apparently this is what i do to relax now

*Taken | Pt. 2* Newt x reader

♦ READ PART ONE HERE

♦ I am so happy you all enjoyed the first half of this story! I got a bit stressed because I was afraid I’d ruin this next half. I really hope I didn’t! >_< Also, this is going to be longer than two parts. I don’t think I can finish the story in just two parts! 

You awoke with a piercing head ache and a slight pain in your side. Cracking open your eyes, you weren’t quite able to make out where you were. 

Pulling yourself up from the cold ground, you noticed your arms felt heavy and you looked down to see chains on your wrist. 

“What the…”

“Ah…. you’re awake.” A cold voice echoed from beyond the bars holding you back inside a tiny cell. 

“W-who’s there?”

There a laugh and from the shadows a tall man appeared. Your heart stopped when you realized who it was. “Grindelwald….”

“Well I’m happy to see I stick out in your memory. Hello again.” A smile spread across his face as he walked towards you. “I have some questions for you and I can assure you that it will go a lot faster if you obey me and do as I say.”

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SasuSaku Festival 2017
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Day 11- CEO x Assistant
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Title
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Summary: AU- Sasuke is left alone to solve a formula for a new medicine, and is surprised when he finds out that he’s got some company.
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A/N: Okay, I think this will be the last fic I’ll write for the SS Fest. There are still 3 themes to go, but there’s also the SS Month coming up, and since you guys don’t seem to be enjoying this very much, then I think I’ll start the preparations so I don’t take too long to finish like last year. Anyway, I tried to make something more realistic and light, and I hope you guys enjoy it! Please, tel me what you think, and have fun!
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The numbers weren’t matching. He had tried every single math operation he knew, tried to balance the results and solve the equations, yet nothing seemed to work out. The light coming from that computer’s screen was starting to irritate his dark, tired eyes, and as he rested his hand over his mouth, the young businessman was starting to lose faith in himself.

It was already long past the time to go home, but Uchiha Sasuke decided not to leave his office until all the work was done. Necktie already forgotten, two buttons loosened and coat already hanging somewhere in his office, Sasuke struggled trying to finish his job before being allowed a good rest. As requested by his older brother, he needed to verify the formulas of a new medicine their company was developing, and even if he’d normally solve these kind of problems in a blink of an eye, that formula was just getting the best of him.

His head hurt like hell, the bags under his eyes were growing deeper and his breathing alternated from deep inhales to moments of pure relaxation. Sasuke had already lost count of the amount of coffee he had already drunk, and at that moment, as he stared at his empty mug, he knew he could not go on without that hot supply.

“ Screw this.” He scoffed, as he forcefully pushed himself up from his chair, ready to refill his mug. At that moment, he couldn’t care less if he had already had too much. He needed more coffee. He also needed to sleep, but work seemed to be more important than that.

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Mad Sounds: Part 2 [Modern!Kylo x Reader]

Summary: Sleepless after an eventful night, you turn to Kylo for comfort. 

Part 1

A/N: I wanted to lighten the mood a smidge after some intense stuff in part 1. Enjoy!

Warnings: Just fluff and angst. 



You had been staring at your ceiling so long you were sure you would never forget the sight. Bundled up in your sheets, you were warm, but to say you were comfortable was a lie. You had wound yourself so tightly in them, thinking it would make you feel safe and secure, but you just could not fall asleep. Not after what happened. 

You had an idea, but you didn’t want to act on it. Every time you decided to get up, your body didn’t go along with it. You groaned out loud, frustrated with your conflicting thoughts. Closing your eyes tightly, you sat up quickly enough you wouldn’t have to think about what you were doing. You wrapped a blanket around you and trudged into your living room, defeated. It reminded you of your childhood, except the nightmare wasn’t in your mind. 

Standing in the hall, you sighed heavily, obviously. It was more of an announcement of your appearance than anything. You didn’t want to scare Kylo. He had offered to sleep on your couch, to keep you safe while your window was busted open from earlier. You had gladly accepted his offer. But now, it was awkward. 

His dark locks fell away from his face as his head poked up from the other side of the sofa. “Y/N? What’s wrong?!” He started to get up, but you waved him down. 

“Just can’t fall asleep.”

“Can’t blame you. You had an eventful night.” Kylo sat up properly and patted the sofa cushion next to him. 

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No Prince Charming (Loki x Reader)

Hello, my loves!!! Here’s a new oneshot based on LOKI BECAUSE WE LOVE HIM

You stood on the balcony in Thor’s room, gazing at the sunset. “I had forgotten how beautiful Asgard was,” you murmured.

Thor stood next to you. “You’ve been gone far too long, Lady Y/N. Asgard missed you.”

