#pov: you open your front door and a random guy dressed suspiciously asks you if you want to be an idol

[forourtomorrows]

is this how nice arneb thunder recruited these 12-16 years old ?…

[rainy-day-gracie]

America’s Sweetheart 2

Hey guys :)

Part 1 <<---

Spencer and Reader go on their first real date, but the mood is quickly killed by an unwanted package at YFN’s house. 

MASTERLIST

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“Spill the beans, pretty boy,” Morgan sat on Spencer’s desk with a smirk. “I hear you’ve got some Hollywood honey in your pocket.”

Spencer gave a small smile, not looking up from his book. “Nothing much to tell, we get coffee a few times a week. With both of our schedules, that’s all we can manage for now.”

Morgan furrowed his eyebrows. “So, have you even taken her out on a real date before?” Spencer shook his head, a small pit of guilt in his stomach. Why haven’t I done that? He thought to himself. She deserves at least that much.

Morgan tilted his head, considering something. “Have you kissed her?”

Spencer still didn’t look up, but his cheeks did turn a little red. "Yes, but... nothing too impressive. Just a few sweet pecks.”

Morgan was silent for a moment, completely confused as to why YFN was interested in a guy that wouldn’t even make out with her after seeing her for three weeks. “Huh,” he said, wandering back to his office, lost in thought.

Meanwhile, Spencer devised a plan. 

Reader’s POV

Spencer called me as I walked out of an audition in New York. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Are you free tonight?” Spencer asked bluntly. 

“Um, well, right now I’m in New York for an audition, but I should be back in DC before 5 o’clock... what did you have in mind?” A small smile came to my lips, wondering what he had planned. 

“A surprise. Just dress nice, and I’ll pick you up at your apartment at 7,” he said, slight mischief littered in his words. 

“Okay... how nice?”

“Black tie,” Spencer answered, hanging up promptly. 

A goofy smile plastered itself on my lips, not even fading when I heard the sound of a camera clicking as I walked down the street to my car, a junker 2001 Ford-150. Just another paparazzi wanting to pay their bills. 

After the three hour drive back to DC, the nerves started to settle in, which was ridiculous. Why would I be nervous? I had been to the Oscars with some of the greatest actors of all time and I wasn’t nervous then, so why the hell was I nervous now?

After over an hour of deciding what to wear, I settled on a dark forest green dress that showed off my curves and slit at the knee. The clock read ‘6:37′, and I scrunched my hair with product to give it curls and quickly slapped on some makeup. 

I heard a knock on my door promptly at 7:00 and my rose gold heels clicked excitedly against my wood floors. I opened the front door to Spencer in a black tux, causing many inappropriate thoughts to run through my mind. “Woah,” I breathed, a smile coming to my mouth. 

He looked equally stunned. “You... you look beautiful. Um... wow.”

We both chuckled as we snapped out of our daze, and he held out his arm like a gentleman. “Why thank you, kind sir.”

“Anything for you, my lady,” he joked, leading me out to his old car. 

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going now?” I asked when we had both settled into our seats. 

He shook his head with a smile. “Nope, you’ll find out when we get there.”

We rode in silence, but a comfortable one. Light orchestra music played on his radio, and he drove us a good 45 minutes before stopping at a very fancy looking restaurant with a name in French. 

“’Bouchée parfaite,’“ I said, hand in hand with Spencer as we walked up the steps. “‘Perfect Bite.’“

Spencer glanced at me in awe. “You know French?”

I nodded, pride swelling in my chest. “And Spanish. My mom wanted me to be well rounded so she taught me both languages including English while I was growing up.” I didn’t elaborate further on my parents, and thankfully Spencer was so impressed he didn’t ask. 

A man with a curly mustache and slicked back hair greeted us at the door. He looked me up and down, his smile widening. “What can I do for you, beautiful?” He said flirtatiously. 

Spencer wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “Two for Spencer, please.” 

The man’s smile dimmed as he led us to the best place in the house. Spencer ordered champagne, neither of our glasses going dry the entire night.

“So, if I were a color, what color would I be?” I asked once we were settled at our table. I always asked this question on first real dates, something random to start the conversation.  

Spencer glanced at me, happily confused. “Um, blue is said to be a more relaxing color, yellow inspires happiness...” he looked at me deeply, staring at me intensely in my eyes. After a moment, he spoke again. “Red. You’re red.”

“Why is that?”

“You have a drive... a passion around you,” a sly smile graced his lips. “You have a grit, a determination, that comes into your eyes whenever you talk about your work. You’ve said over and over that you’ve gotten into trouble on movie sets because you speak your mind. The color red represents-”

“Passion. Love. Anger. Sex,” I said with a twinkle in my eyes. 

Spencer nodded, chuckling. “Yes, that is correct.”

The dinner went by smoothly, both of us making friendly conversation until the bill came, him picking up the check without hesitation. 

I was giggling like a college student while walking down the steps from Perfect Bite, Spencer laughing at my buzzed state of mind. I pulled on Spencer’s tie towards me, crashing his lips onto mine. This kiss was much more passionate than any of our other small pecks, and my back hit the car as our tongues met gently in the middle. The breath caught into my throat and I smiled wickedly. 

“Wanna go back to my place, pretty boy?”

“Uh, I don’t know, wouldn’t I be taking advantage of you?” He said hesitantly, leaning my back against the car and his chest pressing to mine.

“No, I’m not drunk,” I said, putting my hands to his cheeks reassuringly. “I’m just buzzed a little bit.”

Spencer eyed me suspiciously, then eventually caved. “Okay, let’s go back to your place.” __

I fumbled with the keys to my front door, distracted at Spencer leaning in behind me, playing thoughtfully with my curls as his slight scruff scratched against my cheek. As soon as the door opened, Spencer pushed me into my house and slammed the door behind him. 

