Summary:[part 2] You’re a Shelby, born between Ada and Finn. You’re not into the family business and spend most of your time as a nurse at a local hospital. Your brothers respect your distance as you try not to get caught in Peaky Blinders business. The Peaky Blinders and Alfie Solomons have been in an alliance for years. Thomas and the rest do something that might make them lose the alliance. To reassure Alfie that they’re honorable, Alfie suggests an alliance by marriage.
Imagine: Jupiter townies jumping you, while you were on your way to meet Jimmy.
Not my GIF.
Jimmy paced impatiently around the main tent. It was a gorgeous Sunday afternoon on the Freak Show grounds. He was expecting Y/N for a swim in the lake. He checked his watch for the hundredth time. It was 2 O'clock. Y/N was late. By an hour and a half to be exact.
“Stupid,” he thought. Maybe she’d finally gotten with someone of her own kind. Jimmy shook the thought away immediately. He knew damn well that she was crazy about him. Loved the way he’d lead her around the grounds with a proud hand around her waist. She’d press her chin on his shoulder as she’d glance up at him.
“Well, I’m afraid that’s what this is about.” She motioned for him to follow. Not really saying much besides, Dell found her on the side of the road. He wasn’t sure what to expect. Not that he had much time to speak. His heart was ready to beat straight out of his chest. He certainly wasn’t expecting to see what he did.
Desiree had her arms wrapped around Y/N in a tight embarrassed. Swaying back and fourth, shushing her softly. “We’re gonna fix you up, right as rain. You’ll see.”
She was covered in dirt smudges and scrapes. Her hair, once long and beautiful. Her silky strands used to reach in between her shoulder blades. It was mangled and butchered at uneven lengths. Her split lip quivered as her gaze met Jimmy’s. It was clean that along with the new do, she’d been roughed up.. It were eyes that killed him the most. Puffy with traces of fear written all over them.
“What happened,” he said putting a hand gently on her face.
She sniffled and hid her face in her hands. “Some townies caught me on the way here. And they-they cut my hair,” she whimpered.
Jimmy didn’t bother asking why. It was an unwritten rule of Jupiter. If you associate with freaks. You’d pay the price. They did it because she was in love with a freak like him.
Guilt racked his entire being as he held her face in his hands. He had to fight the rage that threatened to split him in two. “I’m gonna find the guys that did this okay? And when I do-”
“Dells already in town,” Ethel said grimly. An understanding washed over the quiet caravan. The strong man always got his man.
Jimmy sank down into the couch and pulled Y/N close to his chest.
“See? He’s gonna get em. And I promise, no one’s gonna touch you again,” he mumbled as he kissed her temple.
She nodded and kissed his shoulder lightly before laying her head down.
“They messed up one thing though,” he smiled lightly.
“What?” She stiffened and craned her neck up.
“You’re still beautiful,” he grinned. “If their goal was to take that away from you, I’d say they didn’t get the job done.”
“Shut up,” she muttered. She turned her head away to hide her rosy cheeks. Coaxing blushes onto her cheeks was one of Jimmy’s favorite things. There was no real sport in it. She was naturally bashful anyways.
“I mean it,” he playfully growled. “You’ll always be the most beautiful girl in the world.”
I think the reason I like fanfics is because I already know the world and character so the story can start straight into the action (sort of) without any of the boring introduction stuff. Idk, just my thoughts.
petition for fanfics to not always include the societal norm??? what about tall girls? short guys? girls with short hair? guys with long hair? naturally curly haired people? freckles? acne?? tummys? people of color???? no offense but fanfics are made to place the reader into a story, but we aren’t actually placed in if 98% of fanfics contain white girls who are short with straight hair and perfect skin or white guys with abs, who are tall and have short hair and a perfect smile. it’s boring and uncreative.
Warnings: Small mentions of a previous unstable house/ parents
Request: Can u do a imagine where molly introduces the reader (y/n) to George and she’s trying to get them to be a couple and it’s really fluff idk If u understand me English isn’t my first language sorry love your imagines
A/N: I’m gonna probably do a part two if y'all want me to continue this young love / slow burn that’s melting my heart as i write it!!!
Imagine: wandering into the woods alone, only to get hurt. Insult to injury? He was off taking care of Bella, again.
Not my GIF.
(Not bashing Bella, necessarily. She just always struck me as a selfish character. Even if she doesn’t realize it.)
Y/N was Jacob’s imprint. She came at the most inconvenient time. When Bella needed Jacob the most. Being the stubborn being he was, he fought it. Resentment turned to acceptance. Acceptance turned to like. To everyone else, they were on their way to falling in love. Jake was easy to fall for when he wasn’t brooding. Even so, she was drawn to him like a moth to flame. She cared about him in every sense of the word. Every fault and flaw. But, Bella. Bella was a hard habit to kick now that she was without The Cullens.
It was hard to come to a ballance. Y/N was his moon all of his stars. His partner for life. However, guilt racked him. He still had and invisible tether to Bella. It didn’t necessarily please Sam. “Jacob. You need to get your priority straight.” When it came down to brass tax, Bella’s vulnerability played on Jake’s guilt complex. He didn’t mean to always choose her. But he usually did.
