red/blue- very aggressive boy who means business!! will fight anyone who messes with those close to him. a powerful ally. 8/10
green- a playful dragon! he’s doing the cat thing with his paws. that’s adorable. 8/10
yellow- he’s got one paw on his hip like he’s about to tell you off or something. don’t mess with this dragon! 9/10
gold- gosh, what a cutie! this dragon loves you and will do anything to be your friend. 10/10
silver- it looks like he’s inviting you to tea! how polite! will you accept his offer to get together and enjoy a nice beverage? 10/10
crystal- look! he’s so excited to see you! he’s stamping his paws and flapping his wings in excitement! 9/10
ruby / sapphire / emerald- his colors were softened, so now he looks like an even friendlier dragon! look at him bounce! a beautiful dragon with a fresh coat of paint! 9/10
firered / leafgreen- he’s so relaxed, but he straightened out his horns so they’re neat and tidy! still just as friendly and inviting as before. 8/10
diamond / pearl / platinum - his color palette was changed again, and now he’s brighter than ever! it looks like he’s conducting a symphony! this dragon has decided to pursue a career in music. i support him and his decisions wholeheartedly. 11/10
heartgold / soulsilver- back to the softened color palette (although this one was changed a bit)! this dragon fights for his friends! 9/10
black / white / black 2 / white 2- yes!!! he is so lively and bouncy!!!! look at him!!!!! are you seeing this? oh man. this dragon is the best thing ever. 11/10
x / y / omegaruby / alphasapphire- not as bouncy as his predecessor. this dragon got himself together, and now he’s mellow and composed. 9/10
lives in a literal worm hovel™, my clothes chair is now a clothes mountain, i must cross the Dead Sea of Socks to reach my bed. books are stacked to the ceiling. i haven't seen the floor in a millennium.
Imagine your boss, Dean Winchester, flirting with you every time he can.
“And last but far from least-” you let a small sigh, looking at the door in case someone was coming “Mr Fury asked to see you.”
“Fury? As in Nick Fury?” Dean raised and eyebrow, his interest peaking.
“Exactly. It either has to do with the damage you and Mr Stark caused on your small trip around town or-”
Dean chuckled, leaning back in his chair “Come on (Y/n), we were drunk!”
“That does not justify it. On the contrary, it was reckless to go take his suits while being drunk.” you said with a pointed look and his smile turned into a softer one.
“You know-” he leaned forward so that he was closer to you “I love it when you care so much about me.”
“Mr Winchester.” you scolded softly, not meeting his eyes but still unable to hide a small smile from your face.
“I thought that by now we had agreed on that, sweetheart. It’s Dean.” he said, sounding a little disappointed.
“You know that can’t happen, Mr Winchester.” you mumbled, starting to place all of his files in place. Anything to keep you occupied from looking him in the eyes “I’m your assistant.”
“Well then we can arrange that. I could always fire you.” he gave you a cheeky grin as with wide eyes your head snapped to him.
“What?” you stood there frozen for a second until he started laughing at your expression.
“Just kidding. There’s no way on Earth I would fire my most trusted worker.” he shook his head “Besides, this enterprises would crumble down without you here to be honest.”
“Glad you appreciate my job then, Mr Winchester.” you chuckled with a small sigh of relief, shaking your head at your boss.
He rolled his eyes for a moment “That’s just not going to go away easily, is it?” he huffed, almost disappointed and you bit the inside of your cheek; still not looking at him.
“Wish it could.” you mumbled and saw him from the corner of your eye get up and walk towards you.
“You know it can-” you almost jumped at how close he had gotten without you realizing it, his breath only fanning over your cheek and his hand on your back “It’s all up to you.”
“Mr Winchester please-” you glanced at the door nervously “Someone might walk in. I just- I don’t want them to think I am taking advantage of-”
“Of who? Me? Sweetheart by all means, do so.” he gave you a boyish grin and you couldn’t stop a chuckle at his words, shaking your head.
“No. Of the time I spend with you. I- I worked hard to get this position.”
“I know, I saw it for myself.” he frowned slightly “That’s why you got the promotion.”
“Yeah, well if they see us like this they’re not going to think exactly that Mr Winchester. I don’t want people to assume I am here because I am sleeping with my boss.” you placed a hand on his chest, regretting it but still pushing him away. You couldn’t even dare look him in the eyes, you couldn’t take the heartbroken look on his face.
“But they don’t have to see us, if that’s the problem.” he suggested after a long pause and you frowned.
“I mean if that’s what you’re most scared of- we don’t really have to tell everyone. Let them find out on our wedding day.” he added with a wink and you couldn’t help but giggle at him.
