#sorry this took so long hun!!!! hope you enjoy xx

[serve-cunt]

do you rec any sincaraz fics?? I know real life is close enough with what Carlos has been saying but still

YES I DO. here are three I've sent around lately plus a bonus jannik character study:

umiltà by niccolos, "canon compliant" (ps is that how people talk about rpf??), gorgeous writing, very sweet get-together from jannik's pov with some lovely lovely moments, i aDORE the restaurant scene specifically but the whole thing is wonderful

sol invictus by lightpirate, which is a Hunger Games AU that I looove, predictably a little dark but very much focused on carlos and jannik as learning more about each other over long distance, specifically through letters. v v good on the other tennis players too!!

that human touch by japrufrocks which concerns both jannik and carlos's recent injury worries, VERY interesting to me because ah!! as japrufrocks themself said: "what if your body was your identity. what if you were only a list of measurements and statistics and achievements. what if your life was honing your body into a tool. and then the tool stops working. WOOF"

bonus character study of jannik that I can never resist rec'ing:

Phoenix by Rainbowcat, because as I always say: PUT THAT BOY IN A TIME LOOP

[kindestofkings]

when i meet the band they ask, "do you have a man?" i can still say, "i don't remember"

matty healy x reader

face claim: amelia dimoldenberg

childhood friends, reader and matty healy have been the ultimate power couple, with his success with the 1975 and her increasingly popular online series. unfortunately, things don't always stay perfect forever...

authors note: this took me FOREVER but she's my baby and I hope you enjoy!! Absolutely no hate to gabrietta shes seems really cool, but i needed the drama lol

yourusername and chickenshopdate

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chickenshopdate when will they get it!! my quest for love is still ongoing. TWO more dates lined up for this season, lets hope I don't get ghosted xx

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yourusername mwhahah you guys are gonna love them!!

1975fan1 oh my god please please have matty on we've been so patient 1975fan2 fr i need to see more of my parasocial parents yourusername dont think I know a matty ?? is he the one who sings about chocolate?

trumanblack well fit xx

yourusername stranger danger !! 1975fan2 hahah you'd swear they haven't been dating for like 5 years 1975fan3 AND friends for like 7 years before that

yourusername and chickenshopdate

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chickenshopdate No crashing here, just crushing. 😏 My date with @charli_xcx is out on Friday!💕

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fan1 holy shit this is my roman empire

yourusername watch out @bedfordanes75 imma bout to steal your girl xxx

bedfordanes75 two can play at that game hun xx charli_xcx guys please theres enough of me to go around trumanblack and me yourusername @trumanblack sorry who brought you into the conversation?? trumanblack love it when you're mean to me x rass75 AH my eyes

1975fan1 damn they're both so hot, i fear the boys of the 1975 have rizz...

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yourusername sadly Miss XCX wasn't the one for me, or i wasn't the one for her whatever blahblahblah

im giving love one last try next week before i give up and let my mum set me up!

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1975fan1 omg matty liked this post maybe he's the last date?

1975fan2 me when im delusional xx 1975fan3 you do know they're going out years? he likes all her posts babe x

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chickenshopdate it's the one you've all been waiting for.. my date with @trumanblack @the1975 is out THIS Friday!

keep the hopes low guys he can't be funny in his first language let alone a foreign one xx

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1975fan1 OH MY GOD i was right this is everything

rass75 you picked the wrong band member love

yourusername if you weren't too busy being cool and mysterious, it could've been us falling in love over chicken nuggets xx trumanblack oi rass75 back off

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yourusername just broke the internet so i think i'm good to hardlaunch my current placeholder @trumanblack x

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trumanblack babe you look so cool

yourusername BAHAHA did you quote your own lyrics to me?? thats an ick I might have to rethink this placeholder thing, rass75 are you free? trumanblack stop tryna replace me, hurts my feelings

trumanblack posted on their story!

-go watch me be fit and cool on a date

1975fan_base

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1975fan_base in honour of @trumanblack and @yourusername's groundbreaking date i thought we should all love on the old pics of the two and the guys from her old insta!

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1975fan1 parents literally my parents

1975fan2 so so cute they've been together so long !

1975fan_base ikr!! they make me believe in love

1975fan3 shes doing gods work giving us those photos

yourusername 💕💕

1975fan_base ahhh omg HI!!

yourusername posted on their story!

trumanblack reposted onto their story!

more boyfriend content cause he's giving out it's ruining his "cool" image lol

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bedfordanes75 cant ruin what was never there in the first place 1975fan1 IM SO OBSESSED WITH YOU TWO AHH

four weeks later

tmz

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tmz SPOTTED !! the 1975's frontman matty healy was seen out on a loved up walk around NYC today with gabriette, despite him and his long term girlfriend being seen together just over a month ago. Do we think the previous couple had broken it off already or is the singer adding cheater to his name?

let us know what you think down below!!

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1975fan1 oh my fucking god men I cant

1975fan2 nooo I hope he and yourusername broke it off before this, shes too good for this shit!

1975fan1 doesnt even matter its very quick to already be in a relationship after ending one that lasted like 5 years...

1975fan3 this afternoon?? tmz you guys are disgusting putting this up, what if yourusername finds out through this!!

1975fan_base

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1975fan_base guys i cant be delusional anymore yourusername just unfollowed matty and all the boys 💔💔

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1975fan1 noo I cant stop thinking she found out through tmz, hard day to be a 1975 fan....

1975fan2 how can he cheat on the girl who he wrote when we are together and about you for !!

1975fan_base genuinely makes no sense men are TRASH

1975fan3 feel like you guys should've seen this coming he's written so many songs about cheating on his girlfriend

1975fan2 literally no one asked!!

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yourusername oh hi! hope you've missed me? let's play 2 truths and 1 lie: it's awards season, i'm fit as fuck and men are trash.

fans of chickenshopdate don't fret we'll be back with another season soon! it's time to level up on english singers, im looking at you @harrystyles xxx

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yourusername god 1'm so bad at games there's 3 truths there isn't there?

fan 1 AHAHAH you are so iconic, gone for three months and you come back with this fan2 make him payyyy

florencepugh the real queen of england right here!

yourusername 💕💕

harrystyles i'm a pescatarian so what about just a regular date love x

fan 1 oh she's such a girlboss I hope ratty healy regrets every decision he's ever made!

bedfordanes75 gonna smash it! call one of us back when you get the chance <3

(liked by rass75,1975adam and charlie_xcx) fan3 eek the fallout of a couple in the same friend group right there

[melissa-kenobi]

Sleeping Positions [Bad Batch]

A/N: yelloo peeps, decided to make some bad batch headcannons. Curtesy of @starwarsworld, thank you hun for making me wanna do these! Also I don't even know if this counts as sleeping positions lol! These will be a mixture of SFW and NSFW, maybe some fluff too. NSFW ones have an asterisk next to them! Feel free to send in some headcannon requests too xx

Crosshair

This man is for sure a pain in your arse when it comes to sleeping. He has no set routine, so he just flops into his bunk whenever he wants to.

He can never decide which position he should sleep in if he's alone. You'll always hear him tossing and turning around in his bunk.

He does it quite frequently, and very loudly, just to let you know that he wants you here with him, or else he'll continue shuffling around in his bunk.

Once you'd caught him whining your name while you were working on something with Tech. You had to cough a couple of times to cover it up before Tech realised what was happening and let you go.

"You better not tell anyone."

"I won't."

Eventually when you do finish off what you're doing, you'll slip into bed with him, finding him sitting up with an angry look on his face.

"What took you so long?" He'll huff, not giving you a chance to reply before he pulls you towards him and tucks you into his chest.

His long arms holding you tightly against him as he mumbles words into your hair. "Can't believe you made me wait so long."

"Shouldn't have been an ass to Tech and broken his t-

"Shh. I don't want to hear about Tech. Go to sleep."

You huff and shuffle a little in his arms before you'd fall asleep. Crosshair would listen to the sounds of your breathing, grounding him as he felt his body relax.

No matter what happened during the day, you were always in his arms at night, helping him sleep.

Even if he was a whiny baby.

Echo

Echo, Echo, Echo

This man literally needs you to sleep with him.

On the outside he's tough guy, loves to show you off as his, but when you're in bed that's a whole 'nother story.

This man is honestly the little spoon. No matter what, he needs to be cuddled to sleep at night.

He doesn't care what you say but he knows he sleeps better with you, he always has.

You had found him shivering at night once so you had grabbed your blanket and tucked it over him. Hoping that would be enough to keep him warm.

But in his sleep Echo had swung an arm over you, trapping you in his bed, under his covers. You couldn't move, nor did you want to disturb him as he had only just stopped shivering and was now sleeping peacefully.

You would just have to let him cuddle you and deal with the consequences in the morning.

Although you didn't mind.

The two of you woke up with Crosshair stood over you, a smug grin plastered on his face as he watched the two of you fumble for words.

"Mesh'la, i-i I am so sorry!"

"Oh, so it's mesh'la now?"

"What does mesh'la mean?"

Ever since then, you had agreed to help him sleep, even with Crosshairs incessant teasing.

Which practically happened everyday of his life, along with Omega and Wreckers now joined in on it too.

Echo liked to have you behind him as he tucked himself into your chest, his good arm wrapped around your body, while you free hand caressed his head.

Echo loved it when you left soft kisses on his face, the feel of your lips against his sullen skin made him feel wanted, it made all his nightmares disappear so he could only dream of you.

Echo would let out small humms of contempt as he slept peacefully in your arms.

Better than he ever would have alone.

Hunter*

Now here's a man who did not enjoy sleeping with you at first.

Due to his senses he was used to sleeping alone, with his thoughts, and with his own senses. He hated hearing noises around everywhere else so he had Tech install a noise filtering machine in his bunk.

Now, Hunter didn't know how handy this would be when you came along.

His senses went into overdrive when you first slept with him, his couldn't concentrate. It was like you were taking over his mind and his senses.

"Hunter, baby, are you okay?"

He would shake his head, reaching out to touch you so it could help calm him down. He'd open his eyes and see you sat infront of him, legs crossed as you held his hands gently.

The two of you soon had a routine that consisted of you sleeping besides him, only your hands touching as you didn't want to overwhelm him too much.

Hunter loved that about you, how caring you were about his senses and him. But he wanted more, he want so much more with you and wanted to give it to you very soon.

So one night you slept besides him, comfortly listening to his breathing, noticing that he wasn't asleep yet.

"Hunter? What's wrong?"

Hunter had been hard all day, your intentional teasing had been a huge pain for him the entire day and you didn't even know it.

"I er- I-

You sat up and took his form in, suddenly realising what he was all shy about now. Giving him a small smile you shuffed closer to him, now sitting on the top of his thighs, running your hands down his chest.

"Shall I take care of you baby?"

Hunter would only whine in response, his senses already going into overdrive at your ministrations.

You'd slide off his blacks, along with his underwear while he lifted his hips to aid you. "Good boy."

Slipping a hand around his cock, you would slide your hand around it, holding his cock in your hand gently - letting Hunter get used to the feeling and enjoy it. "You good Hunter?"

He would only moan in response and you took that as your sign to continue slowly pumping him. You'd start off slow, giving him time to adjust.

"Baby, use your- I want your mouth- please..."

Reaching up to give him a soft kiss, you would slide your mouth onto his cock, making him hiss in desperation.

He wouldn't last very long, not with the way you had been going and how worked up had been all day. He would cup a hand around your cheek, his signal to let you know he was going to cum.

"Cum for me Hunter..."

After he was finished, you would clean him up, not too quickly after because he was still very sensitive. Hunter would pull you towards him, still lying on his back while you cuddled into his side, tangling your fingers together as he fell asleep whispering softly

"Thank you mesh'la.."

Tech*

Oof, Tech is one kinky man, I'm telling you.

He would immediately shuffle into bed, dragging you along with him whether you'd like it or not.

Whether you had finished your joint project or not, Tech would demand cuddles and your warmth right away.

Yes, by your warmth he meant your ... 😏

Tech slept naked. And that meant you would also be sleeping naked too.

After stripping down to your undies, you would do a small strip tease for the man, making his eyes grow wider under his goggles as his cock hardened under his blacks.

"C'mere mesh'la.." Tech would mumble as he pulled you to sit on his lap, before he closed his doors and slid behind you.

Your ass would be rubbing up against his erection as he cuddled into you from behind. "Teeeechhh...."

"What is it mesh'la? You want this?"

Tech would strip out of his underwear, sliding his cock between your thighs, enjoying the warmth that surrounded his cock as he let a string of curses.

"Please darling..."

Tech would be a total tease, grabbing your arms, holding them above your head as he slid his cock up and down your lips, making you moan in response. "You like that darling?"

"Did you know, having an orgasm before bed can help you sleep better?" Tech would whisper lustfully in your ear as he slowly, ever so slowly slid his cock into your pussy.

The man would make your orgasm within seconds, his free hand rubbing circles around your clit, just in the way you like as you bumped back into his hips - wanting more friction.

Tech wouldn't move. He loved the warmth that your pussy gave him, he loved the way his cock would fill you up, stretching you just right.

He knew your body like the back of his hand, and with one single thrust in the right spot, he would have you coming within seconds. His own orgasm following swiftly after, feeling the pulsations of your pussy making him lose control as he let go. Moaning into your ear as you clenched him tightly.

"Fuck! Tech!"

"Good girl." He would whisper praises in your ear, keeping his cock tucked inside of you, his cum plugged deeply inside of you as he twisted your body towards him, turning you to face him as he wrapped your legs around his waist.

His cock still buried deep inside as you let out a soft moan of contempt. "Tech, you feel so good. Thank you baby.."

He would smile and kiss your lips, his eyes now starting to feel sleepy before he'd whisper

"Sleep darling."

Wrecker

Wrecker's a big guy, so he need alot of space. So when he sleeps he loves to sleep on his stomach, sprawled out as he take up the majority of the bunk.

So when you came along, Wrecker realised he couldn't do that. He was terrified he would squash you in his sleep.

So one night he offered for you to sleep with him in his bunk and you were delighted, over the moon. After changing into your sleepwear, you slid into Wrecker's bunk, only to find him huddled into a corner while he left a huge amount of space for you.

"Wreck? Why are you all the way over there?"

"Erm, I don't-

"Baby what's wrong?"

"I don't want to squash you."

Rolling your eyes, you smiled and tugged on the large man to come closer to you. Wrecker hesitantly made his way, his arms automatically coming to hug you, but you'd push him down.