This Saturday was like any other. He was at Bella’s house working on her bike while Bella observed and they both chatted. She seemed happier. More color to her face. While a few months ago, he would’ve given anything to be with her. Now, he just wanted her to be happy and out of harm’s way. Little by little, he lost focus on the Bike and Bella’s words. He dropped his tool in defeat. He felt itchy. His whole body tingled with a feeling he couldn’t put his finger on. Something just didn’t feel right. His head began to spin. The buzzing in his pocket brought him back to reality.
A solitary text from Sam. “Y/N was put in the hospital. Get her, ASAP.”
Without a word, he got in his car and tore out of there. His hands shook as he navigated his was to the hospital. It was all a blur. The driving. The parking. Even running through the halls to get to her. It wasn’t until he ran into same, he felt present.
“She was alone in the woods. And got bit by a snake. A rattler. Embry heard her scream and got her help.”
Jacob’s chest heaved with more emotion that he thought possible. Anger. Guilt. Confusion. Worry. Why was she in those woods alone? He warned her over and over, not to go alone. He was worried about the parade of blood suckers that always seemed to come in and out of the area. But he hid that worry under warning of bears and the occasional moose. She’s just wrinkle her nose and smirk. “Oh, quit worrying you old woman,” she’d tease.
“He thinks she accidentally over turned a rock and disturbed it,” he continued. “You’re lucky he was on patrol. She was calling for you, Jake. Anyways, she’s alright. Should be going home tomorrow.”
Wordlessly he inched in the room. She had oxygen hooked up to her nose. She looked pale, even against the stark white hospital sheets. Her bangs were plastered to her sweaty forehead. Jacob sank into the chair beside her and slid it close. He placed her hand against his lips.
Her eyes cracked opened, meeting his gaze.
“How’re you feeling?” He quietly asked.
She gently cleared her throat and swallowed. “Tired. Really sore.”
She looked like she was due for a ten year nap.
“Why were you in the woods?” His stare was piercing.
She weakly shrugged. “I-I was gonna pick some blueberries. It was really pretty out today. I thought it’d be a good day for it. You were with Bella, like always,” She said grimly. “I’m sorry…”
He sighed and shook his head. “No, I’m sorry. I know I’ve been spending a lot of time with Bella. When, I should be spending a bit more time with you.”
She averted his gaze. “I know she’s really important to you.” The following silence told Jake all he needed to know. It bothered her more than she let on. But she cared about his happiness enough to swallow down any resentment.
“And that’s no really excuse. Because I care about you more.” His grip on her hand tightened.
“So, you don’t like her still?” Her voice was filled with doubt and insecurity.
Jacob leaned over the bed to cup her face. “No, not like that.” His calloused thumb stroked her cheek. He peeled the covers back and eased himself into bed with her. He carefully wrapped his arms around her and held her to his chest. “In fact, I’m pretty in love with you,” he said shakily. She’d never seen Jacob nervous before. “Ever since I saw you, in that coffee shop. Just one look in your eyes and I know. I’m-I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you. If anything happened to you… ” He kissed the top of her head. “I couldn’t handle it. Not hearing your laugh. Seeing your smile. Listening to you sing along with the radio, when you think I’m not paying attention. I love you, Y/N.” She laid there listening to the pounding of his heart. Sleep weighed her eyelids down as they fluttered. She wasn’t sure if this was a fever dream or reality. All she knew, this was the safest she’d felt all day.
This is for @ilostmyshoe-79‘s SPN-Sutra challenge! The position I received was “Him on his knees performing oral sex on her while she stands.” As you will read, I did a slight variation on this because, it’s Crowley and why not.
Crowley x Reader
a/n: Oh gosh, my first published smut. Please forgive me if it’s awful!! Feedback appreciated <3
Warnings: SMUT OMG SMUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Oral Sex; Female Receiving
Summary: You witness Crowley using his demon powers for the first time and get very intrigued.
Since people keep asking so here is a list of my favorite fics (all Larry) I have bolded the MUST READS!
Gods & Monsters - (on ao3) The instructions were simple: seduce and destroy Harry Styles. Not once did they discuss the option of Louis actually falling in love. So, naturally, that’s exactly what he did.
Marking Up the Atmosphere - (on ao3)
That, and the job of raising his six year old daughter and avoiding the charm of a young, successful, and very off-limits Louis Tomlinson.
So grab your passport and my hand - (on ao3)
The one in which Louis plays football and Harry sings a lot, and somehow that means they’re meant to be. They’ll figure it out soon enough.
The Finish Line (Is a Good Place for us to Start - (on ao3)
Louis Tomlinson, one-time Formula 1 World Champion, is looking forward to the 2013 season. He’s got Zayn in his garage and Liam in his ear, he’s got Cowell Racing backing him despite former indiscretions, he’s got experience and the best race car out there. Not to mention he’s the only racer they have, after Oliver dropped out late last year.
Love is a Rebellious Bird - (on ao3)
AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who “has made Mozart cool again” according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.
As You Are - (on ao3) AU. Five years after The X Factor launched his career as a radio host and songwriter, Louis Tomlinson returns as a judge. Falling for a contestant is the last thing he needs. It’s also against his contract.
