bed-of-clouds

reasons to be happy

- good books
- dogs
- makeup
- art
- cats
- warm rain
- feeling confident
- music
- friends & family
- first kisses
- lingerie
- falling in love
- fluffy socks
- sleeping in
- hot drinks
- flowers
- love
- movies
- poetry
- vacations
- literature
- the future
- meeting new people
- bath bombs
- genuine happiness & laughter
- journaling
- trampolines
- warm beds
- promises
- clouds
- holidays
- hiking
- secrets
- cute girls & boys
- the sun, moon & stars
- healthy relationships
- concerts
- shopping
- hot showers

I'm On My Knee

Hi babes! This is a marshmallow-soft story about the reader and Tom having a special inside joke. That inside joke being Tom dramatically falling down onto one knee to tease her after she accidentally tells him that it’s always been how she wants to get proposed to. The inside joke makes the both of them think a lot about their future and cuteness ensues! I hope that you like it!

Side note: The film was everything I wanted it to be and more? It owns my entire heart? The cast did so well and I’m so happy for all of them and my heart is just overflowing with love and I’m going to see the film again tomorrow!

I’m On My Knee

“He makes me want to wear a white dress and walk down the aisle.” She murmured to her boyfriend, utterly and completely inebriated. “I want to learn how to cook so he can always come home to a hot meal. He makes me want to learn more so that I’ll always have new things to talk to him about, and he makes me want to take care of myself so that I can look good for him. I wanna read every book on the planet earth and watch every film, just so I have stories to tell him before we go to sleep. But, mostly, he makes me wanna wear a white dress and walk down the aisle.”

    Tom smiled, securing a strong arm around her waist before she had the opportunity to slip from the barstool she was trying to twirl on. Holding her still, he questioned, “anything else you want, darling?”

    Lurching forward, she twined her arms around his neck and moved to perch on his knee. She shoved her face into Tom’s neck and breathed in deeply, dragging her hands across the expanse of her boyfriend’s chest. He smelled of french cologne, the fabric of his shirt felt soft beneath her cheek, and she was so close to him that she could count the beats of his heart. “I love you.”

    Supporting her frame, Tom kissed the top of her head, “I love you more.” She sighed into his chest and Tom helped her to her feet, making sure that he still had her locked in his arms. “Let’s get you home now, drunky.”

“I want him on his knee like in the old films,” she added before she allowed Tom to guide her to their parked car.

    Truly, Tom felt the same way about her, but there was no way that he wouldn’t tease her about her intoxicated confession every chance he got. He’d been dreaming about how beautiful she’d look walking down the aisle to meet him since their third date and it comforted him that she seemed to feel the same way.

    She knew that she had majorly screwed up the next morning when Tom dropped down onto one knee, offering her a bottle of advil and a glass of water to soothe the pounding in her head that refused to be ignored.

    “On my knee, baby, just how you wanted!” Tom smiled, his curls flopping down in his eyes in the most endearing of ways. She hated that he looked so cute while he was so successfully embarrassing her.

    Groaning, she brought her hands up to cover her face, “Tom, stop! I told you that I was just drunk. Let it go!” She pleaded, blush spreading as far as the tips of her ears.

    Her boyfriend feigned hurt feelings, “well, if you were truly joking, guess I’m out of here. Gotta go get me a girl who’s in it for the long haul.” Tom joked as he moved to walk out the door.

    “Tom,” she whined before rushing forward to keep him in place with a hug. “Stop being so dumb and help me make pancakes. You flip them better than I do.”

    Smiling down at her, Tom took of her hands within his own and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, “One day, I’ll be way more than just your boyfriend who flips pancakes better than you do. One day, I’ll be your husband who flips pancakes better than you do.” Tom laughed, picking her up to spin her around the kitchen.

    She was happy that Tom was focused on not dropping her or running into anything because she was even pinker than she’d thought previously possible and she was positive that the smile on her face was so huge that her face would crack into halves. It didn’t matter that she didn’t have the greatest job, it didn’t matter that she was absolute shit at math, in fact, she couldn’t think of anything that mattered to her more than what Tom had just said. He was planning on a future with her and she was so elated that she spent the entire rest of her week floating from place to place on a bed made of cotton candy clouds.

    The next time Tom dropped to one knee for her, it was in the flower shop while she was sifting through bins of tulip bouquets for their friend’s dinner party. “Because I love you,” Tom said, holding out a bundle of daisies.

    Rolling her eyes, she took the flowers and bent forward to kiss Tom tenderly on the mouth. “Because I love you,” she repeated back to him before taking both bouquets to the register while Tom struggled to free his wallet before she could pay for her daisies.

    The time after that, Tom fell to one knee when she had come home with smudged mascara and tears dripping from the corners of her eyes. Hurrying off the couch, he dropped to one knee in front of her, pulling her to perch softly onto his popped knee. “What’s the matter darling?”

    Shrugging her shoulders, her lower lip trembled and she merely hid her face in Tom’s neck.  Stroking her hair and mumbling the words to ‘Moon River’ into her ears, Tom waited for her to tell him what was upsetting her. He did his best to search his mind for anything he could’ve done, anything her friend’s could’ve done, anything at home that could have upset her and came back with nothing. Tom briefly had a fleeting feeling that he was failing as her husband until it clicked in his brain that he hadn’t ever gotten down on one knee before her to present her with an actual ring.

    That night, while she snuggled into the crook of his arm, her face hidden so close to his neck that Tom could feel her lips press into his skin, he looked up some photos of rings. Each time Tom found a particularly nice ring, he’d zoom in and envision it on her lovely hands. Looking down at her hand that was loosely curled around his waist, he murmured to her sleeping form, “nobody, not even the rain,has such small hands.” His girl had been on an E.E. Cummings kick and clearly the poetry she read aloud to him had rubbed off on Tom.

