and when he felt her hand on his lips he couldn't help himself

retrouvaille | M

(n.) the joy of meeting or finding someone again after a long separation; discovery

Originally posted by gotjhope

pairing: seokjin x reader
genre: sugar daddy au! smut, fluff
warning: rated M for this is a Mess of feelings and R rated activities.
word count: 10,824

You step out the elevator doors, high heels clicking against polished marble and echoing throughout the empty lobby as a bitter reminder of your shortcomings. To an outsider, you’re the definition of a successful young woman––makeup on point, high-end designer clothes, confident stride and a flirty smile to match.

Well, ignorance is bliss.

A grimace paints your face at the thought of life constantly kicking back your efforts to be happy and prosperous, but you couldn't––wouldn’t––give in to the pain of ineffectiveness. Not when what you wanted was looming so close to you, hovering at the edge of your fingertips.

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Pairing: Ivar x Reader
Summary: Modern Au. This line of work has never been so stressful for Reader. When she gets mixed up with Ivar on a mission, things get a little…interesting.

Length: Settle in love, it’s a long one!
Warnings: NSFW, swearing, action sequences, death mentions, blood mention, murder, angst, dirty talking, explicit, detailed smut

Tagging the moonbeam crew: @synnersaint @inthenameofodin @squirrelacorngliterfarts @captainpoopweinersoldier @underthenorthstar @mizzvengenz6661 @whenimaunicorn @lordavanti @ivartheboneme @pagan-raider @rockyrascal @arkrimwitchout @heathen-army @cherrytrinkets @lumpyqueen97 @wastelandsheep @ubberagnarssons @shondlenoodle @sylvia-wolfe-postlimit-blog @bluearchersstuff @ryderwinchester @ceridwenofwales @fandomers @holy-minseok @ivarsvalkyrie @lyra-stark99 @blonde-valkryie @alienskind @lollyfuckindagger @anniemar @brightlycoloredteacups  @agonybcrn @vile-villian666 @loveabove @itharley @mrsmargera @skywalkingdixon @forvalhallaandodin @stitchattacks @rls905 @kelsh13 @tiyetiye @lttlcuddles @princess-sweatpants @redheadedtrollop @dani-si @bloodyivar @nothingbuthappydays @dangerousvikings @buckyslocalfarmer @lupy22 @siren-kitten-his @kitkat1690 @ivartheheathen @burningsunshin3 @colexxcole @kathieycarrerarosshley @rachiieee @obsessive-submisive @bitchccraft @kirah34 @dangerousvikings @moonlover19 @skadithegoddess

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Will You Fake Date Me? (Jimin Fluffy Imagine)
  • Y/N sits on the couch enjoying a delicious bowl of popcorn. Her eyes are glued to the screen where a scary movie plays. Y/N's eyes widen in anticipation, her mouth ajar. She lifts a handful of popcorn to her mouth when-
  • JIMIN: Y/N!
  • Jimin barges through her front door. His small figure is illuminated by the moon of the dark night.
  • Y/N: AHHHHH!
  • By pure reflex, and not a hint of maliciousness, Y/N flings the tin bowl of popcorn at Jimin, showering her living room in kernels and nailing Jimin in the head.
  • JIMIN: OW! Y/N! What the hell?
  • Jimin massages the blow to his head.
  • Y/N: Jimin, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?
  • JIMIN: Yeah, I'm fine.
  • After hearing this, Y/N proceeds to smack Jimin upside the head.
  • JIMIN: OW!?
  • Y/N: That was for scaring me. How did you even get in here?
  • Jimin plops himself down on the couch with a sour expression and his hands rubbing the spot on his head that had received yet another blow.
  • JIMIN: The door was unlocked. You know for someone who watches a bunch of thriller movies, you really don't take all the necessary precautions.
  • Y/N sits beside him and pauses the movie.
  • Y/N: Why are you here? Shouldn't you be on a date with 'Super hot as fuck' Irene.
  • Y/N tries to pull off her best imitation of Jimin when she says, "Super hot as fuck" but her voice comes out a lot deeper than his.
  • JIMIN: Why don't we just call her 'Super hot bitch' 'cuz it turns she only asked me to come out to make Taehyung jealous.
  • Y/N: Seriously?
  • JIMIN: Yes seriously. I just can't believe I thought she actually wanted to go out with me. You know to actually date me.
  • Y/N pauses. She doesn't really know what to say in this situation. She's used to always being the one sulking and Jimin cheering her up.
  • JIMIN: Okay you can stop with the pity stares. I'll live.
  • Y/N: You came to the right place Jimin. My shoulders aren't as sturdy as Jin's but they are here for your tears.
  • Jimin bursts out laughing. Y/N flings kernels of popcorn on the couch at him.
  • JIMIN: That was terrible. Thank you.
  • Jimin sighs.
  • JIMIN: As much as I'd like to stop holding back my tears, I came here on strict business.
  • Y/N raises her eyebrow.
  • Y/N: I'm all ears Agent Chim.
  • JIMIN: I want you to fake date me.
  • Y/N pauses.
  • Y/N: If this were a movie, this would be the perfect moment for a spit take.
  • JIMIN: Y/N, I'm serious.
  • Y/N: You're joking.
  • JIMIN: I just said 'I'm serious'
  • Y/N: That's insane. Friends don't just fake date each other.
  • JIMIN: How would we know? To us it wouldn't be fake dating.
  • Y/N: Jimin, shut up. No way, I am not fake dating you.
  • JIMIN: Please, Y/N, I need your help.
  • Jimin grabs Y/N's hand in his. He tilts his head and pouts his lips. Y/N shakes her head at him.
  • Y/N: Why? Why would we even need to do this?
  • JIMIN: I want Irene to want me. I want her to see what she could have had. What we could have been.
  • Y/N frowns and pulls her fingers away from Jimin's
  • Y/N: Why do you like her so much?
  • JIMIN: What do you mean?
  • Y/N: What's so great about her? I mean yeah she's pretty and all but so are lots of girls. What's so different about her?
  • Jimin pauses. You can tell he's thinking pretty hard about this. He slumps back on the couch and stares into his lap.
  • JIMIN: Honestly I have no idea.
  • Y/N: See? You want to do all this for a girl you don't even really like.
  • JIMIN: I do like her. I just don't know what I like about her.
  • Y/N huffs and the two sit awkwardly in silence on the couch for a moment. A few times Jimin starts his sentence to name something he likes about Irene but then falls back into thought. Eventually Y/N breaks the silence and says.
  • Y/N: You know, if you had just asked me to go on a date with you, I would have said yes.
  • JIMIN: You mean like a real date?
  • Y/N: Yeah, a real date. I kinda get how you felt earlier about Irene using you to get to Taehyung now. And its not your fault. I should of told you earlier Jimin. I like you.
  • Jimin's eyes are wide. He stares at Y/N who is looking down into her lap awaiting for his response. Eventually she breaks the silence again.
  • Y/N: You're my best friend Jimin and I would do anything to help you but fake dating you would be so much harder for me than you think because that's probably the closest we would ever get to becoming more than friends.
  • Y/N gets up off the couch and slowly makes her way to the landing of the stairs.
  • Y/N: It's late. I'm going to bed. You can let yourself out. Goodnight Jimin.
  • Y/N reaches the first step of the stairs when Jimin calls-
  • JIMIN: Wait!
  • Y/N stops at the step and turns around to face Jimin.
  • JIMIN: When you asked me what I liked about Irene, I couldn't think of anything. But when you said what you said right now, I asked myself what I liked about you, and there were so so many reasons Y/N. I like everything about you. Even the annoying things aren't that annoying. Y/N, I think I like you too.
  • A/N:
  • Hello! This is my first time writing an imagine in screenplay format. I tried to incorporate both into one and this is what we got. I really hope you guys liked this because this was a lot of fun to write. Also to the Anon who requested this, I'm sure this wasn't what you imagined but I hope you liked it all the same. Thanks for all the support guys! Thanks @limseoyeon
  • ~Armygirl

The L.A night sky would have been dark and clear if it wasn’t for the moon being on show at 3AM. The bright night star had shone light through many windows, one of them being Harry’s bedroom window. 

Harry himself laid in bed with just a pair of tracksuits adorned on his legs whilst the duvet cover was placed up to his chest. He glanced at the moon before his eyes darted to the other side of the bed where he grabbed his phone from the pillow next to him.The side of the bed where she was supposed to be but wasn’t. Instead she was in their London home. Harry sighed unhappily at the fact that she was in London because throughout the course of their year long relationship,never had he slept in his L.A home,alone.

Nights alone were something that Harry detested deeply especially since she had come into his life.She brought many things to his life like comfort and feelings that he had never truly felt before.She gave him a sense of belonging; a sense of homeliness and that’s why he couldn’t sleep as well as he usually did when alone.He was both physically and mentally used to having someone to hold on to during the night. 

The IOS object that was held in his hand had lit up once Harry had pressed the home button.The lighted screen caused Harry to blink,eyes now trying to adjust to the light,biting the inside of his cheek as he stared at the photo of her.In the photo,she was trying to cover up her laughing face,but the smile was evident through the picture because she had barely managed to cover up her eyes.

