Cat Stereotypes

Context: Our party is exploring a cavern and finds hole that drops down 30 ft. Our party discusses how to get down safely.

Tabaxi Monk (ooc): Well I have slow fall so I should just be able to jump down, right?

DM: Sure, So you see (Monk) just jump strait down without any warning

Our dwarf fighter, (ooc): I go see if he lands on his feet.

Monk (ooc): I do

Fighter: I knew it

Monk (who is tired of the tabaxi racism): Sighs*

Rest of the party: Giggles*

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Originally posted by jeonbase

“Less talking. More fucking. Yeah?”

Part 1 | Part 2

3.4k, smut, jungkook/reader, friends with benefits au (+ college + fuckboy)

Jeon Jungkook is a fuckboy through and through. If you look at all his social media photos, all you see are countless images of him sandwiched between two girls, his muscular arms wrapped around their shoulders. Two different girls in each picture, never the same. Most of the photos are dark, dimly lit party scenes with the flash in their eyes, but sometimes there are filter-saturated beach pictures in which Jungkook’s shirtless and hugging girls in bikinis.

(Quite frankly, at times you weren’t really sure who to be jealous of: Jungkook or the girls. Both looked really fucking good. But it’s not like you were really Instagram stalking him and actually cared about his pictures or anything. Totally not.)

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His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow // SHAWN MENDES

My black dress hung to me like a second skin as Shawn, dressed in a matching black suit, and I walked through the doors to where there was an engagement party for my best friend. 

“Thanks for coming again, I know you’re tired,” I say swinging our entwined hands. 

“You’re welcome sweetie,” Shawn says kissing my forehead as we wait for the lift. In a few minutes the doors were opening to the top floor where the party was being held.

“Jasmine!” I call when I see her, running as fast as my heels could take me to where she stands with her fiance Mark.

She squeals when she sees me. “Y/N” she hugs me before pulling back, noticing Shawn. “And you brought Shawn” Jasmine leans over to hug him who previously just shook hands with Mark.

“Its so beautiful here,” I comment, admiring the room that’s decorated with black and white balloons and streamers- the theme for the party.

“It turned out so well,” Jasmine says grinning at me widely.

Just then, another couple arrived walking through the lift doors.

“I’ll let you greet them and Shawn and I can go get drinks,” I say hugging her one last time. 

“Awesome can you grab me a chardonnay?” she pleads.

“Sure,” I giggle before grabbing Shawn’s hand and tugging him to the bar. 

“Can I get two Chardonnays and a beer please?” I ask the bartender who nods, grabbing the glasses.

I turn to look at Shawn whose already starring at me. 

“What?” I ask, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“Nothing, you just look beautiful,” He says smiling as my cheeks heat. 

“You already said that in the car,” I say, unable to stop grinning. 

“Can’t I tell you again?” He says, his hand resting on my hip. 

I roll my eyes. “Knock yourself out,” 

“Two chardonnays and a beer,” The bartender says placing the drinks on the ledge. 

“Thanks,” I say grabbing the two wine glasses. “I’m going to give this to Jaz, be right back,” Shawn nods smiling at me.

I stand still for a second, not tearing my eyes away from Shawn’s who seems just as stuck as I. 

“Drinks?” he murmurs, leaning forward till his nose brushed mine and his body was pressed against me.

“Right,” I squeaked, racing off but not before turning to look back to Shawn, his dark eyes still locked on mine.

“Jaz here,” I say once I reached her, passing her the glass.

“Thanks Y/N” she says gratefully. “Thanks for coming tonight,” she adds.

I shake my head, “No problem, I wouldn’t have missed this for anything,” 

“I can’t wait until you and Shawn have an engagement party,” She giggles.

“Jaz!” I say looking away, my cheeks still red from before. 

“Oh come on! We all know its going to happen” She protests laughing. “No one so held over heels for each other like you and Shawn are not going to end up together,”

“We’ll see,” I say softly, taking a sip of the wine. 

Her eyes look behind me, “Shoot Mark’s parents are here, you know how they are, sorry y/n” she rests a hand on my arm.

“Don’t worry I get it,” I say laughing pulling her into a hug. “Go knock em dead,” I cheer and she laughs, going to meet them. 

I sigh. Yeah, I wanted to get married to Shawn but would he want to marry me? Would we even last- Shawn touring a lot of the year. What if we wanted to start a family? It would never be a stable environment for the child with Shawn gone most of the time.

“Has anyone told you that you look beautiful tonight?” a voice pulls me out of the day dream. A man, few inches shorter then Shawn, with blonde hair smiles at me.

“Yeah, actually a few minutes ago,” I say smiling. 

“Wasn’t a smart move to let you leave him then,” the guy says smirking. I begin to feel uncomfortable, shifting on my feet. 

“He didn’t really let me-”

“I’m Simon- and you are?” He asks putting his hand forward for me to shake. Well then. 

“I’m Y/N,” I say trying not to grimace. 

“Beautiful girl, beautiful name,”

“Look I better go, my-” I try to say but he cuts me off again.

“I think you should stay, lets chat for a bit,” He says, grabbing my hand to pull me back, tilting his head. 

“Thanks but no-” 

“So who are you to the lucky couple,” He asks smiling, showing off his perfectly white teeth.

“Soon to be wife’s best friend,” I say, voice lack of emotion. 

“Cool, cool,” He nods, taking a sip from his glass. Out of the corner of my eye I see an angry figure make his way towards us. Shawn.

Guess I’ll see you at the wedding then?” He asks looking hopeful.

“I think not,” Shawn says, pulling me into his side. 

“Simon,” I grin, “This is my boyfriend” 

“How you doing?” Shawn asks, his smile telling a different story to his eyes that were dark with anger. 

“Good man, look I better get a refill,” Simon says and before we can even reply he’s gone.

“How dare he?” Shawn says lowly. “My girlfriend, who does he think he is?” he slams his cup onto the table, some of it sloshing out the side. 

“Shawn, calm down, he’s gone,” I say placing one hand on his arm, rubbing softly, trying to calm him down. 

He exhales, “He had no respect for you, I mean, you told him to fuck off like 10 times but it just made him try harder. His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow,” 

I can’t help but giggle. “Aren’t you just one big protective boyfriend?” I tease. 

He glances at me, picking up his beer again before looking back at Simon who stands across the room, now talking to a group of men. So much for a refill.

“I hate him,” he states. I wrap one arm around his waist, leaning into his side while one of Shawn’s arms rests across my shoulders. 

“Thank you,” I whisper in his ear trying to get his attention. 

“Mmm,” Shawn nods still death glaring Simon. 

“I bought a dog,” I say smirking at his concentration on death glaring. 

Shawn nods again.

I leave a few seconds silence, the chatter in the room being all we can hear. 

“I want to get married,” 

“Yeah completely,” Shawn takes a sip of his drink.

“We better get married soon though because I’m pregnant and I want to look slimming in my dress-” Shawn coughs, beer dribbling down his chin a little.

“Oh my gosh, Shawn,” I laugh, grabbing a napkin from the table and passing it quickly to him.

“What do you mean you’re pregnant?” He says, voice raspy.

“I’m not- just wanted to see if you were listening,” I grin. He rolls his eyes.

“Guess that means you don’t want to get married either,” he says pulling me close to him, wrapping both arms around my waist.

“Probably not,” I giggle, both of us teasing the other. 

“And to think I bought this with me tonight,” Shawn pauses, pulling a small box out of his coat pocket, opening it up to show a diamond ring that glitters when the light caught it.

My jaw dropped. 

You Heard Me... Take It Off

Drabble Game #18… Yoongi - Smut


Originally posted by bwiseoks

“I was hoping you’d come find me,” he smirked as you peered your head into his bedroom.

“Yoongi… Why’d you disappear? Everyone is here to see YOU after all,” you scolded, shutting the door behind you.

“I’m bored with them. It’s you I want to see, baby”.

His signature ice cold, menacingly mysterious demeanor was in full swing as he sat on the edge of his bed, eyeing you up and down. He paid special attention to the way your dress hung drastically off your shoulders.

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word count: 2270

a/n: this is a collab with @versigny and a couple other authors! also, this is my first time writing for another group, so please go on easy on me ( ´△`)

|| What starts with F and ends with Uck?

> Fratboy! Mark [NCT]


Originally posted by asilentkkaebsong

Y/N had never really been to a party, let alone one held at a mansion as expensive as this. There wasn’t as many people as she anticipated, but that wasn’t a problem at all. Whoever owned this house must’ve had some sort of trust fund – marble floors with columns holding up the second floor paired with an east and west wing.

How luxurious.

There was even an indoor – and heated – swimming pool in the back. Some people had gone to the back to drink and wade in the water. Y/N had been dragged to this party by her group of friends, but at the same time, she wanted to experience a nice house party at least once in her life.

It was obvious who ran this party – they all wore similar styles of clothing and everyone seemed to fawn over them. Y/N could only recognize a few, like the blond boy named Mark and his friend Johnny. It was rare to see the group of boys ever separate. The lights were dimmed and the music was loud, the crowd of people in the first floor just swaying and mingling. The signature red Solo cup was in almost everyone’s hands – everyone except Y/N.

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shipping aesthetic masterpost :)

aries ships

aries x aries: warm red; hungry first kisses; mini-dress wedding; taking shots together; childish arguments; playing video games

aries x taurus: luscious magenta; passionate make outs; personified vows; sexy dancing; unnecessary jealousy; days out at the fair

aries x gemini: bright orange; love bites; outdoor marriage ceremonies; drunk laughter; sassing each other; buying a pet dog together

aries x cancer: deep peach; caresses edged with yearning; crying over the vows; brutal advice; make-up sex; over-the-top snuggling

aries x leo: shiny gold; teasing kisses; massive wedding cakes; wild nights out; angry social media posts; competitive sports

aries x virgo: elegant black; tender make-outs; the first dance; yelling silly things and drunk-laughing; calming massages; little contests

aries x libra: lurid pink; lip biting; massive wedding dresses; amazing dancing; passionate apologies; bouquets of roses

aries x scorpio: intense crimson; dirty talk; tango music; really skimpy clothes; crying-shouting; cuddles that turn into make outs

aries x sagittarius: glittering bronze; second base; laughing through vows; silly dancing; poke wars; spontaneous adventures

aries x capricorn: rich maroon; impassioned disrobing; bows and curtsies; tugging at ties; let’s-calm-down-faces; tipping the chess board

aries x aquarius: sunny yellow; neck kisses; really weird music; making cocktails; hand-holding; under table kicks

aries x pisces: pale rose; playing with hair; tears of joy; “YES LET’S DO THAT OMFG”; arguing over who’s hotter; swimming

taurus ships

taurus x taurus: seaweed gold; yearning make outs; weddings; sneaking out to meet each other; ‘you’re all mine’; lots of pets

taurus x gemini: baby yellow; butterfly kisses; running around outside; fingernails scraping down backs; tongues sticking out; petting random dogs

taurus x cancer: pure white; the first time; romantic proposals; making out in school; crying all over each other; chocolate

taurus x leo: shining copper; third base; over-the-top weddings; drunk dancing; ‘no I’ll pay!’; Valentine’s Day

taurus x virgo: delicate green, respectful kisses; tea parties; giggling way too much during sex; wiping each other’s eyes; reading together

taurus x libra: warm pink; quick hugs; sentimental declarations of love; foot massages; yelling then cuddling; dinners out

taurus x scorpio: wine red; sex; vows of forever; highly sexually flirtatious dancing; screaming; champagne

taurus x sagittarius: soft khaki; trails of love bites; dancing in the rain; doing drugs together; ‘i still love you’; festivals

taurus x capricorn: elegant bronze; gently grazing teeth; hands squeezing tight; late night walks home; passionate anger; movie fests

taurus x aquarius: lurid aqua; biting; laughing so hard you can’t breathe; taking shots together; angry tweets; video games

taurus x pisces: powder blue; excessive cuddling; twirls; giggling; sobbing in each other’s arms; buying a puppy

gemini ships

gemini x gemini: bright orange; lip biting; killer high heels; sexy dancing whilst very drunk; inventive insults; reading magazines

gemini x cancer: pale tan; butterfly kisses; laughing-crying; sneaking out at midnight to meet each other; over-dramatic arguments; playing with hair

gemini x leo: shimmering gold; showing-off make-outs; socialites; mixing drinks; arguments that turn into sex; rolling in the grass

gemini x virgo: satin grey; holding hands; 20th century style wedding clothes; sexy dancing; snapping; cats

gemini x libra: hot pink; kink; old-fashioned girl band music; dancing the night away; sassy insults; extravagant, flamboyant gifts

gemini x scorpio: shocking black; love bites; intense eye contact; vodka; secrets; writing together

gemini x sagittarius: warm peach; hugs that turn into kissing; the first dance at a wedding; taking shots together; crying; walking the dog

gemini x capricorn: steely grey; lips brushing fingers; the MPDG archetype; laughter; ‘no, I’ll pay’; reading together

gemini x aquarius: lurid turquoise; hand-holding; adventures; weird drinks; ‘i do SO love you’; conspiracy theories

gemini x pisces: candyfloss violet; sweet, tiny kisses; cropped pannier skirts; stamping on cigarettes in high-heels; red eyes; flowers

