we just need to throw a bucket of water at her

Fixing things around the Haus was never really about the dibs for Dex. But, all the same, in the back of his mind he was still relying on his efforts in that department to secure him housing for his junior year at Samwell.

Which is why he’s a little surprised at himself for the sinking feeling in his gut when he’s officially offered a spot.

“Oh,” he replies dumbly.

Lardo blinks at him, clearly startled by his lack of enthusiasm, her hand still held out between them waiting for him to reach out and seal the deal.

Dex shakes his head and reaches his own hand out belatedly. Only to have Lardo pull back. “Bro. I’m not gonna give it to you if you don’t really want it.”

“No, no, I do! I promise I do. I’m sorry, I just thought…”

He thought that he’d be getting either Ransom or Holster’s dibs. And that Nursey would be getting the other’s. And, despite the fact that Dex has been dreading the very idea of that for the entire school year, he feels off kilter and lost now trying to imagine a scenario in which he lives at the Haus without Nursey constantly underfoot.

Even these past two years of living in the dorms, Nursey still always somehow manages to end up at the Haus whenever Dex does, stealing the last slice of pie while verbally needling at sore spots he knows well enough will get a rise out of his fellow D-man.

It seemed pointless to even hope that getting dibs wouldn’t somehow include Nursey at his side, and so Dex never bothered to factor in the possibility. He resigned himself to his fate. And now, presented with an alternative, he has no idea what to think.

“Do you, uh,” he clears his throat, watching Lardo’s eyes narrow at him, assessing. “Do you know who Rans and Holster are giving theirs to?”

“They’re giving them to Nursey, bro.”

“Right. But to Nursey and…?

“Just Nursey.” She shrugs. “Those bunkbeds don’t even have a ladder anymore, so we figured we’d turn the attic back into a single for now. And we thought we’d do you all a solid by making sure the SMH didn’t lose it’s next best D-man pair due to mutual homicide within the first week of preseason by making you shack up together. We’ve all seen how you two handle sharing a hotel room on roadies.”

To be fair, how they handle it nowadays is wildly different from the roughhousing mess of their first semester at Samwell. But apparently no one’s noticed that.

Dex goes abruptly still as a thought occurs to him that feels like a bucket of ice water over his head. “Wait. Was this Nurse’s idea?”

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for nursey week, day 2: “surprise or simplicity.”


“If that pen explodes in your mouth,” Dex says from the bathroom doorway, “I am not gonna feel bad for you.”

Derek startles–and does drop the pen out of his mouth–and looks up. “What?”

Dex cocks a brow at him, flicking off the bathroom light and flopping down on the hotel bed next to Derek’s. “You’ve had two pens explode in your mouth from chewing on them like that,” he says. His red hair is wet, tousled from where he must’ve run his hands through it after his shower, and he rolls onto his stomach, propping himself on his elbows to look at Derek. “What’re you glaring at, anyway?”

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I HAVE FINISHED ACOWAR. OH MY GOD.

Spoilers. 10/10 recommend. Also there’s a huge spoiler at the end end of the book. *evil cackles* Seriously. Read it. REEEEAD IT. NOW FOR YOUR VIEWING PLEASURE::

- Perhaps when my task here was done, I’d burn this manor to the ground, too. Starting with those roses.

- But it was the vines—the thorns—that had made it unlivable. My old bedroom had been overrun with them. They’d curved and slithered over the walls, entwined themselves amongst the debris. As if they’d crawled off the trellises beneath my windows, as if a hundred years had passed and not months.

- To see Ianthe. And at last decide how I was going to shred her into pieces.

- Healing. Alive and healing. I reminded myself of that every day. Even when I still heard their screams, smelled their blood.

- That was my first step: make Tamlin believe, truly believe, that I loved him and this place, and everyone in it. So that he would not suspect when I turned them on each other.

- Not to demand the whereabouts of the two sets of wings his father had kept as trophies after he’d butchered Rhysand’s mother and sister.

- I let my glow spread, until it, too, rippled from Lucien’s bowed form. A knight before his queen.

- I was the nightmare. Preying on what Tamlin had feared from my very first days here. I had not forgotten that long-ago fight he’d picked with Lucien. The warning he’d given him to stop flirting with me. To stay away. The fear that I’d preferred the red-haired lord over him

- “What have you done,” Lucien breathed, and Tamlin’s face was the picture of devastation as Lucien shoved him aside.

- And if I could have painted that moment, I would have named it A Portrait in Snares and Baiting.

- Alis squeezed my hand. “Blood rubies or no, you will always have one friend in the Summer Court.” My throat bobbed. “And you will always have one in mine,” I promised her. She knew which court I meant. And did not look afraid.

- “I’m going with you,” he said again, face splattered with blood as bright as his hair. “I’m getting my mate back.” There was no time for this argument. For the truth and debate and the answers I saw he desperately wanted. Tamlin and the others would have heard the shouting by now. “Don’t make me regret this,” I told him.

- Cassian had taught me to always have a second escape route. Always.

- “But I think letting his court collapse around him is a better punishment. Certainly longer than an easy death.”

- JESMINDA

- “Tell me about her—about Elain,” Lucien said quietly.

- Closer and closer to the shore, to the awaiting party of sentries that winnowed in out of nowhere. No, no, no—A shadow slammed into the earth before us, cracking the ice toward every horizon. Not a shadow. An Illyrian warrior.

- “There’s no such thing as a High Lady,” one of Lucien’s brothers spat. A faint smile played on my mouth. “There is now.” And it was time for the world to know it.

- And as those violet eyes met mine, as that familiar half smile faded … My face crumpled. A small, broken noise cracked from me. Rhys was instantly moving, but my legs had already given out. The foyer carpet cushioned the impact as I sank to my knees. I covered my face with my hands while the past month crashed into me. Rhys knelt before me, knee to knee.

- Lucien said nothing while Rhys spoke. Or when I continued with my tale, Cassian often chiming in with his own account of how it’d been to live with two mated-yet-un-mated people, to pretend Rhys wasn’t courting me, to welcome me into their little circle.

- “And you love him. And he—he truly does love you.” Lucien dragged a hand through his red hair. “And all these people I have spent my centuries hating, even fearing … They are your family.” “I think Amren would probably deny that she feels any affection for us—” “Amren is a bedtime story they told us as younglings to make us behave. Amren was who would drink my blood and carry me to hell if I acted out of line. And yet there she was, acting more like a cranky old aunt than anything.”

- “I hadn’t realized I was a villain in your narrative,” Lucien breathed.

- “As far as I can recall, Cassian,” Rhys countered drily, “you actually said you needed a reprieve from staring at our ugly faces, and that some ladies would add some much-needed prettiness for you to look at all day.” “Pig,” Amren said.

- “I’ll never forget it, you know,” he said, blowing out a breath. “The moment when he spoke to us all, mind to mind. When I realized what was happening, and that … he’d saved us. Trapped us here and tied our hands, but …”

- “Why should I be scared of an oversized bat who likes to throw temper tantrums?”

- Again, that dry, quiet smile. “Why do you think Illyrians are so fit?” “Why did no one warn me about this cocky side of yours?” Azriel’s mouth twitched upward.

- “Nesta,” the Bone Carver murmured. “Nes-ta.” I squeezed Cassian’s hand. Enough. It was enough of this teasing and taunting. But he didn’t look at me. “How the wind moans her name. Can you hear it, too? Nesta. Nesta. Nesta.” I wasn’t sure Cassian was breathing.

- But Rhys rubbed his jaw, weighing, thinking. Then he said simply, “Only Nesta would not just conquer Death—but pillage it.”

- They outright gasped as Rhys simply perched on the arm of the throne, smirked at me, and said to the Court of Nightmares, “Bow.” For they had not. And with me seated on that throne … Their faces were still a mixture of shock and disdain as they all dropped to their knees.

- Cassian was halfway to Mor when she whirled on Rhys and said, “Why?” Her voice broke. And something in my chest cracked, too, at the tears that began running down her face.

- Cassian casually slid Nesta behind him, his fingers snagging in the skirts of her black gown. As if to reassure himself that she wasn’t in Amren’s direct path. Nesta only rose onto her toes to peer over his shoulder.

- Elain was staring at the spymaster now—unblinkingly. “We’re the ones who need …” Azriel trailed off. “A seer,” he said, more to himself than us. “The Cauldron made you a seer.”

- I caught Cassian glancing at me for the third time in less than a minute and demanded, “What?” His lips twitched at the corners. “You just look so …” “Here we go,” Mor muttered from where she picked at her red-tinted nails against the stair banister.

- “Welcome to the court,” he said to her. “You’re about to have one hell of a first day.” And to my eternal shock, a smile tugged at Nesta’s mouth.

- as Kallias opened his mouth—And then my friend squealed. Squealed. Both females hurtled for each other, and Mor’s squeal had turned to a quiet sob as she flung her arms around the slender stranger and hugged her tight. The female’s own arms were shaking as she gripped Mor.

- VIVIANE IS BADASS

- “She is Fae.” “No shit,” Viviane muttered under her breath, and Mor’s snort was cut off as Kallias raised his brows at them. Helion ignored them.

- “I rescind the blood rubies. Let there be no debts between us.” “Don’t expect Amren to return hers,” Cassian muttered. “She’s grown attached to it.” I could have sworn a smile tugged on Varian’s mouth.

- But Viviane nodded, chin high, and rose. “I will fight with you.” Cresseida stood a heartbeat later. “As will I.” Both of them looked to the males in their court. Tarquin and Kallias rose. Then Helion, smirking at me and Rhys. And finally Thesan—

- I let my gaze dart through the room, half paying attention to Helion’s musing on the wall and how to repair it, then dared study the High Lord for a heartbeat. Look at him. The nose is the same, the smile. The voice. Even Lucien’s skin is darker than his brothers’.

- Nesta was watching me carefully. I admitted to her, “Sometimes … I have problems with small spaces.” “I can’t get into a bathtub anymore. I have to use buckets.” I hadn’t known—hadn’t even thought that bathing, submerging in water…“ Nesta said.
- Nesta stepped forward. Then another step. And another. Until she was in front of Graysen, faster than anyone could see. Until Nesta smacked him hard enough that his head snapped to the side. “You never deserved her,” Nesta snarled into the stunned silence as Graysen cupped his face and swore, bending over. Nesta only looked back at me.

- Run, the Suriel mouthed once more, blood dribbling past its withered lips. That was pain in its eyes. Real pain, as mortal as any creature. And if Ianthe took it alive to Hybern … The Suriel knew it was a possibility. It had begged me for freedom once … yet it was willing to be taken. For me to run. Its milky eyes narrowed—in pain and understanding. Yes, it seemed to say. Go.

- Amren found me within twenty steps, a wrapped bundle in her arms. “Every time you lot leave me at home, someone manages to get gutted.”

- Amren and Varian didn’t even bother to join us. No, she’d just wrapped her legs around his waist, right there in front of us, and he’d stood, lifting her in one swift movement. I wasn’t entirely sure how Varian managed to walk them out of the tent while still kissing her, Amren’s hands dragging through his hair, letting out noises that were unnervingly like purring as they vanished into the camp.

- “I CAN’T love him like that.” “Why?” “Because I prefer females.”

- “What?” she asked, coming to my side. “I was just thinking,” I said, smile growing, “that whenever you’re ready … I was thinking about how much fun I’m going to have playing matchmaker for you.”

- And then Nesta began screaming. Not in pain. But a name. Over and over. “CASSIAN.” Amren reached for her, but Nesta roared, “CASSIAN!” She scrambled to her feet, as if she’d leap into the skies.

- “He named his three personal ships after them,” Drakon said with a smile. And there, sailing at the front … I beheld the names of those ships. The Feyre. The Elain. And leading the charge against Hybern, flying over the waves, unyielding and without an ounce of fear … The Nesta. With my father … our father at the helm.

- The talons came first. Replacing fingers and feet. Then dark scales or perhaps feathers, I couldn’t get a look at them, covered his legs, his arms, his chest. His body contorted, bones and muscles growing and shifting. The beast form Rhys had kept hidden. Never liked to unleash.

- threw herself to her knees before Cassian. “Get up,” she sobbed, hauling at his shoulder. “Get up.” He tried—and failed. “You’re too heavy,” she pleaded, but still tried to raise him, fingers scrabbling in his black, bloodied armor. “I can’t—he’s coming—”

- Nesta didn’t stop him as he leaned up and kissed her—lightly. As much as he could manage. Cassian said softly, brushing away the tear that streaked down her face, “I will find you again in the next world—the next life. And we will have that time. I promise.”

- “Don’t you touch my sister.”

- Rhys’s face was battered—bloody. His hands were still tipped in talons, his canines still elongated. Barely out of that beast form. “You—you freed her—” He was stammering. Shaking. I wasn’t entirely sure how he was even standing.

- It took me a moment to grasp it. What I saw. Rhys was sprawled on the rocky ground, wings draped behind him. He looked like he was sleeping. But as I breathed in—It wasn’t there. That thing that rose and fell with each breath. That echoed each heartbeat. The mating bond. It wasn’t there. It was gone. Because his own chest … it was not moving. And Rhys was dead.

- “Be happy, Feyre.” Tamlin said quietly.

- “Someone fish out dear Amren before she catches a cold.”

- “Hasn’t anyone told you? You’re disgustingly rich.” “Just because I have money doesn’t mean I need to spend it.” He squeezed my knee. “Good. We need someone with a head for money around here. I’ve been bleeding out gold left and right thanks to our Court of Dreams taking advantage of my ridiculous generosity.”

- A gift. All of it.

- There are more tales to be told in the land of Prythian … THE SERIES WILL CONTINUE IN 2018

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anonymous asked:

Pls do an sequel to the omo head cannon please like where they go home and dan wets himself and then maybe they go in the shower and have sex. Thx ur hc are so amazing btw

warning; gross. i am disgusted with myself. but enjoy. (ps. pls don’t give me hate for this, don’t read it if you don’t like this stuff it’s real kinky) 

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The taxi drive home was awful, horrible torture for Dan. He couldn’t even speak, all he could do was focus on squeezing his thighs together and biting his lip until he was sure it was bleeding. Phil was no help, he kept massaging Dan’s thigh and whenever the driver spoke to him he somehow managed to steer the conversation to Dan. 

Dan would answer, just to spare himself the awkwardness, but it would come out sounding strained and whenever he tried to speak Phil would press down on his abdomen, making Dan cut off or quietly gasp and once, moan. Dan would glare at him, but he’d only smirk evilly, and shrug. 

When the car finally stopped Phil helped Dan out, holding onto his arm tightly and muttering sweet nothings in his ear. “It’s okay, baby, you’re doing such a good job. We’re almost there.” And then- “God, I’m gonna fucking ruin you as soon as we get inside.” Which makes Dan whimper, and almost crumble, but Phil holds him up.

