for two people who have been at each other's throats for two seasons

anonymous asked:

Clarke has grown to think of Bellamy as a brother, nothing more. That's apparent right now. Who knows what will happen in s5? And although Eliza may be against it now... that too may change going into another season.

Apparent to whom, exactly?

Was she thinking of him as a brother when he had his arm on her shoulder and his body right next to hers, speaking into her ear?

Was she thinking of him like a brother when they were flirting on Unity Day?

Was she thinking of him as a brother when she buried her head in his shoulder every damn time they hugged?

I mean, really? Does any of that look like something you’d see a sister do with her brother? Even the lengths of the hugs themselves say that she doesn’t think of him like a brother. Because they go on for. fucking. ever. Watch those scenes again. When’s the last time you’ve hugged your brother or seen someone hug their brother for that long? Pulling them closer all the while?

And, really, what is the basis for the “Clarke thinks of Bellamy like a brother” / ”Bellarke thinks of each other in a platonic way only” line of thinking anyway?

It can’t be that they never show physical affection to the other, because they do that all. the. damn. time. 

It can’t be that neither have said the words, because while they haven’t said the elusive “I love you”, they’ve spelled it out in countless other ways. And on Clarke’s end (because that’s the basis of this ask), Clarke has only said the words to her previous partners when they’re on their death bed or literally on the other side. And yet people had no trouble believing Clarke was in love with Finn or Lexa.

It can’t be that they haven’t had any romantic moments, because they have. They’ve just been extremely subtle, given that their relationship has also been subtle.

Because, here’s the thing: the show has been paralleling Bellarke to the canon romances of the show from the very beginning.

Clarke comforting Finn after he kills a reaper?

Looks pretty damn similar to Bellamy reaching for Clarke after torturing Lincoln to save Finn.

Clarke running to and then hugging Finn when she finds out he’s not dead?

Looks nearly identical to Clarke running to and then hugging Bellamy when she finds out he’s not dead.

Abby comforting Kane after the City of Light is destroyed when he’s distraught over everything he did?

Looks similar to Clarke comforting Bellamy when he’s distraught over everything that he helped cause in Arkadia.

Abby kissing Kane’s cheek?

Looks similar to Clarke kissing Bellamy’s cheek.

Lincoln caressing Octavia’s face?

Looks a lot like Bellamy caressing Clarke’s face.

Octavia cleaning Lincoln’s wound and holding his hand?

Looks very similar to Clarke looking at Bellamy’s wound and holding his hand.

Hell, the entire Bellarke goodbye in 2.16 is a giant ass parallel to the Linctavia goodbye in 1.10.

Clarke wrapping Lexa’s hand?

Is shot in the exact same way as Bellamy wrapping Clarke’s.

Clarke showing worry when Roan has a spear pointed directly at Lexa’s heart?

Is shot in nearly the exact same way as Clarke showing worry when Roan has a sword pointed directly at Bellamy’s throat.

(And these aren’t even all of the examples–not by a long shot!)

So, here’s my point: if the Clexa scenes, and the Kabby scenes, and the Flarke scenes, and the Linctavia scenes are meant to be read as romantic, why wouldn’t the very nearly identical Bellarke scenes be meant to read as romantic or on-the-verge-of-romantic or definitely-more-than-just-friendship?

Because they haven’t banged yet? That would make 98% of the Clexa scenes not romantic and ~70% of the Kabby scenes not romantic.

Because they haven’t declared their love? That would make all but one of the Clexa scenes and Flarke scenes not romantic, all of the Kabby scenes not romantic, and nearly every single Linctavia scene would not be romantic!

Who knows what will happen in season 5? Hell, who knows what will happen in the second half of season 4! Bellamy and Clarke are very quickly verging on the path toward romance.

And, as for Eliza, she most definitely isn’t against Bellarke. Yes, I’m sure she’s a bit sick of the media (and a portion of the Bellarke fanbase) being so Bellarke focused and not focusing on the current storylines.

The way Eliza has handled Bellarke has been exactly as expected for a storyline that hasn’t quite broken. She has been completely supportive of the relationship as it stands on the screen right now: two people who are each other’s rocks, who center each other and support each other and care very deeply about each other.

Of course she isn’t shouting from rooftops about Bellarke! Actors only do that for two reasons: it’s the ship currently happening (like how Ricky was all during Linctavia, or how Paige and Ian have been with Kabby and how Chris has been with Marper…and how Eliza and Thomas were all during Flarke and how Eliza and Alycia were all during Clexa and how Eliza still is while Clarke is still in mourning) or when it’s never gonna happen and they’re trolling (like Bob and Richard have done for Murphamy). It is the actors’ job to promote the show and the story being told, but they’re also allowed to have fun and joke around with things they know won’t give away future storylines.

The second the episode drops where there is 100% Confirmed Facebook-Official Bellarke Romance™ you bet your ass you’ll see Eliza (and Bob) be completely on board.

(Like I legit can’t tell if you’re a Bellarke shipper who honestly believes Clarke thinks of him like a sibling but think maybe in S5 that’ll change, or if you’re anti-Bellarke but acknowledge that the show might go there but hasn’t gone there yet…either way, sorry for this long ass rant. I had feelings.)

siriustblack  asked:

57 + andreil?

from this list of prompts - please don’t send more!

The first time Neil meets Andrew, there isn’t any intention behind it. Or rather, there’s no intent to go out and meet new people. Neil doesn’t intend to catch someone’s eye and share a joke from across a room. And he definitely doesn’t intend to be rescued from his own drunk self by the same stranger.

Matt seems kind of alarmed to see Neil with a stranger - probably because Neil openly resisted getting to know Matt, the least threatening person in the world, probably, and now he’s in a decidedly angry-looking stranger’s lap on a curb. “Neil, I left you alone for five minutes, how did you make everything go wrong in that time?”

Neil doesn’t groan. He doesn’t. “Bad luck follows me?”

The blonde guy doesn’t laugh. Neil’s not sure he said anything. Neil really doesn’t know why he’s the one to follow Neil out of the bar when the world started spinning.

Matt laughs, a little. “Not entirely unlucky. You’ve made a friend?” Neil’s sure he’s sizing the other guy up, making sure he has no untoward intentions with Neil, but he doesn’t see it. All he sees is cement and surprisingly nice shoes (not his own). 

“Andrew,” the guy offers, not unkindly. In fact, there’s not much of anything in his tone.

“Right,” Matt says, sounding somehow unsure. “Well, thanks for helping Neil. He’s kind of a danger magnet. I should, uh, get him back home.” Matt’s voice is hesitant, and even through the fog in Neil’s mind, he knows why.

“It’s Dan’s night,” he protests weakly. “Go back in. I’m fine.”

“Neil,” Matt says, and his voice is as hard as it always gets when Neil lies. “You freak out when I pat your shoulder and you’re in this guy’s lap. Can you even stand up? Don’t- don’t try it, man.”

Neil tries it. The world shakes, and he ends up back in Andrew’s lap, with only the addition of a hand on his back that might be for stability or maybe just for ease. Andrew seems nonplussed by all of these events. Any other time, Neil would be full of questions for Andrew. Any less drunk, and he’d ask them. Maybe it’s good you met this way, some self-preservation instinct suggests, but Neil isn’t sure this state is good for anything.

“Dan won’t mind,” Matt says, and Neil knows he’s right. “It’s part of parenthood, eh?”

So Matt starts to pull Neil up, and wraps an arm securely around his waist despite the height difference. 

Neil was never really taught manners, but something sticks out anyway. He looks at Andrew with all the focus he can muster, trying to commit his face to memory, and says, “Thank you,” carefully. Andrew doesn’t respond, or maybe Neil just doesn’t notice, and then he’s gone.

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Hugh Dancy, the P word & love in Hannibal

Okay, so I’ve had a couple of days to mull this over and I’ve come to a few conclusions that I’ll share here if you’ll bear with me.

First of all, we all know that it’s absolutely canon that Hannibal is in love with Will. Bryan has said so, Mads has said so… dogs on the street have howled it loud and long. So I’m not going to go into that here.

But what about Will? Is he canonically in love with Hannibal? YES! Apart from the fact that it’s demonstrably obvious from at least partway through Season 2 that Will is falling HARD for the great conversationalist with the nice suits and hair and the great kitchen (thank you, Hugh), Bryan AND Hugh are both on record as having said it.

But then why does Hugh keep using the P word to describe Will and Hannibal’s love? Well, based on past interviews I would say that Hugh doesn’t mean platonic as in non-romantic. That would make no sense at all, given the many, many comments that have been made to the contrary. I think that what he, Bryan and Mads are trying to say is that Hannibal and Will’s love  - up to the end of Season 3 - is so deep, so true, it’s almost BEYOND sexual. That isn’t to say it will never BECOME sexual and certainly the events at the end of TWotL point towards it evolving in that direction. But sex is incidental to the bond these two share. There almost seems to be the sense that categorising their relationship as sexual would trivialise it. Mads has referred to Hannibal feeling that Will is his ‘soulmate’ - a state that transcends sexuality. And Bryan has used similar language when describing the relationship.

Hugh also seemed to cause a bit of consternation by suggesting that Will isn’t the killer that Hannibal thinks he is. Well, I agree with him. Yes, Hannibal KNOWS and SEES Will - his empathy and his POTENTIAL as a killer. But WIll ISN’T the killer Hannibal is. They are ‘identically different’, not ‘identically identical’. Interestingly, both Mads and Hugh have described Will and Hannibal as ‘two sides of the same coin’ - being different in certain ways, they are essentially still one. And I think it’s perfectly possible for Hannibal to SEE Will and still misinterpret certain facets of his character. When it comes to Will Graham, Hannibal is, as Mads has said, ‘blinded by love’. He sees what he wants to see - just as Will does in Season 1.

For those of you asking about his marriage comment, that was made in reference to Will and Molly. Hugh never imagined them having a full-on wedding - he thinks it would have been a registry office do.

The other thing that unsettled people was the revelation that Will only realises late in Season 3 that Hannibal loves him (and that he loves Hannibal), primarily because Will ‘never thought of Hannibal as being capable of love’ and had put love ‘on a kind of pedestal’ as a ‘more perfect thing’. Will’s ‘Is Hannibal in love with me?’ question to Bedelia leads to the revelation not only that yes, Hannibal IS capable of feeling love, but also that what Will feels for Hannibal is also love. This appalls him - he sees it as ‘dirty and awful’ because of the terrible things that Hannibal has done and the terrible person that he is. Well, seriously, we can’t argue with that, can we? Hannibal, by anyone’s standards, IS a terrible person: his response to Bella’s dying wish is to toss a coin; his reaction to his boy’s betrayal is to cut the throat of their murder daughter. But he’s also terribly charming and he’s played by Mads Mikkelsen, so we love him anyway. Surely Will, though, can be forgiven for not jumping up and down in glee at the realisation that all these complicated feelings he’s had stewing inside him for years boil down to him being TRULY, MADLY, DEEPLY IN LOVE with a cannibalistic serial killer?!

Finally to the question of whether WIll is going to give himself over completely to the Dark Side in Season 4. The answer seems to be not permanently. Or, at least, not completely. Will wouldn’t be WIll, according to Hugh, without his empathy. So ‘Hannibal’s always going to have to fight for him’. Am I the only one who actually finds that really romantic?

Before I end this, I’d just like to say that Hugh came to his Q&A on Saturday after an absolutely exhausting morning of photo shoots and autograph signings. I was stewarding in the room where the photo shoots took place and it was relentless - hour after hour of non-stop standing, posing and smiling. He was PHENOMENAL throughout - cheerful, enthusiastic and generous. And then he had to go and do signing. And THEN he went to do the Q&A and found himself alone with the mic for an hour before Bryan, who was supposed to be doing it with him, finally appeared (because Bryan, bless him, doesn’t know the meaning of the word speed and wanted to give everyone he was signing for equal and significant attention). So, as he himself confessed, he was making a lot of what he said up on the spot. Let’s face it, it’s been years since they finished making the show and I highly doubt he sits rewatching episodes. In fact, I’m fairly certain there are some episodes he’s never even seen! I think, therefore, it’s likely that he filled in some replies with stuff he’s said in the past (eg. the chess metaphor) without thinking ‘oh, hang on, that only really applies to Season 1’, etc. So maybe we shouldn’t be too hung up on the answers he gave at RDC3.

I’ll give the last words to Hugh and Bryan - comments they’ve made over the years which serve to illustrate some of the points I’ve tried to make in this post. Thank you for reading and forgive me for rambling!

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CP bachelor AU: part 12

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11


The clouds that threatened rain earlier in the day have subsided, bunching themselves cosily near the horizon as though they’re aware that what Laurent needs more than anything else is a good sunset to serve as a backdrop. Laurent sits in the grass near the edge of the headland, looking down onto the dark sand of the beach. The water shades abruptly from turquoise to teal a few hundred metres offshore, a meandering divide that becomes less and less distinct as the sun creeps down.

Part of the reason Laurent has been so strict with the show’s budget is that he’s been determined, all along, to produce a finale that is truly spectacular. Sunsets over the ocean aren’t exactly easy to come by, on Australia’s east coast, and it’s an irony of geography that the nearest west coast belongs to another country entirely.

But that makes it better, Laurent thinks, gazing out over the vista of Te Henga. Crossing the sea. The romance of destination.

“I don’t suppose you’d be prepared to give us a hint,” says a voice from behind him.

“And spoil your authentic, on-camera emotional response?” Laurent shoots back. “Please, Jokaste.”

Jokaste steps up next to him; Laurent has to tilt his head to take her in. Her hair is braided back, one plait forming a headband and the others looped intricately into a knot at the back of her head. She’s wearing a long flowing dress of pale lavender, just a shade away from overtly bridal, and it somehow manages to accentuate the porcelain of her skin instead of calling out unpleasant pink or yellow tones. Laurent makes a note to give someone in wardrobe a bonus for that.

“You do know who he’s going to choose, don’t you?” she says.

“Of course,” Laurent lies, cool and easy.

