i would bone him so hard

the signs feeling intense anger

Every sign can reach the stage when the mind just ‘quits’, no matter how laid back they are. check mars and moon!


Aries: She feels no anger. She feels rage. The intensity, the strong, sometimes short but intense feeling of emotions was something she was familiar with, but what she did hate was the feeling of anger she could mostly never shake off. It was always there with her, she let her rage out and it seemed like an exploding volcano. All she saw was red, there was too much energy flowing inside her bones that she could not get rid off and so she let out her anger, and she did not care who would see her like that. ‘I am fire and you will get burned.’

Taurus: He was angry. Angry with the world, angry with this unsteadiness, angry with the fact, that he could not do anything to stop the current situation. Long, slim hands pulled him out of his nest and threw him hard on the ground. He flinched as a cold breeze came and took away all his warmth. “No, do not take everything away from me!!”, he screamed but the dark did not listen. Gritting his teeth he felt his temper raging, long horns started to grow out of his head and he shook his head, trying to get rid of the feeling of losing himself. 

Gemini: Emotions were an construct. A map with a thousand of points, connected with each other by a small, small string. No there was a knot in the strings, there and there was nothing else he could do to untie them, to clear up this mess in his head. It was like the road for his thoughts was blocked and now everything just piled up. Irritated he shook his head, even communicating was hard and the knot in his head slowly transformed in his whole body. Then his mind just quit. Rash action. 

Cancer: She could not tame herself anymore, she got hotheaded again and knew the will easily fall in an tantrum again. Followed by this feeling of guilt: why me? Why this unfairness? Why the need to upset others and be upset? In the end a wave of intensity and sadness washed her away before she could get a hold of herself again. And getting back to the surface after being pulled down by the ocean would cost her a lot strength. Strength and a long time of swimming through these endless waters. 

Leo: “I do not like this”. It all started with the feeling of unfairness, adding a a little bit of hurt to the shattered self that lay on the ground. “I cannot let them now I am hurt! I will not allow them to touch me gain that deeply.” She opened her mouth and showed her long, sharp fangs. She roared. It was loud and vibrant. Whetting her claws she narrowed her yellow, fiery eyes. “Pray for yourself”, she whispered before sprinting to her prey. 

Virgo: The head was a like a working space. There were many files and papers he read, worked with, analysed, only to put them into a new file that was stored somewhere in his office. “Wh- what is this?” This certain piece of paper  was not like the others. Unreadable. Impossible to put somewhere, therefore it was just out of order. “I..I have the control..”, he said, his hands starting to shake. “I..I have the control over it…I have the control..”, he repeated unsteady before standing up and shredding the unknown paper. He started breathing hysterically, what was that? This brooding fear inside of him? “Control…”, he said one last time before shattering the mirror and flipping his precious work desk. 

Libra: These thoughts. These worries. These fears. She did not know what to do. How was she supposed to handle? “It is their fault!!”, she cried. But at the same time is was her own fault. She cried quietly, feeling like she wanted to let everything out, but couldn’t reveal herself, because everyone next door was sleeping. She did not want to disturb them with the mess of feelings. “I will ignore it. Swallow it.” But it was far too much to keep on pretending. She felt like being on fire, but she still smiled. A poisonous, deadly smile. Everyone should feel her poison sting inside their veins. 

Scorpio: His anger is intense. It’s like a thunderstorm with roaring thunder inside of him. His heart is beating and he wants to destroy, cry and scream. He wants to let out his darkest thoughts, he wants the world to feel his pain, transformed out of the bitterness. But in the end, he remains silent and waits till everyone left. He could hurt anyone right now, but he know it’ll be no good, knowing that he will destroy for sure if he demonstrates his power. So he balls his fists and closes his door. Outside of his bedroom you can her the thunder roaring. 

Sagittarius: ‘Do not stop me’, was all she thought. These feelings were caging her. No matter what she did to distract herself, the anger would haunt her after all, so the minute it became to much she snapped. She could be free spirited and joyous but deep emotions were something completely different, especially anger. Because she was not only the laughter of joy but indeed the stomp of a herd of wild horses swirling up dust as they made their way through the steppe. There was raw force and energy inside of her and that needed to get out, now. 

Capricorn: Get a hold of yourself. Get a hold of yourself. Now. But there was no way to get himself under control. There was this dam inside of his head that stopped this enormous river of feelings of overflowing. Now, there were little cracks in the once so strong concrete and each of them plainly showed the nerves he lost from time to time. He sat at his desk, swallowed and closed his eyes. Suddenly, the dam broke. The raging float of dark water swallowed him completely. 

Aquarius: She saw it often on other people. Anger. She watched them live it out, stomping with their feet, raging, screaming, shouting. Now? She felt it herself. “I know this, this familiar”, she explained to herself. But familiar did not mean good. She knew her temper tantrums for when she was young. She knew that destructiveness could be a part of it. “I do not want that. I will not.” Suddenly a dark, whispering voice talked to her: “You do not choose to be out of touch. You are not your own master.” She widened her eyes anxiously. And suddenly, it was like she was 7 again. 

Pisces: Anger? Anger, he felt it so deeply, anger and the need to cry out of frustration, he did not want to feel it anymore, the worst thing that ate him alive right now. So he grew bitter. “I can turn nasty”, he thought. “I will be the worst if you make me feel this again.” And so he did. So he became the feeling of anger and bitterness himself. As he looked in the mirror he couldn’t recognize himself anymore. Dark, red eyes starred at him, tears flowing. 

The first time he sees you in lingerie - Male Avengers Headcanon

This wasn’t requested but idc, @scarlettsoldier and I were talking about plus size models lmao

Originally posted by little--batman

Bucky: 

He’d be so taken aback, but in the good way. He’d look you up and down, drinking you in. He’d bite his lip as he would make his way over to you, absolutely lost in the scraps of lace and bare skin, then he’d look into your eyes before mumbling that you’re so beautiful, before kissing you so passionately with his fingers tangled in your hair. “You’re gonna kill me, darlin’” 

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

Steve:

Steve would be so flustered, having never seen a woman in lingerie in the flesh. He would be rooted to to the spot once he walked into your shared bedroom. His facial expression would make you nervous, “Steve…Do- Do you like it?” “Oh G-God yes I do, doll, you look marvelous” It would be you that’d have to make the first move, you would take his large hands in yours and place them on your silk covered hips. He felt like a virgin again, but Jesus H. Christ, he was going to try and not ruin those skimpy piece of fabric the moment he got a hold on himself.

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Sam:

You’d be looking in the vanity mirror in your bedroom, catching a glance of the handsome man at the door in the reflection before smirking at him. You’d bought the undergarments as his birthday present. You blushed as his slender fingers made their way along your shoulders to move your hair out of the way. He would press kisses to your neck and mumble “happy birthday to me” whilst smiling as his hands wandered…

Originally posted by rad-aar

Tony: 

You’d walk into his lab wearing a black trench coat over the top, of course. His head didn’t turn until he heard your voice say “FRIDAY, lock the doors please.” He’d cock a brow up at your dolled up form, his eyes would travel down your legs and then his brows would raise when he saw them bare, his jaw would fall slack but would quickly pick back with a sly smirk. As you would unbutton the trench coat, letting it slide to the floor (whilst keeping eye contact and also biting your lip) you’d hear the words “Oh, my beautiful baby girl, come to daddy…”

Originally posted by theplacewheredreamsgo

Thor:

You had definitely remembered to pack your black corset number in your bag before Thor took you to Asgard for the first time. You wanted this trip to be memorable as possible. When he first sees you in it, you’re both in his bedchamber, you’re coming out of the en suite bathroom and his mighty facade drops completely and he chokes on his mead, he’s completely awestruck, for he had never seen such undergarments, ever. He would gently pull you between his open legs, trailing his large hands across the rigid bones of the black corset, to the silk panties below, all the way down to the lace tops of your stockings. “Do you like it, my love?” “I love it, My Queen.”

Originally posted by luvn-loki

Loki: (slightly AU)

Loki had been down the past couple of weeks, trying to adjust to being an avenger and the people around him. You wanted to cheer him up with something new, you knew behind his hard facade there was a troubled man. So you rummaged through your drawers and found the one thing you needed, the unused white lace panties and bra. You hastily slipped them on before throwing a t-shirt and shorts on over the top, before calling Loki through FRIDAY. As he opened the door to your room, he would give you a small smile before laying down next to you. “I have a present for you, darling” you would say, “and what would that be, my love?” “me, now I want you to take me out of my packaging” As he would peel your shirt up, his eyes would widen at the unusual underwear you were wearing, his hands would come to cup your breasts but at the same time, admire the fine lacework, he would let out a soft groan as he saw your panties..

