and it was so god damn hard to make i almost quit d:

Impala Confessions

Pairing: Sam x Reader 
Characters: Sam, Reader, Dean 
Warnings: fluff, light swearing 
Word count: 881
Summary: The reader falls asleep while driving in the Impala with the Winchesters, and confessions are made.
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“Some people are meant to be loved and others just naked” (III)

A/N: Part III of CEO Harry! I sincerely hope this was worth the wait and that you guys enjoy it. Thank you for your lovely comments and support. As always, this includes smut, daddy kink and a shitload of angst. I hope you like it. ♥

Harry and Y/N are enemies in the business world but the perfect partners under the sheets.

Based on the song Wrong by Zayn ft. Kehlani

Part I. Part II. Part III. Part IV.

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The sense of overachievement deeply ingrained in Y/N’s mindset is an innate weapon that can be both a blessing and a curse: when success is the rule rather than the exception, each failure, no matter how minor, feels like the end of the world.

Oliver Zhang represented all four horsemen during Y/N’s friday night apocalypse. She was certain she hadn’t experienced humiliation to its greatest extent until he stood her up at a VIP rooftop bar that overlooked the whole city and highlighted the blossoming nightlife she was letting go to waste -along with three hours of her precious time and a new outfit.

Unable to convert stress into drive whenever the gap between her expectations and the reality of her circumstances starts to diverge, she reverted back to a well-practised posture: that of spoiled brat utterly resolute in her decision to fuck shit up and get away with it.

The taste of defeat and the remnants of shame hovering on the tip of her tongue assumed control of her body and, naturally, what ensued was nothing short of wrongdoings she would gladly exclude from her future autobiography.  A videotape in fast forward, memories that her mind would disguise as dreams -and therefore wouldn’t regret- until the following morning.

What her brain did register was that at some point, her low cut silk burgundy dress came off. 

And somewhere along the way, she ended up in Harry Styles’ bed.

Her resolve might parallel that of an all-powerful creature but she’s only limited to her human strength, and no human in recorded history has been proved strong enough to fight off the inevitable.

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Lurk (Joshler) Part One

Originally posted by alovelyblur

Pairings: fuckboy!josh x shy tyler/ Warnings: knife play, blood kink, bdsm, dark themes/ a/n; this is kinda a pilot chapter if you catch my drift. i’m not sure if i’ll continue it, depends on if you like it or not. if it carries on, it’s going to be intense. i don’t see many hardcore joshler fics, i don’t really get hot off the fluffy stuff as much. i figured some of you are the same. anyway… hope you like it sluts xo

“He’s closeted. It’s fucking obvious Ty. Captain of the football team, the jockiest jock you will ever meet, head so far up his own ass he can probably see out of his mouth. Y’know, he’s probably crushing on you too.”

Tyler scoffed, turning to face his best friend with a look of amused annoyance. “Please, you could run a brothel with the amount of girls he’s slept with.” He turned back towards the boy over the other side of the cafeteria. Red hair, pierced nose, white tunnels and a body that sent even Tyler Joseph’s vaguely innocent mind down the gutter.

“He’s trying to convince himself and the world that he wouldn’t rather stick it in you.” The black haired boy beside him spoke bluntly.

“You’re disgusting Brendon.” Tyler grimaced.

“I’m right.”

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Eclipse’s Temptation || M

►Character: B.A.P’s Bang Yongguk || Female Reader

►Summary:  Before you could proceed with his other hand, Yongguk wrapped his strong arm around your waist to crush you into him making you gasped. “Yongguk…” He cursed. “You smell so good.”

►Genre: alpha;omega!au, wolf!au; Smut

►Word Count: 2 877

© Inspired by @tayegi Tinder 2.0

 Part of my Halloween’s Special.

 I’ve added B.A.P and Teen Top to my list

You took a deep breath before letting it out shakily. Standing in front of the door of a medium-sized cabin inside this tremendous forest which contains a few more cabins, situated a few miles away from the others. A few months prior, you would have never guessed that you would sign an agreement to help an Alpha during the mating season. For money. You need the money to pay for your tuition fees and the rent so you took the risk. It’s quite intimidating. It’s not like this is your first time, you’ve helped a few of your Alpha friends before and you’re not a virgin, but because of the rumours circling around the town lately, saying that a few Omegas were tricked by the Alphas, telling them that they are a mate. Only the Alphas would know whether the Omega is his mate or not. They have their way, according to your few Alpha friends.

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A-Z NSFW: Kihyun

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A = Aftercare 
Aftercare needs a bit more work than the other boys, sex with Kihyun gets a lil more playful with him. It’ll completely depend on the night at hand, but standard aftercare with Kihyun involves a soothing bath, or shower if it’s just to quickly clean off, and a very necessary check over and rub down with sweet smelling lotion, to make sure everything is still in working condition after he’s through with you. 

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 

Kihyun is super hands in bed, he’s got this sensual touch, he likes trailing his hands across the smooth skin or tracing figures, so large spaces of your body are things he favors like your tummy, back, thighs, things of that nature. On the flip side, Kihyun’s pretty damn confident in his mouth, or more so his tongue, his skills with the wet muscle could almost rival his own cock and he’s proud of that. 

C = Cum 

When Kihyun finishes, it’s almost a game to him. He’s one that has a fixation on pulling out and painted your chest and stomach, or back, and relishing in the sight of his lover completely wrecked and worn out while covered in his cum. It’s a weird male pride thing, and probably even dabbles into cum play, like he’ll spell out his name on your skin, and just really hit home that you’re his and he’s yours. 

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 
Almost nothing is hidden in a relationship with Kihyun, he’s pretty open about things with you, especially sex talk, there’s no shame or nerves when it comes to just talking about anything and everything. But being Kihyun, and his attitude during sex, he doesn’t exactly throw it out that one of his biggest fantasies is just flipping the role and being completely at your mercy. Letting you have full dominance over him, and giving himself as a willing toy. Maybe he’ll spill one day. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Kihyun’s not overly experienced, but he’s certainly skilled in what he does. He’s got your body figured out like a map, he knows exactly what to do to make you squirm, what buttons he can push, how far he can push you to the edge. He’s pretty damn skilled. 

F = Favorite position
He’s not particularly picky with positions, if he’s in you, then it’s already a win in his book. However, he’s pretty fond of anything from behind; having you against the wall, bent over a desk, on your hands and knees, he has full control from there. He’s got access to your entire body, everything’s in reach, and it always is nice that he can reach new depths from the positions. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Kihyun’s damn intense in the bedroom. Unless it’s a fun day and he’s letting lose, or he’s drunk, the atmosphere is near suffocating it’s so heavy with his aura. He’s pretty dominant, and the mood let’s it be felt, but there are moments when he breaks lose, and he’ll crack off a dirty joke or something during, and slip right back in to his role again. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
He’s fairly clean and organized with his body, I can imagine him trimming pretty well, keeping everything neat and in order down there. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Kihyun’s more of a romantic during the non-sexual part of the relationship, even the second after sex is done, he’s curled up against you and toying with your hair and whispering sweet nothings, but during sex he’s a fire cracker. Romance is rarely there aside from special or touch days when love and affection is really needed, and he’s exude adoration during. But on the usually, it’s not very romantic.  

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)
I feel like he’d be one that has a hidden stash of pictures he’s take with his lover, as a secret reserve for times like this. He’d be that weird artsy s/o that’s like ‘we should totally take some polaroids of us butt fucking naked, bet they’d be #aesthetic and shit’ but really it’s just for his secret wank stash. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He’s insanely dominant in sex, not really a dom in the sex of the term, but it’s fairly blatant he’s in control most of the time. Kihyun’s sweet on marking you, hickies galore with this one, watch out, as well as over stimulation/making you cum multiple times before he’s done. He’s quite big on pleasing you to the fullest, and that includes insane body worship. He may be in control but you own him completely. 

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He’s fairly open with sex, but only with his lover. He’s kind of wild, but he’s very private, he’d probably be one of the guys that’ll rip someone’s head off if they walked in and saw his lover in such a intimate way. Sex is contained to the bedroom, the shower is the most adventurous place, but generally, the bed is the easiest and softest, considering he’s not going to let you out of his clutches for a long while.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Most of the time, he’s just ready to pop off and is basically trying to seduce you. But when it comes to taking things in your own hands and ensnaring him in your web, he’s pretty easily turned on by nibbling his neck or really getting a touch on his thigh, trailing your fingers up the muscle and squeezing just shy of his growing arousal and he’s got you whisked away to the bedroom before you can blink. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Dominant as he is, he’s not into the whole degrading and pain thing. Spanking is one thing, but he’s not going to actually hurt you, safe words are in place for a reason. No insane hair pulling, choking, spanking hard enough there’s bruises and he’s not going to go around calling you a bitch or slut in bed, he may be in control but he’s got complete respect for you and really, in the end, you’ve got more control than he does. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Ha, his favorite form of teasing, pray for god when he’s got himself laid out between your legs, you’re in for a ride. Kihyun’s a huge lover of oral, he’s a right master at it, feeling your thighs tighten around his head and tremble under his grasp, and your begging and whimpers filling her head are enough to work him to the edge. That being said, unless it’s a quick morning thing before he has to slip off for schedule, he’s not the biggest on oral from his lover, more petting are his thing, from playing with you so much he’s already toeing on the edge, and he’s not going to let you make him cum without him taking full care of you. Having you whining and moaning for him is a huge turn on that your touch is too much, can’t have you pushing him over the edge just yet. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Being the tease he is, Kihyun always has you on the edge before he even lets you have his cock, and the second he’s inside you, he’s ruthless. Fast pace, if people outside don’t hear him grunting or you moaning, they’re definitely going to hear the sounds of skin hitting skin. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Quickies are literally the bane of Kihyun’s existence. He almost will go as far as to say he downright hates them. Half of the fun is getting the time to build you up just to break you down, and do it all over again, and quickies rob him of that. Of course he’ll accept when there’s not other option, but he’ll probably pout afterwards and make you promise to visit after he’s done with whatever put him on the time crunch. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

