but i already gave in to that urge

Love Me Like You Do (Part 1)

Summary: Draco decides to visit America before he gets married to Astoria Greengrass, fulfilling a pact his family has made with hers. It’s a last-minute trip he wants to take before he settles down to fulfill his duties as a Malfoy. Until he meets you, and you change his whole life.

Word Count: 3,073

Warnings: None.

A/N: Another daydream of mine with my beloved Draco. Hope you all enjoy! 

Originally posted by nellaey


“Draco? Draco!”

Draco blinked and met his mother’s eyes. “Yes?”

Narcissa Malfoy gave him a thin-lipped smile, embarrassment across her otherwise-stoic features. “Are you with us, dear?”

Draco, in fact, wasn’t in the room. His mind had been wandering ever since his father began to talk about business and how he was seeking to invest his Galleons into worthy ideas. Nothing that really interested Draco. His passion was found in cauldrons, steaming potions, watching them change colors as Draco neared the discoveries of spells and concoctions that would help the wizarding world throughout the planet.

Yet his parents weren’t so fond of his chosen career path. They called it a hobby, didn’t acknowledge Draco’s efficacity in it, and Lucius incessantly insisted that Draco meet with him weekly to go over the family’s interests and what to do to bring even more fortune to the Malfoy household.

The war had been unkind to his family. Pureblooded thinking had been shunned and Lucius Malfoy had been forced to swallow his pride and beliefs to keep going forward, to try to fix the wrongs that had tarnished his household when he had chosen the wrong side.

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Just stay with me: marichat?

Marinette huddled under her blanket, her hands clutched around a mug of steaming tea to help fight off the cold. 

She didn’t want to go inside. 

She had thought she had seen the worst of it. She had faced down so many akumas. She had fought against her best friend with barely a flinch of hesitation, knowing that she could do what needed to be done and that everything would be alright. She thought there was nothing she couldn’t handle. 

She had never thought she might have to fight her own mother. 

Marinette huddled further into the corner of her terrace. 

They had been victorious of course. Cleansing the akuma and restoring the city to rights. But while the superficial damage may have been repaired, the emotional damage was taking a toll that Marinette had never realized was possible until it struck at the heart of her own family. 

The attack last night had been all over the news. They always were. The first time the footage aired that morning Marinette had watched in horror as her usually indomitable mother had burst into tear, shutting herself in the bedroom and leaving a silent Tom and Marinette to finish the morning preparation. The normally bustling bakery had been a ghost town, and even though Marinette was off from school her father had told her there was little she could help with and to go enjoy her day off since there wasn’t much to be done.

Alya had insisted that this was normal and would die down in a day or two, sending Marinette several links to articles and interviews she had done on the subject. It didn’t do much to lift Marinette’s spirits, but she couldn’t help but feel an awed sense of pride at the incredible dedication her friend had towards her site.  

Sabine had of course eventually recovered after a few hours. Coming down and joining Tom in the empty shop, but in spite of her attempts to act as though everything was fine, the general atmosphere was sullen. Tom had ultimately retreated to the kitchen to take his frustrations out on a new bread recipe he had wanted to try, and Marinette had retreated to her balcony. 

She felt like a failure. 

She kept seeing the image of her mother- twisted and transformed into one of Hawkmoths minions, glaring at her lunging forward to rob her of her Miraculous. 

It had been by far one of her worst fights. Her mind had been unable to focus, instead racing with questions and wondering if she could have stopped this. 

Thank God for Chat. He had immediately registered her distress and more than picked up the slack, taking the lead for a change. He had forsaken his habitual good humored flirting and managed the battle with a quiet, efficient intensity that she would not have expected from her usually exuberant partner.

It had been over in a matter of minutes, one of their shorter battles if she was being honest. But it had somehow felt like an eternity, and she had barely been able to get through the traditional fist bump before fleeing the scene so that no one would see her burst into tears. 

Now here she was, huddled helplessly against the wind, her face stained with tears that had been falling on and off for the last few hours, ashamed to go inside. 

She heard the sound of footfalls on the roof and looked up expecting to see her father. Instead she was met with the concerned green eyes of her partner. 

“Chat… what are you doing here?” she asked fighting the urge to attempt to straighten up her appearance. 

“I like to check up on the victims after the attacks,” he said collapsing his baton and stowing it behind his back. 

“I wasn’t the victim.” 

“I know. I already spoke to your mother down in the bakery.”

“Oh,” Marinette said, surprised, “How…” she trailed off. 

“She’ll be ok,” Chat said coming to sit down beside her. “She was blaming herself for something she had no control over.” He gave Marinette an assessing glance. “Seems to be a trait with the Cheng women I see.” 

She laughed softly then scooted closer and dropped her head against his shoulder. Too tired and too heartsick to care that she was untransformed and therefore shouldn’t be showing this level of familiarity.

Chat’s eyes widened slightly in surprise but he made no effort to stop her, only adjusting slightly so they fit together in a more comfortable angle. 

“I didn’t know you did this,” she said quietly. 

“Did what?”

“Visited with the victims. It’s very kind of you.” 

“No one should have to go through something like this alone,” he said, “pain is worse if you don’t talk to anyone about it. It can change you, leave you broken. Even hurt the people around you.” 

“You sound like you have some experience on the subject.” 

“I might.” 

She nodded slightly and took a small sip of her tea. “Do you talk to all of the victims?” she asked curiously. 

“No, not all of them. Some of them don’t need it, I’ll go to check in on them and they will already be on the road to recovery. Your friend Alya for example. She had her own ways of coping.” 

“You should have talked to her anyways. You know she would have adored getting a personal visit from Chat Noir.”

“You know in retrospect you are right,” he said with a small smile. “Next time I’m on patrol I’ll make a point of letting her catch me for an interview. Unless you want to make my life easier and just help with a set up?” 

“She’s coming over for a sleepover tomorrow night,” Marinette said feeling warmer for the first time all day.

“I’ll be sure to coincidentally land on your balcony during my rounds. Say around 9:00?” 

Marinette smiled. 

“So, who was the most difficult person for you to talk to?” she asked. 

Chat thought for a moment, his brow furrowing in concentration. 

“Probably the little girl, the one who stole all your dolls, remember?” 

“You talked to Manon?” 

“Yeah, that one was rough. Not gonna lie I went home that night and put together a Hawkmoth dart board. Might have gotten a little carried away. Even stabbed the thing with a fencing sword if you can believe it.” 

Marinette laughed, pressing closer against her partner and he wrapped an arm around her. 

“That’s actually kind of fantastic,” she said, “Do you still have it?” 

“Nah, my father made me take it down. I think it freaked him out that I was violently lashing out what most of Paris thinks of as some unknown mystical super being.” 

“What do you think of him as?” 

“Exactly what he is- some guy in a suit who thinks its ok to terrorize innocent people for his own selfish gain. He might have powers but he’s just an ordinary man.” 

“Like you are?” she said, looking up at him and for the first time desperately wishing she could know the boy behind the mask. 

“Exactly.” 

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Marinette sipping on her tea without really tasting it and Chat rubbing his hand idly up and down her arm over the blanket. 

“Why did you come to talk to me?” Marinette asked at last. 

“Because you looked like you needed a friend,” he replied. 

“I do,” she admitted, hating the pricking of tears she could feel returning to her eyes, “I really do.” 

“Is there anything I can do for you princess?” he asked tenderly, wrapping his other arm around her and pulling her in close. 

“Just stay with me.” 


Look I did angst!!!! Part of my 4 word prompt drabbles. Not taking on new ones atm just finishing the ones I have. 

Teenage Pregnancy

“Teenage Pregnancy”

When my daughter told me she was pregnant,
I looked at her with the widest of eyes.
I asked her if she was planning to keep it,
Because from this situation she could not hide.

She was only in high school,
But I allowed her the freedom to choose,
Because I knew she was responsible,
And trust would not be abused.

I was never an over-bearing parent.
I gave my kids room to breathe,
Believing at a young age I instilled values,
And faith in them would not deceive.

So when my daughter told me the news,
As a parent I felt like I failed.
Her life already pre-determined,
Before her ship could set sail.

Well, that’s what I thought back then,
As I urged her to get an abortion.
If she does it in the early stages,
It’s still not considered a person.

She wasn’t emotionally ready,
Or financially secure to have a child.
She didn’t even have a high school diploma.
The problems would just continue to pile.

Like where would the baby sleep?
Or who’d watch the baby while she works?
She couldn’t rely on her boyfriend.
He was always such a jerk.

And she certainly wasn’t relying on us.
My wife and I agreed she’s on her own.
If she’s responsible enough to have sex,
Then she’s responsible enough to atone.

So one night our daughter ran away,
And we never heard from her until,
Twenty years had passed,
And she came of her own free will.

She visited with a man,
Who was working on a degree.
He said he was planning to be a doctor,
And pursue a ph. D.

It was then that I realized,
This man was her son.
And though too stubborn to admit,
I was proud of what she had done.

And I would never tell her son,
I insisted his mom should have had an abortion,
Because twenty years later,
I can see he’s a wonderful person.

Toothbrush

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Requested?: Nope! 

Summary: At what point does casual sex become more? Daveed’s having a problem figuring that out.

Words: 3.1k+

A/N: I had this for a while actually but kept forgetting I had it so here you go! This was inspired by the song Toothbrush by DNCE! Thank you @secretschuylersister for proofreading and telling me to post this! Enjoy!

Originally posted by lafayettesbun


This was teetering on dangerous now. For the umpteenth time, Daveed has woken up in bed next to you after yet another social gathering. It had started off simple, the chemistry was there and it was undeniable that you both wanted to jump each other’s bones so eventually Daveed made his move and was met with little resistance. The cycle became: have sex, rest for a few minutes, get dressed and then leave right after. The next time you guys ran into each other, it was like your friendship hadn’t changed and conversation flowed easily. Then one night you were too sore to get up and asked to stay the night, Daveed agreed not thinking much of it. You both settled into your halves of the bed and nodded off, you were gone before he woke up. Then things changed again.


You were both laying on your backs, panting hard with closed eyes. Daveed opened his first, looking over at you and admiring your skin as it glistened in the moonlight. He did a pretty good job tonight.

“I give it a 6 out of 10.” You spoke up, laughing at the offended look on Daveed’s face.

“Oh please! You had 2 orgasms!”

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The Accidental Husband

Part 1 - Breakups and Marriages

Fireman!Dean x Reader

A/N: This is an AU inspired by the namesake movie. It doesn’t follow the same storyline, just the main concept.