You were Odin and Frigga’s top advisor. They’ve known you since you were a child, so they trusted you wholeheartedly. You practically grew up with Thor and Loki, though you were a few years younger than them. For the past year, you’ve been on a mission, traveling to all Nine Realms to ensure that peace had been brought to all of them. After Loki tried to replace Odin, a plan which was thwarted by you before it could succeed, the realms went into a frenzy. They were able to calm down due to your “relaxing nature” and “calming presence”, something you didn’t even realize you had until Odin first told you about the mission. You had just returned a few hours earlier.

“How is Loki doing?”, you asked, still fixed on the sunset.

Thor looked down. “Better. When you thwarted his plans, he seemed to subdue a little. He asks for you every day.”

“Why me?”

“I believe he cares for you.”

You think for a moment. Loki having feelings for you? You’ve always felt some type of way about him, but you never thought he’d feel the same. Then again, he didn’t really put up much of a fight when you thwarted his plans. Come to think of it, he didn’t put up any fight. As if he didn’t want to hurt you at all.

You take a deep breath. “Where is he now?”

“Odin has granted him limited time outside his cell every day, mainly because he trusts you. Loki should be in the library right now.”

You give Thor a smile before walking out of his room. You knew this palace like the back of your hand, and the library was your favorite place to go.

You walk in the library to see Loki sitting on the love seat, invested in the book he was reading.

He looked even handsomer than you remembered. His long black hair flowed perfectly, shaping his chiseled jaw. And his eyes. You always got lost in his eyes. They were as beautiful as he was.

After staring for a few moments, you snap out of your stance and clear your throat, making him look up. “Didn’t you get the news? I’m baaaack!”

He chuckles and closes his book,
placing it on the floor. He stands and walks over to you.

“Y/N,” he says. “It’s been a while.”

“About a year.”

“How did the mission go?”

“The realms are at peace. Apparently I have a ‘relaxing nature’ and ‘calming presence’, which I didn’t know about.”

He smiles, something only you could get out of him. “I already knew that.”

You put your hand in his. “How are you doing?”

Sighing, he replies, “I now understand the consequences of my actions. Thanks to you, Odin is allowing me time out of my cell. However, it’s limited. I can only be in less than half of the rooms in the castle, and I’m not allowed outside the castle.”

You nod. “At least you’re getting better. I care about you a lot.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean, why?”

“I’ve done a lot of bad things, Y/N. I’ve killed, controlled, tricked, lied, betrayed. You had to go away for a year to subdue the mess I brought on. I don’t deserve your care. I don’t even deserve yo-.”

“Shut up.”

He looks taken aback. “What?”

“I don’t give a shit what you did. Yes, you fucked up a lot. The Avengers and I had to clean up the Battle of New York. Then the Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and I had to clean up London. But through everything, I still remembered the boy who would run across gardens just to pick me a rose, the boy who dreamed big. I still believe in you, Loki. You’re no Prince Charming, but you still managed to charm me. I love you.”

He pulls you closer and whispers, “I love you too,” before closing the gap between you two.

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Since you asked for this to be resubmitted as a scenario. In response for Revali being a dick, Link tricks him into shooting a Cucco. Bonus points if he doesn't realize the severity of what he just did and the rest of the Champions are there to watch.

I don’t think you realize how much I love you right now.

-The Cackling Mod Pinks

Mistakes were made

C’mon Link, give me an actual challenge. Hitting a flightless bird isn’t a challenge.” Urbosa groaned as Revali argued against Link, tired of his squabbling as today was one of the few days the Champions were together to discuss how everything was going. By now they would be done, but given the heat, they agreed to take a small break. A break they were supposed to be enjoying, but thanks to a certain loudmouth and his exact opposite, relaxation was hard to enjoy.

“What are you two doing now?” The two stopped their (one-sided) argument, Revali turning to the Gerudo queen.

“Well, I challenged him to a shooting match to remind him who the better archer is.”
“And?”
“And apparently Link forgets who he’s talking to because his definition of a challenge is seeing if I can hit a flightless, stupid, Cucco.”

“Can you?” Oh she did not just go there.

What sort of question is that?! Of course I can!”
“Ya’know, for a guy saying that he can, ya’ sure don’t got a lot proof.” Daruk grinned at him from beneath the shade next to Urbosa and Mipha, the latter giggling.

“If you’re worried about getting hurt, I’ll do my best to heal you-”
“I’m not-! Okay, you know what, fine! Just so that you guys remember who you’re talking to-!”
“Alright, please be careful.”
“Grr…. Step back, knight-boy, and prepare to be blown away!”

Link joined the rest of the group in the shade, several meters away from the Rito warrior as the latter drew his bow, aiming at the clueless Cucco, seconds away. Revali growled. Having to show his skills to the group by shooting such a dumb creature, they really were trying to insult him.

