Sheepish grin

          If there were bloopers for the Destiel sex scene:


                                                         Take 1

Misha as Castiel: *Staring heatedly at Dean*

Jensen: *Sings* It’s getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes.

Misha: *Starts pretending to strip seductively*

Director: *Chuckles* Cut!


                                                          Take 2


Jensen as Dean: *Roughly pushes Castiel against the wall*

Jensen & Misha as their characters: *Share an intense look*

Jensen as Dean: *Smirks then starts to lean in*

Misha: *Turns his head at the last minute and starts giggling*

Jensen: Lock it up, Mish!

Director: Cut!


                                                          Take 3

Jensen & Misha as their characters: *Making out heatedly against the wall*

Misha: *Suddenly jumps and pulls away from Jensen, covering his mouth with his hand*

Jensen: *Wide eyed staring at Misha with a mixture of disbelief and controlled horror*Did I just bite your lip?

Misha: I think you did. *Moves his hand away and licks his lips* Am I bleeding?

Jensen: “Oh fuck-”

Members of the crew: *Awkwardly chuckling*

Misha: Slow your roll cowboy. We haven’t even made it to the bed yet.

Jensen: *Blushes with a sheepish grin then turns away*



                                                          Take 4

Jensen & Misha as their characters: *In the middle of groping and thrusting on the bed, both unclothed from the waist up*

Director: Okay, guys, we better cut.

Jensen: Why? What’s wrong? I thought that was good.

Jared: *Walks on to the set.*

Misha: *Smirks* Good call.

Jensen: *Rolls eyes*


                                                          Take 5

Misha as Castiel: *Finishes frantically unbuttoning Dean’s shirt and pushes it off his shoulders*

Jensen as Dean: *Reaches out to grab Cas’ tie and then roughly yanks it down.*

Misha: *Stumbles forward into Jensen’s arms and makes an over exaggerated choking noise*

Director: Cut!

Jensen: *Looks down at Misha and sees him laughing hysterically before slowly looking into the camera wearing his own grin* Wasn’t that supposed to come off?


                                                          Take 6

Jensen: *Lying on top of Misha with a disappointed frown as he shifts around awkwardly* Anything?

Misha: *Shakes head* Not even a wiggle down there.

The whole crew: *Laughing and smirking*

Director: *Drops his head* Okay, guys. That’s a cut.


                                                          Take 7

Misha: Where do I put my hands?

Jensen: Wherever you want to, baby. *Winks flirtatiously*

Director: We’re still rolling!

Misha: *Says in complete monotone* I’ll just stick them down your pants. No one will notice.

Jensen: *Turns away from the camera and covers his mouth to keep himself from laughing*

Director: *Sighs dramatically* Cut!


                                                          Take 8

Misha as Castiel: *Looks anxiously up at Dean’s face, hesitant and unsure of his next move*

Jensen as Dean: *Whispers* It’s okay, Cas. I’ve got you. I got you… *Gently covering Cas’ neck with comforting kisses*

Misha: *Desperately clings to Jensen’s back* Never let go, Jack.

Jared: *Practically falls over laughing*

Director: Maybe this was a mistake.

deal | pt 1 (m)

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

summary: the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook? High school reunion au + ceo!jeon

word count: 6,366 

part two | part three 


Eyes like ice, cold and calculating narrow over the rim of a wine glass. Soft lips press to the polished glass, the crimson complimenting tan skin. If it weren’t for the soft dent between his brows you would have assumed he had not heard you. He takes his time allowing the wine to caress his palate, eyes closed as he savors the taste.  As always, he makes you wait until the wine glass is drained of it’s dark contents. You ponder on the taste, if it is bitter upon his tongue much like his words.

