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Money Showers [AMBW] [Sik-K x OC]

Characters: Jayde (OC), Kwon Minsik (Sik-K)

Summary: “You ain’t gonna say nothing, cause I bring that money.”

Plot: Minsik is the leader of a mafia and being a leader means days away from Jayde. One night he returns to his elegant home with a bag full of cash after executing a robbery flawlessly.

Genre: Mafia AU

A/N: I was inspired by Sik-K’s “Get That Money” so I made this crappy oneshot.

A pair of concerned hazel-brown eyes look vacantly through a dewy window at a desolate driveway. Manicured fingers squeeze onto the sides of her own arms while a troubled exhale went past her plump lips. The air she expelled fogged the window and outside from it rain continued to fall. Her eyes took a glance to the Roman numeral clock above her chest of drawers. The time indicated 2:41 in the late night. She huffed and turned her head back to the window and fixated her eyes at the driveway. Her body grew tense as the seconds felt like minutes to her.

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Moon Signs:

Aries: Understanding the world through the palms of your hands. Touching everything that is tangible. Internal temper-tantrums that make your blood run hot. Struggling to contain your emotions; being outraged one minute, and playful the next. A secret adrenaline junkie. Being addicted to doing things the hard way. Becoming passionate about new ideas too easily. Becoming passionate about new people too easily. Falling in love quickly and roughly. Looking through eyes that watch the world burn, manic and breathless. You are the infinitely relight-able fuse at the end of a firework, or a bomb.

Taurus: A slave to familiarity. Possessing a dragon hoard consisting of antiques, or the things in which you treasure most. Speaking before you think. The lavish romantic; lover of good times and calm surroundings. The pursuit of pleasure. Slow to forget, slower to forgive. Unfamiliar with compromise. The Aphrodite of love, and the Dionysus of luxury. A social butterfly, yet undoubtedly loyal. A distaste for messy emotional outbursts; being naturally self-contained. Guided by the firm, steady hand of desire. You are the lady and the lord, peaceable and regal and charming in all things. 

Gemini: Feeling with your mind, being frustrated with emotions you can’t logically understand. The uncontrollable urge to interact with others, needing intellectual stimulation in order to function. Studying a billion different subjects in one day. A lover of literature, or just simply the words of people. Distancing yourself from emotion, never really knowing how you ‘feel’ about an issue. Always the Devil’s advocate. Constantly trying new things; needing change to keep both of your personalities happy. You are the mental immigrant, comfortable only when you’re foreign.

Cancer: Omnipotent in regards to emotions. Fearing change, and hating superficiality. The unexpected jokester. Moods that change faster than the weather. The emotional hoarder; fears throwing away anything at all. Falling into their own pain like a well and drowning themselves in it. Adopting all types of people into your ‘family’. Their own worst enemy. Offense taken towards indifference. The passive-aggressive problem avoider who leaves a trail of crumbs for their partner. You are the sea witch, who has the depth of the entire world contained inside of her, threatening to spill out.

Leo: Praying to the stars to make you one of them. Wanting to burst from a lack of affection, or attention. Hands that flail dramatically while telling a story. Needing confirmation that somebody really does love you, and feeling terribly vulnerable because of it. Wanting to shout your love, and hatred, from the hilltops- like an actor in a bad movie. Smiles that make people believe in heaven. Being painfully defensive when someone hurts your pride. Acting kingly or queenly when a situation gets uncomfortable. You are the physical embodiment of the sun, come down from the sky to bring light to Earth.

Virgo: Secretly enjoying the little things that you’re appreciated for. The woman who hides behind the fan to avoid unwanted attention. Routines biggest cheerleader. The best counselor you will ever encounter. The fine eye that takes a sledgehammer to their own self-esteem. The original skeptic. Raised eyebrows at those who put their faith blindly. A face of apathy, and a mind of curiosity. Surrounding yourself with invisible barriers, hoping that somebody finds a way through them. You are the analyst, struck the hardest by your own discerning eye.

Libra: Inevitably becoming the mediator in all conversations. Deep-seated desires to mold your life into the perfect balance of both Yin and Yang. Debating an issue for so long that everybody around you groans. A refined, attractive aura that makes you seem doubly gracious. The war for peace. Falling in love so, so young. Always feeling fickle. Having to have the last word. Finding your own strength through other people. Feeling so intensely vulnerable because of your uncertainties. You are the gentle judge, who will not cede when staring into the eyes of unfairness.

Scorpio: Not accepting any gray areas in life, living in a world of black and white. Emotions so intense that your teeth chatter, even while your face remains stoic. Living a secret life as a private investigator. Feeling raw when you fall in love, because of how deeply it cuts you. Being horribly satisfied with your obsessions. Internally burning down everything you once knew in order to be reborn. A phoenix in your own right. Looking into the mirror in order to confront your own demons, seeing dirty words stamped onto your forehead. You are a white flag on fire, spitting in the face of surrender.

Sagittarius: Mr. Brightside and the lover of open space to roam. Feeling gagged by routine, like a dentist has her hands down your throat. Throwing yourself off of the cliff towards possibility; getting taken advantage of. That deep-seated desire to leave an impression on people, like goose pimples after a gust of cold air. Being a little too honest. Experiencing highs and lows that make you seem like you’re more than one person. Naturally enthused. Always searching for something. You are the mistress of experience, bold and wild and feeding off of the knowledge of the unexpected.

Capricorn: Seeming to be cool and steady, even when you feel like screaming. Possessing a deep, undeniable need for security- in all areas of life. Dreaming of building kingdoms with your bare hands. Being embarrassed, but pleased when somebody compliments you. Being too hard on yourself, and experiencing black moods because of it. Hiding your sensitivity behind biting, but nonetheless amusing sarcasm. Wanting to feel worthwhile in the world. Having a deep desire, and drive, to make something of yourself. You are the Titan Cronus, learning the lesson of the finiteness of mortality. 

Aquarius: Growing up and just feeling ‘different’. Loving all things messy, except emotions. Rejecting negative emotions because you hate feeling jealous, or fearful. Compassion through philosophy.  The starry-eyed professor, mad scientist, or general genius. Becoming so immersed into your own goals that you forget your reasons for said goals. Attracting all types in the eccentric crowds. Lovingly charming; struggling early on to find the medium between humor and offense. You are the electric shock of innovation upon society, bold and sharp and drastic as hell.

