#request 2459

[lostdrarryfics]

The Holy Tree Is Growing There by Lotus_L (17k, E)

@woundednotlost is this the one?

Hi! I read this fic a while ago. Maybe 2015-2016. Where I believe Draco turned into an elder tree due to the breaking of elder wand. I can't remember where I read it but I just remember that it was beautifully written. It's post war. If you could help me find it, that would be awesome! Oh! And I believe it was on ao3. Thanks so much!

Hello! Could you be mixing up details from Like the Call of the Prophets by bangyababy and cylsus (53k, E)?

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if you take requests! i love your writing! maybe a fic about harvey and it’s a little angsty bc of his pride or a miscommunication but then it becomes really fluffy

Regrets and Resolutions

[Harvey Specter x Female!Reader]

Synopsis Sometimes it takes a fight to know what you want, and sometimes what you want is what you need.

WC: 2459

Category: Angst to Fluff, Happy Ending

Angst to fluff is my specialty, so when I saw this request, I got all giddy. However, I do want to apologize for how long it took because it's been like two months and I feel really bad about it 😅🙏

Also miscommunication? Haha more like no communication

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Harvey Specter rarely messes up. For him, it’s always a perfect mix of confidence, arrogance, and planning. It was the one thing you always loved about him. Sure, he could be an ass at times, but the man knew how to work the courtroom, and as he always says, he plays the man, not the role.

You can still remember how it all started. It was a slow summer night, and you both happened to be at the bar that evening. For different reasons, of course.

For him, it was a celebration of a win for his client. Usually, he’d celebrate alone in the office with a bottle of wine, but the world worked in mysterious ways.

For you, it wasn’t a celebration or a happy event for work at all. You were there for a break. It had been an extremely stressful day, and all you wanted to do was drink and think about something other than work.

That was until a drunk man ruined your night.

He had approached you with some words that made your skin crawl and a touch that made you nauseous. You quickly got up to leave, but before you could, he held you down. You tried to push away, but he had a firm grip on your arm, and you couldn't get away from him.

That’s when you felt a set of strong arms pull him off you and into a chair. Your eyes widened, and that feeling in your chest fluttered when you were met with the kindest brown eyes you've ever seen.

They were warm, and even though he was mad, he still looked like he had just woken up from a dream. He looked like a male model. You were completely infatuated.

“You alright, hunny?” His voice was gentle and quiet. His voice was like a lullaby and the only thing you could focus on in the noisy bar.

You didn’t even register the nickname.

It was only when he referred to you as “his wife" that you finally snapped out of it.

You were about to argue back, but he took your hand in his and leaned forward to your ear. His breath was warm, and your body reacted on its own.

To some, it would look like an endearing kiss on the cheek, but in reality, he was only whispering.

“Just play along. Marriage will scare him off faster than anything.” There was humor in his tone, and you could feel the smile in his voice.

You nodded in agreement, not wanting to deal with an uncomfortable situation, and as it turns out, Harvey Specter knows exactly how to get someone to back down.

It took all but a few minutes, and he was able to scare the man away. Afterward, you offered your hand to shake his in thanks, and even though he gave you a charming smile, it was his eyes you were most drawn to.

That night, you were sure you were in love.

Since that night, you found yourself frequently going to that bar and talking to the handsome stranger. You fell in love with the way he always paid attention and asked questions about your life and your work. His words were like a breeze in the summer, making you feel alive and warm. He was so easy to talk to, and you were surprised at how quickly you became comfortable around him.

You would ask each other questions, flirt, and even laugh. Sometimes, you would go out to dinner. Nothing too formal, usually just for sushi and wine, but the night would be perfect.

As the months rolled by, he began to be the best part of your day. Whenever you saw him, it would brighten your day, and whenever he'd smile, it would warm your soul.

But one day, that all changed.

Harvey became colder towards you, and you began to wonder if you had done something wrong. But it was never you. It was always Harvey who started the arguments. It was always Harvey who pushed you away, but never you.

It was a Tuesday evening, and you had just returned from work. You expected the day to be stressful as usual, but nothing could prepare you for what came that evening.

You were about to get a glass of water when Harvey stormed in, tie in hand with a pissed-off look in his eye.

“Hey Harv…” You started, but Harvey cut you off.

"Don’t.” He didn’t even look at you, only shrugging off his coat and tossing it on the hook. “I’m not in the mood.”

He didn't even glance your way before he walked over to the fridge and opened it. He rummaged through the fridge for a few minutes before taking out a beer. He opened the bottle, took a swig, and let out a loud sigh. You stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do. You wanted to comfort him, but your legs were glued to the floor, unable to move.

"What do you want for dinner? I'm going to order takeout," He said, not even looking at you.

You remained quiet, unsure if you should speak or not.

Harvey didn't speak much more that night. The only words he spoke were asking you what you wanted and when it would be there. But other than that, it was quiet. You ate your takeout in silence and took your bath without saying a word.

In the morning, he was gone before you woke. You assumed he went to work, and when you checked your phone, you were right. He texted you to say that he would be at work all day. It wasn't until that evening that you found out what was going on.

And you didn’t figure it out from him.

Donna. She had told you after you called her for help, asking her why he was acting so strangely.

And thus, the big fight that made Harvey mess up for once. You didn’t mean to blow up at him, but with his constant avoiding and refusal to speak, you got mad.

He thought you were pissed about the dishes and didn't take it seriously at first, but when you began to yell, he realized that wasn't the issue.

"I can’t keep doing this. I know it’s hard for you given how it is at work, but… God, Harvey, I feel like I don't even know you anymore!"

He scoffed and gave you a look you knew too well.

"You can't even spend five seconds with me without snapping or accusing me of something, and that’s not even the worst part," You shook your head and clenched your fists.

Harvey didn’t say anything, only folding his arms and watching you closely.

"You don't talk to me anymore, you don't pay attention, you're just cold." Your eyes stung as you said those words. The reality of it all was just hitting you, and the longer it went on, the worse you felt. "You used to be so sweet, and I used to feel like we were the best team."

“What’re you saying?” Harvey asked, taking a step closer to you.

"I’m saying how I hate that I always have to call Donna and tell her that, 'Harvey’s lashing out again, what happened this time?' when I should be hearing about what's going on from you. But you never open up. You don't tell me how your day is going; you don't tell me how your firm is. I don't know what's wrong. I never know what’s wrong. And when I ask, you either tell me it's nothing or say nothing at all.”

Your voice broke slightly, and you looked away. You couldn't bear to look at Harvey right then. It felt like everything you were saying was a slap in the face to him, and you couldn't stand it. You didn't want to hurt him. You didn't want to be a bad person. You wanted to be good for Harvey. You loved him more than anything, but you couldn't take the pain any longer.

"And now, I just feel like you don't care about me, that you don't love me, that you don't love anything at all. It's like you don't care about anything that I've done for you, that you're just walking away from it all like it doesn't mean anything to you. I can't keep living like this."

You held your tears back, but you didn't say anything else.

You started heading toward the door, not wanting to look at him, but he quickly grabbed your arm and turned you around. He looked like he was going to say something, but before he could, you spoke.

"Just let go.” Your voice was quiet. You couldn't bear to look at him anymore. You tried to pull your arm back, but Harvey wouldn't let go.

"Where are you going?" He asked, and you could hear the pain in his voice. You could tell he wanted to say more, but he couldn't find the words. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“I'm going to think. So, why don’t you do the same and then call Donna and ask her what you should do because she seems to be the only one who knows what's going on with you."

You started heading for the door once again, and when he didn't stop you this time, you pulled your arm out of his grasp.

You could still feel the sting when you woke up the next day, but you were glad it was gone.

After that day, Harvey called you, and you ignored him. Seeing his name pop up on the screen only made you sad, and you didn't know how to deal with that, so you put your phone away, unanswered, and shut him out.

Your parents' house was always open to you, so you spent a few nights there to clear your mind.

As you sat there, watching some crappy romance movie with your family, you only thought about him. The good times. The happy times. The laughs. The smiles. The love.

Harvey always had problems with committing to anything. You knew that before you got together.

You remember all the arguments you had about it. How he would always say everything but the word "love” because he was too scared that you would leave once it was out in the open.

And now, with everything you just went through, you didn't think you would ever forgive yourself if you left. You would never be able to forgive yourself if you abandoned the man you loved, who you knew loved you just as much.

You spent hours debating in your head on if it was worth it. Suppose it was worth fighting for.

And that's when it hit you.

The realization of it all.

He was a lawyer. It's his nature to fight. His nature is to argue and argue until the end. He would never admit defeat or admit defeat was even possible. And you were the person he was willing to fight for and fight for you he would.

The night you decided to go home and face him came faster than you thought. And you didn’t even make it out of your parent's house because he was waiting for you at the front door.

Regret was in those beautiful eyes. He wasn’t in a suit, either. He was in jeans and a T-shirt with a sweater, and he looked so casual but, at the same time, so handsome. You wanted to reach out and touch him, just to see if he was real, but you held yourself back.

You stood there and looked at him, and he looked right back at you. He didn't move, didn't say anything, but his eyes spoke volumes.

And then he finally spoke.

"I messed up," Harvey said quietly, stepping closer to you.

You nodded.

"I should've talked to you sooner, but I was afraid that if I did, you wouldn't understand. I was afraid that you'd look at me the same way as everyone else. I was afraid that you wouldn't love me anymore."

"I never stopped loving you, Harvey," You said quietly, looking up at him. "I just stopped thinking you loved me back."

He took another step closer to you, and before he could say another word, you had your arms wrapped around him. Your body fit against his like it was supposed to be there, and he did the same.

Your foreheads touched, and you looked into his eyes. He looked into yours.

"I love you.”

Your eyes met, and you practically almost burst into tears. You had waited for him to say it for so long.

"I love you so much." He whispered, “And I’m sorry I didn’t show it. I’m sorry I made you doubt that."

You sniffled and nodded. “You know you’re being the most Hallmark cliche ever right now, right?" You let out a small laugh, wiping away a few tears that were escaping you. "Hot lawyer and a tearful confession. All we need now is a dog."

Harvey laughed and looked away for a second. "Don’t forget about the townspeople watching us from their windows and cheering."

“Like who? Donna?”

"Well, I was going to say your parents, but sure. Let's just add Donna." He smiled and kissed the tip of your nose.

"You really do love me, right? And you aren't just saying it for a townsperson's sake?" You asked, your voice trembling slightly.

Harvey put his hands on your waist and looked at you, still smiling.

“I’m saying it for the dog.”

“Harvey.” You gave him a look.

"Alright, alright. I'm saying it for the townspeople. For Donna, if she were here."

“Mhmm... and for yourself?"

Harvey stared into your eyes and gave you the most gentle smile you had ever seen.

"And for you." He whispered.

That was it. That was the moment you knew it was real. You could feel it in your heart, in your bones, and in your very soul.

You kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pulled you closer to him, and you pressed your body against him.

It felt like time had stopped as the kiss lingered on for what felt like years. His lips moved with yours, and you felt like your soul was leaving your body and going to heaven. It felt like a dream. It was a dream.

And for you, that would be your happy ending.

The world worked in mysterious ways, and so did Harvey Specter. But one thing you learned about Harvey is that he knows exactly how to work the world.

And after that night? He definitely worked it for you.

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Going to a munch tonight! I’m so excited. Planning on fasting until the event, or until tomorrow.

Idk how I lost 0.2 yesterday.. it was my sons birthday so we had pizza and brownies (his request). I had 2 slices of bbq chicken pizza and 1 brownie. Felt guilty as hell… maybe guilt burns calories after all 😅

[let-me-luve-you]

17 & Pregnant

Tom Holland x Sister!Reader

Summary: The Holland brothers find out their teenage sister is pregnant.

