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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Fic: Expectations

5k words, R rated

It’s the first time Scorpius and Albus have been to the Manor together since they started dating. They can’t help but think about how far they’ve come since they first met, and they also can’t help but take the new-found opportunities that being properly alone together as a couple can offer. 

This was written as a birthday present for the wonderful @abradystrix. Thanks for being an awesome beta, advice-giver, and friend. I hope your day is full of cake and happiness, and that you feel better soon! <3 

My logistical advice-giver and brilliant beta for this one was @bounding-heart.

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gracevakarian  asked:

Can I have some cinnamon roll Hotaru? Like something really cute and romantic with a shy little Hotaru that was in love with MC since he was pretty young, when he visits Saizo restaurant & in the way he bump into Mc accidentally, she was in a hurry to deliver food, it was an instant crush, everytime he went to Saizo's restaurant he try to find this girl but she was always with Toshiee who is bigger and stronger,Hotaru starts training harder to become a great ninja.He finally find her years later

Hi! I’m sorry, I couldn’t fulfil every part of your request :( but I hope you will enjoy it anyway. Hotaru’s interaction with MC in Kai is based on his (first? idk) Tenka event story.

everyday discovering something brand new

Summary: Hotaru hopes that eventually, they will have met so many times that he won’t be able to keep count. [SFW, 1140 words, warnings for surprise kissing, title from Ed Sheeran’s Shape of You]

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Bad Ideas (Chapter Five)

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“Sweet cheeks?” Wade called, wandering through the office and garage. “Oh there they are.” He tilted his head and just stared at that long, lean body bent over the hood of a car replacing a battery. “I missed you boys, been hiding in an office chair for like weeks and–”

“Wade.” Peter straightened and grinned. “Stop talking to my ass. What do you want?”

“You almost done?” Wade tilted his head and made a point of trying to crane his neck around to see Peter’s butt again.

“Yeah man, just about. Two minutes if you’d just leave me alone and let me finish. What’s up?”

“It’s time for a grocery run in town unless you want baking soda and crackers for dinner. You wanna come?”

“Uh–” Peter thought for a minute, trying figure out what else needed to be done before they could close the shop. He was pretty sure all the paperwork was done, and this car wasn’t being picked up until late tomorrow. So–

“I could use my hand, or my mouth or—” Wade was talking but shut up when Peter’s eyes bugged out.

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ravenscat-tumbler  asked:

1/? Alright, so imagine... Omega Dean goes to the doctor's and the omega doctor who usually does Dean's check up is called away on an emergency and Castiel, who is an alpha, is in her place. "Hello Dean, I'll be doing your checkup today. Your regular had an emergency and had to leave." Dean nods nervously because, damn, this guy was fucking hot and smelled amazing and it had been way too fucking long since he had an alpha. "Are you okay?" Castiel asks in a gruff voice. Dean nods.

Oooh you might be interested in this story.

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“Theres literally NO escaping the field of work I’m in. Even on maternity leave I’m still part of the complicated and delicate process of forming an organic compound that will emerge from me a whole living and breathing multi-cellar organism.” - Bonnie 

There’s no rest for the students of the universe.
Bonnie has a few titles. Astro-biologist / Astro-physicist and works closely with genetics.

I have to agree with you anon, it is very endearing to see her carrying something that Rick and her have created, considering that they weren’t even sure if they loved each other when they created it (in my story anyway) At least Bonnie knew. Not much can be said for Rick though.

I have to say I do enjoy drawing young Bonnie because I love her long blonde hair and pink colors, I do love older Bonnie but she’s a little more colder, but if you look closer you can see that she’ll alway be that young aspiring scientist.

Her colors schemes go from pink lemonade to red wine.<3

Feedback appreciated
(I am really going to miss her come this summer :( )

Sushi Bar (OT7)

Pairing: OT7 (or rather Namjoon X everyone)
Rating: T (but kinda M?)
Genre: Humor/Smut (but not really???)

Words: 3,733

Summary“Hyung, surprise!”

“You did say you wanted to go to a naked sushi bar,” Hoseok giggles.

“I DID say that,” Namjoon admits, “However…when I said that it was because I wanted to see some nice side-boob and curves–NOT leg hair and happy trails.”

Though, it seems that Namjoon will just have to settle for what he can get.

A/N: Ahhh, my first ever BTS fic….there are some tense issues, but…I’m not gonna change it. Comments/reblogs/favs always appreciated~

Namjoon’s not sure what they have planned for his 23rd birthday, but he’s sure that it won’t just be a simple cake. After all, a few days before Jungkook had turned 20, meaning that he was finally of legal drinking age, and the other guys had definitely taken advantage of that fact. Yoongi had been more than happy to supply them with ample amounts of vodka and whiskey, and while they’d all known it was a bad idea they’d thrown their worries out the window and partied. Of course, they regretted it the next morning when their heads pounded so loud that it practically made their dorm shake, but luckily they had no schedule planned for that day. That was their only saving grace.

Now, a week and a half later, Namjoon was getting a little suspicious as he made his way back to the dorm. None of the guys had texted or called him all day, and with having an individual schedule for once he hadn’t seen them since last night after practice.

Clearly they were planning something, but he wasn’t quite sure what.

Sighing and running a hand through his hair, Namjoon finally reaches the apartment building their dorm is in and slowly makes his way up the stairs. When he nears their door he can hear feet scrambling inside and is almost sure that he hears Taehyung and Jungkook giggling uncontrollably as their footsteps disappear farther into the dorm.

Frowning, he shakes his head, steels himself for whatever he may find, and pushes the door open.

When he enters their home it’s eerily silent—well, it was silent until Taehyung’s muffled giggles reach his ears again.

“Brat, shut up!” he then hears Yoongi hiss, causing him to hold back a laugh of his own. Despite their efforts they were all so bad at this ‘surprise’ thing.

He then decides to tell them that directly.

“You guys are really terrible at th—,” he starts, laughing heartily as he finally enters the main room, but his words catch in his throat—because finally he’s sees what they’ve been planning for him.

“Hyung, surprise!” Taehyung and Jungkook chorus happily, motioning towards his ‘surprise’ with wildly flailing jazz hands. Namjoon wonders is if his jaw has hit the floor or not.

“You did say you wanted to go to a naked sushi bar,” Hoseok giggles from where he’s perched on the coffee table, trying his best not to move so that the California rolls delicately placed on his bare body stay where they are.

“I did say that,” Namjoon admits after he gets over the initial shock of seeing 4 of his teammates naked and splayed across the room, different variations of food lining their body. He briefly wonders why Jungkook and Taehyung aren’t laid before him as well, but soon realizes that Jungkook likely had too much pride or was too embarrassed, and that Taehyung was far too jittery stay still for such a long span of time.

However…when I said that it was because I wanted to see some nice side-boob and curves—not leg hair and happy-trails.”

