and he did the little squint

Babe, where’s my razor?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None (fluff)

Word count: 979

Summary: The reader can’t stand Dean shaving all the time so she takes action!

A/N: Have you guys ever fantasized about Dean’s facial hair? If your answer is yes, this is the perfect fic for you!

It all started on a hunt a while back when you and Dean were stuck in a motel in the middle of nowhere. Dean had forgotten to pack his razor and since there was no drugstore in sight, he didn’t care which resulted in the sexy scruff that was starting to show itself on his cheeks.

Of course you didn’t mind. The opposite was the case actually. Watching him sit at the coffee table with his left elbow propped up, his heavenly scruffy face resting on his hand, was a view you thoroughly enjoyed.

Sadly, the morning after you guys returned to the bunker your new favorite thing about Dean was gone. You could have simply told him to keep it but you couldn’t stand seeing that self-satisfied smirk you were sure would play across his full lips once you admitted your weakness.

The next time you went on a hunt Dean did not forget to pack his razor, much to your disappointment.

But you came up with something that would hopefully work. Now it was your turn to smirk.

“I’m going to grab us something to eat. I’ll be back in half an hour,” your gorgeous, green-eyed boyfriend told you before he left the room.

Time to get to work.

You made your way to Dean’s duffel bag and after searching through it for a few seconds you found the evil object which kept that amazing scruff away from you.

Discarding it quickly you stood in the middle of the room but your victory was short lived. You knew Dean would go to the drugstore next to the motel to get a new one when he wouldn’t be able to find it, so you needed a backup plan.

Some may think that you were crazy for doing this but you didn’t care. You were firmly determined to go to all extents in order to accomplish your mission.

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“A Wish for 100″

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Midnight strikes, officially marking Bucky’s 100th birthday. You surprise the super-soldier with a small treat and a gift that has potential to change everything.

A/N: ending the last few hours of the day by wishing a happy 100th to our sweet plum, bucky barnes! // i wrote this in 7 minutes (i timed myself, hurrah) so it’s an incoherent mess. i’ll probably delete this sometime next week xx

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Bucky leans against the headboard of his bed, bringing the covers closer to his body before crossing his arms against his chest. He watches as the second hand of the clock make its way around, hypnotically ticking away.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

In a few minutes, he’ll be 100-years-old, and it baffles him that he’s been on this planet for a century. He’s outlived his parents, his contemporaries, and everything he considered to be home. His age isn’t something he’s too keen on, especially since he’s spent over half of those “one hundred years of life” as a brainwashed weapon for a terrorist organization.

Birthdays are still a weird concept, and he prefers to not make a big deal out of them. He’s requested his teammates to treat it like any other day, and he doesn’t want any special attention. Lucky for him, the Avengers members with a flare for surprises and events are on a mission, and hopefully the rest of the team will oblige to his request.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

His breath hitches.

It’s midnight.

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epiphany pt.2 | jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + college au

Word Count: 3k

Summary: You hated his guts, especially after he ruined your chance at getting a good grade in one of your toughest classes. But why did your heart beat a little faster every time you saw him? And why did he feel the same way?


Reader’s POV

As your eyes fluttered open, the bright light from your window piercing through making you squint, you felt something heavy strayed against your body. Finally adjusting to the light, a gasp left your mouth when you saw Jungkook in front of you, his chest rising up and down softly, as his arm was draped around your waist, having you flush against him.

Wha- OMG!” You exclaimed loudly, as you threw his arm off of you, scrambling away when your sudden movement caused Jungkook to fall off the bed with a large thud.

“What the hell…” he grumbled, his voice low and raspy as he got up on his feet, rubbing the side of his head as he stared at you through his lidded eyes.

“Y-You! You were–Why were you in my bed?!” You shrieked as you quickly looked down at yourself, the clothes you wore last night still donned on your body, a sigh of relief escaping you.

Jungkook’s eyes widened in alarm when a look of realization dawned upon him, as he stared at you, words spluttering from his mouth in a frenzy.

“Wai–It’s not what it looks like! I swear, I didn’t do anything! Y-you’re the one that grabbed me and asked me not to go and-”

“I did what?!” you exclaimed, your own eyes widening to the size of saucers, when Jungkook added, “Last night, you grabbed my wrist and told me not to go in your sleep and I tried but you just wouldn’t let me go so I thought I’d stay till you let me go but then I fell asleep an-”

Moaning, you fell to your knees in dramatic fashion, your head in your hands as you groaned in embarrassment, “Oh my god, I’m such an idiot. This is so embarrassing, this is so embarrassing!!!”

“Y/N–” Jungkook started when you lifted a hand up, pointing towards the door without lifting your head, feeling too ashamed too look him in the eyes.

