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Behind Enemy Lines- Chapter 2

Parings: CEO!Sebastian x Reader

Summary: You meet up with your “enemy” at a Masquerade ball for charity; but he doesn’t know who you are

Warnings: Smut, language, oral sex (female and male receiving), anal sex, slight Dom behavior, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

A/N: Back by popular demand. Hope it doesn’t totally suck, I am still trying to perfect my smut skills so stick with me please!

Word Count: 2749

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Originally posted by thegirlwiththefandoms


You slid the mask up and off your face and stuck your hand out and made a ‘give me’ motion, “Can I get my panties back now?”

“How about you come inside and have a drink with me?” He countered.

You huffed and rolled your eyes walking past him and entered the room.  It was beautiful and ornate; defiantly the largest one you’ve ever walked in to.  You walked straight towards the large picture window to look outside, your nerves starting to get the best of you.  The city’s lights were twinkling and it seemed peaceful, serene.  You placed your hand gently on the glass and rested your forehead on it, looking down.

You felt Sebastian’s presence behind you and your breath hitched as he traced his fingers along the back of your neck, pushing your hair to the side, exposing your left ear and shoulder to him.

“How’d you know it was me?”

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anonymous asked:

You and Tom babysitting and you’d been together for 4 years and you were both watching a film but then the baby starts crying so you go upstairs to get it and bring it back down with you cradling and rocking it calmly back to sleep and Tom comes over and wraps his arm around your waist and sways with you and says ‘can we have one please’

my heart fluttered?? and you’d look at him out of the corner of your eye like “you want one?” with a smirk and he just nods with a huge grin and kisses your neck and you’re like “not right now though holland” through a giggle and he grumbles but he says “i guess i can wait until we get home” ahhhhhhhh

Sitting up in bed, you scroll through the Eggsy and kingsman tags on tumblr, stopping at every little piece of fan fiction you could find, trying to fulfil your need for a bit of escapism. Before you know it though, your phone slips out of your hand, falling onto the bed next to you as you drift off to sleep. When you start to wake up, you can hear a faint sound of beeping, and put out a hand in the bed to try and find your phone to see if that’s where the sound was emanating from. As you move your hand, another hand grabs on to it, squeezing tightly. “(Y/N)? I’m here baby. I love you so much, I’m here. Please come back to me,” a semi-familiar voice pleads. You try and open your eyes, but for now they stay shut, eyelids too heavy to open. “Open your eyes, please baby,” the voice continues, “I love you.” You lay there trying to open your eyes and thinking about where you recognise the voice from. It couldn’t be a boyfriend, you didn’t have one, so who the hell was calling you baby and telling you they love you?! Eventually your eyelids flutter open, and you squint into the bright white room you were in. This definitely wasn’t your bedroom. As your eyes adjust to the light, you manage to widen your eyes and see some more details of the room, and specifically the person gripping onto your hand. He comes into view as you ken your head to the side and you gasp as you see Taron Egerton. “Shh, it’s okay, it’s me, Eggsy,” he says, reaching out a hand to stroke your cheek. You flinch back and his face drops. “(Y/N), do you remember who I am?” He asks. You open your mouth to speak, but he starts giving you prompts. “Eggsy Unwin, well, Gary to be precise. Your boyfriend.” “I…” “And I’m Harry, Harry Hart, your father,” another voice adds. You turn to see Colin Firth standing there, concern etched across his face. “Umm… right… is this a joke?” You stutter. “No, why would it be a joke? You were knocked out on a job by the guy we were tracking, you’ve been out cold for four days,” Eggsy explains. “We’ve been worried sick, (Y/N),” Harry says, holding your other hand gently. “Knocked out on a job?” You ask, frowning with confusion. “Kingsman, do you remember that? It’s how we met,” Eggsy smiles shyly. “Oh… right… yeah,” you lie, still confused as to what’s happened. “I’m going to get the doctor to check you over,” Harry says, walking out of the room to find one. As soon as he’s gone, Eggsy moves closer to you, looking at you with utter worry. “Babe, do you remember me?” You lay there and think about everything that’s happening right now. Did you dream about reading fan fiction during your days unconscious? Or is this just some really weird virtual reality dream that you’ll wake up from? You decide to believe the first theory, and go along with what’s happening, even though you weren’t entirely sure what your brain was doing right now. “Of course I remember you,” you smile. He breathes a sigh of relief and goes in to kiss you. It’s soft and meaningful, and you feel giddy from it. Harry enters the room as Eggsy breaks the kiss and a doctor follows him in. “Good to see you awake Ms. Hart!” He beams, “now lets check you over. Would you two like to wait outside a moment please?” Harry and Eggsy nod, and he reluctantly lets go of your hand to exit the room. “Can I ask a question?” You whisper to the doctor as soon they’ve left. “Of course,” he smiles kindly. “Could this be a dream?” “Why do you ask that?” “Because one minute I was in a house looking at my phone, and then I wake up here, but I didn’t have any of this life before… if that makes sense?” “Sometimes people can have very vivid dreams when they have a knock to the head, and it may seem real to them, which leads to lots of confusion when you wake up,” the doctor explains, “I would say that the bump to the head has damaged your short term memory, so anything before your dreams you had is hazy and may not come back for a while.” “Okay, thank you,” you nod, agreeing with what the doctor said. It makes more sense than waking up in an alternative universe, right?