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hc; i.m

head·ca·non /noun/

-to note a particular belief which has not been used in the universe of whatever program or story they follow, but seems to make sense to that particular individual

i.m headcanons-

- has a pair of bunny slippers that he wears around the house

- really secretly wants to dye his hair some eccentric color. he’s thinkin electric pink

- really likes apple pie and will give u extra kisses if you make it for him

- may seem quiet a lot of the time, but probably has super loud thoughts

- hugs you for no reason all the time

- likes chocolate ice cream and will go through a whole tub at once

- has the softest baby cheeks ever

- would go everywhere barefoot if he could

- is reminded of home when he sees the stars

- tastes like winter mint 

- when you’re upset, he just rubs your back very comforting and calm like

- his kisses are SUPER soft and his hands always go to your shoulders

- loves playing sports with you, any sport is fine, as long as you two can get out and just have fun

- prefers bow ties to ties

- honestly, he smells like home. no fancy scent, just like the place you know you should be

- likes marathoning shows with you

- sends a heart emoji rather than saying i love you over text

- never forgets to lock the door

- soft ass hair

- really appreciates the color lavender. it greatly calms him

rfa + rainy day headcanons


- not a huge fan of rain, cloudy skies make him feel down
- you two are both laying on his bed, him playing an app on his phone and you listening to music on yours
- its about to storm and you notice he’s looking more and more nervous when the sky starts to rumble
- “yoosung, are you scared of thunder?”
- he 100% is but is also 100% embarrassed about it so your question turns him bright red
- tries to deny it but when a loud BOOM shakes the windows he ducks his head under his covers
- when he peeks his head out you hug him really tight
- “im here with you so you don’t have to worry”
- his heart skips a beat when you say that but before he can respond, there’s another loud rumbling of thunder
- wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face in your neck
- he’s afraid but all he can think of now is how soft your skin is and how good you smell
- he focuses on listening to your soft breaths and heartbeat to calm himself down
- you sing to him until the storm passes
- when it does he kisses you and you’re surprised that he’s the one initiating it for once (he’s usually so shy-)
- he’s a blushing baby and he’s hopelessly in love with you
- he clings onto you for the rest of the night
- and he can barely sleep because all he can think of is how in love he is with you
- traces hearts on your back and plays with your hair while you’re sleeping


- was so excited to take you shopping in the city but when he sees how heavy it’s pouring outside his hopes are dashed
- really bitter about it because he was so excited
- you’re about to go out to pick up some groceries but he refuses to let you go in the weather
- “zen it’s fine I have a raincoat I just need to pick up some milk-”
- he says this weathers too ugly for a princess to be exposed to
- you appreciate the compliment but zen I’m not a child ive been in rain before like everybody else in the world has
- he won’t let up so you both end up binge watching Netflix together
- (insert whichever movies you’d like to watch with him here, I personally think he’d love the movie rent-)
- after you’re finished you both have fun in the kitchen
- you decide to make cookies and he’s making dinner
- he licks off the batter that’s on your cheek and it makes you turn bright red
- after eating together you end up falling asleep on the couch and he carries you to the bedroom


- you and jaehee both are fans of rain, as long as it’s not too crazy
- it’s a light drizzle on an autumn day and you two both go on a date to a new art museum
- you share your umbrella with her and hold hands when you’re walking there and it’s so romantic and gay you love it
- jaehee really takes a liking to the gallery and their works, telling you little tidbits of information about the artists
- takes lots of pictures with her phone when inside (she’s gotta get those Instagram shots)
- sneaks a lot of candid pics of you
- when you are examining a painting she looks at you and tells you that you’re prettier than any work of art in the entire gallery
- the compliment makes you blush and you lace your fingers with hers
- you two stop at a library on your way home and jaehee checks out some books
- when you get home you’re both sitting on the couch, she’s leaning her head against you as she reads
- she makes you some amazing coffee and you two sit there quietly enjoying each other’s company, and the soft rain can be heard outside the window


- he doesn’t really care for the weather
- when he finishes his paperwork and sees you staring out the window with that serene smile he just wants to pick you up and hug you
- you turn to him and say something about how nice the weather is
- he tells you that you look beautiful
- 5 minutes pass, and jumin is on the couch trying to read but you’re playing with Elizabeth 3rd on the ground and it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen
- you’re dangling some string in front of her and she’s jumping and you’re giggling
- he’s irritated that elizabeth’s not being as graceful as she usually is but he lets it slide because it’s you
- you pick her up gently and rub your nose and hers, speaking in babytalk to her
- low key he’s taking a million pictures of you and sending them to the group chat
- he prefaced the photo spam by saying “the two I love most in the world”
- jumin your photo taking skills are awful every picture is blurry
- he doesn’t care, he’s already made you two his lock screen


- you LOVE the rain and insist that he comes with you outside
- tries to make a dirty joke when you say “come play with me” but you’re not listening
- “wait mc it’s like midnight I didn’t think you were serious-”
- you tug on his jacket sleeve and run outside, you both end up at a park nearby
- his hair is a mess already
- when he sees our bright smile he can’t help it and he leans down and kisses you
- (kissing in the rain how romantic-)
- you pull away and he looks at you and smiles gently
- he’s about to say I love you but you interrupt him by quickly poking his cheek
- this is a game you are DEFINITELY not going to win with him
- he grins and begins to chase you and you laugh, trying to find a place to hide
- you crouch down behind the big plastic slide, your hair totally soaked but you are so determined to win
- you yelp in surprise when you feel his arms around your waist and he picks you up and spins you around
- on the walk home he’s giving you a piggyback ride so you don’t have to tire your legs out
- the mood has changed and you smile at him and begin telling him stories
- like that time you attempted suicide as a teenager and how you thought you would never make it to 18
- but now you’re here with the love of your life acting like a kid and everything feels right
- and you don’t feel that deep hole in your chest that you did in high school and you can finally sleep and you don’t feel confused at all about what to do
- you know that this is exactly where you belong and it’s the first time you’ve felt a true sense of security
- everything about you and him fills every empty space in your heart and it all fits right into place
- you fall asleep talking and wake up in his arms in bed

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  • i love her hair, like, she pulls it off so well and lemme just say she’s lowkey basically tonks 
  • sends you things when she knows you’re feeling down and makes you feel so so loved 
  • i can’t wait to see her rp and i love both your personal and hp blogs so so much, almost as much as i love and appreciate you 


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New Perspective: A Solangelo Fanfiction

Drew’s the best and also the worst, and also I haven’t written a lot of witty dialogue lately, I missed that. So you know I had to bring back some of the snap. Also all the lube available and Nico with a ponytail. Cause you know, those things should never be mutually exclusive in fanfiction ;) 

(this fic takes place after the events of Lover-Cares)


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“Nico, what the heck?” Austin said, looking rather startled. “Did you seriously just refer to yourself in the third person.”              

“It’s never too early for some good old fashion dissociation and self-hatred my guy,” Nico said with a probably terrifying half-smile half-baring of teeth he cheers his coffee and downed it. Noting Kayla and Austin’s genuinely unamused faces, he scoffed. “My comedic skills are lost on you people, I swear.”

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Bad Moon

Characters:  Dean X Reader

Summary:  Reader is a bartender.  Dean comes through town.  This is set a few weeks before Sam triple lindy’s into the cage with Lucifer.

Word Count:  2414

Warnings:  Language, SMUT, unprotected sex (come on now, wrap it up at home, kids), kinda angsty

As always, feedback is appreciated and welcomed.  

Tags at the bottom.  Thanks for reading!


The green-eyed man places his hand inside yours, palm up, across the bar top.  Taking a finger, you delicately trace the lines that cross his calloused hand.  

“Hmm.  Very interesting,” you remark, raising your eyebrows for effect.

“What?” he replies, eyes narrowing in skepticism.

“See this line here? It tells me that you’ve had a difficult life.”

“And?” You swear his eyes twinkle as he watches your face.

“You’re a good man, but for some reason, you don’t believe it.   Um, you live dangerously.  And you’ve been through tragedy.  More than once.  Oh, and you carry a heavy burden on your shoulders.”

“You can tell all that from a palm?”   To his credit, he looks amazed.

“Not really, I’m just selling snake-oil.  Simple parlor tricks.”  Flashing him a grin, you release his hand.