“Mr Winchester-” you started with a small whine but you knew you didn’t have an excuse good enough. Honestly you were mostly trying to convince yourself that you couldn’t be with him than him in the first place. Besides, it was your own feelings you had been battling with mostly these days than your boss’s advances and flirty remarks.
“Come on, just give me a chance. You’ll see I’m not that bad!” he threw his arms in the air and you bit your lip.
“Mr-” you stopped yourself “Dean, I know you’re not.” you confessed looking him in the eyes “And I know that if the circumstances were different- I wouldn’t have hesitated for a second. Especially after such a surprise.” you added with a chuckle and he grinned.
“You like them?” he remembered the flowers he had sent to your apartment. One of his many attempts in getting you “Took my brother’s advice in it.”
“The flowers were amazing, really.” you admitted “But I was mostly referring to the sweets, especially the pie.”
“Well, that one was my idea actually.” he confessed, full of pride and you giggled.
“Oh I bet!” you shook your head with a laugh.
“Say-” he spoke up, a hand again being placed on your back “How about I take you out… for pie and burgers and we can make a fresh start?”
“Dean” you sighed “You’re not going to give up, are you?”
“Hell to no.” he confessed.
“May I ask you- why are you so interested in me? Up until a few months ago I was just one of the secretaries until I became your personal assistant. But still- nothing more.” you dared look him in the eyes, only to see confusion written all over his face.
“I think we’ve made it clear that you got this position because you are the only one that actually puts effort into their work. Plus, you’re the only one that knows me so well and doesn’t dress up on purpose to show off and turn me on.” he shrugged, before pressing you close to him “That happens either way.” he added and you rolled your eyes at his cheekiness.
“I’m only wearing a white blouse and pencil shirt.” you mumbled.
“As I said- too fucking hot.” he growled almost in your ear and for the first time you let him kiss your cheek without you pushing him away.
“Dean” the way his name left your lips was definitely something you weren’t planning on.
Dean grinned widely “See? Already getting there-” he licked his lips “Do you really want to know why I am so interested in you?” he said in a low rough voice “Because you’re special. Because every morning you have walked in my office, hair a mess, no make up on and clothes a little a little wrinkled with a few buttons undone-” he paused for a moment, his eyes roaming your body “I can only think of how gorgeous you look, and how I’d love to see this sight every fucking morning. Especially after an intense night of-” he paused grinning up at you, only to see a hint of red on your cheeks.
“Gosh I would so love that.” he breathed out huskily, his breath tingling your lips as his face stood only a few inches away from yours.
“I’m- I’m not that-”
“I swear to god, if you complete that sentence I am just going to grab you and prove you wrong right here and now in any way you can imagine.” he said with a slight growl and you swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling yourself shiver when his hands started traveling. You couldn’t deny you liked it a little too much.
“Do you even know the things you do to me when you lean over my desk?” he whispered, resting his forehead on the side of your head; his lips brushing past your ear “With those tight, black skirts. I’ve had such a fucking hard time concentrating during meetings just because of you. You don’t even have to touch me, hell not even say something and I know I am a goner. I can’t think straight when you are in the same room. And gosh, you’re not even doing it on purpose. You’re so clueless.” he grinned “So adorably clueless.”
“Mr Winchester” you whispered, fisting his suit jacket in your hand.
“And the way you say that- I hated it so much at first, it felt like you put a wall between us. I still do but at the same time-it sounds so innocent, so unintentional that you can’t realize how cute and hot it sounds at the same time.” he chuckled and you bit your lip.
“And as if all of that is not enough you- you are such an amazing woman. You actually listen to me when I need it, you try to understand me and you- you love rock too. You listen to me ramble about my car when my own brother always tries to make me shut up when I do. You actually know so much about me, every side of me, that no other woman I’ve been with has ever known. And that’s only because you are the one interested.”
“I can’t help it you know.” you whispered, looking at him through your eyelashes.
“I know. Trust me baby, I know.” he breathed out, cupping your face and before you had the time to react he crashed his lips to yours.
Can I just say. That this is my favorite fic. I think I’m gonna read it over again because it’s so damn good. It is honestly an insanely original plot, and the way the writer depicts Yoongi and his attitude in this fic really impressed me.
