but no look at his face ok that face is the face of a thousand tears

Only Way To Live - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 4818

Warnings: Kinky Filth, NSFW, 18+, Oral (Female Receiving)

Notes: Honestly, I’m kinda mixed about this entire thing? I don’t think it’s as good as some of the other stuff I’ve written. The idea was so good for this too! I got the idea from an episode of Attack of Titan while I was in my slump. So, please, any feedback ya’ll have would be appreciated.

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wakeup call | taehyung

Originally posted by bwipsul

Pairing: Taehyung + Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

Request: hi <3 idk if i’ve already requested something on here, but i had this idea and i thought you could write it beautifully bc i love your work <3 the plot is: the reader is bffs with Taehyung and they’re at the mall one day & she sees her ex and just says to Tae “kiss me, I’ll explain later” :) ending is up to you <3너의 일이 너무 좋아!

Warning: Slight use of mature language

Reader’s POV

“Did I seriously have to come?” Taehyung groaned for the -nth time that day, as he trudged behind you carrying most of your shopping bags.

Turning around you gave him a sickeningly sweet smile,“ Who else would besides my best friend?”

Rolling his eyes, he retorted,“ If I knew you were going to use this on me, I never would’ve agreed to be your friend.”

Scoffing you teased,“ Well sir, you’re 12 years late.”

Shaking his head, he laughed and said, motioning to the bags in his hand, “Ok but seriously, who shops for their Christmas presents this late.”

You shot him a glare and said,“ Someone who was too busy with stupid work and projects to even leave her dorm for a week.”

Sighing, he ruffled your hair, cooing,“Was my baby working too hard now…”

Yah, Kim Taehyung.”

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Be More Chill Deaf AU

Ok Jeremy, it’s no big deal. He’s just your best friend. Your best friend that you have a crush on? Fuck. Ok ok, you’re fine. Just go up to him and tell him how you feel. It’s fine.

Jeremy massaged his left hand with his right thumb, a nervous tick he had formed from his anxiety over talking to people. It never happened when he wanted to talk to Michael, yet here he was, rubbing his palm in a soothing circular motion as he tried to steady his breathing.

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Silence Pt.3

Warnings: ANGST, language (is that even a warning? it just says bitch.)

Request/Summary: After Sam and Dean read through their sister journal they uncover something they didn’t want to know. Dean confronts her in a not so passive way.

Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Sister!Reader Winchester.

Word Count: 1,001

Y/N: your name

Y/N/N your nickname

Age:12-16

Silence PT.1  Silence PT.2

The question pounded into your head over and over again, “Did you kill those people?” the five words repeated themselves in your mind like an echo that never died down. Your eldest brother drilled holes into your eyes, while the other didn’t know where to look, his eyes switched from looking at you his baby sister, to Dean his older brother. You, you just stood. You didn’t know how to react, he had found your journal. He had read through your journal, what were you supposed to do. A million questions raced through your mind but once you took a hold of one it would just slip away, it was like trying to grab smoke with your hands.

Finally after a long unbearable silence  you managed to grasp a question. “What?” You spluttered out. Your voice came out quiet and hoarse. You saw as your brothers faces changed from worried and mad to surprised, and you had to say you were surprised too, this was the first time you spoke in nearly three whole months now. Although it was just a word it was a big step. You were so overwhelmed you forgot about the deep fear of speaking you had had for the past weeks. Dean stood there ogling at you, until his face contorted into one of disgust and hatred. You felt as your heart sank, never had he looked at you the way he was now.

“Great. You can speak now.” He spat walking closer to you, he gave you the journal which had little indents of where his fingers where grabbing it tightly “You seem confused, let me explain. See the other night after you had your little break down Sammy found your oh-so-precious journal of yours and realized that maybe that might tell us what had happened to you, but then of course we found something you probably didn’t want us to see.”

Sammy? You knew he had something to do with all of this but Dean was one thing, you’d expect this from him. He looks through your stuff all the time, but Sammy? Sammy respects your privacy, he’s the one that listen to you and is patient and simple cares for you, or so you thought. You looked over at him, and he just avoided your gaze, his face was one of pure guilt. You shook your head disappointedly and looked back at Dean, who maintained his strong stance and stared at you.  

“Now I’m gonna ask you one more time. Did. You. Kill. Those. People?” He said, punctuating each word, you glared at him as you slowly began to walk backwards as he moved towards you cornering you. You were such a coward, hiding from your brother. You were strong, you saved the world, but right at this moment you felt like an idiot.

“No.” You said in a monotone voice and stood your ground. Although you looked brave, in the inside you were nothing but a complete mess.

“No? That’s all you have to say? I don’t believe you.” He said lowering his voice so only you could hear him, he seemed so mad you could swear he was going to hit you, “I don’t even know why you’re still here. You’re nothing but a lying bitch.” Dean, your Dean said. He wasn’t possessed, or a shift shaper or something like that. This was your older brother, who has protected you with all his life, now telling you to leave.

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possessive pharaoh  : ahkmenrah x reader

It was a chill night at the museum and everyone was doing there own thing. A soccer match was taking place, Larry and Nick were playing fetch with Rexy and you decided to show Jed and Octavius the ins and outs of facebook with your profile as an example.

“So if you click here on photos you can ‘creep’ through pictures people have taken over the years.”

“this term creep, does not signify that I myself am a creep does it?” Octavius asked whole heartily.

You couldn’t help but giggle with how concerned he was. “No oct, doesn’t mean you are an actual creep.”

You decided to show them some pictures of your profile since they asked. A picture of you in a bikini popped up.

“woah woah woah, that’s you!” Jed said surprised.

You blushed a little nodding.

“wooo wee Ahky, you’ve got yourself one mighty fine babe!” Jed called as you noticed Ahkmenrah walking towards you three to stand behind the computer.

“tell me something I don’t know.” He smirked coming up behind you to plant a kiss on your cheek. You giggled turning away from him but immediately turned back to look into his soft eyes.

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Unbreakable (Part 3)

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Torture, Swearing, Abduction
A/N: Prompt. Part 1. Part 2. Finally! This part took me so long to write… I’m so happy I finally managed to get it done! I hope you guys are still enjoying this, because I know I am! Let me know what you think!
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Still slumped on the hard floor of the roof, Bucky let the sounds of the busy city below wash over him. He had no idea how he would even begin to earn your forgiveness; he wasn’t even sure he deserved it, but he was going to damn well try. Letting his head fall back against the wall, a shaky breath left his lips, the images of your past flickering in his vision. He couldn’t get the look of fear on your face out of his mind, both the one of the young child, and the one he had caused mere hours ago. The suffocating guilt quickly became too much, forcing him off the ground and out of the building.

Walking aimlessly through the bustling city, Bucky fumbled in his pockets for the familiar rectangular object he always went for when he was stressed out. Placing the cigarette between his lips, he flipped open his lighter, cupping his hand around the flame as he lit it. Taking in a deep breath, Bucky let the smoke billow out of his mouth.

He knew he’d fucked up. He’d let his pride and ego guide his actions, all because he couldn’t admit to anyone but himself how he truly felt. Bucky had fallen for you the moment he’d met you. He’d fallen for your razor-sharp wit and the way your smile could light up any room you entered, but most of all, he’d fallen for the way that you treated him just like anyone else. You were the only person he’d met in a long time that didn’t look at him with either pity or fear, and that meant the absolute world to him.

“You know, smoking kills.” The familiar deep drawl of Natasha’s voice crooned from the alleyway Bucky had been walking past.

“Doubt this’ll be what kills me…” he muttered in response, stopping in his tracks to face the red-head. “What are you doing here, Romanoff?”

“Could ask you the same thing Barnes.” she said, smirking at his confused expression, “Why did you leave the tower in such a hurry? Running away from your problems?”

“Not this time…” he said, running a hand through his tousled hair.

“Good. So, what are you doing wandering through New York in the middle of the night?” Natasha asked, kicking off the wall she’d been leaning against.

“Getting some air.” Bucky said with a sigh, “I know I have to fix this, I just don’t know how.”

“Well, being there is a start.” Natasha said, her usually harsh-sounding voice taking on a softer tone.

Meanwhile…

Sliding down your bedroom door, you brought your hands up to your face, finally let out the sob you’d been holding in all night. After the events at the pool, then your nightmare, and finally your run-in with Bucky, you were exhausted: mentally, physically, completely. Letting the tears run freely down your cheeks, you couldn’t control the flames that began to curl around your body. In your unstable condition, you could quickly feel the fire getting out of control, licking up the walls and along the floorboards.

The sound of the tower’s fire alarms going off rang through the room, the sprinklers being activated shortly afterwards. Yet even the new-and-improved Stark sprinkler system couldn’t put out the flames that were beginning to engulf the room. As the fire grew, your tears fell at an even faster rate, fear fuelling the raging inferno.

What if you hurt someone? If you couldn’t control the fire then no one could. You didn’t want your friends or the innocent people in the tower to be hurt, or worse, killed, just because you were having a mental breakdown. Suddenly, a loud banging on your bedroom door caused your head to snap up.

“Y/N?” Steve’s voice travelled through the reinforced door, followed by the sound of him coughing and wheezing. “Y/N? Are you in there? We need to get out of here, now!”

“Steve?” you managed to whisper shakily, your nails digging into the bare skin of your thighs.

“Y/N! Thank god!” Steve said, the relief clear in his voice, “The whole tower’s being evacuated; FRIDAY set off the emergency protocol.”

“Steve, you need to go, now!” you responded urgently, eyes squeezing shut as you tried to regain any ounce of control.

“What? Y/N? No! It’s too dangerous to be in the tower right now, I’m not leaving you in here alone!” he said, his captain voice coming out as he tried to convince you to leave.

“Steve! It’s me! I’m the danger, I can’t… I can’t control it… Please, I don’t want to hurt you!” you wept, the tears turning to steam as they rolled down your scorching skin.

“Y/N…”

“Steve! Go!” you yelled, letting out a shaky breath as you heard his retreating steps.

You had resigned yourself to your fate. Though the fire wouldn’t kill you, the building collapsing would. All you could hope for was that no one else got hurt along the way. If those you loved were safe, then you were happy to die here alone. Feeling your energy slowly drain away, you let out a shaky scream as the fire took hold, ripping through you like a thousand bullets. Whimpering in pain, you let your head drop to your knees, your eyes fluttering shut as the flames danced behind your eyelids.

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how would you feel ; riarkle

summary: the four times farkle doesn’t say he loves riley, and the one time he does.
author’s note: my computer is being so irritating so i had to post this w my phone so sorry if the formatting is gross!!!!! the formatting on ao3 is fine and the link to my ao3 profile is in my bio.

