i wish someone would kiss my eyes

anonymous asked:

Prompt! Jon & Sansa have married for political reasons. After the war, Sansa starts to become frustrated with Jon bc he won't do the do with her even tho he'll hold her in his arms & cuddle, etc. So one night she confronts him & tells him she'll take a lover if he won't make their marriage true. Jon gets protective of her & growly & telling her she's his & only his and starts touching her & they make love in the dirtiest best way possible. Basically Dom!Jon restraining himself until he can't

Hi Anon!

I am liking all the dom!Jon prompts coming our way and I can’t say I’m not tempted! But well, here I am filling another dom!Jon prompt we all love so much LOL so I hope you like this one Anon!

Unbeta’d so pardon the mistakes and typos if any!

Rated E for explicit.

Mood music inspired by Bad Things by Machine Gun Kelly ft Camila Cabello

~ Mod Elle

My Undoing

The wedding was all a blur as Sansa was in a daze for the most part. There wasn’t even a kiss between the both of them as Jon cloaked her with his white as snow fur cloak, one that he had commissioned for their nuptials. Next thing she knew, they were both seated side by side, watching their guests eat and drink merrily as the food and wine kept coming. 

Sansa could only manage a few bites and took a few sips of the wine that was so generously gifted by King Tyrion from Kings Landing. She liked how it tasted and she understood why kings and queens drank so much. Perhaps a little more would numb her to what was coming next.

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-an old love of mine (i)

Request: Hello there, I just wanted to know if you got my previous request: Could you please write a Jon Snow imagine the reader grew up with the starks and formed a romantic relationship with Jon during that time, but she had to leave winterfell because her father married her off to some northern lord (one of the reasons why Jon decided to take the black), fast forward to Sansa and Jon trying to gather allies for battle of the bastards, they meet again and they realize their feelings only grew

a/n: hope you enjoy the first part!

“Married!” the outrageous cry of disbelief rings clear and high throughout the room. It seems the syllables are the only sounds for moments after, for the great and hulking lord that sits before the raging woman remains silent and tight lipped. 

Sons had been hard to raise alone. Daughters were harder. 

The theory had proven correct when his daughter had been born wailing and thrashing into the world, the whole of Torrhen’s Square and possibly the entire north witness to her rage. She was fearsome to behold then, a small and tiny thing full of her mothers despair. And now was the same; discontent and unadulterated anger flashing in her eyes and the light of the candles hanging from the walls bouncing off her face and making it all hollow lines and sharp angles. 

There is an anger in her that is both wild and beautiful, and is something Lord Tallhart has been witness to only a certain amount of times. But it is not common for members of his house to hide such carnal rage within them. She should not be so familiar with such wildness. Perhaps being raised among the Stark children has finally made her into one of them, and now she holds in her an undomesticated vexation akin to a wolves. 

“I will not be married father!” she is pacing now and the clink of her boots and the steel sword by her hip ring off the stone walls of Lord Tallhart’s chamber. Y/n had never been content with posing as a lady, and her attire that would rather be suited to a male made that fact all too clear to any one who set eyes on her. But her hair is still kept long and her face is far too beautiful to be kept behind the walls of Winterfell. 

“You are a Lady and therefore you will fulfill your duty and marry a Lord. I have received almost close to thirty marriage proposals and suggestions from every corner of the North, and even one from Lord Randyll Tarly who suggests a fine and strapping young son Dickon as a husband for you” his words are quick and rough, and they do not comfort her in any way but rather irritate her further. 

“I will not be sold to someone named Dickon! Or anyone for that matter” she is a graceful whirl of thick hair and clinking steel as she rushes towards her father who sits watching with eyes that are dimming with age each day “please father, you can’t make me. I want to stay here at Winterfell” 

“You can not!” the words are harsher than he had intended them, but there is a truthful anger in them that he knows he has been holding back. His daughter may be young, perhaps a year or two younger than most are when married, but a union with someone of high birth is almost paramount at this stage. 

Jon Snow watches with those black eyes that are deep with a love Lord Tallhart can not bear when he sees him watching his daughter, and it is this reason he must sell her off to someone of legitimate birth. Jon is not the only one who has a deep buried desire that seems to radiate from ever crevice of his being when he eyes y/n. Tallhart’s daughter seems to reciprocate the feelings that the Stark bastard all too plainly displays while in crowded rooms and beneath weirwoods at prayer; their eyes always meeting no matter the place. 

“This is my home, and I belong here!” y/n cries, the barrier between childishness and maturity blurring as she yet again becomes a little girl in front of him. He wishes she were small enough to cradle and kiss and young enough to believe in stories and in her fathers promises. But she is not a child any longer but a woman, graceful and beautiful and fearsome to look upon and she must fulfill her duties. 

“Torrhen Square is your true home, and when you are married some castle or holdfast will be your new one” her Lord Father tells her and there is a flash of something so sad within her eyes that he is reminded of her mother all too painfully. 

“I never asked to be raised here, but you brought me here for Lady Catelyn to foster alongside Robb when mother died and when you went and fought with the King. You made this place my home by sending me here” she tells him, a dangerous softness replacing her tone of anger that had previously seeped her words with rage “but I do not wish to leave it” 

“If it pleases you I will let you read these letters” her father gestures towards the now crinkled and folded letters that are covered in different scrawls all in black ink. Y/n can notice some of the sigils that are marked on them with wax, and some are too obscured for her to recognise, but she does not care. Names and sigils and house words do not matter to one that is already in love and marriage proposals are altogether shunned from her mind if it is not one from the only man she wishes to marry. 

But you can never marry a bastard.The words are seething and sharp as they are whispered in her ear by her demonic, stalking conscious and she imagines a cloaked and hooded figure standing behind her with a cutting grin put there by her inner torment. 

Jon Snow is all that matters but he is all she can not have. He is what the gods promise all maidens and what her mother would have wanted for her since he is so gentle and honest and good. But the gods have not listened to her prayers in years and her mother is dead. She can not imagine clearly her face anymore and can not begin to remember if Jon Snow would have been the type of man her mother would have wanted by her daughters side. 

“I do not want to read them” her voice is rough and thick with Stark stubbornness. Sometimes she thinks the direwolf is the real sigil of her blood, but then she is reminded when everyone calls her Lady Tallhart, and whenever her father reminds her. Perhaps wanting to be a Stark so much is just another commonality she and Jon share; another lie they can convince themselves of every time they kiss. Like how they convince themselves they’ll somehow end up as man and wife. 

“It would ease your mind a little if you were to read them, my dear. Some of the young men sound promising, if you were to read them yourself then you could choose more easily” 

“I do not wish to choose any man because I have already chosen someone” there are tears upon her cheeks now that trail from her eyes in the utmost betrayal. Her eyes weep sadness from them as a weirwood weeps its blood red sap, but unlike a weirwood tree the person before her weeping eyes is not bowed in prayer. He is a raging figure of a lord; a shadow of the kind eyed man she used to cry for whenever he rode to battle. She will not weep for this man however; for his eyes are filled with too much rage. 

He stands now, rough and huge hands placing flat on the table as they push himself from his chair. His shadow is large against the stone walls as the candlelight throws it against the grey and white like paint on an artists canvas. His eyes are bright and dangerous and she is suddenly filled with a great desire to stare at them as hard as she can manage, but he is much better at it than she is. 

“I will not have you choose any man without my consent, and especially a man with such low birth as the one I know you are thinking of. You defy me by consorting with him in the godswood night after night to play out whatever fantasies you may still cling onto. You loved him as a child, I saw that I did, and I regret not stopping it sooner. But boys and girls tend to strike up feelings at that age that often temper with maturity. I recall young Robb once declared you his true love at the age of eight, but that changed and I had hoped Jon’s feelings would have too” there is a kindness in his tone at the end that contests with the anger on his face but she does not stop staring at him with discontent. 

“But they haven’t” she tells him, her words wavering and flickering just like the candlelight as it burns around the room. Her fathers shoulders slump then and his grey eyes narrow as they drop to look upon the heavy oak desk that is littered with her marriage proposals. 

“No they haven’t” Lord Tallhart once again looks at his daughter, her ethereal beauty magnified by the light of the room, but the sword at her hip contests with any claim she has to ladylike traits. 