He laughs, a deep and genuine laugh.  You get the feeling it’s not a sound that many people get to hear.  “You conned a con.  Well done.”

“How about another round?” you ask just before his phone begins to ring in his pocket.  Nodding at you, he stands and steps away from the bar to take the call.  Watching the handsome man as you crack open another beer for him, you can’t help but wonder what his life is like.  So much sorrow, so much peril.  That was no trick, you can practically feel it radiating of him.  Finishing his call, he slips his phone back into his pocket and pulls out his wallet.

“No, this one’s on me,” you refuse him.  

“Thanks, sweetheart. Sorry, but I gotta go.  Work thing.  Listen, (Y/N), it was nice meeting.  You take care, all right?”

“Will do, Dean.”  As his broad shoulders walk away from you, a chill passes over you.  Something dark, sinister.  “Dean?” He turns to look at you.  “I don’t know where it is your going, but you need to be careful.”

His eyes widen in surprise. “What does that mean?”

“Call it a hunch.  Or womanly intuition.  Just…just watch your back, okay?”

Standing frozen for a moment, he considers your words.  “Okay,” he agrees before walking out the door.

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[Mark] Teacher's Pet (Chapter 54)

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I wake up warm. Too warm. Mark Tuan warm. He’s sprawled out on top of me, on my side of the bed, threatening to make me fall at any moment. His head rests on my breasts, his arm and his leg swung over me and dangling off the high bed. He’s so needy, I love it. I run my hand down his cheek and he yawns carelessly. I cover his mouth for him, and when he bites my middle finger I know he’s awake.

“Good morning.” I giggle. He kisses the palm of my hand and looks up at me, sleepy brown eyes squinting at me and overlong hair hiding his eyebrows.

“Hi, little lady.” He croaks, giving me a sleepy smile.

“You really need to learn to stay in a spooning position during the night. You always end up all over me.” I murmur, and he nuzzles my breasts, groaning, telling me he’s not interested. He sighs against my skin, and his hot breath almost makes me sweat.

“You’re too warm, man.” I whine, pushing him away. He rolls onto his back in a loud, dramatic and desperate cry, but I ignore him. I place my head on his shoulder and caress his bare chest up and down, feeling his warm, warm skin.

“What are we doing today?” I ask him,my hand traveling lower, attracted by this familiar spot on his body that I love to feel. “We’re seeing your friend right?”

“I canceled.” He says simply as I slip my hand in the waistband of his boxers, starting to play with the curls of his public hairs.

“Why?” I ask him.

“I want to spend the day with you. Just you and me, à deux.” He explains, and I immediately understand it’s because he wants to keep me for himself after our terrible fight. I would protest, but I want him for myself too. “We’ll see Alex tomorrow.” He adds.

“Okay.” I agree, my fingers drawing all kinds of patterns in his stubble of hair.

“So, where are we going?” I ask him.

“To the zoo.” He says.

“The zoo?” I can’t hide the excitement and the surprise in my voice. Mark Tuan in a zoo, how precious!

“It’s a big park and a zoo. It’s called Le Parc De La Tête D'or. We can picnic there.” He says casually. I love how knowledgeable he is, but then it mostly must be because he’s been there before. With that woman.

“Did you do that with Olivia?” I ask quietly.

“Why do you bring her up?” He snaps, and my fingers stop moving. When I look up at him his eyes are closed, and he’s probably canalizing his frustration. When he opens them, they are soft.

“We went there, yes, but we didn’t stay long. She was moody and hated the sun that day. A real pain in the ass.” He says. I hum quietly and look back at my fingers which are now moving again in a big circle inside his boxers.

“Look at me.” He demands, and I obey.

“Don’t sour your mood with her. I told you, she’s old news, it’s just me and you.” He says softly. “Kiss me.”

I tilt my head up and he lowers his face to mine, puckering his lips, and right before out lips touch, he spits air on my face.

“Fucker!” I insult him, and he chuckles, all smug and happy with himself.

“Watch you mouth.” He says, bringing his hands under my ribcage and pressing his fingers.

“No!” I squeal, and he laughs with wicked delight, grabbing me with both hands and manoeuvring me on his lap, all while tickling me everywhere.

“No, Mark! Stop!” I scream through my uncontrolled giggles. He doesn’t, and keeps tickling my sides, thwarting all my attempts to push him away.

“Please! Stop!”

Suddenly he grabs me by my hair and yanks me towards him, crashing my lips onto his. He kisses me hard and wet, his tongue invading and possessing me instantly, his hands fisted in my hair and holding me close. I moan, bewitched my his expert tongue. My own grows greedy and needy, meeting him, pulling him in a sensual dance. Mark growls low in his throat and pulls my face even closer, opening his mouth wide for me to devour, and I do, helping myself to the sweetest taste I know, his mouth, his tongue. Mmmmmh….  When he tugs at my hair and tears our mouths apart, I smirk in triumph. He’s breathless and turned on, because of me.

“Damn you, little lady, you can kiss.” He says appreciatively. I smile wickedly and lean in, but he grabs my jaw and stops me before our lips touch.

“I want to run tonight.” He says.


“Let’s go for a run tonight. I want you to see Lyon in the night.” He says. A run? He wants to work out? I’d like to see Lyon in the night, I can see it because of the view our suite offers, but we still haven’t been out during the night. And we’ve never worked out together. But suddenly it occurs me.

“I don’t have any sports clothes.” I reply.

“We can buy some.” He says. I make an unsure grimace and crinkle my nose. I’m not sure I want to spend my money in French sportswear, as French as it is.

“You pay.” I propose, knowing it would arrange the both of us. The smile he gives me almost makes me blind.

“Of course.” He says, sitting up before looming over me, making me fall back onto the bed. His lips find mine, and it’s his turn to take my breath away.


Mark and I lay under the sun of Lyon in this huge park with animals and a lake. We’re sprawled out across a piece of grass, all full from our picnic. As always, my mind vagabonds on what we’ve done today and how Mark has been. Perfect. Mark has been perfect. He’s been smiley and happy and laid back, maybe because I really stayed stuck to his side. It’s a normal touristic day, nothing like yesterday.

“Can I ask you something?” I ask my man who’s laying next to me, his head on my shoulder and his arm swung over me.


“Seeing how…sensitive, you are when I’m concerned. I can hardly believe you’ve weren’t like this before.” I say.

“That’s because you don’t know how I was before.” He replies.“I was very, very quiet, very discreet.” He says. That’s what I don’t understand. I can understand changing a little bit, but being the complete opposite of what we were before seems impossible to me. He couldn’t be that quiet or that discreet or that detached, he must have worried, even a little bit.

“See I’ve never really got to discover my personality. I was too busy trying to please my father, and after all this time of pushing it back I kind of lost it. I was…bland.” He explains.

“Then I met this girl, who makes me feel all kinds of emotions.” He looks up at me, bright brown eyes twinkling, and I grin. “And I discovered that I was very jealous, very possessive, and very needy.” He says. I frown a little at his choice of words. He is all of that, but not only.

“And very caring and thoughtful, and very loving.” I add.

“I do my best to be that.” He murmurs. I have to refrain a shocked gasp. Just how lowly does he think of himself?

“You are all of that. You love me, and I know it because you show it to me in many ways.” I murmur, wanting him to understand. He just gazes at me and says nothing.“You’re worthy, Mark, you need to understand that.” I run my fingers in his overlong hair affectionately.

“Maybe one day.”


