She's consorting with the Unraveler in the open."

"Let me see." Hisame handed the spyglass off to you and you began scanning the ship. The first thing you noticed of course, was the Unraveler with his stark white features against the crew of black clothes. It made sense with what you knew of him, he'd want to stand out amongst the world he deemed himself a god over. 

He seemed to notice you too, smirking before he called to someone yet unseen. When they came up you mentally flinched. It was a girl. And something about her appearance was so distinct from even the Unraveler that it prompted you to get a closer look. Adjusting the spyglass you focused more on her face and dress.

She couldn't have been much older than you, a young woman probably entering college or just leaving it. A fair complexion with a few stray freckles on her face. Pink and full lips, very womanly. Dark hair falling to her shoulders in ringlets. She wore a bright blue dress but no shoes.

"Wendy Darling..." you said, lowering the spyglass. Flowing through your mind were countless memories of the heroine portrayed in the pages of your old books and in the faces of the movies adapting them. And then the more recent ones of the faceless and yet presumably cold woman who had broken Hook's heart. You knew she existed and yet you never thought you'd be able to meet her. Especially like this.

You looked over to Hook, who was paler than usual. His face flushed as he used his hat to fan himself.

"...Captain?" Your call made him look up with wide eyes. You hated to see him so... vulnerable. Well, against his will. A million thoughts must have been running through his head right now. A million memories. But now was the time to act, and act fast. "What should we do?"

He shifted his gaze elsewhere, "We...we persist. But be ready for anything. This is still the Unraveler we're dealing with; a familiar face may very well be another opponent."

He’s obviously still very shaken up. But what else can you do but follow him? If there’s anything Hook excels at, it’s leadership under pressure. He’d walk this blind if he had to. At least, you hope so. 

It isn’t long before the Unraveler deploys his men to overtake your ship. They come in swinging, clashing their swords with Hook’s men. Many try to overpower Hook himself, but he’d knocked the swords from their hands with his skilled parries and thrusts. One man had come up and grabbed hold of Hook’s sword arm, cocking his own arm back to deliver a punch before Grimm had come in from the other side to knock him down with a swipe of his heavy claws. Hook grinned and slapped his back, to which the wolfman gave a scoff but assumed a smirk full of pride when he went off to ward off more attackers.

You felt yourself smile. It was nice to see Hook be himself again, especially after such a rattling development. But that didn’t mean your foes would be deterred. Few men came after you, approaching more methodically than they did your comrades. It was likely the Unraveler still had use for you and ordered that they take care not to damage a possible asset. You weren't as skilled as Hook with your sword, but you made use of your size by dodging and slipping under the bigger men and redistributing your weight along with the direction of your sword to fend them off with swift and heavy strikes. And they just kept coming! As if you were a capoeira champion, you made sure to keep light on your feet, no matter how weary you felt yourself getting.

Hook glances over at you in the middle of his own fight. He feels his heart race in an unpleasant way at seeing you grow sluggish. He cursed himself for not teaching you more in melee combat. It also didn’t seem like you were doing a very good job at handling them permanently. Almost like it was a second instinct not to hurt or maim but to defend. No matter how dire the situation, he supposed he couldn’t fault you for being an inherently caring person. It isn’t just something you could unlearn… at least not so fast.

As the man in front of him lifts his arms up with his sword, foolishly giving Hook an opening, the pirate ran his own sword through his stomach. He kicked the wounded man down and ran over to you. He was halfway there when suddenly–

Clang!

Whether it be luck or pure instinct, Hook had blocked the Unraveler’s sword in time. “Going somewhere, old friend?”

His cerulean eyes widened before going cold with a sneer. “We’re friends now, are we?” Hook twisted his sword and shoved him backward. The Unraveler slid back but stood his ground before going in once more to parry him.

“Of, course! There’s an unspoken bond between a hero and his villain. Maybe even more than their damsels, wouldn’t you say?” the Unraveler said.