    Placing his phone back into it’s charging station on their nightable, Tom laid down and  made sure to lace his fingers through her own before he shut eyes to sleep, agreeing with E. E. Cummings  that nobody had such small hands. Such small hands that a glittering ring would only compliment.

    The next weekend, as she and Tom strolled through the supermarket to grab some fresh vegetables and fruit, and maybe a loaf of bread to go along with dinner, Tom spotted the baked goods aisle. Getting completely sidetracked, Tom stood staring at the pastries while she carried on in search of the produce section. Glancing at her retreating figure and then back at the deserts, Tom grabbed an armful of cookies, cinnamon rolls and cupcakes before hurrying after her.

    Her eyes widened when she saw her boyfriend nearly skipping towards her, arms overflowing with pastries. “Tom,” she started, cocking her hip and raising her brows, “that is ridiculous. Pick one thing, we already have too many snacks as it is!”

    “No, no, darling, you don’t get it. We’d leave the cinnamon rolls for breakfast, and we could eat the cookies as a snack, and then the cupcakes could be after dinner.” Tom tried to ration.

    “Tom, I’ll eat them all and then get bigger and you know I’m trying to look good this summer!” She whined, shaking her head and silently pleading for Tom to at least put one of the items he was holding back.

    Shuffling the food around in his arms, Tom attempted to clutch all the food with only one hand. Gently moving her hair away from her eyes, Tom kissed her temple. “Darling, you know that you’re perfect. There’s nothing wrong with how you look, and nothing would be wrong with how you look even if you decided to inhale the entire pastry department on your own. I love the way you think, how kind you are to others, and you’re one of the smartest and least arrogant people that I know! I love you for your heart, and your brain. I thank the universe every night for your lungs and your kidneys, because they make you. You’re sweet-ass body just happens a perk of loving you.”

    Tom kissed her one last time before dropping down onto one knee before her, “c’mon angel, please?” He asked one last time.

    Rolling her eyes at her boyfriend’s cheesiness, she placed the cupcakes and the cinnamon rolls in her basket before leading Tom over to the fruit and asking him to pick out the crunchiest apples for their salad.

    When Tom fell to one knee again, it was after she had gone shopping with her friends and was currently modeling her new purchases at his request. She had exited the bathroom in which she was changing in, wearing an extremely short, white dress that left very little, if anything to Tom’s imagination. The dress was littered with small, red roses and had straps that were tied into a bow. As she twirled for him, Tom could see that the straps were the only thing holding her new dress together and by the time that she’d stopped her spinning, Tom was on one knee.

    “Should I take this off myself or do you wanna get up off the floor and help me?” She giggled, toying with the bow sitting atop her shoulder blade.

    As Tom carefully untied her dress and watched it fall to the ground, he muttered, “pretty ring would go nice with the roses.”

    She could barely hear what Tom had said, let alone comprehend it, as he began to pepper her exposed body with warm kisses. Stuttering out an barely audible, “uh-huh,” as Tom mouthed over the sensitive spot she had just beneath her ear.

    As time went on, “I’m on my knee,” became a phrase that she would hear from Tom almost as frequently as he said “I love you.” He’d drop to his knee in public, private, essentially everywhere they went. She was nearly convinced that Tom on his knee wouldn’t ever mean anything other than their inside joke, but little did she know how Tom feeling.

    Each time he dropped down onto one knee before her, it always made him long to obtain a ring to present her with. Considering that he was on his knee for her essentially everyday now, so much so that even the press was completely desensitized to photos of Tom on his knee before his girl, he was legitimately out and about looking for rings.

    He’d recruited his mother to assist with the search, begged Harrison, Jacob, his brothers, his father, and even her mother to help him with the search, but none of them could find a ring that Tom felt was worthy of her hands. Each time someone would send him a photo of a ring that left Tom dissatisfied, which was often, he’d simply send back the verse from ‘Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond,’ regarding the smallest of hands. At this point, nobody was sure what he meant. Once Harrison had tried to clarify what exactly the rain having tiny hands had to do with the ring search, but he came back describing a look of genuine craziness in his best mate’s eyes and decided to drop it.

    It was only after Tom had wandering into an antique shop with his mother that he found something perfect for her. The wedding ring was vintage and even came with an engagement ring, and after Tom had spent countless hours on the weekend thrifting and wandering in an out of hidden gem shops with his girl, he knew that she’d love it.

    Tom could only hide the ring for about a week. He was utter and complete shit at hiding things, especially from her, and the ring felt as if it was burning a hole through his pocket. He couldn’t wait to let the whole world know that she was going to his forever and he’d be hers for just as long. Tom just needed to create the perfect moment.

    Luckily for him, the perfect moment came the very next morning. Tom trailed behind her, kissing the back of her neck softly as she laughed and threaded her fingers up through his curls. They were deep within the poetry section of the most massive library Tom had ever seen and when she reached up to grab a novel, Tom felt as if the wind got knocked out of him. In her hands sat a copy of E. E. Cummings collected poems and while she sifted through the pages, Tom prayed inwardly to the universe for her to read the poem that he knew was destined to be hers.

    Not allowing her time to chose a poem, Tom dropped down to one knee while her back was still turned on him. Digging the ring out from the confines of his pocket, he could only get the last few lines of the poem out. “I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice in your eyes is deeper than all roses.”

    As Tom neared the end of the poem, she turned and opened her mouth to say the last verse with him. “Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.” She smiled, completely prepared to meet Tom’s eyes as she finally faced him.

    At first, the only thing her mind could register was that her boyfriend was on his knee, as always. It took her a second to take in the ring that glittered off of the library’s bright ceiling chandelier. Pressing a hand over her lips, she struggled to breath, her small hands gripping the open poetry book in her hands. “Do you mean it, Tom?” She questioned, her eyes flicking down to the ring he was presenting her with.

    His eyes were glassy in the light, and Tom smiled, “course I do, darling. I’m on my knee after all.”


help you forget - part 2.

