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a/n: i literally just wrote this in half and hour bc i was itching to write an imagine based on this beautiful gif^ (i don’t own it btw so credits to the owner). this is super short bc i need to go to sleep like right now so yeah excuse the shortness. and no this isn’t the imagine i was talking about in my 400 followers post but i’ll be posting that real soon hopefully! hope you guys like this :)

[ i used a writing prompt from @the-modern-typewriter for the first couple lines ]

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

“That depends on if it’s working or not,” Tom replied with a lazy grin. He tilted his head and licked his lips a little nervously. “Is it?”

(Y/N) laughed softly sitting beside Tom on the couch. She couldn’t ignore the fluttery feeling in her stomach or the heat that had rushed to her cheeks. “Why don’t you decide?”

Tom grinned like a fool as she slowly leaned closer to him. The smell of his cologne wrapped around her like a blanket. She had never realised how good he smelt.

(Y/N) grabbed the collar of his silk pyjamas and pulled him towards her, the hands circling her waist not going unnoticed.

And then they kissed. Lips met lips. Flesh met flesh.

He kissed her slowly, sweetly and unhurriedly like he had all the time in the world to show her how much she meant to him. She smiled into the kiss and pulled away. She rested her forehead on his, his stylishly unkempt hair tickling her skin. Tom tried to lean in to steal another kiss but (Y/N) put her finger on his lips to stop him.

“Whoa there, cutie.” (Y/N) leaned back into the couch, head resting against the wall as she eyed him with a twinkle in her eye. “Wanna guess what my answer is?”

Tom’s slightly dazed look quickly faded and a smirk appeared on his lips. It was his turn to lean in close. The tips of your noses were touching and your eyes flickered down to his lips before fluttering shut.

“I’d wager a yes,” Tom whispered.

Tom closed the distance and off they went again.

Photo Credit to the owner.

A/N: This is the first time i’ve wrote anything regarding the criminal minds fandom so I apologise if it isn’t the best, however I hope you enjoy it!!

Female!Reader x Spencer Reid

Reid’s slender fingers danced along his keyboard, swiftly typing up the last case file that had stained his desk for last few hours, ushering him to be finished so he could return home and catch up on some much needed rest.

The last few days had been rather hectic for the BAU, having been informed by their Unit Chief that their recent case files were to be presented in SES Strauss’ office, where she would inspect their work. It was evident that the late nights had taken a tole on team, wishing they were home with their families, revealing their ill-tempered mannerisms at such a late hour. Even Garcia was finding it increasingly hard to keep up with Morgan’s jokes, informing him on multiple occasions that he needed to remove himself from her coven of terror before his ‘baby girl’ would rip his pretty little face off, evidently proving the team needed time off.

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One shot
Warning. Smutty AF.

You were a wild ball of excitement and energy and he couldn’t get enough of you. Alexander “Tig” Trager had never met anyone like you in his life. You weren’t like a trashy crow eater only good enough for a one night stand. You were more. He would never get tired of you and your thrill for life. And your thrill for him. After almost a year together, and every day still felt like the first day you’d met.

You giggle as you pull him along with you by his kutte. Your man was tall and sexy and completely insatiable. Which was good because so were you.

“Baby where we going” He whispered to you. You put your finger to your lips. It was a surprise. A club party was underway in the background but you didn’t care. You wanted your man and you wanted him now. He was smiles ear to ear. He knew you were up to no good and he knew he’d love it.

There was renovations and rebuilding going on at T. M. at the moment. A lot of things were In boxes and stored in one of the extra rooms. Completely private. If anyone walked in they wouldn’t see you behind the walls if boxes and junk. You led your old man into the storage room and behind one of the bigger stacks of boxes.

You knew your old man well enough to know that he was already getting hard at the thought of what you were about to do. Your suspicions were correct. As you pushed him back against a the wall you felt his rock hard length through his jeans. You crashed your lips into his. The kiss deepened and he begin to bite and nibble on your bottom lip. You tore open his shirt and ran your hands through his chest hair. His hands were digging into your ass as he pulled you closer and harder to his erection.

You pushed away from him leaving him breathless and slightly confused. You bend down to your knees and look up at him. A moan roars through his chest. You unbuckled his belt and jeans then unzipped his zipper. You rubbed your hands eagerly against him. You licked your lips and looked into his eyes again. The look in his eyes was savage. Animalistic. You sprung him free from his boxers and began to tease him with your lips. You kissed and licked the tip while you pumped him with your hand.

“Do you like this daddy?” You asked him to further tease him. He was completely hungry for you and you for him.

“Mmmhmm” he moaned. “Sooo much baby”

Before he could say anything else you took him into your mouth. He groaned as you got your rhythm going. He had his hands through your hair as you continued your assault on him. His eyes rolled back and his hips began to involuntarily buck up into you. Seeing him so turned on was taking its toll on you. You were soaked and ready for him. Your core ached and throbbed and longed for him. You stopped and stood up crashing your lips once more to his. The absence of your mouth on him made him ache for more.

