god your smile it makes me cry

The Signs Hold a Crying Baby

Aries: WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO WILL IT STOP IF I SHAKE IT MAKE IT STOP WHERE IS THE MOTHER

Taurus: Keep your tears inside your eyes where they belong, you pathetic excuse for life

Gemini: Continues the one sided conversation, “so I said to Tom, I said Tomas, that’s MY fucking sandwich- wait, is it okay to cuss in front of a -what am I saying, you don’t understand words yet- anyway I said to him…”

Cancer: *is the Crying Baby* 

Leo: Worry not, I will calm you with my talent for, uh, singing, “rock-a-bye baby in the -” baby: *screams louder* leo: okay well, fuck you too

Virgo: Gross pls tell me this thing didn’t poop OH MY GOD IT POOPED GET IT OFF GET IT OFF

Libra: Smiles and patiently calms the child, artfully hiding their discomfort and disgust, thinking “why the fuck do people keep making these things I hate them I hate them I fucking hate them ughh”

Scorpio: *glares* shut the fuck

Sagittarius: Tbh if you were my kid, I’d probably “forget” you in a shopping cart at the grocery store… shit, where is your mother? Don’t tell me she-  HEY LADY, YEAH YOU, COME GET YOUR KID

Capricorn: Calmly sets the child down and walks away forever

Aquarius: According to some scientific studies, crying indicates that in later life, the infant will adapt qualities of…

Pisces: Me too, kid. Me too.  By the way, it only gets worse from here…

BTS Reaction | them saying something hurtful to you and you start crying

request: “Bts reaction to them hurting you (the reader) verbally (like saying something hurtful) and inmediatly regret it when they see you cry. Do it angsty and fluffy pls<3″


Kim Seokjin

He would be so hurt seeing what his words caused. Jin would instantly start apologizing to you. “I’m so sorry Jagi. I didn’t mean to say that. It was just a stupid thought!” He would rush over to you and wipe away your tears before pulling you into a hug. “I’m so so so sorry.” He wouldn’t stop apologizing even a few days after, because he would felt so terrible making you cry.  


Min Yoongi

He froze right after the words left his tongue. Tears started rolling down your cheeks and you covered your mouth with your hands. “I’m sorry! I didn’t want to say that.” Yoongi wanted to get closer but you stepped back. “Don’t you dare.” You said before turning around and walking over to the kitchen, where you rested your hands on the counter. He waited a few seconds before coming after you. You were sobbing and facing downwards with your face. “I’m so sorry.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and drew you close to him. “I won’t say something like that ever again. I promise.”


Kim Namjoon

Namjoon would turn completely silent at the sight of your tears. Blaming him for making you cry just a second after. He would sit down next to you and place his hand on your lap, gently drawing circles on your leg with his thumb. “I’m sorry for what I said. It didn’t mean it like that.” He’d wipe the tears away from your face and place a kiss on your cheek then hug you until you would stop crying.


Jung Hoseok

You sat down on the bed and covered your eyes with your hands. He would get all emotional seeing you cry and would tear up a little bit himself. “I’m so sorry Jagi, I didn’t mean to hurt you. How can I make it up to you?” He would kneel down in front of you and place his hands on your knees. “Please stop crying.” Then he would try to cheer you up again by making silly faces and tickle you. “See there’s the smile I love.”


Park Jimin

He would completely forget what you were arguing about the second he saw your tears. Jimin would curse at himself, asking what kind of boyfriend makes his love cry. “I’m sorry Honey. I didn’t think before I said that.” He would grab your hand and place a soft kiss on the back of your hand. “I’m a complete idiot! Can you forgive me?”


Jeon Jungkook

He would stop in the middle of his sentence, his jaw would drop and there would be a minute of silence before he realised what he just said. “Oh God. I’m sorry!” He would be immediately getting mad at himself, feeling guilty for making you cry. “I don’t know what got into me, really.” He would try to touch your shoulder but you moved away. He would pull you into a hug anyway and whisper in your ear. “I’m so sorry.”


Kim Taehyung

He would instantly hug you and apologize a million times, telling you how sorry he is and how much he loves you. “I don’t know why I said that. I’m sorry!” He would try his best to comfort you and hold you until you calmed down again. Even after you forgave him he would sill apologize and say how much of an idiot he is for saying something like that.

Cure (intro)

Bucky Barnes x reader 

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, memory loss, recuperating, fluff, angst and obviously, eventually: smut. 

Summary: Bucky comes back from a mission, not remembering who he is or who anyone else is. He doesn’t remember Steve, Natasha or the woman he loves. She does immediately catch his eye, though. He thinks she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, and he’s not afraid to say it in front of people he doesn’t know anyway. What does he have to lose? As far as he knows, he has nothing. On top of being somewhere he doesn’t remember ever being and being stared at by people who seem to know him, but he doesn’t know in return, he hears a voice in his own head. Because, of course, he must be insane. 

A/N: Here we are! The sequel series to Remedy :) I was gonna go somewhere else with this, but it kinda hit me out of nowhere and I thought this could be as sweet and cute as it could be heartbreaking and funny at the same time. Get ready for some awkward situations (and boners), people! 

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

There’s a woman standing in front of me. She looks sad, scared; but still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She says ‘Bucky’, and I can’t help but think that I’ve heard that before, but I don’t know what it means. I don’t know where I am, but I feel no threat, not from the man in the blue combat-suit next to me, not from the red head that’s next to him, holding his hand and looking equally sad as the woman before me. Not even from the man with the glasses and a doctor’s coat on my left. They all look at me as if they know me, and.. like me? They look nice enough, I guess. But I can’t help but stare at the woman standing only a feet away from me, tears in her eyes. She looks so sad.

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Jerome x reader smut
Word Count: 3501 
Warnings: masturbation, oral, sex, language, breath play, areas of dub/non con for touching, reader is definitely a murderer, threats galore.


I’m hungry for a fix. I’m hungry for the pace of the thrill and chase.

Your first night in Arkham. Still confused, still on edge at the idea of being surrounded by murderers. It’s his hands drifting over the skin of your ankles pulls you from sleep. A scream starts to build in your throat at the sight of him standing above you, but before you can even open your mouth, Jerome is chuckling.

“Whatever noise you make, nobody will come.” You stare at him, your heart pounding to the extent that you think your chest is moving with the force. It takes him a second to register your alarm. Jerome hits his forehead, chiding himself, before returning his gaze to you. “Wait. That made me sound crazy, didn’t it? Scratch that. I mean the guards don’t care about screaming murderers. It doesn’t matter either way. If anybody here is going to hurt you, it’s not me.”  

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The Signs Hold a Crying Baby

Aries: WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO WILL IT STOP IF I SHAKE IT MAKE IT STOP WHERE IS THE MOTHER

Taurus: Keep your tears inside your eyes where they belong, you pathetic excuse for life

Gemini: Continues the one sided conversation, “so I said to Tom, I said Tomas, that’s MY fucking sandwich- wait, is it okay to cuss in front of a -what am I saying, you don’t understand words yet- anyway I said to him…”

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Made of skin and bones

(not my gifs!)

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Language, A/B/O dynamics, MATURE CONTENT, SMUT, sexual situations, +18!! , penetration, oral sex, explicit sex, slight domination, NSFW, like it leaves nothing to imagination, seriously guys if you can’t be here: don’t be.

Summary: Due to the premature death of the King of your clan, his son, the alpha James Barnes, must assume his destiny and lead his people. As the tradition commands, he must choose some worthy omegas to make their his wives and with which he will ensure the subsistence of your clan. All the omega women are obliged to appear before their king, including you. Luckily for you, you would never be chosen… right?

