look at the way he wraps his coat around him

help you forget.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

derek hale x reader (smut)

warnings: smut, some dirty talk, oral. (male receiving)

prompt: you’re pining over scott while derek pines over you. he helps you forget scott in his own way.

AN: let’s just pretend derek is still in teen wolf and he never lost his alpha title.  i’m such a sucker for alpha hale right now. 

beacon hills was a beautiful town, strange but beautiful none the less. you’d lived here your whole life, fortunately you’d managed to go most of your life without knowing what truly lurked in the dark but in the end, you were exposed to it all and fighting things nightmares were made of was a daily occurrence now.

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Come Here Little Girl

Word count: 2,366

Warning: SMUT, daddy kink, rough sex, slight bondage

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary/Request: Thank you @thedevilsbestie for your request!

On a hunt, Y/N is surprised to find out in such circumstances, a kink that she has – as is Dean. They try it out when they get back to the motel room.

“I am not doing that. No way!” You shouted through the motel room.
“Come on Y/N this is where he’s going to be and it’s probably our only chance to kill him.” Dean argued. “I have to go too.”
You snorted, “You get to wear clothes though, you don’t have to go in your fucking underwear!”
You had been on this case for the past two weeks trying to find the vampire that was terrorising the city, so of course you wanted to kill the son of a bitch. But the only problem was that he only showed his face once a fortnight at a club downtown. The club looked like your average sort of club from the outside but in reality it was invite only. Not only that but the invites were for men who had girlfriends and partners that would come along only in their underwear (or less) and then, “I don’t even want to think about what sort of stuff happens in that club at night.”

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Pushing Your Limits || Taehyung || DRABBLE

Genre: SMUT. filthy, filthy, smut.
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: Orgasm denial, overstimulation, sex toys, fingering, eating out, slight choking

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could request drabble #52 (you’re not allowed to come until i say so) with Hoseok, namjoon, or taehyung? With a lot of edging and overstimulation and things like that (f/m please!). Thank you!
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52. “You don’t get to cum until I say so.”

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Business and Pleasure - Part 12

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,359

Warnings: Swearing 

Originally posted by buckysclique

Neither of you had slept that night. You were wrapped in each other’s embrace until the moment Bucky had to leave. You had insisted on going to the airport with him, despite his protests that it wasn’t necessary. You wanted to, though. You couldn’t let him leave on his own.

There was a time when you prayed that he would be sent away on business, but things had changed so much in so little time. You wanted to show him that you were serious, to reassure him that your relationship would survive even despite the distance.

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Notice Anything?

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes X Reader

Requested: No 

A/N: Yay I am finally back with another fanfic! I am so sorry for the very long wait, school had been keeping me very busy. This is my first Sherlock imagine and I am starting to get used to the different characters’ personalities. Again, sorry for the wait and I hope you enjoy!


“You like her.” John states as soon as she leaves the flat, turning to look Sherlock in the eyes. Sherlock turns away quickly, his brown curls bouncing madly as he stood up from his chair.

“That is absurd, John. I see that spending time with me hasn’t made you any less of an idiot.” he proceeds to pace around the small flat, his eyes occasionally wandering to where her figure stood just moments ago. He could still feel the essence of her presence lingering. He wished that she was still standing there.

“Oh, stop denying it, Sherlock. I know a person with feelings when I see one, though I can’t say the same for you.” John replies cockily with a chuckle, completely ignoring Sherlock’s attempt at shutting him up.

“I don’t have feelings!” Sherlock snaps, his teeth bared in a scowl. “I can’t like her, I can’t have feelings-”

“Oh don’t be silly Sherlock, you’re human…I think. Of course you have feelings-”

“…Because she’s with someone else.”

John’s eyes widen and his mouth hangs agape as Sherlock falls back into his chair, putting his head in his hands. John lets the silence sink in, still processing the fact that the emotionless consulting detective before him did in fact like (Y/N).

It was true that (Y/N) was already in a relationship, one that neither Sherlock nor John approved of. It was rather one-sided, her boyfriend never really cared for her and always relied on her to do things for him when he’d never offer anything in return. Nevertheless, she insisted that they loved each other and that it was meant to be. She had just visited Baker Street to hang out with John and Sherlock before celebrating her one year anniversary with the guy and was now getting ready for her big night.

“Sherlock, I’m so sorry.” John finally murmurs, sitting across from him in his chair. The detective looked miserable and John realized with a pang that Sherlock was only truly happy when his favourite people were in the room. John Watson is one of course, but (Y/N) was also a key to filling the missing pieces of the detective’s heart.

“Why is it that people say sorry when it is not even their fault?” Sherlock mutters, standing up and grabbing his long black coat. “I don’t understand why innocent people blame it on themselves when there are others who are guilty.”

He shrugs his coat on and ties his scarf so tightly around his neck that John was afraid that he might choke himself. He heads down the stairs, his shoes echoing every time he took a step.

“Sherlock! Where are you going?” John asks suddenly, though he already knew the answer.

“I’m going out for a walk, isn’t it obvious?” he calls, his voice faint. John hears the black door slam shut and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

It was very obvious where he was actually going.


(Y/N) stood in front of the fancy restaurant, shivering from the cold. They had promised to meet there 30 minutes ago, but to no avail had he arrived. Wearing nothing but a sheer sleeved knee length dress and a rather painful pair of heels, she waited, shuffling from foot to foot in attempts to warm up

Sherlock arrived momentarily and takes a sharp intake of breath when he saw her. She had definitely glammed up for the occasion, ditching the ponytail and letting her hair fall in loose curls around her shoulders. She had also traded her comfy flats for some killer heels, giving the already confident girl a boost in demeanour. Her dress hugged her body perfectly, accentuating her curves. She truly was beautiful, with or without fancy attire. Sherlock gulped as he approached her, silently sliding in, to stand right beside her.

“Finally!” she exclaims, a look of annoyance plain on her usually happy face. She turned to face the man beside her. “I thought you were never going to show-”

She stopped mid sentence as she realized that it was Sherlock. Her annoyance seemed to melt away, and it was soon replaced with a smile.

“Sherlock!” she says, happily. “I thought you were someone else. Anyways, what are you doing here?”

“Well, I was just taking a stroll when I saw you.” she nodded, and Sherlock tried his best to sound as natural as possible. She shivered, her breath visible in the frosty air and Sherlock’s eyes widened with worry,

“Here, take my coat.” Sherlock murmurs, taking off his dark coat and putting it swiftly over her shoulders.

“No, I couldn’t.” she protested. “What about you?”

“I’m quite alright.”

She looked at him, a bit curious. It wasn’t every day you saw Sherlock going out of his way to do something caring for anyone. It felt odd and definitely suspicious. Not that she minded, she loved the feeling of the warm coat wrapped around her. It smelled distinctly of Sherlock. She discreetly inhaled his scent when he wasn’t looking. The girl smiled into the fabric, it felt comforting and right.