It’s eleven in the evening when Mark and I leave the hotel to run. I follow him dutifully, enjoying the passing landscape. Once we reach the river we walk down the stairs to join the bank. In front of us lies the Rhone, it’s banks lighted up by street lamps. I can’t see the end of it, it’s like a snake of light with curves. “Wow.” I whisper at the sight. “Breathtaking, isn’t it?” Mark is smiling proudly next to me. “Yes.” I reply. “Stretch.” He orders, already beginning to stretch himself. “I’m good.” I reply. I’m naturally very flexible, so I have to stretch very hard to feel anything. I’d have to get in a scorpion pose or do the facial splits. “Stretch, Abby.” He admonishes. “I’m too flexible to stretch.” I explain. “I don’t care. Stretch.” He says sternly. I roll my eyes at him, honestly, but obey, stretching my legs, my arm, and doing the facial split so I won’t lose it with time. Teasing him, I bend over in front of him, feigning stretching and wriggle my butt a little. He bites my behind. “Ow!” I yelp, whirling around and glaring at him. He raises an eyebrow at me in a you-looked-for-it way. Ignoring me, he goes back to his stretching, trying to touch his toes. He doesn’t even reach his ankles though, and that makes me frown. Walking around him, I place my hands on his back and push down.

“Aaaaah!” He screams in pain.

“Ha!” I laugh, letting him go immediately. I didn’t know he was so stiff. I giggle as he painfully straightens, holding the base of his spine.

“Go easy on your old man.” He moans, turning to me. I laugh myself at him, still giggle hysterically.

“My old man.” I say before trapping his lips between mine, brushing my tongue on the inside of his lower lip. I wrap my arms around him and he places his hands on my behind. I push my tongue inside his mouth, and he groans.

“Oh, no, baby. You’re not distracting me now.” He says sternly, pulling away from me. I pout at the missed opportunity to touch him, but he ignores me.

“Let’s go.” He says, and starts running off, way too fast.

“Hey!” I call in panic, and he laughs, slowing down and letting me catch up with him. As we run together in silence, my thoughts diverge to today and how sweet and Mark has been. I wish he was always like this, it would save us the fights and hurting each other. It’s still hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that none of us has been in a real relationship before, but it’s a fact, everything is new to us. Mark is discovering himself, and he’s not sure to like who he really is, surely explains why he has such a bad opinion of himself. And me, on the, other side, I love every aspect of his personality, even the bad ones. All we need is communication. Mark hasn’t changed his priorities, he wants to spoil me and keep me close, but we compromise. We’re good when we’re compromising, look how peaceful today was.

Idly, I wonder if we’ll have to fight each time Mark tries to set a rule or something. I’d rather we didn’t, because it’s painful and trying, but it seems to be the only way for us to get on the same page.

I’m starting to struggle and regret not having worked out since the cheer showcase when Mark suddenly climbs the stairs that lead up to the street. He stops when he reaches the top, a few steps before me, his hands on his hips and even though I’m just seeing his back I know he’s proud of something. When I reach the top at my turn, my jaw drops. A kilometer ahead in front of us the Confluence is shining bright, the outline of its contemporary design showcased by big spotlights on the ground.

“Wow.” I whisper, mesmerized. This is even more beautiful than the Eiffel tower in the night, its yar. I take a look at my surroundings, the Rhône is a river of light, everything is shiny and beautiful.

“How’s that?” Mark asks as I take a few steps forward, admiring everything I see.

“Definitely worth the effort.” I pant. I still haven’t been able to catch my breath, and this amazing landscape won’t help. My eyes wander on every building, every light, every image, hungry to see everything there is to see.

“I love this city.” I say, because it’s true. I feel a little pang of disappointment knowing tomorrow is our last day in Lyon. I turn to my man, the one who made all of this possible. He’s watching me with a smug smile, his hands on his hip. Strolling over to him, I wrap my arms around his neck.

“Thank you for bringing me here. You’re the best boyfriend ever, I swear.” I say before kissing him tenderly.

“We aim to please.” He mumbles against my lips, and I feel his shy smile. He wraps his arms around me and showers my face with kisses.

“I’m sweaty.” I whine when he kisses me in the neck, where my sweat is still dampening my skin.

“Mmmmm.” He says appreciatively, licking me up to my earlobe. Tingles travel to my core.

“Let’s head back.” He says, breaking away from me.

“I need to post this on Instagram.” I say, fishing my phone out of my pocket. Turning away from him, I snap a picture of the Confluence, then one of the Rhône. Mark places his chin on my shoulder as I snap one last picture, and I turn to the front camera to take a selfie. We both smile to the camera and I quickly immortalize the moment.

It’s midnight when we reach the elevator of the hotel. I’m dying, sweating and panting, Mark less so, calmly catching his breath. Once again he pulls me to him and kisses me everywhere, licking my sweat off.

“Mmmm. Sweaty Abby.” He says, licking his way up my neck before kissing me below my ear. I sigh, enjoying his precious touch. The elevator comes to a halt and Mark and I walk out of it. Once we’re inside our luxurious suite, I seek for a bottle of water and find one in the the mini fridge in the living room. I start gulping it down. Mark watches me, not thirsty.

“I know you’re tired, but I want to try something.” He says, his eyes blazing. He has a idea he’s excited about. It piques my interest.

“Exploring. Remember?” He says before starting to chew on his bottom lip. I bring my bottle down and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I remember when he talked about exploring. He was talking about sex. He wants to have sex, but I’m not sure what he means by exploring.

“Yes.” I murmur. He releases his lip.

“Are you up for something different?” He asks, his eyes twinkling. He radiates with sexiness and mystery, and it’s intoxicating, bewitching. I swallow.

“What is it?” I ask him. Without a word, he takes my bottle from my hands and drops it on the table. Then he puts his hands on my hips and pulls me to him, his proximity making my head dizzy. My breathing heaves. What is happening to me? It’s his proximity, the taciturn promise of his proposition, I can’t think straight.

“Do you trust me?” He asks softly. Oh, this is going to be special. He reaches up and unzips my jacket.

“Yes. Always.” I breathe. He pushes the fabric off my shoulders and I’m left in my leggings, my sports bra and my trainers. He drops a soft kiss on my lips.

“Good. Come.” He says, takes my hand and leads me to the bed.

“Lie down.” He orders, and I obey, without taking my shoes off. He hovers on top of me, his knees on each side of me and his hands on each side of my head. He kisses me passionately, taking possession of my mouth with his tongue, for a long moment, and I’m impatient, already squirming in apprehension of what he’s going to do.

His lips move from mine to my ear, and he draws a path of kisses from there to my shoulder, then gingerly, he pulls my chocker down with his teeth and touches my scar very lightly with his tongue. I shiver, the unexpected lightness and delicateness of his touch making me fuzzy inside. My chest rises and falls as my breathing heaves, pushing my breasts up each time I breath in. Mark bites them in turn, his tongue tracing the outline of my sports bra.

He kisses his way down my stomach, stops at my navel and moves so his at my feet’s level. I tense, realizing he’s going to take my shoes off. We’ve been running, my feet will stink. He grabs my ankle.

“Wait.” I say hurriedly, propping myself on my elbows, and he looks up at me. I can feel my face heat up a second. I can’t tell him why I’m stopping him now. Do I tell him my feet might stink? Won’t it kill the moment?

“You want to stop?” He asks wearily.

“No.” My answer is immediate and rushed, almost desperate. He smirks.

“Then you don’t get to say anything.” He says before removing my shoes. I fall back onto the bed, throwing my arm over my eyes and accepting my fate, accepting the idea of him stopping everything because of the smell.

