How To Write About Medieval Europe

Don’t Be Shy (Felix x Reader) || Part 2

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1243

Also posted on my A03

Felix’s POV

Felix had spent his day fixing weapons. It wasn’t a particularly hard task, considering that the weapons themselves weren’t intricately built, but it did however take time. The only time he’d moved from the flat slab of stone he’d sat on was to eat lunch, which he’d quickly finished in order to return to his task.

It wasn’t that he was eager to fix the weapons the Lost Boys had so carelessly broken, but that the task gave him an excuse to avoid Y/N. He had, in fact, been making a considerable effort to stay away from her ever since the archery incident. 

The shift in her training partners from himself over to Devin and some of the other boys made that easier for him. Unfortunately, weapons practice was only one of the few ways the Lost Ones spent their time (how he and Y/N had spent their time together) and so Felix had thrown himself into whatever small, menial tasks he could find to occupy himself and use as an excuse to avoid her.

This had been going on for days. 

Seven days, to be exact. He had counted. 

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being human / s. stilinksi

pairing: stiles stilinksi x reader

summary: stiles is in love with y/n, but she has a bit of a problem owning up to the truth. what will she reveal to him once he finds her all beaten at his door?

warnings: violence, blood, like a lil bit of angst, pain

gif not mine !

you would say it’s impossible to lie to stiles. like times where you would steal food or clothes from stiles and he knew but didn’t say anything, only because he found it cute.

but when you lied about the reason why you showed up to his house all beaten to a pulp and covered head to toe in blood and bruises, he couldn’t just stay quiet.

“y/n!,” he opened the door with the rain falling around you as he saw the horrific sight of your beaten down body. “what the hell happened to you?!” he yelled out to you as he grabbed onto your sore body and pulled you in.

you chuckle softly but only to wince in pain seconds later. “oh you know the usual, fed my gremlin at 12 am.” you joked, trying to uplift some of the tension and concern stiles had gathered up.

“are you serious right now?!” he argued with you as he picked you up. “god you are covered in blood...” he whispered to you as he carried you up the stairs towards his room.

he placed your wet body onto his sheets and you groan in pain as you felt parts of your body ache. you clutched onto your calf in terrible pain shot up through your body.

stiles noticed this sudden action and quickly examined your leg. he rolled up the leggings you had on to reveal a big and deep gash on your leg.

“what’s the prognosis doc?” you grumbled as you panted trying not to completely pass out.

“god,” stiles started as he winced in disgust himself. he’s stitched up people and seen a lot of crime scenes but seeing his best friend and girl he’s in love with in pain was ten times worse. “i think you might have to go to an actual doctor y/n.” he looked up from the wound and to your face.

“i-i really didn’t want to trouble you as is stiles.” you gnaw on your lip as you try to control yourself. “i don’t want you to worry about it too much.” you sat up as you gritted your teeth.

“no way in hell i’m letting you out of my sight now.” stiles placed a hand on your shoulder slightly placing you back down on his bed. “stay here, i’ll get some supplies god knows how many times i needed to stitch myself up, takes a lot being the human friend in a wolf pack.” he smirked towards you as you let out a chuckle as he stood up and went towards his bathroom.

while stiles was in the bathroom, you examined the familiar room as you noticed certain changes he had done around. but the one thing that didn’t change, the frames of photos of the trio. we were children and befriended each other to comfort ourselves at times of need and it just brought us closer. you smiled when you noticed it.

you sat up and hissed at the pain slightly. stiles entered the room with the first aid kit and sat beside you yet again. “alright let’s see what i can do.” he whispered slightly.

you ignore the stinging pain as stiles poured the alcohol onto the wound. you looked at stiles and smiled as you saw how focused he was at the opened wound. he began the sterilization of the needle and focusing on stitching the opened wound in front of him.

stiles beautiful face was now concentrated on sewing shut the wound you have caused. but it was so funny looking at him all serious, it wasn’t your first time seeing him all tough but you didn’t mind it. you liked stiles bell you would even say you loved him. but of course you kept to yourself about your emotions because you knew he had that infatuation with lydia.

you barely noticed the needle and string once stiles finished. you were so caught up in your mind, you didn’t even see that stiles was finished. he covered the newly stitched wound with some gauze and rolled on some bandages to keep it in place.

“tomorrow in the morning, i’m taking you to the doctor,” stiles tucked in the loose end of the bandage and looked up. “but for now, let’s get you to bed.” he sighed.

you admired the wrapped calf and was impressed about stiles’s skills. you look at your pants and shirt and realize that you’re still completely soaked in rain and blood.

“here’s a shirt for you, you can change in the bathroom if you’d like,” stiles placed down the black cotton tee on the bed. he looked at you as you scrambled out of bed to get the shirt and stand up. “before you go, i wanna ask. why were you all beaten up in the first place?” stiles raised a brow as you winced at that. you honestly didn’t want to say why you were all bloody.

“uhm i just fell down a... hill.” you lied. you tried to turn away from stiles, trying to end this conversation before it escalated any further. but instead stiles grabbed your wrist and turned you back around.

“y/n, listen to me. i don’t want you to be in trouble just tell me what happened,” stiles pleaded with you but you were so stubborn. “please, y/n i’m your best friend.” stiles begged again. ouch it kinda hurt.

“i c-cant tell you.” you simply said as you stepped back.