“Please, just leave Jungkook-ah…I can’t. This is too embarrassing.” you begged as you saw his feet shuffle around, before he grabbed his stuff and made his way out the door, a breath of relief leaving you as you sunk against the wall.

“You’re kidding me?!” Seulgi repeated again while you were walking next to her, your shoulders slumped as your trudged down the sidewalk.

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When Chasing Love (NSFW 18+)

A/N: Hiii, this is like my first ever Stuart fic. I’ve technically done one with the Hoes a while back but this is my first individual one. The title of this was based off a poem by Michael Faudet that is the bases for this fic. I want to thank @writing-obrien as usual for being my biggest motivator and helper, but I’m also going to thank her for any future help she will undoubtly lend me. This is really different than I’ve written before, but it was the best way I could think to give a good perspective from all sides instead of one. I also wanted to try this style of writing out, because I do plan on writing a Styida fic at some point. I hope you guys like this and thank you all for being wonderfully beautiful people.

Warning: Public Fingering and Alcohol Abuse (Because again, they’re drunk.)

Word Count: 3847

Originally posted by prettiestcaptain

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silk | chapter five

Originally posted by wonhoslilmonster

chapter song | masterpost | next chapter

ceo au - jimin x reader - angst | smut

word count : 5.5k

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Fragments - Part 4

Word Count: 3122

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, panic attack-ish 

A/N: Feedback and constructive criticism always appreciated. Unedited. Mistakes are all mine. *Made some adjustments to the timeline from part 3 cuz I changed some backstory. Had to edit to fix it. Changed their ages from getting together at age 26 to age 22.* 

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“Dean I can’t find Y/N. She’s not in her room and I’ve looked every – Oh.” Sam’s panic faded to a smile when he opened the door to Dean’s room and found the two of you together. Dean stirred and half opened his eyes, looking toward Sam in the open doorway. “Sorry, I just…I thought she might’ve bailed.”

“It’s ok.” Dean spoke softly, trying not to wake you. “We were talking. She fell asleep so I let her crash here. Didn’t see the point in waking her up to go next door.”

“Yeah.” Sam smirked knowingly. “More like you missed her and didn’t wanna let her go.” Dean shot Sam a glare and Sam held his hands up in surrender. “I’m not judging you, man. I’m just saying don’t push her too hard or too fast. There’s breakfast in the kitchen whenever you guys are ready.” Dean gave a small nod and Sam backed out of the room, closing the door gently.  

Dean absently ran his fingers through your hair, closing his eyes again and letting out a content sigh.

You woke up slowly, slightly confused. You didn’t remember falling asleep and you were up against something solid and warm. The last thing you remembered was Dean filling you in about your life and that was when you realized you must’ve fallen asleep on Dean and shot up like you’d been electrocuted. “I’m sorry. I didn’t – I – I’ll go.” You moved quickly, maneuvering out of Dean’s grip and out of the bed when he grabbed you and stopped you from going any further.

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everyone is gay: the sequel // evak & magnus

even and magnus are hiding something from isak.
(sequel to everyone is gay: the musical)

When both of their phones go off at the same time, it means either one of two things: 1) Eskild is telling them to keep the noise levels down, or 2) there’s a new message in the guys’ groupchat.

Since the closest contact they have with each other’s fun zones (at the present moment, at least) is Isak lying with his head in Even’s lap, Even can only assume it’s the latter.

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on sketches

Sometimes Percy lets Vex go through his sketchbooks when he’s not using them - a sign of how much he trusts her, really.

A lot of his notes from before they met are messy and jumbled and - in many places - heavily damaged and torn. He doesn’t sketch people or places, just scribbles out ideas that would later become his guns. Vex finds a page early on where he tried to keep count of the days since he got free of Whitestone; it stops after a month and a half.

And then she hits the part where she knows they’ve met. He sketches out Keyleth’s circlet, Scanlan’s various instruments, little pieces of his new companions. And her. The first one is just a brief sketch, a scribble of what’s obviously her and Trinket. It’s cute, really.

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things you said through your teeth

more ladynoir for the soul /o/

somewhat NSFW take heed :’D


Of all the noises Ladybug had expected while going over Chat’s back for damage, the half-hiss, half-moan had not been one of them.

She froze, hands stilling where she’d been running them down his back, from his shoulders to his hips, taking her time as he sprawled across her lap. “Sorry, did that hurt?”

His cat ears pricked, the muscles under hands flexing for a second, and then relaxing with a stuttered almost-sigh. “N-no?”

Ladybug squinted at the back of her partner’s head. That didn’t sound like a lie…

Cautiously, she began to move her hands again, paying extra attention to his reactions this time — the rhythm of his breathing and how the firm, warm flesh felt under her hands and the luxurious curve of his spine and—

And it was possible, just possible, that she got a little distracted.

