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[lostgirlfandom]

Dad's Got Your Back

Pairing: Father!Hannibal x GN!Teen!Reader

Warnings: mentions of violence

Words: 594

Your dad was going to be so mad when you got home.  

The fact that your clothes were torn in places and your face was bruised over your right eye and cheek. A split lip and a small scrap at your hairline had a bead of blood that was dried on your forehead. There were also bruises lining your right jawline and scraps on your elbows from when you fell.  

You hated the kids at school. Especially the ones that didn’t like how quiet you were and barely showed emotion... very much like your father. And so, some of the other students thought that was weird. And some students can be cruel.  

Your father was also more than likely going to retaliate with your help if he asked for it. Just like your father, your anger was quiet and came when they least expected it. Very unpredictable.  

-

Getting off the bus at the drop off corner, you walked down the street to the house with your bag on your shoulder. One of your arms was across your stomach as it twinge with pain every time you moved a certain way.  

Walking the block and a half to the house, you sighed as you realized that your dad was going to be pissed. Your head was down as you took your key out and unlocked the door and walked in.  

You kept your head down as you took your shoes off and put your bag down on the hallway hook for your bag. You started to head towards the stairs but you were cut off by your father in the kitchen entrance way with a towel in his hands, cleaning them.  

You didn’t greet him like you usually do... which made him suspicious.  

“Y/N...” his tone of voice made you freeze with your foot on the first step of the stairs.  

“Hi, dad.” You spoke softly as you took your foot off the step and turned halfway to him. Your head was tilted down.  

You heard his footsteps as he walked to stand next to you. Without saying anything, he took your chin and tilted it back up and towards him. “Never lower your head to anyone.” He told you as he examined your face. You looked into his eyes for a brief moment before looking at his forehead, never fully able to look into his eyes for very long.  

But you did notice his eyes turning hard and cold as he took in the damage.  

You sighed as he chucked your chin. “Bathroom. I’ll have to clean it. And while I’m doing that, you’ll tell me all about what happened.” He told you as he turned your body to head to the dining room, putting his hand on your shoulders to sit you down before going to get the first aid kit.  

Sighing, you stared at the wall.  

-

He came back with the kit and set about cleaning you up. He stayed silent, knowing you will eventually talk about it.  

Which you did.  

And his mask slowly got harder and colder as you explained the other teens at school not liking the fact on how well behaved or stoic you were.

As he finished cleaning you up, he sighed and nodded. “I believe it’s time to stock up again, Y/N.” he smirked and chucked your chin again. “You’ll help me, won’t you.”  

You gave tight grin and nodded.  

He leaned forward and kissed your forehead, at your hairline where the injury was. Your eyes closed and you smirked internally.  

Like father, like child.  

[findmeinasunshower]

𝑩𝒐𝒘𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒔: 𝑵𝒆𝒘𝒕 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓

word-count: 2k

summary: Mr. Scamander introduces you to his bowtruckle...and he may or may not be falling for you as he does.

warnings: none :)

“You have a bowtruckle in your pocket.”

Newt halts in his fiddling with the locks on his case and looks up at you through the wispy, caramel hair that’s constantly obscuring his eyes from your view. You’re perched on one of Tina and Queenie’s dining room chairs. Jacob carried it into the living room for you earlier when you all first arrived. Newt had offered you his seat on the well-worn, but plush lounge, but you had refused, stating that you can handle having a conversation without a cushion, thank you very much. 

Your legs are crossed daintily at the ankles, and you lean forward as you consider Newt. Or, more specifically, Pickett, who has clambered up his shoulder to huddle shyly behind his neck. Only the creature’s eyes and the sprig on top of his head can be seen, and you smile sweetly when you make eye contact. Newt blinks at the way your perfectly curled hair flutters around your eyes like curtains in the breeze when you move. He can tell you’re curious, and realizes that you’ve never seen a bowtruckle before. The corner of his mouth turns up fondly at the thought.

“That I do,” he responds, shifting in his crouch as he finishes locking up his case.

“Why?”

Newt finds himself blinking once again at the bluntness of your question, and he tilts his head up to look at you fully. Your gaze meets his inquisitively, and he’s quick to look back down before you can see the blush spreading across his cheeks. He rolls out of his crouch with a small sigh until he’s sitting on the ground with his back against the lounge, legs spread out in front of him. “Well,” he starts, “I keep bowtruckles in my case, but Pickett has what Queenie calls ‘attachment issues.’”

You raise your eyebrows and an amused smile creeps across your face. “Attachment issues,” you repeat, encouraging him to elaborate.

Newt backtracks, eyes flicking to the ceiling as he thinks of a way to explain. He holds his hand up in front of his shoulder, encouraging Pickett to wrap his spindly limbs around his thumb and pull himself up. Once his little friend is standing comfortably on his palm, Newt runs a gentle finger over the sprout at the top of his head. “He doesn’t like his tree,” he clarifies simply.

You chuckle softly and lean forward out of your chair to get a closer look. “But aren’t bowtruckles guardians of their trees?” you ask. A pleased warmth spreads through Link’s chest at your knowledge of one of his creatures. You laugh again when he nods in confirmation. “Why doesn’t he like his tree?”

“He says the other bowtruckles bully him.” Newt shifts to cradle Pickett in both of his hands and sits up, crossing his legs. He regards you with a small smirk, green eyes twinkling with mischief. “But I have a suspicion that he’s actually just sensitive.” He whispers the last part as if it’s a secret, making you giggle and Pickett whirl around to glare adorably at his keeper. 

Newt frowns right back down at him. “What?” he asks incredulously. “You and I both know it’s true.” You’re absolutely delighted when the bowtruckle blows a raspberry, and Newt rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “Again, that behavior is so beneath you, Pickett.”

You snicker and slide off of the dining chair and to the floor so you’re sitting next to Newt on one hip, with both of your legs folded on top of each other. The magizoologist flushes bright red from the tips of his ears to his chest when you settle next to him, despite you maintaining a respectable distance between the two of you. He’s glad you’re too occupied with mesmerizing Pickett to notice his current state—The little creature had shied away from you when you first moved closer, but now he’s watching in fascination as you conjure flowers about the size of the pads of Newt’s fingers out of the tip of your wand. Pickett watches them all the way as they shoot up to the ceiling only to gently float back down to the floor. 

“So,” You shoot a baby blue flower across the room, causing Pickett to reel around in search of it, “Does that make you Pickett’s tree?”

Newt whips his head around to look at you with wide, green eyes. “What?” he splutters. You grin at his reaction and unthinkingly magick an array of tiny, yellow flowers to rain around Pickett. The soft petals tickle Newt’s hands when the flowers land in them, and he finds he quite likes the feeling.

“Like I said,” you continue, “bowtruckles live to guard their trees. And if Pickett is always with you…” You fix him with a teasing smile underneath your lashes, “...that makes you his tree.”

Newt gapes at you, jaw moving up and down as he tries in vain to come up with something to respond with. What does one say when a beautiful acquaintance compares you to a tree? He swallows to clear his dry mouth and mumbles: “I suppose it does.”

Your lips spread into a wide smile and you snicker giddily at the baffled expression on the magizoologist’s face. At this point, Pickett has clambered up the lapels of Newt’s white collared shirt so he’s perched on his collarbone. And while you look back at the creature, Newt finds it impossible for him to tear his gaze from you. You twirl your fingers in a “hello” to Pickett, and if his heart wasn’t already melting at that small movement, the way your nose crinkles when you smile warms him completely. Newt’s mouth twitches up once again, and this time a glint of his teeth shines through his smile. 

A breathy laugh escapes from his lips when you raise your wand and resume your flower shower. You look back at him at the sound, smile dropping slightly when you see the way Mr. Scamander is looking at you.

You’ve only known him for a couple of days, but from what you’ve seen, he’s never held a significant amount of eye contact with anyone. He tends to keep his head bowed, raising his eyes only for certain amounts of necessary eye contact. This close, you can see flecks of golden-brown hidden in his forest green eyes, like the first hints of autumn that appear in September. You find yourself searching for every last one of the beautiful imperfections while he maintains stunned eye contact with you. You get to see up close as his eyes soften, beholding you as if for the first time.

Newt’s eyes flick down to your lips briefly before raising back up to yours, and your cheeks flame at the minuscule gesture. You look down at your lap in an attempt to hide your flaming cheeks and notice Newt doing the same out of the corner of your eye. 

“Miss (l/n)?” Newt’s quiet, husky voice penetrates your being, and you stop tapping your knee nervously. You look back up at him through your lashes to let him know you heard him and his eyes falter from his own lap to your eyes and then back again before he smiles bashfully. “Would you like to meet the rest of my creatures?”

A soft, but still shy smile spreads across your face. “I would love to.”

A full-on grin breaks across Newt’s face and he scrambles to his feet, gently guiding Pickett up until he’s perched on his shoulder. Then, he holds out a hand to you, and you smile as you allow him to pull you to your feet. Neither of you are quick to let go of the other’s hand, and you find you quite like the feel of his worked, calloused fingers in yours.

Newt’s the one who lets go first, but it’s only to reach down and flick the locks of his battered case back open. You watch as he pries it open and lets the top end fall to the floor with a thump. He stands back up to his full height and huffs out a breath and you look at him curiously when you feel him look back at you with a subtle smile. “Ready?” he asks.

Your heart flutters, and you feel like the sudden lightness in your chest has the power to lift you off the ground. “Ready.”

~*~

Jacob steps over the Goldstein’s threshold with a relieved groan and holds the door open for Queenie. He scans the living room tiredly, and what he sees has him suddenly much more awake. His jaw drops slightly, but he schools himself enough to say, “Um…Queen?”

“Hm?” Queenie bounces clumsily into the flat after him. She catches Jacob’s shoulder to stop herself from tripping over her own two feet, and her blue eyes widen as she takes in the living room. “Oh, dear.”

“‘Oh dear?’” Jacob parrots, closing the door behind his girlfriend. “What the hell happened in here?” When the two of them and Tina had left two hours before, the Goldstein’s living room was meticulously clean, thanks to the elder of the two sisters. Now, it looks like a meadow exploded. What seems like thousands of flowers lay scattered across the carpet and the furniture, most of them concentrated around Newt’s closed case in the middle of the floor.

Queenie’s careful as she walks further into the room, for some reason doing her best not to step on the tiny blossoms. “We’re lucky Teeny got called in,” she chimes. “I’m sure she wouldn’t be happy to see this.” She snorts softly and then giggles, returning to her examination of the sitting room-turned-field. “I just don’t know why either of ‘em woulda done it.”

Jacob turns around in a slow circle, face still scrunched up comically. “Where the hell are they?”

Queenie squints when she frowns. “I don’t know.” Her eyes flick down to Newt’s case laying inconspicuously in the middle of the carpet. She grins toothily and hums at her epiphany before scurrying over to the case and kneeling in its surrounding flowers. 