“why not? i won’t judge you or look at you any different if you tell me.” stiles just wanted to know you were safe and nothing bad happened to you. he knew you. or he thought he did.

you tried to say something but all you could do was stammer a little trying to answer him. stiles looked at you as he saw you were tearing up.

“y/n, you alright?” he whispered towards you. you wiped the tears from frustration. you wanted to tell him but didn’t want to ruin anything.

“i have to go.” you suddenly answered and ran down the stairs. you heard your name being called as you ran with a injured leg. you felt your whole body suffer a bit as you pushed yourself to run. you felt blood gush out of the newly sewn shut wound. you felt like fainting as you opened the door to the rain and ran to the middle of the road.

you felt a hand grab your wrist as stiles pulled you towards his own body. you crash into his chest as you heaved heavily looking and admiring his features.

“y/n, are you crazy?!” stiles scolded you as you just stared at him.

“a little bit.” you smirked slightly. you felt your heart beat faster in his hold, you noticed his eyes wandering yours as well. you snapped out of your trance when you remembered lydia. you turned your back towards him and took a deep breath.

“will you tell me what’s wrong y/n?” stiles placed a hand on your shoulder.

you close your eyes and try to push words about to come out of your mouth instead, they come spilling out.

“you’ll never understand,” you barely whispered out. “to make a long story short, some sort of gang of girls decided to jump me.” you folded your arms over your chest.

stiles listened and tried to make sense of what’s happening. “did they say why?” he asked you. you nodded. “tell me please.” he stepped closer to you.

you turned around and you both were fully soaked in the rain as your hair was dripping wet. “w-well they did sort of uh... have a thing for you or something because they mainly based it around you...”‘you bit your lip in hesitation.

stiles face dropped and felt guilt build up in his stomach. “all because of me?” he murmured out.

“stiles, no it’s not that you don’t understand.” you argued.

“then what is it? because it’s quite clear that someone hurt you because of me!” he yelled out. you felt yourself get frustrated and you suddenly blurted it out.

“it’s cause i’m in love with you!”

you realized what you said you wanted to run off again but instead as you pulled away you were pulled back to him yet again. he grabbed your wet face and kissed you all so passionately.

you felt everything melt away as you felt like you finally started floating. you were getting dizzy dice to lack of oxygen and pulled away from the kiss. you both heaved as you placed each other’s foreheads on each other.

you smiled as you looked into his eyes. “i’m so in love with you stiles... i always have.”

“so have i.” he smiled as he pulled you back into the kiss.

•••••••

i’m not kidding when i say this has been in my drafts forever. i have so many assignments due but i don’t want to do them. hope y’all enjoy it’s a bit basic but hope you like it :)

kaz x mute reader headcanons!

summary: kaz dating a mute reader

warnings: none!

A/N: this was such a neat request & I hope I’m on point with this one - I have a mute cousin so I feel like I’m going in the right direction with this

Okay, to start things off - Kaz wouldn’t think anything of it

He’s not a guy that would worry about how it would impact a relationship

Throughout his entire life, he’s been insanely quiet - only speaking when need be. And that’s something that drove a lot of people away

So with you, he feels like he can be himself

It makes him feel safe & comforted, and he wants to provide those same feelings to you

He priorities communication, wanting you to feel heard & recognized

So the first thing he does is places a notepad and pen on the corner of his desk

You both spend most of your time there, Kaz quietly working while you organize all of his papers filled with chicken scratches

When he’s deep into his work, it’s hard to snap him out of it

So the paper is there for you to write down things to communicate with him

Kaz eventually becomes trained to snap out of his work when he hears your pen against paper

It’s like Pavlov’s dog salivating when the bell rings

His head immediately snaps up and he stares at you until you’re done jotting down the message

It becomes a running joke among the Dregs how Kaz continues to snap to attention when someone starts writing on paper

“You’ve got him trained!”

Another thing he does is beginning to craft your own custom sign language

He becomes immediately concerned that someone could “intercept” the messages when you two are signing back and forth while on heists

So he creates an entire custom language, specially fit for heists

Long phrases that would have needed multiple signs now only needs one

There’s a sign for “go, now”

Another for “meet at rendezvous point”

Even one for “Jesper is late”

You of course help in the creation, advising him to base the new signs roughly off the old ones - so it’s not entirely foreign

He loves your input and it helps to tone down his mind that literally races with ideas

Once you two master it, it’s so fun having a secret language all to yourselves

Eventually all the other Crows begin learning it and they find its far easier to sign to one another rather than mouthing words

It becomes a second nature for all of the crew

Cuddling With Minho HC

this was super fun to write thank you @aggressivetapdancing for requesting this! 

 It’s not surprising that Minho is a touchy boy

He just can’t keep his hands to himself 

For the most part, you can live without him all over you since he’s gone most of the day while in the maze

Minho, on the other hand, can’t wait

 it’s physically impossible for him to be away from you that long 

his favorite part of the day is coming back from the maze and seeing you 

sometimes you’ll be in the middle of having a conversation and Minho will throw you over his shoulder because he just wants alone time with you

BUT ANYWAY CUDDLE TIME

Minho tends to pull you into his chest with your back against him because it gives him the opportunity to kiss your neck since he knows you’re super ticklish

He’ll also whisper things in your ear that are a bit too dirty to repeat but his usual habit is kissing your neck inbetween words

“ You *kiss* Are *kiss* Goregous.”