“Bastard or not father, I love him” she is pleading now she knows, something that she detests more than crying in front of people but is yet another thing she is doing as she feels the hot tears leak from her. She wipes them hurriedly from her face but it is of no use, they come as fast as she rids them “I won’t love anyone else” 

“Your mother did not love me, she did not love me for many years in fact. She bore your brother out of duty for our marriage and even after he was born I could tell she only loved me a small measure for making her son. I loved her from the moment I saw her, red hair and a smile men would kill for and a heart just as sweet” he does not look so grim and formidable when he talks about her mother, and it softens her somewhat to hear it “but she did not love me, not until Benfred was four and was taken with a fever and was almost lost to us. I stayed with her by his bedside for almost a fortnight, and after that she loved me something terrible. What I am trying to tell you is that you may not love the man you are married to but you can learn to” 

“I will never learn to love any other man” her words are ice; the very frost that coats the grounds of Winterfell and it is hard and dangerous and everlasting. Winter has come in the shape of her promise, and she knows as she looks at her father, that she can never take it back. 

a/n: this is short and jon isn’t in it yet but he will be! more parts to come! and please send me in requests. at the moment I only write for Jon, Robb or Jaime so send requests for them please!

Being a Hufflepuff and dating Remus Lupin would include

• That everything would start at the library, of course

• He’d see you sitting alone, working hard almost every day, too shy to make a move

• Him hating himself for that, cursing but quietly cause well, it’s a library and he’s Remus Lupin

• Finally he would hand you a piece of paper while passing by before running out of the place

« He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking. » -L.Tolstoy, Anna Karenina.

• You’d smile like an idiot for two days at the shaky handwritting

• When seeing him later, you’d do just the same except you would sit right in front of him

«There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.» -B.Stroker, Dracula.

• His cheeks getting so red and his smile being bigger than the moon, just him being the cutest person ever

• You’d talk all night long about all and nothing, and you’d never leave each other’s side after that moment

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• Even after a month of dating he still would not want you to meet his friends

• « Are you ashamed of me Remus ? » « What ? No ! It’s just… you’re too good for them, you’re too good for me already. »

• Him just not wanting you to get involved in all his Marauder things

• Remus seeing it hurt you a bit, and eventually giving in

• The boys couldn’t wait to officialy meet you, tired of hearing about you for way too long

• « I swear he wouldn’t stop, ‘Y/N said this’, ‘Y/N did that’, we started to think you were our girflriend and not his. » « Yup, Sirius is right, all. day. long. »

• He’d put his hands on your ears so you wouldn’t listen to them

• Him thinking you were the purest person ever, and he just did not want to be the person to change that

• You would get along with the boys very well, which would make him truly happy

• Them teasing you about you being a Hufflepuff, calling you « Moony’s badger » which you knew wasn’t meant to hurt you

• But Remus wouldn’t like it

• At all

• He would throw what he had in his hands to their heads, and that would be chocolate bars

Originally posted by mrsgarfieldxo

• After a few months he would tell you about his « furry little problem » while on a date in the Astronomy Tower

• He’d be SO nervous, definitely scared that you would leave him

• You would not

• You would tell him that he’s perfect and he’d tell you to shut up

• « Make me. »

• Passionate kiss, slow kiss, needy kiss

• From that moment you would be 100% honest with each other

• That night he would tell you he loved you for the first time, under the stars

• He’d take a quick look at the moon that was far from being full, « just to be sure »

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• One day a guy would touch your butt while passing by when you were heading to your common room

• Remus pinning him up against the wall before you could say anything


• He’d be cut off by Sirius holding him back

• You thanking him for that, and having your first argument with Remus about it

• At some point he would just hug you tight and tell you he was sorry it made you feel uncomfortable, but also that he would do it again if it happened another time

• « See, your friends aren’t that bad, you’re the real rebel out there. »

• Him rolling his eyes, wrapping you both under his sheets and kissing your forehead

• Hearing him talk in his sleep

• « Hmm.. I love you.. I wish you were here with me » Making you smile, but he would go on. « I love your taste.. » You’d stop breathing, blushing so hard. « I’ll never get tired of you, my dear chocolate.. »

• You’d burst out of laughter, waking him up and he would be really confused

• You would just kiss him kindly, wondering what you did to deserve this boy


Note : It includes a request someone sent me, I hope the person who did likes it. xx

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Suzanne overhears something she shouldn’t have, but is so glad she did. Takes place over the Madison Fourth of July weekend.  For @lastknownwriter <3

The garage. Yes! Suzanne finally remembered where she put the citronella candles. The garage. After that, she’d be all set for the guests who would be arriving in an hour. She closed the kitchen sink cabinet and headed toward the garage.

As she approached the back screen door, she heard hushed voices coming from the yard.

It must be Jack and Dicky, she thought with a smile and then stopped dead in her tracks when she realized what she was hearing.

“I just… I just want you to hold me, and – and never let me go.”

Suzanne’s eyes grew wide as she heard Dicky’s voice. Oh sweet Mary! No, Dicky. Don’t do it! Suzanne had suspected Dicky was carrying a torch for Jack. Who wouldn’t? And she wanted to talk to Dicky about it for so long, but then that would mean she’d have to tell Dicky she knew he was gay. Or suspected. But every magazine article she’d read said wait for your child to approach you. To tell you. So, she waited. And waited, and waited. And now her poor boy was about to have his heart broken.

“Never. I’ll never let you go.”

Wait… hold on, that was Jack’s voice. He’ll never let him go? What? Suzanne tiptoed closer to the window and peered out. Jack and Bitty were on the swing, which sat alongside the house.

She saw Jack reach out and place his hand on top of Dicky’s. The old swing creaked slowly.

“It’s killing me not being able to just kiss you and hold you tight, every time you’re near me.”

Dicky smiled and looked down at their hands.

“I know. Me too, honey. Every time I see you walk into a room, I just want to jump into your arms. I’ve missed you so much.”

Was this real? Her son and Bad Bob Zimmermann’s son were dating? How long had this been going on? Who pursued whom? Jack wasn’t straight? Her son – her baby – and Jack Zimmermann? And clearly, they were into each other.

“Me too, Bits. Me too. Thank god for the calls and Skype, but nothing beats this,” Jack said as he stroked Bitty’s forearm.

Suzanne wasn’t sure when she had stopped breathing, but her brain kickstarted itself and forced her to take a deep, deep breath. Bits. He called Dicky “Bits.” Oh, that’s sweet. His little Bits. Suzanne pushed in a bit closer; the gauzy curtains stroked her face as they billowed in and out.

“I wish you could come back home with me. Now. This weekend.”

“Sweetheart, you know I want that more than anything but I have camp and then… what would I tell my parents?”

Suzanne, placed her hand over chest and inhaled.

“That I love you. That I want to be with you… always.”

“You… you love me?” Dicky asked wide eyed.

Jack looked adoringly into Dicky’s eyes, and nodded.

“I’ve been wanting to say that for weeks now, Bits, but it just didn’t seem right to do it over Skype.”


“Yes,” Jack said as he pulled in closer.

“I love you, too,” Dicky said softly. “So much.”

“I wish I could kiss you right now,” Jack said leaning in just slightly.

“No… someone might see.”

Suzanne frowned. Oh, these poor boys. Bless their hearts, she wished she could tell them it was okay, but she supposed she was back to the waiting game.

“I guess I’ll have to wait till tonight,” Jack said with a smirk.

Dicky laughed, and playfully slapped Jack on the chest.

“And could you be a little more quiet this time? I swear, you almost woke up the entire house last night sneaking into my room. Lord!”

Suzanne frowned. Okay, what‽ Love was sweet and all, but there would be no hanky panky in her house. No sir.

“Boys!” she called out and watched Jack and Dicky jump apart. Bless. Their. Hearts.

“Can you bring in the citronella candles that are on the shelf next to the window in the garage? And then I need some help with a couple things.”

“Yes, mama!” Dicky replied flustered as he stood.

Jack quickly ran his hand down Dicky’s back. Dicky turned and smiled at Jack who mouthed I love you

Dicky threw a kiss to Jack then pulled him out of the swing and led him toward the garage.

Suzanne shook her head and smiled, in spite of herself. Despite the nighttime shenanigans, she was thrilled for Dicky.

Her son had found love, and clearly it had found him.

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SUMMARY: Y/N’s used to nightmares, and she’s even used to Crutchie being the one to comfort her when she wakes up in the middle of the night. What she is most definitely not used to is the look on his face when she asks him to stay, or waking up with him in her bed. 

