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Beyoncé by Elicia Donze. Drawn in PS. Please do not remove caption.

[Caption: A realistic digital painting of Beyoncé. Portrait is from the waist up. Beyoncé is wearing a black halter dress with off the shoulder sheer sleeves accented with glossy black beads. Black pearl necklaces cover her neck. She has large steel-gray crescent-shaped earrings studded with diamonds. Her blonde-streaked hair is pulled into a tight braided ponytail that hangs over one shoulder. The background is soft pink accented with glowing white geometric shapes.]

“A figure skating battle, with the NEET princes on ice! Is it coming?! It’s their quadruple axel attack!”

The Worldwide Figure Skating Battle Championship

Holy shit, you guys, it looks like Yuri on Ice is infiltrating Hesokuri Wars now, because the next event has been announced and it’s figure skating themed. It’ll be officially launched on Friday, March 10th at 18:00 JST after maintenance!

Now if you’ll excuse me…

They’re all… so sparkly… Ichi’s in a purple frilly outfit… and not that I can tell from the image but it’s safe to assume that it’s form-fitting… being a skating outfit and all…

JUST TAKE MEEEEEEEEEEEEE ♡♡♡

~Mod Ichi

Park Chanyeol//Fairytale

Summary: Your cousin Minseok always holds the best parties - crazy Jongdae is there, bartender Yixing and of course, matchmaker Baekhyun who’s always trying to set you up. Maybe this time, he’s actually got it right. 
Scenario: halloween!au, fluff
Word Count: 4,895

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Pairing: Sherlock Holmes X Reader

Requested: No 

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

“…Because she’s with someone else.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was very obvious where he was actually going.

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m quite alright.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

“But sir, you’ve already had three-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why you-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How did you-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She laughs gently, and he smiles.

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

*****

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

anonymous asked:

hello!!!! can i request a smut/ fluff (or fluff only if ya don't do smut) where min yoongi's girlfriend is feeling insecure about her body since she is wearing tight clothes (she normally wears loose + her body type is curvyish so larger chest + ass and a bit of tummy chub)& ppl r staring @her (but she thinks its negative) and as yoongi gets jealous and goes down on her she gets super insecure + they do it for the first time with lights on and she doesn't want him to see her stretch marks. TY!!

OKAY BUT LETS TALK ABOUT HOW GOOD MY I MEAN OUR BABY LOOKED GOOD LAST NIGHT THAT GLOW UP- HE WAS SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL ESPECIALLY WHEN HE SMILED

My Type:

“You look fine love, please stop looking at yourself.” Yoongi called out opening the bathroom door. Jutting out your lower lip you looked over at him, the black lace dress that hugged your frame made you feel self-conscious. You looked into the mirror one more, the lace hugging your arms in a long sheer sleeve. The black dress was in two parts, a darker black part was like a body suit hugging your body, the top layer was lace and long sleeved giving you a modest but sexy look. The dress rose around your neck to resemble something of a choker. Your hair was up in loose curls pinned together in a loose fitted bun with a few end strands falling into your eyes and framing your face. Your makeup was light around your base, the eyeshadow was something light to contrast against your face, and your lips were decorated with a light red lipstick. Yoongi chuckled letting his eyes roam over you starting at your feet. The black pumps you had on always seemed to make your legs stand out, his eyes continued upward looking over your plump thighs, how they pressed together, up towards your plump bottom that he knew looked so good but it was covered up sadly. He took notice of your little tummy that you hated, the main topic of discussion was your weight, but he didn’t understand you were beautiful in every way and he wished you would notice what you mean to him. He wasn’t with you for just your looks, it was your heart, your mind, your sexy aura. He just wanted you to know what you did to him, you were different from many other girls, and there was something about you that he couldn’t find anywhere else. You were his rock whenever he needed to be held down, and he was going to give you up because you couldn’t always see your worth, he was there to make it better and help you out along the way how you did him.

He let a deep chuckle slip past his reddened lips. Looking around he slipped inside of the bathroom, wrapping his arms around your waist as his eyes trailed up to your breast and your face that was staring back at him. The slight hint of the dampness there he pressed a soft kiss against your temple as he smiled at you humming.

“You are breathtakingly beautiful. If I didn’t think so, I would have never encouraged you to get that dress or to come with me today. I want you to be confident okay? You’re my girl, and I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.” He vowed kissing your left ear as he squeezed you close to him humming.

You were grateful for him, Yoongi had helped you calm down and take deep breaths. He grabbed at your hand making a joke about how you needed to get out before someone came in and caught you. He led you out of the bathroom and down the hallway going back into the restaurant you were both enjoying a date in sitting down with you across the table from him. A lot of people had been staring at you, and you didn’t think it was necessarily a good thing, but in Yoongi’s eyes it was different.

He had seen how those men looked at you, the first thing their eyes went to were your thighs, and then upwards. It infuriated him that you were being stared at like that, and he hated the looks that people gave him afterwards sizing him up and judging him. He bit on his bottom lip trying to keep his anger from spilling out but he would be glad to leave. Of course, you got some glares and looks from other women but he shrugged it off. He didn’t want them, he was never one to judge based on looks. You had been so shy around him and thinking that he wouldn’t fall for you that it drew him in more. He was in love with everything about you from the tiniest baby hair on the top of your head to your biggest toe on your foot. The thought alone made a goofy grin break out on his face as he tilted his head becoming a love-struck kid with a crush.

“What, Min Yoongi?” You asked with a nose wrinkle and a soft smile.

“Did you just call my full name?” He asked you softly, the tone he used made you straighten up as your face heated a few shades, stuttering over your words you tried to explain and Yoongi more than amused he sat back in his seat with that cocky ass smirk crossing his hands together in front of him.

“I. No. See what happened, I just. I wasn’t trying to mean nothing by it. It just sounded really good coming off my tongue.” You fidgeted trying to finish your food as you squirmed lightly in front of him, the dress tickling the middle of your thighs as you wriggled.

“Oh, is that so? Just like when you moan it then huh?” He asked causing you to almost choke on a piece of the fish you had, the smirk that was on his lips became wider as he tucked his lip between his teeth. He blew a kiss at you going back to his food the both of you eating in silence until you were both done.

