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“Long Distance” ( Suga Smut)

Originally posted by nnochu

Title: Long Distance

Featuring: Suga (BTS) x Reader

POV: 2nd

Rating: NC-17 super smut, lots of dirty talk

Summary: Yoongi misses the sound of your voice.

Requested by anon!

“Are you sure you can stay on the phone? You won’t fall asleep?”

Yoongi being so far away was always like slow torture, and you weren’t sure if your nightly phone calls made it better or worse. Tonight he sounded extra lazy after a long day, but insisted on calling you anyhow.

“I’m sure; I just really wanted to hear your voice.”

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A dog person - Young!Sirius x Reader

Warnings : nope, maybe the GIF that personally makes me weak

Words : 2.8k

Request : yes

Note : it’s the imagine that I wrote a few days ago and that was deleted somehow, I’m sharing it again now. I know some people had the same request but anywayyyyy (thank you to the ppl who told me to post it again btw❣️). I just imagined a Patronus for Pettigrew, don’t mind it if it bothers you. I loved this request and got a bit carried away, it was just so damn cute.

Originally posted by bentbarnes

Even at Hogwarts everybody hated monday mornings, as they symbolized the end of the weekend, the return in class and especially, implied a lot of exhaustion. In fact, everybody except the 6th years, because to them Monday morning meant Defense Against the Dark Arts. Here you were, at your usual seat next to the wall on the first row. The classroom 3C had probably the biggest windows out of all the Turris Magnus, unfortunately you were too short to observe the view -everybody was- but you still tried to take a look everytime. You were on tip-toes, taking advantage of the fact that your teacher had not yet arrived to make another attempt.

« You know Y/N, I really enjoy the view you’re offering me when you stand up like this in front of me, but I think you should just sit down as our dear Professor is here. » whispered Sirius behind you. Your cheeks turner red as you did what he said, sighing in exasperation and trying to focus on the tall man standing in front of the class. Sirius knew his little seduction game made you feel a bit flustered and that was exactly why he liked doing it so much, he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable, he was only joking and you knew it. Out of the four Marauders, you spent most of your time with him or Remus, who actually introduced you to the others after meeting you at the library.

« Today I will try, and please notice that I said try, to teach you something that I know most of you have been waiting for. » said your teacher solanemly, holding his hands together behind his back. « The majority of witches and wizards are not able to produce it for it requires patience, concentration and determination. You probably guessed it already, I am talking about the Patronus charm, one of the most powerful defensive charms that exist.»

Immediatly, everybody started to whisper enthousiasticly to their neighbors, and even Lily who usually was the definition of the model student seemed hysteric. You smiled when you saw her, her dazzling hair flying in the air while she turned around towards the boys, already beginning to discuss on the shape their patronus would take. James had already managed to produce one and it was a deer just like his animagus. He could be turbulent, sometimes even insolent, but nobody could deny that he was an incredibly talented wizard just like Remus who was sitting next to him. Strangely, he stayed away from the general euphoria which spread in the class, playing almost nervously with his hands. You frowned, ready to ask him what was going on when your teacher knocked two times on the desk with his fists. The noises stopped and everybody looked at him once again.

« To produce a Patronus, it is necessary to concentrate on your most beautiful memory, and only this one. Find the memory that warms your heart the most and say clearly, wand in hand : expecto patronum. » Suddenly, a silver eagle flew from his hand and in the classroom. It was both beautiful and captivating. « This requires training, today we shall satisfy us with approaching the theoretical side of it and in the next class, I hope that you will be ready. Just know that it is difficult to obtain a corporeal patronus, and that its purpose is not to be beautiful, but to protect you from Dementors. Whether it is a rat, cat or lion, its power will be the same : the partonus is a shield, a messenger and a protector. »

He kept speaking during the whole following hour, adding that even if the animal shape the Patronus took did not define its strenght, it could mean something important for the wizard. Leaving the class everybody had only an idea in head : discover what their patronus was. The four boys, Lily and you had mutually decided to train together by the lake this afternoon. But right now you were going to eat, Sirius and James led the group speaking loudly and walking way too fast. Behind and standing by your side, Lily seemed to explain to Peter the details he had not understood. You left them silently to join Remus who walked at the back, alone, head low and dragging his feet. He raised his head when he saw you were waiting for him and turned the gentle smile you were giving him back to you. Interlacing your arm in his, you jumped at the opportunity to be alone with him to ask him what was wrong. Remus sighed, he seemed embarrassed and you strated to worry. He looked around to be sure no one was listening and then he bent a little towards you.

« I’m afraid my corporeal Patronus gives too much away, if you know what I mean. I already tried with James and it almost worked, and I swear I saw a long hairy tail before the light went off. » He whispered, biting his lip « With you guys it doesn’t matter, but if anyone else sees it… » He didn’t finish his sentence but you knew what he meant. Remus had always suffered because of his lycantropia, his parents and him had a nomadic life before he came to Hogwarts thanks to Dumbledore. Everytime someone started to be suspicious, they left and the little Remus never got to make friends. Even now that he had friends, really good ones, he was still afraid someone would found out. Taking his hand in yours, you squeezed it gently so he knew he wasn’t alone and you were here for him.

« We can practice alone another day if you want to be sure, you don’t have to do it today if you don’t want to. »

« I think that’s a good idea, thank you Y/N. »

Around 4pm, you sat in the green grass which lined the lake, between Sirius and Peter who seemed strangely concentrated into tearing away the petals of a flower one by one. You turned around towards Sirius who was already looking at you. You felt your cheeks burn a little when he did not look away which made him laugh, revealing his white teeth and his dimples.  He was a handsome young man, really, and you never knew if you just found him attracive or if it was something more. Anyway, you came back to reality when James showed up, back from his Quidditch session. A proud smile could be seen on his face as per usual, and it grew even bigger when a bunch of Gryffindor girls passing by stared at him like he was a piece of art, or a piece of meat. It always made Sirius giggle but Lily just rolled her eyes every single time.

« Did you mess your hair up on purpose again just so you can look like some Quidditch rock star ? » suggested Remus, looking quite amused. 

« You’ll be authorized to criticize my hair when your furry little problem will be solved, Moony chéri. » teased James, winking before he spoke again while turning around « Let’s get started folks, why don’t we let the Lilliputian try first. »

Eveybody laughed, James flirting with Lily was the funniest thing ever, especially when he came up with these strange nicknames but you had to admit that for once it wasn’t so bad. She stood up, pointing her wand towards him which caused him to slightly move to the side.

« In fact I’m two months older than you Potter, show me some respect. » Remus, Peter and Sirius giggled while James seemed outraged, but before he could come back with anything Lily exclaimed, her wand pointing to the sky « Expecto patronum ! »

You held your breath just like the others while slowly but very clearly, from the tip of her wand, a bright silvery light started to burst before fading out. She tried again multiple times with James giving her advices and finally, a tall and gracious doe was running in the air, following the rythm of Lily’s laugh. Her green eyes were wide opened, she seemed proud and happier than ever. You all applauded, Peter even took a bow.

« It’s strange, isn’t it ? Your patronus is a doe and Potter’s one is a deer. If it isn’t a sign, I don’t know what it is. » teased Sirius, winking to Lily. Her cheeks turned bright red before she exlaimed « Simple coincidence, that won’t make me go out with you any sooner Potter. »

Finally you formed little groups, James and Lily stayed together, Sirius was with Peter and Remus with you. This way, the others didn’t pay attention to the fact that Moony wasn’t really trying to practice and he was pleased about it. You tried to remember all the informations your teacher gave you this morning, and took a deep breath. You hoped it would work but as Lily said again and again, it was a difficult spell and it was normal if you didn’t succeed on your first tries. For what felt like an hour you persisted, repeating the two little words again and again, sometimes managing to produce a little shiny light at the end of your wand. But no animal, nothing. Frustrated you sighed noisily, which caught the attention of Remus, Sirius and Peter. The two others seemed too busy arguing about who-knows-what, and anyway they did not really need to practice anymore. Seeing your disappointment, Sirius smiled softly before suggesting to the boys to train together and that he would help you. After all if that did not work so well that way, you could try.

« I can’t do it either, you know. Maybe it’s because you distract me. » he suggested, teasing you once more with a grin on his face.

« That’s not funny Sirius. » you whined, a pout on your lips.

He looked at them for a bit too long before coming back at your eyes. Finally he stood behind you, his chest pressed against your back. You were thankful he was behind, at least he couldn’t see your burning cheeks but it wasn’t finished yet because you could now feel his strong hand taking yours, holding your wand with you while the other one was placed on your hip. Your heart was racing and you were probably shaking too because he laughed soflty, speaking soflty.

« Maybe you’re not thinking about your happiest memory. Close you eyes, the first one to come to your mind is probably the good one, focus on it. »

Even if his body pressed against yours and his breath crashing on the thin skin of your neck did not help you at all, his soft and low voice was relaxing and you now thought of nothing else. You no longer heard the sound of the wind in the trees, nor the murmur of the water of the lake, you did not see your friends staring at you a little farther : it was his voice and his body near you that occupied all your mind. You closed your eyes as he had suggested, and with trembling lips you pronounced the two words « Expecto patronum. » You opened your eyes slowly, just in time to see a magnificent light spraying out, more powerful than what you had managed to do until then. It grew larger, Sirius’s hand still held yours and guided the movements of your wand.
After a few seconds, you saw it. In front of you stood a brilliant, tall and perfectly formed dog. But it was not a common dog, you had seen this one several times already and you recognized it immediately. You understood that Sirius did too when you felt his fingers release your hand smoothly and his body move back slowly. Your concentration broke and the big dog disappeared. You did not dare to turn around, both shocked and mute, because you finally knew what your patronus was. And it was him. It was Padfoot.

You stood there, sitting on your bed without knowing what to do or even what to think. After the events of the afternoon you quickly ran away, stammering that you did not feel well and that you were going to rest. But everyone had seen the same thing as you, and everyone knew that your patronus was none other than Sirius Black himself, or at least his animagus form. You tried to convince yourself that it was just a simple dog, but you knew what you saw. Maybe it didn’t mean anything at all, maybe it did. It probably did. Sirius and you had been friends for years and even though he liked to tease you all day long, it had never been more than a platonic relationship. As you kept thinking about this, images started to come to your mind. The day you met, how funny you found him, yet annoying. The first time you sat together in class, and how you spent the hour drawing stupid things on each other’s books. That time in 4th year when he punched a guy who insulted you, and definitely got a detention for it. When one of his pranks hurt you and he brought you chocolate and flowers to make it up. The time he hugged you so tight after Gryffindor won the house cup that you thought he was going to choke you. Maybe he wasn’t just a friend after all, and it took you a couple of years and a patronus to realize it. A knock on your door made you lift your head up, the person did not let you any time to answer and entered the room.