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It’s freshman year and Riley is trying out for cheer, again. Even though she made it last year, she still wasn’t satisfied with her “pity acceptance” and vowed to make it this year (I have to prove myself this time Farkle. We’re in high school now, it’s the big leagues), but for real this time.

The whole gang was going to come and support her again but everyone besides Farkle was preoccupied. Lucas and Zay had football practice, Maya had independent art study with Mr Turner, and Smackle was tutoring Yogi in biology. Farkle also had plans, the robotics club was about to make a huge breakthrough with their most recent endeavor, but when he saw the way her face fell when everyone bailed, he couldn’t do that to her. He knew that if she knew he had somewhere else to be, she would make him go, so he made sure she felt like his number one priority. At least, that’s what he told Smackle when she accused him of having feelings for her (again).

“She’s our friend, Smackle. My best friend actually, and I promised her I would be there for her. Always.”

“I thought I was your best friend, dearest? Match made in heaven?”

“You’re my girlfriend. There’s a difference.”

Smackle pretended his comment didn’t sting, and didn’t question it further.

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He was gathering his stuff from his locker when she anxiously floated over to him the day of the try outs. She looked adorable in her high ponytail, pom poms in hand. Not that he noticed.

“Farkle, I’m so beyond nervous!” Her words zoomed off her lips as they walked to the gym. “I’ve been working with Zoe all summer, you know that, but what if it’s not enough? These girls have made this their lifestyle and I only started this summer. I want this so bad, my head could burst.”

“Riley,” he paused, stopping them and grabbing her hand, platonically, “You’re going to be great. You have never failed at anything you put your mind to. Don’t freak out, Riles. I’m going to be in those bleachers cheering you on the whole time.”
She looked up at him with her big, doe eyes, “Always?”

His heart broke at the sight of her vulnerability so he squeezed her hand, “Always.”

Her try out went great, he knew it would. She danced and laughed and even though she tripped at least seven times, she had more cheer than anyone there. He reminded her of that when they sat outside of the school waiting for their ride as she cried into his shoulder. As she cried, he held her tighter than ever before. Platonically.

The results got posted the next day and Farkle picked Riley up in his dad’s car even earlier than Cory could have taken her so they could wait outside and eat bagels. She wanted to be the first one to see the list, and for Farkle to be the second. When the school finally opened, Riley ran to the bulletin board outside of the gym before Farkle could even make it two feet inside. When he got to the bulletin board, she was standing in front of it, motionless.

“Riles,” he began cautiously.

“I, I made the team,” she whispered as if she didn’t even believe the words coming out of her own mouth.

It took him exactly .2 seconds for him to run to her and sweep her into his arms. She giggled wildly as he lifted her off the ground and twirled her around, embracing her as they celebrated this triumph.

Setting her down but not letting go of her, they looked at each other from a dangerously close perspective. His breath was heavier than he ever wanted it to be when he was around her, and her face was flushed pink with something she could only describe as pure exhilaration. Of course, at the time, she blamed it on the good news.

“Riley,” he paused, I love you,“I’m so proud of you.”

Her eyelashes fluttered as she looked at him in a daze, I love you too “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

That night, he thought about the words he thought in that moment of pure bliss and reminded himself that it was platonic. They had said it a thousand times.

So why could he not say it then?

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Freshman year quickly turned into sophomore year and sophomore year brought more challenges than any of them could imagine.
After the London Debacle the six had faced at the end of the last school year, Riley and Lucas had decided to stay broken up and a long three months later, Lucas and Maya had decided to put themselves, and everyone else, out of their misery and try dating again. They were now almost four months in things had settled. They were happy. Everyone was happy. Until the night that Smackle became very unhappy.

“Really, Smackle, I can leave. I don’t want to get in the way. I shouldn’t have come anyway.”

Smackle and Farkle were having a fairly innocent make out session in Farkle’s room when Riley barged in with bags full of snacks and all of the back to the future movies in hand. Ever since Maya and Lucas had started dating, Farkle had been there for her to lean on and she naively didn’t notice the effect it had on Farkle and Smackle’s relationship. That is, she didn’t realize it until she saw poor Smackle freaking out on Farkle.

“No, Riley, you’re fine,” Farkle said for the umpteenth time that night. Riley could very clearly see that things were not fine, that she was most certainly was not fine and that she should leave, so why did she believe him? Why did she take her word for it and sit there, knowing it was only making things worse?

Smackle scoffed, “Classic.”

Farkle’s finger were going to town on his temples, trying to soothe his mind in anyway possible, “Isadora, if you have something to say then say it.” He never called her by her full name.

“Fine,” she began, stronger than a bull, “If you want to really hear it then here it goes. Riley is using you, Farkle, and you’re letting it happen because you’re too nice. Ever since Lucas and Maya started dating she has needed someone to be there for her 24/7 and you became that person. But guess what, babe? I need you to be that person because you’re my boyfriend,” she paused and turned to Riley, “You hear that? My boyfriend. I get that things have been hard for you Riley but things get hard for everyone and you’re not the center of the universe. You don’t have dibs being treated right and you definitely don’t have dibs on being treated perfectly by my boyfriend.”

“You don’t get to talk to her like that, Smackle!” Farkle’s hands were balled and his neck was bright red. Riley had only ever seen him like that the time that Maya’s dad showed up drunk to one of her art shows over the summer. He was always the first one to start swinging for his girls but she wasn’t going to let that happen tonight. Smackle was right, she was being selfish.

“Farkle! Enough!” Riley yelled as she stood up and walked in between them, facing Farkle. “She’s right. I mean, for God’s sake it’s a Friday night and I barged in here with no warning just assuming you’d be available. That’s selfish, Farkle. Don’t defend me. Your relationship with Smackle is more important than my bruised ego. I’m going to go now,” she turned to Smackle, “I really am sorry, Smackle. I hope you can forgive me and realize that I never meant to hurt anyone,” she paused for a moment to gather herself, “Right, I’m gonna go now. So sorry. Ok, bye,” and with that, she slipped out the door and slid down against it, letting her head fall into her palms.

What the hell is wrong with you, Matthews? Get it together.

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She woke up the next morning with a knock on her bay window.

Groggily and even more clumsily than normal, she made her way from her bed to open it up and let whichever one of her friends had decided to disturb her slumber this time. However, when she saw it was Farkle, she instantly sobered up.

“It’s seven am, what are you doing here?” She asked with a yawn.

He scooted in and sat next to her, head in his hands, “Smackle dumped me exactly six hours and forty seven minutes ago. After you left we kept talking and then talking turned to arguing some more and then arguing turned to tears and tears turned to slammed doors. I can’t believe I messed things up with her so bad.”

Riley’s heart broke at the sight of him. Now that she was really paying attention, she noticed that he was wearing the same outfit as yesterday and his hair was sticking up in every direction besides the one it was supposed to be.

She sighed and put her arm around him, resting her head against his crouched frame, “I’m so sorry, Farkley. This is all my fault. Do you want me to talk to her?”

He laughed dryly, “Actually, I feel like you’re the last person she wants to talk to. Well, second to last, actually. I think you’ve finally beaten me at something,” he joked as she playfully shoved him.

The two sat in silence for a little bit, just enjoying the heat of each other’s bodies.

“Are you wearing bunny pajamas?” He asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“Excuse me for not expecting company at seven am.”

Silence fell upon them again.

Until Farkle was, once again, the one to break it.

“It wasn’t your fault, ya know. I’m the one that kept putting everything before my relationship. Don’t feel bad about it,” his voice was a whisper and she could tell he was incredibly serious and even more so remorseful at how he handled things with Smackle.

She sighed and started fiddling with the loose strings on the friendship bracelet she made him for his birthday last year as a joke. She ignores the fact that he never took it off, “You can say it wasn’t my fault all you want but the way she looked at me just goes to show that it was. She had every right to look at me like that.”

“Riley, you’re talking as if you’re a homewrecker.”

“I might as well be. You two were the best couple I had ever seen and here I come in like a bulldozer, messing everything up.”

He laughed the littlest laugh at that, it was just so absurd for Riley to think that she was anything less than perfect, “If we truly were the best couple, then some weirdo girl in bunny pajamas wouldn’t stand a chance against us.”

This made Riley laugh and bury her head into his shoulder, which felt like a victory.

I love you, “You’re the most important person in my life,” so much, “I wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world.”

I love you more, All she did was smile at him and continue fiddling with his friendship bracelet.

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New Years Eve was a time of revelations for the group of six. Sophomore year had finally reached the halfway mark and the friends were celebrating with another New Year’s Eve party. However, to avoid the bad luck of the eighth grade party, they had changed locations to Maya’s apartment. Katy and Maya moved in with Shawn into a much nicer place about three blocks away from Riley and it seemed like the perfect location so Zay, Smackle, Farkle, Riley, Maya, and Lucas, along with the rest of the class of 2020, set up shop and got the party going.

Midnight was in exactly three minutes when Farkle found Riley on the roof of the apartment building. It was rare how bright the stars were shining that night.

She was leaning against the railing, head dreamily placed in the palm of her hand.

“Whatcha thinking about?” He asked as he mimicked her stance.

“Just how glad I am that this year is about to be over, and all of the possibilities that next year has to offer. 2018: the year of hope.”

He smiled warmly at her optimism, it had always been one of the many things he had loved about her. But up until recently, he thought it was all strictly platonic. But, when him and Smackle broke up a month and a half go, he began to realize that he had been lying to himself all along. It was never strictly platonic. It was hardly platonic period. Farkle hadn’t just loved Riley since the first grade, he had been in love with her since the first grade and he hadn’t been able to shake the realization since. Especially not with them being alone on this rooftop and her cheeks being as red as the day he first almost told her he loved her. It was all of the almosts that made him realize that it was more than friendly. Because friends don’t need almosts.

After a little bit of silence and a whole minute of the countdown gone, Riley asked, “What are your resolutions this year, Farkle? Now remember, nothing is too big.”

He looked at her and then he looked back up at the night sky. My resolution is to get the girl. “I don’t know. What’s yours?”

Nervousness suddenly washed over her as she looked down at her glove clad hands and then back up at him, “Promise not to laugh?”

“When have I ever laughed at you?”

“Almost everyday!” She joked, causing him to laugh out loud.

“Ok, ok I promise not to laugh. But hurry up, there’s only twenty seconds until midnight.”

Between the time it took for him to finish talking and for her to build the courage to speak, the time had dropped to ten seconds. They could faintly hear the countdown from their party downstairs.

She looked at her hands and whispered quietly, “I want to fall in love.”

Five seconds.