Looking at the image brought all sorts of memories back.So many happy memories,so many enjoyable moments;it was quite sad that the contentment that the couple had,was left in the past.Harry hoped that the distance they both shared would come to an end so they wouldn’t have to go to the extreme of breaking up.

Breaking up.Just the thought of it made Harry’s heart clench.In no way would he himself allow that to happen but he couldn’t speak for her.Maybe she did want to break up.He wouldn’t be surprised if she did, with all the arguments they had within the past few months.The fights were all over the place..They were all over the place.If an object was in its wrong place,then a storm would be created.Harry blamed it on the stress of their daily lives and so did she.However,he didn’t know that she blamed it on the stress and neither did she know that he blamed it on the stress because all they did was let their distance become even bigger. 

If she did want to break up..Fine!But he wasn’t going to give up on her without a fight.She was worth a million fights,worth any abuse;it was if she was his trophy.Harry hated to objectify anyone especially her,however the truth is the truth.She was like one of those trophies that every football team wanted,that every country wanted; the World Cup in this case and as cheesy as it may sound,she was exactly that - his world.

Unlocking his phone, Harry pressed ‘messages’ and began to compose a text to his sister.

Harry  Gemma

I messed up big time and I don’t know what to do.The thing is,I don’t know how I messed up.

I don’t fucking know.

Maybe it’s cos I lied to her and came to L.A but I couldn't help it Gem.I couldn’t.

All we ever do is fight and I fucking hate it.I don’t like fighting with her cos all we ever do is tear each other part.

You know when I'm back in London living in the spare room? I hear her cry,full on crying.Her crying hurts me, makes me feel like I'm being stabbed continuously.

It hurts but then I realise that she’s crying because of me and it makes everything worse.

I'm her bloody boyfriend and by being her boyfriend,I’m not supposed to make her cry.

I'm supposed to make her happy.

That’s the reason why I came here,so I don’t hurt her anymore than I already have.


We used to be happy,you know that?So happy and then everything went downhill and here I am wondering if this the end of us.

I don’t want it to be the end,it can’t be.

I can’t imagine a life without her, she’s the one I'm supposed to be marrying.

Talk to her.

After having read Gemmas’ text,Harry couldn’t help but stare at it. 

He did want to talk to his girlfriend but he was nervous at the same time. ‘How will the conversation go?Will it end up with another fight?’ he thought.He considered sending her a text rather than call her but eventually thought better of it.

Harry exited his messages and found himself tapping the phone log.It was now or never because in the later morning, he wouldn’t have the courage to do it.

He tapped her name and then pressed the ‘green call button’ causing the number to dial.The dialling tone continued as Harry bit his lip,staring at the ceiling whilst breathing quite heavily.Boy, he was nervous.

The dialling tone ended, a word leaving his mouth as it did so. 


A Blind Path Home, part 10

Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: I obviously took some liberties with the storyline, but I tried keeping it as true as possible to the canon history. No beta used this time around, so excuse my mistakes.
Summary: It started with a blind date. A date you had skipped out on, but fate had led you right to the man you stood up. Steve Rogers, a man small in stature but big in heart. A chance meeting set everything in motion, but decades later when he is unfrozen, he has been told you have died. But when a mission to retrieve Hydra plans turned up some interesting information, Steve’s left to wonder whether you are still alive. Or is this all just false hope?


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Fanfiction Shenanigans [Steve Rogers x Reader]

Requested by: @luxdxvine (I can’t tag you for some reason??) :: The avengers bring the reader and Steve together through fanfictions written for just them.

A/N: I couldn’t stop writing this fic and it’s kinda dragged and veryyyy long, therefore brace yourself. I apologise in advance and thank you for bearing with me. (Criticism welcome.)

Tony Stark strutted into the common room of the avengers, a place where they all hungout when nobody was on a mission. His patent smirk was plastered on his face as he sauntered into the midst of the other avengers, with the exception of you and Steve Rogers.

“What you got up your sleeve, man?” Sam asked, noticing Tony and his grin.

Bucky, Natasha, Clint and Vision looked up at the philanthropist while Wanda busily dealt cards to everyone.

“What I’m going to tell you is more fun than any game of cards you’ve played,” Tony declared, whipping out his phone.

“Please, Stark, we aren’t interested in the new tech you’ve come up with,” Natasha commented.

“It’s not tech, although that would be something. Anyway, it’s about Capsicle and Y/N,” Tony divulged.

“..Really? The fact that they’re attracted to each other? Old news, Grandma,” Natasha said casually.

Bucky looked at Natatsha in horror. “WHat?”

“Ol’ Buck doesn’t know,” Sam interjected.

“Everyone knew? Why didn’t I?” Bucky questioned.

Everyone shrugged at the soldier who looked a little angry.

Tony cleared his throat and continued,”Well it is obvious they’re in love but they’re not doing anything about it and it’s making me crazy. I decided that we must take matters into our own hands.”

“We’re listening,” Nat and Wanda said in unison.

“That’s the spirit,” Tony said, a wider smirk playing at his lips.


You entered the room to find the avengers sitting huddled around Tony who was talking. Your eyes automatically started to look for a particular avenger but you shook your head. You had to stop.

You walked to the huddle and everyone whirled to look at you, a grin on most of their faces. Your forehead furrowed in confusion. “What’s up?”

“It’s nothing,” Tony blurted quickly, starting to put the phone he’d been reading from into his pocket.

Just then Steve entered the room and you stiffened. Why he had this effect on you, you’d never know. But one look at him, his perfect greek-god like built, his kind blue eyes and perfect lips and you were a goner.

You turned your focus to Tony, trying to no think about Steve who walked over to stand beside you. That wasn’t helping.

“I want to know! What were you guys reading?” you demanded.

“It’s nothing, Y/N,” Bucky said, sounding unconvincing.

“Do you want me to use my power to take it from you, Tony?” you commanded.

“Alright alright,” he deadpanned. Steve looked at him questioningly. It was very unlike Tony Stark to give into commands so easily.

“We were reading Captain America into Psych fanfiction,” Tony admitted.

Your jaw dropped. Did Wanda tell everyone? Only she knew about your little crush on Steve. So this is what it felt like, being stabbed in the back with a knife.

“What’s a fanfiction?” Steve queried, his brows knitting in confusion.

“’s something people or rather fans write. They write fictious stories about people or events that they would like to happen,” Natasha explained.

Steve still looked puzzled. Meanwhile you were sure you were going to drown in embarrasment.

“We were reading fanficition about you and Y/N,” Sam added.

You almost expected Steve to start laughing at this absolute stupidity but all he said was,”They want me and Y/N to happen?”

Where was the nearest balcony? You ought to jump off one.

“Yeah well,”Tony said, trying to keep fom smiling.

Steve glanced at you and judging you by your neutral expression he said, “Well it’s not like it’s real or anything.”

Whoever said about words not harming anyone. What he said made your heart clench with sadness, you always hoped he’d like you back but here was the truth, waving at you in your face.

Hurt, you managed to croak,”Yeah, keep reading Stark, this should be fun.”

That’s right, hurt yourself more.

Tony, obviously enjoying this, obligied immediately. The other avengers sat themselves around him, while you found a place next to Wanda and Steve squeezed himself between Bucky and Clint.

Clearing his throat, Tony continued where he’d left off, “Y/N lay in Steve’s arms, as the soldier whispered silent prayers into the night. Y/N was barely breathing. Steve brushed her hair off her face and caressed her cheek. ‘Please, don’t die,’ the avenger said. ‘Please, Y/N, I love you.”

Tony paused for a second and you wanted to strangle him. Steve glanced at you and you looked back, his face, unreadable.

Why were they doing this? Was this a joke to them? Steve clearly didn’t know and didn’t share the same feelings. It was merely a passtime for him. But hearing everything you wanted to happen aloud, was humiliating. But you were brave, you couldn’t let Steve know.

“Why are you reading soapy, dramatic stuff? Isn’t there anything that’s fun?” You asked, putting on an impassive face.

“Ooh the lady wants fun,” Clint said, grinning at you. You smiled back at him, hoping nobody could hear your heart thudding against your chest.

“Here’s something fun. Do you want me to read smut?” Tony questioned, his eyebrows arched and mocking.

Bucky, Sam and Clint burst out laughing, Nat following in a second later.

Congratulations, you played yourself.

“What’s smut?” Steve asked, earning a groan from everyone.

“It’s sexual intercourse and everything​related in writing, Mr. Rogers,” Vision piped and Steve’s eyes widened at the mention of the word.
His ears redened and he couldn’t bring himself to look at you. Nor could you look at him.

“Not​ that. Go on to something else,” Steve muttered.

“C'mon Capsicle,” Tony urged and before waiting for an answer, started to read.
“Lust and love blazed in Steve’s eyes as Y/N stood before him, dressed in satin lingerie.”
That earned some giggles.
Your head was going to burst, you thought.

