aw look at how vulnerable he is ; ;

anonymous asked:

Can you do a prompt where Magnus and Alec are doing the rune thing that jace and the girl were doing so I can focus on malec instead lmao

ok so i thought very long and hard about how to write this, so i hope you like it as much as i do


There was barely light in the room, but what little light there was reflected off Alec in the most wondrous of ways. Magnus took it all in, lying on his side, staring at Alec without shame. He was taking nothing for granted. Alec was lying on his back rather than his side, with his head turned so he could look back at Magnus. Every once and a while, Alec’s eyelids would flutter, shutting for a few brief moments before he would open them again. His lips would part and he would press Magnus’ hand to his chest over his heart, and breathe so gently. 

It was the most magical thing Magnus ever experienced, these moments, and that was saying a lot considering he was a warlock. 

The after-sex feeling was not one that Magnus enjoyed or hated. In his experience, it really depended on who you were with, how you felt, and how good the sex was. There were a lot of things to be taken into account in the effects of the afterglow of sex. 

It had never been like this before. Not once. 

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[request prompt: Um hello! I was wondering if you could write a Peter x plus size/chubby reader? The reader always stands up for him against the bullies only to go on to say pretty mean things about herself. Maybe Peter doesn’t mind that she’s bigger than him, maybe he finds her cute and soft? Idk I’m sorry. I’m just having a crummy day where I’m having trouble loving my body 😞]

here’s a very relatable story ❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙 we all have our crummy days, but I just hope you all know that we’re all just different types of beautiful ♡

You don’t have to be any other way than what you are to be known as beautiful ♡

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Concept 4:

Stiles is drunk. The party slides around him in washes of color and sound– everything transient, nothing sticking. Bass thumps in his eardrums, turning his stomach. Derek appears as a blessing, half out the door before he even makes it through the foyer, but still the most solid thing Stiles has seen all night.

“I hate this,” Stiles whispers, his breath hot against Derek’s sensitive ear. “You’re the only person here worth talking to.”

“Okay,” Derek says, his hand settling solid and reassuring on Stiles’ hip. “So let’s go somewhere that isn’t here.”

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“What were you even doing there?” Stiles peers at Derek curiously over the rim of his mug. The coffee isn’t quite strong enough to dissolve tooth enamel, but coupled with the brisk walk from the rave to the diner, it’s doing wonders for counteracting his buzz. “A warehouse party isn’t really your scene.”

Derek shrugs, placidly plowing his way through a mountain-high portion of chicken souvlaki. His knees keeps knocking against Stiles’ under the chipped Formica tabletop, and Stiles can’t find it in himself to pretend to mind.

“Didn’t really look like your scene, either,” Derek says, meeting Stiles’ gaze unblinkingly. His wackadoo eyes make Stiles’ head spin, and it’s easy to blame it on the booze. Bourbon, Stiles thinks admonishingly. When will you learn that bourbon is not your friend.

“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” he huffs, darting his hand across the table to snatch a few of Derek’s fries, nearly knocking a glass of water over in the process. Derek rolls his eyes heavenward with a sigh, and then rotates his plate so that the truly impressive mound of deep fried potato is facing Stilinskiwards. Stiles bites down on a victorious whoop, and grabs another handful to cram into his mouth.

Derek watches him chew happily, his ridiculous eyebrows drawn together in the expression Stiles has categorized as “exasperated but fond.” It’s much preferred to the look that Stiles used to get, which was better classified as “imminent manslaughter”.

“So, this is nice,” Stiles begins, at the same time Derek sets down his fork and says, “Scott told me about your fight.”

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Best of Wives & Best of Women Part 2

 Lin-Manuel x Reader

Part two requested by @whovianwriter  (part one here)

words: 3,006 holy crap im so sorry

warnings: a few swear words

a/n: yOU GUYS. 100+ followers, thank you so much, I love you ALL! In honor of you guys and @whovianwriter and her request, here is Best of Wives & Best of Women part two. Hope you all like it :) So sorry if this isn’t what you were expecting, I did my best sticking to your request! Don’t hate me! 

 (I don’t own any of the music lyrics mentioned here, all lyrics belong to the one and only!)

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Love Bug

Warnings: sick

Genre: Fluff

Rating: G

Word count: 2k

Prompt: Dan gets really sick and Phil has to take care of him and maybe it’s a punk!Phil Pastel!Dan AU (or not, just an idea) and it’s just really fluffy

A/N: hello I really hope you enjoy this! I whipped it up super quick so I hope it’s not terrible.

As soon as Dan woke up he knew something was wrong. His neck ached and his ears felt clogged like he was miles up in the air. It was hard enough to get up for school each morning but now he wasn’t feeling well it was nearly impossible for him to even roll over and grasp his phone off of the night stand. He knew though that Phil would be leaving soon to pick him up for school and he didn’t want Phil showing up for nothing so he reached behind himself blindly and grabbed his phone and called Phil. He listened to it ring and smiled a little when his phone clicked and he heard Phil’s smooth voice greet him.

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The Slasher of South Hill

A/N: A request from @dakota-dream for one where the reader’s father is a notorious serial killer (much like Ashley) and she doesn’t tell anyone (unlike Ashley, lol). One day, the case gets brought up again, because although her father is in prison, it is believed he may have a partner who has started up again. Although the two aren’t romantically involved, Spencer is right there comforting her and all that good shit. LOL @coveofmemories

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The only one on the immediate team that knew was Hotch - and he had to know because of the background check you’d undergone when you started. You remember begging him not to tell anyone.

“What happens if it comes up?” he asked.

You mean someday someone might just come right out and ask, hey, Y/N, is your father a homicidal maniac? “You think that’s just going to come up in conversation, Hotch?” you said with a taut smile. “I don’t think it’s going to come up. If god forbid, someday, something comes about that leads us as a team back to my father, then I’ll come clean, but until that point, I really don’t feel like announcing that kind of information. Like, hello, my name is Y/N, and my father killed 10 women while I was in high school. Kind of a conversation killer.”

He smiled at your starkness. “I’ll of course keep it to myself, but just so you know, I’m sure everyone would be able to separate you from your father. You’re not the same.”

“No,” you said. Thank fucking god for that. “But I am who I am because of the disgusting and despicable things he did. And I really hate the idea of being associated with him. Hence the last name change.” As soon as you turned 18, you legally changed your last name to your mother’s maiden name. It was kind of an old lady last name, but it was sure as shit better than being associated with your father in any way. 

