sore y

gemenii  asked:

Oye maki es que mi pequeña esqueleto quería preguntar si Zack, La Jenny y Fransisco pueden ser sus amigo y también los amigos de Satoshi y de Sore , si ellos no quieren no hay problema





Ivar x plus size!reader

Holy shit he is so hot, I would give anything to be Y/N

You were headed towards the main hall, playing with the strings of your corset. You had to have it made specifically for you – the other corsets did not fit you without completely blocking your ability to breathe. You brush an annoying strand of hair out of your face, smirking when a boy trips over himself, too caught up in staring at you. “Are you ok?” You chuckled, your smile softening as you peered over at the boy. His cheeks reddened, and he stumbled back on his feet, awkwardly brushing off the dust from his clothes. “Yes, yes, I’m alright Lady Y/N, nothing to worry about.”

Your eyebrow quickly went up at the mention of your name, looking at the boy with confusion. You haven’t spoken to him previously, and Kattegat wasn’t exactly the smallest village. His eyes widened with realization and his cheeks only darkened further. “No, no, please don’t misunderstand milady, it is only that .. uh, Prince Ivar speaks very uhm, often of you.”

Your eyes lit up immediately at the comment, twinkling with mischief. “Is that so?” Your sultry voice made the boy even more uncomfortable, as he quickly excused himself and headed off in the opposite direction. You couldn’t help but wear your smirk all the way to the main hall. You couldn’t help but love the way your dresses made boys stop and stare.

Upon your entrance, you immediately received the bright smile of Aslaug, who had initially been critical of you but  grew to love your confident and assertive manner, as well as several glares thrown your way.

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I Got You On My Mind [Part 4]

Jungkook Soulmate AU (Angst)

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Summary: After your memory loss, adjusting back to normal life has been difficult. Luckily, Jungkook is always there for you. Still, something seems off about him, and you just can’t understand why.

Word count: 2k words

Originally posted by jungxook

“Oh yeah, I’m being discharged tomorrow,” you told Jungkook, who was pushing your wheelchair through the hospital. He insisted that you needed a change of scenery. “My parents are going to pick me up and drive me back to my apartment.”

“I-I guess it’s too early for the ‘meet the parents’ thing, right?” Jungkook stammered, uncharacteristically nervous. “Unless you want me to. Like, I don’t mind if–”

“Chill, Jungkook,” you laughed, cutting his off his rambling. “I think they’re more worried about my brain damage than any soulmate business.”

“The doctors said you’ll recover your memories though, right?” Jungkook asked, worry lining his words. “Your memory loss won’t be permanent or recurring?”

“They said my memories will come back slowly,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly. “But most of the time, the memories will have to be triggered by something. They also told me I might have short-term memory issues for the next little while.”

“That seriously sucks,” Jungkook said. “If you need any help with anything, just let me know. I don’t really know how I’d be useful, but don’t hesitate.”

“We’re not in the same department,” you snorted, turning to peer up at your soulmate who was both familiar and foreign in this instant. “This is gonna make school so difficult. I’ve forgotten nearly three months worth of content!”

“Maybe take the semester off?” Jungkook suggested. “Amnesia is a pretty valid reason. Have you talked at all to the university?”

“No,” you groaned, sinking into the wheelchair. “I don’t want to think about responsibilities right now. Just marvelling in the fact I’m still alive and kicking.”

A silence fell between you and Jungkook as he pushed you through a more crowded area of the hospital. You noticed a few younger visitors visibly gape at Jungkook, then glare at you jealously as you rolled by.

You agreed with them–how was Jungkook so damn good-looking? You hit the soulmate jackpot, for sure. Still, even if he looked different, you didn’t doubt that you would like him just the same.

“You know, it’s pretty crazy,” you blurted out unthinkingly. “I’ve been talking to you my entire life, and I always thought meeting you would feel like meeting an old friend. But honestly, you’re a total mystery to me right now. Maybe it’s because of the memory loss, or maybe other people feel this way, too.”

“No, I know what you mean,” Jungkook responded quietly, trying to figure out how to express his thoughts properly. “It’s just…we have an idea of who our soulmate is in our heads. When they’re not exactly that person, it’s kind of confusing.”

“And I’m sure there’s a lot of stuff we still don’t know about each other,” you agreed. “Honestly, I tried to make myself seem a lot better than I am.”

“Yeah, me too,” Jungkook laughed, though it sounded a bit off. You brushed it off as embarrassment. “Didn’t want to disappoint you.”

You turned your head and looked up into Jungkook’s eyes. “You couldn’t have disappointed me Jungkook, really. I’m just happy to finally meet you,” you replied, giving him a small smile. “And it’s kinda paradoxical, isn’t it? Disliking your own soulmate. Weren’t we, like, made to like each other?”

“I guess,” Jungkook said, staring ahead unwaveringly. He pushed you down another hallway, which led to the cafeteria. You only knew because of the wafting smell of hearty food was growing stronger by the second. “But nothing’s ever that simple.”

“Don’t I know it,” you sighed, laughing a little in spite of yourself. You turned the corner into the bustling cafeteria, the noise of the crowds deafening compared to the near-silent, depressing halls of the hospital.

“Want to grab something to eat?” Jungkook asked, the heaviness of your conversation vanishing before you could even blink. “I was going to grab something for myself, too.”

“Sure, I’ll have whatever you’re having,” you agreed. Out of habit, you reached down to pat your pockets for your wallet. “Oh shit, I don’t have any money on me. Don’t worry about it, then.”

“It’s cool, it’ll be my treat,” Jungkook said. When you turned to look at him, he was giving you a lopsided smile.

“Then, is this our first date?” you asked cheekily, delighting in the way Jungkook’s cheek burned. You never expected that a guy like Jungkook, with this terrible fuckboy persona, would be so easily flustered.

“If you want it to be, sure,” Jungkook answered, coughing into his hand awkwardly. You just laughed, and Jungkook pushed you forward wordlessly.

Life at home after getting discharged made staying in the hospital seem like an amusement park. After being sentenced to bedrest by your parents–and having Jieun enforce it with an iron fist–you spent your days bored out of your mind.

In only one week, you had binge-watched three shows, reread all of your course notes (and they didn’t help you remember anything), and read more manga that you had ever read before in your entire life.

You were positively itching to get outside and do something, but what bothered you the most was that you hadn’t talked to Jungkook since your “first date.” When you had gotten home, you jumped to charge your dead phone, which miraculously hadn’t been destroyed in the accident. But when the device finally charged, you soon realized that you had no way of contacting Jungkook.

For some reason, his phone number wasn’t saved in your contacts. Even though Jungkook had said you had met before, apparently you hadn’t exchanged numbers. That seemed very strange to you.

When you asked Jieun about it, she just shrugged the question off. She said your situation was a bit complicated, but that she’d have to leave it up to you and Jungkook. But Jieun did say that she would mention it to him when she saw him at school next.

Sighing, you reached for your phone beside you. It was still early in the morning. Time had lost all meaning to you, since you spent every moment of the day trapped in your apartment. A bit bitterly, you watched your friends’ Snapchat stories and longed to return to normal daily life.

Suddenly, your phone began buzzing. You dropped it in surprise, and it landed on your nose. The impact stung, and you cursed, reaching clumsily for the phone. You saw an unflattering picture of Jieun illuminate the screen. Eventually, you were able to answer.

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked, rubbing your hand against your sore nose.

“Y/N, I’m so fucking stupid!” Jieun practically screamed. Wincing, you held your phone away from your ear. “I know you shouldn’t be moving around, but I need you to come to the university right now. I’m working on a group project that’s due in two hours and a bunch of our files got corrupted. I have some stuff backed up on my laptop, which I left at home like an idiot!”

