a concept: Married couple Victor Nikiforov and Yuuri Katsuki are lying on a couch in their shared apartment in St. Petersburg, Russia. Yuuri is wearing sweatpants and Victor’s hand is on his thigh. They’re talking about plans for their upcoming anniversary, searching through restaurant reviews on Yelp. Yuuri is distracted by the phone, hair tousled from the pillow and words sleepily strung together. Victor is looking at Yuuri like he’s the center of his gravity, his unconditional anchor in an endless sea.
I may or may not have spent the past day trying to map out the Bunker.
This may have involved watching every scene in the bunker since season 8 up till current. Yes, within the last 24 hours.
I may have come to the conclusion that this is impossible.
Sam’s bedroom keeps moving where it is in the bunker. Doors appear and disappear. Doors are placed in walls where they can’t logically go anywhere. Directions are given to rooms that don’t exist. (There aren’t four doors on the left down that hall Sam I counted there just aren’t.) One room may be four separate and distinct locations. There doesn’t seem to be anything on the top of the map, yet I know of three rooms that have to be there. There’s at least one basement and one upper floor. I can’t find the stairs.
Don’t ever try to make sense of the Bunker. Save yourselves.
Hi i was wondering if i could request 13 reasons why imagine where the reader and Jeff have been dating for a couple months or an year…maybe have smut like they made love and then where Jeff passes away and maybe have the reader visit the grave with clay and tony to tell Jeff..that he was a dad.
WARNINGS: Fluff, smut, small swearing
“Atkins!” I scream when I see my boyfriend in the hallway. I jump in his arms wrap my legs around his torso and kiss him as if I didn’t see him in months when in reality is was literally two periods ago. I’m cheesy like that. We’ve been dating for over a year now, but everyday feels like we started dating yesterday. He never seizes to amaze me. He surprises me with flowers and I still get anxious and excited like a little girl when we go out on dates. He still does things like climb through my window even though my parents basically forced a key on him. He even does things like come over at 2am when I joke about being scared. He’s just the best boyfriend in the world.
“Hey baby” he laughs as he kisses me back. “You ready to go”
“Yes, it’s Friday and I’ve never been happier” I slide my hand in his as we walk out the school building earning a ‘bye’ or ‘what up’ from people.
As we walked to my house, Jeff kept telling me corny jokes and pick-up lines he found online last night trying to make me laugh.
“Babe, knock knock?”
“Not another one J.”
“Baaabe knock knock, come on last one I promise.”
“You said that three jokes ago” I whine.
“Oh. Knock knock?”
“Who’s there?” I sigh.
“A broken pencil” he smiles.
“A broken pencil who” I sigh, already knowing the joke.
“Never mind it’s poin-”
“Pointless” I say as I laugh dramatically. He looks at me seriously for interrupting his corny joke.
“Sorry baby, love you!” I try to kiss him the rest of the way home as he pretends to be mad at me.
As we walk in, he stills pretend to be mad when he stomps into my room and close the door. He closes me out my room. My room.
“Babe really” I laugh.
“Do a knock knock joke then you can come in.”
“Well then I’m going to go take a nap”
“No!” I roll my eyes as if he can see it. “Fine babe…knock knock”
“Who’s there” he cooed.
“Al.” I smirk.
“Al strip for you if you open this door” I smirk biting my lip. As soon as I said that, the door swung open and I’m met with Jeff’s lips as he pulls me inside. He shuts the door and pushes me up against it.
“No need to do that” he whispers in my ear. He starts kissing and sucking on my neck and pulls up the dress I’m wearing. He slides his hands under my underwear to my butt and pulls me to him.
“J-Jeff” I moan. He looks at me and bit his lip as he throws the dress off, leaving me in just my bra and panties. He scans my body as I turn my head, feeling nervous all of a sudden. He moves my head to face him and I see such admiration in his eyes.
“You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” When he said that I wanted nothing more than to feel him on me. I throw my arms around his neck and hungrily kiss him. He grabs my legs and I jump on him as he moves us to the bed. He hovers over me as he deepens the kiss. He puts his hand behind my neck to pull me closer to him. He rubs my thigh up and down as he slowly peppers kisses all over my neck and chest. He’s painfully teasing and I can’t take it.
“Jeff” I whisper.
“I need you” he looks at me and simply smiles.
He continues to kiss my neck as he unclasp my bra. He starts sucking my breast and massaging the other as I run my hands through his hair. He does the same to the other and I’m a moaning mess.
“Jeff please” I moan.
“We’re almost there baby” he whispers.
