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emily-ily2  asked:

Can you do a Jeff x Reader smut maybe where he like fingers or teases the reader in public or something? ( your blog is amazing btw)

ooooh frisky Jeff 😏 btw this can either be set before Hannah kills herself, or you can be like me and pretend she never did such a thing and CLANNAH is real and everything is fine and dandy ~

598 words, Jeff Atkins/fem!reader

Jeff and you sat in a booth at Rosie’s diner, right across from Clay and Hannah. As cringey as you and Clay thought it was, Jeff had talked Hannah into getting Clay to agree to a double date. Jeff had to do a lot of convincing with you, though, as someone who preferred to be private with their relationship. The fact that it was Clay and Hannah was bearable, knowing that they were decent and good people. 

It all seemed innocent to start with, joking around with each other, teasing the other couple about how embarrassing their partner is, ordering milkshakes and fries. It was innocent, until you felt a strong, cold hand creeping along your upper thigh, eventually diving under the fabric of your skirt. The coolness of the hand made you squirm and twitch, hopefully not noticeably. Even after you got used to it being there, it still felt weird. Sideways glancing Jeff, who was talking to Clay about whatever he was being tutored in, he pretended like he was doing nothing. Out of the blue, or at least seeming so to everyone else, you laughed and blushed when you picked up on where the hand was getting at. The digits picked at the elastic of your underwear that rested between your thighs, eventually getting underneath that, too. Jeff was touching incredibly sensitive areas now, making you dive for your napkin and bring it to your face, pretending to have to wipe your mouth of food. 

“You okay, doll?” you nearly hit him with your napkin, he was so calm while saying that, though he was stroking around the edges of your vag, making you let out small hums and moans into your napkin. Why did he have to do this here? On a fucking double date too. 

God dammit, Jeff Atkins.

“Mmm-hmm, just got some stuff on my face, that’s all.” the three of them bought it, at least Clay and Hannah did. Daring to put the napkin down next to your plastic basket of fries, you started eating them and sipping your drink, as to not moan into the way he was nearly inside of you with his fingers. First one, now trying two. Hiding pleasureful noises as appreciation for good diner food, everyone let your weird behaviour slide. 

Jeff stopped after a good time messing around underneath your skirt, teasing around the insides of your thighs before he pulled out completely, excusing himself to go to the bathroom. You took the opportunity of Clay and Hannah being preoccupied with each other to fix your underwear and skirt positioning, and to try and unflustered your appearance as best you could. By the time Jeff got back, Clay said that he had some work to catch up on, and Hannah was exhausted. After hugging Jeff - and you - goodbye, they left the diner, turning back only to wink at you, giving you a thumbs up each before running happily to the car. 

You. Were. Mortified. 

“Jeff fucking Atkins, you obvious asshole!” you smacked him lightly on the shoulder, not actually that mad. All he did was laugh and tell you that your face was the dead give away. He and you argued playfully until you shut him up mid sentence with a heated kiss, right on the lips, which he returned in surrender. You held him by the wrists and brought them cheekily to where they’d started their escapade of teasing earlier on, your eyes being your words as they begged him to do it again, giving up on wanting privacy in the relationship, 

Protective (Dean X Reader)

Requested: Yes
Prompt: 5. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” with Dean Winchester
Summary: A vampire hunt goes off tracks.
Word Count: 1000

You unzipped your black leather jacket and settled it on the back of the bar stool, knowing you had the full attention of your target. He was a vampire that had drawn your attention by his pattern of seducing women and leading them to their deaths. As you revealed your bare shoulders, you fought the chill that crept up your spine at the intense feeling of being watched. You watched him make his way towards you from your peripheral vision. You pretended not to notice him as you smiled at the bartender.

“What can I get for you?” the older man asked as he tossed his bar rag over his shoulder.

“I’ll just have a cold beer,” you answered politely.

You sound like my kind of woman,” a deep, smooth voice chuckled from your right. You turned and eyed the man with feigned interest. “Do you mind if I join you, darling?” he asked. You batted your eyes lashes and sucked your bottom lip between your teeth as you let your eyes skim over him. He was tall and lean, but you didn’t doubt he was strong.

“I don’t mind at all,” you smirked and leaned forward on the bar, revealing more cleavage. His dark eyes honed in on the movement. You couldn’t help but smile as he fell for your bait. Now all you had to do was lead him outside and snap the trap.

The bartender popped the top on a beer and set it in front of you. You picked it up and took a long swig, relishing the cold liquid as it slid down your throat. He grinned and never took his eyes off you as he sipped from his own beer.

“Open a tab, anything this lady wants, is on me,” he told the old man who nodded and walked away.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you placed a hand on his firm bicep. He simply waved his hand dismissively and took another sip.

“A woman as lovely as you, shouldn’t have to pay for drinks,” he hit on you. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his mock chivalry. You played along and kept conversation headed in the right direction. You told him everything he would want to hear. You had no family, you were out here alone looking for work, and no one knew you were here. It made you a perfect target. As the conversation turned personal, he slipped his hand across your thigh. You startled slightly as you heard glass shatter from across the bar. You raised a brow and scanned the crowd to see Dean glaring at the back of the vampire’s head. You couldn’t help but shake your head.

“Why don’t we get out of here?” he suggested as he slid his hand towards your hip. You smiled flirtatiously.

“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” you smirked your red lips and stood up. You pulled your jacket off the chair and in a fluid motion, you put it on and threw a wink at him. He smirked and led you by your hand out of the bar. You spared a glance back at Sam and Dean to see them move forward.

Instead of leading you to the parking lot, like you expected, he led you around the building to the grimy, shadowed side. He pushed you against the wall and smashed his mouth against yours. Your mind spun as you were caught off guard. You expected him to take you to an abandoned place, like he had with all his other victims. His hands explored your body, and you felt violated by his touch. One of his cold, dead hands slipped into your hair while the other jerked your leg around his waist.

“I haven’t wanted a woman like I want you before,” he growled softly into your ear. You felt another disturb chill. “I think I’ll keep you,” he added, his voice growing rougher. When he pulled back, you saw the row of razor sharp teeth in his mouth. Your eyes widened and you shoved against him with all your strength. He stumbled back, taken off guard. With some space, you entered into a fighting stance. He sneered and lunged forward at you. You dodged and with a quick movement, pulled out the silver knife that you kept tucked in your boot.

“A hunter!?” he growled. “I’ll make a pet out of you,” he sneered before surging forward again. He tackled you to the ground and you brought your knife up between the two of you. Before you could make the killing cut, his head rolled off to the left and his dark blood splattered all over you.

“Eww,” you groaned and pushed his limp corpse off of you. You looked up to see Dean holding a machete now covered in blood. He looked worried and you wanted to roll your eyes. “I totally had him,” you complained as you took Dean’s offered hand. You frowned at the blood that smeared over your cheek.

“He was all over you,” Dean frowned as he started to walk away.

Wait a minute,” you grabbed his wrist. “Are you jealous, Dean Winchester?” you teased. He rolled his eyes and faster than you could blink, his hands were buried in your hair and his lips were on yours. The kiss was passionate and made your knees tremble. When he pulled away, his green eyes met yours and he smiled at the breathless state he left you in.

“I’m not jealous,” he answered. “I’m protective,” he smirked. You remembered exactly why you fell for him in the first place.

“Would you two please just get in the car?” Sam asked. You looked over at the tall man who had already seated himself in the passenger’s seat. You shook your head to clear away the remaining daze from Dean’s kiss and made your way to the black Chevy Impala that had become your home in the last few months.  

anonymous asked:

Four word prompt: "I ate it all"

“Sweetheart?” Harry closed the fridge door, a frown etched on his face, “Do you know what happened to the rest of that takeaway I brought home the other night?”
I look up from my book at Harry, “I ate it all.”
He stares at me, “When?”
“I had it for lunch today, I’m sorry babe, I should’ve asked.” He’s still staring at me with that look on his face that he gets when he’s trying to figure out the right chord for a song or switch out a word in a lyric for a better one, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I just… There was so much food in there, love, you ate it all in one sitting?”
My mouth gaped open, “Are you judging me for how much I ate? You’re always the one telling me I should eat more and—“
“Hey, hey, no, of course I’m not… Are you alright, though? Just seems… not like you and you ate peas the other day with dinner even though you hate peas and you’ve just been… Something’s off. Are you on your period or something?”
I laughed, “Something’s off about me and you automatically assume I’m on my period? What kind of—“ But I stop mid sentence and the grin falls off my face.
“Love? What is it?”
“Oh my God.” I say softly and then I’m running to our bedroom, Harry calling my name after me as he tries to keep up. I’m digging through my purse when he finally gets here, struggling to find my birth control pack.
“What’s the matter?” Harry says again, watching me from the doorway.
I wordlessly pull out the pack and inspect it. I was right. I’d missed my period for the second time in a row. I didn’t think anything of it the first time because it happened sometimes, sometimes I just didn’t get it. But never twice in a row. Harry says my name again, growing annoyed and anxious.
Now that I thought about it I remembered missing a couple pills the month before the first time I missed, but I hadn’t thought anything of it, I’d done that before and we’d always been fine. We’d always been fine… But now… “I missed my period.” I said softly, “For the second time.” I look up at him from where I’m sitting on the carpet, eyes wide, wondering how he’s going to take this because I myself am unsure how to react and I need his sureness, his comforting tone to assure me it’s okay.
“But… but that doesn’t mean anything, yeah? Because you’re on the pill?”
I shook my head, “Could mean nothing, but, I… You’re right, I’ve been eating differently, I’ve thrown up a couple times—“
“You threw up and you didn’t tell me? You didn’t think something was up?”
“I just thought… I thought I ate some bad chicken or…. Fuck, fuck, I’m so fucking stupid.”
“You’re not stupid, love.” He sat down next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “We should go get a pregnancy test, yeah?” When I looked at him though, he was looking at my stomach with a small smile on his face.
“What are you smiling about?”
“Well, I mean…” He moved so he was kneeling in front of me, pressing his hands to my abdomen, “What if… there’s a little baby in there that’s a bit of both of us? I mean, yeah, being a father now… scares me, but,” He shook his head, “That’s our baby in there, isn’t it?” His eyes started shining and he looked up at me, “And you… you would be a great mum.”
“Harry, I’m scared.”
“I know.” He takes my face in his hands and kisses me all over, starting at my forehead, to my eyes, my nose, my cheeks, and finally my mouth, “But we’ll do this together. Come on.” He lightly tugs on my hand and I hang on his arm as we walk to the car, wanting to be as close to him as possible, his presence comforting to me.
An hour later Harry’s pacing and I’m sitting on the floor with the peed-on stick in my hand.
“H, stop that, you’re making me nervous.”
“Sorry.” He murmurs and sits next to me.
“Are you sure that if… If this is positive, are you sure you’re ready for that?”
“I don’t think you’re ever ready for something like this, but I’m willing to jump if you are.”
I smiled and leaned in to kiss him, thoughts of cribs and diapers and bottles and starting a family with this man flitted around my brain.
The alarm on my phone when off and I jumped away from Harry to look at the test, not even pausing to turn off the alarm.
“Well?” Harry asked, the anticipation in his voice was prominent.
I started smiling, “I guess we’re jumping.”
He immediately enveloped me in his arms, the only sound was the both of us crying and laughing and yelling, Harry kissing me all over my face and then down to my stomach. “Thank you.” He whispered against my stomach and then brought his face up to mine, “I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.”
I smiled, wiping a tear from his cheek with my thumb, “Me neither.“

Bathing Suit

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Notes: Established relationship, one-shot, no smut (it’s implied), pool parties, low self-esteem, shopping, Reader hates shopping, Bucky is a supportive boyfriend, based on real events

Summary: Bucky tries inviting the you, his girlfriend, to a cookout and a pool party the Avengers are hosting at the compound, but you decline because you don’t have a bathing suit. You haven’t owned one in years, actually. Bucky takes you out shopping for one, and the whole day you come up empty-handed and upset. That is, until you find the bathing suit that changes everything.

