cries i have so many drawings that are half done still to be done

Misunderstood.

Spencer Reid x Reader

contains angst + a tiny bit of fluff at the end.

hey guys. so, orignally i wrote this for myself because it’s taken from a personal place but i decided to share it, and i used y/n because i thought it’d be more enjoyable for you guys to read if it’s reid x reader ahaha. sorry if this is all over the place. it’s kinda based off of Won’t Go Home Without You by Maroon 5. (the song, not the video!)

Okay! update i really like this and decided to use it for Hannah’s Classic Criminal Minds Quote Challenge. @hanny-bananny

“Don’t make me smack you in front of all these people.”

Originally posted by toyboxboy

Spencer stared blankly at his front door, the door that she’d just walked out of and shut lightly behind her. There was no fight or misunderstanding that lead to their break up, Y/n just decided she didn’t want him anymore and left. She left him like it didn’t matter, like they were never in love, like her feelings were never real. But that was the problem— they were the realest emotions she’d ever felt for anyone. And in the end, it did more harm to her than good.

She couldn’t let herself be happy with anyone. When she felt herself start to fall deeper in love with a partner, she’d sabotage and ruin it before it ever began. It was as if there was an invisible limit she had where she’d hit it and think, ‘okay, it’s over now.’ And by the time her heart could process what her mind was making her do, she’d find herself alone again.

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Promptio Werewolf AU Part Seven

Here ya go, guys. The beginning of the end. I warned you it was coming, and, well. Yeah. It happened. 

I want to apologize in advance because the last section of this is going to be part of my release for Promptio Week (specifically for Day One: in the dark/in the light). Meaning about a month from now. Sorry!! *sweats* But I will be putting the whole thing up on AO3 once it’s done, so there’s that! 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 (under the cut)

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Nova vs Chapter 18: This is how we do it

Hello everyone, Mr.E here and back! Thank you for everyone who likes, comments and reblogs this story. it means a lot to me

i want to apologize to those who were waiting for this. I took a month off because in all these nearly 2 years of writing (holy snap that’s next month) and the random bouts were i didn’t post, I never actually took a break. but I’m back, refreshed and ready to keep stories for you amazing people.

Here it is, the finale of the current arc thought of by my good friend @marionette-j2x who was kind enough to let me borrow her ocs *Jelina, Mary and Berry with their lord Kim* and let me write out the arc idea she came up with and a special @thefandombytes who helped me with some translations. thanks buddy, I greatly appreciate it! 

This is not the story finale so no worries, there’s still some more nova on the way. Well I am going to simply let the show get on the road cuz I know a few of you waited a long time for this so here we go.

also here’s the link to the ff page in case you want read this from the beginning or stumble upon this randomly https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11773524/1/Nova-Butterfly-vs-the-Forces-of-Adolescence

Notification Squad 

@hipster-rapunzel @isolated-frequencies @artgirllullaby 

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MadaTobi Soulmate Drabble

Soulmate AU where whenever you lose something, your soulmate winds up finding it.

from (x)

Ever since he was little, Madara would find odd bits and bobs nudged amidst all of his things – crayons in his pocket, pacifiers in his drawers, socks under couches, and even a tiny knitted beany in his little brother’s house slippers once. It’s very annoying. It clutters his room and he’s always being told off by his parents for it.

Then came the drawings. Sometimes crumpled, sometimes not.  Over the years, it grew from illegible, grainy scrawling to clumsy shapes and bendy forms that took less, and less stretching of his imagination to determine as hiragana characters.

My name is Senju Tobirama, one of it reads.

Paranoia coils in him. Soulmate or not, the thought of a stranger stumbling upon his belongings, his personal, informative, belongings is enough to make anyone holler out stranger danger. This soulmate mumbo jumbo is weird.

Strangely enough, that’s how he meets his best friend, through the strange mumbo jumbo.

“I’m supposed to be showing my little brother around school today,” bawls the boy with the bowl cut while latching himself on Madara’s arm, all big eyes brimming with tears, and snot running down his nose. “It’s his first day and I can’t find him anywhere! He must be so scared! Will you help me look for him?”

Considering it’s Madara’s first exposure to comforting a fellow seven-year-old that’s crying his eyes out, Madara himself feels a little lost. His panicking eyes flick around them for help, but all the other children have quickly vanished into air as if they were the ninjas they routinely pretend to be. Oddly, he feels betrayed.

Whenever Izuna cries, it’s because he either wants attention or food. Ransacking through his lunchbox, Madara grabs one of his onigiri, and shoves it into the crying boy’s hands. He takes a deep breath, and huffs out his next statement with enough annoyance to drown out his panic, “Will you stop crying?”

There, food and attention. He should stop his crying any minute now.

But much to Madara’s despair, the boy threatens to swell up with tears again. “But he’s alone,” the boy whines, “and he’s so small and everything’s new to him and I need to find him because he could be getting bullied right now–”

“I’ll help you look for him, okay?” Despite holding the onigiri, the shrivelling boy still has one arm clinching Madara’s own. Madara tries (and fails) to shake the crying limpet away. “I’ll help you look for your baby brother. Stop crying already. He couldn’t have gone far, he’s like five.

As if the magic words were a box of tissues, all tears dry up, and the boy glows. “Okay then, let’s go!” He jumps up and drags Madara with him, snacking on his onigiri in a way that makes Madara feel like he’s been played. “Let’s go find Tobirama!”

Madara stumbles over his own foot. His lunchbox almost falls out of his hands. “Tobirama,” Madara squeaks in a high voice.

His new friend, he finds out, is Senju Hashirama. Oldest of four siblings, like him, and really likes to talk about everything and nothing at once. Tobirama is the second oldest. He’s a bit of a smarty pants, according to his brother, so the dangers of meeting someone who might bully him is definitely a substantial one. Hashirama cheerfully informs him that he has to help beat up the bullies, as part of the agreement of their newfound friendship.

It feels like getting carried away in a Hashirama-shaped tidal wave. Madara ends up not minding it. There’s a tugging in his belly, pulling him towards the library. Flutters of excitement are running up his arm at the thought of meeting his soulmate.

When they do find him, his little body is curled up on one of the beanbags, absorbed in book that’s got to be way too advanced for a five-year old to read. Tobirama peers up from his book at Hashirama’s joyous exclamations. He eyes his older brother like a particularly unpleasant fur ball he’d just hacked up, the expression as prickly as his white hair, and dodges his older brother’s hug with an expert shuffle off his bean bag.

Then and there, Madara knows that he’ll grow to like his soulmate, just as he knows how Tobirama losing Hashirama on his first day of school was definitely not an accident.

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And Tomorrow, Too

(part two of TONIGHT YOU’RE MINE)

pairing: jikook
length: one shot, 4K words - second part to ‘tonight you’re mine’
genre: fluff, non au
rating: pg-13
warnings: mild swearing, too much fluff you might die. i haven’t proofread so ignore errors for now please~

summary: “tonight you’re mine, and tomorrow, too.” last night, jungkook and jimin became more than just friends. today, more-than-friends is the best thing they could ever ask for. 