My back hit my bedroom door, Spencer already seeming to have the floorplan in his mind despite never entering the house before. He is a genius, after all. 

Spencer’s hands slipped around my back, unzipping my dress with ease. I had already pulled off his tie, now working on his suit jacket. He chuckled, his breath hot against my neck. “You’re eager, Hollywood,” he murmured, and I gasped at his new nickname.

In practically no time at all, both of us were stripped down to our underwear. Spencer practically threw me on the bed, quickly following by pinning my hands above my head. 

“You knew what you were doing when you wore that damn dress, Hollywood,” Spencer muttered. “I’m gonna prove to you that I can screw you much better than those Los Angeles boys.” __

A pounding at my door at 4 AM woke us both up from our sleep. “The hell...” I murmured sleepily. 

Spencer was already wide awake, walking towards my bedroom door cautiously. I slipped out of bed and joined him, both of us creeping through my hallways quietly as the pounding continued. 

Spencer was the one that opened the front door finding... no one there. Nothing except a package wrapped in red construction paper with the words ‘For the Lovebirds’ written in black cursive on the top. 

After deeming the package safe, we both brought it into the house, each of us carrying an end. We opened it on my kitchen island, finding a stack of drawings and pictures, all of them depicting me. Some were photos of me at various events, others were ones taken of me on the streets. A newpaper was also included, one that had an article and picture of Spencer. Every photo of me was in pristine condition, but the article of Spencer was practically torn to pieces. 

A message was left at the bottom of the box on torn out notebook paper.

Lovers, are we? Let’s see how much you love each other after the princess gets her next big role.  I hear it might be of a missing dead girl? Documentary, maybe?

We stood in silence for a moment, neither of us knowing what to do. Spencer looked at me with wide eyes, and I joked nervously. “Well... that’s one way to kill the mood, right?”

Part 3

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[writingbymel]

Syndicate - Part 3

Author’s Note: Thanks for all the lovely messages and comments so far! Sorry for the kinda slow start to this story there’s a lot of background information I need to set up for this haha! Enjoy! As always feel free to shoot me a message with feedback! 

Date Posted: 11/05/2019

Summary: Klaus, Y/N, and Damon set off on a road trip to Mystic Falls. Damon has questions about Klaus’s and Y/N’s past. 

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Word Count: 2,500+

Parts: Part 1 - Part 2 

SYNDICATE MASTERLIST

“So how did you guys meet?” Damon asks not taking his eyes off the road. Klaus shifts uncomfortably in the front seat. I sigh a bit not in the mood to take a trip down memory lane. I look out the window watching the trees pass by. Silence. “Alright forget I asked,” Damon responds. I feel Klaus’s eyes on me but I continue to look out the window refusing to make eye contact. It was so hard to see him again after all these years. After what I did to him.

“Y/N needed my help one day and I saved her,” Klaus begins. “I didn’t even know her at the time.”

“You and I both know that’s not the full story Klaus,” I say with my arms crossed. I hear him laugh a little.

“Well that’s how I know this is going to be a good story do tell Y/N,” Damon says.

“Klaus’s hybrids kidnapped me because they thought I was someone else,” I sigh.

--

“Alright Y/N,” my friend Sami states holding up two dresses. “Pink or blue?” She holds up both to herself looking in the mirror.

“You’d look good in either Sami,” I tell her. “Do I really have to go to this dance?”

“Come on Y/N,” Sami replies tossing the blue dress to the side. “Do it for me and the super cute guy who invited me to this. Plus it’s a masquerade ball you’re a sucker for those.”

“Knock knock!” I hear at the bedroom door. I open door to see Leo in a mask and a fitted purple suit. He removed his intricate mask. “Almost didn’t recognize me huh.”

“Sure Leo,” I say laughing.

“Why aren’t you dressed yet Y/N?” Leo asks. Sami throws on her pink dress which fit her like a glove. She looked like a real life princess with her blonde curls.

“Don’t you guys find it suspicious that this random family we don’t know invited the whole city to a party?” I ask rifling through the dresses that Sami laid out on the bed for me to choose from.

“Come on Y/N,” Leo says. “Don’t try to make an excuse not to party at one of the largest homes in New Orleans.”

“You never know Y/N you could meet the one,” Sami chimes in.

“Fine fine I’ll get ready,” I laugh feeling defeated. I knew there was no way to talk my way out of this. I grabbed a light cream dress off the bed and ran to the restroom to change. I walk back into the room, doing a little twirl. Leo and Sami start clapping and I roll my eyes at them. “You guys are ridiculous.”

“Come on let’s drink to this joyous occasion! Y/N going out at night for the first time in months,” Leo hands me a drink and we all do a quick cheers before heading out for the night. I gulp the champagne. Boy was it strong.

After a short walk, we make our way to the huge house that I always walked past. I’ve always been curious what it looked like inside and now I was finally going to see. As we walk in we are met by a huge crowd of people talking and enjoying their time.

“Cute guy 5 o’clock,” Leo says in a sing-song voice. He quickly runs off towards that direction, but not before grabbing a drink off a table nearby.

“Typical Leo,” Sami and I say in unison. Before Sami can say anything else, a mysterious guy appears seemingly out of thin air.

“Sami you made it,” he exclaims.

“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world Kol,” Sami flirts. “This is my friend Y/N.” Kol extends his hand to me to shake it.

“Nice to meet you Y/N,” he says.

“You as well,” I reply with a smile. “Go have fun you two,” I shoo them away as they disappear into the crowd.