He kisses down my stomach and thigh slowly, never breaking his stare from me. I whine again as he comes back and goes back to sweetly kissing me. I groan from the friction of my almost bare core against his jeans and wiggle for him to get the idea. He does and pulls off his jeans and I hastily pull off his shirt.
“Someone is ready” he giggles. I roll my eyes and roughly palm his member through his boxers making him grunt.
“Someone is hard” I mimic smirking. He tries to keep his groans in until I full on grab him and he does a full moan. Now he’s the frantic one as he rips my underwear off of me. Literally.
“Jeff!” I scream.
“Sorry baby, I’ll get you another one” he smirks. He slides his hands all over my body, making me shiver.
“You like that?” he asks. I nod as he slips a finger in me and goes back to kissing. I whimper from his touch and go for his underwear. I push them down and his member springs out. He kicks them off and slides two fingers in this time. I moan into his mouth as he goes at a fast pace. I let out more moans as I start to get close.
“Jeff baby, I’m abou-” when I said that, Jeff pulled his fingers away and I frown.
“I want to feel you cum, not with my fingers” he smirks.
He grabs a condom out his wallet from his pocket and slide it on. He gives me a look for confirmation and I nod, just wanting to feel him already. He pushes his length into me. At first it hurt, but it always does when we have sex because of his huge size. The longer he’s in me, the more I get used to it. He pushes in slowly and draws out a little. I start to moan as I connect my lips with his. As he picks up his pace, I dig my nails into his back. He hooks my legs over his shoulder and I scream a little.
“Je-OH My fuck!” he’s directly hitting my g-spot and I can’t even think. I moan louder as I grab the pillow under my head, arching my back.
“Fuck princess! you feel good” he moans.
“H-harder J-Jeff!” He goes harder and I start almost full on screaming. As we both are climaxing, Jeff pulls out and puts me on all fours. He pushes back in and grabs my breast from behind. I lean back as he kisses my neck while pounding into me. He moans into my ear as I hold the back of his neck. I can’t control my moans and screams and neither can he. They come out louder as he hits the right spot over and over again. As we get closer, I fall onto my hands and Jeff holds my waist. He roughly rubs me with his fingers as I scream to let go of my release.
“J-JEFF!” I scream.
He cums shortly after I do and collapse next to me. We lay there in a comfortable silence while I rest my head on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around me. Both still out of breath, he looks over to me.
“Who’s there” I laugh.
“I love who?” I say, letting him finish it this time for his sake.
“I love you” He smiles as he kisses me.
“My corny boyfriend” I laugh.
“You guys have been inseparable all night my gosh” Jessica drunkenly laughs. Me and Jeff look at each other and chuckle, knowing exactly why. We have been at Jessica’s party for a while now and have been sitting on the couch with Jessica, Bryce, and Zach.
“Leave them alone babe, that’s how we are” Justin laughs.
“Oh, you get me flowers?” when Justin doesn’t answer, all of us start cracking up.
“Well I’m going to get a beer, you guys want one?” Zach asks as he gets up.
“Nah no thanks man, my girl will kill me cause I’m the driver tonight” I smile when he said that, happy that he cares about his well being. We continue talking to our group of friends and have a pretty good time.
“Where is Clay and Hannah” I whisper in his ear.
“Somewhere around here, probably upstairs, I did my meddling for the night and got them together.”
“Aw how noble of you” I giggle, pinching his cheeks. “Thank you ma’am”.
“See! look at them, they are perfect” Jessica playfully whines.
“Shut up!” Justin say as he grabs her face and start full on making out. Everyone starts ewing and shooing them off the couch.
“Get a room!”
“Jess, your room is upstairs!”
“Get it Foley!”
Justin flips us all off, never breaking their kiss and we all laugh. Monty taps Jeff on the shoulder and screams over the loud music.
“Yo bro you still doing the beer run!?”
Jeff got up and nodded his head, “Yeah shit I almost forgot”
I got up with him, frowning and grab his arm before he could go anywhere, “Babe do you have to go? I’m pretty sure there is enough beer, just not enough for every single person to get ass faced drunk.”
He kissed my forehead and smiled, “I’ll be right back babe I promise”. I pick up my bag and turn towards him, “Okay then I’m coming with you”.
“Baby, you have to watch out for Clay and Hannah remember, I’ll be back in 15 minutes then we can leave right after.”
I sigh still not liking this. I know he didn’t drink anything, but I’m still nervous for him to be out this late. What if someone else out there is drunk driving? I tell myself its fine and nod my head.
“Okay fine, just be careful J.”
“I will baby, I love you.”
“I love you too.” he gives me a peck on the lips and I hold onto his hand and let it slide out once he got to far to reach it. I watch him walk out the door and sit back down onto the couch, waiting for his return.