Yoongi paid for the tab, he gripped at your hand pulling you out of the restaurant and waited for a cab as he held your hand, that is where it seemed to go downhill from there. People passing by gave you looks, and in your mind, everyone that was looking were judging you. Yoongi could tell you had self-doubt and he hated it so much. His anger started to slowly boil over, he could see it too. Some yes, they did judge you but the others, that looked at you with unspeakable thoughts of want. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up with how angry he was becoming. You were his, and you were never going to be anyone else’s because he wasn’t going to let you. Jerking you forward lightly, he pulled you into the cab holding onto you as he looked out of the window barking at the driver where to go. He knew he was acting out, but in the midst of all of this he was annoyed, upset and he wanted to shake sense into you. He was holding himself together, a poised expression covering his burning fire that was inside of him. When you got home he would make sure you knew it, he wouldn’t stop until you knew that you were beautiful, and loved. He was going to make sure you only remembered him and what he could do for you. His mind roamed with endless thoughts of what he could do to you, a tiny smirk ghosting on his lips as he got lost in his thoughts.

Arriving to your place, Yoongi paid for the fair, pulling you gently out of the cab he walked with you towards your apartment since he didn’t want to go back to the dorms today. Knowing the guys would be in, he wanted to make sure no one interrupted his plans with you. Yoongi grabbed at your keys unlocking your door, and you sat there wondering idly why he had been so distance, you knew he had to revolve around you and feeling guilty for not being able to hold yourself up you beat yourself up, escaping to your cruel thoughts that only harmed you and never helped you. Once you were inside, you took off your heels, and Yoongi took off his shoes as well and loosened his tie. You were about to walk past him but Yoongi gripped at your waist pushing you against the wall. His hand on your waist, he leaned close to you, slowly he inched, his breath cascading on your features and fanning your face as he continued to lean close. The world seemed to stop around you two, his eyes fluttered close slowly and his lips met yours causing your own eyes to shut. His lips pressed against yours with want and need. Each searing kiss left you breathless and clinging onto him to get more. His hands moved to trap your body against his. Yoongi could feel something spark inside of him, holding you close like this, feeling your hands come up his broad chest to tangle into his soft black locks. It was driving him on edge. He let his hands go down farther slowly, flicking across your bottom lip for entrance and when you gave it to him he slowly let his tongue enter into your mouth, his tongue roaming your mouth, over the insides of your jaw and the roof of your mouth. His tongue took the time to roam over your tongue and teeth, the kiss becoming sloppy somewhat but neither of you cared. Yoongi sucked on your tongue, pulling the wet muscle into his mouth before he would pull back with a pop smiling down at you. He pulled back to pick you up bridal style knowing that you didn’t like it because you felt you were too heavy for him, when he was stronger than you gave him credit for. You wanted to tell him not to, but when he was in this mode you knew better than to go against his word. Yoongi placed you on your king-sized bed, turning on the light to shine in the darkened room, he walked towards you, helping you sit up so that he could slowly take your dress off as his lips met against yours again in a slow dance. You reached up, trying to find the light switch so that you could turn the light off. Yoongi noticing this stopped your hand and pulled back from you causing you to give a puzzled look.

“But we always do it with the lights off..” You said softly feeling unsure in yourself.

“Not today, I want to see you baby.” Yoongi stated reaching his hand down to comb through your wild locks, with his anger died out he just wanted to treat you like a queen and make you focus on only him.

“I don’t know Yoongi-“ You stated even more nervous and he shushed you humming.

“Either you will, or we won’t have sex at all until you’re ready.” Yoongi stood his ground giving you an ultimatum looking in your eyes. He waited you out staring at you letting you decide what you wanted to do. After some time, you sighed, nodding your head as you gave in.

“Okay..  We can try it.” You said softly. You knew you had so much to lose, in your mind anyways. What if he didn’t like what he saw? What if it repulsed him so much that he stopped? Yoongi didn’t leave you alone with your thoughts too much, he helped you stripped down slowly until you were laying on your back in nothing under him. He gave a soft smile, stepping back he stripped for you as well, creating a puddle of clothes on the floor he crawled on the bed spreading your legs wide. He started at the crook of your neck and going downwards he pressed multiple kisses and hickeys onto your body, marking you as his. Your skin throbbed at the places you were bitten at or sucked on, and he made sure that with every hickey he made you whimper in pleasure. His mouth descended to paint your breast with his love bites and he kissed over your stomach, moving your hands that tried to hide your stretch marks. Yoongi licked over your stretch marks kissing them and letting his fingers brush against him as he nuzzled your stomach trying to be cute. It caused you to laugh and cringe, his whole face lit up seeing you smile even if it cost him his manly imagine. He spread your legs wide, his tongue circling around your heat. He pressed soft kisses against your soaking wet pussy. He let his tongue flick out against your clit, wrapping his lips around it soon after he gave you a few harsh sucks letting his tongue flick up and down around the wet pert bud. His nose inhaled your essence causing his mouth to water more as he focused on getting you off.

He moved to shove his tongue inside of your heat as well, curving it and instantly finding your spot because it had been mapped out in his head. His fingers came up to thrust in and out of you while others brushed against your wet clit, he was stretching you out and getting you ready for him. The sounds of you crying out in pleasure and clutching the sheets above your head for him, made his blood rush south and he was becoming needier for you by the second. His tongue changed paces from quick to slow, building you up and tearing you down until you were a begging mess under you. He pulled back rubbing your clit with two fingers.

“Tell me you’re beautiful.” He stated and you looked at him like he had just offended you, he smirked lazily slowing his fingers down before plunging two inside of you working you up.

“I. Can’t do that.” You struggled to get out between your moans. Yoongi let his fingers scissor you at a relentless pace before he pulled them out and tapped your clit, bringing you down from your high only to plunge his fingers back inside of you.

“Can’t or won’t?” He asked you as he repeated the same thing. You wanted to challenge him and see how long he would keep this up. First the lights now this? You shook your head thinking that if you could angle your hips you would make yourself cum. But Yoongi was smart giving you shallow thrusts and missing your spot completely teasing you and leaving you hanging at the same time.

