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[roundnboutmedia]

Dave Allen vs Lucas Browne ➡️ Head to Head at today’s press conference ahead of on Saturday April 20 at @theo2london @whiterhino_21 @lucasbigdaddybrowne @eddiehearn 📸 @roundnboutmedia posted on Instagram - http://bit.ly/2DfHSg7

[saxxxology]

Can I possibly ask for the name of the Native American airlines you bought those from? They are very beautiful and would like to get some!

SkyFeatherTrading on Etsy!

If you order a choker piece, you’ll have to give the circumference of your neck in inches so he can make it to fit you. I highly recommend the sets (usually come with a hair piece, a necklace, and earrings) - they average $55 plus shipping.

[honestsycrets]

I haven't seen much for Jaskier which is upsetting but a Calanthe fic!??? 👀 Sign me up! I'm sorry I haven't talked in awhile. Life has been kicking my butt, but I'm on a bit more now so hopefully we can talk more!!!

He’s an adorable powder POOF. Calanthe is an entire kink ahah. I understand tho. Sometimes this happens and we just swing with life. I’m here whenever ❤️

[bleufrost-archive]

I would love to be added to your Keanu list, you're writing is amazing

thank you so much sweetheart! youre on the list!

[lexidanger]

If they can't appreciate the movie then that's their fault. BUT DID YOU HEAR OUR MAIN GIRL WHISPER TO OUR DELICIOUS BOY THAT HE IS ONE sexy motherfucker? Or am I reading way to much into some words... I am sure I was the only one in my theater to actually say out loud to myself that she was damn right

trust me as someone who’s been whispering that to the screen  for YEARS now I very much appreciated finally hearing it in a movie

[dwaynepride]

how was i to know?

summary: reader has a weird dream about gibbs.

have you ever done anything for the ‘ya know what kind of wood this is’ Gibbs dream that both Quinn and Palmer had?

words: 1700

warnings: slight nsfw

tags: @fairytale07​ @jrenn10​ @f4nboi​ @purplestarsr5 @ladyzombiielove​ @littlemiss3ma @minikate--24-05​ @consultingdoctorwholock​ @kittenlittle24​ @24601error-prisonernotfound @andreasworlsboring101​ @dressed-up-just-like-z1ggy​ @ms-allenbrown​ @ikbenplant​ @dylpickles1267​ @diaryofafan17​ @specialagentlokitty​ @pageofultron​ @stanathanxoox​

a/n: it’s been a while since i’ve posted. this isn’t beta-read so ignore the typos. be free, my thots.

Your eyes just weren’t focusing anymore.

It’s been hours (don’t ask how many) since you’ve sat down at your desk to read over case files. The bane of a federal agent - chained to their desk and forced to go over every scrap of evidence and testimonies to find anything useful and it’s the burden placed squarely on your shoulders for today.

Usually, you have tricks to help when the words start blending together. Getting some coffee, going for a walk, visiting Abby because she’s the physical embodiment of caffeine and normally wakes you up.

But nothing helped. And the words kept swimming over the screen.

You’re not learning anything new from sitting here. But with the team hitting a roadblock in the case, what else is there to do? 

Again, you start reading the paragraph that you’ve been trudging through for the past twenty minutes. But this time, as your focus wavers, it’s not because of the headache or the tension in your eyes. The sudden presence on your right is what stops your reading. It’s warm. All-encompassing. Brings over the soft smell of sawdust and aftershave and as soothing at the presence is, it’s a shock to you.

Because you could have sworn you were alone in the bullpen - staying behind while the others went off to find new leads.

Your eyes move off the computer screen, meaning to glance over to the presence. But you never see their face because they’re suddenly leaning in. Hovering over your shoulder, shrouding you from the harsh office lights, and you reckon if you take in a big enough breath, you’d be able to feel the warm presence pressing against your shoulder.

Their face was a mystery, and yet, you can feel a pair of eyes watching you - hard, steely, freezing you in your chair.

And without warning, a hand comes to rest on the surface of your desk, next to the keyboard. A worn, scarred hand that you recognize with a jolt. The named of its owner lies on the tip of your tongue, but it never comes out - like a secret you’ve sworn to keep.

His fingers curl a bit, knocking lightly against the top of your desk. The sound could’ve easily been mistaken as the pounding of your heart, if one listened close enough.

“You know what kinda wood that is?”

The voice mumbled against your ear is low and deep. Sounding like a bass drum and its sound reverberates through your body and you’re pretty sure it’s the reason why your hands are suddenly a little shaky. 

“W-wood?” You manage to echo back. A single word, hoping for clarification because your brain is moving at a snail’s pace. You’re simply too preoccupied on the warm, wet breathing that wafts over your neck.

His fingers start tapping against the desk in some unknown rhythm. And your eyes watch them move, entranced, and you keep telling yourself to look away and focus on something else but it’s much too easy to just keep staring. “Yeah. You outta know.” His voice is closer. More hushed. And that’s because his lips are right against the shell of your ear and his breath is blazing hot.

And through it all, you can catch the faint scent of bitter coffee and it only makes your skin tingle even more.

You suppress a shudder, if only to deny him the satisfaction of feeling it.

His presence somehow keeps growing larger - more encompassing, like a storm cloud rolling over the city. The words on the monitor; they don’t exist. There’s no more Naval Yard or team of federal agents or a whole case to solve. 

It’s just you, him, and the hard, cold press of the wooden desk keeping you here. 