“Don’t tell Newt I did this,” she whispers as she points her wand at the case and mutters, “Alohomora.” The locks flip open with a satisfying click, and Jacob walks over to join Queenie in peering down into Newt’s garden shed.

Queenie then proceeds to tip the entire top half of her body over the side of the case so her torso is dangling over the edge and into the other world.

Jacob splutters and grabs hold of the back of her calves just as she starts to slide. “Jesus, Queen, what’re you doin’?” he hisses, keeping his voice down in case Newt is close to the shed.

“Whoops!” is the only explanation she gives. Jacob sighs tiredly.

“There are a lot easier ways to do this, you know. Like climbing down the ladder.”

Queenie ignores him and turns her head to the side, blonde curls swishing into her face as she does. She blows harshly to get them to fall back out of her eyes before stilling once again, blue eyes flicking around the shed as she searches the thoughts of the different creatures in Newt’s tiny world. 

It doesn’t take her long to find the two of you, but one, simple word reigns supreme:

Pretty.

Queenie smiles as the warm feeling you and Newt are taken with fills her up like a balloon. She swings herself back up into the apartment, and Jacob rips his hands off of her legs to avoid being sat on. Yours and Newt’s thoughts die down until all she can feel is Jacob’s confusion and Mrs. Esposito’s frustration because apparently Janey downstairs brought another boy in without permission.

Jacob frowns when he sees the way Queenie is smiling. “What?” he asks. She huffs and shrugs, still smiling, and Jacob raises his eyebrows at her slightly-crazed state. Her bob is now more of a frizzy pom-pom look and she’s practically twitching with excitement as what she just felt whips through her head like a summer storm.

“We best not bother those two for a while,” is her only explanation.

[fannyspammy]

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[atomic--peach]

Her Grace's Handmaiden

Imagine being Cersei's favorite handmaid.

Cersei Lannister x Fem Reader

(Is it Not SFW, or do you just have a dirty mind?)

AO3 VERSION: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48276340

"Y/N, where are you?"

The Queen tone was bordering on annoyance, a dangerous position to be in especially for you.

"Coming Your Grace," You hustled through the bed chamber door toting a heavy pitcher of Arbor Gold. "I've fetched your favorite, Your Grace."

"Hm" Cersei sniffed, leaning back on her chaise and kicking off her silken slippers. She had spent hours tending to the court, hearing complaints and requests in her drunken husband's stead while Jon Arryn kept busy with the small council.

She outstretched her chalice and watched as you filled it to the perfect level, as you had a million times before.

"Leave the pitcher" she grumbled. "Come around here and let me look at you."

You set the pitcher down and moved to kneel before your queen, if she was feeling generous the queen might have thrown a pillow down to rest your knees on, but this was not one of those days. You knew what she was looking for. She wanted to make sure you were clean and well kept.

It was a privilege to be allowed to serve the queen so closely, and you had to maintain a certain standard to earn that privilege.

"Chin up"

You obeyed, skin prickling as the queen looked you over with sharp green eyes. Her face was stony as the great wall in the North, and just as icy. Her eyes tracked from your knees, up your body over your neck and face, sipping slowly as she took all of you in.

"Go drawl my bath, then come back to help me undress." The queen broke her gaze, leaning back on the chaise once more.

You moved as quickly as your feet could take you. Sharply you ordered hot water to be brought by the bucket full before carefully setting out the queen's scented oils and soaps. Everything needed to be perfect. Absolutely nothing could be out of place.

Cersei was still lounging when you came back, watching you carefully as you stood with your eyes down cast, waiting.

"Everything is in order?"

"Yes, Your Grace."

"The water is being drawn?"

"Yes, Your Grace."

"And the fire has been lit?"

"Yes, Your Grace."

Cersei's lips pulled back in satisfied smirk, rising slowly before approaching you. She got so close, your breath caught in your throat. You could smell her perfume, the scent of incense from the sept, and the aroma of wine wafting off of her, intoxicating your senses.

The queen turned her back to you, her golden hair almost tickling your nose.

"Undress me"

Your face flushed involuntarily as you began to carefully unfasted every tie and button of her gown, peeling off each layer with care until the queen was bare and her skin prickled in the night air.

"Your robe, Your Grace" You moved to close the silked garment over her body, but instead Cersei brushed you aside and moved to the large tub of hammered copper which had been filled with water and kept warm by a small fire.

You followed behind her dutifully, taking her hand to assist her in and then standing aside until you were needed.

The Queen groaned lowly as the hot water ebbed the tension from her muscles.

"The brush" She ordered lazily, leaning back as you scooped up an ivory handled brush and sat behind her to carefully brush the queen's golden locks until they shone in the firelight.

"You have such tender hands" The queen sighed, the sensation of her brush stroking her from scalp to tip soothing her into relaxation.

"Thank you, Your Grace."

"How long have you been here now? Not very long"

"A few months, You Grace" you confirmed.

"That's right" she nodded. "How are you finding service in the castle then?"

"Very well, Your Grace" you swallowed, feeling that the question was loaded in some way. "I am very grateful for the privilege."

"I'm sure" the queen agreed. "Come around here, my legs ache."

You set the brush aside and stifled a gasp as Cersei raised a leg from the tub, slick with water and scented oils.

"Rub them for me"

You nodded, holding your breath as the queen draped the leg over your shoulder and allowed you to knead and rub her muscles into submission.

"Do you feel worthy?" Cersei watched you carefully "Of the privilege you've been given?"

You swallowed hard, "Not remotely, Your Grace"

"I disagree" Cersei grabbed her wine glass and took another long drink. "Do you dare to disagree with your queen?"

"N-no, Your Grace, never" You shook your head. "I suppose I have a limited view of the situation. Surely your grace knows better than I."

"Well said" Cersei looked almost impressed, stifling a groan as you found a particularly tight muscle in her calf.

Once she finished her first glass, and then a second, Cersei sighed and pulled herself from the water.

"My robe, Y/n"

"Yes, Your Grace"

You wrapped the robe around your queen carefully, blushing as the thing fabric clung to her wet body.

"Many Targaryen queens had a habit of keeping their handmaids close by." Cersei spoke firmly, in a tone that told you what she was about to say was very important. "You will not be sleeping in the servant's quarters anymore. Instead, I will have a cot brought so you will sleep in here."

Your blush widened across your face and your heart fluttered. "O-Of course, Your Grace. Thank you, I am most grateful."

"I would also have you come with me to The North." Cersei pulled a disgusted face, "The King has decreed we are all to go, to visit the Warden of The North. I will depend upon you to keep the journey bearable."

You were overtaken with emotion, dropping into a low curtsey.

"I am most honored in your trust in me, Your Grace. I will not let you down."

"Good Girl" Cersei grinned with a flash of her cat-like eyes. "Now, turn down my bed, I am tired."

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Imagine: crossing the line with your best friend. And instantly teasing him about it

The friendship between you and Derek Hale wasn't instantly for the first six years of knowing Derek he found you annoying. a high school girl and a 20 something year old. Dont have much in common..

Minus the fact that your best friend Scott McCall was a werewolf. and you were constantly being dragged into danger. Derek saved you from a virgin sacrifice. Which you then instantly told him to drop his pants afterwards. which was the first time you made him laugh as he said he would rather boil his manhood off and chop it off and feed it to the birds. which you then asked if it would grow back. cause of super healing. which he then had to tell you they couldn't grow extra limbs

your Senior year you were diagnosed with Cancer.. Derek was Long gone, and you were Sick. Scott offered and you accepted his bite. 50/50 you were other going to turn into a werewolf. and your body would Heal your cancer and you would be stronger, faster, heal faster, be invincible. Or you were going to die. you already had a 50/50 chance of living at least if your body regretted the bite. you wouldn't have to go thru months of cancer treatments.

you were Stunned it worked. honestly you thought your cancer would of muted the bite and you would of died instantly. it took a day to get better and then you were back to yourself. everyone moved on from beacon Hill. and Scott entrusted you, and Malia to watch the town. while He got to run off to LA. and open up a dog shelter and be a massive Jerk.

your Entire pack fell. and crumbled. and when Scott refused to come home. When a GOD appeared and was going to destroy the entire town and then the world. Derek came to the rescue and once God was taken care of. you and Malia both Left Scotts Pack. and you asked to Join Derek's. he said he wasn't an Alpha so you said you be Non Alpha together. and that's when the friendship started.

Years passed and you have Seen Derek shirtless countless of times. he would often do pull-ups shirtless while your trying to watch a movie while eating ice cream. and you often would Lick the spoon clean and have it against the container of ice cream in your hands (single serve ice cream container) and would wait until it was nice and cold before walking over to Derek to place the Cold spoon on his stomach.

Since he moved back and you and he became friends, everything has changed. he stopped seeing you as an annoying little kid. Who when Learned about werewolves asked about the Ogopogo. which is the Canadian version of Nessie. Derek thought it was adorable but he pushed that thought away and called you an idiot. you still stand on the idea it could be Real. you've seen GODS! a mystical Creature isn't extreme.

Now you were he's my Best friend. you spend almost every day together. you worked in your family's flower shop, he has his garage. you bring new flowers to the waiting room weekly. And have had countless dinners in the garage as you watch Derek and Malia working on vehicles.

Last night was no different, Malia was out with her Not boyfriend but sort of boyfriend. Parrish which. you All had an incredible Sense of smell- Malia other didn't care or didn't realize that you all could smell the musk of sex in the office. that they shared. Derek didn't comment on it. but you did. you preferred Parrish over Scott. you arrived at the Garage seeing the doors were all open as you realized why. the Smell was all over. from the waiting room to the garage to probably the office. Derek was hunched over a truck looking into the engine as you said "whoa!" he went back to his work as you walked over, "Can't they just have sex at home like another boring couple?"

Derek chuckled at that as he spoke, "I don't think they care."

"Really? I had No idea."

he sighed as you walked over leaning against the truck looking down at the truck. you were hopeless with vehicles. you knew how to jump a car. you knew how to check the oil. And how to change a tire. but you leave all the other stuff to Derek.

'your going to get your shirt covered in grease."

looking down at your pail pink tank top it was hot today. to hot to be March. you shook your head, 'I dont care. i hate this shirt anyway."

"Really why?"

"it's too low in the back." Derek loved that shirt. he would often find himself staring at your bare back. it was Low. It wasn't your purchase Malia bought it for you. when she was trying to get you laid. she had a few months of determination to get you a Lay or a boyfriend. but you turned down every guy she brought to you. All weren't good enough. Derek figured. He knew you only wore that shirt for two reasons. it was laundry day or if it was too hot.

"I like it." Derek mentioned as you chuckled. "yea, probably just because I fuss with it all day.' he didn't answer as you rubbed your neck. the smell was getting to your nose. it wasn't a horrible smell. but it just made your hair on edge. thinking about the last time you had a "partner" to tango with. your mind went to Derek's muscles as he was working away as you found your mind wondering.