I sigh being left alone. I wander through the crowds of people attempting to find some sort of food. I look at the table of appetizers and I grab a small piece of what looked to be quiche. I take a bite and it was one of the best things I have ever tasted.

“There you are,” I hear a voice behind me. “Klaus will be so pleased.” I turn around to see a man whose eyes start to turn a bright yellow.

“Who are you?” I ask. He grabs me and covers my mouth before everything goes black.

Klaus’s POV

“I met this girl the other day, she’s absolutely stunning,” Kol continues to go on and on about some girl he met at the bar.

“Drink, brother?” I ask pouring myself a drink into my glass.

“No thank you,” Kol responded. I roll my eyes at him. He never did know how to let loose. “I invited her to the ball.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I ask turning around to face him. “You know what I’m planning tonight.”

“Don’t you worry older brother I won’t interfere with your plans,” Kol says. “I believe we should tend to our guests downstairs.” Kol gets up and walks downstairs. I set my drink down only to hear a knock on the door.

“Come in,” I respond.

“We’ve found her Klaus she just came in,” one of my hybrids tell me.

“Well you know what you have to do,” I tell him.

“Yes Klaus,” he says walking out the door. I follow suite shortly making my way to the festivities that were about to unfold.

Y/N’s POV

I slowly wake up to a room with a fire place and tons of antiques adorning the walls. I look down to my hands and noticed they were tied. Where was I? One second I was downstairs enjoying the appetizers, the next I was kidnapped. The man I recognized as the one who grabbed me came into the room.

“Klaus will be here soon,” he tells me.

“I’m sorry who?” I ask irritated.

“Don’t play dumb,” he continues. “There’s no way out of this.”

“Look I don’t know who you think you are, but I think you have the wrong girl,” I say angrily. He speeds over to me unnaturally grabbing my neck.

“I would shut my mouth if I were you little girl,” he growls.

“What the heck dude what are you? Besides crazy,” I ask.

“That’s quite enough Kyle,” I hear another voice at the door. “I told you I needed her alive didn’t I?” The guy quickly rushes out of the door only to be stopped by the man at the door. “Where do you think you’re going?” The man pushes Kyle back into the room and he lands on the ground roughly.

“You said you’d let me go Klaus once I found her,” Kyle says. “I found her now let me go.” Kyle attempts to get up again but Klaus pushed him against the wall.

“I’ll let you know when you can leave,” Klaus growls. Kyle sits down feeling defeated. I looked up at Klaus. Something about him made me feel nervous. More nervous than I have ever felt in my whole life. He slowly approaches me placing his hand under my chin to take a closer look at me. He lets go and slowly walks over to Kyle. “You’re free to go Kyle.” Kyle tries to rush out the door, but Klaus stops him pushing his hand into his chest and pulling his heart out. Kyle collapses to the ground.

“You’re dreaming Y/N,” I say. “You’re dreaming.” Klaus approaches me again with his bloodied hands. I flinch when he reaches out for me before untying the ropes around my wrists.

“Sorry…” Klaus trails off not sure what my name is.

“Y/N,” I finish.

“Yes, Sorry Y/N, I’m Klaus,” Klaus says. “There appears to have been a mix up love. Go downstairs and forget what you saw.” He stares deeply into my eyes.

“What are you doing?” I ask. “Are you crazy I just saw you murder a guy in front of me with no problem and you’re asking me to forget what I saw? You psychopath I’m gonna call the police.”

Klaus’s face is flooded with confusion, “You can’t be compelled?”

“What are you talking about?” I ask trying to leave the room. He rushes in front of me.

“I’m sorry I can’t let you back out there if you don’t promise me you won’t tell anyone,” Klaus pleads.

“How did you do that?” I ask referring to how fast he ran towards the door. Was everyone in this house just super athletic or something?

“Look that doesn’t matter,” Klaus says. “Please.” I feel his breath on my face which causes me to blush.

“Fine whatever,” I say. “Just let me go.”

“Promise Y/N,” he says. I sigh.

“I promise,” I say rushing down the stairs. I quickly scan the room for any sign of Leo or Sami. I needed to get out of this place as soon as possible. I see Sami slow dancing with Kol and I didn’t want to interrupt. I decided to just leave without them. They would understand. I made my way out into the dark of the night.  I take a few steps.

“It’s not safe to be out in these parts alone at night,” I hear a voice behind me. Great first witnessing a murder and getting kidnapped. Now some creepy guy was following me.

“Just kill me and get it over with,” I groan. I turn around to see Klaus with a smirk on his face. “Don’t you have a party to host?”

“I’m not going to kill you love,” Klaus says with a smile. He takes a few steps to catch up with me. “I’m going to walk you home.”

“Why do I feel like I don’t have a choice?” I ask annoyed.

“You really don’t,” Klaus replies. “I’m glad you understand.” We both continue walking down the streets.

“Who did Kyle think I was?” I ask breaking the silence.

“That doesn’t matter Y/N,” Klaus says.

“It kind of does I was kidnapped,” I reply. Klaus stops in his tracks.

“Do you want to tell me why you can’t be compelled? You must know something surely?” Klaus asks. What was he talking about?

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I say honestly. He searches my body for something. “My eyes are up here.” Klaus sheepishly grins at the comment.

“Sorry I’m just looking for any sign of vervain on you,” Klaus says.

“Ver-what?” I ask. This guy was getting on my nerves now.

“Look, just thank you for not telling anyone,” Klaus replies.

“Again, you didn’t give me much choice,” I say. “And based on how you killed that guy I’m not taking any risks with you.”

“I’d never hurt you,” Klaus tells me. I scoff.