his arm is usually around your waist or stomach and underneath your short because hey Minho loves skin contact

you rarely have blankets over the two of you since Minho just radiates heat

blankets are only used for when you two aren’t wearing anything ;)

BUT ANYWAY

It drives Minho crazy whenever you wear his shirts to cuddle with because WOW you look like a hot tamale

I keep getting sidetracked BUT your favorite “posistion” is when you rest your head on his chest because you can hear his heartbeat

It’s easy for Minho to run his fingers through your hair and to leave a bunch of kisses all over your face

Minho’s grip isn’t too strong

like you can obviously breath normally but his hold is secure and laying with Minho is the most comfortable thing in the world

His hands tend to wander underneath your shirt (100% with your consent) and you can always feel him drawing shapes on your hips

On some days, Minho will fall asleep because he’s exhaused from running all day but he somehow always manages to talk about the deepest things while cuddling you

“Why is it so difficult to make things easy but easy to make things difficult?”

“ Why do people fear losing things that they don’t even have yet?”

If you cuddle with Minho before a shower, his scent is more earthy and for some reason you’re just more drawn to him??

But after a shower he just smells so minty (he uses your shampoo, you can tell cause you’re the only person in the glade who uses jasmine scented anything)

like you love burying your face in his neck because UGH

(Personally I feel like Minho would smell like Old Spice or Gillette? Opinions on that?)

Minho would defintely try and lay with you as long as possible because he just loves being so close to you

BUT HE FREAKS OUT WHEN YOU PRESS YOUR COLD FEET AGAINST HIS CALF

He doesn’t necessarily flip out but he’ll whine about it everytime your foot accidentally brushes up against him

“ Y/N, if you keep doing that I’m going to cut your feet off!”

He’s probably joking?? Either way you haven’t stopped doing it and you  still have all of your toes so YAY!

What do you think about dad's best friend Steve and innocent reader? Like Steve's kinda manipulative and hot and reader's too naive and he tricks her into having sex with her, she's reluctant at first but lowkey was always attracted to him so gives in and that results in smutty goodness. Also umm can you throw in daddy kink in the mix as I can't seem to send any requests without including it?😅🤭❤️ I hope it is not too much.🥺 Thank you and loveeeeeeeee you sweetie!!!❤️💞💓

dad’s best friend

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+, age gap, softdark!Steve, possessive!Steve, reader is in her twenties, daddy kink, dirty talk, curse words, smut, come play, unprotected sex

I am about to run wild with this and I love you!!

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Warily you eyed the clock on the wall. The mug in your hands had long since gone cold. It was still half full. The liquid sloshed in the cup with every twitch or awkward shift and there were many. Your father was meant to pick you up from Steve’s almost an hour ago and he still hadn't shown.

“Um,” you called out, “maybe we should text him?”

“We can do,” Steve replied, his voice floating from the kitchen, “but I don’t think it’ll be much use - oh, damn!”

Steve appeared in the doorway, dish cloth thrown over his shoulder and phone in hand. “I asked him to come at eight instead of six. My bad.”

You checked the clock again. It had only just gone ten to seven. You sighed and relaxed back into the sofa. “It’s fine. Do you want help with those dishes?”

You followed Steve back into his kitchen and settled into an easy rhythm; he washed and you dried. The silence was welcome and it was easy to get yourself lost in such a simple task.

Steve had saved your ass today. The rain had been torrential and Steve lived close to your college, almost an entire hour closer than your family. The wasn't normally an issue but it was a weekend and you’d been looking forward to spending it with them. 

Steve’s elbow brushed your arm. “Alright there, doll?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you nodded, “just looking forward to spending the weekend with family.”

Steve’s lips quirked up as he nudged you again. “Am I not family enough for you, doll?”

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye. The blue eyes, dark blonde hair. Broad shoulders and a beard that you wanted to slide your fingers into...sigh. You shook your head. “Sure you are.” and that was the problem.

Steve stared at you for a moment longer. Sometimes it felt as if he was looking right into you, peeling your brain open like a diary and flicking through all your dirtiest thoughts. A shudder ran down your spine and you looked away, embarrassed. God forbid. 

Eventually the sink was clean of dishes. A glance at the clock told you it had only even ten minutes. Taking in a deep breath, you moved to sink back into the couch. 

“Wait a minute,” Steve said, “I’ve got something I want you to take a look at.”

Steve was waiting at the bottom of the stairs and began heading up once you reached him. The walls were devoid of any kind of picture, though there was a chest in the upstairs hall that had a framed photo of him and your father. Steve had always been a great family friend and had spent many a weekend young your house. Now you were wondering what that might have cost him. Had he ever been lonely?

Steve led you into his bedroom and you followed without question. Your cheeks flared at the rumbled bed sheets and you averted your eyes. You felt like a pervert. Steve was stood by the side of his bed. He picked something off of the bedside table and when he turned to show you, your lips parred.

“You remember this?” he said. “Only a year or so old, I think. I’m not usually one for photos but I saw this and - you just looked so beautiful.”

The light gleamed off of the photo, illuminating your grin immortalised by the camera. Steve was right; it was only a year old. You’d been embarrassed and had stopped your family from ordering the photo once the sample had been sent out. Your hair looked a little too frazzled, your grin a little too wide. Apparently that hadn’t mattered to Steve.

“Why do you have that?” you asked. The question sat heavy in the air, weighing you down. You swallowed and your tongue felt clumsy in your mouth.