Thunk. “KIKIRIQUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Ha! Told you guys, easiest shot eeeeeEVVVVVVVVER OH DEAR GODDESS-!!!!!!!” A storm of feathers surrounded the poor archer, who tried to outrun the on-slaught of beaks as a wave of Cuccos appeared out of thin air.

Not a single champion was able to keep a straight face, as Daruk laid on the ground, wheezing, whilst Urbosa laughed hardily and nudged the giggling Zora princess.

“Guess you’ll have to make good on your promise after all.”

Where are you?

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Hello! Can I have a T'challa imagine? The reader and T'challa are married and are expecting a baby but T'challa is out doing missions. The reader gets bored and sneaks out the palace to walk around outside in the forest but gets kidnapped? Can it be angst also? Thanks!


“"Do you really have to go? You have been here for just two days” I exclaimed trying to keep calm and not show my anger because I know it’s not my husband fault that the Avengers need their help in order to capture some vibranium thief. 

“"Yes baby I need to go but I promise this will be the last mission. Then I will be here just for you and our baby girl. And of course I need to be here tomorrow for the party”. He tells me as he finishes packing and I couldn’t help myself so I throw myself at him. 

“"Is just that without you I am so lonely and I get so bored that I end up crying about how much I miss you”  damn hormones talking but it was the true. Since I married T’Challa and became Wakanda’s queen instead of spending more time with my husband I was so busy with monarchy business that boredom wasn’t an option but now that I’m six months pregnant I can barely do anything, not because I don’t want to but because everyone in this damn palace treats me like a porcelain doll who will break. It’s reasonable since I’m having Wakanda’s future princess.

“I’m sure you will find something to entertain yourself while I’m gone. You can read at the library or see some movies” He gently pushes me to the bed and kneels to kiss my belly  

“T, I have read all the books at the library. I have lived here since I was a kid if you remember” He smirks at me while walking over to the door. 

“"Of course I remember our first kiss when we were just six years old” 

“"Just come here and kiss me so I can let you go” He walks over to me and gives me a passionate kiss and we say our goodbyes. Now what will I do? I decide to go for something to eat but as I got to the kitchen there wasn’t anyone. 

“"Hello?” I exclaimed obtaining no response, as I walk to one of the windows I see everyone is gathered at the gardens apparently obtaining instructions from T’Challa’s assistant. Probably it will be about tomorrow’s party that will be held for the Wakanda’s anniversary. I decide to take advantage of this moment and decide to go for a walk to the forest alone. Some fresh air will help me relax and without the body guards it will be 100 times better. 

As I was walking I didn’t realize how far I was from the palace and how fast time has passed because the sky was starting to turn black so I decide to go back but I can’t recognize the path. As I was lost in my thoughts I hear some noises approaching me probably they are my bodyguards searching for me  

“"Hello! Marcus is that you? Gala?” I exclaimed hoping to hear the affirmation of Marcus or Gala, my bodyguards. 

“"What is doing a beautiful queen like you alone?” A man appeared in the woods and exclaims at me. Immediately as a reflect my hands go to my belly. 

“"Nothing but I will be honored if you can guide me to the palace. I’m sure your gentleness will be very appreciated by the king T’Challa and I”. I tried to hide my fear and be seen as the proper queen I am. 

“"How much we are talking about queen?” As I was about to respond I feel a hit in my back and I screamed. Apparently another men behind me hit me and made me loose my balance. 

“I’m sure the king will be very happy to see his stupid queen and their unborn child safely in my house instead of walking in the dark in these dangerous woods. Or didn’t they teach you to not walk alone into these woods late at night?” With panic I try to stand up but the other man held my hands and with a rope put them together and then I feel a cloth in my nose and mouth with a strong smell that makes my eyes close heavily. What have I done…. 

Second Chances - Jeff x Reader: Chapter 15

Summary: Reader and Jeff work a project and become fast friends. The project ends and they go their separate ways, neither forgetting the other. With Hollywood being a small community, you two bump into one another either at events or projects, but there is always something keeping you apart. Will the obstacles ever end?
Chapter 15 Summary: Reader is back in Philly and gets some news and an offer

Warnings: language (as usual), fluuufffff
A/N: I have a few ideas to continue this, but it’s still developing. Please leave comments or let me know if you want to be tagged, etc
Word count: 1950(ish)
Catch up here: Masterlist

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     It was only four months. You knew you could make it. If you just could get through each work week, it would be okay. You hadn’t been able to get back to LA this go around and Jeff had been busy, too. You were thinking you might have to go the whole shoot without seeing him. You talked on the phone a lot, at least once a day, but it wasn’t the same as looking next to you and seeing him with your own two eyes. Being with Jeff was bliss. Being away was torture. Thank God for work.

