imaginary-music

“I Never Want To See Josh Again” only had two musical numbers, and of those Rebecca was only in one of them. And it happened while she was being medicated.

Before Naomi started giving her the milkshakes? No music. After Rebecca stopped taking them? No music. During the suicide attempt? Ha ha aha just fucking stab me in the heart please

We always seen the musical numbers as a sign of Rebecca’s mental illness. And while that is still very true (and I think confirmed by Word of God?) it’s interesting to me that, while imaginary musical numbers = mental illness, the lack of them can actually be worse.

We didn’t get much normal CEG Musical Shenanigans in “Josh’s Ex Girlfriend Is Crazy”, either, and I think that really highlighted how much the songs are a window into her headspace. Rebecca wasn’t thinking or acting the way we’re used to, so her fantasies (dissociative episodes?) were changed from “musical theater” to “horror movie”.

We also didn’t get a song during the intervention convention of loved ones scene, despite it being exactly the kind of emotionally-charged scene that would lend itself very well to a musical scene. (I think Rachel has said that, in following musical theater logic, characters sing when the emotions they have are too big for regular speech). That scene definitely had an overflow of emotion, but no singing. In fact it barely had background music at all.

If imagining her life as a musical is how Rebecca copes with her mental illness, then right now things have gotten so bad that she’s lost even the ability to do that. And I just have….a lot of feelings about it.

While in Barcelona / Tom drabble

Pairing: Reader x Tom

Featuring: Tom Holland and special guest Tessa Holland

Warning: nudity (visual)

Request -  Can you do 68 and 70 with Tom? I feel like it could be really funny and cute.

68 -  “YOU”RE WEARING MY UNDERWEAR?!”

70 -  “Oh. I guess I should put pants on then.”

The elevator dinged as it arrived to your floor, you headed down the hall swinging your room key thoughtlessly around your fingers as you went. It was early when you woke up so you headed to the hotel’s gym for a morning pick-me-up. Your boyfriend, who had been up till well past 2 AM, was fast asleep when you left. As you unlocked the door to your room, it was quiet as you stepped in. Guessing that your boyfriend was still fast asleep, you headed to the shower as quietly as you could. 

You quickly stripped out of your sweat-soaked clothes and got into the shower, washing your hair and body from the grime of the gym. It took you only roughly 15 minutes to wash away the smell of sweat from your hair and body, and you wrapped a towel around your body and walked out of the bathroom, the warmth of the hotel suite following you everywhere. you assumed Tom, your boyfriend, had left the heat on all night. You knew how cold he got in the morning after drinking, he’d be shivering for hours. 

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Boyfriend!TomHolland

inspired by a mood board by @anieekkjeeex


You always woke up holding his hand, he liked the contact. That was if you’d fallen asleep on the sofa, in his bed or really anywhere. He always found your hand, he said he didn’t know how it happened, but really he always grabbed your hand before he fell asleep because it grounded him.

When he was away, he’d send you a selfie in the morning, and if he forgot, he’d send you one in the evening. You always sent one back, usually of the view outside your window. He liked those because it reminded him that you were home, safe and unharmed. He also liked seeing the progress of the bird’s nest at the end of your garden. Recently, the chicks had left the nest. Tom had named them and constantly asked you how a specific bird was doing. Like you knew which one was which!

When you did manage to go and visit him on set, he’d take you on a tour of the location, arm slung around your shoulders as he pulled you close to his side. He always spoke too quickly and gasped for breath when he remembered he needed oxygen, but his excitement was contagious and you would tug him to different places and encourage him to explain a silly anecdote he has of the place.

He would transform his hotel room on his days off, sheets hung overhead isolating the two of you from the rest of the world. You’d marathon all the movies you could think of, and would only leave your little heaven to get some pizza. It was nice for Tom, he savoured these days more than he ever told you because it was just you and him. He wasn’t Tom Holland: Spider-Man, he was just Tom. Your loving, dorky Tom.

Tom had arranged for one of your dates night for a hammock to be set up, fairy lights twisted through the branches above. It was in the corner of a filming lot, not the most romantic place, but somewhere that it was private, just the two of you. Tom always tried to keep you away from paparazzi, by your choice. You were the one who didn’t want to be in the limelight, so you asked to stay as secret as you could. You just didn’t want everyone to know of your love life, and Tom appreciated that. So he called in a few favours and got this place sorted for you. The two of you swung gently in the breeze as he ran his fingers gently through your hair. Neither of you spoke as words weren’t needed, there wasn’t any awkward silence’s, not when it was just you and Tom.

At one of the locations, there were ducks. So, of course, Tom chased them as he is a child trapped in an adult’s body. He proudly strutted back to you and held a duck close to his chest as he beamed at you. You rolled your eyes, grinning as you took a photo. You then told him to put the duck down, neither of you knew if it had fleas! Throughout the next couple of days, whenever Tom saw the duck, he grinned and pointed it out to you, waving enthusiastically at it, as if it knew he was saying hey.

But before you knew it, you had to go home. The day came too quickly, and it was a sombre day as Tom kissed your forehead as he pulled you close to his chest. For a few minutes, the two of you stood in his trailer, swaying to the imaginary music. Someone knocked on the door way too soon, saying Tom needed to go for hair and make-up. With a heavy sigh as you pulled away, looking up at Tom as you kissed his lips with all the passion you could. He gripped your waist, as if afraid you’d slip away right between his fingers. You practically had to rip yourself away from him, and it felt as if you had left half your heart with Tom as you boarded his flight. Before turning off your phone, you saw he had sent you a selfie. Him and all the crew smiling at you through the screen.

When you got back, the first thing you did was visit Tessa. You set your sunglasses on her nose, grinning as you snapped a picture before sending it to Tom. He knew you were home, knew you were with his best girl. It was only two months before you saw each other again. It’ll fly by…right?