“I don’t want you to contaminate the flat next time you come over, it’s really quite terrible for my health and the severed body parts in the fridge when there are unwanted bacteria floating in the air.” Sherlock quickly added, trying to sound more like his bitter self. He couldn’t let his guard down, not yet.

She frowned, slightly disappointed that his bitterness had returned, but shrugged it off. It was normal for Sherlock to behave like that. Though she did love it when his occasional more caring character came to visit.

They stood in silence, side by side. Sherlock couldn’t take the ignorance of silence much longer, he had to tell her.

“Look, (Y/N). I need to tell you something-” he starts, his words rolling very quickly off his tongue as if he was going to start explaining an ‘obvious’ deduction. However, it was too late. Sherlock heard rather obnoxious footsteps and turned to face (Y/N)’s boyfriend, who didn’t look like he was hurrying at all.

“You’re late.” Sherlock hissed, wanting nothing more than to wipe the idiotic look off of the other man’s face. He smelled faintly of alcohol, his feet unsteady underneath him.

“Big deal. At least I’m here now.” the man says without a care, reaching down to grab (Y/N)’s hand. She looks at it for a millisecond before taking it hesitantly. Something that any other ordinary person wouldn’t have caught, however, Sherlock was no ordinary person.

“Why are you still here? You can leave now.” (Y/N)’s boyfriend snaps, practically dragging her inside. She gave Sherlock a helpless shrug and allowed herself to be towed inside.

Sherlock stares after them, wondering how such an amazing person like (Y/N) could be stuck with a person like him. Sherlock decided that he’d be staying for a while, despite her boyfriend’s wishes.


Sherlock peered over his menu, watching the couple at the next table. (Y/N) tapped her fingers against the table repeatedly, Sherlock knew this as a sign as to when she was annoyed or exasperated. Possibly both at that moment.

“Excuse me, sir?” a waiter comes up to Sherlock’s lonely table for the fifth time that night. “You’ve been here for an hour now and you still haven’t ordered anything. Is there anything on the menu that looks appetizing to you? May I suggest the-”

“A cup of tea please.” Sherlock cuts him off, eyes still glued to (Y/N)’s table.

“But sir, you’ve already had three-”

Tea, please.” Sherlock repeats, turning his head to face him, his eyes piercing into the ones of the slightly terrified looking waiter.
He nods, sighs and rushes off.

“You don’t deserve me!” Sherlock’s head snaps back to the other table when he heard someone shout. It was the wretched boyfriend. “I deserve much better than you!”

Her boyfriend had stood up, hands on the white-clothed table, looking beyond annoyed. (Y/N)’s head was in her hands, her figure shaking.

“Wrong.” Sherlock says abruptly, startling the two. The other man growled, throwing his hands up in the air.

“And you bring psychopaths with you! What’s wrong with you?”

“Wrong. Again!” Sherlock exclaims, jumping from his seat. “I’m a high-functioning sociopath, and she deserves better than you.”

“Why you-”

“Ah, ah.” Sherlock tuts, shutting the guy up with a single glare. “Tell me; did you notice? Do you notice anything different, anything at all?”

The man she deserved better than opened his mouth to say something (Sherlock presumed he would say something stupid) and stood dumbfounded, glaring at the consulting detective.

“Notice what?” he asked quietly, ashamed of not knowing and feeling stupid under the detective’s cold stare.

“Hmm, I don’t know maybe the fact that she bought a new outfit for tonight or the fact that she let her hair out of the ponytail and ditched the jeans and sneakers. Or maybe you could’ve noticed the new fragrance she decided to test out when she realized that you preferred the smell of fruit opposed to flowers. You could have complimented her and made her day, women like that don’t you know? Shows you’re considerate. Oh, but let’s not talk about only the changes in her appearance, no!” Sherlock rants, his words quick, tumbling over each other. “Let’s talk about everything she does for you, you idiot.”

“I really don’t think-” her boyfriend starts but Sherlock cuts him off, he was on a roll.

“Let’s see, first off, she reserved this table for you because you were too careless to even remember your anniversary. Oh, and might I mention she specifically booked a table far from the open windows because she was considering your allergies.”

“How did you-”

“You carry around eye drops and allergy pills around in your pockets, it’s really quite obvious. Now stop interrupting me! Now, where was I? Ah, yes. You might not realize it but she keeps you out of trouble all the time. Does your taxes, pays the rent and does everything to make you as happy as possible! She sacrifices her time and energy for you. But what do you do in return? A simple ‘thank you’ or an act that showed you cared would be nice but no! You stay out late, not even bothering to give her a heads up and thus making her sit awake until you get back home so she can sleep knowing that you got home safely. Should I go on?” he pauses to take a breath, not even waiting for an answer before continuing. “You flirt with other women but then you get angry at her for simply hugging an old friend. You ignore relationship problems and never initiate conversations. You arrive late to your anniversary and leave this incredible woman to wait by herself in the cold while you mingle with strangers at a bar!”

(Y/N) gasps and Sherlock flinches at the sound. For a second, he forgot that she was there.

You simply don’t care.” Sherlock says, coming to a conclusion.

“You don’t know this! You don’t know anything about our life, about my life!” the other man yells, shaking with rage while pointing a finger menacingly at Sherlock. He simply raises and eyebrow in answer. “You don’t know her like I do! I know her best!”

“Oh, but darling,” Sherlock whispers, coming so close to the other man’s face that their noses almost touched. “If you really did know her, you would have noticed. You would’ve noticed that she has stopped falling for you.”

The man opens his mouth to spat something in Sherlock’s smart face before thinking against it. He turned to face (Y/N) instead.

“Us? Yeah, it’s not a thing anymore. It’s-”

“No,” she says, standing up and interrupting him mid-sentence. “You always get the last word. It’s finally my turn. It’s over.”

Her faint, but powerful voice rings in their ears as her final words escape her mouth. Whether she regretted her decision or not, it was too late now.

“I suggest you leave before your ignorance starts to get contagious.” Sherlock mumbles to the enraged man. He doesn’t move.

Leave.” Sherlock repeats more aggressively. “You are no longer welcome in (Y/N)’s life.”

The man leaves without saying another word, stopping only for a second to glare at (Y/N), before leaving her life forever. She sinks back down into her seat as he exits the restaurant, resting her head on the table. Sherlock begins to walk out as well, knowing that he was probably unwelcome to comfort her.

“Sherlock, please don’t go.” she murmurs, just quietly enough that only he could hear what she had said. He nods, assuming the chair across from her, patiently waiting. What for, he wasn’t quite sure.

“Do you really pay that much attention to me? Did you really notice all those things?” she finally asks, bringing her head up from the table just enough to look him shyly in the eyes. “Or did John give you subtle hints before you left the flat?”

She laughs gently, and he smiles.

“Oh darling, I notice everything about you - and so much more.”