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  • jack and bitty go to the same coffee shop
  • they always notice each other but don’t actually talk to each other
  • bitty’s always working on his computer
  • jack’s always reading
  • one day the place is crowded, so they end up at the same table
  • jack accidentally notices that bitty is watching falcs re-runs 
  • jack accidentally gets super excited
  • bitty notices and asks jack if he follows hockey
  • jack has no idea what to say to that because 
  • really
  • he’s pretty modest, but he also doesn’t remember the last time somebody in providence didn’t recognize him
  • really
  • it’s a hockey town
  • it’s a bit of a problem tbh
  • but still
  • jack manages to choke out a ‘i- yeah, i do’
  • at which point bitty starts going on and on about how ‘oh well all of the sports people at the paper i work for are out sick so somehow i got roped into covering this game tonight, and i just don’t know what i’m doing- got any advice?’
  • and like
  • of course jack does
  • jack has so much advice
  • jack spends well over an hour giving bitty hockey advice, and talking to him, and occasionally maybe accidentally flirting with him
  • and then he realizes what time it is and remembers that he’s gotta play in the game that night, so he waves of bitty’s thank-you’s and heads out
  • and that night at the game bitty just about dies when jack waves at him from the ice, because
  • holy shit
  • he spent all afternoon flirting with jack zimmermann, captain of the falconers, without actually realizing what he was doing, and he really, really doesn’t know what to do with that information
  • and somehow they don’t see each other after the game
  • and bitty 100% spends the rest of the night trying to figure out what’s going on
  • and like
  • he’s half convinced that he imagined the flirting etc.
  • but then he walks into the coffee shop the next day and jack is sitting in the same spot with two psl’s in front of him and a sheepish grin on his face, bitty almost melts
  • and like jack can’t stay long
  • (he’s gotta be at practice within the hour)
  • but his number’s already written on bitty’s paper cup and they already know each other’s coffee schedules and, yeah.
  • they’re in a relationship by the end of the month

Angus McDonald normally wears his hair buzzed down pretty close to his scalp. It’s easier to manage that way. But in recent months he’s been very busy, with school and new cases and making sure to spend as much time as he can with all of his new family, and now it’s much longer.

Lup told him yesterday that she liked his little ‘fro, but Angus can’t shake the feeling that this particular hairstyle is not conduscive to inconspicuous detective work. He’s with Taako and Kravitz for the week, and is just about to buzz the whole thing off, when he hears the familiar tearing noise that means Kravitz is back, and gets another idea.

“There you are Angus, Taako told me you’d be here, I’m sorry I wasn’t around to welcome you home last night,” Kravitz says when Angus walks into the living room downstairs.

“It’s alright sir! But, umm, actually I was wondering if you could help me something? It’s alright if you can’t or don’t want to I imagine it takes a long time and lots of work and I know you’re probably tired and-“

“Angus,” Kravitz interrupts, “of course I’ll help you. What is it?”

“Um,” Angus tugs at his curls for a second or so before answering. “I was wondering if you could help me do my hair… so that it’s like yours…”

Kravitz blinks, and then smiles.

When Taako gets home he finds the pair of them in the living room, Kravitz is sitting on the couch with Angus between his knees on a little cushion. While Kravitz is carefully parting and twisting together Angus’ much shorter locs, Angus reads aloud from the newest Caleb Cleveland novel, squinting a bit without his glasses. It looks like they’re about halfway done. In the doorway of their little house, Taako’s heart swells (twice over, actually, when he spies the little pile of enchanted silver beads Kravitz is picking from every now and again).

They haven’t noticed him yet, and so Taako loudly clears his throat, and says, “I suppose this means you haven’t started dinner yet?”

They both look up and give almost identical sheepish grins and Taako is nearly floored by the domesticity of it all.

“Sorry Love,” Kravitz answers. “He asked for my help.”

“No, no it’s fine, I’ll just do everything around here like always,” Taako replies, strolling towards the kitchen to make those little personal pizzas that are Angus’ favorite, that he’d already been planning on making anyway.

Kravitz is a section away from being done with Angus’ hair by the time dinner is ready. When he’s finished, Angus darts up the stairs to the bathroom mirror and comes back down a minute later wearing a smile so big it looks like his face might split in two.

“Thank you so much Mr. Kravitz sir! I love it!”

Five Seconds (Richie Tozier x Reader)

Richie Tozier x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: When you confessed to Richie, you got the expected response, but that doesn’t mean it hurt any less. Not even a week later he decides to talk to you, not so subtly jealous about you spending time with Ben. Things sort of…escalate from there.

Warnings: Cussing and Kissing. (oh no, not kissing! *parents screaming, children crying, Ohio catches on fire*) This is a request. DON’T HESITATE TO SEND IN REQUESTS. (Don’t send in like 50 tho. I still need sleep.)

Word Count: 1,697


“Can I t-talk to you.”

Richie stops laughing at Stan and, still giggling, turns to you. “Yeah, what’s up?”