Into the Blue - (on ao3)
AU. In which Louis is Harry’s scuba instructor and quite happy to provide the requested special treatment, pun fully intended. It can’t be all that difficult to convince Harry that they’re on the same page, right? Also, Niall and Liam may or may not be dating, and Zayn is surrounded by emotionally stunted idiots. He bears it with dignity.
Another Hazy May - (on ao3)
louis is a terrible poet and harry lives in the now and they have six weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. bookshop meets military meets summer romance au ft. marlboros, the backstreet boys, and underrated literary devices.
We are Honey and the Bee - (on ao3)
au where harry plays rugby at uni, louis needs to hire a nanny, and life is one big cliche.
Don’t Look Down - (on ao3)
AU. In which Louis is a solicitor at one of London’s most prestigious law firms and Harry happens to apply for the position as his trainee. And everyone else is around, too.
Baby Heaven’s in your Eyes - (on ao3)
Or a sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that’s the last (and maybe the only) thing they need.
You You You - (on ao3)
Or, the one where Harry and Louis meet at a club and Louis takes Harry home, only for him to realize that the boy who just made him breakfast half naked is Harry Styles from One Direction.
And Then a Bit - (on ao3)
Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.
Young & Beautiful - (on ao3)
Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.
Pull me Under - (on ao3)
AU. As the first British footballer to come out at the prime of his career, it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term, committed relationship. Even if that relationship is fake. (Featuring Niall as Louis’ favourite teammate, Liam as Louis’ agent, and Zayn as Liam’s boyfriend, who just happens to be good friends with one Harry Styles.)
Truth be Told (I Never Was Yours) - (on ao3)
(or the one where Louis and Harry have a complicated past, Louis is getting married to someone that’s not Harry, and the universe has decided to have a laugh and make Harry the wedding planner.)
We’re Okay - (on ao3) It’s funny, really, that their lives hadn’t intercepted before that point. That all it took was one little thing that set off a chain reaction of circumstances which led them all to each other. But it was for the best, really, because in the end, with each other, they were all okay.And if you asked them, the whole thing could be blamed on Liam sleeping in, for once in his life.
May You Enjoy Your New Life - (on ao3) It begins for them all at the bungalow –'Alright, time to lay out the cards. We’re in this together and hopefully, for the long haul, yeah? So I think – you know, we should just be honest. It’s deal-breakers time. That thing that like, if we’re gonna hate you or something, just tell us all now.’
No One Does it Better - (on ao3)
Harry’s an alcoholic and Louis is a bartender. The first time they meet isn’t the first time they’ve met.
Without the Bitter, the Sweet isn’t as Sweet - (on ao3)
A year after One Direction’s fiery break-up, Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles are thrown together as they face the unwanted task of a reunion concert. As their lives become intertwined once again, past wounds and secrets will resurface as they struggle to deal with the unexpected turn of events.
Learning to Breathe - (on ao3)
He’s playing football at one of the top universities in England and he should love everything about his life right now, but instead he’s moving backwards. How does your past fit into your present? Louis is still figuring it out.
Empty Skies - (on ao3) For three years, Harry has been running from his past. Now, he is moving to London and pledges to fulfil his only dream – making it big in the music industry. Not everyone has a place, though, and the competition is tough. As is his past catching up on him.Louis is part of the biggest boy band of the world, and getting there had meant a lot of hard work, as well as sacrificing parts of his heart and soul. He’s still happy. Maybe not as happy as he could be, but who is he to complain?
Smoke & Mirrors - (on ao3)
Every time anyone joked about Louis and Harry’s close bond, calling them ‘boyfriends’ or whatnot, it caused a fluttering feeling in the pit of Harry’s stomach. He wasn’t sure what it meant. He hadn’t really thought of Louis too much in a romantic sense. They were friends – really good friends. But there was something about it. Harry loved Louis almost more than he loved any other human being on the planet. He loved him so much. They were the best of friends. Harry supposed the feeling derived from that. He wasn’t sure. He just knew he probably wouldn’t make it in life without Lou in it.
Pairings:Dean x sister!winchester, Sam x sister!winchester, John x daughter!winchester (mentioned)
Warnings:Heavy drinking, being drunk, angst, swearing, unhappiness, arguments, fluff, more angst!!!
Summary~With Sam having just left the family business to go to college, the Winchester family is a bit shaken. Dean, Y/N, and John deal with this difficult situation the best they can, but can the family business really go on without one of the esteemed members, Sam Winchester?
After more than a full day of driving, you finally came to a stop. You’d driven from Montana, just because you could, after hot wiring some poor bastard’s car. When Dean had started calling you, it took you a long time to decide whether you should answer or not. Eventually, after 7 ignored calls in a row, you decided to message him, just to give him some peace of mind.
But, of course, Dean wouldn’t take any less than a phone call. He continued to call you and kept calling and calling and calling, until you had to change your ringtone because it was driving you crazy. You decided it would be easier to just call Dean back- after all, 20 repeats of Led Zeppelin’s ‘Immigrant Song’ would be enough to send anyone into a bubble of unadulterated fury.
“What, Dean?” you spat down the phone.
“Would you look at this! The princess has finally given us a moment of her precious time!” Dean mocked, his voice crackling through the flip phone.