Safe - Fred Weasley

Request:  Fred Weasley x Ravenclaw!Reader. The reader is Good friends with Hermione and Ginny, but in Ravenclaw so none of guys know her. She gets invited to Bill and Fleur’s wedding, she comes looking stunning. Fred and she flirts. During the attack she put up quite the fight, then gets hit shielding Fred. Throw in a kiss somewhere. Thx


“Shut up, (y/n), you look stunning,” Ginny says, rearranging your hair. 
“I wouldn’t go that far, first of all. And second of all, you know I want to impress, well, you know who.” 
“(Y/N) wants to impress the Dark Lord, Voldemort?” Harry asks walking into your conversation. 
“Nope, just my brother,” Ginny says with a smile. 
Harry frowns. “I thought Hermione and Ron were going out.” 
“Wrong brother,” Hermione says, rolling her eyes. 
“Charlie?” Harry asks. 
Ginny shakes her head. 
“George?” 
“Closer.” 
“Percy!” Harry exclaims. 
“No! What? Where did that come from?” 

“Oh,” Harry mutters, leaving the room. 
“Now that he’s gone, we need to get dressed,” Hermione says, pulling dresses off of the dresser. Hermione dresses in a red dress, while Ginny pulls on a black lace dress. You dress in blue, a staple color of your house. It falls mid-thigh and flows from your waist. 

“Ready?” Hermione asks. Ginny nods. 
You sit on the edge of the bed. “I’ll be out in a minute. Go on without me.” The quietly leave the room. You sit on the edge of Ginny’s bed, twirling the fabric of the quilt in your fingers. Your feet dangle just above the cold wooden floor. You can see the lower part of your body in the reflection of a mirror. You slowly walk to it, slowly picking up the mirror. 

You see a bright pair of eyes staring back at you. Barely recognizable, you stare at your reflection. In the corner of a mirror, you see red hair. You drop the mirror and quickly to turn to find Ginny behind you. 
“Come on, the wedding’s about to start.” 

The two of you walk to the garden, where a festive wedding is set up. Seats are filling up quickly, forcing you to sit beside Fred and George. You pull down your dress before sitting, but the dress is still a bit too short for your taste. You turn to Ginny, sitting just on your right.
“I didn’t think about sitting down, this dress is way too short. I need to change,” you say, spitting words out like you don’t have enough time to say them all. 
“You’re fine, (Y/N), you look fantastic,” Ginny says, patting your knee. 

As you stand up to change, everyone else stands as well. Fleur walks in, stunning the entire party. Before sitting, you forget to pull down your dress. It sits very close to the top of your thigh. You try to pull, but it won’t come loose without you standing up. 

Fred taps on your shoulder. “Here, take this.” He hands you his suit jacket. You slip your arms through the holes. It wraps around you with room to spare. 
“Thank you, Fred.” 

After the wedding, you go to the tent for the reception. Fleur and Bill have the first dance. Then, the floor is open to everyone. Ginny and Hermione grab you and the three of you dance around to the fast songs. You’ve worked up a sweat before the first slow song plays. You quietly go back to your seat while Harry and Ron join Ginny and Hermione. You sit with an elderly woman; you don’t know her name, and she doesn’t seem to care about yours, so you stay quiet. 

Fred begins walking your way, and only stops once he’s by your side. “Would you like to dance?” he asks, extending his hand. 
“I would love to.” The two of you go to the side of the floor and begin swaying to the slow melody. Too soon, the song has ended and Fred is pulling you outside of the tent. He pulls you close to him. You place your hands on his chest. He slowly kisses you, slow and sweet. You kiss him back, the two of you swaying to the imaginary melody of music. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a bright light. You turn from Fred, looking at the blinding light. “Is that a patronus?” you ask. 
“I believe it is. Let’s go tell the others.” 

Fred and you walk into the tent. “Hey, Remus, there was a patronus out there. I don’t quite know what it means, but I’m thinking not good?” you say quickly. 
Remus looks at the entrance of the tent, a bright patronus entering. 

The Ministry is Fallen. 
Scrimgeour is Dead. 
They are Coming. 

You barely have time to pull out your wands. Many apparate, with few staying to fight. Death Eaters swarm in from every angle, firing curses you would never think to use. 

“GO WITH HARRY, (Y/N)!” Remus yells to you. 
You shake your head. “I’M NOT LEAVING, REMUS!” 

You continue firing curses. You stun two Death Eaters and move on to one heading for Remus. He hits the ground and you turn to see a Death Eater about to fire at Fred. 
“No!” you screech, jumping in front of the curse. A torture curse hit you and you dropped to the ground. Your skin burned from your flesh. You couldn’t see from the pain of a fiery knife in your back. And side. And head. You feel your organs being pulled from your stomach, your hair from your head, your limbs from their sockets. You screamed and wailed and shrieked, anything to get this pain to stop. 

The force suddenly ceased and you sobbed on the ground. Your body pricked, heart beat at an abnormal rate, and your skin burned. You didn’t care what was going on around you with this pain. You felt a hand touch you and you let out a shrill scream. “Please no!” Please!” 
“Sh, sh, it’s me, (y/n), it’s me,” Fred whispered. He picked you up and the two of you apparated to Bill and Fleur’s home. He lays you on a couch, the fabric scratches your tender skin, but you find comfort in the texture. Fred kneels next to you and rubs his thumb over your forehead. 

“You’re safe now.” 

The Maze Runner: Newt - Drunken Confessions

Prompt: Newt confesses how he feels for you… but what happens when you notice things haven’t changed the next day?

Requested by: @nickey-mouse


You lie in your bed, blinking slowly as the sunlight wakes you and the warmth engulfs you. You smile, remembering the night that just happened, the imaginary music you danced to with the all the Gladers. The sparkling bonfire that glittered the night sky. The way Newt’s eyes clung to you as you danced.

