he stays with her all night

Theirs to Hold (Chapter 5)

Pairing: Jimin x OC

Genre: SMUT, fluff, SMUT and more SMUT

A/N: I poured my heart and soul into this chapter. Both of the other admins felt this chapter. Oh my feelings!!

Previous Chapters: Chapter 4 | Chapter 6

“You could leave, or you can come inside with me.” Selene said, hoping he wanted to stay with her. She held onto the door handle waiting for his answer. Jimin stopped walking down the stairs, and took a deep breath. “I didn’t want to ruin the great night we had together.” He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, “I just wanted to bring you home, and leave afterwards.” He turned around and looked at her, “But now, I honestly don’t want to leave.” Jimin gave her, that same smile he’s been giving her all night. “So, I’m glad you asked me to stay.” That was all Selene needed to hear, as she reached for his hand and led him inside her house. Jimin waited for her the close the door behind them. Jimin moved to stand in front of her, “You’re so beautiful, Selene.”

Jimin then wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her to his hard body. His lips descended toward hers, his gaze held hers as he kissed her deep. But then he released her and her mouth, leaving her confused, “What are you doing?” she asked. Jimin smirked, “I’m about to do things that I wanted to do to you all day.” His lips captured her again, searching for an opening. Selene relaxed her mouth, giving him the access he wanted. The bold flavor of the plum wine he had with dinner hit her tongue when his connected with hers. She felt like she was drowning. His arms wrapped around her again, keeping her upright. Jimin pulled back again, “Selene, you have no idea how much I want you.” His eyes blazed with emotion that touched her soul. Whatever he was going to do to her tonight, she’d gladly welcome every single moment.

He swept her up into his arms, and strolled from the foyer towards the stairs. Her heart was going wild inside her chest. She laid her head into the curve of his shoulder. This feels so right, and she didn’t know why. Jimin started walking up the stairs as if she weighed next to nothing. Amazed how carefully he held her to his chest with little effort. Jimin seemed to know where her room was, because he had no trouble finding it. The door was slightly open, so he used his foot to kick it wider. He walked to her queen sized bed, and placed her on it gently, like she was a precious item. Looking at her, he drew himself to his full height. She sat up on her arms, and returned his gaze. His eyes never left hers as he removed his shirt, tie and jacket. Jimin moved his hands to her hips then moved them up, taking the helm of her dress with him as he moved his fingers up her body.

Now here they were naked looking at each other. Her eyes roamed his tone muscled body, as he looked at her curvy naked body. While Jimin’s face was soft, his body was hard, just like his manhood in between his thighs. Jimin then moved his body on top of hers, resting on one arm so he didn’t crush her. Selene ran her hand up his arm, over his bare chest to his face, all while he just stared at her. Jimin then placed his hand on her chest, over her heart. He might be reading her heart. His fingers then trace over her breast, heading her stomach to rest on the lower part of her stomach. Jimin looks up and down her body, “You truly are beautiful, Selene.” He leans down to kiss her again, hard and deep, like his life depends on it. He puts his hand on her breast, tracing his thumb around her nipple.

He really knows how to touch a woman… he’s the God of Love and Attraction after all. Selene tried to pushes those thoughts aside, but she couldn’t help herself. He’s been with so many women. What if she didn’t measure up? What if she disappointment him? “Whatever you’re thinking in that brain of yours. Stop it, now,” Jimin says in a hard voice. “Selene, believe me when I say this. You are everything I want in a woman. Do you understand me?” Selene automatically shoved the nasty thoughts out her head, and nodded her head. Jimin smirked and got up to move the bottom of the bed. “Now, let me take care of my princess.” Jimin grabs hold of her leg, kisses it, and then lightly runs his tongue over her skin, moving upward. He travels higher, teasing her skin with his tongue until he reached her upper thigh. Lifting his head, he stares up at her, before climbing back on the bed to lay next to her.

Without taking his eyes from hers, he slides his fingers between her panties, then gently pushes them inside her. She almost lose there on the spot. Jimin began rubbing his thumb over her clit, as he started kissing a path up her stomach, to her neck, and her mouth. All happening while his fingers worked their magic on her. Selene let loose a moan, while she closed her eyes. “You like that, my princess?” he asked, his voice rough and hard. As a response Selene let out another satisfied moan. She needed to feel him, too. Selene reached down and wrapped her fingers around his hardness. Taking a firm grip, she began to move her hand up and down. Jimin made a low feral sound in his throat. Then pulled his fingers out of her, then grabbed hold of her panties and ripped them off. Selene let out a surprised gasp, those were one of her favorite panties. Jimin let out a pleased laugh, “It’s okay, princess. I’ll replace them later.”

