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Description: Taehyung catches the attention of the one curious girl.

Genre: Angst

Mentions of: swearing, partying, drinking, violence, gangs, smoking

Word count: 2179

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

part one - part two - part three

“Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.”

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anonymous asked:

A request to all Olicity blogs: after that post-non-Olicity sex scene, I believe all Olicity blogs should re-blog 3x20 gifs to help expunge that from our memory banks. Please. Maybe a few drabbles to help, too, dear wonderful fic writer? Or a Blood Hands tease? (see what I did there?)

Sneaky anon! I won’t be giving anything Blood Hands away, but… 

I can insist we all think about Oliver leaving hickeys on Felicity’s neck. 

It’s not a conscious thought on his part, he doesn’t actively go out of his way to do it (at first), he just likes tasting her, teasing her, hearing her gasps when he drags his tongue over pulse point and the way she quakes when he sucks on her skin, the groan she gives him when he drags his teeth over the now sensitive spot. It was all so innocent at first, with Felicity chastising him from the bathroom as she covered it with makeup, but as he apologized and went into the bathroom to watch her remove any visible mark of his from her body, he realizes he doesn’t want her to. He wants to see those marks and he wants everyone to see them, too. It’s a primal need to mark her, a way to show the world that she is his and only his. He ignores the need for a while, making sure he only gives her hickeys on places she can cover, but that doesn’t last long. The little thrill he gets when he sees her first thing in the morning - her hair tangled from his hands and sleep, her lips swollen from his kisses, small burns from his beard decorating her chin and complete satisfaction filling her gorgeous, heavy-lidded eyes, all topped off with a deep, dark hickey on her neck… oh, it’s addicting. And he keeps doing it and despite herself, despite how goddamn annoying it is at how much makeup she keeps having to put on and that she is not having to invest in more scarves than she ever thought she’d need, she never stops him. Because she likes wearing his mark.

And then let’s talk about Felicity’s marks on him, the scratches that start on his back and shoulders and slowly migrate to his neck and biceps, or when she bites him as she comes, using him to muffle her cries of pleasure because they couldn’t keep their hands off each other at the restaurant and Oliver has her shoved up against the wall in the ladies restroom, or small kisses that she drops here and there with specific lipstick, knowing she’s leaving small imprints of her lips that he won’t see unless he looks in a mirror… small imprints that she knows he won’t remove, because that thrill it gives her is exactly the same one he feels whenever he marks her.

Or… something like that.

Or maybe talk about how much passion can be conveyed in a few seconds, in a single kiss, in a moment where they are connected as they ever will be, where there is nothing left between them but each other and their love. 

It’s so damn beautiful.

Or we can talk about his gorgeous smile! Look how happy and content and beautiful he is here. This is a man who is completely and totally himself, who has let his walls down completely and knows right down to the very marrow in his bones that he is accepted and loved for exactly who he is.

Or what about this content moment? Yes, there were underlying bad things brewing, but holy god, look how content he is there. Oliver’s home is Felicity. His shelter is Felicity. The light in his life was sparked by Felicity.

And how can anyone forget about her face when she realized that Oliver remembered the color of the pen she was chewing on? The most inconsequential detail of ever and Oliver remembers it, and he’s so incredibly confident about that knowledge, because he memorized everything about her before he knew how important she was going to be to him. It shows that while she’s been fairly obvious about her attraction to him, she wasn’t the only one who has been there since the very, very beginning.

And what about 4x06, an episode of pure gold, when Oliver showed her how much he wanted to be there for her, how open he was to everything she was and is, and how Felicity conquered her fears for their love, because while they can very well get lost in each other, it’s only in each other that they found out who they truly are.

They have loved each other since they first met…

And…

That is how you OTP.

I like how this post went from pure animal need to look how much they love each other. All this proves is that Olicity is capable of all of it and that is damn amazing.

It means that they have the highest highs…

And the lowest lows…

Because that’s how great passion works

And in the end the will make it, because…

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Eskild and Isak’s No Good, Very Bad Morning

“Oh Issaaaakkk…”

Isak stops in his tracks, a hundred and one million thoughts rushing through his mind at the sound of over-exaggerated cheerfulness mixed with an underlying sinisterness (okay maybe a little dramatic but, at least that’s always what Isak hear when Eskild addresses him, fuck).

Isak takes quick stock of the situation. He’s in the hallway where Eskild’s voice is growing louder from the kitchen area. 

Fuck, he’s exposed

He could run to the bathroom for cover, but Noora is in there showering and Isak’s gay ass does not want a repeat of TheNakedNooraSituation of January 2017. Fuck that, alright?

Okay so next move. His room? But fuck, it’s too far and Eskild is already rounding the corner and-

Isak swears he can hear the Jaws theme song.

“Heyyy buddy!” Eskild greets, a wide grin on his face, “Why don’t you take a walk with me to the kitchen, huh?”