“Fuck me Trager…” You whispered in his ear. He immediately began taking your clothes off. You aided him to make the process faster. He spun you around with your back against the wall. He began to bite and suck at your neck as he ran his hand through your center.

“Oh baby you’re so wet for me” he said. He bent down and took ahold of one of your breast. He bit down on your nipple as he sucked it into his mouth. His other hand still doing circles around your clit. It was more than you could bare.

“Oh baby please fuck me” you begged.

He obeyed and turned you over to face the wall. You pushed your ass out to meet him. He spanked it as he slid himself into you. He groaned loudly as he began to thrust. He adored the way your ass bounced as he fucked you. He spanked you again sending waves of pleasure through you.

“God baby you’re always so tight. It feels sooo good.” he had one hand gripping your ass with his nails and the other around and to the front part of your neck. His thrust turned harder and faster. The sound of your bodies against each other got louder and the room got hotter. Your moans of pleasure threatened to push him over the edge. He was hitting all the right spots over and over.

“Fuck baby right there!” you hollered. You were building up to your release. “Oh fuck Tig!” You threw your head back and enjoyed the powerful orgasm that was rushing through your body.

“Shit! Baby!” Tig let go of his release and collapsed against you on the wall. You both sat there trying to gain your breath back. “Damn woman. You’re killing me.”

“Would you like me to stop daddy?”


When you both regain your composure you get dressed and head back out to the party. You were going to be the death of Tig Trager. And what a sweet death it would be.

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Requested from a darling friend. Enjoy!! 💕
It was your first time at a meet and greet.

Especially for SpiderMan: Homecoming.

Iron Man and SpiderMan were your favorite Marvel characters, so getting to see them a week early before the national debut was a big thing deal for you.

You waited in like with your best friend, who shared a love for superheros as well. Despite her favorite being Flash.

“Robert is so hot for an older guy.” She swoons. You giggle and she makes and ‘ugh’ face.

“He is. But Tom Holland is pretty cute too.” You say.

“He looks like a 10 year old who hasn’t hit puberty yet.” She says. You swat her arm and she smiles.

“He is playing a freshmen in the movie.” You declare as the line surges forward.

“Yeah yeah. I know. I just like teasing you.” She laughs. You roll your eyes and your heart pumps louder as you see Robert and Tom at the tables, taking photos and chatting with the fans.

You loved the fact that even though these things were rushed, they still made time for the fans.

You guys are next and you hand practically also faints in RDJ’s arms.

“How much booze did you give her?” He asks me as I snap a photo of her and him. Its my turn and I laugh.

“None surprisingly. She just really loves you.” I say, smiling for the photo.

“And you don’t? Do that again. I think I blinked.” He says to my bestie.

“I’m obsessed.” I say, smiling again. He shoots me a wink and a smile and tells me to add the photo to my shrine. I laugh and head over to Tom, who freezes when he sees me.

God I must be bright red.

“H-hi.” I manage to say, hoping not to spit on him.

I hold my hand out so he can slip on the SpiderMan bracelet but my hand starts to shake. He chuckles and goes to put the bracelet on but fumbles, his fingers not being able to clasp it.

“I-I’m so sorry.” he stutters. I smile sheepishly and he finally gets it on, holding my hand.

“Just get married why don’t you?” My bestie says, snorting at us. I blush even harder and Tom’s face goes red.

I turn to leave when I feel a tap on my shoulder.

“Sorry for not being able to put the bracelet on. But I was wondering if you guys would like to catch up for some lunch after?” Tom says, pointing to Harrison who waves.

“Sure.” My bestie says.

“Can I have your number so I can tell you where to meet?” He asks.

My bestie elbows me in the side and I come back to reality.

“Yeah okay.” I manage to say.

He flashes a smile and leaves, the piece of paper with my never on it, tucked into his shirt pocket.

Tagging @theonlyonelives

This is for my Negan’s Valentine’s Day Massacre challenge! Join in on the fun and post your works of love! 💞

Character: Negan

TV: The Walking Dead

Warnings: Dirty talk!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

Inspired by: @underratedcharactersimagines First Date with Negan Would Include.

He watched her from the door way, his arms folded across his chest. The sounds of his leather jacket creaking caught her attention.

She was currently bent at the waist, buckling the strap of her killer heels. She looked up at him through the mirror, a blush to her cheeks.

He grinned, his tounge sneaking out from his teeth, “Look at you doll! All decked out in a dress; never thought I’d see the fuckin’ day!”

She shook her head, standing and smoothing out a wrinkle in her dress, “Well, I wanted to look nice. It is a Valentine’s Day dinner.”