Anytime her dorky partner wanted to stop being hot as hell would be a good time for her. Really.

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Soul on Fire

Originally posted by magneticcas

Characters: Cas x Sister!Reader, Dean, Sam

Word Count:  1168

Request:  Hi! I saw that your requests were open and I was wondering if it would be possible for you to maybe do a Cas x reader smut where the reader is Sam and Deans younger sister and Cas has had feelings for the reader for a long time. But he has held back because of Sam and Dean but more and more she starts to tease him around the bunker, eventually he snaps leading to unprotected smut?  AND  I was wondering if you could do a soulmate image where the reader is the soulmate of cas but is the Winchesters young sister like in 7&8 and at the moment he feels like protective and brother like but it shows as time goes on his feelings change.

Warning: Smut, Unprotected Sex, Swearing, Fluff

A/N: Thank you so much, @notnaturalanahi  for helping me organize my thoughts with this one.  It would not be written if it wasn’t for you!  This soulmate story is a little different, because it’s more of a choice situation.  I feel awful for this story taking so long to write, I just had so little inspiration to write it.  I LOVE Cas, but really struggle writing him.

“This is Castiel.  Cas is an-,”

“Angel,” you finished, a breathy edge to your voice.  Your brother squinted at you, questioning the look of wonder on your face.

“Yeah, how did you-?” You couldn’t hear if he finished the sentence or not, but you were lost in Castiel’s crystal blue eyes.  

“You can see my wings,” Cas said, as if you were the only person in the world, as if he was speaking to your soul.  

“Yes,” you replied, taking in the silky, black feathers.

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rain kisses + clay jensen x reader


summary: clay & y/n make a list of firsts. a kiss, and more specifically a kiss in the rain, tops the list.

tw; an overwhelming amount of the word kisses?

“Ever had a kiss in the rain, Jensen?”

The quesion lingered in your mind for a bit, as you turned from your window view. Clay only shook his head, signaling a no.

“Me neither, i’ve never even had a kiss yet.” You commented, turning your back towards him and your front at the window.

Silence hung in the air as the rain fell like pennies. You found comfort in the drops.

“We can— try it?” Clay suggested, raising an eyebrow. That caught your attention. You let out a breath that you hadn’t known of.

“Really?” Another turn and your legs swung off the window bench. He nodded, though a little unsure.

“Nothing’s gonna stop us.” Clay gave you a small smile. By then, you’re already up and pulling on your coat. He followed a few minutes after.

“Wait! The umbrella!” You ran back to the entrance of the house to see Clay and the umbrella.

“I knew you were going to forget <i>something</i>” Clay paused, squinting at the harsh rain. “So I got it.”

It was more fun trying to open the umbrella, since it wouldn’t. Once it did, it smacked Clay in the face. Then it may have broke.

“Good job.” You stated sarcastically. He laughed, “Look, I’m trying here! If this doesn’t work, we’ll just go without the umbrella.”

You gave him the ‘are you crazy?’ look.

“Hey. I promise i’ll pay for a new umbrella, and this time, it’ll be easier to open.”

The umbrella was completely busted within one open. It had to be new, too. Just amazing.

Clay threw the umbrella to the side and stepped out onto the rain. You stayed perfectly dry under the awning of your house.

“C'mon, Y/N!” He opened his arms to try and catch the raindrops. Chuckling, you ran out— jumping into his rain covered jacket.

“I didn’t think my idea would be this stupid, but I like it.” A dainty smile was plastered on your face. An equally joyful smile was returned.

“So-” Clay began, but with the amount of courage you could muster, you kissed him. Your mind told you to do it fast before you regret it. It was an innocent peck on the lips.

“I didn’t finish my sentence!”

“Carry on— and hurry so I could kiss you more?”

“I finished the list of firsts that we started the other day, and-” Clay sighed, “I think this should be the first one we completed.”

The day was filled with smiles, so you pulled another one, and kissed him like you promised. Though, it was deeper than before.

“Now that’s a kiss in the rain.” You remarked.

You both were inside now, cuddled up in some warm blankets. The list layed in front of you, on top of all the homework that still wasn’t completed.

“So, this one is done.” Clay checked off the first box with a purple glitter pen.

You grabbed a green glitter one and circled the next box, “Now you have to take me on a date.”

Clay let out a breathy laugh, “Monet’s? Tomorrow, after school?”

“That would be perfect, Jensen.”


“Jesus you scared me!” Ryleigh took a few deep breaths to try to calm her heart down as she moved closer.

“Good,” he crossed his arms and glared at her. “You should be more careful.”

“About what?” she frowned. “What are you doing here?”

“Going against my better judgement,” he sighed heavily.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Ryleigh snapped. “But I’m getting a little sick of your mood swings. First you hate me, then you ask me to dance at the club, now you—”

“I did no such thing,” he growled. “Are you really that blind?”

