these are shitty gifs but i just really wanted to make them

When Fire Meets Fire

Chapter 1: Spark

A/N: This is chapter 1 from a new fic I’ll be doing once the empathy series is finished! Let me know what you think! I’m really excited for this one. I don’t know how many chapters it will be, but it should be a wild ride! So, without further ado, here’s chapter one of “When Fire Meets Fire!”

Synposis: When Earth is deemed unsafe for you by Thor and Odin, you’re subject to reside in Asgard while your planet picks up the pieces from a recent attack. Although you are promised safety in Asgard, a threat still looms over your head as something more sinister is on its way. As if that wasn’t bad enough, you are forced to live in close proximity to the God of Mischief, Loki. Still burned by an old flame that was abruptly blown out, you hoped that he would have forgotten about you by now. From the moment you entered the realm, however, he seems to have taken an interest in making your life a living hell. You hate him with a burning passion, but what happens when fire meets fire?

Warnings: Smut, dom!Loki, violence, death, past heartbreak, betrayal (more warnings might be added later on)

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Well I decided to help myself feel slightly better and write some papa franku headcanons.
Enjoy some trash 😎


Filthyfrank (Joji Miller) headcannons:

-He seems a little loose in the noggin in videos, but in reality he’s pretty chill and relaxed but with a splash of filthy.

-He’d probably teach you some cute Japanese phrases.

-But in reality they’re super inappropriate and probably will get you in a shit ton of trouble.

-(Like saying the word *ochinchin, and him telling you that it means you look lovely or some shit.)

-Getting frustrated with his lewd words he teaches you and ending up using them on him.

-(If they’re dirty enough it low key ends with sex)

-10/10 had a fight with him in the minimal Japanese you knew which was funny because you can’t even form full on sentences.

-If you are fluent in Japanese you both have a foreign language fight to the death until one or the other gives up.

-You guys have some pretty funny inside jokes with each other that confuses the shit out of everyone else that doesn’t know about it.

-Poor Ian and max are incredibly confused because you never tell them any of your jokes.

-The jokes being something stupid like you telling an elderly woman about your *ochinchin without knowing the meaning, and him finally telling you what it means.

-You freak out because of how embarrassed you feel.

-Apologizing profusely to the woman.

*since we’re this far and you’re probably confused on what the word means, it’s the child word for penis.
You’re welcome.

-You’re definitely a background character in his videos. Finally getting comfortable enough to want to be a main character.

-Joji gets super excited over this.

-You’re probably filthys girlfriend in most of his skits.

-Since you’ve been in so many of his videos, he decides to ask you to move in.

-His excuse is that it’ll be more convenient for videos, which you can clearly see through his lie.

-10/10 say yes.

-He’s totally geeking on the inside, but trying to stay super calm on the outside.

-He probably breaks his stoic façade and freaks out in front of you with that cute smile of his.

-You’re now a main face in most of his videos.

-The fans are excited to see a new face, and not knowing you two are dating yet.

-Bloopers, so many bloopers of you two breaking character.

-Joji finding those times absolutely adorable.

-Finally getting comfortable enough to have a reveal video about your relationship status.

-Actually being surprised about how happy most of the fans are for you guys.

-Non supporters get shut down by the supporters.

-When you’re settled at home, and hanging around, he’s super relaxed, it’s almost like a completely different person walked through the door.

-But that doesn’t mean he’s always calm.

-You guys, like every other couple, have their ups and downs.

-Sometimes Joji is in a shitty mood but doesn’t mean to take it out on you.
(you do it too)

-This leads to backlash and starting a short but heated fight, ending with you in either tears or an extremely red and angry face.

-But most likely tears, because he turns into a complete dick and says things that shouldn’t have been said, but so do you.

-You’re both hurting, so this means you both take time to yourselves.

-Relocating to different sides of the house, sometimes even completely leaving, walking the streets or taking a drive for a few hours.

-When you finally calm yourselves, it’s an awkward but meaningful apology, but will take a day or two for it to fall into place again.

-10/10 Joji gives the best “I’m sorry hugs”.

-Wtf am I saying, he gives the best everything hugs because they feel like home, they make you feel comfortable, safe and they’re warm.

-Speaking of warm, he’s a literal heater. Fuck blankets, just cuddle with him, I’m pretty sure you’d warm up in an instant.

-You both have poor circulation, meaning your feet are probably cold af.

-Can we say, warm fuzzy socks?

-Can we say, steal all of our boyfriends sweaters?

-He’s missing 95% of all his sweaters by now, low key doesn’t care because he likes seeing you wear them but puts the “it’s super inconvenient” façade.

-Has a folder in his phone dedicated to pictures of you and him. But most of them are you.

-His background is a picture of you, or a meme you and him laugh at a lot.

-If it’s a background of the two of you he most likely got heckled by Ian,Max or Chad(maybe all three) about the picture and that’s why he’s changed it to the meme.

-Low key whipped for you, especially when you’re sick.

-Like the one time you had a cold and you said it was fine for him to go out with friends because you could take care of yourself. You called him like an hour later saying you needed cold medicine, he left his friends to grab you some and bring it to you.

-They’ve never let this down, now there’s a running joke along his friends about how whipped he is for you.

-Tbh you guys have broken up once or twice.

-Every time it’s happened, he’d always drunk call you about how much he missed you or how depressed he was alone, without you or how quiet the apartment was without you there.

-You’ve been together since, because you were low key feeling the same, and it was hard for either of you to be away from each other for so long.

-It’s a really healthy and stable relationship.

The Riverdaily Rundown - 08/25/2017

Hey hey hey, mah dudes. It’s Sam here! We are gonna get this show on the road real quick ‘cause there has been so much content today.

Like so much content. A beautiful wave of content. A Jesus blessed storm of content. It’s all thanks to RAS, some dedicated fans, and the cast members. Let’s give them a round of applause. Without y’all, we’d be fucking miserable.

Alright, let’s go bitches!

Hey, Bughead fans, guess what! WE GOT SOME MOTHERFUCKIN’ CONTENT UP IN THIS BIATCH! I ain’t just talking about lil’ photoshopped cartoon characters or shit! I am talking about legit content. I am talking about pictures from filming. I am talking about RAS being a frickin’ doll face. It’s great. It’s amazing! It’s just ugh. Let’s just talk about it!

RAS was an absolute babe, today. Not only did he bless us with an amazing photo of mechanic!Betty and mechanic!Jughead, he also blessed us with a beautiful caption that pretty much confirms endgame for bughead. (x) @sprouseharts

This photo. This caption. This tweet. Ugh. It’s amazing. It’s beautiful. I am more excited about this tweet than my own birthday. (it’s cool I hate my birthday) I’m more excited about this tweet than the Second Coming. I’m more excited about this tweet than I am about that left over piece of meat lovers pizza in the fridge.

It’s just fucking exciting (or I live a really boring, shitty life one of the two).

Here’s another post that compares the two mechanic!Bughead images we’ve gotten so far. It will murder you. My ghost lawyer is currently backed up filing my own lawsuits, so I’ll have to refer you to his colleague if you need one too. (x) @bugheadjones-the-third

@brittalundin​ also joined in on the fun! She tweeted out her support for mechanic!Betty as well! I’m glad to see that the crew is on the same page as the fandom! Or maybe the fandom is on the same page as the crew…? Idk. I’m just glad we aren’t trying to murder each other anymore! (x) @sprousehartinvestigation

Remember that time when I was glad that we weren’t murdering each other anymore? Yeah. About that. That’s a fucking lie. We’re murdering each other better than ever folks.

How do I explain this fandom? Easily. We hate each other. That’s all. That’s all there is to it. Pure hatred. So pure it has been formed into a new element. We’ll all be receiving a nobel prize this year for aiding in its discovery. Please wear semi-formal to formal wear. Thank you.

Anyway, why do we hate each other? I don’t know. Probably because humans live off of emotions and hatred/anger is a very strong one that can easily be given into. Also because there are a ton of different ships coming out of this show/comics and nobody seems to respect anyone else’s.

Or maybe because everyone gets worked up a little too much. I mean probably not right? It’s not like this fandom get worked up about a meme.

Except, wait, this fandom does get worked up about memes. (x) @thejugheadjones

Archie Comics’ twitter posted a very funny (and historically accurate meme) depicting the relationship between Betty, Archie, and Veronica. I got a good kick out of it, but it seems like some of the fandom just wanted to actually kick people because of it. By some of the fandom I mean the Barchie side of the fandom.

Look, dudes. I get it. You love your ship. You don’t see a lot of content from you ship in the comics or the show lately, but are you really gonna get pissed over a meme?

Yeah. Probably, huh?

To make matters worse the Bughead and the Varchie side of the fandom went off on the Barchie side of the fandom and shit just got hectic.

Gotta go change the sign from “1 day(s) without fandom fighting” to “0 day(s) without fandom fighting”. We were so close to beating our record of two days, guys. C’mon!

Dogs. Dogs are cute. Dogs are adorable. Dogs deserve love.

Cole. Cole is a person. Cole is probably adorable but like idk I don’t know him. Cole most likely deserves love.

These two creatures put together creates an infinite aura of happiness. Which is why we are so blessed (praise be to Jesus) to have these adorable photos and videos of both Cole and Dog together. (x) @rarecolesprouse​ (x) @gershwinn


Film her? I don’t even know her! *ba dum tss*

Nah, but the cast did some filming today, and it looks pretty rad. Like mega rad. Like the most rad thing that could possibly ever rad.

We’ve got some great pictures of a fishy looking scene going down in a shady side of town between Ronnie and a rival gang member? What is this? This is not okay. I am not prepared for this, right now. (x) @bronwynn

Deep breaths be damned! I am freaking out right now and living for it!