Originally posted by iminlovewithderekhale

pairing: derek hale x reader

warnings: smut, blood, a little angst. (scott being a dick.)

part 1. 

the sounds of slamming lockers echoed around the hallways as you let out a tired sigh, shoving your books into your backpack as fast as you could, wanting nothing more than to get out of the building and have a long nap, preferably on derek’s hard chest.

it had been two weeks since you and derek had got together, at first it was weird, not knowing how to act with him around everyone but as soon as he pulled you into his lap in the middle of a pack meeting leaving everyone wide eye’d as he planted kisses on the back of our neck, you figured it out pretty quickly.

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Pack Mother - Derek Hale

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Liam Dunbar, Isaac Lahey, PackMom!Y/N.

This is going to be a full series but I thought I’d give a disclaimer to prevent any confusion. This is kind of an AU where characters that left the show are still in the pack, just for more of a family vibe.

You walk into your home, your arms full of groceries. “Y/N! You’re here! Stiles got hurt and-” Scott looked up at you desperately.

You dropped the bags on the floor, your instincts kicking in. You kneel in front of Stiles and he smiles at you weakly.

“There you are. I told Scott you’d get here before I died.”

You stroke his hair. “Hush. You’ll be fine.” You kiss his forehead. “You feel warm. Scott get me the thermometer.”

The boy nods and heads to the bathroom.

You examine the gunshot wound in his chest, you put pressure around it but he flinches. “Hey, hey it’s okay. Trust me?” You caress his cheek and he nods. You yell at Scott to grab you some gloves and alcohol while he’s in the bathroom. He returns with everything and you put the gloves on before taking Stiles’ temperature. “It’s 102. You may have an infection.” You sigh as you flip the lid of the alcohol open. “This is going to hurt…and I’m sorry.” You wince as you begin pouring some of the liquid on his wound. Stiles screams in pain and you look at him sympathetically. “It’ll feel better when I’m done. You won’t die, Stiles.” You feel in the hole in his chest for the bullet. “Scott, help me flip him.” Scott nods and you push Stiles over. You take his jacket off and cut his shirt open. “It’s a clean shot. You’ll be fine.” You breathe out in relief.

You send Scott to find you a needle and thread while you tend to Stiles. You’re alerted when a man walks into your house. He looks vaguely familiar but you’re at a loss. “Can I…help you?” You stand up and look at the man in your doorway.

He smiles as you approach him. “Hi..I’m Derek Hale. Scott called me.”

So that’s Derek Hale. You knew you knew him. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you.” You smile before returning to Stiles. Scott walks in and hands you the supplies before going to talk to Derek. You begin stitching Stiles up, trying to comfort him.

You weren’t exactly sure when it had happened, it just sort of did. You’d become the pack mother. Every pack has either a mother or a father figure aside from the alpha that everyone imprints on. In this case even Stiles had grown close to you. You were a couple years older but you loved them. They practically lived with you and even though you’d gone to school with some of them, you were like a second mother.

You finished the stitches and went to the kitchen to get Stiles a drink. You returned and propped him up on a pillow. “Drink.” You hand him the bottle.

He tries to give it back. “I’m not thirsty.”

“You’re going to drink the water or I will open your mouth and pour it down. Now drink.” You push the water back to him and cross your arms. He sighs and takes a sip. “More, Stiles.” You warn and he rolls his eyes. He drinks more and you turn to Scott. “He should be fine, as long as he does what I tell him to.”

“Thank God. I couldn’t take him to the ER because of my mom. Thank you so much.” He hugged you and you smiled.

“Of course, Scott. That’s what I’m here for. Is everyone coming for dinner?” You both pull away and Scott nods. “Derek, do you want to stay?” You smile at him and he nods.

“Sure.”

“Wow. Sourwolf has had a change of heart.” You hear Stiles say quietly.

“Stiles lay down and be quiet” You say as you look over your shoulder. He does as you say and you look back to Derek.

“How do you get them to listen so well?” He chuckles.

“She’s the pack mother. This is the Y/N I was telling you about.”

Derek nods. “You are great with them, Scott tells me a lot.” He smiles.

“I’ve always been a motherly person so I guess it’s just natural.” You hear Isaac enter with Jackson and Lydia.

“Take your shoes off.”

“How do you know they aren’t already off?” Isaac asks.

“Are they?” You smirk at Derek as he watches you interact.

“Maybe. What do you think?” You can practically see the goofy grin on his face.

“Judging by the way the three of you are walking I’d say no. Heavy-footed geniuses.” You turn to look at them, all of them with their shoes intact. “What did I tell you?”

Isaac laughs and you glance back at Stiles. He gives you a thumbs up and you smile.

Everyone else arrived and you were cleaning the kitchen after dinner. Derek was helping while the others watched TV.

“So, how does it feel to be a beta to an alpha in high school?“ You teased Derek.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” He smiles.

You laugh. “Touché. I am the pack mother though, that has to count for something.” You turn your attention the Liam and Issac play wrestling. You hear everyone making bets. “Boys!” You cross your arms and everyone turns to look to you.

“Sorry, Y/N.” Liam and Isaac say in unison.

You turn back to Derek. “So why haven’t we ever met?” You hop onto the counter and face him.

“I’m not sure? It’s kind of strange considering we’re in the same pack.” You both laugh. “I’ll tell you what, let me take you out to dinner and we’ll get to know each other better.” Derek smiles.

“Hmm. I might just have to take you up on that.”

“Tomorrow at eight?”

You grin. “It’s a date.”

Scott turns his head. “You guys are going on a date? I didn’t think you’d get along.”

“And I didn’t think you were nosey.” You give him a look and he quickly turns back around.

You’d given Derek your number and he had texted you the next morning to tell you to dress up. You figured you’d go with your slinky blue dress and black heels. You sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone when you heard a knock at the door. You opened the door and you were greeted by Derek.

“Hey.” He breathed out, taking in the sight of you. “You look gorgeous.”