“What?” He couldn’t hear her above the countdown.

Two seconds.

“I want to fall in love!” she screamed giddily to the streets of New York City as the party downstairs and all across the east coast screamed “Happy New Year!”

With the new knowledge of her resolution, he didn’t waste another second.

I love you. He kissed her.

I know. She kissed him back. I love you more.


Riley and Farkle weren’t dating. Unless you call him giving her rides everyday, waiting for her at her locker, and sneaking kisses under the bleachers in between classes dating. Because if that what dating was, then they were definitely doing it, and had been for the entire second half of sophomore year, the whole summer, and the first few months of junior year. But they would go to the grave saying that nothing had changed. They even said so when Farkle showed up to school with a hickey peeking through the collar of his shirt after a long weekend. The same long weekend that Riley had told Maya she was busy the entire time of.

“Hey Farkle, what’s that on your neck?” Zay asked at lunch that fateful Tuesday back at school, trying to feign innocence.

Maya sat down next to Lucas and decided to join in on the phone, “Yeah, Minkus, what is it? Did you ‘fall’ again?”

However, Farkle didn’t back down easily, and he had been playing Maya and Zay’s games for a few years now, he was no Novice. “Actually, it is. In fact, it looks just like the bruises that were all over your neck freshman year right after you and Lucas had made it official. You must have ‘fallen’ a lot too. What a cowinky dink,” he finished as he took a bite into his apple, giving a smug look to Maya who just glared in response.

“Hey guys, what are we talking about?” Riley asked as she sat down, right next to Farkle of course. “Sorry I’m late, I had to stop by my physics class and ask a question. That class is so insanely difficult it’s driving me cra-” she halted as she saw the death stare Maya was giving Farkle, “What’s happening here?”

Without looking up from his casserole, Lucas nonchalantly explained, “Farkle and Maya are slut shaming each other.”

“Are you serious? That’s the third time this week!” Riley sighed annoyingly, hitting Farkle on the arm.

“Hey! It’s not my fault that your girlfriend keeps coming at my bruises. It’s not my fault that I uh, fall down a lot.”

Maya snickered from across the table, making Farkle snap his head back to her direction.

“What’s so funny, Hart?”

She laughed harder and then tried to calm herself down, “Woo, man,” she wiped tears from her eyes, “I just think it’s hilarious how easy it is for you to call Riley my girlfriend when I’m not even the one sleeping with her.”

Suddenly, the whole table turned to a ghost town aside from Maya’s uncontrollable cackling. Riley sunk her arms and Farkle’s ears, neck, and chest turned bright pink.

“Oh my,” Smackle squeaked from next to her boyfriend of three months, Zay.

Lucas wrapped his arm around Maya and looked at the group awkwardly, “Alright honey I think that’s our cue to leave. Bye everyone,” he said as he ushered a still laughing Maya away from the table, grabbing both of their trays in the process.

“Yeah uh, Iz I think we should head out too. You promised me you find that one book in the library, remember?” Zay said, very clearly trying to make a break for it in anyway he could.

“No, I have no memory of this.”

Zay opened his eyes wider, signaling urgency. Finally, Smackle caught on, “Oh yes. That book,” she fake remembered. “Let’s go,” and, with that, they ran off after Maya and Lucas.

It was quiet for a little bit, with Farkle trying to piece together what had just happened and Riley trying to find the courage to come out of the hiding place under her arms.

“Well. At least Maya and I won’t slut shame each other anymore?” He reasoned weakly, as he stared at his unfinished peanut butter and jelly.

Riley groaned.

“Hey, I mean, this isn’t that bad,” he continued, swiveling to face her this time, “I mean, it’s not like we were keeping it a secret or anything. Were we?”

Finally, Riley uncovered her face and looked at him tiredly, “I don’t know Farkle. I mean, we’ve been together but not together for like nine months now and we’ve never even talked about what we are or what we’re doing or where we’re going. What are the rules here?”

Farkle’s mouth was dry. He never brought up the talk because he didn’t want to scare her away. Neither of them had ever been good at relationships and now that he had her in his grasp, he didn’t want to lose it.

“I didn’t realize that there were supposed to be rules,” he trailed off.

Riley scoffed and gathered her things, trying not to let the tears fall in front of him, “Yeah well you also didn’t realize that all I want is to be your girlfriend. And they call you a genius.”

And then, it was just Farkle at the lunch table, and it was his turn to hide and groan.

+

Over the past nine months, Farkle’s bay window visits had grown substantially in frequency, but this time he was nervous. It probably had something to do with the fact that he hated himself for ruining the best thing that had ever happened to him, but he ignored that and tapped on the locked window. She must have known that he would try to stop by.

“Go away, Farkle,” he heard Riley snap, muffled slightly by the glass.

“Please, Riley, can we just talk about this? Unlock the window, please.”

He rested his head against the window in frustration and sighed, You really did it this time, Minkus.

And then suddenly, his head was no longer on the window, but inside of Riley’s room, landing with a thump.

“Sorry,” Riley apologized, completely deadpanned and full of zero remorse.

He climbed in and rubbed his forehead, “It’s fine. I deserved that.”

She had moved back to her bed and was facing the wall in front of her instead of him, clutching a pillow, “Yeah. You did.”

Farkle then noticed that the pillow had mascara stains on it and his heart sank so deeply.

“Riley, I know I handled this whole situation, you and me, the complete wrong way. I just, I don’t know what’s wrong with me sometimes. I just got so caught up in how great things were I forgot or didn’t realize how amazing things could be if we just talked about it. I was selfish. I didn’t want things to get ruined so I strung us both along for almost a year and I’m sorry. I understand if you never want to talk to me again but,” he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, I love you, “But, please just know that I would never want to hurt you.”

Her eyes broke away from the wall and turned to him. She saw how tired he looked and it had only been three and a half hours since they had last spoke. She knew she shouldn’t let him off that easily, but she also knew she wanted nothing more than to have him hold her and whisper sweet nothings into her ear.

“Farkle,” she began as she moved off of her bed and next to him, clutching his hand into hers. The bracelet she had given him had lost almost all of its integrity and color, but it was still seared into his skin. “You’re not selfish. I didn’t speak up either. But being scared isn’t an excuse, for either of us. So, right here, right now, we need honesty. One hundred percent, complete, and total honesty.”

He smiled at her, “I can do that.”

Placing her free hand over their conjoined ones, she whispered, “How do you feel about me? Am I just a nine month long booty call to you?”

He scoffed, “Of course not. Are you serious right now?

She looked incredibly serious.

“Oh my God you are serious. Alright, well. No. You’re not a booty call. You never have been and you never will be. You’re my best friend, and you’re also everything I’ve ever wanted or needed out of a partner, a teammate. Riley, you’re everything to me.”

“But you told Smackle that being a girlfriend and being a best friend are different,” she asked warily.

“With her, they were. Smackle and I never had what we have. We have,” he turned to face her and grabbed both of her hands, “We have history. We have a near life long bond. For us, being best friends and being more isn’t that far of a stretch. Name one thing that is noticeably different from before.”

Riley giggled and traced the bruise on his lower neck, “Well, this is certainly a new development.”

He laughed and grabbed the hand she was using to trace the bruise and brought it to his mouth, kissing it sweetly. “Besides that, nothing has changed. We are still us. Late night movie marathons, bagel runs, and mix cds, everything that we had is still what we have. And what we have is perfect.”

“But what is it that we have? Are we dating, are we friends with benefits? What is happening?”

He looked into her eyes deeper than he ever had before and drop his voice to a more serious tone, “What do you want?”

“I wasn’t lying when I made my resolution this year. I wanted to fall in love.”

The past tense stings, “Oh, well what do you want now.”
“I don’t want anything more. I already have you,” she pauses and smiles at him, “My resolution has been fulfilled.”

His heart stops and then starts going again at a mile a minute.

“Wait so does that mean that,” he was trying to stay calm but he couldn’t help the goofy smile breaking across his face.

“Yes. I love you, Farkle Minkus,” the goofy smile mirrored on her face as they giggled ridiculously.

“I love you too. So, so much,” he held his hands and kissed her knuckles again, “Since the first grade.”

She smiled back at him, “I can’t believe it took us ten years to get here, and the whole time we were right under each other’s noses.”

“I know, and now we’re dating,” he said with his smile wide and smug.

Her eyes widened with excitement and she squeezed his hands a little tighter, “We are?”

He laughed excitedly, “If you would do me the honors then yes, I would be honored to be your boyfriend. Beyond honored actually,” he paused, “I can’t think of a word that means more than honored right at this very moment, I’m a little flustered,” Riley laughed at that, “But yeah, will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Riley cheered as she wrapped her arms around her neck, pulling him in for an embrace.

They stayed like that for a little while until Farkle started giggling.

“Why are you laughing?” Riley asked as she pulled back to look at him.

“I just think it’s funny that we did everything so out of order. We kissed, had,” his voice dropped to a whisper as a joke, “sex, and said I love you all before we started officially dating. Why are we like this?”

She laughed too, resting her head against his shoulder, “Oh well, I guess. Who cares. We’re together now,” she looked back up at him smiled.

He leaned down and rested his forehead on hers, “I’m never going to get tired of saying ‘I love you’ to you.”

Smiling and leaning in to kiss him, she hummed against his lips, “I’m never going to get tired of hearing it. I mean, it took you long enough.”

“That’s really rude, I’m fragile.”

“Whatever. Shut up and kiss me.”

“I mean, if you insist.”

Ghost/Living Person AU

#41 from the prompts I got forever ago… I’m slowly working through them! <3

(Someone messaged me this number and I wrote it down, so I don’t have it as an actual ask… and I can’t find the original message. So if this is for you let me know?)


Anakin can be forgiven for not remembering it is the anniversary of an event ten years in the past. He is nineteen, bright and beautiful, a devoted Padawan to his master Qui-Gon Jinn and the Order that took him in all those years ago. His world is the warm hallways and lofty salons of the Temple, excursions to other systems always done under the careful wing of his Master.

He does not remember the face of Qui-Gon’s former Padawan, even if he knows his name: Obi-Wan Kenobi. Kenobi exists like a fabled krayt dragon on the homeworld Anakin remembers even less than Kenobi’s face: a figure to be discussed in quiet, hushed tones, a now-legendary name among Padawans.

The Padawan who died slaying the first Sith Lord to be seen in a thousand years, taking a mortal blow meant for Qui-Gon even as he rammed his blade through the creature’s heart.

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Drove All Night

So I was inspired to write this after watching the Voice in which Celine Dion was coaching some singers to perform her version of Drove All Night that’s been redone like a thousand times.