Dan got all the way to the door before he collapsed, falling to his knees with a whimper. 

“Phil…” He choked out, grabbing his shirt. “Fuck, oh god.” 

Phil couldn’t help but smile sadistically; he hadn’t known he would enjoy this so much but he was. He loved seeing Dan like this, weak, helpless and begging like he almost never was. It gave Phil a feeling of power over him, and turned him on beyond belief. 

“Hm? What’s that baby?” Phil kneeled down next to him, rubbing his back slowly. “Did you need something?” His voice was silky and deceivingly loving, but it sent shivers up Dan’s spine. 

“Phil,” Dan gasped, reaching out to grasp at his shirt, squeezing his eyes shut. “Please, Phil, I can’t I can’t, fuck.” 

“You can’t hold it any longer?” Phil asked, finishing his sentence for him, leaning forward and whispering so the words tickled Dan’s neck. 

Dan shook his head. 

“Well, angel, you can either wait to get to the bathroom, or you can go right here.” Phil drew his finger under Dan’s chin, bringing his face up. “What will it be? I can imagine it would be pretty embarrassing for you to piss yourself, right here, in front of me, and the neighbors could come out of that door any second, but if you really can’t hold it…” 

Dan whined, biting his lip and clutching Phil’s shirt in his hand tightly. 

“Phil…” Dan let out, the word sounding like a mix of a moan and a whimper, and it made Phil’s cock twitch in his pants. 

Phil couldn’t take it anymore, he slowly but firmly pushed Dan back so that he was lying on the carpet, and pressed down on his lower stomach. 

Dan let out a desperate noise, trying to pry Phil’s wrist away, but Phil was too strong and Dan too weak. He arched his back, trying desperately not to let go although that was the only thing he wanted right then. But then Phil leaned over him, biting gently on his ear lobe, pressing soft kisses down his neck. 

“It’s alright, baby,” he whispered, and now his voice didn’t seem to sadistically evil, if only for a moment. “It’s okay angel. Let go. I’m right here, it’s fine. Just let go, you don’t have to fight it. I love you so, so much, you’re doing so good.” Phil slowly rubbed circles on his stomach, not even pressing down anymore, and Dan gave up. 

“Ah-” he gasped, his eyes shut tightly, grabbing Phil’s wrist and squeezing tightly as piss soaked through his jeans and ran down his leg. 

Phil watched his face in awe, the pure pleasure of release on his features and the noises escaping him enough to make Phil’s jeans feel even more uncomfortable. 

“Fuck,” he breathed as Dan went completely limp, letting go of his wrist, his stomach no longer tensed. “I love you, god, I love you.” Dan moaned. 

“Oh Jesus, that was…” Dan trailed off when he could speak, laughing softly. “You kinky motherfucker.”

Phil laughed too. “Oh, you think I’m done with you?” 

Dan frowned just slightly, clearly exhausted, and Phil laughed again. He took Dan’s hand, placing it right over his obvious bulge and holding in a moan. “Yeah, I’m not done with you until you fix that.” 

Dan’s eyes widened, and he nodded. “Yes s-sir.” 

Phil carefully helped him up, leading him inside and to the bathroom as quick as possible. He pushed Dan inside, kissing him deeply before he did so. 

“I’ll be right back,” he muttered, “get in the shower, I’ll join you in a second.”

Dan smiled, somewhat sleepily, and nodded. “Yes sir. Thank you.” 

Dan stripped himself quickly, setting the piss stained clothes in a pile in the corner of the room. Dan turned on the warm water, stepping in and letting it sooth him and clean him off. His eyelids drifted shut a few times, but he tried to keep them open. 

The thought of what Phil would do to him once he got there kept floating into Dan’s mind, keeping him awake; plus the thoughts of what he had already done. God, his voice had been… 

Dan shivered, sliding his hand down his stomach and wrapping it around his cock, jerking gently and trying to keep back a moan. 

“What are you doing?” Phil asked from right next to him, and Dan jumped, his eyes shooting open. 

“N-Nothing, sorry,” he stuttered, letting Phil back him into the wall.

“Mhm,” Phil muttered, clearly not believing him. 

He attached his mouth to Dan’s neck, sucking hard and running his fingertips down Dan’s sides. Dan shivered. 

“I said I was going to ruin you, and I meant it,” Phil whispered, bringing Dan’s face up with two fingers under his chin and kissing him softly. 

“You kind of already did,” Dan breathed, pulling him closer instinctively by the waist, loving the feeling of their bodies pressed together. Phil chuckled.

“No, not the way I was thinking. I was thinking ruin ruin, the kind where you can’t stand properly for a week.” To emphasize his words he lifted Dan up, pressing him against the wall and kissing him messily. 

Dan moaned against his mouth, his eyes rolling back in his head as Phil grinded on him, the word ‘please’ slipping from his lips. 

“Please what, baby, use your words,” Phil muttered, biting down on Dan’s collarbone and kneading his ass in his hands. 

“Please, ruin me.” 

That was all Phil needed to have Dan flipped over, his hands on the wall and Phil’s fingers pushing inside of him, trailing kisses down the nape of his neck as he pumped in and out. 

“I’m not going to stretch you much, okay?” He asked softly, smoothing his hand over Dan’s bum. “I want it to burn a bit, but tell me to stop if you need me to.”

Dan nodded frantically, pushing back on him, and Phil laughed. 

“Be patient, angel.”

Phil had obviously known this was going to happen so he had brought lube into the bathroom; and it only took him a moment to slather his hand in it and slowly rub himself, moaning from the friction. 

“Okay baby,” he breathed, leaning over Dan’s body to kiss the side of his neck. “Ready?”

“Yes,” Dan choked out, letting his chin fall to his chest. “Fuck, just hurry up.”

Phil pushed in slowly, moaning and throwing his head back, gripping Dan’s hips tightly and thrusting. Dan let out a whine, pushing back on him, desperate for more, god, he just wanted to be fucked up. 

“Desperate whore,” Phil breathed, smacking Dan’s ass and making Dan jump, moaning as Phil snapped his hips, hitting Dan at just the right angle. 

 Phil kneaded Dan’s ass with his hand as he fucked into him, and he wished he had a camera before remembering that they were in the shower. He dug his nails in, suddenly thrusting hard, drawing a loud whine out of Dan. 

He kept trying to focus on going slowly and then suddenly hard, to tease Dan as much as possible, but his mind kept wandering to how Dan’s face had looked when he had finally let go, his little whimpers when Phil pressed down on his stomach… Phil moaned, cursing under his breath and speeding up his thrusts.

Dan was doing the same, no matter how much he tried not to. He had felt Phil’s authority and and control just oozing from his voice, and just the fact that Phil had made him piss himself in their hallway was enough to get Dan practically screaming and pushing back on Phil’s cock. 

Dan came with a loud string of moans and curses, the wall and his stomach both streaked with white. Phil groaned at his noises, tangling his fingers in Dan’s hair and tugging roughly, pounding into him hard. Dan whimpered, squirming away, but Phil pulled him back by the hair and his hip, digging his nails in until Dan held still. 

“Fuck,” Phil breathed as he let go inside of his boyfriend, his hips twitching instinctively. 

He let go of Dan who instantly fell to his knees, his legs weak and his head fuzzy. 

Phil sat down next to him, wordlessly beginning to wash him off with the water from the shower head, holding him gently while he cleaned him. 

“Beautiful,” he muttered, cupping Dan’s cheek and kissing him gently. “You’re so fucking beautiful, did such a good job. Such a good boy for me.” 

Dan smiled sleepily, letting his head fall on to Dan’s shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you too, angel.” 

There was a pause where all they could hear was the water hitting the wall, and Dan’s ragged breathing. And then-

“Fuck, I think I have a pissing kink.” 


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Phil avoided the neighbors eyes as he silently scrubbed at the carpet outside his door. He had agreed wholeheartedly to clean it; Dan was exhausted and like Phil had promised, could hardly stand on his own. It had been worth it, anyways. But the lady who lived next door was just standing there, watching him with a frown on her face. Phil found it a bit creepy, but didn’t say anything. 

Finally he finished, standing up and brushing himself off, picking up his bucket and rag and carpet cleaner. 

“We just got a dog,” he muttered to the lady, and blush tinting his face, before he rushed back inside; still avoiding her gaze. 

“Uh, Dan?” he called, dropping the supplies and rushing to his room. Dan looked up from his laptop.

“Yeah?”

“We might have to get a dog.” 

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Warning:- Smut, Swearing 

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This is a mash up of several request because they were pretty similar :) so I hope you like!!

Requests:-

wantated said: Hey! I love your blog! I spent like, a whole day reading you Masterlist and since then I am in love! So… I have a request but it is big… so sorry! I was wondering if you could write something about Jody, Charlie and the Reader having a girls night at the bunker or somewhere where they talk about girls, boys and relationships and they make the Reader admit that she is in love with Dean and that she should confess to him, because he totally loves her too. Thank you so much! You are great!

Anon said: Can we have a reader and charlie girly night? thanks

Anon said: Can I ask for a deanxreader where charlie and sam plot to get them to admit their feelings? 

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You stumbled from the kitchen with snacks piled so high in your arms it was impossible to see over the top. It was your monthly “girly” night with Charlie and you were incredibly excited. Your knee collided with a chair on the way out of the room towards the converted “Movie room”; A string of not to colourful curse words flew from your mouth as the pain radiated up your leg.

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Precious Cargo

Request: Hey, I love your imagines and was wondering if I could request a newt x reader? Maybe where like newt and the reader are dating, or like engaged, and the reader is pregnant (but no one but she herself knows it). And like newt and the gang go into battle and the reader ends up passing out. And then when she comes too, they’ve found out she’s pregnant? And maybe like an argument with reader and newt about why she didn’t tell him). HIGHKEY ANGST ANGST ANGST THANK YOU AND MAYBE-JUST MAYBE SOME FLUFF

Word Count: 3,178

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous

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Pushing your chair back, you stand from the dinner table that Queenie, Tina, and Newt sit at, laughing over a joke Tina heard at work. Newt’s eyes shine when he glances at you, and he places three fingers to his lips to hide the growing smile. Blushing, you smile back and begin clearing the plates from the table.

Your ring clicks against Queenie’s plate when you lift it, and you don’t bother trying to hide the smile that appears. She’ll be able to read your elation anyway.
In mock horror, Queenie turns to Newt. “Mr. Scamander, making her clear the table on her own? Is that anyway to treat your fiancée?”

Newt beams at your two-day old title. “I suppose it isn’t.” He places his balled-up napkin on the table, stands, and reaches to take the plates from you. “She shouldn’t have to lift a finger.”

You spin the diamond ring on your finger, melting under Newt’s look of pure adoration. Your stomach flutters and twirls. He tilts his head—such an adorable habit of his—and you want to be much closer.

Tina clears her throat, uncomfortable with the starry look the two of you are holding over the table. “Maybe we should go.”

Queenie giggles. “Come on, sis, let’s leave the two lovebirds alone.”

You tear your eyes from Newt’s dazzling ones. “Oh no, don’t –“ You start to say, but trail off at Queenie’s eye roll and understanding smirk.

The two disappear into the stairwell and close the front door as Newt sets the stack of plates down. The floor creaks as he steps around the table.

The smell of nutmeg, pine, and the wind surround you as Newt nears. His soft hand lifts yours, drawing it closer to his face where he can inspect the shimmering diamond.

“I’m glad you said yes.” A wisp of red hair drifts in front of his eyes as he lifts his gaze to yours, head still bent.

“I’m glad you asked,” you tease, heart hammering against your ribs like it wants to break out.

Newt drops your hand, smile quirking up the corners of his lips as he brushes a thumb over your cheekbone. “I would’ve been the biggest fool not to.”

“I can’t believe we’re engaged.”

“My mother’s going to have a heart attack when the owl arrives.”

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🖤Drug Lord E (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: Y/N boyfriend owes some money to a drug gang which Ethan happens to run. Y/N goes to pay off her boyfriend’s debt, but Ethan decides to keep her for himself.

Warnings FOR ENTIRE SERIES: Drugs/sexual assault/Violence

A/N: Twins are older in this. So I’ve never wrote anything about these subjects before and at any point if you are uncomfortable please stop reading! Also, requests are on hold until I finish the series! Still open, just won’t be posting! Now without further ado, I present Drug Lord Ethan

“Peace!” Grayson and I shout as we laughed lightly chuckled. I know this is wrong. I know what I do is wrong, but it’s who I am. I film youtube videos with my twin brother to throw the world off guard. I run one of the largest drug gangs in the world with Grayson as my right hand man. He always has the insight on things and makes sure everything runs smoothly and clears our tracks behind us. He always looks out for me and if something is wrong with the gang he is usually the first person to know about it and he deals with it.

“Dolan!” Grayson and I both look towards the doorway of my room and I see Nate, a member of the gang shouted. Soon he appeared in the doorway and was covered in blood to which Grayson and I jumped up and rushed over to him.

“Damn Garner what the fuck happened?” I growled as I see Alex rush in behind him.

“We went to go collect debt from Justin and he put up a helluva fight. Brought out a switchblade.” Nate states and looks to Alex.

“Did you pull your gun?” I asked and I balled up my fist in anger.

“No Dolan we know not to do that unless life or death. That’s the code.” Alex defends and I let out a sigh of relief. Grayson walks over next to me then he looks at the two boys. “He got away.” Alex says and I let out another sigh.

“Next time don’t let him get away. Now get yourselves cleaned up.” I stormed passed the bloodied boys and walked into the living room. Cameron was sitting on the couch as he was smoking a joint. I could see a block of cocaine peeking out from behind the sofa. I let out a frustrated groan. “If I wanted people to know we were a drug ring I wouldn’t be posting stupid fucking youtube videos trying to keep this a secret!” I shouted as I threw the block of cocaine at the wall which caused the block to burst leaving a white dust behind left in the air and a powder pile on the floor. The white dust was left behind on my fingers from poor packaging which I let out a sarcastic chuckle. “Wow who the hell taught you guys to pack your fucking cocaine? Your grandma?” I brushed my finger under my nose inhaling the drug which sends a chill throughout my body. For a second everything is just fine. I wasn’t in the drug ring. I was at home with Sam holding her in my arms. Grayson and Angie were planning their wedding as Sam was expecting our baby boy in the fall. I would fall asleep with her in my arms after she took our baby boy in his bassinet. It wasn’t just Grayson and I. Alone.

“Ethan.” I jumped at the slight whisper of Grayson’s voice. I could feel my heart start to race as I looked at a worried Grayson. “Damn your pupils are huge.” Grayson says looking me in my eyes. I inhaled deeply and I threw my head back. “Are you fucking high right now Ethan? Realy?” He seemed angry, but I just pushed him back.