Warnings: teenage pregnancy, not so supportive family at first, angst, fluff ending

Word Count: 2459

A/N: I've had this in my drafts for a while. I am starting to write again, but I am not taking requests at the moment. Hope y'all understand

MASTERLIST BUY ME A COFFEE

Two weeks ago, your mum took you to the doctor when you had been sick. You thought it was just a bug or something, but it turned out you were two months pregnant. You were terrified and your mum was upset, but she tried to comfort you. Only your mum and dad knew. You didn’t want to tell your brothers because you were terrified of their reactions.

Tom and Harry weren’t due to come home until Saturday, but they decided to show up a few days early. They thought since it was only 10 am, that they would stop by and see Nikki and Dom and maybe go to lunch with them. What they didn’t know was that Nikki had left to run more errands after dropping off your prenatal vitamins and Dom went to get tea with Sam and Paddy.

You were sleeping in since you stayed up late doing homework. You had decided that online school would be best for you this semester since you planned on traveling with Tom when he filmed his new movie and also going on the press tour.

Tom and Harry walked in and yelled out “hello” but got no response. They shrugged and went into the living room first to see if anyone was there. Tom watched Harry sit down and pull out his phone. He laughed as he walked into the kitchen to grab a drink before copying his younger brother. As Tom walked towards the cupboard, he saw a prescription sitting on the counter. Normally Tom wasn’t nosey, but something made him look at it.

Y/F/N Prenatal Vitamins

Tom looked at the bottle shocked. As he stood there letting his thoughts go from “Is y/n pregnant?” “Who is the father?” “How did this happen?”, Dom, Sam, Paddy, and Harry all walked into the kitchen. Dom noticed the sad but angry look on Tom’s face.

“You okay Tom?” Dom asked. Tom didn’t know that Dom knew so he dropped the bottle to hide it best he could.

“What?” Tom said, looking up. “Yeah, I’m good.” All three brothers looked at their eldest brother with concern. They all notice the change in tone with him. One thing they have learned since Tom became an actor, is to know when he’s acting.

“What do you have there?” Dom asked.

“Uh.” Tom looked down at the bottle. Even though he was upset about the chance of his little sister being pregnant at the age of 17, he still had the sibling code of not telling his parents. “Nothing.”

Sam and Harry looked at each other. Everyone hated that they could communicate without talking. Sam nodded and Harry jumped to take it from Tom’s hand. Harry read the prescription out loud and then looked up at Tom, shocked.

“What? What is this?” Harry asked, not wanting to believe it.

“Boys..” Dom sighed. All four of his sons turned their heads to him. Almost flinching when they thought he would get mad. “She wanted to tell you. She just hadn’t figured out how yet. And she wanted to tell you in person.”

“You knew?” Paddy asked.

“I’ve known since the day she found out. She’s terrified guys, but she’s also extremely excited.” Dom answered. “I know it’s not ideal, but we have to be there for her. You are all going to be uncles. You can be upset, but you need to let her know that no matter what, you are there for her.”

No one noticed you slipped into the room when Dom started his speech. You froze and all the color drained from your face when you heard what they were talking about. You wanted to say something. Speak up for yourself, but you couldn’t. So you stayed somewhat hidden and quiet to eavesdrop.

“How could this happen, Dad?” Tom asked. “She’s 17. She’s not ready to be a mum. She’s still a kid herself.”

“It happens. Things happen. You know that. You know if you are going to have sex, conceiving a child is a possibility.” Dom said.

“She should have been more careful,” Harry said angrily.

“Don’t say that, Harry,” Dom said with a short tone. He wasn’t going to have his sons blame his daughter for this. It takes two to tango and he honestly always thought this might happen with one of them. “You know as well as I do that things can happen and that you can be careful and the girl can get pregnant. Y/N says she used a condom. I believe her. Like I said, you can be upset, but support her.”

“Support her?” Paddy asked.

“Please don’t hate me.” You finally spoke up. All five pairs of eyes turned to you standing in the doorway. You had silent tears falling down your face. “I know I’m young. I know that if this gets out, it will be a bad look for Tom and Harry. I know Paddy will get crap at school from our friends. I know. I messed up. But I have to live with it and do the best I can do.”

You hear Harry scoff and walk out of the room. Tom looked at you for a while before saying he needed air. Paddy was livid. He already had trouble with people at school because of Tom and now he was going to get more because of her. It was always exhausting defending his siblings when people talked crap about them.

“Is this why you chose online school this semester?” Paddy asked angrily.

“No. I was supposed to go with Tom so he could train me to be his personal assistant since Harry is taking on more roles with the crew.” You answered honestly. Sam walked over to you and gave you a hug and a kiss to the temple. “I’m going to go calm Harry down. I promise I’ll be back. I’m not mad or disappointed in you. Love you.” Sam whispered in your ear before walking out.

“Who’s the dad?” Paddy asked as he moved to sit at the counter.

“Jeremy Stotts.” You said. “I’ve already told him. He signed a paper last week to give away his rights since he’s going to Boston for college on a soccer scholarship.” You started to cry more knowing this was going to be hard. “We went to a party and we got drunk. Just kinda happened.”

“Really? That jerkoff?” Paddy asked, shocked.

“Just happened.” You looked down. Dom stayed quiet knowing you and Paddy needed to talk this out. Plus he’s heard the story. Dom looked up and saw Tom hovering out of sight in the hallway outside the kitchen.

“I’m sorry Pads. I won’t let this get out. No one will have to know. Just please don’t hate me.” You said.

“I don’t hate you.” Paddy finally said. You looked up at him. “I’m just… I’m upset about the situation. You know how it is at school already.” You nodded and he continued, “I just don’t want to add to that. Give me some time to adjust to the news.”

You nodded your head at him, “Okay. I’m sorry again Paddy.”

“It’s okay. I love you. Just give me some time.” He said as he walked over to hug you and whispered in your ear, “Also you should totally name the little one after me, the best uncle.”

You laughed as did he. Dom smiled seeing that at least half of his sons were being open and understanding.

“I’m sorry dad.” You said as you looked over at him. “I didn’t want to start a civil war in the household.”

“Don’t worry about it. They’ll come around.” He smiled at you. “Go grab a quick shower and get dressed and I’ll take you to lunch. Sam wanted to try this new place a few blocks from the cafe.” You smiled at him before walking over to kiss his cheek and out of the room.

“Tom, you can come in here now,” Dom said.

“How can you be so calm about this? She’s only 17.” Tom said.

“I’m terrified and a little disappointed, but she’s my baby girl. She needs me. I’m not going to just kick her out.” Dom said to his eldest. Tom nodded his head in agreement.

“I just need to wrap my head around it. I’ll be back for dinner.” Tom said, giving his dad a sad smile and turning to walk out of the kitchen.

“It’s okay to feel how you are Tom. You’ll come around to the idea. You know you’ll love the little one.” Dom said. Tom smiled at his dad as he gave a small laugh in agreement.

Later that night after dinner, the family had decided on having a movie night. You got up and went to change into pajamas and to use the restroom. When you started walking back to the living room, you heard your family talking about you. It was all concerns you heard earlier. Instead of trying to continuously apologize for something that's already done, you decided to just go to your room.

After your family all agreed to help you with whatever you need, they all got excited. Tom talked about dressing the little one in Spider-Man outfits and carrying them down the red carpet. Harry and Nikki talked about teaching them about cameras. Dom was excited to teach them about comedy. Paddy was just excited about no longer being the baby in the family. Sam talked about teaching them to cook. Already picturing them standing on a small ladder.

Since you had left, you didn’t hear any of this. You felt it would be best to start looking for new housing. Maybe find an apartment and a job. You didn’t want to hold your family to your mistakes. Well, it wasn’t a mistake, a baby was never a mistake. You just didn’t want your family to have to deal with your responsibilities. As you were looking at apartments, you fell asleep.

Sam noticed you had been gone for a really long time and decided to go check on you. He knocked on your door and got no answer. He opened the door and saw you laying in front of your computer at your desk. He smiled at you. He picked you up bridal style and gently laid you on your bed. When he went back to your computer to shut it down, he noticed apartment listings. He looked over his shoulder at your sleeping body. He sighed knowing you were thinking of moving out and doing this on your own.

Sam walked downstairs and told the family what he saw. Sam said he would talk to you. Tom said he would be nearby since he still needed to talk to you.

The next morning when you woke up, you got dressed and walked to the kitchen for breakfast. You saw Sam cooking your favorite. Tom was at the counter texting on his phone.

“Morning.” You said sitting next to Tom and watching Sam.

“Morning,” Tom said, wrapping you in a hug. “How are you feeling? Need me to get you anything?”

“I’m good. Just want some of Sam’s food.” You said with a small laugh. Tom laughed and nodded his head in agreement.

“Y/N can I ask you something?” Sam asked as he plated your food. You nodded and thanked him. “Are you looking into moving out?” You looked up shocked.

“Uh..” you looked from Sam to Tom and back to Sam. “Yeah. I am. I just feel like I should. I need to be responsible. Taking care of myself and this little one is the most important thing to me. I can’t make mum and dad raise another child. I gotta do this.”

“Can I be honest with you?” Sam asked. You nodded. “Don’t move out just yet. Let us help you. Finish school and try to figure out what you want to do. Not everyone is lucky enough to have their family support them through this. Look for a place, but don’t be in a rush. Let us help you through this first year or two. That gives you time to save money so you can try to buy a house.”

You look at Sam shocked. You didn’t know how to respond. “If you don’t want to stay here, you can move into my place. I barely use it and when I do, I would love to help. Haz and Tuwaine are moving out soon. Gives you plenty of room.” Tom said.

“I don’t... I don’t know what to say.” You said truthfully. “Tom, I’m not going to move in. You don’t need the stress of a baby when you're home. You’re there to rest. But I’m so appreciative of the offer.”

He smiled at you, “offer stands if you change your mind.”

“And Sam, I don’t want to bother you or Paddy. Especially mum and dad.”

“You’re not bothering us. We love you. Family helps family. We are all excited to welcome another little Holland into the world.” Sam said.

You looked down and fidgeted with your hands. “Not everyone. I heard everyone last night. No one is going to come around to the idea. You are all disappointed in me. And I know I messed up, but I already love this baby and I’m going to do right by it.”

“We are all excited y/n/n.” Sam said as Tom agreed.

“Last night we were all planning the future. I’m already trying to figure out which red carpet event I want the little one to go with me to. We are going to be best friends.” Tom said. You laughed.

“I’m already looking for little cooking kits for toddlers so we can cook together. Paddy is planning on trouble so be prepared for that.” You all laughed. You heard a “hey” before you saw Paddy walk in.

“Just going to play some video games and maybe pull some pranks.” He said sheepishly.

“So, Y/N,” Sam said, “Let us help you. We love you and we are so happy and excited for you.”

You smiled and looked around at the rest of your family that walked in. You saw the support and love on all of their faces. You turned back to Sam. “I like your idea. Gives me time to figure things out. Plus I’m absolutely terrified. It’ll be good to have everyone’s help.”

Everyone smiled at you. It wasn’t conventional, but it was your new normal. You were lucky to have a supportive family. Your baby is going to have four amazing uncles and two amazing grandparents. You may be a single mum, but you weren’t alone in raising the small human being inside you.

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You Can't Just Up and Leave Me Like This! Pt.3

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Prompt?: Yes {You can't just write me a letter like this then leave me.}

Request?: No

Requested prompt?: No

Edited: Yes

Word count: 2459

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You can listen to the story be read out loud here.

I listened to the song above while writing it, it in no way shape or form was written off of the song, it just goes along with this short story really well.

Your Pov: When I got home last night, my brother picked me up from the airport and drove me home. As soon as we got there, my brother had pulled me into a hug and just let me cry. We sat in the car for a few minutes before getting out and quietly going into the house because my parents were asleep.

My brother had helped me carry my bags in and asked if I needed anything else. I had told him no and just walked to my room. I changed and got ready for bed, but couldn't sleep a wink.

So here I am at twelve o'clock on the next day, laying in my bed, just crying and wondering if I made the right decision. I sniffle and blow my nose, then sink down into my (more like his) sweater, one I've kept for years.

