so in love with you i could vomit

Day6: dating Jae would include

▪ ALWAYS TEASING THE CRAP OUT OF YOU

▪ honestly, if you’re the type to take everything seriously, this sunshine will change your view of life 

▪ always preaching about taking life easy and not over worrying about anything

 ▪ funny thing for him to say bc he’s always internally freaking out every time you smile or even glance towards him 

▪ you and Wonpil constantly teasing him and Brian over their bromance

▪ constantly tweeting some shady shit about you, but making it hella vague so you never know if it’s about you or Wonpil

 ▪ did I mention you and Wonpil are partners in crime when it comes to picking on him?

▪ prank wars are always on between you and Wonpil against jae and his other bf

▪ with Sungjin and Dowoon (not so) silently judging you all

▪ he can’t believe he picked a prankster as a gf, he can never catch a break

▪ sometimes, tho, you’re both really sweet to each other 

▪ not very good with expressing his feelings at first, but he just feels so strongly about you-

▪ so one day all the feelings that were bottled up came out like word vomit 

▪ all you could get out of the confession was “I love you sm ok like I literally never knew how much I needed a person until I met you, bruh, like I’m so in love with your face and everything-”

▪ that was all it took for you to tackle him and kiss the life out of him, RIP jae

▪ back hugs are a must. Will actually make up excuses just to hug you from behind “I saw some lint on your sweater” “ You just looked really cold" 

▪ you always having to initiate kisses, he’s actually very shy when showing some intimacy 

▪ loves playing with your fingers and your hair, especially when you’re telling him about your day and just chilling. He’s sitting there with a stupid grin, listening to your every word 

▪ so so so supportive of everything you do and stand for

▪ your personal cheerleader. Feeling sad? Cheesy memes coming up. Feeling exhausted? Jae’s there in .0002 seconds. Feeling hungry? Jae’s already at your place with chicken wings and soda

 ▪ actually very deep and will talk to you about everything going on in his beautiful mind

▪ not a casual cuddler, but you quickly convinced him otherwise

▪ pls never ever let this chicken nugget go, I promise he’ll treat you like a princess 💖

Originally posted by iday6

Wolf cuddles

Originally posted by miss-rosalie-hale

Request: 

Hi!! I was wondering if you could do a one shot with Paul Lahote?? I just really need some fluffy Paul love. Like cuddles and just sweet kisses and “I love you.”’s sorry for bothering you! And I’m rambling sorry..but I really love your writing!

For Anon.
Words: 942

Paul Lahote x Reader  
Just brief fluff, no plot really.


“Will you leave me alone for two minutes?” You half-heartedly pushed Paul away with your free hand while the other carried the picnic basket for the bonfire.
He paid no attention to you and came behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and littered your cheek with kisses, “I can’t help myself.”
“Paul I’m serious.” But your giggling gave away that you were anything but serious.
He took your basket from your hand pulled you into his arms so that he was carrying you bridal style, “I’m serious too. How can I stop myself?”  He leaned down to nuzzle his face into your neck.

You kicked your legs as he carried you, he laughed at your giggles and when you approached the bonfire he passed a laughing Emily the picnic basket. He dropped himself down on the sand bringing your with him in his lap. His arms were locked around you as he held you there.
“Are you going to let me sit by myself?” You asked him.
He looked almost thoughtful for a moment, before kissing the tip of your nose, “Nope.”

You gave up and settled into his lap.
“This is hard to watch.” Quil stated across from you.
“Agreed, I might lose my lunch.” Embry teased and you swore at them both.

They’d been like this since Paul had accepted his imprint on you. It had taken a while at first, you’d been in the queue in front of him at the cinema and when he’d made a comment about you and your friend taking too long you’d turned to give him a piece of your mind.

Boom, imprinted.

It had taken him a few weeks to get used to the idea, he liked his carefree wolf lifestyle just as it was but the tipping point was when he’d accidentally phased in front of you at one bonfire and you’d been more interested making sure he was safe than running away. The power of the imprint was a crazy thing.

It had taken a long time to get used to having a wolf boyfriend and his temper, which had improved a great deal since he’d met you,  but you wouldn’t trade it for a thing. The only other thing that you had to deal with was his occasional, super cuddly days. On days where you didn’t have to do anything was great but when you had to walk around school wearing your wolf boyfriend almost like a backpack it was a pain in the ass.

Today was one of those super cuddly days but you couldn’t bring yourself to be annoyed at him, especially when he was smiling down at you with his cute dimples and messed up hair.
When the food was ready non-pack members always got a plate first before the pack ravaged it, Paul fetched your plate and drink and presented it to you with a fake posh accent.  
Once you’d eaten the boys started to play Frisbee while you chatted with Emily, Leah and Kim. The Frisbee landed beside you and Paul came to fetch it, he made sure to give you a kiss before going back to the game.

It happened three more times before Jacob finally snapped, “Paul what’s the point in playing if you’re just going to throw it at Y/N so that you can go and harass her?”
Paul didn’t even have the manners to look sheepish; instead he shot you an obvious wink. You shook your head at him, he came over to you and helped pull you to your feet, “Come and play with us?” He asked and kissed you.
“Ugh they’re gonna make me sick.” Embry pretended to throw up.
“Can you blame me? Look at her.” Paul announced and he wrapped his arms around your waist and spun you around.
“Don’t it’s a trap!” Quil shouted to the younger members of the pack, the last time that Paul had asked that Quil had told him that yeah, you were hot. Quil ended up with a shattered eye socket and Paul was given extra duties for a week for beating up a pack mate.

“Why don’t we let them play and go for a walk?” you asked him and he nodded vehemently. You grinned and his eagerness and guided him by the hand to wander down the beach to the tune of the rest of pack making retching noises. He dropped his arm over your shoulders and pulled you into him as you walked; you slid your arm around his back so that you could walk more comfortably against his side.

You felt him lean down and kiss the top of your head and mumble into your hair, “You know that I love you right?”
“Of course I do.” You told him and stopped walking so that you could push yourself up on your toes to kiss him. You pulled back and he almost pouted at the lack of contact, he waggled his eyebrows at you and you rolled your eyes before saying, “And I love you too.”

“Good.” He grinned and leaned down to kiss you again, his warm hand covering your cheek as his lips brushed yours. The pack was pretending to vomit again and without breaking the kiss you both flipped them off.

College Headcanons

-Dorms being separated by dynamic. Alphas are always roomed with a Beta whereas an Omega could be roomed with a Beta or another Omega

-Unlike in high school, Alphas and Omegas are allowed to take whatever classes they want and make plans to pursue whatever career they want without anybody correcting them and trying to convince them to stick to things more suited to their dynamic

-A lot of Omegas are greatly criticized for attending college instead of finding an Alpha and starting a family

-If an Alpha is unmated and in college they are highly sought after, an unmated Beta in college is also pretty common, but if you are an unmated Omega in college people will wonder what is wrong with you to where no Alpha has wanted to claim you yet

-Family housing for mated couples or single parents. An unmated Alpha trying to get through college with a kid is seen as the Alpha being a responsible and hardworking parent, whereas being an unmated Omega trying to get through college with a kid is seen as the Omega being selfish and a bad mother

-College is generally when people start feeling more free to get into same dynamic relationships or relationships with more than two people. Its not uncommon to see two Omegas making out or an Omega walking around holding the hands of two Alphas instead of one

-Omegas very dedicated to their education tend to over use heat suppressants to avoid missing classes and tests or losing time that could be spent studying

-An Alpha/Omega couple that have been together since high school and the Alpha relentlessly trying to convince the Omega that they should finally spend a heat together and officially become mates and eventually the Omega is just, “Okay fine, but if you get me pregnant before I graduate I swear to god I will spend the first three months vomiting on everything you love”

-An Alpha and Omega attending colleges really far away from each other so they send little gifts and long letters to each other. Before the Omega’s heats if they are unable to be together, the Alpha will thoroughly scent a couple blankets and send them to the Omega for their nest. The Omega keeping the Alpha on the phone or on a video call so the Alpha can help them through their heats despite not being there. When the Alpha is in class or otherwise unavailable, the Omega will spend their time sending naughty pictures and videos in an attempt to lure their mate back faster, and the Alpha doesn’t mind at all…until they accidentally open a video in middle of class at full volume…

-An Alpha and Omega reminiscing on how they first met in college and the Alpha being all, “I remember seeing you for the first time and being completely blown away by your beauty.” and the Omega is just, “I was wearing coffee stained pokemon pajamas, going on three days of no sleep, screaming at a wall in the library at 4 AM because I accidentally deleted the paper I was working on and I ran out of gummi bears.” and the Alpha just grins, “Yes, simply breath taking…”

But I know one thing: that I love you

A not-exactly-canon-divergent-could-actually-be-canon missing scene from 4x22. Title from Michael Franti & Spearhead’s “Say Hey (I love you)”

Inspired by @skylandmountain1013 saying that Melinda’s smile at the diner was suspiciously large and beaming so this happened! (Can’t wait to read her own fic based on this same idea!!)

“But I know one thing: that I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Also on AO3.


“Anybody else hungry? I’m not saying we’re definitely gonna get locked up, but if we are, I wouldn’t mind grabbing a bite to eat first.”

Melinda could feel her smile grow as Phil’s eyes landed on her. The rest of the team nodded and glanced at each other, little smiles on their faces as they slowly started making their way toward the Zephyr. Mack grasped Fitz’s shoulder, unable to speak but communicating just the same, then he and Elena stayed by him as they walked through the remains of their base. Jemma drifted to the other side of the young engineer, her hand slipped into his for a brief moment to give a comforting squeeze. Daisy led them all, with Phil and Melinda bringing up the rear.

Melinda’s whole body ached with exhaustion, but watching the team surround Fitz as they left the base left a warm feeling in her heart. She meant what she said to him–they were going to shoulder this burden together.

As a team.

As a family.

Melinda glanced at Phil, who walked a mere arm’s length away from her as they boarded the plane. It was as if he sensed she was still feeling weak and wanted to be close enough to support her if she needed it. Melinda remembered how many times he’d hovered over her since they’d escaped the Framework. She remembered the feeling of his arms wrapped tight around her, setting her down as gently as his own unused muscles were able, the feeling of his hand cupping her head gently after she’d collapsed from her fight with the android. She knew they’d made a deal to take a couple steps back, but she would be lying to herself if she didn’t acknowledge how comforting his touch was to her, how safe it made her feel, and how she wished he would hold her again.