“Don’t worry, I can bring it to you,” you reassured quickly. “I won’t fall into traffic on the way there. It’s like a ten minute walk, so don’t worry.”

“Just don’t strain yourself, okay?” Jieun ordered, the panic still evident in her voice. “Don’t go to quickly and look both ways!”

“Hey, only I can make fun of myself,” you quipped, pulling yourself out from underneath the covers. “I’ll be over soon, I just need to get dressed.”

“Okay, see you soon. Thank you so much, Y/N,” Jieun said, and the both of you said your goodbyes before you disconnected the call.

You glanced down at your pyjama bottoms and at the thick cast over your right leg. Changing pants would be a battle for another day. Unsteadily, you stood up and balanced your weight on your unbroken leg. You reached for the crutches leaning against the wall beside you and tucked them underneath your arms.

As quickly as you could (which was not very quick), you had thrown on a clean shirt and a jacket. Your hair was a mess, so you shoved on a beanie to disguise the tangled frizz. With Jieun’s securely laptop in your backpack, you began the trek to school. Suddenly, the journey seemed incredibly long.

When you finally arrived on campus, you were panting lightly and sweating. You made your way into the music building, relatively unfamiliar with its layout. You detached yourself from one of your crutches and reached into your pocket for your phone. Quickly you sent Jieun a text letting you know you were here.

There were a few benches in the foyer, so once you hobbled over to them, you set your bag down lightly and placed your crutches against the benches. Flopping down, you discreetly tried to massage your sore armpits.

But you were glad to finally be out of the apartment. The fresh air made you feel infinitely better.

“Y/N?” a familiar voice called. Your head whipped around in the direction of the voice. Jungkook a few meters away from you, looking as dark and intimidating as ever. His wide-eyed expression kind of ruined the image though. “What are you doing here?”

“Jieun forgot her laptop at home,” you replied, pointing to the backpack at your feet, as Jungkook made his way toward you.

“Shouldn’t you be at home?” he questioned, stopping when he was standing in front of you. You craned your neck to at him properly. “Is it okay for you to be walking around so soon?”

“Please, don’t get started on that,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut. “My parents and Jieun are unbearable. I’ve been lying in bed doing nothing all week.”

“You know, that honestly sounds like heaven,” Jungkook joked. “I’m so swamped right now. I haven’t slept in days.”

You inspected Jungkook more closely. His eyes were ringed by purplish dark circles, but they were hardly noticeable. How unfair–he always looked good.

“Hey, why haven’t you talked to me all week?” you asked suddenly, narrowing your eyes at Jungkook suspiciously.

“I was meaning to call or text or something, but I don’t have your number,” Jungkook answered sheepishly, scratching the nape of his neck awkwardly. “Didn’t know how to ask for it, since you haven’t been around campus lately.”

“Why’s that, though?” you continued, glancing down at your feet. “I mean–you said we met before. Why didn’t we keep in contact?”

“W-well, we did meet, but it wasn’t a proper conversation,” Jungkook explained stutteringly. “It wasn’t under the most normal circumstances, but–”

“Y/N!” Jieun’s loud voice suddenly interrupted. She burst into the foyer, looking absolutely frazzled. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were bloodshot, and you were pretty sure there were coffee stains on her shirt. “Thank god!”

Your friend ran over to you and practically dove for your backpack. She grabbed her laptop and hugged it tightly against her chest.

“Thank you so much. I’m so sorry I made you come all the way here,” Jieun cried, sounding frantic still. “Are you okay? Sore anywhere? Go home right away, okay? You need to rest. And please don’t tell your parents!”

“Oh my god, I’m fine Jieun,” you whined. “I think I can handle walking for, like, two minutes.”

“I just don’t want anything to happen!” Jieun insisted, stomping her foot childishly. “We’re speeding up the recovery process by being extra careful!”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever. Go work on your project and try not to fail.”

“I will,” Jieun replied. “I’ll bring dinner on my way home.” She turned, only spotting Jungkook for the first time. Her eyes narrowed and she frowned slightly. “Jungkook.”

“Jieun,” he replied, just as shortly.

You looked between the two of them, wondering why there was so much tension. It looked like they were having a silent conversation, and you hated not knowing what was going on. You had the suspicion they were hiding something from you–but for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out what, exactly.

Eventually, Jieun just nodded and strode away, leaving Jungkook with a tight expression. Visibly, you could see Jungkook try to shake away the tension, his jaw unclenching. When he turned back to you, his features were schooled.

“Give me your phone,” Jungkook said, reaching out his hand and smiling softly. “I’ll add my number.”

- Girl in Luv

Okay, so this one was a bit filler-y. Originally I had planned to make this one angsty too, but I figured you guys could use the respite. Also, it would have been like 4k words and it’s like 2:30AM and this girl needs to sleep. Anyway, stay tuned!! Thanks as always for reading, and I hope you all enjoyed. Your replies and reblogs/tags are so cute I read them all 💛💛💛💛

Thinking of Her

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warning: Smut, fluff

Word Count: 800

Submitted by: @chaos-and-the-calm67 - She says: *hums innocently as I drop this into your inbox* I dunno if you need this…so imma just set it down anyway. Just in case…

A/N: I thought of this immediately when I saw the gif. It just had to be written. 

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Klaus Mikaelson x reader
+ Reader is Rebekah’s long time human friend. When things get rough in the Quarter Rebekah moves reader to the compound to be safe. Klaus finds reader interesting and feelings pursue.

You laid on your couch and set your arm across the back of it, brushing the smooth blanket atop it with your thumb. Everything was sore.

“Y/N,” Rebekah said crossing her arms, you peeked one eye open. “I cannot believe you are being so stubborn!” She exclaimed, exasperated. Rebekah had known you a long time and has taken you in as her ‘human’. You had been living in the Quarter for a long time and the witches tried to use you as leverage over Rebekah.

“True. But that’s because this is my home. I can’t just back down because a couple witches tried to use me against you.” You sat up, finally, wincing in pain. The witches had thrown you around quite a bit.

“And besides, how safe could I really be with your vindictive brother Klaus or devious Kol?” You inquired. If they really wanted, they could kill you. Kol could run off and Klaus could just dagger Rebekah if she gets out of line.

“Y/N you know I would never let that happen. Please. For me. Just come stay at the compound? It’ll make it much easier to ensure your safety.” Rebekah gave you her best puppy face and you couldn’t say no to that.

“Fine.” You said with feign annoyance. You stood up and walked to the threshold of your living room. “I’ll go pack now and we can move me in tonight.”

Rebekah smiled wildly. No one can harm you, her best friend. Rebekah loved you so much because she saw herself in you, only human. You were strong, selfless, and looked out for family above all else, and Rebekah is your family.

“Okay, Y/N, right this way.” Klaus heard Rebekah from downstairs entering the compound. He also heard another person accompanying her. He swiftly made his way to stand in front of you and Rebekah with his enhanced speed.

“And who might you be, love?” Klaus said, smiling at you.

“Her name is Y/N, and she will be staying with us for now.” Rebekah stated.

“And why might that be, sister?” He said looking less enthusiastically at his sibling. You knew Klaus didn’t like outsiders and you felt like you were intruding, but you’d rather that than Rebekah nagging you forever more to join her.

“Because, dear brother, I have invited her. Some witches tried to use her against me and I find she would be much safer here.” Rebekah crossed her arms in defiance, daring her brother to try and kick you out.

“Well, by all means then,” he said turning to you with animosity. “Welcome to my home.” He held his hand out for yours and you took his. Instead of a handshake like you expected, he lifted it to his lips. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your palm. After he let go, smirked as you blushed and mumbled a shy “thanks.” And walked away down one of the many halls of the compound.