Thank you so much for reading! Feel free to leave a request, my ask box is always open!

so fresh so clean

okay so heres a quick niall imagine collab done by me and @squirrely83 . it was a convo that turned dirty and we thought we should share our misery with all of you! 

inspired by this glorious selfie:

its all about the freshly showered blowjob, yall :) enjoy!

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I Just Wanna Love You


Bucky x Reader, mention of other Avengers

Warnings: drinking, unprotected sex (use a condom!)

WC 1191

AN: The other day I heard Jay-Z’s “I Just Wanna Love U (Give it to Me)” and I got the idea for this. It’s really my first attempt at smut and… truth is, I’m not sure how it is. Your feedback is appreciated!

I’ve tagged the usual people but if you’re not comfortable reading smut, I won’t be offended in the least.

It was a well deserved night off and you found yourself at a club - of all places! - with the team. Nat and Wanda had coerced you into going and surprisingly, you were actually enjoying yourself.

You were reluctant to dance choosing rather to lounge in the VIP room that came along with having Tony Stark as a friend. Every so often, Nat or Wanda would come and try to drag you out to the dance floor but you were stubborn, insisting that you were waiting for the right song to come on.

Suddenly, you jumped up and made your way to the dance floor. You really liked this song! Wanda and Nat shrieked their hellos (everyone had been drinking) and you started to lose yourself in the song.

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Boss!AU - Part 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.5, Part 3, Part 4

Time for the final part! This is actually my favourite part! It’s more fluffy than the other parts and I can’t leave the characters alone for too long so I’m sure we’ll dip in to the universe in the future again! I hope you like it - thank you for all the lovely comments I’ve had since starting it x

“Harry?” You speak down the phone after arriving in the office. It’s like a blizzard outside, raining and windy, and the last thing you need is your phone ringing when you’ve barely taken your coat off. You have his spilt hot coffee over your hand, and your clothes underneath are wet from the rain too; not quite the same weather as New York just last week. Harry had let you take Thursday and Friday off as a thank you for working the previous weekend so you’d spent the past four days with your phone switched off and holed up in your flat with takeaways and movies in between sleeping off the jet lag.

Your flat mate had flittered in and out in between seeing her boyfriend and she spent most of her time at the weekends with him now, which you were more than happy to see her do (and it gave you the flat to yourself), and you hoped you might have the same soon, if Harry would only make up his mind about whether he wanted something serious or not. You understand he has more to think about than most men his age, with his four year old son in the picture, and being the number one priority in his life, obviously, but you’ve decisions to make yourself. On the screen of your laptop is a draft contract from one of Harry’s rivals sitting in your emails, all you have to do is read through, get back to them with any adjustments, sign it, and you’d be free to sleep with Harry without fear of anybody finding out and frowning upon it.

Shit, it did sound sordid when you put it like that. Sleep with him? Be his assistant-with-benefits?

“Hey…” he sounds breathless, as if he’s running late. “Listen, I wouldn’t ask yeh if I didn’t need to bu’ I need a favour from yeh?”

You sigh, placing the coffee on the desk and pulling your hair away from your neck, the phone safely nooked between your shoulder and ear as you did so, and tried to do open up the place as he speaks. “What is it?”

“Sam’s sick.”

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battle scars (jon snow)

Prompt: Robert Baratheon had come and burned down the whole village, slaughtering the men and raping the women. You’d been young then but Robert Baratheon did not care. He took you with him and soon gave you to the filthiest brothel that he could find. Fast forward almost 8 years and you’ve been destined to meet the legendary Jon Snow.

Pairing: Jon Snow x Reader

Warnings: mentions of rape/death/murder/harassment, baelish being a creep, language

A/N: hello hi i hope you guys like this! it moves faster than my other fics but that might be a good thing LOL. keep in mind that robert baratheon is a lot more evil and terrible in this fic than he is in the show/books. same goes for baelish kinda. pls let me know what you think! XOXOX (!!!!!!GIFS ARE NOT MINE!!!!!!)

“Are you ready to meet Jon Snow?” Petyr Baelish leans against the doorframe, looking you up and down as you dress yourself.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you roll your eyes at him and he hisses, swiftly making his way over to you and turning you around to face him.

“That is not a good answer, little Y/N. Jon Snow might be a bastard, but he’s Lord Stark’s bastard, so you will treat him as you would a Lord. He’s turned down Ros, I’d rather he didn’t turn down another one of my whores. Is that understood?” He leans his head down and you can feel his hot breath across the bottom of your face.

“Understood, my Lord,” you whisper, looking down as a smirk grows on Baelish’s face.

“That’s a good girl,” he traces his fingers up your arm and across your collarbones, slowly making his way down the valley of your plump breasts. “Don’t worry, I won’t tire you out. I just want to make sure you’ve prepared properly.”

Petyr whispers blessings under his breath and unties the front of your dress, slipping his fingers underneath and skimming them across the bottom of your breasts. He pushes your dress off, letting his fingers skim across your every curve, pinching and squeezing as he wills himself not to push you any further.

“Ser?” A soft voice pulls Petyr away from you, leaving you bare for the girl to see. “Jon Snow is here for Y/N.”

Petyr nods and the girl goes away, a smirk coming back to Petyr’s face. “We shall continue tomorrow, my darling. Now, remember: Jon Snow doesn’t leave here until he cums inside of your pathetic little cunt. Is that understood?”

“Yes, my lord,” you nod, almost sneering at Petyr as he ties up the front of your dress.

“Good girl,” he winks and makes his way out, sending Jon Snow in soon after.

Originally posted by winterfellskingdom

You’d heard about how handsome the bastard of the North was: how his curly locks somehow looked even better under all the snow, how his low calm voice managed to woo even the most faithful, how his dark brown eyes melted even the coldest hearts. You thought you’d prepared yourself, thought you were ready to see him. But the second he stepped into the room, you felt your heart in your throat and your breaths completely stopped.

“Y-Y/N?” Jon Snow whispers nervously, his eyes studying your face as you snap out of your daze. You immediately plaster a soft smile on your face and walk over to him.

“That would be me,” you reach over behind him and close your door, ensuring the utmost privacy for Jon Snow.  You look up only to find him already staring at you. You stop for a moment, faltering at the intensity of his gaze. He’s looking at you like you’ve known each other forever, like he’s found something he thought he’d lost. You clear your throat, pulling both him and yourself out of your thoughts. “And you’re Jon Snow,” you smile and gently hold his hand, allowing him to move out of your grasp if he’d so like.

“Indeed I am,” he chuckles nervously and looks around your living quarters.

“I’ve done everything in my power to ensure that no one can see or hear us,” you lead him to your bed and gently push him down in a sitting position. “Is there anything you’d like for me to know or anything you’d like to ask me before we start?”

Jon thinks for a moment, eyes looking everywhere but you. You’re gorgeous, breathtaking even. You could be doing anything and yet here you are. No woman would do this willingly, at least none that he knew. What brought you into this world? Why did you stay? What family do you belong to? Where did you grow up? What–?