@ericaprice2008 @brianagunter @reedusteinrambles @bohemianrhapsody86 @lizziespidiepridie

Regarding Our Ghosts… | three.

Emily is still listed among Liam’s favorited contacts in his phone.

Her number is no longer in service, has been as such for over two and a half years now. But for the first three months after her death, when Liam was too depressed and weak to crawl his way out of bed (except to shower, occasionally, when his mother would make him, and for physical rehabilitation, also when his mother would make him), he would stretch his fingers for his mobile on the bedside table and ring her to leave messages, burrowed under the covers and crying into the phone, voice completely wrecked.

“Baby, why’d you leave me? Please come back.”

“Emmy, I can’t do this alone. I can’t. I need you.”

“The way this fucking hurts, I can’t even describe. The absolute bloody worst feeling, being without you. Come back now.”

“Everything keeps playing in my head. Jesus Christ, Emmy, I’m so angry but I don’t know who to be angry with. God? You? Fate? I would punch a wall, but I can’t even get out of the fucking bed.”

“Em, can you see it? Me, raising Lissie on me own? With lopsided hair, most likely; you know I’ve not got your talents, can’t braid worth shit. Come teach me. Come do it. Come back.”

i'd like you to close your eyes. you don’t trust me? oh that’s nice isn’t it? i’ve been coming to stockholm for seven years. first time i roll up on my own [imitating a fan] we don’t trust you! i cant wait to come back! close your eyes please. [jokingly yells] do it! i’d like you to join hands with the person next to you. i’ll give you two minutes to put your phones away. alright, everyone good? i’d like you to raise them up in the air. ok. you can put them down. now stick them back up in the air… you are joined hands. and i’d like you to know every single one of you here tonight–if you are black, if you are white, if you are gay, if you are straight, if you are transgender, whoever you are, whoever you wanna be– i support you and i love every single one of you.
—  HARRY IN STOCKHOLM

✦  (  SERIAL   KILLER   SENTENCE   PROMPTS. 

 trigger heavy :  death, murder, blood, etc.  be cautious when reading and reblogging.                     please be sure and to change any of the pronouns if need be and / or as you see fit!   

in  the  killer’s  pov  : 

  • ❝  why are you screaming? i haven’t even cut on you yet?  ❞
  • ❝  oh, don’t you cry! i’ve killed a million times before.  ❞
  • ❝  i’m going to count to ten and when i’m finished, you’ll be dead.  ❞
  • ❝  scream all you want! no one will hear you down here!!  ❞
  • ❝  wooo! yeah! scream all you want! i’ll scream with you! mighty good time, yeah!  ❞
  • ❝  what’s the pointing in kidnapping if you aren’t going to do any killing?  ❞
  • ❝  i usually like to get to know my victims a little before i kill them.  ❞
  • ❝  every killer for himself, huh? it’s a dog eat dog world, huh?  ❞
  • ❝  you know what they say, once a killer, always a killer.  ❞
  • ❝  go on and run! run as fast as you can! i love a good chase!  ❞
  • ❝  you can run but you can’t hide! i’m going to find you and kill you!  ❞
  • ❝  see, i’ve stalked you for sometime before finally snatching you up!  ❞
  • ❝  i didn’t want to kill you whenever i brought you here but now, i have no choice!  ❞
  • ❝  you may think this is a one time thing but i promise, i will kill again.  ❞
  • ❝  come out, come out! wherever you are! you can’t hide from me forever!  ❞
  • ❝  there’s no turning back now! there’s no one coming for you, except for me!  ❞

in  the  victims  pov  : 