“OKAY YOONGI! I’m beautiful!” You whined softly not liking the teasing game that he was playing with you.

“Good girl.” You cooed out removing his fingers from your heat. He sucked on his fingers as he moved to get between your legs aligning himself with your entrance. He kissed your lips slowly leaning over you as he sunk into your heat causing a moan to slip from both of your hips.

He held his hips steady letting you adjust to him, and once he felt you had, he started to slowly thrust in and out of you, letting you relish in the feeling of him stretching you. He was thick, and you loved it so much to feel it inside of you. Your hands moved down to grab at his hips and pull him closer, your eyes locking for a time as you took a deep breath. Yoongi leaned down to pepper your face in kisses gently chuckling at how needy you were being. He gripped at your hands with his gently moving them up above your head so that he could pick up the pace starting to slowly slam in and out of you. Your wet pussy wrapped around his walls, the juices sliding down from your slick folds onto his balls and the sheets under you. He shuddered enjoying the pleasure, hips meeting and rocking against one another. Your mind was going blank with just thoughts of him, his name rolling off your tongue as he fucked you slowly against the mattress. His speed picked up, drawing out with you looking so needy under him. He started to slam harshly into you causing the bed to shake as your hips met and touched one another. The sounds of your sex could be heard bouncing off the quiet wall, the room becoming hot as you grinded against each other on the sheets. Yoongi pressed his forehead against yours whispering a soft ‘I love you’ as he looked into your eyes. Freeing one of his hands he reached down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts helping to aid you.

“Yoongi- I’m going to cum.” You breathed out looking at him with water wetting your eyes from how good it felt.

“You know better.” He hissed in a deep voice leaning down to bite your bottom lip.

“Daddy can I please cum? Please daddy!” You begged as you felt your slick walls tightening around him, it wouldn’t be long and you knew it. Yoongi at first didn’t give in and listen to you, slamming his hips against yours pressing against your spot over and over again, but after seeing you convulse under him, he nodded his head burying his face in your neck. With the okay your eyes drifted shut as your hips snapped up to meet his pace, relishing in the feeling of him touching you and being inside of you, in no time you were cumming on his shaft spilling your essence out. Yoongi groaned biting on your soft flesh, giving you a few more pumps before he pulled out to stroke himself off letting it coat the lower part of your stomach. He hummed gently pausing above you to catch his breath.

Once he was calmed down he went to the bathroom to get a warm towel wiping you off with it. He made sure you were clean and put it into the dirty hamper moving to climb back on the bed and hold. Yoongi didn’t have to say much in the silence you knew that he loved you and he cared, so you stayed there in his arms letting him play in your hair until your eyelids were getting heavy and you were falling asleep.

d.w.

Title: d.w.

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

Word Count: 5489

Warnings: Swearing, Nudity, Mentions of Sex, Mentions of Blood

Summary: Under the hold of a ruthless djinn, Reader finds herself in her perfect world with a strangely perfect man she’d never seen before.

Next Part: Part Two

A/N: This is loosely based off 02x20 – What Is and What Should Never Be. Enjoy!

Originally posted by black-little-demons

Reader

It was quiet, so very quiet, and bright. It’s never been this bright in any of the dingy motels you and your sister found yourselves bunking in. But, then again, this wasn’t some crappy motel. No, based on the sheer white curtains that framed the clean windows, and the tidiness of the gleaming hardwood floors, you quickly concluded that this wasn’t anything you were familiar with.

A white fur rug peeked out in the corner of your vision before your eyes landed on the matching white night table near your head. Slowly, you propped yourself up on your elbow, but found it rather hard due to a tight hold around your waist. You looked down, confused, to find your bare torso being held by a large, strong hand.

You gulped, trying to remember who the hell this was. And though his name didn’t surface, you remembered hunting something – the djinn. You let out a shaky sigh, recalling its tattooed hands over your face.

Could this perhaps be your wishful reality?

Slowly, you lifted the blanket, thinking, please don’t be-

Yup – you were fully naked, wrapped in the strong hold of some strange man. You slowly twisted in his grip, careful not to wake the owner up as you stretched your neck to meet the reason behind your nudity.

Your eyes first caught the sharpness of his jaw and you already found yourself trying to recall the steamy night before. You followed the well-defined line, mentally admitting defeat against your memories. You gazed over his high cheekbones, stubbed chin, pouty lips, and perfectly sloped nose. You finally landed on his closed eyes, wondering what color they were. Blue? Brown? Grey? Whatever they were, you were sure they’d be just as beautiful as the rest of him.

He suddenly shifted from his side to his back, removing his warm hand from your body. The movement caused the comforter to slide down, exposing his defined chest. And though it was just as godly as the rest of him, the little inking on his left collarbone is what really captivated your attention. There, scribed in an elegant cursive, were your initials.

Your breath hitched as you quickly jumped out of bed and took several steps away from him. He stirred at the sudden movement, but didn’t think much of it.

As he sunk back into sleep, you stared at him, eyes wide, and you swallowed your fear. You glanced to the ajar door before your eyes caught your reflection. The black scribble on your collarbone was only so visible in the distance, so you rushed towards the hanging mirror.

d.w.

Your fingers brushed over it as confusion set in. What the fuck was this? Matching tattoos?

Breathing heavily, you quickly and quietly got dressed. You looked through the drawers, running into his clothes every now and then. Finally, you were fully dressed in jeans and a cropped black tank top under a tight and sheer white long sleeved shirt. You grabbed your phone, and long black combat boots before leaving the room.

Immediately, you dialed your sister’s number. “(Y/N)?” her tired voice rang.

“(Y/S/N)!” you exclaimed, before realizing the man was still sleeping and lowered your voice. “Hey, where are you?”

You heard her chuckle lightly. “We’re about to board our flight. Are you okay?” she replied, a slight hint of concern laced in her words.

You made your way down the stairs and sat at the steps once you reached the end. “Board your flight?” you repeated as you pulled on your boots. “Where’s the djinn?”

“Gin?” she asked, chuckling. “Are you drunk? It’s not even nine yet.”