Anger began to bubble in your veins. “What do you want?”
“I want you to get back here. Now,” he growled.
“Well, I’m afraid that’s not going to be happening, Dean. Leave me alone,” you wearily sighed.
“Well, Y/N, I’m afraid that the world doesn’t revolve around you! Haul your ass back here, right now.”
The hairs on the back of your neck bristled in fury. “Go to hell, Dean,”
A chilling silence filled the air. “Do I need to call dad?”
“Do whatever you want,” you stated as you hung up the phone. “Fuck!” you cried under your breath and threw your phone across the street with vigour.
Painfully, you swallowed the lump in your throat and bit back tears. You didn’t know what to do. Shaking your head, your Y/E/C eyes full of tears, you made your way to the local bar. You were going to drink the pain away; it was the only thing you thought would make you feel better. It was a terrible choice. By 20, you were going to be an alcoholic. But who cared, right? You were probably going to die young; hunters never live long lives.
If Sam had been here, he would’ve calmed you down, comforted you. Told you that it was just one argument- you could fix it. And then you’d eat whatever sweet junk food was in the fridge and watch crappy TV together (even though you were supposed to be doing research), whilst Dean and John went hunting. Sam would’ve known exactly what to do. After all, isn’t that what big brothers were meant to do? To look after the youngest siblings, make sure nothing harms them, and above all, to never let them down?
Perhaps that was just wishful thinking. Obviously, Sam didn’t care. That was why he left, wasn’t it? Because he didn’t care about his family enough. He cared too much about leaving the life, borderline obsessing over it. And then, he left with a bang, without a single look in your direction. He just… left for college.
Sam let you down. And then he didn’t respond to any of your calls. Or messages. Your 19-year-old brother tried to run from his past, and he did that by forgetting about family- the most important thing in your lives.
You had to stop thinking about it or you were going to start crying. Slowly, you slid into one of the stools at the bar table. You didn’t even remember getting in the bar. “Bartender,” you signalled as the young man sauntered over, “What can you give me that’ll make it difficult to walk after an hour?”
He chuckled, joy dancing in his almond eyes. “Rough night?”
You smiled weakly. “How’d you tell?”
Piercing blue eyes met yours. “Intuition. Can I see some ID before you try to drown yourself in your sorrows?” he smiled.
“Of course, no problem at all,” you whipped “Karen Giles’” driver’s license out of your black leather jacket.
The kind man examined the fake ID thoroughly. “So, Karen. Your 21st birthday today, huh? And you’re spending it getting wasted in a bar?”
You grab his tie and pull him forward roughly until your lips reach his ear. “Stop asking annoying questions and bring me some vodka.”
You let go and he blushes beetroot red. “Com- coming right up,”
3 hours later and approximately 3 large bottles of strong alcohol later, you slumped over onto the bar table, babbling to yourself. It was almost midnight, and you were nowhere near finished with your first time drinking yourself into oblivion.
“Hey, Gary? Bartonker, I mean, Bartenk- Bart! That’s a great name for you, Gary. I’m ‘unna gall you Bart from now on.”
Gary rolled his eyes. “Do you have anyone I can contact? I think you’ll need some help getting home,”
Fear flitted across your features. “Don’t call Dean.”
Gary brought his fingers up to his brow, squinting as though in pain. “Alright, listen, Karen. I’m gonna call my friend Sam to pick you up. He’s nice, I promise. He won’t hurt you, alright?”
“Uh huh,” you mumbled already half-asleep.
Sam had been just about to go to sleep after an intense late-night studying session, when he recieved a call from his buddy Gary asking for Sam’s help. Instantly, Sam’s instincts kicked in. “What’s going on, Gary?”
“Nothing much man, don’t worry. Listen, there’s this girl here at the bar who’s absolutely smashed. I can’t find any contacts on her, and I can’t just leave her here, so I was wondering if you could, you know…” Gary rambled on.
Sam relaxed. “You want me to give her a place to crash?”
“Yeah, man. If you don’t mind.”
“Yeah, no problem. I’ll be there in 10.”
Once Sam reached the bar, he entered quickly, wanting to get this over and done with, “Hey, man. Where is she?”
Gary walked up to Sam, handing him the keys to the bar. “I put her on the couches. Lock up, would ya? And give me those keys back tomorrow, alright?”
“Sure, Gary. See you,” Sam searched for the girl.
When he found her, his heart stopped cold. Their eyes met, and Sam froze.
“For the last time, Winston. I-I just don’t date. I’ve got other things to focus on.”
He’s seen her around town. Usually toting an armful of books. Dally thought she was beautiful, albeit a little nerdy. When he asked her to the movies, he wasn’t expecting a no. He’s been at this for weeks. The rejection only made him like her more. He couldn’t understand it.
He leaned on wall casually and sighed. “Ya know, I could be the perfect distraction.” She rolled her eyes at his less than coy approach.
“Hey wait,” he said gently tugging at her arm. “I-I promise. I just want to take you out and show you a good time. I’ll have you home early. Shit, I’ll even help you study instead if ya want. I’m not real good at this. But, I’d like to hang out.”