It had been a couple weeks since you initially moved into the compound. Nothing outstandingly bad happened since. Kol and Klaus had been unendingly flirtatious with you, to Rebekah’s dismay. You could see her roll her eyes every time she bore witness to their mischief. Elijah had been very helpful and had been teaching you to defend yourself on order of Rebekah. Hayley was in and out of the compound, always on the move, doing anything to help the wolves.

You, on the other hand, had been basically stuck under non official house arrest unless you were at work. You’re a barista at a cozy café in the quarter. You always smelt of cinnamon, vanilla, and roasted coffee. It had become his favorite scent, he was always happy to spend time with you. You were shy and he liked to tease you with Kol sometimes but you also enjoyed art among and had come to see him as more than a monster to be feared.

You were walking home after work one evening when you felt an arm slip around your neck and a hand cover your mouth. You screamed and tried to open your mouth to bite your attacker but they were too strong, someone supernatural. You knew it wasn’t a Mikaelson because even Kol would not try to trick you like this.

Your muffled screams seemed to do you no good when the attacker sloped your hair from your neck and tilted your neck for a better angle to plunge their teeth into you.

But Klaus heard you, even your muffled screams. He was near by, he was going to ask to take you out to dinner for some time out of the compound and waited along your route home.

But he was not quick enough to come to your aid, the vampire had already started to feed off you. You didn’t see Klaus, you thought it was over when black splotches dotted your vision. Your legs were limp and your eyelids felt like they weighed a ton. Pain throbbed from your neck. Then there wasn’t a body, Klaus ripped the vampire off of you. Klaus proceeded to rip their heart out. Before you fell to the ground Klaus caught you, kneeling to the ground holding you in his lap, cradling your head.

“Oh, Y/N,” he muttered looking down at you. He bite his wrist and fed you his blood to heal you. You were half drained when he saved you.

You looked at Klaus through your lashes, your eyes barely open.

“You are prone to danger.” He whispered. You smiled faintly.

“I live with the Mikaelsons. It’s normal.” You said in a raspy voice. Klaus picked you up bridal style and carried you back to the compound. If only you knew how much Klaus had come to love you and he vowed to not allow any one dare hurt you again. Now you were not only Rebekah’s human, you were the Mikaelsons’ human.

anonymous asked:

Could you do headcanons on what you think the paladins might do to comfort a s/o who is pregnant and in a lot of pain due to cartilage softening in their body? Or just a s/o whos in a shit ton of pain either one works

Round 2 in the pregnant S/O series!! Let’s do both at the same time with an S/O about to pop!

Under the cut bc it’s long

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When He Accidentally Hits You Out Of Anger (Requested)

•PSA I know the boys would never hit their S/O, Accidentally or not. This is only for writing purposes so please do not get upset. To others, read on• 

 ~Kim Namjoon~

 Namjoon would be shaking with adrenaline and fear after his hand came across your cheek. You held a hand to your burning face, tears brimming your eyes. Before he could even speak, you ran off into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you. 

Never had a fight gotten that bad. Namjoon was under so much stress lately and you constantly bothering him wasn’t helping. Everything happened so fast he couldn’t control himself. That entire day, he leaned against the door, sobbing into his knee at how sorry he was. 

Originally posted by ksjknj

 ~Kim Seokjin~ 

 The light slap to your mouth was more of a reflex than a hit, but the contact was full on and painful. You crumpled to the ground and began to sob violently. Jin would be the last person in the world you would think would hurt you. 

 Jin had been on edge from the tour coming up and you had been begging for his attention. You never deserved this in the current life or the next. Jin was fall with you and rub the area where he had slapped you, begging you to forgive him.

Originally posted by jiminahhh

 ~Min Yoongi~

 You stared at your boyfriend with mouth agape and face burning. Yoongi shared a similar expression with shock written all over him. He reached out to you with an apology on his tongue. You slapped his palm away and cried, tears streaking your cheek.

 “Y/n. I’m so sorry!” He chocked on his own cry. Slowly approaching you before wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. The anger he had held moments ago was replaced with regret and remorse. For as long as he lived, he would never cause you harm again.

Originally posted by jimiyoong

 ~Jung Hoseok~ 

 Hoseok could never see himself doing what he had just done to you. Your lip swelled with the blood rushing to it, a droplet of blood pearling outwards. He cupped your cheeks with a gasp. Hoseok had became irritated with you after you told him he wasn’t giving you enough attention. 

It was completely true and Hobi knew it. Hoseok wiped the blood away with his thumb and replaced it with his lip. Apologizing over and over. 

 “Forgive me Y/n. That was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.” 

Originally posted by gotjhope

 ~Park Jimin~ 

 Jimin cringed at the bruise forming on your jaw. His slap hadn’t been close to on purpose. You had been too close when he lashed out with anger after being pestered, by you for the last hour. Jimin watched you cry and hold your sore jaw.

 “Y/n…” Jimin brushed your hair away from your eyes and moved your hand to the side so he could see the bruise. “God I’m such an idiot.” That night, he spent the entire day caring for you in every way possible, so scared to lose you.

Originally posted by chimcheroo

 ~Kim Taehyung~ 

 Taehyung gulped down the lump in his throat. You cried with your hand covering your eye. He approached you too fast and you nearly tripped over yourself trying to escape. Taehyung watched you whimper at the cut on your inner eye that stretched to your nose.

 You had only wanted to know why hismood was so foul when he snapped. It was just a single swing that you stood too close and caught it in the face. Taehyung hushed your cries and scanned the wound closer.

 “Let me fix you up Y/n. We’ll spend the weekend together I promise. I’ll never hurt you again Y/n.”

Originally posted by joonjuly

 ~Jeon Jungkook~ 

 Jungkook would be crying just as hard as you when he hit you. The light slap to your cheek would startle you more than hurt. Jungkook cupped your hand and tugged you into his chest. He stroked you hair and apologized constantly. His anger had rose a bit too far when you questioned where he had been the last few days. 

Little did you know, his dance practice was running late everyday. Jungkook kissed your temple.

 “You can hit me back. See, babe? Hit me right here.”

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

 •If you are ever hit by your significant other, accident or not, you really need to remove yourself from that situation•

slow hands - tom holland

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Summary: A night of complete heartbreak leads you to Tom’s apartment. He was the only one you needed to finally make you feel truly loved.

Inspired by the song ‘Slow Hands’ by Niall Horan. listen to it here

Requested: no

Warnings: slight angst and like kissing? lmao nothing

Words: 2155

a/n: tom is NOT FAMOUS in this imagine! it doesn’t really cover his background story so! this is so fluffy and SWEET i cry bc I wish Tom would love me like this wowwowwowwowwowwow!! ALSO GIF!! i love crying wow!  but n e way hope you enjoy!:D



The feeling of nothing but unbreakable remorse and heartache floods your veins as if you had just leaped into a pool, the sinking feeling clouding your demeanor slowly. Your Y/E/C eyes portrayed a sense of darkness as they scanned the small shops scattered along the downtown street of London. The darkness of the hectic Saturday night developed a sense of negativity around your figure. Your ears could faintly hear the whispers of broken promises rolling off pairs of lips, and the alcohol tinted breath lacing itself through the husky and selfish voices.

“There’s nothing more to say, Y/N! I don’t love you anymore, god dammit! Why do you think I was always with her? I was in love with her!”

The painful words stung your heart rapidly, your eyes shutting quickly as the past event flooded your brain in a pounding headache.