You glance over Richie’s shoulder to see Beverly shoot you a thumbs up. “I’ve been, well- It was Beverly’s idea! But for a while now…” You stumbled over words, trying to soften the embarrassing blow of ‘I have a crush on you’.

“I like you!” You blurt, deciding to get it over with. “I l-like you as more than a friend.”

There’s a moment of silence in which you count the seconds that painfully tick by.

One. Richie’s mouth opens and closes, you can see his eyes dart to the other boys. They’re whooping and hollering, pushing him and giggling like idiots.

Two. You can feel the headrush hit you hard, along with waves of nausea.

Three. Teasing smiles stay on the boys’ faces, but Beverly’s melts off. She knows. She knows what’s going to happen.

Four. Richie’s ears turn fire hydrant red as you grow pale and faint. His eyes once again scan the boys, who continue to tease without mercy. You close your eyes, wishing they’d stop. There would be nothing to celebrate.

Five. “I’m s-sorry…”

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I DIDN’T HAVE TIME FOR “CLASSY”

Originally posted by magiccastles

Summary: You’re the student body president. Your boyfriend is the school’s notorious bad boy and an underground performer. There’s no way the two of you do anything sexual… right?

Warnings: language, fingering, penetration (idk man it’s smut and it’s not as wild as some I’ve written)

Word Count: 2133


“You’re watching me perform tonight, right baby?” Jaebum asked, snaking his arms around your waist as his chest pressed against your back.

He placed a small kiss on the back of your neck then one behind your ear. You leaned back against him, temporarily stopping what you were doing.

“Help me finish taping this poster up and I’ll consider it,” you replied.

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Bucky Imagine #3 | Lingerie

Originally posted by buckysqueenbitch

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Author’s Note: I have so much other stuff to write but sometimes inspiration strikes and I don’t want to lose it. Enjoy Bucky learning about lingerie! 

Rated M for conversation topics and innuendos. 

Have an idea? MAKE A REQUEST!

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Bucky wasn’t the kind of man who just went rummaging around in women’s underwear drawers. He was respectable - a true gentleman, if he said so himself - and yet here he was, eyes lingering a little too long on the lacy strap that had fallen out of the dresser. He had to admit he was curious; things had changed so much in seventy years. Women didn’t wear anything else that was similar to what it was in the forties, surely their underclothes were different, too.

He peaked over his shoulder, eyes scanning the room for any other sign of life before he allowed himself to walk a little closer. He was already invading your privacy by just being here, in your bedroom when the rest of the team was gone, so he just looked at first, studied the little black ribbon and titch of lace that was available to him. 

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His || Jungkook || 0.12

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Teaser | 0.1 | 0.2 | 0.3 | 0.4 | 0.5 | 0.6 | 0.7 | 0.8 | 0.9 | 0.10 | 0.11 | 0.12

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His Roommate

pairing: Jungkook x Reader
genre: Smut, fluff if you squint
warning: M for my lack of self-control
word count: 3020

When your boyfriend suggested the two of you spice up your sex life, you never expected that to include time alone with his roommate.

many thanks to @neoworks for giving it a read <3

“P-please. I really can’t control myself anymore.”

Whipping your head around, you aren’t sure if it is the lust intoxicating your consciousness or if there is actually a half-naked Jungkook watching intently as your boyfriend kneads your ass. What the fuck is going on? One moment you were fooling around with Namjoon in his room, and the next his roommate was standing by the door, cheeks flushed as his chest heaves up and down. You slowly withdraw your hand from under Namjoon’s shirt, the desire to trace lazy swirls on his chest suddenly nonexistent.

“Jungkook. God, what the fuck?” You feel Namjoon’s warm hands on your bottom shift to lift you on to the mattress, leaving you needy and greedy as he turns to address the younger man. Your boyfriend scoots himself to the edge of the bed, his long legs dangling over the wooden frame as he runs a frustrated hand through his pale, pink locks. “You choose now of all time to bring this up.”

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anonymous asked:

If your taking prompts, how about a fic where Patton can never really get a good family picture because Virgil hates pictures and constantly hides his face when he sees a camera?

I love this idea and I’m always taking prompts!