A/N: So I bought a bathing suit for the first time in YEARS this weekend. Saturday seriously sucked for me. In the middle of my drudgery of trying to find a suit that actually looked decent, I came up with this idea for a fic. I hope you like it! Let me know if you did, and enjoy! ^_^

“Oh c’mon Y/N, I’m sure you’ll find something you like in no time.”

“That’s easy for you to say, Bucky. You were in and out of store like that!” you snapped your fingers on your last word to emphasize how quick Bucky got his new bathing suit. It was true, though. You and Bucky were literally in and out of Target in 15 minutes, and within that time he managed to find a pair of swimming trunks that of course made him look ridiculously hot, and all just for $20, too.

You on the other hand weren’t so lucky. It took you ages to find anything that you thought looked all right to you, and bathing suits were the worst offenders. Your bad luck with bathing suits had gotten to you so much, you quit trying to find one ages ago. In fact, it had been five years since you’ve owned a bathing suit. Maybe longer, you thought to yourself. It’s been so long you actually forgot exactly when you quit. But today’s shopping excursion reminded you of why you quit in the first place.

It was Bucky’s idea to take you out shopping. Last weekend, the entire Avengers team decided to have a cookout and a pool party. It was something they hardly had the time to do since they were too busy with missions, training, and other Avenger specific obligations. Each team member was allowed to invite a few friends, and of course Bucky invited you, his girlfriend. He was shocked and confused when you declined. You were always up for visiting at the compound, so why were you refusing now? When he asked, you gave him a simple reason.

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Rise and Shine

Request from anon for a Jax x Reader based on the following prompts:

#17 - “Stop it! It tickles!”

#22 - “You can scream if you want.”

Originally posted by rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts

There’s no better place to wake up than in the arms of the man that you love. You look up at Jax, his mouth slightly parted as he sleeps peacefully, the sight of him so relaxed such a rare one to see.

The way his eyes flutter slightly as he dreams, the way his arm continues to stay wrapped securely around you, no matter the fidgeting you do throughout the night.

You press your lips gently against his chest, the simple motion making him stir, his high level of awareness present even as he rests. His eyes open, a groan leaving his lips as he adjusts to the sunlight pouring in through the blinds.

“Morning.” you whisper, your fingers creating invisible swirls on his chest as he looks down at you, a smile of contentment on his lips. “Sleep okay?”

“Always do when you’re with me.” he replies, running his digits through your hair, the feeling making you sigh. “How ‘bout you?”

You nod. “You’re always so warm. Sends me straight to sleep.”

“That your way of saying I’m hot?” he teases, running his hand down your waist and squeezing, the action making you jump. You try to get up, knowing what’s coming next, but Jax holds you in place, a chuckle slipping from his lips. “Where do you think you’re going, baby?”

“Don’t tickle me please.” you beg, laughing as you struggle to escape, Jax flipping you onto your back and hovering over you, your body pinned securely under his. “I’ll scream.”

“You can scream if you want. M'sure the neighbours are used to it by now.” He nestles his head into your neck, nibbling your sweet spot just to prove his point. His hands run up and down your sides, you flinching everytime he does so.

“I doubt it.” you say, trying to roll to the side, your attempts futile. Jax cocks his eyebrow, a smirk on his lips. You shake your head, regretting your words. “Jackson-”

Ignoring your pleads, he squeezes your waist, his fingers tickling you ruthlessly as you squeal, begging him to stop, though your laughing makes it hard to talk. From above you, Jax enjoys the sound of your humour, your laugh like music to his ears.

“Stop it! It tickles!” you shout breathlessly, trying to wiggle out between his legs but he keeps you pinned in place, your stomach hurting from laughing so much.

“Tell me how amazing I am.” he says, grinning as he temporarily pauses his torture. You roll your eyes, squealing as he once again begins to tickle you. “Your choice!”

“Okay, okay! You’re the best boyfriend ever and I’m so lucky to have you.” the words come out between breaths, your body filling with relief as Jax gives up his torment, obviously satisfied with your answer as he takes your lips with his own, his hands resting on the pillow on each side of your head.

“Aw, thanks babe. So kind of you to say.” He feigns embarrassment, placing a single kiss on your nose before dropping back down beside you, your heart rate beginning to slow down. “You want some breakfast?”

You hum in confirmation, turning your head to the side to look at your boyfriend. “Please. I’m gonna hop in the shower.”

“Alright, I’ll get it sorted.” he says, grunting as he gets up from the bed. “Unless you fancy some company.”

“We’ll be in there all day with your wandering hands.” You say, moving to the edge of the bed and resting on your knees, watching as Jax ties his hair back, wondering how you got so lucky.

“Thought you liked my wandering hands.” he mumbles, slipping his arms around your waist, yours locking behind his head. “You never usually complain.”

“Of course I do, but I also like food, and right now my hunger is winning.” you say, a rumble coming from you stomach as if to prove your point. “But after that, I’m all yours.”

“You’re always mine, darlin’. Don’t you forget it.”

A/N - Hope you guys liked this! Thank you for sending in your requests, hopefully it’ll help me with my block!!! Love to you all ❤

The Chris Evans Mini Series (One Shots)

Imagine Chris reading a bedtime story to your children. 

A/N: I had been planning to write this for a while now, but haven’t gotten around to it. Then I saw that Chris was going to tell bedtime stories?! That just made me sit down and write this, it’s just- ughhh whhhhhyyyyy? 

*Word count: 2,484 🙊 I think I can just safely say that all these mini series one shots are going to be that long ‘cause I can’t help myself. They are just such a good couple to write about, give me that life already. 

The nightly routine in the Evans’ household started at approximately 4:30PM. The kids would hang out in the backyard, or watch TV in the living room, while you and Chris prepared dinner. That was really the only time in the day where the two of you could catch up without any interruptions because your kids knew Mama and Daddy needed to focus when working with sharp knives and hot stoves. Bedtime was another, but that time was tried to use for something else. Those moments were becoming rarer and rarer as you both suffered from exhaustion on a daily basis; being in the Hollywood Industry as well as the parents of two excitable children with exploding personalities took a toll. You and Chris both agreed you were lucky to have the other for support otherwise there was no way you’d manage. 

After dinner came the clean-up; you and Chris always made the children help so they knew they weren’t entitled even though their parents were rich and famous. Then it was bath-time, and that was a lot more work than it should’ve been. Both Jack and Lola would run up and down the halls in their underwear, making you and Chris chase them. It was always fun, until it wasn’t. Chris would have to catch both of them and carry them into the bathroom, and you’d have to lock the bathroom door behind him so your little bugs couldn’t escape. You’d then leave Chris to handle bath-time while you went down to your study to get some form of work done, be it plotting out an idea or replying to some emails. It was incredibly busy around your house and you could only squeeze work in-between nap-time, playtime, bath-time, and bedtime; all the times, basically. You were a parent about ninety percent of the time now, a hundred if your husband had to leave the state to film a movie. You wanted to complain, but you couldn’t; you loved being a mom and you loved your adorably annoying, but also perfectly perfect kids. 

“Oh God,” you heard Chris enter your study and you swiveled your chair towards him. He was drying himself up with a towel, just like every other night; the kids could never keep the water in the tub or to themselves. “If I wanted to get this wet, I’d go ride Splash Mountain.“ 

"Don’t act like you don’t love it,” you laughed as you saved your documents and powered down your laptop. Chris coming down meant that it was time to tuck your children in; the two of you liked doing it together if you could. “Uh uh,” you stopped him when you saw him through your laptop reflection, lowering himself down on the leather couch behind your desk. “You’re going to ruin the leather.” He chuckled softly, holding up his hands in surrender as he made his way back to you. “I’m done anyway, we can go tuck the kids in.”

“Alright,” he took your hand when you got to your feet. “Let’s go fuck this shit up.” He said and you laughed, pressing a kiss on his cheek; he smiled in response as he led you out of the study and towards the staircase which was on the other side of the house. “What are we going to read them tonight?” You shrugged as your mind scanned through the titles you bought for your children’s bookshelves. “They’re still fairly excited, so I think we’re going to need either a long one or three short ones." 

"I blame you for their excitable personality.”

“And I blame you for their night owl personality.”

You both laughed and Chris squeezed your hand, smiling. “Can the quality of a night owl be a part of a personality?” You quizzed and Chris nodded. “Well- I’m sorry I like staying up late, it’s the only time I can think properly. It’s also the only time I can anything done around the house, considering I have three kids running wild in the day." 

"Dodger?” He quizzed. 

“Chris Evans,” you corrected.

“Ha ha,” he bit sarcastically and you laughed; he tried not to do the same by biting back his smile. “You knew before you married me that I’m like Peter Pan, I’m never going to grow up.” You nodded, chuckling. “And you yet still married me,” he teased you.

“Yeah, well- you have your moments,” you teased him back and he laughed, pulling his hand out of yours to wrap his arm around you. “Chris!” You laughed, trying to shove his damp self away from you; he only tightened his grip. “Great,” you chuckled, “now I’m wet too.”