cancer ships

cancer x cancer: rainy blue; lovingly tender make-outs; wedding dresses; long, sensual baths; ‘it’s gonna be okay’; dancing together to ‘our song’

cancer x leo: breath-taking gold; slow sex; laughter; music; shouting that becomes crying; cheating at Scrabble

cancer x virgo: elegant grey; hand kisses; bows and curtsies; long-term relationships; love letters; walks in the snow

cancer x libra: peachy pink; soft cuddles; strawberries; helping each other with appearance; cloud watching; the first day of spring

cancer x scorpio: deep maroon; hands clawing at each other; heels; taking drugs; passion in love and anger; rain

cancer x sagittarius: honey bronze; light make-outs that become more intense; road trips in a storm; smoking and dancing; tears; ‘forever’

cancer x capricorn: stunning white; hungry kisses; ‘unconditional’; walks in the woods; little white lies; help with homework

cancer x aquarius: lurid aquamarine; hand-holding; skipping; mixing drinks; bitch slaps; playing video games together

cancer x pisces: sweet silver; Valentine’s Day poetry; dancing in the rain; tripping for the first time; playing the victim; endless cuddles

leo ships

leo x leo: marigold yellow; tiny, gentle kisses; the sun; really loud music; unnecessary jealousy; walking the dog

leo x virgo: fresh green; ‘can I kiss you now?’; tea dresses; amazing dancing; telling jokes to stop them crying, cassettes

leo x libra: pop pink; PDA; weddings; pink champagne; really terrible insults; slow-to-fast dancing

leo x scorpio: burned bronze; sexy time; vodka; cigarettes; deep and laboured breathing; running really fast

leo x sagittarius: vibrant orange; love bites; dancing and skipping; high-heeled shoes; red faces; travelling the world

leo x capricorn: golden brown; passionate make-outs; warm, rich, slow laughter; slow breathing in darkness; shouting; painfully wide smiles

leo x aquarius: vivid indigo; scratching fingernails; raised eyebrows; drugs; excessive hiccups due to inebriation; giggles

leo x pisces: pretty peach; hair-twirling; full, lacy skirts; walking home late at night; wiping away the tears; just snuggling together

virgo ships

virgo x virgo: soft ivory; light kisses; wedding clothes; bright light; insults that make you go ‘ouch’; constructive criticism

virgo x libra: pastel cream; caressing hands; veils; carefully mixing drinks with exactly the right amounts; apologies; flowers

virgo x scorpio: classic black; biting; elegant outfits; cigarette smoke; viciousness; meaningful eye contact

virgo x sagittarius: rich tan; romantic make-outs; bouncy clothes; flat shoes; really terrible insults; buying a dog together

virgo x capricorn: honey gold; single passionate kisses; formalities; ‘oh my god this is so BAD of us’; arguing then make-up sex; homework help

virgo x aquarius: pastel green; finger-drumming; nail polish; really weird drugs; intellectual debates; ‘ewwwww’

virgo x pisces: delicate pink; the tiniest of kisses; flower posies; staying in; ‘I will never, ever, ever, ever hurt you’; teddies

libra ships

libra x libra: soft gold; sensual hugs; baths with rose petals in them; sexy dancing; passive aggressiveness; listening to music

libra x scorpio: deep rose; sex; lipstick; lots and lots of alcohol; trying really hard not to cry; very sexual flirtation

libra x sagittarius: pastel yellow; unexpected kisses; eye shadow; high heels; ‘we’re not fighting are we?? are we???’; silly dancing

libra x capricorn: pure white; massages; neat bedrooms; everyone’s looking at them; well crafted debate points; going to art galleries together

libra x aquarius: baby blue; fiddling with hair; bright lights; taking shots; ‘you did NOT just say that’; shitty video games

libra x pisces: warm peach; kisses that leave lip gloss stains; ducklings; being good; sniffling; cuddling with pets involved

scorpio ships

scorpio x scorpio: intense scarlet; unexpected sex; black satin; nights out at clubs; the silent treatment; making out to loud music

scorpio x sagittarius: rich gold; hickeys; steam-punk; sneaking out; distracting the other from anger with kissing; exercising together

scorpio x capricorn: classic tan; dishevelled chaise lounges; wood; grinding cigarettes under high-heels; rage; good food

scorpio x aquarius: shocking ebony; biting; metal furnishings; mixing drinks; amazing insults; take-outs

scorpio x pisces: deep navy; warm, soft kisses; a single flower; drugs; trying really, really hard not to get angry; nervous PDA

sagittarius ships

sagittarius x sagittarius: orange tan; just making out in general; fabric; elopement; excessive swearing; dancing to amazing music

sagittarius x capricorn: golden bronze; familiar yet intense kisses; vases; alcohol; ‘no I’M right’; watching TV

sagittarius x aquarius: bright purple; lipstick marks in weird colours + places; not getting married; shitty insults; poke wars

sagittarius x pisces: gentle violet; the first kiss; brightly coloured fish; weird drinks; third base; walks with the dog in the park

capricorn ships

capricorn x capricorn: coffee chocolate; sensuality; correcting one another’s formal outfits; cigarette smoke; ‘oh, really’; brilliant cakes

capricorn x aquarius: royal blue; small hickeys; going bird-watching; shitty old video games; heated debates; ‘we’re never bad’

capricorn x pisces: dolphin grey; second base; marriages; ‘you love me right?’; comforting each other; cuddling

aquarius ships

aquarius x aquarius: shocking orange; messy first kisses; building things together; taking shots; endless hypothesising; being way too competitive

aquarius x pisces: neon blue; laughing sex; original wedding ideas; cocktails; ‘this isn’t arguing’; old music players

pisces ships

pisces x pisces: delicate turquoise; third base; aquariums; tripping in heels; silly arguments that end in crying and cuddling; teddies

Nervous ♡ Grayson

Request: ‘‘Can you write a Grayson imagine about the first time he meets his girlfriends parents?‘’

Response: Thank you for your request!! I enjoyed writing it :) and as always it got a little longer than expected, (and also a little smutty), but oh well ;) enjoy xxx

Warning: English is not my native language, so if there are any vocabulary/grammar mistakes, please ignore them. I try my best :)

‘Honey, I think it’s time that we meet your boyfriend… Gr… Garison was it, right?’ your mom asks, while she switches channels. Your mom and dad were laying on the couch, watching television. ‘Grayson, you mean,’ you correct her and roll your eyes. ‘Yeah, Grayson. See, I don’t even know his name. It’s about time that we see what he looks like,’ your mom says.

‘Your mom is right. And of course we have to see if he’s good enough for you,’ your father adds. ‘Of course he is good enough for me,’ you say, a little indignant. ‘He is amazing. You guys will love him, I promise.’ ‘I guess we’ll see if that’s true. Invite him for dinner tonight,’ your father says.

It’s lunch break. You’re walking through the school, looking for Grayson. You see him standing by his locker, grabbing the books he needs for his next class. He’s wearing your favourite black T-shirt. It’s the one you sometimes wear when you spend the night with him, and, as usual, forget to bring a clean one.

‘Hi Gray,’ you greet him while you kiss him on his cheek. His face lights up when he sees you and he gives you a kiss back. ‘Hey, baby,’ he says. ‘You look so good,’ you whisper while you move your lips to his ear, causing him to shiver a little. ‘And you also smell very nice. Is that your new scent you’re wearing?’ He turns his body so that he can look at you while he raises an eyebrow. ‘What’s going on here?’

You pull back, a little surprised. ‘What do you mean? Can’t a girl give her boyfriend a compliment?’ He laughs and puts his hands on your waist. ‘Of course she can, but we both know that there’s more to this.’ You give him a mysterious smile. ‘Oh?’ ‘You only give me a compliment right when I meet you when you have bad news. To put me in a good mood,’ he explains. ‘Remember that time when you had to tell me that you couldn’t come to Ethans party?’

You giggle while your cheeks turn red and you look at your shoes. ‘Yeah…’ He lifts your chin so that have to look at him. ‘Well?’ Grayson asks curiously. He gives you that smile that you just couldn’t resist. Here goes nothing, you think. ‘You have to meet my parents. Tonight. We’ll have dinner together.’

Grayson frowns and his eyes go wide. ‘Y/N! You’ve got to be kidding me.’ ‘I wish I was,’ you sigh. ‘You know how bad I am with meeting people. Meeting fans kind of freaks me out sometimes,’ Grayson laughs nervously, realizing he just told a little secret. You thought it was cute. ‘Come on, Gray. You are the best boyfriend a girl can wish. And my parents will think so too,’ you try to cheer him up. ‘Please. You have to meet them eventually,’ you say with a little smile. He sighs deeply while he puts an arm around you. ‘Alright then. But just for you,’ he says. You giggle an entwine his fingers with his, laying your head on his shoulder. ‘You’re the best.’

You pull the door open and close it behind you. ‘Gray! Where are you?’ you shout while you stand in the hall. No answer. When you listen closely you hear music coming from the highest floor. You follow the sound and walk up the stairs. Then you see that the bathroom door is a open, so you walk towards it and peek around the corner. You see Grayson stand in front of the mirror. ‘Hey babe,’ you say while you walk in and lean against the wall.

‘Hi Y/N,’ he says. Grayson turns around and points a finger towards his hair. ‘Look at this!’ he cries out, a little panicked. You look at it, and don’t see something that’s worth worrying about. It even looks better than normal. ‘It looks great,’ you say simply. Grayson sighs and clenches his jaw. You didn’t know why, but it turned you on when he did that. ‘No, it doesn’t. I re-did my hair like three times now, but it just doesn’t turn out the way I want to,’ he says, frustrated.

You walk towards him and stroke with your hand through his soft hair a couple of times. You notice that he had dyed it again, probably just for this evening. ‘There. Now it looks perfect,’ you say with a smile, taking a step back. He looks in the mirror and blinks. ‘Yeah, it actually does.’ You laugh and grab his hand. ‘We really have to go now, baby. Come on. We don’t wanna be late.’

‘But what if I say something really stupid? Or do something really stupid? Or what if-‘ Grayson says while you walk hand in hand towards the door of your house. ‘Graaay,’ you say, a little irritated. ‘You are gonna be just fine. Just act how you normally do, and everything we’ll be okay.’ You try to calm him down while you rub with your thumb over his hand. Grayson sighs and looks at you with a nervous frown on his forehead. God, he was so sexy when he did that.

You ring the doorbell while Grayson holds your hand. In the other one he holds a bouquet of flowers for your mom. He insisted on getting them because he ‘’wanted to make a good first impression.’’ You couldn’t stop giggling when he said that. Could he get even cuter?

‘So, Grayson, what are your hobbies?’ your mom asks Grayson, while she takes a bite of her food. Grayson swallows and puts his cutlery down. ‘I like skateboarding, and ehm… I also love to travel. And I also make videos with my twin brother, Ethan,’ he adds. ‘Videos? What kind of videos?’ your father asks curiously. You see Graysons eyes flicker from your mom to your dad, and you notice he’s getting nervous again. You grab his hand under the table, stroking with your thumb over his shaking hand. He squeezes it gently.

‘Well, all kind of videos actually, but mostly funny ones, like challenges. We just like making people laugh, so it’s kind of meant to be entertaining,’ he chuckles. Your mom and father look amused. After a while of eating and talking it’s quiet. You get the feeling that your parents are beginning to like Grayson. Not that that surprised you, of course. You secretly expected that they would like him, but it still made you happy that they accepted him.

While everything is going well, you see that Grayson is getting more relaxed the more he talks. You look at him and can’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach. He was just perfect.

‘Grayson, could you please pass me the water?’ your mom asks, when you guys are done eating and just talk for a bit. ‘Yes, of course,’ Grayson answers politely, but when he grabs the water, the unexpected happens. The bottle slips out of his hand and the water flows all over the table. The four of you immediately stand up to avoid getting wet, but it was too late.

Graysons mouth falls wide open. ‘Oh – oh my gosh – I’m so sorry -  I didn’t –‘ he stutters. Your mom chuckles a little. ‘Don’t worry about it, it’s just water. I’ll clean it up,’ she says. Graysons cheeks turn red and he strikes uncomfortable with a hand through his hair. ‘Okay… I’m so sorry,’ he apologizes again. ‘It’s fine,’ your mom smiles while she walks to the kitchen to get something to clean it up.

Grayson looks at you, and you’re trying not to laugh by biting your lip. Poor Grayson. ‘Is it okay if we go upstairs and watch a movie?’ you ask. ‘Sure,’ your father answers. You grab Graysons hand and he silently follows you.

You are sitting on your bed while Grayson walks through the room, worrying. It is quiet for a moment. ‘I can’t ever face your parents again. Ever. That was so embarrassing,’ he says eventually. ‘Babe, what are you talking about? It was just an accident!’ you say, not believing that he could worry about such a little thing. Grayson stops walking and looks at you with his hands in his hair.

‘Yeah, but it was just SO stupid. If I just had paid more attention to what I was doing…’ he says with a frown. You let out a small laugh. ‘What’s so funny about this, Y/N?’ Grayson asks, becoming a little frustrated. ‘Come here, baby,’ you say with a soft smile. Grayson sighs, but walks towards you. You push him gently onto the bed, so that he lays with his back on your bed and his head on the pillow.