Hook only growled in response as he delivered a particularly harsh blow against his sword. 

The Unraveler snickered, “Struck a nerve, did I? What’s the matter? I thought you’d be happy to see Wendy again-”

“Wendy is dead to me!” This time, he actually managed to cut the white-haired man, who made a surprised yelp when his cheek was grazed by his opponents’ sword. His hold loosened on his swords’ grip and Hook quickly knocked it from his hands, catching his collar by his hook and raising his sword to run him through.

Clang! His arm jerks back at a sudden force and his gaze is drawn to the swift passing of a blue gown. He takes notice his own sword has been flung across the ship deck. The scraping of metal on wood draws everyone’s attention to the fight in the middle of the deck; it’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

You look agape at the shocking scene before you: James Hook has the end of a sword to his throat. Your gaze travels down the blade and the woman behind the guard. Wendy holds her weapon assuredly as she assumes an almost pouty expression. Her dark blue eyes stun him in place as his throat bobs with the contact of her blade. That familiar flushed look is on his face. The Unraveler is down, clutching his sore wrist as he smirks up at them.

“Thank you for making this easy for me.” She remarks coldly. But there’s a hint of something else in her tone you can’t place. Either way, the image before you is sobering and your eyes dart to the closest man in front of you. Your blade is still placed over his, and a small pull and thrust to his neck has him gushing and gasping, grasping at his neck while you turn away, taking a running start at Wendy.

You hear Grimm and Hisame call out to you but your blood rushes to your ears as you harshly bump your shoulder against Wendy’s and away from Hook.

“Y/N!” He took a step forward after you but once again was cut off by a punch from the Unraveler.

“We’re not done!” The Unraveler hissed.

As the two fought, both you and Wendy had managed to get yourselves up to the deck stairs. Wendy regains her footing quickly and shoves you back down. You clumsily stumble down but place one foot atop a stair and one back on deck.

Wendy stands above you at the very top. The sun halos her hair, the light giving it a distinct shine. She frowns, sticking her chin out while looking down at you. She is authoritative in a very British noblewoman sort of way, even with the trace of dirt and wetness at the ends of her dress. Still, she’s more than antagonistic, especially with the way she apprehended Hook earlier. You wouldn’t put it past her to be poised to kill.

So you would have to… 

You would have to kill Wendy…

“You’re wearing one of my gowns.” She suddenly announces. Somehow, her voice is louder than the chaos occurring behind you both, which sounds almost muted when you focus on her and her alone.

You look down at your nightgown. It’s a satiny red that’s sheer near the bottom. You never took much notice of it, but now blowing in the wind against your legs, you do feel a bit exposed.

You clear your throat awkwardly, “I never took you for a 'red’ type of girl.”

“Neither did I…” Her eyes dart briefly over to where you assume Hook is. But you don’t take your eyes off her for a moment. She was definitely more skilled than you. Any slip up could mean certain doom.

Her lips then pull up in a sneer, “So did you have fun in it?”

“Excuse me?”

“Was he…able to provide you a swell time without cutting you up.”

You feel your cheeks burn at the implications, but your mouth runs before you can think. “You’d be surprised. Hook is very skilled with his hands.”

Now it’s her turn to blush. In fact her face almost glows pink. It nearly matches Hooks own expression toward her. And for some reason that sickens you.

“Ha! That’s putting it heavily. I much prefer the light touch of a gentleman.”

“I bet you would, darling.”

Her lips tighten up with an ugly scrunch of her nose. She flicks her wrist to flash her sword in the light. The gleam of it draws your gaze to the blade. A warning. You hold your own blade assuredly, bringing it in front of you.

You advance up the stairs and thrust your sword against hers. 

Swinging your sword around, you chase her over the upper deck, likely breaking and scraping little fixtures in the ship with your assault. When it seems like you have her, you bring your sword down again. She jumps back as she parries you, and when she leans in close, she thrusts again. Your body moves before your sword, flinching away from her swift strikes. At some points your weapon drags across the floor. You can feel the adrenaline rush from earlier wearing off. The tilt of the floor below you, along with the sun’s beating heat, is making you loopy.