“Sounds like we’re in for an interesting night then,” he whispered into your ear suggestively and you giggled, slapping your hand on his cheek ever so gently. “I’m going to go change into something drier so I don’t wet their beds,” he told you when you got the top of the staircase; you nodded. He released you and headed for your shared master, whereas you walked to your kids’ shared bedroom; you found Jack, Lola, and Dodger waiting patiently for your presences.

“Mama,” Lola pounced on your leg the second you entered the room; she hugged you tightly and you smiled, resting a hand on the top of her head. “We sprayed Daddy with water at bath-time,” she looked up at you, grinning cheekily.

“I saw,” you laughed and scooped her into your arms when she released your leg. You looked over at Jack who was browsing through his side of the bookshelf so he could find a book for you guys to read to them. “Bud,” you called and he turned to you as you sat down on the edge of Lola’s bed. “Did you find something?”

“Not yet,” he shook his head. “I don’t know, Mama. We’ve read all of these books already, I want something new.” He gave up looking and walked over to you, taking the knee that his little sister wasn’t on. You hugged him tightly and rested your head on the top of his blow dried hair, before turning to Lola to kiss hers. “Why can’t you read your writing to us?”

“I could, but I don’t think you’d understand a lot of it. It’s elaborate and it’s for adults to really think and reflect on their lives and issues that society possess,” you explained and they both huffed even though they didn’t understand what you told them. “And my love stories are a little too…” You couldn’t find the word; it wasn’t like it was Fifty Shades, but it didn’t have that childish nature Disney love stories carried. They were simply too young to comprehend any of it, perhaps when they reached double digits.

“There’s one love story we could tell them,” Chris interrupted from the doorway; he’d been standing there a while, just smiling at how perfect his family was. He entered the room and sat down on the floor next to Dodger, patting his bud’s head before finishing his sentence. “About an actor and how met the most beautiful writer.”

“Oh yay!” Lola hopped off your lap and jumped into her dad’s instead, resting her small head against his chest as he wrapped his big arms around her. He smiled at you as he kissed her head, eyes asking if telling your love story was a good idea.

“Is that the story of how you and Daddy met?” Jack asked you and you nodded, smiling at your husband. “We’ve never heard that story before, have we?” He quizzed and you shook your head. “So can we hear it?" He looked between you and Chris; both of you nodded at the same time. "Yes!” You lifted him up as you sat on the floor opposite Chris; Jack cuddled you, resting his head against your chest like his sister did with his dad.

“Take it away, Captain,” you told him with a smile and he looked genuinely surprised you wanted him to start. “I write and tell enough stories at work, I think I can let you do that at home.” You winked and he chuckled softly, nodding in agreement.

“Are my little pumpkins comfy?” Chris asked, but got no response.

You both look at Jack then Lola; you tickled your son for his confirmation, and Chris tickled your daughter for hers. It wasn’t until they both nodded, giggling, that Chris began telling the story of how the two of you meet. While you knew exactly how the two of you met, and have spoken about your first meeting with him numerous times before- it was going to be nice to hear what he was going to tell your children.

“Once upon a time, there was a very handsome actor.” Chris began, smiling when he saw you stifle your chuckle. “His name was Christopher Robert Evans and he had just gotten the role of Captain America.” Jack and Lola grinned excitedly, hearing their dad’s name and his comic book character. “He was starting on a path of great success and he should’ve been happy, but he wasn’t.” He did one of his half smiles and you pouted, making him chuckle. “He was thirty years old and he was still alone. He wanted someone to go home to, someone to love and love him in return, and someone to start a family with. He searched and searched, but he couldn’t find anyone. Until one day, at a Starbucks coffee shop-”

“You found Mama!” Both Jack and Lola squealed excitedly, making you and Chris laugh.

“Yes, I found Mama,” Chris nodded, sharing a smile with you; both were filled with so much love and adoration, your hearts ached. “I saw the most beautiful girl sitting by the window. She was eating red Gummi Bears and furiously scribbling away on a paper coaster. She had a bright red scarf on and her pretty hair was down, she had no makeup on but she was breathtaking. Absolutely breathtaking,” he emphasized for you and you blushed.

“Did you talk to her, Daddy?” Lola asked, looking up at Chris with wide eyes. You and Chris both chuckled at her innocent question, unaware that if he didn’t- they wouldn’t have been born. “Did you talk to Mama?” She repeated when her dad didn’t answer her question immediately.

“Hush, bug,” Chris chuckled, playfully covering her small mouth with his big hand. “We’re going to get to that, you just need to be quiet so I can tell the story. Can you do that for me?” Lola nodded, noising confirmation against Chris’ hand. “Okay,” he dropped his hand and patted her belly, “I did talk to her, I just didn’t talk to her right away. I was so mesmerized by her that I spent the first ten minutes just admiring her from afar, which was a dumb move on my part because Mama was in such a rush that she left before I could talk to her." 

"Oh no!” Your children gasped. 

“But it’s okay,” Chris quickly said before they could attack him with questions. “Like Cinderella, Mama left something behind. She was in such a rush that she didn’t notice she dropped the coaster she was writing her brilliant ideas on, but I did and I picked it up.” Jack and Lola clapped, cheering for their heroic dad. “I had no idea if I would see Mama again, I just knew I had to keep it so I could find her and return it to her." 

"Where did you find her?” Jack asked the question this time. 

“Well, bud.” Chris smiled at you as he continued, “I found her at Luna’s Bistro, a few doors down. It turned out that we were fated to be together, so I didn’t have to look very far. She was meeting Uncle Kevin for lunch, and Uncle Rob and I were going to that same lunch.” Your children gasped again, making you and Chris chuckle. “I gasped too when I saw her and her bright red scarf, I couldn’t believe my luck. I went over, returned her coaster, started talking to her and-” He met your gaze again and you tried not to start crying when you saw his eyes glisten, “we haven’t stopped talking since." 

"Yay!” Your children clapped then hugged the respective parents they were sitting with. 

You and Chris both hugged your children back, smiling at each other. “I love you,” you both mouthed simultaneously and chuckled softly. You could both tell your children still weren’t mentally ready for bed yet, but physically they were done for the day. They were yawning fairly consistently, but trying to hide it because they didn’t want their parents to leave them yet. So the two of you sat with them in your arms, quietly singing the Winnie The Pooh theme song as you gently rocked them to sleep. It didn’t take long, before you could finish the song- they were fast asleep. You and Chris carefully got to your feet and tucked them into their beds; you kissed Jack’s forehead while Chris kissed Lola’s, then swapped to kiss your other child. You both stood in the doorway and watched them for a moment before turning off the lights and closing the door behind you. 

“That was super cute,” you told Chris as you wrapped an arm around his waist; he smiled and wrapped his arm around you, kissing the side of your head. “Do you think we could pitch our love story to Disney or Pixar?" 

 "Oh, definitely,” he nodded. “But I think I’d rather keep our love story between us. It’s too magical and special to share, I wouldn’t want anyone stealing it and claiming credit.” You chuckled, but nodded in agreement. “Isn’t that why you haven’t done anything with the novel you wrote, about our entire life story?" 

"Kind of,” you shrugged. “I don’t know, I didn’t write with an intention to do anything with it. I wrote it because I liked reliving everything we’ve been through together as a couple. It also made me miss you less when you were away, which you said works for you too while I’m away.” He chuckled and nodded. “That and- I’d like our kids to have a copy to read when they’re older, so they know they should wait till they find someone special before they settle down." 

 "That’s so sweet, baby.” He pulled away from you so he could move in front of you and take your face in his hands. “Honestly- I don’t know how I got so fucking lucky,” you chuckled and wrapped your hands around his wrists. “You are just the best and I love you so much.” “I love you too,” you smiled as he drew you in for a kiss. 

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The Simplest of Plans

So here it is, my first attempt at a whump/sickfic/langst story.  

I would love to get feedback on if I have done the genre justice and where I should improve my writing.

DISCLAIMER: Graphic injury descriptions and explicit langue are both used in this story so reader discretion is advised.


Lance groaned as he cracked his eyes open just a little, as he tried to see where he was he realised that he was slumped over the control panel inside Blue.  He winced as he tried to move his body, a sharp pain racing up his body from every direction, he could feel everything so that was a good sign, right?  

Raising his head he looked out through the window in front of him and he realised that he had crashed in Blue as he saw that he was in a large crater with small fires burning all around him.  He croaked out a pained noise, hoping to call out to his team when he realised that his helmet had been knocked loose in the crash and was sitting on the ground a few feet away.  He needed to get in contact with the others, he had to let them know that Blue had no power and couldn’t fight.

He shifted his weight slowly as to not upset his stomach, which was threatening to bring back up his last meal, either lunch or dinner he couldn’t remember.  Shaking his head gingerly as it throbbed, he went to stand and screamed in agony as his right leg flared in pain and he dropped to the ground unable to support his own weight.  He lay on his side for a few moments, resisting the urge to throw up and tried to calm his heart, what had happened to his leg to cause that kind of pain?

Once he decided that he had calmed down enough he slowly raised himself onto his arms and braved a glance down at his leg.  ‘Whelp there goes my lunch/dinner’, he thought to himself as he finally lost that battle to the sight of the bone protruding through the cracked and blood soaked armour that wrapped around his calf.  He continued dry heaving long after he had emptied his stomach and scrunched his face up at the smile of bile and other funky odors that were wafting up from the mess on the floor.  

‘Sorry girl, I’ll clean you right up when I get back to the castle,’ he thought to Blue but couldn’t feel her presence in his mind like he normally did, whatever had happened to her and completely shut her down.  Glanced over his shoulder to his helmet, it wasn’t so far away, he could probably drag himself      but he thought back to his leg and winced at the thought of pulling that over the rough metal floor.

He thought back to Blue, she had done so much for him ever since he had found her in that cave, he had to get help for her, he had to push through the pain and reach his helmet. He took a deep breath and pulled himself forwards and screamed at the sensation of his leg being torn apart but he couldn’t let this stop him, he had to keep going.  

‘Move your ass McClain!’ he screamed internally, urging himself on to keep pushing forwards towards his helmet.  Drag, scream, deep breath, drag, scream, deep breath, drag, scream, deep breath.  He kept up the mantra until he lifted his hand to pull himself again only to touch the smooth surface of his goal.  He snatched the cool material and let out an exhausted sigh, opening his eyes he saw that he was next to one of the walls in the cockpit.

Slowly and painfully, he shifted his body to lean up against the metal wall and looked down at the helmet, the visor was cracked and a large dent was visible to one side.  He turned it around to give it another once over and blanched, the entire inside was covered in blood.  He raised his hand to his head and felt the clumped and mattered hair around the large gash where the blood was still pouring from.  