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Bad Moon Rising: Part 7 [Modern!Kylo x Reader]

Summary: After being brought to a secret location, you end up with more questions than answers. 

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 

A/N: (I swear I will pay someone in fic requests to write these damn summaries.) Sorry for leaving y'all hanging earlier this week. I didn’t realize how long the last part was when I wrote it so I split it up, and I love a good cliffhanger. I’m trying to plan the rest of this series out to 10 parts, but we’ll see!




Your heart was beating so quickly that you felt faint. With all the strength you could muster, you snapped around quickly to attempt to defend yourself.  "Let me -“

A hand muffled your yelling and you were pushed against the wall. You fought hard, still trying to talk or yell or scream beneath the hand. Until you met their eyes. A pair of more familiar eyes. Brown eyes.

"Quiet down. He’s still here.” He removed his hand after he was sure you had relaxed.

“Kylo? You came?”

He only nodded curtly. He didn’t look pleased.

“Wait,” you whispered, pausing. “How do you know who ‘he’ is?”

“It’s Hux.”

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In Dreams

Rumplestiltskin finds a way to communicate with his wife and son after his seeming alliance with the Black Fairy. Post 6.19 “The Black Fairy”. Gold family one shot. Possible spoilers for the season finale.

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In Dreams

‘Only in dreams can men be truly free’

— John Keating - Dead Poets’ Society

Belle blinked and whirled around, her eyes going wide at her surroundings.

‘I’m in the Dark Castle,’ she said, shocked. She looked down and found herself in her old blue dress.

‘Mother?’

She turned again and saw her son coming towards her.

‘Gideon!’ she cried, reaching out her hands for him.

‘What’s going on?’ he asked, taking her hands: ‘why are we here?’

‘I don’t know,’ Belle said. ‘We’re dreaming,’ she added, frowning. ‘Your father gave us some tea and we fell asleep. He must have dosed our tea with something.’

‘He used magic on us?’ Gideon asked, looking a bit lost, and hurt.

‘Yes,’ Belle said, thoughtful. What was Rumple up to?

‘Why?’

‘I don’t know,’ she said.

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Rambling

“What are you doing out here? The party is inside.” Joe’s voice makes me jump a little and I spin around. “Sorry…didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s fine.” I smile over at him, shrugging. “I just needed some air though.”

His brows come together as he walks closer, eyes shining with concern.

“Everything okay, Y/N?” I turn my eyes away from him quickly, blinking at the tears that start to prick at my eyes.

“Just peachy. Thanks.”

“And I’m the queen of bloody England.” I can hear the eye roll as Joe nudges my shoulder with his own. “Now tell me, what’s going on.”

I let out a puff of air, staring at the setting sun. “He broke up with me. Via text.”

There’s a beat of silence before he replies.

“Always knew he was an asshole. This just confirms it. Who the hell does that anyway?”

“He does apparently.” I mumble, shrugging again.

“Want me to go punch him?”

“What?! No!” I turn and gape up at Joe, but relax when I see the teasing glint in his eyes.

“Hmm, probably smart. I’ll hire someone to go do it! Then I won’t leave a trace behind.”

I can’t help the laugh that escapes past my lips, and I watch Joe smile at the noise.

“Much better.” He nods. “You shouldn’t be getting upset over him, he’s not worth it.”

“So who is?”

“Is what?”

“Worth it.” I feel the brief happiness drain out of my body, and I wrap my arms around myself. “I’m tired of getting hurt over and over, I just want someone who is worth being there for. Who thinks I’m worth it.”

“Oh.” Joe responds before falling silent beside me. We stand side by side, watching the sun set together, our friends laughing and having a good time in his house behind us.


Despite having just been dumped, I oddly feel a sense of calm. Joe always managed to do that to me, and at this moment, I appreciate it.

I glance over at him as he shifts on his feet, and there’s something on his face that shows he’s nervous.

“What’s wrong with you, then?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing.”

I raise an eyebrow at him, “And I’m the king of England.” We both smile at my choice of words. “What’s on your mind, Sugg?”

Joe runs a hand through his hair, shuffling on his feet again. Nervous.

“This was not how I pictured doing this at all. But..here goes nothing.” He lets out a puff of air, turning to face me. “I want to be that guy. The one that is worth it. Because you are. Worth it I mean. All those other guys, they were stupid. Blind. And I hate all of them. Because it should have been me from the start. I like you, Y/N. A lot. Possibly love you. But we’re just friends. So now I’ve probably gone and ruined everything. But I needed to say it. Although now I’m not sure I should have. Because this was stu-“

I throw my arms around Joe’s neck and kiss him suddenly, stopping him from saying anything more.

He responds instantly, wrapping his arms around me, kissing me back.

We pull back after a moment, and I grin up at him.

