“I’m going out Saturday night. Will you come too?”

“No, I’m not allowed. Mom and dad think I’m still  too young”.

“Oh, that’s a shame. I was hoping you could take Rick to the club”.

“No, but I can ask him to hang out with you, if you want?”.

“No, please don’t. I don’t think he likes me anyway”.

“We’re going to the Bluffs on Sunday why don’t you come too? I’m sure when he gets to know you better he will like you”.

“That would be great. Thank you Jessie”.

“That’s what friends are for”.

First  Time

A/N: This is my first time writing smut. This was written for @wheresthekillswitch and @emilywritesaboutdean do it like team free will challenge. Tag list at the bottom it’s a bit smaller than usual just cause I don’t know who to tag.  Gifs are not mine. Any feedback would be great. @plaidstiel-wormstache thank you Jessie for helping me out with this fic.

Pairing: Dean X Reader

Warnings: smut  unprotected sex in Baby, language, reader being a virgin. NSFW

Prompt: gif in the fic not the first gif.

Word count : 1241

Originally posted by lucifersagents

 It was late afternoon when Dean was driving you  back to the bunker in baby, listening to the same old classic rock music you both loved. You did it on impulse, switching it to a different classic rock station a completely different classic rock song was on this station.   Dean gave you a look and you knew what that look was for.

 “Remember driver picks the music-” he started to say but you interrupted him.

 “I know. What are you going to do about it, Dean?” you teased.

 “Back seat, sweetheart, now.” he said.

 Dean pulled off to the side of the road and put the car in park. You climbed over the middle seat and he followed after you. You sat right beside Dean, and when he pulled you in for a kiss, you melted. He was a great kisser, meeting you with the kind of passion you needed. You laid down pulling him with you.

 You felt his tongue against your lips seeking entrance, automatically you opened your mouth to him. His tongue was against yours, moving in a languid, practiced, dance. You didn’t want this to ever stop, his hands were tangled in your hair, your fingers were carding through his short, spiky hair.

 He pulled away, breathless, his forehead leaning against yours as he began unbuttoning your jeans. You nuzzled his chin to the side and kissed down his neck as you unbuttoned his shirt, you sucked and licked at his skin, leaving a hickey or two as you went. Once he was free of his shirt you traced his abs, the little bumps and hollows fascinated you, but as he was working on pulling your burgundy shirt over your head, you were distracted from just how incredible this man’s body was. Once the shirt was gone you both pulled your jeans off, kicking them to the well of the passenger seat. The only items of clothing left on were his boxers and your matching bra and lace panties.

The hunter traced his fingers over your jaw, his movements slower now. His little touches felt amazing, like little sparks sending warm shots of electricity through you. He left a trail of kisses down your jaw, following his fingers, leading to your neck. You couldn’t help but melt into him. This was honestly one of your favorite feelings, every touch of his fingers to your body felt so incredibly perfect.

 Your hands were playing with each others hair, you too were caught up in the moment. Before he pinned your hand down your other hand was still in his hair.You felt his hand on top of yours, turning it over so your fingers would intertwine. His fingers were gentle but the pads were rough, making them rugged. It’s almost as if they were made to be on you.

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Music Series: Figures by Jessie Reyez

Thank you for the request, lovely Anon!

This was an interesting one for me to write, but I think it turned out alright, and I hope you like it.

Figures” by Jessie Reyez, which can be found on Spotify, HERE.




Figures…I gave you ride or die and you gave me games

Love figures…I know I’m crying cause you just won’t change

Love figures…I gave it all and you gave me shit

Love figures…I wish I could do exactly what you did

Anger. That’s all you felt. Sheer anger.

When Harry told you he wanted out of the relationship, you were shocked. The two of you never fought, rarely argued, and loved each other more than you could ever have imagined loving a person. So when he said he was breaking up after nearly a year of being together, without any explanation, you wanted answers.