And of course…

His drunken voice spilling over his lips claiming how he feels for you.

You sigh as you roll over, clutching to one of the pillows. It’s as if a dream came true, or something quite close to it. You don’t even know how it could have happened. Would it ever have happened if you didn’t encourage Newt to let loose and drink a little? Was it the alcohol that gave him courage to tell you or… maybe it was just drunken talk?

You sit up in your bed, the covers falling off the side of the bed, doubt overcomes you and suddenly you feel that maybe it might not have even been true after all.

“Y/N!” You hear your Keeper Clint call your name from below, his voice filling your room through the window.  “Get your shank butt down here, we’ve got Slicers to fix up!”

You tumble out of your bed, slipping a clean outfit on before sticking your head out of your window, “Already!?”

Clint laughs, “Unfortunately.”

You slide your feet into a pair of shoes and tie back your hair as you make your way out of the Homestead. You meet up with Jeff and Clint by the shack where your supplies for patching up the Gladers are kept and start on the group of guys, who are of course, Slicers.

“I swear I see you every day,” you mutter over at one kid who’s scarred hands only earn more scars. “Why’d they give you the Slicer job if you keep getting yourself injured?”

He blushes crazily, “It was that or being a Slopper, I practically begged them to give me the Slicer job.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Point taken.”

After a few more kids, you spot a blond head enter the building; a stream of blood covering his right arm. “Bloody garden tools, I tell ya’.”

You walk over to him, almost too shy to even touch him, and bring him over to the first-aid kit. You wash him arm with water and then wipe it down with anti-bacterial wipes so it doesn’t get infected, that’s the last thing anyone would want in this shuck place. “Garden tools attack you again?” Your voice is quiet, and you’re not sure how you’re supposed to act around him after last night. But he doesn’t seem to look or act any different to usual…

“Yep, as always.” He laughs, and notices your unusual quietness but doesn’t say anything. Thankfully.

“Maybe you just can’t handle those tools because you’re still a little drunk from last night?” You joke, a smile on your face.

He laughs, “Yeah, yeah, last night was killer.” And that’s it, that’s all he says. You start to wonder, maybe he’s just joking around with you. It’s such a Newt thing to do, he’s probably just messing with you or trying to get you to say something first.

“Yep.” You’re not going to play his little game, so you just go along with his pretending.

Soon, the bleeding stops completely and you manage to cover the wound. He smiles gratefully and thanks you before he goes back into the Glade; you only watch after him.


Later that night you find yourself thinking about Newt, about what he said over and over. The way he was so shy, and how his voice was very timid. But you can only go about pretending it never even happened for so long, so you find Newt hanging with Thomas and Minho by Gally’s wrestling ring. You want to just go and ask him about it but the other boys are around and you’re not sure if you want them to know or not.

“Ah look, it’s the gal who saved my life!” Newt exclaims, smiling gleefully.

You laugh at his joke, “Barely.”

“You finished working for the day?” Thomas asks, chewing on a leftover bun.

“Yeah, but I’ll be on emergency duty tonight so I have to sleep in the Med-jack building.”

“First night doing that?”

You shake your head, “Third actually, I tried to tell the boys that I could do it more often but… well, I guess they’re just used to the schedule they have.”

“Well they bloody should trust you more with it, no one could fix my bleedin’ arm the way you did, darlin’”, he gives you a wink and you find yourself blushing. He’s still playing this game of his?

A few seconds roll by after you don’t reply, because of your confusion with Newt and this immense sudden feeling of not knowing how to act around him anymore. But the silence is cracked as Minho speaks, “How flattering,” he says with a laugh, and you join in. But it’s awkward, and you find yourself wishing you hadn’t come over here.

“Y/N, can I talk to you a sec?” It’s Newt, and at first you wish it wasn’t him who said it. But you knew sooner or later it would come to this, and finally you feel a little excited. You want to talk about last night, and you’ve been super annoyed all day because it hadn’t happened yet.

You wander off with Newt, walking beside him as you find a quieter, empty place to chat. He stops abruptly, his back to you for a moment as if he’s thinking over things, which makes you nervous. What if he’s going to say that last night was a mistake? What if he’s going to tell you that he never meant what he said?

He pushed your hair out of your eyes, tucking them behind your ear. His slurred voice and happy smiley-face the most adorable thing you’ve seen. “There’s something I want to tell you…”

He turns to face you, “Y/N… You’ve been acting weird. Not completey weird… maybe not even weird, just different.”

“God, you’re beautiful, you know?” He smiles even wider, “I feel so much… I feel happy when you’re around me, Y/N. I love the kind of person you are. You make me feel better, you make me feel as though this place doesn’t even matter. I think I could fall in love with you if you let me.”

“And now I’m worried that I might have… done something to you. Last night? Did something happen? You’ve been quieter and… I don’t know, maybe I’m just overthinking it, but I do get this vibe as if something’s changed with you. And I can’t ignore it anymore.”

You take a step back, and a flash of fear crosses his eyes. You blink, unsure what to say at first. “You mean… You don’t… You don’t remember?”

His breath hitches in his throat, “Like I said, if I did anything to you, I am so, so sorry.”

You shake your head, “I… I was so happy when I woke up this morning. But you don’t even remember? You don’t remember what you said to me?”

Newt looks away as he tries to remember, but it only brings on more confusion. He doesn’t remember that he confessed his feelings for you, and its like a stab to the heart. “What did I say?”

You feel your face tighten as you try not to cry in fornt of him but it’s no use, you’ve never been one to keep your tears away. You cover your face out of shame and he comes closer to try and comfort you but you only walk further away.

“What did I say, Y/N?”

You drop your hands from your face, “I can’t believe you! I can’t believe you don’t remember!”

“I was drunk!”