Steve hummed thoughtfully, turning the photo back to himself and stroking a thumb down the side. The silence was heavy. Then, a slight tilt of his head, and he was looking back at you. “I think you know why, doll.”

A shaky breath shoved its way past your lips and you took a step back. Never had you - there had been looks but - he was your father’s best friend. 

You shook your head. “No, Steve. I - no. It’s just a silly crush --”

“Maybe to you,” Steve interrupted. He discarded the picture on the bed and you watched it bounce. “But not for me. I have loved you for years. Do you know how it felt when - finally - one day you looked at me and it just clicked? You could never have hid how you felt. Not from me.”

“Steve, my dad --”

“Doesn’t have to know,” he spoke quickly. He reached out and his hand brushed your face. At some point he’d cornered you, and now he was the only thing between you and the door. “I’ve thought about it. I - we can do this. You spend a lot of time here all ready so he won’t bat an eye --”

“Steve, no.”

It was hard to watch. Steve flinched suddenly, as if he’d been hit. The hand by your face was shaking badly and the urge to reach out and take was a strong one. 

You’d lied to him. It was more than a crush. But hiding something of this extent from your parents? You’d never done anything of the sort before, didn’t know if you could start doing it now.

Steve’s hands suddenly cupped your face, angling it up toward his. You opened your mouth to speak but he silenced you with a kiss. You’d like to say that you struggled but - you didn’t. It was disturbingly easy to melt into the affection, open your mouth under his tongue and let his it sweep in. You went limp and surrendered yourself to it. 

Steve parted from you but not for long. He had you pinned to the wall with his body as his lips were caressing your gave and moving down your neck. “Don’t say that to me, doll. I’ve waited for so long and - I have to have you.”

The heat in his tone made you whimper and he swallowed the sound with his own mouth, ensuring your attention remained solely on him. It’s yours, you wanted to say, has been yours for so long.

An exhale shakily parted your lips when you felt the line of his cock press into your stomach. Your pussy clenched automatically at the thought of it, at the thought of Steve fucking you and slowly taking you apart with it. You dug your fingers into Steve's hair, tugging when he bit particularly hard at the long line of your neck.

The room swirled around you as Steve pulled you from the wall and to the direction of his bed. You went willingly, whimpering when the heat of his hands and mouth left you for too long. It was finally happening and you were desperate for it. If he stopped now or turned away you felt as if you'd die. A fire had started in your core and was steadily working its way through your body, trails of it left wherever Steve’s hands went.

“Don’t stop,” you managed, your voice ragged to your own ears. “Touch me, Steve.”

“Won’t,” Steve bit back, “can’t. Not Steve, darling girl. Daddy.”

Daddy. Now you were considering if Steve really had peeked inside your head at some point. 

Your pussy was pulsing along with your heartbeat, desperate for touch. You arched your back and pressed your breasts into Steve’s hands. Steve tweaked at your nipples through the fabric and then pulled it down, freeing your breasts. The urge to cover yourself came and went as Steve enveloped your nipples in his hot mouth, sucking hard enough to have you crying out. Your body was writing underneath his.

He parted from your breast with a ‘pop’ and his hands went to your jeans. The sound of your zipper coming down had your nerves flaring but then he was yanking them from your body hard enough to leave red marks and your panties were quick to follow.

Steve’s eyes fixated on the space between your legs and he inhaled noisily, sweeping a trembling hand across his mouth. “Fuck, doll. You want Daddy to touch your pretty cunt?”

“Daddy, yes,” you answered frantically. Burning up.

Despite the hunger in his gaze, Steve’s fingers trailed languidly across your pussty. His thumb swiped your clit and you shook. He used two fingers to part your lips, opening you to his careful gaze. The urge to rush him was strong, but you also understood. Steve was an artist. He’d want to see it all, take it in, tuck the details to this back of his mind for later. 

Your body flared up again at the thought of later. The image of Steve laid in this very bed, naked, hand around his cock, almost had you coming spontaneously. “Daddy, I can’t wait much longer.”

Steve hummed, eyes flickering back up to your face. They stayed that way, darting between your pussy and your face as he slid two fingers in to the knuckle. They went smoothly and you felt your arousal leaking around them. The thought of it pooling on the bed made you hotter and you felt almost dizzy.

Steve lazily fucked you open with them, humming appreciatively at the wet sound that soon came every time they pushed in. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to your belly, inhaling deeply. 

“Feels good, doll? My fingers in your pretty cunt?” he purred.

“Oh, God, yes,” you breathed, hips stuttering on the bed. “Need more.”

You cried out when his fingers pulled out and didn’t return. Pink lips parted and you watched as he took his fingers into his own mouth, sucking hungrily at your arousal. Then he was reaching for his shirt and tearing it off to join your jeans in the corner. His own followed and you gasped when his cock sprang up and brushed his belly button.

The head was an angry red and was damp with precum. Your mouth watered and the urge to taste rose up but you pushed it aside for another time. Steve fisted his cock and pumped it a few times, eyes more black than blue. He looked starved. 

“Gonna let me slide into that pretty cunt?” he rasped. The bed dipped as he got on, getting on his knees in front of you. “Fuck you stupid?”

“Yes,” you cooed, “anything, Daddy.”

Your legs jolted when Steve grabbed them and used them to pull you closer. His cock bobbed against his thigh and brushed against yours. It made you embarrassingly close to begging. Fast was not fast enough. You wanted to feel it all and you wanted to feel it now. 