Shit; he couldn’t remember when the last time he celebrated Valentine’s Day. Lucille had passed before they could share it during her final year alive.

And now that the world had ended over two years ago, well, he just didn’t see the fuckin’ point.

Then he had wives only to have them sent away because of the woman standing in front of him.

There was something there, something that his other wives didn’t have… and goddamnit, he wanted to explore that.

Negan pushed off the door jam, walking over to Y/N. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her to him, twisting slightly from side to side as he slid his other hand into her hair.

“You do look nice, baby,” he ran his nose along her neck, making her shiver, “I could literally just eat you up.”

She giggled, holding on to his shoulders, “Negan,”

He growled, nibbling on her neck, making her laugh loudly.

“Have your bag packed?” He asked, against her neck.

She hummed softly, holding his head in place, “Yes.”

Patting her ass, he placed a kiss on her pulse, “Let’s get rollin’ then baby.”

He grabbed her bag, more than ready to get her alone.

“You still haven’t said where we’re going, Negan,” Y/N said, her heels clicking and clacking on the hardwood floor as she tried to keep up with his long strides.

He slowed, taking her hand and threading his fingers with hers, “It’s a surprise, babe, so quit asking.”

Taking her to the truck, he quickly was on the road, not wanting a fuckin’ thing to stop him.
Every now and again, Negan would glance over at Y/N to see her staring out the window.

There wasn’t much to look at; the occasional Walker and desolate land. Her quietness unnerved him.

Taking his hand, he placed it on her knee, pulling her dress upward so he could get a peek of her thigh.

She looked over at him, smiling.

“How about I pull this truck over and we have some fuckin’ fun?”

Her laugh lifted his spirits, calmning his nerves.

“Nope, no way.” She said, stroking the top of his hand.

“Aww, c'mon Doll, why not?”

In prim and posh British accent she said, “Because I’m a lady, that’s why.”

They laughed, Y/N scooching over in the seat to rest against him.
Pulling up to the gates of Alexandria, Y/N shot him a look.

“What?” He asked, his innocence failing miserably.

“Don’t be rude, Negan… please?” She asked, sticking out her bottom lip.

“Uhg, I hate it when you pull the doe eyed look, baby.”

The smile that took over her face told him that she knew she won.

He sighed, shuting the truck off and getting out, “Wait here.”

Rick opened the gate, looking pissed.

“Rick the Prick! How the hell are ya!?” Negan asked, his arms out stretched.

Rick stood there, hand on his belt and tapping his foot, “Very last house at the end of the cul-de-sac. Other two homes are vacant. You’ll have your privacy.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear!” Negan turned his attention to the truck.

Rick followed his gaze, then looked back to Negan.

With his fingers crossed, he leaned back slightly, “Maybe if I’m lucky, there’ll be some freaky deaky tonight!”

He laughed loudly, heading back to the car.

Rick moved out of the way, letting Negan drive through, then slammed the gate shut.

When Negan pulled up to the house, he heard Y/N gasp.

“Wow,” she breathed, getting out of the truck to stare at the two story home.

Negan’s nerves were getting the best of him again. Getting out of the truck, he kept twirling and jiggling the keys, watching Y/N’s reaction.

“Can we go inside?” She asked.

“Huh? Well shit, Darlin’! Sorry!” He took her hand, leading her up the porch and into the house.

“Holy smokes!” She gasped in awe, when they entered the house.

Negan shut the door and led her to a room that he knew for a fact she’d go nuts over.

“Negan, where-”

“Ah! None of that shit woman!” He scolded, opening the door that they were in front of.

He swept his hand into the room, “Ta da!”

Her mouth agape, she placed a hand over her heart, “It has a study!?”

Lined from wall to wall was a small library. She was forever fuckin’ reading, anything from romance books to medical texts.

“Think you’ll be alright in here while I get cleaned up?” Negan asked.

“Most definitely!”

He smiled, leaving her with her thoughts.
As Negan looked in the mirror, he turned his head from side to side after his shower.

Yup, he was about to take the plunge. The shit that veen growing on his face was finally coming off. It was just a little surprise for Y/N.

After applying some shaving cream, he carefully used the straight razor, ridding his face of his beard.

Once it was all done, he stared at his reflection.

Goddamn it had been forever since he was beard free. He’d nearly forgotten what he looked like.

Negan dressed in a clean white tshirt and jeans, forgoing any socks or shoes.

Going down stairs to the kitchen, he began to cook Y/N’s favorite meal, Spaghetti.

He’d been cooking for about an hour when Y/N came into the kitchen, her nose in a book.

“Neg-ahhhhh!” She hollered, dropping the book.

Her hands cupped over her mouth as she rushed over to him, “What did you do!?” She asked.

“You don’t like it?” He asked her.

Closing his eyes at the feel of her warm fingers caressing his cheeks; he had to admit that it was giving him one hell of a stiffy.