Duh duh… duh duh… duh duhnuhnuh 

And then there is an arm swung over his shoulders and the smell of Eskild’s expensive cologne in his nostrils. 

“I didn’t do it,” Isak says, shrugging off the shoulder but acquiescing to follow him out of the hallway. “Wasn’t me.”

Eskild’s smile is positively beatific. 

Isak is terrified. 

“What didn’t you do?” Eskild points to the folding chair at the foot of the kitchen table, “Sit there.”

It’s only his pride that suffers if he listens, Isak reasons, and gingerly sits down. 

Eskild grabs a mug filled to the brim with coffee from the kitchen counter and leans back, eyes not straying for a moment from Isak’s shifting figure.

He takes a sip from the mug and blinks.

Isak clears his throat, “Eskild-”

“Ah ah,” Eskild pulls his pointer finger to his lips and taps it twice. Isak glowers but shuts his mouth. Eskild takes another sip and smiles, putting down the mug with a dull thud, “Can I tell you a story?”

“I actually have to meet Even in like-”

Once upon a time,” Eskild presses, narrowing his eyes when Isak makes to stand up. So he plops back down and sighed, “Once upon a time there was a fair and beautiful boy called Eskild. And he went out for a fun night on the town. It was great and he danced with many princes with pretty eyes and pretty mouths-”

“Eskild.” 

“Then Eskild meets this one beautiful Spanish boy called Javier with an ass to absolutely die for! So Eskild takes him home, ready to let off some steam and have fun.” Eskild frowns, “Do you know what happens when Eskild and Javier were so ready to fuck, Isak?”

Isak flinches and ducks his head, “Um…”

“Eskild finds out that someone stole his condoms!” Eskild makes a strangled sort of noise; maybe somewhere in between a scream and a sob, “All of them! Gone! And as a sexually responsible adult- Eskild had to send Prince Fucking Javier with the beautiful ass home! With no sex.”

Yikes.

Okay so, time out, because Isak does actually feel bad about this. But like, he hadn’t seen Even for a week after he went on vacation with his parents and then homework kept getting in the way and then they were alone in the apartment-

Isak really meant to remember to replace the condoms he borrowed from Eskild.

“Maybe it was Noora?” Isak tries to placate, but steam positively comes out of Eskild’s ears. He backtracks, “Okay, so maybe it was me. But I have a good reason.”

Eskild sucks a breath through his teeth, “Oh really?”

“Mmhmm….Even was really hot that night.”

The strangled sound was back.

Make Me Feel Better

A/N:  This is a SMUFFY one shot for @jarpadandjensenaremyheroes who requested a Dean x Reader fic with this picture:

 

This is my first time writing a request so feedback is MUCH appreciated!  I hope you like it Alyson!

This is unbetaed so all errors are mine alone.

 

 

You slam the book shut in frustration.  You’ve been researching with Sam and Dean all day with zero leads.

“Nothing in this one either,” you grumble running your hands through your hair.

“Here try this one,” Dean says tossing another book towards you.

It lands with a thump as a puff of dust rises into the air.  Coughing you fan the dust away with your hand.

“No, you know what?  I need a break,” you stand.

Dean raises his eyebrows as you stomp out of the library.  When you reach your room you slam the door behind you and drop onto your bed.  You punch your pillow a few times, then hold it to your face as you scream into it.

You know that you’re overreacting but you can’t help yourself.  Some days you feel more like an observer of your actions rather than the one at the controls.  Much better to stay away from the guys lest you say or do anything you’ll regret.  Ten minutes later your thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Y/N, sweetheart, I’m coming in.”

Dean stands leaning against your doorway with his arms crossed in front of him.

“That kind of day?”

You push yourself up.

“That obvious, huh?”

He crosses the room, sitting on the bed next to you.  You look up at him as he brushes the hair back from your face.

“C’mon, I want to show you something,” he says cupping your face and gently brushing your lips with his.

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Princess (m)

•  words: 5.1k
•  genre: college au, smut
•  pairing: chanyeol x reader (ft sehun)
•  a/n: ok this is my first ever fic so please bare with me, i’m more of a editor than a writer tbh lmao. it might become a series so if you like it please like and comment~

Originally posted by chanshine

You dreaded at the thought of your project deadline being moved a week earlier. You only had two more weeks to get the project finished and thinking about it just made you anxious.

It was a Thursday morning and you weren’t in the best of moods, the stress was now taking over you, meaning that you had hardly got any sleep last night which made you wake up later than usual forcing you to skip breakfast and rush to your first lecture of the day. On the way, you grabbed a coffee and somehow made it to class. The project room was on the other side of the campus, but the coffee played a huge part in keeping you active. You take a seat at the left side of the room which was by the door.