Pisces: The unrivaled mental space cadet. Intuition resembling psychic affinity. Caring for others so deeply, that their emotions make you feel like you’re underwater. Seeing pieces of yourself inside of everybody else. Being so excited for the future, you lose the present. Empathizing with everyone. Having secret worlds to retreat to, when reality is too awful. The natural performer. Being slightly jealous of mermaids/men. Loving everybody just a little bit. Having your heart broken more than once a day. You are the holy ghost, filled with divine love for all, and longing even more so.

The Signs as Witches

Aries: uses bodily ingredients such as hair or teeth or nails, wild and free and howling at the moon, fire tells them what they want to know, embraces all but does not tolerate betrayal, gifted in the use of poppets and curses, full of energy and static and power

Taurus: a collector of many things, uses crystals and herbs, proficient in kitchen magic, has an inner strength that knows no bounds and no true master, a home full of colored glass and jars filled with anything you could ever need, rooted and able, wears robes with many many pockets

Gemini: a card reader and game changer, spoken spells fill the very air with magic and potential, an avid learner and sharer of their craft, books and tomes and candles fill their space, knows the power of words and names, tattoos sigils and spells all over their body and they seem to move when you aren’t looking, vast and uncontainable

Cancer: rests under the moon and whispers magic in their sleep, uses astral projection to explore and learn and play with ghosts, elaborate and detailed dream diary, deep understanding of astrology, somehow already knows what you’re going to say, mysterious and soft but only on the surface, a knower of secrets, sleepy eyes, lives in a tree in a misty forest and makes friends with the plants and spirits there

Leo: strongest in the day and has eyes that light up the night, mighty voice and skilled hands, breath carries a spark, animalistic energy you can feel when they look at you, makes their own spells borrows their own power, incredible visualization makes their dreams realities, difficult to look at directly for reasons you don’t really understand, wild hair and adorned in gems

Virgo: techno witch, weaves magic into code and text, keeps a blog as their book of shadows and altar, urban magic, has a restless mind and busy hands, deletes negativity out of their life, has much information to share despite their hollow look, eyes are lit from the inside, their phone is full of pictures that keep moving and notes only they can read

Libra: covered in veils and breathes perfume to hide themselves and confuse you, summons creatures and demons to do their bidding so their hands remain clean, almost transparent at times like a ghost or vision, is stronger than they look and delights in you not knowing their power, their mouth is almost always moving but you can’t hear what they say, soft to the touch but their skin is cold, trinkets and charms and chains adorn them and their home

Scorpio: eyes and nails are dark and caked in black, frequents graveyards and learns from the ghosts and crows, solitary witch who makes friends with bones, will help you learn what you want to know for a price, is afraid to sleep, quiet and haunted, is reborn each new moon, is full of knowing and fog and promise, takes a lock of hair from all they help, you feel them in your core

Sagittarius: rides their broom with reckless abandon, plays with the children on Halloween and shows them magic is real, their home has legs and never stays still, keeps many familiars and most are birds, gifted in charms and potions and sells their work with a smile, you can hear them laughing with the moon at night, chapped lips and wide eyes, magic is erratic and spontaneous and they couldn’t control it if they wanted to

Capricorn: loose black and gray clothing that flows when they walk, keeps a pouch of salt around their neck at all times, face is often covered or hard to see, protection spells and sigils are their innate ability, the floor trembles when they are angry, always watching watching watching, lives in a stone cottage covered with moss and scrawlings and carvings, other witches are silent around them out of fear and awe

Aquarius: hermit, storm witch, plays with rain and dances with lightning and shouts thunder, keeps trinkets and mementos in small jars around their bed, asks favors and learns from the clouds, raw and swift and ready to act, soft as a summer rain and cold as hail, hair is full of leaves and wind, feet are dirty but their mind is clean and sharp

Pisces: smells of salt and dressed in rags and burlap and pearls, misty eyes that look through you and deep deep down in you, water witch with a soft face and an ocean for a heart, thing of the sea, empath who sometimes knows you better than you do, bottles own tears and keeps them for spells, witch of all trades master of none, head is full of crashing waves, overflowing with magic and wonder

Bet On Me

Reggie x Reader

A/N: This is my first ever fic and I hope you all like it!! Requests for all other Riverdale characters are open!! (This is my first fic because Reggie is bae)

Word Count: 3369

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst, violence, heavy make-out session (is that even a warning?)

Summary: Reggie is dared to date Y/N, the sweet and popular untouched cheerleader. He does so, although not expecting to fall for her in the process.

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Ride

A Bucky Barnes One-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1633

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Smut, Language, thigh riding, sex and mentions of the thighs of betrayal.

A/N: This is for @emilyevanston‘s Kate’s Cards Against Humanity Writing Challenge! Congrats on 1 year and 2k followers my dear!

Prompt: Powerful Thighs

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“Cause of death,” you whispered to Natasha, making her snort.

You took another bite of your cereal and watched Bucky walk over to the refrigerator. He opened the door and reached in, grabbing a water. You and Nat both barely held in groans when he tipped it back and took long pulls from the bottle, the muscles in his throat working vigorously.

He had been down in the gym with Steve. He hadn’t hit the shower yet so his chest was gloriously bare, sweat still clinging to his skin. The gray gym shorts he was wearing were hanging low on his hips, a peak of his black underwear visible. The sweat on his legs were making his shorts stick to his thighs.

That is the cause of death you had been referring to.

When you had entered the gym a half an hour ago to retrieve your hairbrush that you left in the shower room, Bucky had been doing squats. You had frozen in place as you watched the muscles in his back bunch with every movement. His shorts had stretched tight across his firm ass and had ridden halfway up his thighs. The muscles were straining as he bent deep, the weights on the barbell across his shoulders staying parallel.

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We Are Young: Chapter 14

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

Warning: NSFW

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“Can you hurry up and pick a movie already?”

“Well. Maybe if you just told me what you wanted to watch instead of shooting down all my suggestions-”

“I picked last time. It’s your turn now.”

“You can’t say that and then complain about the movies I pick.”

“Fine.” Aelin leaned back against the couch. She crossed her arms and legs, a dramatic sigh escaping her lips. “Take your time. Besides, I’m enjoying the view anyways.”

Aelin smiled to herself as her eyes drifted to Rowan’s ass. Yeah, she was definitely enjoying the view. She’d actually be fine with spending the night staring at Rowan’s ass instead of watching a movie.

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masterlist.

est. 5/17 | primarily rated m for mature.

