he kept coming back and waving

Have You Tried Seducing?

Anon Requests: Do you think you could do something like Reader is only wearing Cas’s shirt and they’re in the living room or kitchen or some place like that and Cas thinks it’s Sexy so he decides to fuck reader and they break something, which wakes up in the Winchesters and the Winchesters walk in and Reader get’s embarrassed but Castiel don’t stop fucking until he’s done? Thank you! AND How about a cas x reader where cas has been in love with reader for ages but never acted on his feelings/urges because he’s an angel and it’s a sin for an angel to be with a human(it’s forbidden). The reader overheard cas confess his affection for her to the Winchester boys and she decides to seduce him because she’s always liked him too but felt he hated her(but he was just avoiding temptation). So he just cracks and some really good smut follows and then some cute fluff 🤗 love you btw ✊🏽

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: smut, a little bit of dirty talk, language, nsfw gif further below the cut!!

A/N: I decided to combine 2 requests for this one. hope thats alright!

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3 weeks.

It had been 3 weeks since you had overheard Castiel confess his love for you to Sam and Dean.

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Jeff gets jealous after the two of you play spin the bottle

Originally posted by bluerangerpower

Request: “could u do a jeff atkins imagine where u guys are at a party w everyone else and he’s really cute w u and everyones playing spin the bottle and it lands on someone else, u can take it from there!“ 


You and Hannah were at Jessica’s party. Hannah decided she wanted to come because Clay invited her. Although it took some encouraging on your part for her to finally give in. You’ve been trying to set Hannah up with Clay since what seems like forever but she’s stubborn most of the times, claiming he "doesn’t like her that way”. 

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SWC in Toronto 19/3/2017 Fanaccount
  • Taemin and Jonghyun’s microphones completely stopped working around Replay. During Replay, Minho and Taemin swapped microphones around, and Jongyu also swapped microphones in between parts. 
  • Key mentioned going to Niagara Falls with Onew. Onew said that the beauty of the falls made him lost for words. Key later also mentioned going to the CN tower with Minho, but they didn’t go to the top because there were too many people.
  • Onew: “In my head, I always thought of Canada as a very cold place. But it’s very hot in here.” <3
  • The music stopped abruptly during Prism. The members were very professional, and tried to encourage Shawols to sing along without music.
  • Onjongtae apologized for the technical issues during a costume change. Taemin looked especially sad about the mic/sound difficulties and kept apologizing :(
  • Jonghyun and Onew tried to get Taemin to talk about his solo, giving him thumbs ups. Instead, Taemin shyly changed the topic to “there are many performances left tonight.”
  • Minho didn’t expect the amount of support/cheering tonight. He was very touched.
  • Key talked about the ‘instagram life’ and that he can’t control what time he has ‘live broadcasts’ on the platform. He wishes to be on there more to interact with fans but that is also dependent on the company. He also mentioned being sleepy due to the jet lag, and apologized for his English (fans were very touched at his attempts!)
  • Key also talked about really liking Youtube reaction videos, often searching ‘1 of 1 reaction video’ and others. He says he couldn’t stop watching them. 
  • Minho talked in English for a while, and then Key talked again, until he said in Korean that he forgot they had an interpreter.
  • A lot of Shawols were surprised at Minho’s English, he improved a lot. Jonghyun would occasionally chime in ‘yes’, ‘let’s go’, but Onjongtae mostly spoke in Korean.
  • Everyone got super hyped during Lucifer and Key said “I see you guys really like Lucifer, huh?”
  • During ‘Ready or Not’, Jonghyun kept trying to step across sound speakers to move closer to the fans. He also stole a towel from a dancer and swung it around. 
  • Minho’s closing remarks (in English!) :
    • Thank you for waiting, thank you for coming, thank you for screaming, I LOVE YOU. 
  • Minho also stayed back/was the last to leave the stage, giving lots of thumbs up and waving to fans.

hockeystix  asked:

zimbits. “Less homicidal thoughts about your annoying coworker right now, please. I’m in a meeting over here.” pLEASE

Charlie asked for this about 30 years ago but I’m just getting around to it now. It’s prompt from this list. 