A/N: this is pretty long and probably really bad but there’s gonna be a part two coming soon b/c i kinda leave on you on a semi-cliffhanger


The thin blanket wasn’t enough to keep me warm, especially now that I was awake and very aware of how cold I was. Yet another good night’s sleep ruined by the nightmares I couldn’t seem to escape. I’d woken up crying, and I could only hope none of the boys had heard as I curled up in the blanket and tried to even my breathing. The outline of a shadow neared my bunk and distinct fear began to overcome me as I hoped I was just dreaming again. The silhouette came right up to the edge of my bed and I almost screamed before I heard his voice speaking.

“You okay?” Crutchie asked, whispering so he wouldn’t wake anyone else. “You were whimpering in your sleep.”

“Did I wake you?“ I questioned. I felt guilty already, knowing the answer was yes. 

"Nah, I was still up.” He waved it off but I could tell he was lying. With my eyes adjusting to the dark I could see his disheveled bed head and his tired eyes. “What ‘bout you? You okay?" 

"I’m fine. Just had a nightmare is all. You should go back to sleep.” He made no move to walk back to his bunk. Instead, he stared at me with furrowed eyebrows and eyes filled with concern. Slowly, he placed his crutch on the floor and sat on the edge of my bed. I moved my legs so he would have room, pulling the blanket ever-tighter around me. 

“What was it about?” I knew that would be his next question, but I still wasn’t prepared to answer. How do you look someone in the eye and tell them that you’re terrified by your own father? 

“It was 'bout him again. He was getting mad at mom and he started to hit her. I stepped in, and he started hittin’ me instead.” The picture of my father’s hand coming down across my face wasn’t one that I needed a nightmare to conjure. It had once been such an often occurrence that the image was engraved in my brain. 

Crutchie stayed silent a while and it felt nice to just sit with him, listening to the breathing of all the other sleeping newsies. A sudden rush of chills ran down my back and I felt myself shake rather violently for a few seconds before returning to a consistent shiver. Crutchie seemed to notice, as he spoke up softly. “You cold?" 

I nodded slightly and he gave a half smile, moving himself carefully so that he was sitting next to me. He wrapped his arms around my curled up body and instantly I felt a bit warmer. The blood rushed to my cheeks and I was immediately grateful for the darkness that hid my blush. If any of the other newsies could see this we’d never live it down. 

I leaned my head on his shoulder and he let his fall gently atop mine. I felt his chest rising and falling with mine and everything was peaceful. In his arms, everything was okay. My father was long gone, and he wasn’t coming back. My mother had escaped him, and he couldn’t hurt her anymore. Sure, it had landed me on the streets - but who would I be if I’d never met the boys? If I’d never met Crutchie. 

As I started to get sleepy, I moved so I was laying down instead of sitting, but Crutchie didn’t follow my actions. He moved to get out the bed, presumably thinking that if I was going back to sleep it’d be best for him to back to his own bunk. He was right, of course. He should definitely sleep in his own bunk. And we should definitely never be caught in the same bed in the morning if we ever wanted to go a day without being teased and cat called. But with my nightmare in mind and my body constantly convulsing with shivers, I reached out and grabbed his hand to keep him from leaving so soon. He turned back to me and his eyes held a mixture of hope and reluctance. 

"Stay,” I whispered. One word, but as soon as it left my mouth something changed. Crutchie was looking at me different, a way he’d never looked at me before. I didn’t know what it meant, but I was worried he was still leaving, so I spoke up again. “Please." 

His whole demeanor softened as he situated himself so that he was laying beside me. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and my back was pressed against his chest so I could once again feel him breathing. It was a blissful arrangement, and all of my worries floated away while we lied there. Somewhere in the back of my head there was a nagging thought about something happening in the morning - something I should avoid - but I was too tired and comfortable to care. I let myself fall asleep in Crutchie’s arms, finally dreaming something that wasn’t a nightmare. Images of my father’s angry face and bruised fists were replaced by my hand in that of a particular boy as we walked through New York, slowly strolling as we let his leg get a break from all the running. 


I was vaguely aware that there was definitely something I was forgetting, but I was barely awake and I was having trouble even attempting to remember. I was also aware of the distant sounds that sounded like the voices of the other boys. There were some laughs and some whistles, along with what sounded like Davey telling everyone to leave someone alone. The immediate response came from Jack, whose voice was closer to where I was.

"C'mon Davey, look at 'em! Aren’t they adorable?” He let out a loud laugh, which was in turn followed by the laughs of the other newsies. At the exact time when I realized who they were talking about, I also noticed that the pillow my head was resting on was moving up and down periodically, and my legs were very obviously entwined with someone else’s. Crutchie seemed to be waking up as well, as my head was moved gently from his chest to my actual pillow. I refused to open my eyes and let them know I was awake yet, not ready to face the smirks I just knew were on their faces. 

“What’s going on?” I heard Crutchie ask. His words were slow and subdued by tiredness, and I can only imagine how good he looked with his hair all ruffled and voice deep and scratchy like that. His question was followed by laughs and the catcalls I had dreaded when I begged him to stay the previous night.

“She ya goil now, Crutchie?” Racetrack called out, the teasing tone evident in his voice. Being Crutchie’s girl, now that would be something. 

 Crutchie stammered and tripped over his words as he tried desperately to explain that I’d had a nightmare, but his efforts were drowned out by the sound of the other boys. 

“Alright, that’s enough! There’s papes to sell boys! Time to go!” Davey was clearing the room, forcing everyone stop harassing Crutchie. I made a mental note to thank him later.

“Wake ya goil, won’t ya Crutchie?” I wasn’t sure who had said it, but it was followed by a yelp of pain and I guessed Davey had smacked him upside the head.

“She’s not my goil!” Crutchie yelled after them. The words produced a small pain in my chest and I silently prayed the new nickname would stay around for a while. It might be nice to keep that idea in Crutchie’s head.

He gave a sigh before gently shaking me, whispering my name to wake me up. I opened my eyes slowly, my face going red the minute I saw him. He gave me a small smile as I rubbed my eyes and sat up, looking around. I pretended to be surprised at the fact that all the other bunks were empty, trying to hide that I’d heard what everyone had said.

“Am I late?” I asked, getting a small chuckle out of Crutchie.

“Just a bit,” he smiled. I realized quickly that I should probably be panicking about the boys seeing us together in the same bed, and so I forced my eyes to go wide.

“How bad was it?” I didn’t have to clarify what I meant, he knew.

“Oh, it wasn’t too bad. You know them, always the jokesters.” He shrugged and waved it off before opening his mouth to speak again. “I think they think you’re my goil now. I tried to tell 'em you weren’t, but they wouldn’t listen. Sorry.” He looked down at his hands as if he was disappointed in himself and I felt my heart break a little. Would it really be that bad if I was his girl? Would that upset him so much?

“S'okay Crutchie, nothin’ you coulda done to stop 'em.” I gave him a small smile and he returned the favor. I pulled myself out of bed slowly, and he went down to get his papes as I got ready for the long day ahead.


Jack was never gonna let me live this down. He was walking on my right side, teasing me and trying to get an explanation he actually liked. Apparently, Crutchie helping me calm down after having a nightmare wasn’t 'juicy’ enough. Davey was on my left side, trying to get Jack to leave me alone. Though, even he would throw in a question here and there. It seemed everyone wanted the story behind Crutchie being in my bed, but no one believed the truth if they heard it.

As Davey sold his last pape the three of us headed back to the lodge. We came across Katherine when we returned, seemingly waiting for us.

“Well if it ain’t my favorite goil,” Jack smiled, pulling her in for a kiss. When they pulled apart they were both grinning, gazing into each other’s eyes. The look on Jack’s face as he stared at her was sickeningly sweet, and despite the gagging motions I exchanged with Davey, I couldn’t help but wish someone would care about me the way they cared about each other. Suddenly Katherine’s face twisted into one of shock and Davey and I looked at each other, confused. My confusion only grew when I realized she was looking at me.

“What’s the matta’?"Jack inquired, furrowing his eyebrows at her. A smile began to spread across her face as she stepped away from Jack and towards me. I tilted my head at her in question, but she just kept grinning knowingly.

"So Y/N, what’s this I here about your new sleeping arrangement?” My face went red immediately as I searched for the right words to say.

“It ain’t like that,” I grumbled, keeping my eyes on the ground and trying to push past all of them to get inside the lodge. Katherine grabbed my arm and held me in place, stopping me from walking away.

“But you want it to be,” she stated matter-of-factly. I looked up to face her quickly, my mouth opening and closing as I spluttered and tried to deny it.