He nodded your way - a silent affirmation that he would keep your deep, dark secret. As you left the office that day, you though that with any luck, nothing would ever lead the team back to your father and that way you’d never have to tell anyone about what he was doing in your neighborhood as you were asleep in your bed.

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But now…

Now, as you stared at the TV screen, you took in the images before you, thinking how similar the two women looked to your father’s victims. 

Your grandmother, his father, had tried to abort him when she was pregnant. She claimed she knew her child would be evil. But the failed attempt led her to give birth at eight months, and it was a troublesome birth at that. The cord was wrapped around his neck for an extended period of time. Honestly, your father probably didn’t stand a chance with the genes he’d inherited, the house he grew up in, and the traumatic birth he’d suffered. Even before he was born, his surroundings spelled serial killer.

While you were going to school and playing soccer, unaware of the insane bullshit that was about to unfold, your father was killing ten women in your neighborhood and the surrounding areas that looked an awful lot like your grandmother did when she was young. Your father’s case was so oedipal is was cliche. 

As a home security installer, he had the best access anyone could possibly have. At the drop of a hat, he knew what women were vulnerable, how he could get into their homes, how long he could be there without getting caught, and so, could fully prepare whatever he needed to bring to their homes so he could torture them. Once inside, 100 positive that he wouldn’t be interrupted by anyone, he knocked the women out and tied them down to a bed, waiting for them to wake before he started his sadistic routine. First, he would make small cuts on their bodies with an extremely sharp knife - not enough to draw much blood, but enough to painful. You remember hearing a recording of one of his prison tapes where he said how that was always his favorite part, when they realized they would never make it out of their ordeal alive. It always happened quickly, but it was the part that made him the happiest. He would increase the depth and length of his cuts until the women were begging for death at which point he’d strangle them. After they were gone, he’d open them up, taking the reproductive organs as trophies. When he’d been caught, he proudly showed the authorities the ten jars he’d kept, the organs perfectly preserved so he could look at them whenever he wanted.

“Our two victims are suburban women, cut pre-mortem, strangled to death and then opened up post-mortem,” Hotch said. “The reproductive organs were removed.” When he looked at you, you could feel it. This would be the moment you’d have to share your deep, dark secret. The similarities were too much for this to be a coincidence.

As Spencer looked on, taking in each and every gory detail of the victims, he said what you’d hoped he wouldn’t. “The torture beforehand, the cause of death and the removal of the organs, plus the look of the victims make this look very much like the case of Kenneth Stanford, The Slasher of South Hill.”

Everyone started spewing out theories and possibilities as you sat there quietly, trying to build up the courage to say what you needed to say. Once you had, you gave Hotch a look. “Anything to add, Y/N?”

“You all know me as Y/F/N Y/L/N, but that’s my mother’s maiden name. Until I was 18, I was a Stanford. The Slasher of South Hill is my father.”

Kiss Me Better (8/?)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Loki x BFF!Reader

Word Count: 739

Summary: Hungry Bucky

Warnings: None.

A/N: Be nice to people with service jobs. The pay isn’t enough to have to deal with rude patrons.

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You knew you were in for trouble when the server offered you a booster seat for Bucky. You politely declined and asked for a booth in the back, pleased to see he would be able to eat comfortably sitting on his knees. Both of you sat on the same side, wanting to keep all the exits in sight. The server handed you your menu, and you grimaced when she handed him a kid’s menu. He frowned, but took it quietly.

“What can I get you to drink?”

You looked over at Bucky, indicating him to go first. Rather than speak up, he grabbed the sleeve of your shirt, pulling you down to his level to whisper in your ear. “Ok. Do you want ice?” He thought for a moment, and nodded. “We’ll take two lemonades, please.”

When the server left, Bucky shoved his menu to the other side of the table and scooted closer as you set yours between the two of you. He looked happy when you reached the burger section, and pointed right at a large looking cheeseburger stacked with bacon. “I want it. I want a…” You waited patiently for him to find the right words. Again, you wondered how much Loki’s spell affected him. “Dis,” he’d flipped a few pages back to the salads, and pointed.

“Avocado?”

“Yes, but is smushy.” 

The server returned with your drinks, “You ready to order, hon?”

“Yes, thank you. He’d like the bacon cheeseburger with guacamole, please. And I’ll-” 

“I’m sorry, but that burger isn’t available on the kids menu.” 

You shut your eyes and took a deep breath, realizing this was going to be yet another confrontation. 

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Wooseok As A Boyfriend

- Where do I begin, your are dating a giant teddy bear from Costco that went through a pimp my ride sort of transformation. Huge and looks tough but is actually super soft and cuddly aw and will just show how soft he really is naturally when you two are together.

-Both manly and “vulnerable” in a way? Manly when it comes to making sure you are safe when walking down the street (will tightly hold your hand and keep you away from cars) or being there to guard you off perverts in the subway or just defend you at all times. As To Being Vulnerable he will become sort of needy -for example, when he’s stressed,he will come up to you and sulk as if he’s saying ‘please hug me I need you right now.’ You could be watching tv and if he needed your affection and attention he will lay his head on your lap and snuggle his face into your stomach area. 

-Loves to take you to eat a late night dinner with Yuto and it’s a blast together because they are a pair of jokesters. Yuto will become your best friend as well! You’ll go bowling and to the movies all together and it will be a blast, however when on dates, you and Wooseok will be holding hands at the mall and sharing frozen yogurt or walking around the busy shopping streets of hongdae (doesn’t like buying one frozen yogurt each because he wants you to feed him). Ends up eating most of it. “BABE WE SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN A LARGE.” “THAT WAS THE LARGE.“ “Anyways let’s go back to get one more.”

 -Takes you to the dorm and you always end up staying there for too long because he loves to cuddle while playing games or you playing video games with him and Yuto. Hates eating dinner without you so expect him to make excuses for you to stay until 10pm. “It’s already around dinner time, if you leave now you’ll be eating late and that won’t be good for your stomach, we need to protect your health.” Will walk you safely to the subway afterward so he knows you’ll get home safe. Texts you as soon as you part from each other and will text you until he falls asleep, late night conversations are always about the most random and unimportant things. We should raise a panda together or a giraffe.“

-Has to make sure everyone knows you’re his girl and he’s your boyfriend. Hates you doing stuff without him. Will look at your Instagram and twitter feed alot when he misses you. Looks at your instagram pics over and over again, if he could like them a million times he would. Randomly likes a pic from 20 weeks ago like wow Wooseok you sure did some digging.  Shows off your pics to Yuto and the other members. “Look how cute she is, why am I not in this pic ugh.” When you do get to spend time together he will make sure your instagram is stocked with pics of you and him. “Make sure you write ‘taken’ on your info description box.”