While he’s fairly adventurous in the bedroom, that’s about the lengths. Kihyun will toy around with kids, playthings, roleplays, positions, anything of the nature as long as it follows one rule: it stays in the bedroom. Kink master he may be, but he’s a private lover. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He’s pretty wild, Kihyun’s stamina is almost over the line, but being that he draws you to the edge before he’ll give you himself, it’s more than enough to throw you over the cliff. He can stretch out the ol in and out for a good 10+ minutes before he’s at his end. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Toys are typically things to restrain you, Kihyun’s a fan of handcuffs, nice silk scarves, anything to have you laid out at his mercy without hindering his ability to have both hands working you to the fullest. He’s pretty determined that you fall apart by his touch, and nothing else, so toys aren’t too present during sex, but being the everlasting tease he is, and he likes seeing you get so worked up, he has dabbled in bringing a few vibrators in here and there.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Kihyun’s terribly unmerciful. You don’t have a hope in heaven to get past sex without a dose of Kihyun’s teasing. It’s one of his favorite pastimes, having you spread out on the bed, and having himself tucked between your legs, nibbling and kissing everywhere but where you need him, only caving when he’s going you begging so nicely for his mouth and tongue. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s very vocal in bed, dirty talking is the majority of Kihyun’s bedroom sounds, he’s more of a grunt and moan kind of guy, not unbearable loud. He’s vocal, but he’s made it a point of keeping his voice low just so you can hear him over the sounds of his hips slamming into yours, commanding you to beg or telling you how good you are for me, so good, fuck. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Kihyun is almost another person in bed, he’s got an unusually dominant aura, that sometimes it feels like you’re having sex with your boss, in the sense that he’s so dominant and powerful, that it’s almost laughable on the rare occasion the safe word is used. That act is right out the window, any snarky attitude he’s developed in the bedroom is gone, and he’s almost at a level of crying that he’d done something wrong to result in the safe word, that he’s hurt you in some way during what’s supposed to be one of the most intimate and affectionate acts people can do. Then it’s right back the moment he’s told it was just a cramp, or he pinched some skin by accident. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Kihyun’s another one that’s a grower, not a shower. He’s not much bigger than average, a bit over the line, toeing at 5.5/5.6″, and more on the thicker side of things than being slender. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Kihyun would be one of the horndogs, fight me. I feel like 90% of the time, he’s going to be nudging you like, ‘can we go now? i’ve been hard for the last hour and it’s not getting any better. h e l p’. He’s definitely going to be one of the rabbits, constantly ready to hop on you. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Usually, so much adrenaline is pumping that even after sex, Kihyun isn’t worn out that much. Multiple rounds are in order to knock him out, if he even does. He doesn’t sleep afterwards, more so he just caves in to post sex cuddling and pillow talk until he comes down from his high, and can relax enough to sleep. 

Restraining (Jungkook)

Wolf Au
5098 Words

Summary: A week before the full moon, Jungkook becomes an untamed beast. He hides in fear that he’ll hurt her but this time he caves in…

“You know I can drive myself right?” Jungkook snapped as he slammed the car door. “Like I trust you to do anything at this time,” Namjoon muttered and started the engine, “Also could you like not destroy my car please?” Jungkook ignored him and leaned back against the passenger chair, sighing loudly as if to showcase his displeasure. The full moon was arriving in a week making Jungkook’s senses more heightened, his ache for power more desirable and his lust for her uncontrollable. And that was just this week leading up to the full moon.

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Can you do the request of MC having a wet dream but this time with saeyoung, saeran and yoosung? PLEASE ?<3 I really like the previous one



(I really hope lingerie is gender neutral. I’m so sorry if it isn’t. I’d feel horrible. Heck)

Also, does the format on Yoosung’s look weird? I wrote it on my phone, and I’m editing it on my laptop. IDK if it looks okay

  • You had wanted to surprise Yoosung when he came home
  • So, you put on a new lingerie set on for him
  • It was this very pretty black set. You knew he’d love it 
  • You carefully sat on the couch, waiting for him to get home, but you had fallen asleep
    Yoosung had come home and found you on the couch in the set
  • Poor baby boy was so embarrassed and turned on damn
  • He went to put a blanket over you, but when he brushed against your arm, you let out a little whimper
  • Yoosung stared wide eyed at you, thinking he had woken you up
  • You didn’t wake up though, which was good
  • He carefully set the blanket down on you and went to the kitchen to make dinner
  • Yoosung quietly got a pan out and some ingredients when he heard a moan coming from you
  • He looked over to you, and he saw that you were in no danger, so he continued cooking
  • “Yoosung, baby, mmm, please… I need you… I need your cock…”
  • Yoosung straight up dropped the pan on the floor and startled you awake
  • “Y-Yoosung? Are you okay?”
  • You jumped up and ran to the kitchen, placing your hand on his arm gently
  • He was staring at you, wide eyed with his mouth gaping open
  • You went down to pick up the pan, but you saw something else while you were down there
  • Yoosung was ROCK HARD
  • someone end me
  • You stayed on your knees and looked up at him
  • “Want me to take care of this, Yoo?”
  • Yoosung finally snapped out of it, and looked down at you
  • “W-what was your d-dream about?”
  • You were really confused
  • “What dream?”
  • “The dream that caused you to moan out my name and had you begging for my cock”
  • You looked up at you boyfriend, surprise evident on your face
  • Did your sweet boy really just say that??
  • You felt as if your soul had left you body when you looked back up at him
  • Yoosung was biting his lip, a small smirk evident
  • “Go on, MC. Tell me what it was about”
  • “Umm, you were, uhm, teasing me with your tip, and you just wouldn’t push it in. I kept trying to wiggle it in, but you had me pinned down. I was extremely, uhh, frustrated”
  • “Hmm, maybe we should continue that, huh?”


  • You were sitting on Saeyoung’s lap while he worked
  • At first, you watched what he was doing for a couple minutes, but you got bored very quickly
  • So, you laid your head in the crook of his neck and placed small, butterfly kisses there
  • You ended up falling asleep on his shoulder accidentally
  • Saeyoung didn’t notice you were sleeping until he heard soft little snores coming out of your mouth
  • He let you sleep there, a ghost of a smile on his face
  • He sped up his typing, so he could put you to bed
  • After thirty or so minutes, he heard soft moans coming from you
  • Saeyoung looked at you quickly, making sure you were okay before returning to his typing
  • He was almost done, just three more lines were left
  • You moaned louder this time, whimpering Saeyoung’s name
  • Saeyoung nearly jumped out of his skin, he knew what kind of dream you were having
  • He smirked to himself as he finished his coding, this was fun
  • Maybe he should record it
  • “Saey- master, please! Pound me into this mattress, please! I need you so bad!”
  • Oh fuck
  • You two never did any sort of master play type of thing
  • Hmm~
  • Saeyoung now had an idea formulated
  • You started to grind yourself down onto Saeyoung’s dick, letting out soft moans while doing so
  • Alright, he was literally to hard to function
  • What the fuck
  • He needed to wake you up
  • Saeyoung shook your shoulder, effectively waking you up
  • You looked up at your boyfriend, a sleepy gaze on your face
  • “Hmm?”
  • “Your dream sounded interesting, baby”
  • A blush coated your cheek as you realize that he most likely heard you
  • Despite your embarrassment, you decided to play along
  • “Yeah, it was really nice. You were being quite mean in it, though”
  • “Oh~? What was I doing?”
  • You adverted your gaze, responding in a mumble
  • “You had me tied up, and you were punishing me for being naughty… You wouldn’t let me cum…”
  • Saeyoung laughed
  • “Maybe we could make that dream a reality~ I could punish you for dreaming so naughtily”
  • Oh god, yeS!