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How MM Characters React to Finding Out You're Pregnant

Jumin

  •  He already noticed slight changes to your mood and body before you did. 
  •  At first he thought it might be the flu, but that thought changes when you are too tired for your usual love fest in bed.
  • “I’m sorry, Jumin. I’m too tired tonight.”
  • Elizabeth 3rd also becomes extra clingy to you. 
  • Jumin makes you go to the doctor and they can’t find anything wrong. He insists to do further tests but you beg him not to.
  • “It’s probably stress, Jumin. I’ll be fine.”
  • Wrong answer. Jumin has cleared your schedule until he feels like you’re feeling better. 
  • A week later you realize your period hasn’t happened. 
  • Jumin knew this before you and scheduled another doctor’s appointment after asking Jaehee to research information on missed periods (poor Jaehee.)
  • He makes you go back to the doctor for blood work. Suddenly this all makes sense: The fatigue, your bras no longer fitting, and feeling sick. 
  •  The doctor walks in with the good news. “Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Han. You’re going to be parents.”
  • Jumin doesn’t say anything at first. His face loses color. The news is a surprise. 
  • “Sweetheart, are you okay?” You ask. You’ve never seen him this way before.
  • He nearly faints from processing all the emotions he is feeling on the way out of the doctor’s office.
  • Jaehee cancels all of Jumin’s meetings for the week citing “exhaustion” as the cause.  
  • Jumin holds you close to him later on that night, confessing he is both terrified and delighted at the news. He wonders if Elizabeth 3rd will feel jealous. omg really jumin. 
  • “I’m sure she’ll be happy too,” You whisper in his ear as you accidentally fall asleep on his chest. 
  • He admires the glow your face is beginning to show as you sleep peacefully. 

Zen

  • You’ve been much more emotional lately. 
  • Every time Zen had to leave on set you find yourself crying, but why?
  • You even beat yourself up about it. “Why am I acting so strange..?”
  • Zen invites you to come on set with him one day and you’re immediately say yes! 
  • You couldn’t help but keep refilling your plate with cakes from catering. Zen tries to crack a joke “You are what you eat, huh babe?” 
  • But it backfires.
  • It backfires BAD. 
  • You walk away sobbing. This is entirely out of character. 
  • “Wait! BABE! I’m so sorry!” He runs after you and pulls you in for a hug. 
  • You sob into his chest for a few minutes and then go silent.
  • He pushes you in front of him to see what’s wrong. “Babe…?” 
  • Your face turns white and you go limp in front of him. 
  • Zen FREAKS out and immediately yells for someone to help. 
  • He carries you himself to the ambulance and he demands you get rushed you to the hospital. 
  • The paparazzi outside of the set take photos of the incident. A video is uploaded to Youtube.
  • You regain consciousness when arriving to the hospital. “What’s…what’s going on?” 
  • Zen cries with joy seeing you’re awake and hugs you. “Shh. Just rest, my princess. We’ll find out. I love you.” 
  • He refuses to leave your side as the hospital runs a bunch of tests, but, you tell him he should get something to eat while they do an ultrasound. 
  • The doctor comes in a couple hours later and tells them it was a combination of exhaustion and dehydration.  “This is a common symptom in pregnancies. She’ll need to make sure she drinks more fluid and get rest.”
  • Wait. What? Both you and Zen look at the doctor with confusion.
  • The doctor informs the two of you that you’re already 13 weeks pregnant. He gives Zen a picture of the ultrasound showing a little baby bean! 
  • You start crying at news. It’s happy tears. Eventually Zen starts crying too. He’s just as happy. 

Yoosung

  • It’s not secret you and Yoosung wanted to have kids immediately.
  • You two tried every month for six months. 
  • You have a bulk stash of HCG strips in the bathroom, an ovulation 
    tracker on the your phone, and have read every article online on how to improve your chances at becoming pregnant.
  • Every month your period came, Yoosung started to doubt himself. 
  • “Is.. Is there something wrong with me?”
  • You’d hold him and reassure him. “Don’t say that. There’s nothing wrong with you! Sometimes it just takes time, I guess.” Deep inside, you wondered if there was actually something wrong with you instead.
  • After a year of trying, you both go to a fertility specialist to have tests done. 
  • The specialist tells the both of you there is a problem with your ovulation. They immediately start on you a treatment plan with fertility drugs. 
  • You act okay with the news, but in reality you are the opposite of okay. 
  • Yoosung finds you crying underneath the covers and panics. 
  • “Please don’t cry! It’s not your fault!”
  • Soon he’s crying too. 
  • By the third treatment cycle you start to notice changes in your body.
  • You start doubting your feelings. You try to remain calm. 
  • Every day you and Yoosung talk about all of your different things happening with your body.
  • When you take one of your test strips at home you notice a second faint line, causing your heart to skip a beat.
  • “Yoosung! LOOK!” 
  • Each test on each day has a darker, and darker second line. You two get hopeful. It’s been a hard two years, but it feels like you two are getting to the light at the end of the tunnel. 
  • You two are SO nervous at the fertility specialist. Yoosung can barely breathe.
  • The fertility specialist confirms what you two have been dreaming. You are pregnant!
  • Yoosung sobs tears of joy at the news.  You two are so happy to finally become parents. 
  • The fertility specialist interrupts the celebration with even more good news.
  • “There’s just one thing…”
  • He shows on the screen there are four baby beans. 
  • FOUR.

