at this rate i am never going to watch anything new

The Last Unicorn (1982) starters.
  • ❛  I dislike the feel of these woods.  ❜
  • ❛  Unicorns? I thought they only existed in fairytales.  ❜
  • ❛  This is a forest like any other. Isn’t it ?  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s turn around. Hunt somewhere else.  ❜
  • ❛  This is no world for you.  ❜
  • ❛  Good luck to you, for you are the last.  ❜
  • ❛  What do men know ?  ❜
  • ❛  We are as old as the sky, old as the moon.  ❜
  • ❛  We can be hunted, we can be trapped, we can even be killed but we do not vanish !  ❜
  • ❛  Have you traveled very far ?  ❜
  • ❛  Be a little respectful, do you know who I am ?  ❜
  • ❛  Your name is a golden bell, hung in my heart.  ❜
  • ❛  I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.  ❜
  • ❛  In all your wanderings, have you seen others like me ?  ❜
  • ❛  Have you seen the others? Where have they gone? Tell me which way I must go to find them.  ❜
  • ❛  No, no, listen ! Don’t listen to me, listen !  ❜
  • ❛  You can find the others if you are brave.  ❜
  • ❛  What if they’re waiting for me ? In need of my help ?  ❜
  • ❛  Well hello there little one !  ❜
  • ❛  And just who might you belong to ? a pretty little thing like you ?  ❜
  • ❛  In my heart I carry such a heavy load.  ❜
  • ❛  And here I thought I’d seen the last of them !  ❜
  • ❛  I know you. If I were blind I would know what you are.  ❜
  • ❛  You wouldn’t have heard of me.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s not much of a job for a real magician, but I’ve had worse.  ❜
  • ❛  You’re mine. If you kill me, you’re still mine.  ❜
  • ❛  Your death sits in that cage and she hears you.  ❜
  • ❛  She’ll kill me one day or another, but she will remember forever that I caught her, that I held her prisoner. So there’s my immortality.  ❜
  • ❛  You were out on the road hunting for your own death !  ❜
  • ❛  He’ll not have you ! You belong to me.  ❜
  • ❛  We are two sides of the same magic.  ❜
  • ❛  You are safer here. You should thank me for protecting you.  ❜
  • ❛  There has never been a spell on me before.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s a very rare person who is taken for what he truly is.  ❜
  • ❛  Will you help me ?  ❜
  • ❛  You’re my last chance.  ❜
  • ❛  Can you truly set me free ?  ❜
  • ❛  I asked him a riddle and it always takes that lout all night to solve riddles.  ❜
  • ❛  the spell was wrong but there was true magic in it ! try again.  ❜
  • ❛  My dear you deserve the services of a great wizard but I’m afraid you’ll have to be glad of the aide of a second rate pickpocket.  ❜
  • ❛  Okay, (name), I give up. Why is a raven like a writing desk ?  ❜
  • ❛  She’ll kill you if you set her free !  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t look back, and don’t run.  ❜
  • ❛  You must never run from anything immortal, it attracts their attention.  ❜
  • ❛  She chose her death long ago. It was the fate she wanted.  ❜
  • ❛  You have no regrets as I do ?  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve never seen anyone like you. Not while I was awake, anyway.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m going where they are, to learn whatever they know.  ❜
  • ❛  Take me with you ! for luck, for laughs, for the unknown.  ❜
  • ❛  You could never have granted my true wish.  ❜
  • ❛  I cannot turn you into something you are not.  ❜
  • ❛  Hide yourself ! We’ll find each other later.  ❜
  • ❛  Mind your heads now, it’s raining ninnies !  ❜
  • ❛  Put me down you fool !  ❜
  • ❛  I don’t like the look of him.  ❜
  • ❛  That’s only (name)’s way, but she has a good heart.  ❜
  • ❛  This is not happening.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll both be gentlemen of leisure in a months time.  ❜
  • ❛  Oh, I love you.  ❜
  • ❛  She shall never have you !  ❜
  • ❛  We will perish together.  ❜
  • ❛  Did you see me ? Were you watching ?  ❜
  • ❛  Did you see what I made ?  ❜
  • ❛  It’s gone now, but I had it !  ❜
  • ❛  Where have you been ? Where have you been ! ?  ❜
  • ❛  Where were you when I was new ?  ❜
  • ❛  How dare you come to me now when I am this !  ❜
  • ❛  It’s alright, I forgive you.  ❜
  • ❛  You can’t come with us ! we’re on a quest !  ❜
  • ❛  Well, you’re going the wrong way.  ❜
  • ❛  You have all the power you need if you dare to look for it.  ❜
  • ❛  What have you done ! ?  ❜
  • ❛  The power will come to me whenever I need it, and one day! One day it will come to me when I call !  ❜
  • ❛  You are an idiot !  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t ! Don’t you hurt yourself !  ❜
  • ❛  I can feel this body dying all around me !  ❜
  • ❛  You are losing my interest, and that is very dangerous.  ❜
  • ❛  I will keep nothing near me that does not make me happy.  ❜
  • ❛  How would you know ?  ❜
  • ❛  Well, just look at you !  ❜
  • ❛  Come on, I’ll write you a reference.  ❜
  • ❛  You have let your doom in by the front door !  ❜
  • ❛  What are you looking at ?  ❜
  • ❛  What is the matter with your eyes ?  ❜
  • ❛  You may come and go as you please.  ❜
  • ❛  My secrets guard themselves, may yours do the same.  ❜
  • ❛  Please, let me help you. What can I do for you ?  ❜
  • ❛  And then she looked at me and I was sorry I had killed the thing.  ❜
  • ❛  For her sake I’ve become a hero but my great deeds mean nothing to her !  ❜
  • ❛  I wish to be whatever she has most need of.  ❜
  • ❛  You are cruel to him.  ❜
  • ❛  He only wishes you to think of him.  ❜
  • ❛  Who am I ? Why am I here ?  ❜
  • ❛  I knew a moment ago, but I have forgotten.  ❜
  • ❛  I was innocent and wise and full of pain.  ❜
  • ❛  Now that I’m a woman, everything has changed.  ❜
  • ❛  Why won’t you help me ? Why must you always speak in riddles ?  ❜
  • ❛  I would tell you what you want to know if I could.  ❜
  • ❛  I am always dreaming, even when I am awake. It is never finished.  ❜
  • ❛  I would court you with more grace if I knew how.  ❜
  • ❛  Drown out my dreams. Keep me from remembering whatever wants me to remember it.  ❜
  • ❛  Words are always getting in my way.  ❜
  • ❛  That’s all I have to tell you. That’s all I’ve got to say.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m not a man of poetry. Music isn’t one with me.  ❜
  • ❛  As if I didn’t have enough troubles.  ❜
  • ❛  Well of course you’re of noble birth, anyone could see that.  ❜
  • ❛  Love is slowing you down, my lady.  ❜
  • ❛  It was pleasant enough at first, but it died quickly.  ❜
  • ❛  There is nothing of yours that I desire.  ❜
  • ❛  There is no movement of yours that has not betrayed you.  ❜
  • ❛  I like to watch them. They fill me with joy.  ❜
  • ❛  The first time I felt it, I thought I was going to die.  ❜
  • ❛  Do you dare still pretend to be human ?  ❜
  • ❛  It makes no difference. The end will be the same. I can wait.  ❜
  • ❛  Shut up you pretentious kneecap !  ❜
  • ❛  How would you like a punch in the eye ?  ❜
  • ❛  It’s so nice to have someone to play with.  ❜
  • ❛  Try me tomorrow. Maybe I’ll tell you tomorrow.  ❜
  • ❛  Give it to me if you don’t want it but don’t throw it away !  ❜
  • ❛  Give me the wine !  ❜
  • ❛  You would have gone without me ?  ❜
  • ❛  No name you could give her would surprise or frighten me.  ❜
  • ❛  I love whom I love.  ❜
  • ❛  I will go no further.  ❜
  • ❛  Everything dies. I want to die when you die.  ❜
  • ❛  Yes, that is my wish.  ❜
  • ❛  I am a hero, and heroes know that things must happen when it is time for them to happen.  ❜
  • ❛  A quest may not simply be abandoned.  ❜
  • ❛  A happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story.  ❜
  • ❛  What if there isn’t a happy ending at all ?  ❜
  • ❛  There are no happy endings, because nothing ends.  ❜
  • ❛  Do something ! You have the power ! I will kill you if you don’t do something !  ❜
  • ❛  That’s what heroes are for.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve never had any friends before.  ❜
  • ❛  Men don’t always know when they’re happy.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m sorry. I have done you evil and I cannot undo it.  ❜
  • ❛  No sorrow will live in me as long as that joy.  ❜
What’s My Name? (Tom Holland Smut)

Originally posted by tom-holla

request: “Hey I loved your Tom smut I was wondering if you would write something where the reader accidentally calls him Peter during sex and is super embarrassed but he’s kind of into it” (requested by anon)

short summary: ^^

length: 1.3k words (sorry it’s kinda shorter than i envisioned tbh :/)

warnings: none it’s p straightforward

A/N: i’m ngl i laughed as I was writing this like this whole concept just busts my chops lol enjoy (also i kept listening to what’s my name as i wrote this hah shoutout to rihanna my queen)


The time that you’d been spending with Tom in New York was everything you dreamed of and more. Having never been to the city before, it was quite the adventure and you were always happy to be with your boyfriend before one of you had to jet off for work or school.

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anonymous asked:

deaf/HoH or blind sterek?

I see you, Nonny, sneaking multiple asks into one  :P  I do like these types of fics tho.  :P

Also:

anonymous said: Hii! Do you know any sterek fics where one of them or both are deaf, blind, or can’t speak? If you could put a mix of them in there that would be great (: thank you so much your amazing !         

This list fills your ask too, but also check out our mute!Stiles tag for those fics (cause this post is already kinda crazy long, lol).

Enjoy the fics!  -Emmy

First up:  Deaf

Originally posted by milena198702

(Ooooooh…he gives me Derek vibes :D )

Deaf!Derek

You Don’t Have to Hear Your Heartbeat to Feel It by redhoodedwolf

(1,186 I General I Complete)  *sterek, college au, TA!derek, college student!stiles

It took Stiles longer than he’d like to admit for him to discover his TA for Mythological Studies was deaf.

Little Gestures by Stereksale7

(1,976 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, driver!derek

Derek is a deaf Uber driver.

He’s hardly thanked by his passengers, and when he is, it’s seldom genuine.

In comes Stiles Stilinski, who changes it all.

Give Me a Sign by WhichWolfWins

(2,215 I Explicit I Complete)   *sterek, loss of virginity

Stiles decides to learn sign language so he can communicate better with Derek and he ends up using it to communicate his feelings for him.

Laughter is the Best Medicine by literaryoblivion

(4,432 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, human au, doctor!stiles

He hasn’t always been deaf.

Although, sometimes, he wishes he was. Mainly because he knows what he’s missing. He remembers what the rustle of the wind in the trees sounds like, remembers what kids playing in the playground sounded like, what laughter sounded like.

He misses it. A lot.

Speak to Me by Ember

(9,168 I Teen I Complete)

Derek became deaf from the fire that took his family long ago, and has refused to speak since. But when he is forced to speak in the court case of the woman who betrayed him long ago, he begrudgingly accepts the help of a newly graduated speech pathologist. Stiles, however, is about to teach a whole lot more.

Bones Straining Under the Weight by weathervaanes

(15,645 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek, au, food blogger!derek

One of Stiles’ favorite things about life is Derek Hale’s food blog. He never expects to meet the man in person.

~

“Derek,” he says again, and the name feels very strange on his tongue. “You don’t mean Derek Hale.”

His professor’s eyebrows reach up, eyes widening. “You read his blog?”

“Uh. Worship. Would be a better more descriptive word. That is Derek Hale?”

Jimmy chuckles. “Good-looking guy, huh?”

“You mean to tell me the Food Network hasn’t snatched him up to dethrone everyone else from daytime TV.”

Jimmy smiles a small private smile. “I don’t think TV is his medium.”

Stiles raises an eyebrow. “Shy?”

The man laughs heartily at that. “No, I wouldn’t say that. He just has particular forms of expression, like eyebrows and chili powder.”