  • Saeran and you were cuddling on the couch, some boring horror movie playing in the background
  • Your head was on his lap, a small smile on your face
  • It had taken over a year for Saeran to even let you be this close to him
  • Saeran had his hand in your hair, playing with it gently
  • His focus was on the movie, so he didn’t notice when you fell asleep on him
  • In fact, he didn’t notice until the movie was over
  • “Hey, MC? What movie do you wanna watch next? We could re-watch the Babadook. I know that’s your favorite”
  • When you didn’t respond, he looked down at his lap, and saw that your eyes were closed
  • Oh, you were sleeping
  • Okay, he should wrap a blanket around you so you wouldn’t get a cold
  • Saeran shift a bit to grab the blanket behind him on the couch, but you let out a noise that startled him
  • It sounded like a whimper
  • Maybe you were having a nightmare
  • He decided to see if it would get worse
  • “S-Saeran, please…harder… please… don’t stop…”
  • Oh fuck, okay, you were dreaming about him
  • This sounds a lot like those porn videos Saeyoung watches
  • That’s when it all clicked,,, oh…
  • You were dreaming about him, but it was a sex dream
  • Saeran shook you awake, a slight blush coating his cheeks
  • You two hadn’t even gone that far yet
  • Cuddling was enough for both of you, or at least he thought so
  • Was he ready to take the next step in your relationship?
  • Sex was a pretty big step, especially for him
  • He was barely even okay with sharing a bed with you
  • Saeran was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice you sitting up
  • “Sae? What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
  • He looks at you
  • “Are we ready to have sex?”
  • You look bewildered for a moment before you decided to respond
  • “Where did that even come from, Saeran?”
  • “Your dream. You were making noises that sounded like Saeyoung’s pornos”
  • “Ohhh. We don’t have to do anything, Saeran. I love you, and I’m ready for anything that you are, but don’t force yourself into sex”
  • He nods, thinking for a second
  • “I want to… have sex with you, MC…”
  • You smile at your boyfriend
  • “Okay, we can do it whenever you want”
  • “I want to now, please“
  • You two then proceeded to get down to business

So I’ve never been on the Taagnus ship- I’ll wave at it from the good ship Taakitz when it passes by in still waters, but I’ve just never Seen It, you know? The dynamic between their characters in the podcast never really shouted “ship” to me.


I was lying in bed thinking about the Stolen Century thinking about how ridiculous it was that NONE of the Tres Horny Boys got any action during those hundred years. Magnus doesn’t seem like the short fling type so I didn’t think he’d hook up with anyone during any of their yearly stints, and “Everyone is Talking Dust” Taako sure as hell wouldn’t. (Though, maybe a one-night stand.)

But then I realized. Of course.

Anyway, this is the story of how I managed to get out of Fandom and went TEN YEARS without writing a fanfic but then listened to a stupid D&D podcast that I got so invested in that I got John Wick’d out of retirement and wrote a NINE PAGE FANFIC FOR A SHIP THAT ISN’T EVEN MINE.

Hella spoilers for The Stolen Century. Also I don’t even have an AO3 account (BACK IN MY DAY WE HAD FANFICTION.NET AND THAT WAS IT AND WE WERE GRATEFUL) so here it is.

Magnus noticed Taako from day one; he was stunningly beautiful and devastatingly funny. Out of my league, thought Magnus. And even if, somehow, impossibly, Taako ever stooped enough to notice him, what would the rest of the crew members think? More specifically, what would LUP think if he went after her brother? And then what if things went sour? For all he knew, the seven of them were going to be stuck together for an eternity. God, an eternity in a confined space with an ex? Best to stick it out alone and try very, VERY hard to ignore it.

And he tried. Very hard.

Taako noticed Magnus (and Magnus’ muscles) right off the bat, and he noticed them increasingly. Heroism was something of a pitiable trait and Taako refused to be caught dead with it (because death is certainly something you caught with heroism), but he had to admit Magnus wore heroism pretty damn well.

“I’ve seen you looking at him,” Lup said. She had Taako hostage. She had him seated on her bed, her fingers knotted in his hair as she used him as a model for an elaborate braid she was trying to figure out. (She did it on him, she said, because she wanted to see how it would look on her.)

Taako, for the briefest moment, entertained the notion that he could pretend to not know who she was talking about, but that thought evaporated immediately. He could never lie to Lup—not successfully, anyway. He went with his only other tactic: evasive maneuvers. “Listen,” he said, meeting her eyes in the mirror as his face split into a grin. “I can’t help it. I’m a hot-blooded elf, aren’t I? How could I possibly be expected to resist the masculine wiles of Captain Davenport?”

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anonymous asked:

All the lords + Kennyo and how they take you to bed, aka how they have sex with you, do they talk sexy, hold you close, like to watch you squirm, tease you, foreplay, where they take you ? (I like details ;D alsoooooo I love Kennyo ...)

Ah, my first NSFW post… huehuehuehue. Let’s do this, anon.

Headcanons coming up since I don’t do anything madly explicit, and going under the cut since it’s NSFW!


  • I hope this is okay and enough for you ;-;
    • I also hope these aren’t all the same… (I feel like I’m repeating myself but they all come across as quite similar in the ways I’ve covered because I’m not ready to go down to NSFW hell yet)
  • Hell is mentioned so much in here it’s ridiculous.
  • I don’t do massive NSFW because there’s a mental block with it somewhere, so you’ll have to settle for this, unfortunately!
  • These are just my headcanons. I’m still in my adjustment phase with the warlords and don’t know them very well, so I could be wrong with these.
    • If I am, I’d appreciate it if we just sort of left it as it is because it took me a long time, considerable thought and a lot of intense laughter to finish this ^^;;

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Desire. (Seokmin Smut)

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4 years // For you || part seven Dan Howell

A/N: So apparently I have a thing for cliffhangers now bc last chapter I did it again, so here you go enjoy part 7!!

Word Count: 1.2K

POV: Reader


Originally posted by phluffys

There was like an hour of patient waiting left until the world ended for a second time. The first time was when Luke got his diagnosis in the same hospital as we were now.

It took the doctors 60 minutes to perform the stem cell transplantation. That makes 3600 seconds full of hope.

As soon as the nurses removed the needle from Dan’s underarm they rushed over to the children’s ward where Luke was waiting for his father’s stem cells.

I fear that it might be our only hope now. I heard Dr Lancaster say in my head and somehow I didn’t entirely understand what that really meant. A world without Luke was unimaginable, it would be dark and bleak and the thought alone was so unbearable that it physically pained me.

This not working was not an option that I would accept.

Dan and I waited in front of Luke’s room the entire hour. Together we stared at the closed wooden door in silence. We were too on edge to say something but Dan had wrapped his arm around my waist and I was leaning into him.

At this point we were totally sanguine about this. I thought that in the matter of an hour my little son would be healed and that he could leave this hospital soon after and be a normal child again.  

Dr Lancaster had said that this would work, right? So it had to work.

“I can’t wait until they are done. You’ve been waiting way too long for this moment.” Dan whispered and gently pushed a few strands of my hair out of my face.

“It’ll finally all be alright again.” I breathed with a slight smile on my face.

“Thank you.” I added so quietly that it was barely audible.

Dan still heard it though and he looked at me so softly that I nearly melted.

“No, thank you. You’ve been doing such an amazing job. I hardly manage my own life without having to care for a toddler. You’re such wonderful mother and I’ll try my best to be the best father I can be.” Dan complimented me with warmth in all of his words.

“If that’s alright with you, of course.” He half-asked half-stated with an irresistible grin.

“I’d quite like that.” I admitted and nervously bit my lip. Did that count as flirting?

Our eyes met and his chocolate brown orbs stared directly into my soul and seemed to warm me from inside out.

I felt myself blush as he started to move closer, inch by inch until the tip of our noses almost touched.

My heart skipped a beat as Dan started to lean in and I automatically closed my eyes.

He must’ve been less than a hand’s width away because I could feel his warm breath on my face when sudden loud noises erupted from behind the door to Luke’s room.

It was the sound of doctors hastily shouting instructions at each other. My eyes shot open as nurses rushed into Luke’s room. Dan and I nearly jumped away from each other with shocked expressions. Our bodies were filled with fear and shock instead of butterflies now.  

I felt myself panic as my heart started racing at an immense speed.

“What’s happening?!” I screamed at one of the nurses that rushed by to help.

“He’s in a critical condition, his heart rate is unstable.” She shouted back in a hurry as she kept running into Luke’s room.  

That’s where I sank to my knees, sobbing and asking myself why the universe allowed such tragedy.  

That’s when the world ended for a second time…

“We had to medically induce a coma.” Dr Lancaster explained and his words were loud and quiet at the same time. They seemed to echo inside of me and still they were so hard to comprehend.

I looked down at Luke who had tubes coming out of his nose and arms. Imagine that sight: a 4year old little angel lying in a hospital bed like this. And then imagine that being your son, your one and only, your everything.

What you’re feeling now is not even a fraction of what I felt then.

“The transplant didn’t seem to help, all of our devices started beeping, there were some immense irregularities and we couldn’t explain why.” Dr Lancaster kept talking, his voice lowered, while tears streamed down my face and I just prayed to god that he’d protect Luke no matter what.

“We will have to keep him in this state until we figure out what’s causing all this, I’m really sorry.”

The doctor left the room visibly stricken and left Dan and I alone with Luke.

Dan’s chocolate brown eyes were puffy and red as he was sobbing his heart out. His whole giant body was shaking while I just felt like every single part of me was shattered and torn into pieces.

‘Why him? Why anyone? Why not a happy ending?’ I wanted to shout at these god damn white hospital walls and I wanted to impeach the whole universe because it was clearly not working right anymore.  

It’s moments like this that make you lose your faith.

Dan and I spent the rest of the day sitting beside Luke’s hospital bed and took turns in holding his tiny hand. We didn’t say much, what was there left to say anyway?

As the sun started to set it bathed the room in orange light and when it vanished behind a little hill it left us sitting in darkness but we didn’t move.

Then it dawned and the sky was ice blue and suddenly there was light again but for us it felt like it was still dark.

I could barely hold my eyes open and I felt so tired and worn out like never before in my life but leaving Luke’s side was not an option.