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hes-my-silver-archer-boy-deacti  asked:

Hey, not sure if you are still doing requests, but will you pretty please do #2 for Nicky and Erik. Like maybe early on during the exchange program maybe?... I really love your writing sooooo much.

(This was sent a million years ago but I loved writing them and I hope you like it too!! You’re too goddamn kind wth)

02: “I think I’m in love with you and that scares the hell out of me.” nicky/erik

Their routine is pretty simple, now that he’s settled in. Make breakfast with Erik’s mom (the only morning person in the house), try not to burn things when Erik walks in with the sun on the hem of his smile. Go to the airy Stuttgart high school and text Erik under the desks, feel German in his mouth like something God put there directly, something his parents never touched. Wander home past palace square and pretend it’s the fresh, sunny air making him feel untouchable, not Erik’s fingers brushing his knuckles.

They sleep in the same room, three feet apart, until the house takes soft breaths and the clock is the loudest sound on the air. The hardwood is cool when Nicky climbs out of bed and Erik lifts his duvet for him.

The whole thing is indescribable. The way coming to Germany felt like breaking out of prison, and Erik Klose at the arrival gate had felt like instantly stumbling upon a five star hotel with his name on the guest list.

Every day he spends watching Erik get teased about his sexuality by his mother with a pat on the cheek and a shared laugh, every time their now mutual friends nudge him and Erik together, every church service he spends staring at the rainbow flag peeking innocently out from the decor, is another day that he can’t stop gulping in the freshness of the air.

He dreams about the conversion camp, and he wakes up in his maybe boyfriend’s arms. He falls in love with how easy it is and cries when he thinks of how easy it wasn’t and can’t always be. English rusts in his mouth.

Erik doesn’t label the thing they have, but sometimes they sit in the family’s garage on their sixth or seventh beer (eighteen Nicky. You’re legal. Stop trying to smuggle six packs past my mother like she doesn’t know what we’re doing) and they bet on how many cars will go by. Erik holds Nicky’s hand to his own heart and counts off all the verses in the bible that preach unconditional love.

“You know that whole ‘love is patient, love is kind’ thing? That’s for you too,” Erik says, tugging the hair out from behind Nicky’s ear so it curls around his face.

“Mmm. I don’t think my love would be patient. My love would get shit done.”

Erik laughs, leaning back and cradling his beer to his chest. “I don’t doubt it.”

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I Give Up - part 27 (A Baekhyun Series)

You were putting on mascara when your phone buzzed, letting you know of an incoming text. It was probably one of the friends who were meeting up later at the small bar near campus. You swiped when you recognized Minah’s name, your best friend who you had invited along. Your exams and being so busy with your boyfriend had made you neglect your best friend lately and you made her promise to join tonight.

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chemistry of an alpha - Derek Hale one shot *smut*

Originally posted by teamsciles

Summary: You didn’t avoid Derek Hale because you wanted to. But what else can you do when you’re falling for your Alpha? 

Pairing: Derek Hale x reader

Rating: Mature for heavy swearing, graphic sexual content 


“Ahem.”

You looked up from your Chemistry homework as you heard a cough behind you. Derek Hale was leaning against your doorway with his head cocked to the side, staring at you thoughtfully. You rolled your eyes and resumed your schoolwork, already knowing why he was here. 

“Go away,” you mumbled. 

“No, I’m good right here,” he announced. You ignored him.

A few beats of silence passed.

“[y/n],” he pressed. You gave him nothing, absentmindedly scanning your notes.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being jerked backwards and around, coming face to face with your intruder.

“What the hell?” you rebuked.

“That’s better,” Derek chimed. “Now, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you deadpanned, somewhat surprised you could still deflect his questions, given his persistence. Then again, you were always good at avoiding things, a skill useful for dodging the rest of the pack’s investigation. You didn’t back down when Scott offered to give you a ride home just as an excuse to prod you, when Isaac cornered you at your locker with his sad puppy eyes, or even when Allison tried to literally hug information out of you. 

You crossed your arms over your chest and stared stonily at Derek, unimpressed by his interrogation tactics.

You couldn’t even process the next few seconds as he swiftly grabbed the arm of your swivel chair and abruptly pulled you towards him, backtracking to your bed. He sat down so you were eye-level. 

Your eyebrows nearly disappeared into your hairline.  

“Let’s try that again,” Derek enunciated slowly. You crinkled your nose at him because what the fuck is his problem?

“What the fuck is your problem?” 

“What the fuck is your problem?” Derek scoffed. “Even without the pack telling me you’ve been weird and distant lately, it’s obvious you’re not yourself.” 

You cursed inwardly. The pack had ratted you out. You shouldn’t be surprised since everyone basically flocked to Mommy Derek at the first sign of trouble. They were cute that way. 

“Still,” you huffed, shifting uncomfortably in your seat under Derek’s scrutiny. “You didn’t have to manhandle me–”

“Just tell me what’s up,” Derek continued nonchalantly, glossing over your complaint. “Your heart’s beating really fast and you’ve reeked of anxiety for days. If there’s a problem, you’re supposed to tell me. I’m your Alpha.” 

Goosebumps rose along your spine at his words. I’m your Alpha. The phrase echoed in your mind. It manifested in images of Derek whispering it in your ear while he fingered you from behind, rasping it out while he held your head down to fuck your mouth. You closed your eyes, frustrated by how much Derek’s authority affected you. Fucking Alpha. 

“Excuse me?” 

Your eyes shot open. You hadn’t meant to say that out loud. 

“No! I–that wasn’t, um…” you stuttered, fumbling for ways to reverse this conversation, reverse time itself. But there was nothing you could do. Your mind went blank, not granting your mouth any usable intelligence. You felt pressure in your brain, like a blood clot that would explode if you didn’t say something soon. 

In a surge of word vomit, you hurriedly blurted out, “IthinkI’minlovewithyou.” 

And that’s when things came to a screeching halt. So much for deflection. Smooth move, genius. 

Derek looked baffled as his shoulders elevated in tension, eyes the size of saucers. 

“You’re… what?” Derek brows furrowed, seemingly searching your face for any cues that you were joking or high. 

If only. Fuck it, nothing you say at this point could make this any worse. 

“I think I’m in love with you,” you enunciated carefully. “Or–it could be something else. I don’t know. I’ve never felt this way before and it’s really freaking me out. I didn’t know what to do, so I just avoided you. And the pack. And just all of it, in general,” you rambled, wringing your hands together. 

In response, Derek’s mouth parted slightly, his two front teeth peeking out like he was about to say something, but retreated again.

And then emerged the quintessential Derek frown. He was so adorable when he was mad, even when you were the reason.  

“Look, [y/n],” Derek coughed, continuing sternly. “You don’t have to… explain. It’s okay to be confused. I’m not–I’m not mad at you.”

It was comforting that he was also stuttering over his words. Meanwhile, you tried not to swoon at how young and boyish he sounded when he was frazzled. But why wasn’t he more freaked out. He should’ve at least been a little angry. It usually took less than this to set him off. 

“You should be mad!” you assured. “Get mad. I totally deserve it. For avoiding you, then lying about it. And for… being in love with you? Because I know what you’re thinking, these teenagers and their hormones,” you said gruffly, wincing as you accidentally did a poor impression of Derek. He raised his palm up incredulously, communicating that yes, you should indeed be embarrassed.

This was getting out of hand. You were all over the place and the more you tried to clarify, the more agitated Derek seemed to become. 

“This is ridiculous. I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m too young for you and I need to stop kidding myself. I know that… I know,” your voice strained. You weren’t sure what burned more, your cheeks or the stinging behind your eyes. 

The truth is, you did have feelings for Derek. And it was rather terrifying. 

Because it would be obvious to anyone that Derek Hale was the perfect human specimen, with his tall, burly frame and Greek God jawline, armored in leather jackets and boots. That was your first impression when you met him. You, on the other hand, must have looked disastrous.

Before the pack and Derek, you were in a foster care system that left you abused and broken. When you decided to run away, you had no prospects or money. It was Derek that had found you, lost and dying in the woods. All you saw were sharp teeth and red eyes before you blacked out. 

When you’d woken up, you were warm and safe. He had given you the bite, but also so much more. He had taken you under his wing and polished you off, given you guidance and shelter. It took a while to trust him, but when you did, he promised to turn you from a scared runaway into a warrior. And he delivered. 

He introduced you to the pack, the family you never had. He taught you how to defend yourself, showing you strength you only dreamed about. But he also told you to use the bite to help other people, that power didn’t have to be destructive.

When you were human, you cowered away from people, fading into the background. You couldn’t trust anyone, couldn’t even trust yourself. But with Derek’s help, you learned to fight, speak your mind, and trust your instincts.

And therein lies the problem. Every time you were around Derek, every instinct in your body told you to jump his bones. You physically ached for him, your body buzzing with anxiety whenever you tried to stifle your need. 

It wasn’t even just the physical stuff. Underneath his tough exterior, Derek had a heart of gold. You’d seen enough cruelty to know that Derek was the opposite. He was the most generous person you’d ever known, sharing his home with a bunch of misfit teenagers, nursing lost puppies back to health. 

Even though Derek had rescued you, he’d never indicated that he was remotely attracted to you. He just regarded you as another annoying Beta through lectures and demands. Every once in a while, if you reached a new milestone, socially or physically, he would pull you into an awkward hug or stiffly pat your head while you tried to cough away your laughter.

It was obvious he would never return your feelings, so you spent an embarrassingly large portion of day figuring out ways to avoid Derek, which led to avoiding the pack because they were always together. But attendance was required at pack meetings, so you sat as far away from everyone as possible and looked down the whole time, only speaking when directly addressed. 

Everyone was bound to notice your strange behavior eventually. You just didn’t expect Derek to confront you about it directly, assuming he wasn’t into pack drama. 

Once again, you’d underestimated his capacity to care. 

And judging from the way he was clenching his fists and gazing a hole into his jeans, apparently he’d underestimated your capacity to complicate his life. 

The last thing you wanted to was to make things harder for Derek, but this confrontation resulted in exactly that.