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Kill Zone - Prologue

Characters: Reader ( Special Agent Y/N Singer), Special Agent Castiel Novak, Dean Winchester, Cindy Stevenson (OC), Ella McKenzie (OC), Agent Samuel Campbell, Agent Crowley MacLeod,    

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader (eventually)

Warnings: Blood, violence, injuries, torture (not overly graphic), murder, character deaths  

Word Count: 2000ish

A/N: This is a serial killer AU of sorts. Not the typical kind, but it has all the death and violence these kinda AU bring with it. It was sorta inspired by Criminal Minds, and that is why my agents are profilers.

This series will have deaths, violence, love, heartwarming moments and everything in between. I am hereby warning you for yet another rollercoaster ride led by me ;)

Thanks to the amazing @percywinchester27 for being my advisor and beta on this one.

Technical Terms: MO: An offender’s method of carrying out an offense


Cindy was running as if her life depended on it, because it did. The branches snapped under her bare feet. The sharp rocks dug into her skin like razors each time she fell, but every time she got back up. Blood was soaking through her shirt and jeans from the wounds where his knife had pierced her flesh. Her racing heart was pumping her blood faster through her veins, causing the blood to escape her body even faster, and making her head spin.

I don’t wanna die. I don’t wanna die.

The words repeated themselves over and over again in her mind, like a chant, as she tried to get away from her kidnapper. Her kidnapper, who had set her free. Who had instructed her to run, before slowly walking off in the opposite direction, carrying his rifle over his shoulder.

She had cried and begged for her life, screaming till her throat was sore and hoarse, but he hadn’t turned around. He hadn’t worthied her a second glance, so she had done the only thing her exhausted and befuddled mind had let her. She had ran.

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Once Upon an Allergy

The Spring Exchange fic authors have been revealed, so I can post this here now!

This was my exchange fic for @baneismydragon! I hope you enjoy(ed) it, you gave a really good prompt! Shout out to @reyxa for lending me her soulmates au where the sneezes of soulmates sync up.

Summary: "After pouring two packs of chocolate powder in each mug, she felt a sudden sensation in her sinuses thanks to the powder that remained in the air. Quickly, she put her finger below her nose, pleased when the sneeze stopped. After that, it was quick work to pour the water and stir the mix in, and just as she was about to bring them out-

She sneezed.

She stared at the mugs of hot chocolate, her eyes impossibly wide. There was no way. She had to be dreaming. She did not just hear three consecutive sneezes come from her friends in the living room.”

Or, a soulmate au where the sneezes of soulmates sync up after you meet them.


“Alright, class, we’ve got two new students joining us this semester. Please, introduce yourselves for us,” their teacher, Madame Bustier, said.

Standing in front of the rest of the class were two students, one that looked excited and fiery, and another that looked shy and awkward. To the class’ surprise, the shy one spoke first.

“Hi, my name’s Adrien, and I look forward to working with all of you in the future.” He punctuated his statement with a quick little wave and a sweet smile.

After he finished speaking, the other spoke. “I’m Alya, and I just moved nearby from across the city.”

Madame Bustier gave them both a smile and gestured for them to find their seats. Alya moved instantly, spotting an empty seat in the second row, next to a girl she’d actually ran into before school started. Adrien rubbed his arm, his eyes sweeping across the room. He saw a childhood friend of his waving for him to sit by her, but he cringed when he saw her trying to push her seatmate out for him. In the hopes of letting the poor girl keep her seat, Adrien sat as close as he could by taking the empty seat in front, next to a student that looks uninterested in what was going on.

While the two settled in, their teacher was about to continue speaking when two synchronized sneezes sounded from the back of the room. Adrien and Alya both turned to look, eyes wide at actually having a pair of soulmates in their classroom. They saw a couple sitting next to each other in the row behind Alya, both of them blushing a tiny bit as their hands intertwined.

Patient though she may be, when Adrien and Alya didn’t look away, Madame Bustier cleared her throat and brought their attention back to her. It was only then that the two noticed nobody else had turned to gawk, which could only mean they all knew already.

“I understand that soulmates are an interesting topic to talk about, let alone see in person, but we do have class to tend to, Monsieur Agreste and Mademoiselle Césaire.” With that, she turned around and started writing on the board. Adrien looked sheepish and stared down at his desk while Alya turned to the girl beside her and started whispering.

“So girl, mind spilling the beans on those two behind us?” she asked, not quiet enough to keep Adrien and his seatmate from hearing. “Are they really… you know?”

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finefineitsfine  asked:

🔥💃👏 pbj

*has to change from holsom playlist to pb&j playlist* *promptly switches to bittyparse playlist because wow pb&j is angst central and I should get a secondary playlist* 

“—I wasn’t even thinking when I turned the fire extinguisher on them, but it freaked ‘em out enough that they left with the drunk guy.”

Kent cackles. The sound of it buzzes through the air. There’s a tension in it, a static charge searching for something to ground it.

Jack blushes. Kent notices, sobering up. He shifts his weight from his right leg to his left.

“Sorry,” Kent rests the lip of his bear bottle between his teeth. “It’s a good story.”

“What’s so funny?” Bitty budges through the crowd of inebriated dancers.

He makes it a point to lean against the wall space between the two, watching them carefully. Kent hadn’t been keen on coming to this kegster. He was still reeling over how the last one ended. But this was different, they kept reminding him. There was no honor to reclaim. No friendship or love to rekindle. There was no objective for tonight other than to have fun.

“Zimms was telling me the fire extinguisher story.” Kent jostles his shoulder casually, amicably.

“Lord,” Bitty crinkle his nose. “Why on earth would you wanna hear about the football team?”

Luckily, someone stops by just then to ask for a selfie with Jack and Kent. Zimmermann and Parse—Zimms and Kenny—the dream team they’ve been calling them all season. People had strong reactions to their reunion (namely relief if you were a Falconers fan, fear if you weren’t). Kent thinks, hopes, Bitty’s forgotten the question. However, the second he looks away from the random party goer (selfie face still plastered tightly on) Bitty’s staring at him expectantly.

Kent sighs, “I wanted to know.”

Eric still doesn’t get it. “Know what?” he persists.

“What made you fall in love with him,” he says softly. The words have a quite resignation. Like a man who knew the ending of a tale before it even started. Like someone who was used to not being enough.

Bitty’s face falls. “Oh honey, he had me long before that.”

Kent nods, “good to know.”

Jack huffs, “I think we need some air.”

Bitty and Kent follow him out back without protest. The music is as loud out there as it is inside of the Haus. There are less bodies and heat, however, so Kent can think a little clearer. He thinks about the song that was playing when he arrived the last time. The lyrics seemed significant yet trivial at the time. Like his body new something about that night that his mind was catching up to.

“When the answer in what you want is in the question you state,” he finds himself murmuring.

Bitty blanches, trying to decode his meaning. Jack snorts. Which means of course, of course, Jack knows what he’s thinking. Jack has a way of reading him like a book.

“We took a class together that semester,” Jack begins without context. “Bits was helping me with a final project.”

“Yea that was it alright,” Bitty hums with a rueful smile.

“Was that it for you?” Kenny asks, excitement fluttering in his gut.

Jack shakes his head, “after we lost the Frozen Four that year.”

“Wow, that’s super romantic,” Kent chirps.

“It was,” Bitty smiles fondly. He leans over to kiss Jack’s cheek. “That was the longest I’d ever held someone before. It was nice.”

Kent feels the tightness of his lips. This is why he came; this is why he sticks around. They’re perfect for each other. And for some reason, they want him too. It’s a relief more than a burden most days. Kent knows today was easier than most, for all of them.

Jack clears his throat, taking Kent’s hand and pulling him into the side of him currently unoccupied by Bitty. Kent doesn’t look up as he feels Jack’s lips hover over his temple. Kent’s eyes flutter shut. For a moment, he’s sixteen again and everything’s momentarily peaceful. He opens them again, realizing that he’s twenty-seven and not everything’s perfect. But it’s gotten a lot easier to say it’s ok.

“It was the memorial cup,” Jack continues. “We were hugging and all I could think was, ‘I love it right here.’”

Kent nods, in understanding. A lot about that time was still muddled in trauma and anxiety. Everything about their lives and emotions were so high. It was ages ago, however. The scars were still visible, but mostly faded.

Bitty nudges Kent, “last winter. You were late to your own game because of me.”

Kent’s brows furrow, “Bits, you broke your arm. How could I not—”

Bitty chuckles, “I know. That’s when I knew.”

A warmth overflows from Kent’s heart. He looks between both of them and wonders how did he end right back here? At some lame party and some dumb college in the middle of the Boston suburbs. Only, it isn’t some lame party. From what he’s been told Epikegsters are legendary. You never know what (or who) will come up.

“We were sixteen,” Kent’s voice catches a little. “Your parents let me stay the night. We snuck out and went to that Arcade Fire show. I remember standing in that crowd and—I grabbed your hand. I thought you were gonna push me away.”

Jack nods, a sad smile gracing his lips.

“He pulled me in Bits,” Kent feels his face radiating. “Our first kiss was around five hundred other sweaty assholes.”

Bitty laughs, wiping a tear from his eye. “Of course, it was.”                

“And you—” Kent takes Eric’s hand, kissing it with all the tenderness he can muster after three beers. (He briefly considers that this must be what adulthood feels like.) “You were in that kitchen, chirping me about an assist.”

Bitty tilts his head in confusion. “When was that?”

Kent squints. “Two months? After that one kegster.”

Bitty’s mouth opens to say something, probably some protest about ‘why didn’t you say something sooner’.” Instead, Jack swoops in to kiss Eric. Kent sighs in relief. Some questions take time. Some answers take even longer to get said. Kent’s fine with postponing this conversation. He’s got all the time in the world to tell them how much he loves them.

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Trust isn’t a Party Favor

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Curvy!Reader

Word Count: 1,013

Description: When Mary confesses to working with the British Men Of Letters, Dean’s heart evidently breaks from her betrayal, making it your duty to defend him and his brother from her attempts to recruit them. 

Warnings: none 

Request: Can you do a DeanxReaderC established relationship, places during the current season, and the reader defends Dean (&Sam) in front of Mary when she admits to working with the BMOL? (&maybe the girl is a curvier girl💕)

A/N: Mary is not my favorite character and I know a lot of people agree with me, so this scene sent me flying through hoops, I’m glad I got to make it my own, sorry for any changes :)

P.S. I never wrote with added detail in the reader so I’m sorry if anything came off wrong or it wasn’t described correctly. If you have any constructive criticism please message me and tell me how I can improve

Requests are open

Originally posted by mishacolins

“I’ve sorta been working with the British Men Of Letters.”

Mary confessed, causing Dean to scoff and turn his body to elude her stare. You and Sam sat looking at both Dean and Mary, as they began to bicker about the circumstances that arose.

“Dean What the British Men of Letters are doing what we’re doing, it’s a better way. Look, I’m not blind to who they are or what they’ve done.”

Your boyfriend grunted out of anger and shut his eyes, not wanting to hear Mary’s recruiting speech.

Sam had cleared his throat and looked up, making eye contact with his mother.


“Since the cabin. It wasn’t Wally’s case, it was theirs.”

Now, you had scoffed, remembering the dreadful night, filled with loss and injury. Your dear friend Wally had lost his life, Cas was pushed to the brink of death, and you were terribly injured, leaving you bed ridden for days. 

“(Y/N), I’m sorry but they-”

“I don’t care about the opinions or intentions of the British Men Of Letters, I care about the safety of my friends and my family.”

You roughly stated, looking over at two of the people that mattered most to you in the world. Turning her attention back to her eldest son, Mary began to defend herself again.

“I’m doing this for you, I’m playing three decades of catch up here!”

“And we’re not? How about for once you just try and be a mom?”

“You’re not a child Dean!”

“I never was!”

Dean rebutted, his anger climbing to its climax, his emotions becoming too overwhelming for him. Recognizing the beginning of his emotional struggle, you walked over to you and gently placed a hand on his shoulder, attempting to calm him down. Tears started to fill his eyes, you moved your hand to his cheek as Dean placed his rough hand on the curve of your waist. 

“So between us and them-”

He started to state as he nodded to Sam referring to his and his brother. Without forgetting to emphasize your importance Dean moved his hand around the curves of your body and pulled you closer.

“It’s not like that.”

“Yeah, Mary, it is. And you made your choice. So there’s the door.”

In a fit of rage and sadness, Dean left the entryway to the bunker and headed to yours and his shared bedroom, while Sam got up and followed, brushing off his mother’s presence.

You and Mary only remained, staring at each other. Her gaze was filled with regret and sorrow, where yours was beaming with anger and fierceness.

“(Y/N), I know we just met recently but is there any way you can persuade them to listen?”

With hope, Mary had asked you one thing that she knew you wouldn’t do. The feeling of betrayal in your heart, you recognized that the assumption she made was correct and couldn’t bring yourself to help the mother.

“If you took the time to get to know the boys you would understand they can’t be easily persuaded. What you did hurt Sam and Dean, which in turn hurts me. Please don’t expect me to help you when even I don’t agree with what you did.”

As you were walking away, Mary had taken desperate steps towards you, silently begging for your attention.

“Please, Dean is not just yours to defend!”

“He may be your son by blood but family doesn’t start there! He is my boyfriend of three years and the relationship we have is built on trust. That’s something you have to earn from the boys, it’s not given out like party favors.”

Without saying another word, Mary left the bunker knowing that your last words were true.

When the bunker door slammed shut, you walked over to room 11 of the bunker and quietly knocked on the door. The anger in Dean had clearly subsided, only a feeling of sadness hovering over his chest. When he opened the door, his watery eyes met with yours and you immediately pulled him into a tight hug, his arms wrapping around your thick body.

“It’s going to be okay, Dean.”

He pulled away and took your hand in his, pulling you into the room and sitting down on the bed, leaving you standing.

“She betrayed us, all of us. How can I forgive her for that? She is responsible for hurting you, almost killing Cas, and taking away Wally’s life. All because she wanted to work for a guy with an accent.”

Dean grumbled and placed his head in his hands, unsure if he should have cut his own mother off from her only two sons. Clearly in conflict, you sat next to him and weaved your arm around his, leaning you head on his shoulder.

