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Can i get #1, #35, and #17 for the cliche prompts with klaus pretty please?

There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Do you trust me?” is a sentence that, if ever fails from Klaus’ lips, you should say no. You should always say no. But time and time again, you don’t say no. You say yes, and a smile lights up his eyes and you know you’re in for it. Without fail it always ends similar to this. Whether it’s picked up by cops or one of his siblings, or being chased and hounded until sunrise. But you’re always compelled to say yes. Yes, yes, yes. So when you find yourselves chased by men with guns who certainly looked out of the ordinary, you’re saying yes to the first alley he tries to pull you into when they’re for once out of sight.

He runs ahead, lanky legs giving him an edge. Damn those long legs of his, he’s fast when he isn’t stumbling. But keeping you close, he reaches back to grab your hand which you willingly meet in grasp, and he swings you around to be the first one in the alley. Always making sure you’re the one safe before himself. He knows he could reasonably handle what came his way, and if he couldn’t he’d improvise. But you; you he had to protect. You couldn’t be put in danger because of him. When he finally catches up to the momentum

in his arms, he’s flush against you and you’re flush against the wall. It would be something you’d do as lovers did if this were some other circumstance or timeline. His arms instinctively move to cage yours, as if he’d somehow hold everything bad (but especially those guys with the guns) at bay.

You’re shocked at the closeness, how his chest almost touches yours, how your noses could brush if you moved uneasy. The way you could slip into an embrace, as if what this was wasn’t an embrace already. Your heart hammers in your chest and you swear he can hear it, but maybe not, your both struggling to catch your breath, just out of sight of anyone who might run by.

“Why— uh, why’d you agree to come with me tonight? I mean not that I’m complaining, I just thought you’d have something better to do than...” and he trails off.

“I can’t say no to you. Never could.”

“Can you say no to this?” He whispers, and takes a risk, the biggest of the night. He leans in, just slightly, just enough to brush his lips against yours and to feel what it must feel like to—

“I think I’m in love with you,” you murmur against his lips, and he pulls back abruptly.

“You? Me? Yeah?” He can’t form a sentence, and thats okay.

“How could I say no to you?”

#8.75/10 #reads like poetry #when klaus is written soft it makes me soft #short read good read #cliche prompts are gold #💛#jynandtonics i see you

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The Eboys Dating an Actress

“could I please request a headcanon for alex dating an actress?”

“would you ever do a request where the reader is dating all 4 of them and she is a famous actress or something?”

Gif cred. @sdmngifs

A head canon.

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#8.75/10 #damn it blueeyedgeorge has done it again #eboys are my drug of choice #headcannons are underappreciated #i don't drift towards poly fics usually #but damn #poly fic at its best #adorable young men #willne is a beautiful bean #imallexx is baby #soft memeulous #heart eyes james marriott

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Boys Like You (Steve Harrington/Reader)

Summary: You’re sure Steve Harrington will never notice you. Billy Hargrove sets out to prove you wrong.

Word Count: 2.2k

Author’s Note: Inspired by the song Boys Like You by Kids at Midnight. This is my first Steve Harrington fic, so I’m a bit nervous about this. If you like this, then letting me know would make my day.

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“Harrington again? Really, Y/N?”

“Shut up,” you muttered, clutching your journal closer to your chest.

Billy shot you an unimpressed look before glancing pointedly at the journal. Or maybe he was looking at your chest. With Billy, it was always a little hard to tell.

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#9/10 #natural dialogue #steve 'the hair' harrington #insecure reader #yet she knows what she wants #the people deserve a part two #we demand it #imagine-you-are's work is new to me #looking forward to more

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Promise Me Masterlist

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: tagged by chapter

Summary: Spencer’s never been the best with words. The irony of this doesn’t escape him, but as he thinks back on those four specific moments that pushed you closer and closer toward him, he comes to realize that you never really needed him to be. Or: 4 times you tell Reid you love him, 1 time he tells you.

Chapter One: You’ll Always Have Me

Chapter Two: Red is a Wondrous Color

Chapter Three: In the Name of Dry Shoes

Chapter Four: I Want to Take It With Me

Chapter Five: Ten Minutes and Two Centimeters

#9/10 #multi-part work #beautiful backbeat throughout #good gif pairing #there are never enough spencer reid fics #a must read #spencer reid 👏 is 👏 a sweetheart 👏#gayouijaboard is a master of the craft

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The Crystal Cave

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(Part 1, Part 2)

Summary: A Merlin Aladdin AU where Arthur is the prince and the reader is the street rat. A powerful force is searching for the Crystal Cave for unknown reasons, but it seems as though there’s a small fluke in their plan.

Pairing: Arthur Pendragon and Female Reader (Romance)

Word Count: 1.3k

(A/N: When I got this request I was so excited and I still am! This was so much fun and I hope you all enjoy it!)

Nimueh’s shadowy figure could be seen sitting on a white horse at the top of the hill. She was looking out on the valley below her, continuously scanning the land as she searched for something. The sounds of the night surrounded her and she tilted her head as a hooting owl flew off to her right. It was the middle of the night and pitch-black save for the faint light that shone down from the crescent moon in the sky. The stars had barely started to twinkle to life, but the inky shadows of the night didn’t seem to bother Nimueh. She was entirely calm, one hand resting against the horse’s neck as her eyes continued to scan the valley. She sat completely still, watching and waiting for something or, perhaps, someone to appear.