“Maybe you should take some rest.” Dan suggested warmly as the shadows under my eyes got even darker.  

He carefully touched my shoulder, trying to make me stand up.

“Don’t you dare touch me.” I growled, my eyes focused on Luke’s stiff body.

“Y/N please.” Dan pleaded.

“I don’t want to ever leave him.” I cried and fell into Dan’s arms, nuzzling my head into his shoulder and just let the tears fall again.

He gently rubbed my back and reminded me to breath as I was choking on my tears.

“He’s gonna be fine. He just has to be.” he whispered as he kissed my hair.

So we kept sitting there and cried in each other’s arms, because the poor ill poor in room number 432 was our son.

The doctors didn’t know whether or not he’d make it and we were just praying by now.

And as Dan and I held each other I noticed that I had ever been more thankful for Dan’s presence because I don’t know whether or not I’d have it without him.

Happy the Kitty

Originally posted by lum1natrix

Request: Could I get an imagine where Ethan and the (female) reader are roommates in an apartment and one day the reader is on a walk and finds a kitten and wants to keep it but Ethan tells her that you’re not allowed to have pets in the apartment complex but she says they can hide the kitten and convinces Ethan to go with it and it’s rlly fluffy (the imagine not the kitten lol) and maybe Ethan realizes how cute she looks with the kitten and confesses his feelings? Sorry it’s rlly specific

Summary: Fem!Reader finds a kitten and has to convince both Ethan and their landlord to keep it.

A/N: Hey y’all,,, so it’s been like two weeks since I last posted anything, very sorry about that. Finding the inspiration to write anything has been really hard lately. I don’t really think it even has to do with school having recently started up for me again, I’m not sure why it’s just been hard for me to sit down and write anything that I’m happy and satisfied with. So sorry about that, I will try to be more consistent with uploads. I’m gonna start aiming for at least one fic a week (although I can already see myself breaking that promise rip) ANyway hope you guys enjoy this fic (if anyone’s even still out there reading my things)

Wordcount: 1291, at least my return to writing is kinda long

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14 for Garrus/Eliza!

14. ‘I don’t have the words right now so here’s a kiss’

AKA: Bee gets weirdly self-referential because why the heck not? :D


Even with the wind, and the static, and the strange echo far down in the comm channel, Shepard knew an apology when she heard one, which was the only reason why she kept a leash on her temper.

“Copy that, Joker. See you in eight hours.”

“I’d say stay frosty, but it doesn’t look like you’ll have any trouble with that. Joker out.”

She ground her teeth — maybe she should’ve taken a few strips out of Joker’s hide, just in case she froze to death and never got the chance, but then the high cold wind buffeted her against the wall, and she dove back into the relative shelter of the lab. The lab that had damn well better be free of any cute little Cerberus surprises.

Garrus looked up as she climbed down the access ladder, the turian equivalent of a smirk plastered across his face for all of two seconds before it faded away into blank stoicism. Shepard briefly wondered what her face had looked like, to wipe any jokes out of his head that fast, but the light of the heating coils beckoned, and she left wondering behind.

“Eight hours till the storm clears long enough for Steve to pick us up. God, it’s freezing up there,” she said, clapping her hands and rubbing them together to get her circulation going. Implants or not, she still got cold like everyone else, and if she leaned too heavily on Miranda’s upgrades to keep her warm, she’d burn through what little fat reserves she had left.

I’m sure you regret not eating when I told you to, said the smug mental Miranda that hovered, as always, in the back of Shepard’s head. Maybe next time you’ll be more agreeable, though I’d sooner bet on you having a pleasant interaction with the Council.

Shepard silently and cheerfully told the smug mental Miranda to shut the hell up, and gave the lab a quick visual scan. “I’m impressed, Garrus,” she said a moment later, and meant it. “It’s almost cozy down here now.”

“I think I did pretty well, given the circumstances,” Garrus replied. He reached behind his back without looking, tugged another thermal blanket free, and tossed it one-handed to her over the coils.

Shepard nearly tore the thing in half trying to get it unfolded, but once she had it wrapped around her shoulders, she was too busy appreciating the small — but noticeable — jump in body temperature. “Considering that the circumstances are ‘freezing our asses off on Noveria’ —”

“Again.” The darkness beyond the coils’ light darkened Garrus’ scars to near-black, but his eyes stayed bright — bright, and clear, and so damn trusting. Shepard swallowed hard, and almost wanted to blame the ache in her throat on the cold. “We’re freezing our asses off on Noveria again.”

“Right you are.” Shepard held his gaze, the ache not fading, even as a smile tugged at her lips. “I think I prefer this time around. Shooting Cerberus is so much less…” She spread her hands, searching for the right words. “Complicated.”

The unspoken because we’re not going to have to shoot our friend’s mother or decide the future of an entire race hung between them, frigid as the air outside.

It was so heavy sometimes, sharing this much history with someone. Sure, the weight was shared, but Shepard saw it reflected in Garrus’ eyes, felt it shift and settle around them. All the thing they had done, all the things they would do — was it any surprise they didn’t have to talk anymore, if they didn’t want to?

She was so tired, no amount of sleep could touch that bone-cracking weariness, but she could keep going a little longer, if Garrus just stayed close.

“So,” Garrus said, eventually. “We’ve both got rations for two days, we’ve got blankets, we’ve got ammo in case things get horrible and interesting again, and, thanks to our Cerberus friends —”

Shepard snorted and shivered at the same time. Friends was a hilarious word for people who had lined the corridors of this particular base with enough tripwire to take down a full platoon — though seeing as how she and Garrus had started off the festivities with something Miranda described as “not exactly nerve gas”, she didn’t exactly blame them.

“Thank to our Cerberus friends,” Garrus went on, loftily, the smirk starting to spread his mandibles again, “we’ve got enough heating coils to survive for a week. Things could be worse. This could be Benning.”

“And they definitely have been worse, so don’t jinx it.” Shepard debated staying where she was — with her back against the wall and her legs stretched out in front of her, she was as comfortable in full armor as she could get — but seconds later she gave in to temptation, and shuffled around the coils to lean into Garrus’ side.

Why the hell not? No one was around, not that anyone on the Normandy would make any cutesy comments except Vega, and he usually knew when to quit. But opportunities like this came along so rarely — quiet, private opportunities — that she was willing to accept the non-zero probability of more Cerberus disasters or frostbite, and just enjoy the rise and fall of Garrus’ breathing.

“It just seems to me we’ve got a few hours to fill, and all the really fun ways are out,” Garrus said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Their shared heat warmed the air under the blankets, and Shepard sighed as the edge of drowsiness started to creep up on her.

“Well, I left my cards on the Normandy —”

“You don’t own cards, Shepard, you just appropriated Vega’s.”

“Spectre privilege. Anyways, my cards are on the Normandy, and one of us should keep watch…” She sighed again, and let her eyes drift closed. “But if anyone sneaks up on us, I figure they deserve to, coming all the way out here in the cold.”

“They probably do.” A long silence ticked past before he spoke again. “Feels strange, sitting still. Not that there’s anything we can do, but…”

But there was no end to what needed to be done. She opened her eyes, turned her head to trace the lines of Garrus’ face with her eyes. “Nothing we can do but enjoy the quiet,” she said, finding his free hand and squeezing it. “Soon enough, Vega’ll show up, all wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.

Garrus huffed laughter, then hummed to himself. “What’s that human phrase for when you think you’ve seen something before? Deja something?”

“Deja vu.”

“What you said about Vega…for a second there, I almost saw it.” Another quiet laugh. “Strangest feeling.”

“After all we’ve been through?” Shepard kissed his mandible, relishing the warmth under her mouth. Thank God for turians, and for this one in particular, for always running a few degrees above human baseline. “Deja vu should be the least strange of all.”

Garrus hummed again, then let his head rest on top of hers. A few moments later, his breathing deepened, slowed. Shepard smiled to herself. Look who’s getting first watch.

With nothing else to do but watch the coils pulse, Shepard turned back to the last thing Garrus had said. She’d meant it when she told him deja vu was the least strange thing of all; if a universe existed where machines from dark space rose to wipe out the living, and where resurrection was not just a possibility but a fact, was precognition such a jump? Or — the more likely suggestion — was the idea of alternate timelines, alternate universes, so improbable?

Maybe all deja vu was, was when two of those universes got close enough to brush against each other, events almost mirrored from one to the other. How would the people in either place feel then, so near to an alternate reality? Maybe somewhere Vega did pop in with one of his terrible catchphrases, while in this universe he was on the other side of Noveria, making nice with Gianna Parasini.

Maybe somewhere she hadn’t died, and died, and died again, and she didn’t hear old, slow voices in her sleep. Maybe, somewhere, they were winning.

And maybe I’m half asleep and my brain is pretending I’m on that shower-thoughts extranet site.

She shook her head, and felt Garrus shift and sit up next to her.

“Sorry — Shepard? What is it?”

“Just thinking,” she said, leaning back into him. “Go back to sleep. I’ve got you.”

Impossible not to feel how his whole body went still at those words, impossible to miss the terrible, hopeful way his eyes met hers, like he couldn’t believe what she’d just said.

Then I’ll say it again, as many times as I need to. But she didn’t, not then — she kissed him instead, one hand braced on his keel, the other still holding his. Garrus made a quiet, muffled sound of surprise, then cupped the back of her head, his hand just this side of too tight.