Picture Perfect

Fandom: Sanders Sides
Pairings: Platonic LAMP
Warnings: None

Tagged: @existental-crises @jordisama @here-to-vent @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @novagalaxy4real @thomas-must-get-to-sleep @emo-space-trash@evanisonfire @lollingtothemax @all-the-fand0mz @justanotherpurplebutterfly @emphoenixcat @hetaliagurl5


“Okay!  Three… two… one…” Click!

Patton ran over to the camera that was currently balanced precariously on the banister.  He had a large smile on his face until he clicked the camera’s recall button.

“Virgil,” he pouted, bringing the camera over to them, “can you smile a little for the camera?”

The Anxious Side shrugged, chewing on his jacket’s sleeve.  “I’ve never smiled a day in my life,” he deadpanned.  Patton huffed and Virgil smirked, knowing full well that his statement was utterly false and something that Patton would not stand for.

“Virgil Sanders, I’m going to put this camera back and take one more photo and you’d better be smiling.”  Virgil didn’t shrink away in the face of Patton’s Dad Voice, much to the other’s chagrin.  

He placed the camera back on the banister and made sure that the timer was set before running over to pose again with the others.

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Hormones and instincts

Originally posted by imlostinsantacarla

I decided to put these two requests together because of how similar they are :)

Words: 1,594
Seth Clearwater x Reader


“Paul, leave Seth alone.” Emily scolded and swatted the older wolf around the back of his head; it did nothing to stop Paul’s giggles.  
Seth sat across the bonfire from his laughing pack brothers, with his arms crossed and scowl firmly in place. Emily stepped around and gently smoothed his hair, “You ignore them, you’re a gentlemen and that’s what girls like most.”
“Wrong, girls like confidence.” Paul countered.
“Confidence yeah, but you’re just arrogant.” Embry came to Seth’s rescue and was punched in the arm by Paul for the trouble.

“Seth, Y/N is your imprint, it’s natural to be worried about hurting her or upsetting her.” Sam advised, he gave Emily a sad smile as he pulled her into his lap before continuing; “Besides you’re both young, don’t get too stressed out about things like this.”
“It’s just a shame that you’ve got the imprint and teenage hormones both fighting for control in there.” Leah added and pushed the side of Seth’s head with two fingers.

Seth batted her hand away, “Can we all just stop with the advice now? Before Y/N gets here.”
Jared chimed in, “At least she already knows about wolves.”
Seth glared at Embry, “Yeah thanks for that.”
Embry held his hands up in defence, “I smelt a leech in the area, I went to check on my baby sister. Who could have guessed that she’d see a massive wolf and instantly think that the old legends were true?”
“No one, because no one in the worlds thinks that way except Y/N.” Quil snorted. It was true, the pack were all incredibly surprised to find that you’d figured them out.
Seth sighed, “I just hope that she never sees me phase, it would terrify her.”
Leah flinched at the memory of  their father seeing her phase and it causing his heart attack, Emily sent her a soft smile which Leah ignored.
“Yeah I wouldn’t wanna see you naked if I was her either dude.” Paul snickered and Seth threw his empty drink can at him.
Laughter rippled through the pack, Jared pointed to the top of the beach, “Here comes your little girlfriend now.”

You walked leisurely down the beach towards the bonfire when you heard the laughter erupt from your friends, a few of them turned to face you. You caught Seth’s eye and gave him a little wave, he turned away from you with his arms crossed over his chest. You dropped your hand and tried not to look too upset as you joined them. Leah budged across her log so that you had to take the only free spot next to Seth.
“Bro.” You gave Embry a wave.
“Brat.” He greeted with his usual grin.
“Sounds like you guys are up to no good.” You laughed as you joined the conversation.
“They’re just being assholes.” Seth grumbled and you tried to school your shocked expression at his pouting face, it just didn’t suit his usual carefree personality.
“Well that’s nothing new.” You smiled and Seth returned it with a dazzling smile of his own, the anger in his face easing away.
Kissing noises caught your attention and you turned to give Jared and Paul a confused look but before they could explain themselves Seth had jumped up and shoved Paul off of his log and onto the sand. The laughter stopped and everyone held their breath as Paul stared up at Seth, his mind ticking over and taking in what had just happened.