“Then man up next time and tell me how you feel without being intoxicated you damn shank!” Your cheeks blush out of embarrassment and anger, and you wish you could have just forgotten what he said too.

His mouth falls open slightly, and it’s like all the oxygen around the both of you has been cut off. “I… I told you? I really told you?”

You swallow another batch of tears, “Yes you stupid shuck-face, you told me!”

You kiss his little nose, not wanting your first kiss to be a half drunken one, “I think I could fall in love with you too, Newt.

You tell him what he said, and you tell him what you said. But you’re angry; frustrated. The moment you both had last night was the most perfect moment ever, and now it’s been ruined because Newt was too drunk to remember and you had to angrily tell him about it after.

“Y/N, I am so sorry.” He walks closer to you, and you think about just shoving him away and going to bed or something, but something makes you reconsider. You feel his arms slide around you as he pulls you into a hug. You hug him back and find comfort within his touch.
“What I said was completely true, you know that? I know I was drunk, but what I said is exactly how I feel.”

You laugh into his chest, the urge to cry subsiding. “I’m glad.”

His hands slide to your face as he pulls you in for a gentle kiss; it’s everything you had imagined and more. “I know it would have been better if I told you when I was sober, and I’m so sorry I’m such a shank. I hope you can forgive me?”

You kiss him again, resting your arms around his neck, “Of course, I forgive you.”

Please Don’t

This is an AU where there is no Overwatch. Hanzo doesn’t kill Genji so they’re still on alright terms at this point. This is the first song fic I’ve ever written, it’s loosely based off “Please Don’t” by K. Will. 

Hanzo:

Hanzo loved you and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

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Welcome Home [Teaser]

Request: Hi lovley, I know requests are closed but I was hoping you could take this when you open them again. So ur the best smut Daryl/Norman/Murphy etc blog I have ever read and Im impressed. And so I was thinking about this: y/n & Norman or Daryl (you choose) get up from bed on a saturday morning & they have the day off, & so y/n makes breakfast and all like couple goals but then things get naughty and they end up fucking in every room possible in their house, & in different positions..❤😏 ur welcome 

Daryl Dixon x Reader Smut, Alexandria, Pre-Negan, S. 5 Era

Summary: Daryl Dixon and the reader enjoy their new house, once settling into Alexandria. They decide the house needs to be properly broken in, smut ensues.

A/N: This one is going to be really smutty. The idea is after their first night, the next day they get to work trying to set up their new house, but can’t seem to keep from… getting distracted. Full story coming out soon. Enjoy the teaser!

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You giddily ran your hands up and down Daryl’s sides as you held onto them and watched him twist the handle to the left and push the white, wooden, door in front of you both open.

You kissed his neck and jumped up and down in excitement, gripping his body from behind as you both walk over the threshold. Your boots step in behind his as you walk forward, your body’s in unison. You mud covered boots hit the freshly polished wooden floor as you both walked down the hallway.

“So over here to the right is the kitchen, to the left the living room. Up the stairs there’s a bedroom and a bathroom. Down the hall, straight ahead there’s a wash room and another spare room. We had been using It as a pantry before you people arrived, we will have someone come and take the rest of the non-perishables out in a few days. Until then, wash up and rest up, you people could use some good R & R. Welcome to Alexandria.” Deanna’s stiff appearance was certainly commanding but warm.

You had turned around to give her your full attention, now with your arms wrapped Daryl’s chest, from behind, with your chin resting on his shoulder. You smiled gratefully at Deanna and Daryl nodded with a small smile of his own.

“We certainly appreciate this. Ain’t every day you get something like this alone to yourself, these days. We’re grateful.” He said, stepping forward and reaching his hand out to grip hers briefly before stepping back securely into you.

“We’re all here to help each other through this. You need anything, come see me… Welcome to your new home.” Her stern face broke into a small glimmer of a smile before composing herself again.

“You two have a good night.” She turned and began to walk toward the door, she reached it, turning around quickly and speaking.

“And rest, that’s an order.” She said stoically, before turning around and leaving, closing the door behind her.

You hugged Daryl and jumped up and down squealing into his ear with excitement.

“Oh my god, baby! Can you believe this?” You un wrapped your arms from his body and walked into the kitchen, scanning it to find it fully stocked with a stove, table, and dishes.

You ran into the living room and smiled at the cute set up. You smiled to yourself happily as you ran into each room on the ground floor, before running back into the hallway, where Daryl stood smiling widely as he watched you in a moment of pure bliss.

You smiled wider when you see he is watching only you. You run into his arms, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He catches you with a huff of surprise and smiling brightly back at you.

“Baby! This could really be a home!” You smiled brightly, dropping out of his arms.

You grab his hand and pull him along, “We can have breakfasts in here and I can cook dinner for friends.”

You walk into the living room, “We could sit in here and read together, play cards… Look! An old wind up record player!” You pointed as you scanned the room. You lifted your hand in his and twirled yourself around, pressing your body into his as you began to move to imaginary music, “…We could slow dance.” You said into his ear and nuzzling into his neck as you felt his body on yours.

Daryl’s hands ran up and down your back, his fingertips running up and down lightly.

“Ya deserve this Y/N.” He said sweetly and nuzzled his head back into yours, dancing to your own love song.

“We deserve this.” You corrected and nuzzled your body further into his, swaying into his rhythm, “Mmmm… No more sneaking around… trying to find a safe spot in the woods, without everyone around…“

You began to kiss his neck, sucking and swirling around it, needing to taste his sweet, salty skin.

His hands came up into your hair and began massaging it in a circular motion, moaning at the feel of your tongue slowly teasing him.

“No more hidden in abandoned cars and houses just to be alone…” Daryl groaned at your kiss as it deepened. His hands ventured up your shirt and to your bra clasp.

Your body stiffened, remembering similar scenarios when you had too many times been caught by another member of the group after you thought everyone was asleep.