JJK

〚 givenchy & gold (m.) | multishot | completed
The fun part is hiding it, getting to hear Jeongguk whisper to you in the dark corners of the store where no one can find you. Someplace where you’re completely hidden from view with only his eyes and hands on you. You love feeling him on you, in you, all over you in places only a select few others have explored.
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KTH

fate of the fast & furious (m.) | oneshot | completed
There’s always that surge of adrenaline you feel in your gut whenever Taehyung kicks into those higher gears and goes a little too fast on the home stretches of city roads. For those few split-second moments, you realize why he’s so destructive, into such a taboo sport that other drivers curse at. You can only imagine what 150 miles an hour feels like, and the loud echoes of bike motors on the walls of underground tunnels, and the adrenaline rush that it brings a person.
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the cold | drabble | completed
You love being nestled against Taehyung, the flat plane of him, the warmth of his baggy t-shirts that seem to drape breezily right off his collarbones. His scent—something powdery and flower-like, probably cheap detergent, but it’s him, and that’s what matters.
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PJM

trick shot (m.) | multishot | completed
Jimin looks concentrated as hell, hair fallen into his eyes, but he looks through it. You make it look easy, like an art form, but to him it’s brand new. You step aside, watching him pull back on the cue with his dominant hand. Watching him bent over the pool table, ass tight in those slacks, and suddenly it’s hot in here all over again. A thirst not even the water in your glass can quench.
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KNJ

gutter sluts (m.)
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JHS

signal (m.)
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the night shift (m.) | oneshot | completed
The real finish line is the view of Hoseok, partially nude in nothing but telltale boxers. The sheet is the only thing pulled over his lower half, giving a tease of the idea that he may as well have absolutely nothing on. A view you long grew accustomed to before your nightshifts started and when you guys actually had time to fuck at night like a normal couple in heat. He’d fall asleep in nothing and you’d wake up to just his soft skin. Raking your fingers over the bones in his upper back because he always sleeps on his front.
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MYG

7:30AM (m.) | drabble | completed
This morning Yoongi’s got his arms around you, your favorite morning fog to wake up in. A mess of sheets and limbs. There’s no special occasion other than his lethargy, probably exhausted of waking up so early every damn day just for the sake of video editing, and you’re not complaining.
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rule of thirds (m.)
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insemination wars (m.)
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KSJ

only for a second (m.)
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restoration | drabble | completed
The bold truth hurts, but you’ve got to get it out of your head. Nothing could have convinced you enough to stay, not even Seokjin who had you around his finger from the start. He drowned you out of his mind so easily with his job, making you seem foolish for ever convincing yourself he’d be different and he’d show you more eventually.
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“I’m your family?” “You’re my family.”

In honour of Gendry’s soon-to-be return to the show, here is a drabble of Arya and Gendry’s potential meeting in S8

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She was water dancing when the gates creaked open. Brienne now trained with her every morning and night once done sparring with Pod. The young squire always seemed to find an excuse to still be there when Arya would glide up, eyes sparkling, Needle in one hand, dagger at her waist. He claimed to Brienne that Arya was a natural, and he wished to learn from her. After several weeks, Brienne stopped even pretending to believe him. 

The sound of two horses and the howl of the cold winds outside made Arya and Brienne pause, turning to see who had come. Arya felt like a girl of 12 again as her heart raced, her mind whispering, Jon, big brother, he’s home, he’s home.

She couldn’t help but feel disappointed as she saw it was a Wildling man with a huge red beard and glinting, laughing eyes. He broadly smiled in their direction, and Arya turned to see Brienne furiously staring at her feet, her hand clutching at Oathkeeper as though it were a support. 

“My lady!” the man shouted. 

Brienne nodded stiffly. “Tormund.”

Tormund? Arya thought to herself. She had heard of Tormund from Sansa; a Wildling who Jon called his closest friend, a brash man with a kind heart who currently cared for two girls who’s mother died at Hardhome. Arya had learnt to be wary of everyone though, however kind they may seem. 

Tormund slipped off his horse and swaggered towards them, talking loudly of great deeds and ice spiders. Why was Brienne looking as though the ground needed to swallow her up, Arya wondered. Pod was hovering nervously around them, clearly wondering whether to cause an intervention or just leave Brienne to it. Brienne hastily blurted to Tormund that Winterfell had received a raven that Ser Jaime Lannister and a group of Lannister deserters were riding North to fight alongside the Starks. Now it was clear that he no longer fought for Cersei, Brienne always seemed to bring up Ser Jaime when she was flustered, and it always made Pod roll his eyes.

Smirking, Arya turned back to the gate, sure that it was two horses, not one, that she had heard. 

And then her heart stopped. 

She hadn’t seen him for four years. His hair was still black as night, and the eyes that shyly looked through it were still the blue of a warm summer sky. A huge warhammer swung off the horse, and Arya could see the sigil of House Baratheon on it. Why did he have that? 

She found herself tentatively moving forwards. Could it be him? Was it truly him? The Red Witch hadn’t killed him?

His clothes were covered in ice and snow, and as he jumped off the horse she saw his hands were turning grey from cold. 

“Gendry?” she heard herself whispering, feeling the eyes of Pod burning into the back of her head. 

He looked up, and swallowed hard. “You finally got home to Winterhell…”

She took a sharp intake of breath, mixed with a laugh, thinking what Hot Pie would say to that subtle jab in his absence. “You’re alive. She didn’t -”

He shook his head. “I - Arya, I -” and suddenly his arms were around her, squeezing her, holding her in a way he had never once held her before. Arya found her head resting against his chest, her heart racing…

And then she pulled back and punched him square on the jaw. 

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anonymous asked:

the quarians were SUCH A LETDOWN for me.. in ME1 i was like ok the tightly fitting armor leaves little to the imagination but maybe at least their faces are weird? then in me2 you could kind of see very human looking eyes glowing through the mask and i was like NO.. PLEASE NO... and then in me3 it was like The Big Reveal.. A Human, With Glowing Eyes and i was like NOOOOOOOOOO

Maybe they were really just grey humans this whole time.. 

I know they were originally going to make them look more like this:

Which might still be too humany for people but I think its much better then “literally a human face”

Anyways this is my…attempt i guess

They are otherwise very humanoid (though convergent evolution remarkably human-like) except their bug face, which includes both compound eyes and lensed “simple eyes”. They have a diet primarily made up of liquids and mush, and as a result have to puree much of their food.

Perfect Gentleman (Joshua scenario)

Joshua pretending to be innocent but being the devil himself when you two are alone. Requested by @kpopadmin

Sorry it took me so long! I’ll post the other requests soon.

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Joshua/ Reader

As it was tradition, you spent every Friday night watching movies with your favorite dorks. Being Joshua’s girlfriend, you saw the boys very often and they all considered you part of the family, always looking after you and babying you, specially Dino who saw in your and Joshua’s perfect relationship what he wanted for himself in a couple of years (fifteen years, Jeonghan would correct him).