Summary: Dean gets dumped and apparently it’s all your fault. That’s why he and Charlie decide that a little payback is not gonna hurt and, if it does, well… then it’s just karma.

Word Count: 1800+

Tags: @mrswhozeewhatsis @why-do-you-want-my-user-name @daydreamingintheimpala @driverpicksthemuusic  @mysoul4dean @thing-you-do-with-that-thing  @amoreagron @spnfangirl1965 @aristtewinchesterholmes @thisisthelilith @chelsea072498 @skymoonandstardust 

Originally posted by frozen-delight

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Did someone say modern step sibling au lmao
I mentioned writing this before, I was gonna make it one long fic but i decided to break it up into a few shorter ones? It wont be that long tho I just don’t want it all to be in one thing.
ANYWAY, this is a modern au featuring JD and Heather Chandler as step siblings who are desperate for Veronica, a Known Bisexual. It’s honestly equal parts jdonica and chansaw so hopefully you’re into that lol. Here’s part one!

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Kingdom Come Pt. 1 [Damian Wayne x Reader] AU

A/N: You got a Dick Grayson series (kinda), you got a Jason Todd series, you got a Batsis series… now prepare for a Damian Wayne series! 

Tags: @batboysimagine @batfamily-imagines @tim-help @memento-scribet @saramdeuli 

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Princess!Reader

Warnings: None… yet :D

Word Count: 755

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Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, there lived a beautiful princess. She was a young princess, innocent and naive and clueless about the world. All she knew was the world behind the castle walls, the world that was her own little kingdom, and what a gorgeous kingdom she had indeed. For everything thrived and there were no disloyalty or burglary, there was only love and peace.

Her castle was her bedroom chamber, high above on the east wing of her father’s domain. It towered above her little kingdom, where rows of magnificent roses, blooming dandelions and vibrant bougainvillea grew. Further west, there was a sparkling pond where the merpeople lived.

It was her own kingdom, seen only by the eyes of her imagination, because she was often lonely. She had no friends, no partner-in-crime. Her handmaidens were all older than her and they tended to her every need, nothing more, nothing less. Her guards only existed to give their life for her, not to befriend her. Therefore, she created her own friends with the power of her mind… and loneliness.

But one day, something quite extraordinary happened.

A knock resonated through the princess’s bedroom, causing her to move from her place by the window. “You may enter.” she informed the person outside. The oak door to her bedroom opened with a creak and one of the servants of the castle entered, bowing before straightening himself.

“Your Highness,” he said with a clear voice, “the King and Queen requests your audience.”

She nodded at the servant. “Tell them I will be there shortly.” The servant bowed once more and left her room, closing the door behind him. As soon as he left, she called her handmaidens to change her clothing. When meeting her parents, she had to be dressed appropriately, and a casual gown such as the one she was wearing now was unfit for such occasion.

Once she was ready, she headed through the stone corridors towards the throne room, accompanied by her loyal guards. All her subjects that she passed bowed or curtsied to her, their princess.

“Her Royal Highness, Princess [F/N].” she heard someone announce before the large doors opened for her.

When she entered the throne room, she immediately noticed there were a few unfamiliar faces. Though she was only a young girl at the mere age of nine, she was well-educated and mature for her age. From the way they were dressed, they were Knights.

Everyone lowered their heads as the princess entered and no one spoke a word. She walked up to her parents and curtsied before speaking. “You have summoned me, father?”

“Yes, my dear.” her father stated kindly, reminding her that even under formal circumstances he was still the same man that tucked her to bed every night, no matter how busy he was, “I have called you to meet your new personal guard.”

“My… personal guard?” [F/N] repeated, confusion laced in her voice, “is there a reason for this? I have many already…”

Her father sighed and gave her a weary smile. “I’m afraid I have to remove most of them from their duties guarding you.”

“Why?” she asked, slightly alarmed.

“You do not need to know the reason now, my child. Now, come.” her father urged, beckoning her forward. Although she was still clueless to what was happening, she did as she was asked.

From the corner of her eye, she saw a young boy, about her age or perhaps a little older, step forward. Though small like her, he certainly didn’t look weak or feeble. He wore the clothes of a knight and had a sword strapped to his belt.

“This is Sir Damian, of House Wayne.” her mother voiced, “as you know, House Wayne has been loyal to the [L/N] family for generations. They are the most skilled warriors of this land. The young man is tasked with protecting you. He will go where you go, fight your battles, and if needed, lay down his life for you.”

[F/N] nodded and turned back to study Sir Damian. He had sharp features with a slightly exotic complexion. His tanned skin brought out his emerald eyes, something she decided she liked most about him.

She watched as he got down to one knee, lowering his head. He said his oath, swearing to protect her, before raising his head to look at her. Not knowing what to do, she simply smiled kindly at him.

And that was when everything changed.

anonymous asked:

wonwoo + face riding ;))

Smut.


“Come here babygirl.”

Wonwoo motioned you towards him, eyes hooded as he looked at you in your skimpy little underwear. You gulped loudly, but agreed, nervously shuffling towards him, trying to ignore the throbbing between your legs. How could only a few words he said affect you like that?

He cocked his head to the side when you were contently sitting on his lap as he was laying on the bed, left hand propped under his head and the other one on your thigh. “Do you mind if I have a taste?”

You’d be lying if you’d say that you wouldn’t gladly do that, although you tried to hide your smile as you raised your hips, moving them towards Wonwoo’s face. He lazily smiled up at you, his eyes not knowing whether to look into your heat or into your eyes.

He gently wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you a little closer just so that you were able to feel his breath on your heat, causing you to tremble with anticipation. His eyes flickered up at you before pressing a soft kiss onto your clit, eliciting a small whimper from you. He watched in awe as you let out a sigh as his tongue traced circular patterns around your clit before sucking on it.

“You wanna ride my tongue, babe?” He sounded so sweet asking that, giving your slit a few licks while waiting for your answer. You couldn’t form a proper answer, but a moan and a nod of your head was all he needed as your approval. “Move your hips then,” he said, hands helping you find a slow rhythm. He hummed at the taste as you ground against his tongue, and the sight of you as you slowly moved your hips. He couldn’t help but grab your ass as you rode his tongue, giving your right cheek a quick spanking.

“Wonwoo,” you whimpered, “again, please.”

As if he wasn’t smirking enough already, he hummed in pleasure. “As you wish.”

He gave you another slap, watching you flinch on top of him. He flattened his tongue, pressing it against your core, guiding you as he grabbed onto your ass. He helped you grind a little deeper, and you started to mewl as the feel of his warm, wet tongue was driving you very close to your limit.

“Come on baby, a little faster now,” he urged you. “I want you to come on my tongue.”


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Norman Reedus x Reader | Daryl Dixon x Reader | NSFW | Smut Warning | 18+ Only

Summary: So I had this idea where Norman and the reader have been dating for over a year now and the reader really loves Daryl’s character. She has asked Norman to roleplay Daryl in the bedroom before, but Norman always turns her down. It’s the reader’s birthday and Norman lures her onto the set of Alexandria one night and has a surprise for her. He roleplays Daryl and rough smut, that turns into some lovey dovey Norman smut happens. Sounded so fucking hot! So I had to write it! (Sorry this one took freaking forever!)

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Your feet hit the loose gravel and you heard it crunch underneath your weight as you walked swiftly toward the house with its porch light on. You looked down at the note in your hand which was from Norman, who you had been dating for over a year now. It instructed you to meet him on the set of Alexandria and go to the house with the 312 marking it. You confirmed this was the right house and walked up the stairs with a giddy smile on your face and butterflies in your stomach.

It was your birthday today and the note in your hand said he had a surprise for you and to meet him here. You hadn’t seen him since this morning when he left you with a sweet smile and a slow kiss on your lips as you smiled and fell back into your slumber in the early morning hours. He made you so happy. He was the sweetest, sexiest man you had ever known. You sometimes still couldn’t believe he wanted you.

You place your hand on your stomach, trying to calm your anxious belly. You rub around it a few times and take in a deep breath. You opened the door and walked into a dimly lit hallway, which flickered with the glow of candlelight shimmering across the plain beige wall, making it appear to be alive with fire.

You smiled to yourself and slowly breathed in the vanilla scent, closing your eyes to experience it more deeply. You followed the small hallway until it opened up into a living room, with a kitchen on the right side, which was completely dark. The candle glow came from the living room, which was modest, but cozy.

Your heart melted when you looked down and saw a bouquet of wildflowers, your favorite, on the table in front of the couch. You smiled widely and walked over to pick up the notecard that was propped up next to the flowers that had your name on it.

           “I don’t know what I’d do without all the light you bring into my life. I have something you’ve been wanting, waiting upstairs for you. – N

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Lifebuoy (Brett Talbot)

Brett x Reader


A/N: There was a day where @bonniebird kept barfing out cute ideas and I got so jealous of her creative mind, and guess what? She said “you can have them”, so here I am. Writing a fic from one cute ideas I already love.

Summary: Not being able to swim and only Brett knows, so he gives you piggyback rides so you can join in with everyone.



Today were one of the warmest days during the summer in Beacon Hills, it was in the middle of your summer break and you spend most of your days hanging out with the pack.


This day, you choose to take a road trip to the beach, since the heat made it unbearable to do anything else. You sat in the backseat of Stiles’ Jeep, between Liam and Brett who kept sending each other glares on whose shoulder you’d lean on when you felt sleepy.


But you were far from falling asleep. The thought of being near water scared you, not afraid of being wet or the sea itself, it was just the fact that you couldn’t swim.

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bones | 03 (m)

Originally posted by fairybcby

• pairing: jung hoseok x reader // min yoongi x reader, college! hoseok, college! yoongi
• genre/warnings: angst, smut, friends with benefits
• words: 9,356
→ summary: you were broken from a past relationship, and Hoseok wanted to fix you, but what price was he willing to pay? Would he end up worse off, or would you realise in time, that your best friend was the one…?
• note. inspired by this song here.

» playlist | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05

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Archie Andrews Imagine: Savior

Requested 

A/N: I know that this is like really really shitty so sorry but I have pretty bad headache and also I am sick, but I really wanted to post something.

Prompt: 18.“I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”

Summary: Reader who works as bartender is being bothered by one drunk man, but tries to ignore it. Later that night he follows her outside where he pins her against the wall, but before he could do more Archie appears and saves reader.

Word count: 1044


Originally posted by goldenglider

Why won’t you stay so we can have some fun?” the drunk man offered me with a smirk on his face and his companions around the table let out agreeing murmurs.

“I believe you have just enough fun on your own,” I snapped replacing the empty cups with the full ones from my trail.