“Wait.” You stopped and leaned back in his arms, looking over at the door and then back at Daryl.

“We should lock it… Forever.” You smiled at the thought of being caught in a time bubble with only him in your arms, sounded like heaven to you.

He smiled and unwrapped you from his body. He walked over to the door, locking and dead bolting it before turning back around, facing you, his bare chest puffed out under his vest as he walked back over to you.

You smiled and reached your hand out to him, he took it and walked right into you, bumping his nose lightly with yours, with a wide grin on his. He took both your hands into his and swayed them back and forth, his nose on yours, just staring happily into your eyes.

“I know I should be more excited about the color of the tiling or some shit, baby. But, all I really want to do is bring you upstairs and lay you down real right.” His eyes grew dark at his own words and his hands came to your ass, pulling you roughly into him as he ghosted your lips with his.

You giggled happily and wrapped your around his shoulders, pulling his lips into yours. You moaned as you felt his tongue plunge deeply into your mouth and take control of yours, rolling it around so slow and deep.

You jumped into his arms and his hands quickly ran under your ass to catch you, he still fell back a little and hit the hallway wall, chuckling into your mouth.

You moan as you feel him put pressure on you for the first time as your body sinks into his as you hit the wall. Your lips detach and you throw your head back. Daryl instantly attacks your neck, biting and sucking on it, twirling his tongue around and leaving long, hot kisses all over it.

“Oh, Daryl…” You moan softly as your hands wrap around his neck and grip onto it.

Daryl continues to twirl his tongue down and around to the other side of your neck and he walks you both across the living room and up the stairs. He detaches his lips once he gets to the top, coming to a closed door. Daryl kicks it up, with you in his arms, dominantly walking across the threshold.

You giggled and hugged into his body, “You could have just opened it, Daryl.” You bite his earlobe playfully as he walks you across the room, where the bed was. It was adorn with simple white sheets and comforter. There were replacement sheets neatly folded sitting on the end of the bed.

“That was nice of them.” You said looking back at Daryl and smiling happily.

Daryl smirked and slowly lowered you both onto the bed, crawling up it, still fully clothed. Both your mud-covered boots began to stain the pure white sheets as you climbed up the bed, staring into each other hungrily as you race towards what you needed, what you always needed from each other. The folded sheets are swiftly kicked off the bed by your boots, landing in a messy pile at the foot of the bed.

You both kicked out of your boots as his body crawled up and hovered over yours, his hands in fists on either side of your shoulders, propping him over you. You looked down and quickly unbuckled the belt of your jean shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping them swiftly. You reach up and do the same for Daryl, unbuckling, unzipping, and unbuttoning him. You quickly tug his jeans down past his hips, sitting up to push them down to his knees.

Daryl planks his body of you, watching as you help him shed his clothes. Once the jeans are below his knees he sinks to them and kicks out of them, one leg jutting out after the other, until they drop the floor. He kneels over you, his vest the only clothing he has left on his body, and glared down at you in your fully clothed form.

You smiled giddly as you watched him lean over you, his right-hand diving under your body, immediately under your shirt, running up to your bra clasp and popping it open. His hand runs down your back and to the front of your stomach. His fingers go straight to the hem of the shirt and he begins to pull it up.

You sit up and help him, shedding the shirt, and letting it drop beside you. You smirked as you ripped of your bra, throwing it to the floor. When you were finished you leaned back, half propped up by your elbows, staring at him with a sparkle in your eye.

Daryl’s eyes roamed down and a small smile appeared when he took in your naked breasts, exposed for only him to see. He looked around, out of habit, and licked his lips, looking up up at you with a devilish smirk before scooting his body down. He swooped down and attacked your left breast with his tongue, roughly taking it in as he swirl his tongue around it. He groaned happily and his other hand came up to your right breast and massaged it roughly.

“Oh. Yeah.” You whimpered at the sudden contact of his tongue and his stubbled bearded all over your skin, it felt so fucking good..

He flicked your nipple quickly with his tongue and looked up at you as his other hand pinched your other nipple.

“Daryl!” You arched up, crying out softly, trying to hold back.

Daryl’s lips detached from your breast and he kneeled back up and over you, his hands both coming to your breasts to roughly massage them.

“You don’t have to be quiet, Y/N. We’re safe and we’re alone…” He locked eyes with you as his hands came to both your ankles and he lift them up and over to his right shoulder.

You propped your body back up to your elbows and lifted your ass of the bed, holding your pose there, mid-air.

Daryl looked down and smiled, running his hands down to your ass for a long, squeeze, before his hands ran to your hips and pulled your jean shorts and panties down and off your ass. He threw the fabric behind him, never giving it another thought. His eyes stayed locked on your hips and he watched as you slowly dipped your body back to the bed.

You stared into his eyes as you lifted your legs off of his shoulder and placed them securely on either side of him, exposing your world to him. You pushed the vest off of his body, wanting him to be free from everything but you, and threw it to the floor with the rest of your clothing. You leaned up and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down with your body. He smiled sweetly as he watched you pull him in and fell as you wanted him to.

You gave him little time to enjoy the moment, there would be plenty of time for that later, you just needed him right now. You pushed your lips to his and plunged your tongue deep inside his mouth, moving around it with urgent need. All of Daryl’s thoughts turned back to only one thing. He reached down, in between your bodies, and grabbed his cock. He swiftly began to rub his tip up and down your folds. He groaned into your kiss as he felt how wet you were and you moaned happily when you felt him so close to where you needed him to be.

You grabbed his face and pulled him in closer, swirling your tongue around his as fast as you can, showing him your approval. He pulled his lips off yours and swiftly slammed them down onto the side of your neck as he placed his tip inside you.

“You ready for me to ride you, babygirl?” His deep, throaty voice vibrated in your ear.