“You barely know me,” I respond. The rest of the walk Klaus and I walked in silence looking over at one another for no more than a second. Once I reached my doorstep I sighed, “Thank you for walking me.” I say kindly. He smiles widely.

“Anytime,” Klaus states. “And remember it isn’t safe around these parts at night.”

“Okay,” I respond searching my bag for my keys.

“Again sorry for the mixup,” Klaus says.

“Don’t worry about it,” I say. “Just don’t kill my family.”

Klaus laughs, “Goodnight Y/N.” Before I could respond he vanishes into the night. Once I made it back into my apartment I grabbed my laptop. I opened Google and typed in “Vervain” in the search bar. The next word that popped up next to it sent chills down my spine “Vampire.”

-- 

“Dang that’s one romantic story,” Damon says with a smirk.

“Shut up Damon,” Klaus and I say in unison. He catches my eye in the rearview mirror, but quickly look away.

“Well have no fear lovebirds we made it to Mystic Falls,” Damon says pulling up to a nice house. “Our first destination: The Gilbert House.” We all exit the car making our way to the front door. Damon gives a little knock. I see Elena open the door with a wide smile on her face giving Damon a hug.

“Oh my gosh you’re back,” Elena gushes. “I thought Klaus killed you or something for sure.”

“Right here Elena dear,” Klaus says. I laugh a little.

“Wait Y/N?” Elena asks. “It can’t be…”

“Elena what’s with all the commotion?” I see Bonnie appear behind Elena followed by Caroline. They both stop in their tracks when they recognize me. Before I knew it I was attacked in hugs.

“How are you here?” Caroline asks. “I thought you disappeared for good…” Caroline trails off before she gives a knowing look between me and Klaus. “Oh I see what helped you come out of the shadows.”

“It’s not like that Car—” I start.

“While this reunion is all fun and games,” Damon says. “There won’t be much celebrating when half the vampires in town are dead because of this hunter.”

We all file into Elena’s house.

“So this hunter is a girl,” Stefan explains. “She’s super strong, but she isn’t supernatural, not that we know of.”

“Do you guys have a name or anything to go off of?” I ask.

“No name, but we know she’s staying at a bed and breakfast in town,” Stefan responds.

“Well let’s go there then,” I say.

“We can’t just march up there, Y/N,” Klaus responds.

“Well do you have a better plan?” I ask.

“Actually I do,” Klaus states.

Three Hours Later

“I can’t believe you all convinced me to do this,” I say looking down at my costume posing as a mail carrier. Klaus attempts to stifle a laugh.

“Something funny Niklaus?” I ask earning a few “Oos” from the crowd.

“Look Y/N you are new to town,” Bonnie says. “She won’t recognize you or even suspect anything. This way you could get more information about her like a name or anything.”

“You all owe me big time,” I say. “I come back from hiding after centuries and this is how you guys repay me?”

I make my way up to the bed and breakfast and compel the front desk attendant to let me in. I look down at the piece of paper with the room number #342 scrawled on it. I quickly knock on the door holding my breath. I hope this hunter couldn’t smell the fact that I was a vampire. I hear the locks clicking behind the door. The girl opens the door slightly only to open it all the way.

“Sami?” I ask in shock seeing my old friend after years.

“Y/N?” she responds. “What are you doing here? What are you wearing?”  

“I thought you died Sami,” I say. “You refused to complete the transition and you died.”

“You should come inside Y/N,” Sami says slowly opening the door for me. I hesitantly step inside the room nervous for my life.

[ncityofangels]

Shoot Out (Mafia!AU Jooheon x fem!Reader pt.2)

a/n - Sorry this took me so damn long to write, we all know I’m shit at updating properly. Anyway, I don’t really have much to say on this one. Hope y’all enjoy. <3

Part 1 <---

Summary - You meet Jooheon on a whim during a traumatic accident in your life. You don’t know what he does for a living, but you know he’s well off. As things progress you start to doubt where all the money comes from. One night you walk in on him handling mob business and get pulled into a life of crime and treachery. Things are good for a while, you being the Bonnie to his Clyde, but soon you start to question how far would you go for the one you love?

Word Count - 1.8k

Genre - some fluff, mostly angst towards the later chapters, maybe a sprinkle of smut who knows ;)

Warnings - definitely some “vulgar” language.

The pain woke you up. The sharp sting of a wound you barely recalled receiving. You assumed someone had given you painkillers to allow the little bit of rest you had actually gotten. You awoke to a bizarre and unfamiliar landscape. A four poster bed with ivory satin sheets enveloped your body. “What the hell?” you whispered. The last thing you remembered was walking home after work down a dim avenue on your way to your apartment complex. The homeless person. An image of a battered old man asking for money flashed through your brain. That’s when you really felt the stitches holding the gash in your side from continuing to gush blood. “Damn that hurts like a bitch” you whispered to yourself again. You still couldn’t tell where exactly you were, but it was nice enough to have a fully decorated guest room, so it most definitely couldn’t be a hospital. “Stab wounds tend to do that”. You heard a voice from the corner of the room, and realized there was someone standing in the doorway. A tall man with chestnut brown hair, a broad figure and a serious expression joined you in the room, shutting the door behind him. “Who the hell are you? Where am I?” You panic, immediately jumping to the worst possible scenario you could muster. That of course being that you were sold into sex trafficking and were only ‘saved’ so you could service men. This undoubtedly was not the case but you wouldn’t figure that out until later. You could tell your sudden outburst surprised him. “Well….um….I’m Shownu. This is my boss’ house. We found you bleeding on the street...uh….we have a kind of on-site doctor here and this was closer than the hospital so…” the tall man, apparently named Shownu responded. You were still suspicious about the whole situation but you decided to drop it for now, the pain in your side once again returning. You lifted your thin shirt to reveal the large bandage taped to the side of your torso. While you observed your wound, Shownu kept talking. “I was told to tell you that since you’re a guest here you’re invited to dinner tonight. There’s a dress in the closet for you to wear, and the table is set at 6. After that, if you desire, transportation will be arranged to take you back to your apartment.” he finished, proud of himself for properly delivering the message to me. You went to tell him that dinner wouldn’t be necessary and that you wished to go home as soon as possible; however, you didn’t get a chance to reply, as the boy had already escaped the room. “I guess I don’t have much of a choice” you thought to yourself. You gently rose from the bed, making sure you didn’t irritate your laceration, making your way towards the towering wardrobe that was placed in your room. You open the wardrobe to reveal an emerald green lace cocktail dress and white stiletto heels. “You have GOT to be kidding me.” I said to myself. “They do know I literally just got stabbed, right?” I sighed. Obviously this wasn’t something I was going to be able to get out of. I began to carefully undress out of my ‘shady mansion surgeon’-issued clothes and slip into the small piece of fabric provided to me. “This is weird as fuck, but what the hell”.