“Look, let’s just pretend this didn’t happen, alright? Everyone has psychotic episodes sometimes,” you laughed nervously. “I won’t avoid you anymore–unless you want me too. I’ll leave you alone. Or, should I move out? Yeah, I’m going to move out. I’ll just go now, sorry.” 

Without even looking at Derek, you rushed to your door, wiping the dew that had gathered at the corner of your eyes. You reached for your doorknob, but staggered backwards as you felt a hand close over your wrist. You yelped and closed your eyes as you gracelessly collided into something solid.

Your arms tucked into your chest, instinctively protecting you from the impact. You opened your eyes when you felt a breath fan over your forehead, and realized that Derek had you cradled against his chest with an arm locked around your back.  

“Derek, what–” 

“You’re not going anywhere,” he grunted as he slammed his lips to yours. 

Your went catatonic with shock, body rigid in Derek’s arms. 

You were in Derek’s arms. Derek Hale’s arms in that blue Henley shirt that felt so soft and warm against you and his mouth, full and moist, pressing against yours–

You were broken out of your trance when you felt Derek’s wet tongue graze your chapped bottom lip. Oh. 

You unfolded your arms and threw them around his neck, lunging forward to finally comply with his movements. Your tongue snaked out to meet his, eagerly applying pressure and then retreating again, battling then teasing. Derek signaled that your efforts were fruitful as he growled into the your mouth, the sound traveling from the back of his throat to your core. 

It was all dueling tongues and gnashing teeth. Of course this is how Derek would kiss, intense and ardent, almost clinical in the way he switched between squeezing your hip and biting your lip. 

And then oxygen was becoming an issue. Your body felt warm, too warm. Too much was happening too fast. You placed your palms against Derek’s chest, using all your strength to shove him away. 

He faltered backwards, a look of astonishment twisting his features. 

“What the hell?” he asked. He glared at you, but you could only focus on his chest as it heaved up and down, trying to calm your own breathing. 

“Are we doing this?” you asked, voice wavering with emotion. “Because you’re still my Alpha. And I’m still a teenager.”

“You’re 18,” Derek deadpanned.

“I’m still in high school!” Derek’s gaze softened as you raised your voice. 

You just couldn’t just rush into this. This was too important. You needed to know Derek’s intentions, because you didn’t just want a hurried groping session, a one night stand. You wanted all of it, all of him. Anything less would just cheapen your feelings. 

For once, you actually believed that you deserved better than a guy just using you and throwing you away. And this is what Derek taught you, to stand up for yourself. It’s not that you believed Derek would take advantage of you; you just needed some confirmation that this was real. 

“I know that,” Derek approached you again. You promptly straightened out your back, trying to hold your ground. 

But your voice betrayed you, folding under the weight of your next question, “Then, why did you kiss me?” 

“Because I don’t care anymore. I can’t keep pretending there’s nothing here,” he confessed, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, delicately caressing your forehead in his path. You leaned into his palm. 

“Oh… wait, then, what are you saying?”

Derek exhaled.

“I mean… I don’t know. It wasn’t always like this. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I always knew you were strong, I knew it the moment I found you. Then one day, something changed. You changed. You weren’t that same girl anymore. All of a sudden, you became this intelligent, self-possessed, beautiful young woman. And I couldn’t just keep patting your head and pretending things were still normal between us.”

You bit your lip and looked down. 

“So, it’s not just me, then? You felt it too?” you asked shyly, too afraid to look at him. 

Derek nudged your chin upwards with his knuckle, using his thumb to stroke your jaw. 

“Definitely.” He granted you a small smirk, his eyes twinkling. 

That was all the confirmation you needed as you charged forward to press your lips against his and snaked your arms around his waist, pulling him flush against you. Derek responded immediately by fisting your hair and cupping your jaw, enveloping you into his warm embrace. 

You felt around for the hem of his shirt, lifting the edge of the material. Derek pulled away as you raised it over his head and threw it aside. You panted while you took him in, admiring the smattering of dark chest hair that decorated the hard planes of his chest. The rest of him was smooth, aside from a treasure trail that disappeared behind his jeans.

In a surge of confidence, you decided you wanted him to see you too. You stepped back and lifted your tank top over your head, leaving you only in a red bra. 

You heard Derek inhale a sharp breath. You were slightly disappointed when he maintained eye contact with you, the veins in his neck straining against his skin, like he was still trying to be respectful. 

You walked towards him and grabbed his wrist, guiding his palm between the valley of your breasts. You eyelids fluttered shut as Derek’s hand slowly drifted down your torso, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin just below your belly button. 

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” you admitted airily. “I finally have you.” 

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Derek’s said, voice gruff with earnestness. No one had every spoken to you this way. 

You felt your chest flush as you scoffed, whispering, “Not as beautiful as you.” 

When you opened your eyes, Derek was looking at you somberly. He reached forward and brushed your hair away from your face and kissed you tenderly, much softer than before. You were pliant against him, curving and arching into him every time he moved. Your hands found his hips, squeezing the defined flesh before you started to unbuckle his belt. 

You palmed Derek over his boxers, his hips bucking involuntarily into your hand as he groaned into your mouth. Pulling away, you trailed your mouth over his jaw and neck, sponging open mouthed kisses down his chest and abdomen until you were on your knees, eye-level with his erection. 

“[y/n], you don’t have to,” Derek protested. He palmed your jaw upwards to look at you. You grinned up at him. 

“I know,” you said, slowly stroking him. “I’ve just always wanted to know what it’s like to suck off Derek Hale.” 

You gave no warning before you took the head of his shaft fully into your mouth. You watched Derek throw his head back and hiss. 

“Fuck, [y/n],” Derek cursed. He reached down and placed a comforting hand on the back of your head, his fingers combing through your hair. 

Any sort of encouragement was highly appreciated at this point, because even looking at Derek’s cock was intimidating. You weren’t exactly surprised by his considerable size, especially since his bulge always gave him away. But nothing you’d imagined could’ve prepared you for the real thing.

Noticing the prominent vein underneath his shaft, you lifted his cock vertically. You satisfied your urge to kiss him along the feature, trailing your mouth up to his tip. 

“What are you doing? Are you… fuck, that’s so hot,” Derek complimented, his tone gravelly. You smirked, looking up at him through your lashes. 

“You’re too pretty not to kiss,” you teased, but it was completely true. You licked a stripe up his shaft. Taking a deep breath, you stretched your mouth open as far as you could, taking in all of him. Or really, as much as possible, which was about half. You pumped the remaining portion, palm twisting up and down. 

“Oh my god, [y/n], where the fuck did you learn to do that?” 

You giggled. “What, this?” 

Gripping Derek’s thighs to anchor you forward, you bobbed your head back and forth, sucking him off while you continued to stroke him.

Derek’s responded with a fist tangling in your hair, guiding your head against him. 

It was turning you on so much that you were affecting Derek that you slipped a hand into your shorts, rubbing yourself over your underwear.

You reminded yourself to breathe through your nose while Derek filled you. Derek Hale was inside of you and nothing else could ever be this important. 

You couldn’t help but moan against Derek’s cock as you pleasured yourself, using your other hand to fondle his balls. Profanities tumbled incoherently from his lips as your moans vibrated against him.

You stopped suddenly when you felt him tug your hair backwards. Derek fell out of your mouth with a little pop! as you pulled away. Derek grasped your shoulders and pulled you up to stand. 

“If you keep doing that, I’m not gonna be able to hold back,” Derek warned, pressing his forehead against yours. He affectionately stroked your cheek with him thumb. 

You felt giddy, beaming with delight and a twinge of pride. 

“Who says I want you to hold back?” 

You could’ve sworn you saw Derek’s eyes flash red. 

“Trust me, sweetheart. I could make you regret those words.” Derek’s voice was rough and scratchy, the tone sending shivers up your spine. 

“You sure about that? Let’s find out,” you challenged, the thought of Derek dominating you jolting your senses. 

Derek softly chuckled. “Let’s save that for next time.” 

Next time. Derek wanted a next time. 

“Right now, I want you to undress.” 

Your mouth went dry at his command. There was that authority you loved so much. 

Hooking your thumbs into your waistband, you bent over and slid the material down your legs, stepping out of them. You were now clad only in a pair of black panties and a red bra. You passively regretted your choice to forego matching underwear. 

But Derek didn’t seem to mind as he blatantly stared at your legs, giving you a once over. He walked towards you, staring directly into your eyes. 

You whimpered when Derek’s thumb pressed to your bottom lip, folding the flesh under, the gesture prompting you to part your mouth. 

“So beautiful,” he whispered. He leaned forward to kiss you, slowly and softly. This was a sharp contrast to the way he suddenly swooped down, still attached to your mouth. You yelped at his sudden movements, arms wrapping intuitively around his neck. He grabbed the back of your thighs to lift you up into his arms. 

He held you to him as he started walking, an arm locked around your waist, the other grasping your neck to keep you in place. You were ridiculously turned on that he could carry you so effortlessly. 

Derek descended and you felt your knees touch the mattress. He sat down with you in his lap. You continued exploring his mouth, your hands trailing his back. You scorched his shoulder blades with scratches you knew would heal seconds later. 

Your actions elicited a grunt from Derek, who was also engrossed with your back. You felt the rough pads of his calloused fingertips knead forcefully, his aggression causing you to arch away in bliss. With a tweak of his fingers, you felt him undo your bra. 

You broke away, observing Derek while you nervously slid your bra straps down your arms, your hands shaking. Derek’s tongue flicked out against his lips as he admired you, his immediate reaction easing your worries. He wasted no time, littering kisses down your chest, palming your breasts. You threw your head back and moaned.

“You’re so perfect, sweetheart,” Derek rasped as he nuzzled your neck. You felt over-stimulated with Derek rubbing you and kissing you simultaneously. Needing to relieve tension, you involuntarily started grinding on Derek’s lap, pressing your panty-covered sex over Derek’s thick erection. 

You moved together, Derek guiding you back and forth with his hands on your ass and lips on your collarbone. You clung to his broad shoulders for support. 

When Derek suddenly bit down on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, you gasped in pain and surprise. You were already healing. The gesture actually felt intimate and romantic instead of violent, a throwback to the first bite Derek ever gave you. Even now, when you were tangled in his limbs, he seemed afraid that you would slip away. 

“Mine,” he whispered into your neck.

He was trying to mark you. 

“All yours, always been,” you promised. 

You burrowed your face into his neck, returning his affection by lapping at his skin, not feeling brave enough to bite your Alpha. 