Tags: at the end. ARE NOW CLOSED (sorry guys) I wrote them again one by one I really hope this time they work


1.Wolves   2.Chess   3.Holy water  4.Hold me  5.Market day  6. Flesh


7. Skin

- Please Sir, let me help

A couple of heart beats is what it takes to James to understand what’s going on, but still he’s not able to move when Wanda takes another step forward and caresses his chest

- Sir?

James stands still, not even blinking as she lowers her hand down his abdomen curving his fingers over his hip bone, her intentions clear as water. And it’s in that moment when James’s instincts break through, clearing the clouds of his mind. 

His hand grabs her wrist, squeezing just enough to make his point.

- No - he says firmly

- No? - She tilts her head

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Stay

Pairing: Sebastian X Reader

Words: 1,153

Warnings: SMUT. And NSFW gifs. Also, please use a condom you guys.

Anon asked “Hey, it’s the anon who requested ‘so far’.. I wanted to ask if you can do another imagine where the reader and Seb have been best friends since forever and they both have feelings for each other but don’t act upon it and they get into a heated argument and Seb sees how important the reader is in his life and idk what else.. thank you”

A/N: Here ya go. Part 3 of Who I Want to Be. I haven’t written smut in a while This is my first time writing actual smut so please be nice in the comments. Gifs not mine!!!

Tagging: @ccrossfire  @jared-padaloveme

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Forgetful

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Drabble prompt request: “She’s hiding behind the sofa.” and “Please don’t cry.” for Bucky x reader. Fluff. Thank you!!


“Wait, you’re saying she’s going to be like this for how long?”

“Why do you want me to repeat myself, Barnes?” Tony asked, clearly annoyed. “About 5 hours, max.”

Bucky spared a glance at you as you marveled at the lab like a kid in a toy store. “Couldn’t you have given her something milder?”

Tony smiled at you and then dropped his smile as he turned back to Bucky, jaws clenched and eyes narrowed. “Look, her nerves were on fire. That psychic attack had very real physical effects, and she was in unbearable pain. What would you have preferred?”

Bruce looked up from the microscope and nodded solemnly. “A decision called in the heat of battle, and a good one at that.”

Bucky’s heart dropped at hearing how much of pain you were in, and he understood Tony’s decision to give you the work in progress pain meds. “Sorry, Stark. Just wish I was there to have stopped it.” He turned to you, about to call you, only to find you gone. “Where did she go?!”

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In my parents' house

“Harry, no!” You keep pushing him away.

You need to rest because today you two had a dinner with your parents and you’re exhausted but he’s in a mood for a little fun. All day he was acting playfully - grabbing your ass in the kitchen while your parents weren’t in the room, talking dirty in your ear, putting his hand under your panties under the table…

No matter how much you told him to stop and that you need to sleep, he just kept annoying you.

“Come on, love, i need yeh.”

“Shut up, Harry, i need to rest.”

“C'mere.” He pulls you even closer to his chest and start kissing all over your face.

“It’s so hot in here, get off of me.”

“Yeah, i know i’m hot. And i also know that you need me too. You’re just acting stubbornly right now.”

“Maybe because we’re in my parents’ house and i don’t want them to catch us. And why are you completely naked?” You start to get really annoyed because you barely keep your eyes open and it’s too hot to breath in this room.

“We’ll be quite, i promise.” He makes a puppy face. “And i always sleep like this.”

“But we’re in my parents’ house, Harry, you can’t sleep naked. What if they come to visit us in the morning and find you with no clothes?”

“Babe, i need yeh.” He starts again with his tirade.

“I’ll go to sleep on the couch in the living room, i’m telling you.”

“Okay then, i’ll stop.” He says conciliatory and lets you of his death grip on you, turning to the other side of the bed.

You finally can rest so you turn to the opposite side and close your eyes. You’re just about to fall asleep when you feel a warm hand massaging your boobs and his lips kissing your shoulder.

“I’ll scream.” You worn him.

“What a threat.”

You can almost imagine him rolling his eyes. You turn to face him and now he’s on top of you, undressing you. He buries his face in your boobs while he’s grinding against you. You can feel how hard he is.

“You’re sexually harassing me righ now you know, right?” you laugh but you can feel you’re about to lose the game. Your nipples are hard now and the pain between your legs is bigger than the need to sleep.

“Yeah, right. I can see how scared you are.”

He sucks at the skin of your boobs, slightly biting it. His tongue starts licking the spot, discouraging you. Your fingers find their place in his hair and you wrap your legs around his torso.

“Fine.” you say, letting a few moans to escape from your mouth. “But you’re going to take care of us both. I’m too lazy to do anything and i don’t care how that speaks about me.”

“Perfect.” He gives you a cocky smile and kisses you.

Before you can say something witty to him, he rips your underwear apart and licks you.

“God!” You cry, not able to control yourself.

“Shht, babe, we don’t want you to wake up your parents. I want to scream too because your juices are so tasty but shht…”

“I hate you so much.” You whisper as he sucks at your clit.

“I love you too.” He smiles and reach out his hand to squeeze your boob.

Your hands are tugging on his hair, making him moan. The combination of his warm hands and his cold rings is breathtaking and the hotness in the room and Harry’s magic are too much for you.

“H-Harry” your voice is weak. “Stop for a moment, the sensation is too much.”

“Do you want a kiss?” He asks in a satisfaction.

“But your mouth was just on my-”

Before you can stop him, he interrupts you, grabbing both of your hands in his and kissing you. He asks for a permission and you find yourself too weak to disobey him.

“How does it taste?” He asks before kissing you once again, this time for a little longer.

“Sweet.” You murmur, still mad at him.

“And what ‘bout yeh tastin’ somethin’ different?”

“But you promised that you’ll take care.”

“I know, babe, but-”

“Lay down.”

You can’t resist. He’s too tempting with that smurk on his face and with his brushy hair. The moment his back hit the bed, you sit on top of him, grinding against his crotch and making a path of kisses from his neck to his V-line.

“Fuck.”

“Shht.” You mock him and lick his length.

When you two first started doing stuff deep-throating seemed like a painful and unnecessary thing to you but now you both love it. Just listening to his moans and feeling how weak he’s under you makes you want to take more and more in your mouth.

“I’m gonna-”

You keep massaging his balls, going down on his dick one more time before he cums in your mouth. You swallow not because he tells you that you’re a good girl like in the porn movies but because you love the way his eyes get wider and his lips get separated.

“I’ll probably regret my lack of sleep in the morning but i need to cum.”

“C'mon, let’s finish what we got into.”

“What you got us into.” You correct him, still smiling.

“Shut up and ride me.”

His hands catch yours and pull you up. You clench his thighs and he slides in you. You can see what a mess he is from his last orgasm but you can also see how he’s trying to pull himself together so he can make you feel as good as you made him, if not even better.

“Kiss me, kiss me!” You beg him, afraid of losing control of your voice.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful like this.” He almost screams.

His hands move from the sheets to your thighs, guiding you, as he starts sucking and biting every little spot of the skin on your boobs to every little spot of the skin on your jaw.

“No, kiss m-”

Before he even can reach your lips the door cracks open and your parents enter the room. The panic overtakes you both and you two become a mess of sheets, moans and attempts to hide your bodies. You can’t even think for an orgasm when your parents are looking at both of you with wide eyes with that disappointed look in them.