You smiled. “Thanks.”

“You ready to go?” He asks, holding his hand out to you. You nod and take his hand, following him to his car. He opens your door and helps you in.

When you arrived at the restaurant he lead you inside. You sat down and he smiled at you.

“I just find it so weird that we didn’t meet until yesterday.” Derek says.

“I know. I’ve been apart of the pack for a few months and I’d only heard your name.”

“Well, I hope you heard good things about my name.” He smiles.

“Mostly..aside from a few comments from Stiles.” You laugh.

“That makes sense.” He grins. “When did they all imprint on you?”

You take a sip of your drink. “About…a month and a half ago. It happened when Scott got hurt. He’d gotten bit pretty badly and he wasn’t healing.”

“Yeah, I remember that. Nobody would let me see him.” Derek nods.

“That’s because I wouldn’t let anyone in.” You smile. “He was under my constant care. I didn’t sleep for weeks while I was watching him. Scott imprinted and everyone else followed suit.”

Derek smiles. “I’ve never met a pack mother so…”

“Young?” You smile and he nods.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with it…to be honest with you I think it’s very attractive.” He smirks.

“Really? That’s good to know. I’ll have to be extra motherly when you’re around.” You laugh.

When your date’s finished Derek drops you off at home. He walks you to your door.

“I had a really great time tonight.” He smiles at you.

“Me too. We will definitely have to do this again.” You nod as you unlock your door. “I’m doing pack dinner again tomorrow if you want to come.”

“Yeah, I’ll be here. Alright, well I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiles. “Bye, Y/N.” He heads for his car and you go inside.

He didn’t kiss you. Did you do something wrong? That was probably the best date you’ve ever had. You go to bed that night with Derek clouding your thoughts.

the signs as summer
  • Aries: Heat waves and dried out fields filled with crickets and dragonflies. Trees whisper in the wind, gray clouds roll over, and birds fly over silently. There's enough static electricity in the air to feel it.
  • Taurus: The smell of flowers is heavy in the air and lightning bugs blink in the sky as it fades from orange and pink to purple to blue and finally black. The grass is cool and you sleep with the window open.
  • Gemini: Golden hour turns your surroundings to solid gold. Your eyes sparkle and you friend's hair glows in the setting sun. Hands still sticky with ice cream you can't help but to smile and laugh.
  • Cancer: Peaches, plums, and blueberries, bees buzz around you, but they mean no harm. Life seems just as sweet laying on a picnic blanket with your best friend staring at the clouds.
  • Leo: The smell of sunscreen and sun bleached hair, the salt spray from the ocean stings your eyes and the lull of ocean waves calms you. The sun rises from it's bed of clouds and embraces the earth for yet another day.
  • Virgo: Eyes squinting in the sun as it slowly sets and skin turned the slightest hint of red. The hollow sound of a wooden boardwalk and a sundress blown about in the breeze. The smell of good food and sounds of laughter fill the air.
  • Libra: Driving around town with the windows open; hair wind blown, cheeks flushed, music playing loud, and a smile to make your face hurt. The smell of fresh air and taste of ripe fruit, you hope you never reach your destination.
  • Scorpio: The view of a city from the hills above, the lights glow and motorcycle engines blare on unseen highways. The stars poke their holes in the fabric of the night sky and the earth beneath your feet is dry, you know things no one else does.
  • Sagittarius: The sky is forever twilight as a fire burns on the shore of a lake known only to you and your friends. You take turns jumping and pushing each other into the water. Laughing, screaming, yelling you hope the night never ends.
  • Capricorn: Empty soccer fields and deserted shopping centers. The world feels devoid of people under the lamps of parking lots and broken scoreboards. You drown yourself in the fluorescent lighting of the also empty grocery store.
  • Aquarius: Late night walks in quiet neighborhoods, the few illuminated houses give you glimpses into lives other than your own. Animals rustle in the bushes and you go home to stare at your ceiling fan and play music to fill your mind.
  • Pisces: Warm days still spent inside, you rest your head in your arms in the sill of an open window. You simply watch the earth as it moves in every way imaginable. Someone you love is laying in your bed, their breath barely audible as they sleep. You wouldn't dare disturb them and your heart aches for them.
I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
—  Jamie Campbell Bower (via @wizdomly)
“Troop Leader” Part 4

Summary: How will your father react when James Buchanan Barnes is the one to mend your broken heart?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader

Warnings: papa tony, fluff

Word Count: 1175

A/N: cliffhangers baby! taglists are open!

Troop Leader Masterlist


Originally posted by archieaddict

You didn’t sleep at all. The bed might have felt like clouds, but your thoughts are what kept you awake.

Would she be there? Would he be there? What if he moved her in right after you left. What if he threw away your things? You couldn’t stop thinking about the possible ‘what ifs’ that were going to come with tomorrow. It weighed on your conscious like a brick.

You were beginning to feel the heartbreak again, so you got out of bed. It was 4:30 in the morning and you knew exactly where you were going to go. The roof had been your solace ever since you were a little girl. You did your best thinking under the stars and moon. It calmed you. You felt all your worries wash away with the sounds of the city. It was safe.

You pulled on your comfy boots and brought a blanket with you. Your first stop was the kitchen. Of course, you were going to get a tub of ice cream. It was ritualistic after a break-up. You dragged your cocooned self into the elevator and clicked the button to the roof. It was cold when you arrived, and you were glad you brought the fluffiest blanket you owned (or Tony owned).

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Make Me

Requested by Anonymous

Written at spnfanficskatoli

Author: Assbutt

Characters: Dean x Castiel (Destiel)

Warnings: smut (this is probably the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written), fluff, cussing, cockslut!Dean, Dom!Cas, hesitant!Dean, Sub!Dean, Bottom!Dean… yeah I think that’s it.