“Don’t you think I deserve to know why?” you cried to him. “Fuck, Harry! Just last week you were talking about the children we’ll have together someday! And now you want to break up?”

“Yes,” he says coldly, not looking at you.

“Wh…what did I do?” you stutter. “Did I do something to make you angry? I…”

“No,” he says, shaking his head. “It’s me. I’m sorry.”

After discussing the matter until you were a messy puddle in the kitchen floor, Harry grabbed his things and quickly walked out of your flat. You screamed, so hurt, not understanding what had happened.

Until the next day when you saw him, getting into his car outside of a store he frequented…opening the passenger door and a woman getting inside, while paps took photos around the car.

I wish I could hurt you back

Love, what would you do if you couldn’t get me back

You’re the one who’s gonna lose

Something so special, something so real

Tell me boy, how in the fuck would you feel?

If you couldn’t get me back

That’s what I wish that I could do to you

Anger. That’s what you felt. Lingering anger.

You saw him that first day with the girl and couldn’t believe he was with someone else. But when you found out that the rumors were that he had been with her for a while, you were devastated. You never expected Harry to be the type to cheat on you, and your heart was broken all over again. Not only had he left you with no explanation, but he had broken your heart for another woman. A woman he had been with while with you.

“You know people are talking,” your friend tells you. “And some are saying Harry’s been seeing her for a couple of months now.”

“But how?” you ask her, shaking your head in disbelief. You were all cried out at this point, or at least that’s what you told others, but you knew that Harry was with you most of the time when he wasn’t working, which meant he had to have been lying to you about working.

Cheating and lying. How could you have not seen this about Harry? He was always so wonderful with you. It just made you want to be as horrible to him as he was to you, but that’s not the type of person that you were.

“Maybe you should throw yourself back into the dating pool,” your friend insisted. “Let me set you up with someone. Get you back into the game again.”

Your first thought was that you weren’t ready for that. But at that moment, you gave zero fucks.

“You know what? Let’s do it,” you tell your friend with a determined, smart-ass smile. “I’m not going to sit and sulk about a punk-ass rockstar who thinks it’s okay to treat women like that. Set me up!”

You clink your glass against hers and down your drink, and soon find yourself with a date for Saturday night.

Figures…I’m the bad guy cause I can’t learn to trust

Love figures…You say sorry once and you think it’s enough

I got a lineup of girls and a lineup of guys

Begging for me just to give ‘em a try

Figures…I’m willing to stay cause I’m sick for your love

Anger. That’s still what you felt. Controlled, but still there.

As you start to walk out of the restaurant with your date, you nearly run into a couple and excuse yourself, before seeing who it is.

Harry looks at you in bewilderment, as if you were some crazy oddity at a side show, or that bad accident that you don’t want to look at but you can’t take your eyes off of. You look at him as he looks at you, his breathing increasing as his date puts her arm around him. Harry begins to speak when he sees your date put his arm around your shoulder.

“Excuse us,” your date says politely, not realizing who they are. “You ready, love?”

You hesitate a moment, then look to your date with a smile.

“Yes,” you say. “Let’s go.”

As you pass Harry, you feel the back of his hand brush against yours, and the knuckle of his pinky grabbing yours for a quick moment, then letting go. You look at him, his eyes meeting yours, then you turn away, angrier than you already were.

After your date drops you at your flat with a sweet kiss to your cheek, you shut the door and immediately call your girlfriend.

“What the fuck?!” you yell at her, explaining everything to her. “Why would he do that?”

“He’s a pompous ass, love,” she assures you, just like a best friend should. “He thinks he can just love you and leave you and lead you on to believe that at some point, if it doesn’t work out with the other girl, he can come back to you and just take you back again.”

“What pisses me off, is I’m not sure I wouldn’t!” you say, honestly.

“You better not, after what he did to you!” she admonishes.

“I know,” you say, sulking and frustrated. “But I still love him, even though he’s an ass. That sounds ridiculous.”

“Yes, it does,” she agrees. “But I get it. Just takes time to get over someone you love.”