Tonight was the night you had been dreading for weeks to come. Falling out of love was never easy. But, that was the problem. Five weeks into the relationship, your heart was happier and more vivid than ever. Your smile was clear and bright as he would come over to your apartment, light seeping through the windows, radiating your heart. That was, until you found out about her.

You knew, though. How could you not? As you would attempt to crack a joke, or tell an amusing story as you sat cuddled together on the couch, his smile faded as soon as his cold eyes hit yours. His mind would signal him to laugh amusingly at the story he wasn’t paying any attention to. All his attention was focused on his phone, his fingers throwing themselves against his phone screen as he whipped up a sly reply to her.

But you didn’t want to question it. Starting drama was the last thing you ever wanted to do, especially in a relationship. Your mind would spark up different scenarios that you could be catching him in, but haven’t. Something as innocent as replying to a girl’s text whilst you told a story was nothing to worry about.

Or so you thought.

Two weeks later, you were where you are now. Huskily walking the crowded streets of downtown London, your eyes focused on the pavement beneath you, hoodie pulled over your head, and heart broken into pieces inside you.

The memory of his alcohol filled breath fanning your cold skin, his lips teased you with a sky smirk as he muttered the words you dared to listen to. The feeling of heartbreak was something you could relate to somehow.

But, that similar yet aged feeling of the addictive emotion was sitting quietly in his apartment building right now. Exactly where you were headed.

Tom’s place was the only safe-haven you could bring yourself to think of at this point in time. The warmth of his apartment and the feeling you got when his beautiful eyes would light up as he swung open the door to you.

Tom was someone you could vent to, when you felt as if your life was headed in the wrong direction. This emotion that was beginning to bottle itself up inside you was creating a wave of useless and awful memories you wanted gone forever.

He was the familiar feeling of heartache you let go of, and shouldn’t have. It was hard to explain, it had you so confused at times. To the way your heart would ignite your veins in a fiery sensation as his hands clutched onto the sides of you waist in a hug, your arms wrapping around his neck. The long years you spent befriend Tom were so special to your now broken heart, you would never dream of letting him go.

There was consistently a tenderness for the calm yet enjoyable and beautiful man you grew fond of. Once your eyes hit his, it was as if nothing else mattered in the world, but you getting the chance to show him just the slightest bit of love you held for him.

That warmth and love for him is always present and always was. Even when you thought for sure your heart was captured by someone else’s, your mind sneakily knew it was still overcome with emotion for him.

So, that’s where your feet were carrying you. You yearned for the feeling of him so close to you, even if he didn’t feel the same. Your skin needed to be ignited by that flame he left whenever his body would press against yours.

Truly being loved was something you never felt often.

You needed his love.


“Y/N? Are you okay?”

Your head shifted itself from its previous position, you eyes leveled to meet Tom’s in an achingly sore gaze. Your Y/E/C eyes sparkled underneath the pitch black night sky as they tears dropping from them caused a radiance in them. Your hood secured tightly around your head as your lips thinned out into a line, slightly shaking underneath the pain you attempted to prevent from showing.

You dared to whisper, his worrisome brown eyes sunk deep into your saddened gaze, “I-uh. C-Can I come in?”

Tom’s arm that pressed up against the door extended to push the door open wider, making room for your figure to walk in, “Of course, of course. Come in.”

You walked in, your feet shuffling slightly against the carpeted floor beneath you. The air around the empty apartment felt heavy as you sat down on his soft couch, your mind seeping in everything that is about to roll off your chapped lips. You thought to yourself for several achingly slow seconds, your inner conscience whispering different scenarios you could possibly put yourself in within seconds.

Tom shuts the door, his eyebrows furrowed at your unusual sorrowful demeanor. His own heart ached when he witnessed you in such an unpleasant and bothered state, “So, let me guess. Nick?” Tom’s sweet, scratchy voice pierced through your ears, the concern laced through his words so heavily your veins pumped with warmth from his concern.

Should you explain?

That was the last thing you wanted to discuss right now. The familiar feeling was not welcomed back into your soul anytime soon. As your eyes looked up daringly into Tom’s, the fall of slightly curled brown hair laid perfectly against the soft skin of his forehead caused your need for the him to grow immensely.

Tom scooted closer to you, your hand limp against the top of your knee, the conflicting feelings pushing through your shaky body. Your eyes were focused on the floor beneath you, not paying attention to anything but your emotions right now.

Suddenly, you felt a familiar spark light the skin along your fingertips and knuckles and crawl all the way up your arm. You feel your breath catch in the back of your throat at the feeling, eyes immediately piercing themselves in the direction of it.

“You can tell me, Y/N. It’s okay, I promise,” the words roll off his small pink lips so quietly you almost didn’t hear them. As the words burned through your ears, Tom’s hand is now placed softly on yours, his structured fingers rubbing soothing circles along the back of your hand.

The air suddenly began to grow from heavy to heavenly as the beating of your heart against your rib cage grew louder, the closeness and developing butterflies in your stomach causing your tears to dry against your soft skin. The magical feeling of his skin soothingly casting itself against yours caused nothing else to make sense anymore. Your heartbreak, tears, ripped passion, and torn feelings whisked away with the chilled night wind as the heat between the two of your bodies grew, especially yours.

Your brain worked as your heart slowly began to sew itself back together. Your mind was now clarified with one thing and one thing only. You didn’t need the caring validation from Tom that everything was going to be okay in the end, or the soft circles he would rub along your back as your admitted all your sorrowful feelings to him with the horrid story of heartbreak you acted in just an hour earlier.

You needed him. None of his gestures or kind-hearted advice. No matter how much you adored all of those things from him, they didn’t matter.

What you wanted was all of him.

You clarified with yourself on what you planned on doing next. As you reached back behind yourself, pulling your hood off, and fully looking up toward the loving boy’s eyes, your heart knew exactly where home was.

Scooting your body as close next to his as possible, you moved your hand from under his push against his chest, the ignited feeling shooting throughout your body from your fingertips to your toes.

Tom’s heart slowly began to beat at a faster pace and his thin eyebrows furrowed once more, confused by your sudden change of state, “Y/N, what are you-”

Your hands slowly slid up from the heavy breathing of his chest to behind his neck, fingers gripping tightly yet softly onto the skin. Your thumbs rubbed soothingly against the veins carved beautifully into his neck, your eyes flushing from their darkened, saddened state to a much darker one, but void of all sadness. The sadness you once felt turned eagerly into emotion and lust all at once, your cheeks breaking with color.

“Please, Tom. No explanation. I need you, so, so badly,” your voice cracked slightly underneath the feeling of pure anxiety yet lust and need for the man in front of you.

A once bright brown, now a seemingly needy and darkened brown hits your captivating orbs in a gaze filled with nothing but demand for the other. The beat of your heartbeats collided as his fingertips reach up and lay themselves against your tinted cheeks. His mind no longer focused on trying to make you feel better. All he needed to happen was happening right now.

Your voice crackled some more but portrayed more confidence and whispered a bit huskier once more before the two of you were pressed up against one another, “I’ve been thinking about it all day, and I hope, god, I hope you feel the same way. ‘Cause I want you, I want you so much more than you may think.

“Please, Tom. Please need me.”

 The next thing you knew, your noses were brushing up against one another’s, lips so achingly close you could practically feel the electricity crackle between the two of you. His eyes ere etched into yours , not once looking down at your kissable lips before staring a loving gaze into your eyes and capturing your lips with his.

Pure bliss.

You instantly responded, lips hungry for the feeling. His thin lips locked against yours in a searing kiss, filled with every emotion he could possible show you. Your mind was clouded with absolutely nothing. There was no more worrying. All you needed was happening right now.