You crawl on him and rest your head on his chest, looking at him. ‘They don’t care that you spilled that goddamn water. I know my parents and I could see that they like you. Trust me. Now get over yourself.’ You sit up straight so that you sit on his lap, with each leg next to his hip.

His arms lay under his head, supporting it so that he could look at you. You just wanted to touch his muscular arms. He smirks. ‘What?’ you ask. ‘God, I love you so much,’ he says and he also sits up straight. When you want to tell him that you love him too, he presses his lips against yours.

His lips were warm and soft. He slowly slides his tongue into your mouth, twirling it around yours. With one elbow he holds himself up, while the other hand is stroking your cheek, slowly trailing to your shoulder and then to your waist. You gasp while he pulls up your shirt, touching your cold skin with his warm hands.

He bites your lips and then kisses your cheeks, trailing down to your neck. He licks and bites, leaving marks on your skin. You close your eyes, enjoying the warmth of his hands. Your crotches were touching, and you could feel his bulge.

‘Grayson,’ you try to stop him, but his hands are everywhere. ‘Gray,’ you say again, and pull back reluctantly. ‘We can’t do this now. My parents are down stairs,’ you say, out of breath. He pulls back, with his hand still on your hip. His eyes are filled with lust, and you know what he wanted to do with you. He was just feeling horny. ‘Okay. Another time, then,’ he smirks. ‘I call it a date,’ you chuckle, giving him a last sweet kiss on the lips.

Too sober for this;

author’s note: FIRST IMAGINE thingy here no judging(english isn’t my first language i apologize in advance) but it was really nice writing this, just trying to make them all get the ending they deserve man

pls tell me what u think and send in requests! it’s short so yo

Originally posted by alchimiadicorpi

The smell of alcohol and smoke hit me the moment I got inside the house, making me wonder how the hell Jessica is going to get rid of this all until her parents get back. Entering the crowd of already wasted teenagers I made my way to grab a beer, noticing Clay sitting on the couch with Hannah next to him.

Smiling to myself, I took a sip and looked at the mess that was everywhere, not knowing if I mean how everyone slung over each other for balance or just the food and red cups that were sprawled everywhere.  “It’s nice seeing them finally together and not avoiding each other, right?” I heard a voice next to me, I chuckled.

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Night out with the Crows

“Inej, you are not wearing that!” Nina barged into Inej’s hotel room closet, where Inej held a knee length, loose, puffy black dress.

 "Yeah, I know, it’s horrible. But I don’t have anything else. I’m not really dressing up much on my ship,“ Inej said mournfully. “Life is easier when you live with a bunch of pirates and the only thing that matters is how well you can punch somebody.”

 "Ok, well, you’re lucky to have a friend like me then. I got this for you when you were gone. Hopefully it fits.“ Nina revealed a box that she had been hiding behind her back.

 Inej took the box from Nina and gave her a smile. “Thank you. I’ve really missed you, you know.”

“I’ve missed you too, Wraith,” Nina said fondly. “Now open it.”

Inej carefully pulled the lid off the box. She had been worried about what she was going to wear tonight. The Dregs were holding a party at some hotel, and the whole Ice Court team was going. Inej had only seen Nina since she docked in the harbor that morning, so it was the first time she was going to see Wylan and Jesper in six months. Also Kaz. She was oddly nervous to see Kaz, even though they had been writing letters to each other throughout her voyage. She wondered what he’d think of her, of how much she’d changed. Hopefully, she thought, he would still like what he saw. 

In the box, Inej revealed a  shimmering, gold dress. She gasped at the breathtaking ripples and patterns of the gold silk. Tiny rhinestones fell like a waterfall down its front. 

“Nina, it’s perfect!” Inej jumped up and hugged her best friend.

“I’m glad you like it, sweetie. I’m gonna go get dressed myself, but head over to my room when you’re done so I can do your hair. I’ve missed your hair.” Nina sauntered out of the room but paused at the door. “So has Kaz.” She winked and twirled out.


 Inej descended down the stairs of the hotel and waited in the lobby as Nina left to quickly snag a cookie from the kitchen. Nina was wearing a tight, short, ruby dress, and she knew that it would get her what she wanted from the dishwasher. Inej caught sight of her reflection in one of the lobby’s mirror. She almost didn’t recognize herself. She hadn’t gotten dressed up this nice in a long time, and it was kind of weird. Honestly, she preferred leggings and a tunic.

 "Let’s go,” Nina mumbled with an entire cookie stuffed in her mouth. They walked out into the warm summer night of Ketterdam and started making their way to the party, giggling and smiling with their arms around each other the entire way.


 Kaz stood away from the crowd with Jesper and Wylan, observing the rest of the Dregs as they shouted and laughed, wild and loud as always. He would have preferred to see Inej for the first time somewhere more quiet, where they could properly catch up. He was anxious- no Dirtyhands didn’t get anxious- interested in seeing her. Kaz turned to listen to Wylan and Jesper’s sickeningly sweet and charming conversation to distract himself from unwanted thoughts of Inej.


As soon as Inej walked in the door to the ballroom she was bombarded by Dregs. All of them hugging her and patting her on the back and telling her her ship and crew were legends around Ketterdam. She felt quite overwhelmed but also happy and a little nostalgic. She realized how much she had missed her makeshift family here in this dysfunctional city. 

But then she spotted Jesper and Wylan, and joy washed through her. She ran to the couple and threw her arms around Jesper.

“Inej! How are you? Life has been dull without the Wraith around!” Jesper pulled away to grin at her and looked her up and down. “You look good. I bet you looked even better with your knives killing slavers on that ship of yours. You have to tell me stories!”

“Of course, of course. I’m planning on staying here for a while, so we have plenty of time.” Inej smiled at Jesper and turned to Wylan.

“Hey, Inej,” Wylan’s blue eyes twinkled at her.

“Hey, Wylan,” Inej hugged and looked up at him. “How’s your mother?”

“She’s doing really great. She’s living with me and Jesper right now and its been really nice.”

“That’s amazing. You keeping Jesper busy?” Inej smiled slyly. 

“Yeah, he’s turning into a blooming pianist.” Wylan laughed and met eyes with Jesper.

“Oh you flatter me, love,” Jesper said smoothly, causing Wylan to blush. 

Nina soon joined them and the group’s old chatter began, Jesper and Nina flirting, Wylan with a few sassy comments. Inej took a moment to look around. All she saw was a blur of suits and sparkling dresses, but suddenly her eyes fell on him, leaning against his cane, looking straight at her.


When Kaz saw her, he swore his heart stopped in his chest. 

There she was, his Wraith, suddenly the only thing in this room, the only thing that mattered in the whole world. She seemed to be glowing, dimming everything around her. She was beautiful and strong and confident. She was Inej, and he had missed her desperately. 

He met her eyes, and he saw…something…in them. His chest pounded, and adrenaline raced through him. He fought to get himself under control. The Dregs are watching you, he reminded himself, and took a deep breath. She was drawing nearer now, and he wanted to run. He wanted to stay. He wanted to hug her. He wanted to call out her name. Everything was jumbled, everything was mixed up. But then she was suddenly right in front of him, and there was instant clarity. 

“Hey,” she said softly, looking up at him. He could tell she was different than before she left. Not in a bad way, just different. She radiated confidence…and maybe pride? 

“Inej.” Kaz smiled, a thing he saved for special occasions. “It’s nice to see you.” 


An hour later, Inej found herself sitting across from Kaz in an armchair, retelling her stories from the past year. They had only briefly been able to say hi when they first saw each other, as the rest of the Dregs had soon mobbed them. They brought her some champagne and made her explain what she had been doing for the past six months, and she hadn’t been able to get away. She briefly saw Nina and Kaz talking behind the crowd, but people shifted and they were soon out of sight. Eventually, the Dregs had started some drinking game, so she was free for a moment. She had found Kaz leaning against a wall in the back and they had gone into an adjacent room to the ballroom.

“You’ve accomplished a lot, Inej.” Kaz looked at her and Inej was surprised to see that he was proud of her. That meant a lot coming from him. 

Inej smiled and opened her mouth to ask him how his latest business ventures were going when she heard the chatter from the ballroom lower and a slow song come on. She got up and peeked around the door. People had started to fill the dance floor with their partners.Her eyes followed the sound of some laughs and saw Jesper and Wylan in the middle of the floor. Wylan seemed to be trying to teach Jesper how to dance, although Jesper was much too gangly and tall for it. Both of them were looking lovingly at each other, unashamedly adorable. 

Inej searched the crowd more for Nina. She found her with her arms wrapped another girl. They swayed with the music, talking easily. Nina was smiling. Inej felt a rush of happiness for her. Inej had seen her only once after she had buried Matthias in Fjerda, and she wasn’t in a great place. But recently Nina’s letters had started to sound better, talking about the strides Nina was making with Fjerdan and Ravkan relationships, the prejudices she was slowly erasing. Inej was really proud of her and couldn’t wait to see what she would accomplish. 

Inej felt a touch on her shoulder. She turned around to see Kaz standing behind her, gloveless. His face was stony, determined. 

“Kaz, are you okay?” Inej said hesitantly, looking up at Kaz, who was clearly at war with himself. 

Kaz paused, taking a deep breath. What was going on?

“Would you…would you like to dance with me?”


Inej looked taken aback. 

Kaz felt adrenaline racing through him. Did I just ask her that? Do I seriously think someone like her would dance with someone like me? 

He braced himself for rejection as she just looked up at him, eyes wide. But slowly, so slowly, a smile began to creep along her face. He felt warmth spread through him as it always did when she smiled that smile. 

“I’d love to,” she said softly, and placed her hand on her shoulder. Kaz’s heart raced in his chest and he felt short of breath. He hesitated, but led her to the center of the room. They started to sway. Kaz knew the steps from years of observation, but he still felt awkward and uptight. After Inej locked her arms around his neck though, he sighed, releasing the tension. She met his eyes and he saw his happiness mirrored in them, causing him to brush his hand through her hair. It felt like silk running through his fingers and made him feel feather light. She gasped softly, laying her head on his shoulder. The familiar water started to rise inside him, but he fought for control, fought to stay in the moment with Inej. After a few deep breaths he calmed, and the water receded. 

By now the song was over, but they did not release each other. He put his arms around her and pulled her to him, taking in the sweet smell of her hair and the glow of her skin. 

“I missed you,” she whispered, pulling him out of his trance. 

Suddenly, a new, loud song came on in the other room. Cheers erupted from the Dregs. Inej giggled and pulled away from Kaz. They grinned at each other and entered the ballroom to have some fun with their friends. 


Later that night, when most of the Dregs had either passed out or gone home in preparation to pass out, Kaz, Inej, Nina, Wylan, and Jesper stood outside the hotel.

“Waffles tomorrow then?” Jesper asked, his arm around Wylan. 

“Absolutely,” Nina smiled. “Then we need to actually catch up. This party was fun, but it didn’t leave much room for talking.” 

“My house is open for that,” Wylan pitched in.

Everyone turned to Kaz, expecting his input. “Ok, but also I have something to ask you all.”

The group exchanged meaningful glances. “It’s not another job, it it?” Jesper asked warily.

Kaz shrugged his shoulders. “What can I say?” 

The group burst into laughter. Suprisingly, Kaz joined in with a smile.

“Saints, Kaz!” Nina and Wylan said at the same time. There was more laughter.

“All right, well I guess I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” Jesper took Wylan’s hand and started to turn away. “By the way, Kaz, I haven’t agreed to whatever you’re thinking. Also, it’s great to see you Inej.” He waved, the couple turning away and walking towards the Van Eck mansion. 

Nina hugged Inej and nodded at Kaz. She departed with promises of future girl’s nights with Inej and a little tease at Inej and Kaz’s relationship. Inej smiled after her and turned to Kaz. 

“Do you want to stay in the Slat?” he asked roughly.

“I thought you sold my rooms?” Inej tilted her head. 

“Of course not,” he scoffed.

“If that’s the case, I’d love to,” she said, the second time that night.

Kaz smiled. Wow, this is a record for him, Inej thought with a smile of her own. They turned and started making their way to the Slat, sharing companionable silence the whole way.   

mcrdeviantclub  asked:

Hey, are you taking writing requests? If so, could you possibly write something about Poison and Kobra bonding 👀

I’d love to! Here’s a lil thing pre-Jet and Ghoul, about 3 months after getting out of the city? maybe? 

Kobra Kid was hungry. It was nothing new, not anymore, and in his mind it had stopped being really a “need” and more of a chronic condition that he didn’t have the medication for. 

No medication, not out here. 

He leaned his face against one of the windows in the diner that wasn’t broken. He watched through slitted eyes as Party Poison sat down in the booth seat across from him. Somehow, now that he was Party Poison, it was a little harder to see him as family. Party and Kobra were different. New names. They were new. 

“Hey, Kobra, I wrote a song.” Kobra sat up the tiniest bit straighter to show he was listening, and Party took a deep breath. He strummed once, and it was already bad because the guitar was missing a string and out of tune. Then Party started screaming. Kobra squeezed his eyes shut and clapped his hands over his ears, and Party dissolved into giggles. 