“That true, Y/N?” Davey and Jack were staring at me, awaiting a response. I was too caught up in my own embarrassment to even be sure which one of them had asked the question. Jack had an eyebrow raised and Davey had his arms crossed, both with small smiles on their faces. I felt my face get even warmer as I forced words out.

“I wouldn’t…. mind it, I guess.” Instantly they were all grinning ear to ear. Katherine hugged me tightly and Jack clapped me on the back.

“How 'bout that? We’s gonna have our very own newsies couple!” Jack yelled out, throwing his arms in the air. Davey and Katherine laughed at him, but my attention was focused on the sound of something wooden hitting the cement repeatedly, and getting closer.

“Who’s a couple?” Crutchie asked, coming up to stand next to Jack, facing me. They all quieted down immediately as Katherine let out a quick “no one.” Crutchie stared at the four of us with confusion written across his face, making eye contact with me and asking a question with his eyes. I looked away maybe a bit too fast, but my face was even redder than a tomato by now.

“We’re just gonna go…. now.” Davey started to pull Jack and Katherine with him awkwardly as they headed back to the lodge, leaving Crutchie and I in an uncomfortable silence. He scratched the back of his head and looked down at his shoes before looking back up at me. His eyes looked almost sad and I felt the urge to hug him until he was smiling again.

“You - uh - you with one of the boys now?” He stuttered, the sorrow in his eyes growing. My eyes grew wide at the question. He thought I was with one of the other boys? “It you and Davey now, I guess?” He thought Davey and I were the couple Jack was talking about?

“No!” He looked surprise at my sudden outburst so I lowered my voice significantly, repeating myself. “No. I am not with Davey. Or any of the other boys, actually.” I looked at him nervously and he had that same look on his face that he’d had the night before when I’d asked him to stay with me. It looked familiar, and I tried to figure out what he was thinking.

“C'mon lovebirds, Katherine brought dinner!” Race yelled from inside the lodge. Crutchie and I broke our gaze quickly, as if we’d been caught doing something we weren’t supposed to. I let him go ahead of me as we headed inside, still trying to solve the puzzle.

It looked familiar. Familiar because I’d seen him look at me like that before? Familiar because I’d seen someone else look like that before? Familiar because I’d seen Ja - oh. Oh.

I stopped in my tracks, jaw dropping. Crutchie turned around, waving me after him. I forced my legs to move until I was inside sitting in a large circle with the other boys. Someone passed me some food but it stayed untouched until I let Les take it from me.

“You alright Y/N?” Davey whispered. Had he always been sitting next to me? I turned to look at him and concern crossed his face once he saw my shocked expression. “Something wrong?”

“Not sure yet.” He seemed be even more confused by my answer. “Crutchie’s tellin’ a story about how he saw a girl slap some boy harassing her today,” he motioned towards the center of the circle where Crutchie was standing, moving his free hand wildly.

“It was like - ” He caught me looking at him and his face lit up. He moved towards me and grabbed my hand, dragging me into the center of the circle with him. “Imagine Y/N’s the goil from today, and she starts shoving him like this.” He pulled my hand up and shaped it so I was pointing and poking at his chest. He pretended to stumble back, but kept himself standing with his crutch. The boys laughed loudly as Crutchie positioned himself so he was standing comfortably again.

“Then she slaps him, right across the face! So hard he falls backward!” He was laughing while telling the story but I could only think about the way he’d been looking at me not twenty minutes ago.

“Go on Y/N, give 'im a good slap!” Laughter erupted again and even Crutchie joined them. I looked around and quickly and caught Davey’s eye. He took one look at my face, glanced at Crutchie, and then he started to smile manically. He motioned with his head for me to move forward and gave me a quick wink, then burst out laughing at the resulting expression on my face.

I turned back to Crutchie, taking a cautious step towards him so I was standing right in front of him. The boys went wild, thinking I was actually going to slap him. Crutchie’s grin faltered as he looked at me, evidently a bit worried I was about the hit him. He’d looked at me like that before, hadn’t he? Before today, and before last night. He’d been looking at me like for a long time. Was I that blind? Of course the expression looked familiar - it was the same way Jack looked at Katherine. The same way I had been wishing someone would look at me. Except someone already was.

I reached out and grabbed him by the vest, pulling him down so he was more level with my face. The loud cheers and laughter continued as Crutchie gulped. I raised my other hand, but I definitely wasn’t aiming to slap him. I let my fingers entwine in his hair as I pulled his face closer, crashing his lips on mine.



Poor Little Rich Girl-Part 10

This is an A/B/O AU

Square Filled: Sam and Reader for Spn A/B/O Bingo

Your father Lucifer is the Alpha of your pack and he rules your town with an iron fist.  He is forcing you to marry the son and heir of a rival pack.  It is 3 weeks before your wedding when you find out Sam Winchester is back.   Sam was your first love at 17, and when your father found out, he forced his family to leave town.  You haven’t spoken to him since.  What will happen when you see him again?

Characters: Alpha! Sam Winchester, Beta! Dean Winchester, Omega!Castiel Novak, Omega! Mary Winchester, Reader, Alpha! (Nick) Lucifer, Beta! Michael, Beta! Gabriel, Beta! Stephanie (OC), Alpha Eric (OC) Chuck (mentioned)

Master List

Introduction (all parts are linked)

Text messages are listed in Bold

Sam’s POV

The chapel was filled with the sound of many voices talking at once, each struggling to be heard over the other. Lucifer. Dean. Michael. Stephanie. Their voices were getting louder and louder as they talked over each other until I couldn’t hear myself think, but still, I said nothing.

Eric had taken my Omega. He had taken Y/N, and his sister had helped. My beautiful, headstrong Omega had beaten the crap out of Eric and rejected him and made him look weak.  This is not something an Alpha would take lightly. He was going to make her pay, so I had to find her before….  I shook my head to clear it, and I tried not to think the worst.

“Everyone shut up!“ I finally said. They all ignored me.

“EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I roared, unable to hold in my rage for a second longer. The entire group stopped arguing and turned collectively to look at me. 

I stared pointedly at Lucifer.    “What’s the plan? How do we get her back?”

Y/N’s father sneered at me.  “What “we”? There is no “we”.  I will go talk to his father, Alpha to Alpha.  She is MY daughter.  You’re not coming, Winchester.”

My vision was clouding over with a red haze of anger, and before I could stop myself, I grabbed Lucifer by the neck and jacked him up against the wall. “She is MY Omega, and I AM coming because I am going to rip Eric’s throat out, and you’re not going to stop me.”