Counting to Infinity by artenon

(15,763 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek

When Derek goes deaf, he finds himself going to Stiles for help. Stiles does.

Want You To Shut Up (Even Though I Cannot Hear You) by ChairmanChurch

(19,487 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek, college au, roommates, alive hale family

“Wait, wait,” Scott scrutinized him suspiciously, “is all of this about the killer thing or just that you want to ogle at your roommate’s body?”

“No way, dude. I have my standards. Not the guy with eery green grey eyes, perfectly trimmed stubble and stupid bunny teeth.”

(Or the one in which Derek is deaf and Stiles doesn’t stop talking, and Isaac’s finally being helpful)


Deaf!Stiles

The Music Of your Body by GameCake

(2,389 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, dancer!stiles

Derek inspected the paper with curiosity. It was a poster that seemed to be advertising a dancing event. There was a dancer in the middle, dressed in ballet clothes, body toned and hard, but the movement that was captured screamed smooth and melodic even from the picture.

I don’t understand. He signed with a frown.

It’s an invitation. I am one of the dancers in the group and I would like it if you came. Stiles replied nervously.

Hush by gryvon

(5,101 I General I Complete)  *scott/stiles, alive hale family

Scott becomes infatuated with Derek’s friend Stiles.

Heartbeats by lizleminem

(5,441 I Mature I Complete)  *scott/stiles

When they’re sixteen they steal some of Stiles’ dad’s alcohol. They’re a little tipsy when Stiles starts whining about how he’s still never kissed anyone. He makes a face and signs, “I’m sixteen, Scott. This is ridiculous. I’m gonna wither up and die before I ever kiss anyone.” His signing is a little loose and sloppy from the alcohol, and when he finishes he collapses backward on the bed, sighing like the world is crumbling around him.

Scott leans over him, rolls his eyes, and signs, “I’ll kiss you if it means you’ll shut up about it.”

Savagely Wicked by KrAuEd

(6,241 I Mature I Complete)   *sterek, model!stiles, nerd!derek, alive hale family

Stiles Stilinski, also known as the most famous model any underwear company has. He’s on billboards, magazines, covers of packaging. Anything and all. Most people say he’s popular just because he’s gay, others say it’s because he’s hot, or because he’s deaf. His life is busy and he works a lot, but it all changes when he meets Derek, a local man who treats him like a normal person.

(Previously known as ‘Really? That’s how you want to play?’)

Communication (And Lack Thereof) by impalagirl, wilddragonflying

(7,761 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek, proposals, weddings

Sheriff Stilinski has been waiting for this day for a long time. As he watches his visitor walking up the path, he thinks about everything that’s happened in the past year and his fingers twitch for his gun. But he can’t do that; he can’t shoot this man, as much as he might like to sometimes. Maybe he can go one worse, though.

Wild Tonic by officerstilinskihale

(11,010 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek

Stiles nodded and smiled again, his teeth flashing brightly and he signed something again, before looking frustrated with himself.

“You’re welcome,” Derek told him, feeling a wave of relief when Stiles’ face brightened. That would’ve been awkward if Stiles hadn’t been trying to say thank you.

“I had a really good time, so yeah. I’m glad you came with me,” he said, feeling his face grow hot. Derek wasn’t usually like this. He wasn’t confident. Sure, he had the looks and he could flirt shamelessly when he got hit on, but he always got shy around the people he genuinely liked, not that there was too many of those.

But Stiles didn’t let him dwell on that. He gripped Derek’s arm, grinned cheekily and pointed at himself before lifting two fingers. It took a while for Derek to get it but when he did, he couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across his face.

Me too.

And the Rest Was Silence by Reaping

(13,417 I Explicit I Complete)

April 16th: Noise

“Still can’t hear, go away.” He forms the words carefully, not sure how loud they are, but sure the wolves will get it.

Passing Notes to Say I Love You by AceLotti

(18,618 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek, college au

Love is Deaf. You can’t just tell someone you love them. You have to show them.

Silent by Handsofred

(28,313 I General I Complete)   *sterek, mates, kidnapped stiles

Alone, Stiles could feel the tiredness start to run through his body, the cuts on his body aching and other places hurting which made him wonder how they were hurting before he blinked a few times, eyes lifting towards the windows and the grey sky, Stiles hoped that the pack would find him. Slumping down in to the bonds, Stiles dropped his chin to his chest as tears gathered in his eyes, he felt scared for the first time since the car accident and he hated the fact that he couldn’t hear for anything which could creep up on him, hated that he couldn’t protect himself, squeezing his eyes shut tightly, Stiles tried to keep the tears away as he finally let the tiredness wash over him.

Silence is Loudest by codarra

(132,553 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek, human au, sick!stiles, hurt!stiles, first time

Monday dawned fresh and cool and with a lack of Stilinski.

The buzz in the school changed over the week, once Derek started paying attention to it. No longer was the student body talking about where the students were going on vacation, or lack thereof for the more middle-class populace. They were bandying about a different series of words instead.

“Accident.”

“Car crash.”

“Hit and run.”

“Sick. Really sick.”

“Disease.”

“Brain damage.”

“Brain dead.”

“Stilinski.”

“Stilinski.”

“Stilinski.”

Blind

Originally posted by draikinator

Blind!Stiles

Blind Guy Walking Here by foodunderstandsme

(1,141 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek

Stiles could remeber the last thing he saw, it wasn’t the car that was about to hit him it was Derek Hale. Stiles is now Legally blind hiding his secret from his friends for Three years now their back and his life is turned upside down and all he can think about is Derek.

It’s Just Like You To Come And Go (series) by wednesdays

(2,469 I Teen I Series WIP)

Stiles is blind. Derek may or may not like him a little lot.

Blind Trust by FairyNiamh

(3,255 I General I Complete)  *sterek, high school au, human au

Derek hates his life, hates moving, and hates that some kid keeps staring at him.

I see You Better by theroguesgambit

(4,686 I Teen I Complete)

He dreams, sometimes, of his last moments of seeing.

At the church in Mexico, Stiles is blinded by a Berserker. Derek uses his new wolf status to act as a guide dog, while Stiles adjusts to his new reality.

In the Darkness by Boy On Strings

(7,817 I Mature I Complete) *sterek

Stiles is blinded in the final showdown with the Alpha, Derek tries to comfort him after realizing he almost lost something forever.

Can’t Stay Away by mommymuffin

(10,689 I Not Rated I Complete)  *sterek, magic!stiles, mutilation

“It’s really quite simple, Derek,” Deucalion drawls. “You pick one to kill tonight, you kill the rest later, you become part of my pack.”

“And if I refuse?” Derek growls.

“We’ll kill one of them anyway.”

Heretics and Bastards by JusticeBanana

(13,229 I Mature I WIP)  *steter, historical au, medieval au, nobleman!peter, magic!stiles

Peter is sick of court and the drama it entails. His sister is creating a life for her and her children in a new and promising land that Peter finds cold and horrid. Soon he is dragged into something much bigger than himself and the usual royal court happenings. This boy he thinks he failed to keep from harm may not be safe but he is alive.

Love is Blind by super_queer

(14,238 I Not Rated I Complete)  *major character death, sterek, werewolf!stiles, alpha!stiles

Stiles loses his sight in a terrible accident, but Derek is determined to give him a good life regardless.

Sinking Like a Stone by iamnightbird

(20,012 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek

Derek Hale is convinced he can protect his pack from anything. Kanimas, other packs, even the supernatural that remain myths (like demons and the such), but an event hits him like a punch to the gut to remind him that the things he can’t protect his pack from are the everyday horrors in which life makes us her bitch. [Blind!Stiles]

What Big Eyes You Have (Series) by A_Lesbian_With_Pink_Hair

(20,978 I G-E I Complete)  *sterek, mates

An AU ‘verse in which Stiles is born blind and is Derek’s mate. The rest of the world is just going to have to adjust accordingly because if you think that’s going to stop the boy who runs with wolves, you are horrendously mistaken.

Serendipity by mynamjo

(45,141 I Explicit I Complete)   *sterek, artist!derek, magic!stiles, florist!stiles

Derek moves back to Beacon Hills to open up his new art gallery when he meets a blind boy who won’t leave him alone.

Cornerstone by Vendelin

(83,738 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek, marine!derek, ptsd!derek, human au

Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

He Sees Me For Me by Karlarado

(23,999 I Not Rated I WIP)  *sterek, dad!derek

Derek and his adopted daughter move to Beacon Hills to try and start up a normal life. They meet Stiles in a park with his service/seeing-eye dog and while Malia bonds with the dog, Derek ends up bonding with Stiles.

Windows by dr_girlfriend

(83,015 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek

Derek has a new neighbor who won’t stop looking.

Blind!Derek

Definitely Actually a Love Story by saltyavocado (rainglazed) 

(2,057 I General I Complete)  *sterek, Scott and Derek are brothers

Second and final part to the Bigbro!Derek verse.

The Colors of the Rainbow by MagnusBanewood 

(3,425 I Not Rated I Complete)  *sterek

When Derek arrives at his new high school he is afraid that people will make fun of him again. But then he meets Stiles and slowly falls in love with his voice.

Feeling You by secretfanboy 

(6,158 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek,

When Derek loses his sight and hearing saving Scott from an attack, the Stilinski’s take him in.  As nurse and patient Stiles and Derek grow closer, but what will happen when Derek gets better?  Will Stiles be left with a broken heart?

This City Never Sleeps

Word Count: 3421

Pairing: Eventual Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Requested: Nope

Warnings: Light cursing.

Summary: You learn Peter’s secret, and it doesn’t take long for him to learn yours.

Note: This is really reader-heavy. but I really felt that in order to move on in this verse I had to develop that character and her relationships with the other characters. So, sorry if you wanted more Peter, but I promise there will be more of him in future installments. Also this is the most self-indulgent thing I’ve ever written in my life.


“(Y/N)! Has Peter told you about his new internship yet?” Ned asked excitedly, sitting down at your usual lunch table. Peter wasn’t there yet, but that wasn’t abnormal. He had chemistry before lunch and had recently taken to spending some extra time in the lab before coming to eat.

“No,” you said. “I haven’t really seen him yet today.”

“Oh, man, I don’t want to spoil it for you but it is crazy!” Ned said.

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Late Night Magic | Part 1 | LOKI LAUFEYSON X READER

Description: Nightmares are a common occurrence for the reader as her power emanates darkness and danger. This leads to an odd connection between her and Loki who resonates with her through 2:30 am conversations.

Author’s Note: This is my first Loki fic and it’s highkey trash. I saw Thor: Ragnarok this weekend and haven’t been able to get this dam god of mischief out of my head since. So yea that’s how this was born because I couldn’t focus on my homework until this was done lmao. Anyways, as always I appreciate feedback so tell me what you think! Part 2 maybe? Until next time my dudes.

Word Count: 1531

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With my breath caught in my throat, I sat up straight in my bed with a start. Gasping for air and trying to even out my breathing, I ran a hand through my (Y/H/C) hair and closed my eyes, clearing my thoughts.

Rubbing my eyes wearily, I turned my head slightly to the right and sighed dejectedly at the flashing red numbers of my nightstand clock that read 2: 37 am. I proceeded to stand up out of my bed shakily and walk over to my bedroom door stealthily.

I walked on the balls of my feet as to not make any noise, wondering down the hall into the living area of the Avengers Tower. My feet unconsciously brought me to the wall of windows that overlooked the city. I found myself staring dazedly down at the still busy streets of New York as my heart rate slowed back to normal.

“And what are you doing up at this hour of night?” a deep voice pierced the silence from behind me.

I turned around quickly and raised my hands defensively, drawing in a quick breath. My gaze fell upon a dark figure who was sitting on the sofa behind me with what appeared to be a book. I relaxed slightly and let out a sigh of relief when I recognized the familiar face of a prince of Asgard.

“Oh Loki… it’s just you. You scared the living shit out of me you know,” I whispered huskily, clearing my throat slightly.

Loki closed his book and sat it down on the coffee table in front of him, leaning back into the couch nonchalantly. “I can tell,” he replied glancing at my hands. “Would you mind turning those things off?”

I looked down and saw black flames erupting from hands like fireworks. Letting out a slight chuckle, I shook my wrists, extinguishing the black flames. “Why might I dare say that you, a literal god, is scared of my dainty mortal hands,” I quipped raising an eyebrow.