-Really sweet when you two make love- that’s when he’s the softest and most caring. Every touch is filled with care and always gentle as f***. Butterfly Kisses you from head to toe and will want to pleasure you for a long time during foreplay before the real deal. Loves you being on top of him. Wakes up in bed with you staring at your profile while you’re still asleep. Takes candid bed pics but keeps it to himself ofc. 

-Overall A very cute cute boyfriend. Loves you alot even when he’s jealous and pouty. Never wants to fight with you and if you do fight, he will be the first to apologize, making it up to you by doing some cringey aegyo. Keep him long enough and you will have a whole mixtape dedicated to you.

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anonymous asked:

Hey! I simply adore your writing probanly read the boom crash series like 5 times already! So hopefully if I am not to late we can have some Shiro being protective of Lance?

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“Shiro, can you talk to Lance?” Hunk’s voice was worried, and Shiro looked up from his reading in immediate concern.

“Of course. Where is he? What’s up?”

Hunk walked into his room and started pacing back and forth, his fists in front of his stomach, knuckles rubbing together anxiously. He spoke very fast, but very clear, and Shiro’s stomach knotted up as he listened. “I don’t know. I mean, I don’t know what’s up, but I do know where he is. He’s hiding in Blue, been there for two hours. Usually that wouldn’t be a big deal, but I’m pretty sure I saw tears on his face when he ran through the hangar and shut himself in there. I tried to get him to come out or talk to me, but he says I can’t help and he just needs to be alone. So then I went to see if I could figure out what happened, and Pidge was in her lab all upset too, and she said she said something mean to Lance. She didn’t want to talk about it and told me to go away, but I think she feels guilty so she’ll probably come around. So I was hoping maybe Lance would talk to you, because he’ll talk to you if he’ll talk to anyone, and I’ll try to work on Pidge and bring her around, and maybe we can fix this?”

He stopped pacing and looked at Shiro head on, a hopeful look on his face. Shiro stood up at once and nodded, his lips pressed grimly together, an uncomfortable warmth igniting in his heart. He knew Lance had been feeling more down than usual in the last few days, missing his family, but hanging out with Pidge and Hunk usually helped him deal. It surprised Shiro how angry he felt now, at the realization that Pidge had hurt instead of helped.

“Excellent idea,” he said briskly. “You talk to Pidge, and I’ll go to Lance. I don’t think I would be very kind if I talked to Pidge right now, but I’m sure you’re the right man for the job.” Hunk looked confused, but Shiro just clapped his shoulder and left the room, jogging as soon as he hit the hall.

Blue’s barrier was up, but Shiro barely had to touch it before it fell. Seemed like Blue agreed with Hunk that Shiro was the best choice for this. He jogged up the ramp and found Lance in the cockpit. He wasn’t even sitting in his pilot chair, but was curled up in a ball in the corner with his face pressed to his knees. He didn’t look up at Shiro’s entrance, probably because he didn’t want him to see how hard he’d been crying.

“Aw, Lance.” Shiro fell to his knees beside him with a hefty sigh. He hated seeing any of the other paladins hurting, but sometimes it seemed like Lance could be the most vulnerable, the most fragile, the most in need of protection. Not physically, but emotionally. The worst thing about this situation was that one of Lance’s teammates, someone he considered family, had hurt him this time and not some outside force that Shiro could cut down with his arm or Keith could burn up with fire or Hunk could blast away with his cannon.

“C'mon, buddy.” Shiro reached out and laid his hands on Lance’s arms, then rubbed up and down in an attempt to warm him. Lance shivered under his touch, but didn’t otherwise respond. “I need you to talk to me, kiddo. Hunk said Pidge said something mean to you. Can you tell me what it was?”

Lance shook his head. “It wasn’t that big a deal,” he croaked. “I shouldn’t be this upset about it.”

“Lance, no,” Shiro scooted a little closer, encouraged that at least Lance was talking. “It’s okay to be upset by someone’s words, especially someone you trust. Can you tell me at least something about why you’re sad?”

Lance rolled his head over and looked at Shiro with one eye. Shiro wasn’t surprised to see that it was rimmed with red and tears were clumping his eyelashes. “It’s not Pidge’s fault. Don’t be mad at her.”

Shiro clenched his teeth. “I’m not mad at Pidge.”

Lance gave him a skeptical blink. “Yes, you are.”

Shiro’s hand had clenched into a fist, and he deliberately loosened it. “C'mon, don’t talk to me about Pidge. Tell me about yourself.”

Lance’s face screwed up, what Shiro could see of it, and he hid against his knees again. “I’m…I’m annoying. I’m a bother. I make people angry just by being myself.” He was breaking down as he spoke, falling back into helpless tears, and Shiro could only watch in dismay. “I’m a nuisance, and I don’t belong here, and I don’t want to be here, and I’m sorry, Shiro, I’m sorry, but it’s the truth, and I can’t help feeling bad about it…”

“Lance, Lance, no no no.” Shiro’s heart felt like it was turning to ash in his chest. He surged forward and pulled Lance into his arms, muffling his sobs against his own chest. Lance leaned into him limply and tried to choke it all back, but he couldn’t. “Lance, what makes you think you’re annoying? Did Pidge say that?”

“No, I mean, not really, that wasn’t… I was pestering her, Shiro, it’s true, Hunk was busy doing the engineering thing with those natives, and I wanted to do something with Pidge, but she didn’t want to, and I sh-should have l-left it alone, but I d-didn’t…”

Shiro sighed and rocked him a little. “You didn’t just tell her that you were lonely and homesick?”

Lance scoffed wetly. “No-o, I c-can’t just come out and say things like that…”

“Right.” Shiro sifted his fingers through Lance’s hair and looked at the ceiling as if he might find answers there. Seemed like Lance and Pidge had been working at cross-purposes and misunderstanding each other again. In normal circumstances they probably would have made up on their own in about five minutes, like any pair of temptuous childhood friends who declared that they hated each other one day and loved each other the next.

“You’re not gonna tell me what Pidge said that upset you so much?”

Lance shook his head against Shiro’s chest. Shiro blew out a breath. “Okay, then, I’ll just have to go ask Pidge.”

Lance’s fingers tightened in his shirt, and Shiro chuckled and rubbed his back. “No, I’m not gonna leave you. You’re coming with me.”