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#8.5/10 #multi-part work #so worth the read #author has good grasp of the character #excellent execution of an unique concept #bathed-in-lilac deserves more recognition #no shortage of creative ideas #i do be a merlin simp though 😔

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opposites attract (five x reader)

requested by : @zosiaduda - Could you write Five x Reader where reader is a total opposite to Five. Like she is very cheerful, optimistic, wear colorful clothes etc. etc

a/n : thank u for the rec! hope u enjoy<3

You happily bumbled up the stairs of the Umbrella Academy, holding a bag of shopping. A brilliant grin spread across your face as you opened the door to your boyfriend’s bedroom. He chuckled slightly when he saw you, the dullness never straying from his voice.

“Why are you so happy?”

“I bought you things.” You smiled, making your way over to the bed and grabbing his hands in yours. After quickly pecking his lips, you covered his eyes with your hand, pulling something out of the bag. Five’s brows furrowed together at the loud sound of rustling beside him and tried to move your hand to which you scolded him. “Okay, ready?” Removing your hand, you held up a brightly coloured jumper, the grin widening, waiting for his reaction.

“Isn’t that a little big for you?” Five asked, and you burst into a fit of laughter. His brows furrowed further until you had stopped laughing. “What’s so funny?”

“It’s not for me, silly. It’s for you!” Five’s face dropped of all emotion at your words. He was silent for a while, his eyes scanning over the fabric until he grimaced.

“There is no way I’m wearing that.”

“What? Why not?” Anything left of a smile completely fell from your face, an awful feeling passing through you.

“Y/N, it’s hideous.”

“Oh.” It came out of you like a whimper. You stuffed the jumper back into the bag, trying to blink away the tears that formed in your eyes. You couldn’t really explain why you were so hurt. It was supposed to be a nice gift, but you had ruined it. He hates bright colours! Of course, why couldn’t you remember that before you had bought it? You were so certain that he would like it that you through the receipt away without a second thought.

“It’s perfect for you, but not for me.”

“I’m sorry, I just… I thought it might make you happy.”

“I am happy.”

“Are you sure? It was supposed to be nice. You were supposed to like it.” A small sniffle escaped you and Five chuckled, pulling you into a hug.

“Why don’t you have it?” You pulled away from him, frowning at his suggestion.

“I bought it for you.”

“I know. And I’m giving it to you.” He gesticulated and the wide smile that you usually wore returned to your face. Pulling it back out of the bag, you tried it on, giggling when you looked down at your body in such bright colours.

“I love it!” Five chuckled at your exclamation, sitting at his desk while he worked on something. The grin slowly slipped from your face again, and you swayed in anxiousness. “F—Five?”

“Yep?”

“Do you think we’re supposed to be together?” You bit your lip at the stiffening of Five’s neck, his pencil making such a loud noise on the table against the silence. He turned on his chair to look at you, but you avoided his gaze.

“What makes you say that?” His voice was soft. He sounded hurt by the question. As if you were questioning if you really wanted to be with him, one of Five’s biggest fears, along with losing you in whatever way.

“Only that we’re so different. Y’know, maybe you’d be better suited with someone who shared your interests. Someone who likes coffee and sitting in the dark and dressing in dark colours. Someone who won’t annoy you and end up keeping something that they bought for you. Someone who—”

“Y/N.” He interrupted. “I don’t want anyone apart from you.” A small smile crept onto your face.

“You promise?”

“I promise. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled as he pulled you into his lap, embracing you. You rested your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, breathing along softly with him. It wasn’t a lie, you both loved each other more than anything, you just thought there were better people suited for him. But after all, opposites attract.

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#8.75/10 #I don’t want anyone apart from you #what a hard-hitting line #opposites attract #classic fanfic trope done well #good rhythm read #sokkasdarling is a bad bitch #and no i will not elaborate #💛💛

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the secret’s out

Ethan Payne (behzinga) x reader

word count: 1.9k

can write a fic where reader is pissed at jj for spoiling the fact her and Ethan were having a baby (like in the sidemen reacts where he makes the comment?). hope that’s okay xx

“Bro, kids are such little demons.”

“Well, you’re gonna have one soon.”

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#8/10 #short and sweet read #domestic fluff #pretty work for pretty boy #protective behzinga is a MOOD #i've said it before and i'll say it again #adore pregnant reader imagines #instagram mention #behzynga i think you dropped this >> 👑

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Looking after him ~ Memeulous Oneshot

You were at Will’s flat watching ‘Beauty and the Beast’ with Gee and Mia on the sofa. Will, George and Alex were filming a video in Will’s room. You had lost interest in the film about 30 minutes in when a certain masked alpha male started to fill your thoughts.

You and George had always had a special kind of friendship, always jokingly flirting and being more touchy feely with each other. The only difference between you both acting this way towards each other is that for you, it’s real, all the compliments and harmless innuendos you’ve directed to him over the last 3 years of knowing each other, you believed them all.

It wasn’t real to him though, he missed the times when you would blush at the words instead of laughing them off like he does. He doesn’t see the hurt in your eyes when he puts “only joking” at the end of his sentence or see the way your heart breaks when he calls another girl 'fit’ or 'Peng’.

You were simply just in love with the guy, it scared you. It scared you how much you were willing to do for him, how much it would hurt if he rejected you or got a girlfriend that wasn’t you.

And then he did.

He got a girlfriend.

Her name was Amber, she was pretty. But that was all she really had going for her, she didn’t want George, she wanted his money. His fame.

She hated when he spent time with his friends, and especially you. There were many occasions where she would “accidentally” spill her drink on you when you all went out, or call George to hang out when she knew you were meant to have plans.

And every single time, he would blow you off for her. It got to the point where you didn’t even bother trying to make plans with him.

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The movie was almost finished when the doorbell rang, tearing you away from your thoughts. Will came through the living area to answer the door, you craned your neck to see who had decided to come over at 2am.