« Can I come in ? » asked the black haired boy.
« A bit too late to ask, isn’t it ? »

Sirius did not answer, he just closed the door leaving you both alone in the dorm. He sat next to you, your knees barely touching, but not a word was said. You looked at the floor for a few seconds before you saw him turning his head to you from the corner of your eye. Slowly, you looked at him too, your heart skipping a beat when you met his dark grey eyes.

« Why did you leave earlier ? You missed something, we learnt that Peter’s patronus is a mole. »
« You know why I left. » you said, smiling slightly at the end.
« You don’t have to be embarassed about it. » he shrugged « But I have to admit that I thought it would be something else. »
« Like what ? »
« A penguin. »

You scoffed, clearly not especting that answer. Sirius looked at you curiously, he didn’t seem to understand why you were chuckling but he still smiled when he heard your laugh.

« What ? They’re cute and funny, everyone likes penguins. » he smirked.
« Nope, you’re probably the only person to fancy penguins that much. »
« Well I don’t try to hide it. You shouldn’t either. »

His last words were whispered in your ear before he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder. You knew what he meant, and you couldn’t act as if the butterflies flying in your stomach weren’t here. He bent down to give you another kiss, on the cheek this time, but the weight of his body made you both fall back on the bed. You laughed as he found himself lying on top of you and for the first time since you met him, you saw a light shade of red on his cheeks. You stayed like this before he kissed your forehead, and then your nose. You smiled and he looked at your lips, and back at your eyes again. Your hands made their way to the back of his neck as he brushed your lips with his own, without ever pressing them together. Your heartbeating probably echoed throughout the entire room, or maybe it was his own. He smirked again when he saw the look full of frustration and desire you gave him, biting his lip and kissing the corner of your lips and then your cheek, before whispering in your ear again.

« I always knew you were a dog person. »

And after that he finally pressed his lips against yours, tenderly, as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

Disgraceful Blood

Member: V

Genre: Smut / Angst

Series: \The Moon Child

Part: 1

Theme: Halloween

Description: With eyes like rubies and hair as white as the driven snow, you were a creature desired by all who were descendants of the night. A child born from the moon, somehow having landed in the greedy hands of a prince. And he, like all the others before him, craves the sweet taste of your blood.

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Feed the Belly

Dean x Reader

Summary: You’re pregnant and Dean’s being super caring. Sadly, this also means he’s cooking healthy, nutritious food for you and the baby. All the healthy food, for months. Until you’ve had enough. 

Word Count: 1100+

Munch. Munch. Munch.

You were stuffing your face with cookies, and ice cream, and pizza. Yes, all three of those. Yes, at the same time.

Sure, a few months ago you would have judged something like this as disgusting, super unhealthy, a great recipe for a heart disease… But, after countless weeks of kale, cabbage, spinach, carrots, lean meat, and lentils… you just didn’t care anymore. You wanted all the junk food, now.

The pregnancy book was staring at you from the table, and you stared back, glared even as your lips wrapped around a spoon of chocolate ice-cream. Take this, you stupid book.

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My Type of Guy - Stiles Stilinski Imagine [Smut]

Author: dylanowhy

Summary: Scott McCall invites you to the schools senior prom, as friends of course, but there is this certain dark haired boy who has been pushing your buttons lately. Who would have thought that later on he’d be pushing you into a pile of gym mats.

Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: Language. Smut. Unprotected Sex.

Word Count: 2957

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Some said he had dark hair, perfect to match his light-hearted eyes. However, you had never seen him up close before, always admiring him from a distance. You had known about Stile for years, ever since 5th grade when all he ever did was talk about baseball and Lydia Martin, but you’ve never approached him, always too afraid to speak, thinking that you would make a fool of yourself. Most people looked over the mole blessed boy, and you never quite understood how. There was so much more to him than anyone gave him credit for. The loud whistle sounding from Coach is what snapped you back to reality, bringing your attention back to the point, his hair. From the distance you sat it seemed light, a deep honey brown color that shined in the sunlight, complementing his soft pale skin that was being slightly washed out by the deep red covering his body. He was doing some type of dance, it almost made you snort, apparently he made a shot, something that was rare coming from him. It’s not like he was a bad lacrosse player, he was just never given the chance to show what he was really made of.

“What do you think Scott is going to do since Kira is not here anymore?” One of the many gossiping girls of Beacon Hills asked another, watching as Scott and Stiles high fived each other, bright smiles on their faces. “I am hoping he is open for trying new things, being with different people.” The other replied, it made you roll your eyes. You weren’t sure what happened to Kira, no one really was. Her father had given light detail and acted like it was no big deal his daughter went off in the middle of the school year, it had always made you curious, but you never were one to push any buttons. You actually cringed when you thought about what the girls across from you were talking about. There was a dance coming up at the end of the week, something about being seniors and how it was important to have one last dance. It was also known as prom, but you didn’t like to use the term. The theme was masquerade, and almost everyone had a date. Of course, you did not fall in the line of people who were going with a significant other, but that didn’t bother you. You had better things to do then to dance in a pool of sweat with some guy who only asked you because he wants to get lucky. No, you did not need to go to —.

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Sucker for Pain

Warning: self-loathing, “strong” language

Shawn lets out a shaky breath as he kneels in front of her. He can’t bring himself to look at her. He must look pathetic, kneeling, naked in front of her, hard cock flushed red.

“Neglecting your health again? Not getting enough sleep? We talked about this Shawn…” she chastises him, “Look at me.”

His eyes squeeze shut as shame wells up in him, his cheeks flushing. A bead of precome drools down his cock. Disgraceful. A small, soft, unyielding hand grips the nape of his neck, pulling harshly on his short locks of hair. A breathy moan leaves his mouth as he is forced to look at her, his cheeks burning with humiliation.

“I said, look at me Shawn,“ she commands him, steel in her voice. His eyes open, looking up at his goddess of a girlfriend. Her fingers, buried in his curls, tighten their grip as she raises one eyebrow, suspicion in her eyes. Oh god, she can’t find out. She pulls on his hair and his mouth opens on a gasp, blood rushing to his cock. Shameful.

“Shawn… Do you like that?” she asks him. He tries to look away, but her grip only tightens. He bites his lip, trying desperately to contain the whimper of pleasure-pain.

“I asked you a question, boy. Do you like that?” The control in her voice sears his skin, and a flush spreads down his chest.

“I - I don’t,” he stutters. Her disbelieving stare embarrasses him all the more. She can’t know what a disgusting kink he has. How deeply disturbed he is. Disgraceful. Perverted.

“Do not lie to me, pet. Your cock is dripping all over the place.” Her matter of fact tone only adds to his embarrassment.

“I’m sorry love. I’ll leave, I promise just- don’t- please don’t tell anyone?” he begs as he makes to get up, only to have her tiny fist tangle in his hair and push him onto his knees again. He looks up at her, confusion swirling inside him.

“You’re not going anywhere Shawn. I didn’t give you permission to leave did I?” The velvet soft power of her voice turns his insides to liquid. His mouth parts on a silent plead.

“Tell me what you like, pet.”

“Don’t.“ He corrects himself, “Please don’t.”

What was he pleading for? For her to stop her torture or for her to continue the oh-so-good humiliation? His cheeks are burning, probably permanently stained red.

“I like- “He starts biting his tongue as she pulls on his hair again, bolts of pleasure shooting through his body. His eyes close as the shameful delight of pain coats his bones with a comforting warmth.

“You love pain,” she states flatly, with no room for argument. His eyes fly open, the warmth turning to ice, freezing him in place, choking him with fear. Revolting. Never would she be able to overlook the repulsive nature of his kink.

“Hey, hey, Shawn. It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s a kink, it’s not the end of the world.” Genuine concern and confusion glaze her voice as she brings her hand under his chin, forcing him to look at her. “Darling what’s wrong?” Love, concern and pain are in her eyes; there is no hate, no disdain, no disgust. A sigh of relief rattles out of him as her thumb strokes his cheek in soothing circles.

“It’s mo- I like it- It’s more than just pain,“ he whispers. A fresh wave of red rushes to his cheeks at her questioning gaze.

“Maybe like- I think- uhm… humiliation,” he mumbles hurriedly, punching the words out, leaving them hanging in the room.

“Be more specific, pet. I need to know exactly what you like so that I know what to do,“ she answers. She’s kind and gentle and genuine; he’s surprised and shocked that she wants to know more.  

“Being told how needy I look… Biting, may- maybe scratching…” His voice wavers as he lets the heavy words settle.

“What about me being completely in control?” she asks, in a steady, soothing voice. He hesitates.

“Shawn.” He looks at her. Open, honest eyes beg him for the truth.

“I might… like it… And- and powerplay.” His brown eyes search her beautiful face for a trace of loathing. How could she simply be alright with this?

“What else, baby?” Comforting fingers carding through his hair, his heart rate finally slows just a bit. Thankfully she hasn’t run yet.

“Kneeling in front of you like this… completely naked while you are still wearing your underwear.” He lets out, trying to breathe properly. His courage sinks again as he realises he just confessed to all the nasty things he had only ever thought.

“Shawn. I love you. That won’t change because of some kink you have. I love you the way you are, pain kink and all. Do you trust me?” Her bright bright eyes study him carefully.

“I do.” He leans into her hand as it cups his cheek. The feel of his burning skin against her soft fingers calms the riot in his head.

“Good.” She takes a deep breath. “Now. I need to punish you for hiding this from me,” she teases, a small smile playing around her lips. He gulps as his cock hardens again. Her eyes drop to his crotch, chuckling at his quick reaction. She stands up, moving behind him. He tries to look at her but her hand tightening in his hair prevents it. Shawn feels her foot against his ass.

“Crawl towards the bed. Hands on the mattress.” Her controlled voice raises goosebumps on his skin. He is pressed against the bed. Her hand gently turns his head to the side and presses it forward into the mattress. Her fingers leave his hair, trailing down the nape of his neck, across his back. He fists the blanket, muscles bunching, trying to be as still as possible. Her fingernails rake down his back and a surprised moan leaves his lips, his hips jerking.

“Now. That is a beautiful sound, pet,“ she whispers appreciatively against his ear. She presses a little kiss above his ear and a breath wheezes out of him.

“Please.” He manages to choke the word out as her nails dig painfully, tantalizingly, into his back. A whine tumbles from his mouth. Shawn feels her lips curving into a smile against the shell of his ear. Precome dribbles from his cock, his eyes squeezing shut as she murmurs words of praise against his skin.