"Sleep how you usually would Wreck."

Wrecker took up his usual position, sleeping on his stomach as he cuddled into a pillow, body sprawled across his bunk.

You took your chance, grabbing the pillow and tucking it elsewhere as you took its position, Wrecker's arms covering your body as he cuddled you instead.

Wrecker let out a laugh, tugging you closer to him, now happier that wasn't going to squash you anymore. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead, as you nuzzled your face into his neck.

"I love you mesh'la."

"Love you too big guy."

Omega [Bonus]

Likes to cuddle with everyone, but mostly you because you were soft and warm.

She also saw you as a mother figure. Always looking after her and make sure she was comfortable with what she wanted to do.

Also she preferred your body to the boys' armour and their abs.

She loves it when she can curl up on your lap on one of the seats and listen to you sing or hum along to a random tune that allows her to fall asleep.

The boys love it when you do that because it helps them remember that Omega is only a child, that she needs that nurturing and softness that you can give her.

Neither of you know it, but the boys are always watching from behind, their hearts swelling with love and adoration for the two of you.

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helloo🤍 I wanted to ask if you can write something with mob!Tom where he’s at the club because of a business meeting making some deals and the reader also comes to the club even though Tom told her not to come because it’s dangerous and something happens to the reader and Tom is really overprotective. Angst with fluff at the end🥺

Totally understand it if it’s to much and you don’t want to write it!! It was just an idea 🥰

Absolutely, I’m excited to do more mob!tom, he’s my best friend tbh. Hope you like this one hun xx

Protective

Pairing: Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: angst, little bit of fighting, harassment

Summary: Tom is worried about having you around during his business meeting

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Tom had warned (y/n) on his way out that she should steer clear of the club for the night. Unfortunately for Tom, her best friend really wanted to go clubbing, and the other clubs in town made them pay for drinks so they weren't even considered. Plus no other club had Harrison, who (y/n)'s best friend wanted to hit on. (y/n) had tried to steer her elsewhere, warning her that Harrison was going to be working and she wasn't going to drink much, but she hadn't tried very hard.

Truthfully she just knew getting Tom a little riled up always lead to a fun night for her, and he'd looked too good on his way out for her not to mess with him a little. She was very disappointed when they entered the club and Tom was nowhere to be found, essentially leaving her little game pointless.

"Let's grab some drinks," her friend dragged her towards the bar and ordered a shot for them both, "Cheers."

"Cheers," (y/n) clinked her glass against hers before downing it.

A hand came down on her shoulder as she set the cup back down, "What are you doing here?" Tom hissed in her ear.

"Sasha wanted to go clubbing," she turned to him, a sly smile playing at her lips.

He flashed Sasha a tight lipped smile, "We'll be right back."

(y/n) rolled her eyes, letting Tom pull towards the back door, "You two couldn't go to any other club in the city?"

"Drinks are free here," she shrugged, "What's the big deal? We aren't gonna bug you guys."

"The big deal is that I told you not to come," he snapped. "The people we're meeting with are dangerous, I don't want them to even know who you are, let alone be in the same room as you."

"I think you're just a little paranoid Tommy," she frowned, setting a hand on his cheek, "If they don't know my relationship with you then I'm just another girl in the club, I'm sure they'll leave me alone."

His face was locked in an angry scowl, "You're not just another girl in the club, you stand out like a sore thumb, I already know they're going to notice you."

She glanced down at herself with a frown, "I do not, I look perfectly normal."

"You do not," he scoffed, "You're like the sun, everyone notices you."

"That is so cute it almost makes me want to listen," she nuzzled her nose against his, "I'm going to enjoy my girls night though, you're welcome to join me when you're done."

He shook his head, "No, when I finish we're going home and then you're never leaving the house again."

She laughed, "Okay, whatever you say Tommy," she kissed his cheek, "Enjoy your meeting."

He rolled his eyes, "Please be careful."

"I will, but you have to be careful too."

He nodded and kissed the top of her head, "I will."

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The night continued as planned, (y/n) danced with Sasha until she found a boy to dance with instead. Then (y/n) took a seat at the bar, sipping at a drink and making small talk with the bartender while she waited for her friend to get bored.

"Hey," Sasha grabbed her arm with a smile, "Would you be okay if I took him home with me?" she peaked back at the boy she'd be dancing with.

(y/n) laughed and nodded, "Of course, have fun, and be careful."

She nodded, pulling her friend into a quick side hug, "Tom won't be much longer right?"

"No, he should be wrapping up soon, go enjoy your new boy toy," she waved her off, watching as she weaved her way through the door.

"Tom's having his meeting down in the basement," the bartender butted in as Sasha left, "You could head down if you want."

She shook her head, "Tommy doesn't want me anywhere near whatever they've got going on."

"Well Roger and his men don't exactly have the best reputation," he hummed.

"Neither does Tom."

He chuckled, "Yeah, you've got me there, but Tom's a good guy, he tries to do the right thing where he can. Roger's the opposite, totally dick, he doesn't care who he has to hurt to get what he wants."

She frowned, a sudden worry settled in her stomach, "You said their in the basement?"

He raised a brow, "I thought he didn't want you down there?"

Usually she didn't worry too much about Tom's work, she tried to push aside any thoughts about how dangerous it was. "Yeah we'll it's good for him to not get what he wants every once in awhile," she hoped off the bar stool and weaved her way through the crowd towards the basement door, where a bouncer named Jeff was assigned as security.

"I'm gonna step down and see Tom," she smiled, reaching for the door.

He grabbed her wrist, "He said specifically not to let you in."

Her jaw nearly hit the floor, "He was kidding obviously, let me in."

"He wasn't kidding."

"That asshole," she swore under her breath, "Okay, well, can you send someone down and just ask how long he's gonna be?"

"They won't be much longer," he assured.

"Hey man, if the pretty girl wants in why don't you let her in," an arm snaked around her waist, a tall, lean man, smiled down at her, "She can sit with me."

"I'm only gonna tell you once to keep your hands on her," Jeff warned.

"It's fine," she assured, removing herself from his grasp, "I was just saying hi."

"This your girl or something?" the tall man snickered at the bouncer.

"No, the boss's," he corrected, "Look you keep bugging her I'll escort you out. And I'll be doing you a favor, because if Tom finds out he'll probably shoot you."

He laughed, "You're Tom's girl? No way!" he seemed unphased by the bouncer's warning as he set a hand on her shoulder, "You really managed to tie him down? That's incredible," his eyes wandered her figure, "I think I get the appeal."

"Great," she pushed his hand off, "Look you can just go back to your meeting now."

"Oh don't worry talking to you is much more interesting."

She rolled her eyes, "Okay, well I'm going home not talking to you," she glanced towards Jeff with pursed lips, "Can you just tell Tom to call me when he gets done?"

He nodded, "Of course, have a goodnight."

"Yeah, you too," she brushed past the men to head to Tom's car, deciding she'd just wait there with the driver.

Suddenly she stopped though, freezing as a hand brushed over her backside. A small pinch that made her turn back to them instantly. The tall man winked at her while Jeff seemed oblivious. She tensed, unsure if she had really felt anything, but of course the wink told her she must have. She didn't know if she should say something or not, an odd feeling of embarrassment bubbled in her stomach. Rather than voicing anything she decided just to leave, and pushed her way through the club as quickly as possible.

Once she entered the car she rolled up the partition, telling the driver she had a headache. She sat in silence as she replayed the small event in her mind, trying to figure out why it had happened. Without warning tears began forming in the corner of her eyes, she wasn't even entirely sure why she was so upset.

When Tom called her she didn't answer, just hugged herself tight and tried to stop crying before he reached the car. She was unsuccessful though, tears were still streaming down her face when he arrived.

"Angel what's wrong?" he frowned, instantly filled to the brim with concern.

She wiped her eyes and took a deep breath, "Nothing, it's not really a big deal. I just want to go home."

"Obviously it's a big deal if you're crying about it," he closes the door behind him and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "Did you and Sasha have a fight?"

She shook her head, "No, no, she's out with a guy. It's really not a big deal I'm just being dramatic," she insited.

"Alright, why don't you just tell me what it is then? I'm sure you'll feel better if we talk about it."

"I just went over to ask Jeff if I could come down and see you and one of the guys from your meeting just started talking to me. I don't know, Jeff like told him to leave me alone and that we're together and he was just being annoying and he just like, well, I don't know. Maybe it was something else but I thought he like, pinched my ass while I was walking away. I thought maybe it was nothing but then he winked at me so I'm pretty sure he did."

The anger was evident on Tom's face, bubbling just under the surface, "And did Jeff kick him out?"

"No, he didn't notice so maybe nothing happened but I think it did. I don't know Tommy, it's a stupid thing to cry over. It happens to people all the time, I just need to get over it."

He shook his head, "It's not stupid, you have every right to cry and be upset. And it's not okay just because it happens all the time," his cheeks dusted pink as he pulled her into him, letting him cry into his shoulder, "I'm sorry, that shouldn't have happened, and I should have been with you tonight."

"You don't need to look over me all the time Tommy," she sniffle, wrapping her arms around his middle.

"I want to. And I kept going on and on about you being safe tonight, and I should have stayed with you so I could make sure you were safe. But it's not your job to comfort me right now okay?" he kissed the top of her head, "I'm so sorry that happened to you angel, I promise I'm going to do something about it. In fact if you weren't so upset I'd be out there looking for him right now," he hummed, "I'd probably shoot him, but just in the leg or something because I know you don't like it when I get violent."

"Cause you're really a softie," she mumbled into his shoulder.

"Just for you," he kissed her head again, "I'm a dick to everyone else."

"A little bit," she agreed, "Can we go home now?"

"Of course, and next time I promise I will be right there with you and I will make sure nothing like this ever happens to you again."

"Thank you Tommy," she wiped her eyes and pressed a kiss to her shoulder, "For tonight though, I just wanna go curl up in bed."

He nodded, "Then that's what we'll do."

[nmikaelsonimagines]

No Body, No Crime: A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine

Request from Anon: Hiii, can you do an Evermore for no body no crime please. Love your account btw xx

So I guess it only makes sense that my current favourite song is being used for my 100TH IMAGINE! That’s incredible! Thank you so much for everyone who has ever requested anything and stuck with me over the years, it means the world! This also happens to be one of my favourite things I’ve written in ages! Here’s to the next 100! Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x 

Want to hear the song? Find a link to it just below:

No Body, No Crime

Este's a friend of mine We meet up every Tuesday night for dinner and a glass of wine

It was supposed to be a normal evening, and as of yet there was nothing to suggest that it wouldn’t be. One evening, that’s all you were asking for, one evening away from the concerns that came with having knowledge of the supernatural world that lived within New Orleans.

One evening away from him. One evening away from Klaus Mikaelson and his constant nagging.

You didn’t know why he had taken such an interest in you, but it was getting annoying. He seemed to appear where you didn’t want him to, claiming that you were of interest to his enemies. You had argued that following you around everywhere probably didn’t help with that, but the hybrid had simply smirked.

“Trust me, Y/N. You’re safer with me at your side than you are alone.”

Tonight, you had managed to escape, going out to dinner with one of your friends. Este had been one of the first people to take you under her wing when you arrived in New Orleans only a year ago, and you had made a tradition of meeting the witch weekly for a good old catch-up.

“So, is Klaus still bothering you?” She knew all about the Original’s interest in you, finding it rather amusing at points.

“I came here to forget about him, Este,” you took a sip of your wine, alcohol beginning to blur your thoughts just as you had intended. Little did you know that there would be no forgetting Klaus Mikaelson this evening.

Este's been losin' sleep Her husband's actin' different, and it smells like infidelity

“So what’s new with you?” You had noticed that when Este had arrived, she had looked more solemn than usual. Her smile dropped at your question, and it was here that you saw the bags under her eyes. “Hey, Este, is everything okay?”

Your friend burst into tears. “I think he’s cheating on me.”

You sighed. Este’s husband was a waste of space at the best of times, always degrading her and acting like he was God’s gift to the world. It didn’t surprise you that he would do such a cruel thing as cheat, disappearing at odd times in the night and not coming back for a good couple of days.

“I’m sorry, hun,” you reached over and grabbed your friend’s hand. You weren’t great in these sorts of situations but your heart ached for your friend all the same. You let Este cry for a while, before she wiped her eyes.

“Ugh, I just needed to get that out,” Este’s eyes drifted over to the empty bottle of wine. “We need another one of these I think.”

“I’ll get it.” You stood up, leaving your friend to compose herself. You were at the bar, waiting for assistance when you heard a voice belonging to someone you were hoping to avoid.

“She’s one hell of an actress, I’ll give her that.”

You rolled your eyes before turning to face Klaus Mikaelson.

She says, "That ain't my Merlot on his mouth That ain't my jewelry on our joint account"

“What the hell are you talking about? Actually, how the hell did you know I was here?” Angry was an understatement. You were trying to have a nice night out with your friend, and your stalker had shown up. Okay, maybe stalker was a strong word, but it was the only word you could think of to describe Klaus’s behaviour.

“You come here every week, Y/N. You’re hardly unpredictable.” You wanted to wipe that smirk off his face, ignoring the small voice in the back of your mind that told you maybe kissing it off would be the better option.

You couldn’t lie about the fact that you found yourself attracted to Klaus Mikaelson from time to time. But, now it wasn’t relevant. Now, you were just annoyed. “What did you mean about Este being an actress?”

“Ah yes, that.” There was that damn smirk again. “Your friend isn’t genuine. Freya did some research, and let’s just say that the reason Este’s husband disappears every couple of days isn’t to jump into bed with someone else. And she knows it. In fact, last time he came back, he bought here that charm she’s wearing around her neck.” You cast your mind back to the necklace that you had spotted resting against Este’s chest. “How much of that wine have you been drinking?”

“What’s that got to do with anything? And what exactly are you talking about? You haven’t explained very well.”

“Well, Y/N,” Klaus took a step closer to you, “I’m pretty sure you’ve just drunk a potion.”

No, there ain't no doubt I think I'm gonna call him out

“A potion? Klaus, you’re being ridiculous.” And scaring you, but you weren’t going to admit that. Klaus took a few steps towards you, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke, quietly.

“Y/N. I know you’re used to me joking, but I’m serious now. This whole thing is a set up. There’s a reason Este chose this place for your weekly dinners. The place is full of witches who have a personal vendetta against me and my family. Can’t imagine why.” You shivered as he scoffed against your skin, warm breath making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. “Este’s husband has been away on research, trying to find ways of killing us. That necklace she’s wearing is a protection charm which he bought her in case we figured it out. She’s just keeping you close because she knows how I feel about you. She knows I care about you and she thinks she can use you to get to me. The potion is to drop your defences, to get you to talk, to reveal any secrets she thinks you might know.”