Originally posted by justawkwardgirl

Bruce:

Oh god, the GIF says it all. He’d be quietly reading in his room, when you’d just saunter in casually in your pyjamas. You both usually slept in underwear, or naked *wink wink*, so as you padded towards the bed, you began to remove your clothing, as Bruce caught a glimpse of purple from beneath his lashes, he looked at you like so, and put his book down. He would murmur ‘oh god, oh god, oh god’ under his breath as you crawled your way towards him, straddling him. You would grab his hands and place them just below your breasts where the purple lace finished, urging him into touching you. His touches would be delicate and curious at first, “You like it, Bruce?” “Uh- Uh yes, baby it’s beautiful, but not as much as you” he would proceed to grasp your hip tighter as his other hand brought your chest down flush onto his, he would moan heavily into your kiss at the feeling of the lace scratching against his skin

Originally posted by arlothia

Clint:

As soon as he would see you, his mouth would go completely dry, and if you were in a cartoon his eyes would pop out of his head. He’d mumble, “Oh fuck, YES!”  before making grabby hands at you, begging you to come and sit on his lap (I mean seriously, look at them thighs!) He’d become bold and immediately kiss your breasts over the velvet fabric as his hands would ping the elastic of your stockings. He’d tell you how sexy you’d look on top of him in such attire whilst his hand would come to softly grasp your throat…

Originally posted by son-of-a-blake

Pietro:

You would be getting ready for a party- you didn’t intend for him to see you in your lacy undergarments until after the party! It was supposed to be a surprise! But as Pietro would come through your door he would make said face, giving you a once over, (ogling at your behind, obviously) whilst having a devilish grin on his face whilst saying “Ah, princezná, all for me?” making you whip around in shock. 

I should probably warn you that: 1. The idea is very old; 2. I mostly write stuff so I can push character limits, and here I clearly pushed too hard. Basically, expect lots of OOC.


Title: Think Before You Speak

Fandom: MommaCQ (belongs to @alainaprana)

Wordcount: 983

Warnings: OOC; mentions of injury and hospitalization; blatant angst.

Summary: Error hates the hospital.

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anonymous asked:

Sometimes I imagine hugging all of the paladins and how each one would hug differently and that fantasy is keeping me alive through finals

shiro would give such warm hugs. completely envelop you in his arms and put his chin on your head and squeeze, just a bit, just enough that you feel safe and loved. he might hold your hand too, tight, to make sure you know he’s there and you’re not alone. he’s a pretty patient guy, so he’d hug you for as long as you needed. it’d probably be pretty easy to fall asleep in a shiro-hug.

keith isn’t great with physical contact unless he really, really trusts you, i’m positive we can all agree on that. he’s probably a bit touch-starved, though; all he ever had was shiro, but then shiro disappeared. he never had a parent to hug, and then was left alone without a friend for a year. so i imagine his hugs would be hesitant and awkward at first, but once he’s okay with you, he’d be down for a hug, anytime.

lance would give like, really obnoxious hugs, but they’re lovely, good hugs nonetheless. i’m talking dramatically flung-out arms and sweeping you into his embrace, and probably accidentally dropping you, then apologising profusely before giving you a real, genuine, awkward “i’m so sorry i hope you didn’t break your hip” hug and clinging to you like a baby koala until you tell him it’s okay.

hunk would give literal bear hugs. bone-crushing, overwhelming but in a good way, tight, warm, safe bear hugs. hunk is the guy you go to when you’re sad and bawling your eyes out, because he’ll hug you so hard and tell you a lame joke, so you won’t be able to remember you’re sad, because you’ll be laughing and hugging him back and hiding your tears in his shirt. 

pidge probably isn’t one for hugs, unless she’s really emotional– like that scene where she hugged shiro. but i do think her hugs would be genuine and heartfelt, because she’s not great at comforting with words, but touch is something she can do to show that she cares without having to say it. she’s not very patient so probably wouldn’t stay there too long, but she’d be more than happy to sit in a comforting silence with you afterwards.

anonymous asked:

i'd be a hoe for some jimin neck kissin if you're still accepting drabble requests

wow I’m so deep in my feels right now, this ended up being so fluffy. also i wanted to add smut to this but it’s 1:30 am and I honestly have just wanted nothing more than to kiss and date jimin for the last two days i’m so emo

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You’ve gone away for the weekend with your boyfriend and his friends to a cabin, but you both decide to get a little time away from them early in the morning when the sun is rising and you’re both still tired.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

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Going down on you
  • Little breaths and gasped moans against your clit, his jaw teasing the sensitive skin on the inside of your thigh, holding onto your hips when you raise them desperate to get closer to his swollen lips. 
  • His plump swollen lips being almost red from being so focused on mouthing at your clit. Little slurping sounds against your skin, sometimes you feel his teeth grazing your clit, a stark contrast to the soft plush lips laving you with attention.
  • He would be so enthusiastic, he wouldn’t necessarily have a technique yet. But his enthusiasm would more than make up for it. He would bury his face in your pussy and lick you for all he is worth. You would sometimes guide him, pulling on his hair tell him when you liked something or bringing his head to a certain area he had neglected.
  • He would love the effect he has on you, seeing you writhing on top of him, pulling on his hair, arching your back, the breathy moans riling him up. He would be so incredibly hard, grinding into the mattress trying desperately to somehow cope with the aching need. 
  • His hands holding on to your thighs keeping them apart, little finger sized bruises left on your skin. His fingers leaving bruises on your hips from holding onto them so tightly.
  • Looking up at you, his nose resting on your pubic bone, a smirk playing on his lips, his cheeks flushed and his eyes incredibly dark. Humming against your clit, the vibrations travelling up your spine raising goosebumps on your skin.
I’m sorry I don’t know what this is… I just had a conversation with *ahem* someone and I couldn’t get it out of my head… but it’s very short? I’m sorry guys… ALSO KIND OF WANTED TO DO SOMETHING BECAUSE THE STORM WITHIN HIT 500 NOTES THANK YOU MY LOVELIES
Imagine...

Originally posted by effy-west

you’re Kirk’s wife and is close to all the crew, especially Spock, Bones and Scotty. Jim is worried about your safety on the Enterprise so he gets an officer to teach you self-defence. However the officer has a grudge on Kirk and takes it out on the reader who has too much pride to admit what’s going on. So when the boys find out, they go into overprotective mode.

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” Jim asked, holding your elbow as you stood outside the door to the gym. Jim had been worrying over you since you had first stepped foot onto the Enterprise.

“I’ll be fine. Now will you please get back to the bridge before this ship falls into disrepair” you teased, kissing his cheek and pushing him away. 

“Alright! Alright! I’m going! Comm me when you’ve finished” Jim chuckled, watching you go through into the gym before heading to the bridge. He did have work to do, no matter how much he’d be distracted until you came back. 

“Officer LaRue? I’m Ensign Kirk, the Captain said you would be able to teach me some self-defence classes” you introduced, walking up to the rather large officer. You couldn’t help but feel a little bit apprehensive about the class. He was so much bigger than you. 

“You’re the Captain’s wife?” he asked, running his eyes up and down you, sizing you up. It did nothing to help soothe the butterflies in your stomach. 

“Technically yes but I think you’re meant to call me Ensign” you corrected, bouncing on the balls of your feet. You always felt embarrassed when people found out your connection to Jim. No embarrassed was the wrong word, nervous. Yes that was it, nervous in case they thought you had gotten into the Enterprise because of your husband. When instead it was because of all your hard work. 

LaRue shrugged, beginning to get out some equipment. “I don’t care. We should get started. I expect you to work hard and keep up with me. I’m not going to go easy on you because you’re a girl” LaRue grumbled, as you bristled at that. It was fair though, you wanted to prove that you could handle being on the Enterprise. So if LaRue was your best chance, you would take it.


“So why aren’t you teaching her Captain?” Scotty asked, poking at his salad. Bones had put him on a diet, much to the irritation of the engineer. 

“Because the Captain would hate to see Ensign Kirk hurt” Spock replied, going through his data pad. 

“More like he’d get distracted too much” Bones scoffed, eating his sandwich with relish as he stared at a gaping Scotty. 

Jim rolled his eyes, glancing at his comm link in hope he had a message. “Shut up Bones! I just want to make sure Y/N is going to be okay on the ship. Especially as everyone knows that she’s my wife” Jim shrugged, putting him comm down a little bit too forcefully. 

“No one would harm Y/N Captain” Spock assured, typing away. 

“Hey!” You greeted, sitting beside Jim in the canteen. Honestly you were exhausted and you felt so sore. LaRue did not go easy on you at all, even considering that this was your first time. 

“Hey how was it?” Jim grinned, kissing your cheek as he wrapped an arm round you to bring you closer to him. 

You groaned, resting your head on his shoulder. “Good but I’m aching all over. Like in places I didn’t know should ever hurt” you grumbled, shaking your head. Honestly your arms ached, your legs were killing and you didn’t even want to know what was going on with your back. 

“Maybe you should have a medical” Bones suggested, reaching for his drink. 

“No thanks, Bones! I’m pretty sure I’m fine” you quickly cried, making Jim scoff into his lunch. It always amused him of your aversion for Bones when he was in doctor mode. It was probably due to how many times you had seen the doctor sticking a hypospray in Jim’s neck. 

“Perhaps it would be better for you to keep practicing Ensign. To become more used to the demands of the lessons” Spock advised, raising an eyebrow at your dramatics.

“I know that Spock, it doesn’t make my muscles hurt any less” you groaned, rolling your eyes at him. “Anyway, I should probably be getting back to work. I’ll see you tonight. See you later guys” you murmured, pecking Jim’s lips before waving at the others. 

As the weeks went on, you were becoming more and more covered in bruises. You hid yourself from everybody, especially Jim. All your skin was covered to make sure that no one could see the bruises. 