Leaving her wanting him, Jimin reaches down to the floor to retrieve his wallet. Jimin then returned with a condom in his hand. Before Selene knew what she was doing, she took the condom from his hand. Jimin eyes were on fire, and his breathing heavy with need. Jimin kneels before her, Selene reaches over and places the condom on him. Jimin moves between her legs, resting on his arms, hovering over her. He starts to kiss her hard, as she grabs hold of his back, pulling him closer to her. She wanted him so much, she need him inside her now. Jimin pressed her into the bed, fisting her hair, holding her in place. He slides his hand under her to lift her up, as he gently eased himself into her. Jimin pulls out then rock back inside her, “Selene, you feel amazing.”

Selene couldn’t help but to think of all the women he might have said that too. As if he read her mind, he stopped moving inside of her. Holding her face between his hands, fingers still buried inside her hair, he stared down at her. “Selene, stop it. Now! From now until eternity, it will always be you, my princess. I promise.” Having said that, Jimin begins to move inside her again, this time with slow but powerful thrust. Suddenly it doesn’t feel like we’re fucking anymore. Selene felt intense, meaningful emotions coming from him. It was like he was making love to her. Jimin took hold of her hand, and entwined their fingers together. He rest them beside her head on one of her pillows, his other hand cupping her face. Jimin rest his forehead against hers and closes his eyes, as he picked up his pace.

“Fuck,” he groaned out loud. Kissing his jaw, and nipping at his skin with her teeth, she felt empowered. Knowing that she was doing this to him, making him show another side of him to her. “Jimin, sit up.” Jimin paused, his eyes opening to meet hers. Jimin seemed to know what Selene wanted to do, because he put his arms underneath her. He lifted her with him, and sit back on his heels with her straddling him. Selene placed her hands on his shoulder, and very slowly started to move up and down on his cock. Jimin placed his hands on her hips, and began to move them with her. Once again he buries his hands inside her hair, as he matched her movements. She started to feel pressure build up inside her body. “Jimin,” she let go with a loud plea.

While she was coming, Jimin put her back onto the bed, and started to fuck her hard. Calling her by her name, and his nickname for her, as he tenses up and spills into the condom. We lie still on the bed, coming down from our high together. Jimin moves off her, to dispose of his condom, he threw it into the trash can near her bed. Jimin threw part of the covers back, then picked up her, holding her in his arms only to place her back in bed, and cover her. Jimin moved into the space next to her, and pulled her close to him. Selene wanted to talk to him, but she barely had the energy to stay awake. “Close your eyes, princess. It’s okay to sleep now.” And those were the last words she heard before sleep claimed her.


Selene had just drifted off, when he started talking to her, “You’re amazing, Selene,. I hope you come to know that over time,” he murmured against her head, after he kissed her hair curls. “Namjoon was right. You are the one to complete us. But I knew in my heart when I first saw you that you were the one for us.” He knew it might have been too early to say something, but he knew he loved her already. He also knew she felt the same way, after he read her heart. She already had love in her heart and both him and Namjoon, soon she’d have Seokjin in there too. Now, it was Seokjin’s turn to meet his Queen. Then hopefully they could all be together for the rest of their lives.

It hurt me so bad when she told me
With tears in her eyes
He was all she ever had
And now she wanted to die

He left her with a baby
And another one on the way
She couldn’t stop cryin’
‘Cause she knew he was gone to stay

She asked me if we could be friends
And I said, oh, honey baby that’s a dead end
You know and I know
That we wouldn’t be satisfied

And I said, baby don’t waste your time
I know what’s on your mind
You wouldn’t be satisfied 
With a one night stand 

And I could never take the place of your man

I Could Never Take the Place Of Your Man - Sign O the Times

For anyone who still Hasn’t seen the vid of calum leaving the show with ALL of Hey Violet, here it is. If he was with her he would be walking with her, like Luke does with arz. And he’s not. They are just friends and they like to hang out.
🌺calum is single atm and plans in staying that way.
🌼him and Nia are just friends so it is possible for them to be in the same place and not be dating guys, come on.
🌸he was with mitchy and ash for most/part of the night as well so he was talking to ALL of his friends who were there, not just Hey Violet.
🌺Cal and Casey have always been good friends so of course he’s gonna wanna hang with hv, it’s not rocket science.
🌼him leaving with them is definitely a pr move but I don’t think it was anything to do with a relationship; it’s just good for any member of hv to be seen with any member of 5sos.
Sorry for the little rant I just felt y'all should know the truth. I don’t want y'all being lied too. Ps. If anyone has any questions or concerns feel free to ask, anon or not. Kisses 😘