“No matter how badly I want to simply agree with you, I can’t. There is not an ounce in my body that doesn’t blame her for what happened, that isn’t angered by her disloyalty, however we have all made mistakes. Us more than most people in the world.”

“I’m not ready to forgive her and I don‘t know when I will be.”

He placed his head on top of yours, sighing and lacing his fingers in-between yours.

“You’ll know when the time comes, you’re a smart man Dean Winchester and there is not a second of the day that I doubt you. Now, today has been really heavy and I want to take a hot shower.”

You got up and began to walk towards the bathroom, leaving him with a soft pat on the shoulder. You were halfway to the shower when Dean ran up behind you and wrapped both his arms around your stomach, placing his head in the crook of your neck and leaving kisses were his mouth hovered.

Giggles flooded the hallway and he spun you around, effortlessly picking you up.

“I think I could go for a shower too.”

The weight of emotions on both yours and Dean’s chest disappeared into the past, both of you taking in the moment and entering the bathroom together.

Call Boy (Taeyong x Reader x Yuta)

Someone please take my computer away from me, this is a perfect example of what happens when I stay up too late. Anyway, how are you guys? This was supposed to be a Daddy type smut, but it got WAY OUT OF HAND. Idk what possessed me while writing this lol But shout out to my homeboy SoMo for being my soundtrack while writing this, Hide & Freak is a blessing.

ps This was the only gif I could find of them together, I’m so shook #STOPYUTA2K16

Part II

Originally posted by yutenor

The bright summer sun blared overhead, not a cloud to obstruct its rays as people walked through the busy street, enjoying their weekend as best they could. It was the type of warm weather that felt good for the first few hours you were outside, but quickly wore off as the sweat began to collect uncomfortably on your lower back. That morning when you leisurely woke up to the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen, you’d checked the weather app on your phone, eyes bulging out of your head at the nearly triple digit number.

You dressed accordingly, knowing you would be outside most of the day for shopping and walking around. You chose a green floral dress that was lightweight and breathable, topping it off with a shady straw hat you’d bought at the beginning of the season. It’d been sitting in your closet until now, finding yourself too nervous to wear it since you weren’t usually a hat kind of person, but the promise of a cloudless hot day prompted you to give it a spin.

You found yourself adjusting it self consciously now, secretly thankful for the shade it gave you. From beside you, Taeyong gave an amused glance while swinging your joined hands, noticing your nervousness, “It looks really cute,” he reassured, reaching over and tugging on the brim playfully.

You gave a small smile, letting him guide you down the bustling street, tugging on his hand when you saw a shop you wanted to look at. He patiently let you peek through the windows, laughing whenever you looked at the price tag with a gasp and shoved the piece of clothing back on the rack. Taeyong picked out clothing that he thought you’d look nice in, most of the choices consisting of soft colors and dresses. You lifted the skirt of a dress he held up to you in appreciation as you laughed, “What’s your obsession with dresses, Tae?”

He blushed and gave an embarrassed smile, “I think you look the best when you wear them.” You giggled at his confession, spinning around to continue sifting through the racks of clothing. You missed the way his eyes dropped down and ate up the flash of your bare thigh hungrily, his fingers itching to grip your supple skin.

Taeyong took a deep breath, putting the dress back on the clothing rack as you called him over again, “Hey, I’m kinda hungry. Do you feel like eating now?” You tugged on his shirt, eyes growing large in an attempt to win him over. Your hands felt shaky from not having anything except coffee this morning.

He laced his fingers through yours again, lips in a soft smile as he gazed down at you, “Yeah, sounds good to me.” The two of you exited the store and he peered up and down the street, nodding towards a brick building, “What about that place? Looks decent enough.”

You picked out the restaurant, seeing the sleek modern front that was decorated with plants and a standup chalk board that advertised specials. You felt your stomach growl, anything was good enough at this point, “Sure, looks yummy.”

Taeyong chuckled as you approached the cafe-styled restaurant, “We don’t even know what they have and you’re already like this.” You got in the short line that led to the host stand, waiting to be seated.

“Hey,” you pouted up at him, lip sticking out temptingly. “I’m so hungry right now, anything looks delicious.”

Taeyong smirked and pecked your lips playfully, “Does that include me?” His mouth lingered just above yours, his dark eyes staring at you intensely.

You gulped, thumb running over his finger nervously as you stuttered, “O-of course it does.” Taeyong had always been so much better at flirting than you, it made you wonder what exactly he saw in you.

He smiled then, eyeing you adoringly, “God, you’re so cute without trying.” You blushed and looked down at your toes, thinking how you didn’t deserve a guy like Taeyong who doted and treated you like a princess.

A host greeted you and led you over to a table by the front window, placing menus down that you snatched up eagerly when they walked away. Everything looked so delicious, but Taeyong suggested that you split something since the portions were incredibly big. You didn’t mind sharing though, knowing you’d get to feed him and see the cute way he groaned when he ate something good. Your order was placed and the two of you chatted about whatever came to mind until your food came out. The way the steam curled from it when the waiter placed it on the table caused a small moan to leave your lips. Taeyong’s eyes shot up at the sound, lips pursing at the semi-erotic sound, but you didn’t notice.

The two of you ate and fed each other happily, gobbling down the tasty food with ease. While polishing off your meal, you heard the front door open and close from behind you, the host greeting them warmly. You saw Taeyong’s eyes widen suddenly, a grin spreading on his face as he stood up, “Yuta!”

“Taeyong!,” a bright voice responded happily, as your boyfriend greeted the newcomer with a hug and a clap on the shoulder.

You looked up at the owner of the voice, breath catching in your throat as you were met with the most gorgeous smile. He was breathtaking to say the least, athletic body, tan skin, stylish clothes, and a head full of soft looking brown hair. There was something strangely familiar about him as well, like you’ve seen him somewhere before. Said boy looked down at you with interest, smile never fading, “Taeyong who’s this?” He stuck his hand out and you grasped it gently, neck craning as you looked up from him in your seat. “I don’t believe we’ve met before.”

Taeyong smiled proudly down at you, squeezing your shoulder lovingly. “This is my girlfriend _______.”

“Ahhh,” he grinned again, bending down towards you ever so slightly, “I’m Yuta, it’s nice to meet you.”

You felt entranced, barely mustering the strength to mumble back, “Nice to meet you too.”

Taeyong looked excitedly at the new boy, “Hey, why don’t you sit here? I haven’t seen you in so long,” the waiter was already pulling up a chair, even when Yuta lightly protested, “But you’re on a date right now, right? I don’t want to be third wheeling.”

Your boyfriend looked over at you for permission, “You don’t mind do you?,” his big eyes were hopeful, making you cave rather easily, “No, not at all.”

Yuta sat down, shooting you a beautiful apologetic look as Taeyong began to talk to him  excitedly again. You couldn’t help discretely looking at him, he was just too gorgeous to ignore and his smile really was beautiful. It was contagious as you felt the corners of your lips tug up when Taeyong recalled a story from when Yuta and him were younger. From the way things were going, you felt like you were the third wheel, making you laugh amusedly.

“Finally she laughs,” Yuta sighed dramatically, his eyes alight with mischief as you blushed.

Taeyong arched an eyebrow at you, “She’s usually so talkative too, what’s up ______?”

“Nothing,” you smiled to yourself, fingers tugging at your dress pensively, “I just thought that it feels like I’m the third wheel instead of Yuta.”

They both laughed and Yuta placed a warm hand on your shoulder, reassuring you, “Don’t worry, I’m not trying to steal him from you.”

Taeyong chuckled, pushing his chair back, “Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom real quick.” The two of you nodded at him, watching as he weaved in and out of servers to reach the restrooms in the back.

You turned back to say something to Yuta, but was shocked when you were met with a smirk on his pretty lips, “Staring is gonna get you in trouble, ______.” The hand on your shoulder was like a hot brand, “Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

You felt your cheeks turn red, stuttering, “I-It’s not what you think, I promise. I just-”

He chuckled, sliding his hand down your bare arm until his fingers tangled with yours. He played with them absentmindedly as he mused, “You probably thought I looked familiar, right?”

You looked up at him in surprise, seeing him regard your shocked expression in amusement, “Yeah, actually.” You shifted in your seat nervously, “But I’m probably wrong-”

“You’re not,” Yuta smirked, his eyes roaming around your body, shamelessly drinking in the smooth expanse of your legs. “I just didn’t think you were into those kind of things.” He released your hand and propped his chin on his hand, smiling at your obliviousness.

Those kind of things…?, you wracked your head for ideas to where you’ve seen his face before. An old woman near you snapped her magazine she was reading loudly, sipping on her coffee when you suddenly remembered. You’d been at a friend’s house recently, jokingly digging under her bed when you found the dirty magazine that depicted semi-nude images of attractive men. You dropped it in shock, its contents falling open as you scrambled to pick it up to shove it back under the bed. You tried not to look out of embarrassment, but your eyes happened to fall on a small headshot in the bottom corner of a page.

You snapped out of your thoughts, eyes wide as you stared at the boy across from you, “You were…you’re-”

The brown haired boy bit his lip with a grin, spinning in his chair, “Oh, Taeyong! We were beginning to get worried about you.” His face gave nothing away about the details of your conversation, taking a sip from his coffee cup as your boyfriend rejoined you.

“I thought I might as well take care of the check while I was up,” Taeyong lifted his wallet and wiggled it, placing it back into the back pocket of his jeans. He looked at Yuta apologetically, “We should probably get going anyway, I’m not sure how much more of this heat I can handle.”

Yuta gave another brilliant smile, “Yeah, no problem.” He watched you stand up and retreat to your boyfriend, Taeyong’s arm wrapping protectively around your waist. “Thanks for letting me crash your date.”

Taeyong returned his smile, clapping Yuta’s shoulder once again, “We need to hang out again soon, maybe this weekend or something?”

“If something doesn’t come up with work then I’ll give you a call and we can do something together,” he looked down at you, his hands stuffed in his pockets, “_______ can come along too.”

You forced a small nervous smile, heart still hammering as you watched his tongue unconsciously trace his bottom lip, making your own mouth part at the sight, “Y-yeah, sounds like fun.” You mentally slapped yourself, you couldn’t be thinking about Yuta like that. You had a perfectly fine boyfriend who loved you and whom you loved back. Everything that you were feeling for Yuta was just pure lust, nothing more, nothing less.

You finished saying your goodbyes and as you were walking out you couldn’t help but look one more time. Yuta noticed you again and smiled at you secretively, his dark eyes alight with mischief as he winked at you, “See you around.”

Back on the street, the sun was still harsh, making your head spin a little as you thought of the way Yuta’s hand had felt against your skin, the way his tongue licked his soft looking bottom lip…Stop it, you thought, calming yourself. You gripped Taeyong’s hand harder, causing him to look down at you in concern, “What’s wrong, baby?”

The temptation was too great, you tried to sound as nonchalant as you could, asking, “What does Yuta do for work?”

Taeyong released your hand and slid it around your waist, tugging you closer as you turned down a crowded street, “Oh,” his thumb drew circles on your hips through the thin material of your dress, “He’s a call boy.”

“Oh,” you gulped, accidentially tripping on a crack clumsily as you tried to feign innocence. “That’s an…interesting profession.” So it really was true, he was that same Yuta you had see in the magazine. It made sense now that you thought about it, there had been a phone number displayed by his headshot.

Taeyong steadied you easily, squeezing your hip with his gorgeous, veiny hand as he spoke, “Don’t hold it against him. Yuta’s like you and me, he just works in the sex industry instead of a normal job.”

You nodded, giving an uneasy smile as your mind quickly went south and you thought of all the things Yuta probably did for money. You pictured everything that you and Taeyong did, realizing that Yuta probably had done far, far worse things seeing as he basically had sex for a living. Images of him haunted you all the way home, your head spinning as you walked through the door.

The blasting air conditioning did little to ease your tension, slipping off your shoes and bag as you headed to your room. Taeyong followed you, a worried expression on his face as he watched you tear your dress off and flop down onto the bed, “Baby, what’s up?” He laid himself down beside you, fingertips tracing along the exposed skin of your back, biting his lip at the sight of you in your underwear.

You turned your head to look at him, “Nothing, it’s just really hot.” From the expression on his face, he didn’t buy your excuse at all, but his cool hands smoothing across your skin was enough to distract you just a little.

He smirked, tracing a finger on the waist band of your panties teasingly, “Does that feel good?”

You let out a small groan, burying your face into the bed sheets as one of his rings touched your bare skin, the freezing metal making goosebumps appear. Taeyong carefully rolled you over, leaning down to press a kiss to your stomach as his hands wrapped around your wrists to pin you down gently.

“Tae,” you whined softly, enjoying the feeling of his lips traveling up your body as he stopped at your neck to suck a bright red hickey into your skin. You gave a small gasp as he licked over it, placing a kiss there before he regarded your lips with a smirk, “Hm?”

You pouted, lower lip sticking out tantilizingly as you wiggled beneath him, “Kiss me.”

He leaned down a bit closer, his breath ghosting your lips as his eyes stared deeply into yours, “What do we say?”

“Please,” you begged, thighs rubbing together in anticipation as he watched you squirm.

“Good girl,” he praised, pressing his lips to yours as you sighed in contentment. Taeyong quickly deepened the kiss when he dragged your bottom lip between his teeth, a gasp leaving you when his tongue slipped into your mouth. He managed to wedge a knee between your thighs, moaning into the kiss as you rolled your hips on his leg. You gave a small cry, your clothed heat rubbing against the fabric of his jeans as he broke the kiss to allow you a breath. His hands released your wrists, pulling you by your hips so your back arched underneath him, dragging you against his leg slowly.

“Do you like that? Huh?,” he asked panting, fingers squeezing your hips in a bruising hold. Your fingers flew to his hair, tugging at the white colored tips as you pressed kisses to his razor sharp jawline.

You thought for a moment you were going to come, but the feeling left the both of you as Taeyong’s phone dinged loudly from his back pocket, “Fuck,” he cursed softly, stilling his movements with a groan before looking at you apologetically.

You smiled softly at him, “It’s okay.”

He pulled the phone out, still crouched over you as he unlocked it and read the text, “Yuta says he can hang out this weekend.”