Waverly and Nicole are in a long distance relationship, but Nicole feels like surprising Waverly. If the title didn’t tell you exactly what happened… the below gif has nothing to do with the fic, I just think I’ll use it as often as possible

Originally posted by mzhyde48


“Wynonna….” Waverly whined in frustration. “I have to go.” Looking at her wristwatch, she could feel each second that bled away with her sister’s asinine…

“But… you’re the only one that pours my shots the way I like them.” Wynonna gave her a pleading look until she received the snap of a towel to the back of her head. “Hey!”

“Leave your sister alone, Wynonna.” Gus slipped behind the bar, grabbing a few empty pint glasses. “She’s got a date.”

“It’s not a date.” Waverly protested, unable to hide her smile as she untied her apron. “It’s just a call.”

“A pre-scheduled call that happens every Friday.” Gus pointed out as she filled a glass with beer.

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Requested by Anon: Sherlock x reader where she is pregnant with his baby & he loves her so dearly but one day she is seriously seriously injured in a case and it’s kind of sherlock’s fault indirectly and she loses the child tragically. Sherlock is v guilty and protective and sorry

(gif not mine but writing is)

Expecting

Walking into the living room you span around in your cream coloured dress and you felt beautiful. “Come here you.” said Sherlock as he grabbed your hand, pulling you towards him to sit on his lap. He began to kiss you as he placed a hand on your tummy. Your bump wasn’t showing yet but you had a first scan. There was a healthy baby that you hope would be as intelligent as its father. You gazed into Sherlock light eyes as you brushed his dark curls from his face. “What did I do to deserve something as perfect as you two.” he sighed with happiness.
“Saved thousands if not millions of lives by being a smart arse?” you answer playfully as you leave a light kiss on his nose. He smirked.

“Mycroft keeps texting me asking how I am. I think he is excited about becoming an uncle.” you giggle as you look around. Your eyes stare at the vacant bedroom. “I was thinking of perhaps making John’s old room into a nursery but only if you’re OK with the idea. He’s really settling into his new place with Mary.” you say stepping off of his lap. Sherlock stared down the hallway at the now empty room, a grunt of contemplation left his lips. You understood that there was a lot of memories tied to the rooms in 221B Baker Street but at some point he will have to make changes so new memories can be made. One thing must be paramount, you must not rush him with his decisions.

Grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen you turn back to see Sherlock on his laptop. Walking up behind him you gaze over his shoulder at the computer screen. On the screen was a photograph of a man that was the latest big criminal that needed to be stopped. He had red curly hair and wore a long dark coat. It all started when he replicated some of Sherlock’s early cases. It’s like he wants to copy and get Sherlock’s attention for some reason. Kind of like a fan boy gone wrong. “I wonder what he is going to do next. The dedication and details that he puts into his crimes really are fascinating.” Sherlock said as his eyes sparkled with curiosity. Worriedly you put a hand on Sherlock’s shoulder as you spoke. “You’re leading him on too much Sherlock. Surely you can see that each murder is getting more elaborate with more victims.”
“I know. He’s just so interesting.” he sighs.
“The guy is a maniac.” you interject. “Besides how many days has it been since the last murder?” The criminal now had a clear murder pattern.
“Five. Today could be my lucky day.” replied Sherlock. Sometimes you worried about Sherlock. Murder and detective work can seem like a game to him. It’s like he forgets that people’s lives are at stake.
“Please Sherlock. You know who he is just arrest him. Don’t toy with him or let him toy with you any longer.” you say with concern but your warning appeared to go on deaf ears.

Sherlock opened a new tab on his laptop and began frantically refreshing his ‘Science of Deduction’ website because that is how he has communicated with the suspect previously. “I’m just going to pop out to the shop, maybe buy something for lunch. The doctor says that exercise is good for the baby.” you sigh walking past Sherlock. He suddenly turned around and grabbed your hand. He placed it against his lips, kissing it whilst his eyes stared into yours. “Don’t be too long… This will be the last time I tease him. I promise.” he said apologetically.
“I’ll be back soon you psychopath.” you giggled at him as you began to walk down the stairs.
“High functioning sociopath.” Sherlock called back.

Sherlock had unknowingly been waiting for at least an hour. A 'ding’ noise came from his laptop notifying him of a new message on his site which read. 'Why don’t we finally meet? I have been waiting for so long to meet you. Shall we say the old factory?“ Finally what Sherlock had been waiting for. As he went to grab his black jacket something struck him. It had been too easy. Before the criminal had laid out puzzles for him to solve but this time he arranges to meet face to face? Confused, he reaches for his mobile and dialled a familiar face, one of the few he could truly trust. "John? I know that you are probably busy but I need your assistance. It’s the copycat killer. He’s suggested a meet up but I don’t think that all is as it seems.”

“I’ll be a while Mrs Hudson” Sherlock called as he hailed a cab. The taxi picked up John on the way. The pair discussed how John should remain hidden somewhere in the factory but be ready to strike if things get out of hand.

The factory was disheveled. The walls thick with dust and most of the windows were shattered or boarded up. As John looked for another entrance, Sherlock quietly walked in. He vaguely recalled that this factory was significant in one of his very first cases. Was it a body found here or a major clue that helped solve the case? Sherlock walks into a big room surrounded by small offices.

“I thought you would be coming so I brought you a gift or was it that you brought me a gift?” said a gravelly voice in the distance. Out stepped a red haired man wearing a purple shirt, black jacket, trousers and shoes. Exactly the same outfit as Sherlock had on. Sherlock’s eyes widened as he could hear somebody quietly crying from the stranger’s direction.

The man was clutching onto your arm, dragging you close to him. “Sherlock” you whimpered. Tears ran down your face and you trembled with fear. “Isn’t she beautiful.” said the criminal as he gently stroked your cheek. You could see Sherlocks fists clench in anger. Using the hand on your cheek he slowly moved your head to face him. Suddenly he slapped you across the face and Sherlock darted forward. “Ah Mr Holmes, you’ve now shown me your hand. Wouldn’t want to do anything reckless now would we?” said the criminal and Sherlock froze.

“Just let her go. You have me now. I’m the one you want.” said Sherlock who kept a steady sounding voice, though it was taking a lot of effort.
“True” said the criminal as his eyes looked away from Sherlock and back to you. “To show there’s no hard feelings, how about a hug beautiful?” He holds an arm out and wraps it behind you. One arm remained down by his side as the other pulled you forward, crushing your body into his. You let out a blood curdling scream as a huge sharp pain cuts into you. Smirking, he slowly removes a large knife from your stomach.

“No!” Sherlock shouts with more anger and anguish than you ever knew he had. As the criminal was distracted, John crept up behind him and tackled him to the ground. Witnessing what had just taken place, the doctor did not hold back with the punches. After knocking the criminal out he phoned the emergency services.

Your legs became weak and Sherlock leapt forward to catch you before your body hit the floor. Looking down you could see your dress being stained by a growing patch of red. “Keep your eyes fixed on me.” Sherlock said as he took your hand in his. Tears rolled down his face.

“Sherlock… No matter what happens know this… I love you… You… Idiot.” you whispered shakily. John was applying pressure to the wound and you cried out in pain. “John you’re hurting her!” Sherlock shouted angrily. He knew that John knew what he was doing. He knew that John was a doctor. But seeing you in pain like this was too much for Sherlock to bare.

“Sherlock… He’s trying to help.” you whispered. Your eyes closing as you felt very sleepy. “(Y/N) stay with me. Please stay with me. You have to stay with me.” Sherlock begged as he squeezed your hand, forcing your eyes open. Despite this you could not fight it any longer. Your eyes closed. The last sound you heard was Sherlock crying in despair.

Your eyes slowly open. You were laying in a white hospital bed. Looking down you see Sherlock clutching your hand in his own, his head on the bed. The duvet felt damp where his face was on top of it. “Hey you.” you manage to say even though your voice was quiet. Sherlock looked up. His eyes were red and watery from crying. “(Y/N)!” Sherlock exclaimed whilst he tenderly kissed your hand. A smile crept onto your face. You looked around the room. There was a smashed vase and a set of drawers that had been ripped apart. The curtains in the room had also been partially pulled down. Then it dawned on you. A sinking feeling began to wash over you.

You tried to sit up whilst you whimpered in pain. “Don’t move too much. You’ve lost a lot of blood.” Sherlock said as he carefully helped you to sit up. Your eyes filled with tears as you stared into his.
“And we both know that I have also lost something far more precious.” you said crying. Sherlock slowly nodded his head as he began to cry. He moved up towards you and kissed your forehead before hugging you. You pressed you face into his chest, muffling your sobs.

One week later

221B was full of colour as bunches of flowers of sympathy from friends and family filled the room. The biggest bouquet by far was from Mycroft. You sat in John’s chair reading a book as Sherlock read the newspaper, but he was really staring at you. You sighed placing the book down and rubbing your stomach. It was still sore. “I’m just going to pop out to the shop, maybe buy something for lunch. The doctor says that exercise is good for my recovery.” you say wincing slightly as you stood up.
“Great idea, I’ll tag along. Fancy chips?” Sherlock added as he grabbed his jacket.
“Sherlock. I’m only going to shop on the corner. I can go by myself.” you smile.
“No.” he growled. “You’re not safe out there any more. Last time you went out. You… We lost our…” his voice was breaking. “It was my fault I should have listened to you. I should have quit while I was ahead.”

You walked up and hugged him.“The only person at fault was that maniac. Think about it. Going out by myself isn’t all bad. We would have never met if I didn’t bend the rules and go out on my own.” you smile as Sherlock’s mouth also curled up into a smile.
You reached forward and grabbed Sherlock’s hand. Despite there still being pain in his eyes, the smile stayed on his face. “Chips?” he asked as you both walked down the stairs and out of 221B. “It’s a date. You psychopath.” you reply, staring into his eyes.
“High functioning sociopath.” he protests before gently pressing his lips on yours.

BABY BUMP

Request: N/A but, @marveldcmistress , you said you wanted to be tagged in this!

A/N: First Lance fic!  I will definitely be open to writing for him again if any of you guys want to request a fic for him!  Hope you enjoy!

Lance Tucker x reader

Word count: 2030 (damn I’m wordy)

Summary: Lance never thought he’d be so excited about being a father… maybe now he’s a bit too excited… But, seeing Lance go all mushy for his baby is the most heartwarming thing you will ever see.

Warnings: pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms (morning sickness, cravings, etc..), super fluffy adorableness.