No, they didn’t need words, not really. Never would.

If we get through this, she thought about saying, for the thousandth, millionth time, then stopped herself. No bigger jinx than this one: hoping for a future, when anything past the next few hours was a crapshoot.

Oh, fuck it, Shepard thought, and kissed Garrus again, hard enough to forget the cold. Let it be some other universe where disaster struck; she deserved to be selfish just this once.

“If we get out of this,” she said, pulling away so she could meet his eyes. “Garrus, I promise you — I’ll never take you to Noveria again.”

He didn’t smile. Didn’t need to. He kissed her again, slowly, then tipped his forehead against hers. “Deal,” he said.

Sterek AU: Stiles and David weren’t always friends. Sure, they knew about each other, they were the same age and mostly in the same classes, but friendship came on the end of their junior year. And it became epic. Since Scott was all about Allison, Stiles started to spend more time with David, often at the Hale house, where’s been something happening almost all the time. By the end of their senior year they were inseparable. And they had big plans for their last summer before college. 

It was one night after bowling with their friends, when they barged into Hale’s kitchen laughing and hungry, trying to not wake up all household. They didn’t expected David’s big brother standing there, smirking at them with his eyebrows doing something complicated, what probably meant he’s internally laughing at them. 

“Der! When did you get home?!” David was excited every time Derek showed his face home, he’s been studying in New York for three years now, and David misses him. He saw his big brother like a demigod or something, it was actually quite funny from where Stiles was standing. 

“Who’s that?” Derek asked, and David laughed. 

“Stiles. You don’t remember him?" 

Derek gave Stiles lingering look and his left eyebrow climbed a little higher. "Seems different.”

Stiles shrugged. “Probably the hair, man. Sorry to confuse you.” Derek smirked again. 

“Probably.” And then Laura was barging in with wide grin on her face, yelling about Big D being home, which made Derek cringe and David moan, because that meant Laura is going to call him Mini D again, every time she’ll see the two of them together. And he hated that nickname. Stiles gets that. 

The thing was, in a few days, their big summer plans started to include Derek as well, because David was just too happy him being home to not make him tag along with them, whenever they went.

And Derek never actually protested that much. Partially because he couldn’t take his eyes from his little brother’s best friend, which should probably feel wrong, but Stiles’s been an adult, now, and he looked like it, too. Yeah, he was still goofy and ridiculous, but his shoulders were broader, and his face was all sharp jaw and pretty eyelashes, full lips and big doe eyes. And Jesus Christ, Derek had more than a fair share of dreams about that face, now.  But Stiles is also smart and funny, and it’s so easy to spend hours just talking to him. And in less than two weeks Derek has it so bad, it freaks the crap out of him, when he thinks about it. But he also knows, Stiles doesn’t see him the same way. Actually, Stiles is affectionate with only one person, and that’s David. And he feels like the shittiest shit that ever shit for even think about taking him from his little brother, because David is amazing person and he deserves someone amazing as well. So he walks it out, and if he spends more time than usual under cold shower, no one has to know. 

Then the recital happens and almost everyone goes there. Whole Hale family, and Stiles with his dad, so does Scott with his mom and Allison. And it’s really nice, some of the students are pretty gifted. It’s after that, when Derek excuses himself and goes to the bathroom, when we walks is on David kissing the young cellist, who was exceptionally good during her performance. But that doesn’t change the fact that David is kissing girl, who definitely isn’t Stiles, and Derek doesn’t know what to think, or what to do. 

It goes like that for more than a week, filled with grumbling, confused Stiles, dreamy David, and Derek trying to avoid both of them. Which is kind of a problem, when David lives with him, and Stiles tries to spend all the free time with him now, when David constantly disappears nobody knows where (as if). 

Finally Derek can’t stand it anymore and corners his little brother. Inside he’s so damn angry about David throwing something so precious away, but he also knows, David doesn’t seem to realize Stiles’s feelings for him, so maybe that’s all they need to figure out. So he tells him. As calmly as he can, he tells David about how Stiles feels about him, and how long it’s been going on, how he shouldn’t break Stiles’ heart because of some summer fling. And David listens to all of it with broken expression on his face, because he didn’t know. How he could miss that? Is Stiles angry at him? And what should he do now, when he doesn’t feel the same? He isn’t like Stiles or Derek, he can’t see himself with a guy. But Stiles is his best friend and he loves him and he doesn’t want to loose him. 

The next time Stiles spends diner time at Hale’s, the atmosphere is different, awkward and stiff, and Stiles is confused, because David is giving him these sad-puppy looks, and Derek’s avoiding his gaze like he could catch something from him while sitting across the table. And it just gets worse during the next two days. Stiles kind of feels like Alice in the Wonderland because suddenly nothing whatsoever make sense. 

The following Tuesday Stiles’s sitting at the dinning table, eating pineapple pie, when David slumps on the chair next to him, already in his sad puppy mode. 

“Okay, what’s happening? Just tell me,” Stiles sighs without even glancing at his friend. 

“I’m sorry, Stiles.”

Okay, now he’s looking at him, because what? “For what?" 

"I swear I had no idea, I would say something. And I know I’m making things weird, and that’s probably why you never said anything, but it’s just hard to wrap my mind around it, that’s all." 

"Uhh, okay?” Stiles says uncertain and confused. “Good for you, buddy. Mind telling me what are you talking about?”

David blushes, and, oh my god, David blushes, that’s kind of hilarious. Stiles bits down a smile. “Did you jerk off over my porn stash again?" 

"No!” David’s eyes go wide and his face has now very similar color to a boiled lobster. It’s freakin’ adorable, that’s what it is. Sometimes David tops even Scott’s level of puppy-ish adorableness and it brings Stiles unholy glee make David this flustered, because he’s evil. “No, for fuck’s sake, I meant that… you know… feelings." 

"Feelings?” And Stiles is lost again. Or, more like,he’s still lost. 

“Yeah. Those one you have… For me…” David helpfully confuses Stiles even further. And then it hits him. 

“Wait,” he says with his hands turned palms to his friend. “Hold it right there. You think I have feelings for you?”

David blinks. Stiles mirrors it, while there is dozen thousands of thoughts flying through his head, blizzard fast. How did he manage to convince David he has feelings for him? Did he said something? Or did he do something? Touched him in a bad way? Jeez, how the hell this happened? And is it bad thing or good thing in David’s eyes? Because Stiles definitely doesn’t have any kind of romantic feeling towards his friend. Duh, he loves him, but it totally friendly kind of way, not in ‘I want you to shove your dick up my ass’ kind of way. Which, ugh, not that David isn’t good looking, but this never even crossed Stiles’ mind. Also David is straight, isn’t he? 

They sit there, both kind of panicking, not sure what they should do, because neither wants to hurt the other one. Until Derek walks in on them like that, and David looks at him all lost and flushed in absolutely obvious way, and Derek grits his teeth because it doesn’t hurt, okay? It doesn’t. So Derek mutters quiet 'finally’ and tries to retreat, but then Stiles looks at him over his shoulder, and that is not a face of a relived man. That’s very much face of a man only a hair from a panic attack. And he can’t help himself, he growls at David, because Stiles is not okay. Why isn’t he okay? “What did you said to him?" 

And David chokes out something nobody understands, and Stiles is trying to understand those pieces of words floating around, because nothing is making any sense. Derek knows what is this with David all about? And then David blurts out, "what you said I should!” and everything goes still.

Stiles glances from Derek to David and back, confused and lost in all those things no one bothers to tell him. “You told him something?” He turns back to David. “What did he tell you?”

And then Derek is turning and walking away as fast as he can without actually running, and David gives up, and straightforward says: “I’m sorry, but I’m not in love with you.” And Stiles breaths out with relief and retorts: “Well, good, I’m not in love with you either. Now, would you mind to tell me what was all that about?" 

David is relieved. And surprised, but mostly relieved, because he had nightmares about this last few nights, okay, and he sucks at talking about feelings. Paige knows, how much he sucks at it, because he still wasn’t able to ask her out properly. Or even compliment her, without simultaneously offend three generations of her family. Good she has exceptional sense of humor and big tolerance for doofusness. 

But even if Stiles isn’t Paige, he is still his best friend and he gets it, when David tries to explain things. And now he understands, Derek somehow manage to convince David Stiles loves him and trying to date Paige could brake his heart. Which, freaking unbelievable, what is he? God dammed unstable ex-wife or something? So he just pats David on the back and tells him to call Paige and ask her out for sake of all, because she might be patient with him, but she 'ain’t saint. And then he goes search for Derek, because he sooo needs to have a word with him.

He finds Derek at the gym (yes, Hales do have their own, Stiles just learned to accept and ignore it). He sits on the bench, watching his clasped hands, so stiles can’t really see his face, but he can guess he doesn’t have particularly happy expression. "Sooo, wanna tell what all that was about?” Stiles starts, because why not. Ha had more than his fair share of mortifying moments today, this probably can’t be any worse than the last hour of his life. 

“You love my brother,” Derek sighs, without looking up. 

“Duh,” Stiles’ eyebrows climb up a little. Derek frowns, Stiles can see that even from his angle, so he elaborates. “But I’m not in love with him. Where did you even got that idea?" 

Derek frowns even more and looks up at him. "I saw it. It’s how you act around him, you are happy with him. You made him happy. He shouldn’t throw that away.”