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Ride With the Moon In the Dead of Night

               Phil hurried through the crowded street, nudging aside other life forms with muttered apologies. He wanted to get in and out of the shops quickly, okay? Already, Phil was carting around several bags of miscellaneous materials; Rhododendron Petals, Bottled Spiders’ Legs (no spiders were harmed in the making of this product, the label assured), a few jars of Frankincense, Frog Saliva, a small bag of Lion Fur, the list went on and on. He had a lot of jobs this time a year, and those jobs required a lot of ingredients. And of course, Phil still had to cleanse his own home before next Saturday, so he should probably grab a few things for that, too.

               Phil breathed a sigh of relief as he finally bustled his way into his favorite shop in the plaza: The Doctor’s Order. The best potion shop in London, in Phil’s humble opinion. Phil darted around the shop, quickly loading a basket with even more ingredients and supplies, mumbling quietly under his breath as he went. Nightshade, Jerusalem Cherries, Yew Seeds, a carefully-wrapped, clear container of Poison Ivy. Finally, Phil had everything he needed. Well. Almost everything.

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anonymous asked:

Ok so, I have asked for this multiple times on diff blogs like this for diff ships and my prompt has never been filled, y'all are my last hope... Basically Steve is insatiable during his heat and Bucky needs a break so Steve tied down to a sybian with multiple diff settings and turning into a drooling whining mess while Bucky goes about his business (maybe it's mobile so Bucky can always see his doll going fucking crazy)

I’ve got you, friend!!

So sorry for the wait, everyone. Hope it’s worth it! -Jenna

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Rivamika Week, Day 4: No Time for Subtlety (NSFW)

Day 4 Prompt: Sweet
Rating: M
Word Count: 3,568 words
Read These First: The Subtle Approach Part One, Part Two, Part Three
Summary: Mikasa and Levi have finally admitted their feelings for one another, but the Survey Corps’ demanding schedule doesn’t leave much time for them to spend alone.


They have danced around each other for so long, it feels silly to Levi to stop now. He has always appreciated the beauty of waiting, of letting things unfurl in their own time, whether it is part of a plan of attack or the simple pleasure of steeping a cup of smoky black tea poached from the gentry’s stores. Or like this thing that is happening, this mutual attraction hovering between himself and Mikasa.

They have kissed twice now, once in his room on Valentine’s Day and once out on an expedition when she woke up in the middle of the night to find him watching the dying fire, pressing his thumb against the flat shiny surface of his blade so he would have something to polish away. She crept out into the woods to relieve herself, squatting behind a thick-trunked fir.

“Mikasa,” Levi whispered as she walked back to her spread cloak on the ground, not moving from his spot before the fire. “Come here.”

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Fuchsia Sails

Notes: Request from m-lim10.  Luffy, Ace, and Sabo raise hell when they finally meet.  (Alt. title: Where the Hell Are the Straightjackets?)


Ace groaned as his Den Den Mushi rang for the fifth time that minute.  The repeated badabadabadabada had long since passed the point of being a minor nuisance and Ace was considering throwing the thing into the back of Striker.

But he couldn’t do that, because then Marco would lecture him, and Ace hated it when Marco did that.  The older man got all overprotective, and obnoxious, and caring, and stupid—

Ace pinched the bridge of his nose.  Make up your damn mind, you idiot.

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Title: Travelling With The Uchihas

Summary: This is going to be a series I write about the adventures of Sasuke and Sakura (more like the fluff and smut between them) as they travel together around the world.

Word Count:  3,197

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.

Rating: K


Uchiha Sasuke thought he was imagining things. As he was wandering around the new, small town he had come across, he kept sensing an awfully familiar chakra. A chakra pulse he was sure could not be anywhere near him, but resided peacefully within his home village - Konoha. His senses were usually sharp, making very few mistakes, yet for the last hour he had the odd feeling that this all too familiar chakra was lurking around, following his every step. He was hoping his journey of atonement wasn’t finally making him lose his mind.

Nodding politely at the old woman who had acknowledged his presence in front of the herb shop, he entered to replenish his supplies. In the year he had been back to Konoha after the war, Sakura had helped him learn the use of a few simple medicinal plants in case he ever found himself in a situation where he had to fend for himself with nothing but mother nature on his side. He smiled fondly at the memory. The little crease between Sakura’s eyebrows as she was trying to pick out the best things to teach him was a precious memory to him still.

And it was amplified by the sensation that she was so close she might as well be breathing down his neck. Briefly, he acknowledged it might be his homesickness affecting him this much. He’d sometimes imagine hearing Naruto’s obnoxious laughter, or Kakashi’s never-ending stream of excuses for being late. Or the sight of pink locks flowing in the wind, seen from the corner of his eye, disappearing as soon as he tried to lay eyes on her.

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4

Incomplete
Based on the Trajectory of Laughter by PKSamurai or @apodays on here

ㅤ❝Empty spaces fill me up with hopes
Distant faces with no place left to go
Without you within me I can’t find no rest
Where I’m going is anybody’s guess

I tried to go on like I never knew you
I’m awake but my world is half asleep
I’d pray for his heart to be unbroken
But without you all I’m going to be is
Incomplete

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$1 story - A is for aphrodisiacs

For @swampygreenie I’m sorry this took so long!!

NSFW


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‘Eat this.’


Zhengxi looked at Jian Yi’s open hand.


‘No.’

‘Why?’

‘Because it’s gross.’


‘It’s a delicacy!’


‘Then you eat it.’


Jian Yi tilted his head back, swallowing the oyster as it slid from its shell and reaching for another one.


‘Your turn.’


‘No.’


‘I did it!’


‘I saw.’


‘So it’s your turn!’


‘I never agreed to those terms.’


Jian Yi frowned, reaching behind him again.


‘Ok. Eat this.’


‘That is also gross.’


‘I’ll do it first!’


‘Please don’t.’


‘Why are you being difficult?’


‘Why are you trying to feed me gross shit.’


With a deep sigh, he turned around again and shoved something new in Zhengxi’s face.


‘What is that?’


‘What does it look like?’


‘It looks like a fig, but I feel like it might actually be another aquatic creature.’


‘It’s just a fig, I swear.’


He looked at Jian Yi hesitantly but let him push it between his lips.


Jian Yi smiled that tiny smile that came from getting his way.


‘Now this.’


‘What are those?’


‘Pine nuts.’


‘What am I getting from this?’


‘A blowjob.


‘…When?’


‘When you’ve eaten enough of this weird shit.’


He sighed, eating a few pine nuts


Jian Yi pulled out a banana.


‘Oh, come on…’


He peeled the banana half way.


‘You just want to watch me eat a banana.’


‘That is a plus.’


Jian Yi leaned in.


‘Just lick it.’


Zhengxi laughed and turned his face away.


‘Oh come on, just the tip.’


‘You first.’


Jian Yi smirked, peeling it further.


He licked the banana from peel to tip, closing his eyes and groaning obscenely.