I wish I could hurt you back

Love, what would you do if you couldn’t get me back

You’re the one who’s gonna lose

Something so special, something so real

Anger. Enough to still feel it, but you felt done with it now. Resigned anger.

“Love?” you hear a voice behind the pounding at your front door. Are you dreaming? You open your eyes and look at the clock on the dresser.

3:12 a.m.

Who the hell is beating on your front door at 3 o’clock in the morning?

You quickly go to your front door, barely one eye open, as you look through the peep hole.

“Babe, please…it’s me…Harry,” you hear him say with drunken voice. “Please let me in.”

You stop and think for a moment, not much wanting to talk to him or see him again. But that side of you that would always care about him…love him…wanted to make sure he was okay. You remove the chain on your door and open it, looking at him with irritation.

“Harry…what do you want?” you ask in frustration. “It’s 3 in the morning.”

“Is it?” he says, trying to look at his watch but unable to see it through drunken eyes. “I’m sorry. I just…I need to talk to you.”

“What is there left to talk about?” you ask coldly. “You broke up with me…cheated on me…and are still with her…so what could there possibly be left to talk about?”

“Please…” he said, begging then grabbing your hand which you promptly pull from his grasp.

You take a deep breath and move out of the way so he could come inside, closing the door behind him. You turn around and confidently look at him, knowing you’ve done no wrong, that this was all on him.

He looks at you with sorrow and sadness, knowing he hurt you and feeling horrible about it.

“So…” you try to help him get started.

“I’m sorry,” he says with a frown.

“You’re sorry!” you nearly shout, then remember you have neighbors sleeping.

“Yes!” he says, slurring his words a bit. “I never meant to hurt you! It wasn’t you, it was me!”

“Oh, I know that! Any more cliche’s up your sleeve?” you ask sarcastically.

“I didn’t…” he says, searching for his words through a drunken mind. “It isn’t what you think, love…”

“It isn’t you telling me you want to break up, then the next day seeing you get into your car with the woman you were apparently cheating on me with?” you question with bitterness.

“Yes, but no,” he says. “I just need to…”

“Harry, I don’t know that I care any longer what you need!” you yell at him. “You weren’t too concerned with what I needed. You broke my heart, then immediately made me look like a jilted fool to the rest of the world by showing off your new woman to the paparazzi, while you somehow managed to still come off the fuckin’ golden boy!”

Harry looked at you as a tear left his eye. “I still care for you!”

“No! You don’t get to cry about you cheating on me and leaving me!”

“I never wanted to leave you!” he yells. “I…look, it’s a long story…but…”

“I don’t want to hear it!” you argue. “Where was your long story the night you told me we were over, with no reason except ‘it’s not you, it’s me’? Hm? You know, if all it was, was a long story to explain it, did it ever cross your mind that maybe I would have understood? Believed you and gone along with it? But you decided it was better to break my heart!”

“Please, baby, just let me…” he tries.

“No!” you spat. “You decided this was over, for whatever the fuck reason you thought was worth breaking me. You still care for me?” you drill, as he nods, trying to touch you but you pull away. “Harry, how do you think you would feel, if you thought everything was beautiful between us, and you came home and I left you? How would you feel if I left you for another man and you couldn’t get me back? How would it make you feel if you saw that man put his hands on me and kiss me? How in the fuck would you feel if I kissed him back, let him touch my body, make him moan, let him stroke the hair that you pull? Because that’s all I thought of after you left and I saw you with her. Does that bother you at all? Because if not, then there is nothing else…”

You try to finish your rant but Harry presses you firmly against the wall, his lips pressed against yours, his hands on either side of your face, as you feel him crying into your mouth, his breath rapid as he sobs. For a brief instant, you miss that kiss on your lips, even the roughness of his action against the wall, the feel of his body pressing against yours. For a brief instant….

You push him away with all the strength you have as he loses his balance slightly but catches himself.