“Please, Derek,” you pleaded, trying to communicate your desire. 

“Shh,” he murmured. “Don’t worry, I got you.” 

Giving your ass one final squeeze, he slid his fingers into your underwear, spreading your wetness along your slit. In response, you dug your fingernails into his shoulders as you desperately rode his hand, your desire becoming frantic. 

Suddenly, he pulled his hand away. You whimpered at the loss of contact, but then cried out when Derek slipped your panties to the side and entered you in one swift motion. 

“Fuck!” you exclaimed as Derek filled you to the hilt. After letting you adjust, he moved slowly, holding onto your hips as he glided in and out. You felt his cock stretch your walls, clenching your thighs every time his tip grazed your g-spot. Derek was everywhere, around you and inside you. 

His hands were restless, alternating between gripping your hips and tugging at your hair. His teeth grazing against your nipple left you a squirming mess above him. You cradled his face and leaned forward to kiss him. Arching your back, you gave your hips leeway to meet Derek’s movements. 

“That’s it, baby. Ride me,” Derek urged.     

His command rang in your ears. It thrilled you that Derek was giving you control.

You braced some of your weight on your knees, ascending from Derek’s lap. Using his shoulder’s for leverage, you raised yourself just until you reached his tip, then slammed your hips back down. You picked up your pace, trying to match Derek’s earlier momentum.

“Is this how you want me?”

Derek growled his approval.

His encouragement made you feel sexy and wanted even in your fervid state. You could hear the distinct slap of your ass against Derek’s thighs reverberate through the expanse of your bedroom. The assault from Derek’s mouth left your chest decorated with red bruises. Your breasts bounced in rhythm with your exertions.

One of Derek’s hands gripped the flesh of your ass. The other reached behind you to clamp down on your shoulder, helping you descend down his enlarged shaft.

“Are you close to coming?” he asked. He reasoned with you so calmly that you were actually embarrassed by just how close you were. You felt a knot tighten just below your stomach and you knew you would burst soon.

You couldn’t even formulate an coherent response, resorting to just emphatically nodding your head.

He relinquished his hold, reaching down to rub your clit. His rough fingertips fervently moved against your sensitive nub, the stimulation breaking your rhythm. Derek took over again as he wrapped an arm around your waist to hold up your thrashing form as he pounded into you.

“Derek… Derek!”

You cried out as your walls contracted, your eyes screwing shut as you reached your orgasm. A few erratic pumps later, Derek was joining you at your peak. You climaxed together, him groaning into your chest while you hung on to his shoulders. 

Your body shook as you came down from your high, your head hung low on Derek’s shoulder. Your body felt so numb, you couldn’t even figure out where you ended and he began. Your sweat, breath, even skin seemed to melt together. Derek rocked you back and forth in his lap, combing his fingers through your hair and cooing mantras of “shhh” and “I’m here, baby” into your ear.

Derek did what he always does–he took care of you.

“So,” you mumbled, finally breaking the silence. “That just happened.”

Derek snorted. 

“Hey, [y/n]?” 

“Hmm?” 

You sat up to look at Derek. 

“I’m in love with you, too.” 

You merely blinked at Derek’s admission, completely caught off guard. Were you still delirious from your orgasm or did Derek Hale just say he loves you? 

What?” 

“You heard me,” Derek quipped, avoiding your gaze, opting instead to fiddle with a strand of your hair.

“But… you know you don’t have to say that, right?” you nudged his face to look at you. “I know we just had sex, but I didn’t put out to force you into saying ‘I love you’ back. Like I said, I don’t even know for sure if I love you–”

“That’s fine,” Derek interrupted you, cracking a smile. “Really, it’s okay. I still love you. And you can say it back when you’re ready. I can wait for that.”

“Really?” you asked shyly. 

“Of course,” he rolled your eyes, his attitude evoking a giggle from you. 

“Aww, what a sweet Alpha,” you playfully taunted as you ruffled his hair. 

Derek immediately stiffened, his hand lashing to grab your wrist mid-ruffle. 

“You know what? I take it back,” Derek heckled, smirking. “I don’t love you.” 

Your jaw dropped at his quip. You were sitting in Derek Hale’s lap, naked, while he made flirty banter. You faced murderous supernatural creatures on a daily basis and this was the most bizarre moment of your life.    

“Is that so?” You squinted your eyes at him. “Well then, I’ll just have to find myself new man. Actually, I think Scott just came home, and since he’s the true Alpha–”

Derek suddenly grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you forward, pressing his lips to yours in an impassioned kiss. You smiled against his mouth, slightly entertained by his possessive nature. Even though your favorite werewolf couldn’t take a joke, you wouldn’t change a thing. 

Derek Hale was finally yours.  

ok so I promised viktuuri baby headcanons and I’m here to deliver

this is pretty much a thread on twitter, but I’ll consolidate it here for convenience:

  • I hope Viktor and Yuuri become really embarrassing co-coach dads to their adopted daughter one day.
  • They’d probably name her Lyuba, because she’s the embodiment of their life and LOVE. Plus Lyuba Katsuki sounds really cute.
  • Viktor is a fan of L words after all, so I’m like 99.9% sure he’d give his kid a name beginning with L.
  • Nicknames: Lyubochka, Lyubov (thanks @3ubra).
  • I feel like she’d somehow have Viktor’s exact personality and heart-shaped smile despite being completely adopted.
  • Physically, she looks like Yuuri’s mom (which is part of the reason why they adopted her).
  • ((but her hair ends up wavy as she gets older, she has multiple beauty marks scattered on her face, and a tooth gap. She’s an absolute charmer))
  • Anyway she’s a horrible, spoiled heathen that makes Yuuri go prematurely gray because he is definitely the overprotective hover dad.
  • Meanwhile, Viktor is the free spirit papa that interprets her brattiness and tantrums as “self expression” and spoils her ten ways to Sunday.
  • ((they both spoil her though, let’s be real. Yuuri just tries to be subtle about it))
  • (((he isn’t)))
  • Obviously when she’s a kid, she clings to Viktor and favors him while saying awful things like “I don’t like daddy, he’s sooo boring.”
  • Yuuri’s heart breaks a lot but Viktor is there to pick up the pieces and Lyuba has him wrapped around her finger so he doesn’t mind being walked all over… :,)
  • ((tbh the only reason she’s so callous is because kids are kinda cruel until they learn other people have feelings too))
  • Because she’s a lot like Viktor, she also picks up on Yuuri’s moods really easily (which is why she’s so good at manipulating him into getting what she wants)
  • But my point is, when Yuuri has bad days and Viktor isn’t there and even Makkachin can’t help, Lyuba kinda just crawls into his lap and cheers him up…
  • She’ll push a picture she drew of their whole family into Yuuri’s face or yank at his face and ears until Yuuri gets out of his head and looks at her, and she just grins this huge ol’ smile that reminds Yuuri of Viktor so bad his heart melts and he can’t help but return it…
  • Then when Lyuba knows Yuuri is giving her his undivided attention, she babbles stories to take his mind off the bad thoughts……. :,,,,)
  • Later when Viktor comes home, he finds Yuuri asleep on the couch with Lyuba sprawled on his chest and Makkachin curled over Yuuri’s feet.
  • (Also Lyuba definitely has a Swar*vski crystal tiara tangled in her hair because you know she would)
  • This is Viktor’s phone lock screen if this wasn’t already obvious.
  • Lyuba goes on to skate and be a world champion and makes her dads proud, both as coaches and as parents
  • (Yuri is probably her ballet instructor)
  • Speaking of Yuri, he babysits occasionally when he’s not busy and is a terrible terrible influence, teaches her how to prank her fathers and push the other kids into the sand lol.
  • Yuri is the favorite uncle. Yuuri thinks it’s cute up until he realizes how bad of an influence Yuri is.
  • Viktor is like “but Yuuri they’re getting along so well!” And Yuuri is like “This is not the kind of getting along I wanted!!”
  • Yuuri has a three page list in small font of recommended activities for them to do while he and Viktor go out. Yuri chucks it in the trash.
  • Mila babysits too, and she’s the only one Yuuri knows he can actually trust with his child (hell if he could raise Lyuba with Mila, he would).
  • Georgi tried to babysit once, but Lyuba bullied him about his hair so much, the he cancelled early an went home crying.
  • Yakov and Lilia are the only two “babysitters” that are stern with her, and Lyuba actually behaves herself around them.
  • Yakov is also convinced that Lyuba is Viktor’s secret love child because she is far too much like him to be just adopted.
  • He tells all his conspiracy theories to Lilia, who finds holes in all of them.
  • Yuuri’s parents adore her to pieces: they insist they bring her to Japan for the coming of age ceremonies, and dress her up for every holiday.
  • Mari looks after her if everyone else is busy, and Lyuba really likes her aunt Mari’s piercings.
  • Minako wants to immediately raise her into the next skating prodigy, which Yuuri protests.
  • Chris and Phichit mail her extravagant gifts all the time.
  • In general, Lyuba grows up pretty well known in the entire worldwide skating community as the child of two of the greatest male figure skaters in history.
  • Of course when she’s older, Lyuba’s affection is a lot more even, she loves both her fathers equally and if she approaches one individually, it’s just because he handles the problem better than the other one would.
  • She’s actually really embarrassed by how bratty she was as a kid. Yuuri and/or Viktor often recount stories while she screeches at them to stop.
  • Even Yuri tries to embarrass her sometimes. “You may be a world gold medal champion, but I changed your diapers.”
  •  Yuri, tossing back a flask: “I let you vomit on me so your dads could go on a date and get some action at a hotel, as if they were still in their honeymoon period.”
  • Lyuba, covering her face: “Oh my god please stop.”
  • She apologizes to Yuuri for being such a jerk as a kid and Yuuri is like, “I married your papa, I signed up for this.”
  • MEANWHILE, VIKTOR,
  • Viktor: oh Lyubochka don’t worry, your daddy likes being bullied and bossed around ;)
  • Lyuba: I want to die immediately
  • Yuuri: *already ascending*
  • He’d be the horrible parent that drops hints about his sex like with his husband now that their kid is an adult 
  • Though let’s be real; why wait until she’s an adult? Viktor is shameless and Yuuri is constantly covering their Lyuba’s ears.
  • “VIKTOR SHUSH, LYUBA IS RIGHT THERE!!!!" 
  • "Yuuri, our daughter is one and a half, she has the memory of an earth worm. We can have sex while she naps as long as we don’t wake her up.”
  • Poor Yuuri, between Viktor being himself and their daughter’s rebellious years he has so many gray hairs.
  • Yuri comes over like "oh my god I thought Asian people aged well.”
  • What Yuuri wants to say: “I’m kinda trying to raise the literal spawn of Satan, with the Devil himself”
  • What he does say: “not when they’re married to Viktor Nikiforov they don’t!!”
  • Viktor just kind of shrugs and tries to look innocent while cradling Lyuba.
  • It was in that moment that Yuri decided he would never ever get married.
  • He tells this to Mila, who’s engaged to Sara, at practice the next day and she laughs in his face and says “give it time.”