You huffed as you tied your laces. “No, idiot. The djinn. The fucked-up creature we’re hunting. Look, I think it changed my reality somehow. Like, it made a wish come true or something.”

“Okay… where’s Dean?” she questioned.

You looked back up the stairs, finding them empty. “Dean?” you repeated. “That’s the name of the hot guy I woke up beside?”

She laughed. “I gotta go, just put the bottle down, okay? I’ll see you at Dad’s.”

You froze. “Dad’s? Wait, (Y/S/N/N).” But the line went dead.

Did you just hear her right or was the reception just bad? You didn’t have time to sit around and brew in your fast thoughts. You hurriedly shot up and began searching for your keys. You scoured the living room before making your way to the end table next to the door. A stack of envelops caught your eye.

Dean Winchester. The first one read.

You shuffled through them, finding your name or rather a variation of it. (Y/N) Winchester. Holy shit, that hot piece of ass was your husband. You looked back to the stairs, making sure he wasn’t up yet. Turning back to the letters, the next couple of lines captured your attention. It was addressed to your hometown.  

Suddenly, the same soft hands, that were clutching you in bed, snaked around your waist and you felt your back against his hard chest. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. His scruffy cheeks tickled your skin, but it didn’t last long as he looked back up. You followed his gaze to find a mirror hanging up on the wall and your reflection staring back at you.

Green. His eyes were green, and it suddenly put jumping his bones into perspective. “You’re up early.” he smiled, tightening his grip on you.

You melted into him, loving the way his body felt against yours. “Yeah, I, uh, had a bad dream.” you replied, placing your hands over his.  

He turned you around, so that you were facing him. “Well, then why don’t we go back upstairs and I’ll help you feel better.” he suggested with a little wink.

It seemed as though obtaining oxygen was abruptly hard as you found it increasingly tougher to breathe. You were about to nod until you felt a hard pressure against your hip. You glance down and found he was just as naked at the bottom as he was at the top.

Your head snapped up and you felt your cheeks flush. “Wow,” you breathed before you could stop yourself.

He chuckled, a little blush creeping onto his face. You couldn’t decide what was cuter, his laugh or his pink cheeks. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think it was the first time you’ve seen it.”

Your heart pounded against your chest as he pulled you closer to him. He leaned in, gently attaching his lips to yours. They were just as soft as they looked. “Um,” you breathed, pulling away. “Why don’t you go up and I’ll meet you there.”

He smirked, giving you one last peck. “Don’t be too long.” he almost begged, making your knee weak.

You gulped, nodding. “Mmhm.” you hummed, watching him walk away. Even his ass is hot.  You found yourself thinking.

When he finally disappeared back upstairs, you glanced back at the letters in your hand. It pained you so much to say this, but you had to get to the bottom of this. Placing the envelops back in their spots, you grabbed the keys to your car and your black leather jacket that laid next to it.

You opened the door, looking back to the stairs. “Once I found out if this is real, I’m so going to see you naked again.” you quietly promised him and yourself as you left the house and got into your car.

You drove down the familiar streets of your hometown. The melting snow framed the roads and covered most of the neighbourhood, including a light blue house. Your childhood home, the one that was unfortunately invaded by werewolves. You let out a shaky breath as you parked the car, and made your way to the door. Your hands shook as you found the courage to knock.

Heavy footsteps grew closer and closer until the door flew open. “(Y/N)?” your father asked, a smile surfacing his confused face.

Tears glassed over your eyes as you threw your arms around him. “Dad,” you respired, swallowing the lump in your throat.

Though bemused, your father wrapped his arms around you. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?” he worriedly asked, pulling away from the hug and shutting the door.

“You’re real,” you whispered, ignoring his questions. Laughing, you dried your tears and looked around the house. “It’s all real.”

Your father placed a caring hand on your shoulder and escorted you to the living room. “Honey, are you feel okay?” he asked again, his bushy brows furrowed.

You smiled, looking around the room, your eyes landing on a bookshelf scattered with frames. “I’m great,” you smiled, taking in the family photos. You found on with your sister in a cap and gown. And another with the family on a trip somewhere sunny and sandy.

Your father stared at you. “Okay,” he said, not quite convinced. “Well, aren’t you a bit early?” he asked. “Your sister and Josh don’t get in until later.”

“Josh?” you asked, looking back at your father.

He slowly nodded. “Her boyfriend.” he clarified, an obvious tone in his voice.

You nodded. “Oh, right. Yeah, Josh. Great guy.”

He nodded along with you. “Dean just called. He was looking for you. Is everything alright between you two?” he crossed his arms over his chest, watching you carefully.

You blushed, recalling the exposed interaction. “Oh, yeah.” you chuckled, looking back at the pictures. Your heart soared at the new reality you were granted.

“Okay, well I got to go to work.” he said, his voice suddenly distant. You turned around to find him at the door, pulling on his shoes. “And I’m sure you have to do the same.”

You walked over to him, nodding. “Yeah, yeah. I better get going too. But, I wanna see mom before I go.”

He looked down at you, like you were crazy. “(Y/N),” he said slowly. “You know your mom is… dead, right?”

You froze, gulping down the urge to scream. “Oh,” you whispered. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry, I just, um, you know miss her.”

You quickly crashed into his chest again, throwing your arms around him.

He returned the hug, about to let go, but you held on tighter. “I really missed you, Dad.” you muttered against his shoulder, trying to blink back tears.

He rubbed your back, then pulled away. “I’ll see you tonight, honey.” he assured, flashing you a sad smile.

You returned the grin, then exited the house and made your way to your car. You looked back at him as you unlocked the car. “Love you!” you called as he locked the door.

He waved back at you. “Love you too!” he replied.

You smiled widely and got into your car. Could this really be happening? You thought as you drove off. You had to make sure this was real and not some sort of joke. Maybe the djinn did grant your wish, though you never really said it out loud.

You knew where you had to go to make sure this was real, this was your new life. And since you knew this town like the back of your hand, you speedily drove to the nearest community college located a couple of hours away and found the cryptozoology professor.

“I don’t remember seeing you in any of my classes,” he said as you took a seat across his desk.

You gave him a convince smile. “I sit in the very back and try to keep to myself. I just really love hearing what you have to say.” you effortlessly lied, interlocking your hands together.