“H-how long have you been doing this?” He questions before he can stop himself, slowly looking up at you and causing you stiffen. The questions stops your every movement; out of any possible conversation starter, Jon Snow asked you about the one thing you worked so hard to forget.

All the horrible memories came rushing back, normally they didn’t do that until you were asleep. Your breathing becomes shallow and you lose track of your surroundings, desperate to scream out. But you heard Baelish, you had to do anything for Jon Snow. Just as you opened your mouth to answer, Jon starts shaking his head apologetically.

“Sorry, sometimes I don’t know when to stop talking,” he whispers and try as you might you can’t find it in you to send him away. “I understand it must be tough to even think of how you got here, let alone talk about it. I don’t want you to–I could just–I should leave. I’m sorry for bothering you, I should–”

“Hey,” you whisper, placing a hand on his shoulder as you stand between his legs. “I-I can tell you. It’s just not the most arousing story ever.”

“I, I understand,” he nods, looking up at you as you run your free hand through his curls. “You could sit next to me if you’d like. Or I could hold you if you wanted?”

He watches you, innocent as ever with sparkles of curiosity. And you watch him, confused as to why he’d care about you. Then it clicked. He may be Lord Stark’s son, but he’s still a bastard. Life couldn’t have been kind to him. You felt an odd connection to him, one you’d forbidden yourself from ever feeling.

You lean down and press a soft kiss against his forehead, despite years of betrayal and pain telling you to turn the other way. You lean down and slowly start removing Jon’s coat and armour. He looks at you, about to protest and you give him a smile, assuring him you just want him to get more comfortable. So he relaxes a bit, closing his eyes as your fingers skim across his back and chest. You set his items aside and walk over to him, pushing him towards the headboard and laying next to him. He wraps an arm around you and you don’t oppose.

“Are you still sure you want to hear my story?” You look over to him and he nods, a slight frown settling across his features. So you nod and look anywhere but his face and you start your story. “I was 11 years old, Jon Snow. I was 11 years old when Robert Baratheon, the mighty King burned my village down and murdered my family, my friends, my neighbours. I was 11 years old when I was ripped from my mother and raped by Robert and his filthy soldiers, all while my mother forcefully watched. He murdered her soon after and then sold me to this place,” you point to your surroundings, a few tears falling down your face and escaping your notice. “I was raised here, Jon Snow. This is all I know.”

Jon brings a hand up and you flinch, still in your earlier mindset. Once you realize what you’ve done, you open your mouth to apologize and he shakes his head, pulling you closer and wiping your tears away.

“It’s just me, it’s just Jon Snow,” he whispers, brushing his lips against your hair as you regain control of your emotions. “I am going to rip Robert Baratheon’s head off the next time I see him.”

“You can’t do that, no,” you shake your head and sit up, looking into Jon’s eyes and seeing nothing but compassion and warmth.

“Why not? He’s a terrible man, you know that. We all know that, why can’t I rip his damn head off?” He nearly yells out, hurting for your younger self. His hands are balled into fists, head turned away from you.

“Because you can’t rule the Seven Kingdoms from six feet under, everyone knows that,” you whisper with a smile on your face, hoping to assuage Jon’s anger.

“What? What’s that supposed to mean?” He turns back to face you, a small smile on his face.

“If anyone should be King, it’s you, Jon Snow,” you smile at him, and you can’t seem to remember the last time you actually smiled.

“You’ve got a beautiful smile,” Jon whispers and leans forward, pressing a kiss against your forehead as he gently pulls you into his lap. “I only brought you into my lap because I want to hold you… and protect you.”

“You’re sweet and I’m certainly not complaining, but you paid for me to–”

“I paid for your company, and if Baelish gives you a hard time, I’ll lie and make up ways that I was able to keep you quiet. Is that okay?” He runs his fingers through your hair and you place a light kiss against his cheek.

“That’s perfect. Now, let’s compare battle scars, shall we?”


Paring: Tom Hiddleston x reader (kinda)

Warnings: being insecure, angst, fluff

Summary: One rainy evening, Tom gets a call. 

Note: i don’t know what happened I just had to write this because I’ve been kind of sad lately. English is not my native language so forgive me for any mistakes. And I’m too lazy to proofread it so yeah sorry for that too. 

(not my gif I found it on google, so credit to whoever made it!)

The rain was pouring outside the windows, and the night was on its way. Tom was sitting in silence in the big living room of his apartment. A cup of tea on his table and a book in his hand. He loved nights like those. Though he was relaxed, something was bothering him.

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Scott x Reader


Requested by @alphawinchester67

Prompt list

You’ve never be the one keeping an eye on Scott when he was in heat, it’s always been Stiles and when he wasn’t present, so now the only solution the pack had was that you were the one who was going to take care of him, which didn’t make any sense since you were a werewolf as well and could easily get affected.

He was with no doubt stronger than you since he was an alpha and he manage to push you down the bed, pinning your against the mattress and did anything to cover you with his scent.

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Rollercoaster // (Zach x Reader)

Summary: Zach takes you on a date at the local fall carnival.

A/N: This was not requested. Hope you guys enjoy this imagine; I know I take super long with these so it means a lot that none of y’all have complained about my lazy ass. LOL. I’m so happy you guys enjoyed my past imagines, thank you so much for the notes. <3

Warning(s): A little cussing 

“Two wristbands, please,” he asked the ticket salesman at the entrance of the fall carnival. It was a Wednesday afternoon and the local carnival was filled with Liberty High students who had just begun Thanksgiving break. “I cannot wait to get my hands on a funnel cake and eat it all up,” he said while waiting for the wristbands.

You and Zach Dempsey had been longing for one another ever since you transferred into Liberty High. You were quickly recruited to the cheer team, and though every single jock’s eyes were set on you, your eyes were set on Zach.

After months of late night phone calls, study sessions, and casual after-practice fast food runs, he finally gathered up the courage to ask you out on a real first date.

You had always felt comfortable and open around Zach since you became good friends over time, but now that you were on an official date, it’s as if you forgot how to talk to him. Your mind left your body as you grew more and more nervous. You couldn’t believe you were on an actual date with the one and only Zach Dempsey.

“Sounds delish,” you softly let out.

After putting on your wristbands, you kept to yourself, placing your hands in your coat pockets as you both made your way inside the carnival. You refused to show any signs that you were nervous, but Zach saw right through you.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” He asked, concerned.

Concealing your distress, you shrugged, “Yeah, I’m just a little cold, that’s all.”

“Well, here,” he said, pulling you closer to him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “I’ll keep you warm.”

You looked up at him as he flashed you a kind smile, and all of a sudden, you felt at ease. Zach was a great friend, a good guy in general, and he asked you on a date, not anybody else. You had nothing to worry about.