“Pining Y/N against the wall, Steve planted small kisses on her neck and moved onto her jaw, illiciting a moan from the beautiful maiden. Y/N pushed herself against the soldier, her hands grasping at his hair. Steve slid his hand up her thigh and Y/N shuddered at his touch.”

Wild fantasies involving the blonde soldier were storming in your brain one after one and if anyone read your mind they’d take you to be christined immediately.

Just when you thought​ things couldn’t get worse, Steve said,“ That’s not how I’d do it.”

Everything went dead still. You looked at the avenger and blinked. He wasn’t looking at you.

And then the other avengers started to scoff, Bucky whistling and Natasha winking at Steve.

You chuckled a little but your mind was already racing with the thoughts of what he would do and you hated yourself for it.

“Wanna write your own fic as to how it would go, Stevie?” Tony teased.

“No thanks,” Steve said, blushing.

You tried to gather yourself for what was yet to come.

“Y/N ripped the shirt off the Captain, and drank in the god-like built of her lover. She pulled him closer, biting at his lower lip. Steve slipped the satin straps off Y/N’s shoulder, his touch burning her skin. Steve trailed kisses down her neck and moved to her bre-”

You couldn’t take it anymore.
“That’s enough,” you said through gritted teeth.

Steve looked at you, he looked a little humiliated too…and was that sorry written on his face?

Tony looked scared for a second and then joked, “Atleast the fictious Steve’s getting some action.”

Steve’s face redened. You almost laughed but caught yourself…the others however, not so much.

“Steve, c'mon man, there’s got to be someone you like,” Sam asked, punching him playfully.

Steve remained silent. So the others, obviously moved on to the next victim, you.

“And you, Y/N?”

Of course there was someone. Of course you wanted to be with him. And obviously you couldn't​ ever have that.

“Yeah, there is someone,” you muttered.

Steve looked at you, a puzzled look on his face. You glanced at him and saw something like jealousy flash over his face. You blinked. All this fanfiction reading was playing with your mind.

Bucky scooted over to you.
“Is it anyone we know?”

Why were you answering?

“Is it anyone in this room?” Clint piqued.

They all knew. Traitors.

“Uhuh.” you breathed, not looking up.

You managed to glance at Steve. He was absolutely still and watching you carefully.

As if noticing your glance at the Captain, Natasha plodded, “Is it our beloved Steve?”

You were going to die.

You could swear Steve looked crest-fallen.
He cleared his throat and said, “I just remembered, I have some work to do.”

He stood up and left, heading to the balcony.

As soon as he left, Wanda scrambled over to you and exclaimed, “What are you doing?!”

“Go talk to him you stupid thing!” Bucky cried.

All of them were talking over each other, asking you to go confront Steve.
Tired, you stood up and reluctantly followed Steve outside.

“Can we talk?” you called after the broad soldier.

He turned around and squinted at you. He nodded and beckoned you over.

Without thinking about the consequences or anything you marched upto him and began, “Listen, you’ve been a great confidante and friend. But everything I said back there was true except for the fact that.. that it is you, Rogers. I’ve been hopelessly in love with you for sometime now and I understand if this is not the case for you but all this,”-you gestured vaguely- “just made me want to tell you everything. I’m sorry if this is too awkward for you.. I just had to do it.”

Steve looked taken aback for a second. He blinked a couple of times before his beautiful blue eyes crinkled as he smiled down at you.

“I was heart broken when you said no to what Nat said and couldn’t take it anymore that’s why I had to walk out. The truth is Y/N…I’ve been in love with you for quite some time now too,” he confided.

You couldn’t believe your ears. The man of you dreams was actually in love with you too? You could almost cry. You, however, hugged him instead, burying your face in his hard, warm chest.

“FINALLY!” you heard Bucky scream from the door to the veranda. You heard a roar of laughter and giggles errupt from his side.

“Oh give us a moment​, you guys!” Steve hollered but he was smiling.

Just as Steve leaned down to kiss you, Nat yelled, “I think I’ll write a fanfiction about this!”

You smiled against his lips and kissed him.

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"now, get on your knees and show me your cock.” girl, i'm still waiting for the rest of this..

Peeta sat up, stunned. “Katniss!” Good god, he’d never seen her in so much leather before. And yet the artful arrangement of cloth and strings still offered so much bare flesh for his viewing pleasure. Even in his lustful admiration, amused laughter bubbled up in his throat. He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped. This had to be some kind of joke. A prank. “What is this?” he asked, puzzled.

Heat flashed in her quicksilver eyes, but her face remained placid and impassive. “Mistress Katniss,” she corrected him. She snapped something idly against her thigh, and his eyes snagged there. Was that…was that a riding crop?

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Pairing: Halfdan x Reader
Summary: In which Reader is infatuated with Halfdan and can’t control herself. 

Warnings: OMG NSFW, swearing, murder mention, rough sex
Length: Do ya’ll even know me @ all? LONG!!
Tagging: @squirrelacorngliterfarts @captainpoopweinersoldier @underthenorthstar @mizzvengenz6661 @whenimaunicorn @lordavanti @ivartheboneme @pagan-raider @synnersaint @rockyrascal @arkrimwitchout @heathen-army @cherrytrinkets @littlewolfieposts @lumpyqueen97 @wastelandsheep @ubberagnarssons @shondlenoodle @sylvia-wolfe-postlimit-blog @bluearchersstuff @ryderwinchester @ivars-pet @ceridwenofwales @fandomers @holy-minseok @ivarsvalkyrie @lyra-stark99 @blonde-valkyrie @alienskind @lollyfuckindagger @anniemar @brightlycoloredteacups @raekenimages @agonybcrn @vile-villain6661 @loveabove @itharley @mrsmargera 

I couldn’t keep my eyes off them. Almost the whole time we’d been on this boat, one of the many in our fleet, my eyes seemed to drift over on their own. Studying the two lovers as they bobbed against the waves. I watched as Ellisif, oh you poor woman, tucked under her new husbands arm, keeping her warm under his cloak and out of the billowing cold. I could see him kiss the top of her head as we crashed through the water.

Our King would not like what he saw, that was certain. I had run over a of different scenarios and outcomes of how this would play out. With either one of them dead, Gods, maybe he’d kill me too!

King Harald was the one who had left me in charge of our men, getting them ready and prepared to join The Great Heathen Army. I had let this happen on my watch and that alone led me to believe King Harald might actually kill me..

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Di piano e forte 05

Originally posted by mochifairyjimin

pt. 1 ↠  pt. 2 pt. 3 pt. 4 ↠ pt. 5

↠Summary: Piano; A keyboard of cypress, played with soft and loud. Was it the ivory and onyx keys that let you escape from your reality…Or was it the man with sable hair and ivory skin.

↠Genre: Angst, fluff.

↠Warnings: This fic contains slight domestic and verbal abuse as well as mature subjects. Sexual assault. Mentions of depression. This may be triggering, read with caution.

author’s note: I decided to turn this into something a little more angsty, in couldn’t resist lol I hope you enjoy.  Updates for this series on Thursday or Friday, enjoy!

You panted heavily, stretching your arms and holding your hands behind your head to give your lungs a break. The sun hadn’t risen yet. You liked to jog early in the morning, to avoid the pounding heat of the sun. Mom always says exercise is a good way to take time for yourself, but you’re using it as an outlet to escape from what’s been going on. Your brother hasn’t been home for a week now and you couldn’t help but get worried—well, you were relieved and worried. The house was peaceful; but sad and even depressing. 

You were ashamed to admit how bad you’ve been emotionally eating. When you got home from work you went straight for the sweets, or you wouldn’t eat at all. When you were at school you were getting by on boba teas. But this week you made the decision to get yourself together, eat better, exercise and even sleep more. It was making a difference, somewhat. After this you had a doctors appointment, your body pains have gotten better so you were hoping you could get off of the pills soon.

The bridge crossing the lake was just as beautiful as it was at night, it looked so poetic in a way. It was the kind of place friends should go to walk and talk about their innermost feelings and joys. When your dad was still living he’d take you and your along with him to walk around the city. The packed train station was a place to look for adventure, pick a place to stop and your adventure begins. The pictures in my distant memories were perfect—the current me was an image, a moment where loneliness had stopped time. No one would know how lonely you were. You didn’t even know.

I drove back home, eager to get to the shower.

You walked up to the counter, handing the nurse your papers. “Hi, I’m here for the 8:45 appointment with Dr. Lu.”

“Ok, I’ll check you in. You can have a seat.” She went to her computer and you went to wait in the tiny waiting room.

A few minutes went by and they called you to the back. 

“Hello Miss. Y/LN. How are you?” He came in, smiling with his usual clipboard and coat.

“Hi,” You sat down, holding your purse in your lap, “I’m good, and you?”

“I’m great.” He looked over his papers and sighed. “So, how are your body pains? Has the medicine helped?”

“Yeah, my shoulders still get to me when I’m really stressed but other than that they’ve been pretty good. I was wondering if I should keep taking them, you know? I just don’t want my body to become dependent on it…it kind of makes me depressed, I shouldn’t have these problems, I’m so young…”

He nodded his head for a few seconds before sighing. “Well, it’s not fibro myalgia so that’s good. And you can get body pain for a number of reasons, it’s not always age. But you told me that sometimes your almost in tears from the pain, I do want you to live comfortably. I will prescribe the same pain killers and you can pick them up at the drug store.”