Finally, you turn your head towards him. Words form on the edge of your tongue - stern words of annulment and to tell him you’re too busy for his games.

But then you meet his eyes. Head on - and they give you pause. Frozen in place, as if the icy blues really could chill you to the bone. So close, you could catch faint flecks of gray and gold floating around in the ocean of light blue and this time, it’s impossible to push down the shudder.

Now, his breath wafts over your lips slowly in his careful exhale, sounding almost disappointed and you’re shocked at how much that thought troubles you.

“Want to get a closer look?” He mumbles, eyes falling blatantly to your lips before coming back to meet your gaze.

A closer look? Damn him. 

This must be some kind of sick game for him - to see how far he can push you before you bend to him. He knows the implications of his question. You’ll start imagining yourself bent over the desk, looking closely to study the wood and its rings and texture. Everything he wants you to look for. Your mind will wonder, and suddenly, the image of him fucking you, hard and purposeful, over the desk pops up and you’ll never be able to get it out of your head.

And it works like a god damn charm.

His head tilts to the side, eyes softening to look amused. Probably because he notices you’re panting lighting and can feel it against his lips. “I can show you, if you want,” he murmurs. Still acting innocent. Still keeping with this game.

You breathe in because your head starts getting dizzy from lack of oxygen, but that proves a fatal mistake. 

Because the air itself smells like him - like coffee and smoke and old cologne and it goes straight between your thighs and you find yourself craving the feel of his scarred, worn-out hands on your skin. “Gibbs…”

His name comes out weak, like a shiver. And when he hums in response to it, you can nearly feel the vibration through the air and pulsing against your body. And slowly, carefully, his hand comes up to touch your shoulder. The first real, raw physical contact and you wait for it with baited breath. Suddenly craving it more than the air itself.

As it connects, you expect a soft sort of seering feel. Like a branding iron. Instead, it’s a hard and sudden shove that seems to rock the entire world.

It’s so hard, your eyes snap open instantly, sucking in a gasp of air like you’d just been held underwater. Those cold blue eyes that had so easily frozen you solid were gone, replaced with the familiar scene of the office doused in the light of a sunset. 

The stifling presence of Leroy Jethro Gibbs was also gone - in a way, you were grateful for the freedom. It was much easier to breathe now, that’s for certain. But the second thing you notice upon sitting up in your chair isn’t as appreciated.

Your body is humming. Heart pounding a million miles a second. And your skin...it’s almost painfully sensitive. So much so, even your clothes rubbing against it is almost too much to bear. For a moment, you can still feel Gibbs and his warm breath and the remains of his touch. 

But the worst realization is the deep throb between your legs. Aching and pulsing for something - or someone - that will never come. Your thighs shift together, hoping to ease the feel but the friction only seems to make it worse.

“You fell asleep.”

That’s his voice. 

Your head whips up to find Gibbs standing by your desk - watching you, his eyebrows pinched together and standing in nearly the same exact spot as in your dream and it’s a shock that you even realize that.

Immediately, you let your gaze fall - everything is throbbing just a little too much to meet his eyes. “And you were making some noises,” he continues. “You good?”

“Yeah,” you answer immediately. Too quick, you realize. Gibbs may not believe the dream was simply nothing, and it’s proven when he takes a small step closer to you. His shoes nearly nudge against yours, and you can’t stop yourself from tucking your feet under the chair away from him. 

His eyes are still on you. It takes an enormous amount of effort to keep your breathing steady and to stop the light shake of your hands to even pretend everything was normal. “You sure?” He asks. And this time, his tone is different. Just slightly - it wouldn’t even had been noticeable if dream-Gibbs hadn’t spoken so softly right in your fucking ear.

You need to get a fucking grip.

It was just a dream. A vivid, extremely hot dream. But a dream nonetheless. Not real.

“Very sure,” you reply, forcing your tone to sound more confident that you feel. It’s still impossible to meet his eyes - you know they’d be every bit as frosty blue and cool as in your dream, so you just spin your chair to face the desk. “You just woke me up from an intense dream.”

Gibbs hums a bit at the explanation. “Gonna tell me about it?”

“Definitely not.”

Out the corner of your eye, Gibbs just shrugs before turning back to his own desk and sitting down. Now that his whole focus isn’t on you, the rest of the world start to filter back in. The golden light of a setting sun coming in through the windows. The ambience of the office, winding down from a long day. Gibbs sipping his coffee. 

It gets easier to slow your beating heart. To ignore the slow, steady throb between your thighs. 

And carefully, you glance up across the bullpen to Gibbs. His eyes are on the monitor, paying you no attention.

“Gibbs.” That is, until you say his name carefully. Like an experiment. 

And when the shock of his eyes hits you once again, it’s nearly as powerful and earth-shaking as it was in the dream. But this time, you hold his gaze. Because there’s something you need to know before you can put this dream behind you and get back to work.

Your hand comes up, knuckles rapping lightly against the wooden surface of the desk. It sounds louder than it should. 

“Do you know what kind of wood this is?”

[dontshootmespence]

8,500 Follower Shoutout!

OMG that happened much quicker than I thought it would! Maybe it’s all you lovely supernatural peeps following me now? I hope you continue to enjoy my shitshow of a blog that has no true theme whatsoever :D

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[ajokeformur-ray]

Could I request a scenario of Sebastian cuddling his (s/o) after a long day, please

word count: 1,137

You never thought, before today, that you would cherish the sound of your key sliding effortlessly into the lock. The front door opened and you stepped inside. As you crossed the threshold, it was like exhaustion descended upon your body like a cloak. You were weary on the way home, but now, at home, you were exhausted.