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Little Miss Cold Hearted (Alec x Reader) Imagine

A/N: I have no idea what I wanted for this imagine. It started out as something and ended as something else. Send some ideas for imagines.
Warning: A little cursing

   “Is this why my boyfriend in such a bad mood?” You asked as you walked into the infirmary. Seeing that there was a random redhead laying down in one of the beds.
“When is he not in a bad mood” Jace said rolling his eyes.
“Oh shut up Jace, who is she?” You asked
“You could of just asked me” said the redhead sitting on the bed
“but I didn’t, so who is she?”
“Her names Clary Y/N” Izzy said as she stood up next to you. “She a shadowhunter just like us but she didn’t know”“
“You know this how?” You asked. Izzy pointed at Clary shoulder and there above was the iratze rune. Well she have to be a shadowhunter to survive that you thought.
“Okay wait if she didn’t know she was shadowhunter who put the healing rune on her” you questioned.
“Jace did, is that bad?” Clary said
“Jace! You didn’t even know she was a shadowhunter you could of killed the poor girl. What in the world were you thinking?” You yelled. How could he be so thoughtless.
“I had a feeling she was like us so I burn it on her after she got bitted by the demon.” He said shrugging his shoulders.
“A FEELING! Well that would of done much if she had to died, You got lucky Wayland” you said as you turn to leave. “At least tell the girl about everything so she knows what going on” you added in before you actually left the room.
“There’s more to know?” Clary asked the two standing in front of her.
“Not really she didn’t know we told you most of it before she came” Jace replied
“Who is she? And are most of shadowhunter this rude because that make two out of the four I have met.”
“Her name is Y/N but you probably heard me say that to her, she’s a friend of ours and she also my parabatai. And no most of them are kind so is Y/N she just really stressed with everything at the moment.” Izzy told her.
“But the first one you met Alec he’s always like that but trust me he just as kind when you get to know him. He just likes to hide it”
“Why is she stressed and you guys aren’t? Aren’t you guys a team?”
“She getting married we aren’t” Izzy said pulling Clary to her feet “Now let’s show you around”

  You walked into yours and Alec shared bedroom after your long day.All you wanted was to see Alec. But he wasn’t there as you walked in, he probably was with Jace trying to figured out how to help the new girl. You started to get ready for bed you changed your clothes and we’re just finishing brushing your teeth when Alec walked into the room.
“I heard that you were rude today what’s wrong baby?” Alec asked as he wrapped his arms around you and you laid your head on his chest.
“I’ve been so stressed with this wedding planning and The Clave it’s all starting to get to me” you said. It was turning you in to a new person. All you wanted to do was sleep now knowing Alec was here with you.
“How about you get some rest and I’ll try to help you with some of the planning tomorrow”
“Thank you so much Alec” you said giving him a kiss. You and Alec both got in to bed. He held you close while he started to talk about his day, you slowly fell asleep to his comforting voice.
You woke up the next morning and Alec wasn’t there. It was nothing unusual since one of you usually had to get up early for a meeting or mission. You got up and quickly got dress and headed to the main room.
  As you walk in you could see Alec with Clary, Jace, Izzy and another person crowded around a table in the back so no one would pay attention to them.
“Why are you guys doing?” You asked as you walked up to them causing all of them to jump.
“Oops sorry about that” you said holding back a laugh. “Who this?” You asked as you point towards the brown haired boy.
“He’s my best friend Simon” Clary spoke while looking at you with a glare. Yup you deserve that after yesterday.
“We’re trying to find away for Clary to get back her memories ” Jace told you.
“Why don’t you try the Silent Brothers.” You suggest. Alec and them all look at you wondering why they didn’t think of that in the first place.
“Silent Brothers?” Clary asked no one in particular.
“Their hard to explain but they could get your memories back” Izzy answers
“Let’s go find them” Clary said turning around.
“Wait, you don’t know anything about them. What they do could kill you if you aren’t strong enough” you shouted, maybe it was the wrong idea to suggest that.
“You don’t think I’m strong enough” Clary said walking up to you.
“I never said you in particular, but if you aren’t strong enough it will kill you, your at higher rate since you known about this world for then less a day” you said to her looking at her in the face.
“So you think I’m some weak girl that doesn’t know about anything” Clary said getting more and more angry.
“Not anything about this world that’s for sure. You haven’t been train to fight at all I could probably knock you on your ass in seconds” you said keeping your ground
“Well why don’t you try” Clary said getting ready to fight. It wouldn’t look to good for you if you were caught fighting in the middle of the main room but you weren’t just going to back down from a fight. You were about to throw a punch at her but Alec held you back and Jace did the same thing with Clary.
“Would you two stop” Izzy asked but it didn’t really work.
“You know nothing about this world and thinking you can just walk in and own the place is ridiculous.” You said trying to get out of Alec’s hold but it was no used he was way stronger then you. Clary didn’t really know what to said but she did remember something that Isabelle said the day before.
“At least I know about important things like being kind people since I got here you been nothing but a cold hearted bitch to me, for what I’ve done nothing to you. Your fiancé probably only marrying you because he knows that no one could ever love someone without a soul or he just as bitchy and rude as you are” Clary shouted now getting the attention of everyone in the room. Izzy and theirs mouths drop. How could she say something like that you thought and so did everyone else. Alec’s gripped around you loosely from the shock of what she just said about him even if she didn’t know it was him. You step away from Alec and said “Go to Silent Brothers and get killed I don’t care, and for the record it takes a cold hearted bitch to know one” with that you ran out of the room not even looking back.
“Clary” Jace said looking at the girl. He didn’t know what to say
“Leave” Alec said
“What?” Clary asked
“I said leave now, leave the institute. You are no longer welcome here” Alec told Clary
“You can’t just kicked her out Alec” Jace shot back
“Why not? She try to start a fight and call the head of the institute at the moment awful seems to me that she doesn’t want to be here so she shouldn’t be.” Alec answer
“Wait now I never said anything about the-” Clary stopped for a second then said “She marrying the head of the institute, wow he must be something else to marry her.Where is he anyway?”
“I’m standing right in front of you” Alec said glaring at Clary. Clary looked like she sunk smaller since that came out of Alec mouth.
“I didn’t really me-” Clary started but Alec stopped her.
“Go with her Jace and see the brothers but The Clave will be hearing about all of this.”
Alec replied. “Everyone get back to work”
Everyone stopped watching and turn back to their work quietly talking about what just happen.
“Excuse me now while I try and find my fiancé” Alec said as he left the room
“Your going to be in big trouble” Izzy said as she looked at the two in front of her.

  Alec walked up to the garden knowing that’s where you went to calm down all the time. He saw you sitting on bench over looking the city.
“Hey” he said as he sat down beside you, you laid your head on his shoulder.
“Am I really a bitch that your only marrying because you think no one else will?” You asked even thou you knew the answer.
“No don’t ever think that, your my everything I fell in love with you.” He told you as he intertwine his hand with yours.
“I love you Alec Lightwood”
“I love you too Y/N soon to be Lightwood”

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Am I the only one upset with YNWA comeback? It's been barely 4 months since WINGS came out, and they've been busy with concert preparations and now comeback preparations... Sigh, and this rate, I wouldn't be surprised if they were to part ways with Big Hit in future :-/

I’m sorry that this turned into an extremely long answer, but I felt the need to do this.

Hm, I don’t know, I can’t say I agree with you. I mean, I wouldn’t say that they aren’t overworked or anything, but how come no one has ever considered that maybe it’s the members who want this, and it isn’t the company that is forcing it unto them?

I’ve mentioned this before, but BTS was formed for their musicality in the first place, they have a different purpose in comparison to other idols. Most if not all the members focus a lot on the music part of their career, so I find that it’s only normal that they would want to constantly come out with new music, which explains all the active comebacks they have despite the short breaks between comebacks. Same goes for concerts/tours that they do; if you’re someone who wants to make music, you want to connect with people through music, naturally you’d want to be able to perform and showcase this music, no?

And regarding BigHit, I think people don’t give them enough credit, honestly. Yeah, they lack in certain areas, but which entertainment company out there can you call perfect? If anything, BigHit has done swell when it comes to the management of the boys.

Before I talk about the good in BigHit, I am aware about their problems as a company. They constantly come up with new content to sell to the fans for extra profit, and they never really give fans much time to prepare themselves for a new comeback/release of new content. When it comes to the members themselves, I’m sure they have their own complains towards the company. Take Suga, the one who has been the most vocal about his complaints, as an example. At the start of BTS’ career, he talked about how he was conned into learning how to dance and becoming an idol, when all along he thought and was promised that all he needed to do was write music and rap. He was expecting to become a group like 1TYM, not a group known for their knife-like choreography. Watch the evidence here, it starts at 19:00. But over the years, I think Yoongi doesn’t feel against it anymore, because BTS is recognized for their dance and has been rewarded a ton of awards for best dance. Then fast forward after countless of comebacks with multiple hair colours, Yoongi has seriously damaged scalp and over bleached hair. He said he was going to sue BigHit for hair loss, and even though most took it as a joke, he didn’t only talk about it once, he said it twice. If anything, Yoongi isn’t really someone to say things he doesn’t mean. He’s a straightforward type guy, and he probably really feels dissatisfied towards the company for constantly bleaching his hair. The first time he talked about it was here (5:19 mark), and the second time, here (2:22 mark). He also talked about how people who dye their hair constantly suffer at the Gaon Charts Yinyuetai interview earlier this year. The era where they were most overworked was probably during their RUN days, and Yoongi talked about this too. It’s in this video, at the 5:09 mark as well as the 10:59 mark onwards. They haven’t slept more than 3 hours, they have back to back schedules, etc.

Now, with all that aside, I am aware of the vices of BigHit, but back to my point - BigHit has done swell when it comes to the management of the boys. 

There are a few aspects when it comes to this. We can talk about the efforts BigHit makes in ensuring that they are able to keep their artistes satisfied. One classic example would be Yoongi. I just talked about how he’s complained throughout the RUN era about his hair and scalp, and what did BigHit do for the Blood, Sweat and Tears era?

The fact that BigHit gave Jin and V the opportunity to sing bangtan’s first ever OST instead of the other members would be another classic example. BigHit could’ve given the duet to Jungkook and Jimin easily, considering they are the main and lead vocals respectively, but they gave it to Seokjin and Taehyung instead. Okay, you can argue and say it’s natural that Taehyung got it since he’s the one acting in the show, but how about Jin? Watch this, from the 28:00 mark. You can tell Seokjin really wanted a chance to sing an OST, and BigHit indeed gave him one, which he’s so grateful for.

Back to Yoongi again (he seems to be surfacing a lot today), as well as Rap Monster this time, and in due time, J-Hope. The former two have always been extremely passionate in their music, and there’s a lot of areas they cannot explore as rappers/musicians when it comes to working as a team, because they have to ensure that the song fits 7 members, that the song is something worth putting on an album, etc. It limits them a lot, so what did BigHit do? BigHit opened a SoundCloud account for them where they can freely post up their own tracks and random raps and even song covers when it comes to vocal line, and they’ve never limited what bangtan do/post on the SoundCloud account. In fact, BigHit even fully funded Yoongi and Namjoon’s mixtapes despite not being able to make any profit from doing so. They provided a set, cameras, make up and stylists, everything necessary to produce an MV, just so that they are able to come up with their own mixtapes for them to showcase the stories that they were unable to tell through BTS.

Even when it comes to schedules, BigHit never makes the members do things they don’t want to. Remember in Yoongi’s track, ‘The Last’?

Show me the money, it’s not that I couldn’t but I didn’t shit

Also, realize that Yoongi is the only member that has never tried emceeing yet? Yoongi is the only member who has yet to have his own solo appearance in any one variety show/schedule, and if you ask me, I really think it’s because Yoongi never intended to live the idol life in the first place. He just wants to make music, not go on shows for more exposure or anything. But BigHit never once forced him to doing any, doesn’t that say a lot?

Enough with keeping their artistes satisfied, let’s move on to the care factor the company has. In any other company, their idols are all overworked to the point of fainting/working despite injuries or health issues, etc. But what has BigHit done every time any one member is injured? Here’s a compact list of the more prominent occurrences.