You had worked out a while ago that something wasn’t right. That no matter how much self-defence LaRue was teaching you, it didn’t make sense as to the level of force he used on you. So that was why you had stopped becoming intimate with Jim, scared in case he would find the bruises on your body and think you couldn’t handle yourself. Well you could. You just needed to find out a way to knock LaRue the fuck out.

“Ensign Kirk” a voice called from behind you, making you grimace. At the moment all you wanted to do was get on with your work so you could go to your quarters and have a nice warm bath. 

“Hey Spock, what are you doing down here?” you greeted, waiting for him to fall instep with you. 

“I was wondering if you and the Captain are alright. The Captain seems very tense lately and I wished to know if there was anything I could do to help” Spock told me, following me down the corridor to my work station. 

“We’re fine Spock, don’t worry. Jim’s just feeling stressed. Maybe you and Bones should take him for a drink next time we’re on a planet. It might cheer him up” you suggested, feeling guilt whirl in your stomach. You knew the reason Jim was so tense lately was because of you. So to offer a suggestion that you knew would not help, it made you feel 10 times worse about the situation.

“Of course. Maybe you could join us Y/N” Spock offered, handing you your datapad for you to use.

“Thanks Spock, but I don’t think that would help. Besides, it’s a boy’s night out. The clue is kind of in the name” you smiled, pulling up your work before looking up at Spock. It was so good to be surrounded by friends, even if you couldn’t tell them everything. 


“Is that seriously all you got? I’ve seen more fight in a Klingon, you’re pathetic!” LaRue sneered, kicking you in the ribs as you tried to pull yourself up for what felt like the 100th time. In fact you were pretty sure it was.

“Well maybe I should have a better teacher” you hissed between gritted teeth as you clutched onto your ribs. Before you had time to say or do anything else, LaRue was gripping onto your elbow and pulling you up onto your feet again.

“You’re the one who wanted this, Princess! Why don’t you stop acting like a pathetic wimp and actually give me a fight” he growled, before punching you in your stomach. The pain almost had you throwing up as you tried to remember how to breathe again. Your mind became fuzzy as you concentrated on standing on your own two feet rather than collapsing at LaRue’s.

Turning to face him, you swung a punch at him but he ducked, landing a blow to your side. You grunted out in pain, landing on your knees. Already your bruised ribs were going to turn into a darker colour, you just knew it.

Dragging yourself up, you faced him, slightly unsteady on your feet. He smirked at you, enjoying seeing you so weak and in pain. Waiting for him to come at you, you timed it just right so you could punch him clear in the jaw. LaRue went down like a tonne of bricks and you felt a sigh of relief escape you. You had managed to knock that frustrating little smirk off his face.

However your victory was short lived as LaRue grabbed you around the waist and tackled you onto the mat. All your breath left you as you were winded, groaning out slightly at how much pain you was in. It felt like you had been hit with a starship.

“That’s enough for today! I’d say learn some better moves but it’s obviously a waste of my time and oxygen” he grunted, holding his bloodied lip. It still made you feel a tiny bit proud of yourself though.

Making your way down to your quarter for a shower, you couldn’t help but notice yourself struggling to breathe. Even though your ribs ached like they normally did, this time it felt like you were getting stabbed with every inhale and exhale. This time you couldn’t ignore it, especially when an ensign accidentally bumped into you and nearly sent your vision white with a burst of pain.

Grunting in both annoyance and pain, you realised that you’d have to go down to Medbay. 

Poking your head around the door, you could sigh in relief if it didn’t feel so bad when you didn’t see Bones in the vicinity. That meant he was either in his office doing work or that he was with Jim. Stepping properly into the room, you went to grab the attention of a nurse when you saw your luck go up in smoke. Bones had walked in from his office directly in front of you and had spotted you. Cursing your luck and Bones’s untimely appearance, you turned on your heel before he could call you.

“Y/N? What are you doing in here? That idiot hasn’t got himself hurt again has he?” Bones greeted, reaching out for your shoulder to spin you around. You flinched away, instantly regretting it as you had to breathe out through gritted teeth. “Y/N?” he frowned in concern, eyes raking over you.

“I’m fine, sore shoulder. I was just looking for Jim. Thought he’d be here. I’d better go though” you muttered, keeping your sentences short so you didn’t have to take in as much breath. 

Bones took in your hunched posture, clenched fists and slightly sweaty forehead, realising that something was wrong. “Yeah that’s not a sore shoulder. Come on” Bones stated, leading me to a bed. 

“Honestly Bones, it’s fine! You don’t need to worry, it’ll be fine once I have a shower and a good night’s rest” you protested, trying to think of some excuse to get you out of this. If they found out about this you knew they would become overprotective of you, not let it rest until they found out who was doing this to you. And Jim would feel so guilty about getting LaRue to teach you self defence.

“You can’t even stand up straight. Now shut up and get on the bed!” Bones ordered, preparing the tricorder he would need to scan you. 

“Your bedside manner is atrocious doctor” you complained as you did what you was told. Maybe you could just get away with it being a bruised rib. Yeah… that was the best you could hope for. 

“Well I don’t do this job to get friends, darlin’. Now sit still while I actually do my job” Bones muttered, beginning to scan you. He frowned, noticing the incredible amount of white blood cells in your blood stream but no actual cause of illness. He lowered the tricorder over your chest cavity before he stopped, staring at the result. What the hell?

“May I?” he asked gently, hands reaching for your regulation shirt. 

You gulped, jaw tightening before nodding. He lifted up your shirt, staring at the expanse of bruises that littered all over your body. There was various colours, indicating the age of the bruises: blues, blacks, greens and browns. The worst was over your ribs and even from here he could see the slight misshape of your lower ribs. 

“Who did this?” Bones growled, eyes shooting up to yours. 

“Bones, it’s nothing. I can handle-” you started, knowing exactly how this was going to work. 

“Like hell you can! You’ve broken a rib Y/N! It’s why you can’t breathe without it hurting. Now who’s done this to ya or do I have to call Jim?” he demanded, getting a hypospray ready to give you some painkillers. Sighing heavily, you told him to call Jim. It would be better if they were all here so you could tell them. You didn’t really want to have to repeat it to everybody.


“Y/N! Hey, what’s wrong? Bones said to come down to medbay at once” Jim frowned, hurrying to your side as Spock followed in after him. Bones quickly shut the divider firmly behind them. You sighed, resting yourself against Jim, grimacing as you did so.

“I uh… I need to tell you something. I didn’t mean to keep it from you but… uh… I mean” you stuttered, nerves eating at your stomach. What if they were mad at you? What if they blamed you in some way? All these questions ran through your head as you tried to find the right words.

“She’s got a broken rib, extensive bruising and she’s lucky to have missed out on internal bleeding” Bones reported, interrupting your stuttering to tell everybody his diagnosis.

“What? How? Are you okay?” Jim questioned, hands coming to skim over your sides and pull up your shirt. He stopped at seeing your bruised body, unable to take in the sight. This is why you had been so distant. Why you didn’t want him to touch you or even see you undress. “Who did this?” Jim whispered, voice deceptively calm.

“Jim, just listen for a minute okay. Don’t get mad” you sighed, holding onto your ribs. 

“Don’t get mad?! It looks like you’ve been beaten to within an inch of your life! Who did this to you? Y/N, you have to tell me” Jim shouted, gripping onto your shoulders. 

“LaRue.”

“I’ll kill him. I’ll kill him” Jim growled, jumping up from the bed and storming towards the exit. You knew without doubt that Jim would, the conviction in his voice and the anger which strum through his body would make sure of it. But you didn’t want Jim to do that. It would destroy him if it did. He would lose his Captaincy, get thrown out of Starfleet and lose all that he had worked so hard for. You knew it would kill him to go through that.

“Jim! Stop!” you cried, trying to follow him but you couldn’t. The movement had caused your whole chest and back muscles to spasm, making you crumple to the floor. You would have hit your head on the bed if it wasn’t for Bones catching you and trying to hold you back.

Jim stopped, looking torn between helping you and making sure you were alright. Or paying a visit to LaRue and throwing him out of an airlock. 

“Captain, maybe it is best to listen to Y/N. If you try and go after LaRue, I fear that Y/N may injure herself further by running after you” Spock objected, glancing at Jim as Bones helped me back onto the bed.

“Definitely agreeing with you there Spock…Jim, will you please just leave it. If you kill him, he’ll make sure you’ll lose everything you love. Including this ship” you told him, grimacing as you lay back down on the bed. 

“He already hurt the thing I love the most” Jim sighed, coming to sit on the side of your bed and take your hand.

“I’m going to give you a painkiller and then I’ll give you something for your ribs. It might knock you out for a few hours but you’ll be as good as new when you wake up” Bones informed, getting everything prepared.

“Does this mean he’s going to stab me with a hypospray again?” you whinged, pouting up at your husband who smiled reassuringly. However, before he could reply back, you felt a flare of pain in your arm as Bones pressed a hypospray into you. “OUCH!” you cried, pulling away as he reached for the spray that would mend your ribs. 

“Don’t be such an infant!” Bones scoffed, stabbing you again.