You toed off your shoes, flung your bag down, let your coat fall to the floor, and stood there in the hallway just staring. You were so tired. You needed to cook dinner, something quick and easy for yourself, you definitely needed a shower, and you needed, above all else, sleep. You needed sleep. A twelve hour shift without any breaks was torture on your body, and you had no doubt that you would be sore and aching in the days to come.

“My, my. Look what the cat dragged in.”

Carmine eyes flashed before you as Sebastian allowed the shadows to melt away, revealing his human form. He smiled at you, the gesture not quite reaching his eyes, and you smiled at him with a sudden rush of energy that physically cost you dearly. Your body didn’t have much left to give. Because you had had no breaks, you hadn’t been able to eat much more than a simple snack only once, and you were running on fumes. As such, when you came forwards to wrap your arms around Sebastian, you stumbled. Only Sebastian’s strong arm wrapping around your waist kept you from falling.

“What happened to you?”

“Work. Twelve hours; no break, only ate once today. Am tired. Wanna sleep.” Your words came out in a rush but Sebastian’s superior hearing meant that he could pick out all the words. His nostrils flared as he realised how you had had to abuse your body today.

“Well, then…” he noticed your outerwear discarded unceremoniously on the floor, but he didn’t have the heart to lecture you on picking up after yourself. You had had a trying day. So quickly did he move to pick up your things that you didn’t even notice him move. You didn’t feel his arm slide away from your waist, you didn’t see him pick up your things, and you definitely didn’t see him dash upstairs to run a bath at the perfect temperature for you, prepare your bedroom or even get your dinner out of the oven. In the time it took for Sebastian to do these things, you had blinked exactly once. It was all so fast that you never even noticed him go.

When he came back to you a millisecond later, all was ready for you. The bizarre gusts of wind that your family members and staff members of the mansion had felt were put down to an open window, despite the fact that all of them were shut to keep out the biting nasties that came with artificial lights against the dark outside.

You were fed with your favourite meal, offered your favourite dessert (all in your kitchen was prepared personally by Sebastian and as such, was made with the finest ingredients and the limitless patience of an immortal being), which you turned down because you could barely keep your eyes open. Sebastian promised to set it aside for you to consume in the morning for breakfast (one of your favourite things to do was to eat a sweet treat for breakfast, with the excuse that you would burn it all off during the day ahead), and led you into the bathroom for a long, hot soak in the bath or shower - both were prepared for you to choose between them. In the event that you chose both, Sebastian had set out two lots of everything. He really was the best demon and he upheld his butler’s aesthetic to perfection.

Before long, you were fed, watered, clean and more ready for bed than you had ever been in your short life. It was with gentle, expert hands that Sebastian lowered you into bed, holding you easily in one arm while the other hand worked on pulling your duvet back. You idly wondered if there was anything he couldn’t do, and Sebastian chuckled darkly. You blushed as you realised that you had spoken aloud in your exhaustion.

“Sleep well, my Y/N.”

“Sebastian.” Your voice was muffled by your welcoming duvet but Sebastian heard you nonetheless. Wherever you were, whatever you were doing, he would always hear you. “Stay with me. Please?”

Unseen by you, the smirk on Sebastian’s face softened to one of affection - or, as close as he could get to such a human emotion - and was back beside you before another second passed. As he crossed the room, the candles seemed to extinguish by themselves, leaving you completely at a demon’s mercy. He was a loyal demon and so no harm would ever befall you while you were under his protection, his love - again, it was as close as he could get to feeling such a thing.

He sat beside you, over the duvet, but you tugged weakly at the material bunched up beneath him, and Sebastian understood that you meant for him to hold you. It was funny, he mused, that you were frightened of some things which your mind told you were in the dark, and yet you were fully contented and even made to sleep better in the arms of one of the creatures you so feared.

He supposed that your love for him overrode your fear of his species, and he felt flattered but also at odds with his nature - why was he so very different from the others?

You were pulled into the cage of his embrace. You sighed happily, wedged a leg between his own, wrapped your arms around him, laid your head on his silent chest, and wiggled as close to him as you could. Had he been a lowly human, he would have felt his body reacting to your small movements, the small shifts your hips made against his stomach as you tried to get comfortable, but he was not, and so you were blissfully kept unaware of the darkness and the lust stirring within your demon.

Yes, your demon. For it was here, in the dark, that you had time and again unknowingly strengthened the bond between you and Sebastian. If you knew how easy a ritual it was - why, you were doing it right at this very moment - would you still ask him to stay each night? It was the act of asking him to stay beside you in the darkness that kept your soul married to the core of his very being, and Sebastian hoped that, if ever the truth came to light, you would still greet him with such reverence.

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[collecting-stories]

Preparation - Bjorn Ragnarsson

It's so hot so fast where I live, and I wish for fall and winter to come again 😂😂😂 do you think you could do a modern!Biorn imagine where he and the reader (maybe she's pregnant??) live in a cabin, and he's like chopping wood in prep for the cold months. Like "I gotta make sure baby Mama's warm for winter" 😍😍 or something along those lines? Thanks lots!!! I always love your writing

A/N: There is a brief mention of miscarriage.