I have the TV on and I'm watching The Princess Bride when my phone goes off. I groan and pick it up to see who's texting, only to see that it's Sammy.

Samantha😝: Hey, how are you doing?

Y/n: as well as I can......

Samantha😝: I'm sure with time you'll heal. It'll all be ok.

Y/n: I don't know Sammy, I can't do it anymore, I just.....

Samantha😝: You just what?

Y/n: I just want to be happy, I haven't been in a while.

Samantha😝: I know, hang in there. All will be ok in the end.

Y/n: Thank you for everything. Love you 💙.

Samantha😝: Love you too lil sis ❤️.

Y/n: oh great, now I have two overprotective brothers..... 😜

Samantha😝: oh hush..... you love it!

Y/n: Yeah I do.....

Samantha😝: I'm here anytime. Anyway I have to go, I'll talk to you later yeah?

Y/n: yeah sure.

I close out my phone and let out a small giggle.

Man, I miss him already.... I miss them all....

At that thought, I start to cry again and decide to cuddle the bear that I have. Again, given to me by Colby.

Will the pain ever go away?

I look around and see tissues all over my floor, so I decide to get up and clean them up a little bit. I throw some in the trash before there's a light knock on my bedroom door.

"Come in," I say and my brother sticks his head in the door.

"Hey, mom said I needed to tell you we are going to see a movie. Wanna come along?" He asks and I shake my head no.

"I think I'll stay here and get cleaned up a bit, then draw. I haven't drawn in so long...." I say and he nods.

He comes over to me and hugs me, then runs out my door like a crazy person and yells down the stairs as he goes down them to reach our parents.

"She said no!" He yells and almost immediately I hear a smack sound, then him saying "ow".

I giggle from the top of the stairs as he rubs his head and our mom looks triumphant.

"No yelling in the house, Christopher!" She says, scolding my brother and he huffs out some air while crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm twenty-two and a half. Yet I'm still getting scolded by my mom," He says and I giggle.

"Chris, she'll always scold us... that's a mother's job," I say and he just gives off a huff of air making us all laugh.

"Sweetie, you sure you don't wanna come?" My dad asks and I swat the air.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Have fun," I say and nod as they finish putting on their light coats.

"Ok bye baby we'll be home soon!" My mom says waving up at me and I wave back.

Once the door closes, I go back into my room and grab my art set that I've had for years. I sit down on my bed and put my hair up into a messy bun, then I start to look through my old drawings.

*Colby's Pov:*

I get into Kansas City late in the night and Gage picks me up. He looks for bags, then at me and I shrug.

"Where are your bags, bro?" He asks and I smile a small smirk.

"Uhhh, I don't really have any...." I say and he raises an eyebrow at me.

"Why don't you have any?" He says and I look around for a moment before looking back at him.

"Uhhh, it was a spur-of-the-moment kinda trip. A really last moment trip idea. I didn't have any time or thought of needing to pack. I just came," I say and rub my neck, not wanting to tell him why I'm actually here just yet.

"Ok..... You should have some at home anyway," He says and we start walking towards the airport doors. "So.... you gonna tell me why you're here yet?" he stops to look at me and crosses his arms.

"Can we just get in the car and then I'll tell you?" I ask and it's like he noticed that I became nervous, so he just nods and we continue on.

We walk out to the car and get in. He starts driving and for a few minutes it's quiet.

"Ok, now start explaining....." he says and I cringe, not wanting to explain why just yet.

"What? I can't just randomly come home to see you guys?" I ask nervously and chuckle.

"One, you totally can. It's nice when you do, but you forget I know you and I know for a fact that there's definitely something going on." He turns out of the airport parking lot.

"Ok, and what do you think is going on, hmmm?" I ask and he just gives me an 'are you kidding me?' look.

"Not there yet, hold on. Two, you just moved into a new house so shouldn't you be enjoying that?" He asks as he arches an eyebrow at me.

"I guess....." I mumble, confused about where he's going with his little speech.

"So if you're supposed to be enjoying it, why did you come home?" he questions me and I just shut my mouth without saying another word.

"Three, I heard y/n was back in town and mom said that her mom said she isn't doing too well. Therefore, I believe something happened with you two," He says and I nervously rub my arm.

"Fine, something did happen, it's just a lot to explain what and there is a lot going on in my head because of it," I say and put my head in my hands, not wanting to talk about this anymore.

"Colby, you don't have to tell me what's going on. But I'm here if you need me and I'm sure everything'll be ok," he says, giving me a reassuring smile.

"How can you be sure of that?" I ask and he shakes his head.

"I can't promise it, but I know you two. I've seen from day one of freshman year when you brought her home for the first time, how you two acted around each other. You and her just clicked, it was cool. She makes you happy. You're Colby and y/n I'm sure you guys will figure it out, like you guys always did when you fought," He says and smiles at me, giving me the slightest bit of reassurance.

"Thanks... I guess you're right. We are Colby and y/n," I say and smile out the window.

"But you're also an idiot...." He says and my eyes widen as he slaps me on the back of the head.

"Why am I an idiot?" I say in an offended tone and he chuckles.

"Because you didn't realize till now what you had," he says and smirks when I can't get any words out.

"Just promise me you'll stop at nothing to get her back. You guys are good together. Yeah, you're annoying, but nonetheless good together," He says and I nod at him.

"I promise. I've already promised myself I'm not leaving without her," I say and he nods in approval.

"Now, do you want to go to her place now or later?" He asks me and I look at the time to see it's almost eleven at night.

"I'll go first thing in the morning. I don't want to wake anyone in her house," I say and he nods at me as he pulls up to our street, which is also her street.

He drives past her house and I just lean my head against the window, closing my eyes. I let a tear fall and Gage pats my back. He then pulls into our driveway that's just about five driveways away from hers. I gulp and look over at her house.

All I want to do right now is run to her and hug her. I want to make her mine.

"You okay?" Gage asks me, causing me to look up at him.

"Yeah..... I'm fine." I say and slowly walk into the house with him.

We walk quietly into the house and up the stairs. We walk to our rooms and whisper quiet goodnights to each other.

Once in my room, I lay on my childhood bed and sigh as I look to my wall that has pictures of us from throughout the years. My favorite picture of us standing out:

I remember that picture like it was yesterday. She was having a bad day, so I invited her over for a movie night. Sam had to go on some trip so it was just me and her.

It wasn't like any of our past movie nights, because it was the first ever it was just the two of us. We always had Sam, Colby and y/n movie night, but Sam wasn't at this one.

We also played a little bit of Kingdom Hearts, which never happened at a movie night that Sam was at, only because Sam wasn't as into the game as we were.

But that night she was so stressed, she had fallen asleep cuddled up to me. Which was normally how it would happen, but somehow this one felt different compared to all our other movie nights.

She had fallen asleep and I covered her up, kissed her forehead and fell asleep myself. The next morning we woke up to Gage taking the picture of us on my moms phone.

Then my mom had printed it out for me to put it on my wall like the many other pictures I have of us up on my wall. I let a tear roll down my cheek then I wiped it away.

"I'm here. I promise I'm so close," I say like I'm actually talking to her but I know I'm not.

I don't know when it happened, but I fell asleep at some point in the night as I stared at all our crazy pictures we've taken over the years.

*You're Pov:* After a while I'm still looking at my drawings of him:

{A\N: Props to the actual artists these are great and very well done.}

I've done a bunch of just Colby over the years, I'd always catch myself just drawing his face whenever I had time. We'd be at lunch and I'd draw him, if we were in English and I was just doodling in my art book I'd draw him. I always did it as a habit whenever I was bored or had nothing to do.

It was a mindless action, I never thought before I drew. It was like whatever it came out as it came out as and most of the times it came out as Colby.

I finish flipping through my art book and go to the next blank page. I then started to draw and did that for some time. When I'm done, I sit up and stretch, only for my back to give a loud crack sound.

I look at my drawings before closing the book, and what do you know. Again I had drawn Colby's face from memory without even thinking about it. I then get frustrated that he's the only thing I can seem to draw, so to calm myself I call Sam.

"Hey, what's up?" He asks and I don't say anything, just letting my breath get faster.

"Hey! What's wrong! Are you having another panic attack? You haven't had one for years," he says in a rushed tone.

"S-s-Sam... I-I-I can't h-h-he won't g-g-get outta my head!" I say as I start to panic a little more.

"Hey, hey. Breathe..." he says and does a light breathing exercise with me, but it barely works.

"Hey, do you have your medicine?" He asks and I nod before realizing he can't see me.

"Y-y-yes, b-b-but you know th-that won't work to ca-calm me d-down!" I say with quite difficulty as my words just come sputtering out.

"It will calm you down enough for you to at least catch your breath y/n. You gotta take it," he says and I run upstairs to my bathroom.

I take the medicine and sit curled up by my tub as Sam just talks me down.

"Hey, it's ok. It's ok. Wanna talk about it?" He asks and I sigh.

"Might as well. I can't draw anything without it being his face....." I say in a disheartening tone.

"Awe y/n. It'll be ok," He reassures me and continues to talk to me for a while.

About an hour later, he has to go so he hangs up.

"Ok, are you sure you'll be ok if I go?" He asks and I take a second to think.

"Yeah, Sam, I'll be fine," I say quietly.

"Ok. Please call me if you need anything at all," he says and I smile a very small smile.

"Ok I wi-" I don't get a chance to finish my answer to Sam as I hear a knock at the door.

"Sam, I have to go now too," I say as I get up off the couch and fix my bun with my phone between my arm and ear.

"Ok. Are you sure you'll be fine?" He asks and I hum.

"I have to be fine at the moment, someone's here. I'll call you back later," I say and he agrees then hangs up the phone.

I go to open up the door without even looking out the peephole, and what's outside makes me immediately fall to the ground.

No I cant, why is he here?! He shouldn't be here!

To Be Continued...

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i wanna take a ride

summary: reader wants to ride donnie but he doesnt think you can handle it pairing: donald pierce x reader word count: 2459 warning: nsfw a/n: this is a part to the “minx!reader x donald pierce” series i have had planned for a couple of eternities. click here for the “minx” masterlist!

“Sure you can handle that, baby?”

His question was not, in itself, what vexed you. No, it was the deriding snort that escaped him; it was the expression one would only ever use when gently scolding a child; it was the voice of pure skepticism. Donnie did not believe you could handle him.

Challenge accepted.

Instead of acting up over a - what Donnie would consider “petty” - reason, as you usually would have, you sighed and shifted, pouted your glossed-up lips, and concocted your best pretense of coyness mixed with dejection.

Donnie leaned closer to you, inspecting your suddenly meek mien. He then chuckled, for he knew all too well you were about the furthest thing from shy or even innocent. You were too confident in your allure, thinking you could have him any way you wanted, and although he was as good as wrapped around your manicured finger, he would not admit to that in any near future.

“Aw, baby. Come here now,” said he soothingly, brushing his hand across your cheek, caressing the soft skin, and just as he had you thinking you had deceived him, his large, calloused hand grasped you by the neck with an unexpected force. “You and I both know you couldn’t ride me to save your life. This little cunt—” his cybernetic hand cupped your pussy in a matter of seconds, “—can barely take me as it is; how’d ya expect to top me, hm?”

The cold pressure of digits massaging you through your panties made you writhe, whimper, and cling to his muscled forearm.

“This how wet you get for me? Thinkin’ you can handle my cock? Thinkin’ ‘bout me splittin’ you in two?”

“Donnie,” moaned you, mind racing. Tingling his flesh with the tip of your nails, you guided the hand on your throat up to your mouth, planting a wet kiss on his ring. He knew what you wanted.

At this point, frankly, you did not care how he would take you. On your knees, over his knees, against the wall, on the dining table, in the bathtub—as long as he took you.

And also, he may have a point. Riding him may have gotten your heart racing but so would a crashing plane, and

As Donald watched you take two of his digits into his mouth, he chuckled, a sweet, mischievous sound reverberating in his chest.