“Open your eyes Shawn.” His eyes half lidded when he manages to open them. Her right hand finds its way into his hair, twisting itself into the curls and pulling his face up a little. Her left hand moves to his throat, holding it in a comfortably tight grip. She tilts his head up, angling his face towards her. His lips are parted, swollen from biting them as he looks at her. Her left thumb presses into the plush flesh, his tongue hesitatingly licking her fingertip.

“My pretty boy,” she says, praise in her voice. Shawn preens under her words. He sighs, digging his fingers deeper into the blanket.

“Come on. Up you go on the bed.” Her low command resonates through his body. He scrabbles to his feet, lying down on the mattress, kicking the blanket into the corner. He looks at her expectantly. She bites her lip, trying to hide an amused smile.

“Grip the headboard for me,“ she orders as she pulls off her panties, the motion torturously slow. “Now, this is your punishment.” She unhooks her bra as she speaks. "You will not remove your hands from that headboard. You will not touch me; I won’t restrain you.” Her breasts are finally bare and he gulps, trying desperately to focus on her words. “If you disobey, I will stop and I will get myself off on your thigh. And you have to watch and stay hard and untouched. Do you understand pet?”

His hands fly to the headboard as he whimpers yes. She straddles him, her small fingers wrapping around his cock. Her nails not so accidentally scratch lightly down the length of it. His hands grip the bed, frantically trying to obey her rules. A moan punches out of him as she leans forward, her left hand burying itself into his shoulder muscles. Her nipples graze his heaving chest as she kisses his neck. Teeth and tongue, pain and pleasure, mixing into one breath-stealing combination. Whimpers and pleads tumble from his lips at his hips buck into her fist. Her lips move down his throat, a patchwork of bruises and bites blossoming on his skin. His back arches as she sucks a dark bruise next to his Adam’s apple. She moves down the column of his neck, sucking one more hickey at the base of throat.

“Mhm. All mine now,” she mumbles to herself, admiring her work, hickeys and bites covering his neck. Marking him as hers. A moan of her name spills from his mouth. His arms pulling at the headboard making it creak under his strength. She shuffles up his body, her thighs on either side of his face. His arms pressing into her soft skin, his fingers closing around the bars of the headboard convulsively.

“Do you think you deserve it? Do you deserve to eat my pussy Shawn?” She taunts him, his lips so so close to her.

“Yes, please- I’m good. I- please let me. Please let me make you come.” He pleads her. His cheeks turn red at the desperation in his voice.

“Alright pet. You’ve been good,“ she acknowledges as she lowers herself onto his mouth. His lips wrap around her clit, causing a shudder to go through her body. He sucks on the bud, his teeth occasionally grazing her, a sharp intake of breath her only response. He lets go of her clit, licking her pussy, his tongue entering her. Sweet delicious wetness coats his tongue. Her hand reaches into his hair, pulling on it as she rocks against his face. Small moans of praise and his name are his reward. Thrusting into her, he gets the most beautiful response from her. She throws her head back, tightening her grip on his hair, moaning his name. He feels her walls tightening around his tongue, his nose bumping against her pubic bone as she grinds on his face.

“Shawn. I’m-“ She moans as her orgasm takes her over. The hand in his hair tenses further, her nails scratching against his scalp, sparks of pain coursing down his spine. A strangled moan escapes him. She writhes on top of him, the vibrations of his moan traveling up her spine.

She remains on his face for a minute longer, catching her breath.

“You did great baby.” Her praise washes over him as she slowly moves down his body stopping when her wet pussy is resting against his abs. A tortured sigh leaves him at the feeling. She leans over him, reaching for the bedside table. Her delicious scent wafts over him, riling him up further. The tell-tale crinkling sound of the condom wrapper makes him turn his face into his arm. Too much. He needs to think. His eyes shoot open as he feels the latex glide down his shaft. God have mercy on him.

“You are doing wonderfully Shawn,” she tells him as she slowly lifts herself up. His cock nudges against her pussy. She is going kill him. She slowly sinks down onto him and his eyes roll back into his head. Her breath hitches almost inaudibly as he finally bottoms out. Her nails scrape his abdomen, leaving red scratches in their wake, his muscles tightening under her fingertips. She starts moving in slow figure eights, grinding against his crotch. His cock in a vice-like velvety grip. The wood creaks as he tightens his hold on the headboard further. He throws his head back, burying it into the pillow. Her hands digging into his flesh, bruising it delightfully, make moans fall freely from his lips. He is begging her for mercy, for more, for more pain. She rakes her nails down his torso, over his nipple, a loud whine punching out of him. He turns his face away from her, hiding in his arm.

“No Shawn. None of that.” She grabs his chin, forcing him to look at her. She bends forward, capturing his bottom lip between her teeth. Slowly pulling on it, gently biting down on it, he can only whimper at the excruciating pleasure of the pain. She rolls her hips forward, her walls tightening around him. Her pubic bone grinds against his skin. Her fluttering walls tense around him as his teeth dig into his bottom lip. He is so, so close.

“Please.” He begs her, struggling to get the word past his lips.

“Please what, pet?” she asks, rocking against him.

“Hurt me more,“ he pleads in a sigh, a fresh wave of heat making his cheeks flush. How could he ask for that?

She runs her nails across his nipple, pinching it between her nails. His hips buck into her as her pussy clenches around him. Her right hand travels up his torso as her left one remains firmly on his chest. She reaches the base of his throat, his eyes closing in anticipation. Small fingers wrap around his neck for the second time that night. Yes. He thrusts up into her as the pressure against his throat increases.

“Let me- please. Let me come,” he begs, a blush spreading down his chest.

“Come for me, pet,“ she murmurs under her breath. He tilts his head back, his mouth dropping open as his orgasm washes over him. A shattered moan punches out of him as he rides out his high. She rolls off of him, letting them catch their breath. She discards of the used condom in the bathroom, returning with a wet washcloth. She carefully cleans his face and his cock.

“You?” He croaks out, letting go of the headboard.          

“Already did it in the bathroom darling.” She smiles at him softly. A blush blossoms on his cheeks. How can he ask her to hurt him? God. He’s despicable.

“Shawn. Stop right now.” She sits on his chest again, forcing him to look at her. Her eyebrows furrow in anger and pain. He is revolting.

“Stop it, please. I love you the way you are Shawn! I couldn’t care less if you had a pain kink! I would still be with you if you had a foot fetish and could only fall asleep with my foot in your hands! I. Love. You,” she tells him, desperately looking into his eyes, begging him to see that she is telling the truth.

“Believe me. Please. I love you the way you are, kinks and all. And what does it say about me? Enjoying biting you and pulling your hair and hurting you. Doesn’t that make me a monster?” She speaks calmly, apparently unperturbed by this, but his eyes widen at her accusations.

“No! Never! Just because you like something doesn’t make you a…” Realisation dawns on him. Her beaming cheeky grin tells him she expected his answer. He rolls his eyes at her, pulling her down into a slow, lazy kiss. Her squeaked laugh of delight as he flips them over make him smile.

Maybe he isn’t that revolting

Drive By

Jax x Reader where the reader gets shot but Jax has to leave her.

Originally posted by nikitassoul

As you’re talking to Gemma, you look around the room, a content smile on your lips. Everyone in the clubhouse makes up part of your family, and you couldn’t be happier to be part of such a wonderful, yet slightly psychotic, group of people. You wouldn’t change them for the world.

“I’m really glad he’s got you, sweetheart. There’s nobody else I’d rather have as my future daughter in law.” Gemma says, her hand rubbing your arm lovingly. Before you can respond, glass smashing fills your ears, loud continuous bangs adding to the sound.

“Everybody down!” Chibs roars, the people in the clubhouse dropping like flies, trying to find cover. Gemma pulls you down, your body paralysed with shock as the bullets continue to smash through the walls, eyes searching to find your boyfriend, wanting to know he’s okay.

You spot Jax crouched on the floor, his brows knitted in worry as his eyes find yours. He shakes out of Chibs’ grasp, swiftly yet skillfully making his way over to you, sheltering your body with his own as you grip his shirt, the warmth and scent of him calming you slightly.

After what feels like forever, the bullets stop, motorcycles revving as the shooters leave the lot, the sound getting further and further away before it eventually disappears from your hearing.

“Are you okay?” Jax asks, his hands cradling his face as he watches you with concern. You nod your head shakily, forcing a small smile, your body revving with adrenaline.

“Jax, her leg.” You frown in confusion as Gemma speaks, you and Jax both turning your attention to your leg, blood seeping through your jeans. The adrenaline wears off as you begin to feel your injury, your lower leg throbbing painfully.

“Jesus christ.” Jax pulls his knife from its case hanging from his waist, carefully cutting your jeans, his hands ripping the denim until your leg is freed. Without the barrier, blood begins to pour out of the bullet hole below your knee, your eyes scrunching closed as white hot pain floods through your whole body.

“Jackie boy,” You force yourself to open your eyes, your sight misty with tears as Chibs stands over Jax’s shoulder, the blonde haired biker completely focused on you. “Cops will be here, soon. Jarry said they’re gonna cuff us if there’s anymore shit this week.”

Gemma squeezes your hand reassuringly, your forehead sweating as you try to ignore the pulsing agony, Jax looking completely torn. “I can’t just leave her, Chibs. She’s been fucking shot!”

“Yes, you can.” you groan, pushing yourself to sit up properly. Jax shakes his head defiantly, but you speak before he get his words out. “You’ve gotta go, babe.”

“She’s right, darlin’. I’ll look after her, get her to St Thomas.” Gemma adds, knowing that no matter how much Jax wants to stay with you, he’s no good to anybody locked up. Jax looks between the three of you, his jaw locked in anger.

“Go, I’ll be fine.” Willing yourself not to cry, you try to adjust your leg, biting your lip so hard you can taste the blood. Sirens begin to sound in the distance, the other members coming to stand by Jackson, urgency on their faces.

“Fuck.” Jax curses, Gemma leaving your side to move to Jax’s position, fatigue beginning to slip over you, your head dizzy from the blood loss. “Look after her, mom.”

You rest your head on the wall behind you, closing your eyes yet trying to stay conscious. A pair of lips kiss your head, Jax’s aftershave filling your nostrils. You try to smile, forcing your eyes to open as you look up at your old man. “Be careful.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll come and see you as soon as I can.” he responds, stroking your cheek protectively. You nod, a tired smile on your lips as you do so.

You don’t realise that you’ve passed out until you come to in a hospital room, the smell of bleach almost burning your nose. You move your head to the side, the chair next to your temporary bed vacant, though voices can be heard outside the room.

You try to ignore the needle in your hand, the sight making your stomach turn as you shift your legs, a hiss leaving your lips as you do so. Fucking bullet.