  • ❝  please! no! please!! don’t do this to me! please! ❞
  • ❝  why are you doing this to me? please! just let me go!  ❞
  • ❝  please, if you let me go, i won’t tell anybody about this! ❞
  • ❝  this is the part where things are switched up in your routines, victim kills the killer.  ❞
  • ❝  i told you already, i don’t why he/she/they let me go! he/she/they just did.  ❞
  • ❝  sometimes i can still see their face whenever i close my eyes.  ❞
  • ❝  why kill me? you can use me as ransom? my family loves me and has money!  ❞
  • ❝  oh, god, oh no!! please someone help me! HELP ME!  ❞
  • ❝  no, this isn’t real! NO, this isn’t happening to me! no, no, no, please.  ❞
  • ❝  oh, what’s the matter? surprised to see i made it out of your little death trap?  ❞
  • ❝  you’ll never get away with this! you hear me! you’ll never get away with it!  ❞
  • ❝  you’re sick! stop laughing! stop laughing, you sick son of a bitch!  ❞
  • ❝  when i get out of here, i’m going to run but i’ll be back for you, just wait. ❞
  • ❝  what — what are you doing? what are you going to do with that?  ❞
  • ❝  please, listen to me!! you have the wrong person!  ❞
  • ❝  oh god, you’re the killer everyone has been talking about! please, don’t hurt me! ❞

in  the  killer’s  lover  pov  :

  • ❝  long night? you’re covered in blood. ❞
  • ❝  i’ve missed you, though, i was still able to see you on the news.  ❞
  • ❝  wait, you went out and killed someone? without me? ❞
  • ❝  you’re hitting the news everywhere we go, we won’t be able to run forever. ❞
  • ❝  if you never let me a part of anything, why should i let you stay here?  ❞
  • ❝  as much as i enjoy you covered in blood, let’s get you cleaned up, in the shower. ❞
  • ❝  this is the third night in a row you come home covered in blood!  ❞
  • ❝  i’m just saying, maybe we should take some time off from killing..  ❞
  • ❝  i just don’t want you out so much with the police cracking down and all.  ❞
  • ❝  please, hurry back!! i’m afraid i might not ever seen you again when you leave.  ❞
  • ❝  you can’t keep killing, at least not without me around, to protect you.  ❞
  • ❝  if we keep doing this at this rate we’ll be as dead as our victims. ❞
  • ❝  wait!! i’m not leaving! are you crazy? this is my home!  ❞
  • ❝  help me lift him/them/her,  their/she/he’s heavy!!  
  • ❝  oh, brother, we really did a number on this one. i’m not cleaning it up.  ❞
  • ❝  you’re cleaning this one up, i cleaned up the last one.  ❞
  • ❝  here, finish her/him/them off, you look better doing it, i like to watch.  ❞

in  the  town / city’s  pov  :

  • ❝  can you believe it? there’s a killer roaming about and they have yet to catch ‘em. ❞
  • ❝  do you think that this killer is working all alone?  ❞
  • ❝  how hard is it to catch a killer? ❞
  • ❝  that killer on the loose made today’s news again.  ❞
  • ❝  haven’t you heard? the media just released a serial killer on the loose. ❞
  • ❝  i don’t want you out at night with this killer roaming around.  ❞
  • ❝  i can’t believe the media withheld information about that serial killer.  ❞
  • ❝  wait, you mean you don’t know? do you not watch the news?  ❞
  • ❝  what kind of serial killer doesn’t have a specific method when killing?  ❞
  • ❝  i can’t believe i’m living in a town / city where there is a serial killer loose.  ❞
  • ❝  if they don’t catch that killer soon, i’m packing up and moving. ❞
  • ❝  why are you so paranoid and scared all of a sudden? it’s just the police.  ❞
  • ❝  ever since this killer made news, you’ve been super paranoid.  ❞
  • ❝  did you hear? they think they may have finally caught that killer.  ❞
  • ❝  this killer is still killing people each day, how is this possible?  ❞
  • ❝  i still don’t understand why people take serial killer news the wrong way, as if it’s good.  ❞ 

🌈🐻 “Keep in touch. Back very soon.” 💙💚

PROMPTS
  • "I'm the monster that is attacking your group and they've elected you to be the sacrifice to me. 1 ) Your friends are dicks and 2 ) wow you're cute. I don't want to hurt you now pls calm down."
  • "I've been kidnapped and held in a really dark room. I don't now how long I've been here but.....you're coming for me right? Please?"
  • "You're part of some mysterious government branch that's pulled me out of prison try and hack - what us this Russia? China? Anyway. You say it's impossible, so f u Imma do it out of spite. Now we're on the run from scary spies. Can I go back to prison now this is way more than I asked for."
bts scenario: mirror sex

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jin: jin’s hands would push you closer against his body as he thrusted into you. “look at you, baby,” he pulled your chin up to watch yourself in the mirror in front of you, body flushed, “you look so gorgeous.” a particular hard thrust pulled moans from your mouth as you watched yourself clench around jin. “fuck princess,” jin growled as the power of his thrusts increased, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.  