Sure enough, as Klaus spoke, eyes began to fall on you two, but it was Este you were watching. She stared at you, any trace of the sadness she had shown before having disappeared.

Maybe you should have yelled at Klaus then, but there was something inside you that told you he was right. Shocked was an understatement. Only one question fell from your lips.

“You care about me?”

She says, "I think he did it, but I just can't prove it" I think he did it, but I just can't prove it I think he did it, but I just can't prove it

That damn smirk returned to Klaus’s face. “I like how that’s what you took from that, but maybe we should discuss that later. Freya’s waiting outside. There’s a spell on the place so that once we leave, no-one will be able to remember that we were here. Best avoid bloodshed tonight.”

You stared at him. “Did Klaus Mikaelson really just tell me that? Are you feeling okay?”

“Funny, Y/N.” You were conscious of his hand on the small of your back. “Just walk. Quickly now.” You did as you were told, not quite believing that for the first time in your life, you were doing something Klaus Mikaelson had suggested. Not quite believing that, in spite of all the danger you were currently in, there was still one thing swimming around in your mind.

I care about you.

Of course, you had always known it. There was no other rational explanation for Klaus to follow you around like he did. But hearing him say it was different. It was a new sensation, a tingle in your skin that you found you rather liked. You would ask him about it when you got home, hoping that he wouldn’t go back on his word.

Because you wouldn’t be able to prove he had said it if he denied all knowledge.

Because you wouldn’t be able to forget those four words for as long as you lived.

No, no body, no crime But I ain't lettin' up until the day I die

You lived up to your promise to yourself, questioning Klaus the moment you were back inside the Mikaelson compound. “Now, what did you mean when you said you care about me?” It was a bold move, one that you made you feel physically sick after the words had left your mouth. What if he denied all knowledge? What if he didn’t say what you wanted to hear?

What if he did?

“I think you know.” A different atmosphere had settled over the room, one so unlike the one full of negative tension that you often experienced when you were with Klaus. He had saved you tonight, made you realise that the only person you could ever really trust was him. He had made you realise that the voice in the back of your head, the one that told you that you were attracted to him, had been right all along.

“I need you to tell me. I need to know for sure.”

Klaus took a step towards you, that damn smirk gone and replaced with a genuine smile. “I don’t need to tell you, Y/N.”

“What do you mean, Klaus? I-” Your words were swallowed by Klaus’s lips on yours, a kiss you wouldn’t be likely to forget for as long as you lived. When you parted, Klaus took a step back.

“Good night, Y/N.”

“Is that it?” You stared at him in shock, that damn smirk having returned. The hybrid shrugged, backing away from you.

“Well, that’s up to you, Y/N.”

You marched over and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him into another kiss. You knew in that moment that what you had with Klaus was real.

You knew you wouldn’t let him go.

You wouldn’t stop loving him until the day you died.  

Masterlist

Evermore Masterlist

[smol-and-grumpy]

Naaaaaaaaaat! I am currently away on holidays and I just had time to binge Double Trouble and I LOVED IT!!! Omg it was the cutest thing ever and I can just imagine twins doing that to Dean and the reader 😂 it was such a fun read with just enough angst and so much fluff and cuteness 🥰 I love that Dean and the reader were soulmates after all. The girls antics were everything and I was so here for it, especially against Bela 😂 I’m sorry it took so long for me to finally read it! But I definitely enjoyed every second of it I couldn’t put my phone down!

I hope you had cooler days since your answer!! and I hope you’re well! I am enjoying my holidays, as much as I can haha travelling with the family can be hard sometimes 😅

Sending you much love and many hugs xx Mel

Mel, how are you, sweetheart? Still off on vacation?

Hahahah… thank you for reading it, and I am glad you truly enjoyed it. It’s just a little fun fic I thought we need to entertain ourselves, with minimal angst. 😂

I hope you have a great time, hun. ❤️

Double Trouble

[kareniliana]

Enzo: Darling

A//N: Hopefully y'all don’t hate on me too much for this one. Not everything is gonna match up nicely with the actual series and storyline. But I guess that's the point of these imagines and whatnot. I hope you enjoy this one.

xx Karebear 💛🧸

Your mother was turned into a vampire when you were just 6. You grew up looking out for her and moving around constantly.  You absolutely hated it. Then one night you decided you don’t want to help your mom. She’s a vampire, she kills people without you knowing. But you caught her in the middle of feeding- killing. You were horrified, you made a promise to never take an innocents life. You ran from her but, if you knew who was out in the woods that night. Heaven knows you would have just stayed with your mom. But you didn’t, you ran. You ran into a vampire hunting party. They captured your mom and thought they were saving you. They brought you back with them to their facilities, where they explained their operations. They capture vampires and do tests on them. Trying to find a scientific reason to how they became this blood sucking monster that they became. 

To say you were mortified is an understatement, this is torture. They would torture your mother. You were scared of her but you didn’t want this, you didn’t want your mom to be used like this. You needed a plan to try and get her out. So you stuck around and helped the Augustine cause, but with your own side plan in the works. Eventually you were able to become unsuspecting to the group. They wouldn’t question you if you went into the cell room to see the vampires. You gave them their one glass of blood and when it came down to it, you were able to get your mom an extra glass. All because of the man in the next cell. 

It all started when you first broke into the facility and found your mom and the man 5 or so years prior.

“Hello there, darling.” His soft English accent voice came from the cell next to your mom. Who was passed out from exhaustion, they tortured her the second they got her.  “12144, at your pleasure.”

“I’m getting you out of here, both of you.” You promised, frighten about this place.

“Good luck with that, Darling.” He sounded defeated. But you weren't giving up hope. You promised yourself you’d get your mom out, and now you know there’s more than one. Nah fuck that. You’re getting them out.

“I got a plan. But you’re gonna have to give me some of your blood.” You whispered to him, his eyebrows raised in confusion.

“I’m not taking it. I’m going to turn someone, give them” You signaled to the people who you could hear upstairs walking around, “a wild goose chase. Giving me enough time to get you out of here.”

“Thats only gonna do so much, how's this...” 

From that night forward you and 12144 followed the plan to a T. He’s the reason why you joined. You thought of everything together. And you hated that he was continuing to get tortured and maimed, same with your mom. You hated the Augustines. 

The only good thing that came out of this torture, was the love you felt for Enzo. Over time you became a watch guard, watching over the ‘subjects’ to make sure they don’t desiccate. You couldn’t remember how many times they over-tortured someone and they desiccated in the jail cells. You tried to help the wounded vampires. but couldn’t do much. It started to take a toll on you emotionally. Enzo had been there for you.

As you heard the screams of your mother, Enzo would distract you. Keeping you occupied enough to not pay attention to her mothers undying wails. Pretty soon after that he let himself fall madly in love with you, you tried to resist accepting it but... when it came to a love like your’s, you could only holdback for so long. He knew how to talk you, and when you talked to him, he listened. He really listened to you. He fell into sync with you, knowing when you have your bad days or your good days. Knowing when to ask about your childhood and knowing when to shut the fuck up and let you sit there in silence.

You never knew someone could love you the way he loved you, and you were going to do anything in the world to keep him in your life.

Finally the day came, the day where you were able to break your mom and Enzo out. It started with you turning yet another human to a vampire. It weights heavy on your conscious that you’ve had to turn so many innocent people into these creatures, but anything for the people you love.

You sat at your little desk, waiting for hell to break loose upstairs to get them out, Enzo giving you a nod of reassurance. 

“This will work.” You whispered, mainly to yourself. One of the scientists came in with a tray of cups with an ounce of blood for your mom and Enzo. 

“Hey there, Y/n. How’s your night going? They causing any trouble?” He set the tray down, lingering to talk to you.

“Justin, hello. My night’s going nicely. Very uneventful” You chuckled, earning a little laugh from him. He looked you up and down with a smirk on his face as you stood up, grabbed the tray and walked over to your family. Leaning down to place the cup on the concrete floor. Doing so, Justin checking you out as you lean down. Enzo noticing from the floor, almost hissing at him.

You gave him a look, “You okay?” Justin’s voice pull your attention away from Enzo. He placed a hand on your shoulder, helping you up. Quickly setting down the other cup in your moms cell. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry. It’s still hard to believe Vampires exist. I’ve convinced myself for the past five years they’re just a myth, and we’re crazy.” You joked, earning a small laugh from Justin again.

Suddenly, there was a huge struggle going on upstairs, causing you to flinch a little. Justin hurried off, slamming the door behind him. Upstairs the vampires you turned attacked the house, the only reason they were able to to get in was for the maid. The Augustines had handed the deed of the house to the most unsuspecting person in the house. But it was also easier to get her to take off her vervain necklace and invite them all in to wreak havoc. With the distracted scientists you looked the door, getting out the keys you’ve stolen over the years and open the cell doors. Opening Enzos first, he immediately pulled you into his arms, taking a deep breath to calm himself and to focus himself.

“Oh Darling, you have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting nothing more than to just hold you in my arms.” You smiled, caressing his face.

“We’ll have all the time in the world. Let’s go!” You went to open your moms cell door. She enveloped you into her embrace for a quick second.

“Okay let’s get out of here!” You said, guiding them to the second exit.

“Okay, this is when we go our ways... Just for a few days.” Enzo held your hand, not wanting to leave you here with these monsters.

“Everything is gonna be fine, now make it look convincing.” You motioned to your neck. The only way to make it seem like you were innocent was to get hurt in the process. 

“Don’t worry Darling, when I see you next, I’ll heal you right up.” his raspy voice calmed you, he placed a kiss on your forehead. Holding your head in his hands, staring him in the eyes when he says, “I love you Darling, I’ll be waiting for you.”

You looked to your mom with soft eyes, “I love you, Hun. We’ll see you soon.” Your mom vamp sped out of there to the cabin you would meet up with them in a few days.

You gave him a nod, turning your head to give him a better angle. He sighed, extracting the fangs from his mouth and lodged his fangs into your neck. Slowly you felt your eyes wanting to close, and then suddenly the blood loss became too much. Passing out just has he removing his fangs from your neck base. He moved a strand of hair from your face, he picked you up just to lay you down on the floor. Afterwards he himself wreaked havoc. Turning the place into a mess, then sped away to meet your mother at the cabin.

When you woke up, you were in a hospital room. Gauze pads taped to your neck, a few wires and an iv connected to you. You began to freak out a little, then someone in a suit and tie walked in with a nurse.

The nurse said a gang had attacked your workplace, stole medicine, attacked and killed almost everyone. She said, only a few of you arrived alive and only you made it. With that she checked your vitals and left to another patient. Then the man in the suit and tie spoke up.

“Ma’am, I’m a representative from the Augustine lawyer team. What you’ve experienced, and what you know. We want to offer you a deal. You sign this contract, your bills are taken care of, you’re set for life, and you’ve never heard of us.” He pulled out a stack of papers, handing them to you to read and sign.

“What happened? What really happened?” Your voice was raspy and low. He poured you a cup of water, handing it over to you. You nodded as you took a sip.

“Vampires attacked you guys, was able to release the vampires that were captured, and almost killed you but they were interrupted. They tried to flee but the sun came out by that time and they burned to ashes right outside the property. You don't wanna know the amount of work it took to cover that one up.”The man spoke so nonchalantly, it almost creeped you out. Like he is used to covering up vampire incidents.

You nodded your head, looking down to the contract. After going through the contract paragraph by paragraph, you signed it. They can’t let word get out they torture vampires for a living. You get a new identity, money, and a chance to live happily with your mom and the man you love so incredibly.

Once you got released from the hospital you made your way first to your apartment that was provided to you from the Augustines. Packing up your clothes into bags and leaving to the cabin.

You're anxiety rising the closer you got to the cabin, getting excited to finally live your life with loved ones safely. Enzo had been playing the guitar as you mother read they heard the roaring of a vehicle getting closer. Enzo vamp sped outside to the porch, seeing your car come into view. He instantly smiles and lights up. She made it. 

You jumped out of the parked vehicle, running into Enzo’s embrace. The smell of pinewood and fire ash, oddly bringing you a sense of comfort. You still smelled like hospital, but to him you smelled like vanilla and dust. making his chuckle. 

“What’s so funny?” You giggled, pulling away enough to see his face. he looked at with a big smile.

“Oh nothing Darling, I just can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” His accent and meaning behind his words made you smile, your face warming up along with it.

“ahem” The sound of your mother clearing her throat made Enzo correct himself.

“With your mother alongside us as well” Enzo turned around, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. Walking along with you up the porch steps to hug your mom. “You know I can’t forget about you.” 

“Hi mom.” You hugged you mother tightly, Enzo wrapping his arms around you two. 

He smiled and sighed deeply, finally he got everything he’s wanted. A woman he’s madly in love with, who happened to rescue him from the god awful Augustine people. You mother had become very close to Enzo, she cared for him and loved the idea of you three spending your lives together. 

You were a dysfunctional family, but a family.

[cxptain-rex]

Conflict {Commander Wolffe}

pairings: wolffe x reader

prompt: 25. “You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.” 27. “Drop the attitude.” 29. “I’m worried about you.”

warnings: kinda angst

this was requested by @painkiller80 hope you like it hun! Enjoy XX

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***

The mission failed.

You have been leading the 104th on the siege of Anaxes, Master Plo putting you in charge of his boys. Yet this particular mission set you on edge as you engaged Separatist forces blindly.

The loss had been devastating and the number of dead clones became too much for you to handle. Anger and fear travel through your veins like a fire licking up a tree. Destroying everything on its path. You only saw red when the droids kept gaining the upper hand.

A growl erupted from you as you advanced forward, walking and then sprinting. Slashing your way swiftly, block, deflect, slash and bury the blade of your saber on a droid. Repeat. The droids keeped advancing, this time surrounding you. The clones long forgotten.

“Fear is the path to the dark side.

Fear leads to anger.

Anger leads to hate.

Hate leads to suffering."

You listened to Yoda’s last advice and ignored it. Fear has taken you prisoner. Fear for losing your men. Fear for dissapointing your master. Fear for yourself. With a snarl you closed your hand making the droids crush into themselves.

The firing of the blasters has died. Regaining a bit of conscious you looked around. The battlefield beloes with smoke and fire. The 104th look at their Commander in disbelief perhaps in fear.