Tom’s hands went from rubbing your soft cheeks to whisking themselves achingly slow down your neck, thumbs massages the sweet skin between your shoulder and neck, where his lisp would soon explore. Your fingers wrapped around the hair at the nape of his neck, your arms pulling him closer towards our wet, hot mouth.

The growing intensity was evident as you both began to lose breath. You felt yourself slightly gasping for air, but continuing to collide your lips with his, as you couldn’t let go of the wondrous feeling it ignited within you.

Tom decided to let you breath (lol), and trailed his lips from yours all the way along your chin, neck and collar bones. Your eyes shot open as you felt his wet lips press themselves against your collarbone, and sucking slightly. The feeling caused a gasp to escape from your lips, your stomach twisting into a knot.

Tom felt you shiver beneath his lust-filled touch and released, leaning down to softly kiss the area that caused your state of shock. You softened at his actions and brought your head back down to watch what he would do next.

Your breaths heavily mingled as you made eye contact, the energy and emotion bouncing off the walls, “C'mere,” Tom whispered against your neck, the contact against the sensitive skin was enough to cause your eyes to shut in sinful and needy thoughts.

Tom’s hands slowly ran down your arm, his hand grasping yours. His fingertips played with yours and his figure stood up from his previous position. Your eyes scaled his features and feel back into a deep state of love just by feeling of him being this close to you.

He tugs slightly on your arm, Let me truly show you how much I need you,“ Tom whispered, eyes softening at the sight of your flustered features.

Both your hearts were now laced together in more than one way you could describe. As Tom led you to his room, your passion for him was just as much as he had for you.

You finally knew where your heart belonged.

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Just once // SHAWN MENDES

“God, just once could you be here for me? Once. Thats all I’m asking,” I cry, my hands flying into the air. 

“I’ve always been there for you,” He says, one hand running through his messy curls.

“May I remind you last month, dinner, Michelles- 7pm? Ring any bells?” I scowl.

“I was at the studio, you know how I get after a long day writing,” Shawn turns away like he’s going to walk off.

“I texted you 3 hours before!” the anger in me uncurled, blinding me to any other emotions. “Then the meeting with my parents! We barely see them and they wanted to meet up with us and where were you?” 

He shoots me a regretful glance. “Getting drinks with the boys,” Shawn murmurs.

“Damn right you were,” I cry again, my arm flying out, knocking the wall, pain shooting up my wrist. “Shoot,” I whisper, rubbing the area to try and soothe it. 

“Baby, are you o-” He begins to ask stepping towards me. 

“Stop,” the word hangs in the air, silence engulfing us. I sigh. “Every award show, as many concerts as I can, I’m always there- cheering you on,” I look up at him. The sight of him made my stomach clench in a way that made me want to throw up. Pain from his mistake, was clear in his eyes.

“I know you are, I love that you are there for me,” He tries to say but I cut him off again.

“Then can you understand how much it meant to me, for you to be at university as I graduated? I looked for you!” my eyes began to water and I knew that soon I would become a fountain of tears. 

“When I was waiting for my diploma and I couldn’t find you I just thought ‘Maybe Shawn’s just the late, the parking was pretty bad!’” Here came the tears. “Then it got later and it was time for my year to line up and I still couldn’t see you anywhere so I just blamed it on ticket issues, or you couldn’t find which hall we were in,” I finish in a sob, my arms wrapping around my waist trying to provide a sense of comfort from the isolation I was feeling. I meet Shawn’s eyes again and it does nothing to cease my crying. 

“That wasn’t the worst part- the worst was walking across the stage and having to stare out into an audience, filled with strangers, and not being able to identify a single person who came to see you,”

I turn away, pressing my back against the wall, sliding down till I’m seated. 

“Y/N” Shawn whispers, not knowing how to approach the situation. The distance hadn’t done anything good for our relationship. It made it worse. Provided a void I didn’t know how to fix.

“After the ceremony I walked out,” I hiccup, my voice raspy after my crying episode. “Everyone was taking pictures with their family or friends or at least someone. I waited again. Hoping that maybe you were just seriously late and you would at least show up to take a photo with me in my robes before I had to return them,” I stare across the room. 

“I waited for at least an hour. You didn’t show. I returned the robes. Got in my car. Drove back home.” I shrug my shoulders as if it wasn’t that big of a deal. My teary, red eyes lock with his watery ones.

“You were here of course, watching TV, Should have guessed,” I say sarcastically, pulling myself from the ground and trying to appear stronger then what I felt inside. 

“Baby I swear I completely forgot- I never meant to miss you graduate,” He pleads reaching out to grab one of my hands. I tug my hand out his grasp.

“But you did, you always do it. Whether its because of work, distracting you, making you forget or some other reason you always seem to forget me and that’s- that’s okay because I’ve realized I’ll always come second best to you and I always will,” I chuck my diploma on the kitchen bench, the paper making a soft slap against the cold marble.

I turn and begin to make my way upstairs, my eyes sore and dry. 

“Y/n, please, baby no, I’ll do anything to make this up, make it up to you,” Shawn calls trailing me up the stairs. I turn around to face him.

“Just,” I cry, pausing to calm the anger that reappeared. “I need space right now,” I reach the top of the stairs and go to the cupboard pulling out an overnight bag and begin to quickly chuck clothes I may need.

“What are you doing? Stop! What is that supposed to mean?” Shawn calls tugging at the roots of his hair in a stressed manor. 

“I’m leaving for a couple nights, I’ll stay at Sammy’s,” I say calmly. 

“Like hell you are,” Shawn goes to my bag and pulls things out I previously put in.

I’m leaving,” I state firmly holding his gaze. “You can’t stop me,” 

“Will you come back?” He asks and for a fraction of a second he looks scared and vunrable. A fraction. 

Maybe,” I say, finishing up with my bag, I race to the front door, lugging my bag with me as Shawn chases after me.

Once I go to open the door I look back at him as he gives me a wavering look, begging me not to leave.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll forget I was ever here in the first place,” with that remark I slam the door shut.

Originally posted by everythingshawnmendes

Not My Dean

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

A/N: For my darling nugget @impala-dreamer and her One Prompt 4 All Challenge. The prompt is bolded. Beta’d by actual angel @amanda-teaches. I tried something a little different (for me at least) let me know what you think! Please? No seriously I die for feedback I’m trying to get better at this racket and I can’t without it okthanksloveyoubye. ;) Enjoy kiddos! (ps if you feel like subjecting yourself more often, tag lists are open)

Words: 1,650

Warnings: Few swears, monster-related hostage type situations, smidgen of angst. Nothing crazy though, it’s all pretty PG-13.


“What the hell?” You were groggy and sore. Why the hell were you groggy and sore?

“Y/N? Hey, are you alright?”

“Sam?” You tried opening your eyes, only to find darkness. Scrunching your nose, you realized you had a blindfold on. That would explain the dark. As you slowly started to come to, you realized your soreness came from your hands being tied behind your back and your ankles to the legs of a chair. Not to mention your pounding head. Best guess was you were hit with something. Hard.

“Yeah, it’s me. Are you hurt? Like hurt, hurt?”

“Uh, no. No, I don’t think so. My head might be bleeding or maybe was bleeding? But it’s not bad. Where are we? I have a blindfold on. Do you have a blindfold on?”

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Falling in love with you (part 1)

This is my entry for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ’s seasons of love - colors of fall challenge! And it is also the start of my very first series! Warning - updates will be a bit here and there because I am fitting this in with the prompts for each season. But plan is 4 parts  (one for each season) and then a final epilogue :) Prompt for this one is thanksgiving, and it’s all in Dean’s P.O.V.