He removes my socks, then I’m aware my left foot is lifted in the air, and something wet touches the underside of my big toe. Unexpected tingles travel up my legs to my core. I remove my arm from my eye and look at my feet, and Mark gently bites on the same spot. I feel it, there it my groin, it’s good, it tingles. Mark locks his eyes with mine.

“You need to understand I’m not bothered by anything when it comes to you. I love you from head to toe.” After his last word kisses my big toe, all while looking at me. I moan.

Letting my foot go, he leans in and trails kisses along the waistband of my Adidas leggings, hooking his fingers in it. I have to refrain myself from thrusting in his face, but god knows I want to. I feel this strong heat between my thighs, and it needs friction, it needs him. Slowly, he drags them down along with my panties, kissing me down my leg at the same time until they’re on the floor. Then he proceeds to take my sports bra off, and I am naked under him while he’s still fully clothed. He places his hands on either side of my cribbage, just under my breasts, the line of his forefingers and his thumbs tracing the roundness of them. They feel heavy, and I know it’s because I want him to touch them. I want him to touch my breasts and I want his mouth on my nipples.

He runs his nose down my neck, his stubble scratchy against my skin, travels down between my breasts, his hairs teasing me. He continues his tortuous path, dipping his tongue in my belly button, making me shiver

“Please.” I beg.

“Please, what?” He asks, swirling his tongue around my scar. I whimper.

“Please, touch me.” I plead, and he gets off me.

“Up.” He orders. When I sit up and look at him, he’s standing behind the edge of the bed.

“Come here.” He orders, and I crawl to him. “Turn around.”

I find myself kneeling on the bed, my feet dangling off the edge, and Mark is standing behind me. Smoothing my hair out of his way he unclasps my chocker and lets it fall onto the floor, and now I am totally naked, and wanting.

“Part your knees.” He says into my ear, placing his hands on my hips. I obey. Is he going to touch me now? I’m too hot, the warmth of my arousal radiates throughout my whole body and makes me feverish.

“More.” He says, pushing his groin against me, making me feel his erection. I part my knees some more. “Perfect.” He compliments. One hand travels from my hip to my sex, his fingers caressing my folds. His middle finger finds my clitoris, and he moves in circles, trailing kisses from my shoulder to my ear. I mewl, submitting instantly, throwing my head back against his shoulder as he tortures me.

He hums in approval, nibbling at my ear, and his fingers move even further, finding my entrance. I writhe as he circles his fingers around my opening, teasing me. His other hand finds my breast, and his fingers take care of my needy nipple, caressing it lightly. He presses the heel of his hand onto my groin and I moan,  grinding down onto his hand.

“I want you to do the splits on the edge of the bed.” He murmurs, biting my earlobe and tugging hard.

“The splits?” I gasp, not at the originality of his demand, but at the stab of pleasure I feel deep down inside.

“Yes.” He says, parting my folds with his fingers. He takes my clitoris between his fingers and tugs.

“Mm! Facial?” I pant. He does it again, harder, and I cry out.

“Exactly.” He slips a finger inside of me.

“Please.” I moan, riding his hand desperately.

“Soon, baby. Do it.” He says, and withdraws his finger from me, his hands leaving my body. I groan, frustrated, and now that I’m pulled out of my trance I realize what he’s just asked me to do. He wants me to do the splits on the bed? There’s no other word than ‘weird’ to qualify this. It’s just weird, plain weird, but he’s going to do something sexual to me, and right now, I’m aching, I’ll do anything to have his hands on me. I obey without struggling and do the facial splits, my legs tracing the line of the bed. Vaguely, I’m aware that Mark is taking his clothes off.

“Lie down.” He orders softly, and I obey, laying on my front but keeping my legs parted. As I do, my butt rises, and I feel cold air on my sex. I’m exposed, completely exposed. Lord almighty. I’m struck by a thunder of lust.

“You get the idea now?” Mark asks, placing his hands on my behind. He leans over me, his erection straining against my core, and his lips brush against my ear. He takes my earlobe between his teeth and tugs hard.

“Yes.” I sigh, closing my eyes.

“I got it when you did the splits earlier. Imagined you like this.” He murmurs, his hands caressing my backside. He parts my butt cheeks with his thumbs and thrusts his erection against my sex, rubbing all the right places. I moan. This is so strange…

“How do you feel?” He asks softly. I open my eyes. What? Then I realize asking is a good thing. We’re exploring after all, and we’re two, we have to be on the same page. And it gives me an occasion to run through my feelings, because I’m unsure myself. Mark trails kisses from my ear to my shoulder.

“Exposed.” I breathe, and feel his smirk against my skin. He kisses each of my shoulder blades.

“And, what else?” He asks. I frown. What else? What else… Well, I’m naked, doing a facial split in front of my man, my behind and my sex all up in his face, and I have no idea what exactly he’s going to do. There are so much possibilities. In fact, the only thing I’m sure of is that he wants to bring me pleasure before all. Fucking hell. This is thrilling. I squirm as some kind of inward wave runs down my body, and I feel it in my center, I’m getting more and more moist.

“I’m excited.” My voice is not louder than a whisper.

“What did you say?” He asks, kissing the back of my neck. Very slowly, he circles his hips against me, his erection tracing a small circle.

“Anh…” I mewl. Mark runs his nose down the curve behind my ear.

“I’m not sure I heard you.” He teases, his tongue tracing the outline of my ear.

“I’m excited.” I whimper. Mark kisses me down my spine and pulls away from me.

“That you are.” He says appreciatively, his voice low. I’m such a mess. Releasing one of my butt cheeks, he cups my sex with a hand, his thumb skimming over my clitoris. I start to pant.

“You’re really wet, Abby.” He murmurs, his thumb moving slowly, seductively against my clitoris.

“Yes.” I whisper.

“It turns you on, doesn’t it?” He muses, leaning over me again. I feel his breath in my neck.

“Yes.” I repeat.

“You like being like this, don’t you?” He murmurs into my ear, never stopping his torture.

“Yes.” I moan. Damn, this man could literally word-fuck me and make me come.

“So responsive.” Mark says, tearing himself off me and removing his hand, leaving me panting and wanting. When I feel his hot breath against my sex, I understand he’s crouched down. I turn crimson. I’m all up in his face. I feel this familiar hot wave, and feel my arousal dripping. Shit, shit, shit.

“Do you feel the drops, baby?” He kisses one drop of my arousal. I moan. “Do you feel it, baby? You’re loving this.” He murmurs, licking my thigh and stopping right before my sex.

“Please.” I beg.

“Tell me.”

“Yes. I love this. I want more.” I sob desperately. Mark’s had find my sex again and he strokes me tentatively, spread my wetness everywhere on me. His thumb skims over my second hole, circling and spreading my arousal around it. I tense up. That’s what he wanted? Shit.

“Don’t panic, I’m not going to take you like this.” He says, sensing my distress, I relax a little.

“But when you’re ready, I want this too.” He says before kissing each of my butt cheeks. When I’m ready? Do I even want to try? He circles his thumb around my backside again, with more pressure this time. An unexpected and unwanted moan escapes me.

“Mmmm.” Mark says appreciatively while I start blushing. Damn…that felt good. “I’ll keep that reaction in mind.” He says before his mouth hovers over my sex.

“Mark.” I moan as he traps my clitoris between his lips and tugs. He does it again and again, sucks and tugs and licks me the earnest. I want to move, grind against his mouth, but his hands hold me down on the bed and I’m trapped, forced to endure his sweet torture. I can feel myself throbbing with each of my heartbeat, my sex burning with pleasure. All my nerve endings are stimulated, sending strong waves of pleasure to the apex of my sex. He pushes his tongue inside of me.