  • 28th Dec 2013 - Yoongi was diagnosed with appendicitis, BigHit withdrew him from year end schedules.
  • 27th Dec 2015 - BigHit cancelled 2 concerts in Japan for the sake of Yoongi and Taehyung.
  • 30th Dec 2015 - Namjoon was withdrawn from year end schedules because of his leg injury.
  • 24th July 2016 - BigHit chose to let Namjoon rest despite the hospital giving him the green light to resume schedules because there was nothing seriously wrong with his health.
  • 30th Sept 2016 - BigHit withdrew Namjoon from the 2016 K-Pop World Festival performance as well as the Busan One Asia Festival performance so that his leg will not result in injury. It was a preventive measure on their end.
  • 22nd Dec 2016 - BigHit withdrew Yoongi from all further activities so that he can rest, when it was a ear injury which technically isn’t a very big deal.

BigHit could’ve easily made the members continue to promote and perform, because in most cases, it wasn’t really anything serious, but yet, they chose to make them rest instead. Other companies wouldn’t have done that unless the member has a leg injury or is bed ridden.

BigHit has also been very protective of their artistes. It’s very important that a company addresses issues early in order to protect their artistes, and it’s even more important that the company is willing to come to the rescue of their artistes when the need arises. There’s this, and there’s this too. There was also this too.

Another thing would be how BigHit doesn’t limit the boys in any way at all. Even as trainees, the boys were given handphones and allowed to communicate with the outside world through logs and Twitter, unlike every other idol trainee out there who practically lives in a dungeon. There was never dating bans in their contracts (evidence here) and they were never told to behave a certain way nor were they put under extremely strict diets. When they dieted, it was mostly out of their own will rather than their company wanting them to be slim or whatever.

In lyrics, they were never told to not talk about a certain topic, and in fact, they are now known for always attacking real world topics and issues. They aren’t the first group to do so, but it still definitely sets them apart from boring old romance lyrics in present day kpop.

And the most important thing of all…

And then there was Jin who talked about missing the managers,

I mean, if you don’t enjoy the time you spend with the company I don’t think you’d talk about missing them. You can tell they are grateful to these people who care for them no matter what. Remember how they all hugged their managers (not one, all) when they won the daesang?

Look at the managers looking so happy for them. The one in green striped shirt was hugging Jungkook and there’s Namjoon hugging the other manager on the right.

I don’t know about you, and although I wouldn’t say that they have a family bond with the staff, but you can tell they all really love each other and there’s definitely some form of a bond between them. Not just with the managers, but even with the producers who have worked hard behind the scenes for the boys. Look at this video, Mr Son and the staff who were with him were literally so elated for BTS’ first win. And then there was this, where Slow Rabbit (Big Hit producer) cried when bangtan got Artist of the Year at MAMA. Then there’s Pdogg (Big Hit producer, aka the man behind BTS’ title tracks) who was constantly supportive of the boys in his tweets here and here.

I can understand the heart of those ARMYs who are constantly upset with BigHit because they are worried about the members’ health in general, but sometimes we have to look at things from different perspectives. In my opinion, bangtan is happy under their management, and when they have complaints, Bang PD is willing to talk it out with them. I mean, he’s clearly close to the boys, to the point where he’s alright with joking around with them all the time. If he wasn’t we wouldn’t be blessed with things like this:

Even when renewal of contracts becomes an issue, I feel like he’d try to meet the needs of the members and he’d want to continue housing all 7 of them. BTS is the first group he’s ever produced. GLAM and 8Eight were collaborations with Source Music, HOMME, 2AM, and everyone else were transferred under him, so BTS would mean more to him than anything else. He single-handedly made them, so I don’t know. I don’t feel you on this.

Imagine being costars with Jensen Ackles and Chris Evans and great friends and they are both very jealous of each other.

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“So I thought that maybe some Marvel would be nice but-” Jensen stopped himself as soon as he saw you, proceeding to let out a heavy sigh “Really?”

“What?” you mumbled, glancing at him for only a split second but your attention didn’t stay for long on him as your phone buzzed with yet another message.

“What what?” he huffed, slumping next to you on the couch “And then you ask why I prefer DC.” he grumbled and you smirked at him, still typing.

“You prefer DC because you are a huge batman fan.” you said but he rolled his eyes.

“No I prefer DC because Captain America is Captain Jackass.” he grumbled, eyes focusing on the TV screen; stuffing a good amount of pop corn in his face “Besides you’re both a Marvel and DC fan yourself, why does it matter?”

You paused for a moment, turning your head softly and raising an eyebrow with a smirk “What was that Ackles? Is it jealousy I hear in your voice or-” he cut you off by scoffing but only made you smile more.

“As if! Need I remind you I had been asked for the role but denied for Supernatural?” he said but avoided looking you in the eyes and you bit your lower lip.

“I’m not talking about the role but the actor, Jensen.” you bit your lip to keep yourself from grinning even more.

“He’d wish! I’d like to watch Evans try to take down a wendigo first!” he rolled his eyes and you hummed in agreement.

“He’s taken down much worse but- that’s no the point here.”

“No.” he spoke up before you could continue “The point is that he can’t keep his hands to himself even when you are on the red carpet. What the hell is even wrong with him? Kiss you like that in front of so many people?!” his voice rose an octave and you would have laughed at how squeaky it actually sounded.

“He just kissed me on the cheek!” you exclaimed “You’ve done that numerous times!” you giggled as he shrugged.

“Yeah but I’ve known you for over eleven years!” he said as if that somehow was a valid enough reason but truth was he was trying to find anything he could to defend himself and not let it show that his jealousy was making him irrational.

“And he does for almost five! But we both know that’s not the problem here Ackles.” you smirked “Spill it Jens!”

“There is nothing to spill but I at least am allowed to: we are dating!”

“On the show.” you pointed out with a giggle but you couldn’t stop the flutter of your heart at the way he said it.

“Doesn’t matter, I still am more allowed to touch you like that than him!”

“Who knows- maybe there will be a scene with him in the new Avengers and he will have every right to!”

“Hell no!” he exclaimed “I need to talk with the writers!”

“J!” you giggled “Come on just admit it: you’re jealous because he flirts with me a lot.”

“I’m not jealous I am just… curious, and worried mostly. I mean all this fucking flirting yes is worrying and the fucking texts! Doesn’t he have anything else to do?”

“Well, he could always do me if you want.” you shrugged and he sht you a death glare.

“He’s not relationship material, (Y/n), and-”

“I didn’t say I had a relationship in mind but now that you mention it-” you shrugged and his eyes all-but-widened as he stared at you as if you had just grown a second head. You couldn’t deny it was the most adorable sight you’ve ever seen.

“What?!” he shrieked and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter at his expression. Never had you thought that a movie night with your costar, and you’ve had plenty of them before, would end up like this.

You opened your mouth to speak but the doorbell ringing cut you off. Jensen raised an eyebrow and you bit your lower lip. You’ve had had movie nights with only Jensen in the past but there had been times when someone would join, usually Robert Downey Jr or Jared and Misha, but Jensen didn’t have a single problem then because, well, they didn’t really flirt with you and actually mean it. This time though-

“Hey!” a bright smile spread on Chris’ face as soon as he saw you and you grinned at your friend. You didn’t even dare glance behind you to see the expression on Jensen’s face, you knew very well what that was.

“Chris hey!” you hugged him as you let him inside and guided him to the living room.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming.”

“Wanted to surprise my girl.” he kissed your cheek and you smiled when he wrapped his arms around you “I need to live up to my promises right?”

“Well such a shame you won’t be able to keep them tonight, Captain.” Dean’s voice held a kind of satisfaction mixed with annoyance you had not seen before.

“Jensen hey!” Chris smiled nonetheless, he loved annoying your costar a little more than he let it show but you could clearly tell “Good to see you here.” he extended his hand and Jensen shook it, maybe a little too strongly but you couldn’t say Chris was one to get intimidated by a handshake like that; not with the kind of muscles he’d built.

“Is it?” Jensen asked in a way that reminded you so much of Dean “Becaue you don’t seem all that happy about it Evans.”

“Oh you know, can’t really reenact every scene from Fifty shades of Grey with my girl with people in the house.” he made a face and you giggled at how for a split second you could see Jensen actually believe him.

“Yeah maybe you should go for Darker, mis America because your girl has already been through that. But I’ll tell you have a lot to live up to, considering what I did with her, so we don’t blame you if you can satisf-”

“Alright!” you exclaimed, cutting him off before he could get into more detail “Boys, enough will you?”

“Oh but we didn’t get started yet, (Y/n).” Jensen said, eyes not leaving Chris.

“True, but I guess this time I should take it easier. Hey, Jensen how does it feel to be so old and still hunting monsters? It’s a surprise how you’re nearly the same age as-”

“Chris!” you exclaimed, your eyes widening as he only shrugged.

“It’s ok, (Y/n/n), what can I say? It’s hard for little boys like you to understand lots of things, including what a woman needs. Tell me Chris, they chose you to play Captain America because you relate with him on the virgin part right?”

You almost choked on thin air, never had the two of them taken it this far. Usually you enjoyed their small ‘fights’ because they looked both so jealous of each other it was almost entertaining but certainly flattering. While now, well, this wasn’t PG rated anymore and it would definitely get worse.

“And you for Dean to know how it is to wear- what was it? Girl panties? Oh yeah, that was it.” Chris said with an easy smirk and you would have snickered if you didn’t see the look on Jensen’s face. You couldn’t imagine what was to come next but it was no good so you spoke up.

“Ok guys, enough with the greetings: I’m going to melt from all the love you show each other.” you breathed out, rolling your eyes “Chris, we were having a movie night. If you’d like to join-”

“Oh I’d love to join!” Chris said with a wide smile but you saw the glare he shot at the older man and you rolled your eyes. Of course he would and of course Jensen would have that sly Dean smirk on.

Boy it was going to be a long night.

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21 reddie :)

(Fuck I am so sorry for the wait! I have been so busy with life and work! I really hope you enjoy this! It’s so fluffy! <3)

Alternate title: 5 times Richie told Eddie he was gonna marry him and the one time he actually asked. 

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Rating: Teens and up (for mentions of sex, which is not underage!) 

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Lefou’s gay.

Today Disney announced that Lefou will be an explicitly gay character, the first for Disney fairy tale films and films aimed at the all ages group from the company. A lot of people feel strongly about this on both sides, conservative extremists feel this is the utmost betrayal from Disney and think the film needs a new content rating. I think that is ridiculous for a number of reasons mostly that a gay man existing in a world where a girl falls in love with a beast is somehow the controversial topic. But on the other end of the discourse rainbow many feel that this is an insult to lgbt people and that Disney has insulted and made a grave mistake by having Lefou be canoically gay. I also think that’s a bit much. So here are some of my bullet points/thoughts on why I truly believe this is a good step for Disney and the LGBT community if you would so indulge me.

  • I understand many concerns revolving this piece of news, Lefou in this version is now a gay man who pines for his straight macho best friend/pack leader. Some are condemning that idea which I find a bit silly. I understand that a stereotype thrown upon our community is that we are unable to have straight friends because we will “always fall for them”. Which we all know is bullshit, that being said sometimes it also fucking happens but it’s no more different than the friendzone guy who is in love with his childhood best friend. Point is it’s an actual thing queer people do deal with so to prohibit as a storytelling device is just stupid and weird. A good lesson for lgbt people and anyone honestly is sometimes the people you will like, or even love will not reciprocate those feelings.
  • Not all lgbt people need to be portrayed as saintly or even good people to count as representation. For example one of my favorite things about the new Series of Unfortunate events show on netflix was that there was a gay couple in it. My favorite thing not being that they were gay, but that they were gay and just as bad as the rest of the adults in the show. Because I believe it’s important to show LGBT people as humans rather than amazing people with little flaws and great outcomes even though I understand the need for that. So Lefou can be in a bad relationship, he can be allowed to make poor decisions because he is blinded by love from someone who will never love him back, he is even allowed to be a bad person because him being gay shouldn’t excuse him from any of that. Because character flaws make for a interesting character shocking I know and can even be the payoff for character growth. Which leads me to my next point. 
  • This is a character arch Bill condon has even said it. Meaning Lefou will go through some sort of change or lesson in this film. Just because he starts following this awful person in the beginning of the film does not mean that’s where he story will end. Because again this is not the animated feature, we don’t know the exact context of their relationship nor do we have an idea of what will happen to Lefou through the course of the film. But for a movie about acceptance of those who are different and learning to love I have a hard time believing it’s going to end poorly for the now gay Lefou. Just remember Bill has said where they end with Lefou is something rather beautiful, and I personally cannot wait to see what that is.
  • Any bit of screen time in which a gay person is a person and given an actual story arc is something that I view as important. This is a company that for many years had to code in order to get away with anything. We are living in a day and age where they can openly say that a character is gay. Which I think is something huge and something I want to encourage from the company, so that we can get more of these kind of ideas. I am not saying you have to be inherently okay or accepting of this, but I am asking that you give the film a chance and watch it before having your final thoughts be a reblog slamming this from all angles. Because while you may disagree maybe some kid out there is going to watch what happens with lefou and feel better about themselves leaving that theater.
I’ll take what’s left of you

The wonderful orenjimaru (I put a link because it refuses to tag) drew a fabulous piece with Jack and Gabriel on Tumblr and Twitter

Which inspired me to write this:


Gabriel visited the one Angela called ‘Jack’ every time he was at the watchpoint.