But when they leave you and Harry falls asleep you start thinking a plan how to get it back on him in the morning.

In the Deep End-Chapter 2

This is an A/B/O AU Collaboration between @kittenofdoomage and @winchesterprincessbride featuring Alpha! Sam and Omega! Reader

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Sam still remembered the way you smelled that night.

It was warm, unseasonably so for October, but neither of you really cared as you walked through town hand in hand. The movie had been boring, not that you could remember the plot - you’d been too focused on Sam’s lips as they moved across yours, the darkness of the back row providing him with ample opportunity to slide his fingers under your pleated skirt.

Now, he was smiling, almost like he could whistle. He’s your Alpha, and you’d always thank your idiotic friends for a silly dare that had made this happen.

“Hey,” you chirped, pointing to your driveway. “My parents are out.”

“It is Friday,” Sam replied, tugging you into his side, pressing his nose into your hair and scenting you. You giggled, ducking underneath him. “God, you smell so sweet. Like cotton candy at the carnival.”

“I knew we shouldn’t have accepted those beers from Zack,” you teased. “And my mom and Vincent aren’t home.” His eyebrows raised, and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Think with your upstairs brain, Sam, and not your knot. I know I’m coming into heat but…”

He nodded, interrupting you. “You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just… we spent six months wondering if you would and now you have and -” His nose bumped yours as he leaned down to kiss you. “You’re my Omega. I know it.”

Humming happily, you pushed up onto tiptoes, kissing him softly. “Well, then you’ll be glad to know that my mom and her boytoy have gone out of town. For the weekend.”

Sam drew back, lust burning deep in his colorful eyes. “You’re saying…”

“I wanna be yours, Alpha,” you whispered. “Want to belong to you, to stay with you. We can get away from our families. Start somewhere new…”

“We’re only eighteen,” Sam replied, cupping your cheek. “How would we… I mean -”

You shrugged, uncaring of the consequences. “We’ll manage. As long as we have each other.” God, it was so romantic the way you said it, and Sam found himself falling into the moment, nodding slowly as he leaned in towards you. The kiss was slow and gentle, both of you taking the time to savor the other, before Sam’s hands were tugging you back towards the house.

There was a spring in your step as you locked the front door, dashing through into the kitchen and finding the usual post-it note with thirty dollars for food, and an announcement that your mom and Vincent were off to Atlantic City for the weekend, and not to burn the house down.

Because you were the family member that would end up doing that, of course.

“They’re definitely gone?” Sam asked, coming up behind you and putting his hands on your hips. You nodded, holding up the cash. A wicked smile spread over his face. “We’ll order pizza later. For now -” He stopped, scooping you up to wrap your legs around his waist, and the thirty bucks drifted to the floor as you shrieked and clung to your Alpha. “I want my Omega.”

“Yes, Sam,” you hissed, letting your head fall back as he carried you through the house and up the stairs, not stopping until he kicked your door shut with his booted foot. He let you down then, smiling as you stared up at him with adoration on your face. “I love you,” you said, quietly.

Sam didn’t respond for a moment, looking back at you, before raising a hand and cupping your jaw, stroking his thumb over your bottom lip, dragging it downwards for a split second. “I love you too, Y/N.”

Among a tangle of lips and hands, both of you undressed each other, the need to take it slow outweighed by the urgency you felt to be close to one another. Sam was gentle as he guided you to the bed, laying you down to pull your skirt down and toss it to one side.

“Fuck, you smell amazing,” he murmured, placing a kiss just below your navel, and you smiled, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair. “Want you so bad, ‘mega.”

“I know,” you whispered, tugging on his locks to urge him further up your body, desperate to kiss him again, but he only smirked at you. “Sam…”

He shook his head slightly, dropping his head to bury his nose in the soaked cotton of your panties. “So close to being in heat…” he groaned, nuzzling at you, stroking his tongue over the damp fabric. “Taste so good.” You squeaked as he pulled your panties down, wasting no time in returning his face to the juncture of your thighs, stroking his tongue over your swollen folds. “Thought you tasted good before,” he muttered, looking up at you with wickedly dark eyes. “But this is a whole ‘nother level.”

The plea for him to touch you died on your lips as Sam licked you again, dragging the tip of his tongue from your soaked entrance to your clit, making your body jerk in response. He repeated the action a few more times before he kept his mouth at the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Gonna open you up for me, baby,” he purred, running his tongue over your clit as he slid one finger deep inside you. “Want you nice and wet for my cock.”

His words made something curl in your belly, and unbearable arousal swept through you, bringing with it a tightening sensation in your chest. Your scent blossomed through the room, and Sam practically growled, his hips rutting against the bed. “Sam!” Your cry preceded your orgasm, slick gushing over his fingers, and the Alpha groaned loudly.

“That’s it, ‘mega,” he urged, sliding another finger into you, curling them just right to make you scream again. “God, want you so bad.”

“Then have me,” you whimpered, wiggling against him. “Want your knot, Alpha. Make me yours.”

An animalistic sound tore itself from his throat as he drew back from you, pausing to lick his fingers clean of your essence. “Don’t tease me,” he warned, and you smiled, squirming away from him to roll onto your belly, presenting yourself to him, and Sam made a funny noise, pushing his pants down.

His weight made the bed dip, and you dropped your head as you felt him behind you, your entire body clenching in anticipation of having his thick cock inside you. You’d hit every base except this one, wanting to wait until you presented, despite knowing you were his.

Sam was slow to move, running his hands over your ass as he watched your pussy twitch. He rubbed the thick tip of his Alpha cock against you, and you moaned in response, pushing backward onto him, making him smile. “Easy, Omega,” he chastised, and you pouted, despite him not being able to see you.

The first push of his length into you was enough to make your breath catch and your eyes cross. Sam’s entire body shook with the effort of not slamming into you, trying to take it slowly as he watched your cunt suck him in, like you were made for him. The point of discomfort came just as his hips were flush with yours, and you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Feel so good,” he grunted, holding himself deep inside you. “Fuck, I feel like I wanna cum already.”

You nodded, unable to form words as he started to move, drawing all the way back before easing back in. His fingers were clinging to your hips, probably leave bruises with how tightly he held you, but you didn’t care - you wanted the reminders tomorrow, and more besides. “Sam… I’m… I can’t…”

“I know,” Sam replied, even though you weren’t sure what you were actually going to say. All you could think was that you couldn’t, but you didn’t know what you couldn’t… which made no sense. “I got you, Omega.”

His mouth was hot on your neck as he leaned over you, using the weight of his body to fuck you harder, and you could feel the twisting, intense churning in your belly, signaling your climax. Your walls clamped down on him, and Sam gave a strangled moan, the thick ring of muscle at the base of his cock catching on your pussy.

“I can’t hold it,” he growled, hips working fast and hard into you. You nodded, arching your back, accepting more of him, feeling the tip of his cock slam into your cervix, and his knot swelled. With one hard thrust, you were screaming out your pleasure, and Sam was locked inside you, pumping load after load of cum into your welcoming heat.

Neither of you spoke for the longest time, both sweating heavily, panting, Sam’s arms clinging to you as he peppered reverent kisses along your back. You couldn’t help the sated smile on your face, nor could you stop the whine of disappointment when he finally pulled free, slumping to your side. It was second nature to drag you into his arms, and you settled there happily, inhaling his scent deeply.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “I promise you, we’re gonna figure this out.”

You nodded, unable to keep your eyes from falling shut.

When you opened them, Sam was gone, and the emptiness of his promise split your heart in two.