“I like you too, Joe. A lot. And I would have said it sooner, but you wouldn’t bloody shut up.”

“Sorry.” Joe grins back cheekily.

“Hmm, sure you are.” I laugh, reaching up to kiss him again.

“About bloody time! Guys, I found them! They’re making out outside!” Jack calls, walking back into house.

I blush and bury my face into Joe’s chest as he chuckles.

Jealousy. // Requested:  Sebastian Stan x Reader.

#11: If you touch her one more time, you going to deal with me. 

A/N: Not the best imagine :/ definitely not what I wanted to do for this request but it was kind of where the story took itself so waddayagonnado? 

Word Count: 1000+ 

Characters: Sebastian x Reader


Sebastian and I could make the best out of most situations- but this one seemed to have you both in a state of either rage or fear. Especially when the man had walked up to you, that really tickled Sebastian, did the joker think he could just come and hit on you in front of her boyfriend? Apparently he did, because that was what he was doing right now. It wasn’t subtle either, and that only rose the anger bubbling in his stomach. Especially when matters took a turn for the worse.

“Hi! I’m such a big fan! I have watched you since I was a teenager!” The voice spoke out, making you jump a bit from the surprise closeness of it, but relaxing as you realized it was a harmless fan, so you thought. The difference between harmless was the magic words that tranlsated over once you’d say thank you, and see whether they’d like a picture or they just wanted to interrupt a dinner between you and your boyfriend.

“You’re just as beautiful on screen as you are off.” 

Oops, there it was. Abort mission, YN… 

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*** Part 2 with Rough Jax smut 💋 One more part after this***

“Jackie…Jackie give me the bottle.” Chibs placed a hand on Jax’s shoulder and gently tried to pull the bottle away from his hand. Jax wasn’t having it though and tightened his grip before snatching the Jameson closer to him, a sigh leaving Chibs. Jax had been like this for 3 days.

Juice however had spent the last 3 days doing Intel on everyone in the MC but had only ended up at dead ends every time. Even still, he’d refused to give up and had spent every second he could on his computer while Jax had spent his time drinking and in bed. He’d gone through a course of emotions, mainly anger and sadness but lately he was just emotionless. He barely spoke to or hung out with anyone except for Juice, wanting to know if he got any leads. He was snappy and rude with everyone and Gemma was the only one that had managed to sit him down and get a balanced meal in his stomach.

He was so angry with you but he missed you much more. You were his everything. No one had ever loved him like you did and he’d never loved someone the way he loved you. It had taken a lot for him to finally ask you to marry him, not sure exactly when you were ready. It wasn’t a subject you spoke on often but when he’d proposed, you we’re static, tears of joy flooding your eyes as you threw yourself into his arms. To him, you’d been excited and ready to spend the rest of your life with him so the fact that you’d walked out on your wedding crushed him.

He’d questioned everything these past days. If he’d loved you enough, if he made you feel appreciated enough, if he spent enough time with you. His brothers had assured him that your reason must’ve been tied to the club and it was. You were scared of losing him, or any of them. You were afraid of the violence and death that was coming more frequently recently. Even with the anger, he was worried sick about you and hated the thought of you stuck somewhere scared and in danger. He loved you despite everything but 3 days in his drunken thoughts had him sold that you simply didn’t love him and that caused him a searing pain.

Similarly, you were feeling the same pain at the thought of how he must be feeling. While you sat tied to the hard wooden chair, you contemplated how wrong of a decision that it had been to walk out. You’d been planning to go back later. You had never planned to not marry him, you just needed air and to think. You loved him with all your heart and it wasn’t being married to him that scared you. It was the fear of losing him at some point. You were so hopelessly in love with him, you couldn’t imagine losing him to the violence of retaliation one day. So you’d left to take a breather but now you were here tied up in this basement and your fiancé was probably in shreds at the betrayal. The thought brought on a fresh wave of tears and you bowed your head, the gash on your cheek stinging from the tears.

You continued to cry but got quiet as you heard the door to the basement open, Esai coming down the stairs. He smirked at you and laughed as he saw the tears on your cheeks, ridiculing you like he’d been doing the past 3 days.

“You still crying?” You said nothing and continued to look down at your lap, wincing as he pulled your head back by the hair. “I asked you a question puta.” He growled as you spit in his face and raised his arm to backhand you again but stopped as he heard movement upstairs in the house. You could see his eyes widen and he pulled his gun from his waistband, turning to you. “You better keep your mouth shut.” He turned away from you and headed back up the stairs, gun raised. You closed your eyes and hoped that the commotion upstairs was the club confronting his guys. You were sure that you’d catch hell when and if they found you but you were willing to take anything if it meant that you’d be able to feel your Old Man’s arms around you again. That was if he’d even still want you.