“What?” she blinked at him, thoroughly confused.

He lowered his head and looked up at her expectantly for a moment as though he were willing her to understand. Opening his mouth slightly, he made an annoyed clicking sound and Ryleigh suddenly realised he had a beard. She squinted at him in the darkness and really looked at him.

“Oh my god!” she gasped suddenly. “That wasn’t you in the club!?”

“No it was not,” he confirmed. “Though I was there, I didn’t go anywhere near you.”

“Then who the hell asked me to dance?!” she demanded. “He looked exactly like you!”

“I’m aware,” he nodded. “That generally happens with identical twins.”

“Twin brother?” Ryleigh gaped at him. “I thought he was you, that’s why I said no.”

“Well thank god for your hatred of me,” he rolled his eyes. “You’d do well to apply that same hatred to Halim, perhaps even more so.”

“What?” she frowned. “Why?”

“You don’t want to know the why,” he shook his head and unfolded his arms, moving forwards quickly. “All you need to know is that you should stay as far away from him and that club as possible.”

He stared at her meaningfully as he strode passed and headed in the direction of his house leaving Ryleigh staring after him in confusion. What the hell was going on?

Bonding Time Pt. 1 | Joker X Reader

  Warning: This post contains smut, daddy kink, domination and submissiveness, etc. You have been warned ;) 

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again

      Jokers cold blue and deadly eyes were staring directly at me. He had no emotion shown, it was hard to read what he was thinking. With his eyes locked on my face, I felt heat run to my cheeks and knew I was blushing the darkest shade of pink. Something about the silence between us, about the atmospheric pressure going on… It was intensifying. Something was holding me back from ripping his pants down and riding him on the table, it was the line of keeping out relationship professional and being a close friend. His words interrupted my thoughts when I found myself staring directly back at him.

      “Y’know, Y/N…” he began, sitting back in his seat with the smug look still on his face. “You’re not good at hiding your ah…  feelings, are you?” I furrowed my eyebrows at him, acting confused.

      “You’re smarter than you appear, Mistah J…” he laughed, slouching forward and stopping it as his face remained emotionless again, eyes fixated on mine. He let his eyes wander over my complexion and my face briefly, I watched every movement of his eyes as he did so. When our eyes connected again, it was like something sparked in my stomach. I squeezed my legs together, holding back every little thing that kept this from being unprofessional.

         “But tell me what you think I’m feeling,” he smiled mischievously. While the curvature of his lips pointed up and his lips parting to show his metallic grill, his eyes squinted but remained on me at all times. He shook his head, looking down, chuckling to himself.

         “I don’t need to tell you when the both of us already know, Doctor…”

          I cocked my eyebrow at him, curiosity at it’s peak. Then, he unexpectedly said something that made me freeze in my place.

          “Why don’t cha show daddy what you’re feeling? And if you let me out of this straight jacket, maybe I’ll cheer ya up…”

          My mouth fell open and my eyes flew open, I sat stunned and frozen at what he said. My thoughts started contradicting each other. A part of me wanted to keep our session professional, but another me wanted to suck the hell out of his dick. I looked around at the rectangle mirror, in search of nobody around us or…

         “Don’t cha worry, glass is sound proof. And the two of us <i>know</i> you need a stress reliever…”

          He smiles the same deviant, maniacal and evil smile he did just moments ago. My urges were at the edge of my skin, biting and tempting me to listen to him, to obey for just one day. It wouldn’t hurt to get a taste of…

           “C’mon babygirl…” he tempts. I stand up and reach for a key in my chest pocket and walk over to unlock his straight jacket. He runs it down his arms and shakes it off, I don’t see anything but his pale complexion and many of his tattoos on his back. I found it strange he didn’t have a shirt on, but nevertheless, I wasn’t complaining.

            He turned around and grabbed a fist full of my hair, throwing me on the table, I yelped as a reaction. He growled and lowered his body on mine, taking his free hand and running it up and down my outer left thigh. “Show daddy what he’s working with…”

             I bit my bottom lip, unable to contain myself any longer. My face felt red, and everything felt hot. When he released my hair and sat back in the chair, back against the seat, I sat up and slowly started to take everything off. First was the long, white lab coat. Next came the light blue tee I had on, revealing the black laced push-up bra I had and when my pencil skirt came off, matching underwear were now revealed as well. He growled, and when I looked at his eyes they appeared to be roaming my fair skin, I could tell his body was instantly becoming heated.

               I laid on my back against the cold table that once separated our bodies, our presence. My hands roamed my body, the breeze hitting my skin which created goosebumps and I allowed them to travel all over. My left hand paused at my breast and which I began to grope. My next hand slowly made its way down to my thigh region, he began to move in his seat and while watching his eyes, they were carefully fixated on my crotch and my hand. I rubbed my thighs, groping them as I let my left hand reach underneath my bra, where my index and middle finger connected with my nipple that was fully erect, I could only imagine it was the same with my other breast.

