#i yell in my hide as i quietly sit and fume while having to fix a costume that an actor TORE. because it ‘was sewn together’

[wedontdeservethestars]

If you EVER think actors can’t get dumber. Yes they can

[astronomoney]

IDK if you're still taking requests or not, but the latest fix on D. Wayne was 😍🥰. For part 2 can you add the prompts 11 from fluff, 6 from angst and 20 from neutral pretty please?����🥺

Pairing: Damian Wayne x fem!reader (age 16ish)

Prompts: Prompt list ☁︎11- “Hey hey hey, it’s ok i’m here. It’s just me ok, you’re safe.” ᜊ6- “I don’t care about you anymore.” “i’m starting to think you never did.” ⚛︎20-“Please be quite, i can’t even hear myself losing my will to live.”

Summary: After the fight you had with Damian things have been tense but sometimes bottling up your emotions only make things worse (i can’t do summary’s to save my life) enemies-to-lovers because i’m a sucker for that shit

Warnings: Blood, swearing, kinda character death i guess, Damian being a dick as always, angsty teens being angsty teens

A/n: this is a part 2 but you can find part 1 here once again this took waaaay to long to write literally i could not figure out what to do but whatever because i did it and i’m proud of myself for it (Masterlist)

Word count: 3k jeez these are getting longer

Tag list: @battlenix @pleasestophoney wow look at that multiple tags

Part 1

Love and War pt2

Spending spring break in Wayne manor had its ups and downs. Ups included a huge library in the south wing, delicious homemade meals every day, and the best water pressure you’d ever experienced. The downs included 8 hours of training daily, getting lost while trying to find a bathroom, and having to spend way too much time with your arch enemy.

Technically he's not your enemy. At least he’s not supposed to be. After the fight you had last week you couldn’t be sure. You’d had fights with Damian before but this felt different. Usually after a fight he'd sulk for a few hours but then it would go back to normal, but this time it didn’t go back to normal. Damian had been avoiding you for almost 8 days.

You knew the fight ended too soon and you both had more to say but if he was going to act like a child and ignore you then you weren't going to stop him. You still had to patrol with him but it was considerably quieter. The manor was big enough for the both of you and after a few days you'd figured out his schedule and how to get around him. Tim let you train with him, so as long as you stayed on your side of the gym and Damian stayed on his you didn't have to interact with him at all.

It wasn't until the 4th day of break that you had to talk to him. Bruce had to go meet with the league for the day so training ended early. You had a couple hours before dinner and decided reading would be the best use of that time. You walked down one of the many hallways lazily dragging your hand along the wall until you reached a door. You couldn't remember exactly where you were but you were about 75% sure there was a couch in this room, so you pushed the door open.

Inside you found tall ceilings paired with dark wallpaper, a tall window with the thin white curtains pushed out of the way, and a couch. Actually it was three couches but after 4 days staying here you'd gotten used to the large number of furniture that was there for no reason.

The couches formed a square with the open side facing the window lined wall. The first two couches were empty but when you stepped farther inside the room you saw someone sitting on the third one. Of course the one room you picked to go into also happened to be the one room Damian was sitting in. He looked up from his sketchbook and immediately frowned.

There were two options in front of you. You could back out of the room and leave him be but then you'd be backing down from something that might not even turn into a fight which made you seem weak so really you were left with only one choice. You straighten your back and closed the door behind you, officially leaving you in a room alone with Damian for the first time since the fight. You walked over to the couch facing the windows head on and sat down on the side farthest from him. He watched you the whole time but you paid him no attention, instead you simply opened your book and began reading.

You felt his eyes leave your form and you let out a quiet breath. You heard a page turn and a  pencil being dragged lightly across paper. It had been over a week but nothing seemed to be getting better between you and him. Patrols were a nightmare beforehand but now that he'd switched from constant criticism to almost no comments you found that you preferred the former.

Damian's pencil against the paper was the only sound in the room and yet the silence seemed so loud. You hated it. You hated having to avoid him all the time. You hated not being able to talk to him anymore. You hated how far away he felt even when he was right next to you. Above all you hated that you didn't hate him as much as you used to.

You never realized how much you talked to him until you didn't. It was a weird feeling to miss someone when you hadn't even known you cared about them. You honestly just wanted to apologize and let things get back to normal but as you sat there staring at your book you couldn't bring yourself to say anything.

After three to many nightmares where Damian got hurt, you finally realized how badly you needed him back. So you took a deep breath, swallowed your pride, opened your mouth, and prayed to god that something would come out.

"Look-"

"Damian-" you both spoke at the same time. "Sorry, you go first." You apologized.

"No you can go first." He replied almost nervously. That couldn't be right, he never got nervous.

"Uh I was just going to say, well i've been thinking lately,"

"You?" He asked sarcastically.

"Oh haha really funny. Will you just listen for a goddamn second." He was not making this easy. "I know we haven't been talking much ever since, well you know and uhh." You couldn't find the right way to word it. You were still too stubborn to outright apologize but you knew he would never say sorry unprompted. "You've just seemed... off, lately and if it has something to do with me-"

"It doesn't." He cut you off. "I'm not 'off' and even if I was you definitely wouldn't be the cause." His expression was blank but calculated.

"Well jeez you don't have to be so rude about it." You sneered back at him. "What were you trying to say anyway." So much for your apology.

"I've convinced father to change our partners." His voice was flat and he seemed bored with the conversation.

"You what?" You stood up. You couldn't believe he actually did that without talking to you first.

He stood up as well and was a few inches higher than you. "We don't work well together, you can't tell me you don't agree."

"I don't! We've been a great team! Remember the Penguin pen raid or Mr Freeze's death ray thingy." you exaggerated your point by waving our hands through the air. "We stopped those. Together. You can't just go around changing things without asking me first!" You were fuming.

"Sure I can! We only stopped those villains because of what I did, you just got in the way." he pointed at you.

Here we go again, the blame game. The endless cycle of 'he did this she did that'. You were so sick of it. "That's bullshit and you know it. I can hold my own on the field just as well as you can. And you know what! I don't even want to be your partner anymore."

"Neither do I! You can go play hero with someone else while I do all the real work. I never wanted you on the team in the first place!" He stared you down and if you weren't so fired up you'd probably be intimidated.

"God you're so annoying!” You threw your hands up in frustration. “You think you're so great and no one can even come close to you but in reality you're exactly like the rest of us!"

What were you doing? This wasn't what you wanted. You wanted to apologize and make things right but now here you were screaming at him again. You almost couldn't help it. Fighting him gave you a sort of rush that you craved. It was like a drug and you were addicted to the pain. You didn't want to fight him but it was the closest thing to a conversation you'd had in over a week and at this point it was enough to satisfy your need.

"I'm going to prove that i'm better than you. I'll do it on my own too!" You told him.

"Go ahead and try! You can do whatever you want because I don't care about you anymore."

You stepped back, stood as tall as you could without going on your tiptoes and took a breath. "I'm starting to think you never did." You said calmly, it seemed to catch him off guard and he didn't retaliate. You grabbed your book and turned towards the door. Dick was standing there, completely still and staring at you and Damian.

"Woah." He said awkwardly. He clearly didn't know how to handle the situation he'd just stumbled on.

You pushed past him and into the hallway. Tears were building up in the corners of your eyes so you had to move fast, the last thing you needed right now was for them to see you cry. 

Damian watched you walk out before turning around and groaning. "I can't believe her," he muttered to himself. "I'm starting to think you never did. That doesn't even make sense."

"Because... you do care about her?" Dick asked. It probably wasn't the best choice of words.

Damian looked back at him with an almost offended expression. "That's ridiculous! I don't care about her, that was basically the whole point of our conversation."

"Was that a conversation? The part of that 'conversation' I saw seemed more like her yelling at you and then you... yelling back." He stated the obvious.

"That was completely her fault," Damian defended. He seemed angry but it wasn't his usual kind. Usually it was directed at someone or something and usually that thing would get acquainted with his katana but this time he was mad at himself and he couldn't understand why. "I don't care about her." He repeated quietly almost trying to remind himself more than anything.

You spent the rest of the day hiding in the guest room. You planned on staying there forever and letting yourself fade out of existence but the universe had other plans. 3 hours, 5 episodes of your favorite show, and a nest made of blankets later you got a call from Tim asking you to come to the cave.

He didn't tell you why he needed you, he just said to meet him in the lower level of the cave so when you got there you were very surprised to find him and Damian standing in the hallway. You groaned internally and considered turning around and just walking away but Tim spotted you before you could. Damian's back was to you so he didn't know who it was until he turned around and you saw his face fall.

'Nice to see you too asshole' You thought to yourself, walking over to stand near him but still keeping your distance. "What did you need?" You asked, wanting to get out of there as soon as humanly possible. You kept your eyes ahead trying not to look at Damian and you had the feeling he was doing the same.

The entire mood of the dimly lit hallway had shifted from the moment you locked eyes with him and the tension was noticeable. Tim looked between the two of you before clearing his throat and bringing the attention back to him. "I actually don't need anything."

"So then why did you call telling me to come down here?" Damian asked, clearly annoyed that Tim was wasting his time.

Tim smirked in response and opened the door before Jason, who was behind you apparently, pushed you both into the room before either of you could react. You landed on top of Damian with a grunt. Once you realized you were on top of him you felt your cheeks turn red and you stood up quickly. You could have sworn you saw the slightest bit of a blush on him but you were too preoccupied with the now locked door to think about too much.

"Ok love birds here's the deal, you're petty hormone fueled fighting is driving us crazy and now we're doing something about it." Jason told you from the other side of the small glass window. "We said you were gonna lock you in a room until you figured out how to get along and now we're following through." he smirked.

"I swear to god if you lock me in this room with him,"  you motioned towards Damian, "I will drop kick you into the sun."

"If you let us out now maybe I won't kill you," Damian threatened alongside you.

"Maybe if you’d learned to talk to each other like normal people you wouldn’t be here in the first place," Tim said. "We'll be back after patrol so you've got about," he looked at his watchless wrist "4ish hours. Have fun." And with that they both walked away.

"DON'T YOU DARE WALK AWA- and they're gone. Dammit." You cursed and hit the steel door which hurt a lot more than you thought it would. "Shit," You shook your hand.

"Well that was just stupid," Damian scoffed at you, taking your hand to examine it. He always did that sort of thing on patrol so you didn't pull away or even really register what he was doing.

"Oh i'm sorry, is my frustration not smart enough for you?" you sneered back. "What even is this place anyway," You looked around the small dark room, determined to not look him in the eyes.

"A containment cell for metas, we haven't used it for a while so the power blockers are probably turned off." he told you before releasing your hand. "You definitely bruised it but you'll be fine."

You reluctantly thanked him and turned back to the door to see if you could get it open somehow. "Ok so how do we get out?"

"We don't."

You flipped around, surprised to hear him give up without even trying. "You're kidding right? There's gotta be some way out of here. We're superheros, a few walls can't hold us,” you exclaimed. “Can't you use those ninja skills you're so proud of and like... kick it down, or something?" You watched him walk to the back of the small cell and sit down on the floor.

"No," he replied simply. "This room was built to hold the most dangerous people in Gotham and I don't know if you've noticed but we don't have any of our gear." He glared at you and you rolled your eyes.

"So we're just supposed to wait here until they get back? We can't just sit here all night," You tried to convince him to do... anything really.

"Well if you're so keen on getting out then let's hear your genius plan," He leaned forward with all the smugness of billionaires son, daring you to say something.  "That's what I thought. Now will you please be quiet, I can't even hear myself losing my will to live."

"Fine whatever we'll just stay here in complete silence," You muttered sarcastically under your breath. Damian remained quiet as you started pacing back and forth but you could tell he was watching you.

After pacing for about 30 minutes you realized how tired you were from training so hard the past couple of days and sat down in the corner. You spent so much time over the last week worrying about Damian that you hadn't let yourself relax long enough to get any real rest. The little sleep you did manage to get mostly turned to nightmares.

At first you didn't even realize you were asleep. It all looked real enough except for the fact that you'd somehow been transported to a rooftop. You scanned your surroundings but everything was just slightly out of focus so you couldn't tell exactly where you were. When you turned around you saw him. Damian was there, and behind him was a shadowy sort of silhouette.

The shadow raised a knife and you realized what was happening. You tried to warn him, you tried to scream or yell or move but it was no use. The knife plunged into Damians back and you were helpless to stop it. You felt the pain he felt, you felt the blade slice through you. Finally you could move again but it was too late. The shadow disappeared but you didn't care about it, all you wanted to do was get to Damian. You ran forward but it was like running through water, your body moved in slow motion and you watched the blood start to pool underneath him.

Suddenly you were falling. Damian was gone, the roof was gone, everything was gone, it was just you and a black abyss trying to swallow you up. You screamed again but no noise came out, it was like all the air was being sucked from your lungs. It was silent and dark and empty nothingness until you saw a faint light. Then you heard something, your name being repeated, someone calling you and then you were pulled out of the void.

You shot up and gasped for air and frantically looked around but your eyes hadn't adjusted to the light yet. You heard a familiar soothing voice pulled you farther out of your trance.

"Hey hey hey, it's ok i'm here." The voice was calm and concerned at the same time. "It's just me ok, you're safe," Rough hands gently turned your head and the first thing you saw clearly was a pair of worried green eyes. You're breathing slowed and you're heart nearly skipped a beat.

Wrapping your arms around his chest you pulled him closer. He hesitated for a moment before folding you into his embrace. It was soft and delicate and it seemed like he was scared of holding you too tightly. Neither of you said anything else, you just sat there on the floor of a meta containment cell in each other's arms.

Time stood still and you finally admitted the truth to yourself. The real reason you hated Damian was because you loved him.

A/n: might fuck around and make a part 3 with the classic “because i love you!” confession scene

[mermaidssonshipss]

friends to this

warnings: smutty smut smut

pairings: jj maybank x reader

word count: 3,821

You were absolutely fuming. Your face was beat red and you were pretty sure if someone looked close enough, there would be steam coming out of your ears. Your boot clad feet pounded against the dirt, the chateau coming closer with every determined step you took. JJ Maybank was going to die, and you were going to kill him.

The chateau appeared to be empty as you approached it, but you knew better than that. John B wasn’t home, as you had seen him out on his boat earlier, but you had noted that JJ wasn’t with him. Kie and Pope had been at The Wreck when you appeared looking for the blonde haired boy, but again, he wasn’t there. You knew he wouldn’t be at his actual home, so that left one more place. You didn’t bother knocking as you yanked the flimsy door open, your eyes scanning the empty living room. With every step you took, the fire in your stomach seemed to burn hotter, the intensity of your anger almost nauseating. 

Your small fingers wrapped around the doorknob to the guest room, pulling it open and slamming it into the wall; you reminded yourself to apologize to John B for the new dent in the wall the doorknob had made.

JJ’s sleepy figure drowsily turned towards the loud noise, his blue eyes shining with sleep as he took in your figure. For a moment, you forgot why you were so angry at the boy as you looked at his shirtless and tired figure, his blue eyes pure and confused. But then you remembered.

“I’m going to fucking kill you, Maybank,” you spit through your teeth as you dragged your body across the room, crawling on top of the still confused boy as you wrapped your hand around his neck, squeezing. It wasn’t hard enough to actually kill him, but it was definitely enough for him to widen his eyes as his hands moved to cover yours, a knowing smirk growing on his chapped lips.

“Always knew you were kinky,” he rasped, causing you to tighten your grip on his thick neck, taking a mental note that your hand was almost too small to fit around the entirety of it.

Rafe Cameron was hands down the worst person on the island. Sure, you and JJ argued often and poked fun at each other, but he was overall an okay dude, he just got on your nerves, and you got on his. Sometimes, you’d even consider him a friend, just... a really annoying friend. You had been bantering with him for years, but recently JJ had decided to take it upon himself to up the banter. It started with you finding your car full of balloons, or your bike being locked up against a street pole and only JJ had the key, but nothing prepared you for this. Nothing prepared you for Rafe fucking Cameron knocking on your front door at 10am this morning, his hands grabbing onto your waist and his lips crashing into yours the second you opened it. Of course, you had immediately pushed him off, your palm colliding with his cheek as you yelled at him. He yelled back, revealing that apparently, you had texted him this morning asking if he’d be “down to fuck. just between you two.” When you assured him you hadn’t sent that, he called you a crazy bitch, and a fight began between the two of you. It ended with you pinned against the wall of your house, his hands wrapped around your neck as he screamed in your face as you began to see black. Luckily, your neighbor saw the commotion and he had rushed over, yanking Rafe off of you as he threatened to call the cops.

It would’ve been funny, and you admitted that to yourself. JJ had no idea Rafe was going to react the way he did, but the forming bruise on your neck was a reminder of how wrong it had went. And you were pissed.

“He almost killed me,” you snapped, finally releasing his neck as your own started to sting. While he 100% deserved to sport the same bruise as you, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, flashes of Rafe clouding your thoughts. JJ’s eyes scanned your face after the words left your mouth before finally landing on your neck, causing him to sit up even more. You slid down his lap slightly and his arm shot out to catch you.

“Did he do that?” JJ’s jaw was clenched as his hand reached up, his fingers tracing over the skin of your neck, “I swear that isn’t... this isn’t what I wanted. If I even thought for one second he would hurt you I wouldn’t have done it.”

“I know,” you sighed, the anger slowly dissipating from your body. The anger you felt had mainly been directed at Rafe, but because you were scared to confront him after the fact, your anger had turned onto JJ. Now though, as you sat in his lap and his fingertips gently caressed the skin of your neck, you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at him.

“I’ll kill him, I swear to god. I’ll go down there and I’ll beat him to a fucking pulp,” it seemed that the anger that had left your body had been transferred to JJ, who’s hand was slightly shaking now as he moved you off his lap and he got out of the bed.

“No you will not,” you rushed out, standing up for them the bed and grabbing the shirt JJ was about to slip on from his hands, “It was a prank gone wrong. You’ve fought Rafe enough, and you usually end up just as beat up as him,” Your hand wrapped around his bicep as you spoke, latching onto him in pleading, “I was angry at you for a bit and... maybe thought about killing you myself, but I don’t want Rafe to be the one to actually finish the job.”

JJ let out a chuckle at the end, turning to face you as he nodded his head.

“Fine,” he agreed, letting out a sigh, “But if he comes to the Boneyard party tomorrow night looking to start a fight, I can’t make any promises.”

“Fine,” you echoed, “If he comes to the Boneyard party and starts something, all bets are off. You can have at it. Just... don’t bring the fucking gun.”

“But..”

“No.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“Fine.”

***

Rafe had showed up. Of course he did. You were sat next to JJ on the sand surrounding the bonfire, the other Pogues keeping an eye on the party. You hadn’t noticed him at first, not until JJ’s hand had slipped onto your thigh, his fingers digging into your skin. When you had looked over at him, his stance was tense and his eyes were locked on something in the distance: it was Rafe, who was looking over at the two of them, his fists clenched shut.

“Don’t,” you muttered, leaning closer into JJ’s side, your hand moving over his on your thigh. His grip was tight enough to leave marks, and the thought of having his fingerprints bruised onto your skin wasn’t an unappealing one. JJ’s eyes darted over your face before landing on the bruise on your neck which was now a deep black and blue, the shape of Rafe’s hand imprinted on your tan skin.

The other Pogues could sense the tension radiating off of JJ, and they all prepared themselves for the inevitable. John B and Pope had been almost as mad as JJ, wanting to go jump Rafe the second they found out what he did, and you knew if it came down to it, they’d both be fighting right alongside JJ. Kiara even threatened to go after Rafe, but the boys had yelled at her, pointing at what had happened to you.

Your breath caught in your throat as you saw Rafe and his friends making their way over to the bonfire, your body tensing up. You were scared of Rafe, and it was clear as you shrunk into JJ’s side, almost hiding behind him.

“Well well well,” Rafe chanted as he approached your group, his eyes landing on you and flickering to JJ for a moment, “Was a funny prank, Maybank. Your girls lips felt really fucking nice against mine, but you know what felt better? My hands wrapped around her throat.”