An hour into the date, he had already won you 2 huge stuffed animals, both of which he confidently lugged over his shoulders the entire time. You waited inside the carnival as he went to the parking lot to put the stuffed animals into his car. You were honestly getting sick of all the carnival games, and so when Zach came back, you threw a new idea at him.

“Hey Zach, why don’t we ride The Boomer?”

The Boomer was the most popular rollercoaster at the carnival. Everybody who attended rode it at least once. It was the tallest and steepest ride there, with one upside-down loop, and a 90-foot drop. It was terrifying yet invigorating all at the same time.

Zach gulped, as his eyes began to travel away from yours, “Um, yeah, sure, if that’s what you want.”

After 20 minutes of talking and watching Zach fidget with his fingers in line, you both finally sat down inside the rollercoaster cart. He wrapped his arm around your waist, as the ride operator began to speak into a microphone.

“Everybody, arms up!”

Zach shot you a confused look, and you raised your arms up, signaling him to do the same. A bar arose and secured tightly into your laps.

“Oh god, it’s happening,” you heard him mumble.

The rollercoaster began to slowly move forward, the sound of creaking and cranking filling the air. Though, above all the noise, you could still hear Zach’s faint panting in the background.

“Zach, you good?” You asked, looking at Zach, who was forming sweat on his forehead.

“Great,” he responded almost immediately.

The rollercoaster was making its way up to its peak right before the 90-foot drop, when Zach finally blurted out, “I’m scared of rollercoasters.”

Your jaw dropped in shock, and you responded, “What the hell, you’re kidding.”

He looked at you with widened eyes, shaking his head, “I’m really not.”

The rollercoaster increased its speed as it faced its infamous 90-foot drop.

“ZACH!” You screamed with rage, as the ride sped down the drop.

You managed to interlock your fingers in his as you held his hand for the entire duration of the ride. All you could make out from Zach were “holy shit’s,” “holy fuck’s,” and “whatthefuck whatthefuck whatthefuck’s.” You couldn’t lie, it was the funniest thing you have ever witnessed. It was the last thing you’d ever expect from a 6’3” jock built like a god.

You could hardly breathe from laughing too much. It was actually quite adorable the way he closed his eyes the whole time, his dimples prominent from screaming, and his hair being blown all over the place from the speed of the ride. He squeezed your hand so hard it lost feeling.

By the end of the ride, your hair was a hot mess and Zach was still sitting there closing his eyes, gripping onto your hand as tightly as he could. He was well aware the ride ended, but refused to look.

“You’re fine, Zach,” you reassured him as the ride came to a full and complete stop. “You can open your eyes now.”

He let out a long breath, and opened his eyes slowly, adjusting to the bright lights.

“You did it,” you beamed at him, and kissed him on the cheek. A shy smile crept up on his lips as he began to blush out of embarrassment.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were scared of rollercoasters?” You asked, watching him devour an entire funnel cake to himself.

With a mouth full of food, he replied, “I didn’t wanna seem like a loser. You’re a cheerleader, you’ve been thrown up like 20 feet into the air. All I do is shoot hoops.” He licked whipped cream off of his finger. “Honestly? You’re too cool for me, Y/N.”

“I am not!” You dipped your finger in whipped cream and put it on his nose. “And you’re not a loser. You’re my loser.” 

You cringed at the cheesy line you had just said, but quickly moved on as you watched Zach cross his eyes looking at his own nose, trying to lick the whipped cream off. You sat there adoring how cute he was. “Why don’t we go on another ride?”

Zach stopped what he was doing and shot you a fearful glare.

Next thing you both knew, you were sitting on a ferris wheel, admiring the view of the carnival. It was beginning to get chilly and you shuddered ever so slightly.

“Cold, babe?” Zach asked. The word “babe” sent shivers down your spine, making you shudder even more. Your heart began to race and you felt the same way you did when you first entered the park.

“A little,” you responded. He took off his letterman jacket and wrapped it around you.

You helped him adjust it around your shoulders, and asked, “What about you?”

He smiled, wrapping his arm around you. “Don’t worry about me.”

You spent majority of the ride cuddling and staring at the sunset. The sound of screams and laughter from the carnival down below were faint enough that you could hear Zach’s soft breathing as you rested your head into his neck.

The wheel had made about one rotation when you almost fell asleep in his arms, until he awakened you with a snide comment. “This ride is way too intense for me.”

You looked up at him and rolled your eyes. “I know right,” you responded sarcastically.

“No I’m serious,” he chuckled. “Being on this ferris wheel with you is making my heart beat ten times faster than it did on that other ride, surprisingly.”

You blushed in response, “Really?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Feel it.”

He grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest, on which you felt his heart thump, slightly rapidly.

All you could let out was a soft “damn,” the ferris wheel rotating slowly until you both finally reached the top. You hadn’t noticed that Zach was looking down into your eyes the entire time, and when you finally realized it, you felt your stomach drop and changed the subject.

“So. The Boomer. Probably the scariest thing you’ve ever done huh?” You asked.

He didn’t take his eyes off yours, “Nah, I’ve done scarier things.”

“Like what?”

“Like this.” He slowly leaned in and cupped your face softly, pressing his lips against yours. You felt his eyelashes brush your cheek as you kissed him back. You placed your hand around his neck, and pulled him closer to you. It was the most magical feeling you’ve ever felt.

You let go, looking into his eyes and smiled shyly, once again snuggling back into his side. Your heartbeat thumped loudly in your ears, and you looked across the carnival and took in all its beauty.

“Kissing me was the scariest thing you’ve ever done?” You asked jokingly, intertwining your fingers with his.

He exhaled deeply, “Kissing you? Nah. Kissing you at the top of a ferris wheel when I’m scared of rides? Terrifying.”

You snickered at his comment, and hit him playfully as he laughed back.

“I’m kidding,” he said, as you both reached the bottom of the ferris wheel. He got off first and offered his hand to help you off.

He continued to hold your hand, dragging you excitedly across the carnival, leaving you in the dark about what was happening.

“Zach, where are we going?”

He looked back at you with a smirk on his face, “Wanna ride The Boomer again?”

You stopped and pulled your hand away. “Aren’t you scared of it?”

“Yeah, but not when I’m with you,” he answered with a grin. He watched as you began to blush, and asked again, “So do you wanna ride it or not?”

You grabbed his hand and dragged him behind you, “I thought you’d never ask.”