Zhengxi made a small sound of distress.


Jian Yi giggled and held it out again.


Zhengxi took a small bite. His face was red, his breathing slightly labored.


‘Are we almost done here?’


‘Just a few more.’


Zhengxi groaned.


Jian Yi grabbed a strawberry from the plate.


Zhengxi met him in the middle this time, biting into it.


Jian Yi wiped away the juice that had dripped down Zhengxi’s chin and licked it off his fingers.


Zhengxi bit his lip and swallowed hard.


‘Baby, you are fucking killing me.’


‘Almost done.’


Jian Yi poured honey into a spoon.


Zhengxi leaned in, mouth open.


‘And while I love that you’re so quick to open your mouth for me…’


He got on his knees, licked the honey from the spoon, gripped Zhengxi’s chin to keep him still, and slowly licked his lips.


His sounds of desperation were always so beautiful.


Zhengxi pulled Jian Yi into his lap, kissing him deeply and sucking the honey from his tongue.


His hands shook as he pulled Jian Yi’s shirt over his head.


Jian Yi could feel his heart pounding where their chests were pressed together.


‘Just a bit more.’


He groaned.


‘Jian Yi, please…’


He grabbed the bottle of chocolate syrup.


‘I swear to Christ, if you pull out a glass of milk right now, am I going to FREAK out.’


To be continued.


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[just kidding]


[I really did almost leave the story there though]

He giggled, climbing off his lap and reclining back on his elbows.


Zhengxi bit his lip, his eyes glazed over, as Jian Yi poured some of the thick syrup into his own chest.


He barely had time to put the cap back in place before Zhengxi pushed his legs apart, propping himself up with one hand and using the other to hold Jian Yi still as he hungrily licked the chocolate from his chest.



When he was satisfied with the cleanliness he moved up to Jian Yi’s lips.


Jian Yi wrapped a leg around his waist and Zhengxi ground their hips together, moaning when their tongues touched.


Jian Yi reached between them to unbutton Zhengxi’s jeans as he sat up to pull his shirt over his head.


Pushing him backwards, he smiled.


‘One more thing.’


Zhengxi groaned and covered his eyes.


‘Jian Yi, you win! Your aphrodisiacs worked, ok? I can’t take any more.’


With a smile, Jian Yi shook the can of whipped cream and studied his blank canvas.


He drew a line from his collarbone to his pelvis, and leaned back to admire his handiwork before drawing circles around his nipples.


‘Oh, come on…’


He started from the bottom, licking the sweet cream from his hips, his stomach, his chest.


Zhengxi whimpered, fingers twisted in the sheets, toes curled.


Straddling his lap, he leaned down to slowly to clean Zhengxi’s chest with tongue.


One of the many things Zhengxi would never admit to, he loved having his nipples touched. Or licked. Or sucked.


Jian Yi had reveled in that, making sure he gave that to him as often as possible because Zhengxi would never ask for it.


He’d stopped fighting it.


Kissing the sweet stickiness away slowly; he gently kissed each one in turn before settling on one and sucking gently, reaching up to pinch the other roughly before mirroring the movement of his tongue with his fingertips.


Zhengxi tried desperately to stay quiet as he switched his hand and mouth.


‘Oh god, baby, please…’


He giggled and slowly worked his way down.


He pulled Zhengxi’s cock from his pants and he gasped.


He reached for the can of whipped cream.


A thick line from his balls and the tip of his cock.


He unbuttoned his own jeans to relieve just a little bit of the pressure before swiping his tongue from base to tip.


Zhengxi jolted and cried out when his tongue touched the underside of the head.


He’d never seen him so desperate.


Experimentally, he licked his lips and placed a gentle kiss just there before moving back down the shaft.


‘Jian Yi, p-please… I need to…’


He’d teased him enough tonight.


One more long, slow, lick and he took the head into his mouth.


He’d barely begun to use his tongue the way Zhengxi liked it when he came with a pained sob.


Jian Yi watched him as he came down.


He sat up, turning around to get off the bed.


‘I’ll be right-’


‘Jian Yi?’


‘Yeah?’


‘Can I have a kiss?’


He smiled, bending down to kiss him sweetly.


Before he had Time to process, Zhengxi yanked him on to the bed, hovering over him.


His face was still flushed, pupils dilated, cock already hard against his thigh.


‘Are you hungry?’

Empty

A/N: Writing challenge for @roxy-davenport (Sorry I’m so late it took me forever to write this and I’m sure it’s full of mistakes and bad english). I wanted to write it with Sam but… yeah I’m an ugly Dean girl forever. (And I still don’t know how to write happy story, please send help)

Prompt : I will never love you

Words: 4K

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: angst, abuse, languages, violent husband, fluff, fluffy smut, unprotected sex (please wear condoms)

Originally posted by deangifsdaily


The last time you had seen Sam and Dean Winchester was the night you decided to quit the life. You didn’t say goodbye, you just pretended going back at the motel tired from the hunt you had done. Maybe you should have said goodbye at least to Dean. You weren’t together but he spend most of his night next to you, limbs tangled with yours, you heart growing feelings you knew he would never return.

It wasn’t on an impulse that you left. You had dreamt about something more than just this life. Your passion for painting and drawing was overtaking your need to help the other. Without telling anyone, you had gotten into art school and intended to succeed and live your dream. No one would really miss you, that was what you thought as you left a note on your bed, walking to the door and turning back to the room like if it ever was yours.

So you forgot, for few years, never thought about your old life, it just seemed like a very far and blurry dream. Only karma never was on your side after you left. You never got to finish your art school, an “accident” took your talent away from you, crushing your hands and your dreams forever. So you had had to forget this life too.

It was a regular day, laundry day and you fought with the cast on your wrist to get things done. You closed the door of the washing machine heading next to the kitchen when you heard someone ringing the bell. You assumed it was your neighbor Rosie bringing you the recipe book she had promised you.  You checked in the mirror to see if your makeup hadn’t ran away, not wanting to add more to the neighborhood gossip. You opened the door, putting on your best smiled but lost it almost immediately when your eyes fell on the tall men.

“Y/N?” Sam said quietly but surprised. Your mouth became suddenly dry. They had got older, not that it was any bad but you felt older yourself. For few seconds nobody spoke, the surprise being too… surprising. They used to be like brothers to you, they used to know everything about you or almost and you used to know them like the back of your hand.

“Hi” you greeted hesitantly. You glanced and saw your neighbor Bill narrowing his eyes.

“It’s good to see you Y/N.” Sam said happily grinning but even if you wanted you couldn’t return his bright smile.

“Why-why are you here?” you demanded, your voice barely audible. Sam and Dean glanced at each other.

“You don’t know what’s going on here?” Dean asked skeptically, almost like you had done something bad. You naturally stepped away from him and your reaction made him frowned.

“No, I have no idea.” you apologized. Sam stepped closer, his natural kindness speaking softly.

“Three bodies had been found in the old house across the street. You sure you haven’t seen anything?” he questioned.