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A night on the town, part 1


Pairing: McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 1487 (a little longer than I planned)

Warning: Brief mention of sex



Maggie waved her hand in front of your face as you stared aimlessly at the screen before you.  “Earth to [Y/N].  You alive in there, girl?”  The movement startled you, as somehow you had not heard her walk into your office.

“Umm yeah, Maggie. What are you doing here?”  You straightened yourself up in your chair and pulled on the lapel of your lab coat in an attempt to look like you weren’t half-asleep with boredom.  She put her hands on her hips on her hips with that mother hen look she often got with you.

“You need a break. All these patients and boring files are going to melt that big brain.  Come on we are going out tonight.  Dancing, a few drinks, then we can walk home looking at all the pretty lights of York Town.  I promise I won’t try to pawn you off on some random stranger.  Even though you do need to get laid sometime this century.” Shaking your head, you stood up walking around your desk.  

“Let’s not talk about that. The last time was horrible and I have no desire to repeat it.”  Maggie looked like she was going to stomp her foot.

“That is what I am saying! We go out have fun and go home a little tipsy and tired.  No pressure for anything more.  What could go wrong?”  Your brow rose in her direction.

“I can’t believe you just said that.  Something awful is going to happen now.  I will blame you if I end up here with a broken anything.”  She laughed as she jumped up and down.  

“Oh we are going to have so much fun.  Come on Doctor Boring I have a dress that will look perfect on you.”  Grabbing your hand, she dragged you through the door of your office past your commanding officer, who eyed the two of you warily.

“I probably do not want to know.  I need you in one piece for your next shift Doctor [Y/L/N].”  Your cheeks flushed.  Doctor Baush had seen you arrive many a time, for your shifts, hung-over after nights out with Maggie.

“Yes sir.  I will be here, I promise.  I have never missed a shift.”  The man nodded once then went back to his PADD.  She dragged you all the way back to her assigned quarters. Refusing to let you go home because she knew you would probably back out if given the chance.  The dress she handed you was better than you had imagined. It was not trashy or revealing. The knee length dress, had a light skirt that twirled when you moved.  It was a pretty aqua number with a black sash at the waist that accentuated your hips. You had to give it to Maggie she knew what you liked.  She pulled your hair up in a pretty and easy bun then just put a little flair of makeup around your eyes.  That was the reason she had become one of your closest friends.  She knew when to push you but never pushed too far.

The two of you walked arm in arm towards the busy central commercial streets of Yorktown.  Laughing and talking as you made your way through the crowds.

“Well, there must be shore leave.  Look at all uniforms out tonight.  Too bad we aren’t looking for some sexy Commander for you.” Maggie wiggled her eyebrows at you.  You could only laugh and pinch her arm gently.  

“Come on you promised me dancing and a few drinks.”  You pulled her into one of the lesser crowded bars.  Lesser, being it was still packed but there was not a line around the corner to get in.  A few shots for the both of you before you ended up on the dance floor for a few hours. While you were not drunk, your body felt warm and you had that normal pink tinge to your cheeks that happened just before you reached that point.  That was your cue to cease the drinking.  It felt awful waking up in the morning with a hangover.  So you quit while you were ahead.  You looked around for a few minutes for Maggie before finding her leaning back against a wall talking to some tall redheaded man.  They looked to be in deep conversation so you made your way back to the bar.  Just before breaking through the wall of people, someone tapped your shoulder.  As you turned, all you could see were startling blue eyes and a mess of blond hair.

“Hello, beautiful. Want to dance?”  The words were slightly slurred and he did not seem all together stable on his feet.    

“Oh no, pretty boy.  I am getting some water and taking a seat. My feet are killing me.”  You walked off leaving the surprised man in your wake.  Thankfully, one seat at the bar was open between everyone trying to cram into the small space.  As you sipped on your water, you turned back looking at the crowd and sighed.  This was not your scene.  It was getting to be too much.

“How come you aren’t out there dancing with that guy?” A voice asked from next to you.  Looking over you found a dark head of hair and a half smile looking into his liquor glass.

“Oh you mean the pretty boy? Umm no.  He is drunk and I don’t do the whole sleeping with a random stranger thing.  I really don’t need to wake up with some form of the clap either.  The hypos for that are not fun.”  The man choked then spit out his drink.  Raising a brow at him.  “Are you alright?”

“Yeah.  Yes, I’m fine.  Just uhh, the drink went down the wrong pipe there.”  You knew it was a lie but he was smiling wide now.  He looked handsome with that smile too.  “May I ask you a question?” You nodded at him, interested to see what the question was.  “Why are you in a place like this with people like this?  It’s a bar and people come to bars to drink and make fools of themselves.  You don’t seem like someone who would come here to do that.”

“Well that wasn’t what I was expecting.  But, I’m here because I needed a break in the monotony.  I’ve been bored and needed a bit of drinking and dancing.  Not looking for my soul mate or anything.  Just something letting me know I am still alive. You ever feel like that?”  The man sat up straighter on his stool looking at you in a way that made your cheeks flush more than they already were.  It wasn’t rudely, just searching deeper.

“Darlin’ you have no idea. I’m Leonard, by the way.”  He held his hand out.  You shook it with a dip of your head.  

“[Y/N].  Want to go outside, and talk?  This place feels like it is closing in.”  Leonard smiled again, setting a credit chip on the counter.  

“Lead the way.”  You couldn’t help but grin at him.  After a moment to let Maggie know where you would be, you walked out towards a bench that looked over the lights of Yorktown. The two of you talked for hours. Finding it funny how much you had in common.  You had attended the academy just two classes behind him and each of you had heard the others names in passing.  Leonard had even read your report on Xenobiological sampling; published last year.  There had always been rumors about the grumpy southern doctor in the medical circles you knew.  However, he laughed and smiled easily with you.  Before you both knew it, the sun was coming up.

“I can’t believe it. We have been talking for six hours. The time just flew.”  You stood up realized how stiff your body was from sitting for so long.  

“Me either.  But it was wonderful.  After I get some sleep today, would you have dinner with me?  I want to see you again.”  Leonard had been holding your hand for the past few hours and now he gave it a quick squeeze.  The hopeful look on his face made your heart melt.

“I want to see you too. I will meet you here at 1900.  You better not be late, Leonard.”  You leaned up on your toes and kissed him lightly on the lips.

“No ma’am.  I will be right here waiting.  1900 hours.”  He said quietly as he looked down at you.  You fought the urge to kiss him again.  It would end with you unable to pull away.  You already knew it.  Leonard stood there watching you as you walked off towards your home.  The feeling of his eyes on your back did not leave until you turned the corner.  Your heart was pounding in your chest.  Your mind moving at a million light years a second.

“I need to see that man again.”


part 2

“Go to sleep,” Loki told Thor flatly. “I am not going to kill you. Should I try, your friend would assuredly stomp me into paste.”

Thor frowned at him as though he doubted that - or perhaps as though he did not think it was amusing. But he went, at least. Loki watched him, one eye on Thor and one on their surrounding motley band. 

He did not miss Banner approaching - for the moment in his human skin - but did not acknowledge him either. It seemed better for them both to proceed that way. Or at least it was better for Loki. He had no interest in getting too close to Banner, even when his green monster was slumbering. He had thought, by how Banner had returned the favor, that he felt the same. 

But now Banner was approaching him. Or perhaps Thor. Loki continued to pretend as though he did not notice, hoping that was it. Although after the effort he had put into getting Thor to sleep in the first place…

“He is resting,” Loki said, not looking at Banner. “I can tell him to find you when he wakes, if you wish.” 

“No, actually,” Banner said, in his deceptively mild voice. “I was hoping to talk to you.”

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Girls / Girls / Boys

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[A/N] Four months since my last update but I can assure you that I am alive and well


Dan Howell could proudly say that he had never missed a school Football game.

From the moment he’d entered the school freshman year, he’d started going to the football games on Friday nights, sitting in that same spot on the bleachers with some of his friends each time. It wasn’t so much school spirit that kept him there, it was more about the incredible sights. By which he meant the cheerleaders, of course. Watching pretty girls dance around in short skirts all night, what more could a pubescent boy want?

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The Quiet Game

Request: Oh my god. I just found out your prompt list and totally fell in love with this - Your bias confesses through text message while sitting next to you. Can you pleeease make that one with Kihyun? It would suit him so damn hard :D Saranghae authornim <3

16) Your bias confesses through text message while sitting next to you

Member: Monsta X’s Kihyun x Y/N

Type: Fluff


I smacked at Kihyun’s hand as he reached past me, drawing small designs in the fogged window of the van we were crowded in. I rested my head once again on the cool glass, trying to ward off the impending bout of carsickness I knew would be coming on, and shut my eyes. 

“Yah, what was that for!” he hissed, retracting his hand to his chest dramatically. “I was trying to write something.”

“You were squishing me,” I muttered, readjusting on the edge of the seat. 

“Because you weren’t already being crushed before?” Kihyun chuckled. 

I cracked my eyes open slowly, giving him my best annoyed expression as I surveyed the van. When the Monsta X boys had asked if I wanted to go to the beach with them today, I was more than willing to get out of the house. That was until they were shoving me in the back seat of their transit van for a two hour ride with seven very different, and very loud personalities. 

“Aigoo, noona!” Changkyun screeched from the opposite side of our bench seat. “Can’t you scoot down anymore? I can’t feel my legs.”

“We’ll have to leave you in the car then,” Kihyun sighed, adjusting to take up more of I.M.’s room than he had previously. “Pity. We’ll crack the window for you.”

“You aren’t funny hyung,” Changkyun grumbled, pouting out of the opposite window. 

“I never claimed to be,” Kihyun bit back, shooting me a wink. 

I rolled my eyes, leaning forward to set my chin on the seat in front of us. Minhyuk and Jooheon had discovered the auxiliary chord that Wonho had so desperately tried to hide, and were now cycling through their respective playlists, turning the car into a mobile karaoke facility. 

“Can’t you do anything?” Wonho yelled over the bumping bass separating him from Shownu. 

Shownu stared blankly back at him, a small smirk on his otherwise vacant face. He pointed helplessly to his ears before turning around, continuing to bop to the music. 

“Aish, Kihyunnie,” Wonho sighed, spinning around and nearly elbowing the sleeping Hyungwon in the head. “Do something.”

“Please,” I nodded, giving Kihyun an encouraging nod. Normally I had an overwhelming amount of energy to devote to not killing MInhyuk and Jooheon, but I was feeling more and more nauseous by the moment. 

Kihyun watched me carefully for a moment before leaning into my ear. “Are you okay?”