Your mind jumped at his name, thoughts of him crawling back in as you bit your lip, “That’s good.”

Taeyong clicked his phone close, sliding it onto the bedside table with a groan before flopping down beside you. You could tell his libido was gone, but you could still try as you slid a hand up his chest, “Hey, it’s okay.”

“I’m sorry,” he pouted cutely, a hand pulling you close so he could kiss your lips in apology. You straddled his hips and he looked up at you in surprise, hands resting on your thighs as you looked down at him nervously. “What is it?”

You swallowed, fingers playing with the hem of his red button down, the color always looked so good on him you thought to yourself. “You know I love you,” you began carefully, seeing his immediately worried reaction.

“Did I do something wrong?,” Taeyong murmured self consciously, hands slipping off your legs.

You caught his hands, quickly saying, “No, baby! Of course not,” you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips reassuringly, before you sat up, “I was just wondering about something…”

“Like what?,” he asked, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

“You probably won’t like it,” you admitted, avoiding his eyes. “But it’s been on my mind all day, it keeps bothering me.” You took a deep breath, finally looking him in the eye as you said, “Can we…call Yuta?”

Taeyong’s eyebrows shot up, eyes quickly becoming guarded as he sat up, “Why? Am I not good enough for you or something?”

“No!,” you cried out, gripping onto his shoulders tightly, “Its just, I wanted to try something different and new with you.” You searched to find the best way to put it without upsetting him further, “I’m just curious about what it would be like. I thought this would be a good opportunity since you know and trust him.” You looked down feeling ashamed, “But if you don’t want to, that’s okay too. I want you to be comfortable.”

His voice was low, but he wasn’t as tense, “So you don’t like him?”

You shook your head, your hopes rising, “No! If we did do it, it’d definitely be no strings attached. You’re the only one I love, Taeyong.” You looked at him earnestly, seeing his eyes soften at words.

“Okay,” he sighed, but his face was stern. “But if I don’t like it then this will be the first and last time we do this, okay?”

You nodded happily, practically bouncing on the bed as he slid you off him so he could reach for his phone again, “Just know he might already have…business tonight.” Taeyong went into his contacts and found Yuta’s cell number, pressing his number and waiting. You felt anxious for some reason, urging wherever Yuta was to pick up his phone and answer.

You jumped, when your boyfriend spoke, “Hey, Yuta,” you noticed how nervous he seemed and realized how awkward it must be to ask his friend to come over to have sex. “Are you, uh, busy tonight?” You grabbed the phone from him and pressed the speaker button, giving Taeyong a look that said, we’re in this together.

No, why?,” came the sweet timbre of Yuta’s voice through the phone. “Is something up?”

“No,” Taeyong worried a lip between his teeth, bringing a hand up to nibble on his pinky, “We, uh,  _____ and I were-”

You leaned over the phone and blurted out, “We were wondering if you could come over?”

“_______?,” Yuta sounded surprised to here your voice, but a little pleased. “It’s getting pretty late, are you sure?”

“Yuta,” your voice was a little weak, the embarrassment of the whole situation made you want to bury yourself under the covers. “We needyou.”

“Oh,” there was silence on the other line for a few moments, making you worried as you realized he might not be interested in threesomes, or having sex with his friends at all. Your heart sank into your stomach, opening your mouth to apologize until Yuta spoke suddenly, “Alright.”

Taeyong seemed a bit shocked, “Are you serious?”

“Yeah!,” Yuta said, once again his confident, bubbly self. “Sorry for the awkward silence, I was just rechecking to see if I had anything scheduled for tonight.” You breathed a light sigh of relief, listening to the sound of other boy gathering his keys on the other side, “I’ll be there in twenty.” You could practically feel the smirk on his words as he said, “Don’t start without me.” With that, he hung up.

You sat back on your heels, looking at Taeyong in disbelief, who mirrored your expression, “I can’t believe…”

“Yeah,” he gulped, “This is actually happening.”

You looked around the bedroom, “Maybe we should clean up?,” you looked down at yourself, “Should I get dressed…?”

“What’s the point if you did, it’d be taken off anyway again,” Taeyong smiled at you amusedly, making you relieved that he was finally relaxed again.

The two of you quickly tidied up your bedroom, turning off the lights and switching on the lamps on your bedside tables in an attempt to make the room more mood appropriate. The minutes ticked by agonizingly slow, watching as Taeyong paced around the room nervously. He looked like a caged tiger, bare feet making no sound on the wood floors as he nibbled on his pinky nervously. “Hey,” you said suddenly, taking a hold of his hand, “It’s going to be okay. This is supposed to be fun, right?”

He nodded at your words, grateful as you sat him down on the bed next to you, “Sorry, I just don’t know what to do with myself.”

“If it makes you feel any better,” you massaged his scalp with your fingers, playing with his messily parted hair, “I’m nervous as hell too.”

Your words were the perfect conclusion as the apartment door bell dinged, causing the both of you to jump at the sound. Taeyong stood up, moving towards the bedroom door hastily and looking back at you, “I’ll get it. Just wait here okay?” You nodded, fingers picking at the bedsheets as you waited with bated breath for your guest to be welcomed in.

You barely heard anything coming from down the hall, only the barest hushed whisper as two pairs of bare feet padded down the hall. Your heart hammered in your chest, suddenly self conscious of your scantily clad body. You quickly grabbed Taeyong’s favorite blanket, wrapping it around your body to give yourself some decency.

Taeyong appeared in the doorway, his face at ease as he stepped aside to let Yuta in the room. The other boy looked absolutely gorgeous, dressed in a simple black button down and slacks, a develish smile already in place on his lips as he took in your form, “There she is.”

You blushed and pulled the blanket around you tighter, avoiding his eyes as you greeted him back as playfully as you could, “Here I am.”

Taeyong walked over to you and ran his fingers through your hair soothingly, as he spoke to Yuta, “If you couldn’t already tell, we’re both nervous.”

Yuta grinned, dumping a small black duffle that you didn’t notice he had before down on the floor, “It’s okay, that’s how most people are. They don’t know what to expect when being with a sex worker for the first time.” He casually strolled over to where you sat on the bed, “Don’t worry, this will definitely be enjoyable.”

Taeyong’s voice was a little mischievous to your surprise, eyes glancing towards Yuta as they shared a look, “_______ was the one to suggest it, you know.”

“Oh really?,” Yuta smirked down at you, your eyes meeting his as he boldly took your chin in his hand, “What a dirty girl.” He spoke towards Taeyong, but his eyes never left yours as he licked his lips, “I need to teach you how to discipline your girl, Tae.”

You saw out of your peripheral vision a small smile appear on your boyfriend’s lips, “Whatever you think, you’re the expert here.” Your body trembled as Yuta continued to examine you, a small gasp left your lips as his free hand took the blanket from your grasp and tossed it aside, “There we go, much better.”

Yuta tilted his head and regarded you in amusement, eyes roving over your exposed skin hungrily, “But you can do more.” He looked over at Taeyong, asking for permission, “May I?”

“No, by all means,” he spluttered, entranced with the way your body trembled from just his friend’s words, “Go ahead.” Some deep part of him liked seeing you being controlled by another man, the natural touch of jealousy pinching at him was just an itch as Yuta pushed you back onto the bed.

“Don’t worry,” Yuta whispered, licking his lips as he crawled up your body, “I won’t keep her for long, you’ll definitely have your fair share.”

When his fingertips touched your body ever so lightly was the moment all doubts left your brain, nothing but the feeling of his touch was left. He saw how willing you were for him, smirking as he leaned down, lips a breath apart, “You want me bad, don’t you? You’ve wanted me to put my hands on you since the moment we met.” His hands grabbed your hips, digging his fingers into your skin, “Am I wrong?”

You shook your head, whimpering as his lips brushed against yours ever so slightly. The smile he gave you was surprisingly cold, “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Y-yes,” you breathed out shakily, glancing over at your boyfriend for support, but he only smirked at the scene, watching in dark amusement as you struggled underneath another man.

“Ah, ah,” Yuta tutted, nose brushing against yours, “Eyes on me right now, princess. He’ll get his time later. Now,” he smiled, hand coming up to cup your cheek, “Let me make you feel good, okay?”

With that he molded his lips against you, the shock of tasting another person other than Taeyong sent your mind into overdrive. He tasted like apple cinnamon tea or cider, warm, spicy, and addictive. You moaned into the kiss, opening your mouth obediently when his tongue prodded at your lips. He allowed you to pull on his hair, nimble fingers crawling underneath you to undo the clasp of your bra. You blushed but allowed him to slip the garment off, your breasts now exposed for him to grope eagerly. His mouth left yours, tongue messily running down your neck as he circled one of your breasts, your back arching into his mouth as he sucked on them. He left bite marks and hickeys in his wake, your chest completely covered as he soothed each one with a lick and a kiss.

It ended all too soon as Yuta pulled away from you, his lips shining and beautifully swollen as he regarded your mess of a body in amusement, “I think it’s time to punish this dirty girl.” He looked over at Taeyong, who’s eyes were staring at you hungrily, “Don’t you think so?”

He ordered the both of you around, the command in his voice made your womanhood quiver in want, “Taeyong, sit on the edge of the bed.” Your boyfriend did as he was told and Yuta strongly grabbed your wrist, pulling you so that you laid across Taeyong’s lap making you squeak in surprise. “Perfect,” he smirked.

You shifted, looking up at Taeyong through your lashes as you felt the tent in his pants press against your stomach. His eyes were hooded with lust as he caught your gaze, lips parted slightly as he took in your disheveled state. Yuta loosened a few buttons on his shirt, licking his lips as he saw your ass sticking up in the air,  "Isn’t that a pretty sight.“ He smoothed a hand over the skin, fingers teasingly sneaking under the waistband of your panties causing you to whimper.

“Taeyong,” Yuta said, his voice low and full of desire. “Here’s how you discipline her.” You didn’t have time to question what he meant before you felt a hand give your ass a hard smack, making you cry out at the strange feeling of pain and pleasure. It was wrong to feel that way, but it also felt so, so right.

“She’s been a bad girl,” Yuta growled, giving your ass another slap, “Haven’t you?”

You moaned, clutching the bed sheets as the stinging transformed into lust, “Yes.”

Taeyong groaned at the sight, hand soothing the bright red marks Yuta had left behind. He suddenly spoke, voice a little uncertain, “Can I…?”

You heard the smirk in Yuta’s voice, “Teach her a lesson she won’t soon forget.” The brown haired boy crouched down in front of you, cupping your cheek rather tenderly, though the devilish look on his face said otherwise.

To your surprise, Taeyong pulled your panties down your thighs, letting them stay there messily as he breathed in the aroma of your arousal, his pants becoming for too tight for his liking. Without warning, he brought his hand down hard on your ass with a smack, your voice cracking at the feeling, “Tae-”

Yuta swallowed your screams as he brought his lips to yours, pulling away as he whispered lowly, “Call him daddy.”

“What?,” you choked, crying out again as Taeyong spanked you again, much closer to your womanhood this time.

He grabbed you by your hair, knocking your foreheads together as he sneered, “Call,” he popped open a few buttons on his shirt, “Him,” bringing your hands to the black garment to finish the job, “Daddy.”

“Do you like this, kitten?,” Taeyong panted, hand coming down to grip the back of your thighs. He loved your ass and thighs more than anything else, loved to see the way the jiggled when he spanked you, loved to feel them wrapped around his waist as he fucked you into the bed. He’d never touched you like this before because he was scared of hurting you, but the way your arousal dripped down your legs made him believe otherwise. He teased a finger over your lower lips, breath catching at the slick feeling.

You practically ripped open Yuta’s shirt from the sudden contact on your soaked heat, ass driving back on instinct against your boyfriend’s fingers, “Yes, Daddy.”

Taeyong froze, fingers tightening on your leg as he whispered, “Say that again.” He eased a finger inside of you, slowly pumping at a pace that frustrated you.

You trembled under his touch, “Yes, Daddy.”

Yuta smirked from where he was sucking on your neck, tongue coming up to lick the shell of your ear as he purred, “Such a good girl.”

Taeyong added another finger, watching as Yuta left your neck a mess of bruises and bite marks, “Ruin her.”

You gasped at his words, his fingers picking up speed as he pumped them inside of you, “Taeyong, please!…” You needed something more than fingers, you wanted both of them undressed so you could finally lick and kiss their skin to your heart’s desire. Yuta’s shirt was opened, but in your bent over position, you could do nothing except claw at the tan skin in desperation.

You boyfriend’s fingers suddenly stopped, so did Yuta’s mouth working on your neck. His voice was low and dangerous, “What?”

You realized your mistake far too late as you received another smack on your ass, “Daddy! I mean Daddy, please…!,” you cried out desperately, fingers squeezing the bed sheets as tears of frustration leaked from your eyes.

“That’s what I thought,” Taeyong simpered, sliding your panties all the way down your legs and tossing them across the room carelessly. Yuta kissed your tears away before he stood up, looking larger than life from your low position.

“Taeyong, I think it’s finally time to give her what she wants,” he slid his shirt off his shoulders, “Don’t you think so too, sweetheart?” You were completely hypnotized by the way his hands worked to unbuckle his belt, the obvious bulge in his pants practically screaming to be free.

Your body shook in anticipation, “Yes, please!…,” you craned your head to look up at Taeyong, “Please, Daddy?”

His eyes softened and you saw your Taeyong underneath the shadow of lust, “Of course, you’ve been such a good girl, kitten.” He pulled you off his lap and set you on the bed gingerly as if worried he might hurt you as he noticed the deep red bruises that were printed on the skin of your ass and the violent purple hickeys covering your neck and chest.

Yuta didn’t seem concerned at all with your current state, in fact he looked completely pleased with himself, his pants falling to the floor as he stood before you in nothing but his briefs. As Taeyong got undressed as well, you admired the way Yuta’s length strained against the fabric of his underwear, the outline tempting you as he crawled on the bed. He bit his lip as a hand brushed the hair out of your eyes, “I’m going to let Taeyong go first,” he bent down so that only you could hear him. “Then I’m going to have my wicked way with you, baby girl.”