“What the hell Party.” Kobra asked, slowly releasing his hold on his ears and letting his hands sink down. This was weird. They’d been dancing around each other a bit since they’d found the diner. 

“Got your attention,” Party shrugged. “Now you’re more awake, and we can write a song. Together. We need some noise.” 

Kobra wasn’t so sure that’s what they needed, but he tentatively nodded anyway and was rewarded with a beam from Party. 

“What’ll it be about?”

“Anything. Just making it up as we go along,” Party explained, excited. “I’ll start.” 

He strummed the guitar again, this time a bit softer, and the tuning didn’t sound so horrible this time. He picked out a few chords, a bit clumsily, then started to sing. 

“I saw a lizard today…” Kobra snorted. “And it was as big as my cat…” A twinge of sadness at a memory. “but we don’t have to talk about that.” Party paused and looked at Kobra, and Kobra realized that it was his turn. He coughed to clear his throat, trying to pick up the melody Party had laid down. 

“We’ve had no food in days,” he started. “Because we’ve got no cash, but we don’t have to talk about that.” 

“There’s sand in my shoes, and sand in my wounds,” Party continued. “but these new scars will heal too.” He looked up at Kobra and Kobra didn’t know what to say anymore, but he started singing anyway. 

“I’m no good with names, and now I’ve got new ones to remember,” Kobra faltered, and Party picked up the line. “All the old letters marked return to sender. We’re not the same anymore, but I’ll still pick you up off the floor. We can’t go back-” 

“So we’ve lost one self-” 

“But gained another-”

Kobra Kid locked eyes with Party Poison, and saw that his eyes were a bit wet. He would deny that his own were, but suddenly he knew how to end the song. 

“And you are still my brother.”  

Show me.

Super angsty, a little sad, and definitely smutty. I worked really hard on this one, and it’s probably my longest work yet. I hope you love it!

As you were waiting for Yoongi to pick you up from the library, you ran into a boy. Literally ran into him and knocked everything out of each other’s hands.  You both apologized in sync, and as you collected your things you noticed you two were reading the same book. You were excited, and began conversation about it. It was nice to be able to talk to someone with the same understanding as you for what was happening in your stories. Yoongi didn’t like to read, and none of your friends did either. You were a lone bookworm, and it felt so nice to laugh and swoon over a common interest with someone. Especially with a book that held so much meaning to you.

“Oh, sorry, love birds.” Yoongi interrupted, “Don’t let me break up the party.” You giggled and turned to face your adorable boyfriend, but you could tell he was anything but joking. 

“We were just talking about my book, Yoongi. We’re both reading the same thing.” You said to him with a smile, trying your best to defuse the situation before it started. Yoongi rolled his eyes unamused, and you glared at him. 

“Okay? So, you want me to come back later or what?” He was really starting to piss you off, and as you reached for his hand he backed away, pushing your patience with him completely out the window. 

You looked at your new friend and apologized, “Usually he isn’t like this. I’m so sorry. Maybe I’ll see you again sometime and we can talk about the sequel, yeah?”

The apologetic farewell really made Yoongi’s blood boil, and he laughed in a way that made you shiver. “Or you can dump your boyfriend so the two of you can carry on in peace, yeah?” Him openly mocking you was enough to make you throw everything into your bag and shove past him. You made your way to the car, wiping tears from your eyes. You hated the way you cried when you were angry, it made you feel so weak.

The ride home was silent. You reached to turn the radio on, but Yoongi shut it back off nearly as soon as your finger had touched the power button. You laughed in disbelief. Why was he acting like this? What had you done so wrong? He was never mean or possessive like this, and it was making you feel worthless.

You slammed the door the moment you walked in the apartment. Yoongi was following behind you. The glaringly obvious inconvenience just further pissed him off, and he flung the door open. “Are you fucking kidding me Y/N? Was that really necessary?” 

All you could do was laugh. You were so fucking angry at him. “Was the way you treated me necessary? You completely humiliated me!” You jumped as he slammed the door harder than you had, “MIN FUCKING YOONGI!” you screamed, as you threw your things on to the couch and shot him a hurt look, “Do you not trust me? Do you just see me as some pathetic maechunbu?! Why are you being like this?” Suddenly your demeanor dropped and you felt like sobbing, but managed to hold your ground.

Yoongi just laughed at you. “Maechunbu? Please, Y/N. You’re so stuck in your fantasy land that you barely even leave the house. Get over yourself.” You picked up a mug from the table and chucked it at him.

“Fuck you, Yoongi!” He dodged the mug, but it distracted him enough from you to storm off to the bathroom and lock yourself in. You slumped on to the floor and began sobbing. You heard your bedroom door slam, and began crying even harder. You had no clue why he would be acting so downright nasty. You covered your mouth to quiet your sobs, and listened to the abrupt banging and clattering of things being thrown around your room before everything fell silent.

Minutes passed, and finally you had calmed yourself down. You checked the mirror, and ran the water warm to rinse the makeup from your face. As you dried your face and hands off, Yoongi strummed his fingers against the door. “Jagi.” He paused, probably waiting for an answer. “Are you okay? Please come out.” You stepped towards the door, but stayed silent. Tears were stinging in your eyes again, and you inhaled slowly. “Jagi, please let me talk to you.” He sounded really upset, and you unlocked the door but didn’t open it. 

You slouched against the wall and slid down to sit on the floor, “Come in,” you said hesitantly. Yoongi opened the door slowly, and slumped down in front of you, sitting against the tub for support. He wasn’t making eye contact with you, but you were unsure how you would feel looking into his eyes anyway. He was really upset though, and it almost made you feel guilty. You reminded yourself he started this, and sighed, “Yoongi. What did I do that was so wrong?”

He was quick to look at you, “It’s not you.” He looked away and took a deep breath. “It has nothing to do with you.”

“Then what is it? I have never seen you this way before. You have never made me feel so terrible. Why are you acting like this?” The tears slowly escaped your eyes once more. 

“I was jealous.” He looked at you and noticed the tears. Bringing his thumb to your cheeks to wipe them he stared into your eyes, but you looked towards the floor, “Jagi-yah… please don’t cry. I love you. I love you so much. I just get so jealous.” He moved the hair from your face before lifting your chin so you would look at him. “I know I’m always stuck in my work, and you’re stuck here with your books. I’m terrified that one day you’re going to wake up and realize that this isn’t the life you want. That I’m not the person you want.” He started speaking so quickly and glancing you over as if he was trying to memorize every piece of you in case you suddenly disappeared “You deserve so much more than I can ever give you, and I feel like I’m holding you back, but I’m too selfish to let you go. My life would be meaningless without you, but I feel like you’re wasting yours with me. I don’t deserve you.”

You grabbed his face with both hands and looked straight into his eyes, “Min Yoongi, listen to me! You are the only man I want for the rest of my life. I love you, and I love our life! You are more than enough for me!” You kissed him, but he didn’t really kiss you back. “Baby. I’m serious. Do you hear me? You are not holding me back from anything. If I didn’t want to be here with you, I wouldn’t be. You know how stubborn I am.”

He laughed slightly, and grabbed your hands, bringing them to his lips. He looked at you again as he apologized, “I just saw you laughing and enjoying someone else’s company and all I could think was that you were realizing that someone else could make you happier, and I overreacted. I was just so afraid of losing you. I’m so sorry I behaved that way.”

You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him into you for a kiss. He brushed his nose against yours, and breathed you in slightly before pressing his lips to yours. His tongue slid delicately into your mouth, dancing with yours. Your fists still clung to his shirt, and you pulled him in harder, as if your mouths could get any more connected than they already were.

“I fucking love you, Y/N,” he breathed between kisses and catching breaths. “I love you so fucking much.”

You smiled against his lips, “Show me how much you love me, Min Yoongi.” He moaned in return and stood up before swiftly pulling you to your feet. You wrapped your arms around his neck and you guys stumbled into the hallway, only breaking your rough kisses to help each other shed clothing. Yoongi’s legs met the bed first. He fell back, pulling you on top of him, as you both laughed a little bit. He kissed down your jaw, and nipped at your collarbone, pulling a gasp from your lungs. Your body tingled, and you rolled your hips against his. He growled and flipped you onto your back.

You squealed as his hands roamed your body with precision. Your body was a maze that he could stay trapped in for the rest of his life. He kissed his way down your chest, and brought your nipple into his mouth. He sucked and twirled his tongue against it before rolling it between his teeth. You moaned and grabbed ahold of his hair. As his mouth worked relentlessly at your breast, his hand slid down your side until it met your thigh. He tickled you slightly, but in a way that made goosebumps cover the skin, and a knot build tightly in your stomach.

You shrieked as he wasted no time to push his middle finger deep inside of you, he sighed against your chest, as he kissed his way up to your ear. “How are you so wet already, Jagi?” His whisper drew another whimper from your body. He curled his finger into you slowly, before pulling it out completely. It was quickly replaced, accompanied by his index finger and your legs trembled.

“Oh fuck, baby! Harder!” Moans were escaping your mouth rapidly as he pumped knuckle-deep inside of you, curling and turning his fingers into you as your hips bucked into his hand. He was so good with his fingers. It was ridiculous how quickly he could finger-fuck you to your peak and throw you aggressively off of it. His hands left you a trembling mess beneath his body.

He purred against your skin as he felt you tighten harshly on his fingers and scream his name in your orgasm, “I love when you scream my name like that,” He smirked. You let a giggle escape through your panting, and Yoongi waited patiently for your breathing to steady. He traced your collarbone with his fingers, and kissed his way up your forearm delicately. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His lips made his way up your shoulder, and to your neck. He took his time sucking small berries into your skin before he kissed you.

With a drawn-out sigh, you roughly pushed him over and straddled him. “Let me show you how fucking beautiful you are, Min Yoongi.” He bit his lip, grasped firmly to the back of your thighs and guided himself inside of you. You took your time sliding down on top of him, and smirked at the way his breath caught in his throat. The two of you didn’t break eye contact as you swiveled your hips slowly on top of him. His grip on your thighs tightened, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip. You ran your hands up your body and began to tug lightly at your nipples. Yoongi grunted, and replaced your hands with his.

He ran his thumb lightly over your erect nipple. “Fuck,” was all he could mumble under his breath. You started bouncing slowly on top of him but as his hips bucked upwards your pace quickened. Yoongi brought his hands down to your hips and began guiding them at the pace he wanted. You threw your head back as moans began flooding from you once more. “Jagi, I’m right there.” His sighs and heavy breathing turned into deep, flowing moans, and you felt your body tightening against him as you began to unravel once more.

“Cum for me, baby,” he growled against your skin. 

You had no choice but to let the orgasm wash over you, reveling in the fact that your climaxes happened at the same time—a rare but welcome event. You both screamed and held tight to each other, letting the calm take you as the climax subsided.

He kissed your temple firmly as you laid next to him, “Yoongi, you are all I need in this life. Please don’t ever think that what we have is something I don’t want. I want you, your late nights at the studio, and being woken up by your sweet kisses at 3 am, ushering me to go to bed with you because I fell asleep reading on the sofa. I want quick lunch breaks between practices, and cheesy phone sex when you’re thousands of miles away. I want everything that we have.”

Yoongi smiled, and pulled you in tighter, kissing you once more. “I love you so much, Y/N, but there is something else I want, too” You faced him, slightly confused. “I think we should get a cat.” 

You beamed at the thought and kissed him all over his face, “That’s the sweetest thing you’ve said to me all day!” You laughed and kiss him once more, “I love you, too, Min Yoongi.”

Party Foul

A/N: This is the third scenario I’ve written. This scenario was better in my head~ but enjoy this late night garbage  💖

Lmao when I typed ‘third’ I accidentally typed ‘thirst’

Originally posted by taekookie-bts

Theme: Collage AU, (briefly) Fuckboy Jungkook.

It was your typical beginning of the year college party.  

My roommate scored an invite from an upperclassman, to which she invited me, and when I expressed my lack of interest in drinking and parties she told me I had to go because I was her designated babysitter for the evening.

“C’mon, someone has to make sure I don’t end up naked on a kitchen table,” she paused, “or end up fair game to every drunk, horny frat boy.” When I ignored her she dropped her arms at her sides with a huff, “Pleeaseee,” she pouted, “Can’t you just like, not drink?” I asked, getting up from my desk. “You know what happens at parties, Y/N. You make a promise not to drink and the next thing you know you wake up the next morning with a wicked hangover in someone else’s bed. Once you step foot into a party your self control goes out the window.” I sighed, “Fine, fine, I’ll go. I’ll make sure you don’t get hammered and that you come home.” She grinned, clasping her hands together. “You’re the best!” “I know.”

I started getting ready, “Are you going all out?” I asked, glancing over at my roomie who was frantically sorting through clothes. “Well duh, is there any other way to dress for a party?” she giggled, pulling out a skin tight maroon tube dress and a black shawl, “Does that mean I have to go all out?” I asked, watching her pick up a pair of black lacey heels. “Well yeah, you have to look hot too, it’s like a girl code.”  “I guess I missed out on reading the bitch bible.” I chuckled.  