The events that took place next were a blur. One second, you were latched onto JJ, and the next, he was up and his fist was flying into Rafe’s nose. John B and Pope were quick to join as JJ took him down into the sand, his fists repeatedly colliding with Rafe’s face. He had been caught off guard, not expecting JJ to react as fast as he had, which gave JJ the upper hand.

Eventually, Rafe’s friends heard the commotion and jumped in, all of the boys swinging at each other and trying to pull the others off one another. It was absolute madness, but all you could focus on was how Rafe currently had JJ pinned. Your feet were moving before your mind even made the decision, and you threw your body weight into Rafe, trying to knock him off of JJ. He barely budged, just pushed at you with his hand before turning back to knocking it into JJ’s face. Kiara saw you, both of you making eye contact and nodding as she approached where you were standing, both of you ramming into Rafe at the same time, causing the boy to fly off of JJ. 

Your hands quickly flew to JJ, grabbing his arms and yanking him off the sand.

“Get him out of here!” Kiara hissed quietly and you tugged on JJ’s arm, signaling it was time to run. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering to Rafe who was wiping sand out of his eyes, blood seeping out of his nose, but you fixed him with a hard glare and took off. 

***

Your home was empty as you pushed through the front door, your parents having left for a weekend getaway. It was quiet as you lead JJ to your bedroom, pointing at the door that lead to your bathroom. He nodded, heading towards it as you grabbed a small towel from your towel rack and followed him. He had pulled himself up onto your bathroom counter, his eyes watching you intently as you grabbed the first aid kit and settled in-between his open legs. His eyebrow was busted open, and his cheek was sporting a cut from one of Rafe’s rings, but other than that, his face looked okay.

“This is gonna hurt,” you muttered as you poured disinfect onto a cotton pad and slowly swiped it over the cut on his eyebrow, a small smile gracing your lips as JJ hissed and tried to shrink away, “Suck it up, Maybank. You threw the first punch.”

“He deserved it!” His voice raised in defense, his hand knocking yours away from his cheek, causing you to raise an eyebrow at him in warning. His shoulders sunk and he put his hands on his thighs, letting you go back to dabbing the cotton onto the cuts.

“He did,” you mused, tossing the cotton ball into the trash beside you, your fingers sliding under the fabric of his shirt and pulling it up so you could inspect his stomach.

“Buy me dinner first,” he joked, sending you a wink and you rolled your eyes at him, letting his shirt fall back down.

“I’ve bought you dinner plenty of times, annoying ass,” you laughed, patting his knees and pushing away from him, going back into your bedroom. You heard his feet hit the bathroom floor and soon he was standing in front of you.

“You know I am really sorry though, right?” The sincerity in his voice surprised you, your eyes looking up to meet his baby blues as he stared at you.

“Of course, JJ. Even I didn’t think Rafe was that unhinged.” JJ nodded shortly, and you could tell he was looking at the bruises surrounding your neck, “I’m fine. I’ll be fine. Just a few bruises, if it’ll make you feel better you can kiss them to make them all better,” you teased, but JJ’s eyes lit up at the suggestion.

“Really?” He was like a little kid in a candy store as he stepped closer to you, and your mouth went dry at the thought of JJ’s lips on your neck.

“I mean.. I was.. I was kidding, but if you want to...” you trailed off, JJ now standing toe to toe with you, his hand reaching up and resting on the back of your neck, his thumb placed under your chin as he tilted your head.

“I’ve been told kisses heal bruises,” he was looking down at you through his eyelashes, his pupils blown wide, your breath catching in your throat as he leaned down and slowly traced his lips over your skin. Goosebumps erupted on the flesh he was trailing over. Your hands reached out and gripped onto his shirt, pulling him closer to you as he finally placed an open-mouthed kiss at the edge of your neck, right under your ear. You knew there wasn’t a bruise on that specific spot, but as his tongue traced over your salty skin and he began to suck, you knew why he chose it.

“Thought you wanted to make the bruises go away,” you muttered breathlessly, and you could feel a smile against your neck. He ignored you, now trailing his lips across the span of your neck until he was on the other side, his lips finding that sweet spot right beneath your jaw. A whimper escaped your lips as he began to suck on the skin, the hand holding the back of your neck tightening as his free hand wrapped around your waist.

He continued his assault on your neck, making sure to suck on parts of your skin that Rafe hadn’t touched, his eyes rolling back into his head as you accidentally let a moan of his name slip through. He wouldn’t mind hearing you moan his name forever.

Eventually, much to your dismay, he pulled away. Your vision was hazy as you opened your eyes and looked at him, his signature smirk back on his lips as his eyes darted to your lips. You had been biting down on your bottom lip the entire time his lips were on your neck, and the skin was red and plump from your teeth.

“He kissed you?” JJ’s voice was almost a whisper as he spoke, and you looked at him confused.

“What?”

“Rafe. He made a comment about how your lips felt. He kissed you?” His hand was still behind your neck, his thumb now running against your bottom lip slowly, pulling at the delicate skin every now and then. All you could do was nod, the only thing you could focus on was the feeling of his other hand trailing under the fabric of your shirt, his hand gripping onto the flesh of your hip, his fingertips digging in, causing you to arch your back slightly, your chest pushing into his, “Think I should kiss you now then, hm?” He was teasing you. You were nothing but putty in his large hands and he knew it. Before you could question him, or respond in any manner, his lips were on yours.

Both of his hands were now gripping your cheeks as you deepened the kiss, sighing into his mouth as his tongue ran across your bottom lip, allowing him entrance. You had thought about kissing JJ many times, and it had almost happened a handful of those times. Whether it was at a boneyard party and you two had had too much to drink, the lines between you becoming blurry, or you two had been bickering back and forth all day and the overwhelming urge to kiss him to get him to shut up, you somehow always refrained. As he pushed you back onto your bed, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you up to your pillows, you were completely and utterly confused as to why it had taken you both so long to give in. 

Somewhere between the floor and the bed, JJ had ripped your shirt off, tossing his own off right after. His lips were now trailing over your chest, his teeth biting at the flesh as his hands slipped behind your back and unhooked your red bra. You were grateful you had decided to wear the cute red lace set this morning as JJ’s eyes drank you in. Your bra was tossed across the room in one swift motion, JJ’s eyes memorized by your chest.

“Best tits I’ve ever fucking seen,” he muttered, his eyes moving to yours for only a moment before he was leaning down and sucking your nipple into his mouth, his other hand reaching up and cupping your other one.

You were in a daze with every feather light touch of his skin against yours, and you wanted more. Eventually, you both were rid of all clothing, his fingers buried deep inside your soaking hole.

“Jesus Christ, JJ,” your hips were grinding down into his hand, craving even more friction. His fingers were buried to the hilt, his rings hitting the sensitive skin, and you knew in that moment your own would never bring you to the edge the way they had prior to knowing what JJ’s felt like, “Need you inside me, JJ. Please,” your voice came out as a whimper, your hand reaching down and catching his wrist to stop his movements. 

“Are you sure you want this?” His wording was careful as he watched you lean over your bed, throwing your bedside table open as you rummaged around for a condom. 

“Yes,” you placed your hands on his chest, pushing him off of you and onto his back. He looked at you, his eyebrows raised in confusion as you crawled on-top of him, your teeth ripping the packet open.

“What are you- fuck,” before he could finish his sentence, you had rolled the condom down his large length, giving it a soft squeeze.

Generally, JJ liked being on top. He liked being in control and he hated giving up that control, but as he stared up at you and watched as you lined himself up with your entrance, he decided maybe, just maybe, he was okay with you taking control.

As you sunk down his length, both of you let out a sigh of pleasure at the feeling. You had always known he was big, but he was bigger than you imagined, and felt so much better than any of your dreams had lead you to believe he would feel. You sat for a moment, looking at him through your eyelashes as you adjusted to his size, your hips grinding down slowly to create a delicious friction between the two of you. His hands were firmly planted on your hips, and without warning he suddenly pulled you up slightly and rammed up inside of you. A loud cry escaped your lips as your body fell forward, your hands resting on his chest as you both began to move together, your hips falling down onto his roughly.

“Feel so good,” he moaned out, his head leaning back into the pillow as you clenched around him at the words, “So fucking tight.”

He was pounding up into you, and all you could do was drop your mouth open in pleasure, unable to make any noise you were so blissed out. The pleasure was coursing through your veins and gripping onto you in a way you’d never felt before, tears forming in your eyes as the pleasure built up, almost too much to handle. 

“Was like you were made for me, fuck,” he muttered through gritted teeth, and the words caused your stomach to drop, the pleasure finally slithering its way to the surface as you cried out his name. Your body had dropped, your chest pressed against his as you buried your face in his neck, your hips grinding down as he continued his pace, riding out your high. Soon after, he exploded into the condom as he chanted your name under his breath, the constant clenching of your walls around him bringing him to his end. His arms wrapped around your waist as you rested against him, struggling to catch your breath for a moment before pulling yourself off of him and collapsing onto the bed next to his body. He ripped the condom off, tying it and tossing it into the bin next to your bed. Both of you were quiet, far too fucked out to speak, but when you turned your head to look at him, you found he was already looking at you, a dopey smile on his face.

“What?” You laughed at him, your hand reaching up to slap at his chest as his smile grew. He caught it with his, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Aren’t you gonna ask me what this means for us and all that cliche stuff?” He was still smiling as he spoke and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you turned onto your side to face him.

“I know you don’t do relationships. I’m not gonna get my hopes up and ask a question I have the answer to already,” he squeezed your hand, turning to face you as he propped his head up on his free hand, his elbow digging into your pillow.

“It’s not that I don’t do relationships,” he spoke softly, his eyes catching your gaze, “It’s that I’ve been waiting for you to realize I want one with you.” Your mouth dropped open slightly at the admission, your heart seeming to stutter in your chest as you took in what he said. 

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” You had moved your body closer to his, pulling your blankets over the two of you as the cold air spread across your bare bodies.

“Don’t know. Kinda convinced myself you weren’t into me like that. Thought I had blown that chance with all the pranks and teasing, but. I don’t know. Something changed tonight I guess. Didn’t like the fact that Rafe fucking Cameron had kissed you, and I hadn’t.” 

“I would much rather you kiss me,” you laughed, cringing at the thought of Rafe Cameron kissing you ever again. JJ let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into the warmth of his body.

“Well then. You gonna let me kiss you whenever I want to?” His lips were now hovering over yours, a smile teasing its way onto your lips.

“Absolutely.”

[xxrat-bastardxx]

mind if i slide in the first three parts of my zoro x reader fanfiction in here, its posted on archive of our own and wattpad too but i might just switch over to here so ppl can request one piece oneshots and drabbles n’ stuff anyway here it is:

Stargazer: A Roronoa Zoro x Reader

     I've been looking up recently. Not that I don't look up ever, as it is kinda my unspoken job on this ship. However instead of looking up to navigate the stars at night, lately I have been fascinated with looking at the crow's nest in the daytime, wondering what a certain swordsman was doing in there all day. Since I joined the crew the green haired hunk intrigued me. His cold personality strange to me as it was so different than everyone else on the ship. Although I found him interesting we never really had conversations, only short small talk here and there and common courtesy. A part of me wanted to get closer to him and find out all of his little secrets. The sane part telling me to leave him alone and find another person to bother.

    "(Y/N)!" Luffy yelled, pulling me out of my daydream, "FOOD!"

    "Go get Zoro while you're at it too," Nami followed.

    I got up from my spot on the grass and started my ascent. A sudden wave of excitement and nervousness washing over me. Finally I would learn the secrets of the crows nest. I unlatch the door and pull myself up, sitting myself up with my legs dangling out of the door.

    "Oh, that's boring," I say accidentally, quickly covering my mouth when I realized I actually said that out loud. Zoro drops his weight and looks at me, a puzzled expression on his face.

    "Excuse me? What did you say?" He questions even though he obviously understood what I said.

    "Shit, I'm sorry I didn't mean to say that. I was just expecting...Well I don't know what I was expecting, something different I guess." I answer not wanting to lie to the poor man I just insulted.

    Don't get me wrong walking in on a buff man working out is not necessarily boring. Just the obvious thing a buff man would be doing with his time. I guess I was hoping he would turn out to be a mad scientist or delicately painting the ocean from the perfect view the windows give.

    "Um...Anyway. It's dinner time, Nami wanted me to come get you," I say trying to change the topic and quickly make my escape. "I'll be going now, sorry I interrupted your workout."

    "Wait," Zoro says, stopping me before I leap down to the safety of the deck, "I'll walk with you." Weird. I just insulted him and now he wants to walk with me. It's not even that far of a walk either...

    I wait for him to grab a towel and dry off his sweat before heading down to the deck. Waiting for him at the bottom I listen to the commotion ensuing in the kitchen. If we don't hurry our damn captain will eat all the food. I hear a soft thump as the swordsman lands next to me. Looking up at him I shudder slightly just now realizing our hight difference. I quickly take in all of his features, never being this close for so long. Short green hair, did it always look that soft? Tan skin, was it always that smooth? Thick scar running across his chest, do you think he would let me touch it, I wonder how it feels? Damnit (y/n), why are you such a creep! I shake my head and start the short journey to the kitchen. Zoro following silently. I turn open the door to the kitchen with a smile and offer Zoro the chance to go in first. He nods to me in thanks and takes his seat at the table.

    "There you are (y/n)-swan! I thought that marimo brute kidnapped you, I was about to go save you myself," Sanji swoons carrying plates of delicious looking food. I laugh making his face light up as I sit down. The mentioned brute becoming visibly annoyed at the cook.

    "Don't worry Sanji he couldn't kidnap me even if he tried. Everyone knows I'm too quick to get caught," I reply teasing Zoro as I point my chopsticks at him.

    "Tch, how do you know...I wouldn't even want to kidnap you." Zoro grumbles poking at his food.

    "Did I make the moss head sad?" I jab, enjoying the thrill of making fun of such a powerful person. If I wasn't able to find his hidden talent, annoying him would be the next best thing. I wanted to know how far I could take it. I swear a slight tinge of red now dusted his cheeks and ears. Cute. He didn't respond but ate the rest of his meal obviously fuming.

"Luffy?" I question making the captain pause for a moment, "Who's on night shift with me tonight?" Since I navigated the ship most nights with the stars so Nami could relax, I usually asked for a helper to be on deck so I wouldn't drop dead the next day because of pulling all nighters every night. After asking it became apparent that Luffy hadn't thought of it one bit during the day. Which was typical of the airhead.

"Ussop!" Luffy smiles. It was obvious this was the first name to come to his head.

"Hey! I've done it 3 times this week already, why not someone else?!" Ussop retaliates. Ouch. I laugh it off understanding that for a normal person that was too much time to be awake.

"I'll do it," Zoro growls "I did it most of the time before she joined so its fine." This shocked me a little, he had never offered before and just after I've insulted him this much he wants to hang out with me? Or maybe he'll through me overboard as revenge. I guess if I survive the night I'll be able to learn more about him so maybe this is my dream come true.

After dinner I go to the back of the ship and watch the sunset, It was my nightly ritual so to say. Something calm to end the hectic days on the Sunny. I take in the salty ocean air and lean my head into my hand. The ocean was so peaceful today, a gentle current pulling the ship along gentle waves. So lost in the moment I didn't realize the person coming up behind me until I felt a strong pair of hands on my shoulders. I yelp in surprise and whip around to face my attacker.

"You say you're too fast to catch, yet you don't even hear me coming," Zoro scoffs.

"Hey, that's not fair, I wasn't paying attention," I pout crossing my arms over my chest. Now this guy was touching me? What the heck did I do to get all this attention, I thought teasing him would do the opposite! I guess I'm in for a long night.

2

    We sat in an awkward silence for the next hour, I still had no idea why this man wanted to give me so much attention all of a sudden. I had been on the ship for almost 2 months now and had never gotten any recognition from him before. Most of my time was spent with Nami talking about maps and directions, or with Ussop and Franky trying to make bigger better telescopes to research the huge sky above us. And if I wasn't with them I was usually sleeping, preparing myself for the night ahead.

    I look over to the man sitting a couple feet away, bottle in hand. Aha! Conversation starter, please let this awkward silence end!

    "So, you like sake?" Damnit he wouldn't be drinking if he didn't like it. Why did you ask something so obvious.

    "Yeah, I guess so." He replied taking another swig. Come on (y/n) think of something better. A few more excruciating minutes passed, nothing came to mind of what I could do to fix the situation.

"I don't really drink, I don't like the taste," I say, another awkward sentence for another awkward situation.

Zoro snickers, "I guess you just haven't had the right alcohol then," He reaches the bottle out towards me, "Try it," He says. Carefully I reach out and take the bottle in my hands. I shrug and take a sip. Nope still awful! I scrunch my face as the swordsman laughs. Wiping my mouth I pass back the bottle.

"Nope, definitely not for me," I mutter, earning another chuckle from Zoro.

"It seems like you don't like anything I do huh," Zoro says.

"Huh! No no no, its not like that I promise!" I quickly jab. I sigh and look up at the stars. Zoro softly punches my shoulder.

"I know I'm joking. You're different, I like that," He reassures me. At least now I know he isn't planning on throwing me overboard.

    "Wait what do you mean I'm different?" I say, the phrase finally hitting.

    "You aren't in awe of me, I respect that." Zoro says softly. A blush creeps onto my face, I didn't expect something like this from the guy. He seemed so cold and distant most of the time, it was quite intimidating. I look down at my lap, trying to hide the redness of my face. It was reassuring to know that the scariest person on the ship thought of me with respect. With those words the atmosphere seemed to lighten up. Instead of excruciating silence it was calm, like my moments with the sunset. I lie down looking at the stars, the spring constellations jumping out at me. The grand line may have the strangest seasons, but the sky remains the same throughout the years, on a cycle you could count on. Reliable as always, beautiful as always.

I hadn't noticed Zoro lying next to me until he spoke. "What are you looking at?" I turn to him our faces closer now.

"The constellations," I reply, "They help me figure out where we need to go, and what time of the year it is."

"Hmm, I never thought of it that way," Zoro says turning back to the sky, hands behind his head like a pillow. I daringly scoot closer to the man. Leaning closer to him I point to a collection of stars.

"Look over there is the Big Dipper, that one you probably already know. Oh, and over there is Virgo!" I explain excitedly. I continue to gush over the stars pointing out more constellations and going into some of the stories behind them. This goes on for a while, I spit out random star facts while Zoro nods and quietly takes in the information I shove at him. By the time my rant is over we are sitting up again, much closer than last time. When we first sat down it was as ship mates who barely knew each other, now it was like friends, who still, barely knew each other.

"You see, I grew up on a small, but well developed island. There was a lot of light pollution so I could hardly see the stars. Definitely not how we can see them tonight. My parents were just business people, nothing special, but my grandmother was an astrologer. She taught me almost everything I know about the sky now." I slow down, "Before she passed she told me that the only place I could truly see the sky in its glory is the sea. There no one can pollute the sky with bright lights and you'll be the freest you'll ever be. So that's what brought me to the Grand Line I guess. My parents weren't so happy about it but I didn't care what they thought." I hadn't noticed my tears until a calloused hand wiped them away. A small gasp escapes my mouth as I look up at Zoro, our faces much closer than I ever thought they would be. His hand remains on my face as he looks at me, the gears in his head turning. He moves a stray (h/c) strand out of my face.

I don't know what drives me to do it but I wrap my arms around the man's waist and pull him into a hug. My ear against his chest. It takes a few moments but he soon returns the gesture sliding his strong arms around me. My heart skips a beat as he gently caresses my hair, running his fingers through it. I feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breaths, the beating of his heart echoing in my ear. I knew he was just as nervous as me, even if he refused to show it. I slowly pulled away and our eyes met, locked in to each other for what seemed like hours. A delicate smile was painted on his lips and I smile back at him. What were once cold eyes showed a new formed warmth and fondness. New feelings sparked in me as I looked at his expression and got lost into his gaze. Bravery flooded through me and I hoped he felt the same spark I did as slowly leaned towards him again. I closed the distance putting my forehead against his, eyes closed. I hesitate for a moment putting my hands on his warm cheeks, then softly place a kiss onto his lips. I pull back hands still cupping his face. I look at him, a blush dusted onto his face. He places a hand on my waist and closes the distance once more, returning the kiss with more force than the last. My hands move to his hair as he gently leans me back to the floor. I look into his eyes again when we come up for air.