Originally posted by jiminrolls

yoongi: yoongi’s hands curled around your throat as his voice growled in your ear, “look how wet you are for me,” his hand tightened, “so ready for my cock.” your eyes fluttered open just in time to see yoongi push into you, a moan left your mouth as you threw your head back in pleasure. “eyes up, baby,” yoongi’s hand pulled your head up, “i want you to see how good i can fuck you, how quickly i can make you come undone.”  

Originally posted by sugagifs

hoseok: hoseok’s firm hands had you pressed against the mirror of the practice room, the cold glass making goosebumps rise on your naked skin. “beg for me,” he said as he stood tall behind you. you hummed lightly, “please hoseok,” you squirmed under his intense gaze, “i need you inside me, please.” a chuckled rumbled through hoseok’s throat before he leaned down to your height, “that’s right baby, now spread your legs.”

Originally posted by bangdulce

namjoon: namjoon’s hand landed a firm smack on your ass, “what was that?” he demanded, when you hesitated to answer another smack was given, “daddy asked you a question.” you moaned under your breath before speaking, “i want you to fuck me daddy, make me cum.” namjoon smirked, pushing you against the mirror in your bedroom, “you want to cum? want to watch yourself cum under my touch?” you nodded before namjoon’s long fingers pressed inside you. 

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

jimin: jimin’s body pushed you hard against the mirror as he breathed heavily into your ear as he thrusted into you, “so pretty for me,” he praised making you moan, “look at yourself.” your eyes blinked as your eyes met jimin’s in the mirror, full of lust. his lips attached to your neck sucking hard, sure to leave marks. “moan for me,” his teeth lightly nipped at your neck, “i love hearing you moan for me.”

Originally posted by bwipsul

taehyung: taehyung’s fingers would be quickly pumping in and out of you and your torso pressed to the glass in front of you. “you like this don’t you baby,” he breathed, “like watching yourself come undone with just my fingers, such a slut for me.” his words only turned you on more as your breath began to fog up the glass. his fingers moved faster and faster until you could feel your orgasm building, “please tae…” you begged. “cum, now.”

Originally posted by ttaegiis

jungkook: jungkook’s hands were everywhere, on you and in you. the cold of the glass plus the feeling of his hand’s had you dizzy with pleasure. “watch me babe,” he commanded as he began to unbuckle his belt. your teeth bit into the soft flesh of your lip as you watched him, clearly eyeing the hard on in his pants. “like what you see?” he teased as he pulled off his clothes. “always,” you answered. “good,” he smiled, “now on the glass, ass up, don’t keep me waiting.”

Originally posted by you-made-me-again

so here me out:

  • eddie loves pet names
  • he feels weird using them but if someone calls him a pet name, he melts
  • sweetheart and honey are among his favorites
  • but baby, babe, and lover are his ultimate faves
  • the worst part is, richie knows it
  • anytime richie wants eddie to do something, he breaks out the pet names
  • “can i have a dollar to buy a candy bar?”
  • “you don’t need any sugar, trashmouth.”
  • “sweetheart, please.”
  • and eddie grumbles while he digs a crumpled bill out of his back pocket
  • richie grinning ear to ear and pecking a kiss on eddie’s cheek before running off
  • sometimes richie will use it just to make eddie blush in front of the others
  • richie trying to do a trick on his bike and getting his foot caught, which makes him crash to the ground
  • eddie running up to him, yelling
  • “i told you to be more careful, you fucking idiot!”
  • he pulls richie to his feet and does a quick inspection while he dusts richie off
  • “with your luck you probably broke something. jesus, richie. could you be any stupider?”
  • richie just smiles down at him the whole time
  • “it makes me all gooey inside when you worry about me, babe.”
  • eddie’s ears go bright pink and he shoves richie’s shoulder
  • “just be more careful.”
  • sometimes richie says things he shouldn’t
  • or he jokes about something eddie is actually insecure about
  • to the point that eddie is MAD
  • stomping away from the group and leaving his window locked when richie comes knocking
  • finally richie will corner him somewhere
  • bc it’s been literal DAYS and eddie still isn’t speaking to him
  • and richie is miserable
  • bc as much as he laughs everything off, it kills him when eddie is upset
  • “eds, come on, i said i was sorry”
  • “fuck off, tozier”
  • and richie leans in, cups his face with both hands and forces eddie to look up at him
  • “honey, please. im so sorry.”
  • and eddie wants to give in but he just clenches his jaw and glares
  • “don’t think you can just be all cute and im gonna forgive you for acting like a raging asshole”
  • richie just leans in closer
  • “come on, lover. what do i gotta do, huh? name it and i’ll do it. anything.”
  • eddie chews on his lip and wants to stay mad, but he can’t help but smirk
  • “admit you’re an idiot.”
  • richie smiles back
  • “a complete moron, baby, you know it. now kiss me, i missed you.”
pedophile warning for taz and overwatch fandoms

in case you haven’t heard about it, user and artist @enchillama (milostrology/magnuscore on twitter) preyed on a 12-13 year old when they were 19-20 in 2013.