He returned your friendly smile, asking, “So, what can I do for you?”

You shifted in your sit. “Djinn, can they really grant wishes and stuff even if you don’t say them out loud?” you questioned.

The professor nodded. “That’s how the legend goes,” he confirmed, eyeing you carefully. “But, of course, its all just a myth.” he stated in a clear, stern voice.

You nodded. “Oh, yeah.” you agreed. “Yes, it’s just a myth. Thank you for your time.” And with that, you exited the room.

You smiled, realizing this was your life now. The hot husband, your dad well and alive. And though your mother was gone, you couldn’t be more content with what you were given.

You got to your car, about to get in, when you noticed a little girl in a clean night gown. Her blonde hair blew in the wind as others walked passed her. You furrowed your eyebrows, making your way towards her. An abrupt weight crashed against you, stumbling you back.

“Watch where you’re going,” some girl spat.

You ignored her, turning back to the little girl only to find her gone. Just when you thought your life was perfect, a sprite decided to haunt you.  Perhaps it was all in your head, and the hunter in you just couldn’t wrap around the fact that this was your life now. Either way, you were going to ignore it.

You drove back to your house as the moon began to take the sun’s place. You entered to find Dean standing in front of that mirror again. He was wearing a clean-cut suit and was messing around with the neck of his tie.

Damn, he looked even hotter with clothes on. You thought as you bit your lip at the sight.

His eyes landed on you once you shut the door. “Hey, where have you been? I called you like a million times.” he said, dropping the knot and walking towards you. He placed a quick kiss on your lips.

You put a hand on his shoulders, pulling him back in as you remembered your promise earlier that morning. You bit his lip, causing him to gasp, and slipped your tongue into his mouth. He pulled back after a minute, breathless and smirking. “What was that for?” he whispered, erupting your heart.

“For leaving without a proper goodbye this morning.” you replied, your hands trailing down his chest, pushing the suit jacket off his shoulders.

He laughed, taking a step back. “Babe, we can’t now. Your dad’s waiting for us and you’re not even dressed yet.” he protested, readjusting his jacket.

“Waiting for us? Where are we going?” you asked, as he went back to fiddling with his tie.

He shot you a confused look. “Your dad’s birthday.” he replied, then let out a frustrated huff.

You pulled your hands away from his tie, and redid it yourself. “Right. Yeah, I’ll go get ready right now.” you reassured, finishing up the knot and dashing upstairs.

He looked back into the mirror, astonished by your quick work. “Don’t take so long!” he called after you.

You rushed into the bedroom and found a short, black dress already laid on the bed. You walked towards it, feeling the velvety fabric. You smiled swiftly throwing it on and brushing through your hair with your fingers. You slipped into some matching heels and grabbed that same leather jacket.

Hurrying downstairs, you found him leaning against the door, staring at the ceiling. He’s so hot. You thought once again, biting your lip.

He’s beautiful green eyes shot to you as a cocky smirk itched on his face. “You’re looking hot too, baby.” he complimented, making his way over to you.

Shit, did I just say that out loud?

“If it wasn’t for the fact that your family is probably pissed at us for being so late, I’d take you right here, right now.” his voice went deep with lust as he snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you towards the door.

You leaned into him, slightly pressing your thighs together at his words. “Stop fucking teasing,” you whispered as he shut the door and led you to his sleek black car. “This car is beautiful.” you gasped while Dean opened the passenger door for you.

“Yeah.” he agreed proudly, shutting the door behind you.

You felt the leather seats, taking in the husky scent of cologne and whiskey. He got in and started the car, the engine giving out a throaty purr. You melted into the seats, thoughts of what you two could do on them made you cross your legs tightly.

Dean didn’t let it go unnoticed, flashing you one of his famous smirks as he drove down the street. “Want me that bad, huh?” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You laughed at the adorable sight, understanding more and more why it was him. “I get it now. I get why you’re the one.”

He shot you a quick glance before turning back to the road. “Took you three years?” he joked, pulling into the parking lot.

You swatted his arm playfully. “Shut up,” you muttered, getting out of the car. “You know what I mean.”

He laughed, taking your hand and leading you to the door. “I love you.” he whispered in your ear as your father, sister and the man – you assumed was her boyfriend – came to view.

You looked up at him, shocked to hear those words. “Finally!” your sister huffed, standing up to greet you.

You turned back to her, a wide smile taking over your features. “(Y/S/N),” you laughed, pulling her into a tight hug. “You look great!” you said as she pulled back.

She looked down at her flowy pink dress. “Oh, thanks,” her smile wavered. “You too.”

The man beside her cleared his throat, looking at you. “Josh,” you smiled, turning to him and also pulling him into a tight hug.

He hesitantly hugged you back. “Good to see you too, (Y/N).” he said, pulling away.

You turned to your dad, giving yet another hug. “Dad!” you exclaimed, a little too loudly. A few people near you began staring.

Your dad pulled away after a few seconds. “It’s like you haven’t seen me in years, much less this morning.” he joked.

You forced a little laugh, taking your seat between Dean and your sister. “Happy Birthday.”

He smiled, giving you a little nod. “Thank you, sweetie.” He turned back to your sister. “So, what’s this exciting news?”

You shot your head to her as she blushed and brought her left hand up. “We’re getting married.” she laughed, gazing loving at her fiancé.

Dean laughed, giving Josh a pat on the back while your father wiped a tear from his eye.

You, on the other hand, screamed and grabbed her arm closer to you. “Oh, my god!” you cried, examining the ring. “(Y/S/N/N), this is amazing.”

You looked up to find her staring at you like you’ve grown three heads. And that’s when you realized the entire restaurant silenced. You nervously chuckled. “My sister’s getting married,” you explained as the diners began nodded and clapping for her.

In the corner of your eye, you caught Dean biting his lip to hold back his laughter. You nudged his arm, muttering, “Shut up,” and turned back to your sister.

“I’m suddenly feeling very old.” your father joked and the entire table laughed.

Dinner went by quick, and you were slowly getting the hang of things. It was like you really did belong here.

Back at your father’s house, you, Dean, your sister, and Josh stood at the foyer as your father turned in upstairs.