"I don't hate everything you do, I definitely like this," I say bringing him into another kiss.

3

A few days had passed since the exciting night watch with Zoro. After getting caught with Zoro straddling me by Luffy we were too embarrassed to really talk to each other. Especially when the stupid captain brought it up during breakfast the next morning. Who knew the kid would expose us like that,

"Zoro why were you wrestling with (y/n) last night? I thought you didn't like playing, you never wrestle with me," Luffy pouts reaching for another piece of toast. This alerts Sanji instantly,

"You brute! Why would you lay a finger on my precious princess?! Explain yourself swordsman!"

Me and Zoro both turn red like a tomato and look away from each other quickly. Nami and Robin snicker both knowing what was going on.

"Um..w-well you see, Its not like you think Sanji. We weren't fighting its f-fine," I manage to blurt out before Sanji went completely apeshit on Zoro.

"But why was he on top of you (y/n)?" Luffy asks. At this point Zoro was just about ready to bolt out of the kitchen and I was just about ready to melt into a puddle of embarrassment. With Luffy's new statement it seemed to have clicked with our ero—cook what was really going on...

I shudder as I recall the events of that awful breakfast and rest my forehead on the chart I had been working on in the aquarium bar. Robin pats my head as she reads her book.

"(y/n), you're going to have to talk to Zoro again. You can't just keep ignoring him like this,"

"I'd rather die than have that awkward conversation. Plus he probably is totally over me now, he's avoiding me too you know," I mumble into the paper.

"I'm sure that's not the case (y/n). I bet he feels the same as you do right now," Robin reassures me, flipping the page.

"I think I'm going to go take a nap to clear my head," I say softly closing the lid to my ink and rolling the chart back up.

"Have fun," Robin replies, lost in her book like always.

I start my walk to the girl's room remembering how gentle Zoro was when we kissed. It was a nice surprise, I didn't realize how caring he could be. His smile flashed in my mind, how genuine it was, how deeply he listened to everything I said, truly interested in every story I told about the stars. Everything that night felt right after we took down our guard walls. God I hope that's not the last time I see his smile.

Hmm, tomorrow is my night off, I wonder what I should do. Sleeping that whole time sounds like a waste, maybe I'll pamper myself extra and take a longer bath. Yeah that sounds like it will be perfect.

I turn the corner and suddenly trip over something on the floor.

"Ack! What the hell was that?!" I yell, rudely pulled out of planning my night off. I turn around to see who tripped me to yell at them some more but stopped once I saw who it was. "Zoro?! W-what are you doing napping in the hallway?"

He blushes slightly and turns his head away from me, "I was waiting for you so I could talk to you."

"Oh, umm what did you want to talk about?" I ask sitting up,

"I wanted to apologize. For the other night," He says looking in his lap.

"What would you have to apologize for? You didn't do anything wrong" I reply

"If it wasn't for me taking things too far then Luffy wouldn't have embarrassed you in front of the whole crew like that. I'm sorry that I was the cause of that," Zoro says starting to get up. Before he could walk away I grab his arm and pull him back down. I look him in the eyes making sure he listens to what I have to say.

"Zoro, you have nothing to be sorry about, I don't think you took things to far. I'm glad you did what you did and no amount of embarrassment is going to change that," I start, "Look, I'm just glad you don't hate me. I really like you, you know."  

Those seemed to be the magic words as Zoro face lights up, the same beautiful smile he gave me that night resurfacing. He leans closer and kisses my cheek. "Meet me in the crows nest tomorrow night," He says, turning back into his confident self. He kisses me before getting up, "I really like you too," He says before turning and leaving me sitting in the hallway.

It didn't register what I got myself into until a few moments later.

"Holy shit, I just confessed to Zoro. AND HE LIKES ME BACK!" I yell to no one in particular. I jump up and run the rest of the way to the girls room like a 15 year old who just met their celebrity crush. Not my best moment but it was so good to know how Zoro felt about me. It was even better that he felt the same way about me as I felt about him. I was to excited after that to get a nap in but that was fine by me.

\ \ \

Nami came in to get me for dinner a few hours later. I was surprised she didn't ask me about what had happened between me and the swordsman, I'm sure everyone on the ship could hear my squeal of excitement earlier. I'm sure her pestering would come soon enough.

We make our way to the kitchen quickly not wanting Luffy to eat everything before we get there. I was going to sit in my normal spot next to Nami but before I could get there a familiar hand grabbed mine,

"Sit next to me," Zoro says gently tugging at my hand. I smile and sit next to him mouthing a quick sorry to Nami. The new seating arrangement did not go unnoticed by anyone. Everyone was either shocked or weirded out by how physical Zoro had become with you. His embarrassment was obviously gone as he shamelessly had his hand on my knee the entire meal and kissed my cheek every once in a while. Sanji was fuming the entire meal as well, and Zoro shot him his normal icy glares. It was almost as he was making fun of the cook at times or maybe just making sure that Sanji knew his place.

It actually wasn't long before the meal felt like just an average dinner on the Sunny. Brook singing and joking with Franky, Nami being annoyed with Sanji as Robin laughs at his antics, Luffy eating all the food while Chopper and Ussop try and match his impossible pace. Time seemed to slow down every time I ate with the rowdy crew, just having a good time.

After dinner I head to the back of the ship again to watch the sunset like normal. It was the perfect day for a nice sunset, just enough clouds to make the light shine just right, caressing the sky with beautiful pinks and oranges. I smile, stretch, and head to the grass to sit with Franky to start the night shift. We had planned to set up the telescope so I could do some extra research for my chart.

It was getting late and only a few of the crew members were still on the deck. I saw the light in the crows nest go out and Zoro heading down to the deck. I tell Franky I'd be back and went to go say goodnight to the moss head. I get to the bottom of the ladder just as Zoro does.

"You off to bed?" I ask.

"Yeah, I have to be up early for training tomorrow." He says yawning.

"Ok sleepy head, get some good rest. I'll see you in the morning,"

"Goodnight (y/n)," He smiles and leans down to gently kiss my lips. I watch him disappear into the ship before I go back to Franky and the telescope, a grin plastered on my face.

I love the whole "Zoro is actually a cuddle bug" head cannon so i sorta ran with it in this oops. anywhoo lmk how you like it or if u want more, i’ll be taking requests for x reader stuff and writing more so yeah

[miraculous-mari-netta]

I would love Chat Blanc fics. Like maybe Adrienette dating, what happened after they kissed, Lila and Chloe, What Ifs

1.) chloe’s reaction

Chloe watched from the top of the stairwell.

“They look utterly ridiculous!” She stormed off with Sabrina close behind. “What does Adrien even see in Dupain-Cheng?”

“I-I don’t know, Chloe. I don’t know why he’d date her.” Sabrina reassured her. “Maybe— maybe he’s trying to make you jealous because he’s actually in love with you!”

“Adrien wouldn’t do that!” Chloe snapped, causing Sabrina to almost drop her bag. “We’re childhood friends. Our bond is unbreakable— even Gabriel Agreste agrees.” She emphasized his name. “If Dupain-Cheng really thinks that she’s enough for Adrien, she’ll soon realize she’s sorely mistaken.”

“Ms. Bustier!” Alya approached the teacher before class. “Can I switch seats with Adrien? Marinette and I are... having a disagreement.”

“Of course. Do you want to talk about the problem?” The teacher smiled.

“Nope. Have a good day!” Alya ran off and waved at Ms. Bustier.

“Girl, I got a surprise for you!” Alya hugged Marinette. “You’ll see it in class.”

“What?” Marinette asked, but she was already being whisked off to Ms. Bustier’s class.

“Alya, switch seats with Adrien please.” Ms. Bustier said as she entered the classroom.

Marinette was now seated next to Adrien, just like Alya intended. Marinette looked back at her BFF who gave her a wink. It was gonna be a good class.

Chloe was fuming across the aisle. She stood up suddenly and slammed her hands on the desk.

“Ms. Bustier, can I change seats? With Marinette?” She practically growled.

“Um, calm down Chloe.” Ms Bustier said nervously. “If you want a new seat, you can sit next to Lila.” She gestured to the seat in the back row.

Chloe was upset, but took her bag and sat down next to Lila nonetheless. She might as well be alone with her thoughts.

“Today we’ll be working on your essays due next Friday. You can peer edit with your desk partner.” Ms Bustier explained, handing out paper to the students. “Make sure to give constructive feedback.”

Everyone in the class was chatting instantly, except Chloe and Lila. Marinette and Adrien were sitting in the front row, laughing and smiling. Chloe wrote so angrily that her pencil tip snapped. She got up and crossed the room to sharpen it, all the while having to watch Adrien and Marinette share their essays.

Chloe sat back down, a look of pure anger still on her face. She picked up her essay, and noticed something written neatly on the top.

“Do you want Adrien back?” The neat cursive read.

Chloe turned to the girl sitting next to her, who was quietly writing. Lila looked at her out of the corner of her eye with a knowing smile.

“What do you want?” Chloe said in a low voice, looking back at her essay.

“The same thing you want.” Lila said without looking up from her paper. “I can break them up. I just need a small favor from you.”

“What is it?”

“Buy me an Adobe photoshop subscription.”

“What? Why?” Chloe was shocked. Why would Lila need photoshop?

“Do it and Adrien is yours.” Lila promised.

“I want an explanation first.” Chloe crossed her arms, leaning back in the seat.

Lila paused from her writing, and looked at Chloe.

“...I need to photoshop a picture of myself with some celebrities.” She explained quietly. “If you tell anyone—“

“So you’re a liar?” Chloe scoffed. “Whatever. You’re good, I’ll give you that.”

Lila rolled her eyes and extended her hand. “Do we have a deal?”

Chloe hesitated. “Fine.”

They shook hands.

There was a beat of silence before Chloe spoke up.

“Don’t you have an allowance?”

“Not after I bombed the mock exams from last week.”

“Ah.”

“Would you like to come over during lunch break, Adrien? My dad made fruit cake!” Marinette asked as she walked down the front steps.

“Sure! Your parents are super nice. And they’re good bakers.” Adrien took Marinette’s hand as they walked over to the bakery.

Chloe stormed up to Lila after watching the couple leave.

“You said you’d break them up! I should’ve known you wouldn’t actually—“

“These things take time. Calm down.” Lila responded. “Look, I’m modeling with Adrien later today. I’ll work on it then.”

“I don’t have time to wait!” Chloe yelled. “I’m taking action now.”

Lila grabbed Chloe’s arm, stopping her from chasing the couple. “If you’re going to do something, at least let me come with you so you don’t do anything stupid.” Lila said harshly.

“Hi Adrien!” The Dupain-Chengs greeted him. “You can head upstairs, there’s food in the fridge.”

“Thanks Mom.” Marinette kissed her mother on the cheek and hugged her dad. “Cmon Adrien.”

Only a minute later, Chloe and Lila walked into the bakery.

“Hello!” Lila smiled at the bakers. “Marinette forgot her phone at school, so Chloe and I thought we’d bring it back to her.”

“Oh thank you, girls. You can leave it here.” She pointed next to the cash register.

“Could we actually go see her? We have some drama to tell her about!” Lila gave her best exaggerated laugh.

“...alright, head upstairs.” Sabine said. “Oh and Chloe—“ she turned to her, “I’m glad you and Marinette are now friends.”

“Yeah we’re f-f...friends.” Chloe hissed forcefully.

Lila scoffed at her horrible lying. “Let’s go!” She pulled Chloe upstairs.

The two girls managed to slip past the couple since they were playing video games. They snooped around Marinette’s room, looking for something to use against Marinette.

“Here” Lila said, taking pictures of Adrien off of the wall. “We just need him to come upstairs.” She explained as she tore up the pictures.

“How do we do that?” Chloe whispered, watching as Lila scattered ripped pictures across the floor.

“Knock over the mannequin. Then we can hide up there.” Lila pointed to the hatch that lead to the balcony.

Chloe pushed the mannequin over, and the two girls escaped to the balcony.

“What was that?” Marinette said, hearing a thump come from her room. “I’ll go check it out.”

She walked up the stairs to her room, leaving Adrien alone in her living room.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this.” He whispered to Plagg. “I’m going to transform and enter from the balcony to help her.”

Marinette gasped, seeing her pictures on the floor. She picked the mannequin back up, and looked around the room for any evidence.

“Marinette, someone broke in!” Tikki whispered. “Transform! It might be dangerous.”

“Okay, but we need to hurry. I don’t want Adrien to come up here.”

Chloe and Lila crouched on the balcony, listening for arguing downstairs.

“Where are they?” Chloe stood up, but before she could check, she heard a voice from behind her.

“Breaking and entering, ladies?” Chat Noir landed on the balcony. “Shameful.” For once, he didn’t look like he was joking.

“Chat Noir! Ladybug told us to hide here because—“ Lila began, but was soon interrupted by a flash of red.

“Did I?” Ladybug glared at the girls. “What happened here, Chat?”

“These girls broke into your— I mean, Marinette’s house. I didn’t see any real damage luckily.” He explained, standing next to ladybug.

“You’ve really outdone yourself, Lila.” Ladybug clapped mockingly. “Bringing Chloe into this? Out of jealousy? You’re sick.”

“There’s morning you can do about it.” Lila stood up, clenching her fists. “Adrien will be mine, and Marinette can’t stop me.”

Chat Noir snapped. “You do not get to threaten Marinette. She’s more talented than you. She’s smarter than you. She will not lose to you. And if you think you can mess with her, then you need to think again. Because if you do anything to Marinette, I will do the same to you.” He said angrily, causing Lila to step back in fear.

Ladybug seemed almost as shocked as Lila at Chat’s anger. He’d never been this serious before. But she did feel safer knowing that Lila wasn’t going to bother her anymore.

Ladybug looked at Chloe, almost feeling bad for her. She was just lonely— she wasn’t evil like Lila. But both superheroes left the scene as quickly as they had arrived.

Chloe was frozen on the balcony, hating herself. She angered her hero and literally committed a crime—

“Get up.” Lila pulled her up. “I have one last thing to do.”

“Nothing can fix this.” Chloe had tears in her eyes— she’d never be queen bee again.

“Yes, but I can still take down Marinette.” Lila reassured her.

“Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Lila.” Gabriel shook the girl’s hand. “I’ll make sure to break them up.”

Lila grinned on her way out. She always won.

“Nathalie, go to the Dupain-Cheng bakery. I need to speak with them.” Gabriel turned to his tablet, already planning the next akumatization. “Marinette Dupain Cheng will be my masterpiece.”

*I’m not sure where this prompt even went to be honest— writing chloe and Lila was interesting though. I do think they’d be good scheming partners. Sorry if this wasn’t what the prompt asked for— I ended up merging the chloe and Lila reactions towards Adrienette. Thanks for the prompt and feel free to give feedback!

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Lessons in Falling in Love: Chapter One

Summary: Selene is a student, Joe is a professor. Thing’s don’t always work out the way they do in movies, and things aren’t always what they seem. 

Permanent warning/disclaimer:  this will be a story that contains smut, will have cursing, and other themes like these. So, if you’re under the age of 18, please skip this story. Also, everything in this story is completely fictional and not based on real life!!!!!!!! It’s for dramatic and entertainment purposes only. 

A/N: I hope you enjoy this story, I’m going to try to post this chapter and the second today, since this is more of an intro. I have 10.5 full chapters already done so I might be able to post once or twice a week! Please let me know what you think! 

The music in the club was the kind of loud you could feel in your chest. To some it was overkill, but to Selene, she loved it. She loved to go out and dance when she was feeling stressed out. She dawned a little black dress that clinged to her curves perfectly, her dark black hair was straight and whipping about as she moved to the beat of the song that played. She waved to her friends sitting off to the side, her best friend Nova sat in the lap of her boyfriend, Gwilym. They weren’t the type to go out and dance like Selene, but they were there for emotional support.

She found eyes in the flashing lights, and offered the attractive man a smile, spinning away from him to continue dancing. A few moments later, she was in the same situation, she watched and waited for him to make his way to her. He maneuvered his way over, his body also moving to the music. She laughed at his moves. He wasn’t bad. He was just feeling it. She immediately found him attractive, his smile was enough. She loved his strong nose and the shape of his eyes. She almost couldn’t believe he came over to her.

“I’m Joe.” he introduced himself, calling over the boom of the music.

“Selene.” she shakes his hand in return. “Nice to meet you, Joe.” A flirtatious grin is offered as they both stay hand in hand, longer than usual.

This was only the start of her night. She finds herself dancing with him, getting closer and closer as the night continued on. A lot of alcohol was consumed along the way, making her more comfortable around this stranger. He was funny, and sweet. She found herself laughing easily at his jokes. Way to easily, like he knew her exact humor to a tee.

Then, she found herself in his arms, kissing him like he was the last guy on earth. They both moved in at the same time, smiling to one another before their lips collided in a desperate and sloppy fashion. They didn’t care that they had just met, or what was to follow. They didn’t care about any consequences. Even when she got in a ride with him to his house, she clung to him. His arms wrapping around her body and pulling her into him. His hands exploring her body with every passing minute.

It was the sun creeping across the blankets that covered her, that made her groan and roll away from the bright light. It took her a moment to realize she wasn’t in her bed. This jolted her out of her sleepy haze, and her eyes widened as she looked down at her naked body. Naked beside for the dark marks left all over her chest and even some on her thighs. Moments from the night before flashed through her brain. Joe.

Selene met and slept with Joe. She felt her body heat instantly thinking about the night he had given her. As much as she wanted to say she regretted it, she remembered enjoying every moment. She got flashes of his attentiveness to her body, the way he carefully used his hands to explore. She flushed red at respectful he was in asking her permission before he did anything else. He was brilliant in bed, the best she ever had by a long shot. She covered her face, as if anyone was there to witness her remembering the night.

She felt her heart race realizing he wasn’t beside her, and she slowly sat herself up to examine the place. It was clean and neat even more than her own room. It smelled of men’s cologne and fresh laundry, even the bed sheets smelled nice. She laid back trying to contemplate her options again.

She could hear rustling around in a further part of the house, and froze. She wasn’t exactly sure how to go about what to do next. In movies, they usually snuck out before the other woke up. That wasn’t even a possibility now. She realized she’d have to face him, head on.

She quietly found her dress and slipped it on before carefully creeping across his hardwood floor. She could hear him humming an vaguely familiar tune, and slowly glanced around the corner. Joe stood over a pan of eggs and placed some on a plate beside him. He looked handsome, still. Even with messy morning hair. He turned off the burner and turned to her, his eyes widening with a large smile to accompany them.

“Morning.” he said, his white t-shirt clung to his small frame, and he placed down a second plate on his small dining room table. He held out his arms toward the two empty chairs.

“Morning.” Selene greeted him, her body warming at his gesture to sit. Her stomach growled, and felt empty. With all the energy she expelled the night before she needed sustenance. She sat across from him, and began digging in immediately.

“Do you remember my name?” she asked quietly as she reached for the big cup of coffee sat in front of her.

“i couldn’t forget the goddess of the moon, Selene.” he chuckles, sitting back and observing her as she finished off her plate. “Do you remember mine?” he returns the question and she nods.

“Joe.” she shrugs. “I-I don’t do this, ever.” she feels her heart start to race as she breathed in. “I’m not the one-night-stand type of girl.”

“I’ve never done this either.” he shrugs, “It doesn’t have to be.”

“What do you mean?” Selene leans forward, finishing off her cup of coffee, folding her arms across themselves on the table. Her eyes stayed on Joe’s. She hadn’t really looked at them until now, they were a beautiful hazel color. He gives her a warm smile.