“I love it… It’s different, but I love it,”

He smiled, the deepness of his dimples now more prominent.

“Gimmie a fuckin’ kiss baby,” he growled softly.

He noticed that her heels were off since she stood on her tiptoes.

Palming her ass with one hand and the other craddling her cheek, he lowered his head and kissed her.

She gasped as he moved his smooth lips over hers, no beard hair in sight to prick her fuckable mouth.

Her moan was deep and loud as he ran his tounge against hers.

She pulled back with an audible smack as their lips broke apart.

“Wow,” she breathed, her thumbs running over his dimples.

Negan licked his lips, wiggling his eyebrows, “Just wait until I eat you out, baby.”

He laughed as she blushed and dodged a smack from her hand.

Going to the stove, he stirred the homemade spaghetti sauce. Negan took the wooden spoon out, carefully tasting it.

“Hmmmm mmmm!” He moaned, bending at the knees.

“Wanna taste?” He asked, Y/N, holding the spoon up to her mouth.

He watched as her lips wrapped around the tip of the spoon and couldn’t help but to reach down and adjust himself.

Damn those lips and that mouth was going to be the death of him.

Her eyes closed as her tounge licked away the extra sauce, “Oh God!”

“Good huh?” He chuckled.

She nodded, “You have no idea. It’s been forever since I’ve had homemade spaghetti!”

“Now you see, baby? I know you so damn well!” He bragged, going back to the stove to drain the noodles.

“Yeah, you do.” She said, softly.
As they sat at the table, Negan thought of other ways to let her know that she was it for him.

His good mood and banter had calmed a bit since they began eatting. He was lost in his own thoughts, a place he didn’t like going to very often.

Twirling some food on his fork, he jumped when he felt her foot tickle his ankle.

She giggled, happiness making her eyes light up.

He gently poked at her foot with his toes, laughing as she exclaimed that what he was doing was tickling her.

It was times like this that he was happy about sending away the other women and getting away from the Sanctuary.

He wanted to tell her how he really felt, but in a way, he believed he didn’t deserve it. After all the shit he put Lucille through? Hell, he couldn’t and wouldn’t blame Y/N if she wanted to take off.

Negan had moved his plate to the side, not in the mood to eat anymore.

Out of his peripheral, he saw her hand rest on his.

“I love you, Negan.” She said it so softly, he thought he had misheard.

He swallowed the lump in his throat; he could do this.

“Love you too, Y/N… have since the day you turned my life upside down.”

His brows bunched, realizing that that didn’t come out right, but she seemed to have understood.

Relief coursed through him as she smiled sweetly at him.

“C'mere baby.” He patted his lap.

She stood, going over to him and straddling his lap. Her dress had ridden up, revealing her pantie covered core.

Taking a handful of hair, he pulled her roughly to him, kissing her hard.

She responded well with the rough kiss, her head slightly bobbing with his as their lips and tounges moved with one another.

He gripped her ass, pulling her more into his lap. She rolled her hips, grinding against his erection.

“Jesus fuck, baby!” He panted as her lips sucked greedily on his neck.

Lightly tugging on her hair, he brought her mouth back to his, licking at her lips as he growled into the kiss.

Y/N placed her hands under his shirt, her nails slightly clawing at his hairy chest.

She whimpered, pulling back to gasp for air.

Craddling the back of her head, Negan kissed her ear, “I fuckin’ love the shit outta you Doll.”

His voice was deep, dropping the more turned on he became.

Taking his middle finger, ran it across the seam of her panties, “And this pussy? Baby, I’m goin’ fuck the hell out of this pussy. Everyone,” he bit down on her lobe, soothing the sting with his tounge, “and I mean everyone will know this pussy belongs to me.”

She tilted her head back, moaning, “Oh God,”

Negan took hold of her chin, making sure that she was looking into his eyes, “No baby, not God… Negan.”


I just realised I have a crush on Pietro. :) —- Just imagine Dean hearing this.—- “What the hell! Really Y/n?Really? I thought you loved me..” “Oh Dean-o…You know I do and you’re always gonna be my first choice. ”

Event: Emergency Fluff Content @jeffreydeanmorganrarechar

Title: First Kiss

Character: Erastus “Deaf” Smith AU/Modern

TV: Texas Rising

Warnings: None!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

Erastus “Deaf” Smith paced the waiting room at Dr. Y/N Michaels Veterinarian office.

His horse, Merribelle had a run in with the towns trouble makers. They had stolen her for a ride on the many acres of land that he owned, only for Merribelle to end up with multiple wounds from some barbed wire.

Erastus, as you could tell by his nickname, was deaf, so he never heard the youngin’s come onto his property.

Merribelle was his last animal that was tied to his late wife, Lupe.

She had passed from stage 4 ovarian cancer, leaving her precious horse as the only memory for Erastus.