Preparation - Bjorn Ragnarsson x reader

You woke up cold, having kicked the blankets off in the middle of the night. Autumn was fast approaching but it was still warm at night, especially combined with your just-starting-to-be-noticeable baby bump and Bjorn sleeping beside you. There was no noise inside the cottage aside from soft murmurs coming through the baby monitor on your bedside table. You stretched in bed, thinking about letting the oldest two occupy themselves for a little while longer and enjoying the empty bed. Sometimes it was nice just to stretch out and there was never room for that when Bjorn was around. Even though you’d invested in a larger bed your husband had a tendency to keep himself close to you at night and when the girls joined there was just a sliver of space left for you.  

A grunt sounded, not from the monitor but from the open window in your bedroom and you forced yourself out of bed to find Bjorn in the backyard, chopping away at thick wooden logs. Saturdays were spent doing chores around the house and judging by the pile he had woken up early to complete this particular one.

You turned off the baby monitor and headed for the girls bedroom, finding them both on the bed of your eldest Leonie. Both girls had their dolls spread out on the bed and they were whispering to each other, pretending to play.  

“Oh my goodness, a twister must’ve hit in here.” You laughed, picking Poppy up off the bed and holding her on your hip as Leonie stood up on the mattress.

“We were playing dolls. Daddy said not to wake you up.” Leonie replied, climbing down off the bed.

“Well that was very nice of you and Poppy.” You kissed your youngest on the head as you spoke.

“Breakfast?” Poppy asked.  

“Breakfast.” You confirmed, leading the way to the stairs so you could make them food. The windows were open in the kitchen and you could hear Bjorn outside, the bay window giving you a better view of your husband as he continued on the growing wood pile.  

You put Poppy down in the living room and told Leonie to keep an eye on her as you headed outside to “see what daddy’s up to” as you told the girls. Despite Ragnar having five sons and his father before him having two so far you and Bjorn had only girls and were expecting another. It was something you thought about quite a bit, more with each child born, and you wondered if he minded. His brothers all had a least one son and even his sister had two sons.  

Careful not to startle him when he was chopping wood, you walked into his line of vision. Bjorn brought his axe down into the tree stump he used as a base and took off his gloves when he saw you stop in front of him. You could practically hear the question on his lips as he eyed you over the bottle of water he was drinking from. Had he woken you?  

“It was cold for once.” You teased, “I must be so accustomed to over-heating that it woke me up.”

“Are the girls still in their room?”  

“I brought them down for breakfast, wanted to see if you wanted anything too?”  

“I’ll be in.” He replied, already starting to pull his gloves on again.

“You know we don’t need firewood yet Bjorn. It’s barely September.” You pointed out. It was far too hot to use the fireplace right now and if things went the way they did last year it would continue to be warm far into October.

“I want everything ready before it gets cold, don’t want you worrying about anything once you’re further along.” Bjorn replied, a softer look in his eyes as he glanced toward your stomach, protruding slightly from the pajama top that was becoming too small.  

“Next week is as good a time as any.” You suggested, reaching for his hand. “Come inside with me?”

Bjorn pulled you toward him, letting go of your hand and wrapping his arms around your shoulders so that he could keep you close. You hugged his waist and placed a kiss on his neck where your head was tucked. “I don’t want to forget anything.”  

Despite this being the third time that you were having a baby Bjorn had the same reaction with every baby. He got nervous the closer it got to the due date and silently worried if he had done everything he could do to prepare for the upcoming child. When Leonie was born, he’d almost missed the delivery he was so panicked about the car seat fitting into the car the right way. And when Poppy was born, he spent countless nights pouring over baby books that told him what every ailment might be. She had a nasty case of cradle cap and he was convinced she was terminally ill. He’d mellowed out with the girls that older they got. Now if Leonie fell off the porch and got a cut he only told her that she’d be fine and there was no use crying. He was the same with Poppy. But now that you were pregnant again his internal fears resurfaced and he worried tremendously, enough for both of you.

“Do you think...” you pulled away from him and he let you go, arms going to his sides. “Do you think you’d be less nervous if it was a boy?”

“No.” Bjorn replied, not even hesitating on the question. In truth some of his fears were not irrational.  

Leonie was six and Poppy was two, a wider age gap that Poppy and the new baby that existed because you had miscarried. The only boy you had ever been pregnant with and you had miscarried mere weeks before he was born. The doctor told you early on that you stood at a greater risk to have complications but you never thought they would result in the loss of your child. It took you three years to even consider trying again.

“Have you been thinking about him?” your husband asked, watching as you subconsciously rubbed your stomach.

“Not entirely. Just...Sigurd called the other day to say that they’re expecting another boy. It’s silly,” you shrugged, “an old tradition but, all your brothers have boys and you have none.”

“It is silly, you’re right.” Bjorn agreed. “Silly that you should think that matters to me. All that I care about is that you and the girls are safe and healthy and happy. And part of that is finishing with this wood pile so that you stay warm in the winter.”  

You laughed, shaking your head at his ability to switch from being serious to joking in a matter of seconds. Especially about something that was bothering you so much. “I’ll see you inside then?”

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This is short. It’s been like a million years since I've written Bjorn. 

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Ragnarssons In: Dangling

Author’s Notes | I almost had a heart attack when you told me you use this stuff. My catastrophic brain was able to found 984 different manners to be crippled falling from this stuff! Might Thor... Children, don't try this at home hahaha Info | Modern AU, requested by @moonlightsspirit ⁑ Warnings: Cursing

Björn

She can only feel his heavy and strong arm around her waist, lifting her up from the chairs and putting her down to the ground before taking the cloth she was using to clean the shelves from her hand.