“Give me your number so i can call you sometime.” As he slides his phone to her.

She kissed him goodbye.With her hand on the side of his face, her thumb grazing over the stubble. She liked the feeling of his soft lips on hers. Though, she figured she would never see him again, she left her hand lingering on his chest. Both of their smiles were smitten and lazy. He even let her leave in one of his flannel shirts over her little black dress.  

When she got into her shared apartment Gwil sat on the couch, his eyes fell back to look at her. His long legs sprawled the end of the couch and he jumped up to his tall height. He fixed his glasses and squinted toward Selene who curiously looked back toward him.

“Oh my god!” he yells, loudly rushing toward her. “You’ve been attacked! We have to call a doctor! Nova! Come quick!!”

“Gwil!?” Selene laughed, understanding his sarcasm.

He just began screaming and yelling as if someone was murdered, while Selene laughed at his dramatics. Nova quickly rushed into the living room as fast as her small legs could carry her. Her hazel eyes looking between her boyfriend and her best friend.

“What is going on!?” she fumed, looking between Gwil and Selene who was just as shocked as Nova.

“Look at this.” Gwil said quietly. He pointed to Selene’s clearly visible marks and Selene looked down flushing bright red. Nova’s eyes growing wide as she realized.

“WHAT HAPPENED!?” she asked. “I left you alone with Joe for one minute.”

“It was…” Selene began but her eyes fell to Gwil who’s eyes were wide and filled with a little concern and hesitation. “Gwil could you excuse us, please.” Selene laughs. He nods before disappearing into another room.

The two quickly changed and headed out to get coffee. There was no hiding the markings that dawned Selene’s skin. They settled into a small area in the back of the cafe by some windows.

Selene and Nova met a year after they graduated high school. The two were inseparable ever since they met. They bonded over music and their love of coffee and art. They both knew each other inside and out, they both connected in a way that no one else could match.

Selene told her about the end of her night and the morning. Leaving out anything to dirty for it being early afternoon and in public.

“It doesn’t matter how great this morning was, i’m never going to hear from him again.” She sighed heavily, a little upset.

“Why do you say that? He could have just kicked you out or something and he didn’t! He made you breakfast and asked for your number.”

“To save me the embarrassment probably.” Selene rolls her eyes.

“Or maybe he wanted to get to know you. I feel like he’ll call.” Nova sighs, giving up on the argument.

“Or. i’ll call it a good time and be fine.” Selene shrugs.

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Chapter 2

: It's (Not) OkayChapter by

beccalovesyuge

Summary:

This chapter was prompted by pinksakura271 on FFN who wanted to see more flashbacks about them falling in love. And yes, dear, I will include more Marichat goodness. ;)

Notes:

The flashbacks will continue through this story. If there is anything in particular you would like to see, let me know!! There is def some more Adrienette and Marichat coming up. Any Ladynoir will be flashbacks only for the next few chapters.

When Adrien opened his eyes, he was blinded by pink. He blinked his eyes a few times and still the pink and flowers remained. He defiantly wasn’t in his room. He shifted in the bed and froze. His bare arm had touched the faded cotton sheet and blanket he was bundled in. He wasn’t Chat Noir anymore. He was Adrien.

“It’s okay,” came a meek voice from somewhere in the room.

Adrien sat up fully and looked down from the loft bed. Marinette stood below him near a ladder. She chewed her lip nervously. “You don’t have to worry, Chaton. Everything’s ok now.”

XXX

Adrien burst into the emergency room with Marinette cradled in his arms. “Please!” He screamed. “She’s lost a lot of blood!” Her pink pants were soaked through near her crotch. “She’s pregnant!” He added in near hysteria.

That seemed to kick the blonde triage nurse into action while patients in the waiting room around him began to stand and move closer, eager for a look at something more interesting than a sprained wrist or the flu. The nurse behind the counter yelled for a doctor. Immediately, a stretcher was rolled out and Marinette was taken from him. She had passed out before he’d even left the mansion. Tikki had not been able to keep the transformation up much longer and Ladybug became Marinette in a flash of pink sparkles.

Adrien clutched Marinette’s limp hand as hot tears fell down his cheeks. “Everything’s going to be okay, Princess. I promise. I’ll fix this.”

A nurse gently removed his hand and she was carted away through the double doors.

Adrien fell into the nearest chair. His body trembled as the last of his adrenaline faded. His father had tried to kill his fiancée. His father had tried to kill his child. He scrubbed his hands up and down his face as he waited to wake up from this nightmare. He wanted to wake up in their bed with Marinette at his side with a sweet smile on her face. He wanted to see her prance around their kitchen in one of his old tee shirts and her pink panties flashing when she bent over.

With the commotion suddenly died down, the other patients ignored him as another woman sat in the plastic chair beside him. Adrien would not have noticed her had she not asked him how far along she was. He dropped his hands heavily to his lap as he turned to find Nathalie sitting beside him with registration paperwork. She clicked her pen once or twice before screwing her lips to the side. “I’ll just put about four weeks.”

“What are you doing here?” He asked hotly. “Did he send you here?”

Nathalie was half way finished with the first page before she responded. “If you mean my employer, your father, then yes. I’m here to keep the press away from this unfortunate turn of events. And to see that any mention of you is kept from her chart.”

“Unfortunate turn of events!” He shouted. “He tried to kill my baby!” The nurse at the reception desk hushed him. She had obviously already been bribed otherwise his statement would have had her calling the police.

Nathalie tilted her head. “Adrien, Marinette fell from a bridge.”

XXX

“You fell from a bridge,” Marinette explained. “You didn’t wake up. Even after Miraculous Ladybug,” she added quietly. The girl climbed the ladder and paused at the foot of the bed.

Adrien swallowed thickly. “I guess, you know?”

She nodded and looked down, her thick bangs hiding her eyes. “I feel dumb for not figuring it out sooner. I never tried to, but Alya mentioned it once or twice. And then Clara’s video.”

He crawled down the bed towards her. “I’m sorry, Marinette. I…You told me all that personal stuff when I came around as Chat Noir. I never should have done any of that, especially when you finally admitted it was me, Adrien me, you liked.”

Marinette didn’t look up. “You’ve still not figured it out yet, have you?”

“Figured what out?”

When she looked up with tears in her eyes, she said, “I’m Ladybug.”

XXX

“Adrien, there’s a lot you don’t understand.” Nathalie added quietly as her charge fumed at Marinette’s admit reason. “No matter about the secrets, you still have to uphold the Agreste name. I am sorry, Adrien, but Marinette can’t be part of that. Not right now, anyway.”

The young man rolled his eyes. “He doesn’t get to make that decision. I’m going to marry her.”

Nathalie removed her glasses and rubbed her eyes tiredly. “I do care about you, Adrien. You are honestly like a son to me. And off the record, there are a lot of things your father has done that I don’t approve of. I have helped him with those endeavors and I’m not proud of my sins. Unfortunately, I’m not in a situation where I can just walk away from it at this point. There is still a chance for that girl. She can hide overseas, go to university. If she stays here, he will try again and again until he gets what he desires. Honestly? I am surprised he even let you take her.” She delicately shoved her glasses back up her nose.

Adrien folded his arms across his chest. “She’s not leaving. I’ll make sure he stays away from her and then we’re finishing this. We’re taking away his Miraculous and he’s going to jail.”

The assistant stood, clipboard held to her chest. “Will you be able to handle the fallout? If you succeed, the Gabriel brand will no doubt go under. Hundreds of people will lose jobs. You’ll lose access to your accounts, both domestic and foreign. Miss Dupain-Cheng will never be allowed to work in the industry because it is public knowledge you two are engaged. You will ruin her.”

He scowled up at her. “I won’t let that happen to her.”

She offered him a small smile. “Just remember, the game ends when the queen is captured.” With that, she walked towards the reception desk and handed in Marinette’s paperwork. Adrien watched as a thick manila envelope was handed to the nurse that was promptly hidden in a desk drawer. Without another glance, Nathalie left the emergency department.

XXX

“Where does this leave us?” He asked quietly. Marinette sat on the edge of her bed, her knees drawn up to her chest.

“I don’t know,” she answered honestly. “I want to be with you. I know it’ll be hard to adjust and if you just want to stay friends and partners, I’m fine with that.” Her face heated and she hid it atop her knees.

Adrien moved closer, his hand reaching out to caress the skin of her cheek peeking out from her hiding place. “I don’t want to be just friends or partners anymore. I love you. I’m here for the long run.” His voice was fragile.

She peaked up at him with those large bluebell eyes. “I want that, too.” She repeated.

XXX

Adrien’s body was still by the time a doctor called his name. He swallowed thickly as he stood, his joints cracking. The middle-aged man in light blue scrubs held the doors to the triage area open. Adrien’s steps were slow and shaky as he approached. “Is she…Are they okay?”

A brief flicker of sadness crossed the doctor’s face before it smoothed back into professional blankness. “Come with me.” The doors locking behind him seemed to echo in the sterile hallway as he followed the doctor.

“She’s in post-op now. Once she’s woken up, we’ll move her to a private room,” the doctor explained as they navigated the labyrinth like corridors. “My name is Dr. Long. I performed the surgery on her. She’ll recover quickly, but to be safe, it would be best to wait about six months to a year to try again.”

Adrien’s sneakers squeaked as he abruptly stopped. “Try again? You mean…?”

Dr. Long turned to face him and that sad look from earlier crossed his face. “I regret to inform you, but she miscarried from her fall.”

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Stray Dove 6: Failed Redemption

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Thor Odinson x Plus!Size Reader

Warnings: Angst!

A/N: This takes place during Thor: The Darkworld

Words:+1,500

Devotion, it is love, loyalty, enthusiasm for a person, a god, a fate coupled with the stubbornness to not give up on the one that holds warm beating heart in powder blue hands that belong to the lover that has frozen her own. There was no hope of getting what was once to be had back, no matter how any of them pleaded, reasoned, or warred with themselves, wanting so desperately to explain what happened but knowing it would serve no one any good at this point.

It had been seen to that books were brought, furniture, clothes, whatever possible to make sure that the two didn’t have the opportunity to slip further into the dark recesses of troubled minds. Subconscious that frolicked with death, torture, complete evil every time, tired eyes closed in a vane attempt to rest.

“I see that you have been getting the gifts mother & I send,” Thor began as Y/N turned from the book in pale hands, stretched out on the chase lounge & thankfully in the nicer wardrobe that Frigga had made for Y/N.

“I have. Your early by the way, thought you weren’t due to arrive for a few more months,” the warrior began.

The pale fate putting bare feet over the edge of the lounge looking over the gods change from the usual Midgardian garb to that of Asgard. Lips wanting to turn up in an excited smile that he had come to see her but forced it down, Thor needed to get the hint to move on, she was lost yet he kept coming back.

“Something came up. The Aether was found,” Thor began coming to stand with Y/N who looked over his hair & clothes closer, the god wasn’t acting excited at getting to speak with her as usual, cocking loose longer, Y/H/C/ head at him as if she could read him, having heard rumors of he & Jane as of late.

“Your mortal is it…,” Y/N began, knowing how to get him fuming in no time & hearing a snicker from Loki as she smirked at Thor.

“She is not MY mortal Y/N, how many times do I have to tell you that you are the only one for me,” Thor snapped, obvious he was trying to keep anger in check but it wasn’t working as he bared beautifully white teeth & scowled over at Loki leaned against the barrier closest her cell with a vicious grin on almost matching pale face.

“Shut up Loki,” Thor snarled at his brother blue eyes hardening as both gods didn’t seem to be backing down, Y/N filling the charge in the air, “this is your fault!”

“Oh, come now dear brother, your precious fate did quite a bit of damage herself did you not pet,” Loki laughed looking to Y/N who turned her head, trying to hide the impish grin that was threatening to spread over insipid features

Y/N didn’t have to look at the god to know the worried gaze she was fixed with, one of pleading & begging to tell him what happened. Y/E/C orbs meeting troubled blue gaze that told Thor it wouldn’t be happening today but still worth a try.

“Tell me dove. Please tell me what happened on Midgard, it can’t hurt,” Thor began watching her close as bare feet strode the marble floor, quick glance to Loki then the fresh batch of prisoners that mulled around in their own cells before finally turning back to Thor who was closer than expected.

“But what good will it do Odinson? No one will listen to what we have to say, it never mattered. I'm just the daughter of a traitorous, murderous frost giant that followed in her father’s boots am I not? We were both naïve for believing that it would be simple for us, I, the appointed sentinel of the royalty of Asgard for recompense,” Y/N tried to speak calmly but failing when anger escaped in a hateful snarl that Thor didn’t recoil from watching the fate worriedly, noting confinement was getting to her.

“Do you think so little of my love that you think I would believe that the Y/N that attacked Midgard is the same that I was betrothed to? I saw the look of your eyes sweetheart, that wasn’t you, that wasn’t MY Y/N, my betrothed, MY dove…,” Thor began to rant till wrath consumed the fate, golden blue seidr erupting from pale hands to flare up covered arms, even noting Loki out of the corner of his eye take a step back.

“I AM NOT YOUR DOVE,” the fate snarled, glaring at Thor.

Y/E/C eyes going wild with seidr that burned in curvaceous body, wanting out but there was no such outlet. Nothing to take it out on, nothing to wound but herself, something in all truth Y/N had honestly thought of recently, had it not been for Loki seeing the signs & talking the fate out of it every time. The smiling Thor pissing her off more, trying to calm herself as the apparition turned as if there was someone speaking or entering into the room he occupied.

“You should go,” Y/N spoke quietly, turning from Thor to go back to the lounge to pick up where she left off filling him eventually leave.

“You were very harsh pet, more so than usual, are you…,” Loki spoke over to Y/N trying to get distracted mind to register he was speaking to her.

“I'm fine Loki,” Y/N spoke not looking away, turning the page focusing on the book, thankful that for one he didn’t badger her to death & leaving her to her own thoughts.

Jane was here, the Aether, the Aether? It was hidden away on Midgard wasn’t it? Was that mortal stupid enough to have stumbled upon it & how? The convergence was close, even they felt it, knew Frigga did, having spoken to Y/N just the other day, even bring up Jane to the queen curious to her input but not wanting to sound like a whiny little girl begging attention from an old lover. Quiet moment shattered by the yelling in the cell directly next to her getting their attention to watch the cell filled with black smoke.

Chaos filling the dungeon as both looked on at the scene that unfolded before them, the first Kursed that either had seen but knew what it was as it began to free itself, then the others in the dungeon for distraction. Though it was quick to back away from Loki, turning to look at the fate who cocked Y/H/C head at it to stand unflinching at her barrier, the thing meeting Y/E/C gaze for a moment then looking away to the stairs.

“What’s the matter? We make you nervous,” Y/N hushed to it as it took one last look at the two before starting to the stairs.

“You may want to take the ones to the left,” Loki spoke after the creature that stopped, seeming to take it into account before doing as Loki instructed.

Both prisoners watching the others running back & forth, the guards trying to round up who they could as the two casually went back to their books, no conversating over the chaos, best to wait it out.

It was quiet, eerie silence between the two after they had been informed of Frigga’ death, well after both had a violent outburst, Y/N going to a corner while Loki went to the back of his cell to sit in silence as well. The fate finding interest in the flesh around short nails, picking at it, biting, bringing blood at times, not bothering to heal it as thoughts began to go dark at the sight of bright red pricking at the picked skin. How easy, how easy to take that final step, that was means, means to….

“That’s enough Y/N,” came a dry lifeless voice form across the aisle, knowing Loki had seen a tic to have spoken & looking to realize she rubbed along forearms as if to find a place to start.

“Afraid I would leave you in this Hel alone aegis,” Y/N spoke, not looking away from pale forearms until movement next to Loki’ cell caught her gaze, looking up to find Thor standing next to it, movements telling Y/N that this was more than just a consolation for the death of Frigga.

Svartalfheim

Can you guarantee me death like I know you plan, Y/N spoke to Loki as she stood back with Jane protectively though they both loathed each other.

Loki & Thor plotted to get the Aether free of Jane, the weak woman that the fate stood with, looking the mortals weak state over, she would treat Thor well. If the frail mortal survived this feeling Loki tickle at her mind to draw attention away as the scene played out in the gods head.

Of course, but this is your chance to escape with Thor, he will be wanted as well, Loki commented worriedly as he spoke with Thor on other matters.

He has her if this works, just do as I ask for once, Y/N huffed out the god chuckling in heavy head at her impatience.

Anything for you pet, though I must warn you it will be painful, he chuckled darkly before pushing Thor from the cliff, looked like it was time to act as the god tumbled from the ledge.

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Journey of the Mimic

Writing Prompt: A group of adventures return home to find out that their pet is missing. Their pet is a Mimic.

“What’s a mimic?” asked Charlie, the newest addition to the fateful band of adventurers.

She was a cleric and had decided to join up with this band of a fighter, barbarian, and mage when they came to the rescue of her city from an evil sorcerer.

“It’s a little hard to explain,” spoke the fighter known as Theobes.

Theobes turned his head to the half-orc barbarian, Grognock.

“Mimic is creature that change to objects. It look like chest, but full of teeth and a tongue.”

“Yeah, that’s good description,” spoke Annabelle, “Now where the hell did it get off to?”

The four adventurers were returning to their base, a small fort in the middle of some hill lands, and were now actively searching the place for a treasure chest that drags itself across the floor. After combing through their entire base, they finally concluded that the mimic was gone.

“I found these keys on the seat,” spoke Charlie.

“Oh great, the door was left open and the keys were left out,” Annabelle said angrily.

“Well, let’s just be glad only our mimic is gone?” asked Theobes, trying to hide his guilt.

“Alright, this could be a horrible situation and we’ve gotta fix it,” spoke Annabelle.

“Why’s that, boss?” asked Grognock.

“We’re just outside the city of Hillgrand, Grognock.” “They think we’re heroes,” spoke Theobes.

“They don’t know mimic from us.” “That’s a good point!” Theobes said excitedly. “Then we can immediately forgive whoever left the base door opened and unlocked!”

Charlie and Annabelle exchanged looks of disbelief before reaffirming they were going to find this mimic before it wreaked havoc on the city. As they got ready to leave, Charlie noticed a pool of blood seeping from beneath a closet door.

“Uh… guys?” she asked.

Grognock stomped over to the closet and put his hand around the doorknob. Charlie could swear she saw a sadistic smile on his face as he ripped the door open, destroying the doorframe. Inside there was a large wooden chest, blood dripping from the closed lid. It opened up to reveal a set of teeth and let out a small bark.

“Chomper is home!” declared Grognock as he pet the mimic.

“Thank goodness that’s resolved!” Theobes said, miming the act of wiping sweat away from his forehead. “Time for a deserved rest.” “Alright, crisis averted. I wonder how he ended up in the closet though.” “Maybe he chase rat.”

-

Some time earlier...

The sounds of a lock being undone clicked through the silent hall.

“Presto,” a voice declared.

Five unruly men and a large half-orc woman entered the base: a band of rogues. Chomper sat in the corner, absolutely still and assuming the usual shape of a treasure chest. Anticipation almost made him quiver as he watched his would-be meals wander through the base.

“Damn, look at that, Gabryell!” said a short man with tan skin and equipped with several swords.

Gabryell, a tiefling with red skin and a pair of short horns that poked out from under his hair, looked over at the large chest. “Wow, these morons just leave their valuables out for us. They’re just asking us to rob them, aren’t they, Saffron Double-Threat?”

They gave a surly chuckle and started walking over to the chest. They stopped short as another man ran in front of them.

“Guys, wait! What if they’ve got dogs here?” asked Demontooth.

He was a dependable fighter and great for their operations, but had the unfortunate downfall of suffering from a phobia of dogs. “Well I don’t smell any,” replied Gabryell with a sneer.

“You can’t smell anything at all!” declared Hantrus.

“Then I guess there’s nothing here!” joked Saffron.

Everyone but Demontooth roared with laughter. Hantrus lugged up some chains and set them on the ground. Looking at the feet of who he spoke to, he declared their next actions.