Even though he had photos of Lupe around the house, he had started to forget what she sounded, smelt and looked like.

Erastus came to terms with the fact that she wasn’t going to be coming back two years after the fact.

He was ready to move on, to be happy again and he knew Lupe would be proud for him not to dwell on a ghost of the past.

Twirling his cowboy hat in his long fingers, he turned to walk across the floor again, only to bump into Y/N.

“I’m sorry!” he apologized, his voice deep because of his lack of hearing.

Y/N held onto his arms, laughing softly. He could hear it, but it sounded slightly distant to his damaged eardrums.

“It’s okay, Deaf,”

He had to close his eyes at the sound of her voice.


“Hmmm?” he opened his eyes to find her frowning.

“You okay?” she signed.

He realized that he still held her arms in his hands. Clearing his throat, his gave a gentle squeeze and stepped back.

“I’m alright, Y/N. Thank you,”

She smiled and nodded.

Fidgeting with his hat, he felt like running, “Um, would you mind stopping by to check on Merribelle?”

He could tell the second that Dr. Michaels made an appearance.

“Yes of course. Is she having any problems?”

God, he felt like an ass for the lie he was about to tell, “One of the cuts is looking somewhat angry,”

Y/N checked her watch and looked back up at him, “Let me finish with my last patient and then I’ll stop by,”

Deaf slipped his hat back onto his head and tipped his hat at her, “Thanks Y/N. See you in a bit,”

Y/N waved and headed off to finish her job.

He hoped like hell that all this went according to plan.
It had been a long time since Deaf had to woo a woman. Not that he stopped once he had Lupe, but the newness of it all made him jittery.

He fiddled with the collar of his black button up shirt, then his black vest.

The steady thumping of his heart fluttering rushed to his ears, making him swallow multiple times.

At the sound of a loud neigh, Erastus turned and found Merribelle with her head sticking through the window of his bedroom.

He clicked his tongue, making the horse neigh again as she bounced her head up and down happily.

“C'mon girl. Let’s get you back into the barn,” he coaxed, taking off his jacket so it wouldn’t get dirty.

Merribelle wiggled her lips and pulled her head from the window.

Just as Deaf had Merribelle near the barn, he saw Y/N’s black Ford truck pull into the driveway.

Once again the blood and thumping rushed to his ears as he watched her jump down from the truck, her black medical bag in hand.

Her beauty showed even more out in the setting sunlight.

The wind was still gusty, blowing her hair to one side as she neared him.

Y/N wore a blue and pink plaid button up, jeans and sneakers. Her makeup stayed the same; barely there, with her glasses perched on her nose.

From the roar of the breeze he couldn’t hear her. So when she signed, he returned the gesture and she followed him into the barn.

“Hooo!” Y/N laughed, fixing her hair, “that wind is picking up,”

Deaf smiled, grabbing a carrot and feeding it to Merribelle.

Y/N walked around the horse, her brows pinched as she couldn’t find any angry wounds on the animal.

“I thought you said she wasn’t fairing well?” Y/N questioned.

Jesus, was it hot in here all of a sudden?

“Y/N, I-,”

Immediately she came over to him and rubbed his arms, “What’s the matter Deaf?”

He rubbed his sweaty brow and blew out a puff of air.

“Would… would you have dinner with me?” he asked, lowly.

All wrinkles disappeared as her face went slack.

Slowly, when the worry was starting to eat away at him, she smiled softly.

“Are you asking me out on a date, Erastus?”

He blushed, “Yes Ma’am,”

Gathering up the gumption, he took a deep breath, “It would be a great honor to have your company, Y/N,”

Shock filled her features at his thoughtfulness.

Just as bashful, she put some hair behind her ear, “I’d like that very much, Deaf,”

Holding out his arm, Y/N grabbed ahold of it as he led her from the barn.
Dinner was enjoyed in a comfortable silence, shy smiles and hand holding making the experience all the more better.

They both washed the dishes and cleaned up and Deaf was ready to further the date.

“Care to watch a movie?”

Y/N raised a brow, “Ohhh, pulling out all the stops, I see,”

He nodded, his dimples deepening, “I’m trying, yes.”

Y/N laughed, “Then yes, I’d love to watch a movie,”

A Mel Brooks classic, Young Frankenstein, was chosen.

Deaf sat on the end of the couch and felt rather bold when he patted the spot next to him.

“I could never say no to you,” she giggled, cuddling into his side.

They both sighed as he started the movie; making sure that he had the subtitles on.

At the point in the movie when Igor appeared, Y/N began to laugh.

Deaf watched her and felt the vibrations of her laughter as she laughed again at one of the jokes.

He couldn’t help himself.

Cupping her cheek, he turned her head towards his, softly placing his lips over hers.

Her smile faded, her laughter turning into a soft whimper as he kissed her.