Sam had already moved Emily to the side and was starting to stand when Paul snarled, “You stupid pup.”
You swallowed hard, he was shaking so hard with anger that he was practically vibrating, you stood and caught Seth by the arm to try to pull him away.
He wrenched his arm away from you, “Get away from me.”
His words packed a punch, Seth was shaking hard too and Leah and Sam were between Paul and Seth but that didn’t stop Paul from pushing himself up and trying to lunge at Seth, his face was red and scrunched like he was in pain. Seth, even though at a clear height disadvantage, caught Paul by the waist and pivoting his entire boy threw him further away from the bon fire. Paul skidded in sand on his back before he managed to flip himself over, he looked up at Seth and snarled, he was shaking even harder now.

Seth dared to take his eyes off of him for a moment to turn to you, he was also shaking now, he caught you by your waist and pushed you back towards your brother. Embry caught you with ease and pulled you behind him, quickly you noted that Kim and Emily had been pushed behind Jared and Jacob. Peaking over your brothers shoulder you watched as Seth turned in time to catch Paul as he launched himself at him, his skin bursting and giving way to fur and claws. Seth was knocked backwards but quickly sprung back and out of his own human form rearing up at Paul.

“Sam stop them.” Emily pleaded.
Sam stood, scarily calm in between the two wolves as they circled each other. “I’ve half a mind to let you two idiots tear into each other.” Sam boomed, “But I think you’ve both done enough damage for today.”
He nodded back towards the bonfire and both wolves followed his gaze to find you clinging to the back of Embry’s shirt, eyes wide and lips trembling. Seth whimpered, Paul lowered his head and Sam sent them both into the woods like a parent tired of his children’s antics.

Embry took you home and you didn’t say much to him during the journey. Sure, you knew about the pack but seeing it, and seeing Paul nearly hurt Seth had you. It hurt in the way that knowing Seth would never see you as a partner hurt, it hurt you because that was all you truly wanted but you knew it couldn’t happen.
Yet, knowing all of that logically didn’t stop the fear that he might be hurt.

Damn, you felt like an idiot.

The next day Seth came to find you and even though your friendship with him was becoming bittersweet because of your unrequited feelings you couldn’t bring yourself to not let him into the house. He stood awkwardly in your hallway until you invited him into the living room when he stood there awkwardly.

You sat on the sofa and patted the space beside you, “Seth you can sit down.”
He sat on the sofa but as far away from you as he could; you tried to ignore the sting of rejection.

Seth cleared his throat awkwardly and ran a hand back through his hair, “Look Y/N I know I’m probably the last person that you want to see right now but I wanted to apologise for last night.”
“I saw just scared.” You admitted and Seth flinched but you continued, “You could have been really hurt Seth.”

“What?” He asked, his nose scrunched adorably in confusion.
“Seth, I was so scared that you were going to get hurt.” You told him and took a chance to reach out and gently squeezed his hand. When you moved to take your hand away, Seth’s mind clicked and he caught your hand with his and held it softly.
“That’s why you were scared?” He asked quietly.
“Well it’s a good enough reason isn’t it? For the record you’re never the last person that I want to see.” You asked.
He gave you a dimpled smile, “Well, yeah I guess it is and thanks.”
Now you realised that, in taking your hand, Seth had pulled you closer to him. The closeness made your stomach flip with butterflies, the heat rolling off of his skin and the fact that he always smelt incredible had you leaning further into him. For once, Seth’s mind was free of thoughts of messing things up; instead he was utterly and unapologetically wrapped up in you.

He leaned into you, and without worry or self-doubt haunting him, he kissed you. A soft, gentle kiss. Excitement bubbled through you and you found yourself smiling into the kiss, which made Seth smile in response until eventually you had to pull away from each other because the kiss had fallen victim to your grins.
“What took us so long?” Seth asked, his grin taking your breath away.
“Wolves are notoriously difficult.” You teased and kissed the tip of his nose.

“Well isn’t this adorable!” You heard from the doorway, both of you jumped and whipped your heads around to were Quil and Jacob were laughing at Embry who stood with his hands over his eyes.
“Is it safe for me to look yet?” Embry asked.
“No, Seth’s taking her clothes off man.” Quil told him.
“What?!” Embry practically screeched and ripped his own hand free from his eyes only to find Seth giving him a sheepish grin and you trying to bury your burning face in your hands.
You moved your hands from your face as Seth leaned back and kissed your cheek softly, ignoring the boys wolf whistles, “Let me take you on a real date?”
You glared over at your brother who was dramatically whining about you growing up while Quil and Jacob pretended to comfort him, “Anything to get me away from these idiots.”  