(Y/L/N)= your last name

(Y/B/N)= your baby’s name

(E/C)= eye color

(H/C)= hair color

 (GIF not mine)

Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

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Here’s to Happiness (Lin x Reader)

Word Count: 3,126

Warnings: swears and angst…

Authors Note: i know its been a while yall and im really sorry! its almost been a month. I had finals just this past week and i was so drained but i managed to milk this fic out! enjoy, and let me know what you thought!!

Summary: He deserved to be happy, but so did you. 

Dedicated to: @hamilton-noodles because she’s a super good friend of mine and makes me happy.

Not requested

Masterlist

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Say You Won’t Let Go

Summary: What does Dean feel when the woman he loves is dying?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1198 (with song lyrics)

Warnings: Slight language and angsty angst. Sorry!

A/N: This is for @katymacsupernatural‘s Writing Gif Challenge. My gif is below. I got inspired by the song “Say You Won’t Let Go” by James Arthur, so it’s included in the fic. The lyrics are italicized. It’s a bit of sweet angst from Dean’s POV. It’s unbetaed, so all mistakes are mine!

Originally posted by acklesxurie

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Imagine seeing Elijah again after 5 years.

Hi, hello, bonjour :)

Hey guys! So, I’m not at home right now, I’ll be back Sunday and I just wrote this and now that I have wifi for a little while I thought I’d post this. It must have a few mistakes as it’s really late and I haven’t reread it.

Imagine seeing Elijah again after 5 years.

Words: 2529

Please, note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there.

Please, let me know what you think. It always makes me so happy :)

I’m also working on The Immortals. I don’t know when I’ll be done.

Enjoy :)

Originally posted by sikanapanele

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Fix You - Chapter Five

SPN FanFic

~ After being gone for months, Y/N has returned home to the boys with no memory of their life together. ~

Reader x Dean

2,813 Words

Warnings: Super heavy on the Angst. Mentions of torture and rape. Just sad. All the feels.

A/N: This is it folks. The End. Hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you think! Huge thank you once again to @idreamofhazel who read this part over for me and helped me find the ending. 

Chapters: One ~ Two ~ Three ~ Four ~ Five

Chapter Five - Coming Home:


The first few days you had spent fighting back; kicking, punching, biting, doing anything you could to your captor, desperate to repay just a tiny bit of the pain he was inflicting upon you. You’d been caught on a solo hunt, like a helpless victim, and you hated yourself for being taken so easily; acting like a damsel in distress instead of the tough as nails hunter you knew you were.

You had fought with Dean before you left. He’d refused to let you go alone. He didn’t understand even though he said he did. This was one you had to do alone. This one was on you. This was revenge, at long last, for Matt. Once this was over, once this demon was dead and gone forever you could finally let him go. Let go of the pain, let go of that tiny bit of you that still wished for him at night. You could finally let yourself be with Dean fully, wholly, forever, knowing that Matt’s killer was defeated.

He wouldn’t let you go, so you had to do the worst thing you could think of and sneak out once he was asleep. You waited, lying awake in bed next to him for hours until you recognized the telltale signs of his slumber. You felt his arm slacken around you as his muscles relaxed. You heard his breath slow. It wasn’t until he let out a soft, low snore that you dared move, sliding slowly out from underneath his touch to run away into the night. You hated yourself for doing it; you’d promised never to leave him like that, but he’d given you no choice.

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Flee (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! I really liked this idea and I didn’t have any requests at the time so I decided to write it and I LOVE IT SO MUCH! I hope you like this as much as I do 😝
Warnings: fluff to the max, mentions of abuse, sexual assault, name calling
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: the reader escaped her kidnapper and comes to a strangers door looking for help
Request: ❌
Upcoming Imagine: part 2 of…
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Cold, harsh air stung your throat as you sprinted down a poorly lit street.
You constantly looked behind you to see if he was following you.
The sick man had you kept for 3 days and when he came to give you your daily beating, you used a metal pole to strike him in the head as you escaped.
You saw a familiar apartment complex and quickly ran up the stairs.
Your friend lived here, her name was Holland but you can’t remember what floor or number her room was so you pounded on a random door.
“Please open! I need help!” You yelled looking behind you.
It’s become second nature.
“Get the hell away!” You heard a raspy voice say.
You had no clue what time it was but you knew it was very early in the morning.
You looked for streams of light under doors, but there weren’t any.
You ran up another flight of stairs.
“Holland! Please tell me where you are! I need you I need help.” You yelled looking for any sign of a familiar number.
You pounded on doors, feeling sorry for waking anyone but no one answered, just yelled or kept quiet.
You started sobbing, knocking on the last door before you gave up.
You slouched down to the right of the door as you hugged your knees.
The beating, the yelling, the… assault, it all started flooding your mind again.
You cried and cried until the door you sat underneath opened and you saw a tall, young man with messy hair stand above you.
“Hey are you okay?” He asked noticing your stained cheeks as you sat at his door.
“Please I need your help. Do you know where Holland lives? Holland Reeves? She lives in this apartment complex and I need help.” You cried as he grabbed your forearms gently.
“I-I’m sorry I don’t know a Holland. You don’t look okay, do you…” he paused and his eyes widened.
“Are you… are you Y/N L/N?” He asked.
You looked up into his eyes for the first time.
They were so warm and welcoming.
You softly nodded, confused on how he knew your name.
“Hi um… my name is Spencer Reid. I work for the FBI and we… are actually working on your case. Oh my god… how did you escape?” He asked. “Wait… come in. Your freezing… I won’t hurt you. I’ll show you my credentials.” He said pulling you into his warm apartment.
You felt thousands of pounds lift off of your shoulders as he led you to his couch.
“I promise I won’t hurt you. Here look. I’m with the FBI.” He said handing you the black leather pocketbook.
You didn’t need proof that he was a good man, and he was very cautious around you, making sure your comfortable and unalarmed.
You nodded and handed it back to him.
He set it on the side table and kneeled next to you.
“Can I see your arm?” He asked holding his hand out.
You lifted your arm and he took it in his hand before examining it.
“Have you been punctured or injected with anything?” He asked gently setting your arm down.
You shook your head and he looked at your other arm.
His eyes trailed up to your face, where he observed your black eye and bloody face.
“You poor thing.” He whispered brushing hair out of your face, examining the open cut on your forehead.
“Can you tell me what he did to you?” He asked sitting next to you.
“He beat me, called me names like slut, bitch, starved me.” You said, the memories coming back as you named them.
“Did… did he sexually assault you?” He asked quietly.
You looked into his eyes and bit your lip before nodding as tears rolled down your cheeks.
“I’m sorry. No one deserves that.” He said rubbing your back.
You turned into his shoulder and started sobbing.
He awkwardly hugged you, placing a hand on your head and one around your back, being careful to keep his hands high enough.
“Do you want to take a warm shower? I can give you a change of clothes. They might be big but it’s better than this.” He said rubbing your bare shoulder that was only covered by a tank top strap.
You nodded and smiled for the first time in days.
“Okay follow me.” He said standing up and waiting for you as you took your time to stand up due to the pain.
He slowly walked you to his bathroom where he started the water.
“Is this okay?” He said after letting the water run.
You put your hand underneath it, de-thawing your cold hand.
“Yes that’s perfect.” You said.
“Ok good. I’m going to grab you a towel and clothes. I’ll be right back.” He said leaving before shortly returning.
He set the items down on top of the toilet.
“If you need me, I won’t be far. Just call my name, I’ll hear you.” He said before closing the door.
You slowly dropped your clothes to the floor before stepping inside the warm shower.
Goosebumps raised on your skin as the warm water cascaded over your sore body.
You saw the water tint pink as blood washed from your face.
You washed your hair with coconut scented shampoo and washed your body with a somewhat manly soap that smelt super good.
You turned off the water and got dried off fairly quickly, eager to sit down again.
You put on the soft button up shirt and sweatpants that Spencer provided you.
He was right, the clothes were huge, but so comfortable.
You carefully opened the door and Spencer immediately came around the corner.
“How are you feeling?” He asked inconspicuously observing you in his clothes.
“Much better thank you so much. I would probably be dead if it weren’t for you.” You said with a small smile.
“Of course. Do you like chicken noodle soup? I made some and I figured you were hungry.” He said awkwardly standing in front of you.
You nodded quickly and he led you to his couch again while he retrieved a bowl with steam pouring out of it.
He sat next to you and spooned a little out before blowing on it.
You were about to take the bowl from him but he shallowly pulled it away before looking into your eyes with sympathy before putting the spoon of warm soup in your mouth.
“Mmm.” You said as you swallowed the warm broth.
He smiled and spooned out more, this time with noodles and chicken.
“You know chicken noodle soup is the most recommended thing to eat when people are healing because it’s packed with nutrients. You get protein from the chicken, carbohydrates from the noodles and lots of vitamins from the broth.” He said before feeding more heavenly soup to you.
You nodded, not knowing what to say after his little rant.
“I know your capable of feeding yourself but I figured you were sore and preferred if I did instead.” He said as he continued feeding you.
“Thank you and sorry for waking you. You looked like I broke you from a peaceful sleep.” You said recalling his messy hair.
“What makes you say that?” He asked curiously.
“Oh um… your hair I guess.” You said as heat rose to your cheeks.
“Oh heh my hair is always like that. Awake or asleep. I wasn’t asleep so don’t worry. You actually gave me something to do rather than reread a book.” He said with a small smile.
“What are you doing up so late?” You asked taking more notice of his apartment.
The dark green walls, one filled with a bookcase.
“It wasn’t so late. It’s only midnight now.” He said looking at the clock.
Midnight.
It’s a lot earlier than you thought.
“Do you read a lot?” You asked pointing to his bookcase.
“I do yes. I’ve read them all.” He said as you took more soup on your mouth, almost spitting it out.
“All of them?”
“Well I have an eidetic memory and I can read 20,000 words per minute so it doesn’t take me that long.” He said with another beautiful smile.
“Wow.” You muttered under your breathe as you took the last bite of soup.
“Are you still hungry? I can make you more.” He said standing up.
“No I’m full. Thank you though.” You said hugging your knees as you sat on his couch.
“Are you allergic to anything? Can I give you ibuprofen, if you want it.” He said kindly.
“Ibuprofen would be great.” You said yawning.
You trusted him and you knew he wouldn’t give you any drugs or something weird like that.
He brought you two little tablets and a tall glass of water.
You took the pills and drank the full glass of water.
“Is there anything else you need besides sleep?” He asked.
“No but I need to thank you again. Thank you for saving my life and taking care of me. I don’t know how I can ever repay you.” You said standing up.
“No need. It was my choice, not a favor. It was my pleasure keeping you here. Believe me it takes a lot of stress away knowing your alive.” He said.
You felt tears fill your eyes as you heard his sincere words.
You lunged towards him and gave him a big hug.
He had no clue what to do but eventually, he wrapped his arms around you as well.
“Thank you so much.” You said into his chest.
“No problem. Um I can take the couch and you can have my bed.” He said leading you to his bedroom.
He turned on the light, revealing his big cozy bed that had at least 6 blankets on it.
You slowly crawled on top of it and pulled the blankets from beneath you.
“The heater breaks a lot so I have lots of blankets in case it gets cold.” He said lifting them for you to get underneath.
Once you did, he laid them on top of you and you swear you haven’t felt anything softer.
“I’ll be in the living room if you need anything okay?” He said.
You kept quiet, hesitating to ask for something.
“You do need something. I’ll get it for you, anything you need.” He said reading your face like the pages he was reading earlier.
“I’m okay. Thank you again.” You said with a smile.
He squinted his eyes at you. “Are you sure? Last call, just say the words.”
You looked at the lamp and then to the blankets that were covering your body.
“You.” You quietly said.
“M-me?” He asked, reassuring that’s what you said.
“I don’t want you to sleep on the couch.” You said looking up at him with a smile.
“Well… I don’t know where else I would sleep. I’ll take the floor if you want me in here.”
“I want you to sleep in bed next to me dummy.” You said laughing.
His face lit up with realization.
“Oh… are you sure?” He asked.
“Positive.”
He nodded and said “okay” before turning off the light and walking to the other side of the bed.
You felt the bed dip next to you and you turned to face him.
You both looked each other in the eyes in the dim moonlight.
“Thank you again.” You said with a smile.
“No problem.” He whispered.
You turned back around, facing your back to him.
A little later, you were almost asleep but you heard Spencer whisper something.
“Hm?” You mumbled.
“Can… can I hug you?” He quietly asked.
You smiled and nodded before feeling his gentle arms wrap around you.
Your back rested on his chest and you felt his hot breathe on the back of your neck as he traced circles on your wrists.
You eventually fell asleep to his gentle touch and shallow breathes.