“I’m a little more than a little carsick,” I groaned back, rubbing my temples. “And if I have to listen to ‘It G Ma’ one more time, I think I will vomit.”

Kihyun’s face turned serious as his eyes began to cut across the car. In one swift motion, he reached into the seat before us and grabbed the auxiliary chord. He gave it a hard yank, causing it to unplug and come flying in his direction. Before Minhyuk and Jooheon even had the opportunity to whine, he had already wrapped it up in his hand and set it far out of their reach. 

“Yah!” Jooheon shouted, spinning around in his seat to better argue with Kihyun. 

Kihyun pursed his lips and arched his brows, waiting for Jooheon to speak. Jooheon licked his lips, giving an unsure glance in Minhyuk’s direction. Minhyuk looked over his shoulder, a pout heavy on his lips. 

“Why did you have to spoil the fun?” he grumbled, crossing his arms. 

“I have a better idea. Let’s play a game,” Kihyun said slowly, his words deliberate. He gave a cautious glance to me before continuing to speak. “The Quiet Game.”

“Well that sounds boring,” Jooheon sighed. “Isn’t that where the one who doesn’t talk for the longest amount of time wins?”

“That is precisely the one,” Kihyun continued. Wonho looked back at him, a large grin on his face as he nodded along with him, urging him to continue. 

“Hyungwon is actually already winning,” Kihyun smiled, jutting his chin out at the sleeping member. “So we should start - one, two, three, go!”

Jooheon looked to Kihyun with large eyes as he spun in his seat, remaining perfectly still. i tried to hush the giggle coming out of my mouth, but only managed to sound like a deflated balloon as I watched the boys before me. 

“Not to sound pretentious, but you’re going to lose.” read the text message that appeared on my phone screen. I looked up slowly at Kihyun, a serene smile plastered on his face as he looked past me and out of the window. 

“How do you figure?” I texted in response. 

“All I have to do is let you in on one little secret, and boom, you lose. i’ll wait though. i’m a very patient person.”

I furrowed my brows as I looked up at him again. As much as I loved Kihyun, he could sound a lot like Jigsaw sometimes.

I rolled my eyes and leaned my head against the window once again. I felt Kihyun stretch beside me, wrapping his arm gently around my shoulders. I opened one eye, then the other, as he pointed to his shoulder. I nodded, slowly adjusting in my seat to lean against him and sighed. He was so warm and soft, I knew it would only be a matter of moments before I was lolled off into a comforting sleep. 


“I didn’t!” Jooheon screeched, waving his arms around dramatically. 

“You did!” Minhyuk yelled back in return. 

“What in the hell are you two arguing about?” Hyungwon croaked, rubbing sleepily at his eyes. I sat up from Kihyun’s shoulder and did the same. 

“He spoke! He lost!” Minhyuk shouted. 

“And so did you, idiot,” Changkyun sighed, shaking his head. “And so did I, fuck.”

“Wait, were you guys playing the silent game?” Hyungwon asked, thoroughly confused as he looked around the vehicle. Both Kihyun and I nodded, still in silence. 

“So I’m guessing it’s Kihyun, Y/N, Wonho, and Shownu left?” Hyungwon asked as Jooheon and Minhyuk continued to squabble beside him. 

“Huh?” Shownu asked, pulling an earbud from his ear and looking with wide eyes at his member. 

“What I meant to say was Kihyun, Y/N, and Wonho,” Hyungwon nodded. 

Kihyun gave me a side eye as he picked up his phone, the maniacal grin growing on his face by the moment. He typed on the screen rapidly and smiled as he locked it again, placing it facedown on his knee. 

Not even a full minute later, Wonho took in a sharp breath of air and spun, giving Kihyun the dirtiest look I had ever seen come across his handsome face. “Take it back.”

Kihyun waggled his brows, a smile pulling on the side of his lips. 

“You lost,” Hyungwon yawned, rolling toward his member and nuzzling his face into his shoulder. 

“Take it back!” Wonho screeched, shaking his head back and forth in anger. 

“What did he say hyung?” Changkyun whispered, looking sadly between them. 

“He texted…he texted me…,” Wonho hissed sulkily, he looked to his phone and began to read verbatim. “Go get your hair done. Roots are for trees, bitch.”

Hyungwon leaned back from Wonho’s shoulder and let out a loud cackle. Kihyun wiggled his shoulders, sitting further back in the seat, and smiled to himself. 

“So that leaves Kihyun and Y/N,” Changkyun sighed. “Until hyung turns on her too.”

“It’s only a game,” Wonho pouted. “Words hurt.”

Kihyun rolled his eyes before lifting up his phone and typing lazily into it. After a few moments I felt my phone vibrate. I took a deep breath, trying to prepare myself for whatever words I was about to read. 

“ready to lose?”

I cocked an eyebrow and looked out the window. Initially I had assumed Kihyun had brought up The Quiet Game as a way to calm down the vehicle. I thought for a moment he may genuinely care about my well being and how I wasn’t feeling well in the backseat. I should have know that his competitive side would inevitably come out and he would sabotage as many members as he could. 

“should i just air some of my own dirty laundry now and call it a day?”

“i wouldn’t do that to you. that’s not part of the plan ;)” 

I stopped the groan that almost escaped my lips as I looked at him. He continued to look out of the window, a placid look on his handsome face. 

“fine. what kihyun. please indulge me.”

Kihyun smiled as he looked down at his screen and began to type quickly, deliberately. 

“i’m completely head over heels and incredibly in love with you” 

“lol”

Kihyun’s eyes shook as he looked down at his screen and back up to me, shock evident on his expression. He couldn’t be serious…could he?

“lol? do you not believe me?”

I began to grow nervous as Kihyun watched me, his mouth slightly ajar. 

“y/n. i loved you before i even knew i loved you. you have completely captured me. my attention is yours. my heart is yours. my future is yours. make what you will of it, but please…just don’t leave me here wondering.”

“all of this to win a game kihyun? really i thought much more of you than that.”

Kihyun blinked in shock as he looked back and forth from his screen to me. He licked his lips slowly, biting on the bottom as a thousand different thoughts flew through his mind. He turned slowly, angling his shoulders to face me before pouncing, taking my face in his hands and kissing me deeply. 

I found myself closing my eyes, relaxing into his kiss. His touch was fire against my cold skin and I honestly thought I may have stopped breathing at some point. He pulled away from me, an anxious look waiting in his eyes. 

“I’m all in,” I nodded, a small smile coming to my face with my whisper. “I care about you too.”

“Good,” he smiled, setting his forehead against mine. “Because I care about you so much, I’ll choose to ignore that you lost the quiet game.” 

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New Balance - Vernon au

“That makes no fucking sense Vernon!!!” You yelled at the top of your voice and clenched your fists just to keep yourself from smacking your brother’s roommate right across the face. He winced at the way your words echoed through the apartment. If everyone in the building didn’t hear the conversation before, they were definitely hearing it now.

“Vernon, I’m gonna ask you one last time….where… is… Sehun,” You clenched down on your teeth hard and impatiently waited for the shivering being to speak up. Vernon was normally very outspoken and fearless and to have him like this, scared to the point of profuse sweating just to protect his friend, gave you a rush.

“I told you already, he’s in the uh- fuck, I forgot what I said,” You rolled your eyes at him and pushed him to the side of the doorway attempting to storm into the apartment but he grabbed you by your waist and pulled your back into his chest stopping you from going any further.

“Let me go!!,” Your squeal was almost deafening which tempted Vernon even more to put his hands over your mouth to shut you up but he reluctantly resisted the urge realizing that he might full on suffocate you.

“Just relax, please, I’ll tell you where he is just please, breathe easy,” You shockingly easily gave in and started breathing properly.

“Did he go back?” You regret asking the question because you knew exactly what the answer was.

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A few months ago your brother and his girlfriend met in a car accident that he woke up and went to bed blaming himself for. They were drunk, speeding on the freeway without a care in the world until a truck sent the car rolling over the division in the road and into the other lane only to be smashed by another oncoming vehicle. Yuna, Sehun’s girlfriend, was found with her hands wrapped around him, out of her seatbelt and dead. Ever since, your brother only found peace in drugs, all types of drugs. You brought him, forced him, to the hospital and paid a lot of money for his prescribed drugs but he ended up throwing them away.

“It’s the only way I can see her and feel her,” His excuse rang in your ears with every silent trap you landed in.

You got him to promise he wouldn’t take the drugs anymore, to promise to try and get better but now here you were, being held down by his best friend and roommate knowing that he was somewhere in the apartment getting lost again.

Vernon let out a long sigh before loosening his grip on you and you didn’t hesitate to run after realizing you were free. You sprinted down the hall, passed the messy kitchen and living room and almost went straight into your brother’s room door. It was locked. It’s never locked. You twisted the door knob angrily in an attempt to break it off.

“What the fuck Sehun!!!!!” You barked at the still wood and placed three hard bangs on it out of frustration.

A whole minute had passed before Sehun lazily unlocked the door from the inside and pushed it open. He greeted you with a frown, which slowly turned upwards into a smile.

“Sorry I thought it was Vernon,” His voiced reeked of alcohol and weed and something else you really didn’t want the scientific name for.

“My voice isn’t that high asshole,” You almost jumped when you heard Vernon mumble inches away from the back of your neck.

“And who the fuck was talking to you?” Both boys completely ignored your presence even though you were standing directly between them.

“Hey listen man, talk to me when your sober,” Vernon began to walk away so you both could have your privacy but what Sehun did next had him completely reversing his tracks.

“Well I wanna talk now,” Sehun stepped out of the frame of his bedroom door and walked closer to where Vernon, and you, was standing.

“You always say stupid shit and do stupid shit when your high man, just chill before someone gets hurt, again,” Vernon tried to calm your brother down, he seemed to be the one to always be calming people down, but you could tell by the way your brother was forming fists at his sides, that this time Vernon’s counseling was not going to come through.

Sehun motioned you to the left so he could have a clear view of Vernon standing before him and you hesitantly obliged. You were honestly terrified at the thought that they were probably about to fight. Vernon dressed back so he was out of Sehun’s reach but your stubborn brother just kept following his steps.

“Calm down Sehun, you’re angry over nothing right now, do you realize that?” Vernon stopped stepping back and was now almost face to face with your brother.

“Shut the fuck up Vernon or you’re not gonna like it,” Sehun whispered loud enough for you to hear his threat.