THIS ONE WAS SO GOOD. It has lots of smut so beware, but you all need to read it. Oh my gosh. I was so sad to let this one go, because it messed me up so bad and I was like nooooooooooo please don’t endddddddd
This one is soooooooooo cute, its a dad/ceo! Namjoon au and I was dying reading it, oml. I feel like the writer depicts Namjoon’s character in this really well. You think the fic is all fluff and then BAM smut
WELL SHIT THIS ONE HAS ME MESSED UP. I usually tend to avoid Hoseok fanfics because some of them are just………………..bad or are poorly written and truthfully there aren’t a lot of them BUT HERE WE ARE THIS ONE IS AMAZING I DON’T KNOW HOW TO DESCRIBE IT @jeonjagiya you’ve done Hoseok justice
Jordan is the first person I ever followed!! I was enamored by her writing and have read pretty much everything, but Aquiver is just so incredibly creative and unique??? Like how did you come up with this *claps*
HOLLLY as a Namjoon stan, this really did it in for me fluff wise and honestly, this writer is insanely talented. I can’t write oneshots well because I’m too wordy, but @triptaech does it so amazingly I can’t even fathom w o w
Request: I was wondering if you could do a smut on Jeff Atkins about y/n coming to his house while his parents are away and we want to “Study” but things go another certain way
WARNINGS: Fluff, smut, cursing
“I’m heading out now mom!” I scream as I head for the door.
“Okay hun, text me when you get to his house, love you!”
I say a quick love you too as I lock the door and jog to my car. I’m happy cause I’m staying the night at my boyfriend Jeff’s house. His first game can be next Friday if he passes his upcoming test so I promised him I will help him study before we binge watch cringy romance movies. As I pulled into his car, I noticed his parents car isn’t there. I forgot they went away on a business trip for the weekend. I knock on the door and as soon as it opens I’m welcomed by his lips.
“Hey beautiful” he smiles.
“Hello hunnybun” I joke as I walk into his living room.
“Oh gosh, let me stick to the cute names” he laughs as he jumps on the couch.
“Whatever you say boo bear” I smile as I sit down and put my legs on his lap.
“You don’t have to tell me everything babe” he laughs
“Yeah yeah when do you want to start studying?”
“Uh how about you go upstairs change into your pjs while I get us some food then we can start.”
I nod my head and take my bag to his room. He has such a modest, but boyish room. I change into my clothes, purposely bringing the tight shorts and tank top Jeff loves so much. I throw my hair in a messy ponytail and get our books out.
“So I brought some classic chips and popco-”
He stopped and made no effort to hide the fact that he was staring right at my ass. That made me blush as I tried to pull down the already revealing shorts.
“And y-you expect us to study with you wearing that?”
“Wearing what?” I ask innocently as I turn away from him to put the rest of the books on the bed. I then felt his breath behind me as he grabbed my waist and pulled my back towards him.
“This” He said and started kissing my neck and went from my waist to my breast, knowing I don’t wear a bra to bed. A light moan escaped my mouth as I put my hands over his. I felt him smirk on my neck and I almost forgot what we were suppose to do.
“Babe babe babe” I squirm from his grip as I turn to face him and peck his lip.
“I love you, but we really need to study so I can cheer you on at Friday’s game”
he sighed, but he knew I was right. “Fine fine, but your missing out” he jokes as he slaps my butt.
“Which president wrote the Declaration of Independence then?”
“Um.. Abraham Jefferson?”
“Yeah, no this studying is over, I hope your going to enjoy watching the game on the bleachers with me.” I start closing our books and Jeff grabbed my hands.
“I’m sorry babe, I just can’t stop looking at you that’s all, it’s easy for Jensen to tutor me because he isn’t my hot girlfriend.”
“Shall I dress up like Clay then?”
“No no no” he laughs.
“Then what do you want to do?”
he bits his lip and looks at me up and down as he climbs on top of me. he leans down to my ear and kisses it, “you” he whispers.
I can’t help but moan at how sexy that sounded and push him down onto the bed. I attack his mouth, not that he had a problem. He grab my thighs and squeeze them. I wrap my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. his hands travel to my butt as his slides his hands inside my shorts. I rub against his pants and start to feel his bulge coming on. He starts groaning and I smile against his lips. He stops kissing only to remove our shirts and turn me over. He starts to slowly kiss my neck, knowing I hate it.
“Jeff stop teasing” I wine.
“Sorry baby” he smirks.
He started to harshly suck on my sweet spot and I moan into his neck. He then goes to one of my breast and starts sucking on my nipple while massaging the other and then switching. I squirm under him, grabbing his brown hair just wanting to feel him already.