“No- I mean I knew some people were dead but- I didn’t see anything strange.” your gaze fell on the ground. Dean raised his eyebrows turning half of his body to his brother before turning back to you.

“You haven’t seen anything strange?” Dean repeated not believing you. You shook your head slightly.

“Maybe you have seen things without realising it?” Sam offered. “Can we maybe seat and talk?”

“Hum- I’d love to” you lied. “But I’m pretty busy… good luck with your case.” you attempted to smile and started to close the door but Dean’s hand fell on it.

“You sure you’re just not ignoring the problem?” The green eyes man asked again, his voice showing his annoyance.

“I’m sorry.” you avoided his gaze and waited for him to pull away his hand. He did and you eventually closed the door, your body slightly shaking. You slid against it and took deep breath to calm your anxiety. ‘He won’t know they were here’ you told yourself trying to calm down.’He won’t know.’

“What the hell man?” Sam almost shouted to his brother once they reached the Impala.

“What?” Dean asked rhetorically.“Y/N it’s right in front of a case and she doesn’t see any of what is going on here? I won’t believe any of those craps!”

“And? Even if she ignores the problem that doesn’t mean you have the right to be a jerk with her.” Dean clenched his jaws and Sam scoffed as his brother lack of reaction.

“Is that because you two were together and she left without a word?”

“We weren’t together.” Dean muttered.

“That’s why you spent  all your nights with her.”

“Shut up.” the older brother said starting the car glancing a last time at your house.


Dean parked again in front of your house straightening his jacket as he climbed out of the black Chevrolet. The case had been done faster than the brothers thought it would, just a good old and easy poltergeist. He walked down the driveway, glancing quickly at the flowers in your garden. Red roses were beautifully showing off their colours.

He remembered you liked drawing roses, you even drew once one on his forearm saying he should get a tattoo like this, just the outlines to keep his freckles visible. Dean smiled at the memory and how everything seemed different back then.

He rang the bell and moved his eyebrows, clearing his throat and mumbling a last time what he wanted to say. Eventually the door opened and he suddenly forgot what he was even here in the first place. You were wearing sunglasses but his eyes found the bruise hiding underneath, and he could guess some more on your collarbones.You closed your jacket to hide any inches of your skin you could.

“Hi” you said a little exasperated. “What do you want?”

“Are you okay?  What did you-”

“I fell climbing down the stairs” you said quickly. “I’m really clumsy sometimes”

“Who is it?” A man shouted from inside. You hesitated on what to say to your husband and unfortunately for you the words escaped your mouth before you could take them back.

“The FBI.” you bit your cheek hoping Nelson wouldn’t come at the door, avoiding Dean’s gaze again.

“The FBI?” You closed your eyes and as you felt him coming behind you, hand falling on the small of your back. You hated when he was touching you but you didn’t show any of your aversion.

“What do you want agent?” Your husband asked, Dean trying to understand what was your move there but decided to play along.

“Huh-just checking if everything was okay. Y/N here was a great help.” You closed your eyes, knowing that using your first name was a mistake. But Dean didn’t know it, it wasn’t his fault. You felt Nelson gripping onto your jacket.

“Did she? You didn’t tell me that honey.” his eyes showed his anger and every cells of your body shook with fear.

“I-I might have forgot” you chuckled slightly, knowing exactly why you were about to live after Dean would leave.

Once the door would be closed, your life would turn again into Hell for minutes, hours until the man that shared your life was done beating you up, saying things that made you feel more empty and pathetic that you already were. If he wasn’t doing worst. You knew you wouldn’t get out of your house for weeks, and if you could you would have cried and ran but your legs were like chained to invisible force.

“Well thanks for checking on my wife sir, now she needs to go and finish to cook dinner.” You nodded not looking at the wide eyes Dean had. Nelson pulled you into the house and closed the door.

Dean stayed in front of your house for few seconds, but he chose to just walk back to his car. He grabbed his phone and dialled Sam.

“Sammy, I think there’s something going on with Y/N.”

“What do you mean?” Dean opened the driver door and leaned to grab his gun in the gloves box.

“I think she’s married to a freaking abuser” he growled checking how many bullet he had in the charger.

“What? You’re sure?”

“ She has a cast, wore sunglasses inside… And how do you explain she’s covered in bruises uh?” Just as he finished his sentence Dean turned his head and saw through one of the window, Nelson yelling and gripping onto you too firmly, Dean thought.

“Shit!” Dean ran back to the door and slammed it opened. “Step away from her!!” He yelled and aimed the gun at Nelson. You were on your knees, cheek red and wet of all the tears. Nelson moved away raising his hands

“Dean just go away…” you pleaded, not wanted him to see you like this as you tried to stand up again. You used to be strong, but now you were nothing. Just a body with a mind that was half functioning.

“I don’t think so sweetheart.” Dean told you softly even if his voice was full with anger.

“You two know each other?” Your husband looked back and forth between the two of you. “You little slut you cheat on me!” Nelson motioned toward you and you naturally closed your eyes and placed your forearm in front of your head.

“Step away from her son of a bitch!!” Dean warned making Nelson backing off once more. You were sobbing not knowing what to do.

“Now you sit tight.” Dean ordered to Nelson pointing quickly the couch next to him before Dean approached you.“Sweetheart go grab some clothes, you’re coming with me.” Dean spoke more quietly.

“I-I..” You glanced to Nelson. You could broke free from him but you had spent so many years under his spell you didn’t know if you really had the strength to escape.

“Now Y/N.” Dean said and somehow you stood up and did as you were told. After all you had been such a good listener with Nelson and he had still beat you. So you did the same when Dean asked you to, you didn’t have a will on your own anymore. You packed quickly a bag and went downstairs by Dean’s side.

“If you’re leaving me Y/N I swear!” Nelson warned.

“What are you going to do? I’m the one who has a gun you moron!” Dean remarked. Nelson kept his eye on you and even this made you shaking.

“You’re going to regret this! If you step out of this door Y/N, please never come back! You won’t find anyone else to take care of you! I’m the only one that can love you and you miserable face!” Within a second Dean punched him in the his nose and he fell backward. “You know you can’t live without me Y/N…” Nelson mumbled as his nose was bleeding. “You can only love me and when you’ll realise it, it’ll be too late..”

“Come on Y/N, don’t listen to him, let’s go.” Dean wrapped his arm around your shoulders but you stopped feeling suddenly a little courage.

“I…I don’t want you to love me… I never loved you and I will never love you!” your voice was so weak you even wonder if you had spoken. But that was the truth. You wanted so much to be loved that you fell into the trap of a guy like Nelson. Without even returning his feelings.

Dean led you outside in his car and drove you away.

“You’re all right now Y/N, we’ll clean you up and then you’re going to stay with us as long as you want.” you nodded not really sure what you were doing. But who were you to decide of your own faith? This was the old you, now you were the one that just sit and listen.

“We have our own place now, we’ll find a room for you, you’ll be fine.” Dean said softly trying to reassure you.