You flinched as you heard gunshots and shouting upstairs but it was so jumbled, you couldn’t really tell who was who. Footsteps pounded on the ceiling and you looked up as the door slammed open, Jax running down the stairs. You let out something in between a sigh and a laugh as he ran up to you. He held your face in his hands and you leaned into his touch immediately. Looking up at him, you saw dark circles under his eyes and his hair was a mess, a telltale sign that he hadn’t been sleeping much. You could also smell the liquor on his breath and your heart hurt knowing you’d put him there.

He pulled his knife from its sheath and cut the rope binding your hands and feet before placing his hands on your waist and helping you up. You leaned into him and hugged his body to yours like your life depended on it and he held you as well, one hand on your back and the other woven into your hair, keeping your head against his chest. “Jax.” You didn’t say anything else but he understood and nodded, pulled away from you and grabbing onto your hand leading you up the stairs. “Let’s go home.”

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You stepped out of the bathroom in your towel and saw Jax laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling. You bit your lip and walked around the bed to your side and pulled off your towel before climbing into the bed, knowing you needed to talk it out. Jax looked over at you but didn’t even look at your bare chest, just kept eye intact as you laid beside him. You rested your head on your pillow and kept looking at him, a pout forming on your lips. “I’m-” Jax cut off your apology and rolled over, his body hovering above yours.

His hand took grip of your hair and yanked your head against the pillow, your neck exposed but your eyes still on his. His eyes held fire and his mouth was tight, his anger becoming more apparent by the second. His breathing was growing ragged and his brows furrowed. “What the fuck were you thinking?” “I’m sorry. I just got nervous, I didn’t-” “Do you love me?” You nodded quickly, your sadness showing in your eyes as you looked up at him. “More than anything.”

He said nothing but attached his lips to the base of your throat, kissing you roughly, his teeth grazing every now and then. You stayed still, thankful that he still wanted you after leaving and you relaxed into him. He moved down your chest, his teeth sinking into the top of your breast sharply. He growled at the sharp intake of your breath and continued down, not being gentle in the slightest, especially not when he he sank his fingers into your hips and flipped you over onto your stomach.

He pulled you up onto your hands and knees as he slid his boxers down and lined himself up, pushing himself into you quickly. You gasped and closed your eyes, bracing yourself with your hands against the mattress. Jax took hold of your hair in a fist, pulling your head and body back into him as his hips snapped. You moaned out loudly and he leaned forward some, biting the back of your shoulder.

You whimpered and at the painful pleasure and Jax picked up the pace, bringing his mouth to your ear. “I love you, but you better not ever fucking leave me again.” You nodded and turned your head, his lips pressing against yours for a quick kiss. “I won’t. I promise I won’t.” He nodded and sat back up, your whimpers turning into low moans as he pounded into you. “Better not.”

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No.21 released a sigh as she leaned back in her chair. Working at Capsule Corp. was tough sometimes, being a fast-paced job, but she managed well enough. And thankfully she had just finished her work for the day, which meant it was time to train with her student, Chikako.

And then she checked her phone and noticed that Chikako took a rain check because of some important assignment.

“God dammit,” she groaned in utter annoyance. “I told her not to change the plans last minute. Now what the hell am I supposed to do.” Because rest and relaxation was apparently not part of her vocabulary. She was always a busy body.

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anonymous asked:

u disabled comments on that smmv u posted so i wanted to ask here if ur okay??

…I had no idea what you were talking about and had to check my channel, I was so medicated and depressed last night I actually forgot I made an entire SMMV, holy shit. THAT’S CONCERNING ISN’T IT LMAOOO

I think I’m okay now. I’ve had a rough week I guess, but for now I’m alright. Got some sleep, talked to the bae, got the house to myself for once, it’s kind of relaxing.

Thanks for checking up on me though, I appreciate it. Don’t mean to make you guys worry but I APPARENTLY DO THAT A LOT GHBGBG.

You’ll Never Know, Dear (And the Devil Makes Three- Part 10)

Based on You Are My Sunshine

Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Summary of Part 10: A surprising visitor offers a solution to the Lucifer problem.

Warning: Canon divergence, spoilers for seasons 1-5, angst, so much angst, smut, using sex as a coping mechanism, Destiel,

Word Count: 1500ish

A/N:  Tagging the creator of the playlist that inspired this, @littlegreenplasticsoldier​ , who I cannot thank enough for helping me with this story, because I am having so much fun writing it. Only two more parts!

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Imagine Jared comforting your son

It was past three when a thunder woke my up, I roll in the bed to curl next to Jared, but he isn’t by my side. The sound of the rain hitting the window was the perfect sign for me to get back to sleep, but the absence of Jared in bed worries me a bit. Thunders keep filling the silence of night while I walk to the living room, only to find it empty. There was only one other place where he could be, so I get back to the hallway and walk to my son’s bedroom. The door is open, but when Jared’s voice reaches my ears, I stop and decide to stay outside.