“Come ‘ere, baby.” Pulling you up, he made a swift movement to have your legs wrapped around his waist, immediately connecting your lips in a hungry kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close as possible while he carried you to your bedroom. Dropping you unceremoniously on the bed, he reached behind his neck, and first pulled off the t-shirt he wore, then his socks, his jeans along with his briefs.

Your eyes widened in excitement, chest heaving as you inhaled. His member stood tall, proud, and thick, and it took you no longer than a second to reach out for him, stroking him as you invited him to join you in bed.

For a man exuding such command and claiming to be a lifetime-top, he sure was rock-hard in your tight grip.

Smirking against his lips, you pulled him by the beck of his neck down on the bed. Straddling him, you secured a knee on each side of his body, grinding down against his aggressive hard-on. He felt your slickness through your barely clothed pussy, too grinding up into you.

To be fair, it did make you wonder if perhaps you had been a bit bold in your request. Surely, it turned you on to see a man usually being the one in control be controlled, but he had not been lying when he had taunted you. It was only a truth that his thick girth filled you to the hilt, barely leaving room to mold your insides to the size of his manhood.

But you were not going to back out now.

How at ease he looked lying beneath you, heavy-lidded, and chest heaving as he inhaled you smell of roses as he got comfortable on the many plush pillows that decorated your bed. Smirking at the sight, you leaned forward, persistently grinding against his cock and ran your hands up his broad, muscled chest, feeling the smoothness of what just might be God's greatest creation yet.

Peppering wet kisses along his jaw, his cheek, the corner of his mouth, nibbling on his earlobe, you hummed into his ear when he suddenly had a fistful of your hair in his hand, pulled you an inch from his face.

“Y’said ya wanted to ride me, baby doll. So get to work, yeah?” Though his voice was in the same stern tone which you imagined he used to order his team around, you could not help but turn your surprised expression into a giggle, for he looked oh so soft lying spread on your red and pink bedding.

“Patience, baby. Only good boys get to come,” hushed you teasingly, remembering all those times he had told you just that.

Donnie shook his head at you and chuckled, propping his arms behind the back of his head. He knew he easily could manhandle you by toppling you over and have you his way, but he had to admit - again, not that he would - it was pretty entertaining seeing you bite off more than you could chew. In any way, however, as soon as you started bouncing on his cock he would have front seat tickets to possibly the best show of his life.

Toying with the hem of your tight white top, you pulled it over your head, quick to swat Donald's hand away when he instinctively reached for you.

"Na-uh," tsked you, a sly smirk curling the corner of your plump lip.

Moving your panties to the side, you held his cock in your hand and lubricated his head between your folds.

You felt Donnie's hips jump at the sensation, and you chuckled cunningly, knowing he was about to go out of his mind at the sight. So you merely teased yourself with his throbbing hard-on, but then you were gone.

"Ah, c'mon–oh..."

Donald's eyes shot open and the crease between his eyebrows showed only a second before it faded again.

You offered him a dove-eyed glance through your luscious, and quite frankly expensive, eyelashes before you commenced the task.

Stroking him once, a kitten-licks from his balls and up his shaft,

then gliding a long flat-tongued lick along the prominent, pulsating vein, and then you took his leaking mushroom-head into your mouth.

A groan, a sigh, a moan, and a growl.

He did not know what turned him on the most—the way you looked while you sucked his cock as if your life depended on it, or the fact that just seconds ago you had wet him in your own juices and were now cleaning that very mess up by making an even bigger one.

"Fuck, baby—"

Then the obscene sound one makes when sucking hard while pulling the lollipop away. Although you licked and sucked it like he was candy and you were merely trying to satisfy your sweet tooth, this was Donnie's cock and he wantonly moaned, his hips stuttering.

Pumping his cock, he shifted and you looked up only to feel him pull you closer to him, ushering you to sit in his lap.

Holding you by the throat in his fleshy hand, Donnie tilted his head a tad, the light from the street and moon enough to make his gold tooth glimpse in the dim room.

"If I'm not wrong someone was awfully sure they could handle me not long ago," hummed he, dark eyes fluttering from your eyes to your inviting lips, licking his own. "You're not pussying out on me now, are ya baby?"

"No–no, Don—"

His bionic hand pulled you down by the hips, forcing you to feel just what you had done to him. A gasp got caught in your airway, the hand wrapped around your throat, no exactly threateningly tight, still entrapping you and compromising your air-intake.

"That's good, that's good, baby. 'Cause you're gonna take my cock, now, like the good little girl I know you are, and you ain't gonna stop till my cum pours out of this tight lil' cunt here, a'ight?"

Goddamnit, if you weren't wet before you sure were leaking now.

"I asked if you understand," hissed he through grit teeth, his hot breath fanning over your lips. You nodded, and he mimicked you, laying back down. "Walk the talk, baby, walk the talk."

Bracing yourself, you exhaled and lined him up at your opening. Ragged and uneven, you shuddered as he penetrated the slit, filling you up, little by little.

A sigh fell from Donald and he squeezed your hip. "That's it, baby, you're doing good."

You forced yourself down on him, whimpering as his length pressed into your stomach, and your manicured nails dug into his chest. Finally sitting flat against him with his cock buried deep inside you, a cry fell from your pouted lips when your walls clenched around him.

You were elated when a guttural groan, followed by a deep moan, escaped Donald; at least he felt the pleasure of your pain.

But as you slowly adjusted to the sore rapture, you too could neglect the stinging sensation and began to carefully roll your hips.

Donnie reached for you and pulled you down to connect your laps, thinking it might distract you from whatever discomfort you might experience.

Swallowing the angelic sounds he elicited from you, he sucked on your neck, enjoying the tight feeling the squeezed impressively. Goddamn, he could burst right now but the thing was, despite preferring to have you his way, he surprisingly enjoyed simply lying back, watching you get off on his cock.

He felt nice. Stoking the fire that was currently burning you up from the inside.

"Donnie," hummed you, gasping. "Fuck."

Both of his hands went to your ass, guiding you further down on him, encouraging you into a faster pace, and a string of sounds left you.

The wetness of your pussy could be heard over your whimpers, soon the obscene sound of slapping skin, too, filled the room.

Tears prickled in the corner of your eye, the concoction of pain and pleasure simply too much to handle. Add the increasing ferocity of his lust molding you to fit him to the mix and you were left with begging—no, pleading him to slow down.

"What's wrong, baby? Thought you said you could handle me."

"Ba–baby, I... I can't—" your vocal cord gave out when he twitched inside you, your mouth shaping an 'o'.

"Nu-uh, baby girl. You feel that? You feel how good my cock is filling ya?"

It seemed the roughness and pain and pleasure, as well as his southern drawl, all took your breath away.

"Donni—!" His name stuck in your throat as he lifted you by the waist and began pounding up into you, the most wanton sounds yet again filling the room.

"You got all bratty about wanting my cock, so now you're gonna be a good little brat and ride it out."

At this point you could barely assimilate his words, your mind entering a never-tried-before state of euphoria. It was official. He had successfully fucked you into oblivion. Collapsing on top of Donnie's chest, you cried, moaned, whimpered, and screamed as he fucked you through an orgasm so intense you could hear when your release gushed out of you. Perhaps it was because you had worked yourself up for hours, trying to convince Donald to let you ride him, or maybe it was simply because he felt impossibly good so thick inside you; nevertheless, it sure as hell did not help your course when he reached down to rub your clit in a pitiless motion.

A frenzy startled you, sending that which felt like a jolt of electricity through your body and guiding you towards hypersensitivity, and your walls contracted as Donnie hammered into you, chasing his own high. You knew he was close—his ferity was faltering, his hips stuttered, and with what strength he had left, Donald forced you even closer on to him, groaning as you milked his cock.

Rolling off of him, you struggled to gain composure over your breathing. It felt as if you had just imploded.

He sighed deeply, muttering: "Ah, fuck, baby..."

Tilting your head so that you could see how he was doing, you noticed his eyes flickered between your heaving chest and your sex before he caught you watching.

Following his gaze, a heat came to pool in your cheeks. Fuck.

"Oh... I—"

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You were wet. Soaking. Fuck. The luxury Chinese silk quilt that had covered your bed was wrinkled up, a big wet spot on it, the fabric completely engulfed in the smell of sex.

"Did... Did I—" stammered you, unable to finish your question before embarrassment made you cover your face. "Oh, God!"

"Hey, hey, hey. Baby, it's okay, c'mere. C'mere," hushed Donald and tugged you into his warm chest, soothingly stroking your back. It was no secret he was not a big 'snuggler' post-coitus, and although he prided himself on making you squirt over his fucking cock just now, he recognized your mortification. "You did so well for me, baby."

Your clit was stilling throbbing, a mixture of your juices leaking out of your cunt, and you hummed into his chest, trying to calm down. It felt like he had completely molded you to fit him.

"Don't cry, doll. You ain't done nothin' wrong."

"I made a mess," muttered you, too ashamed to even look him directly in the eye.

Donnie hooked a finger beneath your chin, cupped your cheek and you leaned into his touch.

"Baby, hey—" He paused to passionately kiss you, then made you look at him. "That–that was fuckin' hot, yeah? And you did so well for me tonight. Taking it like a champ, wantin' to make me proud, hm."

You smiled in his hands, exhaling before leaning in to kiss him again.

You were already feeling much better; the soothing caress calming you down, the tingling sensation wearing off, and the praise—oh! the praise doing its job beautifully. But as nice as it was to finally be able to nestle up together, you were beginning to feel sticky.

"Babe," hummed you, your voice soft. He muttered a response, eyes closed. "Would you perhaps draw me a bath?"

A little pause ensued, but then you felt him moving a bit, then a sweet kiss being pressed to your forehead.

"Bubbles or no bubbles?"

[ourownsideimagines]

You Owe Me $666 for All the Sunglasses I’ve Bought (Crowley x Reader Soulmate AU)

Characters: Reader, Crowley

Requested: Yes

Requested by: Anon

Point of View: Second Person POV

Warnings: Slight angst, cursing, probably OOC Crowley

Words:  2459

A/N: For this, the reader is going to be American. And Ugh I feel like Crowley is OOC in this *cries in celestial* Also, this likely takes place after the events of Good Omens. Also did my best to keep in gender neutral, so let me know if I fucked up.

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Golden. That was the color your right eye was. The eye that was meant to match your soulmates. It was a beautiful color you thought. Your family, not so much.

You’d been forced to wear sunglasses since the age of three. You didn’t understand why, no one would explain it to you. They simply expected you to do as you were told. For the most part, you did. But when you were alone in the restroom, or even in your own bedroom, you would take them off and admire your eyes in the mirror. One a lovely (color), and the other brilliant gold, slit down the middle like a snake’s.

When you started elementary school, your parents were hesitant. They made sure to explain to all the adults - the principal, the lunch lady, the teachers - that you were NOT allowed to remove the glasses. Ever. The other kids thought you were weird.

Some of them had already found their soulmate. Others had two different shades, some brown and green, others blue and hazel, some different shades of the same color. No one ever had a yellow snake eye.

It was the second grade that another kid finally convinced you to take off your glasses. You’d smiled brightly as you removed them, only to let it fall in utter confusion as he and his group of friends screamed.

The truth spread fast. They all called you freak, and you were a target of non-stop bullying. Even the little girl you’d managed to befriend stopped hanging out with you. The other kids would continuously try to steal your glasses, and when they did, they snapped them in half, leaving your eyes open to the world.

Within a month your parents pulled you from school and decided homeschooling was the next best idea. You were isolated. Alone. The human contact you had was short and dull. The only friends you had consisted of people you talked to online, which were few and far between. Slowly, you began to hate your eyes. Even when alone you tended to wear your glasses.

Both of your siblings found their soulmates by the age of 18. Their eyes were, as one would call then, ‘complete’. You prayed to whoever might be listening for you to finally meet your soulmate, so your eyes would be complete, so you wouldn’t be alone anymore. You would finally be able to safely see the world without a darkened filter. After a while you started to think, maybe your parents were right for making you wear the glasses, but damn, they were expensive.