“If I was a vengeful person, Harry Styles,” you say with loving contempt, “I would hurt you in every way you’ve hurt me, just to spite you. So take it as a gift that I’m just letting you go.”

You walk to the front door, opening it and looking at the floor, waiting for Harry to leave. He slowly walks to you, tears down his face. You want to scream and cry and beat your fist into a bloody pulp, but you show strength in front of him, not letting him see you weak again. Not sense the night that you showed it and he walked away. Not again.

Harry leans to you, trying to kiss your cheek but you pull your face out of his reach. He sobs quietly then walks out the door and disappears down the hall of the apartment building.

Not again….

Tell me boy, how in the fuck would you feel?

If you couldn’t get me back

That’s what I wish that I could do to you, you

To you, you…Figures


Under the cut you’ll find roughly 93 gifs (95 counting the extra 2 with different coloring) of the handsome Jessie T. Usher as Jay in All Part of the Game: Part 1 Freethrows and Dylan Hiller from half of Independence Day: Resurgence (I’ll eventually gif the other half… maybe lol). Usher is an actor known for his role as Cam Calloway on Survivor’s Remorse and played Lyle on Cartoon Networks Level Up. Ethnically, he is of Black (unspecified) descent, so please cast him accordingly. The gifs are all small/medium, textless, and mostly hq. Any repeats were completely unintentional. I made all of these gifs and honestly you can use them in anyway but if you add them to a crackship or gif hunt or anything of the sort please give me credit. Please like or reblog if you plan on using. Thank you! 1/?

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Thank You!

Hi, followers! For my 3,000 Followers Drabble Game, I unfortunately was unable to answer every single prompt. There were some readers who sent lovely messages along with their ask though, and I wanted to take a second to thank you for the congratulations.

Your messages truly mean the world and I am very happy to have you as readers. This drabble challenge might be over - but I already have an idea for when I hit 5K. HAPPY READING!

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Heat Of The Moment

[Summary]: You get tipsy and spend an amazing night with Steve Rogers

[Warning]: Some swearing and drinking

[Pairing]: Steve x reader

Tagging: @mangosoldier @buckysberrie @bovaria @just-call-me-mrs-captain @that-sokovian-bastard

A/N: I was inspired by @mangosoldier‘s “Accidents Happen” for this. Thanks Jessie :) And this is the first one I’ve wrote that has alcohol mentioned, so go easy on me for I’m not one that really drinks.  Feedback is appreciated!

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

It had been a long time since you had a boyfriend, let alone actually went out on a date.

Your friend kept insisting that you come with her to these parties she was always invited to but you knew it would lead to the wrong thing; too much drinking and a one-night stand with someone.

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Preference "How they react to you saving them from a walker"

(So I had time to write today and decided to write a preference :D Yay for us protecting our faves again!! and for them complimenting us!!! PS.Yes Negan’s our personal cheerleade!! Gifs not mine/Found them on google/Credits to the original owners.)

Negan- He’d never expect to be in need of someone to protect him, so seeing you having his back he’d be more than impressed. He’d be proud and starstruck looking at you beating a walker to pieces and wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut. “Oh my fucking Jesus! Get him! Get him! Yes! Holy Shit! You’re fucking him up! That’s awesome!”

Daryl- Seeing you attack a walker that was about to get him, he’d be grateful to have you by his side. He’d nod in thanks and try to return the favor by keeping a close eye on you. Once home, he’d put his arm on your shoulders and pull you closely to thank you. “Hey about earlier…Thanks it was really nice of you to come in and save me like that…It’s good to know I can always rely on you…”

Rick- Realizing he was being saved by you from a walker, would shock and surprise him. Nonetheless, he’d be thankful for your help and suddenly get up to help you get the job done. Afterwards, he’d smile and chuckle wiping the blood away from you and out breath would say “Thanks Y/N…Never thought I’d ever burden you like that…next time i’ll make sure to keep an eye out!”