“Thank you Dr. Lu, I really appreciate.” He opened the door and you bid him farewell. When you got to the front desk the nurse gave you the prescription and you thanked her.

You left with your purse on your shoulder and the prescription in hand. You couldn’t have been more lonely right now. With heavy steps you walked to the bus station and sat on the bench. 

When the bus finally pulled up you used your coins to pay before walking to your usual spot, leaning your head against the glass. 

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anonymous asked:

labor - ros//ben prompt

@groovydevotedlyrose86, I think this is what you were asking for, yes?

The sound of it had been almost more than Benvolio could bear.

For hours her sharp cries had echoed through the corridors of the house, only to be followed every so often by the more terrible gasps of silence. He sat, his fingernails carving half-moons into the arms of the chairs, and he paced, his tread wearing a path along the terracotta floor, and he stared out the window, his eyes focused on the brick rooftops of the city even though his mind was somewhere else entirely.

Her pains had begun right after breakfast, her hand reaching to the base of her belly just as she stood up from the table. He had been confused at first, thinking that the meal had disagreed with her somehow, but then she had gasped, her face sharply contorted, and she had told him that it was time to send for the physician. Benvolio sent for the physician, and he sent for the midwife, too – he would have sent for the Doge of Venice if he had believed it would have helped his beloved through the trials of her labor.

It was beyond all reason that he could not be with her himself, offering her what little comfort he could, but he knew he would have been chased from the room before he could even enter, an interloper in such ancient and mysterious rites.

The first star had appeared on the eastern horizon when he heard a different kind of cry, one thinner and higher-pitched, and then his heart had overflooded within his chest, knowing that he was hearing the voice of his child, that it lived and drew breath enough to wail lustily.

He waited – in agony and hope – for the physician to appear, and finally he did, crimson stains still caked under his fingernails.

“Congratulations, my lord,” he said without prelude. “You have a son.”

Benvolio had no idea how much coin was in the purse he handed over, nor did he care.

By the time he reached their chamber, all evidence that anything out of the ordinary had happened there had been entirely eradicated, and he was greeted by a single chambermaid and his wife, who lay in the middle of an immaculately made bed, her arms wrapped around a bundle she kept clutched to her breast. She looked as if she had gone through a battle – her hair was loose and tiredness was etched into her features – yet it had clearly ended in victory, and she the collector of the spoils.

“Your uncle will be happy,” she said, a wry smile on her lips. “For now there is an heir.”

“Are you happy?” he asked, as he gingerly sat on the edge of the bed. He was a little afraid to touch her – he was afraid to do anything that might upset the delicate perfection of this moment. Everything lay before them – the future and all of its possibilities, both good and ill – and this, he now saw, was the point from which it would all begin.

“I am,” she murmured, her smile turning warm in the candlelight.

She reached out her arms and gently handed him the bundle, and Benvolio took it awkwardly, looking down for the first time at the face of his son, an impossibly tiny creature with tawny brown skin and a mop of dark curls. He was blessed with his mother’s wide eyes, though marked in hazel rather than mahogany. Benvolio had no words, no lines of poetry or godly hymns, nothing to give voice to what he felt. There was only joy, and the brush of sorrow, knowing that his long-buried friends would never have the chance to feel such all-consuming love.

“What will you call him?” she asked. “Another Benvolio? Or perhaps Damiano? That might drive your uncle to heights of unimaginable ecstasy, I fear.”

Benvolio glanced up at her, his gaze softly meeting her own. “Niccolo.”

Her face stilled, some unreadable emotion set loose behind her eyes.

“My father’s name?”

He nodded, watching as she pressed her lips together, her eyes bright with the threat of tears. Keeping his arms wrapped tightly around his son, Benvolio shifted so that he could sit right beside his wife, her body leaning tenderly against his. She reached out and took their child from him, and Benvolio curled his arms around them both, his own eyes soon nearly full to overflowing.

“Niccolo Montague,” she whispered, a tiny catch in her voice. “Welcome home.”

[send me a word, I’ll write you a Rosvolio drabble]

The Skyline Case (M)

Bonus chapter for Alibi

Originally posted by syubto

Pairing: Jungkook x OC

Genre: Detective!Jungkook, SerialKiller!Jungkook, smut, horror, drama

Word Count: 1.6k

Content/Warnings: Graphic sex/death/violence/mutilation/gore, necrophilia

Summary: Jungkook’s memories of the Skyline Murder.

A/N: Alibi is too damn long as it is and I wasn’t sure where I could fit this scene in, so here it is in all its glory, getting its own, separate chapter.  Also shoutout to @hipsterminseok for helping me brainstorm this murder and again thank you to my wonderful beta @kimtaehyungl 💕

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Day six of @kiribakuweek2k17 and I’m bringing more fluff!  Check the tags for more notes on this piece if you’re interested!

“You know I wanted to be there today.”

“I do.”

“It wasn’t my fault I got called in to work last minute.”

“I know that.”

“There was an emergency downtown and my Quirk was best suited—”


Kirishima snapped out of his rambling and turned at the sound of his name.  Bakugou sat up in bed with his arms crossed, watching Kirishima with a stern gaze. His book lay discarded on the nightstand and he had moved his glasses to the top of his head.  Kirishima chewed his lower lip.  He felt awful and the way Bakugou looked at him wasn’t helping.

“Come here.”

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oh my god, tempted by mcu fic ideas for the first time in a million years

nope. nope, not doing it. not even gonna entertain it.


but just–darcy though; she’s not gonna be in the next thor movie bc tptb always considered her a vestigial jane attachment anyways. and since natalie’s not coming back (for good reasons of course) then why would they bother bringing back the snarky sidekick?

but like, imagine in-verse something similar-ish happens? it would obviously depend on the in-universe explanation of why jane has up and disappeared and isn’t in this movie, but say jane and darcy for whatever reasons split ways. necessity or misfortune or darcy wants to take another stab at her own career field again. 

only things don’t work out.

it’s a shit economy and she’s been noodling around for like five years AFTER completing her polisci degree, and let’s face it her resume in the interim is–well–eccentric.

she’d expected job hunting not to be EASY, but impossible? well that caught her off guard.

so she’s in some city of relative size, not even new york because she couldn’t afford the rent anymore. she’s barely hearing from jane these days because jane’s on a project and it’s a stroke of luck if jane foster remembers to eat or wash her hair when she’s in High Science Mode, much less respond to email and text. erik started corresponding with her less and less the more he started coping, and that was BEFORE he got some new fancy secret government job.

things have gotten rough and she’s working crap jobs, maybe waitressing maybe retail, just trying to pay bills and figure out how the hell her life came THIS CLOSE to superheroes and alien demigods and action and adventure and things Really Happening, and still ended up HERE of all places.

she reads the headlines on her phone and she watches clips of the action on youtube, and she feels like she somehow fell out of the life she really should have been living, if she’d just found a way to hold on to it, to be invaluable, to seize opportunity, to really MATTER.

and she watched with despair as the sokovia thing and then corresponding accords happened, (and not a little outraged ranting about the absurd political maneuvering of it all and oh my god tony stark what are you DOING) and then it all went a little bit quiet for just a little while.

and a while later she’s busing tables or restocking pastries at a cafe or diner that pays a third of her rent, and clocks two shady as fuck beefy dudes at the table in the corner (backs to the walls eyes on the entrances/exits).

they seem to think they’re low profile with their ballcaps and hoodies and giant sunglasses and newspapers, but darcy lewis got within five feet of that star spangled square jaw one time and even said hi, and he keeps coming in with a short muscley black guy or the mangy looking brunette with the unseasonably long sleeves and gloves and that godawful haircut, and she is Not Stupid. 

but being Not Stupid means knowing steve rogers and friends are considered international fugitives, though she thinks for a moment–a breathless, adrenaline-buzzing moment–that they might somehow be here, in her shitty little diner/cafe in her mediocre little city ON PURPOSE–because she is.

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Heartstrung - Part 5

                                      *** JUNE 18, 2017 - UPDATE ***

       Part 5: New flashback scene, extended final scene and minor
         changes throughout.
       Part 6: Second half of previous chapter, with a new theory and
         extended final scene and minor changes throughout.
         Epilogue: Unchanged.

A/N: Never would I have imagined receiving the support and response to this story that I’ve gotten. When I thought this up over 6 months ago, I couldn’t have thought people would love it as much as they do, and as much as this is something I’ve written, it wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for you guys.

So here it is lovelies. Twice as long of a chapter, for twice as long of a wait, and this wraps everything up. 22k. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it. Big thank you to everyone who sent me words when I was feeling like crap. You’re all amazing.


Fandom: Fairy Tail
Pairing: NaLu
Rating: M - sexual content in future chapters

Summary: It’s been said that wherever you have/had a birthmark, is how you died in your past life. A scar that marks the fatal wound that killed you so you could be reborn again. It is also said that when/if you meet the person who killed you, you remember your past life and death and Lucy isn’t a big fan of the pink-haired man she’s run into. Soulmate AU. NaLu.