Wendy takes notice of this, smirking. “You don’t even have what it takes to be a pirate.” She turns her left arm and strikes down at your leg. You cry out rather loudly, the stinging pain of being cut way harsher than expected. You hop back as she advances and you’re both going down the other flight of stairs.

The crowd behind you makes way subconsciously. Hook looks over with worry as he fends off the Unraveler. “Two women fighting over you – exciting isn’t it?” His opponent’s taunts fall on deaf ears.

You continue to backup, swinging wildly at Wendy. But she’s too confident. Too bold. She’s sure she will win. And for a moment, you think she might too.

The heel of your foot then catches on something big and you fall on your back. You turn your head, nearly lurching at the sight. Slumped over is the newly dead body of the man who’s throat you slit a moment before. His eyes are rolled upward, mouth slack and open. His chin and neck are coated in his own blood. You turn away just in time to see Wendy raising her sword overhead.

“Don’t worry.” she coos, her voice rising in glee. “Leave Hook to me.”

You hear him scream out of earshot, “Wendy!!!”

Without thinking you lunge for her middle, tackling her down with a newfound fierceness. Her sword flies from her hands. You make a grab for her neck, effectively throttling her and banging her head against the hardwood. She flips you over, about to do the same but you reel your knee back and send her flying off with a harsh kick.

She scrambles for purchase but you’re not finished, grabbing her by her hair and wrenching her up to her feet so you could cock your fist back and slug her across the face. 

“You brute!” Wendy shrieked. Her eyes squinted in anger with her jaw tightened and teeth clenched. She slaps you roughly before pulling at your hair as well. Her actions are that of a young angry woman, flailing and jerking about as she attacks you. Her blows still hurt, but she isn’t as methodical as before. And that’s your in.

“Y/N!” When Hook calls your name, your arm sticks out almost on instinct. You feel something cold and ribbed land in your palm. You curl your hand around the grip and jam the dagger into Wendy’s stomach. Her hands still in your hair, clench harshly, making you wince. You look into her wide blue eyes that trailed down to the blooming red in her dress. Her mouth hung open, taking in sharp little gasps at the sight. Her hands fell from your head, and after a beat, she went slack on your dagger. 

You ripped it from her body, letting her fall with a heavy thud.

Her death marks a gradual hush of the deck. Hook looks on, his eyes upon the body with an unreadable expression. Grimm and Hisame stand speechless as well. And finally, The Unraveler makes an expression that portrays genuine befuddlement at the scene before him: his heroine laid to death by the presumably meek and passive fledgling Reader he kidnapped just days before.

“I can fix this…” he mutters, backing up from Hook. “...I can always just … write her back to life later.”

Immediately he pulls out a book and reads him and all his men away and to their ship. Even Wendy’s body is nowhere to be found.

The pirates of the Jolly Roger cheer but it’s white noise in your ears. You feel yourself give in to the fatigue from the fight, stumbling backward and into a mast. The boys rush to your aid, coming at you from all sides. In your waning vision, you see Hook reach out to you before it all goes black.

—

When you wake up, you’re in his bed. Not the private room he gave you, but his own quarters. There’s maps lined up on the wall, and jewels and treasures placed around miscellaneously. 

You barely have time to process anything else before two sturdy arms envelope you in a tight hug. You feel yourself grin at the sudden greeting, but begin to groan when he presses kisses all along your face.

You lighty shove him back, “Augh, Hook… lemme go!”

His grin is unmistakable to place, even in his voice.

“Never, darling, never!”