He whimpered at the feeling of dizziness that was starting to overtake him and he knew that if he didn’t get a message to his team soon, he would pass out and he wasn’t sure if he would be waking up before his wounds became fatal from the blood loss.

Hands shaking he raised the helmet and placed it back on his head, trying to bite back the scream when the dented part touched his wound.  He could hear static from the communicator and after tapping it a few times he could finally hear voices coming through periodically.

“-ro!  Wat- out!”

“You- -ight!”

“Lo- out!”

Lance tried to call out to them but instead a coughing fit plagued him and he whimpered at the sharp pains that stabbed at his ribs.


‘Shiro!’ he thought as the voice came though clearly, the coughing fit must have moved the wires in his helmet back into place as all the sounds from the battle that was still raging in the sky came back in full force.

“Sh- *cough* -iro?” he tried weakly his eyes widening as he saw blood splatter on the hand that he had raised to cover his cough, ‘That isn’t good’.

“Lance?  Where are you?” Keith shouted.

“Lance?  Speak to me buddy!” Shiro called over the top of him, “What happened?”

“Cr-crashed. Blue.  Down.  H-hurt,” he managed before another coughing fit erupted and this time he could see that his entire hand was now covered in blood.  ‘Great, now I have internal bleeding to worry about!’

“Where are you?” he could hear Shiro calling, “I can’t find Blue’s locator beacon!”

Lance rested his head back against the wall fighting a spell of light headedness, “No power,” he croaked out.

“I need to give me something to go off to find you Lance,” Shiro called.  Lance could tell he was starting pass out and bit his lip to stay awake.



“Lance?” Hunk called joining the conversation.

“Hunk I need you, Pidge and Keith to finish up here.  I am going to find Lance.  Princess can you and Coran please ready a pod?  I think Lance is pretty beat up,” Shiro rattled off as Lance tried to stay conscious.

“O-ok,” Hunk said hesitantly.

“Rodger,” Pidge called, “Come on Keith, the sooner we kick these guy’s asses the sooner we can help Lance!”  Lance didn’t hear Keith’s response as he passed out from the pain that was growing throughout his body.  

He dreamt of home, his mother’s smile, his father’s booming laugh, the screams and shrieks of his brothers and sisters.  


He opened his eyes and was back in the cockpit, his body aching and the sounds of battle raging in his head.  He could hear Shiro call for him, getting more frantic with each call.

“Present,” he replied with a weak smile at his joke before coughing again.

“Come on buddy, keep talking to me ok?”

“W-what about?” he asked as he felt his strength draining as he watched the blood pooling around him from his multiple injuries and could feel his lungs starting to fill with blood. ‘Is this how I am going to die?’ he thought as a sudden chill racked his entire body and he thought it odd that it didn’t hurt anymore.

“How are you feeling?”

“Cold.  S-Shiro I, I can’t feel the p-pain anymore,” he admitted. He didn’t want to die and he knew that it was a big possibility at this point in time.

“Lance, focus!  I am almost there!  I can see Blue!  Oh god.”

He had never head Shiro this scared before, did it really look that bad from out there?  He could feel his chest getting heavier with the fluid building up and it was getting harder to breathe.  It was ironic that he was the Guardian Spirit of Water and that he was probably going to die by drowning.  He chuckled which turned into another coughing fit, he wondered if the blood he was coughing up was affecting the levels in his lungs.

The ground shook suddenly and Lance saw the bone that was still protruding from his leg move in the opposite direction to his foot and knew that it should be causing him immense pain but all he could do was sit there in sick fascination at the sight.  

“FUCK!  LANCE!” Lance shifted his focus to the movement in the doorway to the cockpit.  It was Shiro, he had found him.

“H-hey S-Shiro. W-what took you s-so long?” he said in a barely audible voice.

“Hang on Lance, I am going to get you out of here!” he heard Shiro call as he passed out again.

Lance stood on a beach, it wasn’t his beach but it was so similar, the same white sand, the crystal blue water but there wasn’t another person, or alien, around.  He started walking parallel to the ocean, sometimes letting the cool water wash over his bare feet, he looked down and saw that he was in a light blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and cream dress pants also rolled up.  He smiled, if he was going to die at least he was dying in style.

He thought back over his life, what had he really accomplished in the few years that he had lived?  He had helped his parent’s raise the zoo that was his family, he had been accepted into the Garrison, he had been shot off into space in a magical lion and he had fought in an intergalactic war that didn’t seem to be ending.  

He stopped walking as he realised that his family would never know what happened to him, sure the Garrison probably told them some cover story, how were they to know what had really happened, but when he never returned, how long would it take for his family to lose hope?  

He realised that there was something that hurt even more than never seeing his family back on Earth, his new family, Allura, Coran, Shiro, Hunk, Pidge and Keith.  He would never get to see them again, he wouldn’t be able to sit with Allura braiding her hair with the mice as she told him about her father and the places she had seen as a child, he wouldn’t be able to chat with Coran as they cleaned the different areas of the castle and they would play a game of pick the lie where Coran would tell him outrageous stories of Altea and Lance would have to decipher which ones were real, he wouldn’t be able to sit with Shiro on the viewing deck and watch the stars in peace, he wouldn’t be able to get into trouble with Hunk or eat his amazing creations, he wouldn’t be able to sit with Pidge as she worked on her latest project or help her in deciphering the latest intel she had found on her family.

But hurt even more was the thought of never being able to train with Keith or curl up with him and watch a movie from the limited list they had managed to bring with them on Pidge’s laptop.  He wouldn’t be able to dance with him and watch Keith stumble over the simplest steps, he wouldn’t be able to watch him blush as Lance complimented him, he wouldn’t be able to run his fingers through that thick mane of hair as they lay in bed together talking about their past and future and he wouldn’t be able to kiss him anymore.

Lance dropped to the ground and let the water rush over him as the tears fell down and Lance screamed in pain as all the emotions exploded out, anger, hurt, fear, loneliness and so many more that he couldn’t name.  He sat there for what seemed like an eternity crying to himself when abruptly he felt a sharp shock explode through his body, throwing him to the ground fully.

Before he could take a breath the sensation hit him again and he swore he heard someone call his name but the sound was faint and was gone in an instant.  His limbs were tingling as his heart started racing, what was happening to him?  What this it? Was this what happened when people died? If so then this sucks and they should put a warning out to everyone, you don’t get a free ride to heaven or wherever you go, you have to deal with a shit load of pain before they let you through the pearly white gates.


There is was again, that voice!  It was stronger this time and now he could recognise the person calling him, “Keith?” he called.  If Keith had died as well he was going to kill that boy, it was bad enough that Lance was dead but if they lost Keith as well then he didn’t know if they would truly recover from losing the two best things that had ever happened to them, in his own opinion.


Why would he need to breathe?  He was dead, wasn’t he?  He frowned as he noticed that his chest was getting sore, why would that be happening?  He suddenly took a deep breath and his eyes flew open revealing a stark white room with a loud beeping sound constantly ringing in his ears.

He could hear someone crying close by and he hurt all over but before he could make a sound he felt his body convulsing again as he tried to bring up all the fluids that had built up in his lungs.  Someone’s hands gently tilted his body so he was lying on his side on a cold bench as it felt like he was coughing up a lung, which was quite possible.  

Once his body had finished expelling as much of the liquid as possible he was able to draw a breath without feeling like he was drowning.  He wheezed through fire in his throat, trying to gage what had actually happened, he had just been on a deserted beach preparing for death and now he was in what looked like the med bay of castle hacking up a lung.


“Welcome back to the land of the living Lance,” he heard Hunk say from somewhere out of his line of sight.

“You gave us quite a shock young paladin,” Coran added.

“You died.”  

Keith!  That was Keith’s voice!  Lance struggled to raise his head to look for him but was saved the effort when his boyfriend crouched down in front of him with a strained look.

“You promised you wouldn’t die on me.  You broke your promise Lance.”

Lance hated seeing that look of agony on Keith’s face and tried to smile, “I’m still here aren’t I?” he asked weakly, “So technically I didn’t break my promise.”

“Doesn’t matter, you still died.  We had to bring you back!” Keith growled, “You are lucky that Coran and Allura had something similar to defib pads here or you wouldn’t be there right now!”

“How about we get you into a healing pod before you two start making out again?” Shiro asked with a relieved look and stooped to pick Lance up.  Lance cried out as the rest of his injuries made themselves known again and he heard Shiro’s apology but couldn’t focus on anything but Keith.

“I’ll be here when you wake up,” Keith said as Lance felt the familiar cold air of the healing pod envelope him.

“I love you,” Lance called softly and smirked as he saw Keith’s shocked reaction as he closed his eyes and slept.

You, little human. Part. II – Derek Hale x Reader

Summary: Focused on season 3A of Teen Wolf. I’ll play with the way the pack discovers who Darach is. In this imagine, the Reader is twin sister of Stiles Stilinski, belongs to the same social circle that he, except for the detail that she knows nothing of the supernatural creatures, mainly to protect her. The Reader has a crush on Derek Hale.

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Reader’s point of view

Don’t miss Part. I

Your name: submit What is this?

The only thing that asked me at the moment, What the hell happened to me? Or how many times did Stiles pass the Jeep over me? It hurt to the last bone in my body. I was between sleep and consciousness, I could hear footsteps around me, whispers but my mind was lost again in that dark forest that accompanied me every night while I slept, or tried. I was on the ground, I couldn’t feel the grass under my hands but when I looked up I met those red eyes again, looked back fiercely as they slowly grew larger. Suddenly, the clouds dissipated and they let the full moon, which, like its luminosity, allowed me to see the owner of those eyepieces. I didn’t say anything when Miss Blake’s silhouette formed, but her eyes were no longer red, yet the sharp look was still there as her hands, strangely clawlike, were thrown against my neck.

I didn’t realize I was screaming until a powerful hands held me by the shoulders. I opened my eyes quickly and look every inch of the place where I had finished. We were no longer in high school. I struggled to identify the new site more, however, my eyes clashed with those of Derek, the owner of those hands on my shoulders. I also didn’t realize when I sat in what appeared to be a bed, too comfortable to be the floor or a sofa. I relaxed just a little.

“Are you sure my sister is not … that thing that is Lydia?”

My glance quickly returned to Stiles’s voice, who pretended to scratch his ear. But how heavy, i hadn’t screamed so loudly, had i? Beside he, was Lydia who rolled her eyes and shook her head, then came up to me with a glass of water, I accepted it without knowing what the hell happened after seeing those black veins in Derek’s arm.

“What happened?” I asked, looking at the crystalline liquid in the glass.