“Jim… you need to fire him!” you breathed, already feeling the medication work. You tried your best to fight it as you could blearily see Jim lean over and kiss your head. The last thing you saw before you fell asleep was Jim smiling at you softly as he cupped your cheek.


Kirk found LaRue just finishing up his shift when he cornered him in a practice room. “So let me guess? You thought it would be a good idea to hurt Y/N, the woman I love, because of something I did” Jim announced, making LaRue jump and spin around in fear. Jim felt a streak of pleasure at seeing the man who had hurt his wife now terrified of him.

“Captain… uh… what are you talking about?” LaRue murmured, glancing behind Jim at Spock and Bones who was blocking the door. They were furious, faces cold and hard with no hint of kindness at all. They loved Y/N like their own sister and they would not tolerate anyone hurting her.

“Of course not! Spock, why don’t you shut the door, this might take a while” Jim suggested, lips quirking up at LaRue. 

“Captain! Please! It’s a misunderstanding! I was teaching her self-defence!” LaRue protested, stepping back against the wall.

“Ensign Kirk had a broken rib and multiple bruises over her body. I fail to see how that is efficiently teaching her self-defence” Spock rebuked, raising an eyebrow at the officer in front of him.

“She was bound to get hurt while I was teaching her!” LaRue objected, trying anything to get himself out of this. Surely they wouldn’t hurt him right? I mean after all, there was protocol. 

“Good god man! You were meant to be teaching her, not beating her until she could barely breath! What kind of man are you to take advantage of her like that?” Bones snarled, stepping forward, fist clenched. 

“Let me see, it was because I passed the promotion to someone else wasn’t it?” Jim smirked, punching LaRue with a right hook on his jaw. LaRue went down like a tonne of bricks, clutching his jaw tightly as he groaned. “Or was it when I refused to pick you for a expedition when you had been drinking? Oh, is it because I had you court-martial because you were drunk on duty?” Jim growled, hitting him again and breaking LaRue’s nose. It sent blood spurting out over the floor. 

Jim grabbed him by the lapels of his shirt and slammed him into the wall, hearing the dull metal clunk at the impact. “Or was it because I embarrassed you back at the Academy because I beat you in all our classes? Huh? Is that it?” Jim snarled, kneeing LaRue in the side. LaRue groaned, doubling over onto the floor, clutching his side.

“So when you had the chance to hurt my wife, I bet you jumped at it. I bet there was a place deep inside your sick mind that couldn’t wait to make her feel the pain, the embarrassment that you felt” Jim hissed, crouching down to LaRue’s side. Jim gripped LaRue’s hair, making sure he was looking at him. “Well, just so you know. You’re going to be responsible for getting kicked off this ship, a court-martial back on Earth and knowing you’ll never be working on a starship ever again. Not if I can help it anyway” Jim growled, shoving him away.

“Jim, that’s enough. Come on!” Bones interfered, pulling Jim away from the gasping man. “I’ll get someone to bring him to medbay before he’s transported back to Starfleet” Bones told him, leading Jim away.

“Oh, if you ever touch Y/N again, I swear I will find you and I will kill you” Jim promised, holding onto his bloodied fist. 

“Captain, come. Y/N will be awake soon” Spock instructed, ushering Jim out the room while Bones called for some help to take LaRue down to the medbay for a check over.


When you woke up, you felt groggy and confused for a few moments, the medication still in your bloodstream. But at least you could breathe better now, the pain in your body gone. Looking to the side of you, you spotted Jim sitting in a chair next to yours. He had fallen asleep with his head on the bed, snoring slightly. Running your fingers through his soft blonde hair, you looked back at the bright ceiling before looking to your other side.

You gaped, shocked at what you saw. There in the bed next to you was LaRue. He was surrounded by security but he looked like he had been knocked out. Shaking your head, you realised what had happened.

Tugging on Jim’s hair to wake him up, you heard his cries of pain as you spun your head to scowl at him. “Ow what was that for?!” he complained, rubbing his head as he gaped at you.

“You have a lot of explaining to do, idiot!” you glowered, pointing to the bed next to you.

“Oh that… don’t pretend you don’t like my protectiveness Y/N” he smirked, leaning back in his chair.

“Jim Kirk, you are nothing but trouble” you sighed, shaking your head as you couldn’t help but smile at him. Because it was true. You did love how protective he was of you. Even if he didn’t listen to you.

Auston Matthews - Drunk and Jealous

anon request: okkk so could you do an auston matthews one where you’re drunk and dancing with guys and he gets jealous and takes u home & idk if u do smut but make it a lil nasty?

anon request: Auston Matthews fluff? :) x

i would do an auston matthews imagine any day! i love him sm️ and i don’t write smut but making out and kissing i can do so i hope this was okay and i hope it was at least a little fluffy cause i was kinda short:))

warnings: making out, kissing, cussing, mentions of alcohol

Originally posted by nylanderhoe

it was after an amazing goal scored by tyler bozak and a hard fought win we were out celebrating at a bar. i was having the time of my life dancing with all of the lady leafs. “y/n another shot?” one of the girls asked, i quickly nodded and took the shot from her hand and downed it receiving a few cheers as i threw my arms up in the air yelling along with them.

the shot was like fire down my throat but i loved it. i stumbled up the stairs to the vip where all of the guys were drinking beers and slightly dancing to music, “they look so awkward” i giggled with steph as she nodded helping me up the stairs, her being much more sober. “slow down there tiger your gonna hurt yourself” she laughed practically having to pull me up the stairs.

“aus!” i shouted trying to run over to him but almost falling over. “hey baby” he kissed my cheek and i pushed him away. “that is PDA auston!” i pointed my finger at his chest. morgan and mitch were beside me laughing at what was occurring in front of them. “and what are you laughing at you eleven year old and you over sized teddy bear” at that aus was laughing at the two boys, and so was william then matt joined in too.

“you know mitch i don’t even think your supposed to be in here” i shook my head at him disapprovingly. “sorry mitch” auston laughed and pulled me back to him. “she won’t remember this tomorrow” he smiled down at me.

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I was asked by someone to spoil the reunion scene for them, so of course I was more than happy to comply 😏 Without further ado, I give you The Print Shop.


A. MALCOLM
PRINTER and BOOKSELLER

I stretched out my hand and touched the black letters of the name. A. Malcolm. Alexander Malcolm. James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser. Perhaps.

Another minute, and I would lose my nerve. I shoved open the door and walked in.

There was a broad counter across the front of the room, with an open flap in it, and a rack to one side that held several trays of type. Posters and notices of all sorts were tracked up on the opposite wall; samples, no doubt.

The door into the back room was open, showing the bulky angular frame of a printing press. Bent over it, his back turned to me, was Jamie.

“Is that you, Geordie?” he asked, not turning around. He was dressed in shirt and breeches, and had a small tool of some kind in his hand, with which he was doing something to the innards of the press. “Took ye long enough. Did ye get the–”

“It isn’t Geordie,” I said. My voice was higher than usual. “It’s me,” I said. “Claire.”

He straightened up very slowly. He wore his hair long; a thick tail of a deep, rich auburn sparked with copper. I had time to see that the neat ribbon that tied it back was green, and then he turned around.

He stared at me without speaking. A tenor ran down the muscular throat as he swallowed, but still he didn’t say anything.

It was the same broad, good-humored face, dark blue eyes aslant the high, flat cheekbones of a Viking, long mouth curling at the ends as though always on the verge of smiling. The line surrounding eyes and mouth were deeper, of course. The nose had changed just a bit. The knife-edge bridge was slightly thickened near the base by the ridge of an old, healed fracture. It made him look fiercer, I thought, but lessened the air of aloof reserve, and lent his appearance a new rough charm.

I walked through the flap in the counter flap, seeing nothing but that unblinking stare. I cleared my throat.

“When did you break your nose?”

The corners of the wide mouth lifted slightly.

“About three minutes after I last saw ye – Sassenach.”

There was a hesitation, almost a question in the name. There was no more than a foot between us. I reached out tentatively and touched the tiny line of the break, where the bone pressed white against the bronze of his skin.

He flinched backward as though an electric spark had arced between us, and the calm expression shattered.

“You’re real,” he whispered. I had thought him pale already. Now all vestiges of color drained from his face. His eyes rolled up and he slumped to the floor in a shower of papers and oddments that had been sitting on the press – he fell rather gracefully for such a large man, I thought abstractedly.

It was only a faint; his eyelids were beginning to flutter by the time I knelt beside him and loosened the stock at his throat. I had no doubts at all by now, but still I looked automatically as I pulled the heavy linen away. It was there, of course, the small triangular scar just above the collarbone, left by the knife of Captain Jonathan Randall, Esquire, of his Majesty’s Eighth Dragoons.

His normal healthy color was returning. I sat cross-legged on the floor and hoisted his head onto my thigh. His hair felt thick and soft in my hand. His eyes opened.

“That bad, is it?” I said, smiling down at him with the same words he had used to me on the day of our wedding, holding my head in his lap, twenty-odd years before.

“That bad, and worse, Sassenach,” he answered, mouth twitching with something almost a smile. He sat up abruptly, staring at me.

“God in heaven, you are real!”

“So are you.” I lifted my chin to look up at him. “I th-thought you were dead.” I had meant to speak lightly, but my voice betrayed me. The tears spilled down my cheeks, only to soak into the rough cloth of his shirt as he pilled me hard against him.