I changed into a purple tank top that plunged into a deep v, tucking it into a leather mini skirt. I slipped on my leather jacket and started to put on my heeled boots, “Hey Vi, do you have lip gloss I can use? Preferably clear or lightly tinted.” “Yeah, here,” she came out of the bathroom, I looked up at her as I was zipping the side of my boot, “Wow Vi, you look-” “Hot? I know, and so do you, and kind of badass at the same time.” She winked at me as she handed me her lip gloss, “Thanks,” I grinned.


As soon as we arrived I regretted it, but seeing as we were already here it was too late to back out, plus I would have a guilty conscious if she did something embarrassing and I wasn’t here to stop it.  

We both walked into the crowded living area, arm in arm, she turned to grin at me, “I know you don’t want to be here but thank you for coming with me.” I sighed and rolled my eyes playfully, “Yeah yeah,” She swatted my arm, breaking away from me to go grab a drink. I looked around, seeing a few familiar faces from my classes or around campus, my gaze falling on a particular face, one that belonged to none other than Jeon Jungkook- college fuckboy. I watched as he was engaged in a conversation with a few other boys, shaking his dark fringe out of his eyes. He was breathtakingly gorgeous, I admit. He brought a bottle of beer up to his lips, taking a sip, I traced his jawline with my eyes as he tilted his head back, then I found myself staring at his adams apple as he swallowed.  

I released the breath I was holding, cringing at the fact I just gawked at him in spite of disliking him. I wandered off to the kitchen, hopefully to find a bottle of water or something else non-alcoholic. When I arrived in the kitchen I saw Vi standing in the corner talking to the guy who invited her, drink in hand- that’s right a drink, no alcohol- I took note that the drinks were being managed by someone. “Hey do you have anything without alcohol?” I asked, the drink tender flashed me a smile, “Designated driver?” I nodded, “Yeah something like that,” I smiled, looking over the array of alcohol displayed on the table. “We have bottled water, cherry pepsi, annnd, well yeah that’s the safe stuff.” he gave a soft laugh, “So what will it be, hun?” he asked, a rectangle grin spreading across his face. “Can I have cherry pepsi, please.” I gave him my best charming smile, to which he somehow smiled wider, “Of course, one cherry pepsi for the lady.” he handed me a can.  

“Hey Tae can you hand me another beer?” Someone asked, coming up from behind me, I moved to the side to get out of his way, “Sure thing, Jeon.” I looked up at him, seeing it was, in fact Jeon, the same person I had been embarrassingly gawking at upon my arrival. “Here you go, one beer.” The drink tender, Tae, said.  

“Staring isn’t polite,” Jeon said, winking and flashing me a smirk as he walked away. “You don’t stare you observe,” Vi said, coming up and draping an arm around me, “I don’t like what I’m observing so far.” I said throwing her a look, she gave me a smile and a squeeze, “Tae, was it? Hit me with a shot.” She said, “Please,” I elbowed her, “Please,” she mocked with a smile. Tae handed her a shot and she threw it back, and handed him the glass. She started to walk away, towards the living room, “Behave yourself,” I called out, she threw her hand up in a wave, acknowledging she heard me. “Ohh, you’re the designated babysitter,” Tae said, giving me a teasing smile. “Yeah, I always am,” I said, popping the tab on my soda, “Can’t you guys like, rock-paper-scissors it out?” he asked, wiping out the shot glass Vi just used. “Well I don’t drink so, there isn’t a point in arguing.” I said, taking a sip. “Ahh, I see~” he said, stacking the little glass with the others. “I’m going to go follow her around, I’ll probably be back for water soon,” I said, he gave me a half smile, raking his gaze down my figure, “Alrighty~ please do.”

I wandered back out to the living area, looking around for Vi, but I don’t see her. I groaned internally, walking further into the hoard of people.  

Great now I have to go on a goose hunt.  

I stop at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at the hallway of doors.

There’s no way she’s that drunk yet.  

“Looking for someone?” The voice I recognized as Jeon’s asked from behind me, I turned to face him. “Yeah…my friend disappeared.” I mumbled, walking back towards the crowd, “And who is that?” he asked, following close behind. “Tight red dress, long dark hair.” “Vi?” he asked, “She’s outback,” he said, “Oh, Thanks~” I said throwing him a small smile over my shoulder, pushing my way to the outside.  

I broke through the crowd, ending up on the back porch. “Wow it’s so much cooler out here,” I whispered to myself, taking off my jacket to allow the cool air to get to my back and arms. “woohoo! take! it! off!” Vi said, coming up to pull me over to a beer pong set up. “Alright so, you’re gonna throw the balls into the cups and this nice guy is gonna drink whatever you score.” she said, gesturing to some random guy who was eyeing her up with a creepy grin. “What.” I gave her a blank look, “why?” “Because you have good aim, so you’re gonna win for me,” she said, “Win? You can’t win at beer pong.” I said, glancing at the table of cups, noticing they’re arranged in triangles, the top point of the triangles connecting with the same cup. “You do when you go against someone.” She said, grinning at me, I groaned, “What if I lose?” I asked, hoping she didn’t bet herself. “Whatever the winner wants, and it goes for you too. But the catch is you do it blindfolded, from 5 feet away, and you can’t land in your own cups.” she explained quickly, “That’s kind of complicated.” “You’ll do great,” She said, grabbing both my shoulders.


She put the blindfold on, and positioned me, and one after one handed me the pingpong balls.

After what felt like forever, which was actually only 20 some minutes, she took off my blindfold, “Do you want the good news or bad news?” She asked, cringing when I gave her a pointed look. “Bad news,” I said, glaring at her. “You lost…by one ball.” “Okay, good news?” I asked with a sigh. “The person you lost against is totally hot, so take advantage of this situation and get your groove on.” I nodded, “Great. You bet me to be fair game with some horny frat guy, which I’m here to protect you from.” I scoffed, narrowing my eyes at her. “He isn’t creepy or weird! Plus it was his idea, so be mad at him,” she said, pointing to my competitor. I glanced over to see Jeon, with a smug look on his face. She lent in to whisper to me, “He’s really sexy and girls throw themselves at him all the time, but he specifically requested to play with you,” she pulled away, winking at me. “Was that your attempt at making me feel okay with this?” I asked, an amused grin tugged at the corner of my mouth, “You’re really fucking lucky I love you, Vi.” I shook my head.  

“Alright kid, let’s get this over with.” I said, giving him a grin as walked over to him. “What is it you want? 7 minutes in heaven? A dance? ” I asked, stopping in front of him. He tilted his head to the side and grinned, I couldn’t help but to feel like I was suddenly under a magnifying glass. I nervously scratched the inside of my palm. “How about we just see where the night goes,” he ducked his head to be level with me, “I know you don’t drink, but you suggested a dance, let’s start with that?” He asked, giving me an alluring look. “Okay, a dance works,” I answered. “Then, shall we?” he gestured towards the house, “Sure, I’m gonna grab a bottle of water first,” I said, starting off towards the house, giving Vi one last look.  

I stopped in front of Tae and his table of drinks, “Hey, love~” he greeted me with a smile, “Well aren’t you sweet on the ladies.” I smiled back, meeting his eyes, “What can I get you?” “What do I want or what did I come to get?” I joked, “How about both and we’ll meet in the middle.” he flashed me a grin, “Well I want four shots of vodka, but I’ll settle for water, they’re both clear, it’s a good compromise.” I gave a soft smile. “Is the party getting to be too much for you?” he asked, pulling a bottle of water out of a cooler under the table. “Yeah I got caught up in something I didn’t ask to be a part of,” I took the bottle from him, pressing it to the side of my face. “Well I am the ‘bar tender’, and bar tenders are basically therapists, want to tell me about it?” he asked, tilting his head to the side with a soft smile. “Well, my friend bet me in a game of beer pong and lost,” I said, running a hand through my hair, “And now I have to play some college version of seven minutes of heaven.” I chuckled, looking down at my feet.

“It’s Jeon, isn’t it?” He asked, a grin splaying across his lips. I looked at him, “I’m guessing this happens a lot,” I said, “He’s known for pulling stupid party tricks like this, usually he picks the willing ones, the ones that throw themselves at his feet.” Tae said, leaning against the counter. “Usually? Implying it’s different this time,” I questioned, also leaning on the counter.  

Tae took a step towards me and leaned in slightly, like he was about to tell me a secret.

“Well, you’re…different.” He said, “that meaning?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows in question. “You aren’t just some party slut, you’re out of your element here and from what I’ve heard from Vi you don’t fall easy prey to ‘horny frat boys’ at ‘annoying back to campus parties’ and you don’t drink- and as a result of that you don’t think there’s a reason to come to parties because you don’t get anything out of it.” he smiled, scanning my face, I opened my mouth to ask how he knew that, “I have class with her, she was telling me all morning about how she was going to have to beg to get you here, and let’s be honest, she’s kind of an over sharer, so.” he gave me a reassuring pat on the arm. “So, how do I fit into his game then?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder towards the living room- where I’m supposed to be right now. “Because you’re hot and you aren’t interested in him so it’s his goal to change that,” Tae said, also glancing at the living room. “So it’s all a game,” he laughed, “I’m gonna let you in on a little secret,” He said, “He cheats at whatever party game he plays, the blind fold he used in the beer pong game, it’s thin enough to be see through if it’s pulled tight enough, it’s all rigged so he can’t lose,” he finished, grinning at my shocked expression. “I’m going to kick his ass,” I said, shaking my head as I laughed lightly.

I thought for a second about his ridiculousness, before I hatched a plan, “You know Tae,” I started, glancing over my shoulder again, “I’m going to play my own little game,” I said, smirking at him. “I don’t know what you’re thinking but I’m in.” I shared my plan with Tae, “I like the way you think,” He said, “Thanks, love,” I said, winking, before leaving to find Jeon.

I found him in the living room, talking to some other guys, I approached him with a smile, “Sorry I got caught up,” I said, giving a polite smile to his friend. “I was starting to think you bailed,” he said, snaking an arm around my waist and pulling me against him, “I’ll catch up to you later, I have a date to dazzle,” Jeon said, pulling me away from his friend to the middle of the dancing crowd.

We danced for an hour, we danced all sorts of dirty, bumping and grinding, roaming hands. I turned around to face him, running my hands up his chest, shoulders, the back of his neck and through his hair. His hands slid from my hips down to my butt; I gave a breathy chuckle, “Someone’s handsy,” I whispered in his ear, leaning in close enough for my lips to brush against his ear. “What’s dirty dancing without a little touching?” He whispered back, trailing kissed from my ear towards my mouth, I placed a finger between our lips before they could touch. He smirked at me, pulling me closer somehow, even though we were already pressed flush together, “Don’t be a tease,” He said, pulling my hand away and kissing the back of it. “What if I don’t want to kiss you?” I asked, tilting my head to the side with a smirk. “Well then that’s a party foul,” He said, smirking back. “No, you know what’s a party foul?” I asked, leaning up to nip at his bottom lip, he let out a shaky breath, gripping my hips tightly, “Cheating at beer pong cause you knew I’d reject you.” I chuckled, unwrapping my arms from him, and stepping away. He gawked at me for a solid minute, before he spoke, “How did you- wait, wait, wait, so wait. Does this mean that this whole hour of you dancing with me was just to get me all worked up so you leave me?” He asked, staring at me in disbelief, “How does it feel to get played for once, Jeon?” I asked, giving him a teasing smile before walking away. “How does it feel to be a bitch?” He called after me, to which I just threw my hand up in acknowledgement.  

I wandered through the house and eventually outside, looking for Vi. I noticed on my way through the house Tae was missing from the table, I frowned, wanting to share how my plan went. Once I breached the crowd and landed back on the porch I looked around, spotting Vi sitting the lap of some guy. I cringed and started off towards her, I was stopped when a figure lurch towards me from the side, grabbing my arm. I whipped my head over as I pulled my arm out of the person’s grasp, prepared to snap at whoever it was that grabbed me. Tae stood there, with his hands up defensively “Hey, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that, I just wanted to catch you before you stepped off of the porch.” He said, a nervous smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “No, no it’s okay you just scared the hell out of me,” I laughed, bringing a hand up to cover my face, slightly embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” he chuckled, “Well you’re outside so I’m guessing the plan went?” he asked, his lips turning into a sly grin. “It went,” I smiled, pleased with myself.  

“And??” He asked, “I want details, love.” he grinned at me as he ushered me to follow him to the wicker love seat on the porch, I sat and looked over to make sure I could still see Vi. “Okay so like we danced for like a whole god damn hour, and eventually he started getting touchy so I figured it was time-” I told him the run down of what happened, slowly the biggest grin stretched over his mouth and he let out a laugh, “Well aren’t you a little savage,” He smiled at me, “Sometimes,” I admitted, looking back in Vi’s direction, she was still seated on someone’s lap. “She has a class at 8am, it’s almost 2, I should take her home…” I said, furrowing my eyebrows as I looked at Vi. “I know I have that unnecessarily early class with her.” He sighed, I stood up and smoothed out my skirt, “I’ll see you around,” I looked back at Tae who was still seated, “See you around~” he smiled at me. I walked over to Vi, setting a hand on her shoulder, “Hey we should go, you have to get up early hun,” I said, she groaned at me, “Fine fine,” she waved my hand away. I looked back towards the house in time to see Jeon walk out, immediately spotting Tae and walking over to him, Tae saw him coming towards him and stood up, greeting him with a crooked grin. Vi got up, much to this guys displeasure, fixed her dress and wrapped her shawl around herself. She wobbled a bit as she walked back towards the house, I stood close behind her so I could grab her if she tumbled.