Merle- Seeing you save him from a walker would initially surprise him but soon get him hyped. He’d cheer you on clapping his hands, whistling and laughing but then he’d somehow end up in tears from the realization that you cared for him. “Damn Y/N you’re going native on it! Wooo! Yeah! Baby! Shit!…Damn…y-you care for me…”

Glenn- Witnessing you save him from a near death experience, would make him eternally grateful of you. As He’d stammer to get up he’d run to you and hug you in thanks and start to ramble. “Oh my god! Thank goodness you’re here for me! Thank you Y/N, really thank you! I-I can’t imagine what would happen if you weren’t here.”

Carl- He was usually the one saving you and he knew how thankful you were, but when it was the other way around he truly realized what the feeling was. He’d walk over to you and just pull you for a hug. "Thanks Y/N…It’s really great to know you care for me this much…and to understand how it feels like to be saved by someone you really like…”

The Governor- He’d be impressed by your efforts to save him but eventually would start to worry for your safety. He’d get a closer look at you and make sure nothing was wrong. “Y/N I thank you for the thoughtful action but…I don’t want you to risk your life for me like that again! I don’t want to see you hurt, alright…”

Abraham- Seeing you save him from a walker would make him do a double take and pull you away from the walker. He’d finish the job and start to laugh. “Holy mother of bitch! Look at all you did to save my life! Guess you really care for me…I must be the luckiest guy in the world to get this kind of treatment!”

Eugene- Seeing you save him from a walker wouldn’t surprise him since it wasn’t the first time. Nonetheless he’d be grateful for how caring you are of him. “Thanks Y/N…as always…you’re always the first one to care for me…i’m really, really grateful for that…just so you’d know…”

Jesus- He’d be extremely grateful for you saving him from a walker and wouldn’t be able to stop smiling and thanking you. “Thank you Y/N! It’s great to have you around protecting me like this! Let’s hope I can return the favor and stop being a burden to you like this…”

Ron- Seeing you kill a walker that was trying to attack him would make him understand how much he meant to you. He’d get up and get closer to you and say “I’m sorry I was reckless…I don’t know what I would do without you…thanks…thank you for caring for me…”

Dwight- He’d be stunned to see you save him from a walker and would make him have feelings for you even more. He’d help you get back to camp and tell you “About earlier, thanks…and also…you saved me because you care for me right? I mean…It’s okay if you didn’t but…It would be nice to know…”

Morgan- Seeing you take out a walker to save him would amaze him and be grateful for you actions. He’d get closer to you and pat your shoulder in thanks and say “Thank you for that, Y/N…I appreciate the help…I really do…It’s nice to know you have my back like this…”

Michonne- Seeing you save her from a walker would stun her and just stare at you in amazement. She’d wait for you to walk back towards her and suddenly grab a hold of your arm. “What has gotten into you?! I’ve never seen you this way…It was actually amazing…Thanks Y/N…”

Maggie- She’d be excited to see you attack a walker to save her and wouldn’t be able to keep her calm. She’d get closer to you and hug you tightly. “I can’t believe how brave you were! It was great to see you like that! Thank you, Y/N! Thank you for protecting me…”

Andrea- Seeing you save her from a walker would make her nervous at first but then realize how thankful she was for you. She’d get up and hug you saying “You have no idea how thankful I am for you…I-I can’t imagine what would happen without you here…thanks…”

Jessie- She’d be surprised and wouldn’t be able to keep her eyes of of you. However, she’d want to be of help somehow and get closer to you. “Do you need help…?I-I feel like I should do something to help you…Y/N I just want to thank you somehow for all of this…i’m really grateful for you…”

Beth- Seeing you save her she’d be really thankful for your actions and understand how much she meant to you. Her eyes would get watery and she’d wait and run up to hug you. “You…you did it for me right? Thank you…thank you so much…I’m really happy to know you care for me this much…”

Sasha- Seeing you save her from a walker would surprise her and be grateful for your help. She’d wait for you to be over and get closer to say her thanks. “Thank you about that…I really didn’t see that one coming…I don’t know what I would’ve done without you…”

Rosita- She’d be impressed by your skills and find herself admiring you. She’d then get closer to you and start to clean the blood away from you. “Never thought the tables would ever turn like this…I admit i’m impressed! Thanks Y/N…I really mean it…you were great…”

Let Me Let Go

I am shocked that this series has had the effect it has. Here’s part 6 of the Cherry Stem Knots saga. Read these parts first!