You two were just so perfect for each other. You were smart, beautiful and a supportive girlfriend. Joshua, on the other hand was a perfect gentleman…or so everyone thought.

You couldn’t stop smiling at the way your boyfriend interlocked his fingers with yours. You looked at his beautiful features before turning your attention back to the movie when, completely out of context, they showed a very explicit scene.

Half of the group panicked while the other half couldn’t stop laughing and making jokes.

“JUST TURN IT OFF!” Seungkwan yelled over the loud moans coming from the screen.

“I’M TRYING!” claimed a very desperate S.coups.

“STOP LOOKING, DINO” said Jeonghan trying to cover the maknae’s eyes.

“Hyung , c’mon. I’m an adult” replied Dino but didn’t try to fight it, knowing it would be pointless.

“Pff…. We should show them how it’s done, don’t you think?” you said only loud enough for Joshua to hear but the room went suddenly quiet. All eyes were on you, the couple on the T.V. long forgotten.

“Wait a minute, surely that doesn’t mean…. That you two already… “mumbled DK only to be interrupted by Jeonghan’s fake gasp and Seungkwan’s real one.

“I knew it!” Jun said, turning to Minghao who murmured something in Chinese before handing him money.

Everyone started asking Joshua questions but he only sighed, looked and you and said:

“That was a very inappropriate comment, Y/N. Please refrain from saying things like that” then he turned to the others with a stern look. “I’m not answering private questions, guys. Please respect my girlfriend and our relationship.”

Most of them stopped immediately, apologizing in case they had offended you and the ones who continued making comments were soon told off by S.coups. You couldn’t stop blushing during the rest of the night, feeling Joshua’s intense stare on you.

Everyone seemed to forget about what happened after a week (or maybe they didn’t bring it up again because they didn’t want to get yelled at by the dad of the group). The boys were waiting to go onstage and you were talking to Mingyu, complimenting his outfit. That’s when Joshua came in and told the group that they needed to go get their makeup done.

“All of us?” asked Wonwoo.

“Yeah, apparently we don’t have much time” Answered Joshua.

“Did you get yours done already?” asked Vernon.

“Yes, so I’ll just stay here cuddling and telling my girlfriend how much I love h-“ Joshua started being interrupted by Minghao’s “EEEEEWWWWW” and Chan’s “That’s so cool, hyung” before they all left.

You laughed at their reactions but your smile vanished as the door closed and you were left alone with Joshua, his darkened eyes scanning your body. You already knew that look and this was certainly the worst place and moment to give you that look.

“Jisoo, we are-hhmmf” instead of wasting the little time you had, he attached his lips attached to yours, his hands wandering all over your body. “Jisoo, wait a second” you said looking at the door nervously.

“I can’t wait. I need you. Now” he said against the skin of your neck, his arms holding your waist forcefully.

“You’re going onstage soon” you reminded him but you were already giving up. His lips and tongue on your skin felt too good.

“We’ll have to be quick then” he said huskily next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine as you heard his jeans being unzipped. He took your hand and guided it to his clothed member. You blushed and looked at him with uncertainty. His hazed eyes, wet lips, heavy breathing and hard length were too much for you to resist… but you didn’t want the others to see you doing something that intimate. Even though you tended to crack up some dirty jokes, you were very shy…. Unlike Joshua, who most of the time just pretended to be a saint.

“Just… let me lock the door, ok?” you mumbled quietly.

“Oh, but why?” he asked stroking one of your breasts over your clothes while his other hand grabbed your ass.

“Jisoo…” was the only thing you could say, biting your lip and trying to look away when you felt a sharp pain on your butt. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your mouth.

“Answer me, princess. Why should we lock the door?” he asked rubbing the cheek he had just spanked, his voice low and teasing.

“…Because the others could see…” you replied while he pulled your pants down just enough to display your clothed sex and thighs.

“See what?” he asked pressing his hard on covered by his boxers against your wetness. You moaned as he pressed harder, releasing a shaky sigh and dry humping you.

“ U-us…” you managed to say moaning at the way his cock moved against you, making your legs tremble.

“But they see us all the time, princess. They see us holding hands, talking, eating. What’s the problem?” he faked innocence, pulling his boxers down to release his cock, which hit his stomach and bobbed up and down a couple of times. He stroked it and pulled your panties down too, running his finger through your slit.  

You glared at him but you knew how much of a tease he was and that he wouldn’t just drop it.

“They’ll s-see us doing this” you said through gritted teeth.

“Doing. What.” he asked again rubbing the tip of his cock against your clit, leaving a trail of precum. You moaned louder feeling a wave of pleasure but couldn’t say anything coherent.

“Are they going to see you getting fucked, princess?” he asked holding your hips and grinding hard. You could only nod. He seemed to get that you were in no condition to speak and he didn’t have much time left so he went back to kissing you and moving his pelvis against yours moaning heavenly. You whined when his lips suddenly left yours and he turned you around. You managed to press your hands against something to avoid losing your balance…. Was it glass? When you opened your eyes you saw your own reflection. A mirror. You saw Joshua’s eyes looking at you through the mirror, the tip of his cock pushing against your entrance.

“W-we really should lock the d-do-aah” you tried one last time but he slid his cock deep in you, his grip on your hips pulling you closer.

“I thought you wanted to show them how it’s done” he teased you, trying to push his length impossibly deeper while you moaned even louder. “Don’t you want to put on a good show for them?” he asked before pulling almost all the way out and slamming into you again. You whimpered and closed your eyes when he started fucking you fast and hard as you both knew you didn’t have time to waste. “Open your eyes” he commanded and you did just that finding the hottest view ever: his mouth slightly open, his eyebrows furrowed and sweat on his forehead.

“Who is fucking you good, Y/N?” he asked.

“Y-you” you sobbed, feeling your orgasm building up.

“I can’t hear you, princess. Who. Is. Making you. Feel. This good?” he asked marking every word with a sharp thrust.

“YOU-Only you make m-me ooh… f-feel like thi-aaAAH!” you managed to say before he fucked you so hard and fast you would have fallen if he hadn’t been holding your hips, his eyes rolling back in pleasure, both of you moaning loudly, forgetting completely where you were.

“J-Jisoo! I’m almost-“ your words were followed by a silent scream as you felt your orgasm taking over your body, your boyfriend cumming inside of you while breathing heavily at the same time you heard someone else’s voice.

“I’m telling you I’m not wearing this shirt. It makes me look like a-aaaAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed Seungkwan from the door looking at you two before closing it quickly again.

“WHAT? WHAT HAPPENED?” asked S.coups from the other side of the door.