“First of all, there isn’t anything he could throw away,” Stiles mimics Derek’s words. “Second of all, Dave is probably my soulmate, but he is straight as an arrow, I thought you knew that.”

Derek snorts. “Of course I knew that, but it’s not like everyone has their sexuality sorted when they are eighteen." 

"Fair enough,” Stiles nods, and folds his arms on his chest. “Still doesn’t mean he has to fall for me, or I for him. I love him, but in very brotherly way, and you shouldn’t assume, man. And I’m not even talking about that whole telling him things that you shouldn’t, even if they were true. Not cool." 

"Sorry,” Derek murmurs.

“Is that why you couldn’t look at me last few days? Did you change your mind and thought I’m not good enough for him or something?" 

Derek’s eyes go all wide and sincere while laced with pure panic. "NO! I mean, no, I didn’t… That’s not it, okay? You would be perfect for him.”

Stiles is a little surprised to hear it, but shrugs it off, and sits next to Derek. “So what’s it, man? Are you mad at me? Did I do something? Because from where I’m standing, or sitting, or whatever, it seems like you are the one who messed up." 

Derek smirks, "thanks for not rubbing it in my face or anything.”

Stiles shrugs. “You deserve it.”

Derek nods with a small smile. “True.”

“Now tell me, what is it that bothers you?” he asks, turning his head so he could see Derek’s face. And what he sees kinds of takes his breath away, because Derek seems so earnest while roaming over his face with those strangely colored beautiful eyes. He’s flushed, and his pupils are huge, lips slightly parted, and Stiles suddenly realizes how close they are, but he still doesn’t expect it, when Derek leans forward.

He doesn’t aim for Stiles’ mouth, no, he kisses him right under his right ear, banishing all his thoughts away from his brain. And he definitely doesn’t expect the whispered “maybe I was jealous” while there is dark scruff rubbing against his cheek and hot breath caressing soft skin of his neck. But hey, he’s so on board with this turn of events, he can’t even tell! He liked Derek, really, but that idiot tried to make his brother dump the girl he liked, because he thought Stiles is in love with him. That’s pretty amazing evidence Derek is goddamn special, right there. 

They still need to talk, a lot, but it can wait. There is no rush, anyway. David is definitely trying to woo Paige, since Stiles told him to do that, and other Hales shouldn’t be at home this time of day, so no rush at all. And Stiles knows for sure, there is shower they can totally make out in. Yup. This summer holidays turns up to be just as epic as Stiles planed. Even more so.

Sleep in my sweater P8

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Part Three Here
Part Four Here
Part Five Here
Part Six Here
Part Seven Here

Pairing: Sam x reader
Characters: Sam, Dean, the reader
Warnings: light swearing, angst, fluff, hurt!sam, hurt!reader, mention of drugs
Word count: around 1,000
Summary: The reader has some decisions to make about Sam, and Dean helps her decide exactly what to do. 
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Super (Sappy) Hero

prompt was Disney au and The Incredibles is possibly my absolute favourite Disney/pixar movie <i>ever</i> and I looove superheroes so here,have a malec superhero au.
Also,my finger slipped so this became a few thousand words longer than intended sorry,,,,
@magnusbane-aleclightwood doing great job gud1 yay


He’s sitting in his office,looking out the window when he hears it.

Police car sirens and helicopters outside.

He hates to stop his work and he does have a meeting in an hour,but he’s quickly getting sick of the Underminer and if all this commotion is his doing, he’s having none of it.

Also,he absolutely refuses to let someone as base as the Warlock take away his villain.

So in a matter of minutes, he’s lied to his secretary that he’s going out for some air,changed in his car and is breaking a thousand traffic rules on his way to the scene.

(Whatever, it’s for the greater good.)

It’s at a mall and not for the first time,Alec finds himself questioning the Underminer.

What was he thinking?The mall on a Tuesday afternoon?Does he even want to kill people?

(Although,the Underminer is a mole, and Alec doesn’t really know mole behaviour,so he’s come to terms with the fact that his job stops at saving people and judo flipping bad guys,not questioning their motives.)

He reaches just at the right time.

In an attack,any time before the Warlock shows up is the right time.

Alec makes quick work of the Underminer (a mole who apparently likes H&M and left a hole in its floor when he left) and he’s just dusting his hands when he hears a soft Shit behind him.

He knows who it is before he even turns and really,he can’t be blamed if he feels a little cocky.

“Well,hello there,Warlock.Nice of you to show up,” he says goadingly as he turns around to face said super.

The Warlock seems stumped for a moment before he resumes his usual nonchalant stance.

“You probably think you’ve beaten me,”he says with an almost indulgent smile on his face.

Alec replies,”If you mean I reached before you and left the mole with a bleeding snout and possibly a broken forelimb with zero civilian casualties, then yes,yes I do think I have beaten you.”

The Warlock gives a little laugh and says,”Ah,my little Shadowhunter-“

“Don’t call me your little Shadowhunter. I am neither little nor yours.”

The Warlock plows on as if Alec never interrupted him.

“You’re sorely mistaken if you think I won’t bounce back.What makes you think I’ll let you reach before me next time?”

Alec rolls his eyes under his mask.

“That’s what you said the last time.I think you’re losing touch.”

The Warlock starts walking backwards with an irritating degree of carelessness.

“We’ll see,Shadowhunter.We’ll see.”

With that,he’s out the entrance and the next second, he’s on his bike, going god knows where.

Alec does a quick survey of the mall to make sure the Underminer hasn’t returned for more dresses from the SS 17 collection and on giving the all clear to the cops, he’s out too,on his way back to the office for his meeting.

(He buys a coffee on the way as well, because Superhero Rule #1 is Nobody can know.)

(Because if word gets out that he,Alec Lightwood, entrepreneur, CEO of Lightwood & Co.,investor, multi-millionaire before 30 is the Shadowhunter,everything is going to go to shit.)


Alec reaches home late,and he enters his building cursing the traffic.

(Also cursing the Warlock because he got bored and it makes him happy.)

He reaches his floor and he’s keying open the door,when the apartment next to his opens.

And out steps Magnus Bane.

Alec knows all about Magnus Bane.

He’s quite possibly the hottest man he’s ever seen,for one.He’s also a tattoo artist and he’s yet to find an inch of him that isn’t covered with them.He also bikes to work in a leather jacket .He has an extremely pleasing baritone voice when he sings shitty pop songs in the shower. Sometimes he does yoga in his balcony.He’s super funny. He has two cats named Church and Captain Meow whom he incessantly posts photos of on Instagram. His arms were carved by the gods.

Also,Alec’s been crushing on him for the past two months straight.

The above facts are probably the reason why,when Alec sees him coming out, he ends up dropping his keys with a “He-Oh shit.”

Magnus laughs and Alec thinks that maybe that’s the music played in heaven.

And when Magnus bends to pick up the keys with a “Here,let me get that for you.” Alec absolutely does not check out his ass.

(He’s wearing tight black jeans and oh my god.)

It’s all he can do to accept the keys from Magnus,say,”Th-Thanks,” mumble some rubbish about being tired and practically zoom into his apartment,slamming the door on his hot neighbour’s face.

It’s with a doleful feeling of Why am I the way I am? and thoughts of Magnus Bane’s forearm flexing under an inking of stars that Alec goes to bed that night.


The next few days go normally.No attacks by the Underminer,no more noteworthy interactions with Magnus Bane(who has now taken to singing Teenage Dream era Katy Perry in the shower,Alec is happy to report) and nothing apart from routine at the company.

In fact,the next time any of that sort happens is a whole week later.

He’s getting ready to leave at 8 in the morning for a meeting with Lydia Branwell, CEO of Branwell Industries, to discuss a merger(he anticipates it to be smooth sailing because they went to school together and got along fairly well)when there’s a news report on his phone.

The Underminer strikes again.

In a matter of seconds,Alec’s worn his tie,grabbed his breakfast and is on his way to the location.

(And also noticed Magnus Bane on his bike outside the apartment.It makes him look forward to this fight. He’s so whipped and he hasn’t even had a conversation that’s lasted more than 5 minutes with him.)

He reaches minutes later and the sight he’s greeted with is disheartening.

I mean,yeah, everyone’s safe and the Underminer’s trademark hole in the ground signifying his exit is there so nobody’s in danger,except there’s also the Warlock walking jauntily towards him,having the impudence to whistle.

He’s dimly aware that he’s whistling the tune of California Gurls and he’s about to say something snarky about the fact but the Warlock beats him to it.

“Ah,my little Shadowhunter.Pity you missed this one.I let him give me his whole plan before I knocked him out. It was fun.”

Alec’s feeling super bitter right now and grabs at strings to one-up his nemesis-but-also-fellow-super.

“What kind of name is Warlock?” he says almost petulantly.

(It’s far from his best but he’s pissed.)

And the Warlock has the damn nerve to reply, ”The kind that you’re going to be crying out tonight.”

And then he winks.

Alec’s left dumbstruck as the Warlock (damn him) walks past him saying,”I don’t have time to give you the details,but it’ll probably be all over the news,so you can catch the mole’s evil plan to destroy the city and all that jazz.”



Apparently,the mole has a legitimate evil plan to destroy the city and all that jazz.

Alec does,indeed,catch it on the news that evening as he’s eating his dinner and frankly,he doesn’t know if he should take it seriously or not.