It had taken her weeks to relent and let him inside, she thought his intentions malicious, but that was to be expected. A cancer was growing inside of Overwatch and it was Gabriel’s job to snuff it out. However, that didn’t mean he wasn’t at the top of the list in ‘persons of interest’.

The first time he visited, it was for a routine check-up and the large, bubbling tube of green liquid caught his eye from the exam room. He had migrated to it like a bug to a light, booted footsteps heavy against Angela’s tile floor.

Jack’ was a sight to behold.

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Byun Baekhyun// Psych - Part 3

Originally posted by grinding-on-baek

Summary: After a month of being broke at college, you finally find a place to stay, but the only con is that there is nine other people you have to share a house with - one in particular who makes it his mission to irritate you at every turn - but they’re hiding something from you. Something big. (1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7)
Scenario: Werewolf!AU, college!AU, series
Word Count: 6,728

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fallen petals

Originally posted by wonhontology

pairing: wonho x reader

word count: 7k

genre: fluff, angst, mentioned smut, soulmate!au

description: in a world ran by soulmates & soulmates roses if you didn’t have one it was a very lonely life. And you thought you’d be living the loneliest of them all. 

a/n: cause’ monsta x finally got their first win (woo!) i finished this piece! 

inspired by this short piece: xx


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anonymous asked:

Peter and tony "Don't you /dare/ say I don't care about you!"

 “Don’t say a word,” Tony said firmly, as they both stood face-to-face in the remains of Loki’s destruction, “not a single fucking one.”


Peter shuffled, opening his mouth a fraction, but Tony jerked forward, hand outstretched and a metal finger pressing against his lips, “not a single word, Peter, what part of that do you not underst- no, no, wait, never mind, don’t-”

“I understand all of it, I just sometimes really need to say things and want to know why exactly they’re happening, like now all I want to know is why I’m supposed to be keeping my mouth shut, although actually I think I’ve worked it out after saying all of this,” Peter babbled, eyes growing steadily wider the further he delved into his own sentence.

He hadn’t…. he hadn’t meant to say any of that. That had been a brain-thought, not a mouth-thought. What the fuck? “Loki- did he put a spell on us?”

Tony rolled his eyes and sighed irritably, “yes- and now if either of us asks the other a question, we will answer 100% truthfully with no filter whatsoever, so until this thing wears off, we keep our sentences completely questionless. Completely. No exceptions. ”

Peter paused for a few seconds, before blurting “I’ve never been put under a spell before. This is kinda awesome. Oh- it doesn’t hurt to remove them, does it? Oh, wait, shit, question-”

“It depends on the spell, and the emotional connection you have with it. For instance, I once got a touch-telepathy spell put on me in the middle of a fight and then had to hold a little boy while he died, which was incredibly painful, but just for different reasons- and Peter Parker I would like you to know that I fucking hate you, what do you not understand about ‘no questions’- oh, Jesus Christ-”

“Like I said, I understand all of it, but I’m not used to thinking too carefully about what I say, I mean, what if- no, shit, question word, okay….uhm,” Peter rubbed the back of his neck, trying to think how best to ask a question without asking a question, “The inflections of our voice might even affect whether we perceive it to be a question, I assume,” he said slowly.

“Yes,” Tony nodded, and then sighed again, “let it be known that I really fucking hate Loki. I thought we were done with this nonsense. I thought I wasn’t going to have any more issues with doing dumb shit under the influence of magic in front of other people. Jesus Christ. Hope you’re happy, asshole,” he muttered, looking up at the sky before turning on his heel and surveying the damage the Trickster god had left behind.

“I am, actually,” Peter said, and Tony swung back around, eyes wide, but Peter was off again, and there was no stopping him, “I always get a rush after fights that don’t end with any deaths, and generally speaking, I don’t think I’ve ever been happier with life.”

He slapped a hand over his mouth, cheeks reddening. Tony looked at him a little awkwardly, before nodding. “Right. Cool. I’m… I mean, I’m glad you’re happy. Although I was actually trying to talk to Loki.”

Peter nodded. “I was aware. I don’t… I don’t know why I said that.”

Tony’s eyebrows rose. “Oh, so it’s not just for questions that are directed at us, then? Interesting. Annoying, but- interesting.”

Peter shuffled on his feet. “So how long does it take for the spell to wear off? And what should I do when I’m around people? Sorry- I have to ask,” Peter said apologetically, and Tony huffed, but shrugged immediately after.

“Usually about 24 hours for the spell to wear off. You’re lucky it’s a Saturday, or you’d have to go to school with that shit. As it is, you can just stay with me, if you want. Or you can go home and tell Aunt May what’s happened.”

Peter thought about going home- about how many questions May always asked him when he stepped through the door, which he always veiled, just a little. The thought of him being 100% truthful to some of the questions she asked…

He shuddered in horror. “I think I’ll stay with you, if that’s alright.”

“Of course it’s alright, I love having you around,” Tony said immediately, and then clenched his eyes shut, “oh, Jesus Christ, I hate truth spells. They are the fucking worst ones. Just… just shut up and hop on, kid,” he said gruffly, opening his arms.

Peter was about to say something, but he decided against it as he stepped into Tony’s hold. There was currently an 87% chance it would go badly- which was a good 43% higher than his average rates. 


The ride back was silent as expected, and when Tony dropped them on the roof, he pulled out of his suit immediately and turned on his heel. “Food in the kitchen, films on JARVIS, knock yourself out. I’m going to be ignoring you in the workshop- you come down there for nothing other than the fact that you are close to imminent death. And I mean imminent. If you are dying, but slowly, it can still wait.”

“Can’t I just come down to the workshop and be quiet?” Peter called out after him.

“Peter, you don’t know what the word ‘quiet’ even means. I’ve asked you not to speak like, 19 different times in the past ten minutes, and you have listened on exactly 0 occasions.”

“I can be quiet!” Peter called, but Tony had hopped down the stairs without looking back, and Peter was left on the roof.


He sighed. This was going to be a fun weekend.



3 films, a seasons of Brooklyn 99 and exactly one empty kitchen later, and Peter was just about ready to start jumping off the walls in boredom.

He wanted to go and see Ned. But that would just be a travesty in every single way, knowing his friend’s track record of secret-keeping mixed in with his never-ending stream of question asking.

God, he was only 14 hours into this shit. 

The clean-up crews were working out on the streets- Peter could see them through the huge glass windows, and he sort of wished he could join them, but again, social situations were a bad idea at that point in time. 

Goddamn Loki. Peter really didn’t like that guy. He’d already tried to destroy New York once before- and now here he’d come again, years later, doing nothing more than annoy both Tony and Peter for a couple of hours before disappearing, leaving them both with an irritating truth spell as a parting gift.

Asshole.


Groaning, he flicked the TV on to the news and flopped backward into the couch. It was the usual post-battle breakdown, this time with a woman standing in front of a particularly grim-looking pile of rubble, face sad as she stared into the camera.

“And once more, I am stood amongst what remains of a local supermarket, staring around me and wondering- where are the superheroes now?”

Peter rolled his eyes. Right. So it was one of those news channels. He should really turn it over, it wasn’t going to offer anything worthwhile.

At that moment, there was a hissing noise behind him, and Peter’s head turned, watching Tony as he slipped through the doors and headed to the kitchen. He waved absently in Peter’s direction, but didn’t stop to talk as he padded over to the open-plan kitchen behind Peter.

“You’d think, what with Iron Man’s lesser half being the great Tony Stark, that there’d be some funding going into the rebuild of some of these buildings, but so far, as always, the billionaire has yet to declare-”

“What bullshit,” Peter muttered, turning back to the screen and staring in disdain. Everyone knew how much Tony put in- he’d been cleaning up after the Avengers since the Battle of New York. “Who the hell do these people think they are?”

It wasn’t directed at Tony, but he must have heard it, because Peter heard the man clearing his throat to begin talking, “they’re reporters, Peter, and I’m just the target. I’m easy. They need something to base their stories on.”

Peter stopped, face scrunching up incredulously, “but you do so much for them! You fought for them in the Superhero Civil War! Why would they-”

God, he really had to work on keeping his conversations question free.

“Because no-one cares about the guy behind the IronMan faceplate, kiddo,” he said with a shrug, and then scowled, “God, Peter, you really don’t have a filter, do y-”

“I care,” Peter said indignantly, turning around fully now, back to the couch as he stared across the room and over to Tony, who was staring at him with slightly raised eyebrows.

It didn’t last long, though. Tony’s face fell a little, and he shook his head. “Right. Sure. Just… just turn the channel over, Peter-”

“Wait, do you think I’m ly- no, no, wait, sorry, you don’t have to answer-”

But Tony was already going off, mug clutched tightly between tired fingers as he glared mutinously at Peter, “of course you don’t, kid, you like me because I’m cool and I get you fancy gear, but you don’t…not really. I’m not an easy one to care for- you know that. Why do you think everyone’s left? Once the defects in my personality start outweighing the pros of my money or my influence, it stops being so fun.”


There was dead silence, where Tony just looked over at Peter, mouth hanging open in mortification. Peter was staring at him, completely shocked by what he’d just heard.

Did Tony really think….


“Jesus,” the man muttered for the billionth time, swallowing heavily and turning away, thrusting his cup back on the sideboard, “okay, well, good talk, let’s never do that again-”

And then he was speedwalking out, leaving Peter sat, stunned, on the couch, emotions growing in his stomach until he felt like he might explode with them.


What the hell? What the goddamn hell-


He jumped off the couch angrily, storming after Tony, who’d almost made it to the stairs down the corridor by that point. “HEY!” He yelled at the rapidly moving body ahead of him, and Tony jerked a little, stopping in his tracks to look over at Peter in surprise. The tone of voice, the anger in it, probably came as a bit of a shock to him.
It sort of came as a surprise to Peter too, to be honest, 

“What the hell?” Peter asked incredulously, flinging his hand out, “what the hell did you just say? Did you just try and tell me you don’t think I don’t care?”

“Peter, stop asking-”

“Tony, you’re so stupid! Why do you think I like hanging out at the tower so much- and no, not just the workshop, the kitchen and the living room and the gym, why do you think I do that?”

“Well, I mean, I’d guess it was just so you could-”

“Why do you think I call you when I get into trouble, or always ask you for advice, or how I text you after every scuffle I get into because I know that you worry if I don’t, I know it Tony-”

“I- I, well, I mean I just kind of assumed you were being polite? I-”

Peter choked, lip curling in exasperation. “Tony. You are a walking disaster and you worry stupid amounts about me, and you don’t understand boundaries very well and you can annoy the damn hell out of me- and you’re always, always there for me when I need you. You matter to me, Tony, for God’s sake, you’re the closest thing I’ve got to a dad. Since I met you I feel like I’ve got someone else I can rely on, which is a pretty fucking big deal to me, because all I had before was Aunt May, and I love her to pieces but it was difficult for the both of us - so don’t you dare try and tell me I don’t care, because it just makes you sound like a fucking asshole.”


Peter breathed deep, clenching his jaw and dropping the finger that had risen to point accusingly over at Tony, who was stood rigidly a few feet in front of him. His eyes were blown wide, mouth hanging open a little, and his eyebrows were almost at his hairline, they were raised that high.