supergirl headcanon that at some point in the future after alex and maggie get married and when they decide to try and have a kid, they choose not to tell anyone until they know it worked bc knowing their friends (family, really), those weirdos will be be way more excited than even they are 

so ya know they go to their doctor, pick a donor etc etc (alex is gonna be the one having the lil babe) and some time later (i’m not a fertility expert, i dont know how long these things take), there’s a super squad game night at kara’s place and everyone’s there (winn, james, mon el [i’m assuming he stays], lena, j’onn, m’gann, alex and maggie) and kara comes home a little late after having to deal with a mix up of stories w snapper and kinda discards her stuff and looks a little fondly at her fam who are all goofing around by the tv but then something is weird abt like, the background noise in her super hearing and she focuses and something just isn’t right 

and alex notices the expression on her face as kara comes a little closer trying to figure out what it is and says “hey kara, you okay?” and kara’s like “i dunno … i thought i heard … i mean, i do hear … but that’s … there’s only eight people here - i must just be rlly tired or something, don’t worry.” and winn teases her about it a little and james jokes “supergirl’s having an off day, huh?” but alex suddenly realises what it could be and as kara moves to sit beside lena, alex grabs her arm and goes “wait, kara, what did you hear?” and kara sees the look on her face and says very slowly “what do you think i heard?” and alex is like “you tell me first” and kara says “you tell me first” and winn just stares at them with raised eyebrows and goes “you both maybe wanna tell the rest of us what’s going on?” and kara’s eyes flicker between maggie and alex before she says, still super slowly bc she doesn’t know if she and alex are on the same page “there’s only eight people in this room … but -” and alex finishes for her going “but kara hears nine heartbeats.” and nobody picks up on anything for a second, like j’onn and m’gann and mon el try focusing their hearing and the others just looks around sorta confused and then suddenly maggie chokes on her beer and her gaze snaps over to alex and goes “wait a second - does that mean …?” and alex breaks into the biggest grin and kara lets out the hugest shriek and goes “oh my god you’re pregnant!” and chaos just erupts in the apartment


“This was my first big audition for pilot season, and I was so broke. I didn’t have money to do my laundry, so I was washing my clothes in my bathroom sink. And then, I ran up the street and begged the guy at the laundry mat that I go to, all the time, to please let me dry my clothes there because I had a big audition the next morning. So, he let me dry my clothes for free. I stayed up all night, printing out resumes and headshots.” - Ashleigh Murray on her ‘Riverdale’ audition

This is Chai. She was hiding under the (completely non-functional) company car at work the morning after a freezing night, and she yelled at me as I was heading inside. I lured her out with the deli turkey from my lunch and she instantly went from scared to in love with all humans.

I fed her the rest of my turkey and one of my coworkers contributed a slice of venison sausage, but we knew she couldn’t stay at work all day because none of us would get anything done. I called my husband and told him we had a temporary cat, and asked if he’d mind keeping an eye on her while I figured out what to do. (My landlord has a no-pets policy, but I couldn’t just kick her back onto the street.)

They got on like gangbusters, especially after I picked up Claritin for Adam. Chai ate an entire can of cat food and then spent all day sleeping on Adam’s lap. Any time she left the room, she’d mew occasionally so Adam knew where she was. Meanwhile, I called around and made posts on local groups until I found someone who’d take her in. 

While I worked out the details with the fellow (he had a rather aloof cat already and was excited to have a really cuddly companion cat), I heated up a rice pack, which Chai promptly fell asleep on again. 

I’ve honestly never met such a cuddly, sweet cat. It was hard to say goodbye. The guy who took her in texted a few days later to say they’d been to the vet. Chai’s about eight years old, healthy, and is getting along well in her new home. 

Once Upon a Time Duo Preview David and Hook's Life-Changing Team-Up

“Josh doesn’t do well with no sleep,” Once Upon a Time‘s Ginnifer Goodwin says of her on- and off-screen husband. “And neither does David,” Josh Dallas adds. And thus sets the stage for this Sunday’s episode (ABC, 8/7c), in which Charming aims to settle some unfinished business while his misses continues her unbreakable slumber.

As revealed earlier this season, the death of David’s father, long-ago back in The Enchanted Forest, may have been no accident. So while Snow White remains zonked by a sleeping curse, Charming will set out to uncover the truth.