The door opens, a sigh of relief leaving you at the sight of your boyfriend, the concern in his eyes unable to be missed. A gentle smile plays on his lips as he shuts the door behind him.

“Everything okay?” you ask, your voice slightly croaky as you talk. He nods in confirmation, his feet moving him over to your bedside as he leans down to kiss you, his fingertips moving your hair out of your face.

“M'sorry.” he says once he pulls away, sitting on the edge of your bed, your hand being held in his as he strokes your skin soothingly. You shush him, shaking your head, just happy he’s safe and well.“We dealt with the problem.”

“I’m sure you did.” you respond cheekily, squeezing his hand. He smirks, bringing your fingertips up to his mouth and kissing them individually. “How long was I out?”

“Couple hours. You lost a lot of blood, babe, but doc said you can come home tonight as long as you promise to rest.” You roll your eyes, the sound of lying in bed and doing nothing completely unappealing to you, especially since you know Jax won’t be home with you.

“So, no sex?” Jax chuckles, shaking his head at your antics. He runs his tongue across his lower lip, and you can just tell he’s thinking about the night before, the two of you completely tangled in one another as you reached sweet bliss over and over.

“I’m sure we can figure something out if you’re feeling needy, darlin’.” he says, cradling your face between his hands as he watches you, nothing but love in his eyes.

“I’m always needy for you, Teller.”

A/N - Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, thank you for your amazing support even through my mini break, it means the world. This was a bit of a random idea lol but hope you enjoyed! Xx

Gabriel’s Secret

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Title: Gabriel’s Secret

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 577

Warnings: fluff

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

This was requested by an anon: Hello! So I had an idea with Lucifer or Gabriel. An imagine of them in a Victoria secret with or without the reader (buying stuff for the reader

Gabriel watched you as you got ready for the day.  You weren’t going on a case, but you were going to be out for a few hours getting things that the bunker needed.  Someone had to buy the toilet paper and toothpaste around here.  You didn’t mind doing the shopping, you found it refreshing.  It gave you a sense of normalcy.

You grabbed your purse and the keys to a car in the garage.  You glanced up, noticing the mysterious look Gabriel was giving you.  “Something wrong Gabe,” you wondered, lacing up your shoes.

“I just wanted you to know that I’ll be back later.  I have some angel stuff to do,” Gabriel lied.  He padded up to you, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.  “Be safe [Y/N].”

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La La Land (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

A/N: Hey guys! So sorry there haven’t been any updates in a while but here is something!!! I have a bunch of ideas but I’m having trouble finding time to write. More stories to come soon! Leave some feedback if you’d like :) Also La La Land has become my new obsession so…. here. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2,018

Prompt: You’re at the cinema alone and so am I we might as well sit together and I swear I didn’t think there was anyone else in this universe who appreciates this movie like I do.

- Written by Brie - 

You’re lame. You’re so lame you can’t even believe yourself. Who the hell goes to the theater alone at two in the afternoon just to see a movie for the third time. You, that’s who. You didn’t even bother to stop at the concession counter for the classic popcorn and soda combo as you hurried to your theater door, by now were an expert at sneaking outside food into the theater. If only the snack counter sold chicken nuggets and fries, you wouldn’t have to feel so guilty sneaking in your salty contraband.

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Lucien chuckled with a frighting gleam of malice in his eyes, “Even in your most despondent moment, you still hold on to your pride,” he spoke to Klaus as he clenched the nerves of your neck with his unfathomable strength. You struggled for breath, clawing at Lucien’s hand that was one squeeze away from suffocating you into darkness. Klaus’ eyes breathed concern toward you, his hands griping tightly onto the chains he was bound to, in tension.

“Ooh, I struck a nerve, I see,” Lucien smiled in malicious amusement. “I suppose after all these years, you’ve finally got a taste of what its like to be rendered completely helpless by your better.” Lucien spat those words with such personal meaning that as he said each word his grip on your raw throat tightened and he lifted your entire body from the ground merely with his one hand. Your vision began to blur as your sneakers struggled to brush the floor.

Enough!” Klaus roared, his eyes unable to leave you. “She’s nothing, Lucien. Your grievance lies with me; she has nothing to do with any of this. You’ve waited so long to see me suffer; well, here I am; chained, helpless. Why don’t you start the maltreatment I’ve been expecting, hmm?”

Lucien paused a slight moment to process, then proceeding to laugh in hardhearted amusement; carelessly withdrawing his supernatural seize from your throat, you immediately hit the floor, your airways expanding as you wheezed for a breath of air that didn’t cause your throat to burn with each passing breath. Lucien continued to laugh. “You never cease to amaze me, Niklaus. You Mikaelson’s, so complicated and… pathetic, really. Even in the face of death you have something to say, don’t you?” Klaus gritted his teeth and averted his gaze to the floor; in his mind he wanted to dig the deepest hole known to man and throw every indication of worry into it, but he was having trouble even lifting the shovel. “You keep your hopelessly mad love a secret from this poor girl here, and yet she seems to be the only one who hasn’t noticed. You try..” Lucien started slowly, gripping Klaus’s jaw, forcing him to look him in the eye, “to protect her by averting the suffering onto you, but I know,” Lucien whispered, his pupils beginning to glow red as a burning coal, his under-eyes lacing with veins of hunger, “better than anyone, that true pain and suffering is watching your one true love being taken away from you, and not being able to do a thing about it. And so, Nik… you’re about to feel my pain.”

Sparks Fly

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson



Imagine: In 1919, while looking for ripper Stefan, who went missing nearly a year ago, you have a very pleasant meeting with one the oldest vampires in existence: Klaus Mikaelson. 

Warnings: slight smut, bad words and, oh, well, it’s a vampire imagine, there’s gotta be a little blood. haha

N/A - Not quite as you requested, but I hope you like the same way, anon. :) Also, you guys could read this while listening to Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. I heard it repeatedly when I was writing this one. 

Word Count: 2326 

Dear Damon,

I am aware of the promise I made to sent you a letter every month, so you know that I’m alive, but things have been a bit messy lately. Moving from one place to another has not given me much time to write; actually, my only true focus is finding our brother and getting him back to his oldself. Perhaps I’ll be able to do that here in New Orleans, which, by the way, is a wonderful city. You should be here to see the night lights and cheerful dances.

Oh, shucks! That reminded me I have got to meet up with my friend Lexi in twenty minutes at this famous pub. Apparently, the Original family is here (yes, the one who created all other vampires) and goes there every evening, she thought it would be a cool way to blow off some steam while we don’t find Stefan.

She might have a solid point.

Well, I will not extend myself, for I have to leave, however, don’t worry about me, everything is fine and I got the feeling this it. So, soon enough, we’ll be joining you in Paris.

I miss like crazy those cold winter days…

Anyway, kisses and hugs to you from your loving sister

                                                                                                    Love you,


You dropped the exquisite pen on the table and sighed, thinking that what you were telling him was more than enough. Sure Damon would be pleased to hear you were still breathing, because, in his mind, chasing emotionless Stefan was dead end job. Not that he was wrong, but you were never the kind of girl who would leave someone behind, especially if that someone was your own flash and blood.

“Y/N Salvatore!” A voice cut through the silence of your house. “I can’t believe you’re not ready yet.”

“Hey, Lexi.” You smiled and stood up, moving smoothly towards the majestic mahogany wood wardrobe. “I completely forgot we were supposed to go out tonight! That’s why I’m not…”

“Don’t make excuses!”

“I’m not making any.” This time an angry huff slipped, as you diverted your eyes to the well hung dresses, not being sure which one you were going to pick.

The blonde woman, who was with arms crossed against the wall next to your door’s bedroom, rolled her eyes and cave in, as usual, approaching to help you get dressed. She always had a good eye for those stuff, making anyone advised by her look hauntinly fabulous.

A short time later, after your friend decided what was suitable for the place, you stared yourself in the mirror, feeling ready to steal any man’s heart because the baby pink gown you had on highlighted your every curve, also giving an insinuating gleam to your once innocent traits. Absolutely perfect to a girls night out.

“We should go.” Lexi blurted out, after checking on the huge clock placed in one corner. “It’s getting late.”

“I’m sure that doesn’t matter” Your reply was gentle, as you worked on your Y/H/C wild curls. “But if it means that much to you, we can go now. And, maybe, we’ll find Stefan there, or at least a lead on his whereabouts.”

“Oh no.” The girl rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “We’re shutting off the ‘get my baby brother back’ thing for a night.”


“Shush. Don’t argue with me.” Now her index finger was pointed sharply on your face. “And listen: I know you love him and that he is very important. However, not everything is about Stefan. Or Damon. You are your own person, so live a bit and enjoy the pleasures of life.”

Somehow, you were not able to shout out a rude response. Instead, after a couple of minutes, you exhaled tiredly and nodded, agreeing that she was right. Lexi squeezed the nude skin of your shoulder and you glanced at her, finding her so sweet and so comforting brown eyes.

“Can we please have some fun now?”

“Sure, blondie.”

“Now that’s the Y/N I know.”

You two shared a quick laugh and left the cosy pension room, going to your natural habitat: the darkness.

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I See It

Can I request a colorblind soulmate au with spencer please ??? ? (basically everyone is colorblind until they touch/see/whatever their soulmate) I’ll leave the details for you :)

Oh, this sound fun!  I can definitely do this.  Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!

The sunlight hurt.  As someone grasped your arm and led you towards a big…thing…you felt their grasp tighten as you tried to scurry away.

Everything was behind you.  Your bed.  Your clothes.  Your books.

Your family…

“Mom!” you shriek as you try to wrench away from the grasp that you had by the arm.

“It’s alright.  It’s ok.  You’re safe,” a low voice coos as you are turned around.  You were face to face with a tall, strong, dark man, and it frightened you.

He was a…darker color than your mom.

Did people come darker?

Your eyes widened in fright as his eyes flooded with worry.

“Come on.  Let’s get you somewhere where you can clean up,” he coos as he turns to guide you towards the big…thing.

“No!  No, please!” you scream as you try to get away.  You kick and you thrash.  You bite down with your teeth as the man that was holding you cries out in pain.  You try to run away, back to the house that had held you close your entire life.

But when you looked up to the porch, you saw it.

Your mother and father laying on the porch.

“Mommy!?” you shriek as you go to run to her.

But someone throws their arms around you and picks you up off of your feet.

“She was hard to bring in,” Morgan murmurs as he presses alcohol wipes to the skin you broke with your teeth.  “Hotch had to thrown his arms around her and lift her into the SUV.”

“That means she probably won’t be comfortable with either of you interviewing her,” Spencer rattles off.

“I don’t think she’ll be comfortable with anyone,” Prentiss emphasizes as she comes from around the corner.