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Smut /// Nerd!Baekhyun

You flip through the manga’s lining his windowsill; you’d just finished running your hands through the ones in his bookshelf. Baekhyun was lounging on his bed with his leg dangling off the edge. He had one of those double decker beds without the bed at the bottom instead the space was crammed with his computer and posters for old timey movies.

You toss your jean jacket onto the chair, dirtying the spotless room with the item. You could feel his eyes wandering off his manga and onto the chair in an instant.  

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The first time Jeremy says, “I’m happy for you,” he means it. It’s during their first year of college, when Michael comes back to their dorm room early one Sunday morning still wearing the sweater and jeans he wore yesterday, dark marks dotting his neck, sheepish grin adorning his reddened face. Jeremy barks the words teasingly, begs for the more scandalous details, and high-fives Michael before they start a round of Mario Kart.

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The second time he says those words, it’s nine months later, when Michael introduces him to Luke. He says the word jokingly, nudging Michael’s side with his elbow when Michael hisses that it’s casual, oh my god, it’s nothing serious, stop it!

But Michael’s repressing a smile when he says it, and Jeremy’s glad to see his best friend happy.

-

The third time he says the words is a long time later. After a breakup and a fling and a tumultuous short-term relationship that Jeremy could never grant his blessing to, Michael comes back from a second date with this guy he met on a dating app with a hickey and a huge grin. Jeremy’s busy working on an assignment due by midnight, so he just says the words on auto-pilot, sparing time to fist-bump Michael before he refocuses on his laptop. There’s an odd twinge in the pit of his stomach when Michael hums his way to the shower, but he ignores it in favor of cursing at his word doc.

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The fourth time is senior year. Michael’s been going on and on about his crush in his Sound Editing class, and Jeremy gets a text during lunch saying that he’s scored a coffee date with the crush.

I’m happy for you, Jeremy texts back. Good luck!

Staring at his phone screen, his half-eaten sandwich forgotten on the table, Jeremy looks at the excited all caps texts from Michael and realizes that he doesn’t mean the words at all.

-

The fifth time hurts.

Michael is waving goodbye to Alex, his eyes soft with affection and mouth red from kissing that Jeremy pretended not to be bothered by. He turns to Jeremy with his cheeks tinted pink and Jeremy’s heart plummets at the look on his face.

“I think I love him,” Michael says.

Even though his heart breaks at the words, Jeremy doesn’t let his voice crack when he says, “I’m happy for you.”

-

The fifth time is nothing compared to the sixth.

“He asked me to marry him!” Michael shrieks, eyes bright, smelling of cinnamon and an unfamiliar cologne as he hugs Jeremy tight. Jeremy clutches Michael’s shirt and hugs him back, eyes watering as he swallows a sob.

“I’m happy for you,” he chokes out. It’s a lie. He’s been lying for a long time, now.

-

The seventh time is the product of a hundred practice runs, of hours spent repeating the same line over and over at a mirror. The words have sanded his heart down to dust until there’s nothing left but an aching empty cavity in Jeremy’s chest.

“I’m happy for you,” he lies to Michael, who’s fidgeting with his tie and his tuxedo jacket. In a few minutes, Michael will walk down the aisle, and Jeremy will stand by him as his best man.

“God, I’m so fucking nervous,” Michael says, laughing.

“You’re gonna be fine,” Jeremy says, dragging Michael’s hands away from his necktie before he ruins the perfect windsor knot.

Michael sighs, then looks at Jeremy with a small smile. “Hey man, I love you.”

“I love you too,” Jeremy says, and he means it. He’ll always mean it. It’s the only part of him that’s not a lie, these days.

The Truth Behind the Catspaw Dagger

Since most show watchers at this point seem to think Littlefinger was the one to order the assasination on Bran in season one with the Valyrian steel dagger, and the show seems to be framing it that way as well (and the books are incredibly subtle about the true story behind it anyway to the point where it goes over even book readers heads) I want to try and clear it up.

So Catelyn goes to Kings Landing to find the truth behind her sons attempted assassination. She brings the dagger and shows it to Petyr and Vary’s. Petyr reveals it is his.