The Underminer is…a mole. All his attacks so far seem pretty low-key. He seems like one of those small-time villains trying too hard to be a super-villain and ends up coming across as goofy.

This plan,though?Detailed and comprehensive and seemingly exceedingly well thought out.

Super-villain material.

He’s contemplating the possibility of the Underminer working for someone else, when the news reporter says something that prompts his attention.

‘The Warlock was seen goading the Underminer in the scene of the attack, prompting him to reveal his plans.This leads us to question the effectiveness of older,more well-established supers who prefer to use the less-talk-more-fight method to deal with villains.If it was one of them who were present instead, would we have been able to take precautions?Are modern,maybe a little eccentric super-villains like the Warlock who seemingly actively go against tried and tested methods more suited for dealing with today’s villains? All these questions and more will be debated tonight at 9 on our Warlock special,right here.Don’t mis-’

Alec doesn’t let her go on.The television’s turned off,the lights are turned off and he turns in for the night.

Ugh seems to be a regularly occurring sentiment.


The next meeting between the Warlock and the Shadowhunter takes place yet another week later.

Alec’s in a meeting at the moment and he’s listening to someone from R&D prattle about how they need updated machinery when his eye catches his phone blinking with a notification.

He calls for a break so he can check his phone(greater good,remember?) and when he does,he sees that it’s an attack.

He makes some excuses and within moments, he’s changing while driving(hazardous,do not try).

He’s just put on his mask as he’s nearing the restaurant where the attack’s happened and as he’s pulling into a nearby alley,he thinks he sees a flash of someone very familiar looking driving past him but why would Magnus Bane be driving in the direction of the attack?

His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of screaming and the next second, he’s pulling patrons out of the building while the Warlock’s fighting some new guy who’s speaking in a language none of them seem to know.

Said new guy also has claws.

Alec can’t wait to join the fray.

He’s shuffling the last screaming diner out(“Oh thank you, Shadowhunter!”) and he turns around expecting Mr.Claws (because that’s what he heard him roar when asked his name) and the Warlock, ready to unleash some good old battle moves but all he sees when he turns is some asshole wearing spandex and a purple mask.

Alec will not stand for this.

“I was right here,” he whines.

“Ran a little late,did you? Don’t worry.He wasn’t much of an opponent.You didn’t miss a lot.”

Alec’s clearly losing touch when he replies with,”Your mask is a stupid colour.”

The Warlock chuckles.

“Oh, don’t be bitter Shadowhunter, you might get the next one.”

With that last comment and whistling a cheery tune, he’s out the door.


When the notification comes,Alec’s in the shower.

He hears the shrill sound of his phone and gets out of the bathroom in record time.

At first,he can’t comprehend what he’s reading.

The Underminer’s attacked that new Mexican restaurant in the city.

But that’s where Izzy said she’d be today, lunching with her friends.

So that can’t be right,can it?

Alec goes through the motions in a rush,pulling on his suit,wearing a t-shirt and pants on top,stuffing the mask in his pocket.

He slams his door shut and sprints down the stairs.

He’s almost at the bottom,when he turns the corner and is stopped short by someone else in front of him.

Magnus Bane.

Alec’s in too much of a tizzy to fall to pieces right now and impatiently dogs his steps, trying to find a way to overtake him on the narrow stairwell.

Magnus Bane’s walking fast too but not nearly fast enough because Izzy’s there in that restaurant,okay and Alec needs to get there right now so he pushes past Magnus with an “Excuse me,sorry.I’m in a bit of a rush right now.”

Except,things don’t always go according to plan so as Alec’s pushing past,his t-shirt gets caught on a nail and there’s the sound of ripping cloth.

Alec twists around to make sure the back of his t-shirt is intact but all he sees is the blue fabric of his super suit.

It’s bright and silvery and the hole in the shirt is so huge,you can even see part of the logo on his suit.

So can Magnus Bane,who is currently doing so,opening and closing his mouth like a fish,looking dumbstruck.

Alec realises the gravity of the situation but Izzy,please let her be okay and so,all he can do is say,”Please don’t tell anybody.” and leaving behind a sputtering Magnus Bane,he rushes out of the building, making sure to duck into the nearest alley and remove his ruined t-shirt and jeans completely.

He reaches in moments and the relief he feels on seeing Izzy near the paramedics with a bunch of other people,looking shaken but unhurt,is enormous.

He can still hear noises from within the restaurant so he rushes inside to see the Underminer turning over tables and making a hell of a din.

He’s in the middle of kicking the mole on the face and hopefully making his snout bleed again (consistency is key) when he’s momentarily distracted by the arrival of the Warlock.

Even he isn’t sure what happens next but somehow,the Shadowhunter and the Warlock end up fighting this guy(mole) together and wow what is happening, he’s so confused.

It isn’t long before they’re both standing next to the unconscious body of the Underminer as the police make their way in.

Alec really doesn’t feel like dealing with the Warlock’s shit this time and he’s about to just walk out without their customary snark but as he exits the restaurant,he feels a hand grip his forearm,stopping him from going any further.

“What do you want,Warlock?”

The Warlock seems to be having some internal battle but when he seemingly makes up his mind,he walks ahead of Alec, dragging him behind.

“Follow me,” he says.

It’s short and crisp and Alec doesn’t know what to make of it because it’s so different from the Warlock’s usual choice of phrase.

He’s dragged into an alley nearby and he sees a familiar bike parked in the corner.

The Warlock lets go of his arm and as Alec’s wondering just what Magnus Bane’s bike is doing here,a voice cuts in saying,”Do you recognise the vehicle?”

Alec doesn’t know where this is going but he realises that this isn’t the time to joke because the Warlock seems pretty serious.

Which is new.

So he replies,albeit grudgingly,with “It belongs to my neighbour.Why? Were you planning on getting one like it but needed my opinion?”

The Warlock takes a deep breath in and breathes out,like he’s mustering the courage to do something.

He says,”Actually,I already did.”

Alec’s really confused right now especially because the Warlock seems to be looking at him like that last sentence meant something.


The Warlock huffs.

“You’re rather slow for someone who’s supposed to be smart,huh?”

And the next thing he knows,in one swift motion,the Warlock’s pulled off his mask revealing his identity.

His identity being…Magnus Bane.

Alec needs to sit down.

He does.

His head’s spinning and things are going too fast and his crush is the Warlock and it’s all so hard to believe but as Alec’s trying to wrap his head around it,bits and pieces of his memory come back to him.

How he saw Magnus on his bike that day on his way to the park.How Magnus was driving towards the restaurant that day they fought Mr.Claws.How Magnus was leaving the apartment the same time he was this morning and was in a rush too.

When he thinks about it that way, it all seems so obvious.

And oh my god the Katy Perry music.

He should have known.

He says this out loud and the Warlock/hot neighbour says,”Well now you do.”

Alec is still coming to terms with the fact that his crush is his sworn enemy when Magnus places a bundle in his hands.

It’s his t-shirt and jeans.

Alec looks up at Magnus and swallowing the lump in his throat, asks,”Why did you tell me?”

Magnus shrugs.

“It was only fair.”

Alec accepts that and asks,”What now?We just act like we don’t know eachother’s secret when we meet in the corridor?”

Magnus sits down next to him and to Alec’s surprise,removes Alec’s mask too.

“I have a different proposition, actually.”

Alec sees Magnus playing with his mask in his lap and wow his fingers.

“What?”he finally asks.

“Did you remember that day you shifted into the apartment?I took an instant liking to you.”

“I dropped a box on your foot,” Alec deadpans.

Magnus chuckles saying,”And when you apologised,it was the most adorable thing in the world.”

Alec doesn’t know if he should feel gratified or offended and he stores the statement in his memory for future analysis and says,”So you think we should be friends?Bros? Hang out and all that jazz and occasionally fight bad guys together?”

Magnus turns towards Alec and shuffles closer.

Alec can feel his knee brushing against Magnus’s shin and oh my god he’s touching Magnus Bane.

Magnus moves his face closer and closer and Alec can’t move,can’t breathe.

Magnus is so close Alec can see the little flecks of colour in his otherwise hazel eyes and now their lips are inches apart.

This is a dream and Alec doesn’t want it to end.

The stillness is interrupted by Magnus saying,”If this is what friends do,” and the next thing he knows, Magnus’s lips are soft against his and Alec knows this can’t possibly be real but as he reciprocates,he knows that it is as well,if that makes sense.

It’s all new and wonderful and everything Alec thought it would be and when they pull apart after what seems like eternity and they just sit there,looking at eachother.

Alec quite likes the feeling of Magnus Bane nearly pressing into his side and just looking at him and it’s too soon to talk or even comprehend but nonetheless,he asks softly,”What are we?”

Magnus gives a small laugh.

He starts dislodging himself to Alec’s disappointment and as he’s pulling on clothes on top of his suit from his bike,he says,”Why don’t we see over dinner tonight?My place.I’ll cook.”

And Alec just sits there stumped because so much has happened so fast but the bottom line is, his crush who happens to be his neighbour who also happens to be a super whom he’s always detested just asked him on a date after kissing him and what is even happening?