Here is some more in depth explanation of what happened during today’s filming from a fan who was present. It may be kind of a spoiler, but it’s definitely interesting! (x) @forsythe-p-jones

Cole was seen leaving a building, presumably to film. As he was leaving someone yelled that they liked his shoes and he did a little jig. This jig will forever go down in history as the best impromptu jig of mankind. Cole Sprouse will be receiving a golden globe and an emmy for his jig work. Tune in next friday to get the full, hour-long scoop on what truly went through his mind as he did his jig and the full story behind it. (x) @hobooutsider (x) @sprouseharts

Archie Andrews is a motherfuckin’ gansta. When he goes, he goes hard. We he fights, he punches first. When he does graffiti, he makes weird ass smiley faces. (x) @juggiesbetts @zumpie

Oh, Archie, dear. Congratulations on making Weenie Hut Jr. customer of the month. The fandom and I are so proud.

But not really. Boy, look. I know you’re going through some internal trauma and shit, but please explain to me why you are graffiting a happy face? Is it some deeper meaning shit? Are you putting on an act? Are you showing the world what it wants to see from you? Or do you just really like smiley faces, buddy?

#nojudgement #lies #lotsofjudgement #pleaserespondinMLAformattedessay

Wow. Here are some great pictures from today! A lot of fans managed to meet the cast and get pictures up close as well as far away! They are literally so beautiful they will make your eyes burn more than staring at the eclipse for 7 hours.

(x) @sprouseharts (x) @sprouseharts (x) @sprouseharts 

Also here are some gorgeous pictures of Madelaine Petsch! (x) @riverdales-daily

People are freaking out because Lili posted that picture of Cole with a dog on her instagram. That’s really all I have to say about that.

Here is some Varchie content that @veronicadvalle provided us with once again! (x) the parallel between these scenes hits me in the feels, man!

#deadagain #callmylawyer


Now here’s just some content ‘cause I’m sick and I’m tired and I’m ready for sleep.

Gifs! (x) @tommensbaratheons (x) @anti-aureate

Funny Memes! (x) @zumpie (x) @bugheader 

Agreeable Textposts! (x) @musingmola

Fanart! (x) @gogenevieveart (x) @sprouseharts

Alright, folks! That’s all I got! I just want to give a huge thank you to @juggydunes for making my little gif header! I didn’t even have to ask, they just did it on their own accord! I love you so much! This means the world!

Sorry for the shitty (and late) rundown again! Sick Sam is a dead Sam! Haha! Hopefully I’ll be better soon! Lots of love!

Peace out, witches!


Request: “i’m a tattoo artist and you’ve never gotten a tattoo so i sorta have to pop your needle cherry not that i’m complaining” au

A/N: First off, that gif is killing me and I thought it’d be nice to use as the cover ‘art’ for this fic because why not? Adam is hot and just look how nice his hair is! Thanks @glitterbras​ for the request, I think I went a little overboard…anyways, enjoy! [GIF NOT MINE]

Word Count: 2.6K+

Warning: A few curse words.


“Are you sure about this?” Rey asked as she looked over from the drivers seat, you fiddling with your thumbs as you sure as hell weren’t sure about this, but it was what you wanted and you’ve been dying to get a tattoo. “I mean, you don’t have to do it just because Poe, Finn, and I have one, we don’t mind-”

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Hello, everyone! We’re already halfway the program and this blog is only two months but since I just hit 2k today I wanted to say thank you for liking my shitty gifs, sending requests, asks and just being overall friendly! 

Now I’m going to name some of my favorite blogs that are pd101 related and made this season more fun, follow them if you want more pd101 in your dash!

@fyboys101 / @lai-guanlin / @broduce-101 / @softsnuper / @ong-seong-wu / @broduce101boyz / @choigiraffe / @yougnmin / @lai-kuanlin / @binsmoon / @jinyeon / @jeongsewoons / @park-woojin / @donghans / @kentadeservesbetter / @park-woojins / @jongibugi / @peudyu101 / @im-youngmin / @misckpop / @fy-gwanghyun / @incorrectbroducequotes / @sewoonmyheart / @daewi

holy shit why’s my banner blue again

Hello peeps!

I’m back with my second follow forever. A lot of things have changed since my first follow forever, both positively and negatively. I have been heavily demotivated to continue this blog, due to certain things that have happened, such as the nsfw tag issue in addition to my emotional outbreak a while ago. However… a bunch of you have encouraged me that everything will be okay, and you will all be patiently waiting for my return if I do manage to take a break to cool out and let my blog rest for a bit. 

Lol but guys, I love making gifs THAT much. There’s basically no way I’m gonna give up this blog lmao. Content creating is an important aspect that brings the fandom together, and being able to be included in this community of content creators makes me feel warm and cosy. I love seeing my dash filled up with these exquisite creations. 

I just want to thank everyone who has supported this blog, and everyone who has appreciated my content. It really does motivate me to create better gifs for all of you. 

This follow forever would be a little different, it’s gonna be similar to a blog rec and I’ll be grouping blogs together based on their respective biases/who their blog is based more on. All the blogs I’ve included here are blogs I 100% recommend everyone to follow, as they’re run by dedicated people and they produce A+ content. 

If there’s 🥑 beside your name, that means i have a little message for you under the cut ^^ 
avocados cuz woojin’s avocado shirt was so fucking cute, i was gonna actually buy it but they don’t ship internationally fml, and why does it feel like i’m writing a love letter to all of you lmao
+ the amazing WOOJINGLES™ fam, I’ve also got a message for y’all under the cut as well :P 

Yoon Jisung: @yoonjsung , @yjjisung
Ha Sungwoon: @sung-woons, @sungwoona 
Hwang Minhyun: @minhyum , @minhwangs 
🥑, @emperorhwangs  
Ong Seongwoo: @ong-seungwoo 🥑, @extraongdinary 🥑, @ongsecngwoo, @ongdan
Kang Daniel: @godkangdaniel , @danik-chu, @peachyniel, @peachgodkangdaniel, @kngniel , @kangdanielprotectionsquad 
Kim Jaehwan: @kimsjaehwan 
Park Jihoon: @jeo-jang 🥑  
Park Woojin (basically da woojingles™ fam): @woojinnies 🥑, @parkkwoojin 🥑, @perkwoojin 🥑, @woojiniee@p-arkwoojin , @darkpastwoojin , @woojinstinygf
Bae Jinyoung: @deer-jinyoung  
Lee Daehwi: @dearlydaehwi 🥑, @daehwi-protection-squad 🥑, @wannaoneioi 🥑, @daeswhis , @hitoritabi,  @idaehwi, @dae-hwee 🥑, @daewi 
Lai Guanlin: @lai-guanlin 
Im Youngmin: @im-youngmin 🥑, @cherry-youngmin 🥑, @swoojin   
Kim Donghyun: @dxnghyuns 🥑  
Jung Sewoon: @godsewoon , @seongwoos 
Takada Kenta: @jbjanti   
Kim Yongguk: @jinguos   
Kim Jonghyun: @minsbugi 🥑  
Kim Donghan: @donghans  
Multi: @yooneroos, @misswannaone, @produced101, @onqs

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This is my first Male!Reader fic so I hope it’s okay. I took inspiration from my Pony fics and hoped for the best (as @imagine-that-marvel herself recommended). It got a little suggestive at the end and Tony is just a big bashful puppy. Natasha gives no shits. Thank you for the challenge, @anime-dillon88. I missed out the reader having powers unfortunately - you can just presume they’re a techie or something - and the most plotting that the others did was Tony and Nat pushing Steve right into the reader’s arms and then locking the door. That counts, right? Ah well, enjoy!

Prompt: Do you take request that are gay? like StevexReader(male) if so could you do one where the reader (with powers (your choice)) has just joined the team and the reader and Steve have feelings for each other ( and it is painfully obvious to the rest of the team) but neither of them know how to express their feelings so the team starts to plot. You can take it from there I’m sure, please and thank you.

“A Lesson in Temperament”

“Can you…” Steve dug his fingers into his temples, “Can you not touch those please?” He asked.

“I just need to borrow this one thing.” You muttered, rifling through the files that were organised on the table.
“Okay but there’s a system-”
“Never mind, I’ve found it,” You declared. “Honestly, how do you find anything in this mess?” You chuckled, nudging Steve with your elbow before skipping away. Steve was positively fuming. It had taken him a good few hours to organise those files and now they were mixed up again.

Red in the face, he stormed after you, snatching the paperwork out of your hands before you could leave with it.
“Can you not take anything seriously?”
“Oh, calm down, cupcake. You’re overreacting.”
“Overreacting?” Steve yelled. You rolled your eyes, provoking him further. “Overre- There was a system.”

“You and your systems!” You shouted back. Natasha, who was sat nearby, looked up from her tablet at the sound of the ensuing argument. “Cap, you need to lighten up a little bit. Maybe get a hobby.”
“Reading files is my hobby. Not that you’d know. All you ever do is sit in your room and slack off.” You gritted your teeth and folded your arms. “Maybe if you attended a training session once in a while you’d respect what I do more.”

“Listen, time capsule.” You snapped, jabbing a finger in Steve’s face. “The only respect you’re getting from me is that I’d give the elderly. Let me know if you ever need help crossing the road or using a computer.”

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Not To Give, Apparently


Part Two of To Give Or Not To Give


“So you’re really going to do this?” Liam murmurs as he fumbles with his keychain, sorting through every one to find his apartment key.

He doesn’t even give you the chance to answer as he picks out a single key and inserts it into the lock, his voice filled with rising excitement as he rewords his question into a comment. “You’re really going to do this.”

“I really am.” You mumble, glancing at his face as he turns the doorknob, pushing his weight against the door, a rush of warm air rushing out to envelope you as he stands to the side to let you pass by.

“After you.” Liam beams, his elation barely containable by his grin.

“Thank you.”

As you walk into the living room you hear Liam shut the door quietly, his footsteps echoing against the wooden floors of the dark and silent flat.

“I can’t believe you’re actually going to do this.” He repeats again, flipping on the lights of the living room as he slips off his shoes.