“Hell yeah I am. These dumbasses can’t pack a fucking block of coke right.” I pointed towards the powder on the floor. “Teach them how to pack it or I’ll find a new brother.” I said shoving past Grayson to go back to my room. I slammed the door behind me and then I turned towards the wall. My head was pounding and my heart was racing. I could feel my stomach turning. I felt extremely hot as I knew these signs. I fell to my knees and lied on my back as I started to vomit all over myself as I was shaking and convulsing. I was drifting in and out of consciousness as I felt Grayson turn me on my side. I couldn’t hear him, but I knew he was screaming and probably crying. Soon everything seemed to grow soft and slow. I could hear Grayson’s screams get quieter. I felt my drool sticking to the side of my face, but I couldn’t move my arm to wipe it off. Then everything went black.

***

“I don’t know Cam it just happened.” I heard Grayson’s voice grow loud and soft as I was starting to wake up. I could feel a cool breeze on my bare chest. I felt extremely thirsty, hot, and sweaty. I slowly leaned up and opened my eyes. I was lying in my bed. Grayson and my sister Cam were talking and had their back towards me. Cam plays as our nurse since if we go to an actual hospital they have to report our injuries to the police. I then felt extremely nauseous and I leaned over.

“Shit.” Cam said as she grabs me a trash bucket as I vomit in the bucket hard. Cam holds the bucket until I finish and then her and Gray lie me down gently on my back. She then bends a straw in my mouth as I suck in some water. Grayson was sitting on a chair next to my bed. I was extremely dehydrated as I cleared the water from the glass in seconds. “What the hell happened?” Cam asked me as I leaned up some more.

“He snorted a little cocaine and I think he had a drug overdose or something.” Grayson hissed seeming irritated. “When he was having his seizure he kept mumbling about Sam. I’m sure she’s the reason why he snorted.” Grayson snapped which I jumped up. “He needs to learn to let her go!” He screams at me. Before I could retort Aaron came into the bedroom.

“Hey am I interrupting anything?” He asked shyly. We all shook our heads.

“No more than usual Carpenter.” I groaned which Grayson slapped my knee.

“You know that guy who owes us money? The one Garner and Aiono saw earlier today?” He asks and I nodded.

“Go on.” I demanded. “What’s wrong? Is he here? Tell him he’d better have my money or else if he’s just wasting my time–” He cut me off.

“He’s not here.” He paused. “His girlfriend is. She says she has the money to pay off his debt for you.” I cocked my head in confusion as I stood to my feet.

“E…” Grayson trails off, but I ignore him and I walk into the living room which I see her. Questions ran through my mind, but I only asked one.

“How did you know to come here? You boy toy doesn’t even know where we live.” I crossed my arms as her eyes linger on my shirtless body. She doesn’t say anything at first, but I smirked. “If you like what you see I’m sure we can work out an arrangement on you boy’s debt.” I said eyeing her body up and down. She was wearing a white crop top that had black horizontal stripes. Her hair was long and dark and I smiled to myself when I noticed she didn’t have much of an upper lip. She was wearing tight jeans which made her ass pop and white high top converses. She was extremely light and had dark brown eyes. I could see she had her belly button pierced which was pretty hot.

“Ew no. Here.” She held out a wad of cash in front of my eyes. “There should be roughly  eight thousand in there.” She added. I took the cash as I shoved the wad in my back pocket. Neither one of us say anything but I snapped my fingers signalling to shut the doors and the windows. Cameron and Nate lock the doors and close the blinds. She begins to look frightened and confused.

“The eight thousand is a nice gesture, but Mr. Kelley owes us more than just eight thousand.” I look to Grayson who was walking into the living room. “How much does Mr. Kelley owe us after not paying for almost three months?” I questioned Grayson.

“Well to start with he owed us 14 thousand and we tried to send him out to sell since he wanted to join our team. More drugs went missing then we got in profit. Then, counting interest and just because we’re assholes, let’s add some more thousands on there. In total Justin Kelley owes us a total of 22 thousand dollars and some change.” The girl’s eyes grew wide as her mouth hung open.

“We can’t afford that! I only have the eight thousand. He told you he was robbed and that’s more drugs went missing then in profit!” She screamed at me, but Nate grabbed her arms and held them behind her back.

“Well you two owe me about 14 thousand dollars and I know how we can work this out.” I look up to Nate and I nodded. He then picked up the girl and threw her over his shoulder and walked down the hall as she started shrieking which Nate muffled her screams as he took her to our spare room. I turn around to see Grayson and Cam looking at me.

“I’m leaving. Next time you have a drug overdose, don’t call me.” She says storming out, but she stops. “Just think, do you think Sam would want this?” She asked before slamming the door of the living room leaving Gray and I alone.

“Ethan…” He groaned sympathetically. I didn’t want to hear whatever he had to say. I turned on my heel and I wandered down the hall to get to know our new guest roommate who will be staying with us.


Part 2

Farmers Daughter - Stiles Stilinski {Part One}

Author’s Note: Thanks to @celestial-writing for looking this over for me! Some of you probably won’t understand what I’m talking about when working the pipeline, since I asked my dad, who’s a farmer (who’s also Mr. Holmes c; ) but I hope you lovelies enjoy!


Originally posted by sakurawinchester-blog



Stiles’ POV

“Well, Stiles you’ve totally made a mistake to work here for the ENTIRE summer.” I say to myself, groaning as I dragging pig feed across the grass. I stop for a minute to wipe the sweat of my face, looking up at the sun. “I don’t know how people do this.” I complain, the sweat making my shirt stick to my body, grabbing the bag hurling it across my shoulder. I stumble into the heifer barn, hearing the moo’s and oinks from the animals. I slam the feed against the ground as I take out the pocket knife Mr. Holmes let me borrow, cutting the string off the top of the bag. I pour some of it into the trough then mixing water with it. I lock the gate the pigs are held in as they dig into it, some pigs being more aggressive than others. “Aye, be nice piggies.” I mumble, heading back out. I lean against the wall, slamming my head off of it lightly. “This sucks. God, this fucking sucks.” I groan, hating this job already. So far today I’ve had to help clean the barn, which consists of shoveling manure and while Mr. Holmes went to go spread it I broke down hay bales for the cows, then he showed me how to use a tractor and work the harrower, so I can prep some of the land for cutting hay, and now I just fed pigs. I never thought I’d ever do this in my life and I never want to, ever. I heard whistling and looked up to see a girl my age, bringing the cows in from the field. Holy cow. I groan at the irony before looking back at her again. I gulp slightly, her eyes meeting mine and she gives me a small smile and a wave. I return the wave and once she’s out of sight I tell myself, “Alright, maybe it’s not so bad.” I head into the barn, watching all the cows come in and head into a stall. I connect the chain to the numbers around their neck, so they stay in place. After locking another one in I walk towards the next, only to run into somebody.

“I-I’m so sorry.” The person says and I look up, seeing the same girl.

“O-Oh it’s okay.” I stutter, my cheeks flushed, “I should’ve watched where I was going.” I chuckle, seeing her smile before giggling.

“We haven’t actually met yet. I’m Y/N.” She puts out her hand for me to shake. I take it, feeling how soft her hand is and shakes it.

“Stiles.” I was about to ask her how long she’s worked here when Mr. Holmes’ cut me off.

“I see you’ve finally met my daughter, Stiles.” He smiles patting her shoulder as he continues locking the cows up, getting ready to milk.

“S-She’s your daughter, sir?” I ask, my lips parting.

“Yup. Also, please just call me Mike.” He tells me, heading into the milk house.

“You seem to be in shock that I’m his daughter.” Y/N giggles, pushing the hay up towards the cows with her feet.

“Uh, yeah. I-I guess I just didn’t see it coming.” I tell her, rubbing my hand on my neck, looking around. She chuckles as she walks by my, our shoulders brushing and my eyes flutter shut.

“Yeah, people are usually surprised. I don’t know why, because I’m not that special, but yeah.” I look over at her to see her eyes already on me. We stare into each other’s eyes for what seems like minutes, but in reality it’s seconds.

“Well, I disagree with that statement.” I tell her and she parts her lips in surprise. “I think it’s absolutely wonderful that you help your family out on the farm. Not a lot of kids these days would volunteer for this kind of work.” Her cheeks redden at what I’ve said and looks away quickly.

“N-No one’s ever said something like that to me before.” She whispers, looking up at me through her lashes, a small smile appearing on those beautiful pink lips. I smile at her as I walk past her, heading into the milk house where Mike was.

“Need some help?” I ask and he nods his head. I gather the milk machines, walking out and down the aisle towards the back of the barn, hooking them on the pipeline. “So, how do you do this exactly?” I ask, looking over to Mike.

“Alright, you connect the tube to this,” he brings the tube up to the metal pep caulk, connecting it together. “Then, you turn this valve handle down before placing the machine on their teats and basically when milk no longer comes out is when you take it off.” He explains, putting the machine on the cow in front of me, nodding my head before going to a cow a couple feet down from him. I bend over, cleaning the teats with hot water and soap, praying that this cow doesn’t kick me. I place the machine on the teats and watch as it sucks the milk out.

“Having fun?” I jump, turning around seeing Y/N watching me.

“Oh yeah. So much fun, wanna join in?” I chuckle, standing up, throwing the washcloth into the empty bucket.

“Oh man, as much as I’d love to, I have to feed the babies.” She giggles placing a hand on my arm before walking away with two buckets that are filled with milk. Her touch lingers on my arm as I get back to work.

Later that night…

My phone rings and I pick it up, seeing my dad calling me. I answer, holding the phone against my ear, “Hey dad.”

“Hey, Stiles. How’d your first day go?” He asks me as I sit on the edge of the bed.

“Uhm, good. I kinda hated it at first but I think I’m kinda getting used to it.” I say, thinking of when I first saw Y/N, a smile forming on my face.

“That’s good. What made you change your mind about it?” My dad chuckles and I run my fingers through my hair.

“Well, uh, t-they have a daughter who also helps and she’s really sweet. Kind of cute as well.” I chuckle, a blush forming on my cheeks.

“Oh, I see now.” He laughs. “Have you talked to the girl?”

“Y-Yeah. A few times.” I tell him, groaning a little, knowing what he’s trying to do.

“You think something will happen between the two of you?” He prods further.

“I-I don’t know, maybe. I’m not even somewhat sure. She’s so out of my league. She’s got reddish hair that glows in the sunlight and looks really soft, beautiful hazel eyes that sometimes change colors from green to brown, and her lips, man her lips look so soft. Oh my god what am I doing? That’s embarrassing.” I laugh, holding my head in my hands, hearing my dad chuckle some more.

“It’s alright, you should be able to talk to me about this stuff Stiles, but I do have to go. Duty calls.” My dad tells me and I bid him goodnight before we hang up. I put my phone on the charger and my ears perk up as I hear the front door shut. My eyebrows furrow together in confusion, wondering who could be up in the middle of the night. I open the front door, stepping outside, seeing a figure sit on the bed of the truck, looking up at the sky. I get closer to them and realize that it’s Y/N.

“Hey, you okay?” I ask and she jumps, placing a hand over her heart.

“Oh my god, Stiles. You scared the crap out of me.” She laughs, looking over at me. “I’m fine. I just couldn’t sleep.” I hop up, sitting next to her, out palms brushing slightly. We sit in silence for a few minutes before she speaks up. “So, where do you live? Nearby?”

“Beacon Hills. Do you know where that is?” I ask, looking over at her.

“Yeah, my aunt lives there. I think I’ve only been there once though.” She replies, leaning her head on my shoulder. “Is this okay?” She asks, looking up at me without removing her head and I nod at her.

“Y-Yeah, you’re fine.” I stutter, looking up at the sky. “Man, I’ve never actually took the time to look up at the sky.”

“You don’t stargaze at home?” She asks, feeling her eyes on the side of my face.

“No, I never have time do. Um, my friends and I deal with a lot of stuff that I’m so exhausted by the time night comes.” I slightly lie, looking down at her. “Honestly, I’m glad I took this job. I’ve been so stressed about stuff lately that I’m drilling myself into the ground.”

“Well, I’m kinda glad you took the job as well. Being in the country and away from other people can be quite relaxing.” She smiles, shivering slightly.

“Are you cold?” I ask, slipping my red zip up hoodie off.

“O-Oh, Stiles. I couldn’t.” She denied, removing her head from my shoulder.

“Cmon, Y/N. Just take the hoodie, please.” I place the hoodie over her shoulders, giving her a warm smile. She returns my smile and places her head back on my shoulder.

“Tell me about yourself?” She asked. I hesitate, but end up telling her my life story. We talk about almost everything, especially Star Wars. “I should really get to bed.” She yawns, getting off the edge of the truck bed, as I follow her back inside. We walk down the hallway and when we get in front of her bedroom door, she stops and turns towards me. “Thanks for talking to me tonight. You’re a really cool person and you have a great personality. I bid you a goodnight.” She places a small kiss to my cheek before entering her room, closing the door. I stare off into space, my hand lifting to my cheek, where her lips just were, a lopsided grin on my face. I walk into the room I’m staying in, laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling thinking of all the possibilities that could happen with Y/N. This girl… is incredible.

anonymous asked:

Can I get a Valentine's Day peter Parker x reader please???

Peter Parker X Reader –  Don’t Tell

A/N – For me, this works best with Tom Holland (Avengers Spiderman) but an older version of Aunt May & Uncle Ben (like in the original trilogy.)

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Based off this imagine by @thefandomimagine


Originally posted by guywiththeguitar

High school is an unusual society where the students follow unspoken rules and the teachers let them in order to maintain an easier, quieter life. The rules are simple enough: stay within your group, don’t become the teacher’s pet, keep fights within your year, and above all, never tell on another student.

Unfortunately, that last rule came with its own consequences for you on a Friday before school let out. Toby Garfield had accidentally broken one of the windows for all the students to see but since nobody, including yourself, was willing to tell the teacher, Mr Maguire, you were blamed for being the closest to the scene of the crime. It meant that after school, you had been given glamourous job of scrubbing graffiti off the walls; you had even been given the janitor’s keys to put the cleaning supplies away afterwards.

After an hour and a half of scrubbing, you checked your watch yet again, sure that it must finally be time for you to go home. When you saw it wasn’t, you were sure time must be passing agonisingly slow just to taunt you.

“That’s it.” You growled irritably, throwing the scrubbing brush back into the bucket and inadvertently soaking yourself with water. “No more. There’s nobody here. I’m going home.”

You continued to chunter to yourself down the hallway until you reached the supply closet where you grew even more frustrated as it refused to unlock.