Anyway, that’s all I have so far, I’m probably going to eventually write a mini series about Viktor and Yuuri retiring and then adopting/raising Lyuba.

OUTLANDER SENTENCE STARTERS
  • No, I said I won’t have you dying for nothing. 
  • I won’t be. I’ll be dying with you.
  • Look, you told me that you could never get close to your mother, that she lived in another world. Well, maybe she’s trying to show you that world.
  • It’s not important if I believe it. She believes it. I’m just saying, we need to keep an open mind.
  • Only two people know what the truth really is, and one of them is dead. Too bad it wasn’t you.
  • Can I ask you something? How do you do it? Finally say goodbye to that one person you loved most in all the world?
  • Truth is, I’ve never been very good at saying goodbye.
  • But that’s the hell of it, isn’t it? Whether you want to say goodbye or not, they’re gone and you have to go on living without them. Because that’s what they would want.
  • Well then maybe we’ll all get to watch her slam her head into a five ton slab of granite.
  • May he have mercy on us all.
  • What kind of god creates a world where monsters thrive and beauty and purity is rewarded with poverty and death?
  • The same kind of god who also offers an opportunity for redemption.
  • I’ve been dying for years. It’s a wearisome process. I welcome its conclusion.
  • It’s like you read my mind.
  • I kept my word. I lay my vengeance at your feet.
  • I must say, this is a damned inconvenient time to be conciliatory.
  • Why did you pretend not to recognize me? I was afraid you would just blurt out my real name.
  • I know what you did. You championed me and exiled me both at the same time.
  • What am I to do with such a bloodthirsty barbarian?
  • Is your thirst for slaughter not quenched yet?
  • Surely there’s another woman you could have kiss you goodbye?
  • Fortune drops out of the sky and onto our doorstep. Convenient, is it not? 
  • Why should we waste time with all this Shiite?
  • It’s been horrible. He forced me to mend his socks and to fetch his meals.
  • I think I know a wee bit more about this than you do.
  • So, will I be allowed to join you at dinner tonight?
  • They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.
  • We may have to rethink our decision not to lie to one another.
  • And you, witch who sucks the cock of the devil. I’ll see you in hell.
  • You’re not what I ordered. But, you’ll do.
  • You should have trusted me with that knowledge from the beginning.
  • Every now and then it is OK for you to lie to me, you know, just to put my mind at ease.
  • Aye. I’ll remember that for the next time.
  • I’ve been thinking. Remember you said I owe you a life because you saved mine? Well, I saved yours as well at least as often. Seems to me we’re even.
  • Ashamed. Like I’m a different person now, and I’ll never be the same.
  • So you had to start yourself up with a whore before you could stand to be with me?
  • This is wonderful news. Why did you wait until now to tell me?
  • The way I see it, we’re doing a bad thing for a good reason.
  • Isn’t that what all bad people say?
  • Well, I am an unusual lady. At least I used to be.
  • Told you that dress would bring us grief.
  • How can you save a man that doesn’t want saving?
  • I lie here feeling I will die without your touch, but when we do touch, I want to vomit with shame.
  • If you take away the one last thing that makes sense to me, then I will die with you, right here now.
  • You think I cannot control the darkness I inhabit? One way or another, I will get a response from you.
  • Love forces a person to choose. You do things you never imagined you could do before.
  • Go get the shovel.
  • You might want to remember who has the pistol.
  • It looks like I’m going to a fucking barbecue.
  • I want you ____. I want you so much I can scarcely breathe. Will you have me?
  • You are my home now, ____. 
  • It’s often something like this. But, no, this is unusual. It’s different.
  • Take off your shirt. I want to look at you.
  • I’ll never forget when I came out of the church and saw you for the first time, It was as if I stepped outside on a cloudy day and suddenly the sun came out.
  • Doesn’t it bother you that I’m not a virgin?
  • You control your nerves. Your nerves do not control you.
  • It doesn’t matter where you come from. You’re here.
  • Sometimes I wonder what I did to make the devil punish me like this. 
Sam's heaven

(A/N): So I really miss writing supernatural and I had just watched the dark side of the moon and I wanted to write a lil something about it 

Summary: Sam and Dean are trapped in heaven, forced to relive their memories but what they both see is not what they expected 

 Warnings: angst? Swearing, that’s it :) 


Originally posted by adaav

   Dean and Sam were trapped in heaven; no big deal, they just had to avoid any and all angels, traverse through their best moments, and make it back home. That wasn’t too hard, was it?


    Dean’s memories had all been of family, of a time much happier than the one now. Even Sam couldn’t help the small smile that remained on his face as he watched Dean interact with people from his past; Like their own mother Watching Dean with his mom pulled at Sam’s heart strings; he wondered if they had lived a normal life if maybe he would’ve been dressed up in small flannel and horrendously ugly t-shirts, maybe he’d have had the crusts cut off of his pb&j, maybe he would have actually had a nice, functioning family. But that’s not the way it played out and he was stupid to hope for such a thing anyways. 


   Everything had been smooth until they reached sam’s memories; his best moments. There was one with his dog, only weeks after he left John and Dean, there was another on thanksgiving with a family that had been much kinder to him than his own, but the ones that really stuck with him were the ones with (Y/N). They had been his significant other since the day he left John, not really, but that was the day he met them. He’d gone to a diner, plopped down and ordered himself the most expensive burger he could, he deserved to celebrate after all. 

    “Looks like something’s got Mr. Sasquatch down,” His waiter- (Y/N)- smiled at him softly. “You okay?” Sam’s nose crinkled a bit as he looked at the menu. Did they- had they just asked if he was okay? No one ever cared enough about him to ask if he was okay. This person had even noticed that he wasn’t feeling okay and they asked him about it.

    “Uh yeah- just a bit of a hard day really,” (Y/N) smiled as they set their little notepad down, instead taking a seat right across from Sam. 

   "Wanna tell me about it? I’ll even buy your food for you,“ No one had ever been that kind to Sam, no one but (Y/N). It felt nice to finally have someone care, even if it was just a stranger. So that day Sam poured his heart and soul into his conversation with (Y/N), telling them all about his shitty childhood, about his father, about dean. For hours he talked with them and during some point the conversation had drifted from his past to other things, things like law school, art, nature, even animals. Not once in his life had Sam felt so comfortable around someone, (Y/N) was different like that and Sam absolutely loved it. But for now that wasn’t the memory he was reliving, in fact, it was a memory from months after they first met. 

    "Who the hell is that?” Dean whispered as he watched the memory unfold. 

   It dark outside, but the stars above seemed to illuminate everything splendidly. It was a large field, much like the one from Dean’s memory and in the middle of it was (Y/N). Sam’s throat choked up a bit as he looked at them, at their curious eyes, and beautiful smile. 

   "Sam, the hell is this?“ But Sam wasn’t listening, he was too focused on (Y/N). "Sam- Sammy, the hell are you doing?” Dean whispered as Sam walked forward, completely ignoring his brother. He was almost dazed really to see (Y/N) after all this time, even if it was just his own memory. 

   "Sorry I’m late,“ Sam breathes out as he sits down beside (Y/N), still in awe over how beautiful they looked. "I got lost on the way here,” (Y/N) smiled and laughed softly, their nose crinkling in a way that had his heart aching. 

   "It’s okay, you’re actually right on time,“ (Y/N) pointed to the sky, directing Sam’s gaze upwards. Above them millions of stars shined brightly, creating a sight too beautiful for words.

    It was their annual date night (every Friday to be exact) but rather than stay inside and watch some shitty tv shows (as per they usually did. They were poor college students after all) (Y/N) had hauled Sam along to watch the stars; They had always been a bit of an astronomy geek so they were more than excited to show Sam the starry sky.

    "Isn’t it beautiful?” (Y/N) asked softly as they looked to the sky in awe, their eyes twinkling so brightly that Sam wanted to cry. 

   "Yeah,“ Sam nodded as he stared at them. "It sure is," 


    "Who the hell was that?” Dean asked as they traveled along, coming to Sam’s next memory. 

   "I dated them in college,“ Sam Shrugs a bit. "Just a fling really," 

   "That sure as hell didn’t look like a fling,” Dean scrutinized as he glared at Sam, eyes narrowed and lips pursed. “We’re you in love?" 

   "Dean-” Sam sighed as he smiled just a bit. “I’m telling you, it was nothing," 

   "Uh huh,” Dean clicked his tongue as they walked along. “I’m sure," 

  "I promise you, it was nothing-" 

   "Sam!” Sam was interrupted by yet another memory and by no surprise it was another one involving (Y/N). 

   They pounced upon him like cat, pulling him into a nearly bonecrushing hug. 

   "I was so worried, where have you been?“ Sam had gone away for a day or two, just for a little getaway from Stamford. He hadn’t told anyone where he was going and he stupidly left his phone at home. He wouldn’t need to contact anyone, he knew how to fend for himself after all. It was such a peaceful trip that Sam honestly didn’t even think about the consequences that was until (Y/N) was cupping his cheeks and staring at him with tear filled eyes. 

   "I’m sorry (Y/N),” Sam whispers, his heart clenching as he stared at (Y/N). Even after all these years seeing their expression still hurt him, seeing their worried face and pained eyes still had the same reaction as it did years ago. “I was jus out on a trip, I didn’t think to tell anyone,”

    “You fucking idiot,” (Y/N) chides although their watery chuckled completely betrayed their words. “I was so fucking scared, I was damn near close to calling the police. God- fuck you you fucking prick.” Without any warning (Y/N) leaned in, connecting their lips to Sam’s. It was their first kiss and god it had been amazing. (Y/N)’s lips felt absolutely perfect against Sam’s and if he could he’d have let them linger there all day but there was something pulling him away, forcing their lips apart. 