                Before my hand could even touch my sex, J jumped up and ripped my hand away. His beady eyes now connected with mine and I saw something underneath those icy blue eyes of his. I saw lust, and a glance of something else, something I couldn’t make out but was excited to see if he would show me. He took the hand holding my wrist and brought me up to him, where his other hand grabbed the back of my neck and flipped me over and bent me over the table. One hand eventually brought both hands behind my back and held them there, another unhooked my bra and temporarily moved my hands to take my bra completely off. I was halfway exposed to him now, the situation was stirring my body up and he was turning me on. I never knew a psychopathic clown had a… kink.

                  He growled, again. His ambitions became very clear and before I could even let out a moan, his free hand flew in the air and came down on my ass, a slap that echoed off the walls but made no effect on the outside of this room. He continued the process, and after the fifth or sixth one I only began to giggle, groaning and moaning with pleasure whenever he would slap my ass. “Oh, you like that, do ya?” I nodded, not being able to answer through my giggles. His spanking came to a pause and it was silent, my chuckles ended after a few moments. “Well you’re going to hate what I have planned for you, Doctor…”

Waffles and Sandwiches

Peace. That’s how Isak would describe this bubbly feeling inside his tummy. Even’s head was pillowed on Isak’s chest, the warm summer sun shining down on both their winter pale faces. The reflection of the sun on Even’s face let his freckles shine out. Even’s eyes were closed, his face all soft and relaxed. Isak felt Even’s thumb gently caressing his hand, and his heart beat in silent pace against Even’s ear.

Summer had only just begun and they decided to take some time off for a quiet day in the park after a stressful week of school and exams. Isak was really looking forward to some time alone with his boyfriend after spending almost all week buried in workbooks.

“Isak!” Jonas’s voice made Even jump and he almost knocked his head against Isak’s jaw.

“What are you guys doing here?” Isak asked, a slightly annoyed eye roll darting over his face.

“Even told us you’d be here!” Magnus said, almost sitting closer to Even already than Isak did.

Even hunched his shoulders a tad, then: “It wasn’t an invitation?”

“Well, we’re here now.” Mahdi said, unpacking some food. “We even brought you food. It’s not waffles though, because these two,” Mahdi pointed at Magnus and Jonas, “were convinced you don’t want waffles. Who doesn’t want waffles!”

Isak heard Magnus laugh next to Even. “Sometimes,” Isak began, squinting his eyes a little, “I feel like you have a crush on my boyfriend, Magnus.”

Magnus huffs offended. “I’m not! He’s just. Super cool.”

Isak rolled his eyes again and looked at Mahdi. “We would’ve loved waffles,” then he sighed. We. “I would’ve loved waffles,” Isak corrected,  adding “I don’t know about this guy though” with a shoulder shrug to Even.

“You brought sandwiches.” The corners of Even’s mouth twitched, a wide grin darting over his face. “Let’s see.”

Isak slid closer to Even again, placing his cheek against Even’s shoulder. “I mean,” Even said, taking a bite of one of the sandwiches, “it’s not bad. But babe, you need to taste.”

Even held the sandwich towards Isak, prompting him to taste it. Isak heard the boys coo in the background, and saw Magnus smile from ear to ear. “Your behavior is getting suspicious,” Isak said before finally taking a bite. He faked thinking about the sandwich, then: “I mean, Even’s right. It’s not bad, but. You guys know nothing about how to make sandwiches.”

Even ate the rest of the sandwich with the brightest smile Isak had seen in awhile.

The Stories We Tell

Originally posted by soluscheese

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 2176

Summary:  The reader tries to move on after but there are obstacles.

Warnings:  Some fluff, some angst, some humor, lots of swearing

Not all love stories have a happy ending.  

And there’s nothing wrong with that.  

Sometimes two people can love each other completely, and still break up.  It’s not that it ended, it’s that it ran its course.  

You loved him completely, and always would.  But the story of you two together, sweaty and tangled in bed sheets, desperately reaching for each other after a hunt, curled up in front of the TV, that story was over.

Now there was only friendship.  And it was okay, you promised yourself.  

It was okay.  

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anonymous asked:

I have a lil prompt for Yousef and Sana. Maybe Sana is like studying at a cafe and Yousef comes in and sees her and sits down hesitantly and they end up talking and awkwardly smiling until the girls come in and catch them. Idk just a thought :) love you're blog btw xx

Sana had always enjoyed studying in coffee shops - they were often quite peaceful, and somehow it was easier to focus on what she was reading while the scent of freshly brewed coffee floated in the air and the quiet conversations worked as a relaxing white nose in her ears. Sana was rarely distracted while studying, but the moment she heard Yousef’s voice she knew that he was an exception to that rule:

“You’re a hard-working one, aren’t you?” Yousef asked, and Sana had to stop herself from smiling before looking up from the table to the older boy. He was leaning - he was always leaning, what was that about? - on a nearby pillar, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants.