You couldn’t find words to respond to him, knowing you would stumble over your tongue anyway. Taeyong tossed his underwear aside, crawling onto the bed on all fours like a predator stalking his prey as he approached you and Yuta.

“Here’s how we’re going to do this,” Yuta said, already adjusting his body so that he laid against the headboard of your bed. He held something thin and black in his hand that you didn’t notice before. A smirk on his face as he held it up for you to see, confusion evident on your face. It was a long, black piece of what looked like silk, “Why don’t you come here so I can show you what it does,” he smiled, leading you over to him. Yuta gave you no time to protest as he suddenly tied the piece of fabric over your eyes, your vision gone. He took a hold of your hand, surprisingly gentle, “Lay back, princess.”

Taeyong seemed to catch onto his plan quickly, already moving to position himself in front of you. He was fascinated with the way your lips parted in bemusement, the blindfold completely changing the way pleasure was going to be felt.

You laid back down onto Yuta’s chest, his hands coming up to hold your thighs back as Taeyong prepared himself to enter you. You gripped onto Yuta’s forearms for support, head resting back against his shoulder as Taeyong bent over one more time to give the backs of your thighs a few quick bites that had you writhing from the pleasure pain. You could see nothing, your world was black from the silk blindfold Yuta had tied on you.

He noticed your anxiousness, lips against your cheek as he whispered, “Isn’t the mystery just so painful?” The brown haired boy pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips, “But it’s so wonderful too, princess.”

Without warning, Taeyong entered you, a scream ripping from your threat at the sudden intrusion. He slid in easily, your soaked walls allowing him to sheath himself in you with a groan on the first thrust. Your boyfriend’s hips were absolutely sinful, rolling into you languidly so that you felt every detail in slow motion. Yuta’s fingers dug into your thighs in an attempt to keep you still, letting Taeyong rock into you with a groan, “Shit, baby girl.”

Every touch was magnified by a million, the sound of Taeyong’s pants and the creak of the bed blaringly loud. His touches to your clit surprised you each time, never knowing when his fingers would rub your sensitive bundle of nerves next. You edged him along, now knowing his new favorite thing, “Ah! Daddy, yes.”

As Taeyong punished your womanhood by alternating between shallow and deep thrusts, Yuta was whispering the dirtiest things in your ears, things that would normally make you blush hadn’t you been so turned on. His breath was hot in your ear, “You’re such a dirty girl, _______. Wanting to get fucked by two guys at once. You like the thought of that, huh?” He suddenly bucked his clothed member up into you, “Do you touch yourself to the thought of that?”

You shook your head, biting your lips as he ground up into you while Taeyong continued to plow into you. Yuta’s voice was so low and sensual, nothing could describe how it made you feel, “I think you’re lying, baby girl.” He sounded so breathless and commanding at the same time, “Touch me. Touch this cock while your getting fucked by your boyfriend.”

You were obedient, reaching down to slip your hand under his waistband and grasp his length that throbbed at your touch. Your fingers were already coated with his precum, allowing you to easily stroke his member easily. Yuta moaned in your ear, the sound making you tremble as his fingers tightened on your thighs and he rocked into your hand to achieve more pleasure.

Taeyong was relentless, grunting as he approached his high. You struggled to continue touching Yuta, body shaking as his thrusts became rougher and rougher. You badly wished you could see his face, wanting to see the way his Adam’s apple bobbed and the sweat run down his jaw as he fucked you into oblivion. You felt his gorgeous dark eyes on you, burning holes into your skin as he watched you arch and release Yuta’s member, hands searching wildly for him. You somehow found his neck, following his muscles until you grasped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin so harshly that he growled. You cried out, feeling his hips snap into you a few more times before he came with a groan, his seed spilling into your heat.

He pulled out carefully, collapsing on his back on the other side of the bed as Yuta pushed you off him roughly. You fell on your side, frightened of falling off the bed as you felt around for your surroundings. Yuta’s voice was dark and amused, “Like I said, the mystery is justso awful.” You heard a soft thump, assuming that was his briefs falling on the floor.

You felt his hands pull you towards him so that you laid on your back, legs moving around his hips naturally as he bent over you. He took his time teasing you, dragging his tongue across your skin playfully at a slow pace, knowing that you had no idea where he would touch you next. Your toes curled at the feeling, hands somehow finding his hair after fumbling around and pulling on it anxiously, “Yuta,” you whined, hips rolling up in an attempt to feel him.

You heard the smile in his voice, “So eager.” But his mouth left your body, hearing him groan for some reason as he shifted above you. You felt his member at your entrance, when Taeyong suddenly spoke, smirking, “Do a number on her, Yuta.”

You heard the boy above you give a short laugh, a breathy gorgeous sound that you felt against your skin. Just like Taeyong, he entered you quickly, your fingers leaving his hair to rake down his back as you cried out, walls still sore from your boyfriend. Yuta didn’t give you any time to adjust, immediately starting to pound into you mercilessly, his hips snapping so hard that the bed rocked dangerously. You dug your nails into his back causing a groan to leave his lips at the feeling.

“Oh, fuck,” he cursed, his hands gripping onto your hips for support as he increased his speed. You cried out from the power of his thrusts, the headboard knocking loudly against the wall as Yuta fucked you senseless.

“Shit, I’m close,” he gasped, suddenly pulling out and you could hear his hand move over his member quickly. Curses spilling out of his mouth as he jerked himself to completion, his seed spilling over your breasts and stomach. You squirmed beneath Yuta still, wanting nothing more than to come as you whimpered, “Please, Yuta.”

Taeyong spoke again, his voice husky, “Don’t leave her hanging, Yuta. Show her what you get when you ask for a call boy.”

You felt Yuta’s tongue on your inner thigh as he chuckled, “You don’t have to tell me twice.” Your body shook as his tongue swiped up your folds, fingers once again fumbling for his hair as a cry left your lips. The way he ate you out felt so beautiful, almost choreographed like a dance as he sucked on your clit and licked your folds. You thought your soul was leaving your body when you felt his teeth nip at your skin, picturing that gorgeous smile of his appearing on his face as he fucked you with his tongue. You moaned in appreciation as he hummed and made some of the most sinful noises you’d ever heard in your whole life. His hands held down your hips to prevent you from moving, causing you to fight against him in frustration as your end approached.

You threw your head back in a silent scream as Yuta focused on your clit, your orgasm ripping through your body and causing your thighs to shake from the overwhelming pleasure. You felt familiar lips press kisses to your face lovingly as Taeyong murmured, “That’s right, baby. Let it all out baby, Yuta wants to taste you.” You heard the mentioned boy moan, slurping at your womanhood like a man starved.

You wanted the feeling to last forever, but all good things must come to an end. Hands untied the blindfold and you were greeted by Yuta’s smiling face, his hair a complete mess from your hands, “She lives.” You sat up, even the dim light of the lamps seemed bright as you blinked.

You smiled at him, realizing that you didn’t feel awkward at all after everything that had happened. Behind you, Taeyong kissed your shoulder, grinning cutely, “Was it everything you dreamed of and more?”

You comically sighed, a dreamy look in your eyes, “Yes,” you shoved him playfully, “Daddy.”

Taeyong blushed, but there was a smile on his face, “Sorry about that,” he gestured towards the bruises forming on your ass, running a hand over them softly.

You smiled coyly, tugging him close so you could press a kiss to his lips, “Don’t be. I liked it.”

Yuta smirked, lounging back against your pillows, “So did Taeyong, obviously.”

You crawled over to the brown haired boy, cupping his face and pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Thank you. For everything.”

He shrugged nonchalantly, but smiled brightly, “It’s not a big deal, you guys are my friends after all.” You thought about how it was a smile you could get used to seeing as you leaned your head on his shoulder, playing with his fingers.

“Oh, yeah.” Taeyong, ever the responsible one, got up to find his pants and pulled out his wallet, “Almost forgot. How much do we owe you?”
Yuta waved his hand, “Don’t worry about it, like I said, you guys are friends.”

Taeyong looked a little distressed, “But this is your job Yuta. I’d feel bad not to not pay you, it’s like working without getting any compensation.”

Yuta grinned, fingers tracing over the skin of your arm, “I’m serious, Tae! Think of it as a favor between friends.”

“There’s seriously no way we can repay you?,” your boyfriend’s shoulders sagged in defeat, tossing his wallet on his dresser with a sigh before he crawled back onto the bed. He had his favorite blanket in hand, the one you’d used to cover yourself up earlier, spreading it over your lap and laying his head there.

The other boy, looked down at him in amusement, “Well, I can think of one way.”

You weaved your fingers through Taeyong’s snowy hair, stroking the soft strands as you looked over at Yuta curiously, “What’s that?”

“Call me again,” he said laughing, the same familiar mischievous look in his eyes as when you’d first met him at the cafe.

Taeyong burst out laughing, snuggling his face further into your lap like a happy puppy, “As long as it’s still free. We’d be broke if we had to pay the price your other customers pay.” You smiled at this, amazed how much of a change he’d gone through in one night.

“Of course,” Yuta grinned, also moving closer towards you as he pulled a sheet over himself. “You two are special VIPs.”

You smiled to yourself, so happy that everything had worked out even better than you’d thought it would. Taeyong was still your Taeyong, you felt more than comfortable around Yuta now, everything just fell into place perfectly. The three of you talked into the late hours of the night, until you all eventually drifted off to sleep, a sense of contentment in all your hearts.

Double Tap Mishap

Otayuri Week 2017 - DAY TWO (Feb 21): Social Media (Twitter, Instagram, Skype, Snapchat, selfies, online relationships) OR Celebrations (medals, holidays, birthdays)

Summary: Seventeen-year-old Yuri was always extra careful when it came to his Instagram likes; especially so when a certain Kazakh he happened to fancy appeared in other people’s pictures. But, what happens when he accidentally taps twice on one of Phichit’s pictures of Otabek instead of saving it like he had intended to?

Warnings: Language.

‘Shit,’ he exclaimed in the quiet room as he saw the red heart appear underneath the picture of Otabek, shirtless at a pool, that he had been trying to save a second ago.

He let the phone fall on top of the covers as he put his right arm over his eyes. He could feel a heavy blush and a minor panic attack forming but, he pushed his worries and anxiety away as he tried to come up with a plan. Besides, he was Yuri Plisetsky and he would not panic over such trivial a thing as an accidental like on Instagram.

Or, you know, he would.

He put his phone on the nightstand next to his bed, still displaying his horrendous mistake for the entire world to see, and hid himself under the covers.

‘Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,’ came the endless string of curses.

Why was the universe so cruel to him? It was enough that Otabek, the subject of his year-long crush, was in freaking Detroit training for the summer, but now both him and Phichit would know that he was very much checking his damn phone every morning to see what they had done in those eight hours that he had been wasting away by sleeping.

It was 10 am in St Petersburg, which meant that it was 2 am in Detroit. Remembering the time difference between the two cities helped him relax enough to at least get up and go through his morning routine without wanting to crawl back into bed and hide for all eternity.

In retrospect, he might have been overreacting a little, but this was a shirtless Otabek on Phichit’s Instagram. Of all the people in their circle of friends, Phichit was the biggest gossip of them all. Sure, he meant well and all, but that didn’t erase the fact that Yuri knew the Thai would start plotting something the moment he saw that damn notification.

Of course Yuri toyed with the possibility of backing out, but that would make it even more obvious because Phichit would still get the notification and would see which picture Yuri had liked and disliked in the 3.2 seconds it took him to realise the gravity of his mistake.

Especially considering the fact that Otabek was going to fly to Almaty in just a few days and that afterwards Yuri would not be able to escape seeing Otabek when he inevitably called him over on Skype for their regular chats. He sighed as he put on his trainers and went out for a run. He would have to face the consequences at some point, but for now, music and exercise would be his outlet until the two on the other side of the world woke up.

Surprisingly, the calm remained. No one said anything about his like, not even after Otabek flew back to Almaty. Nothing.

This apparent peace was even more nerve-racking than being on the receiving end of Phichit’s onslaught of messages when he got excited about something. And Yuri had seen the speed at which Phichit was able to message Katsudon one too many times when he went over for dinner to Viktor’s apartment. It was a truly well-developed skill that only those two shared, and they were the only ones able to keep up with each other.

But the calmness didn’t last long.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Can I maybe have the rfa + v and saeran planning something romantic with mc but everything going completely wrong? Bonus points if its very fluffy! Thank you! Btw, your hc always make me happy! You're a top writer and I really enjoy the way you write the rfa, but especially saeran! Thanks!

Well sweetcheeks Saeran is my favourite of all of them hands down so I’m very happy you enjoy me writing him as much as I do. I think he has the most potential and the best design, personally. I also think that Cheritz wasted him (and most of the other characters) in order to putsch Seven which is something I find extremely tiring. So, until I get a Saeran route that does that poor boy justice you can pry that beautiful creature from my cold, dead hands. Also, I’ll write HC’s for him until my hands start to bleed. Saeran (◕▿◕✿)

I think I overdid it a little? I hope you still like it?