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Cruel Summer Ch. 2

Cruel Summer Series (Coming Soon) | Chapter 1 | Donations | Thoughts & Feelings

You looked down at your lap, “yeah…that's why I’m waiting on a text, I told him last night that I wanted to be more than friends with benefits…I’m falling in love with him! You should see the things he does! And the things he says to me!” you got up and walked over to your bag, “anytime we have dinner together, he always makes me a paper ring, every time.” you pulled out the small clear container full of cute colorful paper rings made from different menus. “Okay, that's some wedding reception bridal party speech shit,” she raised an eyebrow. “That is seriously so cute.” you smiled pulling out a little notebook, “he even drew this cute little archway, from the spot where we first kissed one night in New York...on Cornelia Street.” you bit your lip grinning down at the drawing he’d made for you.

“Ready?” Your assistant brought you back from your mind. “I…” you let out a huff of air before the door opened and you ran out on stage grinning and waving at the crowd again. Megan, your assistant, who’d been with you since the beginning of your acting career, watched on the monitor in the back.

You grinned watching the crowd go wild as you laughed softly. “Wow…you know you guys are just amazing. Truly. I had no idea you’d be so much fun!” you laughed again as they cheered. “I wanted to take a moment before I started my surprise songs for the evening.” you laughed as they cheered louder. “You guys mean so much to me...my music, you know, is how I communicate a lot of what I'm feeling, what I'm going through, and expressing everything I can’t bring myself to say.” You smiled looking up at the nosebleed sections as they clapped and whistled.

You bit your lip a little as you laughed softly, “So…tonight's special because….” you couldn’t even get the words out as the crowd roared in excitement. “I think it’s just better if I show you! So, if you could turn your attention to the screen behind me,” you said, turning toward the screen, as the new album cover rolled out of the screen, you grinned, tears brimming your eyes as the crowd screamed out in excitement. Looking at everyone and walking away from the microphone to just take in the moment as everyone snapped photos, recorded you.

You looked out over the crowd, locking eyes with Chris again; his girlfriend was jumping up and down beside him, screaming excitedly, but he stared at you, smiling softly like he was proud of you. You looked away before walking back over to the microphone. “I had planned to sing you guys a very nice surprise song…but I’ve changed my mind….I’m going to debut a song off my new album!” you grinned and started to strum the guitar in your hands.

“Make sure nobody sees you leave

Hood over your head, keep your eyes down

Tell your friends you're out for a run

You'll be flushed when you return

Take the road less traveled by

Tell yourself you can always stop

What started in beautiful rooms

Ends with meetings in parking lots

And that's the thing about illicit affairs

And clandestine meetings and longing stares

It's born from just one single glance

But it dies, and it dies, and it dies

A million little times”

You laid beside him in bed, laughing as he told joke after joke, enjoying each and every moment with him. “I have a present for you,” you told him as you kissed his shoulder, before sitting up and wrapping the sheet around you as you moved over to your bag and pulled out a small box. You gave it to him and watched as he opened it. “Y/N….you didn’t,” he chuckled, pulling out the small burgundy bottle. “I can’t believe it. Is it the same one we saw in that shop?” he grinned as you nodded and curled up beside him again. “I knew how much you loved it, so I went back the next day and bought it.” you said softly as he leaned down kissing you deeply.

“I can’t believe it, this was the same cologne my grandfather always wore. I can never ever find it." He smiled and kissed you again. “That's because it’s discontinued. But you have this bottle, you can always keep it on your bathroom shelf,” you whispered as he smiled down at you. “This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten baby, thank you” he kissed you passionately pulling you into his embrace.

“Leave the perfume on the shelf

That you picked out just for him

So you leave no trace behind

Like you don't even exist

Take the words for what they are

A dwindling, mercurial high

A drug that only worked

The first few hundred times

And that's the thing about illicit affairs

And clandestine meetings and stolen stares

They show their truth one single time

But they lie, and they lie, and they lie

A million little times”

Chris held a playful grin on his features as he stood on one side of the island as you stood on the other, giggling, a can of whip cream in hand as he held chocolate syrup. “If I disarm myself….are you gonna disarm yourself?” he smirked, raising an eyebrow. You laughed nodding, “Yes! But you put yours down first!” you bit your lip as he began to lower his, suddenly he squirted you with chocolate syrup all over you as you sprayed him with whip cream laughing loudly.