“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret” I hear Jared’s voice while reading to Thomas, my 5 year old son, “It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye”

“We’ve read it too many times, it doesn’t relax me anymore” Little Thomas complains covering his head with the blankets.

Another thunder fills the silence and I notice how he shivers. Jared is sitting by his side on the bed and caresses him with his hand, making that Thomas’ eyes appear again.

“They are not going to stop” I can hear how he’s trying to hold the tears.

“The will stop” Jared tries to calm him with a smile, “Not now, apparently, but I will stay here till they do, ok?”

Jared and I have been dating for at least two years, and he was the only father figure Thomas has had in his entire life. When you are young you tend to have a couple of dates, especially if you feel like the right guy is out there and has been hidden from your sight, or maybe he’s just trapped in a tree. But all the efforts from my part always ended up in the trash when I mentioned I had a son. I was obviously not going to date someone who didn’t like the fact that I was a single mother. And that was the routine for years, till I met Jared. At first he was scared that Thomas wouldn’t like him, but once they met, they became inseparable and that’s when I knew Jared was the one.

Thomas’ room was covered in drawings, Jared has tried to teach him how to draw since the first day they met, and I think that is one of the reasons why they get along so well, they kinda understand each other.

“Isn’t mommy going to miss you if you sleep with me?”

“She probably will, you are right, but I’m not going to leave till you are calm and asleep”

“I’m calm” Thomas says before another thunder appears causing him to hide under the blankets again, I lead my hand to my mouth to conceal a laugh.

“So, you were saying…”

“You can stay, but what about mommy? She might be scared too”

“Well, your mom is asleep, she won’t wake up till the morning, she maybe won’t even notice that I was gone, don’t worry”

“Can you read me something else then?”

“As you wish.”

Jared stands from the bed and reaches one of the shelves filled with books, I notice how he struggles while deciding what book to choose. When he finally decides comes back to bed and Thomas huddles against Jared to see what they are going to read now.

“The Happy Prince” Jared announces “You like it, right?”

“It’s mom’s favourite, but we haven’t read it yet”

I see a big smile on my son’s face and when another thunder strikes he doesn’t look as scared as before.

“High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince.” Jared starts.

This has been my favourite tale since I was a kid, and the copy they are reading is the same I read probably 20 years ago.

Thomas seems more calmed and helps Jared pass the pages when he finishes reading them. Jared’s arm rests on his shoulders and caresses him once in a while.

I don’t want to go to bed, so I sit next to the door and listen to Jared while he reads the story. My eyes close for a minute and all I can hear is Jared’s voice, the thunders are gone and I feel the peace leading me to sleep.

“"It is not to Egypt that I am going,“ said the Swallow. "I am going to the House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?” And he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead at his feet.”

One minute I was listening, and the second I was asleep.

I notice how my body starts to move, but it is soft, so I wake up calmly. When my eyes are open all I see is Jared in front of me, his smile makes me smile too and I stretch my arms to reach him and pull him next to me.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” He asks, holding me in his arms “I thought you were in bed”

“I was, but then I woke up and you weren’t there”

“Well, I was here, you didn’t think I left, right? I wouldn’t do that, you know it”

“You never know” I whisper, resting my head on his chest, “He adores you”

“You really think so?” I notice the tone of his voice, Jared loves kids, reason why he works with them as an art teacher “I mean, it is really important for me, he is the man of your life after all”

“He is not the only man in my life, you need to be aware of that”

“Ok, I’m glad to hear that. But now, let’s go to bed, I’m tired and for what I just saw, you are too. Come on”

He gets up in just a second and takes my hand to pull me up too, we go back to our room and huddle on the bed trying to get warm, the night is so cold and I can’t believe I just notice it. His arms around me give me the enough heat to make me feel better.

“I love you” He whispers after giving me a small kiss on my forehead.

“I love you” I say with a smile and my eyes closed.

Minutes pass and I start to feel his breathing slow down, I know he’s falling asleep and the calm way his chest moves helps me to fall asleep too.

“You know that I would love to have a little Jared running around the house” I whisper after yawning, his chest movement stops for one second and comes back to normal before he speaks.

“Let’s talk about it tomorrow”

I agree while getting a better position against his body, Jared gives me another kiss, this time on my lips and pulls me closer to him. Thunders are gone and the night is calm, and it doesn’t take me too long to fall asleep again.