Blonde, or wait was she a red head? No, the red head was last night, so she is definitely blonde. She probably has a name like Casey, or Calie or Britney. Something super girly like most blondes with fake boobs, shorter than should be humanly possible skirts and 6 inch heels. Yeah, life was good for Dean Winchester, well at least his sex life. Monsters were still haunting his dreams and he was still drowning himself in copious amounts of alcohol. Regardless, every night he got to forget about his crap life and get more action than most men can even imagine.

For Cas on the other hand, Deans night time “adventures” are really getting on his nerves. Now that Cas is human he needs his sleep, however the endless moans of “OH YEAH, DEAN. RIGHT THERE! RIGHT THERE!” or “YOU LOOK HOT WHEN YOU RIDE MY DICK LIKE THAT” or the more common and simple “FUCK. OHH. MMM. YEAH FUCK” coming through the adjacent wall in the motels are keeping him up and he can’t stand it any more. Tonight is no exception! 

Dean has been pulling this crap for two straight weeks. Although Castiel found Dean’s noises fucking delicious, he knew something was wrong. 

Yes, he loved the way Dean sounded. He’s had a soft spot, no, a melted caramel plush fluffy spot for the older Winchester for awhile now. He was going to have to talk to Dean tomorrow about what the hell he thought he was doing. 

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As planned, when Castiel heard Dean awake he marched over to his room and banged on the door. 

Dean answered the door only wearing boxer briefs which fit beautifully. Castiel did a once over of the man in front of him and blushed furiously at just how much skin was showing. 

“Hey, Cas.” Dean smirked. He was still glowing from sex last night. Well… Very early this morning. 

“Hello, Dean. May I come in?” Castiel gulped. 

“Sure. But uh- it’s kind of a mess in here.”

“I can imagine.” Castiel said under his breath. Cas came in and sat down at the table with Dean. 

“What’s up, Cas?” Dean’s morning voice was gravelly against the soft silence of the room. 

“What’s wrong with you? Something is wrong, Dean. You’ve brought over a dozen girls home in the last two weeks. One every night. Two on a couple nights.” Castiel muttered. 

“What do you mean what’s wrong? I’m great!” Dean lied. 

“No. You aren’t.” Castiel stood, growing slightly angry. 

Dean stood as well. 

Castiel stalked towards Dean, making Dean walk slowly backwards until his warm back hit the cold wall. Castiel still stood about a foot and a half from Dean. 

“Your little flings are keeping me up. All. Night. And I’m not particularly enjoying the lack of sleep.”

“Cas, I’m not gonna stop enjoying myself just because you lose a couple hours of shut eye. I hate how that sounds but I’m having a good time.” Dean laughed darkly. 

“You’re going to stop.” Castiel stepped closer to Dean. 

Dean’s jaw clenched, “Make me.“ 

Castiel pressed Dean into the wall, pinning his hands above his head as Castiel crashed his lips against Dean’s harshly. 

They stood like that for a few seconds and then Castiel pulled back a few inches slowly and stared at Dean as his eyes grew dark. 

Dean was positively flustered as his candy apple green eyes stared widely at Cas. 

"Uh-” Dean breathed. 

“Think about it.” Castiel growled and left the room quickly, slamming the door behind him. 

Dean let out a sharp breath that he didn’t know he was holding in. His arms were still beside and over his head although no one was holding them there. He lowered his arms and leaned his head back against the wall. 

Did Cas seriously just do that? Dean thought. 

Yeah. He totally did

Dean wasn’t sure how to feel about the whole thing. The only thing he was sure of was that THAT was fucking hot

Dean thought he was straight. He knew he was straight. He told himself that but his dick was telling him otherwise. 

“No. Nope.” Dean said to himself. “I’m not-” he sighed.

Dean went and sat on the bed, his elbows propped up on his knees and leaned down so he could hold his face in his hands. 

The past couple weeks Dean had been great. Every night was just “Wam, Bam, thank you ma'am”. And Dean was fine with that. But why had he been doing that?

Castiel was right. He was just trying to fill an empty hole. What hole? He had no clue. 

Maybe Castiel could-

“Fuck!” Dean hissed quietly to the room. “Shit. I don’t even-” Dean whispered to himself and flopped back on the bed. Lust and confusion clouding his mind. 

Back in Castiel’s room he was having a total meltdown and adrenaline rush. 

“What the-” he said to himself. 

“What the hell did I just do? I just kissed Dean Winchester. I kissed-” he whispered, bringing his fingers up to his swollen lips. 

“Hmm.” Castiel shrugged and gave himself a mental pat on the back for the sudden rush of confidence. 

Castiel laid back on the bed with a smile across his face and he finally got a few hours of sleep.

************

That afternoon, after Castiel’s nap, he woke to the sound of soft moaning coming from Dean’s room and he swears if Dean has another girl over he’s gonna kill him. 

But the only sounds he heard came from one person and they were definitely Dean’s. Castiel’s eyes rolled back into his head and his hands fisted into the sheets at the shear thought and image of Dean’s current activity. 

Cas clenched his jaw and breathed heavily for a moment. He could feel himself getting worked up and maybe, just maybe, Dean was teasing him. 

He stood and took off his coats, the temperature increase slowed slightly but Dean’s moans paused for a moment then returned louder than before. 

Before Castiel had the chance to rip Dean’s throat out he needed to figure out why he was gonna rip his throat out. 

Castiel flung his door open, stomped next door, and kicked Dean’s door in. 

There Dean was, fully clothed, kneeling on the bed, hands on the wall, and his fake moans stopped the second his door flew open. 

“Uhm…” Dean mumbled. 

“I see you’ve though about it. It’s not very polite, teasing me. Is it, Dean?” Castiel’s voice was rough with lust. 

“No, but you look pretty worked up. I find it kinda funny.” Dean laughed once. 

“No. It’s not. You’ve been a bad boy, Dean. I think I’ll have to punish you.” Castiel lowered his head, shut the door with his foot, and stalked towards Dean who was now sitting regularly with his feet hanging off the bed. 