Meeting Wolffe’s worrying gaze, you roll your eyes as you unconsciousness envelops your senses. The last thing that you see is Wolffe running towards you as you collapsed amongst the remaining of the battlefield.

***

It’s been days since that happened. The 104th and yourself have been stationed on the newly remade Triumphant.

You spend your days meditating or trying to avoid the Wolf Pack. Said clones have become worried for you. They never saw you lash out on droids, not in the way that you did back on Anaxes. Wolffe stands amongst those who are worried for you. He couldn’t explain how his heart dropped when he saw you collapse. Or the way your fiery gaze drank him in, he shudders at the thought.

Wolffe took the freedom of telling Master Plo of your sudden actions. The Kel Dor knew that something had gone wrong when the gunship landed on the hangar of his cruiser. He saw Wolffe walk out with your limp form. He thought the worse and immediately felt guilty.

After that, you were sent by the medic who attended you to recover back to your quarters and that you did.

***

Days passed and you recoiled around your quarters. The fear of hurting someone being eminent to your thoughts.

A knock startled you. You thought wether to ignore it or take it. You elected to do neither and just watch the door.

“Commander” Wolffe

He stood outside of your door, it became something normal on these days. Wolffe would come, knock on your door, call you only to receive silence. Today it is no different as you don’t open the door. The trooper sighs looking down the ship’s floor.

Leaning forward he lays a hand on the door, “I know you’re in there Y/N. Let me in” he mumbles loud enough for you to hear. Nothing, you do not answer the door.

Wolffe takes a deep breath, he thought this through and now he doesn’t feel very sure about it. Until he parts his lips and words come barreling through.

"If you personify love even in times of trouble, of hardship or war, then you are truly one of the mighty. I see how no matter the stresses laid upon you, that you show more grace than many do in times of plenty. It is in those moments of pain and fear I see right to your soul and know that my faith in you, my love for you, is eternal.” Wolffe says looking around until he continues. “You are brave, kind, always giving of yourself. I want you to know that I will be the same for you; I will be your mirror, bring you what you give others, true love, the lasting kind.” He says closing his eyes, he doesn’t regret telling you how feels. He just wishes for you to react upon them.

“Cyar’ika, you’re the only one I wanna wake up to. I’m fighting this war to be by your side once it’s over” Wolffe mumbles one last time and he is sure that you just listened to him pour out what he feels.

The trooper walks away dejected, for he just spoke about his feelings. He broke hundreds of regulations just for you and yet you didn’t opened up.

***

Alarms scream all around the Triumphant. You run towards the bridge, R6 (your Astromech) follows you beeping erratically. You elect to ignore the droid as the doors open upon detecting you. Around the holotable stand Commander Wolffe and General Plo. They raise their gaze to meet yours as you stop infront of the table.

The blue light doesn’t make justice to cover the shadows underneath your eyes, the glow which always shimmers in you appears to be dying and you seem out of place but determined. “Master, what is going on?” Even your voice sounds different, not sweet anymore now it’s angry and raw.

The Kel Dor notices every detail that embrace you now and he fears. He fears for you and that perhaps you’ve lost yourself to the ties of the dark side. But hope, the small thing that makes wonders also clings to his heart. He knows you’re stronger than any of this.

“We’re being under attack, I need you and Commander Wolffe to guard the prisoner. Grievious is here for him” commands your Master. You nod turning away from the table to walk out of the bridge. Wolffe stumbles as he follows your retreating form.

You sprint towards the brig, the prisoner still there. “At ease, men” you say as the troopers guarding the brig salute you. The prisoner, a mere bounty hunter with a lot of information regarding the separatist forces. He was caught the same day you’ve had your outburst.

Wolffe catches up to you, easing his men to leave you and him. The Astromech following some seconds later, erratic beeps emerging from him directed towards you. As you turn around from looking at the prisoner you meet Wolffe’s gaze.

You remember what he said. Everything comes to you as a slap on the face. The man infront of you is in love with you and you’ve been nothing but downright rude. Now having you cornered down in the brigs only made things awkward. Wolffe clears his throat debating wether to speak or not.

You’re going to hurt him that voice again hisses around your mind, conflicting you. A snarl emerges as you shook your head. Push him away the voice whispers causing you to flinch as you feel something proding your mind. You walk towards the entrance of brig. The voice invading your thoughts growing louder.

“Commander Y/L/N”

“What is it?” You snap unconsciously.

Wolffe’s nose flares as you snap at him. The attitude oozes on your tone. He stands straight crossing his arms. “Drop the attitude” he snaps regaining your attention now. You watch as he stares at the floor in debate. “What I said, you can forget it” he says and your heart shatters.

You didn’t expected for this to happen, perhaps it’s easier this way. Wolffe is a caring man, your master’s voice reasons in your mind hitting you to the core.

Just like that, your facade drops and you sob. You cry for him. In seconds, Wolffe has his arms circling you. He pet yours hair softly, soothing your crying. “I’m worried about you” he mumbles as he kisses your hairline. You sniff laying your head on the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry for everything” you whimper nuzzling into the Commander’s warmth.

“Love, we aren’t perfect, but I'd follow you into hell if that's what it took to keep you safe. I am your protector as you are mine, one to shield the other.” Wolffe reassures cradling your face to clean your tears. Your eyes are filled with tears once again, your heart oozes with pain but it’s almost soothing. You feel as the pain leaves. “Thank you so much” you mumble ignoring the sound of blasters going off as the attack on the ship prevails. “I understand what you go through and I will stay with you” Wolffe reassures holding you.

A new warmth fills you as Wolffe tames the darkness which once surrounded you. Peace, something you haven’t felt in weeks engulfes you.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum” Wolffe says as his lips meet your forehead. “I love you too, Wolffe” you answer closing your eyes as the darkness in you vanishes from your core. Wolffe is your balance as you feel the waves of darkness coward as you take a deep refreshing breath. You’re able to breath again, with your balance holding you high.

***

Author’s Note: Hi everyone, I’m sorry I haven’t been very active. My inbox is full with requests and I’ve been very busy with online school. I’ll do my best to keep working on this, don’t worry I won’t leave you guys without some content! As always I hope you enjoyed this piece. Reblog and like for more future content! You guys rock xx

[staytiny-yaps]

hey! saw you were new-ish n wanted to request something! could you do Sirius with a badass reader? who absolutely does not put up with his shit? like plays quidditch and is notoriously the bad girl! if they get together or not is your choice, i just love me some pining boys

A/n: I most definitely can! Sorry this took so long hun xx Hope you enjoy and again, all feedback and/or constructive criticism is welcome, but please be polite 🧡

Servant-hood

The first round of quidditch tryouts in their fifth year was coming up and Y/n and James were to choose the new members.

While James was excited about this job, Y/n L/n was wracked with nerves; what if she didn't pick right and let the team down?

Nevertheless, they were nerves that she wouldn't let show.

She was a badass, she couldn't let weakness show, but keeping all her nerves bottled up was making her a lot shorter with people than she usually was.

Especially a certain Marauder that tended to put her on edge even when she wasn't filled with anxiety.

Y/n finished pulling on her boots and shrugged on her robes, heading down for breakfast with her friends.

"You just need something to take the edge of Y/n!" Axel told her as they entered the great hall.

"Don't tell me what I need Lucas." She snapped and he shook his head.

"Don't call me by my last name." He quipped back and Lola laughed.

"Besides, there's not much that helps that I could use three days before quidditch tryouts. I need my head about me." Y/n reasoned as the three of them took a seat at the Gryffindor table.

"Oh no Y/n, I can get us some Firewhisky for tonight. It'll help you relax for now and you'll be perfectly fine on Saturday." Lola told us and Y/n opened her mouth to agree when a voice came from behind them.

"I don't understand how you lot even got into Gryffindor. Listen to yourselves." A shrill voice rang out.

The trio turned around and glared at an auburn haired Marlene McKinnon.

"I don't remember asking McKinnon. Now move along before one of us kicks your arse again." Y/n growled.

"Yeah, because any of you could beat Marlene." Dorcas came to her defence and Axel rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh.

"Do you need a little reminder of what happened last time?" He threatened and Y/n and Lola gave innocent smiles.

"Whatever, don't mess the team up for Gryffindor, L/n." Marlene rolled her eyes, but walked off a little sheepishly.

"That was oddly gentlemanly of you, Axel," Y/n rested a hand on his forehead as they turned back to their food, "you feeling okay?"

He grabbed her wrist and pushed her hand away.

"Shut up." He muttered, a blush tinting his cheeks.

Lola gave him a knowing look and he only shook his head.

"Ello Y/n." An obnoxious, deep voice sounded.

"Dear Merlin, it is impossible to have a peaceful breakfast around here." Y/n complained and pointedly ignored the call.

"C'mon Y/n, don't be like that. I'm beautiful, you're beautiful, it just works." Sirius Black wrapped his arms around her shoulders from behind as he spoke.

"Get your arms off me, Black, before I break them." She spoke stiffly through gritted teeth.

He retracted his arms so fast, you might think he was genuinely afraid of her pulling her wand on him.

"Let's not be hasty here. I only came to ask a favour." Sirius held his hands up in surrender.

"What makes you think we'd ever do you a favour Black?" Axel spat, venomously, shifting an inch or two closer to Y/n.

"No no, you've got it all wrong. I only want a favour from our dear N/n here." He patted her head and she slapped his hand away.

"Don't call me that. What do you want?" She hissed and he chuckled nervously.

"The quidditch trials are soon. I really want to get on the team. Please, please teach me?" He asked and Y/n shook her head.

"No way. Get your buddy Potter to do it."

"He's busy and I only have three days!" Sirius protested desparately.

"I'm busy!" She argued and he stared skeptically.

"With what?" He questioned.

"With a life." And with that she turned around and went back to her food.

Sirius turned on his heel and walked away defeatedly.

"How'd it go?" Remus asked as he joined Sirius on the walk out of the Great Hall.

"She's never gonna notice me Moony! It's hopeless." He rubbed his hand over his face as he spoke.

"It's not hopeless." Remus started only to be cut off.

"It is! She has no interest in me! All she cares about is those stupid friends of hers. What do I do Moony?" He stopped walking and shook his friends shoulders.

"Well let's start with not breaking my neck," Remus began, pushing Sirius' arms away, "and there's clearly only one option."

"There is?" Remus shrugged and nodded.

"Beg."

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Later the same day, Y/n sat by Axel in Transfiguration.

She was leant back in her seat with her feet on the table and her hands behind her head, Axel doing the same, but instead of supporting his head, he was doing his work.

Something hit the back of her head and she turned to see a balled up piece of parchment on the floor by her chair.

Looking around she saw Black pointing and gesturing to open the note.

She rolled her eyes and turned back to the front, only for another piece of parchment to hit her moments later.

She whipped her head around and brought her feet to the floor with a glare only to see Sirius with his hands clasped together, frantically mouthing 'Please!'

She reached down with an exasperated sigh and grabbed the ball.

She uncrumpled the note and read over it.

'Please L/n, I'll do anything. Name your price.'

She gave a smirk to Axel and scribbled something down on the parchment before balling it back up and throwing it back.

"Miss L/n, Mister Black, something you'd like to share with the class?" Professor McGonagall snapped.

"No, no not really." Y/n said simply, putting her feet back on the desk.

"L/n and Lucas would you please get your feet off my desks." Though as she spoke, she knew her mistake.

This was Y/n and Axel.

"No can do Prof." They declared in sync before snickering a little.

McGonagall opened her mouth to reply, but closed it again, knowing her attempts were going to be futile.

The class was nearly finished anyway.

As they walked out of the classroom Sirius yelled Y/n's name through the crowd.

"You go ahead Ax, I'll catch up with you later." She pushed him forward with her arm and turned to face Sirius.

She smiled in a fake-sweet manner, "Yes?"

"Your price! Servant life?" He exclaimed, demanding explanation, flailing his arms about dramatically.

"Yes. You do what I say for the rest of today and tomorrow, and I'll train you up on Friday in time for the tryouts on Saturday." She walked at a fast pace as she talked, not even looking at him.

"Really?" While it sounded awful in theory, it would give him an excuse to hang around the girl he's been harbouring a crush on for the past two years.

"Everything I say."

"You aren't gonna ask me to kill someone are you?" He joked and she glared at him.

"Come find me at lunch Black. Have some salad on my plate for me, and some pumpkin juice." She began to walk away and he grabbed her elbow.

"Is that all?" He asked when she faced him.

"Now that you mention it, I have Lola's spare skirt in my bag," she reached in her bag and passed it to him, "be wearing that, with no robe on top or tights underneath."

He gaped at her as she began to walk off again.

"We have the next class together!" He called out and she laughed.

"I won't be there, Servant."

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Y/n sat with her friends on the couches in the Gryffindor common room.

"Lola, I thought you said you'd get us Firewhisky?" Axel pointed out from his place at Y/n's side.

"Oh shit, I forgot." Lola brings her palm up to her head and flops onto the floor.

"Don't worry guys. All in good time." Y/n chimed in and they looked at her suspiciously.

Only moments later Sirius stalks through the Gryffindor common room holding a bottle that's had all the labeks ripped off.

He hands it to Y/n and she gives him a dismissive nod.

"One more order for tonight, Servant. Go up to Axel's dorm, make his bed and then bring down two of his hoodies." She pointed up the stairs to the boys dorms and he groaned.

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The next day Axel busts into the Marauders' dorm with an evil grin, at the crack of dawn.

"Sirius Black! Y/n's waiting downstairs and she demands your presence immeadiately!" He yells, spurring the boys to wake.

"Lucas, breakfast only just started!" Sirius protested and Axel only shrugged.

"Guess no quidditch training for you."

"Okay, okay!" Sirius leaps out of bed, wearing only sweatpants and sprints his way down the stairs.

Y/n was curled up in Axel's hoodie and a fluffy blanket that she must've brought from home.

For the school's bad-girl, she looked strangely sweet and innocent, half asleep in a fluffy blanket.

Sirius heart swelled and he felt a blush creep up his neck, seeing her so vulnerable.

"Go get me and my friends breakfast from the hall and bring it up here Black. Breakfast in front of the fire for us!" She ordered and he blinked.

Her strong, sharp voice was so at odds with the way she was laying on the couch, firelight sparkling in her eyes.

"And, since you couldn't be bothered putting a shirt on before you came down here, you can't put a shirt on when you go down there." She added and he pasted on a smirk.

"Like what you see L/n?"