They were silent for a long time.

“It’s a long story,” Derek commented, removing his hands from me. My stomach contracted with his touch.

“You can start with … the thing that you are.” I pursed my lips and looked at Stiles who looked more uneasy now. “Miss Blake mentioned something about Scott’s pack.” I looked at the three who were there with me.

Lydia and Derek exchanged glances.

“Seriously, it’s a very long story, little sister.” Stiles approached. “Derek is a werewolf … a bad werewolf.” This one looked at him without a smile. “Scott was converted by Derek’s uncle who is hanging around, Cora is also a werewolf. Derek became an alpha when he killed Peter, his uncle” Lydia rolled her eyes, again "And I’m  the mastermind behind these puppies ”

I tried to assimilate the tangled and confusing information that my brother gave me, i knew him, knew his entanglements and that was almost lousy explaining, but I was left alone to know who were werewolves.

“Derek killed his uncle … but he’s still alive?” I mumbled.

“Long story” Stiles and Derek responded at the same time.

Really? I was beginning to hate that phrase.

“I think that was my fault,” Lydia said, pursing her lips.

 "Isaac is also a werewolf.“ I looked nowhere in particular.

"Converted by Derek,” my brother said. The man nodded.

I also did it and I began to remember when it was the exact moment when Isaac began to change his attitude, he looked confident but at the same time nervous, also, from one day to another began to look like the typical bad boy, but Is Isaac it? There was nothing left for him. I also remembered the moments when Scott and Stiles looked attentive in his presence, as if they were waiting for him to launch into someone’s throat. Then two other people covered my mind.

“If Isaac is a werewolf, then …” My eyes only stopped at Derek “Erika and Boyd” Only a few days after the death of the latter “They were …” Der looked down and nodded “They didn’t die in an accident , did they?”

Stiles put a hand on Derek’s shoulder, if Isaac was converted by Derek then the other two too, they were his “pack”  I pursed my lips, watching the werewolf’s countenance, seemed hurt, restless, suffering, although this last thing I noticed in the day to day of him. I knew his story, it was no joke that of being friends, somehow managed to come to trust me, at least not as much as I thought. There was still the issue that I have been hiding this from since I don’t know how much.

"Why didn’t  you tell me about this?”

“For your protection,” Stiles answered. This time I noticed his duller look. “We wanted you to be out of this, to lead a normal life, even if you said it was boring, but at least you were safe”

“Did we want to?”

Stiles looked at Derek, there was the other reason why I keep ignorant.

“I wasn’t so safe considering that Jennifer took me to high school with lies” I bit my lip remembering that little nightmare in the classroom, where I thought it was a simple outburst of jealousy by that mad woman. Then she is also something  "She said that only Stiles was human"  I looked at the redhead  "Lydia?“

"She is something”, answered my brother again.

Lydia licked her lips and hesitated.

“I’m a … banshee”

I looked at her, a what? How many supernatural creatures existed in Beacon Hills? Would a clan of vampires find me? In that case I could have my own vampire movie, except that in this issue, I would probably stay with the werewolf. I shook my head and turned back to my twin.

“Does Dad know about all this?” My brother’s eyes went out again, I even noticed that he got moistened, but what? No. My heart started beating in a hurry, not my dad “Stiles?” I trembled, “What happened?”

“We think Jennifer captured him, we don’t know where he is” This time it was Lydia who responded. I felt a lump in my throat.

“And Derek literally slept with the enemy,” my brother said.

“Stiles!” Exclaimed Derek. I looked away.

“Then … you told me these last days that he would be late and left very early in the morning … never got home, Stiles.” My eyes filled with tears. My father, they didn’t know where he was, much less if he was well.

“I wanted to protect you, he didn’t want you to know the truth either”

“God” I hugged my knees and hid my face between them. I was beginning to feel dizzy. It was too much to assimilate, too much to live for, and not only that, my dad was kidnapped and I didn’t even know if he was still breathing or not. How long had Stiles thought I would keep under that deception? At some point I had to realize.

“Stiles” I heard Derek. The rest of them were surely exchanged in silence.

“We’re going to wait for Scott.” I heard Lydia’s voice, then her steps away.

I knew that in the loft, which was where I finally discovered that I was, only Derek and I remained. I was sitting on his bed, honestly, I didn’t expect to end up here like that, not with so much to understand and discover.


“Why?” I raised my eyes full of tears to him.

“Protection, remember it”

“No, why my father?”

Derek grimaced and put his hand on one of my arms. To say that I was comforted by his touch was a lie, but right now I just had to stay here and listen to everything he had to say, besides, I felt that there was a lot of what he and I had to talk about, and not precisely about the subject Of the werewolves.

“You were dating her, right?” Derek nodded “Oh”

“I didn’t know she was something … in your unconsciousness, Scott and Stiles told me what they know”

“I don’t worry about that”

Derek shrugged. Yes, I wanted it to be more explicit.

“why her? Der, you know my feelings for you”

“Y/N, I’m much older than you. We can’t”

I went a little closer to him, my inner jumped because at no time he pulled away or stopped me. I smiled halfway.

“Just a few years. Why do you break my heart? ”

“It wasn’t my intention.” He looked into my eyes. His blue ones fascinated me, I couldn’t stop seeing them once I was with them. “I thought, being with you would put you in more danger. It was better when you didn’t know anything ”

“Why?” Would he rather have me in ignorance so as not to deal with my feelings? Now if I’m going to vomit “Would you get rid of me easily?”

He smiled, as he rarely does.

“Not exactly.” His hand rose to caress my cheek. I sighed “With you I started to feel less … alone. You have always been there to listen to me even though I couldn’t tell you everything about me, you conformed to what you knew ” I shook my head “Believe me, not a pack of ten werewolves would make me feel less alone, as you have done ”

“What does that mean?”

“That I fell in love with you, Y/N, but I couldn’t have you by my side, not with all that entails. As Stiles said, you deserve to live a normal life”

“And boring. I hate that” I complained “But, now I am in your world, you can do nothing, Derek, unless you know to erase the memory”

Another smile … and a laugh. I also smile. Derek nodded and pressed his lips against mine, how many times had i imagined this? Uncountable, it felt like an eternity to have waited for this moment. His lips against mine, age no longer mattered, nor were we different species, none of that interested me, I was in love with Derek Hale, not the werewolf. But the situation didn’t allow us to arrive at more, I mean, we wouldn’t sit down to see Netflix or we would go through the streets announcing that at last we were together. Knowing certain things now brought new responsibilities and even if they didn’t want it, perhaps i was about to belong to his pack. I could help, somehow.

The loft doors opened with haste we barely allowed and we parted.

“Bad time,” my brother exclaimed, looking away. I blushed “And I say it for you, not for us”

“She’s on her way, I heard her,” Scott said. Derek stood up and helped me do it too.

“I know what to do, go.” Stiles and Scott went to hide in a corner. I didn’t see Lydia anywhere “Hide it, you’ll be fine”

She? Was Jennifer Blake back? I nodded quickly and ran behind the stairs, because it was night and the dim lighting around us, lent itself to a good hiding place. I only fought the tremors of my body and my breathing. That I knew all this was just scary and then, Derek alone in the middle of the loft without support apparently, I was going crazy, if that woman was something, then it became a danger. For all of us. Suddenly the werewolf moved toward the stairs, Without taking a look to me, hiding in the dark. I held my breath and the temptation to touch him. I hid a little more in the night.

The loft doors opened. My heart pounded a little faster.

“Derek.” Her voice pierced my ears. “Derek, where are you?” I spotted her in the middle of the room looking around, for a second I feared she might find me, or my brother and his best friend.

Derek stepped out of the shadows and I had to fight not to jump on him, it was too much for me to see him alone with her and not because she was a supposed rival, but because she was the enemy, my father’s alleged kidnapper. I covered my mouth when she hugged him … and he returned the hug. From where I was alone I could see part of the silhouette of her, because Derek’s back covered almost the whole scene.

Jennifer said something that had happened in high school, my attack of course, so I understood. She had never seen Derek in the hallway helping me. She didn’t know that he was already aware of what he had done and that she was the enemy they were looking for. I bit my lip.

She let go of the embrace and looked around, I was afraid she realized that they weren’t the only two in that place. I feared to spoil everything, but her eyes connected again with his.

“I need to tell you something before you hear it for someone else.” What? Was she going to confess what she did to me?

“From whom?” I loved the way Derek fooled her. I smiled halfway.

“Scott and Stiles. They are going to tell you things … things you shouldn’t believe. You have to trust me, you have to trust me”

I looked to one side, where I supposed the other two were hidden. What would they be thinking? Of course the three of them already had a plan I knew nothing about, my collaboration here was to keep myself hidden as a damsel in distress. Awful.

“What is it?”

“Promise me to listen to me.” I rolled my eyes, how could anyone be so fake?

“I promise.” My heart skipped a beat just to hear those words.

But what almost made me scream is when she kissed him. I couldn’t see if it was matched or not but I had to cling to one of the edges of the stairs to avoid ruining the whole plan. So I just swallowed the lump in my throat and waited there, full of impotence. Then the kiss was over and she walked away with a different face.

“They’re here, aren’t they?” Her voice had deepened. Hell, she’d discovered the plan, though i didn’t know exactly what it was.

I heard footsteps, I went a little closer to them without getting out of the darkness that protected me. I got to see Scott and Stiles, the latter seemed to have tears on his cheeks. I knew what he was thinking and soon the tears also reached my eyes.

“We told her that you’re the only one killing people,” Scott exclaimed.

Jennifer turned and smiled, just as she had smiled when she cornered me in the classroom.

“Oh true, human sacrifices cutting their throats,” she said sarcastically. “Yes, I probably did it on my lunch break, considering the rest of my time was spent in a classroom teaching you English. That makes a lot of sense!

I rolled my eyes.

Where is my dad?

"Where’s my dad?” I thought about it and my brother said it. More tears came from my eyes.

“How should I know?” She turned to Derek. “Tell me you don’t believe in this.” Again the honeyed tone.

The silence that made me terrified, why Derek didn’t respond? Why didn’t he tell her that he didn’t trust her? Was he hesitating? I hated not being able to see his countenance.

“Do you know what happened to Stiles’s father?” He replied in response.

I closed my eyes, I would have liked to know where my dad was, and whether he was right or not. I would have liked myself to have Jennifer talk, she couldn’t mess with my family, I couldn’t lose my father, I couldn’t stand it. I heard voices, as they continued to argue, as she tried to become the martyr, I heard the mention of Lydia, so she did something to her too. I sighed. I was beginning to get dizzy, I needed to know already that my father was perfectly well.