No one said anything. Peter sighed, feeling the anger leaving him as suddenly as it had come. He just felt tired. Truth spells weren’t as fun as he’d previously imagined.

Tony was still staring a little incredulously, and then he jerked. A full-body spasm, like he couldn’t quite compute what he’d just heard. Peter just shook his head. “Sorry. Know you didn’t want me to ask you questions. I’ll just… yeah,” he gestured behind him and then turned away, heading back over to the living room with heavy feet.


A few seconds, later, there was the quiet hissing of the door as it shut behind Tony.



“Ask me why I said it,” Tony entered the room with a few hours later, and Peter turned, watching him march up to Peter and fold his arms stubbornly.


Peter stopped, frowning, before he realised what Tony was talking about and tensed up. “Tony, just let it g-”

“Just ask me, Peter, dammit,” Tony said again, loud and a little jerky, like he wasn’t quite sure of how to hold himself, but was giving it his best shot anyway.

Peter bit his lip. He didn’t want to drag this out any further than it needed to be- 

“Peter,” Tony said, a little gentler this time, and Peter knew him well enough to know that there was an eye-roll he was trying to hold back on committing to as he looked down toward the couch, “can you let me explain myself? Please?”

Silence, again. Peter folded his arms. Tony mirrored him. 

They stared stubbornly at one another.


“Why did you say it?” Peter asked, quieter than he’d intended.


Tony clenched his jaw, and then with a little spasm, he opened his mouth. “I haven’t known a lot of people who’ve been genuine with their affection before. I’m an asshole and I push people away a lot because I don’t want them to hurt me. But…I can’t afford to push you away, or be too much of an asshole to you, because you’re a kid and you need me. So I’m just waiting for you to lose interest, instead. I can’t get rid of that sort of thought-process, but I am trying. Therapy and everything, it’s fucking gross, but… you need someone reliable. I need to be better. For you. Because- I - uh, I mean….”

Tony broke off, running a hand through his hair and huffing in a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment.  “You matter to me too. A lot. Uh- and I know Aunt May is your proper guardian and everything, but- but… well, I- uhm, I still consider you my own. Kid. Yeah. So…”


Tony shifted backward and forward on his feet, and he was actually blushing in embarrassment, which was a first. Peter just stared, a little shellshocked. He hadn’t been quite sure what he’d been expecting, but it certainly wasn’t that.

“Right,” Tony choked out, nodding robotically and then taking a step back, “that was entertaining, shall we both just agree to never talk to one another ever again-”

He turned on his heel, doing his little speedwalk thing toward the elevator as Peter stared at his back. 

“Wait,” he blurted from the couch, getting unsteadily to his feet and then vaulting the couch, stumbling toward Tony, who had turned a little to face him.


Running up to him, Peter wrapped his arms around Tony’s shoulders and hugged. Tight. Tony stumbled a bit, and his hands wavered about in the air for a few seconds before settling lightly on Peter’s shoulder blades. “Right. Cool. Okay, hugs, then. That’s good. Healthy. Or so I’ve heard, anyway-”

“Thank you,” Peter said, breaking through the nervous ramble and squeezing Tony’s shoulders tightly, “that must have been hard.”

Tony shrugged “Eh, truth spell, you know-”

“Tony,” Peter rolled his eyes, letting go and pulling away so Tony could see it, “you really think I wasn’t counting down? The spell ended 15 minutes ago.”

Tony raised his eyebrows, and he pulled a face. “Shut up, it’s called being emotionally healthy.”

“If you think that’s emotionally healthy, you need a new therapist.”

Tony shoved him off with a muttered swear, and Peter laughed. “Are you going to come out of your workshop now?”

“No.”

“Can I come into your workshop?”

“No.”

“I’ll go get my shoes,” Peter said with a smile, patting Tony on the shoulder, “can you get the specs up for my suit? I have a few things I think might need tweaking.”

Tony sighed. “You’re a spoilt brat!” he called out as Peter turned back and went for the shoes that were strewn across the living room, but he pulled out his phone and started tapping at it as he turned back in the direction of the workshop, and Peter knew that the rest of the evening would pass as they worked on his suit.


He could think of worse ways to spend his weekend.

Essays in Existentialism: Footy III

The morning was still muggy. August was unrelenting, not bothering to provide any sort of relief to the sweating city. The doors all swelled and creeked, while humid air did its damndest to infiltrate cold rooms and shops. Even before the sun came up, the sizzle in the streets was stifling and suffocating.

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A thing you probably don’t know about me is that sometimes I get in this mood where I don’t want to do anything but spend every spare moment binge-watching House, M.D. for several days at a time. I was on ep 2.15, “Clueless,” AKA that one where Wilson crashes at House’s place for a while, when inspiration struck and this Sterek drabble happened. Or… It’s almost 2k words, so maybe it’s a bit more than a drabble, BUT it’s still a drabble in spirit. (Rated T.)

It’s almost midnight when Derek finally shoulders on his coat, locks his office door, and steps out, only to spot Stiles crouched in front of the vending machine at the end of the hall, whacking the glass with the heel of his palm and muttering darkly.

Derek can’t just ignore him; he never can. (It’s a bit of a problem, and everyone in the hospital seems to know it, except for Stiles.) Before he knows it, he’s changed tracks and walked right over. “What are you still doing here?”

Stiles sits back on his heels to look up at him. “Bob ate my dollar and I’m feeling petty so I’m trying to get it back.”

“Bob?” Derek asks, a split second before he remembers that Stiles named the vending machine. It’s just this kind of thing that makes Derek feel guilty for sometimes looking at Stiles’ mouth a little too long, or pausing to let his eyes follow Stiles’ progress down the hall. Stiles isn’t a kid or anything, but he’s still only 26 to Derek’s 32, and he’s still got a year of residency to go. A lot of times, like when he’s jamming out to his iPod while he looks over lab work or doing stupid stuff like naming the vending machines, he seems to Derek more like a college kid than a grown man with a medical license and a house and a girlfriend.

Stiles goes back to hitting the vending machine, and Derek remembers why he originally came over here. “Didn’t your shift end at 7?”

Stiles smirks up at him, and Derek tries very, very hard not to imagine him making that same face in certain… other contexts. “What, you got my schedule memorized now, Dr. Hale? I’m flattered.”

It would make Derek’s life a lot easier if so much of what Stiles said didn’t come out sounding so flirtatious. Derek crosses his arms over his chest. “You’re deflecting.”

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Kim Jonghyun Mafia AU
  • like many of the other members of 101, you had gotten involved in 101 business due to your father’s involvement before you
  • your dad, who had passed away, had been one of the main managers of the drug flow through 101, but since you were fairly inexperienced, you entered the 101 as a runner (someone who delivers small amounts of drugs to people and collects the money)
  • the guy who replaced your dad, kim jonghyun, was apparently kind and forgiving, but you had yet to ever meet him for yourself
  • one time, the person you were delivering to got violent, insisting that you were asking for the wrong place
  • he’d shoved you and slapped you a couple times, but you’d managed to break free and run off, unable to complete the deal
  • not being able to collect the money/drop off the product was a big deal, and you were scared about what kim jonghyun might do
  • you returned back to the 101 hq, informing the correct person about what happened, and he sent you up to jonghyun’s office
  • you waited outside uncomfortably, pacing back and forth
  • finally, the person inside shouted “come in!”
  • you pushed the door, heart in your throat, and when you saw kim jonghyun for the first time, your heart beat even harder, but for an entirely different reason
  • you’d been expecting some crotchety old man to have replaced your father, but kim jonghyun was a young, extremely handsome 20-something, sitting at his desk in the crisp suit required of all 101 higher-ups, suit jacket slung over the back of his seat casually
  • stacks of papers surrounded him, and he pushed a file of papers aside to focus on you
  • you then noticed that he was frowning
  • “come in, sit down,” he said gently, gesturing to the seat across the table from him
  • you took the seat gingerly, watching the man in partial fear
  • “how did you get hurt?” he asked in concern, leaning on his elbows to get a closer look at you
  • your hand darted up to your face, wincing as your fingers touched slightly puffy, raw skin. apparently, the slap had left bruises
  • “did the pickup do that?” jonghyun asked again, this time a bit more sternly
  • “y-yeah,” you said quietly, unsure of what was to happen
  • “and you had no way of defending yourself?” he continued, frown growing deeper. “no gun, no weapon, no training?”
  • you shook your head and he cursed under his breath, reaching over to pick up the phone on his desk
  • “yah, kang dongho,” he snapped, running a hand through his inky black hair, “when you get new recruits, make sure you actually teach them how to fire a fucking gun before sending them my way.”
  • he hung up the phone and turned back to you
  • “are you alright?” he asked, “the guy didn’t try anything else, right? you don’t need a visit to the hospital?”
  • “no, no,” you replied, shaking your head, “he just shoved me around a bit, it’s no big deal.”
  • “well, we won’t be dealing to him again,” jonghyun informed you, “we don’t deal with pickups who think it’s okay to rough up our runners. but you,” jonghyun looked up at you, as though contemplating something, “you need to learn how to shoot a gun.”
  • you looked up at jonghyun in alarm, “i really don’t think that’s necessary,” you replied, “i’ll be fine.”
  • “well, you have the tattoo, right?” jonghyun raised his eyebrows as your fingers reached up, brushing over the 101 tattoo located right under your collarbone, “any true member of 101 should have a gun, i’m not sure why you weren’t taught.”
  • when dongho had brought you through the 101 initiation, he’d told you that he’d promised your father he’d do whatever it took to keep you from harming other people, which was why you were assigned as a runner instead of on a different team
  • but, jonghyun was your boss, and so you opted for not saying anything
  • “i’ll drive you up to the shooting range tomorrow,” jonghyun said, returning to the files he’d been working on, “get a good night’s rest
  • “thank you.” you replied, hurrying out of the room 
  • the next day, jonghyun picks you up from your apartment
  • despite his high ranking in 101, he’s definitely kind, but a bit quiet
  • most of the car ride was spent listening to the radio, and you were unsure how to make conversation
  • he pulled into the parking lot, showing you inside the small store that accompanied the range
  • after picking up the proper gear– glasses, earplugs and ear coverings, he disappeared into a back room, reappearing with two small, compact black handguns
  • first, he taught you how to load the gun, watching carefully as you followed his directions
  • then he took you over to one of the targets, instructing you on how to stand, where to hold the gun, hand placement and such
  • finally, he decided that it was time to actually fire
  • he shot a few rounds first, making sure that you understood exactly what to do before stepping aside
  • he took off the hat that he was hearing, handing it to you– it was important to wear a hat so that the ejected brass wouldn’t hit you in the face
  • after tugging the hat on, you positioned yourself, doing your best to listen to jonghyun’s advice
  • the kickback was intense, making you stumble a bit
  • jonghyun caught you by the shoulders, making sure you were okay
  • the first shot had completely missed, but as you spent more and more time shooting, you were able to consistently hit the target
  • “i think this is okay,” jonghyun said, once you were able to hit at least some part of the target 9/10 times. “i’m not looking for you to be able to kill people, just defend yourself.”
  • once you were done at the range, you drove back to the city, and jonghyun said that he’d buy some lunch quickly, feeling bad that he’d kept you for so long
  • the meal was nice, and you could tell that jonghyun was forcing himself to make conversation with you, despite him not being a super outspoken person
  • as with any conversation with another 101 member, the subject of how you got involved came up
  • you explained to him about your father and how you’d gotten dragged in due to your involvement
  • you’re deuce’s kid?” jonghyun was surprised that nobody had bothered to tell him that his former boss’s daughter was now working under him
  • you shrugged, eating another french fry, “it never came up, i guess.”
  • you returned to your usual jobs with a handgun tucked into your waistband 
  • jonghyun would periodically check in with you to make sure you were safe and okay
  • and every time, your heart would explode out of your chest
  • one night, you’re returning from a job when you get called up to the main office
  • kang daniel is lounging in his usual chair, ha sungwoon was investigating what books daniel had on his shelves, and jonghyun was pacing back and forth
  • “ah, (y/n)!” daniel smiled, gesturing for you to take a seat
  • he explained that there was a yakuza boss who had specifically requested to meet with 101, wanting to form a trade deal/pact
  • “why am i involved in this?” you frowned, crossing your arms
  • “yeah daniel, why is (y/n) involved in this?” jonghyun snapped, clearly upset at what was happening
  • daniel glared sharply at jonghyun
  • “you know the drug trade better than anyone at 101,” daniel said bluntly, “better than jonghyun. you grew up around the trade– you understand rates, you know the different traders in asia. you need to be present at this meeting.”
  • you sighed, pushing your hair back, “when is this meeting?”
  • “tomorrow,” daniel explained, “jonghyun will be acting as a front; there will be a camera placed on jonghyun’s body. you will be in the vehicle with sungwoon, directing jonghyun via in-ear.”
  • you contemplated the suggestion.
  • “why can’t i go to the meeting as well?” you asked, “wouldn’t jonghyun going alone be dangerous?”
  • “you’re not going,” jonghyun said firmly, “you just learned how to shoot a gun, this is going to be dangerous.”
  • you glared up at jonghyun momentarily before turning back to daniel, rolling your eyes
  • “fine, i’ll do it.”
  • soon, you found yourself sitting in the front seat of sungwoon’s car, laptop in between the two of you
  • one upside to staying in the car was that you were able to wear your sweats– jonghyun had to dress extremely nicely (when you saw him in his expensive suit and gelled hair, you’d almost passed out)
  • jonghyun walked into the hotel where the meeting was, letting himself be lead to the back room
  • “okay,” you began, eyes scanning over the scene, “i think they’ve replaced all hotel staff with their own people, but i’m not positive. the guy who just boarded the elevator definitely had a tattoo.”
  • jonghyun entered the room he’d been guided to, taking a seat across from akio, a prominent yakuza leader
  • akio began making his offer, smiling sleazily over at jonghyun
  • you listened closely, trying to pick out what exactly akio’s offer was
  • jonghyun pulled the contract towards him, scanning it
  • “wait, jonghyun, go back to the second page,” you said quickly, leaning forward to examine it.
  • “jonghyun, you need to get out of there, it’s a set-up,” you said urgently, “svt is behind this, they’re trying to get you to switch to akio so that they can take our current deals with other groups from us, since we would have switched allegiance. you need to leave,now,”
  • you watched worriedly as jonghyun did his best to refuse the offer, citing that he would need to consult with higher-ups
  • “how did you know?” sungwoon asked as he watched jonghyun quickly walk out of the room
  • “svt doesn’t have any drugs specialists,” you explained, watching anxiously as jonghyun sped through the halls of the hotel, “they sorted their offers by class, but they listed heroin under pharmaceutical, not as an opiod. the yakuza wouldn’t make a rookie mistake like that, and svt has been trying to corner 101′s hold on the drug market here for years.”
  • sungwoon whistled, nodding, “you really are deuce’s kid.”
  • jonghyun was able to make it out and sungwoon quickly pulled up to the hotel, picking him up
  • “thank you, (y/n),” jonghyun said breathlessly, quickly buckling his seatbelt as sungwoon pealed off, heading towards the 101 hq
  • after explaining the situation, several of the guys, including jonghyun, decided that they would go out for drinks, but you just decided to head home, feeling exhausted
  • it wasn’t hard for you to fall asleep, given how much you’d gone through that day, and you quickly drifted off
  • however, you were woken up by the sound of someone pressing your doorbell, making the loud rings echo through your apartment
  • groaning, you dragged yourself up, thinking maybe 101 had some kind of emergency
  • sure enough, jonghyun stood on your doorstep, but when you looked closely, he looked like he was about to fall asleep
  • “um, jonghyun?” you asked tentatively, staring at him in concern
  • jonghyun looked up at you, sighing
  • “you really are an angel,” he said with a small smile, ruffling his already messy hair, “you even answer the door at three in the morning.” you frowned, noticing how slurred his words were
  • “jonghyun, are you drunk?” 
  • “y-yeah,” jonghyun managed to get out, stumbling a bit 
  • sighing, you helped him into your apartment, sitting him down on your couch
  • you brought him a piece of toast and some water, watching in concern as he tried to dip the toast in the water– you’d never seen the quiet, closed off jonghyun act like this
  • “(y/n),” jonghyun began, looking over at you, “you know i really, really like you?” you stared back at the man in shock. “you’re really the perfect one for me, but you never seem to look my way.”
  • “just,” you shook your head, a million thoughts swirling, “just eat your bread so that we can sleep, jonghyun.”
  • jonghyun pouted at you before stuffing the entire slice of bread into his mouth
  • once he was less wasted, you made sure he was sleeping on his side, so that he wouldn’t vomit, before returning to sleep yourself
  • the next morning, you awoke to the sound of loud cursing and the faint smell of smoke
  • getting up, you raced out to the kitchen, where jonghyun was desperately fanning the toaster, billows of smoke coming from it
  • “um, jonghyun?” you asked carefully, trying to suppress a laugh
  • “ah, you’re awake,” he said sheepishly, “i wanted to make you breakfast, but i burned the toast, so now there’s only eggs.”
  • “it’s fine,” you laughed, grabbing the plate that was on the table, “we can just eat this, i don’t mind.”
  • the two of you ate in relative silence, until jonghyun set down his fork
  • “(y/n), I’m really sorry,” he sighed, “first i show up to your house drunk, and then I burn your toaster.”
  • you chuckled, “it’s fine, I’m just a bit unused to seeing you in this light.”
  • he groaned, ruffling his hair in embarrassment, “I really wasn’t planning on confessing to you drunk at three in the morning, though.”
  • you wrinkled your nose, glancing over at him, “you meant that?”
  • he turned a bit red, nodding, “yeah, I did,” he shrugged, “i do really like you, but i wanted to confess properly, not while I was wasted.”
  • “it was cute,” you replied with a grin, “i’ll accept, as long as you truly meant it.”
  • “actually?” jonghyun looked up at you happily with a wide smile, “you really are an angel.”