You heard her before you saw her.

The high squeaky voice that make your whole body shudder.

You heard Will quietly groan and then saw Gee and Mia roll their eyes when they realised who was here. Their reactions made you snigger.

Her heels clicked on the laminated flooring, while will was carrying her coat and bag like a donkey behind her, looking ready to throw them out the window at the first chance he got.

As soon as her eyes landed on you, a dirty look instantly wiped across her face making you turn back to the TV rolling your eyes. Alex and George submerged from Will’s room to see who had arrived. When Alex saw Amber, his small smile instantly turned into a scowl before he came to sit by you hoping she wouldn’t acknowledge him.

However, when George saw her, he instantly grabbed her and kissed her making the rest of you fake gag and Alex covered your eyes before whispering in your ear,

“You shouldn’t have to see this torture, not when it should be you up there,” you giggled and lightly slapped his arm. Everyone knew of you’re liking for blue eyed man, apart from George that is.

Once the lovely couple (note the sarcasm) had finished eating each others faces, Will suggested watching a bit of YouTube. So everyone settled down on the sofa, chairs and floor etc. and you started watching all different types of channels.

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After about an hour of watching, Amber’s phone rang and went to the bathroom to answer it, which you all thought was kind of weird but didn’t question it.

5 minutes later, Alex went to get his water from Will’s room, but he only made it half way before turning around and furiously making it back to everyone. You all looked up with confused expressions when we saw the reddened, angry expression on his face.

“George,” he muttered through gritted teeth, “I think you might want to hear what your girlfriend is saying in that bathroom,"

As confused as everyone else, George got up and made his way to the room that is occupied by his girlfriend.

Alex sat down, ignoring the rest of you when questioned on what was happening.

Then you heard the yelling. You heard the excuses.

She was cheating, I don’t think anyone was really that surprised, but you still stayed silent as you heard him say it’s over. You stayed silent when she ran out slamming the door. You stayed silent when you heard George punch the wall.

You stayed silent when you heard his heart break.

You looked at each other, not quite sure what to do. Then Mia cleared her throat, that being the only noise in the thick invisible cloud of sorrow.

"Y/N, I think maybe you should go to him,” you looked at her confused.

“Me? why me? Surely it should be one of the guys..” you trailed off when everyone nodded agreeing with her statement.

“No” Will said, “She’s right, it should be you, you’re the closest to him, he cares about you the most.. more than you think,"

You didn’t get to question him on the last statement because Alex and Gee were already pushing you up and towards the direction of the muffled sobs coming from the boy you loved.

When you made it to the bathroom, the door was open and you saw the most heart breaking scene anyone could ever witness.

George was sat on the floor, with his hands over his face and knees to his chest, just crying. You cautiously made your way over to him and slid down so you were sat next to him. He jumped when he felt you’re arms slide around his shoulders, clearly he hadn’t heard you coming due to him drowning any sound out with his own sobs.

He looked up at you, his cheeks red and his eyes puffy. As soon as he registered it was you, he practically tackled you to the ground, just needing to be held.

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You stayed in that position for what felt like months but was actually just half an hour. You just held him, not saying anything.

"I’m sorry Georgie, I wish I could make all this pain go away love, but it will get better, I promise me and the guys will make sure of that,” you broke the silence before placing a soft kiss to his head which was situated under your chin on your chest.

He didn’t say anything, he just tightened his grip on your waist to show he heard.

Time skip to 3 months later:

Ever since that night, you and the guys have helped George to get back on his feet and he’s much more like himself now. It was like Amber had never even existed, George had been able to hang out with everyone a lot more just like before. You and George were even closer than before, if that’s even possible.

Tonight was Mia’s birthday and so you were throwing her a party at Will’s. You, George and Alex decided to go together since you all lived in the same building. You climbed out of the Uber and George immediately grabbed your hand pulling you into the building, making you blush ferociously while Alex was making kissy faces when George wasn’t looking.

It was about 40 minutes into the party and you was talking to Talia and Simon about anything and everything, when you look over Talia’s shoulder to see George waving you out to the balcony with him.

You politely excused yourself from the conversation and made your way over to George who was leaning on balcony looking out over London. You tapped his back once breathing out a hello.

He shoots you a toothy grin and pulls you in by the waist so you are pretty much leaning into his side.

“Thank you,” he spoke, making you look up at him curiously, “for being here I mean, if it weren’t for you, I’d still be in bed wrapped in my duvet like a caterpillar in a cocoon,"

"I’ll always be here for you georgie, you know that, you mean a lot to me,” you admitted.

“And you mean everything to me” he turned his body to you and you did the same to him, “I was stupid, I’ve always been in love with you Y/N, I thought that if I got a girlfriend then I’d be able to get rid of my feelings for you. But it just did the opposite, it made them stronger and I know you won’t like me back and I’m potentially ruining this incredible friendship right now, but I had to tell you before I went mental. I am completely and utterly in lover with you and I’m not even sorry.”

You were in total shock, after all this time he loved you back.

Then it hit you, HE LOVES YOU BACK.

You shook out of your thoughts and wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him towards you.

You felt as if you were flying when your lips finally connected with his.

After what felt like eternity, you pulled away grinning like crazy people.

“I love you too Georgie, always have,”

“You’re actually so peng” he replied, making you laugh.

You spent the rest of the night glued to his side while he showed you off to anyone he saw and introducing yourself as Memeulous’ girlfriend.