Derek was having the same problem. he was wishing you would turn around so he could see your bare back. and he' was now caged against the truck. he couldn't leave without showing how turned on he was.

you walked away from Derek hoping the distance would give you clarity as you went to sit down on your chair. looking at Derek. you have always called him "A walking greek god status that was made from Marbel and created to torment the human race with his beauty." Derek wasn't Greek, but you couldn't explain how else he looked like he was carved out of marble. perfectly toned body, his abs were amazing, and his hands were strong and large. he was A Pretty boy. with a now more calm nature. No longer the big hot head he was when you were in high school he hasn't threaten to hit you over the head with a newspaper in years. Even his butt was amazing. you weren't much of a butt person. but you had to admit he had a good butt. the more you thought about Derek. and he's form. the more dizzy your mind got. then it hit you.. it was the Full moon tomorrow. you chuckled out realizing Why you were feeling out of shorts. the full moon your body was already tingling and you were already having slight mood swings. but as a women. who has a period.. your use to your body feeling funky and one minute being fine the next you wanting to bash something.

"What?" Derek asked as you looked over at him as he looked at you curiously, "Oh- it's the full moon tomorrow. I- I'm- ugh- the Smell Plus the fact it's a full moon tomorrow. I'm just- understanding why your heart is beating a thousand miles a hour."

"yours is going as just as fast." he stated. as you nodded your head, "yea. "

the conversation soon changed. to home repair. then the topic and thoughts calmed down, until you were having dinner with Derek in the small kitchen. you sat on the counter as you had a popsicle. Chery flavor as Derek spoke, 'can you Not? have that please."

you looked at him stunned as you asked why as he coughed. looking away, "It's already hard enough in here tonight.. don't- add to it."

'I can eat whatever I want. control yourself Sour wolf." you added as you sucked a bit of the top of the treat, looking over and seeing Derek. he was tense as you spoke, "it's cleared out alot in here."

"I'm going out for fresh air."

somehow between him declaring that and you telling him to stay you both ended up stripping naked and doing the "devil tango" in the kitchen. it was quick and afterwards, Derek asked you to go home with him. you agreed breathless and in a high. from what just happened.

now it was morning as you looked over seeing Derek was fast asleep as he's chest was bare as you looked around seeing your bra- what was left of your bra was on the ceiling fan spinning. well, part of it..t he another part was on the dresser. you couldn't whip the smile off your face. you were in Heaven. you have liked Derek for years. and Never thought this would happen.. Seven times..

so you laid there in heaven until you noticed your shorts. were also in need of repair the buttons and zipper were broken. with how fast Derek undressed you last night when you got to his room. you were stunned they weren't ripped in two. the only thing that survived was the Pink tank top that was it, everything else was destroyed.

"morning." hearing his husky voice you turned your body over to face Derek as he had a big smile on his face as you smiled, "hey tiger." he chuckled softly as you spoke, 'you destroyed my bra, ithink you won the battle with it." he chuckled softly as you smiled as you spoke, " So a soild 7 outta ten last night." Derek chuckled as he spoke "oh WHOA! seriously?" he chuckled looking at you as he spoke, 'what could i approve on?"

"i'll tell you again when we do it again." he chuckled as he slipped closer to you as he kissed your mouth as you smiled into the kiss as he reached down to kiss your neck as you moved your neck to give him more access as you smiled. until you both heard Malia's voice in the kitchen "HEY GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE!"

you both froze as you whispered, "maybe she will go away."

Derek sighed heavily shaking his head, "doubtful... is this- was this okay? or was this.. a wolf thing?"

"A wolf thing? what the hell does that mean?" he sighed, "i dont- you don't feel.. taken advantage of? right."

you rolled your eyes, "if i did. i wouldn't be having you nibbling my neck." he nodded his head as you rolled your eyes. idiot.." you started to get up as he pinned you to the bed as he kissed your shoulder softly, "come back tonight?"

you breathed deeply as you spoke, "only if you come over for lunch."

he grinned brightly kissing your shoulder again. "I just- want you to know.. I want this. I wanted this for a while. this isn't just some- Fling.. i dont want it to be some Fling between two friends." you smiled as you reached up touching his hair softly, "it's about damn time. but we should go before Malia comes in here.. I need a shirt."

[that-kid-fromtheplayground]

𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧...

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Imagine That...

You’ve just received a phone call, a pretty upsetting one...

—❝I’m sorry to tell you this, Kid, but... Kenny’s at the hospital❞ said Chef at the other side of the line while you just blinked in disbelief.

—❝Bu-But- But he is okay, right???❞ You asked in a trembling voice, holding your mobile phone with both hands while keeping it near your ear, you heard the adult sigh.

—❝We’re not sure sweetie...❞ he explained, the words “not sure” going through your brain and making your hands go weak at the thought of Kenny dying.

Without yourself even noticing, you ended the call with a blank stare... It felt... unreal... yet... terrifyng at the same time.

But then, before you could even fully process what was happening you exploded into a coughing fit. You cupped your mouth with your hands at the (since a few weeks) commun cough fit, and then you felt how you spat some liquid into your hands between the coughings, so you looked at your hands while feeling how your mouth tasted like metal and saw blood straining your palms.

You then started to cry without noticing, because of the pain in your throat, because of the pretty much possible idea of Kenny leaving this world and because of the knowledge that you will join him soon.

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Now, you were sitting next to your beloved friend’s hospital bed, next to the rest of his gang; them being Stan, Kyle and Cartman; you were trembling and everyone thought it was due to your crying, but oh.. you knew it was because your body couldn’t even function the right way and your lungs didn’t want to take air in.

In some moment of the time you all were visiting Kenny, you dared to take his hand on yours and his eyes opened wildly while he looked at you with concern.

—❝mHmf mnHm!! [You’re burning!!]❞ He said, looking at your hand and then at your face, and then you smiled oh so sweetly and sadly at the same time at him, and he just knew what that saddened but sweet smile meaned, and so he gave a little squeeze to your hand.

—❝Stan! Hey Stan-! MAN WAIT!!❞ You two heard Kyle say, all while Stan leaved the room like a storm.

❥┈┈┈•˼͝ʹ͜ ˓̇͜∙͡∘❀ 💕 ❀⋞∙͜͡∘ʹ͜˻͝•┈┈┈❥

A day passed by and you were next to Kenny’s bed again, Cartman and Kyle were playing cards while talking to each other and sometimes Kenny, Stan was anywhere but the hospital room you were currently in.

And suddenly, your eyes felt heavy, and your body so light...

You looked up to meet Kenny’s blue eyes which seemed to reflex his worry about your zoned out and tired facial expression, and you quietly said

—❝Goodbye little man, I’ll see you up there❞ And then, you lowered your head until it was resting on your forearms on Kenny’s lower body and everything went black.

Your senses, however still allowed you to feel a soft hand (Kenny’s) on your hair before your senses turned off.

❥┈┈┈•˼͝ʹ͜ ˓̇͜∙͡∘❀ 💕 ❀⋞∙͜͡∘ʹ͜˻͝•┈┈┈❥

Then, just after everything went numb, you jolted up, waking up in the middle of an endless place, the upper half of it white and the lower half black, the limbo between heaven and hell.

You sat up, wanting to be in a more comfy position, and then, right then, you heard a body thud behind you, and you almost broke your neck from turning around that fast to the strange sound.

And then you saw your lovable perverted blonde friend, trying to get up from his fall. You both locked eyes, just like you did a few minutes(? ago, and then you both started tearing up, and ran to each other’s arms, laughing and crying at the same time, while tightly hugging each other as if making sure you were real.

And then, a tall, white figure with no features but it’s golden wings started descending from the white upper half, until it was a few meters away from you both.

You then comprehended that both of you were going to be taken to heaven and so you broke the hug between your blonde friend and you, taking him by the hand and walking towards the winged figure.

—❝You’ve been good kids, taken away too soon, you may rest in heaven❞ the figure said even without mouth, clapping it’s hands and making a pair of beautiful, pure, white wings grew from both of your backs.

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Now, It has probably passed about three days since your passing away, and god allowed you two to visit earth and see if your friends are okay,

And now, both of you are playing tag between the graves in the cemetry, only stopping when you come across your friends, whom you quietly follow to both of your graves, placed together in a corner of the field.

They kneel down before your graves and you see how the tears start rolling down Kyle and Stan’s cheeks, Cartman being too proud to cry but his puffy red eyes giving it away.

You, don’t wanting your friends to feel so bad about something as natural and inevitable as death, start approaching them, and then you hug them, wanting to make them feel loved all while Kenny watched a few feet away from your winged figure.

And it is kinda funny, how you were unable to see, unable to sense, unable to know that, oh boy, the gang could sense your presence there, they could sense the warm aura that always surrounded you, and only then they were able to let a weak smile peek up in their faces.

[iveseenstrangerthings]

mixed signals - a Steve Harrington imagine

summary: (pre season 4) Steve x fem!reader. She/her pronouns, no major physical descriptions and there is a mixture of angst and fluff.

Steve and the reader are at a party together, they have been friends for a while and they obviously have feelings, but the reader feels Steve has been giving her some mixed messages... 

warnings: drinking, drunkenness, swearing and some slight creepiness from a male character.

word count: 3.1k

note: this imagine is based from the prompt, “How much have you had to drink?” and I LOVE reading imagines like this. It’s kind of your typical cheesy, angsty, fluffy imagine but I loved writing it so, I hope it is okay!! Feel free to request something if you would like :) **not my gif**

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Every once in a while, Steve liked to throw one of his parties, where he invited a bunch of people and managed to get enough alcohol to last a long while. You would roll your eyes when he mentioned he was planning one, it seemed very ‘old’ Steve. Throwing parties, drinking, doing things that he would probably regret... but you loved them all the same.

You arrive earlier than the rest of the party with Robin, Nancy and Jonathan. Everyone was carrying something, whether that be duvets/pillows, as you would all usually stay the night following one of his infamous get togethers, or alcohol.

The sun was just starting to slope lazily through the sky, casting a warm glow onto everything in sight. Your favourite time of the day. You stopped a minute, leaning the crate of beers onto your thigh as you looked at the way the light was falling in through the trees that surrounded the Harrington house.

“I got those.” You hear the all familiar sound of Steve’s voice bounding towards you, snapping you out of your daze, as Steve was coming to take the crate from you. “All for me?” He grins, looking at the crate and then to you, “You shouldn’t have.” You give him a nudge in the arm, smiling back at him, shaking your head slightly at his attempt at humour. You both wander back up to the house, the others meandering ahead. The summer night was still, and it made the crunch of the gravel beneath your shoes seem louder.

“You expecting everybody?” You ask as you approach the doorway, Steve stopping to let you in first.