“Babe, I want you already” I wine
“In just a second” he smiles as his kisses travel to my thighs. he pulls my shorts down painfully slow, making me a groaning mess. he laughs at my reaction and comes back up to kiss me. I feel vulnerable being completely naked under him so I tug on his sweats so he gets the idea which he does. He pulls them down and went back to sweetly kissing me. I then feel his hands go in between my legs and I suck in my breathe. He circles his fingers around my clit and I try hard not to moan.
“Oh my go- Jeff!”
he bits his lip as he watches me come undone under him. I buckle my hips into his fingers and just need to feel him.
“Jeff please..” I whimper with my eyes a shut.
He doesn’t make me ask again as he grabs one of his condoms from inside his nightstand and slide it on. I can’t help but stare at his huge member and grab it in my hand, knowing he likes me to put it towards my entrance. He groans from my touch and kisses me passionately. He positions himself and stops kissing to look at me.
“Are you ready babe?”
I smile at him for always asking before he did anything. I nod my head and he slowly pushes himself into me. I moan and grab his arm as he stretches me. When he’s all the way in, he stops so I can adjust to him. He starts to slowly thrust into me and I wrap my arms around his neck.
“Fu-Jeff- my god” I moan. He takes my moans as his que to go faster. He takes my legs and wraps them around his waist as he starts quickly thrusting to me. I start to lose air from his speed. I dig my nails to his back and come close to almost screaming.
“Jeeeeeff! Fuck! my gosh!!” He puts one off my legs on his shoulder to deepen himself and goes faster. I moan with every pound he gives me. He’s a groaning mess as he whispers curse words with sweat coming down his forehead. His grip on my waist tightens as his thrust become more sloppy.
“Babe I-I’m about to-”
I moan over his words as his thrust still didn’t slow down, but only got faster. I felt my stomach tighten as now both of my legs are over Jeff’s shoulders, feeling all of him.
“Je- I c-can’t” before I can finish I came undone under him.
“Fuck y/n” his thrusts got sloppier as he rode out his high, putting my legs down and kissing my forehead. he slid out of me and collapsed onto the bed next to me. Both of us breathing hard, he turned over so that he was facing towards me and wrapped his arms around my bare torso. He started tracing small circles on my side and pecked my lips.
“If this is whats gonna happen every time we study, I don’t mind sitting on the bleachers” he lazily smiles.
“Well I’m not, your playing next game so text Clay”
Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.
“Oh come on Y/N! You haven’t been out with us in forever, people are forgetting how you even look!” Your friend whined into the phone as you let out a long sigh, setting your book down unwillingly as you’d been reading it for the last hour.
It had been weeks since your friend, Hani had been begging you to go to the club with her, with you finding a reason to not almost every week.
“But–” you started, an excuse at the tip of your tongue as you had no intention of leaving this book. But she interrupted immediately.
“Nope! Don’t you even start! I’m picking you up in 30 minutes and you’re coming, even if I have to drag you out in your pajamas. So look pretty and get ready to get hooked up babe!”
Before you could protest, Hani ended the call, making you slump against the sofa, a long groan slipping past your lips.
When we get back to the car, we both sit in an
extremely awkward silence. Neither of us
seems to know what to do. After all,
that was possibly the most pivotal moment of both of our lives. Where do we go from here?
Lips and tears and heat and fire.
When I turn to
nervously look at Baz, he’s staring straight ahead, his jaw set and his brow
heavy. He’s gripping the steering wheel
with both hands, but doesn’t make a move to actually start the car. Rain is beginning to dot the windshield, and
I can see my own breath whisper into the air.
is so tense, like he’s only just fully realizing what has happened.
Lips and tears and heat and fire.His
lips on mine.
I murmur, breaking the silence, “do you want me to drive?”
blinks like he’s snapped out of a daze and takes a breath. “No,” he says without looking at me, “it’s
fine.” He turns the key in the ignition,
and I notice his hands shaking.
I reach out and touch his arm without thinking.
“I’d really prefer if I drove.”
doesn’t flinch at my touch like I expect him to. He just stares at my hand on his skin with an
odd expression, like he’s trying to figure out something complicated. Like he’s thinking how did that get there?
not looking like he’s going to move, so I open my door and walk around to the
driver’s side, and only then does he actually get out of the car. He doesn’t look at me as he passes, barely brushing
me with his coat on the way.
we’re both in our seats, I start the car and turn us around, heading back the
way we came. I turn on the heat because
it’s freezing in here, but not the music.
As much as I want to break the silence, I can’t ignore the fact that
this isn’t just the normal we-kissed-what-now
kind of awkward. This is the you-almost-killed-yourself-and-as-a-result-we-kissed
kind of awkward, which is slightly heavier than the normal awkward.