“He’s got so many things that he wants to fix before she wakes up, so he stays up a little longer than he should,” Dallas shared with TVLine during our visit to the Once set this week. “That erratic, up-all-night, haven’t-slept-for-days kind of takes over David, and he becomes single-minded in not only trying to save Emma [from Gideon], but trying to figure out the truth of his past. He’s visited by the ghost of his father (played by Van Helsing‘s David Cubitt), and his past is not what he thought it was.”

Charming, though, will need a helping hand (singular) in his mission, so he turns to a certain resourceful buccaneer. “He forces Hook a bit into helping him,” Dallas says, “and thank god he does, because Hook ends up saving him in many ways, and forcing him to see clearly.”

Hook, in turn, sees an opportunity to prove himself more than a pirate to David, whom he just might be thinking of calling “father-in-law” at some point.

“Hook knows that he wants to be with Emma,” Colin O’Donoghue explains, “so he kind of wants to get David’s permission to propose to her.”

But as seen in promos, things between the gents get tense, possibly derailing Hook’s bid to repair his reputation. “Yes, something will bite him in the butt…,” O’Donoghue hints.

In the end, though, what Charming comes to discover will have significant ramifications. “It changes the course of his life from here onward,” Dallas teases, “because he thought it was one way and it was actually another.”

Surveying the two-hander (as it were) as a whole, O’Donoghue says, “It’s always great to have two-person scenes on the show, and it was great to have those scenes with Josh, and really get to explore that relationship of Hook and Charming.

“I’m hundreds of years older than him, but I want him to be my father-in-law,” the Irishman notes with a laugh. “And we’re friends, we’re not friends…. It’s complicated, so it’s really good!”


Comfort Sentence Starters, Part II

“Hey, it’s all right. Everybody argues sometimes.”
“Just because you didn’t agree doesn’t mean it’s over.”
“The fact that you fought means s/he cares enough to want to change your opinion.”
“Come on, you know that doesn’t really matter to her/him.”
“No, don’t say that. You’re going to be okay.”
“There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.”
“It isn’t anyone’s fault. Sometimes love just changes.”
“You gave it your best shot, that’s all anyone could ask of you.”
“I’m here and I love you.”
“ I don’t care if you need to stay up crying all night long, I will stay with you.”
“Love is never a waste and you know that.”
“We don’t have to talk about it right now, but I’m here if/when you want to.”
“Just because it happened once doesn’t mean it’ll happen again.”
“You are beautiful and capable and strong. You’ll overcome this.”
“I’m sorry you’re hurting so much.”
“You’re not alone in this. I’m here for you.”
“You are important and you matter.”
“When all this is over, I’ll still be here and so will you.”
“I can’t really understand what you are feeling, but I can offer my compassion.”
“You won’t drive me away. I’m not going to leave you or abandon you.”

Give me Sirius Black and a Slytherin

Originally posted by it-is-just-the-begining

  • Give me Sirius Black and a Slytherin
  • Give me a girl that confuses him from the start
  • Because she looks like money and prejudice but talks better trash than everyone in the room
  • Give me a girl that Sirius can’t ignore, because even though she’s a Slytherin, and a pure blood
  • she still makes him twitch when she looks at him and bites her lip
  • Give me a girl that Sirius fights with just so that he can stand close to her
  • A girl that cheats on exams and lets her minions do her dirty work
  • A girl that only speaks words with hard, blunt edges
  • A girl that’s everything he hates and somehow all he wants, too
  • A girl that, for all her arrogance, is brave enough to look evil in the eye and smile
  • Brave enough to stay in a poisonous, terrifying world because she knows that’s where she can make a difference
  • Because there are innocent people trapped in that world that she needs to protect
  • A girl that will catch him off guard in the night, and with a wand to his neck pass him information that could win the war
  • A girl that will kiss like a firework and leave before he can say goodbye
  • A girl that will show him there is both light and dark inside us all
fragile ones

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title taken from 10am gare du nord by keaton henson. i love his music so much its just so….open and raw? it felt fitting for a fic like this, it just really works for late nights and emotional talks idk

i started this fic back at the end of august on a bad night and there isnt much plot to it just…speculation i guess. a character study of alya? but in this au?? im not sure. theres not much to it at all and its a little all over, but it was a fic i felt like i had to write


Alya wakes up with her heart in her throat and her hands tearing at her hair. She groans and rests her forehead on her knees.

If only he’d shut up.