"Don't test me Sirius Black or I'll break all your fingers with my eyes closed." She spat and Sirius turned away so she wouldn't see his frown.

"Right, well, I'll go and... get that for you."

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Friday afternoon, after classes, Y/n headed into the common room in search of Black to get to his training session.

She walked in and found him talking to Lupin on the other side of the room.

She began to shout his name, then silenced herself when she caught wind of his conversation.

"Moony I agreed because I thought it'd give me a reason to stick around with her, but she keeps sending me away on missions. If I didn't fancy her so much I would not be going through so much just to get a training session." Y/n gaped.

He fancied her?

She's never heard of anyone fancying her, except Axel, who is so painfully obvious about his feelings.

Sirius Black got on her nerves, he was annoying and loud and only thought he was funny.

So why did her heart flutter at the thought of his feelings?

"You fancy me, Black? That's the revelation of the century." Both boys jumped and faced her.

"Y/n I-"

"Come on Black, it's time for your training session." She cut him off with a small, but genuine smile for once.

His heart beat into his throat and his face felt like it was on fire.

They began to walk down to the pitch side by side and when the silence was almost unbearable, Y/n spoke up.

"So, you know the rules of quidditch right? You just want to get better?"

"Y-yeah. What... what were you thinking?" He curses himself for stuttering and Y/n smirks.

"I was gonna start with staying on a broom. Then catching and throwing a ball, then maybe hitting one with a bat. We don't need a new keeper or seeker, so we'll focusing on the chaser and beater positions." Y/n laid out the lesson plan and for a moment she didn't seem like, smoking, drinking, putting-her-feet-up-and-doing-no-work Y/n.

She was so passionate about quidditch and surprisingly committed to helping Sirius do well.

"Why do you hate me Y/n?" Sirius blurted out and covered his mouth.

"What? I don't hate you."

"Then why do you act the way you do?" He asks and she sighs.

"It isn't easy for me to make friends so I stick with the ones I have. And I have a temper, certain people tend to get on my nerves fairly easily. You with your group of Maroidies or whatever you call yourselves-"

"Marauders." Sirius corrected, but quieted at her warning look.

"You're really loud, your idea of mischief is annoying pranks and you flirt with anything that crosses your path." She finished and you could say his mood was significantly lowered.

They reached the quidditch pitch and Y/n glanced at her broom then Sirius' empty hands.

"But when you're by yourself, not showing off with those other arseholes, you aren't too bad Sirius." He looked at her to see a smile on her face and his heart stumbled.

She called him by his first name, with no add-ons, in a nice way.

"Now, last order of your servant-hood. Go in and get yourself a broom so we can get started before dark." She nodded towards the tent.

Sirius raced towards the school brooms with a bright, goofy grin covering his face.

[utterlyhopeful-fics]

Hey babes, got a Ezekiel request pretty please! The prompts are “my wife” and ‘old scars’. I picture Ez getting married and being OBSESSED. So proud to say my wife, loves saying. It becomes his favourite term of endearment. The old scars part, I know for me I think of old self harm scars to be blunt. An old fear of mine from a shitty time in life a long time ago. His reaction? Or his way of reassurance and love? Sorry hun, feeling a bit down this week so imma need some lovin xx

Here it is!! I hope I did you justice and you enjoy! Sorry it took me a minute to finish! 

[footballdaydream]

Hello hun, could you do a jack one where your are his best mate and you really don’t get along with his new girl, like she hates you and is always mean to you, and after she says something awful to you he overhears coming into the room telling you that you are some much better than her and saying you are the one he has always loved and you get together (ps I don’t condone cheating I just thought this might be a good idea) 💋💙

I hope you enjoy this and sorry that it took me so long. xx

You and Jack have been best friends ever since you could remember. You basically grew up together, being born in the same year as well. You always did everything together and still do. Every time he had a home match, you were there to support him, right next to his family. But when he found himself a girlfriend, everything changed. From the beginning on you could sense that she didn’t like you. Always giving you glares and trying her best not to talk to you that much. You didn’t like her either, there was no doubt about that but you told yourself that you wouldn’t tell Jack because seeing him happy made you happy.On Jack’s birthday, you all gathered at his house. You were in the kitchen, preparing the birthday cake as his girlfriend walked in and looked you up and down. “What do you think you’re doing?”, she asked you with a bad attitude. You just rolled your eyes and shook your head, knowing exactly that she tried to get on your nerves. “Did you not hear me?”, she said, stalking over to you. “I did but I don’t want to talk to you.”, you told her, looking at her sternly with your hand on your hip. “Who do you think you are? Look at you. You really think you could impress Jack with that.”, she said pointing at your clothes. “You’re not nearly as pretty as I am and in case you forgot, he’s my boyfriend. He’d never fall in love with someone who looks as pathetic like you.”, she told you. While she was being her usual self, trying to be as mean as possible to you, you two didn’t notice that Jack was also standing in the kitchen, listening to every word, his so-called girlfriend said to his best friend. “Out now.”, he said angrily, looking at his girlfriend as you two turned around shocked. “What? No baby.”, she said sweetly, walking over to him and trying to grab his hands. Jack pulled his hands away from her and looked at her with an expression that you had never seen on him before. “I said out and I never want to see you again. Who do YOU think you are?” You could see from the corner of your eyes that she walked straight out of the kitchen, not looking back once. “Are you okay?”, Jack asked as soon as he was by your side. You nodded your head and tried your best to show him a smile. He obviously knew you and could sense that it did affect you a little bit. He instantly pulled you to him and wrapped his arms around, laying your head on his chest. “I’m so sorry.”, he said to you, kissing your head softly. “She’s not right. You’re the best person on earth. You’re so much better than her. I love you (Y/N)”, he said. These last three words shocked you hence you pulled away, looking at him with wide eyes, him having the same shocked expression on his face. “Did you just-?”, you questioned, not really believing him. His shocked expression slowly turned into a smiling one, nodding his head. “I do. I think I always have.”, he said honestly to you, you smiling now as well. You looked into each other's eyes, as Jack slowly leaned down to you until your lips met his in a soft kiss. Was it weird kissing your best friend? Yes. Did it feel right? It definitely did. You put your hands on his cheeks, pulling him a little closer while smiling into the kiss. Thinking back to the old days now, your mums always said you’d make a cute couple, not really believing them. Now that you and Jack had this moment together though, you could picture it too.

[movedvalkyriesryde]

Light and Fluffy

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Missions can be tough and so it takes the right attitude to be able to deal with them day after day. You and Steve seem to have different attitudes though.

Warnings: violence, blood, injury, angst if you squint but a fluffy ending

Requested by Anon: “What about a steve x reader where you always try joke with him over coms on missions to stop him being too serious. Eventhough he never responds he still enjoys it and when you take a hit he knows somethings up because you've gone quiet. Sorry if that's a bit long but it just came to me Xx” @clean-and-claire here you go hun! Thank you so much for your support!

A/N: this took me freaking forever because I just wasn’t happy with my initial approach but I love the ending to this so I hope you do too!!

Word Count: 2,635

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Everyone dealt with missions in different ways. They had their own ways of coping with them before, during and after. Most agents closed off during a mission, it was what they were trained to do, get in, get the job done, get out. It was a skill that meant there was no chance that they could become emotionally affected and compromise the mission.

Captain America was a serious man.

Captain America was most serious in the field. Sure he tended to get emotionally involved but that just meant what he was doing meant something to him. It didn’t mean the mission would be compromised by his emotions though. In fact, usually it meant that the more Captain America cared about what he was doing, the more serious he was.

Steve Rogers was a slightly less serious man.

He could joke about and never shied away from a sarcastic comment here and there. But that was saved for at home. It was like a switch, once that helmet was on his head he was no longer the Steve Rogers that was known as the group’s mum. He was Captain America, earths mightiest hero.

It was safe to say when you joined the team it was a shock to Steve. He was so used to people only talking shop during the most dangerous and serious parts of missions. Sure there were jokes and light comments before and after the action. But during? Everyone was business, except you.

The first time it happened Steve was taking on three different men, all with weapons. It was just a side comment but it had caught him off guard enough for one of the men to land a punch to his face.

“Say hello to my little friend” you’d muttered with a snicker before throwing a keyboard at the man who was attacking you.

“What the hell was that?!” Steve had yelled on the way back to the jet, “you can’t just joke about during the most dangerous part of missions!” He tried to be angry at you but he couldn’t quite stop the corners of his mouth from rising just a tad at your antics.

You made it your mission to lighten the mood during missions with Steve from there on out. Most of the time it was just the two of you, there was less pressure to say something funny because you knew, even if there was a reaction, he wouldn’t give you one. That didn’t stop you from joking around with the rest of the team, not at all.

There was only one time that you swear you got a laugh out of Steve. You were sitting on a bench on the side of the street watching a suspect in the diner across from you.

Several meters down you could see Steve sitting in the driver’s seat of a parked car, his eyes glued to the meeting inside the diner. This was a big case, a major breakthrough had led the two of you here and if all went to plan as soon as this meeting was over you’d have your man. But you were bored. God you were so bored and this was so serious.

“Steve,” your eyes didn’t leave the window of the diner. Steve turned his head towards you briefly as you said his name but quickly turned back.

“What do you see?”

“I was just wondering if you knew possibly,” you tried to hold back your smile, “what one ocean said to the other?”

Steve let out a deep sigh as he turned to you, “what?” He watched you on the bench, his focus shifting completely as he watched you hold back your laugh.

“Nothing,” you laughed, “they just waved!” you lifted your hand and gave Steve a small wave, not taking your eyes off of the diner. This was probably the third time you’d told Steve this joke but come one, it was a classic, and it was one of your favourites!

“You’re such a loser,” he rolled his eyes but you swear you could hear the smile on his face and with a quick glance towards him you caught him staring right back at you with a giant smile on his face.

You both turned back to the meeting in the diner. There was a few minutes of silence before you spoke up again, much to Steve’s annoyance, he swore you did it on purpose just to annoy him.

“You know I once took part in the sun-tanning olympics?” Steve stayed silent, shaking his head at your antics, he knew you well enough that you’d run out of comments soon enough, “I only got bronze though.”

That’s when you broke him. Not that you knew. Steve quickly took is comms out of his ear and tried his absolute hardest to hold in his laughter as he tried to get his breathing under control.

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It was a standard mission, you were sent in, Natasha had the jet on the roof waiting for you to get out with the drive. Steve sat next to her with a laptop that was broadcasting the security camera’s feed so he could watch you move from room to room and floor to floor. He wasn’t really needed but he’d insisted that another set of hands was never a bad thing. You missed Natasha shaking her head and biting back a smirk at Steve who just shrugged innocently back at her.

As you walked down the dim hallway your fingers brushed along the wall, no one was around. It was eerily quiet but you’d expected this.

“You know what would brighten this place up?” You asked into your comms, Steve let out a sigh and rubbed his hand over his forehead. You’d started adding commentary to your missions now, annoyed that the jokes weren’t doing anything to lighten the mood, that was your impression at least. “A nice yellow paint on the walls I reckon. Would really just add some life to the hallway.”

“Focus on the task at hand agent,” Steve spoke back through the ear piece. Natasha laughed lightly in her seat and he looked over at her as if to ask what she was laughing at.

“You can’t be serious,” she rolled her eyes at him, she’d seen that small smile on his face after he’d spoken. He was enjoying your commentary, he was just too much of an idiot to admit it.

“I’m just saying,” you walked into the office and plugged the drive into the computer, waiting for the hard drive to be copied across. “If they added some colour to this place maybe they’d be less evil. You know colour affects emo-“ static ran through Steve and Natasha’s earpiece and then there was silence.

“Eyes?”

“Cameras out, all the others haven’t changed,” Steve shoved the laptop onto the panel in front of him and stood up from his seat, moving quickly to pull his shield onto his back and moving towards the back of the jet. “Fuck sake Nat we got played.” He kicked a box by his feet before running out of the jet and into the building towards you.

They’d come out of nowhere and all of a sudden. Three men all with guns pointed towards you. You weren’t prepared. All you had on you was a knife and everyone knows you shouldn’t bring a knife to a gun fight. You moved away from the computer, wanting to at least get what you can for. And took cover behind a filing cabinet but it wasn’t enough. They had you surrounded.

The so-called empty hallway you’d just walked through had at least ten men waiting in it when Steve reached it. He didn’t even think before he started making his way through them one by one. By the time he got to the office at the end of the hall he’d heard five gunshots and some yelling coming from inside and his mouth went dry as he prepared himself for the worst.

The first thing he saw was the two very dead men in the middle of the room, one bullet each. He snapped his head around the entire room looking for you, they’d been five shots and he knew he needed to find you sooner rather than later. He saw another dead body sprawled out behind over the desk and he bolted towards it, throwing it off of the desk once he realised it was just another enemy, only one bullet in him though.

He pulled the drive from the computer and stuffed it in his pocket before letting out a shaky breath and yelling your name into the quiet room. A small groan came from behind the fallen book shelf and he sprinted towards it.

Steve dropped to his knees beside you. His hands pressed to your shoulder where it was bleeding out from a bullet wound. One more, he thought as you coughed and groaned.

“It missed,” you croaked out, you could see he was searching for another wound frantically but it was sitting in the wall behind you after you’d ducked just in time.

“Can you stand?” Steve tried to help you sit up but you let out a scream when your body moved, there were definitely some broken bones in there. He laid you back on the ground and cursed under his breath when he saw you losing consciousness. “Hey no come back to me Y/N,” he ripped the sleeve from your suit and wrapped it around you shoulder before holding your face in his hands. You opened your eyes slightly but they closed soon after, your breathing started to shallow.

Steve needed to get you out of here he knew that but he didn’t want to hurt you further. So he crouched beside you and carefully pulled you against him, ignoring the muffled groans and cries from you pressed against his chest as he stood up with you in his arms and slowly made his way towards the door.

“You have to stay with me sweetheart,” his voice was shaky as he adjusted you so you were closer to him. “Who else is gonna make jokes on our missions huh? You think I can do that? No love, that’s your job,” he took a deep breath as he slowly stepped over the bodies that littered the hallway, careful not to jostle you.

“I was wrong,”you whispered against him, “red works better than yellow would.”

Steve let out a shaky laugh and swallowed the sob that tried to escape him as he realised you were referring to the smears of blood along the hallway.