“NOTHING. THIS SHIRT IS FINE. THIS SHIRT IS PERFECT” Seungkwan yelled nervously.

You two looked at each other and Joshua quickly pulled out but your legs couldn’t handle it and you almost fell, Joshua held you quickly with one arm, the other arm pressed against the mirror.

“Just let me get my- No. Nope. I’m out“ Woozi said opening the door and leaving immediately but before he could close it Hoshi rushed in and screamed even louder than Seungkwan, followed by Jun, who turned back to Minghao, who mumbled something in Chinese and gave him money again. Soon everyone was in the room while you tried to put your clothes back on, blushing like crazy.

“A mirror? That’s kinky as fuck!” Vernon said laughing to which Jeonghan gasped, hitting his arm and telling him that a baby shouldn’t be speaking like that.

“Watching anime really made you a pervert” complained Seungkwan fanning himself with his own hand and glaring at Joshua.

“I watch anime sometimes and I’m just fine!” yelled Vernon.

“Yeah, right. Define fine” said Dino.

“DINO WHEN DID YOU GET IN?! YOU CAN’T BE HERE!” yelled Jeonghan pushing him to the corridor and then glaring at S.coups while saying “YOU ARE A TERRIBLE FATHER.”

“HOW IS THIS MY FAULT?!”

and when you start to feel the rush

Summary: dan’s never had sex with a boy and he wonders what it’s like.  phil says that he can show him. (literally just 2009 first time porn with minimal plot)

Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: smut (blowjob, butt sex ya know the whole deal), swearing

A/N: i literally haven’t written in almost two months but for some reason i felt possessed to write practically 6k words of porn in two days so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ who even knows at this point tbh (title from Heaven in Hiding by Halsey)

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Dan had never really been so sure about liking boys.  Sure, he had identified as bisexual for a few years now and he liked the way that felt.  It certainly seemed like a label that fit when he thought about all the cute boys he saw in movies and a couple that he had brief crushes on over the years.  But more often than not it seemed like the other boys his age were too brash and loud.  And yeah, most of the time he was like that, because after all, he was young too.  They were all just trying to figure things out and they would probably calm down with age.  

Nevertheless, this made Dan feel like he would never actually like a boy enough to want to date one.  He wanted someone that he could have an emotional connection with too, not just something physical like all the boys he met at parties seemed to want.

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Morning Breakfast (Jason Todd x Reader)

Prompts: 25) “i want you to ride me.” 36) “ride my face.” 38) “stick that pretty ass up for me.”

A/N: I’ve been DYING to write this one too, thank you anon for requesting this!!!

WARNINGS: SMOOT, DIRTY SMOOTY SMOOT.

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You woke up to the sound of Jason’s soft snores. You slowly opened your eyes, adjusting them to the light shining through the window blinds and turned your naked body over. Jason was sound asleep in your bed, his naked chest rising peacefully. You scooted over and ran your hand over his smooth chest down to his abs.

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Put That Body On Me

pairing: daveed diggs x reader 

request: none, i’m just thirsty for diggs like the rest of the world

summary: reader’s goes out to the bar with her friends after a long day and she catches daveed’s eye

warnings: NSFW, smut, swearing obviously, alcohol

words: 3076

a/n: so this is 100% inspired by ed sheeran’s shape of you, that got me in the mood for my first smut fic. i need to thank @diggs4life a million times for being such a great help, and i hope you enjoy!


To say it had been a long day would be an understatement. When you woke up, you had a stable job and a boyfriend, but by the end of the night you had neither of those things. Sure, it was just an office job, but it was a way to make ends meet, and you didn’t know yet what losing it meant for you.

Since before you were in college, you’d had a job and it was part of what kept you sane in day to day life. Your company apparently thought you were replaceable though, so they did exactly what you feared most: replaced you with a younger face with fresh ideas. And your boyfriend? He did the exact same thing.

So yeah, your day had been long and you couldn’t wait for it to be over, but your friends had other ideas for the night. Five minutes after you told them about your day, your front door was flung open and three of your best friends made their presence known.

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Poker Face?

Reggie x Reader 

Warnings: SMUTTY like no joke, if you don’t like sexy time, don’t read!!!

Requested: Can you write a Reggie x reader where they’re dating and they  play strip poker (smut)

A/N: I’ve never played poker before, so I don’t really know how the game works I’ve read about it online to get the jist of it so I’m pretty much just guessing. 

Originally posted by zachdempsey

Friday Nights alone with Reggie Mantle were often the highlights of my week. It was always after the game that he would take me back to my place for a movie night, or something along those lines. My parents work night shifts so they don’t mind Reggie coming over to keep me company. 

Tonight was no different, we were celebrating a big win for the end of season game. I ran onto the pitch along side other students, and into the arms of Reggie. Other players ran past smacking him on the shoulders congratulating him on the game. He picks me up by the waist as I jump towards him and I nuzzle my face into his neck. Still holding his helmet in one hand he tightens his arms around me and lifts me further into the air with excitement. “Congrats,now how do we celebrate?” I enchant towards the caramel skinned boy in front of me. I reach up and place a kiss on his lips softly. I hear the other team mates whistling and cheering some chanting about Reggie being ‘whipped’. I just laugh and pull away. 

“There’s a party at Thorn-Hill tonight, everyone who’s anyone is going to be there, so your presence would be highly appreciated” Cheryl Bombshell added into the mix, turning towards me, giving me that sickly sweet smile of hers. “Actually y/n and I have plans tonight, right?” Reggie says looking towards me with wide eyes. I nod my head towards Cheryl directing my eyeline towards her “Right” and just like that I was whisked away, by the boy still wearing his football uniform. 


We get back to my place, and I realise this was going to be no different from our other Friday nights. “Why didn’t you want to go to the party,Reg?” I ask politely getting my keys out to unlock the door. The streets were dark and silent. It seemed as though the entire town had escaped to Thorn-Hill for the night and we were the only two people left gallivanting the streets. “I had something in my mind that I wanted to try out, and I didn’t think you would wanna play in front of bunch of people at Cheryl Blossom’s Mansion”Reggie replies with a sly grin contouring his face. His fingers fiddle with the end of my shirt as I unlock the door, pushing it open, I turn around to face him with a confused yet amused look on my face. “play?” I mutter and stumble slightly into the doorway of my own home. 

I walk into the living room and Reggie heads towards the bathroom,carrying his bag, presumably to change. He returns a few moments later wearing a pair of sweats, a t-shirt and a baseball cap, holding a deck of cards in his hands. He brings it up and waves it a little a smug smile plastered on his face. I look between him and the cards and tilt my head in confusion. “Strip poker” he states abruptly. I go wide eyed and stand up from my place on the sofa and walk towards him with a sultry  stare. “so this is what you meant  by play?” I ask lightly biting my lip, it didn’t go un-noticed.  