"Did you go mad? I give you two minutes alone and you fucking try to kill yourself?"

Ubbe

All his tranquility with the idea he was able to skip the cleaning day go down to the ground when he sees her risking herself like this. Comes closer slowly, speaking loud enough to avoid scaring her or causing an accident.

"Babe... Are you trying to turn me single? You fall from this shit and I'll have to ask Ivar to borrow me his wheelchair! Come down from this shit, please?"

Hvitserk

Stops in front of her nearly stupefied by what she's doing, but the anger and concern are clear on the wrinkles of his forehead...

"What in the actual fuck are you gods' damn doing over this fucking unstable murderous thing you built here? Come down this shit right now!"

Sigurd

It takes a moment from him to notice what she's exactly doing, but as soon as he assimilates what she built under her feet, he let go of the bags he was bringing into the house and runs to hold her by her waist as if she was made of crystal and was about to fall...

"Mighty Thor and Wise Odin, what are you doing, love? You gonna fall from this stuff, for the lords' sake! Come down from this! Fuck... my heart... You gonna end up killing me this way!"

Ivar

Comes closer, looking at what she's doing with his best angry expression. His tone is annoyed and the irony in his voice can tell her he's REALLY pissed off...

"So this is how you try to kill yourself when I'm not around to prevent you from doing stupid things, is that it? Come fucking down from this shit, please? Next time you want to clean this damn house, we'll fucking pay someone to do it. No more risking your life for damn clean shelves, was I clear?"

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It's been awhile since we talked, but when I saw your username in the Geralt x reader tag I squealed, I miss talking to you my friend. Also if you plan on writing more, can I be tagged in your stuff??

My love! It has been a while. I’ll tag you in my Witcher things. I might make more. I’m a fan of Jaskierand Calanthe and someone asked me for Cahir as well so I may consider making more. We’ll see. ❤️

[imagine-always-and-forever]

In Plain Sight -- Part 7

A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Word length: 1958

Warnings: typical violence and stuff you’d see in the show (oh and swearing)

Request:  Hello! I just found your blog and I’m living it! Can you do a Klaus story where the reader has twins with him but he didn’t know (maybe one of his siblings helped them hid or something?) But that they are older then Hope by like a year so when their Aunt comes for a firstborn and funds Hope is not it she goes after the reader who Klaus was in fact in love with? If not its cool no pressure :) (requested by @poemfreak306 )

Summary: arriving in New Orleans

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Author’s note: Sorry it’s so short, but I wanted to get this out since it’s been ages and I’ve gotten so many requests for an update! I’m really hoping to get more written so keep an eye out! Please let me know what you think!

The waitress had been possessed, as had the other four men. Apparently, it was one of Dahlia’s preferred methods of communication. Luckily, the now dead waitress’s car was parked in the back.

Klaus opted to drive while Elijah sat beside him, keeping an eye out for any danger. Rebekah and you sat in the back, each of you with one of the twins on your laps. The car was five miles from the diner when police cars and ambulances started passing by the other side of the highway. You hugged Astrid to you as the sirens faded into the distance.

Your injuries had been healed and your voice returned to you. Killing the waitress seemed to be enough to break whatever spell Dahlia had put on you to silence you. Not that it mattered. You hadn’t said a word other than a muttered “thanks” to Rebekah for a sip of her blood to heal you.

You didn’t know what you’d say anyway. As far as you were concerned, there was nothing to discuss. Rebekah said that it wasn’t like what you thought and whether or not that too was a lie, it didn’t matter. There were no options here and arguing would do nothing but upset the twins. All you could do was try to keep it together until you got to safety.

Safety, it turned out, was another five hours away after the detour that you had to take. It was spent in silence. The twins, thankfully, slept most of the way there. They were probably exhausted from the crash and diner. Probably traumatized as well.

When Klaus drove into the city, you were surprised. You knew the Mikaelsons had spent a long period in New Orleans back in the eighteen hundreds and early nineteen hundreds, but you’d expected their fortitude of safety to be in a quiet suburb, not smack dab in the middle of the French Quarter.

From the look of the building they parked in front of, it was the compound Klaus had told you about from the time he was “King of New Orleans.” Their newly discovered witch sister Freya must have put a lot of spells on it to make it safe.

Elijah opened your door. You stepped out without looking at him. You were allowed to be angry at them. Even him. You might have to stay here with them until this whole thing was sorted out, but you’d be damned if they thought you’d make it easy. Or if you’d forgive them.

You shifted Astrid to one hip and waited to be shown into the building. In front of you, you watched Rebekah hand Ari to his father. Klaus smiled widely at Ari and brought him close to his chest to hug. He looked around, making sure there were no immediate threats. He kissed Ari’s forehead before he did one last sweep of the surroundings with his eyes. His gaze, of course, landed on you. You immediately looked away.

You didn’t want to be this angry when you had Astrid in your arms. Forcing yourself to calm down just the slightest, you followed Elijah inside. Klaus was right behind you, followed by Rebekah, who kept a close eye on everyone walking the streets.

“You’re late,” a woman’s voice said with a twinge of a southern accent.

The front door seemed to lead into an archway, which is where Elijah stopped. He was looking up at the woman. He nodded before taking a step further inside.

“We ran into some unfriendly company,” Elijah said in his ever-calm voice.