“Well, it’s getting late.” your sister sighed, looking up to Josh. “We should get some sleep too.”

Your smile dropped. “Wait, the night’s still young. Let’s go celebrate.” you suggested.

She gave you a confused look. “Guys, do you mind giving me a moment alone with my sister?” she asked, keeping her eyes on you.

A gentle kiss was pressed to your forehead before your husband and your soon to be brother-in-law left the room.

“(Y/N), are you feeling okay?” she asked.

You nodded. “I’m great, (Y/S/N/N).”

She scoffed. “Stop calling me that. Where did you even get that name?”

“I always call you that.” you drily chuckled.

She shook her head. “No, you don’t. Listen, we don’t talk to each other unless we have to.”

The light in your eyes slightly died and you took a step back. “We… we don’t? But, you’re my sister.”

“Yeah, that statement didn’t really apply all those years you ruined my relationships.” she humorlessly chuckled.

Your heart broke at her words. “(Y/S/N), I’m so sorry.” you breathed.

She shrugged. “No, I’m over it. This is just how things are. Look, you show go home and get some sleep. This has clearly been a really big day for you.”

You nodded, forcing a small smile. You watched as she turned around and made her way upstairs with Josh trailing behind her.

Tears picked your eyes at her words. Were you really that cruel to her? Ruining her life? Caring hands found yours and you looked up to find your handsome husband with a sad smile. “You okay?”

You let out a dry chuckle. “Everyone keeps asking me that.”

He nodded, pulling you to the door. “Come on, let’s go home.”

He led you to the car and opened the passenger door for you again. You were about to get in, when you noticed a figure under one of the streetlights. It was the little, blonde girl. However, this time, her nightgown was torn and bloody.

You pushed passed Dean, and made your way to her. “(Y/N)!” Dean called as a loud horn honked to your right.

The tires screeched and you snapped your head towards it. A car, a few itches away from you, stopped with an angry driver cursing at you. Dean pulled you back and out of the way as he apologized to the driver.

“What the hell was that?” he demanded as the car drove away.

You looked back at the light to find the girl gone. Sighing, you looked back to your worried husband. “Sorry, I thought I saw something.”

“We’re going home.” he breathed, holding you under his arm.  

He made sure you got in this time before starting the car and driving away. The moment you got home, you slumped down on the couch and tried to wrap your head around the fact that your sister, the one you thought would die for you, doesn’t speak to you anymore.

“Baby, you coming to bed?” Dean asked, taking a seat beside you.

You looked up at him to find him only in his boxers. You trailed your hand down his chest, cursing the unlucky moments that he just happens to be shirtless in. “I really fucking want to,” you groaned. “But, I just can’t, knowing my sister barely speaks to me.”

He knitted his brows together. “I didn’t think that really bothered too much. It’s kinda how it’s always been.” he shrugged.

You rubbed his bare shoulder, loving the feel of his skin. Your eyes landed on the little tattoo again. “I’m going to fix it.” you vowed.

He smiled. “I’m here if you need any help.”

You leaned in, not able to resist him any longer. He responded, trailing his hand up your thigh and under your dress. “Why don’t we take this upstairs?” he smirked, brushing his fingers over your lace panties.

You moaned against his jawline, nodded. “Yes,”

Your eye suddenly caught the headline in the newspaper on the coffee table. Fire burns down hotel. “I just need to grab something,” you whispered as he kissed and sucked on your neck. “I’ll meet you upstairs.”

He pulled away, eyes narrowed. “Are you actually coming up this time?”  

You nodded, flashing him a smile. “Yes.”

He nodded and hurried upstairs. “I’ll be waiting.” he called over his shoulder as you reached for the paper.

You skimmed through it. “All victims’ dead.” you whispered. “But, I saved them.”

You looked up, trying to make sense of the news, when she appeared again. She stood in front of you with two skeletons hanging by their hands behind her. You kneeled before her. “Hey, are you okay? Do you need help?” you whispered.

The image was suddenly gone and you looked around for any proof that it was there to begin with. Why was this sprite and your hunting life following you around? Maybe you needed to get rid of the djinn to full live in this new life.

You shot up and rushed to the door, grabbing your keys on the way out. Quickly, you got into your car and drove back to your father’s place. You tried to be very quiet as you creeped in and rummaged through your mother’s silverware.

Finally, you found it, but the sound of tiny footsteps made you stop in place. Slowly turning around, you found your sister inching towards you with a bat. Easily, you disarmed her and brought her to her back.

“(Y/N)?” she asked, pushing you off her.

You got up to your feet and helped her to hers. “You should be embarrassed by how easy that was.” you joked as she flicked on the light.

“What are you-” she cut herself off, noticing the box of cutlery beside you. “Are you stealing mom’s sliver?” she questioned.

You glanced down at the box. “Yeah, I, uh, owe someone money.” you lied, grabbed two knives.

She furrowed her brows, scanning you up and down, noticing you were still in your dress. “I can’t believe this. Did you even go home? Does Dean know?”

“Does it look like Dean knows?” you hissed back. “Look, I have to go. Just tell dad I love him.” And with that, you pushed passed her and got back into your car.

As you started the engine, the passenger door opened and your sister got in. “Get out,” you ordered, as she shut the door and pushed aside the duffle bag you found in the trunk.

“No, I’m coming with you.” she said, pulling on her seatbelt. She was still dressed in her sweatpants and t-shirt.

You stared at her and scoffed. “It’s dangerous.”

“Which is why I’m coming with you.” she replied. “Whatever stupid thing you’re doing, you’re not doing it alone.”

You sighed and waited for her to change her mind. However, she was still so stubborn and stayed glued to her seat. You rolled your eyes and started the engine, driving down the road and into the highway.

“How far is this place?” she asked.

“A few hours.”

She snapped her head towards you. “I have school.”

You glanced at her before turning back to the road. “Oh, yeah. Medicine, I bet.”

She nodded. “Yeah, you knew that.”

“You’re the one that forced yourself in here. Don’t blame me.” you shrugged.

She rolled her eyes, mumbling, “Whatever.”

Hours passed and you finally arrived at the same old warehouse that you hunted the djinn in. “Where the hell are we?” your sister asked.