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#8.5/10 #great work from a great author #heart-melting dialogue #denied emotions at its best #soft memeulous #you love to see it #overall good pacing #includes time skip

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Everybody wants to rule the world (number 5 x reader)

Ask: the reader somehow survives the apocalypse and gets found by five and they spend a couple of years together, in those years they learn about eachother , unfortunately the reader doesn´t make it through the 45 years and dies somehow. When jumping back in time, five goes to find the reader at Griddy’s and goes to check on her often and talk with her over coffee, when the apocalypse comes he brings her along with their siblings and also back in time and tells her he’s not loosing her again

A/N: Hope this is what you wanted, they’re both 16 at the start like lets pretend instead of running away at 13 he waited a few more years. when he goes back in time to 2019 theyre both 16 just like idk its easier to write them both being 16+

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Worked dragged on cold, quiet nights, sometimes the minimum wage job at the small town diner didn’t quite seem worth it, forcing a smile on your face at every new customer. “Can you go down to the freezer and get some ice please, sweety?” Smiling, you nod at your coworker, starting your descent down the steep steps to the basement. You never understood why it was placed quite so far down under Griddy’s but it was a welcome break, the near freezing air cooled your skin.

Deep into the freezer, you hear the door gently click shut behind you as you try to find any ice left at all. Once you spotted one, high up on the top shelf, you reach up on your tiptoes, your finger just skimming the cold plastic bag before you were thrown to the ground by an astronomical force followed promptly by a loud bang that resonated in your chest.

Before you could even gain a sense of what was happening another bang wracked through your body, followed by another, only for multiple hitting all at once almost like a nuclear strike, hell, it was a nuclear strike, that was the only reasoning you could think of to explain what was happening. Then it went silent, you find the courage to shakily make your way onto your feet, slowly edging towards the door.

Quivering, your fingers skimmed the cold door handle of the freezer, almost opening it before being thrown across the freezer by a shockwave, your back slamming against the floor giving you whiplash. Darkness filled the corners of your eyes as the world above you collapsed, the cold from the freezer almost freezing you in place as slowly, everything went black.

Cold seeped into your core as your eyes regained focus, as memories came flooding back tears came flooding in. Ignoring the pain from your back you throw yourself towards the door, begging for it to swing open to reveal that everything is normal only to be greeted with a door full of rubble. Without a second thought you start trying to dig through the rubble with your bare hands, almost instantly getting cuts and debris on your hands, only for a large rumble to cut through the quiet, you run away from the door as you watch it all fall down into the freezer.

“VANYA?”

Your head turns to the freezer door, seeing a stream of light just shining through the top, the outside world, and someone was there. “HELP!” You shout with every ounce of your body.

“HELP!”

Five couldn’t believe his ears, someone was still alive. He tried to find where the sound was coming from then he heard the call for help again, clear as day. Running in the direction it came from, he desperately searched for the sound of the voice before it was too late.

“Hello? Where are you?”

You see a shadow cross the small gap that separates you from the outside world, you hoped it was someone, anything. “I’m here! I’m right here. Look down.” The shadow moved back across the hole, stopping directly in front of it. Suddenly, he was behind you in a flash of blue, you turn to face him, not even bothering to question how he did that and threw yourself towards him and giving him a tight embrace.

When you release him and look around you’re on the surface, your eyes taking in the wasteland of the world. Your mouth fell open at the sight, turning around to see Griddys crumbled to the floor, buildings on fire and people lying dead.

“What happened?” Locking eyes with the boy, you hoped he had an answer.

“I was about to ask you the same thing. How long were you down there?”

“I think since last night,” Your eyes started to water as you spoke, looking at the smashed up Griddy’s sign lying on the floor. “I went to get some ice from the freezer and next thing I knew there was all these bangs going off, like bombs.” You mimicked an explosion with your hands before continuing. “Just before I could try and open the freezer door, a shockwave from something big hitting, I got thrown back and went unconscious.”

“Shit.”

“I’m y/n, I think we might be sticking around each other for a while.”

“Five.” He stuck out his hand, a sad smile on his face.

It was hard fending for yourselves, you were lucky that Five had some survival skills but even with some skills, it was hard. Two teenagers should never be left to fend for themselves, let alone be left as the last ones alive. You taught each other some vital things however, you teaching Five how to cook with limited food and supplies and other small things you’d picked up in your life and Five taught you how to fight and protect yourself, you were quite the team.

Slowly, you became more than a team, more than just two people trying to survive. As the years went on, you were surviving for each other, Five was trying to get the maths right so you could go back together, stop the apocalypse together and live happily, together. No label could describe your relationship but at the same time there was no need to label the relationship when there was only the two of you in the world, it was something special just for you two, the world was yours.

He knew everything about you, your job, favourite movie and book, how you liked greek mythology and the stars. On a night, you’d lie looking at the stars, running your hand through his hair and telling him about a different Greek God and their relation to the stars.

“And that one-” You stopped dead in your tracks, the moon was full but something wasn’t right with it, a part of it was missing. “Five, a part of the moon is missing.”

“Huh?” He squinted his eyes to look at the moon. “Holy shit.”

Now it was just a game of determining how the moon broke, if it was the moon that truly caused the apocalypse. You had plenty of time to think about it as Five worked on his equation to get you both back home. He’d been working on it for years, you weren’t sure how many years had past but you were both much older now, more mature and smart, even if you did have to educate yourselves using whatever books you could find.

A heat wave wracked through the area, fatiguing you and Five during your travels. You’d walked for miles in the blistering heat, there was a welcoming sight of shade next to an upstanding building which was a rare sight. Gratefully, you move into the shade and rest your back against the tall wall, noticing all the exposed beam poles, dangerously hanging exposed above.