*4 Weeks Later*
Life is unfair. Life is so unfair. Why him? Why Jeff? Why my boyfriend. Such an amazing boyfriend. Is the best. Was the best. I stare down at his tombstone and couldn’t stop my tears from falling. So many tears. I found myself screaming at night. If I wasn’t screaming I was just silent. Completely silent. I mean was there for me to say? He’s gone. Jeff Atkins is gone. Never to hold me again, never to make me feel better, never to get me the flowers, never to throw rocks outside my window. I bend down and touch his stone.
“I-I m-miss you so much” my voice cracks. “Why d-did you h-have to leave m-me?” I start crying harder. This is my first time being at his grave, due to the fear of seeing him. The fear of seeing reality of this situation.
“Y-you would b-be so happy right now” I hiccup as I touch my stomach. I felt the little bump and smile through my tears.
“Y-you would have told him knock knock jokes” I laugh to myself, “or her”.
“Y-you would have t-taught baseball terms” I smile.
“You would h-have been the perfect dad” I cried looking down at him, “the best”.
I put the roses he always got me onto his grave and wiped my tears, even though they kept coming down. I kissed my finger and touched them against his stone that read
World’s greatest son
world’s best companion
Even a better dad
Gone but never forgotten.
“I love you Jeff”I got up and continued crying as both Tony and Clay stood there respectfully and silent, waiting for me to finish. I smile lazily at them and hooked my arm into both of theirs as we walked out of the graveyard. I look back one more time and thought to myself ‘the love of my life might be gone, but he will forever live on in my heart’
A/N - Omgg!! I cried making this ending. It was so sad to me. I hope you guys liked it and love you guys for all your support. Your imagines are not forgotten.
I have feeling™ and I need to get them out. Have a langst minific centered around Blue and the bond they definitely have. This got kinda long…
It was like lightning. One second, he’s fine, and the next, he sees a flash of light so blinding that he dont know where he is. It disorients him. Makes him question whats up or down, if he’s still on the ship or flung into space. For a terrifying moment, all he’s capable of feeling is confusion.
At least… Thats how Lance interprets this situation.
Thank you so much!! It makes me feel so good to know that people actually like this trash that I put out. Speaking of trash… I may have just brewed up some really kinky shit.
Word Count: 1,144
Warnings:Rough Smut, Dom!Zach, Sub!Reader
You had always been one of those girls that guys just seemed to like. Whether you were dressed up in a miniskirt or dressed down in a pair of sweatpants; they flocked to your side. You just had that certain, rare personality that made you likable. Even if you didn’t try to be, you were one of the most popular girls at Liberty High.
“Well, looky looky who it is!” Jeff Atkins yelled from across the gym, waving you over from where you sat, quietly reading the latest novel of your favorite author. “Y/N, get over here!”
You stood, tucking your book away in your backpack. You were just about to make your way over to him when you heard the familiar sound of Zach’s voice. He was babbling about something to do with basketball when he came waltzing through the doors, followed closely by a few of the other members of his team.
His eyes met yours across the distance, a smile growing on his face. He started walking towards you, stopping dead in his tracks when he caught sight of Jeff. He had gotten up from the bleachers and was making his way over to you, Clay Jensen trailing behind.
You sat back down, greeting them each with a smile as they plopped down on either side of you. While Jeff immediately threw his arm over your shoulders, Clay was a little more reserved. Still, he was sitting close enough your your thighs to touch.
“What’s up, girlie?” Jeff asked, giving you a light squeeze. “Clay and I were just talking over there and we both agreed that we’ve never seen you at any parties.”
Clay smiled, nudging your knee with his own. “He’s got a point, however direct it may be. Even I go to parties.”
You laughed, shaking your head. “You should go to parties, Clay. You act like no one likes you. I mean, come on! They like you as much as they like Jeff. I know I do.”
“Uh, no,” he replied.
Jeff leaned over, nudging Clay’s shoulder. “Take a compliment, Jensen. A pretty lady is telling you she thinks you’re cool.”
Clay looked away, most likely hiding the blush that had seeped onto his pale cheeks. “Shut up, Jeff.”
You smiled, grabbing Clay’s arm and pulling him against your chest. “Jeff is right. I mean, about the me thinking you’re cool thing.”
Jeff was about to say something in reply when the sound of a basketball slamming into the bleachers next to you caught everyone’s attention. The three of you stared down at the broad, tanned form of Zach.
He clenched his jaw, looking from Clay to Jeff before his eyes finally settled on you. He gave you that same look that he always did when he saw you talking to guys. That ‘I think you’re doing this on purpose’ glare, with the razor sharp eyes and accusing stance.