She checks the time. It’s only three, because of course it’s unreasonable to ask for a full night’s sleep. She stays where she is for a little while longer, curled up in a ball and hugging a pillow, letting her heart rate level out and her head slow its spin. When she stops feeling like she’ll throw up if she moves, she slides out of bed and pads into the bathroom.

Alya avoids the floorboards that creak and is careful to close the door softly, but it doesn’t really matter. After a few months, her family got used to her getting up at strange hours and wandering around the house. Once she stopped screaming, it was easier for them to sleep through her nightmares.

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yoi characters as things ive done
  • yuuri: had a panic attack at prom and proceeded to dance through the anxiety
  • viktor: chased my shot of whiskey with jungle juice (it wasnt my cup of jungle jucice) (i dont know whose cup it was)
  • yurio: had a picture of my friend's cat's kitten as my lockscreen
  • mila: given out sex advice to way more people than you'd expect
  • phichit: i show a video of my one friend drunk explaining the plot to Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer to everyone i mention her to
  • chris: made out with my friend as she was grinding on a random guy
  • georgi: ceremoniously stuffed everything i got from an ex into a box and stashed it deep in my closet... except for that pin, i like that pin
  • mari: let my brother and his gf fuck downstairs while i turned up bob's burgers extra loud
  • minako: stayed up all night helping a friend write an essay that he didnt even turn in
  • otabek: one of my friends was too scared to speak to me for three years because she thought i was "too cool" (she knows now that im a fucking nerd)
  • jj: got so high with a friend and told her that her bed was now "my kingdom" we proceeded to make a fort (my castle)

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“Why is he spending so much time with her? It’s stupid!” Hayden growled.

“I don’t know, you’d think someone so quiet would be able to control themselves, I don’t even know why he turned her, she’s always clinging to him.” Liam snapped as Hayden lent against the wall next to him.

“He didn’t stay up all night with me when I was struggling.” Hayden said quietly as she glanced at Liam who nodded.

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this is your friendly reminder that eliza schuyler fell for the young, dashing young man full of ideals and opinions who built worlds for her out of ink and paper and chose her, above her sisters and above all the other women who caught his eyes-

but she stayed for the broken toy solider, the tragic man desperate to make a change and desperate to prove that he belonged, terrified that one day he’d wake up and everyone would see him a fraud, a little boy desperate to rise up and away from the Caribbean sea. she stayed for the depressed, anxious young man who desperately loved her but put everything in front of her. she stayed for the part of him that loved John Laurens and she stayed for the part of him that flirted with her sister. she stayed for him and supported him and spent all night up with him creating a national bank and even after he cheated on her and told the entire goddamn world about it, she stayed and kept staying for the rest of her life, even after he died; she spent 50 years of her life making sure his lifetime wish was fulfilled, that he left a mark. she’s the reason we have Hamilton to lose our shit over.

elizabeth schuyler hamilton came and she stayed and became a part of a beautiful goddamned love story that we do NOT talk about enough.

That Summer- Archie Andrews Imagine

I dont usually delve outside of the buttercream imagines but im thinking of making this multi-fandom so i hope you all stay with me 

word count ~ 626


Archie knew he made a mistake that summer.

He thought about it all day and all night. He knew if you found out he would lose you, but it was so hard to think about anything else when Mrs. Gundys hands were all over him. His mind would turn foggy and would lose sight of what was right. The only thing he could think about was her that summer.

You knew Archie well enough to know that something was up. his messages got short and he never called you anymore. You knew he was working for his father that summer and wouldn’t be available all the time, but when he canceled your Fourth of July plans with Jughead, you couldn’t ignore the feeling in your gut that something wasn’t right.

Archie didn’t know why he was so infatuated with Mrs. Grundy when he had all he wanted with you. Maybe it was the excitement that Mrs. Grundy gave him because he knew that she was off limits. Whatever it was made Archie feel guilty for what he did. He knew that once they went back to school things would be different between the two of you and he couldn’t change that.

You met with Jughead at Pops for any sort of explanation, but you got nothing whatsoever. He told you he has no idea why Archie canceled on them and that he wants nothing to do with Archie anymore. So you took it upon yourself to go and see him that weekend, little did you know it would be a huge mistake. 

You walked alone in the dark on the weekend of July fourth. the cool and calm air surrounded you. You knew that this may be your last chance to talk to Archie before school started so it was important that you talked to him face to face, not just the one worded text responses that you kept receiving.