A/N: Hope you guys liked it! I had no idea how to end it I hope it wasn’t disappointing or anti-climactic lol. Thanks for the support you guys; All my original posts are tagged #zachdtfdempsey! (A lot of the gifs/pics aren’t mine tho, just a disclaimer) ALSO I’m so stuck with what to do with the requests in my inbox, I cannot come up with anything! If any of you writers wanna snatch them from me, lmk!

see, like, missy has been a very touchy character in this regen?

she snogs the doctor, and constantly rests her arm around him/on his shoulder (outside st paul’s, and once she’s free on the plane, to name a few times), and just holding on to him for dear life when he kisses her in the graveyard. she wraps her arm around osgood. in s9, she reaches into clara’s personal space to make her have the vortex manipulator, and she sits very closely to the doctor in the ship.

getting into people’s personal spaces is a very quick and effective way to make them very uncomfortable, and she uses this to her advantage to scare osgood, and her just being nearby people makes them nervous.

the scene in which she reaches for the doctor (and to me she looks like she’s reaching to fix his coat, like in s8 with the unit/cybermen in the square scene),  he steps back, and it shows she wants to be near him and touch him for her own comfort, not to make him uncomfortable. she instantly stops, and freezes and looks down and laces her fingers together, kinda shakily. she doesn’t continue her attempt, which is something the old her might have done - stepping forward and not allowing a rejection in the first place.

[gif from @the-clever-boy-in-the-funny-hat​]

12 recognizes, however, how much she needs that contact, but isn’t ready to give it. he’s not much of a hugging person, but he understands that she needs that from him, so he does what he can. her reaction to this, like she’s taking a breath, about to speak, is so fundamental. she knows he’s trying to help her too, but doesn’t know how to convey how much she needs it without embarrassing herself/acting ooc.

i feel that missy really needs that hug. she really, really needs it. even just from bill. she hasn’t really had physical contact with anyone in years, presumably, and that does things to a person whose character revolves a lot around it. she’s restraining herself so much.

Love And All The Other Intangibles

Eric is six and on December 24th he spends most of his time in the kitchen with his mama rolling out pie dough and dropping biscuits onto baking sheets.

The rest of the family is in the backyard playing touch football. 

“You can go out and play, sweetheart,” Suzanne tells him as she wipes her hands on her apron.

From where he’s perched on the counter he has a clear view out the kitchen window.

He watches his twelve year old cousin, Sean, tackle his seven year old cousin, Peter. It’s a big hit and it takes a minute for Peter to get up.

All of the adults crowd around him and slap him on the back when he finally gets to his feet. He’s sure Coach tells him to walk it off and his Uncle Steve tells him to take it like a man.

No one reprimands Sean or even reminds him that that they’re not supposed to be hitting each other.

Eric looks down at the apples slices that he’s carefully layering into the crust and swings his legs.

“It’s more fun in here,” he says and Suzanne kisses his forehead and starts rolling out the top crust.

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merllennium  asked:

18, can will be the one crying b/c He doesn't find himself a good enough nurse?

18. While someone’s crying (you can get a crying will but for another reason bc i have big feelings about this)

Will lost a patient. That is evident as soon as Nico comes home and hears the eerie quiet of their apartment. There are only so many reasons Will wouldn’t be listening to music or humming as he cooked or cleaned or did whatever. And considering the difficult case he’s been worried about for several weeks now…

Nico leaves his shoes and coat and bag to the hall and silently makes his way through the apartment to the bedroom. He finds Will lying on Nico’s side of the bed, hugging a pillow and legs folded close to his chest, staring at the wall without probably really seeing anything. He looks so small and vulnerable like that, his face emotionless but ready to crumble under the slightest pressure.

It breaks Nico’s heart.

Without saying a word, Nico walks to the bed and lies down behind Will, carefully wrapping an arm around him to avoid startling him. Will is stiff, his muscles tense, but when Nico presses against his back he takes a hand and squeezes it so hard Nico’s fingers could break. Nico pushes a knee between both of Will’s, pulls him closer, and presses his lips comfortingly to the back of his neck.

Little by little the tension leaves Will’s body, but with the momentary calm comes the tremble; quiet sobs shaking Will’s body as he tries to keep them in, tries to be strong in a way he doesn’t need to be, tries to not fall apart. Will has always been soft, he’s always felt things deeper than Nico can understand, and for all the times Will has helped him calm down after a nightmare there are just as many times Nico has been there for Will’s cries and fears.

“You’re the one that told me”, Nico whispers against Will’s skin and strokes his knuckles with his thumb, “that being able to cry over a loss is the strongest thing a soldier can do.”

Will turns around in Nico’s arms and buries his face to the soft fabric of Nico’s shirt before letting the tears fall freely. Nico holds him tightly, dying a tiny bit inside with every sob and whimper, and runs a hand up and down Will’s back in a what he hopes is a soothing motion. His other hand buries itself to Will’s hair, holding Will’s head safely tucked under his chin as their bodies shake from the power of Will’s cries.

Nico knows words are pointless. He’s never been good with them, and this is not the time to start experimenting. And he knows how he himself would feel in his weakest moments if someone were to shoot empty words and promises to his face. Things will be okay, eventually, that is true, but that’s not something you want to hear when your whole world is gloom and dark.

“She was barely eleven, Nico”, are the first words Will manages to get out between the tears. Nico hates to hear them, hates that Will has to face dying children most every day, but he holds on tight and listens and maybe lets a tear fall on his own cheek, too. “She was just a child, how can - how can the fates be so cruel?”

Not having an answer that would be satisfactory to either of them, Nico stays quiet and just kisses Will’s hairline softly. It’s a question he has had frequently since he first learned about the nasty old ladies, and no matter how much he tries he will never understand what good could ever come from letting innocent children die. What he does understand is Will’s need to work in the children’s ward, helping and trying to prevent every death that he can, but in these moments where even that isn’t enough it’s hard to see the point in anything.

All Nico can do is hold Will through the sobs, smooth back his hair and help him breathe when it becomes too much. In and out, slowly, in and out, until all that’s left is bloodshed eyes and trembling lips and a wet spot of tears and snot on Nico’s shirt. That’s when Nico finally dares to smile, just a little, just enough to make Will know he’s proud of him regardless of what he thinks of himself.

Will tilts his head up enough to press their foreheads together. It’s something he’s always found comfort in, they both have, and Nico can feel calm settle in their bones.

“Why couldn’t I save her? Why couldn’t I save an innocent child, just this once?”

Will is not asking him, not really. Nico knows that, but still he cups Will’s cheek gently and presses a soft kiss on his lips before whispering, “Because when you take off the armor, every soldier is still only human.”

(thanks for the prompts, everyone!)

Are You Mine? *Part 1*

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Gif isn’t mine

Requested: Angst Request Please?, au where everyone see all in black and white until you see the eyes of your soulmate, reader see the colors when she see the eyes of Newt, but he can’t, she lies about the colors time pass and reader tells Tina “take care for him” and gellert hurts reader, she confess she loves newt and then dies. Years pass and Newt name his daughter like reader because reader Dreams about have scamander for last name. Sorry english is not my language. also Tina and Newt are soulmates! <3

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Thank you so much for the request! I was thinking of doing an angst fic but I wasn’t sure what to do, so this is a great request! I mean sad, but great lol

Warnings: Angst, angst angst angnsnsngnsnfddjffkdffjssjfdsj (im so sorry lmao)

Author: @xfandomqueenblrx (me)

Word count: 1,718

DO NOT post on other sites and claim as your work. 