By the age of 28, you still had not found your soulmate, and you’d spent more money than you could count on sunglasses. Your parents used to get upset at you when you lost your glasses or when they broke. And it wasn’t like you’d been trying to! You came to the conclusion that you had just been born unlucky.

Somehow, though, you caught a break. You’d just finished your second to last year of college when you managed to plan your first ever out-of-the-country trip to London over summer break. Your best friend, Sophie, lived there. Sophie was the only person you felt you could trust completely. You’d met her on a confession blog that she and her soulmate, Anna, ran. You knew them both well, but Sophie had been the first to see your eyes and not treat you like a freak of nature. Anna had only seen them once. Regardless, she was nice to you.

Sophie and Anna had met when they were children, and they had both recalled the moment they realized they the person across from them was the one person in their life they knew could do them no wrong. The one person they could trust completely. You wanted that. Despite everything that damn eye had done for you, you wanted that. You were just afraid of who the snake-eyed person might end up being. Lord, you hoped they were a good person.

Sophie was there to greet you when you arrived at the airport. She was in a light yellow sundress with black tights and black boots, and she held a half-assed sign with your name written on it.

When her eyes landed on you, her face split into a huge grin. She dropped her bag, and the sign and welcomed you with open arms. Despite wanting to keep your composure, you felt a few tears fall down your cheeks in happiness. You’d wanted to meet Sophie for years.

“Welcome to London,” She said as she pulled away. Without hesitation, she gently wiped away your tears. “I can’t believe you’re actually here.”

“Me neither.” You smiled widely for the first time in what felt like forever. “I’m just so relieved to get away, even if it’s only for the week.”

“Well I’m going to make sure this is the best week of your life, bitch, so you’ll have to come back.” She said with a wink.

“If I can afford it.” You laughed awkwardly.

“I’ll make sure you can afford it.” Sophie held up a hand and tapped your nose gently with a small ‘boop’ before pulling you out of the airport.

The first stop was the home she and Anna shared. It wasn’t anything huge - it had two rooms, a bathroom, a small living room, and a kitchenette. Anna wasn’t home - according to Sophie, Anna worked weekdays at her father’s furniture business, and did some custom clothing work on the side (in the corner of the living room you saw her sewing supplied all piled up in the corner). She wouldn’t be home till later.

“I took the week off,” Sophie admitted. “I want to spend as much time as I’ve got with you.”

“Oh Sophie,” You gushed quietly. “Oh, you didn’t have to.”

“Nonsense! Other than Anna, you are my best friend. I wasn’t gonna let you go around my hometown all alone, I’m not that cruel.” Sophie suddenly gets very serious. “You said you’re not allergic to cats, right?” You nodded slowly and she grinned. “Fantastic!” She skipped over to the door of her and Anna’s shared room and pushed it open.

Moments later, a large, fluffy, white cat bound out, covered from head to toe in dirt. Sophie let out a squeal of surprise.

“Shit!” She said. “Shit, shit, shit!” The cat bounced up at you, attempting to climb up your leg. You jumped back in surprise, but the cat was very determined. “I forgot to put Anna’s plants in the kitchen!” Sophie sighed. “Nina’s knocked them down!” Nina let out a loud pur as you scooped her up in your arms, and she immediately rubbed her head into the skin of your neck. You ran your fingers over her gently, dislodging some of the dirt.

Sophie stormed over, pouting as she looked at Nina.

“You little brat, you fuck up some perfectly good flowers and think you deserve a cuddle?” Nina peered up at her with bored blue eyes. You snorted as Sophie took Nina. “This is why we took away your TV privileges young lady.”

“She has TV privileges?” You asked, laughing.

“Anna and I figured out pretty quickly that Nina likes to watch Benedict Cumberbatch so we usually put on Sherlock or Doctor Strange on to keep her occupied. But recently she was being a little shit so we took away her privileges for two weeks.”

“I mean, I can’t blame her.” You giggled as Sophie avoided Nina’s playful swipes at her face with her paw.

“Ugh, you’re a bastard.” Sophie groaned, setting Nina back down. The cat bolted back towards the bedroom. “No- Gah!” Sophie sighed. “I haven’t… cleaned up yet.” She wiped her face with her hands, effectively smearing dirt on her cheeks.

“Want me to occupy her while you clean?” You offered, to which Sophie was grateful. She tore Nina away from the broken pots and over to you, and you held and played with her for a good twenty minutes while Nina cleaned up the mess. It was when Nina began bapping your face repeatedly that you quickly removed your sunglasses, knowing that if you got any kind of scratches on them you’d have to buy new ones.

“Alright!” Sophie announced, walking out of her room with a trash bag. “My beautiful fiancé’s plants are trashed,” she paused, noticing that you had taken off your shades. You guys met eyes for a long moment and then she smiled. “I was thinking you and I could go to the shop to get some more.”

You smiled, or at least tried to. You set Nina down, who scampered back into the bedroom, trailing dirt behind her.

“Yeah,” you put your glasses back on and stood. “I’m game.” Sophie grabbed her purse, fishing for a moment before pulling out her own pair of shades and putting them on.

“Let’s go then.”

The drive to the gardening shop took no more than ten minutes. The browsing on the other hand, that did seem like it was stopping anytime soon.

“What about these ones?” She picked up a pot of pink tulips, bringing them closer for inspection. It was the ninth plant she’d contemplated, of which she’d only decided on two.

“I thought Anna wasn’t fond of the color pink.” You frowned. Sophie purses her lips.

“Well, that’s mostly true. More pink clothing and accessories. Flowers are okay, I believe.” She held the pot close. “I’m going to hand this to the bloke up front, then we can keep looking.” You nodded, and she went off. You continued to wander, gazing at the different arrangement of flowers, and succulents, and some of the larger plants near the back. You held up a rather small spider plant, and decided that when you got home you were going to spruce up your place with some nice house plants. You’d been thinking about it for a while, but being in that shop just solidified the idea.

You begin making your way back towards the flower when a man rounds the corner and you crash into each other. You stumble back a bit, and take him in. He’s tall, with short, red hair, dressed in what you could consider semi-casual clothes. His eyes are covered by a pair of sunglasses, not much unlike your own - including the side shields you sometimes had to put in yourself. He looks a bit annoyed by being ran into, but neither of you say a word because they catch in your throat. 

There’s a sensation of almost burning behind your eye - nothing uncomfortable, to your surprise. But it’s enough that you have to gape, removing your glasses so you could press your hand into it. The man quickly does the same, turning away from you with a short curse.

It’s the moment you’re able to open your eyes again that it hits you. As you stare at this man, you can’t stop yourself from gently grabbing his wrist, something it seems he’s going to jerk away from until his head snaps in your direction, and a pair of brilliant snake eyes stare back at you. The same color as the eye that caused you so much trouble growing up.

You could have cried, and you probably were. The man swallowed thickly, glancing back and forth to make sure no one was around before his eyes settled on you again.

“You’re…” he paused, unsure what to say.

“I thought I was never going to find you.” You blurted out, flushing quickly. “I-I wasn’t sure there was really someone with… well, your eyes.” Hesitantly, you reach up to cup his cheeks, and he watches you closely.

“I didn’t think there was really someone out there for me.” He replied. His eyes searched your own for something, though you weren’t sure what.

“What’s your name?” You asked, pulling away slowly. You were a bit surprised when he caught your hands.

“Crowley.” He gave your hands a light squeeze.

“(Name).” You replied. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Crowley.” You saw the faintest smile on his lips as he let go of your hands, placing his sunglasses back on.

“Likewise, (name).” He looked around again, opening his mouth to speak again when suddenly he was interrupted.

“There you are!” Sophie said from behind you. “Should I keep a leash on you?” She joked. You turned around to face her, and she caught sight of your face for the first time. Her eyes widened. “Oh-” She looked at Crowley, realization truly hitting her. “Oh! Oh, shit.” She laughed, but slapped a hand over her mouth. “Holy shit.”

“Sophie,” You sighed.

“No, no! I’ll leave you be.” She came up to you, pulling you into a bone crushing hug before pulling away, her eyes going between yourself and a slightly amused Crowley. “You know how to get back to the house, right?”

“Yes?” You said, a bit puzzled by the question. Sophie smiled, turning on her heel before sauntering off. “Sophie? Sophie, what the hell.” You hissed, half tempted to follow her before remembering exactly who was standing behind you. You turned back to Crowley, an awkward smile on your face. “I’m… So sorry about her.”

“No, no, it’s fine.” Crowley shook his head gently. “I have a friend who may have reacted in the same way, except, well, without all the cursing.”

“Sophie’s been my friend forever now,” You laughed. “She’s the only thing keeping me sane sometimes.”

“Yeah, that sounds like Aziraphale.” He chuckled. There was a moment of silence, but it wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable. Seeing him smile made your heart feel warm and fuzzy. Was this what it felt like to be in love? To feel loved?

Lord, you’d only just met the man, but you knew there was nothing you wouldn’t do so see him smile like that forever.

“So, uh, (name),” He shoved his hands into his pockets. “I know we just met and all, but, uh… Well, I was wondering if you’d like to go get some lunch? There’s a bakery a couple blocks away, and I’m… I’m sure you have many questions about…” He ran a hand through his hair, still stumbling over his words, but you knew exactly what he meant.

His eyes.

“I’d love that.” You agreed with a smile. “Seeing as my tour guide’s basically abandoned me.” You sighed. “Though, you know, my parents taught me never to accept invitations from strangers.”

“Strange? Me? No.” He shook his head, chuckling. “I think you’ll find I’m absolutely normal.” You laughed in response. Then, he held out his arm. “C’mon. I think it’s time we got to know each other. Smiling, you looped your arm with his.

“I look forward to it.”

Let’s just say, you were going to be staying in London for longer than you’d planned.

[ao3feed-reddwarf]

Stress

by shiftyking

For Jenna who requested this fic

Rimmer gets ill and Lister panics.

Words: 2459, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Red Dwarf (UK TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dave Lister, Arnold Rimmer

Relationships: Dave Lister/Arnold Rimmer

Additional Tags: Sick Fic, medibay visits, Pre-Series, Getting Together, Kisses, worrying, Yearning, cuteness, Lister is a cutie, brief past suicide attempt mention

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[crispychrissy]

Bakery Blasphemy

Summary: Finally getting a lead on a case after two days, you and the boys set out to see what information this strange woman might have. Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester, Agnes (OFC), Delilah (OFC) Word Count: 2459 Warnings: Sexuality, language, unsanitary things, rude old lady, implied smut A/N: This is for @winchesterprincessbride “Jen Said What?” Challenge! My prompt was hilarious to write and is in bold in the fic. I’m glad to be back writing again and I appreciate you guys sticking with me while I’m recovering from my surgery. This was beta’d by @saxxology, gif made by me. Enjoy!

“Come on, Sam, your hair looks perfect,” you grumbled from the motel bed. “Dean’s already out in the car.”

“I’m not doing my hair, Y/N,” Sam’s muffled reply sounded from behind the closed door.

“Then what the hell is taking you so long?” Sitting up, you glare at the bathroom door as if Sam could feel your icy stare through the wood. “Are you staring longingly at your reflection in the mirror?”

He snorted. “No.”

You paused for a moment, then smiled. “Are you touching yourself?”

“No,” he laughed. “You’d be able to hear me if I was. You know I’m not exactly quiet.”

A delicious shiver worked its way through your body at the thought of Sam touching himself, and you bit your lip to keep quiet. Even if Sam was doing any if those things, you were going to be late for your meeting with the first suspect you’d had on this case since you rolled into town two days ago.

“Baby,” you whined, “come on. We need to go. The drive is like twenty minutes and we’re meeting her in ten. Don’t make me pick the lock on the bathroom and drag you out to the car.”

The bathroom door opened in a whoosh of air, startling you slightly. Sam emerged, looking delicious in his navy blue suit, and raised a brow at you.