You stood slowly, muttering a goodbye before hopping down to stand by Zach’s side. His arm was around you in seconds, pulling you tightly against himself as he steered you away from the boys and out of the gym. He brought you into the connecting locker rooms, guiding you to the right and into the girls’.
Inside, you watched as he locked the doors, a murderous look on his face. He turned to stare at you, arms crossed over his chest, waiting for an explanation.
“We were just talking,” you said.
He collapsed on one of the benches, motioning for you to sit by him. You did as he said, placing a hand on his thigh.
His eyes caught yours for only a moment, that black, swoopy hair falling just barely over his temple. “You act different around them than you do with me.”
“No, I don’t,” you stated. “You just get too jealous.”
“Jealous?” he asked, incredulous. He turned to grab you by the shoulders, pulling you flush against his chest. “I’m not jealous. I’m letting you know who you belong to.”
There was a moment of shocked silence that was broken quickly by his lips crashing against yours. You barely managed to keep on your feet as he pulled you up with himself, backing you up against the lockers.
You gasped as you were lifted suddenly, back shoved against a surface of cold metal. You could feel one of the locks digging into your hip as Zach ground against you, lips moving down to attack the skin of your chest.
His hands were on you in seconds, slipping beneath your skirt and pulling at your underwear. He tugged the flimsy fabric down just enough to get to what he wanted.
“Zach, not here,” you said, looking around at the empty room. “Someone could come in.”
He popped open the button of his jeans, giving you a reassuring smile. “I wouldn’t be doing this if I thought we could get caught. We’re fine, babe.”
You could feel yourself relaxing as you watched him spit into the palm of his hand, reaching down between the two of you to wet his growing erection. His eyelids fluttered as he gave himself a few rough jerks, gaze fixated on your thighs as they squeezed around his waist.
He lined himself up with your entrance, pressing in slowly. You couldn’t stop the moan that came from somewhere in the back of your throat, the pleasant stretch of him sending shocks through your core. You shivered when his hips pressed flush against yours.
He gave a deep grunt, gripping your waist tightly as he began to move. The slow in and out rubbed everything inside of you in just the right way. The quiet bang of your shoulders hitting against the loose locker doors echo’d throughout the room, only increasing the coil of white hot pressure building in your core.
Your hands slipped up the back of his shirt as he picked up the pace. As his muscles flexed you could feel them beneath your fingers, taut and dominating. His hot breath beat off of your neck, tongue darting out to taste the flesh there.
You hid your face in his chest, trying to muffle the stream of soft cries escaping your lips. His grip on your hips tightened and his thrusts became erratic, uneven and hard. That coil in your belly tightened even farther, sizzling hot.
It only took another good slam of his hips into yours and you were toppling over the edge, moaning his name like a prayer as your orgasm hit you. He followed along shortly after, pressing into you as deeply as he could. You were just coming down from your high when you felt the slow warmth of his own spread in your core.
He found your eyes, lips parted with heaving breaths. “You’re mine, Y/N. Only mine.”
Word Count: 5150 (god I’m sorry, I just really like words)
Contains: Fluff, smut, angst, language
A/N: I wrote this for @melbelle45‘s Dirty Pop Challenge. My song prompt was U Got it Bad by Usher. I used some lines and ideas from the song and I went for the hardcore pining, hope you feel it. Assume the reader is familiar of the hunting life, and it’s sometime after S8. All my love to @impala-dreamer for her encouragement and time when I struggled with this one.
Feedback and constructive criticism are both welcomed and encouraged. xoxo
The email sat in your inbox for a month before you noticed it; buried in the spam from mailing lists and unsolicited porn. Then, it sat there for another week before you could decide what to do with it - delete it, ignore it, reply. You had a decent enough reason for each option. Your stomach did flips every time you held the cursor over the email. You’d been ready to flip your life upside down and take the leap, but then he was gone, before you had a chance to be anything.
I turned my gaze away from the television towards the door of Shawn and I’s shared apartament, upon hearing the rattling of keys just outside the door. It was rather late, around a quarter to eleven, but the familiarity of the rattling keys on the other side of the door assured me that it was only Shawn. I was proven to be right when my boyfriend’s tall and muscular figure walked through the opened door with his guitar bag slung over his shoulders. “Hey, there you are,” I said with a smile in big excitement to see him, sitting up on the couch and turning my body towards the entrance. “I almost thought you weren’t coming home.” I joked, watching Shawn shut the door behind him.