“Bro, calm the he-

Sehun hooked his clenched fist behind him and started to make it travel at full speed towards Vernon’s face. You quickly picked up on the action and ran over to your brother to hold on to his attacking arm. You reached in time to hold on to it but he quickly used his other hand, and the one you were holding on to, to push you hard enough to have your fragile body sailing right across the hall and into Vernon’s bedroom door.

You hit the door with a loud thud and because it was locked, you fell to the floor. Both boys gasped at what had just happened and Vernon came running towards you, picking you up from the floor and cradling you in his arms while standing up.

“Sehun-ah!! You fucking fool!!” Vernon’s words were laced with anger but still shivering from the shock of what had just taken place.

Sehun started to walk towards both of you with tears in his eyes but Vernon quickly swirled your body around and out of his reach. “Don’t touch her,” He coldly commanded and your brother backed off.

Sehun walked backwards slowly and then turned to run out of the apartment completely disheartened and disappointed with what he did to you. You heard him leaving, chanting to himself “Oh my God” and “What the fuck” on his way out but you didn’t have the strength to lift a limb much less spring out of Vernon’s hands to stop him.

“Come on y/n,” Vernon whispered to you and opened the door to his bedroom taking you in and kicking it locked behind him.

He lay you down on the bed where you took comfort instantly, rolling over on to your side and sunk your head into his pillow doused in his strong scent, unfamiliar to you, but so very…nice. He wheeled the chair, which was half hidden under his computer table, towards the edge of the bed to sit beside you.

You began to sit up but fell right back down after being struck with a sharp pain in your lower back.

“Hey don’t try to do that just, just try and roll over,” He ordered you calmly and nudged your side to help you to flip unto your stomach.

“Why?” You were regaining strength by the second and you had every intention to spring out of the bed and go find your brother. You attempted once more to get up this time using your palms to push you upward since you had been successfully rolled over. Vernon picked up on your stubborn motion and placed his hand firmly in the middle of your back and fully reconnected your body with the bed.

You both stared at each other for what felt like an hour. He stared out of annoyance of your determination and you stared out of disbelief that he was so commanding, well that’s part of the reason, you also took in his appearance as if you’d never properly seen him before. You had been coming by the apartment more often than you normally did because your brother was getting worse, you’d even sleep over sometimes just to make sure he didn’t sneak out so you saw Vernon quite often, you just never really took it in, until now.

“You’re beautiful, even when you’re trying to run away, your kinda beautiful,” A small smile crept unto his face and you involuntarily mimicked his delighted expression as he looked at you for a while longer still with his hand on your back.

You relaxed into the bed and pillow once again and he started to knead his palms into the spot on your back to ease the pain inflicted on you earlier, however, that wasn’t where it hurt. “A little higher, please,” You whispered into the sheets and he heard and obeyed but it still wasn’t the spot. “Just a little higher,” You whispered again not wanting in any way to sound ungrateful.

“Give me your hand,” You raised your left hand and he took it and wrapped your fingers around his wrist. “Move my hand to where it hurts,” You placed it in the middle of your back and he quickly started to rub his finger tips into the skin. You’ve never gotten a massage before, and if this is what it took to get one, you’d have your brother throw you across the room every day. The feeling of having Vernon’s hands work in to you was almost arousing. He went lower and the feeling travelled down every inch of skin that came into contact with his hands. A small moan fell from your lips when he went in a little harder than before.

He bit down on his bottom lip hard when he heard you moan trying not to go too crazy over the action. He would have massaged you for hours nonstop if you’d let him but he didn’t want to seem weird or pushy so he slowly lifted his hands from the spot he was working on. You wore a bright yellow crop top (that complimented your tan skin so well), so there was unfortunately no reason to go under the material.

He placed his single finger tip against your skin at the very bottom of your back and traced it up your spine to where the hem of your top stopped. He shifted his focus from your back to look at the side of your face that wasn’t swallowed by the pillow. You thought it was just an innocent part of the massage, but the massage was long over. It was over within the first 3 minutes, but taking his hands off of you was beginning to become more and more impossible with every second he let his touch linger a little longer on the soft surface of your skin.

You exhaled softly, you could have fallen asleep to this, it was therapeutic and subtle and cloaked with tenderness and its intentional effective pain relief.

You came out of your Trans when he finally, fully removed his hands from off of you and you winced at the sudden coldness of the room that hit your back.

“Thank you,” You breathed out while sitting up on the bed and letting your feet fall perfectly between his where he was still sitting in the computer chair.

“Anytime,” Vernon’s smile was comforting and you would never forget the ‘anytime’ he responded with, reassuring you that he really didn’t have a problem with making you feel better and it was an offer you were seriously contemplating to take him up on again.

Both of you were frightened out of your silent gazing into each other’s eyes with the sound of the door to the apartment being pushed open. Vernon sprang from the chair and jolted for his room door but it was already being opened by the time he reached for the knob.

“Sehun,” Vernon greeted your brother with an expressionless face and Sehun just pushed passed him and came to stand in front of you.

“Y/n, I – I’m sorry. I lost control, it’s the drinking and the smoking and -,” Sehun’s eyes were glistening with tears and he tried so hard to blink them away but failed terribly. You stood up and tipped high enough to hold him and have his head rest in the crook of your neck as he sobbed softly.

“It’s okay, I love you, It’s okay,” You whispered the chant repeatedly until he lifted his head to look at you, “Stay here, please, just for tonight, just to make sure I don’t’ lose my mind,” His plead was as sincere as it could get and you had no choice but to give in.

“Just tonight,” He released you happily after hearing your promise.

“Well I better go set up the couch,” You and Sehun both turned to acknowledge Vernon who you had blocked out for the entire time Sehun was in the room. He walked backwards out the door before disappearing completely into the hall.

Sehun turned back to look at you, “I’m as grateful for him as I am for you,” he admitted honestly.

“Really? What’s so good about him?”

“He’s always here, always, and he cooks so that’s a plus,”

You chuckled at the way your brother was able to bounce back so quickly after the events that took place over the past two hours. It made you a little worried, that he was just putting on a show, but something told you that this time your efforts to help him, and Vernon’s, would not be in vein.

“When last have you spoken to mom?”

Sehun had no form of connection to your parents. They had been divorced for over 5 years and didn’t speak to each other since, which only caused unnecessary tension in the family. Each family member took refuge in something different, your mother dedicated herself to her books writing a new saga almost every year, your father focused more on the family he created behind your back, you devoted all your time to school and occasional parties and your brother, well, there was your brother. When your parents separated, the whole family did.

“The last time our tuition was due, that’s all we spoke about though,”

“Did she ask for me?”

She didn’t. “She said to tell you hi,” you lied.

“Well I guess it’s better than nothing,” Sehun plastered a fake smile on his face and took your hand to drag you out of the room and into the living room where you both reunited with Vernon who was busy setting up the sofa that pulled out into a bed.

“I present to you your nest, well, until tomorrow morning,” Vernon stood straight up and stretched as if he’d been working on pulling out the bed all day.

“I’m gonna get some sleep,” Sehun pat your shoulder then left for his room.

You turned back to look at Vernon who had already been staring at you, “Orange juice?”

You took a glance at the digital clock that rested on the table beside your bed, ‘1:05am’. You let out a frustrating sigh and tried to force yourself to sleep for the hundredth time that night. Nothing was working, and upon realizing that, you sprang out of the bed, not remembering that you were not in your cozy apartment bed but instead your brother’s couch, and landed flat on the floor.

“Oh fuck me,” You groaned while holding on to the sheets for dear life.

You heard loud footsteps hastily making their way down the hall and over to where your ass connected with the carpet on the floor. You could tell it was Vernon as soon as he started to laugh hysterically at you while helping you up “Fell out of your sleep?”

“Wasn’t sleeping,” You answered sternly.

“How come? It’s 1 in the morning”

“Yeah, so why aren’t you sleeping?”

“I was, but then I thought an elephant fell through our roof so I came running to check, but it’s just you,” He laughed after every two words in his sentence and you playfully punched him on the shoulder while joining him in laughing at yourself.

“But seriously, why are you up? Sehun’s dead asleep you don’t have to stay up, he’s not going anywhere,” His laugh died out and he returned to talking to you normally.

“I know I just can’t sleep, but I’ll be fine,”

“What do you normally do at home to fall asleep?”

“Well, my roommate and I always end up talking or playing games until we’re tired,”

“Alright,” Vernon took a seat in the middle of your bed and patted the spot in front of him signaling you to hop on, “What game do you wanna play?”

You smiled and joined him on the bed in a quick second, “You choose,”

“Truth or dare,”

You chuckled softly while contemplating your answer, “Hmm, truth,”

“Good choice, okay, on a scale of 1 to 10,” He shifted his gaze from you to a picture of him and your brother hanging on the wall, “How good looking do you think I am?”

You didn’t want to lie to him and say 3 like you didn’t know he was handsome, but then again, you weren’t suppose to lie, “9.75,” you grinned at him and he held his chest like he’d been shot with an arrow.

“Ah!  9.75! My heart can’t take the pain! She thinks I’m hideous!” Both you and Vernon were dying of laughter after his brief one man show, “Truth or dare?” you asked to break the laugh.

“Truth,” Vernon said, looking at you now.

“What’s your biggest craving at these hours of the morning?” Your question was as random as it should be.

“Someone to hold me so I could fall asleep well,” Vernon softly smiled and shut his eyes to imagine it.

“Wow, I thought you were gonna say me,” You joked but Vernon didn’t even chuckle.

“Now that wouldn’t be so bad now would it?” He tilted his head and stared straight at you trying to decipher your thoughts after hearing what he just admitted.

Your face got red and you looked down on the bed in an attempt to hide it but an attempt is all it was, “Maybe not,”

“Truth or dare?” His voice sank four octaves lower and his stare got deeper.

“Dare,” you barely whispered.

“Touch me,” The command hung in the air for half a second before you broke the silence.

“Where?” you asked as you began to move closer to him in the bed.

“Anywhere,”

You lifted your hand and brought it to his face to cup his cheek and then used your thumb to swipe across his lips. His head fell backwards because of the small touch you gave him. He had never had the privilege of having you close to him but that did not mean he didn’t think about it, a lot. There were so many things he could have dared you to do, but your touch was something he actually wanted. His eyes were still focused on yours.

“Kiss me,” He said as you continued to run your thumb across his lips.

“Hey, it’s not even your turn,” Your tone was seductive, and it was killing him, but you were simply sticking to the mood set in the room.

“I know,” He threw the hand caressing his face off of him and to the side and wrapped his hand and fingers behind your neck pulling your face into his. His mouth hovered over yours for a while, each of you waiting on the other to make a move, so you did it, you wanted to anyways and besides, it was just a dare. You placed both your hands on his thighs for support and lifted your head a little higher to crash your lips into his.