  • “I would have told you that there was only one knife like this at King’s Landing.” He grasped the blade between thumb and forefinger, drew it back over his shoulder, and threw it across the room with a practiced flick of his wrist. It struck the door and buried itself deep in the oak, quivering. “It’s mine.” “Yours?” It made no sense. Petyr had not been at Winterfell. “Until the tourney on Prince Joffrey’s name day,” he said, crossing the room to wrench the dagger from the wood. “I backed Ser Jaime in the jousting, along with half the court.” Petyr’s sheepish grin made him look half a boy again. “When Loras Tyrell unhorsed him, many of us became a trifle poorer. Ser Jaime lost a hundred golden dragons, the queen lost an emerald pendant, and I lost my knife.”

He claims he lost the dagger to Tyrion Lannister in a tourney bet. This is a Lie he tells in order to further the conflict between the Starks and the Lannisters. Tyrion is later confronted by Catelyn and knows nothing about it.

  • "Tyrion felt the heat rise in him. "It was not my dagger,” he insisted. “How many times must I swear to that? Lady Stark, whatever you may believe of me, I am not a stupid man. Only a fool would arm a common footpad with his own blade.”

Once Catelyn doubts that Tyrion was behind it, she later confronts Jamie about the dagger, accusing him.

  • “And when he did not, you knew your danger was worse than ever, so you gave your catspaw a bag of silver to make certain Bran would never wake.”“Did I now?” Jaime lifted his cup and took a long swallow. “I won’t deny we talked of it, but you were with the boy day and night, your maester and Lord Eddard attended him frequently, and there were guards, even those damned direwolves … it would have required cutting my way through half of Winterfell. And why bother, when the boy seemed like to die of his own accord?”

He denies it too. He claims evidence in the fact that Tyrion always backed him in the tourneys. Tyrion couldn’t have gained anything that day, since Jaime lost against Loras. Its then that he has the revelation that he did recognise the dagger. it was Roberts.

  • Tyrion always backed me in the lists,“ Jaime said, "but that day Ser Loras unhorsed me. A mischance, I took the boy too lightly, but no matter. Whatever my brother wagered, he lost … but that dagger did change hands, I recall it now. Robert showed it to me that night at the feast. His Grace loved to salt my wounds, especially when drunk. And when was he not drunk?”

So it’s been revealed it was in Roberts possession just BEFORE the begginning of the story. Robert would have taken it with him to  Winterfell. This is when it falls into place what has happened, and Tyrion understands. It was Joffrey who sent the catspaw to kill Bran. He overhears Robert mention it would be a mercy for Bran to die after Bran is crippled from his fall. Joffrey wanted to gain favour with his distant ‘father’ by sending the assassin. This is confirmed in this quote.

  • The prince’s own dagger had a jeweled pommel and inlaid goldwork on the blade, Tyrion seemed to recall. At least Joff had not been stupid enough to use that. Instead he went poking among his father’s weapons. Robert Baratheon was a man of careless generosity, and would have given his son any dagger he wanted … but Tyrion guessed that the boy had just taken it. Robert had come to Winterfell with a long tail of knights and retainers, a huge wheelhouse, and a baggage train. No doubt some diligent servant had made certain that the king’s weapons went with him, in case he should desire any of them.

And in this exchange between Tyrion and Jaime.

  •  "Joffrey would have been a worse king than Aerys ever was. He stole his father’s dagger and gave it to a footpad to slit the throat of Brandon Stark, did you know that?“"I … I thought he might have.”

SO THERE WE GO.

The only questions we have to Littlefingers involvement was wether he ever owned the dagger to start with, and made the lie involving any bet up entirely, OR there was a bet, but it was between himself and Robert perhaps. Either way, its been confirmed that the dagger WAS in Roberts possession in Winterfell, and JOFFREY was the one with the grand idea to try and have Bran murdered with it. 

Lust & Errors 04

Rated: M

Warning: Excessive graphic smut, age gap, marijuana usage.

SummaryStep brother, fuck buddy… They were one and the same now. But what started out as some mindless fucking game, quickly turns into something much more difficult and complex.

Note: Hell has frozen over and the sun has rose in the west. Part 4 is here, and I have no explanation for the tremendously long wait. “✐” means flashback and two of them means end of flashback. 

Words: 23,982

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05.


A long yawn escaped your lips in the middle of your explanation of a math problem. You covered your mouth as it gasped with the yawn and leaned back in the hard, wooden chair, desperately wishing it would somehow turn into your bed.