Saeyoung

  • Remember that one time he wanted to leave evidence he existed on you?
  • Well he wanted to do that again on your honeymoon. And then some. 
  • A couple months later you notice you are craving Honey Buddha Chips and Doctor Pepper more than normal.
  • At first Saeyoung thinks it’s really cute how much junk food you’re eating.
  • And then he realizes an entire giant box of Honey Buddha Chips are gone. 
  • He asks Saeran first if he knew what happened to them.
  • “Why would I eat all of your chips? I saw your wife with the box. Ask her.”
  • And then he wonders if maybe you’re emotionally eating.
  • What if she regrets our marriage? 
  • Later on in the day you visit Saeyoung in his computer room where he’s playing LOLOL. “Hey… Saeyoung.. we need to talk.”
  • Your voice makes him immediately spin around. He has tears in his eyes. “I.. I knew this day would come.” 
  • Your heart immediately sinks. “I’m.. I’m so sorry Saeyoung!”  You feel even more guilty at eating his precious Honey Buddha Chips as you add “I’ve been so hungry lately and they just taste so good. I’m so sorry for eating them I will never do it again!” 
  • Saeyoug looks at you confused. “Wait? You’re not leaving… me?”
  • “I WOULD NEVER LEAVE YOU.” omg you stupid idiot i love you. 
  • Suddenly you feel hot and sick. You run to the bathroom covering your mouth.
  • Saeyoung panics when he hears you vomit in the bathroom. It’s enough to get Saeran out of his room too. 
  • He’s never heard you this sick before and makes you go to bed. This goes on for a week. 
  • Soon he’s starting to search for answers online. He even goes to WebMD.
  • When you’re sleeping he calls Jaehee in a panic, worrying you might be dying and because you both are girls maybe she would know how women things work. 
  • Jaehee calmly explains to him that you’re not dead and dying. She suggests to him that you may be pregnant and should take a test. (I guarantee she facepalmed at the convo.)
  • A week later, you’re start having suspicions too. You look at the calendar and realize you haven’t had a period in two months.  “Could it be..?” 
  • You go to tell Saeyoung you think you’re pregnant and He confesses he already purchased a bunch of pregnant tests for you.
  • You think that’s the most romantic thing ever and hug him to pieces. 
  • He waits outside while you figure out how to use to use the test. How do girls pee on this thing omg. The test immediately comes back as positive. 
  • OH MY GOD SAEYOUNG WE’RE PREGNANT 
  • You rush out of the bathroom with the test in hand. You both are sobbing tears or joy together. 
  • You lean in to kiss him when you’re stomach starts to growl again. 
  • “Can.. Can I have more Honey Buddha Chips?” 
  • He’ll be glad to give you anything for you and the baby. 
washingtonpost.com
For decades they hid Jefferson’s relationship with her. Now Monticello is making room for Sally Hemings.
A $35 million restoration will showcase the lives of the Founding Father’s slaves.
By https://www.facebook.com/Krissah.Thompson

The room where historians believe Sally Hemings slept was just steps away from Thomas Jefferson’s bedroom. But in 1941, the caretakers of Monticello turned it into a restroom.

The floor tiles and bathroom stalls covered over the story of the enslaved woman, who was owned by Jefferson and had a long-term relationship with him. Their involvement was a scandal during his life and was denied for decades by his descendants. But many historians now believe the third president of the United States was the father of her six children.

anonymous asked:

i loveeee your fics they're the best!! can you do one where since jughead is now living with archie him and betty are making out on archie's bed and archie walks in on them

Alright a little treat before the big comeback of the show!! *so excited* This has no plot whatsoever and it is not angsty at all!! It’s just pure fluff and full of banter and hilarious situations with Jughead being a happy and normal teenager for once, Archie being an awkward friend and Fred Andrews being an embarassing dad to both of them. Thank you for requesting and your kind words and I hope you like it, nonnie!!! Enjoy, all you amazing people! <3


 “Step away from the weights. I promise you, life’s sweet and you have a lot of reasons to not die today.”

Jughead scoffed at the teasing voice behind him, a shake of his head indicating his mix of amusement at her sassy humor and irritation at her lack of confidence in him, plus the reason that made him come even remotely close to such atrocious fitness things, before dropping to the floor with a tiny grunt the silver hand weight he has holding with both his own hands. That was exercise enough for centuries in his books and his intention wasn’t, even to the slightest, to work any of his perfectly, natural-grown muscles to begin with, when he stomped into Archie’s room in fury.

“Hilarious input, Betty Cooper.” He turned to face her, the blonde girl shrugging with a pleased smile. “Is stand-up comedy in your future plans or only we have the pleasure of being blessed with your sardonic one-liners?” Snarky words and snarky raised eyebrows, this right there was Jughead Jones 101 but not with Betty, never with her. The fact that he chose a witty comment over a lovely smirk or a mild teasing comeback was sign enough that something was off.