“See, someone’s gotta keep the mood light and I’m too serious for that so you have to do it,” he kicked open the door to his stairs and started walking up them, his paces quickened when he you hadn’t answered him. You just wanted to sleep it all away. “No sweetheart come on please, fuck, no, stay awake for me please,” you groaned as his grip on you tightened and he let out a breath. “I promise I’ll stop complaining about your stupid jokes and your ridiculous commentary but you have to stay with me okay?!”

As soon as Steve stepped out onto the roof he ran towards the jet and strapped you into a seat. Natasha already had the jet in the air when he finished doing up your seat belt and he crouched in front of you, putting pressure on your shoulder to help the make shift strapping.

“You wanna know a secret,” his other hand brushed the hair back from your face and you leaned back into the chair with your eyes screwed shut. The pressure on you shoulder causing you to wake up more, you nodded your head. “I love the stupids jokes you make, I love that you make them at the worst possible times, I love that you always try to lighten the mood when I get too serious.” Steve held his hand against your cheek as you leaned into it, apart of him was glad your eyes were screwed shut so you couldn’t see him crying while he pleaded for you to stay with him and confessed how much he adored you. “You gonna stay with me sweetheart?” His whole body shook when you open you eyes and gave him a small smile.

“Someone’s gotta keep it light and fluffy,” You croaked out. Steve breathed out a laugh, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then the cheek he wasn’t holding and then he pressed a firm kiss against your lips, quick and desperate. He’d said enough, he couldn’t tell you he loved you when you were like this but he wasn’t going to not show you, he was always better with actions than words anyway.

Steve pulled back and brushed his hand through your hair. You were trying hard to pretend you weren’t in as much as you were but he could see right through it.

“We’re almost there love,” he said looking back to Nat who nodded in confirmation.

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Your eyes opened slowly and squinted at the bright light above you. You looked down at the hospital gown you wore and the thin blankets that you lay under. Turning you saw Steve sitting in a chair leaning on his hand, a book open on his lap.

“Why did the banana go to the hospital?” You croaked out. Steve’s head shot up and spun towards you when he heard your voice. “He was peeling really bad,” you let out a laugh which quickly turned into a cough and Steve stood from his chair and sat on your bed, his hand on your arm as you calmed down.

“You always have the worst timing with your jokes,” he smiled at you, his hand moved up to brush the hair from your face and hold your cheek just like he had some hours earlier.

“Someone’s gotta keep it light and fluffy.”

He let out a shaky breath as he leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed.

“I’m okay Steve,” you brushed your fingers up his wrist until you came to his cheek and held it softly. Steve nodded against you running his tongue over his lips, his eyes still closed.

You pulled his face closer to yours and brushed your lips gently against his own, you felt him suck in a breath before pressing himself further against you. You moved in sync as you kissed, it was filled with desperation and relief and love, so much love. Steve moved to lean on his forearm by your pillow, his other hand was preoccupied with moving your head slightly to deepen the kiss. You couldn’t move your left arm, it was in a sling against your chest but your right hand gripped the back of his neck, fingers in his hair. The beeping of a machine next to you pulled the two of you apart and you both looked towards it, seeing the heart monitor as your heart rate was falling back to normal.

“You, literally, make my heart skip a beat,” you smiled widely at him. Steve shook his head and buried his face in the crook of your neck as he chuckled against you.

“Can’t take you anywhere,” he laughed out and you could feel his smile on your skin as you wrapped your arm further around his shoulders.

“Thank you,” you whispered into his neck. Steve could only squeeze you closer in response. He didn’t want to think about almost losing you. He’d much rather listen to the other stupid jokes you had up your sleeve because that meant you were okay and you were here and his and that’s all he wanted in that moment. And that’s what he got.

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Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! Requests are open!

[sturnioloshacker]

Hey, love. Today is a completely shit day for me, the anniversary of my mom passing away, and I could really use some fluffy stuff. IDC who you pick, I trust you. CNCO, WDW, or PM. *Rolls self into a blanket burrito* No rush, just when you get a chance.

Awww hun! I’m so sorry to hear! Let me make your day better! Before you read, imma give you a warning. I’m incorporating the anniversary of your mum’s passing into this and then from there, the fluffiness will begin ❤️❤️

It’s been a hard day. Your mum passed away a couple of years ago and today marked another year of heartache and pain. You couldn’t help but shed a few tears every time the day came around. The CNCO boys knew about your mum’s passing and they always knew how to comfort you in a tough situation like this. But because it’s been so long since she passed, it made your heart hurt just that little more than previous years. You were on your way to the CNCO residence when you got a message from your dad. You read the message and couldn’t hold back the river of tears that began flowing down your cheeks. 

Hi sweetie. I went and saw your mother today. She’s still her beautiful self. I told her about your blossoming relationship with Richard and your amazing friendship with the boys from CNCO. She’s so happy that you found someone who loves you for who you are and she’s so glad that you found such amazing and kind friends who treat you like royalty. She told me that she loves all of us and she wishes you all the best in whatever you decide to do in the future. She also told me that you must get married to Richard ASAP! Hahaha! I love you darling. I know it’s going to be hard, but I want you to smile and have fun with the boys xx

All the way home, tears streamed down your face. You laughed at the thought of your mum demanding that you marry Richard and you smile at the thought that she can see you having the time of your life with the man that makes your heart flutter and your knees weak. You knock on the door and wait for someone to answer. Chris opens to see you with tear-stained cheeks and more tears waiting to fall from your swollen eyes. “Amor! What’s wrong? RICHARD WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HER?!” he exclaims. “Richard did nothing, silly! Today’s the anniversary”, you explain to him and his face turns from angry to sad. “Awww bebe”, he coos, extending his arms out and you crash into his chest, sobbing. Richard enters and he takes you away from Chris and brings you into his arms. Richard softly sways you from side to side, gently stroking your hair to soothe you. “It’s so hard Richard. I don’t know how much longer I can deal not being able to see her”, you say through your tears. 

After a few more sways, Richard takes your hands and leads you to the living where the boys were. He motions to Erick to grab the guitar and he sits down, making you sit on his lap. Erick starts strumming and soon enough, the boys are singing Fiesta en Mi Casa, which is both yours and your mum’s favorite song by the boys. “Buscamo' excusas pa' quedarno' solos, Hacerte todo, volvernos locos, Con esa carita de princesita, ¿Cómo me niego a esa boquita?” Richard sings and you can’t help but smile. Those were your mum’s favourite lyrics. It always reminded her of yours and Richard’s relationship. You and Richard always tried to find excuses to be alone without anyone around as that’s how you two met. Richard was always finding some way to be near your lips. He couldn’t resist your kisses. There was just something about the way you kiss his lips that makes his cheeks hot and his heart melt. 

After the song finishes, you cuddle up closer to Richard and kiss his cheek. “Thank you. I love you”, you say softly and you cuddle against his chest. He kisses your forehead and rubs your back. “I love you too, princesa. Your mum is watching from above and I can see her smiling big”. You smile and cuddle into him just a little further. “Who wants pizza?” Joel asks and you agree on getting pizza. Pizza comes after half an hour and you all eat and talk and laugh. “I love you guys so much. Thanks for helping me get through this day”, you say and the boys give you a massive group hug. “We love you, but Richard loves you most”, Zabdiel says and you all burst into a fit of giggles.

Sorry this took so long, my love! Hope you enjoyed this xx

[sherlockmormorrp]

Had the most amazing rp

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say STAND WITH HONG KONG AGAINST THE CCP!

You both like johnlock.

Stranger: [Cam! Boy Sherlock, y/c is a regular viewer. They've started DMing, and y/c requests special things for extra money. 19.] Hey, love. Haven't heard from you in a while... SH

You: Hey, sorry. Money has been kinda tight. I've missed seeing you. JW (25)

Stranger: Yeah? Everything okay, hun? SH

Stranger: I've missed you, too. SH

You: It's a long story. I didn't want to bother you. I know you've got other customers, your time is important. JW

Stranger: It is, but I've always got time for you x SH

You: I'm sure you say that to all your regulars. JW

Stranger: I do, but I mean it with you. SH You've been a regular for a year now. Can't say I haven't got a bit of a fondness for you. SH

You: Don't get my hopes up like that. I've already fallen for you. JW

Stranger: Aren't you sweet? SH I'm sure you can do far better than some boy in a shoddy flat in London. SH

You: Not really, well I've never been with any boys. JW Not..really out yet. I started looking at gay porn as I got curious and that how I found you. JW

Stranger: Really? SH With the things you've asked me to do, I figured you were a bit of a pro... SH

You: Just curious I suppose. And a bit imaginative. JW I like you. It's more real than porn, porn seems fake. But you're real. JW

Stranger: I'm definitely real. SH [...] I do hope Ive never hurt your feelings, knowing you're not my only client.. SH

You: I'm not a fool. I know this is a business. JW It's your job to make sad blokes like me feel special. JW

Stranger: You're not sad. SH Believe me, some of my clients are far, far worse. SH

You: Glad I'm not the worst. JW I'm sorry I can't send you anything. I won't be upset if you take me off your viewing list. JW

Stranger: I'm not taking you off my viewing list, John. SH Hard times are hard times. SH [Long delay, image attached of Sherlock sucking on a dildo] Here. To lift your spirits. No charge <3 SH

You: Christ, Sherlock, you're giving me a boner at work..JW You sure know how to cheer me up. You're too sweet. JW

Stranger: Figured you could use a pick me up. SH And eh, it's supposed to be Will when I'm working ;) SH

You: Oh, yeah-sorry. Will. JW I've always like your..real name better, can't help myself. JW

Stranger: I like it when you call me Sherlock. SH You're the only one that knows my real name. SH

You: Really? JW

Stranger: Yeah, really. SH

You: What'd I do to get the honor? JW

Stranger: [....] Made me feel special. SH That's supposed to be my job. SH

You: You are special. JW I'd make you feel special anytime, free of charge. JW

Stranger: Sap. SH .... Thank you, John. SH

You: Do you..ever ask for pictures of your clients? JW

You: Or do you prefer them to be names on screens? JW

Stranger: I've never asked for a picture before. SH But, I wouldn't mind seeing the man behind the mask, ha. SH

You: I just thought it'd be fair, I've seen so much of you. JW [Image attached; a selfie of John. A warm smile, dusty blonde hair and a maroon jumper]

Stranger: Oh, look at you! SH You're so cute! SH

You: Ha, thanks..I'm not too good at the whole selfie thing..JW

Stranger: You look great, John. SH Honestly, I was a bit afraid you were some 60 year old old man. SH

You: Oh, I'm sure you have 60-year-old customers, probably got a lot more money to spend than I do. JW I'm only 25, by the way. JW

Stranger: Oh, thank god. SH I'm sure I do, but they get to call me Will, and you get to call me Sherlock. There's a difference. SH

You: Well, you certainly make me feel special..JW

Stranger: You are, genuinely. SH You shouldn't be. It's bad for my work, you kow. SH But you are. SH

You: Oh? I'm bad for business, how so? JW

Stranger: Because I think about you far more often than I should. SH Was genuinely worried about you. SH

You: You're really the only person who'd notice if I went missing...JW

Stranger: Oh, come on, I'm sure that's not true. SH

You: No, it is. JW I haven't got anyone, my work would probably notice for a bit but would find someone to replace me rather quick. JW

Stranger: What about your family? SH

You: Only got my sister left, she'd be too drunk to notice. JW

You: Sorry, I'm only proving that I'm just another sad bloke. JW You're a cam model, not my therapist. I shouldn't be bothering you. JW

Stranger: I really don't mind. SH

Stranger: [....] I'd like to think you can talk to me, even when I'm not Will. SH

You: You're a lot more than Will to me. JW That's what scares me. JW

Stranger: I am? SH

You: Yes. JW

Stranger: [....] You're sweet, John. So sweet. sH

You: Not sweet, just a sappy fool. JW

Stranger: I think it's sweet. SH You're more than just a client to me. SH

You: What am I then? JW

Stranger: [....] Special. SH

Stranger: A friend, maybe. SH

You: I'd be honored to be considered your friend. JW

Stranger: Yeah? SH

You: Yeah. JW

Stranger: Thank you, John. SH

You: Of course. Sherlock. JW Thank you for talking to me, you made my day better, even without the photo. JW

Stranger: I'm glad. SH I really enjoy talking to you. SH

You: Me too. JW Do you do anything beside caming? JW

Stranger: I do. SH I play violin. I try to do uni, though caming doesn't pull in enough money for me to really succeed with that. SH

You: Violin? That's a beautiful instrument. I'd love to hear you play. JW I understand that I've been trying to work enough for Uni but it's never enough. Might go into the army, actually. Seems to be the only way I'll get medical training. JW

Stranger: Think you could handle the stress of the army? I know I couldn't. sH

You: Yeah, had a pretty strict father. I'm used to being yelled at. I'd like to have the training too. JW

Stranger: I suppose... SH I'd definitely miss you. SH

You: Well after Bootcamp I'd get my phone again. Only be unavailable if they deploy me. I'd send you letters, if you really wanted to hear from me. JW

Stranger: Yeah? SH I'd like that. SH

You: I'd like to have someone waiting for me..JW I'm still thinking it over, but with the way finances are looking. It might be my only option, unfortunately. JW I'd miss seeing you. JW

Stranger: I could send you pictures. Give you something to look forward to, hm? SH

You: I'd love that. Couldn't be anything..explicit. They check your mail as a soldier. But honestly, you're so handsome I'd just like to have a photo of your face. JW

Stranger: You're so sweet. SH

You: I mean it. You're gorgeous Sherlock. Your curls are probably my favorite thing about you..JW

Stranger: Yeah? SH [...] I've thought about you, sometimes. SH During my shows. SH

You: Thought about me how..? JW

Stranger: I think you can imagine. SH Even without me knowing what you look like. SH

Stranger: It's quite distracting. SH

You: I want to know. What exactly you were thinking. JW Were you thinking about me when you ride your dildo? JW

Stranger: God, yes. SH The vibrator, too. The purple one. It's bigger, I've always imagined... that it was you. SH

You: I'd love to do /everything/ to you, Sherlock. JW

Stranger: Yeah? SH I'd let you. SH Everything you've asked me to do. SH

You: Your arse is perfect, and the way you moan. I'd stop at nothing to hear you moan my name. JW

Stranger: Yeah? SH You should come by. SH

You: You mean it..?JW

Stranger: I do. SH If you want to, I mean. SH

You: I do, of course I do. JW I just..didn't think it was allowed. JW

Stranger: I shouldn't. sH But... I do a lot of things I shouldn't. SH Maybe... if you like it, we could even do it a second time, on camera. SH

You: On camera? Oh wow. Maybe..JW I can come by after work? JW

Stranger: Perfect. SH {address attached] I'm here. SH

You: Wow, I'm pretty sure I've had a dream about this..JW Is that lame, of me to say? JW

Stranger: Not to me. SH

You: Good, because I'm sure I'm only going to get lamer from here..JW

Stranger: You're sappy. It's cute. SH

You: Glad you think so. JW I should be getting off around 2, I'll stop by my flat and shower. Should be around maybe 4 or so, is that okay? JW

Stranger: That's perfect, yeah. SH I can order takeaway, if you want. SH

You: Sure. JW I can always eat. JW

Stranger: Perfect. SH

You: I'll see you at 4. xx JW John's heart was beating out of his chest. When Sherlock said he was special a part of him never really believed him. It was Sherlock's job to say things like that. To give blocks the illusion that he was into them, he was fairly certain though that Sherlock didn't invite clients over. He was special, he couldn't believe this was really happening. He hurried home, showered, shaved and put on after shave before he stopped by the corner store and got Sherlock flowers. He knew it was probably a bit much but hey Sherlock knew he was a sappy idiot and seemed to like it. On my way. JW John hopped into a cab and tried to keep his breathing even as he finally came to terms that he was about to meet Sherlock. The gorgeous boy he'd be watching and fantasizing about for a year.