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Jooheon POV

“I delivered the message, sir.” Shownu said, plopping himself down in one of Jooheon’s office chairs. The superior responded with a nod of his head, nothing more. “If I may ask boss, why exactly are we involving ourselves in this?” Shownu continued. Jooheon paused the ledgers he was working on and glanced up at his employee. “What kind of mob boss would I be if I just let an innocent bystander bleed out inside the boundaries of my empire?” Jooheon joked. In all seriousness, he knew well that she could become a liability. If word got out that there had been a murder within feet of one of his tenants shops, many friends to his ‘business’ could pull out of transactions for fear of their inventory being compromised. Murder was second nature in his line of work, but any news of a non-mafia related crime spike could jeopardize future negotiations. “Speaking of the events of last night, did you take care of the man that caused this?” Jooheon asked. Shownu raised his head, responding “I think it’s safe to say he won’t be a problem anymore”. Jooheon looked satisfied. “Good. Now I want you to do one more thing for me”.

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Y/N POV

Once you were dressed, you finally liberated yourself from the confines of your room. Shownu never told you where to go for dinner so you turned down multiple hallways and ventured down a bunch of stairwells before finally coming to what you thought may be the right place. As you explored, you noticed the beautiful rustic yet modern designs in the house. From the wooden beams extending from the floor to the ceiling, to the cozy furniture included in every room. The design of the house definitely made it feel a lot more like a home, despite the size. Once in the dining room, you sit down in one of the many chairs at the table. The food was surprisingly already served and ready to eat; however, your host had yet to arrive. “Nice of you to invite a guest to dinner and not show up” you whispered to yourself, a little irritated that you got dragged to dinner with this guy and he had the nerve to be late. “Sorry about that, I had some…..business to take care of.” A man, assumedly the host of this dinner and the owner of the house, walked towards the table from a room you had yet to see. Shit, he probably heard you make that comment. He had sleek black hair and an intimidating face, but something about him was attractive. He was wearing a black suit with a green undershirt, coincidentally matching your dress. Everything about him was contradictory. His face was serious, but in some ways very soft. Like his true demeanor was hidden behind a daunting facade. You wished you could stop analyzing every little thing about him but it’s like he had a gravitational pull. “I’m Jooheon” the man said, taking his seat at the head of the table. “I’m…” You went to respond to him but he cut you off. “I know who you are”. You guessed he’s not the most well-mannered person you’ve ever met. “How exactly do you know who I am?” you implored. “We got your purse back” He responded, stuffing his mouth with whatever food was on his plate. Alright then, not a big talker either. You slowly started to eat your food, sensing that you weren’t going to get much out of him right now. At least the alfredo you were eating tasted pretty good. As all food should when it comes from the kitchen of as grand a house as this one. “How’s the wound?” Jooheon asked, restarting whatever ‘conversation’ we had initiated before; however, you were done playing games, you wanted answers. “What made you think you could just bring me to your house and patch me up instead of taking me to the hospital? I’ve never met you before” you stated. Your question was abrupt but he maintained his composure, unshaken by your urgency. “I’m sorry the accommodations I made for you aren’t suitable enough. I remind you that I could have let you die on the street without as much as a lift of a finger, so I would appreciate a little thanks in that regard” He threw back. You were shocked. How was this man already so good at throwing things back in your face. You finished what little was left on your plate and effectively dodged the response you received from your host. “I think I’ve overstayed my welcome. If it’s not too much to ask I’d like to be taken home now.” You quickly responded. Luckily, he had finished his dinner too and was noticeably irritated with your presence. “I think that can be arranged.” He replied. “Wait by the front door. I’ll call for an escort. I hope next time we can meet on better terms, Y/N” With that final statement, he retreated back to the hallway he originally entered from. “Hopefully I won’t get so lucky” you whispered to yourself, making your way to the entrance to the estate.