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Invade my insane space

#1- does the darkness comfort you?
#2- what brings you crashing to the floor?
#3- angels or demons?
#4- God or Satan?
#5- would you sit on the moon and watch the universe twirl quietly, even if you couldn’t breathe?
#6- what scares you most in the world?
#7- can we always be there for one another?
#8- I feel like I’m dying… Can I talk to you?
#9- being blind or being deaf?
#10- what song makes your heart pound the most?
#11- do you wish on stars?
#12- what were you doing last night at 1:03 am?
#13- the happiest, most golden moment of my life?
#14- the worst, most positively crushing moment of my life?
#15- if you had to choose between your mother and your father, who would you choose?
#16- ask me anything
#17- salt or sugar?
#18- death by water or fire?
#19- if you could have a degree in anything, what would it be?
#20- black or white? ….assuming I don’t like grey
#21- the thing/person I want to stay safe and happy and comforted in this world?
#22- if you could have the superpower of flight, invisibility, or mind-reading, which would you choose?
#23- is music something you could not live without?
#24- favorite flower my dear?
#25- why dragons?
#26- ice cream in winter? Or possibly hot chocolate in the summer?
#27- what’s your sexuality?
#28- do you dream in black and white or color?
#29- nights full of nightmares?
#30- what was the voice in your head saying at 2 am?
#31- okay…. Why don’t you hate the thorns on a rose?
#32- do you trust me?
#33- most cared for song at the moment?
#34- worst injury?
#35- bath or shower?
#36- color you love the most?
#37- anonymous question
#38- another way to wish not using 11:11, dandelion blooms, or even the fairy you thought you saw…?
#39- do you ever stare at the sky and look for those weird shapes in the clouds?
#40- a really weird something I like to eat in a weird way
#41- Lamborghini or Corvette?
#42- when did I have my first kiss? Boy or girl?
#43- most listened to genre?
#44- Jack Frost or Iron Man?
#45- are shorts and a tank-top an optional outfit for you today?
#46- will you be speaking to anyone you hate today?
#47- nachos or pizza???
#48- is my life what I thought it might be like?
#49- thing I am the most proud of accomplishing?
#50- ask me a question concerning intimacy
#51- piano or guitar?
#52- tell me something about yourself, my follower, please :)
#53- rather a mad world? Or an insane universe?
#54- are you that girl that sits alone on her roof at night?
#55- I wrote this question at 3:59 in the morning, listening to Mad World by Jasmine Thompson: do you like hummingbirds?
#56- is 1 (one) a unit or a number?
#57- glorious fireworks on a dark beach with your thoughts? Or swimming in the rain with your lover?
#58- tattoo? What would it be?
#59- natural shade of your hair?
#60- color of your eyes?
#61- the thing you regret the most?
#62- would you break a heart if it helped someone else?
#63- do you ever wish you hadn’t kissed a past friend/lover/acquaintance?
#64- the most violent/brutal/inhuman thing you’ve ever done?
#65- would I hug again, my most recent lover?
#66- would I kiss the lips of my last kiss?
#67- who was the last soul to see you cry
#68- have you ever looked into the eyes of someone who was about to die… And you didn’t even know it?
#69- do you ever wear your clothes in a uncomfortable fit, just to try and reshape the way your body looks?
#70- have you ever intentionally hurt someone?
#71- if you could spend the night with anyone, anywhere you wanted, how would you end up?
#72- butterflies or dragonflies?
#73- do you enjoy cooking?
#74- given the rather unpleasant opportunity, would you wear white to a funeral?
#75- have you ever abused drugs/alcohol/people?
#76- have I ever lay down in a barren field in the middle of a lightning and thunder storm?
#77- would you dear, eat a strangers heart?
#78- take the chance to sing in front of 10,000 people, while its snowing?
#79- if “New Zealand” was a French pastry dish, would you eat it?
#80- if “Naples Italy” was a Korean Milkshake, would you drink it?
#81- if “Cardiff Wales” was a star in the universe, do you think you would know that?
#82- what happened in your dream/s last night?
#83- tell me who doesn’t deserve the air they breathe?
#84- do you speak any foreign languages?
#85- do you experience anxiety attacks?
#86- ABCDEFGHIJKPLMNOPQRSRTUVWYXYZ…. do you know the alphabet?
#87- describe “nucleus”
#88- running through the woods at night? Or crawling in the snow at dusk?
#89- have you ever had a one night stand? Do you regret it?
#90- ask me anything “music” related
#91- smoke alone, by the water or on your roof in the dark?
#92- have you ever kissed a flower, knowing it was someone else’s favorite?
#93- have you ever sat on a cold bridge… And just waited?
#94- when I said “I love you” last… Did I honestly, truthfully and wholly mean it?
#95- have you ever had a near-death experience? /What happened?
#96- what do I want more than anything else on the planet/in the world/in the universe?
#97- do you put others before yourself, even on bad days?
#98- what, to me, is an angel?
#99- what’s the most passionate thing I’ve ever done?

#100- this is not a question, but rather a statement.
* I want everyone to do me a favor: smile. Find that piece, that glimmer, that twinkle that brings life to you breath. Hold it, love it, don’t let it go. Talk to that person you fell for so long ago… Laugh with them, cry with them. It doesn’t matter, just talk. Get it all off your chest. We all need this.
Eat what you want. Fuck society, everyone is beautiful, shape/color/voice/culture/sexuality/habits/ love and hates included.
Wear something comfortable. Listen to your favorite song until you’re shouting the lyrics at the world because it feels wonderful. Run outside in the night air and jump up and down in your pajamas like a crazy child because we are human and we are beautiful and we deserve the love no one ever gets. Because we are us, and that is more than okay.

#101- thanks guys

What You Deserve- Bucky x Reader

Authors notes: So, apparently I can only write angst during this storm… thanks Irma. P.S. I think were gonna be fine, looks like the storm is going to weaken by the time it gets to me.

Prompts: “Do you love me? It’s a simple question.” “Maybe we should take a break.”

Word Count: 500

Notes/Warnings: Angst, crying, kissing, self depreciation 

Originally posted by theplacewheredreamsgo

“Do you love me? It’s a simple question.” Bucky sat with his arms crossed over his chest, the tension in his jaw must be giving him a headache; if super soldiers get those. He never looked at me like that and I wished he would stop.

He had to ask that question.

“It’s complicated.” I knew, as soon as the words left my mouth, that I should have just stayed quiet but, I have a habit of ruining things.

“Since when is a yes or no question complicated?” Bucky’s eyes narrowed at me and I wanted to curl up and die.

“It just is, James.”

“Uncomplicate it.” He demanded.

“Stop looking at me like that!” I shouted. Again, bad move on my part. Besides, he has every right to be angry.

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What Will My Brother Think

Pairing: Jared x Reader
Words: 1185
Requested by @cherieann-2001:  I have a request! How about reader is Jensens little sister and she and Jared are dating behind his back because she is afraid of how he will react to it 

Jared’s Point Of View 

           I walked into my apartment and couldn’t help but smile. Y/N was already there, lounging on the couch watching TV.

           “Welcome home,” she smiled up at me.

           “I like coming home to you,” I sat down, pulling her into my lap to kiss her, “I think I could get used to this.”

           She giggled, “I’m sure you could.”

           “What about you?”

           She smiled, “I could get used to it.”

           I looked at her and was about to say something when my phone rang. I got it out of my pocket and sighed, “It’s your brother.”

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Safe and Sound- Kai Parker Imagine

Originally posted by yeslovablemeenyaaxx

Requested- by anon
Word Count- 1181
Pairing- Kai Parker x Reader (ft. No Humanity!Stefan)

A/N: I may have strayed from the request, but followed it best I could! 

The fire crackled, signifying that someone was home. She shut the door to the Salvatore house quietly, putting her coat on the clothes rack near the door. Y/N had taken residence at the Salvatore house after her parents left town after her graduation. However, she hadn’t been there since Stefan turned his humanity off, Damon didn’t want to risk him hurting her or anyone. Y/N needed to go home and sleep in her own bed, she’d risk the chance to get a decent sleep.

She had come back from a night out with Kai, her boyfriend of a little over a year. Y/N persuaded Damon not to kill Kai because she was so deeply in love with him and if Damon killed him, he’d kill Y/N along with him. Kai dropped her off, after much arguing how it wasn’t safe. With one look with her puppy eyes and her quivering bottom lip, he caved in.

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A Little Taste Of Heaven

Hello everyone! Admin Yuuko here, I’m posting an earlier work of mine to hopefully serve as an apology. 

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader


Warnings: fluffy smut, body worship, Jhope being the angel that he is

“The icing on this one is so light and fluffy!” You hum softly at the taste of vanilla on your pallet.

“But this one tastes delicious. Try it.” Hoseok cuts you a small piece of his cake and holds it up to your lips.

Taking it into your mouth, you moan, God did that taste amazing. “I think this is definitely the one! Which one is it?” You look at the chef with a bright smile.

“The one you just had a bite of is Colombian Coffee layered with vanilla icing a hint of mocha and cream cheese infused.” She looked slightly nervous, her kind brown eyes looked a bit weary and her graying chestnut hair was pulled up into a bun. She had soft wrinkles around her eyes and mouth. This was the third time you and Hoseok had been back to her little bakery in Gwangju in the last month. So you could see why your presence would make her just a tad bit nervous. Every time you picked one cake you ended up coming back to pick another one. Although you were sure this was the last time as your wedding was less than a week away and this slice of cake was literally heaven on earth. This woman was amazing at her job and you were surely going to promote her for being so patient with the two of you.

“Sounds divine. What do you think, Hoseok-ah?” You turn to him who was in the middle of stuffing his face with more of the delicious cake. In turn you and the chef just laughed as he hurriedly chewed and swallowed.

“Yah! Don’t laugh at me!” He playfully yells at you only causing you to laugh harder.

“What a handsome couple you too are.” The older woman smiles at you, causing Hoseok to smile broadly placing a chaste kiss on your cheek.

“I’m lucky right? My jagiya is so pretty! Gosh, almost too cute look at the smile she’s wearing!” J-Hope teases you playfully causing you to swat

at his left arm.

“We’ll take this one, Yarisa-nim” You smile at the chef who chuckles and nods.

“I’ll let you take home the red velvet one as I see you really liked that as well.” As you open your mouth to protest she simply smiles at you, “Free of charge”

“Thank you so much!!” She nods softly before clearing the table you two sat at and she disappears to the kitchen.

Stepping into your shared apartment with J-Hope (which proved quite the task with all the boxes you held) he laughs at your ever present pout.