♬ he’d planned this date for a long time

♬ the two of you had been so busy lately, Zen had decided to do something special to make up for it

♬ everything was perfectly planned and taken care off

♬ he’d prepared a beautiful picnic to be eaten at the park

♬ the food he’d prepared was mostly self made and delicious

♬ the weather outside was sunny and warm

♬ and the paddle boat rent had opened again for the season

♬ it was time for the perfect date

♬ you’d been so excited for that date too

♬ seeing how happy and cheerful Zen was about it only made it better

♬ he’d found a beautiful, shady spot under a big willow

♬ you’d spread out your big blanket and then went on to rent the paddle boat

♬ neither of you was really hungry at that moment, and the glistering lake just looked so enticing

♬ at first everything was fine, idyllic and romantic even

♬ sitting opposite each other you smiled and laughed together, talked about anything and everything

♬ Zen was paddling, strong arms allowing you to glide over the water

♬ you had one of those pretty parasols that made the entire scene seem as if from a movie

♬ Zen really liked that idea, your relationship being the type people made movies about

♬ sadly, those moments often lasted for a very brief time and this was no different

♬ when he got up to get to you and press a sweet kiss to your lips, Zen lost balance

♬ suddenly the boat was shaking rapidly and you getting nervous caused the two of you to flail and fall

♬ the water was bitter cold, despite the sun

♬ neither of you was able to turn the boat back around and get in, so you had to swim

♬ you were forced to leave the parasol behind he’d gotten you, almost drowning for a moment

♬ once finally outside of the water, drenched and shaking, you’d made your way to the willow only to find that animals had attacked your basket and most of the food was either scattered or gone

♬ needless to say that Zen was devastated

♬ his perfect date had fallen apart completely, despite all his efforts

♬ as you saw him pout at the remains of the food he’d prepared for you two, you felt your heart swell

♬ God, you loved that idiot so much…

♬ you took his hand and pulled him towards the blanket anyway

♬ the stuff that wasn’t usable you threw away together, but the entire time you smiled

♬ frankly, as long as you two were together, you were happy

♬ you two sat down together, cuddling up against one another, mainly for warmth

♬ he used the blanket to wrap around the two of you, instead sitting on the soft grass

♬ luckily some of the fruit were saved, as they’d been in harder to open boxes

♬ you took one of those and held it out for Zen, smiling at the other sweetly

♬ when he realized that you were still smiling, trying to make the best out of it even now by feeding him some fruit, all his sadness instantly melted away

♬ as he opened his mouth and accepted the strawberry you were offering, Zen knew

♬ he knew that he’d never loved someone like he loved you and that he never would again

♬ after that you moved from the shadows of the willow into the sun

♬ you laid down together, hand in hand, letting the warmth dry your body

♬ you threw a frisbee around for a while, played catch and hide and seek

♬ a man selling fish-shapes bread turned up a couple of hours later and you bought a couple

♬ you ate them as the sun went down, blue water turning back with the darkness

♬ you watched the stars for hours, sharing sweet kisses from time to time

♬ eventually you went home, made love and fell asleep in each others arms


★ Yoosung is a very attentive person

★ he never misses an opportunity to do something nice for you

★ he isn’t as overly sweet and romantic as Zen, not does he have the means to take you on expensive dates as Jumin might be able to, but he tries his best…he’s sweet, you know?

★ he always remembers birthdays and anniversaries, goes all out on Valentines day

★ sometimes he just likes to surprise you too, just for the sake of it

★ he thinks of you as his saviour, the one who saved him from himself

★ so, in an attempt to never let you forget how much he appreciates you, he planned a romantic date

★ while you were at work he’d used his free day to cook your favourite dinner

★ he put candles on the table, roses and the nice plates and all

★ he was just putting together the first plate when suddenly he heard the keys in the lock

★ you were an hour early and Yoosung panicked a little

★ he wasn’t quite ready yet!

★ not that you minded even in the slightest

★ when you entered the kitchen, smelling food, your breath got caught in your throat at the view

★ not only was the table beautifully set and the food smelled great but Yoosung look utterly adorable with his hair pushed back, cooking in his apron

★ you cooed and Yoosung blushed, nervously scratching the back of his head

★ he helped you out of your coat and hung it up for you while you chuckled with delight

★ he was just so cute when he tried hard

★ he lead you to the table, pulled back the chair for you, even spread a little napkin on your lap

★ when he put the finished plate before you it looked and smelled divine

★ he’d become an even better cook over the last couple of years so you knew you were in for a treat

★ you also smiled with glee as you realized it was your favourite meal

★ he watched you take the first bite, smiling with excitement

★ thats when you grimaced, obviously struggling to swallow, and his face fell

★ what had he done wrong?

★ when he tried the food himself he found the answer

★ you’d told him a million times to label the sugar and salt, just in case, and he’d never listened

★ he accidentally switched them up and now everything was borderline vomit inducing

★ he didn’t even want to imagine what the cake tasted like…great

★ as you watched him hang his head your heart swelled with pride

★ you stood up and went to hug him from behind, pressing a kiss to his cheek

★ sadly, you had to toss everything away, but it was alright

★ you spend the rest of the evening cooking something nice together, brushing hips and stealing glances

★ as the candles has burned down you decided to cuddle up on the couch, plates on your knees

★ you ate while watching videos on YouTube, occasionally stealing from each others plate

★ soon the plates were abandoned, the two of you lying on the couch together

★ you weren’t fully asleep, but neither really awake

★ your head resting on his chest, Yoosungs arms wrapped around your figure

★ he brushed through your hair, smiling against your forehead contently

★ despite the date not having gone they way he thought it would, Yoosung learned valuable lessons

★ 1) always label sugar and salt
★ 2) the best moments aren’t the ones that are planned

★ when you really love a person you can do the most mundane things and they are still the best

★ “I love you.”

★ “Love you too, doofus”

★ and then you fell asleep 


♨ you two hadn’t had a free day in what felt like ages

♨ the work load was not half as exhausting as working for Jumin, but you still needed to unwind

♨ especially considering that even your ‘free days’ were often spend planning for the café

♨ sometimes re-decorating or something like that

♨ through all of the stress you’d never given up on Jaehee, never once complained

♨ you’d worked hard to make her dream come true and now she wanted to do something for you

♨ namely go on a short trip to the beach to relax and have some fun

♨ when the day finally came, Jaehee was prepared!

♨ She had three towels – just in case – a beach ball, a second bathing suit and set of clothes, enough food and cake to feed an entire army, a beach umbrella and liters of sunscreen

♨ since you only had one day, your trip started in the early morning hours

♨ that way you could use the entire day as well as avoid rush hour

♨ despite being quite exhausted herself, Jaehee insisted on driving

♨ this was all for you, so you should be relaxing from finish to start

♨ you offered multiple times to take over, but Jaehee refused every time

♨ eventually you fell asleep with your face pressed to the window

♨ Jaehee found it extremely endearing, saddened that she couldn’t take a picture

♨ when you finally arrived at the beach it was still relatively empty

♨ it gave you the time and space to choose a nice spot and build up everything

♨ you instantly wanted to go into the water, cool your overheated body

♨ Jaehee on the other hand decided to lie in the shade for a while, telling you she’d follow soon

♨ that’s when you got rid of the dress you’d been wearing, leaving you standing in nothing but the most adorable bikini Jaehee had ever seen

♨ she could feel her cheeks heat up, instantly putting on her sunglasses to hide at least some of her over the top reaction

♨ she watched you run to the water, so cheerful and happy, smiling to herself

♨ you played around in the water for a while, floated and swam while Jaehee watched

♨ she didn’t even notice how heavy her eyes had gotten when she was suddenly asleep

♨ it felt like mere seconds later that you were harshly shaking her awake

♨ she’d forgotten to put sunscreen on and while you’d been in the water having fun, not paying attention, she’d burned up to match the colour of a lobster

♨ you insisted that you go home right now, so you can take care of that horrible burn

♨ on the way back you were the one driving, hurrying just to get her home soon

♨ during the drive you put some of the ice packs on her skin or the now wet towel over her body

♨ once home you told her to lie on her back while you rubbed aloe vera all over her body, wherever she’d gotten burned

♨ after that you disappeared for a while only to return with liters and liters of milk

♨ Jaehee was extremely ashamed as you filled the entire bath with it and told her to get in

♨ she’d wanted to make this a nice day at the beach and instead she’d ruined it

♨ you didn’t mind at all, however, as you sat behind her and carefully rubbed in the milk into her back

♨ once she’d showered you’d put on Zen’s musicals and marathoned them

♨ you braided each others hair in your PJ’s and ate some unhealthy food you usually wouldn’t

♨ you even build a pillow fort together

♨ it isn’t quite the night Jaehee had planned, but neither of you has ever been that relaxed, so she calls the entire thing a win after all

♨ “Thanks for today.”

♨ “But I completely ruined the beach trip?”

♨ “I don’t care. As long as we’re together, I’m happy.”


♛ he knows better than anyone how hard it is to work all day long

♛ Jumin also knows the feeling of being on the verge of breaking down under the workload

♛ so when he notices the first traces of dark circles and tiredness he instantly has to do something

♛ you’ve been overworking yourself, between planning the party, helping Jaehee in her café, Yoosung’s clinic and even sometimes Jumin himself

♛ he’s expressed concern about that before, but you’d always brushed it off

♛ after all you wanted to help as much as you could and make everyone happy

♛ it wasn’t like you had a ‘normal’ job anyway, so why not?

♛ while he still didn’t have the heart to stop you, Jumin came up with something else

♛ he wanted to treat you to something relaxing, spoil you for a couple of days

♛ so he booked the two of you a nice wellness weekend at an expensive spa

♛ he’d been forced to keep it a secret for a while, as the place was rather booked, so the appointment he got wasn’t immediate

♛ but when he finally told you and got the brightest smile and kisses in return, he’d never felt prouder of himself

♛ that weekend you’d packed your things and made your way to the spa, eager to relax

♛ sadly, that didn’t quite out as there had been a mix-up and your spot had been given away

♛ Jumin immediately asked for another, but the next one was at least a month away

♛ he wanted to get angry and basically get everyone involved fired for this

♛ especially at how disappointed you looked because of their mistake

♛ but he knew that him getting angry and bossy made you sad, so the two of you took your leave

♛ he felt horrible for having put you through this, especially as you were strangely quiet on the drive home

♛ then a got an idea!

♛ maybe he couldn’t get you into that particular wellness spa, but he had the means to make the day just as relaxing at home

♛ so the second you got up to the penthouse he called a couple of people before turning his attention back to you and only you

♛ from that moment on he took control over your relaxation

♛ he ran you a bath with rose pedals and bubbles and hot water just the way you like it

♛ he gave you a full body massage and for all the things he couldn’t do – such as manicures, pedicures and even getting your hair done – he got professionals just for you

♛ they made you the dinner you wanted afterwards, which you enjoyed candlelit with classical music softly playing in the background

♛ it was a peaceful evening spent talking and laughing without a worry in the world

♛ Jumin even finished the day off by tugging you into bed himself

♛ he then set beside the bed and like the first night you’d slept in that penthouse he read to you

♛ it was your favourite book and even the original copy he’d gotten you

♛ his low voice soothed you even further, entire body relaxing into the mattress as he read

♛ eventually he laid down beside you, pulling you against his chest

♛ you hummed happily, cuddling up to your husband

♛ “I’m sorry todays plans were ruined.”

“Are you kidding? You taking care of me for the whole day was much better than any spa.”

♛ Jumin smiled then, once more reminded just how lucky he was to meet you

♛ he gently tilted your head up, pressing a kiss to your lips

♛ “I love you, darling. If you wanted, I would give you the world.”

♛ “I don’t want the world though, silly. All I’d ever want is right here beside me.”

♛ he held you until you fell asleep, heart swollen with joy


☼ Sevens idea of date night is quite different from what other people would consider

☼ he also isn’t really familiar with what most would consider 'romantic’

☼ it’s not something that has ever bothered you, as you yourself aren’t really hearts and flowers

☼ you like that most of the time your dates are fun and different

☼ that is until one of his bright ideas goes wrong again

☼ because you can be sure that generally you’re the one who has to clean up the mess afterwards

☼ like that one time he got arrested and you had to bail him out

☼ who would have thought that he’d take hide and seek so serious!

☼ The idiot broke into someones house for fucks sake!

☼ over time you’d gotten used to even that, though and generally it was fun to watch as his mugshots were taken every time

☼ you laughed a lot

☼ so, when he suggested something calmer this time you were surprised

☼ he said that he’d noticed how exhausting your dates were for you, so he wanted to do something you would enjoy as well; a games night in

☼ he’d gotten out cards, chess, multiple video – and boardgames

☼ Seven was ready and his excitement was contagious

☼ he’d ordered take out for the entire night, stocked up on PhD Pepper and Honey Buddha Chips and both of you had changed into your matching cat PJ’s

☼ the evening started nice enough

☼ you were cuddled up on the couch, beating each others asses at some first person shooters

☼ after that you stuffed yourself full while playing cards at the table

☼ he actually let you win a couple of rounds of chess, smiling to himself as you did your little victory dance only to put on an annoyed face once you looked at him

☼ he just loved how cheerful you were at even the smallest things

☼ then he suggested playing Twister and you should have known better

☼ Seven spends all day crouching in front of his computer, of course he’d suck at Twister

☼ actually, for a while it worked out

☼ since both of you were rather competitive, the two of you each gave your best

☼ it was a very intense round, which probably caused what happened after

☼ in an attempt to look cool and win the game Seven had attempted to do that 'cool lean-back thing’ from the Matrix

☼ sadly, he wasn’t quite as sportive as with a sudden cracking sound, Seven fell to the floor

☼ …and he couldn’t move anymore…fuck…

☼ the rest of the night was spent waiting in the ER for someone to fix whatever Seven had done

☼ by the time you got home the sun was about to rise

☼ so you suggested for the two of you to go up on the roof to watch

☼ as you set there, sharing a Honey Buddha Chips bag with your feet dangling off the roof, your head resting on his shoulder you suddenly burst into laughter

☼ “What are you laughing about?”

☼ “You, mainly, and all the bullshit you get yourself into.”

☼ “My, honey, thank you so much for your compassion.”

☼ “I drove your crying ass to the hospital, you have no right to complain. Anyway, what I was trying to say is…Seven you’re the weirdest dude I know and I love you for it. You’re unconventional, but I’d rather tell our grandchildren the extraordinary things that happen to us, all the adventures I get to have because I chose you instead of the typical guy taking me to wine and dine. Today was a great date night. Thank you”, you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek, causing him to blush

☼ “I’m glad we agree. I love you too…by the way.”


☀ when Saeran heard that there was a fair in town, he got excited

☀ the doctor had warned you that he might show certain childish behaviours due to all the trauma and loss of a normal childhood

☀ you didn’t see the problem though, as you found it extremely endearing

☀ he hadn’t smiled in such a long time so to see him beam…hell, you’d win him one of those life sizes plush bears at the throwing stand and more

☀ it was especially sweet to watch him struggle and stutter through his attempt of inviting you to a date on that particular fair

☀ of course you said yes, as you personally liked fairs too and would do anything to make him smile

☀ the fair was quite packed, but nothing both of you couldn’t handle

☀ he actually did win you a plush bear, although not a life sized one

☀ the two of you shared some cotton candy and even went to the ghost house together

☀ Saeran actually didn’t push you away when you clung to him and you were actually thinking he might have smiled, even?