Sf9 To You Fainting On Stage During A Music Show

Inseong: “ohmygod” In the amidst of watching you perform with a smile on his face, the smile would soon quickly fade as you fall to the ground. Panic would be written all over his face and his eyes could even get a little teary/blurry knowing he’s not able to do anything about it. Would look at Jaeyoon in worry and Jaeyoon would comfort him about it saying you’’ll be ok but he would still be super upset. Would get angry at your company for having you so malnourished and looking at the staff members in his head like, they better not make her come back out and perform.”

Originally posted by foxyins

Youngbin: Would suddenly getting up off his seat, causing people around him to stare but he wouldn’t really care at that moment until the other members whisper for him to sit back down. Would get really quiet but also pissed at the company. Also no longer in the mood to smile or wave to fans the whole night but the type to still give a fake small smile so it won’t look obvious however, he’s only thinking about you. Not even wanting to talk to the members after like he usually does.

Originally posted by yngbin

Rowoon: Would immediately drop whatever conversation he was having with the members and turn into a quiet statue, frozen- only staring at you laying on the stage floor while the staffs were quickly picking you back up, his heart pounding so hard it could practically explode out his chest, watching as you were carried off backstage. Wouldn’t talk for the rest of the day, and would even turn super cold/rude to fans unintentionally at the fanmeeting after outside the music show building. Literally a fan would be like “Roowoon-ah Do A Heart To The Camera!” And he’d be like

Originally posted by ohjuho

Jaeyoon: “What the heck is going on? What the f***, what’s wrong with her? My baby ohmygod.” Would be pissed/worried at the same time, his face obviously panicking while Inseong or Dawon would tell him to stay calm. Would llie and say he’s going to the bathroom so he can pass by your waiting room and sneak to see if you’re ok through the crack in the door and if you were, he would whisper and wave through the crack to get your attention and mouth “You ok babe?” with worry written all over his face. 

Originally posted by sf9

Dawon: This jokster would try to blend in with everyone else looking worried for you but inside would 100000x be panicking af. Look around at other idols and would be like “is she ok?” talking to random people and doing fanservice for fans as much as he can to distract himself from you, even his members patting his back and whispering if he’s fine and he will just be smiling to the fans while whispering back like “no im not, im literally shaking dude haha”

Originally posted by dangchanhee

Zuho: Literally his instinct was to dash on stage to pick you up, but of course he’s not that stupid. Would immediately grip onto something possibly his chair or if the members were unlucky, their arm or thighs- his hand possibly digging into them unconsciously until they tell him to let go and stay calm. Would nonstop talk to Youngbin Or Inseong Or Rowoon constantly about you. “Is she ok? Do you think she will be? Oh my god what if they make her come back out and perform. Do you think she should go home or the hospital. What if she’s still unconscious oh my god.” 

Originally posted by cadetremi

Taeyang: “ohmygodohmygodohmygod-someone-help-her-up-please.” Literally skipping to 20 thousand different conclusions in his mind and constantly looking rushed and rushing in his work and activities, spacing out whenever fans tried to talk to him. Would call you 20 thousand times and leave 20 thousand voice messages and video messages because tae boyfriend misses you and needs to know if you’re ok. 

Originally posted by imekova

Hwiyoung: “noona….” he would mumble under his breath. Best knowthis boy is going to get teary real quick. Trying to not cry, he would just cover his mouth with his hands, chani or dawon rubbing his back for comfort. “omo, what’s going to happen to her?” He will whisper to dawon while holding in his tears that look like its about to come out sooner or later. Would just be super emo the rest of the day. 

Originally posted by feelsensational

Chani: “!!!!!!!!!NOONA!!” His ass would yell out suddenly, the members like “omg shutup!” Now everyone knows you and him are close or at least friends. At that moment he doesn’t care, and is just wondering if you’re ok or not. Asking the manager if he can go to your waiting room after the show and asking your manager for permission if he can see you. WIll comfort and be at your aid the rest of the time before both of your groups leave the building.

“Aiyoo noona, stay healthy for me.”

Originally posted by princechani

Gimme Shelter

Dean!”

“Cas?”

Dean yanks open his bedroom door to find the bunker bathed in cool darkness, the sound of the driving rain sending echoes bouncing off all the walls, punctuated by a violent clap of thunder. The lights flicker on for just a second, just long enough to illuminate Castiel, standing pinned to the wall outside his own bedroom, eyes wide with fright, before the darkness returns and with it another loud crash of thunder. He hears a pained yelp come from Cas’ direction, and the rain lashes against the building with more fervour.

“Cas, buddy, it’s just a storm. It will pass.”

Dean fumbles around on the table near his bedroom door in search of the flashlight he knows is there, and manages to turn it on. He shines the beam of light down the corridor towards Castiel’s room, and finds his angel just where he was before: clinging to the wall with his chest heaving and his skin ashen grey. For a second he wonders if something else has happened, if the sound of the storm drowned out some other noise he should have been listening for; Castiel can’t be this scared of thunderstorms, surely.

“Dean…”

His name leaves the angel in a fearful, broken whisper, and Dean beckons to him, unable to stand the petrified look in his clear blue eyes for a moment longer. Cas hesitates, then crosses the few steps to Dean’s room as though he were walking across a disintegrating bridge over a canyon, and collides brutally with Dean in his desperation to get inside and get safe. Dean’s arms automatically come up around the angel, and feels the tremors racking through him. He almost smiles; almost. If Cas wasn’t so completely shaken by all this, it would be mildly amusing. Adorable, even. But right now the angel needs reassurance, not ridicule.

“Dean, what’s going on? It sounds like the sky is falling!”

Cas is still standing in Dean’s arms, his own wrapped tightly around the hunter’s waist, his terror overriding every social skill he had spent so long learning, and Dean finds himself rubbing Cas’ back to try and transfer some comfort though his touch into his shaking friend. It’s so bizarre that Dean wonders for a moment if he’s dreaming: the famed Castiel, angel who had commanded thousands and fought in battle over centuries, is frightened by thunder.

“It’s just a thunderstorm, Cas. You’ve experienced these before, surely?”

Another clap of thunder splits the air and Castiel yelps, loudly, right by Dean’s ear. The lights flash on and off again, the wind and rain outside playing havoc with the power lines, and for a moment Cas’ white face is illuminated, only inches from Dean’s. All humour in the situation dies as Dean sees the tears in his friend’s eyes and the tense, defined lines between his brows and crossing his forehead. Cas is really scared, and it’s not so funny any more.

“Hey, come on. It’s OK.”

Dean manoeuvres them both back into his room and kicks the door shut. Cas is still clinging to him, reluctant to let go, so it takes Dean a minute or two to get them across the room to sit down on the bed. Thunder splits the air again and Castiel tenses violently. Dean sets the flashlight dow on the bed, angled so that it casts the room into as much light as possible, and reaches over to turn his iPod off. He had been listening to a little classic rock, trying to wait out the storm, when he had heard Castiel cry his name from down the hall during a light instrumental. Shadows are jumping across the walls, and probably not helping Cas’ nerves but the only other option is total darkness and that’s less than preferable right now.

“Dean, what’s happening? This is what a thunderstorm sounds like on earth?!”

“Yeah, Cas, what did you think it would be like?”

“It’s so loud. Does it sound this loud to you?” Cas’ eyes are wandering fitfully around Dean’s room, evidently trying to work out if the hunter finds it all as overwhelming as he does. It’s normally Castiel and his angelic powers making the weather storm like this, knocking out electricity and sending rumbling shockwaves through the air. Dean supposes it makes sense for the loss of that control to knock him for six.

“Yeah, Cas, it’s loud. But hey, after thirty-something years of experiencing them, you kinda get used to it. Maybe your angel mojo is magnifying-“ Dean is cut off as another rumble splits the air between them, twice as loud now. The storm is directly above them, and the lights flash and flicker on and off sporadically, making Cas tremble and Dean has to admit that this is one of the more violent storms in his recent memory. The wind is screeching outside, and he’s pretty sure that when they eventually venture out into the main area of the bunker that the rain will have seeped in under the door. Cas has his head in his hands, trying to calm himself down, but Dean can sense it isn’t working. He reaches over and grips his friend’s shoulder, rubbing gently and murmuring nonsense to him.

“It’s OK, Cas, it will pass. The thunder can’t hurt you. It’s the lightning you have to worry about, and we’re safe from that in here. It’s fine, you’re fine.” He shifts closer to Cas on the bed as another rumble crashes through the bunker, and the air between them is thick with Cas’ emotion. He brings his other hand up, moving Cas to face just a little away from him, and starts to massage his shoulders with gently but insistent fingers, trying to work through some of the tension. Cas leans back into his hands with a low sound of relief, tensing and cringing again at another crash. Dean moves closer, running his hands up and down Castiel’s upper arms, feeling tremors rock through his angel and trying to shush and calm him with his touches and low murmurs into his ear.