The kiss was hungry, so hungry that you thought your lips ought to have been the answer to what he craved at these hours of the morning. You moved your hands further up his shaking legs and grabbed hold of the hem of his sweater. You slipped your tongue in between his lips and he greedily pulled it further into his mouth with his own.

Vernon gathered all the strength he possessed and pulled away trying not to take this any further.

“What’s wrong?” You exhaled heavily.

Vernon looked down and removed his grip from your neck, “I don’t want this to lead to anything I’ll regret,”

His words stung. Did he really just say that he would regret sleeping with you? For as long as you’d been in the game, no one had ever regretted it, the only regret they ever had was not saying the right things to get it. You furrowed your brows and quickly removed your hands from his body like he suddenly became poisonous but he grabbed your wrists before you could take them over to your side completely.

“I’ve already envisioned myself underneath you,” His whisper was almost inaudible, but you were too mesmerized by his words to even care about straining your ears, “If I were to get the golden opportunity to even give you hea-  heaven and not receive anything in return, I want it to be amazing, not rushed because we’re in my couch and your brother is in the other room, so I’m not gonna get carried away tonight, I’m already losing my mind,”

“And what’s causing that?” You leaned in an inch away from the crook of his neck.

“Your shorts are too tight,” He whispered softly, “Your pussy is fighting the material and you don’t have on a bra so your nipples are reacting to the cold air –

“They’re reacting to you,”

“Oh God, it would be so nice to hear you scream,”

“So make me,”

Vernon tilted your head up with his forehead; every breath he let out was one you took in. He lost himself in your gaze desperately trying to figure out what on earth was going on inside your pretty little mind.

Fantasizing about you was nothing new to Vernon but it wasn’t the same sick fantasies he’d heard his friends voice about you. They imagined how perfect your ass would fit in their hold or how their names would sound so sweet and sinful falling from your lips. Those thoughts weren’t bad to ponder on, but he wanted so much more than a taste, he wanted to savor you.

“I think about you,” He beautifully whispered, “every time you leave the apartment, I think about how you’re gonna get home, if anyone is going to try to hurt you, I think about you yawning when you get past your front door, I think about the way you use one foot to remove the shoe from the other foot, I think about you wanting to take a shower after you get settled in, I think about you stripping, taking off each article of clothing slowly letting them fall to the floor,” He took a hard swallow then closed his eyes to picture everything he’d exposed to you.

You smiled broadly and traced your fingers up his thighs once again, “And what happens after I strip?” You played with every word that fell from your mouth all the while keeping the sensual tone he started off with.

He opened his eyes to face the sweet reality of having you so close to him and held on to the hand you were using to caress his legs. You trusted him enough not to look down and wonder what he was doing. He gently tugged at your wrist and you eagerly let him take control. You felt him pull it along the material of the shorts and stop it right at the zipper. Without thinking, you firmly cupped his crotch then rubbed it to ease the harsh grip; he grabbed your hand quickly to stop you.

“Don’t,” He captured his bottom lip in between his teeth to stop himself from moaning.

You disobeyed and continued to rub into him at a painfully slow pace while licking a strip up the side of his neck. He shivered under your touch, moving his hands to join yours on his thighs. All actions were ceased at the sound of your brother’s room door being opened that had both you and Vernon frozen, staring at each other completely clueless as to what to do next.

Neither of you heard any footsteps and assumed that Sehun was probably standing in the doorway. Vernon slowly slid out of the bed and began walking towards the hallway.

“Sehun? You there?” No answer.

“Vernon, be careful,” You spoke softly but hopefully loud enough for him to hear your warning. You followed him shortly after, creeping out of the bed and walking over to where Vernon was contemplating taking a step that would lead him into the dark hall. He put a hand behind him to shift you directly behind him while both of you stepped further.

You were about to move beside him but halted when you felt him stiffen in front of you. His fingers were twitching and he began taking sharper breaths out of the blue. You were tempted to voice your concern, to ask him what he saw, but you were too scared that whatever, whoever he saw, would hear you.

Vernon put a hand forward and used the other to wrap around your waist, securing you behind him, “Sehun, put it down,” He sounded brave but his shaking hand around you gave him away, he was scared.

You clung to Vernon’s shirt and squeezed your eyes shut, too afraid to even wonder what was going on.

“Who’s with you?” Sehun was evidently either drunk or high, you still couldn’t tell the difference after all these months of witnessing him I his many different states.

“Nobody,” Vernon paused after his lie, took a glance at you then back at Sehun, “Your sister,”

Sehun’s hands began to shake and tears once drowning his eyes were now streaming down his face. He threw the gun forward in defeat and frustration and collapsed onto the floor with an ear bursting scream and then began hollering in tears.

“I miss her!!! I fucking miss her and she’s not coming back to me!!! Everyone else has someone and all I have that’s permanent is a bunch of shit that’s killing me,” He struggled to form his sentences through his sobs, “And they - they wanna take that away from me too,”

You tore yourself from Vernon’s grip and ran over to your brother, crouching in front of him, “I’m going to get you help, again, but you have to –

“I’m not going back to that place!!” Sehun screamed at you through sobs but you just held his head in your palms.

“You have to stay and take the help Sehun,” You looked directly in his eyes to show him you were serious and he started to calm down from the crying.

“Why don’t you give up on me?” He spoke softly, “You’re always going out of your way to do things for me without any real guarantee I won’t – I won’t fuck it up,”

“Because you’re my brother idiot, and I love you, and you just have to do stuff out of uncertainty for the people you love,” The words flowed more from your soul than your lips, “Go back, just this one last time, please, for me,” You put on your best sad eyes and it unexpectedly work.

“For you,” Sehun began to lift himself from the floor and you helped him while taking yourself up with him, “And you – ,” Sehun woke Vernon from the daydream he was having while leaning on the wall.

“I know, I know, take care of your sister,” He said with a broad smile but Sehun’s face remained serious.

“I know you’re gonna take care of my sister, that’s not what I was gonna say smartass,” He chuckled a bit then returned to his serious state to give the instruction, “Don’t fuck my sister,”

Vernon placed the empty glass on the top of the dinner table and looked up at you while you finished up your meal. He clasped his hands and rested his chin in the grooves of his knuckles taking in everything you did. You rarely had home cooked meals; it was either a hamburger on your way from school or something quick from the cupboard in your apartment.

“Do you like it?” He tilted his head to the side awaiting your response as you swallowed the food.

“I’m a bit concerned it’s poisoned, since you’re not eating, but it’s so good,” You chuckled and almost choked on the leaves of the cabbage which only made Vernon laugh, as expected.

“I’m just not that hungry, but I was told to take care of you so…” The sentence died out as he began shifting his gaze beneath the table and hissing when he saw how your dress had travelled up your thighs and settled right under your ass.

“Not that hungry?” You finished up the remains of the dish and wiped the corners of your mouth with your napkin.

“Come to think of it, I actually am hungry, very hungry,” He rubbed his palms together and gave you a smug look, “I’ve found a way to do both,” His voice dropped.

“Both? Both what?” You weren’t exactly confused as you began putting pieces together in your head but you didn’t want to think dirty.

“Satisfy my hunger,” He pushed himself a small distance away from the table and began easing himself from off of the chair, “and take care of you,” with the last words he disappeared under the table leaving you clueless to where he was.

You didn’t dare check under the table but only held on tightly to the sides of the dining chair that was forcefully being pulled forward, painfully connecting your ribs with the edge of the table. His fingers began tracing circles around your ankles then slowly made their way up your legs and in between your thighs. You separated your legs on contact as you felt him begin to move further up and between you.

He placed a finger over your clothed entrance and pressed hard into the skin causing your legs to stiffen around his shoulders.

“Wait, Ver –

You were cut off completely when you felt him slide the material of your underwear to the side and whisper “Shhh” right over the bare skin of your folds. He peppered small kisses into you and used his tongue to spread you lips, “Oh baby, you’re dripping for me,”

“Fuck,” You breathed out the long held in moan when you felt the heat of his breath from what he just said.

He was overly pleased with the signs of your arousal. You were weak and he hadn’t even properly touched you yet and with the thought of that in the back of his head, he crashed his lips into yours and began sucking harshly on your tiny bud, occasionally repositioning his head to make sure every inch of your core was given attention.

Your legs were shaking profusely but being held in place by his hands. As if he were telling you to relax, he licked a slow stripe up your entrance and eased his tongue inside of you to explore the shallow terrace. Enduring this was hard as it is, but not seeing him and solely feeling him only amplified the feeling.

You let your head fall back over the head of the dining chair and allowed your orgasm to flow in waves down your spine, to your core and back up again. You let out a loud scream when the over sensitivity kicked in but that didn’t make him even think about stopping. He continued his pace and brought a finger up to help him give you every ounce of pleasure he could provide.

You reached under the table for the first time since everything started and latched your fingers into the locks of his hair.

“Stop, oh god stop,” You moaned and pulled tightly on his hair, “I came already,” As painful as it was, the rush of a second orgasm was coming on, and it was addicting.

“Again,” He grunted into you and went back to devouring you.

The vibrations from his words were all you needed to send you over the edge once again. A million curses flew from your mouth and your moans were sweet and deafening. He pulled his fingers out of you and reappeared in a couple seconds taking a seat in the chair he had not too long slid out of.

You pulled your feet together and tried to regain your breath while wiping away the sweat that had gathered on your forehead. You lifted your head to meet his satisfied gaze and watched intently as he brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucked all your juices off.

“My brother specifically told you not to fuck me,” You both chuckled at your attempt to break the seductive silence.

“I didn’t fuck you Y/N, well, not yet,”

He quickly got up from around the table before you could utter any words, taking up his glass and your plate and heading towards the kitchen.

Imagine coming home to your husband, Chris singing to your six year old after she had a horrible day at school.

You were an hour and a half into your photoshoot with Vogue Magazine when Emily, your personal assistant interrupted with your cellphone pressed against her chest. From the look on her face, you knew it wasn’t good. You apologized to the photographer and followed Emily to a quiet corner while she explained the situation to you.

“Chris called, he wanted to tell you that he picked Arielle up early so you don’t swing by after expecting to get her.” She told you and your eyes narrowed with confusion. “There was an incident during recess between her and Alison Parker, she wouldn’t stop crying so they called Chris to come pick her up.”

“I am so sick of Alison Parker.” Your jaw tightened with a protective anger as you fought the urge to curse out an eight year old. With a slow and deep, inhale and exhale, you calmed down enough to talk civilly. “Is she okay? Did he say anything else?”