I shook so that it was some time before I realized that he was shaking, too, and for the same reason. I don’t know how long we sat there on the dusty floor, crying in each other’s arms with the longing of twenty years spilling down our faces.

His fingers twined hard in my hair, pulling it loose so that it tumbled down my neck. The dislodged pins cascaded over my shoulders and pinged on the floor like pellets of hail. My own fingers were clasped around his forearm, digging into the linen as though I were afraid he would disappear unless physically restrained.

As though gripped by the same fear, he suddenly grasped me by the shoulders and held me away from him, staring desperately into my face. he put his hand to my cheek, and traced the bones over and over again, oblivious to my tears and to my abundantly running nose.

I sniffed loudly, which seemed to bring him to his senses, for he let go and groped hastily in his sleeve for a handkerchief, which he used clumsily to swab at first at my face, then his own.

“Give me that.” I grabbed the erratically waving swatch of cloth and blew my nose firmly. “Now you.” I handed him the cloth and watched as he blew his nose with a noise like a strangled goose. I giggled, undone with emotion.

He smiled too, knuckling the tears away from his eyes, unable to stop staring at me.

Suddenly I couldn’t bear not touching him. I lunged at him, and he got his arms up just in time to catch me. I squeezed until I could hear his ribs crack, and felt his hands roughly caressing my back as he said my name over and over.

At last I could let go, and sat back a little. He glanced down at the floor between his legs, frowning.

“Did you lose something?” I asked, surprised.

He looked up and smiled, a little shyly.

“I was afraid I’d lost hold altogether and pissed myself, but it’s all right. I’ve just sat on the alepot.”

Sure enough, a pool of aromatic brown liquid was spreading slowly beneath him. With a squeak of alarm, I scrambled to my feet and helped him up. After trying vainly to assess the damage behind, he shrugged and unfastened his breeches. He pushed the tight fabric down over his haunches, then stopped and looked at me, blushing slightly.

“It’s all right,” I said, feeling a rich blush stain my own cheeks. “We’re married.” I cast my eyes down, nonetheless, feeling a little breathless. “At least, I suppose we are.”

He stared at me for a long moment, then a smile curved his wide, soft mouth.

“Aye, we are,” he said. Kicking free of the stained breeches, he stepped toward me.

I stretched out a hand toward him, as much to stop as to welcome him. I wanted more than anything to touch him again, but was unaccountably shy. After so long, how were we to start again?

He felt the constraint of mingled shyness and intimacy as well. Stopping a few inches from me, he took my hand. He hesitated for a moment, then bent his head over it, his lips barely brushing my knuckles. His fingers touched the silver ring and stopped there, holding the metal lightly between thumb and forefinger.

“I never took it off,” I blurted. It seemed important he should know that. He squeezed my hand lightly, but he didn’t let go.

“I want–” He stopped and swallowed, still holding my hand. His fingers found and touched the silver ring once more. “I want verra much to kiss you,” he said softly. “May I do that?”

The tears were barely dammed. Two more welled up and overflowed; I felt them, full and round, roll down my cheeks.

“Yes,” I whispered.

He drew me slowly close to him, holding our linked hands just under his breast.

“I havena done this for a verra long time,” he said. I saw the hope and the fear dark in the blue of his eyes. I took the gift and gave it back to him.

“Neither have I,” I said softly.

His hands cupped my face with exquisite gentleness, and he set his mouth on mine.

I didn’t know quite what I had been expecting. A reprise of the pounding fury that had accompanied our final parting? I had remembered that so often, lived it over in memory, helpless to change the outcome. The half-rough, timeless hours of mutual possession in the darkness of our marriage bed? I had longed for that, wakened often sweating and trembling from the memory of it.

But we were strangers now, barely touching, each seeking the way toward joining, slowly, tentatively, seeking and giving unspoken permission with our silent lips. My eyes were closed, and I knew without looking that Jamie’s were, as well. We were, quite simply, afraid to look at each other.

Without raising his head, he began to stroke me lightly, feeling my bones through my clothes, familiarizing himself again with the terrain of my body. At last his hand t raveled down my arm and caught my right hand. His fingers traced my hand until the found the ring again, and circled it, feeling the interlaced silver of the Highland pattern, polished with long wear, but still distinct.

His lips moved over mind, across my cheeks and eyes. I gently stroked his back, feeling through his shirt the marks I couldn’t see, the remnants of old scars, like my ring, worn but still distinct.

“I’ve seen ye so many times,” he said, his voice whispering warm in my ear. “You’ve come to me so often. When I dreamed sometimes. When I lay in fever. When I was so afraid and so lonely I knew I must die. When I needed you, I would always see ye, smiling, with your hair curling up about your face. But ye never spoke. And ye never touched me.”

“I can touch you now.” I reached up and drew my hand gently down his temple, his ear, the cheek and jaw that I could see. My hand went to the nape of his neck, under the clubbed bronze hair, and he raised his head at last, and cupped my face between my hands, love glowing strong in the dark blue eyes.

Dinna be afraid,” he said softly. “There’s the t w o  of  u s  now.”

~ Voyager, Chapter 24, “A. Malcolm, Printer”

It’s Complicated (Jason Blossom Imagine Jason x Reader- Part 1)

Request: I swear You are the best writer ever. I loved your Jason Blossom imagine, do you think you could write more? It was absolutely beautiful, maybe one where Jason and the reader were the longest lasting couple and this new girl tries to break them up, so they get into a fight but Cheryl fixes them. Thank you so much, I loved your imagine so so much ❤️❤️

Words Count: 1990 (shiiiiiiiiit)

Warnings: None

A/N: Whoever wrote this request, you are adorable and your compliment made me happy, thank you thank you thank you!!!! <3

PART TWO   PART THREE 



Your eyes flutter open to a sunbeam dancing across your face. You groan and turn your ahead away from the light. You feel your body slowly sink back into sleep but your phone dings a happy tune, alerting you of a new message. You roll your body and fumble for your phone on your bedside table. Squinting from the brightness coming off your phone, you open the message. You smile at your phone when you realise it’s from your boyfriend, Jason Blossom. You sit up and read the message.
JJ: Time to wake up, I’ll pick you up today!” You click your phone off and slowly rise from your bed.

You had showered, gotten dress and were currently eating breakfast with your parents. You heard the front door open and saw Jason walk in.  “Good morning Mr and Mrs (Y/L/N), how has your morning been so far?” Jason asks politely. You parents smile at Jason
“Very well Jason and yours?” Your Dad asks.
“As good as a Monday morning can be Sir.” Jason say, he walks up to you and kisses your cheek.
“You ready to go?” He asks, slinging your bag around his shoulder. You nod, kissing your parents on the cheek before heading out the front door with Jason. He chucks your bag in the back seat. “Why hello there beautiful, how are you today?” Cheryl asks from the front seat. You laugh and hug her hello.
“I’m fine, how are you Cheryl?” You ask, pulling away from the red-haired girl. She grimaces and you nod your head, understanding that it was something she didn’t want to talk about. You reach over to open your door but Jason’s hand gets there first, opening it for you. You smile up at him and he smiles back down at you. “Hi you.” He says, cupping your jaw and planting a quick kiss on your lips.
“Hi, how was football practice?” You ask, climbing into the backseat of his red car.
“It was okay, think I might have bent something that is not supposed to bend.” He says, making his way to the front seat. He starts up the car and pulls out into the street. Concern fills your body, showing on your face. Jason notices your face and reaches back to hold your hand.
“Babe, it’s fine. It was kidding.” He says. You raise your eyebrows at him and he laughs. “Mostly.” He corrects. Cheryl looks at her twin and then back to you.
“You two are so cute, I still can’t believe you guys have been dating since you were 13.” She states before turning her attention back to Jason. They talk about homework and what they were doing after school. You close your eyes and lean your head back on the head rest behind you. You feel your body drift off into a light sleep.

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Remember

Sam x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,325

Originally posted by spn-mostly

[Gif not mine, credit as stated]

“Do you think she ever got sick of what we were doing?” Sam asked Dean solemnly, his heart throbbing as he stared down at the dead grass and leaves that surrounded his feet, “I–I mean, ya know… Ever wanted it all to just end?” 

Sighing, Dean placed a hand on the back of his younger brother and attempted to soothe him with sympathetic affection. Seeing as though this didn’t work in the moment, Dean let go of Sam and placed his hands in his pockets.

“I’m sure she never meant this,” He mumbled, his voice raspy with sorrow, “She was a good girl–a good hunter,” He looked up at his brother who only stared at a baron tombstone with a name that broke him to pieces, “She stayed for you, Sammy.” 

“She could’ve left. I told her so many times that she could’ve left.” 

“That’s the thing, isn’t it?” 

Sam looked at Dean inquisitively, his head cocked to the side for a moment, but the sorrow never leaving despite his curiosity–he was such a mess. His eyes were bloodshot and his face had stubble growing, his hair was longer than it had been and shagged all about. He was incomplete without her; he didn’t know how to act or how to more or less survive without her presence.