Once in the car, you thought of the events of the past 24 hours. First you were mutilated by some random homeless man. That was fun. Then you were taken to this random rich man’s house to get operated on by a currently unknown surgeon. After that you had dinner with this random rich man in his luxurious home. Now you’re finally on your way home. Honestly, this was the most adventure you’d gotten in years, but you just wanted to crawl into your own bed, in your own clothes and go back to your normal life. You arrived at your apartment pretty quickly, thus making you think that you weren’t too far away to begin with. You made a mental observation of that fact and tucked it away in some filing cabinet in your brain. Once you came to a complete stop, you hopped out of the expensive car, thanked the driver and walked up to your door. You already sensed that something was off, but you didn’t realize until you let your eyes drift around the entrance to your house. The first thing you noticed as your eyes moved upward was the brand new, state-of-the-art electronic door lock that was now installed on your door. But that wasn’t all. Security Cameras. All around your complex. Your landlord was cheap as hell so you knew he didn’t buy them. “What the hell is all of this?” you whispered softly, wondering how all these gadgets found their way to your doorstep. The last thing that caught your eye was the bouquet of white roses placed on your ‘Welcome Home’ doormat. You slowly leaned down to pick up the arrangement, carefully not to jerk too much as to bother your bandage. You noticed a familiar label attached to the wrapping around the flowers. They were from one of your favorite floral shops nearby, Lily’s. As you examined the bouquet you noticed a white card dangling from one of the roses. “Let’s see who these are from” you said, delicately opening the card to reveal a short message. “Rest up. We’ll be seeing each other very soon. -J”.

[bxcksdoll]

Teasing

Pairings: Thor x reader

Summary: Y/N and Thor are best friends. They get teased that they should be a couple but Y/N doesn’t think Thor feels the same. One day, on a mission, Thor saved Y/N and confesses his feelings to her.

Request: reader is part of the avengers, and is closest to Thor. Everyone else notices he has a crush on reader but he denies it every time he is asked about it. When they’re on a mission, reader is in danger and Thor finally realizes he does really like the reader and confesses to her. :)

Warnings: violence/blood

A/N: so i usually write in second person but I guess I changed it up a bit to first person oof

Y/N/N - your nick name

Y/N’s POV

Thor is my best friend. My person. The one I’d go to when I needed help. Currently, I’m in desperate need of his help. I have inexplainable feelings. Needs. I have feelings for him.

Of course, I know I can’t tell him and I can’t tell any of the other Avengers. So, instead, I sit in the same overwhelming, heart-clenching silence every night. Alone with my thoughts - thoughts of him.

I know that Thor doesn’t feel the same - he’s been asked many times by the others but always denies it. Tony is convinced he has a crush on me and won’t let it lie; he constantly teases us about our chemistry. But I guess we’re just meant to be friends.

“Good morning, Stark,” I greet, wandering into the kitchen.

“Hey, Y/N. You seen your boyfriend this morning? Fury’s looking for him,” Tony asks, sipping his morning coffee.

I roll my eyes, scoffing a little. “Very funny, Tony, but you know he’s not my boyfriend. And no I haven’t - why’s Fury after him?”

“Ah, it’s nothing to worry about, sweetheart. Fury’s not taking lover boy away or anything; in fact, he’s gonna ask him to accompany you, Sam, Nat and Clint on your mission tomorrow,” Tony smirks.

Rolling my eyes again, I ask, “Why does Thor need to come too? And what do you mean me, Nat and Clint - I thought you were coming too?”

“Not anymore kiddo,” he laughs, “I told Nick I couldn’t and may have requested a certain God of Thunder to go instead.”

“Wow, you really don’t give up, do you, Stark?” I shake my head.

“Nope. I’ll never rest until-oh look! The God himself. Mornin’, pointbreak, it’s good to see ya,” Tony nods.

Turning around, I’m faced with a tired-looking Thor. His hair is loosely tied back in a bun, strands of golden locks grazing his sharp features. It appears he’s shaved recently and looks damn good.

Glancing down, I can see he’s wearing a black vest top - tightly fitting to his muscles just right - and loose grey sweatpants. This man really knows how to get me hot and bothered.

“Morning, Stark,” the God replies. “Hey, Y/N/N,” he ruffles my hair with his hand as he slumped past, sleepily.

“You talked to Fury, Thor?” Tony asks.

“Um, no why?”

“He wants to ask you to go on a mission tomorrow. Which Y/N happens to be going on too,” Tony smirks while I send a glare his way.

“Oh, yes. Y/N was telling me about it yesterday - are you not going on it, Stark?” Thor questions, opening the fridge.

“Tony, here, was too lazy to go and so he recommended you for the job,” I interjected, crossing my arms.

“Hey, you should be thanking me. Because of me, you have more time to spend with your girlfriend,” Tony laughs.

Thor slammed the fridge harder than he meant to, in surprise. “Uhhh, my what?!” he asks, eyebrows raised.

“You’ll spend more time with Y/N,” Tony pats him on the back. Thor’s cheeks begin to to turn a shade of red.

“Stark you know that Y/N and I are only-”

“Stop! Let me have my fun,” Tony wines and - for about the 100th time this morning - I roll my eyes again. “Just make sure you talk to Fury, okay?”

“Okay,” Thor replies, quickly glancing at me to give a small smile. My heart flutters at the minor gesture and my belly aches with butterflies, longing for him in ways that I shouldn’t.

For now, I’m going to train for the mission. I need to get Thor off my mind and to focus on more important issues.

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Thor POV

I accepted the mission given to me yesterday; partly because it’s the right thing to do...but mostly because - Stark was right - it meant I could spend more time with Y/N.

I’m sick of everyone telling me I should ask her out but, if I’m honest, I do have feelings for her. However, we’re best friends and I can’t jeopardise our friendship. I don’t know what I’d do with myself if she didn’t feel the same way and even if she did it could be strange.

Anyway, I accepted the mission and we took off in the quinjet some few minutes ago. Fury told me S.H.I.E.L.D had been tracking down a group of Hydra agents for a couple of months and had finally discovered a potential hide out. So, we went on our way to check out this place.

Fury made us all dress in normal clothes to blend in; it’s rather strange going on a mission without wearing my usual battle gear but I do understand why there’s a change.

The quinjet landed not too far from the base - but further enough away so that the jet wouldn’t be heard or seen. Getting out of the jet, Natasha turns to us all.