Thankfully, those days their biggest concern – well, his biggest concern, Betty was just collateral damage of her boyfriend’s venting – wasn’t their ignorant parents nor the Blossom case, that was put on hold temporarily, but something equally earth-shuttering according to bro-code; prank wars.

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Get Comfortable

Warnings: brief mentions of nudity (nothing explicit)

Word Count: 1585

Request: “Hello! I’ve had this idea for a deanxreader imagine where Dean and the reader accidentally rent a motel room with only one bed and they wind up sharing that one bed because its really late and they just want to get some sleep. I kind of pictured this really awkward scene when they wake up, like something like the reader likes to sleep without a shirt on & wakes up shirtless and all pressed up against Dean”

A/N: YAY! My first oneshot back from my long ass hiatus. Hope you enjoy this one, as I loved getting back into the groove :)

You were tired. You were exhausted. You were just craving sleep in any form of bed.

You and Dean had just finished off a case in a small town in Ohio. The case was only two days long; it was easy enough to track down the whereabouts of the vampires that were cozying up in town as they were all pretty recently turned.

So Dean and yourself raided the nest on the second night, (you didn’t go during the day as their nest was sheltered right in the middle of town). But although they were fairly amateur vamps, they were very quick and their bloodlust for you made them aggressive. The fighting match went down without either of the two of you being injured, but resulted in two very worn-out hunters.

Dean pulled the Impala swiftly into a parking spot out the front of a small motel, waking you from your daze.

“We’ll drive back to the Bunker tomorrow,” Dean said flatly, ending it with a yawn. You nodded with approval, eager to sleep on anything but a car seat.

The pair of you slowly made your way to the motel’s front office to be greeted by a middle-aged man whose attention was directed towards a small TV beside him. Dean gave a small cough which alerted the man that he had company.

“Just one night thanks,” Dean tiredly told the man. He gave a small nod, before reaching to the wall behind him that hung just under a dozen room keys, and grabbing one labelled with a faded number six.

Dean took the key from the man, exchanging it for the credit card that was originally in his pocket. The man looked at the card, and gave a tired smile as he ran it successfully through the machine.

As he returned the card to Dean, he said, “Enjoy your stay Mr. Helsberg.” Dean gave a small nod as the pair of you exited the office. On your way out, you gave Dean a confused look as to why he would call Dean such a name. Dean responded by pointing towards the name printed on ‘his’ credit card, and continued to walk down towards your room.

The pair of you finally made it to your room, which despite being number 6, was the furthest room away from the front office.

Dean put the key into door, as his voice slightly perked up, “Man, I can’t wait to pass out in my very own bed.” You gave a tired nod in reply.

The door opened, after needing a little more of a push, and you reached over to the light switch, flicking it upwards. The room was instantly illuminated with the yellow-toned light that hung down from the ceiling in the center.

But when your eyes tiredly adjusted to what the room had to offer, both Dean’s and your eyes widened.

“There’s only one bed?!” you exclaimed to an unmoving Dean. A few moments went by before Dean took his pack and threw it onto the bed.

“Guess I’ll be having a sleeping buddy,” Dean smirked, giving you a wink. You rubbed your face in exhaustion, just wanting more than anything to have your own bed to sleep in for the night.

Looking at the single bed, you took a further sigh as it was just big enough to fit two people; but only if they slept together quite closely. It wasn’t that Dean was the problem; you just wanted a big bed all to yourself as you knew that was the way you would get the most comfortable sleep, after a few restless nights working on the case.

“You know what Dean?” you said tiredly, before stifling a yawn, “I’m exhausted. You’re exhausted. I don’t have the energy to argue or fight you on this one, so let’s just share and be done with it.” Dean’s eyebrows briefly lifted with excitement.

The both of you started to get ready for bed. You were wearing a flannel shirt, over the top of a singlet, and dirt-tracked jeans. You really didn’t want to sleep in jeans and didn’t overly care that Dean would be able to see your underwear.

It wasn’t the first time, as once on a hunt he turned around in the motel room when you were still changing, and you hadn’t put your pants on yet. That was embarrassing. But tonight it wasn’t a big deal. And to be honest, you were too tired to care.

Dean left his jeans on, as they weren’t too dirty at all, but slid his shirt off with ease, throwing it to the side.

You were turned the other way from the bed, so you couldn’t see Dean, but you heard the springs creak as he jumped onto the bed.

You took your flannel shirt off, so you were left with just your singlet on top. Your hands reached to take that off too, but then you stopped yourself. You were tired but still awake enough to remember Dean was in the room.

Usually, you preferred to sleep topless as it was just a feeling that you enjoyed and made you feel completely relaxed before you would drift to sleep. But that wouldn’t be happening tonight.

Instead you maneuvered your arms around until you had successfully taken off your bra without even lifting your singlet up.