“I’d like to see you try to drag me anywhere. You know I’m stronger than you and bigger.” He pecked your lips with his own before wrapping his arms around you and turning you so your back was pressed against his front. “Remember last night?” He gestured to the front door of the motel room where, just twelve hours ago, Sam was holding you up against it and viciously fucking into you, whispering dirty things in your ear until you came apart in his arms.

“Yeah,” you whimpered quietly as your mind flooded with the memory of Sam fucking you.

Sam pressed a kiss to your temple and removed his arms from around you, steadying you as you swayed in your spot. “Come on, let’s get going.”

It took several long seconds before your body responded to any commands your brain was making, and Sam was already out the door. Quickly grabbing your coat, you followed after him, and made it outside right as he was sliding into the passenger’s seat of the Impala. Dean was in the driver’s seat, impatiently drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, and you smiled sheepishly at him before you made your way around the car and slipped into the spot behind Sam in the back.

“What the hell took you two so long?” Dean questioned, putting the car in reverse and gunning it out of the motel parking lot.

“I don’t know, ask Sam,” you replied, meeting eyes with Dean in the rear view mirror and sticking your tongue out.

Dean glanced at his brother, who only shrugged. “I was sewing up a part of my suit jacket. It ripped when I was putting it on.”

“Sammy the seamstress,” Dean chided, earning a patented bitchface from Sam. “Does that mean you’ll sew my clothes, too?”

“Have you seen Sam’s stitches, Dean? I don’t think I’d want him sewing anything, let alone my clothes,” you sassed from the back seat, earning a deep chuckle from Dean. Sam turned around in his seat and glared at you, betrayal in his eyes.

You were definitely going to pay for that.

Thankfully, Dean clicked the radio and dissolved the tension with some horribly off-key karaoke to AC/DC for the rest of the ride to this woman’s shop.

Several unexplained and bloody deaths in town drew the three of you there to begin with, and after coming up empty on every lead, you were desperate. When this woman, Agnes Stull, reached out and said she might have some information, you all but jumped at it. Dean was cautious about her, Sam was optimistic, and you were the glue that held the Winchesters together.

After a quick drive across town, Dean parked the Impala on the side of the road in front of an old bakery; apparently Agnes was the owner and preferred the three of you come to her job instead of her home. When you exited the car, you rolled your eyes at the deep exaggerated inhale that came from Dean.

“Mmm, I smell pie,” he smiled, licking his lips.

“Dean, we’re here to work, not eat,” Sam scolded, checking his watch. “Come on, we’re five minutes late.”

“And whose fault is that, Sammy?” Dean retorted.

Sam ignored his reply and you smiled at Dean, appreciating the wildly entertaining brotherly sass that was common between them. Following Sam, all three of you walked into the door of the bakery, a small bell hanging from the door hinge ringing to signal your entrance. The smell of pastries and freshly baked bread made you close your eyes and smile, and you caught Dean doing the same out of the corner of your eye.

“How can I help you?” a cheerful voice chirped from behind the counter, making you open your eyes.

“Hi there, we’re looking for Agnes?” Sam replied, flashing his badge. “We’re the FBI agents she requested to speak with.”

“Oh, I’m Delilah. Agnes is in the back, go through those doors over there,” she pointed to a set of double doors across the shop on the opposite wall, “and you’ll find her.”

Nodding your thanks, you followed the boys as they walked over and stepped through the doors. Like Delilah had said, Agnes was sitting on a metal stool in front of a counter, kneading a ball of dough. She looked to be in her late seventies or early eighties, and she glanced up at you when you stepped inside.

“You the suits that were nosing around?” she grunted, voice deep and scratchy.

“Yes we are, ma’am,” Dean confirmed, flashing her a smile.

Agnes grunted and landed a hard punch to the middle of the dough sitting in front of her. “Don’t smile at me like that. It makes you look slow, boy.”

Right when Dean was about to counter her feigned insult, Agnes reared her head back and sneezed… directly onto the dough that was scattered across the table. She looked up at Dean and wiped a sleeve under her nose, raising an eyebrow at him as she continued to knead.

Dean’s grin instantly disappeared and he opened his mouth in a silent horrified scream. Thankfully, Sam was there to step in for his speechless brother. “So, what information did you have for us?”

“The last kid that bit it,” she waved her hand around, “whatever his name was. He used to work here as a cleaner. You know, dishes, sweeping, mopping… that shit.”

“Okay…” Sam said slowly.

“Don’t sass me, Redwood,” Agnes snapped, making Sam’s head jerk back in surprise. “I was just gonna let you know that back when he worked here, he ran with a bad crowd. Gangs, drugs, all of that bullshit. So his death might be related to that.”

Sam was still stunned to silence, just like Dean, so you stepped forward. “Thank you Agnes, but there are three victims that match the M.O. and there were no commonalities between the victims, and that includes gang affiliation. That, and most gangs opt for executions… these victims were… well, they were brutally slaughtered.”

Your skill as a hunter was second to your skills at reading body language, and you didn’t miss the small twitch of a smile on Agnes’ mouth after you finished speaking. Before you even had a chance to warn the Winchesters, Agnes stood up and reached into her mouth, pulling her dentures free. Dean was frozen in his spot as she reached out and plopped her slobber-coated dentures right into his palm.

It took a few long seconds for Dean’s brain to catch up with the action, and he immediately flailed, throwing the dentures in the air while gagging, frantically wiping his hand on his pant leg. “What the fuck?!”

Agnes faced you and snarled, several sets of sharp fangs protruding from her gums, making all three of you draw your guns. “God damn hunters, why can’t you just take a lead and fuck off?”

“Not a vampire,” you whispered, clicking the hammer back on your pistol.

“I’m a Manticore, fuck nuggets. I was enjoying retirement, but mama got hungry,” she said, patting her stomach with blue tinted claws jutting from the end of black fingertips. “That, and who knew blood added to cherry pie tasted so good.”

“Bitch!” Dean gasped, cocking his gun and pulling the trigger.

All three of you unloaded each of your clips into the monster. Dean had witch killing bullets, Sam had holy oil bullets, and you had the standard silver. It wasn’t intentional to have different ammo, but you hoped at least one of the special kinds of ammunition would kill a Manticore.

The Manticore hissed and growled, lunging at you while you fired, but one of the ammo types appeared to be working and she crumpled to the ground a few feet shy of you. You and Sam stopped firing when she hit the ground, but Dean fired two more shots into her corpse, a double tap to the head.

“Dean, she’s dead,” you said, holding out your hand.

He went to fire again, but his gun clicked and he growled, spinning to face you. “That lady handed me her false teeth, right out of her mouth!” He shuddered and made a noise of disgust. “And let’s not forget her sneezing on stuff… or what she did to the sanctity of cherry pie!”

Sam rolled his eyes and you laughed, making Dean huff in annoyance right when the door behind you burst open, revealing a wide-eyed Delilah.

“Agnes?!”

Sam stepped in front of her, holding out a palm to stop her from advancing further into the room. “Sorry, Delilah. Agnes killed those three people in town. She… she poisoned them with some kind of psychedelic drug that thinned their blood while making them brutally kill themselves. She tried to kill us and we had no choice.”

Delilah pressed a hand against her mouth as tears welled in her eyes. “Oh no. She… she killed those people? Why?”

“We don’t know, possibly dementia? She confessed to the killings right before she lunged at us with a knife,” you said, tucking your gun into the waistband in the back of your pants.

“She was a mean old lady,” Delilah whispered. “I guess life finally caught up with her.” She looked up and her eyes darted around. “What should I do now?”

“We’re going to take care of her. You own the shop from this point on, just make sure you throw out everything you have in the store right now,” Dean commanded, pointing a finger at her. “Especially any cherry pie.”

“Shouldn’t I call the police?” Delilah asked, mindlessly depositing the blood spray covered dough balls into the trash can.

“We work for a special part of the FBI, and this is not the first time Agnes has done this. She was a dangerous serial killer. It’s better for everyone if she just disappears, okay?” Sam placed a hand on Delilah’s shoulders and met her eyes. “We’ll help you clean up.”

“We will?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, we will,” Sam confirmed through gritted teeth.

With four people, the shop only took about an hour to clean up. All the pastries were thrown out and the blood was cleaned up from the back room. While Sam and Dean were moving Agnes’ body to the back if the Impala to burn somewhere far away from here, you helped Delilah sort the ownership papers and other documents in the small office inside the store. Luckily, Delilah had part ownership in the business so there was no paperwork that had to be forged. You told her to report Agnes missing in a few days, just to cover herself.

Once the Winchesters came back inside and said goodbye to Delilah, you all climbed back into the Impala and after a pit stop to some random forest about forty miles outside of town, you drove back to the motel. First one through the door, you immediately shuffled to yours and Sam’s bed and flopped down on your stomach.

“I’m gonna head out and try to forget what that crazy bitch did by drinking my body weight in whiskey. Anyone want to join?” Dean announced, grabbing his jacket.

“Nah, I’m beat, thanks though,” you said through a yawn. “If you come back with a bar skank, get another room, will ya?”

“What do you think the back seat of the Impala is for, Y/N?” Dean said, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Huh. I thought it was just for me and Sam,” you sassed, laughing at the disgusted grunt from Dean.

“You two better not be -”

“Dean, relax. She’s kidding,” Sam interrupted. “Have fun at the bar. I’m wiped out and I’m gonna sleep, too.”

“Whatever,” Dean grumbled, exiting the motel room door, letting it slam behind him.

Once the Impala roared to life and disappeared from the parking lot, Sam slid into your bed and gathered you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your lips. You sat in a comfortable silence, taking deep breaths of Sam’s familiar scent while his warmth radiated into your body.

“So, I may have snuck into one of the shops near the bakery before we left,” Sam admitted, making you pull back and look up at him.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I got some of those novelty chattering teeth. Was gonna leave them in his bed,” Sam grinned.

Throwing your head back, you laughed so hard you snorted, making Sam laugh even harder, too. “You’re so bad. He’s gonna kill you,” you said between fits of giggles.

“Yeah, maybe. But you love when I’m bad,” he purred, pulling you against him again, grinding his hips forward and pressing his bulge against you.

“Yeah, I do,” you whispered back, but it was cut off by a squeal when Sam moved, shifting you so you were under him and he was hovering over you, braced on his elbows.

Sam captured your lips in a kiss, and the entire hunt dissolved into a foggy memory as he rutted against you, making your entire body tingle with what you knew was to come.

“Don’t think I forgot about your comment about my stitches. You’re gonna pay for that,” Sam murmured, nipping at the skin on your neck.

“Mmm,” you hummed, “I can’t wait.”

Forevers [CLOSED]: @katymacsupernatural @queen-of-deans-booty @your-modern-shakespeare @wheresthekillswitch @holyfuckloueh @just-another-busy-fangirl @growningupgeek @trashimaginezblog @jensen-gal @spnbaby-67 @mizzezm @there-must-be-a-lock @atc74 @pilaxia @supernatural-jackles @impala-dreamer @bambi95-blog @wonderfulworldofwinchester @batmmgray @brooke-supernatural16 @dwgrl1903 @hey-bxtch @turnttoverr @kittenofdoomage @leanbeankeane @emoryhemsworth @xalgaliareptx @mhnfatima @bi-e-ne @speakinvain @pebblesz892 @kararanae23 @kassablanca13 @mogaruke @tockettt @imagining-supernatural @wildefire @serienjunkiegirl @alexwinchester23 @mrswhozeewhatsis @stars-and-seas @jaremish @ellen-reincarnated1967 @nyxveracity @andkatiethings @bamby0304 @deathtonormalcy56 @winchesterprincessbride @moonstar86 @missihart23 @mrs-meghan-winchester @miss-rebel-without-applause @dean-winchesters-bacon @curly-haired-disaster

Sam: @ronja-uebrick @hunterswearingplaid @focusonspn

[kyliehorsegirl]

In The Air Tonight (Michael Langdon x Reader) REQUEST!

This was requested by @arealmermaid

WARNINGS: Smut, blood and religion?