The vulnerability in his voice about did her in. She’s bit her lip nervously and nodded. “I uh. There’s a meteor shower tonight. I was um. I was gonna bring my telescope out to the edge of town. You can’t really see the meteor shower in city limits, ya see. Do you wanna come with?” She asked nervously.
This wasn’t his scene. This wasn’t his scene at all.
“Sure,” he nodded.
She blushed and wrinkled her nose. “I know it’s pretty silly, but it’s gonna be beautiful tonight.”
Imagine: Being at a panel, for Comic Con, for the latest movie AHS you co-starred with your boyfriend, Evan Peters.
Between going to different states for Comic Con, getting rushed for makeup, sleeping as much as you both could your hotel rooms, you have not had hardly any alone time with Evan. You were about sick this as you leaned over to him “We are never, ever, EVER, doing this again, only 1. Not a whole tour of them,” “This is fucking ridiculous,” He muttered to you, while smiling and handing a signed, Quicksilver flyer to a fan “Thank you!” He exclaimed, while waving to them. “ This is the last one we have to do,” He whispered to you, resting his chin on your shoulder for a brief moment. He was so exhausted, just as exhausted as you were.
The signings stopped, and it was time to answer the fan questions. You looked down the line at most of our cast being here, and looking equally drained as he and you were, Sarah Paulson, hardly being able to keep herself awake, was wearing sunglasses. “Fuck she is so smart, why didn’t I think of wearing sunglasses.” You said inside your head, wishing whole heartedly you had done the same to hide how tired you were. You looked at Evan, his face scruffy, the dark circles around his eyes, he still was so handsome, and you just wished you had some time alone with him where we weren’t running to the bed, for sleep. You wanted to have one erotic, night while on the road. You innocently touched his leg, and he looked at you, resting his chin on his propped up hand. You started getting asked questions about the newest season, each person asking us all different things. My mind wandered to my hand, forgetting I had left it on his leg. As he answered some questions an idea popped into my dirty mind. The huge table cloth that laid on the table, laid out with the advertisement for American Horror Story, covered any view of underneath. As he spoke, and talked about the show, I let my fingers get closer, to the crotch of his pants, until I cupped my hand over it. He cleared his throat into the microphone, his breath hitching. “Sorry about That, I have a cold,” He said with a chuckle, before smoothly, grabbing my hand and moving it off his dick. Evan was never any fun, he was affectionate, but he was very reserved to sex or anything related remaining private. He got uncomfortable even talking about it, unless he was drunk. After the attention went to someone else he whispered in my ear “What the fuck are you doing?” He said, annoyance in his voice. I shrugged, “I wanted to have some fun, you might like it,” I said, letting my lips graze on his ear. He shook his head “No, I will not risk getting caught doing that.” I pouted my lips at him “Y/N, no.” I now started to feel bad for touching him without his consent to do so, and turned my head away from him, trying not to cry, completely changing my tone when a question came to me. I began to talk about my character development in my current role, and describing the personality she had, and if I liked having a relationship with Evan Peters on and off screen. Which I did love, even if I wanted to just go home and hide my head in embarrassment from him rejecting my attempts at doing something different. He could tell I was getting upset, and sighed deeply, this time putting his hand on my thigh as reassurance. Letting his thumb rub my skin freely. “I’m sorry for hurting your feelings,” He whispered in my ear after my turn for questions passed “I am running on almost no sleep, I know it’s not an excuse, I know that you and me haven’t had much time to ourselves, and you’re just trying to make up for that.” He whispered, giving my thigh a gentle squeeze. I nodded and he placed my hand back on his thigh. I have him a confused look, he shrugged and then continued on listening to everyone’s conversations, laughing along side the panel, and crowd with something Kathy Bates had said. I moved my hand up his leg again, this time teasing the outside of crotch with my fingers. He then nervously moved his hand up my skirt, touching the outside of my panties gently with his index finger, making me twitch in my chair. He chuckled without looking at me. He pulled my left inner thigh, gently pulling it towards him to get me to spread my legs, I looked around to see if anyone was noticing and scooted closer to the table and closer to Evan. He moved his hand closer up my thigh, while I pressed my palm down, on the hardness that was building in his jeans, he moved my panties aside, as I felt his dick move in his pants. He gently touched the outer folds of me, That I had shaven smooth, before gently spreading them apart, and petting my center with 2 fingers, trying to avoid anyone seeing his arm was moving and making it appear that he just had his hand in my lap. His responses to questions, sounded less clear now, and he had to take more time to answer. His excitement, was evident by how hard he was through his jeans, his dick pressing hard against the material, begging me to be unleashed from its clothed prison. He pulled his hand from Me, and I from him as the panel was over, all of us hurrying to get back to our hotel for sleep. “Jesus, what a nightmare, I’m going to go get drunk and pass out,” Commented Sarah as she patted my back and walked past us. “She does have a good idea,” I said with a laugh. Evan laughed awkwardly, and gestured down “That was my plan you can’t just do that to me,” He said with a smile and grabbed my hand, going back to our room to finish what we had started. We got in, and Evan’s awkwardness faded immediately now that we were alone. I went to go to the rest room, before pulling me back out. “I just have to take a shower really quick, I promise I will be