You turned around ready for bed, and saw Dean lying down, looking at you.

“Damn Y/N, that took some serious skill,” Dean admitted before smirking, “As well as being insanely hot.”

You rolled your eyes at the older Winchester brother, before turning a lamp light on and turning the main light switch off.

As you made your way over to the bed, you noticed Dean’s shoulders in the dim light, and the way they looked so toned and muscular and…

You instantly snapped yourself out of it. Your brain clicking you back into the present for the second time that night.

You walked over to the bed and slid yourself under the covers. Both Dean’s and your shoulders were touching, unable to move unless you wanted to fall off the bed.

Dean reached over and turned the lamp off. As soon as the light disappeared, neither of you said a word; the exhaustion catching up to you and forcing you both to sleep.


Your eyes fluttered open.

The sun was gleaming brightly through the dusty blinds, telling you that it was well into the day.

It was then you noticed that your arm was around Dean, who still looked fast asleep. You gave a small smile, knowing that probably the reason you felt so relaxed and comfortable was because you were embracing Dean through the night.

As your eyes began to adjust and gain more focus to the new day, you noticed a difference. A feeling. It was comfortable. But definitely different than when you had fallen asleep.

You slowly looked down to your torso, seeing nothing.

Literally nothing.

Your singlet that you wore to bed from the night before was gone.

All that was left was your completely naked chest, pressed up against Dean’s also uncovered body.

You gave a small shriek in shock at the realisation that you had practically slept naked with Dean. And not just that. You slept naked wrapped around Dean.

“Don’t ruin the moment,” Dean murmured, eyes opening. His voice sound relaxed, but not tired like it should have sounded right after waking up.

“Are you telling me you’ve been awake and you just left me like this?” you exclaimed, your voice raising slightly, while also trying to untangle yourself from Dean’s grasp.

“I’ve been awake for about half an hour or so,” Dean smirked, “And as if I’m going to wake you up to tell you that you must have taken your shirt off in the night. I’m trying to enjoy the feeling of having you pressed up against me.”

Finally out of Dean’s grasp, you pull the cover up to hide your face that was growing redder by the second and gave a loud sigh.

“You must be in love with me Y/N, if you’re that keen to take it all off for me,” he smirked once more.

Because you had had enough, you ran towards the bathroom, attempting to cover your chest as you went there. “I’m having a long shower, alone!” you exclaimed, before closing the door and locking it.

Dean just continued to lay in the bed, listening to the shower turn on as you hopped under the hot running water.

He just smiled to himself, thinking of the way you looked. How beautiful you looked.

It wasn’t the sex appeal of seeing you topless or in your underwear; it was seeing you, and all of you. You had been made completely vulnerable, with not really anywhere to hide. He could just experience the real you.

Dean thought back to the few moments ago when he was lying with you entangled across him. He could feel your warmth. He could feel your heart beating. He could feel your chest rise and fall with each breath. He could see when you formed a faint smile in your sleep, because you were dreaming of something good.

He reached over to your side of the bed, and picked your singlet up off the ground. Dean held it to his chest, still being able to smell you from it, and smiled.

How lucky it was that he booked a room with only one bed.

Second Thoughts (M)

Genre: Smut
Summary: Promises of a fun night head down a much different direction when you catch your boyfriend locking lips with another woman and when you’re left pining for a stranger, you do what you think is right.
Warnings: Unprotected sex, public sex, sex with a stranger, cheating
Word Count: 1759
Written By: Smutty Gilfairy with a lot of assistance from Smutty Jaefairy
A/N: This will technically be the first fic I’m putting on the blog, I hope you guys didn’t wait too long for something from me hehe. Enjoy~

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- chapter two -

“There’s a million reasons why this shouldn’t work…but there’s only one reason why it should…”


10 Weeks

“The medical term for morning sickness is “nausea and vomiting of pregnancy.” Up to three quarters of pregnant women have at least some nausea or vomiting during the first trimester, and about half have only vomiting. The nausea usually starts around 6 weeks of pregnancy, but it can begin as early as 4 weeks. It tends to get worse over the next month or so.


So, it looked like I was gonna have a baby.

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Peppermint

For the anon who asked for “It’s always been you.” With Hotch. Sorry about the lack of smut, it just didn’t feel right.