In the distance, you notice a mint green buggy with the lights on. You were not usually the type to snoop, so you kept walking. Until you saw the two people in the car. Your boyfriend and your music teacher making out in a car.

To say you were shocked was an understatement. The feeling of sadness hit you like a tonne of bricks. It felt like someone had stabbed you in the back and was slowly turning the knife. It was hard sight to look at, the boy you loved making out with your teacher. So you ran.


Once school was back, things were different. You tried to act like the summer had never happend but every time Archie told you that he had a Meetingwith Mrs. Grundy, it broke your heart even further. He wanted to tell you, but the consequences would be to strong for him and he knew that.

It was all to much. No matter how much you loved Archie, you didn’t want to go through that pain. You wrote him a not and left it in the music rooms for him to discover.

While with Mrs. Grundy, he noticed a note under one of the desks. He read it and for once while he was with her, he snapped out of the fog and realized what he was doing.

Archie knew he made a mistake that summer. 

anonymous asked:

msr 2,3, and 31 please

2. “Get under the covers.”
3. “You look cold.”
31. “Please don’t leave me.

This is post-Brand X

Even though she tried to act tough most of the time, Mulder knew that Scully was actually a pushover when he played his cards right.  If he had a dollar for every time he heard, “Mulder, no,” before she went ahead and followed through with whatever she objected to, he could probably retire.  All things considered, it was still more difficult than it usually was to persuade her to spring him from his latest stint in the hospital.

“You gotta get me outta here,” he rasped.

“Stop talking.”

“Please, Scully.”

“Mulder, no.”

“I can’t stay here.  The food is bad and it smells like bandages.  Besides, I think the night nurse has her eye on me and I’m afraid she might try to sneak a peek under my gown while I’m asleep.”

“Mulder…”  Her face was pained, but he could tell she was already softening.  “You need someone who can care for you.  Your lungs are still weak.  Overexertion, even by accident, could cause a collapse or even worse, we have no idea what those beatles did to you.  You need to heal.”

“Who better to heal me than you?”

“A hospital.  This hospital.  With doctors and nurses and equipment and-”

“You’re a doctor.  If anything happens, you’ll know what to do.”

“I may not.”

“And I trust you not to overexert me,” he added with a wink and a smile.  “Until you deem it safe.”

She sighed and he knew he had her.  Hours later, that’s why he found himself all snug and secure, shirtless and content on top of Scully’s bed as she shifted a stethoscope over his chest to listen to his lungs.

“All good?” Mulder asked.

“Shhhh,” she said.  “Take a deep breath.”

He did as she asked and stayed quiet as she listened to his chest.  After awhile, she pulled the headpiece away from her ears and coiled the stethoscope on top of her nightstand.  Her hand rested lightly on top of his chest where she’d just been listening.

“Get under the covers,” she said.


“You need to stay warm.”

“I think this is working well enough,” he said, covering her hand where it rested against him and stroking her wrist with his fingertips.

A pink blush tinted the apples of Scully’s cheeks and she slowly slipped her hand out from under his as she stood.  She tugged at the bedclothes under Mulder and he rolled himself up to sit on the edge of the bed.  He would have to admit that the movement did make his chest burn a little and shortened his breath.  He lay back down and then let Scully tuck him in.

“You’re not leaving, are you?” he asked.  “Please don’t leave me.”

“Does your chest hurt?”  Instantly concerned, she sat back down on the side of the bed and pulled the covers back to touch his chest and then feel his forehead.

“If I said yes, would you stay?”

“Don’t scare me like that.”

“You look cold.”

“I look cold?”  She raised her brow at him.

“Plenty of room in this big bed of yours if you want to join me.”

“Will you stay quiet if I do?”

He nodded to prove he could.  She sighed and kicked her shoes off and then moved to the other side of the bed to slide in beside him.  He grinned and opened his arm to her so she could rest her head on his shoulder.  She brushed her palm across his chest and then splayed her fingers over his heart.

“You know,” he said.  “It was only less than a week ago that-”

“Shhhh,” she interrupted.  “You promised.”

“I just wanted to point out, lying here like this-”

“I can literally feel you thinking overexerting thoughts,” she said, flexing her fingers against his chest.  “Put it out of your mind.  You need to get well.”

“Five days, eight hours, twen-”


Mulder trailed a finger up and down Scully’s spine under her thin sweater and then played with the ends of her her at her nape.  She breathed deeply and shifted against him.

“I can’t help thinking overexerting thoughts,” he said.  “It’s like asking someone not to think of a pink elephant.”

“Then, think of a pink elephant,” she said.