   "I love you (Y/N),“ Sam spews, like word vomit that he simply could not control. "I love you so much,” It was the first time he’d ever admitted to loving someone. He hadn’t even ever told his father or brother that he directly loved them, (Y/N) was a first. Sam’s breath was shaky as he looked at (Y/N), his heart pounding wildly just as it had the day he said those three words to them for real.

    “I love you too Sammy,” (Y/N) sobbed happily as they threw their arms around his neck (or at least the best they could). “I love you so fucking much,” Sam sighed again as he wrapped his arms around their waist, tugging them impossibly closer to him. His scruffy face nuzzled into their neck and he couldn’t help it when his own soft little cry fell from his lips. God- he missed (Y/N) so much, more than anyone ever; he’d give anything to be back there, back in their arms, safe and happy, oblivious to the evil around him- 

    “Sam.” Sean’s voice is softer now than it was the first time. “Sam c'mon on, we gotta go,” Sam didnt want to leave, he couldn’t leave (Y/N) a second time but he knew he had to. So with the utmost reluctancy Sam let go, letting Dean drag him away from the best thing to ever happen to him. 


   Now they were walking down a lonely stretch of road, different from either one of their memories. The air felt heavy, depressed really, so much so that it was nearly impossible for Sam to breathe, or perhaps those were the tears building behind his eyes that were making functioning so hard. 

   "So what happened to them?“ Dean asks softly, his hands stuffed in his pockets. Sam sighs as he walks on, heart heavier than it had been in a long time.

    "After a run in with a ghost I decided that it was too dangerous, the whole together thing." 

   "So you left them?" 

   "Yep, left them heartbroken too.”

   "I’d imagine so, seems like you two were really close.“

    "Yeah,” Sam sighs as he looks behind him, back at his happiest memories, or at least where they used to be, for now it was just the same never ending stretch of road. 

   "So- did you really love them?“ Dean knew he was treading on thin ice but he was curious, mighty curious.

    "Yes,” Sam nods, looking down at the water covered asphalt to avoid looking at anything else. “More than anything in this world," 

    "Y'know…if we ever get out of here you should give them call, get some closure.” Sam chuckles dryly, a harsh sound that hurt his throat.

    “They probably hate me now or some shit.”

    “Never too late to try,” Dean smiled softly as he walked on, down the endless stretch of highway that only seemed to get longer as they walked. Yeah…maybe Sam would give them a call if he ever got out. That was his motivation now, a phone call to (Y/N) if he survived.


    Sam sighed as he picked up his phone, eyeing the small thing warily.

    “Come on man,” Dean said trough a mouth of food. “You promised yourself," 

   "Yeah, yeah,” Sam dials in their number, or the number they had previously used years ago. “I know,” He stared at the numbers hesitantly, his heart racing uncontrollably. This was it. If no one answered that would be it, that’s the last time he’d ever try to contact (Y/N). 

  So with a shaking hand Sam pressed call, waiting for some message stating that the number was now disconnected or something but to Sam’s surprise the thing actually began to ring. The number was still up and running, that meant either (Y/N) hadn’t ever changed their number or someone else was now using it. 

   Sam gulped as it continued to ring again and again and again, it was almost to the last ring when it suddenly stopped, meaning that someone had finally picked up.

    “Hello?”

    “Hi, uh (Y/N)? This is Sam Winchester-”

anonymous asked:

So I've been thinking about carpool karaoke with Harry lately and I was wondering if you could do a little blurb about it?? Like y/n and Harry on a road trip just singing every song that played and him laughing at how terrible of a singer you are but like still loving you. It should be so cute and fluffy that I wanna vomit ya know?? Love you!!

Susie you should write a blurb about Harry’s girl taking charge in the bedroom!

Joined these two.  This was fun.  Bit of a surprise in here.  Haven’t written that scenario before.  Enjoy.

The trip from Los Angeles to Las Vegas was around four hours.  When Harry suggested a quick road trip and a weekend together in Vegas, you could hardly resist.  It would be the only real time together the two of you had been able to get since his solo CD had been released.

His tour was slated to start in three weeks, this gig in Vegas was strictly a fan thing.  The car was packed with the necessary food haul for a road trip though it was modified because both you and Harry were health freaks.  So instead of the standard junk food there was a cooler full of water, fruit and a nut/berry concoction Harry swore was better than sex.  You’d just have to see about that, you told him with wiggled eyebrows.

And you were off.  The first hour had been easy conversation about all the things the two of you had missed about each other’s lives while Harry had been gone promoting.  Your new job, his offer for his own record company, you made it to five mile runs without stopping, he’d graduated to being able to deadlift close to 350 lbs.  It was discussions like these that you missed the most.  Nothing important was being said yet everything important was being said.  This was the good stuff.  The things about Harry that no one else knew but you.  Mundane details that were insignificant but made up who he was.  All the reasons you loved him.

You thumbed through your Spotify, smiling to yourself when you connected your phone to his truck’s Bluetooth and turned on your roadtrip playlist.

Harry looked over at you,

“What’s this?”

“I made it special.  When you suggested a roadtrip I knew we had to have music.  What roadtrip is complete without music.”

Harry reached over to squeeze your hand,

“Very true, My Love.”

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Drunk Confession // Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by y--oko

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader (ft. Yoongi)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary//Request: You’ve always been the one to come to Namjoon’s side when he needs you the most - and tonight is no exception. But just when you think it’s going to be like any other night, Namjoon tells you how he really feels about you.

A/N: I was planning to make this into smut, but I’m just not feeling smut for this type of story. So, enjoy fluffy, drunk Namjoon instead ^^

This scenario contains text message imagines ^.^

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Auston Matthews - Don’t Drop Your Gloves

Originally posted by suicidepokecheck

“This might be a handful to take in but I’m explaining it the best way I can. Can you do an Auston Matthews one where you two are in an argument and he starts swinging his arms around because he’s frustrated. But what he doesn’t know is that you used to be in a past/abusive relationship and you think he’s gonna hit you so you run off to wherever and then make up. Sorry if that’s a lot!” @turtleloveruniverse-blog

Word count: 1154

warnings: talk of cheating, ptsd from relationship abuse, fighting, cussing

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You had flown out to stay at your boyfriend’s place all week since he needed help packing up to move back to Arizona for the off-season. Auston Matthews was a great boyfriend and athlete but, could not prioritize his time for the life of him. Most of the week was stressful, for you, since you were trying to organize packing and the hauling situation before his lease was up. Although, this particular morning was a bit more relaxing. Most of the work was already done so, you had some time to sleep in while Auston went out for a morning work-out with a few of his teammates.

At least, you had tried to sleep in. Your phone was buzzing every two seconds until you caved in to open your notifications. multiple numbers sending you screenshots of the same thing. 

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100 ways to say “I love you” | 18

Originally posted by kuromel

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, drabble

Word count: 1157

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, vomiting, casual/nonserious mentions of death

100 ways to say “i love you” ➞ 18. “Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.”

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anonymous asked:

lance with what seems like a small cold but then all of a sudden he can't stop coughing and vomiting occurs if you like and there is awkward keith caretaking

“i love your voltron fics so much !! could you write a sickfic for either keith or lance ? and the other is confused as to why whoever’s ill is not responding to their taunts/insults/challenges as usual. (i know you already have something similar up on ao3, but it’s such a good scenario that i’d love to see more.)”

thanks so much! i combined these two prompts together into one minific. i hope it’s to your liking!

[send me a prompt!]

Typically, Keith’s feelings are not too easily hurt. But this is just downright weird.

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(pls forgive me, i’m not a photo editor. i just wanted ot7)

Hey, everyone! I recently hit 100 followers! I’ve had this blog since January and even though I had a rough start and I wanted to leave a few times, I’m very glad I pushed through. I wanted to save a follow forever for another milestone and just do a drabble game for this one but there are so many amazing blogs a wanted to thank. I really appreciate every single one of you guys. This blog has been a safe haven for me, and I can’t imagine how my life would be without it. I’ve felt much more loved on this blog in the short time I’ve had it than on my previous blog, which I had for 2 and half years before I left. Even though this blog may be considered ‘small’ to some people (not that it matters to me), I still feel as if I genuinely matter to all of you, and I can’t thank you enough. I will never be able to fully express my gratitude. I really do care about all of you. All the users that show up under my followers are my friends, and I care about each one of you so much. Thank you all so much for all that you’ve done for me. I’m beyond grateful.

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THINGS I LOVED A WHOLE HECK OF A LOT IN SUPERGIRL 218 – A LIST BY ME IN WHICH I TRY TO RESTRAIN MYSELF