If he thinks I’m going to let a single tart anywhere near his ruinous Trump-sized hands he’s got another thing coming. Actually, no. He can have as many tarts as he wants. Kill ‘em with kindness, and arsenic worked into the whipped cream. I’d have to add more vanilla to balance it out but–

If Jack wasn’t in a sponsorship meeting, he would be inclined to promptly bash his head into the wood of the table. It had been like this for a few weeks ago, a voice filtering in at the most inopportune times, going on diatribes against who he was presuming was the voice’s coworker (”–even the way he counts out change is annoying. The Lord is testing me. We should’ve kept the antique register, it would have hurt more when I ‘accidentally’ shut the drawer on his fingers that he just licked to count out the bills. Yes, I would LOVE my spit covered change. THANK YOU.”)

Unfortunately, Jack thought it was unlikely that NIKE would appreciate their new brand ambassador actively giving himself a concussion, so he shot the representative across the table a smile and nodded to whatever was being said before reverting back inside his head.

As ambitious as your assassination attempt is, if you could keep it to yourself I would appreciate it.

There wasn’t even a moments pause before he got his reply.

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Stood Up

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,159

Warnings: fluff, don’t date brett he’s a jerk

Prompt: The reader gets stood up on a date, but Dean swoops in just in time to save the night.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

You sat in the green backed booth, a cup of water in front of you. The waiter had been by twice already, asking if you were still waiting. You felt bad for continuing to tell him that you were, knowing that you were hogging a table that could be used for other people who had been waiting.

You were set to meet someone for a date. It was your first date, and you had met the man through a dating website. After weeks of talking, you were set to meet, tonight. He said he’d meet you at the restaurant at 6:00, and you panicked because you had arrived at 6:05, but when you got there, he wasn’t there and nobody had checked in under his name.

You sent him a message, asking if he was running late and not even three minutes later, he replied saying he was and asked you to get a table, assuring you he’d be there soon. Soon was said at 6:09pm, and it was now almost 7.

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Waiting For You

Author: @dylan-ohbrien
Pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader
Wordcount: 3,565
Warnings: Language and allllll the smut
A/N: So after watching the American Assassin trailer, I, like many others, was shook to the core with all the shirtlessness, sexiness, perfectness, that Dylan brought to my little computer screen. All of that inspired me to do this little oneshot thing. I haven’t read the books so I don’t really know anything about his character, this was just my interpretation based kind of off what I’d seen in the trailer. Anywho, I hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think!

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Byun Baekhyun//Psych - Part 2

Originally posted by xehun

Summary: After a month of being broke at college, you finally find a place to stay, but the only con is that there is nine other people you have to share a house with - one in particular who makes it his mission to irritate you at every turn - but they’re hiding something from you. Something big. (1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7)
Scenario: Werewolf!AU, college!AU, series
Word Count: 4,945 

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“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

The scream of rage erupted from the Author’s throat as he reached out to the doorway where his latest ‘guests’ exited. The door itself shut with a hollow boom, and he heard the lock click into place .

Waves of excruciating agony ran through his body, the worst coming from his back where the bullet had struck him. There was no exit wound, and he knew the damn thing was somewhere still inside him; the Author was also aware of the growing pool of blood he lay in.

He took a ragged breath, snarling against the pain as he forced himself to his knees. An idea came to his mind, and he reached for his ever-present notebook and pen he kept on himself and wrote as fast as he could, speaking in a hoarse whisper.

“Shot, humiliated, and alone; the Author headed to a cabinet that would contain all the necessary medical supplies required to heal himself.”

His ‘gift’ had never failed him before, as long as his characters were willing to cooperate; and he was to the point of desperation. He arrived to the cabinet he spoke of and threw it open.

It was completely empty. The Author stared in disbelief; he closed the doors and reached for his pen.

“This time… When the Author turns around, there on the counter will be a cellphone… So he could at least call for f-further assistance.” He completed the action.

But there was nothing there.

The Author’s legs gave way from underneath him, and he collapsed against the cabinet, he could see his metal bat where he dropped it just beyond his feet. The static from the still running TV and the Author’s own harsh breathing was the only noise in the room.

You’re dying.

The unforgiving thought filled into the Author’s mind, and he felt fear in the truth of those simple words.

“No.” There was so much more he could offer to the world, future novels to be written, revenge to be planned out… The static noise increased in volume, and the Author was aware of a high pitched ringing that accompanied it, he assumed he was imagining it from all the pain. His vision flickered.

I can save you, if you want.

The Author froze in shock. There was no one else in the room, but the voice was as clear as though they spoke directly beside him.

“… W-why?”

The Author thought he felt the air of slight amusement around him, but the words spoken next held none.