“Okay, you guys here’s the plan. Clint you go up top on he southwest building - use that tech Bruce gave you and keep us updated on all the activity that goes on in the base. Y/N and Thor, you’ll go round the back - search around and break in without drawing any attention to yourselves.”

My heart beats faster at her last words. I didn’t feel nervous before now but how things have changed; being positioned with Y/N may shift my focus slightly.

“Sam,” Natasha continues, “you’re coming with me; we’ll walk in from the front - we’ve got some fake IDs so that people don’t get suspicious of who we are.”

She pauses for a second, handing him the card.

“Sweet,” Sam chuckles, attaching it to his jacket.

“Now,” Natasha states, “once we’re inside, make sure you gather all the information you can on those flash drives I gave you, understood?”

I nod in agreement with everyone else. We all go our seperate ways, my heart pounding loud in my chest at the realisation that Y/N is following behind me.

“Do you even know how to use a flash drive?” she laughs. “Or even a computer?”

She’s smirking and raising her eyebrows in that cute flirtatious way she does. I adore that look on her - I adore every look on her, but especially this one.

“Yes, of course I do!” I argue, shaking my head.

“Hmm, are you sure about that? You’re 1500 years old and technology doesn’t usually mix well with old people,” she jokes, hitting my arm lightly.

“Ha ha. You’re hilarious, Y/N...”

We’ve reached the suspected base. Before going in I decide to be safe and check with Clint what’s going on inside.

“It seems...empty,” he replies. “Really, really empty. Are you sure this gadget works, Nat?”

“Yeah, Bruce thoroughly checked it,” Nat’s voice says in my ear piece.

“How strange...perhaps only Y/N and I should go in first. We’ll look around and tell you what we see,” I suggest.

“Alright, Thor, but be careful. Both of you.”

“We’ll be fine, Nat,” Y/N replies and gives me a comforting smile. Then, she breaks the lock off the backalley door, slipping inside before me.

The building is pitch black - I can hardly see anything, even Y/N. I describe the scene to the others; there seems to be a few tall white pillars in the distance. As my eyes adjust, I take in the whole floor before me. Notes are plastered on the walls all around; the floor stretches beyond a curving staircase.

“Thor,” Y/N whispers into the ear piece. I turn to my left and can finally see her. She’s a fair distance away, next to one of the pillars. “I think I found-AH!”

A gunshot fires through the building, flashes of red light go off as a machine gun is fired repeatedly in the direction of where Y/N is. One must have pierced through her leg, as she’s down on the ground and clutching it while protecting herself behind a pillar.

“Thor! Y/N! What’s going on?” Sam yells in the ear piece.

“We need backup immediately!” I shout, electricity corsing through my veins as I send random bursts of lightning around the room. I wasn’t able to see when the gunshot came from so I strike anywhere and everywhere.

It appears I’ve hit someone as a shiek is hear from one corner of the room. Y/N is still down on the ground, I run over to her and put pressure on her leg.

“Ow, T-thor...” she whimpers, wincing from the pain.

“Don’t worry, Y/N, it’s going to be okay. Just breath, alright?” I reassure her as he thick, warm blood pours over my hands.

Seconds later, the front door swings open to reveal Sam, Natasha and Clint. They immedialey spot s couple of agents hidden in the corner of the room and begin fighting them. This was the perfect opportunity to sneak Y/N out.

“Y/N, I’m going to carry you back to the jet now, alright, love?”

I doubt she’s processing anything I say due to her painful expression and breathing so I pick her up without warning. She weighs nothing but makes it harder for me to carry her by clutching to my upper arms and digging her fingernails in - through pain.

“It’s alright, I’ve got you,” I murmur as I’m running with her back to the jet. Her life depending on my actions.

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Your POV

I open my eyes only to be blinded by a shining white colour. Oh no. I must be in the hospital. A throbbing feeling is in my leg as I remember I got shot. Glancing beside me, I notice Thor is sat crouched over the edge of my bed with his head in his hands.

I reach over and touch his shoulder. He jumps back in surprise and then smiles, gleamingly. He lurches forward, wrapping his arms around me in a tight embrace.

“Thank the gods you’re alright, Y/N,” he murmurs in my ear. “How are you feeling?”

“I feel fine, Thor, it’s just that my leg is aching a bit,” I reply. Thor lets go of me and returns to his earlier seat, this time gripping my hand tight in his.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I-I shouldn’t have let you go ahead. I should have been more careful...”

“No, Thor! Don’t blame yourself. This wasn’t your fault - it was mine for not keeping my voice down,” I chuckle. Thor squeezes my hand again and smiles.

“...Y/N?” he asks and I nod my head. “After what’s just happened to you,” he goes on, “I’ve realised that I need to tell you something.” My heart beats faster in my chest, eager to know what. “I have feelings for you. Strong ones. I didn’t want to tell you before now because I was scared that our friendship would be ruined but now I know that I must tell you. I want to be with you, Y/N.”

I gasp and sit up as much as I can. “Oh, Thor, I feel the same way!”

Thor’s eyes light up in surprise. “R-really?” he laughs. I nod my head, my heart warming.

Thor grins wided, leaning close and capturing his lips with mine; we move in sync, desperately claiming one another in a kiss we had both longed for for so long. Thor would never let you get hurt again. He would protect you from now on and keep you safe from any harm.

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[johnfruanthonykiedisfanfics]

Nobody weird like me- Chapter 9

So, wanna join me smoking outside? he asked me, winking. Which made me a bit nervous.

“Yeah sure!” I said

We sat on the stairs, he handed me a cigarette and lit it up for me. I inhaled deep the smoke. 