1. Cherry Stem Knots
2. Drinkin’ Me Lonely
3. Between the Raindrops 
4. Rise Above This Mess
5. Tequila Talkin’

This is also week 7 of the SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge.

PROMPT: “Oh my god, you’re in love!”
CHARACTERS: Jess Moore, Sam Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Jo Harvelle, Dean Winchester, Female Reader
WARNINGS: Angst, language, violence

TAGS: @one-shots-supernatural@b-enfield14, @nerdflash, @onlygodcanjudgeme-sh, @mrs-squirrel-chester, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @effie-wreads, @growningupgeek, @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid, @a-pancho-universe, @moonlitskinwalker, @zanthiasplace, @profkmoriarty13, @sandlee44, @castiels-angel-grace, @aprofoundbondwithdean, @fandommaniacx, @deandoesthingstome, @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog, @oriona75, @mangasia, @cass-xxo, @feelmyroarrrr, @busybee612, @eyes-of-a-disney-princess, @nitelotus, @gaysmutstiel, @allinhishands, @allthatsupernaturallife, @lovemydean-o-saur, @sex-in-cars-with-boys, @sevendevilsinmyimpala, @callmesweetheartifyoumeanit, @sdavid09, @rizlowwritessortof, @charred-angelwings, @escabell, @supernaturalblogging, @shameless-danni, @waywardjoy, @iateglitter, @thinkwritexpress, @kindnessalwayswins89, @dontcallmebabe-ok, @love-me-some-pie21, @wwecrazed2010

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You stayed in the shower for a long time, then wasted as much time as you could in the bathroom. You brushed and flossed your teeth, washed your mouth out twice. You dried your hair and brushed it until it was shiny. You pulled some of it away from your face, pinning it back, leaving some of it down around your shoulders. You thought about putting makeup on, but the slight ache in your head led you to decide against it. 

When you’d wasted as much time as you could, you opened the door and walked to the kitchen, going straight for the coffeepot and pouring yourself a cup. You took a sip, then turned back to see Jess sitting at the table. You gave her a smile, lifting your cup to your lips.

“How you feeling?”
“Like shit. I’m so ready for a nap it’s not even funny.”

You gave a quiet laugh, then set your cup aside, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Why aren’t you sleeping, then?”
“I wanted to see how my friend was.”

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[Pentagon] Finding Comfort.
  • Member: Yeo One
  • Genre: Fluff
  • Words: 1.58k
  • Notes: This is a scenario request promised to my lovely new admin, Sol. I hope that you like it!

Mist, as thick as a blanket, rolls lazily through the feet of the barren trees. The forest dark in the first light of day, only illuminated by the soft white glow of the moon’s light reflecting within the fog. No sounds echo through the empty forest. No wind rustles through the dead leaves scattered across the floor. Only you stand amongst the bare trunks.

Every direction looks the same. Frantically, you turn in circles, your breathing hitching and heart racing. How did you get here?

You turn again to the left, but the sound of a snapping branch pulls your attention to the right. You squint into the haze, but see nothing more than the shadow of trees. A rustle behind you startles you. Quickly you whip around, but once again, nothing. The fog around you swells like waves on the ocean, swirling in a wind that does not exist.

You need to get out. You pick a direction and run. You run and run, but everything looks the same. The trees do not change and the fog blinds everything else from view.

When you stop to look around again, a faint whisper echoes through the night. The soft voice strikes fear into your heart. You know this voice all too well, but why is he here? You turn quickly, trying to locate the direction he lays. You hear nothing but the sound of your heart pounding within your ears.