Sana shrugged. “That or I simply have some time to kill.”

Yousef chuckled and then raised his eyebrows in a question, gesturing towards the seat across the table from Sana. Sana nodded, closing her chemistry book, having accepted the fact that studying would be impossible if she could feel Yousef’s eyes on her. Strange.

“Now, tell me,” Sana said as she watched the older boy sit down, take off his cap and run his hand through his hair - he did that a lot. And Sana knew that it was a thing she shouldn’t be noticing be noticing because it was such a dumb little detail that didn’t matter, but still. She noticed. “Are you stalking me?”

The unexpected turn of Sana’s words made Yousef burst out in laughter: that kind of laughter that made his eyes squint, his face light up and his smile spread from ear to ear. He was light in the dark, and Sana couldn’t stop looking at him. She felt the corners of her own mouth twitching upward, too.

“Would you call the cops if I said yes?” Yousef said with a grin, adjusting his position on the armchair.

Sana smiled, taking a sip of her drink. “Depends. Maybe. Probably.”

Yousef grasped his chest as in serious pain, gasping for air in a dramatic manner and stared at the younger girl with wide, betrayed eyes. “Wow, now that’s just cruel. So stalking a really nice girl isn’t the best way to make her interested me, after all? Fuck, that was all I had.”

“Yeah, I doubt that stalking would work,” Sana answered.

Yousef smiled. “Damn, I’ll figure out something else, then.”

A laugh escaped from Sana’s lips, and she could feel her own cheeks heating up as her brain played Yousef’s words in her head on a loop, over and over again. She could feel him staring at her, and it was like her stomach was truly filled with butterflies when their eyes met: she felt it all. She felt her heart racing, her stomach turning upside down and her cheeks heating up.

But Sana didn’t look away. A silence slowly set between the two of them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable - Sana enjoyed sitting there, watching Yousef and actually allowing herself to pay attention to the little things like the way his smile curved more to the right and the way he often tilted his head just a little when he was looking at Sana. Like now. His eyes were warm, his lips curved up into a ghost of a smile, and Sana couldn’t look away.

“What’s going on hereee?” Chris’ voice was like a wake up call, and it was like Sana was pulled from the depths of the ocean to the surface. She shook her head, trying to piece her thoughts together to answer her friend, who had arrived for their coffee date that Sana had completely forgotten about.

“I - uh, we were just,” Sana kept stumbling on her words, making Yousef disguise a chuckle into a cough and Chris raise her eyebrows. “We were just stalk- talking.”

“And I actually gotta go now”, Yousef said, his tone amused - no wonder why. He put on his cap and got up from the armchair, flashed the girls a warm smile before heading out of the coffee shop: Sana’s eyes followed him all the way to the door. Before Yousef stepped outside, her gaze met his, and for a few more stolen seconds they lingered on the strange feeling.

NewtXReader - Drunken Building

Request: Helloooooo, I have a slight obsession with drunk Newt. Would you mind writing an imagine about him?


“And then I could set up a whole new landscape, one that’s hot and cold at the same time! Wouldn’t that be marvellous!?!…” Newt trailed off, as he explained his drunken idea to create a brand new habitat….for a creature which didn’t exsist.

To celebrate the success of Newt’s novel, the both of you had a little ‘celebration’ in his case. Well…by celebration you meant sharing laughs over a bottle of firewhiskey. Newt didn’t drink very often but you knew at least one thing. He had about the alcohol tolerance of a new born baby. You didn’t worry too much though as Newt was nothing but harmless when intoxicated. Not to mention extremely funny….

“I’ll build a little shed in the habitat and - and you could come live there too", he exclaimed, excitedly moving his hands around in a blur. God he was getting carried away.

“Newt, you and I both know your not exactly a DIY man. You don’t even own a toolbox!” You chuckled.

“B-but, but I could borrow Jacobs toolbox?” He drunkenly defended.

“Hmm huh, I’ll remind you of that in the morning Mr Scamander”. You knew fine rightly Newt wouldn’t do it. When it came to creating habits for creatures, Newt’s ability and skill stretched far and wide, however when it came to building human structures…well his skills were a little limited.

“Nu uh” he childishly denied, “I’m going to build you one right now” he proclaimed, adventuring out towards the jungle habitat. Oh god he was going to end up hurting himself.

“Newt what in Merlins name are you doing” you giggled as you attempted to catch up for him. For a stumbling drunk man, he surprisingly fast, “slow down Newt, my legs aren’t as long as yours you know!” You panted.