Word count: 1,490

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam

Warnings: mention of previous injury, Dean’s eyes are bigger then his stomach :’)

Sitting at the library table, Dean poured himself another whiskey and watched as Sam and Y/N had a ‘lively debate’ over what this monster they were hunting really was. It was rare to get a case less then an hour away from the bunker, and Dean had to admit he was grateful for being able to come home every night, to a decent shower and his own bed. Especially as his shoulder was still aching from where it had only just recently healed up from the stab wound he’d gotten a couple of cases ago.

“Dean!” Y/N’s voice snaps me back to the here and now, and I look to see both her and Sam staring at me.

“You still with us?” Sam asks, as Y/N pushes herself up from the table and walks over to his side.

“Yeah, just my shoulder’s still a bit sore.” With those words, Y/N’s face softens, and she kneels down beside me.

“Why didn’t you say something you div? I’m sure I’ve got some painkillers knocking about somewhere.” Her jokey tone is slightly underlined by one of guilt; after all, I’d gotten stabbed protecting her from a particularly persistent demon.

“I’m fine Y/N. Promise. But if you feel like giving me a massage, get out all the kinks, I won’t say no.” She rolls her eyes at that, as I give her a particularly lewd wink.

“I was a chef before hunting, not a masseuse. Besides, Sammy boy has a lot more strength then me, so go ask him.” Standing back up, she pinches me on the back of the neck, and when I halfheartedly moan gives it a hard poke with her nail.

“Oh my god that’s it!” she exclaims.

“What?” both me and Sam say.

Heading back to the table the case files are sprawled out over, she starts shifting through photos and pieces of paper until she finds what she was looking for.

“Take another look at the bruising patterns on the back of the victims necks.” Sam takes the photo and studies it intently, and you can see the moment the lightbulb switches on in his head.

“There’s puncture marks.”

“Yep. And given the spacing between them, my money’s on vampire.”

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What You’ve Wanted (E)

Reader x Jimin
Smut (obligatory Dom!-border-line-Daddy!Jimin)
Word Count: 3358

Summary: Sometimes you just have those days of insatiable hunger, and the only one that can feed you is your boyfriend, Jimin.

You woke up to an empty bed, as you knew you would. Rolling to your back, you stared blankly at the ceiling, your feelings getting jumbled inside, leaving you confused. You knew you wanted something, but you couldn’t for the life of you figure out what it was you wanted. That is, until your hand slid lazily down your half- naked body.

The first thought that came racing to your head was the night before. You and Jimin had been on the couch in the living room, watching a movie as the day wasted away. You were curled into his body when you felt his fingers slide down your arm, a ticklish sensation making you squirm in his embrace.

“God, you’re so sensitive,” he mumbled, mostly to himself, but you still heard all the same.

“You never have a problem with it when we’re in bed,” you mumbled back, still squirming as his fingers continued their caress on your skin. You heard him hum in agreement.

“That’s where we should be, don’t you think?”

Your focus was still on the movie, so you hadn’t heard the suggestive tone in his skin as you responded. “It’s not even that late. Why go to bed so early?”

He shrugged. “You’re right. I could fuck you here, if you don’t feel like moving.” Your eyes snapped to him, leveling how serious he was to see that usual grin that confirmed he very much was serious.

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Iron Man & Mrs. King (10/?)

Pairing: Tony x Reader
Word Count: 1,312
Warnings: Domestic Abuse, fluff, some swearing. JARVIS is still an AI, Bucky is part of the team.
Chapters post on Mondays and Thursdays.

Originally posted by fanfic-shiz

9:30am Saturday Morning, Stark Tower

Tony’s mouth open and closed a couple of times trying to formulate an answer for Y/N when Nat walked into the room, coughing into her elbow.

“Morning everyone,” she said softly as she got a cup of coffee and sat at the counter on the other side of Y/N. “Steve’s making pancakes? Nice! How are you feeling this morning, Y/N?”

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Do You Feel It?