“Fuck.” Dean breathed. He had to admit, Cas was being unfairly sexy right now and damn, was he turned on by it. 

Castiel walked to Dean, then got on him to straddle his lap. Cas put his hands on Dean’s shoulders and Dean put his hands behind himself to stay sitting up. Cas leaned in, licking a stripe along Dean’s jaw. Dean’s eyes flutter closed as his lips parted slightly. 

Cas rolled his hips hard against Dean’s and they could each feel how hard the other was. 

“Cas…” Dean moaned against the former angel’s neck and his hands wove into his deep brown hair. 

Castiel whispered to Dean, “I think you’re enjoying this too much.” His lips brushed against Dean’s ear, his breath making Dean shiver. 

“I-” Dean wasn’t sure what to say to that. 

“That’s okay. But like I said, you will be punished.” Castiel kissed Dean’s temple and kept rolling his hips as his hands went to Dean’s toned chest. 

“Oh- I- fuck.” Dean groaned. 

Castiel was good at this and Dean momentarily wondered where he’d picked up such talents, but then remembered he didn’t care as long as Cas never stopped. 

“You’re very aroused.” Cas simply stated, but his voice was still dripping of sex. 

“I’m gonna- Cas, I’m gonna-” Dean tried to form a sentence but failed miserably. 

When Castiel heard Dean’s words, he stood and stepped away, leaving Dean to shiver and fall back on the bed, panting. 

“What the fuck?” Dean whined. 

“This is your punishment. You can stay like this all day. At lunch, in front of Sammy, while you’re driving… And you can’t do anything about it. If you’re a good boy, I’ll reward you later.” Castiel smirked. 

“I cannot believe-” Dean started. 

“Believe it, babe.” Cas shrugged, kissed Dean’s cheek and started to leave. But before he did, he turned back around “Speaking of lunch, I’m hungry. I’ll go grab Sammy and we’ll go to the diner down the road. Straighten up.”

“O- okay.” Dean stuttered. 

“Good boy.” Castiel winked and left. He had Dean wrapped around his little finger. 

************

“Dean, you ready?” Sam banged on his door. 

Dean got up with a grunt, going and opening the door to see Sam. 

“Woah, you okay?” Sam asked.

“Yeah.” Dean’s voice was strained. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know. You just look kinda flush. You can hang back if you need to.” Sam said, concerned. 

“I’m fine, man.” Dean smiled, heading to the Impala. 

His hard-on rubbed teasingly against his jeans and he didn’t know how the fuck he would get through the day. 

They went to a movie after lunch and Sam wanted to see something other than them so throughout the whole movie Castiel traced around the bulge in Dean’s jeans with a finger. 

Later, they went to dinner, where Castiel proceeded to send dirty thoughts to Dean. 

At last, they went back to the motel and Dean had never been happier to get back to the hell hole of a place. 

Once Sam disappeared down in his room, Castiel grabbed Dean and pulled him into his room. Castiel’s room was much neater and they could do a whole lot more damage in there. The bed was bigger, and there was a lot more free wall space to push Dean against. 

Speaking of, Castiel pressed Dean against the wall and attacked his neck with open mouthed kisses. 

“C- Cas!” Dean moaned. 

“Mm?” Cas hummed against Dean’s neck. 

“Please- I’m- you’re killing me.” Dean whined. 

“Patience.” Castiel breathed against Dean’s ear, making him shiver. 

Castiel fell to his knees into front of Dean, his blue eyes looking up at the hunter. 

Dean gasped at the sight.

“Have you been a good boy?” Cas tilted his head. 

Dean nodded. 

“That’s what I thought.” Castiel began to mouth at Dean’s hardness through his jeans. 

“F- fuck.” Dean moaned and carded his fingers through Castiel’s hair. Dean bucked his hips but Cas pressed them back up against the wall. 

Castiel quickly unbuttoned and unzipped Dean’s pants, ripping them along with his boxers down his legs. Dean got the memo and threw his jacket across the room, his shirt soon following. Castiel kissed Dean’s thighs as he pulled off his two coats, loosened his tie and began unbuttoning his t shirt. 

Cas licked a stripe up Dean’s dick, ending with a swirl of his tongue around the tip. Dean groaned and threw his head back. 

Cas stood and finished taking off his shirt. Dean was stark naked and Castiel was still wearing his pants, his very tight fitting pants.

Cas’ hands cupped Dean’s jaw firmly as he leaned is to kiss him, teeth and tongue. Castiel rolled his hips and Dean whimpered. He fucking whimpered.

Castiel rapidly unbuckled his belt and in ten seconds he was just as naked as Dean. Dean stared down at Cas’ cock and swallowed thickly at the sight of it. 

“Like what you see?” Castiel growled. 

“Y- yeah.” Dean stuttered, reaching for it and dragging his finger slowly along the underside. 

Cas’ eyes rolled back in his head. “Did I say you could do that? No. I’m gonna have to… Restrain you." 

Dean gasped at the suggestion. Castiel grabbed his blue tie, pulling Dean’s arms in front of him and tying them at the wrists. Dean bit his lip, looking at his bound hands. 

"Too tight, baby?” Cas asked. 

“Perfect.”

“Good. Now get on the bed, all fours, and stick that sweet ass of yours up in the air for me.” Castiel walked to the other side of the room, as Dean followed his orders, grabbing a little box of toys and lube among other things.

 Dean turned to Castiel, “Whatcha got there, Cas?”

Cas pulled out a small bottle of lube and a vibrator. 

“F- fuck. Oh.” Dean moaned and buried his face in the pillows. 

Castiel walked over behind Dean, setting the two items down on the bed as he crawled up to kneel on it. 

Cas placed both hands on Dean’s ass, then gave an experimental squeeze, eliciting a high pitched moan from Dean. 

Cas’ gaze moved from Dean’s glorious back, down to his little pink hole. “Fuck.” Cas cursed. 