“… And one that they can’t prove, by the way” I returned to the present.

Jennifer was looking at my friends with threats. Did she seriously plan on remaining the innocent and victim of this? He had bruises that proved the opposite.

“What if we can?” I looked at Scott, holding a jar in front of him.

“What is that?” Jennifer asked, as did my mind.

Scott explained that it was a powder she could use, that his boss had given him … Deaton? Did he also know about this? And that same dust could be used against her.


She barely gave time to ask when Scott threw that powder at her. Derek stepped back to allow me a clear vision of the woman who in seconds became something I had to cover my mouth to avoid shouting, But what the hell was that? Then she returned to the human form. I slammed my back against the ladder. Jennifer looked at Derek for a few seconds before attempting to escape but he caught her. I let out a gasp, Stiles and Scott took a step forward.

“Wait, Derek, you need me.” I heard Jennifer. “I’m the only one who can save your sister. Call Peter. "Derek obeyed but I couldn’t hear what he was talking about with this Peter, his voice was too low for the distance I was in. I started to shake, what if he killed Jennifer?

"Derek, what are you doing?” Scott sounded terrified.

“Her life is in my hands!” She groaned.

I noticed Derek lifting her, making the grip even harder.

“Stop, Derek, stop.” I heard Stiles.

That was the moment I decided to leave. I bumped into Derek’s back and rested my hands there, he realized but it didn’t help.

“She knows where my father is … please, Derek … stop.” He didn’t loosen his hand. I stood beside him and placed mine on his arm.

“You’ll never find Stilinski.” She gasped.

“Please” I begged in a broken voice “I can’t lose my father”

“Derek,” Scott and I exclaimed in unison.

Derek let go of Jennifer who collapsed on the floor and pulled me out of the way. I started crying with my hands on my chest, all this was worse than my nightmare, I preferred to be in there instead of this place.

Jennifer started laughing and looked at us all, finishing her eyes on me.

“It’s true, you need me” She looked back at Derek and then at my friends “You all need me” He turned her eyes to mine “And you too, little human”

“Go!” Exclaimed Derek. “We’ll find us there”

I was only aware when Scott took Jennifer’s arm, after which I was caught by Derek’s arms and chest.


anonymous asked:

your imagines are actually so good omg I legit check your blog every day to see if you've updated!! I was wondering if it's not too much trouble could you do an Alex imagine where like the reader is super stressed about school because everyone has high expectations for them but top boyfriend Alex is super cute and calming about it or something like that idk?? Thank you!! <3

I can relate to this so much and I’m sure a lot of you can too, so I hope you like! (Also it makes me so happy that you guys like my writing so much honestly I never expected this kind of following haha) ~

905 words, Alex Standall/reader

You were about as close to hurling your revision guide across your bedroom as your idling hand held your pencil from the paper. You’d always been top of the class, or close enough, so people automatically started saying how great you were going to do when the tests rolled around. It made you feel so anxious that you were the designated person to do well, so worried that you’d let down everyone if you dropped even by a bit. 

You studied hard, barely slept, and had gotten into a fair amount of stress. Alex, your thankfully supportive boyfriend who didn’t care what marks you got, so long as you always made time for yourself; which, of course, you barely did.

Being close to tears when he called that evening (beating yourself up that you kept zoning out through your chemistry revision) you didn’t want to answer the phone and let him know how worked up you were but at the same time, you needed to hear his voice to comfort you.

You shakily pressed ‘accept’.

“Hey Alex, now’s not a good time,”

“Why? You studying?”

“Yeah, actually, I kinda need to get back,” as much as you wanted relief from revision you felt like you couldn’t draw yourself away from it. You had to keep up the reputation of having good marks. You had to.

“No, you don’t. This is as good a time as any, take a break from the books. I’ll be at the park in like ten minutes.” You sighed, thankful that you did have an excuse to close the guide. 

“Alright Standall, I’ll be there.” 

“Hell yeah you will, see you soon y/n,” he hung up, obviously satisfied that he’d persuaded you to choose him over your normal use of your endless nights. 

You saw his bleach-blond hair against the deep navy summer sky, he was leaning against the gate around the park, spinning his phone between a finger and thumb. Smiling when you saw each other you ran over to hug him. Alex kissed your temples and played with the hair that came down to where his hands were placed around you. 

“What were you wasting your time on tonight?” 

“Alex, come on, it’s hardly a waste if I’m gonna do good for myself,” you argued, even though you both knew it wasn’t really for yourself anymore. You knew you could drop a few places and still be the breadwinner in life. “It was chemistry.” 

“Ah, how amazingly fun. Surely more fun than running around town with your boyfriend?” 

“Definitely not.” you were still smiling in his presence but got the overwhelming urge to cry, eyes stinging and nose prickling with that feeling you get before the tears come. Making a mistake, you wiped at your eyes to get rid of the slight dampness, getting him to notice. 

“What’s wrong? Why’re you upset?” he stood before you having to bend slightly at his hips to make sure he was looking you in the eyes and not down on you. You brought your hands away from your face to wrap them around yourself, letting your face twist with the small sniffles and sobs, feeling your cheeks become the rocks behind a waterfall. Was it stupid that you were crying this much over school stress? Not at all, any person would tell you that - but you couldn’t tell yourself. 

“I’m - it’s so stupid to get so weak about this - it’s all too much, baby, the stress, the expectations, I can’t let everyone down by-by failing my exams and-” sometimes you managed to suppress what you were really feeling and just go on with what you needed to do; however, when you got down to thinking about it… this happens. 

“It’s not stupid, not at all. And you’re not stupid for wanting good grades or whatever, but there are so many more important things. Step away from the school environment, god knows we have enough of it. Live your life, you’ll be tied down soon enough,” 

“That’s comforting,”

“It’s honest, y/n. That’s why I try to coax you out of your room all the time, I want you with me. No one cares if you get second, or even last. Most of all, I really don’t care what you do, as long as it’s not making you do, well, this.” he gestured to your puffy face, the tears drying up at his words. “You’re gonna have to work until you’re nearly dead - and right now, you’re alive. Fully alive, and I’m here to live this life with you.” He straightened up, grabbing your arms away from your chest and holding them in his. You both giggled when he swung your arms from side to side, taking in the warm summer breeze and the near-quiet air around you, only broken by the sounds of nature around you. 

It was nice out here, Alex by your side, fresh air inflating your young lungs instead of the stale, stuffiness of your room/second classroom. You barely got out without the help of your boyfriend. 

“I’m ready to live life with you, too, Alex,” 

“I’m glad to hear that. First step of being a normal teenager - break a couple, if not all, of the rules,”

“I think I’m cool with that,” you grinned, allowing him to let go of one of your hands and lead you further into the woods surrounding the park.

Request: Something Different (Reader x Twilight)

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You were a mutation.
Some were surprised whilst others felt threatened. Many were curious about about you but Carlisle was not surprised in the slightest. Mutations of cells occur all the time.
It’s the physical changes that are startling. 

You were changed but your heart beats making your blood more appealing to vampire kind. You’re body was fully functional- you could have children.
The only differences to a human was your skin tone, agility, sparkling in the sun light. All vampire traits. 

Over time, it became evident of appealing your blood was to all vampires. The two who had the easiest time was Edward- due to his rigid ways.
He had a human girlfriend and so his careful, rigid ways acted made him very self controlled around you.
Carlisle had the same reasoning he could handle blood so well. Practice. This made him able to be around you. Whilst it was a tad more challenging than human blood, it was still able to be done.
Of course you caught the Volturi’s attention. Aro gleamed with excitement at how many new things you brought to the table. When he took your hand he saw everything but there was a twist. 

You saw things with a filter of vibrant colour.
Brighter than a vampire would yet your sight wasn’t clear. It was better than a humans but not like a vampires. During the night there was a bluish purple filter over everything. It was remarkable. Even seeing your thoughts on him in that moment, astounded him.
“Magnifico…” He had said in awe. It lead to questions that frightened you. Could you be allowed to live?

It took years for the Volturi to trust you. They reluctantly let you go but kept tabs on you very frequently.

Imagine Chris being there for you through it all.

A/N: This is a request from @brobrobreja, I don’t know if this helps. I mean- I cried writing this so I’m sorry if this makes you sadder, I just- it’s a really tough situation. Sending so much love your way. X

You swore time stood still when the words “acute myeloid leukemia” left your oncologist’s lips. Your mouth became dry and your heart started to beat in your ears; voices and background noises merged into a deafening buzz that somehow repeated one sentence, “you have cancer.” You couldn’t believe it- you didn’t want to believe it. You didn’t understand how what you’d thought was a really bad cold could turn out to be blood cancer. You thought because you were sick that it was normal: to feel tired, to have a fever, to get night sweats, to have reoccurring nose bleeds, to throw up, to lose weight, to have your bones and joints ache despite your use of pain killers. You didn’t think anything of it because you didn’t want to think anything of it; you knew something was wrong but you were too afraid to admit it, and as it turned out- you had every right to be afraid.

Your husband, Chris, was the reason you finally decide to go to the hospital. You were getting weaker with each passing day, and your pain was only just beginning. Today you couldn’t even get out of bed, which was the last straw for Chris; he forced you into his car and drove you to the hospital. The two of you met with a GP who took one look at you and your list of symptoms and sent you to their resident oncologist on the fifth floor. You sat in the waiting room with Chris, who held your freezing hand the entire time. He tried to reassure you, repeating the sentences that would usually rid you of your angst: “It’s going to be okay, sweetheart.”, “We’re just overthinking again.”, “I’m sure it’s nothing.” Usually they worked, but not this time. You knew it wasn’t going to be okay; you weren’t overthinking again; and it was definitely something. You could feel it everywhere: your gut, your heart, your mind, and your soul; it wasn’t just the numbing pain talking, it was every inch of your being.

“Hey,” Chris gently squeezed your hand, bringing you back into the room. You managed a small smile as you ignored the tears blurring your vision; it wasn’t you you were worried about, it was your husband. Death was going to be easy, but surviving a death wasn’t. “Did you hear what Dr. Michaels said?” He tried to keep his voice as calm as possible. “There are a lot of treatments you can undergo, okay? We’ve got um-” he glanced at Dr. Michaels who looked heartbroken for the both of you, “chemotherapy and biological therapy and target therapy and radiation-” He stopped himself when he heard his voice break. “There’s a chance for recovery, Y/N.”