“You’re thinking about it too, aren’t you?”

“About a pink elephant?”

“Five days, eight hours-”


Mulder put his hand over Scully’s to keep it against his chest and stopped talking.  He breathed quietly and evenly, trying not to let any overexerting thoughts get in the way of his healing.

The End

Okay okay you know how Veronica does the whole *finger guns* “by the way you were my first” thing with JD after Dead girl walking? Well imagine JD maybe a couple days later, when they’re getting used to each other and starting to really show affection and caring about each other, and they just spent the day together and JD has to leave. They’re in Veronica’s room and they’ve been joking around, cuddling, JD reciting poetry and comparing Veronica to it, them being disgustingly cute, and JD has to leave because it’s late and Big Bud had already got on his ass about not going home the night before and doesn’t want anything bad to happen to him. So sadly he’s gotta cut the night short even though all he wants to do is stay with her and hold her while she falls asleep in his arms like the night before. But he can’t, and he promises he’ll be back the next day. So Veronica walks him out and they’re at the front porch and he kisses her goodnight; it’s a gentle kiss and their foreheads are still pressed together when he asks her: “Veronica remember our first night together?” And she responds with a small laugh like “Of course you doofus” even though she’s still focusing on how close they are. And he smirks before he starts backing away and shoots his own finger guns at her and quips, “Well you were my first too.” And with that he runs aways with a small bounce in his step to get on his bike and make it home before big bud kills him leaving Veronica with a big, goofy grin on her face as she starts to realize she’s in love with this dork disguised as a bad boy.

I’m always amazed at how many people reblog my “mr darcy isn’t a hot brooding hunk he’s a socially awkward dweeb” post and comment “oh my god this sounds amazing! I actually want to read it now!” because it’s like the definitive debunking of the “women only want assholes” myth. Literally these women had NO INTEREST in mr darcy or Pride and Prejudice when they thought he was the brooding shit he’s popularly represented as, but as soon as they found out he was a fucking walnut who hates parties and won’t shut up about his sister and stays up ALL NIGHT writing letters to the girl he likes because he gets too flustered to talk to her face, everyone was scrambling for a piece of that sweet, sweet Austen action.

On July 7, 1984, a registered nurse named Linda Fortuna awoke to find a man standing over her in her bedroom. She instinctively knew it was the terrifying ‘Night Stalker’ the newspaper was warning people about; a tall skinny man with Hispanic features, dressed all in black.

The man pointed a gun at her head and demanded she stay quiet. He led Fortuna to the bathroom, where she cowered while the awful figure ransacked her house for money and valuables. After he grew bored of that the Night Stalker fetched Fortuna and attempted to rape her vaginally and anally on her bed, but failed to achieve an erection. Fortuna was convinced the man would blame her and kill her, but instead he merely screamed gibberish at her and waved his gun half-heartedly in her face.

After the attempted rape the Night Stalker collected his loot and made a quick escape, leaving the old woman completely unharmed. Fortuna immediately called the police and gave a description of the man, telling the officer on the line “I can’t believe I’m alive. I cant believe I’m alive” over and over.

What if after the waterfall sex scene on Aya Jaal and Ryder start sleeping together in her quarters. Half of the time he’s the one that drags her into bed when she starts pacing around her room, her mind hyper focused on pathfinder related things and her fragmented family. Jaal will coax her into bed gently knowing full well if he doesn’t she’s bound to stay up all night, eventually running herself ragged. 

The two of them savor the sweetness and warmth in these quiet moments. Safe and sound in one another’s arms. Jaal will stay up a little longer just to watch Sara’s sleeping face, eyeing the way her chest rises when she inhales and the way it drops as she exhales. He will sneak a few gentle kisses under her jaw or on her cheek, careful not to wake her in such a peaceful mesmerizing state. Other times he smiles, warmth flickering across his bright eyes, and hums in pure contentment. 

On the rare occasions when Jaal falls asleep before Sara she takes the time to study his naked body. Ghosting her fingertips against his chest as he dozes, completely unaware of her curious exploration of his body. It doesn’t matter how many times she’s slept with him. Both sexually or non-sexually. She still takes the time to let her hands wander. Purely innocent intent as she goes over the places which are vastly different than her own. When she’s too tired to let her curiosity take over, she shifts within his arms, nestling deeper against him when his arms relax and begin to lose their grip on her. Sometimes Jaal wakes up to her moving around. Sometimes he doesn’t. When he does his grip tightens around her, providing a solid wall of love and comfort for the one thing he truly loves to death. He’ll kiss the top of her head a few times before falling back asleep.