Grabbing everything he could reach for, Newt began building…well if you could even call it that. In reality he was just throwing sticks and leaves into a big heap. “Your going to regret this” you playfully sung.

After 5 minutes Newt stumbled backwards proudly admiring his work. To be honest the finish product was pretty good….if you were a bird that is, because Newt had created what you could only describe as a ‘human nest’.

“Come on” he ushered you towards the nest “mummy’s here”. Before you could protest, Newt yanked your arm causing you to fall on top of him. Although you hated to admit it, the 'nest’ was actually really comfy. Curling up beside him, you nuzzled deep into his chest, the faint smell of alcohol on his breath. For a brief few moments of silence both of you just lay there, a content smile on both your faces.

“Will you still love me after I confess?” He blurted out.

“What?”, It was getting difficult to keep a track of drunk Newt’s thought process.

“Will you still love me after I confess?” He repeated again, still leaving you confused.

“Nothing you confess will make me love you any less Newt” you whispered placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

“I - I love your smile, your eyes, your body, your voice, your beauty, your body, your kindness, your body” with every thing he listed his smile grew a little wider. As he begun to ramble on and on something very, very deep in his brain told him to shut up - but alas the words flowed out of his mouth with little control, as if forgetting exactly who he were speaking to.

You might have underestimated how drunk he was because you were pretty sure he said 'your body’ about 3 times in that sentence. His eyes dilated slightly as he he dreamily stared in the distance. Although you had to confess that he was far more articulate with his compliments when he was sober, he was always sincere with them making you appreciate them however he managed to garble them to you (and in this case with extreme difficulty).

“Are you sure this isn’t just the drink talking Newt?” You cheekily asked.

“I’ll love you when I drunk but I’ll love you when Im sober even more” he proclaimed triumphantly, “ I love your body, I love-”

Bursting into a fit of giggles you cut Newt off, “okay okay!” You chuckled, “ I get it, you love me”.

Newt joined in chuckling, although you were pretty sure he didn’t have a clue why both of you were laughing.

Settling back down again, Newt pulled you in even closer, running his hand messily through your hair. There was something so comforting about his touch. In his hold you felt nurtured and protected. You often wondered was this what his beasts felt like, under his care.

“I’m really sad I’m not gonna remember any of this you know” he sadly slurred his words. The drink was obviously messing with his emotions, as his eyes tested slightly.

“Don’t worry I’ll remind you in the morning” you softly whispered, pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead. A big goofy smile spread on Newt’s face while his eyelids drew heavy. You knew he was about to fade. The light patterns you drew with your finger on his chest, smooth Newt to sleep. He’d have one hell of a hanger over in the morning.


A stream of light cut through the jungle trees which hung over your sleeping frame. Tilting your head to the right you observed a fast asleep Newt, his lips slightly parted and his locks of hair a state. Groaning, he shifted slightly onto his stomach.

“Oh Newt…” you sighed. As much fun as drunk Newt was, youou didn’t like watching him suffer the next morning.

Making your way back to Newt’s hut you grabbed aspirin and water. You knew he’d definitely need them after all. By the time you had came back Newt had awoken, squinting at the bright light and “attempting” to make himself presentable. Being back to the normal sober and reserved Newt, he immediately apologised.

“Y/N…I’m sorry. Forgive me but it seems I got a little carried away last night”, Newt mumbled ashamed, “Care to explain why in Merlin’s name I’m sitting in a giant nest?”

“Apparently it’s my new home now”, you giggled.

“I guess you’ll just have to stay with me until I build you a better one” he teased, “please tell me that building a human nest was the only daft thing I did”, he wearily asked

“I think that’s a story to explain over some coco, Mr Scamander” you cheekily smiled, “Maybe we should begin with your love for 'my body’”.

A deep blush spread across his cheeks and his eyes darted around the room.

“I - I….” he stuttered 

Oh Merlin.



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Stood Up (Castiel x Reader)

Plot: Cas notices a beautiful girl sat by herself and realizes she’s been stood up. To stop her being embarrassed, he goes over and pretends to be her date.

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Warning: Fluff, angst if you squint, sadness, being stood up, Cas being adorable and awkward, Dean being annoying

Word count:1,110

Prompt: “Is ketchup a vegetable?” 

Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural

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Prompt #6: “Is There A Reason You’re Naked In My Bed?”

Rick is so mad, he could scream. He could spit. He could… hell, he’s just fucking mad. After everything they talked about, after laying his soul out to her about trying to keep his family safe, she goes out, on her own, trying to get to Negan. If that weren’t bad enough, Carl, being his usual Carl self, sneaks into the Savior compound and brings the psycho back to Alexandria. He comes home to find Spencer and Olivia dead, Rosita with a three-inch slice to her cheek and Eugene just gone. One day. He was gone for one fucking day and they all lose their minds.