“Can you stop the car?” you demanded quietly. Dean pulled on the side of the road and turned to you. You needed a moment to breath, for your brain to understand you were gone, the nightmare was over. Dean forefinger came under your chin and you jumped.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you… Can I take a look?” once your breathing was calm again you took your shades away.

Dean swallowed hard, seeing your left eye injected with blood, a purple/greenish bruise around it. Now that he could studied your face, he realised that you had probably your nose broken more than once. You had big chirurgical scars on your jaw and your forearm that weren’t in a cast.

“Did he do all of that?” you nodded.

“Even worst…” you whispered. Trusting Dean enough, you lifted your shirt and showed him your ribs, broken several times, cuts here and there. And then you turned your hands and Dean could see how badly your fingers had healed.

“Son of a bitch…” Dean murmured. “Why did you stay?” He asked after a long silence.

“He…he wasn’t like that at first… We were happy and then one day he started to tell me all those horrible things… It was my clothes, my shape, my drawings… nothing was good enough… and after few months he started- to beat me…” you closed your eyes. “I knew how to defend myself but he always came the next day with gifts saying how much he was sorry… At some point I think I convinced myself- or Nelson convinced me that was how love was supposed to be…”

“Y/N…I’m sorry…” Dean said softly, brushing your hair.

“Thank you for saving me…” you whispered tears rolling down your cheek. Dean wrapped gently his arms around you as you placed your head onto his shoulders He kissed your temple, holding you until your sobbed became quieter.


Few months later.

Moving into the bunker had been strange, really strange. Especially since you had met an angel, a real one and that he was living with Sam and Dean. Castiel healed you, physically, repairing years of beating, of punched in the faces, cut in your thighs and other things you wouldn’t talk about.  Things that you got nightmares of. Dean was always the one waking up and going to hold you until you would fall asleep again.

After a little while Cas decided he needed to speak for you, seeing you suffering in your dreams. He had been human shortly, but he remembered how awful it was.

So Cas had told Sam and Dean what he had seen in your head (not that he wanted to see but you were so shell-shocked, the images had appeared under Cas’ eyelids) all the pain, how low your self esteem was, how what you showed  and told Dean was nothing compared to your mind ravage. Sam used all his strength to stop his brother to go kill your husband. No, Sam told Dean he was more useful on your side, being there for you, and after an entire bottle drank, Dean was convinced of it to.

That night Dean didn’t leave when you cried in your dream, he stayed with you until morning, and the night after, and the night after. One day, he came back with a notebook and pencils, telling you “I miss seeing you drawing.” You had took a pencil hesitantly but when you saw you could still draw you had smiled widely, feeling a light coming back within yourself. The nightmares started to fade but Dean stayed every night, and every night you pulled him always closer to you.

You had wanted to repay Dean and Sam by helping with research, doing their laundry, teaching Castiel how to draw a little, cooking, simple things you could do for now. You knew it would take a while before you could find again the complete control of your life, but all of this helped. Being with the Winchester and the angel helped. Being with Dean helped.

You thought the flame in your heart was long gone but no. There was something about Dean that stayed inked into the meat of your heart. Though, the same thoughts than years ago were still there too, even worst. You could hear Nelson’s voice saying how Dean would never love you. Never.

Dean watched behind you as you were drawing, sat at the table in the library, using your pencils and some watercolours.

“Whatcha drawing?” you shrugged as he sat next to you.

“Something, I don’t know” he took a look at the skull, flowers and the dead snake you had drew in the middle. One parts of the snake was still intact but in some others your hand had defined the skeleton and flesh.

“That’s- hum…” Dean tried to find the good word to describe it.

“Strange.” you sighed.

“Strange but pretty.” Dean added and you grimaced.

“I haven’t done anything in so long and now all I can do is… this” you dropped your brush on the cloth and rubbed your face.

“Hey, what about huh- we go watch a movie or something?” Dean offered seeing you needed distraction.

“Sure.” you said defeated and went in Sam’s room. You sat onto the bed, leaving yourself melting into the matress, looking through the movies on Netflix. Dean walked in the room with a bowl full of popcorn and two beers.

“What do you want to watch?” you asked.

“Whatever you want sweetheart.” you had still to get used to this, having you own will, choosing things on your own.

“Okay.” you played a western movie, and grabbed some popcorn in your hand, snuggling into Dean’s side, his arm coming around you. That was nothing for him, just a friendly gesture but it made you feel better so you did as you wanted. Because you wanted be against him. You smiled slightly thinking how free you were now and how no one would ever made you pay for enjoying yourself.

“Y/N?” you turned your head to Dean and within a second his mouth was gently pressing on yours. You pulled away, surprised,  Dean watched your reaction, wondering if he hadn’t crossed a line. Your eyes fell down and your expression turned into sad and disappointed one.

“You don’t mean this.” you spoke quietly sitting up.

“Y/N I do-”

“No you don’t… I know it’s nothing to you.” you breathed out loudly. “I’m nothing to you but a friend.” Dean pulled you back against him and cupped your face delicately.

“You’re not Y/N… I’ve liked you for a long time.” your heart beat went suddenly so fast as he continued. “I… I love you for a long time and I’m sorry you’d been through all of that and I wasn’t there to protect you…”

“You love me?” you murmured as Dean’s thumbs brushed gently your face.

“I should have told you that years ago.” his kiss was then light and warm and you found yourself circling his neck as your lips moved together. His tongue slid against your bottom lips and after a little hesitation you opened your mouth. Nobody had kissed you that way in years, nobody had touched you the way he was doing since… Dean did. The movie was long forgotten as Dean softly pulled you against him, and then under him. 

Dean’s mouth was then along your jaws, gently grazing his teeth there, before coming onto your neck, your skin showing more goosebumps than it ever did. He stayed place by your side, not knowing how you would react if he did place himself between your legs. You shivered as you felt of his hand coming under your shirt, along your ribs. And suddenly you felt the panic rising inside you, you low self esteem saying you wouldn’t be good enough for him. You felt like you hadn’t had any experiment just because Nelson had stopped sleeping with you a long time ago.

“Dean” you called a little louder than intended. He lifted his head finding your eyes and realised that maybe it was too much.

“Sorry, I- if you don’t want that now, we can wait- I don’t want to force you.”

“No, no… I want it- I- I want you but- Can we go a little slower?” He nodded and you gripped his hair as you lost yourself once more into the taste of him and the way his light beard was burning slightly your skin. You let your mind remembered all of that, all the way he was doing it like he did few years ago and how everything felt good with him. You pushed him on his back finding his eyes, your hand taking his.

Sofly you made him touched your collarbones, his digits perfectly brushing skin. Dean’s eyes never left yours, making sure you were as comfortable as you should be. You slid his large palm between your breast reaching for your stomach. He drew invisible patterns above the thin material of your top giving you a tender kiss on your swollen lips.

You gripped his shirt and helped him out, both giggling as it was a tangle mess. You stopped laughing staring at him and his creamy skin before finally gripped at your own top.