I’ve been watching you for quite a while now; I respect the passion and effort for what you do. I myself admire quality work, and yours is too valuable to be wasted so soon.

Not when there is so much left to be done.

The Author tightened his grip on his wound as another wave of pain went through him. The voice was right. If he died all his efforts would be for naught, his ‘gift’ would be lost forev- but…  His ‘gift’. When he needed it most it didn’t-

I can give you anything! I will even assist you with your powers. We can help each other, you and I.

You just have to let me in.

For the first time the Author felt a spark of hope inside him. Yes… It was worth the risk. If- he faltered as his vision flickered worse than before, and his hand dropped to the ground from the wound.

Make your choice. Impatience was clear in the voice, and the Author knew he was running out of time.

He saw his notebook beside him on the floor, the frantic and almost illegible scribbles of his most recent entries on the open page. He reached, dragging it towards him, finding relief of having the well-worn book with him again.

The Author saw he left a smeared bloody hand print on the page. There was no time to find his pen; he used his still wet fingers, and whispered aloud:

“It… Is… Done.”

Thank you, Author.

Almost immediately the space in front of the Author shifted and distorted, a gray aura filled the air with black and white glitches disrupting the physical realm. The ringing became almost unbearable.

Suddenly, a solid figure of a man stood before the Author across the room. He slowly walked forward. The Author’s vision was fading fast, and he could barely make out any details of the man himself.

But as he walked underneath the single light bulb in the room, the Author’s last thought before he blacked out was why the man didn’t have a shadow.

….

The moment I thought about what happened directly after DiF 2, and reading ALL the recent theories that it was Dark who helped/ saved him (how could the Author survive a gunshot wound to his back alone?), I wanted to write this.

Come Here (Draco X Reader)

Type: SMUT

Warnings: Sexy, thigh riding Draco

Summary/Prompt: In which the reader is horny asf, but her boyfriend Draco is too busy with his paperwork to oblige with sex…

Word count: 562

Anon asked: I’m not sure if you do smut or not or if you’ve heard of thigh riding but I was wondering if you could do a Draco thigh ride imagine? If not it’s completely fine I understand! Xx

Hello lovely anon! You made my day, I had so much fun writing this one (my soul is damned to hell, I am aware). Enjoy!

Request here!

DO NOT READ PAST THIS POINT IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH DESCRIPTIVE SMUT

“Draco?” you said, pushing open the door to his study, and pouting when you saw him hunched over your paperwork.

“I’m a little busy right now, Y/N.” he muttered distractedly, shuffling through some papers. “These reports have to be done by the end of the week.”

“Can’t you take an hour’s break?” you asked.

“No, baby.”

“But I need you Dray, my vibrator isn’t doing it for me. I want your cock.” you whined, making your way over to him.

He turned bit his lip as he cast his eyes over you, dressed in nothing but one of his old white shirts and panties, showcasing your legs and leaving your boobs to spill out over the top.

“As very tempting as the idea is, my darling, I’m too busy.” he sighed, turning back to his desk. “Maybe later.”

“But I’m horny Draco, you haven’t fucked me in a week.”

He spun around on his chair to face you again, studying every inch of your beauty. It only took a few seconds for the man to realise how badly you wanted him.

“Come here baby.” he said beckoning you over as he slid off his blazer and let it fall to the floor.

His shirt was tight, showing off his arms and his chest, and you couldn’t resist tuning your hands up it as you sat on his lap, hands traveling upwards until they were running through his hair, tugging slightly on the ends.

He slid his fingers into the waistband of your panties and gently pulled them off, revealing your wetness which was spilling onto his designer suit, and you involuntarily bucked your pussy against the soft material, accidentally letting out a quiet moan.

“Does that feel good baby?” he breathed, lips trailing your neck.

“So good.” you gasped, grinding yourself down on his thigh.

His hands found your hips as he kissed up your neck, guiding you to rub yourself on his leg, the friction of the material against your most sensitive parts making you moan in desperation.

“Draco, fuck.” you groaned as he ripped the shirt down the middle, revealing your erect buds.

“Come on baby. Grind yourself for me.” he murmured, his voice husky and full of lust.

You threw your head back in bliss, waves of pleasure coursing through you.

“Dray, please touch me.” you panted desperately, bucking against his thigh.

He obliged almost immediately, one hand finding your clit and the other on your hip, guiding you along. His hand on your most sensitive part was beginning to make you see stars, and you groaned loudly.