Her eye was pretty swollen.

“She packs a hard punch,” Emily murmurs.

“She’s frightened.  Try not to take it seriously, she’s been locked up in that house for 28 years.  Never been to school.  I-I-I’m honestly surprised she speaks as well as she does.  As far as we know, she’s never seen her front yard.  She was probably just scared of all of the new stimuli hitting her at once.”

“Then you should probably be the one to interview her,” Rossi stepped forward.

“Yeah, you seem to be the most sensitive towards her right now,” J.J. offers.

“Are we even aware of how much she knows?” Spencer asks.

“No clue,” Hotch murmurs as he presses an ice pack against the side of his jaw.

“Good luck,” J.J. sighs as Spencer looks back at the door that housed you behind it.

“Yeah, she’s right behind the green one,” J.J. points before wincing at her words.

It was hard for Spencer, being on a team who had all had their sights restored by that one person in their life.

Spencer had yet to see what green was.

“I mean, the one all the way at the end of the…hallway…” J.J. corrects.

“I know.  Thanks, J.J.,” Spencer croaks out as he begins walking down the hallway.

The chair you were sitting in was cold and hard.  It was comforting, being reminded of home in such a foreign place.  You rested your cheek on the table as you closed your eyes and sniffed hard.  The unforgiving surface reminded you of your own bed.

All you needed was a wool blanket and you could go back to sleep and dream of the only place you’d known.

Dream of the only people you’d known…

But the door opened and you jumped, causing you to curl into into your seat as you draw your legs to your chest and bury your face in your knees.

You heard a chair pull out as someone sat down in front of you.

“Y/N?” you hear a light voice say.

You hadn’t heard this voice yet.

It wasn’t harsh, or gruff, or angry.  It wasn’t intentionally soothing, or ornery, or fed up.

It was soft.



“Y/N.  Do you know why you’re here?” the voice asked.


The voice was a boy.

But not a little boy.

A grown boy.

Like you were a grown girl.

“I think…” you begin.

“It’s alright,” Spencer coos as he leans lightly towards you.

“Is it because I didn’t go to school?” you asked lightly.

Spencer was even shocked that you knew what that was.

“Do you know what school is?” Spencer asked.

“Of course I know what school is,” you spit, “it’s where you go to learn all the stuff I don’t know.”

You felt tears burning behind your eyes as you sniffle and bury your face deeper, muffling your voice.

“I’m sure you know a lot of things,” Spencer smiles as he continues to look at you.

He kept blinking his eyes.  It was like something was trying to impede on the corners of his vision.

“Am I here because I’m not supposed to know what sex is yet?” you ask lightly.

But Spencer was struggling to hear you.

“What was that?” he asks as he leans forward more.

“I said,” you begin in anger as you whip your head up.

And when your eyes connect with Spencer’s, your vision bursts as your eyes widen in horror.  You spring from your chair as the walls flood with flowing things and your hands brighten before your eyes.  You look back up in fear at the man sitting in absolute shock at the table as you watch his suit dance with things you’ve never seen before.

What was happening?

Where was all the dark?

“What did you do?” you whisper as your back hits a wall.

You whip around, your Y/C/H flying across your face as you take it between your fingers and watch it drip with something you’ve never seen before.

And Spencer was rooted to his chair in silence.

He had studied everything on colors.  Tonal scales and gradient fades.  Why they appear the way they do and memorized their order on a rainbow he couldn’t see.

And then you had looked up at him.

You, the victim of a man who had hidden you from the world.

You, the daughter of a child slayer who had made you clean his bloodied utensils night after night after night.

You were his soulmate.

“What?” he breathed as tears rose to his eyes.

But as he was rooted in shock, you were seeing a reflection of your face in a broken mirror on the wall for the very first time in your life.

You saw all of the bumps and dark spots and dark crusty things lining the things you spoke with.  You had no names for them, but as you looked at Spencer’s face in the reflection before focusing back on yours, you knew that your face wasn’t supposed to look the way it did.

And you crumbled to the floor and cried.

Spencer got up from his chair and rushed to your side.  He wrapped his long, strong arms around you as he pulled you close, and you struggled and struggled before giving up and sobbing into him.

“Daddy always told me every night, after he would rock me to sleep, that I had to keep telling mommy that I didn’t know about sex,” you cried as he held you tighter and tighter.

Spencer felt anger boil in his stomach.

You didn’t mean rocking as in physical rocking.

You meant rocking as in rocking into you.

And the thought made him sick.

Hotch barged into the room, but before he opened his mouth, he looked into the wide, confused, and relieved eyes of his colleague.

And he knew exactly what had happened.

“I see it,” he whispers as he begins rubbing his hand lovingly up and down your back.

“I see it,” he smiles through his confusion.

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i hope you'll somehow still run this blog because ppl followed for your work and what you had created with your imagination and empathy. I hope you will cheer up, Love. If you still do requests, how about a vocation thingy ? With Jesse, Solider or Genji ? If you feel like it~ Lots of Love and best wishes, Anon

;-; thank you, sweetie <3 Also I went nuts. Roadtrip :D 


Jesse McCree

 The strums of “Stand by your man” reached your ears as the bright, burning rays of sun began to dance across your face, waking you from your slumber at the back of the car. You slowly lifted your head off the leather of the back seats, the warm wind rushing through your hair, the sun-beaten landscape decorating your surroundings, bare yet beautiful. 

You rubbed your eyes, stretching your limbs and yawning. Your gaze was captured by your cowboy in the front seat, his chestnut strands dancing in the humid breeze, drumming his fingers on the wheel in-time with the beat of his terrible country songs. Jesse caught your movement in the rear view mirror and shot you a wide dog-like grin. 

“Hey, doll.” Jesse chuckled, leaning over and picking up his Peacekeeper from the passenger seat and placing it in the glove compartment safely. “Enjoyed your nap?” 

You leaned forward, kissing Jesse on his scruffy cheek before clambering into the shotgun seat, running your fingers through your hair, humming affirmatively. You pulled a face at his choice in radio choice, reaching over to change it. 

“Nuh uh, honey.” Jesse playfully slapped your hand away, instead intertwining his fingers with yours, stroking his thumb across your knuckles. 

“Where are we anyway?” You asked, squeezing his hand and looking around, the landscape looking like something that should be in an old western movie.

“I don’t know.” Jesse threw his head back and laughed, turning to gaze at you. “That’s amazing isn’t it?” 

“Being lost is amazing?” You questioned, smiling in spite of yourself. 

“We’re so damn lost.” Jesse sighed happily. “Talon doesn’t know where we are, Overwatch doesn’t know where we are, the world doesn’t know where we are. Kinda feels like freedom, don’t it?” 

You melted slightly. You kissed his knuckles lovingly before reclining back, stretching your hand up, letting the rushing wind press against your palm. Yeah. It did kinda feel like freedom. 

Soldier 76/ Jack Morrison: 

The highway your car was on was completely deserted, almost entirely silent if not for the steady hum of the engine. You looked up from the book you were reading out loud to Jack to look out of the window, the darkness coating the world in a dark blue tint. You dog eared the page you were on, tossing the book into the backseat, before looking at Jack, his silver hair gleaming in the moon-lit night and occasionally the artificial light of the bare street light. 

He didn’t seem as old in this setting. The night gently obscured the dark shadows underneath his tired eyes, made his harsh scars seem like they were lovingly drawn onto his face. His Alaskan-ice blue eyes momentarily glanced at yours, the edge of his lips quirked up in a smile. 

“Alright there?” Jack asked softly, watching the soft light dance over your features. 

You thought about your answer for a moment before smiling at him.

“Hmmm… Yeah. Yeah, I am.” You whispered. “You want me to take over the driving for a little bit?” 

“No, I think I can do a few more miles.” The soldier replied, looking the clock on the dashboard and rubbing under his eyes. 

You rolled your eyes slightly but accepted his answer, leaning over and kissing his cheek before tucking your legs underneath you on the seat, curling up slightly. 

“Are you all prepped to go on the Hanamura mission when we get back?” Jack asked, frowning slightly.

“Hey, Jack?” 


“Forget Talon and missions and everything for a little bit.” 

Jack looked at you quickly, eyebrows raised slightly before smiling lovingly. He reached over and curled his pinky around yours, leaning back comfortably in his chair. 


Genji Shimada

 The sun was slowly coming up, it’s rosy-golden glow washing over you, painting the scenery in light. You sighed softly, glancing to the passenger seat next to you where a certain cyborg was napping, his mouth open and drooling slightly. You smiled at the sight, turning your gaze back to the road, tapping your index finger against the wheel and humming along to the J-Pop band that was singing on the mixtape you and Genji made for this trip. You pressed a button on the dash, the roof of the car reclining to let the cool air wash over you. 

Leaning over, you playfully poked Genji’s scarred cheek a few times until he stirred from his slumber, quickly shutting his mouth once he realized it had been open the whole time. He straightened up, wiping his mouth, the breeze making his soft ebony hair dance slightly. 

“Woooah. Look at that.” He noticed the dawn breaking, transfixed by the sight.  

You hummed in agreement, gazing at Genji lovingly for a moment before turning back to the road. Everything was slowly properly lighting up, the day slowly heating back up. You felt something gently nudge against your lips. Genji was gently poking one of his sweets against your mouth, grinning widely at you, eyes laughing. 

“Candy for breakfast?” You questioned him, taking a bite. 

“We’re on holiday, we could have cereal for dinner if we wanted.” He reasoned, popping the rest of the sweet into his mouth and stretching his limbs out. 

“Can you even taste it?” You asked, taking your hand off the wheel for a second to grab your water bottle. 

“Yeah, but the taste is dulled.” Genji replied, taking the bottle from you and opening it for you before giving it back to you. 

You drank deeply before giving it to him, enjoying the breeze against your face, his cool fingers touching your heated ones. Genji placed your water bottle back, smiling at you before looking back at the sunrise.

“Do we have to go back?” He suddenly asked. “Back to the headquarters? To the endless missions and training and… Everything?” 

“What makes you ask that?” You looked over to him, tilting your head. 

“It’s just… I’d rather do this. With you. Going nowhere, just happy with breathing and seeing.” 

“Soon, Genji. When all this is over, we can do this freely.” You promised, catching his hand and squeezing it. 

“I hope so.” 


Winchesters x Winchester!Reader

Requested by Anon

You smiled to yourself as you kitted up, the boys had left and you’d received a text from Sam begging for help. Slinging your duffle bag over your shoulder you headed out to where Sam had told you to go, finding them by simply following the noise of your brothers being tossed around inside the house they’d broken into.