“OH, COME ON!” You exploded angrily.

“Hello?” A muffled voice sounded from inside the closet.

You frowned at the door, puzzled. “Hi?”

“Hey um, I’m kind of trapped in here, do you think you could let me out?”

“Oh!” You burst into action, trying again to unlock it. The door remained stubbornly shut, even when you leant against it with all your might. “Door’s jammed.” You grunted, pushing harder.

“Yeah… Flash dented the lock so I wouldn’t get out.”

“Flash? As in Flash Thompson? Why would he- Hang on, you’re not that guy are you? The one he always picks on? What was it? P- P- P- Percy? No, uh-”

“It’s Peter actually.”

“Right, Peter, sorry about that. This is (Y/N) by the way, if you know me that is.”

“Yeah, we’re in most classes together.”

“We are? My bad, I don’t pay much attention. Well, when this is over I’m gonna kill Flash. Okay, move back from the door, I have an idea.”

Peter moved as far back as he could in the tiny supply closet, waiting for your master plan. There was a loud thud against the door, followed by a pained groan.

“H-hey, are you alright?” Peter fretted.

“That was… That was a stupid plan.” You cringed. “New plan. I’m going to get some of the tools from workshop. Sit tight Peter, I’ll be right back.”

Peter sat down, leaning against the wall as he had before you came along. He debated what he’d tell Aunt May and Uncle Ben this time, after all, there would be no explaining the- Loud scraping of metal on metal interrupted his thoughts.

“You’re back.” He declared happily.

“Uh-huh.” You answered distractedly, attacking the door hinges with a screwdriver and hammer. It took just under half an hour of hacking inexpertly at the tight metal before you managed to remove the hinges completely. You grabbed the door quickly, easing it to the floor to let Peter out.

“Done.” You panted tiredly, staring at the mess you’d made.

“Thank you, I’m sorry I put you through so much trouble.”

“It’s no big deal, I’m just glad-” You turned to Peter, “Good God man.” You stated, appalled at the sight before you.

Peter’s face was covered in cuts and bruises, his left eye was swollen and purple, and there was dried blood, which had made its way from his nose to his shirt.

“Did Flash and his gang do this to you?” You whispered incredulously.

“Uh yeah, sorry.” Peter apologised, hating the worry on your face. “It’s fine really. I’m sure Flash just has his own troubles and-”

“No. This isn’t okay so don’t go acting like it is. Come on, we have to get you cleaned up before your cuts get infected or something.”


“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Peter questioned apprehensively as you tried each key on the bunch for the nurse’s office. “Isn’t this breaking the rules?”

“Peter, I just broke down a door, I think this is acceptable.” You pushed the door open. “Now sit down, I need to get a cloth.”

Peter perched on the edge of a bed while you rifled through some drawers, “Cloths are in the second drawer and saline solution is in the cupboard on your right.” he explained.

“I’m guessing you spend a lot of time in here.” You got the items, moving back to him.

“A little more than I should.”

You prepared the solution on the cloth, “This may sting a little.”

You dabbed his face gently, clearing away the blood where you could. Peter sat silently, suddenly bashful at your proximity.

“So, where do you live anyway?” You asked while you worked.

“What? Uh, w-why?”

“It’s late, I don’t want you walking home alone in the dark.”

“What about you? If you walked me home, who would walk you home?”

“Look, just tell me where you live, who knows? It may be right next to me but I won’t know until you tell me.”

“I live in Forest Hills but you don’t have to-”

“No way, I live in the street around the corner.” You lied, doing whatever it took to get Peter home.

“Really?” Peter lit up excitedly.

“Yeah, come on, I think I’ve done all I can here. I’ll lock up and we can go.”

“Uh (Y/N), what about the supply room door?”

“What the principal doesn’t know can’t hurt us, he’ll probably just assume it was just some vandal; God knows the school’s full of ‘em. Now let’s go, it’s bad enough walking through New York in the day, it’s even worse at night and I don’t know about you but I don’t have any bus money so I’d rather set off now.”


“Where could he have got to May?” Ben Parker paced restlessly around his living room, waiting for the phone to ring.

“Ben-” May started, looking through the net curtains.

“I should be out there looking for him.”

“Ben-”

“It’s been hours now.”

“Ben!” May raised her voice slightly, startling her husband. She smiled serenely, “Peter’s outside and it looks like he’s brought a friend.”

“What?” Ben joined his wife at the window. Peter’s back was facing the pair but they could just see you in front of him.

“Do you think he’s been out on a date?” May gushed ecstatically.

“Now May, it could just be a friend.”

“Either way, our little Peter hasn’t brought many people over before.”

“What do you suppose they’re talking about out there?”

“I don’t know, oh let’s invite them in, I’d love to meet Peter’s new friend.”

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” Ben asked a little too late, May was already heading towards the door.

She threw it open enthusiastically, “Peter dear, welcome home. Come now, why don’t you introduce us to your friend?”

Peter blushed awkwardly, “A-aunt May-” he stuttered.

You looked behind Peter to see his aunt and uncle in the doorway. They motioned you inside, “Come now dear, no need to be shy.” May cooed at you.

“Sorry about this.” Peter whispered, nervous that you would hate his family and think him a loser. In truth, he loved his family more than anything so if you disliked them he knew he wouldn’t have anything to do with you from then on.

You walked past Peter to the front door, “Hello, I’m (Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you.” You stuck your hand out which Ben shook amiably.

“Please dear, come inside, we’d love to hear how you know our Peter.” May beamed.

“Oh, um- I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“Nonsense, it wouldn’t be a bother.”

“Uh, well I suppose, if Peter doesn’t mind.”

Peter finally joined you, “No, not at-”

His aunt gasped, “Oh my, Peter what happened to your face? It wasn’t those boys again was it?”

“Uh, no. No, it wasn’t, it was actually um-”

“No, I can tell you, I saw the whole thing.” You jumped in, saving Peter from whatever mess of an explanation he’d come up with. “Peter actually slipped on something at the top of the stairs and fell down half a flight. It was reported to the principal and I took him to the nurse’s office; it was all just a clumsy mistake.”

“Peter, you really must be more careful.” May chastised mildly. “Still, it’s good you had such a nice friend to help you. Now come on in out of the cold you two, I’ll make everyone a nice cup of tea.”

Over the next twenty minutes, you were asked all manner of questions which you answered gladly, knowing that if your family met Peter, they’d probably do the same to him. You found May and Ben to be lovely people who clearly adored their nephew. It almost made you reluctant to announce you had to leave.

“Are you sure you won’t stay for dinner?” May offered.

“No thank you, I should be getting home ASAP.”

“Where do you live dear? I wouldn’t want you walking home alone in the dark.”

“Aunt May, (Y/N) lives just around-” Peter started until you gave him a look and shook your head.

“I um, I actually live in the city, but if I start walking now I can be home in an hour or two.”

“Peter,” Ben scolded, “you let (Y/N) come with you all this way even though (s)he lives in the city. How could you be so irresponsible?”

“It’s alright, really. Peter didn’t know where I lived, I didn’t tell him.” You explained. “It was nice meeting you both, I hope I’ll get to again. See you later Peter.” You got up to leave.

“Hey now, it wouldn’t be right to let you go out alone in the pitch black. What kind of person would I be if I allowed you to do that? Come with me and we’ll go in the car.”

“But-”

“No buts, come on now.”

You knew there was no way you would win the argument against Ben Parker; he was the very image of how a guardian should behave. You followed him out of the house apologising for the inconvenience.

When the car pulled away, May turned to Peter, gushing, “(S)he is a lovely one, that (Y/N). You should ask him/her out before someone else does.”

“Aunt May-” Peter blushed.

“Now, now, I saw the way you looked at (Y/N), it’s the same way your father looked at your mother when they first met.”

“(Y/N)’s just a friend.”

“For now maybe but that can change quite easily.”

Peter shuffled awkwardly on the sofa.

“Alright.” May relented. “I’ll drop it for now but we both know I’m right.”

She walked away, leaving Peter to his thoughts. You were one of the first people to really acknowledge him in school and you’d met his family all in one day, how could he not have a crush on you? Despite that, he was sure you were just being polite and that everything would go back to normal on Monday because who would admit to liking him in front of the other students?


Much to Peter’s amazement, you didn’t ignore him on the following Monday. In fact, from then on you made extra efforts to sit with him in class, work together on group projects, and even meet him when you could outside of school. Your friendship endured even when Peter started acting unusual, disappearing on occasion, and making peculiar excuses not to meet you. Although you wanted to know what was wrong with him, you stopped asking because he became fidgety and uncomfortable whenever you did. After a year as your friend, Peter decided it was finally time to ask you out; as soon as Valentine’s day rolled around he was going to visit your house, take flowers, and hope you wouldn’t reject his affections.

Peter checked himself out in the mirror. He had a million questions right now but nobody to ask them to. Was his outfit okay or would a suit be better than jeans and a t-shirt? Were the dozen red roses he was holding too much or not enough? Should he slick his hair back? How would he ask the question? Would he suddenly blurt it out in a moment of clarity or would he stand gawkily spluttering clumsy words? His multitude of questions were interrupted by the phone downstairs, he ran to get it since his Aunt and Uncle were away on a day-long date.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Peter, where are you?” You asked. “You said you were coming over to work on our Science project today or did you forget?”

Peter cursed himself silently, he’d been so busy getting ready that he’d forgotten the excuse he’d made to visit you.

“Uh… yeah. I’m on my way now, it’s just that to make our uh presentation board we’ll need tacks and I went to the store here but they don’t have any.”

“Oh, no problem, you just get over here when you can and I’ll pick up some tacks at our store.”

“Great, I’ll uh, see you soon (Y/N).”

“Okie doke, see you soon, bye.”

The phone clicked off. Peter looked at the clock on the wall, he’d have to hurry if he wanted to ask you out before your family got home. He ran upstairs, grabbing his backpack. There was only one thing that would get him to your place in good time; for this job, he would have to be Spiderman.


You threw the tacks in your bag on the way back home from the store, absentmindedly taking the shortcut through the back allies to your apartment block as you always did when it was cold.

“That sure is a nice lookin’ bag you got there.” A lanky man in a cut off denim vest and jeans croaked.

“Excuse me?” You turned to face the man.

“I’ll bet it’s worth a pretty penny or two.”

“W-What do you want?” You demanded shakily.

“That depends really don’t it. How much do you have?”

He pulled a switchblade out, grinning maliciously. You took a few steps backwards, keeping an eye on him until two meaty arms wrapped around your chest.

You screamed and bucked, craning your neck to see your attacker, another man who was clearly in league with the first, sneered as you writhed against him. The first man came closer, swaying his knife around, “I think this is going to be a fun day.”

“Wait.” You shrieked. “I’ll give you everything I have. Please, you don’t have to do this.”

“Have to? No. But I do want to, I like hearing people scream.”

“Wow.” Sarcastic clapping brought everyone’s attention to the vigilante Spiderman, who was stood only a few feet away. “Real great show everybody but it won’t make it to stage if someone dies in the first scene.”

“What the hell are you on about?” Denim jacket waved his knife in Spiderman’s direction.

“Wait! This isn’t a play rehearsal? Damn, if it was I was gonna add a scene where the two idiots got arrested and the victim goes free… Oh well, I guess I can do that anyway.”

You watched disbelievingly as the other thug let go of you, ready to go head-to-head with Spiderman. You didn’t know what to say about the scene in front of you as you stood, paralysed, watching it unfurl. It took only about two minutes for Spiderman to incapacitate the two men, leaving them stuck against the wall, presumably for the police to find.

He approached you, completely relaxed. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?”

You swallowed thickly, your suspicions confirmed, then in a low voice you whispered, “Peter?”

Spiderman stumbled back, stunned. “Wha- Who? I don’t know any-”

“Stop. Don’t insult me like this Pe- uh Spiderman.”

You turned to leave the way you’d came but were stopped as Spiderman grabbed your wrist. “Can I… Can we talk about this?”

You hesitated before nodding uncertainly. Spiderman grabbed you around the waist tightly, using his web slingers to take off into the sky. Cold air whipped across your face as you clung tightly to him, both exhilarated and terrified until he stopped at the top of a nearby building, about 20 stories off the ground.

“How did you know?” He asked, sounding less confident than before.

“No matter how you disguise it, I know your voice by now.” You kept a safe distance from the friend you thought you knew. “How- I mean… You were always the guy who took photos but like… Were you born like this? Hell, are you even from this planet?”

“You’ve definitely been reading too much Superman.”

“Okay, drop the sarcasm mister or I’ll uh, very slowly climb down the fire escape, I guess.” You peeked over the edge of the building dubiously.

“It’s a long story with a radioactive spider and I know it’s weird but this is new to me too. Do you… do you accept me as Spiderman?”

“I don’t think I have much of a choice.” You replied sardonically, then switching to concern you asked, “Do you get hurt a lot?”

“Sometimes.”

“Is this where you’re always disappearing?”

“…Yeah.”

“Okay.” You clambered onto the fire escape.

“Wait, (Y/N) where are you going?” he asked, alarmed.

“I just need some time to figure this out because I’ve just found out my best friend is a vigilante superhero who disappears often to get into fights with strangers.”

“Hang on, please don’t be like this, I- Just stay here for two minutes, can you do that for me?”

You exhaled tiredly, rubbing your forehead, “Sure, fine, whatever.”

“Great, I’ll be right back.”

Spiderman zipped away, leaving you on the fire escape to survey the city below; it seemed peaceful to be above it all. You could almost see the advantage of having powers like Peter’s. The peace didn’t last long however as Spiderman flung himself back onto the roof, landing behind you. When you faced him, you saw that his hands were behind his back and he was shuffling nervously.

“I uh, I planned to do this properly but considering everything… here.”

He pulled a very wilted bouquet of roses from behind his back, the heads had fallen off a few and the rest had shed most of their petals from the journey up. The sight of them made you smile wearily as you took hold of them gently.

“Thank you?”

“It’s Valentine’s day.” Peter blurted.

“That it is. So, is this you asking me out?”

“Yeah. If you don’t like it though, I can try again, we could do it a different way, or-”

You put up a hand to stop Peter’s babbling, “I um, I still need to get my head around everything so I’m just going to head home now.”

“WAIT!” Peter put his hand out. “Uh… Look, I understand if you don’t want to see me again but please, I’ve gotta ask you, you won’t tell the police about this will you?”

“Excuse me?” You said, affronted by the question. “What kind of cretin do you take me for? I would never in a million years, tell the police that my boyfriend was Spiderman.”

The whites of Peter’s mask widened in surprise, “B-boyfriend.”

You grinned. “Yes, boyfriend. Now, either you give me a lift to my apartment block or I climb this fire escape. Either way, it’s an adventure.”