here is the twitter thread by their victim detailing what happened. please be warned that it contains pedophilia and graphic sexual language. please do not harass the op of this thread; it was incredibly brave of them to come forward with this. you can look at their twitter for some more information beyond what was in the thread.

milo has already password locked their tumblr and seems to have deleted their twitter (edit: they’re still on twitter, now @magnuscore. their “apology” doesn’t mean anything in the face of that horrific shit.), so that’s the nail in the coffin. good riddance.

this is what their art style looks like, in case they come back with a different url or in case you want to avoid reblogging their art accidentally.

you wanna talk about stress? you wanna talk about stress? i’ve just stumbled onto a major company conspiracy, mac. how’s that for stress? this company is being bled like a stuck pig, mac, and i got a paper trail to prove it. check this out. take a look at this. that right there is the mail, now, let’s talk about the mail. can we talk about the mail? please, mac? i’ve been dying to talk about the mail with you all day, okay? pepe silvia. this name keeps coming up over and over again. every day, pepe’s mail is getting sent back to me. i look in the mail. this whole box is pepe silvia. so i say to myself, i gotta find this guy. i gotta go up to his office. i gotta put the guy’s mail in the guy’s god damn hands, otherwise he’s never gonna get it. it’s gonna keep coming back down here. so i go up to pepe’s office, and what. do. i. find. out? what do i find out? there is no pepe silvia. the man does not exist. so i decide, ohhh shit, buddy, i gotta dig a little deeper. there’s no pepe silvia? you gotta be kidding me? i got boxes full of pepe! all right, so i start marching my way down to carol in HR, and knock on her door and i say Caaaaaaaarol, Caaaaaaaarol, i gotta talk to you about pepe! and when i open the door, what do i find? there’s not a single goddamn desk in that office there is. no. carol. in. h. r. mac, half the employees in this building have been made up. this office is a goddamn ghost town.

It Ain’t Me: Part 9

Jungkook x Reader ft. Yoongi

Request: Can you make a fake text about how bf hears a rumor about y/n and decides to break up without even knowing the true facts

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Genre: Angst

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i just need to be sad right now. it needs to be about me. i love you and i’d die for you but right now i’m trying to get unstuck from the mire. like right now has to be about me. and while you’re amazing please understand i spent too long worrying i was selfish and forgot about myself in the back of a supermarket. i’m just trying to make myself whole again from pieces. i’ll come back when i can. please understand i’m not leaving. i’m just reinventing. i’m just doing some renovating, look back later when i’m in one piece. 

DeanCas Coda to 13x04: The Big Empty

Unsurprisingly, the thrill of being on Earth fades after two days of relentless walking, bumming rides, and begging for bus money. Not that Castiel can’t appreciate the sunshine and flowers and corporeality of it all… but about one minute after standing up and taking in the warmth and smells and feel of the world around him, his thoughts immediately turned to the Winchesters. To Jack.

To Dean.

It’s Dean specifically whose name runs on a loop in his mind; whose memories have Castiel’s heart stuttering and blood racing in his veins. By the time he’s walking up to the Bunker door, Cas’s palms are slick with sweat and he’s exhausted despite his Grace, anxiety clawing under his skin. He re-adjusts his new coat and tie about fifteen times, and attempts to flatten his hair into some kind of order. He stares at the door for a good five minutes before gathering enough courage to knock.

It’s Dean who answers.

He’s thinner than the last time Castiel saw him, with dark bruises under his eyes and a paleness lurking beneath his skin that is frightening. He looks haggard, and defeated, and despite all of that Cas is still made breathless. Because he is standing in the doorway whole. Because they are both whole, and living. 

“Give it a rest, Mia. I ain’t buyin’ what you’re selling.”

The door is closed in his face.

It’s amazing, how one sentence can break a person. But no matter. Castiel  knows, logically, that Dean think’s he’s dead. Four days ago, he wouldn’t have been wrong. So, pushing those pesky, unrealistic fantasies of a romantic reunion aside, he swallows thickly, and knocks again. 

Dean answers with a glare this time. “Look, I get that we helped you, but following us all the way out here is just friggin’ creepy, okay?! And invasive! So leave us the hell alone before I decide to do something I regret.” Scoffing, he gives Castiel a cursory look up and down before shaking his head. “Some shifter you are,” he mutters. “You even got his clothes wrong.”