*****

“She’s twelve?”

The question was almost deafening in the small office and you feel the butterflies in your belly turn into a tornado. You aren’t even sure why you’d said anything and deflection is looking like your best defense.

“Yeah, she is,” you say, standing from the desk. "You said you wanted to see a couple of the victims?”

Dean narrows his eyes, glancing at Sam, clearly putting two and two together where his brother was already on the final solution. “Wait… are you…”

The phone rings, making you jump and you quickly grab it, answering to whoever has just saved you from the awkward situation from hell. “Hello?” A frown covers your face; the woman on the other end is from the junior high and she’s trying to confirm that you’re Emily’s mom. “Yeah, this is her. Is something wrong?”

“Dude, she’s got your eyes,” Dean hisses, holding out one of the photos to Sam. The younger Winchester doesn’t seem like he wants to look - he seems shellshocked and can’t take his eyes off of you. You make brief eye contact as he recognizes the worry on your face, and then you turn your back to him.

“What do you mean, she didn’t show up to fifth period?” you bark into the phone.  “How can you not know where she is? Let me try her cell.”

You reach into your desk and pull out a cell phone, quickly dialing a number.  It goes straight to voicemail, and you throw it on your desk with a muffled curse. “Do you think she skipped school? I’m going to run home and see if she went there then I’ll be over.” Slamming down the phone, you turn back to face Sam and Dean.

“Y/N….” Sam begins, but you hold up a hand to stop him.

“I can’t do this right now, Sam.  I’m sorry.”  Walking over to your door, you stick your head out and call for your assistant.  “Christopher,  these agents are from the FBI.  They need to see the two bodies from those animal attacks.  Give them anything they need. I have to leave for a bit. Call me on my cell if you need me.”

As soon as Christopher leaves Dean turns to you.  “Thanks a lot, Y/N.  This will really help our case.”

“I have no idea why you are pretending to be FBI agents, but I DO watch the news, you know.  I saw when you made the FBI’s most wanted list for your little murder spree, and I saw when you supposedly died.  The only reason I’m not calling the cops right now is that the Sam I knew would never hurt anyone.” You looked him in the eye then, and you saw a lifetime’s worth of pain and sorrow in those beautiful eyes of his.

“Is she……” Sam sucks in a breath, and his eyes close for a split second as he starts to ask the question you’ve been dreading since he walked into your office, “….is she mine, Omega?”  Sam asks you quietly.

You close your eyes at the sound of the familiar name on his lips, but don’t respond. With a flick of your head, you turn your back on the question, marching out of the door and speaking over your shoulder in a cold tone.  “I have to go.  I trust you both will be gone by the time I get back.”

*********

“Come on, man! Focus! We have a job to do here!” Dean barks at his brother through clenched teeth as they enter autopsy room #1.  Christopher has pulled the correct bodies out of the cold chambers for their review. Dean flips through the first file, frowning.

“Jane Lindencamp, 13. Never came home from school on Tuesday.  Reported missing by her mother.  Large, round exit wound on the back of her head.  Body completely drained of spinal fluid.”

Sam turns the victim’s head and sees the large hole. “That’s weird.  What about the second vic?”

Dean flips through the second file. “Timothy Crawford, 12. Mother went to pick him up after band practice.  He never showed.  Same exit wound, the body also drained of spinal fluid.”

“So both of them were last seen at school?” Sam suddenly asks.

“Yeah, so?” Dean questions.

“What school did they go to?”

Dean flips rapidly through the files. “Parkland Middle School. Wait a minute! Didn’t Y/N say on the phone her daughter was missing from school? And isn’t she around the same age?”

Sam stares at his brother for a moment, just long enough for him to put the pieces together in his head before he takes off down the hall at a full sprint.  Dean drops the files and tears off after him. “Sam! Wait!”

Dean catches up to Sam as he reaches the Impala.  Damn Sammy’s long legs! “We need to get to the school now, Dean! Whatever killed those two kids probably has Y/N’s daughter!” Sam snaps as Dean slams the car into drive and peels out of the parking lot.

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“Emily? Emily, are you here?”  You yelled as you ran through the house.  Flinging open her bedroom door, you saw it was empty.  She hadn’t come home.  Tears of frustration clouded your vision.   You had almost hoped she had skipped school.  It was a much better option than the alternative.  Racing down the stairs, you jumped into your car and headed for the middle school.

Pulling into the visitor’s lot, you parked next to a large black muscle car you were sure you’d seen somewhere before.  The memory tugged at your subconscious, but you couldn’t quite get to it.  Reaching out, you ran your hand over the shiny black hood, and an image of a teenage Sam getting in after school popped into your head.

You entered the reception area of the office, and Sally Perkins, who was on her third divorce and was eternally on the prowl, motioned you over. “I’ll let Principal Montgomery know you’re here, Y/N, but he’s a little tied up at the moment.”  She waved you in closer and said in a hushed voice.  “Two FBI agents are here about the kids that died.  Who knew the government made them so good looking and tall?”

Sam and Dean, it had to be.  They were at your daughter’s school.  Why?

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||Hotdogs|| Liam Dunbar Imagine

//Yes I realize the title is fucking stupid.\


{Requested: Hello love!! Can I get a liam dunbar imagine where reader is like someone’s sibling and she’s dating liam and they were in like a really (really really) heated make out session then the whole pack walks in on them and teases them for a long time. Ps I love your blog and imagines!! ❤️}