☀ as the afternoon began to turn into evening and night Saeran suggest to go on the ferris wheel

☀ you were a little surprised, as it wasn’t really exciting and mostly what couples did together

☀ when you saw him blush you realized that he wanted to do that with you and you blushed as well

☀ you walked there side by side, silent and not touching but with rapidly beating hearts

☀ you got in and both enjoyed the view slowly showing itself to you

☀ until suddenly the wheel came to a rapid halt and didn’t continue to move anymore

☀ then the announcement followed that it was broken and they were working to fix it

☀ well…that was unfortunate

☀ the two of you looked at each other, eyes wide with shock but with nowhere to go

☀ you were at the top of the wheel, so there was really no option but to sit and wait

☀ for a long time things were very awkward

☀ both of you looked anywhere but each other and when you actually did steal a glance and your eyes locked both of your faces heated up and you quickly looked away

☀ there was a long silence as well, both of you staring outside of your respective window

☀ then Saeran sighed, shoulders sagging

☀ “This is not how I’d imagined our first date to go.”

☀ you understood what he meant, but you didn’t agree at all

☀ with a gentle smile you reached out, taking his hand into your to get his attention

☀ Saeran instantly looked up, locking eyes with you, wide and confused

☀ “I really loved this date so far. As far as first dates go, this is still one of my best if not the best one. Plus, we get to enjoy this beautiful view for much longer than any other couple so really, we’re lucky.”

☀ it wasn’t perfect, but it made Saeran smile

☀ you decided to switch from your side to his so you two were sitting next to one another

☀ there was still a silence and Saeran was a little stiff for a while, cheeks heated, eyes downcast

☀ until suddenly his hand inched closer and he tentatively laced your fingers together

☀ both of you were looking in opposite directions and yet both of you were smiling just the same

☀ you watched the sun set together and when it was replaced by starts you finally turned to look at each other again

☀ his eyes scanned over your face, coming to a halt on your lips

☀ he looked between them and your eyes, asking for permission

☀ you gave a quick nod and finally your lips met in a sweet, loving kiss

☀ you buried your fingers in his hair as his hands rested on his hips

☀ both of you were completely lost in the kiss, soon growing more confident and passionate

☀ you didn’t even notice when the wheel started to move again


📷 with V having gone completely blind, date possibilities were rather limited

📷 of course you could still go to dinner, but almost everything else was harder or near impossible

📷 even watching a movie in the cinema – the most basic date – was not really something you could do

📷 which was a shame, V knew, because you loved watching movies

📷 he used to love watching movies too, before he went blind

📷 that was when he heard about blind commentary for the first time

📷 you could’t watch a movie in the cinema, but you could watch one at home

📷 you’d done so much for the RFA and him, V thought that the least he could do was switch up your usual dinner dates for movies for once

📷 so, with a plan in mind he’d made his way to the nearest VideoWorld

📷 it had been quite a while since he’d last seen a movie, so V had made his way directly to the register to ask for some advice

📷 he wanted a movie that was romantic, popular and would make his girlfriend happy

📷 not that the guy behind the counter listened

📷 the second he’d seen the crane and realized the man in front of him was fully blind he’d decided to pull a little prank on him

📷 something neither his girlfriend nor him would forget for a long time

📷 with a smile in his voice he’d told him he’d be right back, returning with what he told V was 'The Notebook’, the best movie for dates

📷 V had thanked the guy, payed and made his way home

📷 he’d managed to get the DVD in and even ordered Pizza, drinks and ice cream to go with it

📷 when you finally came home he greeted you with a kiss, told you that he’d run you a bath and he’d wait for you to join him

📷 you thanked him, adoring how considerate and sweet your boyfriend was

📷 once you’d showered off the day and were warm and comfortable on the couch he handed you the remote for the DVD player

📷 you were surprised but he looked so happy and exited about it so you figured he’d gotten a DVD for the two of you to watch

📷 how sweet, he knew how much you loved movies

📷 however, when you pressed play it wasn’t The Notebook…not at all

📷 the cover showed two naked women caressing each other…amongst other things

📷 your eyes almost popped out of your head and you froze for a moment

📷 had V really chosen a porno?

📷 Then it clicked…V was blind so someone else must have chosen for him

📷 you quickly reached for the remote and tried to turn it off, but it was too late and the moaning and other obscene sounds started

📷 now it was V’s eyes widening, cheeks heating and swallowing loudly

📷 after a very, very awkward minute you finally managed to turn the damn thing off, sagging

📷 T-that wasn’t The Notebook, I take it?”

📷 bless V for his big heart, trust and innocence

📷 “No, honey, that wasn’t The Notebook. I guess someone tried to pull a prank. I’m sorry.”

📷 “I’m alright…I’m just sorry it ruined my plan for date night. I know going out with me isn’t easy and our options are limited so I really wanted to make you happy.

📷 “V…you make me very happy. It’s not about the dates. You show me how much you care every single day with every word and gesture. Not to mention that you’re trying to adjust yourself. I appreciate you even trying to do something like that for me. Thank you.”

📷 you kissed, smiling against each others lips

📷 …and maybe just maybe that special copy of The Notebook came in handy later that day after all

Musings about character arcs coming full circle in S7

I was recently rewatching 5X2 “Strangers” and subsequent episodes and I realized something about the character arcs that are finally resolving in S7. Basically the road map for several characters (5 characters) arcs is outlined when they walk into Father Gabriel’s church at the beginning of S5. Each character pauses at a specific area and focuses on something critically important to them and their development from S5 onward. I am putting these thoughts under a read more because it’s quite a bit of musing. 

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Bones... Thank You!

Starting this text it’s probably one of the biggest challenges that I’ve ever faced. And I want to start by saying that the reason I didn’t wrote anything on my #ThankYouBones posts it’s because I was waiting for this day.

There are so many reasons to be grateful for this show and not enough words to describe them. Bones has been, without a doubt, my safe haven throughout the last 9 years, and saying goodbye seems… wrong.

For me, 9 years of losses, of wins, of learning…  and the only constant in my life during all of those changes, was Bones. Bones was there.

Many of you already heard my story, and probably some of you are sick of it, but the reason I repeat it so many times, it’s because it reminds me of how Bones saved me, in so many different ways.

I don’t want to make this post about me, so I’ll try to be short:

I grew up without parents, they both died when I was 4 and 7, during the time I lived alone with my mom I suffered several kinds of abuse, and although I knew that she loved me, part of me couldn’t forgive her. I didn’t know that that was even possible. Then, when I moved in to my grandparent’s house, my grandpa got really sick with bones cancer, and my 10 year old innocent self wanted to help. That’s when Bones appeared.

One day back in 2008, I was watching Bones on my tv (here in Portugal “Ossos”), and initially I thought that it was a show related to bones diseases, as I kept watching it I realized it wasn’t what I thought, but by that time I was already caught.

The years went by, my grandpa unfortunatlly passed away, but I still kept myself watching Bones.

In 2011, I got really sick, I was diagnosed with a severe depression, anxiety, PTSD, and I was also struggling with self-harm and bulimia (ed)… I didn’t know how to deal with all of what I was going through, I was only 13 years old and my life seemed to be over… that’s when one of my doctors told me “I know that you love being home, so while you’re home, you have to distract yourself, watch a show, read a movie, anything” and so I did. Bones was already a HUGE part of my life back then, but in that moment something clicked, something inside of me said :

“Okay Bones, you didn’t appeared in my life to save my grandfather’s life, you appeared so you could save mine”

As in that moment if I was experiencing a panic attack, I would watch Bones, if I was severly depressed I would watch Bones, if I was happy I would watch Bones, and the list goes on and on.

I started to realize that one hour a week, I would feel completely free. Every Thursday, Monday, Tuesday (whenever the show aired) I would be so happy, like I’d never been sick.

By the end of season 5 I stopped watching the show on tv and started to watch it livestream because I couldn’t wait, and, still today, I wait until 2am for the show to be on. I still remember the excitment of watching Bones live for the first time, I was completely in awe.

While watching Bones I realized that I had many similarities with doctor Brennan, on a personal level, and watching her character growth, helped me grow. I started by forgiving who needed to be forgiven, just like Brennan did with Max, I started to believe that maybe love did existed, just like Booth proved to Brennan, I started to believe that maybe sometimes heart over head is the right choice, just like Angela always teached Brennan, I started to believe that even the smartest has to have some psychological advice sometimes, just like Sweets teached Brennan…

But for me, the most important thing that I learned from Bones is that, the darkest paths have the brightest futures. That saved my life. Knowing that there’s hope, that life is so good if we put effort on it. Temperance Brennan taught me that.

I grew up with this show, I grew up with B&B. I’ve seen the loniest people becoming family, I’ve seen love and I’ve seen faith. I’ve seen all of that everytime I saw Booth looking into Brennan’s eyes, or when they where simply walking down the street. I’ve seen all of that when they got married and when they had kids. I’ve seen all of that everytime they were doing the job they love or when they were protecting each other. I’ve seen a world full of possibilities thanks to this show, to this couple and to all of the characters. 

Bones became my only constant in life, my happiness, my light, my home. This is my home.

Bones gave me so many great memories that it’s phisycally impossible to write them all, but I remember watching 3x13 and just brusting into laughter with the carpet joke, I remember going nuts with Booth throwing Brennan into a wall on 4x19, I remember bawlling my eyes out on 5x01 after Booth calling Brennan baby, I remember falling even more in love with B&B after 5x16, I remember hearing “Make you feel my love” on 6x23, and that becoming my favorite song ever (what lead me to my favorite singer aka Adele, thank you Bones), I remember crying so hard on 7x07 that my neighbours came knocking on my door, I remember felling so hard out of my bed in 8x01 because of Booth finding Brennan, that I broke my toe, I remember screaming so hard at Pelant that I would get a soar throat, I remember making my best friend watch 10x01 with me because I thought I would die… there are so many memories…. I also remember being so excited to watch ALL of the interviews of David and Emily, I remember that everytime the bloopers came out I would make EVERYONE watch them, I remember screaming and jumping on top of my bed until I broke it when Hart Hanson, Pej Vahdat and Kathy Reichs answered me on twitter. And my favorite memorie of all… I remember the feeling I experienced when I did my Bones tattoos (my first ones).

I can’t thank enough to ANY of the people on this cast, people that make me feel blessed for knowing that their relationships out of the screen are what helped to built the perfect storyline. Because of them I am so proud to call this, my show.

I will never understand how can a show have so much power on somebody’s life to the point that literally saves it, but it does, so thank you Bones for making my life messy, and confusing, and unfocused and irrational and wonderful.

Bones also taught me that, there’s more than one kind of family. And I couldn’t end this text without saying THANK YOU to the people that became my family when I had none. And I do have to give a shoutout to @temperancebren because this girl really helped me so much and made our distance her bitch. Also a shoutout to @michaelaconlin because every liveblog I did I knew I could count on her “company” and finally, shoutout to @pookie—noodlin @imalwayscalmandobjective @like-you-it-makes-no-sense (talking to you has been amazing) @wellsbones @allowustofly @emm-doubleyou @daffodildaisyjupiter @bones-jeffersonian @cortexifansquint @jigsmave @peppernights , and many other people that allowed me to be their number 1 stalker.

Dear Boneheads (aka famiy), to you, I wish you happiness, love laugther, friendship, a prupose and a dance.

Thank you, and remember, this isn’t a goodbye, family is forever. And together I know that we will turn this pain, agony and overwhelming sadness a little bit more bearable.

Now, with my heart brusting out my cheast and with tears streaming down my face I tell you:

See you tomorrow. I love you.

“-The sun will come up and tomorrow is a new day.

-Two plus two equals four. I put sugar in my coffee and it tastes sweet. The sun comes up because the world turns. These things are beautiful to me. There are mysteries I will never understand, but everywhere I look I see proof that for every effect there is a corresponding cause. Even if I can’t see it. I find that reassuring

-And life is good again.”

 #ThankYouBones Week: Day 12 1 bones cast final thank you

I am ridiculous // James Potter x Reader

Words // 1240

Warnings // None, it’s literally just fluff

Summary // You’re playing the finale of the Quidditch season and James’s got a little surprise for you.

A/N Like I mentioned, it’s literally just fluff so enjoy! It’s my first time writing James so it might feel a little OOC

Originally posted by maraudingwriters

You were standing before your bed and sighed, it was the last game of the season and you and your house could become Quidditch champion of the year only if you were able to beat Slytherin, they were good, the best at least half of them would say. You and your team had been training for weeks on end it felt like, all of the trainings were hard but it was somewhat necessary to get the discipline into everyone. Still, you were no less anxious despite all the trainings that you had gone through which could be because it all depended on you, no matter how much you liked to deny it Quidditch almost always completely depended on having a good seeker and the one of Slytherin was marvellous.

“C’mon Y/N, the game is starting very soon and you still need to get a good breakfast down, can’t have you pass out on your broom.’’ Y/F/N said, s/he/they also played on the Quidditch team and were one of the chasers. You sighed but s/e/they dragged you along down the stairs. Once in the great hall you started to eat what Y/F/N had shovelled up your plate, slowly. In the end you managed to eat over half of it which was extremely surprising, considering all then nerves that were wrecking you inside.

Your team was nice, most of them wouldn’t be immediately okay if you lost but they also said that if they did it wasn’t all your fault which was somewhat nice to hear although it would definitely be partially your fault, as grabbing the snitch got your team 150 points it was kind of hard to not say it was your fault, although a few teams had lost even though they caught the snitch.

“C’mon, we’ve been training all week long and I’ve heard a few of them have minor injuries, we’ve got to win this, I mean we all know we’re the best team there is.’’ Your team captain said as a way to encourage your team, it was actually true. You heard a beater got their wrist sprained and one of their brooms got snapped just two days ago so they’re loaning one which wasn’t the same model which could make it harder.