Peter ran over to you clumsily; he was too lost in his ecstasy to speak. Instead, he simply grabbed hold of you and vaulted confidently off the roof to take you home.

Imagine: Dean gets upset when you try to ditch the boys when a demon is coming after you in order to protect them.

Warnings: angst, fluff (i think), mentions of blood
AN: Angel requested “No Pairing other than partner/friend/family–Angst!”, i hope I’ve delivered. You can read this however you like in terms of pairing.
Also, this is unbeta’d and whipped up in under 30mins, apologies for the quality.


“Dean, I’m sorry.” I tried again. It had been a week of apologizing non stop and Dean still hadn’t said a word to me since the demon’s death.
“Please, Dean, just…” I sighed, sliding down the door, pulling my knees into my chest, “Just talk to me.”

“YN’s gone.” Sam called, finding the note she’d left on her bed.
“What?” Dean barked, rounding the corner and ripping the note from Sam’s hand.
I’m sorry boys, but this one’s after me and I won’t have anything happen to either of you because of me. I’ll see you round, please don’t try find me, or hunt him down, or stop me…
This one’s on me. I’ll fix it.
“She’ll come back, Dean.” Sam muttered upon seeing his brother’s eyes begin to shine.
“We can trace her phone, summon Crowley and find this demon.” Dean growled, scrunching the paper in his hand and throwing it onto the bed, turning and storming toward the door.
“Sorry boys, can’t help with this one.” The familiar rasp sounded. Dean stopped short of the door and the King of Hell.
“You saying you can’t control your demons?” Dean snapped, his shoulders squaring off, nostrils flaring, growing an inch and towering over Crowley. The demon just shrugged and raised an eyebrow.
“This one’s rogue, has a vendetta against our Y/N. Trust me, I want him dead just as bad as you.” Crowley explained with a flick of his hand.
“You-” Dean was bristling, luckily Sam quickly stepped forward, catching Dean’s shoulder.
“You’ve found wayward demons in the past, Crowley, find this one.” Sam warned, the King of Hell disappeared and the boys hurried to the library.

“Boys?” She answered, panting and yet she sounded weary.
“YN, what the hell were you thinking?” Dean demanded, Sam held the phone between them as Dean roared the Impala well over the speed limit.
“Where are you?” Sam asked, Crowley had informed them of which city but not the specifics, insisting he didn’t know anything further.
“The only motel in Lubbock, Texas.” She answered, ignoring Dean’s question.
“We’ll be there in an hour.” Sam said, they waited for her to say something, the line, quiet for what seemed hours.
“I’m sorry.” She breathed before hanging up.

“What the hell happened?” Dean’s voice was deep and gravelly, his terror and anger roaring out of him in one sentence. Sam gave YN a said look, he’d been on the end of this line of questioning before, hell both boys had done exactly what she had, and yet they still couldn’t see the sense in it.
“I … I thought I was doing what was best for you both. I thought I was protecting you.” Her eyes flickered up from the floor to Dean and then back down. Dean shook his head and snorted, stomping out of the room.
“He’ll come around.” Sam assured, but he wasn’t certain. He hadn’t seen Dean this upset in years.
Sam watched as YN went back to pulling the scour over the blood stained, floor boards. Dipping her hand into the bucket of soapy, red, water and sloshing it back to the ground, scrubbing hard.
The boys had arrived as Crowley was leaving with the unobedient demon, both demon and YN had been bloodied and bruised, cut and grazed, but both alive, just.

I almost fell backwards as the door flung open from behind me. I caught myself and planted my feet under me, swiveling and standing in one.
“Dean, please, hear me out?” I begged as the willful Winchester stepped around me and headed down the corridor, turning his back on me, not noticing the tears beginning to form in my eyes, again.
“Dean!” I yelled. He paused, his head hung low as if he was tired of this, so was I and that’s probably why I said what I did, “You’ve left before, claiming it was better for Sam, better for Cass, for Mary, for Lisa, for anyone… but it was actually best for you.” I didn’t mean for my tone to be accusing, but it was, nor did I mean to continue, but I did, “You’ve left everyone behind at some point because it was too dangerous, or their lives were at threat, or they would be a burden… Dean I truly believed the Demon would kill me then turn on you and Sam. I was prepared to do a deal to save your lives. But when he came, I couldn’t do it…” I panted, I hadn’t realized I’d worked myself into a frenzy of emotions till now, but that’s the worst part of verbal diarrhea, you don’t choose when it stops, “I wanted to fight, I wanted to come back to you and Sam, I wanted to live. I chose you, Dean.” I spat, he was stock still, as if time had frozen around me and I was left to live out my days with statues. I watched him for a minute, his steady breath in the rise and fall of his shoulders was all that told me time was moving. He didn’t make a move, not one. I closed my eyes, letting the tears drip and slide down my cheeks, I sighed and opened my eyes, turning to leave. I wouldn’t leave the bunker again, that much was clear, I wouldn’t leave Dean, or Sam. I lived for those boys, that much was clear. But it was breaking my heart to watch Dean resent me and my actions, when all I was doing was something he’d taught me.
“YN.” His voice was soft but it tore through my thoughts, it was my turn to freeze. There was silence, I turned to see if he’d actually spoken or it was my mind giving me what I needed most.
Dean was facing me, his eyes focused on mine, boring through my skull and into my very soul.
“I thought I’d lost you.” His voice cracked and he struggled to swallow. He cleared his throat and tried again, taking a tentative step in my direction.
“I may have done all those things…” Dean took another step, “but,” another step, “I know better now. We work together. The three of us.” Dean looked down to take the last step, the step that would bring us within arms reach of each other, he looked back up, “Because you’re family.” There was a calm that passed in the air between us, an understanding. It was still and silent for minutes before either of us moved. I reached for him as he did for me, pulling each other into our arms, clutching at skin and molding together.
This was home, right here, Dean’s arms, his strength was mine, his words and feelings and thoughts… It all fell into place. I pulled my head back from where it was tucked, under his chin, against his neck, and looked into his eyes.
“Family.”

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welcome home, soldier | tommy shelby

request: [reader] and Tommy met during the war through letters(she was his rock during the hardest times and he confided on her everything ,even the family job ). after the war is over ,Tommy is set on meeting her face to face, her brother died on the field and she’s struggling ,so they finally set a date and it’s all kinds of romantic.

“Here, Tommy”

He looked up, cig hanging from his mouth, half frozen hands stilling where they lay on his gun. He was bored to death and cleaning it for the third time today, sat in an alcove buried into the side of the trench.

“What is it, Frank?”

“Letter for you”

He scowled, holding his hand out for the paper.

“Already had mine today”

“It off my sister”

“What?”

Frank laughed, dropping into his own burrow opposite and scanning his own letter.

“She wanted to say thank you ‘to that Tommy guy’ for, and I quote ‘saving my absolute idiot of a brother from his own stupidity’. So…I think she misses me”

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What Was Left Behind

April 17th

School was cancelled today! Dunno what for, mom woke me up just to tell me not to bother getting up. Thanks, mom (not!). I’m pretty glad since school’s so far away I usually have to be up and ready to go when it’s still dark.  Price you pay for some fancy private school. Gonna spend the day playing Mario Kart. Mom said she was meeting dad. I wasn’t really listening but it’s weird, I’m sure dad had work today. Maybe they’re meeting for lunch or something? Sucks that she didn’t invite me then. Leftover mac'n'cheese it is then.

—-

April 18th

School’s still closed. Guessing there’s probably some major repairs or something, never heard anything about a strike. Pretty weird. Though it could be the boiler. It’s always the boiler with stuff like this.

Hang on, can hear hammering downstairs.

Um… Dad’s boarding up all the windows? Didn’t ask him why, he didn’t seem to be in a good mood. There’s a crapton of shopping bags in the kitchen too, been there since yesterday. Dunno why Mom hasn’t unpacked them yet. Guess a bad storm’s coming.

Must be why school’s closed.

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Affinity

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Member: Changkyun

Word Count: 1,814

a/n: This is the last part! Thank you all for enjoying this series it was one of my favorites by far!! Expect more in the future!!

Drabble / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 (Final)

Summary:

affinity-  a spontaneous or natural liking for someone or something

Originally posted by kihn


“I knew it! Did I not tell you there was something weird about you two?” your friend said, pointing an incriminating finger at you as she laid down on your bed. You sat at the edge of it and held your head in your hands, gently massaging your scalp as you let out a sigh. “I didn’t know…” you said softly, closing your eyes and taking in a deep breath, “I just thought… no, I didn’t think he felt that way… I shouldn’t have acted so carelessly” you added, making your friend frown sympathetically and sit up to pat your back. “Well if you didn’t know, you obviously weren’t aware you were being careless, but well what’s done is done, what now?” she said, scooting closer to you.

You shrugged and stared at your lap, what now? You repeated to yourself inside your head. “I don’t know… I think I just lost a really good friend” you mumbled and your friend stared at you in disbelief. “You lost a friend? Are you kidding? This is how you’re going to let it all fall apart?” she asked and you turned other in surprise, “W-Wha- Yes it fell apart, do you understand the seriousness of this? He was like a brother to me! Siblings don’t have these kinds of feelings for each other, it’s weird!” you spouted and your friend chuckled. “Okay, okay, first of all, you aren’t siblings, stupid. Second, you also like him” your friend stated and your eyes widened, a pinch of anger making itself known in your stomach. “No we aren’t but it felt like it, and what?” you replied, making your friend pinch the bridge of her nose as she closed her eyes. “God, please give me the patience for this daughter of yours because she’s so… she’s a little slow sometimes” your friend joked, taking in a deep breath and releasing. She turned to you with a certain determination and you watched how the whole situation seemed so simple, so straightforward to her.

“Y/N, I’ve known you long enough and have heard you talk about roommate guy long enough to understand you never tried having more with him because things were comfy and he never- well, he did, but you never caught on to his signs of feelings for you,  but this is what I think and believe you should do” your friend said, turning her body towards you. “If you feel the same way for him, you need to go talk to him and make it work, and if you don’t, then you still go talk to him and save your friendship” she stated and you felt your chest tighten. You stared at her with a frown and felt your cheeks become hot as you tried hard not to smile or cry or laugh.

You simply nodded a bit and let out a chuckle, “Okay”.


You tapped at the wooden table of the pastry shop, bouncing your leg nervously and occasionally picking at your fingernails. Your stomach was making somersaults and frankly, your heart was about ready to beat out of your chest. Just then, the door to the shop opened and Changkyun stepped inside, turning in your direction and calmly reaching your table to sit across from you. You smiled faintly at him and he simply smirked a little, placing his hands on his lap and running them on his thighs. You cleared your throat and averted your gaze from his, knitting your eyebrows slightly. “I’m… sorry, Changkyun” you managed softly, now lifting your gaze to meet his as his eyes remained trained on you. He shook his head and smiled, “It was my fault, I shouldn’t have lied to you so much” he admitted and you chuckled, “Yea you shouldn’t have” you said, his smile faltering as he looked away.

“I um, I was going to try and make up this whole speech about why I don’t want to stop meeting up with you and all but I’m just going to avoid that and get to the point” you admitted with a dismissive wave of your hand. Changkyun straightened up and attentively watched you, his heart rate speeding up but he managed to keep himself composed. You took in a deep breath and smiled at him, “I don’t want to be your friend” you stated and you could tell a part of his being had shattered but no one else would notice unless they had lived with him for an entire year. An entire year sharing an apartment, learning to love and hate each other, burning things in the kitchen, pranking each other by throwing buckets of cold water as either one showered, sharing a couch during movie nights, and sharing each other’s laps on bad days.

“But, frankly… I-I think I’m… I want to work things out if you’re okay with it?” you added softly, almost timidly. You hadn’t realized how tightly clasped your hands had been until now that you felt yourself so tense. Changkyun let out a shuddered breath and scoffed, scratching the back of his head and looking around. “What do you mean?” he asked, eyes meeting yours again nervously. You stared at him blankly and chuckled, “I mean, I want to date you if that’s what you also want” you said slowly as if he’d understand better if you said it that way.

Changkyun’s lips parted and his expression became what you didn’t expect. He knitted his eyebrows and looked away from you to stare at the table, pupils shaking as he scanned the surface like if he expected it to give him answers. “Or, um… Is that not… what you want?” you asked suddenly feeling your face get hot with embarrassment and dread. Changkyun lifted his gaze to meet yours and shook his head, “Y/N, I-I didn’t make myself clear last time and I’m sorry but… I just… Don’t think you understand what I- I’m-” he stumbled over his words but he somehow sounded too calm. It made you want to cry and get angry because what the hell were you doing here getting rejected when he was the one who confessed first?

“So it’s not what you want? What do you want Changkyun?” you blurted and he ran a hand through his hair, disheveling it, “Y/N, I don’t just like you, I’m… I’m in love with you and honestly it terrifies me” Changkyun confessed and you gaped at him, beyond stunned.

“What? How long? What-” you asked hastily and Changkyun covered his face with his hands, leaning his elbows on the table and emitting a groan. “Why are you making me say all these things? You weren’t supposed to know any of it…” he said, his tone almost a whine as his words were somewhat muffled by his hands. “Dude I-” you said with a scoff, leaning back into your seat as you crossed your arms.

You had tried to keep it together but you no longer could remain calm and composed. You wanted to curse him out for saying so much so suddenly. The two of you sat in silence for several seconds. He had thrown a curve-ball at you and you had no way of responding because out of all things, you did not expect him to be in love with you.

“How long have you felt this way and kept it to yourself? Why didn’t you ever say something? What if I felt the same, did that never cross your mind you frigging idiot?” you blurted, a bit loudly at that, making a few heads turn in your direction as Changkyun stared at you, gaping. Before you knew it, you were laughing and clumsily trying to muffle the sound with your hands. You looked insane, you were sure of it, but the entire situation was rather insane, so you were fitting right in with your role.

Changkyun looked stupefied, which you had never before witnessed in all the time you had known him. It made you giggle as you fanned yourself with your hands in attempt to bring your flushed face back to normal. You cleared your throat after a few seconds and finally spoke, “I know we didn’t plan any of this and honestly, I’m sorry for never noticing, but to be fair, if you would’ve told me sooner, I wouldn’t have been so hostile about it all” you said calmly, fiddling with your fingers. “You know me really well, and it feels like it could work, I-I’d… Want it to…” you admitted sheepishly as you watched your hands fidget in your lap.

Changkyun sighed, making it the first sound he made after a few minutes. “I want to… Too” he said, his voice soft and deep but still striking you with the same impact as if he’d shouted it. You locked eyes with him and without realizing, you grinned.