“It’s not like you would forget it. I’m staying with you for the next few days and if I know you at all, which I do, you would never leave me alone until I agreed. Better to do it now then to be tortured to the point of having to do it later.” You state simply, raising an eyebrow at Liam, daring him to even as much as neglect what you were saying considering it was all true.

He chuckles, nodding his head as he carelessly tosses his converse into the shoe closet near the entrance. “You know me so well that I could say you gave birth to me.”

“Accuracy on point, Payno.”

You focus on kicking off your own black and white pair of converse, suddenly becoming very interested in the scruff marks on the sides and a mysterious dark splotch staining the tip of your left sneaker, not wanting to meet his gaze.

You reached down, taking the hem of Liam’s tan sweater and pulling it up and over your head to leave you in your t-shirt, laying it down on the arm of the nearest sofa, not making any eye contact with Liam the entire time.

You can hear him shuffling closer to you and the lamp on the table close by dims, casting a warm glow over the room, all of the blinds drawn shut and any other source of light turned off.

“What are you doing?” You questions, casting Liam an odd look.

“Setting the mood.” He gives you a goofy smile, wiggling his eyebrows playfully as he sits down on the couch closest to you.

You smirk, gluing your eyes back onto the ground, the dark olive green and deep blue hues of color on the carpet under the coffee table gaining your undivided attention as he mumbles about how horny he’s been getting lately, telling you that he hasn’t been laid in months and that Woody–it being the stupid name he’d betrothed to his friend down under– was starting to become drastically lonely.

“If this all goes well and you wanna feel what I can give, I can assure you that you’ll have a friend in you.” Liam laughs.

You nod your head absentmindedly, giving anything your attention as long as it’s not him.

He notices, his voice faltering to a stop as he sees you messing with the cushion on the end of the couch, not laughing at his idiotic innuendos.

You see him scooting closer to you now, reaching up and touching your arm to ask for your attention.

“You okay?” Liam nudges you softly, looking up at you expectantly.

“Yeah.” You breathe, recollecting your sense of thought and nudging at the edge of the wool carpet with your socked foot. “I just…it’s nothing, really. Nothing important.”

Maybe you were lying; maybe it kind of is a bit important to you. It’ll sound dramatic and dumb, but at the moment, it was pestering you.

During the span of your life you had only ever given one blowjob, and from what the guy who had received it had said, it apparently hadn’t been very good. He hadn’t stayed hard for very long at all, either. The last thing you need is your best friend teasing you for the rest of your life because you didn’t know how to handle a dick, especially at the age you have.

One would think a nineteen-year-old would know how to give decent head, but you don’t really qualify as “decent” yet.

“Y/N.” Liam’s suggestive tone brings you to focus on him, his expression one of slight humor. “I’m your best friend. If there’s anything I know about you is that I can tell when your lying.”

His tone of voice mimics your own from before and you roll your eyes, shaking your head lightly as he snickers.

“Alright, sweetheart.” He says, beckoning your forward with a nod of his head as he pats his lap. “Come tell Daddy what’s the matter.”

You cringe at the pet name he’s assigned himself, a shutter running through your body at how strange it sounded being directed towards you.

You slowly make your way around the table, lowering yourself so you rest in his lap sideways, your legs stretched out before you on the length of the loveseat.

He looks at you, waiting for what you have to say, threading his fingers through your hair in an action to try and sooth you into him. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s that…I’ve only given a…you know…once–ever– and the guy I gave it to said I didn’t do a very good job. I know that if I do it to you and it’s shitty, you being the complete ass you can be sometimes, will never let me live it down.” You confess, letting out the entire weight of the situation in one big breath.

Liam stares at you with a stalk white expression for just a second, and then burst out laughing.

“That’s why you’re worried? Because you think I’ll make fun of you if I don’t like it?” He chuckles, shaking his head as he grins. “Babe, all you had to do was tell me. I’ll take you through the motions, alright? By the end of this playdate you’ll be a dick-sucking pro.”

His language makes blood rush to your cheeks as you feel him press a friendly kiss to your neck, setting his hands on your hips and pushing up gently to get you to stand up.

You watch as he reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, pulling out his phone.

“What’s that for?” You ask outright, giving the phone a tedious look.

“Just setting it on silent. Wouldn’t want it to interrupt all our fun, now would we.” He suggests, setting the phone on vibrate mode.

You let out a nervous laugh, chewing on the inside of your cheek–something you so when you get anxious.

Liam tosses the phone onto the recliner across from him, letting the device slip from his mind without a second glance.

You continue to stand infront of him awkwardly, not sure of what to do.

“Alright, love. Welcome to Professor Liam’s Blowjob 101. I’m Professor Liam, obviously. I also go by–” he put a finger up as he lists off every name, wiggling them in the air for emphasis–“Daddy, Sir, Your Honor, Your Great Dickness, Your–”


He lets out a laugh, nodding. “Okay. Any of those–preferably Daddy but whatever wets your panties. Anyways, we’re going to begin. Lesson Number One: More is Better.”

Liam runs a hand through his hair, leaning further back into the cushioning of the sofa to get more comfortable as he teaches. “When giving oral stimulation, it’s not just the mouth-to-genital act that matters, it’s everything that comes before that makes for the receiver’s ultimate pleasure levels to rise beyond compare. Just like regular sex, the subject needs to be prepped and ready before you begin.”

You try your hardest not to snort as Liam’s demeanor switches to one of seriousness, his vocabulary expanding so that it sounds like you’re in an actual college class and passing this lesson weighs whether you’ll succeed in life. In a sexual stance, it really will decide whether you have a great sex life in the future or not. How interesting.

You feel Liam’s larger hand slip into yours and he lightly tugs you forward, sliding his hand to the back of your thighs and pulling you to straddle him.

A fluttering sensation rises through your body from where his warm fingers gently dig into the flesh of your legs, the heat of his own skin passing through the denim fabric of your jeans as if you weren’t even wearing them. You become even more aware of his contact as his hands station themselves back at your hips, his thumbs sliding under the edge of your Rolling Stones t-shirt, his touch warmer when it’s actually skin-to-skin.

Your body shutters involuntarily at the affect he’s having on you, yet he’s unaware of how flustered you’re becoming.

“Foreplay is always the best part. It’s what ignites the flame inside the guy that makes him want more. Not only that, but since you get a chance to really make him hard, it gives you more power over him when the actual act comes into play. It’s a two-for-one deal.” Liam states, his legs shifting under you to allow him to accommodate his body to yours.

All his moving makes you tilt forward, your hands instinctively slapping down onto his shoulders to keep yourself propped up.

“Whoa, don’t get too rough yet.” He teases, referring to how hard the desperate impact of your hands had affected him. “Save that for later.”

You mumble an apology, your fingers smoothing over the broad muscle of his upper body to get a better grip on him.

“Okay, baby.” Liam says, looking up at you and giving you a cheeky smile, the nickname causing your stomach to twist. Liam always calls you pet names similar to this one, but considering the position you were in now, the name took on an entirely different meaning–a more upgraded form of affection then just a regular friend would give.

You doubted he saw it the same way, but you interpreted it in said form.

Your eyes wander down to his lips, following the curve of his Cupid’s Bow, the durable skin tainted a mesmerizing shade of pink do to the cold weather you two had just come in from. You bite back a moan as his tongue slides out, wetting the area and making them look more flushed than they already are. His teeth sink into his bottom lip, making the aching between your legs grow at how incredibly tempting he is making himself look. Whether it’s on purpose or not, the area inbetween your legs is beginning to become uncomfortably hot.

“Go.” His voice rings out in your ears, bringing your attention up from his lips to his eyes. He looks at you as if waiting and it clicks in your brain that he had told you to do something, but since you hadn’t been paying attention, you aren’t sure what he means.

“What?” You asks stupidly, sounding garbled and surprised, causing him to laugh.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know how to dry hump?” Liam questions, his voice filling with fake horror as you stare at him blankly, his words not quite reaching your brain yet due to how disoriented you had become before.

“I-I do.” You stutter out, nodding your head several times to try and get the point out into the open.

“Well then, go. Woody’s waiting.” Liam quips, throwing the area where both of your bodies are connecting a suggestive glance.

When you don’t act immediately he takes it upon himself to help, his hands slowly pushing your hips back away from him and then pulling forward, causing friction between both of your middles.

The feeling of having him under you and willing finally kick-starts your brain, your body finally understanding what it has to do as it begins to rock faster, mimicking what he had been helping you do.

He lets his arms go slack beside him, the feeling of your dampening core rubbing against his crotch finally soothing his want. He lets out a low moan, his head lulling back as his cock begins to grow beneath you, encouraging you to continue your actions.

Your nails dig into his shoulders as pleasure starts to spark in your lower region, a small mew of bliss escaping your parted lips.

You’re practically starting to bounce, rutting against him to keep the incredible sensation bubbling in the pit of your stomach and to keep hearing him give the small moans that send a crawling sensation down your scalp.

“Some-Some guys like it when girls become a bit dominant.” Liam breathes inbetween moans, biting down on his lower lip again as he works to keep a cap on his gradually rising sounds of ecstasy. “I fucking love it…”

“So what d-do you want me to do?” You ask, your body leaning forward so that your head rests inside the crook of his neck, the humping being more of a work out then you thought it would be.

“Be dominant. Don’t let me touch you, talk dirty to me, bite me if you want. Just do something.” Liam murmurs, his breathing coming out in small puffs. “Please…

You nod, lifting your head up so that your lips brush his ear, your hands finding his and pinning them against the sofa. You slow down your movements as you become more tired, but you find out fast enough that it gives a deeper, more filling form of pleasure as you can feel Liam’s hard-on pressing further into your crotch, causing you to shiver.

“You feel so big.” You whisper next to his ear, nibbling on his earlobe as you continue your slow rocking. “So fucking big, Li. I bet you’d feel so good inside me…”

Liam squirms from under you, his breath hitching in his throat.