“I know,” you nodded, squeezing his hand as tightly as your weak body could. “Don’t you worry, I’m going to do whatever it takes to fight this.” Chris broke down when you said that, burying his head in your lap. He wanted to be strong for you, but he couldn’t right now. You were so young and you had so much left to do with your life; he couldn’t lose you, you couldn’t leave him. “It’s okay, baby.” You kissed the top of his head, whispering into his hair. “I’m going to be okay, I promise.”

After that day, Chris never cried in front of you again. He promised himself he’d keep it together because you didn’t need to take care of him, he needed to take care of you. He stayed incredibly positive, reminding you every day that recovery was possible and it was- especially since they detected your cancer in its early stages. Acute leukemia was the kind of cancer that needed to be treated as soon as it was diagnosed, as were most cancers. The goal of treatment was inducing a remission which was an absence of leukemia cells in the body, that came with a lot of chemotherapy; pills, catheter- whatever form of inserting the drugs into you, you did. It exhausted you physically, mentally, and psychologically. You spent most of your time at either the hospital or the dialysis clinic with Chris, of course, who put his entire career on hold.

You didn’t want him to; you wanted him to go to Atlanta and film ‘Infinity War’; you wanted him to live his life like his wife’s wasn’t on the line. But of course, he wouldn’t because he couldn’t. As much as he wanted to keep you happy, he couldn’t agree to such a ridiculous request. Even if he were to agree, just to appease you, Marvel wouldn’t have allowed him on set. You’d been married to Chris for five years now, everyone he knew and everyone he’d worked with knew you too. They also knew you needed Chris in such a trying time, whether or not you were willing to admit it- you needed the love of your life by your side. So Kevin promised Chris they could postpone the filming schedule for as long as he needed, or at least until things weren’t so raw and fresh. You’d tried to argue against it, stating there was no point in him suffering with you, but he wouldn’t have any of it. He even reminded you of your wedding vows- for better or for worst, and in sickness and in health- which shut you up.

“Do you want some te-” Chris cut himself off when he saw you asleep on the couch with Dodger watching over you. He sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, walking over to carefully readjust you and your blanket. “I’m not hurting her, bud.” He reassured Dodger, who growled slightly. “I’m just…” He trailed off, sighing again at the sight of your weary face. “What are we going to do, Dodger?” He looked over at his pup, chuckling with limited humor as he wept. He tried to stop himself from completely breaking down, but he couldn’t. “I feel so fucking useless. Tea?” He almost laughed at how ridiculous he sounded. “I’m offering her fucking tea when she’s-” he buried his face in his hands. “Oh God, why did it have to be her?” He cried into his hands. “She doesn’t deserve this, no one does.”

Chris cried for a little while then wiped his face with his t-shirt before leaving you to rest. He headed for his laptop where had several articles about leukemia and treatment plans and statistics of recovery. Things may have looked bleak, but it didn’t stop him from giving up hope. If there was a chance, there was a way. If you were willing to fight, so was he. You were stronger than anyone he’d ever known, and if anyone were to beat any shitty illness- it was you. You could do it, he could feel it as sure as you could feel the pain in your bones. Your treatment was going to induce remission, and you were going to recover, and the two of you were going to start a family and live happily ever after. Chris could picture the whole thing, he could see his future with you and there wasn’t a black cloud in sight. As long as the two of you stuck together, fought together, and stay positive together- things were going to be okay.

“Chris,” Chris heard your weak voice call for him and he poked his head around the corner. You were sitting up with a hand over your mouth, which meant only one thing. He quickly rushed over with a box of tissues and a bin so you could throw up. He held your hair back for you and gently rubbed your back as you threw up water and bile because you were too weak to eat any proper foods. You started crying as he cleaned your mouth for you, pushing his hand away and burying your head in yours. “I’m sorry,” you sobbed.

“Don’t apologize,” he shook his head, putting the bin aside so he could hold you. You melted into his arms and for a second, you almost forgot about everything. “Baby, this is not your fault. You’re doing everything you can, okay? You have nothing to be sorry for, do you understand me?” You managed a nod as you continued to cry. “I know how difficult it is right now, but you are going to get better. You just to believe because the mind is so much stronger than the body, and you have one of the strongest minds I’ve ever come across.”

“What if it’s not enough?”

“It is,” he assured you. “Believe me, it is. We’re going to spend the rest of our lives together,” he cupped your face in his hands and brushed away your tears, smiling. “I’m not letting you go anywhere, you hear? You’re stuck with me, Y/N, whether you like it or not.” You managed to laugh despite how utterly lost and broken you felt. “You’re going to get better,” he repeated. “Things are going to look up, I promise. You just need to keep fighting, baby. Can you do that?”

You nodded, managing a light chuckle. “I can do this all day,” you quoted Captain America’s most popular line and drew a genuine, heartfelt laugh from Chris. He brushed away the remainder of your tears then kissed your lips. Yes, things were bad right now, but he’d no doubt it was going to get better real soon. With a character as tough as yours, not even leukemia could keep you down.

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Request- Jealous Much?

“What the- Moose, you can’t just take my fries like that!” You yelled at your longtime best friend.
“Sorry Y/N, it’s just, if I order some I’d have to wait. So I figured why wait for my own fries when I can take yours?” He said, trying to justify his treachery.
“Why must you wound me so, Elk,” you mocked him.
“Rude, I thought you were gonna help me with my English homework, not make fun of me,” he whined.
“Oh, alright, Buck, read me what you got,” you said.
“Reading this paper will teach you that,” Moose started, but was interrupted by Reggie.
“Now what kind of study session involves so much food? And so much concentration?” Reggie asked.
“Come on, Reg, I’m trying to get a good grade on this paper. If I don’t I can’t play,” Moose said.
“It seems you must be really desperate to get her to help you. You usually only ask her when you really really need the help,” Reggie said.
“Well, based on the beginning of his paper’s sentence, he’s gonna need the help,” you said. “Now run along, Reggie, we have stuff to do.”
“Aw, i wanted to stay longer,” Reggie pouted. He couldn’t help it. Reggie didn’t want to leave you alone with Moose. Even if you and Moose have been friends for the past 12 years, he couldn’t possibly let you two have any sort of relationship outside of friendship.
“Fine you can stay, but find something to work on,” you said. His heart swelled at that.
Over the next few hours he enjoyed himself in your presence, but there was a pit of jealousy swirling in his stomach. And it was getting ready to spill.
“Bye, Y/N, thanks for the help. I’ll see you two tomorrow,” Moose said walking out of Pop’s.
“Now why are you so quiet, Mantle?” Y/N asked.
“No reason,” Reggie replied.
“Oh come on, something has to be wrong if you’re pouting like that. Spill your innards, now,” you demanded.
“Why do you and him hang out so much? Is there something going on between you two?” Reggie nearly shouted.
“What? Oh, God, no. Why? Are you jealous?” You quickly responded.
“Yeah, I am. Is there anything wrong with that?” Reggie asked.
“I mean, do you have a crush on me? Or, do you have a crush on Moose? Oh my, God, you’re in love with Moose. I knew it! Cheryl owes me five bucks,” you spewed.
“What? No! I’m not in love with Moose, Y/N, I’m in love with you,” Reggie spilled.
“Oh, my, um. Thank you? I like you, a lot, but I’m gonna need some deep dark secrets and more time with you for it to be love,” you quickly said back.
“Well that’s it then! Sleepover at mine. We’ll spill our darkest secrets, have a pillow fight, braid each other’s hair, and have a deep deep talk,” Reggie suggested sarcastically.
“As much as I’d love to take you up on that offer, it’s a school night. Maybe next Saturday? Until then, how about we go on a date?” You said seriously.
“I’m down for that,” Reggie agreed. “Lets go on that date.”

Pissed Sidon
  • I just saw the hidden cutescene if you skip the path leading to the Domain and saw Sidon really annoyed because you entered at his house like a random dude. I think the pissed Sidon is hot......I wanna write something about Sidon annoyed and very jealous! Sorry homeworks but I have to write an one shot with sexy angry Sidon!

you call it hope, it is but agony of desire

by Anonymous 

Louis has had a crush on Harry for the longest time, but when he stumbles upon the Mirror of Erised, he’s still surprised at what he finds reflected back at him. When they finally meet, it doesn’t seem like it’s meant to be, but after a little help in a stressful situation, maybe Louis could re-evaluate.

A story where Louis and Harry are meant to be, there’s more pets, and an unrequited crush turns into a blossoming new love.

Remember to leave kudos and comments, it costs nothing and means a lot the author! 

Harry Styles.

N/A: Oi amoras! Tudo bom? Espero que sim. Então, esse imagine não é meu é desse tumblr gringo aqui: harry-writings, ele é incrível. 

P.S: Deixando claro aqui que conversei com a dona do blog e ela deixou que eu postasse os imagines dela aqui. 

Boa leitura!

·         Sempre vou te salvar.

Tranquei a porta da frente do restaurante, cantarolando junto com a melodia suave que saia de fones de ouvido. Deixei a chave em minha bolsa, e fiz o meu caminho até o ponto para esperar por um táxi. Normalmente Harry viria me buscar, mas ele está cansado por gravar e escrever muito ultimamente, e eu não queria que ele se cansasse mais.  

Mexia minha cabeça no ritmo da música quando passei por alguns caras perto do parque, eles não pareciam perigosos, então eu decidi cortar caminho por eles.

“Desculpe.” Eu sussurro sorrindo quando esbarro em um deles.

“Ei, ei, ei. O que temos aqui?” Pergunta um dos caras, vindo em minha direção.

Eu dei um passo para trás, mantendo meu olhar no chão enquanto eu balanço a cabeça. Harry sempre me disse que se os paparazzi ficassem no meu caminho, simplesmente era para eu ignorá-los. Mesmo que esses caras não sejam paparazzi, eu não tenho nenhum outro plano para fugir dessa situação.

“Eu tenho que ir ver minha mãe.” eu menti, encolhendo os ombros.

Todos eles de repente se aproximaram de mim, formando um círculo em torno de onde eu estava. Eu não olhei para cima, mas imediatamente comecei a entrar em pânico. Eu nunca estive em uma situação daquelas antes, mas eu sabia o que estava acontecendo, só não sabia como me salvar.  

“Nem pense que nós vamos deixar você ir sem deixar uma lembrança.” Um deles disse, me empurrando para os braços do cara atrás de mim.

Com muito medo e desespero, levantei a cabeça para olhar seus olhos escuros e perversos. O fogo atrás deles me queimava, fazendo-me choramingar. O olhar que ele me deu fez com que os arrepios subissem sobre a minha pele.

“Por favor, me deixe ir. Pode levar tudo, só por favor, me deixe ir sem qualquer mal. Por favor.” Eu implorava para o homem a minha frente.