He doesn’t know how they end up lying back on his bed together. He doesn’t know how his arm ends up under Cas’ head, the angel using it as a pillow while Dean plays with his hair, or how his other arm ends up thrown over his friend’s waist, pulling him close. He can’t work out how their legs got tangled together, or how Cas’ hands are fisted in his flannel overshirt, his too-blue eyes studying Dean’s face, dropping down to his lips then back up until ocean-blue meets sparkling green. Being so close to his hunter is calming Castiel; the sound of the thunder seems to be fading into the background the longer he looks into Dean’s eyes, and his heart rate is steadily dropping back to somewhere near it’s normal region. Dean’s calm, controlled presence is exactly what he needs, and he’s staring back at Cas with an unreadable expression on his handsome face. Castiel thinks, not for the first time, how beautiful his hunter is, especially this close.

Dean doesn’t know what passes between he and Cas at that moment. Cas is looking at him strangely, an expression of awe and longing on his face, the fear all but ebbed away, and as Dean gazes at him he feels one of Cas’ hands come up to brush over his jaw with feather-light fingertips. Then over his cheekbone, temple, then back down…to his lips. Cas passes a thumb lightly over Dean’s full bottom lip, watching the movement of his own hand curiously as though he’s powerless to control it. His breathing is slow now, deep and controlled, and his brows are furrowed with intrigue rather than nerves. Dean’s hand plays gently in Cas’ hair, his other stroking circles onto the angel’s back as they lie and study each other in the semi darkness, warm and safe in the bunker, the driving rain and crashing skies all but forgotten. Minutes or hours pass them by, lost in each other as Cas traces the lines of Dean’s face and Dean pulls his angel closer and closer, and it’s only a matter of time before the inevitable happens.

If asked, Dean would have no clue who made the first move, who kissed whom. It just happened, the crescendo of their years of skirting around each other and swallowing their feelings. It was gentle but deliciously explosive, the feel of Castiel’s mouth against his, his chapped lips soft but persistent; Dean can feel him holding back years of want, trying not to push too hard with their first kiss. Maybe he’s worried Dean will pull away. Maybe he’s worried he will pull away. That’s when Dean takes control; he tangles his hand firmly in Castiel’s hair and locks their mouths together with a low, drawn out moan of pure joy. Cas’ lips part beneath his and Dean dips his tongue in curiously, tasting Cas and pouring all his love and adoration into his kiss. He holds Cas close, tight to his body, and Castiel returns the embrace and that’s how they stay, pressed together in an intimate embrace, using their mouths to memorise each other and commit this moment to memory, even as the thunder splits the skies above them.

He’s kissing his angel, and his angel is kissing him right back and this right here is what heaven truly feels like.

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Contrition (fluffy raph x reader)

Authors note: I try to describe their thoughts and feelings more then I usually do because I feel that most of the time it really adds to the story. Idk if you don’t like this please let me know if you do though also let me know haha thanks papa bless

Summary: When college rears its head, you break up with Raphael. But you love him so much, how will you ever survive ?

Leonardo flung open the door to Raphaels room.
“Get up.” He commanded, irritation edging in his words. Raphael grunted, unpleased to be woken up from his slumber. “This is the third time this week you’ve been late to train RAPH.” He made sure to put an extra snap into Raphael’s name so he knew how aggravated Leo really was. The massive turtle crawled out of bed, directing a disgruntled look towards Leo,
“So?” he rolled his eyes. “What’s it matter?” He asked solemnly, quickly forcing himself to scowl when he remembered who he was talking to.
“You can’t just blow of your responsibilities, Raphael.” He spat. Raphael snapped his head in Leo’s direction.
“OK fearleass leader tell me what I should do then, since you’re all knowing.” Raph’s face sat steady in a mean expression, half hoping that Leo had a real answer for his question.
“I never said I was all knowing raph,” He said. “But you need to get out of your head and communicate.” Leo stepped forward and Raphael took it as a challenge, standing up and squaring his shoulders to his older brother. Tension over flooded the room, as Raph twitched his jaw, ready to take his Leo on.
“Or what?” Asked Raph. Leo contemplated the look in Raphael’s eyes, and whether he should take his brother down a notch or two. He stood unwavering to Raphaels size. Leo’s blue eyes were stoic against his auburn ones and his fingers twitched with the anticipation of action, when suddenly a voice from the doorway forced their fists to their sides.
“Is this a bad time?” asked [Y/N], wide eyed and with a box in hand. Raphaels muscles froze beneath his scales, he slowly turned his head towards the doorway, afraid of who he might see. Leo eyed her and Raphael before storming out of the room.
“Fix this please.” Leo demanded quietly as he passed [Y/N]. She looked at Raphael, who was glaring into her skull as if she would only see him if he moved.
“Raph?” She tried smiling reassuringly. She adjusted her fuzzy grey track suit awkwardly. “Are you ok?” His eyes were suddenly animate.
“Whaddo you care?” He slammed his pillow onto his bed, bursting it open. Feathers flew around him as he turned away from her. He clenched his jaw, grinding his teeth against each other as he curled and uncurled his fists. Sorrow flashed over [Y/N]’s face as she slowly inched towards his bed, plopping the box down.
“You know I care Raphael.” She reminded him quietly. Raphaels mind flashed with a thousand memories of [Y/N] caring for him. The way she caressed his face with soft skin that invoked a feeling in him he could only describe as addiction. He huffed in frustration, snapping himself back to reality. His eyes were suddenly wide with hope to see her again, no matter how painful it was. He cautiously turned around, the blood rushing to his ears made it almost impossible to hear anything else. [Y/N] quickly perked up at the notion of facing him. She had brought back a small box of his things. Reminders of his existence left scattered around her apartment. Things she couldn’t bear to look at anymore, things that gave her an excuse to see him again, one last time. The stabbing pains in her chest would never go away if she didn’t. She forced something resembling a smile onto her face. “How are you?” She asked, avoiding eye contact. Raphael flared his nostrils at her question, forcing his lips together and holding his tongue back. How did she think he was doing? It had only been three days since they had broken up. His heart still felt like it was shattering, the pieces slowly ripping from the tender muscle underneath. Raphael cautiously studied her face, his gaze wandering down to the soft flesh of her breasts pressing up against each other, forcing his lungs to seize, choking him from the inside out.
“Why are you here?” He asked, the pain in his voice forced her to look at him, to face what she had done. She could feel emotion rising to her throat forming into lump.
“I- uh brought your things.” She trailed off, shoving her hands in her pockets. He looked at the box full of stuff he was almost positive he didn’t want. He crossed his arms across his plastron carefully.
“Thanks I guess.” He grumbled. [Y/N] was out of words but she was desperate to stay in case they did come.
“Why was Leo mad?” She asked meekly.
“S'cause he’s a tight ass.” He replied. She wondered how he could be so calm about everything, how he was so collected when she could barely keep herself together.
“You always say that.” She said quietly. The room was still, like the calm before a storm. “Both of your training sais are in there.” She said, reaching into the box to a pull out a sai, much smaller then his own. She smiled, remembering when he had brought them over to train her. He shook his head,
“Keep ‘em.” He insisted. “They’re yours.” A small part of her was shocked at his trust in her to keep his boyhood sais, but she knew that even now they both still loved each other. She looked down at the small sai wrapped with a deep red cloth at the handle. “I miss you.” She said quietly. He felt his heart jump in his chest,
“What?” He asked. She didn’t dare take another leap of faith.
“Nothing.” She intertwined the strips of cloth hanging off of the sai in between her fingers. Raphael quickly swallowed his pride in the heat of the moment, uncrossing his arms, leaving his heart vulnerable to harms way.
“I miss you too.” He whispered. She looked at him, and their eyes finally met. An undeniable electricity danced in between them, before fizzing out as they looked away.
“Well you seem like you’re doing good.” She said calmly but a twang of pain in her voice gave her away. Raphael almost laughed. He was anything but good.
“Yeah,” he chuckled. “Good.” She slumped her shoulders forward. She didn’t know what she had expected coming here but she now felt defeated. “Am I ‘sposed ta be torn up on the floor cryin’?” He asked as anger rose in his chest.
“Raph that’s not what I meant-”
“Nah what’re you, too good for me?” She saw the anger began to take over him but that didn’t stop anger from invading her own body.
“Why do you always have to take it there raphael?” She rose her voice, failing to hold her emotions back.
“Sorry I’m not falling apart without you.” He waved his hands mockingly in he air.
“Well I am!” She yelled, casting a silence that echoed through out the room. Raphael didn’t know what to say. Didn’t she want to break up? Wasn’t it her idea in the first place? The way she stood before him now made those things seem to not matter. He wanted to comfort her, to wrap her in his arms and paint her toenails because it always made her feel better when he did. But he stood rigidly in place.
“And you don’t think I am?” She could hear him cracking his knuckles nervously. Raphael felt anger making its home in his chest, he clenched his fists at his sides, straining his knuckles until they turned a light green. He barreled towards her, “I tried to ignore it,” he breathed steadily, controlling the approaching explosion. “I tried to sweat it out,” he explained. “But your voice plays on repeat in my head like a song.” He yelled, burying his face in his hands. “I know I can’t ask you to give up your life for me but-” he stopped. “I just… don’t know what to do.“ He whispered, baring his soul for what felt like the world. She glanced down, tears welled in her eyes at the thought of permanently leaving Raphael behind. He saw a flash of something familiar in her eyes, before tears streamed down her cheeks. He shook his head clear of impossible scenarios, and remorse once again blanketed his golden eyes, quickly covered by anger. He was angry that she had to leave, he was angry that he was sad, he was angry at the world, and he had no one to blame but himself. He sat on his bed, brooding, unwilling to direct his insatiable anger towards her. She looked at Raphael hunched over, frustrated as hell, yet she knew his hands could evoke the most tender of touches. She hyped herself up before adrenaline began rushing through her veins,
“I’ll take a year off.” She proposed. Raphael looked at her questioningly. She couldn’t be saying what he thought she was.
“What?” He stood up and approached her.
“I can take a year off of college,” she paused, her mind was thinking to fast for her grasp any real thoughts except that she loved him. Son of a bitch, she thought, I love him. “I think we have something here, and I think we shouldn’t throw that away.” She bit her lip nervously and her toes curled up. “But there’s something I need to know first.” She trailed off. She couldn’t stop now, no matter how scary her words seemed to be. “I want to know,” she paused and forced herself to look into his eyes. “If you love me.” She couldn’t put her life on hold for something that wouldn’t work out, she needed to know he was serious. Raphaels eyes glistened trying to grapple with the fact that someone cared about him enough to put everything else on pause. His mouth was suddenly dry, and he could hear a loud thumping in his ears, but he convinced himself to say the words he hadn’t had the guts to say before.
“I do,” he said. “I love you.” He watched her brown eyes light up at his words, astonished that she seemed so genuine. He expected this to be a cruel joke, that she would laugh at him for thinking that anyone could actually love him and break the spell at any moment.
“I love you Raphael.” She declared. He walked towards her and she ran into his arms without another thought, catching him off guard. He quickly enveloped her and breathed a sigh of relief that she was finally in his arms again. She felt his heart thump at an alarming pace against her ear. [Y/N] suddenly longed to look into his face, to see the raw emotion he buried so deeply. Raph watched her pull her head away from his chest and his heart hitched in his throat. She saw something glisten in those golden pools of honey that gave her the courage to kiss him. She pushed her face against his, the roughness of his lips a jarring contrast to her plush ones. She couldn’t get enough of him, after three days of not seeing him, not even being able to talk to him, made her truly cherish the closeness. Raphaels scales tingled under the gentleness of her touch, it was more exhilarating then beating the living daylights out of a thousand foot soldiers.