  • LENA LUTHOR, L-CORP CEO.
    • every second of her existence caused me delighted pain and suffering in this episode.
    • so much backstory, every part of it more upsettingly endearing than the last!
      • she had a cancer research start-up at 18 with her handsome friend who probably adored her from the start.
        • for the math challenged:
          • jack and lena had their company for five years and were together for 2.
          • they were together when she left both him and the company approximately 6 months ago.
          • lena’s 24, as per episode 212. 24 minus 5.5 = 18.5.
        • their start up was in a garage! with explosions!
      • she wasn’t even there when lex was dragged away to jail and her mother was pretending nothing was happening at all.
      • she had a darling boyfriend whom she loved very much and left him behind in metropolis to go clean up her brother’s mess.
      • she’s learned to punch the everloving shit out of someone attacking her in the space of a couple of months since her mother tried to have her killed injured.
        • that high heel to the stomach!
      • WHEN WILL ANYTHING GOOD HAPPEN TO THIS POOR WOMAN???
    • LIKE HONESTLY, HANDSOME JACK WAS SO HANDSOME AND IN LOVE WITH LENA.
      • but alas also basically a dead puppet for evil.
        • i do love that the evil motive this week was just corporate greed.
      • i’m choosing to believe that the mainframe held his consciousness and he wasn’t just a mindless automaton BECAUSE I WANT TO DAMMIT and also the entirely inconsistent moment of breakthrough to tell lena to do it at the end lets me get away with it. he was a robot recreation of the real jack okay AND HE WAS IN LOVE WITH HER SO DAMN MUCH.
      • I SWOONED, TUMBLR. I SWOONED MULTIPLE TIMES OVER.
      • HE WAS SO HANDSOME AND DREAMY.
      • that first scene in lena’s office was so dreamy. it’s a hard sell to get people on board with an off-screen previous romance, but holy crap i swooned.
        • their banter was so nerdy.
        • he was so charming.
        • “do you have fun here?” “i feel good about the work we do.” “you had fun with me.”
        • “it’s not like i wanted to go.” NOT ENTIRELY JACK RELATED BUT, OH MY HEART. 
        • “just dinner?” “it’s entirely your prerogative.”
        • swooooooon.
        • and they were both so sad, and it made me very sad.
      • that dinner was. i can’t actually, it was horrifying. much horrifying. but…
        • “is that the only reason you came?” “no.”
        • he called her a queen, and she nerded out in her heartspace.
          • HIS PASSWORD WAS STARLING.
            • kara wanted to vomit, this was hilarious.
      • “it’s pretty decent.” “it’s pretty dece.” “oh no, you did not just say that.” DAMMIT, I LOVE HIM.
      • HE WAS A ROBOT BUT HE WANTED HER BACK AND HE WANTED TO CHANGE THINGS SO IT COULD WORK.
      • I’M JUST REALLY VERY UPSET BECAUSE LENA LUTHOR DESERVES NICE THINGS IN HER LIFE AND JACK WAS A NICE THING. AND HER NICE THING GOT TURNED INTO A ROBOT.
      • ‘hey kara can you please go i need to have a small breakdown in private have work to do.’ someone please hug her.
      • “you were just doing your job, it’s all any of us can do.”
        • she’s going to blame herself for this, for abandoning their work.
      • AND THEN SHE HAD TO KILL HER ROBOT BOYFRIEND AND I CRIED.
    • also
      • lena has a new assistant named hector. i hope he’s less minion-y.
      • the way she smiled when she thought VP of Murder whose name i don’t know was going to kill her was the saddest thing ever. someone please hug herrrrrrr.  
  • KARA DANVERS, ONCE AND AGAIN CATCO MAGAZINE.
    • so happy to be out flying around!
      • “i am here to kick some ass, take some names, and do it all with an endearing smile on my face.” how Very Meta.
    • what a plot twist, this week i was endlessly proud of kara as a professional and totally facepalming otherwise.
    • SHE GOT HER JOB BACK BY PROVING SHE HAD LEARNT HER LESSON.
      • perhaps a first?
      • i love awkward as fuck stutterface kara. i just do. and i love that they very specifically only bring it out as a device when she’s trying to be grown up professional kara danvers. it feels real, in a way that sits interestingly with the performative nature of the kara danvers construct.
      • and it was a good resolution. what she did at the time wasn’t wrong, but it wasn’t actually the best solution in terms of getting her information out there. no one cares about kara danvers dot com. a great many people care about the apparently now a hard hitting investigative news source, catco magazine. but way, way more importantly, what she did wrong as far as her job was concerned was break the rules. and she has apparently learned that though from what i do not know, even in the dialogue that was totally tacked on. oh well.
    • i’m gonna be sad i’ve been denied news blogger kara in her pjs on the couch, though. or food truck entrepreneur kara!
      • i actually have a lot of issues with the points they say they’re wanting to make about the press and what they’re actually doing, but that’s not for this list.
    • also kara’s knowledge of FDA regulations and FOIA requests was hot.
  • THE ADVENTURES OF LENA AND KARA.
    • THIS WEEK THEY HAD ACTUAL REAL ADVENTURES.
      • “you’ve gotta get out of here.” “no, i’ve got a better idea.”
      • ALL MY DREAMS FROM START TO FINISH.
      • the most important thing this episode did for me shift them professional to personal. yes they were having gay hipster dates last ep, but this was friendly.
      • and then they got to kick butt together, AND LENA GOT TO SAVE THE DAY! (AGAIN! ONLY THIS TIME SADDER AND WITH A BIT MORE DEATH. I HOPE KARA SAID THANK YOU.)
    • first of all, what kind of nerd-ass date is taking a girl to a science tech press conference? a very good one, if you ask me.
    • “i always have your back.” “you’re my favourite.”
    • EXCEPT KARA IS A TERRIBLE GIRL GANG MEMBER.
      • lena basically asked kara to protect her from her feelings of thirstiness, and kara totally abandoned her! twice! yes, lena told her to go away, BUT THAT’S BECAUSE OF THE THIRST. 
      • in conclusion, don’t ever ask kara to protect you from getting laid, because she will not.
      • at least she complimented lena on how good she looked on their thirst adventures, which: she looked damn good.
      • AND OH GOD THAT DINNER SCENE.
        • i had to slither over the back of my couch from second-hand embarrassment.
    • it’s okay though because lena thinks she’s one of the best reporters in national city, and kara has absolutely no idea how to respond to that besides laughing like a lunatic, bless her.
    • let’s just pretend that dinner scene didn’t happen.
    • kara showing up to tell lena about jack, and describing said dinner that didn’t happen as “weird” is. okay. 
    • does lena know? DOES LENA NOT KNOW?
      • WHO KNOWS.
      • but man that last scene is funny if she does.
      • “i will always protect you.” girl, lena saved you this week, and you abandoned her to her thirst.
    • BUT OH MY THAT LAST SCENE.
      • i just.
      • I JUST.
      • (i actually feel a little weird including this in the shipping section because lena was basically on Planet Sad and definitely not fully present.)
      • gosh, kara has a lot of feelings.
      • a lot of feelings for her good friend lena luthor.
      • a. lot.
      • (AND I AM SHITTING BRICKS ABOUT WHAT ON EARTH THEY ARE GOING TO DO TO MAKE HER BREAK THAT PROMISE.)
    • (DID KARA GO WITH LENA TO JACK’S FUNERAL? DID SHE????????)
  • OTHER STUFFS
    • the actual plot this week was cool and scary as fuck. nanobot swarms are going to give me nightmares now, thanks show.
    • i hope alex learned some cool knife tricks.
    • i hope kara didn’t leave any DNA in that active crime scene she flew away from.
      • I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS SHOW BURNT HER CLOTHES THAT WAS FOR LITERALLY NO REASONS. STOP BEING SO EXTRA.
    • mon-el was actually delightful as heck in all of his existence, including interacting with kara.
      • he was reading harry potter!
      • he took a message on what i can only assume was kara’s landline!
        • KARA 1. HAS A LAND LINE. 2. GAVE THAT NUMBER TO LENA.
      • “this just feels like stalking.” “no, it’s journalism.” “very creepy journalism.”
      • “i feel a connection to you. like a mannection.”
      • “i stole jack’s security badge. for journalism.”
      • THEY WOULD HAVE MADE SUCH GOOD BUDDY CRIME FIGHTERS, WHY COULDN’T WE HAVE HAD THAT????
      • “that romantic bastard.” the more the merrier on daxam ;)
    • RHEA IS HERE. TIME TO MERGE ALL THE PLOTS AND LET WACKINESS ENSUE. 😃
    • the previouslies included IT’S BLOBBED. every previouslies should include IT’S BLOBBED.

burgandy-rose  asked:

UF/SF bros with a very gentle, sweet SO who's touch is as soft as a cloud, constantly dishing out the most genuine of compliments and praises, & always letting them know how much they mean to SO & how much they're loved. One day, it's exposed that they used to be in an emotionally & mentally abusive relationship, the reason they act the way they do is because SO didn't want their lover to ever feel like they aren't worthy of being loved and cherished. Reaction?

(I’m sorry I only did UF for this. I’m at a bit of a block rn but I hope you like it!)

UF!Sans

He loves you so so much.  He latches onto basically everything you do for him. A soft touch was something he’d been in dire need of for far too long. He tries to reciprocate the very best he can though sometimes he fumbles or it comes out confused and strained, he’s just still not quite used to it.

When he finds out about your unfortunate history with relationships he briefly feels a broiling rage in his gut for a moment. But he barely lets it show and pushes it to the side quickly so he can gather you up in his arms and seat you on his lap. He holds you close with his arms enveloping you and rocks you a bit, his touch gentle as ever. He holds your head to his chest and gently cards his fingers through your hair. He wants you to know he would never ever do that to you. That he can be as soft as you need him to be. That he’s here for you no matter what and he loves you more than anything.

You are worth it to him. You’re worth everything and more.


UF!Papyrus

He always tries to act just a bit aloof when you make your constant sweet advances on him, but it’s kind of hard to miss him blushing so bright every time you compliment him. He is very calm and straight in his return of affections, but he does stutter sometimes if you truly manage to fluster him (which is kind of easy to do honestly).

You were both sitting calmly together one evening. You were in his lap as he stretched out on the couch and you had your head against his chest. His chin was resting on top of your head and he had those little glasses on that helped him read small print. A book was held in front of the both of you as his arms were caging you in from either side holding it. He liked reading to you a lot.
You brought it up so suddenly and casually that he barely registered at first. Then he froze underneath you and you squeezed your eyes shut, instantly regretting the word vomit of your past baggage.

He gently set the book down and you bit your lip and chanced a glance up at him. He was looking at you with such unguarded worry that you had to do a double take.

“HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY THINK THAT?”

Your heart breaks a little. But in a good way…?

“I LOVE YOU UNCONDITIONALLY. YOU MAKE MY WORLD IMPOSSIBLY BRIGHT EVERY DAY THAT YOU EXIST IN IT AND ALLOW ME TO CALL YOU MINE.”

His thumb brushes away a tear from your cheek and you turn to bury your head in his chest. He holds your head tightly.

“PLEASE….DON’T CRY. WHOEVER HURT YOU? THEY ARE SCUM. DIRT BENEATH YOUR BOOTS. REMEMBER YOU ARE MUCH MUCH MORE THAN THAT.”

anonymous asked:

I currently have 16 days left of school and I'm very stressed out to the point, where I'm vomiting. Anyways, could you possibly write a very fluffy scenario with either 76 or Jesse and them trying to calm and relax their s/o?? Thank you so much sugar!! 🌸

I’m SO sorry this is a few days late!! I’ve been hella stressed myself and finally caught up on my classwork from being sick with a cold. I hope you feel better really soon and I hope that this helps make you feel a little better! I send lots of love and hugs and support and positivity spells your way!