“Sooo, LA huh?” he smiled

“Yeah!” I answered, continuing smoking

“What a coincidence! Never thought I would meet someone from my hometown here.”

“Well, here I am!” I answered 

He had to laugh.

“You really are different than other girls!” he said while observing me smoking.

I rolled my eyes. “How many girls have you said this to, before Tony?” looking at him critical.

“Oh now you think its my standard phrase?”

“It sounded very cheesy to be honest!”

“Well cheesy or not. You seem tough to me...!”

I interrupted him, while crawling over to him, my face now near to his.

“ Sooo you call me a tomboy now?”

He breathed heavily, biting his lip.

“See, this is what I mean, you are weird, but in a good way.”He grabbed my hip pulling me close. “I like weirdos!” he whispered. I grabbed his ponytail, pulling it a bit, whispering into his ear.

“Nobody weird like me!”

He looked at me with his eyes wide open.

“Wow Mary!” licking his lips.

Then someone stepped out.

“God damn Anthony, here you are!” Ione said

I instantly pulled back from Anthony and noticed how he got annoyed.

“Yeah why? Am I not allowed to go out alone?” he asked her upset.

Ione rolled her eyes. And told him to come inside. He then stood up, looking at me winking.

“See you later Mary!”

As the door closed, I had to breathe deeply out. That scene stressed me so much out, I needed another beer now. So I went towards the dressing room, longing for a cold beer. When I met Pete half way.

“Here you are Mar, listen I don't pay you only for drinking and smoking with the band!”

“They are fine Pete, I’m here when they need something!”

“Well guess what, they will perform very soon and the guitarist is gone!”

“You mean John?” I asked 

“Yeah of course, who else!” he said while I thought what a prick you are Pete.

“Well?” I asked again, this time annoyed.

“What do you mean well? Go find him NOW!”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine, I will play babysitter. “ I said and went off. First I went to the dressing room again. Flea was there with Chad and Tony with Ione on his lap. I saw them and couldnt stand her immediately. She was so pretty. Anyways. Ivy wasn't here either, so she possibly was with John. I coughed slightly.

“Guys, have anyone seen John and my friend Ivy?”

It was strange how Tony ignored me. Only Flea and Chad answered me.

“They were gone for a hour now, have you checked the bathroom? Chad asked laughing.”

“No I didn’t! thanks guys!”

So I went out, towards the bathroom. I pushed to the front.

“Sorry people I work here!”

People were giving me the bad look. I opened the door calling their names. Nothing. Just some random people fucking.

I now went out to the parking lot. Fuck so many cars I thought to myself, plus it was getting dark any soon. I nearly looked for any car, when I saw a suspicious looking Camero with steamy windows. I was like okay either its them two fucking and I found them or I will interrupt a random couple. I carefully tried to sneak up. When I could recognize a red mohawk. I knocked on the glass.

“What is it? John said annoyed, I have no pants on!”

“Yeah I can see that, I said!”

“Oh fuck, Mary!” he said clearly nervous, putting his pants up. then pulling the window down.

“Sorry guys if I interrupted your session, but John everyone is searching for you. You will perform any soon.” I looked over to Ivy

“Ivy can we talk when you get dressed?” god damn I sounded like a mother.

She looked ashamed at me.

“Tell them I will be there in a few minutes!” John said, while rushing out.

I somehow need to laugh at Ivy. 

“What are you laughing at Marybear?” 

“Do you even realize how destroyed you look?” I had to laugh even harder.

Now she had to laugh too. Her hair was a fucking mess, she still sitting on the backseat, with just her bra on and her jeans skirt being way up to her belly.

“Fuck, she laughed. You were right coke wasn't the right thing for me!”

“I told ya! come on lets go inside again or do you want to miss your Johnny boy playing” I tease her.

She dressed herself again and we went back.

“Mary? I...I need to tell you something!”

“What?” I said

“uhm nevermind!”

Something happened before with her and John, but she still is not talking about.

Ivy’s POV

Here I am, getting high with John. I know my mother told me not to do drugs and I barely smoke pot, but I don't know why John had this influence on me. His whole energy caught me. And I mean I am the bass player of Hole now so, its a special day. John grabbed my hand and we headed towards the Camero again.

“John whats with Toni?” I said

“ Ivy please don't destroy the vibe we´ve got now!” he said pushing me against the car.

“Have you ever made out, super high?” he whispered while holding me by the waist.

“No I haven't!” as I said that, he  tightened his hands around my waist and leaned on to me. He now was licking up my neck and softly sucking at it, while his hands went down to my butt, squeezing it. My mind was out of control as he pushed me stronger to the car. His hands went under my jeans skirt, feeling me up. 

“Lets get in there!” I said, slightly out of breath.

I sat on the backseat, he coming after me, now on top of me. He pulled my tanktop off, then continuing sucking at my neck, while his hand worked his way down, between my legs. 

“You know what they say about me?” he smirked

“What?” I moaned

“That I have long fingers, I can make a guitar cum!”

By now he pulled my panty off, slowly working his “magical” fingers inside me.

My mind  now exploded. I have never experienced something like that.

“Joooohn” i moaned

Then he stopped, just to tease me so bad. He licked his fingers and said

“Its called starter darling!”

My breath was about to stop.

“Teaser!” I said disappointed 

He then leaned back

“Now its your turn baby!” he smirked

I could see, how he was already hard, nearly ripping up his pants. So I crawled over, sitting now on his lap. He looked at me, licking his lips, while I slowly unzipped his pants. I now wrapped my hand around his member, while looking deep into his eyes. Moving up and down, making him moan slightly.

“How about a blowjob beautiful Ivy?” he asked smirking.

Then someone knocked outside, it was Mary.

“Fuck!” John said