“I’ve never seen someone so upset about not paying for something. You know anyone else would be thrilled for the offer we got.” He takes two boxes out of your arms as he notices you teeter.

“She worked really hard! I wish I could’ve paid her for it. Especially because we changed our minds so much.” You place the last of the cake boxes in the fridge with a huff, moving somethings around to get the box to fix.

“Ah, my jagiya really is too cute.” He smiles wrapping his arms around your waste to place butterfly kisses up and down your neck. You instinctively close your eyes and lean into his touch. He gently pushes your head to the side giving him more access to your neck causing you to let out a soft mewl.

“We really shouldn’t Hobi, the wedding is less than a week away.” You try to sound firm, try to put distance between you two but you weren’t even fooling yourself when you said that, your tone was half-hearted and laced with lust. You already sealed your fate when you reacted to his touch, but it was instinctive now and you couldn’t help it.

“And we both know you don’t mean that Y/N.” His breath was hot and you could feel the smile on his lips as you shuddered. In a second you were spun around to face him not getting a chance to interject before he swooped down to catch your lips in a soft kiss. This kiss was like so many you shared before and yet it wasn’t the same at all. Hoseok was a great kisser but this was by far the best kiss you two had shared ever, it was warm and made your stomach flutter. You had lost yourself in him fingertips tingling and your head reeling and spinning. For a brief second you had forgotten where you were, you were so wrapped up in his embrace. And when he finally pulled away so you could breathe he chuckles at the look of disappointment on your face.

“Hoseok don’t tease.” You whine but this just causes him to laugh harder. He lays kisses all on your cheeks, forehead, and finally lands a peck on your nose before running away giggling again. “Oh no you don’t!” You shriek as you run after him but he’s much faster than you and reaches your shared bedroom before you do swiftly diving for the bed. You roll your eyes good-naturedly at his childishness.

“It’s like I’m marrying a giant manchild.” Your words make him poke his head out from the covers and you see the look in his eyes. Before you can turn tail and run he catches your wrist and pulls you down on the bed. He wrestles with you before ultimately pinning you to the bed, a giant grin plastered on his face.

“But you still chose me Jung Y/N.” Him addressing you with his last name made your heart thump against your chest. The two of you stay like that for a while, staring lovingly at each other before you made the first move. Tentatively you croon your neck up to give him a peck to which he responds by kissing back passionately. You don’t realize it when it happens all you know is one second the two of you were peacefully making out and the next you were wrapped up in his arms letting out soft gasps as he nips at your neck and collarbones. The mood flipped like a switch and the tension was so fierce you could almost taste it.

The feel of his lips clasped around your bare breast was enough to have your back arch off the silk sheets, he takes the opportunity to place a warm hand underneath trapping you there so he could fit more of you in his mouth. His other hand reaches down popping the button to your jeans to slide in and flick your nub once, his mouth retracting from one breast and going to the other in quick succession. He sits up on his knees to peer down at you taking in your lips swollen from his nips and sucking, the way your breasts slightly glimmer in the dim lighting of the room and the way your eyes look half lidded and begging for more. And you didn’t have to ask before he gave you what you so greedily craved. Your pants were pulled down, your panties quickly following suit as he smiles at you.

“You’re beautiful you know, I can’t wait to make you my wife.” He says it with so much adoration that tears sprung to your eyes. He leaves light feathery kisses up your legs and kisses your swollen clit causing you to groan out his name and send tingles to every nerve ending. Just like that he made you feel like you hadn’t before. Hoseok usually liked body worship but not without teasing so it surprised you when he licked at your folds animatedly before dipping his tongue in your core. The moans of his name only spurred him on more, furiously tongue fucking you until you came hard seeing white spots in your vision. But he didn’t stop there, lapping at your juices afterwards licking a stripe up your core and around your bud harshly sucking on it until you came a second time not even a full minute after the first. He sits up again to let you catch your breath and to take of his pants and boxers, quickly fishing a condom out of the bedside tables top drawer, opening the foil and rolling it on.

“I hope you don’t mind jagiya, it’s just I want tonight to be about you. I want to show you how you make me feel.” He leans down to kiss the apples of your cheeks before inserting himself slowly. Usually he wouldn’t wait for you to adjust when the mood was this heavy but he showed some restraint for you tonight and you were glad for it. You were so hypersensitive at this point that you were sure you felt a bit of cum spill out as he slowly spread your legs. Once you whined and wriggled beneath him he snapped his hips up causing you to curse and hiss out his name. He repeated this a few times before building a steady rhythm in time with your hips. “Fuck, so tight.” He mutters mostly to himself nearly collapsing on top of you when you clenched at the sound of his voice.

His lips were next to your right ear now and you could hear his grunts and moans. He whispers the occasional sweet nothing in your ear before reaching his hand down his forefinger and thumb pinching your nub.

It all ended so fast you weren’t even sure what happened. Your hips snapped up as you opened your mouth in a silent scream body convulsing as you reach your climax. Hoseok is not far behind letting out a low growl of your name before he cums. It takes all he has to lay down beside you scooping you up in a cuddle as you come down from your high all the while him whispering how good you were in your ear.

“Hoseok that was-”

“Amazing?” You wanted to smack the shit eating grin off his face for a moment but just decided to nod at him and smile.

“Go to sleep jagiya.” He speaks as he draws soothing circles on your hips and brings the sheets over your bodies.

“I love you Jung Hoseok.”

“I love you too, Jung Y/N. Goodnight.”

Each other’s soulmates

Imagine based on the following OTP-prompt:

“Person A and Person B are each other’s soulmates, but they’re both in loving relationships with other people. Once they meet, they never want to leave each other’s sides, and they can feel themselves falling in love with the other person, despite still being in a relationship.”


* Justin’s POV *

I don’t know what it was about her… Maybe it was the way she was dancing or the way her dress was hugging every single curve on her body, but something about her made her stand out in the crowd. I shouldn’t even be looking at other girls since I was in a lovely and committed relationship with Talia, who I loved very much.

“Guys, I’m gonna go get something else to drink,” I told my friend. I got up from my seat and unwrapped my arm from Talia’s shoulders. Talia smiled at me and then turned back to her conversation with her friend, who I didn’t remember the name of.

The whole way to the bar my eyes were on her. She was currently talking to some guy, who she was holding hands with, probably a boyfriend?

I really had no idea on what was going on in my mind, but I had to talk to her. As I approached her,  her boyfriend/friend untangled their hands and left her, I started smiling, finally a chance to talk to her alone. I finally got up to her and pretended to bump into her. She turned around and looked me deeply into the eyes, and I had to swallow a lump that had gotten stuck in my throat. She was breathtaking!

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking at where I was going” I lied. The girl smiled and shrugged her shoulders. “It could happen to anybody,” she told me, then she bit down on her lip. “I’m Y/N,” she told me. Y/N, what a beautiful name she had! “Hi Y/N, I’m Justin,” I told her, then I shook her hand. “Are you here alone?” I asked her even though I already knew the answer. Y/N shook her head with a smile. “Nah, I’m here with my boyfriend,” she told me, I sighed and nodded my head. “Funny, I’m here with my girlfriend as well,” I told her. Y/N smiled widely and then took a sip of her drink.

“Listen, I wanted to know if you wanted to maybe hang out sometime? You know, just as friends” I told her. Y/N nodded her head and then took something out of her bag. “Call me, when you feel like hanging out,” she told me, then she left. I laughed a little, then I went to order something to drink.

After getting my drink I went back to my booth. Talia smiled and me, then she cuddled into me and kissed my cheek, but somehow the kiss did nothing to me.. Normally I would get a tingling feeling inside, but not anymore…


I was really excited for today! I was finally going to see Y/N again! Y/N was coming over to spend time with me and to get to know me better. I had made sure that Talia wouldn’t be at my house and that everything was cleaned and ready for her arrival. I had gone all in and hired a chef to cook lunch for us, to tell you the truth, I had never done anything like this to Talia and that scared the crap out of me.

There was a knock on the door, and I hurried down the stairs to open it. When I opened the door, a huge smile erupted on my lips. Y/N looked so beautiful! She was wearing an orange off-the-should top along with some ripped, black jeans. Her makeup was natural and, honestly, she looked perfect.

* Your POV *

When Justin opened the door, I couldn’t help but smile widely. I never in a million years thought that I would ever be able to spend my afternoon with the Justin Bieber, but here I was - it was unbelievable! Justin let me in and took me into his living room.