“You’re beautiful” he whispered. You almost cried, no one never told you this words anymore. You guided his hand to unbuckle your belt. Dean was looking for any signs that could tell him he had to stop, but all he saw was the desire in your eyes, burning for him. You escaped from your jeans and he did the same, making you relaxing as he was in an equal position as yours.

“Can I touch you?” He demanded and you acquiesced after few seconds. Dean placed his hand on your stomach first, going gently to your ribs, edging under your bra before going down on your thighs, the calloused hand kindly brushing your skin.

A small moan came out of your mouth and he let a satisfied smiled curving his lips. “I want to make you feel good Y/N.” his mouth fell on yours again as he carefully approached his fingers from your wet heat. You closed your eyes as he reached your clitoris, feeling how wet he had made you through the silk panties.

Dean started to do circles on the small bundle of nerves creating a nice and and warm feeling down your core. He nuzzled his nose against your temple and you could hear his hard breathing as he tried to stay in control and not going too fast. One of your hand fell on his forearm and encouraged him to add a little more pressure. You fought to keep your eyes opened and looked at him doing, trying to brand your brain with Dean, only him.

“Deeeean” you quietly cried, your legs clenching and trembling. You weren’t in control anymore of your actions and it felt good for once, to leave someone else being in control, Dean being in control because you knew he wouldn’t hurt you.

“Come on, baby let go.” he told you softly and you did keeping your eyes as opened as possible just to see Dean biting on his lower lip as you reached your climax, waves of pleasures coming on and on for what felt hours. Your legs were numb and you realised you had forgotten how good an orgasm was. For a long minute you zoned out, feeling Dean trailing kissing on your neck and face, waiting for you to recover.

“Thanks” you said eventually coming back to yourself and kissed him lazily. “Please be- nice for you know…”

“I’ll be.” he sealed the promise with his mouth as he took away your panties and his underwear, precum shining on the tip of glorious length. Dean settled above you never leaving your eyes as he wanted to make sure what he was doing was leisurely done, not rushing any action. You felt the head of his cock at your entrance and without really wanted it you contracted your muscles there, fear suddenly flooding into your body.

“Y/N, you don’t have to.” he said worried as you realised you had closed your eyes. You found Dean looking worryingly at you, and your body relaxed a little.

“I- It’s just-I need a minute.” he nodded and caught your mouth with his, waiting to feel you melting under his weight. You pulled away softly and brushed his face. You knew you needed to this, because you wanted it, but also because you needed to take control of every single aspect of your life. And you wanted Dean.

“Can we try something else?”

“Whatever you want sweetheart.”

“Can I… Can I come on you?” Dean immediately fell on his back, his large and strong legs parting, waiting for you to climb on him. His hands fell on your hips as you straddle him, rubbing yourself against his cock before grabbing it and slowly pushing his length into you. Dean let you take the control, let you move lazily up and down, feeling he was stretching your walls, feeling it was making you feel good. Your heart pounded widely, as you cried softly Dean’s name. You leaned to kiss him once again losing yourself for a moment and at the same time you felt like yourself. Dean eventually started moving, maintaining an unhurried pace, his hands gripping on your waist as he felt you clenching around him, squeezing his long and thick dick into your perfect pussy.

“Fuck, you feel so good Y/N” Dean praised and he saw a shy smile on your face. He reached for your clitoris, and rubbed gently, until you were coming apart above him in a blissful moan. He followed you, falling from the edge, spilling his hot seed inside you, both of you a sweaty and hot mess as you rested your head against his chest.

“Thank you Dean…”

You felt asleep almost immediately, a peaceful sleep you hadn’t had in years and Dean hold you, letting himself closing his eyes knowing the darkness wouldn’t be as bad as it used to be.

Refracted

Notes: Loosely based on this post by sableu and anon because dammit I haven’t wrecked myself with ASL superfeels in too long.


“Mister!  Mister!  Hey, mister!”

Zoro smirked, glancing at Luffy as they strode through the small town’s streets.  “Hey, Captain.  You’ve got a follower.”

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Broken Promises (A Luke Hemmings Imagine)

Hi guys! So this is the very emotional imagine I’ve been talking about. Let me warn you ahead, it is very different from what I normally write. I guess I should put a trigger warning, but only because there is talk and mention of stuff like that. It is quite depressing and darker than I would usually write, but I figured it was a new thing to try out to shake things up a little bit! I really hope you guys enjoy! Let me know what you think! - Mikenna 

Storyline: Luke and Y/N are in a committed relationship, were at least before Luke left for his six month tour. Y/N has always been depressed and Luke knows that. Throughout the six months Y/N and Luke found themselves slowly losing it, before it came to the point of barely talking. Two months ago Luke came home, and it has been miserable and lonely since. Y/N’s found herself falling deeper into the darkness. Luke finds himself questioning what he could have done to fix this. Will the two of them be able to pick up the pieces? 

Requested: Yes. I had already begun it but someone requested for something along the same lines and I figured this would work.

Smut: No. 

Word count: 2,600+

Broken Promises

It was winter, and it was cold. It was the kind of night you’d expect the two lovers to be curled up together on the couch, legs intertwined as the fire burned in front of them. But instead she sat cross-legged on the kitchen floor, her fingers drawing over her skin aimlessly on the scars she had put there. It hadn’t always been so quiet. She had always been depressed, but he’d fallen in love with her anyhow and promised her of change. She was still waiting for that promise.

 He was sitting on the back porch, a lit cigarette between his chapped lips. It was crisp and cold, quiet and lonely. The way it had been for the past two months. They didn’t say much to each other, pretended as if they were just two people living together. He’d missed her. Oh how he’d missed her while he was half away around the world. He missed her still. He blamed himself for the distance between the two; leaving her in her fragile state, and though she promised she’d be fine, he was still waiting for that promise.

He had left her, and it had hurt the both of them. There were days where she had felt like she couldn’t go on. And there were days he had to be forced onto stage, mouthing words he knew all too well. She’d known the risks of falling for the awkward, talented boy she’d met two years ago in that small pub on that strange street, but when she turned to question it, it was too late. Her heart had been stolen away from her, and became his. He still remembered sitting bored, drinking to forget things that hurt him when the girl had walked into the bar, her cold eyes sweeping the place. He had called her an angel, and he fell under her wings.

 It was the major trip that had done this. Six months of separation. Phone calls and text messages had only gone so far before the both of them had started to lose it slowly. It wasn’t their fault. They were young. Twenty year olds in love weren’t meant to be pushed apart, it wasn’t fair. But they had agreed to it when they chose to love each other. The day he had arrived home had been important, special to the both of them as tears and ongoing hugs and kisses were shared. But that only lasted a few days or so. They had found a routine of awkward quietness and lonely living while they had been separated, and it had managed to creep it’s way up between them.

 He took one last inhale before putting out the cigarette and pushing his weight up off the steps. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he made his way into the warm home that had once seemed so lively.  He had decided today was the day. There was nothing he was going to let get between them anymore. He wouldn’t give up, no matter how hard it was to get her to let her walls down again. Walking to the kitchen he found her in her usual spot, staring aimlessly at the floor. Slouching to the ground he leaned against the wall, stretching his long legs out.