The head of his cock caressed your clit and you sighed, relaxing into Steve’s hold. He had one hand at your hip and the other was guiding his cock to your pussy. The sight was more erotic that you’d been prepared for and he cooed when your pussy clenched again around nothing.

“Gonna get you nice and full,” he promised, “watch me leaking out of you.”

The stretch was welcome, and God, it was a stretch. Steve pushed forward until his hips were flush against yours. There was no pain, only a distinct feeling of being deliciously and utterly full. Just like he’d promised.

You rolled your hips experimentally and let your head fall back at the sensation. Still not enough. When both of Steve’s hands came to push your legs further apart and then cup your hips you shuddered in relief. 

“Been thinking about this so long,” he bit out. “Never gonna get enough of this cunt. Mine.”

Steve slid away until only the tip was remaining and then pulled your hips down at the same time he pushed forward. He sank you down onto his cock and watched as he disappeared inside of you and your arousal leaked out around his cock. It was a sight he’d never get enough of.

The pace didn’t remain slow for long. Soon the room was loud with the sound of his hips snapping together with yours and the soft appreciative coos he gave every time you moaned for him. He set a rhythm that allowed you no respite and made you take everything he was giving you, made you feel it all.

“Say it,” he urged. “say you’re mine. Tell me who this cunt belongs to.”

“Yours, Daddy,” you cried out, “’m yours.”

“Fucking right,” he groaned as he altered the position, leaning down until he was held up by his forearms around you. Your breasts pressed into his chest and when your nipples brushed against his you almost sobbed. 

Your orgasm didn’t creep up on you, it was loud and left trails of fire in its wake as it thoroughly ravaged you and left you limp beneath Steve. His pace stuttered at the sensations of your nails digging crescent shapes into his back and your pussy clenching wildly around his cock. Hips pressed tight to yours, cock seated deep, he let himself go. The feel of his release inside of you had him twitching already and you moaned. 

“Good girl,” he purred, “been so good for me. Was always meant to be like this.”

Steve didn’t pull out, only rolled to his side and manoeuvred your limbs until you were lying quite comfortably beside him. You caught a glimpse of the clock beside him and suddenly went cold. “Steve, my dad.”

“It’s okay, doll,” he spoke through a yawn, “he’s not coming till tomorrow.”

Too tired to argue, you let yourself relax back into his arms. Something sharp was poking your thigh and you swept your arm out, knocking the picture onto the floor. As you stared at the path it had taken, you knew Steve was right. It was always meant to be like this.

Not What It Looks Like ii

jesper fahey x reader - not what it looks like ii

summary/request: part two of not what it looks like - i don’t know what else to say lol

warnings: profanity, shamelessly fluffy

word count: 2k

READ PART ONE HERE

Once again, months after that first night, Y/N found herself trailing up a staircase behind Jesper. This certainly wasn’t the staircase at the Slat, but rather one at a Ravkan inn.

They’d been traveling across western Ravka for weeks, attempting to track someone they’d been paid to kill. They weren’t necessarily assassins, more like thieves, but that didn’t stop Kaz from accepting the incredibly high paying job. So now their crew had been spending their days roaming across the country, hitching rides in stolen carriages and sleeping in barns. Certainly a far cry from the life they had lived in Ketterdam.

As Y/N drug herself up the stairs, her body ached for a good night’s sleep. The past week they’d been riding in a carriage all through the day and night. She could still almost feel the rolling and sharp jerking of the carriage rattling deep in her bones. The thought of a soft, warm bed felt like heaven, regardless of whether Jesper was even in the room.

Their relationship since that night had been utterly confusing. She had initially assumed that Jesper too, shared feelings for her. But as the weeks flew by, she began to doubt that assumption. They were purely professional, two crew mates, and Y/N tried to keep her thoughts as professional as possible too. But dreaming of waking up in Jesper’s arms didn’t exactly fit that definition. So she pushed the feelings aside, tactfully burying them into the deepest corner of her mind. The words, “he’s a crew mate”, were constantly repeated in her mind, echoing over and over again like a mantra.

But people who were just crew mates didn’t allow their gazes to linger for a dangerous amount of time on the other. They didn’t allow their head to roll over onto the other’s shoulder during a long, exhausting ride as they gave into the temptation of sleep. They didn’t allow the magnetic gravity-like pull to overtake them.

But Y/N allowed all those things, allowed her mind to be completely consumed by everything Jesper. And every inch of her prayed that a Saints was listening when she hoped that Jesper felt the same way.

Y/N leant heavily against the wood paneled wall as Jesper pulled a silver key out of his pocket, the key Kaz had given him. For some Saints forsaken reason, the boy had thought it was a smart money decision to make the two room together.

She could still hear his irritatingly smug voice, “Inej and I both need private rooms. You two have stayed together before - why not again?”

Inej had practically been forced to lay a hand on Y/N’s shoulder, silently urging the girl to not attempt to wipe the shit-eating grin off of Kaz’s face. Kaz wasn’t nearly as slick or as clever as he assumed he was - Y/N knew what he was doing. She wasn’t blind to how Kaz went out of his way to pair her with his friend.

As Jesper swung the door open, Y/N was pulled from her thoughts and a sharp sense of deja vu washed over her. In so many ways, the cozy inn room reminded her of Jesper’s back at the Slat - a window facing the sea, a dresser with a mirror, and a bed, admittedly far larger. And of course, the room was clean - no dirty clothing or discarded items in sight.