As I climbed the steps of the porch I looked over at Tae, who locked eyes with me instantly. He gave me a wink and then he slapped his hand on Jeon’s shoulder, “Jeon Jungkook got his ass handed to him by a girl,” I almost stopped in my tracks as I looked back over with wide eyes, I saw Jeon lightly push him just before I walked through the back door, stretching my arm out to grab Vi’s shawl so I wouldn’t lose her in the crowd.


When we got home I kicked off my boots with ease where as Vi struggled to not fall on her face as she tried to take hers off, once she got them off she carefully walked towards our small sofa and flopped down on it. “I saw that you spent like 90% of the party either stalking me or chatting with that drink guy,” she said, I nodded, “Well stalking you was my job, remember?” I said, arching an eyebrow at her. “I know,” she said, yawning, “He was cute wasn’t he,” she gave me a lazy smile. “I mean yeah he was nice to look at but I’d rather peel my face off than to be around him,” I said with a light chuckle. “uhm you were basically flirting with him all night?!” she said, sitting up to look at me. “Jeon?” I asked, unzipping my skirt down its side. “No no! The drink dude,” she said, flopping back down. “Oh…Tae, yeah he was sweet.” I said, smiling to myself. “Hmm Tae, Tae…Tae,” she said his name a few times, “I’ll remember for next time,” she said, pulling the blanket off of the back of the couch covering herself with it.


Two days later I’m standing in the college library, walking through the rows of books, looking for the religion section.  

I saw someone pushing a cart of books and I walked towards them.

Maybe the employee can point me towards the religion isle.  

I walked around the corner of the isle, realizing the employee pushing the cart was Tae. I grinned and walked up to the cart, purposely picking up the book he had been reaching for. “Hey you,” I smiled at him, examining the back cover of the book I had picked up, “Somehow I feel like biochemics isn’t something you’d be into.” he said, leaning his elbows on the cart, smiling at me. “It’s not,” I placed the book back on the cart, “You work here?”  I asked, he grinned, “Nah I just volunteer, why?” he tilted his head to the side, “Would you mind showing me where I would find the religion area?” I asked, he nodded, “Sure thing, right this way hun,” he smiled at me, pushing off the cart and walking off, leaving the cart in the middle of an isle. “Why religion?” he asked, glancing back at me, “I’m a religion studies major,” I said, reaching out to run my fingers along the spines of the books. “Ahh, why that major?” he asked, turning down an isle, and stopping. “I like to learn about religions, their similarities and differences and such.” I answered, running a hand through my hair.  

“Sounds pretty interesting,” he said, a smile forming on his lips, “I think it is,” I smiled as I looked at the rows of books. “Hey, just a heads up, there’s a party on Friday, Vi is going to try and talk you into going,” he said, “Well then I’ll probably end up going.” I said, looking up at him.  

“Are you going to be there?” I asked, tilting my head to the side and cocking an eyebrow, “I will be,” he said, a smirk tugged at his lips, “Are you going to be playing bar tender again?” I asked, taking the time to actually look at his face. He was cute, he had warm brown eyes and tan skin kissed by the gods themselves, he had a cute freckle on his nose, and pretty pink lips. “No, I’m just attending,” he said, “If you want to talk to someone who isn’t wasted, you can always come find me~” he said, giving me a wink as he walked off. I smiled to myself as I looked at the books for the ones I wanted.  

I might enjoy this next party, after all

A/N: The ending was rushed and I didn’t proof read. Thanks for reading~

Picture Perfect - Part 3 (Final)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,719

Summary: The reader tries to convince Dean to be her fake fiance, so she can impress her boss and get a promotion.

Part 1 Part 2

“What the hell?” You mumble to yourself as you sit up in bed.

How did you get in here?

The last thing you remember is drunkenly eating omelets with Dean and then watching TV on the couch.

You lazily stand up and stretch before walking into the living room.

Hmmm. Dean isn’t here.

You remember that Sam was supposed to pick him up last night. That must be what happened.

Keep reading

Toxic Love

Part Three (2,226 words)

Part [1] [2]

Pairings: ReaderxJensen, JensenxDanneel, JaredxGen

Warnings: Jealously, cheating

Summary: Thing’s take an interesting turn at Jensen’s surprise party and the appearance of your gift leaves you feeling guilty.

“Jared!” He jumped when you called his name and you could see in his face that he was debating turning around and running back out when he saw the checklist in your hands. “Finally!”

“Hello to you too.” Jared rolled his eyes mockingly earning him a playful smack on the shoulder with your clipboard. After a moment the two of you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Sorry, this party planning stuff is just hell of lot more stressful than I thought it would be.” You sighed as your eyes skimmed the piece of paper in front of you for the hundredth time that day. You’d always been a perfectionist, and when it came to organising things like this everything little detail had to be perfect and up to your exact standards.

“Is all this really necessary?” He pointed towards various sections of the restaurant where you’d hung steamers, balloons and a number of different decorations, the band was already setting up ready to come back later and he could hear the kitchen team rushing about preparing tonight’s food.

“It’s J’s birthday, he deserves a great party.” Okay maybe you’d gone slight over the top but since he’d been off with you on set a few weeks ago he’d become more cold and distant. Your conversations with him now were practically none existent and when you did speak it was brief and over in a matter of seconds. You weren’t exactly sure what was wrong, and you didn’t dare ask, all you knew was that you were missing your friend and you were hoping this would cheer him up.

“Okay okay.” Jared held his hands up in defence knowing better not to argue with you. He could just about muffle a laugh as you shouted over his shoulder at Misha for not hanging a banner straight.

“So you know the plan?” You asked turning back at him, your eyes giving him a warning look.

“Keep Jensen entertained until I bring him here at 7.“ He rolled his eyes. You’d gone through the list with him so many times he could probably resight it perfectly, hell he could even do it backwards.

“And Gen is still coming?” You added, ticking off various boxes with a pen you’d retrieved from your hair.

“Her and the boys are on the way to my hotel now, they’re ridiculously excited to see their Uncle Jenny.”

“And Danneel?” You raised an eyebrow at him. Other than the surprise party, Danneel and the adorable JJ were your main birthday present for Jensen. You could only assume that missing them had been solely the reason for Jensen’s insufferable mood swings and the idea of flying them out had been planned in your head for weeks.

“I’ve arranged for a driver to pick her up once her flight lands at 5, he’s taking her and JJ back to their hotel to get ready and then bringing her here.” Jared reeled off his own mini checklist, hoping he hadn’t missed anything you’d asked him to do out.

“I’m impressed Padalecki.” You smirked, unable to resist the urge to high five him.

“I’m upset that you even doubted me Y/L/N.” He mockingly frown at you, faking some sort of shocked expression before the two of you burst out in another round of laughter.

“Now shoo, I have a job to do.” You playfully pushed Jared back towards the exit, reminding him that if he messed up even the smallest part of your plan you’d have his head on a stick. Of course, thanks to your undoubtedly irritating nagged, Jared had managed to successfully carry out his role and take Jensen for a quiet birthday drink not far from the restaurant before allowing himself to be dragged back to the car and leaving Jensen think they were both turning in for the night.

“This isn’t the way to our hotel?” Jensen’s eyes narrowed questioningly at his best friend beside him as the driver took a left rather than the intended right.

“I know, that’s not where we’re going.” Jared gave a small shrug as a pointed towards the end of the street.

“Why are we here?” Jensen remained clueless as his eyes darted between the giant man next to him and his favourite restaurant in town.

“No reason.”


“Look it wasn’t my idea so don’t get mad at me.” He quickly cut Jensen off, he knew you’d kill him if you told him the full story but he couldn’t exactly think of another way to get Jensen to enter the building without a massive protest.

“What wasn’t you’re idea?” The questions continued and Jared shook his head playfully, a chuckle escaping his lips

“You’ll see.” He reached for the door handle before stopping still, his face deadly serious. “Just act surprised, or she’ll kill me.”

Jensen said nothing as he allowed Jared to lead him in side, a million ideas rushing though his head at the thought of who ‘she’ might be. He was about to ask what the hell was going on when a chorus of ‘surprise’ made him jump so high he could have sworn his head almost hit the roof.

“Uncle Jenny, uncle Jenny!” Tom squealed happy as he ran towards Jensen, his arms open wide.

“Hey buddy!” Jensen couldn’t stop the grin that appeared on his face as he scooped Tom up in his arms and spun him around.

“Happy Birthday!” Genevieve smiled politely as she followed closely behind her son, an excited Shep in her arms who quickly reached out for his daddy.

“Thank you.” Jensen beamed in between lightly tickling Tom, assuming Gen had been the ‘she’ Jared had referred too. “You planned all this?”

“Like I said, wasn’t me.” Jared shook his head again as he laugh at how clueless his friend seemed to be as he pointed toward you a few feet away from them.

“Excuse me.” Jensen mumbled as he handed Tom back to Gen and began walking towards you. You’d decided to give him space at first, sure you’d planned the whole thing but he had family and friends that wanted to see him just as much as you so you’d just have to wait in line.

Now that Jared had pointed you out, Jensen wasn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed you in the first place. You’d chosen a red dress for the night, one that loosely clung to your curves and made its way down floor with a slit on one side. Simple yet elegant. Jensen was in complete awe of you, he knew there was other people in the room, people important to him, people he’d known all his life yet all he wanted to do was be with you. It was almost as if you had some sort of white halo around you, making him see you and only you.

“Y/N?” He cleared his throat to distract your attention from Misha who had just finished telling a joke.

“Jensen hey! Happy birthday!” You were surprised to seem him here next to you with so many other people there to greet but it made you smile wider as you pulled him into a hug.

“I can’t believe you did all this for me.” He mumbled against your hair, his hands resting on your hips probably a little too long, not that you minded.

“Don’t be silly you deserve it.” You laughed lightly as you pulled back, glad to see somethings that resembled the old Jensen.

“Still, thank you.” He smiled again as his hand lingered just that little longer on your hip before he removed it all together.

“Now stop wasting your time on me and go mingle!” You playfully shoved him towards a group of waiting people and he left chuckling, the widest grin on his face.

That was the last time you saw Jensen for almost an hour and as the time for your surprise crept just that little bit closer you began to panic that things were about to start going horrifically wrong. How could you possibly have a birthday surprise without the birthday boy?

“Have you seen Jensen?” Your eyes scanned the room for the millionth time as you nudged Jared’s arm.

“Not for awhile.”

“Danneel and JJ will be here any minute this can not be happening.” You felt your chest tighten and your breathing become harsher. This could not be happening right now. You did not do all this planning for Jensen to just disappear before the most important part.

“I saw him heading out back 20 minutes ago if that helps?” Noticing your anxiety, Gen pointed towards a corridor that lead to a series of private function rooms.

“Thank you!” You rushed your words of gratitude and quickly gave her hand a light squeeze before you rushed off in the direction she’s given you. “Jensen?”

“In here.” He called out his response and you followed his voice to eventually find him slumped on a table, an almost empty whiskey bottle at his side.

“What are you doing back here?” You couldn’t help but laugh as you slowly made your way towards him, even if you were furious that he’d almost ruined everything.

“Need sometime to myself.” He shrugged his shoulders as his words came out in a slur making it obvious that he’d had a little bit too much to drink.

“C'mon we have to get you back in there, can’t have a party without the birthday boy.” You encouraged him go sling an arm other your shoulder as you placed yours around his back. Lifting someone of Jensen’s build certainly wasn’t the easiest task.

“You’re so pretty.” With a smirk on his lips Jensen managed to somehow turn in your arms as you continued to support him up. His green eyes bore down into yours, momentarily paralysing you to that spot as his hand came up to took a stay curl behind your ear.

“J…” You swallowed back the lump that had formed in your throat, the heat rising from within you from the lasting touch of his finger tips that stayed on your cheek a little longer than they should have.

“Even cuter when you blush.” He added, you skin inevitably turning an even brighter shade of red as he chuckled.

“You’re drunk.” You sighed tearing your eyes away from him as you attempted to make your way to the door.

“You know what I want for my birthday?” He voice was a low seductive whisper and his face was so close to yours your felt the warm of his whiskey infused breath on your cheek.

“What?” Your voice was a whisper too but the tone was very different from Jensen’s and you were surprised you could even manage to get the word out despite your heart thumbing against your chest.

“You.” As soon as he uttered the word it was as if the whole world stopped. The green orbs stared down at you and the room became so silent you could have heard a pin drop as the tension began to grow. It continued to grow, the air around you both becoming heavy and hot before Jensen finally snapped, his face closing the small gap and his lips crushing to yours.