Deaf took his time tasting her lips, using gentle pulls and soft caresses.

Pulling back slowly and their noses touching, Deaf opened his eyes, running his thumb over the apple of her cheek.

“Deaf?” his name left her on a whisper as she blinked her eyes.


He watched her mouth as she spoke since it came out as a whisper.

“Kiss me again,”

He smiled, obliging Y/N’s wish.


the face of realization:

oh shit I forgot my plums


Welcome to Fun Facts Friday! This week we are bringing you someone quite spectacular and avante-garde. With his pink hair and unique style, and a smile that could literally kill, Koichi!

I swear my heart skips a beat or two when i look at this boy. The god’s  blessed you with your heavenly looks, but I can show you a place where we can indulge in a pleasure the god’s may not be so approving of, just take my hand and enjoy the dark and twisted ride.

So, let’s begin.

- Tiger

Disclaimer : Gifs were not made by us, credit goes to the original owner of the material and the creators of these magical gifs.

Name : 恋一 Koichi
Part : Bass
Birthday : 22nd December
Zodiac: Capricorn
Bloodtype : B
Birthplace: Takaoyama
Height: 178 cm
Favourite Brands: Vivienne Westwood, LAZY HAZY PLANET

Always had a lot of friends over and they would wrestle, they put holes in the wall, he says some of the holes are still there in his parents home!

His mom helped him dye his hair when he was younger, he has had long hair since elementary.

Born and raised in Takaoyama

Had a bad accident on a bike when he was a teenager. Was in intensive care and after he got out decided to take up music.

Had a senpai named Koori-chan who was foreign in his school, who played the bass and drums

He picked the bass because Koori-chan played it and his father always said if he was in a band he would play bass

Was introduced to Tsuzuku by a friend {I must thank this friend}

People told him “you’re weird” even as a child {awww… }

His favorite class was home economics cause he got to use the sewing machine

Attended college for a few months then dropped out, it was a year before he took up the bass.

His father plays guitar, and showed him how to play when he first got his bass.

Wants to make his father proud

He has a total of 14 piercings (but that doesn’t include his left ear and belly)

He grieved a lot when his first cat died then he adopted a little kitten. {can you adopt me?}

Collab fic for the Bobby first kiss request! GIF credit goes to owner.

- Essy and Mika

“So is she a good kisser?" 

Bobby whipped around and looking at an innocent looking BI.

"Hyung, you’ve been dating for a month.”

“We’ve held hands!" 

BI gave him a look. "That’s so momentous, you know, if we were in middle school, hyung." 

Before Bobby could retort, Jinhwan walked into the room.

"What’s going on, guys?” He asked innocently unaware of the conversation that just took place.

“Hyung! Bobby hasn’t kissed his girlfriend yet!” Hanbin jumped out of his seat to cut Bobby off before he could accurately explain the situation.

Jinhwan released a laugh that must have been a combination of a surprised snort and a cackle. “Wait. You’re serious?”

“Shut up, guys.” Bobby looked away, feeling embarrassed at this situation. It’s not like he didn’t want to kiss her,  but there was never a right time for it to happen. A few close calls… a few glances, but never the actual deed. 

“Woahhh, the amazing Kim Jiwon can’t even kiss his own girlfriend, I never thought I’d seen the day.” BI smirked as he teased Bobby with a playful shove.

“Yeah, does she have bad breath or something? Does she think you’re gay? Maybe you should stop being so touchy with your dongsaengs.” Jinhwan leaned back in his chair looking more like a hyung as opposed to the fake maknae.

“YAH! That’s enough!” Bobby almost slammed his fist down on the dinner table so hard his drink practically toppled over.

“Damn. So touchy.” Hanbin feigned shock. “If only you could be touchy somewhere else, then maybe you’d get somewhere.”

Bobby stormed out of the room, too frustrated to continue the conversation with the other two. As he was walking away, he received a text. 

Oppa, Hanbin just texted me. Is everything okay? He said you were upset.

The frustrated male continued his trek down the street before replying with a sigh. How was he supposed to respond to this? That his dongsaeng and hyung practically teased the shit out of him because he hasn’t made the first move yet?

Jinhwan just texted me, too… what’s going on??

Bobby glared at his phone and inwardly cursed both of them out in his head. He mentally prepared himself for the commencing conversation.

Everything is fine! Going for a walk. Where are you?

Not a minute later, there was a reply.

Shopping. Want to meet up after? I’m almost done.

He sighed softly, feeling happy that his girlfriend was concerned about him. 

Maybe…..he could make a move today?

Sure, I’ll be at our spot in the park. See you soon!

He took a deep breath before heading to their favorite spot in the park where not many people knew about. All the while, he was planning on how to get that kiss. After waiting a couple of minutes, he heard a voice that he would recognize anywhere. 