His head’s in a whirl and he just looks at Magnus,no longer wearing his suit, revving his bike and driving out with one last wink thrown in his direction.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Closeted (But Not for Long)

Title : Closeted (But Not For Long)

Author : @wvnchxstxr

Pairing : Dean x Male!Reader, Sam

Word Count : 1102

Warnings : gayness, male!reader if you didn’t catch that, a little violence (seriously a sentence), a tiny bit of angst if you squint, a little fluff, a TINY bit of smut (kissing), basically a little of everything

Summary : Dean takes in Y/N after his family was murdered by a werewolf. After becoming friends, Y/N soon develops feelings for Dean, but doesn’t know how to tell Dean he’s gay, let alone has feelings for the guy. Will Y/N tell Dean and find happiness? Or, is it a lost cause?

A/N : This is for @impala-dreamer’s One Prompt For All Challenge and the prompt was : “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to kill me.” I struggled with ideas for this and none of them were turning out right, so hopefully this takes flight and shows my best work. This also has a little bit of everything in it and I really like this. Feedback as always helps me keep this going. Enjoy!

It’s been two years since his family was killed by werewolves. The Winchesters never meant to for Y/N to stay that long but he’s a nice guy and had nowhere else to go. Dean and Sam grew fond of him; he’s funny and good company to have around. Despite Dean’s protests, he made quite a good hunter as well. Y/N was a natural given everything he’s been through. Y/N and Dean became great friends as the years went by.

“Hey, Y/N. Sam and I are going out to the bar and maybe getting some girs. What do you say, huh?”

“Go on ahead. I’ll hold down the fort while you’re gone.” Y/N had been researching about their case, trying to figure out what monster was terrorizing the town.

“Dude, you’ve been looking at that same book for like, I don’t know, three hours. Close it and let’s go blow off some steam.” Dean clapped him on the back.

“Pass. Not the drinking type.” He keeps his head buried into his book.

“Bullshit. I’ve seen you so drunk you were hungover for a week. So, don’t sit there and tell me you’re not a drinker.”

“You know, Dean? You’re right. But, there’s a case here and I need to figure this out. Go have fun. I’ll be here when you come back.” Y/N laughed nervously to himself before flipping the page.

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RusAme request, but only if you have them still open. So, Alfred and Ivan get in a fight about who has longer endurance during sex. Naturally, they end up making a bet to prove it once and for all. So, the next meeting they attend, they go in with remotes for the other's vibrators, which they use every moment to drive the other insane. They have to spend all meeting like they aren't on the edge of cumming, and the first one to break gets dragged into the hall and fucked against the wall.


It was another day, another meeting, and all seemed as normal as always. Ludwig was yelling at everyone, Arthur and Francis were fighting, Feliciano was sleeping under the table, and Yao and Kiku were quietly bickering about whatever it was they were bickering about. The only one strangely out of character was Alfred. No one questioned Ivan’s quiet manner or his stiff posture, as it was all very common. Even his focused frown wasn’t out of the ordinary. Alfred however, was squirming in his chair and chewing his lip as if his life depended on it.

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Batman's Daughter: Harder than I Thought

“Get up E, get up!” Dick stood above you, his hands behind his back. The pair of you had been training for the past hour. It was 2 in the morning and every inch of your body begged you to stay down.

“I- I can’t Dick. I twisted my ankle falling, I need to ice it” I sat up, slowly. Dick’s face, which usually had an amused look turned to annoyance.

“I’m sorry, I thought I was training you to be the next Robin. You need to learn to fight through pain E. Now get up” He crouched before me balancing on the balls of his feet.

“I said no” I kick with one of my legs trying to sweep his legs out from under him. It didn’t work.

“At least you tried” Dick now stood about four feet away from me, having done a back flip to avoid landing on my legs. He walked slowly towards me reaching out his hand. “Come on, we have school, and you don’t seem like you can take much more of this” I grabbed his hand, wobbling up.

“Walk on it normally E, you have endurance training tomorrow. Best to get a head start now” An easy smile returned to Dick’s face as we headed for the stairs. Why on earth did we not have an elevator.

“What do you mean by that D?” I limped next to Dick pain searing up my leg. Tomorrow was going to be rough with this ankle. Dick stopped, facing me with a cheek to cheek grin.

“Tomorrow, for training, you are going to wear heels. All. Day. Long” Dick started to walk backwards as I began to stalk him.

“Dick, that’s nearly impossible” I reached out, but he jumped backwards. Damn his acrobatic skills.

“Well, you should of thought of that before you quit training earlier. Here’s the deal, tomorrow you can’t complain to anyone, no one can notice you limp, and you can’t leave school early for any reason. If you can do this all, we won’t train for the next two days, but if you do, we’ll train tomorrow and go longer than we did today” Dick turned, sprinting up the stairs.

“Dick, we have that Galla tomorrow. You sure you want to do this tomorrow?” I yelled, beginning my slow ascent up the stairs.

“Positive E. See you in the morning!”


Ow, ow, ow ow! God I hate Dick right now. And I’m still at home.

“Morning miss, you look nice today. Any special reason?” Alfred smiled as I slid into the stool at the counter in the kitchen. He placed a bowl of oatmeal in front of me, along with a glass of my favorite juice.

“No reason Alfred, just wanted to look nice” I smiled, mentally grimacing. Alfred would be my biggest challenge. If I could get past him, then I’d make through the day.

“You sure you’re alright mis-” Just then Dick came, sliding down the banister. Landing on his feet before dusting off his shirt.

“Morning Alfred, sup E” Dick smiled between the two of us. Alfred lost track of what he was thinking turning to grab Dick’s breakfast before scolding him for his unruly behavior.

“Fine, fine, I won’t do it again” Dick sat down, eating his own breakfast. He smiled at me before leaning in and whispering. “I saved you on that one, you’re on your own for the rest of the day”

“Got it, this is torture you know that” I glared at Dick as he sat back up in his chair, scarfing down his food.

“Time to go you two, you both are getting pulled out early so you shouldn’t be late, now get in he car” Alfred took our empty dishes, placing them next to the sink. We all climbed into the car and headed for school. This was going to be one long day.


Almost there Elizabeth. Just one more class before you head home, then the Galla. Ow, ow, ow. I swear this stupid ankle is swelling worse than before. I hate Dick, I hate Dick and his stupid challenge.

“How ya doing sis?” Dick smiled, jumping in right next to me in the hallway. He was wearing sunglasses inside, typical.

“Just perfect, why do you ask” I gave Dick a big cheesy grin, mentally cursing him. He lowered his glasses, smirking.

“Almost there, didn’t think you’d actually be able to do” Dick slid his glasses back up, putting his hands in his pockets.

“You have so little faith in your little sis” I pretended to be overly shocked as he ran ahead, obviously seeing some of his friends. Oh well, just have to finish this one class.


Home again, home again. I finally sit down on my bed, pulling of the heels.

“Dick!” I yelled, throwing my heels across the room. I was done, I couldn’t go through a whole night like this.

“What is it Elizabeth?” Dick showed up at more door, still in his outfit from school, at least his shirt was unbuttoned a bit.

“I can’t do this, it’s too hard” I pulled my ankle up, rubbing it. It was no longer red, but now a dark purple.

“I guess it’s too hard for me to train you then…” Dick turned around leaving.


“Then show me you can fight through the pain. Your biggest challenge will be to keep your two lives separate. Show me you can, and I’ll never question you again” Dick leaned against the frame, his smile gone, now more serious.

“I understand, see you in a bit” I looked down, slightly defeated.

“It’ll get easier, I promise E” Dick gave me a weak smile, heading off to get ready himself. I began the long task of getting ready for the Galla. Alfred had picked up my dress today, it was specially made for tonight for two reasons. The first, my dad was hosting the Galla tonight, being one of his charities. The second, as his was the first Galla after my birthday, it’d be the first one that I could stay all night at. Dad’s rule, once I was ten I could stay all night if I wanted to. The gown was simple enough, a black ball gown with a yellow sash around the waist. Family joke. Dick had a matching suit of black and yellow. Dad on the other hand had to wear just black and white, more professional that way. Alfred came in just as I was putting my heels back on.

“How shall I do your hair tonight miss?” Alfred pulled up a chair behind my stool that sat in front of a large makeup station.

“Braided with curls?” I suggested. Alfred loved to braid my hair, but I loved my hair curled. This was a nice compromise and it looked great on me.

“Yes, and your father had me get these, I’ll be able to slip them in your hair then” Alfred smiled showing me five small flowers that had yellow petals and black centers. I turned around sibling at Alfred before hugging him.

“Now miss, we best get you ready. Big night of dancing you have ahead of you, yes?” I turned back around. My smile faltering only a little before returning in full strength.

“Thanks Alfred” it took another hour to finish my hair and makeup before Dick came knocking at my bedroom door.

“Ready E?” He leaned against my door, his tie still untied as he messed with his cuffs.

“He needs help Alfred” I stood up, straightening my dress and touching my hair. It was nice seeing Dick like this, he was always handsome.

“You both look lovely, now shall we head to the limo?” Alfred left the room, heading to pull the limo out front.

“Let me see your shoes” Dick finished buttoning his jacket, his lips forming a small smirk.

“You don’t trust me?” I smiled, lifting the hem of my skirt revealing my higher high heels.

“Sure you want that pair” Dick extended his arm, allowing me to take it as we headed down the stairs.

“Yes, no pain no gain right?”

“Right” Dick opened the door, helping me into the car, then clambering in himself. “You are going to have a long night E. Good luck”

“Any advice?”

“Don’t think about it” Dick shrugged, turning towards the window.

“So helpful”