With a deep thud, Jesper dropped their bags to the floor, rolling his sore shoulders and stretching his arms wide like an eagle. “I would kill for a hot bath.”

“I think all of us would,” Y/N stated, kicking off her muddy boots and flexing her incredibly sore feet. “We’ve been traveling for ages, I think anyone would feel grimy.”

She collapsed on the bed and rubbed at her sore muscles, willing them to relax. Jesper chaotically flitted around the room like an anxious mother hen, putting their things away and shrugging off his brown jacket. Tension hung heavily overhead like a dark cloud, but neither acknowledged it, keeping to themselves.

The sound of trickling water filled the air as Jesper poured a pitcher into a large stone basin bowl. He then rolled up his sleeves, revealing the dirt caked skin beneath. Y/N didn’t envy Jesper’s job of caring for the horses. Being the only one with equine experience, he had been assigned the job of picking dung out of hooves and harnessing the horses every morning.

Occasionally, Y/N had joined Jesper in the stable, offering assistance when she could, mostly as an escape from Kaz’s angry morning rants. She’d pet the horses a few times, running her fingers over their velvety muzzles. But everytime she withdrew her hand, her skin was covered in dirt, even packed under her nails. It amazed her how the seemingly clean horses always tended to have dirt caked into the coat.

But most of all, she admired how Jesper treated them. In his eyes they weren’t tools, only used for pulling the Crows across Ravka. She knew he saw them as pets, even big dogs perhaps. Jesper always had a certain twinkle in his eye and a grin upon his lips when he spent time with the animals. Y/N always noticed when he slipped an extra apple or carrot into his pocket, a treat to share later with his friends.

“How’d you get so good with horses?” Y/N blurted out suddenly, ruining the peaceful silence that had filled the room.

Jesper paused scrubbing at his arms and dropped the washcloth back into the basin, “Grew up with them.”

“Really?”

“Hard to believe a pretty face like this once mucked out stalls?” Jesper glanced over at her as a smug smirk graced his face.

Y/N scoffed, shaking her head softly as she gazed at him with nothing other than adoration. “You turn everything into a compliment.”

Jesper’s rolling laugh filled the room as he dried off his wet arms. Y/N had grown to love that sound, happiness quite literally bouncing off of the walls. It always made her grin like a fool as her heart flipped violently in her chest.

“Come here, doll.”

The pet name knocked the wind from Y/N’s lungs, leaving her breathless as she stared at Jesper with shock. He motioned her over to the basin, a goofy grin playing upon his lips. Slowly, she shakily rose to her feet and crossed the room, cursing her heart that behaved like a bird, beating its wings in her chest in a bid to break free.

Jesper’s steady hands gently gripped her left arm and rolled up her sleeve, then repeated the process with her other arm. Each touch was gentle, but laced with the confidence that Jesper always exuded. Despite her heart leaping into her throat, Y/N remained still, shamelessly allowing her gaze to follow Jesper’s hands.

Picking up the cloth, he ran it over her forearm, washing away the dirt and grime, washing away the trials of their travel through Ravka. The numbing chill of the water was sharp, nipping at her skin, yet still a welcome relief. After completing one arm, he dunked the cloth back into the basin, gently repeating the process. It felt splendid to have the filth washed from her arms, but she could hardly focus on that feeling. Instead, her mind was wholly distracted by Jesper; how close he was to her, how his gaze always fluttered to meet hers, how his fingers grazed her skin. Each sensation was all so overwhelming, reminding her sharply of how she felt trying to fall asleep with Jesper’s arm around her.

“Better?” Jesper questioned, passing her a dry towel and dropping the cloth back in the basin.

“Much,” she replied with a smile, trying to redirect her focus away from the intimacy of the moment.

A mischievous grin darted across Jesper’s face, a meager warning, before he quickly splashed water at her. The cold droplets sprayed across her torso, soaking through her shirt.

Gasping, Y/N jumped back, playfully glaring at Jesper. “How dare you!”

Laughter escaped both of them as she slapped the water, sending a wave flying towards Jesper. His eyes glittered like jewels as he sent a fresh batch of water spraying in Y/N’s direction in return.

“Jesper Llewellyn Fahey!”

“Can’t handle a bit of water?” Jesper jeered, reaching out for her.

Y/N danced away, just beyond Jesper’s reach and giggled, “No!”

Together they flew around the room like two birds, dancing and fluttering in circles around one another. The entire time, they foolishly grinned at one another and laughter filled the air.

It all came to a crashing halt when Jesper’s long fingers finally wrapped around her wrist, pulling her to a stop. Before Y/N could even react, he pulled her into his chest and held on tightly.

“I’ve caught you,” he teased, warm breath fanning over Y/N’s face in waves.

Y/N stared up into his eyes, allowing her breath to catch. They were like tantalizing pools of swirling liquid gold, pulling her in deeper.

Raising one eyebrow, trying to regain her composure, she questioned, “Is this how you woo everyone? Terrorizing them with your antics?”

For a second, Y/N swore his gaze flickered down to her lips before roaming the rest of her face. “No, only you - you’re special, my love.”

Those few simple words sent her heart and mind racing in tandem, lurching towards the outcome she so desperately wanted - that Jesper liked her back. But she stood there, gaping like a fish, fumbling for the words to say. Jesper didn’t seem to mind her shocked silence and instead, swooped down to capture her lips with his own.