“Really, do you guys not carry salt or something.” You chuckled after making half a circle and drawing the ghosts attention, trapping it but dodging out of the way at the last second and using the thin iron chain you kept on you to whip through it.

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a letter to aries

you are like walking pinata explosions, and you leave a scent of cotton candy and baby laughter in your wake. you want us to know that you exist, and yes
we see you, we hear your voice, we watch your eyes light up when you learn something new, and your creative genius sparkle when you do something new. and we are here watching you,
and cheering you on. i want to hold you and yet you can never be caged, your spirit only shines when you are free as a bird. and maybe you don’t want to
settle. but i know when you do you will be eternally loyal.
you’re a matchstick in the darkness of the world, but i always worry you
move so fast and sometimes you burn yourself out, first on the inside, when you
don’t let anyone know. and then it spreads itself out.
i don’t want you to think that because you leave, discover something new,  or need to fly that we will abandon for forget about you. we will be here waiting for you when you come back, anticipating your fascinating stories
and holding the precious baby dragon


professionaltrash101  asked:

Hi! First, I want you to know I absolutely love this blog. It's super helpful! Anyway, I wrote an ask in November, but I'm assuming tumblr ate it. So here is it: I have a character who has burning hot pokers/nails purposely thrust into his eyes to blind him. I was wondering what this would entail. Would the skin around the eyes be burned? What would his eyes look like afterwards (is it possible any of the eye is left)? Could this cause brain/nerve damage other than rendering him blind?

Content warnings: Burns, eyeball injuries, infections, precious bodily fluids

Oh my gods. I’m so, so sorry for your delay! And I feel even guiltier because Oscar the Grouch is my absolute favorite character and I let him down. Seriously, I love your avatar.

Okay, enough fangirling! THE BUSINESS BEGINS NOW!

I’m EXTREMELY GRATEFUL for the fact that my image search came up with 0 actual images of eyes burned with hot pokers (the things we do for love!) and my PubMed search came up with no case reports or publications of any kind, so we’re in kind of open territory: do what feels right and what feels real.

The skin around the eyes would definitely be burned, because I don’t know of anyone cruel enough to poke someone’s eyes out with a hot poker and yet “kind” enough to try to spare the surrounding tissue, so as the victim struggles, the poker will likely sear the surrounding flesh.

I don’t exactly have a data set on “individuals with eyes burned out by a hot iron”, but I would imagine that the eye itself is mostly gone. They can melt and rupture, and whether that’s “true” or not, it’s believable. Also understand that the rest of the orbital cavity (eye socket) will likely sear from the heat, so at first there may be swollen tissue that almost… fills the void where the eye used to be?

Also, this person is going to have either no, or severely damaged, eyelids, because of the obvious NO DON’T ENUCLEATE ME WITH A HOT POKER PLEASE reaction is to clamp your eyes shut like there are monsters in the bedroom.

As for nerve or brain damage… my gut instinct says that it’s possible but not probable. But again… no case reports. If you need your character to be brain damaged it’s not impossible that some of the brain cooked a bit, but otherwise, from a storytelling perspective, I’d leave it.

Oh, one other thing… infection. We need to talk about infection, and pus, and eyeballs weeping pus, because infections after burns are very very common (was it a clean and sterile hot poker, we ask ourselves?). Likely not. So the tissue that remains in either eyesocket is massively inflamed, and it will probably get infected. And that infection will likely involve pus, and it will hurt, and they will likely try to rub their eye or do SOMETHING for the pain, and then we have a sad panda day where they rupture an abscess, and there’s just…. all the pus running down their cheeks. They’re crying pus, is what I’m saying. Pustulent tears.

I think that about wraps it all up on the negative eyeball/poker interaction -slas- thermal enucleation front. I’m sorry that you waited so long for this jiggery-pokery.

Yeah, I went there. You knew I had to go there.

Anyway, I hope the wait was worth it.

xoxo, Aunt Scripty


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Taking a Risk Pt. 2

Summary: The reader is faced with the decision of having to choose one soulmate over the other.

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: I finally finished it! I hope you all enjoy!

Tagging: @sierrastilinski  @amylillian22  @alphaallie


Originally posted by thiamraebar

Theo stood before me, looking back and forth between Liam and I. The discomfort was far too palpable to handle. I, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), had two soulmates. This shouldn’t be possible. Not too long ago, I wasn’t ready to have any soulmates and now two stand before me. One ready to kill the other, while the other had no idea what was going on.

“I think you’re a little confused kid. Hate to break it to you, but she’s my soulmate, so anything you two have had before is pretty much obsolete”, Theo smiled

Liam hands were at his side, balled into fist. He was ready to explode at any given moment and Theo still had no idea what was going on.

“I think you’re the one that’s confused kid. I met my soulmate weeks ago and she happens to be (Y/N). Maybe you’re necklace is broken”, Liam seethed

“I highly doubt that’s be true”

Both eyes landed on me. Suddenly my mouth was dry and I was at a loss for words. If something wasn’t said, I feared the entire student center would be destroyed by two young men fighting over a soulmate.

This was going to be a disaster.

“Liam is my soulmate”, I began as a triumphant smile spread across Liam’s face, “But I’m pretty sure Theo is mine as well. I can feel it”

“How!? You just met me and now you have another. How does that even work!?”, he nearly yelled

Theo stood there taking it all in. Clearly this was more than he expected when he thought he would be meeting his soulmate and not his soulmate’s soulmate as well.

“Liam I’m just as confused as you are–”

“I’m not”, Theo finally said, “Everything about you feels right to me and if that means having to deal with you having another soulmate, then it’s a risk I’m willing to take, but you have to be willing to”

My heart was racing a mile a minute. Of all people, it had to be me. I’m not at all surprised either. This is what I get for complaining about the entire soulmate ordeal for so long.

“This is a lot to take in for one night. I think we should get together later or meet individually to talk this over”, I let out, “I…we need some time to think about what’s going on. It’s a lot to take in”

Theo nodded in agreement, sending a small smile my way, which didn’t go unnoticed by Liam who visibly tensed.

I grabbed my bag and made my way to the door, “Goodnight Theo. It was nice to meet you”

In two strides he was right next to me. He was absolutely beautiful. I chastised myself for thinking that way in front of my soulmate, but he was my soulmate too. A smile crept along my face as we awkwardly said our goodbyes and he left.

The moment soon ended when my eyes landed on Liam’s. A mixture of pain and agony etched his features and I was at a loss again. When I reached out to hug him, he quickly pulled himself out of my grip.

“Liam, I–”

“He needs to stay as far away from you as possible”, he coldly stated, “There I thought about it”

He brushed past me, leaving on my own.

For the next four days, Liam was attached to my hip. I had no chance of telling our friends that there was someone else destined to be apart of my life with him breathing over my shoulder the way he did. Although, I’m sure he already told Mason who undoubtedly already told Corey. The looks of pity were always being sent my way. No one noticed that Liam was staying by my side throughout the week and it wasn’t because of love and affection. It was fear and jealousy.

I knew how I felt about him and that has yet to change, but these feelings for Theo have peaked my interest. I needed to know where this was headed and why I was destined to be with the both. I can’t spend another day knowing my soulmate was here on campus and I wasn’t even allowed to utter his name.

As we sat in the cafeteria, my mind started to wonder. There was little to be known about Theo Raeken. Was his personality similar to mine? Liam? A little of both? If he was my soulmate, where did that leave Liam and I?

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)!”, Kira called


“We were asking how things are going with you and Liam”

“It doesn’t seem that bad given he hasn’t left your side for four whole days”, Lydia snickered

“Oh. We’re…we’re good”, I mumbled as Liam tensed right beside me

Lydia eyed us quizzically before giving up, “That’s good to hear”

With the knowledge of who her soulmate was, I knew this wasn’t the last I would hear of it. The direction of the conversation steered towards our plans for the upcoming Friday night, but I could care less.

Liam kept his eye on me majority of the time, while the others argued over going to the movies or bowling. I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my head as I fiddled with my necklace. It was already warm because he was right next to me. As my thoughts trailed off to Theo once more, the necklace burned hotter. Slowly, I look across the room to see Theo taking a seat not too far from us. As soon as his eyes are on mine, he gives me a small smile, then gives his undivided attention to Tracy and Josh.

I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as the butterflies in my stomach start to flutter. I just wanted to talk to him. How would anyone react if they knew who their soulmate was, but couldn’t even talk to them?

“(Y/N)? What are you doing?”, Liam asked so only I could hear

“What? I haven’t done anything”

“You’ve been staring at him this entire time!”

“Liam, I don’t know what’s going on. I told you before that I didn’t even want to meet my soulmate and now I have TWO!”, I yelled, “I didn’t ask for any of this!”

The entire room grew silent as all eyes were on me. Our friends watched in shock as I ran out the cafeteria to distance myself from Liam.

Avoiding him wasn’t that difficult, especially with Malia, Lydia, and Kira staying by my side. They walked me to class as well as to and from work just to keep Liam at bay. They wanted to know everything about my other half, but they didn’t want to push me. It’s not like I could hide it from them forever.

“You know you don’t have to come out with us tomorrow, right?”, Kira suggested

“We know you’ve had a lot on your mind lately”, Lydia chimed in

“I want to come with you guys”, I said as I unlocked my door, “I’ve had time to think about it, but I’ve been thinking about it too much. I just want to forget about it for one night”

“I have a feeling Mason will drag Liam there for the same reason”, Lydia said sending me a sympathetic smile

“I’m pretty sure I’ll be fine”

Malia sat across from me fiddling with the contents on my desk, “So (Y/N)…”

“Do you plan on asking about Theo?”

“Theo? As in Theo Raeken? He’s your other soulmate!?”, Malia nearly shrieked

“Yeah, why? Have you seen him?”

“He’s hot”, they all said in unison

We all burst out in laughter. Clearly I wasn’t the only one who noticed. I spent the next fifteen minutes explaining how I met Theo in the first place and how Liam has been ever since their encounter.

“I have no idea what I’m doing. Theo and I haven’t spoken to each other since then. I want to talk to him so bad and get to know him, but…”

“Liam”, Malia finished, “It’s because he’s afraid he might lose you. Somehow your heart belongs to the both of them”

“Of course he does, but he can’t keep her from him. It will cause problems in the end”, Lydia responded

“What kind of problems?”

“You met Theo, yet you haven’t had your time with him like you did with Liam. Remember you avoided us for days after you met?”