“Dean, wait.”

“I’m really not in the mood right now, okay? So just—”

“Dean, it’s me.”

Dean pauses. Shakes his head. Pauses again.

“You can test me,” Castiel says. “In fact, I insist. But don’t—don’t close the door again. Please, I just—it’s me. I swear it’s me.”

Green eyes play across his face, but if he’s searching for duplicity, he’ll find none. Staring back, Cas waits for Dean to come to a decision, finally muttering a “wait here”, before closing the door for a second time. Left alone, Cas feels his shoulders slump in relief. Dean will test him, and then he’ll know. He’ll know and Castiel will finally go home.

They do holy water first and iron first, saving silver for last. Even when both other tests have been completed, Dean hesitates at the third, looking at Cas’s big blue eyes and biting his lip. Castiel rolls up his sleeve and holds out his arm. “Please,” he murmurs. 

Dean quickly slices the silver blade in a shallow cut on Cas’s forearm, watching with wide eyes when the skin easily knits back together. 

The knife drops to the ground with an almighty clang. 

Dean’s hand comes up to shakily cover his mouth as his eyes, red-rimmed and shining, remain trained on Castiel’s. “No,” he murmurs. “Uh uh, I’m dreaming. I’m—I burned you. I’ve finally cracked, I—”

“No,” Castiel urges. “It’s me. It’s Cas.”

“I know who you are, dumbass.” Tears spill onto freckled cheeks as a huffed laugh is startled out of Dean’s chest. His hands twitch at his sides. “It’s really you.”

“Yes.”

They’re hugging. Dean has launched himself at Castiel’s person, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and cradling the back of his head. His shoulders shake as he buries his face in Cas’s neck, and of his part, Castiel holds on as tightly as he can without causing harm. He blinks rapidly in an effort to dispel his own tears and leans heavily into the warmth that now surrounds him from what feels like all sides. 

“Cas,” Dean mumbles, his voice thin and watery. “Cas. Castiel. Cas.

“Dean.” Castiel doesn’t mean to turn his head, just as he doesn’t mean to lean in when Dean pulls back to see what’s happening. He does, however, mean to kiss Dean Winchester within an inch of his life when it becomes clear that this is a thing he’s permitted to do.

So he does it.

Castiel kisses Dean thoroughly. Methodically. Pressing little demonstrations of love to his mouth before deepening it to something wanton and wet. Cas’s heart tumbles against his ribcage, and his cheeks heat, and Dean runs a hand through his hair in a way that is so different from that creature in the empty that Castiel almost sobs anew. He kisses Dean with everything he is, and Dean whimpers. Freckled hands cup Cas’s cheeks.

From the war room, Sam holds Jack’s shoulder, keeping him in place. “Just… wait a sec, okay?“ he says, staring up at the pair pressed together on the threshold. “They need this.”

“They love each other,” Jack observes.

"Yeah,” Sam nods. Blinking rapidly, he looks at the child beside him and smiles. “They do.”

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The Boxer Part Two

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 5K

WARNINGS/TRIGGERS: MENTIONS OF MISCARRIAGE AND PHYSICAL FIGHTS.

Prompt: 

“You’re supposed to be in the hospital gown, it’s why we laid it out for you,” Y/N stated, pointing the pen in her hand at the white gown by his feet.

“I’m not wearing that paper shit,” Harry grumbled, “and I’m perfectly fine to leave.”

“That cut says otherwise,” Y/N says.

Harry watches as she sets down the clipboard and turns on the sink to wash her hands, she’s cute. She’s nothing like the kind Harry would go for. His usual prey would be at the bar, lonely, maybe going through a breakup, but he knew for sure that by the end of the night she would be in his bed. Y/N on the other hand looked like too pure for him, and he hated that look.

From his experience Harry had learned that girls like Y/N believed that they were too good for a guy like him. Girls like Y/N, with an innocent smile, soft skin, and soft voices, tended to only use him for one thing, to make their parents upset. Harry had seen it time and time again, it was only a matter of weeks before the girl would crush his heart and move on to someone better.

“I don’t feel anything,” Harry stated.

Harry had grown numb to just about everything. He couldn’t feel the punches thrown at him, he couldn’t feel his emotions, it all just seemed gone to him. He didn’t mind though, no emotions meant he couldn’t get hurt, and no pain meant he was unstoppable.

or

Boxer Harry Styles highers, incredibly perky Y/N as his on-call nurse.

Part One


Harry wasn’t sure which he hated the most, expression his emotions, or having to handle them.