But you’d run out of luck, it was bound to happen eventually, almost as if in slow motion the wall gave out behind you and down came the beams, piercing right through you. Everything was numb yet your eyes were open rivers, the memories of you and Five flashed before your eyes, he was your whole life, the love of your life and you ruined it just as quickly as it started. Five was right next to you, begging you to keep living yet you couldn’t hear him as everything went blurry.

“I’ll wait for you in the past Five, just don’t forget to come get me, okay?” You never heard an answer just the ever deafening ringing that consumed your mind as it went blank, all you could make out was him sat right next to you, saying something but you weren’t sure what. Weakly, you raised your hand to his cheek. “I love you.” You spoke, then everything went black.

Work was always slow on the weekdays, with most people being at work it made for a quiet and relaxing shift. A chime echoed through the diner, signalling a new customer. Smiling, you were met face to face with a boy around your age, almost looking at you in awe.

“Hi, how can I help?” Your pen was poised ready to write down his order.

“Black coffee, please.” He seemed nervous, you just smiled and went to get his coffee, coming back and pouring it in front of him. “I like your bracelet, it’s the constellation for Gaia, right? The Goddess of the earth?”

“Wow, yeah,” You smiled to yourself before locking eyes with him. “You know your stuff.”

“I had a friend, a long time ago,” taking the mug, he held it in both his hands as he talked. “They taught me all about the different constellations and their relation to the Gods.” He took a sip.

“I think I’d get along swell with your friend.” You leant against the counter, you felt a wave of deja vu as you spoke to him, he seemed so familiar but you were certain you hadn’t met him before.

“I haven’t seen them in years, maybe I could be the next best thing. I’m Five.” He held out his hand.

Gently, you took it. “I’m y/n.”

As soon as you released his grip, the bell rang again and in came people in black suits and guns, all pointing at Five. Just before you were going to speak Five cut you off.

“Duck.”

Shots ricocheted around the diner as you dropped to the floor behind the counter, frozen in fear you couldn’t move. You didn’t even want to know what was going on behind you, you just kept your eyes firmly shut, hoping it would all be some big dream that you’ll wake up from. As soon as the shooting had stopped you felt a pair of hands on yours.

“Don’t move.” It was Five, a sudden sickening feeling came over you followed by a wave of disotatation. When you open your eyes you’re in an unfamiliar room with Five, the boy you’d met mere minutes ago. “Please hear me out, I can explain everything.”

So you listened and tried to take everything in, the apocalypse, you surviving, building a life with Five and being essentially the last people on earth, then you died. It was overwhelming, the entire situation but one thing struck you, is there any proof?

“Can you prove it? Prove that any of this happened and that you’re not just crazy.” He sighed.

“Promise you won’t freak out?” Once you nodded, he handed you a picture, a picture of you and him but older. “After about 3 years of walking, we found a polaroid camera that only had one film left so we took a picture together.” It was most definitely the both of you in that photo, smiling behind a wasteland behind you.

“I also have this.” He pulled out a silver chain and handed it to you, it was your bracelet. “It’s one of a kind right? You’re grandad made it for you.” He was right, there was only ever one of these bracelets but he had the exact same one.

“So we were the last ones standing?” He nodded. “Cool.” It was not cool at all, it was terrifying.

“I’m going to stop the apocalypse, y/n, but I can’t do it without you. I can’t lose you again.”

You stare at the items in your hand before locking eyes with him. “Okay, me and you, we’re gonna stop this. I promise.”

#8.75/10 #i'll wait for you #heartbreaking line #i just need a minute #😢#characterization on point #obvious research done #would reread #klaus-is-the-real-number-1 at it again being better than all of us

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Hello! May I request cooking and “No, no, no. I know where this is gonna lead. We do not have the time for sex.” with Nathan?

Prompt: Cooking + “No, no, no. I know where this is gonna lead. We do not have the time for sex.”

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Checking your watch you swore under your breath as you glanced back up, reaching for the skillet that was being to burn. “Shit, shit, shit,” you hissed, moving it off the heat. Yep, it was burnt.

Cooking had never been one of your strong suits, and you were even worse at it when under pressure.

“God dammit,” you growled under your breath, sighing as you looked down at the pathetic sight before you. Maybe you could still save the meal, you wondered when you felt Nathan’s arms wrap around you from behind, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder.

“What’s that burnin’ smell?” he asked and you groaned, your shoulders sagging as he looked down at the stove top. “Oh, that’s… uh, is that even still edible?” he asked and you attempted to shrug him off in your annoyance.

“Maybe,” you growled, but Nathan stayed put, chuckling softly as his hands began to roam. Attempting to ignore this you shoved the burned skillet off to the side and reached instead for the pot bubbling away on the back burner and began to stir.

When you felt Nathan pull back your hair and his lips brush against your neck you stiffened, forgetting to breathe for a moment as his mouth moved down your shoulder, his hand slowly creeping up under your shirt.

“Ohh--” a soft moan slipped through your lips before you could catch it, quickly shaking yourself out of it to continue to cook.

“I heard that,” he murmured, a shit eating grin on his face as he switched sides and you frowned, your body reacting on its own as you arched against him, his other hand teasing the skin right above the waist of your jeans, the tips of his fingers slipping lower with some effort.

“No, no, no. I know where this is gonna lead,” you exclaimed, taking a deep breath and turning to face him, “We do not have the time for sex. I just have enough time to finish dinner before we have to leave,” you insisted.

“Nonsense, there’s always time for a quickie,” he purred, leaning in to kiss you as you leaned just far enough back that he couldn’t reach.

“Yeah, because you can’t last long,” you shot back with a wicked smirk, your eyes flicking up to his.