“Pretty much.” He stoops to gently place the crate on the floor then stands back upright, dusting his hands off, “Should be good!” he smiles wide. You laugh slightly, enjoying his excitement.

 Robin came ready so she spends her time having a few drinks with Steve and Jonathan downstairs whilst you and Nancy go upstairs to finish off getting ready. Steve brought you both a drink up for whilst you were getting ready, making a sarcastic comment about the length of time it would take. You both said nothing but replied with an exasperated eye roll. “I’m gonna take my damn time, thank you very much.” You say to Nancy once he’s left, having a long swig of your drink. You both get ready in silence for a few minutes, hearing the familiar tones of music start to drift upstairs.

“Are you going to talk to him tonight?” Nancy asks, quite out of the blue it makes you pause and look at her. You cock your head to the side and narrow your eyes slightly, trying not to smile. “Talk to…?” Inside, you cringe. You know that everyone else knows, what you hope to God is that he doesn’t know. She puts her hands down onto the counter, almost in disbelief that you were even asking such a question. “Come on, (y/n).” She laughs, shaking her head and going back to putting her necklace on, concentrating to make sure it’s the right way round. “I know you, and I know what you’re thinking. Have a little faith in it.” She smiles warmly at you, and you feel grateful for her encouragement. Your relationship with Steve has been a real mystery in your friendship group. Everyone can see that you both get along well, and you obviously have feelings for each other, deep feelings. You sometimes feel like he feels the same, he spends a lot of time with you, he offers you rides everywhere, he is physically affectionate at times, but yet has never broached the subject of a relationship with you. When you sit and deep the situation at times, it brings you such an annoyance that you feel like cursing him out.

You shrug your shoulders, a knot forming in your stomach, one that usually appears when you think of the prospect of Steve knowing how you feel. “I dunno. I might. See what the Dutch courage does to me.”

 A few hours into the party and the house is warm with everyone’s bustling bodies and loud chatter. You spent what felt like an agonizingly long time chatting to Jeremy, who is in your Chemistry class, he seemed interested in you but you couldn’t entertain it, so you sloped off for another drink whilst the conversation was, thankfully, interrupted. You pop the top off another beer with a satisfying fizz and take a big mouthful. Wincing slightly at the warmth of the liquid. You know for a fact your eyes have become dazed and your cheeks flushed, a tell-tale sign you are enjoying the time with your beers. Your head almost feels light, as if it wasn’t fully attached to your neck and you feel good. A hand on the small of your back brings you back into the room and you turn your head hoping it wasn’t Jeremy. Thank God..

“Hey, you.” Steve is standing awfully close, and you can smell the alcohol that radiates from him. You’re both standing in the busy kitchen and his hand stays on your back, he has to lean in to talk in your ear over all the noise. “I saw you chatting with Jeremy.” He leans back and wiggles his eyebrows, grinning at you widely. You laugh and shake your head, swigging your beer.

“That guy is so far up his own ass, it is unbelievable.” You say, probably a tad too loud to combat the noise.

Steve copies and takes a long drink from his own, swallowing quickly then wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb before leaning back in to talk to you, “You should go for it, you looked good together.” Immediately, your brows furrowed together, and your lips puckered out, in severe disagreement. Why was he encouraging it? He laughs, “No really, you should. I can totally see it. It would do you good, you know. Being with someone like that.”

“I don’t think so.” You let out a small breath and look at him right in the face. “Why do you say that?” You ask with genuine curiosity, your eyebrows staying knitted together. He shrugs, drinking, his eyes too bear the same look. “I might not want to be with someone like that.” You retort back, finishing off the rest of your beer and going for another. You snap it open with more force than anticipated and you clumsily spill the drink onto the counter. The alcohol you’ve consumed in the night all seems to come at once and that lightheaded feeling only intensifies and you reach across for some paper to mop up your drink, but Steve’s beaten you to it and is already wiping it up. Once he tosses the paper into the bin, he replaces his hand on the small of your back, “Hey, how much have you had to drink?” He asks with a sense of concern. But the condescending tone in his voice pisses you off so you just place a hand on his chest to create some distance and mumble, “Fuck off, Steve.” as you turn around to head out the back, leaving him slightly dumbfounded as to what on Earth had just happened.

 Before he can leave the kitchen, Robin is beside him with a grimaced look on her face. “Nice one.” She puffs air from her mouth. Steve’s hands shoot up in the air, “What did I do?!” He says defensively. Robin just laughs.

“I actually don’t know what happened I just came in.” She grabs a handful of pretzels and settles against the counter. “What did you guys talk about?” She pops a couple in her mouth and chews on them whilst Steve contemplates the conversation.

He shrugs quickly and then stutters, “I actually, I, I genuinely don’t know what I could’ve said to get that reaction.” He replays the conversation in his head, “I just went over to her, commented that I had seen her chatting with Jeremy and I dunno I guess tried to say she would be good with him.”

Robin stops chewing and extends her neck out, almost in disbelief as her eyes go wide, “Good as in, “Hey you guys should be friends?” or good as in, “Hey you guys should get married and have babies?””

Steve looks back at Robin, dumfounded. Annoyingly realising he just tried to convince you, the person he ultimately has a lot of deep, unannounced feelings for, to be with someone else. Robin shoves the remaining pretzels in her mouth and works on chewing them for a minute whilst she lets Steve mull over his mistake. Once she’s finished, she leans into him, “Look,” she places a reassuring hand on his back whilst Steve leans onto the counter, staring into space, “We all know, buddy.” She lets that idea air for a short time. “But if you want to get anywhere with her, trying to ger her off with dickass over there isn’t going to set you off to a great start.” She pats his back and then wanders back into the thick of the living room, leaving Steve to grab another drink.

 Outside, the sun has long settled low for the night and the air is still warm. The sky is deep and dark with the odd star peeking through the few clouds that scatter across the vast space above you. You huff a deep sigh, realising you most likely just majorly overreacted. You tip back the last bit of beer in your bottle then place it down gently next to you. You sit on one of the loungers, near the back of the garden as the patio gets busy with people milling around, enjoying the warm summer night and you kick yourself for allowing your feelings to create an overreaction that led you to being out here alone. Even though you’re sat still, you feel as though you’re on a boat. Riding over small, gentle waves but enough to rock you back and forth. “Went in too hard, too fast.” You mumble to yourself, referring to the volume of alcohol you consumed in a short space of time. As you rest your head between your hands with your arms propped up on your knees you hear approaching footsteps behind you, moving oddly slowly. You sit up and turn around, put off at how slowly they really are going. “Who you talking to?” It’s Jeremy, your stomach flips as he comes closer and sits down beside you.

“Just getting some air.” You realise he has sat annoying close to you. “Do you mind?” You snap, “I just came out to get some air, so I’d appreciate some space.”

He stays sat next to you and your blood boils, you wait a few more seconds to see if he’s just too drunk to register what you said, or he’s just damn well ignored you as he starts to move his hand around your shoulders. “Woah, no no.” You say, pushing his arm away. You don’t want to stand up for fear the wavy feeling that is inhabiting your body will cause you to topple over. “Kindly, piss off.” You raise your voice slightly, to which a few people turn their heads in your direction. Including Steve, who came out to chat to a few guys from the year below. At the sight of this, he makes his way over, realising that the situation could get messy, he realises you will probably be pissed off at him if he intervenes, but right now he doesn’t see any other option.

“Okay dude, she’s asked you nicely. Let’s go.” He stands tall over Jeremy who lets out a defeated huff of air, standing up to go.

He walks past Steve but purposefully knocks their shoulders together, hard. He’s glad that’s all he got; he was half expecting a punch.

“I had it, Steve.” You say, annoyed that he came to you. Mentally, he laughs as he realised that’s exactly what your reaction would be.

“Really? Looked like you had it all under control there, (y/n).” He looks down at your glazed look, the light of the pool reflecting off your face. You look sad, and that hurts him. He sits down next to you, and you don’t now have the energy to tell him to fuck off, again. “I’m sorry.” He says, keeping a bit of distance between the pair of you.

 You blink slowly, the energetic buzz from the alcohol now worn off, a feeling of tiredness mixed with a deep sad feeling in your tummy makes you feel like you could cry. “I just don’t get it.” You say quietly for fear you will cry. Steve waits, he doesn’t want to ask anything as he knows you’ll explain eventually. You rub your forehead with the tips of your fingers, knowing that tomorrow you are most likely going to regret having this conversation, but it needs to be said. “I don’t get us to be honest.” You look up at him and he’s looking right back at you. “I love spending time with you, I enjoy when we do things together and I really feel these past few months I’ve been hoping you’ve felt the same.” Steve looks like he’s about to say something, so you quickly start talking again, “But, then like tonight… you try and get me off with fucking Jeremy? I mean seriously?” Your voice has raised ever so slightly with your pent-up feelings of anger, but Steve almost doesn’t want to tell you to quieten down. You slump back down and place your head in your hands, “It’s the mixed signals I hate, and I don’t like it when you give me them. You stand in the kitchen with your arm around me whilst also telling me I should go for someone else?” The way your tone of voice went up at the end made it seem like you’d phrased it as a question. You realised you had been speaking down towards the ground, so you move your head up to speak to him. Your head comes up and you turn to face him. “If you cared about me, you wouldn’t do that.”

You study his face, now waiting for him to answer. He runs a hand through his hair, you can tell he feels bad. “I honestly don’t know why I said that.” He sighs and you just want to lean over onto him and wish this night never happened. But, then you most likely wouldn’t be having this conversation so, every cloud…

And, you know he genuinely means everything he says, so you will him silently to keep talking. “I care about you, so much. I really do.” You bite the inside of your cheek, anxious that there is a huge ‘but’ coming soon. “And of course, I love spending time with you. I just, how I feel about you, it scares me because I really, really like you. And there’s so much pressure from everyone because they can so obviously tell.” You nod along in agreement, “I always worried you didn’t feel the same.” He ends with a shrug.

“I think we have just been seriously miscommunicating with each other.” You half laugh, the situation seeming ridiculous as everyone else seemed to have a better idea of yours and Steve’s relationship than you and Steve.

“Seriously though, I am sorry for before. I obviously don’t want you to be with anyone else. I want you to be with me, I want us to be together, (y/n).”

You wonder what his heart feels like at this moment because yours is beating extremely fast you can almost hear it thumping in your ears. You can’t help the smile that forms on your face and you hang your head down and giggle a little, suddenly feeling giddy that those words just came from his mouth. He nudges you softly and laughs, “Don’t leave me hanging.”

You look back up and smile at him, his eyes looking back at you, studying your face and the way your cheeks flush red, “I have wanted to hear you say that for so long.”

“Really? I never would have guessed, honestly.” He jokes with you and scoots closer putting both arms around you and rocking you gently, you bring your hands up to hold his arm that is resting just beneath your chin and your body gently fits into place with his, albeit the plastic sun-loungers aren’t the most comfortable of places.