Panicked, you race forward, praying that you will hear him call to you again. Perhaps he will guide you out of this hellish place. Be the savior in these dark times. But after a few more minutes of silence, your stomach sinks. Will you ever escape these trees?

The sound of your name floats across the dead air once again, this time no echo follows. Without hesitation, you run towards the direction of the voice calling out to you. Fear fills your entire soul as you focus on the pained strain of his voice. What could be happening? WHY is this happening?

Your feet navigate the forest floor seemingly of their own free will, nimbly missing jutting roots and small shrubs, even in the dense fog.

A few minutes pass and you are still running. Where could he be? You strain your ears, listening for the slightest sound, anything to let you know you were getting close. It comes, the soft, muffled sound of your name. You are still heading in the right direction, but the sound is weaker.

Something is wrong.

As this thought settles into the back of your mind, your feet carry you faster and faster. You race against time now, but it feels like you are getting nowhere. You pass tree after dead tree. Each trunk looks the same.

Desperation fills you. You need to find him. And you need to find him now. You try to call to him, but no words escape your lips. Try as you might, no sounds come out. Terror consumes you with this new revelation. What the hell is going on?!

He calls again. His voice almost gone, but he must be close. Still, you see nothing through the fog. Frantically, you search through the dark, following the low groans that now echo in the forest.

Just as you are about to give into your fear, the mist parts dramatically, revealing a small clearing with one large tree nestled in center. At its base, a shadowy figure sits slumped over.

You found him… Your stomach drops. As you take a step into the clearing, he groans again. The sound is so pained that it cuts you to the bone. What is going on?

Hearing his distress, you let go of every care and rush forward towards him. As you run, you seem to get no closer. You reach out to him, trying to force yourself forward, but the world around you feels as if you are on treadmill. No matter how long you run, you get nowhere.

You try to find your voice again. You scream, forcing every last breath of air from your lungs, but all that comes is a small scrap of a sound. However, it’s enough to grab his attention.

The world around you brightens just enough to reveal his features. Weakly, his eyes rise to meet yours and the sight forces you to your knees. His head lolls back against the tree behind him which, you now see, he is tied to. His hair plastered to his face due to thick streams of deep red blood dripping out from under his bangs.

Just as tears form in your eyes and you manage to pull a scream from deep within, he calls to you one last time.

“CHANG GUUU!” Your voice scrapes the inside of your throat and the floor falls out from beneath you. Weightlessness immediately takes over, but the feeling is short lived.

You dart up and, when you open your eyes to darkness, you realize your scream is echoing through your quiet house. Your heart pounds, your breathing heavy. Tremors take over your muscles and tears stream down your face. The commotion pulling your partner from his deep sleep.

“Baby… Baby… It’s ok,” the familiar voice, heavy with sleep, comforts you almost immediately. Chang Gu’s arms wrap around you, pulling your head to his chest. “Shh…shhh…” He whispers into your hair. His hand trails over your back, trying to calm your frightening form. “It was just a bad dream…” His movements are borderline frantic as he struggles to wrangle you down from this terrible nightmare.

His words work to calm you, but the nightmare was so jarring that the images are seared into your brain. With every sob that tears through the night, you see Chang Gu tied to the tree played on the back of your eyelids.

“You’re alright…” He repeats again and again. Each time, pulling you tighter in to the safety of his arms.

You try to chant in your mind that it was just a dream, but the imagery was so real. The fear and anguish was so thick that your heart still feels it during these waking moments. You find it hard to believe, even yourself, that it was just a dream.

For several minutes, he rocks you back and forth, whispering words of comfort. Slowly, it works and you are able to feel the descent from that fear fueled high. As your breaths even out, you are finally able to look at your longtime boyfriend. And he looks perfectly fine.

In an almost disbelief, you gently push the hair from his forehead, revealing the smooth skin underneath. He is fine. There is no evidence that a cut ever existed. It really was all a dream.