 She didn’t move. She didn’t want to. There was nothing she could think of to say so she continued to stare at the ground. The smell of winter air and cigarette hit her nose, and she flinched, craving for his arms.

 “Y/N.” The boy breathed. It was surreal to her to hear him say her name, it seemed so long since the last time he had. “What has happened to us? We used to be so in love.” He shuddered as the words slipped past his lips.

 “You went away.” She sighed, her voice already tinted with tears. “You went away when I was broken, and you had promised to fix me. You promised to help me. You didn’t. And I will never blame you for that. No one can fix that but me.”

 “But I should be there for you.” He trembled. “I am here for you. But you don’t seem to want to let me in.” His voice hushed to a whisper that only she could hear.

 “You know I do that. You know I protect myself.” She tried, her eyes tired from weeks of sleepless nights.

 “But from me? Y/N, you are my girlfriend. You shouldn’t feel the need to hide from me.” He gulped, looking straight forward, begging her to meet his eyes.

 “But I do!” She snapped, her anger rising to her cheeks with a rosy glow.

 The boy stared forward, mouth agape as he watched her.

 “You don’t mean that.” He stammered. “You know I’m here for you no matter what.”

 “How are you here for me when you’re halfway around the world!” She cried. “Luke, you made a promise to help and you didn’t.”

 “You think I didn’t try!” He screamed. “You think I haven’t given it my all to watch you be happy! That is what I want more than anything in the world, but I cannot help you, if you aren’t willing to try.”

 “I have tried so hard.” Her angry tears spilled onto her hot cheeks as she looked to him. “Do you have any idea how fucking hard it is to wake up in the morning and wish you hadn’t? Do you have any idea how miserable it makes me to see the one boy I truly love, torn down and soulless because of my mistakes? Luke. There are so many things I’m sorry for, so many things I wish I could redo. There is so much I’ve tried to do to make things work for us. But I’m so fucking sick of saying sorry when I’m the one collapsed on the ground.” She quaked, anger and pain present in her voice.

 They sat there in silence, both questioning where this was going to go. She hadn’t meant to yell. She hadn’t meant to hurt him, she never had. But she knew just being with her was hurting him. It was him who broke the silence as he moved towards her, sitting down next to her.

 “Show me your scars.” He requested, his eyes holding hers with a stare.

 “But… Why?” She stuttered, her lashes coated with ruined eye makeup and tears.

 “I want to see how many times you needed me and I wasn’t there.” He whispered, a tear rolling down his cheek.

 Her breath caught in her throat, but she obeyed. Slowly she dragged the soft material of her sweater down her wrist, revealing the faded lines along with the all too new ones. He gently took her arm into his large callused hands as his eyes danced along the marked skin. The tears fell from his eyes rapidly now and she watched as he brought her arm to his lips. He trailed kisses slowly down her arm; his tears wetting her arm every once in a while. Her tears had begun to flow as well, slowly as she watched him.

 “I am so sorry.” He breathed against her arm, his voice cracking. “I will never leave you again.”

 “I don’t want to make promises we can’t keep.” She whispered shivering as his lips applied pressure to the marks of hate on her skin.

 “I am keeping this one. I don’t care where in the hell they want me to go, you are coming with me. I will never leave you again. I am so sorry. I don’t ever want to hear you say sorry again. Please, never say sorry again.” He sobbed into her arm. She smiled through her tears as she lifted his face up to meet hers, trying to meet his eyes with hers. The piercing blue eyes circled in red met hers, searching sadly.

 “I never wanted to hurt you.” She assured, her hands finding their way around his neck.

 “And I never wanted to hurt you either. I am so lucky to have you. To think tha-that you could have taken your life while I was gone” his voice shook “scares the living hell out of me. I have no idea what I would do without you. I would be so lost.” He trembled.

 “Luke, it’s okay. I’m here.” She began as she tugged at the nape of his hair on the back of his neck.

 “It’s so far from being okay. I could’ve lost you Y/N. That is no where near okay.” He croaked, his throat sore from crying.

 She sat with her arms around his neck, looking into his eyes. There was sadness there, sadness that only she would notice.

 He sat there with his arms loosely gripping her sides staring directly back into her tear brimmed eyes. His eyes found the pain hidden there, that only he could recognize.

 “It’s okay to hurt. And it’s okay to open up to me. This is who you are. You know that, and I know that.” He nodded pulling her into his lap. Her eyes became full of tears again, and within seconds her face was pressed into his shoulder soaking it with sadness. “And I will spend the rest of my life, everyday making sure that you’re happy. I don’t care what it takes. I will do anything for your happiness my love. There is nothing in the world I could want more.” He added, wrapping his arms tightly around her frame.

 Soft sobs came from the both of them as they sat on the cold floor, rocking back and forth. Hers had become uncontrollable, pent up anger and pain after months of waiting, finally released and absorbed by him. His sobs were controlled, but loud still as he shook with her.

 “Everyday.” He whispered. “Everyday for the rest of my life. I will fix you, and I will help you find the happiness you deserve my angel.” He continued pressing his lips into her hair.

 She stiffened in his arms, the thoughts of him leaving her coming back to her like a tidal wave of painful daggers.

 He noticed and pulled her from his chest searching her eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but it was too late, she was up off of his lap and walking away from him, her anger bubbling beyond control.

 “Y/N! Where are you going?” He yelled panicked as the tall blonde boy scrambled to his feet pacing after her in long strides.

 “Luke, I always forget how brilliant you are at getting away with things. Especially when it comes to me.” She hissed, her eyes falling on his face.

 He stood staring at her shocked, the words slicing through him sharply like knives. Had he not just expressed how much she meant to him only minutes before? He wiped the hurt expression off his face before meeting her angry eyes with his soft ones.

 “Y/N, what is this about? We were fine. We are fine. Why are you so upset?” He questioned stepping closer to her.

 “Luke you still left me. You left me when you knew I wasn’t okay. I was in a dangerous state, and you left me alone to deal with it. You broke your promise.” She began shakily. “You didn’t put in the effort like you promised. You can’t use distance as an excuse! You were the one who told me no matter how far apart we were; you’d make it feel like you were lying right next to me! You can’t blame distance for the way we are now and the way you left me because you sure as hell could’ve patched this up and made things right!” She raged viciously.

 “Y/N… I would never try and use that as an excuse. I know I fucked up. I know. I fucked up big time, and I’ve regretted it everyday since I got on that bus and left you standing outside of the house with that smile that I knew so very well was fake.” He began, putting out his hands at his sides innocently.

 “So than Luke, tell me. Why’d you do it?” She hissed, her cheeks still flushed.

 “Because… because I thought that it was better that way.” He admitted, his eyes falling to the bedroom floor.

 “What?” Her brows furrowed in disbelief.