“I um-“ you start, clearing your throat, “I want us to be together, too.” Your words hang heavy in the air, but not in an unpleasant way. And both of you feel there has been a weight lifted from your shoulders. Your feelings had most likely always been clear, but now it felt right that you were both on the same page.

You move your head from Steve’s shoulder and realise how close your faces are, neither of you feel the need to ask for permission or a go ahead, you had said enough. His hand moves from your shoulder and onto the side of your head, his thumb resting gently on your cheek, stroking it gently before pulling you closer to him. Your grip on his arm tightens as your lips brush across each other, slowly starting to move in sync with one another. He holds you so close as you share your first kiss, both of you had been longing for this moment for too long. Before you get too carried away, you pull away and place your head on his shoulder. Blushing immensely, it was a good kiss.

You feel Steve laugh, like he does when he thinks of something funny. “Jeremy is gonna be so pissed.” And with that you burst out laughing. So thankful that the night has ended like this.

“I am so glad we talked that through, though. In all seriousness, I was beginning to think you just weren’t interested in me.” You become aware of a chill in the air and try to wrap Steve’s arms closer around you.

“Pfft,” he blows air through his lips, “you kidding me? I don’t think I’ve ever not been interested in you.” He contemplates his next question, worrying it would be too soon, but then he realises he has just kissed you and confessed how he feels so, what’s to lose? “I want us to be in a relationship.” He says outright. “Just us two, me and you.”

You laugh, “I think that’s what a relationship is, Steve.”

He is quick to reply, with a grin, “Actually I hear some people have those open relationships now, you know?” He squeezes your shoulder slightly.

Keeping the running joke of the evening going, you’re quick to reply with, “Oh really?” You smirk, “Hm, shall we ask Jeremy?”

His chest vibrates with laughter, and you wish you could stay in this moment. “No seriously, will you be my girlfriend?”

You lean up to kiss him gently, pulling away and holding the back of his head with your hand, “Obviously.”

[all-timelee]

I ain’t going nowhere || D.D.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Some bad language, smut

Took a crack at some smut for the first time, I think it turned out pretty okay, hope you like it!!

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You’re feet were killing you, the day long walk you’d embarked on finally catching up to you. You’d do almost anything to stop for even a few minutes, but you knew it wasn’t safe. Letting your guard down in the woods, alone, was enough to get you killed anymore and you’d come way to far to die now.

You lifted up your water jug, taking a small sip as you continued walking, doing your best to ignore the fatigue and the growing hunger you were feeling. It didn’t matter how badly you ached inside, you had to press forward until you reached safety. You’d seen the signs, a nearby town, Alexandria. The chances of anyone being left were low, but you couldn’t help the growing hope that maybe it would be different this time.

The sun was setting fast, your daylight hours were limited, but you were close. So very, very close. Your legs were beginning to tremble and your breathing felt heavy, not from exhaustion, but because the lack of food was starting to weigh on you more than ever.

But then you saw movement, just ahead. A figure, standing out from the rest of the woods like a beacon. You slowed your pace, pulling out your knife just in case it wasn’t a human, but as you grew nearer, the face of the man became more and more familiar.

Rick. His hair had grown out more, gotten a little grey as well, but it was him. “Rick,” you spoke loudly, gaining his attention. He looked over at you, his eyes lighting up when he saw you and his whole body tensed.

“Y/N,” he breathed and before you could say anything else he rushed towards you, hugging you tightly around the shoulders. You laughed and hugged back, relieved beyond belief to see your friend again. When he pulled away, there was a new glint in his eye.

“You made it,” Rick said, a grin spreading across his face. “Yeah,” you breathed and you could tell by his expression that he was happy about that too. “Found a few signs along the way, Alexandria, was hoping there was still people left there,” you explained, wiping the sweat from your forehead.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s a whole town of people, Y/N. A bunch of the group are there. Glenn, Maggie, Daryl…” You ears perked up at the name. Daryl was alive, he’d made it to safety. He hadn’t died out there somewhere, waiting for someone like you to find him.

“Come on, the sun’s setting, it’s not to far north.” You nodded and followed the man to safety, your heart almost pounding out it’s chest at the thought of seeing Daryl again.

He led you through the gates, the unfamiliar crowd weary of a new visitor but Rick assured them you were a friend. They all let you pass through, you took in everything, looking around with wide eyes. There were houses, big houses, it was a whole community that somehow survived through everything the world had thrown at them.

Then Rick turned to a house at the end of the row, the one he was heading towards was painted in green, and he smiled. “That’s Daryl’s. Go see him,” he said, motioning to it. You nodded before taking off in a run, pushing open the door and entering without any hesitation.

Daryl was sitting in the middle of the room, facing away from the doorway, but when he saw you enter he stood up quickly. You watched as relief flooded across his face and it hurt. All those times he’d worried about what happened to you, if you were even alive anymore. Seeing him here, safe and sound, brought tears to your eyes.

You closed the gap between the two of you in less than a second, wrapping him in a tight hug. You could hear him laugh, deep and rumbling as he lifted you off the ground and it was like music to your ears, you couldn’t get enough.

Daryl held onto you just as tightly as you held on, squeezing your body so hard it hurt. But neither of you could bear to let go.

“I thought I wouldn’t see ya again,” you breathed into his shoulder. He shook his head against yours, running a hand through your hair.

“Don’t say that, y/n. We both know better,” he replied. “I ain’t going nowhere.” You sniffled, pulling away slightly and resting your forehead against Daryl’s, watching as the fear melted away from his eyes. There was no anger or hatred in them anymore. Just relief.

You kissed him softly. And you stayed like that, arms wrapped around each other and foreheads touching. It felt good to have him back with you, to know he really was safe.

You pulled away reluctantly, needing to take a breath, but still holding him close, trying to absorb everything he could give you. Daryl leaned his forehead against yours again, staring into your eyes, memorizing your features and committing them to memory.

“Not to interrupt this moment, but Rick mentioned something about running water?” You spoke, Daryl smiling and nodding. “I could really use a shower.”

He smirked at that. “Sure thing, sweetheart. Come on.” He released you and lead you to the bathroom, immediately walking over to the sink in the room, washing your face a bit before turning back around to face the man.

He took a few steps closer to you, pinning you against the counter, his hands fumbling with the hem of your shirt. His fingers traced the scars covering your abdomen, your eyes closing instinctively at the sensation.

Daryl looked up at you, a mischievous smile on his lips. “Guess we should wash you first though, right?” You opened your eyes, letting your gaze move over his form. Your mouth curled upwards. “We could multitask,” you offered, leaning forward to kiss him hungrily.

“Sounds like a plan, sweetheart.” He had your shirt off in seconds, dropping it on the floor and making quick work of unbuttoning your pants, sliding them off. The sight of your naked form was something to behold. It seemed like years ago he’d last seen you like this, completely vulnerable and trusting. How he loved every inch of that beautiful body of yours.

You moved to wrap your arms around his neck as he slowly pulled the material away from you, exposing your breasts. It was so easy, slipping his large hands under your shirt to cup the soft flesh there. You moaned quietly, the feel of his stubbled cheeks against your skin, the tickle of his beard against your nipples sending shivers through your body.

You tugged on his hair lightly and he groaned, biting gently at your lower lip and pressing kisses down the column of your throat. He pulled back quickly undressing himself while you turned on the water, both of you jumping in.

As the warm water cascaded over the both of you you pressed yourself against him, running your palms up his smooth bare chest, your nails tracing the contours and the scars that littered his body. He hummed approvingly and you felt your heart melt as he started to suck at a particularly sore spot on your neck.

His hands roamed over your body and soon his fingers were teasing your clit, moving against the sensitive bundle as you let out a muffled moan. The need was building steadily within you and suddenly, you needed to relieve it. Needed him, wanted him.

Without a single word, he plunged two fingers into you, enjoying the strained moan that fell past your lips. Your hips jerked to meet his fingers, desperate for release as his lips latched on to your jawline. He continued to pump his fingers inside of you, thrusting them deep, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

“Daryl,” you managed to say between moans. “Want you inside me, please.” You heard him let out a growl, a low vibration vibrating throughout his body. Without warning he withdrew his fingers from you, leaving you feeling bereft at the loss, only to push into the shower wall, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist and he lifted you up, thrusting himself into you.

You threw your head back, crying out loud as you felt him fill you, his grip tightening around your thighs. You gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin at the intense feeling. He groaned and thrust harder, slamming into you with a force that sent shockwaves through you.

“Fuck!” He cried out, his muscles straining as the orgasm took hold of him. You tightened around him as well, screaming out his name and coming undone with him. You came in waves after waves, your body arching against him as his name rolled off your tongue and he collapsed against the wall.

You laid against him for a long time afterwards; he held you closely in his arms, both of you breathing heavily. “We should definitely wash up now,” you chuckled, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Ya think?” He replied, smiling slightly as he loosened his hold on you and helped you stand up straight. You stretched your arms above your head for a few moments before turning back towards the tub and picking up the shampoo bottle.

[reverie-verse]

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🫶🏽=Fluff

💦=Smut

😩= Angst

* = Revising/Editing ( You will be able to read as I edit them because why not )

Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars)

(Ani is my comfort character so I will write him a lot I hope that’s okay?)

💦3 Weeks Is Too Long

🫶🏽Family Secrets

😩🫶🏽Forbidden Attachments

🫶🏽 Crabbiness Equals Love

Peter Parker

🫶🏽Falling Into His World: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Four (Divergent)

🫶🏽Love Triangle or Not: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Azriel ( ACOTAR)

🫶🏽Ooops Mating Bond

😩The Mate That Got Away

🫶🏽The Bond of a Century

🫶🏽She’s Definitely a Love Vampire

😩🫶🏽 His World

Eris ( ACOTAR)

🫶🏽💦 My Enemy Didn’t Deserve You

Miguel O’ Hara ( SpiderVerse)

💦Brats Sometimes Need Taming

🫶🏽Baddies and Baggies with Love

[imagine-all-the-fandoms]

I might or might have not started a new fic, after what feels like ages...

Here's a little sneak peak if anyone is interested in this ever getting posted here:

Placing yourself on his lap, you felt him grow harder through his jeans, his eyes completely blown with lust as he looks up at you, leaning back on the sheets.

Kelly’s hands opened the know of your bathrobe, giving him a better view of what’s hidden beneath..

@callsign-dexter It might be your fault you got my mind leading to much dirtier thoughts then expected !

[my-fandom-imagine]

I open my apartment door after hearing the precise three knocks known to me to be my boyfriend Spencer's knock. As I open the door I smile excited for him to finally meet my brother, though I wish for them to be under better circumstances then his apartment building burning down and almost losing him. My heart clenches at the thought that I almost lost someone I love.