“I want your big, thick dick inside me. I want it so bad. I want to feel you all the way in my tummy, Daddy. I want you to come inside me so hard– I want you to make me scream.” Your voice cracks as you feel Liam’s long moan rumbling in his strong chest.

He’s moving his wrists around, struggling to get out of your hold, wanting to run his hands all over your body and to take control.

“Do you wanna fuck me, Daddy?” You continue your filthy words, letting your lips wander over a vein that has become prominent in his neck. You suckle the skin inbetween your teeth, biting down until you hear a hiss stream from his lips. “Do you?”

“L-Let me touch you.” Liam growls, doing his best to sound commanding, but you grind down harder onto him, making him let out a sharp squeak and making his whole tough-guy façade fall.

“Just answer me. Do you want to fuck me?” You dig your nails into the skin of his wrists, making him jerk.

“Yes. Oh God, yes, Y/N, yes. I want to pound into you so hard, baby. So hard…

The actual meaning of his words suddenly hit you hard, making you freeze all your actions simultaneously.

Liam splutters in protest, looking up at you with wide, lust-clouded and pained eyes.

“Why’d you stop?” He whines, his bottom lip jutting out in an annoyed pout. His legs are twitching beneath you, his erection pressing into your jeans, no doubt oozing with precome.

All that can be heard in the dim, now silent apartment are both of your labored breaths echoing around the empty rooms, time seeming to be standing still as you stare into Liam’s dilated brown eyes, a few drops of sweat sliding down the side of his face. You hadn’t even realized you had been sweating either, but now you’re aware of how heated things had gotten as you catch a glimpse of a fogged up window to your right.

“You want to fuck me?” You repeat quietly, wanting to confirm that what he had said was indeed true.

Best friends never engaged in such actions as what you had just been doing, best friends don’t offer to teach eachother how to give a proper blowjob with one of them as the willing test-dummy, and best friends certainly never say they wanted to fuck eachother.

Yet here you two were, with Liam saying he’d love nothing more than to fuck you senseless.

“Y-Y/N, I-I didn’t–I just thought…In the heat of the moment–” Liam fumbles for an explanation to his confession, his tinted cheeks becoming even more colored as he struggles to come up with an excuse for what he had said. “W-What I guess I’m saying–”

“Then do it.” You interrupt his useless attempt to justify himself, speaking your words lowly but clear as can be.

Liam’s face goes slack in awe, the sentence you had just uttered catching him completely off guard.

“What?” He nearly gawks, his eyes flicking over your entire face as if looking for any sign that you were messing with him– a twitch of the lips, perhaps, or a cock of an eyebrow, but nothing comes.

“Then…then do it, Liam.” You whisper a bit louder. “Fuck me.”

Another long few seconds drag by as his mind filters what the words mean, the corner of his lips twitching in uncertainty.

The silence stretches, making you become bothered by how hesitant he is about his actions now.

You look straight into his intense gaze, begging him quietly to accept the offer–oh, how you want him to accept the offer.

When he doesn’t react, you break the stare down. You knew it was too good to be true. Liam was way out of your limit–he’s a celebrity for fuck’s sake. You had been way in over your head.

You make to push off of him, your heart starting to ache and sting with the weight of the rejection, tears of complete embarrassment forming at the edges of your eyes.

Opening your mouth, you struggle to form an apology, but as you push the first syllable leave your lips, you feel the rough skin of two hands grip your arms, yanking you back towards Liam.

The force turns you abruptly, wrapping its arms around you and pulling you into its body so that your foreheads are pressed together, your eyes centimeters apart.

“Yes.” A deep, throaty accent speaks out, the owner gripping onto you as if you were a lifeline. “I do want to fuck you. More than anything I’ve ever wanted, I want to–I have to.

You take an inhale of relief and as you push the air out, a pair of hot and wet lips press roughly against yours, breathing more air into your mouth as he sighs in relief.

You feel a smile spread across your face as Liam pulls you closer, pressing his chest to yours in a desperate attempt to eliminate the space between your bodies.

“I’ve always wondered how tight you would feel around me…” Liam murmurs as he reaches behind him, grabbing the cuff of his long-sleeved shirt and yanking it over his head, letting it carelessly fall to the floor.

You stare at his toned torso, your lips watering without consent as your eyes rake across rugged chest and muscular arms, making the wet spot in your panties grow.

He fiddleds with the hem of your t-shirt, ripping it over your head and letting his lips latch onto your neck as he runs his large hands down your back, his fingers sliding down the knobs of your spine to leave electricity shocking your body in his wake.

His fingers work on the clip of your bra, releasing it and watching as the only barrier between your breasts and his mouth slides away. You shiver, the intense air around you causing goosebumps to erupt along the milky skin.

You only have time to let out a strangled gasp as he reaches down and flicks the very tip of his tongue over your quickly hardening nipples, encasing one with his lips and sucking with breathtaking yet soft force.

You let out a staggering moan, begging him to keep going. Stabs of ecstasy build from your chest and over your entire being, the way his thumb is working over the other nipple as he gently suckles the opposite into his mouth driving you mad.

“Li-Liam, oh my God…” You squeak, your thighs rubbing against his as your body begins to act on its own impulses, wanting to have Liam satisfy every desire you’ve been feeling since you had first straddled him.

“Let’s change the plan some, yeah?” Liam murmurs against your chest, lifting his head up to lock his eyes on yours.

He pops the button of your jeans open, throwing you into motion as you take charge and finish getting them off as he does the same with his own, shoving them down his legs and kicking them off in the most deliciously desperate way you’ve ever seen.

He doesn’t wait to pull off his boxers, pushing them past his thighs to allow his full ten-inch cock to spring out from its confinements.

“I’m so ready, darling. You don’t even know.” He says as he reaches over and brings you forward, nearly ripping your undergarments off of you.

You stare down at him, precome bubbling over the tip of his throbbing, dark-red head as he beckons you forward with a small smile, spreading your legs so you hover over him, one knee on either side of him.

“Instead of giving you the blowjob course, I’ll just tweak the lesson a bit. We’ll save that one for another time. I want you to learn something from this–I want you to learn how to ride me, baby. I’m not going to fuck you, you’re going to fuck me.” Liam mumbles as he plants kisses down your abdomen, looking up at you through his eyelashes.

“You’re-You’re gonna teach me how to ride someone?” You ask, the idea seeming intimidating yet intriguing all at once.

You had never ridden anyone, making the lesson all the better.

“No.” Liam growls, seeming strange to you because you were fully agreeing to what he was offering.

But as he gazes at you with his eyebrows furrowed, what he’s suggesting clicks in your mind just as he lets the words slide form his lips.

“You’re not going to be learning how to ride someone, you’re going to learn how to ride me. After this, you won’t be wanting to ride anyone but me.” He smirks, licking his lips in anticipation as his gaze wanders to your dripping center.

“I wasn’t planning on anyone else.” You agree, leaning down to connect your lips to his.

One of his hands travels to your crotch, his fingers rubbing over the sensitive bundle of nerves as the other hand pumps himself, slathering himself in his own excitement.

You spread your legs farther apart, setting your hands on his shoulders to keep your balance as he begins to slide his fingers against you faster, making you bite down on your lip and whimper.

“Ready, babe?” Liam questions, his voice sounding strained.

“So ready, Li.” Groaning, squeezing his shoulders to assure him, you nod.

“Just sink down onto me slowly, angel.” He croaks, guiding your hips lower.

He grips onto himself, lining up as he pulls you down until you slowly sink onto him, a long hiss slipping from his lips.

You gasp, the sheer feeling of him filling you up to the brink sending your nerves into a frenzy, pain also stinging your abdomen at his size.

You stop about half-way down, hugging yourself closer to him, tears clouding your vision.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa…are you okay? Y/N, does it hurt?” Liam’s voice is tainted with concern, his hands smoothing over your back in comfort.

You nod, a small sob pushing past your lips as you hide your face in his neck.

“You don’t need to go all the way down, alright? Just as much as you’re comfortable with.”

“No.” You protest, getting fed up with yourself. You’d had sex before and you’d gone all the way, but Liam was way bigger than the other guy, proving to you that size indeed does matter. “I…I can do it. I just need more time…”

“Take as long as you have to.” Even as he says the words, you can hear the torture in his voice.

This only motivates you to try harder, letting yourself go down a bit more.

You’re nearly almost there, and taking a deep breath, you let yourself drop the last few inches, a garbled squeak emitting from your throat.

“You’re doing so well, baby.” Liam kisses your sweaty temple, smiling at you as you return the small smile through the tears, thanking him for the encouragement.

You begin to move, rocking yourself slowly at first but gradually speeding up, swiveling your hips at Liam’s suggestion.

You watch in awe as he throws his head back, looking at you through hazy eyes as he curses under his breath. A quiet “fuck” becomes audible, his head turning to the side as he begins to pant heavily.

“You’re so good at riding me, sweetheart.” Liam locks his arms around your lower back and pulls you closer, causing your ass to lift off of his thighs, his tip brushing an entirely new angle and you let out a scream, fisting handfuls of his hair and begging him to keep you like that.

You keep rocking up and down, the whole new sensation driving you insane.

“Oh, angel, mmmmh… My baby girl knows how to please Daddy, doesn’t she? She loves to please me, yeah? You want me to come into your warm, tight pussy, don’t you?”

Oh,yes, Li, yes! I want you to so badly! So much, please, Liam, please!” You cry out, crossing your arms behind his head as he continues to thrust up into you, each movement sending you closer to your release.

“I’m gonna come so hard if you keep that up, you naughty girl. You love Daddy’s big cock, right, baby? My huge cock ramming into that tight little hole of yours is driving you mad, isn’t it? You want it harder?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, God, yes!

“Ride me harder, then. Give me everything you’ve got. Fuck me until I can’t think anymore, sweetheart. Give Daddy the strongest orgasm he’ll ever have.” Liam whispers in your ear, sending your body into a spasming mess as you work your hardest to fulfill his request.