“Okay then” I nod and move the coffee table into the middle of the room, grabbing a couple of cushions for us each to sit on, either side of the table. He throws his jersey at me and I look at him blankly. “Just in-case you need the extra layer” he teases. “and what makes you think I’m gonna be the one needing the extra layer?” I whisper gently in his ear removing my shirt in front of his eyes and replacing it with his football jersey. He takes in a noticeable gulp before sitting down at the table,shuffling the cards. 


Many Items of clothes removed later, I was left in the Jersey and my underwear and Reggie was sat there in his boxers (Oh and his socks, we can’t forget his socks) “Your poker face really is awful Reggie Mantle” I state calling him out only to antagonise him more. To be truthful, Reggie hating losing, and he hating losing to me even more. He knew it would be something I would hold against him for weeks. I look at the cards in my hand and realise my shirt is probably coming next “turn” Reggie mumbles in concentration. He places his cards down to show, three queens and two tens, an otherwise perfect set. I shamefully place down my cards consisting of a jack, ten,four, six, and and an ace, he royally kicked my butt in this round. He looks at me with a smug expression. His tongue sticking out of his mouth. I clap my hands at his deal and stand up ready to take off the jersey but am stopped by a pair of hands reaching for mine.He pulls me round to his side of the table and tugs me down so I’m sitting in his lap. 

“Don’t take the Jersey off just yet, It looks good on you” He whispers brushing the hair out of my face. bringing his lips to meet mine. I lean forwards and instantly tangle my hands into his black hair.Tugging at the roots towards the back of his head. His hot plump lips meshed with mine,in sync moving in and out of rhythm.     

His hands reached down to my legs where he lifted me up and placed me down so I was straddling his waist. His rough calloused fingers ran up my legs and placed themselves on my hips where he held me still. He leaned back so he was leaning against the couch more comfortably and brought his lips back to mine deeply. The kisses were hard and fast and at times sloppy, but that was just the way I liked it. I gasped suddenly as I was picked up,Reggie standing to sit himself down on the couch rather than the floor, bringing me to sit straddling him once more. His lips move to my neck leaving hot open mouthed kisses on the skin. Leaving a trail down where he meets my jawline sucking on the delicate skin, making me gasp for air. 

His hands lift up the Jersey at either side of my hips where he holds the curves and pushes them forwards,encouraging me to rock my hips gently. I do so earning a satisfied groan fall from Reggie’s lips. I place my hands on his naked shoulders and lean in for another kiss, my mouth already thirsty for more attention. As our lips join again, I roll my hips once again a little harder to meet his and continue the action gaining more gasps and breathy reactions from the pair of us. 

The sloppy kisses and building friction between us was more of a celebration than any after party could ever master. Reggie swiftly flipped us so I was laying on my back on the couch, him above me,breathing heavily, a thin layer of sweat had built up from our actions. Not to mention he was already sweaty from the game. 

He raises the shirt up so it’s just above my belly button and kisses his way from under my chest to my pantie line. His eyes look up through his thick dark eyelashes to meet mine as his cold fingers loop themselves into my panties, I nod slowly and he places another kiss on each hip bone before pulling my panties down my legs and onto the floor beside us. He settles in between my legs again and wraps each leg over his shoulder, his strong hands holding onto the tops of my legs. “You okay beautiful?” he asks quietly and i sigh contently nodding my head,he doesn’t even have to do anything and I’m putty in his hands. “So much better than Thorn-Hill” he mutters more to himself as his face disappears in between my legs. 

His tongue swirls over the budding bundle of nerves,and he presses light kisses on it just to be a tease, before taking it in his mouth and sucking on it, I let out a gasp and my hands go straight for his hair, his locks damp from the sweat raised from both the game and our activities. One of his hands moves itself from its place on my hip and and follows his mouth down to where I needed him the most right now, His finger lightly teased my entrance before sliding all the way in and stilling. I let out a short gasp of his name when he began sliding his middle finger in and out, occasionally swirling it around. His mouth still proceeded too press kisses to my clit, adding to the knot tightening in my stomach. My grip in his hair becoming tighter as he moves his hand faster. 

“Reggie” I gasp getting his attention, his face comes up and I gesture for him to bring his face up to meet mine. His fingers still working inside of me, Reggie comes closer to me, pressing his lips hard against mine, I wrap my arms around the back of his shoulders holding him in hug. My back arches and I moan the knot tightening to the point of release. I pull his arm away from me and he looks at me with both confusion and concern. Only to be replaced by a smirk  when my dainty fingers reached for his boxers. I pulled them down as far I could get them being underneath him. His shaft hit his stomach, I took it in my hands gently and slid my hands down it a couple of times before directing towards my entrance. 

He took matters into his own hands, pulling my legs towards himself, I let out a shriek of excitement, he leaned down and kissed me softly, I felt him sliding in, stretching myself out I gasped for air once he had fully pushed all the way in. Many of the boys always made jokes about mine and Reggie’s sex life, saying things like how ‘he’s an animal’ and ‘he must tear you apart in the bedroom’ and when occasionally that can be true, for the most part. Reggie preferred  to make love, he liked taking it slow making it raw and passionate, that was just one of the things I loved about him. 

One of my hands wrapped around his bicep while the other went straight for his hair. Reggie placed both hands on my hips and gently rocked his hips back and forth setting a rhythm that was pleasing for the both of us. He groans out my name into the crook of my neck and scatters a few kisses in the area. I feel the knot tightening again and becoming loose as my release is coming on. I can tell Reggie is getting close due to the breathy-ness and his tired limbs. with a few more hard fast thrusts Reggie moans into my ear, his movements becoming slopping, my stomach tightens and I feel the knot untie a sense of relief washes over my body. 

Reggie collapses on top of me, pushing my fowards so he can slide in lay behind me on the couch. He presses a kiss under my ear and pulls the jersey down so its covering me up. 

“Well that’s one way to celebrate a football” Reggie smiles and I shake my head laughing and lean up to kiss him  again. 


I’M GOING TO HELL.  

Pictures of Love (Peter Parker)

Originally posted by tomhollandhollaatme

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: None

Summary: Peter and Y/N have been friends since they were children and as kids, used to childishly flirt with one another all the time until one day, Peter stopped and so did Y/n. Y/N doesn’t realize it until one day looking through old home movies with Aunt May.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: This is just a fluffy little fic I thought up. I hope you like it!