“Thank you so much Aaron.” The DA gushes taking the boxes from him, “I really owe you for this one. How about a drink?” She bats her eyelashes at him and you glare at the paper in front of you. You’re so fucking sick of people hitting on your boyfriend. Not that anyone knows he’s your boyfriend, not even the team. But it still makes you bristle every time you have to watch someone else flirt with him.
“You okay?” JJ asks as you type a little more harshly than usual on your keyboard.
“Fine. Just tired.” You lie easily then sigh and rub your forehead. “And I’ve got this killer headache coming on.”
“Want something for it?”
“No. I’ve got my peppermint in my purse.”
“You and your essential oils.” JJ teases as you dig in your bag.
“Yea, yea, yea.” You wave her off and take a dab of the oil on your thumb then press it to the roof of your mouth for fifteen seconds. It helps but when you hear her giggle your headache is back and with a vengeance. The worst part is he acts like it doesn’t even effect him, he’s got this little smile on his face. He’s leaned back against the doorframe of his office both hands in his pockets. You stand from your desk and head to the bathroom. You don’t want to watch this little show any longer. You slip down two flights of stairs then into one of the single stall bathrooms, you just need to be alone for a minute. Running the water you get a washcloth wet before swiping it under your eyes, making sure you get the non-existent smudged make up off of your face. There’s a knock on the door and you groan softly.
“Occupied!” You call and whomever it is knocks again. “Someone is in here!” You call out again over the running water but the knocking persists. So much for alone time. You flick off the water and stalk over to the door and yank it open. “What part of-” you’re cut off by Aaron’s hands on your biceps pushing you back into the bathroom. He flips the lock before pressing his lips hungrily to yours, his body backing yours toward the sink. His hands are cupping your face and yours grasp the cool porcelain of the sink as his lips slide down your jaw then to your neck.
“I’m sorry.” He murmurs against your skin, “I told her I was seeing someone but she didn’t seem to care.” It’s really hard to be mad at him with him pressing open mouthed kisses up and down the side of your neck.
“Aaron.” You whisper catching his chin as he kisses your jaw. You guide his lips back to yours for another kiss before muttering, “I just hate watching them flirt with you.”
“I don’t care about them.” He assures you quietly between kisses.
“I know.” You breathe.
“I only care about you.” He whispers pressing his lips to the pulse point by your ear, “It’s always been you.” He kisses you again. This time it’s slower. More passionate than desperate, reminding you that you’re his and he’s yours. That the other women don’t matter, it’s you that he wants. It’s you he’ll come home to. You pull away from him then rest your forehead against his and give him a small laugh. The automatic fan is a blessing in the small bathroom, hopefully covering up any obvious noise the two of you made. Glancing in the mirror you smooth your hair and he straightens his tie then slowly opens the door. His jaw does that little tick it sometimes does when he’s amused but doesn’t want to show it and just before you ask what it is he holds the door open wide for you. Standing outside the door, looking pleased as could be is the rest of the team. Derek is grinning like the Cheshire Cat, Penelope is clapping her hands excitedly. Rossi has this pleased little smirk on his face while JJ has her arms folded over her chest and an amused look on her face. Reid’s hands are shoved in his pockets as he grins down at you.
“How’s that headache?” JJ teases and you roll your eyes with a breathy laugh.
“Is that why I tasted peppermint?” Aaron asks before looping an arm around your shoulders, “I’m feeling a headache coming on too.” He smirks down at you before kissing you again, the whole team expressing their approval. You were glad they knew, even if Derek did start calling you Pep.

Co Workers (Part Sixteen)

A/N: Maybe things are starting to look up??? Maybe????

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: Smut, language

Word Count: 2.9k

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Everything right now was so overwhelming. You obviously couldn’t control your emotions. You didn’t even love Andrew anymore. So why did you always go back to him when things were going south? You knew you wouldn’t go to him again. You had blocked him on everything you could think of.

You stood up and started rummaging through your bag for something to wear. You were going out. You were going to go make things right.

You loved Misha, and only Misha. Hopefully it wasn’t too late.


“He’s not here, Miss Y/L/N”, the person at the front desk told you.

“What do you mean he’s not here?” you questioned him, rolling your eyes.

“He checked in earlier, but he left shortly after.”

Great.

You spun around and walked off, annoyed. Where could Misha have gone? It wasn’t like him to run off during conventions. Even though it was Friday night, he should still be here. You were lucky enough not to run into anyone, all the fans were probably off at whatever was going on, you didn’t even know at this point. All you knew is that you had a panel tomorrow.

You walked out the doors of the hotel and looked around; using every ounce of brainpower you had. A bar maybe? You looked down the street and saw a bar that was maybe a block away. You made your way down the street, almost certain that he’d be in there.

When you arrived in the bar you marched straight inside, scanning all of the tables for Misha. Of course, was nowhere to be seen. When you turned around to walk out you saw some people wearing Supernatural shirts heading towards the door; so you decided to slip out the back. A dark alley. Cool, you thought. You stood in the cool air for a minute, taking in some deep breaths. Compared to Canada it was pretty warm there. You were enjoying the cool air hitting your face for a moment when you heard someone hurling.

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Just Visiting, Conor Maynard

–gif not mine, but it’s cute af–

-You’re visiting your older brother Mikey, and his friend Conor begins to flirt which causes Mikey to get protective–

It was early in the morning and you were awoken by the traffic outside. You were used to small towns and no traffic but your older brother Mikey lived in the big city, London.

You were visiting Mikey for the first time on your own since you’ve turned 18, you had always come over with your mum, so you never got the chance to meet any of the people Mikey talked so sweetly of as your mum was very protective.