fast,” Evan rolled his eyes and sighed, still with a massive, rock hard, erection. “Fine,” He huffed before laughing and walking out. I started the shower and made sure I smelled wonderful, and not like sweat. I closed my eyes and lathered my hair with shampoo, massaging my scalp and letting the warm water blanket over my bare skin. I went as quickly as possible, wrapping myself in a towel, and used another towel to wrap my damp hair. The door opened behind me, to show him standing there. I looked at him through the mirror and smiled at him. He walked up from behind Me, and kissed the back of my neck, and down my to back, between my shoulder blades. My body reacted to the long desired attention I so desperately needed from Evan, my sending shivers, and goosebumps all over me. Evan kept kissing my skin, peppering my neck, back, and shoulders with them, biting, and sucking my skin along with the kisses. A small moan escaped my lips, while I closed my eyes, his hand wrapping around to my throat, and the other hand grabbing my hip, pulling it closer to him, so that I could feel his hardness against me. I arched my back in response, pushing back against him, him digging his fingers harder into my hip. He swiftly undid his pants without taking off his shirt. I heard the buckle of his pants dangle down, his pants staying on his hips with just his hard, length exposed. I kept my towel on, as he pulled one of my legs up onto the vanity of the sink, to make it easier to thrust into me. I felt his fingers at my entrance, spreading me open, preparing me. He tested my wetness, his breath catching as he let his 2 fingers go into me, moving slowly, in and out. He took them out, and rubbed my wetness all over my opening, and my clit. Rubbing his hand in circles this time. He moved his fingers faster while doing this, making me moan out louder this time, my body twitching, which he loved watching how wild he could make me. He stopped his hands, before pushing the towel I still had on, up above my ass, placing himself at my opening, lining himself up with Me, teasing me with the head. He first moved it around, and over my clit, and my outter folds, watching my body react to it, screaming for him, aching for him to puncture me with his hard, dick. He then finally thrust into me. Filling him with every inch, slowly. Both of us, letting out a deep sigh. I wrapped myself, tightly around him, his breath hitched, as he stayed still for a moment. He began to pick up his pace, snatching the towel off of my head and tossing it, before grabbing onto my hair, being gentle since my hair was wet, his grasp not as tight. He movements became harder, and quicker, making loud slaps as our skin collided together, echoing throughout the bathroom. He then pulled my leg down, and turned me around to sit facing him. He looked Me up and down, his eyes lustful, rubbing my lips with his thumb before kissing me passionately. He pulled his shirt off, and tossed it, loosening his jeans enough to allow them to fall off his hips and around his ankles. He grabbed my towel, and tugged at it, letting it fall to my sides on the vanity, he pulled my legs further apart, and then thrusted back into Me, his movements immediately harder and more rough. He locked his lips with mine, moving his tongue over mine, fighting it for dominance. He kissed over my jaw, and my neck, sucking on the middle of my neck. I began to slightly move my hips towards him, pushing back against his movements, making it harder, both of us moaning now into each one. He hungrily kneaded on my breasts, taking my nipples between his fingers and tugging at them gently. He moved his hand between us, rubbing my clit with his thumb, faster and faster, and making his movements harder into me. He watched me, as my body began to involuntarily move, twitch, and seize up. I began to moan louder the closer I got to my climax, grabbing onto his shoulder and digging my nails into him. I threw my head back, moaning loudly, as I finished on his cock, my vision became blurry for a moment, as I felt myself go light headed. My fingers and toes tingling. Wrapping myself tightly around him, causing him to finish inside me immediately, we both stopped to catch our breath, letting our heart rates go back to normal. Now I was REALLY tired, as he. He lazily kissed me before he stepped out of his pants around his ankles and walked over to the bed. I closed the black out curtains since it was still day time, but since we had a break tomorrow, we should sleep as much as possible. I followed his leaad and got into the bed with him naked, he pulled me over to him, wrapping his arm around Me, laying my head on his bare chest, both of us quickly slipping into sleep.
Pairings:Dean x sister!winchester, Sam x sister!winchester
Warnings: arguing, being drunk, ANGST
Summary~With Sam having just left the family business to go to college, the Winchester family is a bit shaken. Dean, Y/N, and John deal with this difficult situation the best they can, but can the family business really go on without one of the esteemed members, Sam Winchester?
You couldn’t believe it. Sam Winchester, your big brother, was standing in front of you; he was right there! You almost started laughing.
“Y/N?” Sam asked in disbelief.
You sunk further into the couch. “Sam! I didn’t know you liked bars,” you were noticeably slurring your words, and Sam started to worry. Why were you in California, and why were you absolutely wasted?
“Hey Sam,” joy glinted in your Y/E/C eyes, “Did you know that cucumbers are fruit?”
“Uh, no, I didn’t- Y/N, What are you doing here?” he asked, a tinge of annoyance entering his stance.
Your bubbly drunk persona melted away. “No offence, Sam, but it’s not really your problem. I came here to get away from family, not to find another branch of it. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to my car,” you stumbled away from Sam and almost immediately fell flat on your face. “Urgh…”
“Y/N, you can’t drive in this state!” Sam instantly ran to your side, helping you up.
“Supposedly, I can’t do anything at all, because I’m too young and weak!” you cried.
Sam helped you to your feet. “What? Y/N, what are you talking about?”