“I’m sorry, cuddlebug,” Shawn sighed, taking my comment literally and seriously. While removing his guitar from off of his back, Shawn continued to speak. “They had me in the studio all day, since nine this morning, recording and revising… It’s been a long day.” He admitted, leaving his guitar by the entrance. Shawn sighed for the second time, while walking over to the couch where I sat. “I’m so tired.” He mumbled, now standing in front of me, leaning down and placing his lips on mine. With our lips still connected, mid kiss, Shawn unexpectedly pushed me back on the couch and fell on top of me. I couldn’t help but chuckling made its way through the kiss, as I had not been excepting his tackle. As a result of my laughter, I could feel Shawn’s lips stretch into a smile against mine. Despite being tired, Shawn had his lips linger over mine, extending the duration of the kiss, one of his ways of letting me know that he had missed me. “I thought you were tired.” I joked, in between a kiss.
After pulling away from my lips, Shawn wrapped both of his arms around me, just above my waist, holding me in an embrace that I couldn’t escape out of even if I tried. Though, Shawn’s embrace was one that I had no desire to escape from. He rested his head on my chest, near the brook of my neck, and smiled in contentment. Wearing a smile of my own, I wrapped my arms around him. “How was your day, hmm?” Shawn asked, an incontrollable shiver ran down my spine, as the warmth of his breath was felt against my neck. ”Same old, I guess.” I replied, just after the shiver ran through me. “You cold?” My boyfriend asked with concern, lifting his head from my chest and looking into my eyes. Shawn reached for a blanket before I could even reply. Pulling an arm out from under my back, he grabbed a blanket that was lain over the back cushions of my couch. He unfolded the fabric and placed it over us as best as he only could. “Better?” He asked looking back into my eyes, while tucking his arm back under my back. I nodded, despite never being cold. The blanket did make our cuddling feel cozier, so I couldn’t complain.
Shawn placed a gentle kiss on my jaw, before resting his head back on my chest. The spot on my jaw continued to tingle, even after his lips had pulled away. Shawn yawned a moment later, causing me to yawn right after he had. Shawn chuckled at my action, tilted his head upwards, looking up at me with amusement. “I missed you today.” He said, with a smile still pulling at the corners of his lips. “You, my dear miss me everyday.” I replied with a large grin, beginning to trail my fingers along his cheek. “I do,” Shawn chuckled, “I miss you like every minute of everyday.” Realizing the seriousness behind his reply, a sudden blush rose to my cheeks. “Did you miss me?” He asked, unwrapping one of his arms from around me and grabbing my hand that wasn’t tracing shapes along his cheek. “Of course I did, I guess.” I replied, staring at our joined hands where his fingers played with mine.
I averted my gaze away from our entwined fingers and looked down at Shawn instead. I followed his held gaze on our joined hands, watching his eyes as they skimmed over the details of my hand. The tips of his fingers slowly brushed along my palm, before his fingers would entangle with mine again. His touch made my stomach flutter, causing a smile to uncontrollably pull at the corners of my lips, “Shawn.” I whispered, causing his fingers to pause and his eyes to look up at me. His questioning eyes looked into mine, then I continued. “Kiss me.” I said intending it as a harmless demand despite my soft whispering. A large smile had stretched across Shawn’s face after my words had processed in his mind. “But, I’m tired.” He joked, causing a chuckle to leave my lips. Shawn then lifted his body from mine, supporting his weight on his forearms, and leaned forward, placing his lips against my own.
My hands rested comfortably on his biceps, as his arms remained behind my back. His hold on me tightened as I kissed him back, reciprocating his kiss. While kissing me, he pressed his lips gently against mine, but still he kissed me with an intensity. In between kisses, he would brush his lips over mine, causing a tickling sensation to be felt on my lips. Shawn eventually slid his tongue along my bottom lip. Wanting the same, I accepted his request.
I pulled away from Shawn’s lips with closed eyes and an uncontrollable smile. When I opened my eyes again, Shawn’s face was only inches away from mine. I also noticed that he was biting on his bottom lip, likely trying to conceal the goofy smile that played in his lips. Shawn leaned forward again, this time to place a quick kiss on my cheek. This action caused me to giggle. Shawn then rested his head back down on my chest, snuggling against me. I lifted one of my hands up to his curls, where I began to comb my fingers through it. I smiled when I heard Shawn sigh in contentment.
Around us, the living room became darker as it grew later, and the only sounds heard came quietly from the television as another TV show played that neither one of us paid attention to. I combed my fingers through Shawn’s hair until I was sure that he had fallen asleep, and until I grew tired myself. I kissed his soft, pink cheek, despite knowing that we should get up from the couch to go to bed, I let myself fall asleep too, as we both were too clingy, cuddly and sleepy to care.