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gingerbreddie  asked:

yo wtf im in love w ur writing pLeAsE i need more reddie hc's like .... idk.... richie works at the cinema and once in a while a cute guy (eddie) comes there with his friends and YEAH come up with the rest wow im a FAN

my buddy,, my guy,,, ily

aged up because when are they not in these things lmao,, like 19/20

- richie’s new in town and the first day he moves there he goes and gets a job, and the first thing that comes along just happens to be at the cinema

- this is fine, he’s pretty decent with customer service and doesn’t mind the long hours (boys got energy for days), also the perks of free movie tickets and discounted snacks is enticing

- the uniform is his least favourite part, he has to wear black slacks, dress shoes, and a horribly fitted bright purple vest (but he’s allowed to put pins on it so he bedazzles the fuck outta himself)

- he’s been working there like a week and they mostly just have him doing the shitty cleaning jobs (not really what he wanted but he’s getting paid so whatever) and this group of six walks in, all about his age

- he’s sweeping over behind the confection stand and he can hear they’re arguing about what film to see from across the establishment, so naturally he starts eavesdropping and watches them (he’s been here for five hours he needs some sort of entertainment, and these people look interesting)

- and then the all walk up to the ticket stand and,,, richie does a double take 

- there’s this guy that’s quite a bit shorter than the rest of them, and was kinda standing behind them all before so richie couldn’t see him properly, and holy fuck he’s pretty

- fuckn,, taylor swift is playing over the speakers and it’s ridiculously fitting as the chorus from ‘enchanted’ starts playing,, richie’s heart just about leaps out of his chest

- so he gawks after them as the buy their tickets and he’s leaning on his broom and it slips out from under him so he trips, he catches himself before he faceplants but it still draws attention

- fuuuck now they’re all looking and wwooOAAH wAIT he’s smiling at you be cool man be cool

- so he tries to play it off like ‘hhaaha yep totally meant to do that’, giving a weak salute over to the group who have mostly all gone back to talking amongst themselves

- except for the short guy, who laughs and bites his lip at richie, then turns back to his friends

- richie realises they’re all heading over to the snack counter and there’s no one at the register so he sprints there before someone else can serve them (he’s not supposed to be doing register today but like,, his manager’s not here atm so suck it)

- he’s slightly out of breath and aware he probably looks like a maniac and they’re kinda giving him weird looks but honestly he can’t see anything but this one guy,, holy shit he’s wearing a pink sweater holY SHIT

- they walk up to the counter and the one girl with red hair come up first and leans on the glass

- “HIWHATCANIGETFORYOU”

“…..uh, hi, one large popcorn.. please?”

“YEAH TOTALLY NO PROBLEM”

“…..cool… thanks…..”

- he’s never put in orders as fast as he does now because shorty’s at the back of the line

- when the rest of them have their orders and he finally gets to the front richie like,, tries to be suave but it just kinda comes off awkward and lowkey cringy

- “hey there”

- “hi”

- “what can i get for you, hot stuff?”

- and then this kid snorts and giggles and scrunches up his nose and richie is gone,, dear god help me i’ve died and gone to heaven,, this is the cutest person i’ve ever seen in my life

- he puts in the order and hands the food over and the rest of the group are probably like,, why the fuck is this geek-ass bitch trying to flirt with our friend who does he think he is

- “enjoy your movie guys!”

- “thanks! you too”

- richie laughs and the kid goes red and turns heel and the group disappears into the cinema, leaving richie standing there grinning like a dork (until his manager comes back and tells him off for not sweeping)

- when the film lets out richie is cleaning around the arcade and the guy with the red flannel comes up behind him and shoves a piece of paper into his hand 

- “he d-didn’t shut up about you for the whole fucking m-movie”

- he returns to the group and they leave and richie looks at the paper,, and its a phone number with ‘~eddie :)’ written underneath it,, richie could pass out right here and now 

- he immediately pulls out his phone and sends him a text like 

- >’i really like your laugh’

- boy wtf thats so gay

- he gets an instant reply that’s just a smiley face and a heart and ,, fuck

WHOOP there it is,, might do a part two but for now have this

Too tired

Originally posted by shawnthecutest

Summary: Shawn stays up late to finish one of his songs and a very sleepy y/n comes to check on him.

Fluff (may give you some feels)

A/N: It’s just something short and i hope cute enough to give you some feels bc I’ve been really into Shawn lately and wanted to write something but I had this huge writer’s block so yeah, hope you like it :)

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   Shawn was sitting on the couch in the living room of his flat in Toronto, which he now shared with y/n, his girlfriend. It was almost 2am, he had his favourite guitar on his lap, scattered papers covering the floor and the couch. You see, Shawn had this amazing idea for a song and he’s been sitting like that for the past 4 hours, coming up with new lyrics to accompany the melody. 