“Hey now, low blow!” he replied indignantly. “I’ve gotten better at not leavin’ yeh wantin’ afterwards,” he said, pouting and you grinned, rolling your eyes. “C’mon, you know you want to,” he insisted, glancing past you at the stove. “Besides, I don’t think even you wanna eat that,” he said and you twisted, looking back at the stove and scowling -- the pot had bubbled over and the sauce was starting to look a bit curdled.

With a huff you flipped off the burners and turned back to Nathan. “Fine, we’ll pick up something to eat on the way to the show,” you said, giving in, wrapping your arms around his neck and a grin tugged at his lips before he surged forward to kiss you, lifting you awkwardly to set on the counter, managing to bang the back of your head on the overhead cabinet and almost knocking several dishes to the ground in his haste.

“Woops,” he murmured against your lips, kissing you sloppily as you laughed, holding onto him tighter so as not to fall before helping him work your jeans down and free his cock. Wasting no time, he was inside you and you had to let go of his shoulder with one arm to anchor yourself; pushing your ass closer to the edge of the counter as he held onto your hips, thrusting into you with abandon.

It was lucky he was so tall or this would be a lot more awkward, you thought, though you had to admit, there were much more uncomfortable places you’d fucked in your new apartment over the past week and once you’d both came, Nathan panting heavily as he leaned over you, his unruly sweat dampened curls falling into his eyes, you pushed them out of his face to kiss his forehead.

“So, dinner was a bust, but I think this was worth it,” you said, drawing a chuckle from your boyfriend and he wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you closer as you took his face in your hands to kiss him as he helped you down.

“Good, because we might be late now,” Nathan admitted reluctantly, glancing over at the clock on the stove, grimacing as you pulled your jeans up.

“You arse!” you muttered, swatting at him, though the way your lips twitched told him you weren’t that mad.

“Oh please, you liked it,” he exclaimed, letting you push him toward the door.

“That’s besides the point.”

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#8.55/10 #i mean #just saying #👀👀#not a situation you see in smut a lot #robert sheehan is fire emoji

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Hello there! I don't know if you're still taking requests, but if you do, I was thinking about a prompt for Nathan Young. How would Nathan react, if reader had a boy best friend and he would visit her in the community center?

Fandom: Misfits Pairing: Nathan x Reader Word Count: 977 Rating: T a/n: How did you know I was itching to write some jealous!Nathan? Thank you for the request!

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“Hey,” Nathan hissed, nudging Kelly’s arm to get her attention. “Who’s that bloke over there?” he asked, peering across the room, eyes narrowed at the guy who was currently chatting up [Y/N]; an all too friendly grin on his face — much too friendly for Nathan’s liking.

Kelly rolled her eyes with a heavy sigh before pausing what she was working on to glance over to where Nathan was gesturing.

“Dunno. Never seen ‘im before,” she answered with a shrug. “Looks like [Y/N] knows ‘im though,” she pointed out before returning to sorting through the pile of donated clothes in front of her.

“What, you’re not even curious?” Nathan gasped incredulously.

“Uh, no. Not really,” she replied without looking up.

“Oh come on! He could be some sort o’ creeper!”

Annoyed, Kelly finally looked up, fixing Nathan with a knowing stare. “What, you jealous?” she asked pointedly.

“No,” he replied defensively, taking a step back, his eyes darting over to [Y/N] and back again. “That’s just… that’s--” he floundered as Kelly merely raised an eyebrow, his thoughts coming through loud and clear.

What’s he got that I haven’t, huh? I mean, probably besides money and a car and… Aw, shit, she can hear me.

“Leave it alone, Nathan. It’s probably not what you think.”

Sulking, his eyes sought [Y/N] once more, a frown pulling at his lips as she laughed at something the guy’d said.

“No, y’know what, I’m goin’ over there and I’m gunna get t’the bottom of this,” he announced, drawing himself up to his full height before turning on his heel and striding away, leaving Kelly shaking her head.

“He’s gunna make an ass of himself, isn’t he?” Alisha muttered, leaning past Kelly to watch.

“Uh huh,” Kelly answered, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Well, at least it should be entertaining,” Alisha said with a smirk.

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Swaggering over, Nathan leaned nonchalantly against the nearby pillar, eyeing you pointedly. “Hey there,” he interrupted, “gunna introduce me to your… friend, [Y/N]?” he asked obnoxiously before flashing a hollow grin at the guy across from you.”

“Alright,” you answered slowly, glancing from Nathan to your friend and rolling your eyes. “Nathan, this is my best mate, Max. Max, this is… Nathan,” you introduced, pausing, unsure exactly what Nathan was to you.

“All right there mate,” Max said, nodding in greeting, trying to be friendly.

“So, Max, what’re you doin’ here, huh? Just in the neighborhood, or? What, just thinkin’ about volunteering?” he sneered, planting his hands on his hips.

“No, actually, I realized [Y/N] left her jacket at my place last night, so I came by to drop it off to her,” he answered, holding up your jacket as proof.

At Max’s words Nathan’s brows shot up, his mouth gaping silently. “Your place, huh?” he managed to get out, a scowl turning the corners of his mouth down and you knew exactly what he was thinking; you didn’t need Kelly’s powers -- it was written all over his face.

“Yeah. Well, I better get going,” Max said, brushing past Nathan as he moved in for a hug.

“Right, thanks again, Max. I’ll text ya later,” you murmured, squeezing him back, your eyes flicking to Nathan’s who narrowed suspiciously.

As soon as your friend was gone, he rounded on you. “So, you and him, huh?” he asked, and you had to fight back an amused grin.