O homem inclinou a cabeça, observando minhas ações, dando passos curtos para mim. Queria correr, fugir dele, qualquer coisa para sair daquela situação, mas meu corpo estava preso nos braços do outro homem, com o que parecia ser centenas de outros olhos olhando para mim. Seus braços envolvem minha cintura uma vez que ele estava perto o suficiente, dando ao meu corpo um ligeiro aperto para me trazer para mais perto dele.

Eu tento tirar suas mãos de mim, mas ele recusou minhas tentativas.

“Não. Por favor, não.” Eu soluço.

Eu tentei escapar dos braços dele, mas ele só me apertou mais forte. Eu juro, já podia sentir meus pulsos ficando inchados e feridos com cada movimento que fazia.

“Querida…” O homem disse, colocando cabelo caído atrás de minha orelha. “Quem disse que nós vamos feri-la?”

Ele deslizou seu braço de minha cintura, e levou sua mão até minha bunda, esfregando-a, seus olhos se fecharam com tamanha luxúria.

“Nós vamos fazer você se sentir tão bem, querida.”

Eu arremessei minhas pernas para cima, me contorcendo para afasta-lo. Até aquele momento, eu só gritava, minha garganta doía com os gritos que eu dava.

“Não, por favor, não, não, não, por favor!” Eu continuava gritando, contorcendo cada parte do meu corpo que não estava sendo presa por ele.

“Puta!” O homem gritou, tentando me acariciar mesmo com meus movimentos.

“Pare de chutar.”

De repente eu sinto uma sensação horrível na minha bochecha, e eu estava quase apagada. Minha cabeça é jogada para o lado, e eu pude sentir o sangue escorrendo até o meu pescoço. Toda a energia que eu tinha antes foi tirada para fora de mim.

O homem à minha frente me joga para longe se desfazendo do apertado que estava em mim anteriormente, e eu quase achei que ele tivesse desistido de mim. No entanto, ele me lançou contra um poste de rua, e logo me agarrou novamente. Eu resmunguei pelo impacto nas minhas costas, minha cabeça girava por conta da dor.

“Quem diabos você pensa que é?” Ele gritou em meu rosto, levando sua mão até minha garganta, empurrando firmemente contra meu pescoço.

Eu suspiro, tentando encontrar qualquer maneira de obter ar em meus pulmões. Minhas mãos agarraram seu braço na tentativa de empurrá-lo para longe de mim, eu tento chutá-lo, mas ele só me segura mais apertado.

Eu não conseguiria sair daquilo.

“Pare de tentar me chutar, sua cadela.” Ele rugiu.

Ele apertou meu pescoço ainda mais que antes, e a única coisa que eu podia sentir é a mistura de sangue e suor que escorreu por meu rosto. Essas foram as únicas coisas que me lembravam que ainda estava viva. Todo o resto ficou escuro, todo o resto ficou silencioso.

Eu ainda podia ouvir seus gritos, e o aperto de suas mãos. Mas tudo é lento, e em algum lugar ao longo do vazio em torno de mim, percebo que meu corpo não está lutando mais. Estou pendurada entre a vida e a morte, metade de mim já está morta, eu sinto, e a outra já estava no fim.

“Eu não posso te perder, não faça isso comigo.” Eu ouço uma voz gritar.

Compressões em meu peito, eu estava sendo puxada para a consciência com cada movimento.

Eu sou sacodida, tomando todo ar que meus pulmões podem aguentar. Eu estava ofegante, tentava recuperar minha respiração. Eu sinta meu coração bombeando em meu peito, quase batendo contra os ossos. Tudo é nebuloso, o que aconteceu e tudo o que está acontecendo, tudo é um borrão.

Abro os olhos, e olho para os lados. Mas tudo que eu vejo é Harry, seus olhos verdes afogados em lágrimas. Seu rosto está coberto por elas, e ele parece uma mistura de aliviado e medo.

“Oh Deus.” Ele grita.

Ele levanta a mão do meu peito para que ela possa descansar em minha bochecha, e no segundo que ele faz isso, ele começa a soluçar. Ele me segurava como se sua vida dependesse disso, e sua voz soava forçada com cada barulho que ele fez.

“Eu pensei que você tinha morrido, eu… achei que era tarde demais. Você não… não… eu não…’’

Eu balanço a cabeça, colocando meus dedos trêmulos entre os dele.

“Você me salvou.” Eu sussurro, beijando cada um de seus nós dos dedos. “Você salvou minha vida, isso é tudo que importa.”

Ele chorava forte, enterrando o rosto no meu pescoço. Podia dizer que ele ainda estava assustado com o que aconteceu. Cada parte dele estava tremendo e suando, ele continuou murmurando palavras incoerentes enquanto soluçava.

“Eu bati neles S/N, mas eles fugiram. Eu vi a placa do carro, eles vão ser presos amor. Eu juro.”

Eu aperto sua mão.

Ele balança a cabeça, engolindo o nó em sua garganta.

“Se eu não estivesse aqui, procurando por você, eu… eu não consigo imaginar o que teria acontecido se eu não tivesse vindo buscá-la. Eu simplesmente não gosto de você andando sozinha do por aí. Eu queria encontra-la no meio do caminho, mas quando eu vi o que estava acontecendo, S/N, eu não conseguia respirar, tudo aconteceu tão rápido eu…”

“Não, não. Pare, está tudo bem. Você me salvou. Você me salvou. Isso é tudo o que você deveria estar pensando.”

Ele aperta os lábios em uma linha, e estrangula outro soluço. Ele ainda está segurando em mim, ainda mais apertado agora.

“Eu sempre vou te salvar.”

Request: You returned to the Volturi with a nose piercing!

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“Hey- holy-” Felix’s mouth snapped shut, eyes wide. You were only gone two hours and you came back with a bit of metal through your nose. He stood like that for a moment, unable to figure out what to say.
“Like it?” You grinned but received no answer. Felix put a hand to his face. “(Y/N), Demetri is gonna kill you.”
“Why?” You laughed at the mentioning of your mate.
“Because he loves your face.” Felix whined looking panicked.
WHAT HAVE THEY DONE!?” You heard Demetri yell in the distance and Felix’s eyes got wider. 

Demetri was in front of you in a matter of moments who then let out a startled wail covering his mouth with both hands in shock. “What did you do to your face!?”
“I love it!” You grinned, tapping the piercing.
“Oh. my-” Demetri pulled at his hair. “(Y/N)!”
“Demetri, it’s so cute!”
Demetri grabbed your face, twisting it to the side to properly look at it. His horrified expression didn’t change. “I can’t believe you did this. You were left alone for two hours, I trusted you to leave! You did this!”
Despite his lecture, you couldn’t take him seriously to the whine and panic in his voice. Demetri pressed on the tip of your nose. “Oh my- take that out! Right now!”
“Hell no!” You darted out of his hold. “My face, my rules.”
“No, I’m being serious (Y/N), take that out of your face before anything permanent happens.”
“If i did that it would scar!”
“YOU HAVE A HOLE IN YOUR FACE!” Demetri pleaded before looking to Felix for help. “What do I do? Do they need help? Should we contact Carlisle Cullen!? Felix, have they lost their mind!?”
Felix looked at his friend hopelessly. “I don’t know what to tell you, man. I mean, it’s not that bad-.” “Felix! I swear to god if you encourage this!” Demetri swatted him. “My mate, put a hole in their face.” Demetri whined, pulling at his hair. 

The commotion got the attention of Alec and Jane, who were now present.
“Oh. Wow.” Alec said eyes wide.
“So that’s the commotion.” Jane said, the twins staring at you.
My mate has lost their mind!” Demetri yelled. “Humans are fragile, so is their mental capabilities and now my mate has lost it. I BROKE MY MATE!” “Demetri, I’m fine! Calm down!” You yelled back.
“No! You’re not! You put a hole in your face!”
“It’s not that bad!”
“I’ve seen this before-” Felix began.
“What do we do!? Is there a cure!? Is there something we can do!?”
“Demetri, they aren’t mad. Humans do this…a lot actually. This is a tendency quite common within humans in this modern time.”
Demetri was quiet for a moment, looking at you. He seemed calmer to know you weren’t insane. 

“I’m taking it out!” He moved forward.
You quickly grabbed his hands, laughing. “No, no you may not!”
“Yes!” He argued.
“Because it will hurt!” You said eyes wide. “And I want it.”
Demetri turned to Alec. “What will it take for you to use your gift on them so i can take that out of their face?”
A lot.” Alec assured. “Let them have it, if they want it. If it goes wrong later then it’s their own fault.”
Demetri scowled at him and you looped your arms around Demetri’s neck, affectionately nuzzling him. “I love you~.”
“I love you but I hate that.” Demetri pointed to your piercing. “Just you wait until you sleep tonight.”
“I will leave you if you dare.” You warned with a grin.


Rossi watches his girlfriend get ready for a night out.

He walked into (Y/N)’s room, smiling to see she was doing her makeup in the beautiful wooden vanity he had bought her. She looked up and grinned at him in the mirror, dipping her brush into the velvety foundation. He watched as she skillfully ran the brush over her already perfect skin, blending it in gently with her fingers.

No amount of makeup could make her look any more beautiful than she already was to him. But he still watched intently as she patted on some soft blush, then moved to paint her eyelids with a shimmering gold. It was enchanting to watch her work, really, like an artist painting her most endearing work.

She moved to the lipstick, holding up two colours for him to pick from. One was a deep blood red, the other a gentle lilac. He pointed to the lilac, sighing gently as she ran it over her perfectly round lips.

When she was finished, she stood and fluffed her hair, walking to the closet. She hummed and skimmed through a few dresses, pulling out two. The left was a long ruffled gown in a deep maroon shade, the right was a knee length velvet in his favourite blue. He picked the right and watched as she slowly slipped out of her clothes, as if it were a special show just for him. She slid the dress over her curves and turned around, motioning for him to come and button the back.

He did, then gently wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. David ran his hands down her sides, feeling the fabric and her body meld into one. He took her to stand in front of the floor length mirror, holding her tightly.

“You’re beautiful.”

I Know When You’re Around (‘Cause I Love The Sound) - kryptonians

Word Count: 3, 562

Summary: “Luthor,” Alex called out to Lena, jogging towards the pale girl who had been standing in front of her open locker, a notebook in hands.

“Yeah, Danvers?” Lena answered, closing her notebook and turning to the short haired girl, an expectant look on her face.

“You need to go with Kara to the dentist.” Alex said in a tone that left no room for arguing.

or, Kara has to get her wisdom teeth removed, Lena is in love with her, and Alex just wants to embarrass her sister.