“She would’ve done anything for you. Would’ve gone out and defeated the nastiest of monsters just to make sure you were okay,” Dean continued, “Hell, she even helped me out with those clowns a long while back. She did most of the stabbing and slashing. She made sure you were safe and when you ran away screaming, she made sure to attack those who made her Sam scream in fear,” He let out a light chuckle, “Sounded a little weird, didn’t it?”

A breathy little huff of air puffed out of Sam’s mouth as he smiled lightly at the thought. He remembered when she’d done that for him. Y/N had always been one for ‘taking one for the team,’ but Sam had hardly noticed how often she did take one for the team for him. He never noticed how often she would stay awake at night while he was still asleep to make sure he could stay asleep. He never noticed how on edge she was when they had to go on a hunt without Dean, because that was her back-up if she couldn’t do enough to protect Sam. She’d more or less tell him to stay back, to keep away from all the danger just so he wouldn’t get hurt.

But this time, she couldn’t stop how much he’d be hurting. He was hurting beyond belief; every bone in his body ached,e very muscle was sore, every nerve was on edge – and he hadn’t even been hurt physically. Her death impacted him more than he thought it would, but he’d been insane to think that it would’ve just been like every other death he’d experienced. His own and people he loved.

How sad, he thought.

“She was a good person,” Sam mused, “She did a lot for us. It’s hard to believe we’ll never even get to thank her for that.” 

Dean nodded, sighing lightly, “I think she knows.” 

Sam looked at Dean, “You think so?” 

“I know so.” 

A small smile lifted the corners of Sam’s lips. Just thinking about the fact that maybe she knew how thankful he was for everything she’d done made him feel a little bit better. He wished he could’ve told her in person; wished he could’ve said ‘thank you’ so many times. But right then would have to be enough. Just a single ray of hope, but enough to get him through.

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Year later

Sam had been minding his own business in the bunker. Sitting at the table with books surrounding him like they did every evening. Whether or not he did it to keep himself occupied or to actually study things, nobody knew. All he did was sit around at that table and look through books upon books, either searching for something or seemingly intrigued in something. Dean teased him a lot about it; called him a bookworm and everything, but if he were going to be completely honest, he was proud of his younger brother. It’d taken him so long to get over… Her death… But a year later, he was flipping through books like they were links on a website. Dean often questioned what he was so eager to find or if he was even trying to find anything in the first place.

Dean was getting ready to go to the lab they had in the bunker. He was pretty curious about what technological devices were down there, plus they’d already had Charlie down to fix and explain everything to them. He wasn’t necessarily tech savvy, but he was object savvy–Dean would be doing a little rummaging.

Though, his rummaging plans would soon be tarnished as he heard a loud banging noise at the door at the top of the stairs. He glanced behind him to find that Sam was too engrossed in his literature to even take a gander at the door that needed opened. Laughing lightly to himself, Dean backed up and high-tailed his way up the stairs to unlock the door. He hadn’t even considered the fact that they weren’t expecting visitors.

Carelessly, Dean unlocked the door and swung it open.

What lay before him shocked him so bad he almost fainted.

“Y/N?!” 

She leaped forward and placed her hand on his mouth, “Shh!” She gestured her head downward toward Sam whom she’d noticed had heard Dean’s cry, but then he’d turned back around, rummaging through books upon books, “You have to keep quiet!” She whisper-shouted.

Dean was very quick to rip himself out of her grasp. He grabbed the door and slammed it shut, unsheathed a sharp knife from his belt loop, slammed her up against the wall, and placed the knife at her throat.

“You better explain to me real fast why you’re not layin’ in that casket Sammy and I both made and buried you in,” Dean growled, “You a demon? Huh?” He hissed, the knife almost scarping her skin.

“Go ahead,” She provoked, “Cut me.” 

Without hesitation, Dean grabbed her forearm, and ran the blade across. Blood poured out of the wound and as Dean came to the realization that it really was Y/N, his eyes widened and the knife he held in his hand dropped to the floor with a loud thud.

“Dean!” Sam called, “What are you doing up there? All you had to do was answer the door, not fight a demon!” 

Dean swallowed harshly and didn’t even try to stop his younger brother as he heard him incline the stairs. His footsteps stomped on the metal one stair at a time and Y/N realized that she was in for a very rude awakening when his eyes would meet hers. She wasn’t even concerned about all the blood falling down her arm; at least he’d know that she wasn’t a demon. 

“Dean, seriously. What are you–” Sam’s breath hitched in his throat as soon as his eyes met Y/N’s, “–Y/N?” He choked out, throat bobbing as he swallowed harshly and he kept getting choked up, “But… But.. We lowered you into the… The ground. You were–you were… Dead… You were…” Sam couldn’t seem to make any sense out of it and she didn’t expect him to. 

There were a lot of things she needed to explain but now was the time to listen to their wrath. She owed them that much. 

“That demon killed you!” Dean roared, anger spewing out of every crevasse of his body, “There’s no way you survived that! Cas wasn’t even around to save you and there’s no way he could have anyway. You were dead, Y/N!” 

Her shoulders grew heavy. It felt like she was carrying the weight of the world all on her own. She knew there was no time to pity for herself, but she couldn’t help it. She’d spent the better part of a year miles and miles away from the man that made her feel like she was on cloud nine and the other one who always kept her grounded. She hated the fact that she had to do that to them; that she had to do that to herself. She wanted to stay. She wanted to stay right there beside them for a very, very long time, but how could she do that now when they might not have actually wanted anything to do with her? 

“I know none of it makes sense,” She started, earning a small huff from Dean but nothing from Sam, he just stared at her – eyes glazed, “But if you just let me explain. I can–” 

“A whole year,” Sam whimpered out, throat bobbing and dry, “A whole year you were gone. We thought we put you in that grave. We thought we did what was best. We gave you a proper burial and I cried for hours on end right there at that tombstone I  made for you because I thought you were dead!” With every word his voice grew, until he was yelling by the end of his statement; a yell that cut deeper through Y/N than any blade had ever done.

“I know,” She spoke quietly, shutting her eyes, avoiding their gazes, “I know what I did.” 

“Then tell us why, Y/N,” Sam grabbed her hands, falling to the floor, collapsing right at her feet, face buried at her stomach, “Please just tell me why.” He was pleading, a gut wrenching plead that Y/N had never before heard come out of his mouth. She’d never seen him so upset – not over anything. 

“Look at him,” Dean gestured toward his brother, literally on his knees before Y/N, face buried in her stomach as tears fell down his face, “You see what you did to him? He missed you more than even I thought he would. I didn’t think you made that big of an impact on him – no offense – but you did. Your fake death or whatever…It had a major effect on him. For days and weeks and months, he sat in his room. He wouldn’t come out, he wouldn’t eat. It took me three very, very patient months to move him out of that room and put him at the table in the library,” Dean sighed, his eyes trained on his little brother, “You made him go crazy.” 

“You remember how we were cornered?” She asked; right hand carding through Sam’s hair gently as he kept his face buried in her tummy. 

Dean nodded.

“How Crowley was there?”

He nodded again.

“I made a deal with him,” She swallowed harshly, waiting for Dean to come back at her with something that would either irritate her or make her feel like scum. But he said nothing, just crossed his arms and let out a rather long exhale, “He told me if I didn’t fake a death – made by him, by the way –  he would make the both of yours very, very real.” 

“Our what?” Dean asked, slightly confused.

Y/N sighed, looking from Dean to Sam then back at Dean again, “He would’ve killed you both. I couldn’t let him do that.” 

Sam pulled himself away from her, and stood. As he looked at a rather large wet spot on her shirt, he realized how ridiculous he probably seemed. But he really didn’t mind being viewed as ‘odd’ all that much for what he’d just done. He’d missed her more than anything. He was so in love with her that all of his feelings vomited out of his body like a massive wave of nausea; he was angry, he was sad, he was happy, he was in love – all of those things came out as a gigantic flood of tears and yelling and pleading. He couldn’t help it. He was sensitive to emotion; especially when it came to things or people he cared a whole hell of a lot about. 

Y/N placed her wounded arm behind her back and waited for a few seconds before the blood finally stopped dripping. She hadn’t done anything particularly unique to it, but she’d picked up a few spells while being away for a while. She always kept a specific ingredient with her at all times; made sure she had a surplus of it. She was smart to know she’d always end up getting injured no matter where she went. 

She extended her arm, “I’ve learned a few things,” She changed the subject, not wanting to discuss what those boys most certainly did, “Spells, actually. They come in handy.” 

Sighing, Sam and Dean turned and walked down the spiral staircase. They had their shock; their “What?!” moment. Things as such happened more often than not to Sam and Dean, she shouldn’t have felt like she’d be any different.

“You comin’?” Sam called from the bottom.

Y/N walked toward the railing, looking over, “You don’t want me to leave?”

He chuckled lightly, forcing it almost as all of the pain radiated in his chest from all those unanswered questions, “Of course not. You’re home now.”

Home…?

She practically bolted down the stairs as soon as those words left his lips. When she reached the bottom, she didn’t hesitate to jump up into his arms. Her smaller frame wrapped around his taller and larger one; legs wrapping around his waist, face buried into the crook of his neck, arms squeezing tight.

“I love you,” Her voice was soft, a crack to be heard as warm tears fell down her cheeks and onto his skin, “You’ll always remember that, right?” Her voice a small whisper.

Sam kept her tight in his arms, his hand running up and down her back as he nodded slightly.