“Let’s be quick. Demontooth, chain up the chest. Double, let’s search for any guards. People or dogs. Gabryell, help him Demontooth with the chest.”

“Uhm, my eyes are up here,” declared Saffron. “Double-Threat,” spoke Arii Squawk, “Don’t give yourself to the reaper too soon. I need you still.”

The four of them stood at attention while the boss walked over to a chair and sat down. The fifth man trailed right behind her. “What do you require, mistress?” asked Wartdragon.

“Fill the wagon for the boys while I make myself at home.” “Right away, mistress.”

Chomper got ready to attack as Demontooth timidly approached the chest, watching for dogs. Unfortunately, he was faster and threw the chains on the mimic. It stunned Chomper and in his daze, he was chained up. He tried to morph away but there was magic on the chains, something to help move chests that had been magically sealed or locked. It also had the side effect of preventing Chomper’s shapeshifting.

As Chomper was carried out by Demontooth and Gabryell, he saw the rest of the rogues looking through the base. Set on the back of a carriage amongst other wares, Chomper could do nothing but wait. Chomper wasn’t intelligent enough to formulate big plans, but he understood that the base was his home and he didn’t like being taken away. That was also the home of his friends and he hoped the three of them would return soon. Unfortunately, they had recently set out and were in the middle of trying to survive the dungeon of a mad sorcerer.

About half a day later, the wagon was being parked back at the rogues’ base of operations. “Why does Wart get to stay behind with the boss?” complained Gabryell as he unloaded the cart. “You ever notice he’s missing an ear and fingers?” asked Hantrus.

“Yeah. Clumsy guy shouldn’t have blades, right?”

Saffron laughed before answering for Hantrus, “Dude’s got a gambling problem, idiot.” “So?” “So, he owes his life to the boss. He used to be a noble or some crap before he got himself into so much trouble. Now he’s been trained to be her living weapon.”

“Oh,” Gabryell said as he began moving the unloaded stuff inside.

Demontooth grabbed the chest and began dragging it in. “Where do you want this, Hantrus?” he asked, looking directly at the man. Hantrus, avoiding eye contact, turned his head towards Demontooth and pointed to a corner. “I’ll start cracking it open while you guys lay out the loot.”

It took some time for Hantrus to gather his thieves’ tools and return to the room with the chest. As he approached, suddenly Saffron called out. With a sigh, Hantrus set down his tools and went across the hall to their room. Chomper could faintly hear them conversing.

“Wow, that is an interesting relic. Demontooth, you’ll have to use your connections to find a fence to get a price on this. I’ll check it for anything special, just grab it when you’re done in here.” “How come Demontooth always gets to do this stuff?” asked Saffron. “Cause I grew up in an underground city, idiot,” retorted Demontooth. “Ah. Well I came from the desert and we did tons of trading there. My dad can tell us where to fence it.” “Fine! Both of you do it,” Hantrus said with a huff.

Returning to the room, Hantrus set the strange statue in the corner of the room. Gabryell shut the door to the loot room with a slam, yelling something about Saffron’s dad. Finally, Hantrus picked up his tools and began to remove the chains from the chest.

Suddenly, the chest had two eyes that stared directly into Hantrus’ eyes. Hantrus froze with fear and anger as there was nothing more in this world he hated than eye contact. “FOUL DEMON!” he cried and lunged forward to stab it with a lock pick.

Chomper’s mouth opened wide and Hantrus tried to scream with terror as he fell into the mouth. Nothing would be heard as Chomper’s large tentacle-like tongue wrapped around his head to silence him and pull him in. Chomper’s eyes turned to the statue. He used his tongue to grab it and fling it at the front door. Through sheer luck, he hit the door directly on the doorknob and in a critical spot, causing the door to break and swing open. The statue rolled away under the cart.

Gabryell threw open the loot door and ran into the room.

“The chest is gone!” he called.

Demontooth and Saffron came running out and looked around.

“Do you think Hantrus stole it?” asked Demontooth. “Impossible,” replied Saffron. “Clearly he took it to some fence, the lock must have been too hard. Look, he even kicked the statue over.” Saffron pointed to the relic that was laying on its side, near where the chest had been moments ago.

“Well, let’s go take care of that then.”

Saffron and Demontooth hopped in the wagon while Gabryell began walking over to a stable to grab a horse.

“Where are you going?” asked Demontooth. “I’ve gotta report to the boss.” “Just ride with us, we’ll go there after getting rid of this statue.” “Fine,I guess.”

The three of them began to ride into town. A few moments later, Saffron brought them to a stop.

“My dad says there’s an old trader here.” “Good lord,” Gabryell began. “He’s real, dammit!” shouted Saffron. “I’m the Double-Threat because my ghost dad is haunting me!” Demontooth just sat quietly and stared forward, hoping this wouldn’t take long.

“Fine, go follow Ghost Dad. Hope you don’t get killed in a back alley.” Saffron took the statue and walked off into the back alley. There was the sound of a scuffle and a scream. Demontooth and Gabryell looked at each other for a minute. “Dad, what do you mean you hated me? Oh god, no!” Demontooth jumped out of the carriage and ran down the alley. There was blood strewn about, a bloody knife, and the statue sitting on the ground. “Oh no,” Demontooth said as he looked around. “I think he really did get jumped and killed.” Gabryell pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration and stayed out of the alley. He fumed for a moment and then told Demontooth to just grab the statue and get out of here. When Gabryell went back for the statue, it was now the shape of a dog. He yelped and fell over. Frozen with fear, he quickly tried to draw his sword. It was already too late as Chomper’s tongue wrapped around his leg.

Gabryell ran down the alley upon hearing the screaming again and saw almost exactly what Demontooth saw the first time.

“I’ll kill you guys for this,” he called out as he grabbed the statue and ran. “Damn it...  I gotta go back to the boss!”

Less than half a day later, they returned to the base. Gabryell picked up the statue and proceeded to go inside. As soon as he stepped in, Wart lunged out at him with a dagger. Instinctively, Gabryell backhanded him and kicked him aside.

“Oh. My bad, man.” “No… It’s okay,” Wart replied as he got up.

The boss came walking out from down the hall, swinging around a ring of keys.

“Looks like we should just upgrade by moving all our stuff to here,” she told Gabryell. “Where’s the other three?”

“Hantrus ran off with that chest,” he said slowly, judging Arii’s face as he talked, “Saffron’s Ghost-Dad got him and Demontooth kidnapped by some thugs while trying to pawn this stupid statue.”

“We’ll find them and make them pay,” Arii responded. “Hantrus will return with an opened chest, for sure.” “Where should I put this statue?” asked Gabryell. “Well, it’ll look out of place if they walk in and see it. I want to take them by surprise. Set it in the kitchen.”

“Yes, m’am.”

As Gabryell stepped into the kitchen, the statue had a tongue reach out and spill cooking oil. Unable to smell it, Gabryell walked right into it and slipped, falling on the stone flooring and cracking his skull. His scream of pain rang out and through the base.

Wart poked his head in to see the statue had taken the form of the chest again and was eating Gabryell. He screamed and ran.

“Arii! It’s a mimic!”

“Damn it all! We’ve got to kill it. It won’t fight us if we stick together.”

Wart nodded and ran besides her. She equipped her crossbow and they walked towards the kitchen. As they walked in, they simply saw blood and oil on the floor. They looked around as they investigated the kitchen, trying to spot anything out of place.

Suddenly, a chest with large spider-like legs fell from the ceiling onto Wart, knocking him to the floor. Arii pointed her crossbow at it and it skittered back into the main entrance room. Lifting Wart back to his feet, Arii chased behind it. They both entered the room but Arii immediately noticed the extra chair by the closet.

“Damn it,” she bluffed, “It must have gotten away. I’m going to hang my crossbow in the closet. Wart, grab a seat.”

“You want me to sit and relax, mistress?” he asked.

“Yes,” she growled. “But not in my seat.”

Wart began to walk towards the mimic and then he realized what he she meant. As she opened the closet door and turned her back, the mimic lunged at Wart. Quickly, he dodged out of the way as it stumbled across the floor, the legs skittering out from underneath it again. Arii whipped around and tried to shoot it, but it used its tongue to grab her arm and shake the crossbow away. Using her orcish strength, she pulled the creature and slammed it into the closet. Before she could free her arm, it bit off her hand. Ignoring the pain, she yanked her arm free of the monster and slammed the door. Using the keyring, she then locked the closet.

“Stupid monster!” she said cradling her wound.

Wart walked up to her and ripped off his shirt for bandaging. They wrapped up her arm and she handed him the crossbow. “Watch the closet. I’m going to get some medicine. Wait here, Wart.”

As she walked away from the base, an arrow thunked into her back. She turned back, more angry than surprised.

“My name is Elandrial Thorntree.”

He shot her several times and she collapsed in the doorway. Slowly unlocking the door and cracking it open, Elandrial saw nothing inside. The mimic was hiding. He quickly shoved Arii into the doorway and felt something pull her inside. Then he immediately shut and locked the door again. Throwing the keys on the seat, he then turned and left. As he walked down the road, he saw a band of adventurers returning home.

[until-theend-oftheline]

Silver Linings

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Clint x Reader (friendship)

Warnings: Mention of canon typical torture and violence. Fighting.

Square Filled: Craving their touch

Word Count: 1800ish

A/N: This one is written for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan marvel mayhem challenge. My prompt is bolded in the text: “Life messes us up in so many ways, messes all of us right the hell up”

It also fills one of my squares for @marvelfluffbingo

It is my first time writing Bucky (or any of the characters really) so please judge kindly.

Thanks to the amazing, sweet and my expert on all things marvel @emilyevanston for betaing this for me.

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Clint and Steve were walking down the halls of the Stark tower as Steve was catching Clint up on their latest mission. Everything had worked out in the end, but that didn’t mean there haven’t been a few kinks along the way. A young Siberian man from the village they had been trying to save from invasion had recognized Bucky as the man that had tortured and killed his parents when he was a boy. He had attacked, before Steve and Bucky had gotten the chance to reason with him, resulting in his death as he was caught in the crossfire between the Avengers and the invaders.

Needless to say, Bucky hadn’t taken it well and honestly Steve was worried about him. He had been quiet all the way back and the instant they had reached the Stark Tower he had disappeared into his room. Steve had breathed a sigh of relief when Y/N had arrived. Bucky had been a different person ever since he met her. Well maybe not different, but more like the Bucky he had once known; the boy he had grown up with. Steve had hoped that her presence would help him somehow, but now that he heard the loud voices carrying from the Bucky’s room and towards the kitchen, he regretted being so stupid. Bucky wasn’t the same. Y/N had never seen him like this before and Steve should have known better. He should have stopped her or at the very least warned her what she was walking into.

It was too late now though as the door to Bucky’s room opened and closed with a loud bang and Y/N stormed right past Clint and Steve without as much as acknowledging their presence.

“Oh boy,” Clint mumbled looking after the fuming woman before his eyes met with Steve’s. “As much as I would love to send you after her, you’d probably have better luck with grumpy down there,” Clint nodded towards Bucky’s room with a smile. Clint turned around and followed Y/N before Steve had a chance to scold him, but Clint still felt the bitchface Steve gave him on the back of his neck. It’s only effect was the smile on Clint’s face widening.

Truth be told Clint has angered his own wife more than once as he brought the baggage of their job home with him. As pissed as she had gotten, her love and affection hadn’t wavered and Clint saw the way Y/N looked at Bucky. He knew hers hadn’t either. She just didn’t understand. She was a nurse and a damn good woman, but their jobs were something else. How could anyone understand what it was like to have someone rob you of yourself? Have you kill for them without hesitation or remorse. The truth was that no one could understand. Not unless they lived it.

Clint took a deep breath as he spotted her in the small park behind the Tower. She was sitting on the grass with her legs pulled up under her as she watched the ebbs and flows of the fountain before her. She didn’t look angry. Just like Clint had expected the expression on her face was one of agony. Bucky’s pain hurt her because she loved him. She had gotten angry because he wouldn’t let her in. He wouldn’t let her help. Clint had seen the same reaction in Laura more than once when they first met. It had taken him years to let her in and even now somethings were still hard for him to share with her. He couldn't imagine what it was like for Bucky. Decades of torture and killing, of course, he was afraid to let her see the darkness.

“Hi? Mind if I sit?” Clint asked, with a small smile as she looked up at him. She didn’t say anything she just shook her head quietly. Clint felt bad for her, just like he did his own wife once in a while. He understood why Bucky tried to push her away even if he was making a mistake. He even knew that was the exact thing Steve was trying to make him see right now. Y/N wasn’t stupid she knew what kind of a man Bucky was and she knew who he had been in the past and who he had been forced to become. She knew all of it and she chose to stay. Clint knew the argument Steve would make because it was the only one Bucky would hear. Y/N had the right to make her own choice. She had the right to decide what she could and could not handle.

“I don’t need your pity,” she mumbled as Clint sat down and he couldn't help but smile.

“Good cause I don’t pity you,” he answered and her head snapped around to look at him in surprise. “You knew he was a mess when you met him and honestly I don’t think you are the kinda woman that wants to fix him either,” Clint gave her a small nudge with his shoulder and earned a smile.

“I’m not. All he has been through made him who he is now. I love who he is,” she answered truthfully before looking back to the rushing water. “I just wish he would let me in sometimes that’s all.”

“He will. In time,” Clint assured her. He couldn't be sure of course but he saw the way Bucky looked at her. He loved her and trusted her. Him redrawing at times didn’t have anything to do with her even if Clint knew Y/N probably didn’t see it like that.

“Y/N even if it wasn’t him some of the memories are still there. All of them are hiding deep down. It was still his hands that kill those people. He saw it all happen powerless to stop it,” Clint explained even if the memories pained him. If they could help Bucky and Y/N maybe they were good for something.

“Clint I’m sorry…” she began but he just shook his head with a sad smile.

“No pity. Not for you. Not for me. Not for Bucky. He’ll pull through. Listen this life messes us up in so many ways, messes all of us right the hell up but we’ll push through. Bucky too. We’ll focus on the silver linings,” Clint sent her a wink giving her hand a squeeze. He couldn’t help but feel relieved when she laughed.

“I’m a silver lining?” she laughed, causing Clint to shrug.

“To Bucky yes. Laura and the kids are mine,” he answered with a grin as he got up offering her his hand. She took it allowing him to pull her back onto her feet. “Just try and be patient with the schmuck,” Clint grinned wrapping his arm around her shoulder, leading her back to the Tower and a hopefully calmer Bucky.

Y/N tensed as they reached the kitchen and Clint sent her a reassuring smile, nudging her towards the hall and Bucky’s room. “It’ll be fine,” he assured her, praying he wasn’t lying.

She took a deep breath before knocking on the door, slowly pushing it open. Her heart broke at the sight that met her. Steve was sitting in one of the chairs, his elbows on his knees leaning against his best friend. Bucky was on the edge of the bed hiding his face in his hands not looking up until Steve greeted her.

The shock and pain in Bucky’s eyes, when they met hers, took her breath away. A part of him would always fear to lose her each time she walked out of his sight, but today he had been sure he had.

“Hi Y/N. I’ll give you two some privacy,” Steve stood up giving Bucky’s shoulder a squeeze and Y/N a grateful smile before pushing past her out the door.

“Y/N. I’m sorry I didn't mean to yell at you like that,” Bucky spoke the second Steve closed the door behind him. He didn’t move though. He sat completely frozen as if he was afraid the slightest movement would spook her. Y/N felt as if a knife was pushed through her chest. She hated he still thought she could be scared of him. She never had been and she never would be. She knew that telling him that wouldn't make a difference, not right now at least. She didn't run away because he had scared her. She ran because she was angry and hurt he wouldn't let her help him. That he wouldn’t let her even touch him when all she had needed was to feel his warmth, assuring them both he was home.

“It’s fine. Couples fight,” Y/N answered quietly as she crossed the room to sit down next to him. They didn't look at each other, as they sat in silence. His right side was pressed against her left and their eyes fixated on their hands slowly edging closer to each other. They gently started to intertwine and not until they were, did Bucky look at her. His courage fueled her and she looked up to met his gaze.

“I can’t talk about this with you doll. I’m sorry. You’re…” Bucky paused not knowing how to explain it but Y/N just smiled.

“Your silver lining,” she grinned and Bucky raised his eyebrows in confusion.

“You’re my what?” he chuckled lightly squeezing her hand and Y/N pulled a face at him, before looking down at her feet almost shyly.

“Can you do something for me?” she asked. Her voice so low it was barely audible and Bucky’s smile fell. He hated seeing her hurting or sad, especially over him.

“Anything doll. Anything,” he instantly assured her and her eyes met his again. Still looking nervous, she chewed her lip and Bucky wanted to lean in and kiss her to make her stop.

“Hold me?” she asked quietly, making Bucky smile. It had been all he had wanted to do from the moment she walked through the door. He had been so incredibly stupid, pushing her away when he needed her the most.

“C'mere darling,” Bucky laid back on the bed gently pulling her into his arms. He relaxed, closing his eyes as he felt her fingers tender patterns in his chest. She was right. She was his silver lining and just one moment like this with her was worth all the pain he had gone through to get to this day in time.

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Breaking Curfew

Pairings: Dean x Sister, Sam x Sister

Words: 1700+

Summary: The reader returns home late from a party and pisses of her brothers.

A/N: Thank you guys so much fro reading and sharing your love! I’m truly grateful. Also, this is more of a Sam x sister fic and its really fluffy!

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It was your friend Sarah’s birthday. She was throwing a party at her place. Unfortunately for you, the party fell on school night. You also happened to have a math test the next day.  

After a lot of convincing, your brothers agreed to let you go. You promised Sam you would study in advance. You were given a curfew of 9 o clock.

The party started a little late and before you knew it, it was 9.

“Sarah... I have to leave. My brothers will kill me if I’m late.” You whined.

“Come on Y/N. Just stay for a little while longer.” Sarah said. “It’s my birthday. Come on. Pleeeaseeee, stay for 2 more songs.”

Reluctantly you agreed. You danced with everyone else. You ended up having a lot of fun.  You left the dance floor to get a glass of water. You checked your watch to see the time. It read 10:30 pm.

Crap. Your brothers were going to be so pissed.

“Sarah… I’ve really got to go. Happy Birthday once again. Bye…” you shouted as you practically ran out the door.

You opened the bunker door quietly, hoping to sneak in. It was a wonder you thought, that your brothers hadn’t come to Sarah’s house to drag you back home.

They sat at the hall table with inscrutable expressions.

“Nice of you to join us Y/N” Dean said, glaring at you.

“Before you get mad…” you started.

“Oh we are mad Y/N. We are way past that” Sam yelled, standing up, his jaw clenched.

“What the HELL were you thinking? We let you go to a party even though it’s a school night. You have a test tomorrow and you’re coming in at 10:30. We clearly told you that curfew was 9:00.”

You were taken aback by his tone. It was usually Dean who did the shouting. Sam had always been the calmer, more understanding one. You could see that even Dean was shocked to see Sam shout at you like that. You tried to explain why you were late.

“The party started late Sam. And then Sarah insisted I stay for a little while longer and then I kinda lost track of time.” You said, guiltily.  

“Well maybe you can keep track of time when you’re grounded for 2 months.” Sam bellowed.

“2 MONTHS??! What the hell? “You cried out angrily. “You can’t do that!”

“I think I just did.”

“What is the matter with you?” you shouted, losing your temper.

Sam opened his mouth to reply.

“Okay… okay... This is getting out of hand. Let’s take it back a notch shall we?” Dean said, coming between you two, giving Sam a look.

Sam glowered at Dean.

You looked at Sam who was still fuming. You decided to try and soften him up.“Sammy… I’m sorry.”

“Save the apology Y/N. And don’t call me Sammy! Just go to your room” Sam growled.

Sam had never taken such a harsh tone with you. Dean had always been the strict one. Seeing Sam behave this way with you brought tears to your eyes.

“Fine” you hissed and stormed out, wiping the wet tears falling from your eyes.