An indescribable burning sensation builds up in your stomach as you go faster, and you continue to moan Liam’s name as the feeling rips through your being, making your legs quiver and your knees buckle to stay on the couch.

You feel your release hit you hard, your excitement dripping down your thighs and onto Liam’s prick, whines and mews of pure euphoria tearing at your throat as you slam your lips against Liam as the last of your climax slips away, your body slumping forward against his chest.

“Almost there, baby girl.” Liam grits out and you try your best to keep yourself moving to help him get there, wanting him to feel what you had felt.

“L-Liam…” You pant, kissing along his jaw.

“Shit, shit–yes, darling?”

“Come inside me.” You growl, tugging harshly on the hair along the nape of his neck, remembering what he had said about dominance. “Come, Daddy, come.”

You feel him twitching inside you and then you feel him squirting into you continuously, his hot load mixing with yours as it drips down the side of your legs.

He presses his face against your neck as he screams your name, your fingers scratching at his scalp as he jerks under you, every last drop of him spilling inside you.

You collapse onto him, breathing hard as you try to regain your composure, Liam attempting to do the same.

Pulling your body up a bit, he slowly slips himself out from inside you. You whimper, the feeling of sudden emptiness causing a pulsing pain to weigh down at the pit of your stomach, a dull ache throbbing through your center.

Humming an apology against your skin, he pulls his face back to look at you.

You become self-conscious knowing that your sweaty and your hair is probably a mess. You try to run your weak fingers through your hair only to have Liam stop you.

“Don’t.” He breathes, shaking his head. “You’ve never looked more beautiful. You did incredible, angel. Taking all of me like that without protest–I’m impressed. You felt even better than what I imagined you would.”

You smile in gratitude at his compliment, setting your head on his chest as he reaches over you, grabbing his tan jumper from where you had set it on the sofa. It had surprisingly not fallen off during all of the hysteria, and you watch as Liam brings it over your head. You raise your arms to let him tug it over you, cuddling back up against his chest with your legs still dangling on either side of him, your arms wrapped around his torso.

He twirls the tangled strands of your hair around his fingers, kissing the top of your head every now and then to show affection.

“Hey,” you laugh, remembering what he had said before, “guess I got a friend in me.”

You grin as you feel his whole body moving as he laughs, shaking his head at his own joke.

“That you did.” He pinches your side, making you squirm. “Be ready for tomorrow.”

You frown, not recalling having anything even mildly important to do tomorrow considering it would be a Saturday. “What do I have to do?”

“Not you, ‘we.’” Liam corrects.

“Alright. What do we have to do tomorrow?”

“I’m giving you another lesson. Tomorrow I’m going to be teaching you some very important play tactics.”

“Like what?”

He gives you the same grin he gave you earlier at the coffee shop– the kind that makes you wary and makes your stomach flop.

“That depends. What’s your opinion on vibrators?”

By: Andrea

A/N: Here it is, guys! Part two! sorry for any pesky typos, it’s unedited :) Hope you like it and, as always, LOVE YOUUU! xxx

Imagine -  Cas finding out about your self harm scars

Word Count – 1052

Pairing – Cas x Reader

Warnings – Mentions of self harm, self hatred.


“Damn it! Ouch..” You grumbled to yourself, rubbing your wrist. “Is everything okay, y/n?” Cas asked from behind. “Y-yeah, I’m fine. Wrists still healing from when I sprained it on the last hunt.” Cas took his hands and placed them over your wrist gently, trying not to cause you any more paint than you’re already in. “Oh no Cas, you don’t have to heal me I’m fine.” Your heart raced, remembering that’s the wrist with your self harm scars on it. Before you could say anything else your sleeve rolled up, showing what you did to yourself. Cas stood in shock and gave you a confused look.

“What is this? Did someone hurt you?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over them while you flinched away. “It doesn’t matter.” You mumbled, looking away from him. “Well it matters to me, y/n. Who hurt you? Does Sam and Dean have to –“ You cut him off. “I did.” He didn’t answer and just stood confused. “I hurt myself, Cas.” “I..I thought humans were supposed to avoid getting hurt.” ‘Yeah, well some people just deserve the pain, Castiel.” You snapped, turning your back and walking back to your room.


You sat down slowly on your bed, sitting and thinking of what just happened. Sam and Dean found out about your self harm scars awhile back, realizing you always wore long sleeved clothes even if it was 100 degrees out. They got mad at first, but finally understood and promised not to tell Cas. The sound of your door knowing got you out of your thoughts. “y/n please, can I come in?” Cas mumbled behind the door. “It’s open.” You said softly, running your hands through you hair. He opened the door and closed it quietly. He walked over and sat next to you, bringing you into a big hug while you hugged back.

“I may not understand much about humans, but I can tell you’re hurting, y/n. Why are you hurting?” He asked softly. You sighed and stood up, thinking of what to say. “Have you ever felt guilty for someone’s death? I have. A million, million times. All those people we weren’t able to save on those past hunts? They were my fault. Maybe I took to much time doing my makeup and getting ready, causing us to be late, I don’t know. I also left my family for this life, Cas. I left my parents, my brother and sister.. You know what my dad told me? He told me don’t call. Don’t come and visit, don’t wonder about us,  don’t drag us with you. I used to be daddy’s little girl, and now it’s gone. I left my family, for this SHITTY life. This waking up every morning and wondering if this will be my last day, if this will be my last meal, my last shower, my last time seeing you and the boys… hell I wonder everyday if this will be the last time I ever see Sam, Dean AND YOU. I can’t lose you boys, ever. You guys are ALL I have. Not to help I think I’m fucking hideous, you and the guys are like sex gods and I’m a potato. I’m a failure, a stupid failure..” You looked down, sniffling and wiping the tears away. “I just want to be happy, Cas. I want to be me again. I want us all to be safe and happy and it’s like that’s to much to ask.”

Cas stood up and hugged you tightly again, so tight you thought you were going to pop. He wiped your tears away with his thumb and cupped your cheek. You looked up and noticed his eyes were watery too, was he really crying?

He looked down and kissed you lightly, not knowing if you would kiss back but when you did he deepened the kiss, feeling all of the butterflies in his stomach. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist, bringing you in as close as he could. “I might’ve not been able to save you before, but I promise I’ll try my best to save you till the end of time.” Cas said softly, running his thumb over your cheek. “Those death’s were not your fault, y/n. You couldn’t do anything to stop it, none of us could. Just remember you have saved more people then people who have died on those hunts, okay? For your family, that was their fault for throwing you out like that. They chose to not let you call or visit them. That was their mistake, because anyone would be lucky to be around and talk to you. I thank the lord every day for bringing you into my life. Same for Sam and Dean. Also you are no where near! ugly. You are beautiful, the most beautiful human being I’ve ever seen. You make me feel warm and happy inside. Whenever I’d see you my heart would beat harder and harder, and my cheeks would get … pink? Dean would always make fun of me and call it blushing, so I guess that. Just your slightest touch gives me shivers, and oh my I don’t know how I could hide my feelings for so long.” He stopped and took your hand in his, then looked at you with a smile. “I know this life is hard, I know we will have hard times, but as long as I have you by my side, I’m okay.” He finished his speech by kissing your scars gently, making your heart skip beats as you watched and smiled, feeling a few tears roll down your cheeks but it wasn’t sad tears, it was happy.

You and Cas didn’t realize Sam and Dean standing in the door way with tears in their eyes and a smile on their face. “Oh.. did you two hear all of that?” Cas asked awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. “Every single bit, we’re so happy for you both.” Sam smiled, giving you and Cas a hug. “I told you you’d win her, buddy.” Dean smiled, hugging you both also. “I’m a lucky winner.” Cas smiled to himself, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and kissing you softly while Sam and Dean made fake gagging noises in the background, but you didn’t care. You were happy, finally.


So time for another ficweek, lutteo’s time again, this works as usual, you get two prompts per day you can choose whichever you like more and write it, or you know write both if you are a strong soul. This ficweek will be from  the 24 to the 31 of July and the tag will be #lutteoficweek. I really really hope you guys can participate either reading or writing. Also I wanna thanks pau ( @ac-ars) for the help with the prompts and sarita ( @aquietgirlsmess ) for the beautiful beautiful banner.

Day 1

“It’s raining and you forgot your umbrella so I offered for us to share but this was a mistake because you’re tall and I am not and the wind is blowing water in my face and goddammit get down here”

“You’re an exchange student and my family is hosting you, we might become just a little too close during your stay”

Day 2

“You are just sneaking into my house definitely too late for you to be here and my parents have no idea, what were you thinking?”

“You’re my roommate and it’s way past midnight and you’re talking about how the moon must feel insignificant because it borrows light from the sun and this is all very interesting but will you please shut up and go to sleep” .

Day 3

“Hello I’m your boss and you’re the new employee who just saw me shove an entire cupcake into my mouth.”

“My friend bet me 20 bucks that I wouldn’t walk up to a random underclassman and ask them to senior prom and I’m about to be 20 dollars richer and, no, that doesn’t invalidate the question, you’re actually really cute”

Day 4

“uhoh i’m dating my boss’ child and had no idea until i took them as my date to a work function” 

“You noticed me standing off to the side instead of dancing, and I told you that I can’t dance but you just gave me the flirtiest smile and said that you’d teach me, and who am I to refuse”

Day 5

When I asked you what you wanted to order, you said “you” and now I’m kinda blushing?? And you look mildly horrified?”

“We both came here to buy the same movie but there is only one dvd left let’s split the cost and watch it together I have popcorn at home”

Day 6

“You’re offering to give me a kiss if I buy your shitty fundraiser popcorn? Well, in that case…”

We stumble into the mirror of erised together. we look into it. neither of us know it’s anything special. we just see our reflections

Day 7

“My best friend is getting married to your best friend and we have to walk down the aisle together, I remember never really liking you but you look so good in this, wow”

“It’s very rude of you to make me fall in love with you. Inconsiderate, really.”