“I’d never forget.”

Travelin’ Soldier Part 5

Summary: Reader is currently deployed in the army to an undisclosed combat area. She has been deployed for nearly two years. Anxiously awaiting her return is her husband and brother as they film for Supernatural. Letter comes informing the family that she may not be heard from for awhile and soon devastating news comes. In italic bold in the story is lyrics.

Characters: husband!Jensen x reader, Jared x Reader (twins), Gen, Shepherd, Thomas, Baby Padalecki, and Misha

Words: 2550

Disclaimer: I do not own the title of the song Travelin’ Soldier by the Dixie Chicks at all even with the minor change of lyrics to fit the story. I simply thought it could be a little fighting. Not hate towards Danneel either, as this is simply fiction and not real. I do not own any songs in this either.

Warnings: possible swearing, war, mention of death, mention of torture, a lot of angst as usual, and fluff

Author: Caitsy

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A/N:  Once more Ash and I want to thank you for supporting us. Also I was going to write this on Friday night but I was involved in a minor car accident so by the time I got home I was exhausted.

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The box sat in the drawer most of the time awaiting for the time it would come out. It was huge decision that in his opinion was more heavier than asking someone not in her career. He lost count of how long the box was there but he knew it would be empty soon. He loved her, that’s for sure but it’s a huge commitment to ask someone who’s life is always at risk. She would find it if it was in their apartment so he kept it in his trailer in Canada. He held it in his hand playing with the box.

“Hey Jensen! They need you!” Jared exclaimed opening the door to his trailer. Jensen shoved the box back into the back of the drawer as a shocked Jared stood there, “Is that what I think it was?”

“Pfft no.” Jensen waved the question off, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh? Well that diamond must be something.” Jared raised one eyebrow. He crossed his arms leaning against the wall beside the open door. The cool breeze came into the trailer.

“Shut up.” Jensen muttered, “I haven’t asked your dad for his blessing.”

“Wow. You do know he’s been nervously waiting for when you’ll propose?” Jared asked, “My parents love you J. I swear they love you more than they love me!”

“Not possible.” Jensen mumbled picking at a loose thread on his character’s plaid shirt.

“I’m serious. You’re the first of my sister’s boyfriends that gained the entire trust of my family.” Jared sighed, “Since she first got news of deployment her boyfriend dumped her fast. They were dating for six months I think and he wouldn’t accept that she was more willingly to get her hands dirty than him.”

“I never knew that.”

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A Court of Hearts and Darkness Chapter Thirteen

It’s been over a century since the epic and bloody war against Hybern, but a new, unprecedented horror lies in wait to threaten everything the Inner Circle holds dear.

At a mere 17, it seems that the only one who can save them is the Heir to the Night Court, Feyre and Rhysand’s daughter Eleana, but as a creature so vile promises to kill everyone she loves, she must combat the urge to succumb to the darkness herself. The key to success lies hidden within her mate, the bastard born Kaden, who is as oblivious to the bond as her Court is oblivious to the war on the horizon.

With the help of her cousin and warrior Felix, the son of the famed Nesta and Cassian, they will try to save everything they hold dear, hopefully before the darkness takes them all.

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Chapter Six    Chapter Seven    Chapter Eight   Chapter Nine    Chapter Ten
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-Chapter Thirteen- 

 

“I’m telling you, Mor! This isn’t going to work. Nothing is. I am doomed to my own damned existence and this is my fate.” Eleana sighed dramatically and threw herself onto Felix’s couch.

It had been moved, just like all the other furniture in the room, against the wall so there was a clear space in the room where they could move around. Currently it was only Mor and Eleana occupying Felix’s home, and they were hoping that they could at least show Felix some amount of progress before he came home from retrieving Quathryn from Velaris.

What they were doing was the worst kind of training. Eleana could handle flying and fighting and magic and whatever else was thrown at her, but there was one thing she had never successfully done. And that was dance.

Mor was trying, to no true avail, to teach Eleana traditional Illyrian dances that she would likely need to know when she went to Kaden’s cousin’s wedding.

“Maybe if you try with your father again…”

“I did yesterday. It didn’t end well.”

The High Lord had been good about it. It wasn’t the first time he had tried to teach her to dance like an Illyrian, and it also wasn’t the first time it had ended with a broken bone.

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The Monster Inside of My Head (Part 17)

Bucky x Reader Drabble Series

Summary – As a young child, you see your parents murdered in front of you. What happens when the monster from your nightmares comes back into your life?

Warnings – None

Word Count – 791

Notes – I hadn’t planned on this part being the end, but once I started writing, I realized that I liked where things were and adding any more would take away from the emotion of this part.  This has been a wild ride and I’m so happy with the way this series turned out.  I hope you all have enjoyed reading it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it!  As always, I appreciate all of your feedback and questions!!!

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Originally posted by allthingsmarvell

 

Previously:

He swatted your hand away and stood up, his eyes cold and dark as anger poured through him.  This is what you wanted.  You wanted him to be angry, to show some emotion.  Fighting a broken man held no appeal for you, but this, this anger burning through him was what you needed to spur you on.  You raised your hands and shoved him hard.  “Tell me!”

As quickly as his anger had surfaced, it was gone again in an instant.  His eyes went from cold and angry, to sad and broken in a heartbeat. “Hate me all you want, but I can’t… I can’t do that to you.”

Having him admit that he was lying had you choking back a sob.  “Why?  What could be so horrible that you can’t tell me?  Please, Bucky.  Please tell me the truth!”

You weren’t sure if it was your tears or the fact that you’d called him by his name, but he finally gave in and told you what you wanted to know.  “They were Hydra.”



 

You shook your head in denial at his words.  He was lying, he had to be.  Your parents weren’t Hydra, they couldn’t be Hydra.  They were good people, loving parents, respected agents.  “You’re lying.”

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anonymous asked:

Ok but how would UT and UF Sans react to their crush just walking up behind them and whispering "Bone me daddy" and if the skele tries to make a move the crush goes "Oh shit ur for real I was just playin." Then after an awkward silence they say ".. but this works"

*  HAHAHAH STOP CALLING ME OUT ON MY FLIRTING TECHNIQUES


UT!Sans

He’s actually laughing really hard from their dumb dirty pun pickup line so his reciprocation is probably also done jokingly. Sans never really thinks his crush will ever actually like him and will take their odd joking flirt in stride as friendly banter. He can take a good joke, always could. Even if he wishes their flirting would actually be serious. He won’t tell his crush about his feelings, fearing he’d compromise their friendship so he’d immediately start back peddling when he realises he thinks his crush thinks he was being serious. He kind of was but in a kind of halfway manner. He’s midway through a sweaty laughed out explanation when his crush shrugs and delivers the punch. Waaaaait waitwaitwait… This works? Nonono they can’t like him. Well, then again, he has been suspecting for awhile… Doesn’t matter, they deserve someone better. He laughs it off and carries on as usual, but flirting in now incorporated permanently into their banter. 

UF!Sans

With anybody else, literally anybody else, he’d laugh and flirt back with something even dirtier. But this is his crush, the person whom he has actual feelings for, feelings which he has no fucking clue what the fucking hell to do with. His mind immediately goes to NSFW 101 and he freezes up on them, sockets blank and a physical incarnation of the dial up tone and a piece of toast dropped on the floor jam side down. Wait shit he’s being obvious uhhhhhh he can’t let his crush know he likes them uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
He laughs, shoots them a pair of fingerguns and goes, “nah.” then backs away slowly out of the situation. Stop judging. He panicked okay?! Immediately after he goes to probably ram his head against a wall because what the fuck was that reaction. Get a grip, man. 

EXO’s Reaction To You Giving Them Visible Hickeys

Xiumin: He’d smirk and touch the spot, staring at you. “Now, where would you like to be marked~?” (XIUDADDY MODE ACTIVATED!!)

Originally posted by soobadnoonecanstopher



Suho
: Would act flustered AF but would be super proud of the mark. “ Now everyone will know that i’m yours” Then he’d be so damn fluffy and blow you kisses.

Originally posted by irpsychotic


Lay: He’d get rushed to go do something else before being able to react to it. But, when they asked what the marks on his neck and shoulders were, he’d point over at you from across the room and say,” they’re little love notes from my baby~”

Originally posted by r-velvets



Baekhyun
: (PREPARE FOR NSFW THINGS BEING MENTIONED!) You’d be showering and Baek would decide to join you, wrapping an arm around you and leaning in to nip at your ear. As he did this, you would lean in and suck a few harsh marks into his neck. He’d move away for a second and smirk almost maniacally, suggesting, “why don’t i give you a couple things to remind people who you belong to~” (sorry not sorry about that. this gif gives me feels!)

Originally posted by dearbyun



Chen
: You’d pull away from jawline where there was now a long strand of big dark hickeys. He’d notice that you were looking at the place you had been sucking at then would look over at the mirror next to you two (Because you’d obviously have to sneak away from the other members by going somewhere with a mirror (i have the biggest feeling that chen would have a kink for that)). He’d touch the marks and smile. “You should give me stuff like this more often.”