The memories that hurt-Justin bieber imagine(mature)

Justin leaves Y/N due to his career. Y/N misses him.

He was gone for about 1 month now. When he left me, the first week was like hell, my mind fell deep into the pits of the devils. Still to this day, I still sometimes feel the memories at the back of head, continuing to bang against the door, wanting to appear in my life again as if it was wanting to destroy any self control i had left. 

Laying here right now, alone and silently made my head begin to spin a thousand miles per second. The feeling of his warm body beside mine whenever I woke up along his soft tender kisses against my face as he always loved to tickle me with. I missed his playfulness, his high raspy laugh whenever I cracked a joke and the way we could say whatever we wanted with each other. I missed the lazy moments we spent together, us being lazy after our many sex session as we laid in bed until 12pm. But want I missed most after 1 month without him was his touch, so tender and memorable making me remember every detail as clear as if it was replayed on TV over and over again. 

The way his lips kissed my body, the way they made me fall apart instantly, making my body whither against his affection. His mouth feeling so amazing and pleasurable as they touch my inner thighs ever so lightly. I unknowingly bring my fingers under the white thick blankets and graze them ever so slightly above the thin material of my panties. Loving the feeling, I continue my the self torture. I shiver as the touch now feeling so foreign to me begin to bubble up in my lower stomach as I continue to rub myself. My mind begins to travel back in time, the times when he could make me lose my mind with his finger just rubbing against my core. I moan out his name, whining for his thick fingers to penetrate me. 

“More,” I whine out to him desperately. I close my eyes softly and start to imagine his fingers pleasuring me instead. I quickly push my panties to the side, just enough or my to stick a single finger in. I groan out instantly, loving the feeling of my finger against my tight walls. Even though I hadn’t seen him for a month, the feeling instantly brought me back to all the times he would plunge his fingers into me, always bringing me to my orgasm within a few minutes. I continue to stimulate myself to my high, pushing my finger into my core not stopping until I feel my well deserved high. I lift my hips of the bed, clutching onto the bedsheets as I let go. I open my watery eyes, tears beginning to slide down my eyes. I began to let out my muffled cries as I turn my body and clutch myself to his large t shirt I was wearing. 

“Y/N?” a familiar voice travels from outside my bedroom. I instantly open my eyes. 

“Hey,” he greets me softly with a warm smile as he steps into my room. I open to see him looking back at me with wide eyes. He looked healthy and happy as he stands there at the end of my bed. With a large black hoodie and shorts on with his hands tucked in as he stood there staring at me. 

“Uh, I came to collect the rest of my stuff,” He says gently as he begins to kneel down to collect his belongings. I wipe my tears pathetically with the back of my hand. I was stupid enough think he would come back for me, for us, for our relationship. I feel more tears at the back of my eyes, threatening to fall any second. I sit up quickly, bringing my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around my knees. 

“Are you ok?” He gently asks me, his voice sounding concerned. He steps closer until he is standing right next to me, his body so close to mine as he looks down at me. I glance up at him before looking down at my knees again. 

“Yea-h” I finally say as I look up to meet his eyes again. My voice unstable and broke like my glass in a million pieces against my rough throat, cutting deeply into it. 

“Only cause we broke up, doesn’t mean I dont care about you Y/N.” he says seriously before sitting down on my bed. I turn my head away from his gaze as the tears suddenly poured out. I rushed my hands up to cover up my mistake. He suddenly takes me by my wrists and pulls back to face him. He stares at my crying face, makeup ruined and black as it runs down my cheeks. 

“Hey hey hey, don’t cry,” He says in a soft tone, hoping to calm me down. My emotions began to pour out my me, unable to hold them in any longer. Although I felt many emotions bulit up inside of me but with his soft voice and comfort he was showing me right now, I spit out my undeniable love for him. 

“I miss you,” I whisper in a cracked voice, my mouth dry as I continue to whimper. I was never the type to be the first to admit anything but with his touch so tender and warm against me, it made me feel weak and lost without him. Wanting him closer to me, I needily kiss me. His lips, soft and tender, responding to mine perfectly. 

“Justi-n” I beg breathlessly. I slightly pull away from him, not to far to miss his body heat but just enough to look into at his face. 

“Make me forget,” I whisper desperately before grabbing him by his thick hoodie and pulling him onto the bed. He hovers above me, his intense eyes on me. The stare he gave me made me tingle in heat, giving me motivation to please him more. I climb on top of his body, his legs in between mine as I support my body with my knees and quickly remove the large tshirt over my head. With my body exposed and his intense stare, it didn’t make me shy like usual but instead me confident. I glance down at him to see him looking right back at me, his eyes racking over exposed skin. 

He looked like he was desperate as I was for him. I desperately hoped he needed this as much as I did, that he still loved me as much as i loved him. 

I begin to stradle him as he sits up, the hardness in his pants obviously evident as i feel it against my clothed core. I quickly began to take my panties off, wanting to feel him already against me. I struggle, my legs getting in the way, my hands not cooperating. I pant heavily, desperation dripping off my voice. He sees me struggling and decides to help me out. He pushes me back onto the bed, my head falling into the white thick blankets. My hair making a mess, slighty covering my eyes. He easily slips my thin panties off down my legs, my dripping core bare for his eyes. He leans down on his knees, his face directly in front of my heat. 

“You smell so good, so wet,” He whispers deeply, his voice almost taunting me. He quickly dives in, his mouth lapping over my core, jucies covering his pink lips and it begins to drip down his chin. 

“So delicious,” he pulls away as he swipes his tongue around the his bottom and upper lip, “God i miss this taste.” 

I see him stare back into my eyes, not missing my reaction as he leans in, back to his meal. I feel his tounge licking up, eating me out so deeply, making my lower stomach tighten. 

“Oh my go-d” I whine out, unable to hold the pleasure in any longer. I open my mouth slighty, panting breathlessy as I look down at him with lazy eyes. 

“You like that baby?” he taunts me, eyes peering right at mine. Too focused on the pleasure he’s giving me I whine out as a repsone. He suddenly grips the back of my ankles roughly, pushing them until they hit the back of thighs, the cool air instantly hitting my core, making me gasp at the feeling. He leans down, insteading of contiuing to finsihing my near orgasm, he starts to kiss the inside of my thighs. The juices that leaked down my thighs, he begins to lick it up, feeling his heaving breathing against my core. I whine out desperately, wanting his lips on my again. 

“Mhmm, what do you want baby?” He asks in a teasing voice. I thrust my hips up, hoping to get his attention back to my heat. He uses his strong strength and pushes me back onto the bed. 

“Answer me Y/N,” he says roughly, his voice deep. My mind begins to spin, the pleasure so intense making me into a desperate mess. 

“Fuck me,” I spit out uncontrollably, “please.” 

My voice in a whiney voice, wanting nothing but for him to take me to my high like he always did. The feeling he bought me in seconds, the feeling that made my legs weak, the feeling that made my head spin out of control. He stares at me, eyes shades deeper than before. 

“Fuck this,” he breathes heavily, “I need you so bad Y/N.” 

He kneels back up, ripping off his thick hoodie over his head, revealing his toned chest, with his structured body i missed so much. He didn’t even wear anything underneath his jumper I instantly hope he didn’t wear anything underneath his shorts either. I continue to stare at his shorts, his bulge obvious standing out, I reach out and roughly feel him. He felt so hard and ready, I greedily yank his shorts down, along with his boxers, reveling his hard shaft, glistening down with liquid at the tip. I harshly run my finger along it, his member instantly twitching at my touch. He chucks his hoodie off his arms and onto the ground before returning back to me, to see his shorts off.

“So impatient, what’s gotten into you Y/N?” he teases me with a smirk.

He seems to be his old self again, making it seem like nothing even happened between us. I grip his shaft a bit harder, tugging into it and bringing my mouth to taste him. I wrap my lips around him, missing his thickness between my mouth. 

“Mhmm,” I mumble against him, the vibrations making him release a deep groan. I continue to suck on him, determine to bring him to his high, to have him shaking above me. 

“Stop Y/N, “ he breathes out. He pulls away from me. I look up at him in confusion. 

“I won’t last any longer and I want to make you feel good today.” He speaks, reminding me this was only a one night stand. I quickly wrap my legs around his torso, pushing his body into me, his shaft rubbing against my core. “Justi-n,” I whine, wanting him to penerate me already. He was desperate for me as I was for him. Nothing had changed, we both needed each other as if we were still together right now. He plunges into me, his thick shaft streching my tight walls making me wail out in pain. Without any thing inside of me for so long, feeling him inside so big and thick, making me wail out in pain. 

“So tight,” he groans out, “god i missed the feeling of you.” 

“Me too,” I moan out for him. He suddenly dives into me faster, never missing a second, his shaft drilling into me in a inhumanely pace. I feel myself coming close to my high, I clench around his shaft, feeling the fullness of him inside of me, restricting me from clenching my core. I let go, my orgasming washing over my body as I raise my body off the bed. 

Not a second later, his thrusts began to come sloppy. I feel him let go inside of me, a deep growl escaping his lips. He looked so amazing as he let go, this was a sight it’ll miss. I pull his face into a depserate his, my breath heavy agaisnt his, our deep breaths mixing against each others face. I close my eyes, kissing him one last time.