Link(s): Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Epilogue

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                                Rule #3: For your souls to make amends, 
                                         in this life you will be mates.

Her mark burned.

She could feel the bullet rip through her.

Her heart stuttered. Her lungs screamed from lack of breath. She clutched her chest and doubled over. Tears pricked the backs of her eyes and air ripped its way down her throat in short bursts.

They streamed down her cheeks as her muscles contracted and she heaved as her body shrieked, cries so past the point of loud all that came from her was a faint cracking in the back of her throat. Her sight blurred. She was shaking. She could taste blood.


She couldn’t breathe.


She couldn't breathe.


There was a sharp jab to her sternum.

At the contact she coughed and sputtered before her breathing deepened. Where she’d been hit, there was a constant pressure, and the feeling grounded her. Her face was tilted up.

Dark blue eyes.

“Lucy, stop…just breathe…” he plead.

Stop? Stop what?

She looked down to find Gray’s palm pressed against her mark, her chest streaked in blood.

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superlepato  asked:

Hi again!, so this is the idea, Tom goes through something similar the mewberty but for demons, basically for a short period of time their features changes, they get bigger, sharper and devilish (claws, teeth, horns, etc). Tom gets self conscious about it and hides away from Marco (he couldn't bear the idea of Marco finding him hideous), for the other hand Marcos is worried about the abrupt change in Tom's behavior (making excuses, cancelling plans).

Here you go! Sorry this took longer than i said, but my wifi is broken, I’m posting this at work lol. requests are still closed!!! I’m just posting some ones from earlier that got submitted. Enjoy!

Marco dialed the phone for the fourth time and made a face when he got sent straight to voicemail. Star entered the room, chewing on her wand and looked confused. “Hey what’s going on?” She asked, at seeing Marco’s stressed face.

“Well… Tom hasn’t answered his phone on a while. At first I thought he was just busy, but now I’m starting to get worried.” Marco explained. Star rolled her eyes.

“Oh Marco, what’s a few hours?” Star asked, flopping down on the bed. Marco shook his head and sat down.

“Star, it’s been a few days.” Marco told her. This was concerning, making Star sit up. “I think something is wrong. He won’t talk to me, but a few days ago he texted me and said he couldn’t go on our date we had planned.” He told her. “I’m starting to get really worried about him, that something bad happened.” Marco expressed.

“Did you go to his house?” Star asked. “Maybe he’s just home.” She suggested. Marco ran his fingers through his hair and picked his phone back up, gripping it.

“You don’t think I’m overreacting?” Marco asked. Star shook her head.

“To has never been this elusive. Especially not towards you. Just go check up on him.” Star urged. Marco nodded and grabbed the dimensional scissors off the table. He cut a hole in the air and dashed through to find his demon.


Tom balled his hand up into fists, when he uncurled them he made a little whine when he saw his claws had grown longer and razor sharp. Tom put a hand over his mouth and felt the sharper teeth that were showing over his lip. He had teeth like an actual shark that were harder to hide than his normal ones. He tried to make his way to his feet but collapsed again when he felt the same pain in his back, two black and red, spiky wings were growing out and the feeling was incredibly painful.

Tom curled upon the floor like a cat and shut his eyes tightly, trying to block all of this out. It was becoming hard to see. And he was disoriented. Everything was sort of blurry and red, and every noise he heard set him off, wanting to attack or pounce. The last thing Tom wanted was to be some sort of demonic monster, so he tried to shut these urges out.

“Tom?” Tom’s head shot up at the noise and he growled, but when the figure stepped closer he gasped, trying to hold himself back. “Tom what happened to you!?” Marco cried, in fear. He tried to move closer to the demon but Tom hissed at him and backed away.

“Stay away Marco.” He growled through gritted teeth. Marco’s eyes widened.

“T-Tom? What’s wrong? Please let me help you.” Marco begged. Tom hissed again and retreated further into the dark corner. He didn’t want Marco to see him like this. He looked like a monster. He WAS a monster. To held his eyes shut and tried his best not to attack the human. He didn’t want to attack the human! But all these strange urges were forcing him to become more and more feral. His powers were stronger, and they were hard to control. Marco shouldn’t be around him now, he was dangerous.

“Leave. Now.” Tom hissed. “I don’t want you here.” He growled. Marco narrowed his eyes.

“That’s not true. You’re in pain, please let me help you. Tom, tell me what’s happening to you.” Marco took a step closer and Tom hissed at Marco, causing him to take a step back. Tom smiled sickly and growled.

“See, you’re afraid!” He hissed. “Go.” Tom commanded. Marco shook his head.

“No! I don’t want to go! I love you!” He insisted. Tom growled and ran forward on all fours, tackling Marco and seething, in an attempt to scare him away. Marco looked up and saw Tom had two extra eyes than normal, and his teeth were sharper, bigger and more jagged.

“HoW dO yOu LikE mE NOw?” Tom’s voice was disoriented and had some sort of echo. His eyes were lit up an angry red, but Marco didn’t buy it.

“I think  you’re just as scared as I am.” Marco spoke, his voice didn’t waver at all. Tom growled furiously and got up off the human. He stood to his feet and thrust his hand out, a force wrapped Marco up and he floated in the air upside down. Tom was surrounded by fire and had a large flame under Marco’s head.

“WhAt AboUT nOw?” Tom hissed, forcing a smile that made him look deranged. Marco smiled at the demon.

“I think we have a date to reschedule.” He beamed. Tom yelled and dropped Marco, setting the fire out so he wasn’t hurt. Marco smiled and looked up at the demon. “See? If you were a monster or something dangerous, you would have hurt me just now. But you put the fire out and let me down gently.”

“I DROPPED you!” Tom corrected.

“You tried to.” Marco added. “But you couldn’t really bring yourself to hurt me, could you?” He asked. Tom had more fire flare up around him and he raised a second set of arms that just appeared without notice. His giant evil looking wings spread and his eyes glowed up. Marco took a step closer. “I know you’re afraid, and you’re embarrassed about what’s happening to you.” He took a step forward and Tom seethed. “Let me help you, please Tommy.” Marco begged, tear welled up in his eyes.

At seeing this Tom gasped and his eyes dimmed. “Marco!” He cried. He landed in front of the human and gasped. “Please don’t cry! Marco please don’t cry!” He begged. Marco looked up and smiled through his tears.

“I knew you still cared about me.” He smiled. Tom stopped and took a step back. Marco smiled warmly and reached a hand out to him. “I know you still love me. Please let me help.” Marco begged this same plea again. Tom’s eyes watered and he dashed into the human’s arms, sobbing. Marco rubbed his back and smiled.

“I don’t know what’s happening to me.” He blubbered. Marco held him closer and Tom hiccuped.

“It’s all going to be okay. I’m here for you.” Marco hushed. “I’ll help you figure this out, I’m not going anywhere.” He pledged.

“What if I hurt you too?” Tom asked, in fear.

“You won’t, I trust you.” Marco assured. Tom snuggled closer to Marco and his sobs became less.

“You-you still like me… even like this?” Tom asked, unsure. Marco grabbed the demon and pulled him down into a kiss.

“I still LOVE you.”

The Adolesence Alternative

Chapter Seven: Endings

Previous Chapter: Chapter Six: Prom

Amy did go into school on Monday. She was locking up her bicycle when Sheldon’s shadow fell upon her. Amy was sure he was still so angry. He hadn’t called her once all weekend, but when she stood up straight, he pulled her into his arms.

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anonymous asked:

YAY REQUESTS R OPEN! Can I have a monoma scenario he goes against a strong reader in sports festival the poor boy copies her quirk not knowing how much skill you need for it and doesn't know how to use it? He is cocky and flirting with y/n but goes silent when she beat him with the quirk he couldn't even handle and she flirts back and wins the match leaving him confused+flustered af He has a crush! I would really love if u did my ask❤️this sounded a lot more entertaining in my head lol PLEASE??

Hell yes! I’ve actually never written anything for monoma on this blog so this’ll be fun!

For the readers quirk, I’ve given her the power of air manipulation. I like the idea of using air in combat and also I am ATLA trash…

(As usual, I’ve written this in the form of a female reader.)

Looks Are Decieving//Monoma Neito

Your nerves were clammering like tigers trying to escape from a cage. You were taking part in UA’s very own Sports Festival and, not only that, you had made it to the final rounds! Exhaustion was beginning to take its toll on your body but fatigue would not get the best of you yet, not at a moment like this.

Your next match was against someone you knew to be quite powerful: Monoma Neito. He could copy others quirks for a limited time just through touching them and with a quirk as powerful as yours, that could prove to be quite the predicament for him. It was so ironic. If he could copy yor quirk and beat you, then it’d be like losing to yourself. You couldn’t allow that and you were going to win!

“And the next match is….(Y/L/N) (Y/N) versus Monoma Neito!” Boomed the loud voice of Midnight, snapping you out of your intense train of thought. The time had come.