You had done it several times in the past but holding his hand now, felt different and sent a shot of excitement through your chest. The two of you finished the last episode of your favorite show and ranted over the ending. “Honestly, like I knew that’s how it was going to go down but I need more like, that wasn’t enough” you said in annoyance as Changkyun sat up in your bed and leaned against the headboard, “I know, it felt rushed or like there was still more” he added and you nodded.

You sat up and hugged the blanket the two of you were sharing, refusing to turn to him, “Do you have to leave soon?” you asked, running your fingers over the soft fabric. “Do you want me to leave soon?” he asked and you turned to him with a shake of your head. Changkyun grinned and pulled at your arm, making you scoot against the headboard as well.

“Then I won’t” he said and you pinched his cheek, “Can you stay?” you asked shyly and Changkyun moaned in pain but nodded nonetheless, taking your wrist as you let go of his cheek with a chuckle. The two of you stared at each other for a few seconds before he was mere centimeters from your face, your heart stammering in your chest as soon as his lips grazed yours.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips against his. You felt his hand reach your face as he gently held you close and you couldn’t help but smile against him. You pulled away and grinned sheepishly, “If you wouldn’t have moved out, we could have had more of this” you joked and he chuckled, “I guess I’ll just have to spend the night more often” he replied and your eyes widened, “I was just talking about making out, don’t get too excited” you said and Changkyun pecked your lips once more. “So was I, you nasty” he countered and the two of you laughed.

Safe And Sound (Loki x Reader)

Request: Can I request an established relationship Loki X Reader where the reader is taken and tortured by Hydra or Thanos or something for like 6-12 months and he’s super distraught, can’t sleep things like that (all the other avengers too but not as bad). Then Avengers plus him finally saves her and he’s super fluffy and cuddles her and keeps a hand on her at all times? Thank you!

Originally posted by lokitty

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With You By My Side - Nine

A/N:  9 of 10. By now y’all know what this story is about. I’m gonna put in some warnings, but if you dont want to get SPOILED, dont read them. If you are easily triggered READ THE WARNINGS. Thanks for all of the amazing feedback, I am honestly baffled by all of you. And thanks to my beta @thorne93. shes the best.

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Jared

Warnings: Vomiting, blood, reader is really sick, language, medical conditions, some fluff if you squint..

Wordcount: 2075

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*not my GIF*

Originally posted by spntrista


Thanksgiving turned into Christmas, Christmas turned into Easter and before you knew it, Jensen was once again wrapping up another season of Supernatural. Your eight months were up, but so far you had barely noticed the illness, your body was a little weaker and you had very little energy, to the point where you needed to nap every day, but other than that you felt fine. You went to the hospital once a month to get an evaluation on how the cancer was spreading, and for some reason it had slowed down a little. It was still aggressive and Dr. Hansen always informed you that it was spreading, making sure you didn’t get your hopes up for anything. The outcome would still be the same, but you had gained a little more time.

“What did the good doctor tell you today?” Jensen asked as he Skyped you during one of his breaks up in Vancouver.

“Nothing we don’t already know. He seems to think that I will start feeling worse soon, and he wanted to put me on a higher dose of cortisone,” you explained. The cortisone was there to help with pain in your joints, the only side effect was that it made your bones more fragile. “He’s still a little shocked that I’m alive I think,” you chuckled.

“Did he say anything about how much time he thinks you have left?”

“No, anything between a couple of months and half a year. He did tell me that once I start to feel sick, it will probably be fast.” That little fact eased your mind a little, the worst thing you could think of was to just lay in a bed and wait for death, you couldn’t imagine a worse fate than that.

You heard a few muffled voices through your computer as Jensen’s eyes started traveling the room he was in. “I’m really sorry babe, but I have to go. I’ll call you later if I get a chance. We’re gonna try and wrap things up tonight so that we can go back home tomorrow.”

“Really?” you said excitedly. “Then you go knock ‘em dead.”

“I love you, (YN),” he said, blowing a kiss your way.

“I love you too, Jay.”

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I Don't See Why Not // A Stiles Stilinski Smut

Prompt: To them, becoming friends with benefits seems like the absolute perfect idea. He’s madly in love with Lydia and she never wants to be in a relationship ever again. So, what could possibly go wrong, right? (Part 1 of 6)

Series: Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Epilogue

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Cheating (From an outside character), Oral (Male on Female), and Swearing.

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/Stiles Stilinski x OFC

Word Count: 5,807

Song: DKLA by Troye Sivan Ft. Tkay Maidza

A/N: Hi! Yes, I’m back! I don’t know if my return is a permanent thing, but all I know is I just couldn’t get this story out of my head and had to write it down. Either way, I hope you guys like it

“You know, what? Maybe if we get back in the car and leave, Lydia won’t even notice we’re gone.” I suggested to my boyfriend, Trevor, and he immediately chuckled.

“Babe, this is Lydia Martin we’re talking about.” He laughed, grabbing my hand and kissing the back of it. “She’ll notice us leaving before we even get the chance to walk out that door.“ 

I groaned audibly as this sunk in. I hate to admit it, but he’s right. Lydia’s one hell of an observant woman and would realize something was off the second we planned a getaway.

Lydia Martin, being the wonderfully thoughtful person she is, decided to throw a crazy party for the pack. She kept saying how ’‘we’re constantly putting our lives in danger to save everyone else” and how “we forgot what it’s like to be actual teenagers”. So, this party here at her house is an attempt to help us all relax, for once, and just have some fun. 

I thank her for her effort, really, I do. And I was excited for this event, at first, that was until I got here and the sound of loud music pounded into my soul. People making out in every corner had my skin crawling and I feel like I will literally scream if I see one more person throw up in front of me. 

 "I’m going to go get a drink.“ I sighed, pulling Trevor’s arm off my shoulders and standing from the living room couch. “Want anything?”

“No, I’m good.” He simply stated, his eyes focused on something else in front of him. 

I didn’t even bother to look at what grabbed all of his attention. I was way too concerned with giving into my current need of an alcoholic beverage. 

Pushing against the sweaty bodies that danced across the floor, I somehow made my way to the kitchen. My mouth beginning to water as I thought about the bitter liquid burning down my throat. 

A small smile etched across my lips the minute I walked inside and a very relaxed and calm Stiles, leaning against the kitchen counter with a drink in his hand, came into sight. 

I’m not gonna lie, he actually looked pretty hot. The way his long sleeves were rolled up just enough to show the veins on his strong arms. How his hair was messy in such a sexy way and how he looked as if he didn’t have a care in the world. 

“Basically all of Beacon Hill’s finest ladies in this one house and, yet, you still manage to be here in the kitchen, alone.” I laughed, approaching the counter with the alcohol on it and wasting no time in making myself a cocktail. “Why am I not surprised, Stilinski?“ 

Stiles let out a chuckle as he stood up straight, realizing he was no longer by himself. 

“Yeah, well, none of them really catch my eye.” He shrugged before taking a sip from his red plastic cup. 

“Not unless she’s a redhead with emerald green eyes, right?” I raised an eyebrow, picking up some ice from its bucket and dropping them into my own cup. 

“Right.” Stiles nodded, licking any lingering liquid off his pink lips. He slowly approached, stopping to stand behind me. “And what miracle brought you here? You hate parties.“ 

“As do you.” I smirked, turning around and leaning against the cupboards. “I remember a certain boy with a buzzcut telling me all about his social anxiety." 

“Well, some things have indeed changed for that boy and, yet, he still does have terrible anxiety." Stiles shrugged, resting his body against the island that was fixiated in the middle of the kitchen. "He manages to grow out his hair and even a few muscles, but can’t shake off the constant feeling of being threatened." 

"I blame natural selection. This is life’s way of telling us we’re the weaker links.” I raised my cup to Stiles and smirked. “So, here’s to us actually surviving this long and proving evolution wrong." 

“Cheers.” Stiles chuckled, also raising his cup. We tapped our cups and with smiles on our faces, gulped down our drinks. 

“Mm.“ I swallowed the last of my drink and turned around to refill my cup. "I should probably go back to Trevor. Wouldn’t want him suffering at this party alone." 

"Ah, yes, your boyfriend.” Stiles raised an eyebrow, a look of disapproval spreading across his face. “Also known as Tragic Trevor by most." 

“Not this again.” I groaned, rolling my eyes at him. With a sigh, I put down the bottle of Jack I used to fill the contents of my plastic cup and faced Stiles.

“Sorry.“ He lifted his hands in surrender. "You know I’m just looking out for you, right?" 

“Yes, Stiles.” I sighed, beginning to walk out of the kitchen. “You and the rest of the pack have made it very clear how much you hate my new boyfriend." 

“Hey, no. We don’t hate him.” Stiles spoke, following behind me. “We just strongly dislike him." 

“It’s not like you guys ever tried to actually like him, anyway.” I scoffed as I entered the living room. A feeling of confusion came over me when I peered over to the couch and Trevor wasn’t anywhere in sight. 

“Okay, fine. You have a point there.“ Stiles confessed, standing beside me whilst I looked around the room to try and find my boyfriend. "But, we also have our reasons, Emma. You know what the rumors say about him being the spawn of satan or whatever." 

“Stiles, I’m not having this discussion with you again.” I stated, deciding to ignore him when my eyes landed on a very happy Scott. He was, currently, sitting at the bottom of the staircase with a bubbly Kira wrapped in his arms. 

“Hey, guys.“ I greeted the couple once I approached them, having to speak a little louder due to the deafening music. 

"Hey!” They both exclaimed in union, clearly thrilled to see me here. Kira was obviously drunk and even Scott seemed a little tipsy. He must have laced his drink with some species of wolfsbane to get this effect.

“Have you guys seen Trevor, anywhere?” I asked them, hoping they weren’t drunk enough to not even be able to notice their surroundings. 

“Oh, yeah.“ Scott spoke up, his words slurring, and a sigh of relief left my lips. "I think he went to the bathroom upstairs." 

“Thanks, Scotty.” I smiled at him and he smiled back, his eyes sparkling. 

A feeling of happiness washed over me as I stared at him. If there’s someone in this world that deserves nothing other than the absolute best, that person is Scott McCall. He does so much for the people around him, constantly putting their lives before his. But, the thing is, he doesn’t do it because he feels like he has to, he does it because that’s just who he is. A person so good and so pure that he can light up an entire room with just his smile.

I managed to walk past Scott and Kira and up the staircase. An annoyed sigh left my chest when I heard the sound of footsteps following behind me. 

“Stiles, what are you doing?“ I asked the brown eyed boy once we reached the top of the stairs. 

“I’m sorry for bringing all of that up again.” He apologized, scratching the back of his neck. 

“It’s fine, Stiles.“ I spoke honestly and walked up to the bathroom in the hall. "Just go back to the party." 

“No, I want to help you find him.” Stiles stood his ground and I nodded, allowing him to make it up to me. 

My right hand curled around the handle to the bathroom door and turned it. I slowly pushed the door open and, immediately, regretted ever trying to look for Trevor in the first place. I had no idea what I would end up actually finding. 

The drink that was still in my hands from the kitchen dropped down to the floor and all of the liquid spread across the hall’s carpet as I stared in shock at the scene before me. 

A girl I’ve never seen before was sitting on top of the sink’s counter with her legs wrapped around my boyfriend’s waist. The feeling of disgust washed over me as I watched Trevor stick his tongue down her throat. It was only then that I noticed her hands fumbling with his belt and I felt as if I was going to be sick.

Stiles was the first to speak with a faint ‘holy shit’ leaving his mouth. 

The two horny teenagers detached their lips from each other and turned their heads towards the opened door.

Trevor’s eyes instantly landed on mine and I could see his pupils go from filled with lust to absolutely terrified

“Emma.“ He said my name nervously, his voice laced with surprise. 

I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak and I couldn’t even think. All I could do was stare in shock as the realization hit me. 

My boyfriend pushed himself away from the girl with no name and anxiously tried to fix his belt. When he began to approach me was when I was finally able to actually move. 

"We’re over.” I stated weakly, my voice breaking and I could feel tears threaten to escape. 

“No, wait-“ He tried to protest, but I didn’t stick around to find out what excuse he would use. 

I ran down the stairs and rushed past Scott and Kira. I heard the sound of my name being called by my friends, but I didn’t even bother to answer. 

Without actually thinking, I pulled the front door open and trudged outside. I let out a scream of frustration so loud that I didn’t even hear the front door being opened behind me. 

Suddenly, a hand rested on my shoulder and I, immediately, jumped. Quickly turning around, my heartbeat slowed once I realized I wasn’t being attacked and it was just Stiles. 

He had this look on his face of I knew this would happen and I just wanted him to get the hell away from me.

“Don’t!” I shouted, anger lacing my voice, when he opened his mouth to speak. “Don’t you dare say ‘I told you so’." 

“Actually, I was just gonna ask you if you wanted a ride home.” Stiles stated, his voice kind and soft. 

“Oh.” I wiped away the tears that were rolling down my cheek and sighed. “I would, thanks." 

“Don’t mention it.” He waved his hand at me. “Come on." 

I nodded as he rested his hand on the small of my back and lead us to his blue jeep. I closed my eyes once inside and leaned my head against the window. A feeling of defeat came over me as I thought about my, yet another, failed relationship. 

The ride to my house was peaceful and comfortable. The radio played soft music and Stiles talked all the way through. Constantly making stupid jokes and witty sarcastic remarks to make me laugh. The strange part is that they actually worked. 

“And here we are.” Stiles stated with a playful voice once we pulled into my house’s driveway. “Need anything else before I go, m'lady?" 

“Actually, yes.” I nodded, taking him up on his offer. “Can you stay over? My parents are gone for the weekend and I really don’t want to spend the night alone with my own thoughts." 

A soft smile spread across his face, Stiles’ eyes filled with care. A feeling of warmth and comfort washed over my body. If there’s someone who always manages to make me feel safe, that person is, without a doubt, Stiles Stilinski.

"Of course.” Stiles nodded and turned the ignition off.

We both got out of Roscoe and entered my house. Stiles immediately layed down on the couch, already making himself feel at home, and I went upstairs to grab blankets and pillows for him to sleep comfortably. 

It didn’t take me long to get what I needed and walk back downstairs to hand them to Stiles. 

“Thanks.“ He smiled, putting the blankets and pillows down on the couch he would be crashing on. 

“No problem.” I smiled back. “Do you need any pajamas to sleep in? I could go get something from my dad’s clothes." 

“Nah, that won’t be necessary.” Stiles waved me off, resting his head against the sofa. 

“Well, what are you going to sleep in?“ I furrowed my eyebrows at him and Stiles laughed, turning to look at me. 

“Emma, I’m a guy.” He chuckled, pointing to himself. “So, you know, my boxers." 

“Oh, right.” I laughed, a small blush creeping up on my cheeks. “I forgot how easy things are for your kind." 