It felt ridiculous to think about, but giving into the feelings she had so desperately held back felt like heaven. An invisible weight upon her shoulders lifted as she kissed back, pouring her heart and soul into that moment.

Kaz had lectured them seemingly a million times about how love was a weakness, the thing that would eventually lead to your downfall. But right now, Y/N thought love was the farthest thing from a weakness. Drowning in the feeling of Jesper, she felt it was a strength, a motivator even, urging her to be the best possible her. To be someone worthy of Jesper’s affection.

Jesper was the first to pull away, his face seemingly alight with pure sunlight even though their room was dark. He practically glowed with that flawless smile that glinted at her.

“So I’m assuming we feel the same way?” He finally questioned after catching his breath.

Y/N, still breathless and reeling from their moment, simply nodded, a wide smile gracing her face.

Softly, Jesper’s hands migrated up to her face, framing it between his large hands. “I always thought we’d end up like this.” His voice was heavily laced with arrogance as he smugly smiled.

“Oh really?” Without a second thought, she leaned into Jesper’s warm touch, relishing in how his callused hands felt against her face.

“Who wouldn’t fall for my handsome face, brilliant mind, extraordinary gun slinging skills?” He raised his head just a bit higher with pride.

Y/N lightly slapped one hand against his chest, “Oh don’t start in with your gloating. It’s annoying!”

Jesper only devilishly grinned at her and offered, “Annoyingly charming?”

“Stop it! The last thing your ego needs is compliments!” Y/N complained, feigning displeasure in her voice, but that task was nearly difficult. Everything about Jesper made her want to grin from ear to ear, to laugh and never stop.

“Oh really?”

“Yes!”

Jesper huffed and pressed little kisses to her cheek, slowly sliding his lips down until they met her jawline and then her neck. In between each featherlight kiss, he murmured, “I don’t know about my ego, but I know what I need.”

“What?” Y/N prompted, slightly tilting her head back as she completely surrendered.

“You.”

Y/N gasped for air as the kisses peppered across her skin felt like electric shocks, sending shivers through her body. Her mind immediately began to wander towards what their companions would think in the morning. Kaz and Inej weren’t stupid - they’d see that the fleeting glances filled with pining had suddenly transformed into something far more complicated.

At that moment, Y/N wasn’t sure what the future would hold but she knew one thing for certain - it was now exactly what it looked like.

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Being A Singer Who Is Part Of The Marvel Cast

Pairing: Marvel Cast x reader

Prompt: What it’s like to be a singer who is also a Marvel actress.

Warnings: none! This isn’t really a teen!reader, but it can be!

Side note: I’m using Ari’s music, so just pretend you’re Ari or something😂😂 Should I write imagines about this?

(Ya’ll already know I had to use my bby Ari😌)

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Being a singer and joining the MCU was actually quite nerve wracking.

You weren’t sure if anyone would take you seriously and that everyone would just see you as some singer who got casted into the movie because you were well known.

In fact, Kevin Feige casted you because you represented the character you were auditioning for so well.

You remember your first day on set and how nervous you were to be surrounded by so many talented actors. You kept to yourself and sat by the sidelines while everyone reunited with each other.

I feel like Mark or Robert might come up to you first. They would probably approach you and be all like, “Hey! My kids listen to your music and I have to listen to your voice 24/7! It’s nice to finally meet you!”

Anthony would probably join in and be like, “Aye, I know you from the radio. You sing that one song that’s goes like, ‘I want it, I got it’. Right?”

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Imagine: Being in a Poly Relationship with Harley and Joker:

you did what?

kaz brekker x reader - you did what?

summary: bruises mottled over y/n’s body makes kaz concerned

warnings: fluff, pre-existing relationship, softer ooc kaz

word count: nearly 1.1k

A/N: i’m crawling my way through a writing block so i’m sorry this is so horrible and short

Y/N had a problem. No, it wasn’t a problem like the ones the other Crows had, problems fueled by trauma lurking deep beneath the surface. Y/N’s brain and body simply just didn’t want to cooperate in tandem.

It was like there was a lag in the cues. Her brain said step and her body tripped. We’re too close to the doorframe, her mind thought but the body continued trudging on, slamming the shoulder against the doorway.

The clumsiness was chronic, a day to day thing impacting every aspect. Some days were better than others and she didn’t do something entirely stupid. But on others, it seemed like her body was a magnet for bruises.

Carefully, Y/N walked up the stairs to Kaz’s room, exhausted after a day full of falling and bumping. Softly pushing open the door, she peeled into the dimly lit office.

The room always humorously reminded her of a dungeon, a low ceiling hanging over their head and candlelight flickering across the walls like jumping flames. Kaz was hunched over his desk, shoulders rolled forward and spine bent in a horrible posture. Even in the heat of the Kerch summer, he wore that heavy grey woolen jacket with sharply tailored lines accentuating his shoulders.

Over the years, the two had fallen into a routine they followed like clockwork. Kaz worked all morning long, then went out in the afternoons to bark at people until his voice became hoarse, and then worked in silence the rest of the evening. Y/N toiled in the Crow Club during the day, but when the sun began to set, she trudged up to Kaz’s office to pull him away from his work.

The best way to describe the man was unhealthy. His sleep schedule hovered anywhere from ruined to nonexistent, regularly skipped meals on accident, and had zero balance between work and life. But Y/N changed that.