“Tell me how good it feels, princess.” Draco growled.

“It feels like heaven.” you replied, your voice shaky. “You always make me feel so good.”

“Damn right.” he murmured, lips finding your neck as he kept rubbing you. “Come on doll, I feel you, come for me.”

You pressed yourself hard on his thigh, and suddenly shuddered, feeling your orgasm wash over you. Draco kept rubbing and you whimpered as you came down from your high, feeling oversensitive.

“Dray.” you whined softly and he pulled his hand away, pushing his fingers past your lips as you sucked on them.

“I made you come, seems only fair that you return the favour, love.” he smirked.

You grinned and slid off his thigh, sliding down until you were between his legs.

Duet- Bucky Barnes x Reader(f)

Authors Notes: Duet  By: Penny and Sparrow. I recommend playing this on repeat as you read. It sets the mood and tempo of the work and honestly it’s just a beautiful song and is worth hearing more than once. Italics are the lyrics. 

Notes/warnings: Anxiety, self-hate, mentions of scars, fluff, mentions of pregnancy. 

Originally posted by relationshipaims


I bet your shoulders can hold more than
Just the straps of that tiny dress
That I’ll help you slide aside
When we get home

 Bucky leaned against the bar and sipped on his scotch with a phantom smile on his lips. He watched as you mingled with patrons; smiling and offering gentle touches on arms and backs. The thin straps of your silk floor length gown pressed lightly into the soft flesh of your shoulders from the weight of the fabric and all he wanted to do was take you in his arms and slide them from your frame.

 His breath caught in his throat when you turned away from him and your hair brushed over your exposed back. How was it, that after years of being together, you still managed to make him feel like he was seeing you for the first time? How was it that you were able to shatter every wall he’d ever built with one look? How was it, that a man like himself, was with a woman like you?

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makeshift chemistry. (m)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut + College!Yoongi

Word Count: 6,740 

Description: Fleeting lust was all you’d ever known, nothing serious or long lasting, just a temporary fix to satisfy your needs. That is until you meet Min Yoongi who is determined to put an end to your binge of makeshift relationships.

Makeshift: to be temporary; sufficient for the time being

Originally posted by chan-lay

“What do you mean you don’t wanna see me anymore!?”

He was staring at you from across the table, a shocked look covering his face, like you’d just told him the world was going to end.

“It means I don’t want to see you anymore…” You say it as if it’s the most obvious thing ever, which leaves him baffled.

“How could you do this so suddenly like—”

You would let him finish, but honestly you knew where he was heading with this, and you just wanted to cut his dramatics short.

“Listen Minjae, we went out on one date, and hooked up right after, and if I’m being honest I never expected to see you again after that, but then out of nowhere you corner me while I was just trying to enjoy a simple cup of coffee before class, talking about how I haven’t answered your texts. This was just something to satisfy both of our needs, but I guess you wanted something more, and I’m sorry I didn’t know that.”

You stood up from your seat, watching his face morph into a look of pity. You grabbed your coffee, and stopped next to his chair, where you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I promise one day you’ll find someone who appreciates your sweet loving making techniques a lot more than I did.”

You give him a gentle squeeze before walking away, as you left him to soak in the backhanded compliment you’d just given him. His soft and sweet approach to having sex just didn’t do it for you, and even if it had, it was still always just going to be temporary; because that’s what all your relationships ever were.

A simple lust-filled fix, that’s all you ever wanted. There didn’t have to be strings, or commitment involved, not to say that you were opposed to that sort of thing, it’s just that no one’s ever been able to keep your interest for very long. It always started out nice sure, but then after the second or third time of being with the person you’re kind of just… over it. You knew how awful that sounded, but it was just how you were when it came to relationships.

It was all just makeshift chemistry in your mind.