A sigh escapes your lips and you allow yourself to fall against his body, the tense muscles in your own finally relaxing. “You’re alright,” you puff in relief, the weight escaping your shoulders.

Chang Gu gently strokes your hair as he responds, “Of course I am. Are you all right? Do you want to talk about it?”

Quickly, you shake your head no. The fear still too real to talk about it now, but you will be sure to confide in him later. Right now, you just need his presence. “I’ll be ok…” You trail off. Your breath hikes again as your brain summons the shocking images once again.

“I’m right here, baby. I’ll always be right here,” he assures you in a gentle voice. He shifts his position on the bed, pulling you onto his lap as he leans back against the headboard. He eases you down against his chest, cradling you against his body.

You lay your head against the bare skin of his chest, focusing on the rise and fall with each breath. The steady rhythm soothing your scrambled thoughts until your breaths match with his.

“There you go,” he whispers to you, his lips against your hair. “Everything is fine, see?” He rubs a hand up and down your arm. His touch is gentle and caring. “Whatever happened must have been terrible, but it was only a dream,” he reassures you. He does not ask you to explain further, he just holds you within the safety of his arms.

As you attempt to put thoughts of the nightmare to rest, Chang Gu intertwines his fingers with yours. Just these soft touches and gentle gestures are enough to lay your fears to rest. He is here with you. He is not injured, nor was he ever in such a state.

Your eyes become heavy with sleep, but you manage to steal one last glance at your protector’s perfect face. You want him to be the last thing you see before you let yourself succumb to sleep once again.

When your eyes meet his, he leans in and presses his soft lips against yours. The kiss is enough to ensure that things will be better this time around. You nuzzle your head back into his neck and allow your eyes to close.

Chang Gu watches over you carefully as you quickly drift off into sleep once again, not letting himself sleep until he knows that you can rest easily, but he keeps his arm wrapped tightly around your body.

Once he is sure that you are asleep, he lets his own eyes close. He whispers an “I love you” into your hair before focusing on your steady breaths, allowing himself to relax and find rest.

-Admin Jessie-

OMMGGGGG thanks so much it was so good! :o


anonymous asked:

Poor thing *hugs* I believe in you that you can do it. (In three weeks I am ready with grade 9 *looks for the summer vocations* (same anon who asked ,how you are, guess who~?))

Aww Thank You ;w; also, Jessi? XDDD

With all the Jessica content we’ve been getting lately, I don’t want the fact that Jess was seen in something other than a UCLA hoodie to go by the wayside.

I was tagged by @jasoncrouse Thanks babe! 💜
Nickname: Jessie, Jess, Jessa, my mom calls me Jessiebean.
Zodiac: Gemini
Height: 5′7.
Last thing I googled: What year David Bowie’s Ziggy Stardust album came out.
Favourite music artist: Oh gosh. Just one? Well I guess I’d have to say Stevie Nicks and Fleetwood Mac.
Song stuck in my head: Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl) by Looking Glass
Last movie I saw: Alien: Covenant
What am I wearing right now: Tye dye shirt and black shorts
Why did I choose my url: because I fucking love Rick Grimes. He’s mah boo. 💖
Do I have any other blogs: yes I have a personal blog @lochjessmonstaaa
What did your last relationship teach you: Never!
Religious or spiritual: Nah
Favorite colour: Turquoise
Average hours of sleep: 4-7
Lucky number: I don’t have one lol
Favourite characters: Rick Grimes, Peter Quill, Bucky Barnes, Mad Sweeney, Daryl Dixon, Glenn Rhee, Carol Peletier, Maggie Greene, Harley Quinn, Rey, Carl Grimes, etc.
How many blankets do I sleep with: only one!
Dream job: Nurse Practitioner
Tagging (you don’t have to if you don’t want to): @zaddygrimes @such-a-common-girl @shinydixon
@officergrimes-daddydixon @reedusteinrambles @youandyourstupidrope @writer-foreverx @hatterized