So, how about 76 AND Jesse? :0

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Jesse McCree

“Jesse, usually, when your romantic partner is stressed, your job as their romantic partner is help them chill out, not kick them out of their home for hours!” You pressed your thumb and forefinger against the bridge of your nose and you waited for your boyfriend to reply on the other end of the receiver. You sat in a large squishy armchair in some random study cafe, waiting for your dear, dorky significant other to allow you to come home.

“I’m sorry, darlin’, I really am!” McCree exclaimed over the droning chatter that went on in the background on his end. “Just promise me you won’t head home until I tell ya to. I’m planning something fun fer us. It’ll help calm ya down, I promise.”

You sighed softly but a small smile graced your lips anyways. He was going overboard but at least he was trying his best.

“Fine,” you replied. “Just don’t take forever.”

You settled down in your big leather armchair and occupied yourself with casual mobile games and the occasional drink refill until, more than a couple hours later, Jesse shot a text your way: “Mosey on home lil darllin’, I got a surprise 4 you” ending with a smiling cowboy emoji. With a snicker, you paid and made your way home.

“Cowman?” you hollered as you made your way into your house. Your boyfriend was nowhere to be found but you could hear rattling in the backyard.

As if to confirm your suspicions, Jesse hollered from the backyard patio, “Out here, sweet pea! I’m just finishing setting up!”

“This better be good, cowman!” You snorted and tossed your jacket in the entryway closet before making your way through the small house and out to the backyard, where you stopped and gasped.

The patio had been transformed into a gazebo of sorts, with dark blue and cream-colored sheets hanging off the roof’s overhang and draped over the railings. Dim, white leftover Christmas lights decorated the stair rail leading into the yard, as well as the patio swing and he back door. A nest of sleeping bags and blankets covered the side adjacent to the patio swing, bordered by several TV dinner trays holding snacks and a portable holographic DVD player.

Beyond the patio, the backyard was surrounded by black night, though more dim lights seemed to flit around in the bushes of your garden, matching the stars that twinkled in the sky. The picnic table that was usually hidden along one side of the house, due to lack of company, had been moved to the yard’s center, cleaned up, and covered with a thick blanket. Sitting on the edge of the table was McCree, wearing his best faded plaid shirt and jeans, holding his arms out wide and sporting a cocky, welcoming grin.

“Whadd’ya think?”

“Christ, McCree,” you murmured, stepping off the last step into into the yard, “I was expecting dinner or a musical or something, not all this.”

“You were having an especially rough time, so I created an especially great night fer us.” The cowboy slipped off the table and strolled over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. He kissed your forehead before turning you around to have your back against his chest and facing the backyard scenery once again. Resting his chin on your shoulder and pressing his lips against your ear, he continued in a low, slow voice, “So, ‘ere’s my plan. First, we’ll lay out here on the picnic table and stargaze for a bit. Just talk and stuff. Then, after it gets cold, we’ll migrate to the fort where we’ll cozy up, pig out, and watch an awesome collection of old Westerns and cheesy musicals until we fall doze off. How’s that sound?”

“Absolutely amazing, Jesse.” You placed your hands over his where they lightly rubbed your waist and turned your head to kiss his scruffy jaw. “Thank you so much.”

“Nothing’s too much for you, sweetheart,” your favorite cowman replied. He returned the kiss before releasing you, then placing a hand in yours to lead you tothe blanket-clad picnic table to start your cozy nightly adventure.

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anonymous asked:

@bluepladin (thx boi you just followed me back) Hey I was just wondering for a Voltron fic idea since I love your sickfics if you could do one in which Lance, who is my favourite character, gets sick (vomiting, stomach ache, nausea and all that mumbo jumbo) and he tries to hide it while they do training as Voltron but he throws up and passes out in blue. Then they find him in the lion with a fever and as they carry him back to the castle he has a nightmare about something (home/seventh wheel)

Thank you so much for the prompt, sweets!! <3

Lance had thought that the nagging stomach ache that he’d woken up with was just because he hadn’t felt hungry for dinner the night before, and had gone to bed without eating. While his appetite hadn’t returned in the night, he forced himself to eat a few bites of breakfast and drink a cup of honey water before breakfast.

Honey water was Hunk’s cure-all. It worked for everything, he swore, and the rest of the paladins had adopted the use of it for their own discomforts. The sugars in the honey were great for re-balancing their electrolytes after sparring, it soothed sore throats, eased coughs, and settled stomachs. Lance felt small puffs of steam warm his face as he mixed two healthy spoonfuls of the amber liquid into the water.

Turns out, it wasn’t helping. With every jerk of the Blue Lion, Lance’s stomach flipped. 

“Lance, focus,” Shiro barked. “You’re flying low.”

“Sorry,” he managed, “I’m on it.”

Lance couldn’t bear to look at his display. His stomach was sore and churning, and he knew that if he kept his eyes closed, he would not be able to keep the nausea down. Hell, he might lose the battle even if he did keep them shut. 

“Lance, you’re too low,” Hunk repeated, “You need to pull up.”

Lance wasn’t listening. 

“Pull up, Lance,” Shiro yelled, “Pull UP!”

Blue hit the ground hard. Blearily, Lance recognized that the explosion of pain that he felt in his stomach wasn’t just from the impact and that he should probably be concerned about it, but until Blue stopped spinning out, he couldn’t do much about that.

“I’m sorry, girl,” he cooed, feeling how much his careless piloting had upset her. Finally, both Lion and paladin came to a rest upside down. 

“Lance, what happened?!” Shiro shouted into the comm. 

“Shiro told you you were going to crash!” Keith added. Lance couldn’t respond with one hand clamped over his mouth, and he desperately clawed at his seat belt. When the safety belt released, Lance fell heavily to the ceiling of Blue’s cockpit, mostly on his head and neck, and scrambled to get into an upright position on his knees. All he could do was toss his helmet across the floor so the others wouldn’t hear him vomiting.

“Lance?” Hunk asked, “Can you hear me?”

Only the sound of distant retching answered Hunk’s call. 

“Is he puking?” Pidge questioned. 

Shiro landed his Lion and rushed to Blue’s door. Climbing in was a difficult task, but Hunk’s strong arms were suddenly helping to lift him into the upside down door until he could pull himself up.

When Shiro was finally inside the cockpit, it didn’t take long to find Lance, lying unconscious on the ceiling. It was clear by the puddle of vomit next to him that he’d already emptied his stomach. Lance was only out for a moment before his eyelids started to flutter awake.

“Lance,” Shiro said gently, “Come on; you need to go back to the castle.” Lance nodded, feeling embarrassed that Shiro was seeing him like this, and allowed Hunk to help him down. However, as soon as Hunk grabbed Lance by the torso to lift him down, he was so surprised by Lance’s sudden and visceral cry of pain that he nearly dropped him.

“What’s wrong?” Hunk worried, lifting Lance’s shirt to look for a wound, “Were you injured?”

“Just a stomachache,” Lance brushed him off. “No big deal.” But Lance looked pale and was hunched over.

“Can you stand up straight?” Pidge asked, her hands landing on his back to try to ease him up, but he only moved a few millimeters before doubling forward even further than before.

“How long has this been going on?” Shiro asked. He slid one arm under Lance’s own and waited for Keith to do the same on Lance’s other side to carry him back to the castle. 

Lance recoiled from the others as soon as they took a step forward, which effectively unfolded his abdomen and send waves of cramping through his stomach. He started to gag again, clamping a hand over his mouth, refusing to let himself be sick in front of them. He even shrugged Hunk’s hand off his back.

“Easy, Lance,” Hunk placated, putting his hands up in a nonthreatening gesture of surrender, “I just wanted to help.”

“I’m fine,” Lance bit out, but it was punctuated by a sick hiccup that sent his hand flying toward his mouth once more. He turned away.

“Stop fighting it,” Shiro instructed gently, “You’ll feel better after it’s over.” Lance shook his head. Not here, not with everyone present. His ears were turning red with both humiliation and the aerobic cost of holding his breath. 

Hunk stepped forward. “I get sick in the Lions all the time, and you never think any less of me,” he offered. “It sucks, but it’ll be over in a minute, if you let it be.”

Lance still wasn’t sold. He was fighting the nausea with every shaky breath, and it was making everything around him look… wobbly. He took a knee on the grass, his chest resting on his leg. 

“Maybe we should just leave him alone,” Keith suggested. Yes, Lance thought, please. Just leave Lance alone. 

“Are you crazy?” Pidge chastised. That surprised Lance. Of all the paladins, he hadn’t expected her to be the one to object. “He’s sick, and he’s in pain. We can’t just leave him by himself.”

“He clearly wants to be alone,” Keith defended.

“Yeah, but he needs us to help him. He might not like it, but we’re a team, and that means taking care of each other even when it’s not pleasant. If we walk away now and let him suffer in peace, then that becomes the precedent. Lance has taken care of all of us at our lowest, and now he’s got to accept that we’re going to do the same.”

As if agreeing with Shiro, Lance’s stomach finally threw in the towel. He was dry heaving again, and then he was throwing up the few bites of food he’d eaten earlier, along with all the water he’d drank. By the time his stomach muscles finally finished with him, they were tight and exhausted. There was nothing left in his stomach, but damn if it wasn’t trying to choke out any last remnants of his will to live. All he was spitting up at this point was bile and coppery saliva.

Hunk rubbed his back as Lance had done so many times for him in the past, and though Lance tensed, he didn’t pull away this time.

“I think he’s got a fever,” Hunk announced when the vomiting was finally finished, moving his hand from Lance’s back to his forehead. Lance wiped his mouth self-consciously and refused to meet Hunk’s eyes.

“We’ll get him back to the castle,” Shiro said. “He clearly can’t walk, so I’m just going to take him.” Shiro scooped Lance up bridal-style, and Lance turned bright red.

“This is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to anyone ever,” Lance muttered into Shiro’s shoulder.

“It’s not that bad, Lance,” Shiro rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, for you,” Pidge jibed. “You get to carry a hot guy to the castle!” She glanced around for reactions, a grin plastered to her face that started to waver when no one returned it. “Get it? Hot? Because… fever… Too soon?”

Hunk smiled a bit, but it turned into out-right laughter when he saw how red Shiro’s face had gotten at the comment. Lance seemed to have fallen asleep in Shiro’s arms.

“I can’t wait to tell Lance that one when he wakes up,” she said.