“He said that you should focus on your photoshoot and not let this distract you, he’s got it handled.” She informed you then said because she knew you better than most, “the car’s already waiting outside for you.”

“Thanks Emily.” You gave her a small smile then rushed to gather your things so you could go home to your six year old. “Vivian’s going to kill me tomorrow,” you muttered to yourself when you saw the look of anger in your publicist face after hearing the news from Emily.

“What is going on?” The photographer, Linus asked when he noticed you rushing to the door. “Where are you going, Y/N?!” He called out, running after you with a camera in hand. “We still have work to do!” You glanced over you shoulder and saw he’d stopped, waving his camera frantically. “You’re our cover girl!”

“I’m sorry but I have to go.” You called out as you got into the elevator. “It’s a family emer-” the elevator doors closed and you heaved a sigh. “Yeah,” you ran a hand through your hair, “I’m definitely going to lose that cover.”

It was about an hour’s drive from Vogue Magazine back to your house out in the Californian suburbs. The driver entered through your main gate and pulled to the stop at the front of the house. You spotted Chris’ car in the garage as you thanked Jason and got out.

“Hey,” you called out upon entering your house. “Chris?”

You heard light lullaby coming from upstairs and you followed the sound, it wasn’t until you were halfway up the stairs that you realized Chris was singing along to the instrumental version of ‘A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes’.

You peeked into your daughter’s bedroom where Chris sat on the bed with Arielle in his arms, rocking her gently back and forth. Your heart wrenched at the sight of her wet and puffy cheeks and reddened eyes, but you couldn’t help but smile at how adorable Chris was being with her. You always knew he’d make a great dad and every day since the day your daughter was born, he’d proved he was.

“Don’t let your heart be filled with sorrow,
For all you know tomorrow,
The dream that you wish will come true.”

Chris looked up from Arielle as he continued to sing and saw you standing by the door. He shook his head with a small smile like he didn’t expect anything less from you. You smiled back, beckoning your head as a gesture for him to continue singing.

“No matter how your heart is grieving,
If you keep on believing,
The dream that you wish will come true.”

He finished and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. We both knew she was about to fall asleep so you made no effort to disturb them. He continued humming the melody of the song as he rocked her until sleep consumed her. He carried her with him as he got off the bed then laid her down gently, covering her with her blanket. He kissed her cheek then tucked her Flounder plush under her arm before he carefully and quietly made his way over to you.

“Hey you.” He pecked you on the lips then turned around to join you in watching Arielle sleep. “She’s going to be okay.” He assured you as you sighed, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Are you?” He quizzed, looking down at you. “Vivian must be pissed you left the shoot.”

“It’s alright,” you looked up at him and kissed him. “There’s no place I’d rather be than here with the two of you.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands landed on your waist. “You are really nailing this dad thing.”

“I don’t think so,” he chuckled softly. “I’m the reason our daughter is getting bullied,” he said then winced when you frowned in confusion. “You were right about not naming her Arielle.” He told you and you laughed. “Shhh!” He chuckled, covering your mouth with his hand and leading you away from Arielle’s room. “What,” he defended himself, “I thought it was cute- plus- we conceived her while watching The Little Mermaid. Everyone thinks that it’s a cute name with a cute story.”

“That’s because you’re Captain America and nobody wants to tell you how weird you and your wife are for having sex while watching a kid’s movie.” You chuckled and he threw his head back, laughing. “Honestly, as soon as she’s old enough- I’m going to let her rebrand herself so she can avoid the constant Little Mermaid jokes.”

“She doesn’t even have the exact same name!” He protested. “I added the E and L, it makes a difference.”

“You’re such a dork,” you laughed.

“But you love me anyway,” he smiled.

“Yeah,” you smiled, “I do.”

Rule of Thumb

Requested: no

TW: abo, alpha dean, dubcon issues, use of alcohol, weed, sex, knotting, breeding kink, depression, body issues

Summary: Dean Winchester is satisfied in his life as a mechanic at the family shop, but that doesn’t mean Mary Winchester is happy her 37 year old alpha son is unmated. So she does what any mother would do, she medles. They’re used to the blind dates and hook ups until an omega shows up in town, an omega who has a rule of thumb not to trust alphas. 

Originally posted by dreamweightjensenacklesontopofme

It was raining heavily in the middle of the night. Mary Winchester didn’t mind, it was good for her plants, after all April showers did bring May flowers. The sound of the rain wasn’t what woke her up, it was the emergency phone for Winchester Automotive. She rolled over, smacking John across the face for him to get up and answer the phone. 

John grumbled, but answered the phone, his expression and tone softening when he heard the fear in the voice of the girl calling. “Okay sweetheart, I’ll be right out with a tow truck. Just wait in your car.” 

Mary got up to make a pot of coffee and call Dean to meet up with John at the shop. John kept a tow truck in the back field of the family farm for cases like this. He started the engine and drove to the Gas in Sip just off the interstate. 

He scanned the lot, quickly spotting the red Mustang. Pulling up beside the car, he got out, cautiously walking toward the driver’s side. His nose flared slightly as a gentle, omega scent filled his nostrils. No wonder she was so scared on the phone. John softened his expression and smiled as she got out timidly. 

Lavender. She smelt like lavender. “I’m John, we spoke on the phone.” 

“Y/N.” Her reply was soft. She had a slight edge and he couldn’t deny the sharp inhale she made when she smelt him. 

To Y/N, all alphas were the same. They built you up with promises they wouldn’t keep and would throw you out the minute you became an inconvenience. She gave him a quick once over, relaxing slightly at the gold band on his finger. At least he wouldn’t hurt her. 

“Well Y/N, you go on and get in the truck and out of the rain. We’ll go back to the shop and see what is what and then go from there.” 

His alpha tone was stern yet comforting. She knew not to think twice and did as he said. John Winchester seemed to know what was best, and right now that meant keeping her safe. 

On the other side of town, Dean Winchester thankfully had an excuse to leave the horrendous date he was on. The girl was sweet, really, but he was allergic to cats and he got the impression her’s were a top priority.  He paid for her drinks and grabbed his keys, going to open up the shop.  Winchester Automotive had a policy, a set of morals really, that they should be available 24/7, and he didn’t mind. Saving people kind of was in the job description. 

Dean opened up the shop, turning on the lights and getting the bay open and ready. They probably couldn’t fix it tonight, but he would try. He eased back into the front desk, propping his feet up on the desk. Seger, the shop guard dog, happily trotted over to lay his head in Dean’s lap. 

He hadn’t had his eyes closed long when the door bell went off. His green eyes fluttered open at the same time his nostrils twitched. A wave of calm crashed over him at the scent filling the shop. Dean looked up, a slow smile spreading across his face at the sight of his father and the small little omega beside him. 

“That’s my son, Dean. He doesn’t always sleep on the job.” John winked at Dean before going back into the bay. “She’s got a beautiful car, but I think the engine is shot.” 

Dean was still trying to recover from the high feeling of the unmated omega In front of him. “Oh?” 

Y/N didn’t know why she was blushing. This Dean guy was an alpha, a no go, but damn his black t shirt was incredibly tight. And his green eyes reflected the ceiling lights and gave the illusion of a twinkle. “Yeah” she finally sighed moving away from the strong scent of whiskey. “My baby just died on me, I mean I know she was having some trouble but, she just died.” 

Dean stood up, earning a whine from Seger. He walked over to join your side watching John under the hood. Seger whined and followed after a Dean, tilting his head slightly. He nudged at the back of Y/N’s legs. “Sorry.” Dean quickly apologized going to pull the German Shepard away from the girl, but she shook her head. 

“Hey there buddy.” Y/N momentarily forgot about the overpowering scent of alpha. She got down on her knees, becoming eye level with the dog. “You’re a good boy aren’t ya?” The cooing was too much for Dean to handle. 

“His name is Seger.” 

Y/N’s eyes sparkled slightly, looking up at Dean. “Nice taste.” 

John kept his smile to himself and put the hood back down. “I’ve got good news and bad news.” He wiped his hands on a towel and leaned against a tool bench. 

“Bad news first please.” It was hard for Y/N to distract herself from the dog, but she managed to pull it together. 

“Your engine is shot.” John said simply. For Dean, the strange feeling of happiness at the news was concerning. 

“Where’s the good? I’m a broke, college dropout.” And there was the cynicism. The thoughts were starting to creep in, all the ways these two alphas could ruin her. They would take her car, she was going to be in so much debt she would have no life meaning. 

The two Winchesters exchanged a soft glance. There was a story behind you, no one really just drifts through Kansas for kicks. “There is good darling. We can get the part in tomorrow and have you out of here by the end of the week.” 

Y/N awkwardly shifted her legs as she mulled it over. She wasn’t going anywhere specifically, that wouldn’t be an issue. Money was the issue. Her savings was running short and there was no chance in hell of her asking her parents for help. Running a hand through her slightly greasy hair, she bit her lip. “Do you guys take credit cards?” 

John opened his mouth to answer simply, but Dean was getting anxious. There was a pretty girl with a nice car who loved his dog standing right beside him. “As a matter of fact we do.” His charming personality made it difficult to resist smiling. He stretched his arm around Y/N’s shoulder, noticing a slight agitation but no protest. “And for pretty girls in mustangs we’ll just charge you for the part.” 

If John wanted to give him hell he could, but right now Dean just wanted the pretty girl who smelled like lavender to be smiling. And she did. “I, that’s not fair of you. I’ve already dragged you out of bed at” she glanced up to the clock on the wall “1:35 in the middle of the night. I can’t ask you for that.” 

John shook his head. “You didn’t. We offered.” Alphas and chivalry was not a cocktail Y/N knew well. 

“What’s that thing Sammy does?” Dean clicked his fingers in thought. “Quid pro quo?” 

Y/N squeaked out a sigh, the last bit of youthful innocence that remained in her urged her to hug them, but she could only muster up a relaxed shoulder shrug. “Thank you.” 

Dean gave her shoulder a squeeze, reminding her of his presence there. “Mom up?” His eyes scanned John’s face. “We can lock up and take her home.” A flirtatious grin stretched across his face. “Unless you want to come to my place.” 

Y/N tried not to give into the charm and instead focused in on the trunk of her car. “The cops don’t have to get involved do they?” 

The two alphas shook their heads, suspicion running through them. “No, why?”

“Um, I, no reason.” An embarrassing laugh echoed through the shop. 

“Damn aren’t you sketchy?” Dean laughed.

John rolled his eyes and went to go lock up. “Seger’ll keep a watch out for your baby. Mind if we ride with you Dean, I assume you want to stay the night.”