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“Aw, May! I can’t believe you found these!” You cried as you held the old VHS tapes in your hands, each one labeled with a different point in Peter’s life, some titles including your own name. “We have to watch some of these.”

“I was thinking since you’re staying over, you, Peter and I could watch the ones you’re in. You know, reminisce​ in the old days.”

“May, I would love that." You replied, running your finger along the edge on the tapes, bringing back memories of Peter’s aunt and uncle running around with the camera following you two. "Peter! Hurry up, you slow poke!”

“Okay, okay! I’m coming! Jeez, Y/n, you can’t rush perfection.” Peter stated, waltzing into the room with a bowl of popcorn in hand.

He set the bowl down in front of you and May, who quickly took pieces of the snack as if they’d waited an eternity to eat.

“So much for perfection,” You said. “it’s a little too salty.”

May laughed. “Agreed. Now, Y/n, would you like to do the honors and pick out a video?”

“Gladly!” You chirped, leaning forward and finding a tape that caught your eye when you looked through them earlier.

You picked out the tape marked “Peter and Y/n at the park, age 4” and rose from your seat to put the tape into the player before sitting back down, leaning into Peter, who wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close.

“Mr. Ben!” Your little voice rang from the tv speakers as your childish grin appeared on the screen. “Watch me do a sumsault!”

Ben’s laughter erupted from the speaker as he focused the camera to show your whole body. “It’s called a somersault, honey. But, I’m watching you, okay?”

“Okay!” You cried before you got down in the grass and did a somersault. “Mr. Ben, where’s Peter?”

The camera changed focus from you to the surrounding areas, in search of little Peter. It finally found him sitting in a patch of grass surrounded by flowers as he picked a bright purple one.

Peter rose from his spot on the ground, the flower in his little grip as he carefully walked around the other flowers and towards you.

The camera then followed Peter on his walk from the patch he sat in to you while you sat in the grass, watching him approach you.

Peter threw his arm before him, pushing the flower into your face.

“Pretty!” you said cheerfully as Peter waddled uncomfortably.

“It’s for you!” Little Peter cried, pushing the flower into your face further.

You plucked the flower from his hand and gave him a confused look as he giggled.

“I’ll get you more!” He shouted before running off as you looked into the camera before the picture cut out.

“Aw!” May squealed. “You two were so cute!”

“I’m pretty sure Y/n was cuter.” Peter stated, smiling over at you.

You rolled your eyes playfully as you released yourself from his hold and changed the tape. Your heart swelled as your mind replayed Peter’s compliment and his gift giving in the video.

You had always has a crush on Peter, even back then when you didn’t really know what a crush was, or how one would show that they had one.

And Peter, well, Peter had a crush on you too. He always had. Even when you hesitated to accept his flowers or the compliments he’d throw your way. Even as children, he was head over heels for his best friend.

“I was such a dork. I know I was literally four, but man, I was a little weirdo.”

You had to admit, Peter with his little flowers was the cutest thing you’d seen in a long time. You thought it was sweet that he had tried to impress your little self with plants.

It was undeniable, from the very start, it seemed as though you and Peter were made for one another.

But, it seemed like all a cruel joke to you since Peter always seemed to be thinking about your friend, Liz. Always a boy with his head in the clouds as he talked to Ned about the girl he thought was beautiful.

“Peter!” You little voice called out for your best friend.

“What, bug?! I’m standing right next to you!”

You and Peter were about six years old, in costumes of your favorite super heroes. You, being Captain America and Peter being Iron Man.

You laughed as you watched the two of you on the tv screen before you glanced over at Peter, who’s arm was up around your shoulders again as he chuckled at the sight of you two.

“Peter, why do you call Y/n bug?” May’ s voice came through the speakers, dripping of kindness as sweet as honey while Ben focused the camera on Peter.

“Be-because Y/n l-likes lady bugs and she likes pretty flowers and s-she is my best friend! A-and she’s pretty like lady bugs and you, Aunt May!” Peter stammered as he spit out the thought out explanation, like it was a secret he didn’t want to tell.

It was then that you made a small squeaking sound and threw your arm’s around Peter’s neck, catching the little boy off guard.

“Thank you, Peter!” You cried out shaking the boy as you hugged him and placed a kiss on his cheek with a quiet smack.

Peter let out an audible gasp before pushing you away from him.

“Bug! That’s gross! You have cooties!” Peter cried out, wiping off the wet spot on his face as May scolded him for being rude.

That’s when the screen went out before it showed you and Peter tucked in Peter’s bed, holding one another as you slept soundly with light snores echoing the room. The screen went black once again.

You looked over at Aunt May, who had fallen asleep on the edge of the couch as you gazed up at Peter, your arm draped over his waist and his arm around yours. You didn’t hesitate as you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Peter tensed as he froze for a moment. His cheeks heated up as he bit back a smile before looking at you.

“I would yell that you have cooties, but I’ll refrain from doing so.” He whispered into your ear.

The close proximity of Peter’s warm breath on your cold neck and his words set your skin on fire as you playfully pushed him in an attempt to ease the tension you felt.

“Just go put another tape in.” You muttered.

“As you wish.” Peter replied before he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek and got up from next to you.

Peter, in all the time you’d been friends, had never kissed you on the cheek. Nor, had he ever crossed the line between platonic action and romantic difference.

It was an odd and new sensation you felt giddy about.

Yes, you had been kissed on the cheek by other boys, but it hadn’t felt the same as Peter’s kiss had. It was different, new and it made you feel as though you were on cloud nine.

Peter plopped down on the seat next to you as you changed position and laid your legs on him as you leaned back on the arm of the chair. Peter ran his fingers along the lining of your pajama pants as the screen came to life.

“Here, bug!” Little Peter cried, holding a ring pop out to your six year old self.

“A ring pop?! Thank you, Peter!”

You took the ring pop from him and placed it on your ring finger, admiring the blue candy jewel that sat on yellow plastic.

“We’re married now!” Peter hollered before looking at the camera. “That was an epic wedding, right, Uncle Ben?”

“The most epic, Peter.” Ben chuckled. “But Y/n is supposed to know when you’re going to be married. You have to ask if she wants to be.”

Peter then turned to you and smiled before speaking up. “Bug, do you wanna be married to me?”

You titled your head in confusion as you tugged at your “Save Ferris” t shirt.

“What does that mean, Peter?”

“What does what mean? Married?”

“Yeah!”

Peter looked at the camera, or the man behind the camera in an unsure manner before he let his eyes gaze back at you.

“Well, i-it it means th-that we share out candy and then w-we hold hands when it’s c-cold!”