 “I can so clearly now see what I did was the wrong decision. But at the time, I thought I was the one making you that miserable. I figured if I left you at home for a while you would find someone else, fall in love. Someone who was better for you. Someone who could always be there for you. I knew with touring I wouldn’t be able to keep those promises so I left with the hopes that things would get better for you. But within the first two months I could tell they hadn’t. Then they kept getting worse. Then it got to the point we were barely talking. I didn’t know what to do, and when I got home two months ago, I didn’t put in an effort. I know I didn’t and I’m sorry for that. I regret the past eight months more than anything in the world and if I could go back and fix them I would. But I can’t. And I have to live with my poor decisions, and looking at them and seeing how much they affected you makes this that much harder.” He swallowed as he looked up to the girl, who’s expression was blank.  

 “I see. Well that’s definitely something to consider.” She sighed. “But that still doesn’t make it okay.” She added quickly.

 The both of them stood there, unsure of themselves at that point.

 She was still angry, her mind scrambling all over the place trying to comprehend what he had just said.

 He was scared. Scared to lose her over his stupid decisions that at the time seemed right. The silence was eerie to him, so he figured he might as well say something.

 “You know I love you, right?” He asked her, his eyes searching her face intently.

 She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, licking her lips as she nodded.

 “Yes Luke, I know.” She replied emotionlessly as she looked at him.

 He looked at her with wide eyes, wondering if she didn’t realized how much she meant to him. He took a step forward making sure not to break eye contact with her as frustration ran through his veins.

“No, I don’t think you do. I am in love with you. The kind of love that keeps my mind wandering till six in the morning with crazy thoughts, the kind of love that makes my chest go tight when I see you smile, the kind of love that makes me forget to breathe whenever you show up at one of my shows all dolled up, the kind of love that makes me look forward to coming home every day no matter where I might be to see you, the kind of love that gives me a stomach full of butterflies when I hear your name. The kind of love that makes an absolute shit day amazing, just from hearing your voice on the phone. I love you Y/N.” He burst out, hardly pausing to breathe.

 She looked at him with her mouth open as she tried to find her words, stunned.

 He stared nervously praying her silence was a good thing.

 “Luke, I knew what you meant.” She giggled.

 He turned bright red, realizing what she had said and that he had just made himself look foolish.

 She smiled as she made her way towards him and pushed him onto the edge of the bed, so he was sitting up. She stepped in-between his legs and smiled down at him.

 “You’re lucky you’re so cute.” She marveled. “I love you.”

 “I love you too.” He responded simply and sweetly.

 She brought her face to his and lowered her lips onto his, soft and lovingly.

 He kissed her back, wrapping his long arms around her waist.

First fill for the prompt meme: @amurderof asked me for “things you said that I wish you hadn’t” for Dorian/Bull over on twitter. Here you go. Impossible choices for all.

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What’s Broken, What’s Not
980 words, T, post-Trespasser

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On how many occasions have they parted? So many unrelenting mornings to traverse on the way from we to I. There has never been a way to soften it; no slow unravelling, for all that one must always pack and prepare and say the same words over and over again—how I’ll miss you—remember to listen when Stitches says rest—come here, kiss me once more. You have to go, obviously.

For all this: they are together, and then they are not.

On every parting, one finds oneself a little older. If one is lucky, only that.

This is what Dorian considers, awake too early on one such parting morning, sun striping the room without lending it warmth.

In some few hours, he will leap. Kiss the Bull once more. Say: I wish I might stay.

Be told: You have to go.

He will not know until he’s done it if this is the time the landing will break him.

Beside him, the Bull stirs; draws Dorian down to him with sleepy, warm hands.

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Fic: Fearlessly … and Forever (2/2) [COMPLETE]

Part II: and Forever

Summary: Sometimes it’s so easy, you don’t even realize what is happening until it has already happened.

A/N: Written for the Original Song rewatch that was this weekend. Writing early Klaine again was so much fun. This is really just a whole lot of fluff. The first part is set before OS, the second part afterwards.

Also available at the AO3

or read part I (Fearlessly) on tumblr

In retrospect, Blaine thinks he could have known sooner. Because now that he allows himself to feel it – that swooping sensation in his stomach every time he sees Kurt, that urge to always make him smile, to always have his attention, the way he’s drawn to him in a crowd, feeling the heat from his body like a magnetic pull – he doesn’t understand how he could ever have mistaken it for anything other than attraction, deep affection, love.

On the other hand, he thinks, he couldn’t possibly have known. Because what he feels for Kurt, wonderful, amazing, lovely, talented, beautiful Kurt, is unlike anything he’s ever felt before in his life. And he’s believed himself to be in love several times. The memories just make him smile now – what he had felt for any of his previous crushes pales in comparison to the emotion flooding his chest any time he even only hears Kurt’s name mentioned by someone else.

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anonymous asked:

Supercat, ♕. (Ideally, for the first time in public!) <3

Kara squints as another flurry of flashes attempts to blind her, the clicks of the cameras deafening until she can turn her hearing back down to a human level. The super hearing always creeps back in when she tenses her jaw, and right now she could snap steel bars with that tension alone. Her fingers grip the edge of the podium in the CatCo conference room, the bespoke podium only ever used for Cat when she sporadically addresses the media. The blue curtains behind Kara billow like her cape as doors open and close, the room descending further into chaos by the second. 

The edges of the podium crack under her grip, and Kara forces herself to let go. The yelling isn’t going to stop until she stops it, so she scans the crowd and finally alights on a friendly face. Friendly to her, anyway.

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anonymous asked:

Hii! Could you maybe write an arranged marriage something, please? Or not! I mean it's totally cool if you don't feel like it! Congrats on 1000 followers! You wrote my favourite X-men fic and are super awesome and should probably have like ten thousand of them! Hm yes ok bye

Thank you for the compliments, anon!! And for the prompt – arranged marriage is a trope I dearly love. Enjoy!

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It was the fate of any royal omega to marry politically. Erik knew that. Being sent to another country to live with and bear the children of a stranger was par for the course. His parents were neither unwise nor unfeeling enough to spend their children lightly; Erik’s marriage to the new king of Westchester would end a three-generation war, and that was worth his sacrifice, even if young King Charles were the worst husband imaginable. And truly that seemed unlikely; his first action as king had been to sue for peace, and in all negotiations he had proven intelligent, compassionate, forgiving and wise. Or so Erik’s parents had told him – he had not met the man yet himself. And would not, most likely, until the day of their wedding.

“Please make your peace with this, my son,” the Queen pleaded quietly, when Erik had finally consented to unlock his chamber door. “You know it is our best choice.”

“I do not wish to marry a Westerner,” he said through set teeth, not looking at her. “They have spilled too much of our blood.”

“But that is the very point, Erik. The bloodshed, the grudges and feuding, it must stop. We must become as precious to each other as family.”

She was right, he knew that. It was not in his nature to let go of anger easily, but all the same he knew the Westerners had committed no worse acts of war than his own people. It was easier, though, to blame his reluctance on the old feud than to tell his mother the truth.

It was his fate and his duty to marry where it would do Genosha the most good. But he had dreamed so differently once. And even ten years of suffering for that dream had not killed it.

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