You arched up into him, wrapping your hands around his back and nodding rapidly.

“Yes, baby. Please!” You moaned a little louder than you usually would.

He smiled into your skin and kissed your earlobe.

“Alright, baby girl… I’ll give you what you want…” His husky, dominant, voice turned you on even more, and as he finished he pushed himself slowly inside you.

“Oh. Fuck!” You cried out in happiness, instantly gripping the sides of your thighs to the sides of his body and starting to rock up and down on his cock.

You sloppily kissed and swirled his tongue up and down your neck a few times, before kissing his way up to your lips. He re-positioned over you, nudging your legs apart, slightly, allowing for more room for him. He placed his forearms on either side of your head and stared down into your eyes, starting to slowly thrust in and out of you.

You moaned his name and ran your hands up and down his sides, rocking your hips in response.

“Mmm…” You moaned and stared up into his eyes lovingly as you felt him push his cock in and out of you.

He smiled sweetly down at you and pressed his lips back to yours, slowly plunging his tongue inside your hot, mouth, and swirling around your tongue, passionately. While his hips began to hit into you at a slow, steady rhythm, putting pressure in all the right places as his body’s weight thrusted onto yours.

You moaned loudly into his mouth as you felt your body beginning to heat up, as he hit your clit with every pass, so deeply buried inside you. Your fingernails dug into his sides and you rocked your hips up faster, as your tongue swirls around his faster with each lap.

He bit your tongue and detached his lips, his face ghosting yours, as he watched you fall apart, his hips and cock digging even harder and deeper into you and into the bed.

You stared up into his eyes, groaning happily as you felt him increased the power and pressure.

“Yeah, I know how my girl likes it… You love it when I fuck you hard, don’t you?” Daryl growled as his cock dominantly hit you into the bed.

Your body bounced with his cock and you moaned happily, your needy eyes locking with his as he fucked you.

He looked down and watched his cock, pull halfway out and then push back inside you. This time he hit his hips into you with a jolt and heard you squeal happily and the bed jump into the wall. He kept himself deep inside you and looked up at your desperate eyes on him, you were so close to your high.

He smirked and locked his eyes with yours as he started to thrust into you and hit you up into the bed. His thrusts became shorter as he stayed fully inside you, hitting into you, making sure to hit you as hard into the bed as he could.

“Oh, god! Baby!” You cried out happily, wrapping your right leg around his lower back, digging your heel into his ass, trying to get him to fill you as far as he could.

He groaned and his lips dropped back to your neck as his tongue began to attack it.

This created amazing shivers to explode throughout your body as his tongue worked on you.

He bit your skin every few thrusts as he hit you harshly into the bed, his hot breath getting jagged in your ear as he too started to come undone.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled his body to yours, as he hit in and out of you.

He started to whimper and groan, his tongue swirling messily up to your ear, “You are so fucking beautiful fucking my cock, Y/N… Cum with me…”

His hands went to your hair, messily massaging it as his tongue went back to assaulting your neck, focusing on your favorite spot just behind your ear.

“Oh god… Daryl… Yes… Right there…” You whimpered. He hit you into the bed and dug into your clit to fucking deep and then began to thrust shortly and with immense power.

“Oh! Baby! Yes!!” You cried out in surprised pleasure.

He focused on your clit, rubbing up and down it as quick and as deep inside you as he could. His lips stopped as he concentrated on his cock, thrusting you into the bed as harshly and quickly as he could, until he watched you arch your pussy up and down his cock one last time and explode for him.

“Yes!! Daryl!” You cried out as you came so hard, convulsing your pussy up and down onto his cock a few more times as you hit your high.

“Shit. Y/N.” Daryl groaned as he felt your pussy convulsing heavily over his cock.

He couldn’t take it anymore, his hands gripped your hair tightly and his cock began to cut loose, deep inside you. He hit into you short and as fast as his hips could go, until he slammed his cock deep inside you and exploded.

“Oh, fuck! Yeah!” Daryl cried out happily into your neck, sucking and biting on it a minute, as his body stayed slammed inside you.

“Mmm… “ You moaned happily into his ear and ran your hands up and down his bare, sweaty, back.

You kissed his shoulder and smiled at the sweet, salty taste of his skin after making love to you. You unwrap your leg and let it rest by his side, like your other one, and lay back on the pillow.

Daryl sweetly kisses your neck a few short times, before leaning up and over you, ghosting your face with his face, still buried deep inside you.

He nuzzled your nose sweetly and gave your lips a long tender kiss, “I love you, Y/N.”

You smiled sweetly back and nuzzled your nose back at his, “I love you too, Daryl… Welcome home.” You said, your smile brightening.

He chuckled and then looked at you seriously and lovingly again, “You’re the only home I ever need, Y/N.”

You sighed happily and smiled as you watched his lips come back to yours, pushing his tongue inside and taking what he knew was his. You couldn’t wait to start a life here, a normal life, with the man you loved. You wrapped your arms tighter around his body, pulling him into you, and moaning happily at the thought…

To Be Continued….

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Together // Stiles Stilinski

Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Stiles x reader
Word Count: 2,812
Request from @friceaurelia07:  Hi there! I hope you don’t mind, but can i request a stiles stilinski imagine? Like a soulmate AU where the inisials of the soulmates name is imprited on your name. And could you make the reader a supernatural being? Like maybe a vampire-werewolf hybrid or maybe a siren? If you could, it’d be very nice of you!

A/N: I kind of wrote a lot more than I intended but I figured you’d be more than okay with that lol. I just decided to make her just a vampire. Hope that’s okay! Enjoy!

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The Green-Eyed Angel

Castiel x Reader
(Featuring Sam and Dean)
Word Count: 2,295

Description: Hey, I’ve told you but your writting is awesome. I have a request for you. Could you, please, write a fic with jealous!Cas because you’re behave diffrenetly with Dean. x

Warnings: jealous!cas, Dean being a tiny bit of a dick, that’s it really.