“Tired?” Jungkook asked, looking down at a piece of paper as he hurriedly wrote down what you assumed to be a note.

“A little.” You admitted with a sleepy drawl, too tired to hide the fact that you were tired and your eyes scanned over the page in the book you had been reading from, trying to find where you stopped.

When he was finished writing down his note, he glanced up at you expectantly, but once he noticed the sheer exhaustion painted plain as day on your face and weighing down your body, he sat up straight himself and cleared his throat. “We can stop, you know. If you’re tired.” His voice was a bit rushed and he sounded kind of guilty. “I-I’m sorry.” He chuckled, but it sounded forced and nervous.

It was odd to see Jeon Jungkook act nervous, when you were so used to cocky smirks and his overly confident attitude. But if there was one thing you noticed while tutoring him for the past two weeks, it was that tutoring him was a lot different than you had initially expected.

You had figured he was secretly some math genius and had only asked for your help in order to get into your pants. After all, it wasn’t exactly hard to tell that you were a virgin. And guy’s like Jeon Jungkook, loved girl’s like you.

Well, at least that’s what you thought.

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Mr. Min - Chapter 02

Description:  Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Smut and Angst

Word Count: 9872

Warning: Dom!Yoongi, light breath play, cum play, punishment, demeaning names, inappropriate table manners

Playlist - Prologue - Ch 01 - Ch 02 - Ch 03 - Ch 04 - Ch 05 - Ch 06 - Ch 07

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Stiles Vs The New Table

Originally posted by procrastinationoutlet

Stiles x Fem!Reader

Summery: Stiles decides to break in the new table… (Y/N) has the pleasure of seeing who can last longer, Stiles or the table.

Warnings: +18, Swearing, sex, dirty talk?, Dom!Stiles


“It’s not very sturdy.” You mumbled as Stiles finished building the able and you wobbled it to prove your point. “It’s a pretty crappy table.”

“Then don’t wobble it, what’re you planning to do to it anyway?” He huffed and hopped to his feet.

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Hesitation

I legit can’t write for anyone other than Peter now ahhh
Hope you guys don’t mind xx

Title: Hesitation
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Summary: A slightly jealous conversation and close proximity leads to more between you and Peter
Word Count: 1,284
Warnings: None 
Tagged: @tmrhollandkay @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x

Your name: submit What is this?

           "Ok, here, listen to this one,“ you insisted, handing Peter the headphones once more.

           "Come on, Y/N,” he replies, rolling his eyes with a sheepish grin on his face.

           You were sitting in your bedroom, listening to some of music you had picked out for Peter. He wasn’t a music buff, but you demanded that he spend a few hours listening to the music you recommended, and he’d do anything to see a smile on your face.

           Thus, he accepts the headphones and looks at you as he listens intently. Peter pretends to understand the musicality of the song, but for the most part it’s just sound waves travelling through his head. But if this made you happy, he’d do it. Besides, it was a good excuse to spend time with you.

           "So?“ you asked as the song finished. "What’s your rating?”

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I was inspired by @potato-fan-girl writing Lance as a live streamer in this fic! So, here’s Lance taking a stupid dare for the viewers. 

“So, this is insane, but who’s to say that I’m not also insane?” 

Keith smirks as he props his feet up and leans back against his computer chair. He watches with lazy eyes as Lance motions toward the icy river behind him. 

He won’t do it, Keith thinks, and he expresses this through a quick text to the brunet.

It takes only seconds until Lance is fishing his phone out of his pocket, and Keith can’t help the light laugh that slips through his lips as he watches Lance’s face curl into a mask of annoyance as he reads the text.

“My boyfriend seems to think I’m bluffing. Well, let me prove you wrong, Keith!" 

Keith crosses his arms and tilts his head as Lance begins shedding clothes on his laptop screen. He’s predictable, Keith thinks. Lance always asks for dares from his live stream viewers then chickens out half way through. It never fails.

Most likely, Lance will strip to his boxers, toe the icy river water, then make some humorous comment about how he’s not in the mood to die today.

When Lance is stripped down to his boxers, he turns his back to face the river, and Keith’s eyes zero in on the defined back muscles jutting out beautifully against golden tan skin. His gaze trickles down the waist band of Lance’s light blue boxers as a soft blush colors his cheeks, and then Lance jumps.

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