“Wha- Oh… Oh fuck- Cas!” Dean whined. 

Castiel had leaned down to lick Dean. His tongue dipped in a couple short times, making Dean say ungodly things. 

Castiel was basically eating out Dean’s ass and Dean could not get enough.

Castiel worked a finger into Dean, then two, scissoring him open. Dean rocked back onto Cas’ fingers, grunting with each movement. The former angel pulled his fingers and face away, “Flip.” He demanded. 

Dean did so and met the most lustful, primal gaze he’d ever seen from anyone. The blue in Cas’ eyes had almost vanished around the large black pupils. 

Dean put his bound hands over his head on the pillows and spread his legs wide. 

“So fucking hot.” Cas leaned down to lick and nip at Dean’s v-lines. 

“Cas- please…” Dean bucked up looking for friction. 

Castiel grabbed the vibrator that had been sitting a few feet away and pressed it slowly into Dean on the lowest setting. 

Cas crawled back and supported himself on his forearms around Dean’s hips and leant down to lightly run his teeth along Dean’s shaft. 

“JESUS FUCK!” Dean pressed his nails into his palms, most likely breaking the skin from how it felt. 

“Please Cas. I’m- Ah! Im so close!” Dean pleaded. 

“Not until I say.” Castiel’s tone and hot breath against him was killing Dean and he felt like he was gonna blow his load involuntarily if Cas said one more thing. 

Castiel sat up, pulled the vibrator out, threw it behind him lubed up fast and thrusted into Dean harshly. 

“Ah ah!!!” Dean whimpered as Cas pressed Dean’s knees up by his chest. The new angle allowed Castiel to get even deeper and fuck, Dean was gonna die. His face went from contorted pleasure to completely blissed-out and Castiel fucking loved it. 

Cas’ hands were beneath Dean, on his back and his face was buried in Dean’s neck as he sucked hard on Dean’s collarbone. He was gonna give Dean twice as many hickies, twice as dark as all the girls gave him in the past two weeks. Moments ago Cas had even gave Dean a couple marks on his backside. 

“Dean. Such a little cockslut aren’t you?” Cas grunted against Dean’s jaw. 

Dean nodded furiously. “Been wanting you so bad, Cas.”

“Good. Do you wanna cum?" 

"Please, oh god, yes please… Sir.” Dean added the last bit to see what Cas would do. He got the exact reaction he’d hoped for, Cas growled in approval and pressed a wet kiss to Dean’s cheek. 

Cas’ hand ran down Dean’s stomach and stroked his cock harshly. “Cum for me, baby.”

Dean came harder than ever before with a scream of Castiel’s name. He clenched around Cas and that triggered his orgasm. They both pushed, pulled, and moaned until there was nothing left.

Castiel pulled out and off of Dean, untying him and curling up behind him. 

Dean had serious trouble catching his breath and calming down, but Cas comforted him by tracing patterns into his arm. 

“Cas-” Dean gulped a breath of air. “I didn’t know you had it in you. But shit, I’m glad you had it in me." 

They both laughed at Dean’s remark and Cas kissed the side of Dean’s neck. "You enjoyed it?”

Dean chuckled, “Did you see me a few minutes ago? There are no words to describe how much I fucking loved it.”

“I’m glad.” Castiel had gone from this dominant, rough guy back to his soft self so quickly that it practically gave Dean whiplash. It was totally worth it though. 

Dean turned over in Cas’ arms to face the blue eyed man. 

Dean ran his fingers through Cas’ hair and Cas closed his eyes, humming softly. 

“So, you gonna let me get some sleep or what?” Cas looked into Dean’s eyes with a smile. 

Dean bit his lip, “After that, I don’t think either of us will have time for sleeping ever again.”

You Look Cute In My Shirt

Summary/Prompt: “I may have slept in your shirt while you were gone.”
Word Count: 1730 words
Warnings: slight smut (but yeah not really), 
Pairings: Tyler Seguin x Reader

Authors Note: So the other one I posted yesterday was  huge hit and so I though why not post another one. I have a part 2 for this already written so if I get enough feedback on this one, I’ll post the second part.

Originally posted by clarkethesharkmacarthur

The house on nights like tonight were extremely boring and lonely. A cold breeze shot past me, sending shivers down my spine. Lately the house had been extremely cold and it obviously didn’t help that I walked around it in just a t-shirt and underwear. That is unless I had been accompanied by Tyler , then I would be forced to put on more layers. And I’m not saying I liked that.

As of right now, Tyler and the team where a 5 hour plane ride away from Dallas, currently finishing up a road trip. Tyler had crept into my room sometime last week during the earlier hours and had let me know that him and the team were leaving for the week, and that they would be back no later than lunch on Thursday, which was tomorrow.

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The Gap

Summary: You are a morning person and Yoongi is definitely not—so for better or worse, something is going to change when fate places your windows less than three meters away from each other.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff, Neighbors AU
Word Count: 2,603
Author’s Note: Inspired by that Friends episode “The One With All The Haste” and the singing man across the way who sang “Morning’s here, sunshine’s here” like clockwork at the crack of dawn.

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Most people would describe the morning sunlight as bright, cheerful, endearing, warm, and peaceful, the rays like a stretch of encouragement from the sky. The promise of a new day, a brand new 24 hours to start fresh, make better choices, take initiation, try new thing or explore vast places, go on adventures or be in good company. The options were limitless, as high as the sky that shone above.

Yoongi, however, would describe the morning sunlight like a bucket of ice cold water, a bitter cup of coffee—too sharp, too sudden, ripping him apart from joyous things like sleep or dreams or a warm bed. It jolts him awake, clouds his mind more than clears it. More often than not, he finds himself burying his face into his pillow to muffle his groans, clearly hoping that if he groans loud enough it could turn back time.

But alas, that is not how the universe was created—so it doesn’t do much.