“So Justin, where is your girlfriend?” I asked Justin as I sat down. Justin cleared his throat and sat down beside me. “She went out with some friends,” he told me, then he handed me a glass of soda and we started chatting.

Justin was so easy to talk to, and in less than two hours I felt like I had known him my whole life.


* No one’s POV *

It had been 7 months since Y/N and Justin met each other at the club. The two grew closer every day and spend all their free time together, Y/N even joined Justin on his Stadium tour, but Talia didn’t, which Y/N found weird, but she shook it off. Y/N had tried to become friends with Talia, but Talia did not want anything to do with her, so Y/N stopped and only met with Justin whenever he wasn’t hanging with his girlfriend. Justin and Talia were still in a relationship, and they were still going strong, so were Arthur and Y/N though they were falling apart. Arthur was out every night with his friends, whereas Y/N was constantly with Justin, whenever he wasn’t with Talia.

Currently, Justin and Y/N were sitting outside by Justin’s pool:

* Your POV *

I sighed in content as I leaned back in my chair to soak up some more sun.

“How are you and Arthur?” Justin asked me quietly. I pulled off my sunglasses and looked him in the eyes. I shrugged and closed my eyes again, I didn’t feel like talking about him.

“Okay, I’ll drop that subject, but I have something else I wanna talk to you about”.

I sat up and pulled my hair into a messy bun. Justin sounded really serious, and he made me worried. “What’s up?” I asked him, then I placed my hand on his knee. Justin sighed, then he removed my hand and moved to sit beside me.

“I can’t keep denying my feelings” Justin quietly said. I had a feeling where this was going, but I wouldn’t blow my cover. “I’m not happy with Talia, and she knows it, but she won’t admit it” he continued with a sigh. “I already took the talk with Talia, where I told her that I was in love with someone else, she said she already knew it, she could see it in my eyes whenever I was looking at the girl”. I looked down at the ground and rubbed my face with my hands. “Y/N, I know we are meant to be, and so do you!” Justin told me. Justin made me look at him, which I did. “I know those kisses we have shared have been in a friendly manner, but every time I have kissed you, I always wished that I could keep kissing you, that I could be with you always, that you one day would be the mother of my children,” Justin told me.

My eyes got wide, and I gasped. “What are you saying?” I asked him as I grabbed his hands. “Elope with me, let us leave everyone behind and get married! I know we haven’t been dating, but I know that we are meant to be together, forever!” he told me. “But what about Arthur?” I asked him with furrowed eyebrows, though I liked the idea of being with Justin forever. “Tell him the truth, tell him that you’re in love with someone else and that you think he should find his own soulmate because you already found your soulmate” he enthusiastically told me, which made me smile widely. “You’re crazy,” I told him, then I leaned into him and pressed my lips against his. “But you love me,” he told me, then he continued to kiss me.

Justin was right. I wasn’t happy with Arthur, and I knew I wouldn’t spend the rest of my life with him, I would spend it with Justin, my soulmate, my one, and only love, and I wanted to be the mother of his children and his wife!


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Archie Andrews - (Y/N) One Shot/Imagine
Word Count: 968
(A/N): Requests are open!

For years Archie and you had something more than friendship. Never had you two talked about it but both of you always flirted and found excuses to touch each other and be around each other. You slowly started falling more and more for the red headed boy and you thought he was too until Veronica Lodge showed up in the town of pep.

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Ever since you can remember Jughead has always hated to celebrate his birthday, but tonight would be the first night he had gotten a suprise party - Betty insisted we would throw him one. During all the planning, you still tried to persuade her otherwise but she - as well as Archie, Veronica and Kevin - didn’t change their mind for one second, so you decided to just go with it and see how it turns out.

After a incredibly failed birthday party for someone who didn’t even want to have a birthday party, you slowly started cleaning up the mess that was in the Andrews’ house. Archie had been drinken too much this evening so you decided to help your friend. Since you can remember Archie and you had been friends, Archie, Jughead and you were kind of like the Three Musketiers when you were younger. But around a year ago, you started developing feelings for the red headed boy and everyone around you - including yourself - thought he was starting to feel the same way. You were always around each other since both of you always found excuses to be, you were somehow always touching each other and the sexual tension between you when you were near each other could be felt in the whole room. 

You heard some muffled, soft voices come from the living room while you were cleaning up. Slowly, while picking some trash up, you made your way to the living room.

“Our lives are all messed up,” you heard Veronica say while you were eaves dropping on their conversation. Ever since Veronica showed up in Riverdale, Archie has acted different towards you when she was around. His attention was fully focused on her and it was like you were thin air.

Eventually you decided to stop eaves dropping and walk into the living room, but you could have decided better than to do that.

You saw Veronica and Archie locking lips. Their kiss looked like it was full of lust and longing.

While standing there still, quiet and in complete shock of the scene you were witnessing, you could feel your heart breaking. Even if it wasn’t your right to, you felt anrgy at Archie but you also felt jealous of Veronica. She was kissing the guy you wanted to kiss for approximatly a year.

After what felt like hours but only was thirty seconds, you dropped the trashcan you were gathering all the classis red party cups in. You ran out of the living room, out of Archie’s house and suddenly stopped when you were in the middle of the deserted street.

“(Y/N)!” You heard the so familiar, lovely voice of Archie yell but you just couldn’t convince yourself to walk over to him or even look at his way. Without even maybe fully knowing, he broke your heart into a million pieces and it would have been way too hard to even be around him now. But right now, you needed tob e strong. You couldn’t run away because you couldn’t let him know what a big effect he had on you.
“(Y/N),” Archie now said while you heard him walk in front of you. Standing with you in the middle of the dark street where one streetlight was still flickering.

 “Archie, I don’t even want to know,” I began to say to him while looking up from the ground but still not looking him in his beautiful eyes.
“I wish you and Veronica the very best together, I do even if doesn’t look like it.” Saying those words to the guy I was in love with, was harder than I would have ever imagined. Never did I actually thought I would wish Archie the best with someone else. The only thing I always thought was that people would wish us the best together. People, like for example Kevin, saying we needed to get a room when we were being to lovely dovey in his eyes.

 “No, (Y/N), I don’t want you saying that,” Archie began while he lifted my head up with his fingers under my chin. Now I was looking righ into his eyes, the eyes that had made me fall hard.
“All I want is you. Kissing Veronica was a mistake because the only person I want to kiss is you. Since a while ago, you have been the only thing on my mind and the only one I wanted to kiss and hold. I like you, wait no, I like you a lot, (Y/N),” Archie continued and I could feel my heart starting to beat faster with every word he said. After a while, I finally heard what I wanted to hear from him and it felt better than ever. But still I was a little pissed about him kissing Ronnie. Why did he kiss her if he liked me that much?

 “If you like me so much, Andrews, why did you kiss Ronnie?” I asked him and I could see by his reaction this wasn’t the reaction he was excepting and hoping for.

 “I don’t know why, (Y/N), all I know is that it was a mistake and I didn’t even want it,” Archie answered me honestly. To be honest, I was content that instead of making up a stupid excuse he was honest with me on that he didn’t even knew why he had kissed her.

 A little smile formed itself on my face and again Archie was suprised of my reaction. Latetly I have been suprising him a lot.

”Well, Andrews, are you ever going to kiss me or what?” I said to Archie on who now appeared a smirk.
And then, after months of wanting to kiss him, our lips finally connected and we shared the most sweet, tender kiss.

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i'm actually dying to see number 11, haha... number 11 please?

11. Friends with benefits… but I actually like you

Nico buttoned up his jeans. His brain urged him to get the words out quickly, he had a shift starting in half an hour and time was never on his side. 

Percy Jackson, his best friend since sophomore year in high school, had the type of relationship with Nico he had with all his other friends. Hang out, drink beer on Friday nights and tell stupid jokes. But Nico was different, they had deeper, meaningful conversations about life and desires, they had no shame in sharing the same straw or toothbrush… even the same bed. 

Throughout college, they relied on each other for all-nighters, rides, advice, and someone to relax with. The first time they had sex, it was supposed to be a no-strings-attached thing that would never happen again. But it did. They both loved it, they wanted to do it again, and it surprisingly didn’t make anything weird between them. They still joked around, talked, scolded each other and everything. Sex was just another thing that naturally flowed between them. 

However, Nico now stood half-naked in Percy’s bedroom, trying to get out what might destroy everything. He had always heard you’re not supposed to develop feelings for a friend you have sex with, and now he knows why. 