It was like you’d taken one big gasp of air and couldn’t quite let it out again. Jensen’s lips where intoxicating and you were sure nothing would ever feel this great again. You’d seen all these big on screen kisses where sparks were flying and characters were suddenly transported to clouded nine, but you’d never believed in that kind of stuff. Well until now. This was it for you. You were sure you’d never be able to forget how soft Jensen’s hand felt again your cheek or how your heart flipped at the way his tongue traced your bottom lip as he pulled you in closer.

The kiss for you was simply breathe taking and he on the other hand, couldn’t quite believe what was happening.

You were soon interrupted by rapid knocking at the door you’d closed behind you just moments before and Jensen found himself stumbling back wards a few feet as you shoved him away from you. The two of you stared at each other wide eyed for a few seconds before you turned away and began instantly fixing you hair, a sight that made Jensen feel like you’d punched him straight in the gut. Because even though you only looked at him for brief moment, he saw the flash in your eyes, you regretted the whole thing.

He wanted to reach out to you, to tell you that it was okay, that he wanted this, wanted it more than anything in the world and to him it wasn’t a mistake. But it was if things were moving in slow motion, he couldn’t quite move fast enough to grasp you let alone find the words to form a reasonable sentence. And then it was too late, the door was swinging up, a figure quickly emerging into the room and a high pitched squeal of the word surprise speed everything back up again.

“Danneel?” Jensen managed to choke his wife’s name out as he stood frozen to the spot, the shock taking over, the affect of it sobering him instantly.

“Happy Birthday baby!” She smiled as she swung her arms around his neck pulling him slightly down to her height. It took a minute or so for Jensen to realise that she was really there before he eventually returned the hug, his arms wrapping loosely around her waist. Out of the corner of his eye Jensen saw you quietly slip out of the room with out so much of a goodbye and he felt his heart sink.

He had to fix this, and fast.

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anonymous asked:

Would you be able to do 12, 21, and 63 for Hank/Stella, pretty please? :)

12. “Are you high?”
21. “Don’t laugh. Do. Not. Laugh. This is not funny.”
63. “Is that sass I hear?”

Hank had never seen Stella laugh so hard.  Usually, if she found something amusing, she would give a polite chuckle or a smile with a light expulsion of air from her nose.  Something next to silent, never a guffaw or a chortle, never a shriek or an uncontrollable giggle.  What she was doing now was not any of those things, but it was definitely laughter, and more of it than he’d ever encountered.

He couldn’t imagine what could be so funny.  One minute she was cross-legged on the bed, answering email, and then she was shaking with so much laughter she was holding a hand to her stomach as though it pained her.  Hank crawled up the foot of the bed after coming out of the bathroom and lay on his stomach next to her, weight on his elbows.

“Are you high?” he asked.

“What?” she answered, still laughing. “No.”

“You’re practically riotous.”

“No, it’s just…” She broke off as another wave of laughter hit and sank backwards into the pillows.

Hank craned his head to look at her computer screen and saw nothing of note aside from her inbox.  He raised his brows a little and pushed her laptop aside to crawl over her.

“Don’t laugh,” he said, taking her hands and pinning them down beside her with their fingers laced.  The direct order seemed to increase her giggles, which was very much his intent.  “Do. Not. Laugh.”

Her mouth opened and a bark of laughter came from somewhere deep inside her which made Hank chuckle and Stella’s cheeks darken, but she didn’t stop.  The outside corners of her eyes pooled with moisture.

“This isn’t funny,” Hank said, shaking his head.  He slid down her body slightly to lower his head and drew the edge of her t-shirt up her belly with his nose and teeth.  He licked a circle around her navel and then put his lips onto her stomach and blew a raspberry.  Her laughter only increased and she twisted her hips under him.

“You better pipe down right now, Sherlock, or I’m going to have to spank you,” he said.

“I’d like to see you try,” she panted through her giggles.

“Is that sass I hear?”

“You better believe it, Watson.”

Hank grinned and shook one of his hands free to tickle her side.  She laughed and twisted and slapped at his arm.  Beneath him, her legs shuffled as she tried to get away.

“Stop!” she cried, trembling with giggles.  “Hank!”

“Say, Hank Moody is by far and large the most superior lover I’ve ever had.”


He taunted her by poking her sides and avoiding her slapping hand.  “Say it and I’ll stop tickling.”

“Hank Moody is the most superior lover I’ve ever had,” she exclaimed.

“You forgot the by and large.”


He stopped tickling, but slipped his hand under her waist and pulled her against them as he rolled, so they were face to face, on their sides, and she was still chuckling.  He kissed her face and pinned her hip down by throwing his leg over hers.  Her laughter eventually tapered off to a few soft chuckles and he wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

“What the hell was so funny?” he asked.

“Someone I used to work with sent me a video of our former captain’s retirement party.”  She giggled again and her eyes crinkled with a smile.  “They put those trick candles on his cake and he couldn’t blow them out.”

That is what had you prostrate from glee?”

“Well, it was quite funny.”

He didn’t want to tell her she was completely adorable for fear she might kill him, so he just kissed her instead.

The End

kawaiiusagichansan  asked:

Hello Sin! Thank you for once more opening your requests! I was hope to request an imagine of reader convincing Newt to go with them to this amazing no-maj party everyone is going on about at Jay Gatsby's! (Circa 2013 movie) a little drink, a little dance, & who knows what else ^_~ thank you so very much for your consideration!

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Imagine: Dragging Newt to Gatsby’s party.

“Oh come on, darling! Just for an hour or two, please.” You clasped your hands together in a begging motion, pouting at the wizard as he pursed his lips in a disgruntled manner. And yet, you knew that look. It was the same one he gave you every time he gave in to your wishes.

“Very well…”

You screeched in excitement, grabbing him by the hand as you practically ran out the door. These parties were something you only heard of from friends, and coworkers, and when you finally managed to get an invite you were beyond excited. Newt followed, albeit a bit unwillingly, behind you as you made it to the large iron gates outside the mansion. You could hear the screams of joy already.

“Oh, Newt look!”

The hufflepuff looked up as fireworks flew across the sky, illuminating the mansion gardens. He had to admit it was quite a sight.

“Come on!”

He trailed just a few feet back, frowning as people dressed in costumes bumped into him amidst their drunken stupor. He knows this was something you considered fun, but large loud crowds weren’t really his cup of tea.

“Darling, wh-”

He found you off in the distance, excitedly talking to some man dressed in a fine tux. He hurriedly came to your side, worried that it was some drunk.


“Oh, Newt! This is Mr. Gatsby! He’s the brilliant man behind these fine parties!”

You giggled, sipping the champagne Gatsby had offered you. Newt eyed him warily, but still took the champagne glass he was offered.

“I hope you’re enjoying yourself old sport!”

Newt simply nodded, curios as to how he found himself here to begin with. And then he looked over at you, your lips stretched into a wide smile that made his heart ache. That’s why, he thought.

You turned to your boyfriend, giggling as you waved bye to the Gatsby fella. Newt just watched, amused at the whole thing. He didn’t quite understand how you found this fun, but he might as well make the most of it.

It’d be hours, and a couple of drinks later, that you and Newt would be by the pool, clapping along as every one gazed at the fireworks.

“Aren’t they lovely?”

Newt looked over at you, smiling softly as he leaned over and kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, noses brushing against one another.

“Thank you for coming, I know you don’t like this very much.”

Newt just shrugged, his hands resting on your waist. “You’re worth it.”

“Am I?” You grinned cheekily, and you leaned forward as you whispered amongst the many laughs and music that filled the backyard. “I promise I’ll make it up to you later tonight, Mr. Scamander.”

Newt chuckled at your flirting, and he pulled you closer as he inched towards the pool. “Why not make it up to me now, my love?”


And with that, the wizard promptly threw you into the water, laughing as you came up to the surface and splashed him with a smile on your face.

Originally posted by focusfeatures-blog-blog

anonymous asked:

Please don't make me socialize prompt for outsider!!!!!!! Please give me more of this amazing verse!

A fic based entirely on prompts from this post.

This is the final chapter!  Thank you everyone that sent me prompts, read, liked and commented :)

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They waited until Belle’s shoulder had healed enough to take off the dressings.  She had a puckered scar where the bullet had punched through her skin, but Gold kissed it gently and told her it showed her strength.  Despite that she didn’t want it in any wedding photos that would be taken, but given that it was winter, and their wedding was to be as small and informal as Gold had managed to constrain Dove into arranging, she wasn’t about to be wearing anything strapless.  There was to be only a handful of guests at the ceremony: Dove (who would be giving her away, much to his delight), a large, bearded man called Anton, whom Belle liked very much, Jefferson, Ella and her girlfriends, and Ruby and Granny from the diner, with whom Belle had quickly made friends.  Archie, the local psychiatrist, was ordained, and had readily agreed to perform the ceremony.  Ruby had something of a crush on him, and Belle suspected that she was looking forward to sharing a few drinks with him in the diner afterwards.

The general reaction from Storybrooke to their relationship had been one of surprise and some hostility.  She had received disapproving looks from some of the townsfolk, but the majority of their censure appeared to be directed at Gold, and as he didn’t care in the slightest it didn’t really matter.  It was approaching Christmas, and she supposed that the town had better things to do than worry over the pawnbroker marrying a woman less than half his age.

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Ikon x Mistletoe pt. 2

(Bobby, Chanwoo, Yunhyeong, Junhoe)

Part 1: Hanbin, Jinhwan, Donghyuk

This is so late. I apologize but it’s been so hectic because I got jury duty -____-

Originally posted by holykimjiwon


  • Totally looking forward to Christmas party
    • She has to let me kiss her in front of people now.
    • *Sudden realization* Wait, do people even do mistletoe in Korea?
    • No matter, I’ll bring it myself
    • Laugh like a maniac at his evil plan
  • Proceed to get 10 different bundles of mistletoe
    • Just for safe measure, let’s leave this everywhere.
  • The day of, he calls you over early on purpose to help prepping the party.
  • Smugly giggles at you but refuses to say why
    • Baby, can you come here for a second?
    • What is it Jiwon? Why are you standing so still? You never stand still.
    • Come here!
    • Plant the biggest kiss on your lips the second you’re within reach.
    • What the hell?
    • Mistletoe. *giggle like a mad person, point at mistletoe precariously hang on the door frame.*
  • I need help with the cake!
    • Don’t mess it up Jiwon. I’m not going to get you another one if you do, the line is murder right now.
    • I know, that’s why I need you *Trying so hard not to laugh*
    • What are you doing Jiwon, where’s the cake?
    • Cupping your face so you can’t run away. Lands the biggest peck on your lips then cheeks.
    • Bunny smile beams at you brightly afterward when you roll your eyes.
    • Hehe, mistletoe *points at mistletoe, then run away.*
  • Honey, where did you leave my phone?
    • It’s in the living room
    • Where is it? *Snickering because he’s holding it in his hand*
    • Ugh, Jiwon i swear you’re 3 years old. What the hell, you’re holding it.
    • Envelopes your whole body while machine gun pecking the crap out of you.
    • Stop fighting and let me love you. MISTLETOE, you have to let me kiss you.
  • Totally overdressed for the party
  • Watches your every step in case your within 1 foot vicinity of a mistletoe
  • Rocket over the second you are. Kiss you on your lips, doesn’t even care about who you’re with. Or that you were in the middle of drinking your soda.
    • JIWON!
    • hehe, mistletoe!
    • Runs away before you can hit him
  • Finally the party end and you both retreat back to his room to rest.
  • You were so done with his crazy antics but at the same time happy because face it, who wouldn’t be when he’s so loving and cute.
  • You were in the middle of lecturing him after finding out about his crazy plan when he stood there, grinning like an idiot, Bunny teeth, eye smile, the whole shebang.
    • Oh my god. Don’t tell me. In here too?
    • Still smiling, nodding gently.
    • Damn it, Jiwon. Fine, go ahead.
  • Pulls you onto the bed, arms caging your head, features soften back alluringly. No more playful Jiwon.
  • You know I only did that because I’m completely head over heel for you right? *sultrily whispers*
  • Making you blush and fluster like the first time he asked you on a date from his intense gaze.
  • Leaning into a passionate, gentle French kiss. Doesn’t let you go for another hour before both of you falling asleep, you safely in his arms.