Originally posted by sooranghaes



Chanyeol:
(DADDY KINK ALERT!) You two would be making out and, as things started heating up more, you would kiss down his neck, unconsiously sucking a dark hickey into his collarbone. He’d stop you and look down for a second then back up to you with a raised eyebrow. “Did i say you could do that? Does Daddy need to punish you?”

Originally posted by porkdo-bi



D.O.
:Kyungsoo would love every mark you ever gave him because it’d make him feel closer to you. So, when you two were cuddling on the couch and you gently sucked a soft hickey right below his ear, he’d smile sweetly and return the favor, giving you a mark in the same spot. “I love when you do that.”

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty



Kai
: (Just saying…but i could picture him with a mirror kink too) Jongin would have you straddling his lap and you two would be making out after his schedule. He’d pull you in to run his tongue along your earlobe, causing you to moan. As you moaned, you tried to muffle it because of the other members in the dorm by nipping and sucking at a patch on his neck, unaware that you had given him a big hickey. He’d bite his lip and look behind you at the floor length mirror to admire the newly made mark on his neck before looking back up at you. “You know, Y/N, I’ve got other parts of me that would love that kind of attention just as much~” He’d then take hold of one of your free hands and run it down to his bulge.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai



Sehun
: He wouldn’t even try to hide it when you gave him marks, so he sort of basked in the moment when he was in an interview with the other members and a fan had asked him what those marks under his jaw were. “It’s a secret. But, they’re from someone very special,” He’d say before staring into the camera and winking. 

Originally posted by r-velvets


BONUS~

Luhan: You and Luhan had had a crazy night together for your anniversary, so it didn’t suprise him when he went to the bathroom the morning after to see that his entire torso was covered in hickeys and bite marks. He’d smirk then look over to you, noticing that you were beginning to stir from your sleep. “Looks like you were enjoying yourself yesterday. But, i always love your artwork, so it doesn’t matter~” He’d smirk and say while running a hand over the marks.

Originally posted by meiren-menglu


Tao: Zitao loved the moments you had together, but he was never ready for the times you would take charge and mark him all over, reminding him who he belonged to. You two had met up for a date, but, instead of leaving with eachother to head to the restaurant the moment he got to the door, he was pulled into the bedroom by his smirking significant other who then slammed his back against the door and climbed him like a tree. As you wrapped your legs aroun his waist, your lips went directly to his adams apple, sucking harshly. When you pulled away, he’d feel the spot and smirk. “I love you too”

Originally posted by kim-jongmin


Kris: Yifan always loved the moments where you two would get away and feel eachother up. Because he just so happened to be a hell of a lot taller than you, catching that man by suprise was always really hard. So you could only suprises him when you two were laying down and he was half asleep. He’d be passed out from the activites of the night before and probably wasn’t planning on waking up for another several hours. So, you took this to your advantage by leaning into him, kissing along his jaw lightly then nipping at his collar bone and sucking a big hickey into him. This would obviously wake him up instantly so he’d look down a little and chuckle softly. “Really, babe? Couldn’t wait till i was awake? Oh well.But now that i’m awake…~”

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Totally not sorry about the smutty parts.

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Summary: This story is still based off this prompt. If you have been here before you know what’s going on. If not go and read part one which is linked in the author notes.

Warnings: Sickness, angst, some mildly strong language. 

Pairing: Bones/Reader (Predetermined) 

A/N: So chapter 2! I’m glad I got such a great response from the first one! If you missed it here is the link to part one! I’m having a great time writing this and we aren’t done yet!

Word Count: 1674

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anonymous asked:

16 and 19 with Lucifer (SPN)?

Hey dearie! Yes, absolutely!

Name: Stay away from her.

“Hey hunter,” Lucifer hugs you from behind when you drive in the old garage where you agreed to meet.

“Lucifer!” you turn around, wrapping your hands around his neck. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he gently tucks a lock behind your ear and smiles at you. “Missed me?”

“You bet,” you lean forward, pressing your lips against his. Lucifer grins and kisses you, pulling you closer with one hand.

“I missed you too,” you pull away and look at his face, noticing all the new scars and the tiredness. “Admiring me?”

“Of course… When did you last sleep, Luci?” he shrugs his shoulders, and you lean forward, resting your head next to his neck. “I missed you so much.”

“Well, I am not going anywhere,” he wraps his hands around you and softly kisses you on forehead. His body is warm and soft, and you feel the slight smell of cologne and the slightest something reminding you of blood. Lucifer pulls you even closer, so you feel like he will crush your bones.

“Hey! Man, not that hard,” he momentarily lets go of you, and you regret it. Since you started dating, you learned that Lucifer is much stronger than he thought he is, so often he would crush the table by simply hitting it or (that only happened once) break your hand when you argue. He got so afraid of hurting you after that, it took you a few months to convince him to finally hug you back. “It’s ok. Come here,” you pull him in a hug, and Lucifer carefully puts his hands on your back.

“I am sorry.”

“No need to apologize, hon,” you smile and quickly kiss him. “We’re good.”

“Why are you still here?” he asks finally. “I am the Satan. Your hunter-friends sleeps and dream of killing me. I killed many innocent people. Yet the moment I need you, you just jump in your car and get here…”

“That’s simple, Luci,” you murmur. “I love you. And that does not depend on how many hunters want to kill you. Or how many hunters you killed. Everyone deserves to be loved…. Except for pedophiles, those bastards should be skinned.”

“I love you too, baby,” Lucifer whispers in your ear. Even though you said the “I love you” many times before that, you just can’t help it but get endlessly ha[[y every time he says it. “You are amazing.”

“You’re not that bad yourself, you know,” you note jokingly. “Do you wanna go somewhere and eat?”

“I would love to,” he nods, even though you both know that he does not need food. But he still eats the meals together with you. However, the moment you pull away and start walking towards you car, an old car drives out of the shadow and stops right in front of you. “Hunters…”

“Get the girl!” one of the hunters grabs you (using the fact that you are standing literally in front of him and a few feet away from Lucifer) and puts a knife next to your neck. Another man smiles and turns to Lucifer, feeling pretty good about himself. “Don’t move or your little girlfriend here will bleed her life out.”

“You know that it is not nice to threaten one’s girl to get to him?” Lucifer asks calmly, but you see how his eyes start glowing with red a little.

“Oh, who cares? Now, I want you to put this handcuffs on,” the man hands his heavy metal rings full of signs and smelling like they spent a month in a public toilet.

“Ew. No,” Lucifer pulls away, and the knife momentarily cuts your skin a little, so you gasp, realizing that you are starting to bleed. “Guys, I am being extremely polite, but if this knife moves a centimeter closer to her, I will tear you apart.”

“No, you won’t,” the guy holding you grins, and you feel that he must have lost someone due to Luci’s actions - there is too much hatred in his movement. The guy slowly puts the knife next to the cut and really nonchalantly cuts you again, this time much deeper. More blood flows down your neck. Lucifer freezes and raises his hands. “Good Satan.”

“Y/N,” you hear his voice through the pain. “Y/N, I need you to close your eyes. Right now.”

‘Wow, you will disappear and let us kill her?” one of guys laughs. “What a lovely couple, a traitor and a bastard.”

“If you say one more word about her, I’ll cut your tongue into pieces and feed it to you,” Lucifer hisses. “Y/N, close your eyes. You know that I won’t let them hurt you,” you slowly close your eyes, feeling weak because of the blood that keeps coming out of your body - the cut was definitely in a very bad place. “Good. Now… Don’t open them, darling.”

“Fine,” you whisper, seeing through the closed eyelids how the room fills with light and the guys start yelling from all the pain. Two seconds later, the one holding you finally loosens his grip and falls on the floor. You would have followed him, but Lucifer catches you before your knees touch the floor.

“Sh… Let me,” he covers the deep cut with his palm and heals it, as you open your eyes and try to stand up. “I am sorry he cut you.”

“You killed them?”

“No,” he smiles widely. “I blinded that for a few minutes, so now I will be able to actually pay back.”

“You don’t…” you want say that he does not have to do this, but he corrects you.

“I have to, Y/N. If I just kill them, the lesson won’t be taught. I need everyone to know that hurting you will always come at a price higher than they are willing to pay. It is my responsibility,” you slowly nod. “You feeling ok?” you nod again.

“I’ll just go home and… well. take a shower. You’ll come by when you are done?” you learned long time ago that Lucifer is not afraid of many things, but loosing you is definitely on the list of his fears, so if you ever get threatened, he turns into the killing machine that you can’t stop. Well, it’s because of this machine that demons now do not try to get to you, so you feel grateful.

“I’ll see you in the evening,” he looks at the motionless bodies. “Or at three past midnight, just go to bed, hon. I’ll see you in the morning, ok?” you nod and gently kiss him.

“Don’t go too painful please.”

“Only as painful as they deserve,” Lucifer grins. “Come on, go home!” you jump in the car and drive away, knowing that the second you left the garage, Lucifer started (probably) burning their faces off. 

In the evening, you do fall asleep on your own, but wake up in the middle of the night, as Lucifer lays down next to you and pulls you closer. You want to ask him something, but he shushes you and gently kisses you on forehead.

“Sleep tight, I took care of it.”

“Murderer,” you murmur, wrapping your hands around him, as Lucifer giggles.

“No, just a torturer. Sleep now, no hunter will try to use you again… I am not letting anyone touch you…” you nod and fall asleep again.