He darted around the island, laughing as you wiggled against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. “Wanna call a truce Kid?” you laughed and nodded as you pressed your lips to his nose. “Truce.” you said softly. “Truce.” he smiled and bent down kissing you deeply again.

“ And you wanna scream

Don't call me "kid"

Don't call me "baby"

Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

You showed me colors

You know I can't see with anyone else

Don't call me "kid"

Don't call me "baby"

Look at this idiotic fool that you made me

You taught me a secret language

I can't speak with anyone else

And you know damn well

For you, I would ruin myself

A million little times”

As the song came to an end, tears brimmed your eyes again and you kept your head down for a moment trying to will them away. The crowd erupted in cheers, applause, and screams. You looked up smiling at everyone as they continued to cheer. As you looked out through the crowd, your eyes landed on him again. He stared back at you with an expression you didn’t quite recognize. He looked away from you and whispered something to his girlfriend before walking off.

You smiled at the crowd and waved as you looked around, suddenly you dove into the stage and began getting ready for the next set. You looked at Megan as she eyeballed you. “You were not supposed to sing a song off that album. It doesn't even come out for two more damn months!” She sighed checking your social media’s. “Oh my god…..it's…everyone loved it.” she looked at you as you smirked “yeah….not everyone loved it.” you walked over getting on the platform in your final outfit of the night, “Let’s go make some memories,” you took a deep breath. Something felt better within your heart. He was finally understanding how he crushed you.

Coming up on stage, you grinned as the crowd knew what album you were singing from next. You laughed to yourself as the music started and they began to clap and jump around. You stood there in a blinged out tshirt dress, a fuzzy jacket and your diamond thigh high boots. You sang your heart out, dancing, smiling and waving at the crowd. You barely met Chris’s eye line again and when the show ended, you took your time bowing and waving around to the crowd as they cheered and applauded you.

“What an excellent show tonight!” Megan grinned at you as you walked backstage smiling softly. “I agree, it was great.” your head snapped around at the sound of his voice. Chris stood there, the petite brunette clinging to his side. The air was thick and the tension could be cut with a knife between the two of you. “Chris, hey!” you tried to snap out of it quickly. You smiled at him and his girlfriend. “Hi there! Did you enjoy the show?” you smiled asking her. “Hi! Hello! Sorry! I'm Ali!!” She grinned darting toward you.

You gasped as she hugged you tightly. “Ali!” Chris snapped, pulling her off of you. You looked behind you as the guards came running, “No it's fine. She’s just excited, it's okay, really I know them, they're friends of mine.” you smiled at the guards as they nodded and stood off to the side keeping an eye on her. “We’re friends?!” She giggled as Chris rolled his eyes a little. “You are my idol! I love everything you’ve ever done! Your music helped me through some very dark times in my life, you have no idea how much you mean to me.” Ali said quickly. You smiled sweetly at her. “Aw, Thank you Ali, yes of course we’re friends.” You grinned at her. “Why don’t I go get changed and we can hang out for a little bit,” you stated, looking from her to him. Ali turned to Chris and clasped her hands together. “Oh my gosh, can we Chris?? Can we please?!” she begged as he let out a breath, “uh yeah, but I'm sure Y/N’s real tired so we don’t wanna keep her up all night okay?” he smiled as she jumped up and down excitedly.

“Um, we’re staying across the street, The Inn at Meadowbrook, why don’t you come by and we can all grab some dinner at the restaurant in the lobby and then hang out on the back patio. It’s gated, no paps.” Chris smiled at you as Ali grinned. “It’ll be great!!” she watched as you laughed softly “yeah, absolutely, I’ll go change and meet you guys there.” you said as they smiled and left.