Bonus day

Fix it fic day (Where you fix one canon scene to you liking)

Kiss Challenge #4: Kiss on the Forehead

words: 1282

“Elliot, I need you.”

Those words had interrupted yet another evening of Elliot tucked away in his apartment with Flipper. It was nearly eleven o'clock in the evening and, after an exhausting day of listening to Gideon ramble about how All Safe was going to crash and burn, he was unloading his mind. He had been scrolling through your Instagram and facebook feed looking for any updates surrounding your evening events, but no updates.

The phone call was also the reason he was standing on Coney Island, shivering from the ocean breeze. As he tugged his zipper further up, Elliot couldn’t help but think he should have worn something bigger.

He remained where he was wondering if it was the right time to disrupt your thoughts. You were seated in the damp sand, as close to the water you could be without the tide reaching past your toes. He spent the entire train ride over mind racing, trying to figure out any possible scenario that might have unfolded during the evening to warrant your phone call. Taking a seat alongside you, Elliot watched as you wiped at your nose before resting your cheek against your knees.

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4. “You’ve only heard his side of the story. You never asked for mine.”

Requested by @jmekitchens

A/N: I hope you enjoy it! Message me for requests or anything I should improve on! I hope it was kinda what you were looking for and if not lmk and I’ll start another one! I’m really excited to write again, v sorry if it’s shitty guys❤️

Imagine: Seeing Sam for the first time after he left for Stanford

“Dean.. I don’t think I can do this.” Sam said staring at his lap, fear in his chest and tears in his eyes.

“Sammy, (Y/N) needs this, you need this, and if I have to hear you say her name one more time my head will actually explode.” Dean chuckled.

Sam looked up to see an all too familiar front porch with an all too familiar feeling of heart ache. He couldn’t register how real the consequences for his actions were until now.

Being in your drive way made it real, too real to have the courage to get out of the impala.

After 20 more minutes of rushing through the different ways this could go , Sam’s hand slowly reached toward the handle and suddenly he was out of the car.

He made his way to your door, hoping you had moved or weren’t home or anything of the sort. Anything to keep this from happening.

As he knocked his mind raced with what’d he say to you if did answer, and his heart was practically jumping out his chest.

He kept his eyes sealed shut from due to the fear of seeing you, and the intensifying pain in his gut as the anticipation made his mind frantic.


You’d opened your door to find a tall moose of a boy standing before you, who’s eyes were seemingly glued shut.

“Hello?” You asked, your mind not registering the moment.

He had then opened his eyes to look at you and that’s when it clicked.

“Sam?” You asked in a gasp.

His eyes stared into yours, a stir of emotions cause his eyes to shine as you took in the sight before you, memories of your past with the youngest Winchester came rushing to you.

“Hi.. (Y/N).” He had sighed out, rubbing his neck out of nervousness and looking to the ground.

You quickly felt a rush of emotions through your body, first happy, then sad, then angry, and then angrier.

Before you knew it your hand had slammed the door closed and you turned to slide down the wall unable to breathe.

A few moments later, in the same position, you heard the door creak opened and two pairs of feet approaching you.

You looked to see, now, both of the Winchesters. Deans hand out for yours as a gesture to get you off the ground.
You accepted Deans offer and you engulfed him into a tight hug, a few tears spilling.

He slowly guided you toward the couch Sam was now sitting at and sat you next to him.

“Let’s all just sit and talk” Dean spoke calmly.

Sam opened his mouth as to start.

“Maybe I should talk-”

“Do you have any idea what this has been like?” You asked now infuriated, interrupting him.

“I sat here with yours and my family listening to their frantic rants when I wasn’t even sure what had happened. No body told me until maybe a month after that you had left. No good bye.”

“(Y/N)-” Sam started again.

“No Sam. Really listen, what if I had left? No word no nothing to anybody? I thought we were becoming something and you just left..” You interrupted him again not caring how frustrated he seemed to be getting.

You carried on in a blind rage barely hearing yourself.

“And Dean was crushed your father was worse!” You yelled as if you were his mother.

“I’ve heard it all (Y/N).” He said sighing angrily.

You carried on again about his father and what he had said the whole while he was gone.

“Well, maybe you feel that way because you’ve only heard his side, you haven’t even asked for mine!” Sam suddenly yelled.

You were taken back by his outburst and had closed your mouth quickly.

Dean stood up and made his way quickly out the door.

“You think I didn’t want you with me? I knew you’d never leave this life (Y/N). And I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t stay here and watch everyone kill them selves over things that the rest of the words thinks are just scary stories! I couldn’t watch anyone hunt anymore and I wanted to make something of myself. I needed to get away and believe me.. I wanted you there. But you would’ve never come with me. I had to leave.”

You were awestruck at his words, you’d never even known he wanted to leave.

“Sam..” you said quietly standing up to face his chest then looking up into his eyes.

“You’re a dumbass” You said, eyes tearing up. He wrapped his arms around you as you felt him cry as well.

“Let’s just be happy im back.” He chuckled still holding you.

A Little Too Late Part 7

Title: A Little Too Late Part 7

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Characters: Gabriel, Balthazar, Castiel, Sam, Dean

Word Count: 1,326

Warnings: angst?

A/N: I’m finally back home. I’ve had a shitty day, so hopefully you’ve had a MUCH better day. Tomorrow is Satan Sunday! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

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Gabriel sat you down on your bed, sitting next to you.  “When you left your family for this life, it put you on a hit list [Y/N],” Gabriel informed you calmly.

“Okay,” you spoke, confusion evident in your voice.  “That comes with being a tracker and a hunter.  What does that have to do with my family?”

“They never told you anything did they [Y/N],” Balthazar spoke, his expression showing that he was irritated.

“We have much to go over,” Castiel stated, looking from Balthazar to Gabriel.

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The Maid : Part Seven

Summary : Lucy was a 24 years old lone survivor, in her path of survival and escaping death , she stumbled across The Saviors who took her to The Sanctuary, where she found shelter and food. But what she didn’t know was that the girl who always hated and bullied her at school, is one of Negan’s wives (Frankie ) and is about to turn her life into a living hell all over again!

Pairings : Negan x Lucy

Type : slowburn

Warnings : language- Negan being an asshole- violence

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Negan strode down the corridor in hasty confident steps , his firm grip was tight around Lucy’s arm as he dragged her behind.

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Hello my lovely people! It’s yui here! 

Firstly, I never even expected myself to gain followers on this blog at all, just 2.5 months in, and I reached 1000+, thank you all for following me! 💗 Also, I just want to thank you all for appreciating my content aka my gifs+translations, and apologies for the shitty quality lmao.

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Got a Light? (anon request)


The smell of rain always brought a soft sense of calm to Chato. It washed over every inch of his body, cloaking him in a blanket of security. It flowed into his lungs coursing through his veins with each soft breath he took. Although he wore a jacket, he was nearly soaked through. But, he didn’t mind. It made him feel safe.

Remaining where he stood, Chato concentrated on the darkened sky. He had initially stopped to admire the lightning dancing across the sky. That was nearly twenty minutes ago. However, he now found himself incapable of moving from where he stood for an entirely different reason.

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Andy Biersack Imagine (I suck at titles lol)

“You and Andy would be so cute together!”

“Oh please, not again…” You chuckle lightly. Your friend had been trying to sit you and Andy up for weeks now. Andy had been one of your friends for a few years now and you wouldn’t do anything to change that.

“Oh come on! Y/N, I just feel the connection when you tell me you guys hang out, or every picture I see of you two! You can see the sparks and I swear I’m not the only one.”

“Everyone picks on me about it, but they know I never saw Andy like that.”

“Really? Not ever? Not once did you wonder what it would be like to have Andy as your boyfriend.”

“I…. well, like once or twice, but it wasn’t necessarily my fault, I had some weird dreams and I would woke up and wonder but, technically no.”

“That’s not what it sounds like.” You sigh.

“Seriously Y/N, its okay to admit you feel something with Andy, I’m not saying it because I’m judging you, Andy is a smoking hot babe, there, I said it. We all know Andy is really attractive.”

You knew this, all this information she was saying was just a repeat of the lecture she gave you about every 2 weeks.

“I know he is, he is attractive and the girl that he decides to go with is going to be one lucky girl, listen Y/F/N. You tell me the same stuff every time we have this talk about Andy. You tell me it’s okay to admit I feel something, I tell you that no matter what, Andy will always be my friend and that my past relationships ruined the friendship I had with them because when I didn’t feel the same, shit got awkward. You tell me that it’s different with Andy, that Andy wouldn’t make you feel awkward and I tell you it’s not that simple to face a guy that confessed his whole love for you and to call them friend again, you tell me that I have to feel something and give me examples, like when Andy took me to prom because I had no one, like when Andy hugs me a lot, or does little favors for me. It’s all just friendly stuff.” You finish your little rant and took a deep breathe. You were hoping you didn’t sound that rude, it just got tiring to have to keep repeating yourself.

“Y/N, I’m not trying to force you into a relationship with Andy, I’m just telling you what I know. When I say Andy isn’t the guy to make things awkward, I don’t mean if you tried a relationship and things didn’t work. Andy clearly likes you, but he’s not going to make a move because he doesn’t want to hurt you because he cares and loves you. It’s really sweet. He knows you better than I do, and I’m your best friend. He knows that all your previous relationships went sour and you felt like you couldn’t speak to them afterwards being it was too awkward, and that’s why Andy wants to make sure you’re ready. He doesn’t want to lose you because things get awkward. He is such a sweet guy and I just wish you would see just how much he does for you, the look he gives you, and stop being clueless. Don’t forcefully push away feelings, because that’s straight up unhealthy. Now, you don’t have to listen to me, but just think back to all the stuff he does for you, think about your connection with him. I understand it’s scary to risk losing such an amazing friend for a relationship, especially when you have such a perfect connection with them, but you just need to know it’s okay.”