Carl knows he’s up shit creek. Everything has been yes sir, no sir, can I do anything else sir, for the past three days. It’s a welcomed change for Rick, although he knows it won’t last long. It’s exhausting having to reason with a fifteen-year-old all the time. Carl’s been helping around the house, trying his hardest to stay on his fathers’ good side, not wanting to deal with wrath that he knows is still bubbling just below Rick’s surface. Michonne has been using a different strategy the past couple of days. One, that only a woman knows how to use.

She’s been rubbing up against him more than usual; letting her hand roam along his arm a little longer than she should. She brushes up against him in the kitchen, pressing her breasts into his back a little or “accidentally” bumping her behind into him while they share the bathroom in the morning. She even wiggled into that pair of shorts she found a few weeks back, a few sizes too small, and found every reason in the world to bend over in front of him while she “cleaned”. But, to no avail. She hasn’t gotten a smile, or a raised eyebrow, or a lingering stare from him. Nothing. He’s that mad. She’s seen him mad before, but never at her. This is just… not right.

It’s been a long, hot day. Rick trudges through the house and is surprised by all of the silence. He checks his watch. Eight twenty-two. He kicks off his boots before he hits the stairs, stopping by Carl’s room first. He’s got his headphones in, bobbing his head heavily to Metallica as he picks a dart out the wall. Rick retreats, not wanting to disturb him and checks in on the younger Grimes, who is fast asleep in her crib. Now, to deal with this woman of his. He pushes into his bedroom and stops in his tracks, his hand still gripping the door knob. She sits in the middle of their pallet on the floor, a thin white sheet barely covering her otherwise naked body. She bites her bottom lip, her skin drinking up the light from the moon.

“What if I had been Carl?” Rick asks gruffly, closing the door behind him as he keeps his eyes on her.

She shrugs, “He woulda been in for a shock.”

Rick sighs as his eyes drop from hers to down her beautiful body. It hasn’t even been that long since they last made love, a week maybe? But, it’s been a long week. She shifts a little and her muscles flex, seemingly calling out to him. Wanting, no, needing him to touch her. But he knows this little game, and he’s going to win. For once. He walks toward the bathroom and disappears from sight, making Michonne huff loudly. She squints her eyes as he reappears a few minutes later, shrugging out of his shirt and unzipping his fly.

“Really?” She questions, dropping the sheet to her lap.

“Really what?”

She scoffs loudly, “I said I was sorry! I came to my senses Rick, I’m on your side. I was stupid, I get it.”

“And?” He asks blandly as he side eyes her, stepping out of her jeans.

She eyes him as he moves through the room, taking his place beside her. He lays down and props his pillow a little before rolling over onto his back. She climbs on top of him, throwing her dreads over her shoulder as she leans down over him, “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I?”

She clicks her teeth as her eyes search his, “I am completely naked, waiting for you, in your bed, and you’re just gonna keep ignoring me? That’s not ridiculous to you?”

“I’m not ignoring you.”

“You are to!” She whines, “You’ve barely spoken two words to me and I’ve been shaking my ass for three days for you and you don’t even care!”

“You know, you can’t just swipe natures credit card to pay me off every time you do something stupid. Squeezing that booty into a small pair of shorts ain’t always gonna work.”

Her eyes light up a little as she smirks, “You did notice.”

He nods, “Sure did.”

“So, after all of that, you still wanna ignore me?” She squints again as she tilts her head, “Rude.”

“Stop it, I have not been ignoring you.”

“Have to.”

“Have not.”

“Have,” She pinches his side a little, causing him to squirm and chuckle, “To.”

She leans down and captures his lips quickly as her fingers continue to skirt up and down his side, tickling him thoroughly. He squirms more, his laugh filling the room as she giggles with him, kissing his lips every now and again. It’s been a tense week, hearing him laugh is a treat, “Don’t be mad at me anymore.” She whines again, poking out her bottom lip.

“Stop, stop!” He swats at her hand, his laughter dying down, “Okay, okay, okay,” He resolve giving way as he feels her heartbeat against his chest, “Under one condition.”

“What? Anything, just tell me.”

“We act as a team from now on.” He starts, cupping her cheek as his thumb rubs a small circle into her skin, “We need to talk to Gregory and Jesus about getting on board with us and I need you on my side. We move together,” He emphasizes, “We talk about what we’re thinking and feeling. No more sneaking out, no more lying… I don’t want to be this disconnected from you anymore. Deal?”

She nods happily, smiling a wide as she can, “Deal.” She shifts her eyes a little from him before wiggling down into his body, “So, about this whole me being naked thing.”

He grabs her behind with both hands, squeezing gently, “Oh, I’m sure we can do something about that.”

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