Lance groaned. “Don’t wanna…”

“Come on, buddy. The longer you two leave it, the worse it will be. Better to make up now. Hunk told me that Pidge is really upset, too. She already feels bad about what she said, but she’s too proud to chase you down. So we’ll go to her, okay? C'mon. I’ll be with you the whole way. Everything will be fine.”

Lance let out a mournful sigh, but let Shiro lever him to his feet. They walked out of Blue together, Shiro’s arm around Lance’s torso, Lance half-hiding his face behind Shiro’s shoulder like a shy toddler hiding behind an adult’s leg. Sometimes, Shiro reflected, these kids were a little too much like kids.

Somehow, he loved them anyway.

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He’s The One *Cristiano Ronaldo imagine*

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I looked at my brothers and father and sighed. “Alright, alright I’ll bring him over”I said

My brothers gave me a smile, “Great, we just want to make sure that he knows who he’s really dealing with” My oldest brother Carter said

His twin Kelvin nodded his head, “Yeah I mean the things we hear about him psh he might need to be introduced to Mikey” He said 

My eyes widened and I looked over to my Dad, “Daddy can you please tell them to stop” I said 

My father gave me a smile, “Y/N, now you know you’re my only baby girl and their only sister, the boys and I want to make sure he’s right for you” He said

I sighed, “I know that Daddy but can we leave cousin Mikey out” I said

My Dad laughed, “We’ll leave Mikey out, unless necessary” 

I chuckled giving my Dad a kiss on his cheek, “Thank you Daddy” 

As you could pretty much conjure up, my boyfriend of about 8 months was meeting my family this weekend. And to say I wasn’t nervous or worried on how everything was going to go was an understatement. 

First of all I was the only girl in the immediate family. I have five older brothers, Carter and his Twin Kelvin, then Jamal , Andree , and lastly Donte and on top of that for some reason God thought I didn’t have enough testosterone around me so most of my cousins are also men.

So you could see why I’m nervous and scared for my boyfriend Cristiano to be introduced to my family, and seeing that they all know about him from blogs and other gossip sites.

I sighed walking upstairs to my room, and as if right on que my phone began ringing. I chuckled, answering it, “Hello Ronaldo” I said 

Cristiano chuckled, “Hey baby girl, what’d they say?” 

“They agreed but you might have to work for any type of approval” I said chuckling

“I wouldn’t expect them to just give in” He said

I chuckled, “We’re actually having this little family lunch Saturday, it’s just a casual thing” I said stressing the word Casual

Cristiano laughed, “I get it casual” 

“Yeah not your casual but like actual casual” 

Cristiano and I talked on the phone for a little while longer before eventually hanging up. 

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“Yo stop buggin me with a comb” Andree said swatting my hand away

I gave him a blank stare, “Andree can you please” 

He shook his head, “Aye! Kelvin come and get your little sister” He said holding me away

I looked over to my dred-headed brother in despair, “Kel” I whined

Kelvin chuckled, “Not my deal” 

I groaned, “Listen Y/N I don’t know why you’re trying to dress us up shouldn’t you be doing this for your boy?” Donte asked

“Y/N someones here for you” My Dad yelled from downstairs

I raised an eyebrow before making my way downstairs, I smiled seeing Cristiano at the door. “Hey you” I said giving him a hug 

He smiled, I turned to my Dad giving him a smile. “Daddy this is Cristiano, Cristiano this is my father Matthew” I said 

Cristiano and my Dad shook hands, and My Dad looked him up and down. He didn’t get to say anything as the wave of other testosterone came down the stairs. Cristiano looked at them with an eyebrow, I chuckled. 

“And these are my brothers” I said 

Cristiano looked at me for a second, “These are all your brothers?” He asked seeming shocked

I chuckled nodding my head, “Yeah all of these are my brothers” 

“Wow” He muttered

I nodded, “These are the oldest two, Carter and Kelvin, Carter’s older though. Then there’s Jamal, Andree and Donte” I said 

Cristiano gave them a smile and shook all of their hands, “Nice to meet you guys” He said

The boys looked at him up and down before Carter spoke, “Likewise” 

“Well come on why don’t we go sit down?” I said

The boys turned around with Donte and Andree pushing each other to get to their seats. I rolled my eyes, “You guys c’mon can’t we be decent” I called out

My Dad laughed, “Y/N honey they’ll never changed” 

I chuckled and we sat down Cristiano next to me, instantly the talking began. “So Cristiano what do you plan to do with our sister?” Jamal asked

I looked over to him, “Jamal”

Cristiano chuckled, “It’s alright, and to answer your question I plan on loving her” He said

Donte made a face, “That’s gross”

I chuckled as Andree hit him in the side, “You’re completely done with what’s her face right?” Kelvin asked

“Irina? Yes completely”

Oh and if you think my older brothers stopped there they didn’t, trust me when I tell you that they literally asked every question in the book. “Have you two had sex yet?” Donte asked

My eyes widened, “Donte are you trying to give our father a heart-attack?”I asked

My Father looked at us, “Have you?” 

Cristiano chuckled, “No sir we haven’t” Lie.

“Good and I’d like to keep it that way if you could” My Dad said 

Kelvin raised his hand, “I have one question” He said

We turned towards him and I’d already given him my exasperated look a while ago, “Kel” I whined

Cristiano gave him a smile chuckling, “Babe he’s fine, go on” 

Kelvin pointed towards him, “Your son, has he met Y/N yet?”

“SON?” My Dad said

I sighed, “Uh yes sir I have a son” Cristiano answered

He nodded, “Just you alone no one else is helping you raise him?” 

“Well Y/N helps also, she spends time with him and we go out to the arcade every now and then” 

My Father nodded his head, “I’m gonna go to the kitchen please don’t grill him anymore than you have already” I said standing

Carter chuckled, “No promises baby sister” 

I sighed, walking into the kitchen but just as I was on my way out I stopped to listen to their conversation before jumping into it. “Look son I’m sorry that we’re so hard on you” My Father started, “But you have to understand she’s the only girl and the youngest in our family” Kelvin continued

“Exactly, she’s our baby sister and the most naive and vulnerable person we know, we just don’t want to see her get hurt” Carter said

I watched as Cristiano nodded his head giving them a smile, “I understand, that I’m the same with my cousin who’s like a sister to me. So I completely understand how you’re feeling, and I would never hurt Y/N ever in my life” He said

I smiled, the guys nodded their heads and then did that whole guy handshake thing before smiling and talking a little more. I chuckled walking out, “Aw look at all my guys together and smiling” I said 

Cristiano chuckled, “And look at our girl”

Remember when Ichabod was serious and had actual interesting background tied into the plot and history, instead of being solely a comic relief with little standing in the story on his own

Remember when Abbie was just entering a whole new world beyond her understanding, allowing us to see it through her, but facing it head on and overcoming any challenges she faces, instead of being pushed into the background of her own show

Remember how she would poke fun at the wound up Ichabod, and she was the only one who could do that, even at his most vulnerable, but she was still the one he opened up to? Instead of them having random conversations whenever they managed to have time on screen together

Remember the dynamic with Captain Irving, ex-lover Morales, pining angsty Andy, and others before they left to make room for awful forced family drama?