The very first time they sleep together he questions her clothing, the loose fitting pajamas she chooses to wear to bed. Sara explains their use and the reason some people wear it. Convenience. For a brief moment, she mentions a type of sleepwear meant to be revealing and even thinner than normal pajamas. Jaal questions her why someone would wear such a thing for it sounded like it provided little warmth or practicality. Sara turns beet red. Her voice silent as she stares up at him shyly. Jaal is perplexed by her reaction, knowing she flusters easily if he mentions anything sexual. Eventually, she sputters, explaining the reason someone would ever wear something like that. Jaal remains silent for a better part of a minute or two, humming deeply. He admits he’d greatly enjoy seeing Sara in such a thing, if it were possible. 

Jaal erupts into laughter as the blush on Sara’s face turns a deeper shade of red than before.


Request: Can I get an Archie imagine where y/n his girlfriend stays over and has a nightmare. He comforts her and it’s just all cute and the feels r real 😭😭

A/N: This was so cute.  I wrote this while watching the Grammy’s last night and i’ll be real… adele was great background music.  anyways, i hope you enjoy.  Tagged users below the cut.  Like this post to be added to the tags list

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Warnings: nightmares, panicking

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You had to be honest, you were horrified by the idea that there was a murderer in your town.  Your sweet little town, where you were raised, entirely flipped upside down by a cruel act… murder.  However strong you wanted to be, some days  it was just too hard to keep it together through all of this.

Through these days you always had Archie.  You couldn’t really tell if you two were on the same page, maybe he hid it better.  Something in you knew your boyfriends definitely wasn’t the same after Jason died, but you weren’t sure exactly what it was.  

It was almost nightly that you woke up three hours after going to sleep, gasping for breath.  Sometimes the dreams were so meta you barely knew what the meant, and other times they were so vivid and true to life that you were shaking for days.  It was a while before Archie found out, eventually drawing the conclusion upon the observation that you were exhausted most days.

“You have to call me,” he had said, “I need to know.  You clearly can’t do this alone.”

And as much as it hurt you to say, he was right.  You hadn’t gotten a proper night’s sleep in a few weeks when you called him for the first time.  Your breathing was rushed, words falling from your lips between quiet sobs.  Archie was pretty sure it was the first time his heart broke, listening to you in a state like that.

Determined to keep it from happening again, he’d always sneak out, heading to your house, to your room, to your bed, and you’d fall into his arms, letting his warmth send you to sleep.  

Tonight’s was one of the worse ones.  Your shaking hands reached to grab your phone to call Archie, but you couldn’t get any words out.  After a few moments of trying to get you to talk, he just concluded you needed help in any way he could provide it.

“Okay, j-just, stay on the phone,” he panicked, hearing your rushed breathing.  

It hurt you to call him this late, to drag him from his bed so many times a week, but they had gotten so bad you didn’t have anyone else to turn to.  He had no idea why your nightmares were so bad.  Not the slightest inkling as to why you were plagued like this, but he knew that you needed him.  And that’s why he was at your house in just a few minutes.  

You heard him opening the door downstairs, heard his quiet footsteps up the stairs, and heard the pain in his breath as he saw your curled form on the bed from the door.

“Y/N,” he sighed, throwing off his shoes and pulling you to his chest.  His hands slicked down your hair, his lips muttering sweet nothings to calm your panicked breathing to a dull weep.  However much it hurt him to see you like this, being able to help you, even if just comforting you when you needed him, meant the world to him.  “Do you wanna talk about it?”  He felt you softly shake your head against his chest.  “Okay.”

Rocking you softly, you soon began murmuring the contents of your dream against the material of his shirt.  Only slightly disturbed by the subject matter, he kept a tight grip on you, fearing if he let go you would crumble.  

“What’s wrong with me?” You sobbed quietly.

Archie pursed his lips.  “There’s nothing wrong with you.  I just think there’s a lot on your pretty little mind… and you’re not talking about it enough.”

“Talking about it scares me more,” you mumbled.  He frowned, lowering his lips to your forehead and placing soft kisses.

He slowly laid you down into a sleeping position, keeping your head close to his chest.  “You’ll feel better in the morning.”  

These were words he uttered to you most nights, whether he was sleeping over to keep you from falling apart or just calling you before you went to bed.  He wanted it to be true so bad, but every night started and ended the same.  And while you usually wouldn’t be so sure, Archie made you feel like, just maybe, the crazy notion that you would be okay could be true.

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