A/N: I absolutely LOVE the “seeing wings = soulmates!” troupe. However, the fics I’ve come across for Gabriel always seem to have him getting super excited super quickly. I feel like it would be a more emotional moment that takes a moment to adjust to. I wanted to see him vulnerable and flustered. Here’s my take on the idea of wings and soulmates. 
Pairing: Gabriel/Reader 
Warnings: fluffy fluff 
Synopsis: “Angles have this…thing. About angels. And angel wings.”
Gabriel. The name was familiar, obviously. Besides perhaps Lucifer, he was the most well known Angel, even if I hadn’t been raised Christian. I’d learned about the Archangel Gabriel in the same breath I’d learned about Jesus, seeing how he announced Jesus’s existence to the Virgin Mary. His name was spoken in a reverence by every religious figure I’d met growing up, he was a biblical fixture in my life. Which is why I was left a bit short for words when Sam and Dean announced his impending arrival with undisguised disdain.
“Gabriel. THE Gabriel. Is coming here? To help us with a hunt?”
Sam gave a disgruntled sigh, “yeah. Hopefully he won’t be here long and we won’t have to deal with him too much.”
I knew the stories about the boys’ run-ins with the angel. As much of a show as they put on, they didn’t seem to hate him as much as they hated some of the other angels. There was a deep-seated distrust and vague annoyance, but their faces didn’t darken at his name like it did with others, which I took to be a good sign.
Honestly, I loved the stories about Gabriel. While misguided, he seemed to have a good heart and sense of humor. I mean, come on, trapped in TV? It’s the single-greatest prank I’d ever heard of. The Mystery Spot mess was perhaps a little overboard, but the point he was tying to make to Sam was with good intention. Surely he’d redeemed himself, at least somewhat, in their eyes when he helped them against Lucifer. It had broken my heart to think he’d almost died, even though I’d never met him. It was several years later that the boys found me hunting a rugaroo solo and had taken me in. I’d been with them for about a year now, so it surprised me that I hadn’t met Gabriel. I was quite looking forward to it, much to the apparent annoyance on the Winchesters’ faces. If they’d expected me to be sulky about this interesting turn of events and expansion into my hunting life, they were sorely disappointed.
“(Y/n) really, he’s not that big of a deal, and if you act like he is, it’s going to go straight to his head and make him even more of an annoying jerk than he already is.”
Dean piped up, “Not to mention he did technically kill me, like, a lot. No matter what funny façade he presents, you can’t afford to forget how dangerous he can be. In fact…maybe it’s best if you aren’t here when he comes. The less he knows about you, the better, if you ask me.”
“Are you kidding me, Dean?” I turned to Sam, who had an expression that was starting to mirror Dean’s. “Sam, you’ve got to be kidding me! I am a grown woman, the two of you are not my keepers!” They may have taken the place of surrogate brothers in my life, but they most certainly did not have any authority over me. “If I want to meet the infamous Archangel Gabriel, I will, and you cannot stop me. Dean, no-” Dean had opened his mouth, about to argue. “I was hunting for YEARS before I met the two of you. I’ve met every monster imaginable and my religion is one of the only things I’ve held on to from my pre-hunting life. I’ve been around Cas a ton and hell, I’ve literally met Mr. Call Me Chuck himself! You say Gabriel has information that could help us, by Chuck, I’m going to be there to meet him with you and there’s nothing you can do about it!” I finished, a little childishly, just short of stomping my foot and sticking out my tongue.
“This one’s firey, I like her. Where’d you find her?”
Startled, the three of us whipped around. Standing in the middle of the library behind us was a (rather attractive) man. He was much shorter than the boys, but a couple inches taller than me. He had golden blonde hair and caramel-colored eyes that seemed to constantly sparkle like he was mid-laugh. His face was upturned in an amused smirk. He noticed me watching him and gave me a wink. “Gabriel, Archangel of the Lord, but I believe you’ve figured that out.” He turned to the boys, “No holy fire? No pre-drawn angel banishing sigils? Boys, I don’t know whether to be disappointed in your lack of preparedness or impressed with your increasing capacity for trusting people. What can I do you for?”
The boys begrudgingly began explaining to Gabriel the details of the case. We suspected the witch we’d been tracking had somehow gotten hold of a Hand of God. With Gabriel’s attention fixed on the boys (or, mostly fixed. Every so often he would glance at me, almost like he was sizing me up. It was both intriguing and intimidating) I took a moment to examine the most incredible feature of my new acquaintance: the six massive golden wings protruding from his shoulder blades. They seemed to fill the entire room. They looked like they were spun with pure gold. Not only did they reflect light, they seemed to radiate light and warmth. There was an edge of one of the wings near me. I resisted the urge to reach out and stroke it. I wanted to know if they were as soft as they looked, but I didn’t want to overstep any weird angel boundaries. I couldn’t help but be a little confused. I’d been around Cas a hundred times. I’d met Hannah and Balthazar. Why had they kept their wings hidden? Gabriel seemed to be proud of his, showing them off like he was. Every so often he would give them a gentle shake, as if he was adjusting them, causing the light to ripple down his feathers. The effect was mesmerizing. If Cas’ wings were half as beautiful, surely he’d want to show them off, too.
“–(y/n)? (Y/n), you there?” I shook my head a little and turned to the three pairs of eyes watching me, waiting for a response. I wasn’t sure whether or not mentioning an angel’s wings was acceptable or appropriate, so I decided to keep my thoughts on their beauty to myself.
“Sorry, I got lost in thought for a minute there. What were you saying?”
Dean replied, “we were saying that we need hard proof before we go charging in, just in case this is the real deal. You ready to tank this bitch tomorrow?”
“Sure,” I replied. “The three of us? Or…all of us?” I tried to ask innocently, glancing at Gabriel. With all my heart I wanted Gabriel to be there, too. However, I had only just met the man. I hadn’t even spoken to him yet. Why I so desperately wanted him to stay I didn’t know and I didn’t want to be…weird. Gabriel was watching me, dear Chuck I hoped he wasn’t reading my mind.
“You, me, and Dean tomorrow,” came Sam’s reply. “We need to cover our bases and find out everything we can about what we’re dealing with tonight. If this truly is a Hand of God, we need to be prepared.”
“I’ll be on standby,” Gabriel added. “Just a quick prayer and I’m there. Now, who’s hungry?”
Gabriel ended up spending the afternoon at the bunker. After he popped in six pizzas (two topped with chocolate sauce and candy. It looked awful but according to him “candy goes good with everything”) Gabriel half-helped the boys research and half-spent his time talking to me. I tried to help research with the boys, but I couldn’t help myself talking to Gabriel. There was this strange pull I was feeling toward the angel. Perhaps it’s because he’s an archangel. Against my normal thorough hunter’s training, my head was only halfway in the researching while he sat across from me talking about his favorite biblical misconceptions and telling me stories about the boys from before I’d met them.
“Here’s a thought,” I said two hours later after closing the book I’d been attempting to read from. “Why don’t we simply…ask Chuck?”
“Well, we don’t exactly have him on speed-dial,” replied Sam.
“Besides,” added Dean, “He split after the whole Amara thing, remember? ‘The world has you’ and all that bullshit. I doubt he’d answer even if we could call him.” I nodded my head, conceding to the reasonable argument. I grabbed another book and pulled it toward me. I could feel eyes on me. I looked up and my eyes met Gabriel’s. He was watching me with an intensity that almost made me uncomfortable. Instead of opening the book, I stood up, breaking eye contact.
“I need some fresh air. I’m going for a walk.”
The boys didn’t look up from the books they were engrossed in. Dean grunted and Sam gave a vague wave of acknowledgment. Determinedly not looking at the angel, I grabbed my jacket and walked across the room and up the stairs to the door. Making sure I had my key, I stepped out into the cool evening air.
I took a deep breath and began walking. I barely paid attention to where I was headed, vaguely west toward the sunset. I had walked a radius around the bunker of a few miles in every direction during the year I’d spent here and my feet took me to one of my favorite spots: a small clearing in a grove of trees on a hillside, perfect for watching the sunset. I sat down and surveyed my surroundings. The air was definitely helping me clear my head. What was wrong with me? It was like Gabriel was clogging my senses, making my head fuzzy and warm. It was a strangely comfortable suffocation, one that was equal parts invited and confusing as hell. I had literally only met him this afternoon! I had never developed feelings for anyone this quickly, especially feelings this strong! It didn’t make any sense!
“You feel it too, don’t you?”
I stood up quickly, turning to the voice behind me. I relaxed immediately once I saw Gabriel. Which was also wrong! I was a hunter! What was I doing relaxing at the sight of a potentially dangerous creature that I barely knew? Gabriel seemed to read the mix of emotions on my face.
“It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I…don’t think I even could. I have this…weird pull toward you. Am I crazy? Do you feel it?”
It was almost unnerving seeing him so vulnerable, asking for reassurance. The stories I’d read and learned about for as long as I could remember were of this mythical and intimidating figure of Heaven. The stories the boys had told me were of this powerful and annoyingly pretentious asshole. The man before me was…a man.
He reached his hand up to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck, obviously uncomfortable with my silence. His wings twitched, causing the light from the setting sun to dance with the golden luminescence of his feathers. The movement caught my eye, which he noticed. His hand froze on his neck and his eyes widened. I met his eyes and his eyebrows cinched, mouth slightly agape. He shook one of his wings purposefully. I glanced toward the movement and back to his face, confusion I’m sure was evident on mine. His hand dropped from his neck and he released a long breath he had been holding. He took a step backward as if in shock and asked in a quiet voice, “…you can see them, can’t you?”
Slowly, I nodded. “Gabriel…why can I see your wings, but not Castiel’s? Hannah’s? Balthazar’s? Do they keep theirs hidden?”
Gabriel’s focus on me was intense as he seemed to gather himself. He cleared his throat and took a couple steps toward me. His hands looked like they were attempting to reach out and take my arms, but he was holding himself back. “Um…no. Not technically. There’s this…thing. About angels. And angel wings. Even we can’t see each other’s wings.”
This surprised me, but it only deepened my confusion. Angels couldn’t see each other’s wings? So, why could I?
“I guess that’s not entirely true,” he amended. “In certain…circumstances, we can. It’s simply one of those things. Showing your wings is kinda like showing your privates. It’s an intimate thing. Only reserved for special…partners…” he trailed off. I stepped toward him. We were inches apart. The fuzziness in my head was starting to return, along with a strange clarity.
“Partners?” I pressed.
“Well, more like…mates. Like…soul mates. It sounds cheesy, but only an angel’s soul mate is able to see an angel’s wings. You can’t see Castiel’s because he’s not your soulmate.”
“But I can see yours. So that must mean…”
“Yeah.” He closed the distance between us, allowing his hands to wrap around my back and hold me closer to him for a fiercely passionate kiss. I returned it with fervor. His hands trailed up my arms to cradle my face. My hands found their way to his hips and our bodies pressed against one another. Every cell in my body was on fire. Every ounce of my being was screaming how perfect this felt, how natural and overwhelmingly right. I wanted to kiss him for the rest of my life.
I started to giggle while we kissed. He broke away and rested his forehead against mine. “What, in the name of my father, could be so funny at a moment like this?” He teased.
I grinned at him. “I’m standing on a hill in a field kissing THE literal archangel Gabriel whom happens to somehow be my soulmate. If my mother could see me now…” he chuckled and kissed my nose. His wings, unbeknownst to me, had wrapped around us, forming a sort of cocoon around us both. I started to reach my hand toward the feathers close to me, but stopped. I glanced at Gabriel, who gave an almost imperceptible nod of permission. I continued my reach and stroked the feathers. They felt like clouds woven into a fabric. Their softness was indescribable and the warmth was comforting to the touch. Gabriel let out a hissing gasp the moment I made contact. I pulled my hand away and looked to him immediately, terrified that I had somehow managed to hurt him. He noticed my distress and kissed my forehead.
“It’s okay. I’ve just…never felt anyone touch my wings before. It’s like if you suddenly had nerve endings in your hair. It’s startling, but extremely pleasant.”
Just then, my cellphone began to buzz in my pocket. I pulled it out and glanced at the screen.
“The boys seem to be getting worried…how long have we been out here?” I couldn’t see the sunset behind Gabe’s wings. When he pulled them back, I learned that not only had the sun gone down long ago, but the heat radiating from his wings had effectively blocked off the chill of the night. I was immediately onslaught by cold air and wrapped my arms around myself, shivering at the temperature difference. Gabriel noticed and held me in his arms.
“Hold on tight, sugar,” he whispered in my ear before snapping us into the bunker’s living room. Dean and Sam, who had been sitting on the couch and in an armchair respectively, both jumped up as we materialized in front of them, concern evident in their faces. Concern that quickly turned into confusion and apprehension as they took in the protective and possessive way Gabriel was standing with his arms around me, and the comfortable way I was leaning my back against his front. Dean’s eyebrow slowly raised as he caught my eye.
Grinning sheepishly, I looked at the two of them and said, “boys…you may want to sit down. I believe you both need a break from research and there’s some…things….that need to be talked about.”