“I hate life!"I screamed as I dropped my hotdog on the floor.
"What’s wrong?"Liam asked, running in with only his grey sweatpants on.
"Look at this awful sight."I mumbled, pretending to tear up.
"What?"Liam asked, kneeling down by me and the hotdog.
"I dropped my hotdog!"I yelled, making him roll his eyes.
"I’ll make you a new one."Liam said as he stood up.
I looked up to see his length showing clearly even if it was covered by the sweatpants.
"Are you wearing boxers?"I asked.
"Yes-"He started to say before I tugged down his pants.
”(Y/N), what the fuck?“Liam yelled as he covered himself.
"Jesus I thought you weren’t wearing any, you must be massive."I muttered, making him furrow his eyebrows.
"Your dick, it must be massive you moron."I blurted out, making him blush as he realized what I meant.
"Liam, why make a hotdog when you already have one for me?"I asked, making him scrunch up his nose.
"Ew (Y/N), don’t refer to my dick as a hotdog."Liam said, laughing slightly.
"I’ll get the ketchup and mustard-”
“You are not putting any condiments on my dick."Liam laughed as he pinned me onto the ground.
"You’re right, that is odd. We need mayonnaise as well."I said, making us both laugh.
Liam grinned down at me, leaning in for a kiss. I gladly kissed back, smiling as his hands left my wrists and trailed down to my shoulders. Liam strips his shirt off while he helps me take mine off. Liam and I kissed each other hungrily as he hands roamed around my back before unclasping my bra.
"Liam…"I giggled, making his eyes squint as he grinned, letting out a laugh as well.
I wrap my arms around his neck and bring him in for another kiss as he massages my boobs, causing my to moan. Our kiss became rougher as he started grinding himself onto me. He moaned as his member rubbed against my core, making me whimper. Suddenly the door flew open, making Liam and I jump slightly. Liam covered me with his body as the pack walked in.
"What the hell is going on here?"Stiles asked as he, Scott, Malia, Theo, Lydia, and Kira walked in.
"Uh we were-”
“I just finished taking a shower, so I only put on underwear and shorts. I was going to make a hotdog and I did but it fell because Liam ran into me, causing Liam to fall on me and the hotdog to fly across the room."I lied, earning laughs from the pack.
"First of all, why would you be walking around shirtless?"Stiles asked.
"Free the nips."I answered, making the pack snicker.
"Gross, now why did the hotdog just so happen to fly across the room?"Stiles asked.
"Well Stiles, I fell and my arms swung forward so the hotdog flew-”
“And why were you two making out?"He asked.
"We weren’t!"Liam spoke up.
"So what would you call what you were doing right now?"Stiles asked.
"Strengthening our bond and making a human connection brother."I answered, smirking.
"You have three seconds to run Liam!"Stiles yelled as he grabbed his bat from behind a plant.
Liam quickly ran outside while I held back Stiles.
"Stiles, you can’t kill him!"I yelled.
"Sure I can, I just need wolfsbane!”
*later that night*
“You want my hotdog (Y/N)?"Liam asked, making me choke on my hotdog.
Scott quickly realized why I had choked, making him smirk.
"Oh cmon Liam, you were about to give it to her earlier."Scott spoke up, making Stiles choke on his drink.
"What was it that they were doing?"Scott asked Kira, making her smirk.
"Oh, oh I’m falling."Scott mumbled as he took off his shirt.
"Oh no, are you okay?"Kira asked as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Oh no, I’ve fallen."Scott whispered before they began making out.
I glared at them but chose to ignore them. The whole night they kept teasing for what seemed like hours until I had enough.
I grabbed Liam’s hotdog, glaring at them.
"Sure Liam, I’ll have your hotdog."I poke up, making everyone turn their heads.
"Stiles, I’d leave if I were you."I whispered, making Stiles jump out of his seat as he screamed, covering his ears.
I grabbed Liam’s hand and made him feed me the hotdog.
"Mmmm."I moaned as I took a bite out of it.
Lydia shut her eyes and ran off with Malia. Kira and Scott followed behind as Liam kept feeding me more of his hotdog.
"Aren’t you leaving?"I asked as I turned to see Theo with a smirk on his face.
"Oh I’m enjoying the show."Theo answered, making me throw my knife at him.
"Fine, I’ll leave.”
(Liam’s P.O.V)
The teasing has been going on ever since last night. I swear I was so close to snapping at them.
“Oh Liam, oh god Liam!"Scott moaned, making the pack snicker.
Stiles had gotten up and stormed off, he didn’t want to hear what happened. He didn’t even know what was going on until the werewolves started to tease (Y/N) and I for having sex last night.
"Keep moaning my name (Y/N) and I won’t last that long."Theo said, making me blush and clench my jaw.
I could smell something strong, it didn’t smell good. I looked down at (Y/N) and saw her playing with her food instead of eating it. I sniffed her and realized it was her, her chemo signals were giving off an awful scent. I studied it for awhile until I found out what it was. She was feeling embarrassed, sad, anger, and hurt. I looked down to see a tear trickling down her face, making me wrap my arms around her. I pulled her away from the pack and stormed off with her.
"What happened?"I asked as I kissed the top of her head.
"They keep teasing us and it’s getting so annoying and frustrating. I’m so mad I’m crying."She answered, sniffling.
"Hey, hey, look at me (Y/N)."I mumbled, making her look up at me.
"We had sex, so what? I’m proud I had sex with you, god you’re stunning (Y/N). I’m lucky to even be in your presence, let alone be with you.” I stated, making her smile.
“I love you Li."She whispered as she rested her head on my chest.
"I love you too (Y/N), what do you say we go back and every time they tease us, we do something to gross them out?"I suggested.
"Sounds great."She mumbled before wiping away a few tears.
"You feeling better?"I asked.
"Mhm."She answered, smiling.
We both walked back hand in hand to find the pack still talking shit about us.
"Sure Liam, I’ll have your hotdog."Theo teased, making the pack laugh.
I looked over at (Y/N) who was already looking at me, smirking. (Y/N) stripped me of my shirt and then hers. She sat on my lap, facing me so we could make out. Lydia and Malia gagged and ran off. As soon as (Y/N) started to pry off my jeans, Scott and Kira dashed upstairs with Stiles, Lydia, and Malia. (Y/N) smirked as we pulled away from each other.
"I’m still here, please, keep going."Theo spoke up.
Liam and I rolled our eyes before putting our clothes back on.
"Teamwork is the work for a team!”(Y/N) screamed.
“Workteam is the team for a work!"I screamed.
"Shut up, you two make no sense!"Stiles yelled from upstairs.
"Can’t believe this all started over a hotdog."Liam muttered as Theo made a hotdog.
"Stupid hotdog.”(Y/N) muttered, making me laugh.
Suddenly Theo dropped his hotdog making him curse.
“No, not the hotdog!”(Y/N) screamed, making Stiles yell at us again.
Malia ran in at the mention of a hotdog, accidentally running into Theo. She fell on top of him, making (Y/N) and I laugh.
“Stupid hotdog."Malia cursed as she pulled away from Theo.
"Plot twist: Hotdogs bring people together.”(Y/N) spoke up, making my eyes widen.
“Oh my god, I think you’re onto something."I mumbled.
"You make the hotdog for Stiles and make him drop it. I’ll grab Lydia and make her fall on top of Stiles.”——————-
Thank you for taking time out of your day to read this, I hope you enjoyed it. Have a wonderful day/night!

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Rule of thumb: Just always be gracious and kind, giving advice, praise, and even critique with care and understanding. Do not flame. Do not be rude. Do not demand updates. Often times, being nice to an author and supporting them makes them motivated to put out more of their pieces for you to enjoy. If you really think about it, your comments = happy author. Happy author = more than likely more fan content for you to consume and enjoy. 

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The perfect gift

Wishing @girl-next-door-writes a very happy (and early!) birthday now with this little fic! I chose the prompt ‘only having Christmas paper to wrap a birthday gift

Word count: 956

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Warnings: fluffy enough to rot your teeth :)

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Rummaging through yet another cupboard, you blew a stand of hair out of your eyes and willed the tears not to start falling. How could this massive bunker, built to house a whole freaking organisation, not have what you needed?

“Y/N?” Sam’s voice from behind you makes you jump, and you curse as you bump your head on the shelf above you.
“Hey Sammy. You’re back early.”
“Yeah, hunt ended up a lot easier then expected. What’s going on here?”
“I’m trying to find wrapping paper! I thought I’d have plenty of time to pick some up but now the stores are all closed and I never got any! All I have is leftover Christmas paper!”
“This for Dean?” Sam asks, moving one pile of stuff onto another pile of stuff so that he can lean against the wall.
“Yeah. Where is he by the way?”
“He went to the diner to pick up some dinner. Dropped me off on the way. You know Dean isn’t going to care about the paper, right?”
“I know. But I wanted this gift to be perfect. It’s, well it’s kind of special.”
“OK, I do not need to know what you and my brother get up to in bed!”
“Wow. And you say our minds are in the gutter.”
Sam chuckles, but stops when he sees your face, not realising just how big of a deal this was to you. Stepping towards you, he puts his hands on your shoulders and waits for you to look up at him.
“Y/N. It’s a gift from you. It doesn’t matter if it’s Christmas paper, birthday paper, hell even newspaper. Dean will love it.”
“You’re right. I’m just overthinking things. I just like to make a fuss out of you guys on your birthdays.”
“And we love you for that.” Pulling you towards him, you sniffle as you lean your head against Sam’s chest. “Now, want a hand putting all this stuff away?”
“Oh god yes.”