When others saw a powerful man, someone with a dark legend swirling around him, taking on a life of its own, they tended to leave that person alone. No one dared poke the dragon hiding away in its lair. But Y/N did - she always did. She’d bother him till he’d eat a bit of food, until he’d hydrate himself with water in the place of pitch black coffee.

Creeping across the office to where Kaz’s nose was buried in paperwork, she began to pick up stray books and store them in their proper place. Her fingers brushed over the spines of the bound books, dancing over the gold embossed letters.

“All work and no play makes Kaz a dull boy,” she commented teasingly, glancing over her shoulder with a bit of a smirky smile.

Without looking up from his work, nose buried in spreadsheets, Kaz responded plainly, “Oh really?”

“You’re not even listening.”

“I am,” he looked up instantly. “I’m always listening to you.”

Y/N’s heart softly fluttered at how he looked at her, a sort of desperation in his eyes as though she were a lone raft in the midst of a churning ocean, keeping him safe from the biting waves. His gaze was so intense that it felt like a grazing caress along her skin, leaving little patches of goose flesh behind.

Under his stare, a red warm flush began to creep up Y/N’s face, forcing her to turn her gaze away. “Well c’mon then, put it away. You know the rules.”

Behind her back, Kaz roughly shuffled through the various papers and folders littering his desk, building up like a mountain full of snow bearing an avalanche.

“Work goes away at nine bells,” he repeated in a sing-song voice, mocking her voice.

“Don’t mock me. I love you and want to spend time with you - sue me.” Y/N turned on her heel, a sarcastic scowl splayed upon her face as she shook a scornful finger.

Kaz stood from his chair, stretching his arms over his back very slowly. “I could. You borrowed 20 kruge from me a week ago and you haven’t paid it back.”

“Really?” Y/N paused for a second, incredulously appraising Kaz who was so stoic as usual, not a hint of a grin on his face. “Oh Saints, you’re serious.”

Waving one hand in a dismissive manner, Kaz shrugged off his coat. “I’d only sue Jesper.”

“Of course, just your best friend, a man who’s saved your life multiple times. No biggie.”

Crossing the room, Y/N shuffled through Kaz’s desk, rearranging the mess. Kaz was messy to say the least, his desk was as cluttered as his brain. And yet, the clutter and chaos left him grouchy and irritable in the mornings when he returned yet again to the towering pile of paperwork.

As she lumped together papers, stowing them away in drawers, Kaz froze, the air in the room growing tense to mirror his body language. Stepping forward, he allowed his gloved hand to hover over her arm, black and blue bruises right underneath. That single action made everything change; it displayed the affection he could show without the use of touch.

“Who did this to you?” His voice was ice cold, a stern tone that made any sensible person freeze in their tracks.

“Myself.”

“No you didn’t, don’t lie. Was it Jesper? I’ve told him he can’t be bouncing around like a rabbit, hopping off the walls.”

Y/N bit her lower lip to keep from laughing, her lungs squeezing in temptation. Kaz just looked so serious, like she’d been fatally wounded. But she shook her head no to answer.

“It was Matthias then. What’d he do? Club you over the head like the caveman he is?”

“Kaz, he is your friend!”

“Acquaintance,” he simply corrected.

“Well it wasn’t Matthias or Jesper. I fell down the stairs.”

“You did what?”

Y/N drew in a deep breath, mentally preparing to explain the bout of clumsiness afflicting her. “Well I was walking up the stairs and I don’t know… I tripped, and went falling down the entire flight.”

Kaz stared at her incredulously, mouth slightly dropped open from either shock or disbelief - Y/N couldn’t tell which.

“You’re kidding me.”

“Absolutely not.”

A wicked grin kept onto Kaz’s face, the little quirks of his lips in one corner. It was mischievous, dangerous even. That smile was always the precursor to something snarky dropping from Kaz’s lips. But Y/N loved it, it drew her in like metal to magnet.

“What do I need to do? Wrap you in pillows?”

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Botanical Interest

Soft!Mob!Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: You’re a florist working the wedding of Brooklyn’s most respected mob boss when you catch the eye of his best man.

W/C: 1557

Warnings: Allusions to violence, swearing, copious amounts of blushing

A/N: My second ever fic! I wrote this as an entry to @stargazingfangirl18 ‘s Soft Dark 5k Challenge (congrats!) using dialogue prompt 9 (bolded) with a Mob!AU. No smut, just fluff. While I’m a sucker for Soft!Dark I thought I’d keep it light and fluffy! Might enter a second one with some darker themes.

I’m brand new to writing and the fandom so if you want you can check out my first fic (also a Mob!AU!) and please reach out with any and all comments or thoughts! I’m eager to know!! Cheers!

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The first time you saw him you didn’t actually see him because you ran square into him while you were looking the other way. Stubbing your nose right into his chest and nearly spilling the contents of the box you were holding.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going and I’ve got so much to do so I’ve been running around and I just didn’t see you I’m-“

“Forgiven. You’re forgiven, sweetheart” a smoky voice with confidence and amusement informed you.

You loved being a florist but you were short handed for this wedding and needed to get a move on. You wouldn’t have taken the job but the infamous Bucky Barnes, King of Brooklyn himself was getting married. It would be great exposure for you but when a man like him asks something of you you don’t exactly have a choice. In all the chaos of it you didn’t watch your step.

Cheeks still burning with embarrassment, your eyes met those of Barnes’ right hand man, Steve Rogers. Now you weren’t just embarrassed you were nervous.

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