You snorted. “Nothing bad.” The argument you’d had with Dean suddenly dropped all it’s weight onto your shoulders, and your features twisted in sadness immediately. “Well, nothing life-threatening.”
And of course Sam, being your ex-best friend/brother, understood instantly. “Oh. You had another fight with Dean, huh?”
“Yeah,” you mumbled, averting your gaze.
“Alright,” Sam announced, standing to his full, intimidating height, “Come on, bug. I’ll take you to my apartment, and I’ll call De-”
“No!” you stood suddenly, panic rushing through your veins. “You can’t- Don’t call Dean.”
Sam raised his eyebrows and folded his arms. “So, you still shy away from any conflict like it’s a disease, huh?”
“That’s not true,” you murmured and fell back into your seat on the comfy couch, “I just… I don’t want to talk to Dean.”
“Uh, huh.” Sam clicked his tongue. “Well, I was gonna let you come crash at my apartment until morning anyway, how does that sound?”
“Yeah, alright.” you stared at Sam, noticing something strange. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Your head tilted and your eyebrows furrowed as you fell deeper into thought.
“What is it? Y/N?”
Your face shifted from confusion to mischievousness comically fast. “I forgot how tall you were, Sammy,” you began to giggle, “You’re like a giant moose! Moo!”
Sam sighed. “Yeah, I forgot how difficult you got when you were drunk,” he picked you up, “Come on, bug. Let’s go.”
As soon as Sam held you, your eyes started to droop with drowsiness. Sam secured you as you rested your heavy head on his chest. He stepped outside into the cold. Sam thought about how complicated his entire life was, and how much pain it caused him and his family just so he could leave. He knew that he had most likely ruined his relationships with Y/N and Dean- He wasn’t too worried about dad- John was never much of a father, anyway. He walked towards his car, then placed you in the passenger seat. “Just wait here a second, Y/N, I have to go lock up, okay?”
You yawned, sleep’s gentle arms pulling you into dreamland. “Okay, Sammy.”
You saw him smile bitterly as he closed the car door, and then you were out cold.
Eventually, you came to, but not in a room you recognised. The bed was not yours, and it smelt nothing like Dean or the crappy motel rooms you spent eternities in. Why couldn’t you remember anything from last night? Oh God, you didn’t get kidnapped, did you? A bright light filtered through the blinds, burning your eyes. You looked around the bedroom to find pictures of Sam with people you didn’t recognise. Was this Sam’s room? Were you… in Stanford? Your memories began to return to you, like a trickling stream finding it’s way back to the ocean.
So you’d slept through the entire night, since Sam had found you in the bar. A digital clock on a bed stand was brought to your attention, informing you that it was almost 5pm, and you’d slept the entire day away. You groaned lowly as a throbbing sensation grew stronger, emanating from your skull. You brought your fingers to your temples, trying to massage away the pounding above your ears.
“Regretting last night’s decisions already?” Sam appeared in the doorway, with a mug in his hands.
“Don’t make me hit you, Sam,” you muttered.
He chuckled, a sound that made you feel happy and whole, as if nothing was wrong. As if he’d never left.
“Here, take this,” Sam handed you a few pills and a steaming hot coffee. He set the tray down on the bed stand and pushed a few of your stray hairs behind your ear. You smiled at him in thanks and drank your mixture of medicine and caffeine.
“So, what’s going on? Why did you run away?” concern flooded into Sam’s features.
“Dean was being a pig.” you stated.
“Like always, then?” Sam raised an eyebrow.
“More than usual, big brother,” you took a sip of your coffee. “I really missed you, Sammy. Things have been… tough without you.”
Sam looked away. “I’m sure you’ve all been dealing fine. After all, I was always the weakest link. Dad was probably glad I left so easily.”
You shot Sam a dirty look. “You know that’s not true, Sam. You’ve been gone a year, but it feels like a hundred. We need you back, Sammy. Helping people.”
Sam shook his head. “It’s not what I want to do,”
“It’s what you’re meant to do, Sam,” you murmured.
“This is exactly why I stopped talking to you all. You’ll just try and drag me back into the life! Well, guess what, I don’t want to hunt anymore. Get that through your thick skull,” he growled.
Anger started to bubble in your stomach. “So, what, you just wanna live some white fence, 2 and a half kids, apple pie life? You want to abandon your family? You want to leave innocent people to monsters? That’s not you, Sam.”
“You don’t know anything about me.” Sam snarled.
“Right. It’s not like I lived with you for 17 years!” you shrieked. Tears clawed their way down your face, leaving permanent stains on your soul. “You shouldn’t have brought me here.”
Sam’s shoulders tensed. “I’ll go call Dean.” He walked away.
You just couldn’t do anything right. First, you pushed away your eldest brother, who’d always looked after you. Now, you pushed away your second brother, simply because you held onto your past memories too tightly. The only thing you could do properly was hunting and hurting others. You stood from the bed, wiped your tears away, and collected all your things. Sam and Dean were only going to make you feel worse.