“It’s really not what you’re thinking, Nathan,” you said, slipping past him to take your jacket back to the locker room, Nathan trailing behind you.

“Oh, I think it's pretty obvious what it is,” he exclaimed as you opened your locker. “You’re totally shagging that guy. And here I thought we had a good thing going.”

Hanging up your jacket and shutting the locker door, you spun around to face him, tilting your chin up to meet his fiery gaze.

“Jealous, much?” you asked, planting your hands on your hips.

“I’m not--!” Nathan began, but you cut him off.

“I told you, Max is my friend, that’s all.”

“But!”

“And I was at his place last night for band practice, with the rest of my bandmates,” you explained, watching as Nathan realized maybe he’d made a mistake after all, but not wanting to admit it.

“You gotta admit, in my defense, it did look rather…”

“Uh huh,” you cut in sarcastically, your hands running up the front of his jumpsuit, to grasp at his lapels, yanking him closer. “You know, you’re lucky you’re kinda cute when you’re jealous,” you murmured, smirking up at him.

“Hey, I told you, I wasn’t jealous,” he insisted, his eyes flicking to your mouth.

“Uh huh, sure you wasn’t,” you agreed, a grin playing at your lips.

“I wasn’t!”

Loosening your grasp on his jumpsuit you gave a sigh. “Well, I guess if you weren’t jealous then I don’t have to prove to you that you have nothing to be jealous about, after all.”

Moving to step past him, he caught you by the arms holding you in place against the lockers. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on. Maybe I was… a little… jealous,” he admitted, leaning in, holding your gaze and you couldn’t help but laugh at how adorable the pout he wore was.

“Well then, shut up and come here and kiss me, ya fuckin’ idiot,” you murmured, pulling him closer, not ready for the intensity with which his lips met yours, gasping as he pressed you back against the lockers.

“Ew, really?”

Alisha’s voice pulled you up short, but Nathan didn’t stop, merely flashing her the bird and waving for her to go away as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours, and you barely heard Alisha’s annoyed “whatever” before she stalked away, leaving you and Nathan blessedly alone once more.

#9.25/10 #i'll die saying it but #I ADORE JEALOUS TROPE #i am SOFT for one lanky man #would love to see more jealous nathan #do read #you won't regret it #nathan young #big name author in misfit fanfics

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blink of an eye.

50 Wordless Ways to Say “I Love You”: 7. Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise.

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Word Count: 1,095 words

Warning: Swearing

It’s bruising.

Five rolls his pajama sleeve up to his elbow and stares at the black umbrella on his wrist, tracing over the inked lines and the dappled, purpling skin between them. His frown deepens. He didn’t know that it could bruise. What a pain in the ass.

If there’s one thing that he, his siblings, and you all agree on, it’s that all of you hate the damn thing. None of you need a tattoo to remember your connection to everyone else, like Dad had claimed. The uniforms, missions, and nonstop training sessions are enough.

Someone knocks. Five tears his gaze away from the tattoo to look up at where you linger in the doorway, already dressed in your street clothes.

Your eyes fall on his wrist. “Oh – does yours still hurt, too?” you say. You close the door quietly and walk toward his bed, sitting down next to him. Fatigue lines your face, but you still manage a smile, like always.

“It’s just bruised,” he answers, glancing down at it again before moving on to examine your left arm. Like him, you had rolled your sleeve up so it wouldn’t rub against your skin.

“Mine still aches a bit. No bruises, though.” You lean in closer to examine his wrist, and your smile fades. “Oh, wow. That looks pretty bad.”

“It’s fine.”

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#8.5/10 #five being reluctant to his feelings is a MOOD #bruises are classic in fanfics #nice to see a unique twist on them #i've had a tattoo bruise BAD #it hurt #obsessed with number eight reader

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Hello!! I saw you were open to request so I was wondering if you could do a five x reader (TUA) from the list prompt. #41 ☺️☺️

a/n: this ended up being a bit angsty oop and includes some slight Ben x reader but yeah hope you enjoy!

taken from this prompt list

“Your dinner’s getting cold.”

“I don’t care,” you mumble softly.

“If you don’t come inside soon Luther’s going to eat it,” Five points out, rolling his eyes at the lack of response from you. He knows it’s pointless trying to get you back inside, but he’s the only one willing to try. His patience is running thin, but he manages to remain calm and as understanding as he can be during your time of need. Today marked one month since Ben’s passing, and you were still trying to figure out how to keep it together.

“Let him have it. I’m not hungry.”

“Y/n, come on, it’s starting to snow and you’re just going to get sick staying out here all day,” Five chides. “You don’t have to eat but at least come back inside.”

“I just want to sit with him for a little longer,” you argue with a sniffle that sends pains straight to Five’s chest. Anyone could see how close you and Ben had been, how your friendship would have turned into more if not for the circumstances, and despite not being your first choice Five promised himself he’d look after you in your vulnerable state. Because that’s what you do when you love someone, even if they don’t love you back.

“Do you promise you’ll come back inside within the next half hour?” Five prods gently, satisfied at the sight of your subtle nod. “Okay.”

He lingers for a moment, watching the quiet shake of your shoulders from the cold, and after an internal struggle with his feelings and his ego he carefully slips off his coat and drapes it over your shoulders.

“I’m here if you need me,” Five murmurs gently, giving you one last longing look before leaving you alone to mourn in peace.

#9/10 #V STRONG WORK #great work with depth and emotion #adore the added spice of slight ben x reader #helaintoloki is a WRITER writer #dependable #and takes requests!

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My Glow Up ~ ImAllexx

Summary: Alex lets hate comments get to him; he questions himself and his relationship with Y/N.