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Meet and Greet

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request(s): May I please ask if you can do a Yoongi x reader where you got front row tickets to their concert and he just stares at you the whole time?//  y/n meets yoongi in a fan meet n’ greet and like instead of being all hyper and nervous and all that y/n is like rlly calm and gives off this calming gentle aura, bc y/n doesnt want to hold their hand or isnt all up in his face screaming and all and it intrigues yoongi and he gives her his number and later they meet just to talk and get to know each other

Originally posted by sugagifs

The lights dimmed down in the large room filled with fans just to amp up the excitement in your chest. The room was quiet but only for seconds when the background music started playing and everyone screamed. The seven boys you had been waiting to see in person were now finally stepping out in front of your eyes. They did their greetings before starting, waving, and smiling at the fans in the audience. Yoongi catches your eye when you notice his glance directed over to you. You wave at him, smiling. To which he bites his lower lip, embarrassed, waving back at you. As the songs start coming out he continues to go near your side of the stage. Around the time they did the song, “Miss Right” he sat down on the stage. At first he was looking around in the crowd, doing his part, but near the end he continued it facing you. You smiled over at him until Jimin came over to mess with him. They laughed and moved to the other side.  All the continuous interactions made you only focus on him, forgetting you were there for all of them. After the concert you had began to file out with everyone else but someone approached you.

“I was asked to bring this to you but please don’t tell other fans. It could cause trouble..” The staff member told you

You look down at the fan meet pass, confused. “Oh but I didn’t-“

“It’s from the members. Please consider it a gift.” She told you before moving her way out of the crowd.

You start walking over to the line for the quick fan meet. You couldn’t help but wonder why they would personally hand them out until you came to the conclusion they must have been handing them out to random fans. You felt happy thinking you weren’t as lucky when it came to the stuff usually and it was a nice surprise. It’s your turn and you walk over, kneeling down in front of the table. Jimin smiles at you.

“I noticed you in the crowd earlier.” He says, signing the poster on the table.

“Really or do you say that to everyone?” you joked, laughing.

He laughed. “No, you were down in the front when I came over to Suga.”

“Hmm. I guess you really did see me then.”

Jimin extends his hands, putting his elbows down on the table to hold your hands but Yoongi cleared his throat.

“Can you keep the line moving?” He said, sitting next to Jimin.

You wave goodbye to Jimin, sliding over to him. He signs your poster fast so he could have time to talk to you.

“Thank you for coming.”

You both look back at each other as he shows off his famous smile.

“I really love your guy’s hard work and music. It wasn’t easy to get tickets though. Those things sell out in seconds.”

Yoongi reaches for your hands on the table that you kept politely in your lap so you lift them up for him.

“How about we fix that problem, then?”

You give him a confused look.

“I’m not sure what you mean by that.”

He flips over the back of the poster, writing as small as he could, to put his phone number down on it. You were honestly stuck in shock.

“Really?”

“Yeah…really. It’d be nice to see you cheering us on again. On and off stage. So whenever we come down here maybe we could meet up.” He told you, whispering the last part up to your ear.

Hoseok nudges him.

“You’re gonna cause a scene..”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and then turned his attention back to you.

“I guess this means I have to let you go…but this won’t be the last time I see you, right?”

You shook your head, giving him a bright smile.

“I’d love to see you again.”

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kai kept coming over to my side and did a lot of sneak peeks and baekhyun made a lot of eye contact but always looked away so fast when I looked back at him like 👀also kyungsoo didn’t come to my side a lot but whenever he did, he never failed to smile or just make eye contact (he’s such a cutie!!)

how did i survive? i didn’t 😩🤷🏽‍♀️

Will had been having a rough day.

Of course, Will loved his job—being a doctor was what he’d always wanted to do, and helping people was what he loved, but sometimes things got pretty rough. Namely when he lost patients. Most of his coworkers were worn and experienced, less affected by the day to day hustle, but Will was easily the most sensitive.

Today’s loss had been particularly bad, a very young girl brought into the emergency room with trouble breathing. It turned out she’d inhaled some water in the pool, and they hadn’t known until her lips had begun turning purple.

By the time they had a diagnosis, it was too late, and she’d suffocated.

The children were always the hardest.

By the time Will’s shift was over, he was dragging, his shoulders slumped and his bag thrown haphazardly over his shoulder. He hadn’t changed out of his scrubs yet, his hair stuck back in a headband that he’d probably stolen from his boyfriend.

When he finally unlocked the door to his apartment and made his way inside, all he really wanted to do was cry, curl up with his boyfriend, and sleep for a solid 24 hours. He hadn’t been expecting the dark of the apartment, the lack of noise, with only the one sliver of light coming from the bathroom door. In fact, it looked a lot like it had that morning when he’d left for work.

Exhausted and worn and heavy hearted, Will wondered where Nico might be, moving toward the bedroom to take off his shoes and his jacket and to put his bag away.

He’d been expecting to find Nico napping in bed or something, maybe watching television, but the sheets were still made and the remote lay unused on the bedside table. By the time he made it over to the bathroom, he suspected something must have been wrong.