Staying with Dean was a bad idea; you couldn’t stay with Sam unless you were drunk, and dad would already be angry enough. The only option was to be alone. You wrote a quick note to ensure Sam and Dean would leave you alone. Quietly, you sneaked out of Sam’s room to his living room, where you heard his muffled voice from a different room. You shot out of his apartment, running out to the car park. Just as you got into a car, Sam appeared at the front entrance, looking around frantically for you. With fear fuelling you, you started to hot-wire the car. Finally, it started up, and that was when Sam noticed you.
“Y/N! Wait, please!” he yelled after you.
You accelerated. That was what you did best, after all. Run. You looked in your mirror, Sam’s lonely figure standing there. And suddenly you knew that you’d made a terrible mistake by ever leaving.
Dad, Sam, and Dean were some of the best hunters in America. How were you going to outrun these talented trackers? How were you going to outrun your family?
Imagine: Having a movie night with your boyfriend, Ponyboy. But what if someone else in the gang digs you too?
Not my GIF
“Shit,” Y/N whispered as she hid her eyes.
“Aw, man,” Johnny sighed. “The Wolf man ain’t scary.”
“Speak for yourself Johnnycakes,” she mumbled into her hands.
Ponyboy leaned over and whispered into her ear. She could feel his breath tickling her ears. “I’ll protect you from, ‘The Wolfman.’”
He leaned into her and slipped a hand behind her head. She nuzzled under the cook of his arms, throwing an arm around his chest. “Thanks,” she sighed happily.
The teens watched movies late into the night. Ponyboy and Y/N were still huddled together on the couch. Johnny noticed how comfortable they looked and migrated to the chair. Johnny was leaned over on the arm of the chair, wrapped in an old wool blanket. All that could be heard was the crackle of the TV and their shallow breathing.
Dally slipped in the house, quiet as a church mouse. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with his mother. On nights like this, he could always count on the couch at the Curtis’s for a crash pad. He stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed the teens preoccupied his hopeful place of rest. He immediately sighed in annoyance.
“Goddamnit,” he muttered.
She looked so innocent when she slept. Her eyebrows furrowed. The locks of hair the fell around her face. And his favorite: her pink lips, slightly parted.
He wasn’t sure if it was the wasted trip or what he walked in on that annoyed him the most. Either way, he didn’t want to be here anymore. Quietly, he slipped out of the house and headed to the lot.
A wide eyed broad like her wasn’t going to stay single for very long on this side of town. She’s what his dad woulda called a ripe peach. He just figured he’d be the one doin’ the picking. He wanted to be the one that held her. That kissed her. Shit, even hold her hand. He shook the thought away. Atleast for now.
* • Looks at the whisk that you’ve placed on the counter with the other cooking elements. “How does one use an instrument of such obstruction?” He thought.
* • “Okay, Kylo, I need you to pour the milk into the measuring c-. Kylo! NO!” Kylo poured half of the gallon of milk into the flour. “Is the recipe ruined my love?” He said fidgeting his finger against the milk jug. You happily pecked his nose, “No, silly, it means we have to double up.”
* • Kylo picks up the whisk as holding it up as a mouse by its tail. You grabbed the whisk, and gave an exasperated sigh. He narrowed his eyes as you began to whisked the ingredients together. ‘That’s what that’s used for?’
* • Kylo admires your love for baking and cooking, but tells you, “You can teach me 100 times, [Y/N], but I’m still going to be a bad cook.
* • "Kylo, can you grab me four eggs?” You called, pointing at the fridge. 'Why does it require four eggs? Can’t we just throw a whole chicken in there?’ He thought.
* • Ends up with flour everywhere, his clothes, socks, hair, ears? “Kylo!” “What?” He blushed.
* • You let him taste the batter, and his ears pucker up into sharp points. “Haha, you little elf.” You whispered. “What was that? Come again.” Kylo said. “Oh, nothing.” You said holding back your grin. “Oh, it wasn’t nothing.” Kylo said moving closer. You turned around. Kylo embraced your back, making you gasp. “I’m not an elf, love. I am destruction.” He whispered, grabbing the spoon and placing a splat of cake batter on your face.
* • He ends up making everything a game and makes a mess of the whole kitchen. You both are covered in cake batter.
* • “Well, Kylo said holding up the bowl, there’s enough for two…one.”
* • You grabbed a cupcake tin, and placed a cupcake wrapper in one of the slots.
* • You go to the sink to wash off, as Kylo follows. “Aw, sorry… about your cake… and this.” He pouted, lightly pushing you from beside the sink. Kylo smiled lowly to himself. You gasped in a playful shock, and pushed him from the sink… and again, you two were once again playing…with water.
* • “Oh, you have something on your face [Y//N].” Kylo said licking his lips. “What?” Kylo began to place wet kisses all over your face, and you filled the kitchen with laughter. “Oh, wait, there’s a really big one rrright here.” Kylo placed a longing kiss upon your lips.
* • “Kylo, the cupcake!” You said pushing away. The kitchen began to fill with smoke. “Sorry!” Kylo said extinguishing it out. “What was the oven on?” you asked, looking at Kylo. Kylo sheepishly bowed his head. “So, what does broil mean?” “Oh my gosh!”
*IMO, Bonnie & Stu prolly just see Gideon as an exception or as “one of the good ones” so keep that in mind. I’m going off of personal experience with prejudices held by older generations for this headcannon.