“Dahlia,” the woman sighed.

You had a feeling she was Hayley and not Freya. The wave of hatred you felt wasn’t unexpected but the self-hatred was.

It wasn’t fair of yourself to expect that you wouldn’t feel this way. You still wished that you didn’t feel hurt. You wished you didn’t care. The biggest source of the self-hatred, that just got worse when you realized what it was, was the jealousy that bubbled up disgustingly inside of you.

You hated it most.

“Did you find them?” Hayley asked.

Elijah turned and looked at you. He motioned for you to step forward in response to Hayley’s question. For a moment, you felt the childish urge to refuse. You wanted to stomp your feet and take the twins and not let the other woman see you or your children.

But you weren’t going to do that.

The archway led into a courtyard. The woman was standing on the steps up to the second floor. She was wearing black jeans and a light t-shirt with a pair of black heeled boots. She had long dark brown hair, green eyes, and was, truthfully, very pretty. Irritatingly, you suddenly felt insecure.

Though you weren’t covered in bruises, blood, and broken bones anymore, you hadn’t gotten a chance to shower, change, or even brush your hair. It was ridiculous, given the circumstances, that you were comparing yourself to her. Especially since her eyes had only glanced at you for a moment before sticking to Astrid.

Your hands tightened around your daughter in your arms.

“So, this is who Dahlia wants?” Hayley said, eyeing Astrid up.

“She won’t be getting her,” you bit out.

Hayley’s eyes snapped to you just as Elijah turned to look at you in surprise as well. You stood your ground, daring either of them to challenge you. Elijah may be an Original and Hayley might be a wolf, but they could see how tough they were when they came up against you protecting your children.

“No. She won’t,” Hayley said after a moment. You couldn’t tell what was going through her mind and it irked you.  “We can protect both of our daughters,” she said confidently.

“And my son,” Klaus added as he walked into the room with Ari in his arms.

Hayley was caught off guard. Another childish urge came over you, this time to smirk at the stunned look on her face. You didn’t quite manage to stop this one.

“Twins,” Hayley said in disbelief as she looked between Ari and Astrid.

“I think it’s best we get Y/N and the twins settled in before we discuss anything else,” Elijah said.

“I can show you your room if you’d like,” Hayley offered.

“Rebekah already offered, thanks,” you said shortly.

Rebekah had done no such thing and Elijah and Klaus knew it.

“Okay then. I’ll just wait down here,” Hayley said.

You were well aware that everyone in the room knew how you felt and you also knew they all probably thought you were the one in the wrong acting like this. It might be a little childish but considering what you’ve just found out and how you’ve been treated, could any of them really say they’d act any differently?

“This way,” Rebekah said, taking Ari from Klaus and leading the way.

You left Klaus, Hayley, and Elijah in the courtyard as you followed Rebekah upstairs.

Your room was quite a bit larger than the one you had at home. The home you’d probably never see again. Arti and Astrid had the room next to yours. It already had all the furniture, clothes, and even some toys.

“I had the room readied for when we got back,” Rebekah explained.

“It’s perfect, thank you,” you said.

You placed Ari and Astrid in their beds. They would need to be fed soon, but considering the interruptions to their usual sleep schedule, they needed to get as much sleep as possible right now. Plus, it would allow time to get more information on what’s going on and what the next step was going to be now.

After placing a kiss on each of their foreheads, you left the room.

Elijah and Hayley were seated side by side at the dining table. Elijah was sipping some tea. Klaus was staring out the window, his back to everyone. As the two of you entered, Rebekah headed straight to the bourbon to pour what you were sure would be a generous glass for herself.

“Tea?” Elijah offered you.

“Sure.”

As you sat down, Elijah poured you a cup. Hayley reached for the milk and sugar.

“Light milk, no sugar,” Klaus said without looking away from the window.

Hayley glanced his way. Your jaw clenched at the fact that Klaus still remembered how you liked your tea.

“Thanks,” you said as Elijah handed you your cup.

You realized that you didn’t really want any tea now that it was in front of you, but you took a sip of it for something to do.

“Welcome to New Orleans,” Hayley said, trying to break the ice.

There were footsteps in the courtyard and you turned in your seat to see a blond woman walk into the room. Freya, you assumed.

“This is our sister, Freya,” Elijah confirmed.

Freya looked you over before her eyes went to Klaus and then everyone else to gauge the room. She took the seat further from you and Klaus. Rebekah had sat down at that end of the table, closest to the bourbon, while you had sipped your tea. She now poured Freya a drink.

“What happened?” Freya asked.

“We got ambushed,” Klaus said and even if it had been a year, you still knew him well enough to tell that it was an accusation.

You wondered what he expected Freya to do.

“If she’s found you already then it won’t be long before she comes here,” Freya said, ignoring her brother’s accusation. “I’ve already put as many protection spells as I could around the compound but it won’t be enough to hold her.

“So what do we do?” you asked.

“You need to go somewhere else,” Freya said.

“Yeah we did that with me and Hope, remember? It didn’t work,” Hayley said.

Everyone was quiet. You couldn’t help but glance at Klaus. His back was still turned. He was being unusually quiet, which meant he was deep in thought.

“We should separate the children. If she doesn’t get her hands on Y/N’s child then she’ll go for Hope,” Freya said.

“They’re twins,” Hayley told her.

“What?” Freya looked pale. “Do you have any idea what she can do with that kind of power?” She looked scared at the thought. “They have to be separated. Hide them in different locations. All of them.”