Walking up your side of the steps, you finally laid your eyes upon the smug face of your opponent. He had a lazy smirk on his face and was roaming his eyes all over you, most likely searching for blind spots and chinks in your defensive armour.

“It’s a shame we have to meet like this,” he said, smirk still playing at his lips. “I’ll try to go easy on you and make it quick.”

You felt your teeth grind together in annoyance. If only the bastard knew what you were capable of. Instead of blowing up, however, you pulled your face into a grin. You couldn’t wait to show him and the rest of the world who were watching just how powerful you really were.

“Oh, please don’t. I like it rough,” you retorted, almost laughing when you saw the flabbergasted expression that fell over his face for a short second.

Midnight raised her hands up high. “And now, let the fight begin!”

Without wasting any time, Neito had charged towards you. He needed your quirk if he was going to be able to fight against you effectively. Little did he know…

You played the part well, acting as though you didn’t want him to get it. You dodged and evaded whilst occassionally using your quirk. Of course he was able to touch you; only because you had let him. It was so amusing to see how victorious he had looked once he had got that touch, as if he had won the entire match. However, now the match was only just beginning. 

“Hah, I got you!” He exclaimed, readying himself into an attacking position. “Let’s see what your quirk is made of.”

You laughed, raising both of your hands as air began to whip around you. “I think you’ll find that it’s I who has you!”

With a powerful flick of your wrists, the air that had been gathering like a hurricane around you suddenly propelled forward, making the crowds yell and Monoma fall backwards a few feet directly onto his ass. He quickly regained himself, sending a glare at you.

“Okay! No more mister-nice-guy!” And with that, he tried to copy the same move you had just done.

You couldn’t help the laugh that fell from your lips as his “attack” gained him nothing but a small breeze. He panicked, quickly trying something else but was met with the same result. 

“Having trouble?” You asked coyly, starting to build up energy in your body.

“What the hell?!”

“My quirk is very powerful and requires years of training and dedication! To think you could control it after mere seconds is foolish!” You yelled, the air around you whistling loudly in your ear as the pressure raised. It even made your hair blow wildly like a mane around you.

You could feel your body being drained slowly but surely of energy. This needed to be a big attack because it was most likely the last chance you’d have to get him out of the ring before succumbing to your fatigue. Mustering up the last of your energy, you pushed your arms outwards, sending the attack directly at him. 

He was swept of his feet and thrown right out of the ring. You had won!

“Monoma is out of bounds! (Y/L/N) wins!”

You fell to your knees, panting as you grinned wildly. You had did it. You’d actually won. Hastily getting back to your feet, you left the ring; you could rest later. Right now, you’d have to clear out so that they could start to fix everything.

As you walked away from the ring, you passed by Monoma, who had a dazed expression as he watched you.

You smirked, stopping in front of him. “It’s a shame. I was looking forward to seeing the not-so-mister-nice-guy.”

He flushed, his hands clenching by his sides. “Y-Your quirk was pretty amazing.”

“Thanks. Let’s fight again when you can handle it, huh, handsome?” You smirked, walking away.

He just stared after you, mouth opening and closing like a fish desperate for air. Monoma was defnitely holding you to that promise.

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Reader​ ​x​ ​Dean​ ​Winchester 

Request:​ ​Hey​ ​^^​ ​Do​ ​you​ ​write​ ​smut,too?​ ​I​ ​would​ ​request​ ​a​ ​fluffy​ ​Dean​ ​x​ ​reader,​ ​where​ ​the reader​ ​gets​ ​injured​ ​on​ ​a​ ​hunt​ ​and​ ​she​ ​almost​ ​dies​ ​in​ ​Deans​ ​arms,​ ​and​ ​in​ ​that​ ​moment​ ​he realizes​ ​how​ ​much​ ​he​ ​loves​ ​her​ ​and​ ​a​ ​really​ ​fluffy​ ​ending​ ​or​ ​,​ ​if​ ​you​ ​write​ ​smut,​ ​a​ ​very​ ​smuffy (fluffy​ ​smut​ ​😂)​ ​ending​ ​Love​ ​you​ ​😘

Requested​ ​by:​ ​the-wintergirl

Warnings:​ ​Canon​ ​typical​ ​violence 

Word​ ​Count:​ ​1,323

 A/N:​ ​Sorry​ ​but​ ​at​ ​this​ ​point​ ​in​ ​time​ ​I​ ​don’t​ ​write​ ​smut.​ ​Thank​ ​you​ ​for​ ​the​ ​request!​ ​I’m​ ​excited​ ​to post​ ​this​ ​as​ ​it’s​ ​my​ ​first​ ​official​ ​post​ ​for​ ​this​ ​blog.​ ​


You​ ​had​ ​thought​ ​that​ ​this​ ​hunt​ ​would​ ​be​ ​easy,​ ​a​ ​veritable​ ​milk​ ​run​ ​compared​ ​to​ ​stopping the​ ​​literal​​ ​end​ ​of​ ​the​ ​world,​ ​but​ ​you​ ​really​ ​should​ ​have​ ​known​ ​better​ ​considering​ ​the​ ​bad luck​ ​you​ ​and​ ​the​ ​Winchesters​ ​seemed​ ​to​ ​attract​ ​wherever​ ​you​ ​went.​ ​What​ ​had​ ​seemed to​ ​be​ ​a​ ​lone​ ​vampire​ ​had​ ​turned​ ​out​ ​to​ ​be​ ​a​ ​half​ ​dozen​ ​and​ ​the​ ​situation​ ​had​ ​quickly soured.​ ​If​ ​it​ ​wasn’t​ ​for​ ​the​ ​fact​ ​that​ ​both​ ​Sam​ ​and​ ​Dean​ ​had​ ​decided​ ​to​ ​accompany​ ​you, you​ ​probably​ ​would​ ​have​ ​been​ ​overrun​ ​the​ ​second​ ​you​ ​walked​ ​through​ ​the​ ​door.​ ​Even with​ ​them​ ​there​ ​you​ ​were​ ​still​ ​struggling,​ ​fending​ ​off​ ​two​ ​of​ ​the​ ​nest’s​ ​members​ ​while​ ​the brothers​ ​dealt​ ​with​ ​the​ ​others.

The​ ​pair​ ​you​ ​were​ ​fighting​ ​were​ ​cautious,​ ​darting​ ​back​ ​and​ ​forth,​ ​just​ ​out​ ​of​ ​your​ ​range, as​ ​they​ ​rained​ ​blows​ ​down​ ​upon​ ​you.​ ​The​ ​male​ ​vampire,​ ​apparently​ ​thinking​ ​that​ ​you weren't​ ​worth​ ​the​ ​effort,​ ​threw​ ​caution​ ​to​ ​the​ ​wind​ ​as​ ​he​ ​flung​ ​himself​ ​at​ ​you.​ ​You managed​ ​to​ ​block​ ​the​ ​attack​ ​and​ ​bring​ ​him​ ​down​ ​with​ ​a​ ​particularly​ ​vicious​ ​kick​ ​but before​ ​you​ ​could​ ​bring​ ​your​ ​blade​ ​down​ ​for​ ​the​ ​killing​ ​blow,​ ​the​ ​other​ ​one,​ ​a​ ​woman​ ​with a​ ​good​ ​six​ ​inches​ ​on​ ​you,​ ​caught​ ​your​ ​wrist.​ ​Despite​ ​your​ ​best​ ​efforts,​ ​she​ ​was​ ​slowly turning​ ​the​ ​machete​ ​towards​ ​you,​ ​so​ ​focused​ ​on​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​kill​ ​you​ ​that​ ​she​ ​didn’t​ ​even flinch​ ​when​ ​Dean​ ​rushed​ ​over​ ​to​ ​grapple​ ​with​ ​the​ ​vampire​ ​you​ ​had​ ​knocked​ ​over.​ ​Even as​ ​Dean​ ​decapitated​ ​his​ ​opponent,​ ​coating​ ​the​ ​both​ ​of​ ​you​ ​with​ ​fresh​ ​blood,​ ​she continued​ ​to​ ​push​ ​forward,​ ​snarling.​ ​Unfortunately​ ​you​ ​were​ ​only​ ​human​ ​and​ ​your​ ​arms finally​ ​gave​ ​out,​ ​the​ ​weapon​ ​sliding​ ​into​ ​your​ ​stomach​ ​with​ ​sickening​ ​ease. 

For​ ​a​ ​moment​ ​you​ ​felt​ ​nothing​ ​and​ ​then​ ​your​ ​whole​ ​world​ ​was​ ​nothing​ ​but​ ​pain,​ ​your​ ​lips parting​ ​in​ ​a​ ​silent​ ​scream.​ ​The​ ​Winchesters’​ ​twin​ ​cries​ ​of​ ​“Y/N!”​ ​sounded​ ​distant​ ​as​ ​you hit​ ​the​ ​ground,​ ​bloody​ ​hands​ ​clutching​ ​weakly​ ​at​ ​the​ ​machete’s​ ​handle.​ ​The​ ​bloodsucker offered​ ​no​ ​resistance​ ​as​ ​Sam​ ​hauled​ ​her​ ​off​ ​you​ ​to​ ​finish​ ​her,​ ​satisfied​ ​with​ ​the​ ​fatal wound​ ​she​ ​had​ ​inflicted​ ​upon​ ​you.​ ​Dean​ ​dropped​ ​to​ ​his​ ​knees​ ​besides​ ​you,​ ​cradling​ ​you in​ ​his​ ​arms​ ​as​ ​he​ ​prayed​ ​for​ ​the​ ​only​ ​one​ ​who​ ​could​ ​save​ ​you.