You sit there, processing the words she just told you. Unlike all the other times she had talked to you, it was like something in her speech registered in your brain because you didn’t feel a need to deny what she just said. Unlike any other time she had spoken to you about Andy, it really made you think about Andy.

“Hello, you still there?”

“Yeah, I’m here. I’m just….”

“Thinking what I said because you finally realized I’m right? Nah, just kidding about the being right part. But for real, you are thinking about it, right?”

“Yeah, I mean…. Kind of. I don’t know. I really don’t. Listen, now that you put it that way… I wouldn’t mind being with someone like Andy, I mean… he’s perfection. But what the hell on world do you think he likes me for?”

She laughs. “You’re kidding. You’re seriously asking me why he likes you? Oh Y/N, you are really overthinking now.”


“THINK ABOUT IT. I’m pretty sure Andy would take a bullet for you if it came down to it, that’s love Y/N.”

“I guess.”

“No, you know. You know Andy would do, hell he already does, anything to make sure you’re okay and happy. Isn’t that right? How many “bad days” have you had since you met Andy versus how many you had before?”

“I mean, a lot. He’s certainly changed me for the better, I’ve never really felt sad when he’s with me. He’s always made me feel like… someone cares. Someone cares for me. I feel important, wanted by Andy.”

“Exactly, that’s love Y/N, and you know it.”

“I gu- I…. I know.”

“Yep. Just think about that next time you two talk, okay? He’s just waiting for you to give him the sign that you’re mentally and physically ready for this, he doesn’t want to pressure you into something and ruin his chance. He’s waiting for the perfect time.”

“And I’m guessing I’ll know when.”

“Of course, it’s up to you. I gotta go, but just give yourself some time to think, alright? Love ya.”

“Mhmm, love ya too Y/F/N. See you later.”

You hang up and think about the conversation you just had. It was like she had knocked a hole into these walls you had built up about anything more than a friendship with Andy. You started to realize that maybe, just maybe she was right. You were nervous, you weren’t going to lie. Your past relationships were kind of shitty and it made you wonder if you even wanted one. But with Andy, you knew you could trust him, you knew you could be with him for the rest of your life and be happy. That’s when it clicked. You could be with Andy for your life and be okay with that. You were be delighted to spend your life with him. It’d be a nice adventure.

Speaking of the devil, your phone began ringing again and sure enough, it was Andy. You press the green answer button.


“Hey Y/N.”

“Hey Andy, you’re just the person I needed to hear from.” You chuckle and suddenly you feel nervous, nervous? You had never felt that with Andy.

“Really? What’s up?”

“Oh nothing bad, I just… really wanted to talk to you.”

“Awh, well I’m free today, how about we go get something to eat? I’m straving.”

“Yeah, that sounds great, what at?”

“How about Claire’s diner, I meet you there in 20?”

“Sounds great, see you then.”

“See you.”

You hang up and get up quickly. You throw on a tank top and flannel, keeping on the jeans you had on and slipping on your shoes and head out the door.

20 minutes pass, you get to the diner early and pick out a booth in the back. You figured if you were going to bring up this whole thing to Andy, you wanted to in privacy.

For the first time in the years you known Andy, this was probably the most nervous you been. You had no idea what to say or how to say it. It was like waiting for the doctor to call your name out, nerve wrecking.

You hear the bell chime and see the tall and lanky boy looking around. You wave as he looks in your direction and he smiles, walking over to you.

“Hello love.” He sing songs, giving you a small hug before sitting across from you.

“Hey lanky.” You chuckle.

He smiles. “So, how was your day so far?”

You look down at your menu. “Pretty good, talked to Y/F/N for a while on the phone, you know she goes on and on.”

“She’s the one that always thinks we’re dating right? Comments all the kissy face and heart emojis on our pictures?” He chuckles and you force one.

“Yeah, that’s her. She’s determined that we’re soulmates.” You realize that you say it a little too jokingly and regret it.

“I wouldn’t mind that, you’re okay.” He jokes back, smirking.

“Okay? I’m the queen and you know it.” You strike a royal pose and he laughs.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” He shakes his head. “I’m a king, I could be the king to your queen, if ya know what I mean.” He wiggles his eyebrows and you laugh, shaking your head.

“How do you always make things sound so wrong?”

The waiter comes by and collects your orders and goes back, leaving you and Andy. You decide to keep hinting through Y/F/N, hoping he gets the hint.

“But seriously, she said we’re destined for each other. Every phone call I get….”

“She must like me then, we’ve only met a few times though.” He laughs, taking a sip of his drink.

“She knows ‘em when she sees ‘em, that’s how she met her boyfriend Damien. I remember when they first met, she told me “He’s the one for me, I know it. Just wait and see, this will be my longest relationship yet.” And almost 5 years later, they still are happy than ever. I’m waiting for him to propose to her anyday now.”

“Awh, that’s sweet. That’s honestly relationship goals right there.”

“Right? She’s amazing and in a way, I trust her with what she says, I mean, she hasn’t been wrong about things like that yet.”

“Really? So you think we might actually be soulmates?”

You shrug, suddenly your nervousness went away and you had this weird confidence.

“I don’t know, what about you?”

“I think we totally could be. I mean we’re both pretty damn awesome.” You laugh.

“No but seriously….”

“You’d be an amazing boyfriend.”

“You really think so?”

You nod, smiling. “If you spoiled her like you do me, of course.”

He chuckles. “I don’t spoil you, I just give you what you deserve.”

“Oh c’mon, I don’t deserve any of it. I don’t deserve having such an amazing person like you in my life, I got pretty damn lucky.”

“But Y/N, I AM the lucky one. Having someone like you in my life….”

You can’t help but smile and look down. Your orders arrive and you both take a break from talking to eat, afterwards, you both start walking out together. You get to his car and turn towards him.

“So, about our conversation…. Does your friend know something?”


He sighs but smiles. “The way you described her talking about us, it sounds a lot like what I’ve told my friends, you sure she doesn’t talk to them?” You chuckle.

“Wait, so you actually talk about me to them?”

“Of course, you’re beautiful, lovely, sweet, funny, cute. They’ve been waiting months for me to make the first move and I’ve been too damn nervous, and plus I knew you were always iffy about relationships and I didn’t want to risk anything until I knew you wanted it, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable because I know you do easily. But Y/N, now all my cards are on the table. Yes, I’ve liked you for some time now, and I’ve waited months to tell you, but if you’re not feeling it now, understand that I will wait for you as long as you need, I’ll always be here for you waiting because… I know that I want to be with you. And I don’t want you to feel pressured to say yes because I’m confessing my feelings to you. I just simply want you to know that I want you to take your time and I don’t want you to feel weird around me. I’m pretty sure you knew I felt something towards you all these weeks, but…. Yeah. I’m… I’m not sure what to say now, but there. You know everything now.”

You were speechless, but not in a bad way. You didn’t have those weird feelings like you did when everyone else confessed they liked you. Andy’s made you feel… different.

You smiled and wrapped your arms around him tightly. He seemed shocked by your action but quickly hugged back.

“I appreciate you telling me because I wanted to and…. I don’t know, I kept telling myself that I didn’t want to ruin anything with you because…. Well it’s happened too many time before. But now… I’m willing to give us a chance because I have a strong feeling that this is what I want, I’m pretty confident that you are who I want to spend my life with. I have basically for the past few years and… I don’t know. I love you a lot.” You laugh at the last part and so does Andy.

You connect eyes and you quickly press your lips to his, his hands grip your waist and you smile. It felt right, nothing felt wrong and everything seemed to go in bullet time. After pulling away, Andy presses a kiss to your hair.

“So we’re official, eh?” He jokes.

“Yep, can’t wait until y/f/n hears about this.”

“Same with the guys. You want a ride home, girlfriend?” You laugh and smile.

“Sure, let’s go, boyfriend.”


This is probably the longest imagine I’ve made, it’s about 2,300 words and I totally didn’t mean for it to be but I got really carried away. xD I hope you all like though, feedback is appreciated.

AN: I know I said that I’ll be writing and stuff… but the truth is that I didn’t have any time to do it but hey now i’m here and i can write. (Also my gilmore girls marathon took my soul away) If there’s any spellings errors i’m sorry but english isn’t my first language… and i’m sorry it isn’t smutt but I’m not really in the mood to write something like that so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted. Hope you like it anyway. [ALSO I REMEMBER THAT I HAD LIKE A FEW MORE REQUESTS BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON WITH TUMBLR THAT I CAN’T SEE THEM. SO I’M SORRY.] Anyways, here it is and requests still open and stuff. 

THE GIF ISN’T MINE. I found it on google oops.


Pairing: Steve x Reader

||I don’t own Steve Rogers or any of the avengers. They belong to Marvel.||

Requested by: anonymous
“Hello! Can I please request a Steve x reader where they both have a crush on eachother but are afraid to admit it because they are best friends but one day someone said something really shitty to the reader and Steve tries to beat him up and in order to calm him down she kisses him? Smutty ending? Thank you doll!”  