“Aaaah!” I cry, my fists balling around the bedsheets. He moves it in circles, slowly, tortuously, taking his time while I’m falling apart. One of his thumb find my anus again, circling gently, and the pleasure makes my eyes roll back. I bury my face in the mattress, smothering a desperate whimper and hiding myself. From who? I don’t know. I feel embarrassed, ashamed even to love this so much. I lift my butt but Mark pins me back down with his hands.

“Oh, please.” I groan. I need to move, I’m not sure why, but I really need to. His tongue moves in circles, his thumb too, applying more pressure each time, and I’m a moaning mess, shaking and writhing on the bed. Mark pulls his tongue out of me and removes his thumb from were it was, and I can’t help it, I sob at the loss. I’m so fucked up.

Mark parts my cheeks wide and his tongue finds my backside.

“Fuuuuck!” I pull on the bedsheets, the sensation threatening to make me convulse. He’s licking me there! And it feels incredibly intensely good. He moves his tongue in circles, round and round, fast and hungry, and I have to remove my face from against the mattress, gasping for air. I yell, loudly, racing towards my release.

Mark stops abruptly, leaving me panting and wanting and needing and twitching.

“Please, Mark.” I beg. Oh, I’ll go in hell for begging for this, but I can’t refrain myself.

“You are so beautiful.” He murmurs, kissing me up my spine until he’s at my shoulder.

“Please.” I pant. “Please, I want to come.”

“And you will.” He says reassuringly, his teeth grazing my earlobe.

“Now.” I whimper, frustrated. I felt it, that orgasm could have been one of the bests I’ve had so far, and I’m frustrated over that missed opportunity.

“No, not now.” He kisses his way back down.

“Why?” I groan.

“Because.” He says simply, and thrusts his middle two fingers inside of me.

“Mark, please!” I cry out.

“Shhh.” He soothes, thrusting his fingers  in and out of me at a slow pace. I’m panting, tired of all this stimulation.

“Faster.” I beg, desperate for release. He complies, speeding up considerably, and his thumb finds this new erogenous zone of mine again.

“Oooooh!” I cry.

“That’s it, baby. Let go” He groans, and his words are my undoing. I detonate around him, screaming his name and letting my orgasmic wave wash over me, ravaging me. I shake, pulling on the bedsheets and burying my face in the mattress. Mark removes his fingers from me and before I know it, He’s slamming into me.

“Ah!” I cry out. “Wait.” I breathe.

“You okay?” His voice is strained.

“Just give me two seconds.” I pant. I take time to catch my breath and accommodate to the sensation while Mark’s thumbs draw circles on my lower back. He leans down and kisses me down my spine, then up again. Soon I find this familiar fullness. Mmmm…

“I’m good.” I breathe. Mark withdraws from me, then enters me back slowly, dragging a long moan from the back of my throat. He pulls out again, then slams back inside of me.

“Ah!” I cry.

“Relax.” He says, thrusting languorously. I’m nit sure what he means by that, but I close my eyes and let my body feel and relish.

“Yes, like this.” He says appreciatively, and he picks up pace, starting a fast, punishing rhythm, and all my nerves scream in ecstasy.

“Fuck!” I moan as he pounds on, rough and aggressive, each thrust making me jolt forward. I can here the wet noises of my sex each time he thrusts, the sounds himself reminding me how much I’m loving this, how much I want this.

“So.Fucking. Wet.” Mark grunts into my ear, emphasizing each of his words with a violent thrust of his. My eyes roll back. I’m gone, too far from reality. My mouth hangs open but no sound come out, and I am stiff, each of my muscles clenching. I can feel my face becoming red as air starts to miss, but I can’t get myself to breathe, my whole body consumed by pleasure. I’m silent and stiff but inside I’m screaming and wild. My inside are ravaged, devastated by his hammering.

“So wet for me. You feel so good, baby.” He moans, letting his body fall on my back, his laboured breath in my ear as he snakes his hand under me, his fingers finding my clitoris. No! My body finally reacting, I start to pant, lifting my butt so he won’t touch me, but I’m quickly thwarted by his weight. He holds me stilling, curling his hips and rubbing my clitoris, destroying me.

“Fuck, yes!” I sob. I know I’m helpless, I can’t escape this, so I surrender to him. The sensations seem to be crossing the blurred line between pleasure and pain. I’m not sure what it is anymore. It surely is intense because it brings stinging tears to my eyes, and it surely is pain because I want it to stop, but it surely is pleasure because at the same time I don’t want it to stop.

“Fuuuuck! Oh, Mark!” I yell before burying my face back in the mattress, smothering my sobs. I’m crying, out of pleasure, despair, need, love, satisfaction, and more emotions, a mix that makes my bones shake. Mark’s fingers move relentlessly against my clitoris, his hips frantic and fast against me.

“Come on, Abby! Give it to me.” He shouts, tugging at my clitoris, hitting my undoing point and triggering what has to the strongest orgasm I’ve ever felt. I feel a strong, devastating wave of electricity, and then it all happens to fast for me to register. I’m vaguely aware that I’m screaming, but I’m too consumed to analyze further.

When I come to my senses, Mark is smoothly thrusting in and out of me, easing both if us down, and I am full of his semen.

“Jesus, Abby.” He sighs as he pulls out of me. I move so my cheek is against the mattress and open my eyes, finding Mark gazing down at me.

“Hi, there.” He smiles down to me, his eyes soft and twinkling. My man.

“Hi.” My lips quirk. He brushes my hair out of my face and kisses my cheek.

“How was that?” He asks softly, nipping at my ear.

“Fucking amazing.” I sigh, and I feel his smile against my skin. I feel exhausted and sleepy now, but I can’t fall asleep in this position. Painfully, I move to curl myself into a ball.

“We both need a shower.” Mark says. Oh, I know, but right now I can’t move.

“Come here.” Mark orders softly, but I don’t reply, and I don’t try to obey. I’m too sleepy. My body is limp and heavy,  but Mark picks me up effortlessly, swinging my arms around his neck and holding my thighs against his hip. The only help I give him is clinging to him, nuzzling his neck. Mark carries me to the bathroom, opens the shower and lets the water run down, all of this with one hand. Then he steps into the shower with me in his arms, and the hot water cascades over the both of us. Mmm…

“You have to get off me if you want to shower.” Mark says.



“No.” I groan, serious. I’m not going to move, I am truly exhausted and way to comfy wrapped around him. He sighs, but I think he’s slightly amused.

“Wrap your legs around me.” He orders. Okay, that I will do, but nothing more. As I do so, he wraps an arm around my waist and raises his knee to my butt so I am sitting on his thigh and he can free an arm. I hear him struggle with a couple of bottles, but I’m too tired to care. Then his knee is gone and he slowly slides down the wall of the shower to sit on the floor, me in his lap. Then he starts washing me with the body wash, thoroughly, everywhere. He also shampoos my hair while I make no effort to help him, his soft touch lulling me to sleep. He washes himself too, I think. Then he just hold me for a moment, silent, his hand caressing my back.

“My kinky little lady.” He murmurs appreciatively before kissing my shoulder. Kinky. The word makes me uncomfortable, bringing me back to what happened in the bed.

“Don’t call me that.” I mutter, embarrassed. This time it’s not lust-filled embarrassment, it’s shame. I realize it just now, now that I’m not turned on and hungry, what I’ve asked him to do, what I loved him to do.

“Why?” He asks.