“Lawrence, Kansas.” you answered, parking the car. You grabbed the duffle bag and the two knives before getting out of the car and making your way over to the entrance.

“What’s in the bag?” she questioned, quickly following behind you.

You pulled out a flashlight and clicked it on. “Lamb’s blood, and a few guns.” You decided it was far passed lying at this point if she’s going to come in with you and hunt this son of a bitch.

“Why the-”

You cut her off. You had no time for her questions. “I have to dip the silver in it to kill the djinn. It’s the monster we were hunting before it changed my reality. Now, stay quiet and keep behind me at all times.” you ordered as you led her through the same hallway you walked through the first time.

You reached an opened room, spotting the same two skeletons hanging by their hands. Your sister let out a disgusted sigh at the sight. “Shh.” you shushed her, noticing the little girl.

She, too, was tied up with a blood bag attached to her. You gulped, the sound of footsteps pulling you away from the girl. Quickly, you grabbed your sister and scurried behind some barrels.

The djinn made his way to the girl as she whimpered and begged for him to leave her alone. He stroked her cheek, whispering for her to go back to sleep. After she passed out, he pulled the tube connected to the blood bag and let the blood drip into his mouth. And once he had his taste, he returned the tube to its spot and left the room.

You emerged from your hiding place, making you way to the girl. You couldn’t remember much after the djinn attacked you. “What if I’m like her?” you wondered aloud.

Your sister tugged on your arm, pulling back to the exit. “Come on, let’s go.” she demanded.

You tore your arm away, the fog finally clearing up. “You’re not real.” you replied, holding the knife up.

“What?” she asked, outraged. She grabbed your shoulders and shook you. “You feel that? That’s real.”

You pulled away. “No!” you yelled. “I read somewhere that you can’t die in your dreams.” You said as you held up the knife and pointed it to your gut. “I’m like ninety percent sure this is a dream.”

“No.” she said, shaking her head. You ignored, bring the knife down to your stomach. “NO!” she yelled, making you freeze.

Your father suddenly began walking towards you dressed in the same clothes he was murdered in. You looked to your sister, the image of Dean creeping up behind her. To your left, Josh came to view as well. They surrounded you, watching you.

“You couldn’t leave it alone, could you, babe?” Dean asked, the disappoint rich in his voice.

“You were happy.” your father smiled.

Your tears began streaming down your face. “This isn’t happiness.” you whispered, chocking back sobs.

Dean made his way to you, pulling you into a sweet, desperate kiss. “Yes, it is. I’m here. I love you.” he begged.

You pulled back, taking a few steps away. You looked between all four of them, and gulped. “I’m sorry,” you said as you pieced the knife through your stomach, the blood bubbling up through your mouth.

“HEY!” a deep, familiar voice called, two hands holding your face.

Your hands suddenly fell and you tumbled onto the figure in front of you. The owner caught you with ease as another figure to your left emerged. It was all so blurry and dark. You wanted to open your mouth and ask where you were, or who this was, but you found it extremely hard.

“(Y/N),” you heard your sister whisper, trying to meet your gaze. You looked to her as someone came up behind her.

“Is she okay?” he asked.

The person holding you readjusted your weight on him, and pick up with one hand under your knees and the other on your back. “She will be.” he reassured. “Did you kill it?”

“Yeah, it’s dead.” your sister replied, as the guy behind her untie the little girl.

Your vision blurred as you fell in and out of consciousness until it all went black.

Your eyes opened to the feeling of a cool, damp cloth over your forehead. You slowly sat up, slightly wincing in pain. You looked down to your throbbing arm to find it sewn with stitches. Your eyes took in the unfamiliar room painted with dull colors.

“You okay?” the deep voice asked from your right.

You snapped your head to find him sitting on a chair near your bed. The same sharp jawline, stubbed chin, pouty lips and high cheekbones engulfed his features. And those gorgeous green eyes, so fucking captivating, stared back at you.

“You.” you whispered, staring at his covered collarbone. You looked down to yours, tugging on your shirt to see your skin.

It was bare.

“You remembered?” he asked, those prefect eyebrows coming together.

You swallowed, wondering if he knew who he was in your altered reality. “Huh?”

“You remembered that I woke you up from whatever the djinn had you under?” he explained, trying to read your features.

A relieved sigh escaped your lips as you nodded. “Oh, yeah. Yup, I remember that.”

He let out a short breath, nodding along with you. “Okay, well, I’m gonna go wake up your sister. She’s gonna wanna talk to you.”

He got up to make his way to the door, but you stopped him, grabbing his wrist. “Wait,” you called, urgently. He turned to you, that same look of concern on his face. “What’s your name?”

“Dean Winchester.”

Stars and Scars

A/N: this is only my second writing I have done for ACOTAR, but man I enjoyed writing this one. Feyre’s dress is based on Charlie Bowater’s (you know the one!) Let me know what you think!

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Rhys’ POV

Ever since the war, Feyre hadn’t been herself. I knew she needed time to process the deaths and horrors she witnessed, but I could also see how the guilt was eating her away. I hadn’t seen her smile in months. She asked me for time, and I granted that request. I could feel her falling deeper and deeper into that pit of dispair, and it would soon swallow her whole. I needed to save her before it broke her completely.

She needed a distraction, something to break the cycle of guilt and greif. I sent a tendril of my power out to Azriel, asking him to return to Velaris. Currently, he and his shadows were gathering information about the mortal queens’ movements. He’d hate me for taking him from his duty, but he would know where to find what I needed.

I made my way lazily across the roof of the townhouse, pausing to unfurl my inky wings. I sat, content to let the sunlight warm them. Not long after I had called, Azriel landed breathlessly, a bead of sweat dripping from his brow.

“What?” Was all the shadowsinger said, cocking his head quizzically.

“Hello to you, too,” I grinned, dipping my head. “Our High Lady is in need of our assistance,” I responded, Azriel lifted a brow in confusion, but stayed silent. “I need a favor….”

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Feyre’s POV

The sun shone brightly upon the florists quarters, casting it’s warmth through the open air market that Elain, Lucien and I had wandered to. Elain had decided our home was bleak, and in desperate need of “a woman’s touch.” Thus, she took it upon herself to brighten it by way of gardening.