Lips and tears and heat and fire. His lips on mine. Tears on our tongues.
I sneak a glance
at him. He gazes at the window. Not out,
okay?” I know it’s a stupid question, of
course he’s not, but I have to ask.
shrugs and very slightly shakes his head.
know it sounds dumb,” I say quietly, “but it’ll be alright. You’ll be okay.”
doesn’t look at me. I’m starting to
wonder if he ever will again.
I nearly killed us.
I nearly sent us both up in flames and then had him against a tree snogging
the life out of him. And here he is
asking if I’m okay.
for him though, because I’m not. Of
Lips and tears and heat and fire. His lips on mine. Tears on our tongues. His mouth, so full of heat.
I’m not okay, and
now I’ve let him see in graphic detail exactly how not-okay I am. I could not have made myself more vulnerable
in front of him, and the thought makes me want to curl into a ball, erase the
whole thing, make it never happen.
for the kissing. That part can stay.
though I have no idea if he meant it. It
might have been a final attempt to pull me out of my suicidal funk. Even the kisses after the fire was out were
probably just pity kisses, albeit very desperate pity kisses.
he says quietly, and I feel him glance at me, “how long… um, how long had you
“Forever.” It comes out without a thought.
fifth year.” Both are true.
thinks for a moment. “Why didn’t you say
had enough reason to hate me.”
don’t hate you.”
thought you hated me.”
did,” I nod, “until I loved you.” His
head whips to face me and I scrunch my eyes shut. I can’t believe I just said that. “Until I didn’t hate you anymore,” I try to
fix it, but I know it’s too late. It’s
out, it’s in the air between us, and it’s going to stay there forever, taunting
me with how he’ll never say it back.
I grit through my teeth, a tear squeezing out of my eye, “I can’t.” The tear makes its way down my cheek until it
drips into my mouth, and the taste is like Simon. I will probably forever associate the taste
of tears with kissing Simon.
he whispers, and we’re quiet for the rest of the drive. I try to keep my sobs silent, but I’m sure he’s
I could have killed him. If he’d died, it would have been my fault.
Tears on our tongues.
we finally pull into my driveway, I climb out of the car as soon as we’ve
stopped. I hear him call after me, but I
don’t pause. I slam the car door and
start stalking towards the house. It’s
so over for me. I thought I was ready to
die in the woods? I hadn’t been kissed
by the boy I love who will never love me.
How am I supposed to live with that?
footsteps on the driveway are quick like he’s running after me. I keep moving, tears blurring my vision.
catches up to me at the doorstep, throwing himself between me and the door,
blocking my entry.
out of the way, Snow,” I mutter, looking down.
We’re under the porch light now, he’ll be able to see what a mess I am,
and I can’t look at his expression.
what?” I snap. “What do you want?”
make the mistake of glancing at his face and I find tears running down his
want you to know that you’ll be okay,” he sobs, “and that I want you to be
nearly killed you, Snow,” I say, shuddering, “how can you possibly want me to
Lips and tears and heat and fire. His lips on mine. Tears on our tongues. His mouth, so full of heat. Flames licking at my vision.
wouldn’t have,” he shakes his head, “you were going to spell me away, and for
some reason, that’s more upsetting than if you’d tried to kill both of us.”
makes you think I would have saved you?”
was in your eyes.”
now his eyes are full of something I don’t recognize.
takes my hand tentatively. “I need you
to know something,” he tells me through his sobs, “because you probably think
that it was a sympathy kiss.”
exactly what I’m thinking.
never think that. Never think that the
first kiss, or any kisses after that were out of sympathy. I kissed you because I wanted to, a lot more
than I realized.” He sniffles, his eyes
pleading. “I’d kiss you again right now,
and tomorrow morning, and every day after that and none of it would be out of
sympathy, and I need you to understand that.”
shaking like a leaf. Because I’m tense,
because I’m cold, because I’m in some kind of shock, because of Simon’s words.
kiss me again?” I choke, unable to believe what I’m hearing.
goes pink and he’s smiling and crying and laughing all at once, and I finally
recognize what’s in his eyes because it’s exactly the same thing as what’s in
doesn’t answer with words. He stands on
tiptoe and takes me by the lapels of my ruined suit, pressing his mouth into
mine and it fits like we’ve been doing this forever, like it’s second
nature. His lips taste like tears again
and I’m certain that the taste of tears will always be bittersweet to me now, a
reminder that no matter how bad it gets, Simon Snow kissed me because he wanted to.
he would again. He is right now.
he would tomorrow morning, and every day after that.