Yoongi supposes that a small percentage of this mindset should be his own fault, his own lack of aspirations making the 24 hours appear so much slower than they are to other people. He has dreams of course, passions that could challenge any other visionary on the street. But the weight of life has caught Yoongi in the stream, dragging him down the current and away from his desire, leaving him on the shore that takes the form of a coffee shop across the way. Albeit, it’s not an entirely bad gig—the tip is good and some of his best friends also work in the corner shop and his boss doesn’t actually treat him like shit. It just doesn’t leave Yoongi satisfied. It eats into his already very thinly veiled patience for the morning.

See the light where the sky meets the sea, and it calls me,” A clear voice rings through the thin window in Yoongi’s bedroom, the consistency and deja vu of the noise leaving a painful reminder in Yoongi’s mind about the time as it groans and throws the blankets over his head.

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Dorm Bedding 101

Okay, so first things first, if you’re going to splurge on anything in your dorm room, splurge on your bed. Trust me. You’ll be basically spending half of the academic year in it, and therefore snuggly is the way to go. So here are my tips on how to make your bed the snuggliest cloud ever. <3

1. You’re gonna be spending a shit ton of money on your bedding. So don’t decide to throw caution to the wind and forego a mattress protector. BUY A DAMN MATTRESS PROTECTOR. I don’t care if that mattress is brand new or 20 years old, it is dirty and you do not want to tempt fate. Just do yourself a favor and be the cool kid who doesn’t get bed bugs.

2. Next, you’re gonna need a mattress pad. Now, I personally didn’t really splurge on my mattress pad. It’s just a basic one from Target that I got on sale during tax-free weekend, but mainly you need it to keep all of your snuggly bedding from slipping around on that plastic mattress.

3. SPEAKING OF TAX-FREE WEEKEND. If you live in the States, do yourself a favor and go on your college shopping spree on tax-free weekend. The amount of money you will save is ridiculous, so just fight your way into Target and wherever else, grab your shit, and floor it to the cash register.

4. Now, as you sprint through Target with your shades on and the Mission Impossible theme song blaring out of the speakers, grab yourself a super plush mattress topper. Go as thick or thin as you want, although I’d recommend at least two inches for optimal snuggliness.

5. On to sheets! Okay, I’m gonna be honest, I despise Jersey sheets, but apparently they’re a thing for college students, so if you’re into that, go for it. Otherwise, aim for cotton, cotton, cotton. Get two sets of sheets. Believe me, sometime during your college life, you WILL ruin a set, so just save yourself a step and get extras.

6. So this bit is 100% up to your individual preference, but I personally would recommend getting a down alternative comforter (don’t get real down, save the birds, come on guys) in a neutral color. (Mine is white and I keep it pretty clean, but if you’re planning on having a Doritos-and-Pizza buffet on your bed, you might want to go for a darker color.) You can also get a duvet cover if you just really want a froofy floral print on your bed. Don’t get anything too thick or too thin, especially if you live in a place with four seasons; anything that says “all-seasonal” is A+ and 10/10.

7. And finally, pillows! I’d recommend getting two big pillows (I actually have four, because I’m a pillow whore and I have no shame), but any and all throw pillows are up to you. I would try to limit it to two, mayyyybe three small throws, since there’s only so much room on the bed and you don’t want to have to squeeze your body onto two inches of mattress next to your wall of stuffed animals and fandom pillows.

8. Lastly, WASH YOUR FREAKING BEDDING. I do mine every two weeks at least; every week would be ideal, but alas, I have a life. Just please, please, please don’t let your sheets sit and soak for four months in all the gross shit you bring in from outside. You don’t even want to KNOW what kinds of disgusting things build up on your bedding over time. Plus, is there anything better than sleeping in a newly washed and made bed that smells like Hawaiian Mango Breeze and success?


Voilà! Now you have a beautiful, plush, snuggly pile of love waiting for you after classes and studying. You’re welcome.

And to all the precious sunflowers going to college this fall, I wish you all the luck in the world, and don’t forget that even if it’s overwhelming at first, it’ll be okay! And of course, you always have boatloads of studyblrs (including me!) who would love to help you and give you advice whenever you need it.

Originally posted by dream-kittty

Honeymoon

Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is my entry for @frickfracklesackles‘ Natalie’s 1,000 Follower Celebration Movie-Trope Challenge! CONGRATS GIRL, you deserve it! Go give her a follow if you haven’t already! For her challenge, I picked a character (actor in this case!), trope and a movie quote! Prompts are below and quote will be bolded in the fic. As always, I love feedback so much and my tag list is open; send me an ask if you want to join. :) I hope you like this! Also thank you to @avasmommy224 for reading this and giving me your opinion! It helps so much you have no idea :)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 4,000-ish

Warnings: Fluff, Angst (a tad), mentions of cheating, I don’t want to give too much away!!!

Trope: 12. Meet actor on vacation and become lovers

Movie Quote: m. “Marriage! The end of spontaneous sex, traveling by yourself, and buying whatever you want without having to ask permission. Right?” - How To Be Single

Song Inspirations: “I Want You” by Kings of Leon, “Send My Love (To Your New Lover)” by Adele and “Rich” by Maren Morris

Originally posted by mishasminions

Honeymoon.

Honey. Moon.

Who the hell came up with that word anyway? As I’m sitting here on this charter bus that’s taking me to my resort hotel, I’m watching about three newlywed couples about to get it on on the nasty, itchy seats that probably haven’t been cleaned in years. Rolling my eyes, I decided to grab my headphones out of my carry-on and shove them in my ears before I said something to them.

I decided to look up where the word ‘honeymoon’ came from before I had to witness post-marital bliss conjure right before my eyes.

Typing quickly on my phone, I could feel the bus pulling to a stop, but I wasn’t paying attention. It would be at least five minutes before I was able to get off this godforsaken bus anyway. Why did I choose a seat in the back again? I’ll never know.

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