“Oppa! Did you wait long?” The voice asked him sweetly. 

He turned around and was greeted to the adorable sight of his girlfriend looking slightly out of breath and holding two shopping bags while trying to smooth down her hair. He smiled softly at the sight before grinning and grabbing her bags for her.  "Don’t worry, I didn’t wait long.“

"That’s a relief!” She grinned wryly as he set her bags down and they began to talk about their day. The breeze softly blew, moving the clouds away to reveal a bright sun and crystal clear skies as the day went on. It was so relaxing that Bobby almost forgot his mission today. He decided to implement it now. 

“Jagiya, I’m kinda thirsty, can you get me a coffee from the vending machine?” He grinned his most innocent grin. 

“Sure! I’ll be right back.” She giggled a little before heading off.
After she left, Bobby immediately began to fix himself up. He checked hair, teeth, breath, etc. Everything had to be perfect for this moment. Okay Bobby, you can do this! Its just a kiss. Its not like its your first kiss, just your first kiss with her. Not helping. I’m so nervous. No! I can do it! I am Kim Jiwon!

After a couple a minutes, she came back with a can of coffee and a bottle of aloe for herself. 

“Here you go.” She said as she sat down and handed him his coffee. 

He smiled his signature eye smile and answered with a cheerful,“ Thanks!”

He opened his drink and took a sip as she did the same. He eyed her drink and had a sudden devious idea. 

“Did you not get coffee?” Bobby started.

“Aloe,” she muttered in between sips, not paying too much attention to his mannerisms.

Bobby cleared his throat. “Can I try some?”

His girlfriend flashed a cheeky smile. “It’s not like you haven’t tried this before…”

“Yeah, but that one might be different. Just one sip?”

She rolled her eyes before dangling out the bottle towards him. “Fine, just one–”

Bobby reached just passed the bottle, taking a light hold of her wrist before gently tugging her close, her lips conveniently landing on his for a firm two seconds.

She stumbled back, her lips still pressed to line as if their lips were still connected. Her eyes shot open, avoiding eye contact with anything for more than half a second.

Bobby sighed triumphantly. “I was right. That one did taste different!”

“YAH!” She slapped his arm hard enough to bring his coffee down to the ground. “What was that for?!”

He looked taken aback at her violent behavior. “W-We’ve been dating for a month! And we haven’t kissed yet! Don’t you think about kissing me?!" 

"That’s not how I wanted our first kiss to go!” She yelled with a pout. He looked shocked before she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him hard. His eyes went wide and went completely still in shock. After a moment, they broke apart.

“W-what was that?!” He stuttered with a blush on his face. She glared him.

“That’s how you have a first kiss Kim Jiwon.” She glared for a second long before grinning at his cute expression and giving him a hug. “I think we need to redo our first kiss again.”

Title: Werewolf in Michigan Part 1

Character: John Winchester

TV: Supernatural

Warnings: None

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

This is for my friend, @texasgal2222, hence why the OFC bears her name!

“John… it’s Teresa. Listen, I need your help. The town I live in; something weird is going on. My husband- never- torn- please? I’d rea- -ppreciate it,”

John listened to the voice mail at least six times and he couldn’t piece together the missing words other than she needed help.

Teresa Bronx was someone he had grown up with. If he were to be honest, Teresa was his first love, but things happened and Teresa moved, not really having a say in that situation.

Then Mary came along and they were married and had Dean and Sam. He honestly thought that he’d never see or hear from Teresa again.

Snapping his phone shut, he pushed his rear off of the Impala and went to the hotel room that he shared with his boys.

They needed to get on this and fast.

Closing the door, we walked by the two twin sized beds, knocking each of the boys’ foot with a tiny bit of force.

Both jumped awake, snorting as they realized that sleep time was over.

“Sorry boys, but we have our next case,”

“Uhgg, what time is it?” Dean asked, squinting at the clock.

“Time to get your tails up,” John replied, sitting at a table with his laptop.

Typing away as Sam and Dean stretched and yawned, John found the place where Teresa had called from.

“What do you have?” Sam asked, plopping down in a chair and rubbing his eyes.

“Got a call from an old friend,” he paused, reading, “looks like Werewolf attacks in… Michigan,”

“That’s about a seven hour trip, Dad,” Dean said.

Looking up at both of his sons, John smiled, “Looks like you best get to packing,”
“Dad, this town isn’t even on the map,” Dean said, from the passenger seat.

“Well, this is where the signal came from, so that is where we are going,”

So far it had been nothing but mountains and flat land. It had seemed like that they weren’t moving.

John immediately slammed on the breaks, scaring the boys.

“The hell!?”

“Jesus, Dad!”

“Sorry boys, but shut up and look,” John pointed to what was beyond the windshield.

The fog was so thick, so dense that they could barely make out the sign that set on the side of the road.