Remember the goose bumps you would get once the music started building up and Abbie and Ichabod just gave each other a look, meant only for the other, and you knew it was gonna be an adventure?

Season 1 was magic. And I will forever be upset by the lost potential.

Who’s Your Daddy?

Request: Can I have a daddy kink Gerard?

(WARNING: Daddy Kink)

“Hey Y/n!” Frankie slurred when he answered the door, the crown on his head crooked.

“Already wasted Frankie? It’s only 10,” I giggled as I stepped inside his house. People were crammed everywhere and birthday decorations hung loosely from the ceiling. His house was already a mess and the party just started. Usually, it sucked to have your birthday on a holiday, but Frank made the most of it and through a big Halloween birthday party every year. Since it was our senior year, he said this was going to be the best one, one last hurrah before we graduate. I heard an explosion in the distance, followed by some eager cheering.

“I bought fireworks,” he explained, stumbling towards me. 

“What are you suppose to be?” I asked, gesturing to the smeared white paint all over his face.

“You can’t tell? Well, I was a skeleton, but Pete said I should wear this birthday crown, so now i’m like the Skeleton King! I see you went with my idea to be an angel, looks pretty sexy.”

“Yep, I did this all for you birthday boy,” I laughed, rolling my eyes at his crude smirk.

“Fuck off Y/n. Okay, I gotta go be a good host and light some Roman Candles. You know where everything is, mi casa es tu casa.” He grinned before downing his drink and heading towards the back yard. I weaved through the crowd to get to the kitchen, reading to start the night off with a shot. I was pouring a drink when a hand rested next to mine on the table. I recognized the large hand and slim fingers immediately.

“You look gorgeous tonight,” the raspy voice purred into my ear, tickling the shell of my ear.

“Hello Gerard, long time no see,” I said curtly, pushing his other hand off my waist and grabbing my drink. “What have you been up to?”

“Missing your body, you?”

“College shit,” I said casually, turning around to face him. His costume was plain, black skinny jeans and shirt, red leather jacket, and devil horns popping out his blazing red hair. He smirked when I faced him, putting both of his hands o either side of me on the counter and leaning over me.

“What a coincidence, an angel and a demon.”

“It suits you,” I sassed, watching him pull his bottom lip between his teeth as I took a sip from the plastic cup.

“Still as feisty as ever, I’ve always liked that about you. Wanna dance?” I thought about it, already guessing how this night was gonna end. Fuck it, I was here to have fun. Besides, Gerard was always a good lay.

“Sure, just keep your hands to yourself,’ I laughed, winking before grabbing his hand and leading him into the living room. I squeaked in surprise when his hand slapped my ass, his smirk widening when I glared at him.

“Sorry, it slipped.”


Dancing drunk was never a good idea. As if the atmosphere wasn’t sexual enough, now we’re here grinding our crotches together. Gerard’s hands rubbed circles into my waist as I grinded into him, hearing him brunt and groan into my ear. I sucked in a breath when I felt his lips move down to my neck, probably leaving marks from how harsh he was sucking. I wrapped my arms around his neck, toying with the red locks at the nape of his neck. His hands roam all over my  frame. His hands moved down to my ass, gripping hard and pushing me closer to him. We still had our clothes on and I am wild to have them off. I looked up at him, biting his bottom lip. He groaned in response, pulling me off of him. “Do you wanna go somewhere private?” He growled into my ear, already knowing the answer. I nodded, letting him lead me upstairs. Hopefully all the rooms weren’t occupied. I could hear muffled moans from almost every room as we walked down the hall. Gerard went straight to Frank’s room. He pulled his keys from his pocket, finally finding the right one and unlocking Frank’s door.

“You have a key to his door?”

“Yeah, I usually crash in here after these parties because my parents would kill me if I came back drunk, so Frank gave me a key.”

“Does Frank know you bring girls in here?” I smirked, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him into my chest.

“No, but he would understand. Best friends help each other get laid.” I laughed, trying to pull his jacket off. He shrugged off the leather jacket, tossing it towards Frank’s closet. I gripped the hem of his shirt, pulling it off his head and giggling when it got caught on his horns. “Hey, i’m not gonna be the only one naked here,” he huffed, trying to pull my shirt off. “God, I would love to fuck you with these on,” he growled, gesturing to the wings on my back.

“They’ll get in the way,” I argued, I was not in the mood to try to work around my costume, I just wanted him hard and fast. He nodded, sliding the wing straps down my arms. He went in for my chest, spreading kisses over my collarbones and above my breasts. His fondness is so soft and careful it made me whimper his name and my underwear damp. He pecks the spot where the bra pads met, in-between my breasts. I shudder as his hands lightly skim behind my back, slowly unclasping my black lace bra. The clothing loosens and he removes it from me. Gerard sighed fondly, staring at the sight of my breasts before leaning in to kiss and lick around it. I weaken above him, arching my back against his soft moving lips and slick tongue. I held his shoulder and hair for stability. “Fuck” My eyes flutter shut as his tongue swirls circles around my subtle, hard nipple. His lips wraps around it, softy nibbling. I hiss as his teeth lightly tap the nub, my need for him only growing.

“Gee…” I moan and tilt my head down to nibble and kiss his ear. He continues dotting kisses on my bare chest. 

“Call me daddy,” he mumbled, sinking his teeth back onto my skin.

“D-Daddy” I purred to his ear, wedging my hands in between us to undo his jeans. His breathing is wild, eyes growing darker at the new nickname. “I’m so wet for you…” I rasp into his earn palming his erection boxers. His hand rest on my jean-covered thighs. I release his cock from underneath, making snap up against his pale chest.  “You’re so big…” I say in awe, his length always seeming bigger and bigger.