A/N: This was a request for @ironiccasifer - I hope I have captured what you wanted. 😊

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Castiel had swept into your life quite unexpectedly, a handsome stranger who helped you out… and then turned out to be an angel. An actual, for-real angel.
It had taken a few power demonstrations and a quick flying trip to convince you he wasn’t just trying to get into your panties.

Not that him being an angel made much difference to your time together. You mostly just hung out drinking coffee (or wine depending on the hour) and watching films. You often had to explain the human quirks when he furrowed his brow and tilted his head in that adorable way; but other than that, he tried to be as human as possible.

He said it was nice to get away from the supernatural sometimes. To take a break from heaven and all it’s complexities. You told him you wanted to see that world but he only ever responded with ‘some day.’

He sat with you now on your couch. He sat too close as always, your shoulders touching. At first you thought it was his unawareness of social boundaries or cues.
But the way he glanced sideways at you now, you realised he just liked to be close to you.

It was nice. You wanted more, of course, but how could you even hit on an angel of the lord?

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Cannes.

Which one of you wouldn’t have wanted to join him, on this obviously beautiful evening? 

You glowing, in some fantastic, designer gown, as you step out to find him in his tux. Turns out he’s as nervous as you are about this night.

He compliments you on your dress in a way that makes you feel like the Queen of England, takes your hand and leads you to the, as you put it ‘Right Posh Event’ 

And after what seems like an age of photos, and interviews, where he hold you close at his side. There’s the dinner and all the small talk, the merry banter of filming passed and projects new. Of other actors disasters, and their own personal triumphs, all told in slightly tipsy voices. 

When its all over, he walks you down to the bay in the moonlight, you slip off your high heels and the pair of you dance in the sand, by the murmuring ocean, to the imaginary music in your head. 

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anonymous asked:

hi can you do a drabble where chris and reader have skype sex? (if that makes any sense) ty !

Thanks for the request, nonny!!! This would have been posted yesterday, if I hadn’t been dumb and clicked out of my inbox! But nevertheless, this drabble has been written and it got smutty so it’s going under the keep reading.

Thanks to everyone who took part in my “Not Working Today! Let’s Have Some Fun!” thing yesterday. I love interacting with you guys and I might have to do this again sometime!

Title: Digital Get Down
Pairing: Chris Evans x reader
Rating: R
Warnings: semi-graphic masturbation

Yes, the title is the name of the N Sync song… how could I not use it for the title of this drabble???


It all started innocently. You were in bed reading before going to sleep when you heard your phone ding, alerting you to a new text message. Grabbing your phone, you smiled when you saw it was a text from your boyfriend, Chris Evans, who was currently filming a movie in South Africa.

You up? His text read.

You replied quickly, confirming that you were and he responded a second later, Skype?

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Her hidden talent

a/n: This is a little nonsense I came up with, hope you’ll enjoy it! Reference to smut and a little teasing. Feedback is appreciated!

word count: 1806


I was still in my pyjamas, sitting on our bed with my guitar Shawn bought me for my birthday last year and a notebook that looked all creased and beaten. The page where it was open was full of scribbles, crossed-out lines and new ones written above them.

‘What if after G I play a D and then an Em.’ - I mumbled to myself as I was trying to figure out the chord progression. I placed my hand on the fret and played the chords while humming the lyrics. ‘Yeah, that sounds about right.’ - I took my pencil and wrote the chords above the words.

‘Okay, let’s see from the beginning.’ I started playing again but heard the front door open and close.

‘Honey, I’m back! - Shawn’s voice came from downstairs.

I panicked and tossed the notebook under the blanket and put the guitar back on its stand like I didn’t even touch it. I exited the bedroom and walked downstairs quickly. We met halfway on the stairs. I hugged him without really thinking about it, and he had to drop his gym bag to be able to catch me.

‘I’m really sweaty!’ - he chuckled as I buried my face in his chest.

‘And smelly.’ - I grimaced as the strong scent of the gym filled my nostrils. I lifted my head to plant a kiss on his lips and because I was standing higher on the stairs than him I didn’t even have to go on tiptoe to do that. ‘But I still love you, even when you’re sweaty and smelly.’ I smiled at him.

‘Lucky me.’ he pulled me in for another kiss. ‘I go take a shower and then I’m yours all day.

‘Really? I thought you have a meeting with Andrew.’

‘No. It got pushed to tomorrow. I’m all yours for today.’

‘Sweet. And what do you wanna do? We could go out and have brunch or stay in all day. Whatever you want.’

‘I think we should stay in, watch Netflix and chill.’ - his hands travelled down from my waist to my arse and gave it a firm squeeze.

I giggled to his suggestion and kissed him again but with more passion this time showing him how much I like his idea.

‘Go and take that shower then. Be quick. - I whispered pulling away from him, stepping out of the way.

He walked upstairs with a cheeky grin all over his face and I watched him disappear into the foyer admiring his perfect body. I grabbed his gym bag and walked downstairs to the laundry room to put away his training gear. After I finished I decided to watch some TV until Shawn was ready with his shower.

I watched an entire episode of The Big Bang Theory when I started wondering where the hell he was. I didn’t hear water running anymore so I went to search for him. I walked upstairs and into our bedroom where I found him sitting on the bed, only wearing a boxer and reading a notebook. MY notebook. Shit.

‘Hey, that’s mine!’ I said with panic in my voice and tried to grab the notebook to get it back. He reacted quickly and hold out his arm so I couldn’t reach the book. I stepped closer to him still aiming to reach the book but he grabbed my waist with his free hand and pulled me to his lap. Now I was kneeling on the bed straddle style in Shawn’s lap but still couldn’t reach the book.