You: (heres my email incase omegele acts up and disconnects : sherlockrpemail@gmail.com)

Stranger: Sherlock couldn't believe he'd just done that. He invited over a client! And sure, John was more than a client to him, but who was to say the man wasn't lying about the photo he'd sent? What if he was actually that 60 year old Sherlock had been afraid of? Still, it was too late now, he'd given him his address and he was on his way and oh /god/. Sherlock placed the takeaway containers down on the table, not even sure if John would like it, and began to pace, closing the door to his bedroom, which had quickly become his filming space. He had his toys laid out to make camming easier, and he had purple fairy lights that helped to make his scenery interesting, and he really wasn't sure he wanted John to see that. When he heard his door bell ring, he swallowed, moving to let the blonde in.

You: John's heart hadn't stopped thumping since he had read Sherlock's text inviting him over. He took a deep breath to steady himself before he rang the door bell. His heart skipped a beat when Sherlock opened the door. It was him-it was really Sherlock. He swallowed-his mouth suddenly dry. "You're..even more gorgeous in person..' he muttered. He blushed as he realized he must look like a big idiot, blushing and gocking over Sherlock with flowers in his hand.

Stranger: Oh, thank god, it was the same man from the photos. He was attractive, and sweet, and... "Oh, are those flowers? John, you really didn't have to." He insisted, ushering the man inside and taking the bouquet from him. "You're so sweet." No one had ever bought him flowers before, not ever. He really didn't know what it was like to be fully wooed and dated. If this is what it was like, it was nice. "I got us Chinese, I hope you don't mind. I didn't know what you liked, and I figured it'd be a bit awkward to just text you and be like hey, what do you want to eat, you know? So I just got chinese, and I hope you're not like a vegetarian or anything, but if you are that's totally fine, I'll just order something else, and-" And he was absolutely rambling. So badly. He forced himself to shut up as he took the bouquet and disappeared into his tiny kitchen, filling a vase with water and putting them in it. "Thank you."

You: John smiled as he heard Sherlock rambling-it was down right adorable really. And sort of a relief that he wasn't the only one nervous. In Sherlock's videos he was so confident and in control. This was welcoming- to realize Sherlock was just as nervous as he was. He found it a bit funny that Sherlock was worried about texting him and asking what he'd like to eat but was confident to do all sorts of things on camera, he supposed Sherlock and Will were really different. When Sherlock came back in he smiled, "Chinese is perfect. I'll literally eat anything so don't worry." he assured him. "I'm glad you like the flowers, I know it's a bit cheesy..but you had to expect I'd do something sappy." he joked.

Stranger: Sherlock and Will were more than just a little different. Will was confident and sexy and would do anything for a tenner, but Sherlock... well, he was shy, and he'd never had a boyfriend, never even really gone on a date. He was inexperienced with the romantic side of things, and he was awkward, and not nearly as graceful as he was when it was just about the sex. It was why he'd approached John with sex first, instead of just asking him for a date. At least John had gotten the message, though, right? He offered a smile as he took a seat on the sofa, motioning for him to sit down next to him. "I knew you would, but they're still super sweet. I love them."

You: John joined him on the couch looking around the flat briefly before he focused his attention back on the beautiful brunet in front of him. He couldn't help the idiotic smile plastered across his face as he stared at Sherlock. "Sorry-I'm just still in shock that I'm here..that you're here. " he admitted. They had spent so long talking and to finally be sitting in front of Sherlock was amazing. He wasn't entirely sure what to do or how to go about this, he was just glad to be here. He leaned against the sofa, "Smells good, what'd you get?" he asked.

Stranger: Sherlock blushed at the way John was smiling at him, shaking his head as he opened up the takeout containers. "Chicken, some rice. Some beef, too, since I didn't know what you'd prefer." He admitted with a sheepish grin, rubbing nervously at the back of his neck as he handed over some chopsticks to John. "Eat, eat. I've never really... done this before, but I figured dinner was a good start, right?" He offered, looking over at the older blonde. He was more attractive than his photo had made him look, honestly.

You: John nodded, "It's okay, I haven't done this before either." he assured him, not really sure what to classify this as. He gave Sherlock a small smile before he began eating. "I..guess I am special then. I..didn't really think you meant it.." he admitted, "I-I just figured you say that to everyone..." he blushed softly. "I wanted to believe it but..didn't want to get my hopes up."

Stranger: Sherlock offered a small smile, reaching over and placing his hand on John's thigh. He was nice, sweet, just like in his messages. It was really, really nice. "I told you, you're the only one that knows I'm Sherlock, not Will. You're the only one I"ve ever asked for a photo from. You're special, John." He insisted, blushing a dark red. He didn't open up like this, it felt foreign and strange, and he didn't know what the hell to do with it.

You: John smiled when he saw the blush on Sherlock's face, it was adorable. "I'm glad.." he muttered. He ate a few bites of his food and looked around before he spotted Sherlock's violin case. "Oh, you know I'm going to want you to play something for me one day, right?" he asked, smiling. "Did you learn as a kid?" he asked. John wasn't really in a rush for sex, he liked talking with Sherlock, they enjoyed one another's company. At least they had over texts, but even now it wasn't too awkward.

Stranger: Sherlock felt like he was fucking this all up. John was expecting exciting and comfortable, confident Will, and that just wasn't him. Well, it was, but not all the time, and certainly not now. Still, John didn't seem put off by it, and Sherlock was starting to feel at least a little better about it. When John asked about his violin, he perked up, nodding quickly. "I started learning when I was five. It helps me to think, you know? Real relaxing." He smiled, looking over at his violin case. "My neighbors complain sometimes, because I'll play at like, 2 AM, when I can't sleep."

You: John chuckled, "They should appreciate it. It's just a violen..should be soothing. I mean it's not like you're playing the drums at 2 am." he joked. "It's a beautiful instrument really...I've heard it's not an easy one to learn either." he ate a few bites as he listened to Sherlock talk. The other had a rather nice speaking voice, his voice was deep and /very/ sexy. He offered Sherlock his to-go box. "Want some?" he offered

Stranger: Sherlock smiled, taking his own chopsticks and grabbing out a piece of chicken. "Thanks." He mumbled as he popped it into his mouth and chewed. It was definitely good chinese food. "I'm glad you find it relaxing, I guess your sentiment isn't shared by my neighbors. As for it being hard... I guess it can be. I dunno, I started learning so young, it's like second nature." He admitted with a shrug. "But you never did tell me about what you like to do, when you're not viewing my shows."

You: John chuckled a small blush crossing his face. "Uhh I don't know I'm pretty boring. I work at lot..taking a few classes-whatever I can afford really." he answered. "I managed to get a job at a clinch..I'm only a medical assistant so I'm not really doing anything important but I get to work with doctors and they show me things here and there." he answered."Oh-I box. I guess that's interesting.." he shrugged. "I box here and there..just to work out."

Stranger: "You box?" Sherlock turned to face John, taking his own to go container and eating as he listened to the blonde. "You never told me about that. Guess it explains your muscles, hm?" He winked, chuckling. "How long have you been doing that?"

You: John smiled when Sherlock complimented him, amazed the other found him attractive at all. He chuckled, "uh..since I was in high school. I played rugby. Some of the blokes invited me to the gym and I gave a go at the punching bag a few times. Had a knack for it and just kinda found my way into it. It's a good way to know how to protect yourself." he explained, not adding that he'd needed to learn how to properly block his fathers drunken swings.

Stranger: Sherlock nodded. He could tell there was something else there, with how John's gaze went far past him for a moment, but he decided not to comment on it. At least not for now. He didn't want to scare him off, after all. "That's great. Bet you're great at it." He smiled, and for once he felt himself actually relaxing around the blonde. Sure, he wasn't used to all of this, but John was /nice/. He really did make him feel special. "Maybe I'll come watch you box sometime."

You: John smiled and nodded, "Really? I'd like that." he placed his to-go container on the coffee table in front of him. "That was really good. Way better than the Chinese place I have near my flat." he smiled, satisfied and full without stuffing himself. John looked around, "Where's your loo?" he asked

Stranger: "Ah, down the hall. First door on your right." He said, motioning towards the hall that led to his bedroom. It was a tiny flat, it was, but it did him fine. It worked for his camming, and when he was able to do classes, it worked for studying, which was all he really needed.

You: John nodded and stood up, he needed a quick bathroom break. He washed his hands once he was done and stared at himself in the mirror, anxiously fixing his hair and trying to calm himself. He could do this, he'd fantasized about Sherlock for so long and now it was truly happening. He could not fuck this up. He came back out and smiled, "Thanks for dinner, Sherlock." he hummed

Stranger: Sherlock made himself anxious all over again when John disappeared inside of his bathroom. He was doing fine, this was fine, and if John wanted sex, he knew how to do that. He just hoped that the man would like whatever they did. He wanted things to be good between them. He stood when John came back into the living room, nodding quickly. "Yeah, of course. Sorry about the rambling and everything, I just get a bit nervous, sometimes." He admitted with a shrug. "You're not leaving already, are you?"

You: John shook his head, "Course not-not unless you're kicking me out." he joked. He came over and stood in front of Sherlock, taking the other's hand softly. "Don't be sorry. You're cute...and not the only one nervous." he assured him. "Honestly I nearly puked on the way over here." he admitted, cracking a smile as he did so.

Stranger: Sherlock couldn't help but chuckle at the idea of John being that nervous, shaking his head as he stepped just a little closer to John. "Well, I'm glad I'm not alone, but you don't need to be nervous. I'm not nearly as intimidating as I seem to be online." He teased, moving to press a kiss to the older man's cheek. He didn't want to push things too far and scare John off, but he had been telling the truth earlier, he'd been thinking of John for a long time.

You: John smiled at the kiss on his cheek, Sherlock was certiantly very different than the man he'd met online. Will said and did very dirty things with so much confidence that he commanded attention. He was in his element and it was intrancing. -But Sherlock. Sherlock was nervous and more than the act he put on for his show. John had convinced himself that Sherlock had said all those nice things because he had to, but he was quickly realizing that he was something to Sherlock and he never felt so important. He smiled, "Do you want to go grab drinks? I..know I'm a client and all..but I didn't come over just to have sex and leave." he explained. "I know..our meeting was based on your body and..sex but that's not the only thing you are to me. I hope you know that."

Stranger: Drinks. John wanted to get drinks. Maybe that would help Sherlock to not be so nervous, maybe it'd make the Will in him come out more. "I know, John. I do. You wouldn't have brought over flowers if all I was to you was sex." He teased, but there was sincerity there. John was so, so kind, he truly didn't know how to show him how much he appreciated the kindness. "I think drinks is a wonderful idea, though."

You: John smiled softly, he wasn't entirely sure what he was to Sherlock. He'd assured him that he was special but what did that mean? Did Sherlock want more than sex...? What was the brunette wanting out of all of this? John didn't dare ask, afraid of the answer. He nodded, smiling as Sherlock agreed to drinks, "Get your coat." he hummed.

Stranger: Sherlock didn't have an answer himself as to what he wanted from John. He hadn't been thinking when he'd invited him over, he'd just done it, and now... well, he had feelings for the blonde, that much he knew. Anything past that... it was all foreign to him. He hadn't dated since Victor, and that hadn't turned out well, he'd used drugs, and he was still recovering from that, but John was so kind, and nice, and he did want /something/ more than a professional relationship with him. At the direction, he nodded, going into his bedroom for a moment and coming out with his coat on, and shoes as well. "Alright. There's a pub not far from here, we can head there?" He offered, following John to his front door.

You: "Sounds good to me, lead the way." he smiled. As they walked John wanted to take Sherlock's hand. He had a lump in his throat just thinking about it. Usually, he was so forward, especially with women. He'd dated and slept with many women-nothing ever lasting very long but he was known as some kind of ladies man. Yet with Sherlock he felt..so nervous. Like he was a kid again. He finally got the courage to reach for Sherlock's hand. Mentally preparing himself for Sherlock to drop it just as quickly.

Stranger: Sherlock looked down when John took a hold of his hand, his cheeks burning as he smiled. That was... nice. He couldn't remember the last time someone had just held his hand, but it felt nice. John's hands were bigger than his own, and a bit rougher, but warm, and nice. He smiled up at John, keeping a hold of his hand as he led the way to the pub. Once they got there, he opened the door for the both of them, keeping a hold of his hand as they walked straight up to the bar. "What do you like to drink, then?"

You: John felt a wave of relief wash over him when Sherlock kept their hands linked together. This was a big step for him, holding another blokes hand in public. He'd slowly been coming to terms with his bisexuality and was proud to hold Sherlock's hand in public. He looked over everything before he shrugged and ordered a beer to start. "What's your drink of choice?" he asked

Stranger: He should have figured John was a beer guy. He turned towards the bar, looking over everything before he ordered himself a cocktail. Something fruity, with about six different kinds of alcohol. He had never been a beer fan. "Anything with vodka is typically what I go for." He laughed, looking down when he realized their hands were still linked together, between the bar stools.

You: John got out his card to pay for the first round of drinks, he turned to look at Sherlock, "You want to sit at the bar or grab a booth?" he asked, letting go of the others hand only to sign the receipt. He thanked the bar tender as he was handed their drinks and handed Sherlock his. "I usually start with a beer or two..then maybe get a jack n coke." he explained.