I smile up at Spencer as he briefly hugs me, "I wasn't expecting you till later." I say to him. Spencer smiles widely "They're showing Solaris tonight, the original in theaters, wanna go?" He asks excitedly.

I smile and nod my head "I'd love to go with you Spence!" I open my mouth to ask what time when I hear my name being called behind me. I turn my head as my brother yells from the bathroom. "Y/N can you grab my bag and leave it outside the bathroom door?"

I turn back to Spencer to tell him about my brother staying with me. When I look up at him my smile drops from my face when I see the expression on his face. He turns without saying anything and leaves my apartment. I curse in my head and quickly follow him out of the door.

"Spencer wait!" I yell as I chase after him. He ignores me and keeps walking away. I groan out loud and reach out and grasp his hand. He jerks his hand out of my grasp and glares down at me. My heart squeezing at his actions "Spence I swear it is not what you think! That's m.." Spencer cuts me off with a scoff and crosses his arms "I really don't want to hear your excuses Y/N! It's pretty clear what is going on, and to be honest I'm so glad this can finally be over." I softly gasp at his words and feel my eyes water. "What to you mean?" I ask. He rolls his eyes at the break in my voice. "Come on Y/N I only ever asked you out because Morgan bet me I couldn't get a date with the cold and detached agent Y/L/N." He says with a cold tone.

I feel the breath leave me and stare at him in disbelief, "You only asked me out as a bet?" I ask with a quiver to my voice as I feel my tears threaten to spill over. He glares down at me before turning and walking away leaving me standing in the hall heartbroken.

A sob escapes me as I quickly turn back to my apartment and rush inside slamming the door shut and sliding to the floor with my head on my knees. My heart hurts, my head hurts, and I feel so stupid for falling in love with Spencer Reid.

I feel arms wrap around me and I lean into my brother and sob. He shushes me and gently rocks me in his arms. "It'll be okay Y/N, you just gotta wait for him to cool down and explain to him what's really going on and who I am. I don't think he meant what he said to you. From everything you have ever told me about him he loves you as much as you love him." I wipe my eyes and shake my head. "You didn't see the look in his eyes when he said those words to me, he meant them."

I look up at Bro/N and involuntarily let out a wet laugh when I see him in my pink bath robe. He chuckles "You never did grab my bag for me to get changed so I had to improvise when I heard you crying." He says.

I sniffle and stand up wiping my face. "I should go talk to him, he needs to know I would never hurt him or cheat!" I go to walk out of the door when my phone rings, I look at the caller I.d and see Emily's name on it. I quickly pick it up. "Em" I say but before I can continue she interrupts me. "You never deserved Spencer, how could you cheat on him and try to make excuses?!" I open my mouth to respond to her and defend myself when she coldly says "We're profilers how did we never see how rotten you were for Spencer, just a cold hearted bitch."

My lip quivers as I hang up on Emily so I don't have to listen to her words anymore. I look to my brother and smile sadly. "I don't think Spencer is going to listen to me, or anyone for that matter." I walk past him and to my bedroom, I shut the door and crawl into bed and close my eyes letting the tears soak into my pillow. My phone rings two more times from the other BAU team before I shut my phone off.

~The Next Morning~

I wake up with a headache and itchy eyes. I sigh and stare up at my ceiling debating getting up or not. I look over at my phone that is still shut off and close my eyes tightly. I reach over and turn my phone on. I lay it on my bed and gather some clothes and towels before heading the bathroom to have shower.

When I enter the bathroom and turn the light on I stare at myself in the mirror. I look like absolute shit, my face is pale and my eyes are red. I look away and start the shower, I let out a big sigh and groan as my head pounds. 'it's going to be a long day' I think to myself.

After showering I feel a bit better and once I am dressed I leave the room and reenter my bedroom. I look at my phone and pick it up, I have 7 missed calls from various members of the team, none of which are from Spencer. I sit down and click on the first message from JJ. I don't even get through the whole message before hanging it up again. If all the messages are even close to what that one was I don't want to hear it.

My phone rings and I cringe when I see it is Hotch calling. I answer the phone, "L/N" "Y/N? We got a case, wheels up in 30." I frown at the thought of being around the team and Spencer. "I'll be there." I say before hanging up. I quickly grab my go bag and head out of my room. I stop in the kitchen where Bro/N is cooking at the stove. "I got a case, I may not be back tonight." He turns to me and quickly hugs me. "Please be safe, and try to talk to that boyfriend of yours." I sigh at his words. "i'm not so sure he's even my boyfriend anymore, and from the various voicemails from my teammates i'm not even sure they count me as family anymore either." Bro/N frowns down at me, "They just need to hear the truth, it's all a big misunderstanding." I smile at his attempt to reassure me, I wave goodbye to him and leave.

~time skip~

Entering the plane I feel the air grow tense as several glares are directed at me, I look down and quickly sit in a seat far enough away from the others. Hotch walks past me and as he does he hands me the information folder. I sit for the rest of the trip with my face buried in the file trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling bubbling up in my chest at the way the others are periodically glaring at me or completely ignoring me.