​“Dammit​ ​Cas,​ ​get​ ​your​ ​feathery​ ​ass​ ​down​ ​here!”​ ​His​ ​voice​ ​broke​ ​on​ ​the​ ​last​ ​word​ ​and you​ ​could​ ​feel​ ​his​ ​warm​ ​breath​ ​ghost​ ​across​ ​your​ ​cheeks​ ​as​ ​he​ ​switched​ ​from​ ​begging you​ ​to​ ​stay​ ​with​ ​him,​ ​to​ ​desperate​ ​pleas​ ​for​ ​angelic​ ​assistance.​ ​The​ ​last​ ​thing​ ​you​ ​heard before​ ​losing​ ​consciousness​ ​was​ ​the​ ​flapping​ ​of​ ​wings. 


The​ ​first​ ​thing​ ​you​ ​noticed​ ​when​ ​you​ ​woke​ ​up​ ​was​ ​that​ ​you​ ​were​ ​now​ ​back​ ​in​ ​your​ ​motel room,​ ​tucked​ ​into​ ​bed,​ ​all​ ​traces​ ​of​ ​your​ ​injury​ ​now​ ​gone.​ ​As​ ​you​ ​gradually​ ​became more​ ​aware​ ​of​ ​your​ ​surroundings​ ​you​ ​realized​ ​that​ ​Dean​ ​was​ ​seated​ ​at​ ​your​ ​bedside, one​ ​hand​ ​under​ ​his​ ​head​ ​and​ ​the​ ​other​ ​loosely​ ​curled​ ​around​ ​your​ ​own.​ ​Judging​ ​by​ ​the bags​ ​under​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​he​ ​had​ ​most​ ​likely​ ​kept​ ​watch​ ​over​ ​you​ ​until​ ​exhaustion​ ​had​ ​gotten the​ ​better​ ​of​ ​him.​ ​As​ ​worn​ ​out​ ​as​ ​he​ ​appeared,​ ​he​ ​still​ ​looked​ ​far​ ​more​ ​peaceful​ ​in​ ​his sleep​ ​than​ ​he​ ​did​ ​when​ ​awake​ ​and​ ​before​ ​you​ ​could​ ​stop​ ​yourself,​ ​your​ ​free​ ​hand​ ​came up​ ​to​ ​softly​ ​stroke​ ​your​ ​fingertips​ ​across​ ​his​ ​cheek.​ ​From​ ​there​ ​they​ ​slid​ ​into​ ​his​ ​hair, which​ ​was​ ​softer​ ​than​ ​you​ ​had​ ​expected​ ​it​ ​to​ ​be,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​continued​ ​to​ ​comb​ ​your fingers​ ​through​ ​it,​ ​only​ ​stopping​ ​when​ ​he​ ​began​ ​to​ ​stir.

​You​ ​pulled​ ​your​ ​hand​ ​back​ ​but​ ​it​ ​was​ ​too​ ​late​ ​as​ ​he​ ​was​ ​already​ ​lifting​ ​his​ ​head​ ​up, eyes​ ​bleary​ ​with​ ​sleep.​ ​The​ ​realization​ ​that​ ​you​ ​were​ ​finally​ ​awake​ ​had​ ​him​ ​sitting​ ​up, hand​ ​pulling​ ​away​ ​from​ ​yours​ ​to​ ​rub​ ​at​ ​his​ ​eyes.​ ​You​ ​couldn't​ ​help​ ​but​ ​miss​ ​the​ ​warmth​ ​it had​ ​radiated.

“So”,​ ​you​ ​spoke​ ​up​ ​tentatively,​ ​almost​ ​afraid​ ​to​ ​break​ ​the​ ​silence,”I’m​ ​guessing​ ​that​ ​Cas got​ ​there​ ​in​ ​time​ ​considering​ ​I’m​ ​not,​ ​y’know”,​ ​you​ ​made​ ​a​ ​vague​ ​gesture​ ​towards​ ​the spot​ ​where​ ​you​ ​had​ ​been​ ​stabbed,”dead.”​ ​Dean​ ​didn’t​ ​respond,​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​scanning​ ​your face​ ​as​ ​if​ ​he​ ​was​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​memorize​ ​it​ ​before​ ​locking​ ​onto​ ​your​ ​own​ ​eyes.​ ​There​ ​was​ ​an unidentifiable​ ​emotion​ ​behind​ ​his​ ​stare​ ​and​ ​you​ ​looked​ ​down,​ ​unable​ ​to​ ​maintain​ ​eye contact.​ ​You​ ​could​ ​hear​ ​rustling​ ​as​ ​he​ ​moved​ ​closer​ ​but​ ​it​ ​wasn’t​ ​until​ ​he​ ​placed​ ​a​ ​hand on​ ​your​ ​shoulder​ ​that​ ​you​ ​looked​ ​up. 

“You​ ​almost​ ​died​ ​today”,​ ​he​ ​said,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​frowned,​ ​preparing​ ​yourself​ ​for​ ​a​ ​lecture​ ​on how​ ​you​ ​needed​ ​to​ ​be​ ​more​ ​careful​ ​but​ ​to​ ​your​ ​surprise​ ​Dean​ ​pulled​ ​you​ ​in​ ​for​ ​a​ ​hug, resting​ ​his​ ​chin​ ​on​ ​top​ ​of​ ​your​ ​head.​ ​“I​ ​just,​ ​I​ ​don’t​ ​know​ ​what​ ​I’d​ ​do​ ​if​ ​I​ ​lost​ ​you.” 

Pulling​ ​back​ ​slightly,​ ​you​ ​gazed​ ​up​ ​at​ ​him.​ ​“I’m​ ​still​ ​here​ ​Dean”,​ ​you​ ​grinned​ ​at​ ​him,”and I​ ​don’t​ ​plan​ ​on​ ​leaving​ ​anytime​ ​soon.”​ ​Briefly​ ​reflecting​ ​on​ ​your​ ​near​ ​death​ ​experience, you​ ​came​ ​to​ ​a​ ​decision.​ ​But​ ​before​ ​you​ ​could​ ​say​ ​anything,​ ​Dean​ ​sat​ ​next​ ​to​ ​you​ ​on​ ​the bed,​ ​an​ ​unusually​ ​vulnerable​ ​expression​ ​on​ ​his​ ​face.

 ​“You​ ​might​ ​change​ ​your​ ​mind​ ​about​ ​leaving,​ ​you’re​ ​probably​ ​not​ ​gonna​ ​want​ ​to​ ​stick around​ ​after​ ​this.”In​ ​response​ ​to​ ​your​ ​confused​ ​look,​ ​he​ ​gave​ ​you​ ​a​ ​weary​ ​smile,​ ​which quickly​ ​became​ ​a​ ​pained​ ​grimace.​ ​”You​ ​know,​ ​holding​ ​you​ ​in​ ​my​ ​arms,​ ​watching​ ​you bleed​ ​out,​ ​not​ ​being​ ​able​ ​to​ ​do​ ​anything​ ​except​ ​​pray​,​ ​it​ ​made​ ​me​ ​realize​ ​something.”He was​ ​now​ ​looking​ ​at​ ​you,​ ​with​ ​such​ ​intensity,​ ​that​ ​for​ ​a​ ​second,​ ​you​ ​forgot​ ​how​ ​to breathe.​ ​Your​ ​heart​ ​was​ ​beating​ ​so​ ​rapidly​ ​that​ ​you​ ​felt​ ​as​ ​if​ ​it​ ​would​ ​burst,​ ​the anticipation​ ​of​ ​what​ ​he​ ​would​ ​say​ ​next​ ​almost​ ​too​ ​much​ ​to​ ​bear.

 “I​ ​love​ ​you.” 

You​ ​froze,​ ​unable​ ​to​ ​comprehend​ ​what​ ​he​ ​had​ ​said.​ ​Dean,​ ​taking​ ​your​ ​silence​ ​as​ ​a rejection,​ ​began​ ​to​ ​pull​ ​away,​ ​apologies​ ​already​ ​forming​ ​on​ ​his​ ​lips.”You​ ​probably​ ​want me​ ​to​ ​leave​ ​you​ ​alone​ ​now.​ ​I​ ​get​ ​it​ ​if​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​take​ ​off,​ ​I’ll​ ​let​ ​Sam​ ​and​ ​Cas​ ​kno-”,​ ​he stopped,​ ​caught​ ​off​ ​guard​ ​by​ ​your​ ​hand​ ​shooting​ ​out​ ​to​ ​snag​ ​his​ ​wrist. 