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A strong woman.

Pairing : Dean x Reader, Sam x Jess
Word count : 2,754
Author : Mel
Warnings : AU-ish. Someone dies.



You smiled up at the screen. “It’s a boy.” The ultrasound tech informed you.

You grinned and turned to the blond next to you. “A boy.” You teared up, and so did she. “Jess, I’m giving Dean a son.”

“Look at him.. Oh god. Don’t make me cry, I’m next.” She chuckled.

After getting cleaned up, and off the chair, it was Jess’s turn. You took your pictures and smiled down at them as the tech took measurements and checked vitals. When it came time to find out, you looked up at Jess with a smile, then at the screen. “Ready to find out?” She nodded to the tech. You both had wanted boys, wanted them to grow up together, and close. Jess bit her lip and waited. “It’s a girl.”

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The Chris Evans Mini-Series (One Shots)

Imagine your first Mother’s Day with Chris and your baby boy.

A/N: Happy Mother’s Day to all the lovely moms out there. I know I’d be lost without mine. Here’s a quick (kinda quick) one shot, it’s written around my favorite couple and favorite little baby boy. ❤️

Chris laid awake next to you and watched as the first light of dawn came to behind the beige chiffon curtains in your master bedroom. It was Mother’s Day and he’d asked Kevin for a little time off his ‘Avengers: Infinity War’ press tour to go home and see you as it was your first ever Mother’s Day. He smiled to himself as he looked over at you, remembering the look you had on your face when he walked through the front door yesterday afternoon. He wasn’t meant to be home until early August, not even for a short four days. It was the greatest Mother’s Day present you could have gotten; Chris’ presence. You kissed him so long and so hard, the world around him spun.

His smile widened when he thought back to the look on his baby boy’s face when he carried him for the first time in four and a half months. Like every other parent who had to leave for long periods of time while their child was still a baby, Chris was worried that his son wouldn’t recognize him. He was afraid that Jack would see him as a stranger even though he FaceTimed the two of you every morning and every night. He was even hesitant to pick Jack up from his rocker, nervous his son would start crying if he did. He was so afraid that he just stood by the front door and observed his son from afar, feet glued to the ground despite your urging him to pick Jack up. Even Dodger urged him, nudging his best friend’s leg with his head.

You assured Chris none of what he was worried about would happen as you spoke about him with your son all the time. You showed him pictures, you watched interviews together, and little home videos you’d shot on your phone. You told Chris how Jack would light up every time he saw him, or heard him on the television, or your laptop, or some other mobile device. Chris managed to take a step closer upon hearing that, but still kept his distance. You sighed and decided to help move the meeting along, knowing the worries your husband were carrying on his shoulders were irrelevant. You walked over to Jack who smiled at you when you lifted him out of his rocker, bouncing him gently as you made your way over to Chris.

“You are so good with him,” Chris told you when he saw the way Jack looked at you, utterly mesmerized by his beautiful mother. “No no no,” he shook his head, taking a step back when you got too close. “I don’t want to scare him, Y/N. Just-” he huffed, “take it slow, please?”

“You’re not going to scare him, Chris,” you chuckled softly and took slow steps towards Chris, who looked like he was ready to run out the door. “Chris, stop.” You narrowed your eyes at Chris when he took another step back as you got closer. “You’re being ridiculous, so can you stop. Please?”

“Sorry,” he mumbled and released some of the tension from his shoulders, allowing you to approach with Jack. The closer you got, the tighter his shoulders got. “Oh my God, he’s not going to cry is he?” He asked you when he saw his son watching him curiously, his tiny head tilted to one side. “Y/N, is he going to-” Jack started laughing, making you smile and Chris flinch. “He’s got the cutest laugh,” Chris looked up at you with a wide grin; you nodded with the same smile. For a second, he forgot he was afraid and unconsciously reached for the hand Jack was holding out. “Hey, buddy.” Jack’s hand wrapped around Chris’ finger. “Have you been looking after your mama for me? Yeah?” Chris laughed along with Jack and you smiled at Dodger as the two of you observed their interaction. “You’re the man of the house now, aren’t you?”

“Do you want to hold him?” You asked and Chris nodded, but made no effort to prepare himself for the pass over. “Sweetheart, you’re not going to scare him. Look at him, he’s so happy to see his daddy. Trust me, it’s going to be okay. If he loves the try-hard mom, he’s going to love the natural dad,” you joked, drawing a smile to Chris’ face. “Here,” you carefully passed Jack over and Chris took him from you like an absolute pro. “See,” you kissed Chris’ cheek as he bounced your giggling son, “there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“Thank you,” he returned a kiss on your cheek then proceeded to kiss Jack’s. “For this, for him- for everything you’ve given me since we met.” You smiled, gently rubbing Jack’s back as you rubbed Chris’ arm. “How are you doing, Jack?” He spoke to your son with so much joy in his voice. “Are we cool?” Jack cupped Chris’ face in his hands and made soft noises with his lips, making you and Chris laugh. “I know, bud. I miss my beard too.”

Chris returned to reality when he heard soft noises come through the baby monitor. He quickly grabbed it from his bedside table and turned it off, slipping out of bed to attend to him. He was trying to give you the best day of your life, starting with some well-deserved rest. He knew you were playing it cool, but you were having a bit of a hard time doing the whole parenting thing without him. He’d wished he’d gotten you pregnant after his Marvel contract ended, so he could’ve been there for everything. He wanted the whole experience, but he’d only had half a pregnancy, an early labor, and the three months of Jack’s life. As much as he’d like to complain, he couldn’t; he had the perfect wife and the son he’d always wanted. Sure, he’d missed out on a little bit, but it was only the beginning. There was so much more to come that he was going to be there for.

“Good morning, Dodger.” Chris patted Dodger’s head as he walked past him to scoop Jack out of his cot. “Hey, buddy.” He rocked Jack soothingly, smiling when his son wrapped his tiny arms around his neck and rested his head against his chest. “I’ve missed you too, kiddo.” He held Jack as closely as he had last night, rocking his son to sleep before joining you in bed. “I know I haven’t been around, but I’ll be home soon. You and Dodger just keep taking care of your mama for me, okay? I promise I’ll be home soon, to take care of all of you.”

Chris carried Jack for a little while, pacing the room as he enjoyed the simplicity of holding his son in his arms. It was feeling he’d never, ever get sick of. It was peaceful, very zen-like to have Jack’s tiny body held against his chest; to listen to his soft breaths; to kiss his soft hair; to breath him in because babies always smelt good. Chris didn’t know why, but they did. He was so satisfied with his life at that very moment because he was finally a dad able to celebrate Mother’s Day with his wife and child; he was no longer just a son who had to take care of his mom. He was a husband, a father, and he had to show you how grateful he was towards the woman who’d given him that. He needed to make breakfast, and clean the house, and take out the trash, and fix anything that was broken in his absence. He needed to spend today, and the next two and a half days showing how much he loved and appreciated you before he had to leave again. You may have known already, but it wouldn’t have killed him to emphasize.

You instinctively woke at 6:25AM, like every other morning if Jack managed to sleep through the first light of dawn. You turned over and reached for your husband only to find the bed empty and the baby monitor turned off. You smiled because you knew what day it was and what Chris had planned to do for you while he was home. It was sweet, like everything he did. You stretched, grabbing his pillow and hugging it to your chest. Your mom was right about you knocking things out of the park with him, he was absolutely perfect.