It hurt. It hurt so bad being intimate with someone who might only think of you in that way. Percy is his best friend, and Nico knows for a fact he cares about him, but dating was a line they made clear of from the begining. He hated the idea of ruining their friendship, but he couldn't continue. 

“Percy, can I be honest for a moment before I go?” 

Percy turned to look at him with a smile, “‘Bout what?” 

Nico’s eyes darted from Percy’s bare upper half to a pile of dirty clothes in the corner. “I can’t continue doing this. It…it doesn’t mean the same to me anymore.”

The words may have been easier to get out because it was Percy he was talking to, or maybe it was the fact that now he had grown up. Whatever it was, Nico just wanted to get it over with and somehow keep his friendship. 

“What do you mean?” Percy sat on the edge of his bed, Nico sat beside him with distance. 

“I know we’ve already talked about this in college, so I just have to be honest. I accidentally fell in love with you in the past year. I’m not expecting a relationship but I can’t continue this benefits thing anymore.” 

Percy stared at the floor longer than Nico wished he would. It made him feel like a teenager again, telling some straight boy he had a crush on him and waiting for the let-down. 

“You know what’s funny? I felt like we were together this whole time. You practically live here, I’ve never felt so comfortable with someone and it feels natural to kiss you. It’s not like I thought of you as my boyfriend or anything but I might as well have.” 

Percy looked in Nico’s dark and shocked eyes, “I understand if it would be weird for you, but I’m fully willing to give it a shot.” 

Nico swallowed, “okay… good.” was all he could think to say. 

Percy cautiously took hold of Nico’s hand and squeezed. “When you get back we’ll talk about it. Thanks for telling me.” He leaned over the small distance Nico put between them and kissed his cheek.

Nico nodded, “of course.” He tried looking normal but his insides were melting and the heat was showing on his cheeks. 

“Come on, I’ll find your work shirt and you brush your hair. You look like an ape.” 

Nico laughed and threw a pillow at him. 

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Malec was at 45% when I voted. May I ask for some malec and Madzie cuteness? :)

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“It’s only a week, Alec.”

“I know, but think of what could happen.”

“This was literally your idea,” Magnus pointed out, and Alec groaned. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know that. He remembered damn well his brilliant idea that they should send their daughter away for a little bit of education and broadening of horizons. He just hadn’t realised how hard it was going to be.

It was late at night in the middle of a remote manor in the middle of the Scottish Highlands. It was so remote, in fact, that Alec struggled to resolve the fact that mundanes had built this. All the way out here. But rather than being full of mundanes now, it was acting as a warlock school for the week. Almost like a summer camp. Magnus had mentioned it idly, since the school had requested he drop by and take a class. It had been Alec’s idea to send Madzie.

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7,878 km//4,895 mi

People don’t really try to get to know someone anymore. At least, not like they used to. I’ve found that, sometimes… Taking the time to get to know someone halfway across the world, has its benefits.

If you try hard enough, you get to learn who another human being really is. Emotions, desires, needs, it all creates our existence.

//My reality//

For so long, I was scared to meet new people. I became dependant on my solitude, and any time someone fresh would step into my life, I broke. Lately, I’ve been sitting with random people at coffee shops, and meeting others online. While most hold little importance to me, I had the chance to meet a girl who brought me something I’ve been waiting for my whole life.


I dreamt I met you in a coffee shop while backpacking across the Netherlands, and to be honest that’s not too far off. Poetry is just coffee shop confessions, with a shot of whiskey. We met in the line, and you invited me to sit with you, so I did. We stole the table for three hours, then decided to head into Amsterdam for the day… I don’t remember the last time I enjoyed myself so much in a dream.

Since I met you, I haven’t spent a day without you in my mind… You’re my version of glory sung through trumpets made of gold. Rich, and powerful, and stunning. I dream of kisses shared on rooftops with the sun rising above, and long nights used for nothing more than pure pleasure.

I suppose what I’m trying to say is… Sometimes, when you least expect it, you find someone who’s eyes melt your heart. Their love becomes everything you’ve ever dreamed of, and their presence is the only thing you wish to feel.

I need to be careful because, I’ll end up with my head under water and my feet in the clouds. I would welcome drowning in your love, and flying in your skies any day. Skies so very far from mine… I’m glad that we started talking because with out you, I’d be vanilla with no chocolate, lost with no one to find me, and a lover with no one to woo.

In essence, you are everything my dreams have taught me about glee. You are the inspiration to get out of this house and step into new spaces, with different languages, and cheery people all around.

You are my morning thought, and my goodnight kiss. You are the first smile I’ve had in years, and the shine in my eye. Thank you G

-The Thank You Series

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  • 1. Any scars?
  • 2. Self harmed?
  • 3. Crush?
  • 4. Kissed anyone?
  • 5. Coke or Pepsi?
  • 6. Someone you hate?
  • 7. Best Friends?
  • 8. Have you drank alcohol or had drugs?
  • 9. What’s your dream job?
  • 10. Ever been in love?
  • 11. Last time you cried?
  • 12. Favorite color?
  • 13. Height?
  • 14. Birthday?
  • 15. Eye color?
  • 16. Hair color?
  • 17. What do you love?
  • 18. Obsession?
  • 19. If you had one wish, what would it be?
  • 20. Do you love someone?
  • 21. Kiss or hug?
  • 22. Nicknames people call you?
  • 23. Favorite song?
  • 24. Favorite band?
  • 25. Worst thing that has ever happened to you?
  • 26. Best thing that has ever happened to you?
  • 27. Something you would change about yourself?
  • 28. Ever dated someone?
  • 29. Worst mistake?
  • 30. Watch the movie or read the book?
  • 31. Ever had a heartbreak?
  • 32. Favorite show?
  • 33. Best day of your life?
  • 34. Any talents?
  • 35. Do you wish you could ever start over?
  • 36. Any bad habits?
  • 37. Ever had a near death experience?
  • 38. Someone I can tell anything to?
  • 39. Ever lost a loved one?
  • 40. Do you believe in love?
  • 41. Someone you hate/Dislike?
  • 42. Are you okay?
  • 43. Relationship status?
  • 44. Selfie?
Hot Chocolate Kisses pt. 1

 Part 2 –> 

Pairing: Jongdae x Reader
Wordcount: 2947
Warnings: Family issues, Injuries, mentions of blood
A/N: Let me know what you think guys! I’m really excited about this series! Message me if you want to be on the tag list!

Jongdae pov

10 years ago

Jongdae was sitting beside the rink, untying the laces of his skates. The cold of the air bit his cheeks, his fingers turned red because he forgot his gloves again. He felt the bruise forming on his knee, throbbing, warm under his touch through the fabric of his jeans.
He was trying to learn a proper spin, a sit spin, and he had lost balance. The momentum of the spin had sent him onto his knee, crashing into the ice.
Bruises were a common thing for him, he wasn’t the best figure skater of the class. But he loved doing it more than speed skating. His parents just wanted him to do what he wanted to do. Although his father had suggested taking up soccer or hockey, because he had noticed his son wasn’t the most skilled at the sport he chose.
“Jongdae! Are you coming?“ His mother called from the bleachers where she was talking to another mom. It was Taemin’s mother, he was in his group too. Taemin was a lot better than him, and had his first solo competition coming up soon.
Jongdae wanted to do competitions too, he loved watching them. There was something exciting about watching the professionals skate. The way they shifted from edge to edge without any problem, how they jumped like they were flying. The hypnotic sound of the sharp blades on the ice, soft, gliding, scarping, tapping. 

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Snow Day

I wrote this for Skye’s @tiny-sam-is-my-jam ‘s Christmas Challenge.  My prompt was sledding.

Characters:  Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader

It was the biggest snowstorm Lebanon had seen in years.  The weatherman had predicted a light snowfall, but the storm had changed course and dumped a ton of snow.

So much for the shifter case in Wisconsin.  No one was going anywhere.  The garage was buried, and there was NO way Dean would take Baby out in this weather.  She handled like crap in the snow.

One of the perks of living with two big, strapping guys is you never had to do any shoveling.  Sam and Dean had your car and the walk dug out before you even woke up.  And still it snowed.  And snowed.

By the third day, you were starting to get cabin fever.  The three of you were sitting in the war room doing research, and your mind began to wander. You couldn’t help it. Sam was sitting right across from you, and once your eyes focused on those sinful lips of his, every rational thought went out the window.

When he looked up at you and smiled exposing those deep dimples, your mouth went dry.  God you loved this man!  How was it possible that he hadn’t figured it out?

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