“Okay. What the hell is wrong with you man?” Dean asked as you exited the room.

“What?” Sam said, glaring at Dean. “She broke curfew. She needed that”

“Yeah. She broke curfew Sam. So why’d you go all “Hulk” on her?” Dean questioned.

“She needs to know the consequences of breaking the rules, Dean”

“I agree. But come on man, this is Y/N we’re talking about. She rarely ever goes to parties, let alone break curfew. She’s a teenager. She was bound to do it sometime.” Dean cajoled.

“So… what? You were just going to let her go without any punishment?”

“No Sammy. I would have yelled a little and then grounded her for a week at most. Not 2 months. I mean seriously, 2 MONTHS? Since when are you this hot headed?” Dean asked.

“Look man, Y/N is a straight A student. She hardly breaks any rules. She’s always reading some book or the other. I mean, she’s practically a younger, female version of you. Except maybe, your hair is longer.” Dean said, grinning at the last part.

Sam threw his classical bitch face.

“You went overboard with this, man.” Dean continued. “Look, I don’t know what the hell has been going on with you but whatever it is; you’ve got to sort it out. You can’t use Y/N as your punching bag.”

“I’m not using her as my punching bag.” Sam scoffed.

“Right. So you almost didn’t rip your sister to shreds 5 minutes ago just because she broke curfew.” Dean says, sarcastically.

“How are you not mad at her?” Sam questioned.

“I am mad at her Sam. But it’s a little hard for me to be mad at her when you’re treating her like she’s committed a crime. Be rational about this, Sammy” Dean reasoned.

Sam instantly felt bad about yelling at you but was too pissed.

“Whatever.” He scoffed and walked off.

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“Hey kiddo… can I come in?” Dean asked, knocking on your door.

You opened the door.

“Dean… if you’ve come to do your share of yelling, can we please do it tomorrow? I don’t think I can take any more of it today.” You said, tearfully.

“I’m not here to yell at you.” Dean stated.

“I’m not, I promise” he said in response to your raised eyebrows.

“Look kiddo… Sam was right in being mad at you. You did break curfew and you didn’t even call or anything. You could have at least texted one of us saying the party started late.” Dean said.

“If I’d have called or texted, you would have just insisted that I come home.” You responded.

“Be that as it may, you know how worried we get kiddo. You know what’s out there. What if something had happened to you sweetheart? How would we have even known?” Dean asked in a calm voice.

He wiped a tear off your face, “It’s not okay for you to break curfew. Don’t do it again. Okay?”

“I won’t. I promise. I’m sorry.” You said, hugging Dean. Dean wrapped his arms around you and patted your hair gently.

“Why did Sammy get so mad at me?” you sniffled against his shirt, now wet with your tears.

“It was just one of those days kiddo. You know how he gets when it comes to school. He just doesn’t want to see your grades going down. ” Dean consoled.

“I’ve already studied for the test Dee. I would never compromise on my grades.”

“I know kiddo. Maybe you should apologize to him again tomorrow.” Dean suggests.

“I already apologized to him once and he shot me down. I’m not talking to him” you snapped, lifting your head and wiping off your tears.

Dean sighed, “Alright kiddo.”

“By the way, you’re still grounded.”

“But not for two months right?” you asked, hopefully.

“No. Not for 2 months. But you are grounded for this entire week. No gadgets, no going out. ” Dean said.

“Thank Youuuu Dee!” you said, hugging Dean again.

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The next day, the test went well. You knew the answers to most of the questions, having studied well in advance.

You didn’t speak to Sam the entire day. You were too pissed at Sam for being so harsh with you. Sam, on the other hand was mad at himself for having yelled at you but still hadn’t gotten around to talking to you. You would just ignore each other whenever you were in the same room.

Dean came to call you for dinner.

“I think I’ll eat in my room tonight” you said.

“Okay. You know what. Come here…” Dean said walking out the door, dragging you by the hand.

He walked you to the Hall where Sam was sitting and reading a Norse lore book.

“Okay. I’ve had enough.” Dean said, slamming the book shut.

Sam jumped in confusion. He looked between you, standing there rolling your eyes and Dean who had his mouth had set in a hard line.

“We’re fixing this now. You both are going to talk and set things right. If there’s one thing we do, its eat dinner as a family. I don’t care who is pissed with whom or who’s not talking to whom. You’re both going to act mature and figure this out. I’m done with you two fighting like kids. Now TALK! So, we can eat dinner as a family.” Dean glowered.

“I have nothing to say to him.” You said, pursing your lips and looking away.

Dean made a face. “Sammy? Do you have anything to say to Y/N?”

“Yeah. I do” Sam said, quietly.

“Y/N, I shouldn’t have yelled at you so harshly. I don’t know what got into me the other day. I’m sorry.”

He walked up to you and placed his hands on your shoulders. “I’m really sorry darling. I didn’t mean to behave that way. ” He said apologetically.

“It’s okay. You were right to be mad. I’m sorry I broke curfew.” you sighed.

“So are we cool? “Sam asked.

“Yeah. We’re cool Sammy.” You said, hugging him tightly.

“Great. Now let’s go eat shall we?” Dean grumbled. ”That apple pie won’t eat itself.” He said, smiling dreamily at the thought of pie.

“Hide the pie while Dean gets the table ready?” Sam whispered in your ear.

“You know it!” you giggled.

(10 minutes later)

“Where’s the pie?” Dean stormed.

“I saw on the table 10 minutes ago.” You said, innocently.

“I know Y/N. I did too. So where is it now?” Dean asked, glaring at you.

“How would I know?”

“Sammy?” Dean growled.

Sam feigned innocence, “I have no idea Dean.”

You looked at Dean who stood with his jaw clenched and then at Sam. You both burst into laughter. “Your face” You chortled, holding your stomach in one hand and pointing to Dean with the other.

“Epic.” Sam said, giving you a high five.

“Really? For this you team up?” Dean asked with an incredulous expression.

“Okay. Haha. Very Funny Now give me MY PIE!!” Dean demanded.

“Sammy… what do you think?” you asked, giggling. “Shall we give to him? “

Dean glared at you, “GIVE ME THE PIE NOW or I swear to god…”  

“Alright, alright… It’s on the hall table....” You started but burst into peals of laughter as Dean ran into the hall.

“The pie’s not in the hall. Is it?” Sam asked.

“Nope. It’s not” you chortled.

“We better run kiddo.” Sam said between laughs, just as you heard Dean shout “Y/N!!!!! GIVE ME MY PIE!!!”

[futurewriter2000]

The Bully ~ Part 5

A/N: Okay so I can’t sleep and I probably won’t sleep all night so I might as well do something. I feel really proud of this part though. Though I might thought I would finish it in this one I then thought of one last scene for the next part. And I also tagged the last person because I just felt like she was just so excited about the 4th part.

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Xx

Quidditch. Man did James Potter love Quidditch. The rush, the adrenaline and the chasing. Quidditch.

And that was where he was coming from. From his Qudditch morning practice to the Great Hall for his morning breakfast, even though he already had one.

He saw his friends at the table, Lily sitting a few seats down and instead of them, he chose her. “Morning Evans.” he smiled earning only a sigh from her.

“Potter.” she replied and continued to scan her book.

“So have you thought of it?” he grinned and slowly moved the book away.

Finally deciding to look the boy in the eyes, she grabbed her things and stood up. “The answer has always been and always will be: a no.”

“Well then love, see you in Potions.” he winked at her, looking at his friends and sliding over to them. “Yello.”

“Prongs. Got enough sleep last night?” asked Sirius, his eyes set on a piece of parchment with his quill scribbling down any word he could think of.

“In fact I got great sleep last night.” he beamed and stretched his arms.

“Oh did you now?” grinned Remus and turned another page in his book.

James furrowed his eyesbrows at his friend. What was that tone all about? And it wasn’t only Remus with that smug face of his, but the other two had it too. “Yeah?” he spoke confusely, his answer sounding more like a question.

“Nothing. Nothing.” replied Remus, taking a sip of his tea and hiding his smile behind the book.

“Okay?” puzzled James. What were then on to? Was he missing something?

After a moment of silence, Peter who has been pretending to write his homework, saw you passing by the Slytherin table and he knew, that he can’t just leave last night alone. “Chocolate.” he mumbled and quickly took another sip of his juice.

Remus and Sirius both looked at eachother, sharing the same mischivious look as they both knew where this was going. “Gorgeous hair.” continued Sirius, getting a chuckle from the boys.

James shot his head up.

“Adorable angry eyes.” added Remus earning another snicker from the boys as James conitinued with solving this puzzle.

“You’re too cute for him.” continued Sirius as the boys continued to laugh.

“Okay what’s going on here?” snapped James and glared as his friends continuing with the looks and the giggling.

“Oh, it’s just an inside joke…” explained Peter, trying not to laugh one more time but failing.

“Mind to fill me in?” replied James, his impatience slowly forming in a frown.

“Only if you are prepared to pay.” said Peter, his eyes sparkling with evilness.

“Prepared to pay?” James quievered as he got lost in this whole conversation.

“Yes. 20 Galleons.” continued Remus.

“20 Galleons?” asked James.

“Oh Moony, don’t forget the 5 Sickles.” added Sirius and turned back to James.

“You know what?! I am not going to let you guys ruin this day for me.” frowned James, standing up and walking away from the table.

—-

The teasing didn’t end. They kept saying the same words to James. Either was when they passed him by or normally when he was doing schoolwork. Always the same words coming from the same person.

“Chocolate.” said Peter, breaking the silence in the room while everybody kept working on their own essay.

Sirius and Remus shared the same mischivious look as before and smiled. “Gorgeous hair.” sang Sirius, putting his hand on his heart and spinning on his chair.

“Adorable angry eyes.” continued Remus, opening his arms and as Sirius, spinning on his chair.

“Seriously guys. Stop it. It’s not funny.” spoke James flatly and continued to try and focus on his essay.

“But you’re too cute for him.” cooed Sirius and leant forward.

“What does that even mean!?!” he snapped, standing up from his chair and throwing down his quill. “And don’t say 20 Galleons and 5 Sickles because I will end you!” he shouted in the room, earning complete silence from the boys.

They all looked at eachother, their smiles slowly emerging on the corner of their lips before they jumped on their feet and sang together. “20 Galleons and 5 Sickles!”

“Ughh! I am leaving!” he yelled and stormed out of the room.

—-

“Stupid friends and their inside jokes.” he muttered angrly and threw another rock in the lake.

‘What does that even mean? Chocolate, gorgeous hair, adorable angry eyes,…’ he thought to himself before noticing you walking around the lake under the arms of Regulus Black.

“Oh great.” he scoffed and continued to watch you giggle and laugh to Regulus’ comments.

What was so funny anyway? He was funnier than Regulus. He could make you laugh with tears of joy in those adorable angry eyes.

Wait.

’Adorable angry eyes?’ he thought for a second before he was interrupted by your laugh once more.

“Wow.” he sighed. You really do have the most wonderful laugh.

If only he was there with you instead of Regulus. He thought before realizing his thoughts.

“Wait what?” he spoke outloud, louder than intended.

He quickly got on his feet and ran into the Forbidden Forest. “No, no, no, no, no. NO!” He was not falling for you. No way. He is in love with Lily Evans and you are jus the girl who gets on his nerves all the time. He hates you. “I mean I don’t hate her I just can’t stand her.” he muttered under his breath, pacing around the woods and biting his nail. “Yeah!” he beamed and threw his air in the air.

He was panicking over nothing. It was just the guilt talking.

Yeah, blame it on the guilt James.

—-

“Did you hear Prongs?” smiled Sirius, nudging James and waking him from his nap.

“Not now Pads. I’m napping?” murmured James and nuzzled his head into his arms.

“Well there is 5 more minutes of class left so you have to wake up at some point.” smirked Sirius and slapped him on the back of his head. “Wake up.”

“Fine.” groaned James and shot his head up. Rubbing his eyes, he grabbed his glasses and put them on, only to see Sirius grinn grow bigger. “Now what didn’t I hear?”

“Regulus and (y/n) broke up.”

“They what?!” he exclaimed, earning an ugly glare from proffesor Binns. Seeing Sirius smirk, he fixed his expression and cleared his throat. “I mean…so?”

“Sooo..this is your chance to ask her out.” whispered Sirius.

“Ha!” scoffed James. “Why would I do that?”

“Because you fancy her.”

“I do not.” denied James and looked at the blackboard, pretending to listen to Bins even though he had no clue what this class was about.

“ Fine. So you don’t mind me asking her out?” said Sirius, leaning on his chair and looking at his reaction.

Yes.

“No. Go ahead.” replied James, barely keeping it together.

“I will.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.” finished Sirius and hearing the bell ring. “In fact I’ll ask her right now.” he smiled and walked after you.

‘There is no way she’ll say yes to him after their break-up.’ thought James and walked out of the class only to see you and Sirius talking to eachother already.

“Actually, I would use the distraction right now.” you smiled at Sirius and looked up to James.

He was fuming inside. The fuck were you saying yes to Sirius asking you out!

Storming over to you, his eyes burning with fire, he grabbed you by the arm and turned you around. “You are not going on a date with Sirius!” he barked at you, later turning to Sirius and pointing his index finger at him. “And no you can’t!”

But Sirius only smiled at the two of you, lifting his hands in defeat and slowly walking away. “My job here is done.” he added but none of two of you cared about Sirius right now.

“What are you?! My father?” you scoffed and crossed your arms.

“No but you just broke up with Regulus and now you’re going out with his brother! The hell do you think you are?”

“Why do you care?!! All you did for the last year was torture me! So why do you care about who do I go out with or not!”

That’s when he shut up. He didn’t have an answer for that so he softened his look to you and released his clenching fists.

“Yeah. Thought so..” you retorded and pushed passed him.

And there it was. That chocolate smell of yours, washing over him and blessing hs nostrills.

“Wait!” he shouted and grabbed your hand.

And there they were. Your adorable angry eyes. “No way.” he smiled and looked up to your hair. “Gorgeous hair.” he mumbled quietly.

“Potter you are talking nonsense.”

“No. I’m not. I finally figured it out.” he smiled and took your hands.

“Good for you, now let me go.” you said angrly, trying to get out of his grip but instead he pulled you closer and crashed his lips onto yours.

Before you could push away, you realized you were already kissing him back. His hands found their way to your lower back, pressing you closer against him as yours ran through his messy dark hair, gripping it tigher and kissing him harder. All the anger you felt towards him was now expressed into one hungry kiss.

Finally realizing who were you actually kissing, you pulled away and pushed him away. “No. No way I’m doing this.”

[starlitwars]

The Master and The Spy

A/U: So I have been losing my mind over Star Wars lately, and I made an oc. So knowing myself the only way to get through this is to indulge.

I made an oc and then started writing little prompts. Now I am writing a fic, I may change the name but this is the beginning. Not entirely sure if I am going to make this a romance but I probably will. Hope you enjoy it and make sure to let me know what you think.

Chapter #1

“Beep. Pause. Beep Beep. Pause,” A series of faint beeps played through the still air of the small metal closet. A woman sat on a bucket with a droid sitting patiently infront of her. Connected to the droid was a long black wire that led to a device no bigger than her thumb. The woman held the device between her fingers and her thumb, her thumb resting on a , her eyebrows knit in concentration as her lips mouth letters and her finger translates them into binary code. “beep. Hold. Hold. Beep beep”

“Nothing new, will report soon.” The woman said in a hushed whisper, finalizing what she had input, she double checked that the message was being masked as a continuous frequency test.

“Castilla! Castilla!” The roar of General Hux echoed down the chrome halls of the Command ship. The woman sat up straight and at the sound of her name she began to scatter. Unplugging the droid and scrambling to her feet, the banging had undoubtedly attracted attention. As she stood she went to grab the device but ends up knocking it to the ground, and just as it hit the metal floor the door swung open. She was face to face with her commanding officer and he was livid, his skin almost matched the colour of his hair.

“Sir!” She said as he loomed over her, she shifted so that her boot was just resting on the device, hiding it from sight.

“Where, have you been and why are you in this closet.” His words were laced with the fury of two suns.

“General Hux Sir, I came across this droid in the halls and it was malfunctioning. I retrieved it and took it to where it would be unseen by the returning Commander Ren.” She spoke quickly and clearly, and her explanation seemed to be believable enough that Hux relaxed his shoulders.

“As admirable as that may have been, he has already arrived and I have been waiting for you and my data pad.” He spoke quietly and stuck his head into the room, looking down at the droid that sat still. Castilla pulls a transparent data pad from her hip and holds it up.

“I was just on my way to deliver it to you, sir.” She spoke formally and Hux snatched the pad from her hand and began to power it up, he nodded his head at her before motioning for her to pass him.

“Let’s get to the command deck before Ren breaks something. Again” Hux was now nose deep into his data pad, he was looking for something specific, and he was waiting for her to walk before he would. Slowly she took her first step, her face twisting and her body cringing as she felt her communication device become crushed beneath her boot. But after her full weight destroyed the device she began a quick stride down the hall, followed by Hux whose strides easily outmatched her own, soon she was hopping from foot to foot in hopes to just keep up with the taller man. As the two of them entered the main command bridge one of the on duty officers approached them looking panicked.

“General Hux Sir, General Ren went looking for you. He was heading for the starboard, he doesn’t seem very happy.” The man spoke quickly and Hux seemed to pale more than usual. It was no secret that Hux hated being in contact with Ren, he thought that Kylo Ren was no better than a child with a dangerous toy. True he was smart and few could surpass his fighting ability in most fields of battle, but he let his anger fuel all his actions. Hux found this all but unbearable, and Castilla knew that should would hear all about it while she finished up her work for the day. She could already hear his complaining.

“You, stay here.” Hux said pointing to the ground and looking at Castilla. This was to be expected. Hux didn’t allow her to go near Ren, in fear that she would end up like his last secretary. The closest she had ever been to the tall masked man was five feet away, Hux always met her halfway, or told you to stay put when he went anywhere with Ren, never wanting her anywhere near the man with a shorter fuse than his own.

Hux was very thorough man but he had come to rely on her, having her remember things but ask that she not write them down for various reasons, as well as just not being able to do everything on his own. This was why he kept her away from Ren.

“Yes Sir.” She said and nodded her head sharply.

“Nobody leaves this room until I return!” He commanded turning on his heel and resumed his quick strides, she and the officer stood still for a solid minute incase he returned.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if we found him without a head.” the officer said with confidence.

“I would take that bet, but I am sure you would win.” She said with her eyes still trained on the large chrome door.

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It took hours to finish up the work, since there was no commanding officer in the room most people slacked off or just took their time. They were in no rush nor were they even going anywhere in particular. Unless assigned specific tasks those on the command bridge were only there to monitor the overall status of the ship. Castilla spent her time looking over emails for Hux, her nails tapping the smooth black glass of her desk. She was bored, tired and she was ready to sleep. She had already been awake for thirteen hours, now she was running on fumes and caffeine. Hux still hadn’t returned, and some of the other officers were making bets on how long it would take before his body would float by the glass.

“That makes three hours and twelve minutes, Barnin you’re out!” the male officer called out towards the man who had approached her and Hux earlier. She was tempted to join the bet, but she was sure Hux would come through that door any minute and dismiss them. She would rather not be caught up in the scolding that the slackers were sure to receive.

“That’s four hours, Garia, you’re done.” They called out every ten minutes, making every moment seem like another eternity before their voices would ring out again. Castilla found herself leaning on her knuckles, her head resting between her thumb and pointer finger, her eyes becoming heavy and her breathing slowing. Her eyes were soon shut and her mind lost in an ocean of calm darkness. This was soon interrupted, first there was the sound of yelling, nothing could be understood but there was yelling. Gradually Castilla peeled her heavy eyes apart, they were met by the fiery red hair of her general storming into the bridge, he was followed by the black mass of Kylo Ren.

Castilla sat up quickly, all the hairs stood straight up and she held her breath, the room was silent except for the sound of the two new additions to the room. Their foot falls were the only noise, meaning everyone in the room had the same reaction as her, nobody was breathing in hopes that they would be overlooked all together.