You got out of bed and went into the bathroom to get cleaned up. You were coming out of the bathroom when you heard Chris’ footsteps and Dodger’s paws coming down the hall. “Shhh,” you heard Chris tell your babbling son. “We don’t want to wake your mama, I’m just going to sneak into the bathroom to brush-” You smiled at him as your three boys entered the room. “Oh, you’re awake.” He chuckled when you nodded, walking over to him. “Was it us? Were we too loud?”

“No,” you shook your head and held out your arms to take Jack from Chris. “I’m used to waking up early, as is Dodger.” You looked down at Dodger, smiling. “This little guy keeps us up and at it. Don’t you, bud?” You poked your son’s stomach, making him laugh and Chris smile. “You can go brush your teeth, I’ll watch him.”

“Happy Mother’s Day, sweetheart.” He leaned over to peck you on the lips and you smiled. “I’m going to go brush my teeth first, then I’ll come back and give you a proper kiss.” You chuckled and nodded, bouncing your son as you made your way back over to your bed. Dodger joined you, sitting down in front of you and resting his head in your lap.

“How did you sleep, handsome?” You asked your son, smoothing his bedhead with your hand.

“It’s definitely good to be back in bed with my wife,” Chris answered from the bathroom. You laughed and he poked his head out with a toothbrush in his mouth, “oh. You’re talking to Jack,” he said, his words muffled by his brushing.

“Yes I am,” you smiled. “But I’m glad you slept well too, handsome.” You winked at Chris, earning a wink back. “And you, Dodger.” You cooed and scratched his head. “Anyway, Chris.” You looked back up at your husband. “I am really glad to have you back in bed too, it’s been awfully lonely without you around.”

“I know it has been,” Chris murmured, careful not to get any toothpaste anywhere. “I’ll be home soon though.” He walked back in to rinse and spit, then came back out as he dried his face with his face towel. “And then we can actually be a team like I promised.” You smiled and nodded. “I’m really sorry I haven’t been around to help you.” He walked over and sat down next to you; you passed him Jack and he held his son close to his chest. “Really, really sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you shook your head, kissing his cheek. He pressed his lips together, eyes filled with guilt. “Darling,” you chuckled, rubbing his back. “You didn’t run out on me, you went to work. It’s not your fault you’ve been away, you’re making money to provide for this family. So don’t apologize, okay? You haven’t been far, you know I always carry you in my heart.” He cracked a smile and leaned in to kiss you. “I love you,” you told him then met his lips.

“I love you too,” he whispered. “And you’re getting everything you deserve today, don’t you worry.”

“I’ve already gotten everything I need,” you smiled at him. “My three,” you glanced from Dodger, to Jack, to Chris, “beautiful and perfect boys.” Chris chuckled, leaning in for another kiss. “Yeah, I don’t need anything else.”

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What You Want

baby i got it

Words: 1616

Prompt: “You keep trying to set him up, and somewhere along the way, you realize you’re in love with him.”

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“Come on, it’s just one date!”

“I said I don’t want to.”

You sighed, crossing your arms as you put on your “Best Friend Voice.”

“Come on, Lin, please? For me?”

His expression wavered then, softening around the edges, and for a moment it almost seemed sad, eyes soft and pleading.

“She’s a really great girl, I promise,” you said quietly, stepping forward to wrap your arms around him, fingers digging into the fabric of that damn gray sweater.

“Okay.”

The response was soft, woven into something you might have called bittersweet, and you barely caught what came next.

“But only for you.”

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“That bad, huh?”

He slinked in the doorway, shoulders slumped and posture heavy, as if his body could barely hold itself up.

“Its three a.m.”

“Then it can’t have been that bad.”

He looked at you then, sharply, but you could see his mouth begin to twitch at the corners, threatening to pull itself into a smile.

“She wouldn’t let me leave.”

“You’re a grown man, Lin.”

He threw himself on the couch at that, body seeming to melt into it, exhaustion melding his body to the faux leather.

“She just kept talking. I didn’t want to be rude.”

“Her boobs were great though.”

You heard a small huff at that, and his laughter seemed to seep into you, lessening the tension in your shoulders.

“Not as great as yours.”

And, all right, he really had that slap coming.

———————————–

“Come on, Lin, I swear, they wont all be that bad.”

“She kept rubbing my legs with her feet underneath the table!”

“She seemed so nice at work!”

You threw your arms in the air at that, and he couldn’t take it any longer, dissolving into giggles as you huffed, trying to maintain your composure, but one look at him and you lost it, shoulders shaking alongside his in the dim light of your shared apartment.

You wiped your eyes with the pad of your thumb, laughter fading as you watched him, braced against the kitchen counter, cheeks pink and eyes bright.

When you finally spoke, it was soft, so quiet you were hardly convinced you had spoken at all.

“I just want you to be happy.”

His response wasn’t immediate. You felt the silence between you, thick, one beat, then two. He never spoke. Just turned, slowly, and grabbed his jacket, unfolding it from the back of the chair and shrugging it on.

“Don’t wait up for me, honey,” he joked, but you heard the exhaustion in his words, quiet resignation, and you don’t know what you wanted, but this sure isn’t it.

You wonder when it started to feel like this. Sending him off, almost, instead of letting him go. He’d stay if you asked him too. Part of you wonders why you’re so afraid to ask him to. Another part of you, the part that knows heartbreak all too well, the part of you that could tell someone, by perfect memory, the exact brand of toothpaste he uses, the smell of his shampoo, whispers back, “he’s the only person who’d break you if he left.”

———————————–

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” he muttered as he slipped his tie on, nimble fingers working quickly as he spoke.

“Lin, come on. The last one wasn’t so awful!”

He shook his head, mouth quirking downward slightly, arranging itself carefully into a pout.

“It wasn’t great either.”

“Lin.”

He looked up at you then, and you stepped forward, grabbing his suit jacket and holding it out for him. You saw it then, the moment it appeared, the quiet resignation in his eyes, and you hated it. It burned, slipping down your throat to nestle in your chest, hot and bright and blinding, and you shifted.

“Maybe…”

You cleared your throat.

“Maybe we could stay in tonight. Dust off those old West Wing dvd’s, huh?”

You were floating, drifting, a million miles away, and then he smiled, and you felt it, the shift in your chest, like everything had aligned, right here and now, in this perfect moment. He smiled at you, and you wondered when it started to feel like coming home.

———————————–

From: Lin

SOS

Your phone dinged from across the room, chirping softly in the darkness. You sat up blearily rubbing your eyes.

To: Lin

Seriously? What’s wrong with this one?? I went to BED.

It took a moment for him to reply, and your eyes fluttered close, relishing the silence, before-

Two chirps, the sound echoing in the quiet of your bedroom. You groaned.

From: Lin

It’s like ten o'clock, why are you asleep.

From: Lin

Whatever, I need you to get me out of here.

You let out a low moan, cursing life, before you stumbled out of bed, hands fumbling in the darkness for a sweater.

To: Lin

I’m on my way.

To: Lin

You owe me. Big time.

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You pulled up to the restaurant, rubbing your eyes tiredly, before you stepped out of the car, shuffling into the darkness. The wind bit at you, sharp and cool, and you tugged your sweater around you tightly, wrapping your arms around your waist before you stepped inside.

Moaning at the sudden warmth, you scanned the room, arms dropping back to your sides, before you spotted him.

Oh, god, poor Lin. He looks miserable.

Your eyes catch on his frame, tracing his silhouette, before you shake your head, feet dragging you towards their table.

“What the fuck, Lin?”