“It’s a blessing, really.” Stiles shrugged. But then, suddenly, sat up with a look of surprise stretched across his face. 

Before I could even ask what was wrong, Stiles’ hands flew to his jean’s pocket and pulled out a buzzing phone. 

“Hey, dad.“ He answered the phone, his voice nervous and I laughed. "Yeah, no. I’m sorry, I forgot to mention there was a party-" 

Stiles abruptly stopped speaking and I can only assume his dad had interrupted him. He rolled his eyes in annoyance as the Sheriff clearly lectured his only son.

I chuckled a bit, standing up from the couch and Stiles’ eyes followed me. 

"I’m gonna go change.” I explained, pointing to the staircase behind me. 

“I know you hate it when I do that, dad…” Stiles sighed into the phone, but not without giving me a thumbs up, first. 

With a smile on my lips, I ran up into my room and put on comfortable clothes to relax in. My pajamas consisted of a blue tank-top and striped shorts. I didn’t go back downstairs before managing to quickly brush my teeth. 

“So, did you tell your dad you’re sleeping over?“ I asked Stiles with a grin on my face once I sat back down on the sofa. 

“Yeah, he’s not too thrilled about it, but whatever.” Stiles shrugged, putting his phone on the coffee table before him. “I’m here for you." 

“Thanks.” I smiled weakly and he faced me, his eyebrows raising up. 

“Speaking of which, are you okay?“ Stiles question was sincere and filled with concern. 

“Yeah, I guess so.” I sighed, leaning into the cushions. “We haven’t been dating that long, anyway. It wasn’t like we were in love or anything. Trevor and I were still getting to know each other, really. I don’t know, it just hurts that he would so easily humiliate me like that. That every boyfriend I’ve ever had only ever thought about themselves." 

Stiles looked at me as if he were trying really hard to understand what I was saying and I let out another sigh. 

“Look, every relationship I’ve ever been in ended badly. Maybe, I should just stop trying, you know? Maybe I should just have one night stands and never worry about being someone’s girlfriend ever again." 

“Hey, at least you have relationships.” Stiles intervened, letting out a breath of defeat himself. “I’ve been trying to be with Lydia since forever and it’s only ever lead to nothing.”  

“Okay, but you dated Malia.“ I pointed out and Stiles scoffed. 

“Malia was a mistake.” He shook his head. “I mean, don’t get me wrong she’s amazing, but we were never a real couple. I guess I just dated her because I pitied her, really.”

“We’re both such failures in the romance department.” I chuckled and Stiles chuckled along with me. “God, I am so done with romance." 

“Oh, you can’t be serious?” He smirked. 

“No, but I am.“ I disagreed and, then, turned my entire body to face Stiles. "You know what I really want?" 

Stiles shook his head and grinned. "What do you really want?" 

“To have someone that I can just have sex with.” I confessed and Stiles laughed. “I’m serious! I wish that that existed. You know, someone you meet with regularly just to satisfy your needs. No feelings and no complications, just pure sex." 

“It does exist.” Stiles stated. “They call it friends with benefits." 

“God, I want that.” I sighed, closing my eyes and returning to my resting position on the couch. 

“Yeah, me too.“ Stiles confessed and my eyes snapped open. 

“What?” I laughed. “What about Lydia?" 

“What about Lydia?” He shrugged and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Yes, I’m in love with Lydia, but I also have needs, you know?" 

"Oh, my God.” I scoffed, staring at him in awe. “You’re such a guy." 

“You know what? I am going to take that as a compliment.” Stiles spoke, his expression clearly smug. 

I watched as his tongue darted out of his mouth and wet his bottom lip, a feeling of desire, suddenly, pulsing through me. That’s when a brilliant idea came to me and the lightbulb in my head went off. 

And apparently, I wasn’t the only one with this new thought inside my mind. Stiles’ eyes seethed want and excitement. The sexual tension in the room now beginning to feel palpable. 

“Stiles…“ I said his name slower than usual as my eyes went back up to his. "Are you thinking what I’m thinking?" 

“Well, that depends.” Stiles grinned, his eyes piercing into mine. “Are you thinking about chicken nuggets?" 

"Stilinski, I know for a fact you’re not thinking about chicken nuggets, right now.” I stated, biting down on my bottom lip and I could see his eyes quickly flicker to my mouth then back up. 

“Okay.“ He smirked, leaning in closer to me. "Then, what am I thinking about?”

My eyes narrowed at him, a wave of lust crashing down on my body. 

“Well, I can only assume you’re thinking the same as I am.” I inched closer, the space between our faces slimming considerably. “And I just so happen to be thinking about taking off my clothes… for your amusement." 

“My amusement?” I could sense the cocky smile in his words even though our eyes shared an intense and tension-filled stare. 

I slowly nodded and reached behind my back to unhook my laced bra. Stiles’ eyes never left mine as I gently pushed the straps down my arms. 

“Because I know that what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours is filled with the smuttiest ideas that even porn can’t come up with.“ I took my bra out from under my shirt and threw it on his lap. "And I want you to know that I can help you persue them." 

Stiles’ eyes quickly broke our gaze and they shifted to the intimate garment on his thighs. With a small and almost inaudable moan escaping his lips, Stiles’ gaze rested on my erect nipples just underneath the thin layer of cotton.

"Stiles.” I called his name and his eyes reluctantly snapped up to mine. “Do you want to do this? To become friends with benefits?" 

“God, yes.” He groaned, his strong demeanor faltering.

A bolt of desire rushed through my body and rested down in my core. A smirk permanently etching on my lips.

“Then, take me.”

That’s all the encouragement Stiles needed to break the small space between us and push his urgent lips against mine. A moan fell from my mouth when his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me into him.

Stiles’ lips worked expertly on mine and it made me curious as to how perfectly his tongue must work as well. Sliding my tongue against his bottom lip, I asked Stiles for an entrance and he granted me one.

Our tongues danced together, both mouths knowing exactly how to pleasure the other and, honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever been with such a good kisser before.

“Wait.” He broke the kiss, his chest breathing heavily. “We’re too close of friends, this can’t possibly work.”

“What are you talking about?” I furrowed my eyebrows, also out of breath. “That’s what makes this so perfect. You and I have no romantic interests in each other. We’re just here for the sex.”

“Okay, but what if one of us ends up wanting more than just sex?”

“That’s not gonna happen.” I shook my head and stretched my arms behind his neck. “You’re infatuated with Lydia and I never want a relationship again." 

“What if one of us falls for the other?” Stiles spoke with his voice full of concern.

“Stiles, you’re thinking too much.“ I smiled and pressed my lips against his neck.

"That’s not gonna happen and if by some off chance that it does, we shut this down immediately.”

“Emma-“

"Stiles, relax.” I spoke in between kisses. My tongue darting out to softly suck on his pulse point and Stiles moaned. “How about this? We do this tonight and, by the time we’re done, if you still feel this way about it, we never do it again. Do you think that’ll be okay with you?”

I looked up to see Stiles with his eyes closed as he lets me work my magic on his neck. He slowly opens his eyes once I stop and stares at me.

“Yes.” Stiles nods, his grip around my waist tightening. “That sounds like a good plan.”

“Wonderful.” I smiled, urgently kissing him again.

Stiles’ hands lowered down to my ass and he squeezed it, a shameless moan being released from me. I let us enjoy this moment of devouring each others’ lips before deatching myself from his arms and standing up.

His eyes never left me, even though he was very confused, and I couldn’t help but gaze at his very swollen and plump pink lips. It makes me wonder about what his other swollen and pink body part must look like at this exact moment.

As I bite down on the bottom of my lip, I slowly pull up my shirt off my body. If we were in a cartoon right now, Stiles’ eyes would be out of their sockets with how wide they are.

I let him take in the sight in front of him before walking towards my staircase, never taking my eyes off of Stiles. Lifting my finger, I seductively called him towards me and he instantly jumped up.

The next thing I know, we’re both running up the stairs and into my room. Stiles’ mouth crashes back onto mine as soon as he closes the bedroom door.

My hands make their way through his silky hair, slightly pulling back and Stiles lets out a small whimper.

“That felt strangely good.” He laughed against my lips and smiling into the kiss, I pulled his hair again.

Something lit up inside of Stiles as he, suddenly, broke our kiss and urgently pushed me onto my bed. A laugh and an excited squeal escaped my chest the second I fall back onto the mattress.

Stiles hovers over me and my eyes flicker into his. The boy with beautiful freckles, currently, had large and dark pupils, full of burning lust.

It’s as if our lips had found this new addiction we just can’t shake off as we kiss continuously. My fingers slowly unbotton his plaid shirt and my hands go underneath the fabric, my panties getting wetter at the feeling of his smooth skin against my palm.

Breaking the kiss, I push Stiles’ shirt off his shoulders and my tongue grazes the bottom of my lip as I stare at his impressive chest.

Stiles has never been an athletic person, but he sure does have the body of one. His shoulders were broad, his arms surprisingly strong with muscles, and his stomach lean enough to show the start of future abs in the making. I guess playing lacrosse and running away from supernatural creatures all these years have really paid off.

With a smirk spread across my lips, I quickly pushed Stiles’ beside me and rolled over his body. He had a new sense of excitement spark in his eyes as I lowered my head, pressing my lips against his inviting skin.

My fingers played along with Stiles’ delicious happy trail and I could feel the goosebumps rapidly appearing on his skin. My tongue trailed down and stopped right before the immediate hair poking out of his kakis and I could see his chest rising up and down.

Stiles breathed heavily as I unlooped his belt out of his pants and threw them onto the floor. With anticipation aching inside of my body, I unbottoned his pants and slid them down his legs.

The fire burning in my core heated even more when my eyes came face to face with the bulge popping in his boxers. As soon as I finished pulling his pants off his legs and discarded of them, Stiles, unexpectedly, grabbed me. He pulled me up towards him and pushed me down onto the bed, him being back on top. 

“What are you doing?” I laughed at his suddeness and Stiles smiled cockily at me.

“I want to taste you.” He confessed, slowly sliding my pajama shorts off my legs. “Right now.”

“Damn.” I moaned, the smile on my face disappearing and being replaced with my teeth biting down on my lips.

Once the shorts were finally on the floor, Stiles hovered down to the bottom half of my body and my core ached in anticipation.

“Holy shit.” Stiles moaned, my breath hitching in my lungs as he swipes a finger over the thin layer of cotton covering me. “You are so fucking wet.”

All I could do was whimper, my body craving his most intimate touch. Stiles did the unexpected when he ripped apart my panties and I gasped.

Before I could even complain, his tongue swiped along my folds and an embarrassing sound came out of my chest in response.

My body seethed with lust as he stretched my legs apart and settled his head between them. Fuck, that’s hot.

I couldn’t contain my filthy moans when he slowly rolled his tongue over my clitoris, my fingers resting on the back of his head. Stiles drew figure eights with his tongue and I pulled against his hair, both of us now whimpering and moaning.

“Fuck, Stiles.“ I managed to call out in between pleasure-filled groans. "More.”

He didn’t need to be told twice as Stiles spread my legs apart even more and added his fingers to the mix.

Stiles licked harder at my clit and pressed a finger into my core, causing one hand of mine to let go of his hair and harshly cling onto the bedsheet.

Before I could even ask, Stiles added another finger. My body was already drowing in pleasure, but I really lost it when he curled his fingers inside of me.

“Fuck.” I grunted in lust, my heart beating faster than ever and my eyes flickering shut.

Stiles’ tongue and fingers did absolute magic and when my legs started shaking uncontrollably was when I knew I was close.

“Stiles, I’m almost there.” My voice sounded weak as the need to release flooded me.

With his free hand, Stiles gripped onto my thigh and worked harder. His fingers pumped faster along with his tongue.

The second Stiles gently bit down on my clitoris was when my orgasm had reached its much needed peak. All I remember was my back arching, my legs shaking, and my toes curling as the orgasm washed over me.

The pleasure made its way through my veins and I could feel it dance on every inch of my skin.

Stiles kept going to increase my high and only stopped when I had to literally pull him away from my body.

My chest rose and fell constantly with my heavy breaths, a grin planted on his face as he hovered back over me.

“Do you have any idea how fucking delicious you taste?“ Stiles smirked, his face inches from mine. His finger wiped some of my juices off my thigh and made its way past his swollen lips and into his mouth.

All I could do was shake my head, my panting too heavy.

With a cocky grin permanently etched onto his lips, he repeated his actions. But, this time his finger slowly entered my mouth.

Never breaking our eye contact, I sucked on his finger. My tongue grazed his wet skin and I could feel Stiles’ cock twitch against my thigh. A moan fell from my lips when I tasted myself. He was actually right, I really do have a pretty impressive taste.

"You are so fucking hot.” Stiles audibly moaned before pulling his finger out of my warm mouth and crashing his lips against mine.

I could faintly taste myself in his kiss and my hands flew to the hem of his boxers in response.

“This needs to go.” I breathed against his lips and Stiles nodded in agreement.

He broke away from me to take off his underwear and I swear I had to actually control myself from drooling at the sight of his penis.

“Well, fuck.” I groaned, my eyes unable to look away.

“Do you like what you see?“ Stiles chuckled, tossing his boxers on the floor.

"Oh, I love what I see.” I confessed, reaching my hand for his very pink and very swollen tip. “Damn.“

Stiles let out a hitched breath when my index finger came into contact with his head, wiping the precum from his skin. His wide and gleaming eyes never left mine as I put my finger with his precum into my mouth.

“Mhm.” I moaned appreciatively at the salty taste, my warm tongue running over my finger.

“Holy fuck.” Stiles grunted, wasting no time in placing himself between my legs and hitching them behind his waist. “Where do you keep your condoms?”

“Nightstand.“ I stated, ready for this to take its next step.

Stiles’ arm reached over to my nightstand and he opened the drawer. My lips planted wet kisses against his neck as he grabbed a condom from its box.

I began sucking on his pulse point, Stiles letting out a small moan before impatiently ripping the package with his teeth. My tongue grazed his delicious skin and Stiles put the protection on his member.

His hands carefully pulled my face away from his neck and laid me down on my pillow. Stiles’ lips fell back onto my own and he let go of my head. His left hand wrapped around my thigh as his other hand got a hold of his cock, positioning himself against my entrance.

“Ready?” Stiles asked before going any further. I nodded with a smirk, my tongue wetting the bottom of my lip.

He kissed me again before slowly pushing himself into me. We both let out animalistic moans against each others’ mouths at the feeling of our bodies deliciously joining.

His cock stretched my walls and my nails dug into his shoulder, a pained grunt escaping from Stiles. I quickly pulled my nails away from his skin.

“Sorry.” I apologized as he stopped once he was fully in, now waiting for me to adjust to his size.