When Will entered the bathroom, gently pushing the door in after his knock received no response, his suspicions were confirmed. Nico was asleep, his head head propped up against the lip of the bathtub. The room smelled sour and Nico’s face was the slightest bit flushed, one arm draped over his stomach.

He felt guilty for the exasperated sigh that followed. Nico was easily the light of his life, and there was never a day he wasn’t happy to see him—but right now, Will desperately needed some sort of comfort, and he knew Nico wasn’t going to be fit to give it to him.

Forcing a more sympathetic expression, Will crouched down and, very gently, nudged Nico’s shoulder. He would have just carried him to bed, but if he’d been camping out in the bathroom, he was probably nauseous, and Will definitely wasn’t in the mood to be vomited on.

Nico shifted, groaned, and cracked open one eye. Will smiled sympathetically, carding a hand through his sweat dampened hair.

“Hey.” Will whispered, patting his cheek. “Not feeling too well?”

Nico nodded, groggily, leaning into Will’s hand as his eyelids fluttered closed again. “Been throwing up since lunchtime…” He croaked. “Think I ate something bad…”

“Why didn’t you call?” Will asked, taking Nico’s hand and squeezing. “I could have at least brought you something for the nausea.”

“I called your office earlier and someone said you were in surgery.” Nico said, swallowing thickly, his nose wrinkling. “They said it’d be a while, I didn’t want to bother you…”

“Still nauseous?” Will asked, frowning a bit. “If you feel like throwing up, you probably need to. Especially if you think you’ve got food poisoning.” Will said, kissing the side of his head.

“Yeah, I’m still—” Nico paused, clearing his throat, his eyes widening the slightest bit as it ended with an unexpected gag.

The next ten minutes consisted of Will keeping Nico’s hair tucked back while he threw up. The Italian, finally, finished, and Will got him water and painkillers, sending him to bed to rest while he finally got dressed in pajamas.

“Why are you still in your scrubs?” Nico asked from the bed, propped up against a couple of pillows with the remote in hand.

The question took Will aback, a bit, and he shrugged a bit. He didn’t want to stress Nico out anymore than he already was. “No reason. I just didn’t have time to change.”

“Bullshit.” Nico called halfheartedly, peering wearily over at Will as he changed. “Something happened. What’s wrong?”

Will shrugged again, though he could already feel himself unraveling. “Surgery just ran long, babe.” He said, dragging off his pants and sitting on the edge of the bed. “Can I get you anything before I lie down?”

“You can tell me what happened.” Nico looked washed out and tired, but it seemed like his stomach had settled, at least for the time being. He caught Will’s wrist, linking their fingers and squeezing lightly. “You know I’m fine, Will, you can talk to me.”

Will sighed tiredly, his shoulders slumping as he shuffled into bed. “Just—” he paused, sighing. “This… Little girl, came in, and…” He had to pause, leaning back into the pillows as Nico squeezed his hand. “She had swallowed water, but they didn’t know it… She’d been complaining of chest pain but then all of the sudden her lips were turning blue and they brought her in, and…”

Nico nodded a little bit, rubbing circles on the back of his hand. “And?”

“We couldn’t save her. It was way too late. She couldn’t have been more than 5, Nico.” He muttered, his voice catching. “I tried to talk to her parents, but they just.. Kept crying, the mom was…” Will exhaled sharply, bringing a hand up to his eyes.

Nico frowned gently, bringing his other hand up to cup Will’s hand. “Hey, it’s okay.. Come here..” He stretched one arm out, waving Will closer.

“You’re sick.” Will croaked, wiping at his eyes.

“So? You’re upset. Come here, Will.” Nico said, voice a bit more serious. “No arguments.”

Still looking hesitant, Will scooted closer, settling up against Nico’s side. Nico settled one arm around his shoulders, giving him a gentle squeeze.

“You were with that family through the toughest moment of their lives. You helped them understand, and helped them know they weren’t at fault. You couldn’t have done anything for her.” He said, lifting a hand to card through his hair.

“I know.” Will whispered, voice wobbly. “She was just so little, Nico…”

“Maybe this was for the best. Who knows what could have happened to her tomorrow.” Nico said, kissing his head.

“But still…”

“It’s over now. You did what you could.” Nico said. “Now just let me hold you and you can be sad and we can watch a movie together.”