“It happens to all soulmates after they meet. They live in their own little bubble for a few days…weeks even. It’s a chance to get to know them better. You’ve already met Theo, yet you haven’t seen him since. It won’t be long before your chest starts burning and you’ll start having a lot of mood swings. It only worsens until you actually–”

“So that’s what that was”, I said as I gripped my chest, “It started yesterday morning, thought it was heartburn”

Lydia’s eyes widened, “What college students do you know that get heartburn?”, she sighed, “Maybe it feels that way now. Eventually, it starts to feel a lot worse. You have to work things out with Liam and talk to Theo”

Friday night finally came and I had yet to see Theo anywhere on campus. Liam decided to stay out of my way for a while. The burning sensation in my chest has slowly intensified. It’s nothing I can’t handle for another night.

“You want another round of shots?”, Scott asked as he downed his beer

I nodded excitedly.

“Alright another round of shots!”, Scott called to the bartender as all of us cheered

We spent majority of the night dancing and drinking. Even if everyone was paired off with their soulmate, I was having the time of my life…just a little. A part of me still felt lonely as I watched Kira grin from ear to ear as Scott whispered something to her.

As I downed my shot, I was already began to feel the affects of drinking all night.

“I think you’ve reached your limit (Y/N)”, I heard a familiar voice chastise me from behind

I smirked at Liam before turning my attention back to the bartender, “One more shot please”

“I didn’t think I’d catch you here tonight”

“Is that what you really thought? We have the same friends”, I said as I downed another shot

“You really should stop. You’re way past your limit”

“There you go again with telling me what to do. First, I’m not allowed to talk to Theo. Now I can’t even drink”

“I see you haven’t stopped thinking about him yet”, he scoffed

The pain in my chest intensified as I glared at Liam.

“Why would I? Whether you like it or not he’s my soulmate and I can’t change that. The longer I stay away, the more pain I’m in”, I grimaced as I grabbed my chest

It was beginning to feel unbearable.

“What are you talking about?”

“The longer I stay away from Theo, the more I–”

It felt like flames were engulfing my chest. I let out a groan and tried to make my way out the bar. Combining alcohol with being pushed away from a soulmate was going to be the death of me. I was soon regretting those final shots.

My vision began to blur as I  made it to the door and passed out in someone’s arms.

Unlike most mornings, I didn’t wake up with my face buried in a soft pillow. I managed to peel my eyes open only to realize there wasn’t a pillow insight. For some reason I was resting my head on someone’s chest. A firm chest I might add.

Whoever it was managed to get me out of the bar and away from Liam. Just as I began to panic, I finally noticed the heat from my necklace. The pain I felt in my chest the night before had vanished. I vaguely remember drinking, seeing Liam, then nothing. I didn’t recall seeing Theo that night.

Given that he’s my soulmate, I shouldn’t be this nervous to speak to him. I’ve hardly had the chance to even have a full conversation with him and here I am in his bed.

“Are you up?”, a sleepy voice asked

I nearly jumped out my skin as his voice broke the silence.

“Y–yes, I’m up”

“I’ve been awake for about an hour now. I didn’t have the heart to move you”

Silence took over yet again as pulled myself away from him and sat up with him.

“You should know that nothing happened between us. I caught you when you passed out. You were–”

“Arguing with Liam? I remember that part”, I recalled

“I was going to stay out of it and give you your space, until you started gripping your chest. I already knew what was happening because it’s been happening to me too. I thought if I kept my distance until you knew what you wanted to do, it would make it easier on the both of us, but clearly I was wrong. Seeing you go through the same pain I was going through made it so much worse. So I took you away from the party”

“Liam let you take me away?

“Let you?”, he scoffed, “He didn’t have a choice. Who knows what would have happened if we kept it up (Y/N). Even if you decide that you only want one soulmate, I’ll still do everything in my power to protect you”

I hated the thought of having to choose one soulmate over the other. Judging by the look on his face, he didn’t want me to. I don’t think I’d want to either because that would mean hurting someone and I don’t think I can deal with that.

“It is nice to finally talk to you again”, he said as his began to grin

“Me too Theo”,  I giggled, “What do we do now?”

“Clean up, eat, and talk. In no particular order”, he says as he swings his legs over the bed and makes his way to his closet

This was the moment I’ve been waiting for. Theo and I spent the entire day in his room catching up on things we never knew about each other. His confidence took me by surprise. He wasn’t too cocky, but there were many things he was so sure about.

Every time we made eye contact, my heart leapt in my chest. He sat across from me on his bed, his focus on me refusing to waiver.

Theo and I spent the next week, lasting all of fall break, together. I never thought I would ever end up feeling this way about anyone ever again. We talked about anything to came to mind. Things were easy with him, just like they were with Liam. Falling for them was so effortless.

“I don’t want this to end”, he said later that night as I grabbed my clothes

“I don’t either, but I have to catch up on my homework. I haven’t spoken to my friends in a week. That’s a long time for me”

“And Liam. You haven’t spoken to him either, he says softly

There was no malice in his voice, just understanding. He knew my heart belonged to the both of them and it didn’t even phase him.

“No, no I haven’t”

There was no doubt in my mind that Liam was losing his mind.

“Well regardless of what happens between the three of us, I’m always going to be here”

It certainly didn’t go unnoticed that he was now inches from my face, waiting for me to tell him if this was alright or not. I closed the gap between us and pushed my lips against his. He pressed my back against the door as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Our bodies were closer than before as he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

As his hands slid up my waist, he slowly pulled away. I rested my forehead on his, trying to catch my breath as he did the same. My legs moved from his waist and my feet finally touched the ground, but I was still in a daze.

“I didn’t mean for it to go that far”, he apologized

“Theo it’s fine. It’s not like I didn’t want to”

He looked me in my eyes and leaned forward once more, only for someone to knock on the door. Irritated, Theo pulled the door open and relaxed when he saw who came to visit.

“Hey Liam. I take it you need to speak with (Y/N)?”

“Uhh…yeah. I had a feeling she was still here”, Liam affirmed

I backed away from the door as Theo pulled it all the way open.

“Come on in”

Liam slowly walked into the space Theo and I occupied for the last seven days. He looked around until his eyes landed on me. Not only was he in pain, but he was confused as well. He didn’t know what to do and neither did I.

“(Y/N). How have you been?”

“I’ve been fine”

“If you’ve been having a good time, you can tell me. I do know the feeling”, he mumbled

“She’s not going to tell you that”, Theo said as he shut the door, “She doesn’t want to hurt you”

Liam sat in the chair by the desk as Theo and I sat on the bed, no where near as close as we were before.

“Are you still in pain?”, Liam questioned

He took in my expression before answering, “I overheard Lydia talking about it after you left”

“No, I’m not in pain anymore. Thanks for asking”

“I’m sorry. I’m the one that did this to you. I promise you it wasn’t my intention”

“Liam, it wasn’t you. It was because I was separated from Theo–”

“I was the reason you were separated in the first place. I was so jealous and scared that I would lose you that I never paid attention to how this would affect you in the end. The decision i made was for the both of us and never asked how you felt about it. If you want to choose him over me”, Liam paused as looked up at me, tears reaching the brim

“Then…then I’m fine with it. As long as you’re happy I’m happy”

Liam kissed me on the forehead. As he leaned over, a tear fell and touched my cheek. He walked out the room without saying another word.

Why did this have to happen to me? Liam was my first soulmate. There was this pull to him that I wouldn’t dare deny. I opened up to him in ways I couldn’t imagine. Theo may have been the second, but I understand why he was soulmate as well. In the end, I could only spend the rest of my life with one.

“I think I should give you some time alone. Come find me if you need me”, Theo softly said as he kissed my cheek and left me in his dorm

The necklace was still warm, but I didn’t dare take it off. A few minutes after he left, I walked out of the room to get as far away from campus as I possibly could. Eventually the heat from my necklace faded and it was freezing cold.

I didn’t want to repeat what I’ve already been saying to myself over and over. I just wanted to be by myself for once and not have to think about it. Ever since Liam and Theo came into my life, I haven’t had a second to myself whether it was mental or physical.

Honestly, I even with everything going on, the one person I missed the most was my mother. She always has the best advice and I should’ve called her sooner. I reached for my phone in my back pocket and was surprised to notice it wasn’t on me.

Maybe it was a sign that I needed to make my own decision or that I could just call her when I got back to campus.

Somewhere along the way, my legs grew tired and I was forced to turn around. The area became all too familiar once I lost my train of thought. As the lake Liam took me too came into view, I realized how much I needed to rest my legs so this was as good a place as any.

The sun was beginning to set when I took a seat under a tree. It was one of those few moments where I could stay in the same spot forever without moving a muscle. It was still warm out, the sun was beginning to set as crickets began to chirp, yet it never bothered me. I was at peace.

“What are you doing here?”, a familiar voice asked on the other side of the tree

“I always come here. The question is what are you doing here? You followed me?”

“Maybe”, Theo replied as if that was supposed to be a normal response, “I followed you because I wanted to talk to you about (Y/N)”

“What about her?”, Liam sighed

“I just want her to be happy, regardless of the decision she makes. In the end one of us will end up hurt, but as long as she isn’t stressing over this anymore I really don’t care. I may have only known her for a few weeks, but she means everything to me. Whoever she doesn’t choose..”

“Can’t try to get her to change her mind, but we can still be there for her like we already are”, Liam finished, “I never realized how difficult this must be for her. She didn’t want any of this and now she has to choose between TWO of us”

I looked past the tree to see Liam and Theo sitting side by side watching the river. Both of them had the same expression etched into their features: confusion.

As if a lightbulb went off in Theo’s head, he jumped to his feet with a smile spreading across his face.

“What if she didn’t have to choose?”

Liam sat still for a moment as he processed what Theo just said. I never thought of that before. I always believed there was only one soulmate per person. Maybe there was an exception. There had to be a reason why I could see myself being with both of them. The question is would they be alright with that? How would that even work out without the two of them being at each other’s throats?

“You think she would go for it?”, Liam finally responded

“There’s only one way to find out. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“We need some rules so we don’t overstep any boundaries, you know?”

“Yeah we should also–”

Theo paused as his eyes landed on me. I was so caught up in their conversation, I forgot to keep myself hidden.

“(Y/N)”, they said in unison

“How much of that did you hear?”, Theo asked

“All of it”, I answered as I moved away from the tree

Liam and Theo gave each other a fearful look, unsure of what I would say next. They were right. What’s the worst that could happen?

“These past few weeks haven’t been that easy for me and I’m sure you know why. The thought of having to choose and end up hurting one of you was torture. I knew I wouldn’t be happy with having to be with one knowing what I’ve done to the other”

“So what are you saying?”, Liam asked

“I’m saying we should give it a try. You, me, and Theo. We’ll work out the details sooner or later”, I grinned

As the shock wore off, Liam wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a hug. I felt another pair of arms wrap around me as well as I noticed Theo smiling at me.