“Because.” I mutter. I know he knows what’s going on, and he’s going to ask me to talk. I don’t want to.

“Look at me.” He demands.


“Look at me, Abigail.” He orders, and when I refuse to obey, he grabs me by my hair and forces me to look at him.

“What are you ashamed of?” He asks, staring into my eyes.

“You know what I’m ashamed of.” I reply.

“Being kinky?” He asks. I look down at the tiles of the shower, the word making me uncomfortable. He grabs my chin and tilts me head back.

“You think I’m judging you?” He asks.

“No.” I reply, because it’s true. If he was judging me, he wouldn’t have done this.

“Then who could judge you?” He asks. “It’s just me and you. No one knows what we do.” He says. I shrug. He’s right, no one has to know except us, and him, well, he’s willing.

“Don’t be embarrassed about your kinks and fantasies, you have a kinky partner with you, and that’s all that matters.” He says softy.

“You’re kinky?” I raise my eyebrows at him. He rolls his eyes.

“Baby, I licked your asshole, that’s no vanilla shit.” He says, and I have to laugh.

“Watch you language.” I scold, burying my face in his neck once more. He chuckles.

“Come, my kinky little lady. Let’s dry your hair.” He says, lifting us both off the floor. He turns the water off and walks of the shower, dropping my wet and naked behind next to the sink. He grabs a bath rob and puts it on me, closing it with the leash. I rub my sleepy eyes with the heels of my hands, wanting to go to bed. He grabs a towel and starts drying my hair with it, the movements of his hands massaging my skull and making me drift off. Then turns my hairdryer on, the noise definitely keeping me awake as he finishes drying my hair. Once he’s done he stands in front of me, between my parted legs. Using this holy moment of silence, I place my head on his shoulder and drift off instantly.


Living in a relatively cold and wet part of the country conditioned you to wearing pretty conservative looking clothes. You weren’t a prude, just cold.

It wasn’t until hunting became a part of your life that you ever had cause to travel. And of course, when you went you took with you all of your jeans and leggings. Not a single pair of shorts. You hadn’t really needed any so far, as it was fall and winter your first six months of hunting with the famous Winchesters. But now, Southern California in late May a wardrobe change was a definite necessity.

“Where are you going?” Sam asked his brother as he grabbed the keys.

“Out,” Dean replied frustratedly. You felt a little guilty but you got up and grabbed your wallet and put on your flip flops.

“And where are you going?” Sam cried in an exasperated tone.

“I’m sorry Sam, but I have to go to the thrift store across the street. I’m going to get cooked if I wear these winter clothes any longer,”

“Ugh! Fine fine, go ahead,” he turned back to the ancient book he was combing over.

“Come on Sammy, if I don’t do this I’ll get heat stroke and die. I’ll bring something home for you… What do you want?” You offered.

“Just stop by the grocery store, pick up some stuff for Dean he’s gonna have one hell of a hang over tomorrow,”

“I’m not worried about Dean just now. I asked what you want,”

He smiled at you, clearly appreciative of your kindness. “Alright, when you get the groceries tonight can you see what kind of fruit they have? Something nice a fresh. I’m sick of fast food,”

“Sure, I can do that,” you say running a hand through his long hair. You kiss his forehead and leave without another word.It’s funny, both Sam and Dean think you like the other one. Sam liked you back, but Dean just loves you like family. Neither of them have figured out who you like, so you have fun gently teasing both.

You crossed the street and went into the thrift shop going straight for the ladies section in your size.After an hour of browsing, trying on, and exchanging you had 6 new pairs of shorts, some tank tops, flip flops, and a new sun dress.

You took your bag of clothes with you to the little supermarket to buy all the stuff to make dinner and for road snacks and the fruit for Sam.

You couldn’t help but look at yourself in the reflection of the window. Your new shorts looked very good on you, you liked how your legs looked.

When you opened the door to the motel room that evening, Dean was already koncked out on one bed. Sam was sat down on the couch, rubbing his temple.

“Hi Sam,” you whispered, you didn’t want to wake Dean. Sam got up to help you with the bags, he didn’t notice your new look just yet. When he set everything down on the table, he looked at you then stopped and gaped at your transformation. You were always beautiful, but now you looked cute and summery.

“Wow (y/n), you- you look fantastic,” he got out.

You blushed, and began pulling out the ingredients you bought for dinner. “Thank you,”

“Feel better?” He asked regaining himself.

“Yeah, it’s freeing. I like it,” you replied, setting a pan on the stove.

“Well, ya look great,” he said as you began chopping onions.

“Dear god, just kiss her already,” came a surely voice.

“Dean?” You asked, looking behind you. Dean had propped himself up on his elbows so he could see what was going on.

“For the love of God, Sam. Kiss her,” he garbled on his words.

“I… Ugh…”

“Oh come on. You two are such infants. You love each other. Mush your lips together and admit it already,” Dean flopped back onto the pillow.

You laughed out loud at his mumbling. And then turned to Sam,

“we don’t have to if you don-mrf”

Sam pressed you against the counter firmly but in a gentle manner. You melted into the kiss this is what you had wanted.

You pulled away, and held the back of his neck with one hand. “If this is what I get for wearing shorts, I should have made the switch a long time ago,”

Sam laughed and kissed you again.

Dean rolled over and shouted “Finally!” Into his pillow.

Uterus Troubles

REQUEST: Could you write one where y/n is on her period and dan cheers her up and it’s really fluffy? Thanks a lot xx


“Uggggh,” you groan, clutching your stomach and wincing. You feel like someone is scraping out your insides. “Hey Dan,” you call softly, hoping that he hears you from the computer room where he’s working on a new video. You hate to bother him but you can’t move or take the pain anymore.

“Yeah?” You hear him call back.

“Will you come here for a second?”

“Yeah just give me a bit,” he responds and you nod even though you know he can’t see you. You just don’t feel like you have the energy to yell back just an ‘okay.’

After a few minutes Dan finally makes it into the bedroom where he finds you crumpled up on the bed with your eyes squeezed shut. “Oh geez, babe. Are you okay?” He asks. You shake your head slightly. “What is it?”

“My uterus is trying to kill me,” you whine.

“Oh. Um. Is there anything I can do?”

“Will you bring me some Advil, some decaf hot tea, and a heating pad?”

“Do we have a heating pad?” He asks.

You nod. “In the storage closet.”

You hear him stroll over to the side of the bed and feel his lips on your damp forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

Soon your boyfriend returns, saying “okay I’ve gotten everything.” You feel the edge of the bed move and you open your eyes to find that he has taken a seat beside you on the bed as is holding out the Advil and the tea.

“Thank you,” you say softly, taking the medicine and washing it down with the tea. Dan merely smiles sadly and grabs the heating pad and lays it gently over your stomach.

“I hate seeing you like this,” he says, brushing your hair lightly out of your face. “I wish there was something I could do to help.”

You give him a soft smile, reaching out and taking his hand in yours. “You are helping.”

He sighs slightly. “I guess. I just wish I could do more.”

You bring your hands up and kiss his knuckles. “You’re doing all you can and I appreciate it. I love you.”

His lips press into a tight smile, but his eyes are still lined with worry. “You’re so pale.”

“There’s no blood for my face when it’s all falling out of my vagina,” you say bitterly.

Dan squinches up his face, exclaiming, “Ew gross.”

You chuckle, apologizing, “I’m sorry. That was gross. I’m just cranky.”

He cups your face in one large hand, rubbing his thumb against your cheekbone. “I would be too if my uterus was trying to kill me,” he says with a slight smile. “Are you sure there’s nothing more I can do?”