“Dean,​ ​wait”,​ ​you​ ​paused,​ ​strengthening​ ​your​ ​resolve,”I​ ​love​ ​you​ ​too.”

 “You​ ​do?”,​ ​he​ ​asked,​ ​lips​ ​curling​ ​into​ ​a​ ​smile.​ ​You​ ​nodded​ ​shyly,​ ​biting​ ​down​ ​on​ ​your​ ​lip as​ ​you​ ​took​ ​in​ ​the​ ​look​ ​of​ ​pure​ ​joy​ ​and​ ​adoration​ ​on​ ​his​ ​face.​ ​His​ ​eyes​ ​flicked​ ​down​ ​to look​ ​at​ ​your​ ​mouth​ ​before​ ​moving​ ​back​ ​up​ ​as​ ​the​ ​two​ ​of​ ​you​ ​leaned​ ​in​ ​closer.​ ​Your​ ​hand moved​ ​up​ ​from​ ​its​ ​place​ ​on​ ​his​ ​wrist,​ ​trailing​ ​up​ ​his​ ​arm​ ​to​ ​rest​ ​on​ ​his​ ​shoulder.​ ​You cupped​ ​his​ ​chin​ ​in​ ​your​ ​other​ ​hand,​ ​your​ ​fingers​ ​trembling​ ​slightly​ ​as​ ​his​ ​own​ ​hands settled​ ​on​ ​your​ ​hips.​ ​It’s​ ​unclear​ ​who​ ​moved​ ​first​ ​but​ ​in​ ​a​ ​fraction​ ​of​ ​a​ ​second​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​are on​ ​yours​ ​in​ ​a​ ​sweet​ ​kiss.​ ​Only​ ​when​ ​the​ ​need​ ​for​ ​air​ ​becomes​ ​too​ ​pressing​ ​do​ ​you​ ​pull back,​ ​chest​ ​heaving​ ​as​ ​you​ ​lean​ ​your​ ​forehead​ ​against​ ​his.  

“I​ ​love​ ​you”,​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him​ ​again,​ ​just​ ​because​ ​you​ ​can,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​glowing​ ​smile​ ​he​ ​gives you​ ​in​ ​return​ ​is​ ​one​ ​you'll​ ​never​ ​forget.  

“I​ ​love​ ​you​ ​too”,​ ​he​ ​says​ ​and​ ​then​ ​the​ ​two​ ​of​ ​you​ ​are​ ​kissing​ ​again​ ​and​ ​again​ ​and​ ​again, losing​ ​track​ ​of​ ​everything​ ​besides​ ​each​ ​other.​ ​Eventually​ ​the​ ​two​ ​of​ ​you​ ​end​ ​up​ ​laying on​ ​your​ ​sides,​ ​with​ ​you​ ​once​ ​again​ ​in​ ​Dean’s​ ​embrace,exchanging​ ​soft​ ​kisses​ ​on​ ​hands, cheeks,​ ​and​ ​lips.​ ​Though​ ​you​ ​felt​ ​as​ ​if​ ​you​ ​had​ ​just​ ​woken​ ​up,​ ​you​ ​were​ ​incredibly​ ​tired and​ ​you​ ​could​ ​tell​ ​that​ ​Dean​ ​was​ ​also​ ​feeling​ ​the​ ​siren​ ​call​ ​of​ ​sleep.​ ​Rather​ ​than​ ​fight​ ​it, you​ ​moved​ ​closer​ ​to​ ​your​ ​fellow​ ​hunter,​ ​pressing​ ​your​ ​ear​ ​to​ ​his​ ​chest.​ ​Listening​ ​to​ ​the soothing​ ​rhythm​ ​of​ ​his​ ​heartbeat​ ​and​ ​basking​ ​in​ ​the​ ​warmth​ ​of​ ​his​ ​body​ ​you​ ​soon​ ​fell asleep.​ ​Dean​ ​looked​ ​down​ ​at​ ​you​ ​with​ ​nothing​ ​but​ ​love​ ​in​ ​his​ ​eyes,​ ​and​ ​his​ ​last​ ​thought before​ ​sleep​ ​took​ ​him,​ ​was​ ​how​ ​lucky​ ​he​ ​was​ ​to​ ​have​ ​you. 

pepcvina  asked:

I didn't want to request anything since your hands are still full with our trade...but I couldn't help it XD How about an AU with Zen and reader as co-actors? 😅😅❤❤👏👏

Please accept this request as a formal apology for taking so long with my part of our trade. (Okay, no but I really am sorry for the delay “OTL) Thank you for requesting!

It was Zen’s first major role to play in an actual film, and to be frank, he was nervous beyond belief. The actor only started out with small musicals, so acting for the big screen with different environments and sets and cameras everywhere was still a bit new to him. At the same time, however, Zen understood that he was able to climb up all the way here by his hard work and determination, and he felt rather proud about that.

The film was supposed to be a tragic romance fantasy about a human girl who fell in love with her Guardian Angel, while he fell in love with her. The angel knows that the woman’s death was approaching, but he can’t do anything about it, no matter how hard he struggles against fate, and this was the role that Zen was cast for.

“Oh, Zen! Good morning!”

The actor straightens up immediately when he hears your familiar voice greet him, and the young man enthusiastically returns your greeting. You were the shared lead role with Zen, playing as the woman in love with her Guardian Angel. Throughout the time the two of you worked together, Zen found himself becoming close with you. You were a pleasant person to both talk to and work with, and Zen couldn’t deny the way his heart would race whenever he was with you.

“I look forward to working with you today too.” You flash the actor a warm smile, and he practically melts on the spot.

“I am too,” Zen replies, pushing his thoughts away before the two of you go to get ready. He needed to remain professional.

As soon as the cameras start rolling, Zen is no longer Zen but the character he plays as, and he’s no longer just a co-worker to you but as your star-crossed lover. The scene that you and the rest of the cast and crew were filming was the climax of the woman’s and angel’s relationship, the angel coming to terms with the woman’s fate but still wanting to say a proper farewell.

“You mean everything to me,” Zen speaks as his character, the scripted words tumbling out of his lips with ease. He continues going through the lines, your own lines mixed in between, and as the scene continues, Zen’s character starts to become more and more overwhelmed. …And Zen is too.

Somehow, along the way, both Zen’s character and the actor himself slowly started to blend together, and the young man was unable to tell whose heart he was speaking from. Whose feelings he was trying to convey. Zen didn’t know why he did it, but as soon as the actor finishes with his lines, he suddenly cups your face and leans down to kiss you.

Your eyes widen with complete surprise; this wasn’t part of the script. Before you can even react, trying to figure out what the proper response should be to this situation, Zen pulls away from you, still looking at you like his character in love, or could it be…?

“Cut!” The director’s crisp voice rings loudly in the air, and both you and Zen are simultaneously broken out of your thoughts.

It’s obvious from the young man’s expression that he was panicking, although whether it was because he messed up the scene by doing something not on the script or from the action of suddenly kissing you itself, you couldn’t tell. Both you and the actor glance towards the director who doesn’t look upset all. In fact, he looks rather pleased.

“I liked that added kiss at the end. It really ties in the whole scene together. Let’s keep it in.”

Zen immediately goes to try to convince the director otherwise since you had no idea that the young man was ever going to kiss you, and he thought that you would be uncomfortable with having it shown on screen. Before Zen could utter a word though, you interrupt him with a single word. “Okay.”

After filming was over for the day, Zen tries to catch you before you leave. He calls out to you, and you stop in your tracks, tilting your head to the side as curiosity makes its way to your features. Zen gets straight to the point. “I’m sorry for earlier!” He exclaims perhaps a bit too loudly, and his flushed cheeks deepen in shades even more.

“It’s fine,” you reply. “It was just acting.”

The young man shakes his head. “No, that’s the thing. It wasn’t acting. I…I kissed you because I myself wanted to kiss you. Not as the character I was playing as. I’m really sorry!”

You remain quiet for a moment as you process Zen’s words, and the pieces slowly fall into place. Heat rises to your cheeks as you try to explain. “E-Even so, it’s still fine. I…admittedly kind of liked it.”

Zen finally brings his gaze to yours, and since this is how the situation is right now, he decides to just go for it and asks, “I know I skipped all the steps before by kissing you, but I was wondering if…maybe you can give me a chance to start at the beginning and go on a date with me once we’re done filming the movie?”

You respond without wasting a single second. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

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Lost and Found

Contains end game spoilers and Ryder family secrets. 

When Jaal first sees Sara after her visit to the Hyperion her eyes are glistening with fresh tears. He doesn’t notice the faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips, he only sees what he assumes is pain hiding just underneath the surface as thin lines of salty tears run across her cheeks.

His arms wrap around Sara. There is a light squeeze which surrounds her as he voices his concerns. Is she alright? Did something happen? What can he do to help his Darling one?

Pure joyous laughter fills the air. It is confusing at first. Odd. Crying meant pain. Laughter meant joy. The two didn’t necessarily mess and yet, the small human he had come to love, expressed both simultaneously. Curious blue eyes focused on the bright endearing smile pulling at her lips- the tears slowly drying on her soft skin.

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