Megan followed you as you walked back to your dressing room. “Do you really think this is a good idea? Hanging out with him and her?” she asked as you entered the room. “It’ll be fine, I’m fine, and it might lead the press away from what else I’m working on.” you said smiling as you grabbed your lounge clothes and got changed. “I guess…just worry about what’s going to be said.” Megan sighed as you smiled softly. “It’s okay, just relax, and take the night off.” You walked out of the building, getting into your car quickly hearing fans screaming for you.

You’d managed to get inside the hotel without being seen and walked into the restaurant, noting how empty it was. “Rented it out for the night,” Chris said, coming up behind you. You turned and looked at him, looking him up and down. Dark blue jeans adorned his lower half, while a black t-shirt and red plaid button down fit his torso perfectly.

He stretched out his arms and pulled you into a hug. For a split second you wanted to bury your face into his neck and remember how it felt to be curled up with him. But, you knew better than that now. You knew he didn’t actually care about you.

You pushed yourself back and smiled softly at him, “best we don’t try anything other than a friendly handshake.” He threw his head back a little and gave you a “ah, I understand” before holding his hand out. You slipped your hand in his, holding it a moment longer than you should have before finally dropping it. “We can sit anywhere,” he spoke into the looming silence. “Oh, well why don’t we wait for-“ “hey!!!” Ally’s voice shot through the Restaurant loudly causing you to flinch slightly.

“Ugh couldn’t find the shoes I wanted to wear but it seems here my little Chrissy wrissy bear had put them in his suitcase!” She laughed, wrapping her arms around his as he stuck his hands in his pockets. “Oh, isn’t that sweet?” You commented with a smile. Dinner was going to be….great.

Once seated, by a window per Ali’s request, you began looking over the menu. “They have a fantastic burger and fries here as well as an awesome tenderloin,” Chris told you, causing you to look up at him. “God you can be so dumb Chris,” Ali laughed and shook her head “don’t listen to him. He doesn’t realize what us girls go through to stay in such perfect shape. They had a great grilled chicken salad,” she buried herself back in her menu, before she set it down. “Be right back gotta run to the little girls room,” she kissed Chris’s cheek and got up leaving the two of you at the table.

You set your menu down and let out a small sigh, “I think I’m going to get my dinner to go…I’m pretty exhausted and…” “Ali’s a lot. I know. She’s not normally like this…..well she is but it’s usually much more toned down. Why don’t I go talk to her and you order?” Chris said as he stood. You sighed “Chris…does she even know about us?” You asked softly. He looked down before he shook his head. “No, I’ve never told anyone.”

You sat back and watched him walk toward the bathrooms, why were you doing this to yourself? You felt that familiar pain upon hearing, “No, I never told anyone.” He was the one who had your heart in a Vice grip, even now, and you thought having dinner with him and her was a good idea? You were clearly insane.

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You woke up Tuesday afternoon after your plane landed you decided to take a nap in your hotel room. But you woke up to your head feeling like it weighed a thousand pounds. A stuffy nose, and a horrible cough. After realizing you are officially sick your brother Katsuyori called you to check to make sure you were alright. You didn’t want to bother him so you said you were fine and not to worry about you. Not even five minutes later your boyfriend HOOK called you asking the same thing. And he said not to lie to him. You told him your symptoms and he said he would be there in less than an hour.

*an hour later*

HOOK arrived at your hotel room door and he did not come alone. He brought your big brother with him. Your brother right away told you to get back in bed and that himself and HOOK would take care of you until you feel better. You rolled your eyes knowing they will NOT leave until you actually do feel better. So you went back to bed. HOOK got all the medicine you needed to take and made sure you took it. Your brother came back in the room with two cold wash rags. One for your head and then one for the back of your neck. You brother then proceeded to put on a show of your choice and laid down on the other couch. While HOOK cuddled with you. After awhile of watching your favorite show you fell asleep in HOOK’s arms.