You reach up and place your hand over his, lacing your fingers together. “Will you lay with me for a bit? I know you’re busy with your video but-” you were about to say ‘just until I feel better’ but Dan cuts you off.

“Absolutely. My video can wait. My girlfriend is more important right now,” he says, crawling onto the bed beside you. He holds his arm out and you lift your head to settle onto his shoulder so he can wrap his long arm around you.

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Hey, can you do Harry, Ron and Hermione riding the skeeter's article?

“I mean, you’ve got to admit that that was an excellent catch,” Ron said, still raving about the match several hours later much to Hermione’s amused exasperation. “The Brazilian team were better overall, I thought, but you’ve gotta admit, he’s still got it, old Krum.”

“‘Old Krum’?” Hermione laughed. “He’s only three years older than you!”

“More like four. He’s a September birthday, and I’m March, so…” Ron shrugged. “But the point is: I was supporting Brazil and I think that, overall, they were the better team. But he is certainly the better Seeker.”

“The best Seeker in the world,” Hermione said, as they made their way through the crowds. 

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far,” Ron said, reaching out to steer Hugo, who had become rather entranced by a Curupira, in the right direction. “But he was better by miles than Silva. And I’d like to see him against the Arrow’s Seeker, Meddleton. He’s surely the best in the League by a country mile at the moment–not that I’ll forgive him for that match against the Canons last month…”

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Tequila Intentions

(Playlist - If you like to read with music)

“One more Y/N!” Calum slurs, sliding another tequila shot towards you. 

“I can’t Calum, I will pass out at the damn bar.” You yell back.

“Well it wouldn’t be a successful eighteenth birthday if you didn’t!”

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GOT7 Reaction: When you get a Pixie Haircut.

JB: “Has your hair always been that short?” *I think it would take JB the longest to notice your haircut, and he probably won’t have much off a reaction*

Mark: “Jagi your haircut suits you.” *He would fall in love with your short hair and he would be surprised at how well it suits you*

Jackson: “Where is your hair? Do you have cancer? Where did it all go?” *Jackson would breakdown, he loved your long hair and it would take him a while to adjust to it*

Junior: “You look cute Jagiya.” *He wouldn’t say much about the haircut he would just appreciate your beauty and would be mesmerized with the way you manage to make everything look beautiful*

Youngjae: *When you ask him if he likes your haircut* “Yes?”

Bambam: “Jagi your hair we can be twins now!”

Yugyeom: *When he sees feeling regretful about your haircut (because he didn’t seem to like it), he’ll cheer you up by showering you with compliments* 


anonymous asked:

hello!! do you think you could add miriel to the f!mu adoption post?

Miriel: The child is taller, lankier than most at the orphanage. His spectacles are just barely held together by a bandage wound round the bridge, but he manages to have a composed aura nonetheless. You’d almost think he was the child of some noble, if not for the ripped, ragged clothes he wears. He must be about nine or ten - far older than most of the children here.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” he says impassively. “You forgot this.”

Miriel turns away from the children she’d been watching with detached interest, and down at the boy. “Oh? My manuscript. I thank you, er…”

“Laurent,” he says. “It’s really no problem. Might I just say…” He pauses awkwardly and pushes up his glasses carefully by the bridge. “There’s an error on the third page. The theory of elevation was formulated during Marth’s era, not…” He flushes. “I mean no disrespect to you or your wife. I just thought you might want to rectify that error.”

Miriel looks at him in surprise. “That’s… yes, you’re right. Pray tell, how does one so young possess such knowledge?”

“I love to read,” he says, almost shyly. “And anything related to the sciences especially.”

“Laurent, correct? Laurent, how would you like to be apprenticed under me?” she asks kindly. “I would be your teacher. …And your mother.” She catches your eye and you smile.

He bows his head, but when he lifts it his eyes are shining behind his spectacles. “I would appreciate that very much.”

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request: perfect memories

~author’s note~ As requested: one year after “perfect angles” the two women are separated and moving on with their lives. Arizona has even gone as far as finding her own apartment to have a place of her own. They have both come to terms with the split and now see a future without each other.

Until they find a box full of memories.

Rated M for mature topics

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discoveringnerdum  asked:

I'm sorry you had such a bad day. Hopefully things start looking up for the both of us! I'd like to have a little insecure!Tony when Bucky comes to live in the tower. Maybe it's not all in his head, and Steve has been neglecting him a little since Bucky came back. Hurt and LOTS of comfort please! Love your stuff!!

you are having all sorts of issues :(((((( i really hope things start to work out for you.

“You’re not overreacting,” Pepper says for the third time in fifteen minutes and Tony rubs a hand through his hair, staring at her, desperately wanting to believe it. Pepper cups his cheek with one hand. “Would I lie to you, Tony?”

“No,” he says immediately. “You take great pleasure in telling me when I’m an asshole.”

Pepper tries to smother a smile. “I wouldn’t say great pleasure.”

“A modicum of pleasure. Okay.” Amazingly, that doesn’t make him feel better. “So Steve’s neglecting me because–because Barnes. What am I, a puppy?”

Pepper squeezes his hand. “No, just a sweet man with a boyfriend who’s a bit overwhelmed and needs to be reminded that he has relationships that need nurturing just as much as that one.”

“Isn’t it, like, a dick move to go to a guy and say, ‘Hey, I know your best friend you thought was dead is back and everything but I’d like to get cuddled if it’s not too much of a hassle.’”

“It’s been nearly a month,” Pepper reminds him. “You’ve been patient and gracious and it’s time for him to remember Bucky isn’t the only important person in his life.”

“Or I could just ignore it and wait for him to figure it out.”

Pepper sighs.

Tony looks down at his hands, turns over the tiny Allan wrench he’s been fiddling with. “What if he doesn’t…”

“I think he’s smarter than that,” Pepper says gently. “If not, well, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

Tony practiced it a hundred times, but his voice still wavers when he says, “Steve, we need to talk.”

Steve drops his fork, all the color going out of his face. “Tony, wait. Please. I— I know I haven’t been…easy to talk to lately, but—” He shoves his way out from behind the breakfast bar, rushing toward Tony with an intense focus Tony hasn’t seen in weeks, even if it’s now softened with pure desperation. “Please. I’m going to do better. Please don’t let it end here.”

Even though this is what he wanted, better than what he’d been hoping for, it chokes Tony up. “Yeah?” he croaks.

Very gingerly, Steve takes his hands. “Yes. I haven’t behaved fairly to you, but I’m going to change that.  I’m going to do my damndest.”

Tony laughs, a little wet, and walks forward, pressing his face into the dip of Steve’s shoulder, arms curling around Steve’s waist. Steve hugs him back, grip almost painful. “Honey, I wasn’t breaking up with you, but I’m glad to hear it.”

“You weren’t?” Steve says and sounds hopelessly confused. “That’s what always happens in the movies when people say that.”

Tony laughs until he’s hiccuping with it, his hands splaying wide over the warm muscles of Steve’s back, his mind hyper-aware of Steve’s body against his, his hands tight around Tony’s arm and waist. “You can’t believe everything you see in the movies,” he murmurs and cups Steve’s face.

Steve’s eyes move over Tony’s face like he’s committing it to memory, barely allowing himself to hope. “I’m sorry. I’ll do better.”

Tony dips his head, setting his forehead to Steve’s collarbones and he shrugs. “Good. I appreciate it.” Quieter, he says, “I missed you.”

He can feel Steve’s mouth tremble when it presses against his hair. “I love you,” he whispers.

Tony just holds him.