“All for you kitten,” he growled, crushing his lips against mine. The kiss was angry, teeth grinding together. He bit and nipped at my lips sucking onto my tongue. I rubbed his tip with my index finger, feeling him shudder against me. His swollen lips parted in a raspy moan, pupils blown out. I smirked at how vulnerable he looked, I was use to the other way around with him. I closed my hand around his shaft, pumping him slowly. “So good baby…always such a good girl for daddy,” he groaned, reattaching our lips. He moans and whimpers against my lips when I speed up my hand. “Fuck…shit you’re still good at this,” he growls, removing my hand and pinning me to the bed. He worked on the buttons on my shorts, yanking them and my underwear down in one swift motion. “So wet for me…” He smiles smugly and rubs his fingers over my bundle of nerves. I watch him bring his fingers to his lips, sucking and cleaning them. I whine in need, trying to avoid begging for him.

“Daddy…”

“Yes sugar?”

“Please stop teasing.”

“Use your words kitten, tell me what you want with those pretty little lips.”

“Please fuck me,” I whimpered, stroking him. He hissed at the contact, knees buckling.

“I wanna fuck you so bad…” Gerard growls through gritted teeth. His dark eyes pierces through mine in a deep gaze. He was still wearing his devil horns, oddly making him even more attractive. He strokes the head of his cock on my clit, drawing circles. I squirm and grip at his shoulder blades. My chest heaved rapidly, sucking at his collar bone.

“What do you want me to do baby girl? Want me to fuck you huh?” He says, voice husky.  His dirty talk drove me wild, making me weak in the knees.

“Yes daddy…” He smiles satisfied. He slowly pushes in but pulls away. I whine and see he is teasing. God, I hated him. “P-Please.” In an instant he slams inside without warning. I scream and grasp his back, caring less who hears down stairs. Gerard groaned in relief, pressing his body on mine and burying his face into my neck. The position felt so intimate that I remembered why I was okay with being his hook up.

“Fuck, you’re just as tight as I remember” He groans, voice cracking. I wrap my legs around his back, pulling him even deeper. I looked up at him through half lidded eyes. Everything about Gerard was gorgeous. His ever changing hair, pale skin, small teeth, cheeky smile, deep hazel eyes, full lips, toned chest, he always looked amazing. He looked even better now though, face flushed, sweaty, muscles clenching, his mouth slightly open in pleasure, furrowed eyebrows…he looked absolutely spent and I loved it. I moan every time he thrusts into me. Gerard’s groans are muffled next to my neck, his disheveled red hair tickling my neck. I fist his cherry mop, earning a moan from him. “Mm… fuck” He reels himself faster, skin slapping together. My legs tighten around him and I arch my back up into his chest, the pleasure amazing for him and me.

“Daddy, I’m close…” I cry out loud, noisily panting. He whimpers and painfully press his fingers down my hips. 

“Sh-Shit, baby come for Daddy,” he rasps into my ear, tying with my earlobe. The tip of his large, thick cock hits the spot again and again, bringing me closer to my edge. He definitely hasn’t lost his touch. My toes curl, nails scratching down his back and a high pitch yelp runs out my mouth.

“Daddy!” I scream out, followed by some incoherent moans and curse words as my vision blurs. I hear his raspy yell, stiffening as he filled me with his load.

“That was…fuck, that was amazing,” he smirks, laying his head down on my chest to stare up at me.

“Yes it was…” I say quietly, struggling to catch my breath. He gives my lips a gentle peck, caressing my cheek. I think this is what I missed the most about him. Gerard was a great fuck, but he understood how nice it felt to be cuddled after hard sex. I groan when I shifted, already feeling sore.

“That good, huh?” He chuckled, raising an eyebrow up at me. He pulled out of me, much to my dismay. He wrapped his arm around my torso, pulling me into his chest. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I missed you, you know.”

“I hope so, because I missed the fuck out of you.” He laughed loudly with his border line cackle, his nose scrunching up.

“We should go on a date sometime.”

say it again

Post The Final Problem.

Word Count: 1252

I haven’t written any sherlolly fic in about 5000 years or so and I’m a bit rusty. Sorry if this is terrible.

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Molly was curled up on the sofa, her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, her hands covering her ears in attempt to block out the banging on her door. She didn’t know what time it was, only that it must be the wee hours of the morning. Many hours and buckets of tears since that horrible phone conversation.

“Molly, I know you’re there! Please, open the door!”

No matter how hard she pressed her palms against the sides of her head to drowned out the sound, it was still no match for the stentorian voice of Sherlock Holmes. Molly dropped her hands with a frustrated cry, picking up a pillow and chucking it across the room.

“You know I can just come in anyway. I have a key after all. And even if I didn't…”

Molly sat up and turned her head to glare at the door, teeth clenched. She wanted to tell him to go ahead and try to come in. That she would phone the police if he did. But she doubted the threat would do much to deter him. Or that it would even do any good if she did phone the police—his brother was the British Government after all.

Molly sighed, defeat weighing her shoulders down. She looked up at the ceiling and shook her head before taking a deep breath and rising to her feet.

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anonymous asked:

Its ok to ask more beruani?

Um, yes? You can ALWAYS ask for more Beruani!