‘Shawn, give it back! It’s mine!’ but he was just laughing at me, still holding the notebook out of my reach.’ It’s not funny! Give it back! I’m serious!’ I tried to free myself from his grip but he was too strong. I changed tactics and stopped wrestling in his lap, pouting at him. ‘Please, would you give it back to me?’

‘Not until you explain what this is.’ he said, a cocky smile spread on his beautiful face.

‘Nothing.’ I replied with annoyance.

‘Really? Because to me, it seems like song lyrics.’

‘You weren’t supposed to see that. It’s not for you. Please, give it back.’ I tried again, but I knew he won’t let it go.

‘Did you start writing songs?’

I didn’t answer, instead, I pressed my lips to his, hoped it would surprise him enough to let go of the notebook. Taking advantage of the fact that he was wearing only boxers I tried to distract him enough he would forget about that stupid notebook I didn’t hide properly. I deepened the kiss, wrapping my hands around his neck, grinding on the soft fabric of his underwear. He didn’t protest and even pulled me closer by wrapping his hands around my waist. My hands travelled down his well-trained arms and I was inches away from the book he was still holding in his hand when he broke the kiss and pulled away from me.

‘Good try! But I’m not gonna let this go that easily.’ he said with a husky voice.

I moved my hips against his erection as a final try, but he tossed the notebook to the other side of the bed, grabbed my waist and lifted me off his lap, putting me down on the bed next to him.

‘Spill the beans, y/l/n! Did you start writing songs?’ - he used my last name, which meant I won’t get out of this without giving him an explanation.

I leant back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling before I finally gave in.

‘Maybe.’ - I said letting out a sign.

‘When?’ he asked, laying down next to me.

‘After you went away for tour.’ I felt my cheeks burning up. It was supposed to be my secret. No one should have found out. Especially not Shawn.

‘Why?’ came his next question and it felt like I’m at an interrogation.

‘I don’t know.’ I lied, finally looking at him desperately wanting him to drop the subject.

He rolled to his side, reaching out to brush away a lock of hair from my face with his fingers.

‘Tell me, please.’ He pleaded.

Maybe it was because of the way he said please, the words started pouring out of me.

‘I was feeling so alone after your tour started. I was here all by myself, we just moved in here, everything was new and it didn’t feel like home yet. Without you, I felt miserable in this big house. I tried to distract myself, working harder, staying at the office later than usual, going out with my friends more or asking them over for a girls night in, visiting my family more often so I wouldn’t have to be alone. I did everything to avoid being here alone. But I not always had a choice. One night it was this huge storm. It was pouring rain, crazy wind, thunder, lightning, everything you can imagine. And I was so scared. I didn’t know why. Usually, a storm doesn’t bother me. But I guess because I was alone in a new house that didn’t feel like home yet, I just didn’t feel safe enough either.’

‘Why didn’t you call me? We could have facetimed. It’s not the same, I know, but maybe it would have helped.’ he interrupted me, his voice filled with worry and guilt.

‘And admit that a stupid storm scared the living shit out of me? You know me better than that! My proud would never let me do that! Anyway, the storm was on full blast, I couldn’t go back to sleep so I grabbed my guitar and started playing the songs you taught me. It felt like you were there with me. It distracted me from the storm, from how alone I felt. After that night I played every day. It was the best distraction. I learnt new songs, watched a bunch of tutorials on Youtube. It helped pass the time and slowly I felt better and better. One day I started humming this melody. It got stuck in my head so I wrote it down. A few hours later I had a song. With lyrics and everything. It felt amazing. So I kept writing and playing. I thought it will end when you’re finally back home. But tour ended a month ago, you’re here, everything is back to normal, but I’m still coming up with new stuff.’ Now a big smile was playing on my lips I couldn’t explain. I didn’t mind that Shawn found out about my little secret. I was happy about it actually.

He reached out above my head to seize the notebook again, and this time I let him. For a few minutes, none of us said anything, I was watching him study the songs I wrote.

‘I’m sorry I left you alone here like that.’ he glanced up from the book, sounded sad.

‘Don’t. It’s not your fault. And you couldn’t have done anything. You were on tour. I’m fine now.’ I kissed him softly to reassure him that everything was okay. ‘You’re here now.’

‘But I still feel like a let you down…’

‘Shawn, stop! You didn’t! It was a tough year, but I swear I’m okay. Really! Believe me!’ I wrapped myself around him, resting my head on his chest. I wanted to be as close to him as I possibly can.

‘I believe you!’ he kissed my forehead. ‘You know, some of this stuff in here are actually really good!’ he waved the book in front of me.

‘You really think so?’ I looked up at him in surprise.

‘Absolutely! We should record them and release them! People should hear it!’

‘Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not a musician. I’m sure no one would like my songs!’

‘I’m not kidding! You are talented! I know you can sing too! Seriously we should record these songs, put out and EP and launch your music career! I’ll talk to Andrew about it tomorrow.’ he was not kidding and it shocked me. I don’t want to start a music career. This is absurd.

‘You’re crazy!’ I said in complete disbelief.

‘I am not! I always knew you’re good! You should really do something with it!’ he started rambling about label contract, singing lessons, studio sessions and a bunch of other stuff I couldn’t keep up with. He got so excited about this whole thing I just didn’t know what to do, so I did the first thing that came to my mind to shut him up. I kissed him.

‘Right now I just want you to kiss me everywhere and make love to me. Please, drop this nonsense!’

I kissed him again, he rolled us over so he ended up being on top and we didn’t talk about my imaginary music career for a long time after that.

Dont read this if you dont like super fluffy Egobang
I really couldnt help myself, sorrynotsorry


Danny watched the sunset, sighing softly to himself. Watching the bright blues of the afternoon fade away to cool oranges and purples always set his mind at ease, especially after a rough day. He hummed at the stars, closing his eyes and focusing on the chill that night brought with it.
“Need some company?”

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