Michael Langdon x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2459

Listen to: In The Air Tonight- cover By In This Moment 

The thought of dying a virgin wasn’t a pressing matter for Y/n.  She was the purest lily-white creature this world had ever seen. Being raised in a traditional Christian household, she never did wrong. When it’s said she never did wrong, she did not have a single sinful bone in her body. It was almost concerning to her parents. They never had to punish her, she always caught on very fast. Doing any good she could to never be punished.

 She had to be homeschooled shortly after her elementary years. The kids didn’t like a goodie two shoes. Y/n didn’t have many friends. Everyone that encountered her was weirded out by her pureness. Not only was she pure of heart, soul, body and mind, she pure in how she dressed. Y/n adorned herself only in bright colors, mostly white, but every now and again she would wear pastels.

 She attended church every Sunday. Y/n had her own bible that was gifted to her on her 16th birthday. It was a medium sized bible with leather covers and her name engraved in gold on the right-hand corner. She carried it everywhere she went.  

 At the age of 18, Y/n was granted the opportunity to have a job. The only job she wanted was with the church. Her parents talked with the pastor asking permission. It was not something the church typically did, but for Y/n, they would make an exception. She worked hard at the church, harder than anyone else. She was so perfect, other members of the church became envious of her.

 By age 20 she had worked for the church for 2 years, she later became a member on the church’s council. Now, that typically wasn’t allowed, but for Y/n they made an exception.

 When she turned 21, even her parents offered to buy her, her first drink. She kindly refused. Even though Jesus drank wine in the bible. She never wanted to taint herself. No tattoos, no piercings, no cigarettes and no alcohol.

 A year later is when the missile struck. Y/n’s parents could never have afforded the tickets to outpost 3. However, the church came together and bought a ticket for her. Someone too good for this world didn’t deserve to die.

 A large militant truck was waiting to take Y/n away.

 “I don’t want to go mama.” She sobbed, abruptly halting her packing. Her mom rushed to the bedside taking both of Y/n’s hands in hers.

“Y/n sweetheart. You are too good for this world. The church has paid for you to go to a safe haven. You must go Y/n. Don’t make those people wait.” She holds Y/n to her, letting a few tears fall. They get her packed up and send her off with the strangely dressed men. She bid her parents a forever farewell.

 The ride to wherever she was going was terrifying, at least for her. If a car ride had turbulence, this would be it. This by no means was a gentle ride. She was strapped in tightly and rather uncomfortable. Shaking she looked around seeing nothing but stoic faces around her. She didn’t realize her life would never be the same.

 Shockingly Y/n was a purple. She didn’t feel like she deserved this status. The elites, better than the grays. To be perfectly honest, she would’ve preferred to be a gray. To serve and do good. There was nothing for her to do. Of course, she would not complain. She was so grateful for the opportunity to be here. Her loved ones did everything in her power to make sure she would survive.

 What was she supposed to do? The same routine went on, the same songs played. It was a living nightmare, she would never admit that. She truly felt alone. Mr. Gallant had his grandmother and Coco. Coco had Mr. Gallant and Mallory. Dinah had her son and her son had Stu. That was until Stu was, well stew.

 The same routines dragged on for the next year and a half. Y/n had no track of time. She found her cheery and positive disposition fading with everyday that passed. She was upset with herself, she tried to speak out to God. She never seemed to get ahold of him. There was no comfort in this dark place. Until one day, everything changed.

 The ‘meals’ were not only cut in half but now, they were forced to abstain from breakfast. There was a chorus of complaints and whining. Her heart was hurting. Would it have been better to die? She would be with her family at least.

 Sirens wailed and lights flashed. Almost instantly after Mr. Gallant threw a fit over the ‘food’ situation. Y/n was terrified. She was terrified of everything. The eerie sense of loneliness she had, these flashing lights and loud sirens. Her eyes were wide and her breath was ragged. She was not typically one for panic attacks, but this warranted it. There were a few eye rolls from the group, seeing her distress. Mallory rushed to her side rubbing her back encouraging her that everything would be ok.

 No one wanted anything to do with a whiny baby. She was alone in room after some time waiting for dinner. She heard some rustling in her closet. With a false sense of courage, she made her way to the source of the sound. Snakes of all sizes emerged, slithering across the floor. She let out an ear-piercing shriek as Ms. Meade and the large guard made their way into her room.

“What’s going on in here?” Meade asked

 “Th-there’s, s-snakes.” Y/n scooted herself all the way up to her headboard sobbing. She let out another shriek as Meade struck the floor with a knife, beheading a snake.

 “Looks like good eating.” Meade has a redneck twang to her. Y/n scrunches her face up in disgust.

 Seated at the dinner table, everyone looked at the bowls of snake soup on the table. Lifting up their lids the snakes come to life. Y/n shoves herself out of her chair.

 “Would you sit down Y/n.” Mrs. Venable ordered her sternly. Y/n took a deep breath and slowly seated herself once again.

 “Who’s in your office.” Everyone whips their heads in the direction of Emily, completely changing the subject.

 Mrs. Venable stayed silent unwilling to answer her question. Y/n had a sense of something, she didn’t know what it was. What ever she was feeling, gave her a sense of calm. The sound of a large oak door closing alerted everyone to the top of the staircase. Everyone had their breath taken from them seeing the mysterious intruder. He was beautiful. An angel. No, not an angel.

 The man stands tall with phenomenal posture. He his hair cascades down forming luxurious gold curls. The man’s attire is similar to what everyone else is wearing. However, he is dressed in all black.

“My name is Langdon and I represent The Corporative. I’m not going to sugarcoat the situation. Humanity is on the brink of failure. My arrival here is crucial to the survival of civilized life on Earth.” His voice is silky smooth. He looks to each and every person in the room. Y/n tunes out what he says. In awe of him. Something about him terrifies her, but what doesn’t.

 “Once everyone is fully with us I can continue.” He speaks in the direction of Y/n. She jumps noticing all eyes on her.

 “O, um I’m sorry.” Thoroughly embarrassed.  Langdon hums in response continuing his speech.

 “The three other compounds in Syracuse, New York, Beckley, West Virginia and San Angelo, Texas have been overrun and destroyed. We have had no contact from the six international outposts, but we are assuming that they too, have been eliminated.” He paused allowing everyone to marinate on the current information. He stands taller beginning the next sequence. “There is hope. There is a facility with enough food and rations to last over a decade, a sanctuary if you will. I will be instrumental in choosing who will come with me. Those in sanctuary will play part in rebuilding this world.”

 “I will be deciding who will go with me and who will not.” A sly smirk painted on his lips. His eyes darken, scanning throughout the room.

 “What is this the freaking Hunger Games?” O Coco. Subtle sighs float through the room.

 “You don’t have to be interviewed. Feel free to stay here and die. Either from radiation or hungry cannibals.” He pulls out a glass vial. “Or just pop one of these and you’ll be free from pain. I look forward to meeting each and every one of you.”

 “I’ll go first.” Mr. Gallant says nonchalantly.

 “And so you shall.” Langdon drags out each syllable

 The interviews go rather quickly. Y/n sees Mr. Gallant exit the office with a haughty expression. She stays quiet and careful watching how people go in, versus how they come out. When Mallory is interviewed, Y/n is near the room when she hears screams. Those screams are Mallory. With a great deal of worry she brings herself closer to the door.

 “Who are you?” She hears Langdon ask.

 “I don’t know. Who are you?” Mallory retorts back. Y/n feels quick steps as Mallory runs out of the room colliding into her.

 “I’m sorry Y/n.” she hurries out an apology as she picks herself up and continues running. Y/n sits up on her elbows glancing to the door. She sees Langdon appear by the door with an expression she can’t read. He takes a short glance at her before closing the door.

 After some time, her curiosity gets the better of her. She makes her way back to Langdon’s office. Drawn to him. For reasons she does not know. She allows a gentle knock at the door. Hearing nothing, she makes a bold move and opens the door. She tiptoes lightly through the room. Y/n hears Langdon talking to someone, but it’s a one-sided conversation. She peaks around the corner to see Langdon on his knees, blood everywhere, he’s naked. A harsh blush emerges onto her cheeks.

 “Ava Satanas” His eyes are black. She braces herself with her back against the wall. Trying to calm her breathing she makes a step to head to the door.

 “I know you’re there Y/n.” She hears his sensual voice purr at her. Her breath hitches.

 “Come here.” Is that an order?

 “Now.” Taking a deep breath, she shows herself. The blush returning to her face. She tries to keep her eyes everywhere other than him.

 “How about we begin our interview right now.” He tilts his head up to her.

 “O no that’s ok, I see that I interrupted you. I’ll just uh, leave you alone.” Y/n’s voice is shaking, she is shaking.

 “No we are going to take this opportunity. How does this make you feel?” He runs his hands all over his body. She feels a heat below her stomach. This is not a feeling she has felt before, rather allowed to feel.

 “Well, honestly? I’m terrified sir. I don’t really know how else I feel about this.” She brings her arms closer to her. Maybe she can make herself small enough to disappear.

 “I think you feel something you don’t understand, is that correct?” His voice is so alluring.

 “Yeah, I don’t know how to describe it.” She finds herself drawing in closer, not by her own accord, something is pulling her in.

 “You’re a virgin, Isn’t that right?” He starts to reach his hand out toward her.

 “Y-yes sir.”

 “How about we change that.” He pulls her down to here knees. Y/n’s hands are now covered in blood. She doesn’t know what to think. He pulls her in to the circle of blood with him. Langdon shifts around her so that she is in the middle of the circle on her knees, and he is right behind her. He strokes her cheek with his long fingers. He cups her throat and leans her into him. She melts into his warm skin feeling a swarm of comfort overwhelm her. He peppers kisses along her neck, pulling down the zipper of her dress.

 “Trust me pet.” He lets her hair down, stopping any worried thought she has. He slips her dress down leaving her in a slip. He gently nips at her neck. Her eyes snap open, not believing herself. Langdon comforts her once again, convincing her what she is doing is ok. He runs a hand down her spine causing her to shiver.

 Slipping fingers between her legs he feels how slick she is.

 “You are so good for me. You will be mine darling.” The other hand glides across her front, bringing a trail of blood with it. She moans feeling the smooth texture of the blood on her neck. He slowly slips his fingers into her. She arches her back leaning her head onto his shoulder. Y/n has never felt this before, but she likes it. She sits down on his fingers to get a deeper feeling. When she is shaking beyond all control close to her release he yanks his fingers out of her.

 She cries in response. Instead of acknowledging her protests he shoves her onto the ground. He tosses the dress somewhere in the room. Crawling on top of her he pulls her slip down, tossing it with the dress. Leaving her completely nude he takes a moment to look at her. His eyes wander over her body. He kisses down from her chest, to her abdomen, kissing each thigh and finally licking along her slit.

 She cries out in pleasure. He lines up and punctures her core. He thrusts into her as she screams. He runs a bloody hand up her abdomen and to her throat. He gives it a tight squeeze eliciting a moan from her lips.

“Say my name when you scream.” Langdon growls in her ear, pressing harder on her throat.

 “O god, Michael.” She screams for him. Knowing his name without any prompting. He throws his head back and closes his eyes, soaking in her moans.

 “You are mine now Y/n.” he pumps himself into her, chasing his release. She too can feel her release coming.

 Closing into her fate, her eyes snap open, solid white. She screams as a sonic boom of power spreads throughout the room, breaking and glass possible. Things shatter everywhere. Michael’s eyes widen in shock, then darken as he realized what he just did.

 He removes himself from her. Her eyes still solid white. Michael hovers over her and leans to whisper in her ear.

 “You’re tainted now little angel.” He kisses her ear and her eyes return to their normal color.

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Hope you guys enjoyed this oneshot!

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A/N: Request from anon. I love the thought of vampire!Kylo so much, seriously. So… there we go. The darker the better, right? ;-)

6th October: My possession. 👤 | feat. Kylo Ren

Words: 2459 Warnings: vampire!Kylo, abduction, mentions of violence, blood play, smut, non-con

“So you must be Resistance’s new precious and yet so defenceless secret weapon.” It was a deep voice that pulled you from unconsciousness, having you moan in agony as you felt a sharp pain in your skull. That stormtrooper must have hit you harder than you had anticipated.