“Everyone out!” Hux spat as he approached the center of the room. Nobody moved, everyone watched as he turned toward Kylo Ren, his face contorted in pure anger as Ren remained unreadable behind his helmet. “OUT!” Hux roared and everyone in the room scurried for the door. Even Castilla found herself rushing towards the door, walking quickly past Hux she found herself stopping in her tracks. Just a few feet in front of her stood the towering Kylo Ren. She swallowed hard as she stared into the black visor on the helmet, she could feel the eyes of what ever was behind that mask burrowing into her.

“Lieutenant Cosima!” Hux hissed through his teeth, she found herself taking one step back as her eyes seemed to only widen. Her shoulder was then shoved forward by the man behind her, pulling her from her frightened state. She kept as much space between her and the black clad figure as she moved around him and was the last one through the door. As the door shut behind her she finally let the air from her lungs, letting out a large amount of air before gasping inward to fill her lungs that ached for oxygen.

“Castilla, Come on! We will miss the hot food!” A small energetic woman stood at the other end of the hall, her blonde ponytail flying every which way as she jumped, next to her stood a tall thin woman with dark reddish purple hair, pulled back into a tight bun her eyes smiling at the smaller woman but her lips remained a thin line. Castilla quickly approached the two women, the smaller one was named Alizah and the tall woman was named Adrienna. Castilla had found comfort in these two women, they were both brilliant and talented in their own fields. Alizah was a mechanic for the fighter jets, she could fix an engine faster than anyone else on the ship while Adrienna had a sharp mind and fast hands, she worked in the medic wing.

The three women walked down the hall, Castilla was ready to drop any minute but there was food to be eaten and days to be talked about. The three of them were silent for a good portion of their walk before Adrienna broke the silence.

“I see that the mighty Kylo Ren is back on board. I bet Hux is seething.” Adrienna’s voice rumbled pleasantly as she spoke.

“Apparently the two of them have been arguing all day from what I hear.” Alizah said repositioning her ponytail.

“Yes, they have.” Castilla said rubbing her eyes, not caring that she was rubbing mascara onto her skin. Soon she would be in her room washing it off and sleeping in her soft sheets.

“I bet you were squirming in your seat,” Alizah said poking at Castilla while earning a laugh from Adrienna. “Man have you seen how wide his shoulders are? I heard they are big.” She cooed and placed her hands on her pink cheeks. Since Alizah worked with the ships she had only had distant glances at the General, she got to work on his ship once and she didn’t stop talking about it for weeks.

“He is tall that is for sure,” Adrienna said and her voice matched the purr of a cat. She had come into contact with Kylo Ren once or twice, after he trained a bit too hard and ended up exhausting himself to the point of needing medical treatment.

“He never takes off that helmet.” Castilla mumbles, her sleepy state only becoming more apparent as she was now moving and not sitting in one place.

“Helmet or not, I would let that man do anything he wanted.” Adrirenna said and she shivered in delight. Castilla hated this topic, but her friends had an unquestionable infatuation for the man in black.

“I am not even sure if he is a man.” Castilla snorted and received questioning looks from her two friends.

“Says the one who gets to see him the most out of us.”Alizah said while a pout found its way onto her lips.

“Shouldn’t that mean I should know better than both of you?” Castilla was becoming less interested in this conversation as it continued. Her friends continued to gush over the man she had stood in front of only ten minutes prior. His mask came back to mind, the way she felt also came back. She not only felt fear when in his presence but also an urgency. She wanted to know what was under that mask.

“I heard he's gorgeous. One of the girls in security says she caught him without that mask.” Alizah pulled her two taller friends close as she said this quietly. The three of them turning into the mess hall, the three of them becoming distracted as the smell of food caught their attention. Castilla stopped just outside of the door as her friends rushed to get into line, something felt wrong. Turning her head she saw the very man they spoke of standing just feet away from her, she froze once more. She didn't know if she heard a brief laugh or a grunt come from the mask, the voice modulator made it hard to tell, so she just stood tall and nodded at him.

“Commander Ren.” She said with as much confidence as she could before cutting eye contact and disappearing into the mess hall.

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

pls expand on your ridiculous experiences during one semester at a fake college

okay I got a few asks about this so let me see what I can remember right now. These might not all be in chronological order

- At orientation, they were talking about the reservation near campus and all these pretty sites and this kid in the back of the auditorium goes “So uhh…heard this place might be built over a Native American burial ground?”

- The speaker: “…Let’s not think about that, okay?”

- The freshman were on campus alone for like a week and a half (other than the RA’s) before the other students and I just. The parties. Were out of control. An ambulance was called basically every night.

- I walked into the bathroom the first night there to find a girl literally dying because someone slipped something in her drink and she was having a Very Bad Reaction

- Sting- you know, the singer- ‘s son lived in my residence hall. This boy almost accidentally killed me on three separate occasions (while I was just trying to do my laundry)

- I told my family about this at Thanksgiving. Everyone in the room advised me to seduce him

- I ate breakfast in the dining hall exactly once. I got scrambled eggs. I noticed no one had brought out ketchup with the condiments and politely asked about it. I received glares from at least ten different people. Apparently people there don’t believe in ketchup on eggs.

- There were these two boys in my English class known as “The Lumbard Guys”. They didn’t live in my residence hall, but they would come over almost every night, start a party, and destroy part of the basement.

- At orientation this one kid got mad and set his shoe on fire to prove a point

- Also at orientation like??? My roommate disappeared???? And I never saw her again???

- Listen like…this campus just looked like the perfect setting for a horror film, but none of the people from the area got that. They all thought I was crazy until some comic from Comedy Central did a stand up act and said “Why the hell is this campus so creepy? I feel like I’m gonna leave here with someone else wearing my face!”. I felt way too validated.

- ALL OF MY CLASSES WERE SO FAKE

- My “math” class was actually a disguised home ec. course???? All we had were word problems that were incredibly detailed recipes or instructions on how to fix things. The teacher, who I swear to GOD was actually my Mr-Rogers-Wannabe guidance counselor from high school in disguise, spent more time trying to come up with names and backstories for the models in the text book than actually trying to teach

- I had to take a class called “first year seminar” because neither of my parents went to college. It was supposed to be teaching you about how the school works and stuff but SUPRISE BITCH WE’RE JUST GONNA YELL ABOUT RACISM AND PRIVELGE FOR AN HOUR.

- Literally that’s all we did. Just the whole class bonding over all these struggles we had gone through and getting fired up. Like, it was great, but I also ended up knowing very little about campus and school stuff bc that was the class that was supposed to be teaching me lmao

- My Psych teacher was fucking hysterical for the first few classes but then he just. Vanished. I had to drop the class

- My Fine Arts teacher just. Couldn’t stick to a teaching plan. Her entire wardrobe was scarves. She was very passionate about African masks. She had a flapper haircut. She spoke quietly, but with a marvelously forced tone of voice that I’m certain was her trying to sound impressive and hide a Boston accent. She didn’t seem to understand the year was 2014. She took us into the city to go to the Art Museum and we lost her in there, never to be seen again

- I’m not even kidding

- My “writing” teacher was my absolute fav omfg. She was this long grey haired hippie lady who worked as a nurse for the Grateful Dead and was still stuck there. She may or may not have hooked up with my uncle. I was her favorite student because one day I came in wearing a “HAIR” shirt. She wanted to take the class to England for the sole purpose of going on a Beatles tour

- But like…she did not teach a writing class omfg. She taught a social justice class. All we did was have informed debates about The Issues and listen to music and occasionally watch the Breakfast Club. Every time there was a big paper due on the syllabus, she’d just sit on her desk and go “I mean, I don’t have to cover anything, right? You guys know how to write!” Like I genuinely don’t think she knew what class she was teaching

- There was a boy who sat next to me in that class. He was deaf in one ear and used that as an excuse when he got caught blatantly not paying attention. It worked every time. But I was right next to him. I saw him playing Yu-Gi-Oh on some website on his phone under the table. One time we started talking about model cars and he pre-cummed.

- There was a boy who roamed the campus in a long black trench coat and a weird hat. I never saw his body and started to suspect he might not have one, just the theory of one. He took interest in me because I was the only person in class who ever got his Doctor Who jokes. He’d come up to me at dinner and blast quiz me on various nerd culture before running off and disappearing into the shadows. Just as I was starting to grudgingly accept I was probably going to have to eventually hook up with him for the greater good, I apparently offended him by saying I like Picard more than Kirk. He didn’t stick around to listen to my reasoning. Whenever I saw him after that he would loudly start talking about how great his girlfriend was. Everyone knew he was lying. I wonder if Kirk ever sucked his theoretical dick as well as I would have.

- I gave a football player a shout out on Yik Yak. He really appreciated it, and gave me some fries laced with weed as a thanks. That was such A Night ™ , I watched the Lorax and left the dimension.

- Every time we had dances, this creepy guy named Horace would find me and use my obvious discomfort to make me dance with him. He’d hold my wrists and shove his crotch on mine while vaguely swaying to the beat. I had to escape to the bathroom every few minutes. Finally the security just banned him from the events altogether. I can still see his face clearly in my mind.

- One night, I walked into the bathroom to find a perfect, untouched pizza laying on the floor…but not in a box. Someone literally just took it out of the box and laid it down. I’m still fuming.

- One time I was in the mostly empty library when I smelled something. I walked down the rows of shelves before rounding the corner, and found the President of the college hidden there, sitting on the floor, smoking, a bottle of vodka in his hands. We held eye contact for a solid minute. He slowly shook his head at me. I said “Sir, your house is like…literally across the street.” He shook his head more vigorously. I left the library.

- One night, I heard screaming. I looked out the window to find a girl in a giraffe costume scaling my building. People were throwing water bottles at her. I was concerned. I didn’t know who to talk to for answers.

- I was in line trying to pay for dinner. One of the lunch ladies climbed on top of the ice cream machine and refused to come down. Her friend came over and they started recreating the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet. Very few people acknowledged it.

- Someone jacked up the soda dispenser so it was only dispensing beer. None of the staff cared enough to fix it.

- I caught my RA in the middle of a drug deal so she gave me a coupon for free ice cream

- Also side note: The soft served ice cream machine on campus was actually a frozen yogurt machine. I had no problem with that, but like, advertise correctly, you know? Nobody else seemed to understand my confusion. Nobody else seemed to understand that froyo and ice cream are two different things. What the hell.

- There were just…so many moths all over the campus. A terrifying amount. When it started getting colder I was like, finally, I won’t be attacked by moths anymore! Only for even more moths to appear. I asked a local about it. “Oh, those are the winter moths!” What the fuck are winter moths? What the fuck, Massachusetts? My friend back home grew convinced that Mothman was in the area. I was inclined to believe her. Sometimes I close my eyes and all I can see are moths everywhere, waiting for the moment to strike.

-  I’ve encountered deer many times in my life. I know how they act around people. But the deer on this campus were just weird. They’d run out at people all the time. One almost shoved me into traffic.

- My roommate gave my phone number out to literally anyone she found who mentioned they liked to read or liked Doctor Who. She was concerned I had no friends. No one ever called.

- I met a small Greek girl in my Fine Arts class. Our first day of talking, she made me climb a mountain with her so she could get to tutoring, even though I had no reason to be in that building. Her roommates kept mysteriously disappearing. She was late to everything. She’d call me randomly to get food at 1 in the morning. She kept somehow breaking phones and tvs and other electronics. When I asked her how they kept breaking, she waved it off with “Oh, I have OCD. You wouldn’t understand”. I have OCD, and I still don’t understand. One time she invited me out with her friends from high school. I waited outside her building for two hours, while the other friends waited in the parking lot for two hours, because we didn’t know how to find each other. She eventually came outside at 10:30 pm. We went to Friendly’s. She made us stop at her house so she could grab something. We pulled up a long, winding driveway and stopped in a parking lot. At the end of the parking lot were stone stairs that lead up to a mansion on a hill. She ran inside and the rest of us stayed in the car, listening to High School Musical and talking about Supernatural. When she came out 40 minutes later we decided to try and prank her. It went wrong. We almost ran over her friend’s sister with the car. They invited me to a pumpkin patch. When I started complaining about my roommate, she asked me to move in with her. I thought about the other three girls who had seemingly gone missing. I politely declined. Six months after I left the school, I received a text from her asking for notes for an exam, and radio silence after that. I can’t find her on facebook. I fear she might have gone missing too.

- One night, as I was standing outside huddled in the cold, a boy came up and offered me a cigarette to help me stay warm. I turned it down, but he stood around talking to me for a few minutes afterwards. I felt absolutely no awkwardness at all. He was a musician from Colorado. He sang a bit of one of his songs. He was dropping out of school to go to California the next week. He told me I had beautiful eyes, but his were the most alive eyes I’ve ever seen so I couldn’t believe the compliment. We talked for about ten minutes and I fell a little bit in love. He had to rush off to a club meeting, but he told me he’d rather keep talking. He gave me the sweetest smile before he left. I didn’t get his last name or number and I never saw him again.

- There was a dance on Halloween. I couldn’t think of a sufficiently slutty yet classy costume, so I just went as Osgood from Doctor Who. When I got there there was a huge crowd, but people quickly grew bored and started leaving. There ended up being six people left (myself included). We stayed because we could see the upset faces of everyone who had planned the event, but actually had one of the most fun nights of my life. We- myself, the girl from across the hall, Trench Coat Boy, his tiny friend who never spoke, and a boy and girl I didn’t know who seemed to be professional dancers- danced nonstop for almost three hours. The strobe lights and poppy music solidified an unspoken bond. I had never and to this day haven’t felt as free as I did that night. The tiny quiet boy’s smile could have lit up a city. It’s etched into my mind. We all left the dance talking about the surreal feeling in the air, as if something had shifted. None of us ever mentioned the dance again. It’s still one of my fondest memories.

- For a solid month, there was someone in a gorilla costume running around campus.

- There was a rash of sexual assaults on campus. A gang of boys kept jumping girls in the woods. The only thing the school board did was give out free rape whistles at lunch one day. I missed that day, making me one of the only students on campus without a whistle. Later that night when I ordered pizza, the delivery guy tried to start up a conversation with me about all the assaults. He blamed the girls. I took back my tip.

- Sometimes the showers just…filled up with black sludge. No one knew why.

- The girls in the room next to me were very bizarre. They always shot me odd looks and whispered to each other constantly. I couldn’t figure out if they were sleeping together or not. They never washed their hands when we were in the bathroom.

- The doors to each dorm were thick and heavy and required effort to push them open. My roommate and I made sure to lock ours every night, and would triple check it. It swung open by itself almost every night. The channels on the tv would change with the remote equidistance away from us. Sometimes I heard humming in the showers when I was the only one in there.

- My roommate…deserves a whole separate post dedicated to her, honestly.

- She would call her mother and have her do her homework for her. She blasted music constantly, and it was either country or hard rap, nothing in between. She sexiled me constantly. I once walked in on anal. She’d meet guys on Tinder, fall in love with them after a couple of days, and then bring them into the school and into our room like it was no big deal. One of them made it clear he was a budding serial killer. She was in a new drama every week. One time someone called her a dilf on Yik Yak. She was firmly convinced her cousin was blonde because her aunt dyed her hair when she was pregnant. She tried her hardest to get me laid by a football player. She was the loudest drunk I’ve ever encountered. Honestly there’s just too much about her for this omfg

- John Zaffis, the famous paranormal researcher, came to the school on my birthday. I went because I’m a loser who’s been watching shows with him since I was a kid, and I was having a bad day so I decided it could be a treat. I sat in the front row. He held an uncomfortable amount of eye contact with me the entire presentation. He was impressed with my questions. He lamented about the fact he’s always cut out of movies or replaced by priests that look like him. He apparently came to the school every year around Halloween to do a ghost tour around the campus for the students. A girl allegedly killed herself in my floor’s bathroom. He apparently always got a lot of activity around the campus. Everyone in the freshman class started wondering if the rumors about the Native American burial ground were true.

- One time in “writing” class the teacher gave us a number and then whatever song came up as that when we put our music on shuffle we had to play for the class. I ended up with “Touch Me” from Spring Awakening. Midway through the song, the teacher from another class came to complain that they could hear everything. My teacher tried to defend that all music has an important message. “Molly, dear, tell her the message in this song!” I looked around the room and at the other teacher. “It’s about sex,” I said quietly. She stormed out of the room while the class started laughing.

- There was this girl that just had the natural ability to make anything boring. I feel bad saying that, because she’s such a sweet girl, and she’s smart, and she’s gorgeous, and she’s talented, but just…every time she says anything, it’s boring. I’m still friends with her on facebook, the talent transcends to writing as well. You could be having a fun, lively conversation and she could say something completely relevant to the point and yet it would still just be boring. It’s a baffling talent, I still don’t understand how she does it.

- There was a boy who’d come into my room. He lusted over my s’mores poptarts. He kept trying to hit the high notes in Broadway songs. He didn’t understand my sense of humor at all, so we both were constantly worried we were offending each other. He cried about Selena Gomez a lot.

- The dining hall only offered horrendous food. I had pasta almost every night because it was the only thing remotely edible. If you wanted good food, you had to go to Late Night, which was between like 10:30 and 1 I think??? They set it up specifically for stoners and people leaving parties. I was frequently the only sober person there. Except for the moths.

- The chief at the pasta place found out I like theater and got like…weirdly passionate about it. He kept telling me about different theater groups in the area and wanted to know if I was in the school musical. He asked me every time I went up for food.

- There was a disproportionate amount of large black birds to trees. It wasn’t hard to figure out why we so rarely saw smaller animals

- When I told my advisor I was thinking about leaving (mostly for financial reasons but also the fake classes were preventing me from getting an education I wanted, you know?), this little old man looked around his office as if checking for people listening in, then put his hand on top of mine, leaned in close, and whispered “Oh, you sweet little girl. Run as fast as you can.”

There’s definitely more but listen. This school was weird and fake and vaguely surreal and off-kilter. I am fully afraid that one day, years from now, I’m going to be driving through the back roads and pass the place where the campus should be, only I won’t find anything there at all, and won’t be able to find any trace of it ever existing. I won’t be able to find any record of it. I won’t be able to find a record of any of the people. Every time I think about this place I just get a weird feeling, like I somehow managed to escape the Twilight Zone but left a part of me behind in the process. Be careful when applying to college, kids.

[fell-in-love-didnt-you]

All You Have to Do is Stay: SnowBaz Fanfic

2.8k words of an AU where Penny, Agatha, Simon, and Baz are all friends, and Baz has a crush on Simon. (Simon is oblivious.)

Baz almost always looks at me like that.

Right now, he’s looking at me the same way. His eyes aren’t all there, as though he’s thinking about something else other than what’s happening, and his lips are slightly open. I want to snap my fingers in front of his face and wake him, but I can’t. I like looking at him like this. I like the way he doesn’t try to hide himself from me.

“Baz?” Penny asks, literally snapping her fingers in front of his face harshly. “Baz? Have you been listening to anything I’ve been saying?” Baz shakes himself out of his dazed state, his hair getting in the way of his eyes for a few seconds before he brings his hand up to move it away.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, running his hand across the back of his neck as his cheeks flush bright red, “no, I wasn’t.” Penny sighs extravagantly and begins to explain whatever she had been about homework, and Baz looks like he’s listening now. He nods his head and looks at her work, writing down what he needs to and correcting her when necessary. It’s easy to stare at him when he’s like this, too. The hair that he doesn’t bother to try and push back stays in front of his forehead out of his bun as he bends his head over his notebook, and he thrums his pencil against the notebook when he’s thinking.

It's honestly too easy to get lost when I notice all of these little things.

Eventually, Penny wanders away, saying it’s quite late and she’d like to be up early the next morning. She kisses us on the foreheads as goodbyes and slings her bag over her shoulder, walking out of the common room and up into her private dorm. She likes it a lot better now that her roommate is gone. Baz and I are the only ones left in the common room now, and the fire is beginning to burn down. We move from the table to the couch in front of the fire and curl into ourselves on opposite sides, not saying anything for a long while.