Reblogs are fine.

Please leave feedback and ways I can improve my writing!! As they say, there’s always room to improve.

Now, enjoy!!


The sounds of trains and people rushing around filled your ears, the usual black and white colors flooding your vision. You held your bag close to you to avoid any pick pocketers walking around. You walked to the closest bench by platform three and waited. 

Today was the day you were going to meet your new co-worker. You were a trained medical assistant and you were sent by the Ministry of Magic to assist a man by the name of Newt Scamander. Reports told you that he was a researcher of magical animals, and he needed your help in case he ever got hurt. You’d never been in a situation where you’ve had to help a magizoologist before, heck, you’ve never even met one, but you were excited to start a new adventure. 

“Miss, excuse me, are you Miss Y/n?”

You looked up to see the most beautiful green eyes you could see. Your eyes widened, and looking around you started to see colors you would have never imagined to exist. A large grin settled upon your face and you couldn’t help but squeal and stand up from your seat. 

Everything looked so beautiful.

You looked back at the man standing in front of you. He had a long blue coat on and he was holding a worn out suitcase in his right hand. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, but he had a soft smile on his face. Freckles dotted his nose and cheeks, giving him a cute appearance. He had reddish brown, curly hair tousled on top of his head. Oh good God, could it be?

This was your soulmate!

“Miss, are you alright? Is there something wrong?”

Now it was your turn to be confused. Could he not see the colors too? No, that couldn’t be possible… Right?

Your smile slowly started to fade. “Y-yes, I’m Y/n. What’s your name?” 

“Newt Scamander. I believe you must be assisting me on my trips.” He held out his hand for you to shake. You took it, immediately feeling a spark when your skin touched. Surprised, you jolted a little bit before slowly shaking his hand and letting go.

“I’m sorry if I seem a little jumpy, I-I… Do you not see it too?” You slowly looked up to his face once again to see a confused expression on his face. 

That proved your suspicions right, then. He couldn’t see the colors.

“See what? Did one of my animals escape again?” Newt quickly looked down and checked the lock on his suitcase. He saw that it was closed shut, but just to be sure he turned around, surveying the area. 

You took this time to look down again. Tears began to fill your eyes. This man was supposed to be the love of your life, your soulmate, and here he was - unable to see the same colors as you.

It’s been a year and a half since you’ve met Newt. As of now, you were helping him research animals for his new book. Sure, it was hard knowing that he couldn’t see the same as you when you were around, but there was that small sliver of hope that still remained in your brain. Maybe it would just take him time to realize that you were supposed to be his soulmate? After all, there’s no way you couldn’t be.


As of now, you were in Newt’s case, sitting at his desk and editing his book. It was coming along well. There was still much research to be done, and Newt still had to write about some other animals, but you really felt like the book was coming to a positive end. You just hoped that you could continue traveling with Newt once his book was finished. You cherished the friendship you had with him, even if he didn’t think of you as a lover.

Meanwhile, Newt was keeping the case on top of his lap. The both of you had decided that it’d be best to board a ship to New York for your next adventure, and now it was really happening. Newt recommended that you stay in the case to keep the animals calm, and also so that he wouldn’t have to pay for another ticket. Props of having a magical case people can fit in. 

Once the ship had arrived in New York, Newt walked off the boat and went through customs. There were many other things that had happened, but Newt had refused to tell you of the events. As of now, the both of you were stuck in an apartment with two sisters. One was named Tina, and the other was named Queenie. Tina seemed to be quite nice, and so was Queenie. Newt had pulled you out of the case to introduce you to the both of them, and you learned that Queenie was a legilimens and Tina worked at MACUSA. There was also another person there, a man named Jacob. Newt told you that Jacob was just someone he met, which sounded quite suspicious, since Newt wasn’t the one to go up to strangers and talk to them. To be honest, all of this seemed suspicious.

Not only had the two of you been thrown in a strange situation, but Newt had been acting quite weird since he pulled you out of the case. You were both sitting on the couch, waiting as the Goldstein sisters prepared something to eat. When you asked Newt questions, his answers would always come out clipped and short. Not to mention, when he had introduced you to that Tina girl, he had been fidgeting so much you thought something was wrong. However, Newt wouldn’t answer any of your questions, leaving you annoyed and tired.

Queenie called for Newt and you to come sit at the dinner table to eat. Jacob had already been sitting there, fork and knife in his hands, ready to eat the delectable food. Newt sat down next to Jacob, while you sat next to him at the head of the table. Tina sat in front of Newt, while Queenie sat in front of Jacob.

You all began to dig in, except for Newt and Tina, who had been staring at each other ever since they sat down.

“Are you guys ok?” you asked.

Newt didn’t break his gaze from Tina. “W-we… Tina, can you…?”

Tina smiled and shyly looked down before bringing her head back up again. 

“I think you’re my soulmate Newt.”


This can’t… That’s not what was supposed to happen! He was supposed to be mine… mine.

Tears started to cloud your vision. You immediately dropped the silverware you had been holding, your appetite completely gone. The chair you had been sitting on screeched as you pushed back and ran out of the apartment. 

This wasn’t what was supposed to happen.

You continued running out of the complex, tears streaming down your face. After all this time, he wasn’t even yours to begin with. All that time wasted, hoping that he’d realize he was yours and you were his. Thoughts of having a family together, dreams of being able to travel and grow old together, all gone down the drain. 

Numb.That was all you felt as you kept running out on the streets, not even knowing where you were going. You bumped into numerous people, yet you kept on running. Once you started to run out of breath, you slowed down and walked into an alleyway, leaning against a wall and sliding down it. You fisted your hair and cried. It felt like your heart was broken in a million pieces.

What’s the point anymore? You’ve loved him for such a long time, only to have you feelings thrown away for a mistake made by the gods. What a tragedy, knowing that those beautiful colors you only saw around him was a mistake. What a waste of time and energy.

What a goddamn waste. 

Back in the apartment, everyone was staring at the chair you had last sat in. Jacob slowly started to begin eating again while attempting to start up conversation with Queenie. Tina was looking at Newt, analyzing his confused facial expression.

“Newt? Is your friend… ok?” Tina reached over the table to hold onto Newt’s hand. Newt looked down for a little bit, before shrugging off her hand and standing up from his chair. 

He rushed over to the coat hanger and grabbed his blue coat, wrapping it around himself. “I have to go find her.”

Queenie abruptly stood up from her chair, causing it to shriek loudly. “No, Newt you can’t.” She knew what you were going through, and she also knew that you needed time to think.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry Queenie but I have to go. I don’t want her to get hurt.” Newt grabbed his suitcase and began to make his way to the door. Queenie rushed towards him and grabbed onto his arm, stopping him from advancing any further.

“Newt, she needs time to think. I know you’re close friends, but I think It’d be best if we leave her be.”