Dean nodded leading Y/N out toward a “67 Chevy Impala?” His eye brows quirked up in admiration. 

“You have your baby, I have mine.” 

The cozy feeling from earlier was slowly fading. Fear took control again as she realized she was going to be left alone in a car with not one, but two alphas. Y/N fell silent, and remained silent until they arrived at a charming farmhouse with the front lights on. 

They were met at the door by a gentle looking blonde who reached out and pulled Y/N into the house. “How do you take your coffee?” The house smelled…homey. Mrs. Winchester, at least that’s who Y/N assumed she was, had a faint scent of sugar and caused Y/N to relax ever so slightly. An omega was a comfort. 

“I’m fine, thank you though Mrs. Winchester.” Y/N didn’t keep much from her parents, but she kept her manners. 

Mary shook her head, giving Y/N a pat on the arm, “nonsense. You’re still damp from the rain, go on into the living room and I’ll bring you something to eat.” Her smile was so achingly maternal Y/N had to fight the fondness. She was going to be in for a long night. 

Confessions (Ban Ryu Imagine)

Summary of Request: After Ban Ryu is forced to join Hwarang, you try to comfort him, but he just gets an attitude and snaps at you and realizes he fucked up bad.

Pairings: Ban Ryu x Reader

Warnings: Smut (at the end of imagine, separate part to it) 

A combination of two requests.

Originally posted by acelululala

Gif is not mine, credit to owner. 

Sacred Najeong

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A few hours passed since the boys that dared fight in the sacred grounds of Najeong were released. Ban Ryu walked out of his house, letter in hand, and walked to the only one place he knew he’d be understood.

He stood at your front door knocking on the wooden rapidly, wiping away quickly of what was left of his tears. Your door opened to reveal your six year old sister, smiling recognizing the older man in front of her.

“Bunbun!” she squealed. The nickname that was given to him from her since she can speak, they tried to get her to say Ban Ryu not Bun Ryu, but Bun kept coming out, thus the nickname BunBun was created.

Ban Ryu smiled, holding in the tears that threatened to spill, “Is Y/N here?” 

Your sister shook her head, “Not right now, they went out with a friend a while ago.”

“When they come back, can you give her this to her?” he asked holding out the letter in front her. She nodded her small head frantically, “promise not to open it?” Ban Ryu asked lifted an eyebrow giving her a small smirk.

“Ahh yes?” she answered shyly shifting from foot to foot. Ban Ryu sighed, “good enough, I will see you later.”

“Bye Bunbun!” she waved goodbye with the hand that held the letter and shut the door with the other. He stood there for a good while then walked away, tears welling up in his eyes again.

Hours passed the sun began to set, arriving home you can hear the small sniffles coming from inside. Walking into your home can see the figure of your younger sister sitting on a mat. You rushed to her side picking her up in your arms setting her on your lap, “what’s wrong A-Yeon?”

“Bunbun is leaving!” she wailed flinging her arms around your neck. “Where did you get this information from?” you asked moving parts of her hair out of her face.

“The letter! I wasn’t supposed to read it, I didn’t understand a lot, but even I understood that he’s leaving! I’m sorry!” she cried into your neck. You can feel the tears running down your neck. You picked up the letter she spoke of and read carefully, trying not to miss any important information.

It was true, your sister was right, he was leaving for Hwarang. Night time began, the sky was slowly becoming darker, after drinking some tea and keeping each other company, you tucked your sister into a restful sleep.

Pacing back and forth, letter in hand you sighed, leaving your own note on the table of where you would be and the nice old woman from next door would be there in case of an emergency. Setting the note down you walked out the door closing it slowly trying to not make much noise and made your way over to Ban Ryu’s house.

As you walked you can see couples happily enjoying each other and sharing love between each other, whether it’d be with a small kiss or just each other’s company. Hopefully, yours would stay like this.

A house away you see Ban Ryu’s stepfather step out of the house along with his assistant(?). Once they are both out of sight you walk up to his door and knock waiting patiently for him to answer. No answer, not a single sound of movement inside.

You knew better than to just leave after, oh no you were gonna make sure he opens that door. If so help him that you decide to hold back the urge to kill him from the letter he gave you and that he doesn’t answer the door.

Knocking on the door several more times, still no answer. There is always another resolution. You cleared your throat and cupped your hands to your mouth and shouted, “Ban Ryu! Help me not want to kill you more than I already do by opening this damn door! Ban Ryu! Ban Ryu! Bun-” caught off by the door swinging open a very flustered Ban Ryu on the other side.

Pulling you inside and slamming the door close he stared at you as if you gone mad, “Do you realize the respect I would lose if you called me Bunbun?!”

Rolling your eyes you stared directly into his, his angry expression turning into one of slight confusion. “What why are you staring at me as if you were about to kill me?”

“That’s exactly what I am going to do, if you don’t explain this!” shoving the letter into his hands, crossing your arms waiting for an explanation.

“Y/N I… I didn’t know how else to tell you. I couldn’t just go up to you and say oh how are you today Y/N? Really well that’s great anyway I’m leaving in a couple of days for Hwarang and might not see you for weeks! Is that what you wanted to hear?” he ranted to you, having these rants with him many times you understood every word that came out of his mouth.

“Yes! As long as you would’ve talked to me and told me and not from stupid letter!”

“Here I thought you would understand what I’m going through, but instead you’re here yelling at me! At least I had the courage to write to you, telling you I was going to leave instead of not telling you at all!” he snapped.

“And what just leave me and make me wonder where you went for weeks and then come back like nothing?” you cried tears forming in your eyes.

“Y/N, don’t cry please it the last thing that I’d want you to do, but we won’t see each other for so long and only see each other sometimes, so please leave, you can walk yourself out,” he said solemnly, his back facing you now as he walks further into house.

“Ban Ryu I can’t!”

“Why not?!” he asked his back still facing you and continued to walk.

“Because I love you dammit!” you snapped, realization hit you, that was your fist time one of you guys have said I love you to each other.

Ban Ryu realized this as well frozen in spot, he fidget on what to do. He turned around to face you again and quickly walked his way over to you slamming you onto the door.

“Why? Why can’t you just leave?” he croaked having you pinned up to the door.

“Because I never want this feeling to go away, I love you,” you answered as if you were unfazed by his actions.

Cupping your cheeks with one he smashed his lips onto yours, his other hand going through hairs on the back of your neck. Kissing him back with just as much force your fingers tangling between his hair.

Moving away from your lips in a low voice he confesses, “I don’t want this feeling to go away either.”

Your lips connecting again, moving with a great force of passion and love, his hands moving there way down to your waist pulling your bodies closer. Between your kiss you were able to speak out, “you’ll never get rid of me that easily.”

(Next is just a small smut, on what would happen after, but this where I would actually like to end the imagine, but since anon requested smut with it I’m a try and write it.)

Both of Ban Ryu and you made your way into his bedroom hands all over each other. His back facing the bed you pushed him onto straddling him, not once breaking the kiss. Ban Ryu tried to flip you both over, so he’d be on top, but you were not having it.

 Pinning his arms down to his sides and leaning away slowly from this you breathed out, “I’m in charge.”

“You know that’s not how it works,” he growled.

“That’s not my problem anymore,” you retorted, undressing him slowly.

“Where has this side of you been all my life?” he gasped in amazement.

You smirked and continued to undress him, you decided to let him undress you, which may or may have not been a mistake. He grabbed a hold of your clothing ripping it open piece by piece leaving both of you two in just your undergarments.

Too caught up in the moment your lips dived into his neck teasingly sucking on his sensitive spots, which drove him insane. Ban Ryu was on the brink of letting out a loud moan, but he had too much pride to let it out. Kissing down his neck, chest, all the way to his waist line where his undergarments covered him.

He watched you in anticipation, slowly sliding down his undergarments his member started to show, precum already dripping of it. When the cool air hit him he let out a small hiss. Tossing his garment to the side you teasingly decided to move your hand slowly up his thigh always avoiding his member each time you came near it.

“Y/N,” he gritted through his teeth watching you with a look. You know which one, no? Well lets say it’s a sexy look, seeing him such a mess wanting you to do something.

You place your hand on his member and looked at him curiously, “what? you want me to do this?” you started to slowly pump his member gliding your thumb over his tip. He let out a groan/moan and started to nod slowly. “Or would you rather me do this?” leaning your head slightly to the side, you left sloppy kisses all over his member, upon reaching the tip, you took him whole and started to swirl your tongue around him.

He finally let out that loud moan he was holding back, bobbing your head up and down his member, popping him out your mouth at times to tease him. Reaching his climax he started to move his hips to the movement of your mouth.

He gripped his bed sheets tightly and let out continues moans. Moans turning into small screams, which you only knew meant that he was close. Popping him out of your mouth one last time, you moved on top him centered yourself on top of his member.

“Y/N please, please, please,” he pleaded. “Please what Ban Ryu?” you questioned slowly lowering yourself.

“Let me come inside you, fuck me until I lose my breath, I don’t care do something,” he begged.

Lowering yourself on top of him, stretching you a bit making you gasp. You slowly started to move, his hands gripped onto your waist closing his eyes his bottom tugged between his lips.

Moving up and down your pace quickening as you moved, you gripped onto his shoulders for support. You started to let out moans, his name passing your lips multiple times. You felt a queezing(?) in your stomach, you both new you were close and it wouldn’t take long for him to reach his peak.

His hips meeting with yours thrusting faster into, his hands roamed your body leaving a tingling sensation on your skin, lading on your sides he gripped onto you.

“Ban Ryu,” you moaned.

He grunted in response knowing well your letting him take control now, flipping you over onto your back, he thrusted into you at faster and rougher pace than you, running your hands down his back, your nails digging into his skin leaving marks.

You cried out his name and released leaving you panting mess. Not a few seconds later he reached his peak and came inside you, he rode out his high and fell beside you out of breath.

“Ban Ryu?”

“Hmm?” he responded his arms wrapping around your waist pulling you to him, both of you facing each other.

“How am I suppose to get home if you ripped my clothes off?”

“That’s is not my problem anymore,” he said as he dozed off.

“Ban Ryu!”

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Originally posted by kjstinn

At last, I rise from the death called writers’ block and no motivation. I know all my imagines before are like SUPER CRAPPY NOT EVEN KIDDING, but hopefully with patience and practice I become better.

Disclaimer: I will be using some scenes from the series, but they will not be following the plot of the actual episode unless requested so. Also, I apologize for any mistakes when using some parts of the episodes if the translation is correct.