“Don’t be.” Stiles lazily smiled, his eyes narrowing with a smirk. “I actually liked it.”

A chuckled erupted from my chest and Stiles laughed along with me. My nails once again digging into his back and he whimpered in satisfaction.

Stiles patiently waited for my body to be ready and distracted himself in the time being. He leaned in and began kissing my collarbone, swiping his tongue across.

“You can move now.” I suggested when my core began throbbing with need.

Without detaching his lips from my skin, Stiles slowly pulled out and, then, pushed back in. My heels dug into his ass as he thrusted in a slow, but amazing, pace.

Once he sensed I could go for more, Stiles picked up the speed and my body thanked him for it. 

I never imagined having sex with one of my closest friends, but boy was I sure glad it’s now happening.

Something about seeing a best friend in his most exposing and vulnerable moment is such a turn on. Having sex just for the sake of pleasure without any feelings attached is truly the dream… and I just might get to live it.

Stiles was now pounding into me at this point and the moans we were both releasing felt so dirty and I loved every second of it. His mouth found its way back on mine, but our kisses were too messy and actually lazy from how concentrated we were on the building pleasure in our groins.

With every thrust, my body was feeling increasingly good and nearing its peak. Who would’ve ever guessed that Stiles Stilinski was so impressively great at sex?

“Are you close?” A breathless Stiles asked against my lips.

“Yes.“ I nodded as I felt his pounding beginning to feel sloppy. "What about you?”

“Pretty much already there.” Stiles confessed and I smiled against his lips.

Poor thing’s trying to hold on as long as he can for my sake. I took one of hands from his back and made my way towards where our bodies were moving together.

“I got it.” Stiles stated between kisses and placed his middle finger on my clitoris before I could.

I moaned loudly in appreciation and Stiles grinned against my mouth. He wasted no time in rapidly working on my nub, getting me to my release faster.

With a scream falling from my lips, I was the first to cum. My orgasm crashing down on me hard. I could feel my walls clenching around Stiles and that’s when he lost it.

His face settling in my neck as my body muffled his own scream. Our bodies shook together, the intense pleasure taking over the both of us.

Stiles only stopped thrusting when we both couldn’t take anymore, our private parts too sensitive to handle movement.

“Fuck.” Stiles said completely out of breath, softly pulling out and falling on the bed beside me. “That was amazing.”

“I’ll say.“ I scoffed, wiping the accumulated sweat off my forehead. "Impressive work, Stilinski.”

I raised my hand into the air and Stiles laughed the second he noticed what I was requesting.

“You, too.“ His palm came into contact with mine for a much deserved high-five.

With a smile etched across my lips, I turned my head so that I could face him. Stiles was already looking at me with satisfied eyes.

"So, do you want this to be a regular thing?” I asked, smirking at his glowing smile.

“Well, I don’t see why not.“ Stiles shrugged.

"Attaboy, Stilinski.” I laughed and fistbumped his shoulder. “This is gonna be so much fucking fun.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.“

Yes, yes, I know,I’ve got an inbox bursting. However, @tyranttortoise has been feeling a little under the weather, and made a post about wanting an imagine about UF!Sans caring for a sick S/O. So, in order to pay them back for those kickass insomnia headcanons they did for me and get me back in the swing of things, I am happy to oblige. I might do Stretch later, but this turned out a bit long.

No use dancing around it. You felt gross as fuck. The vomiting had slowed down about an hour ago (long enough for you to stagger to the bathroom to get rid of the latest leavings of your stomach), but your face was still shoved into the bucket and you remained on high alert for any digestive movements not immediately sanctioned. You hadn’t showered in two days and you looked it, your hair somewhat greasy and your body sweaty. Around the room were plates that had contained toast you’d managed to find the energy to make but not clean up for.

Flu season always hit you hard, and your one comfort right now is that nobody was around to see you-

“doll? you here?”

Well, you supposed even thinking that had been tempting fate. “Red, what are you doing in my house?”

There was a low chuckle as the door closed. “do i have to have a reason now to want to see you?” You could hear his footsteps, slow but sure, in the living room. “stopped by your work. thought i’d surprise ya, but turns out you weren’t there. they said you were sick.”

“Which to some might have been an indication to stay away.” you grumbled. Truth be told you were glad to see him, you just didn’t want him seeing you.

“come on, i’m a skeleton, what am i gonna catch?” Before you could reply the door to your room swung open and he stood on the threshold, drinking in the sight, of you in old ill-fitting pajamas, surrounded by filth. You had been mired in this place pretty much non stop so you weren’t sure, but it couldn’t have smelled good either.

“well, aren’t you a sight.”

You sat up, pushing some hair out of your face. “Sans-”

He chuckled again, that familiar grin on his face. “yeah, not gonna lie, sweetheart.” he walked to the bed and kissed your forehead. “this is really fucking gross.”

“You’re one to talk.” you mumbled, kissing his cheekbone. “Have you seen your bedroom?”

“that’s a performance art piece.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Please define ‘performance art piece for me’ right now.”

He smirked. “someone’s in a mood, i see. did you shower?”

You shook your head. “Been throwing up too much.”

“alright, first thing’s first, hafta settle that stomach. be back in a sec.” he teleported out while you laid back in the bed.

Thirty minutes later he showed up with a thermos, which he handed to you. It was filled with warm soup. “tori’s specialty. ‘ccording to Frisk its pretty good for upset stomach.” You were familiar with Toriel’s cooking habits, and looked at him. “don’t worry, we kept an eye on her to make sure she didn’t put nothin funny in.”

That wasn’t necessarily reassuring, but you decided to risk a draught, keeping the bucket close at hand.

Well, your stomach didn’t immediately revolt….actually…. “That’s the first thing that’s tasted okay in two days.”

He grinned, and tousled your hair. “go shower.”

You got up and started gathering clean clothes. Just before walking in to the bathroom you turn around. “What, no suggestive offers to join me?”

Red rolled his eyes.

“Who is this skeleton I see before me?”

“the threat of being hurled on kind of kills the mood, sweetheart.” he grinned.

“Coward.” you went into the bathroom and started stripping. The shower felt fantastic. You could envision the germs being blasted off your skin, and your stomach was mostly settled.

When you came out he had swapped your sheets and blankets for clean ones and the dishes were gone. You walked outside the room to see him gathering some crackers and water onto a plate.

“Think if I told your brother you just cleaned without being prompted he would pass out?”

“i think you might kill him, honestly.” he came back and wrapped his free arm around your waist, kissing you full on the mouth before guiding you back to your room. “least you smell okay now.”

You smirk and elbow him in the ribs. He grunts, but chuckles.

After making you lie down in bed he sets the plate to the side and wraps his arms around you, your back against his rib cage and your head under his chin.  He opens your laptop and starts queuing up Netflix. “do me a favor, next time just text me that you’re getting sick? you haven’t answered for two days, thought i’d done something wrong.”

“Sorry.” you said, pulling the blankets up to your chin. “But this isn’t my first time being sick, you know, I can handle it myself.”

“i know.” he kissed your cheek. “but that’s the point of me bein here. you get to do stuff with another person that you’d normally have to do alone.”

Its unusually sentimental for Red. “Like, throwing up and lying in your own filth?”

He smirks. “like throwin up and lyin in your own filth.” The show starts up, and you both lapse into comfortable silence.

Red barely leaves your house over the next few days. As usual there’s a complete disconnect between his words and his actions. He teases you about how gross you are while holding your hair back and cleaning up vomit spills. He nags about how much you’re going to owe him for this while basically refusing to let you get up for anything. He smirks and says he’s wasting a lot of time on your feeble human body but refused to go home even when Edge tried to order it. In his own way, it was sweet.

Finally, a night you slept without needing to run panickedly to the bathroom to empty out whatever food you had managed to stuff down. You went to the bathroom to check your temperature and found the fever had broken: you were almost normal. You still felt a bit queasy, but not much more than a light case of carsickness. For the first time, you felt up to pulling on jeans and a t-shirt instead of old sweats. You went downstairs to fix some breakfast, and were greeted by a heartwarming sight. Red, passed out from exhaustion on your couch, with a soft smile. You took a picture to capture the moment before climbing on top of him and kissing him awake to thank him.

The Blue Sick Boy

An Ethan fiiiic! 
Having a stomach bug is not fun. Sorry, little blue-berry, but you must suffer for our entertainment! Muwhaha!

Fic Request: 
“Oooo can we get a story where Ethan gets a stomach bug and the reader and the rest of Teamiplier can help him feel better?” 

Originally posted by amynelsons

You were woken up around 2am to the sounds of someone sprinting to the bathroom and throwing up their stomach. 
Blinking away the sleep, you rolled out of bed and made your way to the bathroom where Ethan was bent over the toilet seat. 
“Hey, you ok?” You mumbled tiredly. 
Ethan groaned, he sounded far from ok. “I think I ate something funny.” 
You flicked on the light and crouched beside him, ignoring the heaving sounds and terrible smell coming from the toilet bowl. 
You rubbed his back, moving his hair out of his face and feeling his forehead. 
“You’re burning up, Ethan,” You said worriedly. 
“I’m ok,” He groaned. His body arched as another wave of bile escaped his body. “Maybe not.”
“Everything ok?” You heard a husky voice asked. 
You turned to see Mark squinting at you through his drowsiness. Amy was beside him, wrapped in her pjs looking at Ethan worriedly. 
“Is he sick?” Amy asked, moving to join you by Ethan. 
“His forehead’s really warm,” You told them. Patting his back as he upchucked again. “I think he might have some sort of bug.” 
“I’ll get a bucket to put by his bed,” Mark said, stumbling away from the bathroom. 
“No, I’m ok.” Ethan said, waving away Amy’s hand. “I just need to get this food out of me and I’ll go back to bed.” He sniffled and turned to look at the two of you. He was pale and sweaty, exhaustion tugged at his eyes as he blinked at you. 
“Sorry for waking all of you,” He mumbled and you grinned kindly at him. 
“It’s alright,” You told him. “We all get sick.” 
Tyler emerged at the door, a washcloth and a box of medicine in his hands. 
“Mark said Ethan was sick,” He said. His hair in all directions. “I brought these for him.” 
Amy smiled her thank and took them from Tyler. She dampened the cloth and wiped the sweat from Ethan’s forehead, holding the cool material against his head. 
“Jeez, Ethan, you’re really burning up.” Amy commented. 
You continued to rub his back as more stomach contents made it’s way into the bowl. 

Mark came back with a bucket and some towels, “Do you need help getting him to bed? 
You shook your head, “It’ll be fine, I’ll sit here with him for a bit longer.” 
“We’ll go clean up any messes in his room,” Tyler said and the boys disappeared. 
“You guys don’t need to worry about me. Really.” Ethan coughed gently. 
Amy scoffed gently, jokingly glaring at him. “What are we meant to do? Leave you with your head in a toilet?” 
“I can sleep here,” Ethan grinned weakly. “The bathroom mat is soft.” 
You chuckled, “You’re not sleeping in the bathroom.” 
“But what if I throw up in my room?” He asked. 
“That’s what the bucket is for, silly.” Amy told him. “And the towel so you don’t get any on your bed-sheets.” 
Ethan moaned again, his eyes closing in pain. “This headache is killing me.” 
“I’ll go get a glass of water,” You told them. You made your way to the kitchen, filling a cup of water and returning down the hallway to find Mark helping Ethan to his room. 
Tyler was in front of them, holding the bucket in case of another nausea attack. 
“Guys, really, you don’t need to do all this for me.” Ethan whined as Mark lowered him onto the mattress. Towels had covered one side of the bed where Ethan slept. And Tyler placed the bucket by his head and a box of tissues on his nightstand. 
“Stop complaining and lie down,” Mark gently scolded. 
Ethan collapsed against the pillows. His eyes instantly closing and sleep took him as soon as he was vertical. 
“Someone should stay with him,” Tyler said. “I don’t want him to choke on his own vomit.” 
“I’ll stay,” You volunteered. “I’m already awake. I’ll go get my phone and watch Youtube or something.” 
Everyone nodded and returned to bed, leaving you to get your phone and headphones. You crawled onto the other side of Ethan’s bed and sat against the headboard. 
Ten minutes into a video, you felt movement beside you, and you looked down at to see Ethan had turned towards you and was snuggling against your legs. 
“I don’t feel good,” You heard him muttered with a groan. 
“Lean the other way,” You told him. “There’s a bucket you can throw up in.” 
He mumbled something but didn’t move. You returned to video and waited out the rest of the night. 

Up until morning, Ethan had thrown up twice while you were sitting beside him. 
You had wiped his forehead with the damp cloth and made him drink a little water to keep him hydrated. 
Tyler was up first, checking in on the two of you and asking if you needed anything. 
Amy and Mark brought you breakfast. Amy coddled Ethan into eating a little bit of toast and some juice to get some sugar into him. 
He threw that up minutes later. 
Later in the day Kathryn arrived with medicine for him. He reluctantly swallowed the pills and tried eating a little more toast. 
He slept most of the time, and you able to leave him for a little bit till he called out for someone. 
You and Amy answered him, since Mark was recording, Kathryn was editing and Tyler had gone to the shops. 
“Can you guys, make a little video for my channel, explaining I’m sick?” He asked. “Or maybe set it up somewhere so I can record?” 
“You’re not leaving this bed,”  Amy said firmly. “We’ll tell everyone that you’re sick. Don’t worry, they’ll understand.” 
“Thanks guys,” He mumbled, eyes fluttering close. “You’re the best.” 
The video had been short and sweet. Amy allowed you to film the video, since you were more on Ethan’s channel than she was. 
You explained that poor little Ethan was sick and he’ll be taking a few days off to recover. 
“You guys really don’t want to see it,” You said with a disgusted face. “There’s alien juices and glowing saliva. His forehead is so hot there’s smoke coming out of his ears!” You chuckled to yourself. “But in all seriousness, we’re taking care of him, so send him lots of hugs and good messages! He’s feeling terrible about being sick and leaving you all out without content.” 

Two days after you released the video, Ethan was bouncing around the house, bursting with energy. 
“I feel so alive!” He yelled as he ran around outside with Chica galloping behind him. “Oh sweet sunshine! Fresh air! Fuck you, illness! I kicked your ass!” 
You laughed along with everyone else, finding his energy contagious. 
Ethan recorded an apology video for his channel, explaining in detail what it was like to be sick. 
“But everyone here was nice enough to play nurse,” He laughed. “I have (Y/N)  to thank, especially. Because they always made sure I was drinking water. They were shoving medicine down my throat and forcing nutrient into my stomach. So, thank you (Y/N) for that! I’ll be sure to return the favor when you’re sick.”
And behold, you were sick four days later.