You had flown in the night before so you were especially excited to start an adventure. 

As you stretch, you reach for your phone and headphones. You begin to play your favourite song and sing it at the top of your lungs. You could tell you were a bit out of tune, but you didn’t care. It was only Mikey; or so you thought.

You walk into your kitchen, which was opened up to the living room and dining room, to start making yourself a cup of coffee; still singing.

When you can’t find any clean mugs you walk into the living room groaning, dragging your feet behind with you. “Miiiiikk–” you say stopping mid complaint.

You see a group of Mikey’s friends with huge grins on their faces. “Y/N” Mikey says mocking your complaining. “Uhh, hi” you say uncomfortable with all eyes on you. “Hi” they all say at the same time.

You look down at what your wearing and realize you’re still in your short PJ shorts and spaghetti strap shirt which made it clear you weren’t wearing a bra.

Your eyes widen as you realize that you look like a mess and you run back towards your bedroom, ignoring the laughter from your brother. “Get dressed! We’re going out for coffee” Mikey yells from the living room.

It was summer so you threw on a pair of high-waisted jean shorts, and a low cut white laced shirt. You threw your hair back into a ponytail and was set to go.

“Im ready” you say as you walk into the living room lifting your purse off of the couch. “Lets go” Mikey says.

The coffee shop wasn’t too far away so you decided to walk as a group. Mikey was ahead of you by quite a bit which left you to walk next to the singer.

“You’ve go some skills” he says with a smirk. “I don’t appreciate the sarcasm” you say rolling your eyes. “No sarcasm intended” he responds, “Im Conor, you’re Y/N, right?”. You know he’s just acting like he hasn’t heard stories about you from Mikey but you nod your head. “Ive heard lots about you” you say smiling. “Like what, I’m intrigued” he asks leaning in to make it seem secretive.”Ive heard that you’re the singer, Mikey is clearly jealous of you, and he’s made jokes saying you’re the less attractive brother compared to Jack” you say confidently. 

Conor pretends to be offended. “Well I believe he needs evidence of that, do you think I’m less attractive than my brother?” he asks licking his lips, staring you down.

His stare gives you butterflies in your stomach and you instantly became confused. I mean of course he’s attractive but he was your brothers friend, you certainly couldn’t start to have feelings for him.. or could you?

“You’re definitely better looking” you say cheekily. Conor puts on a charming smile. “I think you’re the better looking sibling too” he winks. You can’t help but laugh and Conor’s face brightens up when you do. 

“We’re here” Mikey says holding open the door so everyone could enter. You enter last and Mikey stops you. “Y/N” Mikey says concerned. “What?” You respond confused. “I don’t want you flirting with Conor like that, if you didn’t think id see it, you’re wrong” he says holding onto your arm, walking you slowly to the table. “I can handle myself, Mikey. Don’t be like mom” you say taking your arm away from his grip, sitting down across from Conor. 

Mikey glares at you as he sits down next to Jack and Oli. The coffee arrives slowly and everyone was having a good time goofing around and asking you questions. 

“So was Mikey a weird kid?” Conor asks causing the boys and you to giggle. “I was actually considered the weird kid compared to him” you say looking down to hide the embarrassing comment. “You weren’t that weird” Mikey says annoyed about you putting yourself down. “Yeah, how could someone as loveable as you be weird?” Conor says, the rest of the boys agreeing except for Mikey who just glared at Conor. Conor realized Mikey’s stare and instantly stopped smiling.

Coffee was finally finished and you all began to walk back to Mikey’s where you all sat in the living room to talk. After a while of chatting you excused yourself so you could go grab your charger from your room. You were having troubles finding it, so it took longer than you thought. 

Finally you found it and began to walk back to the living room to rejoin your new friends. As you were walking you were suddenly pulled into the bathroom with your mouth covered. You saw in the mirror that it was only Conor so your panic faded. 

“Y/N, I have something to say” Conor says trying to explain himself. You nod your head, “What is it?” you ask. “Its more so something I’ve wanted to do” he says, instantly pushing you up against the wall to kiss you passionately.

The kiss becomes heated and you run your hands through his hair, he begins to kiss your neck and it causes you to let out a small moan. He pulled his head back to look at you, loosening his grip from your hips. “We shouldn’t do this here” he says sighing. “I know, but I want to so bad” you say pouting. “What about Mikey, what would he think if he found out?” he asked running his hands through his hair. “It doesn’t matter because I’m just visiting” you say abruptly.

Conor lost all facial expressions and looks really hurt by what you said. “Im not ‘Just visiting’” Conor finally lets out, walking out of the bathroom leaving you behind. You realize that you shouldn’t have almost forced Conor to lose a friend. You shouldn’t have made it seem like the two of you possibly hooking up didn’t mean anything to you.

When you return back to the living room all of the guys bug you about how long you took, except for Conor who looked slightly upset with you.