Originally posted by xkannkraykamikox

Originally posted by chanwooyeah


  • Not particularly feeling up for Christmas.
  • You both agreed to a mutual break up just a few months back.
  • Thought he was over it but something about Christmas brought out the blue in him.
  • Doesn’t know what to do with himself since he always had someone to spend Christmas with.
    • All of Ikon noticed and hatched a plan to get him to feel better.
    • Let’s take him on a Christmas date.
    • Doesn’t want to but agree.
    • At least it’ll distract him.
    • Impossible to say no to 6 relentless guys anyways.
  • Plan totally fails because there’re couples everywhere.
    • It’s okay, hyung. I’ll just go home and clean my room.
    • Spent hours cleaning up since he hasn’t done so in months, not since you left.
    • No reason to clean when there’s no one to impress.
  • Found a box he hasn’t seen in awhile.
  • Open to find his little trinkets from the happy days.
  • Tears breaching, threatening to fall as he go through the contents.
    • The matching bracelets with initials.
      • He had gotten this just before the break up.
    • The necklace and necktie you got for his parents
      • He been holding onto because you were in the process of moving and doesn’t want them to get lost.
    • Plane tickets.
      • He wanted to fly you out for their concert but it never happened for obvious reason.
    • Thick stack of handwritten letters.
      • One for every day he was away from you.
      • Never got a chance to give it to you
    • The mistletoe from a few Christmas ago
      • Bobby taught him what a mistletoe was so he made you one.
      • Used it every chance he get that year.
    • Your couple rings.
      • This done him in as the promise you both had made each other rings out so clearly in his mind.
  • Ran out of the house with the box.
  • Doesn’t care about the cold, he could only think of getting to you.
  • Nearly broke your front door knocking.
  • The second your face appears, he stood there blubbering like a kid while reciting the promise
    • I, Chanwoo, promise to be understanding, to be patient, to always be there, and to always love you…
    • How could we have given up so easily, baby?
    • Please be mine again…
  • A few silent tears fall as the seconds tick by and you still haven’t move one inch.
  • Hands you the box, explaining the letters.
    • Read them, shred them, burn them… whatever you want to do with them.
    • Promise me you’ll take care of yourself.
  • Turn away because he doesn’t want to cry in front of you.
  • Chanwoo ah!
    • Nearly faint when he turns around to see you hold up the mistletoe, smiling.
    • Nearly broke you from his bear hug.
    • Places kiss anywhere and everywhere.
  • Spent the rest of the day inside holding you close, abusing the power of the mistletoe.

Originally posted by ygboys-ot11

Originally posted by mvssmedia


  • Worries to the max about what to do with Christmas.
    • Haven’t been together long enough to do a trip like Donghyuk.
    • Doesn’t know every single details about your interest from being together barely 3 months.
    • Keep doubting himself over every gift he pick out.
    • Do I buy material things or meaningful things?
    • Why is Christmas so hard?
  • Practically dying because he’s scare of letting you down.
  • Found out from your best friend you’re not a big Christmas person
    • How could anyone not like Christmas?
  • On a mission to find out why you dislike Christmas.
    • Pissed you off unintentionally from pressing a touchy issue.
    • Angry at first because you’re being irrational
    • What’s so hard about it huh? What don’t you like about it? The weather? The crowd?
  • When you blew up, he’d feel guilty for making you feel uncomfortable.
  • Hug you super tight despite you putting up a big fight.
  • I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have done that. Tell me when you’re ready.
  • Found out you got cheated on last Christmas.
    • Nearly kill himself over being so insensitive when about your heartbreak.
    • I’m so so so so sorry,baby. I thought it was some silly reason…
    • Feel so guilty he broke down crying because he hurt you, because you got hurt, because he couldn’t protect you.
      • You’re funny, Yunhyeong. I didn’t even know you then.
  • On another mission!
    • Make Christmas as painless for you as possible.
  • Pick you up Christmas eve for the party at the dorm.
  • Stay by your side the whole time
    • I can go to the bathroom by myself, you know.
    • I know… Just in case.
  • Send you home later that night without giving any hint about what he had plan for tomorrow.
    • Don’t worry, we’re not doing anything you’re uncomfortable with.
  • Next morning you woke up from the smell of breakfast.
    • Yunhyeong in an apron cooking for you *hot*
    • Good morning, love!
    • How the hell did you get in?
    • Don’t worry, I have my way. *seductive wink*
    • Force feed you.
  • Set up a countless pillows and blanket on top of a soft fuzzy rug in front of the fire place.
    • I know you’re not overly fond of Christmas so I thought we can spend it inside, just us.
    • I know it’s nothing fancy but I thought as long as we have each other, who care what’s going on with the world.
  • Pulls out a big box of DVDs
    • I didn’t know if you hate Christmas movie too so I got everything.
  • Spent the rest of the day making gingerbread house and Christmas movies marathon.
    • Insisting that he has the better house
    • Sabotage yours
    • You sabotage his
    • Frosting fight
    • Get frosting on your cheeks on purpose ;)
  • Finally clean up and settle down to not really watch movie
    • Sit there with you in his arm
    • Staring at you instead of the movie
    • Yunhyeong, I’m not in the movie.
    • What?
  • Nervous to the max about something
    • super jumpy
    • sweaty palm
    • sweaty in general
    • stutter and stammer whenever you say something
  • Finally fessed up there’s something he wanted to do but since it’s Christmas theme, he got scared.
    • It’s fine, baby. I know you’re not my ex. Just because he messed up doesn’t mean you get all the consequences.
  • Pulls out mistletoe he hid in the corner of the room
    • I never got to do this before and I always wanted to do it with someone that’s special to my heart.
  • Shares with you the most intense, loving kiss of your life.
    • Merry Christmas, baby. I promise you’ll never go through another sad Christmas, ever again.

Originally posted by ikonis

Originally posted by junhoenuna


  • Totally not liking the hoard of people the holiday brings out
    • why are there so many people, don’t they have work or something?
    • Annoys you to the max complaining about leaving the house because he doesn’t wanna deal with the crowd.
    • Can we not leave the house till like after Christmas?
    • We don’t need to eat.
    • You want me to go outside, like the snowing, storming outside?
  • Turn down all the plan you made for Christmas
    • Presents are over rated
    • Nah, they won’t miss us at the party
    • You want me to go shopping in a zombie apocalypse… uh how about no.
  • Totally doesn’t notice your struggle with getting everyone presents.
  • Absolutely no help at home either because he’s still jet lagged from coming back from the tour recently.
  • Spent most of the week in bed, on the couch, then in bed again.
  • You don’t blame him, touring is hard in general but you were getting frustrated.
  • Nagged you for not cleaning up the kitchen because now he can’t make himself food.
    • You know what, June?
    • What? *retorts sassily, oblivious of your rage*
    • You clean the damn house yourself.
    • You buy then wrap the presents for everyone yourself.
    • I’m done.
  • Doesn’t understand why you got mad then stormed off.
    • Whatever, she’ll come back in a bit.
    • Got worry as dusk settles in and you weren’t back.
    • Oh no, it’s really starting to snow out.
  • Wander around the house to find his phone.
    • Notices the ginormous piles of presents, neatly labeled for both his and yours friends and family.
    • Notices the Christmas tree beaming brilliantly in the corner of the living room.
    • Notices the fridge is full of food prepped for the party tomorrow night.
  • Sudden guilt washes over
  • Blames himself
    • You’re an ass June, your lazy ass left her to do all the holiday shit on her own
    • No wonder she’s angry.
  • Went to get change to go find you
  • Notices the pair of ticket you got for the winter festival for 2 days ago.
    • Feels even more guilty because he turned you down for sleep.
  • You came back late that night to find the house completely dark.
    • Baby, come here. *Calls you from the dinning room*
  • You jaw drop in awe.
  • Table decked out in decoration for a romantic dinner.
    • Candles, flowers, wine, the whole shebang.
    • He walks out from the other room, in a suit, holding a big bouquet of roses.
  • Give you no time to react before walking over, holding something above your head then presses a big kiss onto your lips.
    • I’m so sorry for being a jerk.
    • Forgive me. If only I had known you planned a date for us. I’m so stupid.
    • This totally doesn’t make up for anything but I hope it makes you feel even just a tiny bit better.
  • Totally swoons you.
    • Is that a mistletoe you got there, Koo Junhoe?
    • Don’t tease me, I can get the dinner together I can take it away just as fast.
    • Ugh, you sassy ass.
  • No, YOUR sassy ass. Love you.

Originally posted by koojunhwes


Warnings: ANGST. wee bit of fluff

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Challenge: This was @angelschallenge  ‘s Spring Challenge. My prompt was Polliwog [it’s in bold letters in the text]

Word Count: around 1k

A/N: To be entirely honest to y’all, I don’t really like the ending. feedback is greatly appreciated :D Also really want to thank @impala-dreamer for quickly rushing the editting of this fic in her busy schedule. When I saw the mistakes I made, I was banging my head on my desk so thanks for saing my ass.

Originally posted by canonspngifs

There were very few times you had the luxury to act like a child when you were young. Being brought into the hunting life at a very young age and making it your first priority to protect your younger siblings, acting immaturely, having a normal childhood was just out of the question. And your family made damn sure you were aware of that. Every moment you spent as an actual kid and not a soldier in training you owed to Bobby Singer and the Winchester brothers.

Your family were best friends with the one and only John Winchester. When you were born, a total freak accident that was simply not supposed to happen, you entered the hunting life unwillingly, head first. Everything about the life was simply horrific. The blood, the pain, the physical and mental suffering, the traumatic experiences, images, none of it was made for people, never mind a seven-year-old girl with pigtails.

Then you met the two brothers, Sam and Dean, and that shitty reality became a bit more bearable. Because even though life was throwing at you all the shit that she could muster up, you had two people there for you, two wonderful boys you called your best friends. When your two twin siblings were born, not so much of an accident this time, you and the brothers swore to protect them. And by doing so you had to train more and forget your age. You weren’t a child, no. You were a soldier.

Once in a while, ol’ Bobby Singer would take all kids to the park, just to get you in touch with your age, give you a taste of what it’s like. His heart broke at all five of you being ripped of the right to be plain children. Ungrateful, whining, stupid, immature, happy children with toothless grins and unrealistic dreams. He’d let you run off, play baseball with the boys and push your and your little sister’s swings. Occasionally, you and Dean, whom you were closer to than Sammy, ran off to the lake near the park, trying to catch polliwogs and butterflies, giggling and making meatballs and cakes out of dirt, grass and flowers.

You could count those moments on one hand.

You eventually had grown to a powerful, graceful, strong, adventurous, and independent woman. Your 18th birthday soon arrived and you ran off with 21-year-old Dean, in his beloved impala, away for the night. The best night of your lives.

He surprised you earlier in the day by grabbing you mid-training by the waist and spinning you around. You shrieked his name, grinning like a mad fool. He made you change and took you to a grassy field surrounded by trees. He got out of the car, grabbing some beers from the trunk and a blanket, and spreading it on the hood of the car. He jumped on, pulling you with him and to his side.

You had obviously fallen for him; for the green eyed, golden-hearted, amazing person that he was. How could you not? You had known him as long as you could remember and could honestly not see your life without him.

You had leaned against each other, looking up at the sunset and admiring the beauty of it all. When the stars appeared in the sky you started explaining the constellations to Dean. You told him how you and Sam had done all-nighters just studying about them because they were so interesting. You pointed, titled, and talked about the stories behind each one. When you were out of lore, Dean started talking about the childhood memories, the pranks, the laughs, the shits and giggles, the parties, the drinks, the tears, the stories… You talked about everything until it was around 4 in the morning.

You looked up at Dean who stared at you lovingly, pulling you closer and drawing your lips to his. You kissed back, more willing than ever, wanting nothing more than to stay there for eternity.

Needless to say, Dean was your first. At everything. Your first kiss, your first sexual experience, and most of all, the one and only love of your life.

“Here’s to us,” you said, leaning against the cold stone. You placed the bottle of Johnnie on your lips and swallowed a mouthful, feeling the sweet liquor trailing down your throat leaving a soothing burn behind it. You leaned your head back on the silver lettering of the tombstone.

Dean Winchester


It never really stopped hurting. The moment that demonic motherfucker stabbed Dean’s spine and smiled so sickeningly wide, you felt your knees buckle. Of course the bastard is dead. Before he even made it a step further, he was on the ground with an angel blade in his throat. Dean was on his knees, with a hand on his chest, struggling to breathe. Blood was spilling from his mouth and a panicked look was on his face.

“No no no no,” you had cursed, falling to your knees in front of you. You grabbed him from his flannel, looking over his shoulder, to his back, inspecting the wound. It was clean through.

“Hey, hey look at me. Dean! You’ll be fine, Sammy and I will patch you up, you’ll be fine” you pulled him back to look at his beautiful eyes which were now dark and not focusing. “You’ll be fine, stay with me, keep your eyes open, come on.” I cupped one hand on his face, “Dean!” He felt boneless, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and fluttering shut.

You were crying. Of course you were. It had been months but the wound was fresh and all you could do was cry about the lost love of your life. Your dead best friend.

“Y/N?” A voice called out behind you. You didn’t move, watching Sam appear in front of you. “I thought I’d find you here,” he sighed, looking at the grave. You looked down, folding your legs to your chest. Sam took a seat next to you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. You glanced at the bottle, passing it on to him. He took a sip and placed his arm around your waist.

“It’s our anniversary,” you whimpered, your eyes brimming with tears.

“I know,” he whispered and tightened his hold on you. “What a great fucking birthday you’re having,” he muttered. You snorted humorlessly, nodding your head in agreement.

“I should’ve done something,” you said. “I should’ve seen the bastard coming, warned Dean, something.” You sniffled, burying your face in his neck and beginning to sob.

“This is in no way on you,” he said, letting you wet his shirt with your tears. He didn’t say anything else. He just let you cry it out, holding you close to him.

As time passed you became calmer, taking comfort in Sam’s embrace, eventually entirely stopping. You were left tired, drained, completely empty. Sam said nothing but got up and stretched his hand out to you. You stared at it and took it, letting him effortlessly pull you up. His hand didn’t leave yours, offering mental support.

“Come on.” He pulled you away from the tombstone. “Let’s go home”

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