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Dean x Plus-Size!Reader

Word count: 4,087 (O_o jeebus, what even?)

Warnings: Fluff, insecurities, drunk guy being a creep.

Looked over/beta’d by the beautiful @anotherwaywardsister. Thank you!

Originally posted by frozen-delight

There was a trio of groans as you, Dean and Sam finally trudged through the motel room door, thuds echoing through the room with the tacky wallpaper as duffel bags were dropped to the floor. You’d just gotten done taking down a particularly nasty couple of Wendigo that had been taking couples in the surrounding towns every two weeks. They’d only caught onto the trail of it after some hikers had come across the cave where the first five couples’ bodies were kept and ran screaming for the cops. It took another good week before they’d eventually managed to find the two Wendigo and took them down, thankfully saving the other three couples that hung from the ceiling.

“I’ve got the shower first.” Dean grunted, shrugging off his jacket and throwing it over a nearby chair as he massaged the back of his neck.

“Y/N should get it, she took the hardest hit from that one Wendigo.” The brothers glanced over to you as you winced while sitting down on the bed, holding your leg where four large claw marks had torn through your pant leg. It was mostly superficial, but it still hurt. At least you wouldn’t need stitches.

“I’ll be fine. I just need to wrap it up.”

“I can do it. You can barely stand.” Dean offered.

“No!” You said quickly, a blush rising on your cheeks when Dean and Sam stared at you in confusion, and you stammered to backtrack. “I-I mean, it’s all right. You don’t have to, I’ll do it myself. Just…give me a few minutes and you can have the bathroom.” You scrambled to your feet, biting back the yelp of pain at jostling your leg too fast as you snatched up some clothes from your bag, and hurried into the bathroom with a slam of the door, not seeing the frown both men sported at your hasty retreat.

As soon as the door closed, you leaned back against it with your eyes closed as you tried to calm down. It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate it whenever the boys offered to to patch you up after the rougher hunts. You did, you really did. There was just the small problem of you never wanting them to see your skin if you could help it, not wanting to be embarrassed of the extra pounds and curves your carried on your body in front of them. Not when they were built like Greek Gods and knowing the kind of women they tended to prefer being around.

There was also the matter of your little crush on the elder Winchester brother. Okay, it was a huge crush. Oh, who were you kidding? You were head over heels in love with him.

You were startled out of your thoughts when a knock sounded on the door and Dean’s low, concerned timbre was heard.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

“Fine!” Your voice had come out as a nervous squeak and you cleared your throat before speaking again. “Fine. I’m fine, I promise.”

“Well, Sam’s gonna get some shut-eye but I’m gonna head to the bar after my shower if you feel like coming with.” You chewed on your lower lip nervously, thinking it over. “Y/N?”

“Yeah! Sorry, yeah. I’ll join you. I’ll be out in a few.” You heard Dean say something to Sam as he moved away from the door and you let out a deep sigh and shook your head, shuffling forward to strip and clean up the marks.  Ten minutes later, you slipped out from the bathroom dressed, only to bump into Dean.

“Whoa, easy there!” Dean chuckled, holding your arms to keep you from falling back. “Gotta look where you’re go – is that my shirt?” You jerked your gaze down and realized that you were, indeed, wearing his shirt. Granted, it was an old Led Zeppelin one that was a touch faded, but you had swiped it months ago because you figured Dean wouldn’t miss it and it was comfortable.

“U-Um, yeah. Sorry, do you want it back? I’ll change.” You moved to dart back into the bathroom, but Dean catching the bottom of the shirt stopped you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Dean smirked, tugging you back towards him and casually laying a hand on your hip. “I didn’t say I wanted it back. It just surprised me, that’s all.” You were pretty sure you forgot to breathe when Dean leaned forward to kiss your forehead, his lips seeming to linger a few seconds too long. “Besides, you look better in it than I do.” You stood there with a stunned expression while Dean left the room to take his shower, jumping a moment later when Sam spoke up. You almost forgot he had been in the room the entire time.

“You really should tell him, you know.” You whipped your head to look at him lying down under the covers of the bed nearest to the door, his head propped up on his hand as he stared at you.

“Tell him? Tell him what? I have no idea what you’re talking about, Sam.” Your voice was a little high and Sam grinned, knowing it was your tell-tale sign of lying.

“Whatever you say, Y/N. Just so you know, he “has no idea” what I’m talking about either.” Sam said, making little air quotes with his fingers and bringing a smile to your face at his implication before it fell.

“Thanks, Sam, but you and I both know he’d never like me that way. I’m not his type.” You were quiet as you spoke, not wanting Dean to hear you. Sam frowned at your words and you shook your head, plastering a fake smile on your face. “It’s all good. Tell Dean I’ll meet him at the bar and I’ll have a beer waiting for him.” You didn’t wait for a reply from him as you grabbed your coat and wallet and strode out of the room, closing the door quietly behind you to head for the bar that was thankfully within walking distance to the motel.


You were almost to the bar a few minutes later when your phone went off and you fished it out of your pocket, smiling a little when you saw it was a message from Dean.

Why’d you leave without me?

It’s not my fault you take forever in the bathroom. =p

Hey, I don’t roll out of bed looking this good!

You couldn’t help but laugh at that and typed back a response.

Yes, you do! You’re freakin’ gorgeous and you know it.

Your fingers froze over the keyboard when you realized exactly what you sent him and your heart rate picked up, worried that he’d catch on to your feelings for him. You swallowed nervously when you got a reply back and you opened it.

Well, who am I to argue with a beautiful woman? ;)

You narrowed your eyes at the words, not knowing whether to be flattered or suspicious. Was he flirting with you? Light, playful flirting and bantering between you two was nothing new, but you always chalked that up to it being his normal, charming attitude and you never took it to heart. This seemed to be his flirting cranked up to 100, something you never dreamed would be directed at you.

Uh, thanks…

You shook your head and put the phone away, going inside and ignoring your phone chiming again until you were standing in front of the bartender. You ordered two beers and two shots of whiskey, knowing you were going to need it if you were going to have to watch Dean flirting with anything in a skirt tonight. Your phone chimed twice as you sat down and you sighed, opening up the messages.

Did I say something wrong?

Y/N?

I’ll be at the bar in a couple of minutes. You better be there and not kidnapped or some shit.

Before you had a chance to answer him back, he burst through the bar door with a look of worry on his face, his eyes scanning the bar and only relaxing when his eyes finally landed on you.

“Hey, why didn’t you answer me?” He asked, sliding into the booth across from you, thanking you when you pushed the second beer in front of him.