“Then, I wanna be married!” You announced before you threw your arms around him and hugged him tight.

The camera went out before it unleashed a picture of you and Peter in your playhouse.

“What are you guys doing?” It was May behind the camera now as she bent down and watched you two play.

“We’re playing house!” You announced, your ring pop no longer had a jewel on it, but a bit of a slobbering mess.

“Uh huh!” Peter agreed. “Bug is the mommy and I’m the daddy.”

“And these are our babies.” You held up two of your dolls. “Nikin and Luke!”

“It’s Anakin, bug.” Peter corrected. “I named them, Aunt May.”

“Yeah, Ms. May, Peter named them after the guys in Star Wars.”

“It was better than the names bug wanted.” Peter added.

“What did you want to name them, sweetie?” May asked you.

“Ferris and Ducky! Like those people in the movies my mom and I watch.” You explained. “But, I let Peter name the babies cause I like him. But it’s a secret Ms. May, so shh.”

You pressed a finger to your lips as you shushed May.

“I can hear you, bug.” Peter said, not looking up from the play kitchen.

“No you can’t!” You snapped. “Cause I didn’t say anything!”

Then the screen went out and the tape was over.

You took a glance at the clock and then at Peter before you rose from your seat.

“We should probably go to bed. It’s late.” You stated as you turned on your heel and started to walk to Peter’s room.

“I’ll meet you in the room. I’ve got to get Aunt May to bed.”

You signed as you closed the door behind you and leaned up against it. Your mind was going crazy with all the memories of you and Peter and all the feelings you’ve felt for him being recorded in home videos.

It wasn’t until now that you realized Peter has feelings for you when you were kids, but there was no way he liked you now. Every time Peter’s eyes started to wander the lunch room, they weren’t looking for you, they were looking at your friend, Liz.

You took a seat on the bed as Peter walked in, his camera in hand.

“What’s with the camera?” You asked.

“I thought we could add some new memories to the home movies.”

“So you want to video tape me going to bed?” You asked, the camera capturing the confused look on your face.

“No, there was something else I wanted to tape.” Peter said. “Do you want to go out with me?”

“What? Are you messing with me?”

“Um, no? Bug, I love you. I always have. I just want you to know that and I want you to be my girlfriend because you’ve always been there for me from the start.”

“Oh, Peter. Of course I’ll go out with you.” You stated as Peter turned the camera tho face him.

You got up and stood before him as he positioned the camera to face the two of you. You looked into the lens. “You probably don’t want to see this.” You said before covering the lens with your hand and kissing Peter with as much passion as he had when he picked that people flower so long ago.

hey um this is a random long caption. I really appreciate you all. The fact you take time to tell me about your day or how you feel or your opinion on something I ask is just nice and sweet and I know it’s small but like just speaking to me is cool even if it’s not direct. Yeah so Um I’ve been feeling weird. I’m not sure why, well I know why but idk. I know this has been emphasized time and time again but I don’t think it hurts to emphasize it again. I mean maybe it does it’s probably annoying but hey that’s me right. You know I do these over the top colorful looks and am overly bubbly sometimes it may seem but um it’s not always like that. I’m not always an angel, I can lie, I can breakdown, Im insecure, I can misinterpret things, sometimes I won’t listen.. and so on. But i try really try to be a better me and try hard to do whatever I want when it comes to what will make me feel good and not worry about outside opinions ya know (doesn’t work at times but a lot of times it can). So however you want to express yourself it’s okay. Something someone says about you or a friend or your dog isn’t about that specific thing, it’s about them and their own view of the world and how things should be. And we’re all different so we’re all gonna have different outlooks. What they think you should do may not be what you think you should do about a situation or what to wear to an event or the best way to approach that person you like.. etc. idk this really doesn’t have a point and I’m just typing as I think but.. remember ppl look through different eyes and remember to look through your own and find what works best for you and it could be wearing a yellow wig, over lining your lips, investing in equipment to efficiently stream you playing your favorite games, or entering a spoken word contest even tho you’ve only written one poem before. Idk we’re only here for a short period of time and I just want you to do and be whatever makes you smile a little bit or lose yourself in. But yeah thank you for always being kind to me and sharing that kindness and love with others as well. seriously love you all

Memoirs of the Broken People

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Pairing: JaehyunX Reader

Genre: Soulmate Au/Angst/Fluff/Historical

Word Count: 9k

Summary: History used to be your favorite class of the day. Used to. But that was before the visions, the lashing out and the incredible, undeniable heartache that erupted every day. History was Jaehyun’s least favorite class too. 

Author’s note: Goddamn, where have I been? IT’S BEEN FOREVER! How are all of you? I’m back from hell and better than ever! Jkjk, anyways, I’ve been super obsessed with NCT lately, especially Taeyong, so ironically I write about Jaehyun apparently??? Anyways! Requests are open still, but I can’t promise I’ll get it done super fast since I’m on vacation. Anywho, Enjoy this piece of shit I just wrote!

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You’re Not My Brother

WORD COUNT:  2153

CHARACTERS: Reader, Dean, Sam, John, Sonny, Robin, Bobby.

PAIRING: Dean x Sister!Reader, Dean x Robin, Sam x Sister!Reader, John x daughter!reader.

WARNINGS: a little anglty, very slight child abuse, the reader is a little mean to Dean at the end, John being a bad parent.

A/N: This fic takes place in 9.07 ‘Bad Boys’. Feedback is gladly welcome. Hope you enjoy this and thank you for reading.


The loud groan of the Impala was heard outside the motel room. Sam and you got up from the couch to receive Dean and John and, as always, to offer them whatever they could need after the rough hunt.

The door cracked opened, John entered the room and closed it behind him.

You looked over at the door, waiting for it to open and show you your brother. Sam’s worried look was on your back, he was as quiet as you. You knew he was thinking the same as you, Dean had been killed.

You watched as John sat on one of the beds of the room and took his boots off. After he saw none of you had said a word he lifted up his head, analyzing you.

“Aren’t any of you asking me if there’s something I need?” Sam and you exchanged a look as John asked the question. You smiled at your little brother, trying to tell him everything was going to be okay. You were the oldest right now and that’s what you were supposed to do, keep him calm, at least, that’s what Dean would do.

“Where’s Dean?” you shyly asked.

John ignored you and proceeded talking “I’ve told you that whenever I come after a hunt you have to satisfy my needs… haven’t I?”

“Yes, sir.” Sam responded hesitantly.

John nodded at Sam and dropped his sight on you. “I asked you a question, Y/N.”

“I asked you a question too, Dad.” you said as you lifted your chin and straightened your posture.

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