He shrugged off her hand and looked up at her. There was a long pause, before he remembered that she was a leglimens, meaning she knew why you had left.

“Queenie… Why did she leave?”

Queenie immediately took a step back at that question. “Newt, no. Don’t ask me that. Please don’t try to use my ability to gain access to another person’s feelings. You need to talk to her on your own.” She then turned away and started to walk back to the kitchen. Newt ran his hand through his hair in stress and set down his suitcase. He proceeded to take off his coat and hang it back up.

“Queenie I’m sorry. I should’ve never asked you that, it was impolite. You’re right. I’ll just wait until she comes back.” Newt took a seat on the couch and hunched over his knees. He was extremely worried about you, and he was confused as to why you had left so abruptly. 

Tina walked over to Newt and sat down next to him. She began to rub small circles into his back, assuring him that everything would be ok. 

But for you, everything was so far from ok


ALRIGHT!!!! So I decided I would write a second part to this, because I made this wayyyyy longer than I intended for it to be. I really hope you like it though!! Also, feel free to send in requests!!! 

Love ya guys <3


Sooooo I wrote a little more of the mob boss omega Rhys AU with Russian alpha bodyguard Jack so….I hope you all like it c:

Rhys is so new—new in money, new in power, new in body that it makes Jack’s breath short in his throat.

Jack, who has cut his teeth on some many men, old and blubbery and armed only with years of loyalty and manipulation to innervate arthritic muscles usually clenched around pen or pipe rather than gun or knife—Jack who has killed more than his far share of arrogant upstarts as superficially fresh-faced as Rhys—sees something more that he hasn’t seen in a long time in the young omega.

And it’s exhilarating to watch.

It’s been only a few scant months since Rhys’ father, Jack’s former boss, met his end in a busy train station with hundreds of witnesses but somehow, no leads. Rhys could have very easily been swept under the carpet of the ensuing power struggle, or killed, or worse considering his omega status, if not for Jack and his pistol stepping in the path of the bullets fixed on the back of Rhys’ head.

“If you don’t step up, зайчик, they’re going to kill you.” Jack had murmured, his hand heavy on the back of Rhys’ neck one night in the boy’s new office. The carpet is mustard yellow and stained with old spots of blood, the desk cleared of any personal affects, blank and lacquered and shining in the lamplight. Jack had felt the moment that the trembling of the boy in his too big suit and too big chair had stiffened, resolve hard as chips of ice in Rhys’ eyes as the omega looked up at him.

“All right. Let them come.”

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‘yes or no’ (jon snow)

Prompt: You were a Greyjoy bastard picked up by the Starks, after the family destroyed yours. You were Theon’s half-sister, but he didn’t pay you much mind anymore. The Starks treated you with respect, but you never felt at home. You were never as close to the Stark children as Theon was, you were never close to the maids you worked with seeing as they thought they were better than you. The only person you got along with was Jon Snow. And maybe that was why you found yourself falling for him more and more every day.

Pairing: Jon Snow x Greyjoy!Reader

Warnings: language, depression, anger

A/N: y’all my heart hurt writing this bc can you imagine Jon’s beautiful brown eyes looking at you, knowing that he broke your heart all because he’s too honest???? like wow thank u jon i accept this heartbreak (!!!!!!!GIFS NOT MINE!!!!!!!!)

“Fucking royals,” you shake your head and wrap your fur coat around you tighter, holding it as close as you can.

You never had an issue with the Starks, but you hated Robert Baratheon. You hated his wife and his son and the rest of the damn Lannisters too. They were rude and angry and Robert was always drunk. He was meaner that way, and no one would ever dare tell him that except Eddard Stark… and you. You were dumb enough to tell him, so he backhanded you halfway across the hall. You grit your teeth and before you could do something that would behead you, Jon Snow grabbed your arm and pulled you out to the stables with him.

“You should’ve let me at him, Jon.” you glare at the back of your good friend’s head and he turns to look at you, brows raised.

“Right, and then what?” He scoffs and makes his way next to you.

“At best, he kills me. I’ll take it,” you lean forward and hold your hands closer to the fire, desperate for some warmth. “It’s better than some damn king having his way with me because I angered him.”

“We wouldn’t let him do anything of the sort. You know that,” he sighs and looks up at you, but you do what you can to avoid his gaze.

“I appreciate that, Jon. But I was being serious. I don’t mind dying,” you turn to look at him, a small smile on your face. “I welcome it at this point.”

“What?” Jon frowns, looking at you with more concern than before. “You surely can’t mean that. What would happen to the Starks, to me?”

“You’ll all be fine, silly,” you nudge him with your shoulder, trying your best not to think too much of his little comment.

“No. No we won’t, Y/N. My siblings all love you, from Rickon all the way to Robb! We’d all be devastated if anything happened to you,” he lifts himself up and walks away from you in an angry daze.

You get up and groan, annoyed that you’d made Jon mad. “Jon! Wait up!” You run after him, managing to grab ahold of him before he walked inside the castle. “Jon Snow, listen to me!” You turned him around to look at you, pulling him away from the doors and over to the side of the building.

“Just let me go, Y/N,” Jon wouldn’t even look at you, he looks so torn… so torn up over the fact that he’d lose you. So for a moment, you let yourself wonder. You let your walls down and you cup his face.

“Jon please listen to me,” you whisper and he looks down at you, eyes hardened. “I’m sorry for saying that, I am. It was never my intention to hurt you or to even think of hurting your family, I swear to all the gods.”

“I know, Y/N. I-I’m sorry,” he looks down, face still resting against your hand. “I just can’t bare the thought of you not being with us. You’re my family.”

“Thank you for saying that, Jon,” you smile, hope blossoming in your heart as Jon slowly looks up at you. “I have one question for you, please be honest.”

“What is it?” He grabs your hand in his and looks at you, concern covering his beautiful face once again.

“Don’t worry yourself,” you chuckle, face burning as you ready yourself to pose the next question. “Jon, I-I love you. I’m in love with you. I’ve lived at winterfell almost all my life and the only friend, the only companion I’ve had is you. My own half-brother was willing to sell me to some slave traders and even then, it was you who came to stop him. Thank you. I just, I just really need to know: do you love me, too?”

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“Wha-what’s going on, Y/N? What do you mean?” He removes his hand from your grasp and slowly takes a step back as the fear settles into your heart.

“I’m asking if you’re in love with me, Jon,” you fight back tears and swallow the lump in your throat.

“Y/N, I just–”

“Yes or no, Jon?” You ask louder, taking a step back and covering yourself in your fur once again.

“Y/N… no,” he whispers, looking up at you just as the tears fall down and you cover your mouth to keep the sobs from falling.

You nod, pulling yourself together for a moment and giving Jon a farewell smile before turning around and walking out of Winterfell, not turning around despite the many calls and pleas falling from his lips. Heartbreak is deafening, even if you’re the only one who can hear it.