  1. Annie gets cold very easily, and absolutely hates winter. Bertholdt is always quick to offer up one of his sweatshirts or his jacket, even before she complains about the temperature. He knows her well enough to know when she’s bothered by it, and the fact that he knows makes her heart melt a little bit.
  2. They are each other’s lifeline, rock, support system, whatever you want to call it. Even when they were kids, Bertholdt was the first person Annie would run to when she was upset or confused or lonely, and vice versa. They just get each other, and both need that constant presence in their life, someone to count on who will love you unconditionally. 
  3. They love dancing. They take any opportunity to dance together, be that late-night jam sessions in the kitchen or owning the dance floor at a cousin’s wedding. They’re just really, really good dancers. (And their first dance at their wedding brought 90% of the guests to tears cause they were just so good and looked so perfect.)
  4. The squad has made an instagram account to celebrate the aesthetic beauty of Annie and Bertholdt. They love to capture the height difference, the pale blonde with the olive brunette, the boy in sweaters and the girl in sweatshirts. They just snap photos of the two of them being cute together, and post it online cause it’s a really cute aesthetic. Both Bertholdt and Annie have found the account, but they haven’t said anything cause they think it’s kinda cool.
  5. Their most common arguments center around chores, (dishes that have been sitting in the sink for a few days, it was your turn to do laundry, no one’s vacuumed in a while, etc.) and usually aren’t that serious. Their worst fight happened at 2:30am, the morning after marriage was brought up for the first time. Christa had, without meaning to, mentioned it during a squad meet up that night, and the tension began to escalate until it boiled over at 2:30, and Bertholdt didn’t want to get married NOW and Annie didn’t want to get married AT ALL, and it wasn’t pretty for a few days, but then it all worked itself out. 
  6. Annie and Bertholdt will have study dates where they completely ignore each other for hours, but enjoy each other’s silent presence while they work. 
  7. They have movie nights at least two to three times a month. They’ll cuddle together on the couch with homemade snacks, (that they usually make together before watching the movie,) and then appreciate the film together. There is no talking during movie nights until after the film, and it’s a tradition they both sincerely enjoy. 
  8. Rainy days are such a struggle, because the height difference makes it so hard for them to huddle under one umbrella. They had one too many dates where one of them ended up soaked. So, as a joke, Bertholdt got Annie and raincoat that looked like a duck for Christmas to solve the problem. Annie responded by giving him a frog raincoat for his birthday five days later. They try to remember the raincoats whenever they have a date on a rainy day.
  9. Bertholdt is the only person Annie will let herself be vulnerable around. She’ll stop putting up a front with him, and let him know just how much injuries hurt or how awful she feels. And Bertholdt does all he can to help her feel better, from hugs to tea to talks that last until 3am. She feels safe with him, and him with her. 
  10. Before they were dating, Bertholdt would write Annie love letters. Some of them were cheesy, and meant to be sort of a joke, but a lot of them were really heartfelt and charming, and although Annie will never admit it, those letters helped solidify her feelings for him into something real. It had always been there, so when he started to show interest back, she fell fast. 
  11. They’re both big tea drinkers, and could talk over tea for hours. 
  12. They love to dress up and go out every now and then, make a date night a little classier and more fun by adding in the style factor. They also look damn good when dressed up. 
  13. Annie sneaks notes into Bertholdt’s backpack/work bag/lunchbox every few days. They’re just fun little notes, wishing him a good day and the like. He keeps every single one. 
  14. They have two kids, and both are brunette, and Annie thinks that’s unfair. 
born out of love.

Rated T

She doesn’t think anything of it when she starts getting sick, some mornings. With a regularly changing diet of food and drinks her stomach isn’t used to, along with exposure to mild mold and bacteria in some bad inns, it is only normal that her body would rebel and that her immune system could get compromised. Sasuke wasn’t getting sick, but that was okay, because he’d been on the road for much longer than she had and no two bodies were the same.

He wasn’t of the same mind.

“Next town, we’re getting you checked out,” he says to her one day nearing noon, as she walks out of the bushes and sits next to him.

Sakura waves him off. “It’s nothing,” she insists, grabbing the tea he had set for her a few minutes earlier. “It’s probably just a bug–it’ll go away in a few days.”

“This is the fifth time this week,” he says, brows furrowing. “And you’ve already been sick like this earlier this month. It’s getting worse, Sakura. ” She tries to avoid his eyes when he stares more pressingly at her. After a moment, she hears him say again, “You’re getting checked out at the next village.”

“I’m telling you, it’s nothing,” she responds, a little exasperated. She raises her gaze to look at him, a little peeved. “I’m a medic, Sasuke-kun–give me some credit.”

There is something in his gaze that takes her by surprise. Something like guilt flashing in its depths, like he hadn’t meant for his words to come across this way, and was berating himself for it.

“There’s a saying I’ve heard a long time ago,” Sasuke starts, voice quiet, “that doctors make the worse patients. That no one will ever be able to advise them on their health, because they make a living out of other people’s health. They won’t even think anything is wrong with them before much later, until they’re bedridden.” He pauses, and his brows furrow again. “I don’t want that for you.”

It is the way he looks and the way the last words leave his mouth that makes her falter, if just for a moment. If there is anything that always has her taken aback in awe, it is the way Sasuke shows his worry and care so very openly, sometimes, in a manner almost vulnerable. She understands, in these moments, how much she means to him.

“Okay, Sasuke-kun,” she breathes, eyes softening. “If you insist.”

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anonymous asked:

#96 Clint/Tony?

This is a fantastic prompt for this ship, yet I feel I have bungled it up. Nonetheless here is what I came up with. I might have to try this prompt again with this ship, and see if I can improve upon this. 


Panic pounded in Tony’s chest as he did his best to hide his inner turmoil.

A truth spell! A friggin’ truth spell! Loki really was the worst. The next time Tony saw the Asgardian, he’d repulsor blast the jackass in the face.

“I think we can all agree to be careful with our questions and understanding of any truths that might slip out,” Steve said as he ended the debriefing the Avengers were having. He looked around the room, pinning everyone with a no nonsense stare. He lingered a second longer on Tony. “No using this spell to take advantage of your teammates.”

“You always accuse me first, and in this situation that is really unfair since you have two spies and one of them is a known prankster.” The words slipped out before Tony could stop himself. He slapped his hand over his mouth while he screamed inside.

Steve opened his mouth to protest, but no sound came out.

Steve’s face pinched and he tried again.

No sound.

“Looks like Cap just got called out and he can’t deny it,” Clint grinned.

“You’re smiling, but inside you’re panicking as much as Stark,” Natasha said.

Clint opened his mouth, but just like Steve, he couldn’t deny the accusation.

Sam cursed and stood up. “I’m getting out of here and locking myself in my room until someone finds a cure or this thing wears off.”

“And what terrible secret do you have?” Natasha asked.

“Natasha!” Steve reprimanded.

Natasha straightened, realizing the tease she had let slip was the worst thing she could say.

Sam physically looked like he was struggling to resist answering. Sweat beaded along his brow and his limbs quaked. “Nothing I want to tell you,” Sam said through gritted teeth.

The room fell silent.

Sam stopped shaking. He blinked and examined himself. “Did I just avoid answering the question?”

“Yes,” everyone said.

Sam sighed in relief.

“I’m starting to think we should all give this spell twenty-four hours to wear off,” Steve said. “If it doesn’t then we’ll meet up again and look into a cure.”

Thor nodded. “Aye. I may not be as familiar with magic as Loki, but these sorts of spells tend to be short-lived.”

“‘Tend to be?’” Wanda repeated.

“As I said, there is much about magic I do not know. Loki may have found a permanent spell.”

Everyone grimaced.

Steve cleared his throat. “Alright, everyone seclude yourself for the time being. Dismissed.”

Everyone rose from their seats around the debriefing table and shuffled out of the room, except for Clint and Tony. It earned the two a few glances from their teammates, but no one questioned them.