“How about these?” Elain inquired, pointing to a packet of gladiolus seeds. “They’re usually yellow, and they only bloom at night. I could plant them in the sill outside your and Rhys’ window,” she cooed, turning to me.

“That sounds lovely, Elain.” I mumbled, forcing a small smile to my lips. Lately, it had been difficult to feel happy. To feel anything really, besides the gaping hole where my heart had been. So many things weighted me down. Mor had said that war leaves scars, but I didn’t think it would be this painful.

“Feyre, you will heal. It will just take time,” Elain murmured, concern lacing her voice. “We’re all here for you. We went through it too. You can conquer it, I know you can.” My heart lifted the tiniest bit as I recalled the strength she and Nesta had shown in that final battle. Yes, perhaps I could learn to live with this feeling; could learn to not let it overwhelm me. I met her warm brown eyes as she took my hand and squeezed. “I know,” I told her. “Thank you.”

Her mate appeared from around the corner, his copper hair shining in the mid day sun. “Have you found anything, my love?” Lucien asked her, peering over her shoulder. She leaned into his touch, but shook her head.

“I think we should start making our way home. Will you join us Feyre?” Elain inquired, turning back to me. I gave her a ghost of a smile as I summoned my wings. “No, thank you. I think I’ll fly,” I answered, and with one powerful stroke of my wings, I was airborne. When I stole one small glance back at my sister before banking for the opposite side of the river, she was smiling from ear to ear.

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Rhys’ POV

Several hours after my initial request, Azriel found me in the sitting room, his arms full of small glass orbs.

“I see you found what I asked for,” I drawled from my seat by the window,

Smirking, Azriel replied, “Took me three hours of flying around and I had to call in some favors, but yes, yes I did.” I quirked an eyebrow at him in surprise.

“I didn’t realize it would require so much effort. How horrible that must have been for you, to actually work!”

Azriel snorted, rustling his wings as he set the orbs onto the couch. Almost instantly, the orbs started to give off a yellowish glow.

“Good luck,” he taunted as he prowled out the door. I rolled my eyes at his back and set to work creating my mate’s surprise.

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Feyre’s POV

Sweat pooling down my back, I gritted my teeth as I landed roughly on the roof. Exhausted from the flight, I remembered to vanish my wings moments before I slunk into a chair. I felt a rush of my mate’s excitement at my return radiate down the bond, but was too tired to recirocate it. A note appeared on the small table beside me, and I sighed before reading it.

“Come to the dining room,” was all it said. I felt a small smile creep onto my face at that, and summoned the strength to stand.

As I glided down the stairs, the first thing I noticed was the music. The beautiful, enchanting music that we had danced to at Starfall. The memory of that night, the time Rhys and I had shared, made my heart swell. And at the bottom of the steps stood my mate. Clad in his usual black dress shirt that hugged his chest, it was unbuttoned just enough to let the upper portion of his Illyrian tattoos show. I paused halfway down to drink him in.

When he noticed, he straightened and sent a burst of amusement through our bond. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh?” I crossed my arms, stubborn as ever, and he laughed. “I feel a bit under dressed compared to you.” Glancing down, he seemed to dinally notice my dirty tunic and plain pants. Rhys’ eyes crinkled as he waved a hand and my sodden clothes shifted into a mesmerizing, flowing black dress. The straight, shimmering skirts swept the floor. Silver whorls slid up the delicate sheer sleeves and across the fitted bodice. “Better?” He asked coyly.

“It’s beautiful,” I told him, smiling softly as I took his outstretched hand.

He led me toward the kitchen, with delight twinkling in his violet gaze. His next words came out in a rush. “Now Az and I both worked very hard on this, so I hope you’ll enjoy it,” He remarked, stopping me with a hand on my shoulder. “Now close your eyes.”

I did, and let Rhys’ gentle touch guide me into the dining room. The scents of rich, spiced wine and carefully cooked roast filled my nostrils. His hand slip from my shoulder as he moved in front of me. “Okay, open.”

Tears pricked my eyes as I gasped and beheld what was in front of me. Stars, at least a hundred of them, suspended from the ceiling of the dining room. They glowed brilliantly, flickering in the fading light let in from the window. Below them sat an elegant meal; two places set at the carved oak table.

Tenatively, Rhys inquired, “Do you like it?”

Pure joy flooded through me, the first I had felt in some time. “I didn’t need you to give me the stars,” I answered, turning to him, “but they do look lovely in my dining room.” Relieved, Rhys gave me a warm smile of his own.

“Actually, they’re glowworms. Azriel rounded them up from the caves outside the city this afternoon.” He pulled out my chair and motioned for me to sit. “The little things are actually quite picky; they only glow in places they feel completely comfortable.” Placing a kiss on my hair, he added sincerely, “I needed to see you smile again, Feyre.”

He took his place across from me, and I did just that. My old self was shining through once again. I now understood that my scars truly would heal, with help from those I loved.

Looking at him from beneath my lashes, I purred, “Well, obviously they love it here, so…. Can we keep them?” Rhys blinked in surprise, and his roaring laughter echoed through the townhouse.

“For you, Feyre darling, anything.”

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anonymous asked: can you make a shiva edit? your edits are amazing! – an in depth look: shiva.shiva is a woman with pale blue skin, purple eyes with white eye shadow, pointed elvish ears and hornline protrusions that resemble icicles. she wears her long silvery hair in elaborate braids, and her body is covered by lace-pattern frost. she has sheer white sleeves made of frost and a filigree choker made of ice. she is the most friendly and compassionate of the six, and is a messenger of the gods to mortals. 

One Night

Originally posted by moxiepoints

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“That costume really suits you,” Zico complimented Dean. “Vampires have to be handsome in order to get their next meal.”

Dean laughed a bit shy about Zico’s comment. “What are you talking about?” His hair was kind of slicked back and messy at the same time. He had worn all black clothing and a black velvet cape. His neck showed a fake bite mark with blood dripping down it. Any woman would want to be his next meal but there was only one he wanted and she was standing next to the bar surrounded by people.

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