Dating Leonard McCoy would involve:

  • Pretty much everyone who knows him is surprised that an old grumpy doctor like Bones is with someone like you
  • But they totally think you’ll be good for him. And McCoy tends to agree
  • Not taking his shit whenever he gets really snarky. But also responding to his sarcasm with even more sarcasm. It’s a beautiful and complicated thing
  • Highkey protective of you, but won’t ever admit it
  • “Your hand is sore? What the hell, Y/N, why didn’t you come to me earlier? For all you know, you could have irreparably damaged the muscles and-” “Leonard, it’s fine.”
  • But he’s really just looking out for your well-being
  • Your downtime consists of just relaxing together in the peace and quiet. Maybe reading under a blanket with a soft light and some tea
  • He isn’t all that into PDA, especially around his peers.
  • He’ll grumpy and frown whenever you give him a kiss on the cheek while working, but when you walk away, he smiles and it just makes his day a little better

Requested by supernova750~

#25 Not usual clothing/dress up (Cas x reader x Dean)

Summary: For my 100 kinks list!

Pairing: Cas x reader x Dean

Word Count: 1,300ish

Warnings: smut (fingering), language

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Beast imagine

Imagine: Agreeing with Beast that Romeo and Juliet isn't that great

Originally posted by mark-hamil

Don’t own Gif, credits to owner

In this, you become a prisoner guest along with Belle, your best friend. Also, apologies if this is too long and if the characters seem out of character.

It was the very next day when Belle dragged Y/N out of the castle grounds in hopes to escape. During that same night, Adam got injured while projecting the two from wolfs. Y/N felt terribly guilt for everything. Even though, they didn’t do anything wrong. So, in return Y/N insisted that they’ll treat Adam’s injuries. Denying any offer of help, claiming that they can do it themselves.

 Currently, it’s early morning for the sun is shining through the windows. Y/N, Belle and the other servants are in Adam’s room to check on him. Belle is sitting a bit away from Y/N to give them room as they check Adam’s temperature. Once Y/N tell the others that Adam is doing fine and doesn’t have a fever, they sit back down (for they had to stand to reach him) and Belle stands up and ask questions while staring at the rose. Y/N didn’t pay any attention to the conservation as they already know about the curse, thanks to the chat they had with Mrs Potts last night. 

Y/N look over to the rose as a pelt falls down. With a concern look, Y/N looks back over to Adam who is awake. “You’re awake. How do you feel?” Y/N ask Adam quietly. For they didn’t want to interrupt the others conservation. As Adam slowly turns to look at Y/N concern e/c, he reply with the same volume as them: “..Sore”. 

Y/N nod their head in understanding. “You just need some rest to heal. Hopefully the feeling shall past soon. If not, tell me and I can make you some food that should help with the pain”. Y/N flash him a gentle smile. Adam, who’s feeling slight tired, nod his head in thanks. “Rest, you need plenty of it. I shall be right here with Belle and the others.” Again, Beast nod his head in thanks and he goes to sleep. But as he goes into the realm of dreams, Beast couldn’t help but to feel touch by Y/N’s concern. But also.. something else that he couldn’t explain. 

Some time has past and Adam woke up to Belle quoting Shakespeare. Adam gentle turns over to see Belle is alone. Feeling slighty disappoint to not see Y/N, Adam finishes Belle’s quote. Belle, with a face of astonishmnent ask;” You know Shakespeare?”. Adam scoff as he tuns over in his bed, but as doing so he reply’s with;” I had an expensive education”. 

Belle, with a face full of glee, proudly tells Adam that her favourite play is ‘Romeo and Juliet’. Before Adam could say anything, a voice beats him to it. “Oh God, not this again Belle!” said a voice full of annoyances.  

“What?” Ask Belle in slight shock as she looks over to the door, along with Adam, to see Y/N with a bowl of hot soup. “Belle, out of all plays. Romeo and Juliet?” ask Y/N as they walk over and put the soup on the bed side table“I don’t understand. What’s wrong with Romeo and Juliet?” Ask Belle, slightly offended“The heartache and the pining and Beast said as he makes a face of disgust. “Oh finally! Someone who understands! Honestly, it’s as if you never read Hamlet, Belle.” Said Y/N as they sit next to Belle. 

“I agree. The are so many books that are better then Romeo and Juliet..” Agree Adam as a fondness spread through his chest as he learns that Y/N thinks the same about Romeo and Juliet. Belle, shakes her head and gets up to leave the room. “Alright. I get it, I’m in a room full of non-romantic people. I guess I should leave you, Romeo and Juliet haters, alone.” Belle said as she leaves. 

“Oh I don’t have anything abasing romances its just.. Roman and Juliet? .” comment Y/N as they look over to Adam with a half smile. Adam ,who still feels a sort of fondness, nods his head in acknowledgement with his own small smile. “Though, it does seems like we need to show her some better books to read. Perhaps we can go to the library?” Think out loud Adam. Y/N eyes light up at the mention of ‘library’ and couldn’t help to ask about it. “You have a library?!”. “Of course I have a library. You honestly think I don’t have a library? I do need something to past the time with.“ answer Adam as his hearts speeds up. Beating wildly as he looks into beautiful e/c that’s full of fondness for books. 

The two find themselves staring at each others eyes, full of fondness for different reason. Y/N then realise that they are staring at Adam for a while and quickly looking away with a blush of embarrassment. Y/N gets up and slowly made her way out of the room while saying; “ I got you some soup. You have been asleep for a while, so I thought you would like something to eat. umm, I guess we can go to the library afterwards. I hope your injuries get better. Um, I see you later.”

As the door close, Adam gets up to sit in his bed and look over at the soup that’s left for him. Adam couldn’t help to smile widely as the fondness he felt earlier is still there, but it seems to be turning into an unknown emotion. One he never felt before. This seems to be happening by the simple thought of Y/N being concern for his wellbeing. As Adam reaches out to eat his soup, he looks forward to spreading time in the library with Y/N and wonder what other books they like. But also thinks of books they could read together. They’ll definitely won’t be reading Romeo and Juliet together.