“If Penny nags me one more time about the way I write my notes, I swear…” Baz mumbles, letting the playful threat be open and chuckling slightly at his own joke. His bun is coming loose in the back, and the hairs around it are beginning to fall. He always manages to be effortless in a way that would require too much effort if I tried. He looks over at me, and through the orange glow the fire gives off, I can see something I don’t really know what to make of in his eyes.

“What?” I ask quietly. He doesn’t say anything when he’s looking at me. “Is there some2 food on my face or something?” I nervously ask through a forced laugh. This seems to break him of his strange state, and he comes back down to earth to me.

“No. It was nothing,” he mutters, turning to the fire and eventually going to our dorm for sleep. I sit by the fire long after it is not a fire anymore, and I think about the way he looked at me. About the way he wasn’t looking at my eyes, but lower, and the flicker of…something else I saw in his dark irises.

─

“You’re an intolerable git, you know that?” I yell behind me as I walk through the crowded corridor. Students are either completely absorbed or not bothered at all by us. Some who pay no mind part a little for Baz and me to walk quickly through the hall. His frustrated huffs are the only things that really tell me if he’s still there.

“Yeah? Well, you’re a prat! An insufferable one at that!” he yells back, still following quickly on my heels. He’s followed me like this since I stood and walked off at the lake. He just won’t let me have the last word. The halls are beginning to clear, and there are hardly any students left when we get back to the common room. I know not a soul is here, boy or girl. It’s just us. Now we may yell.

“Just because I don’t want to be an obnoxious snob like you does not make me a prat!” I scream at him, laying my palms flat on his chest and lightly pushing him away from me. He stumbles on his feet but comes back, getting nearly in my face. “And just because I ironically call your stupid picnic a date doesn’t mean you have to get all pissy! And just because I walk away from you doesn’t mean you get to follow me!”

He’s gone silent, anger clear and present on every single one of his features, but he doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t shake, and he doesn’t swear, and he doesn’t move a damn muscle. He just stares at me, and if I’m seeing correctly, it looks like he might cry. Then, quietly, he mutters, “Fuck you, Simon,” before roughly shoving past me and walking up the stairs to our shared room, slamming the door.

I don’t even know what to do. I can’t go to my room, and I have a free period, so I walk to the one side of the common room where a vase is on the table, and I throw it to the ground so that it smashes into millions of pieces. There are enough spells I know to fix the damn thing, but I just wanted to break something. Upstairs, I can hear an even louder crash, one that sounds like our bedframes, and I sigh while pinching the bridge of my nose. I fix the vase before sitting in the couch, waiting it out.

Over the course of the hour, I hear multiple things in our room being thrown to the ground and smashed. Baz is probably having a field day destroying all of the expensive things that mean nothing that his family send to him all the time. When the hour is over (and I hear no more crashes), I walk up the stairs to our room. Softly, I push the door open and look in. Baz has fixed everything by now, and he’s sitting on his bed, staring straight ahead at the window that shows the football pitch.

I shut the door behind me quietly, walking over to his bed and tentatively sitting down on the covers near the foot of it. Baz still isn’t looking at me, but it’s nice to see that he’s not fuming. His robe has been thrown somewhere, his shirt has a few buttons at the top that are open, and his hair falls loosely now. He looks like he’s gotten all the frustration he had out.

“I guess if you’re not going to say anything than I have to.” Baz barely even grunts in response, and I feel a bit worse than before. It’s clear that what I said had upset him a lot, and I don’t even know what to do about it now. “For what it’s worth, I’m really sorry I screamed at you. And called you names. And upset you. I really didn’t mean to.”

Baz takes a while to respond, but he looks at me when he does. “I know you didn’t mean it, Simon. I’m sorry, too, for the same shit. Sorry I got all ‘pissy’, as you so eloquently called it.” When I look up at him, he has a devil’s grin on, and I can’t help but pull a fake hurt face.

“How dare you?” I gasp, putting my hand over my heart and falling back against the bedsheets. “My heart…it’s so broken…I think I’m dying…of embarrassment!” I stick my tongue out of my mouth and pretend to die, causing a laugh to erupt from Baz’s lips. I open my eyes and smile at him, asking, “So we’re good now?” He nods his head, and when I really stare at him, I can see that same glint of something else in his eyes again.

“We’re good,” he assures me.

─

I can’t find Baz anywhere. It’s a fucking nightmare on the field now, considering the Humdrum just had to make his appearance known during the football game. No one was even expecting it. We were just enjoying the game, Penny by my side and Agatha somewhere behind us, and the Humdrum just appeared.

And now everyone knows he looks exactly like me six years ago: a scared eleven-year-old boy who didn’t know who he was or what he was doing.

There are people pushing against me, trying to get back inside of the grounds where the barriers and wards can protect them. I see the blurry faces rushing past me and desperately calling out for their friends, trying to get to safety before anything can happen. There is no doubt in my mind that none of them are Baz. Baz wouldn’t run away from this. He’d run to me. He should be running to me now.

I’m yelling out his name, screaming for him, looking around like a chicken with its head cut off, when something knocks me right down. The ground rushes up to my face, and I’m lying face-down before I can help it. I feel hundreds of pairs of feet stampeding over me, crushing me underneath them. Someone crushes my hand, and I cry out in pain, curling into myself to avoid being hurt further.

“Baz,” I whimper out to the feet crushing me, hoping one pair will stop and pick me up and carry me back to the castle. Someone kicks my head to the side on accident, and the cold feeling of being drowned and flying high both dawn on me while an inky blackness takes over everything else.

I know it’s a long time later when I roll my head to the side. There’s a loud crack that rings through my ears, and I open my eyes to a bright and uncomfortable world. There’s a face looming above me, their hands on either side of my face and their eyes looking intently at mine. Their dark hair is falling into my face, tickling me and making me sniff.

“Baz?” I ask, my voice cracked and dry. “Baz, where am I?” Baz looks so relieved that he could cry, and I feel his head land on my chest as he begins to laugh. “Baz?”

“Merlin, Simon, I thought you were dead!” he cries, wrapping his arms around my neck and hugging me tightly. I cry out in pain, and he releases his grip slightly, still holding onto me for dear life. When he pulls back from the hug, he looks at me so intently I feel as though I should be perplexing him instead of laying wherever we are. He looks like he did a long time ago in the common room when Penny was trying to get him to focus. He breaks his trance and mumbles, “Uh, you’re in the infirmary. You had a minor concussion,” he states, running a hand over the left side of my face, and I wince in pain. “When they were all running and you fell, they probably just didn’t think about stopping.”

He still looks like he’s worried about me, and I assure him by saying, “I’m okay, Baz.” He lets out a small sigh, some of the tension leaving his shoulders, and I add, “You should enjoy the time I’m in the infirmary. You have the room all to yourself.” I lift my eyebrows at him, and he tries to pretend he doesn’t know what I’m talking about. “Come on, Baz, I know when and why you lock the door. At least I do it during my free period!”

He groans and again lets his head fall on my chest, laughing and looking up at me. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Simon. You have no clue what I’m doing in there!” he giggles. I raise my eyebrows at him once more, and he blushes before looking away from me.

─

“Lay back down, Simon,” Baz instructs me, resting his palm against my shoulder and gently pushing me back against the mattress. My eyes are wet and red, and my breathing is absolutely wrecked, but he somehow remains calm. “Close your eyes.” I shake my head vehemently, and Baz sighs sadly, his brows knit together. “Why not?”

“Because,” I sniffle, running my hand over my nose, “I don’t want this to happen again. I don’t wanna see any of it again.” Baz is sitting on the edge of my bed, his feet hanging off the side. He pulls them up onto the covers, sitting cross-legged and looking down at me. His hair is mussed beyond belief, and his eyes have the largest circles under them that I’ve ever seen.

“Okay,” Baz declares, pushing my arm and moving me to the side. “If you’re not going to sleep, then I am.” He begins to stand up from the bed, but I quickly grab his wrist and hold tight. He looks back at me, and through the moonlight through the window, I can see the questions on his face. He hums in question, and I swallow before answering.

“Stay,” I clarify, tugging his wrist so that he falls onto the mattress. He sighs again but puts up no argument as he gets under the covers with me. His nose is against mine, and we’re facing each other, my eyes now closing and his wide open. Baz gets that look in his eyes, that something I don’t understand, and he looks everywhere but my eyes. The sleepiness in my bones is taking over, but I know what happens next. Baz closes his eyes and moves closer to me, pressing our lips together slightly, kissing me.

I’ve only ever kissed Agatha before we decided we were better off as friends, and kissing her was not like this. Agatha’s face was smoother than Baz but probably just because she’s a girl. And Agatha didn’t really kiss me like this. The way Baz is kissing me right now is the way you kiss someone you love, and I don’t think the love that exists between Agatha and me is the same as this.

Eventually, Baz, draws back, and I still don’t understand what I see in his eyes. Before I can say anything, he whispers, “Go to sleep, Simon,” and no matter how much I want to speak, the pull of sleep is too strong to ignore. Before I’m completely gone, I hold him closer to me and wrap my arms around him.

In the morning, when my breath tastes rotten and the light coming through the window is too bright, I open my eyes to an empty bed. I don’t know if last night was real or fake. Baz is supposed to be here. I can remember Baz holding me through the night, and I know I didn’t imagine him kissing me. I know I didn’t fake it all.

The door to our room opens, and I look over to see a fully-clothed Penny walking through. Her hair is pulled tightly into a ponytail, and she’s carrying her bag over her shoulder. She looks at me and sighs before she greets me with, “You have ten minutes before our first lesson starts.” Then she turns around and walks away.

The day is too long. Baz has practically disappeared. Not really, but almost. I catch glimpse of him in the halls, but when I run after him and turn down the hallway he has, he’s literally vanished. I get back to the room after a walk on the grounds, and Baz is facing away from the door. My presence is only known when I shut the door behind me.

Baz looks over at me, and he immediately looks away. There’s an uncomfortable silence around us, and I want to break it.

“You kissed me.” It’s not a question. He knows it’s not a question. I can see the stiffness in his neck when he nods. “Why hadn’t you done it before?” This surprises him, and he turns around to gawk at me. “I’m not bothered by the kiss, Baz. I’m bothered by the fact that you didn’t do it before.”

“I’m not following,” he admits. I walk over to his bed and stand across from him, our hands on the covers, fingers almost touching but not quite.

“I wouldn’t be bothered if you kissed me again,” I confess, letting our hands join on the mattress. “So I’m giving you permission to do it again.” Baz’s jaw is so stiff that I could cut things on it, and I use my free hand to cup his jaw when I move in closer to him. Our lips brush together like they did last night, and I close my eyes before I meet him there. And it’s like last night. And it’s the only kiss I want from now on.

[lokikingofasgardslover713]

Sparkling Topaz & Mead: 5

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Loki Laufeyson x Plus!Size Reader

Words: +1,800

Warnings: Pissed Loki, cussing, SMUT, TRIGGER WARNINGS SUCH AS POSSIBLE NON-CON. I'm making sure the story doesn’t start till under the cut.

SO, I’m not ready to end this just yet, at least 2 more chapters ;p

“Please don’t let them take me to med bay,” a weak voice spoke up form Loki’ chest when he stood, the god looking down at Y/N.

If he hadn’t been able to see eye lashes flutter Loki would swear that Y/N was speaking in her sleep, the movement of her head to hide her eyes told him she was awake along with the utter of a weak please that barely reached his ears.

“Ok,” was all he spoke, holding Y/N close.

Patiently the god watched & waited while Mordred was violently kicked off the ramp by none other than Thor, even having to school his features the moment the worthless creature went sliding into the doors that led into the compound. Smirking when the entire team turned focus to Thor, yelling at him, talking him down as the pissed off god of thunder started for Mordred a string of obscenities in his wake. Loki realizing it was a distraction & quickly disappearing with Y/N in his arms.

Y/N shifted nervously in Loki’ arms, not sure why, he wasn’t hurting her, far from it actually, but it left her begging him to sit her to her feet & leave her alone.

“You should let me stay, you shouldn’t be alone,” Loki began, watching Y/N closely, going through motions, gathering clothes to take a shower it was pitiful really & it made Loki’ heart shatter that she was truly this broken.

“I'm fine,” Y/N deadpanned, stepping into the bathroom & shutting the door without another word.

It worried Loki, he could understand needing space, yet something telling him someone needed to stay close, but he didn’t want to lose her, & push her away by being to clingy. Deciding to leave a note telling Y/N that he would be back to check on her & bring her something to eat. Begrudgingly leaving the room to see if they where done with Mordred & witness the team try to stop Thor or him from killing the bastard.

Y/N stood under the cold water, ignoring the sting of her shoulder, staring into noting while looking at the ceiling, Mordred’ voice on constant loop from things the demon had said before this day. Calling out to F.R.I.D.A.Y to play music, tuning into the beat of Linkin Park’, Castle of Glass. Mind falling to the dark grimoire hidden in a small safe under the bed, in the form of a sparkling ruby pendant.

Remembering what is was like when the darkness consumed her, it helped Y/N to forget, grow numb to the hell that had been her life from the age of 14 to 22. So, Y/N was now 36 & that means it had been 14 years since last seeing Mordred, since last forced to obey him. For 10 of those 14 letting darkness take her soul to do what she truly felt & feeling no remorse.

The answer was the dark grimoire, no matter how Y/N looked at it, thought about it, that was the path. Darkness, didn’t really matter anyway it was where it always ended, either due to another, or because she made the choice. Figuring it was better she make the choice this time. Y/N’ mother, the first Morrigan was darkness, until she met her father, he pulled her out. Mordred had killed Y/N’ father, to get to her mother & herself.  No, the grimoire was it.

Cutting the water off, hoping that Loki was gone & had listened for once. Peaking out to see the coast was clear to head straight to the bed to retrieve the box, opening it when her hands where on it, & smiling darkly at the pendant that sparkled with it's own light. Y/N had been wearing it when the Avengers found her, they where the reason she took it off, only wearing it at the time in case it was needed. It didn’t hold her soul, no not even before did it hold her soul for fear of not getting it back. Now, who cared, letting it's silver chain glide over her fingers, the ruby 2inches tall an inch wide and heavy as it laid on her chest.

“Hello old friend,” Y/N spoke darkly to the pendant this time gentle when it took her, breathing in when the tension released, the dread, the foreboding, a wicked grin pulling at her lips.

“Show me,” she spoke out to nothing holding her hand out, a small leather-bound book appeared in it & holding the other out for a trinket Y/N knew belonged to Loki could rest in it, sinister smile taking up residence on her features.

“Oh, I have missed you Ruby, what have you to tell me,” Y/N spoke to the book that opened to a page on it's on, the ancient Gaelic making her smile widen to show sharp teeth, Y/E/C irises turning to burning red glowing brighter than Mordred’.

“My beautiful darkness, you haven’t a clue what you have unlocked,” Y/N smirked to the book, & had it been a person it would have shivered.

“Your pet, where is she now,” Mordred spoke though bloody lips, eyes beginning to loose the red glow that they once had, turning to muddy brown.

The demon, sorcerer, monster, coward, whatever the two gods where choosing to call him now was chained to the steel floor, sprawled out from the last ass beating he had received. This time it came from Loki while Thor took a seat & let his brother work.

“Forget about her,” Thor snapped, making Loki break the gaze he had fixed on the creature, mind automatically going to what he meant by the question he had choked out & why his eyes were fading.

“You should be worrying about yourself monster,” Thor began darkly, getting out of the chair stalking towards Mordred.

“No, I believe you should worry about her because Y/N just drew every last bit of my power,” Mordred began stoically, pushing to his feet to look up at the fuming god.

“What,” Loki spoke striding forward, taking the sorcerers collar in his fist, almost choking him out, Loki forgetting his own strength.

“The eyes,” Mordred choked out hinting to his own, “you not wonder why their fading? I wouldn’t have noticed either had I not seen my reflection in your own. She’s a strong one Y/N, stronger than her mother, stronger than me, if anyone can harness the dark ruby it's her.”

“Dark ruby,” Loki breathed, immediately remembering the ruby Y/N had around her neck when they found her.

“Yes, & you best hurry,” Mordred laughed/choked before Loki flung him to the floor, Thor grabbing his brother’ shoulder to make him pause.

“I have to,” was all Loki needed to say as Thor nodded in agreement & allowed him to leave before turning back to Mordred.

“It seems to me,” Thor spoke, jerking Mordred back to his feet smirking while lighting began to coarse over his body, ignoring the beating on the door.

“We are done here,” Thor’ voice darkened, hand going to the struggling sorcerers throat, tightening his grip and watching him squirm.

Darkness, silence, & the acrid taste of dread hung thick in Y/N room. Had it not been for the odd talking, as if to a person, Loki would swear that there was no possible way anyone or anything could be in the room.

“Show me Ruby, I need something worse,” Y/N hushed voice echoed through the blackness, it was her room, but it wasn’t, having taken on a dank underground feel.

“Y/N, this is enough,” Y/N heard Loki call to her through the darkness, looking up to spot him instantly, watching as he tried to pear through the inky black, good he wouldn’t know what hit him.

“It's never enough lover, you should know that,” Y/N voice echoed around him seductively, but the tone of the seduction sent shivers of dread to his very core, it wasn’t Y/N speaking.

“Are you not the one who sought to take over New York, Asgard? And, Oh! What about Sakaar? Yes lover, heard, or actually read that from your thoughts myself,” Y/N voice echoed all around him once more.

Light caresses along his forearm alerted him to that fact Y/N walked circles around him, looking to where he believed she stood, to find nothing & the sensation to begin anew on the opposite side. Turing attention to something that wasn’t there again.

“Loki, god of mischief, tell me what you would like for me to do to you, or would you prefer to show me in that brilliant mind of yours,” Y/N continued in the same dark seductive tone, this time Loki clearly heard her at his back, turning cautiously to look down into dazzling red eyes, & had Loki not known better would swear they belonged to a frost giant the red having swallowed the sclera whole.

Dressed in something that could only be described as a deep green satin & lace baby doll that fit her well, a piece of clothing that Y/N defiantly would ever worn around Loki, at least not yet. Hands snaking around his neck to loop around the back playing with the collar of his disheveled shirt. Placing hot hands on the nape of it to tug Loki down close to her, lips so close they ghosted his when Y/N began to speak once more.

“What’s the matter, pet, did I still your silver tongue,” she smirked, eyes dancing with fire while holding Loki’ gaze filling him breath in her breath, his own eyes twinkling with an odd light, with her seidr.

“You need to stop this Y/N this isn’t the way & you know it,” Loki began looping arms around her plump hips resting his hands there, Y/N’ lips crushing into his, but not returning it, earning a sharp bite of fangs that brought blood & caused him to pull back in surprise.

“See lover, I have tricks of my own, though it appears you don’t care for them,” Y/N spoke with a dark chuckle that seemed to lower the temperature of the room.

“This is not mere tricks Y/N, this is dangerous, this is your soul,” Loki spoke quietly, soothing over his bitten lip flinching when he realized it wasn’t healing, looking closely at Y/N, reaching for the pendant & noting she didn’t pull away allowing it in his hand.

Norns the over bearing darkness Loki could fill coursing through it, how could Y/N contain it without it swallowing her whole? Though he felt fear, not from Y/N but from the ruby itself, it feared Y/N, IT feared she was to strong, & was upsetting the balance of nature.

“Come now Y/N, let’s take this off & talk,” Loki bargained, allowing the pendant back to her breast & meeting her gaze.

“Mmmm, lets,” she smirked darkly showing bloody fangs before pushing Loki back, expecting to hit the floor but instead bounced onto the bed.

Y/N quickly straddled the god, sure to grind into him while pulling down for a kiss, jerking at Loki’ shirt to pop the buttons, the cold pendant hitting his chest. Deepening the kiss when he finally allowed her tongue to tangle with his, both battling for dominance & tasting blood when fangs cut lips.

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