Once we arrived at the precinct i'm paired off with Rossi, one of the only members besides Hotch who hasn't shown any hostility towards me. I don't feel much for conversing so we work quietly together going over information from the files the police have gathered. I can tell he wants to say something to me but I don't think I have it in me to have this conversation right now. I walk away from him and find the lead detective on the case to ask a few questions.

~~~~

All day I've been treated with cold shoulders and the odd snide remarks from Morgan or Prentiss. That mixed in with the concerned looks from Hotch and Rossi i'm ready to go home and not see the day of light for a month. With the case wrapped up and the unsub found and taken care of we head home.

On the plane back to Quantico I sat alone, Hotch had stopped briefly to discuss some paperwork with me but he's asleep now, just like the majority of the plane besides Rossi and myself. I sigh and get up to make myself some tea, hoping it will calm my nerves a bit. as I walk past Rossi he reaches out and grasps my arm. "I'm here if you ever need to talk." He whispers quietly. I give him a sad smile and nod before continuing into the kitchenette area. Hidden behind the curtain I can feel my resolve crumble a bit. I tilt my head back and blink rapidly trying to blink back my watering eyes.

I take a deep breath and turn to leave with my tea, as I go to push the curtain aside Spencer walks through. I freeze as he looks up and sees me. He doesn't say anything. "Spencer please can I explain myself to you? I swear it wasn't what you thoug.." he walks past me without saying anything and completely ignores me. I look down at the tea in my hands feeling the warmth seeping into my skin. My chest hurts as I quickly walk out of the area and past Rossi who gives me a sympathetic look. I sit down facing away from the others and drink my tea quietly and alone, feeling as though I've lost a part of myself with that final interaction with Spencer.

~1 Month Later~

I feel my anger simmer as I storm past the team and up the stairs towards Hotch's office. It's been a whole month of being ignored, ridiculed, and belittled by those I should call my team, who I once called my family and trusted above all else. I need to do this for myself and I know it's going to hurt but I need out. I knock on Hotch's door and before he can say anything I storm in and shut the door behind me.

Hotch seems shocked and opens his mouth to say something but before he can I slam the papers down on his desk stopping him. He picks the papers up and briefly looks at them before snapping his gaze back to mine "Transfer papers?" He asks in disbelief and I nod my head once and cross my arms over my chest defensively.

Hotch stands from his desk and walks around it and stands in front of me "Y/N please reconsider you're a great agent and part of this team." He pleads. I shake my head sadly. "I want out Hotch, please sign them." Hotch gets a sad look in his eyes and gazes at me "I know what happened between you and Spencer was difficult but..."

I interrupt him before he can continue and snap at him "What's difficult is being treated with hostile attitudes in the work place by my own team! What's difficult is my ex boyfriend apparently only started dating me because of a bet with Derek fucking Morgan! What's difficult is that everyone is calling me a whore and a heartless bitch all because I offered my apartment to my brother because his fucking apartment building caught on fire and he almost didn't make it out! I really thought I had found my second family here, people I could trust, people I loved and thought loved me as well!"

I can feel my eyes begin to water as Hotch stares at me in shock. "Y/N did you try explaining this to the team or Spencer?" He asks and I shake my head sadly. "They won't give me the time of day, I've tried to explain to Spencer and the others over and over again and honestly I can't anymore, I need to start new, with a team I can trust to have my back."

Hotch steps closer to me and places his hand on my shoulder "You need to talk to them Y/N, it's all just a misunderstanding." He says softly and I can't keep looking him in the eyes. I look away and sadly smile "They lost me Hotch and there is no getting me back after how they treated me."

He opens his mouth to speak but I shake my head and feel my tears finally spill over. "Aaron don't make me go over your head on this, either sign my transfer forms or I'll go to Strauss and she'll do it for me."

I can see him caving and he reluctantly nods before going back to his desk and signs my transfer forms.  "I'm sorry things turned out how they did, I'll miss you Y/N you were a great agent and an amazing friend."

I feel my composure cracking even more and let out a soft sob as he walks back around his desk and pulls me into a hug.

I hug Hotch tightly as my tears wet his suit jacket and I can feel my heart break all over again at losing a family, but maybe not all of them.

~2 weeks later~

It's my last day and I can already feel a weight being lifted off my shoulders. It's been a long two weeks of constantly being ridiculed by my own team, the hatred in their eyes everyday tears a new hole deep inside of me that I know will never heal. The worst of it all is that Spencer doesn't even seem like he cares that we are no longer together, perhaps this was just an out for him and he has been wanting to leave me but didn't know how to break it to me. Perhaps he never truly did love me.

I'm finishing up the last of my files when I hear my name, I turn my head and catch a glimpse of my brother. I smile brightly and get up as he reaches me and pulls me in for a hug.

I can feel the air grow tense and the burning gazes of the team as they watch us. I ignore them and smile up at Bro/N.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him and he smiles back at me and shrugs his shoulders. "I'm heading back home today and thought I'd stop to say bye and thank you for letting me stay with you while everything got figured out at the insurance office."

I scoff and shake my head "You don't have to thank me for that! I'm just happy you're safe and nothing happened to you! Now what time is your flight anyway?" I ask.

"Not for another hour but I just wanted to double check that you're sure you don't want to come home with me?" He asks for what must be the hundredth time, he knows how things have been going at work but I already told him about my transfer.

I laugh and shake my head "As much as I love mom and dad there is no way in hell your dragging me back home to live with them! And while you're at home tell mom to stop going through my old boxes, the things she keeps finding and sending me pictures of makes me cringe!"

I can hear the soft gasps of my team behind us but I ignore them.

He shakes his head sadly and frowns down at me "Are you sure you're gonna be okay?" He asks me softly and I smile sadly up at him and nod "It's my last day anyway, after this I'll be transferring over to anti-terrorism"

There's choked gasps and sputtering behind me when the team hears that I am leaving that day! I feel a vindictive glee wash over me as I link my arm with Bro/N "Let me walk you out I'm almost all done here and I'm sure Hotch is okay if I say goodbye to you then come back up and clear out my desk"

As we leave the bullpen I can just glimpse the looks on my former teams face through the glass door reflection but I ignore it and leave.

As Y/N and her brother leave, Hotch comes out of his office after watching everything unfold. He shakes his head at his team and frowns down at them "You really broke her, all of you lost her trust and her friendship, she put in the transfer two weeks ago, its finalized and it's her last day today." He leaves them at that and goes back into his office.

The team all shift and glance at one another. They feel shocked and dismayed at what has unfolded before them. Not only were they terrible to you it was all a misunderstanding, they said such horrible things to you!

Spencer is especially shocked and dismayed, he lost the most important person in his life because he wouldn't let her explain herself. He can feel his heart breaking all over again, but this time for Y/N not him. He said so many things to you that he wishes he could just take it all back.

The teams thoughts are interrupted as you reenter the bullpen.

You unintentionally make eye contact with some of the team who seem to have something to say but you shake your head. "No! I will not listen to anything any of you have to say to me" You turn to your desk and start to clear it out but you can see them shuffling in your peripheral vision and before anyone can speak up you snap at them. "I'm serious! I never want to hear anything from any of you again! You burned every single bridge to me and I refuse any apologies you might have, I really wish you the best in life but none of you are welcomed in mine anymore. I trusted you all! You were my family and I loved you! But I honestly wish I'd never transferred to the BAU in the first place, I regret ever meeting you people!" With that I pick up my stuff and storm out of the bullpen and into an elevator never to be seen again.

[lostgirlfandom]

Warrior Queen

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader

Warnings: violence, mentions of injuries, afab reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Summery: Eddie is starting to realize how perfect Dustin's older sister is perfect for him... maybe even his soulmate.

Getting trapped in the Upside Down was not your idea of a fun Spring Break, but here you were. You jumped after Nancy when she jumped into the lake after Steve. While not the best swimmer, you did your best to follow down until you saw the glowing red beacon at the bottom of the lake. You climbed through and huffed from holding your breath and looked around and spotted Nancy running towards a group of flying things around something on the ground. That something was Steve.

You took off as fast as you could and when getting close you found an oar from a decaying boat and grabbed it.  

“Fuck.” Was hissed behind you as you hurried over to Nancy, closely followed by Eddie and Robin.  

You started to wack at the flying evil bastards that screeched and tried to get at you and the others. Grunting with excursion, you had hit away a few of the bat looking creatures. You caught one out of the corner of your eye speeding at Eddie who was busy with another one. “Oh, no you don’t” You whispered as you rushed over and taking the oar like a sword and bringing it down on the bat to the ground. Stepping on it, you raised the oar and stabbed the bat in the head, crushing it.  

“Holy fuck.” Was huffed out from behind you and you looked behind you to see Eddie standing there looking at you in awe.  

You took a deep breath and looked around to see the others finishing off the last of the bats.  

You glanced back at Eddie who was still staring at you in awe, making your mouth twitch with a small grin.

Turning to walk over to the others who were panting like you and Eddie from beating the shit out of the bats.  

Next thing you know, you were hiding near Skull Rock with the others as you watched more of those bats flew overhead. Huddling close to the rock with the others, you sighed and leaned against the side of it with your legs crossed. Leaning your head back and closing your eyes, wondering how you got into this shit in the first place... oh, that’s right. Dustin’s your younger brother.  

“Hey,” Eddie’s voice came whispered next to you as Nancy wrapped up Steve’s wounds and Robin was rambling about rabies nervously. You turned your head and opened your eyes to look at him and found him admiring your face. “I want to uh- I want to say thank you... you know, for back there.” He pointed back where you came from with his thumb before fidgeting with his hands. You smiled softly, thinking it was cute that he fidgeted like you did.  

“No problem. I wasn’t gonna let those evil bastards get you.” You said softly as you looked down and pulled down your sweater sleeves.  

He gave a small, huffed laugh, “Still... that was badass, the way you brought that thing down like you had a sword, like woosh!” He made a movement with both hands like you did with the oar. “Very Aragorn of you..” he paused and rushed out. “That’s from Lord of the-”

“Rings, yeah I know. Kinda wish I had Anduril right now too.” You gave a giggle as you looked up at him. He looked at you with even more admiration.  

“You’ve read Lord of the Rings?” He asked with surprise.  

You grinned and tilted your head at him. “How do you think Dustin got into it?” You said as you stood up to join the others in talking about a plan.  

Not noticing as he watched you go with a huge smile. “I think I’m in love.” He whispered before walking over to a rock.  

-

A little while later you were walking to Nancy’s house cause apparently, she had guns, with Nancy and Robin taking the lead and you walking with Steve and Eddie. You had zoned out, trying not to step on any of the vines that were spread everywhere when you got clued in on Steve and Eddie talking... well Eddie rambling and Steve listening.  

“That was very Ozzy of you.” Eddie told Steve. “Super badass.”

Steve frowned his eyebrows and glanced at Eddie. “Ozzy?”

Just as Eddie opened his mouth to answer, you broke in. “Ozzy Osbourne...? He bit the head off of a bat during a live gig...?” You asked with a bemused grin on your face.  

Steve still looked confused.  

“He’s the lead singer of Black Sabbath! Steve, you’ve listened to them with me before!” You said through a laugh. Not noticing that Eddie had another awed look on his face as you spoke.  

Steve looked at you through narrowed eyes. “Y/N, I don’t remember all those bands you’ve made me listen to!” He waved his hands up like he was making his point.  

You looked at him with a bitch face. “Oh, come on. Led Zeppelin?” He shook his hand back and forth like ‘so-so’. “Alice Cooper?” He shook his head. “Iron Maiden?” He shook his head again. “Oh, come on!” You through your hands up as you shook your head. “I’ve taught you better than that!” You said through a laugh. Steve had an amused grin on his face while Eddie was looking at you with a dopey look on his face as he grinned. You jokingly acted like you storming ahead while Steve chuckled at you.  

Steve and you had become friends when he protected your brother from the demo-dogs, and while you have nothing in common, you still were one of his best friends alongside Robin.  

While you walked between the girls ahead of you, and the boys behind you, you didn’t hear Steve’s and Eddie’s conversation about Nancy going in after Steve.  

But Steve started to notice Eddie staring at your back. Looking from you and to Eddie and back again, he grinned.  

“She’s single... you should ask her out.” Steve said to him nonchalantly. Eddie blinked and looked over at Steve, with a mild panic attack going on in his head as he stared at Steve wide eyed.  

“What?!” His voice had gone up an octave before he cleared his throat and took a deep breath. He tried to act nonchalant back, “I mean, what? No... I mean, no..” He sighed and shook his head before looking at your back. “She is like.... so” he said with a huffing laugh. “So... Out of my league.” He said and then gulped as he stared at you.

Steve looked at him bemusement. “What? No, Y/n is so cool, and she doesn’t care about the social bullshit and just likes what she likes.” He glanced at you before looking at Eddie. “She’d say yes.” He said simply. “I think she likes you. Plus, you guys have a lot in common.” He gave Eddie a grin as Eddie didn’t take his eyes off you.  

Yeah... He was done for.

[findmeinasunshower]

𝐵𝑜𝑔𝒶𝓃𝑜 𝒟𝒶𝓌𝓃𝓈: 𝒞𝒶𝓁 𝒦𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓈

word-count: 1.1k

one-shot, fluff

warnings: sleep issues