“Oh boy”

Since the day that you entered to the Avengers team because of your amazing skills with knifes and the fact that you could teletransport, you developed a friendship with everyone in the team but mostly with one person: Steve. You two had become best friends pretty easy and he was all “protect the lady” when it comes to you.
“Let’s have a night out!” Tony yelled at the team with a glass of whine in his hands.
“Again?” asked Wanda, looking really tired. “I don’t really want to go out you know…”
“Well then we’ll have a party here… it’s been a long time since the last one”
You laughed. “A week, it’s been a week Tony”
Steve that was sitting right by you smiled at you and and placed his hand on your knee, making your heart beat faster than usual.
“y/n is right… it’s been a week. But is not a bad a idea.”
The team looked at Steve surprised.
“Well well if the Cap. says so… LET’S HAVE A PARTY!”
Nat sat on your bed and waited for you to come outside the bathroom, she gave you one of her stunning dresses for tonight.
“So y/n when do you think the Captain will know how do you feel about him?”
You looked at her by the door of the bathroom. She knew that you had feelings for Steve, and she’s been the only one that didn’t tell him.
“I don’t know… how long can I keep it? Forever?”
You two laughed, and you stood outside looking for your shoes. The dress was dark blue and adjusted to your body just perfect.
“Well with that dress you could tell me anything and i’ll feel good honey” Nat joked.
You blew her a kiss and put on the shoes.
“I think in some weird way he already know… but I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”
“We’ll find a way”

The party had already started when you came down stairs, and quickly looked over to find your best friend. In the moment you found his eyes he smiled at you and started to walk to you.
“Here you are y/n. Well that dress looks just amazing on you.” Steve kissed your forehead.
“Thanks Steve”
He nodded and the two of you started to walk to the bar. The Captain didn’t drank that much but you, oh boy, you could have a million beers and more.
In a moment that he had gone God knows where, someone sat by your side and smiled at you, you smiled back just to be polite.
“Hey… I’m Arnold.” Drunk voice. Great.
“Yeah, I know… listen I wanted to come over here because oh man, let me tell you that that dress looks so good that I could just ripped it off with my mouth”
You choked with your beer and looked at him pale. That wasn’t just rude but disgusting.
“Excuse me?” You asked and he gave you a smile that you wanted to punch.
“Yeah, you heard me… so do you want to?”
One more time, that stupid smile on his face. You did had a few beers, and you were a bit drunk but that didn’t mean that you will come anywhere with that asshole.
“Hell no. I’ll have to… decline your kind offer” You sounded harsh.
The man beside you stood up angry and looked at you with disgust on his face.
“It was just a pitty thing to say you know? No one would date a chick who trows knifes you know. You’re not even pretty enough, not even a little.”
Oh. No.
The next thing came fast. Steve’s hand was on the guy’s neck lifting him a little bit, angry as hell. And your hands on Steve’s back so he wouldn’t do anything.
“Oh here we are, the Captain America, saving the stupid knife girl”
And a punch. A really hard one, blood over his fist and on the guy’s face.
“That’s it” you said and placing a hand on Steve’s arm you closed your eyes and dissapear with him.
You took the two of you to Steve’s room.
“He’s an asshole, how can he possibly think that he can talk to you like that? How can ANYONE think that they can talk to you like that? To you? To my girl? Oh no, I will come down stairs and break every single bone of his body becau” you kissed him.
It was happening, you were kissing him and he was kissing you back.
“Alright calm down Steve” Did you just said that i’m your girl?“
You smiled on his mouth.
"Yes. You’re my girl.”
“Oh boy” You laughed and he took you by your waist just to kiss you deeply.
And deeply became heated and heated became really heated. And now your dress was on the floor along with all of his clothes.
“Oh boy” he repeated your words and started to walk with you to his bed.

disclaimer: i do not own supernatural or any of its characters, only the plot in which i write in.

Dean walked into the room, shrugging off a layer of many from his attire and throwing it aside onto the bed next him.

He stopped when he saw none other than Castiel sitting on the edge of said bed, head buried into his hands. He could barely make it out, but the Winchester swore he could hear shuddering breaths coming from the ex-angel, and it only confirmed his suspicions more when he saw the light trembling of shoulders with each and every stuttered breath.

Dean couldn’t help but to let his ever permanent frown deepen at that. Cas didn’t cry. Never in his entire time of knowing the man did he ever shed a damn tear or let on that he wanted to.

Although, he was human now, so it was probably opening up a lot of flood gates for him what with being able to feel the immense emotions wash over him completely. Being an angel had its perks he supposed, he’d give anything to be able to shove his emotions back down inside of him unless he wanted to feel them. Castiel couldn’t do that now, however, and Dean could only imagine what the hell Cas could be feeling right now.

In all of his millenia of existence, he’d probably gone through way more than what he’d merely gone through with the Winchester’s, but it was still a lot to take in, and this life probably only made it worse. Dean knew that of course. The hunters life sucked, any hunter could tell you that from the get go.

Yet, he couldn’t think of how in the actual hell he was supposed to comfort somebody without making it worse. Let alone a damn person that used to be an angel. That’s all Dean was usually good for when it came to support and advice. He’d fuck it up somehow, he knew.

Ah, fuck it. Better something than nothing at all, right?

Hesitantly, Dean took a few short strides across the room to where Castiel sat, taking a seat next to him and leaning his elbows on his knees to keep himself propped up as he kept on praying Cas didn’t move his hands away from his face; not wantng to see the distraught expression that he might find on his boyfriend’s face. He didn’t know if he would be able to handle that much.

“You alright, Cas?”

He got nothing in response but a frantic head shake, indicating that, no, he was most definitely not fine, but still refusing to tear his hands away from his face. Dean felt selfish for being grateful about that.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Another nod.

Okay, damn, what else was he supposed to do then?

“…Can I hug you?”

Dean Winchester didn’t do chick flick moments, that was very well known, but hugging didn’t count. Absolutely not.

There was a few seconds of silence before Cas shook his head ‘yes’, both of them moving at that to go in for a hug.

For a moment, Dean saw Cas’ face, where he had removed his hands, which was adorned with tears. His eyes looked to be bloodshot and swollen from crying, some parts of his face both pale and patched red.

Sighing, Dean scooted back farther onto the bed and motioned for Cas to come closer to him, manuvering them both until the ex-angel was sat beside him, legs draped across Dean’s before he nestled his face into the crook of the human’s neck. His arms wrapped around Dean unsurely, but was quickly reassured when Dean tugged him closer into his side and put his own arms around Cas.

Neither of the two men said a word after that, settling for the silence that blanketed the both of them in the room, aside from the occasional sniffle or shaky breathing coming from Cas.

Eventually, though, Dean found the silence nearly unbearable, and pressed a kiss to the crown of Castiel’s head before making Cas get up off of him so he could stand and make a beeline to his phone.

For once, he was glad that Sam had given him a speaker to plug his phone into, it made it a lot easier to do things like this.

Fishing his phone out of his pocket, he went straight to his music app and scrolled through the several songs he’d downloaded until he finally settled on one, hooking it up to the speaker that rested on his nightand beside the bed.

Cas didn’t look up until he heard the beginning of the song started playing through the speakers.

Dean walked back over to his boyfriend– if he could even call him that? he didn’t know what else to call it– and reached a hand out once he stopped in front of him, offering it to Cas. Fuck his “no chick flick moments” rule for now. Neither of them would mention this to another damn soul, probably not even each other, so what did it really matter, especially if this helped?

When the other didn’t catch on to what Dean was asking, looking up from the outstretched hand to green eyes that practically glowed in the dimly lit room, Dean spoke up once more.

“I, uh… Dance with me?” He asked tenatively, afraid that this was the wrong time for this and Cas would turn down his only means of how to comfort the ones he cared about.

This was the most calming thing he could think of (aside from quietoy singing), so, why not try it with one of the people he cared about most?

Cas looked a bit upset at that. Shit, maybe this wasn’t the right time after all. Maybe he had definitely messed it all up now and—

“I’m not sure how I should go about dancing. I’ve never really danced before, Dean.”

Internally sighing in relief, Dean let a small smile tug up at his lips, a look of understanding coming over his face.

“That’s alright, man, we won’t do anything too hard. Just do what I do. ’S that easy to catch onto, trust me.”

Castiel slowly reached out to take Dean’s hand in his own, rising to his feet when he felt Dean pull at his hands a bit. He followed after Dean as the man took a few steps back, placing the both of them a good distance from everything around them except each other.

As the first words began to be said throughout the speaker, Dean started to gently guide Cas’ hands up around him to where his elbows rested easily on his shoulders and so his hands could lock behind his neck before placing his own hands on Cas’ hips. He merely started swaying them back and forth after he’d gotten them both adjusted comfortably in their position.

“So close no matter how far Couldn’t be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are And nothing else matters.”

Dean mouthed silently to the words as the two men continued to gently sway side and side together, the tenseness started to ease out of the both of of their bodies as the song carried on.

“Never opened myself this way Life is ours, we live it our way All these words I don’t just say And nothing else matters.”

Slowly, but surely, Cas eventually ended up closer to Dean after the song was half way through, their bodies pressed against one another as they kept swaying to the song.

Their surroundings disappeared in this moment where it was only about them. The only thing that existed to them in that moment was the soft background and lyrics of the music wafting over them as they danced.

Castiel didn’t hide his face this time. He found it much more appealing to look up into the bright, candy-green eyes that were gazing into his own blue ones.

“So close no matter how far It couldn’t be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are And nothing else matters.”

Neither of them quit their swaying by the time the music had ended. They still clung to each other, afraid to let go. This was a time that was the most peaceful, to them, the most they had ever had, a time they didn’t have to worry about anything but each other.

But, like all good things, it, of course, had to end. Still, neither broke apart, keeping joined at the hands, nearly clinging, as Dean turned his phone off and guided them back to the bed to lay down. As they lay down, they stayed as close to each other as physically possible, not wanting to ruin the calm serinity that surrounded them.

As they layed down, one of Dean’s arms went under the pillow they shared, his hand on his gun like always. He’d kill anything that thought it was going to bring harm to either of them while they were at such a calm like this. His other arm was around Cas, hand resting at the small of his back.

They fell asleep in each others’ arms like that, separately broken in their own ways, but together.

Daughter  Jared Leto Imagine

Requested by Anonymous
Words: 5,382
Triggers/Warnings: Explicit language
Note: I’m so sorry to take so long to write it, I’ve been having writer’s block lately. I’m also sorry for naming the main character in this one, but I really needed. Feel free to insert your own name, I don’t mind at all. | Especial thanks to @jayded-dreams for helping me with the allergy stuff, you’re awesome hun <3

An AU where Jared has a daughter in 1997 at the sweet age of 25, being married for 2 years.

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