“No,” you and Hayley said at the same time.

Everyone was surprised that you agreed. It even made Klaus turn around and look at you. You eyed Hayley.

“I know what it’s like to have your child hunted by her. I won’t just go hide away with Hope. Besides, having the three of them together will mean we don’t have to worry about keeping three locations safe and guarded,” Hayley explained. “We’re family now and family protects each other.”

Maybe Hayley wasn’t the one you should hate.

“No one is going anywhere,” Klaus decided. “You’re staying right here where I can protect you all. I’ve just found my family, I won’t lose them again.” He looked around the room, daring anyone to challenge him.

“Fine but no secrets,” you stated. “If you want me to stay here with the twins and do what you want, then those are my conditions.”

“No secrets,” Klaus agreed.

“And one more thing,” you said, steeling yourself up for what you were about to say. You looked Klaus directly in the eyes, holding his gaze unwavering and unforgivingly. “You stay the hell away from me.”

Klaus was visibly hurt by your demand. Everyone in the room was noticeably tense and though you knew they expected backlash, you could tell from the way Klaus flinched that he wasn’t going to disagree.

He nodded before abruptly turning back to the window.

[lexidanger]

In regards to your Predator post. YOU ARE NOT ALONE! I'VE BEEN A PREDATOR FAN FOR A VERY VERY VERY LONG TIME! I HAVE NEVER FOUND SOMEONE WHO IS AS INTO IT AND THE LORE AS I AM. It truly upsets me how much trash talk this movie gets. The reviews for it on IMDB break my heart. And make me mad. It was a great movie and was worth the wait in my opinion.

Yes yes yes, everyone is welcome to their own opinion but I do feel so many are being far too harsh on the movie, especially with all the production difficulties it’s had. It’s been through a lot and tbh we could’ve had such a worse end product hit the screen. There’s quite a lot to love about this movie and just because you can’t appreciate it doesn’t mean someone else isn’t going to so they really need to stop discouraging people from going to see it. I look forward to seeing what the more positive fans get out of the movie.

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DAY 9: leroy jethro gibbs - meeting the parents

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Gibbs knew something was off. He felt it as soon as he stepped off the elevator. 

It’s that gut instinct of his. The feeling wasn’t anything bad - nothing that would warrant him to be on guard and find you as quickly as possible. There wasn’t any danger - at least, none of the physical kind. 

Still, he was slow to approach the bullpen, already accepting his fate.

“Do you have any other stories from when Jethro was a kid?”

“That depends, deary; do you want somethin’ funny, or an excuse to kick his ass?”

Your laughter fills the room. A sound Gibbs would usually love to hear on a normal day. But with his face still wearing a strictly neutral expression, he finally turns into the bullpen. You don’t even notice him, at first. With a cup of hot coffee in your hands and old Jackson Gibbs most likely about to go into another embarrassing story, he doubts his presence alone would have gotten your attention.

So Gibbs clears his throat. As you look up, he squares his shoulders a bit because your gaze is quickly followed by his father’s.

“It’s about time you got here, son. Do you usually leave your employees to fend for themselves?”

Gibbs exhales lightly, eyes flickering back and forth between you and Jackson. “What’re you doing here, Dad?”

Jackson shows his own cup of coffee, giving a smile that closely resembled your own. “Enjoying good company,” he answers simply. And it isn’t even close to being a satisfactory answer for Gibbs, you can tell. His brows are taut. Jaw tight and eyes hard. 

“He showed up looking for you. I went down, met with him, told him who I was.” Jethro’s blood goes a bit cold at your words - what exactly did you tell Jackson? To what extent did you divulge your relationship? Geez, Jackson won’t ever live it down if he knew Jethro was seeing someone and didn’t bother to tell him.

“And you got coffee?”

“That was my idea,” Jackson speaks up. And with a strained groan, he stands out of his chair, setting his coffee on your desk. “Now, I need a bathroom break. When I come back,” he points a finger to you, and you smile back at it, “I’ll tell you about how Jethro used to run around the front lawn buck naked.”

As he turns and walks off, you’re left laughing. Complete with little snorts and giggles as Jethro approached. Honestly, you’re surprised he waited until after you’ve finished laughing to confront you.

“Why didn’t you call me when he got here?”

“Because I wanted to meet him,” you answer with a bright smile. “And I don’t see why you’ve never let me meet him before - he’s very nice. And funny.” You poke your finger against his chest. “Must’ve skipped a generation.”

Finally, his hard expression melts a bit as you stand up, nearly toe-to-toe with him. If they weren’t in the office, maybe Jethro would’ve kissed you. Showed you just how nice he can be. 

But he just hums a bit, eyes softer and half-lidded. “Next time we see your folks, I’ll ask for some embarrassing stories. Just so we’re even.”

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The Smile

A/N: This is for @laketaj24’s birthday!!! Sorry it’s so late, I’ve been working extra long shifts the past couple days. Hope it’s not too terrible

Using prompt #9 from list #3: “Don't smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”

Pairing: modern Ubbe x reader

Warning: nsfw, 18+

A summer breeze danced across your shoulders as you sat at a small table outside an adorable cafe in Copenhagen. Your eyes browsed the menu as you waited for Ubbe to meet you for lunch. He had been working with his family a lot lately and hadn’t had much time to see you, so you were excited about this lunch he had promised to meet you for. 