Sitting in the grass on Bogano, you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes. The shift in the light beyond your eyelids tells you that the sun is rising, but the feeling of delicate blades of grass brushing your arms and the sound of boglings playing in the crisp early morning light is enough stimulation for you at the moment.

You still don’t open your eyes even when the sound of footsteps on the ramp meets your ears. Or when you hear boots walking toward you through the grass, and sense a warm body settle down next to you.

Cal doesn’t speak, but you feel his support even without seeing him. That feeling is what finally makes you open your eyes.

You expect to be met with the harsh light of the newly risen sun in front of you, and are surprised to see that it’s still below the horizon. The sky is painted a deep purple, with streaks of gold indicating the oncoming sun. And the grass dances in the breeze like a swaying sea, with the white stone of the ruins glowing purple in the semi-darkness.

Finally, you look at Cal. He’s staring straight ahead at the incoming dawn, completely relaxed with one arm propped up on his knee. For once, BD-1 isn’t accompanying him on his shoulder.

You open your mouth to greet him, but Cal beats you to it:

“It was always raining on Bracca,” he says. Even though you were expecting it, the sound of his voice jars you slightly. A small smile turns up the corner of his mouth. “I’m still getting used to not being wet all the time. And the sight of a sun. And the feel of wind that doesn’t immediately make me freezing.”

“And boglings playing in the field,” you add playfully.

Cal chuckles and turns his head to look at you. His gaze sobers. “Couldn’t sleep?”

Your eyes drop from his as your smile fades. “No.”

“You haven’t been sleeping well lately at all,” he observes. Your surprise must show on your face because Cal smiles innocently and shrugs. “Jedi, remember?”

You breathe out a cautious laugh. “Yeah.”

“So why do you come out here?”

His question makes you think. If you’re being honest, you’ve never really thought about why you venture out here when you can’t sleep. Maybe it’s a reason you don’t want to think about. But, you trust Cal. More than anyone or anything.

You look back toward the horizon; the sky is magenta now. “I’ve never seen a dawn,” you admit. “My planet was lucky in the Outer Rim. I used to sleep in, not look outside until the sun had risen. But then when the Empire found us, everything changed.

“I’ve only remembered recently that my mother would go out and watch every dawn. Every goddamn one. So even when I come out here and I can’t sleep, I can’t bring myself to watch a dawn. I just close my eyes and I...I feel it, and I just feel...peace, you know?”

A long pause passes between you before Cal responds.

“You know, now that I think about it...I’ve never seen a sunrise either.”

You look at him skeptically. “Really?”

Cal does that adorable little shrug again. “Master Tapal liked to get me up early for training, but we were on a ship. When I looked out a window, it was nothing but black and stars.” He smiles softly and gently bumps you with his shoulder. “How about we watch this one together?”

Despite your heavy heart, you can’t help the bashful smile that spreads across your cheeks. “I’d love that.”

Cal grins and when he looks back ahead, you take a moment to observe him.

You’ve seen this boy angry. You’ve seen him cocky. You’ve seen him lose hope after clawing his way out of whatever pit he’s been dropped in. But you’ve never seen him as content as he is now, lounging next to you in the Bogano mud.

Even facing away from you, you can still see the weight behind his green eyes. Cal’s been through so much, even more than you, and yet most of the time he’s the one reassuring you when things go sideways. Despite everything, after backsliding into hopelessness and hatred, he consistently sticks to his own beliefs. And even when it’s you comforting him, when it seems like the entire galaxy is trying to beat him down, he never truly gives up.

That takes a monumental amount of energy for anyone, let alone a Psychometric Jedi who’s experienced as much trauma as he has.

Your eyes travel down to the long scar across his nose, then to the one lining his jaw. "Hey Cal?”

“Hm?”

You reach out and trace your finger gently across his jawbone. “How did you get this?”

“The scar? A blaster during the Purge.”

You tap your nose gently and point at him. “What about this one?”

Cal laughs. “A rigging job on Bracca. A cable came back and snapped me across the face. Hurt like a mother, but it comes with the territory.”

“Bullshit, ‘It comes with the territory,’” you laugh. “You’re just too reckless for your own damn good.”

Cal smiles smugly and lays back in the grass. “I prefer the word ‘tenacious.’”

You roll your eyes and lay down next to him, propping yourself on your elbow. “Oh, please.” You lean in closer for a better look at his perfect imperfections. “What about this one?” you ask, feathering your fingers below his right ear.”

“Prauf got me with his Blow Burner.”

“Yikes. Is that where the one hidden in your hair came from too?”

Cal laughs. “Oh yeah. I was half-hairless for weeks, it was awful.”

“Yeah, I’m sure none of the ladies wanted you.” You let your hand wander to his neck. “What about—”

You gasp quietly when Cal’s hand reaches up and traps yours against his chest. His eyes are unreadable as he curls his fingers around yours, unintentionally pulling you in closer. “(y/n)...am I misreading this situation?”

You bite your lip thoughtfully and lean in close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off of him. “I don’t think so,” you whisper. “Am I?”

You think you hear him breathe out a “no” before he lifts up and closes the distance between you. He stops for just a moment before brushing his lips against yours hesitantly, and you let out a soft whimper before kissing him back, drawing a nearly inaudible groan out of him. You feel his heart racing beneath your joined hands.

You don’t know how long you stay there, draped across Cal’s chest kissing him unhurriedly, but at some point through the haze of content, Cal pulls away. “(y/n).”

“Hm?”

He smiles against your lips. “The sun has risen.”

[imagine-all-the-things]

[thefandomimagine]

Submitted by anonymous.

[fandom-imagination-ss]

IMAGINE: Derek hale destroying your tire so you can't leave Mid fight

You and Derek rarely have fights.

Not since you graduated high school and told Scott and his pack to Suck it.

Between your cousin Scott lying to you for years about the werewolf thing, being shot in my shoulder by Stiles / Void Stiles by an Arrow. And getting No explanation for it. No one told you what he'll be going on. Until Peter mentioned it and Derek tried to shield you from the truth. It only made you mad. So when Graduated you just left no goodbyes nothing.

But time changes a person, you Forgave your cousin, his hot best friend Stiles, and when Life gave you a curve ball and you returned to Beacon Hill. you gladly became friends with Malia and Started Dating Derek. 

the Fight was Stupid. It wasn’t an Earth-shattering Fight, it was a simple Stupid Fight. Derek Forgot about your Dinner date. that you were looking forward to all week. because he was so focused On work fixing a Fancy car. the Idiot who brought in the classic Car. had the Brilliant Idea that if he put Painters’ tape throughout the Entire Car. covering Every Inch of the Car it would protect the paint job... Between the Heat of the Sun beating down on the moving car. and the fact. he used cheap ass painter’s tape. he destroyed the car.. the tape he started peeling off. and took Large chunks of the paint. 

Normally it wouldn’t be a big deal that Derek forgot about Date night. bot after the week of hell you dealt with your co-workers. your boss putting a pass at you. again. and you have to file another report to HR. who just swept it under the Rug and then dealt with Eli. Stealing the Jeep Again for the fifth time. this month, and to Top it all off you were Late... you only realized it today once you were getting ready for date night that you weren’t just a little late. you were 3 weeks late. your Plan was to have a wonderful Date night with your man. Slip off to the pharmacy to snag a pregnancy test and hope along and take it. in the store. because you knew. that Derek and Eli would find it at home. That was your Mission for the night. But Derek came home covered in Grease complaining about how the painter taped around the exhaust pipe that the idiot put on. burnt the pipe. and that led to discovering the Oil was leaking and it was a bigger task than he expected. you stood wearing your summer dress with a jean jacket as he looked at you stunned, “why are you dressed all cute?” 

“Date night?’ 

Derek rubbed his face as he spoke, ‘rain check? I’m exhausted?” he walked over kissing your head as he suggested ordering a Pizza instead as you called him a butthead.  and grabbed your keys and decided you would go to Walgreens and Skip Part 1 of your plans. and go straight to getting the Test. you were sitting in your car at a Red light. the road was empty. as the light turned green. your Car jumped. but didn’t move. you quickly turned to see Derek standing behind your car. as he’s claws were slowly going back to normal. your jaw dropped as you quickly un did your seatbelt as you shot out. seeing he sliced your back seat driver side tire. 

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND!” Screaming you walked over lookign at your tire it was ruined no fixing it. you would have to replace it complete.y “My Car!” 

‘you don’t get to just Leave!” Derek was trying to contain his anger as you looked up at him. 

“I was coming right Back after I hit Walgreen you Jack ass!” 

‘you called me Butthead!” 

your anger was sidetracked at hearing the hurt ins his voice hearing him say that as you blinked stunned, “I’ve called you So much worst! your fixing this!’ Derek crossed his arms tightly as he snapped, “the last time you called me a butt head you disappeared for three years! you don’t get to just leave because I forgot date night!” 

“I was just going to Walgreens! I wasn’t Leaving! I stormed off  yes but I intended to COME BACK!” you groaned as he spoke, ‘what was so important that you needed to go to Walgreen you sick?’ 

“No. I just- needed.. female products.” 

A pregnancy test counts don’t it?  you hoped he couldn’t tell the difference as he stared at you, “I’ll fix your car. and we can go-” 

you shook your head as you crossed your arms, “you can fix my car, and we Can go home! and we are getting burgers. and im getting a milkshake and we are going to watch whatever i want! I can’t believe you Jump from Butthead to me Running off? where would I go? your my Heart!” 

Derek sighed heavily as he spoke, “it was Rough the first time you left.. you just called me a fucking Butthead and then you were gone i didn’t even get to know hwere you were” 

“Derek- to be fair.. we weren’t close back then you kept your distance.- I would Never leave you.. if i leave you- i’m taking you with me. i’ll stuff you into my trunk- your stuck with me forever.” 

he nodded his head stepping over as he cupped your head softly, “im sorry - I overreacted and broke your Car.” 

you nodded your head, “Sorry I called you a butthead and stormed off I just- it’s been a rough week.. and I was looking forward to just you and me time.” he sighed heavily soothing your hair, ‘you did look beautiful. you do look beautiful, lets get this car fixed and go have a date.” you smiled weakly as you spoke, “by the time you fix the tire, i’ll be passed beauitful and want to go home.. Lets just fix it. and go home. and order in.” he nodded his head saying okay kissing your lips as he pulled back as you helped him take your tire off, and use your replacement. that he forced you to have in your trunk. when the car was fixed you kissed him and said you would meet him at home as you drove to Walgreens. 

you only ever taken a pregnancy test Once, when you were in university. your roommate was worried about taking one so you took one with her. you weren’t pregnant. you weren’t at all in danger of having a bun in the oven. but Now? Now you were in a relationship with a guy who looks like the Greek Gods carved out out of marble! your relationship was at the ‘honeymood” stage... bene together for almost six years. and your “Fun time” was Very much Healthy Relationship. and Sure.. Sometimes you both get caught in the moment and forgot to be smart. and responsible! 

Which as you stood at the walgreens counter paying for your Pregnancy Test yo were shocked you were here. buying a test. Sure Rationally you knew, you weren’t excatly “Safe’ 100% of the time.. especially lately. But it still surprised you. you were just paying when Derek came in. and caught sight of you instantly. he’s eyes grew large seeing you holding pregnancy box as he fainted. 

Nothing could perpare you for seeing your boyfriend. falling forward completely passed out in shock as you bolted over to him as you rubbed his arm trying to wake him. he woke up instantly as he looked at you as he spoke, ‘your pregnate?” 

you shook your head, ‘no- well I mean.. I dont kow..” 

“were you going to tell me?” 

“yea.. after i took the test.. I didn’t- I didn’t think taking the test at home would be a good idea..” 

Derek got to his feet as you helped him as he spoke, “why not?’ 

“Derek I was hoping to surprise you with the news.” he rubbed his face as he spoke, ‘okay.... Lets go take it.” 

“What?” he grabbed the box as he spoke, ‘come on. they have a public bathroom.’ 

you laughed but was shocked as he picked you up as you gasped he hosted you over his shoulder as you gasped loudly. as he headed to the bathrooms. getitng itno the  womens bathroom he went to the wheelchair accessable stall and put you down as he spoke, “here you go.” 

he handed the box to you as you spoke, ‘thanks..... we never talked about babies..”  

he nodded his head as he spoke, “I would Love- if you aren’t pregnate.. can we have a baby?” 

you couldn’t help but smile at the way he asked as if he was asking for a puppy. “you want a baby?”  he nodded his head, “I want to have a baby with you. i want our family to grow. I always wanted a big family. you want kids. we talked about this.” 

‘yea- Like on our first date! Derek!” 

“is it cause we aren’t married yet? Because i’ll pospose right here and we can elope oyu never wanted a big fuss of a wedding!” you couldn’t help but smile. you shook your head fast. 

“as much as getting postpose to in the bathroom. is intoxicating. can we pick another time to ask me.. Like when we aren’t in a public bathroom?” 

he sighed heavily as he stepped over, “just- can you pee on the stick? I want to know.” 

you chuckled as you spoke, “well- leave the stall and I’ll do the test.” 

“can’t i stay?” you laughed as you shook your head, “No sicko go!” he grinned slippng out as he closed the stall door as he stayed in the bathroom. you rolled your eyes. Even if he went outside he would still listen in. that’s the problem with having a wereowlf boyfriend. you did what the test required as you walked out. ‘would- it be 50/50 if it’s like you or me right?” 

“yea why? does it matter?” 

“well Yea! if im gonna nurse i dont want my bits bite off! Oh my god! what if i ahve the baby on a full moon! Derek! does it matter? what if-” derek stopped your rambling as he cupped your face softly, “I would be right there to help, and it wouldn’t be like that. just a little babe. and the powers awaken later.” you nodded your head relieved to that as he spoke, ‘So you would want it?” 

you nodded your head softly, “A Chance to see you with daughters. Hell yea.” 

he chuckled softly as he spoke, “not a boy?” 

“Nope a girl.” he smiled to that as you reached up cupping his face kissing him. when the 2 minutes were up. it was your time to faint. as Derek caught you. you were infact. pregnant.