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Funny, I thought it would be the Beast’s branchlers that gave me the hardest time, but actually it was Enoch’s dumb head that proved my undoing. Also, drabble for the first image since apparently I’m incapable of drawing something without writing something as well. XD

The Beast bristled when he felt the corn husk ribbons encircle his shoulders. Whatever magic Enoch possessed made them prehensile and nearly unbreakable if he wished, but right now the tendrils were soft and willowy and non-threatening—which was the only reason the Beast did not pull away. “What exactly are you doing?”

“Some call it an embrace,” the autumn god practically purred.

“And I call it a nuisance.”

“You’re so serious and grumpy,” Enoch chuckled. He gave a little squeeze, but the ribbons remained relaxed and pliant.

The Beast glowered over his shoulder. “I am aware of what you
think you’re doing. What I mean is—”

“—why am I touching you?”

The Beast nodded.

Enoch bent close until he was about eye-to-eye with the forest-keeper. “‘Cause you’re awfully nice to me when I’m a cat. Scratches behind the ears and all that.”

The Beast pointedly ignored any accusations of him being 'nice’. “If you put me in your lap and start petting my branches, I will be annoyed.”

Enoch chuckled from within his mask, but all he did was affectionately rub his face against the Beast’s before letting go.


As for the second sketch, that was going to have an accompanying brief snippet too, but instead it blew itself into a whole fic, good grief. So I guess I’m working on yet another fanfic now too, lol.

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When Conquerer doesn’t answer right away, Jinx is sure she has somehow made things worse. She knows she has somehow said the wrong thing and upset him even more. ‘I flarped up! I flarped up so badly… I’m not good at this. I know I’m not good at this so why did I ever expect to do anything except completely mess things up? Great… Now, what do I flarping do?’ Her frantic thoughts are silenced when Conquerer suddenly thanks her and embraces her in a tight hug. 

“Y-you’re welcome Conquie…” Jinx says as she holds him close, surprise clearly showing in her tone. Apparently, she has helped… Letting out a sigh of relief, her body relaxes and her heart begins to beat normally again. Her face becomes flushed, but she doesn’t mind. Jinx gently kisses Conquerer’s cheek a couple times, before pulling away a little so she can look at him.

The gentle firelight and the stars shining above reflect in Jinx’s eyes, causing them to sparkle. Her flushed face is framed by the soft waves of her hair, gently blowing in the slight breeze. She flutters her thick eyelashes as she gazes at Conquerer warmly. In a soft voice, she says, “I need to ask you something…” 

A few tender seconds pass before she asks, “Are you a farmer? Because I’m a-tractor-ed to ya!” Jinx’s warm look is quickly replaced by one of pure amusement. She starts to laugh at her own pun, her arms releasing Conquerer as she uses her hands to try and stifle her snickering. Just like that…. The romantic atmosphere is gone.

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hang your stocking next to mine

Title: hang your stocking next to mine
Rating: Teen
Summary: Dan’s home for the holidays and has a thoughtful conversation with his brother. [Read on AO3]

“What’s it like?” Dan’s brother asks.

They’re in his bedroom, strategically retreated from the holiday revelry happening in the rest of the house. Relatives voices are too loud and their questions are too invasive. Dan is tired of feeling like a spectacle or a puzzle people are trying to solve. His brother’s just a teenager.

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Redeux

(A/N: A little Dramione oneshot because I’m dying from lack of writing and I’ve been thinking about it all day)


Hermione shouldered through the crowded train station, grimacing a bit as she was forced to press between a heavy-set, sweaty man and a woman holding a toddler with a dripping popsicle. 

She managed to get through without anything moist or sticky getting on her, and heaved a sigh of relief as she toed the yellow caution strip. She didn’t normally like standing this close to the edge – something about it made her nervous, despite logically knowing that nothing was likely to happen – but it was worth it to be able to breathe what felt like moderately cleaner air.

A chime sounded, warning that the train was incoming, and she glanced down the line of waiting passengers.

Blinking in shock, her eyes landed on none other than Draco Malfoy. She was so surprised to see him in Muggle London, that it didn’t even register that he’d been looking at her until he guiltily looked away. He seemed to struggle with himself for a moment before he forced himself to glance at her again, offering her a tight (and slightly sheepish) nod.

Her eyebrows lifting, she returned it hesitantly, a slight frown touching her face. That seemed to be the extent of the interaction, though, because he turned and melted back into the crowd.

Apparently he had no intention on sharing even an entire train with her – even six years later.

Swallowing a soft huff of a laugh, she glanced into her messenger bag and began rooting through it, trying to find the book she’d brought for the ride. It would be a long thirty minutes to her parents’ neighborhood without one.

“Granger.”

Jumping about a full meter, she whirled around, blinking at Draco. Stunned speechless, she glanced at where he’d been just a minute ago – he’d moved through this dense crowd awfully fast. “Malfoy,” she returned, too taken aback by his sudden reappearance to summon anything even resembling condescension or hostility.

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