After you decided on what you would order you sat back and people watched. There were a few other couples and a couple girls taking a million pics that they would probably choose one from and post it on Instagram. They definitely seemed like the Instagram model type. 

Suddenly the clatter of glasses and a shriek caught your attention and you looked over to see a startled Ubbe and a waiter who had dropped an entire pitcher of ice water on the girl who was taking a million pics. Ubbe started apologizing profusely and you immediately guessed that he was the one who made the waiter drop the water. You felt bad for the girl but you couldn’t help but giggle quietly. 

After offering to pay for her meal and apologizing about ten more times, he finally made his way over to your table. “Hey,” he said breathlessly as he collapsed in the chair in front of you. “Sorry I’m late,” he apologized. 

“It’s fine,” you said with a smirk. “At least you didn’t spill an entire pitcher of water on me!” you teased. 

He shot you an embarrassed glare and started to say something but just then your waiter walked up to the table. “What can I get you guys?” the waiter asked. 

Ubbe already knew what he wanted as he and his brothers frequented this particular cafe often so he ordered quickly. You opened your menu and pointed to a salad that seemed like it would be good. 

“Coming right up!” the waiter said cheerily before turning away and heading back inside to place the order. 

“Sorry I was late,” Ubbe apologized again. “I got held up with family... business,” he said ominously. 

You arched an eyebrow and decided it was probably best not to ask. Ubbe and his brothers weren’t exactly model citizens. They were from one of the most powerful crime families in all of Scandinavia. Their father, Ragnar, started the family when he was younger and when his sons came of age, all five of them entered the family business. 

“It’s alright,” you said with a smile. “I liked having a chance to people watch. And of course it was very amusing to see you spill that water in your hurry to get over here to me.” You bit your lip, trying to hold back a wide grin. 

In a low voice, Ubbe said, “Don't smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy. I can barely contain myself when you bite your lip like that.” 

You laughed and but bit your lip again for just a moment longer. You loved teasing him, but since he hadn’t seen you in a while you figured it probably wasn’t the best idea to prolong the teasing. You knew from experience that he wouldn’t hesitate to take you in public. 

He growled and gripped your thigh underneath the table until you finally relented. “Okay, okay,” you conceded. “I’ll stop teasing,” you whispered with a wink. 

He exhaled heavily and let his hand wander up your leg and under your skirt. You gasped as his fingers brushed you over your panties, but swiftly swatted his hand away. “Stop Ubbe! We’re in public. Everyone can see!” you exclaimed quietly. 

“I need you now,” he whispered huskily. “It’s been too long.” 

You scoffed and said, “Babe, it’s only been like a week.” 

He squeezed your leg and said, “That’s too damn long!” 

Once the food came, Ubbe inhaled his meal while you took yours a little more slowly. Ubbe impatiently pressed you to eat faster. He was desperate to feel your body against his again and could barely wait for you to finish your food. He requested the check as you finished your last few bites and paid quickly. 

After he paid and you were done eating he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the bathroom inside the quaint cafe. As he dragged you along you asked, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Trust me, the bathrooms here are pristine and it’s a single stall so we can have some uninterrupted ..ahem.. alone time,” he whispered devilishly. 

Your eyes popped wide and you tried to pull back from him. “Ubbe! We can’t do that here!” 

He tightened his grip on you and pulled harder. “Y/N. My family owns this cafe. I can do whatever I want here.” 

“Whaaat? I didn’t know that! Why did you pay then?” you exclaimed. 

“Why do you think my brothers and I come here so often? I didn’t pay for the food, I just tipped the waitress,” he replied. You two reached the restroom and he pulled the door open. Ubbe was definitely right about how clean and nice the restroom was. He hastily locked the door and immediately pounced on you.

You giggled as he started kissing your neck roughly and running his hands up and down your body. You pulled his chin up so you could kiss his lips and he sighed into the kiss, wanting desperately to be inside you already. 

He pinned you against the wall and reached up your skirt. His fingers brushed along your thighs as he reached up to your panties. He rubbed you over your panties, bringing you to life. The fire inside you roared to life and you kissed him back with a new intensity. 

His calloused fingers pushed your panties to the side and swirled in circles, dragging your wetness all across you. The feeling of your wet, soft skin prompted a groan from Ubbe. 

His thumb started to move in tantalizingly slow circles over your clit. He kissed your neck briefly before returning to your lips. You could tell that he was already hard so you fumbled with his belt, trying to quickly get his pants undone. 

Nearly as soon as you had him free of his pants and boxers, Ubbe was inside you. He had always been impatient when it came to sex and he often said that it was because you felt so good. Next he covered your mouth with his hand because he claimed that you could always be heard for two miles in every direction.

He pulled one of your legs up around his waist as he thrust into you repeatedly. The way he rocked his hips into you provided the perfect friction on your clit. Every time he pushed into you he moaned. His moans were music to your ears. They were one of your favorite sounds in the world.

Ubbe applied a rough yet careful pressure to your throat with one of his free hands, making you gasp. Your senses were overwhelmed and you could feel that you would climax soon.

“Tell me you love me,” he panted gruffly. You obeyed and came as you mumbled out the words. Ubbe wasn’t long behind you and sagged with exhaustion once he finished too.

He rested his forehead on yours as he waited for his heavy breathing to subside. When his breaths returned to normal, he opened his eyes and grinned. “Well that was fun,” he whispered.

You laughed and kissed him quickly before pushing him off of you. “Let’s go home so we can hit round two,” you said with a sly wink.

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