As much as Will wanted to continue to wallow in self pity, Nico’s proposition was much more enticing. He nodded a little, and Nico lifted a hand to swipe away the wetness in his eyes.

“Turn on something good.” Said Will, moving closer to inch one hand up Nico’s shirt, tracing circles on his stomach.

They fell asleep like that, Will tucked under Nico’s arm, one hand under his shirt, Nico’s hand curled in his hair. The peacefulness of the night was just what Will needed, and the days events were excuse enough to let Nico snuggle him all night.

Simple Man (Part 3)

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

Summary: Reader and Dean might finally be starting to get along?…

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: cop!Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,900ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Last part later today!…


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Magnetic [Part 2/2]

Based on “Shape of You” by Ed Sheeran

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Explicit Language, Unprotected Sex (wrap it up before you fuck it up), Use of Alcohol, Strong Sexual Reference and Suggestive Themes. 

Word Count: 4.6k+

A/N: The grand conclusion to this little smutty fic, we’re quite frankly jumping into the fray right off the bat so enjoy! x. T

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Brooklyn, New York  |  7:19 AM

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You were hot, every inch of your skin doused in what felt like lava, but you couldn’t bother to pay heed to anything except the otherworldly pleasure coursing through your entirety in that moment. 

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Coming Home (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

Request:

Anonymous said: OKAY so ive had this idea for a while, but i dont think i could do it justice. So Gwash (or ham, whoever you prefer) and the crew™ get back from the war and reader greets him with a huge hug and a kiss and tears but no one knows that hes in a relationship so theyre all #shook

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: I’m so sorry I took so long. Been having a really bad few days, today was no different, but this was so fluffy that I just had to do it. I’m still practicing on the canon-era language so it might not be great there, but still, I hope you like it and that I didn’t butcher your idea!

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Beyond the Horizon: Chapter 40

Fic Update: Beyond the Horizon

Summary:  When Princess Emma’s ship is captured by the Jolly Roger and Captain Killian Jones, she offers herself as a hostage for ransom if he will let the ship and the other passengers go. With Emma, Killian remembers the honour he once held dear, and Emma catches glimpses of the gentleman Killian had been. Against all odds, the pirate and the princess begin to fall for each other.

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                                              Chapter Forty
                                                Pixie Dust


Killian took a deep breath when he came up on deck, inhaling the sweet scent that perfumed the air in the small cove where the Jolly was anchored. Lieutenant Courtice’s accusations had burrowed under his skin more than he wanted to admit, each expertly-aimed barb reminding him of the man he used to be. Or the man he still was, a few recent good deeds could hardly be enough to wash away the considerable sins of his past. The lieutenant clearly didn’t think so, and neither did Emma’s father, Killian could tell. There was no sign of the the two of them or of Emma’s mother, and he wondered if Courtice had gone to tell the king and queen about his many crimes, letting them know exactly why the name Killian Jones was feared and reviled across the sea. Perhaps he was even pressing his own suit, putting forth his name as a possible match for their daughter once they returned to the Enchanted Forest and regained their kingdom at last. He wasn’t a prince or a lord, but Killian was sure the lieutenant came from much more honourable stock than he did. The glory that would have redeemed the Jones family at long last had died along with Liam, when he’d been cast adrift in the world to forge his own destiny alone.

It was warm in the cove but not humid, not like the thick jungle on Neverland where sweat had beaded on his brow and plastered the linen of his shirt to his back as he’d followed Liam unknowingly into danger. Everything about that island had been wrong, it had felt wrong, it had looked wrong, it had even smelled wrong, though lush and green there had been an unmistakable whiff of decay hanging in the air like the rotting of overripe fruit left too long on the vine. But the Fairy Queen’s domain was as beautiful as a perfectly cut jewel and when he took another deep breath the smell was like a mix of all the good things he could think of. Freshly baked bread and highest quality rum, and the sky after a heavy rainstorm, when the clouds parted and everything had been washed clean and fresh from the downpour. But most of all it smelled like roses, a scent he was rather more intimately familiar with now than he ever had been before thanks to the soap he bought Emma every time they made port. The floral aroma was particularly stubborn, it clung to the collars of all his shirts, lingered in his bed linen and permeated the handkerchiefs she unabashedly stole from him while he pretended not to notice. Would the scent of roses remain even after she was gone, another ghost to taunt him in the dead of night when he was left alone in a cold bed and sleep wouldn’t come no matter how much rum he drank?

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