Dean squinted, leaning forward in his seat, “Welcome to the town of Quaker. Population…. I can’t see the numbers.,”

Slowly, John inched the Impala forward until it had disappeared into the fog.

Some of the thickness had thinned out, but it was still hard to see. Still, John continued to drive at a snails pace.

He sighed with relief when the fog gave way to a quaint little town. It was still overcast, but not nearly as bad.

People were scattered about the town, eating, walking their dogs, window shopping and so on.

Dean tapped John on the arm and pointed to their destination, “Last building on the right,”

~Bronx Antiques~

John pulled into a parking space and shut the car off. Pulling the keys from the ignition, he began to fumble with them as his nerves became frazzled.

“Dad?” Dean tapped his arm.


“You alright?” he asked.

John cleared his throat and shook his head, “I’m fine son. C'mon, let’s go,”

Dean and Sam shared a look before exiting the vehicle.

Entering the building, the doorbell chimed three times as they each crossed the threshold.

“Hi, can I help you?” A young girl in her mid teens stepped from a back room.

John’s eyes widened at the sight of the girl. She looked so much like Teresa did when she was a teen.

When Dean noticed that John wasn’t speaking up, he gave his father another weird stare and shook his head.

“Yeah. Hey Darlin’. We’re looking for Teresa Bronx. Is she here?”

The teen blushed, then nodded. Holding up a finger, she turned on her heel, “Hey Momma. There’s some men out here that wanna talk to you,”

“On my way, Issie,”

John felt his chest tighten at the sound of Teresa’s voice.

When she came around the corner, wiping her hands on a towel, it seemed like time had frozen.

Teresa looked exactly as he remembered, only her hair was shorter and she wore glasses.

She froze when she spotted him, her blue eyes getting tearful.

“John?” she gasped.

He could feel his own self getting choked up.

She walked faster over to him, hugging him for all she was worth.

“Hey Tere,” he whispered, giving her a squeeze.

“You came,” her voice skipped.

John rubbed her back, continuing to whisper, “Why would you think I wouldn’t?”

“Old memories,” she cried.

John pulled back and cupped her cheeks, “Listen Teresa, that was a long time ago. We were just teens,”

Teresa nodded and gave a watery laugh. She pulled off her glasses and wiped underneath her eyes to rid her face of tears.

“Sorry, it’s been a roller-coaster of emotions lately.” she said.

Dean coughed behind John, making him glance over his shoulder.

The boys looked uncomfortable, but curious as well.

“Teresa, these are my boys, Sam and Dean. Boys, this is Teresa. We grew up together.”

Sam and Dean leaned forward, shaking Teresa’s hand.

“Nice to meet you,” she smiled.

She put her arm around the teen, who seemed to look like she felt out of place, “This is my daughter, Issie,”

She kissed the girls head, “Like John said, we grew up together,”

“Ohh, he’s the one in the photo album at home,”

“Yes he is,”

Issie held her hand out, “Nice to meet you Mr. Winchester,”

“You can call me John, Issie. Nice to meet you too,” he said, shaking her hand gently.

Issie shook Dean and Sam’s hand, getting bashful.

“Please come in. Can I get you all anything?”

At that moment, Dean’s stomach growled. He clutched it, laughing, “Sorry, we’ve not had lunch yet,”

“Oh! Well, let me lock up and we’ll go to the diner across the street,”
While Teresa and Issie were in the restroom, Sam and Dean demanded some answers from their father.

“C'mon Dad, you gotta let us in on this,”

John shrugged his shoulders, “You know everything, Dean.”

Before the conversation became heated, the women returned.

Everyone ordered their food; the silence slightly uncomfortable.

“So why don’t we just cut the chase? Why are we here?” Dean asked, slightly annoyed.

The door chimed, indicating another customer.

“Mom, it’s Baisley. Can I go talk to her?” Issie asked.

Teresa nodded and smiled, “Sure, Iss. I’ll come get you when the food gets here,”

As soon as Issie left the table, Teresa’s smile faded from her face, her eyes becoming hard. “I planned on telling you, just not in front of my daughter. You said you were hungry and what I need help with isn’t suitable for the table,”

“Dean,” John said, looking up from his hands at his oldest.

Dean sighed, “I’m sorry… just hangry, I guess,”

The waitress put the food on the table, getting out of the thick atmosphere quickly.

Teresa sighed, “Let’s just eat and when we go back to the shop, I’ll tell you what this is all about,”

Issie was called back over to the table to eat, making quick work of her meal.

In between bites, she begged to stay the night with her friend, which Teresa granted.

Back at the antique shop once everyone ate and Issie safely with her friend and their parents; it was time to get down to business.

“The curiosity is killing me, Tere. What do you need help with?” John asked, taking off his jacket and placing it on the back of a chair.

Folding her arms, she looked at each Winchester and sighed one dreaded word…