Tony smiled at Clint and sat himself down on the table in front of Clint.

Clint beamed up at him and slapped his hands onto Tony’s knees. “So who gets the penthouse for the next twenty-four hours?”

“I thought you’d just assume I’d go to my lab.”

“It’s your penthouse, Tony. I’d feel guilty if I took it from you.”

Tony shrugged. “I’ve had worse taken from me.” Tony cringed. “Please don’t ask for details.”

Clint shook his head. “I will later, but I’d be taking advantage if I asked you now.” His hands slid up and down Tony’s thighs. He bit the inside of his cheek as his gaze turned inward. “Aw, poo.”

Tony straightened. “What was that?”

“Me realizing that as terrified as I am to be around anyone right now, I’d feel a lot better if you were with me.”

Tony smiled and tried to put on airs, but what came out of his mouth was, “I don’t believe you.”

Clint tensed. He craned his head up and looked Tony in the eye.

Tony was horrified. He wanted to run for the door, but his pride wouldn’t let him. He wasn’t some kid who ran at the first sign of trouble, no matter how terrified or vulnerable he felt.

“I don’t want to–” Clint started then tensed up in pain. “No, I do want to ask. I really, really want to ask; I just know it isn’t right to. How can you not believe me? What part don’t you believe? I’m under s truth spell; how can you not believe me? And ah fuck! I can stop asking questions, and I’m such a jerk right now. Fuck, how did Sam resist? Is he just that awesome or something?”

Tony didn’t want to answer but once again he could not stop himself. “I’m not comforting.” He shrugged. “Not with words or gestures. I try, but I’m just no good at it, so I can’t believe that I bring you comfort.”

“But I love you.” Clint stood up, his hands still on Tony’s thighs. “This truth spell is making it hard not to sound cheesy, but don’t you think if I love you then obviously you bring me comfort just by being present?”

Tony clamped down on his lips and screwed his eyes shut. His skull felt like it would explode if he didn’t let the truth out, but he didn’t dare let even more of his insecurities show. He hated it; he hated himself for being so weak. “I wish you would stop asking questions. You’re making me feel like shit–metaphorically,” Tony felt himself forced to tag on the last bit.

Clint’s eyes widened and he cursed. “Sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” Clint took a deep breath and a step back. “This spell, it…” Clint trailed off. “He bowed his head and rubbed the back of his neck. “Ah. Might as well go all in.”

Clint lifted his head and looked Tony in the eye. “Tony, you’re a 24-karat diamond while I’m the 25-cent plastic ring you get out of a coin machine–metaphorically speaking–and I have no idea why you ever gave me a shot, but I’m thrilled you did, and if you can’t see just how happy you make me or how much comfort I get from you daily then you need to get your eyes checked because you’re a blind idiot–metaphorically speaking again.”

Tony went wide-eyed at Clint. “Are you sure it’s not the reverse? That you’re the 24-karat diamond and I’m the plastic ring in that metaphor?”

“Of course not. You’re Tony Stark! You may play tough, but I can see through your charade. You’re a softie with a heart of gold, and can’t believe I have to point out that what I just said is an idiom and not literal! The truth takes all poetry out of language!”

Tony chuckled.

Clint beamed and scooped up Tony’s hand in his. “So Tony Stark, will you do me the honor of willingly being locked in a penthouse with me for twenty-four hours while both of us are under a truth spell?”

“If you think you can handle it,” Tony answered, still unsure, but feeling a lot more positive about the prospect than he had before.

Clint grinned in challenge. “Probably not, but let’s give it a try anyway. We can apologize for anything stupid we say later.”

Make The Worst Seem Better

Summary: Cas is jealous of you because since you’re a prophet, God speaks to you. However, His word isn’t quite rainbows and butterflies, and at some point you ask Cas to get you unconscious because every time you try to sleep a new vision disturbs you, and you just need your body to rest.

Pairing: Castiel x Prophet!Reader

Word count: 3779

Warnings: Swearing, Very light angst, Fluffy smut, Unprotected sex (you know the drill; use protection you guys)

A/N: This is my first smut piece so yeah, go easy on me please babes, also, my followers might notice I haven’t published in two weeks but I did have a week of midterms and then I needed to just do whatever for reading week so sorry about that but school comes first in my case :)

Originally posted by ardysgurl



It’s late. A closer to sunrise than sundown kind of late. You’re in the bunker’s library, reading, trying not to fall asleep, dreading it. The Bible is open in front of you, but you’re not reading, as your eyes keep sliding over the words without trying to make them out. 

As you’re about to doze off, the bunker’s door loudly creaks open and startles you. Dean is the first to make his way downstairs, and as soon as he sees you out there, he muffles a curse.

“Damnit, Y/N , I thought we’d agreed you needed to get some sleep,” he patronizes you as he heads in your direction.

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When You Cuddle (GOT7)

Ngl to you all, this time, I needed a little mood boost. Nothing boosts my mood more than this adorable band. I am just in pain and revising constantly- it’s not fun! However, the musical rehearsal was good today because we practiced the encore (Bohemian Rhapsody) and it was so much fun- Killer Queen gets her own lil’ bit - AH. Anyway, please enjoy and be in a better mood than me <3


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Jaebum:
He loves the feeling of your warmth on his.Sometimes, you’d have to initiate the cuddle but he’d get right into it. He’d sling his muscular arm around your shoulder and place his head on top of yours. He’s the traditional type and loves to idly play with your hair or draw circles on your arm with his thumb. He’ll occasionally kiss your cheek too. He’ll definitely have a silly grin on his face as you nuzzle into him, ridding him of his cool exterior.

Originally posted by imbanny

Mark:
When it’s just the two of you, it’ll be his idea of heaven. He’ll pull you in as close as possible. Your legs are always slung across his lap which would allow you to hold you like you were the most precious jewel on the entire earth. He makes you feel like you belong and that you are loved. He’ll probably stroke your thigh back and forth. His touch being delicate but still express his fondness. For him, just sitting as you were in a comfortable silence is his favourite part of your time together.

Originally posted by markjin

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“I dunno how he does it, Lois! One minute, I’ll be furious with him, the next I’m tucking him into bed and he’s hugging Bobo, looking so damn vulnerable, I just can’t stay mad at him!”

“Because he needs you. You’ve been there for him since the beginning, you know every one of his awful habits like the back of your hand, assisted with more of his questionable business schemes than you can count. If he lost you, he’d be losing more than an employee… he’ll never say it, but you just know and, somehow, it’s enough.”

“Yeah…”