Pairing: imallexx x reader

Warning: N/A

Word Count: 1k

ImAllexx · 2019-11-5 “my glow up after you lot destroy my self-esteem and drive me back into a dark, crippling depression in which I can’t escape for 6 months #fyp.”

It had been months and months since he first posted that tiktok, but he still pulled it up from time-to-time. Sometimes to have a good-natured laugh at himself. Other times to cringe in embarrassment as a subconscious punishment. However, there were times when Alex watched it, and all it brought was numbness.

Maybe a little pain. Because it had happened again.

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#8/10 #old hurt/comfort trope with unique twist #realistic dialogue #sarcastic reader #imallexx is baby #totally worth the read

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Y’Big Baby | Nathan Young x Reader

Word Count: 867 Warnings: None Requested by: Anonymous Prompt: Will you pretty please write a Nathan/reader sick fic or injury fic? Every ship needs one and you’re like the best writer out there for him. 😘 a/n: The hardest part of writing a sick fic is deciding which character is the one that’s sick and which one is taking care of them. So, I decided, why not both?

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“[y/n],” Nathan whined pathetically from the couch, followed by a series of wracking coughs. “[y/n], I think I’m dyingggggg!”

“You’re not dying, Nathan! You can’t, remember?” you called back from the kitchen, though a grin tugged at your lips. As soon as he got even the tiniest bit sick he became even more needy and whiny than usual and though, admittedly, it got on your nerves a bit, you did find it slightly endearing as well.

Putting the finishing touches on the steaming mug of tea — four teaspoons of sugar, Oh my God that’s sickeningly sweet, but that’s the way he likes it, you went out to the couch to find him sprawled out, half draped off the edge, his arm thrown over his face melodramatically, peeking at you from under it.

“That for me?” he croaked, perking up slightly.

“Can’t drink it laying down,” you pointed out, raising your eyebrows and setting it on the coffee table in front of him. Torn between sitting up eagerly and making a show of how sick he was Nathan sat up quickly before slowly crossing his bare legs under him to make room for you to sit next to him.

Pitifully reaching for the mug of tea he brought it to his lips, burning his tongue in his haste and spitting it back into the mug with a whimper.

“Eww,” you said, fighting back a laugh, reaching for his forehead to check his temperature.

“Kith it bettah?” Nathan asked hopefully, sticking his tongue out toward you.

“Ew, no,” you exclaimed, nudging him away and he directed a pout at you before blowing on his tea and trying once more.

“It feels like your fever’s gone at least,” you mused, making to get up but Nathan shifted, leaning against you, trapping you against the couch as his lips connected with your cheek.

“I still feel like death though,” he moaned, sliding down further l, til his head was resting in your lap and you grinned, running your fingers through his hair.

“Y’big baby, if you get me sick, I swear t’God—“ your words held no heat however and you ended up spending the rest of the day with him on the couch, watching him as he finally got some rest.

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Several days later you were regretting letting him kiss you as you hid under the covers, feeling like death; sweating and shivering in turns under your blanket, unable to get warm.

He wasn’t joking, you thought bitterly with a groan.

Moments later, the door to your shared flat banged open, announcing Nathan’s return and soon he was jumping onto the bed, yanking the covers back so he could see you.

“[y/n], I’m baaaack,” he exclaimed and you only whimpered in return, his voice too loud for your pounding head.

“Nathaaaaan,” you whined, trying to pull the blanket out of his hand. “I don’t feel well,” you muttered crossly and he stilled, his hand gently pushing your sweat soaked hair from your forehead.

“I know, that’s why I brought yeh some soup,” he said, flashing you a grin that caught your attention.

“Soup?” you croaked hopefully and he held up the sack with the take out container for you to see.

“Yeah, from that Greek place y’like so much down th’street.”

That definitely caught your attention and you sat up. “Have I told you today how much I love you?” you murmured, without a second thought.

Nathan’s grin faltered for a moment, a dazed look crossing his face that usually accompanied you saying those words and you wondered if he’d ever fully get used to someone telling him that so easily, and meaning it.

“Yeah, well,” he deflected, getting the container out and handing it to you as he gestured with the plastic spoon. “I might not be th’best with the whole sick thing. Knowin’ what t’do and bein’ all domestic an’ shite, but I do know soup’s s’posed ta help, so…” Trailing off he handed you the spoon as well, your fingers tingling when they brushed against yours.

“Thank you,” you murmured and Nathan’s grin returned. Toeing his shoes off and kicking them carelessly across the room he crawled over next to you on top of the comforter, plopping down next to you. As you blew on your first spoonful of lemon rice soup, you glanced at him over the rim of the styrofoam bowl. “You didn’t haveta do this, y’know?”

Nathan shrugged. “Aw, I feel a little guilty I s’pose, for gettin’ yeh sick in the first place.”

“Yeah, probably shouldn’t have let you kiss me,” you muttered, slurping the soup from the spoon. “But, it’s worth it, I guess.”

“Oh yeah?” Nathan asked, propping his head up in his hand as he watched you.

“Yep, ‘cause now you have t’take care of me. You’re gunna have t’get a little domestic,” you said, directing a slightly evil look his way as you sniffled.

Nathan made a face, scrunching up his nose, but it was ruined by the way his lips twitched back into a grin shortly after. “Aw, for you, I guess I could,” he relented sarcastically, but his gaze was full of affection.

#9.25/10 #whining nathan is so cute #sick fics are heart eyes #adore the eye dialect #the cuddling is soft and sweet #you caught me i'm a big heroics-and-heartbreak simp #😭💛💛

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