Blinking, you look around you. The room you were in now was only dimly lit. Metal walls surrounded your restrained form, matching the uncomfortable chair you were sitting in.

Instantly, you struggled, but no matter how much you attempted to move your weakened limbs, they remained in place.

“I’m not defenceless. And I am no secret weapon. It was you who ordered the stormtroopers to abduct me then, I assume?” Though you couldn’t see the person you were talking to, you fought to remain brave. Showing your enemies your fear would only make it worse.

“Precisely,” There was a mechanic tone to the stranger’s voice. Was he wearing a helmet? A mask? No. It couldn’t be. Not him. Please no. Feeling more and more suspicious with every second that passed, you tried to turn your head, only to cry out in pain once more. They really had beaten you up badly. But there was something else you were feeling. It was painstaking, gushing fear, boiling in your stomach.

There was this one, dangerous man the Resistance had told you about. Wearing a mask to hide his face, ruthless and cruel, a former Jedi apprentice and child of General Organa and Han Solo… and there were rumours. Terrifying rumours of him being a blood-sucking monster. Of him being a vampire.

The stranger stepped into your field of view the moment you thought his name. It was him then. Kylo Ren. You swallowed when you anxiously realised you were in deep trouble. Deadly trouble.

“You know who I am then.” He declared, fists clenched as he stared down at you. At least you presumed he was staring at you. Just as well could he have been looking at the door leading to freedom right behind your tied up body.

“W-whatever you heard about me… I’m not precious at all. I’m just a member of the Resistance. I don’t even have any useful information for you.” Biting your lower lip, you paused. Don’t show him your fear. Vampires can smell fear, can’t they? “And I wouldn’t tell you even if I did.” You added boldly.

Kylo tilted his head. “You’re so right. You’re not precious at all.” He started walking around, making you follow him with your eyes in a terrified manner. “But you see, the Resistance has one great weakness.”

Almost offended by his words, you frowned, gesturing him to continue. “And what would that weakness be?”

“They care.” He simply said.

“They care?”

“They care about what happens to their beloved ones. Most of the time, that is.” He paused, almost as if he was remembering something. “It won’t take long until a squad will be sent out to rescue you. And we… will be waiting for them. One by one, the Resistance will be wiped out.”

“You haven’t thought this through sufficiently. The Resistance isn’t stupid. They will prepare to attack you and keep their most important people close, out of your reach.” You countered, pressing your lips together to hold back the swear words you had wanted to add, however, you were pretty sure Kylo was able to hear your thoughts and thus your silent words as well anyway.

“We’ll see.” He was surprisingly calm. “Until then, you will honour us with your presence.” He mocked.

“So you’re going to keep me hostage.” You stated dryly, biting back the fear crawling through your body and clenching at your guts like fists made of steel.

“You’ll be my guest. I’ll have you escorted to my private quarters in the meantime. There is no need for you to… dwell in here.”

If you’d been in trouble before, you were now certain you were dead. If what they said about him was true… he would suck you dry. For God’s sake, you didn���t even know what your killer looked like!

“Don’t you worry, little girl. You’ll see my face soon enough.”

Kylo’s private quarters were quite impressive. They were huge, spacious and luxurious, decorated sparsely with black furniture. It was a rather depressing place than something one would call home, however, you knew that it could have been worse.

Shortly after one of the nameless stormtroopers had locked you in here, you felt an intimidating and eerie presence behind you. You didn’t have to turn around to learn who it was. How did he even get in here this quiet? You hadn’t heard the doors open.

“You’d do well to keep me alive until the Resistance shows up. If I die, your plan is ruined.” You choked out, your bravery slipping away from you with every breath you took.

“I am aware. When they arrive, they will find you fully intact.” His robotic voice informed you, showing only the hint of mockery. “Or at least… almost,”

You swallowed in an attempt to suppress your fear.

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“Your thoughts tell me different, little girl.” There it was again. It was like he had ignited a smouldering spark inside of you and you gritted your teeth as biting anger took over. Little girl. You doubted you’d survive this so you could just as well die with dignity, remembered as someone who fought bravely against their enemies in order to protect what’s right until the bitter end.

“I prefer being called by my name.” You spat, clenching your fists and almost copying him in the process. A small hiss echoed through the air as he breathed out slowly. He placed his gloved fingers on his helmet before he took it off.

It was hard to concentrate on his words when you caught a glimpse of his profile. Black curly hair, full lips… an almost gentle expression on his face… he was… beautiful and most of all, he didn’t look ruthless or cruel at all until you looked him in the eye. They were blood red, glowing in the dimly lit quarters. He really was a vampire. Was he stunning you already? How could you remain so calm and not scream and run away? How did you just stand there looking at him in awe, fascinated by him?

“Maybe. But to me, you’re only a Resistance soldier. My troopers and I will treat you that way.” Anonymity. It gave him a certain power. It was easier mistreating and killing people if you didn’t know them personally. Maybe deep inside, he had something like a good heart—a tainted one—but good.

He could hear your heartbeat. Of course he could, it was louder than a steam hammer and yet, hope flooded your veins.

“Then why did you bring me here?” You motioned around the dark quarters, trying to keep your hands from shaking too much.

“Do you know why my eyes are red, little girl?”

Hunger, you thought, your heart now skipping a beat.

“Yes. Hunger. Desire. I said I wouldn’t harm you… not in a conventional way, anyway. It’s been a while since I had a beautiful young woman all to myself.”

Creepily slow, he approached you, taking one step after another and circling you like he was checking what part of you would taste best. You still stood there, frozen. Had he used the Force on you? You felt so light… so worriless. Vampires who were skilled Force users certainly were the deadliest mixture. You wondered why he had chosen to turn into… this.

“Power, little girl. More power,” he replied, reading your mind once more. Finally, his gloved fingers touched your neck, brushing the (Y/H/C) curtain of your hair out of the way to expose your sensitive skin.

He inhaled deeply when you flinched, taking in the smell of your body.

“I can’t move,” you whispered, your eyes filling up with tears. Gone was your bravery, gone was the wish to die with dignity. You were downright scared. Would it hurt? Him sucking your blood out of your body, draining you, weakening you? “Why can’t I move?”

“Because I don’t want you to,” Kylo muttered. His hot breath collided with your skin, sending shivers up and down your spine, his full lips brushed against neck, causing you to flinch once more. It was an atrocious feeling—your body tingling and trembling to no avail.

“Lie down on the bed.” He suddenly ordered. Of course. You would lie down on the bed, you would obey him… your limbs, now tickling you with their own willpower again, didn’t give his command a second thought.

Without hesitation, you moved over to the huge king-size bed and slid onto the black silken sheets. A comfortable bed. He must sleep like a prince every night. Or day… but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t bring yourself to bolt the room, flee from his clutches, his sharp fangs, the red blood lust in his eyes…

Kylo licked his lips. A strangely arousing gesture as he took in your whole body, lying there on full display just for his pleasure and thirst.

It was when he finally climbed on the bed to hover above your hips and grabbed the hem of your dark pants to tear them off, you finally let out a silent scream.

“No! No, please!”

Was he going to rape you?!                    

“My cock won’t go near that pretty pussy of yours, little girl. I merely want a taste of you,” he whispered hoarsely. Impatiently, he ripped your panties off your body, exposing your cunt to him. You blushed. Despite everything that had happened to you today, you blushed, your cheeks turning red and hot under his scrutinising gaze. He was looking at your most intimate parts and he had no right to at all. No man had ever seen your sex and now, Kylo Ren was glancing down at it as if it was some kind of tempting piece of chocolate cake.

Eagerly, he pushed your legs apart, ordering you not to move as you began to struggle. Immediately, you stilled.

What would he do? What would he… oh.

You gasped when you felt his lips on your thigh, working its way to the inside with a steady pace. He wasn’t gonna touch you there with his mouth, was he? He’d said he was hungry. Hungry for… for… for what?!

“Be a good little girl for me,” he murmured against your thigh. “Then maybe I’ll let you cum.”

What?! How would you cum from this? You were absolutely terrified!

“Please, no, stop, I… ahh!” Yelling out in pure agony, your eyes widened when you felt the sharp pain cursing through your thigh and spreading in your whole leg.

Kylo had sunken his teeth, his pointy fangs, into the inside of your right thigh, sucking and licking and drinking everything you gave him. Blood was dripping from the wound right into his mouth as he swallowed with relish, closing his blood red eyes.

You still couldn’t move but only endure the torture until it ended. How long would it take until the Resistance would save you? Would they come at all to take the risk?

But there was something else filling up your body. Something warm, something relaxing, with jolts of thrills shooting right… between your legs?!

You… you were getting wet! Your cunt was throbbing, dripping within seconds and growing hotter with every sip of blood he took. Was he doing this to you? Was he luring your body into arousal? What for?

When Kylo retreated, you breathed in sharply at the loss of his warm mouth on your skin, leaving you trembling and shaking in pleasure, your fear wiped from existence, even when you saw your blood staining his lips and dropping from the corners of his mouth.

“Blood tastes delightful when the source is afraid but it tastes even better when it’s aroused.” He explained. He was still hovering between your legs, his breath blowing gently on your glistening folds. They were, along with your needy clit, begging for attention.

“I-I’m n-not a-ar-aroused,” you stuttered in an attempt to sound defiant, your voice shaking so much you struggled to breathe properly. You didn’t even believe yourself but right now, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel something like shame. You needed relief. Somehow, anyhow!

“Yes, you are, little girl. I can see you soaking for me.” You screamed in surprise when he suddenly pressed his mouth on your sex, sliding his tongue over your slit up to your little nub where he rested for a while before lapping up some of your juices to use them as lubricant.

Soon, he was eating you furiously, sucking and nibbling at your clit, massaging your folds with his teeth, biting you gently and fucking you with his tongue. You could feel his sharp fangs scratching against your slick flesh, the coolness of his inhaling, the hotness of his exhaling. Your blood was spread all over your pussy now, only adding to your arousal as he allowed you to move your hands to clench at the black silken bed sheets beneath you. You were climbing the ladder of climax, the knot in your stomach tightening with every stroke of his luscious tongue.

No. No, you couldn’t possibly… you moaned.

“I know you want to cum. You can’t suppress it. Cum! Cum for me, little girl.”

Your orgasm rippled through you like electricity, surging you from the inside out. It was like a bonfire burning between your legs as you pulsated, throbbed and clenched around his tongue, your walls milking it relentlessly until you saw stars.

Half an eternity later, so it seemed, you finally came down from your high, a panting and sweating mess underneath him.

“Good girl,” he murmured, retreating from between your legs to lie down beside you. He wasn’t controlling you anymore, however, there was no strength left in you to escape. So you simply lay there, limply, letting him pull you into his arms. His eyes… were back to normal. A deep brown that let you see a brokenness he tried to hide from the world.

Thinking about it made you tired… so tired… so weak. You fought to stay awake, though your mind was clouded and your head seemed to be surrounded by white cotton candy, numbing all of your senses. Was it the blood loss? The intensity of your climax?

“You taste ravishing, little girl. I might just keep you as my toy. Supreme Leader Snoke would approve on something to vent my spleen on after training.” He murmured, shortly before you drifted off to sleep, relieved and defeated.

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👉 Many other destinations available

🗓 Dates: We can arrange almost any dates in 2021, 2022 and 2023

🕛 7 nights. Other number of nights could be arranged

What's included?

🔸 Return ✈️ Flights from London

🔸 Transfers 🚘

🔸 All-Inclusive accommodation in very good hotels

✈️ Flights from other UK 🇬🇧 or international airports on request

💲 Price based on 2 people sharing a room (all welcomed)

☎️ 07510 802413 or 01902 900897

💻 bookings@worldlifetimejourneys.com or worldlifetimejourneys2015@gmail.com

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