Stranger: "Booth would probably be better. Not as loud." Sherlock nodded, taking the cocktail from John's hand and looking around. "Jack and cokes are nice. I typically drink with the plan to get drunk, if I'm honest, so I'm used to things that work fast." He laughed, taking a hold of John's hand again and leading him towards a booth near the wall of the bar. It was quieter over here, and he did in fact want to hear what John had to say. "Not to say I plan on getting drunk or anything, I don't, I just mean like, in general, you know? I wouldn't come out with you just to get wasted, I swear." Oh, god, he was definitely rambling again. He shut himself up with a drink of his cocktail as they each took a seat, hoping that the alcohol would at least make him less nervous.

You: John smiled when Sherlock took his hand again and lead him to a booth with some privacy. He smiled as he heard Sherlock ramble again, he just smiled and slid in the booth beside him. "You're really cute, you know that." he smiled. He thought he was going to be the one fumbling to keep up with Sherlock. "I know what you meant" he assured him, giving him a playful wink. "I think the last time I got..truly drunk was probably 2 years ago." he chuckled, "I don't really drink often." he explained, with his father and sisters history he'd always sort of had a fear of becoming an alcholic.

Stranger: Sherlock nodded, glad that John understood, though his cheeks did burn a little when John called him cute. "That's sweet of you." He smiled, taking another drink of his cocktail before he forced himself to relax, leaning against John's side once they were both sat down. "I don't get drunk as often as I made it sound, but when I do get a chance to do classes, the few friends I have usually want to get cocktails after. It can be nice."

You: John smiled when Sherlock leaned against him. He brushed their knees together, "It's good to destress now and then. I'm taking Microbiology right now and..God that class definitely makes you want to have a few." he joked. He sipped his beer before setting it down. "When you do take classes, what are you going for?" he asked.

Stranger: Sherlock laughed at that, his hand moving to rest on the other man's thigh as he allowed himself to relax. This was nice, wasn't it? Being on a date, at a pub, just having /fun/. It was good. "Forensics, actually. I'd like to be a detective." He shrugged, tracing patterns onto John's jeans to distract himself. "They're interesting classes, even if I do already know most of the material."

You: "A detective? Wow...that does sound interesting. You're really bright." he smiled, he could tell Sherlock was relaxing a bit more and he was glad the other felt comfortable enough to be himself. "What kind of forensics..I know there are different kinds like financial forensics and stuff like that but when I think of forensics I think of homicides."

Stranger: Sherlock was quick to nod, trying to ignore the blush that just would /not/ go away. He wasn't used to compliments that didn't come through a screen, and it was hard, to accept them. "Homicides is exactly it, yeah. Well, that's what I want to do, anyway. They're fascinating. Not like. Not like I think the killers are fascinating, though I kind of do, with wanting to know why they did it and all, and how, but I'm not like. Obsessed." He took another drink to silence himself, shaking his head at himself. He needed to stop with the rambling before he embarassed himself.

You: John smiled, he could tell Sherlock was passionate about this. "I understand. I watch the crime shows too, don't worry. It is interesting..hearing how they solve the cases and I've even watched some documentaries about serial killers. It's fascinating hearing those people explain themselves." he looked Sherlock over. "That will be an interesting job." he hummed.

Stranger: Sherlock nodded, looking up in time to see John look him over. Oh, that felt... nice, honestly. To have someone interested in him, and not just through the computer. "I think so. Think Scotland yard could use someone who actually knows what they're doing. Have you seen some of their detectives? Bloody idiots." He shook his head, rolling his eyes. "I tried to sneak into a case once, it was a double homicide and it was fascinating. They pushed me out before I could even get a good look, though."

You: John chuckled, "You've got to be careful, they'll think you're the one who did and you're trying to get a second look at your work." he joked. He squeezed the others hand, "Don't worry, you're young. You've got plenty of time to get through school then you'll get to see plenty of double homicides." he chuckled. (do you continue rps? I absolutely LOVE this. But its already 3 in the morning for me )

Stranger: [We can try but i'm absolutely TERRIBLE at remembering to respond to emails, and that's the only place I continue them]

You: (my heart ;(. Well it's up to you! I'd hate to see this die but I am very active on email and respond quickly! )

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Equals - Hvitserk Imagine

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1000 inch words. 

Feeling the cold of a new swords was something exalting, you have been waiting for her since a long time now and she was finally ready. « Thanks father » you leaned to kiss him on the cheek like every time he forged you a new weapon.

With a delicate turn, your perfect curled flowing with the movement you turn to face Hvitser who have been watching you from across the hall. « New toy? » « Always a step further » « I would enjoy seing you fight with it » he said approaching his hands to touch the swords and you snap his fingers with a smile. « I wish to no one to cross my path » Hvitserk smirk « Would you like to train tomorrow? » « Are you in need of advices Hvitserk? »   « You actually think you are better than me? » he asked drinking his ale.  « I don’t want to offend the great Hvitserk but i’m going for a yes » He hit his chest at the place of the heart.  « Y/N you make me a less of a man with those words, I’ll need to prove you wrong » « You can always try » « I’ll see you tomorrow then I guess » He said putting your hair delicately behind your ear.

In your bed you wonder, will you fake being the greatest shieldmaiden to flat his ego or are you going do it like you do, and hurt him. Honestly is always the best, hoped he didn't get mad at you.

The next day you didn't feel nervous at all, Hvitserk was a good warrior, but you restrain yourself to tell him Ubbe was the best, and you even better.   The sun was orange in this early evening, he was standing in the practice field, looking peaceful and joking with his brothers. "Hi" you approach and they all greet you. "Well, I see you later" Hvitserk waves to his brothers. "Oh no Hvity" reply Ivar "you can't go, Y/N is gonna wipe your ass" A little embarrassed, Hvitserk looked at Ubbe for comfort "I'm sorry brotha' she's a beast" You blushed because you didn't mean to make him feel uncomfortable. "You ready?" he said ignoring the gossip from his brother. You nodded as you detached your new weapon from the belt. All of them looked at it, eyes wide open, it was silver blinding, it looks like she was very heavy but in fact she was really flexible. "My dad could make you one," you said "Already introducing me to your father hun?" You smirk as you tighten your swords a little bit more, you are an observer, and god you watched him quite a lot to know all of his little move.

Of course, he would go first, that was the first mistake. Without missing a single movement, his swords were only hitting yours, the sounds of the metal remembering that you are untouchable. He grinned at his movement, he was getting tired. After a good ten minutes, you two were panting. "Do you want to stop?" you asked, breathing deeply "No," he said in a cough wiping the sweat on his hands. "Hvitserk! She's a lady, what are you doing!" yelled Ivar hilarious. Hvitserk bites his lips trying not to yell back at his brother. With an impulse, he attacks his sword to you, you didn't hesitate but it was close, you could see a piece of your hair being cut in the action. You didn't like that and with passion repost his attack, you were so ahead of him that he was stepping back at every hit, just when you did your final move and he fell on his back on the grass and you were standing, putting the tip of your sword under his throat.

You heard clapping in the back and you felt a little ashamed to have put Hvitserk in this position. "Hvitie, you are a little bit disappointing" add Ivar. Sigurd laughed discreetly, and Ubbe tried to calm his brothers. "I don't do this for you" Hvitserk respond welcoming the cup of water Ubbe approached him. Ubbe looked at his brother, he grabs his face with his hands "Brother, your motivation couldn't be clearer" Hvitserk escape his grip pissed that they didn't take this seriously. "Just tell her," said Sigurd like it was that simple. "Right, like she could bear someone weaker like me" he scuffs, playing with his swords at the end of his fingers.

"I don't mind" Hvitsker turned to face you, you seem way more little and soft than on the field. "I'm sorry I hearken your conversation" Sigurd pushed Hvitserk with his foot to get him closer to you. He stumbled on the grass and you catch him, both laughing. "You right, I pity the someone who will cross your path," he said, your hands brushing each other. "Trust me when I say talking to you is most difficult than fight" you reply so softly that you wondered if he heard it. "Let's go we have too much spectator," he said and you nodded grabbing his hands to leave followed by the woo-ing of his brothers.

Hvitserk walked with a smile on his face, he was definitely walking by side with the powerful woman of the country, her hair balancing at the rhythm of her steps, her swords attached to her side. "I could fancy a bath," he said as he detached your hands to put his on your cheeks "Would you join me?" You blushed to the proposition, you wanted to run away and with him at the same time, no surprise you trained very young to get away from this distraction. "So?" "I- I can't" "Why not?" he asked concerned.  "We didn't even kiss and you propose me to -" Before ending your phrase, Hvitserk leaned to kiss you. It was so soft, with the surprise all you air was prisoned and you breathed deeply when he pulled away making him laughed.  "That is done, what do you say?" Your surprised face makes him melt. "You're dumb" "I know" he smirks raising his shoulder. You took his hands back and start walking again "This is not a yes!" you warn him.  

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◘ fangirlwithasweettooth asked: Hi! So I’ve been binge-reading a ton of your fics af they’re awesome!!! I was wondering if I could please request a Newt x shy!reader maybe with this prompt?:‘I just told you I liked you but now I’m shy and say “never mind, forget it” and why are you looking at me like that?’ Thank you so much, your writing is wonderful and so are you! ❤️❤️

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It was the end of another long day inside Newt’s case and the two of you shuffled around within his small shack cleaning up and prepping tomorrows work. 

The Hufflepuff placed the bucket of mooncalf feed beside the table and noticed from the corner of his eye you letting out a long yawn. He smiled, admiring how you scrunched your nose and used your free hand to gently rub your eyes.

“You know, Y/N,” He began, wiping his hands on his pants, “You don’t have to stay. It was a long day. You can go home; get some rest.”

“No, no-” You tried to argue but another yawn broke free causing Newt to let out a soft chuckle. “I want to stay and help.” You finished.

As much as Newt enjoyed your company and spending as much time with you as he could, he also cared deeply about you and wanted you to take care of yourself. You spent so much time helping him care for his creatures (and him) that he wanted to be sure you didn’t neglect yourself.

“Y/N...” Reaching down he placed a hand over yours as you continued gathering up viles to place them back on the shelves. The gentle touch of his hand upon yours caused your heart to beat rapidly in your chest and you could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks. You knew, without a doubt, that you were turning a light shade of pink. How one man could cause such a reaction within you was beyond you. “Really... you look exhausted. Go home.”

Staring at his hand still placed on top of yours you found yourself lost in enjoying the feeling of his touch and how you longed to feel more. What you wouldn’t give to feel his hands on your face, or his lips upon yours...

Newt quickly noticed your glazed over eyes staring at his hand on yours and he suddenly began to worry that he had over stepped a boundary. He quickly removed it, making a fist and cursing himself for making you feel uncomfortable. 

“S-sorry...” You finally muttered, realizing you had made the moment awkward. Why it was so hard for you to be normal, you didn’t know. It wasn’t like you hadn’t known Newt for years. The two of you were best friends.

Best friends. Was that all this would ever be?

“I...” You quickly tried to find the right words to explain your sudden shift in demeanor. Just say you’re tired. You argued with yourself. Just say you’re tired and go home...”I...”

Newt waited, watching as you stared at your hands now fumbling. He was picking up quickly on how you obviously felt uncomfortable. He cursed himself for causing it and he tried to fix it; to make it okay.

“I’m sorry-”

“No. No, there’s nothing to be sorry about.” Cutting the wizard off you turned to finally face him, your eyes locking with his. His head was slightly tilted down and you noticed how he was trying to hide behind his bangs, just like he always did when stuck in a situation he wasn’t entirely fond of.

“You did nothing wrong, Newt. It’s just...” Wrapping an arm around your waist you bit your bottom lip before finally confessing your true feelings. “I- I like you.”

It seemed as if everything came to a sudden halt. The room was quiet beside the sound of your heart beating in your chest the rapid beating echoing in your ears. 

Gripping your sleeve with your hand you stared at the wood floor wishing you could just aparate out of here right now. How stupid were you to confess your feelings to him? To your best friend. To the one person you spent every day with. Now, everything was ruined, that you were certain of. You felt like such a fool.

As the seconds passed you began to grow fearsome and annoyed. Why wasn’t he saying anything?! Was he trying to find a way to turn you down without being too harsh? Had you upset him? Oh, Merlin... you really messed things up this time.

“I just told you I liked you...” Lifting your gaze up to Newt you found him standing there, his hands in his pockets and a slight smile on his face. 

Great. He was laughing at you. You truly were a fool.

“Y/N-”

“You know what? Never mind. J-just forget it.” Turning to spin on your heels and escape this horrific moment you found Newt reaching out, grabbing your forearm and stopping you. What did he want now? To tell you how foolish you were to think he’d ever return such feelings such as these? You’d always been just friends, nothing more. And maybe it was meant to stay that way.

Allowing yourself to somewhat face him you began to feel tears forming in your eyes as you met his face again only to find him smiling even wider this time. Oh how you wanted to smack that smirk off his stupid, beautiful freckled face!

“Why are you looking at me like that!?” You nearly choked on your words as they came out in a harsh bitter tone. It was unlike Newt to tease you about something such as this. And to be completely honest, it made you extremely pissed off. “Would you stop-”

Your words cut off as Newt suddenly cupped your face firmly, his chapped lips coming to meet your soft ones in a delicate kiss. It caught you off guard entirely and your hands came up ready to push him away but when you realized what was happening you gently rested them upon his chest, your fingers lacing around his suspenders. He tasted just as you had always imagined.

Gently slipping his hand down your face and neck, Newt placed it on the curve of your back and gently pushed you in closer to him. Your chests were nearly flush against each other as he softly broke away. 

Your eyes remained shut. Fearing that when you opened them you’d realize you had only been dreaming and the moment you’d open them you’d find yourself standing in front him, looking like a fool.

“I like you too,” He whispered. His breath fanned over your lips and you finally opened his eyes. Newt was looking down at you, a content smile on his face as his thumb gently grazed over your cheekbone. Was all of this truly happening? Before you could even allow yourself to second guess it all his lips were on yours again. This time the kiss being more passionate. Deeper. Everything he had held inside him for so long was pouring out and you decided to do the same. 

Lacing your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck you smiled against his lips as  you fully surrendered your feelings to him. 

Nothing on earth could have ever felt so perfect as finally feeling Newt’s lips upon yours. Nothing.

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