The words roll off your tongue, sharp and angry, and you hardly have to dredge up any heat before you’re tense, shoulders pulled tight and back ramrod straight. Something about the sight of him, body curled around her like that, tucked close in the same side of the booth, sets your blood boiling.

“Hey, what are you-”

You turn to the girl then, gaze sharp as she watches you, wide eyed and beautiful, and if that doesn’t just make what you’re about to do so much easier.

“That’s my husband, you bitch.”

The words seem to fall from your lips before you can think, and you grab Lin’s arm.

“Oh my god, I had no idea, I-”

“Of course you didn’t. Wouldn’t be the first time.”

You caught sight of him then, face red, lip between his teeth as he tried desperately to hold in his laughter, and you feel your lips twitch.

Laughing time later, you remind yourself. Lin needs you.

“Get the fuck out of here,” you say, voice cold, arm shooting out to gesture at the door as the other curled loosely around Lin’s wrist.

She scurried from the booth faster than you had thought humanly possible, eyes to the floor, and then she’s gone, slipping into the night without a glance behind her.

You plop into the seat beside Lin, grabbing a french fry off his plate.

“So. Whatcha wanna do now?”

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Good things don’t last forever.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Lin swallowed, voice thick with confusion.

“This one… wasn’t so bad?”

Your heart stuttered in your chest, and you took a deep breath, inhaling shakily through your nose.

“She, uh. She was nice,” he continued, “Funny. I had a good time.”

“That’s. That’s great!”

You smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. Jesus, you wanted this. You thought you wanted this, why don’t you want this?

“Are you… gonna go out with her again?”

Your voice shook then, just slightly, wavering for half a second, and you wanted to slap yourself. God, get it together. You wanted this.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Just peachy!”

You wanted this, you wanted this you wanted thi-

“Tell me not to.”

When he speaks, his voice shakes too, low and desperate, and it’s the same face that begged you not to make him leave, that holds you when you cry, that shows up at three a.m. when you can’t sleep with a Kanye CD, declares an “emergency dance party”, makes you dance till you cant anymore, till your limbs go shaky and your breath turns ragged.

You squinted, eyebrows pulling together as you peered at him, standing in the kitchen with bare feet and tousled hair, and you can’t help but think you’ve never been more in love with him.

Oh.

“Tell me not to.”

You stared on, his voice tinny in your ears, eyes trained on the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed. Has he always been this beautiful?

“Give me a reason to stay.”

It’s soft when he says it, voice cracking in the middle, both hands fisted in his pockets, but you hear all the things he isn’t saying, things he’s never said, and then you’re crossing the kitchen in two long strides before he can blink, hands reaching forward to fist in his hair, and your mouth is on his, and he isn’t kissing you, he isn’t kissing you back, oh god, why isn’t he-

He’s crying.

Oh.

Maybe you were wrong. Maybe he has said it before. Maybe you just never heard.

“I love you,” you say, softly, and you reach forward to brush your lips against his cheek.

“I love you.”

You don’t leave an inch untouched, the freckle on his nose, the hollow of his throat, the crinkle of his eye.

“I love you.”

His ear, his collarbones, the corner of his lips catch on yours, and you’re breathless, dizzy, drunk on exhilaration and too many kisses.

“I love you.”

It’s not you who speaks this time. He’s still crying, but it’s quiet, beautiful, and his mouth is stretched wide, teeth showing through, and you want to kiss him again.

God, do you want to kiss him again.

So you do.

Then one more time. For good measure.

… Maybe you were wrong

Maybe, all along, this is what you really wanted.

Let Me Be Your Light ~Phan~

Oneshot. A blind fan meets Dan and Phil and asks them to describe each other, and confessions are made.
Rating: T- quite a few swears oops sorry
Warnings: Mild self-hate. Brief mention of cancer

You are the loveliest people omg xxx reviews are the food of love and I am peckish, so please tell me what you thought!

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Sugar and Spice, ch 4

Summary: Your sugar daddy, RIchard Speight Jr, finally asked you to sleep with him.
Word count: 2045
Warnings: Smut, Dick’s big dick
A/N: Special thanks to my wifey @pepperwoodatnight for beta’ing and helping me come up with ideas when I got stuck xoxo

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

 
Chapter 4: the night 

Richard smiled and pushed you down against the mattress gently, leaning down to kiss you passionately. You let your hands roam his back and shoulders, then you tugged at his shirt.
“Want this off…” you mumbled against his lips, and he pulled off.
“You sure?”
“Of course I’m sure, silly.” You ran your hands down his sides, over his stomach and up his chest. “I want to see you.” 

Rich nodded and pulled his shirt over his head, and you bit back a moan at the sight. He sat back on his heels and ran a hand through his hair as your eyes roamed his torso.
“Fucking perfect,” you whispered and pulled him back down onto you, kissing him hard. He moaned into your mouth and grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling your head up to give him a better angle as his other hand went to your side, and under your shirt.

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MIRRORS. | M

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Smut/Angst + Vampire!Taehyung

Warnings: blood play, graphic depictions of death/violence/murder, suicidal thoughts/depression

Word Count: 7,734

Description: The red tint of his eyes were laced with a deadness that perfectly reflected your own. The familiarity kept you returning to him over and over again, you thought that maybe it was just so you could have someone who understood all of the pain. 

A/N: This scenario was inspired by the lyrics from “Mirrors” by PVRIS

NOTE [!]: this was originally supposed to be multiple parts, but i’ve realized that i just don’t think i’ll ever find the motivation to come back and finish this, sorry guys :// i deleted the ending, so now it seems like there’s at least semi-closure at the end (even if the ending isn’t the best) instead of leaving you guys off with that god awful cliffhanger from before. 

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You watched the fragmented colors of orange and red reflect off of the clouds as the sun started to descend below the horizon. The light fall breeze whipped through your hair carrying the invisible scent of your body down into the quickly approaching night life of the city; that gust of air might as well have been a bullet to your head.

They were already stirring. You watched from the rooftop as the citizens ran into their homes, windows were being barred, and the streetlamps suddenly erupted as they prepared to become spotlights for the unlucky; for you.

You looked out at your city one last time, the vantage point of the roof giving you a complete view of the entirety of it all. The corner of your mouth crept into a smile as you said a final goodbye to the miles of spread out land that held all of the beautiful and heart breaking memories from your past twenty years of life.

By the time you made it down the five flights of stairs, and opened the door that led into a dimly lit alleyway, darkness had already imposed itself upon the sky. Even though you had completely accepted the consequences of what you were doing tonight, it still didn’t stop the pang of fear that coursed through your body at the sight of the pitch black scene above you. It was a sight you’d only seen a handful of times in your life, and the memories that accompanied it made you tremble with anxiety.

Shrill screams, blood, maniacal laughter, desperation.

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Mistakes Made 7

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader // Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Swearing, Angst, Drama, Drinking, physical altercations later on in the story (basically someone or someone’s get punched). Also this does turn into a Peter Parker x Reader story.

A/N: Please Remember My Peter Parker Is Andrew Garfield. Not Tom.

Steve doesn’t know about your wild crush for him. When he starts dating a girl, Agent Holly, he met on a mission, you don’t take the news well. Jealousy and an attitude take over you, trying to move past it, trying to be friends. You find comfort in Peter Parker, who makes you laugh and looks at you in a way that makes your heart stutter. After too much to drink one night, drunk texts and a confused Steve are standing in your door looking for answers, to Peter’s dismay. Will you cough up the truth about what you’re feeling for who or will you let everything come crashing down?

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