    He has finished writing another line and was about to try it out with some tunes, but let out a long yawn. He shook his head slightly and run a hand over his face before getting up and walking to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee, to keep him awake for some more time. 

    He switched on small lights that were placed underneath the cupboards, so that he can comfortably maneuver around the kitchen, without stubbing his little toe. He took out one of his favourite mugs, that you got him for your first anniversary, and quietly placed it on the hard counter. Then he took the right capsule and popped it into the coffee machine. As he waited for the drink to be made, he lifted up his arms above his head and stretched. He slightly bended to the sides and then moved around his shoulder blades until he heard a not so pleasent sound, but that little pop from his spine made him feel much, much better. Sitting for hours hunched over his guitar and notes weren’t doing his spine any favours. 

       The noises coming out of the machine made him close his eyes and take a deep breath, hold it in and then exhale. Then a strong smell of coffee filled up the room, immediately making Shawn feel more awake.

      While taking the first sip, which just burned his upper lip, he heard footsteps and a soft voice calling his name, “Shawn?”

      “In the kitchen, love.”

       A few seconds later y/n came into the room, dressed in one of his t-shirts and some underwear hidden underneath it, as it reached her mid-thigh. 

      “It’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?“

      “I’m just finishing a song, I’ll be done so-”

      “Shawn, it’s 2am. Baby, you’re overworking yourself again.” She run her hand up and down his back, his free arm wrapping around her shoulders, pressing her smaller form into his body. 

         Shawn pressed a gentle kiss at the top of her head, “Go back to bed, I’ll come to you soon.”

         Y/n opened her mouth to say something, but a yawn escpaed her mouth instead so she shook her head. “Nah, you’re coming with me. I can see you’re tired, Shawn. Please, take a break and get some rest.”

         Now it was Shawn’s turn to shake his head, taking three sips of his coffee. His hand was now resting on her hip and she wrapped her arms around his waist, sleepily resting her head against his broad chest. 

      “I can’t, it’s almost finished, I promise. Just one more hour and I’ll go to bed.”

       Shawn heard a sigh leave y/n’s lips and then she stood on her tippy toes to press a little kiss just underneath his jawline. 

      “I’m too tired to argue so I’m gonna go back to bed. Come cuddle whenever you’re done, rockstar.” Shawn couldn’t help but smile and placed one more kiss on her lips, she hummed in agreement against his mouth, and then left the kitchen with Shawn following closely. He stopped in front of the living room when he saw y/n open the door to their laundry room.

      “Love, that’s not our bedroom.” He bit his bottom lip, trying to stifle a laugh, watching y/n stop in her tracks, pure confusion written over her face. 

      She mumbled a “what?” and quickly switched on the light in the room to, in fact, be faced with a washing machine and a dryer.

      “Dammit,” she said before switching off the light in the laundry room, closing the door and going now in the right direction.

      “Goodnight, baby. I love you,” Shawn called after her, a smile on his face, a warm feeling spreading in his chest. 

Draco Malfoy's Potions Notes 🍆

He’s doing it again.

What?

You know. The thing with his eggplant.

Who are you talking about?

Don’t tease me, Pans. You bloody well know who.

Pans?

Fine, I’ll stop calling you that, but believe me, it’s a vast improvement on Pansy.

Excuse me?

You can hex me later. In the meantime, can we please get back to the matter at hand? Harry Potter is fondling an eggplant. In the middle of class.

And that bothers you?

Of course! It’s like he’s teasing me on purpose.

Are you serious? It’s a potions ingredient, not a dildo.

He could have fooled me. Look at the way he - oh merlin now he’s basically wanking it off right here in the middle of class.

He’s wanking off an eggplant? Are you okay?

No I’m not. I’m going to have to leave early.

Are you kidding me?

No, it’s really come to that, Pans. This is killing me.

Oh yeah, I should probably let you know right now that I am not Pansy.

Please tell me you’re joking, Pans. This isn’t funny.


Pansy dropped an open book on my desk earlier in class and your notes just sort of appeared in it.

Oh merlin, who is this?

You probably don’t want to know.

Potter?

Malfoy?

Fuck. Please let this be a dream. This is the worst - POTTER, FOR THE LOVE OF MERLIN, COULD YOU PLEASE PUT THAT FUCKING EGGPLANT DOWN ALREADY???

Rough

Square Filled- bondage

Rating- Explicit

Tags- Alpha!Sam x Omega!reader, rough smut, bondage (restraint with ropes)

Word Count- 1600ish

A/N: For @spnabobingo​​. Hope you enjoy! XOXO


Fucking finally.
Since your first heat when you were just a teenager, you’ve been looking, searching for him. And now you’ve got him.

Fucking finally.

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