“Also, if we don’t win let’s be honest we’re all going to be disappointed but sometimes you just lose, it’s human. And, we’ve already won last year so it isn’t like this has been our only chance.’’ She/He/They said and after that everyone got up and left for the pitch. Everyone was cheering, it was so loud you wondered for a second if you were going to go deaf, it was nice to hear so many people there to support but it also put more pressure onto you when it came to losing.

Everyone got up on their broom and with a loud whistle running through your ears the game begun.


You won the game. In the end it was 110-200, still it wasn’t the most amazing performance your team had ever set it was better than you had imagined with your nerves. The seeker was surprisingly bad, s/he/they seemed to be in their head most of the time and it seemed she/he/they forgot they were playing a Quidditch game, you didn’t mind it too much though as it made the game easier for you. Their chasers were absolutely amazing but at the same time the beater of your team fell from their broom in the middle of the game and your team had to get a quick replacement who had been sick for quite a long time so he was far from optimal. 

Once the whistle had rung that it was the end of the game everyone went to each other and started to congratulate each other whilst still being safe on their broom and not falling off. Surprisingly, another whistle came and everyone turned to face madam Hooch. 

“This has never been done before, don’t worry it doesn’t change anything to the game it’s a thing that has been very sweetly asked.’’ She pointed down to the ground and everyone looked at each other for a second before staring down to see who was coming, James Potter.

You and James had been together for a few years, two or three. At first he was an arrogant bastard but he got somewhat manageable ever since somewhere in the middle of third year or the start of the fourth year and because of the passion you two had for Quidditch it made you easy friends, especially now he was durable and not an idiot. 

“What are you doing?’’ You asked as you went over to him once you were at equal heights, he just grinned. You looked at your friend who was just as clueless as you were but as very tiny dots you could see his friends going just a bit crazy, just a bit.

“Hi.’’ He said and his whole voice echoed throughout the pitch, you were almost convinced you could hear it in the castle as well. “First of all, congratulations on winning, I knew you would.’’ He smirked and you were slightly temped to punch him.

“Now I’ve got a bit of bad news and good news. I imagine you’d like the good news first, the bad news kind of ties into that.’’ He announced and you furrowed your brow, you didn’t have a clue as to what either of them could be but you did start to feel worried something might’ve happened to your parents or something like that.

“The good news is quite long but it’s good so I’m sure you don’t mind.’’ He said, he sounded slightly nervous which was very much not like James, either way he came closer to you and cleared his throat. 

“I have and will always be a pompous arrogant asshole, many people will vow to say it’ll get me killed one day and who knows? Maybe it will, either way I’m losing track. We’ve spend exactly two years, eight months and six days together which is long for some people and very short for others.’’ You gave him a surprised look, you didn’t know it down to the day, you had a vague idea of somewhat longer than two years, still it was sweet of him.

“And we both know about all the dangers that are arising,’’ You solemnly nodded. “And because of that I decided I can’t wait any longer, especially if something could happen that would prevent me from doing this so we’re here, a Quidditch pitch. First place we met, you started shouting at me for being annoying.’’ The two of you laughed and you tuned out all the sounds other people made although it was mostly positive.

“I’m a ridiculous, man or boy? Depends, but I am ridiculous. Which is why I, James Potter am asking you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you do the honour of marrying me?’’ He smoothly pulled out a black velvet box which he opened, there was a ring inside. The ring was a silver band with a single diamond in your house colour. You laughed.

“Of course I will.’’ You two shared a quick kiss whilst a lot of people were shouting different things, the kiss was sweet and he slipped the ring around your finger, it was a perfect fit.

“Now the bad news is that you are a 1000% percent definitely mine and I’m not sharing you.’’ Everyone started laughing.

A Small Flame || Jungkook || Pt. 4

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt. 4 //

Word Count: 6056

Genre: dystopian/utopian!au, angst, drama

Summary: In this colorless world, her vision was painted with streaks of the rainbow whenever she saw him and that was enough to start a rebellion.

Y/N was woken bright and early by a scream, a few shouts, and then energetic laughter followed by the sound of footsteps. She blinked groggily towards the clock that sat beside the bed and looked at the clock. It was only eight o’clock.

The door to her room flew open and Jungkook peered his head in, “Y/N!”

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Waltz #2, Part 1

Castiel x Reader

A/N: A reboot of this series. I’m changing a few things and giving it the TLC it deserves.  Waltz #2 by Elliott Smith

Summary: You were finally slipping into a comfortable routine with the Winchesters, finding life in the bunker to be damn near perfect. That is until the day you met their angel friend, Castiel. Something is wrong, you feel an invisible pull toward the angel and you aren’t sure why. But are some questions better left unanswered? 

“I’m never gonna know you now, but I’m gonna love you anyhow.”

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James Olsen, Kara & james {part 1}
  • I find ridiculous that fans keep saying, that Kara being with Mon el makes her weak, or less of a feminist, since it's anything but that, because unlike James who took control of their somewhat romantic relationship, Kara took full control in her romantic relationship with Mon el.
  • See even though James was fully aware of Kara's crush on him (because it was obvious as hell to everyone with eye or good hearing) and he was fully aware of his growing feelings for her (yes not at the begging) but midway throughout the months/weeks he was with Lucy, despite his awareness of feelings for Kara, he still continued his relationship with Lucy while still at the same time continued to explore his feelings for Kara, he was CHEATING on Lucy.
  • cheating doesn't necessarily means kissing or having an actual affair with another person, by just knowing you have some romantic feelings for another person and continuing to explore it instead of distending yourself from that person (Kara) that makes you a cheater because continuing to spend more time with a person you have crush/feelings(while in a relationship with another person(Lucy)) will eventually lead to physical cheating.
  • Lucy moved to a new city just to be with James and he DOESN'T even appropriate what she did, DOESN'T even fully commit to the relationship like she was committing to it (yes because he has feelings for someone else, of course no one can control who they fall for) but what they can CONTOL is NOT hurting a decent person who they care about, (they were LIVING together for god sakes) even Win told him to just break things off with Lucy because it was NOT FAIR to Lucy to be strung along/lead on, yet despite that he still continued his relationship her, HURTING Kara and Lucy at the same time because he was leading Kara on as well.
  • It was just luck that this show is about feminism and supporting strong female characters because in any other show these two amazing strong women would have be turned against each other , they would have been at each other's throats over guy.
  • Kara was always like the shy nerd girl waiting on the jock (James) to reciprocate her feelings, she always acting awkward and nervous around him, lacking any confidence with him. just look at how their first kiss went down (before the mind control) she was nervous (in her own apartment, her home where she should feel safe and comfortable) so much so she had to reference/quote someone else (Barry's advice) just to get through it as she found it difficult to be honest to say what she's feeling with her own words, so she used someone's else words.
  • James always in charge when this relationship could become romantic, first he friend zoned Kara because he's in a relationship with Lucy while still giving her a bit of hope that there's something between them, second he wanted time and space from her (because of the red kryptonite thing), third he acted all jealous of Barry as if she's his or something and didn't like her clicking with another guy, and finally fourth when Kara "broke" things off with him (because she was going on a suicide mission to save the world) he again took charge to start things between them (by following the gift with a kiss, a gift of a picture where Kara finally saw how James sees her, a picture that made her a bit uncomfortable because she felt like he doesn't really see the REAL her, what he sees is the SHY, AWKWARD Kara who is squinting) without discussing/talking to her about her feelings or where they were at this point of their relationship, he just simply ASSUMED that they will just pick up from where/how they last left it, not really thinking about how they really left things, because how they left things between them was an almost something, how they left things before her mission was uncertainty especially on Kara's side.
  • so really all this bullshit about how being with Mon el makes her weak or less of a feminist check your facts because being with James did exactly that, it has made her feel uncomfortable, shy, awkward it was always on his terms while she just pained and waited for him to notice her or reciprocate his feelings for her while still helping him with his relationship and supporting it (which of course hurt her) she was treated like his back up, so when his relationship with Lucy ends he would already have someone else.
  • we got very lucky that neither of the women were mean/greedy, that despite this triangle, despite being both put in an awkward position by the same guy they rose up from that awkward place and appreciated each other as good people, as strong women and actually became friends because like I mentioned before in any other TV show they would have turned against each other INSTEAD of helping Kara in freeing Alex and J'onn J'onzz, Lucy would have just let them be taken to Cadmus just in spite, in any other TV show this would have taken a completely different direction and there would have been ship wars, and actually insulting and saying shit about one of these awesome women.
  • so please tell me again how Mon el made Kara "Weak" or less of a feminist?? because James is the one who made her weak and less of a feminist. Mon el is the one who made her more confidante in herself, who made her feel comfortabel in her own apartment, who let her take the lead/control of their relationship, something which I will discuss on my next post.
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anonymous asked:

what is it about spike that attracts lesbians??? ive met so many lesbians that like spike in particular and im wondering why that is.

I don’t think there’s anything about Spike that specifically attracts lesbians.  Some people like brooding, hero(ine)s with Dark Pasts; other people like straight-arrow Boy (or Girl) Scouts; others like snarky, wisecracking rogues.   I think that there are things about Spike that attract a certain segment of people in general, and some of those people are lesbians. Over the years, most of the people who’ve been surprised to find out I was gay were people who buy into the idea that Spike’s attraction lies entirely in the fact that James Marsters is good-looking, and therefore felt that all Spike fans should logically be hormonally addled straight woman (and possibly the occasional hormone addled gay man or bi/pan person.) 

I like Spike because his character arc in season 5 and part of S6 touches on questions of free will and what does ‘being good’ or ‘being evil’ mean which have interested me for decades.  And Buffy’s relationship with Spike is seasons 5/6/7 poses questions about personal desire vs. responsibility that have likewise interested me for a long time.  In S5/6, Spike pushes the boundaries of his universe, and I love that – one of the things that grabs me in a story is when the rules of a universe are tested to destruction.  Once he has a soul and is neatly confined within the Soul = Good/No Soul = Bad dichotomy again, Spike interests me far less as a character.  I retain a sentimental attachment to souled Spike because unsouled Spike mashed my narrative kink buttons SO HARD, but the more canon tries to build a wall between the two, the less interested I am.

(I think perhaps if I’d started watching the show earlier, I might have been more of a Buffy/Faith shipper, but I didn’t start watching until they were at each other’s throats.  And if I’d started watching later, I don’t know if I’d have shipped anyone at all.  I just happened to start watching at the perfect time to become a Spuffy shipper, and been stubborn enough to ride out the subsequent disasters for the ship.  I still like Buffy/Faith, I just can’t read a lot of it because so many Fuffy shippers bash Spike to hell and gone.  Which is ironic considering that the character dynamics of the two ships are damned near identical.)

There was quite a fad for a while for calling Spuffy a ‘queer het’ relationship, but the people who did that tended to be slash writers who were trying to come up with an excuse for why they wanted to write a het pairing so as not to damage their Cool Kid street cred.  As far as I could see, ‘queer het’ was just ‘ any story featuring a het pairing which doesn’t completely conform to stereotypical gender roles.’  Which is still just het.  As someone who spent some time in the closet back in the 80s, I do feel that there were some extremely painful parallels between some aspects of Buffy and Spike’s S6 relationship and a closeted gay relationship.  There’s some evidence that at least some of the writers were thinking about it that way too, particularly in the shooting script for Dead Things, in Tara and Buffy’s final conversation.  In that sense, I called it ‘queer’ a couple of times myself.  However, I probably wouldn’t do that today.  It’s an analogy of limited scope and usefulness, both because there are always problems in making analogies between real-world minority groups and supernatural critters, and because there are a lot of other factors in S6 that are more important.   

And yeah, one of the things I like about Spike and Spuffy is that the relationship doesn’t conform to stereotypical gender roles, and Spike is not just fine with that, he revels in it.  But that’s hardly exclusive to lesbian Spike fans.

So the tl;dr answer to “Why do lesbians like Spike?” is “The same reasons anyone else likes Spike, Anon.”

Baby New Year

Author: revwinchester

Summary: The reader experiences her first New Year’s Eve in the bunker and has some important news to share with her boyfriend Sam.

Pairing/Characters: Sam Winchester x (Pregnant!)Reader, Dean Winchester, other hunters mentioned

Word Count: 1100 (on the nose!)

Warnings: fluff, pregnancy

A/N: This was written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s Kari’s New Years Quickie Challenge.  I had so much fun with the Christmas Quickie that I had to play again.  This time, I chose Sam x Reader and the prompt Pregnancy.

Baby New Year - 

Over the past month, you had learned that Christmas was basically like any other day in the bunker.  Sam and Dean hadn’t really celebrated the holiday since they were kids, with the one exception, they told you, being the year Dean was destined for Hell.  You had expected the next week to be another quiet night in the bunker looking for cases, having dinner together, maybe watching a movie, and then settling into bed with Sam but it turned out that you couldn’t have been more wrong.

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My love, my life, my always.

REQUEST: Omg so I really really REALLY love your writing and I was wondering if by chance and when you have time, to maybe write a blurb or something about Harry not really liking PDA and Y/N is comfortable with that, but there are articles out saying how their relationship is about to be over and Y/N never usually pays attention and she finds herself a bit hurt by it, with maybe a little argument but lots of fluff at the end?? Thank you in advance if you do this! have a great day xxxxxx

I literally sat down & wrote this all in one sitting after receiving this prompt because it gave me all the feels. Hope you like it, beauty. Much love. xo

You and Harry had been dating for about six months now.

You had met completely by chance. You were spending the weekend in LA with one of your old friends and he happened to be there. All you did was walk up to him and ask for a picture—a picture turned into a conversation, a conversation turned into drinks, drinks turned into lunch the next day, and the two of you just…took off.

You never expected to fall in love with each other. Yeah, you were a fan and you loved him like any other, but you weren’t expecting him to love you back. You didn’t think that he would look at you, the high strung little human being that you were, and say “hey, I’m in love with this girl.” Not when he could choose basically anyone he wanted.

And then there were the things that you didn’t expect.

For example, as soon as you two became public at about four months, there was an absolute uproar.

You weren’t the slimmest of people. There was pudge on your belly and stretchmarks on your hips, there was absolutely no thigh gap in between your legs, and you were incredibly insecure about your arms. For the most part you felt beautiful and good about yourself, but as soon as you and Harry became public people began looking for things to tear apart.

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