“Sorry, I was getting the drinks.” Dean eyed the shots and he frowned.

“All right, what’s going on? You never order whiskey unless you’re annoyed. Did you really get that mad at what I said?” Your eyes were wide when you peered up at him.

“I’m not mad! You didn’t do anything wrong.” Your gaze dropped and you quickly knocked back the first shot, stopped from the second by his hand covering yours.

“Then why? Does this have to do with Sam saying you were upset when you left?” You closed your eyes and sighed. Sam and his big mouth.

“It’s nothing, Dean. Honestly. My leg just hurts, that’s all.” Dean gave you a suspicious glance and you jerked back when he slapped a hand on the table and stood up. “Dean?”

“Are you going to tell me the truth or do I have to play dirty?”

“You wouldn’t.” You gulped at the sly grin that appeared. “You’re bluffing.”

“Am I now?” Dean was gone before you could stop him and you cursed under your breath, wondering if you could escape before he came back. You went to slide out of the seat but froze when you caught Dean’s eye as he waited on the bartender, the look in his eyes clearly telling you ‘don’t you dare move’. You huffed and slumped back, burying your head in your folded arms on the table. You didn’t look up until you felt Dean drop down next to you and throw an arm around your shoulders as the sound of a glass clinking on the table seemed to echo in your ears.

You peeked up and glared at the large shot glass, holding the seemingly innocent-looking liquid but you knew it was a trap as it contained the drink you hated the most.

“Now, are you going to stop pretending you’re okay? Or do I have to go get a second one?”

“I hate you.” Dean just smiled. You shifted the glare to him. Damn him and his stupid, infuriatingly handsome, beautiful face. You shrunk back against Dean’s side further when he nudged the glass closer to you in a taunting manner like it was poison. “Fine!” You growled, folding your arms over your chest and Dean chuckled at you all but pouting.

“Well?” You took a deep breath and let it out slowly, rubbing your arm nervously. You glanced over his shoulder and gasped. “What?”

“They have pie!”

“What? Where?” Dean’s head snapped to the side when you pointed and you couldn’t help but giggle, as you escaped from the booth, at his frustrated grunt when he caught on. “Oh, no you don’t. Come back here.”

“No!” You squealed as Dean grabbed you around the waist and yanked you back into his lap, not giving you a second before he attacked your sides mercilessly.

“How dare you joke about pie?” He growled as you laughed, falling against him as you squirmed from the tickling. “Apologize!”

“I-I’m sorry!” You laughed. Dean smirked and decided to relent, giving you a chance to catch your breath, and he loved how flushed your face was and the genuine smile you wore.

“You’re too cute sometimes, you know that?” You calmed a bit at that and your face pinked as you ducked your head in embarrassment. He dropped a kiss to your head and grabbed your hand, pulling you up and out of the booth, pausing to knock back the other shot of whiskey. “Let’s go snag a pool table, have some fun. If your leg is up for it.”

“Are you?” You challenged, a surge of confidence hitting you, probably from the alcohol.

“You’re on, princess.”


You had to wait for a table but it wasn’t more than ten minutes and in no time, Dean was racking the pool balls while you stood, holding the pool cues. You absently rubbed your hurt leg and Dean caught the action.

“You sure your leg is all right to do this?”

“I’m fine. I took Tylenol before I wrapped it up.” He nodded.

“Good. What do you say we make this interesting then?” You raised a curious eyebrow.

“How so?” Dean flipped the plastic triangle in his hands after taking it from the set balls, setting it aside as he came to your side and took hold of his pool cue.

“The winner gets to ask for whatever they want from the loser.” You pursed your lips, guessing what he’d try to ask for.

“All right. What do you get if you win?” He looked you over and you couldn’t stop the slight shiver you felt.

“A kiss.”

“No wa – wait, what?” Dean’s laugh was deep as he leaned his hip against the pool table.

“Were you expecting me to ask for something else?”

“You…you want a kiss? From me?” He tilted his head, reminding you of Cas when he would do the same in confusion.

“Is there a reason why I wouldn’t?” You were baffled but figured if he wanted to do it, you’d enjoy it while it lasted. You shook your head and straightened up.

“Fine. If I win…” You tapped a finger to your chin in thought. “If I win, I get to take two of your shirts, no matter which ones, and keep them.”

“Deal.” Dean agreed. “You break.” You did a mock-curtsy and he smiled, throwing you a wink of confidence.

Ten minutes later, you were sure you were going to win as you only had two striped balls left and Dean had five solids left. That didn’t mean it wasn’t a fight to get to that point. Not because you and Dean were arguing, no. Every time he would pass you to line up a shot, you would feel his hand brush over some part of your body. Your hip, your back, your arm. You could’ve sworn you even felt him touch your ass at one point too. Each touch was driving you nuts but when you would go to say something, he would just give you an innocent look.

You took a deep breath and leaned forward, aiming to get the second to last ball in the side pocket. You pulled the cue back to hit the cue ball but froze when you felt hands roughly grab your hips and a body press against yours. You gulped and tried to turn and get away but the hands tightened their grip. The only reason why you knew it wasn’t Dean was because he was storming in your direction, a look of anger on his face.

“Hey darlin’, how ‘bout you ditch this loser an’ come home with me?” You cringed as the rank smell of alcohol washed over your senses when he pulled you close and tried to kiss you.

“Hey!” Dean barked out and the man looked up only to see Dean’s fist coming towards his face.

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“Get your hands off her, asshat!” You stumbled a little as the punch knocked the man away from you to fall over a table and you quickly skirted away into Dean’s arms. “You okay, Y/N?” He asked, glaring at the drunken man trying to pick himself up off the floor. You nodded, hiding your face in his chest, getting a big whiff of his cologne along with the leather of his jacket as he held the back of your head. “Do you want to leave?” His chest rumbled lightly as he spoke and you took a step back while shaking your head.

“No, I’m okay. Thank you, Dean.” Dean smiled and kissed your forehead. The smile was gone in a second when you both heard the drunk mutter “fat bitch” with a slur to his words and you had to grip Dean’s jacket to keep him from lunging after him and pummeling him with the cue stick. “Don’t! He’s not worth it!” You could see the veins in his neck pop as he strained to hold himself back and he looked down at you.

“I know he isn’t, but you are.” Your eyes went wide before a shy smile tugged at your lips, leaning up on your toes to kiss his cheek. He blinked in surprise and his cheeks brightened just enough to make his freckles stand out. “What was that for?”

“No reason.” You didn’t realize he had kept his arms around you until he let go once the drunk had staggered off, unintelligible words spilling from his mouth.

“Well, if you want to stay, do you feel up to finishing the game?” You nodded, settling back into the playful mood. In no time, every ball was sunk except the 8 ball that sat between the corner and middle pockets, sitting right against the edge. “Make sure you don’t miss, sweetheart.” He teased, winking at you playfully.

“Kiss your shirts goodbye.” You giggled, taking your shot. You huffed a second later when the black ball bounced off of the corner of the pocket and rolled away, leaving it wide open for Dean to sink it in the opposite corner, ending the game. Dean grinned at your pout as he discarded the cue sticks and threw his arm over your shoulder. “The game was rigged, I tell you.” You joked and Dean laughed.

“Either way, I still won.” You blushed when you remembered what his “prize” would be. “But I’ll be nice and still let you take my shirts anyway.”

“You don’t have to.” You protested as Dean let go of you long enough to throw down some cash on the table you’d been at and walked out of the bar with you, his arm around you again.

“I told you that you look better in them. So which ones do you want?” You were quiet as you thought while the both of you walked, absentmindedly slipping your arm around his waist and he hugged you closer to his side in response.

“Well…how about your black Henley and…that red, grey and white plaid shirt?” You finally decided as the two of you were approaching the motel, the Impala within view.

“I actually thought you’d go after that red shirt.”

“Your red Carhartt? I wouldn’t take that one.” Dean stopped the two of you when you were near Baby.

“How come?”

“Because I like seeing you wear it.” You stared at the car, biting your lip. Your gaze was brought back to his when he cupped your face in his hand. You swallowed nervously when he brought his thumb up to your bottom lip, pulling it free from your teeth.

“I guess I’ll have to wear it more often then.” He murmured. You sucked in a sharp breath when he slowly backed you up against the driver’s door, his gaze flicking from your eyes to your lips and back. He must have sensed your nervousness as his features softened and grabbed your hand to squeeze it. “I won’t do anything you’re not okay with, Y/N.” You squeezed his hand back as your eyes locked with his, the emerald irises a darker shade than usual.

You reached your other hand up and Dean held your waist as your fingertips traced over his full, soft lips with a feather-light touch. His mouth parted slightly and your heart beat a little faster when he kissed your fingers. You visibly swallowed when Dean moved your hand away and leaned closer, inches apart and his hand sliding up your arm to cup around the back of your neck.

You thought your heart would tear out of your chest as he dragged his thumb along your jaw to your chin, tilting your head up a little, his other hand coming to wrap around your waist. Apple green eyes locked to yours, silently asking for permission, and you licked your lips before nodding.

You weren’t going to lie. You had half expected him to just launch right into a rough kiss but you were glad to be wrong when the first kiss between you was nothing more than a gentle brush of his lips to yours, your eyes fluttering shut. Your body was buzzing as Dean’s arm around your waist tightened, holding you flush against him while he kissed you and you held onto his shoulders. Your face carried a light blush when he pulled back a few moments later.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while now.” He confessed and your brows furrowed.

“You have?” Dean frowned lightly.

“Why do I get the feeling you don’t believe me?” You sighed, cursing yourself for ruining the moment.

“Because I’m…well, me.” Dean didn’t bat an eye.

“I’m failing to see the problem here, darlin’.”

“The problem is this!” He was confused until you gestured to your own body. “My body, Dean! I know the types you go after and I don’t fit it at all. I’m too soft and full-figured so –”

“So, what? You think that was just a pity kiss?” You went quiet and Dean huffed, tightening his grip on your neck to yank you forward and crash your mouths together, startling you. You moaned softly as his tongue danced with yours, letting you taste the whiskey from before and a hint of mint as you returned the kiss. It was over before you realized what had happened and you blinked your eyes open slowly as both of you breathed a little harder. “I would never do that to you. I wouldn’t treat you like that.”

“Dean…” He shook his head, bringing his hands up to hold your face.

“No. I’m tired of you not believing me when I tell you how beautiful you are. You are one of the most amazing, caring, hilarious, beautiful badass women I’ve ever known. I’ve seen you take down three vampires at once, put both me and Sam in our place when we’ve been in the wrong and seen just how damn adorable you are when you’re sick as hell.” You felt tears in your eyes and Dean’s confidence seemed to falter for the briefest of moments. “How else would I love you?” Your mouth fell open in shock.

“You – I – uh – wait, what?” You mentally smacked yourself in the face after that. ‘Real eloquent there, Sherlock.’ You mocked yourself, shaking your head. “You love me?” Dean laughed and you could hear he was a touch nervous.

“Baby, I’ve been in love with you since you ordered us to sit down and shut up and let you make us a home-cooked meal – with that glorious pie, of course – before we left your house after saving you. You didn’t see the look on Sam’s face as I was trying to figure out whether to laugh or grab you and never let you go.” You smiled at the memory, remembering the way Dean had hovered near you the entire time you were making the pie, like an excited kid waiting for a present.

“I was surprised you didn’t choke, you inhaled it so fast. I couldn’t help but wonder where you put it all.” You teased, poking his stomach and making him chuckle as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“It’s a secret.” You smiled again. “Believe me – and you can ask Sam – when we got in the car to leave, I turned to him and told him, ‘Sammy, I gotta marry that girl someday’. He teased me, saying I only wanted you for your food.” You couldn’t describe how elated you felt and Dean knew it had been worth it to tell you when your face lit up with happiness.

“I do make a mean burger.” Dean snorted and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“That you do, sweetheart.”

“Dean?” He raised a brow in question and you grinned. “I love you too.” Dean mirrored the grin and you giggled as he swept you up in another kiss, squishing you against the car.

“Good.” He said when you parted and you looked up at him only to inhale sharply at the sight of a smirk on his lips and his eyes darkening. You squeaked when he slid his hands down your sides to rest on your ass and gave it a playful squeeze. “Because we’ve got a lot of time to make up for.”