Not too long ago, I swore off trying to find a soulmate because I thought it wasn’t for me. Then I met Liam and my whole world changed. He was all I ever wanted and I was fine with that until Theo came along and I realized how much I never wanted to be without the both of them ever again. It might not be perfect, yet it was perfect for us. We’ll figure it out because it was a risk we were willing to take.

Embarrassing Moments//Jackson Wang

Originally posted by suga-pills

Pairing: Jackson x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Everyone

Author’s Note: I just felt like updating my jackson scenarios because i haven’t done so in a while! Enoy~

xoxo Sara

“Yah, (Y/N)~” your boyfriend gently cooed to you, although you were a noticeable distance away from his grasp, “Wait up!”

“No!” you shouted out back to him, letting a giggle slip from your mouth as you walked further and further ahead, picking up your pace from a light walk to a quick jog in hopes of him not catching up to you.

“But I want to kiss you!” He shouted out on the crowded sidewalk, making you stop in your tracks as your eyes widened. You turned in the direction that he was bound to be coming from at any moment, cheeks burning a bright crimson as you caught sight of your giggling, smiling boyfriend, who was currently pushing through a crowd of people on the busy sidewalk to try and get to you.

“Jackson!” You whisper-yelled as he got to you, quickly standing up on your tippy toes and covering his mouth with your hand as you shook him softly, “Don’t say that outloud!”

“Don’t say what?” He mumbled into your hand softly, a smile evident against your palm as he pressed his lips to it, “That i want to kiss y-”

“Sh!” you hushed him, pressing your hand harder against his mouth in attempts to make him be quiet. You looked around before nodding, “Yes, don’t say exactly that!”

“Well, why not?” He asked, tilting his head at you softly while taking your hand from his lips and intertwining your fingers with his own, “Do you not want to-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you looked at him with harsh eyes, making him stop. He nodded softly, seemingly understanding your thinking without having to even speak with you.

“But…Why not?”

You sighed gently, taking his hand and swinging it in between you two while you two walked down the street. “It’s not that I don’t want to. You know I love doing that,” you whispered, walking quickly through the crowds so you could continue your private conversation, “It’s just.. A little embarrassing.”

“Why is it embarrassing?” he challenged you, watching your movements as your cheeks stayed flushed. He smiled a bit at your timidness, unable to hide how undeniably cute he thought you were, “I love kissing you, and telling you that I love you, and I think that other people deserve to know too, because you’re my wonderful jagiya and i care for you so much.”

You looked up at him, a small grin matching the one he was wearing now spreading across your face as well. He gripped your hand tightly, and his facial expression changed. You could practically see the metaphorical light-bulb light up above his head.

“In fact…” he began, picking up his pace as dragging you behind him as you two headed up a tall mountain that the tiny sidewalk lead up.

“What are you doing Jackson?” You questioned, feeling out of breath as you were practically running up the hill behind him. Somehow, he wasn’t out of breath, he wasn’t panting, and he didn’t seem like he was struggling. “Why are you not tired?”

“Your love powers me~” he hummed at you, a slight laugh following that as he looked back at you and saw the absolute disgust and cringe written all over your face. You decided to keep running, not really caring where he was taking you. He stopped short, though, causing you to bump into his back harshly, making a soft groan leave your lips.

“We’re here!” he said, reaching his arms out as you looked to the side and saw a beautiful view of the city, accompanied by a small bench that seemed to be perched on top of the hill. He took your hand, leading you to the bench while he smiled at you. He put you in front of the bench and forced you to sit on it, patting your head softly before he turned his back to you.

He took a deep breath, before screaming, “I LOVE (Y/N)!”

“Jackson!” Your voice practically matched his as you quickly stood up from your seat, going to stop him, when he began yelling it over and over.

“Jackson stop!” you shouted, a soft giggle tied to the end of your words as you hugged his waist, “I know you love me, you don’t have to tell anyone else!”

“But everyone deserves to know,” he interjected,  “That i love you, and only you. Now, I want you to scream it.”

“What?” you asked, “I never agreed to this.”

“Please?” he looked at you with his big puppy eyes, pouting out his lower lip in attempts to make you do it because he was acting all cute, “I want to hear you scream that you love me.”

You looked at him wearily, “But it’s embarrassing…”

“You’re with me,” he smiled at you, “We are going to have plenty more embarrassing moments. Let’s just get this one out of the way, shall we?”

You sighed softly, gripping him tightly and shutting your eyes, before taking a deep breath. YOu felt your cheeks burn yet again as you let yourself scream that you loved him too. Once you were finished, you looked up at him, seeing his big grin return to his face in triumph as he leaned down and gave you a quick peck.

“Now that you screamed that you lovely, i’m sure it’s fine for me to say I want to kiss you in public now.”

‘That’s my sister’ Part 4 Auston Matthews Imagine

part 3

After you recovered from Auston’s stare you quickly said goodbye to everyone and went to meet with your boss. After you were introduced to the rest of the staff, you made your way to the ice where you would be supervising morning practice. You stood behind the players bench watching the players skate around gracefully. 

Your eyes naturally fell on Auston. The way he moved was so graceful. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. Your partner Alex was saying something to you but you only heard sounds. Auston had you in a trace. Auston must have felt eyes on him because he turned around and saw you. Before you could even think about looking away, he gave you a cheeky wink. You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach and you mentally cursed yourself out for letting yourself feel this way. 

Your phone buzzed which pulled you out of your trance. Your mom had texted you asking how the job was going. You responded saying it was well and shoved your phone back in your pocket. When you looked up, you jumped back slightly. There in front of you stood a sweaty Auston Matthews. ‘I took a puck to the rib, can you check it out?’ He said with a small smirk knowing damn well what he was doing. ‘Yeah, come with me.’ You said trying not to sound affected at all.

Auston followed behind you like a lost puppy. ‘I’ve never been in this room before.’ He said taking off his practice jersey. ‘That’s a good thing.’ You mumbled turning around and getting out the stuff you needed to examine Auston to make sure he didn’t break or crack anything. When you turned around, Auston was shirtless only wearing the bottom half of his hockey gear. 

‘Like what you see?’ Auston said smirking while leaning up against the table. You rolled your eyes and walked towards him. ‘Where did it hit you.’ You said looking around his well defined core trying to spot the bruised area. ‘I didn’t get hit.’ He said grabbing your wrist and pulling you in between his legs. ‘Auston what are you doing.’ You said annoyed. ‘I just wanted to talk to you.’ He said stroking your wrist with his thumb. 

‘I’m here to do my job and that doesn’t mean-’ You couldn’t finish your sentence because you felt a pair of lips you knew so well on top of yours. You tried to pull away but Auston put his hands on your cheeks to keep you in place. You didn’t fight it. You couldn’t fight it. Fire was in your belly and you knew this was right. His lips on yours. 

Auston pulled back, his eyes closed, still inches away from your face. ‘I missed that.’ He whispered finally opening his eyes. ‘Auston it has only been a few days.’ You giggled looking into his brown orbs. He gave you a soft smile and responded ‘Why did you leave.’ He sounded so hurt, so pure. You closed your eyes and signed. ‘I didn’t want to get hurt.’ You said a tear escaping, sliding down your cheek slowly. Auston was quick to wipe it away. ‘I would never- I could never hurt you.’ He said rubbing your cheek with his thumb. 

You took a deep breath and responded, ‘I just-’. Before you could finish, you heard Alex yell your name, (Y/N)?, Coach wants an update on Matthews.’ He said. You flung back and across the room away from Auston moments before Alex stepped into the room. ‘He should be fine, just ice it.’ You said not making eye contact with either men. Auston put his shirt and gear back on and grabbed his stuff. ‘Thank you for everything (y/n).’ Auston said grazing your back lightly as he walked out. ‘Yeah.’ You said shoving your hands in your back pockets. 

‘Can you grab some gatorade chewies and bring them to the bench please?’ Alex asked before walking out. ‘Got it.’ You said before turning around and grabbing them. As soon as you walked out of the door you were pressed up against the wall. ‘We are not done talking about this.’ Auston said before sucking on your neck harshly, clearly wanting to leave a mark. His mark.

He was off of you and skating onto the ice within seconds. What the fuck is this kid doing to you. You thought as you returned to the bench.

After morning practice, Mitch asked you if you wanted to hang out at his place before the game later tonight. You agreed to hanging out with your brother and drove to his place. You got out of the car and reconized another car next to Mitch’s that belonged to the one and only, Auston Matthews. Why god, why. You groaned out loud and contemplated leaving. You wanted to see him. You let out a sigh and knocked on Mitch’s door. 

‘Sup sis?’ Mitch said opening the door and letting you in. ‘Hiya.’ You said looking around for Auston. You sat down on the couch and Mitch sat on the chair next to you. ‘Where’s Auston? I saw his car in the driveway.’ You said trying to sound as chill as possible. ‘Right here.’ Auston said on cue walking in the living room from the bathroom. Real chill. You gave Auston an awkward wave before turning back around to the TV where the NHL network was playing. 

You felt the couch dip down next to you. Not turning your head, you already knew who it was. ‘What are we watching?’ Auston said throwing his arm behind the couch nonchalantly. ‘I was just about to go take a quick nap before the game, maybe facetime Steph.’ Mitch said yawning before standing up and walking towards his room. Thanks a lot Mitch. 

You felt eyes burn into you so you turned and came face-to-face with Auston. ‘Hi.’ You squeaked. ‘I’m sorry we got interrupted earlier, I want-’ You were interrupted again by his lips on yours. A short but yet powerful kiss. ‘I’m sorry, I’ve been wanting to do that since you got here.’ He said staring into your eyes. You blushed and looked down, avoiding his gaze. 

‘Please continue.’ He said tilting your chin up with his finger. ‘You don’t want what I want.’ You said quietly. ‘You know what I want?’ He said teasingly wiggling his eyebrows. You signed and rolled your eyes. ‘See? That’s what I mean, all you want is my body and that’s not what I want from you.’ You said getting frustrated. ‘Oh, so you don’t want my body?’ He said chuckling. ‘I’m not doing this.’ You said getting up off of the couch. A strong hand gently pulled you back down. 

‘I’m sorry, I just- it’s just-…look (y/n), I like you, a lot, and it is scaring the hell out of me. I’ve never really been one to be in a relationship so I guess I just don’t know how to do it. I don’t want to mess it up with you.’ He said looking down playing with your fingers. You sighed lightly and picked his head up with your hand. ‘I like you too.’ You said smiling before pressing a light kiss to his mouth. ‘So can we try this then?’ He said looking back in forth between your eyes looking for an answer. ‘I’d like that.’ You responded smiling. 

Sorry it took so long to update:( Part 5 is coming soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!